hello! this is our first book of The Pasta Chronicles! i'm so glad @monscastle was able to collab with me; also shoutout to monnie for the lovely banner~ ♡
“Go out with me.”
Lee Felix, the campus bad boy, asked you out. Again. It was a weekly occurrence: him asking you; you saying no as politely as possible.
He never stuttered his words. Not the first time and certainly not today. “Go out with me, y/n. Please.”
It sounded like a plea for you. But his voice never wavered. It kept you in reality that he was a player, and you were an ideal student. Not the best but better than him.
“Felix, I’m sorry. I can’t. Not with exams coming up,” you replied with a soft smile while stepping past the boy. You were lucky to find a real enough excuse. He dug his heels into the cement path and followed you-- an action you couldn’t fail to notice.
“Gosh, he’s a real stickler, huh?” Your roommate, Lea, quietly reminded you.
“After exams, y/n.” Felix sped up to stand in front of you, stopping your pace altogether. “I’ll wait ‘til exams are over.” He leaned forward and pecked the sweetest, gentlest kiss on your temple. He smirked at your blushed reaction before skipping back to his crowd.
“Well, I guess he won’t bother you for a bit.” Lea started walking again.
You bit your lip, mind still focused on how warm, how sweet, his lips felt on your skin. It made your heartbeat quicken; the thought of his lips on yours sent a nice, tingly flow throughout your body.
“Y/n.”
‘H-huh?” Lea snapped you out of your daydream.
“He won’t bother you for a bit.” She hooked her arm with yours and happily continued to your next lecture. “Now, you can put 110% into your grades.”
“I’m glad,” you faked a smile. Lea endlessly went on about her thesis book. Her words served as white noise to you though.
Honestly, you liked Felix. There was no doubt about it. He was courteous towards his professors. It was rare for him to turn in an assignment, but he was studious in class and never interrupted the professors or classmates.
He was kind and respectful, despite his liaisons with countless ladies on campus. When they came and begged to date him, he was thoughtful with his words. He never said no, but he never said yes. A handful of guys would ask him out as well, but Felix stuck to his words. He had a rule. No getting together, no relationships. No romance. Just a quick fuck. And everyone knew this. “Having strings ties you down. And I don’t see myself tied with you,” he had said, in the lightest way possible.
You haven’t slept with him, yet you knew he held a fragile piece of your heart. He was your fantasy. A dream. Nothing more. But it never hurts to dream.
Your mind stopped wandering when Lea opened the lecture hall door. As you entered, you were met with hateful glares from the students.
“Y/n. Lea. I saved you a seat.” Jackson’s deep voice startled you. Lea shuffled the pair of you through the isle and to the row Jackson was sitting in.
“Gosh, what the heck was that for? Is there something on my face, y/n?” Lea worried.
“No, Lea. You look beautiful as ever.”
She beamed back at you.
“Look.” Jackson held up his phone, allowing Lea and you to watch an Instagram story. It was you. Specifically, Felix kissing your temple.
Lea sighed. Someone had filmed the “intimate” moment you had with Felix. You read the words at the bottom of the post: ‘Another whore for Lix?’
You deserved this. It was karma coming to get you for the thoughts you had of the boy. You mindlessly reached your fingertips to where he kissed your skin. Why was he even attracted to you? Were you a dare? A dare for him to get in your pants? You had your dignity, but you thought this boy was melting it away piece by piece.
You returned to your shared rental with Lea after class ended. At the apartment desk, the security guard stopped you. “Miss Y/n. A boy left this parcel for you.” He grumbled and handed you the gift.
You thanked him kindly and proceeded up the stairs.
“Open it.” Lea crossed her arms and demanded after removing her shoes and coat.
You walked to the kitchen and cut the package with a pair of scissors. You dug into it and found a bag of homemade cake pops.
“I’ll take one thank youuu,” Lea joked while tearing the plastic bag of goodies from your hands. You giggled, a way of granting her permission as you watched her slump on the couch. You stepped to discard the package when a note card fell to the ground reading: ‘I’m sorry, y/n. If I had known they were filming us, I would have kissed you on those rosebud lips of yours to let everyone know you’re mine.’
You released a voiceless whimper. Felix was surely playing you, but he made you feel special and desired none the less.
You quickly picked up the note and hid it in your back pocket.
It's been almost two weeks since Felix last asked you out. You had seen him around campus and longingly stared at him in hopes he would look at you. The few times your eyes caught his, Felix blushed and turned away. Now that he was respecting your boundaries, you didn’t want him to ignore you.
The sneers and occasional trash talks you received since the video of Felix’s delicate kiss to your head didn’t get under your skin. The few times they would, you couldn’t think much of them; you had more important matters to ponder about. You chewed on the painful distance between you and Felix habitually.
Studying wasn’t worth it. Your mind always trailed back to him. You wondered how he was. You hoped he was fairing better than you with his studies. You couldn’t help but miss his tranquil presence. Even if he was desperate for you, Felix had a calming aura that aroused you in the most loving way.
Aside from studying, you couldn’t get much sleep at night. Felix was awaking you every time you tried to clear your mind. He had engulfed and overpowered you into a longing for him.
You sat down in your class with a huff.
“Someone’s grumpy,” Jackson teased playfully.
Upon seeing your lifeless form, Lea hummed. “I think it’s ‘cause she slept in.”
You folded your arms on the desk and threw your head down. “I’m not going to do well on this,” you muttered.
Jackson and Lea exchanged looks. “Y/n, you studied-”
“Not really,” you admit to them. “My mind’s been… elsewhere.”
“Wha- why?” Jackson asked. “Is it Felix? You said he was leaving you alone, right? He’s not bothering you is he? I swear I’ll punch that hopeless romantic in the gut if you fail your exams.”
“Please don’t.” Your friends recognized the pitch in your voice; you were crying now.
Lea leaned towards the table and softly spoke. “Y/n, what happened?”
“I- I don’t know.” You shot up from hiding your face in your arms. Your puffy eyes were no stranger to the classmates around you as it was finals season. Lots of tears had fallen from multiple peers in the past week. Thankfully, they paid no mind to your tear-stained face and brushed it off as the stress that came with final exams.
“He’s doing things to my heart, and I can’t explain how hopeful I am that he’s not toying with me.” You reached for your pencil case and pulled out the letter Felix had written a few weeks earlier.
“Oh.” Lea’s reaction mirrored Jackson, whose mouth circled like an ‘o.’ They already suspected your feelings for him long before you had received the note.
“So, do I beat him to a pulp or…” Jackson joked, hoping to make you smile. But his efforts only resulted in his ribs getting elbow jabbed by Lea.
“I don’t know what to do.” Your voice was pulsing with desperate hope from your friends.
“Tell him ‘yes.’ Y/n, next time he asks you, and I’m sure there will be a next time, say ‘yes.’” Lea soothed your anxious mind with the natural honey in her tone. “The only thing you have to lose is your chance with your dream guy.” She winked and turned her gaze to the podium where the professor was introducing the exam.
Her words echoed in your mind. What did you have to lose other than Felix? Your dignity? No. If Felix is the right guy for you, he would strengthen your worth rather than hinder it. As you opened your laptop to the class page, you crossed your fingers, wishing Felix would ask you just once more.
Two days have passed since your last exam. Lea scored higher than you on your overall average. It made sense, and you easily accepted it. You spent hours of mindlessly studying the textbook while Lea actually studied. The two of you, along with Jackson, celebrated the success of your roommate with drinks.
“So,” Jackson began after the clink of your shots. “Has he asked you out yet?”
“No,” you frowned.
“Hey! I thought tonight was about me!” Lea laughed, trying to lift the mood so thick, you could cut it with the wimpy, plastic knives from your college cafeteria.
Jackson had only downed a shot or two; thus, he still was fully aware of his surroundings. So when he saw Felix stride through the local campus bar, he pinched Lea’s shoulder.
“Yah! What do you nee-” Jackson shushed her and guided her face towards Felix’s figure. They turned their attention back to the dim-lit table and met your curious gaze.
Jackson winked. “Don’t worry, y/n. He’ll come for you.” Both he and Lea stood up and walked to the bar for another round of drinks.
You stood up with your brow furrowed, but before you could follow them, you spotted Felix. He looked stunning in his ripped, leather pants and neatly combed hair. The green neon lights above fell on his sculpted face in the most angelic way. You admired him for a while until he moved to dance with a girl. 'With that skin tight dress of hers, how could he fight the urge to grind on her thin hips?' You thought, wishing you had worn something more than a long sleeved crop top and black jeans. Your gaze fell to the floor; you wore your ballet flats. They weren’t the most attractive, but at least they didn’t blister your feet.
You sighed and went after your friends. It had been 2 minutes at most, but you found Lea shamelessly twerking on a peer from her bio class and saw Jackson, long past sober, swiveling on a bar stool and mindlessly ranting to the man next to him about asparagus. The sex driven Lea and rhetorical thinker Jackson had made way out of hibernation. They were drunk.
You hustled to pay for your drinks and exited the crowd. It was cold outside, and you fell victim to the chill in your thin shirt. You didn’t want to flag down a taxi or call an Uber; at this time of night, riding alone with a stranger was not a pill you could swallow. Leaning against the building, you pulled open your contacts. Maybe your landlord would give you a ride home? Before your finger hit the call button, Felix called your name.
Waiting for exams to pass without hearing your voice or seeing your tender eyes up close was absolute hell for Felix. On occasion, he caught you looking at him. But as quickly as he saw you, you bashfully turned away. He kept his word and left you to your studies. Felix knew you cared about your education, and he was the last person who wanted to be in your way. So, he backed off at your excuse of exams.
After the last week of tests, final averages were posted near admissions. Felix eagerly raced to see how well you did. He knew by allowing you the space you needed to ace exams would easily grant you a high grade. But your name wasn’t in the top 100 list. He checked it once, twice, thrice before turning to the longer list of all student results.
Felix’s eyes were glued on the page; he memorized each printed name as he glossed over them looking for yours. When he found it, his head fell from his defeated shoulders. You didn’t do well. In fact, you did better last semester when he had bugged you to go out with him.
Something was wrong, yet he couldn’t understand.
Until he realized, you must’ve been tormented by his flock of admirers. He came to the conclusion that he would permanently give you space; the last thing he wanted was to bring pain to the girl he truly likes.
Felix tried avoiding you by taking different routes to class. If he did see you, he felt guilty and wished there was a way to protect you from the world.
He couldn’t keep you from gracefully invading his mind. Jisung, another playboy at campus, suggested “getting drunk or having sex with another bitch to remove that chick” from his mind. Felix’s nostrils flared when Jisung referred to you as a “chick” when you deserved much more than such a lowlife name. He nearly immobilized Jisung had his friends not stepped in and prevented Felix from further harming the boy.
Directly after throwing punches to his friend, he felt horrible. Felix sprinted away from his peer; it was ironic how he found himself in the campus bar. He downed no more than three shots. He didn’t want to forget you. Yet, his carnal instincts kicked in when Belle approached him.
She wore a mahogany, sheath dress that did wonders for his dry spell. Felix hadn’t been sleeping with anyone since he promised to ask you out after exams. He believed he needed to be faithful and better in order to make you his.
As she began to shake her rear against him, he placed his hands on Belle’s hips. 'Too skinny,' he thought. He would’ve preferred you.
It was like a higher being heard his plea because he saw you seated with your friends. The dim lighting made you look like a fever dream. He longed for you to be his. When he turned back to catch a look at you again, you were gone.
“E-excuse me,” Felix removed Belle’s body from his, but she clung to him like velcro.
She flicked her false lashes at him and grinned. “My place or yours?”
“I need to go.” He pushed her off a little more aggressively than he should and left without another word.
He found you outside, leaning against the club. Alone.
“Y/n!”
A wave of heat flashed through your body when your name fell from his tongue. You eagerly turned to him. Felix ran the short distance between you before urgently pressing his lips on yours.
The kiss was patient, yet you both could sense a deeper passion. Felix pulled your cold body against his and tightened his arms around your waist. Your fingers ruffled the bit of hair that touched the nape of his neck. He pulled his lips away; you quickly whined in protest, but Felix didn’t let you go.
He burrowed his face into your shoulder. You leaned to kiss his head, and he began whispering soft words against your skin causing you to shiver, this time, not from the cold temperature.
“Felix,” you whispered. “I- I can’t understand you.” You giggled breathlessly at him when his face moved back to yours.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why? Felix, are you ok?”
“I- fuck. I love you, y/n. And I’m aware that we hardly know each other, but please. I want to learn every precious detail about you. Tell me your favorite way to pass the time on a rainy day. Tell me who taught you how to braid because gosh, when your hair is braided to the side, you make me want to rip out any gawking eyes that look at you. In fact, I won’t hesitate-”
“Felix.” Your voice was quiet. It was his first time hearing you so vulnerable, and it made him want to kiss every part of you. You deserved to be showered with kisses on a daily basis. But he traced his fingertips along the sleeves of your crop top and passionately listened to you.
“Ask me again.”
He smiled and raised a brow, puzzled. “Ask you what?”
You stared at him and fought the urge to kiss the small dimples on his face. You hadn’t noticed them before.
“Will you go out with me, Felix?”
“Fuck. No.” He cursed under his breath. His eyes turned to you when he felt you crumble in his hold. “Wait, shit. No, that’s not what I meant.”
You stepped back with tears brimming your radiant eyes, and it made Felix want to pull you back against him and never, never let you go.
“I wanted to ask you out!”
“You’re mad at me for asking you out!?”
“Yes!”
“Lee Felix, will you ask me out?”
“Y/n, please go out with me!?”
“Goodness yes.” You breathlessly whispered with no hesitation in your voice. He wasted not a second more before pulling you into his arms again. You tightly gripped his shirt; a few tears fell from your lashes. Felix felt them and released you from his embrace. He raised his hands and carefully wiped away every tear. He saw your lip quiver and observed how cold you were.
“Let me drive you home,” he quavered. Felix’s hand was warm in yours; his pinky tangled with yours as he led you to his car.
He knew where your place was. There weren’t many words spoken on the way to your apartment. Both of you were embarrassed and unsure about what to do next.
As he pulled to the building, he shifted to park and turned to you. “I want to take you out tomorrow.”
“I’d like that,” your voice was sunny. You inched closer to him and kissed his lips once more. It was quick, but it was everything you needed to know he was yours. “Good night, Felix.” You stepped out of the car and trudged to the apartment gate.
“Y/n!” Felix stood on the drivers side and yelled. “I need your number!”
You stopped punching the code for the gate to open. “Pick me up here tomorrow at six, and I’ll give it to you!” You playfully hollered back.
“I’ll be here,” he whispered, watching your figure walk through the gates.
“Oh. Em. Gee. Wow! I’m so glad you got him, y/n!” Lea cheered when she finally had some conscience. “Where are you going?”
“Oh, uhm, I’m not sure.” You realized the issue. Not having his number made choosing the perfect outfit harder. 'Shouldn’t have played hard to get,' you thought.
“Knowing him,” Lea stepped for your closet. “He’ll probably take you somewhere nice. Like a concert, fancy restaurant, or art exhibit. Since he’s head over heels in love with you.” She pulled a black velvet dress off its hanger and handed it to you. “Oh! Here.” She tossed you some sheer, black tights as well.
“I hope you’re right,” you giggled and went to change.
Lea adored the gown and begged to straighten your hair; she thought it looked best with your outfit. Once straight, she tied your hair into a low ponytail. She picked some dangly earrings for you to wear in addition to a silver bracelet. You felt like an actress being prepped for a scene. Lea was definitely the stylist between the two of you.
Your roommate stood by the window as it was nearing 6:00. You sat nervously on the couch, praying your outfit was right.
“He’s here.”
With a shaky sigh, you slipped on your shoes and went to the door. “Wish me luck.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, y/n. You’ve made an impression of Felix, one so strong he’s stopped sleeping around.” She walked over to straighten the collar of your coat before continuing. “Plus, if anything does happen-- but I highly doubt he’ll be a jerk to you-- remember, Jackson’s offer to beat him up still stands.”
You giggled in unison before hugging her and heading past the threshold.
What a sight you were. As you stepped out the apartment gates, his breath hitched. You bloomed in the evening fog. He hustled to the passenger door and eagerly opened it for you.
You paused before getting in. “Does my outfit fit the occasion?” You asked nervously.
“Yes; it’s perfect.” He charmed.
Felix drove away. His car was warm, and it calmed your nerves. You kept stealing glances at his profile, noticing the kisses of the sun on his cheeks and nose. His lips were highly alluring and since last night, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again.
The ride was quiet. Felix played some soft r&b music in the background. At every traffic light, he turned to you and took your hand in his. He raised it to his lips and kissed the back of your hand; his eyes remained locked with yours, causing you to buzz with delight.
“We’re here.”
He shifted to park before stepping to your side and opening the door. You stood on the curb and admired the restaurant while Felix paid the parking meter. Dilettante was one of the finest restaurants in town. You had never been; it was far too expensive. The thought puddled in your stomach. Felix brought you to a highly exquisite restaurant on the first date.
“Felix.”
He hummed. Finished with the meter, he latched your arm with his and strolled to the building. “Yes?”
“This is expensive. Are you sure we should eat here? We can always go to Olive Garden or-”
“Y/n.” Felix paused and slipped his hand in yours. “This is the only place you deserve for a first date.”
Your cheeks darkened at his comment when he started up to the door. “Mia, your finest table please," he winked. The receptionist led you to a candle lit corner booth. She placed the menus on the surface: “Your server will be here shortly.” Mia return the wink and strolled back to the front.
Felix obviously knew the girl. You removed your oatmeal coat and sat down. Felix sat across from you. You leaned in and whispered, “Have you slept with her?”
He laughed. He laughed at you. You chuckled nervously, unsure of why you were laughing. “Mia’s my cousin.”
Shoot.
“Your cousin?”
“Hmm,” he glanced down and played with his wrist watch. “My family owns this restaurant.” You were not expecting that. “We get to eat here for free-”
“So, I’m a free meal?”
“What? No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” His head snapped up when you spoke. His hands reached across the table and held to yours. “I’ve actually never brought a girl here.” He mumbled while his thumb caressed your skin.
“I wasn’t even expecting the meal to be free-- I mean, I was expecting a discount, but I think my family is excited for me to finally stop sleeping around and bring someone here.”
You nodded in understanding. Your hands played with his. “Felix, you said you didn’t want to be tied down…”
“That was before I met you.” That smile of his could light up the entire restaurant.
You didn’t get to respond right away; a server came and took your drink order. He placed a basket of fresh bread on the surface and slid a platter of sweet butter alongside. You both ordered water and the server returned quickly with your drinks in hand.
“Have you decided on something to order?”
“Gosh, you’ve hardly given us time to decide, Kang.” Felix sneered and rolled his eyes.
“Right, yes. Of course. Sorry, sir.” The boy, around your age if not younger, fearfully backed away. Felix hung his head in shame when the server scurried away.
You held his hands in your; you stopped playing with them and held them still. “Lix-”
“I know, I know. I shouldn’t have snapped at him.” He raised his gaze to yours. He shuffled closer to you-- the booth made it easy for him to melt at your side so quickly-- and linked his fingers in yours once more. He tucked a wisp of hair behind your ear and kissed your neck. “I just want tonight to be perfect,” Felix breathed into your skin before sitting upright again.
You didn’t know what to say. He kept leaving you breathless; you could hear your heart pounding louder now that he was closer to you. And when his palm slid to your thigh in a non-sensual way, you prayed he wouldn’t hear how harshly your heart pounded against your rib cage.
"This isn't the best table here," he commented upon seeing your flustered state.
"We don't need to move tables. This is fine," you assured.
"I made sure Mia reserved this table. It wasn't hard; no likes sitting in the back corner anyways. But I like it here. I can kiss you without any bothersome stares."
Felix reached for a piece of bread and spread some butter on it before passing it to you. 'What a gentlemen,' you reminded yourself for the nth time this evening.
You took a sip of water after finishing the dough and spoke, “What’s the best meal here?”
“The alfredo.” He didn’t hesitate at all, and he reached for the menu to show you the different options. “My favorite is the regular chicken, but they're all decent.”
“I’ll have a chicken fettuccine alfredo then,” you giggled and swiped a hair out of his eye.
The things you did to him caused red to tickle his cheeks.
A different waiter came back and took your order. Felix explained the kid who previously served you was a distant, younger cousin and that they weren’t on the best of terms. You didn’t pry.
“Y/n?”
“Hm?”
Felix bit his lip gently before continuing, “What happened to your finals?”
“Oh, that.” You laughed deeply.
“Were there more posts like the one on Instagram or have people been bothering you?”
“No. Well, only you.” You smiled, and when you saw his clueless face, you added: “I couldn’t really study because I kept thinking of you.”
“I’m glad it was because of me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if students had been hurting you,” he admitted and leaned a little closer to your warmth, blushing.
He watched as you tried to refold the cloth napkin into its original swan origami. And when he took his and instantly folded it back, an engaging conversation about origami fortune tellers and puppets took place. Apparently, Felix was in his 5th grade talent show with a few of his buddies. They put on a Star Wars puppet show made with construction paper. The talent show gave no winners, but Felix was certain they would’ve won.
“Who would’ve known you, the mysterious campus bad boy, was into arts and crafts,” you giggled delicately at him.
“Am I still a bad boy in your eyes?”
“No!” Your response was swifter than intended. “Sorry that was a poor choice of words. You were the campus bad boy, but now you’re all mine.” You pressed against his torso and kissed his lips.
“You changed me, y/n.” Felix began and paused his words when the plates of pasta arrived. “I found myself desperate for you. So desperate. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone but you. I stopped jumping from bed to bed a while ago; I hoped it would prove myself to you. Because y/n, I want to be tied down with you for the rest of my life.”
It occurred to him that you hadn’t stopped looking at him since he began speaking. You hadn’t even touched your plate yet.
“Stop staring at me,” he blushed.
You moved your eyes to the cuisine and twirled the pasta. “I’m so in love with you I don’t think that’s possible.”
Felix’s fork clinked onto the ceramic plate. He faced you and met your gaze.
“Wait, was that too soon? I didn’t mean to offend-”
You couldn’t finish your apology with his breath dangerously close to your lips. “I love you, too.”
His lips were creamy and warm when they pressed into yours; they tasted like alfredo sauce. His pinky maneuvered its way to lock with yours while the other hand pulled you deeper into the kiss. He moved away after ensuring your pinky finger was connected with his.
Felix admired how dazed you looked after just one kiss. He didn’t notice it last night, but then again, that was the first kiss you had shared together. You opened your doe eyes at him, and he smirked.
“I’ll kiss you later. Eat your food.” He bent over his plate and continued to eat. You did the same. “How does it taste?” Felix asked, confident it would meet your expectations.
“It’s delicious,” you faced to him and smiled. Your pinky gave his a loving squeeze. “But…”
His eyes widened slightly. “But…?”
“The sauce tasted better on your lips.”
You pivoted back to your dish; you tucked that stray hair back behind your ear and bit your lips.
Felix looked down at his plate and pierced his lips together as he grinned. “You really are perfect,” he breathed, before twirling another spoonful of pasta into his mouth.
“Do you know how to make this?” You confidently inquired.
“I do,” he hummed.
“This is the best fettuccine alfredo I’ve ever had, and having a boyfriend who can make it-- you’re truly the love of my life.” Although you said it in a teasing way, you meant it, and Felix knew you meant it.
Despite not knowing each other for long, being in his presence made you feel loved and safe. And Felix vowed to do just that.
hello loves~ this is a collab with the lovely @monscastle !! please check out my favorite writing of hers <Like A Movie>
monnie writes for gn/ male readers; i write for fem readers. there will be two parts for each idol. one for a fem reader and the other for male/ gn readers. please note: our stories will be different!
these fics are not connected, and you do not need to read them in order.
would you consider writing for gender neutral readers??
yes! sometimes my works turn out gn accidentally, but i definitely think about writing for gn readers! if you have a request, please send it! i also have a prompt list here if you'd like to choose something from there:))
Hi 👋🏻 I was wondering if you know any writers that would be willing to write suggestive themes that include death?
Not an incident of death but mentions of it like with friends and family members that have passed.
- 🐻💛
hm... I don't know much about writers on here that would write that, I can as I've experienced it myself but if you want someone else to do it then I suggest asking @alexsinsulin @xvvder @huenie @avewritesmr @writearctic @panpandami and maybe @moonprincemulti if they do! never hurts to ask around!!
hi 🐻💛 anon~ (and monnie💕) i do write mature works with mentions of/ actual death! i'm actually in the process of writing a wooyoung!atz vampire series with some death;)
👉🏻👈🏻 18 (from your let's play prompt) with bang chan??
monnieee~ tysm for requesting again♡ i really like the idea of detective chan. ahhh what a sunshine he is☀️
"I'm losing sleep." ft/ chan
wc: uhh like 1k
prompt #18
from my prompt list!
you [9:30pm] channie~ you are coming home tonight right?
my sunshine [9:32pm] yep im spending the night with my girl:)
you [9:33pm] lol finally
my sunshine [9:36pm] hey its not my fault some gansta is playing with my precinct
you [9:38pm] justhurryimsleepy
Chan was a police detective. The job had lately absorbed all of him due to recent arson cases throughout the city. It took all of his time, which you understood. The slim time you did get with him was in the late hours of the night only for him to vanish with the rising sun.
It took a toll on you; not spending time with him made you feel selfish for trying to at least see Chan. Last week, you tried bringing him homemade lunch, but the next day, you found the container sitting in your refrigerator untouched. He hadn't eaten.
His job is just as important as any, but what about his job as a boyfriend? You love Chan to the moon and back- times 3. Yet, right now, these attacks on the city made you feel lost without him.
you [10:37pm] what time are you coming home?
you [10:40pm] im tiredddd :(
my sunshine [10:59pm] hold on im coming
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When it was well after midnight, you had enough.
With no signs of sleeping anytime soon, you threw on an overcoat and took an Uber to the station. On the way over, the bright voices from the radio mentioned a jewelry shop that burned earlier today. That explains why he isn't returning my messages, you figured.
The town was hazy with lingering traces of smoke. There were thankfully no fatalities, but the fires kept coming... anonymously.
The station lights were still on; then again, the city never sleeps. And the police, especially now, were the city.
"Ah, y/n. It's a little late for a lady to be out and about, don't you think?" The desk clerk, Jisung, prodded.
"I'm here for Chan."
He grinned. "The detective's late for bed, huh?"
You lightly hit his shoulder as Jisung led you through the office with a visitors badge.
Chan was in his office looking absolutely stunning despite the bloodshot eyes and bags which fell from them. How can he look this good when he's hardly slept and eaten?
Jisung stopped near his door and gestured you through before skipping back to his round Candy Crush at the desk. The boy was way to happy at this time of night.
You didn't bother to knock, knowing full well he wouldn't even notice. You stepped to his desk and whispered, "Chan?"
"Hmm." He didn't bother to look at you.
"You coming home?"
"I have to finish this file; I'll leave it on Minho's desk for-"
All words abruptly left him as he faced you. He was too focused to recognize your voice; he didn't even know it was you standing in front of him until he looked up from the files. He truly was lost in his workload. Chan glanced at the clock set on his desk, 01:12am.
Shoot.
"Y/n, baby I'm sorry." He hid in the palms of his hands. "Let me finish up and then we'll go, ok?"
You huffed, eyeing the unopened salad near his keyboard. "Chan. You haven't eaten. You've barely slept. I think the Sergeant will be fine if you call it a night."
"He wanted me to get this done; the more we shall on catching whoever's behind this, the longer these attacks will continue." Chan groaned; he rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. He was clearly exhausted. "I can't just up and leave."
Was he choosing work over you? Oh no. You were not allowing him to pull that card. You stepped closer and leaned into his face gently.
"Chan. I'm losing sleep because of you. I can't sleep without you. Please, come home. You deserve and need a break." You intended to sound strong, but your tone was desperate and fragile, no doubt from lack of sleep.
His chocolate orbs nervously met yours. You were right. He had been neglecting you- choosing work over you.
Chan knew you couldn't sleep without him, but he was selfish and tried to ignore it. The case had infected his mind like a parasite, leaving no room for you.
Gosh, I'm awful.
He raised to his feet with a defeated sigh. His slumped posture approached you.
"I'm sorry." Chan's eyes locked on yours. His large palms caressed your forearms lovingly; you sighed into his warm touch, realizing you missed him so much more.
Chan reached for his bag and coat before flicking off his desk light. "Let's go home, yeah?"
You hummed in reply and closely followed him out of the small office.
"You got him out, y/n," Jisung smirked. Chan swiped his badge through the identifier signaling his leave. "I hadn't expected you to make him drop the case just for bed."
"Mission accomplished, I guess." You shrugged, far too tired to respond with anything more. As you walked out the door, Chan finally became aware of your mode of transportation. Since he had the car, you didn't drive here...
"You called an Uber?" He almost growled the question; Chan was furious that he allowed his girl to ride in an Uber after dark. The city was far from safe when the moon replaced the sun. Being a cop, he knew this all too well.
"Yeah. I was worried about you. You weren't answering my texts either. What else was I supposed to do?"
"Call an officer to escort you to the station house."
You scoffed at his quick reply. "No."
"No?" He stopped walking and held open the passenger door for you like the gentleman he was. He leaned over the door and stared at you; your response puzzled him.
"No. Because this won't happen again," you commanded while buckling the safety belt.
"You're right." He stiffened and closed your door. Did I upset him? You worried.
He opened his side and slumped comfortably into the driver's seat. He buckled and started the engine.
"It won't ever happen again, love. I'm so sorry." Chan took your precious, little hands in his. His eyes locked yours, and he brought them to his plush lips. "No more nights like this. I promise."
"Thank you," you softly hummed while snuggling against your seat. You eagerly slid your hand into his. This is where you both belonged.
Dinner with the guys was supposed to be a quiet evening. Until San believed you were talking with his friends a little too much.
"S-san plea-se ahhh!" The buzzing sensations from the vibrator San held was overwhelming. You couldn't tell if the constant tingling on your pearl was of pleasure or overstimulation.
You laid on the bed bound by his tie on your wrists. San abused your clit for the third time. His jealousy and possessive desires for you had him dying to claim you as his.
The drive to your apartment was torture; San's jaw was tense, and his fingers gripped the steering wheel giving him white knuckles.
"Keep going, y/n. I'm not done signing what's mine." He purred at you. San traced the silicone resting on your clit in the letters of his name. Your first orgasm was drawn out with an 's' and your second made him strengthen his grip on your thighs as you came to the shape of an 'a.'
"San-ahh! Please. Please let me cum! I-I." You begged him in hopes that your release would help the pulses shooting from your core.
"Cum for me, love. Let me know who's mine." San's nails dug deeper into your flesh as your third orgasm shot your nerves. The vibrator increased in speed as he rubbed it against you in the final letter of his name: 'n.'
You were gasping for air and fiddling with the cloth of his tie in your hands. Your body fell limp; you arched your back in hopes to savor the dizziness you felt from your heightened senses. You trembled and sighed with relief as San removed the toy from its attack on your clit. He groaned at the sight of your angelic body shaking because of him.
He leaned down to your cunt. His warm breath shook your body, threatening another orgasm.
"Oh, love," he growled while bringing his lovely eyes to yours. He was dangerously close to you; your body quivered and collapsed into the bed once more. You bit your lip and held back a moan.
While his eyes locked on your face, he licked a gentle stripe against your clit and forced you to clench around nothing. You sobbed and kicked your feet for mercy.
"I've cum to your name, San, no more- ahhhhh mghmm. Please, no more, uh!" You pleaded as his hands wrapped around your stomach to increase his hold on you. He shifted on the balls of his feet until he was comfortably settled.
"It's been a while since I've eaten you out." San's hands reassured you with precious strokes along your naval. His mouth latched onto your womanhood and sucked hungrily at your sweet taste. The strangled moans from your lips caused his hips to rut against the mattress.
"Let's try it with Seonghwa-hyung." With a devilish smile painted on his face, he leaned back into your aching core and started tracing the letters of his hyung's name on you with his tongue.
His mouth explored your slick folds like it was the first time. Despite the letters on your clit being another man's name, you were cumming with his mouth. No one else would ever come near to the sweet pleasure he gave you.
You squirmed and whimpered. Your hips bucked against his mouth, desperate to get away. Your fingers tugged at his tie. His eyes remained locked on yours as he removed his lips from your pussy.
You gasped for air at the sight of his glistening mouth. San's lips were drenched in your essence; it made your empty hole clench.
"You are mine, y/n," he reminded you. "Relax sweetheart. Let me mark you. Remind you and the guys that only I can make you feel this good."
for this beautiful boy: i hope you are getting the love, rest, and support you need to return to the stage soon.
“You’re late.” Your boss, Sunghyun, scowled as you entered the shop; he looked down at his watch: 19:12.
“I know, and I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. “The rain caused the bus to show up late. I know it’s no excuse but-”
“I have to leave now. Don’t make your tardiness a habit, Miss y/n.”
“Yes, sir.” You turned to the lockers and changed into your work attire. “Late by only twelve minutes,” you uttered to yourself after he left. It was refreshing to remove your soggy clothes, but your body remained cold.
“Here.”
You turned to see your coworker, Mingi, extending his jacket towards you. He must’ve found this “late” thing amusing.
And he did, too. When your pale, wet body dripped inside, he couldn’t help but smirk at your dishevelled appearance. But, after seeing you hunch closer to your body, shivering, he halted his laugh.
“Oh. Thank you.” With trembling hands- no doubt caused by the weather- you eagerly took his jacket. A soft stretch of red eased across his face; seeing you in his coat gave him this familiar unexplainable feeling inside.
A ding at the front exclaimed the arrival of a customer. You hustled to straighten your appearance before Mingi placed his hand on your shoulder to gently stop you.
“I’ll get it,” his honey voice whispered. “Straighten up; you’ll give the tenets a fright looking like that.”
He had a point: none of the pets at Aquarium Den would ever want to see you fresh out of a “tsunami.” You turned to the mirror and huffed in defeat before pulling out your makeup wipes and washing the smudged makeup from your face. You brushed your hair with your fingers before deciding this was as good as it was going to get.
Mingi had everything under control, as always. The customer needed to secretly replace his child’s goldfish. Luckily, most goldfish look alike.
You focused your attention on cleaning the tanks. A soft melody played over the store speakers. It was assuring and made your unhygienic task seem easier. You hummed the tune while fixing the labels on the glass tanks. Mingi started the same routine on the opposite side of the shop. Aquarium Den was a downtown “fish mart” squeezed between a nail salon and card shop; the faint scent of nail polish remover and printer ink almost hid the unpleasant smells from the fishy occupants.
The shop itself was small, as all city-centered buildings were. At the front window was the register. Along the vertical walls were the tanks as well as some smaller ones against the back wall. In the middle of it was a median of supplies like tanks, food, etc.
A few other customers came, and you and Mingi easily assisted them. The last hour was quiet. Mingi sat at the checkout counter and studied his textbooks while you swept and mopped the tile floors.
“You have to take a break,” you chirped towards him.
“Y/n, I have an exam tomorrow. There’s no time for a break.” His voice grumbled back at you without even a turn of his head.
“Ok.” The tone of your voice was quiet and disappointed, though you doubt he heard it.
You and the boy had started working here at the same time. Both of you were uni students- yourself a photography student while he studied music.
You went back to mopping. No more words were exchanged, not even when you mopped around him. When your shift ended, both of you met in the lockers.
“I’ll wash your coat. It’s the least I can do to thank you.” You said while gathering your backpack and purse.
“Sure. Thanks.”
As he locked the door, you waved goodbye hoping tonight he’d finally return the gesture. But, no. He watched and turned the opposite direction.
There was something up with Song Mingi. At school, you never bumped into each other. You started taking the full walk around campus with hopes to see the boy. Today you thankfully did.
“Mingi!” He seemed to flinch at your loud voice; he stopped his pace and turned to you. “Hi. Wow your side of the building is something else.”
“I guess,” he shrugged and glanced at his friends standing further ahead. “Do you need something?”
“Your coat.” You bent to the sidewalk and dug his sweater out of your backpack. It was tidily folded in a ziploc bag.
His soft hands took the garment. “You could’ve returned it tonight.”
“Oh, yea. I guess I should have.”
“Not that I’m complaining,” he rushed to reassure you. “This is one of my favorites, and I appreciate you returning it so soon.” A timid laugh fell from his gorgeous lips.
“Oh, of course.”
“Yah, Mingi! Let’s go; class is about to start!” A friend of his called out.
“Ah, I should go. Thank you, y/n.” He smiled and waved goodbye.
You stood in shock at his ability to wave.
Every night after your only encounter at school was the same at Aquarium Den. Except for the part of you being late. You had expected a shift in relations afterwards, but no. However, some nights he would wave back at you.
You had had quite enough of this “one-sided” friendship. You were colleagues, yet it felt like he was trying to ignore your existence. After sitting near a turtle doing your homework for long enough, you sneaked towards Mingi at his usual post- the register- studying away. You reached over his shoulder and yanked the folder from the counter top.
“Y/N!” You had perhaps miscalculated the chance of him fighting you for it. Mingi lunged at you and snatched it back, but you were faster. Before he could raise it out of your reach- darn him and his lengthy genes- you grabbed it and raced around the store a couple of times until you both ended up back at your turtle corner.
“Y/n. Give. It. Back.”
“No. I want to see what’s been capturing all of your atten-TION.” You flow of speech was interrupted by you dodging his attack. Oh boy was he not going down without a fight. He jumped towards you but abruptly paused when you opened the turtle cage and hovered the paper over the reptile.
Mingi’s fight was useless, now. This was no ordinary turtle; this was Spartacus. The red-eared slider had an appetite bigger than Mingi himself. He could devour anything and everything in his path. Including the two-pocket folder whose fate rested in your hands.
“Let… me… read it.” You gasped for air after the speedy chase around the shop. Even Mingi was out of breath; his chest heaved silently while his gaze locked yours. This was the first time you’ve ever made deep (longer than a few seconds) eye contact with him, and it made your heat somersault against your ribs.
“Let… me read it… without fearing you’ll reach over and grab it ‘cause it might just fall into-”
“Read it, then.” He ordered. A momentary shiver of fear traveled down your body. Wait a minute. Was he a hired hit-man? No. No. No. It’s Mingi; no harm flows through his veins. I think, you thought.
“Ok-k.” Your delicate hands opened the file. The first notable thing were a few pages of sheet music which were a foreign language to you. He watched as your eyebrow furrowed over the music sheets, recognizing you couldn’t read them. You flipped around the pages until a small page of notebook paper caught your attention. It belonged to your journal; you remembered the day Mingi asked for a sheet. How could you say no?
It was the words scribbled all over the lines that knocked the wind out of your lungs.
‘I bet this time of night you’re still up.I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city. And I bet, sometimes you wonder about me’
He noticed your grip on the crinkled paper loosen, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
‘And I just wanna tell you, it takes everything in me not to call you.
And I wish I could run to you.
And I hope you know that everytime I don’t, I almost do, I almost do.’
Your eyes looked up at his. He was writing a song. It made sense, him being a musical arts student, but you couldn’t figure out why he tried to hide it from you.
“This is beautiful. No. That’s not the right word.” You bit your lip and gazed down at the paper before noticing a line you hadn’t yet read:
‘I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can’t say Hello to you and risk another Goodbye.’
(lyrics from Taylor Swift- I Almost Do)
“This is… about me?” It made sense, his struggle to wave to you. A blush tickled your pure cheeks when he nodded. A warm smile formed on your face as you stepped closer to the boy. “Why does Hello pain you, Min?”
“When I was younger, we moved around a lot: financial problems.” He rested on a bag of fish pebbles and fiddled with his hands. His eyes would glance at you from time to time before rushing to find something other than you to admire.
“Whenever I made a friend, there was always this fear of ‘how long?’ ‘When do I have to say goodbye?’ It’s childish, I guess-”
“No, Mingi. It’s understandable,” you purred while easing onto the stool you sat on for studying. You scraped the bottom of it on the floor while scooting closer to him.
His face lightened and rid itself of worry. “I guess I never got over the fear that... I’ll leave everyone behind. Even the ones I love.” He held his gaze with yours.
“I thought you hated me,” you breathed a low laugh.
“No. No, I- I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I- well you,” he took the paper out of your grasp carefully and slid it back in the folder. “You make me nervous, y/n.”
“I’m not trying to.”
You’ve never seen this particular loving grin of his before now. And gosh, did it feel like heaven. “You always give me this unexplainable feeling. Like, I get so much inspiration when I’m around you. I’m always looking forward to working here with you because I can go home and add the lyrics to my songs.” He sighed and took your warm hand in his.
“When you brought my sweater back, I realized I feel something for you- something close to love. I waved to you then because I unconsciously discovered why my stomach feels nauseous around you- you make the butterflies fly for me, y/n.”
You stood there in disbelief. Song Mingi likes you? You beamed at him and whispered, “I like you, too.”
“Hm I couldn’t catch that.” His tease earned a light punch on the shoulder from you.
“I’ve been thinking about you like that for a long time.” Confidence filled your voice as your eyes caught hold of his.
“Yeah?” Mingi’s slightly calloused fingers traced along your jawline. He inched closer and felt your quick breaths on his collarbone.
“Yeah.”
He leaned into your hair and eased at your tiny hands tracing along his spine. His palms firmly rested on the small of your back afraid to let you go.
“I’m afraid to lose you.” His voice sparked with panic as you slowly inched apart.
“You’re not gonna lose me,” you cooed at him. Your hands raised to hold his cute cheeks; his eyes were hypnotic as they seeped with care only for you. “I’m here. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m not leaving either,” he promised. The honesty in his voice made you deteriorate. His lips danced dangerously close with yours as he lowered to your height. You leaned on your tiptoes in frantic need for his lips. His palms cupped your neck while the pads of his thumbs grazed along your jaw. He urged you closer while your hands fell to grip the fabric of his t-shirt.
After one small kiss, you pulled away for a breath then devoured more of his alluring lips.
In that moment for air, his eyes never left your lips; they electrified him with desire. A desire that sealed his promise to never leave your side as he curved his body against yours.
Christmas was arguably your favorite time of the year for multiple reasons.
The first being winter. Winter meant snowy weather- which you enjoyed and spent lots of time outside- and hot chocolate snuggles with your boyfriend.
The second would be the lights. You and Yeosang always decorated the apartment balcony with white-yellow lights. One of your favorite traditions with him is sitting on the rooftop of your building and admiring the Christmas lights around town.
Lastly, Yeosang. He made Christmas that much more exciting; last year, you two had a sugar cookie bake off that somehow ended with sprinkles stuck to the ceiling. As you were cleaning up, you had never been more grateful for him.
This year, you were planning on a gingerbread house competition. You had bought the little kits and earned some mocking looks from the cashier, but she was just missing the holiday spirit.
Now, Yeosang didn't know about this cookie-house-deal your heart was set on. But he knew you and all the larger than life ideas that often popped into your lovely mind.
It was after lunch when you turned on a 'Christmas Shuffle' playlist. When you pulled the gingerbread boxes from the cupboard and suggested a little competition, well, how could he say no?
He was solely concentrated on his house as were you. The table was a mess with ginger crumbs, gumdrops, and globs of frosting. It was perfect; absolutely perfect.
Rather than focusing on the music, he turned his attention to you- and the competition of course. Christmas music tended to be rather obnoxious to him. Yeosang hadn't told you about his dislike towards Christmas carols because he knew you loved them. He'd hear only your calming voice while you'd sing to them in the car. Or when you'd 'secretly' dance in the grocery store to the overhead tunes, he'd admire the movement of your body more than he could with the music. You weren't singing to them now as you gently tossed your gummy lips between your teeth in concentration. And you obviously weren't dancing as you were seated. He didn't mind the songs really, but there came a point when they'd pinch a nerve.
Deck the Halls began to play when he decided he had had enough.
You heard the kitchen chair screech the floor as he shifted to stand. "Yeosang?" You asked curiously.
"I can't take anymore of this." A guttural sound erupted from the back of his throat as he stepped towards the stereo.
"What?" Your small voice quivered at his back. You weren't tracking him and had let your overly imaginative head lead you into the plot of a Shakespeareic novel. Your thoughts were screaming at you: He's breaking up with me… shoot he must not like gingerbread houses. Why didn't I know this? Your fingers started pulling at the roots of your hair in fear when you heard him again. Although this time, he singsonged flatly:
"Fa la-la-la-la, la-la la no." The stereo clicked silent, and Yeosang returned to the table unphased. "Now, I was about to beat yo- Y/n what's wrong?" He noticed the panic on your face and instantly came to your side. He knelt to the floor and raised his hand to cup your cheek; the pad of his thumb drew soothing figures on your skin.
"I thought you were leaving me." You laughed desperately to hide the sob that tickled in the back of your throat.
"Oh no no no." Yeosang gently pulled you off the chair and into the safety his lap and arms. "I can't stand how aggressive some Christmas songs are." He cracked a laugh and felt you smile in his chest.
"I'm an idiot. I'm sorry, Sangie. I didn't know what to think. You got up so suddenly and I-," you stopped and turned to meet his caramel eyes.
"Nah, it's kinda my fault for letting Christmas music attack me like that. It pinched a nerve, and all I could think about was shutting it off. I'm sorry, princess." One of Yeosang's hands moved to play with your natural curls while the other continued to press you into his chest. But you stirred out of his grasp and went to the speaker.
"Y/n, I swear." He stood while you tauntingly searched for more music. He strided over to you and looked over your shoulder. You had searched for: 'calm classical Christmas' on your music app.
"It won't be annoying if it's just piano keys and strings, would it?" You asked with pleading eyes.
"That should be fine." Yeosang leaned into your body and hugged your waist.
"Perfect," you smile and purred into his touch. The beginning of 'Frosty the Snowman BUT SLOWER' seeped through the speaker. You were thankful you could still get your fix of Christmas tunes. "Now, to defeat your shack of a house…"
You giggled and tumbled away from his arms. He rushed after you and slammed back into his seat.
"Oh, now it's really on, princess." He winked before diving back into his cookie house.
"Y/n, you didn't need to buy me a latte this morning." Hana grinned as you walked into the morning lecture hall.
"I need coffee this morning anyways. Plus, I thought you'd like it," you shrugged while stumbling to the desk. Your hands were full with her latte as well as your drink, your textbook, and your lunch. Your backpack, which was weighted with a laptop and notebooks, didn't help your steps.
"No, no I do, but you look like you could use some help." She suggested and held out her hand.
"Ah thank you, but I'm perfectly balanced."
As you finally reached the desk, you placed the drinks down; however, your balance was quickly thrown offset. You dropped your lunch bag and textbook. The lunch bag landed luckily on your seat; your juice box didn't spill, and you were beyond thankful you got to enjoy it for lunch and not have to clean its sticky mess. But the textbook... landed right on your foot.
You shrieked in pain as you couldn't fight the few tears that spilled. Hana helped you sit down and made convinced other students to fetch you an ice pack.
"Is it bad?" Hana questioned when you removed your slippers to see the wound. It was swollen, red, and was definitely going to bruise.
You didn't tell Minho of your injury for one simple simple reason: he would laugh. You knew your boyfriend's natural judgments, but sometimes, they were down right insulting.
When you came home from uni, you checked the bump. It was a black bruise with tints of purpley yellows around the corners from your textbook. You had a 90 degree-angle-bruise on your left foot. You would be concerned if he didn't laugh at that. Even you laughed at the marking.
You were previously icing the injury on the couch. But when you caught the ricket of the doorknob turning, you lept hobbled to your bedroom in desperate need of some socks.
Minho, however, saw the flash of your figure right as he stepped through the door. He thought this was a game- being the lively boyfriend he was. He slipped off his shoes and dashed to the bedroom. He found you oddly standing by the closet door.
You were hiding your foot. It was weird, hiding something from him. Even how you were standing felt odd. Your left foot was covered by the pocket door of the closet.
"What's up?" Minho asked with eager in his voice.
"N-nothing!" You were quick to respond. Hopefully it didn't make you sound as suspicious as you thought.
"Is it for me?"
"What?" What? ohhh Minho thankfully misunderstood. But you had nothing to give to him. Well... maybe you did.
"Here." You rushed to remove the clean hoodie that he had loaned to you with no expiration date. You were hoping by giving him a "gift," he would drop the topic.
"You don't want it anymore?" He wondered aloud.
"I thought maybe you'd want it back?"
"Sure. Thanks y/n!" Minho shuffled to put the sweater on. It still smells like her, he beamed. He leaned foward and pecked your lips before stating he was going to play some video games.
"Ok," you smiled back. Still in bliss from his lips, you forgot about your foot and slammed down on it. A harsh squeak fell from your lips. You rushed your hands over your mouth in fear and slight anger at yourself for literally letting it slip.
Minho abruptly turned back into the room at a loss. "Y/n?" He considered himself smart, but girl language was Chan's specialty. Not his.
"Are you-"
And then he saw the bruise.
You bit your lip and closed your eyes as you heard him bend down to examine the splash of colors.
"It's dark."
"Well, duh. It's a bruise, Minho," you softly giggled as he further inspected it.
"What happened?" He demanded while remained on the ground.
"I... I dropped my textbook on my foot this morning."
"Ah, that explains the special mark." Minho let out a breathy laugh and lightly traced a finger over the injury.
This caused your eyes to shoot open in pain. You whined and cautiously stepped back.
"Shoot, shoot. Sorry y/n." He sprang quickly to his feet and took your hands. He helped you to the bed while mentally cursing himself for touching it: stupid curiousity. After he plopped you down on the edge of the mattress, he knelt in front of you with his hands locked in yours; you were ever so grateful they were.
"Wait, were you hiding this from me?" Minho's tone was heavy; it was weighted with mixed emotions.
You slowly nodded while avoiding his gaze.
"Why?" He croaked back. His voice was tinted with sadness and pain. Why were you hiding this from me? He reflected.
"I- I thought you'd laugh at my clumsy self and the marking of the bruise." Your eyes met his; both sets were sorry, but yours were the only ones crying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You were quick to cover your eyes in shame; your lungs felt thick with guilt.
"I guess my sarcasm is too much for you, huh?" Minho gently smirked and pulled your hands away from your gorgeous emeralds [eyes].
When you nodded, he felt horrible. He knew his jokes and nags were occasionally rude- the boys had told him so- but he never knew his girl was this delicate of a flower to become afraid of his words.
"Baby, I'm sorry." His eyes felt watery, and you wasted no time to brush away the fallen tears. It made his heart burst against his chest at your loving impulse. "I should've known my jokes and taunts were hurting you and making you afraid to tell me things."
He turned over his shoulder to hold your foot which wrapped around his waist. He looked up at you while he blow warm breaths on the patch.
It helped, surprisingly. And he knew it did when you sighed with comfort.
"Y/n, I don't want you to ever be afraid of me saying something stupid that hurts your lovely heart. Baby, what if this was something bigger? Like a bump to the head? I never ever want you to hide yourself from me. I live each day buried in the thought that I get to come home to you. I promise I will work on my comments if you promise to never keep anything from me, especially when you're hurt."
"Min, I love your little side comments. They make me laugh and remember them during the day." You giggled. A small smile formed on his lips when you mentioned his jokes. "But sometimes... they're too much. I don't want your snickers to stop, boo. I just want... I don't know. Maybe for them to be nicer?"
"Well, you killed all of my jokes, y/n." He leaned back with a hand over his chest in shock. You laughed at his exaggerated response; he finally got you to fully laugh.
"Maybe nice wasn't the right word," you bit your lip and played with Minho's chocolate locks.
"I get what you mean, babe." He smiled back and leaned into your touch.
The pair of you stayed here in a soothing silence. You lost yourself in the waves of his delicate locks. The shimmers of the overhead light dusted each strand into beams like a yellow sky. Whilst he massaged your ankle in hopes to improve the blood flow to your foot, he kept glancing up at you. You were so tranquil despite the lingering tears that crawled off your face. But, he had one question he needed to ask.
Hongjoong came home angry. Something about work was bubbling inside him, and right as he stepped past the door, his lips roughly attached to yours. He needed to erase his pent up frustration.
Thus why you ended up in this position: on the bed with his hips harshly snapping against yours. He had pushed your legs to your chest somewhere in the mix. It was new, and it didn't help that his strong hands firmly kneaded your breasts which were traumatized by the squish from your legs.
Hongjoong's thrusts were brutal and never lost their sharp pace in and out of your burning pussy. You had lost count of how many times he had cum; you only came twice- both felt forced and painful.
It became more of a struggle to breathe now. You've had hard sex with Hongjoong before; he was, every now and again, a hard dom in the bedroom. But this was too much.
The faint whispers of sweet nothings that flawlessly grunted from his lips were the only reason you lasted as long as you had. But with one particularly deep thrust to your abused hole coupled with an aggressive pinch to your nipples, tears of pain began flowing from your eyes. You couldn't take anymore.
"Red! Red, Hongjoong, red," you sobbed from your trembling lips.
His eyes snapped to your teary ones; he gently and quickly pulled out of you in a coma of shock.
He watched as you curled into a ball with your precious hands wrapping around your knees for comfort. Your body was shaking, and your breathing was unsteady.
"I'msorryI'msorry," Hongjoong fretted while his body was frozen at the foot of the bed; he was afraid to touch you.
〰️
Some point after, you must have passed out because when you awoke, Hongjoong was not in the room.
"Hongjoong?" You whimpered his name. There was no reply. "Joong?" Silence. You were frightened and alone.
Goosebumps had crawled all over your body; a fresh cycle of tears started pricking your swollen eyes. You lunged toward the closet ignoring the instant head rush that followed. You urgently slipped into a fresh bra and panties before finding a t-shirt and pair of jeans to change into. You had just placed your head through the shirt when you heard the creak of your apartment door. You shoved the shirt on and shuffled out the bedroom. Hongjoong was standing at the doorway with a laundry basket under his arm.
"Y/n?" He noticed your fearful state and softly placed the hamper on the kitchen counter.
You let out a content sigh of relief and ran straight into Hongjoong's chest.
"I thought-t you left-t," you heaved as your fragile voice squeaked against his chest. Your fingers gripped his clean t-shirt tightly in fear he'd leave once more.
"Y/n, sweetheart, I'm sorry." Hongjoong nestled his face in your hair; your scent calmed his restless anxiety. He stood with you touching no more than your head with his cheek.
"Hold me. Please, please just... hold me." Your hands twisted hard into his shirt. His fingers quivered as he raised them to your hip crests. He softly placed his sturdy palms there; the second you eased further into his touch, he instantly glided his arms around your waist. His head stayed in the comfort of your hair.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." Hongjoong's voice alone could convince you. His tone was laced with honey, but his words were drowning in regret. Comfort you- it was his only thought, and yet again he scared you by leaving- trying to comfort you. You were each others safe person, yet he was everything but right now.
"Don't leave. Please." You croaked. You pulled your face out of his chest and met his gentle eyes. I've never seen him cry, you noted. But seeing the streaks from salty tears stretch down his face only made you adore him more.
He had seen you cry, but this was the first time you were crying because of him. You had sobbed painfully harder and longer than him. It hurt to know he was the reason for your glimmering tears.
"I'm not; I won't," he whispered. Hongjoong reached for your petite hands and brought them to his lips; he gently kissed them while his gaze hooked on you.
"But.. you left." A new wave of cries dripped from your lashes.
"I went to the laundry room downstairs." His face gestured to the hamper.
He… went out… to do laundry…?
When he glanced back at you, confusion was painted on your face. But all he noticed was how lovely you looked- tears and all- in the evening, window light. He traced his fingers around the outline of your face. "You're stunning, y/n." He said.
You smiled and nuzzled into the palm of his hand. "The laundry room?"
Oh, right.
"I took some blankets down and heated them up. You blacked out. And I needed to comfort you; sitting with you wasn't helping the tremors your body made." His head hung in shame. "The first thought I had was to wrap you up in warm blankets and never, never let you go."
His hands cupped your cheeks as he kissed your forehead.
"Should we snuggle while watching a movie or lay together on the bed doing nothing?" He asked as he retrieved the warm blankets.
"I just want to be with you." Your fingers locked with his free hand as you spoke. He smiled and hummed in reply.
Hongjoong led you to the couch and guided you onto the cushion. Still irked from before, Honjoong mentally prepared everything out: he would not let you back on the bed without washing out the sheets, but he'd do that before the two of you took a shower. The sheets would still be nice and heated out of the dryer when it was time for bed.
He unfolded a fuzzy sheet and curled it around your body. You weren't shaking or afraid anymore, but he was acting as if you were glass. Your face tinted with shades of red, and you smiled at his nervous but loving actions.
Once he stiffened the cocoon on your figure, he placed the remaining blanket over him carelessly. You reached for him the moment he sat at your side.
"Y/n, I'm really sorry. I know this doesn't make up for-"
"Joongie~ it is not at all your fault," you comforted. "Actually, if anything, I should be the one apologizing." Your fingers played with his as you continued. He listened to you and watched you closely.
"You came home frustrated from the day; I should have helped you relax. Not the other way around." You mumbled the last part and slowed the fiddlings with his fingers.
"This is helping my day."
"W-what?" Your head turned to lock eyes with his celestial brown orbs.
"Being here with you cuddled in my arms; nothing and no one can top you. All pent up emotions leave me when it's only me and my girl." He sent you a playful wink that made your blush deepen.
Hongjoong held you closer; he did so so that when the covers became cold, neither of you could tell as the warmth from your resting bodies replaced the artificial heat. He loved you too well.
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