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fictional kiss things that end me

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”

Stray Kids Kinktober Day 8

Stray Kids Kinktober Masterlist

Breeding - Bang Chan

“It’s going to be a disaster,” you lament, leaning your head back over your couch. Your coffee mug gripped tightly in your hand.

A random movie is playing on your TV, but neither you nor your best friend is paying attention.

“It will not,” Chan chides and nudges your arm with his elbow.

He sips his own drink slowly, watching you throw your arm over your eyes.

“Yes it will! Every year my family goes on this vacation to the mountains, and every year I’m reminded that I’m the only single adult in the family.”

You sigh.

“You’re not the only single one, what about your cousin?”

“He started dating someone about a month after last year’s vacation. They’re still together, so she’s coming on the trip.” Your tone switches to something less dramatic. “She’s lovely, by the way, you’d like her. Very friendly.”

Chan laughs. “So, you’re single and alone there, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s your family. ”

“They make fun of me the whole time! And if I do anything my mom doesn’t like, she’ll go ‘this is why you don’t have a boyfriend, Y/N.’ Ugh!”

“Aren’t there only four ‘older’ cousins?”

“Yes, and I’m the only single one above the age of seventeen. I’m twenty four and I am going to die alone.”

Your arm drops from your eyes and you stare up at the ceiling.

The air in your apartment is warm and comfortable. Candles burn on the table beside you, filling the house with a pleasant warm cinnamon scent.

It was always one of Chan’s favorites.

“How long until the trip?” he asks.

“Next weekend.”

“Not enough time for a dating app, huh?”

You force a laugh, “No. Can you imagine? ‘Coffee was great! You wanna come on a week-long vacation with me and my giant, loud family?’ They would run for the hills.”

“Your family is great and you know it.”

“I know, they’re just… obnoxiously close, that’s all. I love them, don’t get me wrong.” Your arm slides off your eyes and you stare up at the ceiling. “But if I need to listen to my aunt nitpick my appearance in passive aggressive ways to ‘help’, I might kill myself.”

Chan takes a long sip of his drink. “They’re not that bad.”

You roll your eyes. “They love you so much, what would you know? Every time I bring you around them I always get tons of questions afterwards about you. I think my cousin is in love with you.”

“Which one?”

“Lily.”

“She’s twelve.”

“Twelve and in love with you.”

Both of you sit in silence for a moment. Chan’s attention slides back to the TV. He’s looking at it, but he’s not absorbing what’s really playing.

Same with you, you’re too busy wrapped up in your thoughts when an idea hits you all of a sudden.

“That’s it!” you yell, sitting up straight. Your voice startles Chan and he almost spills his drink all over your couch.

“What? What’s it?” he asks quickly, checking his pants to make sure nothing spilled.

“You can come with me!”

“You want me to go on your family’s yearly vacation in place of a boyfriend?”

“I want you to come on my family’s yearly vacation as my boyfriend.”

Chan’s head snaps over to you, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. You’re already looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Please, Chan!” you beg before he has a chance to say no. “Please, please, please!” you repeat over and over again.

Placing your coffee on the table, you crawl closer to him on the couch, begging over and over again.

“They already love you so much! It would be so easy ! Plus, it’s all expenses paid! It’s a free vacation to a lake house in the mountains with your best friend!”

“Felix isn’t going.” Chan teases.

You whine and grab his free hand. “No, me! Your best friend! Pretty please Chan! I’ll owe you big time!”

He stares at you for a long moment, thinking it through in his head. You’re staring at him with big, pleading, sparkly eyes. He’s never been able to say no to that look.

He sucks his teeth, head cocking to the side for a second. The hand in yours twitches and he holds it, like a faux-shake.

“Fine,” he says. “But, you owe me dinner.”

Squealing, you throw your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He wraps his beverage-free hand around you and hugs you back. “You’re seriously the best, thank you!”

“I know, I know. Now can we please finish the movie?”

——————————————

The trunk to your car slams shut, Chan dusts his hands off and then rests them on his hips.

“You look like a dad,” you tell him while coming up to the car with your backpack slung over your shoulder.

“A dad who packed the trunk of your car perfectly.” He eyes the backpack on your shoulder. “That goes in the backseat. I’m not opening the trunk again.”

Giggling, you open the backdoor and toss it in.

“Can you drive?” you ask, batting your eyelashes. “You know how much I hate driving.”

Chan sighs and holds his hand out for the keys.

“You’re the best!” you cheer and toss them to him.

“Yeah, you keep saying that.” Chan rolls his eyes and ducks into the driver’s side of the car. “Do you have the address?”

You duck inside the car and start typing on your phone. “I should have it in my texts, one sec.”

Scrolling through your phone, you try to find the text that your aunt sent you with the address. Your family has rented the same AirBnb every year since you were fourteen and yet you could never remember the address of the place.

As you’re searching for it, a phone call from your mom comes in.

“Oh, hold on.” You say to Chan and hit the answer button.

“Hey, ma!” you greet into the phone.

“Hey, sweetie! Are you on your way yet?”

“We just got into the car, actually. We’re about to leave.”

“I thought you would’ve left an hour ago.”

“Chan got held up at work, actually. Not his fault.”

At the mention of his name, Chan perks up and looks over at you, listening to the phone call intently.

“Ah, gotcha. I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me you two finally started dating.”

“Yeah, well, it’s still kinda new,” you lie through your teeth. You look up and make eye contact with Chan. “We only became official about…”

His eyes widen and he looks around panicked. Quickly, he holds up three fingers.

“About three week-”

He moves about wildly.

“Months! Three months ago! Sorry, I’m a little distracted putting all the bags in the car.”

Chan reacts to your lie comically, his chin jutting forward, head cocking to the side. You wave him off silently. Your mother doesn’t seem to clock your panic about the situation.

“I always saw how the two of you looked at each other, it was only a matter of time, really.”

A blush crawls up your neck and turns your ears and cheeks red. Chan looks down at his lap and coughs nervously, a blush of his own making its way onto his skin.

“Anyway, we better get going, mom! You know how talking on the phone while driving is illegal and all.”

“Make Chan drive! He’s the boyfriend.”

“You’re so right… And he should do so without putting up a fuss.”

Chan motions down to himself, as if to say ‘I’m already the one in the driver’s seat’. You wave him off again, trying to focus on your mother’s voice.

“Okay, okay, I’ll see you soon, but I expect some questions to be answered when I see you, Y/N!” Her voice is teasing, but it makes your blood run cold.

“Of course, mom. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Bye, love you!”

You don’t give her a chance to answer you before you hang up.

The silence in the car is so loud, the air is so still.

“So,” you say slowly. “We need to come up with a backstory, huh?”

“It seems so.”

Another bout of silence.

Neither of you are looking at each other, you’re both facing forward, staring out the windshield.

“I’ll uh… find the address.”

“Yeah.”

You clear your throat awkwardly and scroll through your phone. Chan waits a second before starting the car.

——————————————

Chan turned one of the final corners of the trip onto the street.

“Our first date?” he asks.

“Coffee at the cafe by my apartment.”

“Second date?”

“Movies, we saw Barbie. We went out to eat afterwards. A diner.”

“When did we become official?”

“Three months ago. May 6th. You asked me after our third date.”

“And?”

“You kissed me at my door.”

“Good.”

You both pause for a moment.

“How come I can’t be the one that kissed you?” you tease him.

Chan laughs out loud and turns the car into the driveway. “As if you would ever make the first move.”

You look at him incredulously. “I so would! You’re the one who gets too nervous to do anything. I say I kissed you, not the other way around.”

“No way, I kissed you.”

Chan puts the car into park.

“Absolutely not. I kissed you first.” you reply.

“Keep dreaming. I walked you to your door, we stood there and talked for a minute. You went to walk inside, but I stopped you and kissed you.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt.

“No, after we talked, there was an awkward silence and I could see how nervous you were and how you kept looking at my lips. So, I took the first step and kissed you.”

Grabbing the door handle, you wrench it open before Chan could issue a rebuttal again.

He calls your name from inside the car and lets out a loud groan afterwards.

“You can’t have all the firsts, now can you?” you call back, walking around to the trunk.

The front door to the house rips open and two of your little cousins come tearing out of the house with happy smiles.

“Y/N! Y/N!” they both call out, sprinting up to you.

Leaning down, you scoop both of them up into a hug with both arms, giving them an equally excited hello. Both of them hug you tightly.

They’re five and nine years old, girl and boy– the youngest of the cousins.

“Look who else I brought with me,” you giggle and look over at Chan, who was watching you from the side of the car. The door still opened, his arm leaning on the top.

Both of their tiny gazes turn towards him and just like that, you’re forgotten about.

“Chan!” They both cheer and run at him full tilt.

He wraps both of them up in his strong arms and picks them off the ground.

“Hello, you two!” he coos and gives them both kisses on their heads.

Something twinges within your heart seeing him interact with the two of them that way, it goes through you like an arrow. His brown eyes are so warm and sparkly holding your two little cousins close to him.

A genuine, bright smile pulled across his beautiful face.

Chan steps away from the car and puts them on the ground, they both complain. “Come on, I need to help Y/N with the bags. I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I made her carry them all by herself.”

Your heart thuds again. Boyfriend.

The two kids groan and give in, running back into the house, telling everyone of your arrival.

Chan watches them for a moment before turning to look at you with a sheepish smile. You smile back and knock twice on the hood of your car.

“Come on then, boyfriend. These bags won't carry themselves.”

He laughs and grabs the bags from the trunk, arguing with you when you try to lift some of the heavier bags. Well, you weren’t going to argue about carrying something if you didn’t need to.

The cold air conditioned house was a familiar sight when you walked through the front door. One of your aunts was near the entrance when you first came in.

“Y/N, Chan, you’re here! We have you both in the room down here, I hope that’s okay.” she says, pointing to the room down the hall. It’s one of only three bedrooms on the first floor.

“Yeah! That’s totally fine, thank you.”

You smile and walk to the room, dropping your bags down on the bed.

The singular bed in the room.

Chan follows you inside the room with your bags, plopping them down on the floor by the door. You turn to look at him, he’s staring at the bed, most likely thinking the same thing that you are.

He closes the door behind you both.

“I didn’t think about this part.” you say quietly just in case someone was outside the door.

He shrugs. “Just don’t hog the blankets,” he jokes. Chan brushes it off so easily.

What you don’t know is his heart is racing just as much as yours is. His mouth has gone completely dry and he had to gulp down some nerves before jesting with you.

It’s just a bed, right? Both of you can share a bed, no problem. Not at all.

The two of you have fallen asleep on the couch together before. But, it’s not quite the same as sharing a bedroom for the next week.

“I didn’t think you would need any blankets since you’re a human space heater.” You open your one bag and pull out a few smaller things.

“You’re just jealous because you’re cold all the time.” Chan stands on the other side of the bed, plugging his phone charger into the wall.

“I’m not cold all the time.”

“You’re in a sweatshirt and it’s eighty five degrees outside.”

“We had the air conditioning on in the car.”

There’s a few knocks on the bedroom door. “Dinner!”

——————————————

Contrary to what you both originally thought, your family did not grill the two of you interrogation style about your relationship. Instead, you were met with a lot of “It was only a matter of time”.

Each time one of your family members said something along those lines, both you and Chan would grow extremely shy, faces flushing and hearts racing.

Dinner was held in the back room attached to the large kitchen, a long dining table sat in the room, benches full of your family members lined it.

There were so many of you: eight cousins, three aunts, two uncles, two parents, one sister, one brother in law, one grandmother.

This was not the first time Chan had been around your extremely large family, not at all. He’s around you all the time, especially when he can’t go home to Australia for holidays. You always invite him to your family celebrations, and each time he’s more than thrilled to be there.

Everyone was so happy that he was there; part of you thinks they’re happier to see him than you.

Dinner came and went, it was filled with laughter and stories, like it usually is. Your dad and his brothers all teased one another, bringing up stories of being young in the 70’s and 80’s.

“Let’s do a movie night!” One of your younger cousins turns to her older brother. “You’ve been promising me that we would watch Star Wars.”

“You want to watch Star Wars tonight?” he replies.

“Yes, please! Cousins movie night!" She cheers and grabs her plate. “We can set the couches up like last year!”

Chan leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Movie night?”

“There’s a den upstairs with a couple couches, we push them together to make a giant bed and all watch movies at night. Very common L/N Family Activity on vacation.” you answer, leaning closer to him. “The adults usually go to bed and all the cousins watch movies.”

“Sounds exciting.”

Both of you chuckle and smile at one another. His dimples showing. You two seem to be in your own little bubble.

Chan’s leaning so close his body heat is radiating through your clothes. The fabric of his shirt is brushing against your bare arm.

“You’ll find that there’s a certain schedule to each day, breakfast, play down at the lake, lunch, back to the lake, get ready for dinner, eat dinner, movie time.”

“I think I can get used to that.”

“You better.”

A throat clears by you. Your aunt is looking at the two of you with a playful smile. “Are you both going to help clean up or what?”

——————————————

“Dibs on sitting next to Y/N!” One of your little cousins calls out after you all finished pushing the couches together.

“No, I want to sit next to her!” Another yells out.

The youngest runs up and throws his arms around your hips, hugging you close to him. Both arms don’t make it around you all the way.

“No, me!”

You laugh and ruffle his hair. He holds you tighter and it knocks you off balance slightly.

“Come on, hon, you got to sit next to me at dinner, let someone else have a turn.” you coo down to him.

“No!” he pouts and hugs you tighter. You grimace and try to pry his arms off you.

Chan comes out of nowhere and picks your cousin off the ground in one fell swoop. “How about me, huh?” he teases and tickles your cousin with his one free hand.

Your cousin starts giggling like crazy.

“Don’t I get to sit next to my girlfriend?” he jokes and tickles him even more.

The biggest smile stretches over your face, heart warming once more.

Chan drops your cousin onto the couches, he bounces a bit, still laughing.

The tickle torture continues now that both of Chan’s hands are free. Giggles turn into cackles.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t fight the smile on your face and the feeling that stirs in your stomach. Are you ovulating? You have to be. There’s no other explanation for the flutter within your chest.

He just looks so natural like that. The teasing looked adorable.

It wasn’t until one of your older cousins came into the room before your gaze was taken away from Chan.

“Lovesick, eh?” he says in your ear.

“Oh, shut up.” You hit him in the arm.

“I know that look anywhere, Y/N. You can’t fool me.” He laughs and then walks to take his spot on the big couch huddle with his girlfriend.

Chan picks your little cousin up by the ankle and starts dragging him around. Both of their laughter was music to your ears.

“Okay, okay! Move time!” You call out to the two of them. Chan looks over at you immediately with the goofiest grin on his face.

Your little cousin groans.

“Give me my boyfriend back,” you tease and climb onto the couch.

After several minutes of figuring out seating and finding the movie on the TV, everyone was finally settled.

Chan sat directly next to you, his arm on the back of the couch behind you. Both of your legs stretched out in front of you and a shared blanket draped over you both.

The opening title sequence of Star Wars starts playing and silence falls over your cousins for the first time since you got there.

Absent-mindedly, Chan’s fingers lightly brush over the skin of your exposed shoulder from behind you. They trace small shapes lightly.

You can’t even focus on the movie in front of you, Chan’s touch is too distracting.

Your sister and her fiance sat on the other side of you. She leaned over and whispered in your ear about twenty minutes into the movie.

“You can cuddle with your boyfriend, you know.”

A flush crawls up your neck. “Yeah, of course I know that. I just didn’t want to–”

Chan must’ve heard her, his hand closes over your shoulder and brings you closer to him. Your body turns into his, head tucked underneath his chin. His body warmth seeps into you as soon as you press into him.

The cherry on top is when he presses a kiss to the crown of your hair before resting his chin on top of your head. A shockwave of goosebumps ripples through your body.

Thinking you were chilly, Chan wraps his other arm around you and holds you even closer.

Well, if he’s playing the part.

You intertwine your legs with his underneath the blanket. His heart jumps in his chest and he has to fight the urge to press another kiss into your hair.

Chan knew he was pushing his luck with the first one, but it just felt so natural, he couldn’t help himself. Every single time the two of you touch, he instinctually takes it further into a romantic zone.

Previously, he would restrain himself from advancing these moments with you, but now? He doesn’t need to hold himself back. He can let his body react naturally.

The movie continues on, whenever a younger cousin would ask any questions about the movie, one of the older kids would answer.

Whenever Chan was the one to answer, his voice would rumble deep within his chest. The later it got, the raspier it sounded.

Throughout the movie, you both just got more and more tangled up underneath the blanket. You slid an arm around to rest your hand on Chan’s chest; fingers mindlessly playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

Chan melted into your touch so easily.

In all the years you’ve been close friends, you’ve never been this level of a human pretzel while hanging out. He’s relishing every moment of it. Your shared body heat mingling is intoxicating to him.

He’s such a tactile person, physical touch is definitely his love language.

Chan can’t remember a time he was ever this cozy while watching a movie.

One of his hands moves from your shoulder and into your hair, running his fingers through the strands gently.

Every muscle in your body relaxes when he starts scratching at your scalp lightly. His soft exhales puff out on your head. Normally, this would bother you, but instead you find it soothing.

Both of you were fighting against your eyelids towards the end of the movie. The little kids fell asleep about ten minutes before the credits rolled.

Chan squeezes you tighter for a moment before whispering into your hair, “Time for bed.”

Your heart squeezes. “I gotta help get the little ones to bed.”

“I got it,” he answers. “Go wash up and get to bed. I’ll be downstairs in a few.”

Words can’t even describe how much your heart melts at his words.

Pull it together, Y/N. He’s your fake boyfriend for the week, remember? Not your real one.

It’s Chan – Bang Chan. The same guy who held your hair each time you drank yourself sick in college. The guy who camps out at your dining room table to work because he claims the Wi-Fi is better at your apartment.

Nevertheless, you peel yourself off of him, untangling your limbs and sitting up.

“You’re the best,” you say to him with a sleepy smile.

“I know.”

——————————————

Sunlight streams in through the bedroom window and the air conditioning unit continuously hums in the room.

A strong arm squeezing tighter around your body is what drags you out of dreamland.

A searingly hot body is pressed flush against the back of yours; legs tangled up, back to chest, soft exhales blowing into your hair lightly.

The haze of sleep still has your mind in its grip. All you know in that moment is that it’s so cozy, so warm, so nice that you can’t help but press your body backwards into that serene clasp.

The arm tightens again and brings you even closer.

A nose nuzzles further into the back of your head.

Chan, it’s Chan behind you.

You should care. You should be prying his arm off your waist and scooting over away from him.

But you don’t want to. It’s too nice.

It’s so peaceful, you’re about to drift back to sleep when the sound of two separate footsteps run towards your bedroom door.

They’re so loud, it rips you from sleep and you tense up, preparing for impact.

Your bedroom door is practically flung open.

Chan jolts against your body at the noise, his eyes snap open, arm tightening around you even more in a protective manner.

He has about two seconds to get his bearings before both cousins leap onto the bed, yelling at you both to wake up.

Chan releases you and turns over onto his back with a deep groan.

You groan and squint your eyes closed, bringing the covers up over your head.

“Noooo…” you moan out.

Chan laughs and grabs one little cousin closely, hugging her close to his chest. “Are you in here to sleep in bed with us? I sure hope so since it’s still soooo early.”

She giggles and tries to fight against his strong arms. “No!” she cackles. “You have to eat breakfast so we can go swimming down at the lake!”

Your other, more calm, cousin squirms underneath the covers and cuddles up to you. Slinging an arm around him, you keep your eyes closed and try to let your mind drift off again.

This is not the first time he’s done this, and it most likely will not be the last. It breaks your heart thinking about the year he feels like he’s too old to do this.

Chan is practically wrestling with your cousin next to you. She squeals when he turns on his side with her encased in his arms.

“Chaaan!” she giggles.

After a few moments, he lets her go and she clambers off the bed.

“Come on, Chan! Come sit next to me at breakfast!” She pulls on his hand closest to the edge of the bed.

He laughs and turns his head to look at you. You’re fast asleep again with your younger cousin asleep in your arms.

Chan’s heart slams against his ribcage and his stomach does a cartwheel.

Your sleeping face is so peaceful, and the way your little cousin has the same hair color as you had the cogs in his mind turning.

What if that was your kid in your arms, not just a cousin?

What if it was his?

His eyes flicker all over your face.

Something stirs in his mind, shooting down his spine. If it wasn’t for your other little cousin yanking on his arm over and over again, probably would’ve watched you for a few more moments, allowing his mind to roam into dangerous territory.

——————————————

“You’re staring.” Your aunt sits next to Chan with a plate full of food.

He’s camped out on the back porch of the cabin. It overlooks the wooden stairs that lead down to the dock hanging over the lake.

You’re lounging out on a floaty, pina colada in your hand– courtesy of him. He had walked it down to you only a few moments ago.

When it was announced that it was lunch time, you told Chan you wanted to work on your tan without worrying about your cousins splashing you every five seconds.

Maybe making you a frozen drink was just an excuse to see your face light up when he brought it to you. Maybe it was an excuse to watch the water droplets slide over your body up close.

Chan clears his throat and tears his eyes off your lazing form. Clearly, he’d been caught staring at your bikini clad form.

She nudges his arm playfully. “Don’t be embarrassed, it would be weirder if you didn’t stare, you know.”

Your family can be so crass sometimes.

Chan laughs and takes a bite of the sandwich on his plate. “It’s just nice to see her relaxing for once.”

“Has she been working herself into the ground again?”

“She never stops.”

Your aunt nods and looks back down at you before taking a bite of her own food. “Also helps that she looks good in that bathing suit.” She pauses. “Damn, your kids will be good looking.”

Chan chokes on his bite of food, his body jerks forward and he slams his fist into his chest to try and get it down.

Your aunt pats him on the back a few times, laughing at his expense.

“What?” She questions with an evil chuckle. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”

“We’ve only been together for three months,” he wheezes out, still hitting his chest. The clump of food is sitting in his throat.

“And?”

“It’s too early to think about stuff like that,” he lies through his teeth.

You’re not even his. You’re not. This week will end and you’ll have to go back to just being best friends.

He’ll have to pretend that he wasn’t fake sleeping for the last hour before you woke up just to have his arms around you for a little while longer.

“Please.” Your aunt rolls her eyes and goes back to her food when another family member joins the table.

Chan takes a long swig of water before letting his eyes flicker to you once more. Your free hand hangs down in the water, head tilted back to dip into the cool lake, exposing your long, beautiful neck.

In his swim trunks, his cock twitches and he takes an even bigger drink of water.

——————————————

The torture continues endlessly for the two of you.

It’s the fourth night when it’s just you and Chan left awake.

Rain is pouring against the windows outside, the fireplace is lit, TV playing something in the background.

“I’m never going to get to bed.”

“I told you that you shouldn’t have had coffee with dessert,” you tease Chan, nudging his arm.

“Your uncle offered me a cup and I panicked.”

“You don’t even like coffee.”

“I know!” He whined.

You laugh at his expense. “Come on,” you tug on his arm. “You promised you would play pool with me.”

“When did I say that?”

“Literally this morning!”

“Fine, fine.”

He allows you to pull him off the couch with a dorky smile on his face. He loves giving you a hard time for no reason at all.

The pool table sat in the front room, just a few steps away from your bedroom.

Every time the two of you had gone to play pool, other family members would get in the way and pull one of you two in another direction.

Tonight was really the first night you both had to yourselves.

“You break,” you tell him once everything is set up. He nods and lines up his shot. After a second, he hits the cue ball perfectly into the cluster and all the balls scatter along the table, but nothing sinks into the pocket.

“Pity,” you tease him.

“Pity,” he repeats, mocking your tone.

Laughing, you bend over and line up your own shot. From across the table, Chan watches your form bend over, his lip pulling between his teeth mindlessly.

You hit the ball and sink one in.

With a cheer on the quieter side, you look at him with a smirk. He rolls his eyes playfully as you line up another shot.

The game continues just like this for a bit. Both of you going back and forth, missing most shots, but also nailing some good ones.

You’re tied at the end, racing to try and sink the 8-ball before the other person.

Leaning over the table right in front of him, you try and set up your aim.

“Wait,” Chan says quietly before you can pull the pool stick back to take your shot.

He leans down over you, pressing his back into yours, arms coming around you. He guides your aim to hit the cue ball differently.

The entire time, your heart rate is increasing exponentially.

“Just a bit more to the left,” he whispers in your ear. Chills rip down your body and you gulp. His voice sounds so low and sensual.

His hand over yours adjusts with tiny, miniscule movements. He keeps changing the aim a bit to the left, then a bit to the right, like he’s prolonging the contact.

Behind you, his hips are pressed into yours. It’s taking every ounce of willpower and control for him not to get hard in his sweats.

Especially, since in this position, he potentially could–

“Pull back,” he rasps. You follow his instructions immediately. He helps guide the pool stick back, hesitating for a moment. His chest inflates with a deep breath.

He breathes in the smell of your shampoo.

“Shoot,” he exhales.

With his guidance, you both shoot the ball, standing up quickly to watch it bounce off the 8-ball and then sinking into the corner pocket.

You cheer and jump up, turning around to face him directly.

“Take that!”

When you turned to face him, he hadn’t backed away yet. You’re practically nose to nose with Chan. A gasp catches in your throat from his proximity.

And yet, he still doesn’t back away. He continues to stare at you, his eyes dart from yours, down to your lips, then back up to your eyes again.

“Y/N,” he breathes out.

You swallow nervously and hold his eye contact.

Chan’s jaw clenches once, his hands ball into fists at his sides. Every single ounce of constraint is being tested within his body right now.

Cracks are going up the dam of his self control.

You’re not moving away; why aren’t you moving away from him?

He watches your eyes flicker down to his lips once and that’s all it takes for his mind to snap.

Chan lunges forward, grabbing your face with both of his hands and smashing your lips together. You let out a surprised noise against his mouth, your pool stick clattering to the ground.

Every bit of pent up aggression from the last few days is poured into the first kiss.

His hands aren’t on your face for long. He can’t keep still, sliding them all over your body; into your hair, down your sides, grabbing your hips, he’s everywhere.

“Fuck,” he growls against your lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N. Shit.”

Even though he’s apologizing, he can’t stop himself. He can’t stop slotting his lips over yours, devouring your very being.

Chan’s eyebrows are pinched together painfully. He’s pinning your body against the pool table with his hips.

You grab at his shirt and pull him closer.

“Shut up,” you say in between heated kisses.

“But I–”

“Shut up.” Your tongue runs over his bottom lip and his mind whites out. Every rebuttal fell from his mind, through the floor and into the Earth.

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face even closer to yours as he licks into your mouth. With each turn of your heads, your noses brush against one another.

Chan runs his hands down your body and grabs underneath your thighs, picking you up and placing you on the pool table.

Your legs part and he stands in between them, never leaving your lips once.

As he runs his hands up your legs, he squeezes your bare thighs every few inches. It makes your core clench and body tingle.

Your fingers run up through his hair, grabbing tightly and pulling. Chan moans into your mouth and moves his hands to grab at your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.

“Chan,” you whisper on his lips. He responds with a grunt. “Need you.”

God.

His hands fly to your legs again, grabbing you by the knees, he yanks your hips forward. Your clothed core comes into direct contact with his erection.

“I can give you exactly what you need, baby.” he nips your lip with his teeth. “I can take good care of you, yeah?”

Trailing his fingers up, he toys with the waistband of your shorts. At the same time, he moves his kisses down your neck. You tilt your head back to give him more access.

“Wanna take these off, babygirl?” he moans when you roll your hips into his.

“Yes, please.” you hiss in response.

Lifting your hips, he grabs the fabric and slides it down your legs, tossing them onto the floor with the forgotten pool stick.

Kisses trail lower and lower down your neck as he lowers to the ground.

Chan pulls away to kneel onto the ground.

His eyes are heated and strong when they meet yours. A dark scarlet color covers his cheeks and down his neck, disappearing into his sleeveless shirt.

Both of his hands grab at your thighs when he looks down at your glistening cunt. You’re absolutely soaking wet by now.

Since the moment he helped you line up your shot, you felt your panties dampening.

Wasting no time, Chan leans forward and runs his tongue from the bottom of your slit all the way up to the top, swirling around your clit and sucking gently.

Your hand flies up to cover your mouth, the other rests on the table behind you to keep your balance.

He repeats the action again, this time with more fervor and you squint your eyes shut, head tossing back from the pleasure that rips down your spine like a zipper.

Chan’s hands tighten around your thighs, eyes staring up at you and studying each reaction closely.

You taste so fucking good. He can’t get enough of you. His tongue greedily scoops up your juices, licking around your clit to feel you grind into his face.

His cock throbs with each moan, each whine that makes it through your fingers held tightly over your mouth.

After one long suck on your clit, Chan dips his tongue inside you, licking at your walls. Your eyes roll back into your head, the hand over your mouth flies down to grip at his hair.

He can’t help but smirk into your folds.

Every single moan is music to his ears.

Slowly, he inches his fingers over and when he moves his tongue up to your clit, he slides a finger into you, immediately curling it up to hit that spongy spot inside you.

“Jesus fuck–!” you cry out as quiet as you can manage.

It doesn’t slip your mind that you’re quite literally in a house full of relatives who could wake up and come into the front room at any moment and see the two of you.

But the fear just adds an extra layer of arousal to you.

“Does that feel good, babygirl?” Chan mutters into your cunt. “Does it feel good to have my fingers inside you?”

He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, those brown eyes studying you like a predator studies prey.

You bite your lip, eyes closed, and nod your head.

Chan adds a second finger and your head tosses back again. He can feel you clench down hard on his fingers when he licks your clit in long, even strokes.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body.

“Chan,” you whine.

“Yeah, baby?” he teases, licking up slowly, the pace of his fingers is equally as slow. But, regardless of the pace, he’s still coaxing you towards the edge of an orgasm. It’s building slowly, you can feel it in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit,” you buck your hips into his face when he does one particularly hard thrust.

“Use your words, little girl.” He bites your thigh and then goes back to your folds. You clench around him hard at the name.

How are you supposed to use your words when your voice keeps getting caught in your throat? When every time you think you can open your mouth, a sultry moan tumbles out.

“N-Need you,” you manage to strain out.

A devilish smile pulls at his lips. He begins to thrust faster with his fingers, licking your clit quicker.

“Need me?” He asks in between licks. “You need me?”

Veins are popping in your neck from straining to keep your voice down.

“Yes, fuck!” You hiss out. “ I need you.”

In between his legs, Chan can feel his cock weeping with precum. His mind is so clouded with lust he can barely think straight.

Desperately, he wishes that you didn’t have to keep your voice down. He wants to make you scream.

Faster and faster he thrusts and licks at your soaking cunt, greedily tasting your juices.

Your thighs twitch on either side of his head the closer you get to your orgasm.

“Chan,” you grab his attention by yanking on his hair. He grunts and looks up at you through his lashes, lips still devouring you. “Inside, inside. I need your cock inside me.”

Your words go straight to his dick, he licks at your cunt a few more times before standing to his feet quickly to lock your lips together, fingers still buried inside you.

When you taste your own slick on his tongue, your eyes roll back in your head and you clench around him. Chan smirks into the kiss, curling his fingers up.

He’s relentless. Tongue sliding over yours, moans being eaten up by a greedy mouth while his fingers fuck into you.

With more strength than you thought you had, you pry Chan’s lips off yours by pulling his hair back.

“If you don’t fuck me in the next thirty seconds, I’ll pin you down and ride you until your cock can’t cum anymore.”

An exhale is punched from his chest. His mind whites out. Chan’s mouth drops open and his fingers stutter within you.

Did you really just say that? That sounds like a fucking dream.

“Babygirl,” he growls darkly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

Your eyes darken and you pull his hair again. “Fuck me until I can’t walk, Chris.”

Chan rips his fingers out of your cunt, grabs both of your hips and roughly pulls you off the pool table.

He fists a hand in the back of your hair and spins you around, shoving your head down, bending you over completely.

You’re lucky you had half a mind to put your arms out to rest your weight on your elbows.

Using his one foot, he knocks the inside of yours outwards to spread your legs even more.

“Fucking look at that,” he marvels, running his free hand up your ass and kneading a handful. After a second he reels back and brings his hand down with a painful smack.

Your one hand flies to your mouth to cover the squeak that you make.

“Bent over, soaking wet cunt just fucking waiting to take my cock.” His hand tightens in your hair. The other hand rips his sweatpants down to take his cock out. “What a good girl you are.”

Chan can’t remember a time he’s ever been this hard.

Casting a look over your shoulder, you look back at Chan. His eyes are blown out, lip pulled in a sneer as he fists his cock, staring directly at your fluttering walls clench around nothing.

“You wanna fill me up, Channie?”

His eyes snap up to yours with a predator-like stare. His hand stops pumping his own cock, hell, he even stops breathing.

Chan’s jaw clenches, every ounce of self control is being drained. How much more of this can he fucking take before he passes out?

“What?” His voice is so strained and hoarse.

Your eyes narrow and you wiggle your hips tauntingly. “Come on, Chan.”

Chan’s eyes darken. He fists your hair and shoves your face down on the table and slams his cock inside you.

Your mouth stretches open in a silent scream, but you don’t let the noise make it out of your body.

Chan’s eyes roll to the back. You feel so fucking good.

“Holy shit.” He moans out. “Jesus fuck you’re so fighting tight.”

He wastes no time, pulling his cock out to slam back inside you. Your back arches and hips press into his to meet his thrust.

Each sharp wave of pleasure shoots down your legs and into your toes.

Small gasps and whines make their way through your lips.

Chan leans down, yanking your hair back to pick your head up slightly. His face comes down next to yours.

“You like this, yeah?” He whispers harshly. Thrust after thrust slams against your cervix. “You like when it’s rough?”

Closing your eyes tightly, you keep your mouth shut, trying to nod with his hand so tightly wound in the crown of your hair.

“Better be quiet, then. Don’t want someone coming out and seeing you look like a cum hungry, whore.”

Over and over again he fucks into you.

After one harsh thrust, your mouth drops open and before you can moan loudly, Chan’s free hand covers your mouth tightly.

“Feels that good to have my cock inside you, huh? Can’t control that pretty mouth, you’re so fucked out.”

You whine and nod again. Nails digging into the felt of the pool table underneath you.

Hot, white pleasure is coursing through your veins. You’ve never been fucked like this in your life.

Chan leans down more and bites at the side of your neck, lapping at the skin and leaving small marks that will fade by the morning.

“You’re fucking lucky you have to be in a bathing suit in front of your family tomorrow. Otherwise I would leave my fucking mark all over you.” He bites, but doesn’t suck. “Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Another whine is stopped by his hand.

“I have a better idea, babygirl.” He bites your earlobe, pace slowing down within you. Instead, he thrusts deeper, you can practically feel him within your gut. “I’m going to do exactly what you said, yeah? Fill you up? Make that pussy sloppy with my fucking load.”

Your hips jerk back into his to try and encourage him to pick up the pace. Chan only tightens his hold in your hair.

“You’re going to take whatever I give you, every last fucking drop. Even after I pull out, I’ll stuff you with my fucking fingers so nothing gets wasted.”

Arching your back, you press into him more.

“You want that, huh?” He growls, biting your ear. His pace picks up gradually, each thrust rougher and faster than the last. “You want my seed inside you?”

You nod pathetically.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

His thrusts start growing erratic.

You never expected him to be this talkative during sex. But he hasn’t shut up once.

Another nod accompanied with a whine comes from you. You’re absolutely drowning in pleasure.

“Gunna carry my kids, got the fucking perfect hips for it, yeah? You’ll look so fucking hot all pregnant with our kids. Fuck.”

He’s so lost and fucked out, he can’t stop his mouth from running, spewing all his fantasies.

Moving his hand from your mouth, he trails it down to grab at your throat.

“Chan!” You moan out, licking your dry lips.

“Can feel you clenching, babygirl. You gonna cum for me? Gunna cream on my cock? Suck up my cum and hold onto it with this tight fucking pussy?”

“Yes yes yes yes.” You pant over and over again. “Kiss me, kiss me, please”

When you turn your head, your lips smash together.

The coil in your gut is seconds from snapping.

You bite Chan’s lip and pull back.

“Fuck me full, daddy.”

Every muscle in his body tensed and his thrusts turn into something animalistic. The hand in your hair is so tight your scalp is screaming.

“Say it again.”

“Fu-huck,” is all you’re able to manage.

“Say it again.” He barks in your ear. You’re not going to be able sit down tomorrow.

“Daddy.”

A bite to your neck.

“Again.”

“Daddy! Fuck me, daddy!”

“Holy shit.” He whines in your ear. Hearing you say that makes him feel fucking insane. His body is acting on its own.

With a few more thrusts both of you are thrown over the edge at the same time. Your cunt clenching around him so tight, Chan can barely breathe.

His cock spurts and sprays within you, painting your walls white.

Every single sensation feels so good you think you leave for body for a few minutes. Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

His entire body is wrapped around yours. Grunts in your ear keep you grounded.

You feel so full.

Chan came inside you so much that it’s leaking out and dripping down the inside of your legs.

He pants heavily into your ear.

Releasing your neck, he lovingly runs his hand down your side, caressing your hip, massaging circles into the bone.

His hand slides around and cups your lower stomach tenderly.

Slowly, he unwinds his hand from your hair, kissing at the roots he’s been relentlessly pulling on. He scratches and rubs at your scalp to ease the ache.

But still, he hasn’t pulled out.

Chan kisses the top of your head and down to your face, kissing the cheek he’s able to reach.

You can’t catch your breath.

“Y/N,” he whispers into your hair.

You hum back to him, eyes still closed in bliss.

“I love you.”

Your heart jumps in your chest, Chan feels you clench around him.

“I love you too.” It falls from your lips so easily, like it’s been sitting there for so long, just waiting to be heard.

Both of your heads turn to kiss one another.

It’s so ungodly sweet for the events that just took place minutes ago.

His lips are so soft and plush, especially from being swollen from your steamy kisses.

Inside you, you can feel his cock twitch. Is he…?

Breathlessly, you pull away from his sweet kiss.

“Are you still hard?” you pant.

Sheepishly, he smiles and ruts into you. A moan catches in your throat.

“Babygirl, I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck you. It’s going to take a few times before I’m ready to call it a night.”

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୨୧ hyunjin

Life without Y/n seemed- no was so unfulfilling, it felt incomplete, the boys were so upset that they refused to eat anything that wasn’t Y/n’s cooking leading Hyunjin to have to remember recipes and dishes that the woman made to satiate his kids

Hyori wasn’t any better, she had began teething and no matter what Somi nor Hyunjin tried, the girl would scream for hours until she screamed herself to sleep, it was noticeable to everyone, the Hwang’s needed Y/n

While the kids showed their hearts on their sleeves, Hyunjin may have been the worst of them all, his heart genuinely felt like there was a Y/n sized hole missing, and it was all his fault

There was always a huge possibility that Y/n would end up pregnant, he never wore condoms and she wasn’t on any type of birth control, if anything he should’ve been prepping for the inevitable baby sooner

He couldn’t help but cry at the idea of the woman who he and his kids loved dearly, leaving and cutting them out of her life for good, not only that, preventing the new Hwang baby from getting to know its father and siblings

But Hyunjin forgot, one rather major detail, the whole reason that made him lose him mind at the knowledge of his mistress being pregnant, and it was his own wife, Somi

Somi may have been distant, but she wasn’t dumb, she knew that something was going on with her husband and the nanny because, while the kids being upset with her leaving had plenty reasons to be understandable, it didn’t make sense for Hyunjin to be devastated

Somi wasn’t going to say anything to reveal that she knew, it wasn’t her can of worms to open and if he was man enough to cheat, he would have to man up and be man enough to tell

“Come on Jaejae, can you please just eat? It’s literally your favorite” Somi watched as the boy threw the bowl of cinnamon toast crunch across the room screaming for his llama, feeling overwhelmed and annoyed with her youngest son, Somi sent him to his bedroom

“If you don’t like something you don’t throw it, am I clear young man?” Hyungjae stormed off, screaming about how he wanted llama, and that made the baby of the house scream as well, and much to her surprise, the oldest son began to whine too, talking about how not having Y/n wake him up hurt his heart

“Oh my god, can you all stop crying? Y/n will be back, stop screaming before I put you guys in timeout” Somi grabbed her youngest daughter who strongly detested her, and sobbed louder, making the already annoyed woman, pissed

So she placed the now ten month old down in her seat, screaming for her husband to deal with their kids because she couldn’t, not only were they all screaming, they weren’t listening to her which was something she hated more than off brand designer bags, there was almost nothing she hated more than off brand bags

Hyunjin walked in, calming his sons down and picking Hyori up from her high chair, and while her crying failed to stop, it definitely went down some decibels “I got it Somi, just go, it’s not like you’re home anyways”

Somi scoffed, not liking how she caught a stray from her husband, in fact she was mad he was acting like he didn’t know why their kids where so fussy, and while she had no filter, she wasn’t going to have that talk in front of her kids

“We’ll talk Hwang, I need to have a word with you”

That talk would come three days later, the kids refused to settle down and so Hyunjin’s parents came to pick them up so that the overwhelmed parents could have some time to themselves

But with the way Somi stared at Hyunjin with her eyes slanted with disdain, Hyunjin started to believe that he would have three Hyori’s screaming rather than be alone with his wife

“I want a divorce”

Somi said it so quickly and calmly that Hyunjin almost believed that he misheard the older woman, but when his eyes looked down on the papers that she slammed on their kitchen table, he knew that she was serious

“What why?” Hyunjin wasn’t upset, in fact he was happy that she was the one who filed, her signature was already on the papers, and all he had to do was place his, but it seemed so sudden from her end

“I know you’ve been fucking Y/n- wait let me finish i’m not done speaking damn’it, but i’m not mad, matter of fact i’m more mad that you made a pregnant woman leave, why did she leave Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin sighed “She told me that she was pregnant and I didn’t handle it like I should’ve, I said some things that in hindsight were fucking awful and shitty, it was not my brightest moment, and I wish I could tell her that I was sorry”

Somi gasped, shocked that her husband would ever do something like that, so she did the only thing she could think to do, smack him. Somi reeled her hand back, connecting it with so much vigor that Hyunjin let out a meek scream, shocked “I can’t believe you’d get a woman pregnant and then treat her like that, you’re an asshole Hwang”

Hyunjin began stuttering, hand cradling his cheek as he reeled in from the searing pain, confused as to how she was informed of the pregnancy and then it sunk it, she was in the house when Y/n told him and she could’ve heard the entire exchange

“She left her pregnancy tests in her bathroom, and I haven’t been the one fucking you Hyunjin, but we’ve been married for awhile, I know what you look like after sex” Hyunjin gulped, not knowing how to handle this situation

“All I want from this divorce is the car you gave me, you can have full custody, the houses, and your money, I don’t want anything else except freedom and I can’t have that being a mom of three and your wife”

Somi spoke with so much eloquence that Hyunjin was feeling bad about doing this to her, he felt bad that he couldn’t love her like she deserved and even though she wasn’t showing her emotions, he felt that it had to hurt

“I’m not hurt Hyunjin, stop looking at me like that, i’m serious, I don’t care, but you need to make it up to that poor girl, she’s pregnant and is the only person who those rascals listen to, if you don’t make it up they will hate you for the rest of your life”

Hyunjin sighed, finally feeling the urge to speak “But I am still confused, what do you get out of this Somi? I know you said you don’t care, but why would you only bring out divorce papers now”

Somi smiled, flipping her hair over her shoulder before shrugging “I was cheating on you first, and the man i’m with doesn’t want kids, so I couldn’t divorce you until I had a good enough reason because the judge would grant me 50/50, and now that you got another woman pregnant, and i’m the spouse who’s kid prefer the damn mistress, the judge is going to give me what I want”

In all the years that Hyunjin known Somi, he had never seen his wife like this, and with the new information that she was cheating first and fell out of love too made him feel less shitty “So you waited until I gotten another woman pregnant so that she could mother the kids?”

Somi agreed, telling him that she knew that he would inevitably get another person pregnant since his pull out game was weak, and his sperm was highly fertile “I don’t know wether to be offended or not” Somi rolled her eyes, shoving the papers into his hands

“Less talking more signing Hwang” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, skimming through the packet and noting that she was telling the truth, the only thing she wanted out of this divorce was her g-wagon and no custody, she was fine leaving the kids to their father

“I don’t know wether to be relieved or concerned that you don’t want anything to do with the kids, they’re yours too” Somi scowled, waving her hand dismissively “Would you rather me take full custody, the houses, your money, and post the fact that you got the nanny pregnant?”

Hyunjin winced, if it got out that he cheated on his wife with a younger woman who took care of their kids, the media would have a field day with it and his kids would see the dog that the media paints their father as when they get a social media presence

“Noted” Hyunjin flipped to the pages where he needed to sign, and hastily signed his signature, making a smile form against Somi’s face as she celebrated about the fact she was finally free

“I hope all is well between you and the girl, she loves those kids, so she’ll be back, but don’t do something stupid where you’re going to ruin your life and your kids, that baby needs a father and mother Hyunjin, and i’m sorry that I couldn’t be the mother that our kids needed, but i’m thankful you found- well that I found Y/n, but i’m thankful you found love in her”

Hyunjin stared at Somi, lips parted and gaping as he tried to figure out what to say, it wasn’t every day that your wife was happy that you got another woman pregnant, and it wasn’t everyday that she supported said pregnancy

“I’m going to stay until I get all my stuff out, but i’ll be out of your hair before long, i’m also taking our sheets, I haven’t seen any like that and I love the design, you don’t need them anyways”

Hyunjin’s face contorted into one of amusement, she wasn’t actually upset and wearing a mask, she was just happy that she could finally leave, living her own life and only then did Hyunjin realize how unfair life has been to her

Hyunjin and Somi met while he was 19 and still in his freshman year of college, Somi was 28 and was living the bachelorette life, according to Hyunjin’s parents, she was a wild child all her life and they didn’t want her to waste her child bearing years, so what did they do?

They arranged a relationship between Hyunjin and Somi, being “together” for nine years before her parents were upset at their being no children, so much to her dismay, she was pregnant and married all in the same year, and as if that wasn’t enough, they kept pestering the woman to have more and more

Somi felt trapped, and Hyunjin accidentally played into it, instead of helping her, he made it worse by getting the woman pregnant everytime he felt like it, and while he was mourning the miscarriages that would’ve gave him more children before Hyori was born, Somi on the other hand was chided by her own parents and he had accidentally missed it because of his own feelings, and now that he’s realizing this years later only made him feel more guilty

Somi never wanted to marry and she never wanted kids, but Hyunjin got her pregnant six times and had her give birth to three of their children, and the thought of him ruining her life couldn’t help but bring tears to his eyes

“I’m sorry” While the two worded sentence wouldn’t ever be enough to justify what had happened to her in the two decades years they’ve been together, they had been a start and it brought an elated smile to Somi’s face, a smile that he hadn’t seen in over a decade

“I forgive you, being honest, I could have always left but I didn’t want to leave you with the boys on your own” Hyunjin sniffled, opening his arms to embrace Somi because while he hasn’t felt love for her since the her pregnancy with Hyungmin, and in introspection, he hasn’t ever loved her, leaving the both of them in an uncomfortable loveless decades long relationship

“I’m sorry for everything Somi, take care and whatever you do, know that i’ll be here for you” The grip from their hug only tightened, so many emotions and words that needed to be said, were being said without a word leaving either one of them

“I’m closing the chapter on us, so I don’t think i’ll ever contact you again, but if the boys want to talk when they get older, i’m open to that” Somi pulled away, lacing her fingers with his in a platonic hold, this was the end of their marriage, and the beginning between Y/n and him

…

Despite having agreed to the mutual settlement of the divorce, the only thing that was left was telling the boys that there would no longer be anymore daddy and mommy together, and mommy wouldn’t be able to care for them anymore

Hyunjin agreed that leaving Hyori with his parents was the smarter option, and they would also not inform her parents of their split, if they ever asked why they didn’t hear from them anymore, Hyunjin would tell them that she was abroad for work

It wasn’t like they called for anything else other than to pester Hyunin about how he should be be raising the kids since he was man, and chiding the man for being in touch with his femininity at his “old age” Hyunjin wasn’t sure why they were concerned with what he wore and how he styled his hair and makeup since none of that had to do with their daughter, but now he realized that in hindsight, they didn’t give a fuck about anything except power

After realizing that, he also added another condition into the divorce papers which was “Myung Somi’s biological parents have no rights to the children, these rights include no claim to file charges against either party under their grandparent rights, babysitting, visitation, and showing up to their place of education, without Mr. Hyunjin Hwang’s explicit permission”

“Me and your mother are divorcing” The two boys were staring at one another, confused about what was just said to them since they’ve never heard anyone around them use that word

“Hyunjin you idiot, they obviously don’t know what that means” Somi rolled her eyes, looking at the two boys who thankfully looked more like their father rather than her “What your daddy means is that I won’t live here anymore and that it’ll only be you guys, him and your llama in the house”

Somi was trying her best to be loving, which clearly shocked the boys “So you’re leaving again?” Hyungmin titled his head when he asked his and Somi nodded, confirming his question “Oh so it’s going back to normal then, okay so when’s llama coming back I have to ask her something”

Hyungjae not understanding the situation but seeing that his brother was happy and talking about llama caused him to smile and celebrate, which shocked the two adults who were staring at one another

“I’m leaving for a long time, you guys won’t see me” The boys ignored her which made her roll her eyes and look at her soon to be ex husband “I told you the boys liked her better, just wait until they learn that they’ll get another sibling from their beloved llama”

Hyunjin shushed the woman, not wanting to get their hopes up about a baby from the woman who wasn’t answering his texts nor calls about the matter, but as he stared at his boys who were enjoying the idea of having their llama back, he knew that his heart would be complete the moment she came home

If she came home

“Okay so when are you leaving and when is llama going to be back” Hyungmin didn’t mean to be rude, but Somi couldn’t help but dramatically roll her eyes at her sons blantant dismissal

“She’ll be home soon, she loves all of you, and she misses you guys even more” Despiye talking to the two boys in front of her, her eyes looked at Hyunjin when she finished, reassuring him that she knew that Y/n still loved him

Hyunjin couldn’t help but laugh at his situation, his ex- wife was reassuring him about the mistress who he knocked up during their marriage, but he wouldn’t ask questions, it could’ve been so much worse but luck was finally in his favor

Now all his luck had to do now was bring the love of his life back to his kids, back to him, back home

୨୧ felix

Felix felt like an idiot

Correction, he was feeling the effects of his idiocy for how he treated Y/n the other night. Even though all he wanted to was apologize for telling her the news so abruptly, he knew that he shouldn’t, the moment that he saw her, he would fold, and he promised his wife to try to work on their relationship for the baby

But he couldn’t help but walk by the bustling cafe, attempting to catch glimpses of the owner, but always falling short because it seemed like Y/n hired someone to work the register, which meant she was spending her time in the kitchen, or in her office, and wether he wanted to admit it or not, it was his fault for the abrupt change

All in all the worst side effect of him breaking up with the woman was how Flora handled the news of never going back to Y/n’s cafe. Felix sat Flora down and told the five year old that they were no longer welcome to visit, and while Felix knew it was far from her fault that she couldn’t visit her favorite cafe, he knew that she was too young to know the truth, so he had to settle on telling the little girl a white lie

That white lie being that Y/n was mad at him and that they had to find a new cafe, and of course, Flora took the news awful, she screamed until her mother told her to shut up which also made Felix feel awful, he couldn’t stand the situation he put himself into

It was fully his fault to do things like this and now that he looked back at what Y/n said, she was right, Bitna was an awful mother to Flora and if the way she yelled at a five year old to shut up or else she would get hit was any indication, then trying to work things out with her would never work

Flora began sobbing, having never heard her mother yell at her in such an aggressive manner which seemed to anger the woman even more, because she grabbed her louis vuitton handbag, and stormed out with Felix’s keys to his benz

His eye twitched, he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to work on the marriage anymore, and it seemed that the relationship was only furthering to deteriorate, he was beginning to feel the brunt of his actions, he was an idiot

“Flora come here baby” The girl screamed, yelling that she hated her father for getting banned from the cafe, running into her room and slamming the door, instead of his wife who would nag about their daughter being disrespectful, he sighed, leaving the girl alone because she had every reason to be upset with him, it was his fault after all

He walked into the living room, thankful it placed right in front of Flora’s door so that he could keep an eye on the girl for when she inevitably stormed out for lunch, but sighed for the umpteenth time, reaching for his phone to call his wife to ask her where she was, being honest he didn’t care about her, but the baby that she was carrying

Only for her to hang up and not answer his phone, it wasn’t uncommon for her to do this, hell she did this everytime she didn’t get her way, but Felix assumed that she would stop since he requested her too when she begged him to work on their relationship

“Fuck me” His fingers lingered over a photo, a selfie from a month back that captured his arm around Y/n as she held up Flora who was smiling with brownie batter caked on her face and teeth, it was taken after one of Flora’s recitals and as a lovely gesture, Y/n had decided to bake her a batch of “princess brownies” but before she could even deposit the batter in the tray Flora stuck her fingers in it

He wanted to cry, the more and more he told himself that he was doing the right thing, the more than he felt that he wasn’t, he missed Y/n and she definitely didn’t want to see him which should’ve made him happy, but it did the opposite

He should’ve listened, instead of trying to be the handy manny guy from Flora’s favorite show, and trying to fix a marriage that couldn’t be fixed, he should’ve been building a new one with Y/n, one that he alongside his daughter would be able to flourish in

A single tear fell past his eye and in mere seconds, it turned into full on crying, his life was ruined and it was his fault, his daughter hated him, his wife didn’t care about him, and the woman he loved probably hated him too, and there was nothing he could do about it

“Daddy i’m sorry, I don’t hate you I promise” The little girl pulled at her fathers hand, reminding him that he wasn’t in this alone and he had to take care of his daughter, the one girl, who still loved him at this point, Felix chuckled, wiping the dampness off his cheeks and embracing the five year old in his arms

“I love you Flora, daddy’s sorry, i’ll fix this don’t worry” The girl sat on his lap, staring at him with eyes so wide that he believed a galaxy could fit inside of them, in fact he would find a way to prove it if it meant that Flora would finally forgive him

“Why does mommy yell a lot, will she yell at the baby too?” Felix gasped, not expecting for his sardonic five year old to do a complete 180° “No Flora no, I promise you she’s just upset” Flora huffed, asking if she was always upset since she was always yelling and for the third time that day, he was having an epiphany, Bitna was an awful woman and the longer he stayed with her, the more his daughter hurt

Which was exactly what Y/n told him, his heart began to clench at the thought of his baby girl, and the same would only happen to their newest addition, so despite ruining his relationship over wanting to fix this one, he was going to end his marriage, all for all

“Well don’t tell her this, but she’s scary, she’s not like any of my friends mommies, I don’t like her” Flora hadn’t meant to hit Felix’s heart where it hurt, she was one of the reasons he wanted this marriage to work, but the more she spoke, the more than he knew that it needed to end, for the sake of her mental and the sake of how she wild perceive later relationships

…

“I want a divorce” Felix’s already deep voice seemed to be deeper as it was laced with animosity, shocking the woman who was laying on the couch, munching on a bag of corn flavored chips

“But why?” Felix rolled his eyes, mocking what Bitna said in a tone that was definitely not even close to hers, but it made his point clear, so he wouldn’t dwell on it either

“You’re literally so toxic Bitna, Flora doesn’t love you, she fears you and I don’t want her to deal with trauma that you caused, especially since it can be avoided all together”

Bitna stood up, angrily crossing her arms over her chest “I’m literally pregnant you’re divorcing me, how could you be so cruel” Felix sighed, running his hands though his long tresses of blonde locs, trying to calm his nerves

“Besides, if you’re seven months pregnant, why aren’t you showing, you were showing during your third month with Flora” Bitna scoffed, calling Felix an idiot for not considering the fact she was having an ectopic pregnancy and the baby wasn’t showing

“Where’s the ultrasound Bitna, show me proof that you’re pregnant or i’m calling the police to arrest you for trespassing” Felix knew he was bluffing, but Bitna did not and she immediately broke down, exclaiming that she was lying

Felix felt the possibility that it was true, but hearing it verbatim made it hurt ten times worse “Bitna you’re so disgusting, Y/n was right about you, of course you’d lie about being pregnant so that you could trap me into staying with you, did you forget about the fact that i’d find out eventually you dumbass?”

Bitna immediately dropped her act and accused Felix of stepping out of their marriage, for being the reason it was ruined but Felix clapped back, telling his soon to be ex-wife that the real reason their marriage was over was because of her, and how he and their daughter hated her

“So not only are you dumb enough to lose me, you’re losing her too, because I noticed you haven’t been to that fucking cafe at all recently, so what you gonna do? Stay alone for the rest of your pitiful old life?”

Felix chuckled, telling her to pack her shirt and sign to papers before he got the court involved and sued her for lying about her pregnancy just to trap him

The woman screamed, irate with anger at the idea of losing her golden ticket to never working, but Felix ignored her, thankful that Flora was in the master bedroom that was thankfully sound proofed

“So not only are you threatening me, you cheated on me, and you turned our daughter against me to favor her? Do you not know how fucked up that is?”

Felix shrugged, replying that manipulating him and acting like an asshole to their five year old daughter who did nothing but love the adults in her life, and the fact that she doesn’t love her own mother said a lot

“I don’t give a fuck Bitna, get the fuck out of my house, I can’t even stand to look at you, after you not only said that you would smack my five year old daughter, you lied to me and her about a baby, that’s disgusting”

Bitna ignored Felix, threatening to make him suffer if he ever left her, but the male couldn’t care less, this woman was actively manipulating his daughter and he wouldn’t stand for it, he refused to be negligent to his daughter

“You have an hour to get out of my house before I kick you out myself Choi Bitna, don’t talk to me any fucking more, we’re done and if you text me i’ll fill a restraining order against you for not only me, but Flora too”

Bitna screamed, throwing the vase that her mother gifted to the two as a wedding gift, scaring Felix as the glass shattered against the floor, Felix’s eyes widened with disbelief and Bitna called her mom, informing her of the situation

Not wanting to deal with her not any longer, he got her to leave her house, locking the door immediately after since all the keys were on the hooks in the living room, and since the cars were all under his name and he didn’t want her to do something that would ruin his credit, nor make him look bad

“Holy fuck, what would Y/n do” He couldn’t help but bottle up the scream inside him, not wanting to be heard raging from his neighbors, he held back tears as he picked up the glass shards, vacuuming up the rest

Felix felt awful, his heart shattered like the glass that was currently on his carpet

He would win Y/n back. He had to

୨୧ seungmin

Seungmin couldn’t help the sinking feeling that his heart felt everytime he looked at the house directly in front of his, but the sad part is that he had no one else to blame but himself

Thankfully his ex lover wasn’t as cruel to his son as he was to her, Minseok would still play at her house daily, but instead of the warmness that greeted him when he picked up his son, he was met but steely eyes and a door slam so shady that it sent multiple messages

But he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the fact that his four year old son had gotten closer to the woman of his affection, and he also couldn’t help but feel guilt, he had disrespected Y/n and she still treated his son with so much warm that it made him feel like Nari wasn’t the rightful mother of his son, despite being the one to give birth to him

Y/n had also still took care of Sunmi whenever he had to work, and when Seungmin texted her to ask why, the only response he received was “It’s not hard for some of us to separate the apple from the tree” and while it was so simple, it was so damning that he could barely think clearly

“Can we invite miss Y/n to my birthday party” Minseok was talking to his mother, but the woman had been so uninvolved that the name Y/n didn’t ring a bell, causing her to curse at her husband for letting their children go around other women

“Nari what the hell are you on, you know Y/n is the neighbor that watches our kids when you’re at home on your ass” Nari immediately halted in his rant, walking off as if she wasn’t just screaming at him, but forgetting to answer Minseok, who was now tearing up

“Listen Minnie bub, Y/n can come, and i’ll ask her for you today” Deep down, he knew that he was terrified to speak to his ex mistress, but it wasn't fear out of her saying no, it was the fear of her tearing into him and breaking his heart again, even though he had no reason to feel the way he did, but he had to do it for his son, he messed up a relationship with her, but he wasn’t going to mess up a relationship with a mother- like figure for his son

So being the loving father he was, he made his way over next door, slowly knocking on the door of the house who’s owner he became so accustomed with, the owner who’s arms he missed dearly

“Hey can we talk” Seungmin hadn’t expected Y/n to open the door, but when she did, he wasn’t surprised to find that she was trying to keep her one year old from crawling outside the door

“About” Seungmin winced, Y/n was a very vocal woman but the way she was icing him out didn’t feel good, not one bit “Minseok wants to know if you’ll be at his birthday?”

Y/n didn’t answer him, staring at him with steely eyes and a sigh, bending down to pick up the one year old who was screaming about wanting to be let outside “I love Minseok, he’s my baby, of course i’ll be there is that all?”

In his shock be began stuttering, not being able to speak which left Y/n slamming the door in his face, ending the conversation herself, and then Seungmin began to let it sink in

He really lost Y/n over protecting the woman who didn’t even care to remember the things he told him, and the more he thought about it, the more that he realized he broke up with the wrong woman

…

“Nari we need to talk” The woman was sleeping, not wanting to engage with anyone but the master bed and while Seungmin understood it, he didn’t see why she was always angry if she was sleeping and didn’t have to take care of his children when the neighbor was taking care of that aspect

“You see me sleeping, fuck we need to talk about” Nari sighed, sitting up in the bed, glaring at her husband who had a matching look

“I want divorce” Nari’s eyes widened as she questioned Seungmin as to what could change his mind, to which he shrugged, telling her to sign the papers or else

“You’ve been married three times and your divorcing the same amount, that means you’re the issue and if you can’t realize that then i’m sorry for your next wife” Seungmin didn’t want to let her know that her words affected her but they did and it was clear

“Oh my god there’s someone else isn’t it? What she wants to leave me? You’ll never make her happy, you don’t even know how to make a woman happy, cause if you did, your marriages would last longer than four years Kim”

The woman stormed over and grabbed the documents from the bewildered man who stood there staring at his soon to be ex wife with such contempt in his eyes that Nari couldn’t help but laugh at how pathetic it all was

“You’re never going to love someone properly, you’ll end up alone” Seungmin scoffed saying that he was fine and he would have their kids to which she wagged his finger in dismissal

“You cheat on me and think you’re going to keep my kids I gave birth to? In no way in hell am I going to let you keep anything that came out of me, your new bitch isn’t going to raise my kids Seungmin, I won’t allow it”

Seungmin scoffed before starting up again “You don’t even interact with the kids, they won’t be happy with you and you know it” The woman shrugged, smirking before grabbing the pen from Seungmin’s work blazer

“Oh I do know it, but I know that you’ll be miserable without them, so it’s a lose-lose-lose situation for all of us” Seungmin was seething, he could see her being mad at him, but their kids did nothing to deserve this

“The kids don’t deserve this Nari, don’t do this to them please” Seungmin was sweating but Nari didn’t care, instead she laughed “You didn’t care about them when you were cheating on their mother now did you?” With a final look, she signed the papers, eyeing Seungmin up with ferocity

Nari chuckled, shaking her head as she got out of bed to grab the documents from the dresser, letting the oh so important papers dangle from her manicured hands much to Seungmin’s dismay but he wasn’t going to act out in a way that could grant her full custody

“Where are you going?” The woman smirked as she looked over her shoulder “Wouldn’t you want to know? But alas since i’m such a lovely person, i’ll tell you, i’m going to get a lawyer, you’re probably lawyered up with one of the best ones in the world since you work with them, but i’m smarter than you think Seungmin”

The woman finished putting her shoes on, humming as she walked over to her soon to be ex husband before pressing a menacing kiss below his ear, the place that soon became his favorite spot becasue of his mistress, the woman right across the street from his soon to be broken family

“May the best Kim win, i’ll make you regret leaving me Seungmin”

day four ;; hwang hyunjin

being the drama llama he is, hyunjin was willing to go over the top romantic for you when the time was right.

and then, the lovely month came for you to celebrate your identity, and hyune was all for it. giving you kisses and reassuring head pets through the day, giving you one of the best date days of your life, even though it was only the first day of june.

but, he was so so happy to see you so happy, getting prizes from machines or him buying you little plushies and pins and whatnot to decorate your bags, making you feel comfortable in your identity.

he’d even tried helping you with your makeup that morning, ever the romantic, and even planned out a nice night of dancing around in the living room and watching your favorite movie cuddling on the couch.

he loved dancing with you, especially watching you dance. and so, when you got home, he asked if you guys could dance together, and as always you’d told him ‘yes of course jinnie!’

and so, he decided instead of a nice romantic and slow song to start the evening, he played the ‘Bisexual Anthem’ by Domo Wilson. he knew this was one of your favorite pride songs, and you felt a absolutely no shame dancing to it, running your hands along your body, shaking your ass and just feeling yourself to the lyrics.

needless to say, it did rile hyunjin up a bit, but this wasn’t about him. he had other plans for the night, and as long as you enjoyed yourself and felt comfortable in yourself with him? he couldn’t complain.

and he certainly didn’t when it led to his own hips meeting yours in his own little passionate dance later that night.

;;-;;

UGHHH omg I know this was short but holy SHIT I loved writing it. for literally no reason at all

anywho hope you enjoyed day four!

stay safe loves <3

- alice <3

😕I don’t know how much I’ll be able to help with the panic attacks, sorry, but getting a chair would definitely help. And if you want, or if you can, there are medications for panic attacks that help quite a bit, I have really bad anxiety so I have some🙂, and I’m pretty sure you can go to the doctor and they’ll either prescribe something or send you to someone who can! There are also fidget toys that I have to help lessen my anxiety if you think something like that might help? I hope this helps, even just a little☺️

Hey! I actually used to get SUPER dizzy all the time, both in the and out of the shower. I’ve had to see a lot of doctors over the years and finally figured out I have something called POTS. I’m not sure you have it but, of course, drink lots of water, especially before a shower, eat protein, and make sure you add salt to your diet(if you can). You also might want to get a stool or something for your shower. I hope this helps!☺️

i have anxiety when it comes to showering/anything where i have to close my eyes so i'm thinking i might actually just like....be having a panic attack each time? but my mom said i should get a chair especially since my legs don't work as much as they used to :(

Chan’s recent insta post is so boyfriend/husband coded I can’t :(

Imagine him taking you out for dinner and you take your child with you and chan holds the baby secure to his chest while admiring you with heart eyes… brb gonna cry please hand me some tissues cuz the thought of how gentle chan would be is making me melt like how carefully he would hold his baby and shush them every time his child’s shows the slightest bit of discomfort….

Oh god please, I just woke up to see those and now THIS?! Be still my beating heart 😩

"Chris, you don't have to hold her, you know - the high chair is fine."

"I know, I know, but I want to."

Looking up at him over the edge of the menu, you can't help the way your heart flutters when he bounces your daughter against his chest; his eyes soft and warm as they gaze at her soft features.

'The perfect mix of me and you' - he'd always say.

"I hope you keep that same energy when we get our food, I don't think she'll appreciate being passed off for some steak."

The teasing joke was met with a series of disgruntled coos from the baby in his arms; tiny hands doing a number on the drool stained collar of his jacket.

Chris bounced her lightly, lips pouted as he cooed back, "No, no, no, I would never do that! Daddy thinks you're worth more than all the steaks in the world!"

After putting in your orders, you found yourselves melting into conversation about anything and everything that came to mind, slowly forgetting about the world around you.

"You should've seen the look on Hannah's face when-" Snapping out of your heated retelling, you were suddenly highly aware of the way he was gazing at you; head slightly tilted, lips curved into a soft smile, and eyes filled with so much adoration you swore your heart skipped several beats. "Chris, baby."

He hummed, his position resolute even with a wiggly baby in his clutches - a bashful heat of embarrassment washed over you.

"You're staring at me!"

"I love you."

Those three words fell from his lips effortlessly, he was in awe with you, in love with you and the life you created - the life you're building with him. His little family doing something so simple as getting dinner suddenly turning into one of the many nights he would never forget.

Your lips curved into a smile, a soft chuckle bubbling up at his sentimentality, "I love you, too."

Your daughter made a babbling sound, wiggling around before unceremoniously opening her mouth and mushing her face against Chris' cheek; slathering the skin with copious amounts of baby spit.

The sound he made was a cross between a yelp and disgruntled laughter, "Okay! I love you, too, baby girl, thank you for the kisses." He tried to crane his face away as best he could, but she simply followed with high pitched squeals.

Doing your best to not burst into laughter, you took that as your sign to get her dinner from the diaper bag hanging on the back of your chair. "She's hungry, but if you wanna say those are kisses, be my guest."

"Ah, she definitely gets that from you." He grinned, managing to save himself from the face suckling long enough to take the bottle you held out.

Your eyes narrowed playfully, "Weren't you just saying how much you loved me and how you appreciated me being your wife and the mother of our daughter?"

"I mean- I didn't get to the second part yet!"

"Well you should."

Chuckling lightly, he made sure your daughter had a proper hold on her bottle before looking up at you with loving eyes, "I love you, not only for being my wife and the mother of our daughter, but for being you - for being all I could have dreamed for and so much more."

Your heart swelled, words befalling you as you watched him go back to watching his daughter with the same look he gave to you; infatuation, adoration, love.

Shaking your head softly, you watched the scene before you as the scent of your food drew near.

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And They Were Roommates

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Liquor Lips

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Ngl this is kinda sweet, you know and sad but still

Before it All Fell Apart

Chishiya x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Prologue to Smile with Teeth. Basically, everything that happened before Chishiya or his fiancé went into the Borderlands. Chishiya’s loss of virginity, the proposal, the actually sending into Borderlands. All in this one shot… it’s - it’s a lot.

Warnings: Insecurities, Smut, Oral (m), Fingering, Loss of virginity (m), Vaginal sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), Fluff, Proposals, Angst, Mentions of death.

Tags: @starjane312 @dream-escaper

Rating: 18+

Notes: It’s not that important for you to read the story Smile With Teeth, but it could give you some backstory and it will make the title to this one shot understandable. Anytime you see (~~~) it’s a time skip.

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The one time you’re okay with no bright smiles is when they are locked with yours. When lips collide, and you can taste the one you love. Kisses of satisfaction and longing, even though the longing did not stretch for very long.

You especially love the kisses you’re currently getting. The way Chishiya is pushing you into the mattress and kissing you fiercely. The type of kiss that fills your stomach with butterflies and sends bolts of electricity throughout your body. You’ve gotten these types of kisses before, but it’s always different coming from Chishiya… because it means something.

Your not just kissing each other because you can. You’re doing it because you want to lick up the taste. Lick up the love you get from one another. The love you both endorse within each other. You are not just caressing each other because it’s available, but because you want to feel all the spots you haven’t explored before. The spots Chishiya has never touched anyone before.

Chishiya pulls away from your lips, leaving a wire of saline between you two. He looks down at you with eyes filled with love and lust but also nervous chills running down his spine. His hair is a mess, and you can only predict you look the same.

This heated make-out session started in your living room and ended with you both in your room on your bed. Chishiya carried you each step of the way and did not detach his lips from yours until now.

You never pressured, or even asked, when you both would take this next step in your relationship. Both of you always wanted to, but Chishiya’s inexperience held him back from taking you the way he wanted to here especially when compared to your long line of experience. 

Here to the bedroom, with you underneath him. His chest is bare, and your shirt is thrown to the side. Leaving you in your bra and shorts.

Chishiya glances down at your body and gulps. Nerves taking over with each second passing and hating it. He hated that he had these nerves with you of all people and hated his incapability to like any person besides you. If he liked people, he wouldn’t be worrying about anything right now. He hates that he’s a fucking virgin… and you’re not. Not because of jealousy - he got over that a while ago - but because he is one, and he has these stupid worries. Worries about pleasing you, what to do now that your shirt is off, and the next step into the first intimacies together.

You cup Chishiya’s cheek with your hand and smile up at him, hoping he’ll copy you back. He does, but not quite one with teeth. You knew he would be nervous; no matter how much he wants people to believe he’s not scared of anything, you know the truth. He has worries, weaknesses, and dreams. And, they all pertain to you, and they’re all out of love. Sweet, endless, pure love.

“You okay, Chishiya?”

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