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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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This is my second ever ask in my 10 years of having Tumblr so please let me know if I’m saying this wrong or if this is rude 😅 but please could you do a felix or chan incredibly insanely darkly jealous a lot of breeding kink and rutting and c8ck dumb reader 😮‍💨😅😅 pretty please

“UNDER THE INFLUENCE” L. F.

Awe well I am honored to be your second ask here on tumble. I think I'll take Felix on this one...give him a bit more love in my post stream..

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Today was not supposed to end like this. You had no intention of being in a room alone with him -especially while you both were ‘working’- but here you are. Trembling and writhing as Felix had his fill of you.

It was a miracle that your makeup wasn’t smudged; thankfully, your hair wasn’t too messed up from its original wet and wavy look. No matter how many times Felix ran his fingers through it or if you pressed your head against the thin walls as shrouds of ecstasy hit you, it stayed modestly neat.

One less giveaway of what the two of you were getting up to in his dressing room.

“Felix…F-Felix th-that’s enough….Ahm!” You groan as quietly as possible, trying hard to not let anyone outside the room hear how amazing it feels to have your cunt devoured like there was no tomorrow. The blonde completely ignored your demand, swirling his tongue in quicker circles around your clit before delving into your dripping entrance.

He’d been at it for the past ten minutes at least, never letting you pull your hips away from his oddly rough grip, keeping your legs wide open as you sat on the -previously organized- makeup vanity. You felt terrible about doing such inappropriate things with a man you swore you’d never met all day.

All fucking day.

You’d refused to admit that Felix was your significant other to make the photo shoot between you and a male model less awkward. A small sacrifice you were both used to driving to keep your relationship concealed and stable, but for one reason or another, Felix felt a simmering rage when he heard you deny your ties to them.

He hated it so much that he’d been less approachable and friendly for the better part of the day.

The staff noticed Felix’s change, whispering about how on edge he was on and off camera-cordial to everyone like always- but noticeably annoyed. You’d seen it too, very concerned he wasn’t feeling well and convinced just checking on him during the staff hour-long lunch break wouldn’t do any harm to anyone.

Everyone except you.

Felix was not above taking his growing frustrations out on you. The instant you shut his dressing room door, he’d covered you, hands preemptively inching the bodice of your silk skirt to touch your bare skin underneath as he placed one fiery kiss on your lips after another. “Stop letting him touch what’s mine, angel,” he whispers into your parted lips, drinking in the immediate whimpers you let out in return.

“You can’t be serious, Lix. More than half of the shoot requires us to “

He rolled his eyes, smirking in disbelief at your attempt to reason with him, “Does it look like I fucking care. Either keep his hands off you, or I’ll ensure it myself.” The rare sight of anger adorned Felix’s gentle features, voice a rumbling whisper, and the combination propelled you into subspace within seconds. He was never this openly possessive. He’d pout or sulk if you didn’t give him attention occasionally, but this…

This was new.

It made you nervous under his gaze, rendering you speechless as he hugged you close, lips reconnecting to your own in another sequence of tender kisses as he walked you backward into the vanity. Your exposed back hit the mirror with a soft ‘thud’ and you flinched away from it. Felix brought you close to him, letting his warmth resolve your shivering and trailing his hands over the intricate details of your artistic bralette.

You pulled away, smiling proudly as Felix took a moment to admire your decorated breasts, eyes darkening with desire as you leaned back with a knowing smile on your face. “Like what you see, Liz?” You tease him, giggling softly as you turn your head to look at him through the reflection. He nods slowly, tongue poking one of his cheeks as he snakes an arm around your waist, closing the tiny gap between you two and effectively spreading your legs to frame his waist.

“You know I do, angel. Always will…” he mutters adoringly, placing a trail of heated kisses along your neck, shoulder, and finally, the curve of your breasts. He groaned in displeasure as he realized the material was intricately clasped, making it a hassle to remove and one less place on your body for him to play with.

Felix solves the dilemma quickly, licking a long stripe over each one before nipping at your skin until barely visible bruises are raised on your skin. Your face burned hot, lust seeping to panic as he marked what he knew to be his, and though it felt amazing, you knew he was inching you both towards exposure.

“Lix, please don’t…they’ll see those…mm,” you bit back a moan as he made another affliction, purposefully making it noticeable. You flinched against him, hands flying to claw into his shoulders, “That’s enough…” you moaned into his ear. The demand lost its edge as it slipped off your tongue, concern becoming a blur as Felix tangled a hand in your hair, pulling it so you had no choice but to let him stain your skin with as many love bites as he pleased.

Your brows knitted together as each one became more intense than the last, the arm around your waist holding you flush against him, adding to the mind-numbing pleasure he was inducing.

You tried one last time to reason with him, stuck in thralls of heat and logical thinking, “Felix…th-“

He cut you off immediately, devoid of any sympathy for your plight, and his authoritative tone made that abundantly clear.

“I don’t care,” he retorts, and you whine in response, “..But I do.”

Felix laughed dryly, inwardly amused by your signature pout but unsympathetic with your reasoning. “You shouldn’t,” he replies softly, bringing his hands to caress your face. You stared up at him lovingly, leering into his touch as he pecked your lips, the subtle hums of approval thundering in his chest, building the pool of heat in your core.

“I know, Lix….” You murmur into the kiss, feeling his hands drop to your thighs, giving them light-handed squeezes. You subconsciously roll your hips to get his touch closer to your dripping cunt. He smiles against your lips, chuckling at your eagerness and immediately giving in to you.

“Desperate little angel, aren’t we?” He teased you, discreetly slipping the many rings off his fingers as you nodded your head and let out a breathless “mhm” in response. Felix shifted your silky skirt to the side, draping the fabric off of your legs as he cupped your mound with one hand. He bit his plush bottom lip as your hips bucked into his hold. A sheer thong was the only thing keeping your soaked folds away from him, and he remedied the obstacle by pulling it to the side.

“Fuck…” you hiss as the cool air hits your exposed cunt, slick going ice cold as Felix prodded to skilled fingers past your entrance. “It’s a miracle you don’t have cum running down your leg, love. It must be so hard walking around this wet for me, yeah?” His voice carried so much weight, doubling down on your own pleasure as he fingered you at the slowest pace possible.

You were at a loss for words, thoughts, or any coherent reaction as he curled his fingers forward to hit your sweet spot. Felix wanted a verbal answer, not just the satisfying gratification your moans brought him, “Need to hear you, angel..or I’ll stop.” You shake your head in displeasure, blushing heavily as you rush a reply, words slurring into excited whimpers.

“Y-yes…s-Ahm….fuck Lix…y-yes you’re right….”

“Good girl…” he whispers, pumping his fingers faster and pressing your clit with the pad of his thumb. You yelp quietly, whining curses as a familiar tightening ramped up in your stomach, and you clenched around his fingers as a result.

Felix groaned vicariously, smirking wildly before withdrawing his hand. “N-no! Lix, please!” You nearly shout in agony at the loss of fullness, ready to cry as he drops to his knees, faking a frown as he comes face to face with your glittering core. “You’re being awfully loud for someone who doesn’t want to get caught, love.” His warm breath fans the slick entrance as he speaks, putting you in a daze that intensifies when he flicks his tongue against you.

“Don’t care anymore…jus’ wanna cum,” you mewl as he focuses on the task at hand, finding the rhythm to taste you with his tongue perfectly and urging you to cum in his mouth with every deliberate action.

His blonde hair tickled your thighs, low moans sending vibrations through you in waves and heightening the toll your climax took on you.

Felix refused to stop until your cunt was all he’d be able to savor for the rest of the day. You nearly fell forward on him in a state of elated exhaustion as he stood back up and kissed you deeply. Your eyes slid shut as the creaminess of your release and his spit seeped down your throat, a wanton moan spilling from you both as his tongue danced with yours, and your hands traveled up to grip his hair.

“Careful…” he grunts, the sound giving way to an altered whine. You pull the blonde strands harder, lips connecting to his jawline and making your own mark on his tan skin. He reaches for his belt, glad his outfit wasn’t nearly as complicated as your own, and a sigh of relief comes out as a sharp exhale through his nose the moment his cock springs free.

You smile against his skin, eyes trailing down to get a view of it, “You’re such a hypocrite,” you taunt him. Amused to see how affected Felix was by the mere thought of another man laying his hands on you.

He groans, muttering a semblance of disagreeable words before shoving you back with gentle force. The conjoined feeling of the cold mirror hitting your heated skin and the instantaneous contact of his throbbing shaft gliding up and down your glittery folds has your back arching as ripples of pleasure course through you.

Felix drops his head to the crook of your neck, a few strands of his hair ghosting your skin as he places featherlight kisses. “Lix..” you mumble lowly, unable to think straight as he breathes in your scent, his hands grazing down your spine as he does.

“Promise me he won’t touch you again,” he whispers in your ear, his hips pausing, the tip of his cock inching into you ever so slightly. You whined loudly, head lulling back as your brows furrowed in frustration, one hand slipping from his tousled hair to clasp around his throat. Every breath he took raised his Adam’s apple, your thumb gingerly baring down the muscle as you shook your head slowly.

“I can’t..please don’t make me,” you plead for a compromise, but Felix disregards the refusal, pushing into your cunt inch by inch, torturing the both of you with the long-awaited security your fluttering walls would impose on him. “Yes, yes you can…you will. Promise me, sweetheart. Open your pretty mouth and swear to me that you’re all mine..” Felix shifted between pleading and demanding, eyes flickering from your expression of pure ecstasy as he sunk all the way into you to the space where you two connected.

A train of thought no longer existed for you as he pulled out slowly, slamming back so harshly that the vanity quivered from the subtle force. Your mouth fell open, eyes rolling in earnest bewilderment the rougher Felix got. “Fucking answer me…,” he groans, burying his cock in you, and refusing to move until you stuttered out a response.

Work be dammed. Telling some random guy to keep his hands to himself for the next few hours paled in comparison to your need to cum….and was honestly a task you’d do whether Felix was coercing it out of you or not.

So, as much as you cared for professionalism…it’d have to take a backseat to whatever emotion he was dragging you into now.

“I. I promise it won’t happen again…I promise, Lix…” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, past the point of modesty and clinging to Felix for dear life as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Your chest pressed into his, the intricate details on your bra chilling his burning skin and prompting him to hold you there with an arm snaking around your waist.

He fisted the sheer material of your skirt, almost ripping through it as he tugged it higher, nails digging into your skin possessively, and you winced in pain as he brought his lips to your ear again. “Hm, does it hurt, angel?” He asks, feigning concern, and the contrast of the sweet gesture amid brutality made your head spin endlessly. “Y-yes,” you huffed as a moan built in your throat, quickly slipping out as he shifted one of your legs up and around his lean waist. The adjusted angle drew a surprised cry from you, cunt gripping every ride and vein of his cock as he took advantage of the position. He was bruising your sweet spot with an intensity and speed you’d never experienced before.

Felix was generally endearingly romantic and rarely this aggressive with you. Seeing, well, witnessing this side of his character was an edge for you on its own.

You were surprised that you managed to hold out this long without cumming and even more taken aback by the steady stream of arousal pooling on the vanity beneath you. Felix noticed it too, cock twitching inside you as pride flooded his system, “You’re making such a mess, pretty girl… does it feel that good?” He grinned triumphantly when you nodded without hesitation, hips rolling to meet his thrusts at an even pace for as long as possible.

“Gorgeous, so…fucking gorgeous..” he praises your every reaction, running a hand down the expanse of your torso, stopping to press down where you could feel his cock the most. You blushed as the applied pressure emphasized exactly where Felix was inside you.

The coil in your core teetered on the verge of snapping, your hands disappearing underneath the hem of his designer dress shirt, and your manicured nails scratched into his toned torso. The simple action caused Felix to buck his hips and wrap his free hand in your hair as he brought you into an open-mouthed kiss. It was sloppy, void of any decency, as the both of you chased your high at the expense of the other.

You clawed at his skin, moaning louder as the knot in your stomach begged to loosen for the third time in a row. He stared into your dreamy gaze, reading the warning in them as he held your head close to his.

Felix wanted nothing more than to etch this very moment into your mind for the rest of the day -your life. The thought of you walking around, filled to the brim with his cum as you posed for one picture after the next plagued his conscious, and undid the last link of reason for him.

“Fuck this,” he snapped, brows furrowing with determination as he pulled out of you, and slid you off the vanity to bend you forward on it instead. Thankfully, you caught yourself in time, too dazed to stop him from kicking your legs apart, and reentering you from behind. “Felix…” you groan exasperatedly, shuddering as his cock stretched your cunt with ease, causing a thin drip arousal to slide down your inner thighs.

The blonde leaned over you, a hand resting on the curve of your back as he returned to his pace from earlier. Sweat starts to build on his tan skin, a concentrated expression adorning his angelic features as he pounded into you.

Blank.

Your mind was entirely blank the longer he bullied his cock against your sensitive womb and the tension mounting in your body multiples exponentially as he lowered himself to speak in your ear lowly.

“This is where you belong, angel. Just like this, with me, an no one else understand?”

You nodded weakly, fighting back tears as the urge to cum from the sound of his voice tempted you.

It’d only take one more possessive word from him -paired with that salacious smile on his face- to unravel you. Felix was at his end, too, eyes sliding close as the precision of his thirst became a tenuous blur.

“You think he’d use you this well, love?” He slurs the question, unintentionally pulling your hair as he snaps his hips harder. “No…”you sigh deliriously, reaching a hand to run through his hair and bring him in for a heated kiss, while the other latched against the mirror to hold you steady under his weight as the knot in your core spiraled loose.

“That’s it….angel, fuck, you feel so good…” Felix doesn’t even try to be discreet, zoned in on the way your cunt gushes on his cock, greedily taking the hot ropes of cum he releases. Oxygen alludes to you for a few seconds, an overbearing heat rushing through you and your body quivering in the aftershock.

You looked divine. Unreal even. That pleased smile on your lips as you giggled shamelessly only added to the glow you emitted in your shared highs.

“He won’t touch me again, Lix..” you panted softly, smiling more expansive as you clung to him tiredly and laid your head on his shoulder.

He understood then. Why he’d felt so stricken with jealousy over you the whole day. Yes, he loved you, but the underlying notion that no one else knew it angered him.

What good would it do him not to try and claim you, at least? If fucking you into the bliss of oblivion was what needed to be done….he could make that sacrifice.

Felix kissed the top of your head, grinning as you whined defeatedly as he shifted his hips to settle his cock further into you, “See, that wasn’t so hard to agree to, now was it, love?”

You pout, raising your head to glare at him playfully, “No….but now the stylists will have to cover me in two layers of foundation!”

Felix raised a brow, gently rolling his hips into again, and you melted underneath him at the overstimulation. “Who said we were done, angel?” He asks, smiling at your fucked out reflection shifting to a look of desperation. You opened your mouth to say something but the words died in your throat, replaced by a broken moan as he gradually pumped his length past your tender walls, spreading his cum over them, and edging you both to another round.

This was not how your day was supposed to go, but there was no fight left in you, and certainly not enough left to refuse being stuffed full with Felix’s cum for the next thirty minutes.

Felix chuckled at the sight of you accepting your fate, subconsciously rocking your hips back to meet his, and welcoming the oncoming warmth of his accumulating releases.

Maybe making him jealous could be your new favorite hobby….

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This one was fun. I'm kind of proud of how it came out too....my editing is getting better hehe.

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"Good Luck, Babe." - Angst! [Hyung Line SKZ]

Notes : Part 2 to the "Are You Serious...?" mini-series where SKZ are walking red flags. Here is your comfort-not-comfort, because sometimes there are no happy endings and they don't redeem themselves.

Warnings : Angst with no comfort, Breakups, Unhappy endings sorry not sorry. This is also rushed and I'm very tired but people wanted it so bad so here it is. <3

"Are You Serious...?" Hyung Line Here

BangChan - Brushing off/Having the wrong priorities -> You leave when he isn't home.

It was two forty-three in the morning when he had texted you that he was leaving the studio, walking with his head down and eyeing his phone to see the little 'Read' message pop up. When it didn't come through after a few moments, he tucked his phone away with a soft sigh and continued on.

It was two fifty-eight when he texted you asking if you wanted anything from the convenience store. Again, no reply or read receipt, so he assumed you had fallen asleep and simply wouldn't reply. You were probably curled up in the sheets, hair messy and face puffy with slumber. The thought made him smile as he paid for his water.

It was five after three when he stepped into your apartment and locked the door behind him.

It was three thirteen when he stepped into the bedroom after washing his face, stopping in the doorway. Your nightstand was cleaned off and you weren't in the bed.

It was three fifteen when he picked up the sheet of white on your side of the bed to read over the scribbled and frantic handwriting, tear stains littering the paper.

'Don't bother falling in love again until you can get your priorities straight.'

It was three twenty-five when he messaged you once more, asking why you had decided to up and leave so suddenly.

And it was three twenty-five when the blocked receipt popped up on his screen.

Lee Know - Keeping secrets / Prioritizing Privacy within himself -> You remove yourself from the relationship while he is on tour.

If he didn't have the audacity (or BALLS.) to tell you he was going on a six month tour until the day before he left, he didn't deserve to know you were leaving the relationship at all.

You'd packed your bags full of your belongings, leaving gifts Minho had given you on your shared bed and leaving everything practically spotless The drawers were empty, the bed made and folded so neatly - the living room cleaned, carpet vacuumed, kitchen spotless and ready to be filled with cooking and shared laughter as hugs and kisses were exchanged.

The door fell shut softly behind you, the sound of your suitcase rolling down the hallway quietly echoing in the apartment before you grew too far away for it to recognize the sound any further.

Minho stepped into the apartment three months later, unlocking the door and letting it fall shut behind him. He stared into the emptiness that was his apartment, eyes dragging to your key sitting on the bare countertop. He breathes out slowly, pulling his mask down beneath his chin and letting his eyes wander over the quietness of the home.

He couldn't be upset. He knew he set himself up for this in the long run.

Even then, he couldn't stop himself from softly calling out your name - only to be met with no reply as he dreaded.

Changbin - Not knowing the difference between being rude and being blunt -> You finally snap on him.

"Shut up! Just shut -- up!" You finally yell, bringing your hands down hard on the counter in front of you.

Your boyfriend stares over at you in surprise at your outburst. "What is your problem?" He huffs out, blinking a few times just to clear the shock from his face. "Don't start throwing a tantrum."

"This isn't a fucking tantrum, Changbin! This is me telling you to shut your mouth for once! I don't need this-- berating that you constantly give me. You don't know when to just shut up and it drives me crazy sometimes...! You tell me 'this doesn't look good,' or 'You talk too much,' or 'You're too loud.'"

"You ask me if you're too loud or if something looks good. Do you want me to lie to you?" His eyes narrow as if he's so obviously right that you are wrong.

You scoff, tears clinging to your lashes. "I ask you sometimes and yes, I do appreciate your honesty, but I don't always need your opinion, Changbin! It's like you -- use my appreciation of your honesty to just voice your negativity towards me now. You just say shit just to say it."

His lips part as if he wants to defend himself, but you cut him off by rounding the corner and beelining for your shared bedroom.

"If you can't learn to shut your fucking mouth, Bin, I don't know if we can keep this relationship up for much longer."

His eyes widen in surprise and he sinks where he stands, hand twitching on the countertop as if wanting to reach out to your retreating form. Had he messed up that badly all this time?

Hyunjin - Being too cocky / Making you feel inferior -> You grow fed up with it and decide to break it off.

"What was that?" He snaps all too quickly, resting one hand on the door of the bathroom so no one else would enter. Even though there were.. multiple stalls.

"I was talking to someone, Hyunjin. It's called socializing. And surprise! Isn't it crazy someone is talking to me tonight?"

"Hongjoong? Talking to you..? He doesn't even know who you are -- Why would he?" His eyes narrow, offended already that you seem to insinuate something regarding him. "What are you trying to get at?"

You scoff, eyes rolling dramatically. A habit you'd picked up from him, unfortunately. "You never talk to me at afterparties because you're too busy being social with the other idols. I get that you should talk to them for press and to look good and whatever but Yeji isn't your girlfriend, Hyunjin - I am! You don't need to stand there all night ogling her and being smooth..!"

"At least if she were my girlfriend, my girlfriend would look fucking good for once."

Your jaw pops open as you stare up at him, fists clenching at your sides. You'd done your absolute best to dress as nice as possible tonight - granted yes, your makeup was smoked out and your hair was a bit messy from dancing but you'd been trying to enjoy yourself while your boyfriend stood at the bar talking to --

You feel a huff of air leave your throat before you pull open the door, ripping it out from under his hand where he leaned. He fumbled, glaring down at your retreating form. "Where are you going?"

"Back to Hongjoong." You reply, never bothering to turn around.

"Why? I'm talking to you now, isn't that what you wanted? My attention?" He moves to follow, stopping in the doorway when you do turn to glare up at him.

You seethe. "Quit worrying about why I'm talking to him, Hyunjin. Maybe you should worry yourself with wondering why you just lost your girlfriend instead."

He blinks, ears red with anger. "I don't want you talking to him--!"

"And I don't give a fuck, because you're not my boyfriend anymore!" You step back, lifting a hand to flip him the bird as you disappear into the crowd once more in search for the captain of Ateez. "Call me never, babe!"

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Galanthus Girl

Genre: schoolboy!Chan, fluff

Warnings: none

Request: no

Character: Chan

Word Count: 1.5k

"Hi."

Y/N looks up in mild surprise; her fellow classmate's cheerful smile looks down at her, and if she's not mistaken, his cheeks seem flushed.

Must be the cold.

"Hi," she replies simply. She's not sure what else to say - she doesn't think she's ever spoken to him properly. He always seems so busy with his crowd of friends … and honestly, she finds them all a little intimidating.

Of course, that hasn't stopped her from falling head over heels for him.

"What are you doing?" Chan asks before crouching down beside her. His shoulder brushes her arm and she jumps, almost losing balance from her crouch.

"Taking pictures of the snowdrops," she says, pointing to a little cluster of mint green hidden beneath a thin layer of sparkling frost.

Chan leans closer, his gaze following her direction. His eyes soften when he sees the new blooms. "Did you know the Greek name for Snowdrops is Galanthus? It means milk flower."

Y/N looks at him in surprise. "You know Greek?"

"A little bit," Chan chuckles softly. "Did I impress you?"

Y/N nods. "You did."

"Good," Chan says. "That's what I'm trying to do."

Caught off guard, Y/N fully loses balance and lands backwards on her backside. The concrete is cold below her and she shivers, immediately scrambling to her knees.

"Are you okay?" Chan smiles; he reaches out and gently helps her back into her previous position, his hand warm at the small of her back. "Be careful … the ground is like ice at the moment."

He looks around, and spotting a rogue snowdrop away from the other flowers, Chan points towards it. "That flower is lonely."

"Poor thing," Y/N laughs softly. She doesn't expect him to do anything about it, so when he reaches out and gently plucks it from the frozen grass, she blinks at him in surprise.

The tips of his fingers grow red with cold as he carefully brushes the frost off of the petals, and after making sure there's no creepy crawlies hiding in the middle of it, Chan leans towards Y/N. He nestles the stem through her hair, tucking the flower into the small gap between her bobble hat and her ear.

Y/N is so surprised that she stares at him as her mouth slowly drops open. Her cold nose flushes further as Chan sits back again, observing his work with a satisfied smile.

"Now it has company," he says, rubbing the nape of his neck. "The flower met another flower."

Suddenly realising what he said, Chan's eyes widen and he covers his face with his hands. He screams through his fingers before hurriedly getting up to his feet, embarrassment flooding through his body.

"That was so cheesy," he says, rubbing his face. "I'm so sorry."

Then he runs away, muttering under his breath about going too far.

Staring after him in bewilderment, Y/N inhales slowly. She has no idea what just happened in the past five minutes, and thinking she was hallucinating, she reaches her hand to touch her hair.

The flower is still there and she exhales shakily. The boy has left behind a small mud stain on the concrete beside her from his trainers, and a faint cloud of sweet, boyish cologne. She shuts her eyes, wishing she could capture this moment in a single picture.

But after taking a shy selfie documenting the snowdrop in her hair, she realises there's no way she'll be able to truly capture this memory. The picture doesn't portray the cold temperature, nor does it show how fast her heart is beating under her padded coat. It also doesn't hold the scent of Chan's cologne that now seems to linger amongst the flower and her coat from where his hand rested against her back.

She swallows and slips her phone away into her pocket. She had begun to think this field trip was a complete waste of time; tracking up the biggest hill in their city only to come to a mud encased field seemed more underwhelming than she had thought.

But now she wonders if perhaps the stumbling boy with his flower has completely redeemed the trip for her.

Brushing her coat down, Y/N stands up and sets down the path again. She soon finds Chan pacing around like an old man near an equally old looking tree. He rubs his red hands for warmth, and Y/N only just realises he's not wearing a jacket; in fact, he's not even wearing a jumper, just a very thin looking t-shirt.

"Aren't you cold?" Y/N asks him.

Chan jumps as she approaches. His eyes melt when he notices she hasn't removed the flower, and his heart grows warm as he offers her what he hopes is a casual grin.

"Of course not," he says cheerfully. His words cause white clouds to emit from his mouth, which he bats away with a hand. "I'm okay."

Raising an eyebrow, Y/N reaches out and touches his hand with her fingers; his eyes widen at the contact, just as hers widen at how icy his skin feels.

Without hesitation, Y/N unzips her huge coat. She then pulls it off of her and walks towards a baffled looking Chan, before draping it around his shoulders.

"Here," she says, motioning for him to slip his arms in the sleeves. "I always buy oversized clothes so this should fit you."

"Hey, wait, no," Chan shrugs it off and tries to put it back on the girl, but she retaliates by quickly wrapping it back around him, mischievously zipping it all the way up with his arms stuck inside.

"You look like a burrito," Y/N giggles as Chan's eyes fall shut, a smile spreading across his face. "You can't get out now."

His hands fluttering out beneath the padding, Chan sighs. "But now you're cold."

Y/N shakes her head. She points to her huge hoodie. "I have three layers under this. I'm fine. You, on the other hand … why didn't you bring a jacket?"

Chan waddles closer to her as he smiles sheepishly. "I left it on the bus. And the bus went before I could get it."

Then he looks down. "Can you free my arms please?"

Giggling, Y/N nods. She unzips the coat and holds the sides open so Chan can slip his arms into the sleeves. He shivers with delight, nuzzling his nose down into the coat as Y/N zips it back up for him.

"You're so lucky we have the same bus on the way back," Y/N says. "Otherwise you'd have lost that coat for good."

"I know," Chan chuckles. "Stupid me, right?"

Then he playfully whacks Y/N on the arm with his sleeve. "Shouldn't the guy be the one to give the girl his jacket?"

Y/N smiles at that. "Sure. But one problem … you don't have one."

"I'll make sure I have a jacket next time then," Chan giggles, his cheeks flushing red all over again.

Y/N bites her lip. She resists the urge to throw herself at him and hug the life out of him.

"Hey Y/N?" Chan asks suddenly.

"Hmm?"

The boy looks down at his shoes. "Do you … um … maybe want to go on a date? Some time?"

Y/N stares. Whatever she was expecting him to say, it wasn't that.

All her words fly away at that moment, and she continues to stare at him blankly.

"It's okay if you don't want to … " Chan says, growing quiet. He laughs nervously. "I know I'm … pretty weird."

"No," Y/N shakes her head adamantly. "I … I'd love to go on a date with you."

Chan's eyebrows shoot up into his hair. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Y/N suddenly grins, and she covers her face with her hands. "I've had a crush on you for ages."

Chan's eyebrows seem to completely disappear as he stares at the girl in shock. "Are you joking?"

"No," Y/N says.

Chan suddenly groans. "Why didn't you ever say anything? I didn't think you liked me … you never speak to me."

"Because your friends scare me," Y/N whines. "And I didn't think you'd want me to talk to you … you're so popular. And I'm not."

Exhaling slowly, Chan steps closer to her. He shakes his head slightly before reaching out and closing his now warm fingers around hers. He laces his fingers through hers, holding her hand securely in his soft grip.

"You're so silly," Chan whispers, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he squeezes her hand. "I've liked you for ages. And my friends are the ones who always tell me to come talk to you … but I get shy."

Y/N looks down at their entwined hands. She can't help the huge smile spreading across her face. Her eyes sparkle and crinkle as she looks up at him.

"Looks like we're both silly then," she says.

Chan chuckles and nods. "Make sure you don't wear a jacket the next time I see you, okay?"

"Why?"

"So I can give you mine," Chan laughs, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "I'm so embarrassed right now you have no idea."

Y/N doesn't know what else to say; instead she leans closer to him, and softly kisses his cheek.

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midnight mistakes.

summary: in which you accidentally delete something on chan’s laptop and he does not take it well.

genre: ANGST

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your favorite part of the week was sunday evening. your boyfriend was going to pick up dinner, you had just gotten out of the shower freshly waxed and washed, and now you were lounging around in chan’s hoodie on the living room searching for something for you to watch while you waited for chan to come home.

you mindlessly scrolled through netflix in a daze until you heard your phone ping. you grabbed it off of the coffee table and immediately, your heart sank. it was a notification informing you your final paper was due at 9 p.m.—10 minutes from now. you knew you definitely finished it, but you must've forgotten to turn it in. you sprung off of the couch and ran into your bedroom, rummaging through your backpack to find your laptop. you found it easily—turning it on, however? the ancient relic you called a laptop was definitely dead, and you didn’t have the time to wait around, especially since you still had to make edits before turning it in. you groaned in frustration, chucking the laptop back into your bag before shooting up and making a bee line for chan’s laptop. surely your angel of a boyfriend would understand, right?

chan’s laptop whirred and turned on in no time. you quickly typed in his password and held your breath as it unlocked. you ignored the tabs chan had open and immediately went to work, logging in and editing at lightning speed. your fingers cramped and hurt but you paid it no mind, continuing to rapidly proofread your work before finally turning it, just a minute before time was over. you were proud of yourself, patting yourself on the back for being able to make a deadline with only a ten-minute notice.

breathing out and stretching your back, you groaned and crossed out the window, only realizing after the fact that you had closed the tabs chan had had opened. you gulped nervously, hoping you didn't close anything important. chan wasn't the type to leave anything unsaved open anyways. you convince yourself to feel secure in the excuse, ignoring your anxiety and wandering back to the living room couch. you resumed your mindless netflix scrolling, settling on a show chan had recommended you caught up on so you could watch it together. you turned the show on and got comfy, knowing you had hours of binging ahead of you until chan got home.

but before that, you found yourself knocked out on the sofa some time between the third and fourth episode you managed to watch. you yawned, being woken up abruptly by the beeping sound of someone entering the door code. you lazily pushed the hair out of your face and got up to meet your boyfriend at the door.

he smiled tiredly as you appeared in front of him, opening his arms to invite you to a warm hug. you stumbled into him immediately, breathing in and relaxing against him. he pulled you in to his embrace tightly, humming contently before kissing the top of your head.

"were you sleeping, baby? it's only 11, though?" he mumbled into the hug.

"not a fan of that show you wanted to watch together," you yawned, making him laugh, "why are you home so early, though? wasn't expecting you for another couple hours." you questioned, rubbing your eyes and pulling away from him to look him in the eyes.

"I have some work to do at home," he said, "and I missed you, obviously." he chuckled sheepishly as he hung his jacket up on the coat hanger. "oh, do you know where my laptop is? I'm gonna need that."

"bedroom. I-I used it by the way, mine was dead, hope you don't mind." you chuckled nervously. you hated using things without asking first, and especially with things that were as important to the owner like chan's laptop was to him. and the way his face grew impossibly paler at your mention of using his laptop only made you even more anxious.

"n-no of course I don't, but you didn't close any of my tabs...right? you couldn't have, right?" he questioned hopefully, rushing to the bedroom with you hot on his trail. you felt like screaming, crying---anything that would lessen the pit of guilt growing in your chest. your breath was shaky as you stayed quiet.

"chan, I'm so sorry. It was an honest mistake, I swear." you whispered, feeling small and useless. even if it was an honest mistake, you knew it was a big one by the look of sheer panic and devastation rippling across chan's face.

"no no no no, y/n, no! this is due in a week, I spent months on those tracks! so many sleepless nights, and for what? I don't even have anything to show for it!" he yelled in frustration, discarding his laptop by tossing it onto the bed and away from him so he wouldn't break the thing.

"I'm so so sorry." you squeaked, not knowing what else to say. tears welled in your eyes and you flinched as chan groaned angrily and dropped his face into his hands.

"just leave please. I can't look at you right now." he said solemnly.

"w-what?"

"get. out." he gritted his teeth and squeezed his fists before releasing his breath.

"chris, it's so late, where do you expect me to go?" you asked meekly, suddenly feeling incredibly small in the face of his anger.

"y/n, please. I already have so much more on my plate now thanks to you, and you being here is only reminding me of how we got to this point and it's pissing me off more. so please," he turned to face you and spat with a pained look in his eyes, "leave. now." he rubbed his face and turned his back to you.

"I understand you're angry and need space. but if you're really telling me to leave our apartment this late at night just because you're angry," you gulped and took a deep breath to prepare your own heart for the next words you were about to say, "don't expect me to come back." your voice cracked. you waited for chan to turn around and stop you, but he only turned to his side to grab the headphones sitting on the desk next to him. it felt like he'd just abandoned you in that moment, leaving you with no choice but to keep your word.

you didn't think twice, turning to leave, not even bothering to grab your things or even a jacket, running out of your apartment building before finally letting yourself cry. the fresh spring rain came down sprinkling around you, making you shiver and leaving your skin uncomfortably sticky and wet. you walked quickly to the only place you knew you could go right now as midnight approached, not once turning back to see if chan had followed you out, knowing in your heart that when he sat down to work, nothing could distract him. not even his girlfriend---his partner and best friend---walking out on him.

pt. 2 coming soon!