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PROLOGUE having a duo stage with one of your rival idols was definitely not the best idea, but how did his lips end up on yours?

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bangchan x fem reader enemies to ??? angst suggestive idols au 𝟲𝟴𝟰 making out tension use of profanity ｡｡

Seeing the man you loathe next to you while getting ready to go on stage was not a good mix. His typical, arrogant smirk that appeared as soon as he spotted you glaring made an overwhelming amount of anger flow through your body. All you wanted to do was slap his fucking gorgeous face.

“Hey sweetheart,” he teased, chuckling at the grimace that formed on your face.

“Can you fuck off? I have fans to perform for.”

“Awe, you can’t handle a bit of teasing? I didn’t know the company’s princess was so soft.” He mocked, grinning in the way that made you want to rip him apart.

You folded your arms tightly around your chest and shot him an evil glare, making him raise an eyebrow in surprise from the look you gave him. Though you happened to miss the quick glance his orbs took at your lips. It seemed like you had always had problems with Chris. Ever since the day you’d both become the leaders of your group, you’d always been rivals, well, that’s how you took it. He was just, good at everything. And it pissed you off. So you countered it by being a better leader than him, and how much worse could JYP make it by giving you two a duo stage together. The whole room always burned from the tension between you two when you practiced. It was like he always had something to criticise you about and if he wasn’t criticising you, he was teasing you, everyday, of every week with him felt more like hell on earth as it progressed. It’s always been a battle with him for the best leader and it seems like it always will.

“You know what, maybe I can’t handle a bit of teasing, so what? I’m still always gonna beat you at your job. Sucks to be second place hm?” His jaw clenched and his teasing expression turned into a venomous stare aimed at your smirk directed to him.

“Atleast I can take being second place without feeling mediocre.” He spat back at you, insolently. Your breath hitched at the statement and you stayed quiet realising he wasn’t wrong and just ignored him to get ready for the performance.

He took a step closer toward you and your breath stopped, before he glanced at your lips and gazed back into your eyes, what was he doing? He stepped closer and sighed before cupping your heated cheek, he still held eye contact with you but you became flustered and looked away before he gently brought your face back to him. “Can I kiss you?” he spoke softly, those words that you never thought you’d hear from him. The man you thought despised you since you’d met, the man that always sighed when he was made to work with you, just asked you for a kiss? And you said-

“Yes.” You spoke hastily, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss with your thoughts blanking as your mouth met his. “Fuck, your lips taste better than I imagined, so fucking sweet,” he panted out, making your cheeks heat up, before cupping your face again and crashing his lips onto yours again and moaning into the kiss. A single one of your hands from the nape of this neck, found their way to his scalp and scratched his hair softly, making him softly moan into the kiss. He released his mouth from the kiss just to regain his breath,

“Chris the-,” but before you could finish his lips were on yours again and his tongue danced in your mouth as he held your waist and forgot about all else going on. But you pulled away, still panting for breath as guilt seeped in for your fans.

“Chris we have to go perform.” You whispered hesitantly,

“Y/n, respectfully, fuck everyone out there. I need you so bad, please.” He whined with the most beautiful puppy eyes ever. Your heart was aching to stay with him, but you also didn’t want to disappoint your fans… But you know what?

“Fuck it, just kiss me again.”