Blind Spot (3)

hear me out...chan trying to fit it in but he's too big and he's whispering all kinds of stuff trying to get you to take it and you're frustrated and needy and you're just so !! done !! because it feels empty and he's so close yet he's not in and finally finally, his thick tip catches and he inches in agonizingly slow simply to hear you whine for it

꒰୨୧◞ ⤷ ❛❛ TOO BIG ! ❜❜ .ᐟ bang chan.

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a/n ⸝⸝ happy (late) comeback day !! i’m not very proud of this drabble but it’s here and i’m posting it anyway lol <3 save me big dick chris.. save me..

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“it’s too big, channie,” you whimper, peering down between your legs— the big fat tip of chan’s cock throbs an angry red as he slides it up between your pussy lips, taps it against your fluttering hole. your ankles dangle in the air over his shoulders, thighs pushed up to your chest by his body pinning you against the mattress, so close you could feel his hot breath, ache for a kiss from the plump, spit-slick lips he bit in arousal. he grips the base of his shaft in one hand, guiding it to push at your rim; you’re frightened by the sheer size of it, thick as a can, veins fat and pulsing… the pressure of it was already overwhelming yet you roll your hips down eagerly, desperate for it to slide in and fill you up.

“shh, stay still, babygirl,” chan coos so sweet, his veiny hand splayed out across your tummy. “and take this fucking cock. daddy knows you can.”

your pussy is making it difficult, so wet chan’s cock misses your hole, slides up your folds to bump against your clit. you shake in pleasure and frustration, reaching your hand down to take ahold of chan’s cock yourself— chan lets you with a warm smile, his thick arms shaking with every slick twist of your hand.

“you need me that bad, baby?” he chuckles, breathless. “thought you said it was too big.”

“i’m so empty,” you whine in response, angling his flared head to spear your core. “need your big cock, daddy—“ finally, finally his tip catches and slides in, sudden yet so achingly slow, your eyes rolling back in tandem with chan’s deep, guttural groan; the stretch burns deliciously, clouds over your senses as your mouth drops open in a moan for more.

“there you go, baby, just like that,” chan continues to bully his cock in past your tight rim, slow and gentle— but there’s nothing gentle about the way he fills you up, inch by fat, throbbing inch stretching your wet gummy walls to their limits. you can feel every ridge, every vein drag hot and heavy… you let go of his shaft in favor for scratching deep red marks into his flexing bicep, scrambling for something to hold on to and ground you. “daddy’s good girl, taking his cock so well— feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“b-big—!” you croak in a daze, an echo of your earlier sentiments; it was all you could manage to make yourself say, rendered brainless in an instant as chan’s blunt cockhead kisses your cervix. “so— so fucking big! ‘n deep, daddy, fuck—“

“yeah?” chan huffs, hips stuttering flush against yours. “am i too big for your little cunt, baby? feel me all the way up here?”

he presses down on the bulge his cock makes in your belly, causing the both of you to keen, your little dripping pussy fluttering around his cock as he twitches inside of you; you desperately want him to move, start pounding your pussy like you’ve been wanting so, so badly… you eagerly nod at chan’s teasing words, buck your hips the best you can folded in half. “yes, yes!” you wail, voice slurred, “give it to me daddy, please!”

“you’re so pretty when you’re begging for me, angel,” chan grins crookedly, pulling his hips back to slide himself out of your hole. you hold your breath in wicked anticipation. “beg some more and i’ll give you what you need.”

i LOVED married han x reader :)) could you do a felix one pls 🫶🏻

I can't be serious to save my life I'm sorry 😔 I hope you like it regardless, pookie 💕

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sleepy cramps | b.c.

summary: your cramps wake you up but channie is there to help.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: i tried to keep it gender neutral, however!! periods and cramps are mentions so read at your own risk.

a/n: omg ash knows how to post at a normal time when she's not sleep deprived *gasp* crazy right? you guys know the drill not proof read too many pet names blah blah. i have realized that i apparently need alot of comfort in my life because that is all i write LMAO. anyway! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

p.s. pls send me some requests i really wanna try and branch out but i have no ideas, okay love u bye. <3

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“baby?” you hear a familiar aussie voice call out. “i’m home!” you hear him take off his shoes and set his bag down. “baby?” he yells once more, keys jingling as he places them on a hook by the door.

you let out a grunt, hoping to signal to him where you were. you were currently bundled up half asleep in your shared bed, facing the door. you were exhausted from the day and your period, and barely keeping your eyes open. 

the hall light flicks on before a figure appears in the doorway. you lift up your head a bit, giving him a sleepy smile before settling back into your warm cocoon of soft blankets and plushies.

he smiles before making his way to the side of bed, squatting down to eye level with you. he lifts his hand, lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. “hi pretty.” your cheeks warm.

“hi bub.” you mumble. “you sleepy bug?” he asks softly. you nod, a yawn escaping you as if emphasizing your drowsiness.

he smiles, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to your forehead. “alright bub, give me 10 minutes to get ready for bed then i’ll come lay down okay?” you nod once more, sleepy smile still present on your face.

he moves,  placing a kiss on your lips before standing to his full height. “i’ll be right back!” he yelled, running into your en-suite. you giggle before relaxing into your cocoon, sleep welcoming you quickly.

once chan finished in the bathroom, he came out to find you curled up, now facing his side of the bed, soft even breathes escaping you.

he coos before making his way to his side of the bed. he lifted the sheets, sliding under them before gently pulling you to him, body melting into his.

he wraps his arms around you, “good night my sleepy baby, i love you.” he whispers, placing a kiss on your temple, before relaxing, letting sleep take over.

this didn’t last long however, chan lightly awoke maybe an hour later, to you stirring in your sleep, light whimpers escaping you. after hearing the first whimpers leave your mouth, he was very alert. he quickly looks over your body trying to determine what’s bringing you distress.

he catches a glimpse of your face, which is contorted in discomfort. he places a hand on your cheek once more, trying to gently wake you. “baby wake up.” he whispers, lightly tapping and stroking your cheek.

after a few seconds you finally wake, only to let out a yelp in pain, curling into the body beside you. “hey hey, baby, what’s going on?” he said kissing your head, rubbing your back.

“period.” you managed to get out, trying to curl further into yourself. one arm wrapped around your lower abdomen, the other one clenched into a fist against your forehead.

you start holding your breath unconsciously, praying the pain will subside. chan notices and gently taking your fist in his.

“breathe baby, breathe,” he says calmly, opening your fist to slot your fingers through his. you let out a jagged breath leaning your forehead against your joined hands, “squeeze my hand if you need to jagi but, you gotta breathe baby.” his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

you take a deep breath, trying to focus on anything over than the stabbing pain in your abdomen. “doing so good bug, just breathe.”  his other hand coming up to smooth the crease between your eyebrows. 

your breathing evens out slightly as the pain lessen a bit. a moment of silence passes before you sit up, hands still entwined. chan follows you, rubbing small circles on your back. “did you take medicine earlier?” you nod your head. “right before you got home.”  he hummed, understanding.

 “i’ll be right back, okay?” he whispers, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. you nod slightly, focusing on your breathing. he leans over, placing a kiss to the side of your head before getting up and making his way into the bathroom.

you grab a pillow behind you hugging it as you wait for him to return. a few moments passed before he reemerges with your heating pad in hand. he rounds the bed, plugging in the pad before sitting next to you.

“i’m gonna move this quick, okay?” you nod, moving your arms. he grabs the pillow, placing the heating pad in it’s place. “thank you.” you mumble, leaning on him, placing your head on his shoulder. “you’re welcome bug.” he kisses the top of your head before placing his there.

you sit there for a moment before you feel the guilt slowly creep up, the lump forming in the back of your throat. you turn your head into his shoulder as tears start to stream down your face.

“hey, hey, jagiya, do you want more medicine? what can i do?” he asks, placing a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. you shake your head, before moving to put your hand in your hands.

“i’m sorry channie,” you cried. “i know you’re probably exhausted, and shouldn’t have to deal with this.” you feel him move in front of you before placing his hands on your face, lifting it. “i am your boyfriend, it is my job to take care of you when you need me. and right now you’re in pain because of something you can’t control.” he pauses, looking into your eyes, gently wiping the tears running down your cheeks.

“i will always take care of you, doesn’t matter, time, place, if i’m tired or not, i will always help you. understand?” you nod, moving into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, shoving your face into his neck.

he wraps his arms around your torso pulling you impossibly closer. “i love so much, jagiya. okay?” you nod your head quickly. “i love you too, more than you know.” you say into his neck, placing a kiss on his skin. 

you both stay like that for a moment before chan pulls away slightly. he wipes your tears once more before placing a kiss on your lips. “let’s get you to sleep, hm?” you agree, moving back into the mattress.

you watch him make his way to his side, getting comfortable under the duvet. once settled, he opens his arms for you to lay down. you giggle before quickly laying on him, making sure your heating pad was still in the correct position.

you place a kiss to his jaw before settling into his chest, duvet pulled to cover both of you. “thank you, i love you so much.” he places one last kiss to your head. “ you don’t have to thank me, i love you so much, good night my sleepy baby.” you smile, feeling at peace. “goodnight, channie.” you place a kiss over his heart before both of drift off once more.

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You Faint | Bang Chan

ᑉ³pairing; Bang Chan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Fainting due to Dehydration and being busy, mentions of not eating, mentions of not drinking water, kissing, Implied Female reader, Established relationship

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon!

Part of the "He helps you when.." collection. Other members parts: Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

In the flurry of your responsibilities as a personal assistant to the CEO of a massive corporation, every second counts, every task critical to the smooth functioning of the business. Despite the hunger gnawing at your stomach and the parched feeling in your throat, you soldier on, driven by the need to ensure that everything operates seamlessly for your employer.

Hours blur together as you navigate the demands of the corporate world, your own needs pushed to the sidelines in the relentless pursuit of success. The weight of expectations presses down on you with each passing moment, propelling you forward even as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm you. You don't have time to notice the way your limbs grow heavy with fatigue, the world around you fading into a distant blur as you push yourself beyond your limits.

But as the day wears on, your body begins to rebel against the neglect it's been subjected to. Dizziness clouds your vision, a warning sign of the toll the day's exertions have taken. With every step, your limbs grow heavier, protesting against the punishing pace you've been maintaining.

And then, without warning, it all becomes too much. Your vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges as dizziness overwhelms your senses. Your knees buckle beneath you, unable to support the weight of your weakened body, and before you can even comprehend what's happening, darkness claims you.

As consciousness slowly seeps back into your awareness, you find yourself nestled on the plush couch of the CEO's office, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. Your head throbs with the remnants of your fainting spell, a dull ache echoing through your skull.

Blinking groggily, you glance around the room, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. To your surprise, you find yourself surrounded by two or three other assistants, their faces etched with concern as they hover nearby, murmuring amongst themselves.

"Hey, are you okay?" one of them asks, her voice laced with worry as she kneels beside you, her hand hovering over your forehead. "You gave us quite a scare there."

You nod weakly, the events of the day slowly coming back to you in fragmented pieces. "I... I think so," you mumble, your words slurred with exhaustion.

The other assistants exchange worried glances, their concern palpable in the air. "You should rest for a bit," another assistant suggests, her tone gentle as she helps you sit up, offering you a glass of water.

Taking a sip, you feel the cool liquid soothe your parched throat, the sensation a welcome relief. As you lean back against the cushions, you're grateful for the support of your colleagues, their presence a comforting reminder that you're not alone in your struggles.

"Thanks," you murmur, offering them a weak smile. "I appreciate it."

"We were so worried about you," one of them says, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You gave us quite the scare."

You offer a weak smile, still feeling disoriented and unsure of what happened. "I'm sorry," you mumble, your words barely audible.

Another assistant nods sympathetically. "We called for help," she explains gently. "We wanted to make sure you were okay."

You furrow your brow, confusion clouding your thoughts. "Called for help." you repeat, the words sinking in slowly.

Your mind feels foggy, memories hazy and fragmented, making it difficult to grasp the severity of the situation. The concern in the assistant's eyes only adds to your growing sense of unease, prompting a knot of anxiety to tighten in your chest.

Before anyone can elaborate further, the door to the CEO's office swings open, and Chan rushes in, his expression a mix of panic and relief. "I got here as fast as I could," he says breathlessly, his eyes darting around the room until they land on you. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You swallow hard, the reality of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. They called Chan, your emergency contact, before they even called the paramedics. You feel a pang of guilt knowing that he's here now, worrying about you, when you hadn't wanted to burden him.

As Chan rushes to your side, his expression a mix of relief and concern, you can see the worry etched into every line of his face. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to grasp yours, his touch both reassuring and desperate.

"I... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I fainted, I think."

Chan's eyes widen with alarm, his grip on your hand tightening. "You fainted?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. Chan's concern deepens, his brows furrowing with worry. "Do you know why?" he asks gently. "Did you eat today? Drink enough water?"

You shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny, the guilt of neglecting your own well-being weighing heavily on you. "I... I may have forgotten," you admit sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

His expression softens with understanding, but a flicker of frustration dances in his eyes. "Y/N.."

"I just didn't have time," you whine, feeling the weight of his disappointment settle over you. "I have deadlines to meet, and it's been really busy here with the CEO prepping for a major partnership with another company. Plus, I'm in line for a promotion, Chan. If I do well, it's almost guaranteed. But if I fail, then I have no shot."

Chan's expression doesn’t give much away, but his resolve remains firm. "It's not that important," he insists, his tone gentle but firm. "There will always be other opportunities. Your health should come first."

You shake your head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Not everyone can lead and be super talented like you, Chan," you argue, your voice tinged with emotion. "Some of us have to work twice as hard just to keep up."

"I know it feels that way," he says gently, as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and comforting. "You're already doing more than enough," he assures you, his gaze unwavering. "But your health should never be sacrificed for success."

You sigh, feeling the weight of his words settling over you. "I know," you whisper, your voice heavy with resignation.

Chan's hums at your response, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he reluctantly withdraws. "Let's go home," he says gently, " You need rest."

With a heavy heart, you rise from the couch, your legs trembling beneath you as the full extent of your exhaustion becomes apparent. Chan's eyes widen in concern as he notices your struggle, his expression softening with empathy.

"Here, let me help you," he says, moving to your side and slipping an arm around your waist for support.

You lean into him gratefully, feeling the warmth of his embrace. With Chan's steadying presence, you manage to make your way out of the CEO's office and towards the elevator, your fatigue pressing down on you with each step.

As you reach the lobby, Chan guides you towards the exit, but when you attempt to take a step forward, your legs buckle beneath you, weakened by fatigue. Chan's eyes widen in alarm, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he catches you before you fall.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

You nod weakly, feeling embarrassed by your inability to stand on your own two feet. "I'm just... really tired," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, Chan sweeps you up into his arms, his strength a reassuring presence against your exhausted frame. "Let's get you home," he says softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

You nestle into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms as he carries you out of the building and towards the waiting car.

Once you're settled into the car, Chan drives you home with careful attention, his concern never wavering as he steals glances at you from time to time. When you finally arrive at your apartment, he helps you out of the car and guides you inside, his arm wrapped protectively around you.

As you enter the cozy sanctuary of your home, Chan guides you towards the couch. However, he senses your hesitation, the way you lean heavily on him as if struggling to keep your balance.

"You need to rest," he insists softly, his voice laced with concern as he helps you settle onto the cushions. Despite his gentle urging, you remain silent, the weariness evident in every line of your body.

"I feel gross," you finally murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, admitting to the discomfort that weighs heavily on you.

Chan's brows furrow with worry, his gaze searching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Seeing your distress, he nods in understanding.

"Would you like to take a shower?" he suggests gently, his tone filled with empathy. He waits patiently for your response, ready to provide the support and comfort you need

You shake your head slowly, a feeling of exhaustion washing over you. "I don't think I have the energy," you confess, feeling a pang of guilt at the admission.

Chan's expression fills with empathy as he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. "That's okay," he reassures you, his voice soft and comforting. "Why don't we start with something smaller? Like washing your hair?"

You blink back tears, starting to feel overwhelmed. "I just... I feel so drained," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.

Chan nods sympathetically, his gaze filled with compassion. "I understand," he says softly, his words a soothing balm to your weary soul. "Let's take it one step at a time, okay?

As Chan helps you make your way to the bathroom, you feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at your limbs. With his steady support, you settle on the edge of the bathtub, feeling drained and weak. Chan kneels beside you, his gentle hands reaching for the shower head. His concerned gaze meeting yours.

"Lean back," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet bathroom. You obey, allowing your head to rest against the edge of the tub as Chan pours the water over your hair, the liquid cascading down in a comforting stream.

The sensation of the warm water against your scalp is both soothing and revitalizing, washing away the weariness that has settled deep within your bones. Chan's touch is tender, his fingers massaging your scalp with care as he works shampoo into your hair, creating a rich lather that fills the air with a subtle scent of eucalyptus.

As Chan tenderly tends to your needs, a wave of helplessness crashes over you, leaving you feeling small and useless. The inability to perform even the simplest tasks on your own gnaws at you, a constant reminder of your vulnerability. You watch as Chan effortlessly takes care of everything, his competence highlighting your own shortcomings.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you struggle to suppress the rising tide of frustration and self-doubt. "I hate feeling like this," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with the bitterness of inadequacy.

"Like what?" Chan's voice is gentle, his concern evident as he seeks to understand you.

"Helpless," you confess, the word heavy with emotion.

Chan notices the heaviness in your sigh and the sorrow in your eyes, and his heart aches with empathy. Leaning closer, he places a soft kiss on your lips.

"You're not helpless, love," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with affection. "You're just taking a break. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, even superheroes like you."

His words are like a warm embrace, wrapping around you with love and understanding.

"You're my baby," he whispers, "And I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what."

As Chan rinses the shampoo from your hair, the water running clear and pure, you feel a sense of renewal wash over you. With each gentle stroke of his hands, you can feel your energy slowly returning, a flicker of hope igniting within your chest.

When the task is finally complete, Chan reaches for a fluffy towel, wrapping it around your shoulders with care. He helps you to stand, guiding you away from the bathtub.

"Let's dry your hair a bit so you don't go to bed with it wet," he suggests, his lips forming a shy smile. He grabs a hairdryer, carefully adjusting the settings before starting to blow dry your hair, the warm air a comforting embrace against your skin.

As he works, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, the sound of the hairdryer a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Chan concentrates intently, his brow furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand. His brow furrows in concentration, his lips pursed in determination as he attempts to weave the strands of your hair into a braid. With each failed attempt, a mixture of frustration and amusement flickers across his features, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.

You can't help but find his earnest efforts endearing, and a soft chuckle escapes your lips as you watch him work. The sound fills the small bathroom, mingling with the gentle patter of water droplets.

"Where did you learn to braid?" you ask, genuine curiosity in your tone.

Chan looks up at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I've been teaching myself," he admits, his fingers still fumbling with the strands of your hair. "I thought... one day, when we have kids together, I want to be able to braid their hair. I want to be the kind of dad who can do that."

His vulnerability touches your heart, and you reach out to gently squeeze his hand, a tender smile playing on your lips. "You'll be an amazing dad," you assure him, your voice filled with love and admiration. "And you're already an amazing partner."

"I want to be better,"he says softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "For you."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft against yours. As he pulls away, his eyes shimmering with adoration, he presses another tender kiss to your forehead before returning to his task.

"You did great," Chan whispers, his voice filled with pride and admiration, as he guides you to your bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, comforting light across the room as he fusses over you, fluffing pillows and tucking blankets around you until you're cocooned in warmth.

With gentle hands, he arranges the pillows behind you, ensuring you're propped up just right for maximum comfort. He tucks the blankets snugly around your shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring as he ensures every corner is tucked in securely.

After making sure you're settled, Chan disappears into the kitchen, the faint clinking of dishes drifting through the air as he prepares your meal. Moments later, he returns with a tray laden with food – a simple yet nourishing meal, prepared with love.

The aroma of home-cooked food fills the room, mingling with the soft scent of freshly laundered sheets. Chan sets the tray down on your bedside table, arranging the dishes with care before settling in beside you.

As you eat, Chan sits close by, his warmth radiating beside you. He regales you with stories and jokes, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy and ease. Each tale is punctuated by his infectious laughter, and despite your weariness, you can't help but smile at his antics.

As you finish your meal, feeling the warmth of the food spreading through your body, Chan rises from his seat beside you, his movements fluid and graceful as he clears away the dishes. The clinking of plates and silverware fills the air as he tidies up, his attention to detail evident in every gesture.

Once the dishes are cleared, Chan returns to your side, settling in beside you on the bed. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, soothing away the remnants of tension that linger in your muscles.

With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer to him, reveling in the warmth and security of his embrace. Chan presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch a silent reassurance that everything will be okay.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice low and raw. As he speaks, he guides your hand to his chest, letting you feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath his shirt.

"Every time you're in pain or in danger," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's like my whole world stops."

You feel a lump form in your throat, a rush of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "It wasn't on purpose."

Chan shakes his head, his grip tightening around you as if afraid to let go. "I know," he says softly. "But I need you to promise me something."

"What?" you ask.

"Promise me that you'll always try your best to care of yourself," he says, his tone earnest. "Promise me that you won't push yourself too hard, that you'll listen to your body and prioritize your health."

You meet his gaze, seeing the depth of his concern reflected in his eyes. With a nod, you offer him a small smile, filled with gratitude and determination.

"I promise," you vow, your voice steady with conviction.

Chan's eyes soften, a tender smile playing on his lips. "And I promise in return," he says softly, "to always be there when you need me, or a little extra help."

He settles back against the pillows, pulling you with him until you're both comfortable. As you nestle into each other, Chan reaches for the remote control, flicking through the channels until he finds a movie that catches your interest.

The soft glow of the TV bathes the room in a warm, flickering light as the movie begins to play. You rest your head against Chan's chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat getting faster beneath your ear. It's a comforting sound, a reminder of the love and stability that he brings into your life.

As the movie unfolds, you lose yourself in the story, the worries and stresses of the day fading into the background. With Chan by your side, you feel safe and at peace, cocooned in a bubble of love and warmth.

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it wasn't weird to you that he wasn't the first person to say "happy birthday" to you that morning. he had always been busy especially in comeback season, you weren't mad, just a bit disappointed. the messages started flooding in as you looked at your phone trying to respond to everything. as the hours passed and no chan messages, no appearances at your front door and definitely no calls, you were starting to feel a bit uneasy.

you thought maybe he was planning a surprise? maybe you had to be more patient. or maybe he actually forgot and you were just waiting for nothing. either way the thoughts left your head as soon as you heard the phone ring and it was a video call from minho.

"happy birthday (y/n)!" the boys cheered and they even had a cake with them. it made you feel ten times better knowing they cared so much but it still made you wanna cry not seeing chan there, it just felt wrong. "i'm sorry we couldn't say this earlier, we were busy with practice and i'm sure your boyfriend will be there at any minute." minho said.

"i hope so, he still hasn't said anything." you responded and they all looked confused as hell. chan had been wanting everything to be perfect for your birthday day and him not saying anything was kinda weird to all of them. "did he say anything to you guys?"

"he left earlier because he said he got plans? i thought he would be right there when we called." felix said and now it was your turn to be confused. so if he wasn't here and he said he got plans? where was he? it just didn't make sense. 

"i'm gonna text him right now to get his ass to your house." jisung said as he brought out his phone and texted as fast as he could. you could read the look on his face through the screen as he read the reply and it wasn't pleasing at all. "he's with soohee." jisung said and it was like everything stopped for a moment. 

"you're not serious right now." seungmin said and you couldn't hear the boys go off anymore because it was now starting to make sense. you were never really good friends with soohee, you tried to but it was like she had another image for who she wanted to be with chan (probably herself). you decided to hang up because you couldn't really talk anymore, you were just shocked that she would go that low and that he would not care enough. 

you wanted to go out and enjoy the rest of your birthday but it's like you were glued to the couch as the hours went by and eventually chan did get home. he looked at you and took in the scene, he wasn't sure what happened that you didn't text him all day like you usually do or that you didn't come by during practice. something had to be wrong for you to be acting like this right?

"baby? what's wrong? i missed you today." he said as he tried to sit down next to you but you got up and now he was starting to understand that he was the one who did you wrong. he still didn't know why though and the vague messages from the boys today weren't helping. he felt like he wasn't in on whatever was going on and it was starting to make him panic. "did i do something wrong? i have no idea what's happening."

"can i be alone today chris? i'm just not feeling too well." you expressed and that made him worry even more. you usually would talk it out if something like this happened but you were more silent than anything. you headed towards your shared room leaving a puzzled chan behind. that's when something popped up on his phone saying "(y/n)'s birthday, don't forget to pick up all the things you ordered!" and it fucking broke him completely. 

not only he didn't say happy birthday to you, not only he forgot to pick up all the gifts, not only did he not organize everything he had planned for today. he spent the whole day with a person he knew you weren't fond of and not with you who had waited all day for him to do something. if he wasn't the worst boyfriend in the planet right now, he surely didn't know who it was. 

minho ✉

it was no secret to you that minho forgot. you weren't really bothered by it since you weren't used to celebrating your birthday all that often but it made you kind of excited to do so this year. jisung decided to join you in organizing the event and when the day arrived, he said everything was set in place and of course told you happy birthday before anyone could do so.

"is minho hyung with you?" jisung asked over the phone as you tried to get ready. that question caught you off guard as you thought he told you he was going to be at the dorms. 

"he's not in the dorms?" you asked now feeling a bit troubled and hoping for the answer you knew wouldn't arrive because if he was at the dorms, jisung wouldn't have asked in the first place.

"i was sure that he told me he would be at your house before the party." he responded but as you looked around, yeah minho wasn't anywhere to be found and now you were wondering if he would show up at all. anxiety kicked in and that was not pleasant to feel on your special day. "okay i can feel you panicking through the phone already, he might be my best friend but i'm kicking his ass for lying."

jisung hanged up all of the sudden and you tried to concentrate on your look. you knew everyone was gonna be there so you wanted to make a good impression but all that was going through your mind was "why would minho lie?" and "where was minho?". it troubled you so much that you had to call him to know what was going on. 

"(y/n)? babe? i'm kinda busy right now." hearing his voice relieved you but you were still going back and forth in your head trying to figure out. maybe he was gonna surprise you? maybe he did really forget? or maybe he just didn't care? oh god all those questions.

"minho where are you?" you asked and waited for the dreaded response, you were already assuming the worst and you were right to do so when he responded.

"i'm at soohee's house. she had a bad date with a guy and she needed me here." he said as if it was all natural like he wasn't missing out on anything and that made you want to cry on the spot but you held back. it wasn't that he chose you over her, it was that she did this all the time and he wasn't realizing how she was using him. you wanted him to be here, to show you that he cared but his actions were speaking louder than anything.

"minho do me a favor and don't show up today." you said as you hung up, leaving a baffled minho on the other side of the line. what were you talking about? okay yes he lied about seeing his friend but it was because neither you or jisung liked her at all. he was just trying to be a good friend and he ended up being a bad one and also a terrible boyfriend in the process, how did that make any sense?

"who called?" soohee asked as she came back from getting all her makeup off after a long crying session. 

"oh it was (y/n), they were pissed at me though and i have no idea why." he explained and that only made her chuckle which had him confused. what was funny about his significant other being mad at him? yeah there was nothing funny about it.

"probably because their dumb birthday party was today." she responded and it hit him like a bucket of cold water. he looked at the calendar on his phone and he wanted to actually punch a wall. he forgot his partner's birthday, he lied in the process and he chose someone else who was now showing her true colors before him over you. how the fuck would he make it up to you now?

changbin ✉

you were trying to process what was going on as you woke up and had a ton of messages but there was no changbin beside you. it was weird also how all of the texts you were getting started with "happy birthday" but the one changbin sent only said "i'm gonna be busy today, sorry that i left without a goodbye!" and it was okay, you didn't expect him to remember everything especially when he was buried with work. 

well you thought it was work at least. you didn't expect it to be something else but every single one of the boys had told you to have a wonderful day and that they were sure changbin was gonna enjoy his day off with you. so it wasn't work and now you were left to think about the endless possibilities of where he could be.

"he left without a word?" yeonjun asked as he and wooyoung dropped by. they were some of changbin's closest friends but easily became yours as well as you hung out often with them. "but he told us he had big plans for today! where the fuck could he be?"

"i have no idea. i thought the boys would know but they even told me he asked for a day off to spend it with me." you said and you started to feel a little troubled. maybe something happened? he would tell you if something was happening though especially if it was an emergency.

"let's hope he's just planning the surprise." wooyoung said and you were hoping for that, that it was all just one big confusion and he didn't forget about you. you felt incredibly lonely when they left but they had hope that his friend would appear again and that "busy" meant he was gonna show up with a million flowers to make it up to you. 

but time was passing by and no changbin appeared until midnight. he didn't expect for you to be awake at such an hour but he didn't question it as he looked at you, dry tears in your face as you sniffled. worry washed over his body as he sat down next to you and tried to get close but you wouldn't let him.

"darling? what happened?" changbin asked, feeling the tension all of the sudden. he wasn't gonna be a coward and run away from it though, if you were feeling down it was his duty to know what happened.

"wooyoung and yeonjun were here thinking that you might show up with gifts or a reservation. i thought the same for a minute but then you never showed up." you said choking on your tears and it made his heart break into pieces as he processed what was happening. his friends showed up, his bandmates probably said something too, hell even his family told him to not forget about today and what did he do? not remember his significant other's special day.

"i'm sorry (y/n). i spent all day with soohee because she needed me and i forgot to even look at the date, i had everything planned. i'm such a fucking idiot but let me make it up to you." he tried explaining but it was no use as you got up as your sobs got louder and everything he said was only making it worse. he knew that beyond you not having a good relationship with her that he chose her over you on a date that was important and that he was now too late.

"so not only did you forget. you chose to spend it with a person who clearly hates me and everything about our relationship. i think that says more about you than me, changbin." you said as you shook your head and walked to your shared room, only to close the door in the process startling him. he feared that this would be the end because there was no going back from this one.

hyunjin ✉

you knew something was off when hyunjin basically went silent mode. he left the house in the morning, not a trace of a goodbye kiss and less of a happy birthday. he didn't answer his phone calls and neither the texts messages that you were sending which was very odd on his part. he usually would spam you images or emojis but there was no sight of him.

you asked chan if hyunjin happened to be at the studio and he responded back immediately saying that he was supposed to be there for practice and still hasn't showed up. which okay you could understand him working on your birthday, you weren't insane like that but he usually got there on time. you decided to grab your things and head to the jyp building, you wanted to see him mostly. maybe he had forgotten your birthday and that was okay, you still had the rest of the day to celebrate it.

everyone as soon as they saw you said "happy birthday" or greeted you which was very nice. when you saw the boys you couldn't help but smile even if deep down inside you were freaking out. you could tell the vibe was off as well as you saw chan on his phone but you weren't shook out of your thoughts as felix talked to you.

"you shouldn't have to spend your birthday at a filthy dance studio with us. you should be celebrating!" he said as he hugged you and you returned the hug. maybe you did need this embrace after all because you were feeling a little down as hyunjin still didn't arrive.

"i just wanted to see him lix. i'm kinda worried but i'm hoping for the best." you mumbled and he nodded as he understood how you were feeling and why you weren't acting like yourself.

"he says he's coming over here, thank god." chan said and that made you smile a little but then remembered he did not pick up any of your calls yet he picked up when chan called him. maybe he was busy before? well he could've still responded to you a bit later right?

you sat down next to seungmin as he saw how you were feeling and wanted to distract you from it. it was working until everyone saw hyunjin walk in with soohee and that was the answer to all your troubles even if it brought a storm towards you and what was going to happen.

"baby? what are you doing here?" he asked with a confused look on his face and could immediately pick up the tension in the room as the boys were glaring at him and you just looked so sad. 

"oh god are you seriously looking like that because he didn't say happy birthday? how old are you?" soohee spoke and hyunjin closed his eyes as he let it sink in. he knew you two weren't in terms and this only made it worse didn't it? he left without a trace, he didn't respond to anything on his phone and he was now walking in with her as she spoke to you in such a hateful way. 

"i'm just gonna go. i'm sorry for interrupting the practice guys and hyunjin, please don't come by my apartment." you said as the tears rolled down your face and you left as fast as you could. hyunjin wanted to go after you but felix stopped him because you needed to be alone for now to heal. the knot in his throat getting tighter as he thought about how he would redeem this after he fucked up so badly.

im doing good!! okok so could you write smth about skz and reader having a fight (u can make up scenarios for it!) and reader goes to their shared room to calm down maybe but they suddenly cry (maybe silently ?) bcs they're overwhelmed and keeps on holding their chest whispering it hurts :( ofc skz notices so how do u think their reaction will be like?

im so sorry that was very detailed huh 😭 pls dont write it if u dont want to! sending lots of love 💕

yes i can :))

wc - 6559 // ot8 hurt to comfort

warnings - skz being kind of meanies :( but then comfort !! a bit of ghosting, fighting/yelling, reader + member being stressed and overwhelmed, cuddling/physical affection, lots of crying, a little suggestive at the end of minhos but barely it’s just a kiss lol, petty arguments, some swearing, petnames (baby, princess, babe, angel, sweetheart, my love), reader is on their period in felix’s, i think that’s it !!

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chan 

it was pretty evident that chan wasn’t the best texter. he wasn’t very consistent and always responded to things too quickly or awkwardly. he never really understood the point of texting and just saw it as an unnecessary chore. aside from this mindset, he wasn’t too bad when it came to texting you. he usually liked to check up on you when he thought of it. little texts like “how’s my baby doing today?” or “hm bet you look so pretty right now. can’t wait to come home to you later.” just cute little things that let you know he was thinking of you. since this became a habit of his, it was usually a bit worrying if he went a day or two without doing it. you were used to his schedule being crammed up or his long hours spent working, but he’d always send at least one text. 

you texted him throughout the weekend to make sure he was okay, but there was never a response. you were worried, but you still knew he could take care of himself and if something was wrong he’d figure it out. 

this is what you told yourself to keep from spiraling. but, you were only human and that meant you still worried. 

after two days of silence from him, he finally showed up very late in the night. he was exhausted, but still happy to finally be home. 

he lightly opened your bedroom door, finding you hiding under the covers. 

“baby? you up?” 

you whipped off the blankets and shot up, looking at him with relief, but then anger. 

“chris! where have you been?! why haven’t you spoken to me?” you yelled. 

he was taken aback by your loud voice and angry face, too tired to argue. 

“yn, i can explain in the morning. can we just sleep now and talk later?” he suggested. 

“talk later? are you serious? you had me worried sick! i almost called your parents! why do you do shit like this?” you yelled even louder this time. 

“why do you still not understand that my work life isn’t as easy as yours? it’s not as simple as being able to come home whenever i want, okay? i don’t know how many times i have to explain it!” he shouted. you flinched at how scary he could get sometimes. 

“get out.” you said, turning over in the bed and waiting for him to leave. 

the second he left, the tears started. you were so worried and overwhelmed that you felt the tears were coming from relief rather than stress. you were so happy to see him, but still so upset. you softly cried, holding your hand to your heart to try to ground yourself, but it didn’t help. 

chan was smart. he knew better than to just storm off like he wanted to, so he sat outside of the bedroom door in the hallway and waited a bit to cool off. he ran his fingers through his hair and continuously sighed as he thought about how worried you must’ve been. he hated disappointing you but hated scaring you even more. he was caught in his world for a while until he heard your sons pick up. 

“channie…” you cried out and he came running to your feet quicker than he realized he could do. 

he cooed at you, “oh, my baby. i’m so sorry. i know i scared you so much and i should never yell at you like that. my poor baby, i’m so sorry.”

you cried into his shoulder, squeezing your arms around his abdomen. 

“it hurts…” you wailed. 

“i know, baby. i’m sorry. just let it out and you’ll feel better. take some deep breaths, okay? i’m sorry i’m making you feel like this.” he admitted, mentally slapping himself in the face. 

he rubbed up and down your back, as you let all your tears out. you started gasping from how hard you were crying, making him freak out. 

“hey, hey, hey, you need to relax baby. let’s do deep breaths, yea? can you breathe in and out for me?” 

you nodded as he coached you through the proper breathing exercises you needed to calm down. he looked at you so fondly, like you’d break in his hands if he touched you a little too roughly or breathed too harshly. 

“that’s it, princess,” he kissed your forehead, “i’m here with you. forever. will never do that to you ever again. i promise.” 

minho 

it was finally changbin’s 24th surprise birthday party that was planned by all the boys (and yourself because without you they probably would have spoiled it already). 

you and minho both dressed up in your best outfits and made sure everyone was there on time. changbin was beyond surprised and happy by the party set up for him, it made you and minho feel quite accomplished. the one thing that was difficult though, was the amount of people that needed to be invited. it seemed like the whole industry was there because they nearly all were. 

you and the boys even went out of your way to find and invite some of changbin’s old friends from before their debut. one of them was a girl named nari who changbin grew up with. you had a bad feeling about her from the start. you couldn’t explain it and minho kind of thought you were crazy for just “assuming” that this girl was bad news. 

you were right though because the second you separated from minho, she pounced on him. 

god, how annoying was she laughing on your boyfriend's shoulder like that? throwing her stupid head back and flipping her hair. she looked at him with this creepy sparkle in her eye and a huge smile plastered on her face. you felt like you could be sick to your stomach just watching them interact. you stormed off into your bedroom, grateful that you hosted the party at minho’s apartment or else you would’ve been screwed. 

the second you sat on the bed, your chest began to heat up. your vision was blurry and your head was pounding. you clutched your dress feeling like you couldn’t breathe as you began to cry. it hurt physically and emotionally seeing some girl on your boyfriend like that. who even was she? who did she think she was at that? 

around thirty minutes went by before minho started asking everyone where you were. he ditched the girl who was making him uncomfortable in hopes to find you to make him feel better. he felt so awkward having to stand there all alone with that rando, but he didn’t want to upset her and ruin changbin’s night, so he dealt with it until it became unbearable. 

as a last resort, he decided to check his room and was beside himself when he saw you sobbing, nearly making yourself get sick from how hard you were crying. 

“woah, woah, hey? what’s wrong, yn? i’m here, talk to me. what’s going on?” he asked, trying to pry your hands from your face. 

“get off me, lee minho.” 

he winced at the use of his full name and tried to think of what could have made you this upset.

he pulled back, 

“you’re worrying me, yn. what’s going on?” he asked, now sternly. 

“go talk to that stupid bitch instead. i’m sure she’s a lot less to worry about.” you cried, turning away from him and hiding your face under his pillow. 

“is that seriously what you’re upset about? you don’t even know who she is or what happened?” he responded. 

“exactly, minho! now get out and leave me alone!” you shouted. he flinched and drew back, leaving the room to give you some space. 

his mind was spinning thinking about what you’d say to him next. were you going to leave him? did you hate him now? 

he decided it would be best to talk to chan about it. he always knew what to say and what advice was best. he told minho to let you cool down a bit but to check on you soon because it’s better to settle the problem before it gets worse. he waited another twenty minutes before coming back into his room. he quietly walked over to you. 

“yn? can we talk now, please?” he whispered, his muscles tense as he waited for you to reply. 

you groaned, 

“about what.” 

“about why you’re upset…” he said. 

“i’m upset because you were practically flirting with some random bitch and just left me to watch.” 

he sighed, rubbing his eyes and coming down on the bed to sit next to you. 

“do you think i’d ever do that to you, yn? let alone in front of all the people that mean the most to me?” 

you blinked and stayed silent, “…no” 

“exactly. i wish you would have just asked me first so i could explain the situation.” he spoke. 

“but you still hurt me either way… i didn’t like how she looked at you…” 

“you should’ve seen the way i looked at her, babe. she knew i wasn’t into it. and i told her you were my girlfriend. i even showed her the pictures i have of us hanging up in the living room. i’d never hurt you like that, yn. hm? don’t you know that?” he whispered. 

“of course, i know that, but that doesn’t make it any less scary…” you replied. 

“i know that, baby. let me make it up to you? show you that you’re the only one i see? the only one i want.” he whispered, sliding his arm up your leg and pressing soft kisses to your neck. 

“no way you’re trying to have makeup sex with me after that, you asshole!” you giggled. 

“yea, but it made you laugh, didn’t it?” 

you rolled your eyes at him, pulling him down by his shirt to give him a long, passionate kiss. 

changbin

cool, calm, and collected was the perfect way to describe changbin. he never got worked up over things and always knew to find a middle ground in any tough situation. he was strong both inside and out, always protective and always trying. he was simple and it was one of the most attractive things about him. 

because of this, it was not often that you and changbin argued. it was like he knew better than to argue as it never achieved anything and just made the two of you even more worked up. he thought it was best to talk things out and you always agreed, so naturally, arguments never happened. 

changbin has been different lately. he was quieter, less outgoing, needing more personal space than usual. you assumed it was just from stress or maybe one of those off days that everyone gets, so you brushed it off for the most part. you’d check in here and there, maybe send him a cute picture of you or leave him a sweet note to wake up to. all of these things went unnoticed by him, though, which was not like him at all. 

he had a long weekend ahead of him, so you thought it would be nice to bring him some things to keep with him while he worked 12+ hours at the studio. you got a bag of all his favorite snacks, cooked some of his favorite meals, brought him an insulated cup for his coffee, and even some extra clothes if the studio got too cold or warm. you just wanted to do something small to make him smile or cheer up a bit. 

when you arrived at the studio, you softly knocked on the door and poked your head in. you were greeted by his cute fluffy hair and a small smile. 

“hey, babe. what’s all this?” he asked. 

“i know you’ve been busy, so i thought i’d just bring a couple of things you might need. i even cooked some of your favorites.” you said, holding the bag out to him. 

he took it, placed it on his desk, and watched you as if he was expecting you to walk out. 

“well, thank you! i’m excited to eat this later. i’ll be home on friday, i think. love you.” he got up from his chair to kiss you goodbye, but you stood like a plank and just watched him. 

“nope. not leaving.” you giggled, but he didn’t laugh back. 

“yes, leaving. i love you, goodbye.” he responded. 

“why are you being mean to me lately? i just want to love you and you won’t let me.” you poured. 

“oh my god, yn. you always make it about you. this is my job! i don’t know what else you expect! just leave like i asked.” he yelled. 

no, not even just a raise of his voice. he yelled. loud. like loud enough that you’re sure the whole floor heard it. 

you nodded your head and walked out, your eyes facing the floor and your arms coming to wrap around yourself as you shamefully walked out of the building. you spent the whole trip home wiping your eyes and thinking about all the things he said. once you got home, you showered, got dressed, and instantly went to bed. you sat there in total silence until your phone buzzed:

binnie 💗: yn. i’m sorry. i’m coming home now to talk to you. i shouldn’t have said what i did and i didn’t mean any of it. please stay up for me. so we can talk?” 

you sighed and silently agreed, waiting for him to come home. 

the second he walked into your bedroom, you started sobbing. he looked so concerned and ready to see you that it broke your heart all over again. 

“no, yn, please don’t cry. i’m so sorry, baby. i take back all of it. i should’ve let you stay with me so we could talk.” he confessed. 

“it hurts, changbin… everything hurts.” you sobbed. 

“i know, princess, im sorry. you’re probably so exhausted. all of that cooking and running around and i couldn’t even sit with you for a little bit? who even i am?” he admitted, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. 

he sat on the bed and pulled your head onto his lap, you tried to hide your face in it but he didn’t let you. instead, he lifted you onto him and wrapped your arms around his torso. 

“much better. i’m sorry for snapping on you. i’m so stressed lately and i didn’t want to be working anymore, so i just yelled. i haven’t yelled like that in so long, i don’t even know what got into me. but i can promise you that it was not your fault and you did nothing wrong. okay?” 

you nodded and pushed your face into his neck, holding him even tighter than before. 

he shook his head, “no, no, none of that. talk to me, baby. tell me what you’re thinking.” 

“i’m just sad… i thought you’d be so happy seeing me and you weren’t. you just yelled at me and scared me…” you pouted. 

“i know and i can’t say sorry enough. how about tomorrow i make it all up to you? i’ll take you out to eat for every meal, buy you whatever you want, maybe we can go for a nice walk or go somewhere new? how does that sound?” he asked, kissing your forehead. 

“much better, binnie. tonight, will you just hold me?” 

and he did exactly that. even when you woke up, you were pressed so tightly against him that it felt like you could barely breathe (in the best way possible). 

hyunjin 

petty, petty, petty. that was the best way to describe any argument you ever had with hyunjin. you both weren’t the arguing type, but when you did, it wasn’t pretty. 

there were lots of silent treatments, snarky comments, and slamming of doors. you were both equally dramatic and barely able to communicate, meaning the small things always added up. 

he was slacking with cleaning the bathroom or switching out the laundry. you were holding off on grocery shopping and taking too long in the shower when he really had to pee. the list went on of the small things that would just tick each other off. 

the problem with tonight was that you promised hyunjin to be home in time to make dinner and hyunjin promised that you’d come home to a clean house. 

neither of those things happened. 

you walked in expecting everything to be spick and span. no dirty dishes, clean floors, tidied up living room, maybe even a cleaned up hyunjin waiting for you on the couch. but, nope, there was none of that. 

so as payback, you didn’t make dinner and you certainly didn’t order any either. you were just waiting for hyunjin to come back from wherever he was. when he walked into the still messy house and had no dinner on the stove or a pretty girlfriend in an apron, he was just as pissed off as you. 

“oh, look who decided to come home!” you snickered. 

“i knew you were gonna get mad at this..” he rolled his eyes and threw his keys on the counter. 

“why the fuck would i not be mad at this when you legit promised me you’d just get it done?” you replied. 

“i don’t know, yn, maybe because i have a life too? maybe because my biggest priority isn’t cleaning?” he spat.  

“we’re never going to get along if you don’t just listen to me! we’ve only lived together for three months and it’s already not working because you just won’t listen!” you yelled. 

“well if that’s the case, move out.” he asserted. 

you scoffed at him and stomped to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. 

you replayed his words in your head over and over again. how could he say something like that? but also, how could you say something like that?

then, the guilt hit you. you weren’t hearing him out because you were upset over some stupid glass and cloth. you started to cry, holding one hand to your chest and the other to your mouth to try to muffle your sobs. you were scared he would leave you. maybe force you to move out. maybe he’d find someone new who’d treat him better. you didn’t know. all you knew was that you’d be crying yourself to sleep that night. 

not long after you fell asleep, you were awoken by a soft knock on the door. 

“yn? are you up?” he whispered. 

you contemplated answering, not wanting to add fuel to the fire, but you got up anyways. 

when you opened your bedroom door, hyunjin looked like a mess. his eyes were red, his face was pale, and his lips were swollen and not in the way that made you want to devour his face. instead, it made your heart sting. 

“can’t sleep without you…” he pouted, his pretty face staring at the ground. 

you sighed and pulled him into the room by his hand. you led him into the bed and brought the covers up over the both of you, wrapping yourself around him not long after. 

“can’t sleep without you either, hyunjinnie. at least not the right way,” you whispered. 

he noticed the crack in your voice and brought his hands to your face, feeling the wetness on your cheeks and cringing at himself for being the cause of it. 

“were you crying, angel?” he whispered and you nodded in response. he almost cried himself. 

“it hurts, jinnie… i hate fighting with you all the time…” 

he closed his eyes, “i know, angel. i hate it too. a lot. and i’m sorry for not cleaning up when you asked me to. it was wrong on my end. you had every right to not cook and i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. i never want to make you cry, princess. next time, i’ll be sure to clean everything before you come home.” he said. 

you nod and pull yourself closer to him, sticking your face in his neck and gently playing with his hair. 

“m’sorry i snapped too… you don’t deserve that. i know you’re busy…” 

“never too busy to make my princess happy, hm? it doesn’t take long anyways,” he replied, kissing the top of your head and holding it close to him. 

han 

jisung always knew he could count on you to help him when he struggled. you were an immense comfort to him and he found so much love and satisfaction in your relationship. though, he could get a bit in his head sometimes and struggled to let you know when he needed help. he was used to this, though, so he knew exactly how to cover it up without you noticing too much. 

he had been working a lot and didn’t have as much time as he or you would like to be able to focus on himself and his well-being. he smiled less, came home later and left earlier, and couldn’t sleep well. they were all parts of his job, sure, but he never knew went to just take a break. this is when you would come into the picture and help him try to sort out some time to focus on himself, even if it was only for an hour or two. 

lately, jisung was falling down this hole again. he was overworking himself and did not take nearly enough breaks as he should’ve. you’d tell him off and try to help and he’d take it in the moment, but it never actually worked. he slowly started to spiral into his mind, unable to focus on anything else but his work or how he was feeling. 

he came home late and just wanted to sleep, but he was greeted with what seemed to be an angry you. 

“am i in trouble… why do you look like that…” he asked anxiously. 

“because i’m tired of seeing you be tired. you need to get some rest and just listen to what i tell you, jisung. i’m worried about you.” you explained. 

“you don’t have anything to be worried about, yn. this is just how my life is. i know how to handle it.” 

you smacked your teeth, “whatever you say. i’m done trying to help.” 

he turned to face you, scanning your eyes and taking a second to think before he spoke. 

“well, sometimes you think you’re helping when you’re not helping at all, so i’m glad to hear you’re done trying.” he said with a fake smile, attempting to turn around before you grabbed his wrist. 

“what did you just say?” you asked, your heart was pounding so hard you could barely hear your words. 

“i said you always think you’re helping when you’re not, so thank you for saying you’re done because i didn’t want it in the first place!” he shouted. 

he’s never yelled at you like that, it made you flinch. it made you feel even worse now that his eyes were practically burning through your skull. he looked like he hated you… 

“how could you say that to me..?” you whispered to the ground and left the kitchen to go into your bedroom. 

once you hit the bed, you wrapped yourself up in the blankets and just sat there. no thoughts or distractions, just staring at the wall in front of you with no emotions. that was until you started to think about the way he was looking at you. the way his eyes grew small but his shoulders stood tall, it wasn’t like him. not at all. 

now, you couldn’t help but cry thinking about it. you held your hand to your mouth and softly cried, not even a sob, just a cry. you were too exhausted to start wailing, so you let the tears fall and the blanket sheltered you to give you just a little bit of comfort. 

two hours later, jisung came creeping into the room. he tiptoed to his closet and quietly opened the door, trying not to wake you up. he didn’t know you had been crying for the last two hours so when he heard you call for him, he practically jumped through the roof. 

“jeez, you scared me. why are you awake?” he questioned. 

“jisung… it hurts.” 

he walked over to the bed, his face covered in confusion. 

“what hurts, baby?” he asked, pulling his hand to your face and looking at you with concern. 

“and why is your face wet?” 

you sobbed now, how could he be so soft and careful after being so harsh? 

“it hurts me when you say those things! my face is wet because i’ve been crying alone all night! and you don’t even care!” you cried. 

it was now his turn to tear up, he looked like a guilty dog when he brought his eyes to yours again. 

“i know it hurts… i know it does. i’m sorry, baby. truly.” 

“if you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.” you stated, turning away from him. 

“i know that and i have no excuse. all i can say is i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t be pushing you away when we both know i need help and i’m so sorry i said those things to you. especially because i didn’t mean it… not at all.” he whispered, his hand coming to rub your back. 

you started to softly cry again, 

“no, no, no, none of that, baby. i can’t see you cry again. please? no crying? let’s just talk?” 

you didn’t respond, so he climbed into the bed and pulled you into his chest. he stroked your head and kissed the top of it, whispering that you’d be okay and you’d both figure it out together. you were too tired to talk and he understood, he mentally agreed with himself to talk to you about it in the morning. for now, he’d protect you and hold you while you slept for the night. 

felix 

considering you’ve been dealing with your period for the last 10 years, you thought by now you’d be able to handle the bad days. but today, you just couldn’t. you held your heating pad hard on your lower stomach, took painkillers, drank water, ate what you could, the list went on and nothing helped to lessen the extremes of your period. 

you also missed your boyfriend. a lot. 

he always knew what to do in scenarios like this. not only could he sense it before it even came, but he also could read your mind and figure out exactly what you wanted. maybe it was warm soup or a hot bath, maybe some chocolate or a comforting movie. he just always knew. except for this week. 

he was busy and too caught up in his things to take much notice of your pre-period struggles. you didn’t mind because you knew he had so much else going on, but today was just different. you wanted him around to take care of you and comfort you, but he would be out of the house until 8pm, if not later. 

later was the correct time as felix didn’t come home until 12. you were still curled up on the couch in your comfy clothes and heating pad when he walked in the door. 

“hey sunshine, you’re up late!” he said, walking to the fridge to get some food and water. 

you mumbled an “mm.” 

he walked over to the couch and plopped his hand on your head, you turned your head away in response. 

“what’s up with you, babe?” he asked sweetly. 

“you were supposed to be home at 8.” you pouted. 

“aww, i know sweetheart. i’m sorry. let me wash up and we can go to sleep, okay?” 

“i don’t want to go to sleep, felix. i just want to be with you. i missed you all day and you didn’t even text me or anything. i’ve been sitting here in pain just waiting for you and nothing.” you harshly exclaimed. 

“you know it’s not my fault, babe…” 

“that’s not the point, felix! you could’ve just told me you’d be gone for so long!” you shouted. 

“yea, but it’s not that simple! if i could i would have! you know they won’t let me!” he shouted back, already turning towards the bathroom. 

“you have no idea, felix!! none at all!” you huffed and rolled your eyes. 

you sat there annoyed until a wave of guilt washed over you. you couldn’t understand why you were so harsh when you’re usually so considerate of his abrupt change in schedules. in hopes of not bothering him more, you got up to go to your room, but as you walked you started to feel worse. your head was spinning and your stomach was turning by the time you opened the door, barely making it to your bed. you slumped onto the end of it and began sobbing. 

it took another twenty minutes until felix came into the bedroom, seeing you curled up on the bed and clutching your sweatshirt. 

“hey, hey, hey? what’s wrong yn? talk to me, baby.” he whispered, eyebrows furrowing in concern. 

“it hurts, felix. so bad. i can’t do this for another week.” you admitted. 

another week? he thought to himself…

and then the gears started turning and felix remembered the date and time of the month. 

he sighed, “oh, my baby. i understand, sweetheart. you’re okay now. i’ll take care of you. just do some deep breaths for me, hm?” 

you brought your head into his lap and the sobbing continued. he raked his hand up and down your back, shushing you and letting you know that you’d be okay. 

“i shouldn’t have gotten so upset at you, felix. i know it isn’t your fault, i’ve just been in so much pain all day and all i needed was you,” you admitted. 

his face and heart softened at your words. he loved knowing you needed him, but it still hurt him that he couldn’t always be there for you. 

“why don’t i go run a bath for you, angel? how does that sound?” 

you shook your head. 

“hmm, what about a massage?” 

you nodded,

“maybe some cuddles and we can watch youtube, too?” he added. 

“sounds perfect.” you sniffled, pressing a long kiss to his cheek. 

seungmin

“why does everything have to be a struggle with you?” 

his words rang in your ears as you walked to work. your morning started just fine, you had your breakfast and talked with him about what you’d both be doing for the day. sure, you’ll admit you complained a little more than usual, but it was just because work had been a lot on you lately. 

one of the issues seungmin carried with him was that he wasn’t very good with communication. he’d take whatever words you threw at him and just go on with his day, causing all of it to build up until he’d crash. except, he’d never really “crash”, he would just do what he did this morning which would say one small thing that was extremely hurtful. 

you weren’t trying to compare your life to his or try to make your situation sound worse, you just needed to vent a little bit. usually, he would encourage it too, but this morning it was different and you didn’t seem to notice. 

you went along with your workday the best you could until the worst came to worse and everything started to build up. you spilled coffee on your lap, you found out you missed an important assignment due date, and you forgot your lunch because in the morning you were too focused on your stupid conversation with your boyfriend. 

once you got home, you showered and went straight to the couch to catch up on your favorite show. you were so into it you didn’t even notice when seungmin came home. 

“so, you’re just going to ignore me all night?” 

you turned around quickly and gasped,

“jeez, you scared me! what the hell… i didn’t even notice you were home” you said, turning down the tv. 

“right.” he scoffed. 

“i’m serious! i had a long day, i was just trying to relax.” you explained. 

“i’m sure you did.”

“okay, enough with the sarcasm it’s annoying.” you said, rolling your eyes at him. 

“is it annoying? i didn’t even notice i was doing it!” he mumbled, still sarcastically. 

“oh my god, whatever. i’m going to bed.” 

hours went by and seungmin still didn’t come to bed with you. it made you nervous, worried he wasn’t going to come in at all, maybe even break up with you because he was so done with it all. 

before you knew it, you were softly crying to yourself. you couldn’t help but think about all the times you must’ve drained him and made him feel bad for his issues. you cursed at yourself for not being as attentive as you should be, too worried about your issues to realize maybe you were the cause of his. 

now, you were breaking down and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. you decided to walk to the kitchen to get some water in hopes that it would help you calm down, but you were stopped when you noticed seungmin was still awake. 

when you walked over to him, he was sitting straight up with his face also covered in tears. you quickly sat next to him. 

“hey, why are you crying? what’s wrong?” you asked, starting to cry again. 

“shouldn’t i be asking you that?” he sniffled, wiping his face and looking away from you. 

you push his face back to yours, 

“it hurts me when we do this. everything hurts.” you say, sinking to lay your head on his lap. 

“i shouldn’t have said what i did this morning. it hurts me when i hurt you and i shouldn’t belittle you like that..” he whispered. 

“it’s okay… i know i do it a lot.” you replied. 

“but it’s not okay and you don’t do it a lot. not at all. i just get overwhelmed and forget to tell you how i’m feeling and i’m sorry for that. i hate it about myself.” 

“don’t say that, seungmin. it’s not your fault that you can’t feel your limits sometimes.” you say, now holding his hand tightly. 

“well, i’m still sorry and i want to make it up to you. i hate knowing i made you cry.” 

“let’s just stay like this for now, okay? we can figure it out later. for now, i just want to be with you.” 

he nodded and finally laid on the couch, pulling you closer and wrapping your arms around him. 

“i love you so much. i don’t say it enough, so from now on i’ll tell you every time i think about it.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“i love you too. so so much.” 

jeongin

from friday morning to sunday night, there was no sign of jeongin. at first, you figured it was just a busy work schedule and he’d text you saturday morning explaining where he’d been, but that never came. every notification that popped up on your phone made you jump in hopes of it being your boyfriend, but it never was. you were starting to worry. you texted all his friends to see if they knew, but they were just as confused and concerned as you. it wasn’t like him to just go ghost out of nowhere, so what could he be doing and where could he be? 

you barely slept the whole weekend, you were worried sick. you constantly checked your windows and the peephole of the door, but still no sign of jeongin.

sunday night came around and you spammed him with texts and calls until your phone was hot. there was still no answer so you began to cry. you spiraled. you were so close to calling the cops and trying to figure out where your boyfriend was when you heard a knock on the door. you sprinted to it and yanked it open to see your smiling boyfriend, bags in his hands and mosquito bites covering his arms. 

“i’m home, babe!” 

you blinked and tried to calm yourself down before you spoke, but it didn’t work. 

“what the fuck, jeongin! you left me with no trace of you for three days straight! what the fuck! where were you? why are you so happy and why are you covered in bumps?” you yelled. 

and when he looked at you with confusion, you started to sob all over again. 

your knees slammed to the ground,

“jeongin. i was so- was so worried about you. you can never do that again. please, don’t leave me like that again or i’ll lose myself. and i can't lose you either. it hurts me too much when you’re gone.” you cried. 

he blinked, coming down to the floor to sit with you. he wasn’t sure what to say, trying to process your emotions and understand why you were so upset. he thought he told you he’d be gone…

“babe… i’m sorry i left and that i scared you, but i left you a note and texted you before i left… i was okay!” he softly said, now rubbing your back to try to soothe you. 

“no, you didn’t. i would’ve seen it.” 

“hm. well, i’m not sure what else to tell you except that i’m sorry.” he huffed. 

you shot him a death stare and stormed off to your room, sinking under the covers and quietly crying to yourself. 

he put his things away and got himself situated to give you some space, hoping it would help you cool down a bit. 

“babe? can i come in?” he asked, you just hmphed him in response. he walked over to the bed and sat at the edge of it. 

“i know you’re upset with me, babe. i’m sorry for scaring you like that. next time i’ll try to be more specific, okay?” 

“there won’t be a next time! i don’t want you leaving me ever again!” you whined, making him laugh. 

“okay, my love. no more leaving without you. i’m sorry.” he was nervous while replying, still new to learning how to handle someone else’s emotions, especially yours. 

you nodded and tugged him by his sweatshirt so he could come to lay with you. he rested his head on top of yours and rubbed up and down your arms. 

“missed how warm you are. and your smell. and your touch..” you started to cry again, but he shushed you before you could start. 

“no, no, no more tears. i can’t see you cry anymore. i’m here now, so let’s be happy. okay? we can be with each other for as long as you want, just no crying.” he whispered and you agreed, coming up to him to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. 

“i missed my crybaby.” he smiled. it was safe to say he’d never be leaving you again, note or not. he hadn’t said it yet, but he missed you just as much, if not more.

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note - there’s so much softness in this i almost cried 🥲 i swear there is nothing better than hurt to comfort. jeongin, seungmin, and changbin were my last ones to write bc they’re just too precious to be mean 😭. it was like that for all of them honestly. they’re just too sweet!!!! i cant picture them being mean!!!! anyways i hope u like this anon <33

taglist - @hyunverse @telesvng @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @softiejoon

Be nice

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 2983

Summary: Sometimes, Chan helping him out isn't what Minho wants, and this time, they get into a fight. Later that day they talk but it never stays at that with them...

Warnings/Tags: angst, minor fight, fluff, lots of kisses, teasing, smut, top!chan, bottom!minho

Minho stares at the ceiling, wondering if Chan would join him at some point tonight. The lights of passing cars illuminate the room, and the continuous sound of raindrops hitting the bedroom window calms him slowly. He hates getting into fights, especially with Chan. His boyfriend was a sweetheart, but when he got mad, everyone else felt like hiding and let him deal with it. Which was exactly what had happened today. 

Six hours earlier 

Minho scrolled through his phone as his stylist made the last adjustments to today's outfit. They'd be giving an interview soon, and he was a little nervous since it would be in English once again. Understanding wasn't the problem, but the time his brain needed to process the information and grasp some words together for an answer was simply too long. He hated it, wishing he could participate more, and Chan knew how upset he could get because of it. Nevertheless, he had repeatedly told him that he'd take over the Japanese, becoming more fluent than the rest. One of their staff members came up to him, and Minho greeted him politely. 

"The company feels like you're going to be left behind with all those English interviews coming up." 

"Sorry?" Minho asked, confused. "I'm here, aren't I?" 

"Yes, but a lot of this promotion is focused on English, so we need you to open up more," he told him. 

"What's going on?" Chan asked, strolling over as he saw the utter confusion on Minho's face. The staff member repeated himself for Chan, who frowned. "Why? You're not pressuring any of the others who struggle with that either." 

"Well, they try, at least. Everyone knows they won't get any new bits of information from him, though," he told them, and Chan glanced at Minho, whose face fell. "We need you to try at least." 

Minho was hurt by that because everyone knew how much he struggled with it. Nevertheless, this was his job, and he knew he had to put in some work to excel. "Okay," he nodded quietly. 

Chan placed his hand on his lower back and shook his head. "There's no need to pressure him like that. You all know I always try to include him."

"You may be the leader, but you're not the babysitter," he told him, and Minho closed his eyes in defeat, knowing Chan would be pissed now. 

"It's okay, I'll try harder. I'm sorry," he said, and Chan opened his mouth to protest. "Just let it be, please," Minho said before stepping away from them and sitting down on the sofa next to Felix. 

"What's going on?" Felix asked gently, but Minho didn't get to answer as Chan came over. 

"Why don't you stand up for yourself?" he asked, and Minho stared at him blankly. 

"You're serious right now? You do know your position as the leader is a little more secure than mine, right?" he asked defensively. 

"They're not gonna kick you out just because you tell them to fuck off once in a while," he said. 

"I got kicked before, didn't I?" he gave back and grabbed his phone. "Just stop, they're right you're not my babysitter, Chan, I can handle it." 

Chan huffed. "You're right. I'm your boyfriend, and I'm there when you're in trouble." 

Minho contorted his face. "It wouldn't have been a problem if you didn't waltz in and take over once again." 

"Now it's my fault they're telling you that stuff?" Chan asked, offended. 

"Chan. That's not what I said, and you know it," Minho sighed before pushing himself up. "Stop, okay? It's embarrassing." 

Chan stared after him as Minho left their room and closed the door a little too loudly. He took a deep breath before following him outside. Minho was leaning against the opposite wall, nervously fidgeting with his hands. "Min, come on," he said softly. 

Minho closed his eyes in defeat and shook his head. "I mean it; you're not making things easier. I know I'm shit at it, but you defending me for being shit at it makes it even more obvious."

"I was trying to help, okay? That's all," Chan said. 

"I don't want your help, okay?" Minho told him. "I love you, Channie, but I have to figure out some things on my own. Stop hovering." 

Chan looked at him for a long moment before going back inside. Minho sighed, knowing he was beyond pissed now. 

This time, Chan didn't mention him once or ask any questions to include him. He kept his distance during the game they played, and once they were done, Chan packed up his stuff. "We're going home," he told him firmly, and Minho blinked at him surprised. 

"I thought we were getting dinner with the -," he asked, but Chan's firm look made him stop. "I suppose not, then," he said, grabbing his bag. 

The others watched them nervously as Chan opened the door and let Minho out first, who waved at them with a halfhearted smile. As soon as the door closed, Minho turned toward him. "You're an asshole." 

"Excuse me?" Chan asked firmly, gently pushing him in the right direction, and kept walking next to him. 

"Why would you spoil our group dinner just because you're pissed at me? They were looking forward to it all week. I was looking forward to it." he said. 

"You're a grownup, you can still go," he shrugged, and Minho stopped walking. 

"You know what? Maybe that's a good idea," he told him. "Because you're being ridiculous right now, and I'd rather enjoy my evening instead of hiding until you calmed down." 

"Great, fuck off then," Chan said, not noticing the tears shimmering in Minho's eyes. Minho didn't answer and dropped his bag to his feet before turning on the spot and returning inside. Chan rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag before leaving. “Fucks sake,” he cursed.

Jisung watched him worriedly as he stepped inside. "You're okay?" 

"Not really, but that's between me and Chan," Minho told him, accepting the hug he offered. If there was one thing that he cared about, it was not pulling the others into their disagreements. Their relationship shouldn't weigh heavy on the group mentality. 

Two hours earlier 

Minho came back later that night, waving Changbin goodbye, who had driven him home. He sighed softly as he pulled the door close behind himself and slowly walked into the living room, spotting Chan on the sofa. "Hi," he said quietly. 

"Hey," he said, not looking up. 

"You should've come, it was fun," Minho told him gently, trying to make peace. 

"It wouldn't have been with me hovering," Chan said sourly. 

Minho nodded more to himself. "Okay," he whispered, putting his keys on the kitchen table. "How long?" 

"What?" Chan asked, irritated. 

"How long do you need until you can look at me again and talk to me without being pissed off?" he asked calmly. It wasn't meant as an insult or tease but to check his boundaries. 

Chan put his phone down and stared at him, a little startled. "What?" 

Minho closed his eyes for a moment, reminding himself to stay calm. There was no use in exploding and triggering Chan's response even more. "Listen, love," he says very gently. "I had an amazing evening, and I don't intend to ruin my mood with another unnecessary fight. I missed you there, okay?" 

"Why? I thought you don't want a babysitter?" Chan said before he could think it through. 

Hurt filled Minho's eyes as he grabbed his keys from the table. "Now you're just being mean," he told him, clearly disappointed, and made his way upstairs. 

Chan groaned at himself and leaned back into the sofa, rubbing his face. 

Now

Chan still sits on the sofa, unsure if Minho would like him to join him tonight. By now, Chan knows Minho has every right to be disappointed, and deep down, he knows he didn't mean any harm telling him to back off a little. He is still hungry and craving that amazing noodle dish, Minho made them a few days ago. But now is hardly the time to ask him for it, having no idea how he made it. 

He looks up as Minho slowly comes down the stairs, his breath hitching when he sees him. Minho is wearing nothing but boxers and a shirt he lent him, his hair framing his face beautifully. Chan is once more reminded of how effortlessly beautiful Minho is at all times. Minho's eyes meet his, and the world seems to stand still for a moment. "Min, I'm sorry," Chan says softly. 

Minho walks past him into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water. Chan gets up, hesitantly making his way over and leaning against the kitchen island opposite him. Minho puts down the glass and searches his eyes. "You had dinner yet?" he asks. 

"No," Chan shakes his head. 

Minho sighs softly and opens his arms for him. Chan doesn’t hesitate and practically throws himself into his arms, hugging him tight. Minho gently runs his hand through his hair and plants a soft kiss on his head. "I know you meant well, Channie love. It's just…" 

"I don't make it easier, I know," he nods. "I just hate seeing them treat you like that." 

Minho places his fingers beneath his chin, lifting his face. "I have you, at the end of the day, I don't care what they say," he says, rubbing his thumb across Chan's lower lip. "We both know they're right, I have to try sometimes." 

Chan smiles softly and sinks deep into his eyes. "Did I ever tell you how adorable you are when you try though?" 

Minho's eyes brighten up, his smile growing shy. "Not since we recorded Drive." 

Chan smirks, cupping his face. "Mhm, the day of our first kiss. You were too adorable to resist." 

"So that's why you finally confessed your feelings," he teases lovingly. "I don't think I ever saw you that shy again." 

Chan mindlessly brushes back his hair, caressing his cheeks. "I was scared to ruin our friendship." 

"Technically, you did," Minho grins and searches his eyes. "We're way more than that now, aren't we?" he asks and turns, kissing the palm of his hand. 

"There's just one thing that bothers me," he tells him, and Minho frowns softly. "Your last name." 

"What?" Minho blinks at him. "Go blame my parents, thank you very much," he protests, gently shoving his chest. 

Chan grins before taking his hand and mindlessly fondling his ring finger. "I intend to change it one day," he says, and Minho's eyes widen, realizing what he is on about. "When all this is over, I'll officially make you mine." 

Minho chuckles softly and rolls his eyes at him. "You're so cheesy," he giggles. 

Chan smirks and pulls something from his pocket. "Until then, I want you to hold on to this for me," he says, sliding a subtle silver ring up his finger. 

"Channie," Minho breathes out, stunned. 

"Happy birthday, Minho baby," he says sweetly after checking the time. It’s only a few minutes after midnight. 

Minho's heart is about to burst, and he pulls him in, kissing him hard on the mouth. Chan's lips crash onto his, a soft moan leaving his lips that shoots straight to Minho's stomach. He sinks his hand into his hair and presses himself close. "Love, I need you. Right now," he whispers against his lips, and Chan takes the hint. He lifts him up, chuckling as Minho wraps his legs around him. Minho kisses him heavily as Chan maneuvers his way through the living room and up the stairs. He doesn’t even bother turning on the lights and sits down at the edge of their bed. Minho straddles his lap, hands cupping his face as he kisses him passionately. Chan sinks his hand into his hair, pulling him back as his lips travel down his neck. Minho moans sweetly at the sensation and presses him closer to his skin. "Chan, sweetie," he pants, and Chan hums questioningly against his neck, sinking his teeth into his skin. "Lube. Now." 

Chan chuckles at his impatience but reaches for the table next to the bed, grabbing the lube from the drawer. Minho takes it and slips from his lap, chest heaving softly from their heavy kisses. 

Minho leans down and captures his lips in another short, soft kiss. "Take it all off," he whispers before grabbing the hem of his own shirt. 

Chan doesn’t need a second invitation and pulls Minho back down on his lap as soon as their clothes are gone. He hungrily kisses him before getting up and lowering him back on the mattress. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he tells him quietly, and Minho smiles sweetly beneath him. 

"Please don't make me wait," Minho answers just as quietly, reaching out for him. 

Chan flicks the bottle open and pours some lube on his fingers. He spreads Minho's legs, and his hand disappears between them. Chan watches his face in awe as he starts to open him up. Minho pulls him into an open-mouthed kiss, arching into him as Chan adds another finger. As soon as Minho tells him he's ready, Chan grabs a condom and prepares himself quickly. He pushes in with slow, careful movements and can’t help but groan when he is fully buried inside him. "Fuck." 

Minho beams up at him, softly burying his fingers in his hair and pants at the pleasant stretch. He takes a moment to adjust before nodding. "Okay," he whispers, and Chan starts moving. He watches him full of adoration, brushing back a curl that's already sticking to his forehead, and places his hand on his neck, thumb fondling his cheek. Minho presses their foreheads together as Chan thrusts in deep, both moaning at the feeling. "Feels so good, Channie hyung," Minho tells him, and Chan growls softly at the honorifics. 

Chan's bracing himself on his lower arms, gently playing with Minho's hair. He leans into Minho's touch as the younger one caresses his cheek, and their lips brush together, moans and soft sounds of pleasure echoing between them. Minho's head falls back, toes curling as Chan manages to hit his prostate. His hand shoots up, nails burying themselves in Chan's shoulder. A punched-out sound leaves his lips as Chan buries his nose in his neck simultaneously, gently licking the spot he previously sunk his teeth into. "I got you," Chan rasps against his skin and hits his sweet spot again. Chan watches Minho’s face flood with pleasure, lips falling open with soft whimpers and moans. Moonlight dances across his dark hair, highlighting every significant feature of his face.

Minho chases his lips, moaning into the kiss loudly, and wraps his legs around Chan’s waist. “Don’t stop,” he pants, gripping his hair tightly. “So close…”

Chan kisses a trail down his jaw, keeping the same pace as Minho’s hips start to stutter beneath him. He reaches down between their bodies, wrapping his hand around his dick and pumping him fast. “Come for me, baby. Make a mess,” he rasps into his ear, and Minho does, whimpering his name as he paints their chests. Chan picks up the pace of his thrusts, knowing Minho only likes to be overstimulated when he’s in the mood for it.

Minho smiles at him lazily as Chan falls apart above him, lovingly fondling his hair as the older one collapses onto him. They lay still for a moment, both catching their breaths before Minho speaks up again. “We could’ve done that earlier, maybe you wouldn’t have been sulking all day then..”

Chan giggles and weakly punches his arm. “Fuck you.”

“I thought you did already,” he teases, kissing his hair. “I’m joking.”

“I know,” Chan snorts before pushing himself up. “We need a shower.”

“You still need dinner as well,” Minho reminds him.

“Yeah, about that,” Chan starts, and Minho snorts softly. 

“You’re addicted to that dish already, aren’t you?” he asks, and Chan blushes. “You always are when I try something new,” he giggles. 

“You know me too well,” Chan laughs. 

“Of course I do,” he smiles smugly. “And, of course, I’ll make it for a very late dinner,” he tells him and gently pats his back. “Now get off me, you big baby, before I get too lazy to move and decide differently,” he says, laughing as Chan does so immediately. 

After their shower, in the dim light of their bathroom, Minho sees the scratch marks he left on Chan’s back and contorts his face softly. He gently brushes his fingertips over them and meets Chan’s eyes through the mirror. “I’m sorry.”

Chan smirks before turning and wrapping his arms around him. “One of the reasons I call you kitten, it’s fine,” he assures him, and Minho fondly rolls his eyes at him. “Also, I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but I can help you out with the English stuff at any time.”

Minho stares at him, amused for a moment, before squinting his eyes at him. “You know why that’s not a good idea?”

“Why?” he asks, clearly confused. 

“You’d have another excuse to fuck me stupid and blame it on me speaking English,” he smirks, and Chan’s jaw drops. 

“How is that bad?” he asks, playfully offended. 

“How is that helping with learning? I’d be distracted the whole time, and we’d get nothing done,” he protests. 

“It would work like a reward system, which is quite effective, by the way,” Chan smirks. 

“Oh wow, he’s speaking English, but somehow he can’t walk straight anymore. I wonder why,” Minho thinks out loud, and Chan starts laughing.

“Shut up, I was being nice,” he giggles. 

“I’m just being realistic,” he grins. 

“Buzzkill,” Chan snorts.

“Be nice, it’s my birthday,” Minho pouts playfully, squirming away and laughing as Chan tickles him.

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Dear, Mr. Manager (Twice NSFW Smut)

[ Sick Day Pt. 2 – See Pt. 1 ]

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

TWICE Momo Hirai x Manager!Male Reader

Tags: 3.9k words, wholesome, manager x idol, multiple creampies, phone sex, romance, mutual masturbation, caught in the act, date, squirting, slight comedy

"Hey girls... Back already?" you asked, Momo still impaled on your softening cock, her tits pressing against your chest. Jihyo, who was at the front, slowly and silently closed the door as the girls opted to wait outside till you two were done. You and Momo shared a quick and embarrassed glance as you both scrambled to get up and get dressed. However, the two of you weren't able to keep too far apart from each other, sharing a passionate kiss or two amidst the scuffle. Once you were done, you left the room as Momo stayed. She gave you a floating kiss as you left. Outside, you bumped into the rest of the girls.

"Mr. Manager!" Nayeon gasped as the others shook their heads in embarrassment and disbelief. "We expected so much better from you..." Tzuyu pouted, as she walked in with the others. Jihyo stayed behind, closing the door so the girls couldn't hear your conversation. "Y/N, I–I can't believe this..." she brought her fingers to her nose bridge, "...alright, what's done is done– I'll have a talk with Momo and see how she feels about this. If I get any semblance that she was coerced, or forced, or anything like that... You. Are. Dead. You hear me?"

Despite being her manager, Jihyo still knew how to strike fear into your heart. Perhaps it's the overall Muscle Mommy vibe. You nodded in acknowledgement of what she said. "Hope you two had a good time... we might have to request for new bedsheets now..." she sighed, waving you off. You watched as she entered the room before making haste back to your car. As you sat in your car trying to process the events of the day, you decided it was best for you to drive home and maybe give the girls some space for a bit.

About a week or so later, you get a text message from Jihyo. "Y/N, I'd like to schedule a meetup with you. It's important." Immediately, alarm bells started ringing in your head and you accepted the meetup request. As you arrived at the meetup venue, you noticed Momo and Jihyo sitting at a table. Oh shit, did you knock Momo up already? Damn, this is bad... You enter the venue and take a seat at their table, an awkward silence surrounded the three of you.

"Hello, Mr. Manager. Momo here has something she wants to tell you." Jihyo started, not doing much to help ease your anxiety about the situation. You braced yourself as Momo opened her mouth.

"Mr. Manager... I'd like to... pursue a romantic relationship with you..." Momo confessed. You sat shocked, your mouth agape. That’s it? Phew... "Momo... Are you sure? Have you spoken to Jihyo about this?"

"She has. And she is a grown woman, I can't really dictate who she wants to date, I'm not her mom. But I am here to make sure your managerial duties remain done appropriately despite being with Momo. Can we agree on that?"

"Yeah, of course. I think this will only keep me closer to you guys if you guys need any help or whatsoever."

"Good. I guess you two are dating now... Thank goodness for the lack of boundary–breaking paparazzi... I'm sure in some other universe, you two would be screwed."

"Well, we did screw each other~" Momo joked, Jihyo's face scrunching up as she cringed. "Momo, that's the worst attempt at a joke I've ever heard you say," Jihyo shook her head, playfully repulsed by Momo's terrible sense of humour.

You shared some last few exchanges before Jihyo got up, followed by yourself and Momo. As the three of you parted ways, you decided to take Momo out on a proper date. You booked a fancy restaurant, and drove Momo back to her shared apartment with Nayeon. You walked Momo up to her door as she went in to change, Nayeon gave you a flirty wave as the door opened, prompting a playful punch by Momo.

"Nice suit. You guys heading out for a date~?" Nayeon asked teasingly.

"Why yes, we are. Wanna come?" you returned the same attitude back at her. Nayeon nodded approvingly as she returned to her own activity. You couldn't help but feel nervous as you waited patiently. You've had your fun on that fateful day, but now it's the time to take things slow, and you didn't know if you were up for the challenge.

Suddenly, Momo walked out of her room, her hair flowing down onto her chest, wearing an elegant but dominating, figure–hugging blazer dress, she was absolutely stunning. Your heart skipped a beat as she approached you, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you. You stood frozen, your lips quivering.

"Momo... You look... gorgeous..." you complimented her, your eyes digesting her entire look. Nayeon gave the two of you a knowing glance as you extended your arm out to her. As Momo locked arms with you, you walked her back to your car and set off for the restaurant. Upon arriving, you were seated at your reserved table.

As you ordered, the two of you talked about everything – from your childhood to your dreams, and even shared your favorite movies, songs, and TV shows. It was a comfortable silence as you both laughed and enjoyed the small talk. The food arrived, and you took turns feeding each other, causing the other diners to give you judgmental stares.

The two of you decided to keep the PDA to a minimum as to not rile up the other guests. "Momo, are you okay with me taking this slow?" you asked, wanting to make sure she was up for a steady pace.

Momo swallowed her bite, setting the fork down before responding, "Of course. I appreciate you taking the time to get to know me outside the stage... especially since it felt like we skipped a few steps the last time..."  Her eyes shone with contentment and reminisce as her hands reached for yours under the table, her thumb caressing tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I'm excited to see what's in store for us," she added, her smile bright, showing her eagerness for the future.

As the night went on, you decided to end it with a little stargazing session. You drove to a nearby cliffside parking lot. The two of you climbed onto the hood of your car and gazed upwards into the forever–expanding vacuum that was space.

"I hope you had a good time tonight, Momo."

"I did, Mr. Manager..." she responded, her body leaning onto yours.

"Please, call me Y/N."

Momo gave you a wide and warm smile as she nodded. Before long, your lips connected under the starry night sky in a deep and loving kiss. A manager dating an idol under his name is often considered taboo, but who's really keeping up with the semantics of it all?

It was late and was about time for the both of you to get home. You helped Momo back into your car as you drove back to her apartment. "What's your address, Y/N?" Momo asked you. "I hope I'm not making you drive too far..." her burrows frowed in concern.

"Oh don't worry about it, Momo. I actually don't live too far away from you. So once I get you back home safe, I can just drive back to my place." 

"Momo, before we get to your place, I have a question for you. If we're gonna be together, I want to make sure we're on the same page. Do you want to keep this a secret for now?"

Momo thought for a moment. "I'm okay with that, for now. Let's keep it between us, Y/N." She gave you a reassuring smile, your fingers still entwined with hers as you drove. The two of you reached her apartment. After walking her up to her apartment, she unlocked her door. "You want to come in for a bit? I'm afraid that you might be too tired to drive..."

"It's alright. I'll be okay. Plus, I don't wanna bother Nayeon," your lips curled as you bid her farewell. But not before sharing a hungry kiss. You walked back to your car and drove back to your own apartment for the night. You went through your nightly routine before noticing you received several texts from Momo, with the inclusion of some spicy pictures.

You laid in bed, your phone illuminating the room as you scrolled through Momo's texts. You bit your bottom lip as you admired the pictures she had sent. Before you knew it, your phone buzzed, a notification that Momo was calling you.

Your heart raced as you answered the call, "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N..." Momo whispered, her voice sensual and inviting. "I'm going to do something naughty~ Wanna see?"

"Oh? And what might that be?" You replied, trying to maintain your composure.

"I'm taking off my dress..." she whispered, as she turned her video feed on. She placed the phone on her bed, leaning against the wall as she continued, "...and I want you to describe to me how hard you're getting just by watching me~"

Your breath hitched, the sight of Momo sensually stripping before you, her body on full display, was enough to send a surge of heat to your cock. "Momo, just the thought of you standing there, your dress sliding down, revealing your beautiful body... Let alone getting to watch it? I'm already at attention, baby... Aching to be inside you..."

Momo continued to undress herself and before long, you watched as the dress she wore to your date fell, pooling at her ankles. "It's off, Y/N. I'm standing here, all naked for you... you're making me so wet just by talking to me~" her voice was breathy, her need for you evident in her tone.

Your breathing grew heavy, your hand already making its way to your growing erection through your boxers. "Fuck... I wish I was there with you, Momo... I would worship your body, starting from your neck, making my way down, tracing my tongue along your collarbone, kissing those gorgeous, soft tits... It pisses me off that I can't..."

Momo moaned out loud, "Yes, Y/N, keep going. Make me feel it."

"I'd take one of your nipples into my mouth and hold it steady with my teeth. I'd be sucking on it, flicking my tongue over it, making you moan. And then I'd move to the other one, repeating the same until you're begging for more."

"Oh, Y/N..." Momo's voice trembled, "Please, please continue..."

You watched as Momo shifted onto her bed, adjusting the camera so it would capture the sight of her beautiful flaps as she began rubbing her body, the distinct sound of fingers against skin. 

"Fuck... Y/N, don't stop..." Momo began pleasuring herself as you continued to paint her a picture of your desires. "I'd slide my hand down, my fingers now trailing along the crease of your waist, feeling the curve of your hips. My hand would continue down, arriving at your wet slit, my fingers now parting your soft folds..."

"Y/N– Y/N, please... I need more..." Momo's voice was desperate, her need for you tangible through the phone.

"I would slide three fingers deep inside you, feeling your walls clench around me. I'd thrust my fingers in and out, mimicking the way I'd be pounding you if I was there, our bodies moving in perfect sync, my finger sliding in and out, your moans getting louder and louder."

"Y/N– That's it– Mmmh~" Momo's moans grew more intense, "Y/N, I can't... I can't, I'm going to–"

Her voice cut off as she threw her head back. Her cries of pleasure echoed out in her room. You watched as she squirted onto her phone, her body succumbing to the pleasure you'd given her. That squirt turned you on so much that it sent your hand moving faster around your erection, your shaft slick with precum as you prepared for your own climax. "Fuck– Momo, your voice... I'm gonna c–cum..."

Your bodies were in sync, both of you reaching your peaks, the sounds of your climaxes filling your rooms, your breathing heavy as you both came down from your high. "Momo..." You whispered, your hand still wrapped around your softening dick.

"Y/N..." Momo replied, her voice hazy and spent. "That was... amazing..."

"Momo, I don't want to bother Nayeon, but if it's alright with you, I can come back over, and we can continue from where we left off."

Momo hesitated for a moment. "I... I'd love that. But please, be quiet. Nayeon's a light sleeper."

You chuckled, "Oh no... I'm not sure I'll be able to keep quiet while you're riding me..."

You hung up, quickly slipping into a pair of shorts, throwing your hard–on back into your underwear. You drove back to Momo's apartment, your heart racing as you approached the door. You messaged her to let you know you've arrived. A few soft footsteps later, Momo opened the door, her eyes wide in surprise. "You came back~". Her tone was playful, her gaze traveling down to the bulge in your shorts. You slipped inside, moving with the grace of a stealthy ninja. You smirked, "I'll do my best to be quiet, baby~" you whispered, as you stepped inside, closing the door softly behind you.Momo guided you to her room.

Momo's hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, yanking it down slightly as her hands gripped your erection. She began stroking it slowly. "Mmm... I can't wait to have you inside me, Y/N."

You helped Momo onto the bed, your lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss, your hands trailing down her body, exploring her curves as you kissed her. Your tongue dueled with hers, your bodies eager to have each other. You guided Momo to lie down, your hand moving to her core. "Momo, you ready?"

"Y/N, I've been waiting for you all night..." She replied breathlessly.

You grinned, positioning yourself between her legs. "I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you... Do you want me to take you?"

"Y/N, yes... Take me." Momo's eyes pleading with yours, her body inviting you in.

You lined yourself up with her entrance, letting out a slow but purposeful thrust, your body merging with hers. You both moaned, the pleasure between you unmistakable. Momo's hands gripping your back, her hips meeting with yours.

Pleasure coursed through you both, the delicious sound of skin slapping against skin, your thrusts deep, your hips rolling in sync with hers, your bodies lit by the moonlight streaming in from the window, the two of you coming together in a dance of passion. 

"Momo– you feel so good..." you moaned softly as your lips began to claim hers. You both reached for each other, your fingertips digging into her flesh, the two of you locked in each other's gaze, your hips slamming into each other, a carnal symphony of pleasure.

Your breath hitched, your release imminent. "Momo..." you stammered, your thrusts growing faster, your body trembling.

"Y/N... Do it, let go inside me... Fill me up... my dear, Mr. Manager~" Momo encouraged, her eyes bright with lust, the two of you hurtling towards the edge.

You met her gaze, your thrusts hitting harder, your release taking over, your body shuddering, her name escaping your lips, both of you melding together as you came, your body spasms rippling through you, your release coating Momo's insides.

Momo's body shivered, her moans mufflered by your chest, your hearts beating as one. You collapsed on top of her, your breaths heavy and ragged. You gazed into each other's eyes as you two let out a few more sultry moans. Your lips connected once more in a desperate kiss as you hear banging from the next room over.

"FUCK– Y/N– NNNGHH~!"

Both you and Momo turned your heads slowly towards the wall, your mouths hanging in confusion and intrigue.

"Mmmh– Fuck... Shit, I just squirted all over the floor–" the voice suddenly paused, "–wait, can you guys hear me?"

You turned your head away and chuckled as Momo pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yes. Nayeon– have you been listening to us the whole time?"

The voice went silent for a little. "Yeah, you kinda woke me up when you guys decided to have phone sex."

You broke out into a hearty laugh, unsure to be embarrassed or amused by the situation. Momo seemed to be playfully annoyed.

"Goddamn– you guys should do this here more often... maybe let me watch... that'd be nice, yeah..."

As Nayeon ran off to grab tissues from the kitchen, you and Momo shared another deep kiss before drifting off to sleep in each others' arms. The following day, you woke up and slowly detangled yourself from Momo so she wouldn't be startled awake. You gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before draping a blanket over her nude body. You made your way to the bathroom to freshen up for the morning. On the way, you pass by Nayeon's room.

"Mmmh– Nngh– Y/N... Just like that..." she seemed to be mumbling something in her sleep. Following your shower, you lent a bathrobe and headed to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. About an hour or so went by and the two girls finally awoke, Momo first and then Nayeon. Momo looked well–rested but Nayeon had an expression you couldn't describe. She stumbled over to the seats at the kitchen counter and waited for Momo to shower.

"Good morning, Nayeon. How was your sleep?"

"Morning Y/N– I mean, Mr. Manager... I take it as only Momo and Jihyo can call you that... but I only managed to sleep at like 3AM."

"I appreciate it, thank you. Oh no, why's that?"

Nayeon rubbed her eyes, before folding her arms on the counter and dropping her head onto them.

"I spent the whole night touching myself... to you."

You froze for a bit, your cheeks flushed. What a forward girl... In a way, you admired her honesty... but maybe some extra PR lessons in case... "W–Well, I'm flattered. But you know my current relationship with Momo, correct?"

She nodded, her eyes struggling to open. "I just wanna listen, is all. It's hot– You're both hot."

Your mouth hung open for a little, unsure of what to say. She's so blunt– Just then, Momo sauntered out of the bathroom, the towel she had on wrapping around her curves. She gave a slight wink before heading back into her room to get changed.

You gestured for Nayeon to head to the showers since Momo is out. She groggily dragged herself off the counter and waddled over to the bathroom. You shook your head slightly, amused at the different personalities of girls you've found yourself managing.

As you laid the breakfast out, Momo waltzed out of her room and walked over to you. She gave the breakfast a big sniff before turning to you and wrapping her arms around your neck. She pulled you into a spicy kiss as your hands gripped onto her waist gently.

"Mmmh~ Good morning, Y/N~ Is all this for me?"

"Well, you've gotta share some of it with Nayeon."

Momo gave you a teasing pout before grabbing a plate and picking which dishes she wanted to take. She playfully wiggled her plump jeans–clad ass in front of you like bait on the end of a fishing line. Tried as you might, but you couldn't resist her allure. You grabbed onto her hips and quickly pulled your cock out from its confines.

"Sorry, Momo... You're just irresistible..."

"Oh–!" Momo gasped as she felt the sudden sensation of your hands on her hips. Her surprise slowly turned into desire as you began to bend her over the counter. She placed her plate on the counter as a smirk appeared on her lips.

Momo let out a low, sultry moan, "Oh, Y/N~" as you freed her from her jeans, her ass now bared for you. You gave it a tight smack before letting your cock prob her entrance, her slick walls eagerly taking you in. Her moans grew louder, her hips gyrating as you slid in and out slowly.

"Ahhh, Y/N~" she cried out, the ruffles on her shirt fluttering. They danced with each thrust as her tits swayed beneath her shirt, the sound of your hips slamming against her plump ass filling the room.

"Mmmm– Fuck, Y/N..." she moaned, her voice shaking. "You feel... so fucking good..." Her words were punctuated by gasping breaths as you slammed into her, the kitchen counter digging into her chest, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust.

"Gnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don't stop..." Momo's voice was desperate, her hands clawing at the counter, her body tensing with each thrust.

Your pace was frantic, your thrusts driving her towards ecstasy, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Momo's moans escalating. "Fuck, Momo, I'm close..." you warned, your grip tightening on her hips.

"Y/N... Y/N, let it out... let it out inside me... Pump me full~" She begged, her voice thick with lust.

Hearing her request, you tangled your fingers in her low, messy ponytail and yanked it towards you, her head tilting back as her moans echoed. "Oh my, so rough~"

You hammered into Momo, your climax beginning to flow, the two of you approaching your own orgasms. Her moans grew louder, her body tightening around you. "Momo, I'm cumming..."

"Do it– Do it, baby~" she cried out. With that, your release took over, your thrusts hitting harder, your body shuddering. "Y/N~! Fill me up, Mr. Manager~ Pump all that seed into me~" your name escaping her lips as your release flooded her insides. Her body shivered, her moans muffling against the counter as you came together, your hearts beating as one.

You collapsed on her back, your breaths ragged. You held her close, lost in the afterglow. "Momo, you're incredible, I fucking love you..." you whispered, your heart racing.

The two of you slowly detangled and straightened yourselves out as Nayeon groggily walked out of the bathroom and back into her room. You helped Momo grab a plate of the breakfast you made, your lips connecting once more, your tongues exploring each other, savoring each other's taste. "Let's eat, baby," you said, gently guiding her to the table.

Momo's face was flushed, her eyes bright. "Yes, Y/N– let's eat." She smiled, the two of you sitting down to breakfast, your hands entwining as you enjoyed the morning calm.

Not long later, Nayeon joined the two of you at the table, grabbing her own plate. Her widened eyes suggested that your food tasted amazing. "Damn, Momo– you should have Mr. Manager here more often. We'd be eating so good."

You let out a chuckle as you finished your plate. You looked at Momo and asked if she'd wanted to join you to go run some errands. She nodded excitedly and went to grab her purse. You were left with Nayeon once more.

"Do you wanna come?"

"Oh– uhh, no thanks. I'll stay behind to finish the rest of the breakfast."

You both shared a laugh before Momo walked out with her belongings in hand. You stood up, locked arms with Momo and headed out. The two of you wandered around a nearby shopping mall together as you ran your errands. That was when you saw a familiar face.

"Mina?"

"Momo!"

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]