Open My Eyes | Hyunchan

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For those of you who continue to read my shitty work, this will be redone at 10k and I am currently rewriting it anyways.
The TW in this is sa/rape and I think there's mentions of self harm as well

But, I do appreciate all of the love and support this shit book has gotten, as at the time that I wrote it, Hyunchan was my favorite ship. So, thank you!
If you didn't read before, right now it is versatile Hyunchan, idk about D/s relationships yet.
So, expect this to be cringy and outdated. I hope you read my drabble or oneshot books instead as this was written what, seven months ago??
Anygays, enjoy~

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Chan Bang is your average high school dropout: no money, shitty apartment, shitty life, one horny motherfucker, and struggling to keep a job at the age of twenty. But he also has his secrets.

"I cannot accept this," Michela, the boss at the retail store stated. Plopping his paperwork on the table and sighing. "You cannot put anything about your being bisexual, a switch, and kinky on a work resume, Chan!"

"I just wanted to check in with you before I applied for work at that gym across the street," he whined towards his best friend, whom he has been friends with since fourth grade. 

"And it appears to be necessary, doesn't it?" She threw her hands up in the air, the unopened store law quiet as it wasn't dawn yet. 

"I suppose," he began. "But I want them to know everything about me, you know?"

"We all have our fantasies," Michela stated, getting lost with something in her head. 

"Says a lesbian."

She huffed in friendly annoyance and let out a meaningless laugh. "At least I'm not getting dicked down." 

"It could be pegging or a strap on."

"The fuck, I know about that dimwit."

He smiled and stretched, his white, scandalous shirt lifting up and showing his six pack to the world. "I know you do; you use it after all. But I kind of want a hot brat this time. Someone who can swing both ways, be submissive and whiny but also choke me and chain me in return." 

She smiled quickly, "I know about that. You tell me every once in a while." She huffed, "what are you gonna do bout' these papers?"

"Whatever you tell me to do with them."

"Might as well do it here," she said. "It's almost my nap time anyways."

He glanced at the clock that hung above the door. "It's half past two, Mi." 

"You don't sleep unless you just jerked off - or things like it - and I don't sleep." Her feet hit the desk; green high heels clanked against the scrawny metal. "I nap."

"Like a pussy."

"Okay you fucker-"

"I fuck and get fucked."

"Cunt."

"Bottom."

She grabbed the papers that were luckily clipped together and threw them at his head, hitting dead on. "I take archery lessons, dickhead."

"I love both dick and head," he said. "I will do as you said, Miss Tina." 

"Who the fuck is Tina?" But by the time the question had slipped from Michela's lips, Chan had dashed with his papers and was now in the apartment building directly above the store.

The musty air was livable with a fan in every room, blinds and curtains kept the unwanted temperatures out, a stray cat kept him company every few hours, and the apartment being one out of two apartments in the entire building, he was free.