Down The Rabbit Hole And What They Found There - [Bang Chan, Lee Know]

Dancing With A Stranger

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Spinning, spinning, spinning. Skin, skin, skin. Fuck, this is even worse than insonnia. Why can't his mind just stop moving? He tries to concentrate on how it feels to have Alice's head on his chest, how soft her hair feels in his hand and how her bodywash smell (nectarines, he saw the bottle in the bathroom) must be able to lull him to sleep. But his clothes are pricking at his skin and his mind can't fucking stop twirl and also, his thoughts are still skimming around; he thinks about what he heard her say, how out of it he was when paparazzi showed up in front of her hotel and he did nothing or even just noticed it, how mad Binnie was that she got him high (which isn't true, but talk to him about is the next thing he's going to do), how the episode recording chat went with Minho. Also, how Alice and Minho behaviours changed in a matter of hours was still a mistery for him so he's also trying to think about all the little things he had might missed before and maybe he-

"How can you be so tense-" Alice groggy voice reached his ears before he realized how she had started to sit up next to him, barely visible in the dark room, only the moonlight peaking inside the room, enlighting only half of her face, while Chan blushed on being caught still being awake, "-after smoking pot? It's impossible, I checked that." she questioned, a hand lightly scracthing over his stern with defined nails, sending shivers over his skin but not enough to have him loose his cool. Yet.

"Guess-" he cleared his throat, "guess I'm talented, eh eh" he joked, but for the way she studied his entire figure it made him realized that her question was more serious that he thought.

"Sorry, don't worry, didn't mean to w-"

"Take your shirt off." Alice ordered, which made Chan's banters stop. He chocked on his own spit, blinking copiously to try to get used to pitch black room. As sensing his thoughs, Alice's moved around and turn on the nightstand lamp.

"I-" Chan scoffed, shaking his head in confusion. This is weird. "If you wanted to get me nak-" he tried to start jokingly but Alice interrupted him promptly.

"I would've had you tied up and crying on this very bed, right now. Come on, i'm not going to sexually assault you, yet."

Chan narrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side, still confused. He brought the top specifically to not be weird and not make her uncomfortable, why would he-

"Christopher." she whispered with a scolding tone, which fully get him out of his overthinking.

"Uh, Alice?" he tried, his loopsided smirk showing against his will. The fuck is going on? She tilted her head to the side, just before scooting closer. She eyed him un and down, which made him realized that he had might seem more tense that he meant it. Her hand took place on the side of his neck, the other one on his waist to take leverage, as the hand on his neck swimmed over his back, between his shoulders. To do that Alice had to get on her knees and Chan had to avert his eyes to look down there. Stop being a pervert!

Her fingertips dugged right into some hard muscles and Chan yelped. He instinctively jerked away, lifting an hand over the sore point to ease the pain.

"Yeah, exactly. Take off your shirt and get on your stomach," she ordered and Chan was up to question more but she immediately continued, "don't try to act shy, people keep dming me gif of you lifting your shirt, come on".

Chan is still confused, but at this point the fabric is itching on his skin for the ammount of mention it got, so he sighed and decided to trust his gut and in one move he removed the top, chilly air hitting on his the skin on his chest, nipples kindly getting annoyed by the sudden exposure. He's not ashamed of his body, surely, he built it that way - sure, he would like to add a little more muscles, get big the way his idols are, be a man. But yeah, he knows he's built.