#Chan headcanons
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soobnny · 5 months ago
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dating him | bang chan
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❝ have i told you how beautiful you look this morning? ❞
CHAN | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin
chan as ur bf wow congratulations
it’s giving strangers to lovers if i’m being fr
u just meet on a random tuesday like nothing out of the ordinary
conversation is made and for SOME reason, chan always feels the cogs in his head stop turning when he’s talking to u
like it feels like he’s constantly on the run all the time so how come with u it’s so different
what did u do to him
well wtvr long story short, he FELL
fell hard
now he’s ur bf
ok hear me out
perk #1: unlimited supply of his hoodies
he’d love it too .. when u wear his hoodie
doesn’t even try to act upset or bothered that u’re stealing his clothes
sometimes he’s the one to even put it on ur bed so u can wear it after u shower
or when u’re coming home from the dorm and when u open ur bag .. oh! his hoodie!
“ah, i must’ve misplaced it 😅😅😅”
yeaaaaaaaaah sure
sure u misplace the hoodie in ur very pink bag instead of his black bag
u’re not very slick christopher bang
u don’t mind tho
his hoodies are always xxxxl in size and it smells like him
perk #2: u have ur own man wife
that man knows how to do everything
he can fix ur sink, build u a table, put oil on ur doorknobs so they don’t harden, can clean, like what can’t he do
have u seen hometown cha cha cha? he’s giving very Chief Hong in his skills
(minho does too but we’ll talk about him in his post)
oh, did i mention he can cook too
one of his favorite little mini dates is when u just go thru cookbooks together
and then … cook
i’m sorry this man is a sucker for domestic things like this
and cooking together means u also grocery shop together
a fun challenge he made up is where u pick up random ingredients and try to make something decent out of it
maaaaaan he’s just giving husband
anyways back to cooking
imagine him in the kitchen right
and he’s tasting something new he made
ofc u’re curious too cos wow whatever the hell he’s making smells and looks good
when you try to ask him if you can taste it, he’d KISS you
“how do you like it? 😏😏😏”
😳😳😳😳
he’s getting bold
he does strike me as shy at first in relationships
and then when u’re together for long, u’re like damn this man kinda freaky
perk #3: his dog
berry loves u
like sometimes even more than chan
(it’s bc u give her extra treats when u can)
u walk his dog together early in the morning
it’s kind of become routine
u’d just get out of bed with messy hair and still in ur pajamas while chan is perfectly ready bc he loves waking up early when he can
u don’t even care that u look like a mess
bc chan always reminds u how beautiful u are every morning
so … messy hair and pajamas … putting the leash on berry and walking outside
it’d just be quiet mostly on the walk
there’s no need for conversation with chan sometimes
chan would say he finally knows what peace means after meeting u
his favorite scene ever is coming home and finding u asleep on the couch with berry
he has a million pictures of that on ur phone
like different days, same scene
sets it as his lockscreen even
on nights u can spend together, u enjoy watching cringy christmas movies w him
cue recreating the scenes
except it’s a massive failure bc both of u just can’t stop laughing
u especially love those christmas movies one
“I DONT HAVE A TWIN WE CANT RECREATE THE PRINCESS SWITCH”
u end up just falling asleep together
ofc not without cuddling and intimate kisses
chan finds he sleeps easier bc of u
he used to always find it so difficult to fall asleep before
so how come it’s as easy as closing his eyes now
btw u two most probably have promise rings
and he most probably wears it as a necklace
and he loves hugging u from behind
chan loves being able to nuzzle his cheek on ur back and hold u
he’d probably do that thing where u’re unaware and then BAM a pair of arms around ur waist
his chin on ur shoulder
oh Wow….. wow i just made myself crazy thinking about that
he’d lean in to kiss ur neck or ur chin bc it’s closest access
and he’d just look at whatever the hell u’re doing
chan loves looking at u
does that sound creepy
he just loves observing u ok !!!!!!
esp when u’re doing something u love
his heart goes 💗💞💕💕💝💘💖💞💓💓
bc that’s his baby
he just adores u tbh
u could just be standing there and chan’s looking at u with heart eyes
anyways whatever CONGRATULATIONS
u guys will probably last forever bc he’s whipped and so in love
he’s giving me the More In Love vibe
like when he falls, he FALLS
happy 4 u
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starlostseungmin · 6 months ago
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husband!chan
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✰ notes: the second entry of husband!skz series!! this is just for the meantime since my brain is still not ready to write a lot. i hope you guys enjoy!! not proofread. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33
seungmin( chan )lee know , jeongin , han , changbin , felix , hyunjin.
Husband Chan who got down on one knee and asked, “Will you marry me?” on a private beach—just the two of you—because it was his ideal proposal and you gladly said yes. 
Husband Chan who took you to (name of country) for your honeymoon. 
Husband Chan who would take you to Sydney for a vacation and meet his family. 
Husband Chan who suggested to make Berry as your child while you were still thinking about having literal kids. It doesn’t matter how long, he only needs you and Berry to make him happy.
Husband Chan who has seven children to feed and declare you as his wife. 
Husband Chan who puts you first before everything. 
Husband Chan who loves to send pictures with the caption “For your eyes only,” and giggles to himself while reading your replies saying how much he looks cute or handsomeーhe can imagine your reactions. 
Husband Chan who loves movie nights and lets you decide which one you’d be watching so you better wear the most comfortable clothes and prepare a bucket of popcorn. 
Husband Chan who cooks you a lot of food and loves spoon-feeding you because you are his precious baby. 
Husband Chan who pretends he doesn’t know about you stealing his hoodies. He doesn’t mind and gets all giddy when you wear them since they look cute on you. “I’m not giving them back,” You said. “What’s mine is yours, baby,” He smiled. 
Husband Chan who invites you out on a dinner date on a casual weekend because he knows you would enjoy it. After dinner you would stroll around the city, holding hands. 
Husband Chan who carries you to your shared bed when he finds you sleeping on the couch while waiting for him to come home from work. 
Husband Chan who writes love songs about you and gets teased by Han and Changbin. 
Husband Chan who gives you the silent treatment but can’t put up with it for hours so he just pretends nothing happened and cuddles you. 
Husband Chan who knows what exactly you want when you’re upset and would gladly take you in his arms. He never leaves your side unless you want some space but you can’t be away from him for too long. 
Husband Chan who scolds you when you are not resting enough when he’s out there overworking himself. You decided that both of you should take a few days off which he willingly agreed to so he can spend more time with you. 
Husband Chan who lets himself be vulnerable when he’s with you because you’re the only one with whom he could let it all out. 
Husband Chan who loves to spoil you with hugs whenever you need them. 
Husband Chan who listens and understands whatever situation and dilemmas you have without any judgments rather he reassures you that everything will be okay. He gives you his full support for your decisions. 
Husband Chan who knows everyone in the industry so he knows a lot of controversies. He would share them with you on a random Sunday to gossip and giggle. 
Husband Chan who loves to make dad jokes and relays pick-up lines just to make you laugh. He gets embarrassed when it’s not funny so he hides in the bathroom until you get over it.
Husband Chan whose love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and acts of service. 
Husband Chan who has the most precious smile and laughs adorably makes your heart leap. 
Husband Chan whom you love the most in the world and will not let anything hurt him. 
Husband Chan whom you want to spend the rest of your life with, forever and always. 
Husband Chan who will never leave, never lets you go, and never allow you to divorce him because there’s no reason to begin with. He loves you, you love him, same story. 
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seungcheorry · 11 days ago
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dino will be damned if he doesn't spend some time with you. his body longs for you just as much as his heart, and he knows he can literally fall down to his knees if he spends another moment away from you.
so when he's back from tour, he makes sure to let you know that you're his for the weekend. no invitations, no phones allowed, just you and him.
dino locks the door as soon as you're both home on friday night. he makes sure to let his family, friends and manager know that he's okay, he'll just be away from his phone for a bit - and then he vanishes for two whole days.
he does because he's too busy pampering you, and i'm talking full spa experience. dino washes your hair, so you wash his too; he tries to get your nails done in a deep blue nail polish he found abroad, but he's a disaster at it - and he pouts as he apologizes.
he does because he's too busy catching up with you, cooking dinner side by side with you as you tell him whatever he has missed while being away. dino remembers that last scene your cousin caused because of that old family beef, but what happened after that? please tell him.
he does because he's too busy napping with you, waking up at 11pm just to eat a snack, and then going back to sleep again. and then-
he does because he's too busy making love to you, his body asking for attention at an ungodly hour, and not letting you sleep till the break of dawn.
but, most importantly, dino does because he loves you. so dearly, so much, so deeply. he could spend the rest of his days locked up with you.
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astralis-ortus · 5 months ago
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you are my sunshine
✱ a bang chan headcanon
— you'll never know, dear, how much i love you.
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w.count → 0.6k genre → slice of life, fluff warning → just watching chan (chris) being a parent :> a.n → something light because brain.exe couldn't handle words atm :> also, would you believe me if i said the actual idea behind this was this specific tiktok... lolㅠ ⋆ see masterlist
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growing up, you were always sure you didn’t want to have any kids. you have your reasons, but ultimately, you’re scared you couldn’t be the kind of parents you wanted to be and you don’t want another soul to have to bear those sort of consequences after your inability to be one. you should be the one carrying them, even if it meant people will judge you for it.
being together with chris, however, had changed your mind.
no, not because he coaxed you into wanting one or anything like that—you knew he wanted to have kids, but he wasn’t even bothered when you told him about the matter when the topic of marriage came up. but then, whenever you see him doing even the most mundane of things... you just knew you’d be just fine raising a child together with him.
chris would be very hands on as soon as your baby arrives. he knows the best temperature for the baby formula, he knows how to wash and sterilize the baby bottle, he knows how to change your baby’s diaper—heavens, sometimes you even wondered if chris was a walking encyclopedia for any baby related matters.
chris would also be the one taking care of your baby throughout the night. ‘i’m already up anyway, you deserve the night’s sleep’ he reasoned, and being a man of his words, you would actually sleep through the night as chris would go as far as setting a bassinet in his home studio to make sure he’d be able to keep an eye on your baby while he works.
as your child grew up, chris would make sure to attend as many of the parents-teacher meeting as he possibly could. he knew the nature of his work would cause him to be away for quite a period of time when he had to, but he when he could, he would even collude with your kid to ask you to let their dad be the one to take part for the next meeting. he just loved to be present when he could, and you could see it through the way he laugh with your kid.
your child’s puberty hits chris the hardest—your kid did not grow distant in any kind, they still look for their parents a lot, but for chris who used to be attached to your kid like a stamp on an envelope, letting your kid learn how to slowly become their own person felt like he’s slowly losing the little sunshine who used to only look for him. chris knew it’s going to happen eventually, but for the time being, he’ll keep himself busy with the tons of pictures and videos he took when his baby was younger.
another big wave of blue hits when chris had to send off your now young adult child to college. chris wouldn’t let you nor your child see, but you know the tears his studio had seen after you two had gone home from the airport, mere hours after your child flew thousands of miles away to chase after their dreams. despite the amount of calls and texts your family groupchat exchanged, it wasn’t the same without your child being home.
lastly, chris would finally let his tears be known when he had to let his little sunshine start off their own little family. the realization that the little baby who once fits in his arms is now ready to become a parent themselves were proven a little too overwhelming for chris—but everyone understood. everyone saw the mountain that is chris’ love for his child, and they understood.
not to worry, though—because now whenever your child visits with their own little bean,
chris had found himself another sunshine to take care of.
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catiuskaa · 1 year ago
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music to my ears —bf!chan thoughts
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A/N: the bf!thoughts series is finished! I’m so happy I could finish it. I had so much fun coming up with these lil scenarios. Feel free to check them all out, they’re all linked in my masterlist!
(because he’s so gentle and so lively and represents the embodiment of the word «comfort» ㅠㅠ<3)
chan, who’s thrilled to hear that his partner, you, enjoys rap and music with almost as much passion as him.
chan, who often takes you to the studio, sometimes with the rest of the kids, others just him and you, perhaps 3racha too, and asks your opinion from time to time, shoving aside your several comments regarding your lack of knowledge in the field.
chan, that one day randomly approaches you as you get out of the shower, puppy eyes shyly staring at you like everytime he does when he wants to ask you a favour. You smile, not putting pressure in him.
chan, who finally mutters that he heard you sing in the shower, and claims that your voice fits perfectly on something that he has been working on, wondering if you’d be up to try out recording!
chan, who teaches you in the booth how to sing so that the mic catches your voice better, who explains the pace, the breathing, the tone, the exact way he wants you to deliver your short lyrics, yet showing how much the smallest details matter to him.
chan, who, as he does with the rest of the members, turns on the mic so you can hear him giggle when your voice cracks.
chan, who happily encourages your shenanigans, letting you sing any lyrics that come up to mind as you quickly end up comfortably laughing and following his guidelines, your cheeks red and hurting from smiling and laughing so much.
chan, who stares at you more than at the computer screen —where he should actually be looking—, snorting when he notices that his headphones look too big on your head, one of your hands holding them in place as you sing.
chan, who blushes, sheepish smile with dimples on display when you spot him staring, and you tease him, muttering through the mic. “jagi, you’re staring. Am I that bad?” You joke, and he giggles, hiding his face behind his hands in a timid manner, never getting tired of your humour.
chan, who makes you step out of the recording booth, takes his big headphones off of you and plants a loving smooch on your lips.
chan, who after several recordings, changes your contact on his phone as “my worldstar<3.”
(short take on chan thoughts because it’s chan, idk, and besides, I HAVE ONLY ONE EXAM LEFT UGH I AM SO HAPPY)
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haowrld · 2 months ago
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SEVENTEEN AS ARCTIC MONKEYS SONGS
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NOTES : seventeen headcanon, music recs
WORD COUNT : 0.9k words
WARNINGS : none!
A/N : i love svt and i love arctic monkeys so uhh also this is just mostly just vibes and me going crazy lol it honestly makes me want to make a fic with these songs
MASTERLIST
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seventeen as arctic monkeys playlist (check it out 🗯️)
SEUNGCHEOL
I WANNA BE YOURS : secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought, maybe i just wanna be yours, i wanna be yours, i wanna be yours.
this song is full of yearning, it just fits seungcheol so well since he has such a large presence but it still brings a sense of comfort.
JEONGHAN
BODY PAINT : straight from the cover shoot, still a trace of body paint, on your legs and on your arms and on your face, and i'm keepin' on my costume (keeping on), i'm callin' it a writin' tool, and if you're thinkin' of me, i'm probably thinkin' of you.
very simple instrumentals but the way it flows just really suits jeonghan. lyrics oddly remind me of jeonghan and how smart he usually is on certain occasions.
JOSHUA
CORNERSTONE : and i elongated my lift home, yeah, i let him go the long way round, i smelt your scent on the seatbelt, and kept my shortcuts to myself.
the music has a super sweet and has a nostalgic feeling to it. i honestly think this is such a joshua thing if you read the lyrics, it’s pretty angsty honestly, but the song still has such a beautiful instrumentals that i eat it up …
JUNHUI
SECRET DOOR : and the secret door swings behind us, she's saying nothing, she's just giggling along, even if they were to find us, i wouldn't notice, i'm completely occupied.
there’s something so wen junhui abt this song like it doesn’t make sense. the sudden drums that enter in the music or just the drums in general and the effects behind it with the bass is such a good part of the music
SOONYOUNG
KNEE SOCKS : the late afternoon, the ghost in your room, that you always thought didn't approve, of you knockin' boots, never stopped you lettin' me get hold, of the sweet spot by the scruff of your, knee socks.
again with the banger instrumental and the bridge BRO. the lyrics on the other hand (i actually dk what it’s on abt lol) but they have some of my favorite lyrics
WONWOO
ARABELLA : my days end best when the sunset gets itself behind, that little lady sittin' on the passenger side, it's much less picturesque without her catchin' the light, the horizon tries, but it's just not as kind on the eyes, as arabella, oh, as arabella.
wonwoo is so arabella, like ik it’s about a person but the lyrics just remind me of a person who’s mysterious and shit, and wonwoo is an enigma
JIHOON
PILEDRIVER WALTZ : you look like you've been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel, and sat in the back booth by the pamphlets and the literature on how to lose, your waitress was miserable and so was your food, if you're gonna try and walk on water, make sure you wear your comfortable shoes.
calm song and such a vibe as hell, this is honestly so woozi, and the lyrics is pretty silly but they are still pretty good 😋
MINGHAO
DO I WANNA KNOW? : crawlin' back to you, ever thought of callin' when, you've had a few? 'cause I always do, maybe I'm too, busy bein' yours, to fall for somebody new, now i've thought it through, crawlin' back to you.
do i have even anything else to say abt this…? i might make a fic (i wish)
MINGYU
505 : i'm going back to 505, if it's a seven-hour flight or a 45-minute drive, in my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs.
the beginning part has me on chokehold, THIS is why it’s such a popular song and i think it’s just so kim mingyu bro
SEOKMIN
FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT : you used to get it in your fishnets, now you only get it in your night dress, discarded all the naughty nights for niceness, landed in a very common crisis, everything's in order in a black hole, nothing seems as pretty as the past though, that bloody mary's lacking in tabasco, remember when you used to be a rascal?
although the lyrics are a little CRAZY i pretty much chose the song over the fun beat and vibes for dokyeom hehe
SEUNGKWAN
THERE’D BETTER BE A MIRRORBALL : so if you wanna walk me to the car, you oughta know i'll have a heavy heart, so can we please be absolutely sure, that there's a mirrorball?
it has pretty deep instrumentals plus the vocals are so soft and smooth, and seungkwan totally has the softness around it, im kind of into it LOL
VERNON
R U MINE? : i go crazy 'cause here isn't where i wanna be, and satisfaction feels like a distant memory, and i can't help myself, all i wanna ever say is, "are you mine?"
this just reminds me so much of vernon when he was in his black eye era, lyrics sounds desperate and shit i just think abt black eye with the guitar just going brrr
CHAN
STOP THE WORLD CAUSE I WANNA GET OFF WITH YOU : well, i know that getting you alone isn't easy to do, with the exception of you, i dislike everyone in the room, and i don't wanna lie, but i don't wanna tell you the truth, get the sense that you're on the move, and you'll probably be leaving soon, so i'm telling you
this is my favorite song from them, including fluorescent adolescent, and it sounds like a pretty romantic song and just this is so chan honestly idk how it has such good feel around it
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writingforstraykids · 1 year ago
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All the times you fell in love with Chan
Pairing: Chan x femReader (mention of Minho | short mention of ot8)
Word Count: 3505
Summary: Falling for Chan has happened in small stages, and some moments stuck out: making time for you after his live streams, taking care of you as you're on your period, teaching you how to slow dance and many more...
Warnings/Tags: fluff, friends to lovers, cuddles, mentions of insomnia
A/N: Just a collection of short drabbles/scenarios with Chan🤭~ Moon🌙
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You’ve known Chan your whole life and growing up you tried not to think of him as more than your big brother and best friend. Nevertheless, you found yourself falling for him steadily and thinking back there are a few moments only increasing your feelings for him…
One
Chan smiles softly, watching you fool around with Seungmin and Minho, smacking a pillow onto the first's head. Minho starts laughing at Seungmin's baffled look and lets you hide behind him as the younger one seeks revenge. 
"I'm sorry," you giggle and jump up, running away. Seungmin races after you, and you quickly hide behind Chan. 
Chan giggles and reaches back, hands grabbing your sides. "Need an escape?" he asks. 
"Yes, please," you laugh, and he grabs your hand, pulling you after him. The pair of you race up the stairs, and Chan quickly pulls you into his room, slamming the door closed. You find yourself pressed against the door as he locks the door, still laughing softly. You giggle breathlessly and look at him, amused. “Good morning, by the way.”
“Morning, dear,” he chuckles before taking a step back. 
You make your way over to his bed and throw yourself onto it, pulling out your phone. “Give him five minutes, then he’ll be busy chasing someone else.” Chan snorts before joining you on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He yawns and rubs his face tiredly. You glance at him and frown softly. “How did you sleep?”
“Do I really look that bad?” he asks, contorting his face.
Putting your phone away, you teasingly poke his cheek. “Only a little.”
“Fuck off,” he mutters beneath his breath and squirms away as you tickle his side. “Stop that!”
You smirk and calmly rest your head on his chest. “You had trouble sleeping again?”
“It’s my own fault, honestly. I needed to finish that new song, and once I was done, I wasn’t feeling tired anymore,” he sighs.
“You’re an idiot,” you tell him kindly and yelp, surprised as Chan pulls you on top of him. 
Chan smirks up at you and hugs you close. “I know I am.”
You smile at him and fondly roll your eyes. “We could just stay here for a while. Take a nap.”
“Yeah?” he asks, eyes growing incredibly soft. 
“Yeah,” you nod and quickly make yourself comfortable on his chest as you start blushing. Chan has been your best friend for years, but now that you are both older, some things have changed. His hugs are still comforting as ever, but there’s a different type of intimacy to it.
Two
Knowing how much Chan struggled throughout the training phase, especially before finally debuting, you loved nothing more than seeing him truly happy. When you first visited after their debut and met all his members, you could tell how proud he was of them. What stood out to you was how much the younger ones seemed to adore him and vice versa. They all welcomed you warmly, making sure you felt at home for the week you stayed with them. Chan started to miss you quite quickly again every time, so you found yourself back in Seoul more often than you could count. Changbin once jokingly mentioned you were their secret ninth member already, and Minho called you his little sister. With every visit, the time you stayed got longer, and your bond with each of them deepened. So when your university suggested studying abroad for a year, you knew where to go. 
You make your way through the airport, pulling your suitcase after you, and try to figure out where to find the closest cab. Your phone buzzes in your pants pocket, and you curse softly to yourself as you fumble for it, still staring up at the many screens and signs. You take the call without even looking at who called you and finally spot the directions for the cabs. “Y/N L/N speaking?”
The moment you hear his giggle, you know who it is. “You picked up without looking again?”
“Sorry, I’m currently at the airport and trying to find my way out of here,” you laugh.
“May I help you with that?” he asks, and you suddenly hear his voice double. 
You turn around stunned and stare right into his soft brown eyes. “Chan,” you breathe out, the phone still pressed to your ear. 
“Welcome back, dear,” he says before ending the call. He pulls you into a tight hug and sways with you from feet to feet. “Gosh, I missed you.” 
“I missed you too, Channie,” you smile and hug him back tightly. “Won’t be leaving that soon this time. You’re sure you can cope with me for a whole year?”
“I could cope with you forever,” Chan says quietly, and you pull back, searching his eyes.
“I’ll ask you about that again when we say goodbye in a year,” you tell him, only halfheartedly teasing. 
Chan smiles at you fondly, his dimples appearing, making him look very soft. When the hell did he become so pretty? “My answer will be the same.”
Three
You sigh softly and close your laptop, finally done with all of your online classes for the day. Starting your period this morning, you aren’t in the best mood, and you’re glad the boys are all busy working somewhere else. It gets really hard pretending to function and having fun whilst you're internally dying because of the pain. You bury your head in your arms on your laptop as another cramp hits you and bite back a groan. 
“You’re okay?” 
You look up, slowly sitting up straight again, and meet Chan’s worried eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you nod quickly.
Chan spots your favorite mug and the package of teabags next to you. He strolls over, takes it, and realizes it’s the tea you drink to ease your cramps. “That time of the month again already?” he asks, and you blink at him. 
“Uh, yeah,” you say quietly, blushing a little.
“Bad day?” he asks, and you simply nod. “You’re done with school for the day?”
“Yeah, luckily,” you tell him.
“Alright, go pack up your things and meet me in my room after, alright?” 
“Okay?” you nod, confused.
“Also, you can grab a pair of my sweatpants and put them on,” he tells you. “They’re probably more comfortable than your fitting ones right now.”
You stare at him, stunned for a moment. “But…uhm, what if, you know,” you ramble, not quite knowing how to say it. “They’re really strong right now, what if the blood-.”
“It’s okay,” he assures you. “I wouldn’t mind, honestly.”
“Oh, okay,” you nod slowly, taking your laptop as he hands it to you. He sends you off with a patient smile, and you turn back around, halfway up the stairs.”Chan?”
“Yes, you can take a sweater as well,” he tells you, not even looking in your direction as he makes some more tea for you. He grins to himself as you laugh at him knowing exactly what you wanted. 
Chan was right, his sweatpants that sit more loosely around your hips feel a lot better. Also, the comfortable sweater makes you feel warm and safe instantly. You make your way back to his room after changing and stop in the doorframe. “What is all that?” you ask, surprised. 
A few of your favorite snacks and fresh tea are on the small table next to his bed. He’s currently checking the temperature of a heating pad, the package of your painkillers of choice sticking out of the pocket of his pants. “After last time, I wanted to be prepared,” he tells you, holding out the heating pad. “Is that alright?” 
“Yeah, that’s perfect,” you nod, holding onto it. After coming here not even two months ago, you haven’t been prepared enough for your first period. No painkillers, tea, snacks, or anything to help you feel more comfortable. Of course, Chan had gone out to grab some stuff for you, but it was a shitty start for all of you.
“Uh, do you have everything you need?” he asks, covering his mattress with a warm, fuzzy blanket.
“Yeah,” you nod, still staring at him. 
“I can still go and buy what you need, really, that’s no problem,” he assures you.
“It’s okay,” you tell him quietly, feeling tears brim your eyes. How fucking sweet was that?
Chan nods satisfied, and opens the window to let in some fresh air, knowing you felt hot quickly during your period. “You wanna watch a movie or something? I can still finish work later,” he tells you and turns around, frowning as you don’t answer. He spots the tears in your eyes, and his whole demeanor softens even more. “Oh, dear, that bad?” he asks softly, and you quickly shake your head. 
“No, I just…didn’t expect all that,” you admit, and hug the heating pad close. “You didn’t have to do all that, you know.”
“I wanted to,” he assures you before stepping over and pulling you into a warm hug. “I want you to be as comfortable as possible, even if you feel like shit, okay?”
You bury your face in his chest and nod gently. “Okay,” you whisper.
“Now stop acting like I did something massive and come cuddle,” he giggles, and you make sure to remind him that this is, in fact, massive.
Four
You gently knock on Chan’s door before poking your head inside. “Channie?” you ask quietly, not sure if he’s currently doing a livestream. 
He glances over at you, smiling as he spots you. “Yes, dear?”
“Do you have a few minutes?” you ask as he checks the time on his phone.
“I’m about to go live..but, what’s wrong?” he asks, almost sounding a little worried.
“Someone pissed me off, that’s all. It’s not that important, don’t worry,” you wave him off.
“Why don’t you go and have some hot chocolate or something? Felix made brownies today, I’m sure he’ll give you some,” he smirks and checks the time once more. “We can talk later? I’ll call you once I’m done.”
“Yeah?” you beam at him, making him giggle.
“Of course,” he laughs before waving you outside. “Piss off, I have work to do.”
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He joins you downstairs later, plopping down onto the sofa heavily. You glance at him as he sits there with his eyes closed for a moment, seeming like he has to ground himself for a minute. Gently nudging his side, you tilt your head at him. “You’re alright?”
“Tired, that’s all,” he nods, opening his eyes and giving you a weak smile. “Didn’t get much sleep last night, and it’s starting to show.”
“Oh,” you nod and squint your eyes at him suspiciously. “You should get some sleep then.”
“No, I promised you to talk after the live,” he shakes his head firmly. “You’re important to me, so I want to have time for you when you need me.”
You gently pat his thigh, not noticing how he stiffens at the sudden touch. “That’s really sweet, you know?” 
“So, what happened?” he asks curiously.
You start ranting about what happened today at work. He responds with little hums, encouraging you about doing the right thing as his head slowly grows heavier against your shoulder. As you continue your story, you feed him small bites of Felix’s brownies, and Chan sleepily lets you have your way of spoiling him. He tries to stay awake; he really does, but as soon as you start playing with his hair, massaging his scalp so softly, he can’t fight it anymore. You smile to yourself as you notice and pull him down with you onto the sofa. Chan cuddles into you in his sleep, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. “Night, Channie,” you whisper, and he hums drowsily in response. Chan being all soft and sleepy is a sight you’d never get tired of.
Five
You groan frustratedly as you turn for the hundredth time tonight, still unable to sleep. You went to bed four hours ago once they all got back from their concert and called it a night. Back then, you weren’t really tired, but looking at your friends’ faces, you knew they were. There was no use in trying to keep them up. Nevertheless, you were unable to get any rest, tossing and turning since you went to bed. 
You’ve tried reading a book, but your eyes started to hurt after a while. Then you went scrolling through your phone, and once you saw one or two too many edits of your best friend and started to question your feelings for him, once again, you threw that idea overboard as well. Now you’re lying awake, trying to convince yourself that Chan means nothing more than a big brother and best friend to you. You try and fail miserably, knowing you fell for the handsome softie quite a while ago.
After another twenty minutes of self-pitying and messing up your sheets, you throw on a sweater of Chan, which he forgot in your room today, and make your way downstairs quietly. Maybe watching some tv and hot chocolate would help you relax. You notice too late that the lights in the living room are on and bite back a sigh as you spot Chan. The one you wanted to avoid after all those thoughts before. You need a moment to notice Minho as well, curled up next to Chan, head resting in his lap. He seems to be asleep peacefully as Chan’s mindlessly playing with his hair and watching tv, more or less attentive. “Hey,” you whisper, trying not to wake Minho.
“Hey,” he gives back with a tired smile and pats the spot next to him. “Can’t sleep?”
“Nope,” you shake your head and sit down carefully.
“Any reason?” he asks, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you against him.
You sigh softly and shake your head. “Not really, no,” you tell him. “What about Minnie?”
Chan chuckles softly. “You know how the adrenaline gets to him, he needs some time until his body calms down again,” he tells you and glances at his friend. “He knew I’d be awake, it isn’t the first time.”
“Mhm, I get that,” you nod gently and lean comfortably against him. “Tell me a story?”
“A story?” he giggles. “Like a bedtime story for little kids, is that what you want?”
“Chan,” you groan softly. “I’m not five anymore.”
“You were quite an adorable five-year-old, though,” he smirks, and you shoot him a playful glare. 
“You were only seven, don’t think you’re all grown-up,” you snort. 
“You sound like Min,” he laughs. “He keeps on telling me that one year isn’t that much either.”
“Well, it isn’t. Neither are two,” you insist, and Chan simply grins. 
“Not anymore…but I still remember how pissed you were once I turned 18, and you were still sweet 16,” he giggles.
“You’re an ass,” Minho suddenly chimes in drowsily. “It’s not that much of a difference, old man.”
“Fuck off,” Chan pokes his side, making him squirm. 
“Now tell her some damn story, I wanna sleep,” he protests softly and closes his eyes again. 
“Unbelievable,” Chan sighs but gives in since the two of you seem to agree.
It doesn’t take long until your head rests next to Minho’s, and you’re slowly falling asleep. Chan never fails to get you to sleep.
Six
“What the hell are you still doing in your sweatpants?” Chan’s voice cuts through the silence of your room. 
“I don’t wanna go,” you mumble into your pillow, hiding your face as his confused eyes meet yours. 
The mattress dips beneath his weight as he gets comfortable next to you, mirroring your position. “But you were so excited only a few days ago.”
“I’m not anymore,” you whine softly. 
“Why? Come on, Min helped you pick that beautiful dress, Felix, Jeongin, and you bought the fitting jewelry…didn’t Hannie and Seungmin also help you pick out some make-up?” he asks, irritated. “Changbin helped with your shoes, Hyunjin offered to help with doing your hair…what the hell is keeping you from going after that team effort? Is it because I didn’t do anything?” he asks teasingly. 
“No,” you giggle and peak at him shyly. “I’ll embarrass myself.”
“What?!” he asks confused. “Why the hell would that be the case, huh?”
“They want us to slow dance in the beginning,” you explain, and he nods, still not getting the problem. “I don’t have a partner…and I don’t know how to.”
“Fucks sake, why didn’t you say so earlier?” he giggles at you and teasingly pokes your side. “I can show you how to dance.”
“Doesn’t matter if I look all fancy by myself,” you mumble sadly.
“Who said anything about you going alone, huh?” he asks, rolling his eyes. “I can come with you.”
You sit up, frowning down at him. “You?”
“Okay, sorry, there are seven other people at your disposal if you don’t want me,” he shoots back, only partly joking.
“No, Channie, that’s not…I just didn’t expect that,” you tell him and chuckle as he jumps up. 
“Great, I’ll go get the guys to get you ready why I search for a suit or something fancy,” he announces, and before you can protest, he’s gone. 
Only shortly after, you’re ready with the help of your friends and make your way over to Chan’s room. You knock at his door before stepping inside. He turns around, fixing his tie as he looks at you. 
“See, that would’ve been a complete waste not to go,” he smirks and takes your hands, pulling you in front of the mirror with him. “You look amazing, dear,” he tells you gently, and your delusional ass actually believes there’s love in his eyes.
“Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” you wink at him. It’s an understatement; he looks incredibly handsome. 
Chan pulls you against his chest, smoothly wrapping his arm around your waist. “Ready?” he asks, taking your hand and meeting your eyes. 
“Yeah,” you whisper, swallowing softly at how close he suddenly is. His cologne surrounds you, his hand feels soft against yours, and his hold on you spreads warmth through your whole body. He slowly guides you through the room, showing you the steps patiently as he sways with you. You don’t need a fancy ballgown in some massive hall surrounded by way too many people. He and you right here were all you needed.
Seven
You hum along to the tune playing through your headphones, not noticing Minho sneaking up on you. He suddenly plops on the sofa beside you, making you flinch heavily. “Min!” you protest.
“What?” he asks innocently. “It’s not my fault you’re listening to your love’s song for the hundredth time today.”
“My…what?” you ask, blushing heavily. “Chan’s not my love.”
“Only almost,” Minho shrugs and smirks at you. “No turning back once we’re connected, huh?” he grins.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, laughing at him. 
“We both know who he wrote that one about,” he says, but searching your eyes, he realizes you don’t. “Alright, fine, I do then.”
“I…I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you shake your head, slightly amused. 
“Oh dear,” he sighs softly. “You didn’t hear that from me, but your beloved Channie hyung wrote that one about you.”
“He what?!” you exclaim, and Minho’s eyes widen. 
“Hey!” he curses at you quietly.
“He wrote that one about me?” you whisper. 
“You’re either blind or dumb. I don’t know what I’d prefer at this point,” Minho snorts, and you punch his arm in protest. “He’s in love with you, and if you feel even slightly the same…Please tell him already. He’s getting on my nerves. I love you, but I don’t want to hear how sparkly your eyes are while I’m trying to enjoy my pudding.”
You can’t help but laugh at the disgust lacing his features. “You’re sure about this?”
“Very,” Minho nods patiently, blinking at you as you don’t respond. “Are you?”
“I’m pretty sure I want more than friendship with him, yes,” you nod gently. 
“Gross,” Minho comments. “Well, then get on with it. Do I have to do everything around here?”
“Right now?” you ask, confused. 
Minho groans softly. “Chan hyung!”
“What?” Chan shouts back from upstairs, and you try to cover Minho’s mouth. 
“Come down here, I was right!” he shouts, and your eyes widen in betrayal. 
“He knew?” you breathe out. 
“He’s as much a coward as you are, someone had to give you a push. It’s getting exhausting seeing the two of you dance around each other,” he grins and gets up as Chan comes downstairs. “Thank me later,” he smirks. 
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changsbin · 2 years ago
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synopsis: the blankets envelop your tangled limbs in a hug that almost rivals the warmth emanating from chan’s body, and your boy needs a not so quiet reminder of how much you care about him. warnings: mentions of self-image issues, but again—mostly cavity inducing fluff! word count: 1.1k a/n: second installment of the crossing out xmas event (the first snowfall is such a happy occasion :’’’’)) )! this is also loosely centered around some of the comments concerning chan lately n i just feel like i needed to word vomit abt how beautiful he rly is. i would give anything in the world to actually make him understand how much we care abt him <3
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[10:02AM] chan is weightless as he tries to resist opening his eyes to the sunlight streaming through the blinds; the golden rays fall across the expanse of his bare face, casting shadows that seem to dance on his dewy, morning skin. he can feel the gentle brushes of your fingers drawing phantom shapes over the muscles of his back—trapezoid, square, diamond, heart—he names them to himself with an affectionate grin. chan melts at your touch, and he can’t help but indulge in the peaceful stillness you bring with you. warm breath smoothes over his shoulder blades as you press kisses into them, humming a small tune.
the vibrating sensation sends shivers down the length of chan’s spine as shuffles under the covers to face you. “that tickles, y’know?” he laughs, tracing his calloused palm up the length of your arm and coming to cup your cheek. chan receives no answer as you lean into him, opting to bask in the attention and silently asking for more. your husband gladly obliges, gathering you in his hold and pulling you against his bare chest. chan murmurs into your hair, slightly messy from a restful night’s sleep, “good morning, darling.”
“mmh—g’morning, pretty baby.”
chan blinks, and his heart tightens like his ribs are collapsing in on it. his throat burns as he tries to will away the lump that has formed. a sudden chill crawls throughout the catacombs of his body before choosing to settle in the depths of his stomach. “no ... that’s—” chan coughs, trying to rid himself of the unpleasant bite of vitriol that threatens to bubble up, “you’re the pretty one here, [y/n] ... i’m just me.”
there’s a furrow in your brow as you pull away from him with a frown; placing two fingers on his sternum, you give it a firm push, and he sways a bit at the action you take. “well, just me,” you huff, tangling your legs with his, “your darling thinks that there’s most definitely enough room under the covers for two pretty people.” chan’s gaze flicks away, and he squirms a bit under your unwavering stare; he curls his fists under his pillow and bites his tongue to force up a dam to keep the tears from falling.
but, you see his lip quiver. for a moment, you lie in front of him in an amused stupor—the fact that your husband of almost three years still thinks he has to hide from you is astounding. you reach up, thumb rubbing the soft skin under the outer corner of his eye; it feels like velvet against your finger, and you find yourself smiling. “chan,” you murmur, moving to ghost your lips over his neck, “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever met—inside and out.”
a lingering kiss is left on his jaw, “i don’t think i’ll ever forget the way your eyes sparkle when we go out late at night to look at the stars—they glow, did you know that? they glow just like the moon ... a gentle light that i could stare at forever. and, don’t even get me started on your smile—like, i bet you don’t even have the slightest idea of what it does to me. chan—my love, my pretty baby—every time i get the privilege of seeing your dimples, i am immediately giggling and kicking my feet ...” 
he breathes out a chuckle through his nose, “okay, okay ... i get it—”
“no. i really don’t think you do, bang chan.” his breath hitches in his throat at the force you use when uttering his name, and the tears well up again. “i think you are gorgeous, yes, but the part of you that takes my breath away every other minute is your heart ... you have the kindest, most genuine soul i’ve ever encountered. remember that time—i think it was our third date—when that little girl couldn’t ice skate ... you helped her with no hesitation. you held her hand, and made her laugh when she fell ... that was the day i fell for you, too.”
chan sits up as he welcomes the salty rivulets that pour down his cheeks. he does remember that day; he remembers everything about it. chan recalls how he imagined that you would be mad after he had spent your whole date dragging a little girl while he skated backwards, but you weren’t. he remembers how beautiful you looked all bundled up, gliding by him and the girl with a warm, toothy beam that outshone the sun.
you sit up with him, arms stretching out to coax him into the crook of your neck. as you place tender pecks into the junction of his shoulder, you let his tears wet the fabric of your pajama shirt; it turns from a light sage to a deep, forest green in a matter of seconds. your nails scratch against his scalp as his breathing evens out. “feeling better?” you ask, and he nods into your body, “look, chan, you don’t always have to feel pretty. but, one—don’t fight me when i say that you are. and, two—please talk to me because i’m always willing to remind you of just how beautiful and sweet and charming you are.”
“thank you,” he mumbles, grinning at the newfound rules, “so, so much.”
squeezing his hand, you put it against your chest, making sure he can feel the beat of your heart under his palm. the gesture tells him that gratitude and thanks are unnecessary—irrelevant, even—because you know chan would do the same for you. looking away from him for the first time today, a radiant smile emanates from your features at the sight of the first snowfall of december. a cursory shudder flows from your toes to your fingers, and you turn back to find that he’s been gazing at you this whole time.
“it snowed,” you whisper in quiet wonder, seemingly afraid that if you spoke too loud, you might blow all of the delicate flakes away. chan hums, now exhausted from all the energy he just expended; he leans backwards before allowing gravity to take control, making him flop back onto his side of the bed. “chan, not even my favorite weather phenomenon can hold a candle to your beauty ... did you know that?”
he snorts while tugging on your wrist and pulling you back into his chest; his tears have dried into his skin, but he allows himself to forget about the feeling for now. his heart is overwhelmingly full, and he can’t mask the sheer joy that creeps into his being. chan teeters on the edge of sleep again, waiting for the final push to plunge himself into that same comforting void that he can always access when you’re next to him.
“you know i love you, yeah?” you murmur, breath feather-like against his collarbone.
push.
“always, darling.”
plunge.
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angelicizedeve · 1 year ago
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⋆˚✿˖° 𝙨𝙠𝙯 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 ⋆˚✿˖°
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featuring: ot8 x reader
synopsis: just some fluffy headcanons <33
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⋆˚✿˖° chan ⋆˚✿˖°
◦ as you probably know, this man works way too hard
◦ so it’s important that you kinda keep him grounded and remind him to take a break
◦ sometimes you’ll make him a snack and rub his shoulders, gently nudging his laptop away 
◦ the two of you cook dinner together 
◦ but you have to teach him how to, because he only knows how to cook CHICKEN BREAST (if you’ve seen that video of hyunjin talking about the dorms 😭)
◦ always complementing you, saying you're beautiful and perfect
◦ very very cuddly
⋆˚✿˖° leeknow ⋆˚✿˖°
◦ this man LOVES to annoy you. spamming your phone, clinging onto you like a koala bear, pointing to whatever monster is in the movie you two are watching and saying it looks like you.
◦ with that being said, he’ll still let you do whatever you want to him because he loves you so much. want to do his hair? he’ll sit like a doll for you. want to watch a cheesy romance movie? anything for you.
◦ cooks for you all the time and teaches you how to cook as well
◦ when you play with his cats it makes him melt, he’s like a proud dad
⋆˚✿˖° changbin ⋆˚✿˖°
◦ gets you flowers all the time
◦ your parents love him because he’s such a gentlemen
◦ always opening the door for you, giving you his jacket, etc.
◦ he’s not really the type to get shy, but whenever you call him and he’s around the guys he gets so blushy
◦ LOVES romance movies, i just get that feeling 😭
◦ you’d both be crying by the end at how beautiful the movie is :’)
⋆˚✿˖° hyunjin ⋆˚✿˖°
◦ treats you like a GODDESS
◦ tells you you’re beautiful like 5 times a day 
◦ looks at you with so much love in his eyes it makes you nervous
◦ literally, like he always stares at you with such amazement in his eyes, you’re his dream come true and he can’t believe he managed to land someone so perfect
◦ you’re his motivation and inspiration for everything: music, poems, painting, dancing,...
◦ takes you on picnic dates, candlelit dinners, slow dancing…it’s not a surprise he’s super romantic
◦ you guys do skincare together <3
⋆˚✿˖° han ⋆˚✿˖°
◦ somehow he always convinces you to do dumb stuff with him. how? it’s a mystery
◦ lovesss to listen to your voice, please send him audio messages instead of texting
◦ whenever he finds a new cringey pick up line, he uses it on you finishing it off with finger guns and a giant smile
◦ scares you ALL THE DAMN TIME. he pops out from random corners and finds it hilarious. he always apologises for his little pranks by giving you extra cuddles
◦ gives a lot of back hugs, idk i just feel like he does
⋆˚✿˖° felix ⋆˚✿˖°
◦ felix will alwaysss be cuddling you, hugging you, holding hands, having you stroke his hair, or kissing you. it doesn’t matter, he just wants to be near you and feel you all the time.
◦ of course, he’ll always make sure you’re comfortable with it, but at this point it’s just a habit to snuggle up to you whenever the chance is presented
◦ calls you my love, sweetheart, darling, and baby
◦ prefers calling/facetiming to texting because he likes to hear your voice and see your face
◦ if he ever messes up and you two have an argument, you best believe that he’ll be on your doorstep as fast as he can, flowers in hand and a long apology prepared 
◦ his clothes are 100% boyfriend material (iykyk)
⋆˚✿˖° seungmin ⋆˚✿˖°
◦ likes to annoy you part 3
◦ gives you snappy comebacks even if you’re just asking a simple question 😭. You always give him an “are you serious right now” look to which he breaks into that adorable puppy smile as an apology
◦ gets shy when he says i love you and other affectionate things
◦ he’ll leave little notes for you to find whenever he has to leave early in the morning for work
◦ he’ll stick one on your phone, the fridge, put one in your bag, etc., and sign them all with “your seungmin” with a little drawing of a puppy
◦ love love loves books and lights up whenever you ask him what he’s reading
⋆˚✿˖° i.n ⋆˚✿˖°
◦ if he stays over at your house you best believe he’s gonna forget to pack like half his stuff (i know y’all have seen that picture of what he kept in his school backpack…yeah 😭)
◦ gets you your favourite food every time he goes to the store, even if you don’t ask for it
◦ matching outfits are a yes with him
◦ lovesss hugs and holding hands <3
◦ sends you pictures throughout the day, updating you on what he’s doing - “i’m at lunch with the boys! i wish you could be here :)"
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mae-gi-writes · 2 years ago
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A TURN OF PRIORITIES . PART TWO | BANG CHAN
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Synopsis: What happens when you and Bang Chan decide to fake a relationship for the sake of making your ex-boyfriend jealous? A turn of priorities, that's what.
PART ONE · PART TWO · PART THREE
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“We should totally go on a double date!”
You almost stumble over your feet in mid-walk, turning to send Minji a look that suggests she might have gone insane after all. “What?” 
“A double date,” she chirps, an overexcited bird that buzzes with life, her tote bag in hand as you both make your way up the campus stairs, “it would be fun! Imagine going to the amusement park.” 
A week has passed since the rumors about you and Chan had come about and to say that everyone was surprise was an understatement. You’d been part of the said ‘popular’ crowd for the sole reason that you had been on the cheerleading team in first year. That reputation had then followed you through till your final year. Chan, on the other hand, was completely anonymous and people were not hesitating to speak their thoughts aloud. 
“Never thought he’d be her type.”
“You think he has money? Maybe that’s what attracts her.” 
“If I knew I would’ve gone into Computer Science too.” 
Back and forth those comments would go, to a point where you had half a mind to tell them off and give them a piece of your own mind. But Chan, the gentle soul that he is, merely grabbed your arm, gave it a squeeze, before shaking his head. 
“It’s not worth it,” he always says like a priest devoting his soul to god, “trust me. It says a lot about them, it’s not about you.” 
That, however, has brought about a new problem; Minji’s over excitement about the fact that you were finally getting together with the man that had been waiting for you all his life. 
You don’t have the heart to tell her that it’s by far the most horrible fairytale you’re living in right now. 
“When are you free?” Minji quickly scrolls through her phone to find her calendar, eyes already scanning the dates where everyone would be free from university assignments, “How about early December? That should work right?” 
“I don’t know,” your heart can’t help but clamp up at the notion of spending the entire day watching Minho and Minji feeding each other stupid marshmallows from a stick, “I might not be free. I have to find a part-time job soon.” 
“Please Y/N,” Minji places her palms together, eyes widening like a cat begging for food and you find it’s hard to resist her charm no matter how much you try, “pretty please? It’s my treat. I’ll pay for everything, I promise.” 
In the end, you had no choice but to accept. It was either that or she would’ve invited you over for Christmas dinner with her family at her house. That simple image of you and Minho, with Mnji’s parents, in one room is embarrassing enough that you don’t even hesitate to agree. 
Chan, on the other hand, isn’t too pleased about the matter. 
“I don’t like amusement parks,” he complains that same afternoon. He’d decided to drop by after his biology experiments and is presently seated at your countertop as you dice the onions, followed by carrots, leeks, and lettuce. 
You’re too lazy to cook an actual dinner, so you had resigned yourself to making some Chinese porridge with a fried egg. Easy and simple enough. And plus, Chan loves eating porridge. 
“We don’t have to go on any,” you answer while stirring the rice, hot smoke flushing your face red. You glance at him over your shoulder, notice the stiffness in his shoulders that hadn’t been there yesterday, “what? Don’t tell me you’re not comfortable with amusement parks. They’re not that bad—“
“There are germs everywhere,” he cuts you off with glazed-over eyes as though he’s standing right there and seeing the nightmare unravel at his feet, “on the seats, in the toilet, on the railings where we queue up—“ he shudders, “no. No way. No thanks.” 
“Come on,” throwing all the ingredients into the pressure cooker, you set the timer and close the lid before whipping around with determination, “you have to go. It’s part of the deal.” 
“What deal?” 
“The fake dating deal.” 
“I said that I didn’t want—“
“You didn’t want to go to campus parties,” you interrupt him before he has a chance to speak and the way he bristles, you know you’ve won already by the guilt swimming in his eyes, “but you didn’t mention anything about amusement parks.” 
Still, Chan doesn’t say anything. He looks away, picking at a scratch on the countertop that only he would notice. 
“Come on,” you whine out, grabbing a hold of his arm and jiggling it around like a cat pawing its owner, “please please please. For me? Do it for me. Please—“
“Okay okay, fine!” He bats you away and you whoop in excitement. It’s too easy to take advantage of Chan’s kindness sometimes, but you love him for it, “thanks Chan.”
“You owe me.” 
“Aw come on, I’m making you porridge!” 
The weekend comes round all too soon and you find yourself on Saturday morning ditching your breakfast in favor of finding the perfect outfit to wear. This is a one in a lifetime chance to impress Minho and though it’s clear that he’s going out with Minji, that doesn’t mean you can’t flaunt yourself in his face and show him what he’s missing out on. 
You’re debating between wearing a cute crop top without sleeves or a white shirt that can be tucked into your jeans when the doorbell rings. You pad out in nothing but your sports bra and said bottoms to open the door, only to have your best friend yelp bloody murder. 
“Jeez Chan!” You quickly grab his forearms to pull him inside, rolling your eyes as you do so, “you’re such a girl.” 
“Just put some clothes on,” he’s already got his face covered with his hands, turning away in such a gentlemanly manner that it makes you scoff.
“What? You don’t even have an ounce of curiosity as to what my body might look like?” You ask him, finally deciding on wearing the white shirt. Minho did have a preference for light colors, you remark to yourself absentmindedly. 
Chan stutters at your question, “I—uhm—well I—“ 
You sigh, walk past him while tossing your jacket over his head, “you know what, don’t even answer that. I don’t want to know.” 
The walk to the subway station is comfortable — as comfortable as it can be with your creamy wedge heels that you had saved for the occasion — and upon reaching the station, you only realize that it’s the end of the month when you’re greeted by a sea of people maneuvering through the tight space, pushing you and Chan away from each other as you jostle to stay close.
“It’s packed,” you remark with a huff when you manage to locate a spare ticket dispenser. Chan is right at your side, pressed up against you as you try to order two tickets as quickly as possible. 
Chan groans, “I knew I shouldn’t have said yes to this outing. I’m going to regret it—“
“No,” you whip around, scowling, “you are going to have the time of your life, because you’re with me, and because we need to prove to Minho and Minji that we are the best couple this amusement park’s ever seen.” 
“I don’t understand how this is related to your love for Minho,” Chan notes. The tickets are dispensed and you retrieve them from the slot before he leads you out of the line. 
“Because,” your eyes scan the train schedule, identifying the right platform before moving towards it with purpose. Chan follows close behind, a hand closed around your arm, “I want Minho to regret having broken up with me.” 
“Why?” 
It’s only a mutter from Chan’s part and probably half-hearted at that. But it’s enough to set your veins on fire.
“Why?” You repeat back to him, eyes narrowed into slits as your mouth pulls down into a snarl, “because he fucking hurt me, that’s why. And to make things worse, he decided to hook up with my best friend.” 
“You can’t choose who you fall in love with, Y/N,” Chan says gently, “maybe things weren’t meant to work out between you two. Maybe you would’ve been unhappy—“
“Oh and what would you know about dating?” 
“To be honest, not much. But from what I know, I don’t think it’s doing you any good.” 
“Oh whatever,” you roll your eyes, “I’m done having this conversation.” 
“Okay, whatever you say Y/N.” 
His quick acceptance makes your blood boil with silent rage. You hate how nonchalant he’s being about all of this. It’s obvious that he’s disconnected, for he does not understand the kind of quiet turmoil you go through every time you spot them together, laughing, having the time of their lives…
You had that too, once. 
The ride to the amusement park station is quiet. Your head is adamantly turned away to the window, watch the landscape blur of trees, buildings and the city river zoom by in hopes that it provides enough distraction to calm you down. A pathetic attempt. Chan’s never been in your position, of course he won’t know how hard it is to see Minho flaunting Minji like she’s the most beautiful thing he’d set his eyes on. He doesn’t spend countless hours scrolling instagram to know where they are, what they are doing, whether she’s more fun than you ever were. He doesn’t look at himself in the mirror and wonder why in the world it wasn’t you. Why it never is. 
You’re so deep in your mind that you barely realized you’ve reached your stop until you feel a nudge from your side. Glancing back to see Chan gesturing you forward, it takes a second for your legs to start moving. You fall into step behind a crowd of friends erupting in cheers and shouts, and quickly duck out of the way to find the exit. 
“Y/N,” Chan’s quick to fall into step beside you, his hand reaching for your arm, “hey, can we talk—“
You brush him off, not in the mood to have such a conversation. Especially not in an amusement park, of all places.
But he’s more than persistent, grabs your arm in a firmer grip before twirling you around. His grip is firm, yet delicate. It’s only now you notice how careful he is, even when holding you. 
You do your best to avoid his stare, but if there’s anything that one needs to know about Chan, it is that he’s persistent, “look, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I just said it because I don’t like seeing you sad and hung up on him—“
“What would you know?” You bite back. He’s hurt you, more than he must know.
The furrow in his eyebrows deepen, “I know that you’re just doing all this to get his attention, not because you want him back, but because you want to convince yourself that you were good enough, better for him than anyone else will ever be, and—“
His words cause you to double over as tears slowly dribble down your cheeks. Pushing him away with a soft sob, your body moves on its own accord to get away. You need to get away. You can’t stay here, it feels suffocating. Too many people. Too many eyes—
“Y/N,” before you know it, Chan’s arms lace around your waist, twisting you around despite your weak protests before one of his hands reach up to press against the back of your head, guiding you into the crook of his neck. 
It’s enough. You let out another sob. Another, and another. And then, you’re silently crying, a steady stream of tears trickling down his shirt and causing a damp patch to appear along his chest and you have half a mind to pull away. But Chan’s grip is strong and firm, holding you still and allowing you to cry your heart out like you’ve never cried before. Not since your breakup with Minho. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you keep on repeating it like a mantra. Unsure whether that’s for Chan, or for yourself. Maybe both, “I’m so sorry—“ 
He shushes you, a hand smoothing over the back of your head to signal that there’s no need for talking. The action is so confident, so smooth and at ease that your muscles slowly loosen up, your body melting into his like a puddle of goo. 
You’re not quite sure when your tears slowly dried up or when you’d stopped crying. What you did know though, is that Chan never let go, not once. You’re even met with slight resistance upon pulling away. 
“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want another good cry? We can just say we both got sick and run back home,” he says and despite everything, it makes a small snort fall from your lips as you shake your head, “I’m okay, really.” 
“Are you sure?” Unconsciously, his hand brushes away a strand of hair sticking to the corner of your mouth, and the way his eyes swim with concern suddenly makes you a little self-conscious, warmth spreading through your limbs as you nod and say that yes, you’re fine now. It had just been a little hiccup.
Just in time, your cell phone suddenly erupts with the final Naruto soundtrack, with you quickly scrambling to find the said device nestled in your shoulder bag.
“Yes, hello?” You’re a little breathless by the time you have the phone pressed to your ear. 
“Hey!” It’s Minji, her voice loud and excited over the blurry echo of people in the background, “we’re already inside! Where are you guys?!”
“Oh, we just came. We’ll be at the entrance soon.” 
“Okey-dokes!” She squeals, “see ya!” 
You don’t notice you’re pulling a grimace as you end the call until you see Chan chuckling, “what?” You ask him as you start for the amusement park. The crowd of people has dwindled down, the morning rush hour now past its peak time and feeling the air rush through the underground tunnel is actually a refreshing change.
“Nothing,” his chuckles grow tenfold, “you have this face when you say something you don’t mean.”
“What face?” 
“That face, it’s like you’re the kid who almost gets caught doing something bad, but ultimately gets away with it.” 
“And you would know how that looks like, wouldn’t you?” 
“This is how you say thank you after I almost saved your life?” 
“What?! Excuse me? Saved my life? That’s an exaggeration.” 
It’s crazy to think that merely five minutes ago had you bawling into Chan’s neck and now you were bickering like this moment never even happened. This was one of the many reasons why you loved Chan dearly. He never held anything against you, never changed for the sake of your mood. He was ultimately, unforgivingly himself, and you loved and cherished and respected him for it.
“Come on,” you say with a half-smile, “let’s go and show them who’s the real couple.” 
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How things have changed from the moment you left the amusement park is still a newfound mystery. Had it been the moment where Minji had forced you to hold hands with him for the sake of the photographs? Had it been on one of the roller coaster rides where you’d gripped his hand by accident and hadn’t let go, even long after you’d gotten down and was wandering about looking for the next ride? Had it been when his competitive streak got the best of him while shooting ducks with Minho as his opponent? He’d won you a small goldfish plushie as a result of his success, and Minho had sulked quietly in his corner after that, which had brought you a sense of satisfaction as you gripped the plushie to your chest. 
“This is not fair,” Minho had whined as you’d started walking back towards the subway station in the direction of the cafeteria, “how come you’re so good at this?” 
Chan grinned, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree as his hand unconsciously went to link with yours, “determination.” He announced. 
“I’m sure this thing was rigged,” Minho had kept on mumbling while his girlfriend had tried cheering him up by smothering kisses all over his face. 
You’d turned your face away, more disgusted than hurt at the display of affection, and Chan had chuckled, before tugging you closer. The surprising action got you blinking up at him as your shoulders brushed, only to jolt upon feeling him tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. 
“You look like you just got out of a smoothie mixer,” he’d commented with an amused smile. 
“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” you’d replied snarkily, not missing the way in which his thumb would stroke over your knuckles and causing another wave of heat to spread throughout your body. 
Or maybe, just maybe…it had been at that very specific moment where Minji had forced you to admire Chan’s features as you two waited at one of the diner tables, the two boys by the bar and waiting to order drinks for the four of you.
“I always thought Chan was attractive. He just isn’t very social,” Minji had said.
You whipped your head to throw her a look, “what?” This had been news to you. Minji had never batted an eye at Chan. 
“Well yeah. I couldn’t just say so you know, ‘cause everyone thought he was weird,” she shrugged, “but look at him. He’s actually not that bad if you ditch the geek look.” 
You had to agree with her that Chan’s glasses didn’t do him any justice, nor did the way he’d tuck his checkered shirt into his too-large jeans as though he’d bought them two sizes too big. 
But…now that you looked closely enough, he did have prominent features. Almond eyes, a strong nose and jawline accenting his angles, and a mouth so plump one would think he’d gotten them done.
You snapped back to reality, “no! That’s just wrong. We’ve known each other for such a long time. He’s like a brother to me—“
The words catch in your throat when you notice Minji’s frown, “But Y/N, you’re going out with him.” Her words had sounded accusing and alarm bells started ringing through your skull. 
“I—I mean, yes! Yes he’s gorgeous isn’t he? I never noticed it myself. What I meant to say was—he was such a good friend that it took me time to see it, you know, his Cham,” you had said  hurriedly. Sweat accumulated underneath your armpits. God. You were such a bad liar. 
That had been enough to convince Minji, but it was clear that you had to be even more careful moving forward. Then there was also the problem of having to fake a break up when…
When what? 
This is the dilemma that takes hold of you with such panic that you lay in bed, head buzzing with thoughts and feelings as you stare up at your ceiling. When exactly? What had you even been trying to provenanyway? 
This is it. It’s all gone wrong because you’d decided to spend time looking at your best friend like he’s a stranger. And now you’re regretting your life choices. 
The whole point of this relationship had been to show Minho that you were the better one, that you were the better girlfriend. But seeing him with Minji these past few weeks have taught you that the amount of  happiness you’d given him had been nothing in comparison to the way his smile widened every time Minji was around. It’s the way there’s glitter in his eyes when she smiles and the way his eyes follow her unconsciously wherever she goes. It’s the gentle touches when he thinks no one’s looking, of the way he doesn’t hesitate to be of service when she needs him.
He’s never been that caring, that doting, with you. 
A pang resonates through your chest at the realization.
Yes. Minho had loved you. But not nearly as much as he now loves Minji.
Why? What’s so wrong about you that’s unloveable? 
Are you that bad? Are you not good enough? Will you never be good enough?
A buzz from your phone shakes you out of your existential crisis and, still sorting through the flurry of emotions in your chest, you extend your arm towards your nightstand, make a grab for your phone before squinting at the screen. 
Chan: You up? I have something to tell you. 
A frown settles over your face. What’s so important that he can’t wait till you see each other in lecture later that day? 
Y/N: I mean…we are seeing each other in like thirty minutes. 
Chan: It can’t wait, Y/N. It’s kinda urgent. Can I call you? 
You dial his number. It takes him two seconds to pick up. 
“Hey,” he breathes on the other end of the line. He doesn’t sound upset, which is a good start. 
“Hi,” you shift, turn to the side to press the phone to your ear, “what’s up? What’s the emergency?” 
“Well…” there’s a bit of stalling on his part. You hear him shuffle from one foot to another. And then, just as you’re about to be snarky and tell him to hurry up, the next set of words causes all your blood to freeze in mid-flow. 
“Someone asked me out,” he chuckles as if he doesn’t quite believe it himself. You don’t quite believe it. Who would ask Chan out? Not that he’s not dating material, just not the type that girls on campus usually go for, “a girl from my industrial design class. Her name’s Eunchae. She’s really nice—“ 
“Wait—Wait hold on, what?” The words blurt out of your mouth before you can stop them, “you can’t! We’re still—we’re technically still dating!” 
“We can just fake a breakup or something—“ 
“But I still need you. We haven’t finished—“ 
“Y/N,” Chan cuts you off. His voice is firm, solid. Unlike anything you’ve heard before, “Minho is happy with Minji. You need to realize that.” 
Shame boils through you, “oh I’m sorry, I’m only trying to cope with the fact that I got chosen over and will never be good enough,” you snap, “but be my guest, thank you very much.” 
“Look,” his tone is gentle when he speaks next, “you and Minho just didn’t work out. But that doesn’t mean you’re not good enough. The right person will be there for you, Y/N. If you let them.” 
In reality, you don’t give a damn about Minho anymore. You don’t even care how much PDA he and Minji display around campus because someone else has stepped into your field of vision, and that person is blissfully unaware that you might be looking at them differently. 
But who are you to stop Chan from trying his shot at happiness? It’s not fair for you to hold him back merely because of a fake relationship. Something in your heart tugs wildly and you try not to choke on your own breath as scenarios of Chan and this mystery woman flash through your mind like a movie on rewind. 
“Y/N? You still there?” 
Chan’s gentle tone brings you back to reality and you mumble out, “yeah.” 
“Listen…just forget about it. It was a stupid idea to ask—“
“Go ahead.”
Chan splutters into a pause, “Huh?” 
“Go ahead. Ask her out. Make plans.” You bite your lower lip. The sting of tears blur your vision, “I’m not going to stand in your way.”
“Are you okay?” 
But you don’t answer. Instead, you cut off the call and then, as if a huge weight has fallen upon your shoulders, you start sobbing into the palms of your hands. 
———-
A/N: Part 2!!!!
Part 3 will be coming soon!! This is just the beginning of all the fake dating fluff that happens so chapter 3 will have a lot of that. So stay tuned!!
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renjuns-foolscover · 1 year ago
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1am thoughts
i just know for a fact that if bang chan had an s/o he would be the biggest simp.
like bro would giggle at his s/o photos day and night
type of boyfriend that would watch u sleep like a creep because he thinks that you look the calmest when you are asleep
he would take you on night walks if you had a lot going on or he would give you little playful pecks to wake you up EVERY MORNING.
breakfast in bed is a must and he does it every so often
he would feel bad every time he has to cancel dates for work (even if you reassure him that its okay) and would make it up to you by taking you to little trips on weekends
HE IS THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND THAT YOUR MOM WANTS YOU TO MARRY.
(i am head over heels for him)
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astralis-ortus · 5 months ago
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every version of you
✱ a bang chan headcanon
— time could heal everything; as long as you're willing to work for it.
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w.count → 0.4k genre → slice of life, fluff warning → retirement era chris! also a slight mention of family dog passing away :( a.n → kind of like a continuation of this, but honestly the thought came to me when this mama bahng video came across my fypㅠ ⋆ see masterlist
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your home with chris now felt a lot quieter once your kids had left home. either it was for college or to build a life with their partner, the space that once held so much high pitched squeals and resonating laughter had now returned to the peace it once was—a distant time before your little angels carved their existences into both your lives.
the first couple of weeks were the hardest for chris. his life used to revolve around your kids, and shaking off a couple decades worth of habit isn’t something one could do in a snap of a finger. you’d often catch chris being glued to his screen, lips forming a tender smile when a familiar laugh or whine would resonate from his speakers, and you would join him—a reminder that you’re still there with him while you reminisce the silly little things your babies would do.
as weeks turns to months, chris slowly returns to his usual self. since work is no longer as hectic as it used to be for chris, he’s slowly finding other hobbies as a way to spend his time—some days it’s playing his favorite game, some others it’s watching movies, a portion went to catching up with his friends, with a sprinkle of little pranks and light jokes once within a few hours whenever he catches you off guard.
none of that, however, wins against the time he spent playing with your newly adopted dog.
after your previous family dog passed away to old age, your entire family had found it difficult to replace their presence. they have been a part of your family for years after all, and your family has been trying to honor his memory for the longest time. with your kids moving away, however, chris finally decided that it’s time to bring a new life home—and he’s found it in a form of a 7 months old english cocker spaniel.
with the presence of the new little ball of sunshine at home, you finally saw the twinkle of joy fully returning to the reflection on chris’ eyes. he’d spend hours playing with the puppy while you prepare dinner, he’d excitedly take them for walks first thing in the morning, he’d definitely let the puppy sleep on his lap while having an arm around your shoulder, enjoying another movie night in your cozy bed.
chris finally enjoys his time as an empty nester, and in those tender little moments,
it’s as if you could see every version of chris that made you stay.
©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡
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novaneondream · 3 months ago
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Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to
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talkingsaxy · 2 months ago
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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND CHAN
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please don't repost, requests open!
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hyunebunx · 2 months ago
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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ’ early morning moments with skz !
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⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff! jisung's a tiny bit suggestive
⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: since i've done late night moments with them, i think it's only fitting i write this as well! enjoyy <33 pls let me know your thoughts by reblogging or leaving a comment <3 (inspired by some of these prompts <3)
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𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧
You’ve been awake for a while now, snuggling and holding each other close as half of your body was on top of your boyfriend’s, almost latching onto him like a koala bear without shame. And he didn’t mind, Chan never did, content with being glued to you in every situation, hugging you so tightly like he wanted you to morph into one, the same entity kept alive by the beating of a singular heart.
“You fell asleep in the first 20 minutes of the movie last night.” You whisper, drawing random shapes on his exposed pecs, laying in the crook of his neck. Chan makes an apologetic sound before he’s interrupted by a yawn, stretching his arms above his head and letting one fall to curl around your middle. “Sorry, baby. I guess I was pretty tired.”
Tired is an understatement, and you laugh, lazily reaching for your phone on the nightstand to show him exactly what you’re talking about, with him tugging you right back to his chest when you stretch too far. There is a picture of Chan, sitting on the couch with his head thrown back and mouth open, snoring away while the movie he’s been begging you to watch together was rolling in the background.
The laugh he lets out is quieter than usual, the remains of sleep obvious in his half-closed eyes and deeper voice. “Damn, I was out like a light.”
You continue cuddling for a while before agreeing it’s time to start your day, reluctantly separating and sitting up at the end of the bed, adopting the same stance.
He’s still mumbling about something when you notice his hair sticking out in every direction, reaching out to tame the curls before stealing a kiss which only makes your boyfriend want another, and another until twenty minutes have passed and you’re still in bed, snuggling and making out like the world outside your bedroom did not exist.
𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧
“Minho.” You whisper, tossing and turning under the blanket to face him, peering at his sleeping face. Your boyfriend was on his back, resting peacefully, unaware of the godly beauty he possessed, one people would surely go to war for, chest rising and falling rhythmically.
He doesn’t respond so, you try again. “Minho!” this time, he scrunches his nose cutely and rolls over, away from you and your antics he was too tired to be a victim of this early in the morning.
“Minho, are you awake yet?” You know what they say, third time is the charm because your boyfriend responds instantly, voice loud and clear, the opposite of your soft tone which takes you by complete surprise. “No.”
“Oh, okay.” you whisper, feeling bad for disturbing him. “Sorry.” you almost turn on your side and succumb to slumber before it hits you. Without warning, you swing a leg over his torso before rolling yourself over him to land on the other side of the bed, ignoring all his groans in protest.
“Liar!” You’re nose to nose now and Minho barely gets to open his eyes before you push his shoulder, causing him to fall on his back as you climb to straddle him. You waste no time leaning down and connecting your lips in a sweet kiss, cupping his cheeks and squeezing affectionately. As much as he wanted to complain, Minho couldn’t help but smile against your lips, body melting into the mattress while one of his veiny hands moved to rest on your exposed thigh, needing to feel more of you.
He should lie more often if this is the reward he gets.
𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧
“Binnie.” You’re gentle as you brush curly hair strands from his forehead, smiling when he instantly leans into your touch. “My love, I know you’re awake.”
“Then you should also know I hate waking up to an empty bed.” He pouts, eyes still closed stubbornly. With the same fond smile, you roll your eyes, hand dropping down to slowly trace his every feature, knowing he could never resist you.
“I had a good cause, I promise.” When he doesn’t budge, you reach for the tray on the nightstand and place it across his lap, over the blanket, careful his smoothie doesn’t spill over. “I made breakfast.”
Just like magic, his eyes snap open and he sits up so quickly you wonder if he got whiplash that was instantly cured by the smell of his favorite breakfast. His eyes sparkle as his gaze moves back and forth from the tray to you, so touched and grateful as he takes it all in, noticing the effort you put in so early in the morning just to cook a feast and surprise him with breakfast in bed. Nobody’s ever done something like this for him, love him so deeply and openly. Is this what being the luckiest man in the world felt like?
“I love you.” The words stumble out without second thought, eyes misty, forgetting all about being upset and giving you attitude. When you laugh, he does too, carefully leaning over the food to kiss you, the love of his life that adored him in the exact same way he adored you.
Love is the greatest gift he’s ever received and as selfish as it sounds, Changbin hopes you’ll continue loving him this way for the rest of your shared lives, that you’ll always remain by his side. He promises to continue eating your cooking even when you’re both old and grey, impaired taste and all.
𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧
The early hours of the morning found you in the arms of your beloved, sleeping away, undisturbed by the outside world and its people who were already hurrying around to get to work on time. You won’t be joining them today, nor will the man whose warmth was currently engulfing you whole, creating a safe love bubble you never wanted to burst.
Your face was buried in his chest, the soft material of his t-shirt moving with each breath he took, his heartbeat rocking you to sleep every time your eyes opened to check the time. Old habits die hard, but Hyunjin always manages to calm your racing mind even from dreamland.
Half an hour later, when the sun starts to peek through the drawn curtains, you’re awakened by tiny paws jumping on the bed, breathing and barking loudly. So much for sleeping in. Hyunjin’s eyes open with a smile, arms tightening their hold on your middle as he brings you even closer, resting his chin on top of your head while squeezing tightly. Morning cuddles were a must, even if your boyfriend’s other baby was too impatient to be let out to allow you to enjoy them to the fullest. 
“Good morning, love.” He greets you with a kiss, lingering there for the briefest moment before finally tearing himself from you, giggling down the hallway as he quickly goes to allow Kkami on the terrace.
He comes back rambling about something that happened at a schedule the other day, blinking the sleep away as he hands you a water bottle, yawning here and there. Unfortunately for him, you’re not listening, too distracted by the way his plump lips move and his husky voice, the words going in one ear and out the other as your inner monologue takes over.
“Your morning voice is so hot.” Hyunjin stops mid-sentence, momentarily taken aback before he bursts out laughing, dramatically collapsing back into bed and reaching for your hand to hold. “What?”
You nod, now sitting up against the headboard, eyes still zoned in on his pink and wet lips, enthralled. “Tell me more, baby. What did Chan do?” “He wasn’t even there!” See, not paying attention at all. But who could blame you when your boyfriend couldn’t take the hint and finally kiss you again?
𝜗୧ jisung 𝜗୧
“I had a dream about you.” Jisung perks up from his place on your chest, the TV running idly in the background, showing a random cartoon. “Was I hot?” “You cheated on me.”
He gasps dramatically but doesn’t move, too comfortable as you continue running your fingers through his freshly dyed hair, almost lulling him back to sleep. “Asshole move, dream me. Off with his head!.” 
You chuckle, kissing the top of his head and turning into a puddle once he begins leaving wet kisses on your neck, apologizing or most likely trying to distract you from how he’s been acting in your dream. It was working, because you lost your train of thought a couple of times before managing to speak again, eyes fluttering shut.
“You were very mean, actually.” Jisung hums against your neck, licking the skin before his kisses move downwards, to your collarbones, warm hands holding you down by the waist, touch burning pleasantly through your thin clothing.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He props his head up, chin resting right above your chest as his eyes bore into yours with a familiar intensity. “Please let me make it up for you.”
That’s what he says but ten minutes into making out and caressing each other’s bodies, his head falls tiredly to his previous place on your chest and you’re both out like a light, the warmth and cloudy weather of the early morning casting the spell of sleep on your forms and trapping you in bed for another three hours.
𝜗୧ felix 𝜗୧
You were not a morning person, it was a well-known fact by everyone in your life. Especially by your boyfriend who usually stayed up to keep you company, talking the hours away and giggling under the blankets until you both passed out just as the moon was retiring for the day.
So, you’re more than perplexed when one very early morning, you feel a warm hand caressing your cheek, followed by soft lips peppering feather-like kisses on every inch of your face, coaxing you awake.
“Baby,” his deep voice calls, barely above a whisper to not scare you, leaving a kiss on the corner of your mouth this time, “wake up, angel.”
You make a face, eyes still closed in protest and make to turn over, away from him until you feel the bed dip and his hand in your hair, massaging the scalp gently. Was Felix trying to wake you up or lull you back to sleep? Pretty sure he was just as confused.
When he leans down again, hovering over your face, your arms spring up and lock at the back of his neck, quickly bringing him down and bumping your noses together. You see his eyes widen, inhaling sharply as he realizes what you’re about to do and dodges your kiss last second, lips landing on his cheekbone instead.
Groggy and grumpy from being woken up this early, you pout, relaxing under his weight as his chest presses yours down. “Kiss me!” Felix chuckles and shakes his head, hands on either side of your head holding him up. “Not until you wake up and join me in the kitchen.” Once he sees you shake your own head and move to try and kiss him again, he adds. “I have a surprise!”
Now why didn’t he say so from the beginning? You release him but he doesn’t move away immediately, smiling from ear to ear before kissing your forehead and scooping you out of bed in one swift movement, strong arms under your knees as he giggles and jogs towards the kitchen, face brightening up when a smile finally graces your features.   
𝜗୧ seungmin 𝜗୧
Every single morning, Seungmin was the first to wake up without fail, reaching for you to bring your body to his chest and cuddle until you also did, just laying there since he never wanted you to wake up alone. 
That’s why when you woke up earlier than usual, with his chin resting on your shoulder and hot breath hitting your cheek, you didn’t hesitate to move around and bring the blanket further up your bodies, making sure you were both covered and comfortable among the many pillows.
“Your feet are cold.” But Seungmin doesn’t respond, legs intertwined and body still glued to yours like he never wanted to let go, couldn’t. You sneak a glance over your shoulder and find his eyes closed, long eyelashes kissing the top of his cheeks as he rested, sleeping deeply. For the first time since you’ve known him, Seungmin didn’t smile in greeting as you woke up, still sleeping soundly like it was the most normal thing in the world.
It felt a bit strange, but your heart only grew as you watched him, admiring his side profile and the peaceful look on his face, the furrow between his eyebrows absent as dreamland took care of him.
You never got the chance to do this, wake up first and let your thoughts run wild as you resist the urge to squeeze his cheeks and plant kisses all over his face, love pouring out at a dangerous pace, threatening to suffocate him at any moment. Not like Seungmin would mind, adoring you too much to not allow you to do whatever you pleased.
As careful as you can be, one of your hands trails down and intertwines your fingers, gently bringing your connected hands to your chest as you curl further into him, content with getting more cuddle time, loving every single moment.
𝜗୧ jeongin 𝜗୧
“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” You mumble into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to hide from the obnoxious sunlight that is threatening to take your lover away with the start of a new day.
Jeongin laughs, incredulous. “No way! I’ve had countless roommates and none of them have ever complained about me randomly rambling in my sleep.” He headbutts you affectionately, almost like a cat, and snuggles closer, also bothered by the sun but too lazy to get up and close the curtains he forgot about last night.
“I’m not complaining.” Looking up, you share a breath as you move to plant a small kiss on his nose, smiling when it scrunches up in fake annoyance, knowing your boyfriend loved morning cuddles as much as you did. “I actually think it’s kind of endearing.”
He rolls his eyes, big hand drawing circles on your back under the blanket, soothing you in an attempt to get you both to fall back asleep. Mornings were not his thing, and he really didn’t want to leave you, clingier than usual. The bed was so warm, and you were so soft and smelt so good, how could he ever think about leaving? Not like he’d ever admit it out loud.
“What did I say?” He chooses to entertain you, stretching his whole body before bringing the blanket over your heads and moving his arms to hug you, turning on his side so you’re face to face. You pause, momentarily mesmerized by his beauty, messy hair and puffy eyes only making him look even more adorable in your eyes. Tracing his bottom lip, he puckers them to gently kiss your finger. “I don’t know, I don’t speak gibberish.”
He groans, regretting he asked and hiding his face in his pillow. “You also snore.” “I do not!” 
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