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charmercharm3r · 2 years ago

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8/8 of The Sleepwear Series

wc: 4k

Synopsis: Sometimes, the dead of night is the only time you get him all for yourself.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, fluffy bf!chan, genderneutral!reader, unprotected sex, handjob, oral, light choking, talk of pleasuredom!chan hehehehe, reader crying during sex but nothing bad!! they just luuuuvvvvv each other so much..pretty tame

Chan is a man already spread way too thin, mind in a million places, phone always just in reach, shoulder so weighed down by his duties that sometimes he feels like a fucking zombie. And he admits, sometimes he thinks he actually is. But hey, it puts food on the table and keeps a decent amount of change in his pocket.

That’s why you always made sure he left all of that outside the door when he came home. Chan was grateful you didn’t ever let him sulk for too long, or let him leave early in the morning on an empty stomach– those meal preps in the fridge are life savers for his incredibly long days.

It was another one of those days, drainingly long and so, so far away from you. Another thing that weighed on him, he felt like the world’s worst boyfriend for spending so much time at work and only being able to see you so late into the night when he came home. In all honesty, it did suck, of course it did. But you understood him and his workaholic lifestyle, and dating him turned you into a night owl as well.

Judging by his lack of enthusiasm in his texts, he just wanted to get home. So you opted to pick him up in the wee hours of the morning instead of him taking a taxi, sending him a quick notice and a few comforting hearts.

Chan was waiting outside the building by the time you’d gotten there and let out the loudest sigh as soon as he sat in the passenger seat. You were thankful for the lack of traffic on the corner of the street because he threw his bag in the backseat and leaned over the center console to take you into an exhausted embrace. He still smelled so good, musky but somehow the vanilla lingered on his clothes and skin, you couldn’t help taking in a deep breath of the scent as you hugged him back. “You okay, hon?” You cooed, voice muffled by how tightly he held you. Only receiving a groan in response, you laughed lightly and kissed the part of his body you could without breaking away.

He held on for a bit longer until he’d had his fix, pulling away but keeping content with his hand in yours. The drive home was pleasantly quiet, your late night playlist softly playing in the background while Chan kept his eyes closed and head rested back, occasionally rubbing his thumb into your hand to tell you he was still awake because of course he was.

Getting back home as you unlocked the door, he let his forehead fall against your shoulder from behind for a moment. You say nothing, leading him in and tossing all your belongings down before Chan could follow suit.

“What do you need from me tonight, baby?” The gentle nature of your voice was already calming as it was, but your open arms were even more inviting. As if the hug in the car wasn’t enough, Chan leaned his head into your neck and encased you in his arms, intent on not letting go. He didn’t need to explicitly tell you that he needed the physical affection, he always wanted it, but it never hurt to ask.

“Need to shower,” he murmured back as his arms slithered tighter around your torso and crushed your bellies against each other.

“Eat something small and I’ll get it started.” Hands in his hair, you knew he wasn’t going to let you go easily now that your nails raked against his scalp.

“‘M not hungry. Stay with me,” Chan’s voice was low while pulling far enough just so he could peck your cheek and trail his lips to yours for a chaste, longing kiss. He moaned against you, practically melting in your arms.

You barely nodded before he was blindly leading you towards your ensuite bathroom, the same route you’d make a million times a day that either of you could do in your sleep if you’d gotten any. Clothes were strewn about the pathway through the bedroom door, past the perfectly made bed, and into where the steamy oasis awaited. Granted, it took a minute to get it the right temperature, but Chan just couldn’t stand the wait. He dragged you into the shower before it was hot enough and bore the burden of standing in the lukewarm stream just so he could have an excuse to hold you skin to skin.

There couldn’t have been less space between your bodies but it still didn’t feel like enough for him. All he wanted was in his arms, lightly scratching up and down his bare back as the water finally reached the perfect temperature.

“Would you like to tell me about your day?”

“After you tell me about yours. Wanna listen to you talk.” His admittance made you smile and kiss his neck.

“Well, then let me help you clean up and I’ll tell you about all the drama at work.” Chan nodded and leaned back, keeping his hands on your hips at all times. His eyes closed as the warm water began to soak his hair and drip down his face. The image of him was enough to stop you in your tracks and admire his pretty features. Delicate and somehow prominently defined bone structure, pink plump lips with a lovely cupid’s bow, your eyes raked down his thick neck to the built traps of his wide shoulders and broad chest and you wondered how on earth you came to call this beautiful human yours. His looks alone were enough to cast a spell over you, make you want to do anything you could to take care of him, in this very moment you were entranced.

With him still holding on to you, you reached for the shampoo bottle and poured a bit in your hands, lathering it up before massaging the bubbles into his hair. Chan’s lips parted a little at the action followed by a slight groan. “My boss is still an asshole, but today was okay for me, he was pretty occupied. Remember that girl I was telling you about? The assistant? Well, I saw her sneak into my boss’s office during his lunch break.”

Chan peaked one eye open, “what? Really?”

“Mhm,” you nodded your head, “you’ll never believe what happened.” Once your fingers started to get rubbed raw, you figured it was time to rinse. “Head back,” he followed your instructions and let the water clean the shampoo away. “My boss came back after lunch, but his wife was with him!”

Both of Chan’s eyes shot open and he gasped, “no way! Was the assistant still in his office?”

“Yes! And the door was closed! I saw the whole thing as it was happening. Head up.” Conditioner next, then body soap on a scrub glove. You took your time rubbing the exfoliating glove over the expanse of his skin, enjoying getting to clearly see all of his little features up close, particularly his chest and arms. Chan smirked a little as he watched you ogle him.

“What happened next?” He prodded.

“I couldn’t see what the assistant was doing inside his office, but I heard her say that she was just leaving his week’s itinerary and organizing some files and she ran out. The wife was totally clueless.”

Straightening out his arm, you held it up as the soap coated his skin, smelling like a soft lavender. “Damn, I really thought the wife would finally realize her husband was cheating on her.” Chan mindlessly used the suds to clean his lower half as well.

“You and me both, babe. Turn around.”

His back was like a dream to look at, let alone get to see all soapy and wet. You squeezed the glove across his shoulder and let the suds drip down for your own amusement. The little giggle that left you had Chan peaking over his shoulder, “enjoying yourself?”

“Mhm. A lot,” you kiss his lips as he chuckles before continuing your task. “Wanna tell me what made your day suck so bad?”

Chan’s head fell forward with a long sigh, he rinsed the conditioner from his hair. “It’s not even anything terrible. It’s just… the regular stuff that is getting so exhausting.”

Taking the shower head off the hook, you rinsed his body and hung the scrub glove, handing it to him to put back so you could wrap your arms around his waist. Chan’s head hung in the hot water while you pressed your ear to his back and listened to his heartbeat. The soft rhythm was almost mind numbing somehow, not realizing you were feeling him up and down until he cupped his hands over yours to stop before they got too low. “How can I help you?” You could only whisper, wishing there was a way to make all of his responsibilities evaporate like the steam on the bathroom walls.

“Just hold me.”

It was another few quiet moments with him like this until you started to get antsy. Your boyfriend was right in front of you, yet it still felt like his mind was so far away. You knew it was, a bad habit of his that not a lot seemed to break as he thought of all the things he still needed to do. And you missed him, so much that you couldn’t bear to tell him because it’d be one more thing on his plate.

Instead of voicing your concern for his overly bombarded thoughts, you figured it’d be more beneficial to put a pause on his brain all together.

So slow that he didn’t seem to register, you tiptoed your hand south and splayed your palm over his pelvis. It wasn’t until you took hold of his semi-hard cock did Chan realize what you were doing. His head shot up and tried to look back at you, but you lightly wrapped your hand around his neck and said, “relax, baby. No more thinking tonight.” You felt him swallow, then nod.

Not even thirty seconds later and he was at full mass, entirely at your mercy as the water acted as lubricant for lazily pumping him. Knowing just where to touch, just how to nibble lightly at his skin, just enough pressure around his neck to make his head fall back, Chan bucked into your palm and already felt so grounded beneath your touch. The warmth of the water was making him overheat even more now that his high was rising quicker than he’d expected. Your fingertips ran over the head of his cock before wrapping your hand into a tighter ring and speeding up your movements, Chan shuddered and let his head rest back against the side of yours. While you worked him up further, he placed a grip over the hand on his neck and squeezed tighter while his other reached back to grab your ass and pull you flush against his back side. Every time he rutted into the ring of your palm, your hips moved with his, fluid and in sync with every motion until he bit his lip to hold back the strained moans that wanted to erupt. “Let go, sweetheart. You deserve it. I won’t let you go,” the loving coo of your voice was what tipped him over the edge and release onto the tiled shower walls with a deep groan. You squeezed his neck just a little tighter while his nails dug into the fatty flesh of your ass, hips twitching until his shoulders slumped forward with relief.

“Fuck, I needed that. Thank you,” Chan rolled his head to kiss your temple. As he turned to take you into a hug again, you quickly took the shower head and cleaned the wall off and washed his seed down the drain.

“I know.” You hugged him back, but still felt his erection hard against your stomach.

His breathing returned back to normal soon. “Did you shower earlier?” He asked, you nodded, “good.”

Before you could question him further, Chan was guiding you out of the shower and letting the steam flood the bathroom even more. He dried you down before drying himself, taking in your lips as you attempted to wrap your hair in another towel to catch you off guard with your arms up and body exposed.

The kiss was hungrier than any of the past few shared since picking him up, so much needier and desperate that he unexpectedly picked you up and dropped you onto the bed in a matter of seconds. You squealed when your bare back hit the mattress and Chan fell to his knees in front of you. Doing your best not to get the sheets wet with your soaked hair, you looked down at him wonderfully confused, “what’re you doing?”

His lips were peppering kisses up and down your legs, coming to your thighs and he looked up at you through his long lashes. “You’re so sweet to me,” Chan said into your skin. “Packing me meals. Picking me up so late at night. Getting in the shower with me even if you’re already clean just because I asked. Always treating me so good and that was just today. You didn’t think I’d let you leave without a reward, did you?” Each sentence was accompanied by more kisses and slight teething to leave soft red marks.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he made his way higher and hooked his arms under your thighs. “I wasn’t going to ask for anything in return,” you admit, unabashedly indulging in how pretty his hair was when it was wet and curly, you couldn’t stop from twirling it between your fingers as his kisses came to the junction where your thigh met your pelvis.

“You don’t have to ask, baby. I wanna give it to you. Y’always deserve something just as sweet as you are. Let me? Please, please let me?” He was begging as his warm breath fanned over your center, sending shivers up your spine and raising goosebumps along your limbs.

Just a nod and a whine, he was overly enthusiastic in the way he began to devour you. Slurping noises filled the room from the very start, Chan clutched your thighs tightly to keep you from squirming and against his mouth at all times. His big tongue covered so much area, made you feel tingly all over especially when he peered up at you from between your legs, an obvious smirk as the same tongue wriggled to tease you for making such pretty nosies for him. Maybe a little too lost in it, Chan sat up onto his knees, hunched over and took your lower body up with him to fold you in half as he continued to stimulate what felt like every nerve in your body. He was looking down at you now and slightly menacing but in a way that was painfully arousing, he knew what he was doing when he began to hum. Hands in his hair, you were rutting into his face as if he was only there for your pleasure, and he loved it. So much so that even after you came into his mouth and he swallowed every bit, after you finally let him go and he placed you back onto the bed, Chan begged to let him do it again.

“Baby, I don’t think I can. Too tired and sensitive,” you breathed heavily as he crawled over your body.

“I know I can make you cum one more time at least. If not with my mouth, then…” His voice trailed off, lowering to place supple kisses across your chest and up your neck. “Let me fuck you, nice and slow just how you like. Wanna keep making you feel good, the way you make me feel. Wanna feel you around me, pulling me in so deep that you feel me in your belly,” he emphasized his sultry words by tracing his fingers across your lower stomach, making you shudder again. “Let me fuck you so soft until you cum around me, make you feel how much I love you and appreciate everything you do for me.” Your stomach twisted at his lewd, heartwarming promise, there was no denying him when he asked so kindly.

Tugging his head down for more kisses, Chan hiked your legs around his hips and immediately aligned himself with your core. The initial push in was a burning, blissful stretch to accommodate his swollen size, the both of you a sensitive mess from already coming once each and loudly groaning into the bedroom air.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck– you feel so good, so warm,” he mumbled against your lips, unable to shut himself up. Not that you minded, you adored when he told you how you made him feel, and he loved the reaction you gave him.

“See that, sweetheart?” He bucked his hips impossibly deeper, seeing the bulge in your lower belly protruding slightly. “What’d I tell ya? Isn’t that just the prettiest sight? Aside from you, of course,” Chan chuckled as he slowly fucked in and out of you, pressing his forehead against yours to watch as his tip prodded lightly upwards from your stomach.

His fascination for seeing himself within you was maddening, when he said he’d fuck you slow, you didn’t think it’d be this slow, to the point of almost stagnant. Whining and clawing at his biceps, you tried to buck yourself back and forth just for the friction and he laughed. He actually laughed watching you struggle to get yourself off after protesting it not even ten minutes ago. “Oh, you’re just so cute! Trying so hard. Is it working? Think you can do it yourself?”

“Baby, please– you said you’d–”

“I know, I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I could never say no to your pretty face.”

Chan adjusted his stance so his thighs brushed against your bruised ass and settled on his forearms on either side of your head. Cheek to cheek, you held onto him from under his arms, one hand hooking under his shoulder and the other reaching as far down as you could to dig your nails into his ass the same as he did earlier. The slight pain of your nails was encouraging, pulling out and pushing into you again at a languid pace. The sound of wetness filled the room from both the sloppy kisses he was leaving anywhere he could and from where your bodies connected.

He was alway vocal in bed especially when he was feeling the way he did now, at rock bottom but somehow on top of the world because he had you beside him, conflicted inside thinking he doesn’t deserve the love and support you provide but can’t seem to fend off the selfishness to push you away. You were better that sleep, better than three hot meals a day, better than any drug that could run through his veins because drugs eventually wear off, but there was no way he was ever going to get you out of his system.

So yeah, if the opportunity to tell you how much he adored you ever came around, he was going to take it. Such as now, for instance, fucking into you with nothing but love and passion while also letting out all of his day’s frustrations through his words.

“My beautiful baby, you fit me like a glove. Oh, you sound so pretty when you say my name. Say it again please? Hngh– there we go– ah, fuck– do that again. God, this hole is perfect, so perfect for me. Don’t ever wanna pull out. Wanna fuck you all day and night, make you cum over and over again until you can’t remember what day it is. How does that sound, love? Would you let me? Just say so and I’ll do it.”

If dirty talk was an olympic sport, he’d take the gold year after year because the flame in your gut was burning brighter and brighter with every thrust– or was that just his cock?

Didn’t matter, it could’ve been minutes or hours that he spoke to you like this, kept you teetering on the edge with just the right pace and depth to have your toes curling. It was so good that you wanted to cry, not just from the pleasure but because of how much you loved him, and there was no way to express that love without actually making the two of you break into tears.

But you couldn’t hold back the few that escaped down your cheek, though it was the sniffle that caught his attention to sit up and look at you with deep concern. “Baby? What is it?” He pulled out immediately, making you whimper and claw at his back for him to return. Chan was confused, but did as you asked and slowly pushed back into you, making your eyes screw shut and dig back into the mattress. “Talk to me, why are you crying?”

As he swiped the tear away with his thumb, you held his hand and nuzzled your cheek into his palm. “Love you so much,” it came out as less than a whisper and if Chan wasn’t looking at you, he wouldn’t have understood.

His eyes softened more than they already were, he almost felt the need to let a few tears shed as well but held up the strong fort for your sake. If he had cried too, that would’ve been the end of your little steamy session, and Chan knew better than to take the promise of pleasure away from you. So he squished your cheeks with both hands and planted kiss after kiss against your puffy lips, not letting you breathe as he did so.

“Love you so much more, you’ll never understand.”

Pressing his forehead against yours, not letting his eyes stray from your glistening ones, he continued to fuck into you until your body began to feel like it was floating and you were locking him between your legs in a vice grip, finally closing your eyes as the high stole your vision with a white blur. Chan’s head fell to the side of yours, still holding on when the pulsing of your walls finally let him give in to the euphoria he’d been trying so hard to keep at bay because truth be told, he almost came as soon as you said you loved him.

Bodies damp and tired, Chan would’ve collapsed on top of you if not for his knees tucked below him. Kissing you slowly, feather light and cherishing, he slipped away for just a moment to grab tissues off the nightstand and wipe you clean, then reaching for a clean pair of his boxers to slip up your legs. He giggled when he realized how much bigger they were and weren’t going to stay up.

The comforter was still neatly tucked under the corners of the bed, but Chan decided that while he had you here momentarily immobilized, he’d tuck and roll you into the blanket like a burrito, just your head sticking out of the top. “Nooo! I can’t hold you!” You complained, but laughed along with him anyway.

“It’s for your own good! So you can’t run away from me,” he challenged and wrapped himself around your blanket bundle tightly.

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”

“You’re stuck with me, actually. I have you trapped with no escape.” He rubbed his nose into your cheek with a sleepy grin.

“Oh nooo, what will I do?” The fake worry made him sigh, but still smooch your cheek sweetly and roll over so he was on top of you again.

“What do you think will happen with the assistant and your boss?”

“You’re so nosy!” The two of you giggled much too loudly for how late at night it was.

He didn’t let you loose, choosing to keep you wrapped up tightly in the blanket, safe and sound and in his arms.

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stayteezdreams · 1 year ago

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Spoiled With Love

Plot: Chris decides the best way to spend your birthday is by spoiling you as much as he can

Pairing: Christopher/Bang Chan x Gn!Reader

Requested by @thunderous-wolf

Warnings(?): Use of pet-names and a lot of fluff

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You rushed to the door with glee before yanking it open. Your smile turned to amusement as Chris stood at your doorstep, arms full with various bags and boxes.

"Wha- Chris, this seems like a lot more than just breakfast."

Even while struggling Chris had a bright smile on his face. "It's your birthday, I'm spoiling you!"

Moving aside as he came in, you let out a chuckle, "It's too much Chris!"

He giggled, "It's not all breakfast, it's other stuff too, which you will find out about later."

Placing everything down on the kitchen counter he grinned before turning to you. Stepping forward he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then to your cheek, then to your nose, before finally kissing you on the lips.

When he pulled away you grinned at each other. "Happy Birthday baby."

You smiled before pecking his lips in return. "Thank you."

Grabbing you by your shoulders, he spun you around before leading you towards the living room. "Now, go hang out in the living room while I set things up."

"What? Don't you want help?"

"Nope, it needs to be a surprise."

"But-"

He plopped you down on the couch before pointing a finger in warning at you. "No buts! And no peeking."

You pouted before a smile broke out, "Fine, I'll wait here."

He grinned and nodded before running back into the kitchen happily, making you giggle.

Not long passed before you heard the sound of toppling objects and a few whispered curses. You peered towards the kitchen before calling out.

"You sure you don't need help?"

"Everything's fine!" He yelled back, obviously panicked, making you roll your eyes and chuckle under your breath.

Your stomach was filled with butterflies as you wondered what exactly Chris was doing. He always tried to spoil you, especially on occasions like birthdays. And as many times as you told him there was no need, it always made you feel special.

A hundred tik-toks later, and the smell of food filling the living room making you hungry, Chris finally appeared, a bit breathless but smiling. "Alright, it's ready!"

You grinned as you stood up, taking his hand that he had reached out towards you. As you followed him into the kitchen, you grinned at the sight in front of you.

Lied out across the kitchen counter were trays of various foods. Pastries and fruit you could tell came from somewhere expensive, your favorite breakfast foods, and coffee all set up for the two of you to enjoy.

At the edge of the table sat a beautiful bouquet of flowers, balloons, a large card and a few bag and boxes you figured were the presents you told him not to spend too much on.

Turning to Chris you hugged him, "Thank you, I love it. It all looks so great!"

He pecked your nose, "I'm glad. The card is signed by all of the guys."

You smiled as you looked over at the card.

"And the presents are for later." He added on.

You let out a dramatic gasp, "What so I get to look at them, but not open them?"

He nodded and you pouted, "Mean."

He chuckled, "Lets eat before it gets cold okay?"

You nodded as you sat own, his hand resting on your leg as you picked at various foods.

"Where are these from?" You asked with a groan as you ate a delicious scone.

"Not telling!"

You glared at him, knowing it was because he didn't want you to know how much he had spent on you.

"But it's so good, I might want to get some more!"

"I'll buy you as many as you want." He countered and you playfully glared at him, making him chuckle.

You quickly gave up, knowing you wouldn't win and read through all of the messages from the boys in the card as you ate. You smiled at each message and joke, and felt your chest grow warm.

When you were full from all of the food, you helped pack up the rest of the pastries and fruit for later. Suddenly, Chris wrapped his arms around you from behind and you grinned before you squeezed his arms with your hands.

"Okay, you can open one present, but just one okay?"

You grinned at him and nodded. "Do I get to pick?"

He nodded and you waddled over to the presents as he remained attached to you.

He giggled as you hummed, trying to decide which one to open first. Grabbing the biggest box, you drug it towards you and he chuckled.

"I knew you'd go for that one."

When you finally got the box open, you found it was full of all of your favorite teas. Some bags, some loose leaf. You grinned and looked over at him.

"These are all my favorites!"

"Of course they are!" He said with a grin, "Any time you tell me something is your favorite I make sure to remember it."

You felt warmth fill you as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're too sweet. Thank you."

He caressed the side of your face, "You're welcome baby. I love you. Do you want to have some before we go?"

"Go?" You asked perplexed and you saw realization cross his features.

"Did I not tell you we were going out?" You shook your head and he hissed, "Oops."

"Chris!" You said half-serious as you lightly smacked his shoulder.

"Sorry sorry! But I promise you'll enjoy it okay?"

You hummed under your breath, as excitement secretly coursed through you.

The surprise trip consisted of an hour long drive filled with laughter and karaoke. When you arrived, it was at a large and beautiful nature park. You walked, and talked, took photos, ate ice cream, saw various animals, and had some drinks at an outdoor cafe before having lunch at a nearby restaurant Chris had reserved previously.

You climbed back in the car after a few hours, a few trinkets and a plush Chris bought you in hand, ready for the ride back home. Which seemed to pass much quicker than the ride there, though you weren't sure if you preferred that or not.

By the time you had gotten home, you were already starting to build up an appetite for dinner, which you knew would be shared with the others, who planned to come by later to celebrate with you.

Chris had told you previously, that the day was just for you and him, while the evening could be with everyone. You were perfectly okay with the idea, as you loved nothing more than spending time with Chris. And so far your birthday had been perfect.

Back home, you sat down on the couch as Chris ran off to the kitchen. You were confused by this, until he came back out with your presents in hand.

He grinned at you, "Time for prezzies!"

"Prezzies?" You asked with a laugh and he just chuckled.

In the first two presents, there was cute stationary for your office, and some of your favorite fragrances. The next two presents made you feel more emotional however.

The first was a jacket that matched one of his. It was one you adored, but often complained about being too big for you to properly wear.

When you pulled it on, his familiar smell washed over you. "You sprayed it with your cologne?"

He nodded with a smile "So it'll be like you're wearing mine."

You grinned, kissing him on the cheek. He slid over the last present, something in a small bag. Inside was a beautiful bracelet, as you admired it, Chris pulled up his own sleeve, to reveal he was wearing a matching one.

"You got us couple bracelets?" You grinned, feeling a bit emotional.

Chris noticing this, cooed at you before pulling you into his chest, "So cute." He teased.

"Shhh" You shushed him but wrapped your arms round his neck and pressed another kiss to his cheek. "I love it Chris, I love everything, thank you."

"You're welcome baby."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The rest of the evening went just as well, when the boys showed up with their loud cheers and various out-of-tune birthday songs. You received various presents from them, ranging from a painting by Hyunjin, to a creepy doll from Lee Know that you were certain was haunted.

To end the night, Chris brought out a beautiful cake for you that he had apparently hid in the fridge to surprise you.

You couldn't feel more special, spoiled, or happy than today, and you knew it was all because of Chris. Well, and a little bit because of the boys, but you'd never give them too much credit, you'd never hear the end of it

xx End xx

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milkistay · 2 years ago

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this, for now — bc

synopsis. after 12 years, you reunite with your childhood best friend, chan, who comes back home from his idol life in korea.

pairing. childhoodfriend!chan x gn!reader

format. imagine

word count. 1.5k

a/n. this could also be seen as platonic...i believe. there’s nothing explicitly romantic, just two very close old friends yearning for each other. kind of bittersweet, too.

"do you remember when we'd go here after school?"

it’s maybe a few minutes before sunset and you’re walking around your old childhood neighborhood with someone you never thought would see again this soon: chan, your old childhood friend. the streets are painted a strange tone of nostalgia; it’s like you’re walking through hazy memories, dream-like and familiar. sometimes, you’ll spot a house or a street corner that sends you back to your 13-year-old self so strongly, you feel as if you’ve shifted to the past. but then, you look to your left and you see chan, who has so obviously grown up, and you remember all the time that has passed.

he’s grown taller, of course, with broader shoulders and bigger arms. he’s lost most of his baby fat in his face—his jawline is much more apparent, as are all of the sharp angles in his features. you can almost barely recognize him. almost, because you don’t think you could ever forget the little things in chan’s appearance that make him who he is. he smiles and there's something about it that makes you ache—there’s your old best friend again, happy and smiley.

chan’s pointing to a convenience store up ahead when he asks his question. the storefront hasn't changed a bit——still displaying its ice cream cooler next to the front entrance, its 3-for-1 cough drop deal, and its blue and yellow ATM. you could find your way through the aisles in your sleep, despite the 12 years that have passed since the last time you and chan slipped in, exhausted after a long school day, and left with candy and soft drinks. sometimes, you'd spend the afternoon at the nearby park, the sun on your face and the grass under your thighs as you complained about your teachers and took turns trying to catch m&m's in your mouths. other times, you'd head straight to chan's house and play games in his living room, even staying for dinner.

"of course, i remember," you tell him. “it hasn’t been that long.”

maybe 12 years isn’t that long. maybe it is. it feels long, that you know for sure.

in those past 12 years, you've watched chan move to seoul and follow his dream of becoming an idol, growing more talented and more mature with each comeback photo and video that pops up on your social media. in between your busy days, you could only catch glimpses of his rapidly-evolving career and his sudden rise to stardom. with each stray kids photo you saw, the chan you knew so intimately appeared to turn more and more into a stranger. the boy from your childhood grew into a man and you weren't even there to see it.

but he returns to australia after all these years and he smiles at you and suddenly, he's the same 13-year-old who swore, pinky interlocked with yours, that he'd never stop being your best friend. he was chris again.

and you tried. of course, you tried to keep in touch. he cried in your arms before he left for the airport and promised to call you every day. but being a trainee was busy and being an idol was busier and you had to grow up and move to college and find your own future too, so, after a while, his daily calls became weekly, then monthly, then a rarity. you learned more about his life through stray kids youtube videos than you did through his own words. and you were so happy for him, of course. but you missed him so fucking much.

“do you remember all of our sleepovers?” you ask, praying he does.

please remember us. please remember me. please tell me i still have a place in your life.

he doesn’t even take a moment to think: “yes, yes i do.” he’s grinning now. “we’d basically live out of each other’s houses for a week, just: school, your house, games, dinner, sleep, wake up, school, my house, listen to music, dinner, sleep. god, that was fun.”

“remember hannah would always say—”

“that you were basically her other sibling?” chan finishes with a laugh. “yeah, i think she saw you and me together more than she saw just me alone sometimes.”

you laugh with him. “she said she couldn’t imagine anything pulling us apart.”

“yeah,” chan concedes. “i couldn’t imagine anything either.”

the both of you fall into a sudden silence that’s tinted with an awkwardness that would’ve never existed when you were both 13 and inseparable. it’s a silence of grief, mourning the past determination to stay best friends forever and never leave each other’s sides. during those sleepovers, you’d brainstorm the rest of your lives together—how you’d live in the same dorm in college, then get an apartment together, adopt a dog, and grow up side-by-side.

was it foolish that you believed in it? was it always just wishful thinking? over those years spent apart, you’d ponder what could’ve been—what your life would look like if chan never moved. it was always bittersweet and you found yourself longing too much so you decided to stop. there’s no point in thinking about what could’ve been—it isn’t, so just focus on what is. and ‘what is’ is a life where chan lives across the ocean and you’re creating your own separate worlds. the too-harsh reality.

"god, you have no idea how much i missed this," chan admits with a sigh, looking up to the sky that was slowly turning shades of pink and orange.

you offer a chuckle. “yeah, it’s nice to be home, i guess.”

"no, no," he begins. "well, yes—i missed my family like crazy, like you wouldn’t believe—but i’m talking about this." he gestures to the both of you. "us. i missed us."

"oh.” somehow, you weren’t expecting that. “well, someone moved away," you say with feigned accusation.

he lets out a laugh. "i did, didn't i?” he thinks for a moment. “i don't regret it. i love my boys, i love our fans, i love what we're doing. i just…i miss you,” he says, plain and simple. “and i wish there was some way that i could've had it all. you're the one thing that's missing from my life.”

during the times you pondered what could’ve been, you always came to the conclusion that you were the only one thinking about it, that chan had forgotten you. it hurt a bit, but you thought it was the best way to see it if you wanted to move on from the past.

but this—you're the one thing that's missing from my life. fuck. you didn’t even realize how much you had been aching to hear that chan still thinks about you. fuck, how can you move on?

"i wish you could've had it all, too. i miss you. so fucking much.”

he sighs. "and there's no way for you to somehow have the urge to relocate to seoul?"

you laugh. "i want to, believe me when i say that. but..."

he nods. "but."

"i have a life, too, you know. a job. friends. i can't just leave."

"i know, i know. i just—"

"me too." you offer a sad smile. "me too."

the sky turns pinker as the sun sets. the neighborhood grows dimmer.

“so what now?” chan asks.

“what do you mean?”

“i miss you, you miss me, what are we supposed to do now?”

“is there anything we can do?” from the way his expression falls, you can tell he was hoping for a more optimistic answer. “we’ve spent so long cultivating these lives exclusive of each other, is there any way to weave one another into them?”

“you could move to seoul…”

“i can’t.”

“i could move back—”

“you won’t.”

“i could—”

“no, you couldn’t. and you won’t. i know you won’t and you know i won’t let you.”

“i know.” he sighs. “i know.”

“i think this is all we can have.”

“this?”

“this—you and me, coincidentally back home at the same time for a few days, reminiscing for a bit, then parting ways again.”

he nods, reluctantly agreeing because it’s true, as unfortunate as it is. “for now,” he adds optimistically. “maybe, one day, we can figure it out.”

“maybe,” you say, not thinking you’d believe it. but as you say it, maybe foolishly, you find a little hope.

“i’ll take it. i’ll take what i can have. i’ll have this, for now.”

he offers a smile and who are you to not give him one back?

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hanjicore · 2 years ago

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♬♩♪♩ Love song

genre: fluff

pairing: chan x gn!reader

author's note: chan is cute! i had this idea and loved it

Chan is your crush, he’s a talented producer, a good singer, and a really pretty boy.

Today you’re going to visit his dorm, which he shares with his bandmates. When you arrive, Changbin opens the door for you. You greet him and ask for Chan.

“He’s in his bedroom. I’ll guide you,” he says, letting you enter.

The boy shows you the way and you knock on the door. “Chan?” you call him. You can hear his footsteps. He opens the door and immediately gives you a big hug, making your cheeks turn red.

“Hi, Y/N! Please come in!” he says, giving you space to enter his bedroom. As you enter, you see a very organized room. You didn’t know, but he cleaned his room because of you. You stay still beside his desk looking at every detail of his room. “You can sit on the bed,” he says, snapping you out of your trance. You do as he said, hugging a pillow.

You're kind of embarrassed. It’s not the first time you’ve been to his dorm, but it’s the first time you've entered his bedroom. He sits at your side with his laptop.

“So, let’s watch the movie?” he asks.

The movie! You’re so nervous you forgot you planned to watch a movie with Chan.

“Yes!” you answer.

“I’ll take some snacks in the kitchen, wait a minute,” he says, getting up.

When he’s back, his hands are full of snacks like chocolate bars, cookies, and Doritos. He sits at your side again, putting the snacks on your lap. Chan puts his laptop on the bed after starting the movie. You watch it together, eating and talking about some scenes.

After the movie ends, your head rests on his shoulder and his head on yours. You wish that this moment could last forever.

“That was a great movie,” he broke the silence. “Did you like it?”

“Yes, the ending was perfect,” you reply.

“Now it’s time to clean up this mess,” he says pointing at all the snack packages on the bed. “Let me throw them away.”

While he goes to the kitchen to throw all the mess, you go to the bathroom to wash your hands, which are stained orange from eating Doritos.

When you go back to Chan’s bedroom, he’s already there, sitting in the same spot as before. You sit with him. He’s fidgeting with his fingers looking at his laptop. You know this means he’s deeply immersed in thought.

“It’s everything ok, Chan?” you ask, moving closer to him.

“Yeah, I just…” he clears his throat. “Need to show you something.”

“Sure. Show me,” you say.

He opens the music software he uses. “Listen close,” Chan says before pressing the start button.

Sweet music starts. The lyrics are about loving someone and wanting them. It’s an amazing song, made with his soul as if he poured all of his feelings into it.

“It’s beautiful, Chan. I loved it,” you say with a big smile on your face when the music ended.

However, he keeps looking at you with no reaction. Your smile turns into a confused expression.

“You didn’t understand,” he sighs, looking at his laptop now. “Or you’re rejecting me?”

Your mouth opens in surprise. Rejecting him? You would never do that! Wait…

It’s then that you finally understand. The music is for you! He’s confessing through a song! Chan is really cute.

You gently caress one of his hands and say, “Chan? I’m not rejecting you. I love you!”

He’s looking at you again, this time smiling. He holds your face with both hands and gives you a quick kiss.

“I love you so much, baby,” Chan says before giving you another kiss, a longer one this time.

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honey-andmilktea · 9 months ago

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✎ Welcome to Night Vale: Glow Cloud

🤎𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Scientist!Bang Chan x GN!RadioShowHost!Reader | 🌙𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, Crack Fic, 1st Person | 🖊️𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,789 Words | ✏️𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Most of the dialogue is from the Night Vale podcast and transcriptions! I recommend checking out the podcast it’s so cool and funny! There's not a lot of Chan in this one but other groups and other group members are mentioned! [Lee Felix, Lee Minho, Choi San, Lee Minhyuk (Monsta X)] | ❌𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of dead animals, more oddities, slightly offensive humor (?)

🍁𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A mysterious cloud looms over Night Vale plus the change of the Boy Scouts hierarchy, community events, and a PTA bake sale!

“June, July, August. Every day, we hear their laughter. I think of the painting by Van Gogh, the man in the chair. Everything wrong, and nowhere to go. His hands over his eyes.” - Mary Oliver, ‘August’

The desert seems vast, even endless, and yet scientists tell us that somewhere, even now, there is snow. Welcome to Night Vale.

ೃ⁀➷ 🦇🕰️☀️[Monday, 8 am]

I get everything ready for the morning’s broadcast. I sit with my regular cup of coffee in hand as I move my mic close to me and start the morning’s announcements. “The Night Vale Tourism Boards ‘Visitable Night Vale’ campaign has kicked off with posters encouraging folks to take their family on a scenery filled jaunt through the trails of Radon Canyon. Their slogan: ‘The view is literally breathtaking.' Posters will be placed at police stations and frozen yogurt shops in nearby towns, along with promotional giveaways of plastic sheeting and rebreathers.”

I clear my throat as I continue on to the news of the morning. “And now, the news. Have any of our listeners seen the glowing cloud that has been moving in from the west? Well, Lee Felix, you know, the farmer? He saw it over the Western Ridge this morning, said he would have thought it was the setting sun if it wasn’t for the time of day. Apparently, the cloud glows in a variety of colors, perhaps changing from observer to observer, although all report a low whistling when it draws near. One death has already been attributed to the glow cloud.” I raise my brows at that last part feeling it was a little extreme but also made some sense in a crazy predetermined way.

“But listen, it’s probably nothing.” I turn away from the mic and snort. It most possibly is something, but the listeners don’t need to start freaking out now. “If we had to shut down the town for every mysterious event that at least one death could be attributed to, we’d never have time to do anything, right? That’s what the Sheriff’s Secret Police are saying, and I agree, although I would not go as far as to endorse their suggestion to ‘run directly at the cloud, shrieking and waving your arms, just to see what it does.’” I shake my head but smile with a tiny sigh. I was right though, our community was full of oddities, if we shut down every time something happened, we would basically not exist. I roll my eyes as I read what comes after in my notes.

“The Apache Tracker, and I remind you that this is that white guy who wears the huge and cartoonishly inaccurate Indian headdress, has announced that he has found some disturbing evidence concerning the recent incident at the Night Vale Post Office, which has been sealed by the City Council since the great screaming that was heard from it a few weeks ago. He said that using ancient Indian magics, he slipped through Council security into the Post Office and observed that all the letters and packages had been thrown about as in a whirlwind, that there was the heavy stench of scorched flesh, and that words written in blood on the wall said, ‘More to come…and soon.’” I scoff lightly as I shake my head and continue to talk. “Can you believe this guy said he used ‘Indian Magicks’? What an asshole.”

ೃ⁀➷ 🦇🕰️🌑 [Monday, 2 pm]

I purse my lips as I go to sit, having noticed something on my little trip down the hall. “Here’s something odd: There is a cat hovering in the bathroom at the radio station here. Seems perfectly happy and healthy, but it’s floating about four feet off the ground next to the sink. Doesn’t seem to be able to move from its current hover spot.” My smile turns into a little pout at that fact. It must be so lonely being all stuck there. “If you pet her, she purrs, and she’ll rub on your body like a normal cat if you get close enough. Fortunately, because she’s right by the sink, it was pretty easy to leave some water and food where he could get it, and it’s nice to have a station pet.” I smile and coo to myself at the fact that we now have a little pet to call our own in the station. “Wish it weren’t trapped in a hovering prison in the bathroom, but listen, no pet is perfect. It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is.” I clear my throat and continue with our next segment for the afternoon. “And now, a message from our sponsors: I took a walk on the cool sand dunes, brittle grass overgrown, and above me, in the night sky, above me, I saw. The bitter taste of unripe peaches and a smell I could not place, nor could I escape. I remembered other times that I could not escape. I remembered other smells. The moon slunk like a wounded animal. The world spun like it had lost control. Concentrate only on breathing and let go of ideas you had about nutrition and alarm clocks. I took a walk on the cool sand dunes, brittle grass overgrown, and above me, in the night sky, above me, I saw.” I hum and nod as I read the paper, flipping it over to continue.

“This message was brought to you by Coca-Cola.”

ೃ⁀➷ 🦇🕰️🌑 [Monday, 4:30 pm]

“The City Council, in cooperation with government agents from a vague, yet menacing, agency, is asking all citizens to stop by the Night Vale Elementary School gymnasium tonight at 7 for a brief questionnaire about mysterious sights that definitely no one saw and strange thoughts that in no way occurred to anyone, because all of us are normal, and to be otherwise would make us outcasts from our own community. Remember: If you see something, say nothing, and drink to forget.” I move my finger from the button, reading over the rest of my notes a small pensive look on my face before I continue.

“The Boy Scouts of Night Vale have announced some slight changes to their hierarchy, which will now be the following: Cub Scout, Boy Scout, Blood Pact Scout, Weird Scout, Dreadnought Scout, Dark Scout, Fear Scout, and, finally, Eternal Scout.” I used my fingers to count off everything, a small smile spreading on my lips as I continued. “As always, sign-up is automatic and random, so please keep an eye out for the scarlet envelope that will let you know your son has been chosen for the process.”

ೃ⁀➷ 🦇🕰️☀️[Tuesday, 7 am]

I started my day with some interesting news. Well more like everyday news, normal in Night Vale but news is always interesting, isn’t it? I sat myself down with a bagel in my mouth. I took a bite and started the broadcast. “This is probably nothing, listeners, but Lee Felix, you know, the farmer? He reports that the Glow Cloud is directly over old town Night Vale, and appears to be raining small creatures upon the earth.” I nod along to what I read, typical for our lovely little town. Taking another bite of my bagel I continue. “Armadillos, lizards, a few crows. That kind of thing. Fortunately, the animals appear to be dead already, so the Night Vale Animal Control department has said that it should be a snap to clean those up.” I bring my mic with me as I move to make myself a coffee. I’m quite happy that I decided to set up a coffee maker in my little office. “They just have to be tossed on to the Eternal Animal Pyre in Mission Grove Park, so if that’s the worst the Glow Cloud has for us, I’d say go ahead and do your daily errands, just bring along a good, strong umbrella, capable of handling falling animals of up to, let’s say, 10 pounds.” I smiled as my coffee finished walking back to sit down passing by an umbrella I had perched against one of the walls of the office. I sit and take a sip of my coffee with a satisfied hum. “More on the Glow Cloud as it continues to crawl across our sky. And hey, here’s a tip: Take your kid out and use the cloud’s constantly mutating hue to teach them the names of colors! It’s fun, and teaches them the real life applications of learning.”

ೃ⁀➷ 🦇🕰️🌑[Tuesday, 1 pm]

I quickly run to my mic half throwing off my jacket as I get back from picking up lunch. There was a breaking news alert and I had to report on it right away. “Alert! The Sheriff’s Secret Police are searching for a fugitive named Lee Minho, who escaped custody last night following a 9 pm arrest. Mr. Lee is described as a black cat hybrid, about 5’8” in height, with yellow cat eyes, and about 145 pounds. He is suspected of insurance fraud.” I settled in my chair, catching my breath before continuing the rest of the alert. “Mr. Lee was pulled over for speeding last night, and the Secret Police became suspicious when he allegedly gave the officers a fake driver license for a 5’10” man named Lee Minhyuk. After discerning that Lee Minhyuk was actually a black cat hybrid from somewhere other than our little world, the Secret Police searched Mr. Lee’s vehicle.” As I talk I open up the container my lunch was in taking a bite of it since I couldn’t handle being hungry any longer.

“Representatives from local Civil Rights organizations have protested that officers had no legal grounds to search the vehicle, but they ceded the point when reminded by Secret Police officials that our backwards court system will uphold any old authoritarian rule made up on the fly by unsupervised gun-carrying thugs of a shadow government.” Rolling my eyes a little at that but nodding as that is true continuing to enjoy my lunch as I wrap up the alert for the day. “The Secret Police say Mr. Lee escaped custody by scratching at one of the Secret Police officials. He was last seen jumping and hissing along the Red Mesa. Secret Police are asking for tips leading to the arrest of Lee Mimho. They remind you that, if seen, he should not be approached, as he is an uncontrolled cat hybrid. Contact the Sheriff’s Secret Police if you have any information. Ask for Officer Changbin. Helpful tipsters will earn one stamp on their Alert Citizen Card. Collect 5 stamps and you get Stop Sign Immunity for one year!”

I sit back and decide to finish my lunch before continuing the broadcasting of the rest of the events of the day.

ೃ⁀➷ 🦇🕰️🌑[Tuesday, 1:30 pm]

I clean up my station humming happily to myself satisfied with the meal I just had. I sat in front of my mic before pulling out the rest of my papers. “And now, a look at the community calendar.” I clear my throat and start to read the next couple events for the week and next week. “Saturday, the public library will be unknowable. Citizens will forget the existence of the library from 6 am Saturday morning until 11pm that night. The library will be under a sort of…renovation. It is not important what kind of renovation.” I make a mental note of that which in honesty I might end up forgetting either way-. I shake my head and continue to read.

“Sunday is Dot Day. Remember: Red Dots on what you love. Blue Dots on what you don’t. Mixing those up can cause permanent consequences.” I shiver at the thought, knowing those consequences are real and to always remember the difference between Red and Blue dots on Dot Day.

“Monday, Choi San is offering bluegrass lessons in the back of Louie’s Music Shoppe. Of course, the Shoppe burned down years ago, and San skipped town immediately after with his insurance money, but he sent word that you should bring your instrument to the crumbled, ashy shell of where his shop once was, and pretend that he is there in the darkness, teaching you. The price is $50 per lesson, payable in advance.” I scrunch my eyebrows at this, shaking my head in disbelief but shrugging. Just another person of good old Night Vale.

“Tuesday afternoon, join the Night Vale PTA for a bake sale to support Citizens of a Blood Space War. Proceeds will go to support neutron bomb development and deployment to our outer solar system allies. Wednesday has been canceled due to a scheduling error. And on Thursday, there is a free concert.” I blink as I look over the paper and tilt my head. “That’s all it says here.”

ೃ⁀➷ 🦇🕰️🌑[Tuesday, 2:00 pm]

“New call in from Lee Felix, you know, the farmer?” I’m leaning back on my chair absentmindedly throwing a ball up in the air. There is so much that can keep me entertained. “Seems the Glow Cloud has doubled in size, enveloping all of Night Vale in its weird light and humming song. Little League administration has announced that they will be going ahead with the game, although there will be an awning built over the field due to the increase in size of the animal corpses being dropped.” I pulled out a paper squinting at it before perking up. “I’ve had multiple reports that a lion, like the kind you would see on the sun-baked plains of Africa, or a pee stained enclosure at a local zoo, fell on top of the White Sand Ice Cream Shoppe. The Shoppe is offering a free dipped cone to anyone who can figure out how to get the thing off.” I hum as I try to figure out a way to fit in a visit to the Shoppe. Who knows I could win myself a free dipped cone.~

“The Sheriff’s Secret Police have apparently taken to shouting questions at the Glow Cloud, trying to ascertain what exactly it wants. So far the Glow Cloud has not answered. The Glow Cloud does not need to converse with us. It does not feel as we tiny humans feel.” It felt like I was in a trance as I kept speaking. My mouth is just moving and no thoughts in mind. “It has no need for thoughts or feelings or love. The Glow Cloud simply is. All hail the mighty Glow Cloud. All hail. And now, slaves of the Cloud, the weather.”

ೃ⁀➷ 🦇🕰️🌑[Tuesday, 7 pm]

“Sorry, listeners. Not sure what happened in that earlier section of the broadcast. As in, I actually don’t remember what happened.” I blink a little rubbing my forehead as I try to remember. “Tried to play back the tapes but they all are blank and smell faintly of vanilla.” I take some of the tapes and give them another sniff before my eyebrows scrunch up again. They really do smell like vanilla. Kind of pleasant actually. “The Glow Cloud, meanwhile, has moved on. It is now just a glowing spot in the distance, humming easy to destinations unknown. We may never fully understand, or understand at all, what it was and why it dumped a lot of dead animals on our community. But, and I’m going to get a little personal here, that’s the essence of life, isn’t it?” I hum in thought to myself as I think over my words going off script now.

“Sometimes you go through things that seem huge at the time, like a mysterious Glowing Cloud devouring your entire community. While they are happening, they feel like the only thing that matters, and you can hardly imagine that there’s a world out there that might have anything else going on. And then the Glow Cloud moves on, and you move on, and the event is behind you. And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less. Or absolutely not at all, in my case. And you are left with nothing but a powerful wonder at the fleeting nature of even the most important moment in life, and the faint but pretty smell of vanilla.” I smile to myself as I pull out a sticky note ready to end the broadcast for the night.

“Finally dear listeners, here is a list of things:

Emotions you don’t understand upon viewing a sunset.

Lost pets, found.

Lost pets, unfound.

A secret lost pet city on the moon.

Trees that see.

Restaurants that hear.

A void that thinks.

A face, half-seen, just before falling asleep.

Trembling hands reaching for desperately needed items.

Sandwiches.

Silence when there should be noise.

Noise when there should be silence.

Nothing, when you want something.

Something, when you thought there was nothing.

Clear plastic binder sheets.

Scented dryer sheets.

Rain coming down in sheets.

Night.

Rest.

Sleep.

End.

Goodnight, listeners. Goodnight.” I end the broadcast with a smile. I move to the couch in the room and decide to do a little gazing out into the night sky. See what else our little strange town can offer me.

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silverlakee · 12 days ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/silverlakee/774389864465629184/you-should-make-some-texts-of-likeyn-dirty?source=share

Hii same anon, so like y/n sends nudes/dirty talk to her bf (a member ofc), not knowing that their with the group so the group sees

texts with bf! skz ♡.*•

• when skz members accidentally see your nudes/texts

• incl: ot8

• mdni/suggestive

• i’m sorry these are absolutely not the best bc i was very tired when i made them but i hope this is what you wanted! thank u for the request!

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asherthehimbo · 1 year ago

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W.W.E.

[Wolfgang Wriothesely Enthusiast]

Idol!Bang Chan x Streamer!gn!reader

listen, you are but a simple person, you see a hot game character, you simp for said character. Luckily for you, Felix likes simping for Genshin Characters with you. Unluckily, Felix can't keep secrets, especially from your boyfriend, Chan.

"No, like Hyung LISTEN, he looks exactly like you when we were in our wolfgang era, like you don't understand." Felix was pleading Chan to at least look at his phone screen. The sunshine boy had been farming for Wriothesely and Neuvillette ever since he heard of their existence, along with you. Although Felix had not managed to bring the Fontaine daddy's home, which was very sad.

"Felix, listen that's cool and all but you know I don't have an interest in this game, I don't see the point in showing me this" Chan was tired, he already had so much on his plate with the comeback. He just wanted to go home and take a nap with his head on your lap while you play your game, the sounds of fighting and BGM lulling him to sleep along with your soft breathing and little sounds of excitement when you did something right.

Honestly Chan had never really had any interest in the game, he knows you and Felix like it very much, knows how many hours you've spent staying up, 'farming' for your favorite characters, he didn't know what farming meant, but he would rather admire your face of concentration when you played than the game.

The one time he got curious about the game was when you and Felix had started theorizing about some sort of prince? He tried to follow along, but everything was just so complicated. Felix had always complained that despite your help, he still doesn't understand how to build his characters, and Chan doesn't think he would fare any better.

"COME ONNNN, even [Name] agreed that Wrio was hot, like Hyung you gotta see him, HE HAS HANDCUFFS HYUNG, HANDCUFFS" now that caught Chan's attention. While you had found some character attractive, you would always share them with him, asking him what he thought, but he hasn't heard you mention this 'Wrio' character yet.

Chan does know that you've been spending a lot more time on Genshin recently. He just thought that maybe your followers wanted more Genshin content. Maybe, though, were you trying to collect things for this character?

"Did [Name] say he looks like me as well?" Chan asked, Felix smiled brightly before responding, "They were actually the one that brought up the comparison! I think it's so cute that they're farming for him and building him up so much, he's really getting the princess treatment on their account, which says a lot because so far only Xiao and Ganyu have had that" and then Felix brought his hand up to his mouth in shock. "Shit…. I was not supposed to tell you that"

Well, now Chan has acquired new information. Hmm, maybe he should download the game too, then he could play with you. He knows Stay loves it when he shows up on your streams.

You knew what it would be like getting into a relationship with an idol, some hate from fans, minimum amount of time together because of tours. Luckily, both your fans and Stays had welcomed your relationship because of your previous friendship, so it wasn't a big shock when you two announced that you were dating.

The time away did get tough, but you've been together long enough to be able to endure it. This doesn't mean that you don't miss your boyfriend when he gets busy with the comeback season. You've just learned to cope by burying yourself in games. If your followers noticed this, then they wouldn't say anything about your content multiplying at the same time that Skz has a comeback.

Your new victim had been Genshin impact, a fan favorite, with Fontaine coming out. You were really excited. You had spent so much time collecting everything needed to ensure you get all the characters you want. You brought your C4 Hu Tao to a C6, and you managed to get C5 Neuvillette. Now you are struggling to get a C3 Wriothesley.

The cryo administrator had caught your attention very fast, his resemblance to your boyfriend making you love him. You were a Xia and Ganyu main. This was known. Those two characters had the worst case of princess treatment on your account, but that was all forgotten now.

Your followers watch as you sit hunched over your desk, hand gripping your hair. You had been trying for C6 Wriothesley for an hour but managed to get to C2, and then he was never seen again. You had already leveled him up to the max, got his artifacts, weapon, and everything was perfect, except for his constellation. And you curse Mihoyo, because if that little electro gold digging child graced your screen ONE more time, you were going to lose it. "Guys, I think we have to stop here for today. Clearly, my luck has run out. We'll have to try again tomorrow and hope C6 Wriothesley joins us."

After saying your greetings, you end the stream, looking at your account, now completely drained of all the resources you used on getting this character.

Damn the things you do for your boyfriend, well not for your boyfriend, but close enough. Sighing, you stand up and stretch, cursing as your back lets out a loud crack, damn you really need to see a physician or something, or at least fix your posture.

You hear the door open, signaling your boyfriend is home, so you walk to the front of the house, greeting him. Only for some reason, your boyfriend has the biggest smile on his face.

"Sooooooooooo, how would you feel if I were to ask you to play Genshin with me? like help me make an account and learn controls. " Immediately you perk up, your earlier frustration for the game forgotten, just happy to be sharing something with your boyfriend. You smile back in response.

Later that night, after you both have eaten and done your nightly routine, you sit at your set up, you and your boyfriend both on your respective chairs as you help him set up an account, he has the camera placed on the side of the desk because he needs to record a Vlog for the skz channel, which you don't mind.

After you explain to him the basis of the wishing system and show him how big the map gets and everything he has to do, he gets a little nervous. You assure him that the game isn't going anywhere, and there's no need to rush himself. After he is playing for a few hours when you arrive in Mondstat, you decide it's time to go to bed, telling him that since he has an off day tomorrow, he can continue playing then.

He tells you he wants to try wishing at least once before bed, and you can't say no when he looks at you like a kicked wolf. So you give in, helping him gain pay for Primo's and asking him what he wants to wish for. His response shocks you. "Felix told me there was this ice guy that reminded you of me, I want him," damnt Felix, and his loose lips. "Wriothesley? he's a 5-star, and you might not get him on your first multi, Don't you want to try Noel first? she's guaranteed" Your boyfriend only shakes his head in response, " I want the guy that reminded you of me" he says it with such a sweet smile, little dimples showing that you can't help but give him a kiss before complying with his wish.

Pressing the button, you explain to him the significance of the colors of the stars, and to your surprise, it seems he has a 5 star in his first Multi. He starts jumping in his seat as he click past the 3 star weapons to see what he got, first he's greeted with Thoma, you congratulate him, saying it's a good character, the next picture on the screen shocks you, in front of you appears Wriothesley, the man that reminded you of your boyfriend, the same man you had to use 3 Multi's to get the first time, you stare in shock as Chan jumps up screaming in excitement. After 5 minutes, he gets back to the screen, revealing that he also got Dori. When he finished clearing his Multi, you congratulated him on the good wish, telling him he must've drawn the lucky end of the straw.

That night you cuddle up with your boyfriend, lulling him to sleep as you explain the backstory and significance of Characters he would meet early on, you look down at your boyfriend, whose head is rested on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist, your fingers threading through his hair, and you smile.

Chan truly deserves the world. You can't even be jealous of his first multi being so lucky because seeing him smile like that tonight was worth it.

"Babe, guess what, I played some genshin this morning, and I wished again, I got a little carried away, BUT I GOT C6 WRIOTHESLEY!"

fuck being happy for Chan, being woken up to the news that he has managed to obtain the very thing you have been struggling to do. You look at him through lidded eyes, his cheerful self standing in the doorframe, looking at you who's still on the bed. You grunt and turn around, bringing the blanket to cover your face.You are not gonna deal with this right now.

You hear your boyfriend giggle as he jumps on you, taking the blanket away from your face. "Loveee youuuu," he sing-songs, obviously trying to wake you up. You hum back in response. He giggles again before starting to leave little kisses all over your face while his hands tickle your waist through the blanket.

You may give Wriothesley the princess treatment on genshin, but he could never compare to Chan. Nothing could compare to the feeling of your giggling boyfriend waking you up with kisses. Nothing at all.

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note: hihi, this is a little Bang Chan drabble that popped into my head when I saw Chan say he wanted to download Genshin on bubble, also the fact that he and Wriothesely look the same it so awesome. Please, no hate, hope yall like this.

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strayingawayy · 1 month ago

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flu blues...

...the one where chan gets sick and feels guilty about not being able to attend fan call events so you take it upon yourself to make him feel better <3 (warnings: soup and being sick)

the moment chan cracked open the door, his glassy eyes peeked out, paired with a sheepish sniffle. his voice was a hoarse whisper.

“hey…”

you stepped inside, arms full of essentials: soup, medicine, and the fluffiest blanket you could find. “hey? that's all i get? you’re sick, not on a secret mission.”

chan attempted a chuckle but dissolved into a coughing fit. you guided him back to the couch where he’d apparently been living. strewn tissues, half-empty mugs of tea, and a laptop with an endless chain of apology drafts to STAYs littered the coffee table.

“before you start. yes, i postponed the fan calls,” he said, groaning as he sank into the cushions. “and yes, i feel awful about it. worse than this flu, probably.”

you gave him a pointed look, placing a hand on his forehead. “chan, your temperature is higher than what jeongin told me when he called me to come over. the fans will live. you, however, need soup.”

he pouted, rubbing his nose with a tissue. “but-”

“no buts,” you interrupted, already ladling soup into a bowl. “you’re not running the world today. you’re barely running your sinuses.”

“wow, poetic.” he sniffled, pulling the blanket around himself. “but i can’t just sit and-”

“chan,” you said, holding up a spoonful of soup. “open up or i’m force-feeding you like a toddler.”

he blinked at you, bewildered, before reluctantly opening his mouth. “this feels degrading.”

“you’re lucky i don’t have one of those airplane spoons,” you quipped, and he snorted mid-swallow.

the day went on like that: you making him rest while he grumbled about the pile of work awaiting him. at one point, he tried sneaking his laptop back onto his lap, only for you to confiscate it.

“let me remind you of something,” you said, holding the laptop hostage. “resting isn’t slacking off. it’s so you can be 100% when you do work. your body’s not a machine.”

chan groaned, flopping back into the couch. “i hate it when you’re right.”

“get used to it,” you replied smugly.

despite his guilt, chan’s mood brightened as the evening wore on. you caught him smiling as you made exaggerated commentary during a rerun of a cheesy action movie. his hoarse laugh filled the room when you made fun of the villain's over-the-top monologues.

by bedtime, his eyes were drooping, exhaustion finally winning. you tucked the blanket around him one last time.

“you’re amazing, you know that?” he mumbled sleepily, his voice softer now.

“yeah, i know,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “now sleep, my star.”

as you turned to leave, his hand reached out weakly, catching yours. his fingers were warm against yours, soft despite the roughness of his usual work.

“stay?” he murmured, eyes half-lidded and a little dazed. “just… for a bit?”

your heart softened immediately. you climbed onto the couch beside him, letting him curl into your side like a sleepy cat. his head found its place on your shoulder, and you pulled the blanket over both of you.

“wait actually you shouldn't. what if you fall sick too-” he mumbled again, his words slurring as he drifted further into sleep.

“and then i'll let you take care of me,” you whispered, smiling as you pressed a kiss to his temple. “now hush, or i’ll start charging for my services.”

chan let out a contented sigh, his breaths evening out as he fell completely asleep. the domestic stillness of the room wrapped around you like a second blanket, and you couldn’t help but feel at peace.

taking care of him like this felt as natural as breathing, as natural as being home.

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viasdreams · 3 months ago

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giving han and bangchan your number !!

a/n: hope yall fw chansung 😬

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diddybok · 1 year ago

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best friend!stray kids finding out from another member that you have a crush on them

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

➩genre(s): text, fluff

➩warnings: strong language, suggestiveness, mentions of sex, it’s implied that reader is incredibly down bad for the member

➩author’s note: no angst! no angst! we cheered. i had so much fun writing this. fun fact: the thirst comments on seungmin’s are real ones i saw in the comment section of a gojo edit on tiktok

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wynn-43 · 3 months ago

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raindrops like a melody

(tw: death) posting this in honour of my uncle who passed away this morning. he always supported me in my love for reading and writing (including fanfics lol) and i will never forget the joy he has brought me.

this was originally going to be longer, but i wanted to post it now so there will probably be a part 2!

part 2 - whispers like a song

bang chan x gn!reader wc: 1447 warnings: mentions of mental health issues, suggestive, bang chan is refered to as chris

You wake up to the sound of rain drumming against the window, accompanied by thunder in the distance. The soft taps of raindrops falling against the glass are rhythmic and almost lyrical in their pattern, while the soft rumble of thunder offers a calming instrumental backing.

You feel your boyfriend's warm arms around you, holding you tight. His hold is firm yet soft, loving and warm, as if he was shielding you, protecting you from the world. Your head is gently nuzzled into his neck, your bare torsos pressed together, sharing each other's warmth, with your legs intertwined.

As you open your eyes you notice the room is bathed in a grey-blue light, casting a soft and enchanting ambiance. You look up to see your boyfriend, Chris, sleeping peacefully, with his soft lips slightly parted and curly black hair tousled from sleep. his usual snores are gently drowned out by the storm, but with how close you two are you can still faintly hear them.

As your mind slowly wakes up, you find yourself staring at him, taking all of him in, mentally tracing his faint freckles. The delicate curve of his cheekbones complements his defined jawline and the smooth slope of his nose, creating a perfect balance of charm and beauty. His slight, barely noticeable smile lines tell the stories of the countless times he'd laughed with you and the kids. Whereas the soft glow of his lightly tanned skin gave him a youthful and almost ethereal radiance.

As you stare at him you find yourself genuinely wondering how you got so lucky. He was beautiful, not only outside but in.

He was so soft and gentle with you, even when you felt broken. His patience unwavering even when your jagged shards sliced him as he held you, gently piecing you back together as one would mend a broken vase with kintsugi. His love was patient and kind, steadfast against your tempest of trauma and broken parts, never faltering despite the weight you carried. you were of course there in return - holding him late at night when he couldn't sleep, or was too scared to. Gently offering him food and water when he was working late at night. Cradling him when his facade broke and he crumbled into your arms. But sometimes you felt like it wasn't enough, like you weren't enough.

Just as you felt yourself spiralling and tears pricking your eyes you noticed that Chris was looking at you. his gentle brown eyes looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. There was so much love and adoration in his eyes that you felt like you might explode.

"Morning baby" he says, his morning voice sending a chill down your spine as he somehow nuzzles closer to you, pressing soft kisses to your neck.

"Morning sweetheart" you hum, giggling as he smiles into your neck. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good actually, I feel rested" he mumbles as he continues his soft kisses along your shoulder. "What time's it?"

You lean back in search of your phone, giggling as he tries to cling to you like a cuddly koala.

You lean back, phone in hand, wrapping your arms around him, his face now pressed against your chest.

"8:43," you smile, patting his soft hair.

He hums, the vibrations making you giggle.

He looks up at you, his chin resting on your chest. "I'm so glad I have the next few days off, I've missed spending time with you." His face softens before growing more serious. "I’m sorry I’m always busy with work, I feel like I'm not here for you enough."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Really? I was just thinking that I'm not here for you enough."

He shifts up, propping himself up on his elbow. "Baby what? You're always here for me."

"Yeah but… you're always looking after me, loving me and I just feel like I don't do enough..." you trail off, avoiding his eyes.

“Lovebug,” he murmurs, his hand cupping your cheek as he gently turns your face toward his, “you do more for me than you could ever know.”

His thumb brushes your cheek softly. “You’re always there for me—making sure I’m okay, holding me when I’m not. You’re patient, supportive, and so incredibly loving. Even when I’m away for weeks, you welcome me home with open arms… and a delicious home-cooked meal.” A small, affectionate smile tugs at his lips. “You’re always taking care of me. You’re perfect.”

The look of overwhelming love and adoration in his eyes catches you off guard, tears welling up before you can stop them.

"I love you so much" you whisper, trying not to cry.

"I love you too sweetheart" he responds, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips.

You pout as he pulls away, making him chuckle as he sees the look in your eyes. His grin lingers as he leans back in, kissing you now with a slow intensity, as though he’s trying to pour every ounce of his love and adoration for you through his touch.

You run your fingers through his soft hair, mesmerised by the silky strands. You lean back, gasping for breath. You make brief eye contact, giggling at his dopey smile before something catches your attention.

You suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, laughing even harder at his confused expression.

“What? Whatttt??” He asks.

“Your hair! You look so cute!” You manage to get out in a fit of giggles, causing him to open his phone camera to see.

Your cackling only intensifies as his expression morphs to sheer shock.

“What did you do to my hair?” He asks, flabbergasted. His face turns an adorable shade of red as he shoves his face into a pillow, the fabric barely muffling his giggles.

“Nooo. Don’t hide! You look adorable!” You giggle, prying the pillow out of his hands.

His face is an intense shade of red and he lets out a dramatic whine. “AHH” He groans, hiding his face in his hands and rolling away from you onto his back. You follow him, sitting on his lap as you try to remove his hands.

“Stoppp” He protests, giggling at your antics.

You somehow manage to grab his hands and pin them at his sides before immediately giggling and attacking his flushed face with kisses.

“You,” you begin, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Are,” you continue, planting another on his forehead. “So,” you murmur, kissing his other cheek. “Fucking,” you add, brushing your lips against the bridge of his nose. “Adorable.” You kiss the tip of his nose, grinning as his soft giggles fill the room.

“And I,” you say, punctuating each word with kisses to both of his flushed cheeks, “love”—a kiss to one side of his jaw—“you,” a kiss to the other side. “So much.”

Finally, you press a gentle kiss to his lips, laughing as he tries to chase you when you pull back.

“And I think your hair is adorable.” You smile, moving to hold his face between your hands, pressing another kiss to his lips.

This time, when you try to pull away, his hands find your neck and waist, holding you firmly but gently as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a grin that sends your heart racing.

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You don’t know how long you stay there, with you practically draped upon him as you softly make out, the two of you giggling at each other anytime you pause for breath.

Soon, you’re laying there, your head resting upon his chest as the rhythms of your hearts and breathing sync.

“We should get up.” Chris hums, his voice a soft rumble.

“Mm, what time is it?” You ask, looking up at him.

“11.” He says after looking at his phone, giggling when your eyes widen in shock.

“We need to get up! I haven’t even had breakfast and it’s already lunchtime” you begin rambling, springing up to exit the bed.

You’re quickly cut off by hands snaking around your waist, pulling you back and kissing you again before leaning back and giggling at your shock filled expression.

“What-” you start, only to trail off as you blush. Flustered, you hide your face in his neck, making him giggle even more.

“Just needed one more kiss.” He murmured into your ear before quickly pressing a kiss against the side of your head.

Without warning, he hops off the bed, leaving you distraught over the loss of warmth. “So…” He starts, fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants as he puts them on.

“Pancakes?” He asks as he holds his hand out to you.

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

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charmercharm3r · 1 year ago

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one thing filling my mind rn and it’s chan w a breeding kink , like he convinced u to get off birth control and everything

he wants a baby and he wants it asap

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he would joke about like “what if your birth control just… stopped working? haha.”

not haha. he’s so serious.

chan would make passing comments about having a baby, but would never straight up say “I want a baby.” he’ll throw in a side quirk about how cute your kids would be. maybe if he’s feeling bold, chan would wrap his arms around you from behind with both hands on your belly, mumbling something along the lines of how pretty you’d glow when pregnant.

you always had an inkling but could never be certain because everything he says about it comes off in such lax conversation that you don’t take it seriously.

until you finally admit that you would eventually want kids with him, albeit probably in the far, far future. but it’s enough to add fuel onto the teensie fire that is his breeding kink.

not that he refuses to go raw every time you two happen to have sex, but definitely prefers it. even if he is wearing a condom, nothing he says strays from how badly he wants to pump you full of his cum, pack you so tightly with his seed that it’ll be dripping out of you for hours, days even. round after round just to make sure it sticks (into the condom, he means).

his favorite position so that he knows he’s as deep as he can go is with you folded in half on your back. legs over his shoulders in a mating press, firmly putting all his weight onto you and pushing as far in as humanly possible. and after all is said and done, has you cockwarm him into sleep so nothing seeps out (but takes the condom off first).

of course, never makes you do anything you don’t want to do, though there’s always the small hope that you’ll let him breed you for real. he promises it’ll be worth it.

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giddyfatherchris · 24 days ago

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📱skz texts — best friend to lovers with jeongin

type. not requested, bsf to lovers series

warnings. gender neutral reader, a few curse words (aggressive love ya know)

a/n. it’s finally here! couldn't have made these without my i.n expert @solisyeah thank you sm for helping hun and giving me inspiration to make these<3 also i love how silly they turned out i feel like it would fit him soooo well rah anyway hope you enjoy mwah xx

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justwonder113 · 14 days ago

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Drunk Chan confessing to you

Warnings: Cursing as always. Chan's Pov. Reader is gender neutral. Chan is whipped! Chan thinks reader is dating someone. Childhood friends to lovers. Misunderstanding with a happy ending. Chan is drunk but not that much, more like tipsy. word count-3.4k A/N- Sorry this took me ages to write but I hope you'll enjoy reading. Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated.

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Chan felt like he was about to lose his mind and weirdly enough it wasn’t because one of the boys did something to either piss him of or to just to be a general menace. No his distress was caused by a whole another thing or better say someone. It was beyond him how in the world was it possible for someone look this gorgeous, so ethereal and breathtaking on a regular fucking Friday?!

He knew he was whipped for you. He had made peace with that simple yet not so simple fact years ago. He also knew that he found you absolutely beautiful. Whenever he tried to think of something beautiful your image always popped up before anything else. It was simple as that for him, like the fact that the sky was blue, the grass was green, and you were definition of a words beautiful and bewitching for him.

God, he felt pathetic. He was thinking about all this as if he stood a chance with you in the first place. You always had looked at him and saw him as a friend. Maybe there was a moment there and there where it seemed that there could be something more. Where the line between friendship and something entirely different became blurry. But your relationship although the years had been strictly platonic. He had given up on hoping for something more years ago.

Maybe it was a little bit of alcohol he had drunk earlier affecting him, maybe he just fell for you even harder right now (if it was even possible). But right now, as he watched you talk with the boys about god knows about what, he thought that you were the definition of the word beauty. He didn’t know if he wanted to stare at you for as long as possible and bask in your beauty and presence. Or if he should go to Hyunjin and ask him to teach him paint so that he could capture just how beautiful you looked. But knowing himself, even if it was possible to capture all of it on paper... Chan liked to think of himself as a selfless person, or at least he tried to be, but he was also an honest man. If it was possible to capture how captivating you truly were, he would just keep it to himself. He would become the most selfish man in the world. And maybe he was. All he could think about right now was that your attention wasn’t on him, that you paid your mind to someone other than him. It didn’t matter that “someone” was his friends, the people he considered his family. He wanted all your attention on him, he wanted you to look only at him. God he was losing his mind. When did he become so needy and desperate for your attention? He felt pathetic. How would you even look at him when he acted this way? He reminded himself something he had done for years. That you deserved way better than him, you deserved someone who would give you the world, someone who would cherish you the way you deserved. Even though he would do absolutely anything for you, even though he would make impossible possible for you, even though he would let the world burn for you, you deserved someone who would do even more and more importantly would always be there for you. He wasn’t worthy of you, not with the type of relationship he had with his work. God, it killed him whenever he had to cancel plans with you and couldn’t be there for you because he had to work. As much as he loved what he did for a living, the same love turned into hate because it kept him away from you. There were even times where he considered to just fuck it and quit, but what would he even do in life? There was literally nothing else he could see himself as. Without a job without a passion what worth did he have? What could he do?

He had come with peace with the fact that he couldn’t be something more for you. Maybe it was for the good. You could live your life to the fullest. He was fine loving you from afar...

God, all he could think about was how cute you looked. Your hair was still messy, because you rushed here when you noticed that all of them were quite drunk when you called to check on them, and you were wearing that way too big hello kitty hoodie with the matching black pants Chan got you as a joke that you kept wearing because it was really comfortable. Your whole look today screamed that you only cared about being comfortable and that you were grumpy that you had to get up in the middle of the night to get your silly friends. Still in Chan’s eyes you looked like you hung the stars yourself.

God he was obsessed with you. There was no better way to describe the feeling really. Even now the moment your gaze shifted to him and you gave him that sweet smile... He felt like he couldn’t breathe. His body felt warm all over yet he felt his lungs were frozen in place making him unable to breathe.

“How are you feeling Channie?” You asked him with that sweet voice of yours. In seconds his mind was swarmed with all the possible lyrics he could use to write yet another song dedicated Soley for you that he kept hidden in his laptop. Well, hidden was a nice word. All of the boys knew of that file and Chan was more than few times relentlessly teased for his crush on you. They kept pestering that he should just confess, or at least show you all the songs he had written for you and let them do the job for him, but he just couldn’t.

“Better now that you’re here.” He slipped before he could even stop himself. What if he made you feel uncomfortable? You two flirted from time to time, but lately he had this rising suspicion that you were seeing someone and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. All he knew was that he would rather die than make you uncomfortable with his silly little crush.

Thankfully for him and his heart you chuckled and immediately his whole heart was filled with joy. “Well, I’m glad. I’m here to bring you home, because little birdie here told me that you had been asking for me all night.” You mused all sweetly. Chan’s head immediately snapped towards Minho, who grinned at him all triumphant. He would have to have a word with him later.

“God I will kick his ass later. You didn’t have to come. I had no idea he told you to get here. You must have been tired.” Chan only stopped rambling when he felt you place your hand on his shoulder. You looked at him with eyes shining brighter than all the stars combined. It was his words yes and he would stand by it.

“Calm down Channie.” Your voice was calm, soothing. If there was one thing he had to choose to listen to till the end of his life he would, without a thought, choose your voice. Your kind, beautiful, soothing voice. He loved whenever you showered him with affection and complemented him. Hell, love wasn’t strong enough of a word to describe how he felt, he was on the cloud nine whenever you said even something sweet to him. But the thing about your voice and presence to him was that, even if you weren’t complimenting him or just being sweet. Even if you were just telling him about how your day went, he felt this serenity, this calmness. Whenever he was with you his mind always just shut down. It went silent. And he could actually enjoy living in a moment and enjoy his life to the fullest. Would there even be time when he would be able to convey in words just what you meant to him? Maybe then he would actually stop and be proud of himself as a lyricist.

“Do you want me to be here?” Your teasing tone quickly bought him back to reality.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do!” Chan was quick to protest which made you chuckle. God there it was, that beautiful sound. Suddenly everything felt all right.

“Whipped!” He heard Minho cough into his fist. He would really have to kick his ass later.

Chan was about to ask you about how you were, how your day went, mundane stuff like that when he heard your phone ring. “Sorry Channie one second.” You quickly checked your phone. The slight furrow of your brows was quickly replaced by a gentle smile. You quickly raised your finger to give you time and went a few steps away to talk on your phone. He couldn’t really decipher what you were saying to that person but your voice... You sounded do genuinely happy talking to that person.

The ringing in his ears raised in volume when he caught you call that person “babe”. Did he fully lose you? Did you really start seeing someone? Was the distance between you so big that you didn’t even tell him you were seeing someone? Did he mess up so bad that you didn’t even feel comfortable confiding in him?

The rest of the night was a blur. He didn’t even remember how he got into your car. Or the road you took. The last thing he remembered was how he saw you hug that man goodbye. Good thing that man wasn’t accompanying you that day and he returned to his friend group shortly after. He wasn’t sure he was ready to be introduced to your boyfriend. Not that he would ever be.

Too caught up with the turmoil in his head he didn’t even notice for a moment a figure approach you. When he brought his gaze on you, you were talking with some man. Sweet smile adorning your face, your eyes shining brightly. Was it that someone? You weren’t talking on the phone anymore. The way you were talking to him you clearly knew him. It also didn’t help him at all that the man you were talking to was objectively really handsome. There was no way he could compete with a person like him. God, he felt like a joke. There wouldn’t even be a competition. He should be able to face reality now. He had spent years helplessly yearning for you. He should know by now that he didn’t stand a chance with you. God, he felt like crying.

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It was funny how one moment you could be having time of your life and the next second it could be ruined by one single thing. Chan barely felt like talking, let alone smile or anything of that sort. And as it turned out his mood was contagious. The whole ride was quiet. Chan couldn’t even remember the time where all of them were in the same space and it was actually quiet.

However, why you were silent and didn’t talk at all was a mystery to him. Did that man upset you? If that was the case, he would gladly murder someone. No one got to mess with you, not on his watch.

“Channie?” Your voice brought him back to reality. He must have zoned out again. That two extra shots he drank as you talked with that man really messed with his head. As if he wasn’t already tipsy enough. “Are you okay?” You sounded worried. Was it this apparent he was sad? What was he even supposed to say?

“I’m just tired.” He managed to mumble out after a second or two.

“What do you think about sleeping over at my house? We haven’t hung out in a while. I can not be deprived of my best friend for too long you know that.” You whined all cutely making his heart flutter uncontrollably. But he quickly got reminded of the fact that you were not his. And the small smile that wanted to break through got quickly replaced by a deeper frown. He also now realised that you two were alone in your car now.

“I don’t think we should.” It brought him physical pain to utter these words to you.

Now it was your time to frown. “Why is that?” God, you sounded so sad. It killed something inside him knowing he was the one causing you pain. You quickly backed down. “I mean if you don’t feel like it it’s totally fine. We’re almost at your house too. We’ll be there in few minutes.” You laughed awkwardly.

God he hated this. Since when did things get weird between you? When did things change? Would things get even weirder and would the distance between you two grow as your relationship with your new boyfriend progressed?

“Wouldn’t your boyfriend mind?” He hated how he couldn’t ask one question without mumbling like a sad little kid.

Without even saying a word you quickly pulled over and turned on hazard lights.

“Channie what the actual fuck?” You tried to sound calm but your voice betrayed you.

“What? What did I do wrong?” This was weird, he was the one (okay unfairly, yes, but) upset with you, how were you the one scolding him? What did he even do? He didn’t remember upsetting you. Did he forget something? Did he do something and then forget?

“What did you do wrong? Dude what is up with that question?” You sounded so appalled like he asked the most ridiculous question ever. “What boyfriend?”

“You broke up?” When did you even manage to do that? Weren’t you all lovey-dovey with someone minutes ago? Did you break up with him via text? No, you wouldn’t do that right? Also why would you break up with him? The dude seemed perfect.

“There was no one to begin with?” You stared him for a second, you seemed unsure of something. “Is this why you were sulky all evening? You think I’m dating someone?”

Did he misread the whole situation? He didn’t right? He didn’t just make an absolute fool out of himself,right?

God, he did! He wanted to dig a hole to crawl into and never get out. He really felt like crying now.

“I’m not dating anyone.” You sighed out after few seconds of numbing silence. “God Channie what even made you think that?”

Chan hadn’t even noticed he started fidgeting with his fingers. He only stopped when you placed your hand on top of his, only then he was able to feel the sting or the small self inflicted wound. To think of it you always gently held his hands like this whenever he was nervous and started fidgeting with them. You never really scolded him, you just always gently stopped him. This was one of the countless things he loved about you, how you just read him like a book. How you knew what he needed without him even saying anything.

Chan took a deep breath. Here went nothing. “You had been smiling at your phone and texting a lot too. You’re always busy too. And when you were on your phone you called someone babe. And the man at the bar too!” Really, how could he not think you were dating someone?!

“I’ve been texting my friends that’s all. We’re planning a birthday party and I guess I’ve been running around a lot for it. Now listen carefully before I smack your beautiful idiot head! I call my friend babe, you have seen me do it millions of times, you even joked about how you could get jealous about it!” You quickly ranted to him, elevating Chan’s worries bit by bit, word by word.

“What about the Guy at the bar?” Chan didn’t back down. He had to know. He had to know the truth.

“Why does it matter if I have a boyfriend?” You looked at him with determined eyes.

“What kind of question is that?”

“The kind I want answer to. What does it change if I have a boyfriend?”

Chan felt his face get warmer, how was he supposed to answer that question?

“Come on, you know it changes everything!” No matter how hard he tried to hold it in, the desperation in his voice clearly showed.

“What Chan? What does it change?” You raised your voice. Why were you prying like that?

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“For fuck’s sake how will it not Change everything? How can everything stay the same when I have been in love with since I remember? How can I just watch you go to another man just like this? You’re everything I have ever wanted and loved. You’re my everything! How can you not see that? Every song I have written is about you, every thought I have is about you, my heart simply beats just for you! How will it not change anything? It will kill me to see you with another man! I would do anything in this world for you but not let you go. I could never let you go!”

God, he said it. He really said it. He finally admitted just what he felt for you. Well yelled would be more accurate word to describe it. But yeah... He finally admitted his feelings. It was like weight got lifted off his chest but as the seconds passed in absolute deafening silence, maybe it was better to keep it in.

He couldn’t even look you in the eyes. He was such an idiot. He should have kept it to himself. Why didn’t you say anything? Were you that disgusted? Would you stop being friends with him now? Did he just lose you?

Your lips were soft as silk and so warm and you kissed him so tenderly! Almost hesitantly. How cute... As if a dam broke inside of him, he quickly opened his seatbelt and brought himself closer to you. There was no way he could hold himself back now that he got to know how you taste. Biting down on your lip gently he could feel your lips part. He immediately deepened the kiss. God he loved it, how you tasted, how you clung onto him, how soft and pillowy your lips were. His whole mind was consumed by you. He was overwhelmed in the best waynpossible. All he could feel was your lips caressing each other, your warmth surrounding him, your cold fingers that held his face gently, your sweet scent that was making his mind go numb. God, it was like he could feel how he was slowly getting more and more addicted to you.

He couldn’t even fully grasp what happened. One second he heard a clink of a seatbelt opening and next second your lips were on him. The lips he had dreamed of tasting for years were now kissing him.

Did he just die and wake up in heaven?

When you leaned back for air he couldn’t help but as he tried to chase your lips but you stopped him giggling. God did you have any idea what you did to him? He was at your feet at your mercy, did you even realize that? The power you held over him.

“Of course I love you. God I adore you! You’re definition of perfection, live representation of love and beauty for me. I don’t think there’s even a universe where I don’t love you!”

“Since I have to spell everything out for you today you beautiful dummy, I have been in love with you for years! I just didn’t think you felt the same way." As if unpleased with something youq quickly shook your head. "Okay, there were times I did, but like... You always backed down! And today, seeing how sulky you got over me talking with a coworker who was with his boyfriend by the way. I thought that maybe this was the day I could finally get to the truth. Thankfull, you return my feelings, because... If you didn’t I don’t think I would ever be able to get over you.” Chan physically couldn’t let you finish talking. He leaned in and captured your lips in another searing kiss. As much he loved your voice and listening to you talk, he had just realized that he loved kissing you more. Also, to think that you thought that there was a possibility that he didn’t love you... He just had to stop you.

Hearing you giggle made his heart leap in joy. “God you’re such a sap Channie.” Gently bringing him closer to you by his shoulders you gently pecked him. Chan couldn’t help but mirror your grin as he wrapped his arms around you, basking in your presence, enjoying living this moment with you.

“You’re one to talk.” He couldn’t help but tease back before leaning in to quickly peck your nose which made your smile widen.

“We’re a perfect match then.” You mused, clearly satisfied.

“Yeah, we really are.” Chan smiled to himself and hugged you closer feeling finally at peace. Finally feeling whole.

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