#chan scnarios

[storytimewithsapphire]

Broken Hearts

Bang Chan/Chris || Major Angst ||  2246 Words || Warning; Cursing, mentions of sex acts {cockwarming}

“Some hearts were just meant to be broken.”

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He’s always known that was the case, some people just aren’t meant to be together and that was that.

When he met you though, he only had one rule; don’t fall in love.

What was meant to be a one-night party fling turned into a series of booty calls for stress release until he realised he wasn’t just calling you for sex anymore.

The first night he realised it was nothing out of the ordinary.

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Life was going to shit, bad grades were piling up, friends were being dicks, parents still disproved of his career choices; a typical Friday night for him.

He didn’t know why he did it, picking up his phone he dialled your number from his recents and asked you to come over as soon as you could.

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You hadn’t been doing much, having the night off you did expect some sort of call from Chris but it felt different went it came.

The weight of his voice when he called felt different, you knew something was probably wrong and he wanted you there to fix whatever went wrong.

You hadn’t bothered to dress up, why would you when the moment you would walk in clothes would come flying off. The regular lounging wear of sweats and a t-shirt was enough.

You parked in his driveway just minutes later, the distance between the two places so small that walking would’ve been enough but at 12am? You didn’t think so.

The extra key he’d given you opening the locks of his door catching the attention of a pouting boy sitting on his couch alone.

Your immediate reaction was to strip your clothes and sit in his lap as you nip as his puffy lower lip that was still jutted out.

Yet you pushed aside your usual thoughts knowing something was a bit different this time.

“Everything okay?” You asked dropping your keys on the coffee table in front of you. Folding your legs under yourself, you take a seat next to the upset boy on the couch, a hand rubbing on his thigh as a natural reaction of yours taken as an act of reassurance by him.

“No”, his voice was barely existent, you’d figured out his struggles alongside spending so much time with him, you’d also figured out how to help him in the only way you could.

“Want me to help you forget?” You spoke already taking a familiar position on his lap with your arms around his neck.

A soft nod came from him, his head not bothering to lift until you placed your hand under his chin to lift it up.

“Are you sure?” You saw the pure exhaustion in his eyes, yet he refused to deny you, firmly placing his hand around your waist to keep you in place.

“Please help me” a bare whisper before your lips were on his, a familiar pattern falling into place as you grind against him.

The temperature of the room rises as does both your body temperatures, it getting harder and harder to keep your hand off of him.

Just as you were about to start removing every item of clothing from him as you could, he pulls away in a breathless gasp.

“Can we do something else?” He asks riding his hand under your shirt.

“Oh. What did you have in mind?” You readjust yourself before lifting yourself off of him but he stopped you before you could.

“Follow my lead? Tell me if you want to stop”

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That’s how you both ended up in Chris’s bed, clothes completely were gone, his hard-on sitting snug inside you as he leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest.

“Still want to do this or are you gonna start talking now?” You make him pull away before shifting around into a more comfortable position on his lap causing him to groan.

“Sorry, forgot you were inside me” of course you didn’t forget, you had your needs but you had to put them aside for whatever was bothering him for the time being.

“Everything sucks, I just don’t wanna think about it” Chris says snuggling back into your neck.

You reach the nape of his hair and tugged him back causing another groan to release from him.

“You can’t just bottle things up, you don’t have to tell me, I know we’re not close like that but I’m still here so use me if you need to” you replied making sure he maintained eye contact with you.

And that was the night he told you everything, all the bullshit, all the drama, he told you everything as you held him close to you. You made him feel safe in his arms.

And that was the first time he knew he fucked up.

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The second time it happened was at his birthday party. Put together by you and a couple other friends, Chris was genuinely surprised when he found out how much work you had put in to make his birthday so special.

Spending the whole the dancing with you made the time go by without realisation, hours turned to minutes and minutes turned to seconds with you.

The last thing he’d remembered that night with his drunken state of mind was you tucking him into his bed and leaving water and some pills on his bedside table.

Even if Chris was drunk enough to not remember the whole night, he always remembered how he held on to your wrist so tight being afraid you’d leave him behind like so many others had.

A couple moments later you’d asked Chris if he wanted you to stay the night, without another word he’d roughly pulled your body on top of himself and held you well past sunrise.

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Another time had been when one of his now ex-friends got a little too friendly with you.

You made multiple attempts to tell this guy to piss off but clearly, he wasn’t getting the hint. Trying to give you multiple drinks when you hadn’t even planned on having one as being the designated driver for the night but that didn’t stop the guy from making multiple attempts.

Although Chris thought he had no business interfering with the guys you spoke to, the moment that guy’s hand slipped higher than comfort was when Chris marched halfway across the room before punching the guy straight across the jaw.

The brawl was so unexpected between the two that no one knew how to stop them.  

Once the initial shock left you, you tugged at Chris’s shoulders trying to pull him as far away from the guy as possible, it wasn’t until Chris actually saw your face filled with horror that he softened up and decided to let the guy go.

Just as you were dragging Chris away from all the chaos, the guy beaten halfway to death decided he needed to get one more opinion of you into the conversation.

“Why’re you even tryin’ to fight for them? All they’re good for is sucking dick and a good fuck”

Any amount of control you had on Chris was ripped away as soon as the words left his mouth.

It took multiple friends of his to hold Chris back from nearly killing the guy before you decided that enough was enough and dragged him back to your car so you drive away from that place and get some peace and quiet.

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Finally, at your apartment, you sat Chris down at the edge of your bed while you ran around looking for things to clean his wound with. Though the other looked a whole lot worse, Chris hadn’t walked away completely unscathed.

Chris did feel bad, he wished he could’ve done more to stop the guy from talking all the shit about you to everyone at that party.

Finally rounding up all the supplies you need, you began cleaning the cuts that had stopped bleeding.

“Why the fuck would you do this to yourself? Like seriously what the fuck were you actually thinking? No, you were thinking that’s what happened. If you thought for one fucking second, then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt but clearly, you didn’t even try to not get hurt I mean look at the number of bruises on your face? Did you even thin-“

Your rambling had been cut short but Chris pulling you into his lap and hugging you, not without whining though as the guy managed to land a solid punch to the side of his body.

Shocked again by his actions for the second time tonight, you just let it happen, not questioning for a moment why this suddenly affection took place.

“He was getting handsy with you and I could tell you really didn’t like it, I couldn’t let him do that then talk all the crap about you”

You felt defeated in that moment, Chris was right about it though, the guy was getting way too close for your liking but you knew that you couldn’t let him fight your battles.

“You can’t just beat someone up like that, I get why you did it but I’m my own person, I would’ve just as easily knocked the guy out if I needed to”

The last part made Chris chuckle, of course he knew that you could, Chris knew more about you than he thinks you know about yourself.

“But really though, I really do appreciate what you did for me, none of my friends would be willing to do that for me but you did so thank you but you better not do it again, I can’t have this pretty face of yours getting injured all the time, what else am I going to look at when I’m getting drilled into the sheets?”

Laughter escapes Chris for the first time the night, you’d always known how to cheer him up, make him laugh, you knew so much about Chris yet you never even realised it.

Letting you clean up the rest of his wounds, you’d let Chris hold you for the rest of the night; leaving right before the sunrise alone in his bed.

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He’d never realised how deep he’d gotten in with you until he saw you on a date with someone else, though Chris hadn’t thought much of it, he didn’t really think that whatever relationship you had together was going to last forever right?

The night followed with Chris calling you back to his apartment with a proposal, a chance at a real relationship and to show you how much you really meant to him.

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When you’d arrived, he’d already had dinner prepared though you hadn’t planned on staying long, having your date interrupted by multiple messages from Chris to come over when you’d already planned on meeting him the next day; you were just a bit annoyed.

“I have work tomorrow, I really can’t stay, just tell me what it is you wanted to say and I’ll come over tomorrow for dinner”

The palms of his hands sweat profusely as you stare Chris down, he didn’t think it would be this intermediating confessing to you.

“So, I know we’ve never had a normal relationship but it’s been almost a year of this and I really want to take it more seriously”

“Take what seriously Chris? Our friendship in which we casually had sex?”

He couldn’t maintain eye contact with you anymore, your gaze much too strong for how nervous he was getting but he had to break through it all.

“Well I mean, if you want to then we could take it further? We already know so much about each other so there’s no awkward phase of getting to know each other, we already know each other’s preferences and have inside jokes. Have you never thought about us being more than friends?”

The more he talked, the more Chris questioned everything he thought he knew.

“Honestly Chris, no I haven’t. I never thought about us more than close friends who use each other for sex”

Chris could feel his heart crack with every word you spoke but he didn’t want to give up, he just couldn’t.

“Can’t we just try? It wouldn’t be that hard, we could just go on a couple dates I mean we already act like we’re a couple so why isn’t it possible for you to see us that way?”

He knew it wasn’t right to say all this crap to you, it wasn’t fair to keep dragging you back when there wasn’t any possibility for you to stay.

Even if his words angered you, you calmly. Grabbing your keys from the table you always left them at and walked towards the door about to take your leave.

“Look Chris, some people just aren’t meant to be together. I’m sorry” and with that, you left.

“I know Y/N, some hearts are just meant to be broken”

[sardonicallys]

6:45 AM ⇢ chan

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“…You’re still awake?”

“Yeah, I was working on something,” Chan mumbled quietly while chewing on the inner sliver of his thumb, staring at the monitor in his lap. Though his struggles sleeping never seemed to interfere with his mild mannered attitude, you still worried for him. Gently toweling your damp hair, you plopped down next to him, peering at the color coded template of his meticulous work, “Anything I can listen to?”

“Not yet,” he chortled as you leaned into his shoulder, your cold hair trickling droplets onto his t-shirt as he closed up his laptop and dropped it on a cushion.

“Hey! I was still looking,” feigning a pout, he responded by peeking his tongue out at you, “Where are you going?!”

But by the time you stopped peeping around the corner of the hallway, standing now in front of the couch, you found your answer in Chan’s hands where he cradled the blowdryer.

“Sit, I’ll dry your hair for you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Well you won’t, so let me.”