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[weird-bookworm]

3:41 ᴘᴍ

chan was asleep.

you had been just staring at him for the past few minutes, and if you hadn't been so distracted by his beauty, maybe you would have thought of your actions as slightly creepy.

he was beautiful. his hair was ruffled, slightly crazy from the sleep, but framed his face perfectly. his lashes curled against his cheeks, and his eyebrows were relaxed, free from everyday stress and worries.

your eyes flitted to the bridge of his nose, and the urge to just boop him was irresistible. before you could even register, your hand moved at it's own accord, and your fingertip touched the tip of his nose gently, but swiftly.

his nose scrunched adorably in response, the touch not quite enough to wake him up. you covered your head with the duvet and let out a silent screech— cuteness aggression was very very real.

emerging out of your temporary cocoon, you continued to stare at him. his lips were soft and plush, slightly open to take shallow breaths. they were a little chapped, but so enticingly pink that not kissing him was proving to be very hard.

you mentally decided that today was the day you would show him just how adorable he was. end goal? fluster him as much as possible.

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[thru-the-grapevine]

(content warning: reader gets periods)

[7:21 PM] “Go away,” you groaned when a knock came at your door. Your cramps were killing you, and you were not in the mood to try and socialize, even with your roommate.

There was a slight pause. “Oh, uh…are you sure?”

You opened your eyes and glared for a long moment at the ceiling. Not the roommate. Chan. How were you supposed to say no to Chan? You knew his feelings would be hurt if you turned him away.

“Fine, come in at your own risk,” You mumbled. “Sorry in advance if I’m really grouchy. Just…pain.”

You closed your eyes again and heard the door ease open.

“I came to help,” Chan said quietly. You heard him pad across the carpet, felt him sit on the edge of your bed.

You lifted your hand and settled your forearm over your eyes. “I swear I appreciate it, but unless you have a way to gouge my uterus out–”

“Just hear me out,” Chan rushed, and you heard the sound of something being set down next to you.

“First, I know you have your own stuffies, but maybe Mr. Snuggles can help keep you company? He’s really good for squeezing when the pain is bad.”

You lifted your arm slightly and cracked open an eye. The gaze of a familiar sparkly red stuffed dragon met yours. Despite the pain, you felt the urge to smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. You’d discovered this little guy sitting at the end of Chan’s bed at his place before he could hide it away, and you’d been pouting and begging to get a glimpse of him ever since.

“Also, I made these. My sister says she really enjoys them when she’s in pain, too, that she got the recipe from you?”

You could smell something warm and chocolate as a little package wrapped in parchment paper appeared next to Mr. Snuggles. The only recipe you could remember having given his sister was one for brownies, and you felt your appetite perk up for the first time all day.

“And then your roommate helped me make this.”

A thermos appeared on top of the parchment paper package.

“It’s that tea that you like. I, uh…your roommate spilled the secret of the different flavors you mix together to make it, so I got those teas and gave it a shot. It’s probably not all-the-way perfect, but–”

“Are you sugar personified or something?” You interrupted, lifting your arm away from your face completely and looking at Chan.

He blinked. “Uh…”

You felt your face grow hot. “You’re just…being really sweet. When you don’t have to be. You made my special tea?”

Understanding dawned on Chan’s face, and then his ears turned pink.

“Of course I don’t have to be sweet, but I want to be,” Chan insisted. “It’s what good boyfriends do.”

“Always so worried about what good boyfriends should do,” You murmured, nudging the gifts aside. “C’mere.”

Chan smiled and scooted up the bed, laying next to you and letting you wrap him in a hug.

You tucked your face against his collarbone. “Mr. Snuggles is probably good for cuddling, but you’re better.”

Chan laughed. “Thanks, love.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled into his t-shirt collar, snuggling closer. “Wanna share a brownie in a minute?”

“Don’t you want to try the tea first? It took me a long time to get the mix just right-”

“Do you want a brownie or not?”

“Yes. They smelled amazing baking.”

[lonelystczennie]

“I Like Being Yours”

Chan x Reader

Summary: Just a lil blurb about making Chan blush in the morning

Warnings: Suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Hey, I actually posted over here again!

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"Morning." Chan's voice is low and raspy with sleep, his smile crooked against his pillow as he grins at you. "Sleep okay?"

"Mhm, even with your snoring." You said teasingly, stretching slowly.

You roll over to sit up next to him in the bed, huffing from the minimal effort. Staring down at him dreamily.

Chan’s stretched across the bed, body lax as he basks in the morning light that streams through the bedroom curtains. He's wearing a pair of loose shorts and nothing else, as usual for him, giving you a glorious view of his toned chest and arms.

"What's that look for?" He asked, even though he knows perfectly well, he can read your eyes better than anyone, but he still likes to hear you say it.

“I just like you.” You said simply, making him grin.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, reaching a hand over to rub your hip soothingly. “How come?”

“Cause you’re cute, and funny,” You lean over him, punctuating your words with the barest of kisses to his lips. “And sweet, and sexy, and kind, and handsome.”

“Sexy?” He blinked up at you in surprise.

“Yeah,” You chuckled. “What?”

“I don’t know, you’ve just never called me that before.” He said, blushing lightly.

“Well, we need to fix that, because I think you’re very sexy.” You said, sitting back up to look at him. “I think you’re sexy when you drive with only one hand, so you can hold onto my thigh or hand. I think you’re sexy when you’re focused working on a new song, and of course when you perform. And when you work out, cause I remember that you could throw or push me around if you wanted to, but you don’t because you’re a gentleman, which is also super sexy.”

His face flushed an even deeper shade red.

“And the little noise you make when we kiss.”

“What?!” He laughed. “What noise?”

“You make this cute little hum noise.” You grinned.

“Okay, I think I get it.” He said, hiding his face in pillows in embarrassment

“But I’m not done yet!” You giggled. “I also think your eyes are sexy, and your voice, and your laugh-”

“This list is getting long.” He complained.

“Well, that's because I think everything about you is sexy.” You said.

“Really?” He looked up at you softly.

“Yeah,” You said, pulling him closer. “I think my favorite though, is when you refer to yourself as my boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” He grinned up at you. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” You leaned in closer, letting your lips ghost over his as you spoke. “I like being yours.”

“I like that too.” He breathed, silencing you with a deep kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gently carding your fingers through his hair, earning a contented hum from him.

You broke away with a breathless laugh.

“You just made the sound.” You giggled against his mouth.

“I’ll do more than that.” He promised, flipping you over onto the mattress.

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[mazeinthemiroh]

[9:23pm] chan grinned at your lying body that was currently splayed out on the floor.

visiting australia with your ever so handsome boyfriend had it's perks, but damn, you weren't used to the heat.

consistent, heavy and unmerciful, barely cooling even at night time.

he couldn't help but laugh as you groaned dramatically into the carpet beneath you.

"i think i'm melting," you breathed out, a cheek pressed against the carpet as you splayed out like a starfish. he chuckled uncontrollably and made his way over to you.

"it's not that bad," he teased, angling a fan in your direction which only really blew hot air in your face.

"not bad enough to resist my cuddles?" he said, and before you had time to react, he spooned you from behind and attacked your neck with kisses.

"stoppp! you're sweatyyy" you groaned and tried to wriggle out of his strong grasp but he wasn't having it, giggling like a child in your ear as he snuggled closer to you.

and finally you gave up, relaxing in his grasp, exasperated.

"you're lucky i love you enough to stand this heat," you grumbled and pouted, crossing your arms, "and your cuddles at the same time."

he had a massive smile resting on his face. the air of the fan whisked over your bodies in a peaceful sort of way.

"i appreciate you. you know that right?" he mumbled in your ear, kissing your temple. "for being here, for supporting me, for loving me."

"yeah i know," you leaned a bit closer to his body, despite being sweaty yourself. you didn't feel that it mattered anymore.

"i will love you in sickness and in health," you said dramatically, "in summer and in winter! in heat and in snow!"

"well it's good to know no matter what season, we'll be cuddling like this. no conditions can tear us apart," he said assertively, and you rolled your eyes, a part of you feeling as though you were being cuddled against your will. but the other half, the stronger half, made no effort to move away.

"whatever you say, baby."

you melted into his touch.

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[oimitocat]

[ 6:00 PM ] power bottom chan x m!reader

his hips move at an agonizingly slow pace, your breathing is ragged and your eyes focus on his plump lips. he’s panting and a lazy smile spreads across his face.

“move faster,” you bark, bucking your hips a little when he clenches around you.

his eyes narrow. his left hand slowly slides up from your thigh to your chest, then settles on your collarbone, fingers wrapping around your neck. the weight of his hand there makes your heart skip a beat.

“when did i say you could order me around?” his fingers press down lightly, but you still feel the struggle to swallow. the warmth of his palm is making is clear how controlling he is.

“you take what you get,” he moves his hips at a faster pace, the shine of his skin from his sweat making you want to eat him up. “and thank me for it.” he squeezes for a second, “right?”

“yes- yes,” you pant when leans down for a kiss. you moan at how good it feels to be inside him.

his hips never stop moving, it’s a slow sensual feeling, you wanna cum so bad. you wanna slam into him but you have to wait. you tilt your head back, exposing more of your neck when he peppers kisses down your jaw. his hand never leaves your neck, and you let out a small noise.

he grins, knowing he has you at his mercy.

[hyuuukais]

11:56PM

chan x reader

it's almost time. slowly, you get out of bed, taking one last look at your boyfriend. he's somehow fallen asleep before you, a rare occurance, but perfect for your plan. it doesn't take you long to find the supplies- candles, matches, and the cupcake you'd picked up from his favourite local bakery.

"love?"

no response.

shake his shoulder lightly.

"baby?"

his single word comes out followed by a small breath, freshly woken up. 11:58 now, and you can't help admiring his sleepy face, the way his hair is mussed from the pillows. crawling carefully back into bed, you giggle as he immediately wraps his arms around your torso, burying his face into you.

"five more minutes."

"five?" you hum, pretending to be deep in thought. you look at the clock on your nightstand- 11:59. "how about one?"

chan looks up at you, a curious expression on his face. lifting the cupcake, a single, blue candle stuck into it, the pieces click into place in his mind. he laughs shyly, looking away from you, but sits up.

the dim light from the candle reflects in his eyes- his beautiful eyes. right as the clock hits 12:00AM, he blows it out, leaving the moon to light the room.

"happy birthday, my love."

"the happiest, when i'm with you." chan whispers.

............ ᥫ᭡.

notes ♡ i've never written a timestamp thing before, so i'm not entirely sure if there are certain rules to follow in terms of how it's written or how long it is? but i did try to keep it short and sweet (wc is 218). i'm very eepy writing this, so there may be spelling mistakes. n e way. happy birthday, dear channie. i genuinely don't know where or who i'd be today without him. his words helped me through an extremely rough time for me, and i will be forever grateful. Wishing him the best day 💙

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[jjuniehao]

[02:39 pm]: bang chan

“come on, you need some fresh air!” you whine, squeezing chan’s cheeks when he still won’t budge, “maybe touching some grass, too. all you do is sit in this stuffy room, you probably have brain cells dying by the minute!”

chan breaks through his straight-faced demeanour and snorts at you, hands finding your waist and pulling you onto his lap, chin resting on your shoulder.

“baby, i’d love to, really. i wanna go on a real date with you so bad, but right now i just can’t spare the time, i’m sorry,” he mumbles, imagining the scowl you’re most likely wearing on your face right now, pressing a kiss behind your ear in hopes of soothing you a little.

his hopes be damned. though.

you groan, taking your boyfriend by surprise when you rise up from his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders and bending your knees to be on eye level with him.

“listen, mister. i get it, okay? i get it so hard— really, i understand, work is demanding and it’s hard to stay on top,” the serious look on your face makes him break out in a goofy smile, nodding along in hopes of maybe, perhaps receiving some praise for being such a diligent, hard worker from his favourite person…?

“but,” your tone drastically changes, furrowed eyebrows and lips pulled into a pout he’d really love to kiss instead of having you rip into him and his “capitalistic victim mindset” that “keeps him working until he eventually disintegrates with no trace left since he lived to work instead of working to live.”

pretty dramatic, but he gets your point. kinda.

“i’ve tried it all. i tried to be all caring and gentle to get you to take a break for just one night, i even brought cupcakes!”

“they were so good, ba—“

“i tried to be strict, i tried to be all smart and brought up all the health issues overworking and stress can cause,” chan looks at you sheepishly, feeling a little guilty for getting you so worried and desperate, though it also makes his heart flutter in a weird, twisted way.

“so i’m just going to be honest, and maybe a little selfish, and you’ll be the good boyfriend i know you are and agree with me, okay?” chan blinks at you, and before he can even come up with a counter, you have his cheeks cupped in your hands, determined eyes boring into his.

“i miss you. i miss spending time with you. i want my boyfriend. you always say i’m allowed to be a little selfish, so i’m cashing that in right now. i want to be selfish and i want you to go and have this cute little picnic i prepared. i even made mini sandwiches. do you know how annoying it is to cut lettuce into little squares?” chan stays quiet for a while. every second of silence makes the confidence you had built up shatter a little more, your eyes starting to nervously dart all over his face.

suddenly, you’re pulled back into his lap, face in his hands, cheeks squished, frantic kisses planted all over your face.

“wah, you’re so cute. what am i gonna do with you? how am i gonna work from now on when all i’ll be able to think about is your little speech?” he whines, pressing a kiss to your lips every few words, making you burst out in giggles he loves so much. “is that a yes?” the hopefulness in your voice makes chan melt, stealing another quick kiss from you.

“yeah but also no? i have maybe,” he reaches towards his phone laying on the desk, checking the time, “around 20 minutes. think we can make it outside, eat, and be back in that time?” chan is almost sure you’ll refuse, upset that he can’t spare you a little more time. instead, you practically shoot up from his lap, “well, then what are you waiting for?”

and with that you’re flying out the door and down the hall, chan scrambling to catch up with you, stupid lovestruck smile on his face.

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[justkpopjokes]

[ 2 3 : 1 7 ]

Chan had fallen asleep ages ago, having had a long, tiring day of practice. You, on the other hand, lay awake tossing and turning next to him, unable to drift off.

Chan’s soft voice interrupts your thoughts.

“Mm... love?” he mumbles.

“Yeah?” You whisper, feeling guilty that you woke him up.

“Can’t sleep?”

“I’m tired, but I can’t,” you yawn, turning to face him.

Chan’s half-asleep solution is to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to his body. You smile sleepily, resting your head against his chest and quickly falling fast asleep from feeling his steady heartbeat.

[weird-bookworm]

6:36 ᴘᴍ

warning! unresolved angst, implied insomnia, self projecting

chan is sad. he doesn't let himself admit it often, but the exhaustion in his bones is persistent. he feels like crying, but the tears won't come, and it's frustrating. his heart aches and his mind is an overwhelming tangle of thoughts he wishes he could stop thinking of.

he just wants to sleep, goddamnit! he's tried everything he could think of, from counting sheep to listening to white noise— nothing works.

he sighs for the umpteenth time, running a tired hand over his face, and goes back to staring at the ceiling like he has been for the past hour. what crimes had he committed in his past life for him to not even get a good night's sleep in this one?

sometimes he wonders if his job is worth it, because at least he didn't practically have to beg to the gods he doesn't believe in to let him sleep before. after another half an hour or so of tossing and turning and sighing bitterly, tears finally spring to his eyes.

they're not enough for them to run down his cheeks. instead, they irritably stay in his eyes and make his vision blurry. they're not there because he's sad and needs a good cry, no, they're there because he's frustrated he can't sleep.

he hates nights like these, nights when he doesn't feel like himself, when he'd rather he didn't exist at all, when something as simple as dreamless sleep feels as unattainable as water in a desert.

chan is sad. and he wishes he wasn't.

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[bbyquokka]

4:59 pm (bc)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | bang chan x gender neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | established relationship, descriptions of sex, reader and chan are grossly in love

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 0.6k ~ (666)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | im out of the loop when it comes to writing smut so this is kinda like practise plus i just wanted to write something soft

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his body feels heavy on top of you but also soothing in a strange way. his fingers slip between yours, fitting perfectly as if fate designed you both fittingly.

it's a cold and wet night, the rain beating against the glass of the window. the moonlight peeking in through the gap of the curtains. occasionally, they'd be a sudden gust of wind entering the bedroom via the open window but the warmth from chan makes it feel like the sun is beating down on your skin.

his soft grunts and groans mix with yours. lips pressing against your already kiss bitten ones as he hungers for more. you feel so nice around him, so snug and warm and he can't help but think and feel like you really were made for him.

your hands pinned by the side of your head by chan’s. his hands squeezing yours as he pushes his length further inside of you. you both let go of that strangled moan that's been teasing the back of your throats as he pushes and pulls.

his sweat-coated chest leans down and rests on yours, head buried in the crook of your neck. you smell salty but sweet, an intoxicating scent that tickles and caresses his nostrils. his breath fans against your hot skin, giving it a cooling sensation that makes goose bumps rise to the surface.

with each rock of his hips, the springs of the mattress creak whilst the sheets are pushed to the side until it's eventually on the wood floor; joining the discarded clothes and underwear.

chan whispers your name over and over again. he makes your name sound so sweet as it rolls off his tongue, dripping in love and sweetness like it's coated in a thick glaze of honey. it makes you feel butterflies.

the pit of your stomach feels warm and fluttery. it rises to the back of your throat where you want to scream from the top of your lungs and let the world know that you love this man! 

your heart feels like it's going to grow legs and jump straight out of your chest. the constant badump, badump, badump ringing in your ears and you wonder if chan can hear the sound of your heart – the sound that he causes.

chan has never felt so smitten before. the love he feels for you is so enormous and strong, that he doesn't know what to do with it. he feels like he could scoop it all up in a box, wrap it up and gift it to you but the love will overflow and spill.

he fears that his love for you is too strong, that it'll scare you away. he wants to care for you, nourish you and hide you away forever and ever.

he would if he could. he doesn't want the outside world to look at you because of how gorgeous you are to him. he's a jealous man but he hides it because he doesn't want to scare you away. he finally has you all to himself so he will do everything in his power to keep you.

he's addicted to you and vice versa. the slow, yet long and powerful thrusts of chan's hips is proof of that. his slow, yet broken panting and words ring in your ears. 

the constant “i love you”s wrapping around your heart a million times over and squeezing it, making you feel chest pain and overwhelmed with how much love this man has for you.

“you’re mine, right?” chan whispers as he lifts up his head to look down at you. his voice is dry and scratchy, but it sounds so beautiful – perfect even. 

you reach up and place your hot palm against his cheek gently, stroking under his eye with your thumb. he responds by placing one hand on top of yours and nuzzling into your palm, eyes fluttering shut as he takes a shaky breath of air.

“always chan. i’m forever yours.”

[thru-the-grapevine]

[3:12 AM] The bed feels more spacious than it ought to.

You crack open an eye and glance at the other side of the bed. Empty. Your mostly-asleep gaze wanders to the clock on the far nightstand; after 3 in the morning. You let your eye close again, drifting comfortably for a while in the fog of half-consciousness. And then you roll over and sit up, stumbling slowly to your feet.

A faint bluish glow emanates from the other end of the hall. When you pad into the living room, you see Chris exactly where you’d left him hours ago. Hunched at his desk, headphones on, clicking every now and then, staring at Cubase and several instrument mixers.

He startles momentarily when you drape your arms over his shoulders. He relaxes and pulls the headphones down, tapping the spacebar to pause the music.

You kiss the top of his head. “How’s it looking?”

“Better,” Chris hums, lifting his free hand and rubbing your arm. “Fixed that annoying buzzing sound.”

You hum, resting your cheek against his hair, looking at the dual monitors. “Can I hear?”

“’Course,” he says, and you can hear the pleased grin in his voice. That’s his favorite request you can make of him.

He unplugs the headphones and fiddles with the knobs on his volume box, clicks around and then taps the spacebar again.

He’s right; the buzzing noise that had hovered persistently in the corners of the track is gone. He’s nuanced the vocal effects, as well, softened the pitch corrector, and you smile, fond of how sincere his voice sounds.

“’S pretty,” you murmur, humming at a new instrument that hadn’t been there before.

“It’s closer,” he admits, not fully accepting the compliment.

You’re too sleepy to push back, make him accept the praise, so you merely bury your face in his hair.

“You should get some sleep, like I said,” Chris tells you, voice tinged with concern.

He had told you to do that…four hours ago.

You snort. “Love. Check the time.”

“Hm?” You feel his head tilt, watch his mouse slide to the bottom corner of the screen to the clock. “…Oh.”

“Was sleeping,” you say, watching his mouse trail back up over Cubase, deliberating. “’N then I woke up with too much space ‘n not enough warm.”

He hums in acknowledgment, the noise tinged with guilt.

You kiss the top of his head again. “…Please?”

He sighs, leaning his head back against your shoulder.

“You at a good stopping point?” You ask, knowing too well what his next argument will be.

He sighs again quietly, a sound of concession. “I never am…but this will do.”

You grin and give him an encouraging squeeze as he presses save three times on each software.

“Bet you’ll knock it out of the park once your brain is fresh,” you tell him as he shuts the computer down.

“And once the headache passes,” he says, pressing the heel of one hand to his eye and rubbing as he rolls the chair back.

You frown, leaning back to let him stand and stretch. “You’ve been working with a headache?”

“Just hints of one,” he insists, waving it away as he relaxes out of the stretch. “Probably eye strain.”

You give him a look. “You know, that might not happen if you’d just wear your glasses.”

It’s a lost cause and you both know it. He snorts, then gets a better look at you and smiles.

“Your hair’s cute,” he says, lifting a hand to your head and ruffling.

You scrunch your face up in protest. “’S bedhead, Chris.”

“And it’s cute,” he insists, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bedtime?”

“Past bedtime,” you say, giving him a stern look when he leans back. “Long, long past.”

“Hmm,” he says, studying your face and smiling in that goopy-eyed way that you know means he’s barely listening. You roll your eyes.

He lets you take his hand and guide him back down the hall, lets you procure pajamas for him while he talks through what else he wants to do in the song, lets you help him change as he explains.

“Just want the feeling of the song to be right when you hear it, even without lyrics,” he says as you help pull on the pajama shirt.

“People will know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder and taking his hand again, guiding him to bed. “I can feel it when I hear it.”

“But what if that’s just you?” He frets, lying back and getting comfortable, drawing up the covers. “What if you just know me?”

You burrow under the covers and lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him. “I do know you. But that’s not why I felt it.”

“But how do you know for sure?” He asks, his hand back in your hair, stroking softly.

You prop your chin up on his chest and look at him. “Babe. You’re not capable of making dishonest or disingenuous music. Your heart’s all the way out there in every little detail.”

He looks at you for a long moment, fingers slow and gentle in your hair. Eventually he lifts his hand and rests the pad of his forefinger on the tip of your nose.

“I like you so much,” he murmurs.

An embarrassed grin sweeps over your face. You nestle your face into his chest vigorously, and he laughs.

“Like you too,” you hum, sandwiching one of his legs between yours and snuggling in. “I’m also right.”

“Hope so,” he murmurs, and then his arm curls comfortably around you. “Go back to sleep.”

“You sleep, you need it more,” you mumble, and he chuckles.

“I’ll sleep well with my weighted blanket,” he teases you, hand squeezing your side reassuringly.

You grin and press a kiss to his chest. “Not as well as I’ll sleep with my body pillow.”

“You’re on,” he whispers, and you’re out like a light before a full minute passes.

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[3:57 pm] "looks like everyone is still out running errands. that should give you some time to get settled and for me to give a quick tour before they all attack you," chan says while pulling the car into the driveway. "they are all so excited to meet you."

"i''m excited to meet them!" you and chan have been dating for a while, but this is the first time you'll actually be officially meeting his family. you have seen bits of pieces of them via phone calls and facetime, but never actually in person. so, when you told him you were able to get the time off work to go home for the holidays with him, he was beyond ecstatic. you can't wait to get to see where he grew up and visit all his old favorite places.

the second you walk through the door to his family's home yipping fills the air. you hear the sound of nails clacking rapidly against the wood floor and you turn just in time to see a white and brown ball of fluff launch itself at chan.

"berry!" he exclaims before immediately plopping to the ground to shower the dog with affection. she can barely contain her excitement, jumping up and down while trying to lick every part of his face. her little butt is wiggling back and forth rapidly and a broad smile crosses your face as you watch the interaction.

after a minute or two chan grins up at you from his spot on the ground. "babe, i'd like you to meet my first girl. this is berry."

you kneel to join chan on the ground and the dog immediately darts over to greet you, sniffing you intently while wagging her tail. "berry, this is my girlfriend."

you scratch behind her ears and giggle when she jumps up and tries to lick your face. you fall backwards a little as she excitedly attacks you with affection, one hand shooting behind you to stabilize yourself.

"easy there, berry, don't drown her," he says between laughs as he tries to stop berry from licking you. he scoops her up in his arms before extending a hand to pull you up from the ground.

"i think she likes me." even in the confines of chans hold, berry wiggles in an attempt to escape and reach you, tongue lapping at the air as she sends kisses your way.

"she's not the only one, " he replies sweetly, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you in a way that makes you melt. "now come on, let me show you the house."

[mazeinthemiroh]

[12:01am] chan's face lit up when he saw your text message on his screen.

" happy bday, channie <3 "

it was simple. short and sweet. and yet, he found himself kicking his feet, launching his blanket up in the air as he squealed and grinned to himself.

you remembered.

you always remembered. without fail, no matter what was going on in your life, no matter how much time had passed, you would always remember his birthday.

and time had gone passed, very quickly, for the both of you. you hadn't spoken in ages, sort of drifted apart in a sense. he felt a certain emptiness inside of that only you could fill. and when you weren't there by his side, that feeling would remain.

but on his birthday, there was always a glimmer of hope that you'd come to refill his heart, the way you had done so in the past.

" thanks. nice to hear from you, finally "

he messaged back. he didn't really think about the impact of his words. sure, he jabbed at you slightly, wanting you to think. wanting you to yearn for him.

" that's rich, coming from you "

chan frowned. but he knew he deserved that. he had no excuses not to reach out to you. just the same old thing - time and energy and, well, moving on with everyday things. you were the same. he got it. that's how life worked. but it didn't have to be that way...

" i should really be going to sleep now "

" you? sleep? neverrr "

chan grinned at his screen, chuckling to himself at your response. you knew him all too well.

" yeah i won't be sleeping for a while..."

his thumbs hovered over his phone as he hesitated to type his next thought.

" you wanna meet up tonight? "

instant regret rippled in his chest as he breathed in and out heavily. he couldn't delete a message you had already seen, so he switched his screen off and buried his face in his pillow, cursing himself as he awaited your response.

what felt like hours to chan, replied within a minute. he took a deep breath and opened up his phone again, reading your response.

" thought you'd never ask. omw bday boy <3 "

who knew that birthday wishes came true?

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[yumiblogs]

Sometimes if I get too much in my head, I start to think how out there, there is 8 lucky people that will end up being Bangchan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongins partner... and it won't be me... maybe in another parallel universe I could've ended up with one for them... but... not in this one... it makes me tear up you know... like how lucky are those 8 future people right... right? : (

[fireboltposts]

• I'm visiting my hometown and there was a major festival called Durga Puja a few days ago and so it made me think why not write something about it which includes my ultimate bias Bang Chan.

• Here Bang Chan is not a Stray Kids member, just a regular boy.

• Where my desi Stays at ?

• Anyways for context Durga Puja, is an annual festival originating in the Indian subcontinent which reveres and pays homage to the Hindu goddess Durga, and is also celebrated because of Durga's victory over the demon Mahishasura.

• You had met your best friend Chan when you went to study MBA in a reputed Australian university. Despite your cultural differences y'all became fast friends, bonding over similar music tastes.

• Your other friends there called you things like "two peas in a pod" and "everlasting friends", one never leaving the other alone.

• He was always in awe of your Indian/Bengali culture. You were one of those who took immense pride in their culture, never one to shy away about being Indian. He was always asking you questions about your culture and you found his curiosity really impressive and daresay, cute.

• So naturally after you went back home after your MBA y'all kept in touch for a year when it finally occurred to you that you missed your best friend and texting and video calling just wasn't enough.

• So you invited him over after informing your parents. Your Indian parents raised their eyebrow at first at you at the idea of a "forsha chele" (white guy) and after bombarding multiple questions at you about Chan like "what does he do?","what are his future plans?""do you like this boy?","where did you two meet in University, you went to befriend boys in the university instead of studying?"(at which you rolled your eyes) , your parents hesitantly agreed to have him over.

• This was Chan's first trip to a foreign country and he was excited to go meet with his best friend whom he missed a ton too.

• His flight landed at 5pm on a Tuesday in the Indian time and soon y'all headed to your home in Kolkata. The city was full of colorful banners and people, all busy shopping for the upcoming festival.

• "Wow it's crowded", Chan giggled, "but I like the smell of this flower that I'm getting, it's strong but pleasant". "You'll find this saptaparni flower growing only during this time Channie", you explain, as you go shopping after some time for some Indian attire.

• He shyly asked to try out Indian attire and you pleasantly surprised at the request. So you took him out shopping, with your protective parents in tow, who were smitten with Chan since his first "Nomoshkar" (Bengali version of Namaste, a form of Indian greeting) with folded hands. They eagerly helped the shy and overwhelmed Chan choose his outfits and you felt for a second as if he was their child and not you and you found it adorable how well he was getting along with your parents.

• Soon the days of the festival finally arrived. You had heart eyes seeing Chan in traditional attire and can't help but blush a bit at the sight of your best friend, but you'd never admit it to him, yet you showered the shy boy with compliments and he giggled cutely and went "naurrrr" and hid his face in his hands.

• He, too, was blushing and gushing at how beautiful you looked in a saree. This was his first time seeing you in Indian attire too

• For five days straight, you went to different pandals in the city. (pandal is a large, temporary, open-sided tent that is often used for religious or other gathering). He was in awe of their exquisite artwork and the decorations and fairy lights and the goddess idols displayed. He was constantly taking photos and videos on his phone. He even took goofy ,silly selfies with you.

• You were too concentrated on his childlike awe at everything going on. You had never seen him like this before and secretly you found it too too adorable.

• Then came the street food, poor boy couldn't handle too much spice but luckily you had carried some small chocolates and water with you, knowing this could be an issue. As the days went by, he had tried a lot of Indian dishes and Bengali sweets as well.

• Even the friends from your locality were smitten by this boy's charms.

• On the day of the immersion of the idol, he had joined you in dancing to the upbeat music of the band playing along with the drummers. He was feeling shy at first but you pouted "pleaseee" and how could he say no to your puppy eyes especially with you looking that beautiful in your black saree.

• Soon it was time for him to go back to Australia and you were feeling down as you didn't know when you'd meet next. Your parents packed him lots of Indian food for him and told him to go safely and call you as soon as he landed so they knew he'd be safe.

• You hugged Chan on the roof of your house, crying as you didn't want to let him go and he gently rubbed your hair whispering things like "I'll be back Y/N",don't cry please it breaks my heart".

• You hugged Chan tightly again outside the airport despite the other passengers giving you both weird looks and Channie planted a sweet kiss on your cheek which made you blush and smiled at you one last time and stepped inside the airport, waving at you.

Pdhajwisuyeja I wrote ittt finally I don't know what was I thinking ahhhh 🫣🫣.

Pic/gif credits to the respective owners, only the Durga Puja pic is mine. Do like and comment and reblog if you like. Hope you liked it 🫣.

[jjuniehao]

[09:40 pm]: lee chan

you’re not sure how your boyfriend does it, to be honest. how he always manages to make you fall deeper and deeper in love with him, wrapping you around his finger tighter and tighter time and time again.

it’s not even like he did anything special or grand to cause your heart to do somersaults in your chest; he didn’t propose to you, he didn’t proclaim his love for you in a magnificent manner, he didn’t surprise you with a romantic getaway.

all he did was look at you with that stupidly adoring sparkle in his eyes, that stupidly knee-weakening smile on his face and his hands tightly grasping yours.

“wanna kiss on top of the ferris wheel?”

maybe it was the almost childlike glee on his face when he asked you, like it’s something he had been dreaming of for years, that made your heart pound in your ears. maybe it was the way he held your hands in his while you wait in line for your turn, bringing them closer to his lips to warm them a little better. maybe it was the prospect of kissing him.

have you kissed him thousands of times before? yes.

are you still getting a little weak in the knees at the prospect of one of the arguably most romantic types of kisses ever? absolutely.

chan doesn’t seem to notice, his excitement clouding his observational skills a tad bit. kissing on top of a ferris wheel is something so cheesy, so cliché and he’s sure if any of his friends brought it up, he’d laugh about it. kissing you at the top of a ferris wheel, however? just the perfect amount of cheesy and cliché, the perfect type of picture-perfect romantic gesture to do at least once.

chan would rather do it…approximately 1,713 times if it was up to him, though.

you sit down across from him when it’s finally your turn, taking the time it takes to get to the top to look out the window. the lights from the booths are all sparkly and blurry from the distance and it fills you with the warm sensation of nostalgia, a small smile spreading on your face.

chan watches you, a similarly sweet smile on his face, eyes turned to soft in contrast to the pure, bouncy excitement from before. he’s not sure where this sudden overwhelming burst of adoration comes from, why his heart suddenly seems to burst at the seems with unconditional love for you.

the colourful lights reflecting in your eyes. his beanie you stole because your ears got cold. the bit of chocolate on the corner of your lips from your churros earlier, which he will tell you about in the car, simply because he loves the cute look of embarrassment on your face when you realise it’s been there all along.

everything is perfect.

when you finally turn to meet his eyes once you’re at the top he’s already looking at you, hearts practically shooting out his eyes. you breathe out a laugh and before you can tease him for being so lovestruck his hands are already gently cupping your face, pulling you closer to him.

and so you kiss on top of the ferris wheel.

twice.

three times.

four times.

five times. alright, last one.

…maybe one more?

you’ve kissed lee chan thousands of times before, yet somehow, he still manages to make your heart race, your hands sweat and your face flush like it’s the first time all over again.

part of the bucketlist boyfriends series