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urgardenandmine · 3 months ago

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storage room sunshine 𖤓 - b. chan

summary: bang chan and school go hand in hand (and he loves holding hands) genre: fluff/angst pairing: m!reader x christoper bang chan word count: 4.4K

request: can I request a bang chan x male reader angst and fluff fic. Both of them were high school sweethearts back in the day. They ended things because Chan had to go to Korea to pursue his dreams. Years passed, their high school prepared a reunion. Chan came back to Australia with Felix because it was their break and Chan got the invitation and he came. Once he got there, the two reunited and caught up. After the night was over, both of them still loved each other.

@jihanbang

“channie~.” a voice drawled. in front of them was the sight of a lovestruck idiot staring right at the object of their affection.

that lovestruck idiot was christopher bang chan, staring at his first love, [y/n].

chan was gazing at his crush as he was in a deep trance, seeing him talk to his friends and giggling. chan was somewhat jealous on his friend making him giggle, but he wasn’t really mad considering his friend was a girl and he knew she didn’t stand a chance against him. his lips slowly smirked, nodding to himself that he knew he won your heart. he stared at his body language, seeing how vulnerable he was with her and how much he had made her smile. that was the one thing chan had noticed you did so often.

chan was nicknamed the classroom’s ray of sunshine from how bright he was. everyday walking into class, chan would greet his teacher with a smile and a random gift he had found on his way to school. they were usually flowers, such as daisies or a daylily, though he wasn’t immune to the usual “off” gift. skipping into class happily, chan had somehow walked through the school entrance with a small lizard in his hand. though his teacher wasn’t initially into the gift (considering she was immensely creeped out by them), she had made the lizard the class pet named mr. snoogles. chan prided himself on being the classroom’s sunshine, yet you were his.

one particular day during the middle of the first month of school, chan and his friends were playing somewhat kind of rough. playing football (and adding somewhat rowdy boy tactics), chan had gotten the ball and stared down at his feet, not noticing who or what was in front of him until he was stopped. dribbling the ball between his feet, he had felt the wind in his hair and the adrenaline. he was radiating joy as he-

b o n k!

he was immediately knocked over, as him and his friends had agreed on adding the rule…

whoever has the ball can be knocked over by his mates UNLESS wearing blue or red (because boys like blue and red was their shared favorite color)

rubbing his temple, chan landed right on his behind. he groaned loudly, his eyes widening when he heard the sound of feminine cries. looking ahead of him was a girl. she was adorned in a small floral dress, her shoes being cute white boots. her hair was brown yet in the sunlight, red. as chan stared at her, his friends immediately went to help him up. a small eruption of the classic “ooh’s” came from his friends’, making chan turn a small ruby red color. he scratched his nape, extending his hand as he tried to help her up. swatting his hand, he winced as he looked at his friends for help.

“i- um…”

“are you okay?” a voice emerged from almost nowhere. turning his head behind him was a small child dressed in a bigger than necessary bronze and off-white argyle styled sweater. his bottoms were ripped gray jeans, wearing what seemed to be non-cheap boots. that boy was [y/n]. chan was immediately starstruck, seeing how someone could be so cute and almost glowing under the australian sun.

“he hit me!” the girl cried, pointing at chan. chan’s face flushed. meeting his [e/c] eyes, chan put his hands up in front of him as if he was being told to surrender by the authorities. slowly marching towards him, your eyes meeting. chan was somewhat taller than you but you had that stare down ever since you were five and could eat ice cream. studying his face for a while, you smiled brightly as you leaned past him and looked at your friend.

“i don’t think he meant to, amelia.” you covered for him, seeing all the other taller boys stare at you as you soothed her. sneaking pass between chan, brushing his arm, you made your way towards her and helped her up. she dusted off her dress, making sure there wasn’t any grass marks as she pouted, stomping her foot.

chan was deep in thought, seeing how gentle you were with her. your voice was what made chan practically fall in love. it was a calming sensation, almost like white noise but rather than helping him sleep, it was helping him wake up. chan’s routine everyday was to wake up, go to school, homework and any other extracurricular activities he had at home and/or school. now, it was to wake up and think of [y/n], go to school and see [y/n], do homework while thinking of [y/n] and do any other activity while thinking about [y/n].

“i still want an apology!” she demanded, making you giggle. rolling your [e/c] eyes, you looked over at them and smiled at chan directly. his heart skipped a beat, making him feel as if he was sick because of how many butterflies were swarming in his stomach. his friend eyed him, seeing chan just in deep thought as he maintained eye contact with you. bumping him softly, chan stuttered out an apology.

“o-oh! sorry…” he mumbled, looking down as he scratched his arm. the girl, amelia smiled as she got what she wanted. turning on her heel, she announced a “thank you” and sauntered off. following behind her, you made your way with your friend. looking back, you waved towards chan and smiled at him. chan was mentally gone. it wasn’t chan in that mind of his, but a boy on a mission to get the boy of his dream. you were his ray of sunshine.

as chan kept staring at his crush, his friends began to slowly became exasperated. one friend grabbed a heavy textbook, extending his arm with the book in hand and dropped it onto the desk. everyone in the class jumped, turning towards the direction of the sound. chan jumped, covering his ears as he looked at his friends, annoyed.

“what?” he muttered, looking at his mates. they all glared at chan, then glancing at the thing he was “zoning out” on. chan whipped his head, seeing you now talking to a boy. chan grinded his teeth, now almost seething. his friends noticed, bending over and patting his shoulders.

“it’s just jed, nothing to worry about.” one friend reassured. chan felt a bit calmer, nodding as he realized that it was just jed and it was nothing to worry about. jed wasn’t much to worry about considering he was just an artist and he-

“wow!” you exclaimed, now touching jed’s somewhat muscly arm. your [s/c] fingers ran up his arm, chuckling as you looked up at jed.

he lied. jed was a problem. he was worst than math and broccoli and bleu cheese.

“well, i mean it’s not like he’s laughing?” his shorter friend spoke.

he spoke too soon.

you were now giggling a little too much, causing chan to clench his fist. chan then bounced off from his seat, making his way towards you. seeing him come towards you, you waved with your other hand, the latter still on jed’s arm. chan came to a stop, draping his arm on your shoulders, looking at jed. eyeing him down, jed let out a sheepish chuckle.

“hey, chris!” he said through clenched teeth, pulling his arm away and rolling down his sleeve. chan looked down at you, feigning a “happy” smile.

“can we chat for a bit?” he asked. before you could answer, chan and you were racing out of the classroom, hand in hand. chan was dragging you along to your guys’ spot. you two had become closer everyday as you two were spending time in an abandoned storage room. in this room, you two had laughed, cried and even just sat in silence while doing homework. the pair of you had made this room the room of privacy, where anything said here's to never leave the room whatsoever.

pushing open the heavy gray door, chan had pushed passed the usual shelves and made your way to the dusty old forest green leather sofa. sitting you down, chan stood in front of you and clapped his hands, catching his thoughts.

“okay! so, um…” chan grunted, looking at you staring at him lost. he exhaled, making his way to sit beside you. he placed his head on your shoulder, playing with the loose string on his pants.

“do you like jed…?” he asked. chan had gotten used to you that he didn’t need to beat around the bush. he felt that with a single look, you two could just understand one another. today was also the day that chan dreaded.

a week ago, chan had done the bravest thing he did (other than asking you out on “dates” which he never specified were dates BUT i mean they kind of were if you thought of them hard enough). chan had asked his parents to take him to a k-pop audition, held by a company named JYP. rather than him going to them, they came to him. inviting them to their house, chan pulled out all the works. he had played the instruments such as guitar, piano and more. along with those, he had shown them videos of him singing and dancing as he wanted to be an idol and they rarely needed to showcase their instrumental prowess.

a week later, chan’s parents were given a call saying he had made it! except one downside, he had to go to korea, which wasn’t that bad since he was set on his dream. practically beaming, he was ready to go yet he forgot one thing…

he had to go.

looking up at you, your eyes met as you smiled softly. your hand reached up and patted his cheek, making him feel at home. you stuck your tongue out, thinking as you hummed to yourself before answering.

“jed’s nice but i mean, not the guy i like.” you answered, making chan shoot up immediately.

“if you don’t like jed then who?!” he yelled, before clearing his throat and relaxing. he had saw your eyes glitter, seeing your lips curl into a smile as you showed your pearly whites. chan brought his palms into his face, hiding it as he showed his jealousy toward the idea of you being with anyone else. though you were both teenagers, he felt strongly on how he felt for you and didn’t want to lose you…

even though you could never be together.

you stood up, pacing back and forth teasingly. chan groaned, peeking through his hands as he looked at you, tapping your chin. running a hand through your [h/c] hair, you sighed with a smile. turning on your heel, you stood in front of him. looking up at your friend, the two of you just smiled at one another. you had placed both arms on chan’s shoulder, interlocking your hands behind his nape. he instinctively placed both hands on your waist. though this was intimate to others, to you two, it meant nothing which killed him inside. whenever he held you during “regular friend cuddles” or simple “regular friend hangouts yet you two held hands,” he cherished how much he could get close to you before he left.

“my crush is…, tall. has dimples, sings and plays instruments. he loves football and he’s my friend.” you hinted, now swaying as you both held onto one another. chan smirked, before dropping it as he whined, throwing his head back.

“michael?! him?” he said in disbelief, “he doesn’t even wear socks! and he barely even does his homework in music so i don’t even see how you think he’s good at them.” he fussed, making you look up at him as you grinned from ear to ear. he looked down at you, pouting as you kept eyeing him. staying there for a minute, he kept eye contact with you until…

d i n g!

“oh.”

chan now realizing who you were talking about, he looked away. his face was almost like a rose, shining a bright red as the sunlight poured through the water glass window. while the sun poured in, the room filled with joy and love. your finger tapped his chin, causing chan to turn his head slowly. chan, lost in his emotions, eyed your soft lips and back to your eyes. then, in that moment, you two had confirmed your emotions for one another. in that moment, you were the only two who could fly through the earth in one another’s grasp. in this moment, you were each other’s.

and in the next week, he was gone.

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“yo! chris!” the other aussie member teased, nudging into his leader. felix, brushing his leader gently while he sat in a practice room. he was staring at the gray concrete wall of the 1MILLION studio. he was sweating, wearing a black tank top and green baggy cargo pants. he wiped his sweat from his temple, listening to his members laugh with one another. chan turned his head towards, felix.

“hey~, i’m your leader/older. talk to me right.” he replied, causing felix to smile.

“sorry.” he said, sitting next to him and feeling the cool wall against his loose baggy white long sleeve. this was their last practice before heading to felix’s and bang chan’s home, australia.

“what are you thinking about, bro?” felix inquired, eyeing his leader with wide eyes, trying to get him to laugh. he succeeded, but chan went back to his tired self a second later. the burlier man shrugged, taking a small sip of his water bottle.

“just, things, y’know?” he said, handing felix a water bottle to drink from. chan sat up, no longer leaning against the wall and slouched over. he began to play with a loose string from his white socks, smiling to himself.

“we go home before promotions but there’s this one thing i’m kind of dreading.” he told the rapper, making felix scooch closer and looking at him. feeling his gaze at his crown, chan looked up and laid down looking at him. he smiled.

“my high school’s having a reunion and i got an invite but…” he paused, letting the younger get comfortable before continuing. felix laid on his stomach, his head in his hands as he kicked his feet. though they were grown men, nothing could stop the boys from feeling young with one another.

“i didn’t graduate and i’m overthinking this one thing.” he revealed, causing felix to furrow his eyebrows. chan looked over, smiling.

“there was this special someone and i don’t even know what happened to them when i left. we were close and when i came here, there was no way for us to keep in contact so, i lost them. i don’t even know if they graduated school so i won’t even see them there.” chan worried, covering his face with his hands. felix sat up, slouching over as he tapped his leader.

“why don’t we go?” felix offered, grinning at him. chan looked at him, chuckling.

“for what? not like i deserve to see them considering i came here and-”

“and became well-known as a composer and everything else?” felix interrupted, making chan stutter.

he began to think. what was the harm in going? not like the others would be unsupervised in australia as they’ve been there before and they had lee know. along with that, management would never just let the boys run away all silly so, what was their to lose? other than the fact that what if you weren’t even there?

chan groaned, shaking the thought out of his head. he was happy for you regardless, even if you had a new man in your life who wasn’t jed or michael or shawn and any other guy he remembered in high school. the thought of his own jealousy made him feel better. screw it. he was going to his high school reunion.

now, weeks passed, the two aussie boys were dressed up in a suit and standing before the doors. they had gotten ready in chan’s family home in his old room. chan fixed his black tie, which complimented his black suit. he looked like he was fresh off the bachelor. felix was wearing a black button up with black slacks. he adorned silver jewelry, swiping off lint on his leader’s suit. chan, known as chris here, was shaking a bit looking at the auditorium doors. the suit was a little tight but that was because he was just getting bigger before promos. one wrong move and his pecs would just pop out the button up. placing the sticker on his right pec, he tapped and let out a deep breath. this was nothing. he’s preformed in front of so many people almost every week so this was a piece of cake.

opening the doors, the two boys were met with lively music and lights in every color. the sound of everyone chatting plastered a bright smile on their faces. they assumed it would’ve been like in TV shows, where no one was happy nor wanted to even be there yet it was the opposite. chan looked around the room, seeing somewhat familiar faces as no one changed immensely. the roof was lined with streamers and balloons. above the stage was a great big gold banner, with the word “welcome” as it greeted all the previous students.

“wow! this is so cool!” felix shouted in his ear, causing him to wince. felix chuckled.

“sorry! this is so cool though! ooh, look! snacks!” he zoned in on the refreshment table, making his way as chan followed behind. felix grabbed two red solo cups, moving an inch to his right and pouring in what seemed to be pink lemonade. weirdly for an all-adult high school reunion, it felt like a kindergarten party. chan had taken a sip, puckering as the drink was sourer than a sour lolly. felix coughed, setting the cup down and opening a water bottle. chan shook his head, trying to forget the taste already.

“hi chris!” a voice blurted over the music. looking to his right was his old high school friend. chan beamed, extending one arm to hug him. soon after came the rest of his group, who all began the ball of compliments towards one another. the conversation was filled with the common “how are you’s” and talk on how his journey in korea was. the conversation felt like almost an hour but it was only five minutes (that’s how long it took for felix to drink all of his lemonade).

hearing the doors open due to the unique creak, chan turned his head towards the door and saw someone walk in. they were dressed in almost the best clothes in this whole room, seeing that it was a familiar fashion brand he had collabed with. their pants were baggy silk cargos, making them flow across the room. everyone had basically stopped and stared, so did felix and he didn’t even go here.

chan squinted, seeing the person smiling as their hair covered most of their face. they had went directly towards the principal and greeted them. they seemed tall, a bit incher than most of the average heighted people in here. looking at their hands, they seemed to be a bit unafraid of the inking needle.

“who’s that?” someone quizzed, tip toeing to see who had made the room almost come to a stand still.

“that’s [y/n]! they just came back from a modeling gig in dubai!” someone chirped, causing chan to whip his head at the trio who were speaking of his former crush.

“they weren’t a model.” someone corrected, causing the previous to roll their eyes.

“okay, the fashion editor’s assistant but they helped design and create some really good pieces and events!” the other retorted, taking a sip of their acidic lemonade. chan stared ahead at the sight.

his former crush, now dressed in what he recognized as fendi, tommy hilfiger and almost every brand he could remember. seeing how you were changed, his brain had short circuited. comparing the shorter boy he had kissed, you were now traveling the world as a fashion editor’s personal assistant. other than that, you were making clothes and as well as hosting famous runways that he’s probably attended. he couldn’t believe it.

“you okay there, bro?” felix choked out, as half a brookie was in his mouth. he looked at his member, giving him a napkin as he soon darted towards you. it was as if it was a scene in a movie. though for him, it wasn’t a romance movie, it was a horror film.

brushing passed everyone, he had felt the toughness of each and everyone’s flesh layered by their clothing. it was if you tried to swim across the current, feeling pulled in yet moving so slow you had become a turtle. he felt the breath of everyone on him, to his neck to his finger tips. muttering a string of “excuse me’s” and “pardon me,” he continued looking at you. he saw the light of his life just in front of him yet he couldn’t reach. the heat radiating off everyone made small beads of sweat build up on his temple, where the roots of his hair protruded from his head. extending an arm to grab your shoulder, you were immediately pulled away to the right, making him stop in his tracks in his black dress shoes. he stood there, now in a crowded room alone.

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as the night continued on, chan had made small talk with everyone. he and felix though had zoned out during the former principal’s speech, considering it wasn’t fair for felix to listen to it and chan never really seemed to care as he was communicating with his managers on when he would be back. he went throughout the night, occupying his head with thoughts other than you, finally coming to the decision he had lost you forever. he couldn’t see a speck of you anywhere at all, making him feel broken yet it wasn’t a big loss. he saw how you had changed, how much you were taking care of yourself.

around 10 PM, the party had watered down. everyone had dispersed and chan had sent felix home as he was eating too many sweets and drinking too much lemonade. he had told his leader that his “tummy was turning against him.” chan stood outside the school, sitting on a small stone wall that lined the front of the school. he reached down into his pocket, whipping out his phone as he looked at the messages he had avoided the whole night.

“excuse me! can i borrow your phone? mine died and i need to call someone so…” the voice trailed off, soon stopping as chan had made eye contact with them.

it was [y/n].

chan studied the new you. you had a small sleeve tattoo, as you had pullen your sleeve up and he saw a garden of tattoos on your arm. your eyes were the same, but almost now containing a more adult glimmer. your lips still were the usual [your l/c]. chan had looked at your hair, now not it’s natural color but what was now in a balayage and textured style. though it was textured, it reached your eyelashes, causing you to blink a lot. you were a little slimmer since you were an assistant who ran around everywhere. on your neck was a small golden chain with a diamond center, shining in the moonlight.

“oh, y-yeah.” he said, handing you his phone as he had already opened it to the calling app. you reached for it, dialing in a number. as he heard the beeps, chan listened to you talk on the phone. the white noise he had fallen in love with was back. the buzzing of the lights harmonized with you, making it almost surreal that you were standing above him. ending the call, you had returned the phone to it’s rightful owner. chan grabbed it, gently brushing your hand.

“thank you!” you said, letting out a small sigh of relief as he sat down next to him. he looked at you, seeing you undo your shoes and seeing how platformed they were. he knew it. you couldn’t have gotten that tall in a couple of years. he stared at your socks, both being mismatched. on your right foot was a jack-o-lantern sock, while the left was a baseball sock. he let out a small chuckle, causing you to turn your head. looking at your feet, you blushed.

“oh! yeah, they were all i saw before getting out of the house. i was already late so i felt bad.” you explained. he nodded, smiling as he unbutton his suit to reveal his mismatched button up.

“happens to us all.” he laughed, as you both smiled at one another. after a minute, you both sat in silence. you both snuck looks at one another yet missing each other’s eyes, causing chan’s heart to swell in agony as you seemed to not even remember him. taking this as a moment to be brave, he turned to you and reached forward to you.

“nice to meet you. i’m chris.” he introduced himself, feeling his heart slowly break. you reached over, shaking his hand. his palm began to get clammy, not realizing your hands felt soft like rose petals.

“i’m [y/n]!” you returned, making him smile. he shook your hand, squeezing gently as he let go.

“but~, i kinda like chan better.” you whispered, taking out your phone and showing the back of your phone case. on the back of your phone was a small PC of chan during his debut year, causing him to groan and hide his face. sitting up right, his hands on his knees and beaming. you were a fan, that’s a relief.

“yeah, i’m him.” he “revealed.” you blushed, holding your phone as you looked at him.

“are you still the same boy who kissed me in our storage room?” you timidly inquired. his face flushed, looking at how you were now somewhat smaller. chan’s ears began to warm up and become a soft pink color.

“uh, maybe?” he answered, causing you to bite your bottom lip. looking over into his eyes, you snickered. maintaining eye contact, you planted a quick kiss onto his cheek.

“are you still the same boy who likes pizza?” you asked, slyly scooting over and looking up into his brown eyes. chan grabbed your hand, grinning as he nodded and leaned a little closer.

“the night’s young. why not?” he replied.

chan was finally reunited with his sunshine.

(p.s., jed never stood a chance - chan)

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hi y'all! my first request! i hope i did you right and i also hope y'all enjoy this one! it's my longest one so far and i hope it's not so rushed!

felix and chan's italicized dialogue is them speaking in korean~. not my usual actual korean but i can't even speak it myself so we're not doing all that :p

i didn't really wanna like subject y'all to being a fashion editor's assistant but i'm still tryna get into this writing thing so i picked a random job so hope that's okay!

lastly...sorry jed :0

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