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I wanted to draw him again

[queen0funova]

If you've played Pokémon Black 2 or White 2, you may remember the lost Xtransceiver plot where a person named Yancy or Curtis (depending on whether you're playing as Nate or Rosa) loses their Xtransceiver, and frequently calls the player until they can return it. They can't see each other until they first meet because Yancy and Curtis are using one with a broken camera. After returning the Xtransceiver to Yancy/Curtis, the player can then call them and meet up with them multiple times at the Nimbasa Ferris wheel as they slowly develop a crush on the player.

But you see, I have recently fallen into the gay Xtransceiver ship hole (of which there is incredibly little).

Curtis is secretly a TV idol who frequently appears on TV, but he is nervous and secretive about this fact. Nate slowly becomes more and more famous (taking down Team Plasma, beating all eight gyms, Pokéstar Studios, winning at the PWT, becoming the champion, etc.) while talking to Curtis anonymously. So imagine if Nate is equally humble about his rising fame, and because of the broken Xtransceiver cameras, he's able to hide that he's THAT Nate from him. But Curtis slowly starts figuring it out as Nate appears on TV more and more, and that beautiful voice sounds more and more familiar. When they finally meet, Curtis is absolutely starstruck. It was, in fact, Hero, Movie Star, Champion, etc. Nate returning his Xtransceiver. And he is even handsomer and sweeter in person.

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ‎𐦍 𝐜hristopher 𝐬turniolo

(⊹ֹ 𝐢𝐧 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 ) ──── ⟢ a continuation of “mine” where kim yn is in aespa and chris sturniolo is a model, caught in a secret romance.. or so they think?

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CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

the camera cuts to a fan-taken video of aespa’s show in korea. it’s from the crowd, but the fan has clearly zoomed in on the vip section. sitting there, front and center, is chris sturniolo, looking effortlessly cool in his designer jacket and hat. next to him is matt and bea, all eyes on the stage as aespa performs their hit song “mine.”

chris is the most animated of the trio, clapping along with the beat, and at one point, he stands up to film yn’s dance break on his phone. matt nudges him, laughing, but chris doesn’t even notice. he’s too focused, grinning as yn hits every sharp move, clearly mesmerized by her performance. the crowd goes wild, but chris’s attention never wavers from yn.

CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

a instagram live from chris’s account shows him sitting in his living room, answering fan questions while playing with his rings. his phone buzzes, and he glances at the screen, smiling when he sees who it’s from.

a fan in the comments notices and asks, “was that yn?”

chris laughs softly, shaking his head but with that telltale smirk. “i’m not saying anything, but… you know who it was.”

the fans explode in the chat, and chris just raises an eyebrow, completely unbothered by the frenzy he’s caused.

“i’ll say this,” he leans closer to the camera, his tone teasing, “she’s in new york right now. crazy, huh?”

CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

backstage at a fashion event, yn and chris are spotted talking by a rack of clothes. they think they’re out of view from prying eyes, but a fan with a camera manages to catch the moment. chris is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, looking down at yn, who is animatedly explaining something.

chris’s eyes don’t leave her face the entire time, and at one point, yn reaches up to fix the collar of his jacket, making a comment that makes him chuckle softly. it’s a brief, intimate moment, but the fan who captured it titled the clip “they think we don’t notice, but we do.”

CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼

during an aespa group interview, the interviewer asks if any of the members have celebrity crushes. the camera zooms in on yn as the question is asked, and though she keeps her cool, there’s the faintest blush creeping up her neck. she hesitates for a moment before saying, “i think someone like christopher sturniolo is… cool.”

the rest of the members immediately react, laughing and nudging her as she hides her face with her hands. ningning teases her, saying, “ah, so we’ve found her type!”

fans immediately recognized this as one of the first public hints yn had dropped about her relationship with chris, and it quickly became a favorite clip in the compilation.

CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼

a fan-captured clip from after the vivienne westwood show that yn and chris both attended. they’re caught walking out of the venue together, yn wearing a sleek, black ensemble that screams elegance, and chris, with his sharp jawline and fitted suit, looks every bit the model next to her.

they seem to be chatting about something funny, because yn bursts out laughing, her head tilting back in amusement as chris grins beside her. their shoulders brush slightly as they walk, and chris discreetly places a hand on the small of yn’s back, guiding her through the crowd. they part ways just as they step outside, but the interaction sends the fans into overdrive.

CLIP #6 PLAYING… 📼

a segment from a radio interview where yn is asked about her experiences working as a brand ambassador for vivienne westwood. the question seems straightforward, but the interviewer throws in a cheeky comment: “i heard chris sturniolo was also at that show. did you two get to talk?”

yn’s response is swift and polished, but her slight smile betrays her. “yeah, i ran into him. we talked a bit. he’s… nice.”

the interviewer raises an eyebrow. “just nice?”

yn laughs, brushing her hair back. “yeah, just nice,” she says, but the fans can sense the subtle fluster in her voice. the clip ends with a close-up of her shy smile.

CLIP #7 PLAYING… 📼

the screen flickers to life with chris’s new calvin klein ad. the lighting is soft, his silhouette illuminated by a muted glow, highlighting the countless tattoos across his chest and arms. fans had always known chris had a thing for ink, but this ad gives them a new, up-close view of his most recent work.

the camera zooms in, focusing on his collarbone. among the various pieces decorating his skin, one tattoo stands out—a delicate ribbon and charm design, impossible to miss. while his body is a canvas of intricate artwork, this one, slightly larger and more detailed than the others, catches everyone’s attention. it seems familiar, like something from a beloved anime… nana.

social media goes wild. fans begin dissecting the ad frame by frame, screenshots flooding twitter and instagram. theories spin fast—was it just a design choice, or did it have a deeper meaning? yn’s love for nana wasn’t exactly a secret, and the idea that chris might’ve subtly dedicated the tattoo to her sent fans into a frenzy.

“he’s got to be doing this on purpose, right?!” one comment reads. “it’s literally nana—and yn is obsessed with that show!”

another fan quickly chimes in, “it’s kinda too specific to be random, especially with how big it is compared to his other tattoos.”

though chris hadn’t said a word, and no official confirmation had been made about their relationship, the tattoo quickly became a focal point in fan theories. fans now had another clue in the form of ink, and it only fueled their suspicions that chris and yn were much closer than anyone had publicly admitted.

CLIP #8 PLAYING… 📼

the clip opens during one of aespa’s recent bubble livestreams, with yn and ningning sitting side by side on the couch. ningning is practically draped over yn, her head resting on yn’s shoulder while she clings to her arm. yn tries to focus on answering fan questions, but ningning is having none of it, interrupting every few minutes with playful pokes or resting her chin on yn’s shoulder like a cat.

“unnieee, why are you ignoring me?” ningning whines dramatically, nuzzling closer, and yn bursts into laughter, unable to keep a straight face.

“i’m not! i’m trying to read the comments,” yn protests, holding her phone out of ningning’s reach. but ningning just pouts harder, pulling yn into an exaggerated hug.

fans in the live chat are losing it, sending comments like:

“ningyn supremacy!!”

“ningx2 being possessive again, lol.”

“is it just me, or is ningning extra clingy these days??”

karina appears in the background, rolling her eyes as she grabs a snack from the counter. “you’re suffocating her, ningning,” she teases, though her tone is light, clearly used to this routine.

“yeah, give her some space,” giselle adds, plopping down on the couch next to them. “she has someone else to cling to these days.”

the second giselle says that, the energy in the room shifts. yn goes wide-eyed, trying to shush her, while ningning clings even tighter, shooting giselle a fake glare. “no one can take yn away from me,” she declares dramatically, her voice dripping with mock possessiveness.

karina laughs from across the room. “okay, ynie has enough people protecting her, i think.”

the chat goes wild, fans speculating wildly in real time:

“wait, WHO is aeri talking about?? 👀”

“chris sturniolo… she’s DEFINITELY talking about him.”

“lmao gigi spilled, yn is 100% dating chris!”

it doesn’t help that fans have been connecting the dots for months—between chris’s subtle hints, their coincidental posts from the same cities, and that calvin klein ad showing off his tattoo that might have been for yn. now, giselle’s joke has only fanned the flames.

“you can’t convince me ningning’s not jealous because yn is dating chris 😭”

“ningyn being real and ning sensing the threat that is chris sturniolo is sending me!!”

“i swear ningning’s being extra clingy ever since yn and chris’s rumors started. she’s protecting her territory 😂”

“ning is feeling THREATENED, i’m telling you!”

“ningyn might dethrone winrina at this rate. 😭”

“my girl just wants her femme all to herself.”

“chris do us a solid and fuck off please please.”

the clip continues, with yn desperately trying to move past the moment, her cheeks turning pink. “there’s no one else,” she insists, but ningning just grins wider, clinging tighter as if to prove a point.

“don’t worry my’s, ynie unnie is mine,” ningning jokes, sending the chat into a frenzy.

CLIP #9 PLAYING… 📼

chris sturniolo leans back casually on the famous tonight show starring jimmy fallon couch. his tattoos peek out from beneath his sleeves, and he seems relaxed—until jimmy’s grin turns sly, signaling something is coming.

“so, chris,” jimmy begins, barely containing a smirk, “i hear you’ve been spending some time at concerts recently. front row at a certain aespa show, maybe?”

the crowd chuckles, and chris scratches the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “uh, yeah, i might’ve been to a few of their shows”

jimmy leans forward with a teasing glint in his eyes. “you’re just a big k-pop fan now, huh?”

chris shifts in his seat, clearly trying to play it cool. “i mean, aespa puts on a great show. gotta respect the talent.”

jimmy nods, but the grin on his face widens. “right, right. well, lucky for us, someone caught a very interesting moment during the show. care to explain your reaction to yn’s ‘h.s.k.t’ performance?”

chris immediately tenses, his eyes widening in disbelief. “wait—no, no way. you guys didn’t—”

jimmy laughs mischievously, cutting him off. “oh, we did. roll the clip!”

CUT TO:

the video switches to a fan-taken clip from yn’s solo performance of HSKT at the aespa concert. the stage is bathed in soft, sensual lighting as yn moves gracefully to the music, her voice alluring. the camera focuses on her as she kneels on the stage, sliding a hand slowly down her body in sync with the beat, her movements smooth and captivating.

the camera quickly pans to chris in the front row, decked out in his oversized jeans and leather jacket. he’s completely still, his eyes wide, staring at yn with an expression that can only be described as pure awe—and maybe a little panic. as she slides her hand down her body, his jaw subtly drops, his lips parting slightly as if he’s forgotten how to breathe. the reaction is so obvious that the people around him start laughing, and chris, still glued to the performance, doesn’t even seem to notice.

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the studio erupts in laughter as the clip ends. chris, now red in the face, runs a hand down his face, trying to hide his embarrassment. “oh, man, i knew you guys were gonna do me like this.”

jimmy fallon is doubled over laughing, barely able to speak. “chris, buddy, what was going through your head? you looked like you were about to melt in that seat!”

chris shakes his head, laughing along but clearly embarrassed. “i don’t know, man! she’s just… really good at what she does, alright?”

jimmy gives him a knowing smirk. “yeah, ‘really good,’ huh? you sure it wasn’t that, uh, little move she did?”

chris groans, rubbing his face. “you mean the part where she’s on her knees? yeah, okay, i wasn’t ready for that.”

the audience bursts into laughter again, and jimmy leans in. “dude, you looked like you were about to jump on stage!”

chris tries to regain his composure, shrugging. “i mean, hey, it was a good performance. what do you expect?”

jimmy’s grin grows even wider. “right, right. so, was it the singing or the sliding on the stage that really got you?”

chris, now laughing but still clearly trying to downplay it, holds his hands up. “i was just there to enjoy the show, man. that’s all i’m saying.”

jimmy, sensing that chris won’t give him anything more, wraps it up with a final tease. “well, whatever it was, you definitely enjoyed yourself.”

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[keen-li]

"Forget the song...focus on your health"

Idol au, y/n is an Idol

.......

Youve been quite stressed and unwell because comeback season is soon and the finishing up of your album is killing you. You're currently working on a song with straykids. You've never written a song with them and you're really excited. You've never interacted with straykids much, only saying hellos and HIs at award shows. You've also expressed to each other how much you really want to work on a song together, which brings you to now.

You're sat on the couch as changbin sits in the chair instructing han on his verse. Today it's just you, 3racha and one other producer.

Chan's on his phone next to you on the couch as you wait your turn in the booth. The headache you've been feeling for sometime decides to remind you of its existence as a sharp throbing pain hits your head. You've haven't been feeling too well lately, nausea and constant light-headedness have plagued you not forgetting the said headache. You've been eating well. Sleeping well, well not really, but you've been eating well that should be enough.

But its not enough. You've been having them for like two weeks or more, you haven't counted. You've only been taking pills to sooth the pain, not going to the doctor assuming it will be fine and it will just go away, just like the other times. Have you told anyone? Well your friend, but you just shrugged it off as stress and told them not to worry.

But now you think it's otherwise as you feel a wave of heat rush over you even though the air in the room is cool. Your vision goes blurry as your head starts to slightly spin. You grip the arm rest of the couch and rub your temple.

Chan notices your behaviour and scrunched up facial expression and turns from his phone.

"Are you okay?" He asks

"Yeah yeah" you smile weakly at him, "I think I've just been tired lately"

"Understandable" chan chuckles and smiles at you still a little concerned as you turn and try to focus in your phone screen.

For a few minutes your strong enough to endure but as the minutes go by the feeling gets worse then unbearable unlike usual. You wish you could get in the booth, sing your verse and go home. But you're very sure that you won't be able to enter the booth and do a good job.

It's getting unbearable as your temperature rises and you feel yourself boiling, you could just strip. You try and stay a little stronger cause you don't want to embarrass yourself during your first session with straykids in the studio. You feel bad that you know you won't be able to record today and that you're gonna set everyone back.

You decide to stand and maybe go rinse your face in the bathroom. As you do you stumble a bit but it goes unnoticed. You walk through your spinning vision and mind, you can barely pinpoint where the door is. This has to be the worst you've felt ever. Your steps are slower and you begin to breathe a little deeper. You're trying your best to go unnoticed but nothing goes unnoticed when you're legs give in and you fall hitting your head on the stand by the door and finally you hit the floor. You barely feel anything cause your mind goes blank and your eyes shut, darkness your only scene.

Everyone's attention is quickly on you as chan who's closest rushes to you, lifting your head off the ground. You're not bleeding, but he notices You're unconscious and your skin is burning hot.

Changbin who was on the chair now standing by chan looks over you, concerned and worried. He pulls out his phone to call an ambulance as chan calls out your name multiple times, worry engraved in his tone. He holds you in his arms like a little fragile egg as his eyes don't leave your face. He watches your unconscious face, you look relaxed. Chan uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the little droplets of sweat on your face. Your cute face he thinks. He noticed that your weren't okay, he should have acted on his intuition when he could've maybe you wouldn't have fainted. That isn't true you would've fainted anyways cause you've been neglecting yourself.

Changbin's a little worried whether you're breathing or not, but chan reassured him that you are after he checked, multiple times.

Soon enough the paramedics arrive and take you to the hospital as discreetly as possible. Chan should've just driven you to the hospital himself, but he knew they'd say no to him.

Chan, changbin and han were worried sick about you. Chan has been in contact with your friend through your phone. And when they heard that you were awake and in recovery they were relieved.

"Why are you still worried I'm fine" you say through the phone not sounding fine to chan at all.

"I'll have to come visit you myself to believe" he says softly "cause you don't sound fine."

You laugh through the phone and it lightens chan's heart to hear you laugh.

"You wanna come visit me?" You ask seriously

"Yeah, I care." You blush at that.

"Anyway the doctor said I can be out in a week" you inform, cause your situation was bad you had to stay a little longer.

"After that we can work on finishing the song" chan sighs as you say that.

"Don't worry about the song"

"Right now focus on your health. Get better the song can wait" he comforts you and you feel a little less guilty now.

"The boys said, they hope you get better and their gonna said you some gifts"

You smile even though he can't see it.

"That's not necessary, but thank you"

"Try telling that to a worried changbin and han" you both laugh at that.

"They wouldn't take no as an answer" you say wanting to cough but holding it in so that chan doesn't hear.

"Anyways" his voice lowers as he runs his hands through his hair, though you can't see it.

"What do you want me to bring when I come see you?"

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Wrote this cause I'm awfully sick🤧

[byullielle]

Honey! Are You Coming? // Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

HONEY (ARE U COMING?), Maneskin Chan tells Y/N that he's ready to make their relationship public, but always with a flair for the dramatic, he hesitantly tells her that he wants Dispatch to do the piecing together and just keep heading out with you until a rumor starts.

Tags: Est. Relationship, Humor and Fluff, Idol!Reader, Age Gap (5 years), Paparazzi (Dispatch) Involvement, Slight Angst, Social Media Utilization, Slightly Non-Linear

Disclaimer: this is my dissertation on idols dating. sasaeng contact also appears in this. MINORS DNI.

a/n: i know the song has barely reached a week of release but come on, the song is perfect. might be revealing my maneskin addiction but its a bangin song sue me.

“Baby,” Chan places his chin atop your thigh as you hum and look away from your phone down in his direction. He looked so cute, a cat headband ready in your solo apartment now adorning his head, matching yours. His eyes are tantalizing, shiny, and absolutely filled with genius and love before he smiles, “I have something to tell you, a suggestion actually,” 

There goes the mischief.

You raise a brow, now suddenly uncertain of the “suggestion” because you know Chan like the back of your hand, there’s a chance it’ll be stupid as shit.

“I think I’m ready to make our relationship public,”

A pindrop of silence blankets upon you as your breath catches on your throat. “Really?” you couldn’t help but squeak out. It was something you’ve talked about 6 months prior, right before Changbin was enlisted and he couldn’t help but turn down your offer regrettably because he thought it would impede on the moving process from dorms to personal apartments. 

You accepted his decision and response wholeheartedly, because you were satisfied with the relationship either way, knowing damn well Jessica and Jack Bahng loved you and you were the other 7 kid’s assigned head noona (despite being younger than the entirety of the 00 line).

It was one of the factors that made you secure in your relationship with Chris but it was getting a bit exhausting to constantly hide behind masks and caps just to visit or hang out with him. It was a bit selfish when it came to intentions but when were you ever selfless when it came to your want for Chan?

So now that him sitting up brings you back down in reality you raise both your brows and move your head back, "Are you sure? I'm not pressuring you or anything," you immediately counter, "I hope this isn't something I pressured you to do Chan, I swear I'm fine with our current situation,"

He chuckles, cupping your face before pulling you in closer and pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. You pout at him before you feel the comforting pressure of his hand on the crown of your head, "I'm 100% sure baby, I promise," he smiles assuringly, pressing your foreheads together, "Everything is in it's place now, we can take this risk now,"

"Okay," you breathe out in relief and close your eyes. "Although," you open them up again to see an absolutely playful look in his eyes. "I have an idea,"

You hum, looking right into his eyes before he detaches his forehead from yours, instead pulling you into his arms pressed to his side like a teddy bear. "What if we give Dispatch a little game, hm?"

You couldn't help but scoff. Of course. Your boyfriend hated being boring and basic, why were you even surprised? "You're suggesting," you lean your head against his shoulder and look up, "That we head out there and wait for a dating rumor to happen?"

"So smart," he scrunches his nose at you which garners a light punch to his chest, "Don't patronize me," you scold, making him laugh a bit more. "But yeah exactly that," he affirms.

"Well you better talk to the managers for that,"

"What?" his manager nearly shoots out of his seat in surprise at the explanation before you turn to give him a 'I told you he'd be mad,' look before being shot back with 'At least your manager seems chill about it,'

You shrug and try not to shake your head too obviously.

"Actually I don't think it's half a bad idea," your manager speaks up and Chan's manager looks at her like she'd grown a second head. She throws her hands up, "I mean think about it, it's past comeback season and your other boys are in the military, they'd forget the heat in 4 months,"

"And if they don't?" Skzji questions with a cocked-up brow before your manager shrugs, "Free clout for the next comeback,"

Chan nods along, a bit impressed about being backed up because when you told her you were dating him she flipped out and you fought for nearly a week until you cried because you thought she was going to resign. Fun times.

Chan's manager seems to try and contemplate the repercussions of doing such thing. "Look at IU and Jisoo, they're doing fairly well now despite the dating revelations," she reasons out, "The fans will create a racket but let's have faith that the public would be a little bit more open-minded about it,"

"Y/N is also at risk," he throws back, "She'll be under more scrutiny compared to Chan because she's a female idol dating another idol, this is barely the same with IU and Jisoo,"

This makes you freeze up. He does have a very tangible and very correct point too—idol-to-idol dating was more delicate, especially given you and Chan's age gap, the fact that you were once co-trainees, and the demand of both you and him on fanbases, it was not the same formula as being or dating an actor.

But all in good faith. Should something backfire you're set for retirement and could simply carry on as a producer. Dating wasn't supposed to be such a locked-down, sure thing, but with your profession, it had to be.

"Are you ready to face that?" your manager looks to you with genuine concern in her eyes as you nod wordlessly. No words had to be said, the day both of you told them that you were dating she already knew every commitment you made to the relationship wasn't half-assed.

Defeated, his manager sighs and flails his hand, "Then go do what you want,"

Chan covers his lips behind his hand but you could almost feel the smile on his face. It was cute as you couldn't help but giddily slot your hands between your thighs along with lips pressed together in a thin line.

"Oh come on! There's no hiding your reactions now, you look like a bunch of schoolgirls!"

"Give them a little bit of a challenge baby, you're making this too easy," you chuckle and roll your eyes before sliding on the mask over your mouth despite Chan's pout and initial protest. "Alright point taken," he quickly concedes and grabs another mask from the glove box, "They'll probably take forever though,"

"It's mid-year, I just hope they don't fucking wait till January 1st to announce something," you sigh before looking at him with creases upturned by the corner of your eyes, "Let's go?"

He nods and you wait by the passenger's seat for him to circle around the car to open your door. He holds his hand out and you slot it through the gaps, intertwining your hands as you get pulled out of the car. He guides you to the streetwalk, hand in hand as both of you try to scan for the tteokbokki place you loved so much.

The owner is nice, an old woman who knows you're dating but doesn't know you're idols—bless her—and she's the reason both of you could go get tteokbokki all lovey-dovey cause she has never tattled so far. You even celebrated your 15th monthsary in this small, kinda run-down shop.

Both of you figured it was a good start to tip off people, after all, you never truly knew who was watching and following.

"Halmonie!" you greet happily while Chan holds the door for you. The only other occupied booth looks your way while the old woman beams and waddles towards you with her walking cane. "Aigoo, aigoo, you're both here! Sit, sit!" she immediately ushers as Chan slots hands with you again before taking a seat at the small stools, your usual booth.

"What shall I get you kids again today? The usual?"

"Sure halmonie, add rose ramyeon for us too please," Chan nods before slipping his mask off. Usually the cap would still obscure his features but all in his curly hair and barefaced glory, you were squealing in delight at how much of a great idea this was. You couldn't help but reach over and pat down a few of Chan's stray curls while he looks at you with utter adoration.

You hum and then sit back down once satisfied, smiling and nodding to yourself before Chan couldn't help but chuckle at your ministrations. "You're cute," he says with a cheek on his palm before you roll your eyes, "No you,"

"Oh?" he raises a brow and before he could retort you could feel something capture the moment. It's always been enhanced the longer you worked in the industry—the feeling of a camera pointing towards you. It was a bit invasive but nonetheless, you send Chan a knowing look before leaning forward, "You think we'd show up on twitter today?"

"Possibly," he whispers back.

"You alright with that? It isn't dispatch,"

"Yeah, but knowing them?" he scoffs and leans back, "They'll get their hands on it in no time,"

You laugh softly and shrug, "Whatever helps them not release it January 1st,"

He looks at you with an amused glint in his gaze, crossing his arms while scanning through your features properly, "You really wanna tell the world ASAP that badly huh,"

"I mean!" you start to defend yourself, a little bit flustered that Chan could read you like an open book, "It'll be fun and all but if they take too long I'm doing it my damn self,"

"4 month cut-off?" he negotiates as you nod, satisfied at the timeline given, "4 months,"

As the night progresses, both of you eat your tteokbokki, fish cakes, ramyeon and kimbap in peace, muddled in either deep or playful discussion.

And unfortunately, you two didn't trend on Twitter that night.

Foregoing masks was one thing, but showing up to the JYP building like you were part of the damn company was another. With your hair tied back, bareface on full display, only your eyes obscured by a black cap, and casual clothes on, it seemed like you were just clocking in on a work day to have a producer's meeting in JYP but fortunately, you were just there to bug your workaholic of a boyfriend.

With a box of vitamins, a takeout bag of soup, and a lunch box, along with a flask filled with water, the security greets you with a smile before handing you a visitor's pass to aid your roaming around the JYP halls. Getting to Chan was mapped out in the frontal terrains of your mind, getting there at record speed while occasionally greeting the staff passing by.

To say that this was a more liberating experience was an understatement.

Usually, Chan would have to schedule your arrival properly so that none of the staff potentially paid off my paparazzi would snitch when they see you but now it was so different because you were going to Channie and he didn't even know it. People look and stare on your way to his studio, sure that it'll definitely get some interns talking but you simply give them polite smiles and curt bows before carrying on.

You finally get to the floor of Chan's studio, humming to yourself before reaching the door and knocking. You press your head slightly to the door, listening for music in case he didn't hear the knock until you see a staff member exit the studio next door. Trying not to mind them, you knock a bit louder, hand heavier on the door before they whip their head at you and furrow their brows.

"Excuse me, are you an intern? You shouldn't be knocking that loudly against Bang Chan-ssi's studio!" she scolds which makes your brows shoot up a bit at the reprimand.

If there was Chan's Room, he'd tell you for sure and you'd already be watching the broadcast. His next formal recording doesn't happen in this studio specifically and last time you recall you've garnered specific rights to interrupt him—girlfriend rights and all.

You couldn't help but sheepishly scoff, "Oh I'm not an intern," you respond, feeling the heat rise up your neck a bit before she starts approaching you with a bit of an annoyed gait to her.

Just in time, Chan opens the door to his studio. "Y/N-ah?!" he greets with ample surprise and thrill in his voice.

"Brought you stuff!" you excitedly hold up the things in your hand as the staff member comes to a halt.

"Chan-ssi, you know this woman?" she questions, accusatory with a finger pointed to you. Chan simply chuckles and gently takes the brim of your cap and slide it off your head with utmost care, "She's my girlfriend Kim-ssi, it's all good," he smiles as she drops her jaw in shock.

In all fairness you DID look like a stalker with the cap on.

"Oh my... I'm terribly sorry," she bows before you laugh and wave your hand to dismiss it, "It's alright. I hope you have a good day," you bid before Chan lets you in the studio. "What do I owe the visit to baby? This is such a surprise!" he beams and gives you a bone crushing hug.

"Well that's the goal!" you giddily hug back, relishing in his warmth and scent. You close your eyes, absolutely enamored by his presence.

"Seems like you needed some boyfriend time, yeah?"

"Nuh-uh, other way around," you jokingly frown and scrunch your brows while pulling away from the hug, "You need girlfriend time," you point at his chest before turning to the food you brought, "And something for your stomach,"

He couldn't help but smile fondly at the array of things laid on his table, "Really, thank you baby, I appreciate it so much,"

"I know," you giggle and reach out for his cheeks, cupping them before pressing a sweet kiss on his lips, slow and relishing, "Now go eat first so that I can kiss you silly,"

"Channie!" you shoot off the couch as he jolts up in shock, taking off his earphones before humming and looking at you with concern-laced eyes. But once he sees the excitement on your face, he smiles and chuckles at the message.

"Well," he huffs in amusement, "Finally some of them decided to move,"

"Wanna go out for a walk?" he suggests.

You hum, entertaining the idea before your eyes flit back to the screen of your computer, the spliced chords only staring back at you in ridicule as you hit a very hard slump.

Without any hint of a lie; the recent Dispatch article did pressure you a bit to work harder on your own group's next comeback because you had to have some sort of fallback from all the backlash you were getting. The hate was still relatively tame, but you knew it was going to double over once the real announcement was made.

So yes, you did want to go out for a walk, but you also wanted to keep your ass planted to your chair. You look to Chan who was patiently waiting for your response, miraculously out of his studio and instead stuck in yours. "I think I'll...pass first Channie I gotta get this down first," you mumble against your frown before facing the equipment once more. "I've been watching you for the past two hours," he sighs and takes both arm rests of the swivel chair, pulling it towards him before gently lifting your chin towards his direction—so that you two were eye to eye.

You found, as the relationship progressed, that both yours and Chan's eyes were so expressive, so vulnerable, and it became a reoccurring habit to just look into them with all intent and you'd find the secrets of the world laid inside. Your world, at east.

"What's bothering you?"

"I..." you hesitate, making you sigh and roll your eyes in self-ridicule, "I guess I'm just bracing myself for the fall, is all," you shrug, "I really wanna do it, I'm just a bit scared that if I don't do good on the next album they'd find another way to dogpile on me once our relationship gets out,"

Chan frowns, moving his hands from your chin to your hands, gently ushering you to stand before he guides your legs up against his' so that you're facing him directly, lips so close you could almost taste the Carmex off it. "I'm not about to tell you that you could call it off because you'd punch me," he jokes a bit before caressing the skin on the lower part of your cheek, "But honey I hope you don't start beating yourself up over this, alright? You aren't alone in this," he reassures, almost begs for you to believe in his words. To believe in him.

And you do. You really, really do.

"You'll always have me by your side. If they dogpile on you then I'll do my best to defend you from that," he presses a slight peck on your lips, "I promise,"

A feeling of warmth radiates in your chest, a small yet genuine smile finally making onto your face. The burden on your shoulder wasn't completely gone and washed off, but the assurance of a safety net, of someone to go home too was definitely helping lighten the load. You wanted to say so much, and none of the words were properly coordinating in your head so instead, you just take his hands and push down.

Your lips slot together, properly this time, while your arms find their way around his neck. You both stay pressed, stay so close while your tongues slip and lock together. The warmth of his lips are heavenly against yours, the velvety feel paired with his slick and delectable tongue—you were hooked.

His hands remain steady on your cheeks, calloused thumb gently running on your jaw before both of you have to break away for air. "Thank you, Channie," you manage to breathlessly state as he chuckles and nods, "Now...for that walk?"

Groaning, you throw your head back in exasperation, his hands now on your back to prevent you from falling out of the cramped chair, "Oh come on," you whine before he chuckles.

"Air would do your brain good baby,"

You gasp in feigned disbelief, "Are you implying my brain isn't functioning?!"

"Exactly," he cheekily smiles, "You wanted to do your best didn't you? Go on a walk with me,"

"Ulterior motives are never gone unnoticed you sly fox," you roll your eyes but ultimately concede and get off the chair, immediately grabbing his jacket which was hanging off from the swivel chair.

"Hey," he scolds with no bite to his tone, an amused smile permanently etched on his face, "That's my jacket,"

"Then freeze," you stick your tongue out, childish and petty before he shakes his head, pulling out the extra hoodie he has brought for yourself and slots his fingers through your's, walking hand in hand as the both of you leave the warm comfort of the studio.

"Y/N-ssi," a voice startles you as you jolt up in shock and see a figure emerge from the shadowy corner of the parking lot. "Who the hell are you," your voice doesn't waver in question, ready to set off the staff-specific alarm that could reach the security headquarters of the company.

"Calm down, miss idol, I'm just a journalist," he raises his hands in surrender as he approaches you, while you take a step back in each step he takes forward. "Stay there," you command. "What do you want?" you speak loudly, the distance between you a bit far but not enough to provide you with peace of mind.

He reaches into his pocket and brings out a few pictures, sliding it towards you making it skid on the floor, landing by your foot as you hesitantly look down not even bothering to pick it up. Your heart races a bit. It was quite the picture, and you aren't sure where the hell it was taken but you knew when. "I suppose you can connect that I know who your speculated male idol "friend" is," he starts to speak as you hold the urge to roll your eyes.

"And what exactly are you going to do with this information?" you challenge, raising a brow at him, "Oh the ususal, make sure all of Korea know that you're dating the one and only Bang Chan," he chuckles, "Imagine the noise that'll make,"

'Bingo,' pops into your head, almost unable to hold back your smile. "Go ahead," you shrug, "Let's see who'll be the villains of their stories," you turn your heel to leave the pictures on the floor, rushing to your car as he stands there very speechlessly, dumbfounded to what just happened.

You had faith in your fans. In STAY. And those who would do otherwise weren't fans of yours, nor of Chan's. It'll all be alright, you keep repeating to yourself.

Right after you get the fuck out of the parking lot. You've got some news to tell Chan.

"What?! Did he hurt you?!" his concerned voice rings through your ears as you sigh and lean your arms against the balcony of your apartment, "I'm fine baby, I promise," you assure him, "In hindsight I knew that was dangerous but I lucked out,"

"Lucked out?! You could've called me! Or anyone!"

"I'm fine now Chan, I promise," you run your fingers through your hair, "Although it seems like our number one concern here is when the news would be released,"

Seemingly taking a moment to recollect his bearings, you patiently wait for his response, "Alright, hit me with it,"

"I think he was about to ask me for money, I told him to go on ahead and release the picture," you nervously gnaw on your lower lip, "Should...should we start telling the company heads?"

"We definitely should baby, this is such crucial information," he says with his "leader voice" as you called it—ever so reliable and ever so stern—"And what's more crucial is the fact that you got into a paparazzi altercation alone,"

"Alright, alright, I'll tell them that too," you groan with slight annoyance. Chan loved to dote on you, was overly protective, and the fact that he had a point wasn't sitting well with you given your already prominent anxieties. "I'm not trying to nag! I'm just concerned over the welfare and safety of my girlfriend is that so much to see to?"

"Of course not," your pitch goes a bit higher, a bit whiny. "Of course not, I know you aren't trying to nag," you reiterate a little bit softly now, not wanting to fight with Chan over this.

It seems to placate him too, "Okay, I'll let it go for now too. What matters is that you're safe," he matches your soft tone, "But for the love of god don't ever do that again,"

"Yes, Christopher, I won't," you promise, no ounce of sarcasm or spite in your tone.

"Are you worried?" he asks. And you take a moment to answer. "Yes..."

"Okay. Okay, I'll be right there after my schedules," he in turn also promises, a sigh of relief escaping you because you were starting to get jittery over everything, "I'll have to go. I'll see you later baby,"

"Bye babe," you bid, "I love you,"

"I love you too, my baby,"

"Something tells me you wanted to do it to terrorize Dispatch," you chuck your phone to the side and smile at Chan who simply shrugs his shoulder with a sly smile, "Maybe they'd hate to have us after all,"

"I highly doubt they'd leave us alone," you crawl up the bed and plop yourself down on top of his body, garnering a grunt from the man. "They never really did, haven't they,"

"More on you, less on me baby," he presses his lips together before looking down at you, "Which in itself, is regrettable,"

"You get used to it," you hum and close your eyes, relishing in the warmth of his bare torso, "Thank you, Chris," you start as he hums and starts running his fingers through your hair. "Whatever for baby?"

"Everything," you simply state, opening your eyes again only to see the most sickening, fondest look from Chan. You could feel yourself getting emotional, heartstrings tugged and torn off your chest as the lump in your throat grow heavier. And suddenly you're crying.

"Y/N?" Chan worriedly sits up and wipes off your tears before pressing you further into his body, head cradled in his hand while he soothingly rubs your shoulder on the other, "What's wrong my love why are you crying?" he panics before you let out a wet chuckle, "I'm sorry, I just got...I dunno," you wipe your tears away with a slight feeling of sheepishness in your veins. "I guess I got too happy, like the anxiety from the past 3 months are just starting to go away," you explain to him as a relieved breath escapes him.

"That's good, isn't it?"

"Very," you look up at him with teary and shiny eyes, hoping that all the love threatening to burst at the seams inside you would translate to how you look. And you have a feeling that it does because he gently raises your jaw towards him and presses a tender kiss on your lips, immediately slipping his tongue for entrance as you gladly let him in.

It's short, curt, yet continuous kisses. Departing every half a second only to dive back down, deliciously loving and sweet as both of your breathings fall in sync against the silence of his room, orange and yellow hues from his lights dancing around dimly. It wasn't as magical, but it was comforting, and it was home.

"I love you so much Y/N," he proclaims in a whisper against your lips, like a secret vow as you hum and give him another short peck. "I love you most, Christopher,"

"Nuh-uh,"

"Fuck you mean nuh-uh," you laugh before leaning your head against his shoulder, a sigh of relief and decompression punched out of you. "Comeback season would be so different now,"

"Mhm," he keeps his gentle touches on your shoulder going, rubbing lightly, "The questions about you that I'd love to answer," he grins to himself making you giggle like a giddy school girl.

You both knew there were more of the invasive and inappropriate questions but hey, being an idol is fun when the people around you aren't assholes. Just like a normal 9 to 5.

"Oh the birthday stories I've been waiting to post," you tease, holding up his stash of less flattering pictures over his head as he rolls his eyes, "Oh two can play,"

"I'm photogenic I slay every angle," you retort. "You didn't date me for nothing,"

"Ah boo," he lazily responds before turning to you, "By the way, what if like, magazine outlets start to contact us?"

"Maybe let's wait another year to do activities together," you suggest, "More suspenseful that way,"

"True,"

You prop your hand up his chest and lay on your stomach, facing him, "But If you had to choose which outlet, what would it be?"

"The Korea Herald," he replies before you snort out a laugh, "I guess the Chan is 5 years older, here's what it does to their relationship articles aren't wrong,"

Looking at you scandalized he pinches your side making you let out a yelp. "I'm not that old! I'm just saying it's more reliable than Dispatch!"

"Sure old man," you roll your eyes at him, "I'd wanna do one with Bazaar,"

"With the photoshoot and everything?"

"Hey it isn't so bad to shoot high for power couple status,"

"Are you implying we aren't a power couple now?"

The cameras flash against your eyes as you flinch a bit, about to put a hand over your eyes but Chan beats you to it, one hand over your shades and another on the brim of his cap. The reporters are shouting their questions at you, a little bit overwhelming and deafening but sure as hell your guards are letting them get a little too close.

"Suyin-ah! Does it bother you that Bang Chan is 5 years older?"

"Suyin-ah, if you've been dating for long aren't you guys tired?"

"Bang Chan-ah, out of all the pretty girls in your company why go for LLCE?"

"Bang Chan! Was Baby written for Suyin-ah?"

All invasive, nothing ever good. A grunt escapes you as Chan holds you closer looking down at you in concern while the guards try to make way for the both of you, "You alright there?"

"Never been better," you grimace with sarcasm before hearing a question that piques your interest, partly moving away from Chan to seek out the person who threw that question. "Suyin-ah, don't you think dating as a K-Pop idol is hopeless?"

You reach out, one of the security personnel doing you a favor to hand you the small mic of the journalist before pressing it near to your face, "I don't think so. Because at the end of the day Chan and I love our fans just the same, sharing our personal lives won't change that," you reason out, "Both of us would still continue to make music for our fans and cherish them all," you answer, short and profound before you could hear Chan's voice call out to you, finally able to form a path towards your building.

"Honey! Are you coming?" he shouts through the shouting crowds of reporters. You immediately step back, hurriedly heading to his direction, slipping your hands together before walking into the company hand in hand.

"What'd you say?" he questions once the glass doors close. You strip off your mask and beam up at him cheekily, "You'll see,"

i took the liberty of giving Y/N a stage name for the sake of making the tweets a bit more comprehensive. Suyin is derived from S/N, which is stage name. i just added a few more letters to it.

[minnieforlife245]

StrayKids has now spent milestone 1,000 days on Spotify Top Artists Global chart, third Korean act in history to do so after only BTS and BLACKPINK.

[changbeansss]

Solace

Pairings : Non-idol!Bang Chan X reader

Genre : Angst-y fluff (?)

Warnings : Mentions of smoking (Idk what else lmk)

A/N : I haven’t been mentally stable in awhile so yeah posting after so long and is this my first long story?omg???

The city lights glimmered like distant stars against the midnight sky, painting the rooftop in a soft, eerie glow. The cool breeze swept past, whispering secrets that only the night could understand. Chan sat on the edge of the apartment building, legs dangling over the side, cigarette smoke curling around him like a ghostly veil. He wasn't one for smoking, but the rare cigarette was a comfort he indulged in when he felt restless—when the weight of the world felt too heavy to bear alone.

He didn't notice when the door to the rooftop creaked open, but he heard the soft footsteps approaching. He turned his head slightly, surprised to see someone else at this hour. You. The girl from the next apartment over. You seemed to live in your own world, always quiet, always avoiding his gaze in the hallway. He’d never spoken to you, but he’d seen the sadness lingering in your eyes—a sadness he recognized all too well.

Tonight, though, there was something different in your expression. Something darker. Your eyes were swollen, like you’d been crying for hours. You walked to the edge, not too far from where Chan sat, but far enough that you might have thought he wouldn't notice.

But he did.

He saw everything. The way your shoulders trembled, the way you hesitated at the very edge, looking down as if searching for an answer. The way your hand clutched the edge of the railing, knuckles white from holding on too tight, like you were anchoring yourself to the last shred of will you had left.

Chan exhaled, flicking the cigarette away. It landed somewhere on the rooftop with a quiet sizzle. He didn’t say anything at first; he just watched you, his eyes taking in every detail, every sign. And then, in a voice that was somehow both soft and firm, he broke the silence.

“Thinking of jumping?” he asked bluntly, catching you off guard.

You flinched, turning to face him, and for a moment, you seemed lost. You didn’t answer, but you didn’t look away either. You were caught between fear and curiosity, between wanting to escape and wanting someone to understand.

Chan stood up, dusting off his jeans, and took a step closer, but not too close. He didn’t want to scare you. “It’s a long way down,” he continued, gesturing with his chin towards the street below. “And the landing... it’s not as peaceful as you think.”

Your breath hitched, and you felt a tear slide down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, trying to keep your composure. “You don’t know anything about what I think,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the wind.

He shrugged, leaning back against the railing, his demeanor relaxed, almost as if he were just having a casual conversation. “Maybe not. But I’ve been where you are now, standing on the edge. I know what it feels like to think that there’s no way out.”

You stared at him, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, but all you saw was a quiet understanding, a familiarity with the darkness you felt enveloping you. “Why are you here?” you asked, your voice breaking. “Why are you even talking to me?”

Chan chuckled softly, the sound low and a little sad. “Because I’m your neighbor,” he said simply. “And because I know what it’s like to feel like the world’s crashing down around you.”

You swallowed hard, your grip on the railing tightening. “And what do you do?” you asked, almost desperate for an answer. “When it feels like that?”

Chan’s smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. “I come up here,” he replied, gesturing around the rooftop. “I think. I breathe. I try to remind myself that there’s always another sunrise. That nothing stays the same forever.”

You felt something shift in your chest, a tiny crack in the walls you’d built around yourself. “And does it help?” you asked, a faint flicker of hope in your voice.

He nodded. “Most nights, yeah. Some nights... not so much. But it’s worth sticking around to find out.”

There was a long pause, the kind that felt like an eternity, but in that moment, something changed. The night didn’t seem as cold, and the rooftop didn’t feel as lonely. Chan didn’t move closer, but somehow, his presence felt like a lifeline—a reminder that you weren’t alone in this.

“I’m Chan,” he finally said, offering a small smile. “Just... Chan. And I’m here if you need someone to talk to. Anytime.”

You didn’t respond right away, but you nodded, taking a step back from the edge. “Thanks,” you whispered, and it was the most sincere word you’d spoken in a long time.

Chan just nodded, his smile growing a little warmer. “Don’t mention it. We’re neighbors, after all.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel quite so alone.

---

You spent the next few minutes sitting in silence beside Chan, both of you facing the cityscape. The noise of the streets below was a distant hum, and the wind gently whipped around you, carrying the smell of rain. The awkwardness you expected didn't come; instead, there was an odd sense of comfort in being next to him. Maybe it was his calm demeanor, or maybe it was the way he didn't push you to talk more. He just sat there, present, like he understood that sometimes words weren’t necessary.

"Do you come up here often?" you asked after a while, breaking the silence.

"More than I probably should," he answered with a chuckle. "It's peaceful. Helps me clear my head."

You nodded, pulling your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them. “I never noticed,” you admitted. “I’ve never really noticed you before.”

Chan glanced at you, his lips curling into a soft, knowing smile. “Yeah, well, I’m good at not being noticed when I don’t want to be.”

The two of you fell into another comfortable silence. A slight drizzle began to fall, and you felt the tiny droplets of rain kiss your skin. Chan stood up, stretched his arms, and looked up at the sky.

“You know,” he said, “we should probably head inside before it starts pouring. But… if you want to stay, I’m fine with that, too.”

You hesitated. Part of you wanted to retreat back to the safety of your apartment, curl up in your bed, and pretend none of this ever happened. But another part of you, the part that had made you come up to the rooftop in the first place, wanted to stay just a little bit longer.

“Can we… can we stay?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan nodded, sitting back down beside you. “Of course. As long as you want.”

The rain began to fall harder, but neither of you moved. The cold droplets splashed against your skin, but you welcomed the sensation, the grounding feeling of something tangible in this otherwise surreal moment. You noticed Chan shivering slightly, but he didn’t complain or suggest leaving again. He was really just… there.

“Why do you care?” you blurted out suddenly, unable to hold back the question any longer. “You don’t even know me.”

Chan glanced over at you, his expression a mixture of surprise and thoughtfulness. “I care because I’ve been there,” he replied softly. “I’ve felt what it’s like to want to disappear. And if I can do anything to keep someone else from feeling like that… I’ll do it. Even if I don’t know them.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, tears stinging your eyes once more, but you fought them back. “That’s… really nice of you,” you managed to say. “But I don’t think I’m worth it.”

Chan’s eyes softened, and he leaned forward slightly, his voice quiet but firm. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that. You’re worth so much more than you think.”

His words hung in the air, cutting through the rain and the noise in your head. You’d heard similar things before from friends, family, even therapists. But something about the way Chan said it made it feel different. Like he genuinely meant it, like he saw something in you that you couldn’t see yourself.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “I… I don’t know how to keep going,” you admitted, the confession slipping out before you could stop it. “It feels like everything is too much, like I’m drowning and I can’t catch my breath.”

Chan nodded, his expression solemn. “I get it,” he said quietly. “I really do. But you don’t have to do it alone. Sometimes, it helps just to have someone there, even if they don’t say anything. Just knowing they’re there.”

You looked at him, searching his face for any hint of pity or judgment, but all you found was understanding. “Would… would you stay?” you asked, almost afraid of his answer. “Like… just for a little while?”

Chan’s smile returned, warm and genuine. “Of course,” he replied. “I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”

The rain continued to fall, soaking you both, but neither of you seemed to care. You felt something shift inside you, a tiny flicker of hope sparking to life. Maybe things wouldn’t get better overnight, and maybe the darkness wouldn’t vanish completely. But right now, on this rooftop with Chan beside you, you felt like you could breathe just a little bit easier.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.

---

Over the next few weeks, things began to change between you and Chan. You’d see each other more often, exchanging quiet smiles in the hallway or quick greetings in the elevator. Sometimes, you’d find yourself on the rooftop again, both of you sitting in silence or sharing stories about your lives, your fears, your dreams.

Chan wasn’t a bad boy like you’d first thought, but there was an edge to him—a rawness and honesty that drew you in. He told you about his own battles, his own struggles with feeling like he didn’t belong, his own nights of wondering if it was worth it to keep fighting. You found solace in his words, comfort in his presence. He wasn’t trying to fix you, and he never pressured you to be anything other than what you were in that moment.

Slowly, you started to feel lighter, like the weight you’d been carrying for so long was slowly being lifted. Some days were still hard, some days you still felt like the world was closing in, but now there was a hand to reach for, a voice to listen to, a reason to keep trying.

And as the nights passed, you began to realize that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as alone as you thought.

----

As the days turned into weeks, the rooftop became your sanctuary—a place where you and Chan could escape the world and just be yourselves. Nights blurred into mornings, and you found yourself waiting for those moments when you’d hear his light footsteps coming up the stairs or his quiet knock on your door, inviting you out for another midnight chat.

He was like a constant rhythm, a steady heartbeat in your otherwise chaotic life. You still had your dark days, the ones where getting out of bed felt like a Herculean task, but knowing Chan was there made it a little more bearable. You didn’t have to explain yourself; he understood the silent language of pain.

One particularly cold night, you found yourself standing outside Chan’s door, hesitating. You hadn’t spoken to him all day, hadn’t seen him in the hall or heard his footsteps. For some reason, you felt a strange unease. A part of you worried—had you been too needy, too dependent on his presence? Did you scare him away?

Before you could turn away, the door swung open, and there he was, standing in front of you, eyes wide in surprise.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice warm and inviting. “I was just about to come find you.”

You felt a wave of relief wash over you. “Really?”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Really. I thought maybe you could use some company tonight… or I could, you know?”

You returned his smile, feeling something warm bloom in your chest. “Yeah… I think we both could.”

He stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. His apartment was small and sparsely decorated, but there was a warmth to it—a stack of vinyl records in the corner, a guitar leaning against the wall, and a cozy blanket draped over the couch. You hadn’t been inside before, and you found yourself curious, your eyes scanning the little details that made up his world.

“Want something to drink?” he asked, moving towards the tiny kitchen. “I have tea, coffee… or maybe something stronger?”

“Tea sounds good,” you replied, feeling a little shy but also strangely comfortable. You sat down on the couch, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. It smelled faintly of him—woodsy, a little smoky, with a hint of something sweet. You felt yourself relax, the tension in your shoulders easing for the first time all day.

Chan joined you a moment later, handing you a steaming mug. “Peppermint,” he said with a grin. “Good for the soul.”

You took a sip, savoring the warmth spreading through you. “Thank you,” you murmured, glancing over at him. “For… everything. You don’t know how much it means to me.”

He looked down, a slight blush on his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just… glad to be here with you.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the only sound being the soft rain tapping against the window. After a while, you felt a surge of boldness, a need to know more about him—this boy who had somehow become your anchor in such a short time.

“Can I ask you something?” you ventured, your voice quiet.

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours. “Anything.”

“Why do you come up to the rooftop?” you asked. “I mean… what is it that you’re running from?”

Chan’s smile faltered slightly, and he took a deep breath. “I’m not sure if I’m running from something or towards something,” he confessed. “Maybe both. I guess… it’s hard sometimes, feeling like you’re constantly expected to be someone or something that you’re not. I’ve always felt like I had to wear a mask, pretend to be okay even when I’m not.”

He paused, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. “The rooftop… it’s the one place where I can take that mask off. Where I can just be Chan, not who everyone else expects me to be.”

You nodded, understanding more than you could say. “I get that,” you whispered. “I really do.”

Chan smiled softly, his eyes filled with a quiet gratitude. “I think that’s why I like being around you,” he admitted. “You don’t make me feel like I have to be anything other than who I am. You just… let me be.”

A warmth spread through you at his words, and for the first time in a long time, you felt something like happiness blooming inside you. “You do the same for me,” you replied. “You make me feel… seen.”

Chan’s gaze softened, and he shifted a little closer to you, his hand brushing against yours, sending a spark up your arm. “I’m glad,” he said softly. “Because you deserve to be seen. For who you are, not who the world wants you to be.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the sincerity in his eyes overwhelming. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a rush of emotions you couldn’t quite control. “Chan…” you began, but the words got stuck in your throat.

He seemed to sense your struggle, and his hand gently squeezed yours. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “You don’t have to say anything. Just… know that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, but this time it wasn’t from sadness. You squeezed his hand back, a silent thank you, a silent promise.

For a while, the two of you sat there, hands intertwined, the rain falling outside like a lullaby. The world outside could wait; for now, this was enough.

A Few Days Later…

You’d been having a particularly rough day. Everything seemed heavier, every thought darker. You hadn’t seen Chan all day, and you found yourself missing his presence more than you expected. By evening, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in your chest. It was suffocating, consuming.

But then, there was a knock on your door.

You hesitated, wiping at your eyes quickly before opening it. There stood Chan, his face lit up with that familiar grin, holding two takeout bags and a slightly battered old boombox.

“I was thinking,” he said, his voice filled with an infectious enthusiasm, “that tonight is the perfect night for bad Chinese food and even worse music.”

You blinked, surprised. “What?”

Chan laughed. “Come on, you said you’ve never had a ‘proper rooftop party,’ and I figured there’s no time like the present. Plus, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Before you knew it, you were back on the rooftop, wrapped in a blanket as Chan fiddled with the boombox, his face scrunched up in concentration. Finally, he managed to get it working, and the sounds of an old 80s ballad filled the air.

You laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that made your sides ache. “This is terrible,” you giggled.

Chan grinned, holding out a hand to you. “Dance with me,” he insisted, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

You hesitated, but his infectious energy was impossible to resist. You took his hand, and he pulled you into a clumsy dance, the two of you swaying to the beat of the cheesy music. The city stretched out below you, the lights flickering like stars, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

Chan spun you around, his laughter mingling with yours, and you felt a sense of freedom you hadn’t felt in years. For the first time, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to the light. And Chan… Chan was the first step toward that possibility.

“See?” he whispered as he pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. “There’s still some magic left in the world.”

You smiled, tears of joy filling your eyes as you whispered back, “Yeah… I think I’m starting to believe that.”

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The rooftop became more than just a refuge; it was a world of its own, a world where time seemed to stand still. With each passing night, you felt yourself falling a little deeper into something you weren’t sure you were ready to name.

It was the little things—the way Chan would notice if you seemed a little quieter than usual and bring your favorite drink without asking, the way he’d brush a stray hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. The way his laughter could make your heart feel lighter, like maybe all the heavy parts of you were starting to dissolve into something softer, something warm and bright.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen, hadn’t expected it. But slowly, steadily, you were falling for him.

One night, you found yourself waiting on the rooftop, bundled up in a thick sweater, watching the stars twinkle overhead. Chan was running late, which was unusual for him. You checked your phone for the third time, feeling a little nervous. Had something happened? Was he okay?

Just as you were about to go back inside, you heard the door creak open behind you. You turned around and saw Chan, slightly out of breath, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Sorry,” he panted, running a hand through his hair. “Got held up at work. But I brought peace offerings.” He held up a bag of pastries from the bakery down the street, and your heart melted a little more. He knew they were your favorite.

You took the bag with a smile. “You’re forgiven… this time.”

He laughed, sitting down beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. “Good. I’d hate to think I’d lost my rooftop privileges.”

You laughed, the sound light and free. “No chance of that.”

For a while, you just sat there, sharing the pastries, talking about everything and nothing. It was easy, being with him. Natural. Like he was the missing piece of a puzzle you hadn’t even realized you were trying to solve.

As the night grew colder, Chan pulled a blanket from his bag and draped it around your shoulders. “Can’t have you freezing to death on me,” he teased.

You chuckled, but your heart skipped a beat when his hand brushed against yours under the blanket, his fingers tentatively grazing yours. You felt a jolt of electricity, and you wondered if he felt it too.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You could feel the heat of his body so close to yours, his breath warm against your cheek. The air was thick with something unsaid, something fragile and beautiful.

“Chan,” you whispered, turning to look at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

He turned to face you, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. “Yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and soft.

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of fear and excitement bubbling inside you. “I… I think I’m falling for you,” you confessed, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Chan’s eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face. For a moment, you feared you’d made a mistake, that you’d ruined everything. But then his expression softened, and a slow, beautiful smile spread across his lips.

“I’ve been falling for you since the first night on this rooftop,” he admitted, his voice just as soft. “I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Your heart leapt, and you felt a rush of warmth spread through your chest. “Really?” you asked, hardly daring to believe it.

He nodded, his hand moving to gently cup your cheek. “Really,” he whispered, his thumb brushing your skin tenderly. “I’ve never felt like this before. Like… like maybe there’s hope, like maybe I could be more than what I’ve been.”

You felt tears sting your eyes, but this time they were happy tears, tears of relief and joy. “You’re already more,” you whispered, leaning into his touch. “You’re everything.”

Chan’s eyes glistened with emotion, and before you knew it, he was leaning in, his breath warm against your lips. Your heart pounded wildly, and you felt like you might float away.

And then his lips were on yours, soft and gentle, and everything else seemed to fade away. The world, the pain, the fear—it all melted into nothing as you kissed him back, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer.

The kiss was tender and slow, filled with all the words neither of you had said. It was a promise, a beginning, a silent vow to keep holding on, to keep finding each other in the dark.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting against each other. Chan’s hand still cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your skin.

“You have no idea how much I needed that,” he breathed, a grin spreading across his face.

You laughed softly, your fingers brushing against his. “I think I needed it just as much.”

He kissed you again, this time more confidently, and you felt a flutter in your stomach, a lightness in your chest that you hadn’t felt in so long. It felt like freedom, like the start of something beautiful.

As the night stretched on, you stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing quiet conversations and soft kisses, the city below glowing like a sea of stars.

And for the first time in a long time, you knew that whatever came next, you would face it together. You and Chan, two broken souls finding solace in each other, finding love in the most unexpected of places.

And in that moment, with Chan’s arms around you and the world spinning softly beneath your feet, you felt like maybe—just maybe—everything was going to be okay.

[thatblvckboyy]

Found in my drafts, Its kinda of unfinished I need ideas so send them in

Bang chan x male reader smut ff

One with the weird and perverse

Tw:su!c!de

"Not all ghosts haunt some keep you company till you trust the living once more"-Noor shirazie

Left with nothing but his memory everything seemed so difficult how would life be without him.He just disappeared without a trace,all the police investigations hit a dead end.All his socials are all deleted it's like he never even existed. The only thing that gave you any comfort was the voicemails he left you. Was chan really gone for good ? That was the question you asked yourself everyday

It was finally time, you couldn't live in a world without bangchan so you went to work and headed to the roof top and finally jumped.when you closed your eyes you could see him but it was only for a brief moment before everything became completely dark.Chan was the person in your life that actually loved you, your family disowned you cuz they were homophobic and you really didn't have any friends

Then you suddenly found yourself in a cross path on the left was a bright light it didn't really have a physical body just a bright light with flowers blooming it was absolutely euphoric"come with me I'll make sure you're happy and find peace"the light said and when you looked at your right bangchan was standing there in a black suit and nothing but darkness surrounding him"come to me my love"he said. It was now your choice to choose which side you wanted to go to

You slowly made your way towards chan.Being with bangchan was the only way you were going to be happy and find some leave and how could the light possibly provide that to you"you have made your choice I shall leave"the light began to fade away leaving you and chan in the darkness "baby boy it's me you don't have to be scared"

He stretched his arm out for you as you Hesitantly made your way toward him, you really wanted to be with him but you weren't sure if it wasn't the right choice. As you got closer he grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug" you have no idea how much I missed you"it was him it was actually him you could tell by how tightly he would usually hug you.

"Where were you I couldn't find you you just disappeared" you asked

"All that matters is I'm here with you now"he said

[rivalkieran]

self-cast shadow

[lovechanlixx]

[lotusbee07]

[youmakestraykidsstayy]

[143-iloveu]

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Eternity

Idol!Chan X Idol!Reader

Tooth-rotting Fluff

Content Warnings - Teeny tiny make-out session, Chan calls reader princess (otherwise GN!Reader), reader stares at Chan's shirtless torso (can you blame them?)

Word Count - 2,040

Synopsis: You never imagined going on tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates would lead to this. Although, you wouldn't change it for the world.

A/N: This will be part of an 'Idol X Idol AU' series. Once I post the next part, I will create a master list with each part in the order they should be read. You can absolutely read this as a stand-alone though.

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Your recent collaboration with Stray Kids dropped nearly six months after you and their leader, Bang Chan (Chris to you), officially announced you were in a relationship. Chris had originally written the song as his gift to you for your fourth anniversary. He wanted to write a song that would help you feel closer to each other whenever the two of you are touring opposite sides of the globe. That same night, the two of you (and JYPE) released statements confirming your relationship. After four years together, you both felt that it was time to tell the world.

Chris begged you incessantly for weeks to sing it as a duet with him. He desperately wanted to hear your beautiful voice singing his lyrics.

“Hearing you bring the song to life could get me through my darkest days! Besides, only you and I will ever hear it.”

He didn’t realize it then, but that was a lie. Well… not a lie, exactly. He just changed his mind once he finished mixing it. When he let you hear the final cut, you knew immediately that you had to share this masterpiece with the world. You couldn’t even try to convince yourself to be so selfish.

“This should be on the next album!” you both said simultaneously.

“Only if you will sing it with me, though,” he adds, “No one else’s voice is acceptable!”

Fast forward six months, and your duet with Chris is the most popular song on the new Stray Kids album. Fans are giving rave reviews. Some are even saying that they love how much you and Chris love each other, labeling your relationship as ‘#GOALS.’ JYPE took notice, begging you to join Stray Kids on their next tour. They offered you the opportunity to ‘open’ for them in the way many Western artists do, performing some of your songs before the boys took the stage each night. In return, you were asked to perform your duet with him near the end of each show.

Tonight, you and the boys are performing in Sydney for the second night in a row. They gave the boys a few days off before the shows to visit with his and Felix’s families, but they still came to tonight’s show to support them. The pressure you put on yourself for this performance is nearly crushing. You get along with his family very well, but something about knowing they will be watching you perform with their son causes your anxiety to spike.

“Five minutes, Y/N!” the stage manager shouts.

You are nothing more than a pacing ball of nerves at this point. You’ve never been so nervous for a concert… not even in your early debut days.

“Two minutes!”

Just as they shout the warning, all eight men come running down from the stage. Chris quickly scans the room, searching for you. He smiles when his eyes land on you. You meet his gaze just before he’s yanking his shirt over his head, changing into the last outfit of the show. You can’t resist the urge to admire your boyfriend’s toned torso, the way his muscles contract with every movement momentarily relieves your anxieties. Mere seconds later, he’s pulling another shirt on and adjusting his mic, snapping you back to reality.

“You ready, princess?” he calls as he motions for you to join him.

You nod and step onto the rising platform. Chris is quick to intertwine his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly. Your worries melt away as he holds your gaze.

“I love you,” he says as the stage manager yells a ten-second warning.

“I love you, too.”

The platform rises, and the stage lights flood your vision. The crowd cheers as your silhouettes come into view, and the music begins to play as the two of you step into the spotlight. You look over to Chris, trying to keep your anxiety in check. He looks breathtaking under these lights. His beauty captivates you, just as it has for the entirety of this tour (and your relationship), drawing a smile on your face.

As Chris begins singing, you feel goosebumps rising on your skin. No matter how many times you hear or perform this song, it will always affect you. There is so much emotion in his voice. He’s looking at the crowd far less than usual, keeping his eyes fixed on you. It’s as if the whole world is standing still around you.

As you finish the song, he finally addresses the crowd.

“What did everyone think of the show tonight? Did you have a good time?”

Everyone cheers.

“You guys were absolutely amazing! The energy was intense!”

“I agree, Chan. They were phenomenal!” you chime in.

“Stay, what did you think of Y/S/N’s performance?”

The crowd erupts in cheers yet again. Stays have been so accepting of you and your relationship with their Bang Chan. Sure, some people didn’t take the news well, but most Stays have welcomed you with open arms.

“Me too, me too…” he begins, “It has been such a blessing and honor to share our stage with her. Thank you all for welcoming her so positively. It warms my heart to see your love for her.”

“Yes, thank you, Stay. Your love and support mean the world to me. I had so much fun with you all tonight. Good-”

“Actually, before we say goodnight…” Chris interrupts, cheeks red as a tomato, “I have one more thing I want to say.”

The crowd cheers for a moment before he gently asks them to quiet down.

“Y/F/N…”

Your eyes go wide. He never uses your real name on stage, not a single slip-up. He’s a professional through and through.

“The last four and a half years with you have been a dream. No one has ever understood or accepted me the way that you do. Having my members and Stay made my heart feel full, but then you came into my life, making it feel so full that it may burst.”

“Channie…”

He steps closer to you as he continues.

“Christ, I’m rambling… Sorry, I’m nervous,” he says with a shy giggle, mostly to the crowd.

You catch the other members making their way back onto the stage. They are grouped, standing at the rear of center stage. The crowd cheers until they each make a shushing gesture.

Once the crowd quiets again, he continues.

“What I am trying to say is that you are the most amazing and important person in my life. You are my best friend, my rock, and my home. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. You are irreplaceable, and I want to spend eternity with you. So, in front of my family, my members, and Stay…”

He bends down on his left knee, holding your hands in his. Felix jogs over, handing him a small blue box. When that box comes into view, your heart begins to race. Is this man proposing to you in front of all these people? He sure knows how to make a grand gesture!

The entire stadium erupts into a chorus of gasps before he holds the mic up to his lips again.

“Y/F/N, will you marry me?”

Your tears are flowing freely before he’s even finished his speech. He opens the box, revealing a stunning ring. It’s a modest princess-plus cut diamond nestled between two opals (his birthstone) and two of your birthstones. It’s beautiful! You are sobbing at this point. He clearly understands that you prefer to leave the flashy jewelry for the stage.

The crowd is screaming now, the floor vibrating from the intensity.

“Say yes, say yes!” they chant.

The boys are shushing them. The crowd takes a moment to respond, eventually quieting to just above a murmur.

You nod your head a few times. Suddenly, Seungmin’s voice comes over the speakers.

“What was that, Y/N?”

You lift your microphone, your hand shaking like a leaf.

“Yes,” your voice trembles, “of course I’ll marry you!”

His eyes light up before his toothy grin smushes them into the cutest little half-moons. Once he slides the ring onto your finger, he jumps to his feet and pulls you into a hug, spinning you around in excitement. You laugh at his cute antics. He places you back on the floor before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply in front of 20,000+ people. Your heart is beating erratically, and you’re overjoyed. The boys are each screaming their congratulations and well wishes into their mics, clearly happy for their leader-hyung.

You were the first to pull away. If you hadn’t broken the kiss, there is a good chance that Chris would have stood there kissing you all night.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Christopher.”

The crowd is going wild. They’ve been screaming for nearly a full minute. The boys let them have a moment before attempting to reign in the energy. Once the crowd settles enough for the boys to be heard, the intro to #LoveSTAY begins playing. You know this is their encore, so you make your way off the stage.

You flop onto the couch in the group dressing area. Your body feels as if it is vibrating with excitement. You stare down at your left hand, the ring on your finger making your heart race all over again. You’ve known that you wanted to marry Chris since before your first anniversary, but you never imagined that he’d propose like this.

After the boys finish their performance, he comes to find you. When he catches sight of you smiling down at the ring on your finger, he feels an immense wave of pride wash over him. He’s the one who made you smile like that, and he is beyond thankful that he’s the one who gets to bring you so much happiness.

He walks up behind you, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“I can’t wait to wake up to that smile every single morning.”

“Channie!” you squeal happily.

You climb over the back of the couch, nearly jumping into his arms. He smooths your hair before kissing you passionately. You will never tire of the feeling of his soft lips pressed to yours, always leaving you breathless. He places one strong hand at the nape of your neck and the other on your waist, sending shivers down your spine. A moment later, he pokes his tongue out, silently asking for entry. You grant it, tongues in a slow battle for dominance. He easily takes control just as the rest of Stray Kids enter the room.

“Ew!” Hyunjin jokes.

Chris’ hand leaves your neck, raising a middle finger in the general direction of his grown-ass ‘children.’ You pull away before the boys can make any more comments. The pout your now fiancé wears is almost cute enough to draw you back in.

“While I am happy to sleep in my bed finally, I’m sad that the tour is over.” Jeongin sighs.

All of them nod in agreement.

“I had so much fun with you these last few months, Y/N.”

“Me too, Channie. I had a blast with all of you!”

“I never want to go on another tour without you,” he smiles as he pulls you into a hug.

The others groan in mock disgust at his affection toward you. They always act as if your public displays gross them out, but you know they are just being dramatic.

“Get in here, you dorks!” you shout as you wave them over.

You only have to ask once before all seven of them are bounding across the room. They shout happily before they squish you and Chris into the center of a giant, bouncy group hug. Your chest is pressed firmly against his, and he smiles apologetically. The boys have you two trapped in a too-tight embrace, but neither you nor Chris would want it any other way. Wrapped in the muscular arms of all eight members of Stray Kids, you know that you will never be lonely again.

“I love you boys so much!”

“We love you too!” they shout in unison.

A/N: Thank you, Elly, for prompting me to write a mushy Chan proposal with idol!Chan and idol!reader. Without your input, this fic wouldn't exist. Soft, mushy Chan deserves more recognition, and I'm here to ensure he gets it! I hope you love this as much as I do!

And thank you, Elly, for being my number one hype-woman! You are the only reason I was confident enough to start posting in the first place. You mean the world to me!

~Ashe 🦊🐺

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