#readerxseungkwan

[bangcha-seventean-teashoppe]

Banana Pancakes

Pairing: Seungkwan x Reader

Length: 755 words

Warnings: none

For: @fallingforcheol

Recommended blend: Orange Spice {black tea with orange prep, vanilla bean and clove- the author prefers replacing clove with cinnamon}

You resisted the urge to slam the door to your apartment, you didn’t need a noise complaint to finish off your day. It was one of those days that had gone from bad to worse. You’d had a pop quiz in your first class, and you just knew you’d failed it. You tried, but you just didn’t get that class, no matter how many hours you spent studying! You’d had the meanest customer come into your work, and there was nothing you could do but smile and put up with it. And, the movie date you’d been waiting all week for never happened. You waited and waited, but she never showed up. No messages or anything. You’d missed the movie and the bus, so you had to walk home. At this point, you wanted nothing more than to just curl up in bed with your oversized kigurumi on. Your only highlight was that tomorrow was Saturday and you had no work or school.

~*~*~

Boo Seungkwan sighed as he removed his hat and ran a hand through his blonde hair. Replacing his hat, he knocked for the fifth time to no response. Luckily, he had a spare key, so he quietly let himself in. He took in the open curtains but over head light on. A trail of clothes led to a semi-open door, and Seungkwan shook his head as he removed his hat, shoes and face mask (for privacy on the streets). He slowly headed to the door, playing with his phone.

~*~*~

“OH Ladies~! This is your story!”

Your eyes flew open, limbs flailing in shock at the sudden noise near your ear. You came face-to-face with Seungkwan’s smile, which only grew when he noticed you were awake. He put on a serious face, biting back his grin, and continued serenading you with his off-pitch rendition of Son Dambi’s Queen. You rolled your eyes at him, fighting to hide your smile pulling at your lips.

“Boo! Stop it!” You huffed in fake annoyance, rolling over and pulling the blankets over your head. He laughed that precious laugh of his, perhaps one of the best sounds in this universe, the one that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

“I have to wake Jihoon-hyung up, you’re no match for my skills!” he teased, finally turning the music off.

“But seriously…what’s wrong?”

Your smile fell. Of course he’d know something was up. He was always good at reading you like an open book, no matter how tried you hard to keep your worries from him. You didn’t fight as you felt him roll you over. You couldn’t really. A determined Seungkwan was a force to be reckoned with. He settled down next to you on the bed, wrapping you up in your blankets before he cradled you to him, arms wrapping securely around you and resting his forehead against yours.

“Will my burrito girlfriend finally talk?” He asked softly.

You paused, finding your words.

“Because I could always launch into another round of singing…”

“Boo, I love your voice, but please no!” you giggled. He just winked back.

Taking a breath, you explained about your awful day yesterday. You knew it was probably nothing, after all, he was an idol with his own mountain of troubles, but he soothed those worries away. He listened as you talked, nodding as needed, running his hands through your hair. You felt lighter after talking.

“I’m sure there’s a reason your friend didn’t show, and if not, she’s dead to me and I’ll make a mixtape with Seungcheol-hyung” Seungkwan teased, kissing your forehead. You giggled and wriggled your arms free to hug him back.

“Thanks, Seungkwan” you whispered.

He hummed a response, before he sang a few bars of a song you couldn’t recognize. You let his voice, although soft and not at full power but amazing all the same, wash over you.

“Hey, we got the day off, so let’s build a fort and watch movies or something! I’ll go make us hot chocolate and make some banana pancakes. Joshua-hyung has a song with banana pancakes. Sleep a bit more.” He gave you a soft kiss and then got up.

You hummed your affirmation, closing your eyes. What he said finally sunk in and you bolted up.

“Hey! Seungkwan, wait! Last time you cooked, it was a disaster! Seungkwan?!” You stumbled out of bed and ran after your giggling boyfriend. You couldn’t help laughing, he had a way of making things better without trying.