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changarroo · 5 years

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Hello Again // Bang Chan AU

❖ a/n: So this is a collab with the one and only @bhubblemilk cause we are bubble tea soulmates,,, and I’m high key in love with her writing (the Minho one to be exact but I’m just a sucker for Minho). So when Eiko told me about this idea I fell in love and was 100% down to do it. SO here is part 1 of our collab! keep your eye out for part 2 on her account ;)

❖ word count: 3.1k

❖ genre: fluffy, vampire au

❖ pairing: reader x bang chan

Good morning every one of Seoul, if you are just waking up right now the time is currently 7:14 and it looks like it’s going to be a rainy day” the radio clock said as it turned on for the morning.

You rolled around in your full-size bed, trying to fall back asleep, but it was no use. The sound of the rain falling on your window brought calmness but it wasn’t enough to get you to fall back asleep.

Sitting up and leaning on your headboard you extended your arms up above your head as a yawn left your mouth. You tossed your blanket to the other side, setting your feet into your simple cream-colored bunny slipper before you officially left your bed.

As the clean freak that you were, you went ahead and made your bed, making sure it looked presentable just in case you have unexpecting visitor which was rare but wasn’t too rare.

The sound of your kettle went off knowing that your water was ready for your morning cup of tea. Once you finished pouring it into your mug you headed over towards one of the giant windows that overlook the city of Seoul.

You had to admit this was your favorite spot in the world and with this weather you were in love. So there you were sitting near the window ledge in an oversize shirt and pajama shorts looking at the world just reflecting on what life had the offer.

On the other side of town in an apartment was a blonde male who looked to be the age of twenty-one. Sitting in front of the window with a journal in his lap.

Sighing at the weather he just looked down and opened the journal, memories started to come back to him as if the event that was laid out in this book were from yesterday.

“Channie hyung are you looking at the book again?” a young male with apple red hair asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“I just miss her Jeongin, it’s been like what a whole year since I last saw her? And what sucks the most is that I’m back at square one where she doesn’t know who I am,” the blonde haired boy said trying to hold back his tears.

“I know you miss them hyung but you will meet her again soon I know you will,”.

“I’m going to go on a walk Jeongin,” Chan stood up from the chair and walked over the closet by the door. He pulled off his black boots and hoodie, grabbed his keys and left the apartment.

The cold wind on his face felt calming but also made him feel lonelier. He put his hood over his head, popped in his airpods and began to walk in the cold rainy weather.

You on the other hand just lived your life as you did, not knowing what the future would have in store for you, but also learning from your mistakes from your past.

Growing up you moved from place to place due to your mother’s job. You loved it cause as a kid you got to see the world but you missed having a sense of stability. Plus you never were good at making friends so you kept to yourself.

Due to moving, you began to write stories to take your mind off of it but over the time you realized that you had a love for writing. All of the storylines that you wrote felt so real to you as if you actually lived in your stories.

Once you were in University you moved back to your hometown Seoul and are planning to stay until the universe brings you elsewhere. Getting your degree in literature and you couldn’t be more at peace. But you were still lonely, somedays you loved it but other days you felt alone.

Continuing to look outside the rain started to give you some inspiration for a new idea. You went into your room and quickly changed into everyday attire. Grabbed your bag, notebook, as well as an umbrella soon headed out the door.

You walked into your favorite coffee shop and order a simple iced coffee. The shop was busy but your luck was in favor when your favorite spot in the shop was available.

Sitting down and setting your stuff down you looked outside the window you were next to, the rain was still pouring.

Once your coffee was on the table, you put in your airpods and began writing. You were transported to a world of fantasy, the year was 1719 a time where supernatural beings roamed around in hoping to just fit in a have a normal life. Vampires and witches were the most common in the city of Berxley but they were impossible to spot. Chris was a recently turned vampire who was still trying to live his life as a normal human searching for a way to stay with his love forever. He didn’t want to turn her since he didn’t want to cause any physical harm to her but he knew there must be another way to be together. So he made a deal with a young witch to let his love live forever, but instead, he ended up losing her.

The story to you felt so real as if you could understand the pain your main character was feeling, the loneliness.

Chan happened to walk into the same coffee shop, once walking in he looked around and spotted you. He couldn’t believe his eye, after not seeing you for so long he thought he would never see you again.

He noticed how busy the shop was and how there was a chair empty in front of you, so he took his chance and walked up to your table. Lightly he tapped on your shoulder “Hi, do you mind if I sit here,” a tall blonde stranger asked you “there are no empty tables left,” he smiled showing off his dimple.

You had to admit you were taken by surprise, why would someone like him want to sit with someone like you? What did you have that draw him closer to you?

“Um, yeah sure,” you stuttered your words out moving your bag out of the way.

“I’m Chan,” he said extending his hand for a handshake.

Okay now you were really confused at was going on but you look at him and there it was that smile and those dimples. Well, there’s no turning back from what you are about to do.

“I’m y/n,” you shook his hand and a small smile grew on your face.

There it was, the smile that made Chan’s heart beat out of his chest. He wanted to hug you and never let you go but knew that you would find it weird for a complete stranger to be hugging you. But the only that you didn’t know was the two of you weren’t strangers.

“Are you a writer?” Chan asked pointing to your book.

“Yeah, I’m studying literature at the University of Seoul,” you replied looking down and fidgeting with your pencil.

“Can I read some of your work?”.

“Bold move to be asking, how can I be sure that you are not also a writer who going to rip-off my stories?”

“I promise, the only storytelling that I do is through music,” he said leaning towards you and setting his hands on the table.

“Oh, so you write songs?”

“Write, produce, sometimes sings,” he shrugged his shoulder like it wasn’t a bad deal.

Shaking your head you couldn’t believe what you about to do. “Okay, I’ll let you read my stories, but only if you sing me something first,”.

Wow, where was this sudden blast of confident coming from? Normally in a situation where you have to talk to strangers, you barely say a whole sentence. Why was talking to Chan so natural for you?

“Is me singing going to prove anything y/n? Here how about we do this, let me take you out for the rest of the day doing the craziest adventures, and if I convince you that I’m a generally nice human being, am I allow to read your stories?”.

“Okay fine, but you have just a day,” you said closing your notebook and putting it off to the side. “But if you get to read my stories, I should be able to hear you sing?” crossing your hands and leaning back in your chair.

“Deal,” Chan set both of his hands on the table and looked at you with his soft brown eyes “so y/n what are some interesting facts that no one knows?”.

“Oh so we're just going to dive into this okay well, I moved around my entire life due to my mom’s job so I pretty much been around the globe. When I got accepted into university it was a way for me to live a one time for some time”.

“And when did you start writing?” Chan asked setting his hand on his cheek cause he was so happy that he found you again.

“I’m getting there,” you smiled and looked at your notebook. “I think due to moving a ton I began to write about characters who go on different type of adventures like me, I really loved it as a child and here I am studying it,”.

“Oh, where did you move as a child? Maybe our paths have crossed before and we didn’t know it,”.

“Most places in Europe and American,” you said reaching for your coffee. “What about you, what’s your story?”.

Chan really didn’t know what to say, he really can’t blurt out that he was a vampire or that he knew you before.

“I was born and raised in Sydney but I moved to Seoul around the time I was 13 with my mother for her work and my father and two young siblings decided to in Sydney. It was hard being away from my family but they were still young so my parents did want to make them leave all of their friends,”.

“But you had to leave your friends,” you said lowkey feeling sorry for him.

“It’s okay, I went back to Sydney to see them and I made a bunch of friends in I moved here, I consider them to be like family,” he said with a smile on his face thinking about his vampire family.

“Well that’s is good,” you returned a smile to him.

“So do you wanna go on an adventure?” he asked getting out of his seat and held his hand out for you.

“It depends what the adventure is? If we’re going to jump off of buildings I’m going to have to kindly decline that offer,” you looked up at him from your seat.

“Come on, I promise by the end of the day you are going to enjoy today and would totally be down to hanging out with me again,” he raised his eyebrow.

“FINE,” you set your hand in his and smile at him.

Soon the two of you were out the door and on your way on a crazy adventure. The two fo you got onto a bus and it brought you to the Guangdong district. The two of you continued to talk about your interest and goals for life.

Meeting Chan was so crazy cause he would of fit your character Chris if it ever turned into a movie, but you would one hundred percent dye his blonde hair brunette.

“We are here,” Chan said getting up from the bus seat and you followed.

“Chan, where are we going?” you asked looking around. They were many things that one can do in this area but you have no idea what he had in store.

“Well, you wanted to hear me sing right? So we are going to a karaoke room,”.

“That yay, I finally get get to hear you sing and only you sing,”.

"Oh no, y/n you are so joining me for a song or two, there is no one I’m going to be the only one who going to be singing,” he looked at you and then linked you're in the arm with his.

“Chan, I don’t sing,,, like at all,” stopping in the middle of the sidewalk with a look of fear on your face.

“Come on, I think you will be fine,” he said holding the door open for you.

Heading in you have a strange feeling in your stomach. Okay, you can do it you thought to yourself.

“Okay,” Chan walked up to you with the song guide in his hand “we have our room and we have an hour to have fun,”.

“Oh funny,” you said with fear in your eyes.

Once inside the karaoke, you sat down right next to Chan.

Hearing him sing made you feel so warm on the inside. You could really tell that singing was something that he is really passionate about.

“Okay, let’s make a deal, if I can guess your favorite song you have to sing a duet with me,” Chan looked over at you and smile.

“There like over one hundred songs I highly doubt that you will figure out my favorite song,”.

“I think I have you figured out,” he looked at you and then at the screen.

You watched as he scrolled through the list of songs and landed on one by The Beatles. Slowly you moved to the edge of your seat as and then look back at him as he picked your favorite song.

“You don't realize how much I need you, love you all the time and never leave you. Please come on back to me. I'm lonely as can be. I need you,”.

All the memories of this song started to form as you remembered your father singing this to you before you went to bed. It was your favorite part of your bedtime routine and you still play it before you head off to bed.

“Said you had a thing or two to tell me. how was I to know you would upset me?”.

Hearing Chan sing this song made you want to be around him more, it’s like he understood who you are as a person. From the moment you met him you didn’t want to stop having a conversation.

“I didn't realize as I looked in your eyes you told me, oh yes, you told me you don't want my lovin' anymore. that's when it hurt me and feeling like this I just can't go on anymore,”.

He turned to you and had his hand out, you grabbed it and stood up walking close to him.

The microphone was in between the two of you.

Letting out a soft sigh you began to sing that next verses with him.

“Please remember how I feel about you, I could never really live without you so, come on back and see just what you mean to me. I need you”.

Stepping back you felt your heart beating fast, and you felt like you were getting butterflies in your stomach.

It can’t be you weren’t totally not falling for this stranger, but yet you wanted to spend more and more time with him.

“But when you told me, you don't want my lovin' anymore. That's when it hurt me and feeling like this, I just can't go on anymore”.

The way that Chan was singing this song it felt like he too had a strong connection to it.

He looked down at the ground and then again into your eyes as he finished the song.

“Please remember how I feel about you, I could never really live without you. So, come on back and see just what you mean to me. I need you,”.

As the song was ending the two of you were standing you felt so connected to Chan. Your hour was up and both you and chan collected all of your belongings and handed out.

“Let me walk you to your appointment, it’s getting late,” he said holding your hand again.

All you did was smile and nod soon the two of you headed towards the bus stop.

Finding seats was easy since it wasn’t rush hour. Chan was tired and you could tell so you let him have his rest.

During this time you rewrote the story that you come up with in the cafe again. Since your character reminded you so make about Chan you thought it was appropriate to let him read that story. Plus you did promise him that you would let him read your work if you heard him sing and a deal is a deal.

Once you arrived at your stop you gentle woke Chan up and help him off the bus.

He was still in a sleepy state but you didn’t mind as he did look kinda cute.

“Hey sleepy head,” you said running your hand through his soft blonde hair. “We made it to my appointment complex, thank you for an amazing day I truly had a great time,”.

Chan smiled softly as he missed you dearly.

You handed him a slip of paper and headed into your complex.

Chan looked down “I really did have a great time and hope we can do it again, I promised you that you could read one of my stories so here is one of them, enjoy and text me xxx-xxx-xxxx - y/n”.

With a smile on his face he got on the next bus to his apartment, he started to your story and tears come into his eyes. He was surprised at the fact that the story was about the two of you. He knows that when he turned into a vampire it was the hardest time for you and when he made that deal with the witch well that was the worst decision of his life.

“Hey, where have you been?” Jeongin asked once Chan enter the apartment.

“I was out with y/n all day actually, and they remember me, will not me right now but our first life together, god Jeongin I missed them so much and to read that they remember me even if they think our story is a piece of fiction it still makes me happy,” tears started to roll down Chan’s face.

“Hey they at going to remember you and fall for you all over again,” Jeongin walked over to him.

“I miss them so much, today was such an amazing day I’m hoping that we will have another day like today,”.

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okmica · 5 years

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After Image | Bang Chan

i know it's wrong, but i still see you in my head

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a rapper and a vampire share drunk kisses in a bathtub

Pairing: Chan x reader

Genre: Angst, fluff if you squint, do heated makeout sessions count as smut?

Warnings: Alcohol and drug use

Word count: 1,373

Song association/Inspiration: Justin Bieber - Coogie feat. Jay Park

You don’t really know how you two end up in a bathtub; however, you don’t do anything to get out of it. Partly because any physical action seems much too straining in your current intoxicated state, but you also like the way Chan’s left arm wraps around your waist while his right hand rests on your thigh and his lips hover so very close to yours you wish you could stay in this cramped position forever.

Though, you won’t admit the latter part to anyone, even yourself… especially yourself.

“What are you supposed to be anyway?”

His voice brushes your cheek and you feel it trickle down, down, down to the deepest parts of your heart, triggering countless memories.

There was a time when this position was the norm for the two of you. Subtract the bathtub and replace the smell of weed and alcohol with his favorite cologne and you’re back on his apartment couch, snuggling against each other while a random Netflix show is playing somewhere in the background. The ache in your chest is enough to bring a frown to your face.

“A vampire.” You reply a little too loudly, interrupting your flooding thoughts. Your statement replicates a whine, almost sounding like his question brought you the greatest offense.

You can’t really blame him though. The velvet dress and makeshift cape only resemble a vampire if you close your eyes and use your imagination. Your cheap plastic fangs came off some time ago; you just hope you hadn’t swallowed them during the lousy game of beer pong played earlier. You didn’t even bother to add fake blood down the corners of your mouth. You fear that Dracula would be disappointed at your pathetic depiction of his kind.

Though you trusted Minho with your life, you didn’t believe him when he explained that Woojin’s belated New Year’s party was also a costume party. At least half of the party goers had the same doubts, judging by their ordinary attire. You tried to use your skepticism as an excuse not to go, explaining that costume parties were never really “your thing” anyway. Besides, Chan would be there. The last thing you wanted was to ruin the mood. Nonetheless, Minho dragged you into this mess wearing the most ridiculous giraffe costume claiming that there would be way too many people for you to coincidentally bump into your ex.

He was wrong.

You spotted Chan on Woojin’s leather couch with half a blunt between his lips and some stranger sprawled over his lap. Fortunately, you had just downed your fifth beer before walking into the sickening scene. You remember locking eyes with him and exchanging smiles before opening the door closest to you. Maybe that’s how you ended up in the bathroom.

“What are you even supposed to be?” You slur accusingly. Scanning his outfit, once more, you can’t find any great significance to it other than the fact he looks too good to be true. He looks like himself. Black jeans and leather jackets appear often in his wardrobe. What could he possibly be?

“Isn’t it obvious?” He paused for a moment. You don’t know if it was for dramatic effect or it was just the weed that now hit him entirely; you conclude that it’s probably both. “I’m a rapper.”

Instead of formulating a snarky response, you burst out in laughter. The uncontrollable reaction echoes throughout the small room. Your laughter was more so for your incomprehension than for his remark. Chan’s bashful smile becomes hidden when he pushes his face into your neck, suppressing his embarrassment. You wish his lips didn’t feel so perfect pressed against your skin. You assume he heard your prayer, when he lifts his head to look at you, searching for any sign of discomfort.

“I can be a pop star, if you want.” Chan’s voice is strewn with sarcasm. “Your own personal pop star.” His glowing smile drops rapidly as a new thought invades his mind. “No, I hate pop stars. I’ll just be a millionaire instead. How does that sound?”

You answer him by looking at his lips, the nonsense flowing out of his mouth left your focus as fast as it entered, the only thing on your mind is the thought of his lips on yours. He reciprocates that action. You hold your breath.

“Babygirl.” His voice is barely above a whisper, yet that single word is enough to knock down what little inhibitions you had left. “I miss calling you that.”

You creep forward and place your lips on his jaw. His frozen state only brings a smile to your face. You like how you easy it is to make him melt with one small action. His breath hitches when you drag your lips to the familiar spot below his ear. The grip on your thigh tightens when you graze your teeth over his earlobe, slightly tugging the piece of skin. A sound between a moan and a sigh slip out his mouth that rings through your ears melodically.

Motivated by the heat of the moment, you repeat the action, but this time, right above his collarbone. One of your hands is tangled in his thick hair while the other is pulling him closer by his necklace. A whine escapes his mouth when you bite his neck gently. His body jerks and you feel something hard press against your hip.

“A vampire huh.” You can hear his smirk when he says that. His hand trails under the hem of your dress.

Turning his head, Chan takes a moment to study your face, making sure every detail matches the image of the last time he pictured you. Then, he leans down and kisses you. Three months of pent up frustration is released through the passion of his lips. You are cramped in the tiny space, twisted in an awkward angle, and your neck is starting to get sore; yet all you want is more, more, more. Kissing him is hot and heavy, sloppy even, like you forgot what it was like to kiss someone. It’s all tongue and clashing teeth, hands where they aren’t supposed to be, and all restraint banished away.

He tastes like cheap weed and cherry chapstick; you can’t get enough of it.

After, what seems like hours, Chan is the first one to break the kiss. He pulls back breathlessly, his chest heaving and hair tousled. His lips are red and swollen from the heated makeout session. There are various lipstick marks on his neck and around his mouth. You take a moment to admire your masterpiece.

“I want it to be like this forever.” The words push out of your mouth with a mind of their own. Regret instantly floods your system.

You don’t have any idea of what he would do next, but laughter was definitely not one of them.

“What’s so funny?”

“This,” He replies simply. He stops laughing, but a wide smile is still plastered on his face. You can’t tell if it’s genuine or caused by one too many beers.

“Why?”

Instead of answering your question, he cuts off your thoughts with another kiss. This time, it was forceful and stiff, hoping he could distract you from the potentially displeasing conversation.

“Let’s just enjoy the moment while we can, okay?” He doesn’t separate his lips from yours when he says that and you feel him tremble against you.

You open your eyes for a split second, telling yourself it was an accident, but really you just want to see him. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him this close to you. His brow is furrowed and his face is scrunched up so tight you wonder if it hurts. You now register that he wanted to distract himself from the situation to hide the fact that he is broken and upset.

The realization pleases you. A selfish part of yourself is at peace with his crumpled image. It shows you that he feels the same way, that he isn’t ready to let the thought of you go.

“Okay,” you reply. Closing your eyes and drowning out every pestering thought, you draw closer to him, allowing yourself to get lost in his arms one last time.

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