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skzstannie · 4 months

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"Do you want to start over?"

SKZ-> Bang Chan x Reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, exes to lovers wc: ~4,100 cw: arguments, mentions of alcohol and Chan's drunk, use of Y/N (soz, I tried not to), reader’s a university student

summary: a fun night out leads to a much needed confrontation

A/N: Hiii! Some romantic angst for today with Chan. I'm on break for the holidays, so expect lots of fics during the next few weeks!

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"We have got to get out more! This is so fun!" your friend yells over the loud music playing in the bar.

The time reads 12:30 A.M, and as much fun as this is, you can't deny the fact you're getting tired.

"For real, I could go all night!" another one of your friends says, her arms swinging over her head to the beat of the music.

Your eyes widen at that- all night?

"Come on Y/N, dance! You don't even look like you're having fun." They grab your arms, swaying you back and forth.

You let them have their fun for a few more songs, allowing your whole body to feel the music.

The time slips away from you, the rampant atmosphere providing you a distraction from your drowsiness. Your alcohol intake is definitely a factor, as well.

Your phone rings in your pocket, bringing you back to reality. You unlock it to reveal Changbin's name. You haven't heard from him, or any of your ex's other friends, since the breakup. Not that you were expecting to, but it's definitely strange for him to be calling you now.

Figuring it could be an emergency, you excuse yourself from the dance circle your friends have created and step outside to take the call.

"Hello?" you answer, your voice timid.

"Hello? Y/N?" you hear from the other side. He sounds a little out of breath, a hint of panic coming through.

"Yea, Changbin, is everything alright?" you question, your concern growing.

"Um, kinda? I don't know," he responds, sounding distracted. He sounds distant now, like he's pulled the phone away from his ear.

"Where are you? Do you need help?"

"Well, I'm with Chan. We're in the park, just off your university campus. He's refusing to go home until he sees you. He's pretty wasted right now, but I can't get him to come home, so I figured giving you a call was worth a shot."

Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear Chan's slurred words in the background. "Is-is that Y/N? Let me talk to her."

"No, Chan, just sit back down." You hear some shuffling from the other side before Changbin's voice becomes clearer again. "Hello? Are you still there?"

You debate hanging up. This was not supposed to happen tonight. Your friends brought you out to forget about him, not go and see him all desperate and drunk for you. Somewhere in the back of your tipsy mind, you know you want to see him, to touch him one more time.

Your breakup was sad for both you and Chan. You were the one who ended it. It was nothing Chan did; you were just far too stressed with everything you had going on, and you didn't feel like it was fair to Chan. He was always busy with producing, and if he wasn't producing, he was in meetings or hanging with the boys.

You always had class and work, and you felt like you were starting to neglect your studies. With you nearing the end of your degree, entering your senior year a few months prior, that was the last thing you needed.

So, for the sake of both of your education and futures, you broke it off. It was sudden, and you caught him completely off guard with it.

You remember how absolutely heartbroken he sounded, the sounds of his choked up words forever tattooed on your brain. "What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?" He'd grabbed your hands, pulling them close to his chest. His heartbeat was erratic, similar to his breathing, and the tears welled in his eyes so fast you feared they'd spill over before you could even respond.

"I just think it's for the best," you had replied. You were cold and emotionless with it, trying to protect your own heart in the process of breaking his. You never did tell him why you were ending it. You were scared he'd call you ridiculous, saying that that's no reason to breakup, and that he could fix it.

That's not what you had wanted to hear at the time. You felt you were doing the right thing for both of you.

It had been months since then, and your heart never healed. You still loved him, but you were always too embarrassed to reach out. After all, it was your fault. You were the one who broke up with him, not the other way around.

You never heard from any of the other boys either. You knew they were a tight-knit group, so you assumed they hated you. You hated yourself too, in a way. You broke his heart into a million pieces and never even told him why.

You wanted him. You needed him, so so bad. You've been waiting for this moment for months. Sure, maybe you weren't expecting him to be completely wasted, but you couldn't let this opportunity slip. Your friends would be upset, probably tell you it was a bad idea and drag you home. That's why you weren't going to tell them the details.

"Where are you? I'm coming to get him." You hear Changbin's sigh of relief from the other side of the phone as he tells you exactly where they are.

You hang up and send a quick text to your friends who are no doubt still dancing up a storm inside the bar. You're brief with them, telling them something came up and you have to run home. You don't wait for their reply, hurrying off to hopefully fix the biggest mistake of your life.

~ ~ ~

"Y/N, thank God you came. He's been out of his mind for hours now," Changbin tells you as you walk up to them. You see Chan sitting on the park bench beside him, and his head whips up at the sound of your name.

Chan's eyes widen at the sight of you. He jumps up, stumbling a bit, but he's able to regain his balance. He's surprisingly quick in making his way over to you.

You can smell the alcohol on him from a few feet away, but you don't pay it any mind as he throws himself at you, his arms heavily hanging over your shoulders. "Y/N," he slurs, "You're here."

He sighs into your neck, his head leaning to rest on your shoulder. Your arms come up around his waist, holding him up. He's not putting all his weight on you, but you still struggle to keep him upright, his drunken state making it hard for him to stand straight.

You look to Changbin, your arms straining around Chan's body. "What should we do?" you ask him. You're not sure what the rest of Changbin's plan was. You come here to see him, then what? Take him home? Send them back on their way? You're not entirely sure which you'd prefer, to be honest.

"I wanna go home with you," Chan whines in response before Changbin has a chance.

"I don't know, Chan, I don't think-" Changbin is quick to cut you off.

"I'll help him to your place." He walks over to you guys, practically ripping Chan off you. He drapes one of Chan's arms over his shoulders, holding up most of his weight.

You stop and think for a moment.

What are you doing!? You can't bring your ex back home! Your tipsy, and he's absolutely wasted. Even if you were to ever reconcile, you certainly didn't want it to be under these circumstances.

"Changbin, I-"

"Nope, this is your mess, and you know you need to fix it." He starts to drag Chan in the direction of your apartment, Chan letting out incoherent babbles along the way.

You're still stood in the same spot, but you rush to catch up to them.

"Excuse me?" you let out in disbelief.

"You heard me," he sasses back, leaning forward to make eye contact with you around Chan's hanging head. "You know what you did wasn't right, and I know you regret it."

Your jaw drops. How did he know this?

"You can't just assume I've wanted to run back to him all this time," you rebut, draping Chan's other arm over your own shoulders to help him walk a little steadier.

"I'm not assuming anything. Your roommate told me. We know you've been just as much of a wreck as he has been."

You scoff but leave it at that. How could you argue when he knew? He knew that you've been struggling ever since, crying day and night. Embarrassment washes over your body, already planning out the conversation you'll have with your roommate about sharing your personal problems with your ex's best friends.

It's silent for a few minutes. You're nearing your complex now, the light from the streetlights dimming, transitioning into the light from your neighbors' porchlights.

"How much did she tell you?" You ask as the three of you approach your front door.

"Enough to know you need this just as much as he does."

~ ~ ~

You unlock your front door, Chan breaking free from Changbin's hold and stumbling into your apartment. You watch from the foyer as he trips over his own two feet, falling onto the couch. You allow your gaze to travel over to Changbin, assured that Chan will be staying in one spot for at least a few minutes.

"You ok?" he asks, his concern for you showing for the first time that night.

While your roommate never made it known to you, the boys had texted her just days after the breakup, asking what had happened. She had explained your side of things to them, and she made them promise not to tell Chan. She didn't want to meddle in your love life like that. As stupid as she thought you were being, it wasn't her place, or his friend's place, to tell him anything.

They agreed not to tell Chan anything, if and only if she agreed to keep them updated on you.

"I'm fine. Yea, this is fine," you rub your hands over your face, trying get rid of the tiredness surely covering your features.

"I'll text you guys tomorrow afternoon," he says, turning to head back to the front door. You follow him, seeing him out.

He steps outside, turning back around and catching the door before you can close it. "I know we sprung this on you, but don't stress out about it. Just do what feels right," and with that he turns and walks down the stairs, not waiting for your reply.

You slowly the close the door, allowing your back to slide down it. You sit on the floor, your elbows resting on your knees, palms holding your head up.

Your heart races knowing who waits for you in your living room. What do you say? Do you wait until morning to hash it out? That would probably be best, but what if he wants to talk about it now?

Heavy footsteps bring you out of your thoughts. Your eyes snap up from the ground, seeing Chan making his way towards you.

He clumsily settles himself in front of you, crossing his legs as he leans back on his arms, his palms resting flat on the floor behind him.

His eyes are glossed over from the alcohol, a lazy smile gracing his lips. "I've missed you."

Your heart flutters at that. You feel the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach, and you're not entirely sure how to respond. With the exhaustion from your night's activities taking over your body, all you really want to do is go to sleep. Your mind is not in the right space to have a conversation with him right now.

"What do you want me to say, Chan?" you let out a breathy chuckle, your cheeks flushing pink. As tired as you are, his words still have an affect on you.

"Preferably that you've missed me, too."

"This isn't the right time to have this conversation. You're drunk, and I'm tipsy and exhausted. Let's go to bed, and I promise we'll talk about it in the morning," you tell him, rising to your feet. You reach a hand out to him, offering him help to stand.

His face morphs into a pout, and he holds out his pinky towards you from his spot on the floor. "Promise?" his voice wobbles, tears springing into his eyes. He'd always been an emotional drunk, his vulnerable side surfacing at the mere sight of alcohol.

Pinky promises had always been your thing when you were together. Until this day, neither of you had ever broken one. It was honestly a really important part of your relationship. Your plans would fall through sometimes, or somebody would forget to pick up dinner, but if you guys pinky promised, you knew you could fully trust them. Him remembering this in his drunken state does something to your insides, pulling on your heart strings a bit.

You hesitate, taking your lip in between your teeth, but eventually latch your pinky onto his.

"Pinky promise."

~ ~ ~

"Alright, here's a couple blankets and a pillow. The T.V. remote is right there, and I'll get you a glass of water and some ibuprofen for the morning. Anything else?" You set the bedding onto the couch, smoothing out the sheet you had laid there beforehand.

"Hmmm," he hums, bringing his finger up to his lips, portraying a very exaggerated thinking face. "Will you stay with me?" He tilts his head at you, patting the spot beside him.

"I will not. I will be sleeping in my own bed."

He pouts at that, and you quickly turn away, fearing you won't be able to hold strong if you look at him much longer.

You get ready for bed, making your way around your apartment turning all the lights off. You flip the lights out in the living room, the television providing a soft glow to it's surroundings.

"Goodnight Chan, sleep well." You wait a few seconds for a reply, but all you hear in return is his heavy breathing, small snores escaping his lips every now and again.

~ ~ ~

You're awakened from your slumber at the sound of your door creaking open. Your head jumps off your pillow, abruptly sitting up in bed.

You let your defenses down upon seeing Chan's face, slightly puffy with sleep.

"Do you need something?" you ask softly. You glance beside you at your alarm clock.

4:43 A.M. Way too early to get up.

He doesn't respond, the only noise in the room coming from the sounds of his socks shuffling against your soft carpet. He makes his way to the side of your bed, looking down at you sleepily.

"Chan, go back to bed. It's too early." You roll back over, too tired to play any games so early in the morning.

It's silent for a moment, and you almost allow yourself to fall back to sleep, but you jolt at the feeling of your bedding dipping behind you. Chan pushes up against your back, moving you further away from the edge of the bed.

He slides underneath the covers behind you, his strong arm coming up to wrap around your middle, pulling you closer to him.

He's incredibly warm, and you can't help but cuddle into him further, feeding off the heat his body is providing you.

He lets out a long sigh, his breath blowing up against the back of your head.

You lay there, stiff as a board. Your mind wanders to all the nights spent like this when you were together. How nice it always felt to lay in his arms, comforted and safe. You breathe deeply, inhaling his woodsy scent you've missed all those months.

His breathing has slowed and evened by this point, and you're sure he's fallen back asleep. You do the same just minutes later, unable to resist the invisible pull of your eyelids, shutting them and allowing you to fall asleep once again.

~ ~ ~

You're eyes open and you're met with the bright sunrays coming through your window, making you squint. You feel around behind, the warm body next to you nowhere to be seen, leaving nothing but the cold sheets in his place.

You jump out of bed, scared he may have run off early in the morning. Scrambling, you throw on a hoodie from your floor and hurry out your bedroom door, rushing towards the living room.

You stop in your tracks when you get there, seeing him sitting on your couch, legs crossed over each other on your coffee table.

You stand there another few moments, waiting for him to see you. He turns his body, "Are you just gonna stand there?" he asks, the teasing evident in his voice.

You don't know what to make of all this. He should hate you. He should've left as soon as he felt well enough this morning. You broke his heart for God's sake. You broke his heart into a million pieces, and never even tried to put them back together.

You slowly make your way over to him, sitting beside him on your couch, making sure to leave a safe amount of distance between the two of you.

"Sooo..." you start as he clears his throat. You both laugh, the awkward tension slowly melting.

"You go first," you tell him. You weren't really sure what you were going to say anyway.

"I apologize for last night. From making Changbin call you, to making you take me home, to getting in your bed in the middle of the night. I'm sorry if I crossed boundaries, I mean, I'm sure I did," he looks to you for assurance that it's ok if he keeps going.

You give him a small shoulder shrug. You don't know if he really did cross any boundaries. He obviously didn't make you take him home. If you really didn't want him here, you would've told Changbin yesterday. As persistent as he seemed last night, you know he wouldn't have pushed that hard if you were truly uncomfortable.

"It's ok. I answered the phone call, I brought you here, and I let you in my bed. This goes both ways, and if I wasn't comfortable with it, I wouldn't have let it happen."

His eyes soften at this, his shoulders releasing the visible tension he's been holding there all morning. "Ok, good." He hesitates for a moment, wringing his hands in his lap. "I guess, I just wanna know why, ya know? Why did you end things the way you did?" His eyes meet yours, and it's hard for you to decipher the emotion behind them. Anger, sadness, regret- you're not sure. You're pretty sure they're all present to some degree.

You pretend to think, although you know in your heart you don't have to. You know exactly why you ended; if only you'd let him in on it a little sooner, it probably would've saved him a lot of heartache.

"I was overwhelmed," you pause for a moment, and he nods his head, encouraging you to keep going. "I had so much going on, school was hectic, my job had my head all over the place, and I felt like what I had left to give you just wasn't enough."

He doesn't say anything for a few moments, his eyes glued to his hands. "You could've just talked to me about it. I would've understood, and we could've figured it out." His voice comes out weak, like I've struck a nerve that was never meant to be touched, let alone toyed with and tore.

"That was exactly what I was scared of. I really thought that what I was doing was what was best for both of us."

"You don't get to make that call, Y/N," his words come out strong, his eyes finally meeting yours. "I loved you, and I still love you," he scoffs, "Can you believe that? After all the hell you put me through, I still love you." He gets up from the couch and begins to lightly pace in front of the T.V.

He runs hands through his hair, brushing it back from his eyes. Tears well up in yours, and you quickly wipe them before they even get the chance to fall. You don't deserve to cry. You did this to him.

"I'm so sorry," you choke out. "I regret it. I regret it all. I can't imagine how much I hurt you, but I know I did, deeply. I want to make sure you know that it wasn't easy for me, either. I haven't been myself all these months. I stopped going to my classes, and last night was the first night I'd gone out in months."

He stops his pacing, standing right in front of you. He just stares, and your emotions run wild when you can't decipher how he's feeling.

"I'm so sorry," the tears you tried to keep at bay flow freely down your face now, "If I'd have known what it would do to both of us, I would never have done it. It was a stupid, spur of the moment decision, and I felt like I had control. If I had the control, everything would be ok," your words break through your sobs, "but it wasn't ok, and I'm so, so sorry!" Your hands cover your eyes, your head bowing to your knees to hide your grief-stricken face.

He still stands there, in the same spot, just staring. You're too overwhelmed by your own guilt to notice him moving closer to you at a feverish pace.

He rips your hands from your face, pulling your wrist until you're standing in front of him. He forcefully grabs your jaw, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is short, but you've never known such passion could be passed on through a kiss.

All the pent up anxiety and guilt melts between the two of you, your emotions mixing together like sugar and water, dissolving between the two of you until they're one.

He pulls back, his breathing quick. "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

You look at him, shock prominent on your face. "How can you do this?"

His eyes widen, scared he's crossed the line yet again. "What?" he stutters.

"Why don't you hate me? I expected you to yell at me, maybe even call me a few names. Why are you standing in my living room kissing me like all this never happened?"

"I could never hate you," his fingers run along your jaw before settling softly on your cheek. "As much as I’ve wanted to these last few months, just to help myself get over you, I could never. I've been going crazy without you."

"How could you forgive me, just like that?" You're confusion seeps through your tone.

"Because you're perfect. We all make mistakes, and I've had months to deal with this one. Now, knowing why you did it makes it all the easier."

You still just stare at him, almost expecting him to say "Just kidding", laugh in your face, and run out the door.

But he doesn't. He's still standing in front of you, holding your face so gently that you can barely feel his calloused hand, his fingers gently caressing your cheek.

"I know this is a lot, and maybe I'm crazy, but do you want to start over?"

Your confusion becomes more evident, your brows furrowing lightly.

"Let's redo all our firsts. Our first date, our first kiss, our first 'I love you'. I'm willing to move past this if you are."

His eyes are filled with hope, sparkling in the light coming in from the window.

"I don't know Chan..." you trail off, "I'm not sure I can ever forgive myself. I hate what I did to you, and I've hated myself ever since because of it. I don't know how to come to terms with your forgiveness when I don't deserve it."

"We can work through it together. I will be there with you every step of the way. I promise, pinky promise," he's persistent, his pinky reaching out towards yours.

You stare at his hand, remembering how nicely your hands fit together. That's how everything feels with Chan. Your body has always fit perfectly with his, your personalities meshing like nothing you've ever experienced before.

"So what do you say?" your gaze raises until it meets his, and you realize you'll never be able to say no to those eyes. "Will you go on a date with me?" His smile widens, his pearly teeth on full display.

"I think- I think I'd like that a lot."

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 1 month

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‘thank you’

he slowly ran his fingers through your hair, gently scratching at your scalp. it sent tingles all over your body and you couldn’t help but close your eyes. you cuddled closer to him, your arm across his middle, your legs intertwined. you were so close, so close in fact that if someone were to look in on you, they may not be able to tell where you ended and he began. but it was not close enough. it would never be close enough. his skin was warm and soft against yours. his fingers moved from your scalp to the shell of your ear, tracing it gently with his fingertips. you hummed in response, nuzzling your face farther into his chest. trying yet again and failing to get even closer to him. his fingers moved down your neck and grazed across your bare shoulder blades. goosebumps erupted across your skin. he gently reached and pulled the cover around your body, tucking it under you, making sure you were completely covered and cozy. you took a deep breath, his scent filling your nose, your heart bursting at the seams. you could hear the steady beat of his heart, the slow rhythmic sound of his breathing, the soft sound of his lips as he pressed them to the top of your head. your body slowly fell limp as you slipped into unconsciousness, but not before you heard him whisper: ‘i love you.. the most. thank you for being here with me. thank you for being you. for always being by my side. my sweet, perfect, beautiful girl.’

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sanakimohara · 3 months

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Professional Boxer/Kickboxer Bang Chan who becomes a little too interested in one of his fans (who just so happens to be one of his personal trainer’s little stepsister). When Chan finds out how much of a ‘fan’ she really is he starts to manipulate her for ‘attention’ and using her as ‘stress relief’ but slowly falls for her at the same time…..🖤 should I write this lil angsty smut or no?

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ateezthings · 9 months

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Exhaustion

Pairing: boyfriend!chan x f!reader (use of babygirl cz it's chan)

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

Warning: exhausting job, tears

I'm in my Chan brain rot era, you're welcome

It's been a horrible day at work. No time to breathe, new projects and campaigns were thrown at you left, right and center. You didn't even have time to eat lunch, and that's saying something. So when you opened the door to your shared apartment with Chan, exhaustion hit you like a brick and your knees gave out slowly, making you slide down the closed front door.

"Baby?" Your boyfriend called through the apartment.

But you were too exhausted and overwhelmed to respond. So you stood sat there, hands hiding your face.

Until you felt a warm hand on your upper arm.

"Babygirl, what's wrong, are you okay?" The worry was obvious in Chan's voice.

The only thing you could do was shake your head no. The stress of all the responsibility at work weighing heavy on your shoulders. A few tears ran down your face.

Next thing you knew, Chan put his hands on your cheeks to lift your head and put his forehead on yours. He looked deep into your eyes. For the first time today you felt understood without either of you saying a word. Chan softly moved his thumbs across your cheeks.

"I think you need some cuddles" And with that he scooped you up on his arms bridal style and carried you to the couch. He turned around to let himself plop onto it first, so you'd fall onto him and he could engulf you in a big warm hug.

As you were lying on top of him you could hear his heart beat steady. It was something you could focus your breatjing on. The warmth from his skin started to melt away the stress and worry on your face.

You started to feel very sleepy after a few minutes but you didnt fight it. Chan was there, he was there to protect you, always.

As you drifted off to sleep Chan pressed a short kiss on your forehead.

"It's all going to be okay, my love."

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kpoppwriter · 2 years

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An Apology - Locked Out

❧ Genre: hurt/comfort

❧ Words: 360

❧ Warnings: mentions of arguing

❧ A/N: I’m in Bang Chan brainrot rn

~※ An Apology - Masterlist ※~

“Y/N lets talk about this-”

“No, Chan I’m done talking.”

You stormed into your shared bedroom and slammed the door shut. Before Chan got the chance to come open the door, you locked it.

“Come on, open the door Y/N.”

You were silent just staring at the closed door. You heard Chan sigh followed by a soft thud on the door.

“I’ll be out here when you’re ready to talk,” he said softly

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You could feel angry tears pricking the corners of your eyes but you quickly wiped them away. You plopped down on the floor facing the door. You pulled your knees up to your chest. You just needed a moment to yourself.

~~~

You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep until you woke up. You slept for a couple hours. You didn’t mean to fall asleep -- you only meant to stay in the bedroom for a few minutes. You quickly remembered that Chan had ben waiting for you this whole time. You hoped you hadn’t scared him with how long you were held up in a locked room. You got up from the floor and unlocked the door. When you opened it, you were met with a half awake Chan who had been resting against the door. He almost fell onto the floor but he woke up just enough to keep from falling. He quickly shot up when he saw you standing in the open doorway.

“Were you sitting there this whole time?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled shyly, “I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

Your heart melted at his words. You snaked your arms around his torso and buried your face in his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around your frame keeping you close to him.

“I’m sorry I locked you out,” you mumbled into his shirt, “I just needed to step away for a bit.”

“I understand, love. Just don’t lock yourself away. You had me worried.”

“I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“It’s okay,” he kissed your temple, “How about we go sit down and talk a bit.”

You nodded letting Chan lead you towards the living room.

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minhosimthings · 6 months

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Fault

Prompt by @banghyunchanji : Imagine when Chan finds out that your manager is making you perform the day after you have a miscarriage.

Pairings - Idol!Husband!Chan × Soloist!Fem!Wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, reader has a miscarriage, angst with a shit ton of comfort, mentions of food, chan has a nightmare

A/N: saw this one gif and I just had to write it! I don't like the way I wrote the ending much but I think this was my favorite descriptions to write. Thank you to @banghyunchanji for the prompt! I hope all of you like it.

"Channie-" you gasped for air. The lilac painted room, your favourite colour, seemed to be whirling around and you swore you could see the moon dancing up in the sky through the magnificent windows. Why was the moon shining tonight? Why were the city lights still turned on? Why were the buildings still stinking of coffee? Why wouldn't the world stop for you?

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"Channie- I-Im-" Chan immediately pulled you into his chest, engulfing you in a warm comforting fire, as all the crystals you've held in your eyes started coming out. Chan felt the fabric of his shirt getting wetter and wetter, but he couldn't care less. His eyes were bloodshot, illuminating his dark circles, from all the days you got him back home at midnight from the studio.

"Shh princess. Shh, it's alright it's alright." Chan rubbed circles on your wrist, always a way of calming you down, "I'm here. I'm here." He tried to keep his voice from cracking.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Your voice tried to be stable, and your soul tried to stop itself from bleeding. Chan's heart broke into a more than a million pieces, probably enough to scatter the entire world. "Baby no~" he shushed you, his voice as warm as a freshly baked pecan pie, your favourite wasn't it? "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's. No shhh don't cry baby, you're still very weak." He held you tighter, as your tears dried up, "you'll only get weaker. Have some water, come on."

Chan got you up slowly, hands resting on your waist, trying not to float over to your stomach, where stitches lie, tightly packed, but still bleeding gold. He pressed a glass of water to your lips, gently lifting it, so that your throat could get a drop of hydration.

"thank you." You whispered, laying back down on the bed. Chan smiled gently at you, a weak attempt at calming you down. You could see the rotten pain in his smile, his dimple shining less than it usually did. "It's alright." He mumbled into your ear, as you wrapped your arms around him, as he spoke a lie which would perhaps become a disguised truth, "Everything's gonna be alright."

The next day

"Alright Mrs Bang," the doctor clapped her hands together, rearranging her stethoscope around her bruised neck, "Your tests are looking good. I think you're free to go home today! But please-" she turned to Chan, who had his hand wrapped around your shoulder, "-make sure she doesn't do any physical activity. I know, her being a top class soloist is hard, but she absolutely cannot do any physical activity until her next checkup." Chan smiled gently at the doctor and shook her hand bracingly. "Thank you Dr Yang. And I'll make sure she doesn't even move a limb until you say so." Dr Yang laughed heartily and moved out the door, chan following behind her, while a nurse removed all the saline bottles hooked up to your veins. "Thank you." You said, as she threw all the bottles into the bin. She looked like a warm presence, with her hair tied into a bun, exactly how your mother used to do it. "It's alright." She fidgeted with her fingers. She mus'nt have been older than you, probably three or two years younger. "Uh Ma'am?" She approached, "I know it's insensitive to ask you in such times like this. B-but-" she looked down at the floor, "my little girl, she's 15 and she really loves your songs a-and her birthday is coming up and I saved up enough to buy her one of your albums." Your heart warmed at her words, distracting you from what happened the night before. "It really would mean the world to me if you could sign the pc. I would love to see her this weekend, since we haven't been talking much." You smiled at her and took the pc she offered you. You traced the frame of the pc and laughed at your younger self posing for the photo, dressed in a tube top that would barely fit you now. "Here you go." You handed the pen and the pc back to the nurse. "May I ask, you seem so young to have a child? Were you-" you lingered in the last words as the nurse smiled again. "Got pregnant when I was 16." She let out a chuckle. "Couldn't let my baby go, so I endured it for nine months, and now she lives with another family. I visit her from time to time to give her gifts and remind her I still exist. She's started calling me mom now!" Your heart engulfed in flames hearing the nurse's words. The excitement with which she talked about her daughter was so melodious to you, like hearing one of Chan's songs before the rest of the kids did. It was like that word you read once what was it what was it? Ukiyo! The Japanese word. To be unbothered by the duties of life, when your heart tells you to. A beautiful word, you thought. Languages really are pretty, more prettier when you notice for the first time, that you weren't alone.

"Baby can I lie down on the bed for a minute?" You had finally reached home after what seemed like the longest drive of your life. It felt lonely, to have nothing in your arms instead of having a crying baby. You didn't mention a word of it to Chan. True, letting go is easier than keeping it in, but as you looked at his bloodshot eyes and remembered Minho telling you in secret about how much your husband wept, you decided to keep it in just a little bit.

"Sure darling." Chan guided you slowly to the bedroom, his arms holding you so tight yet so fragile, "I'll wake you up when you need to eat alright?" He kissed your forehead as you hummed in response, drifting off into peacefully troubled sleep.

"Ahh fuck." You groaned as you woke up. You checked the time on your phone. It hadn't even been fifteen minutes since you slept. You decided that it was best to wake up and go outside to your husband, instead of laying in bed with your pillow giving you the worst ideas.

"Ch-channie?" You voiced out, nervously stepping into the kitchen. You couldn't see a broad shouldered figure clad in black anywhere in the kitchen, so you gave up your search there and instead strolled over to the living room.

There he was. Dozing off on the sofa, without a blanket. You smiled at him gently shivering every now and then. You could hear him muttering something in his sleep.

"No- not- fault", he kept muttering, "ocean-give the". He started shivering a little more violently, and you could see his fingers start to fidget. You sighed and went over to his sleeping figure, and upon closer inspection you saw that his eyes were twitching uncontrollably.

"Baby?" You shook him gently, to which he groaned but still didn't open his eyes. "Channie wake up." You shook him more harshly this time. "Wh-what?" He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes and blinking up at you, as he usually did on the rare times that he fell asleep. "Baby were you having a nightmare?" You plopped down next to him on the couch and wrapped a blanket around both of you. As if it was a natural response, Chan wrapped his arms around you and buried his head into your neck. "Just had a dream about the ocean." He mumbled into your neck. "Alright Mr Huggabear." You chuckled, feeling his breath on your neck, "How about we order something hmm?" Chan nodded, still not removing himself from the crook of your neck.

You picked up your phone and quietly tapped your fingers on it, ordering all of Chan's favourites, without him knowing, as he was still deep in your neck. "I'll pay." You heard him mumble, trying to stifle a yawn. "It's alright baby." You stroked his curly hair, "I already paid so you don't hav-"

The sound of the bell echoing through your house slightly startled you. Was the delivery man already here? That was certainly quick, you thought as you decided to give the delivery man a tip for his speed.

"I'll go darling. You sit." Chan finally got up, rubbing his eyes. You smiled up at Chan and got up anyways to turn the tv on, switching to the last episode of Hannibal.

"Uh baby?" You heard Chan call your name from across the house, "Paul's here!"

Paul was one of your many managers, the main one you could say. And yes, only ONE of your many managers, because a world class soloist has got to have atleast a hundred of them right?

"Hey Y/N!" Paul walked in casually, followed by some members of staff. You felt slightly uncomfortable having so many people in your house, but like a good Samaritan, you kept it in. Chan followed behind.

"Nice of you to drop in Paul." Chan smiled, "Please do sit down." Paul plopped down on the sofa opposite you as Chan sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "What can we do for you Paul?" You smiled gently. Paul brushed a hair out of his face and pulled out a paper, giving it to you. "So I got the schedule for your shows." Paul smiled brightly, "Tomorrow you'll be performing in Busan and for the next month-" "I'm sorry can we pause for a moment?" Chan's stern voice shut Paul up. "She can't perform." He took the paper from your hands, and gave it back to Paul, "She's on maternal leave you know that right?" Chan eyebrows were furrowed and anger was starting to creep up to his face. You put your hand on his, a weak attempt to calm him down.

"Now now-" Paul laughed awkwardly, "no need to get angry Mr Banhg. But this is entirely Y/N's buisness not yours." "Excuse me?"

You felt Chan visibly shake beside you. "Channie-" you whispered, in a vain attempt to calm him down. "This is my buisness, she's my wife incase you didn't know. And she just had a miscarriage, so could you atleast pretend to be sympathetic, you fucking Asshole?" Flames seemed to erupting from Chan, as Paul scoffed, looking offended. "Mr Bangh I really suggest you not use such language." "And I suggest you leave right now." Chan fired back, as you watched the scene unfold, not being able to do anything, "Tell PD Nim that she cannot perform and whe most certainly will not."

"Mr Bangh." Paul started, but Chan was quicker in his words. "Nothing you say will convince me to let her go so please I suggest you leave."

"Whatever." Paul scoffed, getting up along with the rest of the staff and swinging his bad over his shoulder. "When she loses her fans because of her laziness, don't tell me I didn't tell you so." You could have punched Paul right then and there and you were going to if Chan hadn't gotten to him quicker. The glass vase on the round table fell off and shattered noisily as Chan slammed Paul into a wall. You heard gasps from the rest of the staff members and you rushed over to Chan, holding him by his arm and whispering "let him go Channie he's not worth our time" into his ear. Chan begrudgingly let go of Paul who adjusted his collar quickly and scampered out the door, along with the staff. "Hey!" Chan called out to the last staff member who was about to leave. She turned around quickly and bowed to Chan. "Tell JYP that Y/N will be on a hiatus for the next three months and Bang Chan from Stray Kids will also be on hiatus for very related reasons. Put emphasis on the related. Got it?" The girl nodded frantically and rushed out the door.

"Chan" you sighed heavily, "Alright that slamming into the wall was hot, but what was the hiatus about?" Chan meekly smiled up at you, a total contrast to how he was five minutes ago. "You're not going anywhere nor are you doing anything related to performing in three months. You're staying at home and I'm feeding you chocolate and hugs and kisses until you die." You laughed heartily and plopped down onto the couch, getting the food that had magically appeared at the doorstep.

"I love you Channie." You rested your head on his shoulder, leaning into his warmth. "I love you too babygirl." Chan kissed your forehead, "More than you could ever know."

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shuniverse · 11 months

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don’t talk ,, b.c

🧷 requested by anon !! hope I did ur ask justice 🫶 also, requested tag for @mimussyy !!

🎐 family issues and angst ;; lots of cursing/swearing ;; hurt/comfort ;;

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“baby you should really try talking to em again.”

he refers to your family, with whom you haven’t spoken to in ages.

your mother, especially.

as a child, and as an adolescent, your mother was never someone you turned to.

always shunning you, turning you away when you need help with something, any sort of guidance.

but when she did give you attention? it was always to degrade you, tell you you’re clothes, hair, interests, the things you wished to pursue in life, that they were all stupid and ridiculous, that they would never get anywhere in life.

you didn’t think of them again until you saw a post your mother made of your parents on a trip with your siblings. it had filled you with a sense of jealousy and sadness, which your ever so observant boyfriend noticed.

“chris.. you know how they treated me. they made me not wanna LIVE. I can’t exactly forgive all they did.”

“baby girl, I know they’re bad, but maybe they’ve matured now, maybe now that they see how successful you are, maybe they’ll understand, and want to rekindle the relationship.”

you sigh, looking up at your boyfriend from where he’s standing next to you on your barstool. “channie, I don’t think that’s such a good idea..”

he pouts slightly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “c’mon baby, please? for me? and hey, I’ll be here if it goes south, alright?”

you lean your head on his, and he plants a kiss on your cheek.

“alright,” you start, much to your internal protest, “I’ll do it.”

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much to your surprise, you find yourself in your car on your way to your parents home.

you groan to yourself. that handsome guy you call your boyfriend is sure as hell lucky you love him.

stopping in a parking spot close to his house, you throw your head back against the headrest with a thunk.

I’m really doing this.

jesus, chan. you’re one pretty guy. lucky for you.

you huff, undo your seatbelt, grab your bag and keys, and get out of the car, and walk the longer-than-you-thought distance to the front door.

with what feels like sloth speed, you move your finger to the doorbell.

you wait, until finally, after what feels like ages, your father opens the door.

he gives a small smile.

you give a nervous smile in return, and a small wave. “hey dad.”

“hey, kid. long time no see.”

he opens the door wider, to let you in.

you chuckle. “yeah, been a while, hasn’t it?”

your father gives a short laugh, and you stop as you see your mother in the kitchen, seeming to make good. she hasn’t noticed you yet, as if she ever wanted to.

but you set your past aside for the time being, and walk to the kitchen island.

you take a deep breath, and speak to the woman who made your life feel like hell for 17 years for the first time in three years.

“hey, mom.”

she halts her hand chopping on the board, and turns to look at you, her eyes widening.

“oh.. hey, hun.”

you share a stare at each other for what feels like eternity, before your father snaps you out of your state.

“hey, uh, we got snacks ready. you want some snacks kiddo?”

you nod, looking at your father with a small smile.

you sit together on the couch, making small talk and watching tv while munching on some snacks.

until, you feel the mood ruin.

your mother steps into the room, holding bowls of pasta.

macaroni to be specific.

fuck. that’s your favorite.

she hands you a bowl with a tight lipped smile, and hands a bowl to your father with an accompanied kiss to his head.

she sits in between the two of you to eat her own noodles.

it’s awkward silence now, neither one of you knowing what to say.

until your mother opens her mouth.

“so, uh, how are you, hun?”

you turn to look at her. “I’m fine, mom.”

“how, uh.. has your life been? what do you do?”

“well, I have a boyfriend and we’ve been together for four years, I’m working in the art industry and making good money, and-“

“art? see, I told you that wouldn’t get anywhere.”

god. not even a minute in?

“it’s getting me places, mom, and I said I’m making good money, my boyfriend makes good money too and he’s actually the leader of a band-“

she cuts you off with a laugh. “a band? huh, never knew you went for downgrades.”

this only fueled your anger. you couldn’t help but raise your voice. “mom, he’s anything but a downgrade. he takes care of me, he’s super sweet and probably the most handsome and caring guy I’ve ever known.”

she scoffs. “I bet it’s just so he can fuck you, that’s all guys want. especially from sluts.”

your eyes widen. “what the fuck did you call me?”

your dad looks at you wearily. “kid..”

“no!” you practically yell, and swivel your attention back to your mother. “god you are such a bitch. you were NEVER there for me, you always degraded my shit, you NEVER made me feel welcome in my own fucking home. I never felt like I could talk to you, but you expected so much from me. why? so you could use me as a slave? as someone to lean your troubles on? that I never fucking wanted? I knew coming here was a bad idea. you just can’t keep your damn mouth shut about me can you?”

she gawps at you, before standing up and huffing. “I don’t see what the problem is. we both know you’ll end up coming back in the end, you’ve always needed me, you’ve never been one to cut people off.”

“like you know! you were never fucking there for me! y’know what? fuck you. fuck you and your bullshit words when we know full well that I’m more successful than you, that I don’t fucking need you. I’m so done with this, im so done with YOU.”

“you don’t mean that.”

“yes, I fucking do. fuck you mom. dad?”

he looks at you, not knowing what to say.

“I advise divorcing her before it’s too late.”

and with that, you give your mom one final look, before stomping towards the front door, grabbing your shit and getting ready to leave, before you feel a hand grip your arm, you turn your head.

it’s your mother.

“if you leave, you’re never coming back.”

“good. have a nice life, bitch.”

you release your arm from her grip, and walk out the front door, and slam it shut, walking to your car and immediately pulling out and driving home.

on the way there, your rage turns to stress, and tears start slowly streaming down your face.

as soon as you pull into the parking lot of your apartment, you trudge up your stairs and barge through the door, making your boyfriend flinch from his spot on the couch.

“oh hey love what’s-“ as soon as he sees you with tears falling down your face, he gives a sympathetic smile and stands up, opening his arms. “c’mere princess.”

you rush into his arms, practically jumping on him, and he sits down, holding you in his arms as you sob into his neck.

he sighs sadly, kissing your neck as your body wracks itself with sobs and cries.

he runs his fingers through your hair, and finally, after what feels like forever, you lift your head up, and sniffle.

chan gives you a sad smile, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. “baby.. what happened?”

you pout, holding onto his forearm as you recall what happened. he listens to your words intently, leaving kisses on your hand as he watches you with kind eyes.

he sighs once more. “my love, I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have made you go see them.”

you shake your head. “it’s ok, it’s not like you knew my own mother would call me a slut.”

he gives a sad pout. “why would she even call you that?”

“well, I told her about you and how great you are, and she basically said I was only with you for sex, especially sluts, gesturing towards me.”

“aw, baby I bet she’s just jealous you have better and more sex than she does.”

you giggle. “yea, bet she’s mad you’re hot and dick me down like she’s never felt.”

he shakes his head, gently rubbing your waist. “you’re silly, baby girl.”

you kiss his forehead. “so are you, channie.”

he gently cups your face, and you lean forward as he catches your lips in a gentle kiss, and you lovingly sigh, wrapping your arms around him.

he pulls away after a bit. “my pretty baby.”

you giggle again, kissing his nose. “can we take a shower, channie? I’m tired.”

he kisses your shoulder. “of course, baby girl.”

he stands up, holding you as he walks to the bathroom.

you sigh against his shoulder.

he may be a lucky guy, but you’re even luckier.

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AHHH THIS TOOK ME SO LONG AGDHHDHE

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axel-skz · 10 months

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Gone

A/N: a spontaneous story! I’m half asleep rn :)))))))))) song roulette gives us Easy for this fic.

He had been working non stop and so you decided to go to his studio. He’d keep working and you wouldn’t distract him or bother him, just be there. You also took some food so he would have something to eat. Knowing him, he probably hadn’t eaten very much.

It took you a while and almost getting splashed by a bus to get there but it was worth it. Even just to sit in a room with him and watch him work.

You went inside the Jyp building and went up to his studio. You knocked on his door but no one answered so you let yourself in. He had his headphones on and he was writing something.

You put your stuff down on a side table and went over to where he was sat. You tapped his shoulder and he jumped. He turned and saw you, he looked angry. ‘What are you doing here?’ He said while taking off his headphones.

‘I was missing you so I thought I’d bring you some food and just hangout. I’ll be on the couch while you work and I won’t bother you at-’

‘You’re already bothering me right now. I had a melody in my head and now I’ve forgotten it because of you,’ your face dropped and any happy emotion was now gone.

‘I’m sorry…’

‘Sorry doesn’t bring back my melody, does it? Can you just go? I can’t deal with you constantly clinging to me,’ he turned to look at his notebook again.

Your face stood still for a couple moments before you turned to quietly get your things. You left the food there. Eventually he would realise and eat it. Or drown in it, you didn’t really care.

You didn’t say anything as you quickly made your way out of the building. You hadn’t realised you had left your coat but it was too late to go get it. It was cold but you would rather deal with this then deal with Chan.

You walked home, shivering. When you got inside your apartment and locked the door, you checked your phone. Brilliant. He didn’t even care to apologise. You left your key in the lock so he wouldn’t be able to unlock the door if he came over.

Over the next couple days, you got sick.

Another problem was, you couldn’t take time off work so you went in. You spent the time off, wallowing in self pity. Crying and hating life for being so cruel. Always picking on you.

Didn’t help with your cold though and today, it was too bad. There was no way you could go into work.

You looked at the million notifications from Chan as you unlocked your phone to call your coworker. After that, you were scrolling through your notifications when you accidentally clicked on a miss call. Your phone automatically called him back.

Your heart raced as you dropped the call as fast as you could.

He didn’t call back. No texts or anything. It broke your heart and you cried. You felt like the pain would swallow you up and never stop reminding you about how he didn’t care.

You almost didn’t hear it when there was a knock on your door. You hobbled over and asked who it was. It was the doorman to your building.

You opened your door because you were awfully confused about why he was here. The purpose of him knocking though was clear when you opened the door. Chan was stood next to him.

You closed the door quickly but Chan stuck his hand in and stopped it closing.

That was gonna hurt.

He thanked the doorman and picked up the bags you didn’t notice were sat next to the outside of your door. Then he came in.

You shut the door behind you and you coughed as you turned around to see him. Although you were even half way turned when he had engulfed you in a soul crushing hug.

He was crying as he apologised over and over again for how stupid he was. You cried too. You couldn’t help it. You were weak and everything hurt but the only person you wanted to be with was here. Despite everything, you missed him.

He had brought presents for you but he hadn’t known you were sick which made him even more sad.

‘How could you not tell me?’ He weeped.

‘You were mean to me! I’m tired and everything hurts, I wasn’t about to go to you so you could hurt me even more!’ You weeped back.

He spent the next couple days looking after you and doing his best to show you that you were the best thing in his life. You told him not to be close to you because he would get sick too but he didn’t care. You guys cuddled and watched movies. You felt warm and cared for.

‘I love you more then the entire universe and I’m sorry I hurt you for even a second.’

Chan: for once, she isn’t torturing me so please like and reblog!

I am nice to you!

Chan: you have a horrible track record ok, sush.

Fair… I’d like to apologise now.

Chan: No, Thank you.

No, ok, fine 🥹

Chan laughs: you don’t have to, I already forgive you.

🫶🏻 short king, Thank you 🫶🏻

Seungmin in the distance: Bang chan is so old.

Bang chan sulks off: I’m retiring. Leave me alone.

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agi-ppangx · 5 months

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warning: meltdown/depressive episode

“what is it?” chan’s voice was quiet as he intently watched you trying to form a sentence. you sighed with resignation, leaning on the countertop.

“it’s just...” you started hesitantly, not fully sure what you wanted to say. “nothing makes sense anymore.” chan nodded, not daring to interrupt you. you thought about your next words for a moment, trying to desperately put together your next sentence. shaking your head, you whined and the tears slowly started to form in the corners of your eyes. you blinked a few times.

“it’s like... chaos broke out around me and i’m standing in the very middle of it,” you whispered the last few words, dropping your head so that chan couldn’t see as you break apart. you dropped to the floor and he didn’t waste any time, rushing to your trembling figure and engulfing you in a tight embrace.

“i-i don’t think i can handle all of it on my shoulders, i just can’t do this anymore,” you sobbed, feeling the world around you collapse. your life felt like a blur, pain constantly blooming in your chest, and you started to lose hope that the future even existed for you.

“is there anything i can do for you?” chan asked in the quietest voice, scared that if he spoke any louder you would simply fall apart in his arms. he hated to see you like this. it was unfair that someone like you was struggling and hurting so much and he swore he would’ve taken all of your pain on his back if only it meant you would finally be happy.

you shook your head, silently letting him know that, in fact, there was nothing he could’ve done. he nodded in understanding, though his heart ached at the mere thought of you suffering like this any more. he hugged you even tighter, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

“i won’t leave you alone, yeah? i’ll guide you through this chaos,” chan whispered, taking your hand in his and squeezing it reassuringly. he was ready to sacrifice himself for you to be happy again.

i need this channie rn

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violet211221 · 2 years

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I’m here | Bang Chan

♡ pairing: bang chan x reader ♡ genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff ♡ word count: 1.5k ♡ short summary: you are hurt and run away to cry alone, but Chan finds you and is your comfort place ♡ a/n: lately I have been going through very hard times. I'm not very good mentally and Chan helps me a lot. I wrote this wanting to translate this into writing, but along the way I realized that all the words in the world are not enough for me to express what this man offers me.

You desperately run through the bustling city. The sun has set a long time ago, it's already dark. It has been raining non-stop for several hours, but that doesn't stop people from walking briskly on the street. They walk hidden under their large umbrellas, probably hurrying to get home from their tiring job. They walk past you without noticing you. This is exactly what you want. You want to run away, to become invisible, to become one with the darkness that settled over the sky. However, the headlights and the noise of the engines of the increasingly numerous cars because of the rain, create a strange feeling of claustrophobia. A painful lump forms in your throat, while you force your legs to keep running even though they are shaking and hurting. You keep running until you leave the hustle and bustle of the city behind and enter the familiar residential area. You didn't realize where you were going at first, but your body seems to know by itself. You only stop when you reach the small children's playground. Hidden between the apartment blocks, empty because of the night and the rain, the park welcomes you as always - your little refuge, away from the prying eyes of people. You sit directly on the asphalt, hidden between swings and slides. You are already soaked to the skin, big raindrops running from your long hair. But you don't care. You pull your legs up to your chest, gripping them tightly with your own hands and resting your head on your shaking knees. And you cry. You cry as if you haven't cried in a long time, you cry with sobs and hiccups. You cry and let all the pain and suffering come out of you, flow with the rain. "I knew I'd find you here." His soft voice drifts towards you. From the moment you hear it, you know who it is, but you still lift your head and look at him. Chan is standing right in front of you, dressed in his usual black hoodie. He wears a hood over his head and his face is shadowed by his black cap. His clothes are as wet as yours, a sign that he ran all the way here, just like you. The difference is that he ran to look for you. You stare at him in silence, saying nothing. Part of you is shocked that he's here, right in front of you. You know how hard Chan works, leaving his studio extremely rarely. But another part of you knew he would come looking for you. Even after he debuted, Chan didn't forget about you. He will continue to be your friend, always leaving a special place for you in his busy life. The years you spent together as two foreign children in South Korea bonded you to each other in a way that only the two of you can understand. "Can I sit next to you?" Chan asks you aside, it's the first time he sits next to you. He speaks to you in a low tone, as if he is afraid he might scare you if he speaks louder and that you will run away from him again. But you stay where you are, as if hypnotized by his voice. He removes his mask, letting you see his face. Even though the cap shadows his face, you can see his gentle but worried gaze. He gives you an encouraging smile that brings out the dimples you love so much. "You can ask me to leave, but you know I won't do that. So can I stay?" You approve slowly with a movement of your head, and Chan slowly steps towards you. He sits down just as slowly in the puddle you're sitting in, without caring that he's getting more wet. It seems that his only concern is not to make sudden movements that scare you. Chan's shoulder touches yours, making your body relax almost immediately. It's amazing how something in his presence always managed to calm you down and make you feel safe. He looked across the park, biting his bottom lip thoughtfully. “As soon as Felix told me something was wrong with you, I knew I had to come here. It's been a while since we last came here, hasn't it? It seems like years have passed since then. Wait, they really passed, right?" Chan giggles at the end, and your stomach tightens into a painful little knot. But he's right. This is your place, the place you and Chan came to when he was still a trainee, and where the two of you would look up at the stars, laughing, telling stories, and dreaming of the future together. Back then, you lived a little further from the park, and Chan always insisted on driving you home. He'd taken care of you since day one, when you knew him as the funny boy with pink hair. He continued to keep his voice low, almost a whisper to you. You feel like only Chan's soothing voice and the sound of the rain are heard throughout the world. And he knows the effect his voice has on you, so he keeps talking. "Remember I used to rock you in that swing?" Chan asks you, pointing to a certain swing. "I used to push you up so hard, that you screamed at me to let you go easier. But you know that I would never let you fall." He says the last part looking at you. You look at him in turn, losing yourself in his gaze. Chan moved, cupping your cheeks with both hands. "I will never let you down, Y/n. Whatever happens, I will catch you." he whispers to you while wiping the tears from his face with his thumbs. In fact, you don't know if it is wiping raindrops or tears. Both mingled on your cheeks. "Damn, Y/n, you're so wet." Chan immediately takes off his hoodie, leaving only his black shirt. He helps you put it on, pulling it over you as if you were a small child, then he made sure to cover your head and wet hair with the hood. Even though it's wet, the hoodie is warm and smells like him. "Better now? It's raining so hard, I'm afraid you'll get sick." Chan is worried about you. Your good and sweet Chan stands in the rain for you, but worries about you. You feel again how the tears gather in your eyes and a bitter sigh leaves your lips. You get up on your knees in front of him, not knowing exactly what you want to do. "Chris." you whisper his name in a voice hoarse from crying, losing your balance and almost falling on him. But, as he promised, he catches you. His strong arms tighten around your trembling body, pulling you towards him and pressing you against his hard chest. "Come here, little girl." You grip his shirt in your fists, burying your face in the curve of his neck. You squish and go small in his arms, Chan gently lifting you up and letting you nestle into his arms. Now you're no longer sitting on the cold, wet asphalt in the park, but you're effectively in Chan's warm arms with your whole body. He lets you cry, gently rocking you and tenderly stroking your back. "It's ok, Y/n. I'm here." He kisses your forehead, then he puts his chin on your head. "You are not alone. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." You listen to Chan's voice and hide your face even more in his neck. You inhale his scent. Chan smells like aftershave, rain, home. Your home. "You don't have to run away from me. Even if you think I'm busy, you have to run to me." He moves away from you a little to look you in the eyes. You are sure that you look pathetic at this moment, with red and puffy eyes from crying and wet like a dog. He, as always, looks like a dream. "I will always be here, waiting for you and meeting you. And I promise you that I will always do anything to protect you. I don't know why you are crying now, but together we will find a solution. I will help you, whatever it is. I'm here for you." And with that, his hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you back into his arms. You sit there, letting yourself be surrounded by his warmth. In Chan's strong and gentle arms, you feel safe and understood. You feel that he has put himself between you and the surrounding world, making a place for you where nothing can hurt you. To the rest of the people, he is just another idol. For you, he's your comfort place. And right there, on that rainy night, the only thing you think about is how lucky you are to have Chan in your life.

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 8 days

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texts with bf chan- when you’re anxious about a date

genre: idek. hurt/comfort?

masterlist

an: ignore me. this was self indulgent. this is me coping and trying to make myself feel better. i literally have a date in a couple hours with my husband and 3 other couples at some fancy restaurant and im so freaked out about it. already cried. feel like throwing up. can’t tell him how i feel without feeling stupid and guilty. i’m going to go and im sure it will be fine. and then i’ll come home and watch ateez at coachella and everything will be right with the world again. everything will be fine. no panic attacks for me tonight. (fingers crossed) maybe i’ll have a couple drinks before i go. lol. someone save me.

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armysantiny · 9 months

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Hold Me – BC

Summary: Y/n was not having a good week. All their efforts to record the song they were including in their next album thwarted by auras, it’s no surprise that they have to deal with a tonic-clonic seizure. They didn’t account for their lead producer catching on, however.

Min's notes; I haven't had a tonic clonic in years I literally had to go and look it up lmao.

DS: Epileptic Reader masterlist

The instrumental flows through the headphones, one of the tracks set to be included in y/n’s upcoming album playing. Despite the remarkable progress y/n was doing – three out of nine tracks fully recorded – their health lately has been having other ideas. Namely auras. Daily. For the last week, y/n could do nothing else but stop recording for the day once the auras had started interfering with every little part of their day. But they’re feeling decent today, so y/n sips on a water bottle as they warm up their voice, drumming their fingers along their thigh.

They can do this. They’ll be fine.

“Ready to go, pop star?” Nodding along to the lead producer’s voice, y/n looks up for a moment, meeting Chan’s gaze. “I’ll replay the pre-chorus; I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”

As the song starts up again, y/n goes through their lyrics. The song is fun, bouncy and the musician feels optimistic. It’s going well after all; their tongue doesn’t feel heavy, there’s no brain fog stopping—

“…hey? Y/n – you okay? Can you hear me?” Huh?

Staring at the floor of the recording booth while the rest of their consciousness trickles back in, y/n says nothing, their body catching up with reality. A few minutes and y/n’ll be fine – in theory. But there’s silence, and it doesn't help Chan’s concern one bit, because the producer halts the song and recording in favour of going inside the booth himself.

That’s his artist in there, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t go in and check for himself.

Gentle hands reach for their headphones, and y/n finally feels physically present to react. Muttering a thank you and stepping around the recording equipment, the musician makes their way out of the booth. Chan’s hands on their shoulders help two-fold, grounding them when their posture sways with every second step. Sinking into the plush of the sofa, they nearly wince – three concerned pairs of eyes looking right back at them. Y/n’s medical wasn’t, and hadn’t been, any kind of mystery amongst the people they work with. Not that it was even allowed to be one in the first place.

“Was it that long?” Y/n simply can’t afford to keep cutting their working day short – things need to get done today; songs need to be recorded, photo shoots need to be attended, choreography needs to be worked on. The questioning shrug Jisung sends their way doesn’t exactly inspire confidence either.

“Three— maybe four minutes?” Changbin answers, peering at his phone. “It took a couple of minutes to realise you weren’t responding to any of us.”

Maybe it really was that long.

“Well-!” Chan cuts in, much to y/n’s appreciation. “We’re supposed to be scheduled with you later tonight as well, there’s enough material to work with for now… you could take a nap before heading off for lunch?” And y/n grabs his offer with both hands, getting up with a series of thanks sent the producers way, intent on finding a spare, unused practice room to rest in. Jisung and Changbin do voice their concerns, offering up the studio sofa, and y/n declines – they need the lights off, and it would put a stop to the production team’s work.

“At least let Chan hyung take your stuff?” Changbin offers.

“Sure, thanks Bin… see you this evening?”

“See you later, superstar~”

Y/n does find a space to nap, slipping into the lone practice room and taking their spot on the sofa tucked against the wall. Chan’s not too far behind, slipping inside with y/n’s things in hand while he tries – and somewhat fails – to catch the door with his foot before it ultimately crashes shut.

“Shit— sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to do that.” The producer rambles, a sheepish tug of a smile on his face. Dropping y/n’s bag by the arm of the sofa under the artist’s sleepy instruction, Chan pauses on his way to the light switch.

“Call me if you need something when you wake up, yeah?”

“Yeah, I will. Thanks Chris.”

When y/n wakes up some unknown time later, they’re met by a sliver of light pouring into the practice room and onto their face. It does a decent job of waking them up, and soon the musician is swinging their legs over the side of the sofa, unable to get themselves back to sleep. They yawn, the last remnants of sleep slipping through their fingers.

The nap was good, very good, but life doesn’t stop for anyone, and schedules still need to be attended to.

Making their way through the halls of the agency with their bag slung over their shoulder, y/n pauses, taking several deep breaths. There’s an annoyingly familiar tingle going up their arm, but it’s probably just going to be another ‘seizure scare’. It has to be. Checking their phone with their good hand, y/n almost wants to cry in relief when their manager texts them with the news that the interview’s been moved a few days forward. There was no way y/n could give a coherent interview today anyway.

Y/n’s on their way to practice when it hits, sending y/n to the floor as their body goes stiff and rigid. Their body isn’t their own; jerking limbs, locked jaw, groaning and wheezing as the seizure takes hold. It won’t stop, y/n can’t make it stop and there’s nothing the artist can do but let it run its course.

“What the—…y/n? Y/n, hey popstar, is that—” Chan falls silent as he comes across y/n’s seizing body, tongue frozen as he scrambles over in a panic, health and safety presentations repeating themselves over and over again.

Y/n’s already wearing a hoodie, but extra protection in the form of their bag wouldn’t hurt.

“…shit, it’s been a couple minutes? More?” Chan rambles to himself, stress seeping into his system as he clears the space just that little bit more. “You’re gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay, y/n. It’s almost over now…”

Chan hopes it will be over soon.

The third minute mark gives Chan enough fear to start dialling 119. Y/n was already on the ground when he found them, what if they’d already passed the five-minute mark for ‘normal’ seizure? His finger presses the last digit when he spots y/n’s body starting to go lax, and the producer almost wants to cry out in relief.

Not yet. Not until y/n is better and fully aware of themselves.

It takes a while at first; y/n’s hearing starts coming back slowly, sounds of Chan’s worry and a vague phone conversation filtering its way in. The sensations follow, fingers feeling the fabric of y/n’s hoodie from where their arm had locked in place, the material of their bag cushioning the back of their head. Y/n’s eyes open up slowly, damp with unshed tears, the lights of the company hallway blinding like the heaven’s gates themselves had opened up.

They groan, and finally, Chan cries out in relief.

“Hey there popstar…” he smiles, worried eyes seeking y/n’s gaze, “you with me?”

“…’s bright.” Their eyes get some relief in the shade of Chan’s hand blocking the overhead lights. “Where…?”

“You’re in the hallway mate, the seizure wasn’t too long when I found you.” Chan answers, immediately coming ‘to y/n’s aid when the artist starts to pull themselves up, albeit still shaking. There’s already hints of soreness across y/n’s body, and hints of a headache creeping up on them.

“Hey, Chris?”

“Mhm?” He stands up as soon as y/n does, watching with pre-emptive concern as they reach to collect their things, ever ready to help.

“I think…I think I’m just gonna call it a night,” y/n yawns, “could you drop me off outside my apartment? I’ll pay you back for the gas.”

Sure thing. Don’t worry about the gas money, you just get some rest, okay?”

Y/n smiles. They will.

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skzstannie · 3 months

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Hii it’s okay if you can’t but I was wondering if you could do a skz x 9th member reader where she was in a car crash as well as the others? But she was badly injured as well and had to be looked after by chan because she wasn’t in good condition? Totally okay if you can’t thanks❤️

"You're awake!"

SKZ-> ot8 x 9th member!reader (Chan-centric)

genre: angst, hurt/comfort wc: ~3,200 cw: some cussing, car accident, reader and skz get hurt

summary: ^^ see request

A/N: Hello! Not super happy with how this came out, but I hope you still like it anon! Started a new semester, so updates will be less frequent, but I'll still be lurking in everyone's feed through likes and reblogs 👀

Masterlist | Happy Scrolling!

"I'm just saying, if penguin's could fly, I think they'd take over the world."

"Felix, literally what are you talking about?" you give him a strange look from where you're seated diagonal from him in the car.

"If penguins ever learned to fly, I think they'd try to overthrow the government in a vengeful fury."

You all sit in silence for a moment, trying to preserve the last of your braincells from deteriorating.

"Okay..." Seungmin responds, quirking his eyebrow at him.

"I am so excited for tonight!" you break the silence that settles, practically vibrating in your seat from the excitement.

"We know, you haven't stopped talking about it," Minho boredly comments, his phone lighting up his face from the shadowy back seat.

Jeongin throws an elbow in his side from where he's seated beside him, earning himself a nasty glare from the man. "Don't be mean to Ynnie, she's just excited to perform."

"I'm so sorry. Let me rephrase that," he clears his throat, setting his phone down in his lap, "Oh my gosh, I know! It's all you've talked about since this morning!" he squeaks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," you mumble, rolling your eyes at your grumpy member.

Before Minho has the chance to respond, your entire world is shaken when another car T-bones you from the right.

Time seems to slow down as the car is flipped, sending you out of your seat towards the ceiling of the car. Your seatbelt manages to control some of the damage to your head, but it slices into your neck from the pressure. Blood starts to drip out of your wound, but you don't even feel it as your hazy gaze travels over to your members.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes land on Felix's still body in the back seat, his eyelids draped shut. He doesn't appear to have any other injuries, but you're immediately ripped away from the sight of Felix when you hear Minho groan in pain. You Jeongin a quick once over, and upon seeing no visible injuries, keep your eyes moving. You don't miss the way Jeongin's hands are firmly grasped around Felix's forearm as he shakes the older man, trying to wake him.

It's painful to twist in your seat, but you do so anyway. Catching a glimpse of Minho, you see a jagged piece of glass protruding out of his forearm. It appears small, but you know it must still hurt like a bitch. Other than that he looks okay, so you continue to look over your remaining members. His eyes are panicked as he frantically looks over the four of you. "You guys ok?" his voice shakes with fear, and his teeth are clenched from the pain radiating from the glass in his arm.

The ringing in your ears starts to subside a bit, and the grunts coming from your right get louder. Seungmin's arm is twisted at an unnatural angle, and there's blood dripping from his left eyebrow. You can't bring yourself to answer Minho, the shock still clouding your mind.

As the rest of your senses start to come back to you, your focus remains on Seungmin as he huffs in pain. You feel a stinging sensation in your thigh, but as you slowly start to drop your head to look, you feel a shaky finger reach under your chin.

Seungmin's reached his hand out, gently pulling your chin until your eyes meet his again.

"Just keep looking at me, Yn," he whispers. You do as you're told, but the pain is worsening by the second, and your breathing starts to quicken.

All else is tuned out as your eyes remain on Seungmin's unwavering gaze.

Seconds feel like hours as you sit there in the car. Your eyelids start to become heavy, and you fuzzily catch Seungmin's eyes turn frantic as your blinks become slower and more frequent.

"Just keep your eyes open, don't fall asleep," he repeats. His word are gentle at first, but as your mind turns to mud, his voice becomes louder and urgent, almost screaming at you. You feel a rough hand grab your shoulder from behind, shaking you. Their attempts to keep you awake are futile, though, as everything becomes too much for you to handle.

"No, don't close your eyes! Stay with me!" and that's the last thing you hear before you drift off into the darkness.

~ ~ ~

You're awoken to the sound of quiet repetitive beeping.

Opening your eyes is a task all in itself, your eyelids feeling impossibly heavy.

After a moment of struggle, you're met with the bright light from a window to your right. You slowly turn your head to the side, and you see Hyunjin, Chan, and Changbin all perched on the couch. It looks uncomfortable, the way all three of them are scrunched up on the little loveseat.

You let your gaze linger on them for a moment, their presence providing a calming sensation for your jumbled mind.

Suddenly, your surroundings overwhelm you. You become terribly aware of all the wires connected to you. The ECG stickers become your biggest enemy, and the IV sticking out of your hand makes you angry.

Really angry.

You groan when you try to lift your arm, a sharp, shooting pain radiating down from your shoulder. You push through the pain though, urgent to remove all these wires from your body. The bandages littering your body feel as if they're burning your skin, and you've never needed to get something off of you faster.

You begin to peel the bandages from your arms, the pain from the adhesive no match for the pain you had been feeling previous to their removal.

Your agonistic groans manage to wake Changbin, and he panics when he sees you frantically tearing at your ECG stickers.

He jumps up from the couch, earning a yelp from Hyunjin as he was using Changbin as a pillow.

You're too overwhelmed to care about their actions as you continue to tear at your skin, even the blankets covering your body feeling like burning coals on your skin.

"Woah, what are you doing? You can't take those off yet," Changbin tells you, rushing to your side to try and restrain your arms.

"They're hurting me," you mumble, wretching your arms out of Changbin's grip to continue to pull at everything that touches you.

"Yn," Hyunjin gasps, quickly standing to his feet, running over to help Changbin.

Chan awakens from the commotion, alarm bells immediately sounding in his head when he sees your panicked movements.

You become more frantic when Hyunjin grabs one of your arms from Changbin, rendering you immobile.

"Get off!" you screech, yanking on your arms as hard as you can. Chan quickly runs out of the room in search of any healthcare professional he can find.

"You're gonna hurt yourself," Hyunjin struggles against you, holding tightly onto your hand.

"Let me go!" you continue to scream like a banshee, "You're hurting me!"

Neither do as you say, fearing for what you'll do to yourself if they listen.

"You're ok," Changbin pleads, bringing one of his hands away from your arm to rest it gently on your forehead. "Please calm down, everything will be ok."

You're too panicked to notice Chan re-enter the room, a nurse trailing in behind him.

She has a shot in her hand, and she hurriedly comes up beside Changbin to administer the drug. She hastily inserts the needle into your upper arm, and it only takes seconds for your demeanor to soften. Your thrashing becomes weaker, and your shouts become quieter, turning into soft mumbles.

The guys let out a sigh upon seeing your eyes close, your stature finally relaxing into the hospital bed once again.

"What the hell was that?" Hyunjin huffs, slightly out of breath from the physical altercation.

"Sometimes patients can be violent when they wake up out of a coma. It can happen to anyone," the nurse explains, taking the chart off the wall beside the bed. "We'll get some soft restraints to put on her arms before she wakes up again. It's unlikely for her to panic again, but it's just a precaution."

The guys nod, all three of them staring at your now peaceful face.

~ ~ ~

The next time you wake up, you feel as if you're experiencing deja vu. Your eyes open slowly, and you wince at the feeling of them being crusted over from sleep.

You also become strikingly aware of the aching pain radiating from your thigh. Your leg remains immobile, and you feel the constricting cast running from your mid thigh down to your ankle.

You go to bring your hand up to rub your face, but your movements are restricted. Your attention is brought to your hands, now laying limply by your side. There are restraints covering your wrists. Your face contorts into an expression of confusion, and you glance at the couch to your right.

Seated there are Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin. Your deja vu hits you harder when you see them resting against one another, sleeping soundly.

"Chan," you call out to him, your voice surprisingly hoarse, your throat scratchy and raw.

He immediately jolts up, waking the other two in the process.

"Hey, you're awake," he says, getting up from the couch.

He's cautious as he walks over to you, taking slow steps to get to your bed. Changbin and Hyunjin watch from the couch, keeping their distance. Their expressions rival Chan's, somehow looking even more timid.

"Hi," you suddenly feel shy under their gazes, "Why are you looking at me like that? I can't even move; can we get these things off of me."

"Yea, sorry, the nurse said it was just precautionary. I'll go get someone to take them off of you," Hyunjin gets up from the couch, hurrying out into the hallway.

Realization dawns on you, and you bring your eyes to meet Chan's again. "Did I hurt someone? What happened?"

"You were trying to hurt yourself," a nurse enters the room, answering the question for Chan. "You were in a coma for a couple days. Sometimes, when patients wake, they can turn aggressive. Which you did, but nobody was hurt, the boys stopped you before you could do any damage."

You just nod, not entirely sure how to respond. She explains in more detail what had happened as she takes the restraints off your wrists.

"We had to sedate you, so you were out for an additional day. On the bright side, your coma allowed for your body to do some of the tough healing while you were unconscious. You had a surgery on your thigh the night you were brought in due to a compound fracture in your femur. The surgery was successful. It seems to be doing well for now, of course we'll have to bring you back in for some check-ups, but you should be good to go for now."

Your eyes widen as she goes on and on. Chan sits beside you, rubbing a hand up and down your back to help comfort you. The nurse continues about the paperwork, and leaves to gather it so you can leave.

"How are you feeling?" Changbin asks from the end of your bed.

"Overwhelmed," you answer curtly. The thought of not being able to perform for a while hurts your heart. Not only that, but you can't even walk!

Your suddenly hit with a wave of memories from the night of the accident, and your eyes water at the thought of the rest of your members who were in the car with you.

"Are the other guys alright? Where are they?" your voice is panicked as you ramble off questions.

"They're ok, we promise," Chan reassures you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "They went home a couple days ago to rest. None of them got hurt as badly as you did. They all got some stitches, Seungmin's got a broken arm, and Felix has a pretty nasty concussion, but they're ok."

You sigh in relief, allowing your head to rest on Chan's shoulder.

The nurse comes back in, a folder filled with paperwork in hand. "As soon as you fill these out, you'll be good to go! Your medications and dosages are in this little baggy. You had some lacerations on your side, but we just covered them with butterfly bandages. The stitches on your neck can be taken out at your next appointment. Just be weary of them as you go about your day, try not to turn your head too quickly," she instructs, handing over the paperwork.

Within a few minutes, everything is filled out and you've been put in a wheelchair. Chan stands behind you, wheeling you out towards the van. Hyunjin carries your crutches from beside you, and Changbin holds your medicine and the paperwork.

Getting in the car was a hassle all in itself, as your leg felt like a million pounds with the cast on it. Your hip was so sore from laying in bed for so long, so you opted to have Chan lift you into the car.

Once finally settled, you lean back against the seat and close your eyes. You don't want to admit it, but you know these next few months are going to be difficult.

~ ~ ~

It's been a few weeks now, and things have started to go back to how they were before the accident. This is the first regularly scheduled week since then, and you're grateful for the normalcy.

Your managers had put everything on hold for a while, allowing you and the rest of your members to recover some. They knew it was a difficult time for all of you, and you were thankful for their leniency.

You have been spending most of your time on the downstairs couch, lounging around in front of the T.V. Various members would join you throughout the day, helping you with whatever you needed. Chan has certainly been the most doting, running at your every beck and call.

Today was no different; Chan decided to stay home with you while the rest of the members went to dance practice. He knew it'd probably put him behind, but they weren't set to perform for a good while, so he'll just catch up a different day. Plus, he knows Minho can handle them all just fine without him there.

The two of you are lounging on the couch, watching one of your favorite T.V shows, when Chan gets up to use the bathroom.

You hear the door close, and realize now's your chance. Your stomach's been growling for the past hour, but you didn't want to make Chan make you something.

However, you are done being the world's longest lounging couch potato, so you rise to your feet, grabbing your crutches from beside you, and make your way into the kitchen.

You know you don't have long before Chan finds you, so you ravage through the fridge quickly to try and find something to eat. You see your leftovers from the other night neatly packed away, so you grab those.

You carefully set your crutches down, leaning them on the counter next to you before hopping, leftovers in hand, to the microwave.

Unfortunately, the rug in front of the sink slips beneath you, and you fall onto the ground, your leftovers opening and spilling out onto you.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you sigh. Thankfully, you're not hurt, your butt just a little sore, but some of the sauce now decorates your cast.

You hear the door fling open from down the hall, and a frantic Chan bursts into the kitchen a mere second later. "What are you doing?" he's panicked as he rushes over to you, his arms looping under yours to pull you up.

"I was just going to heat these up because I was hungry, but then I slipped. I'm fine," you lightly push Chan away from you, knowing fully well that you can stand on your own.

He looks slightly taken back by your attitude, but nevertheless moves towards you again. He wraps his arms around you in an attempt to pick you up, no doubt to carry you back into your permanent spot on the living room couch, but you give him a firmer shove this time. "Did I hurt you?" he worries, his eyebrows scrunching.

"No, I just want to walk to the bathroom myself and get cleaned up," you explain, doing your best to keep your composure.

"I can help, let me grab you a wash rag for your cast," he bends down next to you, rummaging through the cupboard.

"Chan, please," you sigh. As much as you loved being babied at first, enough is enough. "I need some time by myself. I love you guys, but I'm not sure I've had a moment alone since the accident." Your arms are crossed as he stands, a pout forming on his face.

"But we just want to help you," he says, puppy-dog eyes on full display.

"And I thank you for all you guys have done the past month, but I really need to start doing things for myself again," you reach past him, grabbing your crutches and head down the hall to your bathroom. "Now to get this sauce off me," you mumble as you push the door open with the end of your crutch.

~ ~ ~

You're laying on your bed later in the day, knee propped up on a plump pillow to help alleviate some of the pain from your aching leg, when you hear a knock on door.

You tell them to come in, and the door opens to reveal Chan. "Hi," he's timid as he walks in. He takes a seat on the edge of your bed, a guilty look on his face.

"What's up?" you ask, sliding your bookmark into the crease of your novel.

"I wanted to apologize on behalf of all of us. We've been really clingy since the accident, and we didn't realize we were overstepping."

"Chan," you sigh, adjusting yourself to sit next to him. "Please don't beat yourself up about this. Honestly, I was just a little frustrated earlier and took it out on you. You guys have helped me more than you know these last few weeks. I really don't mind all the doting."

His eyes light up at that. "Really?" his voice is giddy, and you regret that you were the cause of his sadness before.

While the overprotectiveness really did get on your nerves a bit, if it brings them that much happiness to take care of you, you suppose you can get past your grumpiness and let them do it.

"Really."

"Guys, she changed her mind!" he yells, and not even a second later, your door swings open, seven smiling faces staring back at you.

They hurry into your room, clumsily fighting each other to sit on your bed. They're still cautious of your leg, but they all manage to fit, even if a little squished.

"Don't make me regret this," you joke, ruffling Seungmin's hair from where he's laid out on your lap.

"You know you love us," Chan comments, smirking at you.

"I certainly do."

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astraystayyh · 7 months

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My sun

a little something for channie's birthday, inspired by this pic he sent :') basically chan is tired and you're his sun. hurt/comfort.

chan is exhausted. you could sense it before even seeing him- from the way he quietly dropped his keys onto the kitchen table, to how he refrained from turning on any lights on his way to your bedroom; as if trying to minimize his existence, to soften the sounds he leaves on his trail so the world would finally allow him to rest.

or maybe you simply knew from the way your heart constricted in your chest as soon as you heard him open the door to your apartment. you were worried about him all week, sensing that his soul felt a bit heavier for him to carry, harder to care for due to all the work piled up on him.

you hurry to your feet, meeting him halfway at the entrance to your room. his gaze softens the moment it lands on you, with slightly puffy eyes and discheveled ginger hair- he's beautiful, even when he's utterly tired.

"hey, baby," you greet, opening your arms wide for him. he sinks into your embrace, sighing softly when his forehead presses onto your shoulder blade. you rub your hands soothingly across his back, willing the tension in his body to dissipate, to desert his bones and seep into yours. you'd do it all to lessen his load, even if it meant adding onto your own.

"did you eat?" you ask after a while, your hand smoothing down the back of his hair. he simply shakes his head against your body, a slight exhale escaping him and traversing your skin, like stones skipping across a tranquil river.

"let's eat together, hm?" you suggest, gently peeling yourself away from him. "i've made you dinner."

he manages a tired smile in reply, and the light in his eyes still seemed muted to you. but you kiss his cheek and the corners of his mouth tug upward a bit more, and it's a slight progress you'd take.

you lead him by the hand to the kitchen, settling him on the stool before heating up the meal you've made beforehand. you quickly move around, plating the food and pouring him his favorite soft drink. your hand brushes against his shoulder silently as you sit down in front of him.

you both eat in silence, his warm palm pressed against your knee. you didn't always need words to fill your home- your love spoke louder than man-made syllables.

"thank you, honey," chan whispers when he's done, a smile gracing his plump lips. it's brighter, and the light in his eyes sparkles even more when you kiss him in reply. you can't help but press your lips against his again, and again, and again, hoping that with each kiss the lights would gradually turn on within him, one by one.

"you can shower while i clean up, okay?" you beam at him, lips still tantalizing close to one another. he tilts his head upwards, placing a kiss on your nose in gratitude.

some time later, chan climbs onto your bed, the smell of his shampoo tickling your nostrils. he's wearing a black crewneck, the one you've heated up beforehand for him. you hoped that the warmth from the soft material would seep into his soul, igniting candles where the rain seems to have finally ceased.

you retrieve your moisturizer from your nightstand, before straddling chan's lap. he shifts slightly, settling his back against the headboard, allowing you to sit comfortably on his midriff. you scoop a bit of the cooling cream, before lathering it on his skin. your eyebrows are slightly knitted as you gently massage it in, you miss the way chan's eyes glimmer as he looks at you- the shinning lights are back on for you.

he grabs your wrist, halting your movement, before turning it around and placing a tender kiss on your pulse. the ghost of his breath sends shivers down your spine, and you retaliate by placing the tiniest peck on his palm, before trailing up his arm, his shoulder, then his jaw. chan giggles quietly as you pepper his entire face with kisses, making sure that no inch of skin is forgotten.

his face is dewy from the moisturizer, a pink hue tinting his cheeks from your kisses, and he looks so breathtakingly pretty as you finally curl your hand around the back of his neck, lowering his head to meet his lips in a tender kiss.

the seconds swiftly trickle into minutes, not that you'd know of as your mouths move lazily against one another, time no longer existing for the two of you. "i love you," he whispers, as you pull apart, slightly dazed. you gently cradle his cheek, thumb swiping tenderly from his temple to his under eye, "i love you too."

you turn off the light, before settling against his chest. his arms wrap around you, pulling you impossibly closer. you can feel his heart beating underneath you- a steady rhythm that would serve as backdrop to your dreams, later that night. he smells like coconut soap, and a faint whisper of his cologne that never truly leaves his clothes, even after laundry. you lightly untangle yourself from his hold, moving around until his face nestles in the crook of your neck.

"i want to hold you tonight," you whisper, fingers running through his slightly damp hair.

"thank you," he says quietly, pausing to press a kiss to your collarbones. "thank you for being my sun."

his body is snug against yours, a comforting warmth emanating from him to you. holding him feels like embracing the clouds and sinking into velvet pillows, it feels like coming home where all the lights are on, idly waiting for your return.

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