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jeongintwenty3 · 1 year
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warmth
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pairing: bangchan x gn!reader
genre: slight angst, fluff
warnings: reader calls chris stupid (lovingly)
summary: bangchan, being the clingy boyfriend he is, needs your warmth in order for him to sleep; he’ll do anything, to get that.
author’s note: hiii!! i just had to pour my thoughts into a fic and it just hit me how chan’s probably the type of boyfriend that has to hug you to sleep. pardon my mispellings and improper grammar, happy reading loves <3
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arguements are normal happenings in any relationship. whether it be different opinions or a typical debate, these type of mishaps are expected to occur. and that’s exactly what happened tonight.
the clock struck 12, indicating it’s been two hours since their fallout. it may’ve been the lack of sleep or the stress, the two of you got into a heated arguement and spewed things that quite hurt each other. chris lied beside you, with his front facing your back. knowing how stubborn the both of you were when things like this happened, both agreed to talk it out in the morning.
you left the living room first, heading straight to the bathroom to do your night routine and dove head first into your bed, sleep quickly finding you.
chris on the other hand, had a hard time sleeping due to the lack of body warmth from his one and only. yes, he loved sleeping without his shirt on, but he hated the thought of the two of you not cuddling into dreamland.
the lightbulb in his head turned on, aiming for the air conditioner’s remote. decreasing the temperature so it’ll be extremely uncomfortable for one to sleep without someone hugging them, he smiled slightly at the idea. was it mean? he doesn’t really care, he just wants to hug his beloved to sleep.
stirring awake from the cold, you realized how chilly the room was. your thick pajamas did nothing to help you get back to sleep, so in your half-awake state, you subconciously reached out for you boyfriend who’s actually freezing; that’s what he gets for not putting a shirt on even after lowering the temperature drastically.
something inside snapped you conscious, halting your actions. remembering the arguement the both of you had earlier, you pulled away; opting to stand up and find the remote control.
the c in chris stands for clever, he hid the remote prior to your abrupt awakening.
“gimme the remote,” you said softly while putting out your hand, not fully out of your dozed state.
shaking his head playfully, he made grabby hands at you. if you weren’t pissed at him, you’d give in already; but the pride in you didn’t let you do so.
“’m sleeping outside then,” you replied, unamused with his behavior.
quick to stop your actions, he gripped your wrist and literally dragged you into bed. ignoring your tantrum, he tucked the duvet up to both of your chins. caressing your head and enjoying the warmth you’re giving him, he noticed your movements; wanting him to let go.
“i’m sorry baby, i really am,” the man hugging you whispered, “we’ll talk in the morning, for now, let’s stay like this.”
looking into his eyes with your sleepy state, you knew he was genuine. he was always sincere regarding apologies.
having little to zero energy left to fight back, you let out an incoherent okay and almost instantly, you nuzzled up againt his chest, breathing him in. smiling in response, chris placed his head right on top of yours; not forgetting to kiss your temple. letting the warmth of his hands and the duvet engulf you; drowziness swallowing you once again.
feeling both of his arms tightening its grip on you, you managed to let out, “if you wanted to hug me, just say so. no need to lower the temperature into ice age, stupid—”
cutting off your ramble with a peck that took you aback, he giggled seeing your furrowed brows and slightly puckered lips.
“sleep, you need it baby,” the man you loved said, wanting you to get the most of tonight’s rest. “good night, i love you,” he whispered while stroking your hair gently.
“mmm, i love you too, stupid.”
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1-800-channie · 5 years
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13 Questions Game
I was tagged by @cotton-chandy (thank you, baby)
1. Are you named after anyone?
Yes, my god-mother.
2. When was the last time you cried?
Last week, i think. I cry quite often, and I'm not ashamed of it.
3. Do you have kids?
THANK GOD I DONT IM WAY TOO YOUNG
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Oh yeah, i do! It's my way of annoying my friends. 
5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Hmm either their lips or eyes.. Especially if the person is a woman around my age.
6. What’s your eye color?
Dark brown
7. Scary movie or happy ending?
Scary movies are more fun.
8. Any special talents?
I eat a lot (?)
9. Do you have any pets?
A cat and a dog.
10. What sports do you play/have you played?
I hate sports all besides basketball.
11. How tall are you?
I’m a 1.60cm
12. Favorite subject in school?
DESIGN. I love design. I'm a very creative person...
13. Dream job?
To become a  flight attendant, travel the world and meet new people.
tagging (only if you want to) @yaz0325 @bangchanblurbs @jaenuaryyy @dimplyjae anyone who wants to do this, please consider yourself tagged 💖
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jeongintwenty3 · 1 year
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promise
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pairing: bangchan x gn!reader
genre: hurt comfort
summary: trying to take care of your boyfriend caused an arguement to occur.
warnings: rude remarks, tears
author’s note: based on an annonie’s request! i hope this is what you were referring to (: enjoy the story as usual, don’t forget to leave me some asks, requests or anything in the ask box!
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“That doesn’t seem like eating to me, Chris,” you claimed, surprised seeing him throwing away the paper bag you left for him just hours prior. It was still sealed, he hasn’t eaten. To be honest? You kinda expected it — the pale skin and dry lips give it away, the fact that he hasn’t been taking care of himself as he’s supposed to.
“If you’re not going to eat it, then at least give it to someone else, you know? Not everyone has the—”
Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was the soreness spreading through his back, maybe it was the burnout thrumming in his head — “Do you mind shutting up?” he spat, his emotions got the best of him. Chris was at high tensions the past month, the pressure from work getting unbearable.
You flinched at his tone, this isn’t the Chris you knew. You thought he’d stop his hurtful sayings, but you thought wrong.
“I’d love it if you’d just given me space. Let me work in peace alright? I have enough on my plate and I don’t need to be constantly pestered — I know what I’m doing. Just go home or something, don’t add my burdens,” even though his tone as calm, it was infused with much venom that pierced through your heart. You just want to take care of him, is that so wrong? Having enough of his habits, you decided to speak up — there’s no way in hell he’s stepping all over you like this.
“How dare you, Chris? Not everyone is privileged to have someone that takes care of them even if things get too much. If I’m that much of a burden, let’s call things off,” you retailitated, having none of his claims. Taking off the ring that was secured in your middle finger, you gave it back to him. Trying so hard to fight back the tears that welled up for the nth time tonight, you said, “You hurt me, Chris. Not just with your words, but with your absence too,” and with that, you left and drove off.
Chris exhaled, seeing the ring at the palm of his hands. It’s been a few months since the pair got engaged, but work only seemed to double just by then. He nibbled on his lower lip, the guilt finally sinking in. Chris did realize, he’d been not going home for the past 14 days, not to mention the many unread texts and miscalls from his one and only. Rubbing the gold band, he thought pretty well about what he should do.
“You fucked up, you realize that, right?” a voice bellowed across the hallway. Chris looked up, his eyes meeting Changbin’s figure. Rubbing the nape of his neck, Chris shot him a sad smile — “I can finish up, just go before it’s too late,” Changbin instructed. Curtly nodding, Chris took his stuff and left the building as well.
The house was empty, even the lights were off. Something was odd, Chris thought to himself. Prodding quietly up the stairs, he noticed the guest room’s door slightly agape. A faint light was shining through the gap which prompted him to enter the premises quietly
There you sat on the corner of the bed, rummaging through the many love letters Chris has gifted her from the past five years they have been together. Chris smiled at the sight, his heart chipping seeing the tears that streamed down her cheeks.
Chris knocked on the door, to alert you of his presence. You wiped your tears quickly, hating to present yourself like this in front of anyone. However, the pain in your heart didn’t seem to subside anytime soon, causing you to dig your nails to the palm of your hand — a habit that never seem to die down since your teenage years.
Noticing you were fizzing from anger and hurt causing you to shake, Chris engulfed you in a hug; his two arms securing your back and shoulder. You rebelled against his actions, his words replaying in your mind like an annoying melody. You tried everything you could to release yourself but it didn’t do anything
After a good three minutes of you trying to keep your guard up, the sobs finally broke, causing Chris to rub your back gently.
“What am I doing wrong, Chris? Why are you like this?” you cried, looking right at his two eyes, pain evident in both of yours.
“It’s not you, baby. I’m sorry, I’m very, very sorry,” he apologized profusely, knowing that the damage is irreversible — but he’s going to try everything he can to make it up to his beloved.
“Please stay with me, I can’t do this without you,” Chris pleaded, soothing your sides; you identified a teardrop dancing around his waterline.
“No, Chris. You can, it seems like you’ve been doing just fine without me,” you argued, his words stabbed that very delicate place of your heart.
“I can’t and I don’t want to do anything without you. I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t know what I was thinking, the stress got the best of me and I know it’s not a valid excuse. You didn’t deserve any of those words but please, please, let me make it up to you,” Chris said, tucking away the hairs that fell upon your frame.
You broke away from his gaze, eyes still teary. You know he’s genuine, he’s always been like that from the start. Taking a glimpse of the letters scattered on the bed, you took a deep breathe, letting out a small okay.
“You don’t have to forgive me now, take all the time you need, yeah? I never meant any of those words, you’re everything but a burden. You always take care of him, ground me when things get too much, remind me of my roots, thank you for being here with me,” he continued, swiping away the residue of tears using the pad of his thumbs. Poor Chris, too caught up on his love for you to not realize he’s rambling. Your fingers went up and played with his curls, signalling him to come back.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
“Chris, I get it. It’s okay, really,” you tried to reassure his mind who seemed to go at 180 kilometers per hour.
“No! It’s not okay, I hurt you and I’m not supposed to do that,”
“And you apologized, it’s okay Chris,” you offered him a small smile. Taking your hands into his, he rubbed the area that was reddening due to your nail digging. He felt like the worst person in the world seeing those marks.
“May I?” he asked, holding out the gold band to put it right back where it belongs.
Nodding, you watched as the band slipped onto your finger — it felt like a piece of you was restored. Kissing your hand, he pulled you into another hug.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head — this man could never get enough of you.
“Promise me one more thing?”
Chris moved his head away, eyes focused on your face.
“Promise me to never, ever lash out on anyone, yeah? Let me be the last person to ever experience that side of you. Come to me when it gets too much, I’m more than happy to attend to your matters, okay?”
“Okay, baby. I’m sorry,”
“You know, the time you’re using to say sorry could’ve been used to make up the kisses I haven’t been receiving as often.”
And with that, Chris giggled, leaning in and capturing your lips into a passionate kiss. Even though the kiss was slightly salty due to the remenants of tears that streamed down, it was the sweetest thing Chris has ever tasted for the first time for quite some time.
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jeongintwenty3 · 1 year
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not an accident
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pairing: bangchan x g!nreader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
summary: falling in love? sounds accidental, doesn’t it?
author’s note: hello! back with another blurb, I’ve been suuuuper busy so I decided to cook up something quick to share with you guys. happy reading!
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The night sky displayed an array of stars, decorating the dark above them with twinkling orbs. It was comfortable — your head on his chest, fingers playing with each other.
“I don’t think I’m falling in love with you,” Chris whispered, still holding your figure with utmost care.
“Pardon?” his question broke you out of your trance. You felt uneasiness knocking on the door leading to your own heart. Shifting a little, you made sure to look him into his two eyes — why can you still see the love?
“Falling sounds accidental,” he replied, moving away the hairs that fell neatly in front of your face.
Leaving a peck on your temple and pulling you into his embrace again, Chris noticed the confusion painted all over your face.
“I choose to love you. I choose to commit to you. To love every inch of you, every scar and flaw, every nook and cranny. Nothing accidental nor coincidential about that.”
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jeongintwenty3 · 1 year
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the end
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pairing: bangchan x gn!reader
genre: angst
summary: the final chapter between two lovers
warnings: implied death and sickness
author’s note: hi! i’m back with another fic, it is kinda short though ): but i hope y’all will enjoy it nevertheless <3 don’t forget to send me something thru the ask box!
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The constant beeping of the heart monitor made his mind fidget, his plump lips now all red from the constant nibbling, the sight of his fiancé a bit too hard for him to process; you’re lying down on the uncomfortable bed, ragged breathes heard every now and then. Slightly squeezing his palm, Chris’ eyes lit up and quickly averted his gaze to his beloved.
“I’m sorry, seems like I can’t be there with you ’till the end of the line,” you whispered, eyes blurred by the tears pooling at her waterline. Pecking your dry lips, Chris gently wiped away the stray tear streaming down on your left cheek — “You're gonna be okay, baby,” he reassured you and himself, even though his heart was shattering bit by bit. “Are you going to be okay?” you asked, gaining all the strength you have to grip his hand tighter. Soothing the back of yout hand with his thumb, he tried his best to contain the tears that have wanted to break.
“Honestly? I won’t,” he replied, a bitter laugh coming out from his mouth. Smiling sadly, you lifted their intertwined hands and brought it up to your own lips, kissing it gently.
“Please be okay without me. I want you to at least try, Chris,” you said, tears now falling even more freely than before. The sight prompted his own tears to fall too, filling the room with nothing but painful and sorrowful goodbyes. “I’ll miss you, my little wolf,” you managed to mutter, shooting him a grin that somehow made his heart ache even more.
“I love you, baby. I can’t promise you I’ll be happy, but I’ll try, for you,” he slipped out in between his tearful moments.
“I love you more, Chris. More than you’ve ever imagined.” — and that was the last two-way conversation the pair had.
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