#chan oneshot

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Thunderous

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bang Chan

Word Count: 11K

Genre: Werewolf AU! Royalty AU!

Warnings: There are some elements of non-con in this fanfic. Please don’t read if you don’t like those elements. Mentions of knotting and rough sex. There’s also a lot of explicit smut and language throughout.

Summary: The Wolf King’s name seared your heart. You had been chosen as the youngest and most expendable daughter to be his mate. But you were terrified of the legends surrounding his bloody campaigns. How were you going to survive?

Tag List: @armystay89 @captainchrisstan @starseekersworld @melsunshine @kibs-and-bits

The Wolf King’s name whispered through the trees and hummed between the villages like the ancient stories of the gods.

Some of the villagers claimed that he could transform—bones cracking and teeth elongating until there was no man left. They said his claws could cut through trees and that his howl silenced the instincts of the mountain lions who cowered in their dens. In place of human skin, fur sprouted thick and rough, darkening until it matched the color of the shadows.

The myth and lore had been passed down for years, and you found yourself on the receiving end of all those stories. As the Wolf King’s future mate, you had also become something of an enigma around the kingdom. People looked at you with a glint of respect, bowing their heads and moving out of your way whenever you made your rounds. 

The attention that you hated. Especially when the marriage had been arranged without your willing compliance. Young girl fantasies of handsome princes and distant lands vanquished in an instant. But even if you couldn’t indulge in happiness anymore, there had been a time when you allowed yourself to dream about your wedding. 

Bubbling colors of red and green—like your kingdom’s annual yuletide celebrations—and a long, flowing white gown extending across the floor like an elegant brush of paint. Pure as you had always been. There was beautiful music in your dream, and a gorgeous prince to take you into his arms and glide you across the floor like the clouds moving in the sky.

Fantasies, indeed.

Instead, of merriment and goodwill, you found yourself trembling from head to toe, holding tight to the sleeve of your handmaiden’s gown as she escorted you through the recital hall, down the aisle to where you recognized the Wolf King waiting.

You had only met him twice before. Once, when you had just turned twelve, on the day your families agreed to meet over the prospect of securing peace between your rival kingdoms.

When you were both little children, the Wolf King had no reputation. He was just a boy, and you greeted him with a smile—ignorant of the true purpose of your first meeting. While your parents talked about the future, you showed the Wolf King your favorite flowers, handing him individual stems while your mother bargained your life away:

“A union is our commitment to peace,” your mother had once proclaimed, reaching out to softly pat your curls. “We think they’ll do well together.”

“Yes.” But Chan’s mother didn’t seem convinced. She was an elegant and beautiful woman with long black hair and bright red eyes to match his defining features. “Chan will decide who he wants to marry,” his mother said.

“Y/N will make a good wife when she comes of age,” your mother insisted. “We’ll hire the best teachers to ensure that she is prepared for her duties.”

“That matters little to us,” Chan’s father spoke, and he regarded you like one might grimace at an annoying ant to step on.

You shied away from his intimidating stare, looking instead at Chan as he designed a flower crown for you, placing it on top of your head with a proud smile.

It was the last time he would ever show such kindness.

Over the years proceding your first meeting, Chan became a man, and his reputation for ruthlessness and fury ignited a storm of gossip. 

“The Wolf King stands taller than the gods!”

“The Wolf King slaughtered a village because they refused to bow down to him!”

“He’s a monster! Have mercy on us all!”

You became terrified at any mention of the Wolf King, wondering if your parents were still serious about a union. You found out the hard way when your mother invited the Wolf King and his generals to your kingdom. But you didn’t stick around for very long.

The next time you met, you were sixteen, and you ran away to the gardens in a rare show of rebellion against your parents who had expected you to dress pretty and show off for Chan.

But that wasn’t in your nature, and your instincts screamed at you to avoid the Wolf King. And you thought that you were alone in the forest. Surrounded by the quiet of the thick foliage. But then you heard the bushes move, and you noticed a large black head peering at you with piercing red eyes.

You relaxed when you realized that it was just a common wolf—probably one from the mountain packs, and you weren’t frightened. Animals had always held a special place in your heart, and you approached the wolf with palms upturned to show your peaceful intentions. The wolf never moved, and you stroked your fingers through the coarse fur on his head. 

You returned home that evening thinking your father would scold you for running off like that. But you were instead warmly greeted by your parents who were both ecstatic. “He agreed to marry you, Y/N!” your mother exclaimed. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

It wasn’t.

Not at all.

And you had never experienced real fear in your entire life. But walking down the aisle in the chapel to where the fearless Wolf King waited for you, there was a bone-chilling tremble aching down your spine.

“So beautiful,” you heard faint whispers join together, urging you closer and closer to the Wolf King who gazed at you with the most intense stare you had ever received.

When you were within earshot, the Wolf King snatched your hand from the poor handmaiden who had been helping you walk down the aisle.

The girl quickly jumped to the side, bowing her head as the Wolf King forced you to stand in front of him, reaching down for your other hand. You reluctantly gave it to him, still looking at everything except for the Wolf King’s eyes, even if the little growl he gave showed that he disapproved.

You could hear your mother’s chastising voice in your head, scolding you for not pleasing the King. But you didn’t care anymore. Wasn’t it enough that you were standing there, giving your life away to a monster?

In the distant background, you could hear the priest delivering his lines, and when it was your turn, you gave your vow of allegiance, even if the words fell hot like acid from your unwilling tongue.

Thankfully, the ceremony did not require you to kiss him, dodging his wayward lips when they fell too close to yours. 

There was a rush when the proceedings concluded, the firm ushering of hands leading you out of the chapel. You stumbled in your heels, bringing yourself inadvertently closer to the Wolf King who held tighter to your waist. You did not enjoy the closeness, swallowing down your nerves as you tried not to think about what came next.

The crowd eventually parted, giving you enough space to walk down the steps in the open air, briefly acknowledging the cheering crowd spread through the streets. There was a distinct awe in the noise from the people around you, clambering over one another to get a good like at yourself and the predator who would soon claim you for his own. Wanting to acquaint themselves with your kingdom’s bargaining chip—a small sacrifice to ensure an alliance between your people and the ones who fought under Chan’s domain.

On paper, it seemed like a worthy solution to helping your kingdom protect its borders and fight off invaders. The problem was that you felt the weight of pleasing a man you had no interest in—someone who frightened you to your core. A sick knot tightened in your guts and your stomach clenched tighter as Chan led you to Castle Miroh—the notorious landmark of his territory symbolizing the power of the ruling family.

As the main doors parted, you winced at the sensation of the cold and harsh air inside, and a shiver passed down your spine as you forced yourself to keep up with Chan’s incessant pace, footsteps clacking against marble. It was dark in the corridors, and the only lighting came from the flames ensconced along the walls, casting everything in shadows. Ahead in the distance, you could see the outline of a grand staircase, and your eyes worked tirelessly to mark each step on your darkened path.

It turned out that Chan kept his quarters on the highest floor, latching your fingers together the entire time, even as you forced down the bile permanently hitched at the back of your throat at the thought of all the blood that had stained those hands. 

At the top of the staircase, you were pulled to the left, marching down an impressive corridor with a soft, velvet carpet beneath your soles. Eventually, you found yourself in front of a large, wooden door, and Chan ushered you through the frame, a hand to your lower back as your eyes paused on the King-sized bed waiting beneath an unholy painting of a bloody battle scene.

You will present yourself to the Wolf King, you recalled the words of your tutor. He will expect obedience from his mate.

You blinked away tears, knowing what you were expected to do next, and deciding to push through your nerves before you lost the contents of your stomach on the floor. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to run, but you ignored your instincts, loosening the straps of your dress to allow it to pool into a mess on the floor at your feet, and kicking it aside as you eliminated the remaining distance to the bed. 

You didn’t want to show him that you were weak. That he had any sort of influence that might condemn you a coward. You could not be seen as pathetic in the eyes of a monster, crawling on hands and knees to the center of the bed, head ducked down between your trembling arms and waiting.

Your breath caught when the bed dipped beneath his weight, and you gritted your teeth, feeling his hands take your hips with a powerful grip, nails digging into the soft skin.

The Wolf King will fuck you, your tutor had said, Then he will bite you to complete the mating ritual.

You had seen the Wolf King’s teeth. Sharp like razors and pointed at the ends. You would be a bloody mess at the end of this, but no one could ever accuse you of shirking your responsibilities. You had done everything expected of you, holding on to this thought of solace as you waited for him to take his fill.

“Don’t,” he abruptly whispered, startling you as he laid down on the mattress at your side, closing his eyes and letting out a grumble, completely unbothered with his own nakedness. 

It must’ve happened while you were turned away, but it was still jarring to see so much pale skin on display, marred with jagged scars and scarlet bruises. Eyes trailing over the swell of his chest, over the ridges of his abs, and down to this impressive cock. 

You swallowed hard. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“No,” Chan said, chest deflating. “You do not want that.”

His response surprised you, and you wanted nothing more than to hurriedly tuck the sheet around your body to hide you from him. “I thought you were meant to-”

“We are equals,” Chan interrupted with a much firmer tone. “And you are afraid.”

Equals? The word didn’t seem right coming from him, but you weren’t about to question what was seemingly amounting to an act of mercy. Quick as a flash, you had the sheet bundled against your chest, eyes wide as you looked him over. “The mating-”

“We can do the bite,” Chan continued as if he didn’t care that he wasn’t fulfilling the only purpose you had been given. “But in the morning. The celebrations earlier exhausted me. Such frivolous trivialities.”

“Won’t they notice-”

“Who are they?” Chan barked with a hint of a growl that had you flinching. “There is no one who orders the King around.”

His dark pupils met yours in the dark, searching for something. You swallowed hard, unsure what he was looking for, but focusing on the calming sensation of relief flooding your system at his unexpected mercy. “Thank you.”

He gave a curt nod, dipping his head to the space next to him. “Sleep.”

You obeyed, wondering if you could sleep next to him, even if he had shown you some degree of kindness. It still didn’t erase his bloody reputation, and it worried you to no end that you would be sleeping next to a killer. Born to fight his way to power and rule over his kind. 

You took a deep breath, holding tight to the sheet, and closing your eyes. Perhaps it was the roller coaster of emotions weighing down on you from the day’s events, but you did manage to find sleep, even if it was troubled. Nightmares of wolves following you through the woods, red irises piercing you from the shelter of the trees, and claws slicing through flesh. 

You gasped when your eyes sprung open against an onslaught of bright, morning light, heart palpitating in your chest when you met those same eyes looking down at you from above. Chan was a step ahead of you as if he could predict your movements, grabbing your hands in one of his own to hold them above your head. One of his powerful thighs slung across your lower body, holding you in place with a strength that ignited a fire of burning adrenaline. 

“Hold still,” he said, giving you no other warning before teeth sank into the side of your neck, and your body panicked, fighting against him. Like he might take a chunk out of your neck and leave you on the bed to bleed out. Crimson against the cream-colored sheets. 

Immediately, a pulsating shock erupted from the site of the wound, forcing a scream from between your lips at the overwhelming pain. “I know,” he said, and it was barely discernible over the sounds of your cries, unashamed to lose all inhibitions at the sensation of a pain you had never experienced before.

The Wolf King moved over top of you, and you flinched when you felt his tongue start to lap at the painful bite mark on your shoulder. “The pain will stop soon,” he said. “I’m sorry you have to suffer.”

You held back a whine, digging your nails into the soft flesh of your palms. You supposed he had helped the sting, but it still felt like a piece of glass was being sliced across your skin. Even if the guilt and remorse in his gaze were almost enough to distract you.

“Relax,” he soothed, releasing your hands which instinctively went to wipe at your eyes, drying the salty wetness that had accumulated. 

“I- I can’t...”

“You can because you are mine now,” he declared in a tone that had a different flame sparking in your chest. 

You nodded against the pain, focusing on taking deep breaths, and letting darkness take you under once more.

When you woke again, the King was ready for you. He explained that you were needed in the Throne Room to meet some important people. It turned out that the King had three brothers. They were all younger than him. Or so you had been told.

Their names were Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin. Feared and revered for their triumphs in battle.

Your Wolf King seemed proud to show them off, standing before you in an organized line: from oldest to youngest.

Felix reminded you of your own cousins, with his lithe figure, so much different from the King’s own bulk, and a head of flaming orange-red hair. 

Next to him, in the middle, stood Seungmin. Dressed in dark clothes that only made his already dark hair even more onyx-black. Bright green eyes appraising you slowly.

Finally, there was Jeongin. The tallest of the three. And sporting the same dark-colored hair as his middle brother. He seemed to be the most innocent, eyes wide with wonder.

“They are here to support you,” Chan went on after introductions had passed. “Call on them if you need any help.”

Unlikely, but you forced a nod nonetheless.

“You are dismissed,” Chan informed them after you gave your acquiescence, and you watched them retreat in the same formation down the hall.

In their stead approached a shorter man, dressed in full battle attire. Well-muscled to stretch the fabric of his shirt and pants, with serious dark eyes. “My King,” the man said, bowing once. “You are needed on the training fields.”

You flinched when the man’s eyes found your neck, likely noting the swollen mess that Chan had left behind. “I’ll be there shortly, Changbin,” Chan said, and he waited until the man was gone before looking at you. “The Castle is yours, my Queen. Feel free to look around and acquaint yourself with your new home.”

“I will,” you whispered, forcing yourself to stay still when he leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. 

“Tonight, we can eat together,” came his parting words, and you grimaced at the idea of sharing a meal with him. 

But the concept of sharing a meal with him was nowhere near as horrible as the idea that this place could ever be considered your home. What a nasty thought! This place was nothing more than a prison forced upon you because your parents were desperate for Chan’s allegiance.

“Why did he agree?” you huffed to yourself, spinning on your heel to start the trek back to your room—as much as you could remember. “Leaving me here as if I know where anything is!”

For months leading up to your shared nuptials, you had pondered the reason why the powerful Wolf King had even agreed to marry you in the first place. Neither of your meetings had been particularly impactful, and your Kingdom had nothing to benefit his own; in fact, your alliance was more of a detriment to Chan and his people—a burden that he willingly took on.

You turned the corner to the last corridor, grateful that you had managed to retrace your steps, faltering when you noticed something on the floor outside of your door. You kneeled to retrieve it, glancing at the writing and noting with a happy hum that it was addressed from the Northern Highlands!

“Grace!” you exclaimed, clutching the envelope to your chest as you quickly rushed inside your room, glancing back to ensure the door was locked before hopping onto the bed to rip the contents open.

Dear Y/N,

Congratulations on your marriage to Bang Chan - it will be a strong alliance for our parents and their Kingdom. 

I apologize for my absence - Hyunjin was unable to make the accommodations.

As you know, snowfall comes to the Highlands in the upcoming months. It will soon be impossible for me to journey to you, or for you to make the journey here. I’d love to see you and your new husband before it is difficult to do so.

Please write to me when you can to arrange a visit.

Lovingly,

Grace

You read over the letter twice before releasing a deep sigh. Would your Wolf King even indulge in such a trip? Perhaps it wasn’t even necessary for him to go. You could make the trip on your own.

You held fast to that thought, of getting away from your prison even if only for a few days, as you lounged around in your room for the remainder of the day. There was little to entertain yourself with, re-reading Grace’s letter over and over again, and sitting outside on the little veranda attached to your room to watch the clouds moving in the sky.

It would be another mercy to escape Chan’s presence if you were to head North alone, but you were afraid that you were pushing your luck, wincing when you heard the door to your chambers opening again, returning inside from your observation of the grounds to greet Chan as you were expected to do.

“My queen,” he rumbled, reaching out to hold your shoulders between both hands, a grip that was impossible to mistake. “Were you able to see more of the Castle?”

“Yes,” you lied through clenched teeth, only breathing a little easier when he released you, eyes dropping to the letter in your hands.

“What is that?”

“It is from my sister,” you explained. 

“I see.”

“She wasn’t able to attend the wedding,” you went on, saving yourself a bit of time as you scrambled for the best way to drop the news to him. Maybe it would just be best to try a blunt approach, giving him your demands since he insisted on calling you an equal. “I wish to see my sister,” you said, refusing to meet his gaze. “Before it is too dangerous to make the trip to the Northern Highlands.”

Chan grunted at your request, and you weren’t well-versed in his language to know what that meant. “She invited you?”

“I can go alone,” you said. “If it is too much for you.”

“I would love to come with you,” he said, disregarding the determination in your tone. “It will give us more time to spend together on our own.”

“Oh.” Your gaze remained trained on the floor, hopes dashed that you could leave him behind. 

“It will be nice to visit there,” he said. “I will make the arrangements. You may write her back to expect us very soon.”

“As you wish,” you sighed, trying to keep the disappointment from your tone, flinching when he grabbed one of your wrists. He didn’t seem perturbed by your reaction, and you watched as he pulled a delicate piece of jewelry from his pocket.

“Well?” he smiled, something that made you shiver. “What do you think?”

“What is it?” you asked in return, resisting the urge to pull back the wrist clasped between his scarred fingers. Even if you did manage to finally meet his gaze.

“It is a gift for you,” Chan said with a smile you were not expecting—blinding and warm. “I made it myself.”

“You made this?”

“As our traditions dictate,” he agreed, keeping a firm hold on your wrist to clasp the little bracelet around your delicate flesh. “It is meant to show our bond to the world.”

You studied it curiously, noting the simple design and the small wolf-shaped carvings engraved in the metal. It was cold against your skin, even as the heat from his body balanced it out.

“Shall we eat?”

He dropped your wrist, and you were able to gather your bearings. “Of course.” You managed a nod, watching as he opened the door wide, allowing a small servant girl to enter the room.

The girl offered you both a respectful bow before she started to set the table, laying out silverware and fine china plates. Behind her, another girl rolled in a cart, wheels squealing on the floor, with prepared food steaming from beneath metal lids. 

“Here, sit with me,” Chan said, patting the space on the bed next to him. “Until they are ready.”

You obeyed, sitting down next to him. Your gaze remained trained on the servant girls, moving about in a well-rehearsed manner as if they had done this too many times to count. 

He reached for your hand, and you did your best not to flinch. “Look,” he whispered, urging you to follow his gaze. “This line on your hand, do you see the way it moves?”

You shivered as he traced the mark he referred to, following it up and down the length of your palm. “Yes,” you whispered, struck by the unexpected intimacy of the gesture.

Goosebumps followed the trail he left on your wrist, and you held your breath when he brought it to his lips. “The same as mine,” he said, almost reverently. Your eyes widened, breath hitching as he aligned your hands together. “A perfect match.”

You could hardly believe it, eyes searching back and forth, but seeing the same line digging into both of your skin. Like it belonged there. 

“There are reasons for everything,” he said, and you felt a small flicker of shame when you read his knowing gaze as if he could sense those dark thoughts that you sheltered about him—wondering why you out of everyone in the world had been chosen to stand at his side. “I wouldn’t question so much,” he continued. “The things that fall into place so perfectly.”

He offered you a wink, surprisingly playful for a man of his reputation. “Let’s eat.”

You nodded, the most you could, and followed him to the table. He was polite as always, allowing you to pick first, waiting until your first bite before claiming his own. You were content, at that moment, to answer the questions he threw your way, increasingly aware of the way the place he had touched warming and the mark on your neck drummed in a gentle pulse.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, and there was less trepidation in your soul when you lay with Chan to sleep. 

You journeyed to the Highlands the next morning, riding behind Chan on horseback, leaving the Wolves’ imposing Castle behind. There was a lightness about you as distance added more miles to your ride, growing brighter and brighter the further you traveled. Even with light conversation petering between you and Chan, you had never been freer in your entire life, the wind blowing back your hair as you soared across the plains.

Despite his repeated requests for you to take a break, you were determined to make it to your sister’s palace before nightfall. You wanted to see her outside, in the meadows that spread invitingly across the Highlands, and walk together just the two of you as you did as children.

There was excitement spiking hot adrenaline in your veins when the hills opened up in the distance, revealing a gorgeous mountain Castle with imposing towers and the familiar flags of your sister’s powerful family. She belonged to Hyunjin, taking his name and crest, and it made you sad to realize that there was a greater distance between you both. You loosened your grip on Chan’s waist, not realizing your grip on him.

You had grown tired of being around him, constantly blinded by the weight of his shadow. At least out here, with the sun beaming down from above, you could feel great relief from the pressure lightening. Perhaps there should be shame associated with your actions, but as soon as you could identify a familiar shape up ahead, you were already leaping from the horse despite Chan’s protests.

Thankfully, your sister was there to greet you, surrounded by two guards. Immediately, you jumped from your steed, falling into her arms and inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume. “Grace,” you squealed, keeping her held tight to you as if it would be the last time you could ever do so. 

“Y/N,” she sing-songed back, and you smiled at her playful attitude, only growing a little despondent when you detected Chan’s approach from behind.

“Hello,” she greeted Chan with a polite bow. “It is an honor to welcome you to the Northern Highlands.”

“Your palace is beautiful,” Chan complimented, and you shivered when he drew fingers down the length of your spine—a show of affection that you would never get used to experiencing.

“Thank you,” she said, turning around to gaze back at it as if she were seeing it for the first time. “It has centuries of history.”

“I have heard the tales,” Chan remarked. “From when I was a boy.”

You tried not to snort, not wanting to relive any memories of Chan from his boyhood. Grace’s careful eyes, however, seemed to detect something, and she looked at you with a curious gaze. “Well, I can show you to your quarters.”

“No need, I’m sure one of your guards will know the way. I think Y/N has been waiting for some time with you. I’ll leave you both alone,” he said, even without your prompting, and your sister gave you a familiar smile.

“As you wish,” she said with a little curtsy, beckoning a guard forward with stern orders to help the Wolf King settle in while you and Grace took a stroll of the grounds.

You held your breath, not wanting your impatience to show as the arrangements were made. Only once Chan had started in the direction of the Castle, guards following him closely, did you exhale. Reaching for Grace’s hand, and tugging her forward.

“No need to drag me!” Grace chuckled at your actions, and she linked your arms together, steering you toward the familiar meadows.

You both settled into easy conversation as it always seemed to happen, topics flowing from one to another. There was a lot to catch up on, things left unsaid from your sad exchange of letters. Rumors swirling around the highlands, and stories from your own homeland that you consumed greedily, excited for any mention of your little Kingdom.

Even if you didn’t really belong to it anymore.

You wanted to walk forever, to keep going beyond the highlands. Escaping to a distant land with just you and Grace. A place where you could both live in peace and go about your days just chatting and reading together by the fireplace as you did when you were children.

She laughed at your complaints, forcing you to return to the Castle when the sun had started to set. Thankfully, you didn’t go all the way inside just yet, and the two of you sat down at one of the picnic tables in the gardens. As you settled next to Grace, bowing politely to the maids who brought you both a cup of tea, you frowned as you recognized Chan between the hedges, strolling along with Hyunjin, Grace’s King, down the trodden paths between the mazes. 

You did your best to ignore him, focusing instead on the moment you had with your sister. The setting sun was warm as you reclined your head, eyes closed as you accepted the gracious touch—burning just as hot as your sister’s intense stare.

“Do you have something to say?” you huffed. “I can feel you looking at me.”

Her smile was clear in her tone. “You just seem...different.”

“How so?”

“Like you’ve been tamed.”

Your eyes flew open at the comment, glaring at her. “Stuck in an arranged marriage, you mean?”

“Mine was arranged as well, but you can rest assured that I don’t take the same comfort from my particular suitor.”

“I hardly take comfort from the Wolf King,” you argued, but Grace simply shrugged.

“You’ve never seen things as I do.”

“What’s so bad about Hyunjin anyway?” you asked instead, to direct the conversation away from Chan,

Her smile curdled. “He keeps busy with his whores,” she said, shocking you with such an accusation.

“Grace-”

“Don’t.” Your sister sighed. “There’s nothing you can do.”

She attempted to restore her previous smile, looking back over your shoulder with a sigh. “I like your Wolf King,” she eventually said. “He cares about you a lot. I haven’t seen him take his eyes away from you once.”

Grace must be imagining things. “He’s tolerable at best,” you decided, earning yourself a sigh from your sister.

“My how your perspective has changed,” she remarked, finally turning her attention to the lukewarm tea in front of her. “You were kicking and screaming when you first learned of the marriage.”

“It is something that was forced on me!”

“But you’re not the only one, Y/N,” Grace said with a tone filled with sadness.

Suddenly, you felt chastened and guilty for even protesting her. “For us both, it has created nothing but discomfort.”

“I think there is potential in your match,” Grace argued. “You resist because you are stubborn in nature, but I think there could be good things for you if you just tried to make it work. Wouldn’t it be better, sister, to live with him as lovers than as cold strangers?”

“He is too wild for marriage,” you weakly protested. But your argument held no merit, and you hated the logic in her words, turning away to glare into the distance.

Night passed before your eyes, like the dimmest flicker, and you had never been more unhappy to greet the rising sun. 

It seemed that all good things inevitably came to an end, and you were holding back tears when you parted from Grace the next morning, holding the embrace for far too long. Even as you allowed Chan to help you back onto the horse, positioned directly behind him on the saddle, you kept your gaze trained behind you, watching Grace grow smaller and smaller.

Until she was gone.

Your heart was heavy when you returned to Chan’s castle that same afternoon, but your foul mood didn’t last for long. Distracted as you were, surprised by the bustling activities throughout the grounds, everyone scrambling for something you couldn’t identify. “Our moon festival,” Chan explained. “We will be shifting tonight.”

Oh, right. You had forgotten about that part, too distraught reminiscing on your brief moment of freedom with Grace. “I almost forgot.”

“There will be a feast tonight,” he explained. “We will both join as King and Queen.”

You scowled at the idea. “As you wish.”

Chan frowned at the comment. “You must be tired from the journey,” he continued, choosing not to react to your passive comment. “Feel free to rest in our quarters. I will come get you later.”

You agreed with a half-hearted grunt of acknowledgment. Sleep did sound like a much-needed relief from the exhaustion threatening each unsteady step you took up the stairs. It was what you blamed your disorientation on, barely noticing when Chan leaned in to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek.

That same spot burned under the barely-there attention. But you chose to ignore it, instead focusing on how your feet were throbbing when you landed on top of your bed with a huff, allowing tears to escape as you gave yourself a moment to purge the nasty emotions that had built after leaving the Highlands. Unable to do so as you rode behind Chan.

There were too many different emotions piled on throughout the day, mixing with a heady combination of your exhaustion from traveling. Countless thoughts also swirled through your head, and it was inevitable that you would fall under, losing yourself to the easy promise of sleep. An easier task than grappling with your conflicted feelings. 

Darkness greeted you like an old friend, and your dreams were wild. One moment you were back with Grace, strolling through the meadows. The next, you found yourself in an empty forest, shadows chasing each breath evaporating on cold air, ensnared by a pair of red eyes in the thick foliage.

You stumbled on the undergrowth, falling backward ungracefully. You only had the wherewithal to put a hand over your face, trying to block everything out, as those eyes descended on you. Fear caught in your throat, and it was the lasting image that haunted you as you jerked upright in bed, barely withholding a scream when those same eyes met you in the real world.

“Y/N.”

Chan’s voice was deep, guttural in its intensity, and filled with concern. You flinched when fingers came out to gently remove sweaty bangs from your eyes, heart thunderous inside your chest. His hand paused in its motions, and for a fleeting second, you thought you might drown in his stare.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “Bad dreams.”

“I see.”

There was a question in his tone, but you didn’t know how to provide an answer, choosing instead to gently push his hand away. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

He nodded, lower lip caught between his teeth. “If you’re certain...”

You studied him for a moment, wishing that you could confide in him. But there was still a great distance between you, perhaps put there by your own accord, but heavy in its existence. “I shall get ready.”

Chan allowed you the space, agreeing to meet you in the hallway as you rose to get dressed, finding the dress that had been laid out for you by the maids. You slipped the fabric over your body, shivering as the silkiness slid across your skin like a lover’s caress.

True to his word, Chan was waiting patiently on the other side of the door, and you hesitated before taking the outstretched hand offered to you. Unprepared for when it pulled you in closer, under the scrutiny of his affectionate gaze. “Beautiful,” he declared, nostrils flaring as if taking in the scent of the perfume you sprayed. 

“Thank you,” you offered in return, choosing to keep silent as he led the way, helping you down the stairs in your heels. 

For once, you willingly stayed close to Chan, especially as you approached the Great Hall where the festivities would take place. Chan led you into the dining room, perhaps a bit too hastily, uneasy with the weight of his people’s stares boring down upon your figure. Dressed simply in that white gown—pure, as you had always remained—and looking entirely out of place amongst battle-hardened soldiers. 

You caught Changbin’s stare from across the room as you sat at the head of the table next to the King. There was lust in his gaze. And it deeply unsettled you, to the point that even Chan caught your shiver.

He followed your gaze to Changbin who looked away at once. “Tradition says that the King can share his mate,” Chan whispered. “But I will not share you with him. So he can only look.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that. So you didn’t say anything in return. “I didn’t know.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and then Chan stood, addressing the room. “Let’s feast together, comrades! We run together at the moon’s highest cycle!”

A chorus of cheers and howls greeted his words, and everyone started to fill their plates, easy conversation flowing between the wolves like the smell of the delicious-looking platters laid out before you. Still, your stomach revolted, swimming in circles as you picked at the helping Chan had served you. You wrinkled your nose when his grease-stained fingers brought a piece of chicken to your lips, and you forced yourself to take it from him. 

Chan sighed as you chewed, forcing the morsel down your throat as it stung. “I won’t be with you tonight, of course. We will likely stay out in the moonlight until dawn. But I will return in the morning.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, seemingly indifferent. Some time to yourself seemed nice. And you weren’t keen on being outside when they were no longer human. 

“You don’t have to be miserable here, my Queen,” Chan suddenly said, tone taking on a hardened edge. Perhaps the first time he had ever sounded stern with you. “Wolves mate for life, and they choose their partners seriously”

You contemplated his words, chosen ever so carefully. “I - I will try,” you managed, recalling Grace’s advice from the previous day.

To live as lovers rather than strangers. 

He hummed at your agreement, eyes glued to your form as he appraised you with something akin to curiosity. “Don’t roam so far from the castle tonight. It isn’t dangerous, but it is your first time. Of course, there’s usually nothing to fear in the gardens.”

There was a layered hint in his words, but you chose not to think about it too much, simply nodding your head as you resumed your task of picking at your food. There was nothing wrong with the offering in front of you, but your newfound uneasiness mixed with your emotional charge from earlier—it had not yet completely dispelled itself from your system—left an unpleasant ache in your chest.

As if something was missing…

Later that night, long after the wolves left the castle, you realized you couldn’t sleep even if you tried, listening to the chorus of howls from outside the castle walls. They rang through the night, loud and clear, and harmonized with one another as if perfectly in sync. Perhaps they were since Chan and his wolves shared a tight bond, and you wondered what it must be like to be so perfectly in tune with one another.

It was these thoughts that plagued you, and even as midnight came and went, you grew more restless. You resolved to walk through the castle, to quell your thoughts and ease your mind. Even as your footsteps echoed through the halls, you found yourself becoming more awake instead of the opposite effect.

Fresh air would be nice, you thought until you remembered the wolves outside. But then again, Chan did promise you that the gardens would be safe. You could trust him, right? Or was that the problem? Your lack of trust in someone meant to be your partner. 

You resolved yourself in that moment to try. And if that meant venturing out into the gardens, then no one could accuse you of being silent and passive. This was your attempt at trying, and if it ended badly, then you would have all the more leverage to ignore him.

However, despite your attempts to steel your resolve, you found your heart beating impossibly fast when you greeted the moonlight outside. Each lungful of air that you forced down your lungs felt like sharp knives attacking your flesh. Gaze swimming in front of you, footsteps unsteady as you entered the hedge maze surrounding the gardens.

You inhaled deeply, trying to find comfort in the familiar smell of the foliage. There was a strange air of peace surrounding you, and that was all the solace you needed to keep going, admiring the way the colors of the blooming flowers bled in a different light. It was easy to grow distracted by the sight, as beautiful as it was, and perhaps you could blame your wandering eye for failing to adequately identify the rustling of something large in the undergrowth of the forest. 

You hummed to yourself, leaning down to run your fingers over the soft petals of a rose. Its usual red was subdued somehow, under the moon’s glow, and you smiled at the effect, completely ignorant of a different red seeping through the hedges near your right.

It wasn’t until a gentle whimper sounded that you jerked to a stop, hand fluttering to cover your chest as you whipped around to locate the source of the sound. And what stood before you, as powerful as the looming mountains above the castle, nearly had you falling to your knees.

Except, you realized upon a second cursory glance, that there was something uncannily familiar about the beast in front of you, and it only took you another moment to make the connection. A gasp fell from your lips when you realized that it was the wolf from your childhood—the one you had found that day Chan visited your home for the second time. The one you played with in the gardens. The one you spent time with just talking and believing it was nothing more than a common wolf.

You stumbled then, recognizing the now familiar crimson eyes looking back at you—the same ones that belonged to your husband. The wolf, your Wolf King, butted his giant head against your outstretched hand, giving an affectionate lick to your fingertips.

“I understand,” you whispered, unable to decipher the emotion in your voice, but one thing that you knew for certain—there was a clear absence of fear. Because you had never feared this wolf, always approaching it with happiness, completely ignorant of its true state. 

The wolf gave you a meaningful look, and you were struck by the humanness of the gesture. Understanding dawned on you—Chan had always known. He had always known it was you—the one his wolf had chosen. The girl who had never shown fear to a beast that others considered a monster. 

You had known Chan for your entire life without even realizing it, and your eyes welled with tears, watching him toss back his head and release a spine-curdling howl. One that was joined by a chorus of beautiful melodic cries, merging and joining together, and reaching down to your very bones.

You dropped to your knees then—a mere speck before the Wolf. You cried without fear, and this time, the tension between you and your King vanished like the stars in the night sky when dawn cracked across the horizon.

Three Months Later

On most mornings, Chan was gone before you woke up, and that left you with a disconcerting feeling of disappointment. You supposed there was much to do for the King of the Castle, but lately, it made you ache for something you couldn’t quite discern.

For the past several months, you found yourself opening up to the Wolf King in ways you would’ve never imagined. The truth of who he was, the Wolf from your childhood, along with Grace’s well-intentioned advice, had managed to crack through the stoic guard you had raised from the moment you bound yourself to him.

He taught you about the bond—how, even if you weren’t a Wolf and couldn’t experience the same emotions, he could feel each flicker of happiness or stroke of sadness as it moved through you. 

You had not known of this connection before—because of your stubborn nature—and you would always regret resisting it. But things were better, and you could see the beauty in the bond and how truly spectacular it was to feel and understand another person so intimately. It made you wonder—for longer and longer periods of time—just how deep you could make that bond.

Curiosity weighed heavy on you, and your eyes cracked open at a gentle knocking on the door—an opportunity presenting itself when you recognized a familiar servant girl entering your room. “Good morning, Y/N,” she said, and you nodded in return.

At first, you had kept yourself closed off to the other maids, but this one in particular, Ivy, had been insistent. It was hard to deny her, especially when she became your best teacher, indulging you in learning everything related to the wolves and their way of life.

She was also quite willing and open to help you with anything, even if it involved the more intimate parts of your relationship with the Wolf King. You brought it up again that morning, growing more and more confident, especially since Ivy was completely shameless when it came to that sort of thing.

“I thought about your words from the other night,” you opened the conversation, watching as she put your breakfast down onto the table.

“You’ll have to remind me.” There was a teasing note in her tone, and you glowered at the playful look she shot in your direction.

“We spoke about the King,” you said. “You told me things…what I can do to please him.”

“I remember.” She took a step closer, and you were wary of the look in her eyes. “Does he not fuck you well?” Ivy asked, and her tone was absent of the same filter that would stop your tongue.

Still, you were embarrassed, looking down at your feet, wondering how to disguise the truth. “It doesn’t feel good when it seems like he just uses me to get himself off.”

That much was true as you had heard Chan masturbating next to you on countless nights, and your name often fell free from his lips.

“I see.” Ivy nodded. “He doesn’t know better. He was taught that a good alpha fucks his mate and makes sure that she is pregnant for him.”

You winced at her blunt explanation. “Is that all...wolves need?”

“Not necessarily,” Ivy said with a bright smile. “I can teach you...if you want.”

“Teach me?” you asked, gasping when Ivy placed a hand on your chest, forcing you to fall back on the bed.

She was all smiles when she crawled into your lap, grabbing your hands and securing them to her waist. You gasped when she started rocking her hips into your own, feeling the pleasant ache resonate up and down your spine. “The most important lesson of them all,” Ivy said with a twinkle of mischief in her eye. “The art of seduction.”

“I - Ivy...”

“Tell me, Y/N,” Ivy interrupted your ramblings, leaning down so that the tips of your noses brushed together. “Would you like that? Seducing your wolf? Driving him to the point where he can’t resist taking you?”

You moaned around your response. “Yes! Please show me.”

Her hips rocked harder into yours, and you could see white forming at the edges of your vision. “Leave it to me.”

And you did, surrendering to her touches, and the wicked way she showed you all the ways to drive a King mad. 

The following night, you bravely waited for your Wolf King to return from patrol, wearing nothing but a sheer robe that left little to the imagination. Sitting on the edge of your shared bed, you caught each breath as it rattled between your lungs. Nervousness eating away at your resolve and leaving the poor skin around your cuticles abused by your touch. 

Ivy’s advice rang clear in your mind as if she were there with you, holding your hands between her own as she taught you how to please the King. You blushed at the memory, hands covering the bare skin beneath your robe, caressing the delicate flesh as she had done the night before. Demonstrating to you the best ways to please a man, and to make him beg for you. 

That kind of power held its curious appeal, and you thought about it constantly. Wondering what it would be like to make Chan lose his mind to the sin of your smell and touch. You could hardly wait, bouncing your leg and jostling the flimsy material of your coverings. 

Thankfully, your Wolf King didn’t make you wait for very long, punctual as always in these recent times of peace in joining you during the evenings. The easy smile he always offered you vanished as soon as he closed the door behind him, eyes locked on your figure clad in so very little.

“Be assertive.” You recalled Ivy’s words, and you stood on shaky legs to take a few tentative steps towards him. The implication was not lost in translation. You could barely get out a greeting before Chan was on you in seconds, gently pushing you back against the wall. He pressed his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. “You look beautiful,” he whispered, initiating the first indulgent kiss that lit a fire that you felt down to the tips of your toes.

“Then have me,” you said against the purse of his mouth, tongue tracing that full bottom lip. His gaze widened perceptibly, holding you at arm's length.

“What do you mean?”

“Take me the way you want,” you replied. “I’m ready. You love me, don’t you?”

The intensity in that gaze you had started to yearn for burned even brighter. “You know that I love you Y/N, and I understand why it would be hard for you to believe. I’m more than willing to take this chance to show you.”

He pulled away despite the tight grip you kept on his powerful bicep. Even so, you kept your eyes open as wide as possible to enjoy the scene playing out in front of you when he kissed you again. You curled your fingers into his thick black hair, remembering Ivy’s advice, and pulled his mouth against yours, crushing your lips to his. Chan’s chest rumbled as he kissed you fiercely in return, grabbing onto your arms as his tongue plundered the hot cavern of your mouth.   

Your lungs screamed in protest, and you pulled away suddenly, shivering at his resounding whimper. You opened your eyes, keeping your hands in his hair to hold it back from his crimson orbs. You found the lust there, making his eyes appear darker.  “It’s so hard for me to do this,” you said softly. “I- I want to please you…”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Chan replied. He pressed his hips into yours and you felt something hard against your stomach. “Y/N,” Chan murmured, leaning into your neck to inhale deeply. “I want you more than anything else.”

You shivered as you felt his other hand come to the sleeve of your gown, slowly sliding it down your shoulder. His fingertips slid across your skin, weakening your resolve. His lips followed his touch, peppering soft kisses along the exposed skin. He tugged on the fabric more and you felt the fabric at your right breast start to fall, slowly exposing the flesh to him. His blazing eyes looked down at what he had uncovered, as his hand moved up to hold your breast in his palm. You moaned when his thumb started to rub against your nipple, growing alarmed at the sudden ache between your legs. Like before, his lips soon replaced his fingers and you cried out when he gently nipped the sensitive skin.  

He suddenly tugged the fabric back up, releasing your wrists so that he could have both hands when he grabbed the sides of your robe and tugged it aside to reveal your bare skin to him. Your hands fell to your sides as your chest heaved up and down to match each of your panting breaths. Clad in the lingerie Ivy had helped you pick out the previous night. 

Chan’s eyes were glued to your bare torso. With a moan of his own, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before he trailed his mouth down, over the soft skin of your throat, down your chest, and between the valley of your breasts, over your smooth stomach down to the top of your lace panties. Looking up at you with hungry, lust-filled eyes, Chan started to tug the fabric down your legs.

Clenching your fists against the wall, you couldn’t begin to describe what you felt when he pressed a kiss against the front of your panties, holding your thighs in his strong hands. Standing back up to his full height, he pulled his shirt off next, tossing it onto the floor. You breathed out deeply as your eyes greedily took in the sight of his muscled torso. Timidly, you reached out a hand, aware of his eyes watching your movements as you hovered your palm over his firm abdomen. “Touch him with your fingertips,” Ivy’s words whispered against your ear. He groaned, bracing his arms on either side of you, moving his head against the wall next to your ear. You heard Chan’s husky voice whisper: “Baby, please touch me.”

Your eyes fluttered at his request, and you placed both palms on his hard stomach, moving them up and feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. Your hands danced across his pectorals, rising along with the muscles. You moved your palms over his shoulders and then back down, pausing when you hit the top of his pants. Before you could muster up the courage to move any lower, Chan’s lips were back on yours, kissing you senseless. You wrapped your arms around his neck, working your mouth against his, feeling your lips become swollen from his kisses. As your tongues touched, you felt Chan’s hands return to your thighs, lifting them so that you had no choice but to wrap your legs around his trim waist. Holding you against him, he carried you into over to the bed to deposit you on top. You missed his warmth as soon as he was gone and opened your eyes to meet his black gaze.

This was your chance. You remembered Ivy’s words and scrambled to get in position. Present. The command burned its way through your whole being as if you had no control over it. Instead, you turned on your hands and knees, arching your back and keeping your ass held high in the air.

You had never done this before, and you felt so exposed, but at the same time so good, so right, and you restrained yourself from trying to cover up against the shameless crimson stare watching you.

Suddenly, all went quiet, prompting you to glance over your shoulder. The Wolf King was staring at your ass, his mouth slightly agape. “Good girl,” was all you heard before Chan dove down abruptly to taste your dripping cunt, dragging his tongue all the way up to the source of the wetness leaking from you with a single, hot swipe, before latching on and sucking eagerly at the sensitive skin around your opening. 

You keened at the sensation and shivered at his satisfied grunts and moans as he took his fill of your taste. It made you want to please him. To do whatever it took to make him completely lose his mind.

“Chan!” You moaned out, reaching beneath him to flick at your neglected clit. “More!” 

Your demand did not go unanswered. With a grunt, Chan yanked your ass up higher for a better angle, digging his hands into the plush flesh of your hips. His touch was rough, and strong, undoubtedly leaving marks behind, but you absolutely loved it. And when the wiggling muscle of his tongue finally pushed inside, you cried out in absolute bliss and pleasure. Time itself seemed to slow down as that tongue relentlessly moved inside you, searching for that spot that could make you see stars and, once found, pressing down hard. Again and again, Chan dipped inside with his tongue, and each time you moaned for him. It didn’t take you long until your body tensed and shuddered, squeezing around the intrusion as you rode out your orgasm. 

With a satisfied groan, Chan released your hips, and you collapsed on your stomach, still aching for him.

You attempted to look back at Chan, groaning when you realized he was pushing down his pants and underwear, freeing his stiffening cock before crawling back over you. You were met with a flurry of kisses, on your lips, your cheeks, and your neck, before his tongue trailed lazily over your chest and down to the delicate curls damp from your release. 

You squirmed under him as he held himself up on his arms, dragging his eyes unbearably slow from your face and down to your toes. He moved one finger down over your stomach, and you watched it enter the forest of blonde curls around your center. Panting, and nearing combustion, you found yourself instinctively thrusting your hips up, begging him for more than just touches. Growling, he practically shoved your hips back to the bed, reaching down and jerking his thick cock with rough strokes. He abruptly flipped you over onto your back, craning his neck to look down into your eyes. “Let me make love to you, Y/N.”

His words sent a flurry of heat straight to your core. You had never had sex before, but you wanted it desperately. You told him as much and could see him visibly shaking. “I’ll go slow,” he promised, kissing your lips tenderly, before reaching down to line himself up at your entrance. You closed your eyes and winced as he pushed into you. Pliant and soft from his earlier ministrations, the bulbous head found little resistance as it breached your cunt.

You could feel his face bury itself into your shoulder, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the bedding, as if it was taking everything he had to go this slow. Once he was buried inside of you completely, you groaned, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. You could feel him still above you, and his teeth teased the skin at your shoulder. “Son of a bitch,” he growled. “It’s taking every ounce of control I have not to flip you over and fuck you senseless.”

His words, as crude as they were, only served to heighten your arousal. “Move,” you said, grabbing his black hair and pulling his face to yours. You kissed him quickly. “I’m fine.”

He needed no further encouragement, as he slowly pulled out before pushing back in. You could see the sweat breaking out across his forehead from the exertion, causing strands of his hair to stick to his forehead. His right hand moved behind you to grip the headboard as his hips slowly rocked against your own. As good as it felt, you could see he was about to lose it. “Faster,” you told him, and he complied, speeding up his thrusts and allowing some of the tension to escape his body. It was a little painful, especially when he let out a low growl and really started grinding his hips.

You could feel it building inside, the pleasure of his rough movements far outweighing the discomfort. You let out another moan as he moved in and out, feeling the smooth friction all the way to the tips of your toes. The Wolf King chose this moment to draw his hips back, dragging his length out to the tip, before slamming it back inside with a powerful thrust, rocking your body to the point that you felt your vision turn white for a moment. Without giving you time to recover, Chan repeated the motion over and over again, speeding up and adjusting the angle to relentlessly hit deep inside, hips bumping your clit with every smooth grind.

He grunted from his efforts, one hand on the headboard while the other came to grab your breast, his lips sucking at your neck. For your part, you arched your back against him, allowing your hips to come up a little to meet his movements as he hit even deeper inside of you, just barely kissing your cervix. Your fingernails scraped down the smooth skin of his back at this new angle. He moaned when your nails dug into his flesh, bringing his lips up to yours and you kissed him feverishly, tasting him like your life depended on it. One of your hands curled into his smooth black hair while the other gripped his bicep tightly, sighing happily as you felt the muscles move.  

You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to not feel overwhelmed by all of the things he was making you feel. Buried deep inside of you, you could feel him hit all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure to your tight center. Meanwhile, his lips were working magic against yours, leaving you breathless.  

You could feel an intimate warmth building inside of you the longer he snapped his hips against yours. Groaning, you let out a cry as you felt something inside of you break open, releasing wave after wave of heat through your core, leaving your body drowning in pleasure.  

There was a haze of lightheadedness clogging your senses, and you almost didn’t even realize the swell pushing against your ass, until it breached your core. “Chan!” you hissed at the combination of pain and overwhelming pressure, retreating and then swelling again as he ground that hot mass against you.

“My knot,” he groaned, and you could feel the heat from his chest against your breasts as he pressed even closer. 

You vaguely recalled Ivy warning you about this, telling you that it would be hard to prepare for the massive instrution. You felt a spike of fear as it stretched you even further, and you worried that your virgin body would suffer. All you could do was grit your teeth and bury your head into the blankets beneath you, feeling the swell of his knot pressed against the cleft of your ass. You fisted the sheets between your hands. He would split you in half, and then you would be nothing.

“Y/N!” he growled, slowing his hips to a timid roll as his knot locked between you both, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt his release flood your insides, filling you to the point that your lower stomach had started to swell from his cum. 

He groaned as you both came down from your highs, and you gently petted your finger through his unruly curls. He experimentally rolled his hips to test how firmly the knot was locking him inside and it wouldn’t budge. Your cunt squeezed the knot, eliciting another grunt from Chan, another twitch, and another spurt of hot cum inside of you.

The pop didn’t swell until Chan was fully seated, his thick cock barely able to seat itself fully between your pulsating walls. It was a painful stretch, of course, but you were hardly focused on it.

Chan continued to hump against you, long after his release and teetering on the cusp of oversensitivity, but those seductive hips had lost their rhythm. It was only moments later, as Chan pulled away from your lips and buried his face into your chest, that he growled when something warm filled your center. You let your hand wander down his spine, stroking along the individuals knots. You could feel him breathing hard above you, and you tried to soothe him back to normal.

You were locked together for a long time, and you were almost asleep when Chan was finally able to pull out, collapsing onto the mattress next to you, looking up at the ceiling. You watched as his chest rose and fell quickly until you could barely see it move at all, signifying his return from his high. Your own breaths came out much shorter, and you were aware of the sweat that coated your skin. 

You watched as Chan ran his hand through his dark hair, moving it out of his face. Looking over at you, he turned on his side and used one hand to bring you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist. You hummed in delight as your chests pressed together, moving in sync with each other. Chan’s eyes scanned over your face as he leaned in and kissed your forehead. “I love you Y/N,” he said. voice rumbling. “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you.”

You were barely coherent, collapsed against the sheets with a line of drool pooling out from your mouth. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall against his chest, savoring his warmth.  “I trust you,” you said softly, and you could feel him sigh in relief. Simply holding you against him, surrounded by his warmth, you suddenly felt very much like you belonged.

“You and I have always been destined,” Chan whispered, and for the first time since you had taken your place as his Wolf Queen, you weren’t afraid.

Instead, you were irrevocably alive.

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DOES HE KNOW ? (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: after being friends with lee chan for a good portion of your life, the boy you considered nothing but your best friend suddenly starts acting different, making you slowly fall for him. problem is, you have a boyfriend.

content: friends2lovers!chan, reader has a bf, almost cheating but not actually, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), wet dream (this is actually a huge point in the plot lol), masturbation (f receiving), dry humping, more oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 1k (teaser); 9.8k (full fic)

release date: april 17th

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a/n: rewrote this so many times but finally finished it!! i love writing channie so i hope u guys enjoy<3

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Something was clearly wrong with you.

Was Lee Chan hot?

Nothing made sense anymore, and it had been the case for a while.

You could date it back to some months ago, at one of Soonyoung's usual gatherings. This had been where it all began, or more so, where it all ended.

For some reason unknown to man, that was the day in which Chan began courting you (his words, not yours).

After years of a solid friendship between the two of you, a not-so tipsy Chan cornered you at aforementioned party and began dancing with you. This was a common occurrence between the two of you. Despite having been taken for the past few months, you were still quite liberal about your touchy relationship with your best friend. However, what happened next what was truly out of the ordinary.

"Hey," he had whispered against your ear.

"Yeah?", you giggled, entertained by the boy.

"Wanna know a secret?"

"Sure."

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you," and with that, the dam had broken.

You froze against his arms, eyes widening. Though he could not see, as you were holding each other far too close to make eye contact.

Maybe he was drunk?

He interrupted you before you could respond. Chan pulled away from you to look into your eyes with a fully sober look in his face.

"I'm not drunk, and I know you have a boyfriend. And I know you only see me as a friend. But give me a few weeks, and I'll change both those things," was the last thing he said before giving you a peck on the cheek (yet another common thing in your relationship) and walking away with a confident sway in his step.

Ever since then, you had been bombarded by romantic gestures from your former best friend – former because you truly had no idea how you felt about him by this point.

Chan bought you flowers, – even when it was raining – had your favorite beverage at hand any time you so happened to see him, tied your shoelaces should they ever come undone, plucked loose eyelashes from your cheeks, tucked your hair behind your ear, placed his hand at the small of your back before crossing a street, walked you to and from home, looked at you with an indescribable sweetness in his eye, he ... He did everything any girl would need to be completely swooned (and then some).

You were beyond confused as to when this change had come about. As far as you knew, you were nothing more than best friends. When had Chan even begun liking you? What had changed?

"Oh. He's always had a thing for you," was what your mutual friend Soonyoung said when you first brought it up.

"What do you mean? We've been friends for years, he's never-"

"Yeah, duh. You never showed interest, what was he supposed to do? But yeah, he's crazy about you," added Seungkwan, sipping his drink nonchalantly.

You had decided to meet up with some of your mutual friends while Chan was at work. You needed at least five minutes with your other friends without Chan getting in the way with his flirting.

"It's kinda sick, actually," interjected Soonyoung once more.

You remained quiet for a while, thinking back to every interaction you'd ever had with Chan that may have revealed his feelings for you. Unfortunately, you kept drawing blanks all the while Soonyoung stole fries from your plate, disregarding your confusion at the situation.

"But why now?", you finally asked, slapping his meddling hand away from your food.

He shrugged, "Maybe he got fed up of watching you with that guy."

"He has a name, Soonyou-"

"None of us really care enough to learn it."

That much was true. None of your friends were fans of your current boyfriend. Or of any of them, to be quite frank. You had certain lack of skill at picking them, though this time around you felt confident about your current relationship. He was nice and respectful. Maybe a little bit of a square, but you liked to think you brought out the fun in him. This was also the longest relationship you'd ever had, giving you the grand total of three months in a exclusive relationship and a month and a half of a very prolonged talking stage that took place before he ever asked you out officially.

"Is this because I've been taken for longer than usual?", you tried to assert.

"Oh! That might be it, huh?", Soonyoung agreed.

"Well, I guess he didn't want you to break your streak of failed relationships," chuckled Kwan.

With a slap to his chest, you dropped the subject, deciding to ignore the slight acceleration of your heart any time you thought about Chan's crush for too long.

At first you found it to be a bit of a joke, but his affections quickly began to wear you down. It also didn't help how blatant he was about it, constantly flirting up a storm around your friends, not caring for their amused smiles at your flustered half-rejections of his advances. The only times in which he held back were the rare occasions in which your boyfriend would join your friend group in their outings. He could be reserved at times, not really clicking with your loud friends, so his presence was not a common thing.

Being honest, you felt kind of bad at the genuine excitement Chan's crush gave you. Though you weren't sure of your feelings for him at this point, his interest flustered you tremendously. You'd always known him as a pretty and charming guy, despite never really acknowledging such things. You understood why he got so much attention from girls, though you never thought too much of it. He was your best friend, you never had any motive to consider anything further than platonic feelings for him. But now that you were questioning your feelings, you felt as if you were kind of betraying your boyfriend.

Not to misunderstand, you had no desire of pursuing anything with anyone while you were in a committed relationship. You were just not that kind of person. But the mere thought of blushing at the words of a guy who wasn't yours (all while actually having a guy of your own) made you feel ashamed. Specially considering that you already had a very grand preexisting fondness for the guy in question.

God damn you, Lee Chan.

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[taeminsung]

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── love comes again..

pairing ||  bang chan x reader summary || chan finds you again, but this time, doesn't let go. genre/s || love trope. fluff. romance. trope || childhood best friends masterlist || stray kids as love tropes mina’s notes ||  the first chapter of stray kids as love tropes! please enjoy ♡ 

Seeing trainees in the halls of the company building always pulled at Chan’s heartstrings. The memories, both good and bad, flash in his mind. It served as a time that seemed to have hardened him in some respects but in other cases made me incredibly soft when it came to people who supported him during that time, mostly his kids. Yet, he couldn’t help but remember someone whose smile warmed his breaking soul during that time. Still to this day, you crossed his mind, often leaving him wondering if you changed your number or what you were doing these days. It was the late nights when Minho makes sure that everyone is fed that Chan’s mind drifts back to you the most.

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Chan, your soft voice filled the small space in the studio JYP had given him. Chan hummed in response, pulling his eyes off his computer scene to see you standing at the door, an exhausted look on your face, yet food in your hands. You need to take a break to eat, you smile, the light not meeting your eyes. He knew that you stayed up extremely late trying to nail the choreography for a monthly evaluation. Yet, he also knew that this one didn’t go great for you, while you managed to get the dance, the rap you were asked to do took a hit. This was the part he hated the most. Getting close with people who had the possibility to leave.

Instead of saying anything, he returned the smile of someone who had been his friend since you were both young, motioning for you to come into the space, moving papers on the desk for you to put stuff down. Silence filled the room, with no air of awkwardness, as you both ate the food, Chan looking at his computer every few bites to adjust something. The thing was, he knew that there was always a chance that you would get eliminated as a trainee but there was also something in his chest that was telling him to not put up the walls around his heart for you.

While Chan was nearing debut, having barely dealt with the blow of losing both Minho and Felix, he couldn’t even fathom the thought of losing you too. You were sunshine in the dark clouds that filled his head. A small hope that maybe things will work out. It wasn’t until a week later, when your tradition of bringing him food late at night, didn’t happen that he got nervous. Were you just in the practice room? Taking vocal lessons with Seungmin? Pulling himself out of his studio, he made his way around the building, poking his head into various rooms, having no luck in finding you. It wasn’t until Chan overheard Sana say I still can’t believe they got eliminated to Momo that he just knew without asking, that it was you.

As he made his way back to his studio, he made a small vow to himself to not get close to any of the other trainees, even if he made it through debut, because he couldn’t stand the way his heart was breaking for a third time. Once the door clicked shut, he let himself fall to the floor, burying his face into his knees, and letting the tears fall. A hand landed on his back, moving up and down before a sob rocked his body. He would never forgive himself for not making sure to protect you more.

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Schedules leading up to MAMA were going to be the death of Chan. He could tell it was also going to be for his members as well. It felt like little things were going to keep going wrong in their rehearsals and the stress was starting to get to them. They just needed one day of things to go right. Just one. Chan knew that getting to rehearse in their stage outfits would help and was relieved when he walked into the practice studio that day to see half the members dressed. Three days left, he reminded himself. Three days then a day of rest for everyone. They could do it. He needed to do it for them.

Struggling to not let his exhaustion show on stage for their ending, he could see Jeongin struggling just the same. Three… two… one…, Chan counted before the lights cut and he reached for his youngest member. Pride swelled in his chest that they were able to pull the performance off and nothing went wrong. Now, all he wanted was to get home, change into his favorite sweats, crawl under the blankets, and not emerge for as long as he possibly could. As he collected his kids and ushered them backstage, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him when he saw someone who looked strangely like you pass in front of him. There was no way. Right? You’d surely contact him if you knew you both were going to be at MAMA. Yet, he cursed himself because he didn’t even know there was a chance you’d be here.

A million questions seemed to be running through his head because Changbin was now dragging him through the halls to their room backstage so they could get a quick rest before going back to sit with the other idols. Would you not tell him you debuted? It’s not that your friendship ended on bad terms, but Chan was always too nervous to reach out to you after the elimination. Did you blame him for it? Did you hold a grudge against him for making it? Lost in his own world of questions and thoughts of you, he was dragged back into reality when Seungmin asked Minho, Hyung, isn’t that y/n? Chan's eyes were then glued to the monitor as he watched your group perform an amazing piece.

Even after your group was off stage, he couldn’t help but be stuck on the way you performed. All the nerves you used to have in the practice room were gone. Now you were confident in the same way he knew Hyunjin to be confident on stage. What felt like pride again was swelling his chest knowing that you were able to reach your dream. His best friend since childhood making a name on stage. You stepped into your calling and didn’t let the terrible moment in your past slow you down, or so he hoped. Chan hyung, we are going to grab dinner before going back to the dorms. You coming? Han questioned before heading back out to the stage.

The rest of the night went on and all of Chan’s thoughts were consumed by you. How had you been? Were you happy? Did you pick up on composing? The memory of the late nights in the studio, your head resting on his shoulder while he explained what he was doing consumed his vision for a fleeting moment. Had you finished that song you and Han were working on? Did you miss him like he missed you? So caught up in his own mind, he just let the motions of the night carry him through. It wasn’t until he was sitting at the restaurant with Han calling your name that Chan snapped back to reality. His members invited your group out for dinner. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips when you took the empty seat next to his.

Conversations flowed among the many people gathered around, alcohol bottles littering the table in celebration of the awards won and performances completed. Chan listened intently as you explained to Han and Seungmin what happened after you got eliminated from JYP and how you managed to find the current group you were in. The breath he didn’t even know he was holding escaped although a little shaky. The tension seemed to dissipate when you said you didn’t hold any resentment for the past and couldn’t be happier because it let you to where you are now.

It was when you turned to him after everyone started talking again that his skin seemed to feel like it was on fire when you looked at him. I’m so happy to see Minho and Felix back with you, you whispered so only he could hear. You deserved to have this group, a smile pulling at your lips. Maybe it was the way the familiar feeling of your presence calmed him down while also giving him newfound energy. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to you, after… well after everything, you continued, I just didn’t know how to tell my best friend that I wasn’t good enough. The smile turning sad as your eyes dropped.

Chan’s hand twitched to reach out to you and tilt your chin up. It didn’t sit well with him that you could ever think you weren’t good enough. For who? For him? Because he knew that you were more than enough to be called his best friend and he would be damned to hear you say otherwise. But we made it, your face tilted up to look at him again. Something about the ‘we’ in your sentence broke something in his chest. That’s all he ever wanted. For you both to make it and settle into your dreams. Maybe it was the way he now viewed you, not the little one who would follow him around, but the confident person that you had grown up to become. In his mind, he reached out to caress your cheek, but in reality, he settled for You’ll always be enough for me.

Both of you were pulling back into the chaos of the conversation between the two groups as the debate on best dramas was in full swing. As Chan saw you smile wide at the mention of a show, it dawned on him what the feeling in his chest had been since he saw you in passing backstage. This time away from you, but always thinking of you, gave him the space to understand that he didn’t want anyone else to fill the space next to him where you used to be. No. What he wanted was for you to be back in the space. Maybe a little closer this time. The crushing weight of the realization that he was in love with you hit him before he even blinked.

Adjusting his position, he moved his leg so that it would be pressed against yours as he moved his chair slightly closer to you as well. His eyes noticed that your hands sat in your lap and before he could even think if it was a good idea, his hand was extending to lacing his fingers with yours. Daring a glance at your face, he could see the pink that dusted your cheeks and the way your smile slowly grew, eyes focused on your intertwined hands. When you didn’t pull away, joining in another conversation with Hyunjin instead, he knew that maybe you shared the same feelings as him. All he knew was at the end of tonight, he would make sure he had your number and would never let you go from his side again.

All the time for catching up could be spent tomorrow in the comfort of either of your places, filling each other in on everything that was missed, including the feelings that were already taking over.

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ tag list || @orchid-mantis-petals; @i-dontevenknowman; @deadcrow-donteat

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[djeniryuu]

BANG CHAN FIC RECS (2018-2019)

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Summary, Characters: Maknae Line, Characters: Hyung Line  Prologue, Exordium (Chan’s POV),  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,  Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,  Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15 (Final),  Bonus: First Christmas (Chan), Bonus: Halcyon (Minho) 

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[godsmenusuperbowl]

A Minor Celebrity's Lover ~ *Bang Chan*

Summary: You've been spending more time with CB97 and your feelings for him have only grown. You haven't made a move thought, afraid he'll reject you. However, could it be he feels the same way?

Pairing: Bang Chan X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluff Oneshot

Word Count: 1734

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine​ @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: Part 2 to A Minor Celebrity. I highly recommend reading that first.

It has become a sort of tradition now. Well, more of like a routine. Every Monday morning, at roughly ten in the morning, Chris would waltz through the door of the little coffee shop. You would smile, take his order, and he would give you a generous tip and song recommendation for the day. As soon as he left, you would listen to the song and tell him the next week how much you liked it. 

That was your favorite part of his visit every Monday morning. You would gush over his amazing taste in music and tell him how much you adored each word and each beat. And he would explain how the song was made to the best of his ability. You always learn something new in the music making process every week. And occasionally, when you asked really nicely, he would pull out his headphones and you could listen to a bit of the song he was currently working on. You would always tell him it was your favorite song ever, but you could see in his eyes that he didn't quite believe you. Nevertheless, you were sure to give him as much praise as possible for his amazing work and he graciously accepts, although his cheeks are always pink when he does.

"If you keep drifting into the clouds when you're supposed to be working, I'm going to have you clean the entire back room." Your boss's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You shake your head and offer her a small, slightly uneasy smile. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get so distracted."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Sure you did. I know who you're thinking about."

You couldn't suppress your groan. "Am I really that obvious?"

"Obvious and oblivious." She laughs and shakes her head. "I don't understand why you don't just ask him out already! The two of you have a real connection! You'd make the perfect couple!"

"Easy for you to say." You shake your head again. "He's way out of my league. I don't stand a chance with him. And I've accepted that."

"But you don't have to! Look, I'm not asking you to throw yourself at him and beg him to marry you. But maybe go get dinner or go to a concert, since you're both into music, or something like that! Just hang out is all I'm saying!"

"We'll see." Was all you said before you glanced at the clock. A frown tugged at your lips. "He's late."

"What?" Your boss followed your eyes. "Oh, I suppose he is. But it's not the end of the world, you know. He'll show up soon, I'm sure."

You shook your head. "He's never late. Something's wrong."

"Hey, relax your paranoia. Perhaps traffic is bad or he got tied up with work. He'll be here, I'm sure."

You tried to believe her, but you were sure something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. Chris was never late.

In an effort to make it look like you were bothered by the fact he wasn't there, you tried to get all of your work done. However, you eventually found yourself wiping down the counter for the third time in the last hour. It made your boss tease you, which made you tease her back. But you were still anxious. Where was Chris?

Just as you were about to shoot him a text, the door to the cafe burst open. There he was, still trying to stuff papers into his satchel, his hair disheveled, and his jacket half on, half off. Despite how messy he looked, he was still as handsome as the first time you saw him.

He gave you a lop-sided smile and a small wave. "Hi. Sorry I'm late."

"Oh, we were so worried about you!" Your boss dramatically replied, earning a shove from you.

"She's joking! I was just about to start working on your order. I wanted to make sure it was still warm when you got here." You quickly explain, trying to keep your blush down.

He nods and his smile widens. "Thank you so much! I'll just be at my usual spot."

As he went back to his table by the window, you rushed to get his latte and cinnamon roll order done. You could feel your anxiety from earlier ease and a smile stretch onto your face. As per usual, you felt so much better now that he was here.

When the order was done, you took a deep breath and turned to go deliver it to him. But as soon as you did, you felt your heart sink into my stomach.

There was a girl leaning over Chris, batting her eyelashes and brightly smiling. She was totally flirting with him. You felt so dumb for getting so excited to see him when he had plenty of other girls fawning over him. You really didn't want to give his order, but it's your job. So, taking a deep breath, you make your way over to his table with his order in hand. You kept telling yourself to be quick and then take your break in the walk-in.

"Oh my God, you're so funny!" She cackled and it made your skin crawl.

Chris gave a small chuckle before noticing you. "Oh, hey! Thank you so much for the coffee and the cinnamon roll! Is this the biggest one you have? It's massive!"

You gave a pained smile. "Yep, I thought you'd enjoy it."

"I love cinnamon rolls!" The girl gushes, dipping her finger into the frosting on top. "They're super sweet!"

It took all of your power not to outwardly cringe as she sucked the frosting off, staring at Chris as she did so. With a pained grin, you gave a curt nod.

"Well, I'll leave you the two of you be."

"Wait!" Chris called out to you. "Aren't you going on break soon? Care to join me?"

Before you could open your mouth, the girl began to whine. "But I thought we were hanging out!"

Chris pursed his lips. "Frankly, I'd rather not. I would prefer it if you would please leave me alone."

She scoffed. "So, you'd rather hang out with some cafe worker than with me? Ugh, I don't have to take this! I'm leaving! Have fun with boring conversations about coffee and pastries!"

As she sauntered off, you heard Chris heave a sigh and slump down in his chair. You bit your lip. How were you supposed to respond in this situation?

"I'm sorry." You mumbled. "I shouldn’t have made you push her away. I'll just go now."

As you were about to leave and go drown yourself in whipped cream, you heard him say, "Actually, I wanted her to leave."

"Oh?"

He nodded. "Yeah. She was making things really awkward and uncomfortable."

You gave a small laugh. "Oh good, it wasn't just me then."

Your smile widened as he laughed along with you. "Nope. Not just you. But, I was hoping you would stay."

"You want me to stay?" Your eyes widen a little at his words. Sure, it wasn't the first time the two of you spent your break talking, but this was the first time he actually articulated that he wanted to spend time with you. It made your heart skip a beat.

He nodded. "Yeah, I wanted to show you something."

You nod and sit across from him. "Is it another playlist?"

"Not exactly."

As he took out his laptop, he turned it towards you. It looked exactly like a playlist. You gave him an unimpressed look, though there was a grin still tugging at your lips.

He bashfully chuckled. "I promise while it may look like a playlist, it's not. I mean, what I mean to say is, just look at the first song."

You squinted at it and gasped. "Did you make that song?"

"Yeah, I did. I wanted you to listen to it and tell me if you like it."

As you nod, you take the headphones he offers you and put them on. He plays the song and for the next three minutes, you are transported to another world. It was like the song was calling to your soul. You couldn't help but get entranced by the music and the words, absolutely in love with everything about it. As the final notes played, you couldn't help but be a little disappointed; you wanted it to go on forever!

"Well? What did you think?" He asked as you took off the headphones, a hopeful shine in his eyes.

"It was amazing! Seriously, you have such a gift, I'm a little jealous! I could listen to it everyday if I could!"

"Really?" He sounded surprised and you nodded in response.

"Absolutely! It was so beautiful!"

He blushed and ducked his head. "Thank you. That really means a lot coming from you. Especially because I made it for you."

Your heart stuttered to a stop. "You made it for me? Really?"

He nods before looking you in the eyes, his cheeks a bright shade of red. "I didn't know how else to say it so I thought it would be easier to put it into a song. I really like you. Like, like you like you. And if you would be willing to consider, I would love to take you on a date this weekend."

You couldn't believe your ears. Was your favorite person in the entire world really just asking you on a date right now? It felt like a dream come true! You were not about to let this golden opportunity slip past you.

"Yes, I would love to go on a date with you!" You nod, your cheeks hurting from how wide your smile is. "Although, if you don't mind, I'd rather not go get coffee for our first date, seeing as it's my job."

He nods. "Oh, of course. I was actually thinking about taking you to this little bistro down the street."

"Oh, my cousin works there!"

"Are you serious?"

"One hundred percent."

"Wow." He laughs and shakes his head. "Well, how about I meet you there this Saturday at, say, seven?"

"I'll be there! I can't wait!"

"Me neither."

And wouldn't you know it? The next episode of his podcast was all about first dates and how much he loved going on a date with you.

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[beetsandskzreads]

chan and his falling in love with you shenanigans

this is how I see it going down:

at first doesn't know how to act around you so he's very shy and polite

can barely look you in the eye like the way he acts around older people and people he respects (I just imagine his eyes looking around and a lot of tugging his ear)

laughs a lot

in conversations often reaches out to touch the side of your upper arm or your shoulder to try to reassure you but otherwise very respectful with personal space

letting you walk in the room first, not in a romantic attempt but in a respectful and polite way

let's be honest he'd be falling in love and the boy wouldn't realize what hit him

when his heart starts to feel a little more than just tingly when around you or thinking about you, boy can't sleep

if he couldn't sleep before imagine him trying to figure out what went over his head to be feeling this way

sleepless nights with his head spinning with thoughts

I don't think this would be easy on him at first

like he'd be fully wondering not only if you feel the same way

but he'd be damn worried because you work at the company

dude starts thinking this is gonna distract him, affect him, affect your job, that there's no way he can enter a relationship

how were the kids gonna react? does this affect their group dinamic, would they feel weird if he started dating?

did HE want to start dating?

did you???

6am again, how'd he get here, he's got a lot to do tomorrow (or today lol) how's he gonna function

wait he might SEE YOU??? omg what if he see's you in the company ahh why's he like this, his ears are getting red and he buries his head below his blanket

has he fallen in love? he quite literally can't even fall asleep

but when he finally does he dreams about you ;)

he genuinely thinks he isn't okay, he doesn't know how to deal, eventually gets up and washes his face with cold water to get some "sense back into himself"

we all know how that story goes, love is a very obvious feeling chan, you just need to figure out how to fit it into your life

which he spends the rest of his nights for weeks or even months trying to do

meanwhile I think he'd act a bit more serious and "professional" around you, although still soft and polite as always

he's trying to keep his composure, the kids are counting on him to make responsible decisions

gets very awkward and blushy and starts tucking his ear again when the members mention your name and they start to think it's sus

when they finally get it out of him to tell them how he feels about you, they start a journey, collectively, to force him to confess to you

and boy was it hard, chan was really pondering his odds and how this would affect everything

but after the kids begged for weeks

he realized with their support,.,., maybe it could work

so he finally started to ease up around you gradually

and eventually started to purposefully try to hang out with you more

and only then, after a few peaceful evenings together talking about random work things and other personal things that started popping into the conversation, as he realized you seemed to like being around him as well

he very subtly and softly confessed

not like I'm in love with you

but something about him really liking to hang out with you and he'd like to get closer to you if that's okay with you, knowing he doesn't want to jump into anything because he knows relationships with idols can be a bit scary, but if you'll agree he'll make sure to respect your pace and to-

and he's being kissed by you

his ears are on fire, his brain running thousands of miles per hour until a few seconds later he's all no thoughts just feeling like he entered heaven and that everything will be okay

will blush and be giggly forever when around you

with time becomes confident enough to make flirty comments and to compliment you boldly and after he starts he just keeps going

careful there he's a charmer

seriously tho he'd be an unexplainable mix of shy+blushy and bold+smirks

the things he was worried about slowly disappear as you two get through new stages of your relationship together

now all that keeps him awake at night besides all nighters at work is thinking about his moments with you and trying to text you to see if maybe you're awake

bc if you are you guys just text and blush at your phones for hours

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[etherealinowrites]

Can you please write a fluff of a pregnancy with bangchan

Yn is in the middle of her pregnancy!

three crates | bang chan

pairing - pregnant female reader x husband bang chan

genre- fluff!!!!

summary- just chan being a loving husband <3

warnings- pregnancy, waking up in the middle of the night.

wc-1K~

permanent taglist: @dreamescapeswriting , @lix-ables , @cocainee-queen , @mwitsmejk , @im-the-charmer

taglist, skz masterlist

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bang chan was one of the sweetest people you’d ever had the pleasure of coming across in your life. he was caring, warm hearted, sweet, considerate and right now, he was being one hell of a nuisance.

“oh god just stop it already!” you chastised, rolling your eyes as your husband apologised to you for the thousandth time. “i’ve told already that’s its okay! channie stop this now.”

chan pouted, pushing out his lips as his frown deepened and he shook his head. “no. you cant forgive me so easily like this! i forgot to get you your favourite drink.” as if to make his point, his arms around you tightened and you sighed.

“baby. look at me, it’s alright, you don’t have to remember things i say all the damn time. you have a life too.” you hummed, bringing your hands up to his curly hair and petting down his curls softly. “i can’t blame you for making such simple errors now can i? nor should you. it’s just a drink chan, i can literally have minho get it in under half an hour.”

chan let out a deep sigh. “that’s exactly the problem. i don’t want him to. i am the one who should get it.”

you frowned. turning to face him. it was quite struggle to navigate through his strong arms around you but you managed, along with your huge baby bump.

“channie, you don’t have to do everything just because you’re the father. it’s okay for others to fill in your shoes once in a while. besides, it’s not like you would ever do this on purpose. now whatever, forget about this-.”

“but y/n-.” he complained, cutting you off but you shook your head with a firm no.

“i don’t want any more discussions on this or i will call han over and then you’ll have to handle both of us screaming over nothing.” you threatened jokingly, making chan crack a small smile too before he straightened suddenly.

“yes ma’am, forgetting this ever happened. handling one silly human i love is enough. i cant have two in the same room.”

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the next morning welcomed you with a light stomach ache. eyes still groggy from sleep, you tossed around a little as you closed your eyes and tried going back to sleep.

“oh great.” you muttered unamused as all the sleep left you in one go, making your eyes snap wide open.

“what is it baby.” soft hands were at your waist immediately, one of them rubbing smooth circles on your belly. “are you alright?” chan mumbled, sleepiness evident in his tone as he whispered to you.

“yeah yeah, i’m alright chan go to sleep.” waved his concerns off, sitting up slowly. chan immediately shot up, handing you support as you sat up.

“really baby, do back to sleep. i’m pretty sure it’s nothing.” you reassured him once more. “nothing a little chamomile tea cannot fix.” you chuckled, but chan did not take it as a joke. he rushed out of bed, shaking his sleepiness off as he pulled his shorts on.

“chan what-.” you began, eyes wide as you stroked your baby bump slowly.

“i’m gonna make you some tea, then i’ll put on your favourite disney movie and we’re gonna go to sleep with huge smiles on our faces.” he mumbled, reaching over to peck your lips lightly before he walked out of the room.

you smiled, sighing in love and adoration for the man you called husband.

he was before you knew it, smiling widely with a tray of tea cups in his hands as he giggled while placing them down, his hands were soon on your bump, feeling your little baby as he talked to it.

“hey there champ, now drink this up and let your mommy sleep okay? don’t trouble her a lot for daddy!” chan joked, making you smile as you took a sip of the perfectly brewed tea.

“oh god this is wonderful channie.” you sighed, closing your eyes as you let the tea wake your sore body. “thank youuu.” you sang, caressing his cheeks as his dimples appeared.

“no worries babe, also i called up dr yang and she mentioned that it’s nothing serious. however if you fell any other sort of discomfort besides the usual soreness, then you have to take the pink tablet with half a glass of warm water,” chan cleared his throat, tone solemn as he told you all this. “so wake me up if you feel even the tiniest sort of discomfort okay?” he rose his eyebrows, telling you to listen to him.

you nodded, smiling as you motioned for him to cuddle beside you. “now come here, i wanna watch brave.” you pouted.

“already on it,” mumbled chan as he got up, swiftly switching to brave on the television as he clicked play, then scooted in bed beside you.

his arms automatically came around your shoulders, caging you in as you softly laid your head on his chest, listening to the soft thrumming of his heartbeat.

within seconds your eyes felt heavy, the effects of the tea taking place as your hands fell limp, face smooshed further against chan’s chest and your eyes began fluttering open and close.

chan chuckled wordlessly as he slowly placed you both down, making you lie comfortably on the bed. he flicked the movie off with, then turned off the side lamp before returning to your side.

the biggest lazy smile on your face as you neared him, snuggling beside his warmth as he hugged you close, letting you steal his love.

“sleep well my love, and my little champ in there.” he cooed, stroking soft circles on your hip as you mumbled a sleepy good night back before finally closing your eyes and letting slee take over.

—

bonus

the next morning you woke up to three crates of your favourite drink in your kitchen.

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a/n- tysm for this request sweetie! i hope you like it!!

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[skzddicted]

rock

bang chan (bf) x gn reader

wc: 524

fluff, established relationship

warnings: uhhh I don't think there's any please let me know if you find any!!!!!

a/n: hiiii this is my first fic i post on here (i def wasn’t a wattpad writer or anything) so i’d really appreciate feedback on what i could do better or just in general a comment on how u like it/what u thought :)) A reblog or like if u liked it would also be very very appreciated :D

another short a/n : this is like 99% me writing abt my own rock obsession wishing i had a chan&lt;;/3 yes i did have an emo phase

The music blasted through the speakers while you and Chan sang along. 

It was fun. You didn’t know how much you needed this road trip with him, but it felt so freeing being away from daily life and work, even if it was just for a bit, it felt so good. Especially being with Chan.

As the song that was playing slowly came to an end you picked up your phone to play another you were in the mood for. “Is it fine if I switch to another playlist?”, you looked up at Chan, who nodded, eyes still fixated on the road “Yeah sure, go ahead.” Little did he know you were going to play your rock/hard rock playlist on shuffle since you haven’t really listened to it in a while and missed blasting it in the car.

It wasn’t that you were hiding it on purpose or anything like that but it just never really occurred to you to bring up your literal obsession with rock and metal in a conversation with Chan, which was quite odd since music was your topic of conversation more often than not. So the look of surprise on Chan’s face when you started the song and started singing along was priceless.You didn't see it though since you were way into your singing to notice anything around you, you also didn’t notice the fond smile adorning your boyfriend’s face as he glanced at you.

In Chris’ eyes you were adorable.

He let you finish your song before starting to talk. “Didn’t know you were into rock”, he chuckled, turning to look at you with his eyebrows raised.

He let you finish your song before starting to talk. “Didn’t know you were into rock”, he chuckled, turning to look at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you about it?”

“Nope”

With the realization slowly hitting you you got more and more shy. ‘Idiot.’ You thought to yourself ‘What if he finds it weird or cringe even?? Ofc he would, who even listens to music from over 10 years ago anymore??? Great. Now he thinks you’re-’ 

“You’re so cute” Chan cut off your train of thought as if he could read your mind.

“What?” You were dumbfounded. Cute??? He thought you were cute after this????

“Yeah, I mean, it was definitely unexpected but it’s cute.” He chuckled again and the shyness hit you even harder than before. 

Now you were a blushing mess trying to hide your face in your hands, the music playing long forgotten. Chan glanced at you again then started laughing.

“You still blush when I call you cute?”

“Shut up” you replied trying to hide your face even further. “You’re adorable” Chan said, patting your head as you whined for him to stop.

“By the way,” he spoke again after a bit, making you look up at him “Hm?”

“Send me the playlist I like it.”

Your whole face lit up with excitement “Really?” “Yeah,” He smiled “You know It’s also great inspo for our new album since we really wanted to go for a rock concept.” You sent him the playlist immediately and started rambling about your favorite songs and bands, and you were the happiest sharing something you loved with the person you loved the most.

masterlist

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[hwangphoria]

It’s time for a break. (Bangchan Oneshot)

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WARNING: this Oneshot contains She/Her Pronouns and has a high amount of angst and mentions of abuse. If you are not comfortable. Please do not proceed.

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Why in the world hasn’t he come home yet?

I checked my watch as I laid there watching the drama that I binged every night while chan was away at work… it was nearly 12 am.

He has been working late every single night and it’s absolute bullshit. The company fails to recognize that he is a human being. He deserves a break too, but he is constantly overworked to his limits.

The blood inside of me is almost boiling at the time I hear the beeping of the buttons from the keypad on the door, signaling Chan’s arrival as I got up from my spot on the couch and made my way over to the front door, my heart softening at the thought.

A smile had crept on my face as the joy had also crept in my heart after feeling so empty all day. As soon as I got there, Chan has already taken off his shoes, and locked the door behind him. His curly hair tousled from the long day of work, only making him look that much more attractive.

He soon turned to face you and the smile that had made its way on your face, soon faded as your heart dropped in your chest after you were met with his emotionless eyes.

Even after such a long day he was usually pretty happy to see me

“Baby what’s wrong…?”

I asked him softly, his eyes turning away from me, still as emotionless as before as he tan his hand through his hair and made his way past me into the living room. Without even saying a single word, my heart had shattered into a million pieces.

“I have dinner ready! I made your favorite Channie!”

I chimed as I followed him from a distance into our shared room, still not receiving a single word in return.

Why in the hell is he being like this? I mean I know work is hard sometimes but I can’t remember a single day in the past 3 years where it has ever been THIS bad. I’ve never seen him this way in my entire life.

“If you’re not hungry, that’s okay if you’d like I can run a bubbl-“

“Wont you just shut the fuck up, please? I’m tired and I want to sleep.”

He snapped, causing me to stop dead in my tracks as we had finally made it to our bedroom, before I could even process another thought my heart absolutely crumbles like a pile of dirt, a pain shooting through my chest already feeling the lump begin to form in my throat.

He paused as well, a few moments later turning around to face me, and the regret had already coated his face and filled his eyes, beginning to walk towards me to apologize, but I held my hand out for him to stop.

“Y/n-“

“No Chan. I’m… completely fine. I understand that you have had a long day… I just need a little bit of time for myself… and I think that you should too… I’m gonna go for a walk… and um…”

I paused in the middle of my sentence, trying to find the right words to say, but my mind struggled as I tried to focus on not breaking down and sobbing, a few moments later regaining my train of thought.

“I just need to think about things for a little bit okay? And… I’ll give you some time to unwind and give you time for yourself. Okay?”

I gave him a soft smile, which I had to admit was kind of forced, but I knew that he probably needed it. I let out a deep breath to contain my tears and turned around and headed back out of the room.

I need to hurry up and get out of here before I turn into the biggest crybaby the world has ever seen.

I quickly made my way to the front door, pulling my coat over my body to protect my air from Seoul’s brutal chilly wind, along with my slippers before heading out of the door, and eventually out of the building.

It’s going to be okay Y/N… you… just got to learn not be such a sensitive crybaby all of the time. He’s just tired…

Chan’s POV:

Oh my god…

Why in the hell did I just say that? Why didn’t I stop myself? I don’t even… mean that I’ve just been overly stressed and… my god.

I then turned around, coming face to face with the small, now fragile girl in front of me, my heart breaking in half as the regret automatically filled within me.

“Y/n-“

I began to walk towards her, but she held her hand out for me to stop, which I had obeyed, sitting there trying to find the right words to say.

As she spoke I could feel my heart eventually breaking into a million more pieces, wanting yo just run and hug her but I have to respect her wishes… and her personal space.

I watched them walk out of the room, walking into the door frame myself as I watched them leave the apartment from here, feeling my heavy heart sinking down into my chest.

I can’t believe I let my stress get the better of me… it took her so long to trust me this much, and I’m afraid I just ruined it all.

I know that may seem dramatic. But Y/N is a very fragile person who has had… so many people hurt them in the past, and I promise them I would never become one of those people.

But I think I just did.

Y/N’s POV:

I looked down at the time on my phone, thinking for a few minutes and finally deciding I’ve been out here long enough, taking a deep sigh and getting up, beginning to make my way back to the apartment.

It’s been about an hour… and I’ve thought about plenty of things…

Chan would never do anything to purposely hurt me, and I know that. I think he just needs a break from work, but I know the chances of his company letting him do that are low to none. Chan is also a workaholic, and I don’t want to be controlling and restrict him.

But for the sake of his mental health, I think it’s the right thing to recommend he ask for a short break.

As soon as I had seen the regret in his eyes, I knew that he hadn’t actually meant it. He’s a good guy, and he’s helped me through so much of the shit that other people have caused me from my past. I shouldn’t be asking for anything more.

I had then arrived at the apartment building, walking inside and making my way up and down the hall to our specific room, taking a deep breath within before clicking in the code and pushing the door open.

I slowly opened up the door, peeking around to see if Chan was anywhere near. After seeing that he wasn’t, I made my way inside, shutting the door quietly behind me, feeling to warms snake their way around my waist, causing me to jump just slightly.

There they are. The butterflies.

“Y/N.”

He buried his head into the crook of my neck, feeling his hot breath against my skin as he let out a shivering sigh. He had been crying.

He then loosened his arms and turned me around so that we were now face to face, my eyes automatically meeting the tears that filled his own, a frown subconsciously growing on my lips.

“Baby what’s wro-“

“The dinner that you made was so so so good. And I’m so sorry… you didn’t deserve any of that. Work… is just… I’m so fucking tired and I don’t know what to do. I need to be there but I really don’t feel like it…”

He was practically sobbing, shaking his head as he buried it back into my shoulder, the ache in my chest returning as I wrapped my arms around him, a deep sigh escaping my lips as all the tension left my body.

This boy just doesn’t know when he’s reached his limits… it happens to the best of us.

“Baby, please don’t cry. I’m okay. And I know that you didn’t mean it, but look at me please.”

He waited for a few moments, sniffling s bit begote he listed his head to look at me, a smile growing on my lips as his bloodshot eyes had met mine.

“You need to ask for a few days off. It won’t hurt them I promise. Your mental health is important. And they need to understand that. Okay honey?”

I spoke softly, cupping his cheek with my hands as I wiped his test stained cheeks with my thumbs, a nod coming from him in return, nodding back at him in response.

“So, you liked my food eh? I told you I had made your favorite.”

I side eyed him as a smirk grew on my lips, causing him to roll his eyes playfully and shake his head.

“Yes, it was very very yummy.”

He wiped his eyes from the rest of his tears, feeling another ache signal from my chest at the sight of him crying, taking ahold of his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

“Where are we going baby?”

He questioned, following close behind me as we did. When we reached the bedroom, I placed him in front of the bed, sending a little smirk as I looked up at him before pushing him back onto the bed gently, his eyes widening.

“Oh?”

He smirked, raising his brow as he leaned back even more as I walked over to the bedside table shaking my head in disbelief as I pulled out the remote to the tv from the drawer.

“No, you dirty dog. We’re watching Nemo, so get your horny ass up so we can cuddle.”

He let out a sigh, causing a giggle to escape from mine as he shifted himself up into a higher spot on the bed, opening up his arms wide for me to climb in.

And I did exactly that, feeling all the tension leave my body.

finally back in the arms I belong in.

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[mostlycompetentwriter]

Teaser - Thunderous

F/M Pairing: Fem! Reader x Bang Chan

Summary: The Wolf King’s name seared your heart. You had been chosen as the youngest and most expendable daughter to be his mate. But you were terrified of the legends surrounding his bloody campaigns. How were you going to survive?

The sun was warm as you reclined your head, eyes closed as you accepted the gracious touch - burning just as hot as your sister’s intense stare.

“Do you have something to say?” you huffed.

Her smile was clear in her tone. “You just seem...different.”

“How so?”

“Like you’ve been tamed.”

Your eyes flew open at the comment, glaring at her. “Stuck in an arranged marriage, you mean?”

“Mine was arranged as well, but you can rest assured that I don’t take the same comfort from my particular suitor.”

“I hardly take comfort from the Wolf King,” you argued, but Grace simply shrugged.

“If you say so.”

“What’s so bad about Hyunjin anyway?”

Her smile curdled. “He keeps busy with his whores,” she said, shocking you with such an accusation.

“Grace-”

“Don’t.” Your sister sighed. “There’s nothing you can do.”

She attempted to restore her previous smile, looking back over your shoulder with a sigh. “I like your Wolf King,” she eventually said. “He cares about you a lot. I haven’t seen him take his eyes away from you once.”

Grace must be imagining things. “He’s tolerable at best,” you decided, earning yourself a snort from your sister.

“My how your perspective has changed,” she remarked, turning once again to the lukewarm tea in front of her.

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[viastro]

memories that resemble you | lee chan

ミ★ synopsis: the people that you’ve met are meant to be there in your life, on most occasions. however, the person that you’ve set up your whole life with is one where you know they’re irreplaceable. with every flashback that you may encounter comes hope for the upcoming future, and that was the reason why you were always looking forward to meeting him.

ミ★ genre: strangers to lovers!au, angst, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: major character death, mentions of car accident

ミ★ word count: 11,233

ミ★ pairings: chan x gender neutral reader / brief wonwoo x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! it’s been a while since my last oneshot eEK, but i really hope you guys like this one :> it took me a while to write it and it ended up being as lone as a bible passage... idk why all my oneshots end up being so long but oh good gor </333 anyways... make sure to give chan lots of love <333

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so fired and it’s not even my actual job yet!” You curse to yourself as you practically leap off the bus, running through the crowded streets of Seoul to get to work. 

You may be late, but you think that making it to your internship five minutes late is better than showing up to it ten minutes late.

And you’re on minute three, you’re really pushing it today.

Adjusting your grip on your bag, you let out a small breath of relief when the tall building comes to view. You’re about to run faster when your shoulder collides with another passerby, resulting in you falling backwards with a squeak and the stranger falling to the side with a yelp.

You let out a groan of pain and glance down at your hand, wincing when you see the small bit of ripped skin in the middle of your palm. Your eyes widen when you quickly remember that you’re not the only one who got hurt, and you quickly turn and blurt out, “I’m so sorry!” 

You stare at the top of their head as they brush off their jeans, waving a hand at you to try and let you know that it’s okay. You practically crawl over to them and bow your head, “No, really. I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I…”

The rest of your apology dies in your throat when you look up and find yourself staring into the eyes of the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. His black hair is grown into a mullet, emphasizing his sharp eyes and strong features. The corners of his lips are curled upwards as he gazes into your eyes, and you blink out of your daze when he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“It’s okay, really. I’m not hurt.” The stranger reassures you, and you bite your bottom lip as you glance down at the wound on your hand. His eyes follow yours, and his mouth drops open slightly when he sees your injury. “Oh no, do you have a bandaid?” 

You shake your head, “No. Contrary to popular belief, I’m usually quite careful and don’t get hurt often.” 

The black haired beauty just stares at you in silence for a moment, before looking down at his own hands. You tilt your head at his reaction, only to gasp when his shoulders start to visibly shake from him holding in his laughter. 

You reach out and playfully hit his knee with a laugh, completely forgetting that this is a complete stranger you bumped into in the middle of the sidewalk. “Are you laughing at me?!”

He finally lifts his head back up, and there’s a bright smile on his face as he nods at you. Your heart jumps at the pretty sight, thinking of how he has a beautiful smile when he responds, 

“It’s a bit ironic for you to have said that to me, the person you bumped into, which led to you hurting your own hand.” He tells you, and you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from snorting at what he said. Nodding your head, you wave your hand, “Okay, true.” 

Your eyes fall onto the watch on your wrist, and you blink when you see the time. 

12:06 PM

Well, I’m already late, you think to yourself. Letting out a grin, you hold your uninjured hand out towards the stranger, 

“Hi, I’m yn yln.” 

And he looks down at your hand for a moment, before reaching out and grasping your cold hand with his warm one. He glances back up at you and gives you a smile,

“Hi, I’m Lee Chan.” 

You slowly blink your eyes open, the sound of your alarm stirring you out of your dream. Rolling over, you turn off the alarm on your phone, before rolling onto your back again. You face your white ceiling with a tired stare, looking at each individual glow in the dark star that was put up one Summer night.

The vibration of your phone on your bedside table catches your attention, and you turn your head towards it. Reaching out, you pick up your phone and hold it above you.

gyu: we’re still meeting at 2 right ?

You rub your exhausted eyes with the back of your hand, before typing out yes and sending it. Letting your arm fall back onto the bed, you sigh when you notice one of the stars beginning to peel at the corners. 

“Time to get ready.” 

“Yn!” You look up from the floor to see the tall brunette waving at you from one of the tables. A smile immediately takes over your features, and you hurry over to him. He engulfs you in a tight hug as soon as you’re close enough, and you let out a chuckle and pat his back. “Wow, someone missed me.”

Mingyu pulls away and frowns at you, “Of course I did! I can only see you like, once a month.” 

You just chuckle and sit down in the seat across from him. He hands you your menu as you quickly thank him before looking through the variety of drinks and food options. After a moment of trying to decide what to order, you set the menu back down onto the table, just to find Mingyu staring at you.

“You seem more excited to see me than usual.” You point out as you take a sip of water, and he lets out a gasp. “Is it so wrong of me to be happy that I’m spending time with my best friend in the whole wide world—”

“What do you want?”

“I forgot my wallet at home, so you have to pay for our meal today.” Mingyu confesses, and you throw your head back with a groan. You pick up the butter knife and point it at him, shooting a glare as you say, “I’ll pay for our meal today, but you better Venmo me or buy me boba as a way to make up for it.” 

“That’s a given, yn. Now can you put the knife down? The poor waiter looks afraid.” Mingyu tells you, and you blink, turning your head to see the waiter staring at the knife in your hand with wide eyes. Your mouth drops open in shock and you quickly place it back next to the other silverware, before turning to the waiter with a bright smile. 

“Hello! I’ll have the strawberry sandwich and an iced matcha tea latte.” You order, and the waiter nods and hurriedly writes down your order on their notepad. You hear the brunette snicker behind his hand, and you kick his shin underneath the table, making his giggles turn into uneven breaths of pain as he tries to hold in his cries. 

“W-Will that be all?” The waiter stutters, now looking more afraid than before, and you nod your head. They tell you your food will be out in just a moment, before escaping from your table. Once they’re gone, Mingyu rests his forehead onto the table as he mutters, “Son of a bitch. Why are you so strong?” 

“I kickbox in my freetime, remember?” You remind him, and he lets out a breath as the memory of you bringing him to one of your practices comes to mind. “Right. I forgot Chan introduced you to that sport since you were always holed up at your internship and classes.” 

You chuckle, remembering the numerous activities the black haired beauty tried to introduce you to so that you can have an outlet for your emotions. He wasn’t too surprised when kickboxing ended up being the one for you, even saying verbatim,

“Should’ve known that the one who’s usually quite careful and doesn’t get hurt often would like kickboxing the most.”

“I met him yesterday.” Mingyu states after he sees the look in your eyes, and you glance up at him. He watches as a small smile forms on your lips after a moment, and you nod your head. “Ah, really? How was it?” 

Mingyu gives you a grin, “It was nice, I missed him a lot.” 

“Yeah, I miss him too.” You tell him, taking another sip of water as Mingyu tilts his head at you. “Then why don’t you go see him?” 

You shoot Mingyu a knowing look, “You know how we are. We’re both so busy that we made a schedule of when we can meet, so I only see him on the second and fourth Saturdays of the month.” 

“Couldn’t be me, but you guys were always stronger than I ever was.” Mingyu says with a chuckle, and you smile softly. The brunette looks at you for a moment longer, before glancing down to ask, “So does that mean you’re seeing him next Saturday?” 

You nod your head, taking a sip from your water and looking out the window, “It’ll be the fourth Saturday of the month, so yes.” 

A short silence settles over the table after your answer, and you turn to see Mingyu staring at your chest with a look in his eyes that you know all too well. You let out a quiet chuckle and glance down at your necklace, reaching up and playing with it as you ask, “How’ve you been, Gyu?” 

He shrugs his shoulders, contemplating on whether or not he should answer honestly as he looks back up into your eyes. After a moment of analyzing your features, he turns away with a light chuckle, “I’ve… I’ve been better.”

He quietly debates with himself on whether or not he should ask you the question that’s been on his mind. Rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans, he opens his mouth to ask you, only to stop when the waiter comes back and starts handing you both your food and drinks.  

“Thank you.” You say cheerfully to the waiter, who only gives you a fearful smile, before walking away from your guys’ table. You purse your lips and let out a breath, “I must’ve scarred that poor employee for life.”

“Considering how their hands were shaking the whole time they took your order, probably.” Mingyu says, and you snort. Shaking your head, you reach down and pick up the strawberry sandwich, only to pause and look up at the brunette. He raises an eyebrow at you, and you gesture to him, “Were you going to ask me something before the waiter came?”

Mingyu stares at you in silence, before shaking his head with a small smile. 

“No, no I wasn’t.”

“Why is the professor always late?” You quietly murmur after you take a peek at your watch, seeing that it’s already 5 minutes past the time your lecture was supposed to start. 

“You know, if the professor still doesn’t show up after 15 minutes, we’re legally allowed to leave.” A voice suddenly chimes in beside you, and you roll your eyes with a chuckle. Turning your head to glance at who decided to sit next to you, your eyes widen when you quickly recognize them.

“Lee Chan.” You breathe, and the black haired beauty smiles at his name escaping your lips. He pulls out the chair beside you and sits down, beginning to unpack his bag as he asks, “Have you been careful lately?”

Your shocked expression quickly turns into one of annoyance, and you scoff at him as you take a glance over at the blank projector screen. “Of course I have. I just wasn’t careful that one time.”

Chan chuckles at your reaction, and you spare a glance at his face, seeing the lingering hint of the smile on his lips that makes your heart thump a bit harder against your chest. Tapping your foot underneath the table, you tilt your head at him as you ignore your reaction to his smile.

“What a small world it is for us to not only attend the same university, but also be in the same class.” Chan nods his head at your words, giving you a small smile as he smoothly replies, 

“Maybe it was the world’s way of telling us that we should get to know each other.”

You blink, feeling warmth creep up your face at what he said as you quietly stare at him. The black haired beauty takes note of your silence, and grins as he turns to look into your surprised eyes. He rests his chin onto the palm of his hand and begins to ask,

“When the 15 minutes are up, do you want to leave the lecture together to get a cup of coffee—”

“Sorry class!” The two of you both turn towards the front of the auditorium, watching as your frantic professor hurries in with his folder of lecture notes. You listen as your professor hurriedly explains why he was late as he starts to set up the projector, but you turn your head towards Chan, not forgetting what the two of you were talking about before your professor rushed in.

Mustering up every ounce of courage in your body, you lean in towards the pretty boy and whisper in his ear, 

“We may not have made the cut for the 15 minute rule, but I’d love to get a cup of coffee with you after the lecture is over.”

An iced coffee being placed onto your table snaps you out of the memory, and you shoot the waiter a grin as you bow your head in thanks. Watching as they walk off, you glance back down at the coffee sitting before you, and let out a breath as you think of his reaction to your offer.

You lean back and wait for his reaction, hearing your own heartbeat against your ears when he turns to you with a bright smile. He nods his head and says in a sweet voice, 

“I’d love to, yn.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you lift up your drink and take a sip of the sweet coffee while glancing down at your lit up phone screen.

April 13, 2022

You smile softly to yourself, “Ten more days until I can see you, Lee Chan.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Boyoung asks from the front of your desk as you place your coat on the rack in the corner of the room. You turn around and look at your coworker with a raised eyebrow, “Why are you asking?”

The brunette bites her bottom lip as a smile begins to break out across her features, causing you to squint your eyes in suspicion.

“Boyoung…”

“What if I told you that I purposefully set you up on a double date?” She asks, and your eyebrows furrow. “Then I’d be very mad.”

Boyoung blinks after your answer, before nodding her head in thought and glancing around your office for a second. You take slow steps to your desk, watching as she thinks to herself while you begin to organize your folders. After a moment, she turns back to you with a big smile.

“Okay, well I accidentally set you up on a double date this Friday. AKA, tomorrow night.” 

You slam your papers onto the surface of your desk, completely forgetting about organizing as you shout, “Park Boyoung!” 

“What! You said you’d be very mad if I purposefully set up the blind date, which I, in fact, did not.” She defends rather proudly, making you scowl and reach out for the papers once again. 

“I’m not going on that date, so you better find someone else to go.” You tell her, already set on your decision. Boyoung lets out a panicked noise and reaches out, resting her hands on your shoulders to get your attention. You look up from your desk to see her staring at you with wide eyes, and you press your lips into a thin line. 

“What?” 

“Yn, please. You know how long I’ve been pining after Hyungsik!” Boyoung whines, and your mouth drops open. “This double date is with Park Hyungsik?!” 

“Yes! Hyungsik told me his friend has had a crush on you for a while and asked if he could help him.” Boyoung explains, and your eyes narrow. “Why does this involve me getting set up on a double date?” 

“Because Hyungsik told his friend that he and I are dating and that you’re my best friend so he can easily set it up…” Boyoung mutters, and you let out a frustrated breath. Scratching the back of your neck, you wonder how your friend can’t see how obvious it is that her feelings are reciprocated.

You can’t speak for shit, though. 

I was the exact same way, you think to yourself as you look at your friend who’s staring at you with pleading eyes.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you lower your voice slightly, “Boyoung, you know that Chan and I–”

“I know!” Boyoung exclaims with her hands up towards you, and you rest your hip against the table. She lets out a breath, “I know, yn. I promise that it’s just for one night, and I’ll do anything you want after it’s over. I just want to see what it’s like to be Hyungsik’s pretend girlfriend for a night.” 

You stare at your friend, seeing the hope in her eyes at the thought of her and Hyungsik’s relationship progressing, even if it’s just for one night. And while you would rather do anything than go on this blind date, you can’t bring yourself to be the one putting a stop to Boyoung’s happiness.

And so, you finally mutter, “Fine, I’ll go.”

“Are you crazy?!” You exclaim through your laughter, making the black haired beauty laugh even harder as he walks a bit further into the sea. You shake your head as he lets out quiet squeals from the cold water, watching from the shore as you stand underneath the umbrella while the rain falls around you.

The two of you were studying for your last finals only thirty minutes ago, but Chan told you he wanted to take a break. He convinced you that you both were just going to go get dinner and come back to the library, but instead he took you to the sea. 

You had asked him why he wanted to go to the beach while it was pouring rain, but he just smiled and pulled you towards the sand. 

Now here the two of you are, with Chan running into the cold ocean as the rain soaks through his clothes. 

“Lee Chan! You’re going to get sick!” You yell as he spins around in the water. You watch as he turns back towards you, the sun setting behind him as a bright smile takes over his features. Warmth floods your face from the beautiful sight, and you quietly wonder how someone could possibly be so pretty.

With these thoughts running through your head, you fail to notice him walk out of the water until he’s standing right before you. You blink in surprise at the sudden close proximity between the two of you, only to realize just how soaked he is from the water. 

“You’re definitely going to be sick tomorrow.” You say with a giggle as you move the umbrella so that it’s protecting him from the rain. Chan just grins and runs a hand through his wet hair, “Why don’t you come join me in the rain?” 

“Wearing wet clothes is uncomfortable.” You tell him, to which the black haired beauty just sends you a mischievous smile. You squint your eyes at this, “Chan, what are you planning–”

You’re cut off by Chan suddenly knocking the umbrella out of your grasp, and intertwining his fingers with yours. You let out a loud squeal as the rain hits your body, and before you can even shout at him, he’s pulling you into the ocean with him.

“Lee Chan!” You exclaim as you enter the cold water, and he lets out a loud laugh at your reaction. 

“Welcome the rain, yn!” Chan says, and you squint your eyes at him. Glancing down at the sea, you bite your bottom lip to stop the smile from coming onto your face when an idea pops into mind. 

“Is that a seashell?” You ask as you point down at the water. Chan raises an eyebrow as he glances down, and he tilts his head, “I’m not sure, let me see.” 

Right when the black haired beauty bends down so that his face is closer to the sea, you kick a large amount of water into his face. He lets out a shout and stumbles back, making you laugh as he sputters from the saltwater. 

He wipes at his face and looks at you in surprise, “I cannot believe you just splashed me!” 

“And I can’t believe you pulled me not only into the rain, but the sea!” 

“Well, aren’t you having fun?” Chan asks you, and you purse your lips as you turn away. You rub at your arms as you shrug your shoulders, trying to act nonchalant, “It’s alright.” 

Chan only stares at you quietly, and before you can turn and ask what he’s looking at, his arms are suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Chan, what are you doing?” You ask with wide eyes, resting your hands on his forearms as he giggles behind you. 

He tightens his grip around you, ignoring how fast his heart is beating as he answers, “I’m having fun.” 

“What?” 

And without warning, Chan lets himself fall backwards into the sea, bringing you down with him as you let out a scream of his name. 

The sound of the waves hitting the shore from a distance brings you back to reality as you turn your head to glance over at the sea. The sun is setting behind the water, painting the sky in brilliant shades of pink and orange, similar to the day you and Chan played in the rain. 

“Any reason why you and Hyungsik chose this restaurant?” You ask as you turn towards Boyoung, who is waiting patiently. She just shrugs her shoulders and sends you a quick glance, “Hyungsik thought it would be more romantic since it’s close to the sea, and we could go on a walk on the sand after we eat.” 

You nod your head absentmindedly, turning back towards the view of the water. The feeling of longing resonates in your chest as you remember that day. 

“Hyungsik!” Your head snaps in the direction Boyoung is shouting to, and a small smile forms on your face when you see the warmth that floods Hyungsik’s eyes when he turns and lays eyes on your friend. He raises his hand up and waves at her, “Boyoungie!” 

Your eyes trail over to the man beside him as the two begin to walk towards you and Boyoung, and you blink when you see how handsome the man is. He’s tall, around the same height as Hyungsik. His hair is resting over his forehead, almost covering his catlike eyes from sight. 

He is quite handsome, you think to yourself.

“Yn! You guys have met a few times before, but this is my best friend, Jeon Wonwoo.” Hyungsik introduces once the two of them have made their way over, and you let out a small smile at your double date for the night. He reaches out to shake your hand, “Hi, yn.” 

You nod and take hold of his hand, ignoring how cold it is as you shake it in greeting. “Hello.” 

“Should we head inside?” Boyoung asks, her eyes darting between you and Wonwoo to see if you’re uncomfortable. You nod your head, letting your hand fall from Wonwoo’s grasp as you give Boyoung a reassuring smile. “Yeah, let’s go. I’m hungry as hell.” 

“You didn’t eat lunch?” Hyungsik asks with a grin as the four of you enter the restaurant, and you shake your head with a huff of your breath. “Boyoung and I were so busy working on a presentation for our upcoming meeting that we ended up skipping lunch to finish it.” 

Hyungsik immediately turns towards your friend with a concerned expression on his face, “Boyoung, I could’ve brought you food.” 

“Ah! It’s okay! Yn and I can just eat a lot tonight.” Boyoung says with a smile, and you feel the corner of your lips quirk upwards at how red her ears are turning when Hyungsik continues to dote on her. 

“I don’t know why Hyungsik hasn’t confessed yet.” Wonwoo’s deep voice captures your attention, and you turn towards him to see the same knowing smile on his face as he watches your two friends interact while waiting for a table. You snort and turn away, “Don’t even get me started on those two.” 

You pause when you suddenly remember something, and glance back towards Wonwoo, “Wait, you know they aren’t dating?” 

The handsome man turns back to you with an incredulous expression, “Yeah, I’m the one who has to deal with Hyungsik’s cries over her whenever he drinks. Why? Was I not supposed to know?” 

“I know, yn. I promise that it’s just for one night, and I’ll do anything you want after it’s over. I just want to see what it’s like to be Hyungsik’s pretend girlfriend for a night.” 

You clench your fist at your side and quietly curse, “Park Boyoung…”

“Table for four?” Your head snaps up at the waiter, seeing that they’re waiting for you four to follow after them with a small grin. Hyungsik and Boyoung immediately turn towards them, and give them a smile in return. “Yes! That’s us.”

The four of you follow after the waiter, with you thinking of ways you can drown Boyoung in the ocean later as you’re led to a table. Wonwoo pulls out your seat for you, snapping you out of your thoughts as you turn to give him a small smile. “Thank you.” 

He grins as you sit down, before taking a step to the other side of the table and sitting down across from you. You take a sip of the water that was provided, ignoring the slightly awkward silence as you gaze around the restaurant. 

“So, yn.” You turn to Hyungsik and take note of the mirth in his eyes, making you squint in suspicion. “How do you feel about Wonwoo so far?” 

“Bitch–” 

Hyungsik tries to slap Wonwoo’s thigh inconspicuously, which ultimately fails because of the resounding noise it makes underneath the table. You bite back a laugh at the way Wonwoo presses his lips into a thin line to hold back from crying out in pain, before turning towards Hyungsik. 

“Since you’re asking me this question, should I ask how you feel about Boyoung so far?” 

“Yn.” Boyoung hisses, and you shoot her a look. Hyungsik leans back into his seat, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he gestures towards you with the menu in his hands. “Touché, touché.” 

You let out a breath and lean back into your seat as well, eyes gazing out the window towards the sea. You watch as the waves crash onto the shore again, feeling a bit of content wash over you as you unconsciously begin to play with your necklace. 

You fail to notice Wonwoo’s eyes lingering on the piece of jewelry as he begins to try and spark up a conversation with you again.

“WAA! The sea!” You smile fondly as you watch Boyoung run closer to the water with Hyungsik trailing after her, a smile on his face that matches yours. An elbow gently nudges you while you walk slowly, and you turn to see Wonwoo looking at you with a soft grin. 

“Do you like the sea too?” He asks, and you glance over at the water as you try to think of your answer. The lingering feeling of longing still resonates in your chest as you stare at it, and you quietly wonder if you’re going crazy when you can hear that familiar pretty laughter in the back of your mind. 

“I did.” You answer in a soft voice, and Wonwoo nods his head, feeling like he shouldn’t push any further. The two of you walk in relative silence, watching as Boyoung and Hyungsik play together near the water. 

“Why were you interested in me?” You ask quietly, and Wonwoo’s eyes widen a bit as he turns to you. You glance over at him and see his shocked expression, and you let out a small giggle. “Sorry, that question kind of came out of left field, huh?”

“Nono! I was just surprised by how straightforward you were, that’s all.” Wonwoo explains, and you grin at him. He lets out a breath and looks over to the full moon, watching as it shimmers over the dark waters. “Do you remember that surprise birthday party Boyoung held for Hyungsik a couple years ago?” 

You nod your head, a very brief memory of that night coming to mind. Wonwoo reaches up and scratches the back of his neck, “My eyes kind of just kept trailing over to you throughout the night.” 

“Stalker vibes.” You tease, and Wonwoo nudges you with his elbow, eliciting a laugh from you as you wave your hands to signal that you’re kidding. 

“This is going to sound weird, because I always thought that you were pretty.” Wonwoo begins, and you nod your head, waiting for him to continue. He bites the inside of his cheek, “But you didn’t really look like yourself that night, it was like… a shell of you? If that makes sense.” 

You stop walking at his words, turning to him with a slight furrow to your eyebrows. He gives you a small smile, “I found myself curious as to what was going on in your head, but then when we met again a year later for Boyoung’s birthday, you looked more like you do now.” 

“And what might that be?” You ask, listening to the waves crash onto the shore in the background. Wonwoo shrugs his shoulders with a grin, “Not interested in me.” 

You feel the corners of your lips tug upwards, and you look over towards the water, watching as Boyoung and Hyungsik laugh loudly as he tries to pull her into the sea. You sigh, glancing back at Wonwoo, “I’m sorry, Wonwoo. I didn’t want to make it obvious that I only went on this double date for Boyoung’s sake.” 

He laughs that deep laugh of his, and shakes his head at you. “It’s okay, I’m just glad I got to experience going on a date with you.” 

You feel grateful that Wonwoo’s such a nice guy, because you know any other man wouldn’t take this information as well as he did. Biting the inside of your cheek, you hear the sound of Boyoung screaming, and glance over to see her ankle-deep into the sea as she shouts at Hyungsik. He lets out a loud laugh and steps into the water with her, reaching out and holding her hands to make her dance around.

A small smile forms on your face from the sight.

“Do you still love him?” Wonwoo asks, breaking you out of your thoughts as you turn to look at him. He’s staring at you with a knowing smile on his face, seeming to know the answer before you even say it. 

Turning away, you look back over towards the sea, watching as the moonlight casts a glow over the dark waters. Wonwoo watches as your fingers fiddle with your necklace in silence, before you turn back to him with a grin.

“Yeah, I do still love him.” 

“Bye Boyoung! See you tomorrow!” You cheer right before you leave the building, letting out a bright laugh when you hear your friend quickly call out to you. Turning around, you take a step forward without looking ahead, only to walk directly into the person in front of you. 

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry–”

“It’s been a year since we met, and I’m still not convinced that you’re as careful as you originally claimed.” You immediately look up at the owner of the voice, only to let out a laugh when you see Chan looking at you with amusement dancing in his eyes. “Lee Chan!”

“Did you forget I was going to pick you up from work?” Chan asks as the two of you begin walking in the direction of the bus stop, and you nudge him with your shoulder. “It’s not my workplace yet, but as soon as we graduate this year it will be. I also didn’t forget!”

“It seems like you forgot based on your reaction~” The black haired beauty says in a singsong voice, and you roll your eyes. 

“I only reacted like that because I accidentally bumped into you.” You tell him, and he smiles with a shake of his head. “Tsk, tsk, so clumsy.” 

“Am not!” 

“Mhm, tell it to the judge.” Chan says once the bus arrives, and you slap his shoulder, making him let out a squeak of pain. You smile happily at this as you step onto the bus, and he watches as you even skip down the hallway of the bus. 

You sit down in one of the only available seats, and Chan stands in front of it, holding the handlebar as you begin to check your phone. He watches as you type out a response to Mingyu, and he bends down so that the two of you are face to face. 

“What does Mingyu want?” 

You snort, “Don’t you think it’s a bit rude to look at someone else’s phone screen?” 

“Says the one that has their facial recognition on my phone.” Chan retorts, making you giggle. 

“He was wondering when we’re free so that we can all hangout.” You explain without looking up at the black haired beauty, continuing to type out your message to Mingyu. He tilts his head, “He could’ve just messaged our group chat.” 

“Like you’d answer.” You chuckle, finally looking up from your phone, just to find your face inches away from Chan’s. Your laughter quickly dies in your throat, warmth flooding your cheeks as you stare into his eyes, seeing an indecipherable emotion in them as he looks back at you. 

After a moment of silence, the corner of Chan’s lips quirk upwards as he whispers, “I always answer you, don’t I?” 

The sound of your phone ringing gains your attention, and you quickly reach over and pick it up. Holding it to your ear, you greet the person, “Hello this is the Marketing Science department of Meta, yn yln speaking how may I help you?” 

You listen to the person on the other end, preparing to send them to the other department when you look up to see Boyoung entering your office with a slightly guilty expression on her face. You squint at your friend, already knowing what this is about as you press the button to transfer the call. 

“Well, well, well. Look who came into my office to apologize.” You state as you take a sip from your water bottle, fighting back a smile at the whine Boyoung immediately lets out. 

“Yn, I’m sorry!” 

“I can’t believe I didn’t ask you any more questions on who my date was going to be on this double date, because everything would’ve clicked in my head even though I hardly knew Wonwoo beforehand.” You say as you type on your keyboard, and Boyoung bites the inside of her cheek. 

You pause your typing and look up to see your friend fiddling with her fingers as she keeps her head down. Letting out a sigh, you lean into your chair and rest your chin on the palm of your hand. “Boyoung, you could’ve just been honest with me and I still would’ve gone on the double date for your sake.” 

“I just thought you’d say no if I told you the truth…” Boyoung mutters, and you tilt your head. “And why’s that?” 

The brunette finally looks up at you due to your question, and hesitantly gestures over to the single framed photo you have on your desk. 

“Because you’re still in love with Chan.” She says quietly, watching as you stare at the photo with an indecipherable emotion in your gaze. 

It’s a polaroid of you and Chan taken three years ago. The both of you are smiling brightly in the photo with your glow in the dark stars placed up on your ceiling. It was a picture that was taken to commemorate your guys’ finished project of putting up the stars, as well as being the day the two of you finally confessed.

“This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be, I won’t lie to you. I bought these stars as a way to celebrate the fact that we’re graduating in a week, but now I feel like this is more of a punishment.” You huff out after putting up another one of the stars. You swing your arm to try and ease the soreness of having to hold it up for so long, but to no avail. Chan chuckles from the other side of your room and points to your bed, “Take a nap, I can finish the rest.” 

“I would feel like a total shitter if I made you finish decorating my ceiling with glow in the dark stars.” You tell him, and he just waves a hand at you to signal that it’s okay. Pursing your lips, you fall back onto your bed and mutter, “Okay, only for two minutes.” 

“Why not five minutes?” Chan asks with a chuckle, and you just close your eyes and shake a finger at him.

“For discipline, Lee Chan.” 

You hear him let out a laugh at your reasoning, and you open an eye to take a peek at him. You watch as he continues to put up stars on your ceiling, and you feel warmth flood your cheeks when you take notice of how defined his triceps are. 

You quickly shut your eyes when he turns his head to glance at you, but you know he’s already caught you staring when he snorts. He shakes his head and puts up another star, “Stalker vibes.” 

You gasp and sit up on your bed, “Am not!” 

“Says the one who I just caught staring at me. First you claim you’re careful, then you deny being a stalker? Think you need to reevaluate yourself, yn.” Chan teases, and you grab your pillow and chuck it at him. He lets out a squeak when the pillow hits him, and your eyes widen when you realize he’s lost his balance. 

You quickly crawl over and grab his arm right as he starts to fall, pulling him onto the bed with you so that he doesn’t land backwards onto your floor. He falls onto you with an oof!, and you let out a quiet groan at the weight while he mutters apologies through his laughter. 

“You’re so heavy.” You whine as you open your eyes, only to freeze when you realize the compromising position the two of you are in. Chan’s deep brown eyes are boring into yours, his gaze unwavering. Warmth floods your face, but you can’t bring yourself to move away as he reaches up and tenderly pushes away some of the baby hair that fell over your forehead.

“Yn.” Chan whispers, his eyes trailing back towards your own after he brushed away the strands of hair. You gulp nervously, “Yes, Chan?” 

He looks at you in silence for a moment longer, and you almost slap yourself for feeling a bit of hope flood you the longer he stays quiet. A small smile takes over his lips a second later as he says,

“You are truly the epitome of not careful.” 

The slight hope that was in your chest is quickly replaced with annoyance as you scoff, pushing him off of you without another word. He lets out a laugh as he lands on his back right beside you, letting out a sigh of content as he stares up at the ceiling full of glowing stars. 

“The stars are pretty.” You murmur as you look up at the ceiling along with him, and you hear the sheets rustle beneath his head as he nods in agreement. “Yeah, pretty.” 

You turn your head to glance at him, and you suck in a breath when you find that he’s been looking at you this entire time. A blanket of silence lays itself over the two of you as you just stare into each other’s eyes, the glow in the dark stars shining above you both. 

“Yn.” Chan whispers, this moment being eerily similar to what happened moments ago. You bite the inside of your cheek, “Yeah, Chan?” 

He smiles fondly at you before confessing in a soft tone, “I love you.” 

Your heart stops in your chest at those three words leaving his mouth, something that you’ve been waiting to hear for almost six months. You weren’t sure if he would ever say it, let alone if he felt the same, but the overwhelming feeling of joy floods you as a bright smile takes over your lips. 

“I love you too, Lee Chan.”

A small smile forms on your face from the memory, and you turn away to look back at Boyoung, “I still ended up going on that double date for your sake, not for my own. You know that I’d do anything for you.” 

Your friend bites her bottom lip at your kind words, trying to hold back tears at how guilty she feels for lying to you. You let out a quiet laugh, knowing she feels incredibly remorseful as you stand up from your desk and walk over to her. 

“Boyoung, it’s okay. Just don’t do it again.” You reassure her, and she nods her head while gnawing on her lip in an attempt to hold herself back from crying. Her attempt fails though, due to the tears that begin to trail down her cheeks as her shoulders begin to shake.

Biting back a laugh, you reach out and pull your sensitive friend into your embrace. She immediately starts bawling her eyes out, wrapping her arms tightly around you as she cries out apologies once again.

And you just rest your cheek on the top of her head, patting her back gently as you remember that summer night with the glow in the dark stars.

You lay on your couch, with the hot dinner you made an hour ago now sitting cold on top of your dining table as you watch TV. Reaching out to grab your phone, you hear the sound of the door unlocking, and you roll over onto your stomach to find Chan rushing into your apartment.

You watch as he slips off his shoes and practically drops everything he’s holding onto the floor, looking around for you until his eyes lock with yours. You blink tiredly when you see the guilt flood his face as he looks at you. Without a word, you point in the direction of the dining table, and he glances over, just for his shoulders to slump forward like someone dropped a weight on top of him.

“Yn, I’m soso sorry. I was held up at the studio and—” 

“And you couldn’t leave early like you planned.” You finish the sentence for him, and he promptly shuts his mouth. Letting out a sigh, you sit up on the couch so that you’re not laying across the surface anymore, and pat the space beside you. 

Chan trudges over and plops down next to you, feeling incredibly guilty for being two hours late. He knew you were planning something special for your guys’ date night since you had been an hour late to your guys’ last date, so he already made it clear to his boss that he’d leave early. 

Then his boss paired him up to help one of the other choreographers at the studio, and he couldn’t leave until the two of them created a minute of choreography to a song that’s in the planning stage to be filmed. 

“Chan, I want you to know I’m not mad at you.” 

“But you should be. I kept you waiting when you made this delicious food for me.” Chan tells you, and you just shake your head at him with a small smile. “I was late to our last date, and you weren’t mad at me at all.” 

Chan presses his lips into a thin line, before lowering his head in shame. You bite your bottom lip and turn towards him, reaching out and grabbing his hand to get his attention. He doesn’t look at you, still feeling guilty about coming to your apartment late. 

“We’re both really busy people.” You begin, failing to notice the way Chan turns stiff from your words. “We graduated a year ago and started our real jobs, and we’ve been dating for over a year now.”

Chan stares down at your hand with wide eyes, wondering if he’s just imagining the worst possible outcome as you squeeze the back of his hand before continuing. “And I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but what if we—”

“Broke up?!” 

“Made a schedule.”

You stare into Chan’s teary eyes, wondering if you had heard him correctly. Your eyebrows furrow as you watch a tear trail down his cheek, and that’s when you realize you did hear him correctly.

“You dummy! Did you really think I was going to break up with you?” You ask with wide eyes, and the black haired beauty bites his bottom lip, before lowering his head again in shame. You let out a startled laugh, covering your mouth with your hand to try and muffle the sound while Chan’s shoulders begin to shake from crying.

“I-It’s not funny!” Chan exclaims, looking up at you with swollen eyes and wet cheeks. You lower your hand and coo at him, reaching out and cupping his face with your hands as you swipe away the tears under his eyes. “It’s a little bit funny.”

“How can that be funny?” He frowns, and you let out a breath.

“Lee Chan, don’t you know that I am so madly in love with you?” You ask, watching as Chan’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink as he stares into your eyes. You smile softly, “I would never break up with you, my pining for you would be in vain if I did so.” 

Chan snorts at that, eliciting a giggle from you as you lower your hands from his face. He sniffles and wipes at his cheeks with the back of his hands, “What do you mean by making a schedule?” 

You shrug your shoulders, “Since we’re both so busy, what if we designated specific days of our choosing to be the days we meet? Of course we’d need to look through our schedules to be able to choose a day where we know for sure we’re always free, but I feel like it would be better for our relationship that way instead of one of us always showing up late.” 

Chan purses his lips and nods, seemingly agreeing with your idea. Deep down, he wishes it wouldn’t have to be like this. He wants to be able to see you whenever he can, to hug you whenever he feels like it, but you’re both just so busy. 

“That sounds like a good idea.” Chan tells you, and you grin. 

“We can start figuring out days where we’re always free and coordinate from there.” You say, and he nods in agreement. A short silence washes over the two of you, only for you to break it by letting out a quiet giggle and patting his shoulder. 

“What? What’s so funny?” 

“I just… I just can’t believe you thought I was breaking up with you.” You say through your chuckles, and Chan rolls his eyes with a smile. He glances back at you, seeing you still laughing to yourself at the thought. Biting his bottom lip, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek, promptly halting all your laughter. 

He leans back a bit to see you now staring at him with wide eyes, clearly surprised by his act of affection. He smiles softly, before leaning in and quickly pecking your lips, causing you to squeak in surprise again. 

“Everyday I’m grateful that I was able to meet you, so I know I could lose you any time I mess up.”

You slowly blink your eyes open from the dream, the lingering feeling of his lips on yours following you from the memory. Rolling over on your couch, you glance over at your dining table to see the cold takeout food you ordered an hour before. 

You yawn tiredly and stand up from the comfortable couch, walking over to the table and picking up the plate of food. Stepping into the kitchen, you put the plate into the microwave and start to heat it up. As you wait, you pull out your phone and go to your contacts. Scrolling through, you tap on the contact and hover over the call button.

Biting your bottom lip, you press it and raise your phone to your ear. The sound of the phone ringing on the other end plays through your phone, and you glance down at the floor when you get sent straight to voicemail.

“Hi this is Chan, sorry I missed your call. I’ll try to get back to you as soon as I can… beep?”

You bite your bottom lip when you hear your own laughter in the background of the voicemail, tilting your head up towards the ceiling as you shut your eyes. The memory from this day is clear in your mind. You had been nagging him three years into your guys’ relationship to set up his voicemail, and the day finally came where you helped him do it because you couldn’t leave him a voicemail when he was late to a date of yours.

“You’re not supposed to say beep, silly! The automated voice message will do that for you–WAH!” 

“YN! How can you trip over your own feet?!” 

“Don’t make fun of me when I’m on the floor and in pain!” 

Chan’s laughter resonates through your phone, and the corner of your lips quirks upwards at the comforting sound you’ve missed. 

“You are seriously the most clumsy person I know—”

The rest of his sentence is cut off by the sound of the beep, and you slowly lower your phone from your ear. Hanging up the call, you glance at your lockscreen with a tired gaze.

April 20, 2022

You sigh and pocket your phone, looking up at the ceiling and muttering to yourself,

“Three more days, Lee Chan.”

You’re typing away on your computer, trying to finish the presentation notes in time for the deadline. You let out a breath and lean back into your chair, unconsciously fiddling with your necklace as you stare at your screen. 

“I’m distracted.” You mutter to yourself, scratching the back of your neck in frustration. 

“Knock, knock knock~” You glance up at the familiar voice, letting out a bright smile when you see Mingyu peeking through the entrance of your office. You stand up and hurry over to the door, wrapping your arms around him in greeting. 

“What are you doing here? We’re hanging out tomorrow anyway.” You say with a chuckle, and the tall puppy raises an eyebrow at you. He holds up the bag of takeout he brought, “Oh, so you want me to leave and eat the lunch that I bought for you?” 

Your eyes widen and you let out a nervous laugh, reaching out and grasping his arm, pulling him into your office as your answer. He giggles at your actions and follows you to your desk, placing the bag down onto the surface. 

“What’d you get me?” You ask as you start to untie the plastic, and Mingyu sits down in the seat across your desk. “I just got you jjajangmyeon.”

“Just? This is more than enough, thank you.” You tell him with a chuckle, sitting down in your chair and separating your chopsticks to begin eating. The brunette watches you quietly, before his eyes trail over to your computer. 

“Are you busy with work?” Mingyu asks, and you nod your head through a mouthful of noodles. He bites back a laugh at the sauce smeared across your lips, and he places one of the napkins beside the to-go container. 

Wiping your mouth, you let out a sigh as you glance at the unfinished presentation sitting on your screen. “I’ve been a bit distracted, so it’s taking a while to finish it.” 

Mingyu stays quiet at your answer, and you look at him when you don’t hear him respond. You blink when you see that same indecipherable emotion in his eyes as he stares at you, and you clench your jaw as you turn away. 

“Are you seeing Chan tomorrow?” He asks, and you nod your head. 

“It’s the fourth Saturday of the month.” You say in a quiet voice, mixing the noodles a bit more as you feel Mingyu’s eyes on you. Silence falls over the two of you, with you eating your noodles, and Mingyu watching as he tries to piece his thoughts together. 

“Why did you come, Gyu?” You finally ask, looking up at your friend with exhaustion evident in your gaze. He gives you a sad smile, “How have you been, yn? Really?” 

You blink a few times at his question, before placing your chopsticks down onto the container and leaning back into your chair. You shrug your shoulders, “I’m fine. I’ve just been a bit more tired recently.” 

“Is that all?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

Mingyu stares at you in silence for a moment longer, before letting out a breath and shaking his head. He leans back into the seat and gives you a small smile, but you can see the worry in his eyes as he waves a hand at you. 

“Nothing, yn. I was just worried about you.” 

You just give him a tight smile, picking up the chopsticks again and twirling some noodles around the pieces of wood. 

“I’m alright, Gyu. Don’t worry about me.” 

And Mingyu nods his head, listening quietly as you change the subject by talking about the presentation you need to finish. However, his eyes linger on your necklace, watching as it reflects the light with each move you make.

“You’ve already planned our next Saturday?” You ask with a teasing smile, and Chan nods his head with a smile that matches your own. He holds your hand in his, tracing circles on them while he looks at you with nothing but love in his eyes. You tilt your head, “Can I know what we’re doing on the fourth Saturday of April?” 

Chan shakes his head, and you raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend. He giggles at the suspicion in your eyes, and he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. Leaning back, he grins happily to himself at the shy expression on your face as you avoid his gaze. 

“Even after four years of dating, you still get shy.” He points out, and you gently kick him in the shin with your foot as you pout, “Shut up.” 

He laughs and pulls you into a warm embrace, making the pout disappear from your lips as your eyes flutter shut. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you take a deep breath, smiling to yourself at the comforting scent of his cologne. 

“Can I know what we’re doing on the fourth Saturday now?” You ask, voice muffled due to your face being nuzzled in his shoulder. He chuckles and pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, and your heart skips a beat when he pushes back some baby hair on your forehead. 

His eyes trail back to your own, and he grins, “No.” 

He chuckles when you immediately drop your arms from his waist and turn to walk around, only to stub your toe into your dining table. 

“FUCK!”

Chan lets out a loud laugh as he hurries to your side, comforting you as you hold your foot in a state of pure pain and anguish. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, feeling them vibrate with his laughter as you bite back a smile of your own. 

“I feel like you cursed me.” You mutter as you rub your injured toe, and the black haired beauty tilts his head at you. “How so?” 

“I was the most careful person alive before we met.” You state, making Chan teasingly roll his eyes as he pats the top of your head. 

“For some reason, I find that incredibly hard to believe.” 

Laughing lightly, you let go of your foot once the pain finally subsides. Crossing your legs on the floor, you glance at your longtime boyfriend with pleading eyes, and he squints at you. 

“What?” 

“Can you at least give me a hint of what we’re doing on the next Saturday we meet?” You ask, even pouting your lips for good measure. You watch as the corner of Chan’s lips quirks upwards, and he lets out a sigh as he leans back onto his hands. “Fine.”

Your face visibly brightens at this, and he giggles at how excited you look from the simple piece of information he’s going to give you. A fond smile remains on his face as he stares at you, watching as the sun rays peek through the window and cast a warm glow over your features. 

He’s never been more sure of something than he is with you. 

Chan leans in so that his lips are right by your ear as he whispers, 

“Meet me at the sea at 6 pm.”

You quietly watch as the sun begins to set over the dark waters, painting the sky in pretty shades of pink and purple. A small smile remains on your face as you stare out at the view, feeling excitement thrum through your veins as you wait for Chan to arrive. 

You haven’t been to the sea with the black haired beauty in a long time since the two of you are always busy, so you’re happy knowing that he planned this Saturday to be spent at the beach with you. 

Letting out a breath, you pull out your phone to check if he’s texted you, only for your eyebrows to furrow when you notice the time.

6:35 pm

“He’s late.” You murmur to yourself as you unlock your phone. Sending a quick message asking if he’s close by, your eyes remain on the last text he had sent almost an hour earlier.

chan <3: on my way !! see you soon, my clumsy love

Biting your bottom lip, you shake your head to get rid of the negative possibilities slowly coming to mind as to why he could be late. You suck in a deep breath to try to calm yourself down, setting your phone down beside you so that you can look out at the sea again. 

“He’s just stuck in traffic. He probably stopped by a restaurant to buy us food to have a picnic here.” You tell yourself, watching as the waves crash onto the shore a few feet away from you. 

Fiddling with your fingers, you pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. You rest your chin on the top of your knees, trying your best to push away the bad feeling that’s slowly inching its way up your throat.

“YN!” Your heart jumps and you quickly turn around to greet your boyfriend, only to freeze when you don’t lock eyes with Chan, but with Mingyu.

“Mingyu, what are you doing here?” You ask as you stand up from the sand, dusting yourself off with your hands. Picking up your phone from the ground, you finally look up at the brunette, and you feel your blood run cold when you see the tears falling past his cheeks. 

“Mingyu, what’s wrong–”

“Yn.” Mingyu states, and your eyes trail down to his hands, watching as they shake uncontrollably. You blink your eyes, looking back up in time to see a tear fall past his eye. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong again, only for your heart to stop when he finally says,

“It’s Chan.” 

You sit on the hospital bench outside of the emergency room, head in your hands as Mingyu sits silently beside you. 

An accident. Chan was in a car accident on his way to meet you at the sea. 

And now he’s undergoing an emergency surgery due to the injuries he sustained.

A hand gently rests on your back, and you turn your head to see Mingyu looking at you with swollen eyes. He gestures down the hallway, “I’m going to go get coffee, do you want some?” 

You shake your head, trying to muster a smile, “No, it’s okay. Thank you, Gyu.” 

He softly pats your back before getting up from the bench and walking down the hallway. Once he’s out of sight, you turn back towards your hands, grabbing at your hair as you shut your eyes. You try to make sense of the situation, doing your best to think positively as you wait for Chan’s surgery to go well. 

You haven’t cried, not even when the lead surgeon explained the extent of Chan’s injuries. You just feel a sense of numbness, trying to keep yourself calm as you hope for the best. 

The sound of the doors opening makes you turn your head, and you immediately stand up when you see Chan’s lead surgeon step out. You quickly walk over to him, heart thumping against your chest as you wait for him to tell you how the surgery went.

You watch in silence as he looks up at you, and you see that indecipherable emotion in his eyes, unable to make out what it could possibly mean as he stares at you. You bite the inside of your cheek, “Did it go smoothly? When do you think he’ll wake up–”

“I’m sorry.” He finally speaks, and you feel your whole world begin to fall at those two words alone. You stand in silence as he explains how Chan had a brain hemorrhage from the accident, and that there was too much blood by the time he arrived at the ER. 

But you don’t hear anything he says, none of it sounds real in your mind as you stare down at the floor with wide eyes.

“We…” He begins, and you glance up at him when you notice the remorse in his voice. He bites his bottom lip and reaches into his coat before holding something out to you.

“We found this in his pocket.” Your eyes slowly trail down, and you feel your heart stop at what he’s holding. With a trembling hand, you reach out and take the small velvet box from the doctor’s grasp. Biting your bottom lip, you gently open the box, just to let out a shaky breath when the beautiful emerald gemstone reflects back into your eyes. 

“I’m so sorry, we did everything we could.” The doctor tells you in a soft voice, before turning around and walking away. You just stare down at the engagement ring, tears falling from your eyes as you stand in the middle of the hospital hallway in silence.

“Yn…” You hear Mingyu call from behind you, the wetness to his voice apparent from how many tears he has shed. You slowly turn around to look at the brunette, and from the look in your eyes alone, he knows what has become of his best friend. His gaze trails down, and you watch as pain flashes past his eyes when he sees the velvet box in your grasp. 

He stares at the blank look in your eyes, a single tear trailing down your face when you suddenly fall to your knees. You can hear Mingyu’s frantic shout of your name, and you can feel his hands resting on your shoulders to try and get your attention. 

But all you can hear is a static noise as you stare down at the engagement ring in your hands, tears falling past your eyes as you hunch over and begin to scream in agony. 

You don’t stop screaming even as Mingyu tries to calm you down, holding back his own sobs as he wraps his arms around you. You only stop screaming when a nurse comes by and forcibly sedates you, muttering apologies as the doctor tells them to take you to a hospital bed. 

You roll onto your side, head resting on Mingyu’s lap as the sedation begins to hit you. You quietly cry out Chan’s name repeatedly as tears continue to escape your eyes.

And the last thing you see before everything turns black is Chan’s smiling face, the sun hitting his features as he looks at you happily.

You gasp awake, sitting up in your bed as you frantically look around your room. Tears are falling past your eyes as you try to catch your breath, the memory remaining so vivid in your mind as you try to wipe away the tears flowing down your cheeks.

Sobs slowly start to take over your body as you turn to glance out the window, the act of brushing away your tears proving to be futile as you let out a loud sob. The overwhelming feeling of grief floods you as you reach up and grasp at the necklace that’s always hanging around your neck, feeling yourself begin to hyperventilate as you hang your head low. 

Tight within your grip as you cry Chan’s name over and over, is the emerald ring that reflects the sunlight peeking in through the window. 

A reminder for what could’ve been.

Saturday, April 23 2022

You walk down the row of grass, a bouquet of red asters in your grasp as the sun shines down onto you. You finally stop in the middle of the row, and gently place the bouquet of flowers onto the grass. 

Kneeling down, you clean up the area, making sure it’s clean before picking up the flowers and laying them onto the concrete surface. You let out a shaky breath, reaching out and gently touching the tombstone as you stare at the framed photo you had placed during his funeral. 

It’s a picture of him at your apartment, a bright smile on his face as he waves at the camera. His black hair has been trimmed at this point, not as long as when the two of you first met. He’s wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweats, dressed casually after working a long shift that day. 

You thought he looked pretty.

Your eyes slowly trail up to the engraved words on the tombstone, staring at his name that reflects itself back at you. Leaning back, yours and Chan’s engagement rings gently clinging together on your necklace as you stare at his grave. A small smile forms on your face, a tear falling past your eye as you murmur,

“Hi, Lee Chan.”

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[taeminsung]

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── exist..

pairing || bang chan x reader

summary || all he wanted to do was protect you, if only for a moment.

genre/s || fluff. hurt. comfort.

mina’s notes || been feeling some sort of way and just needed some channie comfort lately. please enjoy ♡ 

Quietly Chan crept through the front door of his dorm. The last time he looked at a clock, the time read our 3:42 am, which meant everyone in the dorm was, or should be, asleep with the day they had. As he moved as silently as he could, a bright sticky note on the wall before the hall to the bedrooms caused him to pause and read it over. ‘You did great today’, the note read in your handwriting. Without realizing it, a smile crept across his face. Of course, you’d leave a note here for the other members to see too. It was one of the many reasons he knew that the members loved you and you loved them. You found ways to take care of them without them ever asking you to. A small laugh escaped his lips as he remembered when Felix said that while Chan is officially dating you, it felt like they all got a partner too. Notes like this popped up from time to time, always making him wonder who was in on it with you. Continuing his journey to his much-needed bed, his thoughts drifted to how he could repay the favor this time.

Entering his room, he didn’t expect to see a silhouette sitting in the middle of his dark room. Love? He called out softly, trying not to scare you with the way he was sneaking around his own home. The silent response was enough to tell him something was off, well that, and the fact you were sitting up in his bed well after what had to be 4 am now. Had he missed an important date? Was he supposed to be somewhere today and accidentally stood you up? Is everything ok with yours and his families? A million questions came crashing into his mind before he visibly shook it off and walked towards where you were sitting, eyes taking in the way his sweatshirt extended into sweater paws over your hands, and the way the hood was just low enough to cover your face. In an instant he panicked on the inside, trying to run down all the possible reasons for this. Did you have a nightmare and wake up to an empty room?

Carefully, he sat on the edge of the bed, gaging your reaction, before scouting further into it and in front of you when you didn’t protest his initial action. As if he was trying not to break the most expensive glass piece he had ever interacted with, he reached out to take one of your paws into him, noting how wet the ends felt. His chest began to ache as he gingerly pulled you into him tucking your face into the crook of his neck, fingers gently moving up and down your back. Words formed in his mind before disappearing before he could open his mouth. Time felt like it was passing too quickly, and he couldn’t get a single word out to comfort you, all he could do was hold you close to him. Trying to back track on all your conversations lately to try to get a clue as to what may have happened, he breath hitched when you finally spoke. I feel like... silence filled the pause, Chan just wanting to urge you to continue. I feel like, a little bit like I’ve failed, you whispered after the long minutes of him holding you close. Part of him wanted to ask why but he knew that if he spoke at this moment, you’d never want to finish the thoughts that were clearly begging to be let you. I’m watching everyone around me succeed at their dreams, your breath fanned against his neck as your spoke, and I feel like I’m stuck.

In that moment, he felt like the dark had come alive and was trying to take you away from him. Pressing his lips together, his eyes shifted to the ceiling, eyes catching the last few glow-in-the-dark stars you had put on his ceiling one night when all he wanted to do was go stargazing with you. I… I don’t know what to do anymore. I just feel like I’m existing and not living, you finished with fresh tears wetting the collar of his shirt. All too well did he know this pain that you were feeling. The feeling of simply existing, rather than feeling like you were in control and living your life. Yet he knew that there wasn’t much that he could do in the form of words for you, so he settled for letting your words echo around in his mind. As your arms wrapped around his waist, he pulled his attention off the ceiling and instead to the side of your head. When your fingers dug into his shirt and face burrowed deeper into his neck with a body shaking sob, he understands that while he had a million things to tell you, mostly the reasons why he was so proud of you, he let his hands put pressure on your back, pulling you somehow even closer to him. You needed to feel grounded in this life. Slowly, he started to adjust the both of you so that instead of sitting in the bed, you were laying on your side, face still protected in the space you had called home so many times before.

All he wanted to do was dive into your brain and chase the demons, monsters, and darkness that haunted you on days like this out. His chest felt constricted as his fingers danced across your back, knowing that you didn’t want to break any further. How long had you been in this room like this? Hours? The day? Desperately he wanted to tell you that you weren’t a failure and were on your own journey in this life, one that deceiving looks like someone else’s but had its own twist and turns for you. The dreams you were longing for were going to come to you eventually, but you just needed to wait a little longer. Something he had experienced firsthand. Yet, he knows that those words would do nothing for you tonight and instead settled for being the tether that kept you grounded. Soon he felt your breaths start to even out, encaged in his arms, a small piece of his chest swelled knowing he was at least able to get you to sleep off a little bit of this. Perhaps in the morning, some of the darkness will have been lightened. Pressing a long kiss into your hair, he made a mental note to make tomorrow filled with things that made you happy, that caused his favorite smile to grace your face. He would shower you with all the love he could possibly give.

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ requests are open.

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[djeniryuu]

BANG CHAN FIC RECS (2020)

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Not Too Late for You ~ *Bang Chan*

Summary: It's been years since you've last seen Chris. However, you still see his younger siblings every weekend during the holidays. Imagine the shock you feel when he arrives on one of those weekends...

Pairing: Bang Chan X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1211

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @plutonieve @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: I'm not in love with how this turned out.

“Thank you! Please come and visit again!” You bowed your head as the customers left. A small smile tugged at your lips as you grabbed a rag and wiped down the counter. It was days like this that made your life a little sweeter. Business was running smoothly and the sun was shining. It was shaping up to be a perfect day.

The peacefulness of the moment was disrupted as two siblings you'd recognize from anywhere burst into the store. You chuckled as they sat at the freshly cleaned counter before you and smiled. Before they could say a word, you already started making their usual ice cream order they asked for every time they came to see you.

“And what brings the two of you into my store today?” You asked.

“Lucas confessed to a girl today!” Hannah shouted with a laugh as her brother blushed. 

You gave a small gasp. “Did he? How did it go?”

“He was stuttering the whole time and was as red as a tomato.” She continued, earning a shove from Lucas.

“I was not!”

“Yes, you were!”

“Alright, alright! No fighting! I just got this place cleaned up.” You scolded them before you handed them their ice cream.

"It really wasn't that bad." Lucas muttered under his breath.

"I'm sure it wasn't." You assured him. "Hannah just loves to annoy you, like any good sister would."

"Thank you!"

You rolled your eyes before straightening up the bulk candy in the glass case you had up front. It was always the same with these two when the holidays came around. They spent every weekend in your sweets shop, gossiping about everything. But it made sense since your families were very good friends. The four of you grew up together. Until one of them decided to move away to a far away place you couldn't follow. And the thought always made your heart heavy.

"So what are you doing today, Y/n?" Hannah asked, having finished her ice cream. "I mean besides work."

You shrugged. "Nothing, really. Just work and then home."

"So you're not doing anything?" Lucas questioned, less subtle than his sister. "Like you don't have any plans?"

You shake your head slowly. "No, I don't. Why?"

"Do you want to come to the beach with us later?" Hannah clasped her hands in front of her. "Please?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh c'mon!" Lucas whined. "It'll be fun! It'll be just like old times!"

You didn't want to say it wouldn't be like old times because one of you is missing. Instead, you smiled and said. "We'll see."

"Well I think you should." Hannah replied. "You need to get out more and see old friends and remember the good old days."

"What are you talking about?"

"What do you think I'm talking about?"

"I don't-"

“There you are!” That voice. You knew that voice from anywhere.

Looking up, Chris stood in the doorway, his usual bright smile plastered on his face. A smile you haven’t seen in years. Despite the time that passed, he still looked the same. The same Chris you fell in love with when you were growing up together. You couldn’t believe he was in your store right now. It was as if fate had worked its magic today.

“Oh. Y/n.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he sounded awestruck. Which didn’t make any sense. It was just you.

You smiled. “Hi Chris.”

“Hey.”

“Chris!” Lucas piped up. “Don't you have something else to say?”

“Something else?” He paused. “Um, how have you been?”

His siblings just groaned but you giggled. “I’ve been well. I own the store now since my parents retired. Oh! That reminds me. Still have a sweet tooth?”

He jolted at your question before smiling and nodding. “Yes, I still do.”

You nodded and grabbed a chocolate bar from the display shelf behind you. “Is this still your favorite?”

Chris’s eyes sparkled as he took it, his fingertips brushing yours, making you shiver. “Thank you so much! I can’t believe you still remember after all this time!”

“Well, you’re one of the only people I know who likes this chocolate.” You admitted. “But what brings you back to Australia?”

“Oh, well, JYP is giving us some time off. I thought I'd come back home to relax."

You smiled as you nodded again. “That's good. I know we all missed you. And if you need another chocolate bar to help you get through your day, you know where to find me.”

He chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you. And thank you for taking care of these two while I was away. I hope they haven’t been too much of a burden?”

"We've been delightful!" Hannah feigned innocence.

You laughed and shook your head, “They've been no more trouble than usual.”

“That’s good to hear.” He smiled and you felt your heart skip a beat. Even after all this time, he still made you feel like this. Maybe fate really did have a hand in this meeting.

"She's turning red." You heard Lucas whisper to Hannah.

You touched your cheek, feeling its warmth. It got even warmer as you heard the two of them snickered at your reaction.

“So is Chris’s!” Hannah whispered back.

“Hey!” Chris whined, hiding his own red cheeks with his hands which made you laugh. He was still so easily flustered it seemed.

Hannah grinned before elbowing her older brother in the side. “Are you two ever going to confess your feelings to each other?”

You gasped. "What are you talking about?"

Chris started sputtering, eyes wide and frantic. “AH! It's nothing! Nothing at all!”

Now, you could go on pretending Hannah was just talking nonsense, but you knew you couldn't do that. Not anymore. You needed to be upfront about your feelings finally. You never knew when you would get another moment to do so. Taking his hands, you looked him deep in his eyes and asked again, “Chris, do you like me too?”

“I, um,” He paused. “Wait? Did you say "too”?“

You nodded. "Yes! I like you too! I’ve been meaning to tell you ever since you left for South Korea and became the leader of Stray Kids. Though I suppose there is no time like the present...”

After a brief pause of bewilderment, his face softened into a gentle smile. Moving so that it was now his hands holding onto yours, he gave them a small squeeze and said, “I’ve been meaning to tell you for the longest time too. After moving to Korea, I realized how much I missed you and how much I loved you. I was just so nervous to tell you. Not only that, but I didn’t want to do it over the phone. I wanted to confess to you in person. I’m so glad I finally got to.”

“Me too.” You mused.

“Yeah! Right in front of us too!” Lucas groaned. “You two are so gross!”

Hannah shrugged. “It could have been worse. At least they’re not kissing!”

You glanced at Chris. “I mean, we could.”

“Wha-Y/N!”

Laughing, you gave him a hug instead. “I’m just kidding.”

When he relaxed in your arms, you whispered in his ear. “Well, I’m kind of kidding…”

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[thewonandonly]

16:24 — (i wish i knew) you wanted me, i wish, i wish i knew you wanted me, i wish, i wish i knew you wanted me, what you, ooh, what you do? made a move, could've made a move | bad habit by steve lacy

chan had the biggest crush on you in high school, but you both had too much going on to ever sit down and talk. but now, seeing your face across his social media feed, he couldn't help the message that typed into the chat bar, his thumbs twiddling with one another as he tried to think of a not-cliché message to send.

"hi" felt too plain, "hello", too formal. there was so many things he wanted to say. he wanted to say how he looked at you everyday in school, how he loved the sound of your laugh, how he loved your eyes shining as you correctly answer a question.

he wanted to tell you everything. but he carried on with a message as cliché as it gets.

"hey, you're y/n from the academy, right? i'm chan, i was in your homeroom." and he sent it, immediately locking his phone as he felt a heat build in his chest.

he waited patiently for a response, which came almost an hour later.

"oh my god, it's you!" the first message read, "i remember you! i had the biggest crush on you during the school year." a laughing emoji followed.

"oh, shit," he grumbled, his thumbs moving before he thought.

"really? that's crazy because i had probably the biggest crush on you as well."

you immediately moved the conversation to asking how he's been since graduating.

and chan tried to desperately to get the words into the message, but something was stopping him. while he waited for your response, he opened your profile and sighed to himself, feeling the same emotions he felt from the very beginning; adoration, investment, and love.

sending another message, back to back, he sent; "if i knew how you felt about me, i wouldn't have bit my tongue during school." he tried to play it off, like it wasn't something huge, but to him, it felt like that if he didn't say that, he was going to implode.

"yeah, if i knew how you felt about me, i wouldn't have either."

he smiled, "how about we actually start to take the step forward that our younger selves would've wanted?"

"i'd like that."

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“Ding”

Bangchan x Reader

Requested / yes @enaluvs

Gender neutral

Word Count:554

Description

When y/n a professional dancer takes up the opportunity to be a backup dancer for a boy group, they never could’ve imagined them going to a convenience store after long hours of training would end up with the group’s leader falling for them and vice versa.

A/n Just a little short drabble, I don’t know if I should make this a series but if you guys like I definitely will

“Ding” is the sound that started it all. “Ding” is also the sound of an email coming to y/n’s computer. Stopping in the middle of her morning routine she goes to check the email. When they saw the email address they almost fainted. [email protected] is what it read, it was an offer to work with them as a backup dancer for a boy group named Stray Kidz, they saw your dance covers and original choreography on YouTube. So, of course, you immediately got your manager on phone and asked them to respond, this was the biggest job you had ever gotten an offer for so you had to be super professional. Here you are three weeks later standing in front of the practice room’s door. You knew that the members and other backup dancers were in there practicing for the group’s upcoming concert which made you super nervous. You open the door and everyone in the room turns their head towards you. You awkwardly greet them and walk toward the choreographer to see what they were working on. You got acquainted with the group and the other dancers just enough so it wouldn’t be awkward. Six hours later after everyone else had gone home you were still there stuck on a particularly difficult choreography you decided that it was time for you to call it quits for tonight. You packed up your things and headed out. You stopped at a convenience store that was close to the JYP building. Opening the store’s door, you briskly walk to the ramen section and then to the counter to pay for the ramen. All the while was completely oblivious to the eyes that were watching you the entire time. Chan was seated at a table eating ramen while working on his computer when he heard the door open, on instinct his head popped up to look at the door when he saw you. He remembered you from your first meeting earlier today mostly because he thought you were really pretty. As you walked around his gaze couldn't leave you. It was just something about how you pranced around the aisles so excited to eat, he thought it was adorable. “Hi your y/n the new backup dancer right,” he said as you walked past his table with your food in hand. “Uh yeah Hi,” you said a little confused as to who he was since he had on a black hat and a mask. “Oh I'm Chan,” he said picking up on the fact that you were confused. “Oh yeah Hi Chan,” you said more confidently now. “Would you like to sit with me?” he said shyly “Yeah sure” you said sitting down. You both talked for a while. You could both feel almost an electrical connection between the two of you. But then you landed on a conversation topic about relationships. “So are you seeing anyone?”, he said. “No, not really”, you responded. “Well, are you interested in seeing anyone?” he asked. “Not actively but I'm open to it” you replied cheekily. “Is that so”, he said smiling. “Well then, can I maybe have your number?”. You smiled and said “Sure”. “Ding”, is the sound that started it all. “Ding”, is also the sound of a message from Chan asking you out on a date.

A/n yay my first writing I hope you guys like it and let me know if you all want this to be a series. Bye Loves 💕

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