#chris bang fluff

[nonranghaes]

heads up! food mentions. also reader doesn't like eating oranges.

"channie?" oh no. you only called chris 'channie' whenever you were about to tease him over something or when you wanted something silly. "would you peel an orange for me?"

he looks up from his laptop, chin resting in his hand as he wonders what you're getting at. he would, but... he knows you. "you don't like oranges."

"i like orange juice!" you pout. "channie... that's not the point."

he fights back a smile--how cute. you're always so cute. "are you hungry?" he closes his laptop, rolling his chair away from his desk and to where you've curled up on the little loveseat in the home office the two of you decorated together--opposite the wall from your own desk. "is that why you're asking?"

you only pout more at him. "you didn't answer the question."

"i'll cut up a peach for you," he says. "or peel some boiled eggs."

and, oh, the cute way you lit up. "you would?"

he finally lets himself crack up with giggles, reaching out to pinch your cheeks, "i've literally done it for you before!"

you end up giggling, too, hands reaching up to bat at his own. "for what it's worth," you say, holding his hands in yours. "i'd peel boiled eggs for you, too... and an orange, if you wanted one."

and maybe he'll hold you to that one day, just to tease you before stealing as many kisses as you'll let him have.

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[thefantasyden]

Tenderness (part 1?)

Pairing: Chris Bang x F Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive, cliff hanger

Word count: 871

Summary: Chris is happy to be home, and he's happier knowing you're with him.

(Author note: I'm using Chris instead of Chan because he's made it clear that Chris is what seems to make him feel most authentic right now and I'm nothing if not a slut for respecting whatever makes him feel good.)

I just want to see if you guys like this kind of writing and if so I will do a part to with love-overload soft dom Chris.

“Chris, it is way to early for you to be acting up like this.” You muse to him as you read his latest bubble messages, smiling when you notice he was sending pictures you had taken of him while you were at the park.

“Sorry baby. It’s what Stay expect when I’m home though.” He leans across the couch to peck your cheek, messing up your hair affectionately before going back to reading through the replies he’d received.

You’d always thought it was sweet how he tried to read as many replies as he could, even if the senders didn’t know he was seeing them. He always wanted to know more about his fans and you could feel the tension stirring in your heart as you admired him, silently appreciating the person he was.

“You look like you’re about to bite me.” His voice startles you briefly, having been so into your thoughts that you hadn’t seen him put his phone down.

“I was considering it.”

He stands up from his spot across the couch and stretches, briefly scanning the hotel room you’d chosen over staying with his parents, having been terrified of the idea of imposing on them during your first visit to his home. You loved his parents of course, and you arguably spoke to his mother more than he did, yet you still held a certain respect-based fear of them that wasn’t quite as easy to shake.

Your focus is back on your phone until you hear him groan, catching you off guard when he suddenly flops down on top of your body, his full weight pressing you into the couch with your arms trapped awkwardly against your chest.

“You’re gonna crush me! Can you not!” You struggle to breath between the sheer force of him on top of you and the urge to giggle at his antics, sighing deeply when he finally props himself up slightly on his forearms.

“You weren’t paying attention to me!” His voice is a playful whine, only slightly less needy than he was when demanding attention from the members that he also loved to crush with the weight of his love.

“It’s your one job as the love of my life.” He buries his face in your neck, inhaling the vanilla scent of your perfume as his hair tickles your cheek. In moments like this you can’t help but coo at him, overwhelmed with gratitude knowing that you get to love him in his softest moments.

You’re wriggle your arms free from between your chest in favour of wrapping one around the back of his neck to stroke his hair and the other around his shoulders, tracing your nails over the fabric of his shirt lightly.

A happy hum escapes his lips and then he’s moving you both, wrapping himself around your side with his leg thrown between yours. It’s a much more comfortable way to be trapped against your boyfriend and it allows him to hold you tightly against him, gentle sighs and moans of content meeting your ears as he settles in.

You diligently pet his head, your other hand wrapping around his forearm as he holds you. Seeing him so peaceful made every hardship you had faced feel worthwhile. The long studio nights, the weeks you had to spend apart. It all made sense to see him so happy and in his element.

You hadn’t realised your nails were now tracing the bare skin at his neck until you heard a barely audible moan, Chris’ heavy eyes staring softly at your lips.

“That feels nice.” He mumbles with a smile that spreads across cheek to cheek when your fingers move to stroke his cheek. Sometimes he couldn’t believe you were a real part of his life.

You can’t stop yourself from leaning into him and pressing a gentle kiss to his own lips, laughing with him when his smile doesn’t cease. You were so used to your kisses being broken with giggles and grins that it had long ago become your favourite part of kissing him.

“Can you focus for two seconds so I can kiss you properly?”

The playful tone of your words had his wheels turning, his body shifting to cover more of your own without being entirely on top of you.

“Yeah? You wanna kiss me that bad huh?" Lips press ever so lightly against the side of your neck and suddenly the shift in his mood isn’t the only thing you can feel pressing against you.

The annoyed whine that escapes you is more than enough for him and he kisses you a little harder this time, needy hands sliding down from your hip to sneak underneath the fabric of your shirt. You shivered slightly at his cold hands on your bare skin, the sensation combining in your head with the tingle of his lips as they strayed from your own, trailing down your neck toward your chest as he mumble quiet ‘I love you’s that you would have missed if you hadn’t felt those same words on your flesh a million times over.

“So pretty.” He whispers, eyes meeting your as he slides your shirt up slowly. “Lemme show you how pretty you are?”

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[thru-the-grapevine]

[3:12 AM] The bed feels more spacious than it ought to.

You crack open an eye and glance at the other side of the bed. Empty. Your mostly-asleep gaze wanders to the clock on the far nightstand; after 3 in the morning. You let your eye close again, drifting comfortably for a while in the fog of half-consciousness. And then you roll over and sit up, stumbling slowly to your feet.

A faint bluish glow emanates from the other end of the hall. When you pad into the living room, you see Chris exactly where you’d left him hours ago. Hunched at his desk, headphones on, clicking every now and then, staring at Cubase and several instrument mixers.

He startles momentarily when you drape your arms over his shoulders. He relaxes and pulls the headphones down, tapping the spacebar to pause the music.

You kiss the top of his head. “How’s it looking?”

“Better,” Chris hums, lifting his free hand and rubbing your arm. “Fixed that annoying buzzing sound.”

You hum, resting your cheek against his hair, looking at the dual monitors. “Can I hear?”

“’Course,” he says, and you can hear the pleased grin in his voice. That’s his favorite request you can make of him.

He unplugs the headphones and fiddles with the knobs on his volume box, clicks around and then taps the spacebar again.

He’s right; the buzzing noise that had hovered persistently in the corners of the track is gone. He’s nuanced the vocal effects, as well, softened the pitch corrector, and you smile, fond of how sincere his voice sounds.

“’S pretty,” you murmur, humming at a new instrument that hadn’t been there before.

“It’s closer,” he admits, not fully accepting the compliment.

You’re too sleepy to push back, make him accept the praise, so you merely bury your face in his hair.

“You should get some sleep, like I said,” Chris tells you, voice tinged with concern.

He had told you to do that…four hours ago.

You snort. “Love. Check the time.”

“Hm?” You feel his head tilt, watch his mouse slide to the bottom corner of the screen to the clock. “…Oh.”

“Was sleeping,” you say, watching his mouse trail back up over Cubase, deliberating. “’N then I woke up with too much space ‘n not enough warm.”

He hums in acknowledgment, the noise tinged with guilt.

You kiss the top of his head again. “…Please?”

He sighs, leaning his head back against your shoulder.

“You at a good stopping point?” You ask, knowing too well what his next argument will be.

He sighs again quietly, a sound of concession. “I never am…but this will do.”

You grin and give him an encouraging squeeze as he presses save three times on each software.

“Bet you’ll knock it out of the park once your brain is fresh,” you tell him as he shuts the computer down.

“And once the headache passes,” he says, pressing the heel of one hand to his eye and rubbing as he rolls the chair back.

You frown, leaning back to let him stand and stretch. “You’ve been working with a headache?”

“Just hints of one,” he insists, waving it away as he relaxes out of the stretch. “Probably eye strain.”

You give him a look. “You know, that might not happen if you’d just wear your glasses.”

It’s a lost cause and you both know it. He snorts, then gets a better look at you and smiles.

“Your hair’s cute,” he says, lifting a hand to your head and ruffling.

You scrunch your face up in protest. “’S bedhead, Chris.”

“And it’s cute,” he insists, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bedtime?”

“Past bedtime,” you say, giving him a stern look when he leans back. “Long, long past.”

“Hmm,” he says, studying your face and smiling in that goopy-eyed way that you know means he’s barely listening. You roll your eyes.

He lets you take his hand and guide him back down the hall, lets you procure pajamas for him while he talks through what else he wants to do in the song, lets you help him change as he explains.

“Just want the feeling of the song to be right when you hear it, even without lyrics,” he says as you help pull on the pajama shirt.

“People will know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder and taking his hand again, guiding him to bed. “I can feel it when I hear it.”

“But what if that’s just you?” He frets, lying back and getting comfortable, drawing up the covers. “What if you just know me?”

You burrow under the covers and lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him. “I do know you. But that’s not why I felt it.”

“But how do you know for sure?” He asks, his hand back in your hair, stroking softly.

You prop your chin up on his chest and look at him. “Babe. You’re not capable of making dishonest or disingenuous music. Your heart’s all the way out there in every little detail.”

He looks at you for a long moment, fingers slow and gentle in your hair. Eventually he lifts his hand and rests the pad of his forefinger on the tip of your nose.

“I like you so much,” he murmurs.

An embarrassed grin sweeps over your face. You nestle your face into his chest vigorously, and he laughs.

“Like you too,” you hum, sandwiching one of his legs between yours and snuggling in. “I’m also right.”

“Hope so,” he murmurs, and then his arm curls comfortably around you. “Go back to sleep.”

“You sleep, you need it more,” you mumble, and he chuckles.

“I’ll sleep well with my weighted blanket,” he teases you, hand squeezing your side reassuringly.

You grin and press a kiss to his chest. “Not as well as I’ll sleep with my body pillow.”

“You’re on,” he whispers, and you’re out like a light before a full minute passes.

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[citysweet]

一 sniffing chris' pits

♡ HEAR ME OUT IK IT SOUNDS WEIRD BUT LISTEN also cause every one of my friends that have ever been in a relationship say their boyfriends "musk" smells good so

♡ wc 382

ok so he just came back from practice and you've been waiting for him after an entire day of just wanting to be held by him.

he wasn't extremely sweaty, but you could feel the thin layer on his skin when you buried your face into his neck and your arms wrapped around him.

you inhale deeply and close your eyes when you feel his hands on your waist. "babygirl wait, i'm all sweaty." he says with a laugh, but you bury your face further. "don't care, missed you."

you mummer and he picks you up. you legs wrap around his waist as he leads you two to the couch, sitting down. "i missed you more princess, but i should go shower." he says and you pull your face from his neck, looking up at him.

you shake your head, "it's fine, you smell good." to which he laughs at, "good?" you giggle and nod, lifting your hands to pull the black beanie off his head. you run your fingers through his slightly damp hair, admiring his features.

"whatever you say angel." you smile and gently push him down onto his back. your smaller frame lays on top of his and your head lays on his chest, softly smiling up at him. he brushes his hand over your hair, his eyes completely filled with love.

you scoot down his body and slightly to the left, nuzzling into the small space between his arm and his waist. your nose buried into his armpit when you breath in. he laughs again, "baby what are you doing?" he sits up slightly to look down at you.

you don't answer, breathing in his warm scent. you slither your arms under his back, clinging onto him. your voice comes out muffled when you answer, "nothing, stop moving." he gives in and lets you smell him, silently wondering why you enjoyed it so much.

he doesn't question you though, whatever makes his girl happy. once you've pulled away, he smiles down at you. "you done?" you laugh, nuzzling into his chest with a nod. "can we go shower now?"

"mhm." he picks you back up and carry's you to the bathroom.

then you two had a lovely shower, spent cleaning each other off. or getting sweatier, who knows?

© citysweet 5:35 092223

一 please tell me someone gets it the way i do

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[iridescentxstars]

forever with you — bangchan

➳ published: 05.09.22 ➳ established relationship!au || genre: fluff || crack || rated: t ➳ pairing: bangchan x reader (fem) ➳ summary: chris wants to spend forever with you and to do that, he needs to propose... however, it doesn't go as he had planned. ➳ word count: 2.6k ➳ warnings: mentions of blood/injury ➳ author's note: this is for the @k-vanity bucket list event (please go and support these amazing writers!! also thanks to @mint-yooxgi for reading this

You hadn’t seen Chris in a while, the man had said he would be back soon but a few days had passed and still, not a word. You don’t worry though, because Chris always comes back. Even if he is a little late, he always comes back with a perfectly good reason and you don’t doubt that this will be one of those times.

Chris never gave you an explanation as to why he wanted your bag packed at 3 am, he just called you a few days ago and told you to make sure that you were at home, waiting, with a bag packed and he would come to collect you but the night he was meant to turn up – he didn’t. Same with last night and now, as you look at the time slowly tick over to 3, you wonder if you really should begin to worry.

Knock, knock.

You stand up, rushing to the door to find your dark-haired boyfriend standing on the other side with a lazy smile on his lips. “Miss me?” He says as if he wasn’t late and that he hadn’t made you stay up nearly all night wondering where he was.

“Where were you?” You whine, letting him into the house and immediately being wrapped up in his arms, a reassuring hug helping you relax and ease any worries you had. “I thought you died.”

“Ah, so dramatic,” he teases as he presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling away, showing that smirk that always seems to cause you to blush slightly. No matter what, you always blush. “C’mon, I didn’t have service to call you but everything is ready.” You want to ask more but from the way that Chris shakes his head, you should have known he wasn’t going to tell you anything more.

He does this, a lot. He would prepare something and good luck getting anything else out of him other than that he was taking you somewhere and that’s it. Road trips, that was his thing. Road trips out to the middle of nowhere, a cabin in the woods, camping or just a late night drive, it always depended on his thoughts and mood. If he wanted to see a view and it wasn’t too far to drive, it was a late-night drive with snacks and a blanket for you to use so you could sleep on the way back. If he wanted to see the stars and just spend time out in nature, he’s got a tent and everything you’ll need for a weekend in the woods. The cabin was when he just wanted to escape with you, no one but you. Chris used it when he found himself overwhelmed by everything around him and while he would never admit any of that, you figured that out fairly quickly.

Chris can be very complex to some people but for you, he was easy to read because you’re the first person in a long time he has allowed to see deeper underneath the surface. He’s not the guy who managed to finish high school because he dropped out, he’s not someone who works a fancy job but he makes enough to support the lifestyle he lives, he doesn’t drive the flashiest car or own anything that screams that he has money but he gives you everything that he could possibly afford and works hard to make sure you are never embarrassed by him.

Not that you would ever be embarrassed but it’s something he quietly fears.

Chris is rough around the surface, he doesn’t care about what anyone says, honestly, he doesn’t care about anyone at all but when it comes to you – he cares more than he’ll openly admit. He knows your parents have said things because he looks like trouble and while Chris usually would show people just how much trouble he can cause – he tries his best to please your parents. He’s respectful, he’s quiet and he always helps where he can. He can’t change his nature, who he is, but he tries to show a softer side for you and those around you so that you never have to worry about the future.

Because he wants that. A future. With you.

A hand is offered, a smile on his face that gives him a youthful expression in comparison to the frown he wears whenever you aren’t around, and you quickly take his hand to follow him to the car. He held your bag in his other hand and didn’t let you go until he reached for the door handle. “Where are we going?” You ask as he opens the door for you, in an attempt to get something more out of him but silence is all that you’re met with. Pouting and petty, you get into the car and fold your arms over your chest. “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

He only chuckles, amused by your cute pout and faux anger, as Chris places your bag in the back seat before climbing into the car. Connecting his phone to the Bluetooth device and passing it to you, he begins the trip into the unknown with some soft tunes chosen by his designated road trip partner and unofficial car jockey. “Get some sleep,” he says after driving for a short while, “I’ll wake you when we get there.”

He looks at you, curled up and comfortable in the front seat with his hoodie as a blanket; sometimes, Chris can’t really believe how he managed to catch you, how he managed to be the one that stole your heart and love, but he’s happy. You really changed his life in so many ways that you don’t even realise it and he can’t imagine what life would be like without you anymore. “Hey,” he chuckles when you scrunch up your nose and shake your head, not wanting to be woken up. “C’mon baby girl.” He doesn’t even allow you to wake up, just picking you up while you protest slightly and carries you inside.

As he walks, you slightly wake up but you don’t really know where you are right now, your brain not at all registering anything because it’s far too early and Chris doesn’t allow you to wake up enough to notice the decor either. Placing you in the bed, he closes the door before climbing in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you close. It’s in his warm arms that you are dragged back to sleep and it’s in his warm arms that you wake up to the sun peeking in through the window a few hours later. “Chris,” you speak slowly, brain still trying to wake up and he only hums, letting you know that he’s awake. “Are we at the cabin?” You faintly manage to see the trees outside through the white mesh curtains.

“Mm,” he responds, before rolling onto his back. “I just needed some time.” You move so that you are cuddled back into his side and he chuckles. “It’s okay baby girl, I’ve just had something on my mind and being here with you helps that.”

You wonder what he means but even as you look up at him, Chris just smiles and moves slightly so he can kiss you softly. A kiss to distract your thoughts, to keep you from worrying and it works, the kiss manages to pull you in, keep you from asking more questions as Chris quickly manages to roll you onto your back and hover over you. He pulls away though, resting his weight on his forearms as he looks down at you and brushes some hair off your forehead and you can see the adoration in his eyes. You’ve been catching him looking at you like that a lot lately, as if you are the sun and the moon. Everything that is good in the world, Chris finds that in you.

“You’re beautiful.” He says suddenly and you blush without meaning to which makes him lean in and kiss your cheeks. “I love you.” Ah, what a way to have your heart race.

“Why are you being so loving?” You don’t mind it, in fact, him showering you in love like this is something you always appreciate because it’s rare. It’s not like Chris doesn’t show you every single day that he loves you but this form of love - words to reassure rather than the every day actions that have become a normal part of your day - always takes you by surprise.

Raising an eyebrow, Chris pulls away, “what can’t I give you my love and affection?” He slowly moves away and you whine, pulling him back and wrapping your legs around him to keep him from leaving. “You were just complaining before.”

“No, I’m sorry, give me more.” You pout until Chris relents and kisses you.

It feels like hours pass before are apart but it’s only a matter of moments before Chris finally pulls away completely to get out of the bed, rolling his neck to the side so it’ll crack and indicating with his head for you to get up. You take a little longer so he goes on ahead, suddenly quiet, which isn’t unusual for him so you don’t notice the way he starts to chew the inside of his cheek or how he’s looking around the cabin as if trying to find something out of place as he makes his exit.

He’s been preparing for this for a while, this road trip, he’s been making arrangements for it to be perfect and he’s sure something will go wrong but even if everything went terribly wrong - as long as one thing went right, he’ll take it.

“You coming?” He calls out, noticing that you never actually followed him when he finally reaches the kitchen. “Or are you going to trust me to cook?” He looks in the fridge, searching for something, before closing it when he hears your feet rushing down the hallway.

“Don’t! I love you but please… don’t.”

“Ouch,” he laughs and shrugs, not really caring too much because he knows that he can’t cook and would ruin, absolutely ruin everything if he tried. “I’ll get the fire started.” He kisses your forehead before taking his leave and running his fingers through his hair as he looks over his shoulder at you.

Any second now.

Or… longer…

“Baby girl?” He calls out when the fire is going and he hasn’t heard anything from you while doing it. “You okay?” He walks into the kitchen and realises why you’ve been so quiet. “Shit.” That’s the only word that leaves his lips as he rushes to your side and pulls you up and over to the sink, “why didn’t you say something? What happened?”

Silence.

“Hey,” he runs your hand under the sink, a light sting pulling you out of your thoughts, “what happened?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where it went after I dropped it but yes.”

It takes him a moment to realise what you are talking about because he’s worried about your bleeding hand but it finally clicks and his eyes widen. “Fuck. Really?” You nod, tears welling up and you can’t really figure out if its from the pain or happiness. Chris is about to kiss you until he remembers that you’re bleeding. “Ah, right… let’s get you cleaned up first then I’ll look for it when I clean up the mess.”

“You put it in the eggs?” You said and he nods, slightly embarrassed.

“You always make pancakes whenever we’re here so I thought it was… yknow…” He’s regretting everything right now - he wanted to make this special, memorable, and he hated every minute of the cheesy proposal but he doesn’t regret your smile that’s on your face. “What?”

“You’re cute.” Chris rolls his eyes and inspects the wound before leaving to get the first aid kit. “Hey, I was talking to you!” You shout after him but don’t dare move and risk getting blood everywhere. “When did you become so cute, baby?” He doesn’t answer so you keep asking, keep annoying him until he’s bandaging your hand. “I thought you would have passed me a ring and said ‘here’ when you finally decided to pop the question.”

He snorts and nods slightly as he confirms this, “I was gonna but when I explained it to Changbin, he told me I was an idiot.”

“Was Changbin the one who came up with this?”

“No. That was me but… it wasn’t meant to go like this. You were meant to see it and not be holding glass in your hand when doing so.”

You scoff, the teasing accusatory tone making you poke your tongue at him. “Well, next time, don’t surprise me in places where breakable or sharp objects happen to be.” Chris groans as he finishes securing the bandage and cleans up the first aid kit. He’s happy you accepted, he’s happy that you want to spend the rest of your life with him too but… he could have done it all without you getting injured. “Stop pouting,” you lift your good hand to touch his cheek and he stops what he’s doing to take the moment to enjoy your touch. “It’s just a small cut and wouldn’t it be a fun little story to tell when people ask how you proposed.”

“Can’t you just lie and say that you only dropped the eggs instead of the glass?”

Shaking your head, you giggle, “that’s the whole beauty of the proposal. I nearly lost the ring because I was in such shock.” You don’t notice Chris’ expression as you laugh, hand over your mouth as he stands up and goes to tidy everything up. His silence, however normal it is, is unsettling in this particular moment. “Why aren’t you finding it amusing? It’s funny.”

“You did.”

“Huh?”

“Baby girl, you did lose the ring.” You jump up, rushing past him in a whirlwind and muttering ‘no’ under your breath as you look for the pretty diamond ring amongst the shatter glass. “It’s okay, it’s probably under the fridge or something.” He doesn’t sound too upset by it even if he knows that was a lot of his recent paychecks to buy. Chris just looks at the mess on the ground, the mixture of eggs and glass, and you gingerly trying to search through it with your good hand. “Get off the ground, you’ll get injured even more and I’d rather not spend our first day as an engaged couple taking you to the ER.”

Now it’s your turn to pout as he pulls you off the ground. “But, but…”

“I’ll find it.” He reassures you before brushing your hair off your forehead and sends you to the living area. “Go, sit down, I’ll clean up and find it then put it on your finger.”

It took some time, more time than Chris thought it would to clean up the combination of egg and glass but he did it eventually and he managed to find the ring, thankfully, even though he had to give it a good clean since it was covered in egg. Walking into the living area where you were curled up on the couch watching TV, Chris got down on one knee and takes your hand, instantly stealing your attention.

“Let me do this properly and please, don’t drop it this time.” He teases as slides the ring onto your finger. “Will you marry me?”

Even though he already had his answer, he needs to hear it again, he needs to hear that you want to spend the rest of your lives together while you have the ring on your finger. “Yes.” You smile, pulling him close and kissing him, “nothing would make me happier.”

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[caroline-ds-world]

I don't want to lose you- Bang Chan

This is more of a drabble request from @hugs4chan , no smut but the prompt was "I wanted to know if you could write something angsty but sweet. Like something like y/n waking up from a nightmare or something?"

Word count: about 660

Trigger warning, does mention reader having anxiety attacks regularly, also Chan gets beat up in the dream.

Tagging @skz317cb97 because it's Chan, even though there's no smut, I figured you might like this Cal. And @dctorxmaximoff14 as she has requested to be on my permanent taglist. 💓

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated!

You were running, you weren't sure why yet though. Until you go to Chan surrounded by 6 men. Then it all made sense, you were trying to make sure Chan was safe. Chan was your best friend, but you loved him as if you were more than friends, knowing he didn't feel the same.

"Give us the money or we take the girl." One of the men surrounding Chan, says to Chan. You don't know these people. Why are they telling him to give them the money? Or they'll take what girl? " I don't have the money right now but don't you dare touch (y/n), I love her. I can not lose her." Chan spits out at the guy.

Does Chan feel the same way about you? You don't have but a second to react before you see the men tackle him to the ground. Once he is on the ground they start beating him and kicking him until you scream " Stop hurting him!!! That's my Channie!!" You're crying at the sight in front of you, Chan on the ground being beaten and bloodied.

He realized it was you that screamed and looked at you with tears coming to his eyes. "(Y/N), baby girl, you shouldn't be here, why did you come after me?" He questioned right before you heard a gunshot.

You shot up out of bed, realizing it was a nightmare. Fuck, you keep having dreams about the same thing, losing Chan. You know that would kill you inside and out if that happened. You reached over to your bedside table to get your phone and call Chan, he answered on the first ring. " Hey (y)n)ie, what's up? Are you okay? It's 1am, you should be asleep…" you burst into tears at the sound of his voice " Channie, can you come over, I just need you right now." "Be there soon." He replied as soon as you asked the question.

5 minutes later Chan walked into your bedroom with chocolate, water and a warm tea to calm you down. He figured you'd had an anxiety attack, so he brought your stand by items to calm you down from that. He came over to the bed giving you the chocolate and water and setting the hot tea aside for the time being. Then he pulled you into a hug, putting your face right into his chest. "Babygirl, you're okay, everything is okay, I'm here." He whispered before kissing your hair.

You calmed down enough to speak to him without tears, so you explained the nightmare you'd had. "(Y/n)ie, that's not going to happen, you're not going to lose me, I'm not going to lose you." He had tried to reason. You wanted him to understand that you didn't think you could live without him so you told him " I love you Channie, not just as my best friend but in a I want to kiss and cuddle you every night, sleeping in the same bed kinda way."

He responded " I love you too baby girl, and not just as friends." He then leaned in to peck your lips, but soon after it back more, becoming a make out session, not wanting to go any further right now, Chan pulled back, leaning over to get the hot tea so you could drink that, putting on your favorite movie, and getting up. He let you know he was just going to get changed into something more comfortable, so you both could cuddle and fall asleep if needed. He came.back in just basketball shorts and no shirt, not that you cared.

"Chan, what are we now?" " You are my girlfriend and I am your boyfriend" he answered your question so easily. " Okay, I love you Channie" " I love you too (y/n)ie." And you two laid in bed, cuddling, watching a movie, him humming in your ear every now and again until you fell asleep in Chan's arms.

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Here's the request for Chan

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[becomingmina]

Mad - fluff and suggestive w/Chan. 18+ only mdni

Mad series is here 🤍

“Please! Can we go out?” You tugged at your boyfriend’s shirt.

You and Chan were tangled up on the couch on a Friday afternoon. When he had told you his afternoon was free you were quick to straddle his lap, begging for him to take you out. He laughs at your eagerness while he was laying on his back with one arm under his head, the other caressing your thigh.

“I have to wake up early tomorrow. Can’t we just stay home? We can play some games and order in,” he tried to convince you.

“But you’re finally free for the afternoon and we have like..” you counted your fingers “.. we have like 7 hours before you can wind down..” you begged with a pout.

“Or we can do something else for 7 hours baby,” he suggested with a smirk, inching his hand up higher on your thigh.

“But I got this pretty dress—” you huffed; you didn’t want to take no for an answer.

“—Then go out by yourself,” Chan sharply replied, removing his hand from you to join the other one under his head. You can tell he wasn’t serious evidently by his smile, but you were.

“Maybe I should.”

“Good.. I get to rest more without you on me,” he scoffed, playfully.

“Pffffft, you want me on you!” You rolled your eyes.

“Not today baby. Go.” he flickers his eyes to the front door then back at you.

“Fine.”

You got off him and went into your shared bedroom, sitting on the bed in silence. You were waiting for him follow you and maybe change his mind about not going but he never entered the bedroom. You rolled your eyes and decided to check what he was up to, slowly opening the door to peek, only to see him asleep, his cheeks was pressed up against the surface of the couch.

“Gosh..” you smiled at your sleep-deprived boyfriend. He looked so worn out, so cute like this, you know you couldn’t force him out..

..But you were still longing to get out, itching for a boost of confidence. You had just ordered a pretty dress online and it finally arrived. You wanted to wear it, wanted to doll up since all you have been in the past couple of weeks was Chan’s big t-shirt and sweatpants feeling a little ugly.

You sat back on your bed again, pondering what you should do with the rest of your day, what you should do to make you feel better.

You pulled out your phone, dialling a number. “Hey, you wanna go out S/GF/N?”

While your boyfriend was still passed out, you got ready to go out with the girlfriends of the other boys and threw in a quick nap. You straighten your hair, put on your make up before slipping on the dress. It was just a simple black halter body-con dress, but you felt extremely sexy in it.

It was 7pm by the time you were done with everything. You strutted out with a pair of high heels towards your boyfriend who had just woken up, occupied on his phone.

“Hey baby, how was your sleep?” You ask softly, bending down to give him a peck on his cheek.

“Good,” he says pulling you onto his lap as he sat up.

He locks his phone before looking up at you, gasping at your appearance.

His eyes widen, travelling from your shoulders down the curve of your body to your legs then back up to your pretty face. He found you extremely sexy like this, not that he never thought you weren’t. But it’s also been a while since he saw you all dressed up.

“Woah.. Where.. Where you going pretty girl?” He stuttered.

“Out! Gonna go clubbing!” You say cheerfully, wrapping your arms around him while his drops around your waist.

“Y/N, were you serious?” He was taken off guard at your quick reply.

“Yeah, I told you I wanted to go out,” a hint of desideration showing.

“Baby— but with who?” It was his turn to whine now.

“With the girls now since you didn’t want to go,” you teased him and Chan shoots you a guilty smile. “I wanted to be pretty today. My pretty dress finally arrived.. Look,” your hand smooths over the hem of your dress before pointing at the neckline, showing it off to your boyfriend.

“You are pretty, always will be baby,” he says caressing your arm and looking up at you in adoration. “Now I’m mad.. at myself.”

He’s mad at himself. He feels like a bad boyfriend not registering your cues of you wanting to feel and look pretty. He retraces back to the past couples of week how you have been cooped up in his apartment in nothing but lounge wear, you couldn’t even dress yourself up for work since you work from home. Although you have always been the prettiest to him, he understands how you feel. You were just a girl, his girl.

“Why?”

“That I’m going to be home by myself now while my pretty girlfriend will be out in this sexy dress.. all because I didn’t know she wanted to feel pretty,” his eyes traces down your body one more time, feeling his start to get flushed.

“Is it too late?” he genuinely asked.

You laugh. “Mhmm, the other girls are ready to go.”

“You really going to leave me like this?” He looked down to the area you weren’t quite sitting on, indicating to something that was growing hard, but you just laugh. You were already running behind, so he just has to suck it up and wait till you come back so you can take care of him.

“I’ll let you kiss me, but I will have to leave you like this,” He smiled at you before pulling your face closer, letting your lips finally touch each other. He deepens the kiss quickly and you let him have his way for a little bit until pulling back completely.

“Can I’ll drop you?”

“Are you sure?” You didn’t want to bother him. After seeing him pressed up against the couch exhausted, you feel guilty because he never has time to himself.

“Of course! I would love to do my boyfriend duties for my baby.”

You had blast to be very honest. You have never felt this sexy and confident in a while. And to feel this way all night with the best of your friends was very special to you. You enjoyed girls night alot, but there were moments where you missed Chan. But you knew he was going to be home waiting for you so you just had to wait till the end of the night to see him again.

“How was it?” He asked the second you got into his car.

“It was fun. We drank and danced alot and.. I missed you heaps,” you slurred cheerfully, drunk and a little horny.

“Missed me?” He smirked.

“Mhmm, missed you Channie,” you pouted reaching out for his hand.

“Gotta go home first..” he says as he lets you hold his hand. “Gotta go home first and then I’ll let you show me how much you missed me.” He gives you a flirty glance and pull his hand to your lips, pecking the back of it.

“How did you feel though?”

“I feel sexy, Channie,” you confess.

“I’m happy to hear that. You look so extremely sexy tonight baby,” he complimented, making sure you know he acknowledges your feelings.

Once you got home, he instantly drags you into the bedroom, pushing you to sit in the bed.

“Missed you so much..” he crouches down and steady himself by his hands on either side of you. “I can’t believe I rather sleep than go out with you today..” planted a kiss to your shoulder making you giggle. “..I’m such bad boyfriend..” he continues and you nod.

“Such a bad boyfriend for my good Y/N,” he kisses your other shoulder before pushing you down on the bed.

“Hmm, you’re such a bad boyfriend,” you jokingly agreed, pulling him ontop of you as you make space for him in between your legs.

“You gonna let me make it up to you?” His hands inches up your thigh, bunching up your dress.

“Yes Chan please. Make it up to me..” you couldn’t wait any longer now, practically whining underneath him. “Just wanted to be pretty for you today..” you say breathless and he starts to nip the skin on your neck.

“No.. no more…” you whimpered as he pulls outs of you. You were out of breath, close to blacking out.

“Okay okay.. shhh shh.. that was last one, my pretty girl..” Chan comforted you after coating 5 orgasms out of you. He wiped you down before throwing the towel away, pulling you into his chest.

“Ohh— is it 5 already?” He questioned after glancing at the alarm clock which made you look up to confirm.

It has been 4 hours since he peeled your dress off you. And although you were wrecked, it was worth every second.

“I got no sleep.. Gotta call off practice,” he says and your face immediately lits up. The tiredness gone the second you know he was finally going to be home on a Saturday morning. He smiles at you before reaching out for his phone and unlocking it.

Chan Practice cancelled for today

Seungmin Why?

Chan Gotta deal with Y/N

You watch as he converses with his group members. “Okay but then thats makes me seem annoying,” you complain and he looks down at you.

“She’s sick?” He chuckles, with a raised eyebrow.

“But then I don’t want them to think you took the day off just because I’m hung over,” you complained again, with a fake pout.

“Should I just tell them the truth then?” He suggests, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Tired from fucking Y/N since she came back from the clubs,” he says and you playfully hit his chest getting all shy at how he blew your back just a couple minutes ago.

“They all will understand. I’m sure they missed their girlfriends too,” he said, throwing away his phone and pushing your head in his chest so you can finally rest.

“Since I’m home today baby..” he starts, and you hummed. “What do you want to do when we wake up?”

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[catiuskaa]

you asked me to stay. [Not yet].

PAIRING! idol!bangchan x reader

SUMMARY: even if idols 'don’t date fans', there are no rules against a little bit of teasing, and so it happens that Mr Bang Chan here really likes your kind of thinking.

WC: 4.1k

CW: starts off fluffy, then angsty if you squint?, but develops into a (short but still) spicy NSFW. lol, the triangle of (fan)fiction! not gonna say anything else cause I don’t want to spoil it, teehee. Have fun! (I did!)

REQUESTED! here by my sweet 'n spicy baby @sharonxdevi, hope you like my take on it! <3

A/N: wanted to pop down here as a reminder that just because the setting is a fan meeting and yada yada, this work is still unrelated to Channie as an idol. now, please keep reading! I really like how this one turned out 🤭

[♦️☆🔒☆♦️]

He's so sweet.

You kept giggling and blushing like an idiot, but how couldn't you? The Christopher Bang was right before you, smiling and laughing at the lame jokes you blabbered as a blush surely creeped out, your face a deep shade of a pinkish tone.

“Oh, and I wanted to mention that you look so amazing in your performances! You have me addicted, Chan.” You giggled.

He chuckled, blushing lightly, raising a hand to his mouth, half covering it. “Really?”

You could melt at the sight of him.

“Yeah! I’ve watched all your fancams.” You nodded with enthusiasm.

His laughs turned louder, his ears red. “I feel so shy knowing someone as pretty as you watches me dance so much.”

…

You blinked, your eyes wide.

As what?

He cheeked his tongue, eyeing at you sheepishly.

Oh. So he knew what he was doing.

You smirked softly. Your change in attitude made him raise his eyebrows slightly.

“One minute.”

You eyed at the suited man that came to talk to Chan and smiled. He left back to his position, and you leaned closer to the idol.

“Just have to say, that tongue of yours?” You chuckled, and to him, it was one fo the most enticing sounds he had heard in a while. “Keep it in your mouth if you don’t want STAY to act up.”

There was a bubbly feeling in your stomach that only heightened when you watched his face displaying raw surprise.

You were about to combust in spontaneous fire because, well, you just flirted with an idol, a real famous one, that is, but then, he smirked, leaning even closer to you. You could feel his breath on the shell of your ear. His hand softly took yours, and your breath hitched as he snickered playfuly, making you feel a shiver travel down your spine.

“I’m thinking there are far more interesting places where I could keep it.” He grinned in a teasing tone, staring at your lips for a second, licking his own. “But I’m obedient. I’ll keep my mouth shut if you say so.” He stated lowly, his eyes locked on yours. …

Oh.

OH.

MY GOD.

He squeezed your hand, sitting back again. His face was covered by a shade of red, and he couldn’t exactly place what had taken over him.

For a moment, he bit his lip, wary of your reaction, considering you hadn’t so much as muttered anything, frozen in your place.

But then you chuckled, struggling to grasp what had just happened, and his whole body relaxed when you squeezed his hand too.

“Bet. You won’t.” You snickered, standing up, siren eyes staring down at him as you moved away, allowing the next person’s turn.

He winked at you as you left.

W-What had just happened?

Your mind felt fuzzy.

Had Bang Chan just done the triangle method on you?

Chan stared at your back before facing the person in front of him.

He could’ve sworn he had seen you before.

[♦️☆🔒☆♦️]

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

Chan grimaced at Hyunjin, sinking his head back on the pillow in his hotel room.

“Leave him alone, Jinnie.” Yongbok frowned slightly. “But I have to say. Not the smartest move, mate.”

Chan sighed in frustration. “I know, I know.”

And it was because he knew that he didn’t dare to say, but just thinking about you, he also knew for a fact that he wouldn’t hesitate on doing it again. Had he had the opportunity, maybe even more.

But idols don’t do that.

Because it is for a reason that idols don’t date fans. Marketing? 100%. Sure. But it also protected them from scandals and such. Or that’s what Chan liked to say to himself.

Felix felt a bit guilty. Chan had gotten scolded by almost all the members now, some who went more ballistic than others —like Hyunjin, who still was fuming, claiming that if Chan was going to do something forbidden, he could’ve said something better than that—, but he looked at the fellow Australian and stood up, laying his small hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder.

The taller one stopped his rambling against Chan and his alleged lack of creativity regarding flirting, and his eyes softened, looking at Yongbok.

“Give the man a break.” Felix smiled softly. “He understands what he’s done. He’s a big boy. Right, Channie?”

The big boy lazily raised his hand from the bed, not moving his head from the pillow as he hummed and raised his thumb.

“This bitch—” Hyunjin started, threatening to throw a pillow at the older one, but Felix quickly pushed him away, taking him back to their room.

Finally alone after what seemed like a lifetime, Chan turned around, staring at the ceiling.

He covered his face with his hands.

Reckless. Stupid, reckless idiot.

It had to be past twelve when he got tired of waiting for sleep to get to him. That never happened anyways. So he stood up with a groan, yawning out of boredom, quickly fetching a jacket and heading to the elevators with slow steps.

He got in and slowly started to put on his beanie and his mask, which wouldn’t really make a difference if someone recognized him, still, it gave him some reassurance. But then, the elevator stopped barely two floors after he got in.

His whole body tensed up.

He recognized who stepped in, messy hair, funny slippers and padded jacket on.

He knew who that was, because he had been right.

He had seen you before.

“Oh.” You smiled, and he could tell by the small wrinkles in your eyes, because the bottom half of your face was hidden by the jacket’s high neck. “Good night.” You mumbled softly.

He nodded. He was afraid you’d recognize him. He was unsure of what to do himself —or if he should do anything—, he couldn’t even think of how you would react. And just the idea that you wouldn’t like seeing him there made him hide his face more in his dark mask, so instead, he fidgeted with his room card, not daring to look at you for too long.

“Trouble sleeping?” You pondered in a kind tone. He nodded again, and you smiled. He had to hold back the impulse of lowering your jacket just so he could see your bright features, the ones that had charmed him so much barely a couple of hours ago.

“Same here.” You muttered, and he could’ve sworn that your voice alone, warm and soothing, could singlehandedly lull him to sleep in a heartbeat. “Walking helps though, don’t you think?”

He, again, just managed to nod. But for some reason, your presence didn’t make him feel guilty for not talking. In the middle of the night nothing seemed to have any rules between you two and the four walls of the elevator.

“Sorry, am I bothering you?” You asked in a murmur.

It was the first time he shook his head no, vigorously so, and you blushed lightly, smiling.

“Good to know.” You grinned, chuckling softly. The elevator dinged, arriving to the last floor. Chan held back a frustrated groan, yearning to keep hearing your voice.

“Have a good night.” You smiled, but his hand softly took yours.

“Huh?” You muttered softly.

Chan struggled. Fuck, shit, fuck. He had done that completely out of reflex. He didn’t know what to say, and just scrathed the side of his face, staring at your linked hands.

He shook his head once more, asking you to stay.

To you, you already had the weird feeling that you knew him. But he touched your hand, and something from it felt shockingly familiar.

Now, you could’ve sworn you had seen him before.

“What is it?” You asked, your voice coated in something sweet, something that Chan suddenly wanted to taste. “Would you like to walk with me?”

He nodded eagerly. And you grinned sheepishly.

You two crossed through the hotel main’s hall nonchalantly, and Chan just followed you, intriegued that you hadn’t taken the main entrance door to exit.

“Trust me,” you muttered, smiling. He felt it was scary that he would, in a heartbeat. “The gardens are so much better.”

You took his hand. A motion completely out of reflex, that both of you only allowed yourselves to yearn for in silence.

You grinned at him, turning around, and his breath hitched, lips parted beneath his mask when he realized how close you were.

You opened a black door to your right with a soft push of your body.

The hotel gardens at night were like a dream. The moonlight turned everything into a soft, magical scene. Tall trees swayed quietly, and you could hear crickets and leaves rustling. There was a small lake below it, its water calm, that reflected the image above it like a mirror, moon and stars glistening on the clear surface.

Even if Chan was only looking at the glow through your eyes.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You grinned.

You stared back at him. Something in his eyes reminded you of someone you knew. A peculiar someone, that is.

He hummed in agreement, and your smile widened.

“Shall we?” You giggled in a murmur, letting him step outside before you.

There was a warmth in the night that ushered Chan to take off his mask and hat.

But he didn’t dare to. Not yet.

You two walked alongside, hands and knuckles brushing against each other, and the idol allowed himself to grin as you smiled, looking at the flowers that decorated the place. It was the first time in his life that he had found solace in the shared silence of insomnia.

With a swift motion, he surrendered. He felt like it wasn’t fair to know who you where if you didn’t —or couldn’t— recognize him. To hell with it, he thought, taking his hat and mask off.

But, much to his surprise, you didn’t so much as glance at him. You just snickered when he sighed, sounding happier, breathing in the sudden cold breeze that swooshed in the garden.

“Better, huh?” You mumbled in light amusement.

He smiled, shoving his hidden identity in his pockets.

“Much.” Chan muttered.

His heart beat loudly on his ears. He could feel it pulsating rapidly, waiting for the moment where you would turn to face him.

But you weren’t, just strolling down the stone path, callously ignoring his nervous demeanour.

He was about to stop and move you, but instead, your hand took his again.

And then you squeezed it lightly. Much like he had done a couple of hourse ago.

His breath hitched. He stopped walking.

“Chan?” You smiled.

He felt chaos unravel inside him, his cheeks blushing, his palms getting sweaty, and his heart giddily beating in his chest.

Another rush of soft air crossed through the hotel’s gardens, making your hair move with it. He could smell your light scent, something that felt warm inside him, something that he felt could lull him asleep.

You grinned.

“Hi.”

He chuckled lowly. He hadn’t let go of your hand. A part of him didn’t want to. Not yet.

“Hi.”

He saw you blush under the moonlight, not knowing his red-tinted cheeks were more obvious than yours.

“What’s a boy as pretty as you doing in a place like this?”

…

He blinked, his eyes wide.

As what?

He saw you cheek your tongue, doe eyes looking at him teasingly.

Oh. So you knew what you were doing.

He chuckled, thinking that was going to be all your teasing.

“Judging by how long it took for you to talk, I guess you did mean to keep your end of the deal.”

“Huh?” He inquired softly.

“You know.” You bit your lip and blushed a bit more, making him more interested, taking a step towards you without realizing. “Keeping your mouth shut. Like the obedient boy you are.”

He started breathing heavily, a low laugh rolling off his tone.

“Oh, yeah?” His smirk was only powered by yours. “I must say, I can be quite rebellious.”

“Really?” You snickered, feeling his hand squeeze yours again.

“Very.” He gulped. His bravado only lasted for so much, and deep inside, he was equally scared as curious.

He wanted to keep going. He wanted you to stay.

“Are you trying to prove it?” You mocked cheekily.

He stared at your lips, his breath felt heavy. “Would you like me to prove it?”

His hand threatened to reach for your cheek, but it was you who finally held it and moved it towards your face.

“Bet.” You giggled. “You won’t.”

The night air was crisp as your eyes, deep and expressive, locked with his, inviting and enticing, a secret to be held in them. His hair, often styled with flair, rested curly and messy, but you couldn’t help but get lost in the untamed beauty that he portrayed. Not even his lips gently grazing yours could wipe either of your smiles under the moonlight.

And then, for a moment, it wasn’t gentle.

Maybe it was because he sighed against your lips, or maybe it was because you followed an impulse and bit his lower lip, but then it got twisted. Tongues danced with one another, fighting for dominance in a burst of sudden passion.

“C-chan,” you gulped, arms traveling to his nape, playing with his hair. It made him weak.

“Chris,” he sighed, yearning to taste your lips again. And again. He didn’t want to stop. Not yet. “Call me— call me Chris.”

You chuckled. “Only if you call me…”

You were going to tease him, but your ideas suddenly flew away form your mind when he started peppering kisses on your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth.

“What?” He snickered. “A pet name of sorts?” He was teasing you, and he was so enjoying it, tasting the weirdly sweet and enticing flavour of your skin in his lips. “Would you like that, princess?” God, he needed more.

You bit your lip, holding back sounds behind heavy breaths, and he patted your thighs, making you jump into his arms without hesitation. Quickly, he moved the both of you, pinning you against the wall closest to you.

“C-chan…” He bit your skin slightly harder. “Chris! Ah, Chris…!”

“F-fuck…” He muttered. “I… I can’t…” He leaned his head in the crook of your neck, now covered in small and red lovebites. “You smell so good.”

You pecked his forehead, trying to catch your breath, your hands stroking his soft hair.

“Not here, right?” You smiled, soothing, comprehensive. His heart softened.

He nodded, sighting against your neck. He let go of your legs, allowing you to stand back on your feet tenderly.

“I’m sorry….?” Chan mumbled shyly. You giggled, brushing it off.

You were about to say something, but then the gravel cracked under someone’s weight. One that wasn’t either of you.

He tensed up under your arms.

You sighed. “Move!” You ushered in a whisper.

He frowned, his eyes darting from you and from where the sound had come from.

“But you—”

“Chan!” You pushed him away, hiding him behind another wall, and quickly took your phone from the pocket of your jacket, zipping back up what Chris had lowered.

“Who’s in there?”

Chan’s breath haltered.

You had hid him just a wall more, meaning that if the security guard found any of you, chances were that he wouldn’t be caught. You would.

You both held your breathing, hands interlinked even if your bodies were as far away as they could to do so, your heartbeats quickening in sync.

And then, it was just silence for a minute, the gravel cracked below the security guard’s feet, and he left as sudden as he had arrived.

You legs felt like jelly, and you let your back fall down the wall, ending up sitting on the floor with a huff.

“You were going to get in trouble.” Chris muttered.

You looked at him from the floor. The moonlight highlightened his lean figure and charismatic features.

You nodded. “It wouldn’t be me who’d get in the worst of it.” You smiled softly.

He nodded with you.

“We should go before it gets too late.”

Just before heading back together to the elevators, you looked to the reception, and grinned softly.

The elevator back up felt more silent than usual. And for some reason that could speak and make him blush, Chan missed the sound of your voice.

“Good night, Chris.”

It wasn’t going to be a good night.

Not after that interruption, which not only scared the shit out of him, but also made him rethink everything he was doing with you.

Chan arrived back to his room. After half an hour of mindlessly staring at the nightsky through the window, someone knocked on the door.

Could it be you? Chris blushed at the thought.

He opened the door to find nothing. Then, he looked to the floor, and found a mug of hot chocolate and a small note.

may have taken a peek to your room card before. i had fun tonight! see you tomorrow? xoxo, your princess.

He grinned.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad night after all.

[♦️☆🔓☆♦️]

When he woke up the morning after, his mouth still tasted like chocolate.

There had been nothing that could wipe the silly grin on his face that day. Not his packed schedule, not the knowledge that they had to go back home and it would be his last night there, not the fact that Han had come into his room just to look for his missing sock —which, for obvious reasons, he never found there—, not the fact that Hyunjin was still bitter with him because of what he had named the ‘pretty girl disaster’ —which Chan intended to tell you just to see if you’d laugh like he had imagined.

His mind was filled to the brim with thoughts of you.

Your flavoured chapstick, your sweet scent, the way you mumbled his name —his real one, that is—, how your eyes glowed under the moonlight, how his hands fit perfectly in the curves of your waist.

He sighed happily for the upteenth time that day, coming out of the shower.

But then, Minho came in to his room.

“Hyung.” He started, and his low tone didn’t seem to bring good news.

Chan nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“I know I’m not really good at these things, but I think you should see this.”

The dancer handed him the phone, and Chan turned pale.

It was a picture taken from last night. Chan’s silhouette was fairly obvious, slightly pixelated and hidden by his beanie and his mask. And right in front of him, back facing the camera, was you, your hand holding his.

“So it is you. That’s what I thought,” Minho mumbled. “A random number sent it to Hyunjin. He saved the picture and blocked it, but we thought you should know.”

“Did they know it was me?” Chan stuttered.

The cat owner shook his head, and Chan was able to breathe normally again. “They thought it had been me with Jisung.”

It was there when Chan’s daydreaming faltered.

His thoughts started spinning, not knowing how or where to start.

Would you know about this?

What would you do?

“Hyung.” Minho sighed. “We’re leaving tomorrow.”

And Chan hadn’t been able to grasp that, but someone did.

The same someone who knocked on his door at night.

“Guys, you have your own cards.” Chan muttered, opening the door.

But it hadn’t been any of the guys.

“Hi.” You let out in a sight, panting.

Had you ran your way there?

“Hi.” He mumbled weakly.

“Can I…?” He opened the door for you, and quickly closed it back. He turned his back to you, his eyes wide and his heart going crazy.

“Chris.” You mumbled.

He turned around to face you.

“You asked me to stay last night and I went with you to the gardens.” You huffed. “But I want to stay here with you tonight.”

He blinked, passing a hand through his wavy hair. You were there. In front of him. Speaking. God, he had to concentrate.

“We’ll make a deal.” You breathed slowly, staring deeply into his eyes, yearning to know the secrets hidden behind them. “I’ll leave this here.”

You gently plopped your phone on the table near the door to his room. He was still standing there, as if frozen, pyjama pants on and only a bathrobe covering his lean and toned chest.

“A pretty man called Hyunjin came to me talking about some picture,” you started softly. “But yesterday didn’t happen so I’d ruin a man’s career.” His eyes followed how you raised your hands and smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“It’s off.” Your voice lowered, and he got slightly closer, as if wanting to hear you better. “The phone, I mean. Feel free to check it.”

Surprisingly, he just stared at it, then smiled cheekily, heading towards you.

Your eyebrows shot up and you felt deliciously small under his new-formed grin, and how his hands cradled your face.

He pecked your lips with a yearning sigh.

“I missed you.”

You blushed.

“You can have me all night.” Your smile made him feel butterflies on his stomach. “Just me and you.”

He kissed you again, longer this time.

His frame slowly caged you against the door, and he broke the kiss, stroking your cheeks. His body was pressed up against yours, his lips parted as he breathed softly, taking you in. He could feel heat running down his body just by the feeling of you back in his arms, and the only thought that he had clear is that he couldn't hold back anymore.

He needed to kiss you, again, and again, and again. He needed to figure out what you tasted like. He needed to have you. Your hands had gone back to where they had been the night before, and the way you stared at his lips threatened to make him fall to his knees.

His eyes were glued on your lips, and not long after, his mouth followed.

Chris’ heart was pounding against his chest, and he knew for a fact that he had never felt this way before. Never in his whole life. The more he tasted your lips, the kiss almost as passionate as your first one, the more you ruined him, claiming him as yours, making him addictied to the way you sighed and grinned as he moved your bodies to the bed, the hotter his body became.

He fell with you on the matress, and much to his surprise, you moved your bodies, sitting on his lap, taking a groan out of him.

“Such a beauty,” you mumbled, almost to yourself rather than him. “All for me, huh?” You smirked.

The whole world was hazy, the only thing that was clear was your body and your words. Just hearing your voice saying those words to him made him shiver, a shiver that he never experienced before.

He smirked too, and sighed when you untied his bathrobe, your hands roaming freely wherever you wanted to, stroking his chest, claiming him with kisses, the soft colour that they left behind, pink due to your lipstick, and the soft scratches of your nails, that made him bite his lip to keep his sounds hidden.

“Nuh-uh.” You tutted at him with a smile.

He snickered. “Oh, princess. Two can play that game.”

His hands pinned you down against the bed, his lips quickly going back to yours.

“You said I needed to keep my tongue to myself, and I promised that I would” He grinned, almost menacingly, lowering himself, trailing kisses down your body, discarding your underwear.

“I intend to break that promise.”

Maybe you and him would be difficult.

But he had asked you to stay, and you did. And he didn’t want to stop trying. Not yet.

[♦️☆🔒☆♦️]

~Kats, who did most of this in a hospital bed (‘m okay now dw) but fell asleep and didn’t publish it, lol. I LOVED THIS IDEA POOKIE TYSM !!

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[nonranghaes]

"how is the most amazing person in the world doing?"

chris looks up where he's stretched across your couch, scrolling through social media. you're leaning over the couch, gazing at him lovingly, and it takes everything within him to not sink down into his jacket to hide his reddening face. "you can just tell me how you're doing, you know," he says instead.

"hm?" you tilt your head, and then look around. "there's not a mirror in here... who are you talking to?"

he stares at you for a moment. "you're not gonna win this--"

"yes, i am," you giggle, leaning down to peck his lips. "so?"

he slowly begins to sink into his hoodie, pulling his cap down over his face. "... i'm pretty good."

you let out a satisfied hum. "good," you say, reaching down to flick the bill of his cap back up.

chris looks up again a moment later. "and how's my world doing?"

immediately, he sees you turn away out of embarrassment. "nooo..."

"yessss," he reaches out, catching you by the hand. he's evened the scores between the two of you, and that proud smile on his face always warms your heart. "well?"

"... i'm pretty good, too."

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[wooahaes]

baby steps

pairing: husband!bang chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff. parent au!

word count: 2.8k~

warnings: reader is written to be afab (mentions of pregnancy) + reference to reader with gendered terms like mom. food mentions. idol au for silly purposes. kind-of a rewrite of a wonwoo fic. girl dad chris (yes this needs a warning!!!) no proofreading, intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: girl dad chris brainrot is severe................ i am just thinking too much abt him....... <3

chris’s side of the bed had long since gone cold when you finally woke up that morning.

most days this was normal. chris was a busy guy, he had things to do, songs to work on: you weren’t always graced with the ability of going to bed with or waking up to your husband unless you were lucky. of course, that had all changed after you got pregnant--he’d worked things out so that he could be there for you a little more, especially during the more rough patches of pregnancy, and that he could be fully at home with you for longer bouts of time in order to bond with your new daughter (and to help you while you recovered from everything). the older she got, the more he was easing back into working proper. sure, chris worked on music while he was at home with you (you needed your down time, too, and the two of you were pretty on top of things... and you had plenty of help with chores in the form of seven very insistent uncles who wanted to see your child), and he was starting to get busy again with rehearsals and production since there was something about photoshoots and filming coming up...

but that didn’t change the fact that the bed was cold when you woke up. which meant that chris had either left for the day (unlikely: he always roused you awake with a kiss and a promise to call him if anything serious came up so he could come running), or...

you closed your eyes and listened to the baby monitor for a second. your daughter had yet to say her first words yet (the doctors told a very anxious you and chris that this was normal), but you were used to sometimes hearing her babbling softly. yet you couldn’t hear her or the sound of her breathing, which meant she was out of bed.

true enough to your thoughts, you found chris in the kitchen. he’s gently bouncing her while running a bottle of pumped milk under the warm water, softly singing something under his breath. her face was squished against his shoulder, although she wasn’t asleep. just... listening. maybe you’d tease chris later and say she was just like you: she liked hearing her dad sing. she just sat there in his arms, little hands groping the back of his shirt and releasing it as she entertained herself.

“gonna make you some bananas and eggs soon,” he said, drawing it out in this sing-songy tune, just above a whisper. it made you smile: it wasn’t the first time he’d done that (you noticed he was very inclined to make up little silly tunes for everyday things when he was taking care of her), but it was always endearing when he did it.

you reached into your pajama pants pocket, pulling out your phone to snap a quick picture of the two after ensuring that your phone was silenced. no need to interrupt him while he’s focused.

“ah... you’re getting so big,” he said, musing aloud. “gotta start towards only one nap a day...”

she cooed a little irritably about that, although it might have been the way he slightly jostled her to regain a good hold on her.

“i know,” he said, “i don’t like giving up naps, too. but you’re getting big. gotta start taking those big girl steps...”

another babble, more serious. it made you crack another smile.

“you’ll always be my baby, though,” he said, voice so much warmer this time around. “right? no matter how big you get,” he set the bottle on the counter after testing it one last time, shutting off the water. “you’ll be our baby. right, honey?” he looked up to meet your gaze, smiling warmly as he shifted your daughter in his arms. “you don’t have to keep watching us, you know.”

and yet you always would when you found him in moments like this, just to savor the sight. “i’ll make breakfast,” you said as you made your way over, planting a quick kiss against his lips. “hers first. how long have you been up?”

“not that long,” he said. “i heard her wake up. i thought you would have gotten up since you usually do,” he made his way over to her high chair, carefully setting her into it. “but i figured you could use the extra sleep since you didn’t.”

(chris sometimes would tease you about not letting him get dad-time with her. the moment she hiccuped or breathed in a certain way or so much as babbled, something in you woke you up and made you go to her while chris was still waking up to do the same. the only times he went were when you were too tired to, usually met with a gently smack to his arm or chest and a “your turn” before you buried your face back into your pillow.)

“what’s on the schedule today?”

the long sigh told you pretty much everything you needed to know. “just... a lot. gotta get ready for what’s coming up, you know? we pushed back dance practice since, y’know,” he nodded toward the baby he was currently holding a bottle for, “but it’s fine. we’ll be fine.”

“think the company will hate me if i bring her by for a visit?” you made your way over, “before you guys get started today, i mean.”

he hummed for a moment, mentally running through his day while you were preparing to make breakfast. “if you come with me into work, it should be fine? it’ll probably hype up the others. they love her almost as much as we do.”

that they did. while they’d never been overbearing, sometimes you swore they’d collectively adopted her as their own (and maybe, in a sense, she was). although you’d only trust so many of them with watching over her. a few months ago, minho and jisung had come over a little bit forcefully (chris had mentioned being exhausted) to push the two of you to get rest while they watched over her. you had woken up to a cleaned apartment and dinner courtesy of minho, who’d long-since finished cooking and had preoccupied himself with playing with your daughter alongside jisung.

(minho had been the one who quietly told you that if you or chris ever needed help to call on him again: he was happy to come watch her for a bit, even if it was late or he was tired. your health was important, too.)

“i think she likes you more,” you later mused aloud as you set two plates of breakfast down. he’d been focused entirely on her as you worked fast to get food served for both of them--you could eat afterward.

he stopped you long enough to press a kiss against the back of your hand. “she loves us equally.”

you rolled your eyes as you went to make breakfast for yourself. he knew the truth: that she favored him in far more than just looks. not that it bothered you in the slightest, since she loved you as well. but through and through, she loved her dad more than anything else, always reaching for him as soon as she saw him and giggling over anything he said. all that really mattered to you was the fact she was loved, and with chris in your life, you knew she was and would always be.

the moment chris had finished feeding her breakfast, you’d hoisted your daughter into your arms and decided to get her dressed while he ate. he’d entertain her again while you scarfed down food and changed into something more presentable (you’d have to resist the urge to just throw a jacket over the shirt you were wearing, fully aware there was a stain on the shoulder). 

it was chilly out, and you’d began looking through her closet, showing off different options for her to wear. plenty of these things were things both your friends and chris’s had bought for her--and you’d veered toward the things you knew had been bought by his members. the last time jisung saw her in her little ducky dress had been all you needed to stick to things that the others would recognize. you layered her up to keep her nice and warm, happy to have dressed her in the fleece cardigan that jeongin bought her a few weeks ago (she needs something nice to keep her warm, right?) with her puffy coat draped over one of your arms. you handed her off to chris, who immediately stole a kiss from you before toting your daughter away to entertain her, and immediately you were set into what you dubbed ‘parent mode.’ eating breakfast quickly, throwing things into the dishwasher since you’d definitely be too tired to do it later, getting ready as quickly as you could: all the things you and chris grew used to doing in trying to be as available as possible for your daughter whenever she was awake.

soon enough, the three of you were gathered by the front door, dressed and ready to head out. he planted a quick kiss onto the top of your daughter’s head, and out the three of you went. you’d always sit in the backseat with her, cooing over her and making her giggle. life would only get harder the older she got, so you and chris had resolved to make her childhood as happy as the two of you could. you carried her in your arms despite the fact you knew she could cruise just fine (one day she’d take those first few steps without needing the help, and you’d probably cry over it) while chris walked just barely ahead of you. he needed to warm up, after all--and if the two of you didn’t go straight to where his members were, you both knew her aunties in the building would catch sight of her. they could say hi after you left the guys to their practice.

(truly, you were glad for the relationship chris had with his boss. you’d only brought your daughter up to the building once or twice over the past year, and as long as it didn’t become a distraction, things would be okay. hell, if nothing else, you were just glad that you and chris had been protected as much as possible throughout this stage of your life.)

changbin had been making his way back to the practice room when he saw the two of you, and immediately made a beeline toward you and chris. “why didn’t you tell me she was coming?” he said to chris, but then turned to you. “can i...?”

you didn’t mind handing her off to changbin, who quickly thanked you and said you looked wonderful (which was doubtful, in your opinion: you were very tired still). at first, it’d bothered you some that people always looked entirely at your baby and seemed to forget about the two tired parents behind her.. but you’d grown okay with it in time. mainly because there would always be several people who spoke to you first (several members of staff, for one, but minho always made a point of checking in on you first), but you still liked knowing that your daughter was adored by so many people in her life. it was nice to know that there’d always be someone there to help if you asked for it.

you stepped into the practice room as chris had hung back to talk to the choreographer about something, and immediately you were greeted with the sight of jisung making silly faces at your daughter--goading her to try and call him her favorite uncle. hyunjin would always roll his eyes and said she was too little to lie like that, but stand close enough by to smile at her and talk to her.

felix had come up to you after he saw you, already embracing you. “we missed you,” he hummed, “and her.”

“you can always come by,” you said, hugging him back. there was always something nice about a hug from felix that you savored more than the others. "just let us know, alright?”

felix just hugged you tighter before letting go. “everything okay?” he said in a quieter voice. “chris said something about you sleeping more lately.”

of course he did. and of course felix would be the sweetheart who’d check in to calm his own worries. “just tired,” you admitted after a moment. “i dunno. i think it’s just anxiety,” you confessed. “every time she hiccups or sighs in her sleep, i wake up for a few minutes just to hear her settle back down.”

“ah.” he kept an arm wrapped around you, “i’m sorry. if you ever need one of us--”

“i know.” you looked to where jeongin had taken her from changbin, cooing at her happily. bbang and bang, you’d dubbed them in you mind once: truly always a cute sight to see. you swore his eyes were sparkling when he started asking her who bought her this jacket. you turned back to felix, “we appreciate it a lot, felix.”

“do you think we could teach her how to dance?” minho had come up beside you, yet was craning his neck to get a better look at your daughter. “when she’s older.”

“are you going to teach her?”

he smiled a little. “i might,” he said. “by the way...” he held up a little knit cap with cat ears on it, looking at you. “i was going to give it to chan, but since you’re here...”

you’d accepted it with a soft laugh. “thank you, minho. i’m sure she’ll love it.” 

although you’d heard something in the way she was babbling. it’d made you turn away from minho while he was saying something about how big she was getting, watching her carefully. she’d become far more wiggly in jeongin’s arms, looking around insistently. you could hear jeongin asking her what’s wrong. hyunjin had been holding his phone up, recording what was jisung cooing at her--likely to send it to you again, since you’d collected plenty of videos of your daughter with her uncles. seungmin had pointed you out, saying that her mom was over there in case that was what she was looking for, only for that to not be it as she kept looking more and more upset.

then you heard her, seeing troubles disappearing from her face immediately, voice clear as it could be: “appa!”

chris had just stepped into the room, and immediately his head had jerked toward where she was. you’d never seen him bolt across the room so quickly, already pulling her into his arms as he looked her over. and then the realization hit him as he whirled around to look at you.

“did she just...?” he mouthed at you.

all you could do was nod. that settled that: she’d always have chris wrapped around her finger. you broke away from minho and felix to make your way to her, jeongin meeting your gaze. his eye cut back toward your daughter, and somehow you just understood what he was asking as you nodded.

“wait, really?” jisung spoke aloud. “oh my god.”

meanwhile, your daughter was too busy paying attention to her dad to notice or even care about the stir she’d caused. and chris... well, you were going to feel guilty when you had to leave with your daughter in a few minutes. he’d looked as enamored with her as he was the day she was born, clearly so proud of her for finally saying her first word--and the fact it was her calling to him? he’d give her the world if she asked for it. reluctantly, he’d give her back to you when you asked for her, although he’d plant another kiss on the top of her head.

“we’ll see you at home,” you said, and then looked at your daughter, bouncing her in your arms. “appa has to work now. say bye-bye.”

and yet you swore she pouted when she heard that, already reaching for chris again. all it took was a thousand little kisses from chris peppered all over her face for her to brighten back up, and you’d decided to take your leave while you could. the two of you waved to the others before heading out, and eventually you’d finally made it back outside after a few more little visits with other people you’d encountered on your way out of the building. you caught a taxi home, and soon enough your phone had buzzed with a video from hyunjin. you’d turned the volume down, watching it until you heard that shrill “appa!“ from your daughter, and immediately your heart lurched in your chest.

hyunjin had caught it. you’d have to repay him somehow for catching both your daughter’s first word and the look of surprise on chris’s face as he came back into the practice room.

you’d snuggled your baby close to you again, pressing a kiss onto the top of her head. life was good. you never knew how long it would be good for, but you’d always treasure living in those good parts for as long as you could.

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[thru-the-grapevine]

[8:25 PM] “Too bad the game got rained out, huh?” Chris grinned as you both slogged, soaking wet, into the entryway of his townhouse. “It was just getting good, too.”

“Ugh” was all you had to say as you attempted to wring out the sopping material of your shirt.

“You can borrow something of mine, c’mon,” Chris said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple and beckoning you to follow him up the stairs.

He could hear his roommates making a racket in their rooms, as usual, as he made his way to his room. So long as they didn’t come out to terrorize you, Chris was fine with the noise. It had taken such a long, careful process of coaxing you out of your shell, and the additional risk of confessing his feelings to you, before you both got to this point. He didn’t want Jisung or Changbin making it harder for you both.

“Do you have something warmer than just a t-shirt?” You asked as Chris closed his bedroom door behind him.

“Yeah, I’ve got sweaters and stuff in my closet, help yourself,” he offered, going over to his dresser to find a clean shirt.

Once he’d changed, his eye caught on the lyrics notebook on his desk. He picked it up, flopping back on his bed and examining the latest page. Where had he left off? He knew this one had been stumping him somewhere.

“Where should I put my wet stuff?” You asked.

“Oh, you can just lay it over my desk…chair…”

Chris set the notebook down slowly and sat up, staring.

You gave him a Look. “Don’t. Don’t you say a word.”

“No, no, like…it’s just,” Chris paused, taking in the sight of you in an oversized light blue sweater he’d completely forgotten he owned. “I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“Yes, well, they were the dry ones,” you said wryly, laying your shirt over the back of his desk chair as instructed.

“Hmm,” Chris said, still staring.

You turned back to him and folded your arms over your chest. “Are you going to be like this every time I wear something of yours? Or even something particularly colorful?”

Chris valiantly fought back a grin. “…No.”

You sighed, sitting next to him on the bed and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re the worst liar I’ve ever seen.”

“Sorry,” Chris grinned, not sorry at all.

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[citysweet]

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[collisvng]

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[mingihttps]

21 questions

bang chan x fem!reader

you want chan by your side when having a panic attack but he won't answer your calls. thankfully han is there to distract you until chan finally comes home.

wc: >800

warnings: established relationship, angsts, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, crying, hyperventilating, self harm (hair pulling), pet names (baby, babygirl, my love, sweetheart), a couple cuss words

"the number you have dialed is-" i hit the red button on my phone screen with shaking hands. i've lost count of how many times i've tried to call chan in the past hour. my sobs and uneven breaths echo off the walls of my bedroom and reach my ears twice as loud. my boyfriend not answering my calls when i need him just makes the tears run down my face faster. my thoughts are running a thousand miles a second. going from feeling so alone to feeling like my own boyfriend hates me. it's getting harder and harder to breathe by the second as it feels like the room is getting smaller. then, suddenly, the sound of the dorm room closing and heavy footsteps are ringing in my ears. based on the loud rhythm of the footsteps, i can tell that they don't belong to chan. i tuck my head between my knees and tightly thread my fingers in my hair as a way to ground myself and, hopefully, keep myself quiet. i don't want whoever it is that entered the dorm to know that I'm having a panic attack for who knows what fucking reason at this point. i can hear the footsteps getting louder as they get closer and closer to my lover's room that i've been hiding in ever since they left for practice this morning. i tug on my hair harder as my tears or faster as the footsteps stop on the other side of the door. there is a gentle knock that sounds three times louder than what it probably was. i put a hand over my mouth to make sure no sobs came out, which is fruitless since whoever is at the door already knows I'm in here.

"y/n... can i come in?" i hold back A choked sob, which only makes my breathing more shallow. why had han come home? were the others on the way? god, I hope so. "y/n? i know you probably want channie-hyung but he won't be home for another hour... so can i please come in?" now that i know han heard me crying there's no point in trying to keep quiet. i uncover my mouth and let all of my shaky breaths be heard by han through the door. han quickly moves to open the bedroom door and make his way to me. "shit." i hear him mutter under his breath once he sees the state that i'm in, hyperventilating and shaking as i hold myself for comfort.

"what happened?" he whispers affectionately as he sits beside me on the bed and takes my other hand out of my hair gently.

"i don't know anymore." i said, truthfully and quietly, but han still heard me.

"that's okay sweetheart, you don't have to know," he whispers once again while smoothing down my hair, "wanna play a game?"

i look at han with teary eyes questioningly. "what game?" i sniffled.

"how about 21 questions?" han smiled down at me with practically pleading eyes.

i wipe my eyes and nod my head. i know he's just trying to distract me from my anxiety, but who am i to say no.

"okay, i'll start, what's your favorite color?"

"han, you already know that"

"just answer!" i teasingly shake my head before answering the question and asking my own. i don't know when, but han must have texted chan and told him that i was crying because a few minutes into the game, i hear the front door slam shut and someone calling my name. the bedroom door opens quickly, revealing my boyfriend.

"i'm so sorry, babygirl, are you okay?" chan says as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head.

"it's okay channie, i know you're busy," i reassure him as i wrap my arms around his torso, "hannie helped me calm down"

"i know, he texted me, i'm sorry i wasnt here sooner, baby" chan apologizes again.

"i'm going to end this game of 21 questions here, then" han says as he gets off the bed with a stretch and leaves to go to his own room.

"you hungry at all, baby?" chan asks and i shake my head.

"i am tired, though" i whisper as i lay down in the bed.

"then let's take a nap, my love" my boyfriend whispered back as he lays down beside me.

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