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Chan, Who?

✿ Stray Kids’ Chan x Female!Reader ✿ Fluff ✿ 1.6k words ✿ Requested by anon ✿ Written by Sunni

This has been sitting in my phone for days, I’m sorry I haven’t had time to actually post it! Also, I hope you like it, anon, I hope it’s to your taste and what you wanted! Please request more, guys, I enjoy the challenge! -Sunni

I was able to format the following divider for only this blog’s use so please don’t take it or use in your own posts, thank you. - Chii

“Are you kidding me right now, Amy?”

Your best friend Amy was applying the finishing touches to a sign she made for Chan. She was basically dragging you to a soccer game today and of course she had made a cheesy sign that read “Christiano Bangnaldo” with a thumbs up emoji on it. Sighing, you could already imagine how many looks they would get. Not to mention all the other girls, who were all apparently just as in love with Chan as Amy, that would surely be giving Amy glares. You had to admit, she was one dedicated “fan.”

“What~?” she whined. “Isn’t it cute?!” she asked excitedly, holding up the now completed poster. Jeez, it even had glitter.

You rolled your eyes. “What is the big deal about Bang Chan, again?” you asked, mostly to yourself.

As soon as the two of you sat in the bleachers just off the soccer field, you could tell Amy was going to get punched. You weren’t sure how willing you were to get in a cat-fight. The other girls kept turning around and narrowing their eyes. One girl even tried to spill her drink on the poster! These girls were out of control. Chan wasn’t even that cute. As if she were reading my mind, Amy suddenly said, “You know why I really love Chan? Even over his undeniable cuteness?”

You forced a fake smile. “Why, Mrs. Bang?”

Amy blushed at the pet name and continued. “Because he stays humble and dedicated to whatever he’s doing. Think about it, he’s never given up his dream for music, he continues to play soccer, and is still one of the top students in his class!”

You wanted to tell her she was wrong. But she wasn’t. Suddenly, the principle came out to give a speech about how this was the deciding game for who would go to play-offs. The national anthem was played, and then the teams were being introduced. As soon as your school’s team was called, everyone started screaming. Chan, the captain of the team, of course, led the team out and Amy’s screams were practically deafening. You cringed and observed Chan from this distance. He had a light sheen of sweat covering his face, probably from warming up, but his uniform was spotless. Not a single hair was out of place. He was smiling. You denied the attraction you felt towards him. Besides, Amy would probably kill you if she saw you as competition for Chan’s attention.

The game continued without much eventfulness. When Chan tripped over someone else’s feet and practically face planted, you expected people to laugh. You really did. But you were the only one who began to crack up over the unified gasp all the other girls let out. It felt like a million heads turned around to glare at you so hard, you almost fell over. Amy punched you in the arm and you covered your mouth, stifling your laughter. When you looked back to the field, even Chan’s head was turned in your direction. Your heartbeat sped up. Was he truly offended?

But then Amy realized that he was looking in our direction and immediately raised her poster. “Bang Chan! Bang Chan!” she began to chant. Chan’s smile grew and he looked away quickly, probably embarrassed by the chants that were beginning to get louder. You didn’t join in.

The game was so long, the sun began to set and the blinding field lights were turned on. You shivered from the change in temperature and tugged on Amy’s sleeve. “I’m gonna grab a snack from inside,” you explained. She looked back at you with a pout.

“But the game is almost over! What if you miss something?”

You gave her a small smile. “You can fill me in,” you suggested. She shrugged and you began to stand. You stood up completely and began to smooth out your shirt when Amy grabbed your forearm.

“Y/N!” she screamed. You looked to the field to see what she was being so dramatic about. You were practically starstruck as Chan smoothly ran past several defense players with the ball still at his feet. He was approaching the goalie at what seemed like lightning speed. Your jaw dropped as Chan kicked the ball with an extreme amount of power, sending it flying into the upper right corner and completely out of the goalie’s reach. You were screaming before you even realized it, your heart captured in the moment. Your school’s team had made it to play-offs and it was all due to Chan’s goal. Chan held his arms up in victory and all of his teammates began to run towards him. All the other girls in the crowd stood up with you and began to cheer at the top of their lungs. One began to chant Chan’s name, maybe it was even Amy. But eventually, everyone joined in. You observed the scene around you. All these girls chanting his name, Chan being lifted onto his teammates shoulders, where did you fit in at all in this picture? Realization hit you like a truck. You stopped cheering and sat down.

Amy continued to frantically wave her poster, itching for Chan’s recognition. Then, as his teammates began to carry him off the field, he turned his head i your direction. You sat up straighter. Your heartbeat sped up and you told yourself that he was only finally noticing the poster Amy had. Then, Chan lifted an arm and waved. Amy’s screams intensified and your mouth fell open. No, he wasn’t waving at you. Why would he be? You weren’t even cheering for him. Finally, Chan was let down from his “throne” and he ran off the field towards his coach.

Amy dropped back into her seat, exhausted from all the cheering. “Did you see that? Y/N, he waved! He waved at me!” she exclaimed, breathless.

You nodded and gave her the sincerest smile you could manage. He was waving at the poster. Totally.

~two days later~

The day after the game, all anyone seemed to be talking about was Chan’s deciding goal. You were so annoyed by the giggly girls by the end of the day that the confusing attraction you’d felt towards Chan was completely gone.

Or so you tried to tell yourself. But when Chan slid into the seat next to you on the bus ride home, you undeniably got more nervous than you had been during any past interactions with him. You found that was frustrating at the same time. Chan was a human being. He was like anyone else. Even if he was talented and better looking than most people. Curious if he would talk to you, you paused your music. You stared at his shoes. They were classic Vans. He looked cute in them. Even though you couldn’t even see his uniform or his face, you could tell. Chan kind of looked cute in anything. You felt his shoulder press into your and you inhaled slowly.

“Thanks for coming to the game with your friend,” he whispered.

You pretended to not have heard and looked up at him. His smile took you by surprise. Pulling the earphone towards him out of your ear, you mumbled a “Sorry?”

“I was surprised to see you at the game,” he started again, “Thank you for coming.”

So he had been waving at you, after all. You forced yourself to remain calm, cool, and collected. “I didn’t go for you,” you said. It came out stronger than you had expected and you smirked. Who ever said acting was hard?

“I know,” he said, equally as cool. “But I was still happy to see you.”

You looked up at him again. What kind of nonsense was he saying? He was giving you a small smile. Not wide enough to see his dimple but wide enough to make his eyes crinkle. You wanted to return it but that would spoil your attempt at a cool aura. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I know,” he repeated. “But I could.” He shifted in his seat so that he was facing you and stuck out his hand in the small space between the two of you. “I’m Chan.”

It wasn’t even acting when you rolled your eyes. How cheesy. Was this his idea of flirting? He was such a dork. A cute dork. You gingerly took his hand and tried to ignore how it seemed to fit in his perfectly. He tightened his grip only slightly and you were taken aback by how soft his hands were.

“Y/N,” you replied in a bored voice.

“Y/N...I’d love to get to know you better. But this is my stop. The café across from the bus stop near school. Tomorrow at three? Be there or be square!” Chan said quickly. You didn’t even have time to register what he had said before Chan threw his backpack on and practically leaped off the bus through the back door.

You sat there, stunned. A blush was creeping over your cheeks. Did you have a date? Had Chan actually just talked to you, of all people? He could have any girl he wanted in school, literally, and he chose to get to know you better?

Your instincts told you to get up. Look out the back window. When you did so, you could see Chan standing at the bus stop. He was looking at the bus driving away. And then he saw you. There was a moment if deja vu there. He lifted his arm and waved, just like at the game. And your heart swelled knowing that for sure, he was waving to you this time. You tried to hide the smile that formed on your face.

I feel like I didn’t write this well enough aahh I want practice, I want to practice. Also, this makes me a little sad, I never had a “highschool sweetheart” or anything close to that LOL Is that even a real thing?

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

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