cosmos-recs

[cosmos-recs]

gosh bestie this was…. this was so good!!! i love a good office romance trope and you wrote it to perfection! it was so sweet, the way you outlined their “friends teetering on something more” relationship.

and the conversation with changbin truly made me giggle 😂😂😂😂

and the text conversation at the end!!!! idk it was just perfect. the whole situation of finally being completely and 100% sure that the person you like likes you back and is equally interested and invested in you. the beginning of a new relationship with all the fluttering butterflies and bashful cheeks… ishshshsjssjshjd makes me want to fall in love honestly.

you did a really good job here 💛 such a pleasant and adorable read hehe

" pink promise "

PAIRING: office!bangchan x fem!reader WARNINGS: friends to lovers, fluff, a pinch suggestive WORD COUNT: 4.6K SUMMARY: Your favorite coworker comforts you after a particularly bad meeting and you realize he might be your favorite for more reasons than one

“I’m okay I-I promise. You can go to your desk, if you want.”

You stuttered dabbing the seventh tissue Chris handed you to wipe the tears from your eyes. You really tried your best to keep it together in your last meeting, but couldn’t make it all the way to the end. Your boss seemed to get a kick out of embarrassing you in front of as many of your colleagues as possible on a quarterly basis and she really laid into you today. You thought you’d toughened up a bit since your last verbal beating but clearly you overestimated your emotional strength. 

In the corner of your eye you saw him stand up, fidget uncomfortably for a few moments before sitting back down. Chris had been sitting next to you at your desk for the past 15 minutes just passing you tissues and repeatedly offering to go with you to HR, which you declined. Now that he’d run out of tissue and knew you weren’t keen on his HR idea, he looked confused on what to do next.

“Well I’m not going to just leave you like this.” he gestured to the mascara running down your cheeks. Of course this would happen on the one day you decided to wear mascara that, evidently, wasn’t waterproof. 

You took a deep breath, wiping the last of the runny makeup off your face, feeling a little more in control of yourself, and more importantly your tear ducts. 

“Yes, you can and should.” you warned, blowing your nose. “She’s your boss too. She'll have a fit if she sees you haven’t been online in 20 minutes.” 

“Man…. fuck her.” he said making sure to whisper the last two words after comically looking over both shoulders to make sure the coast was clear. You giggled looking away from him and back at the work you still had to complete on your laptop.

“I really thought I’d put the data together in the way she wanted this time.” you spoke half to yourself and half to no one in particular.

“Don’t worry about what she said. She is evil.” he emphasized the last word bringing a smile back to your lips, but it only lasted a moment.

“I mean… she’s the boss for a reason, right? She knows what she’s talking about. I just… I just have to be better at taking criticism.” 

He grabbed the back of your office chair and turned you to face him. “Listen to me,” he said firmly, only 5 inches away from your face to ensure he had your attention. 

“There is criticism and then there is just being mean. I don’t see anything wrong with your presentation. And even if I did, I would never talk to you - or anyone else like that. Especially not in front of a room full of people.

That's not leadership, that's just bullying.”

You chuckled nervously and looked away from him. Partly due to your proximity and partly due to your discomfort whenever you had to talk about yourself or your work. It was no secret to him that you viewed all your work as lackluster. No matter how hard you pushed yourself to get it done or how well it turned out, it was never good enough. Having a She-devil as a boss only worsened your outlook on your accomplishments. 

“Yeah… I guess.”

He stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nope. No guessing. I’m right. You’re wrong. End of discussion.” He insisted before closing eyes and turning his nose up at you to further signify his refusal to listen to any more of your nonsense. 

You laughed again. He was very good at making you laugh. 

“Alright, you win.” you answered slumping in your chair in defeat. “I give up.” 

His smile returned in an instant. “Good.” He answered, opening his arms for you like he always did. You were not an overly affectionate person, but your friendship with Chris meant a lot of hugs, so you’d gotten pretty used to it. He usually only did so after hours when both of you were alone. Presumably to avoid office gossip, but you never bothered to ask. Some might say, you looked forward to giving in to his little habit. You feigned reluctance, pushing yourself up off your computer chair to lean into his embrace. You didn’t hug him back at first. You usually didn’t. It was part of your routine. He would hug you and you would pretend to hate it. This time, however, the reason you didn’t hug him back was due to how absolutely drained you were. Both emotionally and physically. How you were going to work for the next four hours was anybody’s guess. 

“Don’t let her upset you like this. You’re too smart for that.” When you felt him rub your back, tears stung at your eyes again, but you shut them tight to keep them at bay. He was always so warm and kind in ways he didn’t need to be. You nodded against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist, finally hugging him back.

“Thank you.” you mumbled into his shoulder. 

“Wh-What are you getting all sentimental for?” he stuttered, pulling back a bit to get a better look at you while keeping you in his arms. You did the same, turning upward to see him. His eyes locked onto yours. Big, brown, and warmer than the summer sun. They were usually warm but they seemed warmer now than you’d ever noticed. Did he always look at you like this? You opened your mouth to say something but movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention. In your peripheral vision you see the lady in the cubicle next to you was giving you both a very knowing smirk. Thankfully Chris wasn’t facing her, but it flustered you even still. 

“Hm?” he prompted you to continue your thought while turning his head to see what caught your attention. Luckily the woman had returned to her work quickly so he didn’t see her.

“Sorry, I-uh forgot.” You released him from your arms immediately missing the warmth of him.

“Okay.” He patted your head twice before releasing you and began putting his laptop and other items he’d brought with him into his bag. He came with you to your desk right after that nightmare meeting without bothering to take his things back to his desk first.

“You know where you want to go for lunch? My treat.” he spoke, slinging his laptop bag over his shoulder.

“No, it's okay.” you answered, now very aware of your audience of one. Although she couldn’t be seen, you knew she was most likely listening. 

“Aw c’mon don’t be like that.” He cooed from the entrance to your cubicle. You could hear the pout in his voice. You looked up at him and confirmed his lips were pursed in the cutest pout you’d ever seen. “Since you’ve had a bad day, we’ll go wherever you want. Even that cake shop.”

“Really?” you couldn't help lighting up at that. You’d been talking about the cake you’d had there for weeks. Cake wasn’t exactly his ideal lunch but if it made you happy, he could eat a little unhealthy today. 

“Mhm.” he answered leaning on the wall of your space and waiting for your answer. Well… it seemed to you like he was waiting for your answer, but he was looking at you the same way he was when he was hugging you a moment ago. His eyes were soft like he was watching a kitten sleeping curled up by the fire.

He must have noticed you trying to figure him out because he quickly looked away and cleared his throat, mumbling something about texting him when you were ready before he scurried off to his own cubicle.

“That boy is in love with you.”

You sighed. “Mariam, you need a hobby.” 

Your 50-something coworker leaned over the cubicle barrier as she had a moment ago, knowing smirk returning to her lips. 

“Why would I do that when I got a romance novel one desk away from me? You’re like teenagers in love. It's adorable.” she added, pushing her reading glasses further up her nose, before turning back to her work.

“He's just very sweet. That's all.” She usually teased you for you and Chris’ dynamic but what she witnessed was, admittedly, more intimate than usual.

“Mhm, and I’m sure he gives cute little hugs and buys lunch for everyone.”

She had a point. Your silence spoke volumes and your reddening cheeks could speak ten more. Luckily for you, Mariam couldn’t see your face.

“Alright I’ll stop teasing. All I want is an invite to the wedding.” she added. 

You groaned. Just two more hours. you thought. Two more hours and it’ll be lunchtime.

“I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up over this.” Changbin said, continuing to mindlessly scroll through his emails before stopping to look at one in particular. He really had the whole “look busy” act down to a science. 

“Becaaaaaaaaause I promised her I would treat her to lunch since she had such a shitty morning. I can’t cancel this meeting, but I can’t cancel on her either. I hate life and life hates me.” he whined, slumping even farther down into his computer chair.

Right after his conversation with you, he threw himself into his work and completely forgot about an important meeting he had scheduled weeks ago for lunchtime  this afternoon which caused his current meltdown. 

Changbin cocked an eyebrow at his friend. “You are ridiculous.” he said, pushing himself up from his desk chair and crossing over to Chris’ side. 

“Its not the end of the world you big fuckin baby.” He chuckled and pulled Chris by the shirt to get him to sit up. “You tell her you can’t do lunch, but you can do dinner instead. To make it up to her and all that.” 

Chris sat up fully, contemplating the new plan. 

“Well I don’t know… asking her out to dinner seems a little more intimate.” 

“Exactly.” The long pause and blank stare he got from Chris in return made Changbin’s head hurt.

“I love you but sometimes I wonder how you survive without me.” He said to himself.

“You love me?” Chris responded, wiggling his eyebrows in mock flirtation as he shimmied towards his coworker.

“Not if you don’t FOCUS,” Changbin answered, holding Chris by the shoulders and stifling a laugh. 

“It's not straight up asking her out on a date but, like you said, it is a pinch more intimate than a regular coworker-lunch. That way you can inch yourself closer to being more than friends without really making a move.”

Changbin leaned back onto Chris’ desk, crossing arms over his chest as he watched his friend connect the dots.

“Actually… that's not a bad plan.”

“I know. Now stop moping and tell her. It's getting close to lunchtime.”

“I was sad we couldn’t do lunch, but this is really nice.” You said tracing your finger along the intricate design decorating the edges of the table cloth. The cake shop you’d looked forward to going to was closed once you got off work, but the place Chris had taken you to instead was definitely very nice. The restaurant was casual enough that you felt comfortable in your work clothes but fancy enough that you felt.. kind of special. In all honesty you were expecting a pizza place or something, so this was a very pleasant surprise. He didn’t have to take you here, but he did anyway. 

“I know right? I heard they have really good pork chops here so I had to give it a try.”

That reminded you of something that a coworker had said to you just before you got a text from Chris about the change of plans. He’d asked you about work things and then randomly asked what kind of food you liked. After answering him, he talked about work stuff for a few more minutes before excusing himself to get back to work. You thought it was strange then, but seeing as the answer you gave him was the same as the meal on the plates being set in front of you now, you had a feeling there was a connection. 

If you remembered correctly his name was Changbin and he was a close friend of Chris’ from school. You’d have to thank him later.

“You okay?” Chris asked, cheeks already full of food. 

“Hm?” you hadn’t realized you had been staring at your plate smiling like an idiot until he spoke. 

“Oh! Yea, sorry just remembered something.” You answered right before you cut yourself a piece. 

The drinks came out shortly after. You’d both ordered something light and fruity. Although it was friday, neither of you wanted a hangover so you figured one wouldn’t hurt.

Your sides were hurting from laughing. Chris had given you story after story from him and Changbin’s childhood but this one was by far your favorite. 

“So to be more realistic, he put black paint around his eyes because, you know, you don’t really see Batman’s skin when he’s in the mask, you just see black.” he says, taking a deep breath to calm himself for the next bit of the story. 

“And the Monday after Halloween he comes to school with black paint residue all over his eyes. It wouldn’t wash off.”

Chris was bright red and fanning himself with a menu trying to bring his temperature back down after laughing for what felt like twenty minutes straight. You weren’t doing much better. Your abdominal muscles felt like you’d be doing sit ups for hours and your mascara was threatening to run for the second time that day.

“Every teacher that saw him that day was either disappointed in him or laughed at him.” He wiped a tear from his eyes with a look of pure joy as he reminisced. “I think that was the best day of my life.”  

At first you couldn’t imagine the very well put together Changbin you’d seen in meetings being so rowdy as a teenager, but if he had been friends with Chris all that time, you could see it. Chris was very professional and knew his shit, but he definitely seemed like the class clown type. He’d never disrupt a meeting with anything unrelated to the topic at hand, but he would definitely send you an IM or two that would have you biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

“You really paint a picture..I’m sad that I wasn’t there to witness it.” You had almost forgotten about your drink until your bracelet clinked against the glass.You drank the last bit, chuckling to yourself about how fun it would have been to be a part of their school days antics.

“Me too..” he chuckled. “I would’ve had a lot more fun if you’d been there.” He traced the rim of his glass as he let his mind wander to a world where you’d been classmates as teens. He imagined sneaking you notes in math class, sharing his lunch with you if he got something you particularly liked, and late night study sessions where you did everything but study. 

“Oh yeah?” you asked with a slight lilt to your voice signaling a question with a hint of playfulness you’d usually reserved for non-work encounters. A hint he picked up on and prayed was intentional.

He looked up from his glass, wistful smile still present like he was still somewhere between reality and a daydream. “Yeah.” he answered. 

Your cheeks almost eclipsed your eyes when you smiled sincerely. You could feel them heating up as he looked at you. He maintained eye contact a little longer than a coworker would consider necessary. 

You looked away. “We probably would’ve gotten in a lot of trouble.” 

“Me? Never.” he waved away in your direction like he was physically batting away the concept of him being anything less than lovely. “I was an angel. You probably would’ve gotten us in trouble.”

You opened your mouth to disagree but closed it when you thought back on your highschool days.

“Actually you’re probably right.” you answered with a laugh. His eyes widened with this new bit of information. 

“Wait, really? You?” he questioned with the same astonishment as if you’d said you could fit a two story house in your pocket. 

You threw your head back in laughter at his very visible shock. “Yeah, I wasn’t a very good student.”

“Like.. school work-wise or behavior-wise?” he questioned while literally at the edge of his seat. This was easily the most animated you’d ever seen him. 

“Well… both I guess.” you answered, biting back your smile at his curiosity. 

“Really? That's crazy. With how you beat yourself up at work I would have guessed you were a straight-A student.” 

You laughed again at the idea, picking up your fork and making patterns in the sauce left over from your meal.

“Veeery far from it. I wasn’t in fights or anything like that but.. yea…. I definitely wasn’t student of the year.” You smirked. “I bet the teachers loOoOoved you, though.” 

“I mean.. well.. I don’t know.” he answered bashfully, leaning forward against the table on his elbows so he could hide his blushing behind his hands.

It felt like you two had your own little world that was just big enough for you two and the dinner table. You felt like a teenager again. His shyness strengthened your urge to mess with him. He had been shy around you before but never in this setting. Never had he been this way in a dimly lit restaurant, top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, and three drinks in your system. You were noticing a lot of things tonight. His hair was slightly tostled from messing with it as he told his stories, he had a habit of playing with the silver bracelet he wore on his wrist, and his lips were wet with the remnants of his last sip. All things that you may have noticed before but under these circumstances, you felt like you were seeing him for the first time. Chris' thoughts mirrored your own. He’d never seen you so open, so relaxed. He felt like this was the only time he’d ever seen you. 

“I bet you were the favorite.” you added pointing at him with the end of your fork. 

“Naaaaah… well not really.” he responded looking away from you like he knew it was indeed true. At least partly. 

“I knew it! You totally seem like the type.” You laughed thinking about the sad puppy dog eyes he probably gave all his teachers whenever he was in trouble. He probably could have gotten away with a lot.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I would’ve used my favorite privileges to get you out of trouble.” 

“Is that so?” It was your turn to lean closer, beaming at him. Your eyes were almost shimmering with delight at the proposition of Chris protecting you from angry teachers if you’d been in school together. 

“Of course.” Chris answered as smoothly as he could with his heart racing a million miles a minute. If you ever looked at him like that during work he’d take his laptop and work from home. He’d never be able to focus knowing you were around the corner after that. 

“Did you have detention a lot?” he asked. 

“Well… how much is a lot?”

“Wooow you really were a bad girl, huh?”

You shrugged like you had no idea what he could possibly mean, while pretending to look for the waiter. You hoped that averting your gaze was enough to distract him from noticing any reaction from you at the term ‘bad girl’. You liked that. You liked that very much. 

“Well I would’ve snuck you out.”

“Mister Favorite? You’d never.”

“I would!” He probably would’ve contemplated his next sentence more if he was 100% sober, but he was not.

“I mean.. I still would.”

“Aaaw you’d sneak me out of detention?”

He leaned forward and outstretched his hand with his pinky out to seal the pledge. “Pinky promise.”

You narrowed your eyes at him before leaning forward and linking pinkies with his. His hand was warm in yours. It was nice. 

“Pink promise.” You echoed. “You’ll be happy to find out that I don’t go to detention that much as a grown woman, but I appreciate the sentiment.” you joked making him pull his hand away to cover his face.

“You know what I meant. You’re so mean to me.” he complained through giggles. 

“Aw I’m sorry,” you cooed, reaching across the table and gently tugging his hands from his face, taking them in your own.

You could have let go, but you didn’t. He could have pulled away but he didn’t. 

“I’ll let you sneak me out of detention.” your voice was softer than it was before. In your closeness it felt like speaking too loudly would disturb the little bubble you two had.

“Good.” he answered, caressing your hand with the pad of his thumb. You would have stayed there for hours if you could have. You would have held his hand the whole time if you hadn’t seen the waiter coming to close out your tab.

Chris pulled away at the last possible moment and you took notice of the way he smiled at you when doing so.

You had a passing thought of Who knew he could be so sweet? But you knew. You knew very well. 

Chris paid for the meal. You were going to pay for your portion, but when you handed him your card he looked at you like you were crazy. “I invited you out. My treat.” he insisted.

“I can order you an Uber home.” He offered once outside the restaurant. “I completely forgot I was driving and had a few too many cocktails to be completely honest.” he chuckled, smiling apologetically. You didn’t mind, happy to spend a little more time with him but you wouldn’t tell him that. You were starting to sober up and remembering all the things you said was making your ears hot. You didn’t outright tell him you liked him but you might as well have with all your micro-confessions and lingering touches. You were content with ignoring the way you might have felt about him before this dinner and the sudden change in feelings was giving you whiplash. In two hours you went from slightly affectionate colleagues to holding hands over dinner plates in public places. You were never this careless. You usually spent most of your time overthinking but not tonight. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but you were more than certain it had a lot to do with the man standing next to you. Your coworker who was currently holding your umbrella over your head so you wouldn’t get wet from the rain when getting into your shared Uber.

“You know you could have had your own. I would have paid for yours if you wanted.” He mentioned with a grin. He knew why you opted to share one. The smile from ear to ear told you as much. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“Aaah ya know. Safe…ty?” you answered. You were too embarrassed to be truthful but telling an obvious lie was more or less the same thing.

“Uh huh. Then why can’t a bad girl like yourself take care of that, hm?”

“Shut up.” you shot back, covering your face and hitting him lightly on the arm. He laughs out loud before putting his arm around you and giving you a light squeeze. If he catches you blushing, he doesn’t mention it. He doesn't remove his arm from around you either. He acts as if he forgot about it but he very much didn’t. If you can feel his heart hammering in his chest, you don’t mention it. 

The ride back to your apartment was quiet. Part of you wondered what would happen if it was raining hard enough to warrant you inviting him inside. You could almost see him being the picture perfect gentleman in your mind’s eye. Him insisting on taking the couch, him worrying about whether you were sober enough to take a shower without falling, him asking if you wanted water all before considering if he needed any of those things himself. You would put money on him being nothing but wonderful.

“Your destination is on the left,” said the automated Uber voice.

“Well I guess this is it.” If he tried to hide his disappointment at the night coming to an end, he failed. 

You snickered at his obvious reluctance to conclude your night out, gathered your belongings, and stepped out of the vehicle onto the damp pavement.

“See you on Mon-” your lips pressing against his cheek stopped his train of thought in its tracks. 

“See you Monday!” you said before jogging up your apartment’s steps, praying that you don’t fall every step of the way. 

For the rest of his journey home, Chris was on Cloud 9. He could still feel your chapstick on his cheek when he got home and got into bed. He really wasn’t sure how he was going to get anything done on Monday with all the hearts and rainbows dancing around in his head but he was sure of a few things. 

1. He was going to ask you out on a date as soon as humanly possible. 2. He would need to get up early to pick out his outfit for work on Monday. 3. He owed Changbin. A lot. 

He wanted to sleep, but he couldn’t contain how happy he was. He felt like a kid the night before a highly anticipated field trip. Way too excited to close his eyes long enough for sleep to even be a possibility. Giving up on sleep for the time being, he picked up his phone. A text this late  wouldn’t be weird right? He had to make sure you got home safe! He was a gentleman after all.

You completed your nightly skin care quicker than you ever have. You wanted to go to sleep as soon as possible. Partly so you could pretend you didn’t just give a kiss to your coworker and partly because you could not wait two days to see him again. You found yourself still awake hours after being dropped off, staring at your ceiling not even knowing what to do with you nervous energy when you got a text.

chris 🗂️ : Made it home safe?

You snickered at his message, typing your own and hitting send. 

you: The uber took my right to my door lol 

Chris groaned into his pillow. Of course you made it home safe, he was there. Embarrassed as he might be, he types a response.

chris 🗂️ : Oh yea lol forgot chris 🗂️ : I guess I was a little distracted

You want to scream. When did he get so smooth? 

chris 🗂️ : Before you go to bed, I have a quick question.

He doesn’t wait for your response, he’s too eager.

chris 🗂️ : Do you think I would be able to take you out on a date?

If you didn’t know your answer before tonight, you definitely do now. 

you: Will we get to go to the cake shop?

Chris chuckles and sends his response.

chris 🗂️ : Lol of course. Pinky promise.

a/n: I wrote this to cope with the fact that when I go back to work tomorrow there will be no bang chan for me to give kisses to. Please pray for me in these trying times 🥲

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[cosmos-recs]

NOOOOOO THIS WAS SO SOFT!!! SO SWEET!!! SO INTIMATE!!

gave me butterflies just reading it honestly. also i love the way you write. “wisps of soft dreams ebbed away” is such a beautiful way to describe stirring awake kehshdhsjshhshdjsj

this is written really REALLY well. wonderful job, ash! truly. this is beautiful and such a comforting and warm read

[6:27am]

☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 0.4k

As the wisps of a soft dream ebbed away, Y/N found her eyes opening slowly. It was dark in the room, the sun not yet up; numbers on her phone flashed up at her with their bright lights, and she sighed under her breath as she let her eyes fall shut again.

But she must have still been half asleep, her mind clouded; Y/N's eyes suddenly snapped open again as she realised there was no reason for her to wake up early. She could sleep for as long as she wanted to, enjoying the soothing sound of rain trickling down the window.

A slow smile spread across her face as Y/N grew aware of her surroundings. The side of her neck was incredibly warm, her husband's lips pressed to her skin in a constant, sleepy kiss. One of Chris’ legs was hooked over the curve of Y/N's hip almost as if he was locking her into place. His arms were snuggled around her stomach, and Y/N realised with soft eyes that one of his hands was nestled beneath her t-shirt, fingertips gentle against her skin.

Biting her lip as a sudden wave of affection washed over her, Y/N leaned back into her husband slightly. His torso and his chest were incredibly hot against her back, and as she pressed into him, she couldn't help but feel as though Chris’ body was the perfect mould to hers. They fit together perfectly like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and Y/N smiled as she turned her head slightly. In the shadows, she could make out the dark lines of Chris’ eyelashes and the way sleep had made his face soft, almost like that of a baby's.

She also saw when the man started to smile. Y/N grinned as Chan dipped his head, planting soft kisses to the line of her shoulder, his arms squeezing her tighter and pulling her further into him. They were as close as possible, but it clearly wasn't enough, for Chris placed his chin on top of Y/N's head and tucked his ankles around hers.

Y/N started to giggle under her breath as she felt another flurry of kisses on top of her head. She patted Chris’ hands on top of her stomach as he began to draw soft shapes over her skin; reaching for his fingers, Y/N entwined them with her own as she let her eyes fall shut again. Chris’ slow breathing tickled her skin and her hair, his chest rising and falling against Y/N's back, and his sweet scent hung like a warm cloud around her as she began to drift off to sleep.

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[cosmos-recs]

JASHSHSJSJSHSJSJS just the sweetest lil fic. there’s something so comforting about… wanting to comfort someone else, yk? idk if it’s just me but i feel like i’d be equally relaxed in making someone i love feel relaxed and happy. like… making people happy is just, such a great feeling.

also this was so cute bestie. truly. i loved the lil scene where he’s so tired he doesn’t realise she’s there…. until he does. and then he’s like KDJDJDHJDSJJD YOURE HERE??

ahhhh so cute!!! actually so adorable.

ugh i love reading lil sweet domestic fics. there’s something so intimate about casual domesticity. this was the perfect fic if you want that warm fuzzy feeling. truly.

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ~ 𝐁𝐂

⤜WORD COUNT: 2.8K

⤜PAIRING: Chan X Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: fluffy, cute, long distance relationship, meeting after a long time, surprising tired channie on tour, established relationship, pampering chan like the king he is, sleepy baby, 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

Chan frowned staring over at the crew members as he walked off the stage for the final time that night, he could have sworn he’d just seen you walking back there but it was impossible. Shaking his head at himself he turned his attention to something else and he checked over his members, smiling to himself when he saw them all walking toward the changing rooms. Most of them had been crying on stage thanks to the special show that STAY had put on for them, Chan could hardly believe it when he’d seen it. All of these different paper planes being thrown onto the stage with kind messages, as well as the stadium singing along to “star lost” with them, had left most of them in a crying mess. However, Chan did his best to keep his cool and make sure he didn’t cry too much on stage but it failed since he ended up crying hard inside the group hug. Everything had gotten a little too emotional, it was one of their first tours since Covid had hit and to see them get such a warming moment tore his heart up.

“Hyung? You okay?” Felix asked when he noticed Chan glancing his head around frantically as if he was looking for something or someone. 

“Yeah, I thought I saw someone,” Chan mumbled as he shook his head, there was no way it could have been you. If it was you, you would have told Chan that you were coming to see him.

“Who?” Felix asked, staring around for any sign of someone he knew but there was nothing. The crew were all there but that wasn’t who Chan was looking for and Felix knew it,

“I thought they looked like Yn.” His voice went off slowly, it was impossible to be you though. Chan had asked you to come to their final tour show but you were too busy with work to make it, it had been disappointing but Chan knew you needed to work. 

“She’s at work though, I mean she sent us enough photos,” Felix whined while rubbing his stomach, still remembering the photo of the cakes that you had been making for work that morning. You were always sending photos of what you were working on and always making them jealous that they didn’t have access to the treats. 

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#stray kids #bang chan #fluff

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EEEEE another absolutely adorable lil piece!!! i actually really love the way you describe these little moments, bestie. there is something so warm and comforting about all these scenarios.

also. @rachalixie i feel like you’d really like this one 👀

4 times he holds your hand (Lee Minho)

Pairing: Minho x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Fear of heights mentioned, reader sits in Minho's lap

When you're eating together

One of the things the two of you loved the most was to eat meals together. Whether it was one or both of you cooking, going out to eat someplace nice, or eating takeout while sitting on the kitchen counter, sharing a meal was an important experience for you two. Sometimes, you would talk and gossip as you ate, and sometimes it would be in silence, but either way he would often reach out and hold the hand you weren't using with the one he wasn't using. Sometimes he would get sad when you were eating something that required two hands, and he would insist on sitting close enough to you that your arms could at least touch.

2. When you walk across high places

Early on in your relationship, you had learned that Minho didn't like heights. The first time you had walked over the bridge over the stream near his apartment, you had noticed how unsettled he seemed. Asking him if he was okay, you reached for his hand to comfort him. After reassuring him that it was okay to feel scared, he started holding your hand to ground himself whenever the two of you were up high.

3. When you're driving

The two of you spent a lot of time in the car together. Sometimes that was in the form of day trips and adventures, and sometimes it was simply going to the grocery store together. Either way, spending time in the car with you was just as important to Minho as whatever you were going to do. This also meant that holding your hand while either one of you was driving was of utmost importance to him. He would put his hand on the edge of your seat and wait for you to lay yours on top. If you didn't notice, he would poke you (gently, at first) until you complied.

4. When you sit on his lap

He wasn't a big fan of extreme pda, but the moment you got home he was pulling you to sit on his lap. Wrapping his arms around you, he would intertwine your fingers as you held each other. Whether you were talking, watching tv, or simply being close to each other, he would want to hold your hand.

#stray kids #lee know #fluff

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noooo gosh this was adorableeee!!! like it made my heart flutter. oh, to have a relationship like this :’)

no but seriously. you described such beautiful little moments. they’re so simple yet… mean so much. truly heartwarming 💛

this was genuinely very cute and made me smile. so thank you!

4 times he holds your hand (Bang Chan)

Pairing: Chan x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none? let me know if you want something added

When you're in a crowded place together

The two of you were going exploring on your day off, and ended up in a very crowded section of the city. As you ducked around groups of people and carts on the street, he grabbed your hand because he was afraid you'd get separated. While he knew you could handle yourself, he still felt the need to keep you with him and safe. When you felt his hand grab yours, you look at him with a small smile, resting your head against him as you waited at a stoplight.

2. When you're brushing your teeth

He would absolutely love having physical contact with you as you simply went about your days. He appreciated the little domestic things he got to witness you do as your partner, and this included watching you get ready in the morning. When he would wake up and notice you already getting ready, he'd come over to kiss you before going about his routine. When your routines lined up, he'd stand behind you with his arm over your shoulder so he could hold your hand while you both brushed your teeth.

3. When he's painting your nails

You had asked him to help you paint your nails as you had trouble doing your non-dominant hand. He happily agreed, and sat down next to you. He grabbed your hand, moving to a better angle for him, and began applying the polish. While he was waiting for each coat to dry, he continued holding and massaging your hand, being careful not to mess up the polish.

4. When you're stressed about work or school

He had seen you walk in the door after your work day and immediately run to your bed. Concerned, he followed you, and lay down next to you. When he asked you what was wrong and you told him about your bad day and your horrible supervisors, he reached for your hand to comfort you while you talked it out.

#stray kids #bang chan #fluff

[cosmos-recs]

oh gosh this was so cute!!! i love the way you described the little things. like– there was barely any description but somehow i could picture all of it in my head. very smart actually. i feel like that’s quite difficult to achieve, as easy as it seems.

also every single one of those moments screamed domesticity and i was OBSESSED!!! literally had the biggest smile on my face the entire time. so thank you for that <3

it's the little things for me

chan: folding the laundry as he admires you while you scream to lady gaga on a friday night, cleaning your spectacles/ sun glasses for you, feeding you with his own chopsticks, making sure you're on the opposite side of the traffic while crossing the street, taking strands of hair out of your mouth when you're asleep, making sure he always has time for you, rocking you in his arms while you cry, sharing the tiniest of umbrellas even if you BOTH get wet in the process, silently wiping sauce off your face while you ramble on about the latest gossip at work/uni, sends flowers to your place on random days, saying he loves you more than he loves the ocean. lee know: wearing even the most cringe frilly pink aprons you'll get him which stay stuff like 'kiss the cook' or 'mr. good lookin is cookin', learning how to make all your comfort foods, buying you stuffed toys resembling your childhood pets, always making you taste test the food he's cooking, "do you want it to be spicier? it'll help with the cold.", oiling and massaging your hair on sunday mornings, talking to you like he does with his cats whenever you're sick, screeching to songs in the car, buying stupid matching sunglasses, sharpening your pencils for you, leaving sooni, doongi and dori at his parents' claiming you spend more time with them than him, cracking your fingers when he's bored.

changbin: washing your dishes no matter how much you insist you can do it, keeping in touch with your family once you introduce them to him, giving you piggy back rides, letting you make stupidly cute hairstyles with his hair, sleeping with your stuffed toys when you're not at home, always packing your favourite toothpaste because he knows how much you despise the hotel ones, letting you win at arm wrestling, racing with you to the nearby convenience store.

hyunjin: learning your drink orders for different moods and seasons, slipping little encouraging notes with the cutest doodles into your bag, jacket pockets, underwear pile, EVERYWHERE, clicking lots of candid polaroids of you, always keeping a lipbalm in his pocket for you, making a list of places you want to visit and taking you on surprise trips, rubbing your noses together, drawing on your arms while you watch a movie, listening to you rant about your passions all. night. long.

jisung: always wanting you to share new music you like with him, buying you guys matching fluffy house slippers with the most bizarre stuff like cheese puffs or flamingos on them, decorating your shared space with childhood photos of you, singing karaoke with you until 4 am, watching panda and hamster videos together, singing you awake every morning, playing careless whisper as a way of asking you to dance with him, binging studio ghibli movies with you on days off, afternoon naps, watching fireflies together, weird nicknames like 'cake batter eater' or 'hairbrush stealer', rewatching childhood cartoons, doubling over in laughter one second and having the most serious conversations the next, "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

felix: reporting accounts which abuse skzoo >:(, always stocking up on your favourite snacks, letting you tease him over his small hands, giving you the best massages after long days, whispering and quiet laughing in silent spaces, biting your shoulder whenever you expose him in front of the boys, showing off his latest dance moves while dusting the house, giggling and rolling around in fresh sheets you just finished putting on, being your personal heater during the winters, miserably gardening together, smiling in between kisses.

seungmin: learning small phrases in your mother tongue and making sure his pronunciation is on spot, wearing animal onesies together, waking you up with your favourite cup of coffee every morning, giving you head scratches when you can't sleep, cuddling together on a rocking chair, fighting over who pays for the bill, going to fancy stores and trying out clothes only to leave without buying anything, always finding you first whenever there's a blackout, going to the local adoption center and cooing at puppies together, tracing your features while you sleep, a quick forehead kiss before he rushes to work, replacing photocards you have of other members with his own.

jeongin: "mentioned you in their story", staying on call with you when you're taking a cab at night, wearing normal shoes when he goes out with you, eating caramel popcorn at 2 am, getting on a subway and going to the nearby town because you heard it's raining there and needed a reason to dance together, laying his head on your lap while reading manga, wearing fuzzy socks, trying out stupid tiktok couple trends, pretending to be a toxic couple while grocery shopping,

#stray kids #skz headcanons #fluff

[cosmos-recs]

heheheh this made me giggle so much. it’s so cute. idk how you came up with the perfect dorky cute scenario but i am HERE FOR IT!!!

also i love your dialogues in this. they felt so real i found myself smiling and rolling my eyes along with the MC djhdhdhdj

this was an absolute delight to read

“i think you liiiiiike me.”

you look up from where you’re checking the movie times on your phone to where chris is sitting across from you in this cafe. he’s resting his face in his chin with the cheesiest goddamn grin on his face, and you can see how his ears are red. chris, who is on a date (not the first, far from it) with you. chris, who has known you for years now. chris, who’s “know it all” tone is obnoxious and something he gets away with because 1. he knows you well enough that you’ll let it slide and 2. he’s entirely right.

he giggles at whatever annoyance you’d mustered up. “i mean it! i think you liiiike me.”

“we’re on a date, you dork.”

“don’t you wanna know how i feel?”

oh. he’s teasing you today. “are you going to tell me?”

he hums for a moment, as if he’s considering not saying it. “nope.”

and then he gets up, grabbing his coffee as he giggles, leaving you behind. you scramble to grab your own drink, following him outside and down the street. “what do you mean ‘nope’?! i know you like me already—”

“i like you,” he holds up one hand, index and thumb barely apart, “this much.”

you scoff. his stupid cheesy smile says it all. “right.”

“but!” he opens his arms, “i love you this much!”

you yelp as he embraces you tightly, giggling like mad. people are staring at your loving dummy of a boyfriend, and you whine at him in response.

“say it normally next time,” you say, hugging him. “you dork.”

he just giggles, satisfied with teasing you once again and getting away with it. “i like keeping you on your toes.”

#no but fr who would want nothing more than to date a dork like this 😂 #there’s something so cute about grown men acting like cute children when teasing their partners #and declaring their love #like 😂😂😂 ah… my cheeks hurt from smiling so much #stray kids #bang chan #fluff

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hold on holddddd on!! this was so cute! and also so funny. i love the way you wrote the interactions between the characters. they all seemed so comfortable with one another—being vulnerable but also cracking jokes and making fun of each other.

also hyunjin’s bit oh gosh!! that’s such a beautiful way to put it, being in love with someone. you truly captured the essence of love in each scenario.

this was very very cute and made me smile 🥰

"So when did you know it was love?"

Members. Skz hyung line (+hyunjin)

Synopsis. Asking them about the time when they'd fallen for you entirely

A/n. I woke up missing ji and decided to write something for skiz, it's been a long time since I've written for them anyway. I was watching a movie yesterday (more like analysing the poster) and the tagline said, 'so when do you know it's love?' And my writer brain went wee woo 🚨.

Bang chan

"so when did you know it was love?"

The question caught chan off guard, eyes shifting from his phone to your face, eyebrows quirked up in amusement, "where's this coming from?"

Rolling onto your stomach you groaned, "I don't know, chan, it just randomly popped up"

A bubble of laughter left his lips, "well to answer your question, I think it was our last semester at uni? I don't really remember the setting love, but I do remember that I was having a bad day. That paired with a raging downpour pushed me over the edge and I called you, crying, definitely not one of my best moments" chan paused to shake his head, "you helped calm me down and said, 'I'll be right there' and before I could ask what you meant you hung up"

"And before I knew it, you turned up at the library soaked to the bone. You handed me my umbrella and gave me the biggest, warmest hug someone had ever given me, despite the fact that you were freezing,

We'd already been dating for a few months, and you'd stolen my heart countless amount of times but it was at that moment I knew you'd stolen my heart from me forever"

Your cheeks felt hot, chan had always been a man of many words but to hear him voice out the moment he fell in love with you word by word felt nothing short of ethereal.

"But I do wonder, why did you turn up looking like a wet dog when you had an umbrella with you?"

Shrieks of embarrassment and laughter filled the atmosphere, love seeping into your bones even deeper.

Minho

"when did you know it was love?"

You saw minho's hand pause midway while petting dori, "is this one of those tiktok thingies where go around asking your partner if they'd love you if you were a worm?"

"What- no! I was genuinely curious" you whined as minho let dori down, placing a finger on his chin he pondered.

"Honestly?"

"Yeah!" You leaned forward excitedly.

"It was that time when you messed up a party's dress code and showed up wearing a chicken onesie."

"Fuck off" you replied, kicking a pillow at his face as he cackled, "No but how does one mess up that bad?"

Faux disappointment seeped into your features causing minho to break, "okay fine. But you dare not make fun of me or I'll set birds loose on you"

"You wouldn't dare" you gasped, "try me" Came his reply.

"It was late September, when we'd just been dating for a few months and when my self confidence was at an all time low. I remember you'd been begging me to show you one of my choreos until I finally agreed."

"Oh! I do remember it, and when the day arrived you made every excuse under the sun to not show me the choreography!"

"Yeah, because I've always been a little bit of a workaholic and a perfectionist and all the girls I've dated before would ask me to stop working or 'take a break',

nothing wrong with their concern but it just got tiring since I geninunely loved dancing, but then that day when I showed you my choreography, you sat there starry eyed; watching my moves like a hawk and your mouth left partially open as if me dancing was the single most enchanting thing you'd ever seen."

"It was!" you replied in a heartbeat, not missing the way his ears turned red instantaneously, "-anyway, then I told you I wanted to work some more on the choreography before I could come home and you said 'well, let's work together!' And started giving me all these ideas even when you had two left feet yourself"

You would've retorted with a 'hey!' Had it not been the soft gaze in his eyes. You knew minho loved you, it showed in the way he'd tone down his teasing once in a while and remind you that he still loved you.

But after this, you doubt any insecurity would ever cross your mind.

Changbin

"when did you know it was love, bin?"

Changbin almost dropped the plate he was holding, caught utterly off guard by a question he most certainly had the answer to yet didn't trust his words enough, "what do you mean, babe?"

"When did you realize that you were in love with me?"

"I fall for you every day." He deadpanned

"Yeah- but, like, when was the first time?" you asked flustered by his prompt reply.

"You're cute" He giggled, ruffling your hair as his eyes shone with admiration, "I think it was when we had our first serious disagreement? The first time the rose colored glasses shattered and we could see ourselves for who we truly were"

"You said something along the lines of, 'I'd understand if you left right now' and it was the first time in my twenty one years of life that I'd experienced true heartbreak. And it was also the moment when I realized no matter how many fights we had or will inevitably have in the future, I'd never want to walk out on you or us"

He ended his little monologue by peppering sweet butterfly kisses on your forehead, "I'll always love you" He whispered between the kisses.

The orange hues of the setting sun illuminated the two soul mates in that room who failed to realize that their souls were always meant to love each other, maybe the setting sun knew their story for it smiled as it set across the horizon.

Hyunjin

"when did you know it was love?" You asked hyunjin as he raked his fingers through your hair gently, a low hum escaping him

"When did I know I'd fallen for you entirely?" He confirmed to which you gently nodded your head, the serene atmosphere felt unreal with you laying on his chest and him alternating between patting your head and softly brushing your hair

"That's a question that doesn't really have a definite answer, love"

You allowed a beat of silence to pass by before you spoke up, "what do you mean?"

"Falling in love with you wasn't a spur of the moment... it was rather an entire journey.

From the moment we met to right now, it's been one hell of a ride. We've seen seasons, weather and people change. We've seen each other change for the better, I've see you through your good, your bad and your ugly" He paused to let his eyes roam all over your face as if memorizing every miniscule detail

"But despite all of that, I wanted you. I wanted you every waking moment of my life, I wanted you on the days you were too sad to even get up, I wanted you on the days you were cranky and moody, I wanted you on the days you'd blow up on me, I wanted you, I want you.

And when you want someone like that, above their flaws, imperfections and blemishes I think it's fair enough to declare it as love"

Hyunjin was always a romantic, never failing to make you feel loved and cherished and even after years of dating him, he still managed to take your breath away. He talked about loving you as if it was the most natural thing for him to do, as if loving you was easy.

And that terrified you because hyunjin was just as easy to fall for, if not more.

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I love how I post once a week but am chronically online, tee hee.

#stray kids #skz headcanons #fluff

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took me so long to get to this i’m so sorry 😭😭 i read it right away but jdhdjdhdjsk i didn’t have the energy to type out feedback and i didn’t wanna write smth short because- well it’s YOU but also because i loved this so so much!

you have such a way with describing scenarios that are so rich in comfort. like… i think this was the most calming post i’ve read in a while. it’s just… so soft. every single scenario you wrote is like this mundane moment in a relationship, and yet somehow it means so much because it’s being shared between two people who truly love each other dearly.

you never fail to make me smile with your works, bestie! 💛 please never stop writing

༊*·˚ late night vulnerability with skz

♡. genre: fluff! (ofc), some hurt to comfort (chan and binnie are sad/stressed) and overall just cute and soft moments with skz in bed <3.

♡. a/n: hiii! <3 this idea came to me when i couldnt sleep lmao. pretty fitting if you ask me. the time besides each member is the hour at which the conversation takes place. enjoy! <3 (friendly reminder that comments, reblogs and asks are deeply appreciated!)

꒰ °CHAN ꒱ - 2:34 am.

“Do you think Berry misses me sometimes?” He mumbles into your lap, voice full of sleep as you gently massage his scalp. Looking down at him, your eyes soften when he hugs your middle and hides his face in your stomach so, your other hand that isn’t playing with his hair comes up to softly trace his features.

“Of course, she does, baby.” Chan almost purrs in response and your heart melts at the sight, managing to contain the sudden urge to squish his cheeks together. “Remember how excited she was the last time you visited? She was jumping, running around you and never left your side the whole time you were there.”

A moment passes and then two with no response from your boyfriend and that’s when you realize, by his even breathing, that he finally fell asleep.

You smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead, whispering a sincere I love you in his ear, not stopping your massage.

Sleeps like this, in your lap, until you’re sure he’s asleep for good before you slowly move him into a more comfortable position and wrap his whole body in a blanket burrito.

꒰ °MINHO꒱ - 11:59 pm.

“Hug me, I’m cold!”

You hear him groan before he turns over to face you, grumbling under his breath as he envelopes your body in a big hug and begins to squeeze the life out of you. All out of love, of course.

“Better now?” “Minho, I can’t breathe!”

Doesn’t let go but does tilt your head up to look into your eyes and the love you see as you stare back almost has you in tears. A sleepy smile makes its way onto his lips and that’s when you manage to loosen his grip by wiggling into his arms, wasting no time as you begin to plant open-mouthed kisses all over his face.

His smile widens until giggles escape him, loving the way your lips feel on his skin as he lets you do whatever you want until you’re satisfied. When you finally reach his lips but don’t linger for as long as he’d like, instead kissing them repeatedly while also giggling, he takes matters into his own hands and kisses you deeply while still keeping the initial softness of your previous ones.

꒰ °CHANGBIN ꒱ - 3:47 am.

You toss and turn in the sheets for what feels like the millionth time before finally giving up with a frustrated sigh. “Binnie, I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.” The response comes instantly and you sit up on your elbows to find him staring at the ceiling, visibly exhausted. You frown, scooting closer to hug him by the middle and rest your chin on his chest.

“Everything okay?”

Your soft voice prompts him to let it all out, to rant about work and his daily struggles at a fast pace that you can barely keep up with. When his voice quivers, you look up and plant comforting kisses on his neck and jaw, one hand gently massaging his chest through his nightshirt.

When he’s done and his speech slows down, Changbin moves to hide his face in your hair, muscular arms wrapping around your body to bring you closer, almost like he wanted to morph your bodies together. Being one with the love of your life sounded great right now – to be able to take all of his pain and discomfort so that he’ll always be happy and healthy was something you dreamt about often. Unfortunately, until that was possible, you hoped from the bottom of your heart that what you’re able to do right now is enough.

꒰ °HYUNJIN ꒱ - 1:08 am.

“Forget worms, would you still love me if I was a deadly shark?”

Hyunjin looks up from his phone, flabbergasted, just to find you already looking at him. He’s silent, waiting for you to elaborate but when you don’t, he sighs and gives in. “Darling, what the hell are you talking about?”

You roll your eyes, cuddling closer as you place your head in the crock of his neck to inhale his comforting scent. His arms pull you closer instantly, phone long forgotten. “This hypothetical situation, Jinnie, is critical for our relationship. Please take it seriously.”

Is confused the whole time as you ramble on and on about your ‘hypothetical situation’ that at some point, having had enough, he just turns his back to you and gets comfortable on his other side.

When you follow him and throw a leg over his body, continuing on while drawing patterns onto his back, he swiftly turns around to hover over you, pinning you to the mattress. Your eyes meet and for a second, you think he’s going to kiss you until your dream is shattered as he begins tickling you mercilessly instead. A tickle war starts that leaves you both breathless and laughing well into the night.

꒰ °JISUNG ꒱ - 1:56 am.

“When you’re away and I miss you, I spray this pillow with your cologne and cuddle it as I would cuddle you.”

Jisung’s eyes widen slightly as you speak against his lips, the lingering sadness in your tone pulling at his heartstrings in an unpleasant way. You’re face to face, staring lovingly at each other when talking in hushed voices about everything that comes to mind.

He knows that at this time during the night, he gets all soft and mushy but he wasn’t expecting to cry this soon. You were so good to him, his own angel on earth that would wait for him for as long as it was needed. You deserved so much better.

Gently cupping your cheek, you lean into his touch and close your eyes in contentment, and he bites his tongue to not start crying. “I’m sorry, baby.”

His voice is shaky so without a word, you cuddle closer, burying your head in his chest and holding him tighter while also kissing his covered chest. “Sorry? Sorry for what? Don’t be silly, Ji. Your love makes all this waiting around worth it every single time.”

꒰ °FELIX ꒱ - 4:02 am.

“Wait, what? She said that to you?” Felix asks, voice loud in disbelief as the hand that was combing through your hair stops momentarily.

You nod, looking up at him from where you’re resting your head, on his abs, the bare skin warm and soft under your touch. “Yes! I have receipts, hold on.”

As you scramble out of bed to get your phone from where it's charging, Felix can’t help but smile as his eyes are completely focused on you and nothing else. He always thought you were the most beautiful like this – bare-faced, with your hair slightly messy and missing that furrow between your brows that appeared during the day.

Vulnerable and oh-so cuddly during the late hours of the night, and early hours of the morning you sometimes spent him with, talking, kissing and laughing until the sun rose again to announce another new day.

When you came back to bed, Felix was resting with his back against the headboard and the position allowed him to pull you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you showed him your phone. It was the domesticity he always craved for which he hoped would never end. That you and him like this never ended.

꒰ °SEUNGMIN ꒱ - 12:32 am.

Taking another peek at the bedside clock, you can’t help but sigh as the red digits glare at you, almost mockingly. You’ve been in bed for hours now and you’re still as awake as you were back then too. It was infuriating, and you were this close to actually crying in frustration.

Almost as if sensing your low mood, Seungmin turns on his side to face you. “Everything okay?”

You shake your head and bury your head in the warm pillow. “I can’t sleep, Minnie. Will you sing to me, please?”

His arms come around you to bring your back to his chest, successfully luring you into being the little spoon, which to be honest, you didn’t mind at all right now. He places a kiss on your cheek, and with one hand softly massaging your hip, he starts humming. Not a lullaby, but one of the group’s title tracks.

When you glare at him over your shoulder, he grins and stifles a chuckle before starting to sing a proper lullaby. Just as suspected – his dreamy voice does have magical powers and you’re asleep in less than five minutes. Or maybe it's the way he holds you so closely and the occasional kiss on the top of your head that did the trick. Either way, you have to let Felix know asap. He owes you 20$.

꒰ °JEONGIN ꒱ - 11:45 pm.

“Blanket thief.” He complains, however, there’s no real malice in his tone as you roll around into a blanket burrito and leave him completely exposed to all the monsters that come out at night, laughing loudly.

You don’t see him, but he rolls his eyes, trying to appear annoyed as he hides his growing smile. “Come here, baby, let’s share.”

When you shake your head no, still giggling in your pillow, Jeongin takes matters into his own hands, literally, and lifts you up by the waist to trap you into his tight embrace, which causes you to shriek and laugh again. He soon joins in and your laughter fills the tiny room as you begin wrestling for the blanket.

“Come on, be reasonable, there’s enough blanket for the both of us.” “No.” “Y/n.” “But Jeongin, the monsters – “ ,“I’ll beat them up! Now, come here!”

Somehow, he manages to convince you to share and you fall asleep cuddling while watching youtube videos, with his soft voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But during the night, he still ends up uncovered and because he’s petty, he pretends to fall out of bed and says that the monsters got to him because of you and your selfish nature he can’t help but still love so much!

#stray kids #skz headcanons #fluff

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ahhhhhh honestly this is such an underrated piece of art! it’s so cute. i love the way you described the relationship between chan and the little kitten 😂 reminds me of that whole joke where the dads are always reluctant to get a pet and then melt at the first sight of it and suddenly that animal is their entire personality AHAHAHHA

okay no but this was very very adorable. the little interactions while getting familiar with the kitty… the beginning when he first rescues it… the BISCUITS!! also lmao the joke that minho would steal it HAHA

it’s just so rare to see such wholesome content on here. thank you for making me smile 💛 truly this was the sweetest lil fic to read.

oh btw. you do have some issues in the last few scenes. i think your writing keeps switching perspective from “you” to “they” when referring to the reader. so you may wanna fix that. i’d suggest using “you” throughout bc it flows better with the story and keeps the reader grounded as a character while not being entirely present in the narrative. other than that… wonderful stuff! love it 🥰

❍ ‗ Work Buddy (Bang Chan)‗ ❍

Pairing : Chan x reader (Chan pov)

Genre/warnings : none it's just fluff and kittens fr

Summary : Bang Chan wakes up one morning and takes a short walk to the JYP building to go to work, but meets an unexpected friend along the way.

Word count : 3.3k

A/n : I know Chan has Berry and he's 100% a dog person, but I had a fluffy vision, don't question it

Blank '__' is intended as a name filler, self insert or not

ps: Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Chan was awaken by the soft ringing of his alarm clock. His eyelids fluttered a few times before he gently stretched his arm out to turn it off. He then covered his mouth to hide a yawn, before shifting his gaze to his right side, where his partner was still peacefully sleeping.

A small, soft, smile appeared on his face while looking at them. Unfortunately though, he had to wake up and get to work, so he gently removed his arm from under your head and got out of bed.

It was barely 8 am, and he probably had a total of four hours of sleep, maybe three and a half. He stayed up late to the studio to rehearse a new dance for his group's new song, but today it was producing and recording day. He was extremely tired, why lie.

But he's also the type of person that just needs to take care of his own business, which also included creating his own material. And with a new comeback in less than two months he couldn't allow himself a break. Which is why he just got up, washing up quickly before getting dressed and heading out without complaining.

He didn't have the time nor the strength to prepare breakfast to anyone, so he did leave a small message of apologies to his partner, even though he knew that they wouldn't have expected him to do it regardless. The times were rough, but he was grateful to have them by his side.

Chan put on a black face mask, one of his beloved beanies, and then a leather bag across his torso before heading out. He quickly stopped, mumbling a 'fuck' under his breath as he realized that it was lightly raining outside. So he stepped back inside and took a folding umbrella, then went back outside again.

His own apartment wasn't exactly a close walk, but he didn't feel like calling the driver so he just shoot the agency a message as he went. He needed to walk, to clear him mind even if it was under the rain and cold.

-

When he finally reached the agency building, it was about 25 minutes later and the rain had started to really pour. He eyed the coffe shop nearby as he waited for the green light to cross the street, and when they finally switched, he quickly reached the opposite side of the road.

As he approached the entrance, he saw a small and wet ball of fur curled up to the side of the shop, at the very start of an alley. He frowned, both in confusion and to sharpen his eyesight to understand better what it was.

Was it a rat? No, too big. Was it a raccoon? No, too small. Then, he figured, it must be another animal. Probably a cat. And his doubts were confirmed as he got a little closer.

Chan looked at it for a while, questioning himself on why a small kitten would be all alone in a public space and under the rain. While he felt sorry for it, he was barely standing on his own two feet by that point, so he just headed in the coffe shop and ordered his usual.

As he waited in line, first to pay and then to retrieve the order, he was munching on his lips, still thinking about that poor animal. But what could he do? He wasn't sure, but he was sure about the fact that he wouldn't have been able to go on about his day peacefully if he didn't at least check if it was injured.

So, with that thought in mind he went back outside, coffe in one hand and umbrella in the other. Chan saw that the cat was still there, so he carefully got closer. It was indeed a small kitten, but not a newborn. It looked like it was at least a few months old, but was still quite tiny.

"Hi litte fella" he called out gently, using a bit of a baby voice. He squatted down, leaning his head to the side to try and inspect the kitten a little. The animal turned its head towards the voice, and jumped a little, startled. But it didn't run away, instead just looking at Chan with its two big yellow eyes.

It was a very pretty cat, he thought. With short gray fur and bright yellow eyes, the only hint of color beyond that being its cute pink nose.

Chan still munched on his lips a bit, unsure on how to proceed. He wasn't very familiar with cats, but he knew that they felt a human's vibe and mostly acted based on it, so he made sure to not appear threatening. He quickly decided to close the umbrella and attach it to his bag, so that at least he could have one free hand.

Then he gradually got closer, with his hand stretched out and fingers rubbing against each other to attract the cat. He was also making some noises with his mouth, like little kisses noises, that usually cats liked.

When he got close enough, and thankfully partially covered from the rain by the building's roof, he stilled and waited. With his surprise, the cat seemed to be curious and friendly enough to walk up to Chan, sniffing his fingers with featherlight touch.

The man smiled, softly talking to it until he took up enough courage to move his hand to scratch his chin gently. The cat seemed to really appreciate the gesture, since he started purring and head bumping Chan's hand.

"Ow, you're so sweet" he cooed, now petting his back, "What are you doing out here in the rain, mh?"

Chan noticed that the cat wasn't injured but it also didn't have any collar on. He did look quite small and skinny, though, so he figured that it must be a stray a not an outdoor cat who got lost. He was also friendly, which means that a lot of people mustv'e approached it before.

He was trying to think of what to do, but the cold, the rain and the freezing iced americano in his hand were bothering him too much to even think straight, so he just decided to take it with him. Or at least take it inside, away from the rain, And then he would've asked someone of the staff to take care of it.

Chan stood up straight, calling for the cat to follow him, which he miraculously did. They were almost at the agency building's entrance, when a loud car almost scared the cat away. So the man just sighed and decided to pick him up.

The animal meowed a couple of times but didn't really fight, probably choosing to put his trust on Chan. The security at the entrance looked at him wired, but didn't question him further, since they knew perfectly who he was.

So he just walked up to the elevators, with the cat to his chest and the americano in hand. All the people that he passed by gave him a weird look, but he didn't care. As he finally reached his studio, he sighed in relief and released the cat on the couch before closing the door behind him.

He put down the coffe on the table and took off his wet beanie and jacket, turning on the heater. Then he glanced quickly at the cat, which seemed to be lurking around quietly, so he took the chance to slip outside the door once again. He went to the bathroom and dried himself off as best as he could, also using the hair dryer to dry his curls. Before going back to the studio he grabbed a couple of towels.

As he opened the door to the studio, he saw that the cat had jumped on the desk and was checking out his computer. He chuckled lightly, closing the door again before approaching the desk.

"Nah-ah mate, this is off limits, yeah?" he picked the cat up and realized that he didn't even know if it was a male or female. So he maneuvered it a little, making him meow in protest, but he did eventually see a pretty noticeable pair of testicles.

"Yep, definitely a boy. And not a neutered one either." he said out loud, confirming once again his thoughts of him being a stray. Chan brought him closer to the couch where he had put the towels, and picked one up to try drying up his fur a bit.

The kitten didn't seem extremely happy about it, complaining the whole time and shaking his fur, sending droplets of water everywhere. Chan chuckled again as he tried to gain back some trust by petting him.

"I know, mate. But we gotta dry you up a bit, yeah?" so he kept on rubbing and petting him with the towel until he was satisfied enough. Now he was just damp, so his own fur plus the heat would've finished him off.

At that point Chan took a look at the time, and saw that it was almost 9.30 am. He needed to get to work and prepare the room for the boys' recording sessions. So he carefully put the wet towels on the humidifier to dry, and then sat in his chair and turned on his laptop.

-

After about three hours, someone knocked on the door. Chan gave permission to enter, and that's when Jisung and Changbin saw an unexpected scene in front of their eyes.

Bang Chan in full producing mode, but with a little gray ball of curled up in his lap and chilling.

"Oh my- is that a cat?" the older one said, while Jisung released an excited gasp, immediately coming closer. He squatted down and gently started to caress the cat, which wok up for a second, but then quickly turned his belly upwards waiting to be petted.

"Ow such a good kitty you are, yes, so soft. " Jisung cooed, then looking up at Chan who was tiredly smiling down at them. "Care to explain?"

So both Han and Changbin put down their bags and sat down, chilling as they got ready to work. Chan quickly explained to them how he ended up with a stray cat in their studio, and the two of them had different reactions.

"I stil think that you should let the staff take care of it. They'll bring him to a shelter or something." Changbin said, provoking Han to scoff at him.

"He found it. The cat is already attached, he's cute. What more can you want? I'd take him home. Didn't you say that __ also likes cats?" Jisung asked.

Chan nodded, looking down at the kitten who had become his new work buddy. It was a calm cat too, which was a bonus. And it honestly gave him a sense of comfort, to be alone but not completely. He would've surely talked about it with his partner first.

"Okay guys, who's the first in the list today for recordings?" he asked, shifting the subject. Both the men instantly followed along, deciding to leave him alone.

"It's Minho. So careful, or he might snatch that little furball before you can make a decision" Jisung joked.

-

The 3racha worked together for about an hour alone before the first of the members came in, which was Minho. Needless to say that he was ecstatic to see a cute kitten in his workplace. He went straight to the pet that was sleeping on the couch between Changbin and Jisung, and just picked him up like a baby to pet him.

Jisung quickly filled him in with the context, and he agreed with Jisung on both the fact that he should definitely bring him home, but also on the fact that if he didn't, he would've done it instead.

Chan once again had to recall their attention and put them to work. In the end everything went smoothly and their work day went on as any other, with the difference that now if a member wanted to cuddle a bit he would've had a fluffy gray ball to do it with.

In the afternoon, during lunch break, Chan asked a staff member to go buy some kitten food and water and bring it back to the studio. The girl was quite confused but complied nonetheless. She also made her acquaintance with the new arrival and was absolutely smitten.

The kitten ate well, like he had been starving, and Chan felt thankful that he picked him up from the street. He had questioned if he should call his partner before suddenly coming home with a cat, and he decided that he should. So when he had a moment alone, he picked up the phone and instead of a normal call, he started a video call.

It rang for a few seconds before your beautiful face appeared on the screen. Your face adorned with a sweet smile,as you didn't expect your boyfriend to videocall you.

"Hi baby, is everything okay?" you asked. Chan nodded, giving them a small smile.

"Yes baby. I just wanted to introduce you to my new work buddy." his partner had a confused look for a second but tried to hide it by straightening their posture, really believing that they were about to meet one of Chan's co-workers.

But instead he pointed the phone down to his lap, showing the kitten that was currently making biscuits on his thigh. It did hurt, yes, but he didn't want to interrupt him.

"No way! Oh my gosh!" a gasp was heard coming from the phone, making Chan giggle.

"Channie what is a cat doing in your recording studio?" they asked while they kept gushing over the small animal.

He gently picked the kitten up and brought it against his chest, moving the phone again to show the both of them in the frame. His partner squealed and he knew that they were taking screenshots.

"Basically I saw this little guy all alone in the rain near the café this morning and I felt bad so...yeah now he's the new Skz mascot I guess." he chuckled as the other person 'aw' 'ed on the phone.

"To be honest I don't really know what to do with him. Bin says I should let the staff handle it, but he'll end up in a shelter at best. While Minho and Jisung think that I should bring him home." he explained, studying their reaction.

"What do you think, baby?" the cat meowed so Chan let him jump off his lap as he took a sip of his second iced americano of the day.

"I don't know, baby. I would love to take him, you know it. I love cats" they smiled sweetly, a small frown on their face. "But we also both work. You go away from home, stay away til late to the studio and stuff. And I do work only part time but still..." they shook their head slightly, unsure.

"We'd keep him inside though. I don't think that a few hours alone would be that much of an issue. We should just make sure that he settles in well the fist few days." he responded, suddenly feeling like a child who was trying to convince their mom.

Maybe deep inside the reason was that he actually missed a lot the presence of a pet in his life. With his little dog Berry so far away. He would've always liked to have another one, but he wouldn't have betted on a cat.

"I could also bring him with me here, when I have quiet days like today. I think it could work. What do you think, baby?"

Their partner sighed softly, thinking for a few seconds before finally nodding with a small smile.

"Okay then. Should I go buy some stuff for him when I get off work?" Chan giggled like a kid when they agreed, making them laugh too at his adorable reaction.

"You know what? I think I'm gonna try and get out early today. I need to sleep for more than four hours or I'll collapse." he confessed,

"So we can go together at the petstore, yeah? We'll bring this guy along so we can get advice. And a vet appointment." he added. __ laughed again, walking around. Chan understood that their lunch break was over, so he decided to let them go.

"You sound so excited, I love it. I love seeing you happy." he couldn't help but smile as his heart melted at those words.

"I love you too, baby. I know you have to go now, so I'll let you go. I'll text you in a couple of hours so we can organize everything, yeah?"

"You're right, Channie I have to go now. I'll be waiting, okay? See you later baby, love you" they sent a flying kiss, making him giggle, again. He waved his hand cutely, saying one last 'I love you' before hanging up.

Chan put the phone down, sighing as he let himself rest against the studio chair. He rubbed his eyes slightly with the heel of his hands. He was still extremely tired, but also happy. This is was definitely not the way that he had imagined his day to go.

When he looked behind his shoulder he saw the kitten playing with a dangling piece of his jacket, which made him stand up quickly.

"No, no, no mate. That one's expensive." he chuckled to himself, as he bent down to distract the cat. He made him play with his fingers for a bit until he eyed a useless piece of paper, which he then took and scrunched into a small ball.

"Look, here" he threw the little ball across the room, and the cat sprinted to go play with it. Chan smiled, satisfied, and then picked up the phone again, deciding to check in with his members and the management to let them know that he would've needed to go home early today.

As he waited for the response, he thought back about his morning with his new little friend. He played, slept, cuddled, then played and slept some more. He loved his job to death, but sometimes he wished he could live like that kitty.

He remembered fondly how nice it felt to not feel as alone while he worked. Animals may not be able to actually talk, but even a simple head bump, painful biscuits on his legs or some purring was already enough to give him back some of the good mood that he was struggling to keep up those last few days.

Yes, he thought. Why not? It'll be like a baby without having an actual baby. Even though his members already did take that place up sometimes, he sneered affectionately at his own thoughts.

His phone lit up, signaling new notifications which he checked out. Both the management and his members gave him the okay, and instead encouraged him to take the rest of the day off, knowing how hard he was working. He thanked them and let them know to rest, too.

"Alright mate, we're going home tonight. Aren't you excited?" he asked out loud, shooting a glance at the kitten which was still running around with the ball.

To __ 🌑💓 - Hi baby, got the ok. Pick me up later with your car? So we can go buy some stuff. I'll order some food for us tonight, to celebrate ;) - See you later, love u

He also texted __ before going back to work some more. Around ten minutes later, he got a reply.

From: __ 🌑💓 -Of course, Channie <3 Can't wait to meet him TT -I'm already thinking of names, just so you know ;) -Later, ily

He smiled one last time and then put his headphones on, getting back to his work.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#stray kids #bang chan #fluff

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NOOOO AHAHAHHAHA THAT’S SO FUNNY PLS 💀💀💀💀💀💀 gosh these headcanons never fail to make me giggle. this was very funny, and very very cute.

🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 '𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄! 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆'

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff and general dumbassery

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: himbo!changbin, himbo!jisung, tiktok pranks and danni's shitty attempt at comedy

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ngl i made felix shorter than the rest cause i just know his ass would'nt fall for this shit, my guy would probably be the one to do this prank on u 😭 similar to my last tiktok prank reaction, check it out here! reblog for a kiss, feedback much appreciated!

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

your stupid tiktok pranks are the bane of this mans existence

such a boomer

stares at you like (ಠ_ಠ) as you’re trying to push him into your room to hide

he already has to deal with seven other idiots causing him emotional distress on a daily basis and yet here you are joining in?

breaks into a sweat as soon as the word ‘boyfriend’ leaves your lips

literally like ???? idk if you knew this but,,, I’M your boyfriend 

will dig his feet into the carpet as you’re trying to push him through the door and won’t move until you explain yourself >:(

you just think he looks sososo cute confused and frustrated so you crack pretty quickly 

after u explain he just does that disappointed dad sigh™️ and walks away 

if u weren’t such a cutie he would’ve ditched ur ass by now istg

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

so close to snapping 

can’t deal with ur shit anymore

(he loves you really)

(but fr he’s on his last straw, you stress him out)

literally just chilling on one of his rare days off scrolling through his phone when you strike

now ur all up in his face like ‘bro u need to hide! my boyfriend is on his way!!’

legit just stares you out for a minute straight before just

‘get tf away from me 😃’

and you can tell he’s not gonna fall for another one of ur stupid pranks but u also can’t give up now cause u made a bet with felix so

‘no i’m serious! he’s like two minutes away, hide!!’

will continue sitting there

trust me he thinks ur really cute but he also wishes you’d just stfu once in awhile

if you continue on with your little prank he’ll just turn around and say ‘nah, i kinda wanna meet this guy now’

there’s no winning with his stubborn ass trust me

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

was asleep

so peaceful

then suddenly a wild girlfriend (you) appears

you felt kinda bad for disturbing him cause !! he looked so cute !! all pouty and sleepy

but still tiktok pranks reign superior than ur boyfriends sleep

so fking confused and doesn’t know what tf is going on

his fight or flight kicks in as soon as ur panicked whisper of ‘quick! my boyfriend is on his way, you need to hide!’ hits his ears

tucks and rolls right underneath that bed

will peek out from under the bed and be like ‘this good? 👍’ pls

himbo!changbin for the win

will hide for a good half hour before he realises 

hey

wait

i’m the boyfriend

bitches about it for at l e a s t two weeks

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

gets so worked up about it lmao

will be in the middle of a nice ~peaceful~ snack 

before being rudely interrupted

just stares u in the face with that real bitchy eye squint he loves to do

‘oh u think ur funny’

and you almost give up on the prank cause he’s just giving you the side eye while munching on his snack

loves to make you feel dumb 

he gets so annoyed over it but the more you insist on him to hide the more he actually starts to believe it

deep down he knows it’s a joke but also gets jealous over this non-existent side piece you have <3

‘okay fine, ill hide. but only cause ur cute.’

hides all grumpy in the storage cupboard with his snack

all you can hear are angry chewing noises

(ex: soobin)

another one to bring this up in future and bitch over it

whenever you ask him to help you with smith he’ll just be like

‘oh why don’t you get your boyfriend to help you’ and walks away

petty af but we been knew

but he’s pretty so you let him have it

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

so :o

listens very intently as you explain that your boyfriend is on his way and immediately goes into panic mode

‘okay i have a plan’

freaks out and drags you into the empty space below your stairs while shushing you

1/3 bimboracha 

‘he won’t find us here’

doesn’t understand why ur laughing ??? this is serious ???

9/10 chance he doesn’t know what’s actually going on

another one that takes way too long to figure out that he’s your boyfriend 

so close to organising an intervention against ur tiktok pranks

will make a 20 minute powerpoint on why tiktok should be banned in the dorms and will make you sit through the whole thing

idk just don’t do this to him, his dramatic ass wouldn’t be able to handle it

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

lee felix tiktok king™️

already knows what you’re trying to do before you even do istg

he’s ten steps ahead of you at all times with this tiktok shit

catches you looking at him out of the corner of your eye all morning and giggling and kinda had an idea of what you were planning

also he saw ur tiktok likes

this isn’t a cute little prank anymore this is a competition

on guard as soon as you strike and ready to shut that shit down

‘felix, quick hide in my closet! my boyfriend is gonna be here soon!!’

literally just goes

‘i’m ur boyfriend stupid’

and that’s that

there’s no fooling him

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

you planned to strike while he was asleep cause that’s the only time ur sure he won’t just immediately dismiss you and be like ‘tf are you on?’

swats you away a good three times as you try to shake him awake

does that grumpy teenager thing where he pulls the covers over his head and just hopes you’ll leave

if he can’t see u then u can’t see him

groans as soon as he hear that stupid tiktok line leave your mouth

just goes

‘okay?? i’m asleep anyway??? literally just hang out with him in the living room and go away???’

does not give a shit

you really wanna get him though

so you invite hyunjin over

and as soon as he hears another guys voice coming from the living room you bet ur ass he’s practically throwing himself down those stairs

just stares at you and hyunjin 

so fking out of breath

grumpily walks back up those stairs and you s w e a r  you heard him mumble ‘bitch’ under his breath 😭

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

confused

but also will do whatever you say cause he’s whipped af

human personification of that one hamster meme when you come rushing up to him freaking out about how your boyfriend was on his way over

panics with u

he doesn’t like seeing you stressed :( 

but in the middle of ur ranting he’s like

‘okay wait i can just hide in there- wait, boyfrIEND?! BUT I’M UR BOYFRIEND!!!1!!!!!11!!’

literally doesn’t know what to do when you just shush him

stays hiding in there until you take pity on him and tell him to come out

does his little walk of shame out and just stands there for a good five minutes staring at you

has never felt betrayal like it

has trust issues now

© 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

#stray kids #skz headcanons #fluff #comedy

[cosmos-recs]

shshshdhjsa this has been sitting in my drafts since it was first posted bc i didn’t have the energy to scream about it back then but !!!! i do now. and gosh will i scream.

this is such a beautiful little piece. i genuinely love the way you write and the deep emotions you portray through your words. it’s almost like… every single sentence has sentimental value, if that makes sense. and the whole idea of a lover’s signature scent changing to allude to the breakdown of a relationship vs it coming back when the relationship is mended… genius! i mean idk if this was intentional but not only is like “oh he’s home and surrounded by vanilla once more” but because he was the victim of misunderstanding and miscommunication, the MC probably never stopped using their vanilla scent. it was perhaps just a random night when she did. and he overthought everything to the point of hurting himself when there was never really anything that deep to worry about. idk i just found that detail very cool.

you’re a wonderful writer, bestie. i thoroughly enjoyed reading this (and rereading it jshsjsjs)

Vanilla

Genre : ANGST!!!!! with a happy ending

Pairing : Bang Chan x reader

Warnings : A lot of SADNESS, obviously. Breakup and everything that goes with it.

Had a really stressful week and was in the mood for some SAD ANGST, i hope you enjoy reading and please let me know if you do :)) it will be much appreciated<3

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It was nearing 3 am, when Chan finally came home to you. He was tired, his shoulders hunched over as if he was carrying the world's weight on them. And in a way he was, he had too many responsibilities it sometimes felt like he drowned in them. But you were his anchor, keeping him afloat.

He opened the door, sighing when his feet hit the soft rug you had in the living room. It was dark in your apartment, save for the moon that bathed it in a soft, silvery glow.

It takes some time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they do, he is surprised to see you fast asleep on the couch, curled around yourself in a ball.

He frowns, a dull ache settling in his heart. This is a sight he had seen way too much these past few months. He hadn't been home nearly as much as he wanted, the only times he ever saw you were at night, sleeping.

When was the last time you had a proper date? He thought to himself. He couldn't remember.

He quietly kneels in front of you, his hands hovering over the soft curve of your body. He couldn't bring himself to touch you, he felt like he was breaching an unknown territory. He who had once memorized every nook and cranny of your body.

He closes his eyes, leaning his forehead onto the couch. A foreign scent hits his nostrils, coconut. Since when did you change your vanilla perfume?

Had it really been that long?

Hot tears start pouring out of his eyes. He wanted to do so much more for you, be there for you all the time. You deserved more than what he could give you. And he knew you'd never complain, he knew you'd settle for less just because you love him.

He couldn't allow any of this to go on any further, he wanted you to be happier, even if it meant letting you go.

His muffled cries wake you up, and you look at him confused as to what is going on. When you grasp that he's crying, you quickly sit up, your worried eyes racking through his face.

"Chan, baby? What's wrong?", you ask, your voice sweet like honey. He knew he'd miss your voice the most.

"Just let me hold you". He was kneeling before you, his head buried in your lap. He just wanted to enjoy those last moments with you. The calm before the storm.

Your hand instinctively finds his hair, playing with it just like you know he likes it.

No, he'd miss your touch the most.

He finally looks up at you, his teary eyes staring at you with such intensity it made your heart beat faster. He has never looked at you this way; like it'd be the last time he'd get to do it.

No, he'd miss you the most.

"We need to...", he starts off, the words stuck in his throat. He couldn't bring himself to say them, but he had to. "We need to break up".

"Pardon?", you say, a chill running down your spine. "You are messing with me, right?", you smile nervously, your fear growing with each silent beat, "Right?".

"No. We need to... We have to break up", he repeats, his eyes looking anywhere but your face. You grab his head with your hands, forcefully making him stare at you. "Chan, look at me. You mean it?", you ask, your voice sounding so small to your ears.

"Yes. Yes, this is not working anymore", he answers, this time with a little more conviction. He needed to make this quick, he didn't want to hurt you anymore.

"Why? Did I do something? Are you mad at me?". Tears were now falling freely from your eyes, you were confused and hurt. You wanted him to hold you and go back to sleep.

"No, you didn't do anything. But this can't go on anymore. Don't make this any harder for the both of us".

"I shouldn't make this harder for the both of us?", you repeat incredulously. "YOU are the one breaking up with me in the middle of the night. And for no apparent reason", you point out, your chest heaving, from fear, anger and pain.

"I'm leaving", he stands up, wiping the tears from his face. You stand up too, stopping him in his tracks with a hand on his wrist. "If you leave now...", you pause, your voice shaking, "If you leave now with no explanation, you can't come back Chan. I won't open the door for you".

"Goodbye yn", he whispers, not looking back as he leaves your apartment.

The sound of the door slamming after him lingers in the air long after he's gone. You imagine it's the same sound your heart made when Chan broke it in two.

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An agonizingly long week has passed by since Chan broke up with you. This means it's seven nights he could have come home to you, seven sunsets you could have seen together, seven morning kisses you could have shared, seven meals you would have made him.

Seven days where the world went on as if nothing changed.

You think back to the night he left, how you cried yourself to sleep on the couch of your living room. How you woke up, expecting to see him; three seconds of bliss.

But then, you remembered.

A sob racked through your body instantly. Memories flood your brain, choking you as they come and go. They were like waves of hurt swarming you, drowning you in a feeling of sorrow too strong for your heart to bear.

It takes you a while to find the courage to go to your bedroom. The one you've shared with him for the past eleven months. You pause right next to the door, it felt wrong to head in there knowing Chan won't join you in the bed anymore. It felt wrong to taint a happy room with the ugly truth.

But you finally open the door, tentatively, as if you were expecting to find him sitting in there. The sun is streaming through your curtains- the ones you bought together. Your eyes rack through the entire room, the sight of Chan's belongings so untouched stabbing your heart once again.

His black beanie, the one he wore the last time you saw him, was tossed lazily on the bed. His earrings are placed on the cabinet right next to the door. A half-empty glass of water was on his bedside. A drawer was left slightly open, his chair was pushed a bit too far.

Did he know? When he woke up that day that he wouldn't return? And if he had known, would he have tidied up? Or would he have left the room as it is? A token that he was here, he was here and he was yours and then he wasn't.

You fall on top of the bed and snuggle into your comforter, inhaling his scent that drove you crazy. Is this what is left of him now? His perfume on your sheets and pillow? His clothes on the racks of your closet? His blue toothbrush sat next to yours in the bathroom?

Or is it his kisses on your skin that scorched you in the most beautiful way? His words imprinted in your brain like the most sacred book? His whispers, his promises, his touch? Is all that's left of Chan the way he loved you?

The memories start dancing in front of your eyes, mocking you, taunting you, telling you that Chan was within your reach but that he no longer is. Making you believe that if you closed your eyes long enough, and stretched your fingers far enough, you could reach them, you could force them to become a reality all over again.

You remember the nights you had spent in his studio, you sat on his lap while he worked on a new sound. You remember his smile when he showed you a new track he liked. And then the smiles only meant for you. You've learned to memorize them. His 'good morning' smile, his 'I missed you' smile, his 'I want to ravish you' smile.

You remember your first kiss, and his confession right before "I'm falling for you". The way you sealed your faith when you kissed him. The way he kissed you, so soft, so gentle, but then so needy, so wild, and yet still as enamored.

You remember him supporting your dreams and ambitions, encouraging you whenever you didn't feel like going on. You remember him hugging you, engulfing you in a warmth that you've never known before.

You remember your pinky promises, your strolls on the beach, your 3 am conversations, your late-night drives, when you cooked for him and when he cooked for you.

You remember it all too well.

Staying in the bedroom was too overwhelming, you decide to take a shower to distract yourself a bit. But you didn't have the energy to move your limbs, so you just stood there under the water jet, forehead leaning on the cold tiles.

A while later, you finally head out of the bathroom, wrapping yourself in a towel. It was cold; Chan used to warm them up for you, you remember.

You sit on the bed, feeling hollower than ever. You don't have the energy to wear your clothes, let alone brush your hair.

You remember when you were so tired one day, Chan had to dress you himself. He then gently brushed your hair, untangling all the knots in it. He was so soft with you, so unsure, it made you fall for him tenfold. 

You couldn't bring yourself to tell anyone about the breakup. You knew what your friends would say, you will get better, it will pass. But how long? How long till it doesn't hurt this much? You needed a number, a date, you needed something certain to grasp into.

You knew they'd hug you, but they wouldn't know how to rub circles on your back. They wouldn't thread their fingers through your hair. They wouldn't place a soft kiss on your forehead afterward. They wouldn't be Chan.

Is this how it will be from now on? No hug, enough. No kiss, enough. No one, enough?

You didn't want to, but the sun rose every day and set every night. And so did you with it. You went on with your life as if nothing happened. But you wouldn't be able to recall who you talked to and what clothes you wore. You wouldn't remember what you ate and how you made it back safely every night.

But you remember how one night the sky was pitch black. Chan's favorite color. And that one morning the birds chirped around you like a saddened melody. It made you wonder if they too knew how it felt to lose a loved one. You could talk about the lines stretching in your palm, and how you traced them over and over again. How you tucked your nails into them every time you thought of Chan, leaving behind bloody crescent indents. 

You remember how you didn't cry during the day, willing yourself to stay strong. You didn't cry until you laid yourself in your bed at night. And there, you broke down all over again as if Chan had just left you. 

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Urgent knocks on your door snap you out of your haze. 2:58, you read on your clock. Wasn't it 11 pm just five minutes ago? 

You drag yourself towards the door, checking through the peephole to see who it was. It's Chan, you realize. You panic, you shouldn't open the door, you've told him it would stay closed. 

"YN... I know you're in there, please let me in. I- I need to talk to you. Please", he begs, his tone apologetic. You can feel your heart soften, your anger dissolve. You wanted to see him.

It's ironic, how he was the one who caused you this pain, and yet your heart yearned for him. It's as if your body didn't yet register that he had hurt you. He had been your home for what felt like an eternity after all. 

But no matter how much you wanted to open the door, you couldn't ignore the truth that he had left you. He broke up with you with no explanation, leaving you in a spiral of self-doubt. You can't go back on your word and allow him to hurt you even more.

So, you slide down the door, knocking twice on the bottom of it. He hears it and understands what you mean. You'd listen to him but you won't see him, not yet. 

He sits down on the cold floor, his back to the door. You are closer than you have been this past week, and yet, he has never felt this far.

"I... I love you so much yn. I've never felt this way about anyone in my life", he starts off his voice thick with emotion. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes too, you'd missed his voice.

"And I- I want to be here for you, always. I want to come home to you early on, and I want to talk to you for more than five minutes at a time. I want to see you when I wake up and sleep and I want to be here every time you cry. Every time you need me. And even if you don't, I want to be there with you, for you".

Chan's heart is beating wildly in his chest, he hasn't thought this through, admittedly. All he knew is that he couldn't go on without you. That's how he found himself knocking at your door at 3 am.

"But I can't, I... I can't give you all of this, I can't give you all that you deserve and more", silent tears are streaming down his face, how he wished he had you in his arms right now. "I thought that... I know that I don't deserve you, and I-I imagined you'd be happier with someone else. Someone who won't hold you back as I do".

Your heart is squeezing in your chest, his words cutting through you like a knife. Is this why he broke up with you? Because he felt like he wasn't worthy enough of you?

"And when I saw you waiting up for me again... Something shattered inside of me. That's why... That's why I broke up with you", he pauses taking a deep breath to steady his voice, "but I can't- I can't lose you, baby, please. I- I couldn't sleep without you, couldn't eat, couldn't breathe, I need you yn. I need you".

Chan presses a hand to his heart, he felt as if the air in his lungs set him on fire. Maybe it was the universe's way of punishing him for letting you go.

"You've once told me that I was too self-giving and that I needed to be selfish from time to time. So here I am being selfish, I need you back, I can't- I can't afford to lose you. I can't, yn. It's killing me".

"Why didn't you tell me any of this? We would have talked, I would have told you that I loved you", you speak for the first time since he came. All of this pain could have been avoided.

"Loved? Do you- do you not love me anymore?", his shaking voice breaks your heart further.

"No, no. Of course, I still love you, Chan. I don't think I can ever stop loving you. You just hurt me, a lot", you whisper the last part, you're not even sure he heard you.

"I know and I'm so sorry baby. So sorry. Please, let me make it better, yeah?".

You don't answer and for a moment Chan thinks he's lost you for good. But then, you open the door, slowly, and he scrambles to his feet.

You lock eyes with Chan, for the first time in a week. You've gone longer times without seeing each other, but this time it feels different. You are both different; sadder.

His hand is outstretched towards you but you step back before he can touch you. You wrap your arms around your body, and he drops his hand down, defeated.

"I'm a grown person Chan. I make my own decisions. And long ago, I chose to love you", you say, your eyes never leaving his. You needed to get this off your chest, "You are not always here, and I do miss you but... You make me feel so loved all the time, even when you are not next to me".

"And I wish...", you hug yourself tighter, in a useless attempt to stop yourself from crying. "I wish you saw yourself how I see you. You are enough, more than enough", you take a step forward towards him and he takes three. "You hear me, Chan? You are enough", your hand meets his cheek and it's all it takes for him to break down.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. I will never... I will never let you go again. I promise, I promise", he cries, his soft whimpers making your heart ache.

"It's okay. We are okay, I forgive you", you smile softly, wiping his tears away with your thumb.

"We are? You mean it?", he asks you, hopeful eyes looking into yours. You nod yes and he beams at you, his smile so bright it slips through the cracks of your heart, making it whole again.

"Can I... Can I hug you?", he asks and you grin, "Come here".

He pulls you in for a hug instantly, his strong arms encircling your body as if he was afraid you'd vanish. Your body finds his like muscle memory- as if you were solely made to hold each other. Everything around you stills, and at that moment all you know, all you feel is each other.

Chan buries his head in the crook of your neck, placing a soft kiss on your skin. His eyes tear up when he smells it- vanilla. Home.

#stray kids #bang chan #fluff #angst

[cosmos-recs]

ahshshshsjsksj SO CUTE. i love beach settings so much and you described it so well in such little words. also pls seagulls are such menaces i totally can see that happening. and how very nice of you to cater it to me and my tendency to scream out loud over the smallest things jshshdhdj (dunno if that was on purpose or not but it worked!)

though tbf i would be first to break out in laughter after being attacked by a bird i have no sense of embarrassment, only amusement 🤡

but yes thank you so much for making me smile with this hehe

🌀🌀🌀 you want to write a fluff fic for ti 🌀🌀🌀

a/n: okay okay no need to beg i'll do it (to protect myself, this is a joke)

you’re standing at the almost too large window of your hotel room, the glass panels stretching from wall to wall and floor to ceiling, separated by a similar glass door in the center. they’re so well-kept that it feels like if you step forward you might just walk through them, into the sandy beach below. it would feel so good, the salty breeze combing through your hair and the warm grains of of sand between your toes. 

but you just got here. your suitcases were still upright and unpacked, you’re in your comfy airport outfit, and you kind of wanted to curl up into bed for a minimum of one hour. 

chris startles you a bit when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, leaning into you so he can rest his chin on your shoulder. he takes in deep breath, sagging against you as he lets it out. you can smell his cologne, sweet from where it had sunken into his skin during the long flight here. 

“i bet it looks more beautiful at night, where you can see the stars and the mountains in the moonlight,” you say, a little wistfully as he looks out into the water. it isn’t often that life slows down enough for you to be able to appreciate things like the view. 

he opens a latch on the door and it swings open, the salty air hitting the both of you so fast you can almost taste it. he moves away from behind you, taking your hand in his smoothly as he walks you towards the steps leading straight to the beach from your balcony. normally, you’d turn up your nose at a bottom story hotel room, but having a door that leads straight to the warm sand and water was enough to convince you.

you let him go, enjoying the view of his broad back illuminated by the sun and curly hair tousling in the wind. he turns around, several steps away from you, and holds out his hand, a grin playing at his lips and his eyes shining - 

and something white overtakes your vision and squawks, and you let out a high-pitched noise you’ll deny making later and duck, covering your head with your hands. you hear him let out a snort and you glare at him through your fingers, spotting a seagull - the culprit - flying away behind him.

he jobs back up to you and runs his hands through your hair, straightening it back out from where the bird had messed it up, an amused smile still on his face. you drop your hands from your face with a huff, pouting up at him in the way you know makes him melt, every single time. 

“did the little bird make you scared?” he teases.

“chris,” you warn, having to physically restrain yourself from slapping his arm.

“okay, okay,” he relents, wrapping his arms around you. “let’s go down to the water, hmm? i’ll make sure to protect you from all the birds.” “chris!”

#also the lil detail of the head on the shoulder #i was like !! don’t say head… don’t say head… #but you didn’t let our short king down HAHAHAH #stray kids #bang chan #fluff

[cosmos-recs]

NO BECAUSEEEEE!!!!!!

kit kat idk how you do it but gosh your writing style has me in a chokehold!! i feel like you’ve also improved so much over this year?? is it the degree change? whatever it is, MAN does it agree with you.

i love how you write as if you’re crafting out a love letter to the story itself. you treat your words and sentences with so much care. and wow… it feels like being engulfed in a little blanket of beautiful words and imagery that leaves you feel warm and in awe

now onto the story: *dreamy sigh* absolutely obsessed with these kind of stories. where people realise in real time that they’re falling in love. i loved the softness and warmth. it seemed like they were the only two people in the entire world, in their little bubble where it’s just them. and before either of them even said or thought they were in love… it was obvious that they were. and it was obvious that they’re soulmates who’d grow old and grey together, and their love would still never dwindle.

it’s so beautiful. the sentiment. the story. the way you wrote it. your words. your imagery. your metaphors.

in short: i’m in love. this was truly so heartwarming and comforting. you’re such a wonderful writer, truly

[ waltz for two / bang chan ]

ie. three times chan really wanted to tell you he loves you and the one time he does. (reverting to this style of fic bc i actually really like it lol) a/n: title has one (1) maybe two (2) things to do with the actual fic. three if you squint. point is, it's not important. chose it bc it was the second first thing to come to mind // in the wise words of ao3, please see the end of the work for more notes. w/c: 2.3k tags: friends to lovers (maybe??? idk u choose ur own interpretation ig), lots fluff, small angst and comfort c/w: mild (?) descriptions/implications of dissociation and negative thoughts; mentions of alcohol oki enjoy the piece my dudes <3

one;

your name rings out into the still of chan’s apartment, the question mark hovering in the hall where he stood. he wouldn’t have even known you were here, if not for your shoes by the door.

the apartment is cold, the evening air having found a home in the empty space. there's no sign of you on the couch, or in the kitchen. the balcony is empty too - a favourite place for the both of you during the sunset hours when the city is painted in hues of red and gold. it was well past sunset now, the city instead bathed in evening’s blues.

if you weren’t in these places, then that leaves one more - because there was no way you were in the laundry or in the bathroom, right?

chan makes his way to his bedroom, feet padding across the floor with only the soft shuffle of socks against the laminated surface indicating his presence. he drops his backpack on the dining table as he passes by it, being careful as to not make too much noise..

the bedroom door is slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of the dark bedroom inside. he pushes the door open gently and your name leaves his lips with hope on its tail.

even in the dark room, he could tell it was you on his bed.

you’re asleep with a hand under your chin, another between your legs. why you had fallen asleep atop the covers instead of under, he didn’t really know.

he sits on the floor by the head of the bed and for a moment, all he can do is watch you. he rests his elbow on the mattress and his head on his arm, and watches. the careful, rhythmic rise and fall of your body. the way your lashes flutter just that much whilst your eyes dart behind your eyelids.

how long, he muses, could he keep doing this before it got weird? better to wake you now than have you wake and find him staring at you.

he pats your arm; once, twice. you only let out a low moan. your brows furrow ad body curls up more. a breath of laughter escapes him, and he tries again to wake you. this time, he reaches for your arm, rubbing gentle circles into your inner wrist.

“y/n,” he whispers. “y/n, i’m home. have you had dinner yet?”

the large inhale you take lets him know that you’re awake. he pulls his hand back, leans back altogether - no need to be so close, after all.

you raise the hand under your chin to rub your eyes, scratch your cheek - it's endearing, so endearing.

i love you, he thinks, and the thought is as new to him as the way you blink wearily as your eyes adjust to the dark. it’s as new to him as the way you let out a tired groan, pulling your whole body into a ball - and that’s to say it’s not new at all, because after so many years of friendship, he knew your habits and the things you do when you wake up. after so many years of friendship, the thought had taken residency in his brain the way the evening air had in his apartment, or the way the sun’s golden rays had across the cityscape.

“chan?” you stifle a yawn behind your hand and just when he thinks you’re about to get up, you close your eyes again, a tired smile falling on your lips as you snuggle back into his pillow. “welcome home.”

two;

he finds you on your couch, gazing at the coffee table without really seeing.

he knows that dazed look on you, knows that slight furrow of the brows and the tightness of your hands. he knows that you know he’s here from the way your head cocks towards the sound of his footsteps, the sound of your name. your eyes stay unseeing.

the sofa dips and you sway towards him when he takes a seat on the couch, facing you. you welcome the movement and the way it breaks your daze. chan extends an arm as you let your body continue to fall, and then he’s holding you against him.

“you okay?” a silly question, but it was a start.

the silence that surrounds the two of you is filled only by the static of the fridge in the kitchen, it’s electric buzz audible despite the distance. he can feel you take deep breaths, feel every exhale warm his chest.

“sorry, chan, i don’t think we can do movie night today.”

he shrugs, holds you tighter. what does it matter if plans change?

“you don’t need to stay. i’ll be okay later, but i- i don’t want you to stay here for no reason.”

he lets out a chuckle. “no, i’ll stay. of course i’ll stay.”

because i love you, he thinks, but the words are caught in his throat and something about the situation made him think that no, this wasn’t the time to confess his feelings, even if he meant well and wanted to help you with those words.

he knows that sometimes it’s not always a matter of making you feel better. sometimes it’s just a matter of being there for you, and sometimes that will be enough.

for however long he loves you, he’ll be there for you.

“when you’re ready, and if you want to, we can talk about what’s going on.”

“it’s just the same-”

“even if it’s just the same things as before.”

his heart is heavy with the pain of seeing you like this. his heart is heavy with the love he carries for you. his heart is heavy with his inability to make it all go away with a click of his fingers - if only it was that easy. one could wish, he supposes, but not all wishes can be fulfilled.

it’s not the first time he’s seen you like this, and it probably won’t be the last, but he’s okay with that. he wishes it was the last, of course, but chan knows that change takes time and he knows that loving you means loving all the versions of you, not just the versions that make him smile, or the ones that reassure him, or the ones that make him laugh (though he loves these ones immensely, too).

loving you means being on your side when your own brain is your biggest enemy. loving you means standing his ground about the fact that you are lovable and you are important and you do matter, even when you can’t stop thinking that you aren’t. loving you means being atlas, sometimes, and carrying the weight of your world for you so that you don’t need to do it alone.

for however long he loves you, he’ll make sure you’re not carrying your burdens alone.

three;

after-dinner walks with you are one of the things chan cherishes the most. the kiss of evening on his cheeks, your presence by his side as the two of you walk down streets lit by the yellow lights from the restaurants, the way you occasionally brush each other.

on this particular friday night, after a well-deserved dinner and a glass or two of wine, you’d decided to go on a stroll through the city and god was chan was glad he’d agreed to the aimless stroll.

if he were to recount this evening to someone else, they would probably be surprised that he hadn’t noticed the music until you’d pointed it out. following the sound, you’d found a small circle of people surrounding a performer- a guitarist, open case at their feet, mic stand raised to their height, and fingers playing the chords to a familiar song as they sang. a ring of fairy lights surrounded them, adding a wistfully magical atmosphere to the cold evening.

people were smiling, waving their phones with their flashlights on, and in the middle of the circle, people were dancing. children and adults, friends and lovers. it was a beautiful scene, but not quite as beautiful as your face lighting up as you pull him into the middle as well.

you’re pulling his hands out of his pocket and he thought he would mind the cold but it’s not so bad when your hands are in his and you’re smiling up at him. he’s being pulled along by your eyes your lips, the gentle swaying from side to side that he quickly matches. it’s magical, it’s blissful, its euphoric. he’s laughing at the enjoyment in your eyes, at the way you cheer when the busker finishes one song and moves onto another - one, two, three; one, two, three.

you’re holding onto each other’s elbows - not exactly the most intimate thing, or nearly the most romantic, but you’re rocking side to side together and there’s nowhere else that chan would rather be on this friday night, because-

because god he loves you so much - its all he can think about as the final chords of the outro play, as adlibs rise like adrenaline in chan’s veins because he wants to kiss you so bad right now and he doesn’t even care that there are people around but- but he does care what you think and maybe this isn’t the way to do it.

so as the song comes to a close, chan pulls you in and he might be smothering you with his jacket but he doesn’t care - if he looks at you any longer, his feelings would physically manifest and he doesn't know what he would do if that were to happen.

“chan?” your voice is muffled against his puffer, confusion and laughter softened against his chest.

“your face looked cold.” it’s a half truth to cover up the bigger lie.

“well,” you mumble, “it’s a good thing you’re warm.”

when you wrap your arms around him, the crowd applauds - at the two of you or at the performer, he doesn’t know.

and to be quite honest, he doesn’t care.

one;

you’d both fallen asleep with the curtains half opened - it had been too dark outside, too late in the night, the weariness of the day’s fun too heavy, that neither of you had realised the curtains weren’t fully closed.

not that it was a major problem, being three floors up, but it did make for an early rise.

chan finds his face closer to yours than he would have liked, though he confess the sight wasn’t too bad a thing to wake up to.

in the past, perhaps, he would have had no reservations, no worries about being so close to you in bed - but years of friendship had matured like wine, had left an aftertaste in his mouth that he was still trying to figure out if he enjoyed or not, if he wanted more or not.

no, he knew he wanted more, and that was what scared him. what if a bit more was actually too much? he didn’t know his limits, not with something like this. he didn’t know your limits. it was risky, was like drinking for the first time - the consequences didn’t quite hit until they hit. he could have a sip, have three, five, could be enjoying it all until suddenly it was too late-

rustling sheets pull him back to the present.

“chan?”

he’s reminded of an evening long past, as you rub your eyes. your gazes meet, but the fragility of tension is barely present this many years into the friendship.

“what are you thinking about, so early in the morning?”

a rhetorical question, perhaps, but the sunlight dancing on the wall behind you and the warmth under the covers and the innocent curiosity in your eyes pulls the words out of him.

“that i love you,” he says.

it’s… not as cathartic as he thought it would be but it’s enough.

it brings the dancing sunlight and gentle rise and fall of your body to a standstill. it brings the ticking clocks in his room and the saturday morning traffic outside his apartment to a mute. it brings his heart’s bpm from an andante to a moderato, an allegretto; he can hear it in his ears, feel it in his chest. the disjointment between his internal and external world almost sends his mind into momentary panic.

but you smile an angel’s smile, and he doesn’t quite understand what it means yet but he knows it’ll be alright.

“i know.”

for a moment, he thinks that those two words were all you had to say in reply. his mind dances on the line between friends and more (whatever that is, at this point) and whilst he can’t deny the existence of the slight disappointment in him, he’s grateful that nothing has changed.

until- until things do change.

“me too.” you pull the blankets up to your chin, curl up closer to him like you had so long ago when you were both younger with neither questioning the relationship. “i love you too.”

in some other universe, he might have disregarded your words as nothing more than ones of friendship - you both knew you loved each other as friends do, as you always had. but in this universe, he grasps onto the way you’ve practically buried your head into his chest. he grasps onto the warmth of your body, so early in the morning, so close to his. he grasps onto the slight shake in your voice, the way you had breathed out the words like a confession.

“okay,” he whispers into the crown of your head, arms almost shaking in disbelief as they settle around your body and draw you closer. “okay.”

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a/n: scene 3 is inspired by this!! also, anyways, i havent written anything outside of academic work and evening star in so long that im surprised this even... ended up finished LMAO but ye i hope this was an okay read, if not enjoyable! gentle reminder that interactions of any kind will make my heart soar <3

#stray kids #bang chan #fluff

[cosmos-recs]

ALREADY TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS BUT I’LL TELL YOU AGAIN!!! 🥺🥺🥺 this was so cute and soft and tender. just absolutely wonderful 💛

also. FOREHEAD KISSESSSSS!!! did i tell you how obsessed i am with forehead kisses? because i am.

kisses with chan

kisses to his forehead, literally whenever you physically can. his skin soft against your delicate lips, the shine of lipgloss left behind that he doesn’t make any effort to wipe away. him nuzzling into you to draw you closer when you do it, pressing his own kiss into your hair as a response that doesn’t need words. 

kisses to his palm when you’re sitting together, his hand resting in yours as you play with his fingers. twirling his rings around, moving his fingers this way and that, pausing every now and then to bring his hand up to your mouth to lay a lingering kiss there. 

kisses to his dimples when he smiles because how can you resist? he looks so precious, eyes bright and nose scrunched as happiness takes over his face and it just looks so beautiful on him that you can’t physically stop yourself from leaning into his space. he’ll look at you fondly, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head over, his way of asking for another kiss to the other cheek. you do it, of course, but not without a roll of your eyes. 

kisses to his nose, knowing it makes him shy and flustered like nothing else. pouring all of your love into that one small action, as if he’s somehow able to breath it in and absorb it from you. giggling at how he goes kind of cross-eyed when you do it because he’s trying to look at you the whole time. 

kisses to his shoulder when you have your arms wrapped around him from behind as he’s cooking or when you’re spooned up behind him in bed. it’s a good morning or a good night or even just a hello, your absolute favorite way of communicating with him. 

kisses to his lips, the plush flesh feeling like pure clouds against your own. lazily sliding your mouth against his as he sighs into you, his entire body going lax, only ever this relaxed when he’s with you. swapping sweet pecks as he runs a hand up and down your back. 

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nsfw version

minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

#stray kids #bang chan #fluff

[cosmos-recs]

NOT ME THINKING OF AISHWARYA RAI AND THE DIYA JSHSJSHSJSHDH LOVE THAT ANALOGY

truly flames are so… fragile in a sense. wow i really love that metaphor. to love someone so much you guard them like a hand guards a flame from even the faintest gust of wind. can i steal it jdhdjdjd

the love languages: chan

giving: physical touch

receiving: words of affirmation

chan’s touches range beautifully from playful and teasing to sensual and slow. he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind in the morning, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck that wakes you up in the best way. he’ll take every opportunity to kiss you during the day, a kiss to the cheek whenever he walks past you, one to the crown of your head as he sits next to you for lunch, one to the back of your joined hands when you’re taking a walk together in the twilight. at night, he takes his time running the palms of his hands and the tips of his fingers across the planes of your body, not leaving a single inch untouched by him. 

it took you a moment to get used to it, the constant feeling of his hands on you. you had mistaken it for possessiveness or jealousy at first, his way of staking his claim on you - but that was not the case. 

it’s in his acts of physical touch that he expresses his love for you best; he uses his words for everyone else, but his touches are reserved for only you. he holds you like a flame that needs to be protected, like you’ll go out if he doesn’t cradle you in his arms. 

chan, though he may be self-deprecating, is not unaware of himself. he knows he’s talented, knows he’s handsome, knows that he’s a phenomenal partner. it’s just that sometimes, he needs the words to confirm what he thinks is true. he revels in your compliments of his work, lights up when you tell him he looks amazing dressed up on date nights or in sweats and an old t-shirt right before bed. 

it’s through words of affirmation that you can filter your love for him into his head, like swords breaking through a near impenetrable fortress. 

minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

#stray kids #bang chan #fluff #eeeee loveeeee #also shshshsjsk hoe did you add the love languages to align with mine on purpose to mess with me because!!! #i swear i’ve told you my receiving is physical touch and giving is word of affirmation dhhdjdhdjdjskshshjd #ok but in all realness…. very cute #i love the way you write and the words you use #it makes everything so beautiful

[cosmos-recs]

oh gosh what a beautifully written story. it was so… emotional and raw and there was so much more you told through the way you framed the story than the words you wrote, if that makes sense.

i love the undertone of mental health issues and the way you connected all of them together without explicitly making it obvious that “hey this person is mentally ill”.

there was something so beautifully tragic about it all. the self destructive behaviour, the withdrawal from losing someone you love, the desperation, the “pathetic depression” HAHAHAHAHAH it was all so beautifully framed as a concept and it’s beauty was further enhanced by how incredibly pretty and dramatic your writing is.

and that ending?? that ending was everything. it was such a perfect resolution despite being open-ended. even though you didn’t say it… it feels almost obvious that the two characters would indeed end up back together, and stronger this time.

the first time you relate him to red, it’s negative, it’s passionate, but destructive—like fire. and the second time… the second time… the red comes as a form of relief. like she finally had colour back in her life, and what better colour to paint over a black and grey canvas than red? it’s not fiery passion this time, it’s love. like a rose blooming in your chest, making you feel alive again. something to pull you out of the dark.

just absolutely beautiful.

red

a/n: songfic for taylor swift’s red (i wrote this as chan but i didn’t say any names so you could imagine any member), gn!reader, a little angsty with a happy ending bc im weak

loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street, paster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly

you met him right when you didn’t know that you needed him, and suddenly he’s imprinted into your life like a tattoo. first, second, third dates turn into sharing a toothbrush, spending more time at his place than your own, then living together because it just made sense. your possessions are his just as much as your heart is, and though you haven’t known him long he’s carved out such a distinct space in you that you can’t remember what it was like to not have him. he’s your first thought in the morning and the last thing that crosses your mind before you fall asleep. 

loving him is like trying to change your mind, once you're already flying through the free fall, like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all

driving through the mountains on a day off, taking the time to get away with no destination in mind. the windows down, wind ripping through your hair and the autumn-tinged leaves lining the small street as he drives way faster than the limit. feeling more free than you ever have, not once looking back as you go further and further from all that you’ve known.

touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted, was right there in front of you

your hands tangled in his hair, his arms wrapped around you, the soft skin of his neck under your lips - it’s all you need. the worst days resolved with the touch of his hand on your cheek, the best days made better when he slings his arm around your waist to hold you close. his fingertips erasing all of your hurt and painting new images onto every plane of your body until not an inch is left without his mark.

memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words, to your old favorite song

knowing him better than you know yourself, having the details of his pretty face committed to memory since the first glance. everything you learn about him feels more like remembering than gaining something new. touching him comes from muscle memory, you know exactly where he’s sensitive and what parts of him to avoid because of his insecurities. he knows the perfect words to say to you when your emotions get the better of you, calming you down with what seems like practiced precision.

fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword, and realizing there's no right answer

swirls of anger, taking up the empty space in the room. you can’t see anything but him, his eyes bright with frustration and his mouth is moving but you don’t hear any words. you feel yourself responding, but you don’t know what you’re saying - is it too mean? does it make sense? 

you don’t know anymore. 

it clouds your mind until you can’t even breathe, the air coming out in bursts from your aching lungs. all you know is that he’s there, attention fully on you as he spouts questions that you don’t have answers for. it’s a losing battle, but you continue to swing your sword at him because it keeps him there, with you. 

regretting him was like wishing you never found out, that love could be that strong

nights spent with tears slowly leaking into your pillow cover, not bothering to wipe them away anymore because you know they will just be replaced moments later. the time of sobbing is over, the emotions aren’t raw anymore but they aren’t any less strong. just as unbearable as the day he walked out of your door. 

feeling like you should never have let him into your life, if it was going to lead to this. wishing that you never got into his car when he asked, that first time, the day that you looked into his eyes and thought that he was it. crying harder at the thought of never having had him, knowing that he changed you in every possible way that you can’t even recognize the person you are from who you were before him. 

losing him was blue, like I'd never known

letting him leave was the worst thing you’ve done. not running out after him, standing in your living room frozen for hours, is your strongest regret. watching the door, waiting and waiting for him to come back like he always does, only realizing when the sun rises that he isn’t going to. being left in the silence, every sound making you jump. 

missing him was dark gray, all alone

walking down the street with your headphones in. there’s no music playing, but you enjoy the muffled noises of the city that’s too loud without them. buildings and people blur past as you walk, the rhythmic movement of your feet matching the slow beat of your heart. 

you’ve been moving through the motions for days, weeks, months now. nothing felt real anymore, the colors have melted away one by one until you were left with black and white vision, the only time color hits your eyes is when you’re going through old photos on your phone. it dies more often than not, the battery life forgotten in favor of looking at him and how happy you used to be, and the black screen brings back the gray. 

forgetting him was like trying to know, somebody you never met

dates with new people, expecting a sharp response or a barking laugh that never comes because it’s not him. reaching up to brush a curl off of their forehead before realizing that there isn’t any hair to push back. offering to paint their nails and getting a curious or guarded look in response, like they don’t know why you would ever ask them that. 

he never made you ask - he would show up with a bottle and sit at your feet, resting his hands on your thighs with a silent question in his eyes. 

but loving him was red

he was like a fire, burning white-hot. the kind that tempts you to run your finger through, skimming the top and praying that you don’t go far down enough for it to burn you. not noticing that the heat was too much until it was too late, until you were too far into it to take it back. it was like walking through broken glass, hoping that whatever was at the end would be worth the pain. it was a cigarette, the smoke burning your lungs, replaced by the euphoria of the high.

remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

snapshots of moments filtering through your mind like a film roll.

dancing in the kitchen, music filtering in tinny soundwaves from his phone on the counter. almost tripping when he twirls you, you’d be on the floor if not for his arms scooping around you to hold you to his chest.

walking around town with him until the early hours of the morning, giggling into each other’s coats and holding each others’ hand like the world would end if you let go. sharing a plate of fries and a strawberry milkshake, one straw for two, at a late night diner. you’re the only two there, but it would matter if the place was packed to the brim, because all you can see is each other.

drinking wine straight from the bottle, passing it back and forth between you until your limbs felt fuzzy and your mouths were stained red. tasting it on your tongues when you slide into his lap to kiss him, letting your mouths slide lazily together as he rests his hands low on your waist.

tell myself it's time now gotta let go, but moving on from him is impossible

trying so hard to fill the space that he had left, but it gets bigger and bigger like a black hole, sucking up everything. even after all this time, you see the ghost of him around corners, through doorways and in your bed when you wake up and forget that he had left you. 

things that you don’t know how to stop doing. waiting for him to turn off the alarm in the morning. pouring out two cups of coffee just for one to get cold. leaving dishes in the sink for him to wash that get left until the next morning. leaving the light on at night for when he gets home late only for no one to turn it off until the next day. 

when I still see it all in my head, in burning red

and that's why he's spinning 'round in my head, comes back to me, burning red

drowning yourself in liquor, pacing the floor and gripping at your hair because you want him and he’s not there. a sharp knock on your door pulling you out of it, hope flooding in like it does every time someone is on the other side of the door, no matter how much you try and quell it down. taking a deep breath before you reach for the doorknob, tentative as if it’s going to burn you. you open the door and there he is, red.

#stray kids #bang chan #angst #well angst-to happy ending #but not really fluff skhsjshdj #so so good anny! wonderful job