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Just you and me. . . B. Chan

>> synopsis: glimpses and moments in your relationship with Chan that he’ll always look fondly back on, and will always love: from the moment the both of you first hung out, to the few times he had told you he loved you.

>> pairing: Bang Chan x reader

>> warning(s): none, just an abundance amount of fluff and love from both parties, small mentions of morning breath. no proper plot.

one.

"I like you too, Chan."

And that was all Chan remembered from the 21st of May.

Your hands and his held together, a smile plastered on his face that didn't fade even when the morning rolled in and he had woken up to the faint smell of your perfume lingering on the sheets of his bed. He woke up with an extra hop to his step, in a mood that sky-rocketed through the roof. Even when he had nearly stepped into a puddle of leftover rain water with his brand new shoes, it didn't phase him, for all he thought was the sound of your voice and the way you looked at him as you relayed the same feelings he held for you.

"I like you too," Chan softly murmurs to himself as he makes his way up to your floor. As a routine, Chan would always come over after work to hang out before heading home, but this time it would be different.

This time, you were more than friends.

"Hey sweetheart." Chan is halfway through the door when he feels you cling onto him, arm already hooked over his to pull him deeper into your house where he smells something cooking in the kitchen.

"Is Minho over?"

"Ha, ha." You deadpan, the ghost of a smile on your lips at his teasing. "Not this time, no. But! I made you your favourite dish." Excitedly, you scoop up a spoon laying on the counter to let Chan taste the stew you made.

After a second of his taste test, you eagerly look up at him. Chan almost melts at the sight of you alone when he takes a proper look and sees what you have on. A pair of shorts along with his favourite tee.

Well.

That's a sight that's gonna be imprinted in his mind for a while.

His favourite shirt on his favourite person — Man he really, really likes you.

"Well? How is it?"

"It's just right baby," he kisses the top of your head after wiping his mouth. Before you can turn around, he holds you by the hips and slides his arms around your middle.

"Hey," you say softly into his hair when he bends down to nuzzle his head onto your neck.

"Thank you for doing this. You're an angel." You know better than anyone that Chan was simply thanking you for doing an act of service that he appreciated, but the gratitude altogether made you relax your tense shoulders.

Your hands move to his hair, and out of habit you start massaging the roots of his hair. "So are you. Help me set up the table?”

Chan chuckles but nods, "yes ma'am." He pecks the corner of your lips without thinking and walks out of the kitchen to put his bag down.

Chan had always been a very affectionate person. His hands were somehow always on you, from your shoulder, lower back to simply ruffling the top of your head— you had grown accustomed to the tiny touches, but having him kiss you on the cheek, your head and at times the most random spots that make you feel all tingly; that was still new. But, you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.

You liked this side of Chan, the side he only presented to you. So, with a smile and without a doubt, a hint of redness appearing on your cheeks, you continue stirring the stew until it starts bubbling. As you carry the pot into the dining room, all you can think about is the way Chan had hugged you hello, kissed you as a thank you and even helped set up the table with the television set up with your favourite show already switched on.

"Thank you," you breathe out, somewhat feeling relieved. Cooking took more energy than usual, and you realised it as Chan pulled your chair and guided you into your seat.

"This is all you sweetheart,” he squeezes your shoulders then sits beside you to watch the show together.

You really, really liked Chan.

two.

"Good morning."

You couldn't remember the last time you slept so well. A good sleep to you was defined by how many times you would wake up during the night, and seeing as you slept through your alarm and didn't get up to go to the bathroom at least once, you had deemed tonight's sleep as one of the best and Chan was the cause of it.

"Hi." You say shyly, covering your face in order to shield your morning breath. Chan, however has no problem when it comes to morning kisses because he pulls away your hands from your face and very carefully meets your lips with his.

the only way to describe his kisses, especially in the mornings, were tender.

They weren't needy, but they withheld just as much passion as his usual kisses. You figured that was his skill; hiding his desire behind the calmness of his mind, it was what made him so attractive to you. How laidback he was but attentive to every detail, information and body language you'd present around him. He paid close attention to those he cared about, and it always showed. The second he pulls away he catches the way your face crumples slightly.

With a laugh, he asks "What's wrong?"

With a mumble you say, "i was worried about my morning breath."

Chan lets out a laugh, one that comes from his chest so you know it's genuine. "Sorry sweetheart," he pulls away slightly but your hand reaches out to hold his forearm. "Did it make you uncomfortable?"

"N-no..." you start slowly. "I like you– I mean, I like you enough to let that slide so you don't have to stop doing it." You ramble, but all Chan does is look down at you with a fond look on his face.

You nearly coo at the sight of Chan. His natural curls have come out, and he's shirtless, but he looks all the more adorable if not attractive. It seems like Chan could look both hot and cute at the same time, even at ten in the morning.

"What're you smiling at hm?" Chan's arms feel warm around you, so you scoot even closer to him, as if you weren't almost face to face with his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder.

"You," Chan smiles widely. "Your cute hair, your cute face. You're cute everywhere, it's no fair."

“My apologies for being so adorable.” He grins.

“Apology unaccepted,” You frown playfully. “But since you’re my boyfriend, you get a pass.”

“Hmm boyfriend, I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” He says as he pulls you closer. “Let's just stay here for today. Just you and me ignoring the world."

While you find the thought of him wanting to be with you, wanting and choosing to spend more time with you instead of going to work, you have to decline the offer because— reality has to come in at one point.

"No can do sweetheart," you say. "I have a meeting to attend and you, have a deadline to meet."

"I'm in charge of my own company, i'm sure they'll be able to function a day without their boss." Chan says, closing his eyes when you playfully glare at him.

"Maybe they will, but that still doesn't change the fact that you have to finish your things by today and I have to meet my client today, baby."

"I like it when you use your cute pet names on me. Makes me feel all giggly."

"Chan."

"Hm?"

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes angel?" Chan opens one eye but when he sees your deadpan look, he only chuckles and nods. "Okay, okay. Let's go get ready."

"Thank you," you lean forward to kiss his cheek but he swiftly moves so you end up pecking his lips instead.

"Good luck kiss for the day," is all he says with a wink before he gets up to stretch.

He's still here yet you miss him already, and he feels the same.

You want the days to go by quicker again as long as you got to see him by the end of it.

three.

"What if they think I'm lame or weird?"

"They're not gonna think that sweetheart," Chan pauses. "I'd be surprised if they do. They'd be one to talk honestly—"

"Chan..." You whine.

The both of you were heading to Minho's house, where you would meet not only your shared friend, but Chan's entire friend group which consisted of Minho and a few more people that you had never met before, but have only heard by name.

You knew who Jisung was, you had seen pictures from when Chan was showing you old pictures of himself, but that was it. You met Minho when you were working at a small restaurant downtown and through him, you met Chan and the rest was history. It's not like you were against the idea of meeting Chan's friends. You had thought of this moment since he had made things official, but it would be a dishonest truth to say that you weren't nervous.

"Baby," you look away from the windshield when you feel Chan's hands move from your thigh to clasp your hand. "Look at me, please?"

When you do, he stops at a red light and does the same.

"My friends are gonna like you." He smiles, "it's alright if you're nervous, it only shows just how much this means to you and how much I mean to you, and I appreciate that. I love that you care so much about these things, but trust me sweetheart you'll be just fine. I'll be right there with you."

"Why are you so sweet to me," you smile tiredly, making Chan want to kiss you. And he does just that, pulling away just in time to drive away right as the light flicks to green.

"Only for you," he lets it sink in then cringes. "Too much?"

"Predictable," is what you say and he nods. "But it was cute."

"Sure it was."

"I'm sure your friends would've found it adorable."

"Oh God," Chan groans with a laugh. "Changbin would have a field day if he heard that. Don't let the boys know my weakness."

You turn to him with a puzzled look, "What's your weakness?" You were surprised, and a little shocked that he had never thought to mention this before but at the knowing look he gives you, it almost seems as if you were supposed to know this.

"It's you."

"Okay, now that was definitely a line." You laugh when he looks away.

"It's the truth, sweetheart."

"Sure it was." You playfully roll your eyes, and within a blink of an eye, the both of you had rolled in to the familiar parking lot of Minho's apartment.

Right as you unbuckle your seatbelt, Chan rests his hand on yours.

"You okay?," You let him run his thumb over your knuckles.

With a deep breath, you nod. "I'll be okay."

"You'll be okay," he repeats with a smile.

You squeeze his hand in yours and nod, a wide smile that's nearly glowing on your face. "Thank you for inviting me." You kiss the corner of his lips and let him walk out of the car to open the door on your side.

"M'lady."

You chuckle at his adorable act but place your hand on his arm, letting him guide you to Minho's floor despite always coming here at least twice every week when he would host those weekly movie nights.

—

Chan's friends loved you.

Chan wasn't surprised, you were incredible at making friends despite being a little reserved, he was a little surprised to see you warm up to Changbin, considering how loud him and Minho could be— especially together, but it didn't overwhelm you and even when Changbin had belted out the lyrics to a Celine Dion song you weren't familiar with, you still listened attentively and even added in tiny adlibs to keep his singing going.

Jisung found you adorable. He had told Chan this the second he saw you threaten to hit Minho with his ladle and had deemed that moment, his favourite part about meeting you. You were a natural, and while Chan expected nothing but good things out of the night, he was happy at how his friends clicked so easily with you. Maybe a little too well with how Jisung was hogging you the entire time Minho had announced that he would put on a game of MarioKart.

"Ji you've had her on your team for three rounds already. You have got to let Y/n know what it's like to be on the winning team." Changbin says proudly, smiling as the number one shows on the screen. Bright and big.

"As if! This is your first time winning in a month!"

You were sat on the sofa while Jisung and Changbin were on the floor, the both of them crisscrossed with their shoulders touching so every now and then in a middle of a match, they would shove one another in order to act as a distraction while you were the mediator of the two. Minho would occasionally tell them to quiet down while he was reading an article on his phone, but it was mostly you who would tell the both of them to cool it down before they break Minho's remote.

As you laugh at something Jisung says, you feel Chan rest his chin on your shoulder. He sits up from his laying position behind you and plays with the hem of your shirt.

"You know the first time we played this game, Changbin didn't know how to drive his kart 'till the next day."

"I can hear you dipshit."

"He's not lying. It got even worse when we played GTA and you ran over a few pedestrians in the game."

"In my defence there's no right or wrong way to play that game. And MarioKart's just too challenging for beginners." Changbin pauses, "but who still got three wins in a row tonight? Yeah, pay up loser."

"Why am I paying?! I didn't bet anything." Jisung says bewilderedly.

You lean back against Chan's chest to watch the banter unfold in front of you, finding it amusing at how much energy the two had to continuously tease and poke fun at each other. When Changbin points to the raven-haired boy sat on the other sofa, Jisung gasps in both shock, and betrayal.

"You bet on me?" And just like that, Jisung feigns sadness.

"I bet that you'd win, stupid." Minho deadpans, "way to go by the way. Now I'm twenty bucks broke because of you."

"Yes, but you're twenty bucks broke from believing in Jisung." Chan speaks up.

"Unbelievable. Next time you play I'm siding with Bin." Minho says as he slaps the twenty dollar bill onto Changbin's hands.

"Bin?" You speak up, and the boys nod at you.

"That's what we call Changbin time to time." Jisung let's you know, making you feel touched at how inclusive they were with you.

"You can call me that too," Changbin smiles kindly.

Jisung snorts, "you say that as if people can't use it freely."

"They do," Changbin shrugs. "It's just not many people use it, except for the guys, and now Y/n." Changbin seems genuinely happy to tell you this, making you appreciate how friendly they were.

"I'm gonna get a drink. Y/n you need anything?" Minho asks as he jumps up to his feet, stretching his body similarly to a feline creature.

"Anything you're having is fine." You thank him.

"You're not gonna offer anything to us?" Chan asks, an amused look on his face.

"You have feet. Y/n is my guest."

"So are we!"

"Y/n's my more important guest." Minho says, causing you to burst into laughter while Jisung and Changbin chase after the older boy, complaints rushing out of their mouths to say what a bad host Minho was being.

Minho doesn't bat an eyelash when he walks to the kitchen, and knowing him well, all of you know he was only kidding.

"Hey." Chan nudges your jaw with the bridge of his nose, his head still resting on your shoulder.

"Hi," you say sweetly, nearly cheesing at the soft kiss Chan gives you. The both of you didn't engage in much public affection, especially in front of his friends to prevent them from feeling uncomfortable, so this was nice. "Wanna play one round?"

Chan leans back slightly, tilting his head up with a challenging look.

"You sure you wanna play a round with me, Y/n?"

"What," you fully turn tk face him now, grabbing the spare controller that was used by Changbin to plop it on to Chan's hand. "You saying I can't beat you?"

"I didn't say anything," your boyfriend says smugly.

"Oh, you are on Christopher."

When he hears his full name, he lets out a low whistle. "Bringing out the full name now," he sits up behind you. "Challenge accepted sweetheart."

"Don't come begging for another round when you end up being second or last place." You says cockily, making Chan grin. Despite the competitiveness between you two when it came to games, any kind, he always found you endearingly cute.

"Oh I won't angel." Chan smirks, "you pick the route."

And just like that, the both of you are sucked into your own world with the three of his friends watching you guys from the kitchen doorway where Minho is trying to film the moment, Jisung is pretending to fan his tears away while Changbin is only watching with a proud, content smile on his face.

"You think he's gonna cave for her?"

"No way," Jisung scoffs. "Look at how his veins are popping out. Y/n and him definitely won't go easy on each other."

"They definitely won't," Minho finally says. He had been witness to many gamely competitions between you guys to know just how serious the two of you were. "But, you can definitely tell he's having more fun than usual."

After a beat, Changbin exhales out of his nose.

"They're good for each other."

"They definitely are."

four.

The first time you and Chan argue, it’s over a trivial thing.

You don’t remember specifics nor do you try to even remember how it all started, but you remembered feeling absolutely gutted after the whole exchange that when you left his apartment, you barely reacted to the hug he had given you. That was all that was exchanged between the two of you when you left his house. There were no texts, no calls, but you preferred it this way.

At least for the moment. You always needed time to yourself; a moment to be able to fully let the emotions sink in, to let yourself be angry, upset or even confused at the entire thing.

But one thing was for sure, was that you were devastated at the way you left things with Chan.

Unlike your previous relationship, you had entered this relationship with Chan with your head, body, and then your heart. You gave yourself time to fall for him, to really get to know him— understand him and what made him him. Therefore you promised yourself to always be vocal with your thoughts, with your feelings. And you were. You really were, but a small part of you felt uneasy at the tiny parts you left unsaid between you two.

You were in the middle of contemplating whether you should call him or not, when suddenly you hear the doorbell ring.

“Hi.”

Chan doesn’t get to react when you suddenly pounce into his arms. Albeit the only reason he has them open is to hold your bouquet of flowers, and a bag of your favourite food, he welcomes you into his embrace. He hugs you even tighter, resting his head on your shoulder to be able to inhale more of your detergent, along with your usual perfume.

“I’ve got you,” Chan whispers but you can almost hear the smile on his face when he lands a sweet kiss on your collarbone. “Hi,” he says again when you pull away to look at him.

“Hi,” you laugh. “What’s all this?”

Chan shyly hands you the bouquet, and then the bag of takeout. “I had a feeling you weren’t feeling too good about our argument so I got you a little something to feel better.”

“Chan…” You pout, but smile when you realise he had ordered your favourite meal. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” you refer to his empty hands. “What’re you going to have for dinner? This can��t all be for me.”

“They are sweetheart,” he chuckles. “And don’t worry about me. I just came over to drop these off to make sure you were feeling better, and now that you’re smiling again, I can go home feeling peaceful.”

“Chan,” you laugh. “You’re not staying?”

Chan’s eyebrows nearly reach his hairline, “you… you want me to stay?”

“You don’t want to?” You feel a little deflated at his words, but he’s quick to explain.

“No, no sweetheart don’t get me wrong. I would love to stay, but I don’t want to be here if you still aren’t feeling good— I mean, it was my mistake you got mad so I didn’t want to bother you. I know you like your space.”

Your heart melts at the thought of Chan pacing back and forth in his living room after you had left. You knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he hated conflict in any form or way, so he must’ve really thought this through to have gone through all the trouble to order takeout and drive to your house, all in the rain that was now pouring.

“You’re the sweetest,” You gently pull him in for a kiss. “But, I’d love for you to stay. Is that okay?”

“Okay? Baby, that’s more than okay.” He genuinely looks relieved, and you almost visibly see the tension release from his shoulders.

“Good.” You kiss the corner of his lips, nearly cooing at how his cheeks are starting to turn pink.

“Wait wait,” Chan pulls you back by the waist, holding you carefully in his hands until the both of you lock eye contact. He holds it then says, “How’re we feeling?”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“About the argument,” he smiles softly. “How’re we both feeling?”

“I feel good,” you reach up to cup his face. “I feel better than I did before, and even more reassured to have you here with me.”

Chan exhales a breath of relief, “good. Great. Okay,” he can’t contain his happiness when he starts kissing all over your face.

“Chan!” You let out a laugh, but Chan doesn’t stop there.

When the both of you finally make your way back into your house, with Chan now shirtless since his shirt was soaked from the rain, the both of you start arranging the takeout on your kitchen table. You sort them out from what you feel like eating, to what you want to keep for later and Chan only nods from behind you. He has his arms wrapped warmly around your middle. He sways you side to side, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

A wave of deja vu washes over you, but you allow it. It’s a nice feeling, and you’re only happier to know that Chan is the cause of this giddy feeling.

You feel his lips trail kisses down from behind your ear, all the way down to the space between your shirt and neck, and giggle when he reaches your neck. You were always ticklish in certain areas.

When delicately uses his fingers to tuck the strands of your hair behind your ear, he hums a soft tune.

“I love you,” he says, and you feel yourself fighting back a smile.

You’ve heard him tell you this countless of times, but every time you hear it, it feels like the very first time he had told you under the night sky as he fed you the last piece of your favourite dessert.

“I love you,” you say back.

Chan really really loved you, and so did you. You always would.

Author’s note:

hello <3 i hope that whoever’s reading this, and has read this far down into the imagine, enjoyed it with all their heart and managed to squeal and/or maybe awe at their love <3

it’s been forever since i’ve last posted an imagine so i hope this doesn’t and didn’t disappoint Xx

ngl as i wrote this my head was literally ‘no thoughts just vibes’ so TT this is what we ended up with :’) not thoroughly proofread, so any errors made will be fixed after some time Xx

with all my love, saturn.

you are loved,

and ily always.

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