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Hii! can you write a Changkyun's wife goes missing after an argument—she left and drove and drove out of anger— and he starts to worry because she isn't answering her phone, basically it's as if she vanished into thin air but it turns out she was stranded on her way out of the city and her phone died. She runs into stranger Bang chan who gets her back to the city and her house. Upon seeing her, Changkyun is relieved until he sees her with Bang Chan and almost fights him. can she black also? Thank you

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SFW - Angst - Cursing - Some Fluff - Husband!Changkyun - Black!Reader - Stranger!Bang Chan - Request #21

You are pissed, livid as you stare down at the dead phone in your hand.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You scream and throw the phone in the open window of your equally dead car. The small device, crashing into the side of the passenger side door before it drops onto the seat. This is all Changkyun’s fault, you swear it is. If he would just talk about things like a normal ass adult instead of getting defensive, you wouldn’t be in this situation…plus is doesn’t help that you’re on your period, so your emotions are ten times worse right now.

It all started when Changkyun’s greedy ass, eating your little piece of happiness. You had ordered a green tea tiramisu and a strawberry cobbler for a little take away treat and before you could eat it, you got called into work to cover a shift. You put your sweet treats away to eat for later when you got off work. When you got home, Changkyun was already home and in his pajamas. He had a facemask on, and it made you giggle as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. You hopped in the shower and sung to yourself, happy and giddy since you could finally eat those deserts that you had been thinking about all day.

Imagine your surprise and ire when you saw the fridge empty of the little lilac-colored boxes. You took a deep breath and checked the trash, your heart broke when you saw the boxes laying in the trash…empty. You had questioned Changkyun about the missing treats and he refused to take the blame. You couldn’t understand why he had to eat your food and then lie about it. He was the only other person in the house! The fight would seem stupid to most people, but it really struck a chord with you. You stormed out the house, ignoring Changkyun’s shouts for you to come back and flipped him off. If he couldn’t respect your food, you couldn’t respect his requests.

So, here you are now…stranded on the side of the road without a phone and a car in need of gas. The sky above rumbles with thunder and lighting, making you jump into your car before the downpour starts, cursing since you can’t put the window up. You climb into the back seat of the car and curl into a ball. The air is cold, and your pajamas aren’t covering much; the black shorts left much of your legs exposed to the chilly air and the matching black crop top with a large cookie on the front didn’t cover your mid drift or arms at all. Looking around in the back, you grab a white sweater off the floor and quickly put it on. The faint scent of Changkyun’s cologne fills your nose and your eyes start to burn…

Keeping your eyes open is a struggle. You are tired and cold, Changkyun’s sweater only doing so much to keep you warm. Maybe you should start keeping blankets in the car? The amount of rain that has gotten into the car is definitely not good for your automatic windows or the driver seat, but that’s something that Changkyun can deal with at another time. Right now, you just hope that someone with a kind heart will drive past. As if answering your preys, headlights shine from behind you, and you scramble to get out of the car. You wave your hands over your head, not caring about the cold water soaking you to the bone or turning your wig into a wet mass of waves.

The car comes to a rolling stop in front of you and before you can second guess yourself, the passenger door opens. “Are you okay?”

You crouch down to get a good look at the man driving the car as you speak over the rain fall. “M-my car’s out of gas and my phone died…c-can I use your phone to call my husband?” Over your shoulder the stranger notices that the window of your car is down, and he frowns. It’s cold out and it’s only getting colder.

“Get in. I’ll give you a lift into town.” The stranger can see the hesitation in your eyes and offers you a soft smile. “You’ll freeze out here waiting for your husband. I’m on my way back to my friends. I promise I’m not a serial killer!”

A strong clap of thunder rumbles in the sky and you flinch, jumping into the man’s car quickly as the rain starts to fall even harder. He turns the heat up as he stares at your shivering form. “S-sorry about your seat.”

“Ah,” He waves off your apology and starts driving. “It’s just water and there are napkins in the glove department if you want to try and dry off. I’m Bang Chan, but you can call me Chris.”

“Chris. I’m Y/N…are you from Korea?”

Chris smiles and shakes his head, “Is it my accent? I’m from Australia but moved here when I was a teen for business.” A shiver runs up your spine as you dig around in the glove department for the napkins, and Chris is quick to put on the seat warmer. “So, where do you live?” You give Chris the directions to your home as you put your seatbelt on and dry off. The two of you talk over the music playing on the radio and Chris seems like someone that Changkyun would get along with. He’s younger than him, but he gives off big brother vibes like no other.

I’ll get back to you as soon as I can – Changkyun groans as your voicemail plays over again and he sighs looking out the window at the crazy downpour. He chews on his bottom lip and runs a hand through his hair. Didn’t you run out in your pj’s? “Fuck!” Changkyun rushes to the bedroom and grabs his hoodie, the one that’s your favorite, your pink cheetah print bonnet, and a towel before he hurries to the front door and grabs his car keys from the hook. He needs to make sure you are okay. Heated words spoken in the moment be damned, he doesn’t want anything bad to ever happen to you.

Throwing open the front door, Changkyun quickly locks the door behind him and walks to the elevator. Shoving his hands into his jacket pocket, Changkyun thinks of the few places that you could have gone while angry. It’s highly possible that you went to get more treats, but at this time of night he doubts that place is still open. The elevator door dings and when the doors open, Changkyun’s eyes widen when he sees you in the arms of another man. He takes in your disheveled appearance and his jaw tenses. Are you wearing someone else’s clothing?

You pat Chris’ chest and he looks down at you with a raised eyebrow. “Y-you can put me down now, Chris. This is my husband, Changkyun.”

“Ah, right…sorry.” Chris’s ears turn red and instead of setting you on the ground, Chris hands you to Changkyun who is glaring at the younger man. You wrap your arms around Changkyun’s neck and rest your head against his shoulder.

“Come dry off, Chris. It’s the least I can do for helping me out tonight.” Changkyun and Christ both open their mouths to protest and you cut them both off. “I will not repeat myself.” Changkyun grunts and shifts your weight in his arms to carry you easier down the hall back to your apartment. You tighten your hold around Changkyun’s neck as he digs in his pocket and grabs the house key, unlocking the door. Changkyun steps inside and kicks off his shoes before he sets you down on the floor. “Give Chris that towel, okay? I need to get changed.”

Changkyun throws the towel in his hand at Chris as he walks through the door and follows you into the bedroom. “Where were you?? Changkyun questions as he shuts the door behind himself.

You ignore the question as you strip out of your wet clothing and Changkyun takes notice that the white sweater you’re wearing is his…it makes me smirk a little. “Y/N?” Changkyun grabs hold of your wrist and pulls you into his arms. “I’m sorry for eating your stuff without asking…I’m sorry, okay?” Changkyun cups your face in his hand and runs his thumb over the apple of your cheek. “You’re freezing. Put something heavy on and make sure you wear socks.” He presses his lips to yours and sighs against your lips. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Changkyun grabs a black shirt from his dresser and leaves the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. In the living room, he throws the shirt at Chris with a glare. “Wear that, so you don’t get sick.” Chris nods his head and Changkyun raises an eyebrow, “What were you doing with my wife?”

“Bringing her home?” Chris questions, not sure how to answer.

“Did she go to you?”

“What?” Chris’ eyes widen at the question, now understanding why Changkyun was being so hostile towards him. “You got it all wrong, man!” Chris shakes his head and quickly changes out of his wet white shirt and into the dry black one that it a little tight around his chest. “Her car was broken down on the side of the road and her phone died. I was just passing by and wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

Changkyun believes his words, but he has another question. Before he can ask another question, you come into the living room dressed in black sweats and a pale orange crop top sweater with white and black stripped socks. Your wet wig has been replaced by a pale orange headwrap and you have a blanket pulled over your shoulders. Damn…you look so cute. Changkyun smiles and wraps his arms around your waist, as you stand by his side.

“Why don’t you stay until the rain lets up?”

Changkyun and Chris share a look and Chris shakes his head. “Thank you, but I need to get back to my friends. They are worried about me.” Chris waves his phone around and sure enough three different names are flashing on his phone.

You pout and grab his white shirt, “Well at least stay until your shirt is dry.”

Chris agrees and Changkyun waits for you to leave the room before he asks his next question, “Chris…” Changkyun sits on the couch and Chris follows his lead. “Was…was she scared?”

“Not really…at least she didn’t show it. She seemed…upset? Worried, but I think that was because she couldn’t call you.”

Changkyun nods his head and sighs, “Do you want coffee? Tea?” Chris agrees to some tea and Changkyun makes three cups before he carries them into the living room. You are now sitting across from Chris in the lounge chair with your legs pulled underneath your butt. “Here, babe.” Changkyun hands you a fresh hot cup of tea and you sigh happily as the warmth spreads around your hands. Changkyun gives Chris his cup and sits down, “Thank you for helping my wife. I was beside myself wondering where she was in this storm.”

“No worries. It would have been a dick move to leave her stranded like that.”

The three of you talk for a while until Chris’ shirt is dry and together, you and Changkyun walks Chris to your front door.

“Thank you again,” you bow deeply to Chris and his ear turn red as Changkyun does the same.

“Don’t forget to grab your car when the weather lets up.” Chris smiles and heads out of the apartment leaving you alone with your husband.

Changkyun grabs your hand and locks the door, “Come on. Time for bed.”

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