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bambikisss · 4 months

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Pillow :: B. Christopher/Chan

(Bambi's ver.!) Christopher/Chan Bang x reader

💕: friends to lovers, smut, late-night loving

📙: You're a creature of habit: you did the same thing every night. However, it seems that Chris has different plans.

⚠: Unprotected sex (always wrap it), oral (both receiving), female maturation, Chris makes a pervy comment once, use of toys, biting, Bambi's thoughts at 2 A.M.

Bambi's notes: Hello loves! I am currently having a bit of trouble when it comes to falling asleep, so I decided to write something up for you. Instead of referring to BangChan as Chan, I refer to him as Chris. If you don't like that, then feel free to substitute it with Chan. Y/N/N is your nickname.

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You were a creature of simple habit: you went to work, you came home, showered, and then put on some slow music while you cooked and relaxed. You were known for not responding to anyone during "your time," which always seemed to annoy your friends, but you never cared. Who is going to stop you from enjoying your book and a glass of wine while your pet sat next to you?

"Y/N, come on. Just for me?"

He would.

You sighed, sitting up from your comfortable position on the couch as Chris continued to try and convince you to meet him downtown. You had already showered and ordered takeout, and you weren't fond of the idea of being out in the cold with Chris until the early hours of the morning. "No, ask Felix. You know it's my me time."

"Felix is busy," Chris whined, making you pinch your nose. You knew he didn't ask Felix to hang out, he just wanted you. And while you would usually be flattered, you had a very long day at work. All you wanted to do was try to relax and enjoy your warm evening in your apartment.

"Come on, Y/N/N, don't act like you don't miss me." Your movements paused at Chris's voice change, making your cheeks suddenly begin to heat up. You always loved it when he deepened his voice or when he teased you, using your nickname. It always made you press your thighs together to relieve the pressure you felt suddenly. At your silence, Chris took the opportunity to continue convincing you with a smirk on his lips. "I know you miss me, Y/N, just admit it. I bet that if I were to ride over there right now that you'd hop right into my passenger seat, wouldn't you?"

Yes, you would. "No, I wouldn't."

He knew you were lying. "Yeah?"

You responded with your very own cocky sounding "Yeah" before hanging up. There, now you could enjoy your evening just how you wanted to (and now with some added need for your toys).

You and Chris had this weird back-and-forth flirtation aspect in your friendship: it always starts with Chris, and then you don't back down, making the flirtation last longer. You always liked that aspect of your relationship the most, even though it made feelings complicated for him. But, those feelings could be erased with a simple orgasm from your toy and to sleep. You crawled onto your bed, laying back on the bed before you closed your eyes, your hands soon roaming your body. You gripped your breasts as you bit your bottom lip, imagining that it was Chris instead. You gasped as you pinched your nipples, making them erect through your tank top before your hands slowly moved down your thighs, teasing you as they moved up and down the inside of your thighs.

Before you could move to push down your pants and straddle your pillow, you heard your phone ring from the living room, a familiar Chase Atlantic ringtone filling your ears, ending your moment. You got up with a huff, walking to the living room to answer it.

"Chris, I already said-"

"Y/N/N." You paused at his teasing voice as if he could just see what you were just doing. There was an underlying tone in his voice that you couldn't put your finger on, though.

Was he warning you?

"I'm outside. My car is warm, my seat warmers are also on, and I have a blanket as well. There should be no excuse for you to not hurry up and get in my car so that we can hang out."

You bit your lip at his words, trying to figure out what to say back, but he beat you to it. "Y/N. Don't make me come up there and carry you down here because I will carry you on my shoulders through your busy apartment lobby, and I don't care who sees." You silently cursed at his words, fighting with the idea of him actually doing that. You took a deep breath, hanging up the phone before Chris could say anything else tossing on a hoodie and sweatpants over your current clothes before going downstairs to meet Chris at his car.

When he saw you approaching, Chris didn't hide his smirk as he leaned over to open the passenger side door for you to slip right in. You sighed at the feeling of the warm seat and car as Chris began to drive through the city. You both didn't say much; you both listened to the music on the radio while looking out at the beautiful city all lit up at night. You were secretly thankful as it allowed you to try and calm down.

Your daydream was soon interrupted by the car slowing down as Chris pulled into an empty tunnel that led to a deconstructed road. "How do you keep finding these places, Chris?" You asked, wrapping the blanket around you as you exited the car. He only shot you a proud smile at you before he set up his camera. Chris always recorded his hangouts with you in new places: you thought it was for safety, but Chris shook his head. "It's for the memories. I want to show my kids how I spent my 20s when I wasn't couped up working all the time." You smiled at the thought of Chris's kids running around his home, asking him what he was like in his 20s compared to the dad he was. Chris admired you as you smiled before holding out his hand, gently grabbing the blanket from around your body before running down the long tunnel with it, making you chase after him for the extra warmth that blanket provided.

You laughed as you and Chris ran back and forth through the tunnel before he suddenly turned around, making you run straight into his chest. Your eyes widened at the sudden situation, apologizing before trying to move from his chest. However, Chris didn't let you go; he instead wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, his eyes now hooded as you both stood in the tunnel.

Neither one of you spoke as your eyes roamed each other's faces as if meeting for the first time, your chest's rising and falling matching his hard chest's movements. You could feel your body heating up once more, making you want nothing more than to place your hands on his chest, run your nails down his strong chest, down to his sweatpants, and-

"Are you ready to go back?''

You jumped a bit at Chris's words, snapping from your gaze-induced haze as he slowly let you go, picking up his camera before he began to back up to the car, holding up the blanket with a triumph smirk on his lips, as if he had just won a game. You couldn't help but look down at your hands that continued to be pressed against your chest, your hands open. You must've opened them without thinking. You shook your head, snapping out of your daze before you began walking back to the warm car.

Yeah, it was time to go back.

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You sighed as you closed your bedroom door, your eyes moving to the digital clock that sat on your dresser glared the time 11:33 in bright red numbers. Once you had gotten back here, Chris begged you to let him stay the night so he didn't have to drive again. You let him stay in your guestroom, your friend instantly going to shower and get ready to sleep.

You decided to accept the opportunity of being alone to take care of your growing problem that had begun to slowly soak your panties. You bit your lip as you picked up your pillow from its discarded place on the floor, placing it back onto the bed before you removed your shorts, straddling the pillow. You gripped the top of the headboard as you began to move your hips slowly on the fabric, pleasure moving through you at every hip movement. You closed your eyes, moaning softly as you thought about the pillow being Chris instead. How he would moan so filthily while grabbing your ass and hips, helping you ride his fat cock.

You moved your hips faster, your hands moving from the headboard to cup your breasts, abusing your nipples more. You felt the knot in your stomach begin to form, making your movements go faster.

When you open your eyes, you notice that there is a lot more light in the room than when you started, making your hips instantly halt on the pillow. "Aw, but I was enjoying it."

You whipped around to see Chris leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. Your eyes flickered between his thick thighs and his face, your eyes not knowing what to focus on. Chris couldn't help but laugh at how you were reacting before letting out a small "woah there" when you rushed up from the bed to try and shut the door on him. He pressed his forearm against the door, successfully blocking it before he leaned over you, placing his other arm on the doorframe. Your eyes widened again as he looked down at you, a proud smirk on his lip as he watched your reaction; you were a prize he had just won, to him.

"What were you doing, Y/N/N?" You shivered at his teasing tone, spouting off any lie you could think of that could help you hurry this conversation along so that you could close the bedroom door and hide in the sheets forever. Chris didn't let you do that, though, moving one of his hands to cup your jaw to meet his eyes again. You didn't miss how his thumb twitched when it grazed your bottom lip or how his eyes shamelessly roamed your body as his tongue moved around his mouth. His mouth was literally watering at this point, pulling you closer by your jaw before he spoke again, this time slower and more cautious like he didn't want to say the wrong thing and lose this opportunity.

"Look, I know you know that I saw how fast you were riding that fucking pillow and I know that you didn't finish," He paused, taking a deep breath before he leaned closer, his lips now hovering over yours, his tongue gently grazing your bottom lip as he whispered out "Just this one time, I promise. Let me help you cum." You furrowed your eyebrows at his words, asking what he meant. Your words were met with a gentle scoff from his lips as he stepped forward, making you step back. Your forehead and lips continued to hover over each other as you both walked to the bed, matching his steps with a step back until your knees hit the bed. When he noticed that you both reached the bed, Chris bit his lip before pressing his chest against yours, making you both fall onto the bed with him on top of you.

Your eyes scanned his face as he cupped your face, his eyes showing his intentions: he wants to make you feel good. No words needed to be exchanged between you two as your lips met his in a soft kiss, making you moan softly. His lips were so soft and plump, which made the kiss feel even better. You ran your hands through his hair as his hands tried to rip away at your clothing, his hands becoming frantic as he tossed away any article of clothing that stood in his way of seeing you fully. Sure, Chris had seen you in bathing suits over the years, but seeing you nude on your bed for him did something to his cock.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're going to be the death of me." You didn't miss the small whine at the end of his words as he began to kiss down your face to your neck, where he licked and kissed wherever he could before moving down your body, doing the same as he kissed down your soft skin.

All the times that you had imagined Chris in your bed, laying in between your legs, you never thought you'd have the actual thing. "Did you think about this, Y/N?" You sat up on your elbows as Chris looked up at you, his hands resting at the tops of your panties, his fingers playing with the waistband. You nodded, unable to think of words as he leaned up to kiss right above your panties before he dragged his teeth down to the waistband, pulling it down with his teeth. You watched from your position on the bed as he tossed the underwear into the guestroom, which made you tilt your head. Chris didn't allow you to ask anything, though, as he immediately leaned down to press a kiss to the tops of your thighs before slowly moving to finally taste and soothe your soaked pussy.

All those nights you thought about Chris in your bed like this didn't compare to the real thing: he had your legs tightly wrapped around his head, his fingers gripping your thighs as his tongue moved in and out of your wet cunt, moaning at your taste. You could feel the vibrations coming from his mouth as he moaned praises into your mouth, praising how it felt against his lips, how good you tasted, how he should've laid you down in the backseat of his car in the tunnel earlier and ripped those pants off of you.

"Could've made it echo in that goddam tunnel, baby. Would be able to hear you all around me while I made you cum on my tongue." You moaned louder at his words, your hips moving to meet his tongue's movements as you began to practically grind against his tongue. Your orgasm snuck up on you as he pushed two of his fingers in, wet from his mouth as he curled them deep in you, making you cum. You gripped both the sheets and the bed as your back arched, your body shaking her you rested back against the bed. You closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath while Chris watched. When you did open your eyes, you thought you would be met with the morning sun, letting you know that it was all a dream. However, when you do open your eyes, you are met with Chris's eyes trained on your body as he licks his fingers and lips clean. It was now your turn to watch as he made sure that he didn't waste a thing.

When his eyes met yours, they no longer held the goal of taking care of you in them, but to absolutely take you. Chris offered you a small wink before he leaned down, placing his hands on either side of your head. "Y/N, I need you to tell me now if you want me to stop. You need to tell me before I toss off these tight-ass boxers and put you on your knees." You met his eyes, no words leaving your lips, making him groan lowly against your lips. "Fucking tell me no, baby. Say it or else I'll find a better use for that mouth of yours."

Your lack of response drove him to roughly pick you up from the bed, manhandling you as he put you on your knees in front of the window, the moon's light illuminating him as he placed his hands into your hair grabbing the chunk into his fist while his free hand freed his cock from the brief's tight embrace. You waited patiently, though, your eyes not leaving his cock as he pumped it a few times before tapping it against your tongue, letting you taste him and feel his weight on your tongue. You accepted it all as you placed your hands onto his thighs, rising from your legs a bit as his makeshift grip on you moved you closer. Your eyes moved up to meet his as his cock filled your mouth, his own eyes immediately closing as he tossed his head back at the feeling. You whimpered as he continued to push you down on his cock, making him chuckle airily before tossing his head forward to see you. "Now, come on babe. Don't act like you didn't deep-throat that pretty pink dildo I saw you had in your drawer wishing it was me. And now that you have the real thing; the heavier, the thicker, the warmer cock, you wanna act like you don't know how to take it?"

You didn't get a chance to respond as he pushed you down more on his cock until he heard you gag before releasing his grip on your hair. You stayed on your knees as Chris walked around the bed to your bedside dresser, allowing you to admire his backside in the moonlight before he turned around, approaching you once more.

"Why did you grab that?" You asked as he rounded the bed, your pink dildo he had just mentioned in one hand. "I have to get you ready to take my cock in that wet pussy of yours somehow. I don't think you could take all of me, baby without some help." You bit your lip as your eyes went to his cock that stood proudly against his abs, glistening with your saliva. You knew that you would need to prepare, but you weren't planning on doing it now.

Chris moved you to the side a bit, placing the suction part of the dildo down securely on the floor before his hand returned to your hair, grabbing a handful before moving you back over to the dildo and slowly sinking you down on it. You gasped at the feeling, your hands gripping his hips as you sunk down fully onto the pink dildo. Chris gave you a few moments to adjust before he helped you take his cock again in his mouth. You were thankful for his help as helped moved you as you began to bounce on the dildo, looking up at him as you did so.

You didn't want to miss any of his reactions as he tossed his head back and forth, not wanting to miss out on the view but also not being able to handle it. His moans grew louder as you moved faster, your hands moving from his hips to his balls, making him pull his cock from your lips instantly. You didn't get a chance to say anything as he picked you up from the dildo, tossing you onto the middle of the bed before instantly landing on top of you, his arms resting on either side of you as he kissed you deeply.

"Fuck, you looked so goddam hot. I was so close to cumming but I have to do it in you, baby." You nodded, wrapping your hips around his waist as he pressed his lips against you. The kiss started off slow, but the kiss soon sped up, showing his growing need for you as he began to grind his cock against your entrance, gathering your wetness along his cock as you both kissed. You sighed softly against his lips as he slipped his hand between you and him, grabbing his cock before pushing into you, filling you up.

Chris smirked as you moaned, your nails digging into his muscular arms as he filled you up. He was definitely bigger than your dildo, which made you glad he had you ride it before he filled you up. You began to drag your nails up his back as he pulled back from your lips, his chest now proud and puffed out as his hands gripped your hips, moving his hips to meet yours slowly. You both moaned in unison as his cock dragged along your walls, his lips moving to your neck as he moved faster.

You didn't realize that you had gotten louder until you heard the sound of something hitting the wall, making you both stop. You took the opportunity to catch your breath, realizing who it was. "That's my neighbor, Mr. Jenkins. We must be too loud." You sighed, disappointed that your night with Chris would have to end for the sake of your neighbors, but Chris had other plans.

He refused to have your first night with him end like this.

You gasped as he pulled out, roughly flipping you over to lay on your stomach before he straddled the back of your thighs. You turned around as he pushed back into you, both of your moans mixing together in the bedroom air. "What about Mr. Jenkins?"

"What about him?" Chris asked, his hand moving up your back to your hair once more before pressing your face down into your pillow, muffling your louder moans as he picked up the pace. In this position, he swore you felt even tighter and wetter, making him moan deeply. He leaned down to bite and kiss along your shoulders, leaving marks in his wake as you gripped the pillow. You were thankful that he let you keep your pillow as your moans had gotten so much louder, which would lead to you having an angry man at your door tomorrow morning. However, Chris needed more. He needs to hear how good his cock felt deep in your pussy like this.

If anything, he'll deal with the angry man tomorrow. You won't be able to walk tomorrow anyways.

You whimpered as Chris pulled you up from the pillow as he drilled his cock into you, the headboard now slamming against the wall as Chris whispered into your ear "Why don't you let Mr. Jenkins know how much you love my fucking cock? Or, does he hear you every night when you're rubbing your pretty pussy against your pillow, wishing it was me that was touching you? Fuck, I could fuck you better than that pillow or that pink fucking dildo. From now on, just call me."

You nodded, closing your eyes as your body began to shake, cumming on his cock. The feeling made Chris's cock twitch, his own orgasm hitting as he quickly pulled out, cumming all over your back and ass. You rested against the bed, feeling exhausted yet satisfied as he grabbed a tissue to clean you off with. You smiled against the pillow as he placed gentle kisses wherever he wiped, whispering compliments to you before laying next to you on the bed, pulling you close under the sheets.

"You know that you're going to have to deal with my angry neighbors tomorrow, right?" You asked as you lay on his chest, slowly drifting off to sleep as his lips pressed against your head as he chuckled. "Yes, babe, I do know. Now, let's go to sleep, it's late." You nodded, closing your eyes as his arms wrapped around your body, pressing another kiss on your forehead before saying "just call me. I'll come be your pillow for you anytime."

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linos-luna · 6 months

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Of course! ✌️

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Grabby (Pt. 3)

Chan x Fem!Reader

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3)

Warning: oral(fem receiving), slapping

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“Oh god-! oh fuck~” you were moaning uncontrollably as you gripped onto Chan’s hair. He was insane, eating you out like a starved man while tightly gripping your thighs.

“Fuck-… agh Chan! Fuck~”

How did you even get here?

Well after backing you into a corner(literally), he kept kissing you and seducing you with his touch. Palming your wet panties had your head spinning. And his plump lips were just as addicting. Successfully, he had seduced you, but you didn’t expect him to be so rough.

So here you are, legs spread open as he abused your cunt with his tongue.

Your moans flexuated from high pitch and whiny to desperate whimpers. You were making noises that you didn’t know possible.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” He teased. “Cant handle it?”

You couldn’t answer, only left with your mouth open as nothing but pants would come out.

A sudden slap to your thigh had you snap out of it. You looked down at his teasing and devious smile.

“C-Chan-…” he whimpered. “W-why- stop—…”

“Oh so you do want more.” The man sneered while rubbing your clit, nearing making you scream. “Dirty girl. Acting like you don’t like it.” You were whimpering with your eyes closed. How could you let it get this far?

However. His lips did feel amazing…

“Hey!” Chan slapped your thigh again. “Look at me!”

You looked at him with a pout and he mocked your expression.

“If you want more, you have to beg.” He smirked. “I don’t like spoiled brats.”

“I’m not a brat—!”

You were interrupted by another harsh slap to the thigh.

“Hm… then you get nothing.”

“No no! Wait!” You whined. “P-please! Please!”

“Please what?” He replied with a sly grin.

“I-I I want you! I-I want you here!” You begged while rubbing your own clit. “Eat me out channie~ I want it!”

Chan loved your begging and without warning, he grabbed your hips and began kissing your cunt again. This had your eyes rolling back and back arching.

You were nearly screaming as he ate out your sensitive cunt.

“You like that?” He groaned, mouth still attached to you.

“Yes!” You moan. “Yes channie! Yes!”

You wanted to cum so bad but just as you were getting there, he stopped.

“Chan!” You nearly cried out, looking at him with tears as that high was leaving.

“Silly girl. You’re not cumming yet.” He chuckled. “I’m not done with you yet…”

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fleurhcss · 24 days

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I have just been feeling so tired and burnt out from life lately and I just know Chris is the type that would carry you to bed, worship you, make love to you until you cry and let your feelings and then hug you to sleep.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 - WORSHIP OF LOVE ! Chan Imagine !

He certainly will be. Imagine you come home very tired, you're stressed at work and you have so many thoughts in your head that you can't even concentrate on the things you love, the things you enjoy. It is a stressful time for you and you can never take care of yourself without thinking about something else and bursting into tears. You feel a huge weight on your shoulders, too many responsibilities and things to do. You have little time to look after yourself and your boyfriend Chris has noticed that something is wrong with you. He has often seen you come home tired or sit on the sofa for days doing nothing, and it has broken his heart. Chris loves you very much and would do anything to make you feel better.

One day he comes home from work to find you in the middle of a crying mess and doesn't even wait a second to run to you and hold you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. From the very first moment of your relationship, Chris has always been kind and attentive to your wellbeing. He is caring and takes such good care of you. When he sees you crying on the sofa, the first thing he wants to do is hold you. But you're really stressed and can't let go completely or tell him how you feel. But you let him do whatever he wants, surrendering yourself in his arms.

So you let him pick you up and take you into a warm bath and let those soft hands, that have touched you a million times, caress you gently and carefully. "Let's go to bed after this bath, sweetheart," he smiled gently at you, taking care of you. You had a tired look on your face, but a small smile appeared on your face as he began to dry you carefully before worrying about himself. He did not put any underwear on you, just your nightgown, and then he took you in his arms once more and laid you down in your bed. That bed that had seen so much passion with so much affection and worship.

"Let me take care of you, darling, let me make you relax. Make you feel loved and wanted, that's what I desire the most. You are everything to me, I adore you and you have no idea how much affection and love I have for you. I hate to see you in pain." He said as he leaned over your lips and kissed you gently as a feather touched your lips. His touch was always so - except sometimes - gentle, careful. You loved the way your boyfriend treated you; you were his priority, the only star in his life. He always put you first, often forgetting himself. You were so grateful.

He left a series of kisses on your neck and then gently squeezed your hips, as if he was afraid to break you, as if you were made of crystal. He smiled as he lifted your robe and gently stroked your stomach, planting a soft kiss on it. He towered over you, caressing your face. You could see the love he had for you in his eyes. He took your legs up to his shoulders and slowly entered you. He didn't want to hurt you. Your body ignited and you continued to make love until both you and he released in a sweet orgasm.

The care he took of you was also evident in the way he cleaned you, and then himself, with a warm wet cloth each time after you two made love. And this time was no different. After he had dressed, he lay next to you, hugging you, stroking your head gently, and you felt like you were going to burst at any moment. His light touch helped you to let go. After a while you burst out crying softly and he held you close and kissed the back of your neck. "It's such a stressful time Chris, I feel like all my life force has been drained from me. I can't even do what I really want to do, what I like to do. It feels like my soul has been gradually shut down and it's a feeling I hate. I hate not being able to control myself or what I want and feel..." You whispered into his now covered chest as his hands gently stroked your back.

"Let yourself go darling, all this will soon pass. There may be times when our minds work harder than our bodies, when we are tired and we are a pile of emotions that we cannot distinguish and balance. You are simply tired and need to give your mind a rest. I will always be by your side, do you understand? Let yourself go. Throw everything away."

His words were as sweet as honey, his voice had caressed your skin as it went into your veins, straight to your heart. You loved this man more than anything and he loved you. He adored you. He almost worshipped you. No, he worshipped you for sure. His caresses were like a cup of hot tea that went straight to your stomach. It was a pleasant feeling. So pleasant that you fell asleep in the arms of your boyfriend Chris, with tears in your eyes but a lighter heart.

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a/n : I hope u liked it, always remember to take care of yourself no matter what, you will never be alone 🤍 sorry for making you wait !!

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bloodorangesoup · 7 months

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Kinktober '23 Day 3 - Dacryphilia (SKZ Bang Chan)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: crying (obv), handjob, oral (m. receiving), chan cums in readers mouth (gross 🙄), fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: this is not proofread so bear with me 😁 think I did this right? Let me know 😭 also would anyone be interested in a taglist for kinktober?

Chan dragged his feet as he got into the elevator, huffing when he had to lift his arm to press the button for your floor. His eyes closed as his muscle memory led him down the hall to your room. Using his key to unlock the door, he stepped in and stood at the entrance, taking a moment to relax in the solitude and comfort of your apartment.

“Channie, is that you?”

He smiled at the sound of your voice. After a moment without responding he heard your footsteps draw towards him. His eyes were still closed when he felt your hands lift the backpack off his shoulders and slip his beanie off. He sighed as you ran your fingers through his hair, combing through the flattened strands. A soft peck met his lips. He was too exhausted to kiss back, but you could see his appreciation in the sad smile that greeted you once you pulled back.

Finally opening his eyes, he saw the concern on your face, your eyebrows lifted up. Your head quirked to the side. Chan thought you looked like some adorable confused puppy. Sliding your arms around his waist, you left a kiss to his shoulder, never breaking eye contact.

“You okay, baby?” You asked sweetly, your voice soft in the quiet room.

“Just tired s’all,” he whispered back. His eyes closed as he let his head rest on top of yours.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Nah,” he said nonchalantly. But you knew him better than that, there was something on his mind. “Just wanna hold you right now.”

“Well, I can do that.” He could hear the smile in your voice. You shuffled your bodies to the couch, helping Chan remove his jacket on the way. He let his body fall onto the couch, keeping hold of you and pulling you down with him. Your head rested on his chest, feeling his heart steadily beat as he held you. Your right arm was against the couch, holding his back, while your left arm rubbed his chest. Your hand moved up to rub his shoulder.

“Ah, Channie, you feel so tense,” you pouted.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just sore from practice today, we started some new stunts today.” You looked up to see his grimace with that last part.

“Don’t overwork yourself, then you won’t be able to dance at all,” you frowned. You slid your hand down his torso, slipping it under his sweatshirt. He sighed as he felt your cold hands cool the skin of his stomach. Your fingers glided over his abs. His heartbeat quickened under your ear. Rubbing circles on his chest, you could feel him start to breathe hearder under you.

“Y/n,” Chan whispered.

“Yes, baby?” Your finger circled his nipple, sliding over it and pulling a moan from his mouth. He hissed when you did it again. “Shhh,” your hand slid back down his stomach, “you had a stressful day didn’t you, baby?” His eyes were shut tight as he slowly nodded his head. “Let me take care of you. Can I take care of you, Channie?” He nodded eagerly this time, feeling his cock begin to stiffen at your words. “Good boy, let me take care of you, okay?” Chan’s head was buzzing from the praise. It was a stressful day. The way you were all sweet on him and helping him relax began to swell up his chest.

His train of thought was cut off when he felt your right hand slide from under him. Your hand cupped his jaw, thumb pulling on his chin to slightly open his mouth. The next thing he felt was your lips capturing his upper lip. You wasted no time slipping your tongue into his mouth. He gladly invited it, his own toying with yours as you sucked on his lip. Your hand continued to slide down until it reached his navel. With more pressure, you pushed your hand further, palming at his growing erection. He let out a deep groan.

You broke the kiss, “Feel good, baby?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, kissing him again, he nodded against your mouth. His hands came up to your waist, pulling at the hem of your shirt. Separating from him, you let him pull your shirt over your head. He finally opened his eyes for what felt like the first time in hours and thanked the universe that you weren’t wearing a bra. He immediately slid his hands up to your boobs, squeezing and squishing them together. You pressed your palm harder over his cock and he moaned loudly as his head fell back against the armrest of the couch.

“Let me take the stress away, baby. Just relax for me.” You began lifting his shirt off of him. He leaned forward and lifted his arms just enough to let you get it off of him. You pulled at the waistband of his sweats. He raised his hips as you dragged them off his body along with his boxers. His cock sprang free of its confines, his tip pink and leaking. Chan felt vulnerable, naked on the couch in front of you. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him nude, but he felt oddly open. You could clearly see the stress and tiredness in him, and you were comforting him so nicely, taking care of him in his exhausted state. He wasn’t scared or nervous to be this vulnerable with you, but it was new. He had never been so bare in your presence.

You looked down as you grasped his dick, squeezing your hand from the base to the tip. You swiped your thumb over his tip, spreading his precum.

“Ohh, y/n,” he struggled to speak. You silenced him with a peck to his lips.

“Shhhh, Channie.” You continued to pepper kisses around his face as you stroked him slowly.

Chan’s body felt like jelly, he could barely keep his arms up to continue playing with your chest. The tension had been building in his body since that morning when he started work, the physical and emotional toll of his job weighing down on him harder than most days. His muscles tensed and relaxed at your movements. His body carried tension yet his mind was light, all he could focus on was the feeling of your lips on his cheek, his forehead, his nose, and the warm feeling growing in his belly. You looked down at Chan, his eyes were glossed over and glassy, looking up at you in adoration.

“You’re okay, baby. You can relax now, I got you,” you cooed. Your other hand rose to cup his cheek, your fingertips scratching at his hairline. Chan couldn’t help the way his chest tightened, he felt his breathing pick up and his bottom lip began to quiver. He felt his nose sting as his eyes watered. All he could do was look up at you with tears in his eyes. Your thumb swiped at his cheek as a tear slid down his cheek. You picked up your pace, squeezing him tighter than before. His breaths began to come out in sobs, the tears continuing to stream down his cheeks.

“Y/n,” he cried. He was overwhelmed. His heart felt like it was bursting out of his chest and his body was on fire. His hips were lifting off the couch, meeting your wrist as he thrust into your hand. He couldn’t remember why he was crying anymore. Everything that had piled up on him throughout the day was forgotten as you held him so tenderly. Still, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Let it out, Channie. You look so pretty when you cry, you know that?” you spoke against his mouth. Chan whimpered as you kissed him again. He could feel the salt of his tears mix in with saliva as your tongues met once again.

“Y/n, I’m so close,” his voice cracked in between sniffles. He was so desperate to come, his cock pulsating in your palm. But he needed to wait for your permission, he owed it to you after you had taken such good care of him.

“I know, baby. You’re almost there, just a little longer, okay?” This felt like torture, but Chan was putty in your hands. He could only trust you as you continued unraveling him. He felt your face pull away from him as you sank down his body, your hand didn’t stop stroking. Chan groaned as your mouth neared his throbbing tip. Your tongue stuck out to lick the precum that had leaked out. He hissed at the feeling of your wet tongue touching his skin. His eyes shut tight again, trying to compose himself. Your hand slowed down but didn’t stop, Chan moaned at the change of pace.

“Look at me, Channie,” you called up to him. His eyes shot open as you began sucking on his tip. His eyes still glimmered, his eyelashes sticking together from the tears. You released his tip with a pop making Chan’s eyes roll back. “You can come, baby,” you kissed his tip. Chan almost exploded right there. “Watch as you come in my mouth, Channie. I love you so much.” You stroked him harder at the base of his cock, taking the tip and then some into your mouth. Your tongue slid against the underside as you gently sucked.

Tears pricked his eyes again, the pleasure was too much. He felt your hand reach for his, You intertwined your fingers, your hand giving his a squeeze. The heat in his belly overflowed. He chanted your name in a moan as he released in your mouth. You kept sucking as ropes of him cum filled your mouth. Chan’s hand gripped yours like a vice, like you were his lifeline. You swallowed once he finished, rising to give him a taste of himself as you kissed him.

The smoke cleared in Chan’s brain. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down to lay against him. He reached over, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and setting it over the both of you.

“Did that make you feel any better?” You asked. Chan’s heart tightened at the sincerity in your voice. He buried his head in your shoulder, turning to leave a chaste kiss on your neck.

“Yes, baby. You always take such good care of me.”

Your hand rubbed his arm, soothing his body after the intensity of the night.

“I love you, Channie,” you kissed the side of his head. “I’m always gonna take care of you.”

“I love you more, y/n. I love you so much.” His body finally relaxed as he felt your breaths align. He was okay. Slowly, you two drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Than you for reading this far! Feel free to send requests 🫶

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moonflowerchanniesgirl · 2 years

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Protection

Pairing: boyfriend chan x gn reader

Genre: fluff, drabble, light humor

Warning: cursing, mentions of threatening messages and calls,

Summary: Just a light moment when you confess to your boyfriend why you didn’t go to him for help.

Word Count: 900ish

Authors note: this is not an accurate representation of stray kids but an interpretation based on an idea that stems from them.

Wanted to do something light for Chan’s birthday and managed to get this done as I finish up a longer piece. Happy Birthday Channie~

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chan yelled as soon as he walked in through the door. You were so surprised that you dropped your phone in panic as you looked at your boyfriend who was clearly very angry.

“Tell you what baby?” You asked cautiously as you bent to pick up your phone.

“That you’ve been getting threatening messages and phone calls,” he asked with his arms crossed and you felt your heart drop down to your stomach.

“How did you even find out about that?” You asked as you gulped nervously.

“My manager told me to pass you a list of lawyers that you had asked him for. When I told him I had no idea what he was talking about, he explained everything. You went to my manager for help but not me?” His voice went from quite loud to incredibly soft as he got in front of you and grabbed your shoulders. You realized that in your desperate need to find a solution you had forgotten to tell his manager not to tell Chan about your request.

“I was going to tell you soon,” you explained without really explaining in hopes that would be enough for Chan to drop it but of course Chan being Chan… it wasn’t.

“How soon?”

“As soon… as I dealt with it,” you finally said with a soft sigh. His hands dropped from your shoulders only to come around your back as he pulled you into a hug.

“Why not ask me for help? Or at least talk to me about it?” He let you nuzzle your face into his neck as he patted your back in a slow rhythm.

“I didn’t want to bother you while you were busy preparing for the comeback,” you grabbed at the material of his black hoodie, feeling safer than you had in weeks.

“Baby you’re never going to be a bother, come to me for anything especially if it's something scary like this.” Chan moved one hand from your back to the back of your head as he pressed your body against his with slightly more force. “I’m here to protect you yeah?”

“But I don’t want to always get protected by you, I want to be strong enough to protect you too.” You complained into his neck letting out more of your true emotions. Chan was the best boyfriend, he was busy but he made sure to be there whenever you needed him. He wasn’t always physically on your side but you knew that if you needed him, he’d be there for you through whatever you were going through. You lifted your head from his shoulder to look up at his face. “Want to protect you too,” you said with a pout that made Chan giggle.

“But look at me! I’m your big strong wolf!” He made a growly barking sound that was more cute than threatening and you laughed at him.

“Big strong wolves need protection too sometimes, I wish I could be one there for you instead of you being here for me all the time.”

“But you are there for me baby, whenever I can’t sleep and you make yourself stay up to keep me company when I missed my mom’s curry and you called her up to ask for the recipe.”

“Those are such small things though,” you complained while Chan leaned in to give you a peck on the lips.

“They mean the world to me. With you, I know that whenever I’ve had a good or bad day, I can come to you and you’d be there to listen to me and make my day better.” Chan leaned in again and this time he gave you a much longer kiss. He lightly nipped at your lips before pulling away. “That’s why always come to me first yeah?” He asked in a pretend stern way and you nodded.

“Alright Channie,” you said, and almost on cue before you could say more, your phone rang. You moved to check who it was even though already had your suspicions and you cursed them for ruining the moment. It was an unregistered number on your phone, not one that you were familiar with but you knew exactly who it was.

“The person who's been threatening you?” Chan asked when he noticed your reluctance to pick up the phone.

“Yeah no matter how many numbers I block they always seem to have a new one,” you complained as you showed him the number on your screen. Chan gently took the phone from you with a grim expression and he pressed to answer.

“Listen here you fucker, I don’t know who you are but if you don’t stop harassing my girlfriend I will personally make sure to give you as much distress as you have given to her,” he spoke harshly before he hung up and handed you back your phone.

“That was kinda hot of you,” you said as you slipped your phone into your pocket.

“Guess I’m your big strong hot wolf then,” he said with a grin as he pulled you closer again.

“Didn’t know you were such a furry.”

“What- that- I didn’t mean it like that!” Chan exclaimed as you laughed out loud.

“I love you my big wolf,” you said as you hugged him.

“I love you too,” he hugged you back and you felt that no matter what happened, as long as the two of you were in each other’s arms, things would be alright.

“But I’m not a furry,” he started tickling your sides, ruining the moment as you started giggling hysterically while trying to get him to stop.

Things would be more than alright.

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romancefranaticstay · 26 days

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—(••÷[ 𝓢𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 ]÷••)—

Bangchan x fem!reader

Category: angst, fluff

A/N: made a one-shot from mine own sad experience's :(

Flashback

I am so happy i am first in line. I hope this Museum will be interesting, Titanic Expidition, very very interesting. My mom and dad are discussing something about taxe's and that stuff. My brother is listening to some weird music.

I am observing everyone, when suddenly someone come's standing in the other line. He had black hair and his lips are very big and plump. I am trying to observe him when he suddenly turns his head and stare's at me for a second. His eyes were shining and glinstering.

I am standing in the row from 11h and he in the row from 10h30. Guess i won't see him again, sadly. His row is going inside. He has some company with him, i guess it are his parents and his little sister. I am looking at the clock, its 10h40... so i need to wait for another 20 minutes.

I am inside and i immediatly try to look for the boy. When i come inside i see him standing next to the replica from the Titanic. He was standing next to his mom. I am skipping some parts of the Museum just to get close to him. Also i am dragging mine father with me, because i am to scared to get lost.

We are making eye-contact the entire time, and he sometime's bumps into me. His arms touched mine back. I could litterly scream right now, but i won't, because we are in a museum. I observe him from afar. His eyes constantly locking with mine.

I am to scared to go up to him, but maybe i should, because the museum is almost over. We are at the last destination of the building.

Mine parents are walking way to quickly through the museum, almost skipping everything. We are reaching the gift shop, but i am way to scared to go towards him, because he is standing next to his mom. And what if he doesn't like me back? Maybe i am delulu.

I am trying to go around the giftshop as slow as possible. Finally i see he is standing alone. So i think its mine time to give it a shot.

'Y/N, come, its time to go!' mine mom shouted

Oh no no no no, i don't want to go. My parents wanted to go eat, so they pleaded by mine ear to go. They dragged me outside the Museum.

I just wanted to look a last time in his eyes.

I am praying that this goodbye isn't forever.

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10 YEARS LATER

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You were now 24. Still single, as always. Never been into a relationships, since you promised yourself to only give your heart away to that mysterious boy.

Even tho it was ten years ago, you still thought about him. He was just special, you could call it love at first sight. You were thinking about him everyday. Just wondering where he could be now. Still hoping you could see him again, but not searching for it yourself.

Because if its true-love, you two shall meet again. Even tho after 10 years, you kind of stopped believing in it. You sometime's teared up of the fact you will never see him again.

You were sitting on a bench, scrolling through your phone. The trains were very loud and the people around you also. You decided to put on your headphone's, just to get a bit distracted.

Suddenly your eyes looked up to the right and you saw someone standing there, he was wearing headphone's. Suddenly your eyes met eachother. His eyes widen and you were frozen. You couldn't believe you found him again.

There were many people on the perron so you two lost sight of eachother, but this time you wouldn't let him slip away. You stood up and started to go towards him. It was very difficult because everyone was pushing eachother.

Also that mysterious boy, his name was Bangchan, started to look for you. The crowd tried to enter a train. You were still pushing people away when you felt someone's hand on your waist. That strong hand turned you around and you saw him.

It was night, so after that crowd entered the train, you two were left alone. He hugged you tightly.

<Never thought i would see you again.> he said, still hugging me.

You looked up to him, with your doll eyes. His gently grabbed your chin and brought it closer to his face. His face falling on your lips. He brought his lips towards yours and kissed you.

Your two tongues melting with eachother. Your arms embracing his neck to deepener the kiss. His hands exploring your body. His hands going to your back. You two stood there kissing for a while. Luckily there was nobody around.

He brought you again into a kiss, full with passion.

Some advice for all those girls who lost their prince/princess like mine.

If its true-love, you two will reconnect, have patient.

If faith doesn't reconnect you both again, it has a reason for it.

Your prince/princess is somewhere there outside, he/she will come by when the moment is right.

xoxo

Rachel

fourth of april 18:57-19:00

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ashonheavenscloud · 21 days

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i fall || b. chan

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: bang chan x fem!reader, angst of a hopeless love, autumnal wistfulness and nostalgia :(

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 4.8k

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: none

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: i love love love using seasons as a motif oh my goshhhhh. enjoy! (even if it’s heartbreaking)

now playing - 21 - gracie abrams

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Chan should have known from your first whirlwind of a meeting that he’d fallen into something hopeless.

Felix had been the one to introduce the two of you; you’d appeared out of the blue, on a particularly cool autumn afternoon. Chan had been minding his business, listening to Felix rant about his day while the older boy cleaned the coffee shop tables and counters. The place had been empty- courtesy of small town living- and the sound of a bell had alerted the two of them instantly of a new arrival.

His first glimpse of you had been you running, grinning as you all but jumped into Felix’s arms with exclamations and laughter. “Lix! Oh my god, you’re actually still here!”

“And you’re back!” Felix replied, holding you out at arms distance. Chan observed from the sidelines, a little confused but more curious. Your smile was bright and captivating, and he found himself instantly liking you. He didn’t know why, he just had a good feeling about you from the beginning.

“Ah!” Felix exclaimed, seeming to remember Chan’s presence. “Y/n, I’d like you to meet Chan. He’s a good friend.”

You exchanged hellos as Felix babbled, “Chan, Y/n used to live just in the next town. Although she’s been slacking on her visits.”

“Hey, I never promised anything.” You argued, lightheartedly before turning back to Chan.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he expected when meeting you, but he was surprised when conversation flowed so easily that Felix teased you must have met before and hidden it from him. You were just so engaging and exciting- and it didn’t take long for Chan to consider you close to his heart.

It was odd, considering how different the two of you really were. Chan could never understand your passion for travelling- it came in part with your job, but mostly because- as you confessed- you didn’t like to stay put for long, preferring a more scattered existence. Chan himself found comfort in the stability of the city he’d always loved, it’s steady rhythm that remained a constant in his life. He could never seem to leave it for long- it’s borders were his home, and the people inside his family.

“We, my friend, are clearly very different.” You’d chuckled, shaking your head.

“Can’t be that different.” Chan insisted, ducking behind the cafe counter with a shrug. “How do you feel about blueberry muffins?”

You smiled at him- and looking back, he’d been a lost cause even this early on. He hadn’t been able to help it when your smile was somehow brighter than fireworks and took his breath away just as easily.

Chan wondered for a long time if your meeting was fate. You popped back into his life with every change of the seasons, threw him for a loop and then disappeared again for weeks at a time. Where he figured it should have driven him crazy, he only felt more anticipation for the next whirlwind you brought him- and you never failed to come back no matter how long since your last connection. You returned like autumn; and Chan couldn’t help but fall harder for you every time.

And now your latest visit was just beginning- Felix and Chan had picked you up from the train station the day before, and you’d informed them you planned on staying for longer than your usual couple days. That small piece of news was enough to make Chan both excited and anxious. While he had more time with you, he knew it would speed past like always. He figured he should plan the days, work out his free time and whatnot. However, as always, you seemed to sneak up on him and throw all his meticulous strategizing out the window- and this time was no different.

It was a particularly cool day- only a few nights since your arrival- when he found you standing in a faint drizzle, huddled in a forest green raincoat by the bus stop. Your boots absentmindedly scuffed at the colourful leaves that littered the ground in soaked piles. Their earthy smell was one of your favourite scents, Chan knew; it was something you never failed to remind him of.

You glanced up at him just before he reached you, and a bright smile lit your face. He felt his heart stammer, the damned thing a reminder of your affect on him.

“I always liked the rain.” You raised your face to the sky, smiling at the tiny droplets that coated your face and dampened your hair. The peace in your expression was something Chan envied. Content always seemed to come so easily to you. “It makes me feel alive.”

“I suppose it does.” Chan replied softly, holding his free hand out to let the rain douse his palm. After a minute of silence, he bobbed his umbrella in your vague direction. “Does that mean you wouldn’t like to share this?”

You mumbled something that seemed suspiciously sarcastic before shuffling to join Chan under the umbrella. His nerves tingled at your sudden closeness, the warmth of your body pressed against his side. His heart was beating frantically, and he couldn’t help but grin.

“Thank you.” You peered at him, and nudged him. “What’s with the smile?”

“Nothing.” Chan replied quickly; your smile grew and he felt compelled to add an excuse. “It’s just that you’re right. The rain, it’s… refreshing in a way.”

“Of course I’m right.” You tossed your hair dramatically. “I’m always right.”

Chan laughed, and you flicked water at him.

“It’s nice to see you.”

His eyes swiveled to meet your own, caught off guard by the sudden confession. You were rarely, if ever, forthright with your affection.

“Out of nowhere?” He had to question with a flustered chuckle.

You shrugged, staring out at the grey sky. “I don’t know. It actually seemed overdue.”

And your bus pulled up then, leaving Chan to puzzle over your words as he was left alone in the rain.

He wondered late into the night what exactly you’d meant, his heart becoming a little too excited at the prospect of you staying for a while… whatever a while meant. He knew he shouldn’t hope, but in the early am’s he couldn't help it. He couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to have you here. Here, with him, close enough to touch and hold.

But he was getting carried away, he knew, shaking his head to try and clear it of the ridiculous idea. It didn’t matter what happened in the next two weeks. At the end of it all, you would be gone again. He shouldn’t expect anything.

Yet he hoped- and he hoped more strongly than he’d intended. Perhaps, in hindsight, it hadn’t been entirely his fault. You’d been consistent in meeting him somewhere along his bus route, and the ride through town had been so much lighter with you there to talk with. He asked you so many questions, and you never seemed to grow bored of answering them. How do you take your coffee? Straight black, but on occasion you’d add sugar. Do you like thunderstorms? The only form of rain you didn’t approve of. And even though you travel so much, where do you think your heart calls home? For that one, you’d laughed half heartedly, “I shouldn’t-”

“Tell me.” Chan was far too curious.

You paused to play with the straps of your bag, staring out at the rain and the rainbow of trees. He almost wondered if you might not answer, or say something vague, or reply with ‘I don’t know.’ But then you looked at him with the echo of a smile.

“I suppose it’s always been here.”

He shouldn’t hope. He knew it would bring himself nothing but heartache.

But god, he couldn’t help it with you.

…

As he’d expected, the days flew by. He spent as much time as he could with you- at least, when he could find you. Felix joined you occasionally, but he was often busy with papers to complete and tests to study for. His first year of university was already proving to be difficult. Chan couldn’t complain in this instance- although he felt for the boy, he was also more than happy to spend his time with you, just the two of you. All the while though, he had to remind himself that you weren’t staying- like always, he would watch you leave again.

A couple days before you left, Chan convinced you to meet him at his tiny house. It had been a while since you’d been there, and Chan knew there was a particular something- or someone- you’d like to see.

“Berry!” You exclaimed, the fluffy spaniel immediately racing over at the sound of the door opening. You crouched to pet the puppy, tail wagging enthusiastically, and for a few minutes Chan just watched you with a smile.

“She missed you.”

It was meant to say more than that, and maybe you picked up on that- because you turned your face away with a small grin. “Seems like it.”

Berry decided petting wasn’t enough and ran to find a toy to bring back. In the meantime, Chan urged you further into the house, a small one story that still sometimes felt too big to Chan. It was nice to have someone- even if momentarily- fill it again.

“Nothing’s changed…” you murmured, falling onto the nearby sofa with a sigh. “I don’t even think that pile of clothes in the corner have moved-”

“Hey, of course they have.” Chan laughed, cheeks flaming as he scooped up the various items and stuffing them hastily into his room close by. “Felix dropped these off- he didn’t want them and offered them to me.”

“If you say so.”

Chan threw a pillow at you, which you caught with a laugh and hugged tightly- oddly endearing to him. “Want something to eat? Drink?”

He smiled to himself when he heard your feet hit the floor and patter after him into the kitchen. “Is that even a question?”

He laughed, swinging open the fridge. “Soda?”

“You know me so well.”

He couldn’t help but grin as he pulled out a grape soda for you and a ginger ale for himself. After collecting a small plate of mini donuts to go along, you both settled on the sofa again, with Berry curled up between you.

“You know, I bet it doesn’t taste half bad together.” You insisted, imitating dipping a donut into Chan’s drink.

“No way!”

“It’s not that different from milk and cookies! Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“It’s not about adventure, it’s about-”

“If it’s disgusting, at least you’ll have tried.”

“I’ll stick to what I know, thanks.” Chan laughed, taking a sip of his soda.

You shrugged, grinning.

It was moments like these that filled Chan’s heart the most- and simultaneously made it sink. Because it wouldn’t last. Because soon enough, this house would be painfully empty again. Of course, Felix would come occasionally- when he had time- and Berry was good company. But… it wasn’t the same as you.

“You said nothing’s different.” Chan murmured, setting down his drink.

You blinked at him. “Is there?”

Chan nodded, standing and motioning for you to follow him. He felt strangely nervous as you both entered his bedroom, and Chan stopped just inside.

“Look.”

You paused in the doorway, following where he pointed before your hand flew to cover the gasp from your mouth. “Chan! You got it!”

Chan looked down shyly, fingers lightly brushing the head of the sand coloured guitar sitting beside his bed. “Yeah, I took your advice.”

The last time you’d been here, Chan had confessed to wanting to learn to play the guitar. But he’d been unsure- the cost of the instrument alone had been deterring- but you’d encouraged him to go for it.

“Worst thing that happens is you don’t end up loving it.” You’d told him. “But… you could. You really could.”

Now, you raced over to gently touch the instrument, fingertips tracing the edges. “Oh my god, Chan. And?”

“And… I really like it.” He admitted with a small laugh- for some reason he felt nervous as he lifted the instrument and plopped onto the bed. “I’m sure I’m not that good yet, but-”

“Play for me!” You insisted- ah, right. That’s why he was nervous. Of course you’d ask for him to play.

“I’m still learning, really-”

“I don’t care, I just want to hear you.” You pleaded, sitting beside him on the bed. Your knees brushed his, sending a jolt through Chan’s body at your proximity. Your eyes were shining as he looked back at you, already knowing he was defeated.

He could never help it with you.

“Alright.” Chan blew out a breath. “Don't hope for much though.”

You just waited, chin propped on your hands- and so Chan counted to three in his head, before strumming the first chord.

It was a familiar song to you both- a favourite you both shared, a sentimental love song you knew every word to. And although Chan was slow at remembering the chords, and you weren’t the best singer, a soft melody filled the room as you hummed to his strumming. Chan filled in with harmonies, closing his eyes to listen as peace took over his heart. Your voice, the song- he could live in this moment forever. And he didn’t even notice the way you were watching him, until the song ended and he opened his eyes to find your sparkling gaze and happy smile focused on him.

The last chord faded and was replaced with an almost tangible silence as Chan’s grip on the guitar loosened, and he let it gently slide to the floor. His eyes could not leave yours as he held his breath, fingertips tingling. He wanted to reach out to you, he wanted to take your hand that sat so temptingly close to his on the blankets. Just the thought made his stomach jolt nervously. He was frozen- and then the moment was over.

You blinked and looked away, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re not half bad.”

“Thanks.” Chan replied, because he didn’t know what the hell else to say. His mind was a mess of questions paired with screaming disappointment that he’d let his chance pass.

His chance?

This was what he contemplated long after you’d said goodbye and parted ways. He couldn’t deny the tension that had hovered in the air when your eyes had locked and he hadn’t seemed to be able to turn away. Even more rattling, though, was the heavy feeling of his heart when he thought about that moment. Because…

Gosh, it had never been this hard to imagine you not being here.

Why was it so difficult this time? He’d thought the miles between you would be bearable as long as he knew that you’d turn up again- he’d been fairly content with it for a time- but for some reason, the idea of watching you walk away even once more had him pacing in his room at nearly 4 am two days before your departure. He’d known damn well not to dabble in optimism for this particular situation, but he hadn’t been able to help it. He loved you. He could admit it now, a silent confession to the stars that would listen. He loved you desperately, feverently, hopelessly. And now, he didn’t know if he could say goodbye this time around.

It was either insanity or the product of a panicking, blinded heart- which is, by all accounts, very nearly the same thing- when he asked you to meet him at the cafe you’d first met at those many years ago. It was a cloudy but pleasant evening, the sky barely darkening as a light sprinkling of cold rain dampened the streets. You were already waiting for him when he arrived, and Chan wasn’t sure if the feeling in his chest was warmth or dread when he noticed you’d remembered his coffee order- and it sat across from you, steam curling steadily into the air.

Chan felt anything but steady at this moment. Because he didn’t even know what he was going to say; he just knew he had to do something.

“Hi.” Chan greeted you with a small smile, ducking into the empty seat as you responded with your own hello. Silence settled over the cafe- interrupted only by a shuffling employee’s feet and the whir of machinery- before you cleared your throat.

“You were quite mysterious over the phone.” You stirred the tea in your mug, swirling the tea bag around and around before turning a teasing smile his way. “Well?”

Chan laughed, a short and nervous laugh, before shrugging. “Well,” he blew at his drink to cool it- and to buy himself a bit of time to mull over his words- before saying, “I suppose this is just a last little… something before you-”

His shrug felt heavy, like his very body loathed any reference to you leaving. You merely smiled, as Chan distracted himself with a sip of his cappuccino. Yes. Just the way he liked it…

“Everything comes to an end at some point.” You answered simply with a smile. How could you smile? Chan felt like he was being pulled in two directions, and getting ready to snap. “I mean, even life ends- we all die, don’t we? Ah, gosh-” you laughed, sipping your own drink. “I didn’t mean for it to sound so dark and final.”

He didn’t know what to say. He felt like a thread fraying, piece by piece, and he was sitting here pretending like the thought of you leaving tomorrow didn’t make him bat crazy. He remained silent, gripping his mug a little too tightly.

Either you didn’t notice or didn’t want to say anything, because you just kept talking. “It was wonderful to come. To see you, to see Felix. I’ve always loved this place… especially in autumn.”

Snap. Snap. Each tiny bit of his thread.

“It is beautiful.” He made himself say, a desperate attempt to keep himself together.

You smiled at him, and said, “Thank you for making me feel so welcomed when I’m here, Chan. I… don’t know how to tell you how much that means to me.”

He couldn’t do this.

“Ah, I almost forgot-” you dug into your bag, and pulled out something small. Chan watched as you cradled a small box in your hands. “I meant to give it to you all week but… well, honestly, I didn’t know how to do it.”

You handed it to Chan, who surveyed the creamy white container, simple and plain. And when he opened the box…

It was a picture, framed simply in black. What took Chan’s breath away was the photo- he knew exactly where it was from. Last year, you’d visited for New Years and joined him and Felix and a few other people on the roof of the cafe for a celebration. You’d counted down until the New Year, and in the spur of the moment you’d pecked his cheek- after all, tradition right? you’d said while laughing, while Chan had tried desperately not to appear as flustered as he’d been. You hadn’t made a big deal out of it, so neither had Chan; he hadn’t said anything about it since, and neither had you- but here you were, frozen together in the picture. You’d kept that? Chan barely had time to take it in before you were speaking again, words coming a mile a minute.

“… I found it, so I printed it out and all that- and I don’t know, I thought you might want it. I mean,” you laughed, and it sounded uncharacteristically nervous. “I wanted you to have it. This is kind of my… confession.”

His mind was spinning, but it was still able to latch onto that word- and suddenly he couldn’t breathe.

“Because I’m leaving again, and Chan… I just had to tell you. Isn’t that selfish? But you deserve to know that I care about you more than you might think.”

No. No, why like this?

In every scenario he’d imagined today would go, this hadn't even crossed his mind. You… and him… but you were…

He was trying to grasp words to say, anything at all but they escaped him. He was completely thrown off guard, and his heart felt like it was coming up his throat. His hands dropped to the table, too heavy now to lift. His eyes drifted from the picture frame clutched between his fingers and your hand sitting inches away.

Inches.

You were still speaking, “I kept putting off giving it to you for some reason. But it will be so busy at the train station, and I didn’t want to-”

“You could stay, you know.”

The thread had snapped, the words bursting from him before he’d even registered them- and coming out more choked than he’d intended. You met Chan’s gaze, and he could see the warring of your mind before you slowly shook your head.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, Chan. I feel crowded if I stay here too long. Like I can’t breathe right, like… like I’m trapped.”

He didn’t understand. He knew you cared for him, knew you might even share a fraction of the adoration he had for you. Why wouldn’t you even try?

“I’m not like you, Chan.” You added softly, tracing your index finger absentmindedly against your mug. Maybe to avoid looking at him. “I could never be content with a simple life. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with one, just… I would hate it. I would grow to despise this place, and I’m afraid I might begin to despise you with it.”

“I don’t believe that.” Chan whispered- mostly because he didn’t want to.

You smiled a bit at that, and looked up at him with sad, soulful eyes. “Would you be happy, then, to leave? To come along with me instead?”

He hated the way his eyes burned with the beginnings of tears. And he really hated that you both knew the answer.

“I know.” You whispered, turning away to gaze at the vibrant trees outside. Raindrops slipped from the colourful leaves and splashed into tiny puddles forming along the sidewalk. “That’s why I won’t ask it of you.” After a pause, you said. “It’s a dream, Chan, nothing more.”

“Then why do you keep coming back?”

He caught the smallest tug of your teeth on your bottom lip, before you turned back to him. “Because I liked this dream. Maybe even loved it.”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bear this anymore. The distance had used to excite him in a way, as it kept him on his toes waiting for you- but now it just hurt. He wanted you close and then closer- and then some.

“Just… think about it.” He pleaded, unable to stop himself from reaching out to take your hand. The coolness of your skin sent a rush through his body.

Surprisingly, you didn’t pull away; instead you squeezed his hand, pausing before letting it fall. “See you tomorrow.”

You stood and left the shop; Chan gripped the framed photo long after you’d disappeared from view.

…

The train came too soon.

The packed station made it difficult for Chan and Felix to push their way through. In the meantime, Chan had plenty to think about. To fret about. He played with the sleeves of his jacket. His head was spinning, and he stumbled over the feet of a few passersby.

“Chan?” Felix was watching, confusion arching his brows. “Are you alright?”

Chan shook his head in response. “Come on, we need to hurry.”

It was ten minutes until the train left when, at last, Felix spotted you over the crowd. Chan hung back, a murky gray cloud of dread hanging over his head as Felix said his goodbyes, insisting you call him and visit. Your smile, for some reason, seemed sadder today- especially when it was directed at Chan. He took a deep breath while Felix waited a distance away, and approached you.

It only took your eyes finding his own for the lump to swell in his throat and his eyes to burn as he tried to figure out what to say. Gosh, it had never been this difficult to say farewell.

“Chan-” You gently lifted Chan’s face with your left palm, making him face you. He saw you smile through the blurriness of sudden tears, biting his lip as he desperately tried to halt them. But all he could think about was how unfair this was, and how much he’d missed you. Because he always did, and it hurt more each time he said goodbye.

“Chan?”

“Hmm?” He managed, swallowing roughly. “Y/n?”

You hesitated for a moment, before taking his hand with your free one. “I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I am. I don’t know, I just… I mean, you’re just perfect…”

“Just not for you, huh?” Chan murmured, clutching your hand like a tight grip could prevent your inevitable departure. Like your grip on his heart could somehow keep you together.

This time you bowed your head, and Chan thought he saw a tiny splinter- a crack in your gaze- before you looked back at him again. “Yeah. I guess so.”

Why not?

He hugged you tightly, afraid of letting go. You had the sense to do so first.

No tearful goodbye; it never was that way with you. Just a forlorn smile and a wave of your hand through the window before you were gone.

But you would come back, Chan assured himself, because you always did. Like the cycle of the seasons, you would return to him soon enough.

But you didn’t this time. You didn’t come back.

Weeks dissolved into months, and months turned into a year. His hope slowly faded into worry and distress at your disappearance, and then a solemn acceptance. That goodbye had been your last; even more he knew it in his heart that you didn’t intend to return.

In hindsight, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it coming. And he blamed himself for it, despite Felix’s assurance that it wasn’t his fault. After all, if he hadn’t pressured you to stay, maybe you’d continue to come and go as you always had. It had been his careless advances that had chased you away, and he’d been foolish to wish for you to remain within arms reach. It would have hurt for you to never find content in staying with him- but he swore it hurt a thousand times more to think that he might never see you again.

He wondered, though, if he could have borne it. Seeing you for brief pockets of time, all while knowing you would leave him again eventually. He tried to imagine it; find a scenario where both of you could be happy and be together. But… how?

Maybe it was for the best, then. If he couldn’t make you happy, it was selfish for him to expect anything from you.

Still… he missed you.

God, he missed you.

It was over two years before he heard anything from you. A mutual friend, Jisung, had run into you in Orlando. The meetup had been quickly relayed to Chan, who jumped at any information of your well-being. And as it turned out, you were doing well. Free and tied down to nothing, you were doing what you loved- exploring the world, finding your next adventure in the great unknown.

And Chan knew that it was the right path for you- even if it hurt to admit. And even if it was hard to be happy for you when he couldn’t seem to let you go himself.

Because everywhere he went, he saw you. Saw what you were, and what you might have been. You lived in his head now that you weren’t here, and he wondered if you would always stay there as his biggest what if? Even more, he wondered if you ever thought about him too.

Chan thought of you for the umpteenth time that week as he stood in a heavy drizzle, an umbrella keeping his body dry as he waited for his bus. Evening was approaching quickly, the sky darkening at an alarming rate. Brightly coloured leaves were tossed in the wind, skittering over the wet pavement. Chan stood perfectly still, listening to the steady rhythm of the rain. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.

Eventually he let his umbrella fall back; his eyes turned to the sky before closing as the first droplets of rain fell onto his face. He inhaled deeply, the rich smell of the damp leaves making him smile- even if a little wistfully.

The rain felt a little colder this year, didn't it?

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certified-ni-ki-lover · 8 months

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Stray Kids Imagine: Bang Chan As Your Boyfriend

Word Count: 314

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Having Chan as your boyfriend means unfortunately you won’t get to see your boyfriend as much as you’d like to

He’d be working late & would be skipping meals, so you being the fantastic S/O you are would bring him takeout at his studio & force him to take a break & eat🥰

He would love having you on his lap while he’s working so he could still give you attention & cuddle with you & still get work done

He has trouble falling asleep so expect random late-night walks to convenience stores to get snacks or late-night drives just to clear his mind

He loves it when you play with his hair to help him relax after a long stressful day🥺

A few minutes of this & you’ll have an adorable Chan fast asleep on your lap🥺😭

Of course, you feel too guilty to wake him up since he barely gets any sleep so you just let him sleep there

The members will of course constantly tease him about being whipped for you🤣

& he couldn’t do anything about it cause it was true🥰

He would climb over mountains to see you smile😕

He would take you back to his home to meet his mom

& she fell in love with you just like he said she would

The entire time he would just be smiling at the two of you completely in love

His eyes literally become heart eyes when he looks at you😍

Takes many candid pics of you

Won’t delete any no matter how much you beg him to

Would claim that every pic of yours is art & doesn’t deserve to be deleted😘

Changes his wallpaper to a different pic of you every week

His camera roll is basically filled with you

This man loves you so much💗

You’re his greatest joy

Please just don’t ever break his heart😭

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chogiwow · 10 months

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the interview with the exes | bang chan

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the studio is a small white room. there are two seats in the middle of it. there’s minimal lighting in the room. the crew stands in silence, watching the interview unfold.

two people enter, flashing a knowing smile at each other and take a seat.

and so, the interview with your ex begins as the camera starts rolling.

[interviewer: hi guys, thanks for agreeing to do this interview, we’re glad to have you here. could you introduce yourselves and state your relationship?]

y/n: hi guys, i’m l/n y/n.

chan: hi, i’m bang chan!

y/n: we’re exes.

chan: [with an awkward chuckle] yeah.

[interviewer: so, how did you two meet?]

y/n: i thought he was a serial killer!

chan: [bursts out laughing] god, you should have seen your face when you tripped, i almost felt bad for you

y/n: [grumbling] shut up, you were covered up in all black, not to mention that face mask and black beanie…speaking of, do you still only wear black clothes?

chan: hey hey hey, black is easy to pull off and it’s my favourite colour!

[interviewer, interrupting]: uh…you said you thought he was a serial killer?

y/n: oh right! sorry, we get caught up in our banters sometimes…uh, used to

chan: [rubs a hand on his neck with an awkward smile]

y/n: [clearing their throat] right so…i was roommates with changbin, our mutual friend. the first time i saw him was when i was returning from a really late night shift and he was dropping by to meet changbin. honestly, you would have thought the same because he just kept walking behind me without a word. i legit thought he was going to kill me.

chan: [laughs again, slightly embarrassed] we didn’t have the best first impressions. y/n almost tripped and i reached out to catch them but they just yelled so loud…i never knew a person could screech like a banshee.

y/n: are you calling me a banshee, you walking corpse?

chan: i am not that pale!

[interviewer]: so what changed? how did you two start dating?

y/n: …

chan: …

[a mild awkward tension falls on the studio]

y/n: gosh it seems so childish now…

chan: kinda. we were playing this stupid game and the next thing we know…we were locked inside a cupboard.

y/n: we didn’t even know each other that well. we barely even saw each other on campus, but i suppose there’s perks of being changbin’s friend.

chan: ah yeah, that jerk [laughs fondly]

[camera zooms in on y/n looking at chan with a similar fond smile that mirrored his]

chan: [clearing his throat] it was at one of his parties right?

y/n: [nods]

chan: i don’t know why i kissed you, i just…at that moment, i just wanted to

y/n: [looks up at chan in surprise]

chan: [adamantly looking anywhere but at them]

y/n: i thought you said you never wished you had kissed me…

chan: ......

y/n: .....

[interviewer: what happened then?]

y/n: [shrugging] we just started dating

chan: yeah. it just sorta happened. we met up a few times after that party, i honestly expected things to be more awkward, but we were just comfortable with it all?

y/n: it wasn’t all in vain though. you were a great boyfriend, really…

chan: oh?

y/n: [looking down at their hands] yeah…and i loved spending time with you, getting to know you. i think…i think i may have even found all that stuff endearing about you at some point

chan: all ‘that’ stuff?

y/n: ….

chan: ….

y/n: ….

chan: oh

chan: oh, i see…

y/n: do you still pull all nighters at the studio?

chan: [bashfully] i-uh yeah.

y/n: …...

chan: i know i’ve never said this before but…i loved you for putting up with me back then. i don’t know how i would have gotten through everything had you not been there. i guess i’m…sorry. for everything.

y/n: as you should be. i felt even lonelier than ever with you.

chan: [looks down, ashamed]

[interviewer: so why did you two break up?]

y/n: it was a bit like puppy love turning sour…

chan: yeah…we realised that a lot of things between us weren’t…that compatible

y/n: …

chan: i…i was to blame really. i never made time for them, and i…may have been harsh with some of my words.

y/n: i don’t think i minded him prioritising his work over me. i was just upset that he didn’t love me anymore

chan: don’t say that, i always loved you!

y/n: did you?

chan: [looks flustered for a moment, then adamantly, firmly] yes. i never stopped loving you.

y/n: [stares at chan with wide eyes]

y/n: i was the one who ended it. i was…well, i don’t really remember much of what happened that entire week, except that i cried a lot and…i knew we needed to end it.

chan: still, i think we had a good one year

y/n: [nodding gently] we did.

chan: [looking at the camera in front] it was bad timing.

[camera zooms in on y/n]

y/n: i agree with that

[interviewer: i thought you said you both weren’t compatible?]

chan: [in a hurry] oh no! i mean, yes, but–

y/n: i think what he meant was that time and circumstances hadn’t been kind to us. we were both busy with uni and trying to keep up with our commitments at the same time. i suppose we both grew tired of the cancelled dates and loneliness.

chan: ye-es, exactly.

[interviewer: what did you like about each other?]

y/n: i don’t know [turns their chair to face chan] just, being with him.

chan: [blushing slightly]

y/n: everything about him, how he was always striving to do his best at whatever he did and just…

chan: [looking at them curiously]

y/n: you know...safe. he was so comfortable to be around, i felt like i could trust him with my life.

chan: [chuckling] that's intense, but i'm glad i made you feel that way.

y/n: what about you?

chan: i liked how you put up with me

y/n: seriously?

chan: that sounded bad...i meant the way you were always there for me? the way you would check up on me, and look out for me. it made me feel loved.

[camera pans on y/n’s face, a flush on their face]

[interviewer: what about the things you didn’t like?]

y/n: [promptly, but with a smile they can’t seem to hide] his god awful wardrobe, everything’s black!

chan: [acting offended] i thought you said i looked sexy in black!

y/n: hmmm, who knows, maybe i lied

chan: [playfully shoving them]

[and just like that the tension previously is lifted up]

chan: i hated their giant duck plushie and all the attention they gave it

y/n: i knew it! i knew you looked at mr. ducky weirdly. but…you bought that for me?

chan: oh god have i regretted that decision more than ever. you never cuddled me after i gave that to you, not even at night!

y/n: [opening their mouth to say something, but shut it close when they look at chan pouting playfully, a wistful smile on their own face]

y/n: [mouthing to themselves, but the camera doesn’t catch it and the mic doesn’t pick up on it]: that’s because i got used to sleeping without you.

[interviewer: would you date again if you had the chance to?]

chan: …

y/n: ….

[the camera zooms in on them looking at each other carefully.]

chan: yes

y/n: [surprised and blinking back and forth between the camera and chan]

chan: i wish i could put things right. properly apologise for everything. but that’s not why i said yes.

y/n: no?

chan: [sighing] after we ended things, i realised how much of an ass i had been. and i missed you. i-i don’t think i can ever put it in words, but i really messed up.

y/n: …

chan: so yes, i’d like to start over…if i had the chance to.

y/n: ….

[interviewer]: that’s all your time we’ll be taking up. thank you for doing this interview guys!

the crew starts packing up, leaving y/n and chan to pick up their belongings from the staff.

chan: [slowly and in a hushed tone as someone helped him remove his mic] you didn’t answer the last question.

y/n: [shrugging] i didn’t know how to answer it.

chan: i understand.

y/n: [putting their phone in their pocket] i would like to hang out with you though.

chan: [looking up to see them smiling at him] i would like that.

they walk away, voices growing fainter

chan: do you still have mr. ducky?

y/n: [stifling a laugh] yeah…

the camera catches a last glimpse of chan as he holds the door open for y/n, who doesn’t notice the wide smile on his face

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AMNESIA

„So, you’re telling me she has no idea who she is? Or who you are? For real?“ Chan nodded glumly. „She got into a car accident a couple of days ago. Luckily, she survived without greater damage, but her memory is gone.“ „All of it?“ Chan looked into the bewildered eyes of his friend. „All of it“, he replied defeated. „What are you going to do?“ „What do you mean?“ „Well, it’s not like she knows who you are anymore. All her feelings for you are gone. Did you break up?“ He choked on his beer. „Are you out of your mind? Y/N is the love of my life. I would never give her up. Even if she doesn’t remember me now, I will find a way.“ „To remember you?“ Chan nodded. He spent countless nights researching, scouting through medical reports of patients getting their memories back. The circles under his eyes were as dark as the night but he would try anything to get you back. Anything. „And if she doesn’t?“ He felt the anxiety rising in his body again. There was a chance of you never getting back all your memories. He was terrified by that. Chan gulped down the rest of his beer, wiping away the foam from his lips. „If she won’t remember me then I have to make her fall in love with me again. I have to. I just have to.“

„Sunshine, you have no idea who I am?“ A beautiful boy with blue hair looked at you with concerned eyes, devastated by the news of your memory loss. „No“, you shook your head ashamed. „I’m sorry.“ He jumped on the bed next to you taking your hand into his. „Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault, love.“ Love? Were you two in love? You felt tension in your gut, as if your body was communicating with you. „You are y/n and I am Felix and we‘re basically best friends“, he cheered at you. Ah, best friends. That tension informed you correctly, your body was in fact communicating with you. It was nice knowing that you had a best friend, one that was as caring as Felix. You started crying, overpowered by your emotions. „Felix, I feel so dumb.“ He wiped away the tears and rubbed your hand silently. He wanted to hug you and reassure you, but he was afraid of overstepping boundaries. He really wanted to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but he hesitated, not knowing if that possibility could actually ever come true. Instead, he kept rubbing your hand and sat with you in silence.

Your phone vibrated - it was a text from Binnie. Binnie. That name sounded sweet on your tongue but that was about it. You hated being like this. He sent you a selfie - a big pout was plastered on his sad face. „Working out without you is just not the same. Get better quickly, y/n. I miss you.“ You were curious about your relationship with him, so you started scouting your past conversations. Endless photos of you working out, eating well and drinking protein shakes as well as encouragements when one of you felt down were the norm. You felt sad but consoled at the same time. So, I like to work out, huh? You took a glance of your body and nodded respectfully, being happy about your athletic accomplishments. I guess I do. Your head fell back on the silky cushion. You tried remembering going to the gym but nothing came up. You could imagine what the heavy weights would feel like but that was just your imagination making things up. Not one real session came to mind. Not one. You sighed in frustration. Again.

„Yo sis, do you got any snacks in here?“ Apparently, you had a little brother, Innie, who was more concerned with eating than your well-being. „I don’t even know my name and you’re asking me about snacks?“, you huffed annoyed. „Try the second counter, maybe you’ll find some Pepero in there.“ Innies face fell flat. „What did you just say?“ He was confusing you. „Second counter, Pepero?“ Innie jumped up and down, running over to you excitedly. „Y/N, you big moron. You love Pepero!! You remembered!!“ Surprise washed over you. „I do?“ „Yes“, he nodded his head in anticipation. „You love them. Especially the green tea ones. You never share those with me.“ He paused for a second, side-eyeing you. „Maybe forget about your Pepero greed as well, if you’re already at it.“ Normally, you would have smacked him for being rude, but you were too flabbergasted to act. You remembered. A tiny thing but you remembered. Tears were staining your cheeks once more but this time they were laced with hope.

As the news of your memory loss spread, you got contacted by the most random people. People who claimed to be friends from Highschool, distant relatives you never even heard of and apparently also your ex-boyfriend. A random knock on your door woke you up from your slumber. „Hey.“ A very gorgeous guy entered your room, making you hate yourself even more for not remembering. „It’s past visiting hours.“ „Yeah, I know. But I had to come see you, y/n.“ He moved gracefully, almost like an elegant cat. „Do you really not remember me?“ There was sadness in his eyes, but you had no idea why. He placed the flowers he brought for you on your nightstand and took a seat next to your bed. „I don’t know if I should laugh or cry about the absurdity of this situation. I was your first great love, y/n. Your first everything, actually.“ Heat arose in your chest. Oh shit, he was my first everything? This dude? Damn. „I’m sorry I don’t remember you.“ „Minho“, he said sternly. „I am Minho.“ You nodded soundly. You watched him for a while, wondering why you two didn’t last. Minho read your mind, answering before you could even ask. „Because I fucked up, y/n. I prioritized myself, my work. I took you for granted and stopped putting you first. I..“ His eyes started to water. Was he always emotional like this? Minho cleared his throat before continuing. „I never told you this, but I hated myself for doing that. I hated losing you. I still do.“ Your eyes widened in shock. Did he just confess? „Minho“, you replied frantically. „I know, I know. You don’t remember a single thing.“ He looked into your eyes, not breaking eye contact. „You don’t remember our first kiss behind the bleachers, and you don’t remember all the trips we took to the sea because you love building sandcastles that much. You also don’t remember all the heated nights in which you screamed my name, and you also don’t remember me confessing my love the first time at Han river. I know.“ You felt bad. Your relationship sounded great, and it irked you losing your whole life like that. „It’s selfish of me to say but you losing your memory also means you forgot all the shitty parts of our story, too. That’s actually a relief“, he concluded. Minho got up to leave but you grabbed his hand, pleading him to stay. „I’d like to know.“

„Damn, you lost all your memories? That’s wild.“ You got visited by your mother and cousin - apparently. „Sweetie, did you remember anything at all?“ Her question irked you, making you feel like an even bigger loser. You tried conjuring up memories, you tried sniffing familiar scents, you even tried praying to God but apparently you were on your own on this one. „I don’t get it. How do you lose all your memories?“ „Han“, your mother‘s pressing tone warned him to stop. „No, I mean, where do they even go?“ You hated his guts in this moment, but he made you think, actually think. Where did my memories go? Who am I without them? Am I still me?

„Hey, are you up?“ You got a text from someone you had saved as Dickhead Kim. You chuckled to yourself. I got humor, well done past y/n. „Yeah.“ „I had no intentions on texting you but my friends talked me into it.“ Ah, I’m starting to see why I saved him like that. „What do you want then?“ „Right. Since you have no idea who I am, I should introduce myself first. I am Kim Seungmin, your hated rival at work. You and I don’t get along, we kinda hate each other.“ Blurry images of an office and bitter coffee flashed your mind. „We always compete against each other and I am better than you, obviously.“ You rolled your eyes. The audacity of this dude. „However, since you’re away there is no one for me to compete against so I’d like for you to come back quickly. Get well soon, y/n.“ Weirdly enough, you found that kind of charming. „I’m gonna kick your ass in no time, dickhead Kim. Thanks.“

„You really want me to spill the tea? Should you not rest or something?“ Your nurse had just started his career and his dramatic antics were the highlight of your hospital stay. „Hyunjin, please. Entertain me.“ He closed the door and sat on the bed with you, braiding your hair while sharing the latest gossip. After a while you stopped listening and observed him instead. He was extremely beautiful, an ethereal level of beauty you had never seen before. Right from the beginning you wondered why he was a nurse and not a model. His brown eyes turned into little crescents as he smiled widely, explaining that he wanted to have a positive impact on people’s lives and hence he chose to help others heal as best as he could. You liked that about him. You also liked his many stories of living life to the fullest, an immediate result of him being confronted with death way too often. „… and then he asked to see me again but unfortunately, I’m not into toxic dick, so I was like NEXT. Hey, y/n, are you listening?“ You sensed his offended tone immediately. „Sorry Hyunjin, I just..“ Tears started flowing again and you looked away ashamed. „Hey, don’t hide from me. What was it? Something I said?“ You shook your head. „I don’t want to be like this anymore. I want to remember my life, I want to know who I am. Do I work a job that is as fulfilling as yours? Do I date a lot like you do? Am I into toxic dick? I don’t know who I am anymore and it frightens the shit out of me.“ Hyunjin hugged you, patting your back as you let it all out. „I’m not going to pretend to know what it’s like to be in your shoes now. Your memories may come back, or they may be lost forever. That’s not in your control right now. However...“ He got up and took your hand, ushering you to come out with him. „We can always make new memories, can’t we?“

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jisunghannie · 5 months

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Healthy and Happy

PAIRING: Bangchan x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Told from mainly Chan's point of view, memory lost (amnesia), angst to fluff, Chan calling reader jagi/jagiya

SUMMARY: You and Chan were trying to get to the car but you guys ended up getting into a bad accident. He recovered quickly but you, you were still in a coma. One day you woke up but not everything was the same.

WORD COUNT: 1,753

A/N:

.°•○>><<○•°. = POV switch

.°• ✿ •°. = Flashback/Present time

`○°.• ✿ •.°○` = Timeskip

-ssi is used to describe someone older (Maknaes, Changbin, and Hyunjin use this to address you!)

-ah is used to describe someone younger (Lee Know uses this to address you!)

unnie is older sister in Korean for females (You use this to address your sister!)

This is a little shorter than my usual posts but hopefully this was good for a happy ending!

As Chan cried and prayed for you to come back. Your sister laid asleep holding your hand. Chan felt so weak knowing he couldn't do anything. But he wanted to do something, anything if it meant-

Bzz, brr, bzzt

His phone was ringing. He looked at his phone, realizing it was from Jisung. He picked up. "Yes Han?" He asked. "Hey Chan, we need you here to revise the lyrics of a song for the album. I know you're busy-" He was cut off by Chan, "No, no! I can come." He said as Han sighed and quickly thanked him as he ended the call.

Chan looked at you, sleeping, he then kissed your hand as he left.

When he got to JYP Entertainment he saw his members all reading out the lyrics and he walked over to help them out.

He then came to see you less and less as work became busier and busier. He was stressed but he didn't know what else to do. He felt so hopeless for the past 2 weeks.

As he was practicing a new choreo with his members, he got a call. From the hospital. He picked it up immediately. "Hello?" He asked as they had a monotonous tone, "Hello. Is this Bang Christopher Chan?" They asked, "Yes, this is he." He replied back as they sighed a sigh of relief. "We have amazing news for you, l/n y/n has woken up from her coma." They said as he felt his world light up. He began to tear up and sobbed. "Okay.. I'm coming now.." He said, his voice breaking as he hung up. His members looked confused. When he dropped to the floor and cried they all ran over to comfort him.

"Y/n is up..." He said as everyone made a surprised noise and then cheered as Chan sighed. Feeling his chest become lighter. Minho stood up helping Chan up, "Shall we go see her?" He asked as Chan took his hand, "See her, we shall." He said as everyone laughed at their corny ask and answer.

The whole group walked into the hospital, in the room as they saw you talking to your sister. Your sister looked so sad. Even more sad than when you were in a coma.

"What's wrong Sooyun-ah?" Chan asked as you turned to look at Chan. "You have a handsome boyfriend unnie." You said as your sister shook her head. "That's your boyfriend, Chan!" She told you as Chan looked at you confused. "Please, he's so not my type." You told her as he had a sense of deja vu in high school.

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"Who him? Please, he's so not my type." You said as you giggled.

It was the same giggle that Chan had fallen in love with.

.°• ✿ •°.

"Don't tell me..." Chan said as Sooyun nodded. He took a deep breath. The weight that previously lifted had returned as he left the hospital room. His members, following after him.

He didn't understand. After you woke up, you had amnesia? Why, though? Why and how did you get amnesia? He was hurt that he grabbed onto the wall. He sobbed and cried silently as his members helped him stand up straight.

"It's okay Chan.." Hyunjin said as Chan shook his head. "I don't want to believe it... I don't want to accept that she has amnesia." He choked on his words as Changbin hugged him. "It's okay... the bond you guys have is strong, she'll turn around. Trust me." He told Chan as Chan cried and hugged Changbin even tighter.

The next day he came to visit with your favorite flowers.

"These are my favorites. How did you know? Did Sooyun tell you?" You asked as he shook his head, "I'm not Sooyun's boyfriend." He told you. You reached out and cupped his face, "Your eyes look so puffy, sit down, why do look so sad mister?" You asked as Chan sat. 'If only you knew the reason...' Chan thought, "It's nothing, really." He told you, but you didn't believe him. However, not wanting to stress him out you pretended to. "Okay then, what's your name mister? You look familiar." You said as he chuckled, "I'm a senior at your school, well, at our old high school." He said as you nodded, "I still need a name." You prodded as he chuckled again, "Bang Christopher Chan, but you can call me Chan or Channie." He told you as you smiled, "Channie it is." You said as he smiled. Your smile always cheered him up. No matter how bad his day was.

Over time, you were able to be discharged. Chan took you to your shared home. It was clean, and he made sure to take down and put away any pictures of you two together as he was warned that any quick reminders of the memories you had lost could send you into shock.

"Your house is nice." You told him as he smiled. "Thank you." He told you as he sat down on the couch. You sat next to him as he turned on the tv to watch your favorite show. "I don't get it Channie, are you a stalker? You know everything about me." You said, as he let out a laugh. "No, just, had a feeling." He said as you blushed. "I see..." You replied, playing with your hair.

It was one of your bashful habits that Chan had picked up on in high school that followed you up to adulthood. He smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "You look so pretty with the sun hitting your face like this." He complimented as you pushed his face away. "Stop ogling me!" You shouted shyly as he laughed.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

It had been 7 months and he noticed you were slowly regaining your memories. Enough to remember that he was an idol, all the members names, and even why you were in a coma. But not that you two were dating. He didn't want to pressure you so he was willing to be on this painfully long journey with you. Every step of the way.

"Channie! I swear! If you keep looking at me with those eyes I'm going to pluck them out!" She shouted bashfully as he chuckled. "Sorry jagi." He slipped out as he covered his mouth. You looked at him embarrassed and chased him. "Channie you little!" You said your face red as Chan laughed and ran away from you.

The memories you two had made were precious to him. While you thought that it was only 7 months of your life that you had known Chan, Chan knew that it was truly almost 10 years. He was happy to know that he still gets to be with you.

One day, when you guys had gone out, you saw a kid that had gotten lost, and Chan ran over to him and offered to play with him. He smiled and nodded his head, and with that, Chan picked him up and spun him around. Once his parents saw Chan playing with him, he went with his parents as he walked back around the park with you.

"Reminds me of when you had played with that little girl and she found you scary so she ran to me." You told him as Chan looked at you confused. "The last time I played with a kid in the park was in highschool." Chan told you.

.°• ✿ •°.

"Awh, you lost your mommy? I can help you find her or we can play a game and wait until she comes back." Chan told her as she screamed and ran behind you. "You're scary mister..!" She shouted as you bursted out laughing as Chan looked dejected. "He looks scary but he's not that bad!" You told her as her mother came to grab her as she thanked you both.

After he took your hand and held it. "One day, after high school, I'll marry you and we'll have a little one running around too." Chan told you as you pushed his face away. "Oh please, that's the last thing I want." You told him as he squeezed your hand lightly. "Sure, one day you'll be begging me to marry you. You'll say, 'Chan, it's been more than 8 years since you promised me you'll marry me.'" He teased as you pushed his face away. "Be quiet you cheeky boy!" You told him as he smiled.

.°• ✿ •°.

"Y/nnie, you okay?" He asked as you noticed that you had one of your hands holding his arm and the other holding your head. Your head was pounding. "It's fine, I'm fine, just remembered something. That's all. Something about a wedding promise..." You told him briefly as he looked sad. You felt bad for making him look so concerned and worried that you held his hands. "I'm okay, really Channie..." You reassured him as he smiled, "Okay..." He said squeezing your hand lightly. The squeeze brings a sort of comfort to you.

"You always look so sad Channie... why is that?" You asked him as he sighed, "You'll find out along the way." He told you as you nodded.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

It had been 5 years. You guys started dating in your second year of getting to know each other. He wished for the memories to come back so he could just hold you close and kiss you with all the memories behind you guys.

When he came home he saw you crying on the floor. "Jagiya..!" He said dropping his bags and running over to you as you hugging a picture frame. In front of you was a box, the same box that-

"I remember Channie.." You said as he looked at you confused. "Remember what..?" He asked, holding your hands as the photo frame revealed, a photo of you guys together during your graduation.

"I remember everything..." You told him as you hugged him. "Thank you for not giving up on me..." You told him through your sobs and cries as he smiled, happy tears rolling down his face. "Oh jagi..." He said, kissing your tears away. You giggled and hugged him again.

"I would've waited until the next lifetime to find you again. I only want you to be my soulmate. No matter how different you look, behave, or treat me, I wouldn't want anyone but you jagiya..." Chan said as you smiled and hugged him, knowing that he really has been through your side for everything.

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linos-luna · 10 months

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Naptime ☁️

Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of anemia, but mostly cuddles and kisses

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Having anemia often left you feeling tired and weak. Some days were worse than others. You keep a fairly consistent schedule of talking iron supplements and napping at least once a day. Most people say taking a nap will disrupt your sleep at night but not for you. You could fall asleep anywhere really.

Unfortunately, you often felt like a burden to your boyfriend. He was often worried but he does like taking care you. Actually, he loves taking care of you…

~~~~~~~~

After going out earlier, you were sitting on the couch while the tv played in the background. It was almost 4pm and you were l exhausted.

Chan was talking to you about something as he looked through the kitchen. You were too tired to make out what he was talking about. You closed your eyes for a bit and rubbed them, forgetting about your mascara.

“Hey, are you listening?”

“Oh!” You were startled. Here he was, right in front of you. You wondered how he came from the kitchen so fast. “S-sorry!”

“Are you sleepy, babygirl?”

“A little… but… but it’s okay!” You said while looking down. “I took a nap in the car…”

“Yeah, you did… but I think you need another one.” Chan said with a smile. He took your hands, remembering how cold they were and rubbed them a bit to give warmth.

“You took your pills this morning right?” He asked with light concern in this voice.

“Yeah…”

“And ate all your breakfast?”

You nodded while rubbing your forehead.

“Hm…” Chan slowly pulled you up and led you to the bedroom. He fed you lunch as well so he wondered if this was just one of your bad days.

“Channie… i don’t need a nap…” you yawned as he laid you down on the bed.

“Mmhm… sure.” He said with a chuckle while laying down next to you. “You’re so funny.”

Your boyfriend was like a heat radiator and you loved it. You were always cold so leaning into him always felt amazing.

Chan gently kissed your lips and pulled you close. Soon your head was nuzzled in his neck as he rubbed your side. His warmth and touch was just making you sleepier and your eyelids were getting pretty heavy.

Your boyfriend hummed while cuddling. He knew you were falling asleep and he loved warming you up.

“I thought you weren’t tired, babygirl?” He teased.

“Mmm…” you groaned.

Your eyes were closed and you were basically half asleep. You were too tired to move or respond and Chan knew that.

Once asleep, chan grabbed a blanket and placed it on you. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and laid on his side to admire you.

He tapped the tip of your nose, feeling how cold it was and took one of your hands. It was still cold and he could see how it was lighter compared to the rest of your skin.

Of course this concerned him but he knew you weren’t sick. He’ll definitely have to make some iron rich foods for dinner. Something with beef and dark leafy greens. At least enough to give you more energy for the rest of the day.

Your boyfriend attempted to leave when you whined at the loss of your heat source.

“Channie…” You whined. Sure you were asleep but you were also subconsciously reaching your hand out for him.

Chan thought you were so adorable and went back to holding you.

“Don’t worry, babygirl. I’m right here.”

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I’m anemic so I guess this was more self indulgent 😅

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ilovehimyourhonour · 9 months

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[ 1 new voicemail ] from chan

📞 bang chan x sick! reader

are you sleeping? is that why you aren’t answering my text? baby, your roommate called—why didn’t you tell me you were so sick? you told me it was just a cold. im not mad at you, im just a little hurt you didn’t tell me. were almost done in the studio and im gonna come take care of you, okay? i’ll bring you some soup and meds and i’ll wrap you in my arms and sing your favourite songs while you fall asleep. if you listen to this before I get there, i love you. I love you so so so so so much sweetheart. minho’s laughing at me…

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minminyoonjii · 10 months

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Hiii, I really enjoy reading Mini Log and your stray kids scenarios, they're always so comforting and cute to read.

If it's possible, could you make a mini log about reader getting sick, but reader doesn't want to admit it so Felix and Chan have to warn her (tbh I'm kinda confused how to say it, but I hope you get it)

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This came out more angsty than predicted. This is just another warning, your feelings are valid and not over-exaggerated. I personally think it's a bit heavy for littles to read so read with caution. With that cleared, I hope you enjoy reading.

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.7K

A groan escaped your lips, you sat up looking for your phone. You gulped, wincing at your swallow "Gosh," you rasped, pressing the back of your palm against your neck. "I need a shower," you whispered, swinging your legs over the bed, standing up. "Oh fuck," you croaked, instantly feeling dizzy. You looked at your plush, and it stared back at you "Don't look at me like that. I'm fine," you said, running your fingers through your hair. The way to the bathroom looked wobbly, but you made it there, washed up, and changed into a fresh pair of hoodie and shorts.

You held onto the railing, walking down each step carefully. "Morning, sweetheart," Felix said, plating up pancakes. "Morning, Lix," you replied, taking a seat at the kitchen aisle. Felix smiled, "I made pancakes, do you want fruit or syrup?" he asked, setting them on the aisle. You giggled, "Both please," you said, looking at Felix. He chuckled, "Fruits and syrup, coming right up," he said, decorating your pancakes. You watched in awe, always in love with the way Felix cooks. "For you. my princess," he said, bowing slightly. "Thank you, kind sir," you replied, taking the pancakes from him.

Felix ruffled your hair, "Eat up, I still have batter if you want more," he said, kissing your temple. Your vision got blurry at the slight jostle before it came back again "I will," you said, taking a bit of your pancakes. Felix smiled, cleaning up the utensils he used earlier. You hummed, finishing your breakfast. "I'm heading up to change, okay?" he said, cupping your cheeks together. You laughed, "I'll be fine, Lixxie," you said, staring up at him. Felix placed a light peck on your lips, "I know, sweet girl," he said, giving you an eskimo kiss. You rolled your eyes playfully, watching as he walked up before standing.

"Really," you groaned, your knees wobbling as you stood. "Sweetheart, Chris is coming home early tonight," Felix shouted from upstairs. "Alright," you shouted back, holding the edge of the counter as you walked to the sink. You took in a deep breath, melting into the warmth of your hoodie. Chills ran up your legs, and goosebumps coated your skin. "Not now," you whined lowly, looking for tissues. You found some, blowing your nose into them. Your vision turned dark for a bit, "Please don't have a fit," you whispered under your breath.

Minutes went by and you were in the clear. A breath of relief slipt past your lips "Let's check on work," you mumbled, walking towards your desk. You turned on your laptop, scrolling through your emails then your saved documents. You went through what was urgent, then opened up your passion work. You did a few edits, run-throughs, and proofreads. Felix walked around the house, smiling as you zoned into your work. An hour or two flashed by before you even realized. You stretched, bladder aching for you to go "Maybe it's time for a break," you mumbled, standing up.

Blood rushed from your torso to your legs, and your eyes widened, instantly holding onto the desk for support. "Sweet girl, are you alright?" Felix asked, causing you to flinch. You turned to look at him, "Yeah. Yeah, just been sitting too long," you explained, brushing off his worry. Felix hummed, "Stand up every now and then, hm?" he said, watching you intently. "I will," you replied, walking away to the bathroom. You entered the bathroom, letting out a deep sigh "Pull yourself together," you whispered, sitting on the toilet.

You washed your hands and face, feeling more refreshed but the cold breeze triggered a sneezing fit. Your face heated up, and you puffed out warm air to catch your breath, You tried clearing your nose but it kept getting stuffy. Goosebumps covered every inch of your skin once again. You sighed, looking at your reflection in the mirror "How do I hide this," you whispered, washing your face once more. Felix knocked on your door, "Is everything okay in there?" he asked, resting his hand on the doorknob. You cleared your throat, "Ahm, I'm fine," you said, holding back a whimper as you held your head.

Felix pursed his lips on the other side of the door, "Chris is coming back, give or take thirty minutes," he said, stepping back from the door. You took a deep breath, opening the door "Okay. He's having dinner with us then?" you asked, tilting your head. Felix nodded, "I ordered take out so they should be here any time now," replied, stroking your cheek. You leaned into his palm, kissing it slowly "What are you doing, hm?" you asked, looking at him. Felix chuckled, gently grazing the back of his hand against your neck "Just wanted to hold you, sweetheart. I didn't get my daily hug yet, so I'm feeling deprived," he teased, booping your nose.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Is this good enough?" you asked, hugging him close. Felix confirmed his suspicion, "Yes, thank you," he said, stroking your hair. You released your hold, "I'm going to edit on a few things, tap me on the shoulder when Chris gets here," you said, walking back to your desk. "Alright," Felix said, smiling slightly. He clicked on Chan's chat, typing out a short pharmacy list for him to pick up "That should be enough," he mumbled, watching as you worked. Chan walked into the house, feeling an odd sense of tension.

He wrapped his arms around Felix's waist, pulling him close to his chest "What's wrong, love?" he asked, holding Felix's hand. "She's sick. I know she is but she's keeping it from me," he said, pressing his back further into Chan's hold. "Did you confront her?" he asked, kissing his lover's cheek. Felix frowned, "I just, I couldn't. God, I'm too much of a coward to do so," he mumbled, covering his eyes. Chan frowned, "Let's talk to her, yeah? We can ask her together," he reassured, walking towards your zoned-in figure. He gently rubbed your neck, causing you to flinch "Shh, you're alright. It's just me," he said, trailing down to rub your shoulders.

You sighed, turning off your laptop "Is dinner here?" you asked, looking up at him. Chan nodded, "Yeah, it's on the table," he said, walking towards the dining table when a sudden "Oh fuck," made him turn back. You held your head, vision spotting black from the lack of rest, water and added stress. Chan wrapped his arms around you, "Shit, baby can you hear me?" he asked, laying you down gently on his lap. You blinked for a bit, "Yeah, I can," you said, slowly sitting up. Felix took a deep breath, "Why didn't you tell someone that you were sick?" he asked, rubbing your legs.

You furrowed your eyebrows, standing up wobbly, "I wasn't. This is fine, it's normal," you said, stepping back from the confrontation. "I'm pretty sure, getting lightheaded from standing up isn't normal," Chan said, stepping forward. "Or the sneezing fit and fever you've been having," he added, raising an eyebrow. Your breath hitched, picking up in pace. "Breathe, sweetheart. We're not mad," Felix said, opening his hands to hug you but you flinched. Everything piled on and it wasn't a surprise when you slipped. Wails and sobs immediately started pouring from your lips.

Chan tried to get closer but you curled up, holding your head "Not sick. Promise not sick. I'm a good girl, I'm not sick. I'm sorry, not sick," you babbled, rocking yourself. Their hearts broke, Chan squat down to your height, speaking gently "Why are you saying you're not sick, baby?" he asked but his voice was barely a whisper. You hiccuped, fat tears streaming down your cheeks "Sick bad, Sick too much money," you sniffled, digging your nails into your palm. Chan gently took your hands, "Who told you that?" he asked, gesturing for Felix to hold your other hand. You whimpered, "Mama and Dada," you cried, unintentionally clawing into their palms.

Felix frowned, stroking your palm "Is that why big you doesn't tell anyone if she's sick?" he asked, slowly reaching out to rub your back. You nodded, sobbing harder "No tell unless pain bad," you sputtered, burying your face between your knees. Chan rubbed your legs "To that extend?" he asked, kissing your fingers. You nodded once more "Tis normal, not sick, promise," you whimpered, lips wobbling. Chan stroked your cheek, "Can we hold you, sweet girl?" he asked, wrapping his other arms around Felix's back. You sniffled, crawling into their laps "I need you to listen to what I'm about to say, okay?" he whispered, rubbing your arms.

You laid your cheek on his chest, legs resting across Felix's lap "When you're sick, we want you to come to us. Not only when you're sick, you can come to us whenever, yeah?" he whispered, kissing your tears away. You gripped the hem of Chan's shirt "Daddy, no mad?" you asked, fidgeting with his buttons. Chan shook his head, "Never. Even if Daddy was, Daddy will never raise his voice at you, hm," he said, kissing your nose. "I love you both so so much," he asked pulling Felix closer. "I can't imagine any one of you in any distress or pain. If I could I would take your pain away," he said, holding Felix on his other thigh.

Felix stroked your cheek, "Sweetheart we adore you. You're our little, our precious girl. We would do anything to see you happy. Just the thought of you withholding your pain, hurts us more than you know," he said, voice cracking the more his spoke. You whimpered, "Mommy no sad. Don't want mommy sad," you cried, letting Felix hold you tight. Chan held you both firmly in his arms "Aigo, my sweet babies. We all have some things we need to talk about, hm?" he whispered, rocking the both of you. Soon the soft sniffles turned into gentle snores.

Chan sighed, his heart ached at the things you said "I'll protect you, I'll always protect you," he mumbled, kissing the top of your heads. "Rest my little loves, you'll be safe as long as I live," he smiled softly, basking in the comfort.

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