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isengrimmr · 3 years
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minserenity · 4 years
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Impossible Possibilities
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Pairings: reader x idol!Chan (featuring the rest of Stray Kids)
Genre: fluff, humour, a little bit of angst later on
Synopsis: You have always been the kind of girl who follows rules and behaves according to them, always being a good daughter and a model student, helping others as much as possible and trying your best to make everyone around you happy. But what happens when a single rule gets in the way of your own happiness? Will you still follow it?
 Warnings: none
Chapter 7: Do You Know Stray Kids?
“Do you know Stray Kids?”
The question catches you off guard. What are you supposed to say? That yes, you are well aware of their existence but you only found out a few days ago so you actually - and with much shame - have no idea what kind of artists they are, yet you basically are so close to falling for one of them, but you are not supposed to because of your job? Is he even supposed to introduce himself so carelessly to anyone? Shouldn’t he be keeping a low profile since he’s an idol? Your thoughts are running wild.
You clear your throat, “to be honest no, sorry,” you lie, drops of cold sweat forming on your forehead, “but I’d like to listen to some songs, it will be the first thing I will do once I get home.”
You can see a slight expression of disappointment forming on his face.
“Oh I see… Well you have to listen to our songs, we’re pretty good!”
You can’t help but chuckle at the young boy’s confidence.
“Do you work here?” he asks.
“I work around here, yeah, I just moved a month ago.”
“That’s cool! Have you visited Lotte World yet?”
“Yes! I had a lot of fun.”
“I have been so busy I haven’t been able to go there for a long time… I miss it,” he says with a wistful look in his eyes.
Your bus arrives right on time and you reluctantly have to leave your new acquaintance behind. Despite that little moment of panic, talking to him was very refreshing. You truly needed that.
***
Coming back home, you throw yourself on the couch exhausted from the day. Taking your phone out of your back pocket, you start searching for Stray Kids songs on YouTube. You click on the first music video that pops up: God’s Menu. Looks like it’s a new one.
A few second in, you already spot him, a familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach. He looks so good even with makeup on… So stunning. And his voice… Maybe this was a mistake, maybe you should have stayed in the dark. It would have been easier. Shaking your head, you keep on watching the video and notice a boy you haven’t met yet and someone you believe it’s Jeongin, even though he looks nothing like the cute boy you met earlier.
You spend 20 whole minutes latched on to the screen bewitched by the eight boys’ captivating dance moves, heavenly vocals and powerful raps. Jeongin was right, they really are pretty good.
Your stomach growls begging to be fed, as it has been empty since lunch. Annoyed, you decide for your sanity to just stop what you are doing and take a shower. You’re gonna think about food later.
Coming out from your rejuvenating shower, you are greeted by an overwhelming garlic smell and your roommate fumbling with pans and spatulas.
“Hey Iz, I didn’t hear you get back. What are you making?” you ask, noticing how much effort she is putting in her recipe.
“Garlic butter chicken.” That explains the stench.
“Where did you see that? The smell by the way… I’m sure vampires would never dare coming nowhere near this house.”
“You don’t appreciate gourmet cuisine, it’s a delicacy,” she answers, sprinkling the chicken with what you believe is parsley.
“I’m sure it is, you just didn’t have to put in the whole garlic bulb!”
“Stop criticizing everything I cook! I do my best!”
“And I know that, but annoying you it’s just too funny,” you giggle, hugging her from behind. Since you’re not sure you can handle those chicken breasts from hell, you decide to quickly make some rice. After setting up the table and sitting down, you start telling your friend about your crappy day and how you managed to make everyone uneasy.
“I’m sure you’re making a bigger deal out of this than it really is.” Izzy tries to reassure you, but with poor results.
“I’m telling you, that was so pathetic.”
“I don’t believe they think you know anyway.”
“But I met Jeongin! He told me!” you point out.
“Okay but he doesn’t know you work for the company, let alone that you know Chris.” “It’s only a matter of time before he finds out.”
“Well, he better find out soon then,” Izzy leans forward to fill her glass with water.
“What? No! Do you want me to panic to death?”
“Listen Y/N, I think you should just keep on doing what you always do, I’m sure he’ll tell you when he’s ready. You’ll be like ‘oh, I actually figured it out before’ and you’ll all laugh about this, so don’t stress too much okay?”
“Easy to say… what if he thinks I played him all this time?” you ponder.
“You’re being totally unreasonable right now and you just met this guy a few days ago! It’s not like you’re gonna marry him.”
You can’t deny it, she actually has a point and it makes so much sense too. To shut you up and shake you from your thoughts, Izzy feeds you a mouthful of her self-proclaimed gourmet dish, making you gag almost immediately. Once you finish the last desperate spoon of rice, trying to erase that atrocious taste from your mouth, you head to your bedroom and get ready to go to sleep.
***
Saying that your night was restless is putting it mildly. Blame it on the garlic that tormented your stomach, or on you mulling over the past day’s events, you couldn’t sleep a wink and you know oh-so-well that a single cup of coffee is not going to solve anything. Every single thing about you speaks I’m tired and sleep deprived, from the dark circles you miserably failed to cover, to your mismatched socks. But some people wear mismatched socks on purpose, so it shouldn’t be that much of a deal, right?
As soon as you finish gulping the third cup of coffee of the day, you open the break room door to go back to work and bump into a sturdy figure. Looking up to apologize, you get startled.
“We always bump into each other in this room, it must be destiny,” Chris says, your heart skipping a beat.
“I don’t think it’s destiny… Are you following me, sir?” you say jokingly.
“I was really hoping to see you. You run off so fast yesterday, you didn’t even give me the time to say goodbye properly,” he frowns, tilting his head, “are you trying to avoid me?”
“I am not… I was busy… Sorry for running away like that.”
“It’s okay, I was just joking…” he lets out an awkward laugh.
You feel guilty about the way you’ve acted in the past few ways, you feel this pressing need to do something in return for his patience and kindness.
“Are you busy today? you finally ask and suggest to go somewhere since you owe him a sandwich anyway. Chris seems a little uncertain, but accepts as long as he gets to choose the place.
He takes you to a small convenience store where you’re welcomed by a lovely old lady. Despite the store being rather cramped, the atmosphere feels cozy and familiar. On the way here, Chris has been going on and on about how delicious here ramen is, setting your expectations quite high. He escorts you to the back of the store where a small veranda is located, then he goes back inside to prepare the ramen.
Your eyes wander around: old-fashioned chairs, chipped tiles, a rusty railing… This place is a bit dated, but totally your style. It’s like a little gem unaffected by time.
“For you, m’lady,” Chris says, placing a cup of ramen in front of you with a dramatic bow.
“I’m much obliged, my lord,” you say, bringing your right hand to your chest.
Chris sits down and starts mixing his noodles. “You look quite tired today,” he observes concerned.
“You’re like the twentieth person I’ve heard that from,” you answer, copying his action.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“No, it’s okay, I just haven’t slept much.”
“Yeah, I know how it feels,” he says, bringing his cup close to his mouth.
“This ramen is delicious, by the way,” you comment, swallowing another bite, “I’ve never tasted anything like this.”
Chris smiles proudly. “I know this place is not really appropriate for a date,” he mutters, now looking more serious, “but it’s quite and I like coming here.”
You understand what he’s hinting at: nobody would probably ever come to this place, so it’s safe for him to stop here and bring you too.
“This was so not a date,” you argue, trying to keep things light, “I said I owed you a sandwich and we got ramen, so it’s on me.”
“I can’t let you pay,” he complains.
“Why not? Because I’m a girl?” you notice him visibly struggling at your question, “It’s fine Chris, let me pay just this once, I feel bad for running off like that yesterday.”
“Fine,” he gives in, “but I owe you a real date.”
“Are you keeping count?”
“Absolutely.”
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