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savventeen · 2 years

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Hey :)) I love that promt list.Can I request things you said at wedding with coups

our ending is made for each other

"Choi Seungcheol,” you start lowly, a dangerous edge to your tone, “you had better not be proposing to me right now, at our best friend's wedding."

pairing: choi seungcheol x gn!reader rating: T wc: 1.1k warnings: alcohol (reader gets drunk), lots of cussing (reader has a potty mouth oops) tags: fluff, just pure ooey-gooey fluff, humor, established relationship, talks about proposing/marriage, reader is an angry drunk and it's adorable summary: while at their best friend's wedding, seungcheol brings up the fact that he wants to marry reader someday. reader proceeds to have a little bit of a breakdown (the mostly good kind) a/n: hihi thank you so much for the request! i'm not 100% satisfied with this, but i still had a blast writing it and i hope you enjoy reading it :) title from svt's 'happy ending' || prompt from this list

You don't process what he says at first.

The wedding reception is well underway, cheesy romantic pop music blasting through the speakers as different groups of people let loose on the dance floor. You've also had a little more to drink than usual, already tipsy and steadily heading towards drunk, so when Seungcheol murmurs something from where he's next to you, it's no surprise that it takes your brain a while to catch up.

And then you think you must have heard him wrong. You turn in your seat and ask, "What?"

Ethereal is the first word that comes to mind when you look at him. His suit jacket hangs abandoned on the back of his chair, and he's rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, showing off his strong forearms. His long hair is pulled into the half-up style that you love, and the colored lights dancing across his face remind you of the stained glass windows you grew up around — like he's something almost holy.

You're brought out of your momentary reverie when he turns to look at you, surprised, like he didn't realize he'd spoken aloud. "Huh?"

You elaborate, "What'd you just say?"

"Oh." He looks back over to where he'd been staring before, and you follow his gaze to where the bride and groom are seated, falling into each other as they laugh about something. When you turn back to Seungcheol, he's already looking at you, a soft smile on his face. "I said, 'That's gonna be us someday.'"

Quite suddenly, you don't think you're sober enough for this, for the way an earnest kind of yearning bleeds out of his big doe eyes — especially when he pulls your hand off of the table to hold it gently between his own and promises, "I'm gonna marry the hell out of you someday, y/n."

You think your heart might have migrated into your throat, and it feels like the rest of your organs have decided to play a spontaneous round of musical chairs.

Of course you've thought about what your future together looks like, of course you have, especially after years of being together. You've spent more time than you'd like to admit daydreaming about what it would be like to go from calling Seungcheol your boyfriend to calling him your fiance and then your husband. And more than once, the two of you have talked about and reaffirmed that you're both in it for the long haul, but…

"Choi Seungcheol," you start lowly, a dangerous edge to your tone, "you had better not be proposing to me right now at our best friend's wedding."

His eyes blow impossibly wide in shock, and you would laugh at his expression if your heart wasn't trying its damndest to suddenly become an Olympic gymnast.

"No, oh my god, no," he assures, squeezing your hand. "He would actually murder me if I did."

You raise your eyebrows, confirming, "No?"

He smiles, sheepish. "No." His expression smooths into something soft and contemplative, and he doesn't let go of your hand as he scoots closer to you, knees touching.

"No, I was just..." he trails off as he searches for words, and you get distracted by the way he starts playing with your hand. It's an endearing habit he has whenever you're together — using whatever part of you he can reach as a fidget toy while he's thinking.

Finally, he asks, "You know how sometimes something doesn't feel real until you say it out loud?"

"Yeah?"

He trails a callused fingertip down your fourth finger, stopping where it meets your palm. "I realized I wanted it to be real." You look into his eyes, and he's looking back at you with a hopeful kind of longing, one that steals the breath right out of your lungs. "That I want it — a future of forever, with you — to be real."

For a moment, you feel suspended in time. The lights continue to paint Seungcheol in a kaleidoscopic chiaroscuro, the music and laughter a faint mumble in the background. You know you love him — have loved him for a long time now — but in this moment, you feel so full of that love that you think your chest might explode like an overinflated balloon.

And since you can't actually explode, your inebriated body does the next best thing. Angry tears start burning in the corner of your eyes, and you feel one of them drip down your cheek as you say, "Fuck you, Cheolie. I'm so mad at you right now."

Seungcheol's jaw drops. "What?"

You use the hand not currently being held to angrily scrub at the tears continuing to fall. "I bet Seungkwan that I wouldn't cry at the wedding, and now I'm about to be out fifty bucks, and it's all your fault."

He laughs, incredulous and confused, and he uses one hand to start gently wiping your cheeks with a napkin. "I— I'm sorry?"

"You should be! You can't spring something so disgustingly romantic on me when I'm drunk and already in a state of heightened emotions!" You send him a particularly scathing glare over the hand he leaves pressed against your cheek. "Especially when I'm realizing how utterly and irrevocably in love with you I am! Fuck you!"

He starts giggling, and it's one of the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard, and it only serves to make you even angrier. With the tone of a man who's absolutely besotted, he says, "I always forget you're such a belligerent drunk."

"Fuck you! I hate you!" He brings his other hand up so that he's gently cradling your face, and his expression is so full of love and adoration that you can't help but pout petulantly at him. "I hate your stupid handsome face and your stupid big heart and your stupid big muscly body full of affection and love and wonderfulness and, like, rainbows or some shit. Space dust. Stardust? Magical star shit. You're full of metaphorical magical star shit, and you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I hate how much I fucking love everything about you, fuck you so much, Choi Seungcheol, god—"

Your tirade cuts off when Seungcheol presses his mouth to yours in what's supposed to be a kiss, but he's smiling too hard for it to really count. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, too, y/n."

"Good." You press a kiss of your own — a real one — into his smile. "Still pissed at you, though."

"Fair enough."

#svt x reader #s.coups x reader #seungcheol x reader #svt x y/n #svt x you #s.coups x you #s.coups x y/n #seungcheol x you #seungcheol x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #i didn't know how to end this oops #oh well #savv writes #savv fics #things you said #requests #like the reader i am ALSO angry about how much i love choi seungcheol lol

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stephaniegunnz · 7 months

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DEPECHE MODE - THINGS YOU SAID (my new drawing of Martin Gore)

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#martin gore #music for the masses #things you said #depeche mode #DM #art #fan art #drawing #artwork #stephanie gunnz

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mirclealignr · 2 years

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‘things you said’ prompts:

things you said at 1 am

things you said through your teeth

things you said too quietly

things you said over the phone

things you didn’t say at all

things you said under the stars

things you said while we were driving

things you said when you were crying

things you said when I was crying

things you said when you were drunk

things you said after you kissed me

things you said with miles between us

things you said that I wish you hadn’t

things you said when you were scared

things you said when we were happiest

things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

things you said with clenched fists

things you said in the back seat of a cab

things you said on the phone at 4 am

things you said but not out loud

things you said in the backyard at night

things you said while I cried in your arms

things you said I wouldn’t understand

things you said at the back of the theatre

things you said in your sleep

things you said that made me feel real

things you said you’ll never forget

things you said while holding my hand

things you said when we first met

things you said you loved about me

things you said before you kissed me

things you said kissing me goodnight

things you said as we danced in our socks

things you said in the dark

things you said under your breath

things you said in the spur of the moment

things you said when no one else was around

things you were afraid to say

things you said after we fell in love

things you said i’ll never understand

things you said in a letter

things you said behind my back

things you said to hurt me

things you said too late

things you said at the wrong time

things you said before the war

things you said when it was all over

things you said [make your own]”

things you said when you thought I was sleeping

things you always meant to say but never got the chance

original post. some of these are mine, some are theirs.

#prompt list #things you said #scenario prompt list

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covered-in-bones · 10 months

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“Stop trying to kill yourself.”

He said as he lit up a cigarette and handed it to me.

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theangrypomeranian · 1 year

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Rudy and Louise + 1!

soooooo i wrote too much to fit in this ask apparently lol. but! i still did it and it was so much fun! so here ya go, nonny! <3 things you said at 1 am: Rudy and Louise

#roudise #louwheeze #louise belcher #rudy stieblitz #bob’s burgers #bb fic #sally writes bb fic #writing prompt #things you said #thank you for sending this it was so much fun <3

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taskforce1whore1 · 2 years

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Things You Said Under the Stars and in the Grass

Ficlet made using @terrariumss oc, Ciril

Pairing/s: Papa Emeritus III/Ciril

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

"Where are you taking me?"

"Hush, hush. You'll see soon."

"All I'm seeing is a bunch of trees."

Despite the sarcasm, Ciril follows along with his Papa. It'd been a long time since he had seen the other so giddy over a date night, so he's honestly happy to go along.

While the dense forests surrounding the clergy weren't Ciril's ideal place to be, he can tell it's not where Terzo is taking him. Speaking of, Terzo has his hand in an iron grip, borderline dragging him behing him. Ciril has to jog a little to keep up.

The walk proves to be worth it when the forest thins out and Terzo bring him into a field where the grass seems to stretch on for eternity and the stars shine clearly. It's breathtaking. He could stare at it forever. He would, had Terzo letting go of his hand not interrupted it.

"So, what do you think?" Terzo asks, grinning ear to ear like a child.

"It's beautiful," Ciril breathes back, his own smile making it's way onto his face.

"Good, good. Now come, lay down."

Terzo moves a little further away, sitting down in the grass and then laying back. Ciril is quick to follow, laying down at the other's side. He glances at Terzo before he turns his head to look up.

The sky is infinite. Stars twinkle together in the distance, making all sorta of patterns and any shape a person could think of. It's oddly relaxing.

Terzo interrupts the visual peace by reaching a hand up, pointing off the the left.

"Look. The Canis Major," he says simply, tracing out the lines that make up the constellation. "It's supposed to look like a dog, but I think the people who came up with that were crazy. It's just a bunch of lines."

Ciril snorts. Papa III, ever cynical.

"It's the imagination that counts, Papa," Ciril replies, the stupid smile on his face growing a little wider.

Terzo laughs, genuinely laughs, and for a minute the wrinkles leave his face and he seems young again.

"I suppose. That's not the only lie about the constellation though," Terzo replies.

"Oh really?" Ciril questions.

"Oh yes. They say Sirius, one of the stars in the constellation, is the brightest one in the night sky. That's untrue. You are the brightest star in the universe, my love."

Ciril can feel his face grow hot at that, blush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He gently smacks the other's chest.

"You are such a tease, Papa!" He snips, though it's evident the other's flirting has charmed him. It always does. Terzo knows how to make him feel special.

Terzo laughs again, leaning over to press an unapologetic kiss to the other's cheek and mumble joking apologies. He does it all with a grin before he settles back into the grass beside the other. He spends the rest of the night pointing out other constellations and making flirtatious puns with each one. Ciril finds he doesn't mind, and in fact this might have been the best date he's ever had.

#papa emeritus iii #oc #oc x canon #ghost bc #the band ghost #things you said #ficlet #fanfiction #fanfic

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jaybateman · 2 years

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Depeche Mode | “Things You Said [Live, Rose Bowl, Pasadena, CA 1988]”

#Depeche Mode #things you said #music for the masses #101 #rose bowl #pasadena #dave gahan #Martin l gore #Andrew Fletcher #alan wilder #anton corbijn #101 live #Youtube

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butchfalin · 5 months

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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

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epicsauce · 9 months

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learning that self deprecation isnt cool and just makes the people around you uncomfortable unironically improved my mental health a lot. like if you just stop saying negative shit about yourself you will genuinely like yourself more and other people wont be repulsed by your attitude and you will have more friends. it's true.

#people will fr go ''god im such an ugly loser LOL i suck at everything i do and i should just kms“#and then go “why does no one want to be around me”#maybe because your attitude sucks. maybe because i said 'those mean things you say about yourself arent true'#and you spent five minutes arguing with me about how im wrong.#00

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gibbearish · 6 months

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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

#yes i want things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire #'but but it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem #the government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make internet services universal if they wanted #also these companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#edit: muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out #so no one feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me im just trying to keep my #notifs page cleanish lol #also since i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is a special secret message for you:3 #secondly i have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support themselves previously was because #of investors bankrolling everything #and theyre now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and arent as willing to invest #however thats just a minor correction and doesnt change my overall point #once again. so many murder dollars #so thats why im just adding it here in the tags rather than making an actual correction #anyways . love yall 💕#origibberish #bigger gibbers

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savventeen · 2 years

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hello! i was wondering if i could request: things you said before you kissed me with dino :)

got my heart in my feet ('cause they lead me to you)

Chan looks at you, and you look at him, both of you searching. "Y/n, I..." he starts. Something determined settles in his eyes, and then, both bold and hesitant, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

pairing: dino x reader rating: T wc: 2.4k warnings: intrusive anxious/depressive thoughts (reader's), some cussing, crying, vague mention of family issues tags: college au (barely), friends to lovers, emotional hurt/comfort, first kiss summary: gn!reader has a bad day, and they unintentionally find themselves falling apart at their best friend Chan's door in desperate need of a hug a/n: this is not at all what i thought it was going to be when i started on this prompt lmao. i was also expecting it to be around 500 words at most :') anyway, i have no idea if this is what you were looking for, but i hope you enjoy! theme song || the painting y/n talks about at the end is castanets by silvia vassileva || prompt from this list

Most of the time, you don’t consider yourself an impulsive person. In fact, you usually find yourself in the position of being other people’s impulse control — *cough*Soonyoung*cough* — and were more often than not the designated mom-friend in whatever social circle you found yourself in.

It's not that you aren't spontaneous on occasion (usually at someone else's behest), but you always think it through first. Even your backup plans have backup plans, Seokmin had joked once, and you'd agreed.

So it’s strange to say the least that you find yourself standing outside of Chan’s door at nearly midnight on a Tuesday night, arm frozen where it’s raised to knock, and no memory of making a conscious decision to be here.

You remember getting off of the most stressful 8-hour turned 12-hour shift you’ve ever experienced in your life to see three missed calls and a voicemail from your mother berating you for never having time for your family, and then to top it all off, you’d realized that you had an essay due the next morning that you’d barely started and hadn’t had the time to finish.

It’d been too much, the final straw after weeks of building pressure, and it had taken everything in you not to burst into tears right there in the middle of the sidewalk outside of your work. You’d held them in and started walking home, trying to plan out what you could eat while scrambling to finish your essay. But all you’d really been able to think about was how much you just really, really wanted a hug.

Which must be why you find yourself standing here, now — you’d wanted comfort, and without thinking, your feet had taken you to Chan’s door.

Somehow, at some undesignated point, Chan had become your safe space.

And that’s… that’s a big realization for you. Huge. Potentially earth-shattering, if you were to really think about it. Which, no. Now is not the time for you to have any kind of Big Feelings epiphanies about your best friend — you feel like you’re barely hanging on by a thread as it is. So you quickly shove any and all related thoughts into your “for later” folder and blink back into the present.

You're still standing in front of Chan's apartment door, and you quickly bring your arm down when you realize you still have it raised to knock. A beat passes, and you raise your hand again, only to bring it immediately back to your side.

Fuck.

You know you need to go home and finish your essay, to eat and snag an hour or so of sleep if you can, you know this. But apparently, your heart has taken over control of your feet, because try as you might, you can't seem to get them to move.

And you hate this, because it feels like any semblance of control you might have had has slipped from between your fingers and scattered like dropped marbles on the faux-tile floor.

It's too much. Like a marionette with its strings cut, you let your body tilt forward, your head thumping into the solid wood of the door.

Thirty seconds, you decide. That's how long you're going to let yourself fall apart. And then you're going to pull yourself together, pull all the aching, exhausted pieces back into place, and you're going to go home and do your stupid essay and convince yourself that your existence is not a burden to everyone around you.

It's a solid plan, you think. Except, when you only have seven seconds left of your personal pity party, the door you're still leaning against swings open and you stumble forward. A pair of sturdy hands catch your shoulders, and suddenly you find yourself face-to-face with a very confused Chan.

"Whoah, y/n? You okay? What’s going on?”

The only thought that manages to break through the sudden panic parkouring around every crevice of your brain is how your best friend looks like a dream-shaped miracle, while you must look like an absolute train wreck.

The threadbare hoodie you have on over your food-stained uniform is dingy at best, and its deep navy color matches the dark bags you know are drooping under your eyes. You didn't bother with makeup since you always sweat it off at work anyway, the pimples along your jaw on display, and your hair is a tangled mess atop your head. Basically, you feel gross and exhausted and like you're the epitome of Stressed the Fuck Out™️.

And then there's Lee Chan, barefaced and beautiful and looking like the epitome of soft and comfortable. He’s wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants beneath an oversized dark grey t-shirt that looks so soft the thought of touching it almost makes you want to cry. His hair is adorably tousled and curling a bit at the ends, like he’d just finished rubbing a towel over his head after a shower, and the light from his apartment casts a warm, golden halo around his head — an angel of domesticity.

“Y/n?” His hands slide from your shoulders down to your biceps and give a soft squeeze, dark brows furrowed in concern.

Guilt slams into you with the force of a freight train. You're bothering him, he's obviously getting ready for bed; you're such an inconvenience, why would you drag him into your bullshit; you still have so much to do, why are you wasting his time like this; why can you never do anything right?

You step back, out of his grasp — practically a flinch. “Sorry. I— sorry."

Immediately, you miss his touch. The places on your arms where he held you feel like they've been magnetically charged, and you stare at the way his hands hover in the air like he’s still trying to hold you — the positive to your negative.

"I shouldn't—" you start, watching his hands slowly lower to his sides. Something cracks inside your chest, and you take another step back. Your voice turns thick. "Sorry. I'm— I'm gonna go."

You start to turn, to walk down the hallway and out of the building and into the crushing night, but Chan's voice stops you. "Wait!"

And when have you ever been able to ignore him?

Unbidden, your eyes are drawn back to him — to the way he's half-stepped out of the doorway, bare feet peeking out from the fabric of his pants, one hand stretched out towards you.

He looks at you, really looks at you, and takes another careful step forward. "I—" He bites his lip. "I'm here for you, y/n. What do you need?"

What do you need?

Your heart is the one that answers, tears finally spilling over your cheeks and dripping down to your chin. "Channie..." You swallow the lump in your throat and croak, "I just really need a hug."

Between one breath and the next, you find yourself completely wrapped up in his arms. His hold is somehow both crushing and gentle, and you think that maybe, just maybe, it's the exact kind of embrace you could let yourself fall apart in.

"Aish, why didn't you say so," Chan murmurs into the crown of your head, voice tinged with worry but warm and heavy like a weighted blanket. "I've always got hugs locked and loaded for you."

You feel him flex the tiniest bit and it startles a choked laugh out of you. That laugh quickly morphs into a sob, though, and the next thing you know, you're crying into his chest and he's murmuring gentle nothings to you as he waddles the both of you into the apartment. Not once do his arms move from where they're wrapped around you, even as he closes the door and brings the two of you to the couch, pulling you down so you're leaning against his chest.

Time passes. You're not sure how much, exactly, but you do know that Chan holds you the entire time, rubbing soothing arcs across your back and rocking you in a gentle sway. His quiet reassurances and little anecdotes have turned into soft humming — tender melodies pressed to the top of your head that drip down into your chest cavity and slowly fill up the aching empty.

When your cries have died down to the occasional sniffle, Chan pulls you impossibly closer and lets out a deep breath. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah." It comes out stuffy, your nose completely clogged from all the crying you just did. "Ugh."

Chan snorts, and you think that it's finally come time for you to leave the haven of his arms. That it's time for you to laugh it all off and convince him you're fine and make your way back to your apartment. But he doesn't move, doesn't give any kind of indication that he wants you to leave. He just keeps holding you, and you keep letting him, and you let yourself rest in the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.

"You really scared me, you know?" He swallows. "I've never seen you cry like that before."

No one's ever seen me cry like that, you think. And then the guilt starts creeping back in. It's different than the overwhelming guilt from earlier, more muted but somehow more precise in the way it pierces your heart — a needle compared to a battering ram.

"Sorry," you murmur. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"No, that's not—" He sighs harshly through his nose. "I'm glad you came to me, okay? I want to be here for you, for everything." His arms flex around you. "What's the point of having these guns if I can't use them to hold you when you need it?"

You know he's just saying it to cheer you up, to make you smile, but... That "for later" folder is suddenly at the forefront of your mind, the repressed feelings within it bursting at the seams, and all you can think is — oh.

Chan loosens his grip when he feels you start to move, but he doesn't let go. He lets you adjust within the circle of his arms until you're both facing each other as you lean against the back of the couch and you're able to look him in the eyes for the first time since you started crying.

There's half of a smile pulling up one corner of his mouth leftover from the quip he made, but a furrow rests between his brows, and there's... something shining in his eyes, an emotion that you can't quite place.

It makes you feel tingly with some kind of anticipation — dread or hope or some weird combination of both.

You ask, "Even when I'm gross and snotty and just cried all over you?"

"Especially then."

And maybe it's the way the warm lamplight drapes itself across his face, creating soft shadows and gauzy highlights, but you're reminded of a painting you came across in one of your art classes. You can't remember the name of it or even the artist, but you remember the colors, warm and soft with a glowing center. And you remember the way the large brushstrokes were somehow both bold and hesitant, full of a feeling so big and scary it took every ounce of will to try and scrape them out for the world to see.

He looks at you, and you look at him, both of you searching. "Y/n, I..." he starts. Something determined settles in his eyes, and then, both bold and hesitant, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

You're not sure if you remember how to breathe.

The disbelief must show on your face because he scowls at you. "I'm serious."

A thousand questions pound against your ribs in time with your heart — how? why? when? me? me? me? — but what comes out, nearly a whisper, is, "You really mean it?"

His laugh is incredulous, like the question is somehow ludicrous. "Yeah, y/n. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm kind of in love with you?"

You don't think he meant to say that, based on the way his eyes go wide and he bites his lip. But he doesn't take it back.

He doesn't take it back, and you feel hope bloom bright and ferocious inside your chest.

"Yeah?" you ask, breathless.

He smiles, small and lopsided. "Yeah."

A smile stretches across your face, so wide that your cheeks are already aching, and you have the distinct privilege of watching that same hope blossom across Chan's face.

"I think I'm kind of in love with you, too."

His grin is a shot to your fluttering heart, so bright and wide you wonder if it's morning already, the sun rising with the force of his smile. "Yeah?" he echoes, and he leans forward until your foreheads are touching.

If this is a dream, you never want it to end. "Yeah."

He leans impossibly closer, your noses brushing. "I think I'm gonna kiss you now if that's okay with you."

And this is how you know it's not a dream, because Lee Chan, your best friend whom you're in love with and who's also apparently in love with you, just said he was going to kiss you and your brain promptly implemented a complete factory reset.

Head empty, no thoughts, just Chan's lips hovering inches away from yours. And when they don't get any closer, you remember that you need to give some kind of verbal response.

"Yeah. That's— yeah. Yes. I would— yes." You think your face might be on fire. "Yeah? Yes. I think you broke my brain a little bit, so if— yeah. If you could please just kiss me alr—"

He mercifully cuts you off, laughing into the kiss, and you wish you could bottle this moment — the sound, the feeling, all of it. His hands come up to cup your face, turning the chaste press of lips into something long and lingering, gentle and yearning, and it feels like the both of you are saying finally, finally, finally.

With a satisfied sigh that makes your toes curl, he pulls just far enough away to murmur, "Promise you'll keep coming to me, okay? For everything. Forever."

"Okay, Channie," you promise, just as quiet.

You have a feeling your feet will always take you exactly where you need to go.

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