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forever with you — bangchan

➳ published: 05.09.22 ➳ established relationship!au || genre: fluff || crack || rated: t ➳ pairing: bangchan x reader (fem) ➳ summary: chris wants to spend forever with you and to do that, he needs to propose... however, it doesn't go as he had planned. ➳ word count: 2.6k ➳ warnings: mentions of blood/injury ➳ author's note: this is for the @k-vanity bucket list event (please go and support these amazing writers!! also thanks to @mint-yooxgi for reading this

You hadn’t seen Chris in a while, the man had said he would be back soon but a few days had passed and still, not a word. You don’t worry though, because Chris always comes back. Even if he is a little late, he always comes back with a perfectly good reason and you don’t doubt that this will be one of those times.

Chris never gave you an explanation as to why he wanted your bag packed at 3 am, he just called you a few days ago and told you to make sure that you were at home, waiting, with a bag packed and he would come to collect you but the night he was meant to turn up – he didn’t. Same with last night and now, as you look at the time slowly tick over to 3, you wonder if you really should begin to worry.

Knock, knock.

You stand up, rushing to the door to find your dark-haired boyfriend standing on the other side with a lazy smile on his lips. “Miss me?” He says as if he wasn’t late and that he hadn’t made you stay up nearly all night wondering where he was.

“Where were you?” You whine, letting him into the house and immediately being wrapped up in his arms, a reassuring hug helping you relax and ease any worries you had. “I thought you died.”

“Ah, so dramatic,” he teases as he presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling away, showing that smirk that always seems to cause you to blush slightly. No matter what, you always blush. “C’mon, I didn’t have service to call you but everything is ready.” You want to ask more but from the way that Chris shakes his head, you should have known he wasn’t going to tell you anything more.

He does this, a lot. He would prepare something and good luck getting anything else out of him other than that he was taking you somewhere and that’s it. Road trips, that was his thing. Road trips out to the middle of nowhere, a cabin in the woods, camping or just a late night drive, it always depended on his thoughts and mood. If he wanted to see a view and it wasn’t too far to drive, it was a late-night drive with snacks and a blanket for you to use so you could sleep on the way back. If he wanted to see the stars and just spend time out in nature, he’s got a tent and everything you’ll need for a weekend in the woods. The cabin was when he just wanted to escape with you, no one but you. Chris used it when he found himself overwhelmed by everything around him and while he would never admit any of that, you figured that out fairly quickly.

Chris can be very complex to some people but for you, he was easy to read because you’re the first person in a long time he has allowed to see deeper underneath the surface. He’s not the guy who managed to finish high school because he dropped out, he’s not someone who works a fancy job but he makes enough to support the lifestyle he lives, he doesn’t drive the flashiest car or own anything that screams that he has money but he gives you everything that he could possibly afford and works hard to make sure you are never embarrassed by him.

Not that you would ever be embarrassed but it’s something he quietly fears.

Chris is rough around the surface, he doesn’t care about what anyone says, honestly, he doesn’t care about anyone at all but when it comes to you – he cares more than he’ll openly admit. He knows your parents have said things because he looks like trouble and while Chris usually would show people just how much trouble he can cause – he tries his best to please your parents. He’s respectful, he’s quiet and he always helps where he can. He can’t change his nature, who he is, but he tries to show a softer side for you and those around you so that you never have to worry about the future.

Because he wants that. A future. With you.

A hand is offered, a smile on his face that gives him a youthful expression in comparison to the frown he wears whenever you aren’t around, and you quickly take his hand to follow him to the car. He held your bag in his other hand and didn’t let you go until he reached for the door handle. “Where are we going?” You ask as he opens the door for you, in an attempt to get something more out of him but silence is all that you’re met with. Pouting and petty, you get into the car and fold your arms over your chest. “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

He only chuckles, amused by your cute pout and faux anger, as Chris places your bag in the back seat before climbing into the car. Connecting his phone to the Bluetooth device and passing it to you, he begins the trip into the unknown with some soft tunes chosen by his designated road trip partner and unofficial car jockey. “Get some sleep,” he says after driving for a short while, “I’ll wake you when we get there.”

He looks at you, curled up and comfortable in the front seat with his hoodie as a blanket; sometimes, Chris can’t really believe how he managed to catch you, how he managed to be the one that stole your heart and love, but he’s happy. You really changed his life in so many ways that you don’t even realise it and he can’t imagine what life would be like without you anymore. “Hey,” he chuckles when you scrunch up your nose and shake your head, not wanting to be woken up. “C’mon baby girl.” He doesn’t even allow you to wake up, just picking you up while you protest slightly and carries you inside.

As he walks, you slightly wake up but you don’t really know where you are right now, your brain not at all registering anything because it’s far too early and Chris doesn’t allow you to wake up enough to notice the decor either. Placing you in the bed, he closes the door before climbing in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you close. It’s in his warm arms that you are dragged back to sleep and it’s in his warm arms that you wake up to the sun peeking in through the window a few hours later. “Chris,” you speak slowly, brain still trying to wake up and he only hums, letting you know that he’s awake. “Are we at the cabin?” You faintly manage to see the trees outside through the white mesh curtains.

“Mm,” he responds, before rolling onto his back. “I just needed some time.” You move so that you are cuddled back into his side and he chuckles. “It’s okay baby girl, I’ve just had something on my mind and being here with you helps that.”

You wonder what he means but even as you look up at him, Chris just smiles and moves slightly so he can kiss you softly. A kiss to distract your thoughts, to keep you from worrying and it works, the kiss manages to pull you in, keep you from asking more questions as Chris quickly manages to roll you onto your back and hover over you. He pulls away though, resting his weight on his forearms as he looks down at you and brushes some hair off your forehead and you can see the adoration in his eyes. You’ve been catching him looking at you like that a lot lately, as if you are the sun and the moon. Everything that is good in the world, Chris finds that in you.

“You’re beautiful.” He says suddenly and you blush without meaning to which makes him lean in and kiss your cheeks. “I love you.” Ah, what a way to have your heart race.

“Why are you being so loving?” You don’t mind it, in fact, him showering you in love like this is something you always appreciate because it’s rare. It’s not like Chris doesn’t show you every single day that he loves you but this form of love - words to reassure rather than the every day actions that have become a normal part of your day - always takes you by surprise.

Raising an eyebrow, Chris pulls away, “what can’t I give you my love and affection?” He slowly moves away and you whine, pulling him back and wrapping your legs around him to keep him from leaving. “You were just complaining before.”

“No, I’m sorry, give me more.” You pout until Chris relents and kisses you.

It feels like hours pass before are apart but it’s only a matter of moments before Chris finally pulls away completely to get out of the bed, rolling his neck to the side so it’ll crack and indicating with his head for you to get up. You take a little longer so he goes on ahead, suddenly quiet, which isn’t unusual for him so you don’t notice the way he starts to chew the inside of his cheek or how he’s looking around the cabin as if trying to find something out of place as he makes his exit.

He’s been preparing for this for a while, this road trip, he’s been making arrangements for it to be perfect and he’s sure something will go wrong but even if everything went terribly wrong - as long as one thing went right, he’ll take it.

“You coming?” He calls out, noticing that you never actually followed him when he finally reaches the kitchen. “Or are you going to trust me to cook?” He looks in the fridge, searching for something, before closing it when he hears your feet rushing down the hallway.

“Don’t! I love you but please… don’t.”

“Ouch,” he laughs and shrugs, not really caring too much because he knows that he can’t cook and would ruin, absolutely ruin everything if he tried. “I’ll get the fire started.” He kisses your forehead before taking his leave and running his fingers through his hair as he looks over his shoulder at you.

Any second now.

Or… longer…

“Baby girl?” He calls out when the fire is going and he hasn’t heard anything from you while doing it. “You okay?” He walks into the kitchen and realises why you’ve been so quiet. “Shit.” That’s the only word that leaves his lips as he rushes to your side and pulls you up and over to the sink, “why didn’t you say something? What happened?”

Silence.

“Hey,” he runs your hand under the sink, a light sting pulling you out of your thoughts, “what happened?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where it went after I dropped it but yes.”

It takes him a moment to realise what you are talking about because he’s worried about your bleeding hand but it finally clicks and his eyes widen. “Fuck. Really?” You nod, tears welling up and you can’t really figure out if its from the pain or happiness. Chris is about to kiss you until he remembers that you’re bleeding. “Ah, right… let’s get you cleaned up first then I’ll look for it when I clean up the mess.”

“You put it in the eggs?” You said and he nods, slightly embarrassed.

“You always make pancakes whenever we’re here so I thought it was… yknow…” He’s regretting everything right now - he wanted to make this special, memorable, and he hated every minute of the cheesy proposal but he doesn’t regret your smile that’s on your face. “What?”

“You’re cute.” Chris rolls his eyes and inspects the wound before leaving to get the first aid kit. “Hey, I was talking to you!” You shout after him but don’t dare move and risk getting blood everywhere. “When did you become so cute, baby?” He doesn’t answer so you keep asking, keep annoying him until he’s bandaging your hand. “I thought you would have passed me a ring and said ‘here’ when you finally decided to pop the question.”

He snorts and nods slightly as he confirms this, “I was gonna but when I explained it to Changbin, he told me I was an idiot.”

“Was Changbin the one who came up with this?”

“No. That was me but… it wasn’t meant to go like this. You were meant to see it and not be holding glass in your hand when doing so.”

You scoff, the teasing accusatory tone making you poke your tongue at him. “Well, next time, don’t surprise me in places where breakable or sharp objects happen to be.” Chris groans as he finishes securing the bandage and cleans up the first aid kit. He’s happy you accepted, he’s happy that you want to spend the rest of your life with him too but… he could have done it all without you getting injured. “Stop pouting,” you lift your good hand to touch his cheek and he stops what he’s doing to take the moment to enjoy your touch. “It’s just a small cut and wouldn’t it be a fun little story to tell when people ask how you proposed.”

“Can’t you just lie and say that you only dropped the eggs instead of the glass?”

Shaking your head, you giggle, “that’s the whole beauty of the proposal. I nearly lost the ring because I was in such shock.” You don’t notice Chris’ expression as you laugh, hand over your mouth as he stands up and goes to tidy everything up. His silence, however normal it is, is unsettling in this particular moment. “Why aren’t you finding it amusing? It’s funny.”

“You did.”

“Huh?”

“Baby girl, you did lose the ring.” You jump up, rushing past him in a whirlwind and muttering ‘no’ under your breath as you look for the pretty diamond ring amongst the shatter glass. “It’s okay, it’s probably under the fridge or something.” He doesn’t sound too upset by it even if he knows that was a lot of his recent paychecks to buy. Chris just looks at the mess on the ground, the mixture of eggs and glass, and you gingerly trying to search through it with your good hand. “Get off the ground, you’ll get injured even more and I’d rather not spend our first day as an engaged couple taking you to the ER.”

Now it’s your turn to pout as he pulls you off the ground. “But, but…”

“I’ll find it.” He reassures you before brushing your hair off your forehead and sends you to the living area. “Go, sit down, I’ll clean up and find it then put it on your finger.”

It took some time, more time than Chris thought it would to clean up the combination of egg and glass but he did it eventually and he managed to find the ring, thankfully, even though he had to give it a good clean since it was covered in egg. Walking into the living area where you were curled up on the couch watching TV, Chris got down on one knee and takes your hand, instantly stealing your attention.

“Let me do this properly and please, don’t drop it this time.” He teases as slides the ring onto your finger. “Will you marry me?”

Even though he already had his answer, he needs to hear it again, he needs to hear that you want to spend the rest of your lives together while you have the ring on your finger. “Yes.” You smile, pulling him close and kissing him, “nothing would make me happier.”

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