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cloverstayy · 3 months

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Helloooooo, may I please request Chan’s reaction to reader having another groups tattoo?

I’m a Chan biased but have a Vernon inspired tattoo on my ribs

Thank you so much for this suggestion, Anon! I've got quite a few tattoos myself, (no SKZ ones...yet) one of them being a Fall Out Boy-related tattoo and I think I'd cackle listening to Pete freak out over me having another band's or group's tattoo. So, I kind of took the humorous route with this one and I hope that's okay! I also hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it.

I also apologize for how ridiculously long this got. 😂 I kinda let myself get carried away, but I think those kind of stories are the best anyways!

If you enjoyed this one, please, please reblog! I honestly do a little happy claps when I see anyone reblogging or interacting with my content. All the warm and fuzzies!

STORY RATING E for everyone.

TYPE Slice of life...I think?

CONTENT WARNING Quite literally nothing to note. Use of explicit language, but tons of comedic humor and just a smidge of fluff!

W/C 6,063

“I can only imagine the photos she took of you, JK.” Chan snorted, leaning his head against his fist which was propped up on several pillows.

JK stayed quiet for a moment, shaking his head at Chan before something began to develop across his expression, “Let me get back at her.”

Chan sat up, a bit perplexed at the request JK was propositioning, “What’dya mean?”

Chan and you have been dating for the better part of a year and at this point, there isn’t much he hasn’t seen of you.

More than that, he’s asked about almost every single tattoo you have. Its honestly how you both became acquainted, actually.

He saw your obnoxiously bright dinosaur tattoo from some distance away; making his way over to you and managing to pull one of the smoothest attempts you’d ever seen any man manage to use to get your attention.

He was clearly successful, for transparency’s sake.

You were on vacation in Australia and enjoying your time beachside. Little did you know, Australia was his home country. There you were, minding your own business while waiting in line for a snow cone when Chan couldn’t help himself whatsoever from full bore running and stopping suddenly behind you in linewhen you immediately became aware of the labored panting of someone standing behind you.

Letting curiosity get the better of you, while still trying to play it off as complete disinterest, you turned slightly around to see a man bent almost in half as his eyes were glued on you. But don’t get it twisted, he wasn’t looking you in the eyes, not yet anyways. He was staring at you, his eyes feeling as though they were transfixed on your left arm.

Glancing around, expecting someone to have been chasing him or something…

Why the hell is this man panting so much?

After assessing your surroundings and realizing no one was actually chasing him, that he for some reason was behind you and panting up a storm like a dog after a run, you felt your brows furrow together before deciding to evaluate this seemingly poor man’s condition.

“Um, are you okay?”

It was only then his eyes snapped up to yours fully when he flashed one hell of a rage-inducing smile in your direction, sliding his hands from his knees and up to his hips as he stood up straight.

Who does this man think he is smiling like THAT?!

“Yeah, yeah! I’m great. How are you?”

Sheer confusion must’ve washed over your face as one of your brows pitched upwards, “Are you serious?”

This man couldn’t get anymore attractive to you at this point, you’re sure of it, but all of a sudden you’re pretty sure you witnessed the heaven’s opening up and the sound of angels began to fill your ears.

Okay, thats a bit of an exaggeration. He was…he was giggling. And he was doing it at you.

“I’m quite serious, actually. You getting a snow cone, too?”

“I’m in the line, aren’t I?”

The giggling you still weren’t sure wasn’t the heaven’s choir belting out your new favorite song of the summer, picked up briefly before settling, “You are.”

Shaking your head a few times, attempting to dislodge whatever spell this man had seemed to put you under, you just blink at him. Several times, “Can I help you with something?”

There he stood, his stupid smile on his stupid face with his stupid laugh. And he just smiled at you again before you saw him quirk his head to the side, raising his eyesight above your head, “Can I get 2 pineapple and cherry snow cones, man?”

Oh my god.

Did he just? Yes. Yes, he did indeed step in front of you. And still dazed as you you were, you spun slowly around with your toes digging into the sand and saw that he definitely had ordered for you.

Well, maybe he didn’t. Its entirely possible he ordered 2 for himself.

How long had you been looking at him like he had 2 heads and a halo?

Couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. But maybe it was longer than that and your turn had actually come up and instead of being vigilant, you waffled and he decided to just step ahead of you?

Amidst the poor attempt at logical reasoning you were facing in lieu of this man’s behavior, the smell of sticky sweet pineapple invaded your senses as you realized he was holding the other snow cone he’d ordered. But he was holding it in your face.

“Um, is that for me?”

Blinking your way out of disassociation, you glanced at the snow cone held tightly in his hand before looking up to him for confirmation.

“Sure is. My name is Chan, by the way. Or Chris. I honestly respond by both.”

Still unsure of what this man’s intentions were, but not above refusing a snow cone that you didn’t actually have to pay for, your hand slowly moved to take the snow cone.

Hesitantly, you wrapped your fingertips around the bottom part of the paper cone which cradled the sweet treat. Your hand inevitably came into contact with his as you did but…this man wasn’t letting go…not yet, anyways.

“Name’s Y/n. Is this how you typically pick up the ladies or am I the exception?”

Regaining your ability to speak and contribute to the conversation, you applied just a bit more force to the snow cone, pulling it out of his grip as he let out another angelic giggle before releasing it.

And the rest is history. Or so they say.

He asked you about a 100 questions about your tattoos, at least the ones he could see with relative ease as you were wearing an off white sun dress that hit right below your knees. He admitted to you that he’d love to get an entire sleeve of tattoos, but had no idea where to start, but that he was amazed by yours. You were flattered, really.

Of those 100 questions, of course, 2 of them were him asking you on a more formal date and asking for your number.

Up until this point, you knew Chan had seen all of you. You two had had sex. Showered together. Hell, you two had even cuddled naked together and how the hell had he never, ever noticed this one particular tattoo was beyond you.

You’re still not even certain how you’ve managed to make it an entire year without Chan having at least glimpsed at it. But there he was, arms crossed on the living room sofa, looking at you with one of the most unimpressed and unamused looks he’s ever given you.

“Christopher.”

“Y/n.”

“What do you want me to tell you? I’ve had this tattoo for years. Its not my fault you ever noticed it.”

He huffed out a breath, “You never disclosed it, either.”

You couldn’t help the bark of a laugh that ripped through you, almost sending you to the floor, “DISCLOSURE?! Christopher, you’ve got to be fucking with me right now.”

“And what if I’m not?”

“Then I’d asking you what in the fresh hell is actually wrong with you for being upset with me having a BTS tattoo!”

If Chan could’ve managed to roll his eyes any further back into his head, you’re pretty sure you would’ve been making a call to the paramedics, fearing that either his retina’s had detached or he was experiencing a seizure.

“Its not just a BTS tattoo, Y/n.”

“Roll your eyes at me one more goddamned time or so help me god, Christopher.”

His expression was so deadpan, you were certain he’d end up turning to stone with his appearance.

“It’s not just a BTS tattoo, Y/n.” He repeated, doubling down by readjusting his crossed arms and exchanging his man-spread position on the loveseat to throwing one leg over the other.

“This is because its about JK, isn’t it? Did he tease you about this or something?”

His eyes widened, “Why would he tease me about your tattoo, Y/n?!”

Oops.

You may or may not have told Chan about the time you had met BTS years and years ago while working at a HYBE event prior to and most certainly before knowing Chan or even Stray Kids existed.

And you most definitely did not tell him about the fact that you ended up working for BTS a few summers after having met them, doing event coordination for HYBE. And you were positive you never even mentioned to Chan that you got the tattoo as apart of a dare that you dared JK with. The means by which you managed to coerce JK into getting said tattoo was the embarrassing part.

It had never come up in conversation as he had clearly never noticed the tattoo you had on the inside of your right ring finger. Yes, it was small. But so was JK’s.

Yeah. He most assuredly had no clue JK also had a tattoo that was very similar to the one you had, but also different.

“Y/n…why would JK tease me about your tattoo?” He repeated, his arms slowly uncrossing themselves as he propped himself off the back of the couch with his hands.

“Uh…I-uh…Ihonestlyhavenoidea?” You presented him with your best attempt at a shit eating grin as you could muster, choosing to slowly make your way to the armchair that sat opposite of the loveseat.

“Should I just call JK?”

There it was. The threat followed by the growing smirk bubbling across his face as he began to formulate the beginnings of how this tattoo made it’s way to your finger.

“Oh gosh, Chris, no! You don’t have to do that!” You smiled again, placing both of your elbows on your knees as you threw your head into your hands and leaned forward into his space.

“No?” He’d managed to shift all the way to the edge of the loveseat’s cushion before he began to lean into your space.

“Nope.” You squeaked out as you began to slowly find yourself sitting back up, your hands removing themselves from under your chin as your back straightened.

“Y/n…don’t lie to me.”

“Chris, this is silly! It’s just a silly little tattoo.”

Clearing his throat, he stood on his feet and looked down at you. You had to crane your head upwards to meet his glance, feeling all the bits of unease and panic he was forcing you to feel.

Please do not call JK. Please do not call JK.

You kept uttering that phrase like it was some sort of new age mantra; repeating it over and over inside your head and hoping to whatever creator out there that Chan could hear you.

You fucking knew he couldn’t.

Like an 80’s montage but without the cheesy music and all the slow-motion action you could tolerate, Chan pulled his phone from his back pocket. And suddenly, the fast forward button had been activated as the speed with which he dialed JK was similar to that of a cheetah securing dinner for the evening.

“Chris! Come on, baby. It is not that serious! Had I known you were going to react like this, I would’ve said something a LONG time ago!” You pleaded, jumping to your feet and wrapping your arms around his waist.

He only glanced down at you before you heard the click of the other line and JK’s voice came through the speaker, “Yo, Chris! What’s up man?”

Chan cocked an eyebrow as he took his free arm and wrapped it around your waist, all but securing your body against him as he spoke, “Hey JK! Nothing much. I’ve got a question for you.”

A choked whimper was suddenly caught in your throat as you all but slammed your head into Chris’ chest, more or less embarrassed at the story he would be told about the origins of this stupid tattoo and less worried he’d be actually upset with you.

“What’s up, man?”

“Do you happen to know a Y/n L/n?”

There was a brief moment of silence and what sounded like shuffling of some kind on JK’s end, “Yeah…yeah, I do. Wait, why do you ask?”

Chan’s eyes looked down at you once again. He placed a perfunctory kiss to the top of your head because he couldn’t manage to make eye contact with your face to place one on your forehead. It was still pressed firmly to his chest as you now tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Well, she’s my girlfriend and…” Chan was cut off almost immediately by JK.

“Woah! Girlfriend?! You’re dating Y/n-ah? Bro, how long?”

“Just a little over a year. I love her to absolute bits.” He spoke, his voice just above a whisper as he leaned his head down so his lips would brush right against your ear while he spoke. This said whisper rattled you way more than it should have, but you knew that was the sole purpose of Chan doing it in the first place.

“Christopher, I swear to god. Please. Don’t.” Your words were so muffled and you knew Chan couldn’t understand you, but he began to giggle. The same fucking giggle that reminded you of Baby Jesus and Holy Hymns and Angels and shit.

“Congrats, man! She’s awesome. She worked for us for a bit!”

Chan’s arm only tightened around your midsection as you acquiesced to his grip, slowly coming to terms with the fact that he would soon hold the exceedingly mortifying knowledge of how you obtained the very tattoo in question in just mere moments.

“Oh, you don’t say!” He quipped, slowly turning the both of you in a circle by means of swaying side to side.

“Yeah! We met her forever ago through an event HYBE was holding and she ended up doing some event coordination stuff for us for about a year or two. She was fucking phenomenal. She doing okay? Why’d you ask?” JK’s tone sounded equal parts concerned and confused.

“Well, if I happened to say something about a tattoo, would that ring any bells?”

And with that, the loudest and most obnoxious laugh tore through the speaker as JK broke out into a fit of laughter, which only caused Chan to all but pick you up with the arm wrapped around you.

However, JK quickly managed to calm himself before you were actually lifted off the floor, “Oh man. Yeah, yeah that rings a bell. Why?”

“Well, you know she’s got a lot of tattoos…” Chris pauses, awaiting confirmation from JK.

“Of course.”

“And somehow, that little tattoo never managed to come up in conversation in the last year or so and well, today it has and I’m just curious about it. Y/n isn’t being as forthcoming about it as I’d imagined she would be.”

“Well, that makes sense that she hasn’t been,” He let out another brief laugh,” Is she there with you right now?”

Chan looked down at you, realizing that you had readjusted your head to keep your eyes on him, the pleading expression remaining permanently affixed on your face. The look he presented you with, however, was expectant one. And he expected you to answer.

“Hey JK.” You squawked, pressing your forehead against Chan’s chest once again.

“Y/n-ah! I had no idea you were dating Chan-ssi!”

“Well you know me, so good at keeping those secrets!”

Chan squeezed you tighter as your eyes shot up to meet his, brows furrowing together. The force of his constant entrapment finally caused you to mouth the word “ouch” to him.

———

THE DAY PRIOR…

“Hey man, long time no see!” JK greeted Chan, bringing the other into his embrace via their joined hands, but only briefly before they broke apart just as quickly.

“Oh, it hasn’t been that long, has it?” Chan pondered, questioning whether it had really been longer than he had remembered since he saw JK last.

JK nodded, taking a seat on his couch, throwing his body against it and suggesting Chan take a seat in the couch opposite him.

Chan obliged, pulling his keys and phone from his back pocket before doing so. However, once seated, he too fell backwards, allowing his back to meet the soft, plushy fabric of the couch as he settled in.

“Its been,” JK paused, one eye squinting in thought before it popped open, “At least 6 months.”

“6 months!” Chan chirped, grabbing the water bottle that had been set out for him. The sound of the plastic lid coming apart from the seal cracked under his palm as JK hummed in affirmation.

“Yep, I mean, we’ve definitely talked since then but we haven’t properly hung out in a while. Dude, how have you been? You and the kids are killing it out there! I’m so proud!” JK smiled, his lip ring catching the shine of the overhead track lighting.

Chan palmed the back of his neck, only slightly embarrassed at the compliment while briefly grabbing one ear before placing his water back on the living room table, “Ah man. Thanks. The kids work so hard, they deserve it.”

JK shook his head, “You all deserve it. That includes you, Chan-ssi.” His eyes focused in on Chan, encouraging him to not argue in defiance of JK’s compliment.

“I appreciate that. We all work hard.”

JK glanced at Chan, a smirk crossing his lips before responding, “So, how are you and Y/n? I still cannot believe you snagged her.”

Chan couldn’t help the small chuckle that bubbled up from his chest, the mere thought of you still gave him butterflies and made him nervous. How had he managed to snag you was still a mystery to him, but he was so thankful for you regardless. He tried not to make much sense of it because when he attempted to do so, he often found himself perplexed for hours, comparing and contrasting almost every detail of the last year and a half of your courting and the subsequent official ascension of the relationship.

JK, surprisingly, had also been one of the first ones Chan had told about you. Well, of course after he talked with Lee Know and Changbin, who after meeting you only one time, were convinced you were the person Chan would eventually marry and only encouraged him to continue seeing you. Chan would hush them every time they made those comments, not wanting to even put that jinx out into the universe. Of course, he would want to make you his forever, but he knew the both of you needed just a bit more time together as boyfriend and girlfriend before he even thought about asking you to be his wife.

“She’s fantastic,” The words left Chan a bit airy, almost as though he was describing how you managed to make him feel on a daily basis, “ We are doing great. She’s always challenging me and the kids, but is great at helping me decompress and she’s so, so creative. And well, utterly fucking beautiful.”

JK smiled again, though his lips stayed softly pressed together before he spoke, “She’s good for you. I can see the difference.”

Chan’s gaze shot up from his feet, where they had been planted while he spoke about you, “Really?”

JK adjusted his position, throwing his legs over the edge of the couch as his feet firmly pressed against the stone flooring of his apartment, sitting up and leaning against the back as he did.

“Yeah. You just have this air about you dude. You come across way less…encumbered with the weight of quite literally everything. Which, I suppose makes sense,” JK winked in Chan’s direction, “You’re not carrying it all yourself anymore.”

Chan took a moment to really think about JK’s words and his gut response was to say that he was still the same old Chan he was before he met you. But, just as quickly as that impulsive assessment flew into his brain, it flew right out and was replaced with the knowledge that he was finally sharing the weight of life with…you. And sure, he let the kids carry some of the weight from time to time, but never wanted them to ever feel quite the same pressures he faced. He was the leader, after all, and that was his responsibility. But once you walked into his life, or rather he ran up to your’s, the weight eventually didn’t seem as heavy as it once did. And maybe that’s what JK really meant.

Chan’s face had softened in thought, his eyes casting downwards once again as JK let a brief chuckle slice through the comfortable silence between the two men, “I mean look at you, dude. You’re head over fucking heels for this one. When’s the wedding?”

JK always knew how to really wind Chan up, always saying just the kinds of things that would be only slightly out of pocket, but would still manage to make Chan flustered-or annoyed-depending on the context.

“Dude, shut the fuck up. Its too early for that.” Chan threw a pillow at JK, who easily caught it with another laugh.

“Just make sure I get an invite, yeah?”

Chan rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Of course you’ll get an invite, you ass.”

Both the boys laughed, sharing a moment of silence together before Chan was quickly reminded of something he wanted to ask JK about, “Y’know, that reminds me of something I wanted to ask you about.”

JK perked up, “Alright. Hit me.”

“So Y/n has this tattoo on the inside of her finger…on her right hand and I’m almost certain its the only one she’s never told me about. I remember seeing it one night when we were watching a movie on the couch. I was holding her hand and saw it and realized that it looked awfully familiar to one I’d seen before.”

Chan took a sip of water before continuing, “I know you have something to do with this. So spill.”

The almost instantaneous laugh that ripped from JK was jarring, causing Chan’s face to contort into a mixture of amusement and intense curiosity.

Without missing a beat, JK leaned over the small distance between him and the coffee table, offering Chan a glimpse at the ring finger on his left hand, “Yeah, I know a thing or two about it.”

Chan’s eyes focused in, brows pinching together while he really studied the small banana peel tattoo JK donned, “She’s got the banana.”

Chan said it so matter of factly, not only because it was quite literally a matter of fact, but because it was so innocuous but also just really weird. Weird to the point that it drove Chan to to even ask JK about it in the first place.

“So she worked for us for almost 2 years, right?” JK inquired.

Chan nodded his head, remaining silent.

“Well, during that time she did mostly event coordination for us. So like, red carpet events, tour and hotel stuff, comebacks…all of that kind of stuff,” JK ran his hands through the mop of brown hair on his head, “Well, she also helped with the variety shows we do, but specifically the BTS one’s we did for Weverse and HYBE.”

Chan signaled understanding, the look of amusement and curiosity only growing as JK continued.

“We did this one show, and I can’t remember the exact details or…what the premise was now, but I was dressed up as a monkey.”

Chan couldn’t help the boisterous cackle that slipped out of his lips, his hand immediately flying over his mouth at the thought of JK dressed up as a monkey, “A monkey?!”

It was JK’s turn to roll his eyes at Chan, looking at him through his brows, “Yeah. A monkey.”

Chan was gasping for breath at this point, the mere thought of JK in such a predicament only creating a place just for this image in his brain to live rent free. JK, having finally tolerated enough of Chan’s squeaky laughter, threw a pillow at him and landed it square across Chan’s face.

Chan flew backward a bit, caught off guard by the sudden feeling of fabric against his face. Chan caught the pillow and slammed it down across his lap as he forced himself to calm, realizing JK was waiting on him so he could continue, “Alright, alright. You can continue.”

JK shook his head, “Well, a few days after we had done the recording for that episode, I came to find out it was her entire idea. Like, I’m talking the entire premise for the skit from start to finish. She even had me eating a fucking banana, bro.”

Chan stifled the laughter that was threatening to spill, realizing that he didn’t want to be assaulted by anymore couch cushions, “That sounds so much like Y/n.”

JK nodded, “Yeah. Well, when she found out I found out, I couldn’t stop giving her shit for it. It went on for months. At one point, I was calling her my Little Capuchin.”

Chan’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he threw his head back and finally allowed the laugh he was trying to suppress to come out. He threw both arms over his face as he let his head fall to the back of the couch’s edge. After a few moments, and after the heaving of Chan’s chest began to return to baseline, it was only then he sat back up, ruffling his hair before running both of his hands over his face, “So, the tattoo. How, how in the hell did that come about?”

It was only then JK finally let out a brief fit of laugher himself, “A dare.”

Chan’s eyes narrowed in on the man sat across from him, “A dare?”

JK nodded, “It was close to her end with us as she was leaving HYBE to go do work elsewhere and we were all a little bit,” JK held up his pointer and thumb, almost pressing them together to exaggerate that they were the opposite of a little bit, “Drunk. It was then I suggested we get tattoos to signify not only the end of her time working with us, but one that would also make her laugh any time she looked at it. But Chan, when I tell you she was tipsy as hell, I’m honestly not exaggerating.”

Chan had only heard the stories you’d told him about your time in college, driving several frat houses under the table, but he was certain you’d not divulged this particular piece of information about how you managed to acquire a banana tattoo.

He also knew that your days of drinking had come to an abrupt end once you began work in Korea freshly out of college, often times traveling back and forth to the states doing so. You soon realized mixing drinking of any kind and jet lag were things that should never go together. Fuck that, you’d told him. So, you only chose to drink on very, very rare occasions and only times when you knew you’d not be on a intercontinental flight.

JK, noticing Chan’s slight confusion decided to provide a bit more clarification, “Let me preface that by saying, we were having a dinner celebration. Kind of like a send off. She’d only had 3 drinks, but for some reason they hit her hard.”

Chan nodded, feeling a bit more clued in to the context of the situation, “So, it was a dare?”

JK shook his head, “Yeah, kinda sorta? I mean, I was drunk, too. But I remember that I kept calling her Little Capuchin the entire evening and I also remember RM threatening to slap me if I wouldn’t stop.”

JK shook his head, a smile blooming across his face briefly at the memory before he resumed, “I’m pretty sure it was just her and I that ended up going to see my artist because he was still in his shop late at night. I remember standing there with her in the parlor, debating with her on what to get when she basically shouted that we should get bananas.”

Both Chan and JK erupted in laughter, agreeing that the entire situation most definitely sounded like you.

JK took a sip of his water and set it back down on the living room table, “I told her I wasn’t going to get a banana tattooed on me and she dared me.”

Chan held up his hand, waving it about to signal JK to pause, “Hold on. So she dared you?”

JK confirmed with a quick nod, “Yup. And if I didn’t, she told me she’d post all the behind the scenes photos of us, including me in that monkey outfit, on Weverse. I balked at her but she told me HYBE had given her explicit permission to do whatever she wanted with the photos, even before the episode released. She took some real stupid photos of me, Chan.”

JK palmed his forehead, shaking his head in the pithiest way possible before looking back up at Chan, “So there I was, getting a banana peel tattoo because she insisted I was the peel to her banana.”

“I can only imagine the photos she took of you, JK.” Chan snorted, leaning his head against his fist which was propped up on several pillows.

JK stayed quiet for a moment, shaking his head at Chan before something began to develop across his expression, “Let me get back at her.”

Chan sat up, a bit perplexed at the request JK was propositioning, “What’dya mean?”

“She doesn’t think you know a thing about this tattoo, right? Well, after she’d sobered up and I told her she basically blackmailed me into getting it, she was honestly mortified. She wouldn’t stop apologizing. It was only after I told her she was fine no less than 10 times and I wasn’t bothered in the slightest that she finally decided to listen to me, but I know the whole thing still embarrasses the shit out of her. And thats probably why she’s never told you about it. Its small and she just assumes you’ve not noticed it yet, I bet.” JK explained, offering a very valid reason for Chan to agree to his request.

“I mean, sounds entirely reasonable why she hasn’t then. So, what’s your idea?”

———

Chan leaned down, pressing a curt peck on the tip of your nose as you were now unable to smash your face into his chest.

“So, she hasn’t told you about the tattoo?” JK’s voice trilled through the phone still snug in Chan’s hand.

“Nope, sure hasn’t.” Chan’s less than impressed expression fell to you again, after he brought you down with him against the couch. You both fell against it with soft grunts, him forcing you to basically sit glued to his side.

“Ugh! Do you both have to do this to me right now? Its just a stupid tattoo!” You bellowed, trying your best to turn inwards towards Chan to hide your face in any capacity you could.

Both of the men began to laugh, almost in tandem. Almost like they both knew something you didn’t. Your suspicions only grew when Chan’s hold of you began to lessen to the point you were able to turn inwards and watch his face.

He had set his phone down on the coffee table in front of you both, his face was red from laughter and slightly wet from the rather amused tears that quickly followed. You could only assume JK looked exceeding similar to the way your boyfriend did in that very moment.

You sat up, straightening your posture and looked between the phone and your boyfriend several times before you realized the both of them were playing some sort of something with you still.

“I cannot believe you two.” It was your turn to roll your eyes so hard, certain your retinas would detach as you scooted a few inches away from Chan and crossed your own arms.

Chan heaved in a large amount of air, hearing what you said during the brief pause in both his and JK’s laughter that he turned to look at you. He noticed the considerable distance you had managed to make down the couch away from him as his laughter began to quell, JK’s soon followed suit.

“Oh Little Capuchin, don’t be upset!” JK guffawed, himself being taken over by laughter once again. You glanced over to Chan, an eyebrow raised, and it was ever apparent he was suppressing additional laughter himself.

“Fuck you, JK.” You felt the heat of embarrassment flood your face; your cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson at the pet name you’d not heard in so long.

“Aw, c’mon! You’re the banana to my peel!” He quipped, Chan only sporting one hell of an tickled expression.

“I’m fucking done with you, two,” Your brows leveled in Chan’s direction, “You knew, didn’t you? He told you when you two hung out yesterday, didn’t he?”

Chan only shrugged, a massive grin appearing on his lips, “I mean, we might’ve discussed it?”

“Bahng Christopher Chan! Jeon Jun-Kook! You both are menaces and I hate you both!” You stuck your nose up towards the ceiling, turning a quarter of the way away from Chan with your arms tightly crossed into one another.

The boys continued their dumb giggling, Chan only taking just shy of a few more minutes before you heard him hang up the phone. The soft thud of his phone settling on the table was heard next, followed by the feeling of the couch dipping slightly behind you.

Chan positioned himself behind you, pressing his chest to your back as his arms meandered their way around your midsection. His angular chin found purchase between your neck and shoulder before he spoke.

“Baby girl, I knew you had that tattoo months and months ago. I had a feeling JK knew something about it because I remembered he had a very similar one to yours. I did ask him about it yesterday and he told me everything.”

His words vibrated against your collarbone as he spoke and without any warning, his hold on you tightened as he fell backwards against the couch, pulling you on top of him still with your back against his chest. Instinctually, feeling like you were going to fall, you threw your hands out in a feeble attempt to catch yourself, but you weren’t falling. Chan had a strong hold of you.

You let out a massive sigh, your chest pressing against the strength of Chan’s arms as you did before you broke the silence, “This is so fucking uncomfortable, Christopher.” You couldn’t help the exceptionally minuscule grin that began to creep its way through the hardened expression you were trying to maintain.

“Well, seeing you genuinely embarrassed over something you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about is uncomfortable to me, baby girl.” He stated plainly, like this was a fact you should’ve known from Day 1.

You turned your head towards his, which was now nestled into the spot between his neck and shoulder, your faces met briefly before you turned it back to look up at the ceiling, “God forbid.”

Chan’s embrace stiffened as he applied a bit more pressure to your midsection, causing you to yelp out a large puff of air.

The sound that emanated from you caused the both of you to erupt in your own fit of mindless cackling, “What kind of sound was that?!”

Chan couldn’t help the yell of a laugh that flew from him as he managed to sit the both of you up on his lap, your hands bracing on either sides of his arms at the rather uncoordinated effort. Successful, nonetheless.

“You squeezed the air out of me, Christopher!” You giggled, gently slapping the hand he had pressed against your abdomen.

“I am sorry, baby girl! You okay?” He peppered a few kisses against your shoulder before placing one on your cheek.

“I’m okay, Chris,” You paused as you wiggled your way off of his lap to sit next to him, though you left your legs draped over his knees, “You really got me going there for a second.”

He brushed a few stray hairs out of your face, placing a few behind your ear, “Well, you set it up pretty well, baby. Walked right into it, even.”

You rolled your eyes, not severely as last time and definitely lined with way more sarcasm that before, “Let me guess, it was JK’s idea?”

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Stray Kids Reaction (Hyung Line) - Finding you after/during an attempt - Part 2

A/N: I apologise in advance for any emotional response you might have to this. I promise there is fluff and happiness by the end!

I also apologise for the length, me and by beta for this one might have gotten a bit carried away (can you tell she’s Hyunjin biased?)

Hyung line: Part 1 - Part 2

Maknae line: Part 1 - Part 2

Bang Chan

"I'm so sorry," Chan said, bursting into your room the second the doctors told him he could.

"Wait, why are you sorry? I should be the one saying sorry."

"I wasn't there, and you needed me, that text you sent, I've should've been there sooner," he rambled. "I'd hate to be my own partner, I'm hardly ever there for you, I work so much, and then you asking if I'll be long clearly meant you needed me and I ignored it-"

"Christopher," you said sternly, cutting him off before he could get himself into more of a state. "If I hated how busy you were or thought you were a terrible partner, I wouldn't be dating you, that isn't what this is about."

"But if I'd been there sooner."

"Then it wouldn't have happened today. Or it might have happened later tonight, who knows," you explained. "I didn't do this because you didn't come to me immediately. I did this because I have depression, and the depression just got too much. I've been on the edge for a while and-"

"I tipped you over," Bang Chan finished for you, now sitting in a chair beside you and staring at his hands in his lap.

You reached out to take his hand. "No," you stated. "Please don't do this to yourself. When I'm in an episode-"

"I didn't even realise you were that bad, that's how little I'm there, I didn't even realise my girlfriend's mental health had declined."

"Please!" you shouted, "Please stop speaking for me, stop blaming yourself and just listen for a second. There's just- It's so hard to explain but the depression just weighs on you. There are no words for the feeling it brings over you, but whatever the feeling was I just needed it to stop. I didn't exactly want life to stop, I definitely didn't want to leave you or hurt you like this, but it's just so overwhelming.

"Channie, you are the best thing in my life and the last thing I want is for you to blame yourself or doubt how I feel about you," you tried to explain.

"You'd still probably be happier if you had more of my time," Chan pouted, unable to meet your gaze.

"I know you're a very busy guy, I knew that before we started dating. I just love whatever time you can spare," you assured him, before reaching out to pull him into your arms. "I'm so sorry, I never meant to add extra stress to your life."

"No, I'd rather you did," he replied, pulling back and finally properly looking at you. "I mean, if it gets this bad again, please tell me. I hate that I didn't know. And I know you said that me being there wouldn't have changed what happened, but if I'd known I'd still have been there more, or if I'm at the studio just working on songs you could come along or something. I still wish I had more time for you, you deserve it."

A small smile crept onto your face, "I love you, Channie."

"I love you, too," he smiled back, before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on to your lips. "Just please be more open with me about your depression, I just want help in any way I can.”

"Thank you," you told him, "I can definitely do that."

At your words Chan finally let go of the tension he had been holding ever since his first call to you went unanswered earlier today. You felt him slump against you as he pulled you into a tight embrace. Humming slightly as you squeezed him back Chan shut his eyes and rested his head on your shoulder.

“I love you so much,” he whispered in your ear.

“I love you more,” you replied as you tightened your grip on him.

“Not that this is a competition,” Chan pulled away looking down at you his smile filled with adoration. “But that’s definitely impossible.”

Lee Know

Lee Know was pacing back and forth in the corridor outside your room. He knew you were stable, but still, he just couldn't understand why this had happened. Riding with you in the ambulance, he'd got a moment of respite, however it also gave his mind time to wander. Now he was filled with an agitated energy, keeping him from sitting still to wait.

As soon as the doctor told him you could have visitors now, he wasted no time in joining you. Still filled with too much nervous energy to sit down.

"Hey, baby," you greeted him with an apologetic smile on your face.

Since coming to, you'd had time to think and were already regretting your actions.

"Y/n," he sighed, slightly relieved at seeing you sat up and alert. "What were you doing?" he then added, his frustration showing through. "I just don't understand. I know you have depression, and it can drive people to do things like this, but you have so much support. You have me, your family, your friends, even my family and friends. You have so many people you can turn to. Even if we can't help directly, we'd find someone who could for you."

He started pacing again running his hand through his hair. "We could get you different medication, some therapy, whatever it took. For fuck's sake, you are so loved. We love you. I love you so damn much.

"What did you think would happen to us if you'd succeeded? Did that ever cross your mind? What would I do without you? I'd be inconsolable."

You simply watched your boyfriend as he aimlessly wandered the room pouring his heart out to you. Sure, you knew he loved you and the two of you had shared plenty of soft tender moments together, but you'd never seen him this emotional. Hearing him sniff, you realised he was now crying.

"And worst of all, I hurt you," he sunk into the chair next to you, deflated. "I heard the crack, felt the moment your ribs gave out, and all I could do was keep pressing because if I didn't... I mean, you were..."

He was no longer able to talk, the exhaustion catching up again as the tears fell, sobs wracking his body.

"Minnie," you breathed out. "Min, I'm so sorry."

Even if you hadn't regretted it before, you definitely did now, watching your usually reserved boyfriend falling apart in front of you. The more you thought about it, the more you understood his sentiments. What were you doing? What did you hope to achieve here? You didn't want to leave Lee Know. As much as you realised he would have been upset by your actions, actually experiencing it yourself broke your heart.

You simply reached over to place a comforting hand on your boyfriends back as he sat slumped over, head in his hands. As he realised what you were doing he jumped up.

"Be careful," he snapped, taking your hand and gently placing it back in your lap. "You can't move too much... your ribs."

"If it hurt me, I wouldn't have done it," you pointed out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that, I just don't want you to be in anymore pain than you already are."

"I know, it's ok."

"It's not. I hurt you."

"Minho, you saved my life. Quite literally. Please stop apologising for that," you begged. "I should be the one apologising, I can't imagine what I've put you through today. I don't even know what I was doing. You asked me why; I can't tell you. I just know I wasn't thinking straight. I just felt..."

You were now starting to cry too, squeezing your boyfriend's hand as he continued to hold yours.

"Well, whatever it was I felt I didn't want to feel it anymore. I was so sick of not being in control of my own emotions, but I never wanted to hurt you."

"I didn't want to hurt you either."

"You didn't have a choice, Min! I'll never blame you for what happened, I need you to know that."

"I promise, I'll never hurt you again," he swore.

"I know, and I promise if I even get close to feeling this bad again, I'll talk to you."

Leaning over and placing a tender kiss on your forehead, Lee Know very gingerly wrapped his arms around you. You returned the gesture, both grateful and heartbroken at how tender and gentle he was being with you. You squeezed him back trying to let him know he didn’t have to be so gentle; he could never really hurt you.

"All I want is to live a happy life, with you" you sniffed.

"And I'll do everything I can to make sure that happens.”

Changbin

Changbin knew that right now he needed to be there for you, but his mind was all over the place. So many doubts, what ifs, and emotions. He was worried, naturally, and upset that your mental health had reached this point, but also angry. So very angry. After everything he had done, this was how the day was ending. You were his world, but you were also the one who tried to take that from him.

Knowing he was also going to need some support he'd called Chan, asking for him to meet you at the hospital.

Once you were safely inside a hospital room and doctors had checked you over, he was allowed in.

"Why?" he asked. "After the day we had together, why?"

"I guess I wanted to go out happy," you replied with a shrug.

"What? That's not- I don't-" you watched Changbin stutter.

He just couldn't comprehend how your brain had arrived at that conclusion, or how you could now talk about it so casually.

"What if I hadn't come back?" he eventually asked. "What then?"

"But you did," you pointed out.

You couldn't really answer with anything else. If he hadn't come back, then that was it, you hadn't really thought any further because you hadn't planned on being there.

"You do realise you be gone if I hadn't come back when I did?" he pressed.

"Yes," you replied, very slowly. "That was rather the point, Changbin."

There was a pause as he took in your words. "What?" he almost whispered.

Now shouting in frustration, you replied, "I said that was the point, Changbin. Did you think I didn't know what I was doing? I'm depressed, not stupid."

"Why would you want to leave me!?" Changbin raised his voice to match yours as he stood. "Jesus Christ, the only reason we're even talking right now is because I'd forgotten to give you your gift."

"Well, I told you not to waste your money on me," you bit back.

"Wait... Is that what that was? You were telling me not to spend money on you because you already knew you were going to...to..." he trailed off unable to finish his sentence as you nodded.

"It was such an amazing day; I just couldn't see how life was going to get any better-" you stopped abruptly as Changbin threw something down on your bed and stormed out of the room.

Luckily for Changbin, Bang Chan was already waiting outside your room having heard raised voices and deciding to hang back. Not knowing how to address the situation with his hyung Changbin began to make his way down the corridor.

"Bin, talk to me. What's happening?" asked the thoroughly confused leader, jogging to catch up.

"What's happening?" the younger snapped as he spun round. "What's happening is that after everything we've been through, everything I've done for her, Y/N has decided to give up!"

"Give up?" asked Chan. "Give up what?"

“Everything!” Changbin exploded arms outstretched, before all the emotions of the day hit him at once as he crumpled into himself and sank to the floor.

Without a moment's hesitation, Chan stepped forward, offering some physical comfort to the broken man in front of him.

"Why am I so angry?" Bin sobbed into his hyungs shoulder. "I love her, she needs me, and I just got mad."

"Because you love her," Bang Chan pointed out. "And you’re rightfully upset and scared. Look, Binnie, you're allowed to be angry right now. Wasn't today the big date?"

Changbin pulled away, wiping at his tears while nodding his head. "And then she still..."

"I know, it's ok," Chan reassured pulling him back in, "So, of course you're angry, but you need to try and put that to one side for now. Let's focus on Y/n and get her feeling better and maybe some professional help, yeah?"

Bin simply nodded against his hyung, his anger subsiding somewhat.

"Why don't you go back in, and just try to listen to her? I'll be right out here if you need."

Taking a deep breath, Changbin shakily stood up before venturing back down the corridor towards your room. He did his best to hide the fact he had been crying, then opened the door and stepped inside.

"I'm sorry," he said straight away, finding you pouting and playing with the ring he had all but thrown at you. "All I wanted to cheer you up and make things better for a while and it just seems like I made it worse."

"Binnie, this wasn't you, it's not like you have or haven't done something. I'm just broken in a way that you can't fix."

Changbin couldn’t help but wince at the way you were still speaking in such a matter-of-fact way. Like this was an inevitable outcome.

"I know, I'm sorry, I know this isn't something that either of us can help, but... I love you. Seeing you hurt, hurts me. So, I'm going to keep trying, keep making you smile, showing you how much good there is worth being here for."

You got slightly flustered at his words. In your experience, serious bouts of depression usually pushed people away, but here was this incredible man telling you he was going to fight it with you. You looked back down at the ring in your hands.

"This is beautiful," you told him.

"Does it fit?" he asked, taking it from you and perching on the edge of the bed next to you. "Perfect," he grinned when he managed to slide it on your finger with ease. "How great is your boyfriend?"

"He's really quite amazing," you smiled.

"I bought this for you as a promise ring, because I promise to stick with you through whatever. I need you to understand, you are it for me. You're my everything and all I wanted to do today was prove that."

"And you're it for me. But that’s just it Changbin. This is so wonderful, and I can’t bear to wait around for it to get worse."

"But why would-"

"Because it always does. I ruin things. Relationships, friendships, everything I touch. Sooner or later, I ruin everything and I'm alone once again."

"Not this time," he replied, glaring at you in a strangely loving way. "There's no getting rid of me now, baby."

You wrapped your arms around his waist as you snuggled into him.

"Thank you," you said, your words slightly muffled. "I'm so sorry for everything I put you through today, I can't imagine what this did to you and I'm sorry. I love you."

"I love you, too," he replied, one hand coming to run through your hair. "And we'll do what it takes to get through this. We'll find you the right help or meds, I promise. I just need you to promise to keep fighting for me."

You nodded and wriggled out of his grip to hold up the ring on your finger. "I promise.”

Hyunjin

Lee Know chuckled to himself when he saw Hyunjin’s name pop up on his phone.

He needs my help already? Y/n must be pissed! he thought to himself before answering.

“Ya pabo, why are you calling me right now? Did Y/n kick you out?” he teased.

“Hyung...” came Hyunjins broken reply.

“What's wrong?” Lee Know immediately sprang up from where he was sitting. “Hyunjin are you okay?”

“Hyung...” was all Hyunjin could manage to say before he broke down sobbing.

“Hyunjinie please, you need to tell me what's going on so I can help,” Lee Know begged. “Where are you? Please just tell me where you are and I’ll be there.”

Despite his pleas all that could be heard on the other end of the line were Hyunjins heart-wrenching cries. Lee Know kept trying to garner a response as he quickly made his way outside towards the car.

“Please. I just need to know where you are...”

Nothing.

“HYUNJIN!”

His hyungs desperate shout managed to startle Hyunjin back to reality for a moment.

“Hospital...” Hyunjins voice was barely above a whisper. “Can you... can you take me back... I need to go back to Y/n’s.”

Lee Knows relief at hearing a response was immediately erased by its content.

“Yes, I can take you there. I’m on my way now.” he reassured his dongsaeng before continuing, “What's going on? Is something wrong with y/n?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth Lee Know knew it was a mistake to ask, of course you weren’t alright, what else could have upset Hyunjin like this? As he feared, upon hearing your name Hyunjin broke down sobbing again unable to speak.

“It’s okay Hyunjin, you don’t need to say anything. I’m almost there, okay? It’s going to be okay,” Lee Know tried to reassure his dongsaeng as he sped towards whatever situation awaited him at the hospital.

Hyunjin had been standing frozen in the bathroom doorway since he climbed upstairs. Lee Know quickly assessed the situation before grabbing some cleaning supplies, Hyunjin had managed to relay most of what happened on the car ride over but seeing it first hand was still shocking.

“You go and fetch Y/n’s things for the hospital, I’ll clean up in here for you,” Lee Know suggested.

Hyunjin didn’t look away from the bathroom as he answered, “No, hyung, you grab their things; I need to clean this up.”

“Tell you what,” Lee Know responded realising Hyunjin wasn’t going to back down, “Why don’t we both clean up, it’ll be sorted out faster that way. Okay?”

Hyunjin nodded but pulled his hand away when his hyung tried to give it a reassuring squeeze. He didn’t want to be reassured, he just needed help sorting things out for you. That’s the only reason he needed Lee Know, to get him to and from the hospital. If he wanted someone to tell him everything was alright, that somehow this wasn’t all his fault, he would have called Bang Chan. But Hyunjin didn’t need someone to lie to him, he needed someone honest who would help him get things done.

Noting Hyunjin’s demeanour Lee Know started to wipe the floor, trying not to think about how much blood was now staining your white tiles. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hyunjin head over and unplug the bath tub, watched him stand and stare at the water as it drained away. Giving him some more privacy, Lee Know turned around and began scrubbing the floor more vigorously, determined to remove any remnants of the day's awful events.

Once he was satisfied that you could no longer detect any trace of red Lee Know stood up and turned around to see what else needed doing. He was concerned to find Hyunjin still standing by the bath, still as a statue.

“Hyunjin, if it’s too much I can...” he stopped abruptly as he moved closer and saw what his dongsaeng was holding.

“This is from my shaving set.” Hyunjin turned to face his hyung with tears in his eyes. “It’s all my fault, isn't it?”

Wordlessly Lee Know took the blade from Hyunjin and threw it in the bin before enveloping Hyunjin in his arms.

“This is no one's fault Hyunjin, sometimes these things just happen. But we can work-”

“No!” Hyunjin cried out pulling away, “This is my fault. I know it is you don’t need to lie to me. I’m a terrible person, I pushed her away I did this, I-”

Hyunjin was cut off as Lee Know grabbed each side of his face, made him look into his eyes and slowly insisted, “This. Was. Not. Your. Fault.”

“But I-”

“No.” Lee Know was not about to let Hyunjin keep this up. “You love Y/n and she loves you. She has depression Hyunjin, that’s it. Nothing you’ve done or could have done has caused this. She needs professional help and she needs you.”

“She hates me.”

“No.”

“Well, she should hate me, I’m selfish and petty and stubborn and I didn’t even realise she felt this bad,” Hyunjin hung his head low tears pouring from his eyes. “I was so caught up in self-pity and I felt so frustrated. Hyung, she was in here slipping away and I told her she was annoying.”

“Hyun, you were frustrated and you didn’t know-”

“I should have known!” Hyunjin shouted backing away, “I should have been someone she could confide in.” As his back hit the wall Hyunjin crumpled down onto the floor. “I should have let her know how much I love her.”

Lee Know sighed before sitting next to his broken dongsaeng, “Go pack a bag for her. Now. I’ll clean up once you're back at hospital. You need to talk to Y/n.”

Once again Hyunjin found himself frozen in a doorway. He could see you through the glass panel in the door, sitting up in bed staring out the window. Even with your back to him he could see how pale you still looked; his heart clenched in his chest. Just as he was about to turn around and walk away you looked towards him, your eyes lighting up as they met his. Taking in a deep shaky breath Hyunjin opened the door and stepped inside.

“Jinnie-” you began.

“Jagi,” his voice cracked as he interrupted you, “I’m so sorry... I- I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”

You tilted you head confused, “You shouldn’t have said you love me?”

“What?! NO!” you boyfriend looked up startled, “I- I called you annoying, I said you didn’t know anything, I was such a terrible boyfriend I-”

“You love me, I’m not annoying, I’m yours and you love me.” You looked your boyfriend directly in his eyes as you repeated the words you heard before you passed out. “I love you too Jinnie.”

Hyunjin didn’t know what to do, he didn’t understand what you were saying.

“But I... we were fighting and I... and then you,” Hyunjin was struggling to control his breathing as he tried to explain to you why you should hate him. “I was so horrible... and I... I made you-”

“No.” You didn’t like the sound of what Hyunjin was saying, it seemed like he was blaming himself for what you did. “If you’re thinking this was because of something you-”

“You don’t need to lie to me!” You faltered at Hyunjins outburst. “I know. I know I’m a terrible person. I don’t deserve you and I made you miserable and I... I made you want to-”

“Hwang Hyunjin!” you leaned forward and grabbed you boyfriend’s hands in your own, squeezing tighter and tighter until he looked into your eyes. “I have depression Hyunjin. Not because of you, not because of anything. It’s an illness, this makes as much sense as if you were saying you could give someone asthma.”

“But I-”

“Stop. I need you to listen to me, really listen to me. Can you do that for me Jinnie?”

“I’d do anything for you Y/n,” Hyunjin whispered looking away from your penetrating stare.

Not letting him escape your gaze you lowered you head and began, “I love you. You make me happy; you make me feel whole for a little while. Yes, we fight and sometimes we annoy each other,” you smiled gently at him as he raised his gaze at your words. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. And my depression... my depression is something entirely separate from all of that. It's like an all-consuming fog, or maybe like a haze, it's difficult to put into words Jinnie, but I need you to understand that my decision earlier had nothing to do with you. I’m not lying to you; I would never lie to you. I felt like I was trapped or like something was pushing down on me... no that’s not right, I... I just felt like I had to... I had to stop feeling like that... I didn’t want to leave... Please you have to believe me... I just needed-”

You’re cut off from finishing as Hyunjin pulls you into the biggest hug. Shushing you gently, he strokes the back of your head as you break down in his arms. You stay like that for a while Hyunjin rocks you slowly kissing the top of your head as you sob into him. You only break away when you feel his tears fall on your hair.

“Don’t cry Jinnie,” you smile through your tears as you wipe away his. “I’m sorry for putting you through all this.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. I just want you to be okay.” He turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand.

“I know you do. I want to be okay too. I’ve spoken to the doctors; we have a plan and I’m not going to stop fighting,” you reassure your boyfriend. “I’m going to get through this, but I need you to accept that you’re not to blame, for any of this. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You sigh with relief as your boyfriend agrees with you, settling deeper into his embrace. You spend a quiet moment before Hyunjin takes a deep breath in.

“But still, I’ll try to-”

“Don't make me full name you again! Pabo.” You look up from his chest, “My boyfriend is absolutely perfect as he is, if you keep on being mean to him, we’re going to have a problem.”

Hyunjin can't help the smile that slowly spreads across his face as you try your hardest to look intimidating. You melt as soon as you see that smile, a real genuine smile that tells you everything is going to be okay so long as you’re together. Only then do you notice how exhausted he looks.

“Jinnie, you need to rest.”

“I’m not leaving your side!” Hyunjin looks at you in a panic. “I’m fine really, I’m staying right here.”

“You look a complete mess,” you gently tease reaching up to ruffle his frenzied hair.

“I never look a mess; you’ve told me many times before I’m far too beautiful,” he teased back pulling you into his arms once again, “Besides you're the one who should be resting now. Oh, I know!”

Before you can ask for an explanation Hyunjin pulls away from your hug, lightly kissing your pouting lips as he clambers next to you on the bed.

“We can both get some rest now!”

You can’t help laughing at the adorable man now squeezed up beside you.

“I don’t think these beds are made for two you know! What if one of us falls off?”

“Nonsense, we’ll fit perfectly well if you snuggle just a little closer, I’ll keep you safe.”

“I know.”