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Channie 🖤
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Physiotherapy and coconut oil.
Just a thought on this
Pairing: idol!Chan x fem!reader.
Genre: fluff, crack maybe??, friends/co-workers to?
Warnings: make out session, half naked Chan?????, mention of handjob, handjob, mention of anger issues, dry humping, mention of food and alcohol, mention of dom!chan, sub!chan, softdom!reader, let me know if I miss something. DO NOT USE COCONUT OIL ON YOUR PRIVATE AREAS!!
Author note: we need to talk about this outfit, I know that I'm late but bro, look at him, his stupid boobs, and arms, and abs? I'm on my knees, hair in a ponytail, ready to do my job. why? because I'm a whore for this man, also his physiotherapist is lucky as fuck, I mean he or she or they can touch this man, without anything on...I’m too tired and lazy so not proofread
(the recipe of the pasta mentioned in the story is here especially for my vegetarian and lactose free friends 💅🏼)
Also fun fact: being a physiotherapist is my dream job and this makes me way too much delulu.
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I’m so insecure about my English, as I said it’s not my first language and I’m always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that, so if you find mistakes please let me know, I’ll be thankful and also my English will improve!
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As always requests are open!💘
A knock from the door of your little studio call your attention
“C’mon in, the door is open”
You say, closing your laptop to pay attention to him
A head covered with a black beanie and a smile with a pair of dimples appeared at your door.
“Hello, my beautiful, amazing wonderful y/n, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and-“
“What did you do?”
You cut him off
He close the door behind his back
“Let’s say that hypothetically I went to the gym”
He sits right in front of you
“Mh, you do it every day, what’s the problem?”
He giggles a little
“You know last time that we saw each other?”
He asks
“Yeah, umh Wednesday?”
“Mhmh, and what you did to me?”
“The-what? The usual massage? Back, neck, thigh, basically the whole body”
“Exactly, and you know that I was mad because of that little thing that I won't bring it up again?”
“Yes, what’s the problem Chan? I have a lot of things to do”
“Iwenttothegymrightafteroursession”
“Excuse me, what?”
You asked confused
“I-uh- don’t get mad please, you know that I love you, we are friends right? Your hair looks pretty today”
You look at him, raising your eyebrows waiting for the real answer
“I went to the gym, right after our session, and I lifted a couple weights, and umh- I heard a crack on my neck, but now everything hurts, so can you please fix me?”
“YOU DID WHAT?”
you raise your voice
“I’m sorry I was mad”
“Christopher”
You say
“Not the government name please, you scare the shit out of me when you call me ChRiStoPheR. And I know okay? You have all the rights to be mad at me, I’m sorry, but I was about to explode, my options were the gym or the big boss face”
“Take off your shirt”
You sight
“I love when you say that”
“Shut up, before I punch you in the face”
You say
“Rude”
He says
“Stupid”
You stand up and search on the little cabinet everything you need for the massage
“I’m sorry”
He looks at you
“It’s okay Chan. But when I tell you to rest after our sessions it’s because I mean it, it’s part of the healing process. Even Changbin listens to me, and you, more than me know that he’s a gym rat.”
“I know, I’m sorry I was just-“
“Overwhelmed?"
“Yes”
He says taking off his shirt
“You know that you can talk to me right? I’m not just here to fix y’all muscles, I’m a friend. You can call me, anytime, you say “y/n I had a bad day can we talk?”. 5 minutes walk and I’m at your dorm, and you know it Channie.”
Your tone is sweeter now
“It was three in the morning y/n, I- I didn’t want to wake you up, I’m a man, I can’t-“
“So sweet of you to think that I sleep at three. and Channie yes, you’re a man and you’re human and as a human you have emotions, it’s okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes or mad, sad, angry, emotionless, it’s totally fine, if you feel like you're about to explode than you need to talk"
He looks at you, silently
"you can call, or FaceTime me if you don't want me around, we don't need to talk about what's upsetting you, but you can't be alone with your thoughts"
"didn't know that you were this sweet you know?"
"I'm not sweet"
"mhmm, you're right you're more like a mom"
he smiles at you
“What? I’m younger than you”
“Meh, just a couple of years”
He says smiling
“C’mon, don’t stare at me like a little puppy, and put away the damn dimples, with those abs you look everything but cute”
“Oh yeah?”
“Shut up and lay on your stomach”
“Mhhhh, okay okay”
He lays down, giving a full view of his back, wider than when the two of you met, if you had him as a friend with benefits (for your studies of course) during your anatomy exam, you would probably have had the best score of the class.
As soon as your hands touch his back he twitches
“Ah fuck”
“I barely touched you”
You say
“Your hands are fucking cold y/n, where did you keep them inside the freezer?”
“God, you scared me. Don’t be a pussy, they will warm up, I promise”
You say touching him again
“Mhhhhh -he cries- usually you don’t have cold hands”
He says
“Because you’re the last one that I treat, I.N always get my cold hands, and he got used to it”
“Oh poor I.N, he-ah he has-ah to get through this”
“Stop whimpering”
“I’m not whimpering”
“Yes, you are”
“No, I’m-ah not”
“See, you’re a whimper man”
You say massaging the lower part of his back
"I'm not-ah-fuck"
"next time, if I say that you have to rest, go home, take a warm shower, eat something, and go to bed, you're lucky that you don't have a fever"
you slap his back
"aah what's wrong with you?"
"you're an asshole, and you act like a child"
you slap him again
"stop slapping me"
he says sitting down on the small massage bed
"no"
you slap him again
"oh my god stop it"
"no - you slap his chest - you know that you could've hurt your self huh? you and your stupid anger issues - you slap once again - what you were trying to gain to stupid bitch?"
"stop slapping me"
he says blocking your wrists
"I said I'm sorry, next time if I'll feel overwhelmed I'll call you okay? just bring soju with you"
"soju? wanna get drunk?"
you ask trying to escape from his grip
"fuck yes, I need to get drunk"
"I'll buy soju on my way home and you can come over okay?"
"you’re inviting me in your house?"
he asks, caressing your wrists with his thumb
"yeah, you know no boys around so we can talk freely, and I'll make dinner"
"mh...okay then"
he says smiling, showing once again his stupid dimples
"now, let me finish my job okay? go home, take a warm shower and then come over"
"okay mom"
"don't"
you try to hide a smile
"now lay down"
he stares at you
"please?"
you say, and this bitch lays down, just because you said please? fuck it's going to be looong night
"try not to whimper this time okay?"
you whisper near his hear
"I'll try, ma'am"
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you just got out of the shower when you hear the doorbell
"SHIT, WAIT GIVE ME A SECOND"
you scream, trying to dress yourself as fast as you can, not thinking about who's your guest, but honestly you don't give a fuck, you're in your own house and it's summer, that's what you think trying to justify your shorts and tank top
"Hi Channie, I'm sorry I made you wait, come in"
"Oh, Hei no worries it's my fault, I should've texted you"
he says taking off his shoes before getting inside
"I wouldn't answered you, my phone died at work, and I was so late that the moment I came home, I prepared the sauce for the pasta and I jumped into the shower"
"no worries -he giggles- wanna help with dinner while you dry your hair?”
"oh no, stay away from my kitchen, set the table and open the red wine that you find in the counter"
"yes ma'am"
he says
"damn, this wine looks good where did you get it?"
"oh-my mom send a bunch of stuff from Italy to me, so I don't get homesick"
you say stirring the sauce
"stuff like alcohol?"
"yes, and food"
you laugh
"sooo much food, the best that I can do is sharing, you know sharing is caring"
"and what are you making tonight?"
he says looking over your shoulders
"mh, pasta all'arrabbiata"
"i have no idea of what it is but sounds good, also I've never heard you talking in italian, sounds sexy"
"CHAN"
"WHAT"
"stop it"
you say turning towards him
"what I'm not doing anything"
"you're flirting"
you say
"flirting? I don't know what flirting is"
he says with a smile on his face
"oh put those dimples away"
you say turning to the kitchen counter, checking if the pasta is ready, or maybe you don't want to show him your cheeks getting redder
"we can sit, while we wait for the pasta”
you say walking towards him
“wanna a glass of wine?"
"please, yes"
you say almost disparately, he pours two BIG glasses of wine
"cheers, to the best physiotherapist ever"
"to the most stubborn person I know, who can't listen"
you say looking him in the eyes
"cheers Chan"
"cheers y/n"
"so you think I'm stubborn huh?"
"oh yeah, definitely"
"why?"
he asks sipping his wine
"why what? why I think you're a stubborn?"
he nods
"you don't listen to people who care about you? and you do almost everything without thinking? and you think you're invicible, you try to keep everything on your shoulders forgetting that you're a human? mh yes, you're a stubborn"
"damn, you can't lie huh?"
"nope"
you say sipping some wine
"can I check the pasta or you're going to kill me?"
"no, I'll check it, in my house guests don't make dinner"
"mh, can I come here more often?"
he asks giggling
"of course, the door is always open for you...I mean you guys, you know, you and the boys, all of them"
you get up, slapping mentally your face
what the fuck y/n behave yourself, he's just a friend. A hot one tho, but just a friend.
thanks God the pasta is ready, you mix it with the sauce and then pour it in two plates
"here we go"
you say sitting next to Chan, he waits for you, and after you take the first bite, he starts eating with you
“You need something else?”
"absholutely noth, thish ish perfect"
he says with his mouth full of pasta, you smile at this sight of him, without his working dark aura. People says that he's scary as fuck when he's working, and they mean it, he change completely, especially when he is in the studio, it's like an alter ego (we can call it Christopher yeah)
"so...you like it?"
you ask taking a bite a food
"yesh -he swallows- I want you to come at the dorm and cook for me...I mean us everyday, oh you should do a cooking competition with Lee Know, I would probably die because the good food but it would be a great death"
you laugh
"it's called food coma"
"really?"
he asks
"mhmm, try my nonna's food then we can talk about food coma"
"nonna is...?"
"oh, my grandma, she is a great chef"
"then I have to meet her"
he says finishing his plate
"in order to meet her you have to go to Italy, also she doesn't speak a word of English or Korean so you have to learn Italian"
"for good food? I'll do everything. You can be my teacher, I'm sure that you know how to speak it"
"me? your teacher?"
"yes"
"why me?"
"because you can speak Italian and I want to spend more time with you"
you choke on wine
"you what?"
you try to speak between the cough
"you okay?"
he asks patting gently your back
"yes, I'm okay, thanks.
You really mean it?"
you ask
"what?"
"that you want to spend more time with me"
"yes, and I don't mean at the studio. I want to know you better as a friend, as a person"
"fuck Chan"
you get up, taking both of the plates to wash it
"fuck Chan what?"
he follows you at the sink
"we can't, you-you can't know me better"
"why not?"
he asks shrugging his shoulders
"because-I can't"
"mh? you have a boyfriend in Italy?"
"no"
"then why I can't know you better?"
"my...my contract, I signed a contract when the company hired me"
"and?"
he asks
"I can't have anything with my patients, and you're one of them"
you say looking at him
"where is the problem? -he asks- we're not at the company, we're just two friends who had dinner together, with some wine"
he says getting closer to you
"Chan please...don't"
"what? I'm not doing anything"
he says
"I know, it's me, I'm the problem, I don't know if I can contain my self right now, not after what you said"
"then do it, don't contain your self"
"this-you move your hands between your bodies-won't happened ever again"
"I can't make this promise"
he traps you with his arms between his body and the sink
"fuck Chan"
you say before kissing him on the lips, they’re so soft and you fucking knew it.
“We shouldn’t do that”
You say in between the kisses
“Shut up”
He says lifting you up, your legs locked behind his back
“Fuck-fuck-fuck it’s cold”
You say when your ass touch the marble of the kitchen counter, he giggling in your lips. Hands on his curls, pulling almost too roughly but he doesn’t seem to mind it
“That’s the revenge for the massage with your stupid cold hands”
“Yeah? If this the revenge that i get I’ll switch your turn with I.N so you’ll have my cold hands on your body everyday”
You say kissing his neck, way too roughly, biting and sucking his soft skin. For sure he’s going to have marks all over his neck tomorrow, but there’s make up to cover it up right?
“Sofa, please”
You say looking in his eyes
“Fuck I love when you beg, it turns me on”
He says picking up by your thighs, walking to the small sofa in your living room.
“You get turned on easily huh?”
“Shut up, I bet that you’re wet since I came into your house”
He says sitting on the couch, your legs on each side of him
“I’m always wet when your around”
“Yeah? So many lost opportunities for my dick”
He says pouting, placing his hands on your ass
“None of my business”
You say smiling, kissing his lips again and again, his tongue sliding inside your mouth, so gently and sweet, he taste like good wine, and you feel you can almost get drunk just with his tongue (maybe you’re already are)
“Stop grinding on my dick or i will fuck you in this small sofa”
“Such a dirty mouth Christopher”
You say grinding on him once more
“Mmhph please don’t use that name”
“Why not whimper man?”
You say placing your hands on his abs
“Your accent, I don’t know it’s just, I don’t know”
“Wow, you have clear ideas”
You laugh getting more comfortable on his lap, even if there’s something hard hat almost bothers you.
“You know what I’ve been thinking the whole day? At the studio, in the shower, even while I was in the car to come here”
“What?”
“Your hands, and that thing that you said to me”
“Mh?”
You’re confused, trying to understand what his talking about
“Your handjobs”
“Ooooh that, why? I mean it’s just a handjob”
You say shrugging your shoulders
“Yeah but why they’re so special?”
“Oh you wanna know the key huh?”
He nods looking at you
“My job”
“They teach you how to do-“
“Nonono”
You laugh shaking your hands
“Because of my job I have to use a lot of massage oil, coconut oil and stuff like that, so my hands are soft”
“Oooh so that’s the key”
“Yeah, some love, and coconut oil or lube”
“So that’s why you smell like coconut”
You laugh
“Yes, but I have a question”
“What’s up?”
He asks
“Wanna try?”
“What?”
You look at him
“Oooh that? I-I mean if you want to”
“I’m asking for your consent Chris, I’ve teased you enough today”
You laugh
“You think? I’ve been hard the whole day, my balls might be turned blue, so it’s a yes”
“Give me a second okay?”
You leave a kiss on his lips and go to your bed room searching for the coconut oil (that of course it’s in your bed side table for scientific purposes👀) you glance quickly your self in the mirror and you’re a mess, but don’t mind it.
“Here I am”
You say, sitting once again on his lap
“Let me warm you up a little more yeah?”
You say kissing his lips way more roughly than the first time, and a moan slips into your mouth
“Here you are my favorite whimper boy”
You say grinding your hips on him
“Mhhphf, I’m not whimpering, it’s just that- it’s the first time that someone - I’m the one who’s on top usually”
“Uuuh we have a dom here mh? Interesting, but let me be the one in control tonight yeah?”
“Please…y/n it hurts please do something”
He says in a desperate tone, kissing you so roughly that your lips are going to be swollen tomorrow
You work with his pants, taking out his warm and hard cock, that is leaking pre-cum liquid
“So needy”
You look at him in the eyes, you open the little jar and squeeze it a couple of drops drop in your dominant hand
“Can I?”
“Yes, please y/n please”
You slowly trace you fingertips around the head of his dick, spreading the pre cum liquid, making his dick slippery.
You wrap your hand around his dick, stroking it up and down so slowly that he looks so desperate.
“God- Please move, this is so frustrating”
He says placing his hands on top of yours
“Ah-ah put this hands behind your back, you can’t touch it”
“But it’s my cock”
He says arguing
“You have two options, you can place your hands behind you back and let me do my job, or I can tie you up so can’t move at all”
You say still stroking his dick
“No, no okay, I’ll put them behind my back”
“Such a good boy”
You kiss his lips, a deep moan sleeping out of his mouth. You place your hand on the base of his dick, using a tighter grip then before, moving it up and down paying attention to his head and to the most sensitive part of it.
“Mhhphf-fuck”
You keep moving your hand on him, and you know that he’s close by the way he move his body, the way he breathe, and the way he’s looking at you, his hands on your ass has a tighter grip now
��Fuck, I’m about to cum, please, please don’t stop.”
And of course you don’t stop, you already played too much with him, you stroke his cock faster now and he cums, a warm load of white and thick liquid running down his dick. You lick your fingers smiling, his head resting on your shoulder.
“Fuck”
He giggles
“What-who are you? Jesus Christ I’m-”
You giggle with him
“Now I’ll have a boner every time you treat me at the studio, you and your stupid coconut oil”
You laugh louder now, knowing that it’s not a joke.
“You laughing at me?”
He asks looking at you
“Yeah, maybe”
You shrug your shoulders
“Right…let me see if you can handle Christopher, yeah?”
He gets up, picking you up on one of his shoulders
“Waaaaa, what does this mean? Chaaaaan put me down”
“Ahah, Chan is not available at the moment call him later”
He says picking up that stupid coconut oil and walking away from the couch
“Now, tell me where is your bed room”
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A/N: I think this is my first real smut, uhm this is so embarrassing, imma eclisse my self bye love you
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Mans Chan's Best Friend: Part One
Plot: Chan makes a furry new friend when on the walk in the park, and he can't keep his eyes off their owner.
-Part Two-
Pairing: Christopher/Bang Chan x Gn!Reader
-Meet-Cute Series-
Words: 1.3k; it came out so much shorter than I wanted 😩
Your anxieties began to lessen as you noticed the lack of people in the park today. You had feared Cocoa might get to overwhelmed with crowds or strange dogs on his first walk in public. Luckily, you seemed to pick a good time when here were few people out.
As Cocoa sniffed and inspected every tree, bench and trashcan you came across, you breathed in the fresh air. Looking around, your eyes landed on someone walking your direction.
Even from a distance you could tell he was attractive. You slowed your pace a bit as he walked closer, he seemed to be distracted by something across the street. You took the opportunity to shamelessly check him out as he got closer, before you looked back at Cocoa.
Cocoa, seemed to notice the stranger at this moment as he suddenly darted towards him. Your heart spiked a bit as you called out to him.
"Cocoa no!"
Chris's attention was taken from the shop across the street as he heard a voice call out. Looking back he saw a small brown dog run up to him.
He immediately grinned at the sight, always happy to be approached by a cute dog. Before he knew it, the small dog was running around Chris's legs furiously sniffing him as the leash tied him up.
Chris let out a chuckle as your embarrassed voice spoke up, stealing Chris's attention.
"I'm so sorry! Cocoa, no, stop!"
As Chris looked up at you, he felt his heart skip a beat as he froze. He hadn't really noticed you until this moment as you were only a foot away, trying desperately to free him from your dogs snare.
Your eyes met the mans and you felt your face heat up. Your eyes remained locked in stillness for a moment. He was even more attractive up close. Why was it always the attractive ones that saw you in an embarrassing situations? You cursed your luck as you apologized again.
"Uh- I'm really sorry, this is his first walk out in public" You laughed awkwardly as you pulled your eyes away from his, your heart hammering in your chest.
Chris giggled, his eyes not leaving your face, "It's okay, really!"
"Let me just- sorry" You began to circle around him, untying yourself and Cocoa from him as Cocoa wagged is tail relentlessly as he tried to get the man's attention.
Chris smiled gleefully at the situation as he watched you try to free him from your dog's leash. You were clearly embarrassed by the situation, but Chris couldn't help but chuckle.
Not only was your dog adorable, but you were pretty cute yourself. And Chris only thought it more as he watched you.
As you ended up circling him a few times, only for Cocoa to do the same, leaving Chris still entangled, he giggled.
"Here, let me." he said softly as he reached for the leash.
You handed it to him, while pretending the way his hands brushed your's didn't send your heart into a flurry.
Chris giggled at the puppy's excited behavior as he untangled himself from the leash.
"There we go!" he said cheerfully as he handed the leash back to you.
You whispered a thank you as you smiled bashfully at him.
He grinned at you as he crouched down, petting Cocoa "You're a little menace aren't you?"
You were surprised by his accent, but found it even more attractive. He looked up at you "What's his name?"
"Oh, Cocoa!"
He smiled "Cocoa, cute!"
As he pet Cocoa, you found yourself admiring him again. He seemed nice, and you were glad he didn't get upset about Cocoa's behavior.
"You remind me of my dog Berry" Chris said as he continued to pet Cocoa, his voice a higher pitch than normal, making you smile at you watched him.
"Berry?" You asked softly, hoping to kill some of your awkardnes.
He nodded as he looked over at you momentarily "Yeah, he's back in Australia though so I don't get to see him often."
You nodded sympathetically "That must be hard."
He nodded softly "It can be." looking back at you he grinned, and you felt your stomach swirl. "I'm Chris."
"Oh, I'm Y/n."
He stood up, and wiped his hands on his pants before reaching out his hand for you to take. You shook it with a shy smile as he continued to smile brightly at you.
"Is he the first dog you've had?"
"Yes and no" you chuckled "The first dog I've had on my own. I had dogs growing up though."
He nodded in understanding "Puppy's can be a lot of work that's for sure."
"I'm beginning to understand that. Sorry again by the way, I was...distracted when he ran up to you, I should have stopped him sooner."
He lifted his hands dismissively "Don't worry about it, it was a nice surprise actually."
You nodded your head, feeling your shyness begin to take hold again as you looked down at Cocoa, who had now found something interested in a patch of grass.
Chris seemed to notice your shyness, and as cute as he thought it was, he feared you might be preparing to run off.
He cleared his throat "So, I walk in the park a lot and I've never seen you before, are you new to the area?" he asked genuinely curious, and hopeful that this might not be just a one time meeting.
"I've been here a while actually, I just never really came to this park much." you looked down at Cocoa "But now I have a reason too"
"So you'll be coming more often then?"
You nodded, wondering why he was so interested, as your stomach did flips. Was he interested in you? Or just Cocoa?
"Good good." He said with a grin "So maybe I'll see you and Cocoa again?"
You smiled, feeling your neck and face heat up "Probably, yeah. I was planning on coming most days when I'm not at work."
Chris nodded, trying to act nonchalant, but failing miserably when he scratched th back of his neck "What times- I mean, I uh- the park is usually really nice around this time every day, and the evening, those are when I often walk around. And uh, when I would recommend you come out."
You smiled, noting his awkwardness as you accepted that it was you he was in fact interested in.
"I think this time every day works. But, uh, what time in the evenings would you suggest? In case, I can't come out at this time." you asked casually.
"Oh, uhm, around five. It's not too late, but most people are at home after work, relaxing."
You nodded "Five is a good time. I think I might try it out, see how Cocoa likes it."
Chris nodded, trying to repress a smile "Good, yeah."
He cleared his throat again before he noticed the time on his watch. His heart jumped a bit as he realized he was running late.
You noticed the look on his face as he checked his watch "Late?"
He looked up at you and smiled before nodding "I should go"
Reaching down as he pet Cocoa he looked back to you and smiled "So...if, by chance, I ran into you tomorrow again, around five...would you mind be tagging along for your walk?"
You smiled as you shuffled on your feet shyly "I wouldn't mind."
He grinned and nodded "Good." he began to walk backwards "See you then, well, I mean if-"
"If you, are by chance here at five?"
He let out a laugh "Yeah."
You nodded and giggled "Yeah, okay. See you then. Maybe."
He grinned and turned to leave after chuckling "Bye."
As he walked off, he looked back at you once before he left the park, a smile still present on his face.
You grinned to yourself as you looked down at Cocoa. "What are you my wingman or something?"
xx End xx
Sorry for the abrupt ending but I suck at them lmao. I hope you liked it~
-Part Two-
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Going Home
Word Count: 2k
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader
Requested: No.
Part 2
Summary: Chan and Y/n get into a fight, causing one of them to leave.
Warnings / Contains: Language; toxic behaviour.
A/N: The way I write this shit but I'd never act like this irl lmao...I'd like to believe I'd be a lot healthier about it but hey, do it for the angst amirite? Enjoy! 💗
You come home and take your shoes off at the door of your apartment, feeling defeated after yet another shitty day at work. The past month has been hell - work has been so hectic and insane and you barely got a breather. To make things worse, Chan was having his own struggles too, and you hardly had time for each other...which you thought would have made the little time you spent together more special, but it just felt strained. It was getting late, and you desperately needed a hot bath and a meal. The first proper one of the day - that muffin from the morning did a good job sustaining you, but you really really needed something more.
You walked in to the kitchen to find Chan sitting at the table with takeout - God, you completely forgot.
"Channie, hi. Fuck! I'm so sorry, baby. Work finished later than planned and I completely forgot and...are you mad?"
He gave you a tight smile. "It's okay, y/n. I know how things are. The food is cold now though...we should warm it up."
You sighed and sat down at the table. "I feel like shit, Chan. I really am sorry. Why didn't you eat without me?"
"You know I'd never do that," Chan says. "Hey, you're here now. Let's just eat, okay?"
You have a feeling he's trying to appear less hurt than he is, but you dish out the food anyway for both of you and heat it up. You eat together in silence, trying to ignore the slight tension in the air. Afterwards, you get up to wash the dishes and Chan finally speaks up.
"How was your day?"
You can tell he's trying to ignore the tension in the room and move past it, so you do your best to do the same, while remaining as honest as possible.
You sigh. "It was shit. Again."
"I'm sorry," Chan replies.
"It's okay. Not your fault. Anyway. I'm gonna go shower, okay?"
He clears his throat. "Yeah, sure. Let me know if you need anything."
You kiss his cheek and make your way to the bathroom.
-
When you get into bed, Chan is turned the other way, already asleep...or so you think. You switch the bedside light off and turn to sleep too. It's silent for a while until Chan turns over and runs a hand down your side, stopping at your hip. He presses against you then, and you feel exactly why he's still awake. But after the shitty day - no, month - that you've had, you just don't have it in you. You ignore it, and act like you're asleep. Maybe not the healthiest move, but you're too exhausted to think about it too much.
"Baby?" Chan whispers. "You awake?"
"No," you reply.
He sighs then and flops onto his back, letting out a sigh of defeat. After a few moments, he shakes your arm and then turns to put his bedside light on.
"Y/n, can we talk?" he asks, tone firmer than usual.
"Can it wait?"
"No, no I don't think it can."
You sit up then.
"What going on with us?" he finally asks after weeks of wondering.
"What do you mean?" you ask, knowing but wanting him to elaborate more.
"You mean you haven't noticed? God, we haven't talked in ages. I mean a real conversation. Everything always feels like a string is about to snap...the constant tension...I can't stand it. I don't even know what's happening." It's as though a valve opened, and now everything is pouring out. "Look...you're busy, I get that. But I am too - yet I'm trying, y/n. It feels like you aren't. You come home late. You never come by me anymore...not to the studio, not to my place. It's been what, a month? Maybe more? It feels like more. We don't talk, we don't touch...when's the last time we even had sex? It's like you don't want to even touch me anymore. I don't know if I did something but I don't know what to do anymore. I'm trying...and it feels...it feels like you aren't. Like you haven't been for a while."
He waits for your response, and you feel tears pricking the back of your eyes. Which makes you frustrated...which makes you angry.
"What the fuck do you want me to do, Chris?!"
He's taken aback by your sudden burst of anger.
"I'm tired. Okay? I'm fucking exhausted. I-I don't even know what to do myself. I barely sleep. Or eat. I'm stressed all the time. I feel like I don't even have time for myself let alone you and now what, it's my fault? Fuck this."
You get up from bed and leave the room. Chan sits for a while in stunned silence. What just happened? Fuck it, he's pissed too now.
He follows after you. "Really, y/n? You're gonna take this shit out on me? I'm trying to help us - get us out of whatever the fuck you got us into - and you what, just explode on me? I'm trying to fix us!"
"And what if you can't, Chris?! What if this can't be fixed?"
He looks at you like you just cussed him in 3 different languages. "You really think that?"
"Fucking maybe!"
He laughs a humourless laugh and then shakes his head at you.
"That's all I needed to hear. Fuck this."
He grabs his keys and slips on his shoes, slamming the door behind him and leaving you alone in the dark flat, the tears finally falling down your cheeks.
-
It's been hours and you still can't sleep. You sob thinking about your fight with Chan; about what you said; what you insinuated. Was it really beyond fixing? You think about what Chan said. He's right...you haven't been making time for him. You haven't spoken the way you used to in what feels like a while. You haven't touched each other lovingly or sexually in a minute and you've ignored his every advance. And he had been trying...Chan was just as stressed out. His deadlines were all coming up and he was suffering with writer's block and he had an appearance soon and the Kids were behind and and and. Yet he still made time for you. Even if it was small. He still came to your place almost every night, even if it was after you fell asleep. He still made sure you ate and he checked in when he could and he always tried to act like things were okay, even if they weren't. He never wanted to add onto your stress. God. You were a dick. You don't deserve him, you think, crying harder. And the cherry on top? In a few days, you'll finally have a break. So much for that now.
-
It's been 3 heartaching days since the fight with Chan. You haven't spoken in that time, but you can't say it's his fault. The day after, neither of you spoke. The next day, he sent you a message. "Can we talk?" You ignored it. He called that same night, but you declined. He got the message. The third day, he called 4 times. You ignored all the calls. You knew what you had to do.
At 4am that morning, you woke up and started getting ready. You got out of the shower and dressed, hair still wet, when you heard urgent knocking at your door. You opened it, only to see Chan - bags under his slightly red, puffy eyes and hair dishevelled. Your own face probably looked the same.
"Y/n, can we talk? Please?" He paused as if finally noticing you were dressed and your hair was wet. "Where are you going?"
You sighed. "Home," you said in a small voice.
Chan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "But you're already home?"
You looked down, and then back at him.
"I mean home Chan...as in South Africa. I'm going back."
He stopped breathing. "What?"
"This isn't working out, Chan. I don't...I don't deserve you. My flight is in 2 hours. I need to get to the airport now. I'll be gone for a while but I have to come back to decide what happens next. Maybe we can talk then."
You move to close the door on him, but he stops you.
"What- You're ending things?"
Now it was your turn to be confused. "Didn't that happen 3 days ago?"
"Y/n, no. It was just a stupid fight! It doesn't mean anything. Don't do this, please. We can work things out. Cancel the flight. Please. Baby...please."
You feel your eyes sting with fresh tears, and you turn to walk to your bedroom to get your things, knowing that trying to get Chan to leave is useless. As you suspected, he follows you and stands behind you as you go to grab a jacket, ignoring your wet hair now. No point drying it while he's here...you had to get out as soon as possible. You go to grab your suitcases, trying painfully hard not to look at Chan whose face is streaked with tears too. You deposit the suitcases at your front door and slip on your shoes, making sure you have everything. Chan watches you do all this, still in shock, as though he doesn't believe any of it is real...like it's just one big nightmare.
"You have to go now, Chan," you sigh. "Or at least, I have to. I can't miss this flight. I'll see you around."
You turn to walk out the door but you stop when you feel his hands wrap around your calves. Looking down, Chan is on his knees, the same way he's been so many times before for you, but so so different now.
"Please," he croaks. He's sobbing now, and he drops his head against your leg. "I'll do anything. Please just don't go. You want me to beg? I'll beg! Please, y/n. I'll make things right...I'll fix this. I'll fix us. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fuck things up between us...I'm so so sorry, baby. I love you so much...please, please...please, baby. Please."
You're sobbing too now. You kneel down, facing him, and take his face in your hands, wiping his tears. In between shuddering breaths, you say, "That's the thing, Chan. You don't have to fix anything. You weren't the one that broke it...that was all me. I don't deserve you, Channie. Maybe I did once, but not anymore. You deserve someone better." You cry harder at the thought of him with someone else. Composing yourself enough to talk, you add, "You deserve someone who can love you where I failed to...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby." You kiss his forehead.
"That's bullshit, y/n! I know you love me. And it's enough! It's enough for me. Look, a lot of shit has just been happening to us but we can fix it. Okay? Just give us a chance. Fuck anyone else - I don't want anyone else. I want YOU! You're all I've ever wanted and I'll never-" He breaks down sobbing again. "I'll never want anyone besides you. You hear me? Stay. Stay for me, baby. Please."
You both break down even more then, foreheads against each other. You stay like that for a while before you glimpse the time. You still had to drive to the airport and check in your luggage and board and-. You had to leave. You move to stand, pulling Chan up with you. You hug him, and eventually force yourself to let go.
"If it's meant to be...it'll be. Yeah?" you say.
Chan just sniffs in response, fresh tears brewing.
"I'll see you when I get back and then...well, we can see from there. Okay?"
"So it's not over?" he asks.
You kiss his cheek and hand him your key. "Lock up for me?"
You grab your suitcases and make your way to the car, leaving a heartbroken, devastated Chan behind.
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Under the Influence
PAIRING: Bangchan x fem!reader
WARNINGS: Swearing, Use of the name jagi/jagiya, pet names, unprotected sex, mentions of drugging, mentions of needles/injections, virgin!reader, mentions of a beaten bloody body, soft!dom Chan, praise
SUMMARY: You had had a debt to pay back Hyunjin. Chan, taking an interest in you, decided to have fun. When he became a prey in a web he spun. Lets just say, being close to your client isn't such a good idea.
WORD COUNT: 4,031
A/N:
This is not proofread! You can get sneak peeks of that piece and other pieces of my works on @mr-hanjisung ! Also, apologies if there are grammar mistakes or anything, I hope you guys enjoy this piece!
Sorry for such the long wait! I'm really trying to get more content out but school is so stressful. Hopefully you guys enjoy this piece. The next part of the series won't take as long!!
Taglist: @annybah @softkisshyunjin @queenmea604 @hyunmikim @stayceebs97 @boi-bi-ahaha @lilinaskzz
“Cut the crap y/n.” Seungmin said as you caressed your cheek. “I’m telling the fucking truth.” You spat out as Hyunjin sat in his chair. “Let's get one thing straight.” He said unrolling his legs, “You borrowed our money. You weren't able to pay it back in the required time. Not to mention, pissed off our leader pretty well.” He said, laughing. Just then right on cue, the rest of the mafia came in.
You noticed Changbin's messy hair, knowing well that he worked well with his sex appeal. Which is why you refused to work with him and why you worked with Hyunjin. You watched as Jisung ran his fingers through his hair, his sweat noticeable, his arms covered in scratch scars. You saw how Felix now held a syringe, full. You must've looked horrified because Jeongin laughed.
“How cute, you're actually scared?” Jeongin cooed as you looked at Lee Know as he whispered something in Chan's ear.
How did you even end up like this?
Chan smiled and then nodded his head. But at what? You wondered. Then you felt a pinch in your shoulder. You turned to see Felix injecting you with the very syringe you saw him with. “Don't worry, it's just a sedative.” He reassured you as he took out the needle. You wanted to argue back but your body immediately didn't want to cooperate with you. “It's effective immediately. Amazing isn't it?” He asked as Hyunjin nodded.
“Shall we leave her here?” Seungmin asked Chan as Chan nodded. “Let her stay here for a bit until she realizes her dire circumstances.” He said as they all hummed in response, leaving the room. Your mind was foggy and you were in a daze. But next thing you knew, you were passed out in the corner.
When you woke up, you didn't know how much time passed because there were no windows where you were at but your head hurt and you felt horrible. You rubbed your eyes trying to look around for anything to help you.
Your vision was blurred and your mind was still foggy from the drug but you saw someone and walked to them for help. You grabbed his shoulders and reached to his collar. “Help me please…” You pleaded as you heard a chuckle. “Keep your hands to yourself.” The voice said. You removed your hands and stood up. “Please help me, I’ll do anything. Anything, to get out.” You told the voice as the voice laughed. You were confused as you could finally notice some things about the silhouette.
The silhouette was definitely male. The voice and how his shoulders felt. The silhouette was vaguely familiar. Strangely, you feel like you’ve heard his voice somewhere.
“Goodness, you don’t know who I am?” He asked, pulling your wrist down, making you kneel before him, looking up at him as if you were worshiping a god. “Open your fucking eyes,” He said sternly. “Before you decide to touch me again.” He said, his accent extremely familiar. Then it hit you, “Chan..?” You asked as he chuckled, “Who else would come down here alone?” He said as your vision finally cleared up, realizing what kind of position you were in.
You were on your knees, looking up at him as he glared down at you as if he was someone of power looking down upon you.
Which he does hold power against you. You knew that.
You tried to look down, but when you did you saw how close your face was to his pants. You blushed and got up immediately. He smirked, “I didn’t know you were that desperate to get out y/n.” He retorted as you shook your head. “It’s not like that…” You said, backing up, until he got up and started to walk to you slowly.
Then your back hit the wall. He got closer and grabbed your wrists once again. It didn’t hurt, it was just very firm. Then, he pinned them over your head, causing you to turn away, scared of what would come next. You were barely 20, you didn’t want to give yourself up all over some debt. You then felt Chan’s breath up against your ear, your heart beating faster, unsure if it was because you were horrified or because you were feeling bashful.
He then kissed your cheek.
“Don’t worry love, I won’t do anything.” He whispered as he released you causing you to slide against the wall and fall to the floor. “At least, not yet.” He said, looking down at you once again. “But I will admit, you look lovely in a position looking up at me.” He told you as he chuckled and walked out.
Your heart raced with thoughts pulsing through your mind. You didn't know what to think when he walked out of the room.
You didn't know how much time passed but the next thing you knew Jisung came down and blindfolded you. You then felt him pull you up into another room. It felt like you guys were walking forever.
“Our boss has a proposal for you but it's up to you if you want to take it.” Jisung said as you exhaled slowly. You wondered what the proposal was as Jisung finally took off your blindfold. You were faced eyes-to-eyes with Chan.
You didn't know why but something about his appearance was different. He looked more soft and innocent. He wasn't cold and brooding. His hair was wavy, the wavy curls must've added the effect. But you had noticed that he had taken off his “edgy” glasses and jewelry. Which added more to the innocent look.
“What, you just gonna keep staring?” He asked as you shook your head and took a seat. “So Hyunjin still wants his money, and you want to be freed. So tell you what, either you can work with us and pay back Hyunjin the money, quit, and swear all this to the grave. Or we can kill you right here and now.” He stated simply as he gave you a smug smirk. “The choice is yours.”
You were tempted to choose the former option but if it became too much you might've wanted the latter option.
“Give me about another week.” You told him as he chuckled, standing up and tucking your hair behind your ear. “Don't think you get that luxury… you don't get it, you'll have tonight and tomorrow. If you don't decide on it tomorrow. At noon…” He traced his hand on your nape. “You're dead…” He said simply, as chills ran down your spine. You didn't know what to do but you knew to just nod your head and shut up.
As you were taken back to the place you were at before meeting Chan you wondered if you could appeal to him differently.
Even if it meant swallowing your pride.
The next day you awoke sleeping on a bed?
“You're awake.” A familiar voice said, as you turned to look at who said it. It was Chan. “I have a different proposal for you.” He said, looking at the rainfall hitting the glass window. He was in a black robe, his wavy curls, wet and tight, his posture, stern yet relaxed, as he held his wine glass.
“You see,” He turned to face you, “I have to go to this mafia party. I have to bring my crew along with…” He looked repulsed for a minute and looked away, “My spouse.” He said as he walked closer to you. “The lady who was originally my pretend wife canceled on me because she didn't like the atmosphere and I told her simply to pay me back the prices that I spent on her as my “wife”. Yet she didn't.” He said, taking his seat, “What a shame to her.” He said as he shook his head.
“What are you trying to say?” You asked bluntly as he chuckled. “For your debt to be paid in full, you just have to pretend to be my wife. Of course, being a mobster's wife is dangerous but…” He then got up and stood in front of you, lifting your chin up to face him. “You’ll do perfectly.” He said as you pushed his hand away. “If you think I'll take this damn offer you got another thing coming Chan.” You said standing up as he gazed into your eyes. “Do you, really, wanna continue and go there y/n?” He asked, this time even closer to you.
If he were to get any closer, you would've been skin to skin with him. Touching his arms and possibly entangled with a kiss. And maybe even-
“That's what I thought.” He said cutting off your train of thought. “I'll see you tonight jagi.” He said, kissing your cheek. “Here's my card, go buy the perfect dress, make sure it has a slit.” He told you as you side-eyed him. “Why specifically a slit in the dress?” You asked. “For the sex appeal?” You retorted as he chuckled. “Full of jokes, are we now?” He smiled, “No, it's so if in any case we need to defend ourselves.” He said as he kissed your left hand, looking at it, “Go get a ring. Make sure the ring looks expensive.” He said as he released your hand and left. You fell back onto the couch, leaving your legs feeling like jelly.
You went with Jisung and Jeongin. Why them out of all people? Jisung and Jeongin looked innocent and sweet. Jisung was a great actor and could get a cheaper or even free deal for an item as Jeongin was great at passive-aggressive intimidation to scare people into getting things you wanted. Was it wrong to choose them for your benefit? A little, but you weren’t complaining. You saw the most perfect dress, and of course, another girl wanted the dress.
“Hey, I actually wanted to buy this dress.” You told her blatantly as she gave you an ugly look. “Look, I’m not in a good mood and I really don’t want to be tested today.” She said, snapping her fingers, bringing two men to her side, looking like bodyguards. “Do you even know who I am?” She asked you as you laughed, “Bitch.” You said, snapping your fingers as Jisung and Jeongin walked by you and stood by your side, staring her and her bodyguards down. “Do you know who I am?” You asked as she furrowed her brows, walking off. “You’ll regret this mobster.” She spat, walking away.
You exhaled deeply not believing what you just did, as Jisung and Jeongin looked at you and smiled. “That was certainly something. You sounded like a mobster's wife or daughter for sure.” Jisung said, “Maybe even a mobster itself.” Jeongin said as you shook your head. “Anyway, let's just buy this dress and go look at rings.” You told them as they nodded, following you along.
When you went back, Chan left you with a note on his desk saying,
‘Be back later lover, I have a hair and makeup crew coming within 5 minutes. - Chan 3:30 pm’
You checked the time and it was 3:34 pm, and as if on cue, the minute it hit 3:35 pm a crew walked in and set up everything. Sitting you down and getting to work before 3:40.
Chan returned at 5 pm getting his outfits tailored, his makeup and hair done, and once he was done he went to find you.
He opened the door, to see you in the most tight-fitted, black dress. Of course, it had a slit, as Chan requested. You had black, silk gloves that reached your elbows, a beautiful ring that sat on your left ring finger, over your glove. Your hair was pinned up in a bun, simple black heels to match alongside your black chiffon shawl. Your neck, adorned with the same gems that were on your ring.
You turned to him and walked over to him. “I didn't know that mafia wives needed so much weaponry on them.” You said as he laughed, pulling you in, “How many do you have on you?” He asked as you shook your head. “Too many… one in my hair, I have one attached to a garter on my thigh, a gun concealed under my skirt-” He then covered your mouth. “I get it. Just stop talking and let's go lover.” He said, and oh my god, the way it rolled off his tongue.
You guys then went into probably the most expensive car you've ever seen in person. Before you could reach to open the car door, Chan held your hand and opened the door for you. “A lady should never have to open a door.” He said, kissing your hand, leading you in the car. “Thank you.” You said pulling your hand away, trying not to get attached, as this was nothing more than a job.
The next few minutes were awkward as you guys sat in silence. Chan then broke the silence by saying, “Alright, does everyone know what they are doing in this mission?” He asked as you shook your head, “I'm sorry? Everyone? Mission? Surely I'm not a part of it.” You laughed out, hoping that he was talking to everyone but you. He then chuckled, “Oh my dear, you have the most important job.” He said as he wrapped his arm around your neck. “You have to go and court the heir who's running this party.” He told you as you shook your head. “I can't.” You said as Jisung spoke up, “You got what it takes. I've seen it.” Minho then chuckled, “Yeah, you have all of us too.” Jeongin then smiled at you, “Agreed.”
Felix then handed you a box full of filled syringes. “This is the same drug I used to drug you with the first time we met. If you use this after you court him, we should be able to collect him for ransom.” Felix said as you nodded still not believing that you are really going to do this.
Once you guys had arrived Chan placed a hand on your back. “He's the one so make sure you get him.” He told you as the clenched your fists tight. “Understood.” You whispered as he chuckled.
Throughout the party, he was flocking from woman to woman.
‘God, what a womanizer.’
You thought as Chan talked to you through the tiny earpiece you had on. “Hey jagi, you need to get a move on him quickly.” He told you. “I'm going in now.” You replied as he watched.
“Hey.” You said plainly as he eyed you up and down. “Ladies, can you give us some space?” He asked, more demanding as they left. “Hey there beautiful.” He said as you giggled. “Care for a drink?” You asked as he nodded. He snapped his fingers and brought over two glasses and poured wine into them. “Don't you think the stars look lovely from the view?” He asked as you turned to look at them. “Yes, indeed.” You replied and he held your hand and kissed it gently, “Not as lovely as you though.” He said as you smirked. “Glad to hear.” You said amused as he held up his glass. “Cheers to you lovely lady.” He said as you lifted your glass, making eye contact with him, “Cheers to me, the lovely lady.” You said as your glasses clinked and you guys drank the drinks.
You then heard Chan's voice through your ear piece, “Don't drink it!” But it was too late. You already did. You looked at him and mouthed, ‘I know what I'm doing.’ However 5 minutes later you were light-headed and the last thing you knew was the heir you were courting was picking you up and walking off.
When you awoke, the heir was beaten to a bloody pulp and taken out. As Chan looked at you.
“My goodness jagi…” He purred, looking you up and down. “At least he knows how to dress you.” He said as you realized that you were now in fully black, laced lingerie. Your face immediately flushed as you looked at Chan, licking his lips. “Unless you wore it underneath?” He retorted as you shook your head. “I have to admit…” He said twirling your now let loose hair, “You look… absolutely… breathtaking…” He said getting closer and closer to your ear. You tried to move but soon realized that you were under restraints.
“Why don't I get a reward for how hard I worked? That is, if you would let me..?” He asked as you looked at him. “You think I would?” You asked him angrily wondering why he would even ask that. “Yes, because after all.” He then got closer to your ear. “I know deep down somewhere, you secretly want me to.” He told you as you blushed.
“So? Is that a yes jagi?” He asked as you gritted your teeth. “How much longer are you going to keep denying me..?” He whispered once again. God, his voice sounded so sweet but you knew that he didn't have innocent intentions. Still, and shockingly, you nodded subtly as he chuckled.
“Adorable…” He said, kissing your cheek. “I'm gonna go ahead and continue, if you feel bad, in pain or under pressure just tell me.” He told you as you shook your head, “Do you know how dangerous it is?” You asked him as he shrugged unbuttoning his tight-fitted button up shirt. “And? I’m a mobster, don’t forget that. My life’s sole purpose is danger.” You bit your lip and you closed your eyes. You heard him chuckle.
“Can't handle seeing a bit of eye-candy?” He teased as you shook your head. You then felt your chin get tugged forward as you opened your eyes, seeing his bare chest in front of you. “My eyes are up here.” He said lifting your chin higher to look at him. You gulped, taking in how truly dominating he was.
His lips curved into a smirk as they kissed down your body, kissing your stomach.
You whined a hum as Chan smirked against your skin. “That sounded very inviting…” He teased kissing to your left inner thigh, licking and kissing it gently as he massaged small circles to your right side. You blushed and tried to bite on your lower lip to muffle your moans, as your wrists were cuffed in your restraints still.
“Channie… release me out of these restraints..!” You whisper-yelled as he licked his lips, looking back up at you. “Oh?” He hummed as he moved your panties, causing you to squirm feeling the light breeze. He smirked at the sight, “You're so wet jagi…” He said as he looked back at you. “What did you need again?” He asked as you sighed and the minute you opened your mouth, you had squealed, your eyes widening, feeling Chan's fingers inside, stretching you out.
This time, you bit your lip once again as he smirked, making the pace of his fingers faster. “Jagiya… tell me what you wanted…” He said as he began to move them faster. You had thought you lost your mind. It was full of lust and you wanted more. You couldn't even think right. “You have 5 seconds.” He told you as you threw your head back, feeling a knot in your stomach.
“5…” You felt yourself get tighter around him as he continued to increase his pace. “4…” You slowly felt the knot untying inside. “3…” Now you didn't know if your body obeyed you anymore, you began to moan for more. “2…” You could see Chan's smirk once he said 2. “And 1…” You were close, so fucking close. Until he pulled out his fingers. Feeling your euphoric pleasure go away you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Remove these restraints.” You demanded as he licked his fingers, the same fingers he was just pumping inside you with. “Since when do you give orders?” He asked as you huffed, now sensitive and not caring much about your dignity now. He's seen your most sensitive and hidden area. What's more to hide now?
“Please… that feeling… that euphoria… I need it… I want it… please… I'll be good I promise…” You begged as he hummed in response. “Look who learned to be a good girl…” He said as he removed the restraints on you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he chuckled softly, picking you up.
“I don't think this heir keeps condoms-”
“Just do it raw.”
Chan looked at you and furrowed his brows. “Do it like what now?” He asked in confusion as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Just do it raw.” You said again as he sighed, “Do you know how dangerous-”
“What happened to ‘I’m a mobster, don’t forget that. My life’s sole purpose is danger’ hmm?” You told him as he held you speechless and then chuckled.
“Don't say I didn't warn you.” He said as you rolled your eyes.
He placed you on the bed as he unbuttoned his trousers. His shirt was already off, and now that you were looking at him. He was very attractive. Like dangerously attractive. He then cleared his throat and you looked at his face. “Shall we continue?” He asked as you could see a small spot that was wet, probably from action you guys had earlier.
You chuckled and nodded. He then grabbed you a few pillows and set you up properly as he took off his underwear, letting you notice how hard he was.
“Remember, if you feel bad, in pain or under pressure just tell me.” You nodded as you prepared yourself to take him in.
Then, you felt him inside, once you did, you grabbed onto his shoulders. He hummed as he heard you squirm under him. “I'll give you a moment, then I'll move.” He said as you nodded.
After what seemed like forever, Chan began to move, increasing his pace with each thrust. You held onto his shoulders as if your life depended on it. He chuckled as you felt his hot breath against your ear.
“Better than my fingers isn't it?” He asked, sounding more like a statement but nonetheless you quietly moaned and whined.
“Nobody will hear us, just… let yourself go…” He told you as you shook your head no. He scoffed as he increased his speed, putting his index and middle finger near your mouth. “Open and suck.” He demanded as you complied.
You could feel him hitting every single spot. He enjoyed every minute of it. You could feel him smile against your shoulder as he kissed the back of your neck gently. It sent chills down your spine as you arched your back. You heard him groan as if he was caught off guard.
“I’m close… really fucking close…” He groaned out as you were now drooling, saliva coming out of your mouth and onto his fingers. “Did I fuck you dumb..?” He asked now out of breath as he felt you clench around him. He knew you came. He could feel your insides hug him close as if wanting him to release inside as he took a deep breath in.
“I can’t… I need to cum outside so we don’t risk it.” He told you as you nodded. He removed his fingers from your mouth and slowly pulled out, jacking off and cumming on your stomach. “You are so cute when you are being so demanding.” He chuckled as he relished the sight of you painted in his cum.
He then kissed you and hugged you close. “What if you were to actually become my spouse? That'll be your payment to Hyunjin.” He said, joking about that being your payment and not joking that you two should get married. But you were already fast asleep.
He looked at you sleeping and chuckled. “Hopefully you accept my proposal.” He said as he held your hand and held you close, relaxing and enjoying the moment before you woke up and slapped him.
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Dreamy as fvck 😭
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“I swear I’m not the jealous type, but…”
Just another day being the secret girlfriend to the 4th Gen Kpop Leader’s very own leader, Christopher Bang.
You love the man for everything he is and who he is. He is such a genuine person and no matter how much time he spends in the studio, you are always supportive because you know it’s what he loves.
All of the songs he builds from scratch are so impressive and catchy and you tell him you are his #1 fan and it makes him blush every. Single. Time.
When you heard they were performing Wolfgang today you were so excited. It’s such a fun song to listen to and they always talk about all the crazy stages they could do for the song. You were planning on watching it live from your apartment.
The time came and you were already impressed with the costumes and make up they wore. Chan looked like a seductive pack leader and you were already turned on by your man. But it wasn’t until he took off his shirt that something else started bubbling up from the deep depths of your gut.
The scratches that the makeup artists had put on his back were grizzly. You knew that were supposed to be battle scars, but you couldn’t help your imagination picturing them done by another woman.
This feeling made you feel icky. Like you shouldn’t be imagining this. So five minutes or so after the stage was done, you called your man.
“Hey, beautiful! Did you see the performance? Im so tired from it but it went perfectly. How did you like it?”
You contemplated what you wanted to say, you didn’t want to start negatively for sure. “Oh yeah! It was great. You guys definitely put your all in it…”
Unfortunately you ended on a lull and he could hear it in your voice. “… is there a but?”
“No no! I mean, it’s dumb don’t worry about it.”
You could hear the sigh through the phone, “ You know I disagree with you. I love to hear all your thoughts and ramblings.”
“I just… I swear I’m not the jealous type, but… those scratches made me imagine they were done by another lady.”
“Oh my god, you are so jealous! So, I probably shouldn’t tell you that a female make up artist was the person that actually put those scratches on me?”
Now he’s messing with you. You shouldn’t be getting mad, but you kind of were. “If you don’t head straight here after everything is done so I can put my own scratches all over your back so help me Christopher.”
He chuckled, “Roger that, Mistress!”
“Ooo I like that…”
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sick of you | bang chan (fluff)
Pairing: sick!Chan x reader
Word count: 2.1k words
Rating: SFW / PG-13
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Some curse words here and there, suggestive conversations. Not proofread
Summary: Chan gets sick during preparations of a new comeback and reader takes care of him.
Author’s note: Imagine it’s a scene from a sitcom or romcom. I made this longer than intended, my apologies. But I hope it entertains you <3 I’m open to feedback, please let me know if there are grammar mistakes or mispelled words. Thanks for reading, enjoy!
It was a normal afternoon, you were typing away at your computer, sipping at your iced tea while listening to the city’s sounds, a light breeze coming through the open windows.
Happy with your written progress, you stretched your arms above you when your phone started buzzing. It was a text from Felix.
🐥: Y/N, Chris is on his way home, whatever he says don’t let him talk you into thinking he’s okay, ‘cause he’s not.
Y/N: oh no, what happened?
🐥: not sure, but he looked really tired and was cranky af. It took all of us plus the managers to make him leave.
Y/N: Jesus...this man and his hyper independence is gonna be the death of me. Anyways, I’ll check up on him, Lix. Thanks for the heads up ❤️
🐥: No problem, good luck!
You put your phone down as you heard the apartment’s front door open. Soon enough, your boyfriend entered the living room where you were currently working. Your heart sank at the sight of Chan. The man looked pale and exhausted at first glance, but then his face lit up as he saw you and tried to greet you with a sweet smile.
“Hey baby” you smiled back at him, typing a little on your computer saving your document, as he put his bag down and entered the kitchen
“Hi babe, I’ll be back in a sec, want some water first” he called back
You stood from your working station stretching out some more before making your way to the kitchen.
“Hi” you say as you came close to him puckering your lips a little to properly greet him, but he was busy chugging down on his water bottle, holding up a single finger, signaling for you to wait.
“What, no kiss? Man, chivalry is dead after all”
Chris side eyed you as he took his last gulps of water. He chuckled at your comment when he was done with his water.
“Sorry, babe. Was pretty thirsty, it’s really hot out” he said while discarding the empty plastic bottle in the recycling bin
“Is it? thought the weather was kinda nice today”
He chuckled a little “yeah well you’ve always been more sensitive to cold, can’t tell how hot it’s out there”
“Fair point. So what’s with the hoodie?”
He stopped on his tracks at your question. “Pardon?”
“Hoodie’s are for chilly days, yeah? You said it yourself, I’m sensitive to cold, and I’m not even wearing one. So, hoodie?”
“Oh well uh I wore it during practice and didn’t feel like taking it off, that’s all”
You let out a soft “a-ha”, your tongue pushing your inner cheek, arms crossed as you looked at him warily.
“Whatever, you must be hungry, want something to eat?”
“Oh, no thanks, I’m good. I’ll wait til dinner time”
You stared back at him not saying a word for a few seconds blinking a few times
“That’s it, I’m not having it”
You marched into the living room to retrieve your phone, pretending to call someone. Chan followed immediately
“hey hey where are you going? Babe, what are you doing?” He asked as he saw you tapping away at your phone screen.
“Contacting JYP to file a complaint. They broke my boyfriend”
“What? Don’t be ridiculous”
“I mean it’s either that or they somehow managed to clone their idols and sent me the wrong one”
“this is crazy”
“oh is it? Help me out here: you came home in the middle of the afternoon, with no appetite, sweating profusely, white as a ghost AND didn’t even come close to say hello to me properly. Does that sound like the Christopher we know?”
“Yes???” he said increasing the pitch of his voice
You narrowed your eyes at his poor attempt of justifying this nonesense.
“Bullshit. I’m calling the boys”
“Okay okay okay you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well, alright?”
“I knew it!”
“But I mean, it’s not that bad”
“If it’s not that bad, why didn’t you kiss me then?”
“Oh come on, what if was a lil sick, I didn’t want you to get sick either”
“sure...”
“I swear I’m good! Honestly I would’ve stayed practicing for longer but the guys wouldn’t let me. So they asked me to come home”
You chuckled at the last part
“What’s so funny?”
“They kicked you out, Christopher. Ha-ha”
He let out a long sigh, clearly not amused at your comments as he usually would be, but still planting his famous thin lined smile on his face (the one that looks like this :] )
“Okay, enough with the sitcom jokes. Come here, you said you were feverish?”
“I think so, I didn’t feel this warm back in the practice room”
You came closer to him and placed your palm on his forehead, eyebrows knitting together as you felt how warm he actually was.
“Yeah, you must’ve gotten warmer on your way here. Did you get one of the company cars to drive you?”
“No, I walked here”
“You walked all the way here from the JYP building?!”
“It’s a 20 minute walk, it’s not that far, Y/N”
“for a person that’s burning hot, it is”
“Aww stop babe, you’re making me blush” he lightly pushes your shoulder
“Funny. And that blush is from your fever, you dummy. You should be more careful next time, Chan.”
“I thought the walk would make me feel better, okay? you know, with the weather being nice and all.”
“Well, we need to break that fever ASAP, come on”
You took his hand on yours and led him to your shared bedroom. You instructed him to remove his clothes and put on some comfy ones.
While he was at it, you grabbed the first aid kit which had a thermometer and your stash of over-the-counter meds. You took the little device out along with the Tylenol bottle.
“Put this under your armpit while I bring some more things, yeah?”
He just nodded and took the little device from your hands, doing as he was told.
You were done getting some ice water and washcloths plus a new water bottle from the kitchen when you heard Chan call from your bedroom.
“Babeeee”
“Yeah?”
“The um the the, the thingy says 38.8ºC” struggling to get the device’s name right
“Okay I’ll be there in a sec” you replied, and you weren’t wrong, his fever was in fact high.
You found him cross-legged on the bed, still looking pale and kinda drowsy. Your heart sank once again after seeing your boyfriend stay so still and weak. You knew your heart would do that a lot today, at least until his fever broke.
“Sit back for me, honey” you asked him while removing the covers
“Say please?” he said arching his eyebrow at you
You let out a short yet exhasperated sigh at his teasing, then tried to smile at him so he would comply to your requests
“I’m joking, babe” he chuckled and then sat back against the headboard.
You got to work quickly, handing him the medicine first, following with the open water bottle. After he took the pill, you asked him to lay down so you could put the ice cold compress on his forehead. He, being the drama llama that he was when sick, yelped the moment the washcloth barely grazed his face.
Laughing at him you said “Babyyy I can’t get it on you if you keep squirming! I promise the cold will vanish after a while. Pleaseeee”
He held his breath right before you put it on him, still yelping and closing his eyes but not moving this time.
“Thank you, now try to rest for a little, I’ll make you something to eat. Chicken soup sound good?”
Without moving an inch, Chan tried to look up at you through the compress that was blocking his view, and only managed to do a thumbs up and say “sounds great”
You planted a kiss on his cheek before leaving, asking him to let you know if he needed anything.
After a little while, you entered your bedroom holding a tray with a big biwl of soup and some mini breads, that way the medicine wouldn’t make your boyfriend’s stomach upset.
You set the tray down on your night table, then slowly sat down on the edge of your bed, gently placing your hand on his abdomen.
“Chan? Babe?”
He abruptly woke up from his slumber, supporting himself on his elbows with the compress hanging over one of his eyes.
“What? Yeah? I’m up, what’s- I’m up”
You chuckled at how confused he looked.
“You fell asleep for a little bit, it’s okay” You told him, now both of your hands on his body, trying to get him to relax.
“I got you some soup, but I’m gonna need you to sit up, okay? please?”
He mumbled in agreement and quickly rested his back against the headboard once more.
“I was resting my eyes for a minute” he said removing the now warm compress from his face
“Seems like the meds kicked in pretty hard, huh? Careful, it’s hot” you said as you placed the tray in front of him, above his legs. Then took the compress from his hand and placed it in the bowl full of ice water.
“They better, got lots to do before the next comeback”
You hummed in disapproval “well, if you rest properly I’m sure you’ll be ready”
“By properly you mean only tonight, yeah?”
“You’re on thin ice, Bang”
“Oh come on, I told you it’s not that bad. I’m sure it’s just like a mild cold or something” he said taking a spoonful of soup, then yelping at how hot it was.
“Told you it was hot”
“Thought you meant I waz hot” tongue hanging out of his mouth from the burn
You laughed throwing your head back “Oh lord, take it as karma for not wanting to rest for a couple more days”
He took a sip of his water then grabbed the spoon once more to take another spoonful of his chicken soup.
“Blow it” you reminded him, and regretted saying it as soon as the words left your mouth, closing your eyes.
“Babe, I’d love to but I’m sick you know?”
“I MEANT BLOW ON YOUR SOUP YOU LITTLE SHIT”
His laugh filled the room, body shaking with amusement as your hands covered your face in a mix of frustration and laughter.
Once his laughter died down, you looked at him fondly, watching him carefully eat his soup.
You talked a bit more about this and that. Then you took his plate and tray away from him so he could rest properly now.
Back in your bedroom, you put on your pajamas and got a clean t-shirt on the bedside table, hoping chan’s fever would break in the middle of the night. You let him know where it was so he could change into it later.
You laid on your side of the bed, propped on one of your arms, you checked Chan’s cold compress and took it from him, putting it in the bowl. While you waited for it to get cold, you pressed your cheek to you boyfriend’s, who was taken aback by your action and tried to move away, afraid of getting you sick with whatever he had.
“Relax, I’m just checking how warm you are”
“Oh here I was thinking you just wanted to take advantage of an ill person” voice a little hoarser than before
“Me? Nah. I mean, I guess I could but you’re too tired to do anything”
He chuckled “I’m not too tired. I just don’t wanna get you sick, babe”
“Oh, but I am sick”
He looked at you puzzled, eyebrows knitting together and guilt spreading quickly across his face
“What?”
“yeah, sick of your shit” you burst into silent laughter at your silly dad joke, grabbing your own belly with one arm and hitting chan’s arm with the other
“should’ve seen it coming” slowly joining you with his own giggles
Once the laughter died down, you reached for the cold compress in the bowl.
“Okay, I’m putting a new washcloth on, babe”
Chan grimaced in anticipation and said okay. You counted to 3 then set the compress on his forehead. And yes, he did yelp again.
You couldn’t help but giggle, he looked cute with his rosey cheeks and a white little towel on his face. You planted a few kisses on his cheek before laying on his chest. Chan took the arm that was resting under your head and started caressing your arm, pulling you closer to him.
“Hey. Thank you for today, I appreciate it.” he squeezed your arm as he said it
“It’s alright, babe. I like taking care of you”
“You’re lying”
“I am”
You both chuckled at the last joke of the night. You said your I love you’s before closing your eyes and drifting into dreamland.
Chan was an awful, stubborn, terrible patient even, but he was yours and you’d take care of him for as long as you could.
Hope you liked it!
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chan bubble update
Taken by Mr. Woof~ I look good-looking because of the photographer haha~ Thank you Mr. Woof~ Mr. Woof = PuppyM = Daeng Daeng Kim = Seung Min Kim
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*Incorrect skz*
🐥sorry I sneezed and liked all your posts
🐺 and commented damn daddy on all of them?
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🐥 I have the flu
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I Missed You || Bang Chan x GN! Reader
Okay before i begin, i know i write a lot of chan fics and im working on writing other members- i just don't get requests on here and my irl friend(s) adore chan so...
Y/N yanked open the door, dropping their keys on the side table. The dorm was eerily silent as Y/N dropped their bag on the floor next to the kitchen counter.
"Chan?" They called. Y/N noticed a note on the kitchen benchtop and picked it up.
Chan typed at his laptop, frowning.
"Chan hyungggg~" Seungmin whined from the couch.
"Shut up!" Lee Know hissed. Changbin glanced behind them, putting a finger to his lips.
"Why are we hereee~" Han whined. Changbin glared at Han.
"You know Chan likes having us around when he's writing." He hissed. Felix fiddled with his bbokari plushie quietly while I.N and Hyunjin had a quiet dance battle in the corner.
"Sh- ittaki mushrooms." Chan groaned, pushing his chair back.
"Whatttttt~" Han rolled his chair over to Chan's desk.
"I'm cold." Chan said. Han rolled his eyes.
"So- put on your hoodie." Changbin said patiently. Chan blinked.
"Oh- yeah- I should probably do that-" He mumbled. Chan looked around for his hoodie as Seungmin flopped onto the floor.
"Stand- up- Kim- Seungmin-" I.N panted as Hyunjin danced toward him.
"SEUNGMIN!" Hyunjin tripped over Seungmin's prostate figure, falling ontop of Felix who dodged out of the way. Hyunjin ended up falling onto Changbin whose chair rolled toward Han's. Han let out an oof as he had the wind knocked out of him by Changbin's chair. I.N stifled a smile as the other five members groaned, pulling Hyunjin upright.
"WHO'S WEARING MY HOODIE?!" Chan demanded.
"Uh…None of us." Han pointed at each of them. "Wait- I.N is that my shirt-" Han dived toward I.N.
"WAIT- HAN-" Lee Know attempted to grab Han before he could attack I.N. The other members dived into the fray and before long it was a mess of limbs and shouts. Chan sighed, pulling out his phone to call Y/N.
Y/N looked down at their phone. Chan was calling. They picked up and immediately held the phone away from their ear.
"ARE YOU AT A FIGHT CLUB OR SOMETHING?" Y/N shouted into the phone. Chan's loud sigh was able to be heard over the yells in the background. There was a smashing sound and Y/N winced.
"Nope, I'm at th-" The rest of Chan's sentence was drowned out by yelling.
"WHAT?" Y/N all but screamed.
"I'M AT THE STUDIO-" Chan yelled.
"OH- OKAY- IS THAT THE REST OF THE KIDS?" Y/N yelled back.
"YEAH- APPARENTLY INNIE'S WEARING ONE OF HAN'S SHIRTS OR SOMETHING- I HAVE NO IDEA." Chan shouted.
"WHY'D YOU CALL ME- DID YOU WANT ME TO BRING OVER ONE OF INNIES SHIRTS OR SOMETHING?" Y/N asked. The yelling stopped and Y/N let out a breath they didn't know they'd been holding.
"Something like that. Have you seen my hoodie? The maniac tour one?" Y/N looked down at themself at Chan's words. It just so happened that they was wearing that particular hoodie.
"Noooo~" Y/N said unconvincingly. There was silence from Chan.
"You're wearing it, aren't you?" Chan said after a few seconds.
"Um…It somehow found its way on me?" Y/N offered weakly. Chan laughed softly.
"It's fine, just come over? With shirts and hoodies for…everyone." Chan hung up as Y/N opened their mouth.
"Everyone…?" Y/N murmured, confused.
Y/N lugged the bag into the studio, eyes widening at the sight of the boys.
"I've never seen a group of people look so ridiculous." Y/N said in disbelief. "How hard did you guys fight? Or more importantly, what for?"
"Umm…well, I.N was wearing Han's shirt and we kinda all got involved and-" Seungmin started.
"Long story short, they fought for the dumbest reason and ended up ripping each others shirts." Chan interrupted.
"I can…uh- see that." Y/N said awkwardly. They held out the bag toward the boys who grabbed their shirts and hurried out of the studio.
"I missed you ridiculously much." Chan said after a pause. Y/N smirked.
"Of course you did." They said good naturedly. "You haven't slept in weeks, have you?"
"Its not my fault that I can only fall asleep when you're around. Your work is ridiculous." Chan grumbled.
"Yeah, yeah." Y/N plopped onto the couch and Chan rested his head in their lap. Y/N played with the strands of curly hair as Chan's eyes closed. A few seconds later, snores escaped his mouth and Y/N smiled down at him softly.
"I missed YOU so much." They whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Han peeked inside the studio, much to the displeasure to the other members. He held up his phone, about to snap a picture when a pillow smacked him in the face.
"HAN JISUNG-" Y/N hissed. "You take that photo and you are dead."
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Coming Home
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre: Angst. Fluff. Smut.
Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader
Requested: No.
Part 1
Summary: Now in South Africa after the fight, you get an unexpected visitor.
Warnings / Contains: Language; smut. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
A/N: Looks like this fic may end up having several parts...☺️ As always, enjoy! Feedback welcomed.🤍
It's been a few days and you're finally settled in at home in your house that you never sold. Your mom has been staying with you, nursing you while you deal with your heartbreak. It's a heartbreak of her own too - even though she only met Chan twice, she loved him. Truly adored him. They called every week and spoke almost as much as you did.
You had only exchanged one message with Chan.
- "I love you, y/n."
- "I'll always love you, Christopher."
- "Come home to me?"
You could picture his pleading eyes...his gentle voice that he always used for you.
You didn't reply.
Now sitting on the couch, your phone forgotten in your room, you cried on your mom's shoulder. There was a knock on the door and your best friend came in with packets of God knows what and a whole lot of love. You had a mutually tearful and bittersweet reunion and then you switched to crying on her shoulder, recounting everything. She held you and soothed you and your mom looked upon her gratefully. They had always been close too. Eventually, you stopped crying and your friend accompanied you to the bathroom where you washed your face and tried to freshen up.
"Hey, I brought your favourite snacks and drinks. That hill we always used to go to as teens...it's still our spot, huh? Let's go. It'll be fun! You need some fresh air, babe."
You agreed reluctantly and kissed your mom goodbye. Getting into the car, your friend put on all your favourite music, which cheered you up just a little. You recounted all the stories from your years together as your drove until you were genuinely laughing. You felt lighter already, and you were grateful for your friend next to you. God, how you missed her. You went on to have what you didn't realise at the time was one of the most healing, memorable times with your best friend whom you adored.
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When you came back home, there were three things you didn't expect. Your best friend about to throw her shoe; your mom looking guilty but happy; and Chan. In your house. In South Africa. And not in South Korea. But here. In South Africa. Where you live.
If you weren't frozen in place, you would have turned around and walked out - not because you were upset at seeing him, but just because you were so shocked, you didn't know what to do. But instead, that shock kept you rooted in place, staring at him. It's only when your mom shouted your best friend's name, followed by a "NO, DON'T!!" did you realise what was happening. You unfrozen just in time to see your best friend's shoe sail past Chan, who dodged it just in time. She stepped forward ready to do...something, and you held her back.
"Y/b/f/n, it's okay. It's not his fault. It's okay."
You stepped in front of her and then walked slowly towards Chan, as if not believing he's actually there.
"I'm so sorry...I can explain..." says Chan, looking sheepily between you and your best friend.
"You better," she replied. "But I don't want to hear it. Tell y/n."
She turned towards your mother and put her arm around her shoulders, guiding her out of the room doing a subtle, awkward hop without her right shoe. It was now just you and Chan.
"What are you...how are you here? How did you even-...I never told you-" you start.
"Shhh, shhh," Chan cooes, stepping towards you and cradling your head. You don't stop him. "I called your mom...told her I'm booking a ticket to see you and I'm not taking no for an answer. We spoke for a while and then she gave me this address. I had to see you, y/n."
"Why?" you ask, tears pricking the back of your eyes.
"Because I can't live without you. Because I'd rather travel 17 hours to see you be upset with me than live another second without you. I don't care what you say, y/n...whether you believe you "deserve me" or not...I'm here because I love you. I'm in love with you. And yeah, shit hasn't been great between us lately, and we're both at fault for that - but I want to fix it, and I know you do too. You're pushing me away because you think you don't deserve me for whatever reason, but it's not gonna work. I see right through you. I know you love me, whether you want to or not."
"But I don't deserve you, Chris," the tears falling down your cheek as you step back to look at him. "I said some horrible things. You're so good to me...so so good to me. And I was a total bitch. I took my anger and frustration and exhaustion out on you and...and "I'm sorry" will never be enough. You deserve to be treated completely opposite to how I treated you...it wasn't fair on you. It'll never be okay."
"So you'd treat me like that again?" he asks.
"What? No! Never again! I'll never make that mistake again," you say earnestly.
"Exactly my point. You know you made a mistake and you don't plan on repeating it. And so did I. Fuck, y/n. I wasn't any better myself. We were both toxic in that moment...but we can be better. Together. I'm willing to try if you are...and there's no one else I'd rather try with. This is our first big fight...and hopefully our last if we can help it. In a way, it's good, because now we know what boundaries we need and where we went wrong. We can heal together. That's what relationships are for, right? We might make mistakes but as long as they're not detrimental to us and we can learn and grow together, then we should. You feel like a monster rn...I know because so do I. But...but we don't have to stay monsters. We can heal. Together. If you'll have me..."
He steps towards you, as if in invitation, and you can't help it any longer. Chan's words shift something in you. You knew you could never live without him either, no matter how hard you'd try. You know that you never wanted to leave him in the first place. And you know that, if he's willing to give you a chance after all that, you're willing to make it up to him - to treat him better than you ever had before and to become someone who does deserve him, who is worthy of him, because you refuse to see him with anyone that isn't you. You refuse to let this beautiful, perfect man go. You crash into him and hold him against you, not planning to let go. This is where you belong. Whether on one continent or another, you belong with Chan. And he belongs with you. He lifts you up and holds you against him, your legs wrapped against his waist and your head on his shoulder, tears soaking his shirt. You feel his own tears fall onto you, and the two of you stay holding each other.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you," you say softly. "And for raising my voice at you like that...I promise to never do it again. Not if it's in anger. I'll speak to you with respect, no matter what. Because I respect you, Chan. And I'm sorry for not acting like it before."
He smiles against you. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you too, y/n. And for swearing at you. I promise to never shout at you and swear at you in anger ever again, no matter how mad I get. Okay, sweetheart? I'm sorry."
You squeeze him for a second. "I forgive you. I'm sorry too. So so sorry, Chris."
"I forgive you, baby."
You chuckle then. "Boundaries, right?"
He laughs into your shoulder. "See? We're doing a good job already."
From the other side of the door, you hear a pair of sniffs. Rolling your eyes as Chan laughs and puts you down, you call out, "You can come in now!"
Your mom and best friend stumble in, not bothering to hide their tears.
"So much for privacy huh?" you giggle.
"We weren't eavesdropping at first, but..." your best friend starts.
"-it's not our fault you two speak so loud!" your mother finishes. "Come here, my son!" she calls out to Chan before swallowing him in her embrace.
Your best friend pulls you into an embrace of her own and then wipes your cheeks as you do the same for her. She sighs. "Guess I have to apologise now." You can't help but bark out a laugh.
She turns to Chan. "Chan...I'm sorry for throwing my shoe at you. I was just really mad that you hurt my best friend. I'm also sorry it missed...I think it would have made a funny story if you did get hit by it- Ow!" she yelps as you elbow her playfully. She sighs again. "No but really, I am sorry. I threw it without even thinking about how you travelled all the way here just for her...I just saw you and got mad. I'm sorry. I hope we can start off on a better note from now?"
Chan can't help but laugh before he pulls your best friend into a hug. "It's okay. I'm glad my girl has someone like you looking out for her, throwing shoes and all. And I deserved it, to be honest. I'm also sorry it missed."
"Chan!" you shout. "I mean...Chan!" you whisper-shout. "Don't say that."
He laughs at your poor yet playful attempt to conform to the new boundary, and walks to pick up your friend's shoe for her. "Here. Allow me."
He slips it onto her foot and she looks at you, fighting a grin. "Maybe he is a keeper..."
You all laugh, and your mother holds Chan once more, making your heart swell at your little family.
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That evening, you all dined together and then hugged your mom and your best friend goodbye. You turned to look at Chan then...really look at him. You held his waist as you admired his strong nose ridge, his full lips and his tired eyes, the puffiness of it from all the crying you both did. But standing here in your kitchen, in your house here in your home country, he looked as handsome as ever. Had he gotten even more handsome? You couldn't tell. Chan's ears were turning red now.
"What?"
"Nothing," you giggled. "May I kiss you?"
It was Chan's turn to giggle.
"You may, my lady."
You pressed your lips against his, and he returned the favour. You savoured the feeling of his soft, plump, lips moving smoothly against yours. You couldn't help it. You let out a soft moan, making Chan smile against you.
"God, I missed this," he whispers. "I missed you. So much. I missed making you moan like this."
"Mhm? Like what, Chan?"
"Like this, baby."
He kissed you again, more deliberately this time. His lips moved in time with yours, and he sucked your bottom lip for a second, asking for entry. You submitted. He slipped the tip of his tongue in your mouth, stealing a quick taste. At the feel of your tongue against his, he pulled you stark against him, and then manoeuvred his tongue in deeper, fully tasting you now. His tongue moved softly, deftly, agonisingly against yours. He twisted it around your own, and you followed him before he moved to suck on your lip, biting it softly, making you moan that sweet moan that he loves so much. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss.
"Mmmm, like that," he said, his voice softer and thicker now.
You gazed at him for a long second and the ran your hands through his messy curls, down his face to his neck. You leaned against him as you tip toed to press soft kisses to his neck, letting them become progressively sloppier as you went down. You fumbled with the edge of his shirt, and he pulled it off within seconds. You continued kissing and sucking and licking a trail until you were on your knees before him. Your fingers went to the drawstrings of his sweatpants and undid them, but before you pulled his pants down, you looked up at him.
"Can I make it up to you, baby? Or at least start? Promise I'll make you feel good. Promise I'll show you how sorry I am..."
"Fuck," he breathed out. He gathered your hair in a messy pony tail and then said, "Yes, princess."
You pulled his sweats and his boxers down then and watched as his painfully hard cock sprung free. You kitten licked his pre cum once as he threw his head back, shutting his eyes. You kissed his red, swollen tip then and looked at him, his eyes still squeezed shut. Kissing down his long, thick length, you gently grabbed his balls and began massaging them.
"Y/n, please," Chan moaned.
You licked from the bottom of his cock to the tip, where more pre cum pooled. "I know, Channie, I know." You took him as far as you could into your throat then and stayed there for a few seconds, gagging. Chris moaned and you started moving then, bobbing your head up and down and pumping your fist over what your mouth couldn't reach. You found your rhythm and started moving in a way that made Chan grip the counter behind him, moaning your name.
"That's it, baby girl. Just like that. Ahhh- fuck...I'm...I'm not gonna last long-"
You pulled back and continued pumping his length with your hands. "You wanna cum in my mouth, Channie?" You licked his tip again, tongue tracing his slit. He shivered and cursed.
"Fuck, please y/n. Please, baby."
You buried his cock in your throat again then, sucking him and coating the throbbing cock in your spit. Chan couldn't hold it back anymore. He pushed your head gently as far against his pelvis as you could manage and came, spilling himself down your throat. You swallowed every bit of it and licked your lips, breathing in his delicious musk. Chan slumped against the counter after helping you to your feet.
"That was...that was...shit. It was amazing, baby. You're amazing," he panted out.
You leaned in to kiss him, and he groaned as he tasted himself on your tongue. Once he recovered, he stepped towards you and pulled off your own top, pleased to see no bra. He tugged on one nipple with his teeth before licking it and blowing on it. You moaned his name, and begged him to kiss you. He obliged as his hands moved to your waistband, taking your own pants off. Leaving you in only your panties, Chan picked you up and lifted you over his shoulder, causing you to squeal. He slapped your ass, grinning, and then walked into your bedroom, dropping you excitedly on the bed, hard again at the thought of all he's going to do to you tonight.
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Healthy and Happy
PAIRING: Bangchan x fem!reader
WARNINGS: Told from mainly Chan's point of view, memory lost (amnesia), angst to fluff, Chan calling reader jagi/jagiya
SUMMARY: You and Chan were trying to get to the car but you guys ended up getting into a bad accident. He recovered quickly but you, you were still in a coma. One day you woke up but not everything was the same.
WORD COUNT: 1,753
A/N:
.°•○>><<○•°. = POV switch
.°• ✿ •°. = Flashback/Present time
`○°.• ✿ •.°○` = Timeskip
-ssi is used to describe someone older (Maknaes, Changbin, and Hyunjin use this to address you!)
-ah is used to describe someone younger (Lee Know uses this to address you!)
unnie is older sister in Korean for females (You use this to address your sister!)
This is a little shorter than my usual posts but hopefully this was good for a happy ending!
As Chan cried and prayed for you to come back. Your sister laid asleep holding your hand. Chan felt so weak knowing he couldn't do anything. But he wanted to do something, anything if it meant-
Bzz, brr, bzzt
His phone was ringing. He looked at his phone, realizing it was from Jisung. He picked up. "Yes Han?" He asked. "Hey Chan, we need you here to revise the lyrics of a song for the album. I know you're busy-" He was cut off by Chan, "No, no! I can come." He said as Han sighed and quickly thanked him as he ended the call.
Chan looked at you, sleeping, he then kissed your hand as he left.
When he got to JYP Entertainment he saw his members all reading out the lyrics and he walked over to help them out.
He then came to see you less and less as work became busier and busier. He was stressed but he didn't know what else to do. He felt so hopeless for the past 2 weeks.
As he was practicing a new choreo with his members, he got a call. From the hospital. He picked it up immediately. "Hello?" He asked as they had a monotonous tone, "Hello. Is this Bang Christopher Chan?" They asked, "Yes, this is he." He replied back as they sighed a sigh of relief. "We have amazing news for you, l/n y/n has woken up from her coma." They said as he felt his world light up. He began to tear up and sobbed. "Okay.. I'm coming now.." He said, his voice breaking as he hung up. His members looked confused. When he dropped to the floor and cried they all ran over to comfort him.
"Y/n is up..." He said as everyone made a surprised noise and then cheered as Chan sighed. Feeling his chest become lighter. Minho stood up helping Chan up, "Shall we go see her?" He asked as Chan took his hand, "See her, we shall." He said as everyone laughed at their corny ask and answer.
The whole group walked into the hospital, in the room as they saw you talking to your sister. Your sister looked so sad. Even more sad than when you were in a coma.
"What's wrong Sooyun-ah?" Chan asked as you turned to look at Chan. "You have a handsome boyfriend unnie." You said as your sister shook her head. "That's your boyfriend, Chan!" She told you as Chan looked at you confused. "Please, he's so not my type." You told her as he had a sense of deja vu in high school.
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"Who him? Please, he's so not my type." You said as you giggled.
It was the same giggle that Chan had fallen in love with.
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"Don't tell me..." Chan said as Sooyun nodded. He took a deep breath. The weight that previously lifted had returned as he left the hospital room. His members, following after him.
He didn't understand. After you woke up, you had amnesia? Why, though? Why and how did you get amnesia? He was hurt that he grabbed onto the wall. He sobbed and cried silently as his members helped him stand up straight.
"It's okay Chan.." Hyunjin said as Chan shook his head. "I don't want to believe it... I don't want to accept that she has amnesia." He choked on his words as Changbin hugged him. "It's okay... the bond you guys have is strong, she'll turn around. Trust me." He told Chan as Chan cried and hugged Changbin even tighter.
The next day he came to visit with your favorite flowers.
"These are my favorites. How did you know? Did Sooyun tell you?" You asked as he shook his head, "I'm not Sooyun's boyfriend." He told you. You reached out and cupped his face, "Your eyes look so puffy, sit down, why do look so sad mister?" You asked as Chan sat. 'If only you knew the reason...' Chan thought, "It's nothing, really." He told you, but you didn't believe him. However, not wanting to stress him out you pretended to. "Okay then, what's your name mister? You look familiar." You said as he chuckled, "I'm a senior at your school, well, at our old high school." He said as you nodded, "I still need a name." You prodded as he chuckled again, "Bang Christopher Chan, but you can call me Chan or Channie." He told you as you smiled, "Channie it is." You said as he smiled. Your smile always cheered him up. No matter how bad his day was.
Over time, you were able to be discharged. Chan took you to your shared home. It was clean, and he made sure to take down and put away any pictures of you two together as he was warned that any quick reminders of the memories you had lost could send you into shock.
"Your house is nice." You told him as he smiled. "Thank you." He told you as he sat down on the couch. You sat next to him as he turned on the tv to watch your favorite show. "I don't get it Channie, are you a stalker? You know everything about me." You said, as he let out a laugh. "No, just, had a feeling." He said as you blushed. "I see..." You replied, playing with your hair.
It was one of your bashful habits that Chan had picked up on in high school that followed you up to adulthood. He smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "You look so pretty with the sun hitting your face like this." He complimented as you pushed his face away. "Stop ogling me!" You shouted shyly as he laughed.
`○°.• ✿ •.°○`
It had been 7 months and he noticed you were slowly regaining your memories. Enough to remember that he was an idol, all the members names, and even why you were in a coma. But not that you two were dating. He didn't want to pressure you so he was willing to be on this painfully long journey with you. Every step of the way.
"Channie! I swear! If you keep looking at me with those eyes I'm going to pluck them out!" She shouted bashfully as he chuckled. "Sorry jagi." He slipped out as he covered his mouth. You looked at him embarrassed and chased him. "Channie you little!" You said your face red as Chan laughed and ran away from you.
The memories you two had made were precious to him. While you thought that it was only 7 months of your life that you had known Chan, Chan knew that it was truly almost 10 years. He was happy to know that he still gets to be with you.
One day, when you guys had gone out, you saw a kid that had gotten lost, and Chan ran over to him and offered to play with him. He smiled and nodded his head, and with that, Chan picked him up and spun him around. Once his parents saw Chan playing with him, he went with his parents as he walked back around the park with you.
"Reminds me of when you had played with that little girl and she found you scary so she ran to me." You told him as Chan looked at you confused. "The last time I played with a kid in the park was in highschool." Chan told you.
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"Awh, you lost your mommy? I can help you find her or we can play a game and wait until she comes back." Chan told her as she screamed and ran behind you. "You're scary mister..!" She shouted as you bursted out laughing as Chan looked dejected. "He looks scary but he's not that bad!" You told her as her mother came to grab her as she thanked you both.
After he took your hand and held it. "One day, after high school, I'll marry you and we'll have a little one running around too." Chan told you as you pushed his face away. "Oh please, that's the last thing I want." You told him as he squeezed your hand lightly. "Sure, one day you'll be begging me to marry you. You'll say, 'Chan, it's been more than 8 years since you promised me you'll marry me.'" He teased as you pushed his face away. "Be quiet you cheeky boy!" You told him as he smiled.
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"Y/nnie, you okay?" He asked as you noticed that you had one of your hands holding his arm and the other holding your head. Your head was pounding. "It's fine, I'm fine, just remembered something. That's all. Something about a wedding promise..." You told him briefly as he looked sad. You felt bad for making him look so concerned and worried that you held his hands. "I'm okay, really Channie..." You reassured him as he smiled, "Okay..." He said squeezing your hand lightly. The squeeze brings a sort of comfort to you.
"You always look so sad Channie... why is that?" You asked him as he sighed, "You'll find out along the way." He told you as you nodded.
`○°.• ✿ •.°○`
It had been 5 years. You guys started dating in your second year of getting to know each other. He wished for the memories to come back so he could just hold you close and kiss you with all the memories behind you guys.
When he came home he saw you crying on the floor. "Jagiya..!" He said dropping his bags and running over to you as you hugging a picture frame. In front of you was a box, the same box that-
"I remember Channie.." You said as he looked at you confused. "Remember what..?" He asked, holding your hands as the photo frame revealed, a photo of you guys together during your graduation.
"I remember everything..." You told him as you hugged him. "Thank you for not giving up on me..." You told him through your sobs and cries as he smiled, happy tears rolling down his face. "Oh jagi..." He said, kissing your tears away. You giggled and hugged him again.
"I would've waited until the next lifetime to find you again. I only want you to be my soulmate. No matter how different you look, behave, or treat me, I wouldn't want anyone but you jagiya..." Chan said as you smiled and hugged him, knowing that he really has been through your side for everything.
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First Date Pt. 2 (Bang Chan x Reader)
!!PT 2!!
summary: Day to day life was perfectly uneventful, you wake up, go to work, make coffee, go home, and start all over again. But today... you met Chan.
pairing: bang chan x f!reader
genre: strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: slight angst/comfort, slow burn.
general warnings: barista!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, cursing, mentions of death.
word count: ~4.4k
chapter content: mentions of food, coffee shop manager!Changbin, nonidol!Chan, nonidol!Han, first meets, first love flutters, roommate!Felix
author's note: AHHHH welcome back to part 2! I'm so excited to see some people checking this out! Let me know if you see any errors so i can fix it, and let me know what you enjoyed!!
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“Sorry… have we met?”
Chan’s smile falters a little, his eyebrows stitching together in confusion before he lets out a chuckle and shakes his head, “Ha-- funny, Y/N,” he says as he rolls his eyes at you, “I even brought out the stupid 90’s bucket hat you told me to never wear.”
What the hell was up with this guy?
You looked across Chan, shaking your head and closing your eyes, “I’m sorry, what?” Your arms drop from up by the register screen and rest by your waist as you scrape out the underside of your nails anxiously.
Chan takes off the hat and looks at it in his hands, and you watch him look at it before he points at his hair, “Honestly, I’m surprised how easy it was to talk with you yesterday, because I just…” You watch him reach behind his head and rub his neck as he trails off and hisses as he takes in a breath, “I thought you were so pretty and while I was making music I couldn’t help but think about you the whole time--”
“Okay… uhm that’s pervy--” You let out a laugh, stunned and in complete disbelief at what he had just admitted to you, “I think you need to leave.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at Chan with a bit of disgust in your eyes. Okay, actually what the fuck was wrong with him?
“What? Wait--” Chan’s eyes immediately widened, anxiety prickling through his body as he puts out his hands in defense, “No like literally making music, not-- cause we talked about it yesterday?”
“Yesterday?” You repeat to him, “I’ve never met you.” You say as you take a step back from the register and peer around your coworkers. Your mind is running a million miles an hour as Chan rambles on about paper football, music, and trashy 90’s fashion and your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest.
“Binnie!” You shouted over the chatter in the cafe, your eyes flickering between Chan and Changbin, “Can you come tell this guy to leave?” You ask, seeing Changbin step between you and the register, you see Changbin’s eyes flicker with something that looks like realization.
“Yeah I got this. Go ahead and go on your break Y/N,” Changbin smiles at you warmly, resting a hand on your shoulder as he ushers you off. A sense of relief washes over you as you back away from the register and retreat into the backroom.
After you were long gone, Changbin looks over at Chan with a heavy sigh. “Come on,” Changbin waves Chan to follow him to the empty table near the back of the cafe. A heavy sigh exit’s Changbin’s body as he leans against the edge of the table and nods for Chan to sit with him. As they settle into their seats, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air.
"Chan," Changbin begins, his tone serious, "I need to talk to you about Y/N. There's something you should know."
Chan raises his hands up in defense as he quickly tries to explain himself, "I swear I wasn’t trying to be sexual or push myself on her, I was just--"
"Y/N is special,” Changbin interrupts Chan’s rambling, “and not just because she's a good person or pretty. Y/N is my best friend, Chan and the best no-detail explanation I can give you is that she went through something…. traumatic… a while back, and it resulted in her mind shutting off her short-term memory."
Chan's expression shifts to one of surprise, absorbing the weight of Changbin's revelation. "Wait, she doesn't remember things?"
Changbin nods solemnly. "That's right. Her past is all there, every memory leading up to that day. She remembers her job, her friends, family, hobbies, passions, dislikes, likes… but any new experiences are lost each time she sleeps. She's not aware of it, and we've all been just playing along so she doesn’t panic every day.”
Chan's mind races, trying to process the information about you, “That seems… fake. Is she just not interested in me?"
Changbin furrows his brows at Chan, “Why the hell would I pull you aside just to lie to you?” Changbin says in annoyance, and his hands fall against the table as he looks up at Chan, “Look dude, I really wish I was making this up. She truly just doesn’t remember meeting you yesterday.”
Chan turns around, pressing his lips together as he looks through the window of the backroom door, then back to Changbin. Chan was at a loss for words at the moment as he chewed on his bottom lip as he absorbed the weight of your story, a sense of empathy and admiration settled within him. Changbin, ever protective of Y/N, watches Chan closely, gauging his response.
"She really doesn’t know that she’s basically living the plot of ‘Groundhog Day’?" Chan asks, a thoughtful expression on his face as he leans back in the chair, "She seemed so carefree and vibrant."
Changbin nods, his protective instincts heightened as he listens to Chan talk about her, "She's been through a lot, but some part of her mind had chosen not to remember new things anymore in order to protect itself."
Chan runs a hand through his hair, a mix of emotions playing on his features. "I can't stop thinking about our conversation. It felt... different, you know? Like there was a connection beyond the usual small talk."
Changbin's gaze intensifies, his concern evident. "Chan, I know you mean well, but you need to understand that Y/N won't remember you. No matter how much you connect or how meaningful the conversation is, it won't stick with her."
A subtle wave of disappointment washes over Chan. "So, every time we talk, it's like starting from scratch?"
Changbin nods, "Exactly. It's the reality she faces every day. She builds connections in the present, but they fade away by the time she wakes up. Why do you think I don't get mad at her for being late everyday?"
Chan sighs, grappling with the complexity of the situation. "It's just... it feels unfair, you know? To have such a meaningful conversation and then realize it's fleeting for her."
Changbin leans forward, a stern yet understanding look in his eyes. "Life isn't always fair. Y/N doesn’t even know it’s happening, so regardless if we think it’s unfair, she has no idea.”
As their conversation continues, Chan grapples with the delicate balance of forming connections in a world that can be both fleeting and unpredictable. Changbin, always the guardian of your well-being, imparts his wisdom, underscoring the importance of being present in the moments no matter how transient they may be.
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You stand in the break room, peeking through the slightly ajar door at Chan and Changbin having a seemingly intense conversation. Your spidey-barista senses are tingling, and you can't help but let your imagination run wild.
What are they talking about? Did I mess up someone's coffee order? Did someone complain about my latte art? Your mind races through all the potential coffee-related disasters. But then, Chan mentions something about knowing you from the day before. The day before? Is he mistaking me for someone else? Did I accidentally give him someone else's order?
You start to play detective, trying to recall all the customers from yesterday. Let's see... there was the guy who insisted his coffee had to be exactly 180 degrees. Maybe that's Chan? But no, he doesn't strike me as a temperature fanatic. Your thoughts take a comedic turn as you picture a scenario where Chan is a secret coffee critic, grading your barista skills. Maybe he's here to rate my latte art on a scale of one to ten. Should I be flattered or terrified?
You peek your head back into the window of the breakroom to see both Changbin and CHan looking back at you before Changbin says something with a serious expression, and Chan's face shifts. Oh no, did I break a coffee machine or something? Is this a coffee-related emergency meeting? You can't help but sigh at the absurdity of your own thoughts.
Jesus Christ-- Shut up. You're being ridiculous. They're probably just talking about, I don't know, the weather or something.
Trying to look like you weren’t watching the two, you reach behind you and adjust the apron to fit you a better as you come out from your break. You take your break mug to the sink to rinse it out and your mind keeps spinning, trying to figure out what the hell that guy was talking about.
There was no way you had met this guy yesterday because you didn’t even work yesterday. You took the day off because you had ended things with your ex and things just didn’t go well, thankfully Changbin was your best friend and boss so he understood your position. That guy had to’ve had you confused with someone else, because you didn’t even come out of your room to talk with your roommate yesterday let alone leave your bed.
You shook your head as you put the glass mug into a dishwasher, then standing up to find Changbin leaning against the counter.
"Hey, Y/N, everything okay?" Changbin inquires, feigning casualness.
You nod, though a lingering curiosity tugs at you. "Yeah, just wondering what that was all about. Is everything alright?"
Changbin nods, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Oh, it's nothing, really. I just asked that guy to leave since he made you uncomfortable."
You're touched by the gesture, a mix of gratitude and confusion playing on your features. "Thanks, Bin. But seriously who the fuck was that? Is he like-- a critic? Did I mess up something? Did I mess up his order yesterday?"
Changbin lets out a laugh, and shakes his head as he approaches the espresso machine, wiping it down with a white cloth. "No, no, not at all. Your coffee is fine, as always. I just thought you could use a breather, so I told Chan to leave, that's all."
You smile, grateful for the concern, but then your face contorts, “Chan? Is that his name?” a small knot of uncertainty forms in your stomach, "Is there something I don't know?"
Changbin pauses for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Uh-- yeah…” He said, his eyes not wavering from the coffee machine as he polished it, “He mentioned something about knowing you from yesterday, but I told him he had the wrong person."
You furrow your brow, trying to make sense of the situation. "Knowing me from yesterday? What does that even mean? Bin, I wasn’t even here yesterday."
Changbin offers a reassuring smile, “I know,” he says, tossing the cloth over his shoulder before turning to face you with a soft sigh, hoping to divert your attention, "It's probably nothing. Just a misunderstanding. Don't worry about it, yeah?”
You decide to accept Changbin's explanation, even though it makes about as much sense as a decaf espresso at 6 AM, but you accept it nonetheless.
Okay so-- he asked Chan to leave so I could relax. Maybe I was looking a bit stressed. Or maybe he thinks I need a coffee break so I don't accidentally start serving lattes with abstract stupid latte art.
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The rest of the work day went by pretty quickly, and before you knew it your eight hour shift was up. Meaning you had the rest of your day to yourself, which you were thankful for because work was busy. The bell above the cafe door chimes as you step out, your shift finally over. The day's caffeine-fueled chaos is now behind you, you're eager to enjoy a moment of peace. As you step onto the sidewalk, you can't help but release a contented sigh in the tranquility of busy city streets.
Tranquility, as always, is short-lived.
There, leaning casually against the wall, is that guy Chan. His presence catches you off guard, and annoyance flickers in your eyes. This is not what you wanted to deal with after today.
"Didn't you leave already?" you ask, a touch of irritation in your voice.
Chan grins, seemingly unfazed by your annoyance. "Well, I thought I'd stick around. See if you're up for some company."
You raise an eyebrow, your annoyance intensifying as you stuff your hands into your coat pockets, "You waited for me? Why?"
Chan shrugs, feigning innocence, “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I guess I had you confused with someone else I met yesterday,” He says, you could tell he genuinely meant it by the way his lips pressed together and his eyes met yours. I wanted to see if I could make it up to you, I really do make music and wanted to offer to show you.”
Your irritation deepens, but something in your chest makes you feel pulled into his offer. You chew on your lip in thought, "Chan, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t even know you."
You roll your head around before casting your gaze back onto Chan, who was smiling softly at you. It was as if he expected you to answer like that. "Then I’ll let you know me,” He says.
You shoot him a skeptical glance but eventually relent with a resigned sigh. As you start walking, you can't shake off how easily this guy just melted your annoyance. It was kind of alarming how disarming he was, but the way he smiled so genuinely made you give in..
Note to self, you think, next time someone says they're leaving, make sure they mean it. As you navigate the city streets with Chan by your side, you brace yourself for the continuation of a conversation you were hoping to leave behind at the cafe.
But it never comes.
Chan instead walks beside you, closer to the street as he guides you to his studio. Chan, ever persistent, seems genuinely interested in getting to know you.
"So, how long have you been working at the cafe?" he asks, his tone casual.
You glance at him, the city lights reflecting in his eyes as the. "About a year now. It's been... interesting, to say the least."
He chuckles, the puffs of vapor coming out as he laughs, lightening the atmosphere. "I can imagine. I mean, the coffee shop world has its own kind of drama, right?”
You share a laugh, recalling some of the amusing incidents that have unfolded within the cafe's walls. "Oh, you have no idea. It's like a caffeinated soap opera in there sometimes. When it’s slow you get to chat with customers and they tell you all about their personal life."
As you continue walking, Chan steers the conversation toward more personal territory. "And how do you know Changbin? He seems pretty protective of you."
A smile plays on your lips at the mention of Changbin. "Changbin's been a good friend for a while, like a brother. He's the one who convinced me to try working at the cafe. Said it would be an adventure."
Chan raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "An adventure, huh? Changbin seems like he takes his guardian role seriously."
You laugh, nodding in agreement. "Oh, absolutely. He's like the caffeine-fueled big brother I never asked for. Always making sure I'm okay, checking in, and, well, occasionally being overprotective. But it comes from a good place."
Chan smirks, finding the image amusing. "Overbearing big brother, got it. I guess every coffee shop needs one of those."
You continue, painting a picture of Changbin's quirks and idiosyncrasies. "He means well, really. But sometimes, he can be a bit overbearing. Like, if a customer gives me a hard time, he's ready to unleash his wrath."
Chan chuckles, envisioning the protective barista stance. "Unleash his wrath, huh? Sounds serious. Should I be on my best behavior around Changbin?"
You playfully roll your eyes. "Nah, he's just looking out for his friends. It's part of his charm, I guess."
As you and Chan arrive at his recording studio, the atmosphere shifts from the city streets to the creative sanctuary within. The low hum of equipment and the soft glow of studio lights welcome you into Chan's world of music.
As the door swings open, You enter before Chan to see another boy lounging in a chair. He looks up from his spot, a music mixer in front of him. "Chan, god finally, I’ve been working on this all day and I need you to list-- who's this?" Han asks, casting a curious glance your way.
Chan smiles behind you, his eyes fixed on Han as we look at him wide eyed as if pleading him not to say anything stupid. "Y/N, this is Han. Han, this is Y/N, I met her at the coffee shop today."
You turn around to glance at Chan, a confused flicker in your eyes before facing Han once more, “Yes… he stopped by the coffee shop and we had an-- interesting exchange.”
You exchange greetings, and as the three of you settle into the studio space, Chan shoots a subtle glance at Han, silently signaling the need for discretion. Han, however, seems oblivious to the unspoken message.
Han turns around in his chair from his computer to face you, and you watch his eyes squint. The cogs were turning in his head as he points at you, he takes a breath like he’s about to say something and then presses his lips together, “I thought you met her yest--”
Chan's eyes widen imperceptibly, and you shoot him a questioning look. Han's comment hangs in the air, and Chan, ever quick-witted, smoothly deflects. The awkward dance between Chan and Han unfolds, leaving you on the sidelines, a spectator that remains just out of reach to understand the whole story. The air in the studio holds a subtle tension that leaves you questioning the unspoken truths lingering beneath the surface.
"Oh, you know, I got her confused with someone else," Chan speaks quickly, before feigning nonchalance.
Han raises an eyebrow, and his lips remain parted as he looks over at you, then back to Chan, "Ohh-kay, sure…"
You catch Chan's apologetic glances in your direction, and a flicker of confusion passes through your mind. Is there something I'm missing here? Why does it feel like they're sharing a secret that I'm not privy to?
Chan chuckles nervously, shooting you an apologetic look. "Some things are better left unspoken, you know?"
What the hell is going on between these two? Is there something specific about me that's making the air in this room so... charged?
“Uhm… Han,” You say, taking a deep inhale to try and shift the awkward tone of the studio as you slip off your coat and drape it over your arm, “You said you had something to show Chan when we got here? Mind if I eavesdrop?”
Han glances at you, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Ah, it's a little something I've been tinkering with. Thought Chan might like it."
You nod, grateful for the chance to redirect the energy, and you slip past the coffe table and take a seat on the couch while Chan takes a seat in the other office chair.
As Han cues up the track, the room is enveloped in the beginning notes of his creation. The tension eases, replaced by the shared experience of discovering a new melody. You catch a subtle exchange of relieved glances between Chan and Han, as if they appreciate the change of topic.
The music takes center stage, filling the studio with intricate harmonies and rhythm. You find yourself nodding along, genuinely enjoying the artistry at play. After the track concludes, you turn to Han with an appreciative smile.
"Holy shit, Han," you compliment, “was that you rapping?” You ask, pointing at the computer next to him with a smile.
You see a sheepish grin sneak out to Han’s face, “Ah-- Yeah…” He spins his chair all the way around and faces you.
You, however, aren't willing to let him off the hook that easily. "Seriously, Han! You've got a unique style. It's not just about the words; it's how you deliver them. There's a rhythm and a flow that's all your own." You say excitedly, “Man, if y’all ever have your music debut, you’ll have to let me know so I can be your first official fan.”
The ambient hum of the studio equipment creates a backdrop as the three of you settle into a conversation about music, the universal language that seems to bind you together.
"I've always been fascinated by how music can transport you to a different place," you share, the genuine passion evident in your voice. "Music is really important to me, it has been for a long time."
Chan nods, understanding the sentiment and he looks at you with a knowing glance, “It’s nice to escape with music."
Chan's words echo your own sentiments, and a surprise recognition sparks within you. It's as if he's plucking thoughts directly from your mind, giving voice to the emotions you've held close.
You glance at Chan, a mixture of surprise and connection dawning in your eyes. His words resonate with your inner monologue, articulating the very essence of how music has been your escape during… that time of your life.
You stare at Chan for a moment, reveling in the fact that he understands how you felt perfectly. It was like you had already told him, and you softly nodded your head in agreement. His first impression was admittedly awful, but he seems to be so genuine when he talks to you and it's been a long while since you’ve felt so at ease talking with people you had just met.
As the conversation in the studio flows, you find your attention drifting, your gaze unconsciously drawn to Chan. The soft glow of the studio lights plays on his features, highlighting the contours of his face. It's in these unguarded moments that you can't help but admire the subtle details – the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his expression shifts when he's lost in thought.
You watch with a soft smile, your admiration growing with each word he shares. There's an authenticity in his expression, a genuine enthusiasm that transforms the studio into a sacred space where music isn't just heard; it's felt. He really loves this, a sense of warmth enveloping you as you observe Chan's fervent gestures, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of joy and intensity. It's infectious, and you can't help but smile too as he talks about his love for music, and you can't help but be drawn into the orbit of his passion.
As Chan laughs in response to one of Han's anecdotes, you notice the way his features relax, and a genuine happiness radiates from him. It's a sight that resonates deeply with you – the joy of someone immersed in their element, unburdened and free. He looks beautiful when he's happy, there was so much genuine happiness etched across his face as he and Han mess around. The lines that form when he smiles, the crinkles near his eyes – it's a portrait of a person in their element, and you can't help but be struck by the magnetic charm of his happiness.
Caught in the act, you suddenly realize that Chan has noticed your lingering gaze. His eyes meet yours, and there's a playful glint in them, as if he's amused by the subtle admiration you thought went unnoticed.
A warm flush creeps up your cheeks, and you quickly avert your gaze, pretending to be engrossed in the conversation. Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth.
Chan, however, doesn't let it slide so easily. A teasing smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he gently remarks, "Caught you staring, huh?"
You can feel the embarrassment intensifying, but there's also a lightheartedness in Chan's tone that eases the tension. You play along, mustering a sheepish grin. "Well, you know, it's hard not to appreciate good company and, uh, interesting conversation."
Chan chuckles, a knowing glint still in his eyes. "Interesting conversation, huh? Is that what we're calling it now?"
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As the night in the recording studio winds down, you decide it's time to head back to your apartment. The music has filled the air with creative energy, but the familiarity of your own space calls to you. Chan, sensing your departure, offers to walk you out.
"Hey, I'll walk you to your place," Chan suggests with a friendly smile.
You agree, appreciating the gesture. Together, you exit the studio, the city lights casting a soft glow on the sidewalks. The air is filled with the residual melodies of the night, and as you walk, a comfortable silence settles between you.
Chan takes a moment before breaking the quietude. "You know, I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight."
You turn to him, a genuine warmth in your eyes. "Likewise,” You smile, “I’m uh-- I promise I wasn't staring for the reason you think,” You laugh awkwardly.
As you reach your apartment building, Chan stops, “Oh yeah, I’m sure…” He winks, looking at you with a smirk before continuing, "You know even if we're just getting to know each other, I hope we can do it again. It was really nice to meet you."
His words linger in the air, and you find them unexpectedly touching. "I'd like that, Chan," you reply, a genuine smile forming. "Thanks for the company."
Chan bids you goodnight, watching as you enter your building. As the door closes behind you, he stands there for a moment, a mix of emotions playing on his face.
You let out a sigh and a soft smile as you walk to your apartment door, unlocking it to find your roommate standing in the kitchen as he mixes something in a large bowl.
“Who the hell was that, Y/N?” He pokes at you with a sly grin, “You’re letting guys walk you home now? Where was my invitation?” He says with a playful laugh as he looks down at the bowl.
“Felix, I met someone.”
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end note: Screaming. Question for the commenters.... whats worse? Not knowing your reliving the same day repeatedly, or watching someone else do it?
Thank you so much for reading! I'll work on part 3 as soon as I can!!
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