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lixie-phoria · 1 year

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ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛ felix thinks he's subtle as he pines over you

pairing : felix x gn reader

genre : fluff | warnings : none

"felix can you please concentrate?"

the idol startles at the comment, looking up from his phone to see the boys staring at him expectantly.

"oh, right," he sheepishly mumbles, placing his phone up side down reluctantly as chan goes back to briefing them on the likely plans of their latest comeback. but felix's heart wasn't in it.

he couldn't help himself when his right leg started bouncing unconsciously and he chewed at the inside of his cheek.

why hadn't you acknowledged the flowers he had sent over to your place over an hour ago? he knew the florist was only a 5 minutes drive from your place, so there was no way you hadn't received them yet.

felix was in love with you, and everyone seemed to know it except for you. but in your defense, he'd never tried to explicitly make a move. he instead resorted to sending you flowers everyday. every evening when you reached home from work, there would be a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers you had ever seen waiting for you at your doorstep. everyday was a new flower with their meaning attached and signed by 'your secret admirer'.

it was adorable and the most touching gesture someone had done for you in a while, and you would thank the sender everyday by storying the flowers or tweeting about them. felix had been waiting for this acknowledgement for the past half an hour, thumb growing sore as he refreshed his notifications every two seconds.

did you not like the flowers he sent this time? were you okay? did you reach home safe?

"felix, if you really want to know if y/n received the flowers or not, just text them about it?"

felix startled for what seemed like the 100th time that day, meeting hyunjin's eyes defiantly.

"if i do that, then they would know i sent it to them."

"isn't that the whole point?"

"no."

all 7 of them collectively let out a sigh. this had been going on for months.

chan understood felix's plight, though. he'd been in a similar position himself.

the elder shook his head, subtly pulling out his own phone and typing in a quick message to you.

[ chan ] hi yn :)) which flower did your secret admirer send this time?

it was an innocent question, since you usually updated chan about the flowers first.

you immediately read his message, but when you didn't reply chan furrowed his brows.

but the next second felix jumped up from his chair, a giddy smile pulling at his lips and scaring han half out of his mind.

"they tweeted about it!! they said they loved them and it made their day better."

what felix failed to notice was the little sun emoji you had used when you tweeted about the flowers; an emoji you explicitly used only when talking about or to felix.

oh, so you knew.

how you knew, they weren't sure, but the boys did not have the heart to tell felix that for all his efforts, turns out he hadn't been subtle at all.

©lixie-phoria, 2023

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skzfairyyydreamz · 5 months

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Random texts W/ Bf!Felix 🧸💫

Genre: Smau, Fluff, Crack! || Masterlists

Warnings: A few cuss words, Suggestive joke

a/n: Hi youtiful beings! it’s been a little while since i’ve written anything but i’m so excited to be posting again! i have a ton of fun things planned for this new blog so I hope you enjoy! feedback and reblogs are always appreciated. Comment below to be taglisted!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

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shaylixie · 10 months

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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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emeraldelysian · 11 months

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Bang Chan ✧ Late Nights

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Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: After a full day of recording, Bang Chan still felt restless. Knowing how hard he is on himself during moments like these, you knew there had to be some way to ease the stress he was feeling.

Wordcount: 700+

Warnings: Very fluffy content honestly; let me know if I'm missing anything!

Note: Hi guys, it's been a while! 2023 has been wild so far and I just haven't felt motivated to write. But, I still adore writing and there's plenty of pieces I still want to share with you guys so I thought "Why not something short and sweet to get back into the swing of things?"

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

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You both were in the recording studio. After a full day of recording, Bang Chan still felt restless. The monitors, the preamps, even the samplers seemed like empty canvases that needed to be filled with sound. He sighed and glanced around, feeling like there was something missing.

As he glanced over, his gaze met yours. You were sitting calmly next to him with your head tilted towards him and a small, comforting smile on your face. Your intent stare made him feel at ease. You gripped his hand gently, silently reassuring him that you were by his side.

"Hey," you said, breaking the silence. "It's getting late."

He mumbled something in response, but he didn't sound convinced. He shifted in his chair, turning back to the laptop both of them had been poring over for hours. His eyes were clouded, and a crease appeared between his eyebrows as he tried to focus on the task at hand. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it, instead pushing himself away from the desk and stretching out his arms with a sigh. It was clear that despite how desperately he wanted to make progress today, he wouldn't be able to accomplish anything without taking some time to regroup.

You watched as he squinted at the screen of his sleek, black laptop. With a wistful smile, you leaned over and suggested, "But before we go, can we just take a break and play something for fun? It doesn't have to be anything official."

He looked up from his computer and regarded you with warm eyes. You felt a shiver run down your spine; his gaze was intense and electric. "Sure," he agreed with a nod.

Bang Chan adjusted the volume on the speakers, and a slow, mellow song filled the air. He began to play the first few notes of the song, and soon you joined in. He glanced around the studio and smiled. This was the moment he'd been waiting for.

The two of you played for what felt like hours; you were lost in each other's presence as his gentle melodies ran through your veins. Your fingers moved along with his, as if they had a mind of their own. You looked up at him and saw that he was smiling too, an expression of pure joy on his face.

He gradually increased the tempo until it was fast-paced enough to be called a jam session. You both moved synonymously together and seemed one with the music as it surged through your bodies. The energy grew stronger as each second passed, feeding off of each other's enthusiasm and love for melody creation.

Your eyes met once more as you closed out with a crash cymbal flourish, signaling the end of a perfect jam session between two kindred musicians. Bang Chan leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, sharing this moment before everything would go back to normalcy again—a reminder that no matter how crazy life became in or outside of the recording studio, you could always make time to create beauty through music together.

After the song ended, Bang Chan smiled at you warmly. “Thank you," he said softly. “For today...and for always."

His words caressed your heart like gentle waves crashing against the shoreline. You smiled back at him contentedly—and before either of you could say something else—you leaned forward and captured his lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss that seemed to last forever.

“My pleasure," you whispered, pulling back to gaze into his eyes. It had been such a relief to be able to turn his stress into something creative and enjoyable.

The soft chuckle lingered in the air as he leaned into you. His hair felt like cotton under your fingertips as you ran them through his locks, and you felt him relax into your embrace. He looked up at you with a glimmer of hope, grateful for the brief moment of reprieve from the stormy skies.

You plant a kiss on his forehead before whispering, "Now, come on. Let's go somewhere else and keep singing."

Bang Chan nodded happily, taking your hand in his.

"Wherever you want to go," he said, "I'll follow you."

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jenli-leleesss · 11 months

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♡ ─ texting with best friend minho

⌕ request ⌕ stray kids masterlist

#skz #stray kids #lee know #minho #skz imagine #stray kids imagine #lee know imagine #minho imagine #skz reaction #stray kids reaction #lee know reaction #minho reaction #skz text #stray kids text #lee know text #minho text #kpop imagine #kpop reaction #kpop text

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thr3esir4cha · 1 month

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Skz tercermundistas es lo mejor que me pudo pasar, amooo <3

#kpop memes #memeskz #stray kids #skz meme #stray kids text #stray #seungmin #lee know #skz felix #lol memes #felix #tercermundista #edits #oxxo #tacos

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thefantasyden · 1 month

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Sexting Stray Kids when they're away (Hyung Line)

Breeding kink warning for Chris as always. Y'all know to expect that by now

#stray kids smut #stray kids smau #stray kids text #stray kids fake text #skz text #skz fake text #skz smit #skz smau #chan smut #bang chan smut #chris bang smut #minho smut #lee know smut #lee minho smut #changbin smut #seo changbin smut #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut

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cinnamostar · 4 months

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skz random texts 2 !

cw : one kms joke, two are suggestive, all gender neutral

based off random ss ive seen on twitter lmfao

note : i am not taking any requests at the moment :3 just for fun and to feed u guys content til my next fic

#cinnatexts #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz smau #skz texts #skz fake texts #stray kids smau #stray kids text #stray kids fake texts #skz crack #stray kids crack #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz fic #stray kids fanfic

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lixie-phoria · 1 year

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ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛ chan thinks he's subtle as he pines over you

pairing : chan x gn reader

prompt : chan was hopeless when it came to flirting with you. his idea was to post on instagram and wait for you to like the picture and magically realize one day that you're just as much in love with him.

genre : fluff !

felix is the first one to notice chan sitting by himself in one corner of their dressing room, brows furrowed and anxiously chewing at his lower lip.

"what's wrong, hyung?" he asks from across the room, successfully capturing everyone's attention.

"nothing." Chan tries to brush it off, but everybody notices the blush creeping up his cheeks.

han giggles, eyeing the phone their leader keeps checking every two minutes. everybody knew what had the idol in such a mood.

you probably hadn't liked the latest selfie he had posted.

Bang Chan was a producer, instrumentalist, singer, dancer, rapper, and leader of one of the biggest 4th gen kpop groups, but when it came to you, he couldn't help himself. the thought of maintaining eye contact with you for longer than a second, much less flirting with you, reduced him into a blushing-stuttering mess. hence, he resorted to the least noticeable option - posting semi thirst traps on their public instagram account, waiting for you to notice the post and like it.

"if you want them to see it, just send it to them." lee know teases.

"I am not waiting for y/n to like my post!"

"I never said I was talking about y/n."

That shuts chan up. he throws a hand over his face, groaning. "I can see that they're online. why wont they just like it?"

jeongin rolls his eyes, pulling out his own phone and sending you a message, which you read giggling.

[ innie ] hey, please do us all a favor and like chan hyung's latest post?

the next minute chan jumps up from his place, a wide smile pulling at his lips.

"They liked the post!"

jeongin really didn't have the heart to tell chan what he had to do.

©lixie-phoria, 2023.

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skzfairyyydreamz · 4 months

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Arguments w/Bf!Skz ❤️‍🩹

(listening to Found Eachother by Kodoku on repeat while reading this is highly recommended for ambience purposes). Masterlists

Genre: Angst (i tried) , humor/crack, smau, skztexts

Warnings: Bf!Skz, Husband/dad!Felix, Cussing, Mentions of breakup, mentions of cheating, szk x fem reader, a tiny bit suggestive (Hyunjin), some are alot more angsty than the others, some are playful.

A/n: so sorry this post took over a week, work and life got a little intense and on top of that i was superrr sick 😭(but we back bc they cant kill me imma bad b!tch)😂! i wanted to feeeel something so i tried something new and gave the angst theme a try (please reblog and give me your feedback! it is highly appreciated) (Taglist is open!)

if you’ve read this far, you are a sexy human and i love you! here’s a kiss *MWAH* 😘🫶🏼

taglist: @hanniemylovelyquokka @goblinracha @tinyelfperson ??? (open)

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shaylixie · 10 months

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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.

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.

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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