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stray-scenarios · 7 years ago

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[request] [scenario] carnival date

requested by @timelordlostingotham // srry for the long wait!! hope you enjoy it ♡(｡- ω -)

title: carnival date

member: chan

genre: fluff

warning(s): none

word count: 1672 + text bonus

“Hyung, (F/N)’s -”

“...here.”

Chan bolts past Changbin, who is nearly knocked over in the elder’s rush to the door. He shoots his leader a strange look before entering their room to take a nap.

The rest of the members are spread throughout the living room, giggling at the nervous jump in Chan’s step. The leader shoots his members a sharp glare, only furthering their giggling into maniacal laughter. He shakes his head and reaches the entryway, smiling softly at the sight of you leaning in the doorway, glancing around their dorm.

“Hey,” Chan greets, drawing your attention away from the mess of takeout and snacks behind him. “You look nice,” he adds, running a hand through his fringe. He hears Felix let out a low ‘oOoo’ from the living room and sighs, chuckling.

“Thanks,” you smile, peering over his shoulder to wave at the staring members, who shyly wave back. “No babysitter?” You ask teasingly.

He grins, shrugging. “They’re old enough to take care of themselves.” You both wince at the sound of something clattering loudly against the hardwood floor, followed by the frantic shouting of Hyunjin and Woojin.

“Sounds like it,” you laugh, eliciting a deep sigh from Chan, who only face palms.

“Let’s go before they break something else,” he suggests, turning towards the panicked males. “We’re leaving,” Chan says, a nervous grin on his face.

“Have a good time, hyung.”

“Have fun, hyung!”

“Be safe!”

You wave goodbye to them before stepping out into the hall, followed by Chan, who shuts and locks the door securely behind him.

“They’re sweet,” you smile, following Chan towards the elevators.

He presses the button and turns to you with a smug look on his face. “Of course they are; I raised them.”

You roll your eyes and step into the elevator as it opens, and he steps in behind you, chuckling.

The two of you arrive at the carnival after a short taxi ride over, and aren’t surprised to see the overwhelming amount of people bustling through the fairground.

It’s fairly warm, and a gentle breeze brushes throughout the area once in a while, keeping you and the rest of the attendees cool. The night sky is illuminated by strung up lights and lamp posts, as well as the large multicolor ferris wheel, slowly spinning.

You stop walking to observe the flashing lights of the ferris wheel, and Chan stops beside you, glancing at you. He smiles slightly, admiring the look of awe on your face before asking: “Want to ride it?”

“Can we?!” You ask excitedly, startling a few bystanders. You drop your head out of embarrassment, then clear your throat. “I mean… Can we…?” You repeat quietly, prompting him to laugh.

“Of course.”

The line is relatively long, so the two of you spend it catching up on each other’s lives.

“So, you’re a debuted man, huh?” You tease, poking his side.

He rubs the afflicted area, feigning pain.

“Yeah,” he grins, “I’m pretty cool now, so you’re lucky you fit into my schedule.”

You roll your eyes and turn away, but he places his hands on your shoulder to turn you back around.

“I’m joking,” he frowns.

You stare at him, a serious expression on your face, before breaking into a smile.

“Not funny,” he mutters, “I was going to get on my knees and apologize.”

“I should’ve kept going then,” you reply, laughing.

He rolls his eyes and kicks at the ground, stepping forward as the line progressed. His gaze drops to the tops of his sneakers, and he quietly murmurs, “I missed this. Sorry...for always being busy.”

“Hey,” you nudge his arm with your elbow, and he looks back up, dejected. “It’s nothing to be sorry for. We’re together now.” He smiles softly, and you attempt to lighten the mood by adding, “Annnd, you’re a father of eight now. Of course you’re busy.”

The two of you are at the front of the line, and upon hearing ‘father of eight’ the ride conductor shoots the both of you a strange look.

Chan nervously grins at him, and you try your best to muffle your laughter as the two of you follow him onto the platform, boarding the ferris wheel.

You slide into the seat first, and Chan joins you shortly after, panicking as the car shakes beneath his weight. His hand grabs onto yours for support, and is slightly flustered at the action. He steals a quick glance at you, relieved to see you smiling to yourself, face reddened.

He keeps his hold on your hand relaxed, but squeezes it slightly when the ride starts up again, the car shaking back and forth slightly. The two of you begin to slowly ascend, giving you a breathtaking view of the city and its lights.

You can feel Chan’s pulse increasing through the tips of his fingers, so you glance over at him and smile softly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he smiles back. His eyes go from you to your intertwined hands, prompting him to smile even wider. “Never better.”

You look away shyly, focusing on the sights at the top of the ferris wheel. The city lights twinkle in the distance, and the faint sound of cars honking can be heard. The crowd’s conversations are quieter, muffled, even.

Up here, it’s just you, Chan, and a view.

For him, you are the view.

The lights make your eyes even brighter, and the visible delight in your expression stirs the butterflies in his stomach.

It’s the thousandth time he has fallen for you, but it always feels like the first.

The two of you spend the rest of the ride blanketed in a comfortable silence, with Chan watching you, and you, the view.

But it’s much too hard to focus on the view when Chan’s hand is in yours and your heart is racing. All you can think about is the way his hand fits in yours, the warmth it’s radiating, and how much more you can take before imploding.

The ride rotates once more before you and Chan are let off, with Chan leading the way out. He keeps his hold on your hand firm, guiding you towards the game booths.

You idly walk around, glancing around at the booths whilst simultaneously dodging the occasional frantic child.

You stop at a basketball booth and look up at the prizes hung above. “Oh,” you say, pointing towards an ash brown kangaroo plushie. “Reminds me of you,” you grin.

“Alright, now I have to get it.” He smirks as he releases your hand to dig for his wallet, then steps closer to the booth. “One round please.”

One round turns into twenty, and despite your persistent pestering, Chan continues. You feel bad for allowing him to progress so far, but he’s determined - and a determined Chan is hard to stop.

Eventually, Chan makes three consecutive baskets, securing the plushie at last. He holds the kangaroo up towards you triumphantly, and you take it from him, smiling defeatedly.

“Have a little more faith in me,” he pouts, taking your hand in his once more. “Do you know who I am?”

“Bang Chan?” You reply, squeezing his hand.

He chuckles, swinging your hands slightly. “Oh!”

His eyes light up and you follow his gaze, landing on the lit up photobooth.

After ensuring no one is in it, you squish into the booth and insert a few dollars into the machine.

“First one… Smile?” Chan suggests, and you hum in agreement, smoothing down your hair.

The two of you smile brightly into the camera, and the timer for the next photo begins. He makes a strange face at the camera and you mimic it, eliciting giggles from you both. The photo saves, and the next timer begins.

You hold the kangaroo in your lap up and kiss it, and Chan scrunches his nose, pouting. You laugh after the photo is taken, returning the kangaroo back to your lap.

The timer for the last photo begins to count down quickly, and you’re out of ideas for poses. You look to Chan and ask, “What should we do for the last -”

You’re cut off by Chan, who quickly captures your lips with his. You melt into the warmth of his lips on yours, mumbling ‘not fair’ in between kisses. He smiles against you, pulling away to press another kiss on your forehead.

You bury your head into his side, and he wraps an arm around you, chuckling. “Too much?”

“Shut up, Chan,” you grumble, leaning into his hold.

The two of you spend a few more minutes sitting in the booth, waiting for your photos to print.

He calls you a taxi, wanting to see you off safely before calling one for himself.

“Thank you for...everything, really,” you murmur, watching the taxi pull up to the curb. Chan waves at the driver and opens the door for you, leaning inside to tell him your address.

“No, thank you, (F/N). For being you.” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek and shuts the door behind you.

You arrive home warm, the feel of Chan’s lips faint against yours.

When Chan gets home, he’s surprised to see the lights in the living room and kitchen on. He removes his shoes and makes his way inside, and is greeted by all eight members lounging in the living room.

“How did it go hyung?”

Chan takes a seat on the floor between Changbin and Woojin, who glance at their leader curiously.

He shrugs. “My lips are sealed.”

“...sealed with (F/N)’s?” Woojin grins, holding up the photostrip of you and Chan.

“How -” Chan’s eyes widen, hands shooting to the pockets of his jacket.

“It fell out,” Woojin shrugs, handing the photostrip back. Chan snatches it back, placing it back into his pocket.

“Did it really?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Ok...I might have taken it.”

Chan groans, throwing himself back onto the floor as the members begin to bombard him with questions.

-BONUS-

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids #bang chan #chan #i couldnt stop blushing writing this #i think im in love with chan now thanks #also this might be all over the place #forgive me bc i just started writing again haha #also trying to balance this blog with my svt blog #-cries in spanish-

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stray-scenarios · 8 years ago

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[request] [scenario] flowers

((ahh first request done!!! ty for sending it anon♡♡))

Title: flowers

Member: hyunjin

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1468 + text screenshots

“Hyunjin-ah, something came for you.”

Chan sticks his head into the younger’s room, who’s currently lying on his bed, scrolling through their previous V-LIVE’s comments. Hyunjin grunts as he sits up, ruffling his hair and sending the leader a look of confusion. “I didn’t order anything though?”

Chan shrugs and walks into the room, holding a clear glass vase containing an arrangement of pastel pink and purple flowers, water swaying around at the bottom of it. He sets it down on the nightstand beside Hyunjin’s bed, and then reaches into the pocket of his hoodie, removing an envelope. “It’s from…” He squints, “(F/N). Who -”

Hyunjin snatches the envelope from Chan’s grasp before the elder could finish his question, delicately tearing the material open. Chan stares at him in disbelief, crossing his arms. “Hyunjin? Hello?”

>> Jinnie, Congratulations on moving into a new dorm with the others!! You’re not going to be a trainee anymore~ <(￣︶￣)> I know flowers seem impractical as a gift, especially for a dorm with 9 boys… x-x But I just got the job here, so I don’t really have much to spend… I would’ve sent you snacks instead ㅠㅠ The smell should be strong enough to get rid of the smell of Jeongin-ah’s sweat ㅋㅋㅋ Anyway, I miss you! Stay strong, and work hard towards your debut ♡ -(F/N) P.S. These are gladiolus flowers! They mean “never give up” (⌒▽⌒)☆ Stray Kids fighting! P.P.S. I got a new number! +82-x-xxxx-xxxx

Chan waves his hand in the space between Hyunjin’s face and the letter, wiping the spacey smile off of the younger’s face.

“W-what?” Hyunjin mutters, folding the letter carefully between his fingers. He tucks it into the top drawer of his nightstand, then turns to look up at his hyung. “She’s a close friend from back home… She works part-time at the flower shop by the dorm.”

“The smile on your face says otherwise.” Chan squishes the younger’s cheeks between his palms, shaking his head in disappointment. “You like her.”

“I like--” Hyunjin sputters, laughing nervously, “don’t be riduculous hyung!” Chan raises an eyebrow at him, and Hyunjin drops his head, defeated. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Chan breaks into a wide grin and cooes, “Look at you, finding love. So cute~” He pulls Hyunjin into a headlock, rubbing his hair affectionately. “Ahh, I can’t believe you, finding it before hyung!”

You’re drying your hair when you hear your phone buzz on its charger, an unfamiliar scramble of numbers appearing on your screen.

You smile and place your phone back onto the nightstand, aware of the warmth circulating in your cheeks and the tingling in the tips of your fingers.

You lay down and bury your face into your pillow, muffling your squeals of joy.

When you enter the shop Wednesday afternoon, you’re astounded at the number of people browsing the store and in line at the register. Most of the shelves are empty, only stray petals and leaves remaining.

You slip through the crowd of customers and enter the breakroom, trading your backpack for the store’s apron, your name embroidered into the left breast. You tie your hair and glance at your phone resting at the bottom of your locker, and pout at the sight of the ‘no notifications’ screen.

Hyunjin hasn’t texted you since, but it’s understandable; his career’s finally taking off, and with that comes longer practices and schedules. You slip your phone into the pocket of your apron anyway, just in case he does find time to message you.

You emerge from the breakroom and enter the back of the counter, where your boss is busy ringing customers up. She hands a frantic looking man a bouquet of red roses, then turns to you, smiling.

“I’m alright out here,” she says, scanning the next customer’s items, “but there’s a special order that needs to be finished by 4:30. Could you put it together?”

You shoot her a thumbs up and she chuckles, handing you a post-it, the order written neatly on it. She then directs her attention back to manning the register.

You enter the backroom, a room behind the register and beside the breakroom. It’s where the shipments of fresh flowers are sorted before being placed into arrangements and bouquets. For the most part, the room is empty, thanks to the rush of last-minute Valentine’s Day gift buyers.

Your boss had already set aside the flowers necessary for the order, and they sit waiting for you at the worktable in a bucket full of fresh water.

The flowers of choice are sweetpea and white jasmines, both sweet flowers, in terms of smell and meaning. The soft pink of the sweetpea compliment the pure white of the jasmines, making the combination even more appealing when assorted into a bouquet.

It isn’t a difficult order to complete, especially when it only asked for two flowers. You trim stems and leaves, then arrange the flowers in an organized pattern, assuring that the same colored flowers don’t clash.

A half hour later you finish, wrapping the flowers carefully in a combination of clear, pink, and silver plastic, securing it with a white bow. Your co-worker in charge of deliveries comes around shortly, complimenting your handiwork before taking off again.

You poke your head out of the backroom, not surprised that the situation hasn’t changed. Customers are picking at what’s left of the bouquets, and are starting to gravitate towards the bins containing loose flowers.

“I can take the register,” you hum, stepping beside your boss. “Take a short break.”

She smiles warmly at you, thankful, and finishes ringing up the last customer before letting you step in.

She’s a few steps away when you call after her, “And leave the key on the table! I can close today. You’ve worked hard.”

“You’re an angel, (F/N)-ah.”

You scrunch your nose at her, smiling shyly.

You frown at the lack of a response, and return your phone to the pocket of your hoodie. The door to the shop jingles open, so you step out of the breakroom, your backpack slung over your shoulder. “Sorry, we’re closed for - Hyunjin!”

“Hey, (F/N),” he pants, bending forward slightly. “I,” he huffs, “ran here… Need to… Catch my breath.” He has one hand over his chest while the other remains behind his back.

“Are you holding something?” You question, attempting to circle around him. He rotates with you, preventing you from seeing. “Hyunjin,” you pout.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise!” He whines, mirroring your pout. “Fine.”

He reveals his right hand, holding a familiar bouquet of sweetpea and white jasmine flowers, a playful grin on his face.

“You…” You laugh and take it from him, the plastic crinkling in your grasp. “I made my own bouquet,” you state, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Hey, you didn’t know it was for you,” he retorts, shrugging.

You thumb over the attached mini-card, which you clearly remember leaving blank, as per the customer’s - Hyunjin’s - request. However, instead of it being blank as expected, the words “I like you, (f/n). Be my girlfriend?” are written on it in dark ink.

You look up at Hyunjin, who’s quietly fiddling with the hem of his hoodie, his cheeks flushed pink. You smile softly at him, and read over the words, assuring yourself that this is real, and not a dream.

“I specifically chose sweetpea and jasmine for it, because, you know…” He shyly trails off, biting his inner-lip.

“They represent sweetness and love,” you finish for him, warmth spreading through your cheeks.

“...Yeah. I had to search up a lot of flowers and their meanings,” he sighs, rubbing his face.

You laugh, “I appreciate the effort, Jinnie.”

His heart nearly stops at the use of his nickname, because woah, hearing it is a lot better than reading it. He smiles to himself, fighting back an excited squeal.

“I love them,” you murmur, smiling up at him, “...even if I had to arrange them myself,” you add. You study the bouquet for a few seconds, thinking. “Wait here,” you tell him.

He shoots you a look of confusion when you turn and enter the backroom, returning with a single, yellow flower.

“For your answer,” you say, “Here.”

You hand him the yellow flower, and he cocks an eyebrow at you, not catching on.“Daffodils represent new beginnings,” you inform him, and he lets out a soft ‘oh’ in realization.

“So this means…” He twirls the flower between his fingers, “We’re... Together. Dating,” he clarifies.

You nod, and he beams, grinning. He reaches for your hand, gently intertwining your fingers, his hand warm in yours. He squeezes your hand in his, and then brings it up to his lips, pressing a soft, fluttering kiss to the back of it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, (F/N).”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Jinnie.”

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