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ateez-babygirl · 9 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞

☆ Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

☆ Warnings: Mentions of a break-up

☆ Request: For @moonfairyshay

☆ Characters: Felix, Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 2.5k

☆ Synopsis: Felix and Chan comfort Y/N after a break-up

With shuddering breaths wracking her body, Y/N watched in a mild daze as the car she had been sitting in a mere thirty seconds ago sped away from her in a cloud of thick dust and screeching tires. It was too early for her heart to ache, the initial shock of what had happened inviting a wave of numbness to wash up on her; though despite it all, it didn't stop the blurring tears from suddenly dripping down her hot cheeks out of nowhere.

It was the middle of the evening, the dustiest of clouds spiralling across the sky in a thick blanket. What was supposed to be a memorable date had unexpectedly combusted and its smithereens rained down on Y/N in a bout of confusion and disbelief. Her breaths left her in an erratic frenzy as the dreams and hopes she had so naively allowed herself to dote upon previously swirled before her mind's eye.

She had thought she would marry this man.

She had imagined a whole life, a whole future with him.

How could she have been so stupid?

Y/N wiped the back of her hand over her hot cheeks. She had been stranded on the curb of an unfamiliar street - it was too far from her home to walk, and it was too late for her to catch a bus. With barely enough money with her to afford a taxi, Y/N mustered up all her remaining strength as much as she could to prevent herself from breaking down on the footpath her feet were firmly planted on. Her eyes fell shut as she tried to stay calm - not only had he left her and put an end to their relationship, he had also left her on the outskirts of her city with no means of getting back home. Her insides were a tangled mess; sge was distraught, lost, and ultimately on the verge of an angry panic attack.

She closed her hand over her heavily pounding chest, trying to stop it from almost bursting out of her skin.

So much for starting off the new season with a bang, she thought.

A friendly face suddenly popping into Y/N's head, the woman hastily dug through her pocket. She retrieved her phone with trembling fingers - she only had one person in mind who she wanted to be with while she was in such a state, and she internally hoped he wasn't busy.

Y/N: Hey … you busy?

The man replied in a split second, Y/N's phone blinking up at her in the dark.

Felix ♡: Y/N!! 🥰 Nah … just gaming with Chris. Why?

Y/N: Oh … nevermind. Don't want to disturb you. Have fun with him 😊

Felix ♡: NO OI no come back here

Felix ♡: You know you can literally never disturb me?

Felix ♡: What's wrong???

Y/N rubbed her free hand over her cheeks; they had grown damp again, her vision unpredictable as she blinked. She swallowed thickly, her fingers trembling as they tapped against her screen.

Y/N: Can you pick me up?

Y/N: Date didn't end very well …

Y/N: Kinda ended completely, actually

A split second later, Y/N's phone vibrated against the skin of her hand. Felix was calling her, and the woman gulped, trying to clear the predictable hoarseness in her voice before accepting the call.

“Hey,” she whispered shakily.

“What did he do?” Felix immediately questioned her, his usually calming voice now full of anger that was presumably aimed at her ex boyfriend. “I swear, if he laid a fucking finger on you, I'll - “

“It's not like that, Lix,” Y/N whispered, cutting through what she expected to have been a lengthy rant. “I … I'll tell you later. I just wanna go home.”

Felix sighed. A jangle of keys and murmured words she couldn't quite decipher sounded on the other end, and a moment later the man's voice adopted a much softer tone that caused Y/N's eyes to tear up all over again. “Okay, just stay where you are. Drop your location and I'll come get you. Don't move, okay? I'm gonna be as fast as I can.”

“Thanks, Lix,” Y/N gulped. She removed her phone from her ear and swiped across it to send him a link to the rogue street she was standing upon. He opened the message instantly, and reiterated he'd be there soon, and Y/N slipped her phone back into her pocket; her shoulder automatically sagged against a dusty wall as if she could no longer hold herself up anymore, and she finally allowed herself to dive into the emotions she had been holding in.

Y/N's sobs were quiet in the dark, and most of her thoughts were an incoherent jumble that she couldn't quite decipher yet. But at the same time, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about one specific thing.

Was she truly unloveable that he had to choose another woman over her?

True to his word, Felix's car soon blinked into view. The headlights were almost blinding in the pitch black street, but the shape and size of his car were unmistakable; hastily wiping her tears away, Y/N walked towards it as it slowed to a halt, and she opened the back door to find Chan sitting in the middle seat. His warm eyes blinked up at her from beneath the rim of his black cap, a snug hoodie hugging his body and melting into the deep shadows in the car.

“Hope you don't mind me tagging along,” Chan hummed in a gentle way, his gaze soft as he made eye contact. “Got the heated seats on for you.”

Y/N ignored the recurring lump forming in the pit of her throat as she slowly slid into the seat beside him. True to Chan's words, her back and legs were immediately cushioned by the heat beneath the upholstery, and once more, her eyes blurred. She shut the door behind her and Felix’s eyes were empathetic in the rear view mirror as he reached around the driver's seat before gently patting her knee, his touch just as warm as the seat and bringing further tears to her eyes.

“I don't,” Y/N whispered in response to Chan as she fastened her belt around her. “Mind.”

Chan's gaze softened as he watched her. She looked as though she was on the cusp of shattering into tiny pieces within the next minute, her eyes red and her lower lip caught between her teeth. Wordlessly, Chan slowly slid his arm around her shoulders, his fingers delicate as they smoothed up her arm. They travelled to her hair where he briefly carded them through her windswept locks, and he gently cupped the side of her head as he brought it down to rest against the slope of his shoulder.

Y/N's breath immediately hitched at the warmth of his contact. A tear rolled across the bridge of her nose and sank into the fabric of Chan's hoodie, and the man shifted a little to rest his cheek against the top of her head as his hand slid up and down her arm at a slow, soothing pace.

“Let it all out,” Chan whispered, holding her a little closer to him. “You're safe here … it's just me and Lix, yeah? You don't have to hide anything from us.”

Y/N sniffled in response, her chest twinging as the series of events that had plagued her for the past few hours finally caught up on her; she turned her head and scrunched her eyes up as her forehead leaned against Chan's shoulder, and the man's fingers were gentle as they squeezed her arm in a comforting gesture. His tender presence was accompanied by the comforting silence the car's atmosphere provided, the click-click from the indicator strangely calming every now and then as Felix turned his car down various roads.

They reached his home in no time; despite her feeble protesting, Y/N soon found herself nestled into one of Felix's hoodies, and she was tucked up onto the sofa in between her two friends. The way their limbs were possessively encircled around her resembled that of two clingy koalas, and despite the overload of heat that was sinking into her body from their cuddles, their affection was making her feel much better than she had initially anticipated. Her earlier anger had ebbed away, and she sank further into their grip as if they could stop her from falling apart.

“What happened?” Felix asked her quietly, moving so he could curl one of his arms around hers. His other hand had begun to delve into a large snack bowl, and his fingers alternated between feeding himself, feeding Y/N, and Chan.

Y/N sighed. She slid a little further down the sofa, the neckline of the hoodie kissing her lips. “He just … he fell in love with someone else. I asked him to choose, and he chose her. He chose her over me.”

Her words were simple, but they held a lot of weight; just saying them out loud caused Y/N's eyes to well up, and she dropped her head as her breath hitched.

Wordlessly, Felix and Chan tightened their hold on her. Chan's chin was soft as it rested on top of her head, and Felix's hands were light as they rubbed slow circles into her back; she couldn't help it when she burst into tears all over again. She turned, her face dropping against Felix's chest just as Chan wrapped his arms around her waist, her back cocooned by his body. Their caresses and tight embraces were continuous as she cried for what felt like an eternity, their patience with her only making her cry further. But her tears dried after a while, her energy depleted as she sagged into her friends.

“It's okay,” Felix murmured, his voice low as it reverberated through his chest. His hand was patting the back of her head, the drum of his fingers rhythmic. “He didn't deserve you, Y/N. I know you loved him but … you know you deserve someone who chooses you first. Not someone else.”

Y/N's voice was muffled against his chest. “But I love him. I don't want anyone else.”

From behind her, Chan sighed softly with growing sympathy. His fingers were light as they traced her sides. “Sometimes the people you love just … aren't always going to be good for you. If he truly loved you and was supposed to be with you, he wouldn't have even thought about being with someone else.”

Exhaling laboriously in her friends’ arms, Y/N rubbed a hand across her wet cheeks. “Yeah … maybe you're right. But … it hurts.”

Felix pouted. He squeezed her a little tighter, moving closer. His head banging into Chan's as he did so, and the collision caused them both to crack up with chaotic laughter. Y/N looked up, her own tired face breaking into a watery smile at the comical sight of them clutching their foreheads as though they were cartoons.

“You're both so great at comforting a person,” Y/N drawled, her voice edged with a teasing lilt. “Can't go a minute without doing something silly.”

“Hey, that was Lix, not me,” Chan laughed as he rubbed at his hairline. “Think he got a bit carried away.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “You literally leaned in at the same time as I did. It's your fault too, Chris.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chan grinned. He peered down at Y/N, his face affectionate as he rubbed her shoulder. “Hey … do you wanna talk about it some more? Or do you wanna forget about it for now?”

Humming in thought, Y/N leaned back against the sofa. “I'll talk about it tomorrow. Maybe. Can we just watch a movie or something?”

Felix immediately bounded off of the sofa in response, his eyes lighting up. “Let me get more snacks first.”

Y/N and Chan laughed at the speed of which he shot off into the kitchen, and as they waited, Y/N dropped her head back against Chan's shoulder. It was sturdy and reassuring beneath her, and she found her anxiety and panic leaving her body further as the man slipped his arm around her and gently mussed up her hair with his fingertips, making her smile.

“I know you said you don't wanna talk about it,” Chris said quietly, sweeping her hair away from her temples. “But let me say this … it's okay if it hurts. It'd be weird if it didn't hurt, you know? I mean, you did sound a long time loving him. You don't have to be okay right now … just know that we're all here for you whenever you need … you don't have to be strong right now. You know you're not alone, right?”

Pursing her lips as she fought not to cry again, Y/N nodded against the strength of his arm. “I know,” she whispered.

Chan smiled then, mischief flashing in his eyes. “And, if you ever need someone to … I don't know, dispose of him for you … “

“Then I'll ask Felix,” Y/N giggled, making Chan chuckle under his breath. “It's okay. I don't hate him like that.”

“Hate who?” Felix asked as he sidled back into the room. He pulled a mock sad face, his facial features contorting dramatically. “Me?”

“No, not you,” Y/N shook her head as Felix flopped back into his vacated seat. “Who could ever hate you?”

Felixs's gaze darkened. “A lot of people.”

“Well, they don't know what they're talking about,” Chan clicked his teeth together, a distasteful expression on his face that made both Y/N and Felix laugh. “Nah … we were on about her ex.”

“Oh,” Felix nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I hate him.”

“Me too,” Chan agreed.

Y/N sighed. “You two can hate him for me. Right now, I don't wanna think about him ever again.”

“Good idea,” Felix said, and he pulled the large bowl of snacks towards them all again. “Throw all thoughts of him out of the window. We're gonna have the best movie marathon ever, and you're gonna feel so much better … that's the Aussie guarantee.”

“What?” Both Y/N and Chan burst into peals of laughter at his last statement.

“You're speaking for the whole of Australia?” Y/N asked him.

“Yeah,” Felix smirked, his mouth spreading wide across his face. “But mostly just for me and Chris.”

Snorting with quiet laughter, Y/N detangled herself from Chan and wrapped her arms around Felix's waist. “Oh yeah? And what else does this Aussie guarantee entail?”

Felix chuckled. “Unlimited snacks. And cuddles.”

A genuine smile on her face, Y/N squeezed him a little tighter. She knew she had made the right decision in going to him; with her friends snuggled up to her side, Y/N had a feeling that she would be alright.

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ateez-babygirl · 17 days

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Hi!:) Sorry if you busy but could I ask you something? I was thinking if you could do something where you have frequent migraines and Felix is there to take care of you and comfort you. Thanks (and also I waned to say that I love your writing). Bye 😘

awww thank you TT so sweet. hehe sorry this took me so long, anon... i had this in my drafts for ages but it's here now ! here you go <3

haze - lee felix

pairing: lee felix x reader

summary: felix helps you out when you get a migraine

genre: fluff, idol! au, jisung is goofy at the start (but what's new tbh), chan is helpful (again, what's new), not proofread nyehehe, softie lix, bit angsty, reader gets migraines :(

a/n: comments, likes, reblogs appreciated <3 divider from @chilumitos

You laugh just as Jisung shovels a forkful of pasta into his mouth, grinning wildly as sauce stains the corners of his mouth. Minho slaps him on the back and Chan chides him frantically, reaching across Minho's lap to wipe sauce off Jisung's mouth. At this point, your stomach hurts from laughing so hard, a slightly painful but gleeful ache settling in the pit of your stomach. Next to your side, Felix is doing the exact same, and you both lean heavily on each other as the sound of chattering and excitable laughing fills the night air.

Felix was getting together with the boys for a night out, and had invited you along, knowing that the boys would be pleased to see you. You had gladly agreed, having nothing else to do apart from sit at home and scroll through your phone. Felix had driven the both of you to the restaurant where you were meeting the boys. Stepping out of the car, the cold, chilly air of the evening had hit you both straight in the face, and you had grinned just as the rest of the boys had come bounding up.

Jisung had tackled you in a full-blown hug, Minho and Seungmin both having to pry him off you, while Chan wrestled with Changbin's arms that were wrapped tightly around Felix. You'd been released, slightly breathless, but so, so glad to see them. Their schedules hadn't allowed for much personal time, so it was lovely to be able to sit with them under the deep gloaming of the sky and eat to your hearts' content.

It had been so long.

Finally controlling your laughter, you held onto Felix's arm to keep yourself upright, wiping away a stray tear of mirth just as Jisung choked. Chan let out a yelp, moving to Jisung's side, and Hyunjin slapped his friend harshly on the back, trying to dislodge the food.

Felix and you bent over wheezing just as Jisung cleared his airways, flipping two thumbs in the air and grinning. Your head was beginning to hurt from the laughing but you brushed it off as the rowdy group continued with the meal.

The night progressed smoothly for the next few hours, the boys talking and laughing and chattering, and you doing the exact same. Your head was beginning to throb slightly and you sipped on your drink, the iced, saccharine, carbonated drink doing nothing to ease the growing aching in your temples. Pressing your thumbs discreetly to the space under your eyes, you breathed deeply, trying to still the aching throb. When that didn't work, you dropped your hands, sighing. Guess you'd be nursing a headache for the rest of the night. You clenched the cold glass in your hand, the condensation dripping off and forming a ring on the varnished table underneath. Felix nudged you suddenly, his eyes alight with the soft, golden glow from the street fairy lights hanging overhead. His voice was soft, considering the fact he'd been pretty much yelling excitedly for most of the night.

"You okay?" he smiled, leaning down a little to peer into your eyes.

You nod mutely, not wanting to exacerbate the pain in your head, and not wanting to risk ruining the night for Felix. It'd been so long since he'd been able to just enjoy himself, no dance practices, no promotions, no fansigns or vocal lessons. Just him and his friends.

And you.

But it felt like your head had been split in half. A searing pain shot through your forehead, followed by a dull ache where the bridge of your nose met your eyelids. You clenched your fists, trying to stop a rush of frustrated tears. Why did you always have to ruin everything?

Felix, noticing your worrying lack of response, placed a reassuring, warm hand on your thigh. He leaned down a little more, eyes filled with concern and a little confusion.

"Sunflower?" he spoke lowly, just loud enough for only you to hear. "What's wrong? You look pale..." he took your hand, squeezing it lightly. You saw Minho and Hyunjin glance at you out of the corner of your eye, seemingly worried, or curious. Or both. Hyunjin looked away hastily just as Felix leaned in to kiss your forehead. Taking your hand, he stood up, and so did you, with some difficulty.

"Where are you going?" Chan said, eyebrows furrowed in concern. He looked between you and Felix, rising out of his seat a little.

"Home," was Felix's reply.

A chorus of disappointed awwws and protests arose from the group. Felix only gripped your hand tighter.

"Why?" asked Jeongin.

You collapse back into your seat, unable to stand any longer. Your ears were ringing and your knees felt weak. The fatigue had spread to every part of your body and you weren't sure if you were even going to make it home. Doubling over, you plant your forehead onto the table with a thud, groaning at the pain.

Nervous, concerned murmuring breaks out amongst the group before Chan waves them silent with a hand. You feel Felix's hand on your bicep and around your waist, Chan's forearm looping around your other arm. They both stand and begin walking down the street, where Felix parked the car. You hear him give the boys a half-hearted goodbye before he's focusing on getting you inside the car. You hear Chan murmuring before the door opens and you're back in the passenger seat, the smell of leather and Felix's favourite cologne filling your nose. You see Felix hug his friend, then Chan's hand affectionately running through your hair, then the door shuts and Felix is driving home.

The drive home feels like ages.

You balance precariously on the border between consciousness and unconsciousness, the world outside the window swirling into a blurry haze. Your head feels numb. You barely register a pair of warm, steady arms wrapping around your frame, and then suddenly, you're in bed, Felix's hand smoothing over your forehead. He tilts your head back and gives you medication, elevating your legs on a thick pillow once your restricting jeans have been gotten rid of.

You feel him gently tugging off the rest of your clothes to avoid making you overheat, and you do your best to help, but he rubs your limbs and shushes you quietly before turning the AC on and covering you with a thin, breathable blanket. It's not long before he undresses and slips into bed next to you, burrowing into the blankets the way he always does. He lets out a pleased squeak at the warmth before he turns over, his hand coming out from underneath the blanket to trace little patterns over your stomach. You feel him doodling hearts, and even through the pain, you can't help the little smile that tweaks at the corners of your mouth. You weakly reach a hand out and touch his cheek, just as you begin to fall into the deep, immuring sleep of the utterly ill and exhausted.

Felix kisses your palm, light as a feather, before tucking his head into the juncture of your neck. He murmurs something, very quietly, into the soft skin.

"I love you, sunflower."

a/n: i hate getting headaches :( just the worst

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ateez-babygirl · 1 month

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Can you a idol jaehyun x non idol reader where reader gets jealous of jaehyun 's interaction with a idol so jaehyun tries to comfort her

a/n: hellooooo sorry this took awhile but i hope you like it! i don't play about when it comes to bf jaehyun fics HAHAH he's soooo boyfriend coded🥺🥺😭

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The first thing Jaehyun noticed after rehearsal was the lack of message from you. Usually you'd text him after your day at work, something as simple as "on my way home" makes him smile. It's the thought that even though the two of you are apart, he's still a part of your day whenever you take your time to update him.

Your lives are the complete opposite. You live a very mundane life, probable the thing that makes your life so different is the fact that you're dating an idol. That idol being Jeong Jaehyun. THE Jeong Jaehyun.

Your love story started out way before his fame. It's funny to think that this man who looks like he was carved by the Gods and can only exists in your favorite fictional book happen to harbor a secret crush on you during your school days. It took a lot of time and courage for Jaehyun to approach you and confess his feelings but he's glad he did.

Now years later he's still in love with the same woman he fell in love with all those years ago.

If Jaehyun gives 110% to his idol career, he gives his 200% to you. You are the very reason he keeps going, the inspiration behind his craft.

And you, well safe to say you're his number 2 fan. You say that because you know his mom is the number one, and probably the only one you're willing to yield that position to.

Dating an idol of course you know all the precautions. The two of you never go out on broad daylight together, your dates mainly happen after a very long day at work. Or indoors. You love to cook, you love it even more when you're cooking with him.

Today was a particularly long day for Jaehyun, he had a fansign event then had a few hours of recording then rehearsals. He just wanted to go home to you.

Finally a little after midnight they called it a day, bidding a quick goodbye to his members before going to the car. All of them know about your relationship, even his managers and the company. You are Jaehyun's 'non-negotiable' as Jungwoo would tease the both of you.

He will always do his best at being an idol, he loves this job. But if he's being honest, he loves you more.

When he got to your apartment, the another thing he noticed was all the lights were off. Usually you'd be in the living room or in the kitchen. But then again it's past midnight so you're probably already sleeping.

He puts his bag down by the door before going to the kitchen to get some water before making his way to the bedroom. A light from the room across catches his attention though, the door slightly opened making his curiosity peak.

Jaehyun was surprised to see you still awake, sporting a very tired look. But in his eyes, you look beautiful.

"Hey, why are you still awake?" he asks, pushing the door wider catching your attention

It looked like you weren't expecting him to be here tonight, "Just working on something"

"Busy day at work? You didn't text me today" he tells you, still standing by the door way.

You rub the sleep off of your eyes, you are tired and it's been a very very long day. You're so stressed at work but the cherry on top was a picture you saw online.

Now most of the time you wouldn't let a silly tweet ruin your day. You're dating Jaehyun, you had to get used to the dating rumors and miliions of girls and guy simping over your boyfriend. All of that is background noise to you.

But some days it's a bit harder to ignore. Like today.

You saw a polaroid picture of him with a fan, it was from a fansign event. It looked cute and yes it did annoy you.

That annoyance brewed over the hours and now you're in a sour mood. You didn't even remember to text him when you went home today.

You're not sure who you're mad at, Jaehyun? for being so boyfriend material. The company? for making them do events like this or the fan? who just wanted to express their love for their idol.

Maybe you're annoyed at yourself for feeling this way.

At this rate you're at war with yourself.

"Love, you okay?" Jaehyun whispers, sauntering over to you. He cups your cheek in his hand, caressing your face so gently like he's afraid you might break right in front of him

"Just a long day"

"Talk to me, you know I'll listen"

He searches your eyes for answer, trying to figure out his favorite puzzle that is you. Even though it's been years since the two of you started dating, he loves learning more about you. What makes you laugh, what makes you cry, what makes you smile, what's your favorite food or color or time of the day.

You look straight into his eyes, searching also for something you will never find there. Indifference. All you can see is adoration and love and care that this man has for you.

Now you feel mad at yourself for doubting him for even a second.

"Now you're pouting. Talk to me, babygirl" he chuckles

"I just... There's this picture I saw online, of you and a fan. This polaroid event thing you got going on" you start to explain and immediately he smiles.

Now he knows why you're in a sour mood, it's adorable whenever you get jealous really because to Jaehyun even though he can have an arena, a stadium even, full of women screaming his name, he only ever want you.

"I don't know. It's stupid but it annoyed me and now my day's even worse-"

He cuts you off by leaning down to put his lips against your, effectively shushing you. It's a smart way, his favorite way, to cut your cute rants.

Jaehyun kisses you like he's telling you vows, but without words and only his lips and tongue. He kisses you like he's saying all the things you wanted to hear, assuring you, washing all your worries away. He kisses you until you're short of breath and a blushing mess.

When the two of you separate, he kisses you on both cheeks then the tip of your nose then on your forehead before he pulls you up from your seat.

"They can have the polariod pictures, you got the premium here" he tells you with a cheeky smile

"Oh yea, what's that?"

"Well to tell you Miss, you just won your self cuddles for tonight and the rest of your nights. And you got me, forever" he smiles, pulling you in his arms

"Sounds like jackpot to me"

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ateez-babygirl · 2 months

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Pov: he accidently sends you your engagement ring

pairing: boyfriend!skz x reader

genre: fluff 🥰

Bang Chan

Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin

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ateez-babygirl · 2 months

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• Boyfriend Stray Kids asking you to meet his parents | OT8 x you

notes: fluff, nothing major. As always Noona!Reader for Jeongin because I just love the idea too much to give it up. atp NoonaxJeongin is a given on my blog…

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ateez-babygirl · 4 months

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𝐏.𝐎.𝐕: 𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

☆ Genre: Crack

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: SKZ

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ateez-babygirl · 5 months

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me choosing which smut fic I’ll read before going to sleep

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ateez-babygirl · 1 year

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Voicemail

☆ Genre: Idol!Chan, fluff

☆ Warnings: Suggestive

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

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Stifling a large yawn with her hand, Y/N flipped back the corner of her duvet. She had just showered, and her skin was warm from the water, her cheeks pink as she dimmed the lighting of her bedroom with the flick of a switch.

The nightstand vibrated, making her jump; yawning again, Y/N picked up her phone and swiped onto the notification that was blinking up at her.

Chris ♡: Are you awake?

Y/N sat down on the edge of her bed as a smile spread across her cheeks.

Y/N: Maybe

Barely a second had passed since she had sent her response when her phone started to buzz in her hand; Y/N stared at the screen in alarm, groaning inwardly when she saw the caller icon.

She despised phone calls.

Sighing in a combination of frustration and longing for the man at the other side, Y/N flopped back onto her bed. She raised her phone above her face, about to accept the call when her phone stopped ringing. The screen went blank and her own perplexed face stared back at her in mild confusion.

Y/N frowned. She moved her phone closer to her face as she examined her reflection.

Why were her cheeks so … red?

Lost in her embarrassing thoughts, Y/N momentarily forgot about Chan's call. Her phone suddenly lit up again and she jumped, losing grip of her phone; it dropped onto her face, slapping her across her cheek. The woman yelped in acute pain as she sat up. She rubbed at her face in annoyance before finally accepting the call.

"Hey," Y/N groaned as her fingers pulled at her face. Her cheeks had started to throb, and she glared at her phone in frustration.

From the other end, Chan chuckled. "Wow. You do not sound happy to hear from me."

At that, Y/N couldn't help but smile. "No, I am. I just dropped my phone on my face and it really hurt."

"How did you manage that?" Chan laughed. "Are you okay, baby?"

"Yeah. I was just … staring at it … and it fell … " Y/N explained. She brushed it off and cleared her throat, rolling onto her side as she cradled her phone in her hand. "Why did you call?"

Chan scoffed. "What do you mean, why did I call? Am I not allowed to call the love of my life? Speaking of ... why didn’t you pick up the first time? I can't believe you let it go to voicemail."

Biting her lip at his words, Y/N tucked her knees up to her chest and resisted the urge to roll around the bed like a marble. "Because. I hate phone calls."

"Why?"

"It's awkward. And my voice sounds weird on the phone," Y/N said.

Chan hummed. "Does it feel awkward right now? With me?"

Y/N pursed her lips, trying to keep the telltale smile off of her face. She failed, and she shook her head at herself. "No … "

The man's chuckles filled Y/N's heart with warmth. She was starting to rethink her earlier opinion; perhaps phone calls weren't so bad. Perhaps Chan was her one exception.

"I called because I wanted to hear your voice," Chan confided a moment later in response to her earlier question, his voice soft. "I miss you."

Y/N could hear the rustle of his bedsheets and she felt her face heat up again at his words. He was groaning extraordinarily as he turned around in his bed, and Y/N let slip a little giggle at the sound.

Chan stopped moving. "What's so funny?"

Her giggling increasing, Y/N slapped a hand to her face, her burning cheeks instantly heating up her fingers. "Nothing. You're making weird sounds."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Chan said innocently, though there was a mischievous lilt to his voice that made Y/N snort either laughter into her pillow. "I was just changing position."

"Well, do it quietly," Y/N grinned to herself. "You're distracting me."

"Oh yeah? Distracting you from what, baby?" Chan teased, and Y/N turned her head to the side so she could smush her face into the plushness of her pillow.

"Nothing. Why'd you call?" Y/N asked again, clearing her throat.

Chan chuckled. "What do you mean? I told you. I wanted to hear your voice."

"Okay … now what's the real reason?"

Chan blinked. He moved his phone away from his face and looked at the time; it wasn't nearly late enough for Y/N to be delirious.

"That is the real reason," Chan hummed. "I really, really missed your voice. I missed it so much that I couldn't sleep."

"My voice is ugly," Y/N huffed, though she couldn't keep the smile off of her face as she slid into her duvet. "And you can't ever sleep. Your excuse is invalid."

She wasn't going to tell him that she was missing him too; her mind was constantly full with thoughts of him, her heart lurching with how badly she wanted to be with him.

But he was on the other side of the world, his job taking him away from her more than she could cope with.

Chan tutted loudly. "Take that back."

"What?"

"Take back what you said about your voice. Or I'll come over there and make you take it back," Chan said, and Y/N felt her heartbeat quicken as she bit her lip, hard.

"What are you gonna do, huh?" Y/N giggled as she attempted to mask the sudden shyness rising up in her chest.

Chan started to laugh. "Use your imagination, baby."

Y/N's lips twitched. She kicked her feet around the bottom of her bed, clearing her throat.

"It's late. You're not doing anything," Y/N replied. She was trying to keep her voice level, but her words wavered.

She hoped Chan didn't notice.

"Besides," Y/N continued. "Even if you wanted to do something, you can't exactly get here."

"I'll teleport."

"Oh right. Forgot you could do that."

"Your voice is pretty," Chan said after he had stopped laughing. His own face felt as though it was on fire; hearing Y/N's voice made the restlessness from his busy day instantly dissipate from his body, and he suddenly longed to be in her bed, instead of on her screen. He sighed to himself, rolling onto his back. He couldn't wait to see her. "Ah … now that I've heard your voice I want to see your face."

"I look like a goblin," Y/N replied instantly.

Chan burst into another fit of laughter. "Goblin or not, I bet you look very beautiful."

"You're delusional."

"You make me delusional," Chan grinned. And then, "Can I see your face?"

"Only if I can see yours," Y/N said.

She pulled her phone away from her ear and clicked into the video call option; a moment later, Chan's face bloomed over her screen and she smiled, snuggling further into her bed.

"Hi," she hummed, propping her phone up against her night stand.

Chan had done the same thing; he curled his arms around his pillow as he faced her, his eyes immediately sparkling and disappearing as he grinned widely at her.

"Hi baby," Chan chuckled. He blinked slowly, his eyes as soft as Y/N had ever seen them as he studied her face. His smile was tender, his expression the epitome of love and Y/N had the sudden urge to hide beneath her duvet.

Instead she stared back at him with an adoring smile of her own, her heart thudding in her chest and echoing in her pillow.

"You're so beautiful," Chan whispered. He had reached out his hand, and Y/N swallowed back tears as she watched his fingers stroke the screen. She instinctively moved a little closer to the screen, and she could see the man smiling even more through the gaps of his fingers.

He sighed then, his shoulders dropping as he adjusted his position. The white bedsheets from his hotel room were bundled tightly around him, his curls like shadows against his pillow.

"I miss you so much," Chan breathed. "I wish you came with me."

Y/N smiled sadly. "I regret saying no."

The man suddenly laughed at that. He shook his head against the pillow, his giggles quiet in Y/N's room.

"Promise you'll come with me next time?" Chan asked. He reached out his hand again, holding his pinky finger to the screen.

Y/n held her own pinky finger out, pressing it to her screen. "I promise. If I say no, you can take me against my will."

"Are you sure? You know that means I'm gonna have to pick you up and carry you, right?" Chan laughed.

Y/N nodded. She snuggled further into her bedsheets, lowering her head to hide a yawn. "That's fine."

Chan's chuckles were soft as Y/N smiled at him. His eyes seemed to be drooping though, and Y/N wondered how long it would take for the man to fall asleep amidst their conversation.

"Chris?" Y/N said quietly.

Chan's eyes were wide. "Hmm?"

"I love you."

Y/N caught a glimpse of red skin before Chan ducked his head under his duvet, his giggles quieting with the fabric. Her smile widening, Y/N watched as the roll of bedsheets began wriggling around, the rustle of them signalling that Chan was kicking his feet under the covers. He seemed to be squealing too, the high pitched sound increasingly endearing.

When his head popped out again, Chan's hair was a fluffy cloud around his head, his entire face the colour of a ripe tomato.

"Ah … " Chan hummed, placing a hand on his head as he grinned widely. "I love you more."

"You okay?" Y/N laughed quietly. She completely ignored the fact that she wanted to do exactly what he had just done a mere ten seconds ago.

"You're making me shy … " Chan groaned, and he slid his arms under his duvet before wrapping them around his own waist. He shut his eyes briefly, imagining he was in Y/N's arms. He yawned, the image behind his eyes making him suddenly sleepy. "Now I wish I was with you even more."

"So do I," Y/N's voice was a whisper as she shut her eyes for a moment. She inhaled deeply, and when she opened them again, she resisted the urge to giggle.

Chan's head was closer to the camera, his hand outstretched. His eyes were closed and Y/N could see the slow rise of his shoulders; he was completely knocked out, his lips parted slightly and his cheek squished against his pillow. He looked like such a child at that moment that Y/N felt her eyes prickle again.

Switching the light off from her nightstand, Y/N tucked her duvet around herself. She traced her fingertip over the curve of Chan's jaw, her smile soft as she captured his sleeping form in her mind. It was so quiet that she could hear the gentle whistle of his breathing.

"Goodnight, baby," Y/N whispered. She kissed her fingers before pressing them to her screen, her hand against his as she too fell asleep.

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Take Flight

Genre: Idol!Chan, fluff, slight crack

Warnings: Lightly suggestive

Request: No

Characters: Chan, Y/N

Word Count: 1.5k

"Please be a free seat, please be a free seat, please be a free seat … " Y/N muttered haphazardly under her breath as she rocked back and forth in her seat. She had a feeling she looked slightly psychotic, what with her wide eyes and her gaze drilling into every passer-by. She looked around wildly, realising most of the seats in the plane had been filled, and there were no signs of anyone else walking up and down the aisles.

Just as she had begun to allow herself to believe that she had the pair of seats all to herself, a heavily clothed dark figure suddenly shot at her seemingly from nowhere. He stumbled into her aisle with a loud huff; the figure tripped over the edge of the seat and landed half on top of a bewildered Y/N, slapping her in the face with a whiff of spicy cologne. The man's hat flew off and Y/N felt as though she was watching in comical slow motion as it managed to land promptly onto one of her shoulders.

Y/N blinked slowly.

"Oh gosh … " The figure gasped as he scrambled up again. "Oh … fu - I'm so, so sorry."

Alarmed, Y/N sat up in her seat and stared. She couldn't see his face; he was too busy stretching as he placed his small carry case into the storage compartment above the two seats.

"I … this is thirty-two H, right?" He asked, looking around at the labels on the storage. Y/N almost laughed; she couldn't help but think perhaps he should have asked that before slotting his luggage into the top. "Looks like I'm sitting here."

He then laughed quietly, nervously, a bony hand coming up to cover his face. "Ah … "

Y/N pressed her lips together to stop herself from smiling as she watched him; she realised the fair skin of his ears had bloomed a charming, deep red. She stifled a tiny giggle that was threatening to escape her mouth.

He entirely reeked of embarrassment, and for some reason, Y/N's earlier surprise had turned into a strange sense of affection for the stranger. Especially when people across the aisles were still staring at him - Y/N felt a little bad. She was sure he was brimming with internal humiliation as he rubbed a hand across his face.

The man sat down in the seat beside her and gathered the sides of his unzipped hoodie up into his lap. For someone who's first appearance was so clumsy, Y/N noticed he had a very neat demeanour about him. He dusted his black t-shirt down and smoothed the creases out of his trousers before reaching up to pat his head. His eyes widened and he looked around in frantic alarm, his gaze scanning the floor up and down the aisle.

Peering to her right side, Y/N retrieved the man's cap and held it out to him. His face lit up and a huge, childish grin spread across his rosy cheeks as he took it from her.

"My hat!" He exclaimed. Pushing his hair back with his fingers, he slid the cap onto his head before leaning back with a sigh of relief. The cap casted a dark shadow across the bridge of his prominent nose, enhancing the sparkle of his eyes under the piccolo lights that dotted the ceiling of the plane like stars. "My mum got me this hat. It's my favourite. Reminds me of home."

Y/N eyed him curiously before speaking for the first time. "Where's home?"

"Australia," The man grinned; there was something wistful and a little sad haunting his eyes and Y/N found herself intrigued. She didn't push further though, and he didn't seem like he was going to elaborate either.

"Sorry again, by the way," he suddenly said. He laughed nervously all over again, rubbing the nape of his pink neck. "I thought I'd missed the plane … I completely forgot what the time was and I dozed off. Which is odd … I'm always early to everything … I was probably really tired or something."

Y/N's lips twitched as she listened to his clumsy ramble. "How could you have thought you had missed the plane when you were literally on the plane?"

He blinked. Then, "You've got a point."

Y/N suddenly laughed quietly; despite having previously wished she was to be sitting on her own, something about this man's cheerful aura made her feel as though perhaps being next to him wasn't too bad. At least he smelled nice.

Even if he did nearly crush her to death upon their first meeting.

"What's your name?" The man asked, snapping her out of reverie. "I'm Christopher."

"Y/N," Y/N smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," Christopher said cheerfully. "I bet you were hoping this seat would be empty, huh?"

It was Y/N's turn to flush. The man laughed as he realised he had been correct with his assumption. "Maybe. But … I don't mind anymore."

Christopher slid his gaze to her carefully. She looked away and he grinned, tucking his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

"Really? Why?" Christopher asked curiously.

Y/N shrugged. "I don't know. You could have been worse, I suppose."

The man pulled his cap away from his head and tipped it in her direction. A tiny dimple glinted in his cheek as he smiled. "Why, thank you. You're most kind."

Y/N stared at him.

What an odd little man, she thought to herself.

Christopher laughed again, placing his hat onto his head again as his nose flushed pink. "Sorry. Too much?"

Y/N pressed her lips together. She was a little alarmed at the rate at which laughter was bubbling up inside of her; she opened her mouth to speak but the laughter spilled out, and she started to giggle, slapping a hand over her mouth.

Christopher watched her in surprise. "What's so funny?"

His question only made her laugh more; she clutched at her stomach as she tried her best to quiet the sound, and when Christopher started to laugh beside her at how hard she was laughing, she knew she was doomed.

"What?" Christopher chuckled as Y/N inhaled slowly, sinking back into her seat. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know," Y/N smiled, shutting her eyes. "You're just … weird? You run onto a plane, fall on top of me, gush about sleeping, or rather, not sleeping, and then suddenly act like a gentleman? Randomly? All in the spam of like … five minutes? Are you okay?"

Christopher blinked at her. Now that she'd put it like that …

He started to laugh all over again once he saw the humour sparkling in the woman's eyes. Usually if a complete stranger had called him weird, he'd have been incredibly offended. But when she laid out the series of events plain for him to see, he couldn't particularly blame her.

"Maybe it's the lack of sleep," Christopher grinned. "I'm probably delirious."

Before Y/N could reply further, there was a crackle and the words from the speaker cut across all the passengers' conversations. It wasn't long after when the plane started to move, and Christopher turned to Y/N with a mischievous smile.

"You're not scared, are you?" Christopher grinned "I don't have to hold your hand, right?"

Y/N snorted. "No. Do you usually offer to hold the hand of the person next to you?"

"Nope," Christopher laughed. "But I mean … I've already kinda been on top of you. Holding hands is nothing."

Y/N wasn't sure what she was expecting him to say, but it wasn't that; she suddenly started to choke, and when she felt Christopher's hand lightly tapping her back in an attempt to quell the spluttering, her choking intensified.

She heard the man beside her crack the lid off of a water bottle; he quickly handed it to her and she took it, gulping its contents with a rigour that had Christopher fighting against himself as his body threatened to explode into laughter again.

"I don't know what you were thinking," Christopher said when she had calmed down. "But maybe don't think like that for a while."

Y/N stared at him, her cheeks turning pink just as the plane began to take off; her eyes widened as the aircraft shook, and without saying another word, Christopher reached out and gently placed one of his hands over hers.

"I'm not scared," Y/N hissed.

Christopher smiled. "No? Well, I am … let me just hold your hand for a bit, yeah?"

Y/N exhaled slowly. She turned her head to the window, hiding the smile and the blush that had begun to paint her face as she squeezed his hand back. His skin was rough, and she quickly realised his hand was the sort of hand that must work incredibly hard.

Before she could dwell any further, Y/N felt a soft weight on her shoulder; bewildered, she turned to see Christopher's head leaning against her arm, his cap dislodged.

She was surprised. "Christopher?"

He didn't respond; leaning forward a little, Y/N noticed his eyes were shut, his eyelashes kissing pink cheeks. He was incredibly warm against her and his body moved slightly with slow, steady breaths, and Y/N leaned back again with a smile.

He was definitely a hard worker, Y/N thought. No wonder he had fallen asleep on top of her.

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Drones And Wallabies

Genre: Dad!Chan, fluff, crack

Warnings: None

Request: No

Characters: Chan, Y/N, Noah, Sky

Word Count: 1.6k

"Okay, what's on your lists, kids?" Y/N asked as she pushed the trolley into the stationary aisle.

"I need paper and pens and a pencil case and erasers and a calculator and a geometry set and a lunchbox and a backpack and a - "

"Alright baby," Y/N smiled, patting her daughter's head. Sky grinned up at her, her piece of paper a crumpled mess in her hands.

Y/N prepared herself mentally for a split second as they neared the office supplies before Sky started jumping up and down and rushing towards the colourful stacks of rubbers on one shelf.

Y/N smiled. She shook her head as she followed her daughter, Noah slow behind her and Chan in a completely different aisle altogether.

"Where's your father gone?" Y/N asked, peering around Noah's tall frame. "Honestly … if he's still in the tech aisle - "

"I wasn't," Chan appeared behind her with a chuckle. He kissed her cheek and squeezed her shoulders briefly before grinning. "Well. Maybe I was."

"Just get the drone, dad, you've been drooling over it the last five times we were here," Noah drawled, stifling a yawn. "Man … I really need some coffee."

Chan rubbed the nape of his neck. "It's really expensive. Maybe another time."

Noah squinted at him. "Dad, you can afford the drone. You can literally afford anything you want … you just don't want to get things for yourself."

"It's not that," Chan groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. "I just … need to think about it some more. I could use my money for better things, you know? Like you kids."

He was distracted when Noah yawned again, the impact of it so immense that the boy's eyes started to water. It made Chan burst into laughter and he slung his arm around his son's shoulder.

"Didn't you sleep?" Chan asked him.

Noah side eyed. "Did you?"

Chan smiled. "I'll buy you coffee once we've finished shipping."

Noah perked up at that. He then jumped when Sky squealed particularly loudly; the ten year old was pulling something off of a hook and ran up to her parents with excitement.

"Look!" She held it out to Y/N. "I need these."

Grinning at the smile on her daughter's face, Y/N surveyed the packet Sky had brought her. It was a set of novelty erasers in a lively array of greens and yellows and pinks. Each one was shaped into a tiny frog or a lily pad, and when Y/N saw Sky's wide eyes over the top of the packet, she had no other choice.

She placed them into the trolley, Sky jumping up and down in excitement as she ran to another section of the aisle.

"Sky and her frogs," Chan shook his head fondly. He turned to Noah. "Don't you have anything you're crazy about? Some wallabies, maybe? A wombat? What else starts with a 'W' … ah, whales?"

"What's up with the Ws?" Noah blinked, making his father laugh. "I like … black."

Chan wrinkled his nose at him. "What sort of an animal is a black? Love, do you know what a black is?"

Y/N snorted. "Shouldn't you know?"

"You like black just as much as me, dad," Noah said. He spotted a notebook and grabbed it; it was completely plain, a basic black ring binder, and Y/N couldn't help but laugh as Sky brought a notebook too.

Pale pink and covered in a comical frog print, it was completely the opposite of her brother's choice.

"I need a few more," Noah said, picking out two more of the same notebooks as his mother nodded. He cocked his head to the side, slightly alarmed. "Ky, what is that?"

Sky was giggling; she was holding what looked like a large mushroom toy. Only, there was a zip around it, and when she pulled at it, it revealed a large empty capacity inside.

"A pencil case! Mama I want this … these froggies can live inside it," Sky said, pointing to her erasers. "I think I'm done."

Chan raised an eyebrow. "What about pens? Pencils? What are you supposed to use those erasers for, baby?"

Sky's eyes widened. "Daddy, I'm not going to use these erasers … they're my friends!"

Noah slapped a hand over his face. He turned towards the pen section and retrieved a single black pen.

He placed it into the trolley.

Y/N sagged against the side of a shelf. "Lord have mercy. Ky … find some things you're actually going to use otherwise you'll really struggle on the first day. Noey … where on earth are you going to get with a single pen?"

Noah stared at the pen shelf. He grabbed another and placed it beside the first one.

"Why don't you get a few more, love?" Y/N said, rubbing her temples. "What if you lose one? What if someone needs to borrow one? What if one stops working? Maybe you should just get a multi-pack."

Chan furrowed his eyebrows. "Do you think you're maybe … overthinking?"

"No, I'm being serious," Y/N rolled her eyes. "I had loads of pens in school and I still managed to end up needing to buy more."

Chan suddenly chuckled, sliding his arm around his wife. "Remember when you drew on Changbin? I remember thinking you had more pens than I'd ever seen in my life."

"You were watching?" Y/N asked, surprised. She remembered him sitting at the table with his eyes glued to the screen of his phone as she drew on Changbin's skin … whenever she looked up, he was looking away.

"Secretly," Chan said. "It was satisfying, watching you draw. And also a little annoying?"

"Annoying?"

"You were touching one of my friends on his bare arm … maybe I was a little jealous," Chan laughed suddenly, his nose and his ears turning pink.

Noah watched his parents quietly; neither of them seemed to realise that they were blushing like teenagers in the middle of a large retail store.

He sighed. He was too tired for this.

"Can we please hurry up?" Noah grumbled, interrupting his parents. "You're both cute and gross but I'm actually falling asleep."

Embarrassed, Chan clapped his hand onto Noah's shoulder. "Yes. Sorry, kiddo. Ky, baby have you chosen your things yet?"

Sky was juggling a small pile in her arms; she wadded over to the trolley and dumped it inside, Y/N blinking at the loud colours.

"What are you going to do with all of these paperclips, baby?" Y/N asked, picking up a pot of coloured metal.

Sky shrugged. "They just look nice."

"Okay, how about you only pick out things you're actually going to use, hmm? The more things you pick out the heavier your bag will be … and trust me, having a heavy bag is not a fun experience," Y/N said gently. "If you need paperclips in the future we can come back and get these … deal?"

Sky nodded. "Okay mama."

She ran off with the pot again and placed it onto the shelf before running back. "Can I get highlighters, mama?"

Y/N's lips twitched. She supposed highlighters were handy for studying … "Go on then."

After a short while, Sky and Noah had finally managed to compile their own sets of stationary for school; ninety five percent of Noah's was black, while Sky's was either pink or green. Chan had no idea that Sky had managed to slip the drone he had been eyeing under the pile when he wasn't looking, and Noah was suddenly excited; he couldn't wait to see the look on his father's face when they got home.

"Here you go," Chan said, digging notes out of his wallet. He handed them over to the cashier with a smile while Y/N quickly placed the bags into the trolley. "And here's the two dollars."

Y/N smiled as Chan closed his wallet again. She winked at her children as she took the receipt before Chan could, and the four of them walked out of the store.

"Okay, coffee for Noey, do you two want anything?" Chan asked as he slipped into the passenger's seat.

"I don't," Sky said.

"I want coffee too," Y/N grinned, and Chan shook his head with a smile as he reversed out of the parking lot.

Once they were home, Sky raided the bags for her new items; Noah, on the other hand, reached for the box for his father. He grinned as he took it to the man who was in the kitchen, his head in the fridge.

"Dad?" Noah said.

"Yeah?" Chan asked, his fingers drumming on the door of the fridge.

"Turn around," Noah snorted.

"Why?" Chan asked as he turned; his eyebrows furrowed as his gaze landed on the black box. Suddenly realising what it was, his eyes widened dramatically and he gasped, the fridge door banging shut.

"Mum got it for you," Noah said as Chan took the box. "She said you can't refuse it or she'll kick you in the ba - "

Noah was cut off when Chan squealed very loudly; it was a sound scarily similar to Sky's, and Noah couldn't help but start to laugh at his father's reaction.

"You guys are bad," Chan sighed, though a large smile painted his lips as he stroked the box in awe. "Did you really get this? For me?"

"No, we got it for the binman," Noah rolled his eyes, making his father laugh. "Obviously it's for you."

Giggling, Chan set the box down on the kitchen counter before attacking his son in a hug. Noah groaned in protest; he patted Chan on the arm as the older man continued to squeeze the life out of him.

"Mum, can you come and get your husband?" Noah huffed, trying to wriggle out of Chan's grasp. "Oh my God. Dad."

Chan grinned wider. He rubbed his nose against Noah's cheek, Noah sighing and giving up as he slumped against his father's arms.

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Rumbles And Rain

Genre: Husband!Chan, Fluff

Warnings: Lightly Suggestive

Request: No

Characters: Chan, Y/N

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: It'd mean a lot if you guys could reblog if you enjoyed it so other people can find my work :']

When Y/N woke in the middle of the morning to the crack of thunder rumbling outside, she smiled and yawned, stretching like a cat. Or, she attempted to: she barely registered the hammering from heavy sheets of rain against the large windows before she noticed how she was almost being crushed into the mattress by a heady weight.

Her husband was sprawled on top of her like a large starfish, Chan's bare torso pressed against her back and his legs thrown over her thighs. His arms were elongated and stretched out over the width of the bed and Y/N couldn't help but giggle quietly at the comical position he was in as she turned her face against her pillow to peek up at him.

It should have been uncomfortable and suffocating, being trapped under his body like that. But Y/N was perfectly comfortable; the heat radiating off of him was immense and seeped into her pores like fire, and she could feel the way his chest rose and fell against her back in a peaceful, slow speed. It was soothing, in a way, and Y/N's eyes almost started to droop again, the rain acting as the perfect backbone to the cosy setting.

That is, until she realised her husband was dribbling all over the side of her neck.

Her eyes snapped open.

"Chris," Y/N stifled the incredulous giggle that was threatening to escape her lungs. "Chris. Wake up, you idiot."

He hummed, moving his head. The movement seemed to alert him of his unconscious behaviour, and his own eyes opened groggily before they widened in alarm.

He hastily swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, a sheepish look entering his eyes.

"Oh God," Chan grumbled, stretching his arm across his wife to her bedside table. "I'm so sorry baby."

He pulled out a handful of wipes from the box on the table and quickly mopped up his wife's neck. Y/N couldn't help it; she burst into laughter, her voice muffled by the pillow she was burying her head into.

"You're gross," she laughed, and Chan's face cracked into a sleepy smile. "You're lucky I love you."

"I am very lucky," Chan agreed. He wiped the side of his face and mouth before tossing the wipes away, and he kissed her shoulder before dropping his head into the crook of her neck again. "Sorry for dribbling on you, baby."

"I'm kind of used to it," Y/N countered, making her husband sigh. She giggled when he shook his head against her skin, tightening his grip on her waist. "It's okay."

Just then, a bolt of lightning illuminated the room. Chan vaguely cracked an eye open again before thunder rumbled around them and his body shuddered, shaking the entire bed.

"Did you just jump?" Y/N snorted with laughter. "Mr Bahng, are you scared?"

"No," Chan whined, stifling a yawn against her neck. "I was just surprised." He then frowned, vaguely lifting his head to look down at his wife. "Am I squishing you?"

Y/N grinned. "Yes. But I love it. It's like sleeping under five weighted blankets … my senses are thriving right now."

Giggling at his wife's response, Chan nuzzled his nose against her neck. "I'm glad they're thriving, but I don't particularly want a pancake for a wife."

"What if I was a pancake?" Y/N asked curiously. "Would you still love me?"

"Of course I would," Chan rolled his eyes as a smile danced on his plump lips. "I'd love you no matter what you looked like. But I still don't want to squish you."

He then rolled off of her back as she giggled, and he positioned himself onto his side before pulling his wife into his arms. Y/N's back hit Chan's torso again as he cuddled her sleepily, and she smiled, vaguely relieved that she was able to move again and wasn't being squished under him. Their skin against each other felt like heated silk, and Y/N felt every muscle in her body melt further; she was sure if she was any more relaxed, she'd turn into a liquid in the arms of her husband.

"You're so clingy," Y/N whispered as her cheeks flushed pink.

Chan smiled. He peppered a trail of soft kisses along the nape of her neck and down her back as he locked his arms around her body. His arms were long enough that his hands were able to caress the sides of Y/N's body as he held her tightly, and Y/N shivered at the feeling of his fingertips smoothing up and down the curve of her body.

Snuggling further into the comfort of his embrace, Y/N wrapped her own hands around his forearms, almost tucking him into her. She gently kissed his fingers, and he playfully tickled the side of her neck, making her laugh.

A while later when Y/N thought Chan had fallen asleep again, the man spoke.

"No but … " his voice was low and it vibrated in Chan's chest, flooding through Y/N's body. "When we kiss and like … do other stuff, we share saliva and that's not gross. So like … why is dribbling gross? Talk about double standards."

Y/N wasn't expecting that. But then again, perhaps she should have; her husband always came up with the most obscure thoughts when he was on the cusp of sleep.

Her lips twitched.

"Other stuff?" She repeated, a smirk blooming on her face.

"You know what I mean," Chan laughed, and Y/N could feel his ears growing hot against her head. "I think we're pretty accustomed to each other's saliva, no?"

"Why would you say that?" Y/N whined. "It sounds so weird."

Chan chuckled. "But it's true."

"You know," Y/N yawned, patting his arm. "You have a point."

And then, "That doesn't mean you can keep dribbling on me though. Even if we are, accustomed with … each other's … saliva."

He chuckled into her shoulder. Chan's breath was hot on Y/N's skin and she sighed in bliss; she wished she could somehow cuddle into him even more. But they were as close as they could possibly be, and Y/N wondered if perhaps she'd have to crawl into his skin and hide in his ribcage to satiate her urgent need of being closer to him.

"Can I keep kissing you?" Chan asked softly.

Y/N's lips twitched. She turned her head to the side and he turned his the opposite way, enabling them to look into each other's eyes. Y/N's heart fluttered when she saw the raw affection on her husband's face, his eyes almost closed with how hard he was smiling. The corners of them were deeply creased and Y/N grinned at how adorable he looked before he leaned down to close his lips over hers.

"I love you," Chan whispered against her mouth. "Very much."

"I love you," Y/N smiled. Chan giggled and kissed her again before leaning back again, snuggling his face into her back.

The both of them had completely forgotten about the stormy weather that had started their morning until another growl of thunder echoed in the room; Chan's body spasmed again and Y/N burst into a fit of giggles once more as he sighed against her.

"How rude," Chan hummed. "The weather is disturbing my peace."

"I can tell," Y/N grinned. "You're so jumpy. Go to sleep again and you'll forget about the thunder."

Chan leaned his chin against her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "Who said I was gonna go back to sleep?"

"Aren't you?" Y/N asked.

He shook his head. "I just wanted to stay in bed with you. It's warm."

Y/N felt her cheeks grow warm. She was secretly pleased; she had no intention of getting out of bed either. Especially when the weather practically implored that cuddles in bed were mandatory for the both of them.

"Well, I'm not complaining," Y/N murmured. She barely noticed that her fingers had begun to draw abstract shapes over the surface of her husband's forearms as his own fingers traced tiny love hearts over the curve of her hip.

Her stomach suddenly rumbled, and Chan started to laugh.

"Was that the thunder?" He joked, tickling the hot skin of her stomach. "Is your stomach storming because it wants food?"

"Maybe," Y/N snorted. "But I don't want to eat yet. I wanna stay here too."

At that, Chan began to smother the side of her neck with kisses. He draped a leg over hers and completely locked her into the curve of his body.

"Okay," he whispered, his hand soft on her stomach. "But if your stomach rumbles again I'm making you some food. And then we can cuddle after."

Y/N smiled. She nodded, and shut her eyes.

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ateez-babygirl · 1 year

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due midnight

contains: bf!Sunghoon x gn!reader | genre: fluff | tw! a little bit of crying | wc: 0,4k

author’s note: i’m living for acts of service sunghoon 😓☹️ also two posts in a day?? 🫨 and a third sitting in my drafts, life’s crazy

request: Sunghoon + 3 hiding face in neck + 25 stroking the other’s arm soothingly + 32 caressing the other’s back

you’ll find this event here!

“Can I help you somehow?” Sunghoon peaked over to your room where you were currently finishing your assignment due at midnight which you had completely forgotten.

Sighing you covered your face with the palms of your hand and shook your head as a no.

“Lovely…” Sunghoon started.

“Sunghoon, please,” you cut him off, trying not to sound irritated. The last thing you wanted was to lace your forgetfulness into him. “I need to focus, so please can you leave me alone for a while?”

Sunghoon looked down at his feet and slowly nodded leaving you alone, just like you wanted. He tried not to worry, but your expression and body language told him how anxious you were about that, so how could he not be nervous too?

Heading to the kitchen he poured himself a glass of water.

“Y/n didn’t drink a lot today,” he thought and poured you a glass too. “They didn’t eat in a while too.” He reached into the cupboard where you stored your snacks and took some freshly bought fruits to cut them for you.

He slowly made his way to your room and opened the door as quietly as it was possible. He placed the plate with snacks and fruits on your desk and took old ones from today’s afternoon. You looked up at him and pouted with teary eyes. Without any word, he leaned in to embrace you assuringly. Not sure what you exactly needed at the moment you hid your face in the crook of his neck and let out a few sobs.

“I messed up,” you said, voice cracking on the way.

“Not yet, my love,” he spoke calmly and took a look at your face. He wiped your tears with his thumbs and stroke your arms soothingly.

His touch was delicate but still firm, telling you he’s here for you, whenever you need him. You smiled at his gesture and took a glass to take a sip or two. He stood upright and caressed your back lovingly.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can’t do for you?” he tried for the last time, hoping he could take at least something small off your shoulders.

You looked around your desk and computer, eyes stopping at one file.

“There is one thing.” You opened the file and pointed to it. “Could you read this and summarize it for me?”

“Of course, send it to me,” he sat on a chair next to you while you send it to him. “Do you want me to stay here or go somewhere else?”

“Stay please.”

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ateez-babygirl · 1 year

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This was so fucking cute 😩🥺

A Good Evening

Genre: husband!Chan, fluff

Warnings: none

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N

Word Count: 1.3k

"That was so good … " Chan groaned as he stepped out of the restaurant after his wife. He placed a hand on his stomach as he sighed, completely satisfied. "Like, so good."

Y/N smiled as she looked up at him. She slipped her hand into his, and Chan smiled back as he held her fingers in a firm yet gentle grip. "You say that about everything."

"Hmm, well I guess everything just tastes better when I'm with you," Chan winked.

"Yeah? What if I slipped pineapple inside your burger?" Y/N joked.

The man started to laugh. "I'd still eat it. And then I'd tell you it's the best thing I've ever eaten because you made it."

Giggling, Y/N flushed pink under her light makeup. She stepped up to him at the side of the street and removed her hand from his so she could place the both of her hands on his face.

"Oh Christopher," Y/N hummed fondly, the man's cheeks growing warm under the thumbs she used to caress his skin. "You really know how to charm a lady, don't you?"

Chan started to chuckle, his eyes sparkling in the rich indigo of dusk that had begun to creep up upon them both. "I try."

Y/N grinned and leaned forward to kiss his nose. She was about to slip her hand back into his when he beat her to it; Chan's hand was quicker as he curled his fingers around her wrist, pulling the woman back into him. His other arm slid behind her waist as he closed his mouth over hers, the sudden position they were in meaning Y/N had dipped backwards a little. She giggled into the kiss, and in the back of her mind she couldn't help but feel as though she was in some sort of movie scene; she was positive that the dip and kiss action only ever happened in the sappiest of fiction. But then again, perhaps the bubbly, innocent romance that had been brewing like a strong tea amidst their date had taken a hold of both of them by their lapels, enabling fiction to become their reality. Perhaps they were no longer in their thirties; perhaps they were teenagers again, giggling and clinging to each other as if they'd die without one another.

"What on earth are you doing?" Y/N laughed when Chan deftly pulled her back to her feet. "People are probably thinking we're bonkers."

"Let them," Chan chuckled, sweeping her hair behind her ears as he stared into her eyes. "It's not like we're going to see them again. The embarrassment might last two seconds … but our memories will stay forever, you know?"

Y/N stared at her husband. "What's gotten into you today? Feeling sentimental, are you?"

Chan grinned. "Yes. But it's only because I love you … "

The love stricken man sang the last three words in a silly tune, making his wife laugh. She slipped her arm through his when he held his out to her, and she curled her hands around his bicep as they began to walk again down the street.

Golden lights began to snap on as they walked, the streetlamps began to cast their glow on the couple, and Y/N smiled as she felt her husband inhale slowly with joy beside her. He was always one to appreciate the small joys of the world, and Y/N felt her heart melt when she saw the happiness imprinted in his pupils.

She cuddled further into him, turning her face to kiss him on the cheek.

"I love you," Y/N hummed happily as Chan looked down at her, his nose turning orange in the lights.

"Well, I love you," Chan replied. He gently tapped her nose with his finger and Y/N scrunched her nose up as she looked up at him with love hearts in her eyes.

They were so enraptured with one another that they barely noticed the glaring man who had approached them; he seemed to be in his late fifties, and he stared at their adoring faces with utter repulsion.

"Fucking disgusting," the man grumbled, causing Y/N and Chan to jump. They stared at him in bewilderment as he shoved his hands into his pockets, shaking his head as he began to walk past. "You're both disgusting."

Y/N clamped her lips into a thin line to prevent herself from suddenly bursting into laughter. From beside her, Chan turned around and called out to the man.

"Have a good evening, sir," Chan smiled cheerfully; the man stared at him over his shoulder and grunted before walking away, leaving Y/N to slap a hand over her mouth as a fit of giddy giggles erupted from her.

"Oh dear," she said as Chan shook his head in amusement. "Someone hates love."

Chan smiled down at her. "Poor bloke. Probably got his heart broken a long time ago."

"Well, I hope someone mends it for him," Y/N said, returning her arm around her husband's. "I think everyone deserves to be happy with someone."

"Me too," Chan smiled as he kissed her temple softly.

The couple had barely made it to the end of the street when Chan felt a splatter on his nose. Frowning, the man looked up and squinted. He flinched when another raindrop splattered him in the eye, and he yelped, shaking his head like an agitated cat.

"I think it's raining," Chan declared.

Y/N tilted her head to the side. "Really? I don't feel anything."

Sure enough, two seconds later the heavens opened; the rain fell and it fell fast, instantly drenching Chan and Y/N who froze, staring at each other in shock.

They both burst into laughter in unison; Chan's slick backed hair style was now pasted across his forehead, his suit very dark and very heavy with the rainwater. Y/N's dress had begun to cling to her body like a second skin, and pulling his blazer off, Chan slid the wet material around his wife's shoulders.

"Can't have the world seeing what's mine, can we?" Chan chuckled, adjusting the jacket around her body.

Y/N laughed. "But now your shirt is see through!"

Looking down, Chan was alarmed at the sight of his muscular build poking through once white shirt. It was now almost the colour of peaches as his skin shone through, the fabric sheer with rain.

"That's embarrassing," Chan laughed, covering his chest with his hands. And then, suddenly feeling hyper, Chan slipped his hand through hers. "Run."

Accompanied by strings of erratic glee, the couple ran through the streets as the rain hammered down on them. They carefully dodged other people who stared at them in surprise, usually paired with the shake of a head or a mutter under their breath. But Chan and Y/N didn't care; they ran until they halted at the edge of a footpath, cars racing along the wet roads and splashing water at them both.

"Oh fuck this," Chan laughed; he positively dazzled in the white shine of car lights that passed him, and with a dainty hand Chan pushed his wet hair back with a contagious smile. "Dance with me?"

Y/N was surprised. "Right now?"

"Right now," Chan grinned, holding his hand out to her.

Y/N's lips curled up at the corners as she let him draw her close to his body. Despite the intensive soak of his clothes, Chan was still radiating extraordinary levels of heat and she shivered when his fingers brushed the sides of her neck.

"I thought you hated the rain," Y/N hummed as she placed a hand on his chest. "You don't wanna go home?"

Chan smiled. "Yeah, well, suddenly I can see the appeal of the rain."

Y/N laughed when her husband suddenly twirled her around at the end of the street; her wet hair whipped across her face, making her laugh even harder. When Chan tugged at her hand, she turned and let him pick her up, the joy she was feeling reflected on the man's handsome face.

"And what exactly is the appeal?" Y/N breathed heavily when Chan placed her back down on the ground again.

Chan smiled. "I get to be with you."

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ateez-babygirl · 1 year

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Safe With Me

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: vague mention of toxic households

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N

Word Count: 2.5k

Sitting at the edge of her best friend's bed, Y/N suddenly felt very depressed; it was as though her stomach had dropped out of her, and the world's weight had sunk onto her shoulders.

It was the way she always felt when she knew it was time to leave; she couldn't bear the thought of having to leave the warmth of his bedroom, or the safety of his home. She wished she could stay tucked up in the softness of his bedsheets and be surrounded by his scent, its sweetness lingering on the material. She never wanted to leave … especially when she had nothing waiting for her at her own house apart from toxicity so heavy and so dark that it seemed to strangle her.

Y/N didn't want to go back to the constant bickering between her parents. She didn't want to clamp her pillow over her ears to drown the screaming out. She didn't want to tiptoe on eggshells in her own house, scared that any one of her innocent actions could instantly awaken their wrath.

As much as she loved spending these treasured moments with the one person she loved more than anything, Y/N also grew to despise them; she loathed the fact that her time with him always came to an end, that the temporary comfort she got from being in his presence would disappear like a fragile memory as soon as she stepped away from him.

"Stay here tonight," Chan's soft voice suddenly cut through her thoughts. "It's already late … just stay with me?"

Y/N turned to look at him. He was dusting down his bed, throwing empty snack packets away. His back was turned towards her so Y/N couldn't see his facial expression. But she heard the slight current to his voice … almost as if he really hoped she'd agree.

Or perhaps she was just imagining things. Perhaps she just wanted him to feel that way.

"I can't … " Y/N whispered. "You know I can't."

Chan straightened up and frowned at her, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Yes you can. Just tell your parents you're with … someone else. Not me."

Y/N's lips twitched. They both knew just how much her parents hated Chan's existence … Y/N often wondered if they hated him because he showed her the love that they never did.

Or because he made her feel like she was special, when all they ever did was make her feel like a burden. Perhaps it was because she was able to pour all her love and trust into him, instead of into them.

They'd never understand the mechanics of her brain, nor the functionality of her heart.

But she didn't need them to … she didn't need anyone to understand but the man in front of her.

And he truly understood her better than anyone else possibly could.

"Like who?" Y/N asked.

Chan shrugged. He suddenly chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck. "You could make someone up? Just say you have a project with one of the girls from uni or something. It's not like they know who's who anyway."

Y/N smiled at that. She looked up at Chan as he tossed an empty water bottle away before jumping onto the bed. He crawled to the edge and swung his legs over as he sat beside his friend; the man's eyes were wide as he studied Y/N's face, and Y/N bit her lip, looking down at the phone in her lap as blood rushed to her cheeks.

"I don't know … " she whispered.

"Please stay," Chan's voice was quiet. She slowly looked up again to see his eyes melting into pools of honey in the dim lighting of his bedroom. His eyes looked so soft in that moment, that Y/N had the sudden urge to burst into tears. "Please. I want you to be with me."

Y/N's eyes were locked on Chan's for a moment too long; she felt as though she was falling, her stomach dropping again as if she was at the top of a roller coaster. Oh, his eyes … there was something so rich about his eyes, like the finest grade of dark chocolate, and oh so twinkly, like the stars that were scattered above his home. Every second that Y/N spent looking into his galaxies felt like years, like the time in-between them had suddenly frozen. She swallowed slowly, her mouth running dry as her cheeks began to burn extraordinarily.

She looked away again and clenched her eyes shut. She was terrified. Terrified at the thought of what her parents could do if they found out she was with the man they hated; and terrified at the rate of which her heart was hammering against her ribcage, making her breathless.

But of course, it was no surprise to her that he had this effect on her. They had always been so much more than best friends. It was in the way they looked at each other, the tender lingering of their hands on each other a little too long than was necessary, and the way their faces always drew close to each other like magnets when silence embarked upon them both. So close that if a gentle breeze happened to brush past them, they would fall into each other and their lips may find their way to the others.

But neither of them ever spoke up about their feelings. They were both petrified of ruining their tight bond with one another, even if the other's feelings were clear as crystal.

Chan reached his hand out and very slowly tucked her hair behind Y/N's ear. The tips of his fingers grazed the side of her face with the tingle of electricity flooding through her as he let them rest under her chin, his thumb caressing her skin.

"I don't want you to go back there," Chan breathed, urgency in his low voice. "It's not safe for you … I don't want them to keep hurting you."

Y/N's eyes had begun to prickle. "But … what if they hurt you instead?"

"You know I'd gladly take the pain if it meant you were okay," Chan murmured, sliding his second hand to the other side of her face. He stopped breathing for a moment; he ached to lean forward and kiss away the tears that had begun to trickle down her cheek …

Seeing the alarm in Y/N's eyes at his words, Chan smiled. "Don't worry. You know I wouldn't let them hurt either of us. I'll protect us both … okay?"

Her breathing shaky, Y/N nodded. She felt her body sag and let herself drop her head against the man's warm shoulder, his body immediately responding to her gesture. She shut her eyes and breathed him in, her fingers curling up against the soft cotton of his top.

Chan smiled softly. His own cheeks had begun to flush magenta in the glow of the lights, and as he wrapped his arms gently around the girl's shoulder, he felt his breath leave him.

The way it always did.

"Promise me you'll stay?" He repeated quietly, sliding his fingers through Y/N's hair. He shut his eyes as he held her close to him; perhaps it was selfish of him to want her to be with him this badly. Perhaps he was a bad person for keeping her here when he knew what her parents could do to her … to the both of them. But Chan was afraid if he had to part ways from her one more time, his heart would shatter into a million smithereens. And he wasn't sure if he'd be able to find the pieces again. "I'll look after you."

Y/N nodded again. Her breath trembled against the worn cotton on his chest. "Okay," she whispered. And then she looked up at him, frowning. "I don't have any clothes with me."

Giggling suddenly, Chan patted her back with his gentle fingers. "I do. You can wear some of mine. You always wear my clothes anyway."

"They're comfy," Y/N yawned against his shoulder. She was already feeling drowsy … the sudden realisation that she was going to stay the night with Chan had hit her like a melatonin pill. "And … they smell like you."

Gulping suddenly at that last comment, Chan quietly cleared his throat. He realised Y/N was beginning to fall asleep on him, her breathing slowing already; that was probably why she said that.

She never would have otherwise.

"Are you sleepy?" Chan asked, rubbing circles into her shoulders. "Come on … change out of those clothes and then we can go to sleep. Sound good?"

Y/N hummed against him. She stifled another yawn, making Chan grin at her before he got up from his bed. He made sure she wouldn't topple over in her sleepy state before moving towards his wardrobe. Chan pulled out a t-shirt along with a pair of shorts.

"These okay? They're clean," Chan chuckled, holding them out to her. "Or you can choose something else if you want."

"These are fine," Y/N smiled and took the clothes from him. She bit her lip. "Turn around?"

Doing as he was told, Chan turned around; his cheeks flushed red and he looked up at the ceiling, trying not to imagine his best friend naked behind him. He cleared his throat again and studiously stared at the tiny chip of paint that had flaked off in the corner of his room.

"I'm done," Y/N whispered. "You can turn around again."

Chan faced her again, the corners of his mouth turned up as he saw his too big shirt hanging off of her like a dress. She looked adorable, and Chan mentally rushed up to her and lifted her off of her feet, swinging her around until they were both breathless with laughter.

He looked away, hoping she hadn't caught the burn of his cheeks as he indulged himself in his imagination. Instead, he moved towards his bed, gently turning back the corner of his duvet for her.

Once Y/N had slipped under the sheets, Chan did the same; he laid on his back, suddenly too afraid to move as Y/N rolled onto her side, looking up at him.

"Are you comfy?" Chan whispered. She'd been in his bed many times before … sometimes they watched movie after movie together under these same sheets. He had no idea why he felt so strange now. And he had no idea why he asked her that … he didn't know what else to say.

Y/N blinked at him. She shook her head. "I'm not."

Chan turned his face towards her, surprised. "You're not?"

She shook her head again. When he didn't speak further, Y/N took a gamble and slowly moved towards him. She looked him in the eye, and when he didn't object, Y/N slowly laid her head against his chest.

Chan slowly exhaled, his chest deflating under Y/N's cheek. He slid his arm around her waist as she carefully placed a leg over his; they were tangled together, and their skin that was exposed by their short sleeves was practically fire against each other. But at the same time, the both of them suddenly felt a huge wave of peace washing over them, and Chan shut his eyes as he tightened his embrace around her a little more.

"Are you comfy now?" Chan asked quietly. He hoped she couldn't hear the chaos his heart was creating inside his chest. It was almost as though the organ had started to have a party in his ribcage, bouncing off of his bones in excitement.

Y/N smiled. She placed a hand over his chest, cuddling up to him the way she had always wanted to. "I am."

"Good," Chan breathed. Then he chuckled nervously. "Otherwise I'd have been very offended."

He was secretly incredibly anxious; he hadn't worked out the way he had wanted to in the past few months … he was worried she could feel the hardness of his bones rather than the soft cushion of muscle. Maybe he shouldn't have been worrying so much about what a friend thought about his body … but he couldn't help but hold his breath as she got comfortable within his arms.

To Chan's relief, Y/N really did seem comfortable. She seemed more comfortable than she had ever been before.

"Your heart is racing," Y/N mumbled, startling the man beneath her. Her eyes were shut and she already felt as though she was half asleep, but she felt her surroundings as vividly as she did when she was fully conscious. "I think mine is too."

Chan bit his lip. He couldn't think of what to say as he began to run his fingers through her hair and down her spine in gentle waves. For someone who talked constantly all day long, Chan was surprised at his sudden lack of words. Suddenly his extensive vocabulary felt limited, the words that flew into his mind all incorrect. So he patted her shoulders instead, rubbing her back.

Just when Chan had thought she had fallen asleep, Y/N spoke again.

"I … I always feel so safe when I'm with you … " Y/N whispered. Her fingers curled into his t-shirt as Chan inhaled sharply, his eyes widening in the darkness. "No one else has ever made me feel like this before."

Her timid confession had robbed Chan of his remaining words, leaving his mind blank and his heart throbbing; he felt as though he was in a daze, and all his 'what ifs' suddenly flew out of his mind as he leaned down to gently plant a kiss on the surprised girl's forehead.

It was the softest of kisses, one that made Y/N feel as though her head was buzzing. She looked up at Chan, and she was even more startled when he tightened his hold on her, her hand coming up to cup the back of her head.

"Go to sleep, baby," Chan breathed, his voice cracking as he coaxed her head back to his chest. "I'll keep you safe the whole night … I promise."

Sniffing, Y/N nodded. She let Chan tuck the duvet under her chin before going back to pat her hair, his fingers cradling her head as if she was a baby. The feeling of his touch and the dull drum of his heart under her ear felt so soothing in that moment, that Y/N started to tear up as she shut her eyes. She'd never felt so at peace before, the sensation completely foreign to her. His breathing was soft in her hair, his heat insulating her like a second blanket and his scent incredibly intoxicating to her senses. It was quickly pulling her underneath a heavy current of slumber, and Y/N wondered if she was already dreaming when she heard three soft words being whispered to her before she lost all sense of consciousness.

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Water Wasters

Genre: husband!Chan, fluff

Warnings: none

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N

Word Count: 1.1k

Y/N spat into the sink once she had finished her teeth. She goofily grinned at her reflection out of habit and immediately cringed a second later; she shook her head and muttered something about getting second hand embarrassment from herself as she looked around for a specific jar.

Finding it on the floor - she must have forgotten to pick it up after her husband had gotten a little too excited and crashed them both into the bathroom counter earlier - Y/N unscrewed the lid off of her cleansing balm and scooped a generous amount out. She rubbed it in-between her fingertips, melting down the thick texture before beginning to massage it into her cheeks.

It was a few moments later that she had realised her forgetfulness in tying her hair up had been a mistake. She tipped her head to the side, trying to flip her hair out of the way … she didn't particularly want to get the oil in the strands, even if she was going to have a shower later.

She scanned the bathroom with her gaze, trying to see if there were any hair ties around. There weren't any, and she sighed, looking over her shoulder.

"Hey, baby?" She called out. "Can you get me a hair tie?"

A moment later, she heard the shuffle of her husband's footsteps. He popped up behind her, his face soft in the mirror.

"Hmm?" Chan asked. "You called me?"

Laughing, Y/N continued to rub at her forehead. "I asked if you could get me a hair tie. My hands are greasy and my hair is getting in the way."

"Oh," Chan chuckled. "I don't have one."

"I know," Y/N groaned. "That's why I asked you to get one."

"I have a better idea," Chan moved closer to her. With Y/N watching him curiously, Chan gently used his fingers to pull her hair away from her face. He curled his fingers around the makeshift ponytail, and he held his hand there as he grinned at his wife. "I am the hair tie."

Shaking her head, Chan's arm following her movement, Y/N couldn't help but splutter with laughter.

"Only you, Mr Bahng," Y/N said as she began to massage circles into her face again. She then looked at her husband in the mirror. "I need to wash my face now."

"Okay," Chan moved his hand along with her head; it was such a strange feeling that the couple burst into laughter all over again. When Y/N started to splash water on her face, it trickled down her arms and splashed onto her husband who's free arm had begun to snake around her waist in a hug. He yelped at the sudden feeling of the water soaking into his t-shirt, Y/N's giggles a comical sound through the water on her face.

"Are you washing your face or swimming?" Chan whined as water slapped his face. Not wanting to let go of his wife despite the mess she was making, Chan turned his head and used his shoulder to rub the water off. "What are you doing?"

"I'm washing my face," Y/N giggled, reaching for her second cleanser. She stood up properly again, Chan moving with her. One hand still around her hair, he leaned forward and rested his chin on her shoulder as he turned to kiss her neck.

"Christopher," Y/N stopped applying the cleanser as her husband started to kiss along her jaw. She sighed when he snuggled his face into the crook of her neck, clearly unbothered by the rest of the water. "Baby I need to finish."

"So finish?" Chan chuckled innocently. He continued to kiss her cheek, his hand still around her hair.

Suddenly feeling mischievous, Y/N reached for the cleanser again. She lathered it up in her hands before slathering it across the side of Chan's face, the man suddenly freezing as she stared at himself in the mirror.

Laughing to herself, Y/N continued to wash her face. She didn't notice the devilish look blooming in her husband's eyes as he began to think of revenge.

Smirking, Chan suddenly let go of her hair. It flew around Y/N's face like a curtain just as she splashed water across her face; she gasped, her now damp hair sticking across her cheeks.

"Okay, that was too much, I'm sorry," Chan laughed as Y/N glared at him in the mirror. He went to gather her hair up again, pulling it away from her cheeks. "I'm sorry baby."

Feigning sadness, Y/N ignored him. She finished washing her face, and cracking an eye open, she suddenly scooped up water and turned around, throwing it at her husband.

Chan yelled; he was completely startled as water trickled down his chin and into his t-shirt. Half of his hair had flattened at the side of his head, and Y/N's eyes widened … she hadn't meant to soak him that much.

Before Y/N knew what was happening, Chan had pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. They were both covered in soap suds and oil, not to mention the water that was everywhere.

Catching the look in her husband's eyes, Y/N stepped backwards. She laughed nervously, holding her hands out. When Chan advanced on her, she squealed with laughter; the man had backed her up against one of the walls, completely preventing her from leaving the barriers of his arms.

"You're infuriating," Chan hummed, placing the tip of his index finger below Y/N's chin. He tilted her face up towards him, his face soft with a smile as he shook his head at her. "You're so lucky neither of us have had a shower yet."

"Oh really? Why's that?" Y/N asked playfully.

Chan laughed quietly. He leaned down and kissed her lips, unable to stop the huge smile that was spreading across his face.

"Because," Chan murmured against her mouth. Before she could stop him, Chan chuckled and stripped her of her clothes before dragging her with him into the shower. "Then we wouldn't have been able to do this."

Wrapping her arms around her husband's neck, Y/N rolled her eyes. "Who says I want to?"

"Okay, go then," Chan laughed.

Playing along, Y/N pretended to leave the shower. She was half way out of the door when Chan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him again, his arms holding her in a tight embrace.

"I'm not letting you go," Chan murmured into her hair. "Besides … we really should save some water considering how much we just wasted."

Giggling into his bare chest, Y/N agreed. "You have a point."

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A Real Man

Genre: dad!Chan, angst, fluff

Warnings: none

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N, Noah

Word Count: 1.3k

"Okay," Chan dropped his keys into the little dish near the front door as Noah skipped in behind him, his school bag clutched in his hands. "You hungry, Noey?"

The seven year old nodded. He copied his father and unbuckled his shoes before placing them neatly next to the older man's.

"What do you fancy eating?" Chan asked just as Y/N came towards them both; her hair was swept back into a messy knot, and the strands that had escaped were covered in paint. Smears of dried clay dotted the apron around her waist, and Noah caught the familiar scent of varnish and musk as she reached out to hug him.

"Hey baby," Y/N kissed his cheek; she grinned fondly and rubbed the smudge of lipstick away from his freckled cheek. "Did you have a good day at school?"

Noah nodded. "I had music today."

"You did?" Chan asked from behind him. "What did you do?"

"Played the keyboard," Noah smiled happily, his eyes crinkling as he tipped his head up to look at his father. "And the guitar. It hurt my fingers. I liked it though."

"Let me see?" Y/N took Noah's little hands in her own, turning them over gently. She smiled as she kissed his fingertips; they were a little red at the sides, but other than that, they seemed completely fine.

She then noticed the hole that was folded over near his knee. Frowning, Y/N crouched down and smoothed her fingers over the fabric.

"What happened here, baby?" She asked.

Noah shrugged a little too nonchalantly. "Fell in the playground. No big deal."

Sharing glances at his tone, Chan and Y/N blinked. Chan manoeuvred the boy into a chair before Y/N gently rolled up the leg of his trousers, exposing a large wound. It was red and raw, tiny pieces of gravel embedded into the blood that had begun to congeal around the torn skin.

Both parents sucked in their breath through their teeth. Y/N grimaced, gently placing her fingers against his skin.

"Oh Noey this looks so painful … didn't a teacher help you?" Y/N sympathised, looking up at the boy.

Noah's face closed up a little. "I didn't need to tell the teacher. I'm a big boy … and big boys don't need help."

At that, Chan frowned. He reached out and cupped the boy's chin in his hand, gently caressing his cheek with a thumb.

"Who said that to you?" Chan asked him softly. "Hmm?"

Noah looked down at the floor. "The boys in my class."

"I'll go get the first aid kit," Y/N said suddenly, standing up as she silently covered with her husband through her gaze. She kissed the top of Noah's head before walking away.

Chan pulled out a chair beside Noah. He made a dramatic sound of relief as he sat down, making the boy next to him chuckle as he watched him stretch his legs out in front of him.

"You know … when I was a kid I'd fall all the time," Chan reminisced casually, his fingertips scruffing Noah's curls up. He suddenly laughed. "I used to cry all the time."

Noah raises his eyebrows curiously. "Really?"

"Really," Chan nodded. "I remember all the boys around me used to make fun of me for it because their fathers said things like 'real men don't cry'. But that's not true … 'real' men do cry."

He waved his hands around in the air as Y/N came back with her little kit. She sat down on the floor in front of Noah, an easy smile on her face as she listened to the things her husband was saying.

"I think … a strong man is one who knows it's okay to show his emotions," Chan continued, his fingers absent minded playing with Noah's hair. "One who has no shame in crying, or asking for help when he needs it. As humans, we all need help sometimes. And there's nothing wrong with asking for help when you need it … you don't have to struggle all alone, yeah?"

Noah nodded quietly. Y/N was sure she could see her husband's words being processed behind Noah's brown eyes. She smiled secretly as she gently patted a wet cloth over his knee, doing his best to clean the wound.

"But daddy … why does everyone say men can't cry?" Noah asked curiously. His eyes had begun to water as Y/N pressed antiseptic solution to his injury, and Chan smiled as he reached out to curl his fingers around his.

"Because that's what men used to be taught," Chan said. "People used to think that men needed to be the strong ones and that meant they weren't allowed to show emotion or cry … a lot of people still think that, but it's not true Noey, okay? If you want to cry, you cry, okay? If you're sad, you're allowed to be sad … if something is hurting you, you're allowed to feel that way. It doesn't make you any less of a man."

"Daddy?" Noah whispered.

"Yes, baby?"

A fat tear rolling down his cheek, Noah suddenly grinned. "My knee really stings."

"I'm sorry baby," Y/N hummed as she finished dabbing at his knee. "You're so brave. That's the worst of it all over … you're doing so well, Noey."

Chan smiled. He kissed Noah's cheek and shuffled closer to him so he could slide his arms around the boy in a hug.

"I'm not surprised it stings," Chan said, wiping the tears away from Noah's face. "Honestly I don't know how you got this far without throwing a fit … if that was me I'd be screaming like a baby."

Chuckling at his father's humour, Noah dropped his head against the older man's shoulder. "I don't think I'm the screaming type."

"That's okay," Chan grinned. "I can scream for you."

On cue, Chan started wailing like a comical cartoon; he grabbed his chest with his hand and started flopping around his seat, feigning dramatic yelling that caused his son to erupt into a bubble of quiet laughter.

From the floor, Y/N shook her head fondly as she applied gauze to her son's knee. "What on earth are you teaching our son, Christopher?"

"I think daddy is trying to be a fish?" Noah replied slowly, cocking his head to the side.

Embarrassed, Chan sat up again. He cleared his throat and reached for a glass of water, avoiding the two sets of eyes that were fixed on him.

"Maybe not … " Noah continued. His father's little act had completely distracted him; he had forgotten the pain in his knee and his cheeks had begun to take on their usual rosy hue. "Fish don't drink water."

Giggling around the glass, Chan set it down again. "You're really cheeky, you know that?"

Noah grinned happily just as Y/N smoothed a large plaster over his knee.

"There," Y/N said, leaning forward to carefully kiss his knee. "All better. I think our little Noey needs a treat for being so brave."

"I want a treat," Chan chimed in. Noah giggled, and Y/N rolled her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips.

"And why exactly do you want a treat? What have you done except flop around like a fish on land?"

Noah laughed at the bewildered look on his father's face. "Daddy helped me."

Rifling around in one of the cupboards, Y/N pulled out two chocolate bars. "Hmm … I suppose he did."

She handed them the chocolates, both boys' faces suddenly lighting up at the sight of the confectionery.

"Cheers to you, Noey," Chan held his chocolate bar out to his son.

Grinning, Noah tapped his bar against his father's before the both of them chomped down onto their chocolate.

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