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@inkytae you up for a part 2 to Whatever It Takes??

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"Is that my shirt?"

Chan x Reader

Chan had stepped out of the apartment to pick something up from the store while you were in the shower. You had spent the night and realized you hadn’t brought any clothes with you after you stepped out of the shower. As you ruffled your hair dry with a towel, you went to his room and opened his closet.

Surely he wouldn’t mind if you wore one of his shirts right?

You shrugged to yourself and took out on of his big, plain black T-shirts and slipped it over your body, walking back into the bathroom to hang the towel up and then into the living room. You sat down on the couch and started browsing what was on Netflix when Chan got back.

He walked in, put the bag of things he got down on the kitchen counter and came over to sit with you. You didn’t look at him at first until you felt him staring. “What?” You finally turned your head to look at him. He had a wide, cocky-looking smile on his face.

“Is that my shirt?”

“Uh… Y-Yeah, I forgot to bring some clothes with me last night, and I thought you wouldn’t mind if I wore something of yours…”

“I don’t mind,” he said, leaning in closer to your face. “In fact, I’d love to see you in my clothes more often,” he smirked and pecked his lips against yours quickly. “You’re adorable.”

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𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙩 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Word Count: 0.4k

Genre: angst...i think (i actually do not know so help me god)

Rating and Warning: Suitable for all, and no warnings :)

A/N: okay well this is the first thing i’ve written since i got over my writer’s block so don’t come for me if it sucks :/ enjoy ig.

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𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶; 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦-𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮, 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵 9. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵 9 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.

𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵 9 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨; 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵 9 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘰𝘯-𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘱, 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. “𝘏𝘈𝘑𝘚𝘕𝘋𝘏𝘋𝘏𝘚 𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘖𝘍𝘍 𝘔𝘌” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, “𝘚-𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦? 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵...𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺? 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰? 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦?” “𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦.” “𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯. 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸- 𝘞𝘦’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥!” “𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦-“

𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰.

𝘚𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, “𝘠/𝘕. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘠/𝘕, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴.” 𝘕𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, “𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.”

A/N: o k a y well that was hella short and anticlimactic JSNDHSJ thanks for reading tho! uwu love y’all

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oh jesus i haven’t been on this blog in ages

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lol i’m on hiatus kids don’t expect me to be back any time soon i have writer’s block + school

edit like three weeks later: JAHAHAHAHAH HIATUS OVER LETS GOOOO

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[08:47 PM]

It started out with a usual berating pounding in her head, just a regular kind of headache. She walked into the kitchen, and made herself a cup of camomile tea. Taking a long, lazy sip of her tea, she trudged up the stairs to her room and sat down on the floor. it was still fairly bright outside and sitting there in the light seemed to make her feel worse. groaning she slipped into her bed and pulled the covers over her head and tried to doze off.

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Tossing and turning wasn’t subduing the pain and made her feel groggy and beaten. Her head hurt like hell; the small tinkerings turned to heavy hammering, and slowly but surely, the heavy hammering turned to lengthy pounds ricocheting around the empty walls of her head.

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[09:19 PM]

Her knees were clenched against her chest, her breathing irregular and shaky. A blanket wrapped around her, her head buried in a pillow, a source of light trying to unsettle her further. This migraine was like nothing she had ever countered before; the intensity of the pain growing with every erratic rise and fall of her chest. With a trembling hand, she reached out and grabbed her favourite plushie, a moderately new orangutan of a fair size. Holding it close to her, she lay down again, listening to the surrounding silence envelope her in a generously quiet embrace, reassuring her that it would be over soon enough.

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The pulsating throbs gradually came to a halt, and she sighed with an air of comfort, a sigh that marked the end of her troubles that night. She pulled her plushie closer to her and nestled her head in the crook of his neck. Slipping into a soothing slumber, she mumbled to herself, “Sweet dreams; you did well today, good night.”

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𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟹𝟶𝟺 (𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚋)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.

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“𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦,” 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥. “𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

[𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘖𝘝.]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘊𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯-𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪��𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, “𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘺, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦-𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩; 𝕴’𝖒 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗.

[chanquill]

iris??? IRIS IS THIS YOU?!?!?!

⋉ aмor odιѕѕe ⋊

aмor odιѕѕe; тнe love тo нaтe

A/N: yes. we’re PG in this household so no swears, only creative insults. those, and those only.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: none, but creative insults???

Genre: Fluff, Angst

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Everyone on campus always thought that you and Chan would make the cutest couple; the King and Queen of Clé University, but they also knew that you two weren’t on the best terms. The smug-faced rat in question was always right behind you, whether it be handing in assignments, test scores or even standing in queue. Whenever you turned around you felt those condescending eyes searing into your skin. “Ugh!” you exclaimed, ”JESUS CHRIST I WISH THAT COCKY LITTLE SWINE WOULD STOP IT. HE’S SO ANNOYING!”

Your best friend Jisung patted your shoulder and tried to reassure you, telling you that it was going to be okay and that it’ll all get better. “‘Sung, I swear there are a couple of screws that aren’t put in right in your head. What the hell are you on about I-“ Before you could finish your sentence, a hand cupped around your mouth from the back and muffled your cries. “WHAT THE- JISUNG, THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” you protested, peeling the hand off your face. As you turned around, you began to realise that the hand that cupped your face didn’t belong to Jisung, much to your dismay. It was the one person you really, really didn’t want to see at that moment. It was Chan, his trademark smirk plastered across his infuriatingly perfect face. You rolled your eyes in disgust and asked, “What?! What do you want now? Do you want me to fall at your feet and grovel? You want me to give you my notes?”

His smirk faltered a little, but returned to its original state as quickly as you had seen it waver. “Well, you see, I wanted to ask you something, but I can see that I’m not welcome right now (or at any other time actually) so...I’ll just...leave? Bye.” Sighing, you grabbed onto his hand with both of yours, pulling him back towards you and Jisung, who was still staring at you and Chan with his mouth open in disbelief. “Fine...FINE. Okay, fine I’ll hear you out. Just don’t pull another kidnapper move like that and you’ll be fine, okay?”

He took a deep breath and slipped his long, slender fingers out of yours, overworked and covered in plasters. “Um, so... basically...I uh... c-can we study together? I’m having t-trouble with this particular part of code and i’m not sure what’s wr-wrong with it. Can y-you help? Please?” The stuttering mess stood in front of you wasn’t the Chan you knew. The one you knew was the arrogant little son of a seahorse-faced cashew, fricking little- You sighed and stroked his hand. “Okay buddy, what’s up? Is this your idea of a joke? Why are you shaking; what happened? Talk to me.” This wasn’t usually you; you never cared about him, and you thought you never would, yet here you were, putting your arm around Chan’s shoulders, guiding him to the nearest bench. After sitting him down and ruffling his hair, you took your water bottle out of your bad and handed it to him. “Here, drink some water.” He grimaced and looked at you weird. “Really? A Bokémon waterbottle? We both know that Migimon is better, right?”

“Are you going to drink the water or not, huh?” you snapped, aware that he was right. Turning your head to face Jisung, you mouthed, “Go! I’ll find you later! GO!!” and shooed him away. “Um so...What did you need help with then?” you asked Chan, “Also did you write the code in Javascript or Python?” You looked back at Chan, not expecting his deep brown eyes, now filled with worry and warmth. He inched closer to you, returning your water bottle to your bag and sighed in relief. “T-thank you, y/n, and uh, I wrote the code in Python,” he mumbled, still occasionally stuttering and stumbling on his words. “Hm okay. Meet me at the library in an hour. I’m just going to drop my bags off at my place and I’ll be back, okay?” You we’re just getting up to leave when Chan grabbed your hand and pulled you back down, turning your head with one hand, while holding you down with the other. You knew he went to the gym regularly (unfortunately, you had encountered him enough times at the on-site gym to know), BUT BOY WAS HE STRONG. “Uhhhh...Chan?” you asked, unpleasantly surprised, “You need something?” With a puppy-like glint in his eye, he said, “Let me drop you off! Where do you live?” You were puzzled but...something felt wrong about turning him down, and as much as you wanted to refuse, your body somehow urged you to accept. “Fine, I guess...,” you trailed off, unaware of the events that were about to unfold.

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As he drove up to the house, you slowly took off your seatbelt and slung your bag over your shoulder. “Give me 20...actually no, you can come in. You wanna come in?,” you asked, not too sure of what to expect. Chan nodded and grinned, a sight you were startled to see.

“Is he usually like this? Am I the one being mean? Oh my god. What if I’m the one being mean. Oh frick oh frick oh frick oh frick. Wait, hang on, AM I IMAGINING THINGS?! Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. C a l m. I am CALM. Wait but-“ you thought to yourself, trudging up the stairs to your apartment. You pulled a key out of your pocket and jammed it into the keyhole. “I- Wait, wait, I swear this was the right key. Hang on-“ This was not going well. Welp. Chan couldn’t hate you any more than he did already so... oh well. After jiggling the key around for a while, Chan offered to open door for you. With a strange mastery, Chan jammed the key into the hole and turned it while pushing it in. Click. “HANG ON A DAMN MINUTE- I’VE BEEN LIVING HERE FOR WHAT? OVER 8 MONTHS NOW? AND I CAN’T EVEN OPEN MY OWN DOOR??? BUT THIS GUY- FRICKING ALMOST 6 FOOT WORM- HE JUST MANAGED TO CLICK IT OPEN???” you wondered to yourself, trying to suppress a scream inside of you. He cracked a smile. “There, the door’s open now, just had to give it a little strength,” he proclaimed, “I’m happy to help any time.” With a humoured look on your face, you pushed Chan into the apartment and locked the door behind you. You threw yourself on the couch and sighed, you didn’t usually invite people in, especially not people you hated. One of your roommates, Ryujin, walked in, drinking yet another bubble tea. You turned to face her and gave her a long, hard stare. “I swear you run on bubble tea and that’s not healthy, you know? I swear if you get diabetes from the amount of sugar you consume, I’m not coming to funeral because I warned you,” you sighed, massaging your temples. Ryujin stopped sipping on her tea and sauntered up to you, “Sir, whether I’m addicted to boba or not, I’m still the crazy (but cool) kid that you picked up in middle school. You’re never getting rid of me. Ever. And anyway, who’s this guy?” she asked, gesturing to Chan, “Your boyfriend? If so, damn girl, you have TASTE.” You and Chan blushed in unison and started muttering excuses. You stood up, still embarrassed, and stuttered put something along the lines of, “Y-yeah I’m going to go ch-change and I’ll be b-back, okay? Chan, you can sit down, ‘Jin, get him s-some water or juice or w-whatever.” You ran into your room, and quietly slammed the door behind you. “FKSJKDS SHIN RYUJIN YOU’VE REALLY DONE IT THIS TIME I- GAHHHH I CAN’T EVEN DENY THAT HE’S PRETTY- GOD FRICKING DAMN IT!” you thought to yourself, throwing on the closest set of comfortable clothes you could find. Opening your door ever so slightly, you made eye contact with Ryujin and hissed at her to come over. From across the living room, she shrugged and made her way to you in the least inconspicuous way possible; ‘accidentally’ knocking over a lamp, tripping over Chan and almost spilling her tea. “Ryujin why would you- BRUH THAT’S NOT COOL! YOU DON’T JUST ASK US IF WE’RE TOGETHER! HE’S CHAN. AS IN THE GUY I HATE. YES, THAT GUY!” you exclaimed with an air of exasperation. “U-uh huh. Keep going, you aren’t fooling anyone. This. This is peak whipped behaviour. Face it, y/n, you have a lil pash. oOoOohHh THINK OF THE BLACKMAIL MATERIAL; THERE’S TEA TO LAST ME MONTHS, LITERALLY!” Ryujin made kissy faces and walked back into the kitchen after announcing that she was the official third wheel and no one, not even Lord Changbin himself, could stop her. And the worst part was that you knew deep, down inside, that you really had taken a liking to that raw salmon. Well, it was more of a pash. A strong pash. You waved your hand and choked. “pSh, ‘Jin’s got nothing on me, I don’t have a small crush on THAT guy; hell, I don’t even like him as an acquaintance...maybe-“ You were confused but nonetheless walked out of your room with fake confidence.

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Sitting down next to Chan, you pulled out your laptop from your bag, a pretty new Macbook, plastered with stickers of Stray Kids, a new and upcoming group that hadn’t debuted yet. Chan had a slight bewildered-but-shocked-but-proud expression on his face that was quickly wiped off as you told him to show you his code so far.

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Both you and Chan had spent hours and hours finishing the project, and it seemed as if it would never end, but at long last came a sigh of drained relief from Chan. He threw his laptop onto the cherry wood coffee table. And leant back into the sofa, a soft murmur of fatigue muttered. You stood up and glanced at the clock by the door, rubbing your eyes to make sure you hadn’t read it wrong; it was one in the morning. That’s right, you and your not-so-much-enemy-anymore had spent all night working on some code. Some stupid code. “Chan? It’s uh...it’s one am. And I’m pretty sure the dorms won’t be open now, and even if they were, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t let you in, considering the grisly state you’re in, at the moment. I really would let you crash this one time, but uh, where would you sleep??? CHAN GET UPPPPPP!” you urged, a small part of begging him to stay. Brushing those thoughts away, you started stepping over Chan to get to your room, when he grabbed your hand pulled you back down. But not back to where you were sitting, oh no no no, he pulled you down to his lap. Wrapping his arm around you, he begged to stay the night. “We can stay like this forever, if you want to. Do you want you?” you joked. “Absolutely,” replied Chan, a slight beam coming across his face, “Good Night.”

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END.

A/N: hM yeah okay, i could’ve done better but y’know. i’m satisfied. thank you for reading!

[chanquill]

⋉ aмor odιѕѕe ⋊

aмor odιѕѕe; тнe love тo нaтe

A/N: yes. we’re PG in this household so no swears, only creative insults. those, and those only.

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: none, but creative insults???

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff, Angst

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Everyone on campus always thought that you and Chan would make the cutest couple; the King and Queen of Clé University, but they also knew that you two weren’t on the best terms. The smug-faced rat in question was always right behind you, whether it be handing in assignments, test scores or even standing in queue. Whenever you turned around you felt those condescending eyes searing into your skin. “Ugh!” you exclaimed, ”JESUS CHRIST I WISH THAT COCKY LITTLE SWINE WOULD STOP IT. HE’S SO ANNOYING!”

Your best friend Jisung patted your shoulder and tried to reassure you, telling you that it was going to be okay and that it’ll all get better. “‘Sung, I swear there are a couple of screws that aren’t put in right in your head. What the hell are you on about I-“ Before you could finish your sentence, a hand cupped around your mouth from the back and muffled your cries. “WHAT THE- JISUNG, THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” you protested, peeling the hand off your face. As you turned around, you began to realise that the hand that cupped your face didn’t belong to Jisung, much to your dismay. It was the one person you really, really didn’t want to see at that moment. It was Chan, his trademark smirk plastered across his infuriatingly perfect face. You rolled your eyes in disgust and asked, “What?! What do you want now? Do you want me to fall at your feet and grovel? You want me to give you my notes?”

His smirk faltered a little, but returned to its original state as quickly as you had seen it waver. “Well, you see, I wanted to ask you something, but I can see that I’m not welcome right now (or at any other time actually) so...I’ll just...leave? Bye.” Sighing, you grabbed onto his hand with both of yours, pulling him back towards you and Jisung, who was still staring at you and Chan with his mouth open in disbelief. “Fine...FINE. Okay, fine I’ll hear you out. Just don’t pull another kidnapper move like that and you’ll be fine, okay?”

He took a deep breath and slipped his long, slender fingers out of yours, overworked and covered in plasters. “Um, so... basically...I uh... c-can we study together? I’m having t-trouble with this particular part of code and i’m not sure what’s wr-wrong with it. Can y-you help? Please?” The stuttering mess stood in front of you wasn’t the Chan you knew. The one you knew was the arrogant little son of a seahorse-faced cashew, fricking little- You sighed and stroked his hand. “Okay buddy, what’s up? Is this your idea of a joke? Why are you shaking; what happened? Talk to me.” This wasn’t usually you; you never cared about him, and you thought you never would, yet here you were, putting your arm around Chan’s shoulders, guiding him to the nearest bench. After sitting him down and ruffling his hair, you took your water bottle out of your bad and handed it to him. “Here, drink some water.” He grimaced and looked at you weird. “Really? A Bokémon waterbottle? We both know that Migimon is better, right?”

“Are you going to drink the water or not, huh?” you snapped, aware that he was right. Turning your head to face Jisung, you mouthed, “Go! I’ll find you later! GO!!” and shooed him away. “Um so...What did you need help with then?” you asked Chan, “Also did you write the code in Javascript or Python?” You looked back at Chan, not expecting his deep brown eyes, now filled with worry and warmth. He inched closer to you, returning your water bottle to your bag and sighed in relief. “T-thank you, y/n, and uh, I wrote the code in Python,” he mumbled, still occasionally stuttering and stumbling on his words. “Hm okay. Meet me at the library in an hour. I’m just going to drop my bags off at my place and I’ll be back, okay?” You were just getting up to leave when Chan grabbed your hand and pulled you back down, turning your head with one hand, while holding you down with the other. You knew he went to the gym regularly (unfortunately, you had encountered him enough times at the on-site gym to know), BUT BOY WAS HE STRONG. “Uhhhh...Chan?” you asked, unpleasantly surprised, “You need something?” With a puppy-like glint in his eye, he said, “Let me drop you off! Where do you live?” You were puzzled but...something felt wrong about turning him down, and as much as you wanted to refuse, your body somehow urged you to accept. “Fine, I guess...,” you trailed off, unaware of the events that were about to unfold.

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As he drove up to the house, you slowly took off your seatbelt and slung your bag over your shoulder. “Give me 20...actually no, you can come in. You wanna come in?,” you asked, not too sure of what to expect. Chan nodded and grinned, a sight you were startled to see.

“Is he usually like this? Am I the one being mean? Oh my god. What if I’m the one being mean. Oh frick oh frick oh frick oh frick. Wait, hang on, AM I IMAGINING THINGS?! Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. C a l m. I am CALM. Wait but-“ you thought to yourself, trudging up the stairs to your apartment. You pulled a key out of your pocket and jammed it into the keyhole. “I- Wait, wait, I swear this was the right key. Hang on-“ This was not going well. Welp. Chan couldn’t hate you any more than he did already so... oh well. After jiggling the key around for a while, Chan offered to open door for you. With a strange mastery, Chan jammed the key into the hole and turned it while pushing it in. Click. “HANG ON A DAMN MINUTE- I’VE BEEN LIVING HERE FOR WHAT? OVER 8 MONTHS NOW? AND I CAN’T EVEN OPEN MY OWN DOOR??? BUT THIS GUY- FRICKING ALMOST 6 FOOT WORM- HE JUST MANAGED TO CLICK IT OPEN???” you wondered to yourself, trying to suppress a scream inside of you. He cracked a smile. “There, the door’s open now, just had to give it a little strength,” he proclaimed, “I’m happy to help any time.” With a humoured look on your face, you pushed Chan into the apartment and locked the door behind you. You threw yourself on the couch and sighed, you didn’t usually invite people in, especially not people you hated.

One of your roommates, Ryujin, walked in, drinking yet another bubble tea. You turned to face her and gave her a long, hard stare. “I swear you run on bubble tea and that’s not healthy, you know? I swear if you get diabetes from the amount of sugar you consume, I’m not coming to funeral because I warned you,” you sighed, massaging your temples. Ryujin stopped sipping on her tea and sauntered up to you, “Sir, whether I’m addicted to boba or not, I’m still the crazy (but cool) kid that you picked up in middle school. You’re never getting rid of me. Ever. And anyway, who’s this guy?” she asked, gesturing to Chan, “Your boyfriend? If so, damn girl, you have TASTE.” You and Chan blushed in unison and started muttering excuses. You stood up, still embarrassed, and stuttered put something along the lines of, “Y-yeah I’m going to go ch-change and I’ll be b-back, okay? Chan, you can sit down, ‘Jin, get him s-some water or juice or w-whatever.” You ran into your room, and quietly slammed the door behind you. “FKSJKDS SHIN RYUJIN YOU’VE REALLY DONE IT THIS TIME I- GAHHHH I CAN’T EVEN DENY THAT HE’S PRETTY- GOD FRICKING DAMN IT!” you thought to yourself, throwing on the closest set of comfortable clothes you could find.

Opening your door ever so slightly, you made eye contact with Ryujin and hissed at her to come over. From across the living room, she shrugged and made her way to you in the least inconspicuous way possible; ‘accidentally’ knocking over a lamp, tripping over Chan and almost spilling her tea. “Ryujin why would you- BRUH THAT’S NOT COOL! YOU DON’T JUST ASK US IF WE’RE TOGETHER! HE’S CHAN. AS IN THE GUY I HATE. YES, THAT GUY!” you exclaimed with an air of exasperation. “U-uh huh. Keep going, you aren’t fooling anyone. This. This is peak whipped behaviour. Face it, y/n, you have a lil pash. oOoOohHh THINK OF THE BLACKMAIL MATERIAL; THERE’S TEA TO LAST ME MONTHS, LITERALLY!” Ryujin made kissy faces and walked back into the kitchen after announcing that she was the official third wheel and no one, not even Lord Changbin himself, could stop her. And the worst part was that you knew deep, down inside, that you really had taken a liking to that raw salmon. Well, it was more of a pash. A strong pash.

You waved your hand and choked. “pSh, ‘Jin’s got nothing on me, I don’t have a small crush on THAT guy; hell, I don’t even like him as an acquaintance...maybe-“ You were confused but nonetheless walked out of your room with fake confidence.

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Sitting down next to Chan, you pulled out your laptop from your bag, a pretty new Macbook, plastered with stickers of Stray Kids, a new and upcoming group that hadn’t debuted yet. Chan had a slight bewildered-but-shocked-but-proud expression on his face that was quickly wiped off as you told him to show you his code so far.

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Both you and Chan had spent hours and hours finishing the project, and it seemed as if it would never end, but at long last came a sigh of drained relief from Chan. He threw his laptop onto the cherry wood coffee table. And leant back into the sofa, a soft murmur of fatigue muttered. You stood up and glanced at the clock by the door, rubbing your eyes to make sure you hadn’t read it wrong; it was one in the morning. That’s right, you and your not-so-much-enemy-anymore had spent all night working on some code. Some stupid code. “Chan? It’s uh...it’s one am. And I’m pretty sure the dorms won’t be open now, and even if they were, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t let you in, considering the grisly state you’re in, at the moment. I really would let you crash this one time, but uh, where would you sleep??? CHAN GET UPPPPPP!” you urged, a small part of begging him to stay. Brushing those thoughts away, you started stepping over Chan to get to your room, when he grabbed your hand pulled you back down. But not back to where you were sitting, oh no no no, he pulled you down to his lap. Wrapping his arm around you, he begged to stay the night. “We can stay like this forever, if you want to. Do you want you?” you joked. “Absolutely,” replied Chan, a slight beam coming across his face, “Good Night.”

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

END.

A/N: hM yeah okay, i could’ve done better but y’know. i’m satisfied. thank you for reading!