#rr:bang chan

[relaxedreptile]

What Friends Are For

Pairing: Bang Chan X Female Reader

Sexual content: protected sex (oral sex, fingering, slight degradation meant as friendly-ish banter). Swearing. FWB.

A/N: Hi, loves! Over a year ago, I posted a scenario called “Not Like That” on this blog that was kinda-sorta a FWB!Chan scenario; I was asked to write another piece with that same concept so... here it finally is!

On another note, I’ve been feeling a tad insecure about my writing lately. I feel as though my writing isn’t as stylistic as it used to be and I’m worried that the quality is not as high as before either. If you wouldn't mind sending me your thoughts on this specific piece (negative or positive), I would love to hear from you!

Thank you.

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“Was it really that bad?”

You and your best friend, Chan, were sitting cross-legged on the tiny twin bed tucked into a corner of his bedroom.

He had invited you over after receiving an SOS text attached to your name alerting him to the fact that you had had an absolutely dreadful night and needed to see him.

Chan was under the impression you had been mugged or crashed your car or something, he never would’ve guessed that the reason you were cradling your head in your hands on top of his bed was actually because you “just had the worst sex of your life”.

“He couldn’t even get it inside me Chan! Even my vagina knew it was a bad idea.”

It took everything in Chan not to burst out laughing, knowing you needed comfort and not teasing.

“He’s been hyping himself up for weeks, you know, texting me shit that was so good even you would blush. I thought, hey! There’s no way anyone who promises to ‘rock my shit so hard’ I ‘won’t be able to think about any other cock for the rest of my life’ was actually bad in bed, right? Well, I was sorely mistaken!”

If you were talking about any other subject Chan might’ve laughed about your use of air quotes but right now, he found his throat was a little too tight to force out a sound.

“I was expecting some crazy stuff and that’s why I went over in the first place. This week has been so stressful for me and all I wanted… all I wanted was to fucking cum! Is that too much to ask?”

“He didn’t make you cum?”

You finally lifted your head to look at your best friend with a pout and your signature puppy dog eyes to match. You shook it once to the right and once to the left before flinging yourself back down against Chan’s bed, the expensive comforter enveloping you in comfort.

“Maybe I could’ve been a little more verbal about what I wanted but I was so stunned by his incompetence that I couldn’t even bring myself to tell him that he was rubbing about an inch too high for me to really feel anything.”

You sat up, leaning back on your arms.

“Do guys just not know where the clit is?”

If it wasn’t for the way Chan choked on air after hearing your question, you would’ve been completely oblivious to the effect your words were having on your best friend.

“I do,” Chan answered simply.

You flopped back onto the boy’s incredibly comfortable bed, smiling softly at the way his pillows smelled exactly like him.

Said boy crawled across his bed so he could sprawl out next to you, your body shifting so your head could lean on Chan’s shoulder. 

“Thanks for letting me come over by the way. And not kicking me out once I started talking about my vagina.”

Your body’s proximity to Chan let you feel as well as hear his laugh. His broad shoulders shook with the noise and you could see the way his defined stomach tightened with the effort. Your eyes were glued to the white stripe of exposed skin, the color standing out against the black of his clothing. 

With your head tucked into the curve where his neck and shoulder met, all you could feel was your best friend. The smell of his cologne overwhelmed your senses; the familiar scent released some of the tension in your body that had built up over your hectic week.

Chan rolled over on his side and looked down at your body tucked into his own.

He grinned, a gesture that made you smile back, and you forgot all about incompetent boys and wasted nights. You did not, however, forget about the knot in your stomach which was becoming more and more prominent the longer Chan looked at you like that.

“What else are friends for?” He smiled.

His hushed words made your core ache and wetness pool between your legs. You prayed that he didn’t notice the way you clenched your thighs together to try and find some relief.

“I can do it, you know.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together, a silent request for him to explain what he meant.

“I can make you cum.”

You froze. All of a sudden, Chan’s plump lips seemed a lot closer to yours than before, his shoulders broader as they rose up from the bed beneath the two of you. Your gaze fell downwards, finding strong arms that were just begging to hold you and hands that promised to feel delicious against your skin. Would he be gentle with you? Or would his fingers leave purple imprints in your thighs that you could trace the morning after?

You were snapped out of your daydreaming when you heard Chan start apologizing, he was avoiding your gaze.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt that out like that. You just sound so upset and stressed and I can’t stand to see you like this without offering to help-”

“Channie.” He stopped his rant and brought his eyes back to yours. 

“Do you want to help me?”

He nodded and your lips were on his in an instant.

Your fingers tangled themselves in his curly hair, pulling his mouth into yours and holding him there. His lips were as soft as they looked, moving against yours in a passionate dance. 

Chan shifted his body in order to press his body against yours, grazing your outer thigh with his hand before clutching the sheets next to your head to regain his balance.

He ground his hips into yours, taking advantage of the way your mouth opened in a moan to swipe his tongue against yours. 

You bent your legs to cage Chan’s body in, holding him in place as you rocked your hips into his, chasing after the delicious friction his hard-on provided for your clothed heat.

A sigh left your parted lips as Chan began a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. You kept a hand in his hair and gave slight tugs of approval whenever his lips met a particularly sensitive patch of skin; your other hand snuck under his t-shirt and started to trail up his back, the muscles flexing in response to your gentle touch.

Chan reached your collarbone, leaving feather-light kisses across it before latching his lips onto the skin there and sucking.

Your nails dug themselves into his back as you gasped. 

You hoped he was leaving marks; you wanted to remember what happened tonight, that Chan was making you feel like this, that Chan was making your body ache and feel and want. 

The boy on top of you pulled his lips off of you with a pop, rising on his arms to look down at you. 

You both simply looked at each other, taking in what you had just done together. 

Your hand came up to cup one side of your best friend’s face, you smiled when he leaned into the touch.

“You’re good at this,” you told him. It was a bit embarrassing, sure, but that wasn’t really your concern right now.

Chan seemed to like the compliment regardless, his eyes formed little half-moons as he giggled. He turned his face to the side, just enough to kiss the palm of your hand.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

You found yourself distracted by the movement of his lips; they were red and glossy (because of you) and they caught the light of Chan’s desk lamp every time he opened his mouth.

Your hand left Chan’s cheek but stayed close enough to touch him. You brought your thumb to his bottom lip, slowly tracing the curve with your finger.

You released his lip at the same time that Chan dove down to get your lips back on his. 

You arms wrapped around Chan’s shoulders and tried to pull him as close to you as possible; your hands tugged at his t-shirt to try and pull it over his head.

Chan sat up to take his shirt off while you took this opportunity to straddle him once he flung the offensive fabric elsewhere. Chan’s eyes were blown wide when he found you on top of him but he recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you steady.

You whimpered with each roll of your hips into his, a new wave of pleasure flowing through you every time his arousal met yours.

Chan started to slip his fingers under the hem of your shirt, his thumb drawing small circles into the soft skin he found there, when you pulled back for a breath. He misunderstood the action, taking it as a sign of reluctance, a sign of regret.

“Do you want to slow down?”

It was no surprise to you that Chan was putting your wants ahead of his own; he had always had a protective instinct, especially when it came to you, and his kind heart was one of your favorite parts of him.

You stayed silent, wrapping your hands around his own to bring them farther up your shirt. He took over for you, placing his hands on your chest and cupping your breasts. He swiped his thumbs across your nipples through the fabric covering them, making you sigh into his touch.

While Chan was distracted, your attention fell from his pretty face to his broad shoulders and smooth chest. Your fingers traced the path your eyes were taking, dipping and curving into the definition of his stomach. His skin was so clear and smooth, protecting the strength that lie underneath.

You felt Chan’s gaze on you and looked up to meet it.

“What?” You tried to play it off.

“You were staring.”

“Was not!” 

Chan raised his eyebrows in a way that called you out on your bullshit.

You blushed, leaning forward to hide your face in his shoulder.

“I can’t help it,” you whined, “you’re so handsome Channie, always have been. My best friend is so handsome,” you repeated, starting to leave innocent kisses up the column of his neck.

A soft laugh escaped Chan’s lips (he was never good at taking compliments) as his hands came back to the hem of your shirt. You pulled away from his neck and raised your arms so he could pull the fabric off of your body. You reached around your body to undo your bra before Chan crawled back on top of you, pressing your back into the bed.

“Let me do what I said I would, okay? Tonight’s going to be about you.”

He started kissing a path between your breasts down to your stomach while his hands remained on your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

You arched into his touch, threading your fingers back into his hair and tugging on the soft curls every time his teeth grazed your skin or his tongue circled the peaks on your chest. 

Chan finally reached the waistband of your jeans and took his time undoing your zipper.

Your squeezed your thighs together instinctively and whined when Chan stopped his movements for a split second, entranced by the movement.

“Someone’s impatient,” he joked, pulling your jeans down your legs.

“Can you blame me? You’re literally taking forever.”

“I can’t believe you’re trying to argue with me while my face is between your legs.”

You opened your mouth to speak but you instantly forgot what you wanted to say once you felt Chan place a kiss on your clothed heat, mouthing at the fabric of your underwear.

“You’re so wet… Jesus Christ, Y/N.”

Chan swiped his fingers across the pool of arousal, his lips parting in disbelief.

“That’s what you’re doing to me, Chan, that’s how much I need you,” you pleaded.

Your underwear was off in an instant. You felt Chan’s hands grip your thighs and push them up so your legs were bent; the stretch made your core clench in anticipation and your hips jerked upwards, almost coming in contact with Chan’s perfect lips.

He smirked, meeting your desperate gaze before craning his neck to place a kiss on your clit. 

Your hands shot out beside you, gripping the bedsheets in an attempt to ground yourself while Chan ate you out like you were his last meal. His hands kept your legs spread as he devoured you; every swipe of his tongue brought a new wave of wetness flooding out of your core that was greedily collected by his lips. He sucked lightly on the sensitive skin, tongue delving as deep as it could reach into your core.

One of your hands left your side to go to his head, trying to keep his mouth where you needed it most.

Chan didn’t appreciate the gesture; his hand left your thigh to pull yours out of his hair, lacing your fingers together as his other hand went to join his mouth at your core. One of his fingers slipped inside of you easily, a second joining it soon after.

You cried out shamelessly when Chan curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your upper wall in just the right way. 

All the pent up frustration from the weak was trickling down your spine and pooling in your lower stomach, the pressure increasing with every stroke of Chan’s fingers.

It was almost too late when you decided this wasn’t how you wanted to finish; you didn’t want fingers, you wanted Chan and you prayed that he wanted you too.

You reached over to his bedside table, trying your best to stay focused on the task at hand while a beautiful boy was still tucked between your legs.

Once Chan had felt you wiggling around to reach the drawer he had stopped his movements (feeling a little insulted) and looked up to see what you found so interesting about his bedroom furniture.

Your fingers finally found what they were looking for; you pulled the foil packet out of Chan’s drawer and held it out to him.

“Do you want to?” The packet shone like the wetness on Chan’s chin.

Chan took the condom from you, considering your question.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Please?”

His hands left your body and went to his jeans; the remaining slick on his fingers left darkened trails on the fabric.

“Is one guy not enough for you?”

“What?”

Chan sat back to pull his pants off the rest of the way.

“You’ve already had one dick inside of you tonight and now you’re begging for another one.”

Your eyes narrowed as you glared at your best friend. You knew he was just trying to rile you up, but you decided to bite back.

“Are you just stalling because you don’t think you can make me cum?”

“Excuse me?”

“You weren’t complaining a second ago when your fingers were inside me but all of a sudden I hand you a condom and all your confidence has disappeared… poof!”

Chan took your hand in his and brought it towards his body, stopping when your fingers rested around the waistband of his underwear.

“I think you’ll find that I have more than enough confidence.”

You ignored his comment and instead brought your attention to the hard length that was still partially hidden from view.

Your fingers traced the outline of Chan’s shaft, smirking when you heard him groan and squeezing his cock through the fabric to see if you could hear that noise again.

You looked up at Chan, asking for permission as you hooked your fingers in his waistband.

He nodded and your hand was wrapped around him in an instant while the other tried pushing the rest of the fabric away from the most beautiful cock you have ever seen in your life.

Chan’s dick was curved against his hard stomach with its rosy tip leaking all over your hand, making your ministrations up and down the length that much easier. You swiped your thumb over the head, making Chan shudder.

You found yourself being pushed backwards by two hands on your shoulders; you let it happen as this angle gave you the best view of the needy boy in front of you.

Chan yanked his underwear off before he rolled the condom on and moved to hover above you. You smiled at him and rose your head up a few inches so you could peck his lips.

He nuzzled his nose into your neck, making you giggle, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing his bare chest to yours.

You felt his cock against your thigh, heavy and hard with the same need that had you dripping onto your best friend’s bedsheets.

“Do you still want me?” Chan whispered, searching your face for any sign of hesitation.

“Of course,” you replied.

He pressed his forehead against yours while he reached to position himself, pressing his body into yours until you two were closer than you ever had been before.

You felt so full with Chan inside of you that you could barely breathe; you wanted to cry when he began to pull out, not enjoying the emptiness, and you almost screamed when his hips shot forward to send his cock back into your warmth.

Chan spread your legs wide, placing his hands on either side of your waist so he could hold himself up while he pounded into you. 

You gripped his biceps, trying to ground yourself and focus on something outside of the pleasure Chan was bringing you. Each one of his thrusts sent a bolt of electricity up your spine that made you dig your nails into his skin to try and handle the feeling.

The boy above you dropped down to his forearms, bringing his face closer to yours as you panted into each other’s mouths. He had started to roll his hips into yours, grinding his lower stomach into your clit every time he moved.

Your nerves were on fire. Every speck of skin that touched Chan’s was ablaze, a fire was growing in your stomach and stretching across you and Chan, swallowing you whole.

The muscles in your thighs were flexing uncontrollably as your stomach clenched and your back arched; the release you so desperately craved was right there.

“Chan,” you cried out, unable to say much more.

He understood anyways, though, reaching between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb while his hips restarted their incessant pounding into yours.

You threw your head back in a silent scream as you came. You could only feel Chan deep inside of you as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his cock stretching and filling your walls in a way that no one else had before.

Chan thrust his cock into your heat one more time, groaning as he came, trying to get himself as deep inside you as he could.

He collapsed on top of you, your hearts pounding against each other underneath flushed and sweaty skin.

“I told you I could do it.”

You and Chan laughed as you held each other and came down from your highs.

You had never felt lighter.

[starchildwannabe]

Landing in New York

Genre: fluff

Pairing: bang chan x reader; side minlix

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: this fic is mostly just fluff but they also drink

Author’s notes: I wrote this based on a prompt generator to try to finish a full story. It’s unedited but I hope it’s not too bad! Also it’s short but I hope you like it :)

Summary: you meet Chan in New York on New Year’s Eve

2:58pm. I rub my eyes as the fatigue of 3 o’clock starts to slip in. How ironic (or cruel really) that New Years Eve was on a Thursday this year and that the deadline for this month’s project was today instead of next week. I let a slightly exhausted sigh escape from my lips as I finally look up from the computer screen.

“3 o’clock already,” a familiar voice on my left says prompting me to swivel my chair in their direction. A smile slips onto my face.

“You know what that means,” I say, holding out my hand to my lovely desk mate and exceptional best friend, Felix, who takes it without even slight hesitation.

It’d been a while since the honeymoon phase of working in a new place passed and both Felix and I started crashing around 3pm on workdays. It hadn’t been long, though, since we decided that the 3 o’clock fatigue meant stretching our legs and walking across the street to our favorite (by default) coffee shop to get a little pick me up. Today, however, I was more looking forward to the after work festivities rather than the assured line out the door of the Tom N Toms just for 3pm coffee. On December 31st in New York, everywhere was crowded no matter what time of day, and especially in Times Square from about rush hour on. So today was not a day you wanted to be stuck in the office after 5, let alone at all, but sacrifices had to be made for the dream of working and living so close to where the ball would drop at midnight.

When I step outside, already pulling my scarf tighter around my neck to escape the brisk wind and soft snow flurries, I’m surprised to see that the line hasn’t made it out the door yet and take that as a queue to get across the street as fast as possible.

“I’ll race you,” I say, giving Felix a mischievous look and a wiggly eyebrow.

“What are we, five?” He says giggling.

“No, six.” I say and take off across the crosswalk before the blinking green man changes to red. I glance over my shoulder when I get to the door of the Tom N Toms to make sure Felix actually made it across the street, and when I see him behind me, open it to reveal the warm air trapped inside the shop.

After waiting in the incredibly slow line for 10 minutes, we make it to the counter and give our order.

“You think Mr. Kim will be mad if we take a little longer than the usual 15?” I ask Felix and check my watch again as we walk toward the pick up counter to wait. Names are being called in the background, surely for other customers to get their orders, but I don’t really pay close attention because it’s too soon to be ours. I look up when Felix starts to reply, but I miss what he says because my attention is fully on a guy less than a few inches away from me holding an iced coffee in the hand closest to me and brace for impact because it’s too late to sidestep him. In less than a second I can feel coffee running down my shirt and thank God that it’s just cold and not scalding my chest instead.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” a panicked voice is saying as I awkwardly hold my shirt away from my body, “I didn’t even see you I don’t even know how that happened I’m really really sorry,” he says in a somehow even more panicked tone. I give an extremely awkward smile to try to lighten the situation and that’s when I actually take a second to look at the person frantically apologizing and all I can think is holy shit, is he beautiful.

“Ah, um, it’s okay,” is all I can manage to say because he’s shoving napkins at me. Then one of the staff with a mop is at the area where the coffee spilled and Felix is pulling me towards him and the boy is being pushed by the crowd the other way and the conversation ends before I can even ask him his name.

“Are you okay?” I hear Felix ask behind me and then the boy is gone because I turn my head to look at Felix instead.

“Yeah, I’m just a little uncomfortable, and coffee stained is all,” I make a mental note that I would probably be more upset if the person behind why I was covered in coffee was less attractive and then mentally kick myself for being shallow. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom to try to get this off, can you handle getting the drinks?”

“Yeah, dude, of course,” Felix says, and gives me a little push towards the bathrooms.

Fortunately, the rest of the hour and a half in the office passes without much problem. Unfortunately, I have to spend the rest of the afternoon and commute home with a horribly stained white button down. Fortunately, I have a coat to cover it when I go outside. Unfortunately, Felix hasn’t stopped talking about the boy that caused said stain since we made it back to the office, and as we’re walking out again at 5.

“But do you think you’ll see him again?” He’s saying for the 2nd time since I made it back from the bathroom in the Tom N Toms, “I think he was interested in you, and he was hot,” he adds and I sigh.

“I know,” I say in a pouty voice, “but like I said last time, I probably won’t. I’ve never seen him before today anyway, he could be a tourist for all we know. I mean, he did have an accent that was clearly Australian.” I look at Felix when I say the last part.

“Well I’m Australian and I live here,” he says, and adds, “I’m just saying,” when I give him a side eye.

“Well all I’m saying, is that it’s not likely.”

The conversation dwindles and then moves onto plans for that night and after about 10 minutes of walking and brainstorming the best way to get even remotely in Times Square without having to stand outside for the rest of the night the conversation somehow goes back to the coffee shop boy.

“You know, if he’s a tourist, he’s probably here for the ball drop,” Felix states. “And if he’s here for the ball drop, that means he’ll be somewhere in Times Square at midnight.”

“Who?” I ask even though I already know who he’s talking about.

“The boy.” He glances over at me and slits his eyes. “From Tom N Toms.” He deadpans.

“Felix, there’s going to be literally a million people in Times Square, maybe even more than that, we’re never going to run into him.” I sigh at the realization that we’ve been talking about someone, that I’m probably never going to see again, for the better half of the afternoon. “If we see him again, I’ll be convinced that he’s my soulmate.”

***

“I think if we leave now we’ll be able to be in the very very back,” Felix says from behind me. “And I’m sure if we squint, we’ll actually be able to see the ball drop.” I stop searching through my closet for a second to glance at Felix who’s casually sitting on my bed.

“Look it’s not my fault someone spilled coffee on my shirt.” I say and turn back to my clothes. From the other side of the wall, I could hear a slight pulsing from music that’s turned up too loud. “You’d think the owner would tell them to be careful about getting noise complaints.”

“Well it’s not like it’s illegal to rent out your place as an Airbnb anymore.”

“I mean I guess,” I glance down at my watch, “why are they even here still? If they don’t leave soon, they won’t be able to get anywhere near Times Square.”

“You’re telling me.” Felix says. I quickly grab a shirt and pull my coffee stained one over my head. Once I have the fresh one on, Felix stands and walks to the door.

“Wait,” I say and he turns his head in my direction. “Does this look okay together?”

“Yes, but I don’t see why it matters so much, your coat’s gonna be over it the whole time.” I turn my head towards my closet one last time. “Let’s just go.” Felix adds with a slight urgency in his voice.

“Okay, you’re right it doesn’t really matter.”

As I’m turning my key into the handle, I have a sudden urge to knock on the door next to mine and tell them to turn the music down, but I let it go because we’re leaving anyway and it’s their fault if they have to watch the ball drop from the very back of Times Square. I turn away from the door and give my watch one more glance as I head toward the stairs. 5:24pm. When I get the the stairs, Felix is already at the bottom of the first flight.

“We should get to the entry on 6th in less than 5 minutes, we don’t have to rush that much.” I say to his clearly urgent body language. He pauses for a second before replying and I lift my eyebrow.

“I, uh,” Felix hesitates, “kind of told someone we’d meet them at 6th at 5:30, but I didn’t think I’d mention it until we got there because I didn’t think it’d take this long to leave.” He lets the end drift off.

“Oh.” I say, “that’s fine, but like I wish you would’ve told me before. I would’ve spent less time changing.” An awkward laugh escapes, but I feel a genuine smile on my lips.

“Sorry,” he says and his hand comes up to rub the back of his head.

“Do I know them?” I ask to try to ease the tension.

“Oh, uh, yeah actually I think you’ve met one time.” Felix says and then adds, “but I don’t think you know his name.”

“And his name is—“ I say drawing out the last word.

“Minho,” I nod confirmation as he says it. “You were there, when we met.” I look at him with a confused expression. “It was a couple weeks ago at the bar,” when my expression doesn’t change he adds, “come on, you know, kinda tall, brown hair, cute nose, great laugh. I gave him my number?”

“And I was there?”

“Yes, you were there! You were literally sitting right next to me when this happened.”

“Wow, how drunk was I, jeez.” I shake my head a little and then say, “Well as long as he’s nice and doesn’t make things awkward for me, I don’t really care if I know him or not.” I chuckle and then look at Felix with pouty eyes, “but who am I supposed to kiss at midnight now?”

“Well it wouldn’t’ve been me anyway, so I guess that’s a personal problem,” he says and then gives a nice genuine laugh.

“I guess I’ll just have to go another year without a New Years kiss.” I feign despair and over exaggerate my sigh.

At exactly 5:32pm we make it to the entrance at 6th. We look around for a bit and then Felix jogs off toward someone that he recognizes. I stand awkwardly by myself as I witness their encounter, and confirm that Felix was right, he does have a cute nose. After maybe a minute, Felix turns around and walks back to me with Minho close behind.

“So this is Minho,” he says to me and I give a smile and wave to the boy standing behind him, and then he turns to Minho and adds, “she couldn’t remember you from the bar, can you believe that?” His laugh is light and fluttery, and I make a mental note to ask him about this later.

“You stole my midnight kiss,” I comment and wink at Minho and both boys’ cheeks flush pink.

“I, uh,” Minho’s voice is frantic and his eyes search Felix’s face for help.

“I’m just kidding,” I say and then laugh and pat Minho on the shoulder. I check my watch again. “I’d say we have like 20 minutes before they stop letting people in, so let’s make a quick bathroom stop and meet back here.” I say and then point toward a nearby building that I’m sure will let us in.

***

By the time the last hour of the year comes and is almost gone, and the sun has been gone for over 6 hours, the only thing that’s keeping me alive and not freezing to death in the brisk wind, is the sheer amount of people that are in Times Square (and also the alcohol that’s in my system from the very kind and very sneaky people standing next to us). Of course, Felix and I had forgotten to hide any booze in our coats before we left since we were rushed and now that I’m a little bit more than slightly intoxicated, I’m glad that we didn’t. I’m overly grateful for the people next to us, because they made the time pass while Felix was busy flirting with Minho next to him. Around 10 minutes before midnight, I could hear some commotion going on somewhere in the crowd in front of me, and then saw a small group of people making their way to the back of the crowd. As they passed by us, the people next to me said something like, “you know you can’t get out now, when it’s so close to midnight.” But they didn’t stop walking, just pointed vaguely behind us which seemed to be good enough for everyone. After that, the crowd shifted enough that Felix, Minho, and I got pushed away from the people next to us and into a new area of the crowd. I frown at the thought of not being by people I know anymore and push my coat back so I can look at my watch. 3 minutes to go. I look up at the ball on top of One Times Square and excitement floods my body. It’s almost to the bottom already.

I lean closer to Felix and Minho and ask, “Any last words before our lives change forever?”

Felix slightly rolls his eyes and then leans into Minho’s ear.

“She does this every year,” and then looks back at me and smiles and adds, “All I’m going to say is that I hope there isn’t an alien spaceship waiting for the last 3 seconds before midnight to blast us all off the earth.” Minho scrunches his eyebrows.

“He says that every year,” I say leaning toward Minho. Felix shrugs.

“It’s true though.”

“Minho?” I ask.

“Um,” he glances at Felix, “I hope that next year is at least as good as this year was.”

“Aw, wait that’s really nice, and a million times better than Felix’s” I say and clasp my hands by my chest. “I think for me, I hope that in—“ I glance at my watch again, “45 seconds I can get a New Years kiss.”

“Those are you last words of the year? Really?” Felix deadpans next to me.

“I don’t see the problem,” Minho says and shrugs.

I can hear someone around me yell “30 seconds,” and then the noise level of the crowd goes up from excitement and everyone’s eyes are glued to the ball ahead.

20 seconds. 15 seconds. 12 seconds.

At 10 seconds everyone starts to count.

9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4... 3... 2... 1...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Everyone in the crowd is shouting happy new year to the people around them and before I can even blink I’m being pulled closer to someone in front of me and they’re whispering in my ear with an extremely familiar accent, “can I kiss you,” and I’m whispering back “yes” and before I can comprehend what I’m doing, a kiss is being pressed to my lips. All I can think in the moment is what chapstick do they use? because their lips are so pillowy and smooth. When I finally open my eyes and reorient myself with my surroundings I see none other than the boy from the coffee shop standing in front of me.

“It’s you!” I blurt out before I can catch myself.

He laughs a honey sweet laugh and then says, “Chan or Chris, either is okay.” And then he smiles so wide his eyes almost disappear entirely.

“Okay, Chan or Chris, why? How? What? I’m so confused.” I say.

“Clearly,” the honey sweet laugh comes again. “Just call me Chan,” he says and glances at Felix and Minho giving them a little nod. I look at Felix when he does this and notice that his mouth is hanging open and let out a chuckle at the sight.

He grabs my arm and pulls me towards him and then says loud enough for only me to hear, “so you meet again, it must be fate.” I roll my eyes and then he lets my arm go and holds his hand out in front of Chan and says, “I’m Felix, we met earlier but you were in a bit of a rush, I’m assuming.”

“Ah, yeah sorry about that,” Chan says, he grabs Felix’s hand and lets his sunny smile cross his expression once more. “I’m glad we met again,” he turns to me when he says this, “it was really getting under my skin that I didn’t get to apologize to you properly.” An awkward chuckle escapes his lips.

“Oh, no, no it’s no big deal at all,” I say more rushed than I intend, “I’m sure you were busy, with it being New Year’s Eve and all,” I give him a little wink and his smile grows even bigger. “Plus I can kind of tell that you’re not from here,” he looks at me with a confused expression, “I mean your accent is obviously not American.” I say with a laugh.

“Looks like you caught me,” he laughs and puts his hands up by his shoulders. Before he can say anything else, though, one of his friends is leaning into his ear and whispering something to him. I try to catch what they’re saying but it’s too loud around me to hear. At this point the crowd has dispersed into a much less dense one and there’s enough room around to move freely. I glance over at Felix and at the same time feel a slight brush at my hand before it’s grasped by someone else’s. I look up and Chan’s attention has fully returned to me.

“We’re gonna head back to our Airbnb now, but I’m wondering if you want to come?” He asks with a smile plastered to his face.

I look back at Felix to see his reaction and then say, “I want to, but I would feel better if my friends could come too?” Felix is nodding behind me and Chan slips a quick glance to them before turning back to me and smiling again.

“Yeah, of course, the more the merrier!” He says. The friend that whispered into his ear before taps his arm and gives a little jerk of his head when Chan looks over. He starts to lead us through the still thinning crowd to the entrance, and I notice that Chan hasn’t let go of my hand since he first grabbed it. When he looks back at me when we make it back to the entrance, I can feel my cheeks heating up and hope that it’s too dark to see them change color.

“So,” he starts to say, “if it’s so obvious that I’m not from around here, what’s your guess?”

“My guess?”

“Yeah,” he says, “where do you think I’m from?”

“Oh,” I pause for a moment, “well your accent is pretty similar to Felix’s, so I’m guessing Australia?”

“You’re pretty clever,” he says in return, “I don’t think I could ever get used to it being cold in December though.”

“Really? Then why come to New York during the coldest time of the year?”

“Well, it’s on everyone’s bucket list isn’t it?” He says and then adds, “to come to New York for New Year’s Eve.”

“Yeah I guess so, but I don’t really see the big deal. You can’t even go to the bathroom once you’re in the barricades.”

“Yeah I know,” Chan says with a sort of defeated tone in his voice, “I wish someone would’ve told me that before we got inside.” He trails the end with a laugh.

As we round the next corner, snow starts to lightly fall from the sky. Chan’s friends in front of us start to murmur to each other like kids seeing snow for the first time and I let out a small giggle at that. After about a minute or so the road goes back to the calmer atmosphere it had before, and I realize that we’re walking directly toward my apartment. I give Felix a quick glance to see if he’s noticed it too, and when our eyes meet he lifts his eyebrow at me.  I shrug as if to say what’re the odds and then turn back to Chan who’s telling me that if he were in Australia today, he’d be wearing shorts and flip flops with a zero percent chance of snow in the forecast. Then he’s telling me about how he would probably be swimming too and I can’t help but wish I was somewhere warm while we’re walking down a freshly snow covered street.

“You know, I live really close to here,” I say at a break in the conversation.

“What? Really?” Surprise crosses Chan’s face.

“Yeah, actually it’s only like a minute away.” I say and then hear someone ahead of me say  “We’re almost there!” in a bright tone. I lift my eyebrows when we head toward my apartment building instead of turning down the street. I point ahead and then add, “that’s my apartment building.”

“No way,” Chan says as we inch closer and closer to it. “I think that’s where we’re staying.”

“Very funny,” I say.

“No, I’m serious,” I search his face to see if he’s lying, but we reach the stairs and it’s enough to know that he’s telling the truth. “What floor are you on?” He asks as we climb the first flight.

“3.” He’s silent for a moment too long so I add, “you guys aren’t on 3 also, are you?”

“Actually,” he pauses, “I think it’s 304.”

Then tension sits in the air for a moment before I say, “you should really think about playing music will less bass.” Chan gives me a confused look, “I’m in 305,” I let a smile fill my lips when I say so.

“Wow, what a coincidence.” He thinks for a second, “wait, that’s actually pretty convenient.”

“Why?”

“Because you can go home whenever you want.” We reach the 3rd floor then and the door to apartment 304 is already being opened by one of Chan’s friends. When we get into the main room, it looks the same as mine except the furniture has a vintage 70s vibe and the couch in the center of the room is an ugly green color. There are two more rooms splitting off from the main one, and after counting the number of Chan’s friends I’m assuming they’re bedrooms with more than one bed in each of them. The only light other than the dimmed overhead light is coming from different colored hexagon tiles that are hanging on the wall. Before long, there’s music bumping through the speakers on the entertainment center. Chan has to lean into my ear before saying, “pretty cool isn’t it?” because the volume is up pretty loud. After he leans away, he holds up a beer in front of me and tilts his head. I grab it from him and give a soft smile.

“Thanks,” I say and then add, “it looks nothing like mine, apart from the layout.” Chan leads me over to the couch, we sit, and cheers glasses before both taking big swings from our bottles.

2 and a half beers and 3 shots of soju in he asks, “Do you like living in New York?”

I think for a while and then say, “Yeah, I didn’t grow up here, but I always liked the idea of moving to a big city so I applied to college here and when I moved for my freshman year I just kind of never left.” I shrug and take another drink from the bottle I’m holding.

“Aw wow, it’s cool that you got to reach your goal.” I give him a slightly skeptical look.

“I wouldn’t say it was really a goal, more like an idea that I liked.”

“Yeah but it’s still cool,” he pauses, “I’m thinking about moving from Australia, but I’m not sure where I would go,” he pauses again, “just an idea I like, I guess.” He shrugs this time and I clink my almost empty bottle to his. “You know what else would be cool,” he eyes me and leans a little closer than he probably would if he was completely sober, “if you showed me your apartment.”

I let out a genuine belly laugh, “that’s what cool is to you?”

“You bet,” he pops up from the couch and throws his hand out to me.

“Alright, if you want.” I take his hand, finish the last of my beer, and place the empty bottle on the coffee table in front of me before standing up. As we walk across the room, I catch Felix’s gaze and throw up a peace sign with my free hand. He pushes himself off of the wall he’s leaning on and walks over to me.

“Heading out?” He says into my ear.

“We’re just going next door,” I chuckle, “So, yes and no.” He glances back at Minho, who gives him a bright smile when their eyes meet.

“Well if you’re gonna ditch, I think we’re gonna head out too.” Minho nods from behind him and then inches close enough to rest his head on Felix’s shoulder. I lift an eyebrow at him and he raises both of his back at me two times in quick succession.

“Text me when you get home,” I say and smile.

“Wouldn’t think not to.”

When I turn back to Chan, he’s talking to one of his friends. After 10 seconds or so he looks at me with a grin on his face and says, “ready to go?” I nod and we head to the entrance.

It takes less than a minute for us to get fully inside and situated in the apartment next door.  I flip on the lights and watch as Chan starts to wander into the living room.

“You’re right,” he says after a couple of moments of silence.

“I’m right?” I question from across the room.

“Yeah,” he turns to me, “that apartments nothing like yours.” He turns towards the doors the opposite wall. “But it feels like home.” I let out a muffled giggle and I can see his ears turning red before he whips around and adds in a rushed tone, “A home, a home, not my home, not my home at all, just a home,” my giggles escalates into a full laugh at his rambling. “Not that I don’t want it to be my home, just, uh, I’m trying to not be weird.”

“Aw really?” I say when I’ve composed myself, “I was hoping you’d move in.” I fake an exaggerated sigh and then continue laughing with Chan joining in. “You’re really cute when you’re flustered,” I say.

“Oh yeah, well,” he pauses for a moment and then says, “well, you’re just really cute.” He turns away from me and faces the doors again. “I’m gonna guess that the left one is yours.”

“Hmm, well, you would guess wrong.” I say and walk over to the door on the right side of the room. Chan gives a pouty expression and lets out a little “hmph”

“Does anyone live there?” He says pointing to the left.

“Yeah, but she’s out for the week on vacation for New Year’s Eve.” I glance over at her door and let out a little sigh. “Must be nice to have a job that lets you have the whole week off.” I push my door open and then lean on the door frame. “I do want to say, though,” Chan looks at me with a look of concern, “I don’t usually bring guys home with me the first day we meet, so—“ I let the end drop off.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting— I didn’t think we’d— uh,” Chan gives a cheeky grin, “yeah no worries.”

I walk into my bedroom and lay my keys on my dresser before sitting on the bed. Chan follows suit but spends quite a lot more time making his way to the bed because he’s preoccupied with looking around the room. When he’s finally satisfied he stops in front of my nightstand and bends halfway over to inspect the tiny cactus and succulent trio that’s in a small pot.

“These are cute,” he glances over at me and then back at the plants, “do they have names?” He asks in a genuinely curious tone.

“Oh, actually,” I pause for a moment to think, “no they don’t.”

My face falls slightly and I only notice because Chan is saying “oh no don’t worry it’s okay,” and turning his attention fully onto me and away from the succulents. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment and then he peels his eyes away and I can see his cheeks dusting pink. “How about we name them together?” He asks.

“Okay,” I say and smile. Chan plops down on the bed and then let’s out a low hmmm.

“How about, Chan,” he says.

“Oh my gosh, no.” I say laughing.

“Okay, okay, how about we name this one,” a second slips by, “Tom.”

“What? Why Tom?” I ask.

“Because that’s where we first met each other.” He says with a contagiously sunny smile.

“Oh that’s right,” I say, “it feels like that was 2 weeks ago, but it was literally,” I check my watch, 3am, “12 hours ago.”

“Wow can you believe that?” He kicks his feet up, resting his legs on my thighs, and lays down on the pillows with his arms crossed behind his head. “What if we didn’t meet again?” He lifts his head slightly to look at me.

“I don’t know,” I say and then lift Chan’s legs up and move onto the bed to lay next to him. He turns his body to face me.

“Well I’m really glad we did,” he says, his tone soft and sweet.

“Me too.” He inches a little closer to me and rests his forehead on mine.

“Can I kiss you?” I nod in response and lean into his pillowy lips for the second time that night. The kiss is soft and innocent and it feels like something out of a dream.

“I don’t want to leave,” Chan lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Then don’t,” I say and connect our lips again but this time the kiss is much more rushed and wanting, full of unspoken desire. I can feel my cheeks heating up and at the same time Chan is rolling us over so he’s embracing me. Our kiss deepens into something even more raw and I have to pull away before I can’t help myself. He peppers tiny kisses all over my face and I can’t help but giggle.

“This might be a weird question, but can I sleep here?” He asks.

“I would love that,” I say and place one more quick kiss onto his lips before pulling out of his embrace. “But if you’re going to stay I’m going to change into some pajamas.”

[relaxedreptile]

My House

Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader

A/N: This was slightly inspired by Chan’s rude cover of 2PM’s “My House” from the other day... I was considering a different setting but I thought this would be more fitting.

Hoping all is well.

-

“You look hot.”

You made eye contact with your best friend Felix in the floor-length mirror you and your roommate shared, smiling as you glanced over your body a final time.

“Can you help me decide on a pair of earrings to wear?” All of your allotted energy for fashion had been drained putting your outfit together; you couldn’t make one more decision.

When Felix stood up to walk towards your jewelry stash, you gasped dramatically, slightly scaring the poor thing.

“Forget about me, look at the legs on this one!” He was wearing a pair of tight black jeans that complimented his slender figure and making him look slightly taller than his actual 5’7” stature. A little bit of chest was exposed too, allowing for a tiny necklace to shine against his smooth skin. 

Felix brushed off your comment with a nervous laugh. You were each other’s hype-man and had been for years, but that doesn’t make accepting the compliments any easier.

“You do look really good, though. The belt was a nice touch,” you reassured him, nudging his hip with yours to bring attention to the aforementioned accessory.

He nudged you back with another laugh and started leafing through the available earrings you had brought to school. 

The two of you decided on a pair of silver hoops that you knew would cause regret in the form of tender red ears by the end of the night. Fuck it.

Both you and Felix were freshmen at your university and after spending what felt like years cramming for the final exams you had just completed today, it was a no-brainer when Jisung asked you two if you would consider coming to his frat house for a party to celebrate. The aspiring rapper was known for his crazy “gatherings” and while they may not usually be everyone’s cup of tea, a chance to unwind was desperately snatched up by anyone who was graced with an invitation.

“I still don’t understand how Jisung managed to charm his way into this frat.”

Felix shrugged. “One of the juniors heard his stuff on Soundcloud and snatched him right up apparently.”

“What?” You started walking backwards to be able to face your best friend. “Jisung never mentioned that to me.”

“I got it out of the cute guy in my French class, you know Changbin? He’s a rapper too. They’re thinking of making a rap trio for the showcase at the end of the year.”

“Who’s the third?”

“The junior. Name’s Chris or Chan or CB whatever-the-fuck… Jisung switches up constantly when talking about him.”

You turned back around, matching Felix’s pace as you trekked up the hill to the brick house. 

“Felix! Y/N! So glad you could finally make it to one of these!” Jisung greeted, making a slight jab at how unfamiliar you guys were with college nightlife.

A drink was shoved into each of your guys’ hands as if Jisung was waiting for you before you were ushered into the living room.

Purple LED lights allowed you to see the absolute chaos that was this party. Empty cups discarded on the floor, at least three couples getting acquainted against the wall, and a haze of smoke that escaped the bathroom any time the door opened. You and Felix scanned the crowd  for familiar faces, not really sure who to expect.

Your eyes fell on the guy in the corner, typing away on a laptop and seemingly supplying the huge speakers with the music that was rocking your body. His fingers bounced across his keyboard, face scrunched in what must’ve been the cutest concentrated face you had ever seen. The lights made his hair look like a bright magenta color and the silver ring curled around his bottom lip shine. 

You gulped as your eyes trailed up the rest of his arm. His white button-up was rolled up to his elbows, exposing his veins with every moment of his hands. The shirt just fit around his broad shoulders, stretching to do so in a way that left his collarbones available for your viewing. This guy’s skin was so pale that it basically blended into the fabric covering it.

His jawline was sharp, his nose strong, and his eyes were looking right into yours.

You spun around as quickly as possible to express your embarrassment to Felix only to find that your “best friend” had disappeared. You couldn’t help but smirk when you saw him practically cuddled into Changbin’s side on the couch, a muscular arm tossed around his waist. 

Betrayal forgiven.

Knowing you couldn’t turn back around but also couldn’t continue standing there alone like an idiot, you took a sip of whatever Jisung had given you and pushed through the crowd of people. You hoped this would make it harder for the super cute DJ to find you again and remind himself of your pervy moment of weakness.

Finding yourself in the kitchen that was fortunately better lit, you strolled over to the stack of pizza boxes and started to look for one that wasn’t empty yet. Before your lips could meet the slice of pepperoni you had been graced with, a body was slammed into yours and the pizza slice was barely kept off the ground.

“Shit. Sorry, Y/N!” Jisung, a pretty girl clinging onto his arm, was already halfway across the room before you could string together the perfect insult.

You leaned back into the countertop in defeat, promising to get back at your clumsy friend later.

“Y/N, was it?”

You groaned internally, ready to face some college kid who was as greasy as the pizza in your hand. Thank god you hadn’t been able to take a bite, because you definitely would’ve choked once you saw who was talking to you.

“Uh, yeah. Hi.”

The DJ from before— you know, the one whose shoulders you were staring at?—was standing right in front of you, leaning on the counter to his side.

“I saw you looking at me in the living room earlier.”

Not one for subtlety, are we? “Yeah, sorry about that. I couldn’t put a name to your face and was trying to figure you out.”

The boy shifted so his back was resting against the kitchen counter.

“I don’t think it was my face you were looking at. At least, not at first.”

Your eyes dropped down to his arms that were still exposed, completely giving yourself away.

“You’re the one in charge of the music?”

The boy’s eyebrow quirked, unsure of where this was going. He nodded.

“What’s with all the Jisung I’ve been hearing? Are you a fanboy or something?”

The boy’s eyes scrunched and his plump lips formed a smile as he laughed at your assumption. 

“Not quite. His voice isn’t the only one on these tracks.”

“I recognize Changbin’s too,” you admitted with a tilt of your head. “But the third…”

The boy stretched his arms out, a smirk on his face.

“…is you!” You finished.

You thought back to the conversation you had with Felix on the way to the party.

“You’re the guy with like… a million different names.”

Your ears were blessed with his laugh once again.

The boy stuck his hand out, “I’m Chan. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You shook his hand, a smile on your face to match his own. He squeezed your hand lightly before letting go.

The two of you found a spot on the staircase at the front of the house to chat, having to shift closer and closer together every time a couple rushed by you two to find an unoccupied room on the upper level.

“So, you run this thing? The frat?”

Chan, looking a bit shy, rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that wasn’t resting on your thigh. 

“Not really. I mean, I play a part in picking out new guys but I don’t do it alone. My dad studied here too, was a part of this frat actually,” he nodded towards a class photo to his left, “so when I got accepted… he donated this building.”

Chan looked at you like forcing those words out of his mouth was the hardest thing he’s ever done. 

“And… you’re helping pay it off by DJing at college parties?” You joked.

The boy next to you laughed, obviously relieved, and squeezed your thigh before speaking again.

“No, no… I just don’t like to waste time that I could be using to work on music. It used to be just me making shit on my computer but now that I have Changbin and Jisung by my side, I don’t want to keep them in the shadows any longer.”

Even in the dim lighting you could see how his eyes sparkled when talking about the other boys.

“They’re so passionate about it. Changbin can rap as fast as Jisung can get an entire song’s worth of lyrics on the page. I feel like an old man working next to them sometimes.”

You both cracked up at that.

After talking back and forth about your respective majors and comparing embarrassing stories of Jisung (or, J.One, as you learned from Chan). The new drink in your hand was long forgotten and still practically full, time with Chan was too precious to waste.

“You know, when I caught you looking at me a couple hours ago, I was relieved.” Chan confessed. “When you walked in the door with that guy… I basically had to peel my eyes off of you.” He glanced at your body pressed into his for emphasis.

“Do you know how hot you look right now?” He had leaned in close enough to whisper in your ear, his breath sending sparks down your spine.

His finger hooked itself in the belt loop of your jeans, teasing you with a slight tug.

Your hand came up to rest on his exposed chest. It slid from his collarbone down to the first button that wasn’t undone. 

You used the slight leverage you had on his shirt to pull him closer to you, his head still tucked into the side of your neck. With a slight turn of your head, the two of you were kissing.

Chan’s lips were twice as soft as they looked and you dropped any doubts of him being a rapper when his tongue started moving against your own. One of his hands was wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you in place as his lips slotted against your own. 

You pulled his body into yours, alternating with grips on his collar and light tugs of his curly hair to get what you needed.

Chan pulled away suddenly, lips full, hair disheveled, and shirt shifted completely out of place. In other words, anyone would be able to tell that the two of you were just making out.

“There’s a guesthouse out there,” he explained. “My room is in there since it doubles as our studio.”

He placed another quick kiss on your lips.

“What do you say? Wanna go to my house?”

You smirked, rewarding his perfect idea with a kiss of your own.

[relaxedreptile]

It’s On Me

Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader

A/N: This was loosely based on a request. I’m sorry for the large gaps between posts, I’m trying to get used to my new classes and new schedules. My schedule will semi-permanently clear up after this weekend as an ongoing project will be finished up. Please be patient!

Happy Valentine’s Day.

For the first time in two years, your alarm clock fails to wake you up.

It actually woke your roommate up instead and they, bless their soul, shook your shoulder while you were lost in your imagination, dreaming about passing grades.

You were only five minutes late to start but that screwed up the entire floor’s shower schedule and some asshole from down the hall decided to steal the last stall, leaving you to watch as the mirrors fogged up due to the shower you were not taking yourself.

That knocked you another ten minutes behind schedule.

You threw on the first set of clothes you found on the floor that you deemed clean enough, grabbed your keys and ducked out the door.

You hated yourself for it, but knew you wouldn’t regret it as you walked into the coffee shop on campus.

No matter how late you were going to be (and how embarrassing it would be to stroll into class late, coffee in hand), you knew future-you would appreciate some caffeine.

You tapped your foot in line, trying to decide what to order. You settled on a plain latte, knowing it would take less time to make than the other things on the menu.

You reached for your wallet to pull out the five dollars you would need to pay, your stomach dropping when you realized you had left it back in your dorm. 

Trying to gain the courage to walk out without ordering anything (and after sitting in line probably looking like an impatient bitch), you looked around to see if anyone was watching you.

“Good morning!”

Just your luck! You were next in line.

You stepped in front of the counter, fiddling with your fingers as you tried to make the most apologetic face you could muster. You felt extremely awkward in this situation and knew you had to make this quick to make sure you didn’t hold up the line any further. It didn’t help that the barista taking your order was extremely cute and had the most endearing dimple.

“Uh, good morning. Sorry, I must’ve left my wallet back at my dorm… I’m sorry for holding you up.”

“Don’t worry about it, that happens to everyone at least once. What can I get for you?”

You stared at the boy in front of you. Did he understand what you were saying?

“I don’t-”

“Have any money,” he finished, “I know, but that’s alright! I could never deny anyone their daily dose of caffeine.”

“Are you sure?” Accepting this offer would go against every manner in the book but your eyes were already starting to droop from drowsiness.

The barista named Chris, according to his name tag, flashed you his dimple one more time.

“It’s on me.”

With a little bit of extra leg power, you made it to class on time. Your teacher was five minutes late anyways, but that just gave you a little bit of time to enjoy your latte, your name written in neat, curvy letters on the side of the cup.

You had never really understood the hype around coffee, especially when it just meant waking up even earlier to get it. You still didn’t understand why people went out of their way to get their hands on this stuff, when seeing a barista smile was all you needed to instantly forget about your rough morning.

“You’ve never seen him around?” You asked your roommate.

“The only Chris I know on campus is blond and has no dimples in sight, maybe he uses a nickname?”

“But wouldn’t Chris be a nickname?”

Your roommate shrugged and handed you a couple of your shirts that had gotten mixed up in their clothing.

“No matter what his name is, he has to be a student here if he was working at the shop. Just keep an eye out, you’re always holed up in bed anyways.”

You scoffed but didn’t say anything, knowing they had a point.

“I saw a flyer outside of the bathrooms, some music group is performing at the coffee shop tomorrow night. It’s not a party! So you can’t give me the same excuse as always and who knows, maybe this is your chance to find your mystery boy.”

“What are the chances he’s going to have the same open mindset as you and want to check out this random group?”

“Believe it or not, Y/N, most people like trying new things in college.”

“Are you sure I look alright?”

You stared at yourself in the mirror hanging on the back of the door (technically your roommate’s), scrutinizing your outfit and pulling at the accessories you had added on to the outfit.

“You’re never this insecure about the way you look,” your roommate noticed. “Is it because you’re going to be reunited with your mystery man?” They teased.

You laughed along with them, brushing the statement off. Right now, you were just excited to spend the night with a friend. They were right about you not going out too often but you wanted to make sure you made a good first impression on your campus’ night life, especially if everyone was going to be the kind of person who listened to an amateur music group.

“What did you say the name of the group was?”

“3RACHA, I found some of their music on SoundCloud and they’re not too bad but I’m not a big fan of rap.”

“You’re telling me we’re going out to a cafe to listen to a bunch of college kids rap?”

“Technically the youngest one is still in high school.”

“You’ve really done your research,” you teased.

You dashed out of your dorm room before your roommate could throw anything at you.

The two of you had made it just in time for the lights to be lowered for dramatic effect, grabbing one of the last open tables and settling in quickly so as not to disturb the surrounding silence.

“I didn’t know they had so many fans,” said your roommate, referring to the large number of people who had come to listen.

Before you could agree, the two of you were shushed by a nearby table. 

Two short guys walked onto the makeshift stage in the back corner of the cafe, catching everyone’s attention desire their small statures. 

The shortest one had a cap pulled down so low you couldn’t even see his eyes and instead had to focus on the sharp jawline that was framed by jet black hair and shaved sides. The boy following behind him had a jawline to match, but chubby cheeks to go with it. While his looks may have contradicted it, he had a confident air about him. He shot a smirk into the crowd before he started talking and you swore you could hear someone gasp at the gesture.

“Uh… thank you all for coming out tonight! We’re 3RACHA as you can tell by all the posters,” he scratched the back of his head, “my name’s Ji-J.One and this is-”

“SpearB,” the shortest boy growled, clearly agitated by the fact that he almost didn’t get to introduce himself.

“We’ve got three new songs to show you guys and if you like them enough you can listen to them on Soundcloud! Our first song is called ‘Runner’s High’ and was produced by the one and only-”

“CB97.”

Everyone in the crowd turned their heads to watch the last boy run up onto stage, microphone in hand and dimple in full view.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, trying to get your roommate’s attention before you were shushed yet again and the music started.

The song wasn’t bad at all, kind of impressive actually considering it was made by a couple of college boys with the help of one still in high school. If you weren’t in the back of a dark cafe surrounded by what seemed to be kind of die-hard fans, you’d go on your phone right now and find a way to download it.

You didn’t catch the title of the next song but your friend next to you visibly perked up when mystery-cafe-boy shouted out some of their favorite JYP artists. You knew this detail would win their approval of “CB97”, if you ever got the balls to go up to him after this.

Thank god (and your roommate) for picking today to give you the confidence boost you needed to go out.

“Are you gonna go up and talk to him?” 

The two of you were awkwardly sitting at your table, watching as the cafe started to close up and the trio started putting away their laptop and speakers.

Your friend had to stifle a laugh when you told them how CB97 was oddly familiar and made sure to mention that you should thank them by paying for dinner tomorrow night. 

“It’s not like I know him! What do you expect me to say, ‘hey, I’m the one who you gave a coffee to for free the other day because I was dumb enough to forget my wallet’?”

Your roommate shrugged and looked over to the three boys who were obviously ready the leave. 

One second they were there sitting next to you and the next they were up on their feet heading directly for “J.One”. 

You had no time to react or ask them what the fuck they were doing and they were too far away for you to eavesdrop on as you watched them out of your peripheral vision, looking away slightly to not seem so obvious. 

You watched as the two other rappers walked over to your roommate and joined the conversation and you chose that exact moment to look directly at “SpearB” to try and read his lips, making eye contact with him. 

He smiled at you asked your roommate a question right after, causing the whole group to turn and look at you. 

You were already on your feet before your friend had a chance to wave you over. 

You were extra mindful of anything discarded on the floor that you could potentially trip on and end up making a fool of yourself. 

After introducing yourself (your eyes only flicking to Chris’ for a second) your roommate took over. 

“This one was raving at the table about your guys’ music.” 

Only internally.

“What was your favorite song?” Chris asked you. 

While your heart fluttered, your mind was clear and when you told him it was “Runner’s High” he seemed pleased with himself. 

“This was our first time performing it live, we’ve been working on it for weeks trying to perfect it,” SpearB admitted. 

“I’m glad I came out to hear the finished product.”

“This one here never gets out of the dorm, always studying or doing homework.”

“He’s the same way,” SpearB revealed, gesturing towards Chris. 

The barista-by-day, music producer-by-night looked sheepish, scratching the back of his neck. 

“If he’s not working on his own song, he’s helping us with one of our own. We probably get really annoying, actually.”

“Not at all, I like working! Music is what I love.”

“How long have you guys been doing this?” You asked. 

J.One told you it’s only been a few months since they started posting their music but that they’ve been working on it basically all their lives, even if it wasn’t necessarily together. When SpearB and Chris were placed in a dorm room together randomly and both of them needed help moving in their equipment, it was basically love at first sight. 

“We found Jisung at an open mic event one night or another and invited him into what we were trying to start up.”

“Jisung?” Your roommate was staring holes into the boy in front of them.

“At your service,” Jisung replied with his cheeks flushed pink.

“I’m Changbin and this is-”

“Chan,” he waved to your roommate before turning to you. “But we’ve already met.”

“You actually went out for once?” Jisung teased the boy. 

“Not quite, I made her a latte a few days ago.”

“Not only that, but he refused to let me pay.”

“If I remember correctly, you had forgotten your wallet.”

“This is the one?” Changbin smirked. 

“You told them about the most embarrassing moment of my life?” You played up the dramatics. 

“He practically wouldn’t shut up about how cute you were, I’m surprised he didn’t write a-”

“Jisung! Changbin! How about I help you two bring your stuff back to your dorm?”

“It’s only a couple-”

“Nonsense, see it as payment for your performance. You can tell me all about the next project you’re working on!”

Leaving you and Chris...Chan...CB97 alone in the middle of the cafe save for the lone employee screwing around in the back, your roommate took both of the other boys by the arm and dragged them outside with their things. 

“So,” you broke the silence, “how many fake names do you actually have?”

The boy in front of you laughed, a high-pitched chuckle finding itself out in the air. 

“Chris is like, my English name, it’s on my documents as a first name while Chan is written as like, a middle.”

“An English name?”

“I’m from Australia. Chan is my Korean name but I basically use them interchangeably, hence the name tag.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say after that, not wanting to make a joke about having multiple names and somehow insult him with any possible ignorance. 

“You came out of your dorm for this?”

You smiled, laughing a little to yourself at the fact that a part of you was hoping you might see your mystery boy again if you came. 

“My roommate saw a flyer and looked you guys up,” Chan grimaced. “They only had good things to say, I swear! But I wanted to see what all the fuss was about and came out too.”

Chan’s gaze fell to the floor as he fiddled with his thumbs. 

“Do you plan on going out again any time soon?”

You cocked your head to the side, kind of confused by his question. 

“Maybe, if you are, I could come along?”

You giggled at the implication, nodding and laughing again when Chan looked visibly relieved at your answer. 

“I can give you my number and we’ll find a time where we’re both free and actually willing to leave our work behind.”

“I’ll make sure to take a couple of long breaks.”

Wanna meet me after my shift and we can go out somewhere?

As long as there’s a latte ready when I get there.

Consider it done. Don’t worry about paying for this one, it’s on me.