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shaylixie · 10 months

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Going Home

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

Requested: No.

Part 2

Summary: Chan and Y/n get into a fight, causing one of them to leave.

Warnings / Contains: Language; toxic behaviour.

A/N: The way I write this shit but I'd never act like this irl lmao...I'd like to believe I'd be a lot healthier about it but hey, do it for the angst amirite? Enjoy! 💗

You come home and take your shoes off at the door of your apartment, feeling defeated after yet another shitty day at work. The past month has been hell - work has been so hectic and insane and you barely got a breather. To make things worse, Chan was having his own struggles too, and you hardly had time for each other...which you thought would have made the little time you spent together more special, but it just felt strained. It was getting late, and you desperately needed a hot bath and a meal. The first proper one of the day - that muffin from the morning did a good job sustaining you, but you really really needed something more.

You walked in to the kitchen to find Chan sitting at the table with takeout - God, you completely forgot.

"Channie, hi. Fuck! I'm so sorry, baby. Work finished later than planned and I completely forgot and...are you mad?"

He gave you a tight smile. "It's okay, y/n. I know how things are. The food is cold now though...we should warm it up."

You sighed and sat down at the table. "I feel like shit, Chan. I really am sorry. Why didn't you eat without me?"

"You know I'd never do that," Chan says. "Hey, you're here now. Let's just eat, okay?"

You have a feeling he's trying to appear less hurt than he is, but you dish out the food anyway for both of you and heat it up. You eat together in silence, trying to ignore the slight tension in the air. Afterwards, you get up to wash the dishes and Chan finally speaks up.

"How was your day?"

You can tell he's trying to ignore the tension in the room and move past it, so you do your best to do the same, while remaining as honest as possible.

You sigh. "It was shit. Again."

"I'm sorry," Chan replies.

"It's okay. Not your fault. Anyway. I'm gonna go shower, okay?"

He clears his throat. "Yeah, sure. Let me know if you need anything."

You kiss his cheek and make your way to the bathroom.

When you get into bed, Chan is turned the other way, already asleep...or so you think. You switch the bedside light off and turn to sleep too. It's silent for a while until Chan turns over and runs a hand down your side, stopping at your hip. He presses against you then, and you feel exactly why he's still awake. But after the shitty day - no, month - that you've had, you just don't have it in you. You ignore it, and act like you're asleep. Maybe not the healthiest move, but you're too exhausted to think about it too much.

"Baby?" Chan whispers. "You awake?"

"No," you reply.

He sighs then and flops onto his back, letting out a sigh of defeat. After a few moments, he shakes your arm and then turns to put his bedside light on.

"Y/n, can we talk?" he asks, tone firmer than usual.

"Can it wait?"

"No, no I don't think it can."

You sit up then.

"What going on with us?" he finally asks after weeks of wondering.

"What do you mean?" you ask, knowing but wanting him to elaborate more.

"You mean you haven't noticed? God, we haven't talked in ages. I mean a real conversation. Everything always feels like a string is about to snap...the constant tension...I can't stand it. I don't even know what's happening." It's as though a valve opened, and now everything is pouring out. "Look...you're busy, I get that. But I am too - yet I'm trying, y/n. It feels like you aren't. You come home late. You never come by me anymore...not to the studio, not to my place. It's been what, a month? Maybe more? It feels like more. We don't talk, we don't touch...when's the last time we even had sex? It's like you don't want to even touch me anymore. I don't know if I did something but I don't know what to do anymore. I'm trying...and it feels...it feels like you aren't. Like you haven't been for a while."

He waits for your response, and you feel tears pricking the back of your eyes. Which makes you frustrated...which makes you angry.

"What the fuck do you want me to do, Chris?!"

He's taken aback by your sudden burst of anger.

"I'm tired. Okay? I'm fucking exhausted. I-I don't even know what to do myself. I barely sleep. Or eat. I'm stressed all the time. I feel like I don't even have time for myself let alone you and now what, it's my fault? Fuck this."

You get up from bed and leave the room. Chan sits for a while in stunned silence. What just happened? Fuck it, he's pissed too now.

He follows after you. "Really, y/n? You're gonna take this shit out on me? I'm trying to help us - get us out of whatever the fuck you got us into - and you what, just explode on me? I'm trying to fix us!"

"And what if you can't, Chris?! What if this can't be fixed?"

He looks at you like you just cussed him in 3 different languages. "You really think that?"

"Fucking maybe!"

He laughs a humourless laugh and then shakes his head at you.

"That's all I needed to hear. Fuck this."

He grabs his keys and slips on his shoes, slamming the door behind him and leaving you alone in the dark flat, the tears finally falling down your cheeks.

It's been hours and you still can't sleep. You sob thinking about your fight with Chan; about what you said; what you insinuated. Was it really beyond fixing? You think about what Chan said. He's right...you haven't been making time for him. You haven't spoken the way you used to in what feels like a while. You haven't touched each other lovingly or sexually in a minute and you've ignored his every advance. And he had been trying...Chan was just as stressed out. His deadlines were all coming up and he was suffering with writer's block and he had an appearance soon and the Kids were behind and and and. Yet he still made time for you. Even if it was small. He still came to your place almost every night, even if it was after you fell asleep. He still made sure you ate and he checked in when he could and he always tried to act like things were okay, even if they weren't. He never wanted to add onto your stress. God. You were a dick. You don't deserve him, you think, crying harder. And the cherry on top? In a few days, you'll finally have a break. So much for that now.

It's been 3 heartaching days since the fight with Chan. You haven't spoken in that time, but you can't say it's his fault. The day after, neither of you spoke. The next day, he sent you a message. "Can we talk?" You ignored it. He called that same night, but you declined. He got the message. The third day, he called 4 times. You ignored all the calls. You knew what you had to do.

At 4am that morning, you woke up and started getting ready. You got out of the shower and dressed, hair still wet, when you heard urgent knocking at your door. You opened it, only to see Chan - bags under his slightly red, puffy eyes and hair dishevelled. Your own face probably looked the same.

"Y/n, can we talk? Please?" He paused as if finally noticing you were dressed and your hair was wet. "Where are you going?"

You sighed. "Home," you said in a small voice.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "But you're already home?"

You looked down, and then back at him.

"I mean home Chan...as in South Africa. I'm going back."

He stopped breathing. "What?"

"This isn't working out, Chan. I don't...I don't deserve you. My flight is in 2 hours. I need to get to the airport now. I'll be gone for a while but I have to come back to decide what happens next. Maybe we can talk then."

You move to close the door on him, but he stops you.

"What- You're ending things?"

Now it was your turn to be confused. "Didn't that happen 3 days ago?"

"Y/n, no. It was just a stupid fight! It doesn't mean anything. Don't do this, please. We can work things out. Cancel the flight. Please. Baby...please."

You feel your eyes sting with fresh tears, and you turn to walk to your bedroom to get your things, knowing that trying to get Chan to leave is useless. As you suspected, he follows you and stands behind you as you go to grab a jacket, ignoring your wet hair now. No point drying it while he's here...you had to get out as soon as possible. You go to grab your suitcases, trying painfully hard not to look at Chan whose face is streaked with tears too. You deposit the suitcases at your front door and slip on your shoes, making sure you have everything. Chan watches you do all this, still in shock, as though he doesn't believe any of it is real...like it's just one big nightmare.

"You have to go now, Chan," you sigh. "Or at least, I have to. I can't miss this flight. I'll see you around."

You turn to walk out the door but you stop when you feel his hands wrap around your calves. Looking down, Chan is on his knees, the same way he's been so many times before for you, but so so different now.

"Please," he croaks. He's sobbing now, and he drops his head against your leg. "I'll do anything. Please just don't go. You want me to beg? I'll beg! Please, y/n. I'll make things right...I'll fix this. I'll fix us. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fuck things up between us...I'm so so sorry, baby. I love you so much...please, please...please, baby. Please."

You're sobbing too now. You kneel down, facing him, and take his face in your hands, wiping his tears. In between shuddering breaths, you say, "That's the thing, Chan. You don't have to fix anything. You weren't the one that broke it...that was all me. I don't deserve you, Channie. Maybe I did once, but not anymore. You deserve someone better." You cry harder at the thought of him with someone else. Composing yourself enough to talk, you add, "You deserve someone who can love you where I failed to...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby." You kiss his forehead.

"That's bullshit, y/n! I know you love me. And it's enough! It's enough for me. Look, a lot of shit has just been happening to us but we can fix it. Okay? Just give us a chance. Fuck anyone else - I don't want anyone else. I want YOU! You're all I've ever wanted and I'll never-" He breaks down sobbing again. "I'll never want anyone besides you. You hear me? Stay. Stay for me, baby. Please."

You both break down even more then, foreheads against each other. You stay like that for a while before you glimpse the time. You still had to drive to the airport and check in your luggage and board and-. You had to leave. You move to stand, pulling Chan up with you. You hug him, and eventually force yourself to let go.

"If it's meant to be...it'll be. Yeah?" you say.

Chan just sniffs in response, fresh tears brewing.

"I'll see you when I get back and then...well, we can see from there. Okay?"

"So it's not over?" he asks.

You kiss his cheek and hand him your key. "Lock up for me?"

You grab your suitcases and make your way to the car, leaving a heartbroken, devastated Chan behind.

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emeraldelysian · 11 months

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Bang Chan ✧ Late Nights

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Genre: Fluff

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

Wordcount: 700+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bang Chan nodded happily, taking your hand in his.

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

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jenli-leleesss · 11 months

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♡ ─ texting with best friend minho

⌕ request ⌕ stray kids masterlist

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

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thr3esir4cha · 27 days

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

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

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naehna99 · 4 months

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In The Unknown

Chapter 1 - New Employee?

Masterlist Next

#skz #stray kids #stray kids smau #skz smau #stray kids fake text #skz fake text #stray kids text #skz text #han jisung x reader #male reader

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thefantasyden · 2 months

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OT8 Stray Kids sending you horny rants while you're out (fake text)

Ooft this had me sweating. No warnings I can think of? Raunchy as fuck obviously.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #lee know smut #chan smut #changbin smut #felix smut #i.n smut #jeongin smut #seungmin smut #jisung smut #han smut #chris bang smut #hyunjin smut #minho smut #stray kids text #thefantasyden

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cinnamostar · 4 months

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skz random texts 2 !

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

based off random ss ive seen on twitter lmfao

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

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

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lixie-phoria · 1 year

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

pairing : chan x gn reader

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

genre : fluff !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They liked the post!"

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

©lixie-phoria, 2023.

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skzfairyyydreamz · 4 months

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Arguments w/Bf!Skz ❤️‍🩹

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

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

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

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

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

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

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shaylixie · 10 months

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Coming Home

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre: Angst. Fluff. Smut.

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

Requested: No.

Part 1

Summary: Now in South Africa after the fight, you get an unexpected visitor.

Warnings / Contains: Language; smut. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Looks like this fic may end up having several parts...☺️ As always, enjoy! Feedback welcomed.🤍

It's been a few days and you're finally settled in at home in your house that you never sold. Your mom has been staying with you, nursing you while you deal with your heartbreak. It's a heartbreak of her own too - even though she only met Chan twice, she loved him. Truly adored him. They called every week and spoke almost as much as you did.

You had only exchanged one message with Chan.

- "I love you, y/n."

- "I'll always love you, Christopher."

- "Come home to me?"

You could picture his pleading eyes...his gentle voice that he always used for you.

You didn't reply.

Now sitting on the couch, your phone forgotten in your room, you cried on your mom's shoulder. There was a knock on the door and your best friend came in with packets of God knows what and a whole lot of love. You had a mutually tearful and bittersweet reunion and then you switched to crying on her shoulder, recounting everything. She held you and soothed you and your mom looked upon her gratefully. They had always been close too. Eventually, you stopped crying and your friend accompanied you to the bathroom where you washed your face and tried to freshen up.

"Hey, I brought your favourite snacks and drinks. That hill we always used to go to as teens...it's still our spot, huh? Let's go. It'll be fun! You need some fresh air, babe."

You agreed reluctantly and kissed your mom goodbye. Getting into the car, your friend put on all your favourite music, which cheered you up just a little. You recounted all the stories from your years together as your drove until you were genuinely laughing. You felt lighter already, and you were grateful for your friend next to you. God, how you missed her. You went on to have what you didn't realise at the time was one of the most healing, memorable times with your best friend whom you adored.

When you came back home, there were three things you didn't expect. Your best friend about to throw her shoe; your mom looking guilty but happy; and Chan. In your house. In South Africa. And not in South Korea. But here. In South Africa. Where you live.

If you weren't frozen in place, you would have turned around and walked out - not because you were upset at seeing him, but just because you were so shocked, you didn't know what to do. But instead, that shock kept you rooted in place, staring at him. It's only when your mom shouted your best friend's name, followed by a "NO, DON'T!!" did you realise what was happening. You unfrozen just in time to see your best friend's shoe sail past Chan, who dodged it just in time. She stepped forward ready to do...something, and you held her back.

"Y/b/f/n, it's okay. It's not his fault. It's okay."

You stepped in front of her and then walked slowly towards Chan, as if not believing he's actually there.

"I'm so sorry...I can explain..." says Chan, looking sheepily between you and your best friend.

"You better," she replied. "But I don't want to hear it. Tell y/n."

She turned towards your mother and put her arm around her shoulders, guiding her out of the room doing a subtle, awkward hop without her right shoe. It was now just you and Chan.

"What are you...how are you here? How did you even-...I never told you-" you start.

"Shhh, shhh," Chan cooes, stepping towards you and cradling your head. You don't stop him. "I called your mom...told her I'm booking a ticket to see you and I'm not taking no for an answer. We spoke for a while and then she gave me this address. I had to see you, y/n."

"Why?" you ask, tears pricking the back of your eyes.

"Because I can't live without you. Because I'd rather travel 17 hours to see you be upset with me than live another second without you. I don't care what you say, y/n...whether you believe you "deserve me" or not...I'm here because I love you. I'm in love with you. And yeah, shit hasn't been great between us lately, and we're both at fault for that - but I want to fix it, and I know you do too. You're pushing me away because you think you don't deserve me for whatever reason, but it's not gonna work. I see right through you. I know you love me, whether you want to or not."

"But I don't deserve you, Chris," the tears falling down your cheek as you step back to look at him. "I said some horrible things. You're so good to me...so so good to me. And I was a total bitch. I took my anger and frustration and exhaustion out on you and...and "I'm sorry" will never be enough. You deserve to be treated completely opposite to how I treated you...it wasn't fair on you. It'll never be okay."

"So you'd treat me like that again?" he asks.

"What? No! Never again! I'll never make that mistake again," you say earnestly.

"Exactly my point. You know you made a mistake and you don't plan on repeating it. And so did I. Fuck, y/n. I wasn't any better myself. We were both toxic in that moment...but we can be better. Together. I'm willing to try if you are...and there's no one else I'd rather try with. This is our first big fight...and hopefully our last if we can help it. In a way, it's good, because now we know what boundaries we need and where we went wrong. We can heal together. That's what relationships are for, right? We might make mistakes but as long as they're not detrimental to us and we can learn and grow together, then we should. You feel like a monster rn...I know because so do I. But...but we don't have to stay monsters. We can heal. Together. If you'll have me..."

He steps towards you, as if in invitation, and you can't help it any longer. Chan's words shift something in you. You knew you could never live without him either, no matter how hard you'd try. You know that you never wanted to leave him in the first place. And you know that, if he's willing to give you a chance after all that, you're willing to make it up to him - to treat him better than you ever had before and to become someone who does deserve him, who is worthy of him, because you refuse to see him with anyone that isn't you. You refuse to let this beautiful, perfect man go. You crash into him and hold him against you, not planning to let go. This is where you belong. Whether on one continent or another, you belong with Chan. And he belongs with you. He lifts you up and holds you against him, your legs wrapped against his waist and your head on his shoulder, tears soaking his shirt. You feel his own tears fall onto you, and the two of you stay holding each other.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," you say softly. "And for raising my voice at you like that...I promise to never do it again. Not if it's in anger. I'll speak to you with respect, no matter what. Because I respect you, Chan. And I'm sorry for not acting like it before."

He smiles against you. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you too, y/n. And for swearing at you. I promise to never shout at you and swear at you in anger ever again, no matter how mad I get. Okay, sweetheart? I'm sorry."

You squeeze him for a second. "I forgive you. I'm sorry too. So so sorry, Chris."

"I forgive you, baby."

You chuckle then. "Boundaries, right?"

He laughs into your shoulder. "See? We're doing a good job already."

From the other side of the door, you hear a pair of sniffs. Rolling your eyes as Chan laughs and puts you down, you call out, "You can come in now!"

Your mom and best friend stumble in, not bothering to hide their tears.

"So much for privacy huh?" you giggle.

"We weren't eavesdropping at first, but..." your best friend starts.

"-it's not our fault you two speak so loud!" your mother finishes. "Come here, my son!" she calls out to Chan before swallowing him in her embrace.

Your best friend pulls you into an embrace of her own and then wipes your cheeks as you do the same for her. She sighs. "Guess I have to apologise now." You can't help but bark out a laugh.

She turns to Chan. "Chan...I'm sorry for throwing my shoe at you. I was just really mad that you hurt my best friend. I'm also sorry it missed...I think it would have made a funny story if you did get hit by it- Ow!" she yelps as you elbow her playfully. She sighs again. "No but really, I am sorry. I threw it without even thinking about how you travelled all the way here just for her...I just saw you and got mad. I'm sorry. I hope we can start off on a better note from now?"

Chan can't help but laugh before he pulls your best friend into a hug. "It's okay. I'm glad my girl has someone like you looking out for her, throwing shoes and all. And I deserved it, to be honest. I'm also sorry it missed."

"Chan!" you shout. "I mean...Chan!" you whisper-shout. "Don't say that."

He laughs at your poor yet playful attempt to conform to the new boundary, and walks to pick up your friend's shoe for her. "Here. Allow me."

He slips it onto her foot and she looks at you, fighting a grin. "Maybe he is a keeper..."

You all laugh, and your mother holds Chan once more, making your heart swell at your little family.

That evening, you all dined together and then hugged your mom and your best friend goodbye. You turned to look at Chan then...really look at him. You held his waist as you admired his strong nose ridge, his full lips and his tired eyes, the puffiness of it from all the crying you both did. But standing here in your kitchen, in your house here in your home country, he looked as handsome as ever. Had he gotten even more handsome? You couldn't tell. Chan's ears were turning red now.

"What?"

"Nothing," you giggled. "May I kiss you?"

It was Chan's turn to giggle.

"You may, my lady."

You pressed your lips against his, and he returned the favour. You savoured the feeling of his soft, plump, lips moving smoothly against yours. You couldn't help it. You let out a soft moan, making Chan smile against you.

"God, I missed this," he whispers. "I missed you. So much. I missed making you moan like this."

"Mhm? Like what, Chan?"

"Like this, baby."

He kissed you again, more deliberately this time. His lips moved in time with yours, and he sucked your bottom lip for a second, asking for entry. You submitted. He slipped the tip of his tongue in your mouth, stealing a quick taste. At the feel of your tongue against his, he pulled you stark against him, and then manoeuvred his tongue in deeper, fully tasting you now. His tongue moved softly, deftly, agonisingly against yours. He twisted it around your own, and you followed him before he moved to suck on your lip, biting it softly, making you moan that sweet moan that he loves so much. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss.

"Mmmm, like that," he said, his voice softer and thicker now.

You gazed at him for a long second and the ran your hands through his messy curls, down his face to his neck. You leaned against him as you tip toed to press soft kisses to his neck, letting them become progressively sloppier as you went down. You fumbled with the edge of his shirt, and he pulled it off within seconds. You continued kissing and sucking and licking a trail until you were on your knees before him. Your fingers went to the drawstrings of his sweatpants and undid them, but before you pulled his pants down, you looked up at him.

"Can I make it up to you, baby? Or at least start? Promise I'll make you feel good. Promise I'll show you how sorry I am..."

"Fuck," he breathed out. He gathered your hair in a messy pony tail and then said, "Yes, princess."

You pulled his sweats and his boxers down then and watched as his painfully hard cock sprung free. You kitten licked his pre cum once as he threw his head back, shutting his eyes. You kissed his red, swollen tip then and looked at him, his eyes still squeezed shut. Kissing down his long, thick length, you gently grabbed his balls and began massaging them.

"Y/n, please," Chan moaned.

You licked from the bottom of his cock to the tip, where more pre cum pooled. "I know, Channie, I know." You took him as far as you could into your throat then and stayed there for a few seconds, gagging. Chris moaned and you started moving then, bobbing your head up and down and pumping your fist over what your mouth couldn't reach. You found your rhythm and started moving in a way that made Chan grip the counter behind him, moaning your name.

"That's it, baby girl. Just like that. Ahhh- fuck...I'm...I'm not gonna last long-"

You pulled back and continued pumping his length with your hands. "You wanna cum in my mouth, Channie?" You licked his tip again, tongue tracing his slit. He shivered and cursed.

"Fuck, please y/n. Please, baby."

You buried his cock in your throat again then, sucking him and coating the throbbing cock in your spit. Chan couldn't hold it back anymore. He pushed your head gently as far against his pelvis as you could manage and came, spilling himself down your throat. You swallowed every bit of it and licked your lips, breathing in his delicious musk. Chan slumped against the counter after helping you to your feet.

"That was...that was...shit. It was amazing, baby. You're amazing," he panted out.

You leaned in to kiss him, and he groaned as he tasted himself on your tongue. Once he recovered, he stepped towards you and pulled off your own top, pleased to see no bra. He tugged on one nipple with his teeth before licking it and blowing on it. You moaned his name, and begged him to kiss you. He obliged as his hands moved to your waistband, taking your own pants off. Leaving you in only your panties, Chan picked you up and lifted you over his shoulder, causing you to squeal. He slapped your ass, grinning, and then walked into your bedroom, dropping you excitedly on the bed, hard again at the thought of all he's going to do to you tonight.

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skzava-cado · 10 months

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Harmonious Destiny

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ genre ➛ fluff, some angst, normal skz talk

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing ➛ bang chan x afab!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ synopsis ➛ being Lee Know’s sister was never easy, especially when you’re in love with his leader, Bang Chan. Becoming fast friends was easy, but will it still be simple when keeping your love from him hidden?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings ➛ slight angst!! cursing, teasing, slight suggestiveness if you squint, appearances from JYP idols, major fluff, Minho as a brother

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count ➛9.1k

(A/n - This is my first story! Took me awhile but here it is. Know, just black is someone one texting but blue is Y/N texting back. If it is bolded, that is someone talking over the phone. Enjoy! Main Masterlist)

Bang Chan. How can a human be so perfect? He is caring, always protecting his members from uncomfortable situations. He’s sweet, always remembering the tiny things about somebody. But he’s so much more than anything that can be explained by words. The only words that come to mind are my Brother’s Best Friend.

I’m irrevocably, and impossibly in love with my brother’s best friend. Ever since my older brother, Lee Know, got invited to join a group, Stray Kids, Bang Chan has become a part of my life.

Every day, he comes pounding at the door loudly complaining if he has to be up to practice that Lee Know should be, too. And every day, like clockwork, I’m the one to open the door, smiling up at the pouting face of Bang Chan.

I don’t know when it started. Me being in love with him. It may have been the way he remembers my favorite drink or reminds me to finish my laundry on top of the dryer. All I know for certain is that every time I see him, my heart beats a little faster, my ears start burning, and my smile never falls. Of course, until today.

It’s like any other day, I wake up at the butt crack of dawn to cut some fruits and blend them in a blender. I made a special blend with watermelon for Lee Know, knowing he’d yell at me for not having strawberries right now. I make an egg sandwich, knowing a certain someone didn’t eat last night and probably stayed up perfecting something that’s already perfect. I sigh, thinking about how lucky I got with the people surrounding me.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“YAHHH~” I scream, turning around and flinging my shoulder back, prepared to hit someone with my spatula. Realizing it’s Minho, I immediately let out a breath, letting my arm hang down at my side. I close my eyes catching my breath, resting my free hand on my chest. When I calm down, I open my eyes and see he’s trying to hold in his laugh while cuddling Soonie in his chest. “Hey hey hey, no laughing at the victim! How would you like it if I snuck up on you dancing with Soonie and ask what you’re doing huh?!”

Minho let out a gasp, slowly bringing his hand down to pet the said cat in his arms. “Y/Naaah how could you say that about such a precious moment! Shame on you and your family!” he says, giving me the death stare.

“Hey, dumbass, forget that you’re my family?”

“No, but I’d like to forget the fact that you would ever ruin such a beautiful moment with father and son. Which also means I forget you’re my sister,” he huffs, stopping his pets to move the cat headband higher on his forehead.

At this, I can’t help but let out a chuckle, laughing at how ridiculous he looks. “Well genius, if you’re not my brother, I guess I can drink this smoothie by mysel-”

Before I can finish I have a cat over my shoulder and a psycho behind me, gulping down the smoothie faster than you can say “ice cream”. Slowly, putting the cat down, I turn around, raise my hand, and bring down my spatula on the mint-colored t-shirt protecting my brother’s back.

Minho drops his shoulders, puts the drink down, and turns to look at me. “I-,” Before he can even speak I throw the spatula at him and run out of the kitchen, slightly sliding due to the slippers I put on. I hear loud footsteps coming out of the kitchen, causing me to let out a high-pitched laugh. Before I can get far, I feel an object on my back, causing me to slide into the couch. I catch myself before I can fully fall, looking back at my one and only brother laughing against the wall, holding his stomach as his hair falls in front of his eyes. I lightly smile before shaking my head to snap out of it. No way I’m letting him win this time.

I look down at the floor seeing his headband from earlier. Wow, for being such a terrible shot at archery, he did have good aim. Without a moment to spare, I walk to the headband, ready to fight back. Once I get there, I get into my position. One arm back, one finger on the front, close one eye, aim, and fir-

“Hey, my favorite siblings! I thought I’d be nice and-,” The voice quickly drops from an impact on his chest. Horrified, I ran past my brother, lightly pushing him against the wall, and went immediately to apologize.

“Channie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there,” I say, as I quickly pick up the headband and puff out my cheeks to help with the burning I feel.

He chuckles, grabbing one of my hands and rubbing circles on it before putting something in the palm of my hand. “Even if you hit me with a cat, if it comes from you it never hurts.” Once he’s done, he winks at me, making my ears burn remembering the time I actually DID throw a cat at him. “But hey, good morning, I brought something for you guys!”

I look down, examining the object in my hand. It was a ring. It was silver, with little tourmaline birthstones across the sides. I stare at it, not knowing what to say.

“Look, I know it’s not the most amazing thing, but I saw it while walking home last night and I couldn’t help but think about how pretty it would be on you.” I see a slight glint in his eyes, both of anticipation and hopefulness.

I put the ring on my finger, shivering from the cold silver against my skin. I see the gems shimmer, making it all so much harder to keep my tears in. I whisper, “Thank you, so so much”. I go to hug him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He engulfs me in his warm embrace, so close I can hear his heart.

“Ummm, sorry to cut the moment but Lee Know the best sibling is waiting for his gift”. I laugh, pulling back so I can see my brother's face. He looks slightly agitated, squinting his eyes at us. “Now I’d appreciate it if you let go of my sister.”

Chan immediately let's go, putting his right hand in his pocket like he’s grabbing something. With a little hiss, Chan pulls out his hand, showing Minho a bracelet with encrusted words that I couldn’t quite see. Minho, surprised, grabs the bracelet, looks at the words, and lets out a tiny gasp. He looks up, speechless, and hugs Bang Chan.

“Oh my god, thank you so much hyung, this means so much to me”.

I try to see the bracelet, but Minho quickly puts it in his pocket, wiping his tears and putting on his resting bitch face. I stick out my tongue, getting one right back. Right as I was about to speak, I saw a little gray cloud come out of the kitchen. My eyes widened, and I quickly slid past the two men in the kitchen to see what happened.

There, in a tiny flame, was the egg sandwich I just so happened to forget about. I run to the oven, turning it off and slightly fanning the burnt piece of food with my hand. I hear coughing behind me which makes me fan it faster. Once the smoke is mostly clear I pick up the spatula that was laying in the middle of the ground.

I turn around, only to find Chan and Minho standing there, trying to hold back their laughter. I give them a playful glare and shake my head, trying to salvage what’s left of the sandwich.

“Alright, alright, laugh it up,” I say, a smirk forming on my lips. “But just remember, I’m the one who makes your favorite smoothies and cooks for you guys.”

Chan steps forward, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re right, Y/N. We’re fortunate to have you taking care of us.”

Minho nods in agreement, his laughter subsiding. “Yes, you’re so amazing that all you have to do for me is burn down my whole house and everything in it to make me love you,” he rolls his eyes as he backs up almost completely out of the kitchen. “I’m kidding mostly by the way, but seriously you burn my cats I burn your face.”

Chan clears his throat, trying to mask the smile I know he has on. “Well, in that case, I think you better get dressed or I’m leaving your ass here with your sister,” he says, raising an eyebrow up at my brother.

Minho immediately bows, then rises up with his hand on his forehand. “Sir, yes sir.” He walks out of the room, leaving Chan and me in the kitchen alone.

“I’m sorry this morning was a mess. I hit you with a headband, I burned your egg sandwich, then you have to deal with my brother.”

“Hey, shhh, don’t you dare say anything like that,” he grabs my shoulders and starts rubbing his thumbs up and down. “Thank you for thinking of me, it’s really the thought that counts. Your thoughtfulness is enough to keep a starving man going for another day, yeah? So don’t fret. How about I treat us to dinner tonight, just you and I, hmm? Does that sound alright?”

I look up at him, trying to see if he’s joking or not. By the way he’s furrowing his brows, I know he means it. I give a small smile and lightly nod my head. The smile he gives me is enough to make my head spin.

“Alright then, 6:30, sharp, be ready. I’ll pick you up here.”

“Perfect!”

As Chan lets go of my shoulders, he slides his right hand down my left arm, stopping at my hand to twirl the ring he got me around my finger. Right as he stops, Minho comes in.

“Let’s go, I have to get out of here before my hair starts smelling like burnt eggs”.

Chan gives me a small smile and heads toward the door. “Fine then, let’s get you to the car”. Lee Know sighs and claps his hands together as a thank you. Chan turns towards me again as my brother walks out the door, “Don’t forget, I’ll be looking forward to tonight!”

I slightly nod and smile to hide the redness rising up to my cheeks. He walks out the door, gently closing it. I turn to look at the mess I made, letting out a sigh and getting to work to clean it up.

»»------( Time Skip )------»»

After I cleaned my mess, fixed up the house, and went shopping, I got a text from Minho. I open my phone to see what he’s bothering me about, curious as he normally doesn’t text when he’s at practice.

I go into Minho’s room and find the laptop sitting on his desk. I grab it, walking to my room to grab my shoes and a hat to cover my face. Even though I’m not an idol myself, I do get recognized in public for being Lee Know’s sister. I get my shoes on, carrying the laptop and car keys in one hand and a tiny purse in the other.

»»------( Time Skip to JYP Building )------»»

I finally made it to the building, parking my car right outside. I walk up to the front, using the ID badge I have since I’m always here. I say hi to the receptionist and walk to the elevators. I nod at some people I know, quickly chatting on the way up to the dance floor level. As I get there, I bow goodbye and start walking towards the rooms. Now, I don’t know which one they are at, I should have asked. Shoot. I guess I’ll just check the rooms until I find them.

I walk to the first one, nothing but a dark room with a corner light on. Definitely not in here.

I turn around and walk to the one directly across from where I am. There, I found a disturbing sight. JYP dancing to “When We Disco”. I cover my mouth to prevent the puke from coming out. Walking away, I go to the next one. I find Chan there, his back towards me. I go to walk in, thinking this is the dance room they’re in, maybe they’re just on break. I open the door and open my mouth to say hi. I close it as soon as I hear Chan start talking.

“Sana, stop. This isn’t right, I hate that I have to hide this.”

“Chan, it’s okay. We can go in together and tell them if you want to. Your group will respond well, I’m sure. I mean, they kind of already know.” Sana goes to grab Chan’s hand, rubbing smalls circles on his palm just like he did with me this morning,

I try to stay quiet, holding my breath.

“Sana, it's so difficult hiding this. My true feelings. It’s just so exhausting,” Chan says, dropping his head.

Sana grabs his chin and pulls his face close to hers. “I know it’s difficult. Let’s take a minute here and then we can go in and tell them. Together, okay?”

“Together.”

My heart stopped, my eyes started burning, my body started going numb. Is he really with Sana? Before I can overthink too much I close the door and walk to the last room the group would be in. But my mind couldn’t stop racing.

Chan and Sana? Is this real? Are all those rumors true? Wait, if it’s true, why would Chan ask me to dinner? Why wouldn’t he tell me before I completely fell for him?

I didn’t realize I made it to the room until I heard a familiar voice. It seemed so distant as I lifted my head, the body blurry from the tears in my eyes.

“Y/N, hey! Lee Know said you’d be here!” Felix walks up to me, with his smile as bright as ever. I look down, not wanting him to see me like this.

“Umm, hey Felix. Could you hand this to Lee Know? I have some stuff to do right now so, umm, I got to go,” I mumble as I push the laptop into his chest.

“Wha- Y/N? Is everything okay? The guys are actually waiting for you, you know how they get when you’re here,” he lightly breaths out.

“Yea- yeah, I’m fine. Tell them I’m sorry and I’ll come to see them another time. Bye!” Before he could respond I spun around and walked back to the elevators. I hit the button a few times, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. The more I stay here the more the walls seem to get closer and closer.

The elevator was taking too long so I ended up taking the stairs. I couldn’t have run any faster. I speed-walked past the receptionist, giving a brief bow as I shuffled out of the building's doors.

As soon as I’m outside I take deep breaths, the tears coming in full force. I keep my head down, walking towards my car. As soon as I get in I can’t contain my sobs anymore. All this time, all the teasing and taking care of each other, all the deep conversations and longing looks, everything was just because I was his best friend's sister?

I need to get home. I can’t be near him, I can’t think about him, it hurts too much.

I drive home, wiping my face every few minutes from the non-stop tears. As soon as I’m home I unlock the door and run to my room, crying so hard my ears start ringing. I go to lie down on my bed, settling into the heartbreak that was just bound to come.

»»------( Bang Chan’s POV --- Earlier this morning )------»»

I finally did it. I asked Y/N out! Well, I guess I didn’t fully ask her out on a date, but we’re going out, just the 2 of us! I’m so unbelievably happy, even thinking about her is making me smile like a kid in a candy shop.

As I was waiting for Lee Know to get buckled in my car, I couldn’t stop my heart from beating, anticipating tonight. God, the things this girl does to me. I must have been lost in thought, as I feel a hard shove in my shoulder.

“Hyung, what’s up with you? You’ve been staring at your hands for a good 3 minutes” Lee Know says while side-eyeing me.

I laugh a little, starting the engine and driving away. “It’s nothing, it’s nothing, I’ll tell you later.”

“Well if you say so.”

The whole ride we goof around, teasing each other right up until we get to practice. As we’re setting our stuff up in the studio, I overhear Changbin and Han talking.

“How can you just love anyone? I have to know them before I can actually fall in love,” Han says rather loudly.

“I’m a romantic, if someone likes me and shows as much interest as I do in them, I’m not gonna stop spoiling her until she’s sick of me. Let it be someone I meet today, or in 10 years,” Changbin quickly counters,

“Okay, but you’re going to go into love blindly? Without knowing anything?”

“Yeah, love is love, anyone could love anyone.”

Lee Know butts in, sick of them talking in front of him. “What is up with you guys and love? You should focus more on your dancing than on your non-existent love life.”

“It wouldn’t be non-existent if you just let Y/N date me,” Han counters back, crossing his arms.

“I have said it before, and I will say it again. Y/N is off-limits. You dumbasses can’t be calm for 2 minutes let alone take care of someone like my precious Y/N. I don’t care if she knows you or you know her. That’s a big no. Yes, she can make her own choices, but I’d prefer if she had someone who is stable in life and can make her feel like the princess she is, okay?”

As I listen, I can’t help but feel the drop in my stomach. I’m stable, yes, but I’m busy all the time. How can I make her feel like a princess? She’s the best thing that has happened to me, but how long could that last if we ever dated each other? Tonight I didn’t think about it, I just asked her without thinking. What if I’m not okay? But, worst of all, what if Lee Know doesn’t approve?

Suddenly everything goes cold, so I divert the conversation to starting vocals. “Okay guys, enough with the love advice, let’s get started.”

»»------( Time Skip )------»»

As soon as we’re done in the studio, I tell everyone they can take a break. We all pack into the dance room we’ll be using for practice, setting up before we fully relax for a bit. As we’re unpacking Lee Know loudly groans, catching the attention of the other members.

“What’s wrong hyung?” Hyunjin asks.

“I forgot my computer, the one with the choreography. I need to ask Y/N to get it for me. Dammit.” Lee Know grabs his phone, oblivious to me, whose face immediately turns a shade redder as I think about seeing her again.

I go to excuse myself, wanting to take a moment away from my hectic kids and think about what’s going on. I make my way out of the room, going to a different one with nobody in it. I sit down against the wall, taking deep breaths as I close my eyes. I start to hear yelling through the closed door, so I grab my phone and start playing a song. Once the melody hits my ears I open my eyes and sit up straighter, a memory flooding my mind.

»»------( Flashback )------»»

It was a normal day, and I found myself once again in the studio, pulling yet another all-nighter. The relentless pursuit of perfection kept me going as I tirelessly worked on my music, striving to uncover new samples and explore the possibilities they held for my future creations. Lost in my world of beats and melodies, I was engrossed in a particularly challenging section, trying to find the perfect beat change.

Just as I was about to make a breakthrough, my concentration was abruptly shattered by a sudden crash, jolting me out of my musical reverie. Surprised and slightly annoyed, I turned my head to see who had disturbed my sanctuary. And there, standing in the doorway, was Y/N, a face I knew all too well, albeit only through my bandmate and her brother, Lee Know.

A brief moment of silence hung in the air as our eyes met, a mix of curiosity and familiarity sparking between us.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I thought my brother was in here and didn’t mean to fall through the door.”

I laugh a little, which seems to relax her a bit. “It’s all right. You must be Y/N, correct?”

She seems a little shocked that I recognized her, but she still smiles. “Yep, that’s me! It must’ve been my clumsiness that gave it away, right?”

“Minho may have mentioned how you’re not the most elegant person in the world. He also said you weren’t the prettiest, but I can see he’s definitely wrong on that account.”

I can see her blush as she pretends to be interested in something else on the wall. “Anyways, I’ll get going. I don’t want to ruin the brilliant work of CB97.”

“No no, now that you’re here, let’s get to know each other. I don’t know when we’ll get the chance to do it in private ever knowing the boys.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose too much.”

“What did I say? It’s no big deal! Come, sit, make yourself at home.”

As Y/N stepped further into the room, a sense of ease washed over us both, the awkwardness dissipating as she sat down next to me, accidentally brushing her leg against me. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together in that very moment as if the crash and subsequent meeting were meant to be.

“So,” I begin, “what brings you to the studio today?”

“Ahh, nothing really. I just wanted to see my brother actually doing his job rather than seeing it online with millions of other people.”

“That does make sense. He’s amazing, I’m so glad that he accepted to help me. I know he was a background dancer earlier, but he’s such a beautiful person and has so much talent, who else would I ask?”

“Yeah. He’s amazing. Even though we tease each other, I love him to death. It’s so nice seeing him do what he loves, it’s like I'm seeing someone new. He deserves all the love he’s getting. He went through so much and to know it paid off enough for him to get to his dream, that’s more than I could ever ask.”

I smile, feeling my chest burn a little with admiration. She’s so kind, pretty, and deeply cares about people. Gosh, I just met her, I can’t get a crush this fast.

“Well, enough about your brother, I want to get to know you. Tell me your favorite colors, places, food, everything.”

“Wow, just jumping right in I see,” she giggles, her eyes scrunching in the corners.

We started talking about anything and everything, questions going back and forth, with little jokes here and there. The more we talk the more comfortable I feel, slowly getting closer until I have my back completely turned from my work.

“What got you into music? What made Bang Chan the amazing musician he is today?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows while doing so.

“Well, it really started when I started listening to music to get away from everything. I found that the melodies I played started affecting my emotions. I’d play a sad song on my piano, and I’d be sad until I started learning a new piece.” I look down at the arm of my chair, toying with the end as I remember the reason I’m sitting here in the first place. “I eventually got tired of feeling other people’s emotions. I wanted to show my own emotions, hoping what made me fall in love with music would help another kid out there.”

Y/N falls silent, I could tell she was looking at me from the corner of my eye.

“There was a song, it helps me when I feel like my emotions are all over the place. It helps me feel an emotion that I haven’t quite felt yet.”

“And what might that be?” she asks.

“Love.” I pause for a moment. “Yes, I’ve had girlfriends, but I haven’t found the one that makes me want to write every song I have about them. I haven’t found someone that makes me feel like all the struggle I’ve gone through is worth it.”

She lets out a sigh, tapping her fingers against her leg. “I get that. I’m waiting for my good luck charm, my best friend that I can spend every moment with.”

“That’s almost exactly what I was thinking.”

“So what’s the song you listen to? You know, to feel the love?”

I let out an airy chuckle, almost embarrassed. “Don’t make fun of me, but it’s a song called ‘Lucky’ by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat.”

I couldn't help but notice the genuine excitement in Y/N's eyes when I mentioned the song. It was a song that held a special place in my heart, and to my surprise, it must have struck a similar chord with Y/N.

“That’s the song I listen to, too. How the melody blends together and how their voices mesh just makes what they’re saying so much better,” she smiles.

“Really? Do you want to listen to the song?”

“Did you really have to ask? Put it on!”

I turn around, quickly finding the song. I make sure my speakers are hooked as I start it. We both fall silent listening to the guitar. I lightly sing Jason’s part under my breath, getting into the song. I get startled when Y/N’s voice comes in during Colbie’s part, making me turn around. We both start singing the song, facing each other as we sing our hearts out.

Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

I'm lucky we're in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

We both end the song, breathless with an emotion I can’t quite describe. I couldn’t believe how connected we were at that moment that song made us understand each other more. I stared at her, her eyes staring right back at me. I didn’t know what to say, and it looked like she didn’t know either.

We sit there, basking in each other’s presence, slowly getting closer. Inches away from each other, I couldn’t help but just want to hold her. Make this moment everything it could be. Before I can fully lean in, her phone interrupts the moment and we both move a little bit away from each other. I watch as she pulls her phone out of her pocket, rolling her eyes as she answers the phone.

“Hello? --- Yes Minho, I’m here. I just got lost and am talking to someone --- No I’m not talking to myself --- BITCH WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK LIKE A DIFFERENT PERSON?! --- I’m not finding you, you come find me dipshit.”

I try to hold in my laugh, covering my mouth with my sweatshirt sleeve. She puts her elbow on the desk and rests her chin on her palm, looking at me.

“Sorry for screaming, Minho’s just annoying most of- I mean all of the time.” I nod my head in understanding. “Anyways, we don’t have a lot more time, Minho can find me in crowded places, he knows where he needs to be annoying. It’s his superpower.”

Without even being able to respond, Minho walks in with a mischievous grin. “Found you.”

“Damn, and here I thought I could have one peaceful conversation without being interrupted. Well, it looks like I have to go Bang Chan, it was very nice meeting you! I’m sure that I’ll see more of you!”

“Of course! It was really nice talking with you, hopefully, we can do it again,” I wink at her, making her give a small laugh.

“Like hell you are. Missy, you’re grounded. Seeing boys without informing me, disrespectful. You won’t be seeing anyone for a very long time.”

“Like hell I am. You’re the one who left me on reading for 30 minutes when I told you I was here. It’s your fault I was here in the first place.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, okay. You get off this time because I don’t want to argue about how I am right,” Minho finishes, giving her a side-eye. He turns to me, “I see you alone with her again, you’ll get more than a threat.” He turns around not giving a second glance. “Y/N let’s go, I got my babies at home to feed.”

Y/N groans getting up from the chair. She walks towards the door, stopping before she’s fully out. She walks back over and grabs a pen from my desk and grabs my hand. She writes something on it, looks at me, and smiles. “This was very nice Channie, thank you for talking with me. I’ll make sure we do it again soon.” She makes her way to leave, giving me one last smile before I hear her yelling after her brother.

»»------( End Flashback )------»»

As the song, ‘Lucky’ ends, there’s a small smile on my lips. I open my eyes, having closed them when focusing on the song and the memory that followed. I gasp a little when I see I’m not alone anymore. Sana, my good friend, is standing over me, looking at me with what I knew could only be a pity.

I stand up, getting dizzy from how fast I got up. I look at her again but then look down at the ground.

“Chan, are you okay?”

“No, yes, I don’t know. I had a really good morning but for some reason, I got caught up in my own head.”

Sana walks around me and stares at me, making me feel more uneasy. “Is this about Y/N?”

I lightly nod my head, as she is the only one that knows about this situation. She walked in on me one day writing a song, a song that could only be described as a love song. She asked who it was about and I told her everything, needing to get my feeling off my chest to at least one person.

“It’s always about Y/N. I can never stop thinking about her. It’s so stupid. I eat breakfast, and I think about eating it, with her. I drive to work, and I think about me driving her around. I take one fucking breath and all I think about is her. It always goes back to her no matter what I do. And what makes it worse is that I know Minho would never approve. I’m such a mess, I couldn’t even take her on dates when I want to. I’m just so sick and tired of hiding my true feelings from her and everyone around me.”

“Hey hey, look at me. That’s okay, it’s normal to feel scared about having real feelings.”

“But it’s not even that. I act on instinct with her. Like this morning. I do what I do every day, pick Lee Know up. But I don’t know what got into me and I just asked her out. I didn’t say it was a date but I was hoping inside she would think it would be one. I couldn’t think clearly that I didn’t tell Lee Know. God, I didn’t tell him. He’s going to kill me when he finds out. What am I going to do? I can’t just stop liking her, but I can’t lose one of my friendships.”

At this point I’m crying, I can’t stop myself from letting out my inner thoughts. It’s been too much to handle.

“Chan, it’s okay, it’ll be okay. Maybe you can tell the members now including Lee Know. Or maybe keep hiding it. You can love her in secret-”

I cut her off. “Sana, stop. This isn’t right, I hate that I have to hide this.”

“Chan, it’s okay. We can go in together and tell them if you want to. Your group will respond well, I’m sure. I mean, they kind of already know.” She grabs my hand, in an attempt to calm me down. I let out a sigh, the tears finally subsiding.

“Sana, it's so difficult hiding this. My true feelings. It’s just so exhausting,” I say, dropping my head.

Sana grabs my chin forcefully and makes me look at her. “I know it’s difficult. Let’s take a minute here and then we can go in and tell them. Together, okay?”

I nod. “Together.”

I hear a small thud near the door, I turn to see what it was, but I don’t see anyone. When I hear Felix yell something I can’t understand, my heart rate picks up again.

“Chan, calm down, I’ll be right there the whole time. There is no need to worry. If I’m being honest, almost everyone has a suspicion that you like Y/N, including her brother. Now I know it’s going to be difficult either way, but Chan, you do so much for everyone. So if I’m right about this, like I’m right about everything, they will accept this even if it takes time to adjust. Plus, it’s not like you’re getting married,” she jokes.

I give her a deadpan face, giving her the hint to knock it off. But what she said did make me feel a little bit better, even if it’s just for the short term. I stand there and compose myself, thinking of what to say. I take Sana’s hand and pull her towards the door. “I’m ready”.

»»------( Y/N’s POV )------»»

It’s been a couple of minutes, maybe even a couple of hours when I finally calm down and sit on my bed. I look at the time, seeing it’s only 2 hours away from the “date” with Chan. God, I’m so stupid, thinking he’d be into me to even call it a date. I grab my phone, seeing a lot of messages from all the members. I don’t have it in my heart to read through them so I just go to Spotify and turn on a daily remix.

Of course, just my luck, ‘Lucky’ turns on. I lightly sing the parts to myself, remembering Chan’s sweet voice singing beside me. I can’t help the tears that come, relieving the burning sensation from my eyes. When the song gets to the last chorus, I get a phone call. It’s from Minho.

»»------( On the phone )------»»

Y/N? Why haven’t you responded to my texts?! Felix was worried since you left in such a hurry and no one could get in contact with you since then. Is everything alright?

Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired, that’s all.

Are you sure? Because it sounded like you just cried.

Seriously, I’m fine.

Well, I would hope so, I heard you have a date tonight!

WHAT?!?! Who told you? I swear if it was Seungmin making fun of me again-

Actually, no, Chan Hyung told us.

Wait. . . what?

Yeah. He came in with Sana after Felix gave me my computer and said he had something important to tell us. He sat us down like kindergartners and started to talk about how he really likes you and how it has been hard hiding it from us and you-

There was a long pause

Shit, you didn’t know about this, did you?

Ummm no, I did not. I thought he was with Sana.

Hahaha, so funny. She was the only one who knew he liked you actually. She came in here to help him tell us. He said that he was nervous as you’re basically a part of this group and that he didn’t want to make us uncomfortable. He then pulled me aside and asked if I was okay with it. And to be completely honest, I’ve been hoping you would get together.

You what now?

Yeah. I mean, Bang Chan is the only person I would let be around you alone, what do you think I was trying to do? Have you babysat? No! I’m a matchmaker, I saw the potential with two pretty and stubborn people and thought it would be cute. And Chan is the only guy I will ever think is good enough for you.

Really? I thought you didn’t want guys around me?

I don’t, but Chan Hyung is the only guy that comes a little close to your standards. But I didn’t tell you any of this, okay? And get ready! No crying on date night!

Okay okay bossy, I’ll get ready. And, ummm, I don’t know how late I’ll be tonight, so don’t wait up.

I was already planning on it. Look, I have to go set up some things so I won’t see you. But details later! Love you!

»»------( Off the phone )------»»

He hung up before I could say anything. He’s so weird. I look around my room, the feeling finally setting in that I might actually have a date today. I quickly get up, walking to my closet to see what I should wear.

It takes me a good 30 minutes to even find something I think is good on this occasion.

(a/n - this is just a photo I found, you can think of anything you want to wear. You’ll be beautiful in anything😘)

Once I’m done I start doing my hair and makeup. Something light as I don’t know what we’re doing, but I don’t want to go out looking like I just woke up. I pick up my phone and see a message from Chan. With butterflies in my stomach, I open the messages.

I dial his number almost immediately, feeling bad about not responding. He picks up without having 2 full rings.

»»------( On the phone )------»»

F0ive year old👴🍩

Y/N Oh mah gawd I thought you were dead!

I wouldn’t die before tonight don’t worry!

Well, I’m gonna be worried about you, it just happens. But what happened?!?!

Nothing, nothing, everything’s okay

I hear some yelling in the background, hearing the slightly enraged Minho saying something about setting the blanket upright. A blanket? At practice? Weird but I won’t question it.

Shit. Sorry, just practice you know? But I know you, and I know everything is not okay. I’m here to talk, yeah? Always find me.

I will, I promise.

But I was serious about what I was saying over the phone. We don’t have to go out tonight but I am coming over no matter what.

I never said anything about not going out tonight! I’ve been looking forward to it. I’m already dressed too.

Well, good! Because I already have everything in mind and set up, now I just got to pick up the person of the hour.

Well, I am ready when you are. You got - hmmm - about 20 minutes before you’re late.

Well, I can’t be late for our first date. WHA- new song lyric idea. Ummm, I mean, yes, I’ll see you later beautiful!

Bye Chan, don’t go too crazy on the rhyming.

No promises. Alright, byyyyyeeeeeee

»»------( Off the phone )------»»

He hangs up the phone, letting me scream at the top of my lungs. I AM GOING ON A DATE WITH THE CHRISTOPHER BANG CHAN!!!! He said just a hang-out this morning but it’s a date now? I have to pinch myself.

Not even 10 minutes I hear knocking at my door. I walk over and pretend not to know who is outside.

“Who is it?”

“Housekeeping,” a very strained high pitched voice says back. After a few seconds, I hear coughing. Laughing, I open the door to see my date holding my favorite flowers while turning a little red from all that coughing. I lean against the doorway, waiting for him to catch his breath.

2 full minutes later he stands up straight, showing his award-winning smile and dimples. “Hey. I don’t know what that was, but let’s both agree to forget that ever happened.”

“That’s gonna be a hard no. I have to remember this to make fun of you later.”

“Huh?!?!?! How could you? I guess I’ll take these flowers and be on my way.” He turns away, takes a big step, and looks back at me.

“Haha, very funny.” I grab his hand full of flowers and take them from him. “Thank you very much, this was very kind of you. But how did you know these were my favorite flowers?”

“I had a certain brother of yours help me figure everything out.”

“First off, that does not sound like my brother, I think you got someone confused. Second, figure everything out? What does that mean?”

He puts his arm in a 45-degree angle, nodding his head towards it. “Take my arm and found out. You’re about to have the best first date ever.”

I giggle, taking his arm with my hand, looking down at the ring he got me. It looks so good on my hand. I look up at his eyes, melting into the way you can see the smile in them. “Well, I am intrigued now. Please, show me the way.”

“Of course M’lady.”

He guides me to his car, opening the door for me. I smile brightly, lightly teasing him for being such a gentleman. “I have to make a good first impression.”

He walks around the car after making sure I was safely in. He gets into the driver’s seat, then turns on the music, and drives off.

With the hum of some of my favorite tunes, I can’t help but feel a little bit awkward. Why? I’ve known him for a while, it’s nothing different than your usual hangouts. Except it is. Oh my gosh, this is a first date. Our first date. I’m on a date with Chan, only the guy I’ve been in love with since I can remember. I lightly clutch my stomach, in an attempt to get rid of the massive butterflies that keep getting more erratic.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You only clutch your stomach when you’re nervous,” Chan peers at me from the corner of his eyes.

“Oh it’s nothing, I think it just finally hit me that I’m going on a date with you. I’ve only been dreaming about it sinc-” I cut myself off, widening my eyes at my blatant confession that I’ve dreamt about him.

He lets out a long sigh, almost sounding relieved. He stops slowly at a red light, giving him the chance to look at me. “I’m so glad you’ve dreamt about this too. I was hoping I wasn’t the only one hoping this day would come.”

“Well I’m going crazy now, out of control, I’m staying up all night again. No matter how well this date goes.” The moment when I close my eyes, all I see is red lights. Red lights, gosh, I have a cover to hide the blush slowly coming up into my cheeks.

He drops his right hand from the steering wheel and grabs my left hand that was over my stomach. He brings it down towards the middle, lightly playing with the ring like he did this morning. “You know, I’ve actually had this ring for a while? I saw it a few months ago and couldn’t help but think of you, I was planning to give it to you tonight if everything went well, but it felt right to give it to you in a moment of chaos, how we usually are seen together.” He chuckles lightly, looking ahead as the light turns green. He keeps his hand interlocked with mine, driving with just his left hand. God, the things this man does to me.

No, Y/N, it’s the first date. I have to keep it PG. I clear my throat in an attempt to clear my thoughts. “So, are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?”

“Now what’s the fun in that? You’ll just have to trust me.”

“But I have to make sure you’re not going to murder me! I guess I trust you enough to murder me in a nice place. You do have great taste in burial sites,” I smile at him.

“ONE TIME! I accidentally kill ONE ladybug and have a funeral for it, and then I’m made fun of for the rest of my life. A man can’t mourn in peace.”

“You know I’m just teasing. I love your soft heart!”

‘Well, you’re gonna love it more because. . . “ he trails off. He pulls over in a parking spot of a park I’ve never seen before. “. . . we’re here.”

“Oh my gosh, you’re actually going to murder me.” I unbuckle my seat belt, turning my body towards him. He shows off his dimples again, making my butterflies get all that more excited.

“Haha, but no. I remembered how you’ve always talked about going on a picnic date, watching the sunset as you talk about little things without having to worry about people coming up to you. So, with the help of a few of my friends, I got everything set up. Come on.”

I get out of the car before he can walk over. He huffs slightly, but I’m too busy looking at what looks like a perfect picnic.

I tear up a little bit, astonished at how pretty the setup is. I look over to the smiling fool beside me, watching me as I take in everything in front of me. “Wha- I- I don’t know what to say. This is possibly the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me.”

“I mean, I had to do the best for the best girl in the world.” At this, I walk towards him, moving my arms around his chest to his back, pulling him closer to me. I hug him tightly, not being able to tell him how precious this moment is for me. I pull back, looking at him. I can’t believe that this is real. “I got all of your favorite foods, managing to smuggle some grape juice in, and got the famous Felix brownies as dessert.”

I gasp loudly. “No one has been able to get those from him in a while, but you got them for me? Wow, you’re magical!”

“What can I say, I can be persuasive. How else do you think I got your brother to help set up?”

I laugh, sitting down on the cushions, Chan sitting across from me. “But if I’m being honest, Felix baked them without me even having to beg. All of the boys love you, who wouldn’t? I’m just glad that I get you all to myself now.”

“Mmm confident words Christopher, you sure you can keep me from the boys?” I say, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course, I can keep the boys from- YAAAH!! Keep YOU from THEM? And here I thought I’d have to fight them but really I’ll have to keep you on my side.”

I reach across the table, grabbing his hand tightly. “I’m only yours don’t worry. But when it comes to game night, I will demolish everyone.”

“I wouldn’t expect less. But enough of them, let’s eat!”

“Hahaha, Channie is hungry I see.”

“Yeah, I’ve been too nervous all day. But now that you’re here, I finally feel calm enough.”

“I’m happy you feel that way! I haven’t been eating all day either since I saw you with Sana.” I look at the food, not catching what I said. Chan stops moving, causing me to look up. It was only then that I realized what I said.

“You saw us? When?” I don’t respond, looking into my lap where my fingers are playing with each other.

“Earlier today, when I went to drop off Minho’s laptop. I was going to say something but I heard you guys talking. I maybe, kinda, was definitely jealous and ran away. Not metaphorically but physically.”

“Is that why Felix said you were acting weird? I’ve been worried all day because you were ignoring me thinking it was one of the boys, but it was me who made you upset? I’m so sorry, I promise you it’s not what-”

“I know,” I say as I look up at his concerned face. “Minho told me why you were with her. If I’m also being honest, it broke my heart, I couldn’t handle the thought of you being with someone else. I ran home and cried, that’s why I didn’t respond to anything. Then Minho called and told me everything.”

“Everything? Including-”

“Yes, including the fact that you like me. I mean, it’s pretty obvious that you do. No one just makes a candle heart for their best friend’s sister.”

“Well shit, and here I was about to pour my heart out to you. But as usual, your brother got in the middle.”

“Hey hey hey, don’t blame him. I’d actually thank him. If it wasn’t for him, I probably wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be in my bed, eating mint chocolate chip ice cream with him, watching some sappy romance movie so I have a reason to cry.”

“I know I shouldn’t blame him, really I’m blaming myself. I should’ve grown some balls and asked you out sooner, but I always felt like you saw me as your brother’s best friend. I guess I’m just upset now that I didn’t confess to you how much you mean to me. How you’re always on my mind. Like, when I am cooking or cleaning, I always get a flashback of how we would do these things together in the past, then I fantasize about the future. I write songs for you, not knowing it’s for you until I sing it, realizing that every word is just another confession of my love for you.” He takes in a sharp breath. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say it now but I can’t hold onto it any longer.”

He looks at me, searching for I don’t know what. He leans over slowly, pausing to see if I’d flinch. When I don’t, he leans in farther. Ghosting his lips ever so slightly over mine, my whole body lights up. It’s as if everything he just said to me ignited a flame, flaming a desire to be loved by him. To grow with him. Getting impatient with how his lips touch mine, I lean forward, smashing my lips fully against his. He seems surprised but doesn’t stop, grabbing my face with both of his hands and lightly growling into the kiss.

As the kiss slows I can’t help but let out a sigh as we part. He looks at me, a little more certainty in his brown eyes. “I love you Lee Y/N. I think I have since you crashed into my studio.”

“I love you too, Christopher Bang. More than you could ever know.” He leans forward, planting a kiss on my forehead. We stay like that for a while, just breathing in the moment, remembering everything that got us here.

The moment is ruined when I hear my stomach growl. I laugh, feeling Chan laugh too. “I guess I better get you fed. Can’t have you starved on your last first date ever.”

“Last first date, aren’t you awfully presumptuous?”

“I’d like to think so.”

As we continued our date, hand in hand, laughter and affection became the soundtrack of our evening. At that moment, I knew that our shy beginnings had blossomed into something extraordinary—a love story that would be written with the sweetest notes and cherished for a lifetime. Our love story is just beginning, a symphony waiting to be composed. I got so lucky that I’m in love with my Brother’s Best Friend.

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