Startling out of bed, you jolt awake after dreaming another nightmare about Chan getting hurt.
It was the second time you woke in the middle of the night, usually panting or rotating your body quickly in an attempt to find Chan, until the latter eventually calms you down and talks to you until you fall asleep again.
Luckily, he was still recovering. Chan, being the fighter he is, still had to maintain some exercise in his day, but other than that the doctor specifically says he has to have a few week’s rest until he can get back to training and regaining his strength.
Once you were fully awake, you feel the emptiness in the bed and notice that Chan had left. Trusting him, you leave the absence aside and find your journal left on the bedside table, a part bookmarked by your pen — You probably must’ve slept whilst writing, and Chan moved your items to the side so you had more freedom to move.
Exiting to find Chan, you face the sight of an open fridge in the kitchen covering Jeonghan’s figure, before it closes and Jeonghan is surprised at your silent scare, spilling some milk on the floor.
“Well.” He pronounces, having. You scoff in reply and greet him a good morning, like any good person would do.
You too, find something to eat as well — But being polite, you settle with an apple on the counter — Until Jeonghan tuts and sets up a whole breakfast for you to eat because ‘only eating apples won’t give you a healthy diet’.
Finally, when you get to eat, Jeonghan proceeds to drink his milk and check the time, eventually looking at you when he’s finished doing those tasks. “I’m doing the laundry today so if you kids did anything frisky I’m not letting Chan see you for a week.”
“We didn’t do anything ‘frisky’ Jeonghan,” You reason, subtly rolling your eyes, “We’re not like that. I’m not. He’s not like that either.”
“Chan’s never like that.” Jeonghan agrees, setting his empty glass in the sink and picking up a phone call. “Hello? Oh, yeah… I’m coming, don’t worry!… Really? Want to make that a race?… Okay. I’ll make sure to find a nice place before you come… Heh, bye.”
When Jeonghan ends the call, he looks at you, squints as if he forgot what to say, then opens his mouth looking like he remembered what he was going to say.
“Also, about Chan, he’s in the shower — He’ll be out soon.” Jeonghan announces before he adds, “I need to get going too. I’ve got to go help a couple of friends.”
“You sure? That call didn’t sound like just a friend. Who smiles through a whole conversation while talking to their homie? And I know that smile is more than just a smile for your friends.”
“Alright! So maybe I have a breakfast date to go to, and then I’ll help my friends!”
You smile at Jeonghan’s defeated and whiny reaction. “That’s more like it.”
Jeonghan smiles back, simultaneously placing on his coat while you watch and sip your glass of water.
Hesitantly, you say, “Hey Jeonghan?”
“Did it… Hurt? Watching Chan’s state in the hospital?”
And all Jeonghan does is smile sadly. “Y/N, it’s lucky he’s even alive. Each day I couldn’t take my eyes off him, because if I do, and something goes wrong, I’m the one responsible for it. I don’t know what I’d do with him gone.”
Jeonghan stands and stares at your face with a scrunched expression, his grip loosening on the doorknob so he could walk to you and embrace you in a hug. “You’re so strong for going through all of this, I know how it feels, and in time it’ll get better. Trust me.”
Once he lets go, you sniff in an attempt to hide your tears and nod, watching him exit out the door.
“Bye Jeonghan, take care.”
“I will,” And Jeonghan raises his voice a little louder, “bye Chan!” He says and you smile at the thought of Jeonghan always saying bye to Chan even when he can’t hear him, and the male heads off and locks the door so you wouldn’t have to fumble with the keys.
You move to the couch after putting all the plates and cutlery in the sink, curled in a ball in silence, not really looking at anything in particular, but holding Softie and Oldie in your arms.
Your head automatically bobs up when you hear the door open and feel the heat travel into the living room, guessing it’s Chan. “Chan?” Weakly, you raise your voice, waiting for the male to reply.
“Darling?” You hear him mumble to himself, soon seeing him walk in with a towel on his damp hair and in fresh baggy clothes. He melts into a smile when he gazes at you, walking towards the couch and hopping over to tackle you in a hug.
He presses his cheek next to yours and you giggle uncontrollably. “Chan your hair is still damp! Chan, are you listening to me? Chan!”
Chan eventually stops and the two of you stay in the same cuddling position, with Chan holding you and making sure he’s holding your hands. Especially after showers and when he’s relaxed, his eyes tend to typically drop and act more lazily than usual.
Despite the dampness, you still pat his hair, moving your hands down to feel his cheek, soon patting that area too. “Sleepy?” Chan nods, and you hum a small laugh. “Sleeping beauty, more like sleeping cutie…”
“So lame…” Chan mumbles sleepily, his eyes closed, but the smile remains on his face.
“Hm, an old timer like you can’t say much.”
The pair of you move to a more comfortable position — Where you’re in a better and upright position while tangling you legs together. It was easier to look at each other in silence too, which was all you needed.
While studying Chan, he pecks your head. “Hey,” You say quietly, mad that he stopped your train of thought, but forgiving him when you mirror his grin, “what was that for?”
“You were focused. It’s adorable.” He then pecks you another time, on your eyelids. “That’s because I love you.” Another on one cheek, “Because you make me so happy,” Then the other, “because I don’t think I’d be here without you.”
His last words sounded so loving, but in unison with being so broken at the same time. You love him so much, and you definitely can’t let him slip through your fingers another time.
“Do you think it’s time yet?”
You shake your head, covering your lips, “Nope, you’re not worthy of it yet.”
Chan pouts, “But Darling… How long do I have to wait?”
Giggling at his expression, you kiss your fingers and ‘transfer’ the kiss to his lips, saying, “You’re so precious.” (Which Chan follows by pressing a kiss to your fingertips)
Shuffling, you move your hands to Chan’s face and cup his cheeks, your forefinger twirling parts of his hair. You stay in this moment for a while, staring at each other.
Although there’s no words, you’re clearly having an argument with your heart and brain inside — The brain saying you need to support Chan in this, this means everything to him while the heart replies you know how last time ended up, he’s too special to you, you can’t lose him.
It was so difficult. Nothing about this was easy at all — Why couldn’t your life with Chan be as simple as standing at a bridge without any worries, or spending your days in areas where nothing but happiness lasts, or like right now where no words have to justify your adoration for each other, and presence is enough.
You don’t realise your hands beginning to shake a lot. No, you weren’t crying, but the air felt like it was getting hard to breathe in, almost suffocating you. Thinking about it is so scary, thinking of the future is even more terrifying, the past brings unwanted memories, and the present is the most worrying.
“Hey, hey, hey—“ Chan immediately places his hands on top of yours, pulling your hands closer to his ears. “I’m here — Y/N, I’m here. I’m right here, I’m staying.”
The words ring in your ears to a fuzzy night and you continue to look right at Chan.
“Repeat it with me, you’re here, I’m here. We’re staying.”
“You’re here, I’m here. We’re… We’re staying. You’re here… I’m… Here… Staying — We’re staying. We’re… Staying. Staying—”
You collect your breaths and breathe steadily again, leaning forward to Chan and listening to his heartbeat as you hold each other’s hands and close your eyes.
Chan was right. The both of you were going to stay.
OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART SIXTEEN — Fighter!Chan x Journalist!Reader
listening to i cant make you love me, please dont say you love me, settle down, you & me and make you feel my love while writing this was probably the least favourite of my decisions… im kinda ready to cry knowing this au is ending soon | POLL
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