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stray kids bangchan x fem reader; mentions of felix and hannah

genre: angst, no happy ending, implied best friends to exes

long overdue continuation of this oneshot; not proofread | masterlist

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“Hey, beautiful.” Chan tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as her arms find their way around his neck.

“Hey, yourself.” Two could play this game, she thought.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as they swayed along to the song.

“Well if you’re talking about being a married woman, I’ve only been wifed up for a good 2 hours but nonetheless, I feel great—happy.”

And it was true. He sees it in the way her eyes sparkle that it makes him want to cry and laugh at the same time. He didn’t do either and settled on making a joke instead.

“Well, I was actually pertaining to those feet of yours in heels, but good to know—“

She smacked his chest lightly which finally earned a laugh from both of them.

“I’m so thankful you’re here though, I didn’t think you were serious about coming.”

“Wouldn’t want to be a douche til the end and miss my best friend’s wedding for the world. And,” he stressed, “I had to see the man himself, of course, check if he is indeed worthy, but now that I have, I might have to ask him if you spelled him—“

Another smack in the chest.

“No but seriously, Tony seems like a really good guy. He’s good for you. Better. and I’m happy…for you two.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, a hint of bittersweetness, “for everything.”

Not trusting himself with words, he gave her a nod and a smile.

“Mind if I cut in?”

And it was like he was snapped out of a bubble. Chan turned to look at the lucky bast—he means guy, lucky guy hehe before shaking his head.

“Not at all.” Chan immediately lets go, but not before a quick squeeze of both her hands he was then unconsciously holding.

He congratulated the couple again before going back to his assigned table.

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“I’m surprised you didn’t try to object during the ceremony.” His sister joked as she hands him a drink.

“And why would I do that when she looks that happy.” He answered, eyes locked across the reception hall where she’s dancing with her now husband.

“Hyung, you’re not going to bawl your eyes again are you?” A slightly drunk Felix butted in, but was quickly shushed by Hannah.

“Nah, I think I already dried myself up during the ceremony.”

Hannah frowned and turned to look at her brother. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Mhmm.” Chan hummed before giving his sister a warm smile. “Or at least I think I will be.”

“Alrighty, is it okay if we go to the garden for a bit? I think I need to sober up your good mate here—“

“—boyfriend!” the said mate corrected!

“I’m not actually foive, Hannah,” Chan chuckled, “You two go. But no funny business, alright?” He warned in a joking manner to which Hannah just rolled her eyes.

When he was finally left alone, Chan’s gaze went towards the direction of the woman he loved—still love the most and found himself drifting back to all the moments they shared.

He remembers first time they met, the friendship that blossomed not sooner than the romantic feelings albeit not knowing at the time; the physical separation when he went to korea to pursue his dreams, and the conversations that followed, making his heart truly grow fonder with the distance.

He remembers that one vacation break where he got to hold her again—only then as more than just a friend, and that day the two of them finally came to terms with both their feelings which ended up with their shared first kiss.

He remembers the long distance relationship, the surprise visits in between his idol and her also busy schedule, the longing, those nights of reassuring both never asked but appreciated, even the rarest fights; and that despite all that, he remembers choosing her and vice versa: choosing “us”.

Until she couldn’t anymore.

He remembers the calmness before that stormy day she finally decided to call it quits, to choose herself and how he went along with it without a fight because deep inside, he wanted that too: to choose oneself rather than the “we” and “us”. It was probably the most selfish, or maybe selfless act in a way, depending on how one looks at it.

But as days turned to weeks, months, years, his heart remained in the same place, never finding another, never wanting—needing to. Determined to reconnect with her, his heart leaped when she agreed to his lunch invitation. But it was soon shattered when she broke the news. He was too late, she was already getting married…and not to him, which brings him back to the present.

It’s funny really, it was like he was having this la la land moment—you know that scene at the end—picturing how it would be like had the two of you stayed together, had both continued to choose the “we” and the “us”.

Then it would be him she’s dancing with right now, foreheads touching, whispering sweet nothings, exchanging vows bound to keep forever.

It would be him at the receiving end of her radiant smiles and melodious laughter, of her warm hugs and blissful kisses; It would be him singing at the top of his lungs with her during karaoke date nights and him slow dancing with her in the middle of the night in their dark living room without any music playing.

It would be him sharing the most comfortable silence as she drinks her cup of coffee while he drinks his glass of pineapple juice as both worked on their respective projects; It would be him who would hold her hand when words fail to comfort her stresses; and it would be him that would lie next to her when both couldn’t sleep being insomniacs and him waking up next to her when they do.

It would be him looking forward to a future of togetherness with her, feeling a different kind of excitement as they find themselves expecting, charging to every food place to satisfy her weird cravings and holding her hair back as she retches it after, figuring out how to set up a nursery and thinking about baby names, racing towards the hospital and having her grip the life out of his hands with the last push, bawling his eyes out upon meeting and holding their child for the first time whose brown eyes mirrored their own;

It would still be him with her during the succeeding sleepless nights not caused by the loudness of their own thoughts now but of their baby’s cries, seeing each other’s tired faces wearing clothes stained with baby vomit and still find the other person to be the most beautiful—even until his hair finally recedes and hers turned grey, and both got wrinkly, it would be him with her experiencing this rollercoaster ride called life.

But when Chan’s eyes met hers again, his lingering a bit longer even after exchanging a quick smile and her turning away again, he realized that it was and will always be just that:

This is my first post on tumblr and I am insanely nervous about it, but ive been wanting to try out writing after I stopped doing it for so long so I figured why not. I hope people like it :)

stray kids bangchan x (established Filo) reader genre: fluff, text and socmed au style, song fic-ish

inspired by Ben and Ben ft. Moira's song titled "Pasalubong" and Bangchan's cover of Yeng Constantino's "Ikaw" at Maniac in Manila! (not proofread lol) masterlist x

You and Chan have been bestfriends ever since you were little and were classmates until he went to Korea to become a kpop star. You two kept in touch even after you went back to the Philippines for college and postgrad studies.

You noticed your phone buzzing nonstop.

You ended the call and hurriedly went down your dorm apartment.

“How are you here?” You surprised yourself with being able to speak while still in shock.

“I rode a plane?” Chan said a matter of factly which made you roll your eyes.

“Why are you here?” You asked again.

“I wanted to see you.” He shrugged like traveling hours from Korea to the Philippines unannounced with no known event of some sort was the most normal thing to do.

Yet still, you kept your composure and stilled your now tachycardic heart before raising a brow, feigning confidence.

“You saw me. Now where’s my pasalubong?”

“Huh?” Chan never looked more cute being confused.

“What, you said—“ you stopped yourself mid-sentence as realization hits, “oh did you mean?” You didn’t need to finish as you see him nod.

“Yeah.” His voice was barely a whisper before his laughter echoed in the quietness of the night.

“Oh.” You couldn’t help but laugh at your mistake as well.

You sensed Chan engulf you in a big hug, which you gladly reciprocated, but not before he leaves a teasing remark:

“And here I thought you’re the Filipino one.”

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Pasalubong: a gift or souvenir given by a person who came from a trip; can also mean to meet or welcome someone

stray kids bangchan x fem reader genre: angst masterlist an: this is a short fic i wrote last year (that got quite a reaction from my friend haha) and posted on ao3 that i forgot to post here…  x

“Long time no see.” She greeted with a smile.

“Mhmm.” He returned the gesture as she sat across him. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that? Considering your busy schedule.”

He let out a chuckle.

“I’m surprised you even had time to invite me for lunch.” She continued.

“Well, we have a couple of extra days to roam around. And I would be lying if I say I didn’t plan to meet you here.” He said placing one hand on his nape. “But enough about me, how have you been?”

“I’m alright.” Her lips formed a line before continuing. “I got engaged, actually.”

“You’re getting married?” It didn’t come out as a question, much to his dismay.

“Yeah.” She answered briefly.

“Wow, I, uhm, congratulations!” He was at par with words.

“Thank you.” She smiled.

“I uh hope your fiancé’s not mad you were meeting your ex.” He tried to joke around.

“Nah, he’s cool. He knows you and your family’s very dear to me, way past us dating.”

“Well, that’s a relief. Guess you got yourself a good man.”

“Guess I did.”

“But he’s even luckier.”

“Yeah?”

“Any man would be the luckiest to have you by his side. I sure was back then.” He said with a sad smile.

“Well, I was lucky to have you by my side back then too.” She offered him a warm smile.

“Just not lucky enough for you to stay.” He said a bit bitterly.

“Chris—“

“Look, I’m not saying this to mess you up or anything, but I have to be honest why I asked to meet up. I wanted to know what happened…with us.”

“I thought you already knew.” She took a deep breath, trying to sum up the reason why their three year relationship ended almost two years ago.

“We both couldn’t let go of the things we wanted for ourselves. We came to a point where we can’t compromise anymore and so,“

“You left.” He finished for her.

“I left.” She nodded.

“And you didn’t come after me.”

His head shot up to look straight at her.

“I, I didn’t know you wanted me to…”

She shrugged.

“It was you who wanted to break up.” He didn’t mean to make it sound as if he’s blaming her.

“That’s right.” She nodded.

“But hey, it turned out to be for the better, didn’t it? Mr. Producer of the year.” She tried to make light of the conversation by grinning.

“Stray Kids is getting bigger and bigger, and I get to be the homemaker I’ve always dreamed of. It’s a win-win!” She exclaimed, a tinge of bittersweetness in her eyes albeit her high pitched voice.

But was it? Was it a win-win?

Because surely, Chan felt anything but a winner.

He felt quite the opposite actually—like he’s the most defeated man, even more so now that he has completely lost his chance to get her back.

But everything she had said was right. They both wanted two different things. And no matter how they tried, and they did try, they’re inevitably bound to choose what they want or each other. And they chose the former.

So with a breath, he gave her his most genuine smile. And she knew it was so.

“I’m happy for you. Truly.” He said before pulling away from their parting embrace.

“Thank you, Chris. And I’m proud of you, too. You’re doing well. Take it easy, yeah?” She patted his arm.

“Mmm, you too. Don’t go crazy on your wedding planner, okay?”

“Yah!” She laughed and faked scolded him for hinting her perfectionist persona.

“Send me an invite?” He said when they both calmed down.

“You’re not going to try and stop it, are you?” She raised a brow.

“Tempting—aw!”

She jokingly punched his arm.

“I’m kidding! But not about sending me an invite.”

“Fine, sure.”

“Take care, yeah?” He began walking backwards, still looking at her.

“You too.”

“Don’t trip—“

“Goodbye, Chris!” She cuts him off again and rolls her eyes.

“Just making sure.” He grinned before giving one final wave.

“Goodbye.”

stray kids bangchan x oc reader genre: fluff, angst ? cw: the word “transes” used is a term we use for transcripts of notes/reviewers word count: 947 masterlist

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“One tall hot cappuccino for Addy.”

Chan placed the cup in front of you—well your textbooks. The caffeinated beverage being your 5th one of the day—night.

“On the house.” He added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes at your friend who is left with his white button up shirt and black slacks after the apron was off. His shift was done.

“Impressive.” You say with a teasing amount of sarcasm as you looked at the foam art showing a girl’s sleeping face whom you can only assume is you.

“Thank you.” He equaled.

“No, but seriously, your drawing skills are impressive—much more on paper.” You locked eyes with him. “Why can’t you just tell your parents you want to go to an arts school rather than taking another business course for your masters?” It wasn’t a question—at least it didn’t sound like it.

“The same way you can’t tell yours you don’t want to take the NMAT and pursue Med.”

“Hey! I, for one, slightly like what I’m about to get myself into.” You defended.

“And I, for one, slightly like what I’m currently taking for Masters.”

“Yeah right, your past four-year rant hauntingly says otherwise.” You retorted remembering college days.

“Well, speaking of…how are you holding up?” He changes the subject, gesturing to the pile of transes and textbooks in front of you.

“How do you think?”

“Eh,” he made a face, “you’re holding up pretty decently.”

“Christopher, I’m literally dying.” Okay maybe that was an exaggeration. “And you giving me another cup pushes me more to my early demise.”

This dramantics (dramatic antics) earned a chuckle from him.

“Who says you have to drink it? I just gave you that to show you the foam art.”

“Well of course, you rich kid. Which makes me wonder still why you really work part time here.”

“I’m not rich, my parents are.”

“Exactly what rich people say.”

He rolled his eyes.

“And I work here for the ladies.” He smirked. “Plus it gives me my artistic freedom.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes.

As you were about to drink the cappuccino, not wanting it to go to waste, Chan stopped you.

“I’ll drink this.”

“You can’t even drink coffee.”

“I don’t drink coffee, not I can’t. Besides, if it keeps you alive a little longer then—aw!”

You hit his face with the transes you’re currently highlighting.

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