Type: Hates giving up control—until you make him. Submitting to you is an act of complete trust. He’s serious, trembling, desperate under your touch.
Submission Style: Breathless praise junkie, needs verbal reassurance. Once he’s beneath you, he doesn’t hold back. Grinds up into your hand, pleads with his eyes, pants “Please don’t stop” like he’s falling apart.
You Break Him When: You straddle him, pin his arms, and tell him he doesn’t get to come yet.
🍒 Lee Know – The Defiant Brat Sub
Type: Rolls his eyes while obeying, but you see how red his ears get. Pushes back just enough to get punished, then moans through every second of it.
Submission Style: Bites his lip, talks back even as you’ve got him whimpering. Loves being told he’s not as tough as he thinks. His orgasm face? Completely ruined.
You Break Him When: You sit on his face with no warning and hold his head down while he’s whining, loving every second.
🍒 Changbin – The Power Sub
Type: Big muscles, soft obedience. He doesn’t beg—but he’ll do whatever you say with zero hesitation. He loves giving you control and watching you take it.
Submission Style: Grunts, groans, forehead pressed to your shoulder as you ride him. Needs your hands on him, grounding him while you pull every sound from his chest.
You Break Him When: You whisper, “I’ve got you Bunny. Let go.” while his thighs are shaking and he finally lets himself come.
🍒 Hyunjin – The Pretty Plaything
Type: Surrenders like it’s an art form. Gets off on being handled, dressed up, made pretty, made to feel. Craves your attention, even when you’re being cruel.
Submission Style: Soft moans, flushed skin, legs trembling as he begs to come. Will cry from overstimulation and still say “Again?” like it’s a gift.
You Break Him When: You ride him slowly, whispering how good he looks ruined just for you, and don’t let him touch you back.
🍒 Han Jisung – The Meltdown Sub
Type: Loud, messy, reactive. He melts under praise, and cries if you ignore him too long. He’ll go from cocky to sobbing in ten minutes flat.
Submission Style: Whines your name, begs with no shame, loses his mind when you edge him. Humps into nothing if you tease him long enough. The audio? Obscene.
You Break Him When: You take his hands away, make him keep them behind his back, and say “Be a good boy and take it.”
🍒 Felix – The Silent Surrender
Type: He’s still, quiet, aching. Barely says a word, but you can feel the tension vibrating under his skin. Deep voice cracks only when he’s completely gone.
Submission Style: Bites his lip, moans low and broken. Loves to be used—especially if you ride him while holding his jaw, forcing his eyes open.
You Break Him When: You tell him he’s not allowed to touch you—he has to just watch while you get yourself off on him.
🍒 Seungmin – The Controlled Crumble
Type: Always sarcastic, even when he’s naked and shaking. But there’s this exact moment when he goes silent—then it’s over. That’s when he’s really yours.
Submission Style: Still and tense, until you take the reins and make him fall apart. Chokes on moans, tries not to beg, but always ends up whispering “Please” when it counts.
You Break Him When: You edge him twice then whisper “You can’t hold out forever, Minnie. You’re mine now.”
🍒 Jeongin – The Secret Submissive
Type: Hides it behind cocky smiles—but he wants to be ruined. Wants to be told what to do, put in his place, made to whimper.
Submission Style: Handsy and bratty at first, but turns into a moaning mess when you pin him down and ride him hard. He loves being bossed around—especially when you call him out.
You Break Him When: You grab his throat, whisper “So much for being cocky, huh?” and don’t let him finish until he begs properly.
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(because he’s so gentle and so lively and represents the embodiment of the word «comfort» ㅠㅠ<3)
chan, who’s thrilled to hear that his partner, you, enjoys rap and music with almost as much passion as him.
chan, who often takes you to the studio, sometimes with the rest of the kids, others just him and you, perhaps 3racha too, and asks your opinion from time to time, shoving aside your several comments regarding your lack of knowledge in the field.
chan, that one day randomly approaches you as you get out of the shower, puppy eyes shyly staring at you like everytime he does when he wants to ask you a favour. You smile, not putting pressure in him.
chan, who finally mutters that he heard you sing in the shower, and claims that your voice fits perfectly on something that he has been working on, wondering if you’d be up to try out recording!
chan, who teaches you in the booth how to sing so that the mic catches your voice better, who explains the pace, the breathing, the tone, the exact way he wants you to deliver your short lyrics, yet showing how much the smallest details matter to him.
chan, who, as he does with the rest of the members, turns on the mic so you can hear him giggle when your voice cracks.
chan, who happily encourages your shenanigans, letting you sing any lyrics that come up to mind as you quickly end up comfortably laughing and following his guidelines, your cheeks red and hurting from smiling and laughing so much.
chan, who stares at you more than at the computer screen —where he should actually be looking—, snorting when he notices that his headphones look too big on your head, one of your hands holding them in place as you sing.
chan, who blushes, sheepish smile with dimples on display when you spot him staring, and you tease him, muttering through the mic. “jagi, you’re staring. Am I that bad?” You joke, and he giggles, hiding his face behind his hands in a timid manner, never getting tired of your humour.
chan, who makes you step out of the recording booth, takes his big headphones off of you and plants a loving smooch on your lips.
chan, who after several recordings, changes your contact on his phone as “my worldstar<3.”
(short take on chan thoughts because it’s chan, idk, and besides, I HAVE ONLY ONE EXAM LEFT UGH I AM SO HAPPY)
Pairing: Chan x femReader (mention of Minho | short mention of ot8)
Word Count: 3505
Summary: Falling for Chan has happened in small stages, and some moments stuck out: making time for you after his live streams, taking care of you as you're on your period, teaching you how to slow dance and many more...
Warnings/Tags: fluff, friends to lovers, cuddles, mentions of insomnia
A/N: Just a collection of short drabbles/scenarios with Chan🤭~ Moon🌙
You’ve known Chan your whole life and growing up you tried not to think of him as more than your big brother and best friend. Nevertheless, you found yourself falling for him steadily and thinking back there are a few moments only increasing your feelings for him…
One
Chan smiles softly, watching you fool around with Seungmin and Minho, smacking a pillow onto the first's head. Minho starts laughing at Seungmin's baffled look and lets you hide behind him as the younger one seeks revenge.
"I'm sorry," you giggle and jump up, running away. Seungmin races after you, and you quickly hide behind Chan.
Chan giggles and reaches back, hands grabbing your sides. "Need an escape?" he asks.
"Yes, please," you laugh, and he grabs your hand, pulling you after him. The pair of you race up the stairs, and Chan quickly pulls you into his room, slamming the door closed. You find yourself pressed against the door as he locks the door, still laughing softly. You giggle breathlessly and look at him, amused. “Good morning, by the way.”
“Morning, dear,” he chuckles before taking a step back.
You make your way over to his bed and throw yourself onto it, pulling out your phone. “Give him five minutes, then he’ll be busy chasing someone else.” Chan snorts before joining you on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He yawns and rubs his face tiredly. You glance at him and frown softly. “How did you sleep?”
“Do I really look that bad?” he asks, contorting his face.
Putting your phone away, you teasingly poke his cheek. “Only a little.”
“Fuck off,” he mutters beneath his breath and squirms away as you tickle his side. “Stop that!”
You smirk and calmly rest your head on his chest. “You had trouble sleeping again?”
“It’s my own fault, honestly. I needed to finish that new song, and once I was done, I wasn’t feeling tired anymore,” he sighs.
“You’re an idiot,” you tell him kindly and yelp, surprised as Chan pulls you on top of him.
Chan smirks up at you and hugs you close. “I know I am.”
You smile at him and fondly roll your eyes. “We could just stay here for a while. Take a nap.”
“Yeah?” he asks, eyes growing incredibly soft.
“Yeah,” you nod and quickly make yourself comfortable on his chest as you start blushing. Chan has been your best friend for years, but now that you are both older, some things have changed. His hugs are still comforting as ever, but there’s a different type of intimacy to it.
Two
Knowing how much Chan struggled throughout the training phase, especially before finally debuting, you loved nothing more than seeing him truly happy. When you first visited after their debut and met all his members, you could tell how proud he was of them. What stood out to you was how much the younger ones seemed to adore him and vice versa. They all welcomed you warmly, making sure you felt at home for the week you stayed with them. Chan started to miss you quite quickly again every time, so you found yourself back in Seoul more often than you could count. Changbin once jokingly mentioned you were their secret ninth member already, and Minho called you his little sister. With every visit, the time you stayed got longer, and your bond with each of them deepened. So when your university suggested studying abroad for a year, you knew where to go.
You make your way through the airport, pulling your suitcase after you, and try to figure out where to find the closest cab. Your phone buzzes in your pants pocket, and you curse softly to yourself as you fumble for it, still staring up at the many screens and signs. You take the call without even looking at who called you and finally spot the directions for the cabs. “Y/N L/N speaking?”
The moment you hear his giggle, you know who it is. “You picked up without looking again?”
“Sorry, I’m currently at the airport and trying to find my way out of here,” you laugh.
“May I help you with that?” he asks, and you suddenly hear his voice double.
You turn around stunned and stare right into his soft brown eyes. “Chan,” you breathe out, the phone still pressed to your ear.
“Welcome back, dear,” he says before ending the call. He pulls you into a tight hug and sways with you from feet to feet. “Gosh, I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Channie,” you smile and hug him back tightly. “Won’t be leaving that soon this time. You’re sure you can cope with me for a whole year?”
“I could cope with you forever,” Chan says quietly, and you pull back, searching his eyes.
“I’ll ask you about that again when we say goodbye in a year,” you tell him, only halfheartedly teasing.
Chan smiles at you fondly, his dimples appearing, making him look very soft. When the hell did he become so pretty? “My answer will be the same.”
Three
You sigh softly and close your laptop, finally done with all of your online classes for the day. Starting your period this morning, you aren’t in the best mood, and you’re glad the boys are all busy working somewhere else. It gets really hard pretending to function and having fun whilst you're internally dying because of the pain. You bury your head in your arms on your laptop as another cramp hits you and bite back a groan.
“You’re okay?”
You look up, slowly sitting up straight again, and meet Chan’s worried eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you nod quickly.
Chan spots your favorite mug and the package of teabags next to you. He strolls over, takes it, and realizes it’s the tea you drink to ease your cramps. “That time of the month again already?” he asks, and you blink at him.
“Uh, yeah,” you say quietly, blushing a little.
“Bad day?” he asks, and you simply nod. “You’re done with school for the day?”
“Yeah, luckily,” you tell him.
“Alright, go pack up your things and meet me in my room after, alright?”
“Okay?” you nod, confused.
“Also, you can grab a pair of my sweatpants and put them on,” he tells you. “They’re probably more comfortable than your fitting ones right now.”
You stare at him, stunned for a moment. “But…uhm, what if, you know,” you ramble, not quite knowing how to say it. “They’re really strong right now, what if the blood-.”
“It’s okay,” he assures you. “I wouldn’t mind, honestly.”
“Oh, okay,” you nod slowly, taking your laptop as he hands it to you. He sends you off with a patient smile, and you turn back around, halfway up the stairs.”Chan?”
“Yes, you can take a sweater as well,” he tells you, not even looking in your direction as he makes some more tea for you. He grins to himself as you laugh at him knowing exactly what you wanted.
Chan was right, his sweatpants that sit more loosely around your hips feel a lot better. Also, the comfortable sweater makes you feel warm and safe instantly. You make your way back to his room after changing and stop in the doorframe. “What is all that?” you ask, surprised.
A few of your favorite snacks and fresh tea are on the small table next to his bed. He’s currently checking the temperature of a heating pad, the package of your painkillers of choice sticking out of the pocket of his pants. “After last time, I wanted to be prepared,” he tells you, holding out the heating pad. “Is that alright?”
“Yeah, that’s perfect,” you nod, holding onto it. After coming here not even two months ago, you haven’t been prepared enough for your first period. No painkillers, tea, snacks, or anything to help you feel more comfortable. Of course, Chan had gone out to grab some stuff for you, but it was a shitty start for all of you.
“Uh, do you have everything you need?” he asks, covering his mattress with a warm, fuzzy blanket.
“Yeah,” you nod, still staring at him.
“I can still go and buy what you need, really, that’s no problem,” he assures you.
“It’s okay,” you tell him quietly, feeling tears brim your eyes. How fucking sweet was that?
Chan nods satisfied, and opens the window to let in some fresh air, knowing you felt hot quickly during your period. “You wanna watch a movie or something? I can still finish work later,” he tells you and turns around, frowning as you don’t answer. He spots the tears in your eyes, and his whole demeanor softens even more. “Oh, dear, that bad?” he asks softly, and you quickly shake your head.
“No, I just…didn’t expect all that,” you admit, and hug the heating pad close. “You didn’t have to do all that, you know.”
“I wanted to,” he assures you before stepping over and pulling you into a warm hug. “I want you to be as comfortable as possible, even if you feel like shit, okay?”
You bury your face in his chest and nod gently. “Okay,” you whisper.
“Now stop acting like I did something massive and come cuddle,” he giggles, and you make sure to remind him that this is, in fact, massive.
Four
You gently knock on Chan’s door before poking your head inside. “Channie?” you ask quietly, not sure if he’s currently doing a livestream.
He glances over at you, smiling as he spots you. “Yes, dear?”
“Do you have a few minutes?” you ask as he checks the time on his phone.
“I’m about to go live..but, what’s wrong?” he asks, almost sounding a little worried.
“Someone pissed me off, that’s all. It’s not that important, don’t worry,” you wave him off.
“Why don’t you go and have some hot chocolate or something? Felix made brownies today, I’m sure he’ll give you some,” he smirks and checks the time once more. “We can talk later? I’ll call you once I’m done.”
“Yeah?” you beam at him, making him giggle.
“Of course,” he laughs before waving you outside. “Piss off, I have work to do.”
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He joins you downstairs later, plopping down onto the sofa heavily. You glance at him as he sits there with his eyes closed for a moment, seeming like he has to ground himself for a minute. Gently nudging his side, you tilt your head at him. “You’re alright?”
“Tired, that’s all,” he nods, opening his eyes and giving you a weak smile. “Didn’t get much sleep last night, and it’s starting to show.”
“Oh,” you nod and squint your eyes at him suspiciously. “You should get some sleep then.”
“No, I promised you to talk after the live,” he shakes his head firmly. “You’re important to me, so I want to have time for you when you need me.”
You gently pat his thigh, not noticing how he stiffens at the sudden touch. “That’s really sweet, you know?”
“So, what happened?” he asks curiously.
You start ranting about what happened today at work. He responds with little hums, encouraging you about doing the right thing as his head slowly grows heavier against your shoulder. As you continue your story, you feed him small bites of Felix’s brownies, and Chan sleepily lets you have your way of spoiling him. He tries to stay awake; he really does, but as soon as you start playing with his hair, massaging his scalp so softly, he can’t fight it anymore. You smile to yourself as you notice and pull him down with you onto the sofa. Chan cuddles into you in his sleep, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. “Night, Channie,” you whisper, and he hums drowsily in response. Chan being all soft and sleepy is a sight you’d never get tired of.
Five
You groan frustratedly as you turn for the hundredth time tonight, still unable to sleep. You went to bed four hours ago once they all got back from their concert and called it a night. Back then, you weren’t really tired, but looking at your friends’ faces, you knew they were. There was no use in trying to keep them up. Nevertheless, you were unable to get any rest, tossing and turning since you went to bed.
You’ve tried reading a book, but your eyes started to hurt after a while. Then you went scrolling through your phone, and once you saw one or two too many edits of your best friend and started to question your feelings for him, once again, you threw that idea overboard as well. Now you’re lying awake, trying to convince yourself that Chan means nothing more than a big brother and best friend to you. You try and fail miserably, knowing you fell for the handsome softie quite a while ago.
After another twenty minutes of self-pitying and messing up your sheets, you throw on a sweater of Chan, which he forgot in your room today, and make your way downstairs quietly. Maybe watching some tv and hot chocolate would help you relax. You notice too late that the lights in the living room are on and bite back a sigh as you spot Chan. The one you wanted to avoid after all those thoughts before. You need a moment to notice Minho as well, curled up next to Chan, head resting in his lap. He seems to be asleep peacefully as Chan’s mindlessly playing with his hair and watching tv, more or less attentive. “Hey,” you whisper, trying not to wake Minho.
“Hey,” he gives back with a tired smile and pats the spot next to him. “Can’t sleep?”
“Nope,” you shake your head and sit down carefully.
“Any reason?” he asks, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you against him.
You sigh softly and shake your head. “Not really, no,” you tell him. “What about Minnie?”
Chan chuckles softly. “You know how the adrenaline gets to him, he needs some time until his body calms down again,” he tells you and glances at his friend. “He knew I’d be awake, it isn’t the first time.”
“Mhm, I get that,” you nod gently and lean comfortably against him. “Tell me a story?”
“A story?” he giggles. “Like a bedtime story for little kids, is that what you want?”
“Chan,” you groan softly. “I’m not five anymore.”
“You were quite an adorable five-year-old, though,” he smirks, and you shoot him a playful glare.
“You were only seven, don’t think you’re all grown-up,” you snort.
“You sound like Min,” he laughs. “He keeps on telling me that one year isn’t that much either.”
“Well, it isn’t. Neither are two,” you insist, and Chan simply grins.
“Not anymore…but I still remember how pissed you were once I turned 18, and you were still sweet 16,” he giggles.
“You’re an ass,” Minho suddenly chimes in drowsily. “It’s not that much of a difference, old man.”
“Fuck off,” Chan pokes his side, making him squirm.
“Now tell her some damn story, I wanna sleep,” he protests softly and closes his eyes again.
“Unbelievable,” Chan sighs but gives in since the two of you seem to agree.
It doesn’t take long until your head rests next to Minho’s, and you’re slowly falling asleep. Chan never fails to get you to sleep.
Six
“What the hell are you still doing in your sweatpants?” Chan’s voice cuts through the silence of your room.
“I don’t wanna go,” you mumble into your pillow, hiding your face as his confused eyes meet yours.
The mattress dips beneath his weight as he gets comfortable next to you, mirroring your position. “But you were so excited only a few days ago.”
“I’m not anymore,” you whine softly.
“Why? Come on, Min helped you pick that beautiful dress, Felix, Jeongin, and you bought the fitting jewelry…didn’t Hannie and Seungmin also help you pick out some make-up?” he asks, irritated. “Changbin helped with your shoes, Hyunjin offered to help with doing your hair…what the hell is keeping you from going after that team effort? Is it because I didn’t do anything?” he asks teasingly.
“No,” you giggle and peak at him shyly. “I’ll embarrass myself.”
“What?!” he asks confused. “Why the hell would that be the case, huh?”
“They want us to slow dance in the beginning,” you explain, and he nods, still not getting the problem. “I don’t have a partner…and I don’t know how to.”
“Fucks sake, why didn’t you say so earlier?” he giggles at you and teasingly pokes your side. “I can show you how to dance.”
“Doesn’t matter if I look all fancy by myself,” you mumble sadly.
“Who said anything about you going alone, huh?” he asks, rolling his eyes. “I can come with you.”
You sit up, frowning down at him. “You?”
“Okay, sorry, there are seven other people at your disposal if you don’t want me,” he shoots back, only partly joking.
“No, Channie, that’s not…I just didn’t expect that,” you tell him and chuckle as he jumps up.
“Great, I’ll go get the guys to get you ready why I search for a suit or something fancy,” he announces, and before you can protest, he’s gone.
Only shortly after, you’re ready with the help of your friends and make your way over to Chan’s room. You knock at his door before stepping inside. He turns around, fixing his tie as he looks at you.
“See, that would’ve been a complete waste not to go,” he smirks and takes your hands, pulling you in front of the mirror with him. “You look amazing, dear,” he tells you gently, and your delusional ass actually believes there’s love in his eyes.
“Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” you wink at him. It’s an understatement; he looks incredibly handsome.
Chan pulls you against his chest, smoothly wrapping his arm around your waist. “Ready?” he asks, taking your hand and meeting your eyes.
“Yeah,” you whisper, swallowing softly at how close he suddenly is. His cologne surrounds you, his hand feels soft against yours, and his hold on you spreads warmth through your whole body. He slowly guides you through the room, showing you the steps patiently as he sways with you. You don’t need a fancy ballgown in some massive hall surrounded by way too many people. He and you right here were all you needed.
Seven
You hum along to the tune playing through your headphones, not noticing Minho sneaking up on you. He suddenly plops on the sofa beside you, making you flinch heavily. “Min!” you protest.
“What?” he asks innocently. “It’s not my fault you’re listening to your love’s song for the hundredth time today.”
“My…what?” you ask, blushing heavily. “Chan’s not my love.”
“Only almost,” Minho shrugs and smirks at you. “No turning back once we’re connected, huh?” he grins.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, laughing at him.
“We both know who he wrote that one about,” he says, but searching your eyes, he realizes you don’t. “Alright, fine, I do then.”
“I…I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you shake your head, slightly amused.
“Oh dear,” he sighs softly. “You didn’t hear that from me, but your beloved Channie hyung wrote that one about you.”
“He what?!” you exclaim, and Minho’s eyes widen.
“Hey!” he curses at you quietly.
“He wrote that one about me?” you whisper.
“You’re either blind or dumb. I don’t know what I’d prefer at this point,” Minho snorts, and you punch his arm in protest. “He’s in love with you, and if you feel even slightly the same…Please tell him already. He’s getting on my nerves. I love you, but I don’t want to hear how sparkly your eyes are while I’m trying to enjoy my pudding.”
You can’t help but laugh at the disgust lacing his features. “You’re sure about this?”
“Very,” Minho nods patiently, blinking at you as you don’t respond. “Are you?”
“I’m pretty sure I want more than friendship with him, yes,” you nod gently.
“Gross,” Minho comments. “Well, then get on with it. Do I have to do everything around here?”
“Right now?” you ask, confused.
Minho groans softly. “Chan hyung!”
“What?” Chan shouts back from upstairs, and you try to cover Minho’s mouth.
“Come down here, I was right!” he shouts, and your eyes widen in betrayal.
“He knew?” you breathe out.
“He’s as much a coward as you are, someone had to give you a push. It’s getting exhausting seeing the two of you dance around each other,” he grins and gets up as Chan comes downstairs. “Thank me later,” he smirks.
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Chan’s eyes meet yours, and you can tell Minho isn’t lying. Your heartbeat fastens, and you barely get out his name, unsure how to begin. Why was it so hard to say how you felt?
“i can’t wait to marry you” he tucks the rest of his white dress shirt into his waist, smiling to himself. “i can’t believe you’re so close to getting married bro” one of the members say to the groom.
your maid of honor quickly walks into the room you’re waiting in. she hands the flower girl the red box that holds the sliver engraved rings.
the flower girls’ headband tilting slightly to the left, you fix it before she walks out of the room and down the hall. she nears the aisle and starts to leave the trail of petals behind her, keeping the rings safe in the bottom of her basket.
the part of the song that you’re supposed to walk down the aisle to begins to play. with your heart racing and palms sweaty, you hold your bouquet tightly to your waist.
looking at chan in the eyes as if it were just you and him, you whisper to yourself; ‘i love you’.
he flashes you a smile, knowing he is the luckiest man on the entire planet right then and there.
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chamomile tea + peppermint tea with chan? 🥺 would that be okay?
requests from the tea asklist are open! please send me a member of skz and a tea themed question about them!
- chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?
we all know that chan doesn’t sleep well. his sleep schedule is never consistent except for that he sleeps very late or not at all. when he spends time with you he does his best to go to sleep around the same time as you. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but he really tries to wake up the same time as you or just a bit before to admire how peaceful you look while sleeping and maybe make you breakfast in bed!!
- peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?
he gets excited when he sees cute animals, finishes a project, gets a new project, when an idea pops in his head, and a lot more!! he’s so cute chan probably squeals when he sees you wearing his clothes too or when you bring him a special gift or do him a favor. he feels so loved and cared for!!
requests from the tea asklist are open! please send me a member of skz and a tea themed question about them!
- matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?
i imagine that chan would propose in a very romantic way, i think he would have been planning it for a while so it would be perfect for you!!
he would go all out too, you’re his precious baby and he likes to show his love in whatever ways he can. chan probably gets you flowers, takes you out to a very fancy restaurant and has already prepared a meaningful way to ask and the prettiest ring you’ve ever seen.
chan wants to wait a while until he starts planning how to ask. chan waits a while into the relationship to make sure you’re the one (and he decides you are!) and takes the time to plan for at least a month... and the whole time he feels so giddy around you!! he can’t help but giggle when he sees you because you don’t know that he will ask you to marry him in just a couple weeks!
