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[ 12:18am ] chenle walked into the room, placing his bags gently on the floor. not wanting to wake you up, he slowly manoeuvred around the furniture in the dark. refusing to turn on his flash light, he sloppily but quickly changed into pyjamas and joined you in bed.

slowly – but above all gently, as if you were made out of the finest porcelain – he wrapped his arms around your sleeping figure. his heart was full, finally home after so long apart.

“le?” you mumbled drowsily, rubbing your eyes. he just buried his head in your neck, taking in your embrace “hi baby”

“hi angel… go back to sleep” he mumbled, lips curling upwards subconsciously. shortly enough, after snuggling closer into him, your quiet snores filled the room; along with your chest moving up and down regularly.

chenle placed a tender kiss on your cheek, eyes dropping too.

“missed you or whatever” he murmured, falling asleep with you in his arms after months of waiting.

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synopsis you and chenle have been friends since you could begin to speak; every memory has him attached to it. when he asks you to teach him how to kiss before his first date with the girl of his dreams, although you’ve never kissed anyone before, you agree. after a kiss or two— feelings come to the forefront. genre gn!reader x chenle, childhood friends to lovers!au,  warnings very small angst (?), mentions of comparing oneself to someone else, making out, kissing chenle for the first time! chenle is a bit handsy when it comes to kissing; nothing too serious! word count 2.7k

chenle was utterly infatuated; not with you, but with someone else. you saw it in his eyes whenever he spoke about the girl that he had been talking to for the past three weeks. you saw it in the spring in his step whenever he walked through your door for saturday movie nights that you two had shared every weekend since you were fourteen, and through the way he canceled on you the previous saturday because he was taking her out on an extravagant date. he viewed her as entirely perfect and although you had never met her in person— you started to see her as perfect too.

➸ request from anon; hellooo!! could i request dad!chenle bringing 1 year old caihong with him to practice??? tysm !!!

➸ note; omg hi yellow anon bestie i hope you like this <333

➸ word count; 1393 words

➸ caihong; aged 1

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‘Dada, singer!’ Caihong shrieks the same two words almost every morning when she sees Chenle leave.

When it first became apparent that Caihong was actually beginning to listen and process what the two of you were saying, you had mentioned quite a few times that ‘daddy sings’. Somehow her tiny brain made the connection that Chenle left every morning to ‘go sing.’

Since she was still only one, nearly two, she couldn’t exactly communicate her curiosity, but you could still see it in the way she always asked Chenle to sing and stared longingly at the front door.

Eventually Caihong’s speech developed to the point where she was explicitly asking to ‘go with daddy’ when he left, leading you and Chenle to discuss possibly taking her along to the studio.

‘It’ll be fun, it will be a great opportunity to get her out of the house,’ Chenle reassures you.

‘Are you sure she won’t be in the way? I know how fussy and how she can just appear from nowhere and become a trip hazard-‘

‘Hey,’ Chenle interrupts your mini rant with a short kiss, ‘everything will be fine, okay? I’ll call you if I need you.’

You breathe a sigh of relief, ‘alright. I will.’

‘Good. Now you enjoy your time alone, ok? your facemask is still in the fridge and the bath bombs are in the bottom drawer.’

‘Thank you Chenle.’

‘It’s my pleasure,’ he kisses you again, ‘and I’ll be back to give you a shoulder massage before you know it!’

‘Mhm, still, make sure she behaves,’ you hum, leaning across to give Caihong a kiss on the cheek. Caihong then turns her head, to properly give you a kiss on the lips.

‘Have fun beautiful,’ you smile, ‘be good for daddy.’

‘Bye Mama,’ she waves her hand, and with that, she and Chenle leave.

You watch out the window while Chenle buckles her into her carseat and drives away into the early morning.

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‘Zhong Caihong!’ Renjun hollers, skipping down the corridor towards Chenle and the giggling baby.

‘She is in an incredible mood for an early morning,’ Chenle comments haphazardly.

‘She’s so precious… complete opposite of you,’ Renjun quips, laughing at Chenle’s face of annoyance.

At that point a few other of the members appear, sans Haechan.

‘Ahh there’s my favourite niece!’ Jisung beams, taking Caihong out of Chenle’s arms who is still shrieking at all of the newfound attention.

‘Chenle, they need you in the studio, Donghyuck’s just finishing up,’ Mark relays the managers information.

Today they were recording the baking track for a rearranged version or Rainbow that they were going to perform at an end of year award show. It wouldn’t be too difficult of a task, only light vocals to go alongside eventual live vocals.

You and Chenle always said Caihong’s name was a bit of an accident. Chenle pushed very hard for it, for reasons you didn’t originally understand until it dawned on you one day that Caihong was literally rainbow in Chinese. Chenle swears up and down he didn’t name her that as a sort of mark of fondness towards his life with the dreamies, but you knew otherwise.

Entering the studio, Chenle was given the usual water and lyric sheet. Reading over the lyrics always make him somewhat emotional, considering he could apply it to both his six best friends and his daughter.

‘Ready to go?’ The assistant asks through the intercom and Chenle holds his thumb up as an affirmative.

After a few seconds, the intro begins to play.

‘At the end of the cold rain, on the blue sky

I look at the rainbow light that is particularly clear.’

‘Uncles,’ Caihong mutters into Mark’s ear as she watches the remaining members stretch and get ready for dance practice.

‘Clever girl,’ Mark praises, bouncing the little girl in his arms, ‘you’re absolutely right.’

‘A rainbow that connects you and my heart.’

‘Where’s Mae?’ Caihong questions, referring to Mark’s daughter who she occasionally saw at various gatherings.

‘She’s at home with her mummy/mommy,’ Mark explains.

‘Oh.’

Not long later, Chenle is finished with the final recordings, and joins everybody else in the dance studio to begin stretching.

Jeno is pretty much done warming up, so decides to humour Caihong by pretending to bench-press her.

’Nono don’t,’ Caihong utters her nickname for Jeno, still shrieking wildly.

‘Ugh yeah, you’re probably right, you’re getting heavier and heavier.’

At this point Chenle comes over, ‘come on Caihong, let’s leave uncle Jeno alone and sit down for a bit.’

Chenle takes Caihong over to a sofa in the corner of the practice room, where she can sit with a female member of staff as well as being in Chenle’s sight.

While the members work on their dance routine for the awards show, Chenle watches out of the corner of his eye as the staff member attempts to distract Caihong with various toys from her backpack.

Chenle feels somewhat sorry for the staff member, as he knows how easily distracted and bored his one year old can get.

One minute she wants to play with the Peppa Pig figures, next minute she wants the Snorlax build-a-bear she (you) had made a few months ago, and the next she’s standing up on the sofa, giggling before jumping so that she lands on her bottom.

‘Do you want water Caihong?’ The staff member asks, eventually assisting Caihong in drinking from a tiny cup.

After half an hour or so, Caihong was becoming increasingly restless, bored from lack of stimulation and missing her father.

‘Maybe we should have a break for a bit,’ Mark suggests, seeing Caihong out of the corner of his eye.

‘I agree,’ Renjun nods, ‘but only so I can play with my niece!’

Chenle chuckles, crossing the room to reach his daughter.

’Thank you for looking after her,’ Chenle thanks the staff member, picking up his daughter and bringing her back to her uncles.

When lowered down to the ground she immediately gravitates towards Renjun and Mark.

‘Hi beautiful girl!’ The members fawn over her, commenting on how big she’s gotten and trying to engage her in some play.

‘Who’s that?’ Jaemin asks, pointing to her Snorlax teddy.

’Snore-lah!’ She shrieks, thrusting the teddy at Jaemin, who takes it.

‘Did you come here to see your daddy?’ Jeno questions.

’See daddy sing!’ She squeals, still giggling.

‘Wow, Chenle, her speech is so good,’ Haechan commends the younger member, clapping him on the back.

‘I know,’ Chenle nods, ‘she says so much now, sometimes we have full blown conversations. It’s scary. Makes me realise she’s growing up.’

’Daddy sing,’ she repeats, this time placing her tiny hand on Chenle’s knee for effect.

‘You want to hear a song?’ Mark asks her, leaning closer to her level.

‘Yeah!’

‘She likes Dear Dream,’ Chenle informs them, ‘it’s her favourite.’

‘I guess we know what we’re singing then,’ Jisung chuckles.

‘Ready?’ Mark, ever the leader, questions the others.

‘One, two, three..’

Chenle starts;  ‘Don't forget a single thing on a distant night a star will comfort you that'll be me.’

Caihong noticeably perks up a bit, recognising the song.

Renjun continues, ‘No one can understand our importance to each other.’

Then Donghyuck, ‘you exist in my heart.’

All seven then begin to sing, loudly and obnoxiously, sounding almost like a drunken choir, prompting Caihong to laugh melodically.

‘I’ll be your home oh oh, I’ll be your home.’

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‘Did she have a nice time?’ You speak before you see Caihong dead to the world in Chenle’s arms.

‘Oh,’ you trail off mid sentence, keeping quiet as to not disturb the sleeping girl.

‘She has a great time. We had a nice sing-a-long together, although she wasn’t really saying any real words, just shrieking the melody.’

‘Looks like she’ll be taking after you,’ you chuckle.

‘Oh I don’t think I could handle the threat of another singer in this house,’ Chenle laughs quietly.

‘You’ll just have to learn how to deal with it,’ you respond, ‘thank you for taking her out for the day, I’m sure she had so much fun.’

‘She did. I’m gonna go try and get some PJs on her and then I’ll put her down for a nap.’

‘Alright,’ you nod, ‘then I may just have to cash in that massage.’

pairing: bestfriend chenle x gn!reader | G: fluff | W: none Requested? Yes

[21:02]

"Wait. I'll go get the pillows and the blankets." you said scurrying off since bestfriend!chenle thought that it's fun to build a blanket fort.

"Hey! Help me here, it was your idea and your just eating snacks."

"Yeah, Yeah."

Sitting underneath the 'poorly' made blanket fort you positioned your laptop on the end of your bed so both of you can see.

You feel hot throughout the movie. Because your sitting underneath a blanket fort that both of you had made, watching a silly disney movie, sitting close to each other, shoulder to shoulder.

The movie ended and you insisted that it's best to sleep since it's late.

Tossing and turning yourself around the bed. Your eyes shut open. The two of you can't seem to sleep.

"Hey-" you both said in unison.

"Can't sleep?" chenle said giggling

"Yeah..." you open your lamp.

"You know..." he started "i liked you for a very long time... remember that time when you helped me when i fell off the swing? that's when i realized that i liked-"

You didn't let him finish instead you crash your lips against his. Lips dancing, molding against each other like two puzzle pieces combined. Stopping to catch your breaths

"What if... I liked you ever since I helped you when you fell off the swing?"

A/N: omg im sorry if this took a very long time

Requests: Open!

‘Y/NNNNNN!’ You had just enough time to turn towards the shriek of your name before you were barrelled into. You felt the air leave your lungs and two arms come to wrap tightly around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly as you were spun in a circle. Your own arms wound around their neck, from muscle memory more than anything else as you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your mouth.

Chenle eventually put you down and you immediately took a deep breath.

‘Jesus, Chenle I think you just winded me slightly.’ You laughed, placing a hand on your chest to feel your rapid heartbeat. 

Your boyfriend simply laughed at you, reaching up to gently pat you on the head before leaning in to place a kiss to your cheek.

‘Well you’d better get used to it, because that’s how I’m going to greet you every time I see you.’ He confessed, giggling again at your expression.

‘You’re going to knock the breath out of me every time I see you?’ You questioned him. You knew that by now you should be used to Chenle’s antics but he still found a way to surprise you.

‘Why not? You always take my breath away when I see you, I’m simply returning the favour.’ He grinned, watching as you tried not to smile at his teasing. You gave up eventually, bursting out into a fit of laughter to hide how flustered you actually were.

‘Ok fine, you win. That was good one. How long have you been waiting to use that?’

‘About three weeks.’ Chenle admitted, watching as you laughed again.

One thing Chenle loved the most about you, was your laugh. And the fact that that beautiful sound happened because of him was a blessing he never knew he could be so grateful for. Jisung often made fun of him for this, but Chenle couldn’t listen to your laugh without smiling himself. There was something so infectious about your happiness that, no matter how bad of a day he had had, one look at your smile could make Chenle feel like nothing was wrong in the world.

‘God I love you.’ You said to him, his face lighting up at your sudden confession.

He pulled you back in by the waist, leaning into you as he whispered a confession of his own.

“Thank you, but what the hell time is it?” He asked, the gravelly drawl of his morning voice affecting you probably more than it should have at this point in your relationship.

“It’s half 6. I wanted to come by early so we could spend time together before you had to go to work. Let me in.” You pawed at the duvet he was lying under. He rolled his eyes, jokingly, lifting the corner and shuffling backwards to create room for you. You climbed in, wrapping your arms around his waist and burrowing your face into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his citrusy body wash and remnants of his way-too-expensive cologne. He gently rested one arm over your body, wrapping the duvet around you as he rested his chin on your head.

“You’re cold.” He murmured into your hair.

“I know I’m cold, that’s why I wanted in.” You replied just as quietly, a mischievous smile growing on your face as you cuddled into his body even more.

“I thought it was because you loved me.” He pouted.

“That too, I guess.”

You lay there in a comfortable silence for a moment, so still that Chenle had genuinely thought for a moment you had fallen asleep.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, and you looked up at him in response.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” You smiled, leaning up and gently pressing your lips against his. Two years together, and something as simple as soft kisses in his bed still made you heart flutter.

“I love you more.”

“Well that’s just impossible.”

“I came to your house at 6 o’clock in the morning just to say happy birthday.”

“...Yeah, you are a bit whipped aren’t you?”

Needless to say, if Chenle hadn’t properly woken up before, you hitting him in this face with a pillow made sure he was now.

The excess cocoa dust that flies out of the packet you just opened tickles your nose and makes you scrunch your eyes together as you feel a sneeze approaching. You rub your nose to get rid of the feeling, at the same time trying to keep an eye on the milk that’s steaming on the stove in front of you. As you shut off the stove and move the milk away from the heat, your phone dings with a notification.

“You have a memory from one year ago today!”

Tilting your head, you try to remember what exactly you were doing on this day last year, and a shy smile crosses your face when you realize you were probably with Chenle. Your suspicions are confirmed when you open the app and look at the automated photo album filled with pictures of you and Chenle on this day last year.

At that time, your relationship was only a few months old and the pictures you took were a bit awkward— smiling brightly in every picture, trying to get your best angles, finding the best lighting. It makes you laugh out loud into your empty kitchen; the pictures you and Chenle take now are so much more different— filled with funny faces that neither of you would dare to post on social media, and mostly candids taken in the moment when you just want to cherish the memories from that time not only in your head, but also in a more permanent place.

Walking to the big window in your living room, you glance through the blinds to see snow falling gently onto the dimly lit streets, similar to what the scenery looks like in the photos in your hand. A sudden wave of melancholy hits you. You miss Chenle, a lot.

You miss him all the time, actually, but today it hurts you a bit more that he’s so far away from you. You fall onto the couch, your hot chocolate forgotten in the kitchen as you press the call button on Chenle’s contact. He answers in one ring.

“Isn’t it late over there? What are you doing up?” You laugh a bit at how he immediately starts to nag at you, kicking your feet up and over the back of the couch so that your head is on the seat.

“I was thinking about you, and I started to miss you.” You answer truthfully, turning your head to look at the electric piano that sits idly by the window, collecting dust now that Chenle hasn’t been here for a few weeks to play on it. You remember a few months ago when Chenle was over at your place so often, his belongings made their way over, too. From clothes, to toiletries, to decorations he bought to make your place look better, to this piano that he would always nag about being uncomfortable to play on. But when you told him to go home and play on his own professional grand piano, he would mumble something about how the atmosphere was better at your place, and continued on practicing.

“Why would you think about me? Now you miss me, and I miss you, and we’re both miserable.” You can’t help but laugh at his tone, joking yet truthful. “What are we gonna do about this?” He asks, and you hear him sigh on the other side of the phone. An idea pops into your head after you remember the picture you were just looking at.

“Can you play me something? On the piano?” You ask hopefully.

“You know I’m a musician, I don’t play for free. How are you going to pay me?”

“With kisses and cuddles when you come back home?”

“Deal.” You smile at how quickly Chenle is bought and get comfy in your position, closing your eyes as Chenle shuffles around on the other side of the line.

The bad quality of sound through the phone couldn’t stop Chenle’s playing from sounding beautiful. You can almost imagine how his skilled fingers move over the keys like he knows each individual black and white ivory well. The song he plays starts out sad sounding, but soon turns full and romantic with the addition of the lower notes and as the melody progresses. Soon, the song speeds up and the flurry of notes at the end feel like they're falling at the same time as the snow outside. The song then fades out with one last note and Chenle lets it ring for a bit before raising his fingers off of the keys.

“Y/N?” After the song ends, Chenle picks up the phone, but he’s only met with your heavy breathing. He smiles a bit, hoping that you’re somewhere comfortable and warm as you sleep tonight. “Good night, I love you.”

He ends the call, a smile still lingering on his face. His heart feels heavy as he begins to miss nights like this with you, but at the same time he feels sentimental about spending times like this with you, since they only make the time you spend in each other’s presence that much sweeter.

Before Chenle puts his phone down, he gets a notification that lights up his screen, highlighting the picture of you as his background. Chenle’s smile widens at the notification and he swipes his phone open.

the first thing you register when you step outside is not the car in your driveway, but the rambunctious laugh across the street.

zhong chenle playing basketball, shooting some hoops on the street with his best friend, jisung—at school, chenle is loud, friendly, and popular. at home, he’s your obnoxiously noisy neighbor who always has his friends over.

with a roll of your eyes you jog down the driveway and greet your grandmother, putting a hand out to help her out. she’s always been a bit eccentric, but she’s coming to stay with your family this summer. “hi, grandma,” you greet cheerfully as she steps out.

“hello sweetheart,” she trails mindlessly, as if she’s beginning to doze off. all you do is smile and reach into the backseat. when you pull out her suitcase, she speaks again, and you realize she’s staring at you with large eyes. “the string...”

you blink.

the invisible string of fate is an old tale of course, tying soulmates together. they say there are a few gifted ones who can see the thread which ties inevitable lovers together. your grandmother had always claimed to be one of them.

with wide eyes, you look to where she’s changed her focus. across the street, with intrigued eyes, she stares at none other than zhong chenle, whose basketball buddy has disappeared.

no. no way.

he seems to catch you both staring, so chenle smiles brightly and waves over at you. “hi y/n!”

“no, no, grandma—not him, please.”