Dino x reader || they didn’t expect chan to already be this grown.
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the funniest part is that chan swore he warned them.
he kept saying it all week, too. “don’t be weird. she cooked. behave.” but they all acted like he was exaggerating, like this was still baby maknae chan who barely remembered to eat on tour.
it’s almost funny watching their faces when you open the door.
your house is quiet, clean, soft. candles lit. something simmering on the stove. chan leans in behind you, hand on your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world, telling them to take off their shoes because you just mopped.
they freeze.
seungcheol actually whispers, “chan… lives like this?”
mingyu’s looking around your kitchen like he just stepped into a drama set. “bro… is that matching cookware?”
chan just shrugs, already in host mode. “yeah. she picked it. wash your hands before you sit.”
you’re plating dinner while they file in, still kind of stunned. chan meets your eyes across the counter, that small smile he only gives you, the one where his whole face relaxes. he helps you without even asking where anything goes. he already knows.
jun leans over to jeonghan and mutters, “they move like they’ve been married five years.”
you hear that. you pretend you didn’t.
chan sets the table, brushing your shoulder every time he passes. you nudge him with your hip once and he tries not to smile too big in front of them, but fails. miserably.
when everyone finally sits, the members try to act normal. they can’t. not when chan keeps checking if you’ve eaten yet, quietly taking chicken off his own plate to put on yours. not when he stands up mid-conversation to refill your glass without you asking.
seokmin is staring. “chan… when did you get like this?”
chan just blinks. “like what?”
you answer for him, laughing. “he’s always been like this.”
he looks proud of that. ridiculously proud.
after dinner, you’re doing dishes and chan is drying beside you, moving in sync without talking. the members watch from the couch like it’s a nature documentary.
wonwoo finally says what they’re all thinking. “chan looks like a husband.”
chan hears it. doesn’t deny it. he just glances at you, soft as ever, bumping your shoulder again.
“get used to it,” he says. “this is just… us.”
and the members finally get it. their maknae grew up. quietly. gently. right next to you.
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SYNOPSIS: You stay late to practice and accidentally fall asleep in the studio. Chan finds you and his reaction is softer than you expect.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hiiii! i wanted to write something small n sweet, so here’s a tiny chan drabble for u guys <3 thank u sm for all the love on my recent posts, i appreciate u more than u know!! enjoy! n take care
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MASTERLIST:
You didn’t mean to fall asleep.
You were supposed to be practicing, just running the chorus a few more times before heading back to the dorm. But the studio was warm, the lights were dim, and the couch was way too comfortable for its own good.
So when Chan came looking for you, he found you curled up on the far end of the sofa, hoodie half‑zipped, hair messy, breathing soft and even.
He stopped in the doorway.
Just… stopped.
His voice dropped to a whisper without him even thinking about it. “…oh.”
He walked in quietly, closing the door with the gentlest click. He set his water bottle down, shrugged off his jacket, and crouched beside you.
Your hand was still loosely holding your phone, screen dimmed, music paused mid‑practice.
“You worked too hard again, starting to become like me” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
You didn’t stir.
Chan smiled. That soft, warm smile he only ever showed when no one else was around. He reached for the blanket draped over the back of the couch and pulled it over you, tucking it around your shoulders.
Then he hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then he sat down beside you, leaning back into the cushions. Your head naturally tipped toward him, landing against his shoulder like it belonged there.
He froze. Then melted.
Very slowly, he rested his cheek on top of your head.
“Sleep,” he whispered, voice low and fond. “I’ll wake you later.”
He didn’t. He ended up falling asleep too — one arm around you, both of you breathing in sync, the studio quiet except for the soft hum of the speakers.
Two overworked idols, knocked out on the same couch.
Chan's lips stained your neck in kisses, and his breath was hot against your skin. He was greedily finger fucking you against the bathroom door while warning you to stay quiet with hushed reminders. Your friends were beyond the door just steps away.
"Couldn't wait for the party to end, could you?" he rasped as he nipped at your ear.
"Needed you now," you breathed shakily, chest arching against his.
He yanked your dress up even more so that it was around your waist and shoved your panties to the side again to add a third. You moaned so loudly that he rushed to cover your mouth. You both froze to see if anyone outside had heard.
You could hear your heart thumping in your ears as you both stayed silent. At first there wasn't any noise, but then someone took their turn in drunk Jenga and the tower collapsed causing chaos to erupt as they blamed Changbin for the mess. You sighed in relief and fell forward against his shoulder, biting down just to remain in control of yourself.
"Fuck baby. Are you going to cum for me?" he groaned when he felt you throb around his fingers, when he felt you close in on the seventh orgasm in the last three days.
You nodded breathlessly and clutched his shirt to remain upright. Everything felt so heightened with Chan...especially with the added fun of trying not to get caught.
He began rolling your clit with his thumb as he curled his fingers inside you. He'd learned this particular move would have you finishing in seconds and brought it out often.
When you finally collapsed, he rammed his lips against yours to capture every moan and every whimper, to prolong the perfect high only he could provide even if only for a few extra seconds.
"You're always so fucking needy (Y/N)," he praised while washing his slick hand in the sink and holding your waist against the counter with the other so he could keep kissing you.
"It's your fault," you complained with a lazy smile. "You spoil me by making it feel so good every time."
Chan laughed and let your dress fall to cover your thighs again, before drying off and leaning against the door with a playful glimmer. "See you soon," he grinned before leaving you alone in the bathroom. The plan was always the same...you'd wait four minutes and then return so that nobody would suspect you'd decided to take a sex break together.
You'd left your phone on the game table, so you did the mental math and headed out to the group to find them working hard to rebuild the tower. Nobody seemed to notice a thing except Lee Know who rolled his eyes. He was a germaphobe and less than pleased to know you two had been messing around in his bathroom...again.
You hadn't meant for anyone to find out, but the previous weekend you and Chan had gotten so caught up in each other that you'd forgotten to lock the door. Lee Know had walked right in mid-makeout to find a shirtless Chan pressing against you on the bathroom counter.
You were lucky that was all he saw...
"I'm sorry Lee Know," you told him, apologizing as you washed out the snack dishes he'd laid out. Everyone else had left, but you stayed behind to help him clean up...it was the least you could do.
"I don't get why you don't just tell people you're dating," he complained. "Then you wouldn't have to sneak off to my bathroom, and you could do whatever it is you want to do in the comfort of your own homes."
"We're not dating," you reminded him with an exaggerated huff. "And besides, Han doesn't need to know." Your roommate was part of the reason that you and Chan were forced to sneak around. The other part was his roommate, Jeongin. It would make everything awkward if they found out about your overly friendly hangouts.
"Whoa wait a minute? You two are sleeping together, right?" he asked.
"Right," you answered as you closed the overflowing dishwasher.
"But you're not dating?"
"Exactly," you said, unsure why he was confused.
"This is a recipe for disaster. I hope you know that," Lee Know warned just as Chan rounded the corner with a bucket, gloves, and a spray bottle of bleach.
"Your bathroom is spotless," Chan told him before opening the cabinet beneath the sink to restore his cleaning supplies. You hadn't even made a mess (except on Chan's fingers), but you knew he did it for Lee Know's peace of mind.
"Great," Lee Know answered in a monotone as he watched Chan wrap his arm around your waist and kiss your cheek. With just Lee Know there, he had no reason to hide anymore. "Chan, why aren't you two dating if you're sleeping around?"
"Simple," Chan shrugged as he held you. "We don't want to complicate it."
Lee Know snorted as if it were the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "Right and sneaking behind everyone's backs is super easy."
Chan went to argue but you urged him not to. You didn't want to fight with Lee Know...not about this. "We'll stop using your bathroom as a refuge on game night, okay?" you offered.
Lee Know looked close to taking the deal but eventually shook his head. "No, it's fine. I don't want you guys to stop coming over just because I don't get whatever you're doing. Just...be careful, okay? I don't want to have to pick sides if things end badly."
You nodded, promising to do just that, and let Chan guide you outside to walk home. You were both a little tipsy from Changbin's punch, but it only made the summer night that much more alive. The stars seemed to glow, the grass seemed to sway, and all the while your hands stayed tight as smiles played on your lips.
Chan would glance at you with his adorable dimpled smirk, and you'd giggle shyly before trying to run away from him...unsuccessfully of course, because you never let go of his hand.
"This is me," you announced once in your driveway.
He twirled you into his chest, and you gasped in surprise. You kissed him when he leaned in, both of you smiling at the softness of it all. "Are you going to Hyunjin's tomorrow for movie night?" he asked, fingers tracing the curves of your cheeks.
"Mhm," you informed him. "Save me a seat?" you asked with a flutter of your lashes.
"Always," Chan promised before giving you one last kiss to release you to your home. You walked backwards for a bit, too infatuated to look away, before finally turning and sprinting through your lawn to your porch.
You'd just opened the door when a yelp left your lips. Han was standing there with wide eyes and a bowl of cereal in hand. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Are you okay?" you asked him as you waved your hand in front of his face. He'd yet to move and seemed turned to stone.
One by one his muscles awoke until he was grinning at you like a cheshire cat, teeth exposed from ear to ear. "You're dating Chan?" he asked excitedly, nearly jumping up and down for joy.
"No I'm just..." you began but Han was already squeezing you tight. He'd wanted you to date him forever...even before you'd moved in with him.
"I need to call Lee Know!" he cheered. "And Changbin...Oh! and Jeongin...he owes me $20."
Han ran off before you could stop him, and truthfully you didn't care what he told them. You were too tipsy and feeling too good from your moment in the bathroom and that perfect goodnight kiss to scold Han for being a nosy gossip.
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You regretted letting Han text everyone the night before, and had asked him to take it back, but he refused. He said it was the best news he'd heard all year and that everyone else agreed.
All eyes were on you and Chan the second you got to movie night. He hadn't even had to save your seat because everyone else was eager to watch the two of you. 7 sets of eyes stared as you took the spot on the couch beside Chan that Felix had announced as 'your special seat'. Seungmin whistled from the next chair over and when Chan put his arm around you, Changbin made a kissy noise.
"So I take it Han saw us?" Chan realized, noticing right away how stressed you were to be observed like a cell under a microscope.
"Yeah," you answered, wiggling a little apart from him and placing your hands over the blanket so that they wouldn't assume you were touching him anywhere.
Chan furrowed his brows and scooted closer again until you were squished between the arm of the couch and his muscled form. Hyunjin winked at you, and that was the last straw. You pulled yourself up and excused yourself to go to the bathroom; a single set of footsteps followed you.
"What are you doing?" you asked Chan when he snuck his way into the bathroom with you.
"I thought that was code for 'Hey Chan, let's make out'. Is it not?" he teased, already trying to go in for a kiss.
You backed away and put your hand on his chest to hold him at an arm's distance.
"What? Not in the mood?" he frowned.
"They're all watching us, Chan," you told him, skin crawling at the idea of them imagining the two of you together.
"So?" Chan chuckled, completely unbothered by their attention.
"So I don't want to deal with the questions and having to overthink how to act in front of them or the jokes," you complained with crossed arms. "I wanted it to stay a secret."
"Me too...but it didn't, and honestly who cares? They're our friends. They're just happy that we're..."
"Dating?" you interjected, your voice like a whip. "They think we're dating Chan."
"Again...who cares?" he asked as he ran his hands down the sides of your folded arms. You were tense, and he was trying to unravel you.
You shrugged him off. "Maybe this was a mistake, Chan. I don't want to screw with the dynamics of our friend group by sleeping with you."
Chan pulled back right away with a pained look. If you didn't know better, you'd thought you punched him straight in the chest.
"Fine," Chan agreed with a clenched jaw. You could tell right away that you'd upset him, but you hadn't meant to. You simply wanted to be his friend again without all of the drama.
"Chan, I'm not trying to push you away, I just..."
"No, I get it. See you out there, friend."
The bathroom door slammed shut, and you followed him out only to find that he'd squeezed in between Lee Know and Han. You sat beside your roommate and stole a handful of popcorn to munch on as your frustration burned.
"Did you break up already?" Han whispered as the movie began.
You pretended not to hear him.
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Chan skipped the group workout the next day and dinner at Jeongin's the day after that. Even though Chan was meant to be one of the hosts, Jeongin claimed that he had a date, something that made you sick to your stomach to hear.
"A date?" you asked Jeongin again, unwilling to believe it.
"Yeah," he relayed the news gently. "A girl gave him her number at the coffee house a few weeks ago, but he was busy with you I guess."
You shoved a fry into your mouth, biting down on it angrily. The poor little fry never saw it coming.
You texted everyone to confirm attendance for the hangout at your place the next day. This was incredibly uncommon as everyone just assumed that everyone would be there, but you needed to know if Chan was coming. He'd ignored your texts and calls to talk through things for days, and if he was going to skip friend events, you needed to know why.
Han: Duh...I live there
Felix: have I ever missed the chance to beat you in video games? what are we playing tomorrow btw?
Seungmin: when have you ever beat anyone @felix lol
Seungmin: i'm bringing the good chips...han keeps buying store brand
Han: sorry not all of us are rich seungmin
Seungmin: tell that to your $900 sneakers han
Han: they were half off
The rest of them liked the message to confirm intention to show up...all except Chan.
You were busy prepping the breakfast bar that Han had requested for dinner when he shouted that he needed to run out to get blueberry syrup for Hyunjin's pancakes.
He slipped his shoes on and was out the door before you could even suggest that he just have Hyunjin grab some on his way. You'd just finished making the cinnamon batch when the first guest arrived with a knock at the door.
"Come in!" you shouted as you flipped the flapjack over.
"Han just ran out to grab..." you began as you whipped around only to find Chan standing there with a gallon of orange juice in hand.
"Hey," he muttered in a shameful voice.
"Hey," you replied, unsure of what to even say to your ex friends-with-benefits who had kept another girl in his back pocket the whole time.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked, eyeing the containers of fruit like a godsend.
"You can dice," you permitted, watching as he set the juice down and washed his hands before taking the knife and beginning his task with the utmost seriousness. "Not slice. Dice. They have to fit in the pancake batter," you corrected when he started working on the first strawberry.
He nodded and worked silently as you continued making the pancakes, now onto the chocolate chip ones. You watched the clock on the stove tick by, first ten minutes and then twenty. Nobody else had shown up, and you were about to text Han to see where everyone was when another knock cut through the silence.
It was as though you and Chan had been holding your breath.
He left to get the door and returned a few seconds later with flowers in hand...and no second guest.
"Flowers?" he asked with a pout. "Did you have a date or something?"
You snatched them away with an eye roll and set them on the dining table. "No Chan. I didn't have a date. That was all you."
"I didn't have a date?" Chan scoffed at the mere idea of such a thing.
You were incredibly confused by everything going on and stole the card to see who had sent the roses.
Dear (Y/N) and Chan
You are both being stupid.
I told Chan you had a date, and he cried for like an hour. That's the real reason he skipped dinner.
"You did?" you frowned, turning to see his red face and nonchalant shrug.
I told (Y/N) that Chan had a date, and she nearly chipped a tooth from chewing her fries so hard.
"I did not," you answered out loud as Chan smiled in amusement while imagining it.
You both like each other, but you're both too stupid to say it, so I'm saying it. Be happy. Enjoy your date. Han and I invited everyone over to Lee Know's instead so you have the place to yourself (winky face).
-Jeongin (& Han)
You turned the card over in your hands in disbelief. You felt like you'd been stripped naked and forced to say your biggest fears out loud. You liked Chan...you maybe even loved him and despite doing everything in your power to convince yourself and everyone else that you didn't, they saw right through the act.
"So..." Chan began shyly.
"So..." you trailed off as you flicked the card down to the table.
"That's a lot of pancakes for two people," he teased, eying the mountain of flapjacks that had been meant to feed nine.
"I don't know, I've seen you eat," you joked back, glad that the note had made everything a little more normal between the two of you.
He smiled...he smiled his beautiful dimpled smile because of your ridiculously lame joke and for a second everything was still. You just stood there, staring at him as all the words you'd wanted to say escaped you.
"I'm really glad you didn't have a date," he confessed, the words the first indication that any of the note had been true.
"And I'm glad..." you began just as the fire alarm sounded off.
Chan glanced at the stovetop where chocolate chip pancake number 13 was burning to a crisp and grabbed the pan to carry it outside. He set it on the sidewalk and ran back in to grab a cup of water to toss at it as you watched in shock.
When he returned you burst into a fit of laughter...you couldn't help it. It was relief times a million to know he wasn't with anyone else and that the house hadn't burned down and (most of all) to know your feelings were mutual.
Chan laughed, too. He laughed on the walk from the doorway to the kitchen. He laughed as he lifted you to the counter. And he laughed as he stood between your legs for a smoky, messy kiss.
Jeongin was right...you both had been stupid...too stupid to show the other how stupidly in love you were until your friends forced your hand.
I was wondering if you could do a F 9th member comfort story? The 9th member losing a loved one; where she finds out over the phone during practice or an outing. And the boys comfort her and support her through her grief.
When the Music Paused - Stray Kids x Fem!Reader
Genre: Angst, Comfort, Found Family
Warning: Grief, loss of a loved one (illness), emotional breakdown, mentions of terminal illness
Summary: You've always danced with purpose to honor the person who first believed in your dream. But when the loss you've feared finally arrives, you're not alone. Your members hold you together when everything else falls apart.
Your grandmother was the first person who ever told you that your voice was meant for more than quiet living rooms and late-night karaoke.
She wasn’t loud or famous. She didn’t sing herself. But she listened, really listened like every note you sang was magic. When you were a kid, she used to say, “Promise me you’ll keep chasing that dream, even when it’s hard. Especially then.”
And you did.
Even when the world told you no.
Even when training pushed your body past its limits.
Even when you found yourself in a room with eight boys, all bursting with talent, wondering if there was still space for you.
But it was her voice gentle, steady, always proud that kept you grounded.
So when she got sick, you were the first one to call every night. When chemo made her too weak to speak, you texted long updates after practice. You sent voice notes from the studio. She always replied with little hearts and “So proud of you, my little star.”
Then… the replies slowed.
“She’s resting a lot more now,” your cousin explained on the phone two weeks ago. “But she still plays your songs when she’s awake.”
You wanted to go see her. But your comeback was around the corner, and the last thing she said before she stopped calling was:
“Don’t stop for me. You’re already making me proud.”
So you kept going.
You pushed harder. Danced sharper. Sang longer.
Because if she had limited time, you wanted to make sure she saw you shining before she left.
You never thought the moment would come when she wouldn’t be there to see it.
It was a regular practice day. Sweaty, loud, exhausting.
Han was goofing off during the cooldown stretches, Hyunjin pretending to be annoyed while hiding a grin. Minho was unusually focused probably because he had a bet going with Jeongin about who would mess up first during recording. Changbin is busy talking how he absolutely nailing his leg days. Felix handed you your water bottle like always, his smile calm and grounding.
And for a moment, things felt normal.
Your phone buzzed. You ignored it at first, expecting a delivery update or maybe a company group text. But then it buzzed again. And again.
You checked the screen.
Three missed calls from your cousin.
Then a message:
"Please call me. It’s about Halmoni."
Your stomach dropped.
Without a word, you stepped out into the hallway, fingers trembling as you pressed the call button. The ringtone barely rang once.
“Hello?”
There was a shaky breath on the other end. you keep on waiting for the words to come but it nearly 5 minutes later when-
“She’s gone.”
The world cracked.
You didn’t hear the rest, something about how peaceful it was, how she waited until everyone left the room like she didn’t want to be watched. All you could hear was your own heart pounding, and a sound you didn’t recognize at first.
A sob. Yours.
Your phone slipped from your hand, clattering to the ground. You slumped against the studio wall, curling in on yourself like maybe if you got small enough, the pain wouldn’t find you.
Inside, the boys were chatting lightly while cooling down when Seungmin looked toward the door.
“She’s been out there for a while.”
Felix was already walking toward it. “I’ll check—”
He stopped short as he opened the door.
You were sitting on the floor, unmoving, arms wrapped around yourself, your chest rising in silent heaves. Your phone lay face-down nearby.
“Hyung—!” Felix’s voice cracked as he turned back toward the others.
The rest of them rushed out.
Minho was the first to kneel next to you, slowly, not touching yet. “Y/N?” His voice was gentle.
You couldn’t answer.
Chan crouched next, eyes scanning your face. “Talk to us. What happened?”
It took every ounce of breath to speak. You barely recognized your own voice. Your hand is shaky, your eyes is blurry, you feel like you on the edge of throwing up.
“Sh...She’s gone...."
They look at you in confused before Hyunjin slowly hold onto your shoulder, letting him looking at your soaking-wet face.
"Hey, take a deep breath. Slowly. Who's gone, Y/Nnie?"
You take a deep breath even though it feels like there's a deep nails and screws inside your lungs. Your bloodshot eyes looking at him with tears falling like a flood.
"My.... grandmother.”
Silence. Thick and heavy.
Then you fell forward, and Hyunjin caught you.
You sobbed into his chest, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. His arms held you like he’d never let go. You felt someone kneel beside you, Changbin. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, warm and steady, like a human anchor.
Felix was on your other side, whispering, “It’s okay, cry, we’re here,” over and over like a mantra.
Seungmin gently picked up your phone and placed it in your bag. Jeongin stood behind, biting his lip hard, eyes glassy.
Chan stayed crouched, watching it all, his face unreadable. Then he stood, clapped his hands once, and said firmly, “Practice is over. We’re going home.”
You shook your head, panic cutting through the fog. “I—I don’t want to go back to the dorm—”
“Not the dorm,” Chan said softly. “Home. My place. We’ll go together. You’re not being alone tonight.”
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They brought you to Chan’s apartment.
It was quiet, safe. The kind of silence that didn’t demand anything of you.
Minho tucked you into the couch with a blanket before you even had to ask. Jeongin brought you a hoodie, his own when you started shivering. Felix sat on the floor in front of you, hands resting gently on your knees, grounding you.
No one rushed you. No one filled the space with empty words.
When you started crying again, you tried to apologize.
Han shook his head and hugged you tighter. “Don’t. Please don’t. You don’t have to be okay.”
If only not, it sounds like he's also in a deep sorrow like you as if he can feel the pain of losing someone. Which he did.
Bang Chan brought you warm tea, sitting nearby like a quiet guardian. His voice, when he finally spoke, was soft but firm.
“You don’t have to talk now. But we’re not going anywhere. Sleep here. Stay as long as you want. Take all the time you need.”
You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. But you nodded.
And when you finally fell asleep, it was with your head resting on someone’s shoulder, the others nearby like a wall holding you up.
The next morning, you didn’t eat much.
You tried. But the moment food touched your lips, your throat closed up. It felt wrong to be hungry. To be normal.
They didn’t force you. Minho just left a plate nearby. Seungmin sat beside you, talking softly about a cat video he’d seen. Not loud enough to demand your laughter but just enough to remind you that the world still had small, warm things.
Later that afternoon, you found a note on the table in Felix’s handwriting:
“You don’t have to shine every day. But even stars need rest to keep glowing. We’ll wait for you.”
You cried again.
But this time, it didn’t feel like shattering.
It felt like healing.
A few days later, you found yourself sitting in the corner of the practice studio.
You weren’t ready to join. But you watched.
Han flailed dramatically during warm-up. Minho rolled his eyes but smiled. Jeongin made a goofy face at you. Seungmin looked over his shoulder and nodded toward the empty spot next to him.
“Come on,” he mouthed.
You hesitated. Then Chan offered his hand.
You stood.
The music started again. You weren’t perfect, actually far from it. You missed steps. Forgot moves.
But the boys adjusted their pace to you. They laughed when you tripped. Cheered when you hit a move right.
You are lying on a bed that doesn’t belong to you, in a room that isn’t yours. Even though the bedroom is lit in a soft, cool tone, it feels cozy and warm. As you lay there on your back, soaking in the blue light of the room, you notice Chris off to the side of the bed.
He’s sitting on the floor for some reason.
The mirrored closet across from him gives you the perfect view—his black tank top and sweats, the way he’s lounging. But most importantly, it gives you a clear view of his face. Brows furrowed, chewing on his bottom lip. He’s been concentrating on some game on his phone.
Every now and then, he updates you on what he’s doing—what fight, what upgrades, anything he deems important. You don’t really know what he’s talking about, but you love how happy it makes him.
As you lie on the bed, your arm stretched out, scratching his scalp, running your fingers through his soft hair; your mind is blissfully blank. You rest there with your eyes closed, without a worry in the world, just enjoying the soft sounds of his game and his excited voice as he talks to you about something that clearly matters to him.
At some point, you must have fallen asleep while fiddling with his silky locks, because you’re jostled awake by movement on the bed. You feel an arm scoop under your waist and a body slide between your legs as Chris makes himself comfortable. He nestles his head into your sternum, both of his arms winding under your lower back to hold you close.
As he settles, getting comfortable, he seems to melt into your warmth. You feel him breathe you in, then let out a long, steady breath—like dissolving into you was exactly what he needed, and nothing more.
You smile sleepily at the impromptu cuddle and wind your arms loosely around his shoulders. Your eyes drift toward the mirrored closet, catching a glimpse of the two of you. His face is turned toward the reflection, soft in the blue light, not a single worry line in sight. The peacefulness sends warmth blooming through your chest. You curl further into the bed, fingers slipping back into his hair as you both fall asleep.
The smell of food is what wakes you.
No longer is there a body covering you, just a thick, fluffy blanket that had been at the end of the bed before your spontaneous nap. You scoot to the edge, trying to find where you left your slippers with your feet, your mind still working to fully wake up. You shuffle down the hall past Chris’s roommate’s door, thankfully closed, considering the state your hair is probably in.
You make it to the kitchen to find Chris at the stove.
As you scan your surroundings, you notice it’s dark outside. Much too dark to be morning—or even evening—and you wonder if earlier you created a problem for present you. When you turn back toward the kitchen, you catch Chris noticing you. He smiles shyly.
“Hey,” he says softly, walking toward you and wrapping his arms around you—pinning your arms gently to your sides as he pulls you close.
You slump into him slightly, letting his frame consume you as you breathe in his warm scent. He holds you there for a moment before his hands slide up to your face, guiding you to look at him. His hands lifting your head from his chest, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then tilts your chin just enough to meet your eyes.
“Hi,” he says this time, a slight smirk pulling at his lips, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone.
You smile back in answer, your hands settling at his waist as you lean in, silently asking for more. He lets out a quiet chuckle, accommodating you with another soft kiss to your brow; the question already forming in his throat.
“Are you hungry? I’m making some late-night tteokbokki—with cheese and sausages.”
You open your mouth to answer, but he beats you to it.
“Yes—with extra cheese. Just like you like it.” Your face breaks into a grin as you hug him before slipping past him into the kitchen to help.
The tteokbokki is almost done by the time you get to the kitchen so you take over the sausages while he adds the last bit to the rice cakes. While you are prepping what are essentially hot dogs you decide to have fun with it and make them into little ‘octopus dogs’ something you would always do for the kids.
Chris looks at you with suspicion, and you can’t blame him because you are giggling to yourself at how silly they look. You had already cut them in half and were working on cutting the x’s into the ends when he came over to look over your shoulder.
“No!” You exclaim a bit too loudly for how late it is and how close he is to you in the kitchen. You hover over the cutting board to block his view as best you can.
“You can’t look yet.” You amend while still giggling and slightly hunching over the cutting board so he can’t see. “It’s a surprise.” He steps back hands raised with a soft laugh of his own.
“Ok, ok, I’ll wait. Just wanted to know what you were laughing about maniacally over there.” You gasp in fake shock at his description of your very cute and not at all crazy laugh when you turn to tell him exactly that.
He’s grinning from ear to ear when you turn fully. Arms loosely crossed over his chest, leaning against the opposite counter, waiting for your reaction to his very obvious bait.
“I’ll have you know,” you take a step towards him as he continues to smile. “That my laugh is very, VERY, cute, sir.” The last part is said with your finger poking his chest lightly.
His arms unfold as he keeps eye contact with you, hand gripping lightly around the offending hand poking him. He pulls you slowly towards his body until you’re aligned with him.
You note the way his eyes dip to your lips for just a moment, then back to your eyes. You can’t help the nervous shiver that runs through you. Yes, you and Chris had gotten closer, and you’d only been dating for a few short weeks, but you hadn’t kissed yet and now that’s all you can think about while looking into his eyes.
Your attention is grabbed by the way the tip of his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. You look back at his warm eyes to find them darker than before.
“Can I-” He starts but you nod your head before he even finishes the thought.
“Cute, Pretty Girl, but I need words.” He says it softly, but there is a warm taunt to it that you would have returned if you weren’t so nervous.
“Yes-” It comes out on a breath, barely even formed before he is on you. One hand cradling your jaw while his other drops your waist, pulling you unbearably closer.
Even though his hands are firm and insistent, his lips are so soft. He holds you close by the waist, but his hand on your jaw guides you slightly backwards. You gasp a little as he arches your back, and he takes that opportunity to bring your bottom lip between his teeth lightly.
He breaks the kiss after he lets go of your lip with heavy breaths. As he investigates your eyes you can see that his are dark and a bit unfocused. The pull towards him is magnetic as he corrects your posture. The hand on your waist travels up to the other side of your face and his thumb rubs under your bottom lip carefully.
“Sorry,” its whispered, breath puffing across your now wet lips. “I should hav- that was uh- a bit... much.” He finishes sheepishly.
“You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that though.” He admits, the shyness evaporated by the truth behind it.
Behind you, you hear a loud sizzle that makes you jump in his hands. He laughs at your expense, kisses your lips quick and chaste, then moves you behind him. You turn to see him tending to the rice cakes that are angirly sizzling on the stove now.
You blush profusely and go back to your cutting board, handing it to him to add to the sauce so they can warm through. He grabs it from you with a smile. He takes the pan off the heat, stirring once more like he needs the extra second to steady himself, then glances back at you over his shoulder.
“You gonna keep staring at me,” he teases lightly, “or help me plate this before it turns into glue?” You blink, realizing you’ve absolutely been staring.
“Shut up,” you mumble, but there’s no heat behind it. You grab two bowls from the cabinet, setting them down beside him. As you do, your shoulder brushes his arm, and a warmth blooms in your chest at the contact. He doesn’t move away, if anything, he leans into it just a fraction.
You end up on the couch instead of the table, bowls balanced in your laps, some random show playing low in the background that neither of you are really watching.
There’s an ease to it now. Chris nudges one of the sausages with his chopsticks, squinting at it.
“…Is this supposed to be cute or is it threatening me?” You huff a quiet laugh, sitting across from him.
“They’re octopus dogs. They’re adorable.”
“It looks like it’s about to crawl out of the bowl and fight me.”
“Eat it,” you say, pointing with the finger that’s holding your chopsticks. He raises his hands in surrender.
“Yes ma’am.”
Your knee bumps his when you shift, and his foot hooks lightly around yours like it’s nothing, like it’s been happening forever. Halfway through eating, you glance over at him.
“…So,” you start, casual, even though your heart gives a small, traitorous thump. “How long?”
“How long what?” He looks at you, mouth still full, brows pulling together.
“You said you’ve been wanting to do that.” You gesture vaguely between the two of you.
His chewing slows, swallows.
“…You really wanna know?”
“I mean, yeah. Kinda.” You shrug, trying to play it off, nervous suddenly. He leans back into the couch, seemingly studying you. One long arm stretching along the back behind you—not touching, just there.
“Since the first time I spent time with you. Before I ever got to ask you to be mine.” Your eyes flick to him with a bit of shock.
“What?” It comes out on reflex, not really having a coherent thought forming in your brain. He smiles a bit nervously fiddling with his chopsticks.
“You were talking about your kids. Yes, I realize that it is a weird time to want to kiss someone you’ve only known for a short time, but you- the way your face lit up? I just couldn’t help but think that I wanted to show you how beautiful you are.” He clears his throat a little, a bit unsure now with the amount of truth that is spilling past his lips.
You feel heat crawl up your neck at his kind words, still having trouble swallowing meaningful compliments that he always seems to give out so freely.
“I remember thinking…” He pauses, like he’s deciding how much to say. “…that I was in trouble.” Your stomach flips softly at that.
“Trouble?”
“Yeah.” His voice drops just a touch. “Like—if I let myself… I wasn’t gonna come back from it, but I was more than willing to let myself drown.” That lands heavier than you like, almost thinking that it’s too much. You look down at your bowl, pushing a rice cake around with your chopsticks.
“…And you still did it anyway?” The words come out in softer than you intended, like you aren’t sure of the sentence.
“Yeah,” he says simply. There’s no hesitation in it, no joke to soften it. You can’t help the breathy laugh that comes from your chest.
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A soft thought this time because I think I need it. I need a soft chan who take care of his girlfriend.you come home late and chan wanting for you in the sofa , the first thing you want it’s a hug so you walk at you boyfriend and you sit on his thighs and giving a chan a hug . I think it’s perfect and I want a big hug from chan …
Pairing: reader x bang chan
Warnings: mentions of being naked and removing clothes. although there is no explicit smut, it’s probably better to be safe so under 18 do not interact! Soft soft boyfriend Chan
A/N: Someone please teach me how to make better banners i have no artistic sense.
It had been a long day at work. You were still fuming over a coworker who complained about her workload constantly when the rest of the office knew she was barely doing anything. Tomorrow you were supposed to give her critiques on some projects she had been working on. You weren’t looking forward to it. At this point, your brain could barely function. Your shoulders ached and you were ready to get out of your uncomfortably stiff clothes and into something more relaxing.
“Hi sweetie,” Chan hummed as you came in the door. He was in the kitchen, washing up some plates leftover from breakfast.
You raised a hand, too tired to get out a full sentence.
“Ah,” He said. “One of those days.”
You padded into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed and began slowly taking off your pants.
Chan chuckled from the doorway. “Need help with that?”
You nodded, groaning as you twisted your body the wrong way and pain shot through your back. “Ow.” You finally mumbled.
Chan kissed your shoulder as he pulled off your jacket and began unbuttoning your shirt. “You know what’s a good cure for aches?”
“Chan I swear if you say sex-“
He laughed, moving down to unbutton your pants. “A bath. With Epsom salts. Though if you want sex…” He wriggled his eyebrows.
You pushed him away lightly. “A bath sounds lovely.”
He smiled, tossing a warm blanket over your undressed body. “Coming right up love.”
You heard Chan turn on the water in the attached bathroom and you curled into the blanket. “But will I even want to leave the bed?” You whispered to yourself.
You listened as Chan softly sang a new melody he was working on, as he finished the dishes, waiting for the bath to fill.
“Do you want some tea?” Chan asked.
“Who are you? What have you done with my boyfriend?” You joked back at him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The warmth of the blanket and the softness of the bed began to lull you. You closed your eyes and were about to drift to sleep when Chan grabbed your shoulder. “Bath’s ready.” You blinked up at him, soft brown curls framing his face. Chan offered you a hand and you slowly climbed out of bed, blanket still wrapped around you. Chan bowed. “This way your royalness.” You giggled and strode into the steam filled bathroom.
“I’ll go grab your tea.” Chan left, leaving the door only slightly ajar. You finished undressing and slipped into the warm bath water. You sighed, closing your eyes, feeling the stress of the day fading away.
You silently thanked your lucky stars for a man like Chan. He’d always been the romantic and caring type, but even more so the longer you had been dating. It had been the exact opposite with the other men you had dated. The longer you were together, the less interested they had been in really taking care of you. Chan should teach a class.
You felt something bump your toes and you realize Chan and put his favorite rubber ducky in the bath for you. You knew he would sing that absurd song as soon as he came in. You would groan and pretend to hate it and he would laugh and keep singing it until you laughed along. At this point it had become routine anytime the duck was pulled out, even if it wasn’t for a bath.
The door opened and Chan walked in with your cup of tea absolutely naked.
“What happened to your clothes?” You gestured wildly.
“I thought I might join you.”
“Chan, we’ve had this discussion. The bathtub is too small. Last time the neighbors got water damage to their ceiling!”
“Meh, ceiling, shmeiling, it can be replaced!”
“I don’t have the energy to argue.” You sighed.
“Yay!” He nudged you forward and slid in behind you. You settled back and he began to massage your shoulders.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day.”
You shrugged. “That’s life. You win some, you lose some.”
He kissed your neck. “I love that about you.”
“What?” You turned back to look at him.
“You’re so realistic. You don’t let days like today hurt you.”
“Well I don’t know if that’s true but I do try to think about perspective. I have a cutie like you here waiting for me.” You smiled. “And in the end, it’s only bad for me to hold on to things that stress me out. It doesn’t get me revenge or make the person I’m upset with feel bad. So, as the saying goes, it’s water off a duck’s back.”
“Speaking of ducks,” Chan reached for the rubber ducky.
“NO.”
He laughed, brought it up to your face, and began to sing.
