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☆ Genre: Idol!au, angst, fluff

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 2.1k

☆ A/N: Christopher, you lurker ... if you're reading this, then please, for the love of all of Australia, go get yourself checked out and look after yourself ... you can't keep scaring the life out of you AND me :(

She must have fallen asleep midway through her evening scrolling; Y/N was completely passed out when her phone abruptly vibrated in her hand. Being a light sleeper, Y/N's entire body jerked awake, and she dropped her phone onto the floor in the process. 

Yawning, Y/N rubbed her eyes and bent herself over the bed before scooping up her phone. The notification that was guilty of breaking her slumber made her eyes almost fall out of her skull. There was a missed call, and a couple of messages painted across the screen. 

She flitted her gaze to the time. It was nearly four in the morning … it was still dark out, rain lashing against the window, and the woman rubbed her eyes again before staring at her phone. 

Chris ♡: Hey 

Chris ♡: You up?? 

Y/N slapped her hand over her face. 

The man really was insane. 

Y/N: Why are you AWAKE??? 

Chris ♡: I was asleep … but …  

Chris ♡: Nevermind. Sorry for disturbing you … I didn't think 

Chris ♡: Go back to sleep hahaha ~~ 

His response automatically caused Y/N to frown. She knew Chan wouldn't call her that late if there wasn't anything wrong … he was too thoughtful of a man for that, whether he truly pondered over his actions or not. Sure, he might text her things for her to wake up to - but calling her? 

That was only reserved for emergencies. 

Before she could stop herself, Y/N pressed the call button beside his name. 

Chan picked up in an instant. His voice was muffled and slightly hoarse when he answered, and Y/N immediately felt her heart drop. 

“Hey … “ Chan cleared his throat. “I told you to go back to sleep.”

“I know,” Y/N said softly. “But you wouldn't have called me at this time unless there's something wrong. Are you okay?” 

Chan was quiet for a while. “I'm fine.” 

His two words sent alarm bells ringing in Y/N's mind. She sat up in her bed, cradling her hand around her phone almost as if she was imagining she was holding Chan's hand instead.

“I know you're not, baby,” Y/N whispered. “What's the matter? You know I'm here for you … right?” 

“I know … “ Chan's voice broke, and Y/N's eyes widened when she heard him sniff. 

She tightened her hand on her phone. He was trying his hardest to not cry, and it was breaking her heart. 

“What's wrong, hmm?” Y/N continued in her gentle way. 

“I'm … scared,” Chan admitted.  

Y/N's eyes fell shut at his words. “Scared of what, baby?”

“Sleeping,” Chan swallowed. “I … can't. I can't breathe properly and I … I woke up panicking, feeling like I'm about to die or something … it's so stupid but I just … I can't breathe, and I'm so tired … I just want to sleep and I can't because everything about me is fucked up, and - “ 

“It's okay baby,” Y/N crooned as she slipped out of her bed. She hunted around for her shoes and the nearest jacket she could find before darting out of her room. “You're not fucked up.” 

“I am,” Chan whispered, sniffing again. “And I'm so fucking tired of it.” 

Her own lip trembling at his words, Y/N scooped up her keys before darting out of the door. 

“Just take a deep breath for me, baby,” Y/N said in a calm voice, despite the erratic speed at which she was moving to get to him. “I'm almost there … “ 

When she finally made it to his place, Y/N let herself in. She dropped her keys onto the kitchen counter and kicked off her haphazardly buckled shoes before making a beeline towards Chan's bedroom. It was completely dark, and yet she found she didn't need the illumination; the way to his room was as familiar as the skin on the back of her hand. 

Chan was sitting up against the back of his bed, his phone loosely positioned in his hand. Dark rings kissed the space around his bloodshot eyes, and his cheeks were flushed with a feverish glow. His hair sat in irregular, frizzy coils against his temples, the dishevelled state of it indicating his restlessness. 

He looked up immediately at the first sound of Y/N entering, and his eyes widened with vulnerability, his lashes shining suspiciously in the dim lighting. His breath hitched as she moved towards him, and when she shrugged off her thin jacket before seating herself on the edge of his bed with a tender gaze aimed at him, the man couldn't help it when the tears he had been trying to hold back gradually started to fall. 

“Oh baby … “ Y/N reached out and gently curled her arms around the man's shoulders. His head was bowed as his tears splashed onto his duvet, and Y/N smoothed her fingers over his bare skin as she pulled him into the comfort of her arms. “Shh … it's okay, Christopher. I'm here.”

Chan's body trembled against hers, his hands lightly locked at the base of her back. His breath shuddered as Y/N caressed the back of his head, his forehead alarmingly hot against the skin of Y/N's neck. The entirety of him was burning up as she slid her hands down his body, and she let her eyes fall shut, willing to transfer some calm from her touch and into his skin. 

She peered down at him, her hand cupping the back of his head lightly as she kissed his temple. “Let me get you some water, baby.” 

Chan's hands tightened on the hem of her t-shirt. But he let go a moment later, leaning back again so she could get up. He watched as the woman quickly slipped out of the room, her figure appearing barely a second later with a fresh bottle of water. She unscrewed the lid for him as she sat back on the bed, and she held it out to him, her eyes full of worry as he reached out slowly to take it from her. 

“Take small sips,” Y/N crooned, her fingers light on his thigh. He did as she said, taking his time to savour the chilled water; he set the bottle down onto the counter afterwards, and he watched with drooping eyes as Y/N gently peeled back the corner of his duvet before sliding in beside him. 

She held her arms out to him again, and the man immediately sank into her embrace. His head landed at the top of her chest, the bare skin of his upper half almost like fire against the thin fabric of Y/N's top. She held him tightly, her lips pressed to the top of his head as she rubbed comforting circles into the tautness of his back. 

“I missed you,” Chan hiccuped, his voice muffled against her chest. “I hate when you're not here.” 

Y/N rested her cheek against his hair, shifting so he could lay more comfortably on top of her. She sank her fingers into his curls, the tips of her fingers massaging lightly against his scalp. “I hate when I'm not here with you too.” 

He looked up then, Chan's face a mere couple of inches away from hers. Exhausted as he looked, there was still a trace of his usual warmth present in his beautiful eyes, and Y/N gently cupped his cheek, smoothing her thumb over his skin. 

“I'm sorry for waking you up,” he whispered, eyes closing at the soft intimacy of her touch. “I just … I didn't know what to do.” 

“Don't ever apologise to me for that, baby,” Y/N murmured. “You know I've told you so many times to call me if you're not okay. I'd so much rather be here with you than continue to sleep in my own bed.” 

The man's eyes melted at her words. He dropped his head back against her, his nose brushing slightly against the crook of her neck as he secured his arms a little harder around her waist. 

“What happened?” Y/N's voice was gentle when she asked him. “Did you manage to get any sleep yet, baby?”

Chan sighed heavily. He screwed his eyes shut, the memories from his earlier situation making him shiver with internal fear. 

“I couldn't sleep,” Chan breathed heavily. “I finally fell asleep after what felt like hours, and then I woke up like twenty minutes later because I couldn't breathe. It feels like my nose is all blocked and I'm choking on the back of my tongue … it took me so long to actually breathe properly.” 

He looked up again, a bitter smile painted on his plump lips. “I really thought I was going to die this time. You'd think having a massive nose would mean it'd be easier to breathe, but apparently not.” 

Y/N's heart twinged painfully as a result of his words. She splayed her fingers against the back of his head again and gently guided his head back to her shoulder, her other hand running up and down the middle of his back. She kissed his forehead, and then his nose, her fingers dancing along his jaw. 

“You know what I'm going to say, don't you?” Y/N hummed quietly. 

Chan sagged against her arms. “Baby girl … I really don't want to… “

“I know you don't want to,” Y/N sighed. “But you really need to get this sorted out. You already have the worst insomnia I've ever seen … it's not fair that the tiny bit of sleep you get is always disturbed too. You shouldn't have to live in constant fear when it comes to sleep, baby.” 

Chan groaned against her arm. He didn't reply, and Y/N leaned down to kiss his cheek. 

“It's okay to be scared, baby,” Y/N whispered. “I know it's scary. But … sometimes you have to get through your fear if you want to feel better. Just think how much better you'll feel afterwards … you'll be able to breathe properly, sleep properly, not choke to death … “ 

Chan lifted his head at that. Clocking the smile on Y/N's lips, the man couldn't help but break into a tender smile of his own. He chuckled lightly, a large exhale escaping him as he sat up. 

“Will it make you feel better if I go?” Chan asked her. 

Y/N smiled. She should have known he'd only do such a thing if it made her happy. 

“Very much,” she whispered. “I'd be the happiest woman in the world.” 

Her comment made the man laugh under his breath. He flopped back onto her again, his laughter muted by the skin of Y/N's neck. It made her grin, and she pulled him even closer to her, rubbing his back with her delicate touch. 

“I'll go,” Chan mumbled sleepily. “For you.” 

“Promise?” Y/N asked him.

He nodded against her, his hair tickling her cheek. “I promise.” 

“Good,” Y/N showered his face with loving kisses. “Now … try going back to sleep, okay?” 

Chan looked dubious as he stared into her eyes. 

Gaze soft, Y/N leaned down and brushed her lips against his. He responded slowly, lightly, his entire body melting into hers in a way that made her wish she could pull him even closer to her. But they were already tangled up as much as they could be, and she nuzzled her nose against his, making him chuckle. 

“I'm not going anywhere,” she whispered against his lips. “I'm staying here … you're safe, baby. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.” 

Her words seemed to be exactly what Chan needed to hear; his eyes widened, and he watched as Y/N laid down completely against his pillow. He followed suit, letting her wrap her arms around his shoulders as he rested his head against her chest. Her heartbeat drummed in a steady rhythm against his cheek, and he exhaled slowly, already feeling so much more at peace than he had previously.

“Promise you won't go?” Chan breathed, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt. 

Y/N patted his head gently, her other arm tight around his back as her hands drew abstract shapes over his smooth skin. “I promise, baby. I'm gonna stay here the whole time. Go to sleep … “ 

Content with her answer, Chan landed a soft kiss to her chest. He was quiet for a moment, his breathing evening out as he allowed himself to surrender to the safety of her embrace. But then he chuckled, his words slurred with fatigue. 

“You're kinda like … like … a guardian angel,” Chan grinned. “My special guardian angel.”

Y/N giggled. “Are you calling me an angel, Christopher?” 

“Yeah,” Chan nodded. “Because you are.” 

Cheeks flushing, Y/N shook her head to herself against the pillow. She kissed his head, hand going to cup his cheek with a loving touch. “Go to sleep, baby. I love you.” 

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☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, slight angst

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 1.8k

Y/N was wide awake when she felt the foot of the bed dip. She had just enough time to set her phone aside before her husband jumped on top of her, his laughter flowing through their air and mingling with hers. The man overestimated the amount of space between his face and his wife's; his forehead collided with Y/N's chin, and the woman yelped in pain just as Chan gasped at the dizziness that suddenly overcame him.

“Ow … “ Y/N moaned as she grabbed her jaw. She started to laugh as Chan sat up again, his legs on either side of hers. He was rubbing at his forehead with a tinge of annoyance aimed at himself, though his smile was large and clear on his plump mouth.

“That hurt,” Chan giggled. “Are you okay baby?”

“Sure,” Y/N wheezed. “I mean, my teeth are definitely on the verge of falling out … but apart from that, I'm completely fine.”

Contagious giggles erupting out of him again like sparkling bubbles, Chan leaned forward and cupped Y/N's face in the warmth of his hands. His lips pressed feather-like kisses along Y/N's jaw and chin; dramatic ‘mwah’ sounds left Chan's mouth with each kiss, and soon Y/N was a giggling pile of butterflies, melting into their bedsheets.

“Poor baby,” Chan murmured against the curve of Y/N's cheekbone. “Can't escape her husband's big forehead.”

“Your forehead isn't even big,” Y/N's voice was muffled as Chan hovered over her with his twinkling eyes. “You're lucky your head doesn't physically show how enormous your brain is.”

Chan grinned. From this angle, the man looked as though shooting stars were falling from his eyes, the bedroom lights enhancing the deep brown of them and causing them to dazzle like the night sky on the other side of their curtains. Chan couldn't keep the smile off of his face as he looked down at his wife, and when he slipped the tips of his fingers into her hair that spilled over the pillow, Y/N had no other choice but to wrap her arms around his shoulders and bring him down on top of her.

“You're so beautiful,” Y/N hummed against Chan's lips. His smile widened as he leaned into the kiss: his mouth was like a stretch of soft silk as it glided over his wife's skin.

Y/N smiled. He must have been using the lip balm she gave him more frequently than she thought.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Chan whispered. His elbows were pinned to the bed as he used his fingers to caress the flushed skin of Y/N's face, and Y/N noticed the faint tremble in his soft touch with a pang of affection. There was so much pent up emotion directed towards her in just the touch of his fingertips alone that Y/N felt her heart thud heavily against her ribcage. It was like it was trying to escape; almost as if it could burst through her skin and sink itself into her husband's body, merging with his heart.

“What are you thinking about?” Chan murmured as he continued to smooth the backs of his fingers over his wife's temples.

Y/N trailed her hands down Chan's shoulders. She settled them at the small of his back as he leaned further into her, his legs sandwiching the bedsheets in-between them both.

“I don't know,” Y/N hummed slowly. She searched her husband's eyes in wonder. “I don't know how to put it into words.”

“Woah,” Chan started to chuckle. “Deep thoughts, huh?”

Y/N grinned. She sat up a little further and rested her back against her propped up pillow, and once she was upright, she held her arms out for her husband again. Chan happily sank into her embrace and Y/N started to laugh when he rubbed his head against her collarbone; his hair soon turned into a cloud of frizz, and Y/N smoothed it down with her fingers with a wide grin.

“How was your day?” Y/N asked him.

Chan immediately sat up on his wife's legs as his eyes filled with excitement. “I got some new equipment!”

Y/N's face softened as she listened to her husband recall the events of his day. Chan's eyes were wide with joy and his words spilled out of him in an endearing tangle with how fast he was speaking. The further he got into explaining how his new equipment worked, the more Chan waved his hands around in an animated manner.

As she watched him, Y/N's smile deepened. She didn't understand how a lot of what his husband enjoyed worked; but it was something Chan was incredibly passionate about, and he was so happy when talking about it that Y/N could listen to him talking about the topic all day. He was also more than happy to explain the ins and outs of his complicated system to his wife as many times as she wanted him to, his excitement increasing each time.

Chan could make the most boring of topics seem interesting. He immersed himself so much into the way he explained things, and to Y/N, it was the most adorable thing in the whole entire world.

Chan suddenly stopped talking once he caught the dazed look on his wife's face. He dropped his hands as the stretch of skin from his neck to his hairline turned the colour of cherries.

“What?” Chan asked quietly. He started to laugh, his hair falling into his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Y/N smiled. “Nothing. Keep talking.”

“I've finished,” Chan laughed. He leaned forward and sandwiched his wife in a bear hug again, his lips curving against the side of her neck into a happy smile. “How was your day?”

“Boring,” Y/N giggled.

Chan lifted his head and looked into Y/N's face. “Tell me anyway? I wanna know all about your boring day.”

Slipping her hands into Chan's hair again, Y/N pushed the unruly strands away from his forehead. She began to speak, recalling the details from her day; even though she really had nothing spectacular to say, Chan's eyes were full of interest as he listened to her, his attention focused on her every word with love hearts pulsing in the centre of his pupils.

“I love you,” Chan suddenly said once she had stopped speaking. “Like … I really love you. I like you. I like everything about you. You're just so … “

Chan's voice trailed off into a tiny squeak and he darted his hands out; he looked as though he was about to squish his wife's face in a fit of cute aggression, but he stopped, curling his delicate fingers into fists instead before retracting his hands slightly.

“Ah … “ Chan then moved his hands again, stopping when his fingers hovered over Y/N's head. His face broke into a wide smile as he gently placed his palm over the side of her head, and he used his fingers to caress her hair with his feather-like touch.

Y/N couldn't help but flush profusely at the gesture. She sank into her pillow as Chan leaned a little closer to her, his hand continuing to gently pat her head as though she was some sort of small animal.

“My baby,” Chan hummed as he moved his fingers to her face. His fingertips kissed the curve of her cheekbone before he slid his hands to her waist; before Y/N had time to react, he had pulled her down and Chan had rolled over onto his side opposite her. He burst into amused laughter at the sight of Y/N's taken aback expression, and it only made him wrap his arms around her waist tighter, his legs hooking themselves around hers a little closer.

“I really like you too, for the record,” Y/N whispered once their noses were brushing against each other in their proximity. A little dazed at the closeness and the sweet scent her husband was radiating, Y/N slowly traced her fingers over Chan's jaw, marvelling at the raw beauty in front of her. “I like everything about you. I even like the things that I don't like about you.”

Chan started to chuckle. He shut his eyes in satisfaction as he moved his face even closer to hers; their foreheads bumped again, this time softer than before. But it made them erupt into hushed giggles all the same, and in the space between them, Chan reached for Y/N's hand and closed his fingers around them.

“Chris?” Y/N whispered.

Chan hummed against the curve of her lips.

“If I've ever hurt you. Like … ever. I'm really, really sorry,” Y/N breathed. Her voice trembled as she realised there was a possibility that she could have hurt the man she adored more than anything in the whole entire universe; whether she meant it or not, she was sure there must have been at least one occurrence in the past where she might have said something hurtful without realising it. Looking at Chan's softened features in the dark, Y/N's eyes filled with tears and she leaned forward to kiss his nose. “I really love you. With my whole entire heart and soul.”

Chan opened his eyes slowly. They locked onto hers and he smiled softly, the plumpness of his lips glistening in the shadows. “You're incapable of hurting me, baby. And if you ever have … Well, I'm sure I deserved it.”

Y/N couldn't help but splutter with laughter. She squeezed Chan's hand, smiling when he squeezed her fingers back.

Chan grinned then, nuzzling his nose against hers. “I really can't remember a time where I ever felt hurt by you. Besides, I'm sure I've probably hurt you without knowing it … maybe more than once. So I'm sorry too.”

Y/N should her head. “I can't remember either.”

“Good,” Chan chuckled. He then winked at her. “Look at us. We're literally the perfect couple.”

“You're not wrong,” Y/N giggled against Chan's lips.

Chan smiled. He scooped her further into him; their bodies were pressed flat against one another, almost as if they were trying to merge together and become one. “I can't believe I'm going to say this again in one night, but … gosh, baby, I really do love you.”

Y/N burst into another fit of quiet laughter. “What's gotten into you? You usually find it so hard to say that.”

Chan shrugged. He kissed her forehead. “I'm probably half asleep. Or … you just make it easy to say.”

Y/N dropped her head against Chan's shoulder. She squeezed his torso and breathed in the homely scent of his skin as he continued to tuck himself around her like a moldable blanket.

“I really love you,” Y/N hummed into Chan's collarbone with a kiss.

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Genre: idol!Chan, fluff, slight angst, crack

Warnings: none

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N, Han, Changbin

Word Count: 3.4k

"Um … " Chan looked around, spinning slowly in his chair as his gaze scanned his desk. He seemed to have misplaced his phone again; giggling, Y/N got up from the blue sofa where Changbin and Jisung were sitting beside her, and she picked the missing device up from beside his feet.

"Here," Y/N placed it into her friend's hand. "You're losing everything today, Channie."

Chan smiled. "What would I do without you, huh?"

Y/N shrugged. "Lose your head too, probably."

Chuckling at that, Chan pulled the mouse for his laptop closer to him and began clicking away. The screens in front of him lit up and he groaned as he leaned back in his seat, stretching his arms above him. His hoodie and t-shirt climbed up his torso, and Y/N resisted the urge to reach out to mischievously tickle the stripe of pale skin above his sweatpants.

She turned around instead, suppressing the affectionate smile growing on her face.

From the sofa, Jisung and Changbin stared at each other.

"You sure you don't wanna stay?" Chan asked suddenly, making her turn around again. He was grinning at her, and the little dimple in his cheek glowed in the dim lighting of his studio. "I'm sure they'd love to meet you."

Y/N shook her head. "I don't think so. It's called 'Channie's Room', not 'Chan and Y/N's room'."

Chan smiled. "So? You could be a special guest."

"And have your fans curse the day I was born for breathing the same air as you? No, no thank you Channie. Besides … you have Hannie and Bin here."

Chan shook his head. "There's room for you too, you know," And then, "I love when you call me that."

"What?" Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Channie," Chan grinned.

Y/N's lips twitched. "Alright, Chris. I'm going now."

"Where are you going?" Chan frowned. "You can stay in here … you don't have to be on camera."

At that, Y/N smiled. She patted the front of his cap lightly. "No. I'll end up laughing like an idiot at something you guys will say … and then everyone will know I'm there."

Chan stuck his lower lip in a pout. "Please?"

Looking down at the man in front of her, Y/N felt her heart grow warm. As much as her brain tried to deny it, she knew deep down that he really did care about her.

Perhaps more than he sometimes wanted to let on.

She turned her gaze on her other two friends. Jisung and Changbin shrugged, smiles playing on their lips.

"I'll wait for you," Y/N said instead. "We can go home once you're done?"

Chan nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll try not to be too long."

"No, it's okay. Take your time. You haven't done a live in a long time … don't rush it because of me."

Smiling, Chan leaned back in his chair again. "Where are you gonna go?"

"The roof," Y/N shrugged. "I think the stars are out."

"But it's cold," Chan said. "You can't stay inside?"

"I'll be fine, Channie. You know I like the cold," Y/N smiled. She looked down at her top. "My top is warm enough."

The man didn't seem convinced. He sighed, watching as she went to open the door.

"Okay, wait," Chan stopped her.

Y/N, Changbin and Jisung watched as Chan tugged at the neckline of his hoodie; he pulled it up and over his head, his cap falling off in the process. He didn't seem to notice. He shook the hoodie out once before throwing it at Y/N, the confused girl catching the garment with her hands.

She looked down at it. It was so warm that for a moment she thought there were wires under the fabric, conducting through it. She looked up at Chan who was bent over, reaching for his hat.

"What's this for?" Y/N asked.

Chan adjusted his t-shirt. He cleared his throat and stared at the screen of his laptop as his two best friends drilled lasers into the back of his head.

"Put it on. I don't want you catching a cold," Chan said.

Y/N sighed. "But Chan - "

"No," Chan's voice was firm. "It's freezing, Y/N. Don't be so silly. Just wear the fucking hoodie."

Y/N hid the surprised and touched smile that was blooming across her mouth. She looked down at his hoodie in her hands for a moment before she draped it over her head; she casually leaned against the doorframe a moment later. His scent was so heavy on the fabric that her head had started to spin. She secretly steadied herself, her hand on the wall as she mentally told herself to ignore the heady notes of sweet vanilla and sensual musk that were serenading her senses.

She had the urge to yank the hoodie off and throw it back at him.

She also had the urge to shut her eyes and sink further into it, imagining it was his arms she was wrapped up in instead.

"Aren't you cold?" Y/N asked Chan. She did her best to mask the faint tremor in her voice.

"Nope," Chan shook his head. He began to dramatically fan himself with his hand, flapping his t-shirt against his torso. "I'm really hot. So hot."

Giggling to herself, Y/N shook her head. "Thanks for the hoodie. I'm going now."

Chan nodded. He flashed a warm smile at her, and suddenly Y/N was glad for the oversized material hanging off of her body; it concealed the sudden movement of her chest and her stomach as she inhaled sharply.

"I'll come find you once I'm done," Chan said.

Agreeing, Y/N waved at Jisung and Changbin before shutting the door to Chan's studio. She sighed warily and walked down the corridor, heading for the top floor.

*☆*☆*

Chan watched the door shut with a faint tinge of disappointment in the curve of his eyes. He bit his lower lip before his gaze landed on his two friends who were watching him like a hawk.

His nostrils flared. "What?"

Jisung snorted. The sound was something remiscent of a donkey, and it set Changbin off; the both of them erupted into high pitched guffaws, which only irritated Chan more.

"You need to tell her that you're in love with her, you idiot," Jisung enunciated the words very clearly, and very slowly, as he drew love hearts in the air with his fingers.

Chan threw an empty water bottle at him. "No."

"Why not?" Changbin asked.

"Because!" Chan threw his hands up in exasperation. He suddenly sagged in his seat, a strange sound escaping his mouth as he slapped his hands onto his face, dragging his fingers down his cheeks. "She doesn't love me."

"You're so fucking stupid," Jisung yelled, throwing the bottle back at him, twice as hard. "She does love you! Are you blind?"

"She doesn't love me the way I love her!" Chan got up from his seat and grabbed one of the cushions from the sofa before playfully whacking his friend in the face with it. The younger man giggled and kicked out at him as Chan continued to pummel him, and when Chan accidentally hit Changbin, chaos erupted amongst the trio.

"Yes," Changbin huffed, slapping Chan's head. "She. Does!"

Chan was offended by the slap. Before Changbin knew what was happening, Chan had managed to wrestle him out of his t-shirt, and the man lay hanging half on the sofa, half on the floor with the cushions piled on top of him.

"No she doesn't," Chan whined, pulling him from the floor as laughter echoed around the room.

The trio were soon clutching their stomachs in exhaustion and pain from laughing too hard, their laughter turning completely silent as their bodies shook with mirth.

The three men collapsed onto the sofa again, energy completely spent. Chan sighed as his friends watched him curiously, and it made him slide down the seat in mild frustration.

"I can't tell her," Chan breathed, bunching his fists into the sockets of his eyes. "It'd fuck everything up."

He was surprised when Changbin slid his arms around him in a rare hug. When Jisung joined in, they accidentally banged heads, hard; what was supposed to be a touching moment suddenly turned into another round of laughter, and Chan pulled his cap down his face as he stood up and stumbled to his desk again.

When Chan finally started his livestream, the three of them looked like zombies; it only made them erupt into peels of laughter all over again, their viewers increasingly confused.

*☆*☆*

Chan had been right.

It was freezing.

Shivering, Y/N wrapped the long sleeves of his hoodie around herself as she walked towards the small bench that was propped up near the edge of the roof. She was thankful the edge wasn't flat; a considerable stretch of wall surrounded it, and as she sat on the bench, Y/N folded her arms over the top of the brick.

She rested her chin on top of her arms. The soft brush of cotton kissed her cheek as Chan's hoodie shifted with her movement, and she finally let her eyes fall shut. The world seemed to stop for a moment; her favourite scent hung around her like a cloud and the slowly fading heat from the fabric caressed her skin as the streets below bustled with cars and people, their sounds loud and strangely comforting. She could have fallen asleep in her little bubble, but when the pocket at her waist vibrated, she jumped, opening her eyes again.

Slipping her hand into the hoodie's pocket, Y/N pulled out her phone. Only, it wasn't her phone.

It was Chan's phone.

She had left her phone in his studio, and he had left his in his pocket.

She couldn't help but giggle. Her reflection in the black screen sparkled as stars above her shimmered their light around her in the form of bokeh lights. She noted the slight flush in her cheeks, the tender smile locked on her lips; shaking her head, Y/N slapped her cheeks and shuddered.

Almost as if she was trying to factory reset herself.

She tapped Chan's phone. The screen lit up and she winced at how bright it was; adjusting the light, she realised the vibration was a notification from the man's livestream.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle as she clicked into it. Of course he had his own notifications on.

The familiar roar of her friends' laughter exploded into the night sky; Y/N suppressed a cackle of her own as she took in their dishevelled appearances. She had no idea why they were laughing the way they were … but she wasn't surprised, either. She was used to them cracking up over everything.

She couldn't help but wonder what was so funny this time.

She frowned; were they laughing at her?

They hadn't been laughing like that when she was in the room …

Shaking her head, Y/N leaned back down onto her arms again. She clamped Chan's phone tightly in her hand as she watched her friends' antics unfold. Her cheeks had begun to hurt as she smiled goofily at their unbreakable bond so evident upon the screen, and soon she could barely feel the cold around her. She also had no idea of how fast the time was passing, half an hour turning into a full hour in no time.

When the livestream suddenly ended, Y/N swiped out of the app. It was when she had landed on his home page did she realise the background; eyebrows furrowing, Y/N moved the phone closer to her face. She vaguely noticed heat rising up to her cheeks when she realised it was a picture of her. One that she'd never seen before, either … she was smiling, her hair a dishevelled mess as she looked up at the night sky. A half eaten ice cream cone was melting over her fingers; she looked happy and carefree, the way she always felt when she was with him.

Her breath hitching, Y/N switched Chan's phone off.

She tucked it back into the pocket of his hoodie and clamped her hands over her cheeks; they were burning, and she resisted the urge to yell into the night air with the giddiness that was rising up inside of her.

"Why are you kicking your feet like that?"

Y/N jumped; she turned around and her gaze landed on Chan's smiling face. She stopped swinging her legs around, not even realising she was doing so in the first place. She shook her head as she smiled back at him, the man slipping onto the bench beside her.

"You guys were laughing like crazy," Y/N said, looking out towards the city again.

Chan peered down at her, his eyebrows raised.

"You left your phone in here," Y/N pulled his phone out of her pocket and slid it to him. "I was watching your live."

At that, Chan started to chuckle. "You had my phone? I was looking for it."

"You left it," Y/N grinned. And then, "What were you guys laughing about? In the beginning."

"Ah … " Chan rubbed the nape of his neck, his nose turning pink under the stars. "We were just messing around. Throwing cushions and bottles at each other … you know what we're like."

"Bottles?"

"Empty bottles," Chan clarified. "Completely harmless."

Giggling at that, Y/N dropped her chin onto her arms again. She felt warm now that he was beside her again, and she inhaled deeply, mentally capturing her surroundings into a precious memory that she stored into the forefront of her mind.

"Did you look at the stars?" Chan asked softly, leaning back on his hands as he tilted his head up to the sky.

Y/N smiled. "I was too busy watching you guys that I forgot."

"Bet the stars were jealous, aye?" Chan chuckled, gently nudging her in the side. "That we had your attention instead."

Staring at him, Y/N's lips twitched. "Did you just quote one of your songs to me?"

"No?" Chan snorted, looking up at the stars again. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really? Shall I jog your memory for you? Ahem … 'the stars are jealous knowing that you're by my side, feel the adrenaline, acceleration, in the course we'll be driving so' - "

"Okay! Okay, that's enough," Chan slid his arm around the girl and cupped his hand over her mouth, muffling the rest of the lyrics. "That's enough."

Giggling, Y/N pulled away from him again and resumed her previous position against the wall. "I do hope that's not how you flirt in real life, Christopher Bahng."

Chan wrinkled his nose. "I don't flirt."

"What do you mean, you don't flirt? You flirt with everyone," Y/N grinned mischievously, looking up at him. "Just don't say things like that to get a girl."

The man stuck his tongue out at her and rolled his eyes. Mentally he cursed himself; if he could, he'd go back five minutes and erase his clumsy words.

He also wished he could tell her he didn't want to get a girl … not unless it was her.

"I hope you don't want your hoodie back," Y/N said softly, snapping him out of his thoughts. "It's mine now."

"Oh? Are you enjoying it that much?" Chan laughed. "Or are you just cold?"

"Neither," Y/N said. "You just can't have it back now that I've been wearing it."

She sat up again properly, biting her lip as she looked at him carefully. She didn't realise he was already watching her, and Chan's smile deepened.

"What?" He asked softly.

Y/N nodded towards the phone in his hand. "I saw the photo on your homescreen."

At that, Chan's mouth parted ever so slightly. Y/N watched in fascination as a dangerous blush creeped up from the neckline of his t-shirt, all the way up to his hairline. He soon looked like a shy lobster, one that was far, far away from home.

"You could have chosen a different angle," Y/N continued. She was doing her best to appear nonchalant; but her heart was thudding like a drum inside her ribcage. "My double chin sticks out like a sore thumb in that one."

Chan started to chuckle. He turned his phone on and swiped right onto a clear tab, Y/N's face free from all the apps and widgets on his phone. "I think you look beautiful."

The words just slipped out; he hadn't meant for them to and he slapped his hand across his mouth as his eyes widened. Chan rubbed his temples and groaned inwardly as he pulled his cap down his face, hiding his expression.

Y/N stared at him. "Don't lie."

Chan swivelled his gaze on her again. "I'm not."

He looked down at his phone, barely realising he was smoothing his thumb over the picture of her on his phone. Y/N couldn't help but find the action particularly funny; she started to giggle, looking away.

"Why are you laughing?" Chan asked.

Y/N shrugged. "It's just … you know I'm right here, right? Why are you caressing that picture of me?"

Chan hastily dropped his phone onto the wall. He cleared his throat and turned towards her, his eyes sparkling as the stars reflected in the centre of his eyes.

Before Y/N knew what was happening, Chan's hand had cupped the side of her cheek. Her eyes widened as his thumb gently glided across her cheekbone, his lips parted in wonder.

"I … " Y/N breathed, her voice getting trapped in her throat. "I … this isn't what I meant."

"What?" Chan whispered.

"I … I just meant don't do what you were doing in front of me," Y/N said. Her stomach was doing somersaults, the feeling of the man's hand against her face incredibly overwhelming.

She wished he'd stop stroking her face like that.

She also hoped he'd continue.

"Oh - " Chan dropped his hand, suddenly perplexed. He looked as if he didn't know what to do with himself; flustered and embarrassed, Chan's fingers were flapping around like butterfly wings in his lap.

Y/N bit her lip. She reached out and gently placed her hand atop his, before slowly tangling their fingers together.

"I really fucking like you," Chan suddenly blurted out, staring at their entwined hands in his lap. "Like, a lot."

A few seconds later he seemed to realise what he said. "Oh God … I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry. I … yeah, just … ignore that - ":

He was cut off when Y/N leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. She gently squeezed his hands before pulling her face away slightly, her eyes wide as she smiled at him.

Detangling one of his hands from hers, Chan slowly raised his fingers and pressed them against his cheek. He was a little dazed, his skin hot and seemingly buzzing with lightning from where Y/N had kissed him.

He wondered if perhaps he had banged his head earlier with his friends and if he was passed out on the floor.

He wondered if perhaps everything that had just happened was some strange, comical dream.

"Pinch me," Chan breathed, still unsure if he was conscious or not. "I must be dreaming."

"I'm not going to pinch you," Y/N shook her head, leaning closer. "I'll do this though."

She suddenly very cheekily bit the man's nose. Surprised, Chan yelped and jumped in his seat; it made Y/N burst into laughter, and when Chan whipped his head around to stare at her, their foreheads collided.

"Ow!" Y/N squealed, just as Chan groaned. They both stared at each other as they rubbed their heads, and Chan couldn't help but explode into peals of laughter himself as he dropped his forehead against Y/N's shoulders.

"What the heck just happened?" He mumbled, his body shaking against hers. "Why did you bite me?"

"I don't know! I really fucking like your nose," Y/N rambled, a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Chan looked up. "Okay, so I really fucking like you, and you really fucking like … my nose?"

"I really fucking like you too!" Y/N spluttered. "And your nose."

Giggling, Chan cupped both of his hands around her cheeks. He leaned forward and kissed her nose softly before playfully grazing his teeth against it, just the way she had done to him.

"Looks like we're even now," Chan grinned, kissing her forehead. "I really fucking like your nose too."

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Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: vague mention of toxic households

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N

Word Count: 2.5k

Sitting at the edge of her best friend's bed, Y/N suddenly felt very depressed; it was as though her stomach had dropped out of her, and the world's weight had sunk onto her shoulders.

It was the way she always felt when she knew it was time to leave; she couldn't bear the thought of having to leave the warmth of his bedroom, or the safety of his home. She wished she could stay tucked up in the softness of his bedsheets and be surrounded by his scent, its sweetness lingering on the material. She never wanted to leave … especially when she had nothing waiting for her at her own house apart from toxicity so heavy and so dark that it seemed to strangle her.

Y/N didn't want to go back to the constant bickering between her parents. She didn't want to clamp her pillow over her ears to drown the screaming out. She didn't want to tiptoe on eggshells in her own house, scared that any one of her innocent actions could instantly awaken their wrath.

As much as she loved spending these treasured moments with the one person she loved more than anything, Y/N also grew to despise them; she loathed the fact that her time with him always came to an end, that the temporary comfort she got from being in his presence would disappear like a fragile memory as soon as she stepped away from him.

"Stay here tonight," Chan's soft voice suddenly cut through her thoughts. "It's already late … just stay with me?"

Y/N turned to look at him. He was dusting down his bed, throwing empty snack packets away. His back was turned towards her so Y/N couldn't see his facial expression. But she heard the slight current to his voice … almost as if he really hoped she'd agree.

Or perhaps she was just imagining things. Perhaps she just wanted him to feel that way.

"I can't … " Y/N whispered. "You know I can't."

Chan straightened up and frowned at her, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Yes you can. Just tell your parents you're with … someone else. Not me."

Y/N's lips twitched. They both knew just how much her parents hated Chan's existence … Y/N often wondered if they hated him because he showed her the love that they never did.

Or because he made her feel like she was special, when all they ever did was make her feel like a burden. Perhaps it was because she was able to pour all her love and trust into him, instead of into them.

They'd never understand the mechanics of her brain, nor the functionality of her heart.

But she didn't need them to … she didn't need anyone to understand but the man in front of her.

And he truly understood her better than anyone else possibly could.

"Like who?" Y/N asked.

Chan shrugged. He suddenly chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck. "You could make someone up? Just say you have a project with one of the girls from uni or something. It's not like they know who's who anyway."

Y/N smiled at that. She looked up at Chan as he tossed an empty water bottle away before jumping onto the bed. He crawled to the edge and swung his legs over as he sat beside his friend; the man's eyes were wide as he studied Y/N's face, and Y/N bit her lip, looking down at the phone in her lap as blood rushed to her cheeks.

"I don't know … " she whispered.

"Please stay," Chan's voice was quiet. She slowly looked up again to see his eyes melting into pools of honey in the dim lighting of his bedroom. His eyes looked so soft in that moment, that Y/N had the sudden urge to burst into tears. "Please. I want you to be with me."

Y/N's eyes were locked on Chan's for a moment too long; she felt as though she was falling, her stomach dropping again as if she was at the top of a roller coaster. Oh, his eyes … there was something so rich about his eyes, like the finest grade of dark chocolate, and oh so twinkly, like the stars that were scattered above his home. Every second that Y/N spent looking into his galaxies felt like years, like the time in-between them had suddenly frozen. She swallowed slowly, her mouth running dry as her cheeks began to burn extraordinarily.

She looked away again and clenched her eyes shut. She was terrified. Terrified at the thought of what her parents could do if they found out she was with the man they hated; and terrified at the rate of which her heart was hammering against her ribcage, making her breathless.

But of course, it was no surprise to her that he had this effect on her. They had always been so much more than best friends. It was in the way they looked at each other, the tender lingering of their hands on each other a little too long than was necessary, and the way their faces always drew close to each other like magnets when silence embarked upon them both. So close that if a gentle breeze happened to brush past them, they would fall into each other and their lips may find their way to the others.

But neither of them ever spoke up about their feelings. They were both petrified of ruining their tight bond with one another, even if the other's feelings were clear as crystal.

Chan reached his hand out and very slowly tucked her hair behind Y/N's ear. The tips of his fingers grazed the side of her face with the tingle of electricity flooding through her as he let them rest under her chin, his thumb caressing her skin.

"I don't want you to go back there," Chan breathed, urgency in his low voice. "It's not safe for you … I don't want them to keep hurting you."

Y/N's eyes had begun to prickle. "But … what if they hurt you instead?"

"You know I'd gladly take the pain if it meant you were okay," Chan murmured, sliding his second hand to the other side of her face. He stopped breathing for a moment; he ached to lean forward and kiss away the tears that had begun to trickle down her cheek …

Seeing the alarm in Y/N's eyes at his words, Chan smiled. "Don't worry. You know I wouldn't let them hurt either of us. I'll protect us both … okay?"

Her breathing shaky, Y/N nodded. She felt her body sag and let herself drop her head against the man's warm shoulder, his body immediately responding to her gesture. She shut her eyes and breathed him in, her fingers curling up against the soft cotton of his top.

Chan smiled softly. His own cheeks had begun to flush magenta in the glow of the lights, and as he wrapped his arms gently around the girl's shoulder, he felt his breath leave him.

The way it always did.

"Promise me you'll stay?" He repeated quietly, sliding his fingers through Y/N's hair. He shut his eyes as he held her close to him; perhaps it was selfish of him to want her to be with him this badly. Perhaps he was a bad person for keeping her here when he knew what her parents could do to her … to the both of them. But Chan was afraid if he had to part ways from her one more time, his heart would shatter into a million smithereens. And he wasn't sure if he'd be able to find the pieces again. "I'll look after you."

Y/N nodded again. Her breath trembled against the worn cotton on his chest. "Okay," she whispered. And then she looked up at him, frowning. "I don't have any clothes with me."

Giggling suddenly, Chan patted her back with his gentle fingers. "I do. You can wear some of mine. You always wear my clothes anyway."

"They're comfy," Y/N yawned against his shoulder. She was already feeling drowsy … the sudden realisation that she was going to stay the night with Chan had hit her like a melatonin pill. "And … they smell like you."

Gulping suddenly at that last comment, Chan quietly cleared his throat. He realised Y/N was beginning to fall asleep on him, her breathing slowing already; that was probably why she said that.

She never would have otherwise.

"Are you sleepy?" Chan asked, rubbing circles into her shoulders. "Come on … change out of those clothes and then we can go to sleep. Sound good?"

Y/N hummed against him. She stifled another yawn, making Chan grin at her before he got up from his bed. He made sure she wouldn't topple over in her sleepy state before moving towards his wardrobe. Chan pulled out a t-shirt along with a pair of shorts.

"These okay? They're clean," Chan chuckled, holding them out to her. "Or you can choose something else if you want."

"These are fine," Y/N smiled and took the clothes from him. She bit her lip. "Turn around?"

Doing as he was told, Chan turned around; his cheeks flushed red and he looked up at the ceiling, trying not to imagine his best friend naked behind him. He cleared his throat again and studiously stared at the tiny chip of paint that had flaked off in the corner of his room.

"I'm done," Y/N whispered. "You can turn around again."

Chan faced her again, the corners of his mouth turned up as he saw his too big shirt hanging off of her like a dress. She looked adorable, and Chan mentally rushed up to her and lifted her off of her feet, swinging her around until they were both breathless with laughter.

He looked away, hoping she hadn't caught the burn of his cheeks as he indulged himself in his imagination. Instead, he moved towards his bed, gently turning back the corner of his duvet for her.

Once Y/N had slipped under the sheets, Chan did the same; he laid on his back, suddenly too afraid to move as Y/N rolled onto her side, looking up at him.

"Are you comfy?" Chan whispered. She'd been in his bed many times before … sometimes they watched movie after movie together under these same sheets. He had no idea why he felt so strange now. And he had no idea why he asked her that … he didn't know what else to say.

Y/N blinked at him. She shook her head. "I'm not."

Chan turned his face towards her, surprised. "You're not?"

She shook her head again. When he didn't speak further, Y/N took a gamble and slowly moved towards him. She looked him in the eye, and when he didn't object, Y/N slowly laid her head against his chest.

Chan slowly exhaled, his chest deflating under Y/N's cheek. He slid his arm around her waist as she carefully placed a leg over his; they were tangled together, and their skin that was exposed by their short sleeves was practically fire against each other. But at the same time, the both of them suddenly felt a huge wave of peace washing over them, and Chan shut his eyes as he tightened his embrace around her a little more.

"Are you comfy now?" Chan asked quietly. He hoped she couldn't hear the chaos his heart was creating inside his chest. It was almost as though the organ had started to have a party in his ribcage, bouncing off of his bones in excitement.

Y/N smiled. She placed a hand over his chest, cuddling up to him the way she had always wanted to. "I am."

"Good," Chan breathed. Then he chuckled nervously. "Otherwise I'd have been very offended."

He was secretly incredibly anxious; he hadn't worked out the way he had wanted to in the past few months … he was worried she could feel the hardness of his bones rather than the soft cushion of muscle. Maybe he shouldn't have been worrying so much about what a friend thought about his body … but he couldn't help but hold his breath as she got comfortable within his arms.

To Chan's relief, Y/N really did seem comfortable. She seemed more comfortable than she had ever been before.

"Your heart is racing," Y/N mumbled, startling the man beneath her. Her eyes were shut and she already felt as though she was half asleep, but she felt her surroundings as vividly as she did when she was fully conscious. "I think mine is too."

Chan bit his lip. He couldn't think of what to say as he began to run his fingers through her hair and down her spine in gentle waves. For someone who talked constantly all day long, Chan was surprised at his sudden lack of words. Suddenly his extensive vocabulary felt limited, the words that flew into his mind all incorrect. So he patted her shoulders instead, rubbing her back.

Just when Chan had thought she had fallen asleep, Y/N spoke again.

"I … I always feel so safe when I'm with you … " Y/N whispered. Her fingers curled into his t-shirt as Chan inhaled sharply, his eyes widening in the darkness. "No one else has ever made me feel like this before."

Her timid confession had robbed Chan of his remaining words, leaving his mind blank and his heart throbbing; he felt as though he was in a daze, and all his 'what ifs' suddenly flew out of his mind as he leaned down to gently plant a kiss on the surprised girl's forehead.

It was the softest of kisses, one that made Y/N feel as though her head was buzzing. She looked up at Chan, and she was even more startled when he tightened his hold on her, her hand coming up to cup the back of her head.

"Go to sleep, baby," Chan breathed, his voice cracking as he coaxed her head back to his chest. "I'll keep you safe the whole night … I promise."

Sniffing, Y/N nodded. She let Chan tuck the duvet under her chin before going back to pat her hair, his fingers cradling her head as if she was a baby. The feeling of his touch and the dull drum of his heart under her ear felt so soothing in that moment, that Y/N started to tear up as she shut her eyes. She'd never felt so at peace before, the sensation completely foreign to her. His breathing was soft in her hair, his heat insulating her like a second blanket and his scent incredibly intoxicating to her senses. It was quickly pulling her underneath a heavy current of slumber, and Y/N wondered if she was already dreaming when she heard three soft words being whispered to her before she lost all sense of consciousness.

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Genre: dad!Chan, fluff

Warnings: none

Request: no

Character: Chan, Noah, Sky

Word Count: 1.6k

"Oh, you're fucking kidding … " Noah groans as he quickly scoops up the nail polish brush that he dropped on his bed; it's left behind an undignified splodge of black, and the nineteen year old scowls, trying to rub at it.

It just makes the stain worse. Noah sighs before reaching into the top drawer of his desk, scrabbling around for an identical bottle. He finds his white nail polish and decides to paint two tiny dots on top of the black splodge, his face contorting into an amused grin when his mess takes on a goofy face.

"Noey, mama said dinner is ready soon," Sky calls from outside his door as she knocks. She pops her head around the door and squints at her brother who is looking at his bedding with comical interest. "What are you doing?"

Noah grins. He beckons her to come inside and Sky shuts the door behind her, wrinkling her nose as it adjusts to the scent in her brother's room.

"It smells like perfume and nail polish," Sky comments. "Shouldn't it smell like stinky socks and boy germs?"

Noah chuckles. "Just because I'm a boy it doesn't mean my room has to smell. I like nice smelling things."

"But it smells different to last time," Sky says. "Last time it smelled like flowers."

"Yeah, because last time I had flowers on my windowsill," Noah nods towards his windowsill where a pot of dried flowers sits. "Well. Fresh flowers."

Sky raises an eyebrow. "What's this new smell?"

"My reed diffuser," Noah points towards something matte black and ceramic. "Matty got me it."

Sky picks the diffuser up with curiosity, examining the bottom of it. "Cedarwood and patchouli? Matty got you this? As in … Matty who only wears TNs?"

"Yes, that Matty," Noah rolls his eyes as he begins to paint his nails again. He rests his right hand against his knees, his curls falling onto his eyes as he covers his nails in black. "He makes diffuser scents in his spare time."

Sky suddenly giggles and the fourteen year old flops down on the bed next to her brother, making him jump. "Really? He makes things?"

"Yeah," Noah smiles, playfully kicking Sky as she wraps her arms around his legs, peering at his nails.

"You're wearing nail polish again," Sky observes. "And you're listening to Lana. Are you sure you don't have a girlfriend?"

Chuckling, Noah blows at his nails as he screws his bottle shut. He sets it down on his counter before leaning back against the wall, the window opposite casting a golden glow on his face and turning his eyes into honey. "I don't have time for a girlfriend, Ky-Ky. I tell you this every week."

"Yeah but I don't believe you," Sky leans closer to him, so close that she could count the freckles across his fair skin if she wanted to. "What's her name?"

"Ky," Noah groans in mild exasperation before picking up his nail polish. "Her name is 'quick dry nail varnish in Cosmic Black'."

Sky giggles and begins to shake him energetically, her hands clutching at his shirt. "Noeeeeyyyyyyy."

"Kyyyyyyyyyy," Noah huffs back, his head bobbing side to side with how aggressive his sister is being. He then suddenly reaches out and traps her with his own arms, placing her in a gentle headlock that has her squealing with laughter as he jokes, "you're so annoying. Like actually so annoying."

"I know," Sky laughs maniacally and slides out of his grip. She settles herself near the foot of his bed and reaches for his ukulele, absentmindedly tugging at the strings in a tuneless fashion. "It's fun being annoying."

Noah shakes his head as he smiles. He wiggles his fingers in front of him, his slender fingers cascading shadows over the wall beside him. "Do these look okay?"

Sky nods. "Yeah. Same as always. You're way better at nails than me."

"Nah that's not true," Noah reaches out and lightly flicks his fingers against her forehead. "You're so good at doing those intricate frogs."

"Frogs are easy," Sky shrugs. "Fat dot, two smaller dots, and then more dots."

Then she scrambles off of his bed and sets his ukulele down again before running out of his room. She then pops her head into his room again, pointing her finger at him. "Don't put the top coat on yet."

Noah watches curiously as she disappears. He can't help but smile … he'll never understand why guys his age treat their sisters like crap. He loves his sister more than anything.

She comes back with a small box and she dumps it on his bed. Slipping the green scrunchie off of her skinny wrist, she messily ties her long hair back in a knot atop her head before sinking down onto his bed again.

As she moves the box, her gaze lands on the nail polish stain from earlier. She learns closer, narrowing her eyes.

"What's this?" Sky laughs. "It looks like a spider."

"Yeah … I dropped nail polish," Noah grins, running his fingers over it. "I put a face on it so it doesn't look weird."

"You're weird," Sky retorts as she pulls out some bottles of her own nail polish. "I'm calling him Eugene."

"Eugene?" Noah repeats in amusement. "Really? Why Eugene?"

Sky shrugs. "I don't know, he looks like a Eugene. A Eugene who likes Lana too."

"What a classy spider," Noah laughs, his eyes crinkling up like his father's. "Does he play an instrument?"

"Electric guitar," Sky says proudly. "No but seriously … wouldn't it be easy for a spider to play guitar? They have so many legs."

"Ky they have eight," Noah snorts. "We have ten fingers."

Leaning back, Sky taps a thin nail brush against her hand. "I still think they'd be better at it. Give me your hand."

"Which one?"

"Whichever."

Noah holds out his left hand and Sky takes it in her own. She dips her bottle into a royal purple bottle of varnish, before leaning close to his delicate hand. Up close, his fingers are red around the nails, calloused and cut from guitar stings, and Sky frowns.

"Your hands look exactly like daddy's," Sky comments as she begins to paint carefully on the nail of his ring finger. "It's weird. They're just bigger."

"How so?" Noah asks curiously. He rests his head against the wall, his eyes falling shut as the setting sun shines too brightly in his face.

"They're all cut up and scarred," Sky says.

"Thank the guitar," Noah yawns. He cracks open an eye as he looks at his sister's bent head. "What are you doing?"

"Making your nails not boring," Sky replies as she moves to another finger. "You have a gig tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."

"In the dark?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Sky looks up. She smiles devilishly at him before looking down again, leaving Noah slightly perplexed.

"Kids! Dinner is ready in five … what are you two doing?" Chan's voice grows nearer as he approaches the bedroom, popping his head in curiously. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Noah smiles as their father joins their little congregation. "I was painting my nails and Ky is doing something I don't know what."

"I'm making them better," Sky declares as Chan sits beside her, peering over her shoulder. His eyes light up in awe as he takes in his daughter's art, and he restrains himself with some effort from hugging her, in fear of messing up her work.

"They look pretty, Little Cloud," Chan settles for instead. "Do you have a gig tomorrow, Noey?"

"I asked him that already," Sky grins. "He does."

"Yeah," Noah nods, turning to face Chan. "It's late."

"Have fun kiddo," Chan says, before his eyes catch sight of his ukulele. He picks it up, his fingers toying with the strings just like Sky previously, and the resemblance between them both makes Noah smile. "Be safe. You know how I feel about drugs but if you're going to do them then … "

"I'm not going to do drugs, dad," Noah laughs fondly. "Don't worry. You know I hate them as much as you do."

"Wrong," Sky intercedes. "You like painkillers. Painkillers are drugs."

Noah sighs just as Chan starts chuckling. "I hate recreational drugs, smart ass."

"Yeah, yeah."

Chan smiles as he watches his kids. As he does so, his fingers find the old chords of the song he used to love, and before he knows what's happening, he starts to play the opening of it.

"Oh here we go," Sky giggles as she draws over her brother's last nail. "I'm Yours, for the billionth time."

Chan bursts into shy giggles, his nose turning red. "I can't help it. It's the only song I know on here."

"Come to my gig tomorrow and maybe I'll play it too," Noah says, wiggling his eyebrows under his hair. "I'll dedicate it to you."

Chan perks up at that. "Sold. When does it begin?"

"At ten," Noah replies. Then he laughs, suddenly shy. "Are you really going to come?"

"Of course I am," Chan sets the ukulele down beside him carefully, picking up a cushion instead. He starts tugging at the seams the way he always does when he's holding a cushion. "I need to come and be the embarrassing dad."

"Oh my God," Sky snorts. "I'm done, Noey. Wait I'll put the top coat on."

"Thanks Ky," Noah grins.

Soon she's done and Noah holds his fingers hands out infront of him. Using neon colours, Sky has painted tiny things on each fingernail; music notes, stars, goofy smiley faces … they're bright against the stark black and Noah's mouth forms a little 'o' as he examines them closer.

"Woah," he breathes. "See what I mean? These are fucking amazing, Ky."

Grinning, the boy reaches over and playfully squishes his sister in an affectionate hug. He kisses her cheek, relishing in the way she squirms away from with a dissatisfied groan.

"If you do that again I will kill you," Sky rolls her eyes despite the smile spreading across her face. "And I'll get Eugene and Lana to kill you too. Oh, by the way they're glow in the dark. For the gig."

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Genre: husband!Chan, fluff

Warnings: slightly suggestive

Request: no

Character: Chan

Word Count: 1.7k

"Ooh it's cold," Chan huffs, his hand planted firmly in Y/N's. "Don't you think it's cold? It's cold, right?"

Snorting with laughter, Y/N squeezes his hand back before pulling her husband towards herself.

"I think it's just as cold as it was the past five times you asked me that," Y/N laughs, standing up on her tiptoes as she pulls Chan's beanie down his forehead. She cups his face and drops a fat kiss on his pink nose, the man melting and giggling like a giddy teenager under touch.

"Baby … " Chan whines as his cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. "Oh my gosh I love you so much."

He can't help but slide his arms around her waist, hugging her tight in the middle of the empty street. It's nearly dark already, and the world seems to be hidden under a hazy blanket of dusty blue, the sky slowly deepening and darkening under the thick clouds.

Y/N smiles up at Chan as she melts into his arms; despite him complaining about being cold, he's as warm as ever, and she leans closer to indulge in the sweet heat of him. His scent and his warmth knit a cosy bubble around them both as they hold each other, glad there seems to be a lack of pedestrians roaming the deserted streets.

"You wanna go get some ramen?" Chan says suddenly, pulling away a little to look at his wife's face.

Y/N raises an eyebrow. "Do you mean actually get ramen, or something else … ?"

Chan splutters. He immediately turns beet red.

"I mean actually eat ramen!" Chan laughs nervously, rubbing the nape of his neck. "I'm hungry."

Giggling, Y/N squishes her husband's cheeks. "Christopher Bahng, are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yeah?" Chan chuckles, bringing his hands up to lay atop his wife's. He slides his fingers into the gaps between hers, entwining their hands before absentmindedly swinging them around between them. "You wanna go on a date with me? To eat ramen?"

"Hmm … " Y/N dramatically pauses and stares up at her husband with narrowed eyes as she pretends to come up with an answer.

But then her stomach growls loudly, making the both of them burst into laughter.

"Yeah," Y/N nods, rubbing her stomach. "I'm hungry too."

Giggling at his wife, Chan raises their entwined hands and kisses the backs of her knuckles tenderly before flashing her a wide grin, overflowing with affection. "Alright then. Let's go."

Barely even ten minutes later, Chan and Y/N sit in a small shop, their tall stools perched in front of a huge window. It's begun to rain outside, Y/N can see Chan swinging his legs around under the table as the two of them wait for their food in the rain stained window.

She smiles.

Soon they're being served two huge black bowls, steaming and almost full to the very brim with broth.

"Oh my God … " Chan exclaims with excitement, his words coming out in a playful tune as he clasps his hands together. "It looks so good."

Y/N splutters; her brain suddenly flashes with an extremely old clip of her husband saying exactly the same thing to a cardboard carton of convenience store ramen.

"What's so funny?" Chan chuckles, leaning closer to his wife. The tassels of his hoodie tickle Y/N's skin as Chan rubs his nose against her cheek, his eyes wide as he looks up at her like a playful puppy. "Hmm?"

"Do you remember," Y/N giggles to herself, rubbing her face. "When you and the guys had just debuted, and you were out at a park and Felix got ramen?"

Chan's face floods with a slow smile as he remembers. "I remember. The whole "oi Felix" situation, right?"

"Right. And then when you saw the ramen you were like "oh my Godddddd it looks so gooooooood"," Y/N bursts into laughter again, and Chan joins in with her as he shares her memory.

"That's what you just did," Y/N continues. "Reminded me of that."

Chan chuckles, placing his hands around his bowl and relishing in the heat. "I can't believe you remember that."

"Of course I do. I was obsessed with that clip for months."

Giggling all over again, Chan rests his chin on his wife's shoulder and looks up at her with stars sparkling in his eyes. "I'm glad I met you."

"I'm glad I met you too," Y/N flushes, before joking with him. "But I'm not sure I'm glad about how sappy you are in public."

Chuckling, Chan kisses her cheek before sitting up straight again. "Well, that's part of the package … small -"

"Please don't continue that sentence," Y/N interrupts her husband. "Please. I still have trauma from the last time."

With his mouth permanently emitting joyful laughter, Chan rocks forward and backwards on his stool like a child. "It wasn't even that bad!"

"Yeah? Do you know how crazy Stays went when you said that? It sounded so wrong," Y/N whines, prodding at her noodles with her shining chopsticks. "You never even realise half of the time what you're saying."

Chan grins mischievously. "Shall I tell you a secret?"

Weary, Y/N raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"Come here," Chan beckons her closer with his hand, and she does as he says, leaning towards him as he does the same.

He grins as he whispers into her ear. "Small packages have big surprises."

Groaning melodramatically, Y/N pulls away from her husband as he bursts into another round of energetic laughter, barely any sound coming out from his mouth as he laughs too hard, taking in Y/N's exasperated expression. He automatically places a hand on her knee as he steadies himself, and despite her mild annoyance, she can't help but let out a snigger that escalates rapidly into full blown lighter.

"I hate you so much," Y/N is in stitches as she drops her forehead against Chan's shoulder. "Christopher Bahng, you're absolutely insufferable."

"I didn't lie though," Chan wheezes. "You know exactly just how big my package is."

Choking on air, Y/N covers her mouth as her eyes widen; she looks around to make sure no one is listening to their conversation, before she grabs her husband and hits him playfully on his upper arm.

"Shut your mouth," Y/N hisses, before burying her face into his arms embarrassment floods through her face. "Someone could hear you!"

"Oh? Do you not want anyone else to know how big my package is?" Chan whispers; his voice barely stays quiet though as he starts laughing all over again.

Letting out incoherent strings of words, Y/N shakes her head against his arm. She sits up and glares at him, her cheeks bright pink and matching his.

"Alright, alright, let's eat," Chan chuckles, cupping Y/N's face in his hand.

Chan picks up his own chopsticks and deftly picks up one half of the soft boiled egg sat on top of his noodles; he leans over to Y/N and places it into her dish, flashing her a happy grin before loading his chopsticks with the noodles.

"Mmm," Chan hums as he slurps the noodles up. He leans back slightly and shuts his eyes as he chews slowly, savouring the warmth and the savoury taste of the ramen before swallowing, completely satisfied.

Y/N watches him with a smile on her face. No matter how long they've been together, she can never get enough of the pure joy on Chan's face when he eats good food. Something about the way his eyes crinkle up and his lips curve up with happiness and his hands wave around … it's as though his entire body is enjoying the food and it warms Y/N's heart.

She loves seeing him eat. She could watch him eat all day.

"Is it good, baby?" Y/N asks with a smile. She giggles when the man nods, his eyes still shut; he seems to be floating in the flavour and Y/N's grin widens. "You look so cute."

Chan opens his eyes then, his cheeks full from another mouthful of the ramen. He looks like a little chipmunk, and Y/N resists the urge to squish him like a ball.

"Look at you," Y/N picks up a napkin and holding Chan's chin with her fingers, she gently dabs around his mouth. "Still a child."

Gulping, Chan grins sheepishly. "Thanks baby."

Y/N kisses his nose. "You're welcome."

"Can we try something?" Chan suddenly perks up, and in true Chan style, he starts giggling again before he even fully finishes what he's saying. "You know in movies … when the couples have like, a strand of spaghetti or noodle connected by each other's mouths?"

"You just explained that so weirdly," Y/N laughs. "But yes, I know what you mean."

Chan looks hopeful. "Can we do that?"

That's how Y/N finds herself staring into Chan's eyes in a strangely intimate way considering their mouths are being connected by a noodle strand. Chan's eyes are locked on hers too, and before Y/N knows what is happening, Chan moves forward, slowly eating the noodle the closer he gets.

Y/N can't help but think how incredibly weird this is. She hopes no one walks past the window and sees them.

But just as Chan's nose is almost pressed up against hers, someone walks past the shop; the man stares at the couple, Y/N and Chan frozen as they make awkward eye contact with him.

Unable to contain the sudden rise of mirth rising up inside of him, Chan snorts; the noodle flies out of both of their mouths and Chan guffaws as the man outside looks even more concerned. He walks off, leaving Chan to clutch his stomach with aggressive laughter as tears spill down his cheeks.

"Oh my gosh," Y/N drops her face into her hands, her bowl of ramen completely forgotten. "I can't do this."

But that just makes Chan laugh even more; he wraps his arms around his wife's body and rests his cheek against her back, softly wiggling her body in his grip. "Did you see his face?"

"I wish I hadn't," Y/N groans, a smile spreading across her face. "I wonder what he was thinking."

"Probably that some things should stay in the movies?"

Y/N and Chan giggle all over again; they've completely forgotten about their ramen, their laughter bubbling up and out of them.

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