wow I really love Chan and I can’t believe I haven’t written anything for him yet
You woke up on the couch with a stiff neck and pins and needles in your right arm, which had been wedged uncomfortably under your body during your impromptu nap. You groaned, sat up, and stretched out every part of your body. You then checked your phone and saw that it was 10:36 pm - an hour after your boyfriend Chan promised he’d come by your apartment to watch a movie and spend the night. Then it dawned on you that you must have fallen asleep waiting for him to get home. You sighed, it’s not like you could blame him, because he and the rest of Stray Kids had a comeback coming up and had a lot of work to get done for it. Still, the two of you had been planning this movie night for two weeks, and you couldn’t help but be upset that it looked like it wasn’t happening as planned.
Then an idea popped into your head; you hurried around your apartment to gather all of the things you needed, threw them kind of haphazardly in your bag, slipped on your shoes, and ran out the door. You made it to the bus stop just in time to catch the 10:50 bus that let you off just one block away from the JYP Entertainment building. The receptionist recognized you and let you in, so you made your way to the recording studio Chan liked to work in. Sure enough, there he was, tapping away at the different controls and listening to the results through is headphones. You decided to play a little prank on him since you realized he hadn’t noticed you entering the room.
You placed your bag gently on the floor by the door and then slowly walked to the other side of the room until you were right behind Chan’s chair. You paused for a moment, and then suddenly grabbed his shoulders. As expected, he let out a loud scream and jumped out of his chair (and nearly out of his skin). He ripped off his headphones and spun around to face you. You were immediately doubled over in laughter - the expression on his face was priceless.
“Y/N! What - what just happened? What are you doing here?” Chan questioned. It took you a moment to get your laughter under enough control that you could respond, and you had to wipe a few tears away from your face.
“You never came over to my place, so I figured I’d come by here. You never noticed me come in and I just couldn’t pass up the perfect opportunity to scare you,” you managed to get out before another fit of giggles came over you. He rolled his eyes and tried to suppress a smile, but you knew he wasn’t mad at you.
“Never came over? What do you mean, it’s only like nine o’clock. We weren’t gonna meet up until 9:30,” he said.
“Chan, it’s like, quarter after eleven.”
“What? It can’t be!” He took out his phone and checked the time, eyes widening when he saw you were right. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Y/N! I swear I didn’t mean to blow you off like that,” he exclaimed. You waved your hands dismissively.
“Don’t worry about it, I fell asleep anyway, and only came over here once I woke up,” you explained.
“Still, I feel bad. How about we head back now? It’s not too late for a movie, right? Tomorrow’s my day off so we can stay up as late as we want and sleep in to make up for it,” he suggested. You shrugged in response.
“Nah, it’s okay, I’m already here. Besides, I’ve already planned out a new way for us to spend the night.”
“Oh?” You lead him back towards the door where you left your bag. You crouched down and gently poured everything from your bag on to the carpeted floor. Out came your laptop, two notebooks, three black pen, several colored pens held together with a rubber band, a clear pencil case full of various highlighters and markers, a bag of pretzels, and two water bottles. Chan just stared at you, a look of confusion on his face. You stood back up before explaining, first handing him one of the water bottles. You knew that if he lost track of time that easily then he probably wasn’t paying attention to staying hydrated, either.
“I figured what with your comeback date being so soon and all, you could use as much time as possible to work. And you know I’ve always got a million different story ideas I could work on. So, I figured I’d bring my work here and we could just spend our time together being productive with our respective projects.”
“Are you sure you want to do that? We could do something else, something where I actually pay some attention to you,” Chan said.
“No, no, this is fine. Just being in the same room as you is enough for me,” you said, making him blush.
“Okay, well, if you’re sure. But we’re not staying here all night. I just want to finish this one song and then we’re gonna head back to your place, okay?” You nodded, that seemed like a good idea to you. He leaned in to kiss your forehead before shuffling back to his desk and getting back into producing music.
You took a seat on the floor and spread out all of your writing supplies around you. You then laid out across the floor after decided it would be more comfortable and got to work. Every now and then you would look up and admire your boyfriend hard at work. After the two of you worked like that for while, you looked up to see Chan slumped over the desk, sleeping like a rock. You chuckled, knowing this was inevitable. You got up and quietly packed away your things before going over to your boyfriend. You gently shook his shoulder until he started to get up.
“I think it’s time to head out, Channie. You can sleep at my place,” you said. He opened his mouth to respond but instead yawned. Seeing him yawn made you feel like you had to yawn as well.
“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he said, making you both chuckle. He then followed suit and and cleaned up all of his things. “What time is it?” he asked.
“Uh, 1:21 in the morning,” you responded after checking your phone. “We’re gonna have to walk back, the busses stop running at one.”
“Well, that’s alright. I don’t mind as long as I’m with you,” Chan said. You scrunched your nose at his cheesiness, but he just laughed at your reaction. You made your way out of the building and headed in the direction of your apartment.
“So how’d the song come out?” you asked after a few blocks of walking in silence.
“Well, I was actually kinda stuck on the transition into the second verse for a while before you came to visit and it was so frustrating. Honestly, I think you being there helped me because I’m a lot happier with where it’s at now. It’s almost like you got my creativity flowing again. I have to show it to Jisung and Changbin when I get back to the dorms, I really think they’ll like how it turned out too,” he answered.
“Aw, I guess I’m just your muse,” you joked. He grabbed your hand and pulled you close to him as you walked.
“Yeah, you really are.” He kissed your temple before letting you walk not pressed up next to him, but kept your hand in his.
“Well if I’m your muse then you most definitely are mine, too. I finally figured out wording I don’t hate for the one line of that poem I wrote last month, and I was able to get an outline down for two and a half chapters of a new story I’ve had floating around my head recently. If I had stayed home I know I would have just watched Netflix or something, and instead I got a lot done and I’m super happy about it,” you ranted. Chan laughed.
“So, in a way, me losing track of time and forgetting to come over was a good thing,” he said. You rolled your eyes and laughed with him.
“I mean, I guess it all turned out okay, but you still owe me that movie night,” you insisted.
“And I fully intend to deliver on that,” he promised.
After what seemed like forever, you finally made it back to your apartment and couldn’t wait to get some sleep. After you both put your pajamas on and did everything else you needed to do, you got into your bed. Chan, being the clingy, touchy boyfriend he is, pulled you over so that you were cuddling. You kissed his cheek.
“Good night, Channie.”
“Sweet dreams, my muse.”
as with the last one, I probably should proofread this, but it’s currently 11 pm and I have work in the morning so I’m not going to
“can’t you just leave me on my own?”, chan’s voice rang through the room. his cocky words hitting you hard.
“but i just-”
“no! stop it. stop excusing yourself when you know its your fault!”, he yelled, making you jump and back away immediately.
“you guys okay?”, changbin stepped into the room, interrupting the loud discussion you and chan were having.
“yes, everything is perfectly fine.”, chan responded angrily while glaring at you. you were only trying to take care of him, treat him and show him your love, but in his eyes it was a mistake.
“yo, it doesn’t seem like it.”, changbin said. he took notice of your shaking form: your hands fiddled with your bag, your head hung low, tears dripped down onto the floor and quiet sobs escaped your mouth. clearly nothing was fine.
“forget it, just leave me and y/n on our own.”, chan sternly replied.
“and what? listen to how you yell at your girlfriend for taking care of you because you can’t return it for her? no, definitely not.”, changbin argued.
“you don’t understand.”, chan responded, looking at your crying figure. eventually his heart started to ache. he hurt you so badly even though you were trying your best. he knew how insecure and sensitive you were, how you thought that you weren’t good enough for him, that you were someone who was just being annoying.
“i won’t yell at her, just leave us alone.”, chan pleaded and changbin left, but waited at the door in case something happens.
changbin was protecting you over the last days, taking care of you because apparently you couldn’t. tucking you into your bedsheets and cooking meals for you. you were having a hard time, and since chan was busy on his own, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
chan sighed, feeling horrible for ruining your head like that. he didn’t know what to do. you were crying, but still holding in everything. if you wanted to, you would have screamed and hit yourself for being a bad girlfriend.
you didn’t know for how long you were standing there and crying your heart out. everything seemed useless.
“y/n i’m sorry for being such an asshole to you.”, chan’s words filled the silence.
you weren’t able to respond, instead you rushed towards him and hugged him as tight as possible. chan immeadeatly hugged you back, going back and forth while stroking your hair and keeping you close and safe.
“don’t leave me. i’ll try and be better.”, you sobbed.
“no, don’t change. i will treat you better from now and and be there for you. i’m so sorry, okay. i don’t know what has gotten into me, i’m sorry.”, he sniffed.
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it’s not proofread oops, but i hope it’s understandable and i pray that i responded to this request well:(
Description: Running into your high school classmate sure wasn’t in your plans for your business trip, and neither was sleeping on the terminal floor. Maybe his warm smile is enough to make you forgo more than just travel plans.
Warning: none
Word Count: 3.4k
Pairing:fem!reader x Bang Chan
“Good afternoon. May I interest you in one of our reds to— Y/N?”
You look up from your cold laptop to the flight attendant who had just gasped your name and see a dashing young man with blond hair, smiling warmly at you. “Yes, that’s me. How did you know?”
He chuckles and shifts the drink menu to his other arm. Below you, the jet engines rumble. “My name’s Chan. We took calculus together in high school.”
“Ah, I’m sorry. I don’t—”
“Don’t worry. I didn’t expect you to remember me. About the drinks, would you prefer a glass of apple juice instead? You always had a box in class.”
“I would, please. You have a good memory, Chan.”
He smiles knowingly, and you wonder what is going through his mind. He tells you, “You were the only junior in a senior class. It made you pretty memorable,” but you feel like that isn’t it.
While you try to read him, a loud “ding” echoes through the cabin, and the seatbelt sign illuminates. Before anyone can react, however, the plane lurches to the side, sending everyone flying the opposite way. With quick reflexes, Chan reaches over and grabs your shoulder before you can hit your head on the side panel.
“T-thank you,” you stutter with shock.
He draws back his arm. “You’re welcome. I’ll be back with that juice as soon as I can.”
You nod and he turns to leave, checking on the other passengers as he does so.
“Wow, he’s hot,” you hear the seat in front of you whisper as he passes by.
You watch Chan’s back until he disappears behind the curtains. Unarguably, he’s attractive. You wonder how he was in high school, but you know going through your memory is futile. All you did in high school was try to stay awake through all the coursework, tutoring, and etiquette lessons your parents put you through. You were ‘new money,’ but your parents were adamant you did not present yourself that way. You look at the signature on the bottom of the email you are working on. “L/N Y/N, Director.” It was worth it, you decide.
Chan delivers your juice as promised and moves on to the passenger in front of you. Despite a few hiccups in the plane’s flight, he maintains a steady stance.
“Good afternoon. May I interest you in one of our reds today? Or perhaps a chardonnay?”
“Hmm,” she ponders, “I’ll take a Domaine Leroy served with a plate of your number.”
Chan laughs politely, unflinched. “The cheese here is much better; trust me.”
You snifflea laugh too and look up just in time to see Chan sliding his eyes to steal a glance at you. He quickly shoots you a smile before he goes to fulfill the request.
The plane keeps bumping along, but the turbulence is manageable enough for the staff to keep moving around. After a few more emails and approving some documents, you decide to take a quick nap. After all, you never know when clients from another time zone are going to wake you up in the middle of the night. You fasten your seatbelt, zip up your laptop, and…
… your eyelids close before you even know it. Just before you completely drift off to slumberland, you feel something tickling your chin. You don’t even bother with it and let your head roll off to the side.
Your eyes fly open as you suddenly feel weightless before being slammed back down onto your seat. Someone screams, and luggage crash together.
“This is your captain speaking. This is your captain speaking,” the overhead announcer broadcasts. “We are facing some dangerous weather right now that has compromised the aircraft, and will be forced to land as soon as possible at the nearest airport. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please fasten your seatbelts and remain calm. Press the attendant button only in case of an emergency.”
Confused and frightened murmurs come from all around. You look down to check on your belongings and find a blanket tucked under your chin. That’s odd. You don’t recall pulling out your blanket, but there isn’t much time to think about that right now. You pack everything back into your carry-on and swallow a knot as another lurch of the plane sends your heart racing. Are you going to die here? If you died, what would become of your parents? It’s not like they have another heir, and all these years they spent cultivating you would go down the drain. And your clients. The business will definitely take a hit if its director passes so unexpectedly. Fear grips your stomach as you grip your armrest.
Suddenly, there’s a hand on yours.
“You alright?” It’s Chan. You had seen him earlier calming down a passenger who was furious about the delay.
“Yes, just a bit startled,” you reply, controlling your breathing.
He nods. “Push the attendant button if you need anything. I’ll keep an eye out for your call light.”
You thank him, and he returns to his jump seat just as the plane lurches violently again.
The landing takesover an hour, but at last, you finally feel the security of the ground. Still then, your heart races as the boarding bridge echoes demonically with every clap of thunder and every pelt of rain.
It doesn’t seem like the weather will let up anytime soon, so with a sigh, you find the nearest seat and pull out your computer. Turns out, the nearest seat is at a bar, and almost too cinematically, a man approaches you as soon as you sit down.
“All alone, pretty thing?” he asks.
At least he is no son of anyone important, you note. There is no need for you to entertain him.
“I prefer to stay that way,” you respond curtly.
He snorts. “Cheeky. A business woman, aren’t you?” he observes, looking you up and down. “You know how to hold your own in a man’s world.”
You sigh. “Please just leave. I would prefer it if things did not get complicated.”
“Oh?” He reaches a hand towards you. “Complicated how?”
You grab your belongings and duck under his arm and begin walking away, but he has the audacity to grab you by your collar. You whip around, fire in your eyes, and are about to give you what he has coming until someone beats you to it.
The tug on your shirt suddenly disappears, and a figure appears between you and the man. The newcomer has the predator’s arms raised above his head.
Chan turns his head back to you. “You alright?”
You nod, too dumbfounded to say anything.
“Who are you?” the stranger bellows.
“A staff of this airport, and I will not have you causing a disturbance to our patrons.”
“You!” he grunts as he tries to bring down his arms, but Chan holds them still with just one hand. After several attempts, Chan finally lowers them for him slowly with a dangerous smile on his face.
“Now, off you go,” Chan says, giving him a slight shove out of the bar.
The man curses at the two of you but ultimately leaves.
“Thank you,” you say to your former classmate.
“It was nothing,” he insists.
“Still, let me buy you a drink,” you offer. “Oh! Are you allowed to drink on the clock?”
“We don’t know when we can be in the air again, so I better not,” he agrees. “But, there are a few secret drinks at this bar that won’t hurt.”
“Secret?”
He winks at you then turns to the bartender. “Hey, Sana!”
The server looks his way, and he tugs on his tie twice before holding up two fingers.
“I have a lot of layovers here,” he explains. “This bar has some of the best mocktails.”
“Good thing I ran into you then.”
“Same here. Really.” The same unreadable look from earlier passes his face. “Say, how’s life been since high school? Looks like you’ve been doing well for yourself.”
“Just trying to keep my father’s company alive,” you reply. “I’m actually on my way to meet a client right now.”
“Oh! Look at you, being successful. How about a boyfriend? Kids?” he says jokingly, lightly nudging you with his shoulder.
The bartender places a cup of something light brown in front of you which you stir distractedly. “Probably a fiancé soon.”
“Oh.” You barely catch the difference in his tone between this “oh” and the last. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“I don’t know. Someone Mother will find, I guess.”
His face contorts into a pained frown. “I’m sorry,” he says.
“What about you?” you divert the topic. “How is traveling around the world?”
“It’s the dream,” he answers, relaxing his posture. “I didn’t do so well in high school unlike you, so I’m super grateful I found my calling among the birds.”
You can’t help but laugh. “What do you mean, ‘unlike me?’”
“Didn’t you rank first in your class? Even against Chohunwho had like four tutors?”
“You really have good memory, Chan. How do you remember even the junior class rankings?”
“Well, you just stood out because of calcand your apple juice,” he lies. “Besides, Chohun would not stop talking about his tutors and his academic achievements. It was a great day when test results came out and you came out on top.”
“I was just lucky,” you wave your hand. “I think he had a cold or something during midterms.”
“You’ve always been so humble,” he murmurs quietly.
You aren’t sure you heard him correctly. “Sorry?”
He smiles. “Try the drink! It’s good; I promise.”
You do as told, bringing the straw between your lips, and light up as soon as the flavors hit your tongue. “It’s good!” you exclaim.
He looks pleased by your reaction. “It’s honey hibiscus iced tea. I thought it would suit your sweet tooth.”
“It does,” you assure him. “A bit of sweetness is just what I needed in the middle of this storm.” Turning to the gloomy window, you ask. “Do you think we will be able to fly tonight?”
“I’m not sure,” he admits. “I’ve heard of only one forced landing before, and it wasn’t nearly as bad as this. Thinking about what you might do if we stay the night is probably smart.”
“My assistant already booked me a suite. I’d rather not have to use it though.”
“You rich people,” he chuckles. The ice in his cup clinks against the glass.
“Everyone’s doing it. She said she barely got me a room.”
“I think a lot of planes stopped here. I don’t think there’s nearly enough rooms for every family.”
“What about you? Do they have something planned for the staff?” you inquire.
He shrugs. “My seniors said last time they—”
He pauses as his phone chimes with a notification. “It looks like they’re not planning to take off any time soon,” he announces. “They’re asking us to help hand out blankets.”
“Ah, alright. I’ll see you hopefully tomorrow then?”
“Yeah. Stay safe, Y/N.”
You nod, and he grabs his coat and stands. Before he goes far though, he turns back around and scribbles something on a napkin and hands it to you. “Call me if you need anything, okay?”
“I’ll be fine, but thanks.” You take the napkin and offer him a smile which he returns.
You pull out your computer once more after he leaves and turn it on. Stoney documents load up on the screen for you to look over, and a part of you begins to miss the presence of a certain someone who was just beside you moments before. You shake your head to clear it of that thought. Now isn’t the time for things like that; not when the company is still not yet where your father wants it to be. You refocus your eyes on those still Times New Roman letters and begin to read.
You stay a little longer at the bar, finishing your drink and a proposal before deciding to head up to your room. As you walk through the terminal, a series of coughs draw you attention. In a corner, you see a group of elderly women huddled together with their measly blankets wrapped around themselves, trying to sleep while rubbing their aching bones.
You turn your eyes back on your path to continue walking, but your feet won’t budge. With a sigh, you relent and make your way over to the group of seniors.
It’s cold. It’s undeniably cold. You suspect the power went out too, and the airport is keeping their backup generator just for lights just in case this storm lasts longer than expected.
You shiver uselessly, watching the snow pile and pile outside and trying not to jump as the occasional traffic cone gets slammed against the window. At least, you hope, those grandmothers are warm and comfortable under their duvets.
“Y/N?”
You sit up from the floor and turn towards the whisper and are not surprised to see Chan standing there. He looks tired. A folded blanket hangs from his arm.
Once he’s confirmed it’s you, he makes his way over. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in the hotel?”
“Some elderly needed it more,” you reply.
He gives you another one of his unreadable expressions. “Care if I join you then?” he asks and begins laying down his sheet.
“Don’t you have a place for staff to stay?”
“We do,” he confirms, “but I’m not letting you suffer here alone.”
“I’m not suffering,” you chuckle at his choice of words. “Besides, it doesn’t make sense for two people to suffer if one of them doesn’t have to.”
He flops down and pulls his blanket over his shoulder. “It’s warmer with two people anyway.”
You digress and lay back down next to him.
“I’m not making you uncomfortable though, am I?” he whispers.
You shake your head. “You’re right. It is much warmer with you here. Thank you.”
The two of you close your eyes as the weather outside rumbles. Despite the addition of Chan, it still is dreadfully cold. Your eyelids droop and droop, but your body shakes and shakes.
“Y/N.”
You hear your name, but you can barely react. You make a small noise, and you feel Chan grabbing your hand.
“You’re so cold still,” he sighs.
He lays his blanket on top of yours, and by then, you’re finally able to wake up just enough to reach out and tug his sleeve.
“You’ll be cold too,” you mumble.
“It’s okay,” he insists, adjusting the covers on you.
You shake your head and open up your arms, inviting him in.
“A-are you sure?” he stutters.
You nod, half asleep. Tenderly, he slips under the blankets and brings his arms around you. Almost immediately, you feel much better. Not only are you warmer, you feel something fuzzy filling your chest. It’s an unfamiliar sensation, one so different from the icy coldness that creeps up your spine when you’re with your father. The fuzz is so alien, so baffling, to you, that you can’t even put a name on it. Still, you can’t stop the smile that spreads over your lips.
A soft chime of your phone wakes you up, and you already know who it is from. You’ve been expecting this client to contact you right about now.
You sit up and pull out your laptop, the cold of the metal burning your skin. You prop your back up against the wall and turn on the device. 5:47, your screen reads.
You type away at your keyboard for nearly fifteen minutes before some shuffling draws your attention to the sleeping form in front of you. Chan slowly opens his eyes and looks around until they land on you.
“Sorry. Did I wake you up?”
“What are you doing awake?”
You don’t think he processed what you said. “Just some work. I’ll go somewhere else if my keyboard’s too loud.”
He shakes his head and scoots his butt towards the wall. He grabs a corner of the two blankets with each hand and wraps it around the two of your shoulders, filling you with warmth once again.
“You’ll be cold like that,” he murmurs and drops his head back, sound asleep.
Again, you’re filled with that indescribable feeling. This time, it is even more intense now that you’re awake and fully aware of it. You don’t know what to make of it, or why you’re taking his head and resting it on your shoulder, but you wish you could feel like this forever.
.
.
.
It was all but a feverish dream. At least, that’s what it feels like as you stand at your door steps, six months after that flight. It’s drizzling slightly, and you are cold in your burgundy cocktail dress. So cold.
“It was a pleasure seeing you again tonight, Y/N.”
You smile politely at the man in front of you. Seo Changbin, heir of SEO Entertainment. He is nice enough. Among all your suitors, you dreaded going to dinner with him the least.
“The pleasure is always mine, Changbin,” you reply. “Have a good night.”
“Wait,” he calls as you turn towards the door. “Before we part, I have something for you.”
You watch as he pulls out a box from his coat. It’s a necklace, you realize.
You lift up your hair for him as he puts it on for you. The pendant is hard and icy against your skin. You look down at it. From the way it shimmers under your porch light, you can tell he’s gotten you only the finest on the market.
“It’s beautiful, Changbin. Thank you.”
He smiles bashfully and scratches the back of his head. He is nice enough, you decide. If you had to marry someone, you’d prefer it be him.
“May I ask for one more thing?”
“Of course,” he says eagerly.
You hold your hands out. “A hug.”
“A-a hug?” he blushes.
You begin to draw your arms back. “I’m sorry. That’s imprudent, isn’t it?”
“Not at all!” he disagrees quickly and takes you up in his arms.
You let your head fall on his chest and your eyes to close, waiting for that fuzzy feeling from six months ago to come back, but it never does. You squeeze your arms, holding him closer, but still, nothing.
Finally, you pull back, hiding the disappointment on your face. Changbin’s a grinning mess.
“Good night,” you bid him and turn for the door.
“Good night,” he echos.
The doors close behind you, and you rest your back against it, staring into your vast, dark house. The feeling of emptiness bites at your soul, and something foreign and wet slides down your cheek. You want to run. You want to escape from whatever this emotion is. But how? And where would you run to?
No, not where. Who.
Unconsciously, you reach a hand into your purse for a napkin. You pull one out and feel your throat getting tighter as you realize it isn’t the particular napkin you are looking for. You pull out another and another and another, littering your stone marble floor with tissues until you find exactly what you are looking for. What was once written on that napkin has been reduced to nothing but a smear by now, but no matter. You have memorized the number on it a long time ago.
Hastily, you punch the digits into your phone, but your thumb freezes over the green call button. You wonder how many times you’ve done this already. Changbin would be so hurt if you pressed it. Your father would be so disappointed. The business would crumble to the ground. How can you be so selfish as to do something like that? How dare you be something short of the perfect heir? No. You can’t. You can’t, you won’t, you can’t, you won’t.
Suddenly, a clap of thunder makes you jump. It startles you, but not as much as the dialing tone you hear after your surprise. Your heart races uncontrollably as you stare at your device, not knowing what to do. It rings once. Twice. And then—
It was instinct in you to start humming as you listened to the song playing on the radio, tapping your hand against the side of the coffee machine as you waited for it to clean. The store was empty, which was lucky for you after another long night of studying, making life easy.
There was a bitterness in your heart as you enjoyed the song, recognising each one of the voices that sung it. Each one of them had a connection to you, but one in particular meant more to you than most, even after several years apart.
Once the coffee machine was clean, you turned back to the counter to see it was still clear, sighing in relief. Unlike the till, the tables were busy, watching as some people studied, others chattered, and some just enjoyed the peace and quiet of the café after taking a walk in the fresh spring air that was outside.
Deciding not to stand around, you spun back and began to wipe down one of the counters that you were yet to clean after your lunch service, humming along to yourself again as you made sure that things were spotless.
“Y/N, is that you?”
Your humming soon stopped as a voice called out your name, slowly turning around. Your eyes widened as you watched a familiar blonde figure walking towards the till, chuckling when they realised that it was you.
“I didn’t know you worked here.”
“For two years now Felix.”
You couldn’t remember the last time you saw Felix, or any of the boys for that matter. Your heart raced as he smiled across at you, despite the rise to fame that he had been on, he still seemed like the same humble Felix you knew.
“How have none of us seen you?” Felix chuckled.
Your shoulders shrugged as you moved towards the till too, “I guess I must just be working different shifts to your schedules.”
“Chan will be so happy to hear that I’ve seen you,” Felix told you as he ordered a few coffees to take back to work, watching as your expression dropped quickly.
Just the mention of Chan’s name made you smile, still never quite able to move on. Your breakup had been sudden, right at the start of his debut when things started to get too much for him, thinking it was for the best.
Little did you know that he still talked about you, still wondered about you too. Felix knew as soon as he saw you that he needed to tell Chan, even if he didn’t want to see you, it would be peace of mind for him that you were alright.
“You don’t mind if I tell you him, do you Y/N?” Felix asked you, noticing you getting distant behind the counter, only for your head to shake in reply.
You feared what would happen next for the following few days. Each time the door to the café opened, you jumped, staring across at the door only to see one of your regulars popping in, or a face you hadn’t seen before.
After a couple of days you began to settle a little more, assuming that Chan wasn’t going to stop by. You weren’t too sure what Felix had said, or if he had said anything at all, but you hoped that perhaps Chan would make the effort to see you if he knew where you were.
Part of you couldn’t help but wonder that maybe he still felt guilty, unable to bring himself to see you after how he’d left things. You could hardly blame him if he was, you still remembered the way your heart hurt the day he called it quits.
Through the week, your eyes stopped looking and your heart stopped racing, forgetting all about Felix, and Chan too. Things slotted back into normal for you, still hearing their songs on the radio and trying your best not to seem bothered by them.
The same day the following week, you were lucky to work the quiet shift again. With no one around you started tidying once again, throwing away the empty sandwich wrappers that you had nervously tossed aside whilst serving customers.
“So he was right, it is you.”
It felt like déjà vu for you as straight away you recognised the familiar voice from behind the counter. It was similar to Felix’s, but different at the same time, and as you turned around, your guesses were absolutely right.
You didn’t quite know where to look or what to say as Chan smiled across at you. He had waited all week to see you, opting to show up at the same time that Felix did in the hope that your shifts were consistent every single week.
“You look well,” Chan spoke up as you took a couple of steps towards the counter. “I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to see you.”
Your head nodded back at Chan, fiddling with the leftover material on the tie of your apron to try and distract yourself from looking across at Chan and engaging too much.
“Can I get you something?”
His head shook as you pointed to the menu hung up on the wall. “It’s not a drink or food that I’ve come here for Y/N, it’s you,” Chan responded, “I wanted to come and see you after so long, I never really got the chance to say sorry for how things ended between us.”
Remembering the moment still sent a shiver down your spine, how he called you to come over only to leave you there stunned, never quite getting a true explanation either.
“You hurt me so much Chan.”
“I know that.”
He never stopped feeling guilty for splitting up with you, it hurt him too not being with you anymore. He thought it was for the best, he was debuting after all and the pressure was already too much for him, thinking wrongly that you only added to it.
“I hate how things turned out, I tried to find you for so long, but in the end, I just gave up,” Chan told you. “I used to sit for so long and try and find any way possible to be able to make things better, but I never quite found the way.”
Your head nodded as Chan spoke, mainly not wanting to cause a scene amongst the other customers in the café. Your heart both wanted to scream and reach out and give him a hug to remind yourself of just how good the old days were.
“The last thing I thought before you dumped me was I think I love you, do you know how much that hurt to suddenly have the person who you love decide they don’t want you anymore?” You asked him, “nothing has ever hurt me that much.”
“I’m sorry, for everything,” Chan repeated once again, “I know it’s been a long time, but I thought at least coming here and seeing you would show you that I still care.”
“What is it that you’re here for Chan?” You asked him, with a long list of things to do.
His head nodded understandingly, knowing that he needed to cut the chase whilst you earnt your living, noticing a customer walking through the door.
“What about a fresh start?” He enquired.
Your eyes widened as he asked, slightly taken aback. “I think maybe we need to talk more before we even consider that.”
“What time does your shift finish tonight? I’ll take you somewhere.”
Your hand brushed gently over the top of Chan’s head as he made himself comfortable resting into you, curling as tightly as he could against you.
“You’re always so comfy to lay against,” he whispered once he felt settled, feeling your arm wrap around him to keep him secure too.
Your smile was wide as you noticed the content smile that was on Chan’s face. “You always look after other people, it’s about time that other people started looking after you more often Chan.”
“I like looking after people though,” he assured you, “although I have to admit being cuddled by you right now is nice.”
You leant down as he spoke, pressing several kisses against the top of his head. “Even if no one else does, I’ll always look after you, even if that is something as simple as being the big spoon.”
“I honestly don’t know how I’d be here without you sometimes,” Chan told you, “you’re just the absolute best thing ever.”
“That’s not true,” you giggled in reply, “you don’t give yourself enough credit, you just give it to those around you.”
“I mean it, I’m one lucky guy Y/N.”
Lee Know:
Your eyes flickered down as soon as you heard Minho muttering, trying your best to figure out what it was that he was saying as he dosed in your hold.
“You’re so cute,” you figured out, unable to stop yourself from chuckling as you tried to see whether he was asleep or if he was still awake.
The sound of your chuckle made Minho stir, letting you know that he was still awake after all. “Are you aware that you just called me cute or did you mean to say that to someone in your daydream?”
“No, I meant to say it to you,” Minho smiled weakly, tilting his head back to see you, “you’re cuddling me so nicely.”
Your eyes narrowed down at him, focusing on the wide smile that was on his face. “What have you done? This isn’t the Minho that I know,” you joked, “being the little spoon has changed you.”
“I haven’t done anything,” Minho assured you, “is it so wrong of me to lay here and tell you how adorable I think you are.”
“Normally you’re mean to me,” you reminded him, kissing against his forehead, “it’s taking some getting used to.”
“I’m just being kind to you.”
Changbin:
A hum came from Changbin as your hand began to brush through his hair, letting you know that he was enjoying what it was that you were doing.
“Can you tug a little bit harder?” He asked you, enjoying the feeling of your hand brushing through his hair to try and untangle it all.
Your head nodded, although you didn’t tug as harder as he wanted you to. “I don’t want to hurt you Chang, you’re supposed to be trying to rest and sleeping,” you told him, taking things slowly.
“I don’t mind, my head feels like it needs it,” he assured you, taking your hand and showing you how hard to tug.
Your eyes widened as you felt how much stronger he wanted you to play with his hair. “If you wake up in the morning and all of your hair has fallen out, I hope that you know it’s your fault.”
“That won’t happen,” he giggled, “just pull enough to untangle my hair and apply a bit of pressure to my head as well.”
“Alright,” you whispered, encouraging him to close his eyes again as you tugged through his hair as he had shown you to do.
“That’s it, much more comfortable for me.”
Hyunjin:
Your hand reached up as you managed to take a hold of Hyunjin’s hair, twirling it around in your fingertips as you unknotted it after his busy day.
“This is another advantage to me being the little spoon,” he whispered as he felt your touch, “easy access to play with my hair for you.”
You could only laugh as Hyunjin made another mental note of something else that was working. “You’re just going to use all these advantages to get your own way next time I little spoon.”
“No,” Hyunjin protested with a gasp, shaking his head firmly at you, “I’ll just remind you of these when you tell me no.”
Your hand tugged a little harder on his hair to make him groan, “they’re the same thing,” you reminded him, “and I can think of many advantages of when I’m the little spoon too you know.”
“Like what?” He pushed, “I bet that you list of advantages of little spooning is nowhere near as long as my list of advantages is Y/N.”
“For starters, you play with my hair,” you counteracted, “maybe we should just agree to split the role from now on.”
“I think I can push to doing that.”
Han:
As another soft giggle came from Jisung as he rested against you, you couldn’t help but wind him up more as you tickled against his sides quickly.
“Y/N,” he yelled, quickly trying to push you off as he found himself laughing more, “you’re supposed to cuddle me nicely thank you.”
Your shoulders shrugged as you tried to tickle Jisung as much as you could before you pulled away to let him breathe again. “I’m just getting you back for all the times that you’ve tickled me before.”
“I never tickle you,” he argued, knowing full well himself that it was a lie. “Alright, maybe I’ve tickled you once or twice before.”
Your eyes widened at how much he downplayed how annoying he could be to you as you got ready for bed. “Either start speaking honestly or I’ll be more than happy to start tickling you again.”
“Maybe I tickle you every now and then,” Jisung reluctantly admitted, “but does it make you smile every time I do it?”
“What choice do I have?” You smirked back at him, “you know how much I love whenever someone tickles me Jisung.”
“Then I think I’m being kind to you.”
Felix:
Your eyes looked back in confusion as Felix rested himself against your chest suddenly as you moved around the kitchen to start preparing for dinner.
“This feels quite nice, I get used to this,” he whispered to himself, wrapping his arms around you too as he walked in front your figure.
Your head shook as you tried to make sure that you weren’t in some sort of dream. “Are you trying to stop me from making dinner or something?” You asked Felix, unsure what he was up to.
“No, I’m just getting a feel for what I could be like if I was the little spoon,” he replied, “but in bed, not standing up.”
Your eyebrows knitted together as Felix only left you feeling more confused. “What made you decide to do that now?” You asked him, feeling his grip around you tighten to stay where he was.
“Now is usually the only chance that I can get to you,” he explained, “with this in mind, what about me being the little spoon tonight Y/N?”
“Do I get much of a choice?” You laughed, knowing that Felix already had his mind made up on how you’d be sleeping.
“I’m glad we agree on that one.”
Seungmin:
The pout on Seungmin’s face had your attention straight away as he turned to face you, sensing from the look in his eye that he wanted something.
“How do you feel about being the big spoon tonight?” Seungmin asked you as he turned to face away from you, “I could do with a hug.”
Without arguing, you moved forwards and wrapped both of your arms around Seungmin’s waist. “Has something happened?” You whispered to his ear, resting against his shoulder.
“Just been one of those days,” Seungmin murmured in reply to you, too tired to speak too much to you about things.
Your head nodded, picking up on just how groggy his voice was. “It feels weird for us to lay like this, you’re usually the one holding onto my waist and tickling me to make me stay awake with you.”
“I don’t tickle you,” Seungmin protested with a quiet giggle, “it’s not my fault that you are just incredibly sensitive to everything that I do.”
“No one wants to be tickled at midnight,” you laughed back at him, “you’ve just got a cute face to get away with it.”
“One thing I definitely am is cute.”
I.N:
Your arms wrapped securely around Jeongin as soon as he laid down on the bed, pulling him in tightly so he could rest against your front.
“Thank you,” he whispered as you pressed a kiss against the top of his head, knowing how stressed he had been whilst at work all day.
Your head nodded as Jeongin tilted his head back to briefly be able to look up at you. “I get it,” you whispered, needing only few words for the two of you to understand one another.
“You’re the best,” Jeongin replied, stunned yet again by how well you knew him without him even needing to say a word.
As soon as you heard him sigh walking through the front door, you knew what to do. “We can lay here all night long if you want,” you assured him, knowing how helpful a hug was for his stress.
“I’d like that a lot,” Jeongin smiled as he turned his head back down again to lay more comfortably. “I would tell you about work, but I’m tired Y/N.”
“There’s always tomorrow,” you reminded him, “you can tell me over breakfast if you fancy before we go to work.”
You did a great job ignoring those who disliked you, you thought you were great at it, specially woth Jeongin, that until college work forces you to work together.
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So, I thought that for my 200 follower celebration I should open up requests again (this is a horrible idea considering i get back to classes on the 28th). So here we are!20:03
And no, I’m not reusing some of my fav prompts of my old prompt list. 20:03
Prompt list
Dialogue
A.We may be angry at each other but that doesn’t mean I can’t say I love you before going to work.
B. Nothing is happening between us, ever.
C. Is it so hard for you to believe Iloveyou?
D. I just need to tell you before you go.
E. I thought you weren’t happy, so I let you go.
F. I know you don’t want to talk to me but have a good day today, now you can proceed to ignore my existence again.
G.You can’t just say that, disappear and expect me not to act on it.
H. Don’t cry, you know I’ll cry if you cry.
I.I know I should not feel like this, but I do.
J. I guess we are both disappointed now, huh?
K. I am too drunk for this shit.
L.I am certainly not drunk enough.
M.You just can’t be gone for three years and hope I will still be waiting for you.
N. Do you remember that time you swore you weren’t going to date me? Oh shut up.
Ñ.Is it so hard for you to understand I love you and not them?!
O.This is not just a fucking friendship.
P. I know were are not friends… or anything like that, but I’m just one call away for anything you need.
Q. I think we both can tell it was not one of my brightest moments.
R. I don’t care what other people think, I only care about you.
S. You are already here, just stay the night.
T. Coward. / I think intelligent is the words you are searching for.
U.I’m joking but if you want me not to then I’m not.
V.I could’ve left all this time if I wanted to, but I chose to stay,
X. I just apparently love you so much I feel like crying sometimes.
W.What are we?
Y. When did we fall out of love?
Z. If you walk out that door you are not welcomed back.
Situational
1.Falling for your niece’s handsome teacher.
2.Maybe-I-didn’t-hate-you-as-much-as-I-though kind of love.
3. I’ve loved you for so long I never noticed and just tried filling up the space you weren’t.
4. We see each other on the bus/train everyday but we never talk.
5. You come very week to my flowershop to buy the same three flowers.
6. Me (an empath) sensing you dislike me so I will partner us up on a project.
7. You are so so pretty I can’t help but stare and you caught me.
8. Falling for a stranger who’s common in your life.
9. Your brother’s best friend is kinda cute.
10. When in need of a date, your only option is your friend’s friend, who annoys your existence.
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Feel totally free to just frop by my asks and bend this prompts in any type of AU you would like, from florist and college to the goddamn zombie apocalypse, from the fluffiest tooth-rotting shit to the most heart breaking angst, anything. 21:03
I will write for any of the fandoms I have in my masterlist. 22:03
I still won’t write smut tho. 22:03
And I’m in liberty of denying any requests that make me uncomfy23:03
Oh, and y'all can just drop by your own scenarios22:03
