#bang chan scenario

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

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.”

“I finish at six,” you told him.

“I’ll be back outside at six on the dot.”

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