A Sticky Situation

"No."

"Felix, please?"

"No!"

Y/N scowled at her best friend. She tucked her hands around his arm and tugged at him playfully, her face splitting into a grin as Felix rolled his eyes up to the night sky in mild annoyance.

"Pretty please?"

Felix groaned. "Do you want me to throw up?"

Y/N wrinkled her nose. "No."

"How about faint?"

" … No."

"Then the answer is no," Felix enunciated the last word clearly, leaning down and writing letters in the air with his finger. "'N'. 'O'. Spells. No."

"You're no fun," Y/N sighed as Minho started to laugh. She looked up at the giant roller coaster near them; the carriage rushed past them and took with it a trail of adrenaline filled streams. Y/N pouted with longing, her gaze following the ride into the distance.

"I'm not going on it either," Minho was quick to interject just as Y/N opened her mouth. "I just ate."

"Well, why did you eat?" Y/N whined.

Minho shook his head. "What do you want me to do? Turn back time? Sorry, I can't."

It was late in the evening, the sky a watery shade of navy; a thick blanket of clouds hung above them. It didn't seem to put a damper on people's moods, however - the crunch of orange leaves echoed everywhere as excited couples and groups of friends ran around together, laughter filling the air and mingling with the flash of colourful lights and the muddled scents of fried food.

Felix smirked suddenly. "I know who you can go with."

"Who?" Y/N was confused. She looked towards him, trying to follow his gaze with her own. "Felix?"

Felix nudged Minho with his elbow; letting out a burst of amused laughter, Minho grinned devilishly at the sight of two figures emerging from a throng of people in front of someone.

"I may have invited someone," Felix said to Y/N. He slung his arm around her shoulders as he smiled into the distance.

"Who?" Y/N asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

Felix smiled; it was a slightly guilty smile, and when he turned to face her properly, Y/N felt her heart drop.

"Some day, you'll thank me for this," Felix said, clasping his hands onto her shoulders.

Y/N stared at him. She suddenly felt very, very uneasy.

"Lix? Lix … tell me you didn't … " Y/N's voice trailed off as her eyes landed on the people in question. She swallowed, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets. "Oh."

Usually, Y/N wouldn't have minded if Felix had invited more of their friends to join them. She had a special fondness for them all, even if they weren't all incredibly close; they still had a way of making things lighthearted and fun, and Y/N wouldn't have opposed that sort of atmosphere.

However, when Y/N clocked Chan standing beside Changbin barely a few feet away from her, she felt her oxygen being knocked out of her. He looked infuriatingly handsome despite his outfit being the most basic combination of clothes, and the chilly breeze had an annoying way of infiltrating Y/N's nose with nothing but the sweetness of his cologne.

She suddenly wished she had never let Felix weedle her innermost feelings for Chan out of her.

"Good timing!" Minho said, waving to the two friends. "Felix and I have somewhere to go."

Staring at her booted feet, Y/N napped her head up and glared at the man in horror. "What? Where?"

"You know … we just … have somewhere to be," Minho abruptly jabbed his elbow into Changbin, his eyes menacing as he tilted his head to the side.

"Oh, yeah! Me too. I need to … go … with them," Changbin stammered, though realisation began to flood through his eyes as he understood his friends' plan. He cocked his head towards Chan who's confusion mirrored Y/N's. "Looks like it's just you two!"

Chan's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "Wait, Bin - "

He was cut off when Felix swiftly shrieked with laughter; he had grabbed Changbin and Minho and the three friends banged into each other as they began to run away.

"Felix!" Y/N yelled after him, appalled. "What the fuck?"

"I love you!" Felix laughed, waving at her. "Have fun! Text me!"

Her mouth dropping open in betrayal, it was all Y/N could do to stare after her friends. She was mildly aware that Chan had come to stand beside her, his own face utterly flabbergasted as he watched the three boys disappear amongst a large crowd of people.

"Wow … " Chan breathed slowly. There was a short pause before Chan let out a nervous chuckle. "That was so rude."

Y/N let her eyes fall shut. She inhaled slowly and when she opened them again, Chan was watching her curiously.

"Hey … " Chan said.

Y/N swallowed. "Hey."

Chan shoved his hands into his pockets. He was trying to appear nonchalant; he hoped Y/N wouldn't notice the way his fingers had a slight tremble to them against the fabric.

"It's pretty cold tonight, huh?" Chan asked lightly.

Y/N had no intention in telling him she currently felt so hot that she wondered if she could hear her skin sizzling under her coat.

She didn't reply. The silence became very, very awkward.

"I can't believe they left us all alone … " Chan tried again when she didn't answer. "What do you wanna do?"

Chewing the inside of her lip, Y/N suddenly nodded towards the roller coaster she had been dying to go on earlier. She tried for an easy smile; she had a feeling it might have given her the appearance of a deceased Jack-o'-lantern instead and she inwardly cringed.

"Fancy going on that with me?" Y/N half joked. "Felix and Minho both didn't want to. Bet you don't want to either … right?"

Chan tilted his head up to the ride. It was so high up he could barely see the top of the track; it seemed to disappear into a hazy layer of fog.

She was right. He really didn't want to.

He shrugged, however. "Sure. I'll go on it with you."

"I knew you wouldn't want to," Y/N laughed. She froze suddenly, realising what he had said a minute later.

She blinked at him. "Wait. Really?"

"Yeah," Chan smiled. "How bad can it be, really?"

Ten minutes later, Chan was immediately regretting his words. His face as white as a sheet, Chan held so tightly onto the small bar in front of him that he could soon see the colour of his bones through his skin. He didn't usually have a fear of roller coasters. But something about riding in the middle of the night with fog so heavy that he could barely see his hands in front of him was making the experience particularly eerie.

Y/N glanced at him through the corner of her eye. Their carriage had only just begun to trail up the huge track, and the man beside her already looked like a corpse.

She hid a smile.

"You okay?" Y/N asked him.

Chan grinned. It was a spectacular grin: it completely transformed the silent terror on his face with such a fake level of warmth that Y/N resisted the urge to burst into laughter.

"I'm great," Chan gritted out through his forced smile. "How about you?"

"You look like a ghost," Y/N said simply. "Why did you agree to come with me?"

They had neared the very top of the roller coaster. The carriage slowed to a very slight haunt as it uprighted itself, readying itself to shoot down the hill in front.

Chan swallowed thickly. "Because I li - "

Whatever Chan had intended on saying was suddenly ripped out his mouth; his words melted into a high pitched scream as the carriage dropped, and soon the sound became silent with the sudden momentum that had pulled them down.

As the ride continued, Chan's screams and yells entwined peculiarly with Y/N's laughter. The man was gasping dramatically as he was slammed to the left and to the right, and at one point he banged his head against the back of the seat so hard that he momentarily forgot about his initial terror. He groaned in pain instead, his whimpers causing Y/N to almost pass out from the intensity of which she was laughing.

After what felt like simultaneously a couple of seconds and a couple of lifetimes later, Y/N and Chan stumbled out of the carriage. Chan was limp and he crashed into Y/N who flew into the nearest wall, her laughter spiralling into the air as she collapsed onto the ground.

"Oh my … " Y/N wheezed, letting herself fall back onto the damp grass. She clutched at her stomach in pain, a lifeless giggle escaping her as she coughed. "Oh my gosh."

Chan was breathing heavily. He scrambled up and off of Y/N before circling his fingers around her wrist and pulling her up after him. He pulled slightly too hard and Y/N tripped; she lost her footing and crashed down on top of him, this time Chan's back hitting the ground.

"Ow … " Chan groaned, immediately clutching his head. "Not again."

Suddenly concerned for the well-being and safety of Chan's head, Y/N slid off of him. She tugged at him until he was sat upright, and she gently placed her hand to the back of his head.

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked, softly rubbing his dishevelled hair. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling; their shared ordeal had completely diminished the earlier bubble of awkwardness, and Y/N strangely felt less giddy as she looked into his eyes.

Chan grinned back at her. There was a slight graze over the top or his cheekbone, but the colour had started to flood back into his cheeks as he nodded at her.

"I'm okay," Chan laughed. He stretched his neck to the side, a comical groan leaving his mouth. "I never want to do that again though."

Giggling, Y/N slipped her hand into his. It was warm and comforting, and she heaved until he was standing up again.

"Why did you come with me?" Y/N asked again as she gently dusted the leaves off of the man's back. "You didn't have to."

Chan shrugged. He ignored the sudden heat at his ears as he remembered how he nearly slipped up the first time she asked him the question.

"You looked like you really wanted to go on it," Chan chuckled. He followed Y/N as she began to weave herself through small crowds. "I didn't want you to go on it alone."

His stomach suddenly rumbled; embarrassed, Chan covered his body with his hands as though it would stop the sound.

Y/N started to giggle. "What do you wanna eat?"

"Whatever you wanna eat," Chan replied as his lips turned up into another smile.

Much to Chan's surprise, Y/N slipped her hand into his. He looked down with wide eyes before he was tugged towards a friendly looking stall, and he couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself at the joy on Y/N's face.

"Caramel apples!" Y/N squealed. She smiled at the woman serving, pointing to the display case. "Can I have two of these, please?"

She slipped her fingers into her coat pocket; but before she had the chance to reach for her purse, Chan had already handed over a stack of coins to the woman.

"Hey!" Y/N exclaimed as Chan started to chuckle in satisfaction. "I was gonna pay."

"Don't worry about it," Chan shook his head. He took the two apples from the woman and held one out to Y/N with a soft smile on his face.

Y/N sighed. She took the apple anyway, her eyes lighting up at the high shine of the caramel.

Chan lifted the apple to his mouth. He opened his mouth before closing it again; he frowned at his apple, turning it around before attempting to bite it again.

He let his mouth fall shut.

Chan sighed. "Is there a reason you chose the hardest food to eat?"

Y/N giggled. "It's fun."

"Me embarrassing myself is fun to you?" Chan asked; he had managed to nibble the bottom of his apple, and Y/N grinned as she took a massive bite out of her own.

Chan's mouth fell open. "How did you do that? It's so … sticky."

Y/N shrugged. "You just have to go for the first bite. Then it gets easier to eat."

Staring at his apple with determination, Chan blinked slowly. He then bit the very middle of it; a massive chunk of the apple came out, and the man groaned, clutching at his jaw.

"Ow," He said, his groan of pain morphing into laughter, and then sounds of delight at the flavour of the apple. "Wait, this is really good."

"I love caramel apples," Y/N replied. She had taken another bite, completely unaware of the caramel that was glistening near the corner of her mouth.

Chan smiled. He pointed to his own mouth. "You have caramel here … "

Swallowing her last bite, Y/N blinked. She touched her lip. "Here?"

Shaking his head, Chan started to laugh. "No. It's … "

He watched as Y/N rubbed her mouth. To his amusement, the caramel still glistened over her lips, and the man inwardly took a deep breath.

"Here, I'll get it … "

Reaching out, Chan placed his thumb on the girl's chin; Y/N's eyes widened, and she barely had time to realise what was happening before she felt the man's lips on her own.

Soft, warm, and sweet from the apple, Chan's kiss made Y/N's knees buckle. Removing his hand from her face, Chan scooped his arm around Y/N's waist before the tip of his tongue gently licked the smear of caramel off of her lips. His mouth curved into a smile against her mouth as he felt Y/N's breath hitch.

"All gone," Chan hummed as he stepped back. His eyes crinkled, and his nose flushed pink as he laughed at the shock on Y/N's face. He watched in increasing mirth as her apple suddenly fell off of its stick and landed promptly onto the ground.

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Things Chan would do to show you he loves you

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Lean On Me

"Ow … " Y/N muttered under her breath as she landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. The concrete beneath her scraped across her knees as she felt her tights rip, giving way to her already bruised knees.

She sat up and dusted her hands; the bottoms of her palms were red but unscathed. She peered down at her knees and visibly blanched - blood was trickling from two large welts in her knees, and it was congealing around the fraying edges of her tights.

Y/N sighed. She was glad she was in a concealed part of the school grounds. No one would accidentally walk past and witness her in a state of vulnerability.

Shrugging her backpack off of her shoulders, Y/N unzipped it and hunted around for her little first aid kit. She had always been clumsy; after her face had had too many encounters with the seemingly intriguing ground, she had begun to carry a small pouch around with her. Equipped with plasters, rolls of bandages, gauze and disinfectant, Y/N's kit had become more dear to her than her mobile phone.

However upon opening her kit, she quickly noticed something in dismay. She had no plasters left, nor any bandages. Shaking the pouch upside down in feeble hopes that something useful would fall out, Y/N groaned. She tossed the empty pouch back into her bag and dropped her face into her hands with a groan.

She hardly noticed the quiet footsteps approaching her as he had a quiet breakdown on the concrete.

"Are you okay?"

Y/N jumped at the soft voice; she whipped her head up to see a boy she'd seen around in her class. She remembered his name was Chris - he looked worried, his brown eyes narrowed as he cocked his head to the side.

Instinctively, she twisted around so he couldn't possibly see the state of her knees. "I'm fine."

Chris wasn't convinced. He rubbed the nape of his neck, perplexed; he didn't want to pry, but he couldn't just walk away either. He wondered if perhaps she had fallen … he saw how clumsy she was, even if she thought no one knew.

"Why are you on the floor?" Chris asked carefully. He moved a little closer to her; his eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of her knees. "Oh my … that looks like it hurts. Are you sure you're okay?"

Y/N bit her lip. She was used to hiding her injuries away and biting her cheek to ignore the pain; her parents had made it very clear to her over the years that she was to get no sympathy from them with her injuries. Nor was she to make a fuss over them - she was to get up and pretend nothing had happened.

Y/N was convinced they wouldn't bat an eyelid if she was to fall off of a cliff. Not that she cared about their response either way.

"I'm fine," Y/N repeated, looking down. "Go home … don't let me stop you."

"Hey, no," Chris plopped down beside the startled girl, crouching as he tried to get a better look at the girl's knees. He pulled an expressive face, one that an adult might give a child. Y/N was amused and she blinked up at him.

He suddenly stood back up again. He pulled his bag off and set it down on the ground beside the girl.

"Stay there," Chris said. "I'm leaving my bag here so you know I'll come back. Don't go anywhere."

Then he dashed off back the way he came, leaving a dumbfounded Y/N staring after him.

She had no choice but to stay now that he'd left his bag. Y/N peered down at it. She couldn't help but smile; it was fully black, animated keychains hanging off of the zip. Tiny enamel pins decorated the front pocket, and Y/N found herself leaning closer to inspect them out of interest. They were sports themed … some had inscribings in the metal, depicting times and places. Y/N tilted her head to the side.

Were these from competitions?

Before she could ponder further, hurried footsteps made Y/N look up; Chris was jogging towards her, his hair flying in the breeze. He had a tiny bag clutched in his hand and it jangled lightly with his movements.

"I brought you some plasters," Chris said cheerfully, retrieving a small box from the bag. Then he frowned, looking around. His eyes lit up when he saw a tiny bench tucked away a few feet away. "Can you stand?"

"Yeah … " Y/N nodded; she hoisted herself to her feet and immediately stumbled. She braced herself to fall again and was surprised when she felt a pair of warm arms around her shoulders and waist.

"Careful," Chris chuckled. "Did you twist your ankle?"

Circling her foot around, Y/N winced. She nodded. "I think so."

Chris adjusted his hold on her. He was careful in ensuring his hands didn't stray, and he gently held her waist with a firm but soft hold. "Just lean on me. There's a bench over there."

Unable to find a reason to object, Y/N couldn't do anything but lean on him like he said. With the help of Chris, Y/N limped and hopped until they reached the bench. Chris gently dusted fallen leaves off of the seat with his free hand before helping her sit down.

"Just how clumsy are you?" Chris joked, his eyes melting into tiny half moons as he jogged back to retrieve their bags. He placed them on the floor beside the bench before sitting next to Y/N. "Your poor tights!"

Y/N smiled at him. "I can't help it. I … I always have plasters and bandages with me but I forgot to fill my kit up last time."

"Well, it's a good thing I walked past then, huh?" Chris grinned, reaching into the bag he had brought. He pulled out a small box, taking out individually wrapped antiseptic wipes from it. "Can I clean this up for you?"

Y/N blinked at him. She couldn't recall if anyone had ever helped her when she'd hurt herself before. For as long as she could remember, she was the one who tended to herself.

Her first instinct was to say no. That she could do it herself. But his face seemed so genuine and friendly that Y/N felt herself being swayed.

She swallowed as she nodded. Maybe she'd regret this later. Maybe she wouldn't.

Only time would tell.

"Okay," Y/N said.

Chris smiled. Then he laughed nervously, his nose turning red. "How am I supposed to do this? Your knees are so far away."

Y/N was surprised when she felt herself suddenly laugh at that. He was so frank that her guard suddenly began to drop, the caution that was making her shoulders stiff suddenly melting away.

"I could … put them over yours?" Y/N suggested. Then she quickly dismissed the idea. "Or not. That's a bit weird."

"It is," Chris laughed, rubbing the nape of his neck. "But it would work. Go for it."

Y/N moved slightly; but then she stopped, sitting back again. She realised this was a bad idea; what if her skirt rolled down her thighs?

"Yeah … I think I should just do it myself," Y/N suddenly said. She took the wipes out of Chris' hands and despite the boy's wide eyed gaze following her, she ripped one of them open and bent over.

But the bench was an awkward length; it was slightly too tall and made it difficult for her to attend to her injuries. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks with the effort, and she suddenly felt very light headed with the pain she was trying to ignore in her knees and her ankle.

"Y/N?" Chris' voice was gentle. "You're going to hurt yourself even more … let me?"

She sat up again, inhaling deeply. She knew he was right; and she hated it.

"Can I?" Chris gestured to her legs. "I'll be careful."

Y/N nodded. She had barely spoken to him in the past, and she was mildly surprised at how respectful he was being towards her.

She moved slightly and Chris gently cupped a hand around both of her knees before swinging them up and over his thighs. His cheeks pink, he gently used his fingers to smooth the folded fabric of her skirt down her legs, making sure she was decent before he took the wipes again.

"This is so … strange," Y/N suddenly burst into laughter. She was leaning back against a small wall, her legs in Chris' lap, in the middle of a quiet corner of the school grounds. "I don't even know you."

At that, Chris' shoulders shook with mirth. "Sure you do. You know my name is Chris and you know I like sports. What else is there to know?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow and he smiled as he pulled the wipe out of its packet.

"I saw you. Looking at the pins on my bag," Chris hummed. He grimaced then, looking down at her knees again as he hesitated pressing the wipe to her skin. "You know this is going to hurt, right?"

"Tell me something new," Y/N sniffed. "Something is always hurting."

Chris pulled a sad face at her. "Grab onto me if it gets too much okay?"

"And what is that gonna do?" Y/N asked.

Chris laughed. "I don't know. Don't they do that in the movies? It has to help somehow."

Y/N giggled under her breath. Her face broke into a soft smile as Chris bowed his head again, his hand fluttering around above her knee.

When he began to dab the disinfectant onto her wound, Y/N's intake of breath was sharp. She gasped as she sat up straight, her hand automatically shooting out. She curled her fingers around the sleeve of his shirt, heat from his bicep flooding up through her skin.

"Is that helping?" Chris asked, trying to distract her. His touch on her knees was so gentle that Y/N was sure he had to be some sort of strange fairy.

"Nope," Y/N breathed. She clutched at his shirt tighter. Chris laughed, a small dimple appearing in the side of his cheek.

Y/N cleared her throat, looking away. Her eyes landed on their bags clustered together on the floor. "Where are all your pins from?"

"They're from different competitions and matches," Chris explained. "I like collecting them. Like little memories."

"You're cute … " Y/N couldn't help but say. But then she realised what she said and she yelped as Chris looked up at her with wide eyes. "I mean that's cute! You know … the idea of them being memories."

"Oh!" Chris laughed and looked down again as his ears flushed beet red. "Yeah, I guess so."

He then leaned back and gathered up the dirty wipes. He shoved them into the empty packets and tossed them into the bin beside them. "Okay, worst part over. How are you?"

Y/N stared at him.

"I mean, how's the pain?" Chris corrected, gesturing to her knees. "Is it still bad? How's your ankle?"

"Ah … no it feels a bit better I think," Y/N shook her head before leaning back again. She had no idea what was happening; she had begun to feel a little faint again, and Chris seemed to realise for his brows creased with worry.

"You're looking a little pale … " He mused. He bent down and reached for his bag from which he pulled out a small packet. "Here, eat this."

Y/N looked down at it. "Mini cookies?"

"Everything tastes better when it's mini," Chris said. He pointed to the packet, his eyes a little stern. "Eat."

As Y/N opened the packet of cookies, Chris opened up a tube of thick looking cream. He squeezed it out onto his fingers before slathering the cooling medicine onto her knees. Y/N held the bag of chocolate chip cookies to him, shaking them in his direction.

"I can't," Chris said. He wiggled his fingers at her. "My fingers are drugged."

Y/N grinned. She reached into the packet and pulled one out before leaning closer to him. She held it out and Chris blinked rapidly at her in mild alarm before he used his teeth to take it out of her hand.

"Good boy," Y/N joked.

Chris snorted; he choked on a chocolate chip, his eyes bulging out of his head like a deranged goldfish as he coughed aggressively.

"What?" His voice was hoarse as he stared at the girl; her mouth was open in shock as she stared back.

"I don't know! You looked like a puppy or something," Y/N whined, rubbing her eyes. "Sorry."

"No, no, it's fine … " Chris cleared his throat. He laughed again, turning away to hide his red face. "Just caught me off guard."

He pulled out two large, square shaped plasters from the bag and after methodically placing them over her knees, Chris smiled in satisfaction. "Can I see your foot?"

Now it was Y/N's turn to choke; she thumped her chest as Chris' hands hastily waved around in the air, trying to amend his words.

"Not like that!" He wheezed. "I meant your ankle … I want to bandage it up so you don't strain it."

"Oh," Y/N sighed. She rubbed her face with a hand, completely flabbergasted. "Yes. Okay."

"Okay," Chris repeated with a chuckle. He carefully slid off her boot and then her sock. His eyes widened at the sight of the purple bruising around her ankle and the top of her foot, and he touched the swelling gently as his mouth fell open. "Y/N … I don't think you twisted it. I think you sprained it."

Y/N groaned. "Again?"

"What do you mean again?" Chris hissed, shocked. "How often do you do this?"

Y/N hummed as Chris began to wrap a sturdy bandage around her foot. "I don't know. Every few months?"

"My gosh … " Chris shook his head as he secured the bandage with another plaster. He replaced her sock and carefully placed her boot back on, lacing it up gently before throwing his rubbish away. "Well … I'm not letting you walk home. I won't allow it."

"What else am I supposed to do, doctor Chris?" Y/N tutted, making the boy laugh. "Fly? One problem … I don't have wings."

Grinning, Chris gently moved Y/N's legs before standing up. He then crouched on the floor with his back towards her, his hand stationed at his sides.

"Come on," Chris wiggled his hands. "I'll carry you."

"Are you joking?" Y/N squealed, embarrassed. "You can't carry me! I'm like … really heavy."

"So?" Chris peered at her over his shoulder. "I don't work out for nothing, you know. Just get on."

"But … Chris we don't know each other."

Chris tutted. "What did I just say? You know me perfectly well … and I literally just saw your foot. I think we know each other as much as we possibly could."

Snorting with unexpected laughter, Y/N had no other choice. She carefully slid her arms around his neck, and once her legs were around his waist, Chris stood up. His hands rested below her thighs, and he grinned at her before he began walking.

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My Universe

Chan's large arms slide around your waist as he deposits himself on the floor behind you; you lean back into him in surprise, turning your head to look at him.

"Can I do your makeup?" Chan asks you, gesturing to your makeup products laid out on the floor infront of you.

You blink. "What?"

Chan giggles, cuddling you closer to him. "I always watch the makeup noonas do everyone's makeup and I want to see if I'd be good at it."

"Alright," you grin, turning around to face your husband. "Go wild. Knock yourself out."

Chuckling, Chan slides himself into your lap, his knees on either side of you. You look up at him, his position making him a lot taller than you, and you can't help but grin at his face; he leans down and gently cups your jaw, his soft lips tracing your own in a soft kiss.

"Probably best to get it all out before I have lipstick on me," you murmur against his mouth, and Chan laughs, biting on your bottom lip. You hum against him and you pull him into you, holding his waist against your stomach.

"Okay, okay," Chan pulls away a few minutes later, rolling his eyes. "Gosh, stop distracting me Y/N."

"Excuse you - "

Chan cuts you off with another kiss and a mischievous laugh as he winks at your aghast face. You sigh dramatically at him and drop your head against his chest, the man reaching for your makeup.

"This is primer right?" Chan holds up a bottle, and you snort, taking the bottle away from him.

"Yes Chan, that's a primer," you nod, pushing it away from him. "But it's not a face primer. It's a canvas primer."

Chan bursts into laughter. "Why do you have that in here? You don't paint in here."

"I don’t know Channie, I don't know," you giggle, pressing a different bottle into his hand. "Here."

"Okay this is definitely for your face right?" Chan teases you, and you poke him in his sides, making the man yelp. He grins goofily as he pumps the liquid into his fingers before rubbing them together.

Then, eyebrows furrowed in concen, Chan starts rubbing the product onto your face; his fingers are adorably gentle against your skin, the slight roughness of his fingertips making you smile fondly to yourself. You mentally make a note to give him a little manicure later.

"Have you done with caressing my face yet?" You tease your husband, who's eyes have started to soften as they state at your face. You're sure you can even see tiny hearts floating around in his pupils, his thumbs stroking your cheeks every so softly.

Chan splutters. "I was not."

"You were. Hearts in your eyes and everything," you point out. Clearing his throat, Chan flushes a dark shade of pink, his lips curving up into a shy smile as he rumbles around your things for his next item.

"Anyway," Chan clears his throat again as he picks up a little compact which he flips open. "Ooh there's a mirror. Hello Chris."

You giggle at his inner child coming out to play at the sight of a mirror. "You're so cute."

"No, you are," Chan counters. "Stop trying to distract me. I'm working."

"Oh right. Sorry. My bad, makeup oppa," you immediately cringe as the word leaves your mouth, and you tangle your fingers into the soft material of Chan's hoodie. "Damn. Makeup noona sounds way better."

You sigh as Chan has to put down the compact, his body shaking as he laughs at you, his hands rubbing over his face. "Makeup oppa? Really?"

"No, definitely not," you whine, slapping him on the arm as he continues to laugh at you, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder in silent laughter. "I hate it here."

"Just call me makeup noona," Chan wheezes, rubbing his teary eyes. "Makeup noona Chris."

"Makeup noona Chris?" You repeat, eyebrow raised.

"Yes?"

You roll both your eyes up to the ceiling in defeat. "Oh gracious."

With another giggle, Chan picks up the compact again and slips his fingers through the little puff. He pats it into the foundation, and slipping his index finger under your chin to lift your face up, he gently starts patting the puff onto your skin.

"You don't even need foundation," Chan pouts, pressing the foundation in a light layer over your forehead. "You're pretty without it."

"You little fuck, I say that to you all the time when you whine about looking better with your makeup," you groan as Chan continues to pout at you.

"Yeah but you're actually pretty without it, I'm not," Chan mumbles, and with a sigh, you slide your fingers around to the nape of his neck and pull him down do you can kiss him firmly on the lips.

You pour the words that you can't say out loud into the kiss, hoping he'll feel what you want him to. You slide your fingers up his hoodie and smooth them over his back, his muscles taut under your touch and his skin as soft as ever.

Pulling away slightly, you let your kisses trail over his jaw, over his bare cheeks and his forehead, before you press a soft kiss to his nose. The man is now properly blushing, his fair skin the hue of a ripe tomato and you giggle as you nuzzle your nose against his.

"You sir, are beautiful," you murmur, lips grazing his. "I've told you that about a million times, and I'll continue to tell you even when you finally understand just how beautiful you are."

"Y/N … " Chan whines, dropping his head to hide in the crook of your neck. "Stop making me shy."

You smile at that as you rub your husband's back, resting your cheek against his shoulder. "Then stop saying such silly things."

Mumbling something about annoying wives, Chan sits back up with a soft smile on his face, his hands coming up to cup your face. "I thought I told you to stop distracting me."

"And I thought I told you to stop calling yourself ugly," you counter, making Chan chuckle as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Okay, okay, touché," Chan chuckles, as he settles himself against your lap again. You lean back against the wall, watching as Chan rummages around for a particular brush.

Finding it, he picks up a small palette and without saying anything, he begins to dust powder over your cheekbones.

You planned on watching everything your husband is doing, but after a while, you get distracted by the concentration on his face; there's something so endearing about the lines near his eyebrows, the constant pursing of his lips and the flattening of them as he sits back to survey his work. His eyes thin out into little slits before they widen again and sparkle as he picks up something else, his palm hiding it from your view.

"Do you have a tiny brush?" Chan asks suddenly, fingering your range of brushes. "Like a little paint brush."

"Hmm," you reach for your huge makeup case near you and pry open the lid before pulling out the rest of the brushes. "Any of these good?"

"Woah," Chan's mouth falls open at the rest of your makeup. "So this is why you're broke every month. Now it all makes sense."

"Hey!" You laugh indignantly, swatting at him. "That is not true."

Chan winks as he reaches for a thin pencil brush, and he starts rifling amongst the other things in the box. With a couple of interested noises, he pulls out a few things and sets them down beside him. "Close your eyes, baby girl."

You do as you're told, and you soon feel him sliding the soft bristles over your eyelids. A while later you feel the brush over your cheeks, and you can't help but open your eyes.

"What are you doing?" You ask curiously.

Chan shrugs, a shy expression coating his face. "Making a mess."

"I swear, if you're drawing dicks - "

"I'm not!" Chan protests, making you laugh. "Though if I did you'd still look beautiful."

You scoff. "You're a flatterer, Mr Bang."

"Only for you."

You shake your head and let him continue, gradually growing impatient; he's been doing thus for ages now, and you long to see what sort of makeup he's done on you.

"Okay last thing," Chan says suddenly, as if sensing your thoughts. He screws open a bottle of lip gloss and points it towards your mouth just as you move, the applicator skidding across your lips and into your mouth.

"Ew," you aggressively drop your tongue out of your mouth just as Chan bursts into more laughter, his thumb coming to wipe away the stray gloss from your face. "Actually, it doesn't taste that bad."

"Y/N if you're hungry you could have said," Chan shakes his head, swiping the gloss over your mouth. "No need to eat the makeup."

"Ha ha very funny," you giggle. Chan reaches for a mirror after he closes the lip gloss, and he holds it up to your face, bottom lip caught in-between his teeth in apprehension.

You blink at yourself in the mirror as your mouth drops open; you look … stunning. Your skin is completely flawless, the prettiest shade of pink sweeping over your cheekbones, and the perfect amount of glow emanating from your skin. But the things that catch your attention the most are the tiny holographic stars glittering over your cheeks and your eyes and freckles, each one twinkling a different colour as you move your head side to side. They're so perfectly drawn on that you start to tear up and you look up at Chan, adoration painted all over your face.

"No, baby don't cry! I only just finished," Chan yelps, gently dabbing at your eyes. "Is it bad? Do you … not like it? I'm sorry I - "

"Chan," you grab at him in exasperation, looking him in the eyes. "Chan it's beautiful, you doofus. You did amazing baby. Thank you."

Chan's shoulders sag in relief as a huge grin spreads across his cheeks. "Wait really? Do you really like it?"

"I love it," you grin as you lean forward and slide your arms around him, hugging him tight. "But why all the stars?"

Chan looks sheepish then, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he rubs the nape of his neck. "Well … every universe has stars. And … and you're my universe."

It takes a few minutes for his words to set in, and when they do, your eyes start tearing up again. Chan notices first and he starts laughing nervously, cupping your face in his hands.

"Y/N your makeup!" He repeats, giggling as you start aggressively blinking the tears away. You both start laughing and you lean your forehead against his, staring at his eyes reflecting the stars on your cheeks.

"I'm your universe?" You ask him softly, tracing your fingers over his cheeks as he nods against you, the very tip of your noses touching.

"Of course you are," Chan hums, pulling you closer to him. "All mine."

"You're my universe too," you whisper, and Chan giggles, bumping your forehead against yours.

"I am?"

"You are," you nod, and then you reach for the same brush he used for your stars. "You need matching stars. May I?"

Chan grins, handing you the pot of glitter. "You may."

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