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𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 when someone else eyes your man at the Fendi afterparty

featuring: Christopher Bahng x AFAB reader

warnings: suggestive

notes: kinda late but idc lol. inspired by Miss Possessive by Tate McCrae.

The Fendi afterparty was in full swing—golden lights reflecting off champagne glasses, designer-clad elites laughing too loud, music thrumming beneath the conversations of Hollywood’s most coveted faces. It was the kind of place where power hummed in the air, where influence was measured in glances and whispers.

Chris had his arm around your waist, his fingers tracing mindless patterns against the silk of your dress. He was effortlessly charming, flashing that dimpled smile at executives and fellow artists alike, his Australian lilt melting smoothly into conversation. You loved him like this—glowing, confident, in his element.

His eyes light up when he spots somebody in the distance, his grip loosening on your hip.

“Gonna go say hi to someone real quick,” Chris murmured close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “Come with me?”

You loved your Friday nights with Chris. Amidst the chaotic and super busy life both of you had , this was a small getaway that you two cherished. Usually you would be watching a movie that you've uploaded on your shared letterboxd list, or shit talking about people at work, or just cooking in peace with songs playing from your shared playlist in the background, followed by drinks. And sometimes, you would get lucky enough to get an early leave from work to get to do all of that on the same day. Today was one such fortunate day.

Chris was talking over the song running in the background, while meticulously cutting the potatoes in the right shape and size for the French fries . " ...and since I did finish the task early, the company said I can take the weekend off, isn't that cool? "

" it is very cool " you acknowledge, briefly stealing a look of his joyous face and refocusing on the sauce you're cooking for the pasta that Chris loves.

" Will you be free this Sunday? We should go to that cafe you wanted to visit and maybe get dinner after? "

" oh. " You don't take spending time with him as granted. Because of it's rarity , you are reluctant to skip on any. But tonight, you're not lucky. "... Well actually, hyunjin texted today. He said his dance lessons got cancelled this Sunday , so he was going to the new art gallery that opened last week and he asked me to join him."

Thanks to Chris, you were introduced to a bunch of good people, who are just as nice and cool. You always had the time of your life when you hung out with the entire group. Karaoke nights with seungmin and jeongin were always fun. Minho and you undisputedly took the duty of cooking during group hangouts, felix helped you for the desert. Han and changbin were the brothers you never had, always bickering about something or the other. Your equation with each one of them was different, but equally beautiful. Hyunjin was the one you found to be the most similar to yourself. You had a bunch of shared hobbies and hence never ran out of topics to talk about over texts, and occasionally over a ciggerette. Often you two would go out to visit an art exhibition or a museum, but more often than not, it would happen as a result of the others rain-checking at the last minute.

" Oh. Okay, when are you going then? "

" we didn't discuss times yet. But my shift ends at 6, so after that maybe. And we'll be getting dinner too. So- "

" woah. So art gallery AND dinner date? " he chuckled surprisingly, with an undertone of something you couldn't quite figure out.

Defensively, you shrugged " it's not a date. "

" oh yeah? What do you call it then? " Chris smirked teasingly.

" it's - just a normal...going out thing. With a friend. "

" with a friend. " Chris repeated more to himself than to you.

You scoffed. " what?"

" what?"

"Are we not hanging out right now? Would you call this a date? " your voice had a tint of playful annoyance.

" would you? "

Honestly, you would like to. But that's probably not what he would want. Right?

" no? " You feign non-chalance.

You expected Chris to say something witty in reply, like he always does. But this time, even if he came up with something, he kept it to himself and just nodded and went ahead with his potato cutting duties. You were disappointed that you didn't get your question answered, but you decided not to press on it further. A silent awkward dawned upon you . You wondered if he felt it too, but his eyes were laser focused on the knife. You wish you could hear what he was thinking.

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You've always admired his passion for the art . On most days, he would send you a new picture of the things he's been painting, the new art supplies he brought, the medium he looks forward to use in the future. While you were not as talented as him at painting, you have loved discussing art with him. Sometimes on video calls, he would just be painting while you studied for your research. You mentioned that to Chris once, and he annoyingly joked about hyunjin being into you. But that's just what friends are for , right? The others always shipped you and Chris too, but that didn't mean anything either. So neither should this.

However, when hyunjin came to pick you up and you opened the door to him looking drop dead gorgeous, all adorned in a black, with a beautiful bouquet in his hand, it occured to you for the first time that maybe not all of this is platonic. Hyunjin took a good look at you in your black dress and said , almost inaudibly " you are beautiful "

You could only chuckle awkwardly to that "you look gorgeous too , as always. "

" this is for you. " Hyunjin handed over the bouquet of dark violet and black roses. " This is so pretty, I've never seen a black rose before " you say taking a good long sniff of the flowers.

" yeah me neither actually. Got my florist to find me some hehe "

You had no clue where all of this was heading, but you really appreciated his efforts . " Thank you so much. I love this. "

" let's get going then , shall we ? "

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The gallery was pretty empty at that hour which meant you could peacefully take your time to go through all the exhibits, without having to keep moving forward to avoid queues. From the moment you walked in your eyes were caught by this one painting that stood lonely at the corner. Hyunjin was going around the venue looking at the breathtaking canvases that adorned the plane white walls of the gallery. Your legs unconsciously dragged you to the exhibit at the corner. Something about it was so immensely sad, it was tugging your heart strings uncomfortably. It tells a story. You can't figure it out yet but you know it's tinged with melancholy, longing and perhaps, unfulfilled love.

You didn't know how much time has passed before hyunjin brought you out of your reverie " looks like you found a favourite "

" i don't know, i haven't looked at the rest yet"

" oh? " He came and stood beside you, the sleeves of your overcoats kissing each other. "....so what's so captivating about this ? " his voice so much softer than before.

" i don't know. The person in the right looks so patient. He's sitting in stillness perhaps longing for a recognition or a moment of connection? " You look up at hyunjin, trying to decipher his thoughts from his usually transparent face. Surprisingly, it was blank at the moment. He didn't say anything either so you continued " the person on the left however, looks fragmented. Chaotic even. The abstract lines. Could that mean emotional complexity? Maybe, they have a natural tendency to see the world through a hazy lens, making it difficult for them to perceive love or care clearly. "

" there's this tension here." a deep breath followed " One heart fully aware and brimming with affection, while the other remains distant, shrouded in a fog they may not even realize is there. You know what I mean? " You look back up at him. His eyes now reflected more light than before. Maybe he too is equally impacted by the picture. Maybe he too can relate to it. Maybe.

" Do you know what I think the most beautiful part of this painting is? " he spoke with the weight of something unspoken and suppressed evident in his voice.

He continued without waiting for your reply " if there's love here, like you claimed , It's neither rejected nor accepted, simply suspended in a space where time, patience, and longing seem to stretch endlessly. It's the silent hope that's beautiful and enduring that love of the person on the right, even when there is no promise that their feelings will ever be acknowledged is what's beautiful about this. " He nodded to himself.

The atmosphere got too heavy and serious with what he said. While you agreed with him , you wanted to know more about what he was thinking. Unfortunately, the security guard told everyone to start leaving the premises as they reached the closing time. With a heavy heart of not being able to look at the other paintings, while also being somewhat content about the conversation you had before you slowly walk out.

On his way out, hyunjin stopped momentarily and took one last look of the painting. The one painting he didn't give updates to you about the second he came up with the idea of it, because he painted that with you in his mind. The two humans on the painting you spent almost an hour talking about were the reflection of how he perceives you and your friendship. And just like every other painting of his, he wanted you to see it first, hence the invite. And maybe, he'll muster the courage to tell you what he feels tonight.

Unknowingly you've put his feelings , that he was astoundingly unsure about, into words. The frustrated brush strokes that accessorised the painting finally made some sense to him too. Ironically.

" do you have a ciggerette? " Hyunjin asks.

You had decided to walk to the restaurant nearby , the breeze was cool and the roads were empty " i think i do, yeah. " you shuffled through your bad to found a singular ciggerette sitting idly in the packet. " There's only one. You have it , i don't want it "

" that's alright we can share " he took the ciggerette in his mouth and lit it up quickly. Taking two quicker steps he went ahead and leaned into the railing of the bridge, closing his eyes softly when the breeze from the river below hit his face.

Something about sharing that ciggerate was strangely intimate. You stood really close to each other looking ahead into the dark oblivion, scatteringly decorated here and there with the city lights, your mind still fogged by the painting you saw earlier.

" do you like him ? " Hyunjin unpredictably whispered.

A part of you knew who he was referring to. But you didn't understand why he would ask something like that so randomly. Or maybe you just chose to ignore the obvious.

" who? " You look at him half confused and half shocked

" chris"

" i- " you tried to calculate the number of consequences of you telling the truth can bring. Because ofcourse you did. All the feelings you have for chris is hidden in one secluded corner of your heart. There was a lot of unattended thoughts and feelings that you cannot quite name, because you would do absolutely anything to hide what you feel for him from yourself, chris and everyone. But you knew it's love nonetheless. " Not really. Why? Why do you ask ?"

" you really took your time huh? " He scoffed, which annoyed you a little. " No reason. Just- just wanted to make sure before I- "

You look at him to find him looking back. There's a hesitation in his voice, a doubt in his eyes. And his breath is awfully cold, like he's frozen from the inside. You realise how close you're standing to him now, his lips mere inches away from the tip of your nose, his uneven breaths delicately reaching your eyes. His right hand brushed upon the back of your neck and spread fire in your otherwise cold body. " I don't know if you lied or not but regardless, i can't live with myself if i don't tell you." He softly caressed your cheek with his thumb as if he's never seen anything more frail, more delicate and brittle , as if one wrong move from will make you disappear.

" i like you...like- a lot. " Hyunjin sighed. Saying it out loud released him from the weight of holding everything in. He gently pressed his lips onto your forehead. A meaningful kiss, conveying everything else he doesn't or couldn't say.

Dinner was unmistakeably awkward after that. You had most certainly lost your appetite after the conversation you had with him

"Hyun- i- " he waited for you , patiently, just like the guy in that picture of the exhibition was. " I just- i don't think this is a good idea " you were scared he would get mad, not because he was a short tempered person but the situation is itself that nerve wrecking.

"so your feelings were always platonic? About me ? "

You could only sigh " it doesn't matter "

" ofcourse it does" he was surprisingly calm, as if he saw this coming.

" i don't want to give you false hopes, or lead you on more than how much I've unintentionally had already. "

" you didn't lead me on " he chuckled

" everyone thinks you and Chris should be together. I do too. It's true that it hurts like hell to think i can't replace his place in your heart but I'm okay with it. Really. It's selfish but I just wanted to let you know how I feel about you. " His eyes were so kind, so calm. It pained you. He smiled softly and it looked so genuine and excruciating.

If anything that you're sure about this whole situation is that you're left utterly confused by it. After years of failed convincing that Chris is just your friend, you've let yourself embrace the fact that you are terribly in love with him. And after days of contemplating you finally decided that you want to share this one last secret that your heart carries so sacredly, with your best friend too. That you would tell chris that you love him, and then deal with whatever happens next. All of that courage leaked out the second hyunjin confessed. " I like you but he loves you " he had said. You don't know what to do with that information, or if it is even correct to begin with.

You're lying at your bed staring aimlessly at the mundane ceiling of your room. Chris has given you two missed calls already. He's waiting on the other side, fidgeting with his phone ,for you to pick up and tell him about the secret you mentioned to him about before. Hyunjin had apologised for the umpteenth time that evening. He shouldn't need to apologise for his feelings but he did and you're still mad. At him. At the situation. But mostly, at yourself.

Fuck.

How did you get yourself here? You wished you could move to a different country and change your identity altogether, so that you don't have to face them again. Or face the horrible truth that you can't be with Chris, not anymore, not after hyunjin's confession. It would kill Chris if he found out.

Your phone rang again. And unsurprisingly, it's him again.

" what. " You hated how you had almost no control over your anger. Your voice was inevitably rude than what chris had expected.

" hi. Hyunjin said you're back, and you said you wanted to have a chat earlier" his voice sounded weaker.

" yeah, about that- "

" it's okay if you're tired, we can talk later. "

You audibly sigh.

You knew you're about to cry.

" you okay?"

" yeah. I'll talk to you later okay? " You utter in a single breath.

It was only after a brief pause that he spoke again " sure. I'm only a text away if you need me "

You knew he was. That's what hurt the most. And there's no way out of this without atleast one of you getting hurt.

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Not even Chris's busy life could keep him distracted from the fact that your voice grew more distant every time he tried to talk to you on call, your texts grew drier and not seeing you that Friday has stretched to three more of those. He didn't stop trying though. When he called you to ask about your day, that inevitably always went unresponded, you wished he would stop. Every time he knocked at your door with your favourite take-away food in hand, only to be lied to about you not being at home, you selfishly hoped that this would be the last time and then it'll be easier for you to live with the fact that you're pushing him away, even if your heart is getting shredded into bits and pieces in the process .

Chris couldn't keep moving any further. He is angry, and so so hurt that you, out of all the people, is doing this to him. What did he even do to have you cut him out from your life without an explanation?

Frustrated, chris opted for the only option he had left. He asked hyunjin. And Hyunjin wouldn't lie to him, not willingly anyway.

How stupid, Chris thought. How fucking stupid of both of you. With all the knowledge of what exactly triggered this reaction from you, and how it's more directed towards him than hyunjin, he's put one and one together, and realised that his feelings for you weren't all one sided afterall. But he can't ignore how he's mad at you for the way you're dealing with your feelings. It's not something he can help with , but it frustated him nonetheless. Loving you was lonely for him. But it's never been as painful as it has been lately.

So here he is again, incessantly knocking at your door. It's friday, 8 in the pm, and he knows you're at home.

" open the door. I know you're in there. "

You are standing across the hallway. He's mad and it's unmistakeably evident in his voice and you know he doesn't deserve what you're doing to him, but your rotten brain still holds you back from opening the door for him.

" y/n. " He rests his forehead on the door and closes his eyes dejectedly. " We should stop dancing around our feelings. It's hurting us. You and me both. Can you not see? "

Your hands softly land on the doorknob. Your forehead resting on the hard surface of the door unknowingly mimicking his gesture. A tear ran down your face.

" you're - you make me so angry sometimes. I feel like screaming. And I love you so goddamn much, it's tearing me apart.

Will it kill you to be honest with me about your feelings for once? " his voice only grew weaker with each words "i know you're listening, answer me. Please. Say something."

You don't know how to answer him. You would love to just run away, but you've done that enough. How far can you even go than you might already have from Chris? But, he said he loves you, right? You didn't hallucinate that. You heard him.

Gently you open the door. The anger within him softened the second he saw your tear stained face, eyes bloodshot. Chris's brows furrowed together, the frown on his beautiful face looked so painful, and you hated how you caused it.

" chris. "

His face looked defeated, bearing an expression so excruciating, eyes fighting tears and he pulled you close. Into his warm embrace.

After everything you've done to him, he still held you close and buried his head into your neck like the times he did when the world was being mean to him.

" I'm sorry " your breathy voice came out broken, almost inaudible. " I'm so sorry" . You realise it's not just Chris' trembling body, but you are shaking too. His cries grew louder and yours followed soon after.

Your insides burn in pain, but there's no medicine on earth that can soothe your bruises the way his mere presence does in your life. There's no other place you'd rather be, than here, with him. He makes you feel extremely brave , so you did what you've dreaded doing all this while.

" i really fucking love you. And it's killing me "

He breaks the hug first. Only this time his expression is replaced by a more content one. There's a relief painted across his face.

" i know. " His contorted into what looked like a smile. "You shouldn't have pushed me away. We don't do that, not with each other. "

" i know " you mouthed as he closed the door behind him and rested his back on the door frame.

" cowards. Both of us "

" mostly me. And stupid. "

You heard him laugh softly and it watered your dry, barren, thirsty heart that was burning under your thoughts all this while.

" we're gonna talk and fix whatever's there to be fixed and we'll be okay " his voice sounded more sincere than ever.

You nod.

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Hyunjin found himself standing right where you stood that night at the exhibition, in front of the picture he drew with floods of unnameable feelings oozing out of him. He'll never know if your heart ever skipped a beat for him the way his always did when you were around. Or if you ever searched for him in a crowd, the way he did. You probably didn't even stare at your phone endlessly waiting for him to reply back. Although that's because he always made it a point to reply astronomically fast to your texts. It's pathetic how he can never like anything a normal amount. And you weren't an exception either. He would give up his all, even his own feelings, if it meant he could see the smile he loved so dearly on your face, the one he can draw with his eyes closed because of the amount of times he's drawn it on his canvases in the disguise of a flower, sometimes a butterfly.

But hyunjin knows better than to have to win your love and hate himself for it when he doesn't. One of you had to lose and he's fine with being the loser. He doesn't even want the sadness to go away. It is afterall, the only place you're still his. He's going to find a way to live around it. And maybe someday he'll wake up with the memories of his love for you so faint , he wouldn't even notice it was there at the first place. And then, only then, he'll be okay.

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Copyright : @truelovewaitsinthehauntedattics , 13.03.25

It’s late.

That thick, suffocating kind of late where the world feels slowed and heavy, where the darkness presses against the windows like something alive. The air feels dense, weighted, humming with the kind of quiet that makes everything feel sharper, louder, every breath, every shift of fabric, every beat of your heart feels like it echoes. Like it matters. It's the kind of late where thoughts feel heavier, where wanting feels worse and better all at once.

And his voice is there, low, rough, barely a whisper, but it cuts through everything, straight into you. As if it’s not just sound, but a touch, as if it’s his hand sliding under your shirt, his mouth brushing over your skin, his breath ghosting over your ear. It's too close, too real, the only thing tethering you to the moment, but it doesn’t feel safe. It feels dangerous. Too intimate, too much.

it’s me and the kpop group I found one random day against the world

This is How It Feels

Bang Chan Soft Thought

a/n - This was typed based off of an overwhelming feeling I got while listening to This is How It Feels by d4vd and Laufey so I'm sorry if it's kinda messy. Hope you enjoy!

Chan has been dreaming of you again.

He has for a while. He's found that it gets more painful with the frequency of frames that pass his still lids in the night.

He can only describe it as an act of masochism. The epitome of pleasure and pain intertwining to create what we've all come to know as love. But Chan didn't always love you, not like this. He was able to keep you in a lighter gaze. He was able to separate you from his desires until you became the center of them all. 

[ waltz for two / bang chan ]

one;

your name rings out into the still of chan’s apartment, the question mark hovering in the hall where he stood. he wouldn’t have even known you were here, if not for your shoes by the door.

the apartment is cold, the evening air having found a home in the empty space. there's no sign of you on the couch, or in the kitchen. the balcony is empty too - a favourite place for the both of you during the sunset hours when the city is painted in hues of red and gold. it was well past sunset now, the city instead bathed in evening’s blues.

Chan and minho's love child ~

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw

We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.

night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you

「𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕」

➥ Fighter Pilot/Childhood BFF!Bang Chan x Reader (f) — 4.8k (~20 min. read)

➥ First love, Mutual pining, Smut with feelings

➥ The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve tension and some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

⚠ — Explicit sexual content

➥ You used to fly paper planes together; now he's commanding real ones in the sky. You spend every minute of every day missing him, having no idea you're all he thinks about night after night as he watches the ceiling of his empty room.

One chilly duskfall brings him back to you again along with little confessions a lifetime in the making.

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!

but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?

genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.

LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.

I Really Fucking Like You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Channie," Chan grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps more than he sometimes wanted to let on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, wait," Chan stopped her.

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N sighed. "But Chan - "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*☆*☆*

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

His nostrils flared. "What?"

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

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

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

"Why not?" Changbin asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*☆*☆*

Chan had been right.

It was freezing.

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

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

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

It was Chan's phone.

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

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

Almost as if she was trying to factory reset herself.

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

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

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

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

She frowned; were they laughing at her?

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

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

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

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

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

"Why are you kicking your feet like that?"

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

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

Chan peered down at her, his eyebrows raised.

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

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

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

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

"Bottles?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" He asked softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why are you laughing?" Chan asked.

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

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

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

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

"What?" Chan whispered.

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

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

She also hoped he'd continue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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