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Cash or Card?

Chan x Reader

859 words

Warnings: Reader is called “wife”, otherwise no mention of reader pronouns (soft, fluffy, no smut)

Based on a reel on fb where someone answered the question “cash or card” with “husband”.

I wrote this for @kaciidubs but figured I’d share ☺️

Your boyfriend promised he wouldn’t make you buy anything. He promised! So, begrudgingly, you agreed to go with him to the boutique.  One of his acquaintances — a friend from the industry — had invited Chan and the rest of the boys to a private viewing since they had a short break coming up. 

It wasn’t exactly well publicized but Chan was bringing you along too, and this acquaintance was apparently trustworthy enough to know that. They’d arranged a full fitting experience for you while the kids shopped and browsed.  

Something told you it was Chan’s idea, that he was up to something, but you brushed the feeling aside. As soon as you arrived, you were greeted with a drink and whisked away while he chatted with the owner. 

After several hours of being styled (and occasionally seeing whatever Chan had tried on), you were exhausted. Playing dress up with the boys was undoubtedly fun, but it took a lot of energy to keep up with them. 

Just to be sweet, you had decided to buy a few things. It would show gratitude to the owner of the boutique, and it always made Chan happy when you treated yourself. Admittedly, your take away was smaller than Chan’s and most of the other boys. 

You followed one of the stylists to the counter as they carried the few things you had approved. As she began wrapping your choices another associate (who must have missed your entourage of idols) began ringing it up. 

“Will that be cash or card?” She asked. 

Before you could even snap open your bag, a hand at your elbow stopped you.

Chan pressed your hand and bag back down to your side. 

“Husband,” he answered, holding out his black card towards the associate.

The catcalling and whistles from the crowd of kids assured you that everyone in the room had witnessed it. Chan’s eyes were nearly closed from the grin on his face, and he was red from the tips of his ears to his chest, but he seemed thrilled with himself. 

You let him get away with it — at least, in public — because you knew any fuss you made about it would set the kids off even more. You’d have to ask him about it when you got home. 

And you did — the moment the door closed and he leaned in close to kiss you. You stopped him with a hand to his chest. 

“Husband, huh? Feeling a little possessive?”

“Ahhh, sorry, I just couldn’t help it. ‘Boyfriend’ didn’t sound as cool.” Chan blushed, raising a hand to the back of his neck. 

“Pretty sure she knew we weren’t married since, y’know, Stays would lose their entire minds. You better hope she’s paid well and your friend employs people with discretion,” you teased. 

“He made everyone sign an NDA for us,” Chan explained, like he was worried you were really upset about his ‘husband’ comment. 

“Channie, I’m just kidding. It’s okay.” As he breathed a sigh of relief, you tacked on an admission at a whisper. “I kind of liked it, actually.”

“Yeah?” He laughed, and he suddenly seemed more relaxed. 

“Yeah, loverboy. I did,” you confirmed, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

You removed yourself from his arms to turn back to the kitchen and start figuring out dinner. He cleared his throat. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” You responded. You keep walking, assuming he was following. 

“Turn around a second?”

Apparently, he was not. 

You didn’t expect the sight in front of you when you turned around, but maybe you should have. Chan seemed to be pretty pleased with himself, if the soft smirk on his face was anything to go by. 

He was down on one knee, holding out a ring toward you. 

His usual cheesy pickup lines and goofy jokes were nowhere to be found. He didn’t say a word, just looked up at you and smiled that charmer smile. 

What else were you supposed to do but tackle him to the ground and cover his face in kisses? 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” He manages, before pressing his lips to yours and not letting you actually answer. 

* * *

It’s been two months since you got engaged in your apartment after a shopping trip.

It’s been a month and a half after your vacation with Chan, where you found out he went back to the boutique and bought everything you’d touched with any amount of interest.

You’re at the grocery store with your fiancé, who’s added so many snacks to your grocery cart when you weren’t looking that you can’t even remember what you originally came in to buy. 

As your items make their way down the conveyor belt and the cashier scans them, Chan’s busy browsing the grab-and-go selections around the register.  He doesn’t notice when the total pops up on the screen. 

“Will that be cash or card?” The associate asks.

You push Chan aside just the slightest and answer her with “Wife!”

You’ve never seen Chan turn so red so fast, but his cheeks squish his eyes shut with the size of his grin.