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❥ Bangchan as your boyfriend

I'm back! (For how long will it be? *insert Kevin's voice here* Nobody knows~) Today we are having as a guest (??) our favorite parental figure(?), Mr. Bangchan. The thing is, I have this friend who absolutely loves him (hi, sweetie, ily) and we end up talking a lot about this man, it doesn't matter what was the actual topic of the conversation, there will always be at least five (because he's fOive) times we say his name at random sentences that have nothing to do with the rest of the things we were talking about. (Wow, that was a hell of a sentence, watch me not being able to talk/write properly.) I don't think that gave too much context (probably zero), but what I tried to say back there is that we have this habit of putting him in random scenes. The most used by both of us is the boyfriend one, so I had the need to make this. This won't be good enough but, let's begin!

Ok, so, this man has a lot of archives and documents of unfinished projects on his laptop ("Like, mate, stop procrastinating." doesn't apply to him, apparently)... Being mostly songs about his feelings towards you.

It doesn't matter whether they are from before or after your relationship, or if they are good or bad feelings.

It's like a secret journal for him, his free therapy whenever he needs to sort out his tangled thoughts. He doesn't let the members know about their existence, and if they irrupt in the studio while he's recording, editing or playing any of them he would panic a lot.

Like the thing a lot of kids/teens do when their parents appear while they are doing/watching something they shouldn't on the computer and switch the tab or whatever.

Yeah, the other "tab" would most likely be something Felix-related (from fancams to edits made by Stay), "nice gifts to a x year old sister" ; "how to deal with noisy kids" ; "will i die from drinking too much coffee?" ; "how many sleep hours does an adult need?" ; "why are teens so weird these days?" google searchs or (for some reason) a JYP song.

If you are sitting on his lap, I can imagine him randomly playing with your hair, your ears/earrings or the strings of your jacket/hoodie.

He loves when you stay at the studio while he's working, even if you are quiet, you give him a lot of energy from the moment you open the door. He loves even more to have you sitting on his lap, this way he can give you quick glances and make sure you are okay.

What if you fall asleep? He would stop everything for a moment just to appreciate you for a while, with a sweet smile and heart-eyes. I can see him patting your hair gently enough to not wake you up and giving you a tiny little kiss on the forehead right after. His heart cannot take it anymore, you're too precious for (t)his world.

I don't see him being very into pda, maybe holding hands or giving each other kisses on the cheek/forehead, sometimes actual kisses on the lips.

But in private, omg, this man loves to kiss you at very random times, going from "cute and soft kisses" to "breathtaking and passionate kisses".

He would touch your lips because "They are soft." in the most innocent way, but after a few minutes this would lead somehow to a whole make out session.

Keeping this duality in mind, i see him being the type to bite your lips after a kiss, but also the type to kiss your forehead sweetly whenever he can.

I can imagine him pinning you against the wall, bitting his lip in a seductive way, just to get all shy a few seconds after doing that, letting you go while he covers his - now blushing - face.

He's 100% the type of person that takes care of you whenever you stay up past your usual bedtime and scolds you for messing up your sleep schedule even if he usually does it too.

Has this habit of putting his hands on your bare skin whenever they are cold. "See? It's cold outside. Let's cuddle instead."

One of his favorite things about being able to create music is asking the members for their opinion on something he's been making. He loves their various tastes and ways of thinking about it, from the melody to the meaning of the lyrics. All the parts of the song, actually.

His confidence and ego boost everytime they say good things about it, but when you do it...

Omg, he will be like a tiny and excited puppy, anxiously waiting to go outside for a while. He would be so happy, shaking his fists in excitement while giving you the biggest and brightest smiles. He would be so proud of himself.

"Going outside" would be finishing the actual song and release it. Well, maybe the thought of going outside the studio after too many hours in it too.

I feel like he's the most patient person you'll ever meet. He would be mesmerized by your voice whenever you're talking (he thinks it's very pretty!) and this would help a lot when you're telling him something. He would rest his chin on his hand while giving you little smiles (if he feels the need to) and nodding, waiting for you to end.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying again?" kind of moments would happen very often. Or "Hey, I got lost in those pretty eyes. Do you mind repeating that?"

Ah, but, what if he's in a clingy mood? His patience would fade away as soon as he sees or thinks about you. "Are you finished yet?", "Babe, please come cuddle with me" or "When are you coming back from work? I have a day off, let's spend it together."

His clingy mood consists of being giggly around you, wanting to cuddle all the time (even in summer, he doesn't care about that "hot weather and sweating" stuff, "Bullshit!"), being touchy (lots of skinship!), repeating your name again and again if you are doing something else ("Y/n, focus on me, please!" while pouting), being more shy and cute than usual, and lots of cheesy little talks.

Lots of conversations that go like: "Babe, did you have lunch/dinner?" "No, I kind of skipped it?" "HEY! STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING RIGHT NOW AND GO HAVE LUNCH/DINNER!" "...Honey, did you have it?" "...I-" "I knew it."

The type to say random pickup lines to you while he's trying to fight against the cringe... Spoiler, the cringe wins (always).

"Oh my god, why did I say that?!", "I can't believe I told you that with such a straight face...", "Ugh, what is wrong with me?!"

Going back to the clingy mood, I have mixed feelings now. I can see him getting playful at first, like, it's all laughs and random kisses on your face and/or neck and suddenly, boom, you got a hickey out of nowhere.

The next day you would see it on the mirror and be like "Where did that come from?" and he would get all shy and giggly again, "I don't know, there's a lot of mosquitoes out there, be careful."

Aaaand, I think that's it for now?? I'm pretty sure I'll make a second part of this at some point because I feel that I left behind some ideas. I know I'm forgetting something again. I'm always forgetting everything xd Am I going to apologize again for my lack of "sense making-structure"(?) skills? You know I will *sunglasses emoji* Sorry!

[The Day] || Bangchan, Stray Kids (ESP)

(This mini moodboard is made by me; I don’t own any of the pics.)

• Miembro: Bangchan

• Grupo: Stray Kids

!! • Aviso: Mención de comida, ligeras implicaciones de problemas de autoestima y/o ansiedad; Y/N es afab para ir a juego con la persona para la que está escrito esto principalmente

• Sinopsis: Ha llegado el día de tu cumpleaños. Tu novio Chan es muy detallista y se ha encargado de planear todo con dos meses de antelación. Desde los regalos hasta las personas a las que va a invitar a la fiesta, porque va a ser un evento inolvidable.

[Nota: Los títulos de las canciones estarán enlazados al vídeo en youtube :) Este escenario es un regalo para @ailenuspot por su cumpleaños que viene bastante tarde, el pastel entró en el horno en el 2022 y acaba de salir ahora, por lo que puede que su sabor ya no sea tan bueno como podría haber sido desde el principio. Sin más que añadir, ¡feliz cumpleaños! <3]

"Vamos, Y/N, Chris está fuera con el coche. No podemos hacerle esperar más", dijo Hannah tirando de tu brazo, para sacarte de la habitación.

"No puedo, este vestido me queda horrible, ¿tú has visto a tu hermano? Es una obra de arte con piernas. No puedo presentarme con estas pintas", dijiste intentando bajar la cremallera de la espalda para probarte otro.

Hannah te agarró las manos y las sostuvo firmemente frente a ti, frunciendo el ceño.

"Y/N. Primero, no estás horrible, eres y estás preciosa, Chris te seguiría queriendo y viendo igual de bonita aunque fueras a la fiesta con una bolsa de basura como vestido. Y segundo, me ofende muchísimo que ignores esta belleza divina que tengo. ¿De dónde crees que le viene a él?", dijo intentando contener la risa tras las últimas palabras, para, acto seguido, soltarte las manos y darte un par de palmaditas suaves en la mejilla.

Te miraste una última vez en el espejo, intentando procesar las palabras de tu amiga y teniendo un debate interno sobre si realmente sería mejor vestirte con una bolsa de basura en lugar de aquel vestido de tirantes rosa.

Volvió a tirar de tu brazo, aprovechando que estabas distraída y, finalmente, consiguió sacarte de la habitación, ignorando tus protestas. Le seguiste hacia la salida, cogiendo ambos bolsos por el camino para no olvidar nada. Abrió la puerta tras echar un vistazo rápido a la hora en el móvil y apresuró el paso hacia el ascensor, obligándote a hacer lo mismo.

Viste a tu novio apoyado sobre el coche con los brazos cruzados, incapaz de contener la sonrisa que se había formado en sus labios hacía unos minutos al pensar en todo lo que había preparado, imaginando tus ojos brillantes y esa sonrisa que tanto adoraba. Todavía no se había dado cuenta de que habíais salido del edificio y que lo estabais mirando, por lo que siguió soñando despierto. Hannah negó para sí misma tras observarlo durante unos segundos desde lo alto de la escalera.

"Podemos irnos", dijo golpeando suavemente el brazo de Chan con una sonrisa, para llamar su atención, después de pararse delante del coche. Estabas detrás de ella, por lo que tu novio no te había visto todavía.

"Y/N...", dijo Chan con una voz calmada, animándote a salir de tu escondite.

Tus mejillas se tiñeron de rosa cuando vuestros ojos se encontraron. Viste que miles de estrellas empezaron a adornar esos pequeños planetas de tonos café por los que solías orbitar cada día. Sentiste un cosquilleo en el pecho, un sentimiento cálido y familiar, ese que te inunda cuando sabes que estás segura, en tu hogar. El cosquilleo se convirtió en mariposas revoloteando por tu estómago cuando te fijaste en esos pequeños hoyuelos que coronaban sus mejillas como diamantes. Esas mejillas que solías llenar de besos cada mañana, haciendo que el chico se riera bajo tus labios bailarines, incapaz de contenerse debido a las cosquillas que estos le hacían con cada beso fugaz.

Hannah estaba de pie a vuestro lado, apartada, dejando fluir ese pequeño momento lleno de magia. Sus ojos pasaban de su hermano a ti, y de vuelta a él. Sabía que era algo normal entre vosotros y que solía ocurrir cuando os quedabais mirándoos el uno al otro por más de cinco segundos... Pero le costaba acostumbrarse y casi le daban escalofríos.

Ninguno de los dos hablaba. Ese silencio era más que suficiente para ver y entender las miles de palabras que estaban flotando a vuestro alrededor. Miles de palabras sin pronunciar que acariciaban dulcemente el corazón, haciéndolo latir más deprisa. Siempre había sido así. ¿Silencios incómodos? Nunca.

La suave brisa del verano era la única que se hacía oír en aquel momento, recordándoos que no estabais solos, haciendo que vuestra pequeña burbuja de amor y felicidad explotara para devolveros a la realidad.

"Estás preciosa, Y/N", dijo finalmente, todavía sonriendo, para dejar un beso rápido sobre tus labios que, casi sin darte cuenta, hizo que te olvidaras de los pensamientos negativos por un momento.

Hannah hizo un sonido de disgusto, sacando la lengua y empezando a caminar hacia la puerta del coche. "TE LO DIJE", murmuró (en un tono más alto del que pretendía) a través de la ventanilla en tu dirección, al sentarse en uno de los asientos traseros.

Chan la miró por un momento, negando con la cabeza para sí mismo tras dejar escapar una pequeña risa nerviosa. Porque, en efecto, estaba más nervioso de lo que en realidad llegaba a verse. No tenía miedo pero sí le daba miedo que algo pudiera salir mal. No podría perdonárselo nunca.

Al mismo tiempo, tú estabas tan nerviosa que cualquiera podría haber afirmado que te temblaban hasta las pestañas. Tenías una relación de amor-odio con las sorpresas y por más que lo intentaras jamás habrías sido capaz de adivinar todo lo que tu novio había preparado para tu gran día.

Tras comprobar una vez más que todo estaba en orden, Chan puso en marcha el coche y se dirigió hacia el lugar en el que se iba a celebrar la fiesta. A decir verdad, habías salido un poco más tarde de lo previsto, pero decidió no mencionarlo porque después de haber pasado tanto tiempo a tu lado era perfectamente capaz de imaginar los motivos. No quería hacerte sentir culpable por algo así y mucho menos en un día como este.

Tras unos minutos, el semáforo decidió que era un buen momento para haceros parar. Al comprobar la fila de coches que habían delante y que probablemente eso supondría tardar más, Chan empezó a tararear la melodía de una canción, casi sin darse cuenta. Frunciste el ceño cuando empezaste a reconocerla, pero no conseguías recordar cuál era.

"Eso me suena, ¿de dónde era?", preguntaste dirigiendo miradas a ambos. Ninguno de los dos respondió, Chan miró a su hermana a través del reflejo del espejo con una sonrisa culpable, y ella se la devolvió encogiéndose de hombros. "Vale, gracias", dijiste de una forma tan sarcásticamente adorable que Hannah ahogó una risa tras la pantalla del móvil.

"Según mis fuentes, "eso" debería estar listo en media hora", dijo tu amiga en un tono demasiado misterioso para tu gusto, sin levantar la vista del móvil. Chan respondió con un sonido de afirmación al mismo tiempo que asentía con la cabeza lentamente, sin despegar los ojos de la carretera. Los coches empezaron a avanzar y sintió que podía respirar de nuevo.

"¿Por qué tanto secretismo? ¿Me he perdido algo?", preguntaste dirigiendo miradas a ambos mientras fruncías el ceño. El silencio que inundó el interior del coche tras tus palabras fue la confirmación indirecta a tus dudas.

Hannah decidió poner una de sus múltiples "playlist random" con la esperanza de que eso te distrajera y evitaras hacer más preguntas que ninguno de los dos podía responder... Al menos, no todavía. Empezó a bailar en el asiento cuando una de sus canciones favoritas llenó el silencio del coche. Chan movía la cabeza al ritmo de la música.

Poco después, para evitar que el camino se te hiciera largo, Chan decidió que era momento de cambiar la playlist por una suya esta vez. Polaroid Love empezó a sonar, dibujando una inmediata sonrisa en tus labios. Notaste que la mano de Chan te daba un apretón suave y cariñoso en la pierna, como cada vez que sabía que estabas nerviosa.

(...)

Una hora después, levantaste la vista de la pantalla del móvil al sentir que la velocidad del coche empezaba a disminuir. Bajaste la ventanilla del todo para mirar a tu alrededor. Te llegó un olor intenso a flores lo suficientemente tolerable como para respirar profundamente. El lugar parecía ser un hotel casi a las afueras, alejado de todo el ruido del tráfico. Un par de jardines en "miniatura" decoraban la entrada a ambos lados de la puerta principal de la que descendían unos escalones con detalles dorados. A los pies de ésta había un hombre vestido de traje, siguiéndoos con la mirada y sonriendo de oreja a oreja.

"Hemos llegado", dijo Chan, sin añadir una sola palabra. De todos modos, no habría sido capaz de hacerlo, su voz ya empezaba a tener un ligero temblor (del que tú no te llegaste a dar cuenta, todavía admirando las flores)

El coche se paró y el hombre del traje se acercó a la ventanilla de Chan, esperando a que éste saliera. Se saludaron alegremente con un abrazo. No pudiste evitar sentirte confundida, lanzando una mirada a Hannah, pero solo llegaste a ver cómo salía para lanzarse a los brazos de aquel señor.

Chan se dio cuenta de que todavía estabas sentada y se giró. Dejó escapar una sonrisa nerviosa, un tanto culpable quizá.

"Este es Louis, es un viejo amigo de la familia. Es... como un tío para nosotros. Louis, esta es...", empezó a explicar tu novio, abriéndote la puerta y dejándote paso.

"¡Con que esta es la famosa Y/N! ¡Es un placer!", Louis se acercó a ti, seguido de Hannah, "He oído hablar tanto de ti... Ya empezaba a preguntarme quién sería la tal Y/N que tan feliz está haciendo a mi Christopher...", hizo un suave intento de cogerte las manos, atento a cualquier signo de incomodidad, "Te agradezco todo lo que has hecho por él, no puedo evitar sentirme orgulloso de ver en lo que se ha convertido este muchacho después de todo... Y sé que una parte de ello te lo debo a ti"

Tus ojos empezaron a llenarse de lágrimas. Había algo en la voz de aquel hombre... Podías sentir la sinceridad de sus palabras, saliendo desde lo más profundo de su corazón para alegrar el tuyo. Chan reparó en ello de inmediato, acercándote a él para rodearte con sus brazos.

(...)

Tras dejar el coche para que Louis se encargara de buscar un buen sitio para aparcarlo, caminasteis hacia la sala donde se iba a celebrar la fiesta, recorriendo amplios pasillos. Te fijaste en un jarrón de rosas (precisamente, rosas) sobre una mesa. Te giraste para comentarlo con Hannah, pero estaba claro que en algún momento se había quedado atrás.

"Eh... ¿Dónde está Hannah?", giraste completamente, dejando que tus pies empezaran a moverse. Chan tiró suavemente de tu brazo, "No te preocupes, habrá hecho una parada para ir al baño, sigamos adelante"

Lo miraste, tenías la sensación de que estaba mintiendo, pero, ¿por qué? ¿Acaso él tampoco sabía a dónde había ido su hermana? Te hubiera gustado preguntarle una vez más pero él ya empezaba a alejarse y no querías perderte en aquel lugar.

Tras recorrer un par de pasillos y girar unas tres veces, el sonido de la música empezó a acercarse. Pudiste reconocer la canción cuando ya estabais lo suficientemente cerca de las puertas, era Darari, de Treasure. Ciertamente, era una canción que había marcado muchas de vuestras citas, apareciendo cuando menos lo esperabais (en una playlist personal de algún trabajador de la heladería, fans escuchándolo en su móvil...) para convertirla en una canción especial para vosotros.

Chan se paró justo antes de abrir una de las puertas y respiró profundamente. Se giró y buscó en tus ojos cualquier signo de huida inminente, "¿Estás lista? ¿Deberíamos irnos y esperar un momento?"

"Estoy bien, me muero de ganas por ver qué has preparado" te acercaste a él para dejar un beso fugaz en su mejilla. Sus adorables hoyuelos te saludaron una vez más, cualquiera podría haberse dado cuenta en aquel momento de lo feliz que estaba tu novio de estar allí contigo.

Tras coger suavemente tu mano, empujó una de las puertas poco a poco. El sonido de la música aumentó, incluso podías oír a los invitados hablando, algunos riendo animadamente. Chan hizo un gesto para que entrases primero, siendo el caballero que siempre es.

Bajo todo aquel ruido, empezaste a escuchar un leve sonido de golpes en el suelo, uno detrás de otro. No te dio tiempo de intentar averiguar de dónde venía cuando una alegre bola de pelo empezó a moverse entre tus pies.

De no haber sido por Chan habrías acabado en el suelo. La pequeña Berry te había reconocido en el mismo momento que habías entrado por la puerta y no había sido capaz de esperar a que fueras tú quien se acercase. Entre risas y palabras de cariño, intentaste cogerla en brazos. Era evidente el cariño que sentíais la una por la otra.

Acariciando con ternura la cabecita de Berry, empezaste a mirar a tu alrededor. El lugar era muy espacioso, con suficientes mesas para todos los invitados (que hubieras jurado serían menos, pero al parecer te habrías equivocado), una pista de baile e incluso un escenario. El sitio estaba completamente iluminado, desde elegantes candelabros de cristal colgando del techo hasta los enormes ventanales que recogían la cálida luz de la tarde. En cada rincón, podías ver adornos rosas de diferentes tonos que, pese a ello, ninguno quedaba mal a la vista. Eras capaz de distinguir numerosos jarrones parecidos a los que habías ido encontrando de camino a la sala, todos ellos decorados con, una vez más, rosas de color rosa.

Todo aquello rozaba el jardín de un hada de las flores, pero la propia decoración del hotel dejaba claro que estabas presenciando una escena sacada de un cuento de hadas del que tú eras la protagonista y aquel tu palacio, con tu príncipe.

"Chan...", empezaste a decir. Ninguno de los dos habló, él había estado mirándote desde el primer momento, incapaz de disimular esa enorme sonrisa que había aparecido en sus labios al fijarse en el brillo de tus ojos. Era tal y como lo había imaginado, tal vez incluso mejor.

Se acercó a ti, con una mano sobre la cabeza de Berry y otra en tu mejilla, y te besó. Ni todos los postres que hubieran preparado serían tan dulces como aquel beso. Tras separarse de ti, te dedicó otra sonrisa. Miró a su alrededor, buscando a su familia. Vio a sus padres moviendo la mano en el aire, intentando llamar su atención.

Os dirigisteis hacia aquella mesa, todavía llevando a Berry en tus brazos cual bebé. Os habían reservado un par de asientos y, a su vez, habían otros dos asientos libres, sin rastro de sus hermanos.

Intentaste preguntar sobre ello, pero no fuiste capaz. Tras saludar a tus suegros y dejar que Berry descansara sobre una de las sillas vacías junto a la tuya, no tuvisteis tiempo de intercambiar más palabras. El sonido de un micrófono encendiéndose interrumpió todas las conversaciones. La pequeña pareció asustarse, intentaste que estuviera tranquila acariciando su cabeza una vez más.

Todas las cabezas se giraron hacia el escenario, a un lado de las mesas. Sobre él estaban Felix y Minho, saludando a todos con una sonrisa. Algunos de los niños les devolvían el saludo alegremente.

"Me gustaría daros a todos la bienvenida y las gracias por estar aquí. Como ya sabréis, hoy es un día muy especial en el que celebraremos el cumpleaños de una gran persona y amiga para muchos de nosotros", empezó a decir Felix, siempre tratando de mantener su radiante sonrisa. "Es probable que algunos ya hayáis empezado a ojear la pista de baile o incluso dejado caer por el bar pero siento deciros que las bebidas empezaran a moverse a partir de las nueve", dijo Minho, con una de sus tan conocidas expresiones traviesas. Algunos de los invitados parecieron decepcionados tras sus palabras, otros intentaron esconderse en su asiento, visiblemente avergonzados.

"Antes de todo eso, nuestro querido anfitrión se ha encargado de preparar una serie de actividades para que todos podamos pasarlo bien, desde los niños hasta los adultos. Cada uno será libre de elegir dónde participar y, ante todo, cuándo dejar de hacerlo", Felix abrió la pequeña guía que tenía en la mano, animando a los demás a que hicieran lo mismo con las que se encontraban sobre las mesas.

"Siguiendo nuestro lema de libertad, la mayoría de actividades serán aptas para todo el público. Una vez más, cabe destacar que el bar estará cerrado para menores de 20... No, Jisung", Minho lo miró de reojo al ver que empezaba a animarse como un perrito oyendo las palabras "salir a pasear", "tú necesitas un permiso especial, no queremos que se repita la escena sobre la barra de la última vez". Sus palabras parecieron resonar con algunos de los allí presentes, riendo tras imaginar aquello. Jisung, en cambio, intentó esconderse detrás de Changbin, que también reía recordando aquel momento.

"Si seguimos el programa", Felix se dirigió a Minho, dejando salir un tono en su voz que dejaba claro que era importante no salirse del "guión" establecido. Minho ni siquiera se inmutó, simplemente le lanzó una mirada traviesa. "Podremos ver que hay tres momentos marcados en rosa, esos son los más importantes de todo el evento y, como sería de esperar, sería bueno que estuviéramos todos presentes".

"Habrá un adulto en todo momento en las actividades asegurándose de... ¿sí?", Minho levantó la vista de la guía, habiendo visto por el rabillo del ojo que una mano se alzaba. "¿Y si necesito ir a hacer pis en los momentos "rosas"?", un niño de unos seis años que estaba sentado sobre el regazo de su madre habló. "Bueno... Puede ser una excepción, eso es una emergencia, podremos esperar, sí". El niño asintió, satisfecho con la respuesta, para seguir bebiendo su tercer vaso de limonada.

Felix se acercó a Minho y le susurró algo. Éste frunció el ceño, como si no estuviera entendiendo lo que decía su amigo, "¿Cuándo? ¿Ahora?", tapó el micrófono con la mano, intentando evitar que el resto escuchara su conversación. Tosió para despejarse la garganta. "Según me informan, habrá un rincón terapéutico donde unos trabajadores de un refugio estarán hablando sobre algunos gatitos que tienen en adopción, para concienciar a los más pequeños... Y a un servidor, probablemente".

Minho se despidió y bajó rápidamente del escenario, deseoso de llegar al encuentro de aquellos gatos. "Mi compañero se dirige en este momento a ayudar a las personas del refugio para preparar todo, sepan disculparlo, es su punto débil". Felix recogió la guía que Minho había dejado caer al suelo sin darse cuenta y la limpió. "Volviendo al programa, la puerta a los jardines centrales estará abierta en todo momento. En la sala que se encuentra a nuestra izquierda estará el servicio médico para atender cualquier problema que pueda surgir. A la derecha, junto al cuadro de los tigres albinos, hay un pequeño pasillo que lleva a los baños", le guiñó un ojo al niño de la (ya cuarta) limonada, consciente de que esa información le empezaría a ser útil en unos minutos tal vez.

Felix intentó hacer un resumen breve de cada actividad, para que los invitados pudieran empezar a hacer planes. Tras ello, se aseguró de que todas las posibles dudas quedaran resueltas y se despidió, dando comienzo oficial a la fiesta. Se apresuró a acompañar a Minho, sabiendo que era demasiado probable que se hubiera quedado ya jugando con los gatitos, olvidándose de todo.

Chan se giró, miró a sus padres con una sonrisa y luego a ti, "Bueno, ¿qué os parece?". Ellos se miraron, sin saber bien qué responder, "Cariño, ¿has preparado todo esto tú solo?", preguntó su madre. Al ver que el joven asentía con orgullo su padre suspiró, "Christopher, todo esto está muy bien, pero deduzco que no has descansado ni un solo momento..."

"No voy a negarlo. Preparar todo esto ha sido agotador, pero al mismo tiempo me daba toda la energía que necesitaba al imaginar el resultado, esa sonrisa que tanto adoro lo vale todo", dio unas palmaditas sobre tu cabeza para hacer todavía más obvio que hablaba de ti, "además, no podía evitar pensar en ello cada vez que intentaba dormir. Por ahora, solo puedo decir que está mereciendo la pena".

"Christopher... ¿Cuándo has crecido tanto?"

(...)

El tiempo pasó sin darte cuenta, llegando así uno de los momentos importantes (según la guía). Habías pasado la mayor parte en la zona de los gatitos, escuchando la pequeña charla de las personas del refugio y hablando con los niños allí presentes. Sin olvidarnos de los propios gatitos, claro. Hubieras dado cualquier cosa para llevarlos contigo.

Mientras jugabas con un pequeño travieso gris a rayas, sentiste una mano en el hombro. Nunca habrías prestado atención ante esa distracción de no ser porque reconociste el olor de la colonia de inmediato.

"¿Qué estás haciendo, amor?", la cabeza de tu novio se asomó por encima de tu hombro. Podías sentir su respiración sobre tu mejilla por lo que decidiste romper la distancia dejando un beso rápido sobre sus labios.

"Deberías haber sabido que no saldría de aquí en toda la tarde", dijiste intentando parecer inocente. El gato decidió que era buen momento para escapar de tus brazos, aprovechando que no lo estabas mirando, y salió corriendo para saltar sobre uno de los juguetes.

"Fallo mío", Chan sonrió, al menos sabía que habías paseado por todas las zonas de actividades antes de quedarte ahí. La pegatina de mariposa en tu mejilla, el globo con forma de gato y la pulsera de flores delataban que habías pasado bastante tiempo en tres de ellas, de hecho. "Siento decirte que es hora de despedirse...", dijo suavemente, intentando que sus palabras no te afectaran.

"¡ME NIEGO!", te cruzaste de brazos, "es imposible que haya algo mejor que esto. No pienso moverme de aquí".

Chan te miró con una sonrisa traviesa, convencido de que todo este tiempo a tu lado había sido suficiente como para tener algunos trucos guardados bajo la manga. Se aseguró de que nadie os estaba prestando atención para intentar dejar un beso en tu cuello. El resultado fue automático, pudo sentir como un escalofrío recorría tu espalda.

"¡CHRISTOPHER BAHNG!", te dejaste caer hacia un lado, intentando alejarte de él, mirándolo con una mezcla de enfado y vergüenza. "Oh no, ¡el nombre oficial!", él simplemente rio, observando tu reacción, tan divertida para él.

"¿Cómo te atreves a...?", empezaste a hablar pero un beso te interrumpió. "Y/N, amor mío, tenemos que volver, te aseguro que visitaremos el refugio en otro momento, pero ahora te tienes que despedir", te besó otra vez, intentando convencerte así... Tú y tus puntos débiles.

(...)

Al volver a la sala principal viste que las mesas estaban movidas. Alguien había estado haciendo espacio para que el centro de la sala quedara abierto y libre, para que todos los invitados pudieran estar de pie.

"¿Por qué tengo la sensación de que tú has hecho eso?", dijiste señalando las mesas con la cabeza. Chan siguió tu mirada, no estando completamente seguro de a qué te referías porque técnicamente él había hecho todo. "Oh, eso. Más o menos", soltó una risita nerviosa. "He tenido un poco de ayuda, lo habrías visto si hubieras estado por aquí en algún momento", continuó con cierto tono burlón. Simplemente rodaste los ojos en respuesta.

Felix pasó corriendo por vuestro lado para volver caminando hacia atrás rápidamente. "¿Crees que estamos todos? Minho y yo estamos contando pero no conseguimos ponernos de acuerdo", dijo, visiblemente nervioso.

"Y/N, quédate por aquí, seguramente se unan mis padres a ti si te ven", soltó tu mano y se dirigió hacia el escenario, seguido de su amigo. Subieron de un salto y empezaron a contar de nuevo. Podías verlos hablando desde donde estabas, pero no podías escucharlos. Felix fruncía el ceño. Changbin entró llevando en brazos a una niña con la cara llena de chocolate. Poco después, una mujer apareció acompañada de Seungmin.

"¡Youngseo!", la mujer soltó el brazo de Seungmin y caminó rápidamente hacia Changbin. "¡¿Se puede saber dónde te habías metido?!"

Por lo poco que llegaste a entender, la niña había estado jugando en el jardín con sus hermanos, se escapó para comer alguno de los postres a escondidas de sus abuelos y para deshacerse de las pruebas intentó encontrar los baños. Changbin la había encontrado andando sola por otro de los pasillos, pero ella no parecía estar asustada. De hecho, había olvidado casi por completo su misión y se había dispuesto a irse de aventuras por el hotel.

La mujer, que al parecer era su abuela, se había vuelto loca buscándola. Seungmin la había acompañado a ver al servicio médico mientras Changbin buscaba a su nieta. Sus hermanos (que eran mayores que la pequeña) ni siquiera se habían dado cuenta de su ausencia.

Changbin las acompañó a los baños para que la niña pudiera lavarse la cara, haciendo que la frustración de Felix aumentara. Chan observaba la desesperación de su amigo con una ligera sonrisa, había algo en los gestos de Felix que encontraba ciertamente divertido. Le puso una mano en el hombro y se apartó.

"Bien, atención, me gustaría comprobar que estamos todos presentes a excepción de tres personas", decidió acercarse al micrófono, saltándose sus propias normas. La gente empezó a mirarse entre sí, confundida ante el tono del chico.

Changbin volvió, Felix se llevó las manos a la cabeza al ver que iba solo. De no ser por el guiño de su amigo habría empezado a gritar. Detuvo su cuenta mental (una vez más) al ver que la señora entraba llevando a su nieta de la mano.

Se aclaró la garganta cuando Minho se puso a su lado, "Ahora que estamos todos, me gustaría...", para su mala suerte, el niño de la limonada se levantó de un salto, antes sentado en el suelo durante la espera. "¡Esperad!", dejó caer el vaso de plástico vacío y salió corriendo en dirección a los baños.

Felix miró a sus amigos con los ojos como platos, a punto de poner en práctica alguno de los actos malvados de Minho. Changbin empezó a reírse desde donde estaba, contagiando a otras personas en el proceso.

Unos minutos después, el niño volvió, andando tranquilamente. Cuando éste se dio cuenta de las miradas que le dirigían Felix y sus padres se apresuró a volver junto a ellos.

Felix y Minho intercambiaron miradas y asintieron a la vez, dispuestos a empezar por fin. "¿Estamos todos aquí ya?", preguntó Minho, observando atentamente a los invitados. Después miró a Chan, que le respondió con un pulgar hacia arriba. "En ese caso, y tal como habíamos anunciado, ha llegado uno de los momentos más importantes del día. Hemos intentado asegurarnos previamente de que no hubiera problemas, pedimos disculpas de antemano".

"Y ahora, démosle la bienvenida a nuestro querido chico de las flores", añadió Felix, sonriendo en tu dirección para intentar mandarte una señal de seguridad. Hacía bastante tiempo que se había fijado en todas esas nubecitas invisibles a tu alrededor, haciendo demasiado obvios tus nervios.

Minho bajó del escenario, seguido de Felix, y dejaron a Chan esperando, balanceándose sobre sus pies. Sus nervios eran cada vez más visibles, incluso habría jurado que eran mayores que todos aquellos provocados durante las actuaciones y conciertos.

Todos se giraron al oír la puerta abrirse a sus espaldas y los altavoces se llenaron de la voz de Hyunjin tarareando la melodía de una canción (que nadie reconoció de primeras), con un ramo de rosas enorme sujetado entre su brazo y su pecho, empujando un carro con el brazo libre, lleno de flores diferentes a las del ramo.

Caminó por el medio de la sala, en el espacio que habían dejado todos para que pasara. Dejó el carro a los pies del escenario y subió con el ramo todavía entre sus brazos. Hizo un gesto a su amigo con la cabeza a modo de saludo, sonriendo de forma que sus ojos estaban a punto de cerrarse. Tenían un brillo mágico, casi tan brillantes como las luces del lugar.

Chan dio un pequeño salto para bajar del escenario, cogió el micrófono que le tendía Hyunjin, y se acercó al carro de flores. Su mano vagó por el pequeño jardín, indeciso, pero poco después, tras coger un tulipán amarillo, esto fue la señal necesaria para que empezara a sonar la música.

Fue entregando flores a los invitados mientras cantaba alegremente I'm Yours*. Cada entrega parecía no tener ningún significado de primeras, pero, cualquiera que hubiera prestado la suficiente atención al tipo de flor y a la persona en cuestión se habría dado cuenta de que todo estaba perfectamente planeado en la cabeza de Chan.

Hubo reacciones de todo tipo, desde señoras sonrojadas hasta niños sonriendo de oreja a oreja. Incluso Berry recibió una flor de peluche, pensada específicamente para ella. La pequeña ladró alegremente a modo de agradecimiento, haciendo sonreír al joven.

En cierto momento (y tras repartir todas las otras flores), tu novio se acercó a ti, mirándote a los ojos. Solo quedaba el gran ramo de rosas que, al parecer, había reservado para ti. Entre ellas, podían verse pequeñas fotos (en las que aparecíais los dos) que él había elegido para añadir al ramo. Antes de dártelo, sonrió mirando hacía el suelo, sintiendo una repentina timidez. Después, puso el ramo sobre tus manos y te besó, sin importarle nada ni nadie.

Tras separarse de ti, volvió a mirarte con esa sonrisa tímida. Al ver tus mejillas sonrojadas pasó su mano dulcemente por una de ellas. Le parecía una de las cosas más adorables que había visto en toda su vida. Ni siquiera te salían palabras, solo parpadeabas, todavía confundida.

(...)

Minho y Felix volvieron al escenario. Felix lucía con orgullo la margarita que Chan le había entregado, adornando su dorada cabecita. Ambos sujetaban una serie de tarjetas que iban a usar. Esta vez, Jeongin se unió a ellos.

Tras acercarse de nuevo al micrófono de pie, comentaron animadamente la reciente entrega. Jeongin afirmaba que había estado a punto de derramar un par de lágrimas pero que el sentimiento había sido tan fuerte que éste se lo había impedido.

Empezaron a usar las tarjetas como guía, charlando con el público sobre diferentes anécdotas y momentos que Chan les había ofrecido días antes del evento. Tras ellos, una gran pantalla dejaba ver algunas fotos o vídeos relacionados. Recuerdos graciosos, adorables, todo aquello que el joven había querido compartir con los invitados. Pequeños trozos de un amor puro que no fallaron en sacar reacciones, desde "oooh" hasta risas sinceras que parecían salir de lo más profundo de un corazón contagiado por la felicidad que Chan estaba sintiendo en aquel momento.

Al acabar, hicieron una pequeña y rápida actuación, guardando silencio unos segundos y mirando en varias direcciones (lo cual provocó que varias personas hicieran lo mismo). "¿Qué es eso tan dulce que huelo?", preguntó Jeongin, "¿Quizá son los efectos secundarios de todo lo que acabamos de ver y escuchar?", respondió Felix, negando animadamente con la cabeza. Minho se posicionó en medio de ellos y posó ambas manos sobre sus cabezas, "Tal vez deberíamos investigar este suceso, a lo mejor el culpable aparece y resuelve nuestras dudas".

Una vez más, la puerta se abrió, dejando paso a un pastel de tres pisos, elegantemente adornado con flores y mariposas. En lo alto, dos velas indicaban tu nueva edad. Tras él, dirigiendo el carrito, tu amiga Hannah intentaba esconder sus significativos ojos rojos tras una sonrisa. A su lado, ayudando a su hermana, iba Lucas, el menor de los hermanos, a quien no parecía importarle lo más mínimo que los ríos que bajaban por sus mejillas fueran vistos por los invitados.

La suave melodía que llenaba la sala no fue capaz de amortiguar los continuos sollozos del chico, que acabaron contagiando a Hannah de nuevo. Hicieron su mejor esfuerzo para dejar el pastel junto a la mesa de la comida, para después ir a refugiarse en los brazos de sus padres, quienes fingían no estar emocionados ante la escena. La pequeña Berry se acercó lentamente para lamer con cariño la pierna de sus dos dramáticos humanos.

El brillo de las luces empezó a bajar lentamente, dejando únicamente dos focos iluminando la sala. Uno de ellos se centraba en el escenario, bajo el que esperaba pacientemente tu novio. Bajo el otro estabas tú, temblando más que cualquiera de los flanes o la gelatina que había en la mesa de postres.

Chan hizo un gesto a los encargados del sonido, respiró profundamente y la música empezó a sonar. Pudiste sentir como una pieza encajaba en otra en tu cerebro para formar un pequeño puzzle; la melodía que tanto él como Hyunjin habían tarareado era nada menos que Marry You**. Pese a ello, no fuiste capaz de comprender ni procesar nada de lo que estaba pasando, tus pensamientos seguían en la reciente escena de los hermanos.

(...)

La canción acabó, los invitados aplaudieron eufóricos ante la energía que había creado Chan sobre el escenario intentando animar el momento, consciente de que algunos de ellos habían sucumbido previamente ante la emoción. Miró a su izquierda y vio a sus amigos llorando en un rincón, incluso Minho había dejado caer su fachada de "tipo duro".

"Oh, siento destrozar el momento, espero que mi amigo H.ONE sepa animar el ambiente después en la pista de baile", dejó escapar una risa nerviosa, algunos de los invitados respondieron con risas también. Otros intentaron animarlo, conscientes de la importancia del momento. "Se agradece, casi me ha parecido que estaba en medio de un concierto", volvió a reír.

"A ver, bueno, creo que debo intentar encontrar las palabras adecuadas, esperad", algunos niños encontraron graciosos los sonidos que estaba dejando salir por los nervios, él no pudo evitar sonreír ante esto. Respiró profundamente, "Bien, creo que lo tengo". Se aclaró la garganta y empezó a hablar.

"Hace mucho tiempo, yo solía ser alguien que era completamente incapaz de imaginar que era posible recibir todo lo que yo intentaba dar a los demás. Siempre he sido el tipo de persona que hacía todo lo posible por hacer felices a los demás, dejándome a un lado a mí mismo. A su vez, no era consciente de que otras personas intentaban hacer lo mismo por mí, siempre insistiendo en que yo no necesitaba nada de eso. Poco a poco, y gracias a mi familia, amigos y fans, fui descubriendo que todo eso era posible. Fui aprendiendo a aceptarlo, pues todavía había momentos donde quería rechazarlo de forma inconsciente. Y, un día y sin darme cuenta, llegaste tú, Y/N. Me gusta pensar que llegaste como un milagro y te quedaste como un sueño. Sería una mentira decir que en aquel momento yo ya estaba "curado", de hecho, apareciste en un momento bastante oscuro de mi vida. No es algo de lo que suela hablar, pero empezaste a iluminar mi oscuridad sin darte cuenta. Había algo en esa contagiosa sonrisa, esa forma de decir mi nombre, esos dulces ojos... que me hacía querer quedarme a tu lado sin importarme nada ni nadie. Creo que ni siquiera lo pensé demasiado, pedí muchos consejos a mis compañeros, pero nunca dudé que eso era lo que realmente quería hacer. Afortunadamente, todos ellos me apoyaron, diciéndome en todo momento que me encontraban más feliz, más libre, más cómodo con mi vida. Nunca olvidaré aquel momento, con tus ojos brillantes y tus lágrimas sinceras, tras decirte por fin lo que sentía. Nunca cambiaría por nada del mundo todos estos momentos que hemos compartido juntos hasta hoy. Abrir los ojos por la mañana y verte descansando pacíficamente a mi lado es suficiente para dibujar una sonrisa en mi cara y llenarme de energía ante el nuevo día. Tus brazos son el refugio que ansío cada vez que me siento perdido, mientras que tus ojos me ayudan a encontrarme de nuevo, siendo mi guía para llevarme a ese lugar especial al que solo nosotros podemos entrar..."

Se detuvo en el medio del escenario, después de haber estado andando nerviosamente y suspiró, haciendo una pausa para volver a ordenar sus pensamientos. Sonrió, ni siquiera estaba siendo capaz de mirarte, pero podía imaginar tu cara de confusión y tus mejillas sonrojadas, una vez más. Decidió seguir.

"Tras este largo monólogo, te pido disculpas, pues nunca nada de lo que pudiera decir sería suficiente para decirle al mundo lo muy enamorado que estoy de ti, mi princesa. Tantas palabras como estrellas en el universo son las que necesitaría para decirte cuánto te amo y lo feliz y brillante que haces mi vida. Y es por esto que, dado que sin ti nunca nada sería igual", hizo una breve pausa para respirar hondo y descender hacia el suelo (recibiendo como respuesta sonidos de los invitados en señal de sorpresa y emoción), tras doblar una pierna y apoyar la otra, y sacó una pequeña pero significativa cajita del bolsillo de su chaqueta, para abrirla en tu dirección (con un ligero pero notable temblor en las manos y una sonrisa tímida en los labios),

"¿me harías el gran honor de casarte conmigo?".

[*versión original de I'm Yours / Marry You || **una versión diferente en cada palabra]

♡ Playlist oficial: (es recomendable leer primero el escenario)

[The Day] || Bangchan, Stray Kids

(This mini moodboard is made by me; I don’t own any of the pics.)

• Member: Bangchan

• Group: Stray Kids

!! • Warning: Mentions of food, of self esteem issues and/or anxiety; Y/N is afab to match the person this is mainly written for.

• Synopsis: Your birthday has arrived. Your boyfriend Chan loves to pay attention to details and has been in charge of planning everything two months in advance. From the presents to the people he's gonna invite to the party, because this is truly going to be an unforgettable event.

[Note: The titles of the songs will be linked to their youtube video :) This scenario is a really late gift for @ailenuspot for her birthday, the cake went into the oven in 2022 and has just came out so the taste may not be as good as it could have been in the beginning. With nothing else to say, happy birthday! <3]

"Come on, Y/N, Chris is waiting outside with the car. We can't make him wait any longer", your friend Hannah said while pulling your arm, trying to get you out of the room.

"I can't, this dress looks horrible on me, have you seen your brother? He's a walking work of art, I can't go there looking like this", you said, trying to pull down the zip of the dress in order to try another one on.

Hannah took your hands and held them in front of you, frowning.

"Y/N, first of all, you don't look horrible at all, you are and look beautiful, Chris would still love you and see you being just as pretty even if you decided to dress up with a trash bag. And second, I'm kinda offended that you're ignoring my divine beauty, where do you think he's gotten it from?", she said, trying not to laugh after her later words. She let your hands go and softly patted your cheek.

You checked yourself one last time in the mirror, trying to process her words and suddenly having an internal debate, wondering if it would be bettter for you to just wear a trash bag instead of that pink strap dress.

She pulled your arm, once again, taking advantage of the fact that you were distracted and finally managed to get you out of the room (ignoring your complains). You followed her out, picking up both of your bags so you wouldn't forget anything. She openned the door after taking a quick look at the time on her phone and walked faster towards the elevator, making you do the same.

You saw your boyfriend leaning against the car with his arms crossed, not being able to hold back the smile that had shown up on his face a few minutes ago while thinking about everything he had prepared, imagining your bright eyes and that smile of yours that he loved so much. He still hadn't noticed that you were already out and looking at him from the top of the stairs so he just kept daydreaming. Hannah shook her head after watching him for a while.

"We can go now", she hit his brother's arm playfully, trying to get his attention after walking up to the car. You were standing behind her so he hadn't see you yet.

"Y/N...", he said softly, trying to make you go out of your hideout.

Your cheeks turned pink when your eyes met. You saw that a thousand stars started to adorn those small brown planets you used to orbit around every day. You felt a tickle in your chest, a warm and familiar feeling, that one that fills you when you know you're safe, at home. That feeling turned into butterflies fluttering around your stomach as you noticed those little dimples that crowned his cheeks like diamonds. Those cheeks that you used to shower with kisses every morning, making the boy laugh under your dancing lips, unable to contain himself due to the tickling they made him feel with each fleeting kiss.

Hannah stood there, beside you, letting that little moment full of magic flow. Her eyes moved from her brother to you, and back to him. She knew it was a normal thing between you two and it usually happened when you stared at each other for more than five seconds… But it was hard for her to get used to and it almost gave her chills.

Neither of you spoke. That silence was more than enough to see and understand the thousands of words that were floating around you, Thousands of unspoken words that sweetly caressed the heart, making it beat faster. It had always been like that. Awkward silence? Never.

The soft summer breeze was the only one that could be heard at that moment, reminding you that you were not alone, making your little bubble of love and happiness burst to bring you back to reality.

"You look beautiful, Y/N", he finally said, still smiling and lovingly pecked your lips. You almost didn't notice that his kiss made the negative thoughts go away for a while.

Hannah made a disgusted noise and stuck out his tongue while walking towards the car door. "I TOLD YOU", she mumbled under her breath (way more loudly than she meant it to be), looking outside through her window after sitting down on the back seats.

Chan glanced at her, shaking his head after nervously chuckling, because he was, in fact, more nervous than he actually seemed. He wasn't afraid but was scared of something going wrong. He would never forgive himself.

At the same time, you were so nervous that anyone who looked at you could have confirmed that even your eyelashes were shaking. You had a love-hate relationship with surprises and no matter how much you tried to imagine it, you would have never guessed everything your boyfriend had prepared for your big day.

After checking once more that everything was right, Chan started the car and began to drive to the party place. To say the truth, you had left the house a little later than expected but he decided not to mention it because after being together for so long he could perfectly imagine the reasons behind that. He didn't want to make you feel guilty for something like that, even less on a day like this.

After a few minutes, the traffic light decided that it was the right time to make you stop. Seeing the line of cars ahead of you and how the drive would probably take longer, Chan began to hum the melody of a song, almost without realizing it. You frowned as you began to recognize it, but you couldn't remember which one it was.

"That sounds familiar, where was it from?", you asked glancing at both of them. Nobody said anything, Chan looked at his sister thorugh the mirror with a guilty smile. She smiled back while shrugging. "Okay, thank you", you said in such an adorable sarcastic way that Hannah hid her silent laugh behind her phone screen.

“According to my sources, ‘it’ should be ready in half an hour”, your friend said in a tone that was way too mysterious for your liking, not looking up from her phone. Chan responded with a sound of affirmation as he nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off the road. The cars started moving and he felt like he could finally breathe again.

"Why so much secrecy? Did I miss something?", you asked, looking at both of them while frowning. The silence that filled the car after your words was an indirect confirmation of your doubts.

Hannah decided to put on one of her many random playlists, hoping that it would distract you from asking more questions that neither of them could answer… At least, not yet. She started dancing in her seat as one of her favorite songs filled the silence of the car. Chan bobbed his head to the music.

Shortly after, to avoid making the journey too long for you, Chan decided it was time to change the playlist for one of his own this time. Polaroid Love started playing, drawing an immediate smile on your lips. You noticed Chan's hand giving your leg a gentle, affectionate squeeze, like every time he knew you were nervous.

(...)

An hour later, you looked up from your phone screen as you felt the car begin to slow down. You rolled the window all the way down to look around. A strong scent of flowers reached you, tolerable enough to take a deep breath. The place seemed to be a hotel almost on the outskirts, far from all the noise of the traffic. A pair of "miniature" gardens decorated the entrance on either side of the main door, from which steps with gold details descended. At the final part of it there was a man dressed in a suit, following you with his eyes and smiling from ear to ear.

"We're here", Chan said, not adding a single word. He wouldn't have been able to anyway, his voice was already starting to have a slight tremor (which you didn't notice, still admiring the flowers).

The car stopped and the man in the suit approached Chan's window, waiting for him to get out. They greeted each other happily with a hug. You couldn't help but feel confused, glancing at Hannah, but only managed to see her getting out and throwing herself into the man's arms.

Chan noticed you were still sitting and turned around. He let out a nervous smile, a little guilty perhaps.

"This is Louis, he's an old friend of the family. He's… like an uncle to us. Louis, this is…", your boyfriend began to explain, opening the door for you and letting you out.

"So this is the famous Y/N! It's a pleasure!", Louis approached you, followed by Hannah, "I've heard so much about you… I was starting to wonder who this Y/N is that is making my Christopher so happy…", he made a gentle attempt to take your hands, attentive to any sign of discomfort, "Thank you for everything you've done for him, I can't help but feel proud to see what this boy has become after all… And I know that part of it is due to you".

Your eyes began to fill with tears. There was something in the man's voice… You could feel the sincerity of his words, coming from the depths of his heart to brighten yours. Chan noticed it immediately, pulling you closer to him to put his arms around you.

(...)

After leaving the car for Louis to find a good parking spot, you walked towards the room where the party was going to be held, walking down wide hallways. You noticed a vase of roses (pink, to be precise) on a table. You turned around to talk to Hannah about it, but it was clear that she had disappeared at some point.

"Uh… Where's Hannah?", you turned around completely, letting your feet start to move. Chan gently tugged on your arm, "Don't worry, she must have stopped to go to the bathroom, let's keep going".

You looked at him, you had the feeling that he was lying, but why? Didn't he know where his sister had gone either? You would have liked to ask him one more time but he was already starting to walk away and you didn't want to get lost in that place.

After walking down a couple of hallways and turning around three times, the sound of music started to get closer. You could recognize the song when you were close enough to the doors, it was Darari by Treasure. Certainly, it was a song that had marked many of your dates, appearing when you least expected it (in a personal playlist of some ice cream shop worker, fans listening to it on their phone…) to turn it into a special song for you.

Chan stopped just before opening one of the doors and took a deep breath. He turned around and searched your eyes for any sign of imminent escape, "Are you ready? Should we go and wait a moment?"

"I'm fine, I'm dying to see what you've prepared", you approached him to leave a fleeting kiss on his cheek. His adorable dimples greeted you once again, anyone could have noticed at that moment how happy your boyfriend was to be there with you.

After gently taking your hand, he pushed one of the doors slowly. The sound of the music grew louder, you could even hear the guests talking, some of them laughing excitedly. Chan gestured for you to enter first, being the gentleman he always is.

Under all that noise, you began to hear a faint sound of knocking on the floor, one after another. You didn't have time to try to figure out where it was coming from when a cheerful ball of fur began to move between your feet.

If it hadn't been for Chan, you would have ended up sitting on the floor. Little Berry had recognized you the moment you had appeared through the door and hadn't been able to wait for you to approach her. Between little laughs and words of affection, you tried to pick her up in your arms. The love you felt for each other was obvious.

Stroking Berry's head tenderly, you began to look around. The place was very spacious, with enough tables for all the guests (which you would have sworn would be less, but apparently you were wrong), a dance floor and even a stage. The place was completely lit up, from elegant crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to the huge windows that collected the warm afternoon light. In every corner, you could see pink decorations of different shades, but none of them looked bad to the eye. You could even see numerous vases similar to those you had seen on the way to the room, all of them decorated with, once again, pink roses.

It all looked like a fairy garden, but the hotel's own decor made it clear that you were witnessing a scene straight out of a fairy tale in which you were the protagonist and that was your palace, with your prince.

"Chan…", you started to say. Neither of you spoke, he had been staring at you from the first moment, unable to hide that huge smile that had appeared on his lips when he noticed the sparkle in your eyes. It was just as he had imagined, maybe even better.

He approached you, with one hand on Berry's head and another on your cheek, and kissed you. All the desserts in that place would have never been as sweet as that kiss. After separating from you, he gave you another smile. He looked around, looking for his family. He saw his parents waving their hands in the air, trying to get his attention.

You walked towards that table, still carrying Berry in your arms like a baby. They had reserved a couple of seats for you and, at the same time, there were another two free seats, with no sign of his siblings.

You tried to ask about it, but you couldn't. After greeting your in-laws and letting Berry rest on one of the empty chairs next to yours, you didn't have time to exchange more words. The sound of a microphone turning on interrupted all the conversations. The little girl seemed scared, you tried to calm her down by stroking her head once more.

All heads turned towards the stage, beside the tables. Above him were Felix and Minho, waving to everyone with a smile. Some of the children waved back happily.

"I would like to welcome you all and thank you for being here. As you may know, today is a very special day, as we celebrate the birthday of a great person and friend to many of us", Felix began to talk, always trying to keep his radiant smile on.

"Some of you may have already started checking out the dance floor or even dropped by the bar, but I'm sorry to say that the drinks will start moving from nine o'clock onwards", Minho said, with one of his well-known mischievous expressions on his face. Some of the guests seemed disappointed after his words, others tried to hide in their seats, visibly embarrassed.

"Before all that, our dear host has taken care of preparing a series of activities so that we can all have a good time, from children to adults. Everyone will be free to choose what to participate in and, most importantly, when to stop doing so", Felix opened the small guide he held in his hand, encouraging the others to do the same with those on the tables.

"Following our motto of freedom, most activities will be open to the general public. Once again, it should be noted that the bar will be closed to anyone under 20… No, Jisung", Minho side-eyed him as he began to look as cheerful as a puppy hearing the words "go for a walk", "you need special permission, we don't want the scene on the bar from last time to repeat". His words seemed to resonate with some of the people there, laughing after imagining said scene. Jisung, on the other hand, tried to hide behind Changbin, who was also laughing remembering that day.

"If we follow the program", Felix turned around and glanced at Minho, letting out a tone in his voice that made it clear that it was important to not deviate from the established "script." Minho didn't even flinch, simply giving him a mischievous look. "We'll be able to see that there are three moments marked in pink, those are the most important of the entire event and, as expected, it would be good if we were all present".

"There will be an adult at all times in the activities making sure that… yes?", Minho looked up from the guide, having seen out of the corner of his eye a hand rising. "What if I need to go pee during the "pink" moments?", a boy of about six years old, who was sitting on his mother's lap, spoke up. "Well… It can be an exception, that's an emergency, we can wait, yes". The boy nodded, satisfied with the answer, to continue drinking his third glass of lemonade.

Felix moved closer to Minho and whispered something to him. Minho frowned, as if he didn't understand what his friend was saying. "When? Now?", he covered the microphone with his hand, trying to prevent the rest of them from hearing the conversation. He coughed to clear his throat. "According to what I'm being told, there will be a therapeutic corner where some shelter workers will be talking about some kittens they have up for adoption, to raise awareness among the little ones… And probably myself, too".

Minho said goodbye and quickly left the stage, eager to meet those cats. "My friend is heading right now to help the people of the shelter get everything ready, please excuse him, it's his weak point". Felix picked up the guide that Minho had accidentally dropped on the floor and cleaned it. "Getting back to the program, the door to the central gardens will be open at all times. In the room to our left will be the medical service to deal with any problems that may arise. To the right, next to the painting of the albino tigers, there is a small hallway that leads to the bathrooms", he winked at the boy with the (now fourth) lemonade, aware that this information would start to be useful to him in a few minutes perhaps.

Felix tried to give a brief talk about each activity, so the guests could start making plans. After that, he made sure all possible doubts were resolved and said goodbye, officially starting the party. He hurried to accompany Minho, knowing that it was all too likely that he had already stayed there playing with the kittens, forgetting everything else.

Chan turned around, looked at his parents with a smile and then at you, "Well, what do you think?", they looked at each other, not really knowing what to answer, "Honey, did you prepare all this by yourself?", his mother asked. Seeing the young man nod proudly, his father sighed, "Christopher, this is all very well made and thought, but I'm guessing you haven't rested a single moment…"

"I'm not going to deny it. Preparing all this has been exhausting, but at the same time it gave me all the energy I needed imagining the results, that smile that I adore so much is worth it all", he patted your head to make it even more obvious that he was talking about you, "also, I couldn't help but think about it every time I tried to sleep. So far, I can only say that all of those sleepless nights had been worth it"

"Honey… When did you grow up so much?"

(…)

Time passed without you noticing, and one of the important moments (according to the guide) arrived. You had spent most of it in the kitten area, listening to the small lecture by the shelter people and talking to the children there. Not to mention the kittens themselves, of course. You would have given anything to take them with you.

While you were playing with a small, striped grey naughty boy, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You would have never paid attention to that distraction if you hadn't recognized the scent of cologne immediately.

"What are you doing, love?", your boyfriend's head peeked over your shoulder. You could feel his breath on your cheek so you decided to break the distance by leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

“You should have known I wouldn’t be leaving here all afternoon”, you said, trying to sound innocent. The cat decided it was a good time to escape from your arms, taking advantage of the fact that you weren’t looking at him and ran off to jump on one of the toys.

“My bad", Chan smiled, at least he knew you had walked through all the activity areas before staying there. The butterfly sticker on your cheek, the cat-shaped balloon, and the flower bracelet gave away that you had spent quite a bit of time in three of them, in fact. “I’m sorry to tell you it’s time to say goodbye…”, he said softly, trying not to let his words affect you.

"I REFUSE!", you crossed your arms, "it's impossible for anything to get better than this. I'm not moving from here".

Chan looked at you with a mischievous smile, convinced that all this time by your side had been enough to have some tricks up his sleeve. He made sure that no one was paying attention to you and tried to leave a kiss on your neck. The result was automatic, he could feel a shiver running down your spine.

"CHRISTOPHER BAHNG!", you let yourself fall to one side, trying to get away from him, looking at Chan with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Oh no, the government name!", he simply laughed, watching your reaction, so funny to him.

"How dare you…?", you started to speak but a kiss interrupted you. "Y/N, my love, we have to go back, I promise you that we will visit the shelter another time, but now you have to say goodbye", he kissed you again, trying to convince you like that… You and your weak points.

(...)

As you walked back into the main room you saw that the tables had been moved. Someone had been making space so that the middle of the room was open and free, to let all the guests stand there.

“Why do I get the feeling that you've done that?”, you said, gesturing with your head at the tables. Chan followed your gaze, not entirely sure of what you were talking about since he had technically prepared everything for that day. “Oh, that. Kind of”, he let out a nervous chuckle. “I've had a little help, you would have seen that if you had decided to come around at some point”, he continued in a somewhat mocking tone. You simply rolled your eyes in response.

Felix ran past you to quickly walk backwards. “Do you think we’re all here? Minho and I are counting but we can’t get to agree”, he said, visibly nervous.

“Y/N, stay here, my parents will probably join you if they see you”, he let go of your hand and headed towards the stage, followed by his friend. They jumped up and started counting again. You could see them talking from where you were, but you couldn’t hear them. Felix was frowning. Changbin walked in carrying a little girl with chocolate stains on her face. Shortly after, a woman appeared with Seungmin.

“Youngseo!” the woman let go of Seungmin’s arm and quickly walked towards Changbin. “Where the hell have you been?!”

From what you could understand, the girl had been playing in the garden with her siblings, sneaked out to eat some of the desserts behind her grandparents' back, and tried to find the bathrooms to get rid of the evidence. Changbin had found her walking alone in another hallway, but she didn't seem scared. In fact, she had almost completely forgotten her mission and had set out to go on adventures around the hotel.

The woman, who was apparently her grandmother, had gone crazy looking for her. Seungmin had accompanied her to see the medical service while Changbin looked for his granddaughter. Her siblingss (who were older than the little girl) hadn't even noticed her absence.

Changbin took them to the bathroom so the girl could wash her face, making Felix's frustration increase. Chan watched his friend's desperation with a slight smile, there was something in Felix's gestures that he found certainly amusing. He put a hand on his shoulder and stepped away.

"Well, attention, I'd like to check that we're all present except for three people", he decided to approach the microphone, breaking his own rules. The guests began to look at each other, confused by the boy's tone.

Changbin came back, Felix put his hands on his head when he saw that he was alone. If it weren't for his friend's wink he would have started screaming. He stopped his mental count (once again) when he saw that the lady finally came in while leading her granddaughter by the hand.

He cleared his throat when Minho stood next to him, "Now that we're all here, I'd like to…", to his bad luck, the lemonade boy jumped up, previously sitting on the floor. “Wait!” he dropped the empty plastic cup and ran off towards the bathroom.

Felix looked at his friends with wide eyes, about to put into practice one of Minho’s evil deeds. Changbin started laughing from where he was, infecting other people in the process.

A few minutes later, the boy came back, walking calmly. When he noticed the glances Felix and his parents were giving him, he hurried back to join them.

Felix and Minho looked at each other and nodded in unison, as a sign that they were ready to finally get started. "Are we all here yet?", Minho asked, watching the guests carefully. Then he looked at Chan, who responded with a thumbs up. "In that case, and as we had announced, one of the most important moments of the day has arrived. We have tried to make sure beforehand that there were no problems, we apologize in advance".

"And now, let's welcome our dear flower boy", Felix added, smiling in your direction to try and send you a reassuring signal. He had been noticing all those invisible little clouds around you for quite some time, making your nerves all too obvious.

Minho walked off the stage, followed by Felix, and they left Chan waiting, swaying on his feet. His nerves were becoming more and more visible, he would have even sworn they were bigger than all those provoked during performances and concerts.

Everyone turned around when they heard the door open behind them. The speakers filled the room with Hyunjin's voice humming the melody of a song (which no one recognized at first), holding a big bouquet of roses (held between his arm and chest) while pushing a cart with his free arm, full of flowers different from those in the bouquet.

He walked through the middle of the room, in the space that everyone had left for him to pass through. He left the cart beside the stage and went up with the bouquet still in his arms. He nodded to his friend as a greeting, smiling so much that his eyes were about to close. They had a magical glow, almost as bright as the lights in the room.

Chan jumped slightly to get off the stage, took the microphone that Hyunjin handed him, and approached the flower cart. His hand wandered around the small garden, hesitant, but soon after, while picking up a yellow tulip, this was the signal needed for the music to start playing.

He handed out flowers to the guests while happily singing I'm Yours*. Each delivery seemed to have no meaning at first, but anyone who paid enough attention to the type of flower and the person in question would have realized that everything was perfectly planned in Chan's head.

There were all kinds of reactions, from blushing ladies to children grinning from ear to ear. Even Berry received a stuffed flower, made specifically for her. The little girl barked happily as a thank you, making the young man smile.

At some point (and after handing out all the other flowers), your boyfriend approached you, looking into your eyes. All that was left was the large bouquet of roses that he had apparently reserved for you. Among them were small photos (in which the two of you appeared) that he had chosen to add to the bouquet. Before giving it to you, he smiled looking down at the floor, suddenly feeling shy. Then, he placed the bouquet in your hands and kissed you, not caring about anything or anyone.

After separating from you, he looked at you again with that shy smile of his. Seeing your blushing cheeks, he gently ran his hand over one of them. For him, it was one of the most adorable things he had ever seen in his entire life. You didn't even get to say any word, you just blinked, still confused.

(...)

Minho and Felix returned to the stage. Felix proudly wore the daisy Chan had given him, adorning his golden head. Both held a set of cards they were going to use. This time, Jeongin joined them.

After approaching the standing microphone again, they lively commented on the recent delivery. Jeongin stated that he had been close to shedding a couple of tears but that the feeling had been so strong that it had stopped him from doing so on its own.

They started using the cards as a guide, chatting with the audience about different anecdotes and moments that Chan had offered them days before the event. Behind them, a large screen showed some related photos and videos. Funny, adorable memories, everything that the young man had wanted to share with the guests. Little pieces of pure love that did not fail to get reactions, from "oooh" to sincere laughter that seemed to come from the depths of a heart infected by the happiness that Chan was feeling at that moment.

After they finished, they did a quick little performance, staying silent for a few seconds and looking in various directions (which caused several people to do the same). "What's that sweet thing I smell?", Jeongin asked, "Maybe it's the side-effects of everything we just saw and heard?" Felix replied, shaking his head excitedly. Minho positioned himself between them and placed both hands on their heads, "Maybe we should investigate this incident, the culprit may appear and resolve our doubts."

Once again, the door opened, revealing a three-tiered cake, elegantly decorated with (edible) flowers and butterflies. On top of it, two candles indicated your new age. Behind the cake, pushing the cart, your friend Hannah tried to hide her meaningful red eyes behind a smile. By her side, helping his sister, was Lucas, the youngest of the siblings, who didn't seem to care in the slightest that the rivers running down his cheeks were seen by the guests.

The soft melody that filled the room was not able to muffle the boy's continuous sobs, which ended up infecting Hannah again. They did their best to leave the cake next to the food table, then went to take refuge in the arms of their parents, who pretended not to be moved by the scene. Little Berry slowly approached them to lovingly lick the leg of her two dramatic humans.

The brightness of the lights slowly began to dim, leaving only two spotlights illuminating the room. One of them was on the stage, under which your boyfriend waited patiently. Under the other one was you, shaking more than any of the pudding or jelly on the dessert table.

Chan gestured to the sound technicians, took a deep breath, and the music started playing. You could feel one piece fitting into another in your brain to form a small puzzle; the melody that both he and Hyunjin had been humming was none other than Marry You**. Despite this, you were unable to understand or process anything that was happening, your thoughts were still on the recent scene of the siblings.

(…)

The song ended, the guests clapped euphorically at the energy Chan had created on stage, trying to liven up the moment aware that some of them had previously succumbed to the emotion. He looked to his left and saw his friends crying in a corner, even Minho had dropped his "tough guy" facade.

"Oh, sorry to ruin the moment, I hope my friend H.ONE knows how to cheer this place up on the dance floor later", he let out a nervous laugh, some of the guests responded with laughter as well. Others tried to cheer him up, aware of the importance of the moment. "It's appreciated, it almost felt like I was in the middle of a concert", he laughed again.

"Let's see, well, I think I should try to find the right words, wait", some kids found the sounds he was letting out funny due to his nerves, he couldn't help but smile at this. He took a deep breath, "Uhm, okay, I think I got it". He cleared his throat and started talking.

"A long time ago, I used to be someone who was completely unable to imagine that it was possible to receive everything I tried to give to others. I've always been the type of person who did everything in my hand to make others happy, leaving myself aside. At the same time, I was not aware that other people tried to do the same for me, always insisting that I didn't need any of that. Little by little, and thanks to my family, friends and fans, I discovered that all of it was possible. I learned to accept it, because there were still moments when I wanted to reject it unconsciously. And one day, without realizing it, you came to my life, Y/N. I like to think that you came like a miracle and stayed like a dream. It would be a lie to say that I was already "cured" at that time, in fact, you appeared in a rather dark moment of my life. It's not something I usually talk about, but you began to illuminate my darkness without realizing it. There was something about that contagious smile, the way you used to say my name, those sweet eyes… that made me want to stay by your side without caring about anything or anyone. I think I didn't even ponder too much about it, I asked my members for a lot of advice, but I never doubted that this was what I really wanted to do. Fortunately, they all supported me, telling me all the time that they found me happier, freer, more comfortable with my life. I will never forget that moment, with your bright eyes and your sincere tears, after finally telling you what I felt. I would never change all these moments that we have shared together until today, for anything in the world. Opening my eyes in the morning and seeing you resting peacefully next to me is enough to draw a smile on my face and fill me with energy for the new day. Your arms are the refuge I long for every time I feel lost, while your eyes help me find myself again, being my guide to take me to that special place that only we can enter…"

He stopped in the middle of the stage, after walking around nervously, and sighed, pausing to gather his thoughts again. He smiled, not even able to look at you, but he could imagine your confused face and your red cheeks, once again. He decided to continue.

"After this long monologue of mine, I apologize, because nothing I could say would ever be enough to tell the world how much in love I am with you, my princess. As many words as there are stars in the universe are what I would need to tell you how much I love you and how happy and bright you make my life. And that is why, since without you nothing would ever be the same", he paused briefly to take a deep breath and descend towards the ground (receiving in response sounds from the guests in a sign of surprise and emotion), kneeling, he took out a small but significant box from the pocket of his jacket, to open it in your direction (with a slight but noticeable tremor in his hands and a shy smile on his lips),

"would you do me the great honor of marrying me?"

[*original version of I'm Yours / Marry You || **a different versión for each word]

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Mastelist. Chapter 1. Chapter 2.

SUMMARY | Hes your baby daddy but he’s also part of the mafia- the boss at that. He left you without saying anything but leaving a note explaining how it was the best for you guys and he would miss you. Then disappearing completely out of your life never being seen again a month before you found out you were pregnant.

PAIRINGS | mafia boss father Bangchan x mother!female reader

RATING | 18+

WARNINGS | suggestive parts in the middle but not to detailed, swearing

NOW PLAYING | Too Sweet: Hozier

LENGTH | 3,377

It was your normal Tuesday, you woke up at around 6:00 like usual on weekdays. You got your stuff out for the shower and your outfit for the day. As you were moving things around on your night stand that you hadn’t rearranged since you first set it up after moving 3 years back, you saw a little piece of paper. You being curious as to what it could be you picked it up and opened it, your hands started to tremble as it was the note. The note that had the very words that broke your heart.

You were on your way for work super excited since your day off was tomorrow and you’d be able to spend the rest of your night with your boyfriend. That meant you got to stay up all night long and wake up tomorrow at 11 but your excitement was later ended when you got home. You checked in every room for you boyfriend of 5 years now but you couldn’t find him nowhere. It then hit you that his car wasn’t in the driveway so he must still be in the office or worse one of those mafia meetings.

Your boyfriend was a boss, but not any boss. He was a mafia boss and although you hated it but, you loved it at the same time. Having a mafia boss as a boyfriend meant protection for life nobody messed with you when they found out who you were dating. But you didn’t really care about that as much as your mother protested against your relationship with the boss you couldn’t help but rebel agaisnst her wishes. After all you loved him he was your first everything since you guys started dating at 17 and 16.

He was your first love, first kiss, first boy you liked, first man to embrace you, first man to tell you that he loved you since your grandfather passes away younger than he should’ve and your father was a piece of shit. Not to mention he was your first time but he was also your last in all of those things.

You decided to just shower since you thought why not since you were at work all day and it’ll be good to unwind and relax. Even when you got out the shower he wasn’t there you went to sit on the couch and watch some tv as you walked past the kitchen to go to the livingroom you saw a piece of paper on the counter but you didn’t bother with it since you thought it was nothing. Even after an hour he still wasn’t home you decided to go to the gym for about two hours by time you got back home it was already 9 but also raining so you rushed back in the house still not seeing his car.

You took your third shower of the day which you only do if you go to the gym which is usually once in a blue moon. You got settled back in your night dress and decided to go make dinner since you were hungry and figure he would also be hungry since he had been out since 7 AM. As you stepped foot in the kitchen you came across the paper again as you went towards it and picked it up to throw it away you then seen the paper had a lot of hand written writing on it.

You decided to read it since you noticed it was your boyfriends hand writing and when you read the full note you immediately trembled and wanted to juice burst into tears.

The note read “hello my sweet girl I don’t what time your reading this at but I just want to say sorry for all of this. Sorry I couldn’t be a better man for you, sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up every morning and when you went to sleep most nights. I’m so sorry that I can no longer play the leading role in your life, I’m not good for you but your to good for me. I’ll always love you and you’ll always be the only women in my heart for as long as I’ll be alive. Sorry that I have to end our relationship like this but I truly hope you can move on in life and find a man who’s good for you. I may be stuck up on you for as long as I can live but I truly want you to be able to move on find a good man who can make you his wonderful wife, give you his beautiful children because they’ll take after you. With all do respect goodbye y/n.

A month later you kept throwing up once you woke up and your realized your period was late so your best friend said that she’d buy you a pregnancy test and so she did. You took 3 tests and they all read the same thing POSITIVE. You cried all night and day threw your whole pregnancy wondering how could you be a single mom and that the baby would constantly be a reminder of the man who had left you with a huge wound in your heart. When you finally gave birth the baby girl looked just like him when he was a baby.

You would always giggle with his mom over his baby pictures when the two of you were together but seeing that baby girl didn’t make you giggle it made you cry tears for days some were sad a lot were happy. You were just happy that she came out healthy and oh was she full of energy as she grew up just like her father. You struggle sometimes to be her mother because a lot of the stuff and things she did reminded you of him.

You wanted to toss the note but you just couldn’t since beside your daughter it was the only thing you had left of him. You threw the paper back where you got it and undressed yourself to get in the shower. As you were about to enter your bathroom you received a text. Unknown number •is this Ms.L/N?• you felt that it was really weird that you got such a message so you responded back •why do you ask and who’s asking•. You then threw your phone on your bed and went to take your shower.

Why you got out the shower you dried off and quickly got dressed you then remembered the text you got so you opened up your phone and seen they texted you back •I want to meet up and talk about some important business we can meet up at a local café if you don’t feel safe about things• you didn’t know what to do but you took up the offer since it was a public area. •Alright fine meet me at le café at 9:45 am I have to drop my daughter off at school and I’m being something to my mother•

The person like your message then texted back •Would you mind waiting there for 15 minutes since I’m not free till 10:00?• you didn’t mind to wait •yeah sure• they replied back quickly •okay thank you I’ll get us a booth now and do you mine to order me an expresso?• you really didn’t mind •yeah sure what do I say when I get there since your booking the booth?• it took them about 5 minutes to reply back •sorry I was booking the booth I put it under your name• •okay I’ll see you then mysterious person•

You had finally put the phone down around 7:36 which made you a few minutes late to wake your daughter up but that didn’t matter since you don’t drop her off till 9 am. When you woke your daughter up she looked at her clock and realized it wasn’t 7:30 on the dot like usually “mommy why’d you wake me up late?” The little girl questioned you. You smiled and replied “sorry I was busy something” she then nodded her head in an understanding way jumping up out of her bed getting her clothes out. You left her room since she knows how to get her own clothes out and get ready for her own shower after all she is a big girl now.

About twenty- five minutes later she comes out of her room all dressed for the day wearing a pretty floral outfit. Your daughter grew up to be very pretty and cute maybe because she looks like her father. When she came downstairs she could smell her favorite food for breakfast cooking. You were only able to cook for her on Tuesdays since you didn’t have work every other day she would eat different cereals.

Todays you made her waffles with a home made batter, 4 pieces of bacon, 2 pieces of sausage, a scoop of grits, and some scrambled eggs. She may be 6 but she can eat a lot that’s something she got from both you and her father. She ate all her food within 15 minutes and after that you guys were out the door. When you dropped her off to school you happened to see the little girl again and she just so happened to see you as well. You didn’t see her coming but all of a sudden you felt a little girl hugging you legs. Following her was the the women who always brought her there. She kept on apologizing even after you said it was alright and you told her that you had recently ran into her at the ice cream shop with her father Mr.Bang.

The little girl looked at you puzzled “how do you know that my daddy’s name is Mr.bang when you guys didn’t talk that day?” You looked at her feeling that you were in some deep crap “well me and your father have run into each other multiple times even though they weren’t very good interactions.” She looks at you with bright look “so is that why you kept rolling your eyes at him and he just stud there like he was full of regret?” She questions you and you look at her and say “yeah sure that… anyway I have to go I hope to see you again soon sweet thing.” You guys then wave goodbye to each other.

When you got to the café they asked what was the name under and you told them your name. They then lead you to a booth to the further back and asked you what you wanted and you told them an expresso and a cup of green tea. After 5 minutes they brought you the drinks and you continued to wait for the next 10 minutes. When the booth opened you were annoyed with who decided to reach out to you then sit in front of you like they had the right to after all they’ve done.

It’s you” you say as you roll your eyes. “It’s me” he says in husky playful voice. “Mr.Bang since when did you drink coffee you say confused and intrigued that you didn’t get to see such a huge change in him since he always hated it. “Since I’ve been stressed and up all night Mrs.Bang” he says back in a husky tone.

You snort almost busting out in laughter “It’s Ms.L/N we were never married, anyway what did you want to talk about?” He lowers his head and says in a low town that “we never had the chance.” You tilt your head “what was that I didn’t quite catch it” He looks up at you and says “nothing I didn’t say anything anyway I was wondering about something.”

You look at him with a questionable face “alright speak while I’m willing to hear you out, I’m all ears.” He looks at you then intertwines his fingers and rests them on the table “who’s her father” You look at him puzzled wondering if you should tell him the truth or lie but you didn’t want him around nor in her life because you didn’t know if he would leave again so you decided to lie. “Not yours so it shouldn’t matter and for your information my daughter isn’t business she’s a human being.”

He nods his head “darling if you planned on lying to me at least make it more believable like come on Yerim bang. Last time I recall I was the only man you’ve ever been in bed with plus she has my last name and if her and my daughter go to the same school that means their around the same age. Six years old.”

You get mad at hearing him say his daughter meaning the other little girl he was with the other day at the ice cream shop “see you already have a daughter why do you have to worry about mines just worry about your own” you say slight loud with it being obvious you annoyed. He smirks a little “listen she is also my daughter that’s what I meant when I said we needed to talk about business because she’s my business as much as she is yours.” He bites back a little furiously

You scoff “Christopher bang the audacity you have to say that she your business as much as she is mine. SHES NOT YOUR DAUGHTER BECAUSE YOUR NOT THE MAN I SLEPT WITH TO CREATE HER OKAY.” You strike back slightly loud. You can see the hurt on his face it hurt you but you didn’t care he then says “SO WHY THE FUCK IS HER LAST NAME BANG?” He yells raising an eyebrow.

You slam your hands on the table “because that’s her fathers last name idiot.” He looks at you puzzled “see I am her fucking father you big small liar” angered.

You look at him mad and cross your arms “well you wanna know the truth Mr.bang” you ask raising an eyebrow. He nods his head oddly fast so you come up with the biggest fatest lie but it somewhat makes sense. So you nod your head slowly then lean forward “well to be honest with you Yerim is only my daughter not yours” you stop then continue. “When you decided it was a good idea to leave me I booked a flight for the next morning to Australia” you looked away for a quick second then looked back at him.

“When I booked my flight I took my best friend with me since I didn’t want to go alone. When we arrived she hit me in the head and asked me ‘what was I doing out her in this man home town looking for him when he clearly left you.” He cut you off “that’s not-“ you cute him back off so you could continue your story. “Her words hit me and really got threw to me and really wondered what am I doing her looking for a man who left in a house he brought all alone. So she suggested why don’t we go out to a club so I could get my mind off of you and I thought that was a pretty good idea.”

You took a deep breath as the next words came out of your mouth “when we went there about 20 minutes of being there this very handsome man walked up to me while I sat at the bar and sat with me. He complimented me and ask what was my name so I told him my name was y/n l/y and he said on nice to meet you y/n my name is Junseo bang. At first I thought so weird but then I didn’t care. He brought me some drinks took me to the dance floor we danced for a while then he said why don’t we get out of here”

He looked at you with a shocked but her hurt face and it semi broke your heart but you couldn’t back down so you finished talking “we went back to his house and I wasn’t really drunk so I knew where to go when I needed him. Anyway when we got to his house at first he gave me a glass of water and turned the tv. He put on of very good show until sensual scenes started to pop up and that made us keep looking at each other until we both ended up making a move on each other.”

You paused for a second then finished “I ended up on top of him we made out a little then we ended up tumbling to his bedroom while we took off each others clothes once we got into his bedroom the rest was history. You know how babies are made so I don’t think I have to tell you the rest to that beautiful night. Anyway a few days later I started to get morning sickness and me and you hadn’t had Intercourse for about two days for about a week before you left so I knew it wasn’t you but after I slept with him two days later I started throwing up and my period was late so I decided to take a pregnancy test. It came back positive so I went back to his house and told him since me and my best friend planned on staying there for the week.

You look at him while rubbing your hands on your legs “when I knocked on the door he was surprised to see me again but he smiled and asked what I was doing there and stepped aside to let me in then again he handed me a glass of water then I told him at first he was stuck and shocked at first then he nodded his head and sat back. But then he told me that he would come back to Korea with me and he would live there with me threw the pregnancy and our child’s birth so when I flew back to Korea he flew back along with me best friend. Anyway I have to get back to my moms I promised her I wouldn’t be gone for to long and if you don’t believe me I’ll send you a picture of her birth certificate and pictures of her and her father together.”

He looks at you for a second “I would like that actually.” You didn’t expect him to say that you expected him to except it but you already knew what you had to do “okay I’ll send them later I’m going back to my mothers house Junseo is there waiting he’s supposed to be taking her to the park school and he just likes to talk to my mother.” What you were saying wasn’t a lie except he’s not her father but it was true that he was there for you threw all this time and still is today.

You stood up and bowed to him then took your leave on your way out you quickly texted your best friend Junseo about what happened and he flew straight to your house to wait for you. When you got to your house you explained every little thing that happened. “Ok so whats the plan because I know you have one.” You look at him with a sneaky smile “ I’m going to print out a copy of her real one and since the real one is blink for the father’s signature your going to sign on the copy.”

He looked at you and smirked “that’s actually perfect and we’ve always taking pictures with each other because I’m her favorite uncle.” You couldn’t help but burst out into laughter when he said that because she would always beat him up. About two hours after that you took a picture of the fake birth certificate and sent him a little over 10 photos of the two together whether she was to beat him up or if she was actually enjoying time with him and the ones on her birthday all he replied with was a shallow •oh I see I’ll leave it be then• and he actually did or so you thought.

| Drunk Stray Kids text you

HYUNG LINE

MAKNAE LINE

Warnings: mention of drinking, naked body, and swearing (tell me if I missed something!!)

a/n: I was half asleep while making this..❤️

|Bangchan

|Lee Know

|Changbin

|Hyunjin

ehehehehehehehe

| Your friend snitched on you for having a crush on them (Stray Kids)

HYUNG LINE

MAKNAE LINE

Warnings: swearing (just that)

(lmk if I missed smth!!)

| Bangchan

| Lee Know

| Changbin

| Hyunjin

|They accidentally saw you changing clothes (Stray Kids)

PAIRING: SKZxReader. (Jeongin is kinda like best friend.)

Warnings: swearing..ass mention, idk bullying.

MAKNAE LINE

HYUNG LINE

|Han Jisung

|Felix

|Seungmin

|Jeongin

| "Please be mine."

PAIRING: BestFriend!BangChan x Afab!Reader

SUMMARY: Reader and Chan have been friends since they were babies. Chan moved to korea to be an idol, and yet they still talk to each other.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, chan being a tease, petnames (baby, princess, love), reader is used to be called pet names by chan, reader calls chan 'Chris'

a/n: sorry if it's too short! It's really rushed lol

pt.2

pt.3

You and Chris have been friends for like a loooooong time. Your friendship with him is kinda established, since you guys keep doing stuff normal best friends won't do.

One day, you were just laying on your bed. Relaxing, fantasizing, and maybe even day dreaming. As you were laying there peacefully suddenly...

RING!

You snap out of your thoughts then moan in tiredness. "Uuuggh. Who the hell is calling me at 8:03 in the mor- Oh, it's Chris!" You're always happy when Chris calls you. Because you know he's always busy and doing some work stuff. "Wonder why he's calling me.." You say with a wide smile and flushed cheeks that is slightly pink. You pick up the phone and answer him

Chris was in the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is wet and messy, and his face has that signature smirk he has. "Hey, Baby!" He said while rubbing some cleanser in his face

"Hey, Chris!! What'ya doin'?" You sat up, your face still has that adorable smile you have. "You took a bath?"

"Yeah, just came out the shower." He said, his chest looking so smooth and defined. "You look like you just woke up,You look terrible, love." He snickered. Chris truly loves teasing you. He likes it how you get upset and annoyed whenever he teases you.

"Hey, i do not look terrible! Yeah i just woke up, but not terrible!" You yell at your phone screen and you looked at him with a grumpy face that he always liked. "You're the one who looks terrible!"

"Cute..." He muttered in his breath, admiring that face he will never get tired of. He stared at you for like 5 minutes now, without saying anything.

While he was staring, you kept calling his name and trying to get his attention "Chris! BangChan! Chan! CHRISTOPHER!!" He flinched at your yelling, forgetting that you're on call with him. "Ah.. Sorry, love. I was just trying to get a better look at you."

You stop babbling and freeze. Better look at you? Damn. "S-shut up." You scoff and look away, trying to hide that blush on your face. "Sorry, princess. I won't do it again, I promise." His lips curve into a smug look, admiring you again.

"Ehh, whatever. I'll go shower also, i'm going out with my girlfriends." You stand up, taking your towel. "Ba-bye, love you!"

Chris smiled warmly, his eyes softening. "Love you too, baby." As you end the call, he frowns, not wanting to end the call so soon. "When will you be mine?.." He looks at his phone screen, sighing. "Soon, princess."

To be continued...

Part 2 out now!

| "Please be mine."

(part two)

PAIRING: BestFriend!BangChan x Afab!Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack, suggestive maybe

Warnings: Swearing, annnnnddd....idk. minors do not interact

a/n: sorry late post!

pt.1

pt.3

You call Chris again after taking a bath

"Heyy! Did i make you wait long? Sorry if i did! Hehe." You were sitting on your make-up table, wearing a towel to cover up your wet naked body. You take your blow dryer and plug it. You open it and start to blow dry your hair

"You blow drying?" Chris said while he tilts his head to the side with a smile "Miss the times i was the one blow drying your hair."

"Yeah, me too. I really do miss them."

Chris was just watching you blow dry your hair, loving that focused look on your face. He started to notice that your towel was slowly falling off.. "Fuck...Ahem– A-anyways, where are you going with your friends?" He says, trying his best to not look at your body in the screen.

You look at your phone and smile "We're going to that Thai Restaurant that i've been talking about, Mango Tree.

"Damn, isn't that place expensive as fuck?" He said, still trying his best to not look at your body, and just up at your face.

You notice your towel falling off, so you put it right back up before your chest gets exposed. "Yeah, yeah..I know. But Soyeon wanted to pay, so of course i'm going."

Chris sighs in relief as he watched you put the towel back up, not letting himself get distracted by your body. "Of course you'd go if someone else is paying." He chuckles

"Umm..Duhh?? Gosh, you know me too well." You finish drying your hair and take your skincare products.

"Yeah... I do know you well... very well." His eyes softened, proud of himself for knowing you well. "Well anyways, What are you going to wear to the fancy restaurant tonight?" He tilts his head to the side again

"That sundress you gave me before you left last month, i haven't worn it yet." You say while applying some cleanser in your face

"Oh, the one i gave you? Damn girl, you know how to make me feel special." He giggled, his cheeks slightly turning pink "I bet you're going to look gorgeous wearing it." He smiles warmly

"Of course, duh. I'm always beautiful." You raise your eyebrow at him and gave him a smug look, before chuckling

Chris laughed a bit too. "Fuck yeah? Of course you are. You're the most beautiful, pretty, cute, gorgeous, stunning, and beyond all of those!" He said with a smile, He was trying to see if he could make you blush.

You were just giggling, and giggling by yourself. But then you frown when you see him turn his camera off. "Open your cameraa!! I can't see your face,man!" You chuckle, tapping on your screen aggresively. "Come on...I miss your face..." You whisper to yourself

Chris laughed to himself as he looked at how you were tapping on the screen. "Calm down, baby. You might break your screen." He turned his camera back on and smirked at you "You miss my face that much huh..?"

Oops, you got caught. "Huh?!? I didn't say nothin'!" You try defend yourself by making up excuses. "I swear on my life!!"

Chris laughed at you, as you tried to defend yourself from him. "Oh yeah? Then why you tappin' the screen like you were dying without seeing my face. Hm?" He chuckled, obviously taking pleasure in teasing you.

"Ugh! Whatever, I'll go change clothes."

Chris just smiled at you, he really enjoyed and loved teasing you. But he wasn't ready to let you hang up yet. "Wait- Not yet, don't hang up!"

You giggle and look at him with a curious face "I won't? I'll just turn the camera awa–"

"No, I want to keep looking at you more." He cuts you off. He leaned back on the chair, his arms behind his head, so his chest muscles will look even more defined and toned.

"I....A-are you saying....you wanna see me change?-"

"Maybe i do." He said, looking a little devilish as he smirked. He's really enjoying teasing you right now

"E-excuse me, what?" You were speechless and shocked, your eyes and mouth were open wide.

Chris chuckled at your reaction. You were nervous so much that it was kind of cute to him. "Come ooooonn, baby. You don't want to give me a little tease, princess?"

"Shit...Um..." You were trying to think on what to decide. If you decline, he will be upset and disappointed, but if you agree... well.. "Ugh, fine..."

Chris smirked and chuckled. He was a bit shocked that you agreed so easily, but he was enjoying it. "Good..."

To be continued....

(part three soon!)

| "Please be mine."

(part three)

PAIRING: BestFriend!BangChan x Afab!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Swearing, masturbation, (minors do not interact)

a/n: the end was rushed lol

pt.1

pt.2

Fuck. How excited he was when you agreed to let him watch you clothe. He felt his cock slowly getting hard as he watches her through his phone screen.

You hesitantly take your towel off, slowly putting it down on the floor "um..." You take your towel from the floor and you start to wipe yourself

Chris swallowed hard, as he watched you take your towel off bare naked on his phone screen. He couldn't look away, his eyes scanned your body as his hands grip the armrests of the chair he was sitting on. "Holy..."

You turn around and face away so you can find the sundress and your underwear.

Chris was still staring at you even as you walk to your closet and look through it. He couldn't help himself as he was scanning your body, just watching you move around looking for your clothes. His hands gripped his armrests even tighter, he was starting to get hot and bothered. He places his right hand at his clothed cock and started to palm it. "Fucking hell..."

You finds your underwear and sundress, placing it to the bed. You takes your panties and slightly bent over to put them on. But you can clearly see her round, soft, squishy ass.

When you bent over a bit on screen, Chris's hand clenched his cock seeing you. He tried his best to keep his breathing at a normal pace, but he was so aroused right now. "Holy shit, baby..." His eyes were burning with lust as he watched you.

"Hmm.. Should i put the sundress on or no?" You try and tease him.

When you faced the camera again, you notice that Chris's eyes were darkened and filled with lust. His adam's apple bobbing a bit as he swallowed. "Yeah....Put it on for me, baby."

"Ya'sure, baby?" You took your phone and watched him in the screen

Chris nodded as he kept looking at you through the screen. When you took your phone seeing your face up close, all he could do is groan and watch you with lust filled eyes. Even more turned on. "I'm very sure baby...Shiit."

You put playfully, teasing him more. "Awwhh...You don't wanna see me naked?"

"Are you fucking teasing me right now? Cause if you are, it's working babe."

"Well, I guess I am teasing you."

You were just smirking, then he suddenly pulled his big ass cock out. " Oh my fuck- Chris?-"

"See this? You see how hard it is?" It was really hard. Hard, veiny and angry. "Fuck it." He started to stroke himself,

"Oh..." You feel yourself getting wet, your panties getting soaked. "Chris...I-i.."

"Wanna tease me more huh? You're such a fucking brat. You're lucky i ain't there to slap that fucking ass of yours." He kept stroking himself as he watched you through his phone screen, getting closer to the edge.

You decided to help him. "Come on....Faster...Harder.. Imagine I was the one stroking your fat cock." As you praise him, you were rubbing yourself through your damp panties. "Mm...F-fuck..Chris..."

"Fuuuck..." His head falls back to the chair as he closes his eyes shut, stroking faster. "Shiiiittt!!" His back arches when he came, his hot seed bursting everywhere. "Fuck! Fuck!"

You whined as he came, feeling your orgasm coming too. "C-chris..Oh god.."

"Secretly touching huh..? Such a bad girl..."

You came, squirming through your orgasm. "Aah!~ Oh fuck!~"

TIMESKIP.

You guys were finished sex-calling (idk what u call it)

"I hate you."

"And i love you too, baby."

The end..............:p

me rn:

boobs? sorry sorry boobs? boobs? sorry very sorry boob? huge boobs? tits? bazookas? humpties? jingle bells?

Chan: