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{9:09pm} imagine... laying in bed reading a book, slightly dozing off, when you feel a dip in the bed and a warm body lay next to you. you look over and see hyunjin gazing lovingly at his phone. you’re interest peaks and you close your book and turn to see what it is that has all of his attention. you see it, pictures of you. laying on the bed. reading a book.

{9:29am} imagine.... “do you like my hair? y/n did it!”

{5:59pm} imagine... cuddling with Chan in bed at night and him pulling you in as close as possible, burying his face into your neck with a sigh and whispering sweetly "I sleep so much better with you here"

{12:54 pm} imagine....

you’re sitting at a table in a small cafe looking around at all the other people laughing and smiling. you start to feel a bit lonely cause you were supposed to meet your best friend Jeongin for a lunch date, but he isn’t here yet. you start to think that maybe he forgot or something had come up, but he would text you if something came up. you’re finishing up the drink you had gotten and were thinking of leaving when a boy came rushing in causing a slight commotion. you turn in your seat and see a flustered Jeongin as he helps the man pick up his papers by the door. you can’t help but laugh to yourself for thinking he would forget.

“sorry i’m late y/n! the dance practice took a big longer than i thought it would. do you want another drink? it’s on me,” Jeongin smiles at you, feeling a bit bad for making you wot on him. you just nod your head and he goes to order your drinks and comes back ready to tell you about his day and hear about yours.

"I Don't Have A Girlfriend." - H.H [SKZ]

Summary : In which you go with Hyunjin to get his wisdom teeth removed.

Warnings : Hyunjin all doped up at the dentist for shits n giggles, felix/seungmin/changbin laughing at him, teasing banter, mention of binnie's bday gift from minho

"What year is it?"

"2024. Halfway through, baby." You laugh, hand coming up to the arm of the chair he lays in to rest there in case he tries to move around. And he does, sitting himself up a bit as if he's worried he's late for something.

Hyunjin huffs out a breath through his nose, turning his head to look at you. You can't deny that he looks god awful and adorable at the same time; Hair tousled, eyes puffy with sleep and cheeks swollen far more than usual from the medication and procedure he'd just undergone. "How long was I asleep?"

You pull your notification tab down with the tip of your index finger to check. "They put you under about an hour and a half ago, so you were asleep for.. I don't know, twenty minutes after they were done?"

"Twenty..." His voice trails off, soft and grumbly from just waking up. His lips press together before parting again, forced open by the gauze in his mouth and cheeks. His head turns towards the door and then down to the thin blanket placed over his body. Slowly, he begins to relax back into the chair.

Your hand comes up to rest along his cheek, brushing over the skin just barely before moving to pull hair back from his face. He blinks tiredly and keeps his eyes down, focused on the way his hands move under the blanket as he tries to pull it up further towards his shoulders. "Feeling okay, bubs?"

He huffs again, sighing out in what seems like distress that he's too sleepy to truly convey. "I have to go soon."

"Go where, baby?" You chuckle, curious on where his mind was wandering as the drugs slowly wore off.

His lips smack once, twice, and he blinks open his eyes again to look at you. It's a silly sight, his head tipped down toward the blanket and face pudgy with the angle. "I have a dinner date later. With ..."

You smile. "We rescheduled our dinner date for next week, Jinnie, remember? We'll have that dinner date eventually, don't worry."

"No.."

"No?" You grin this time, giggling out when he seems to reject the dinner offer. "You don't want to go on a dinner date with your girlfriend, baby?"

A few chuckles come from the screen of your phone. You'd facetimed Felix as soon as he'd asked you to after you'd told him Hyunjin was waking up. He insisted he needed to see what his hyung would be like all doped up at the dentist. So at the present moment, Felix's left eye and Seungmin's forehead fill the screen - and you know Changbin is lingering somewhere in the background.

Hyunjin clicks his tongue before his nose crinkles in careful regret. He adjusts in the chair, tugging the blanket fully up to his chin as he hums out. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Seungmin's laugh breaks the soft silence that fills the room and Hyunjin peeks open an eye in confusion as to where it came from.

"I'm your girlfriend, Jinnie." You remind him in a playful tone, still laughing through it all. Your hand finds his under the blanket and as the words settle in, his brows crinkle together.

"Uh, no." He blinks a few times at you, lips pursing. "I have a wife waiting for me at home. You can't be my girlfriend."

Your expression falls deadpan - but it all seemed worth it when Changbin's laughter exploded from your phone speaker, mixed with the sound of Felix dropping his phone as he fell to the floor cackling and Seungmin hitting the couch cushions in amusement.

Your eyes roll and you look back to your boyfriend, amused. "Right. Forgot you were married."

His lips purse once more, tongue sliding over them slowly as he realizes they're numbed still, before his eyes slip back shut in peace. "Mhm. My wife has pink underwear, too."

"Your wife has WHAT?"

"Where Did I..." | Corruptive!SKZ [H.H.]

If you've read any of my other works (on my previous account) you would know that I have a knack for (and often write) corruption kink!skz lol. So this delved into that a little, because the theme of 'dumb bimbo gf' tends to go along w/ that. if you want it rewritten more specifically, lmk. ALSO - i labeled the title as a 'bimbo gf' because just saying 'dumb gf' feels a little rude i dunno lol.

warnings : NSFW CONTENT (MDNI), corruption kink! hyunjin during the NSFW headcanons, MEANDOM!Hyun, and I'm talking fucking mean. Like calling you dumb to your face mean.

Hyunjin w/ A Bimbo!GF

BF!Hyunjin who cherishes you so so much and absolutely will help you with anything you need or ask him for. He'll do your laundry if you aren't sure which button to push, will cut up veggies for soup if you don't know how to, will hand you your phone even when it's right in your back pocket.

BF!Hyunjin who thinks that it's sooooo fucking cute every time you forget something. He'll tip his head and let his hair fall in his face as he watches you fumble with your phone, forgetting how to turn on Do Not Disturb.

BF!Hyunjin who adores the way you get pouty when you forget where you put your favorite dress. He'll watch you get mumbly and all cute about it before offering to just buy you a new one - find one online and he'll go to the store to get it just for you.

BF!Hyunjin who thinks it's SO fucking cute when you walk in a room and pause, eyes glossy and lips popped apart because you can't remember why you walked in there in the first place. He'll stare with a giggly smile as you walk out, then back in, and eventually sit down with a pout as you try to remember.

BF!Hyunjin who ties your shoes for you after watching you knot your laces two different times. He'll just straight up tie them - he won't teach you how to because he thinks it's just so cute watching you forget and fumble. He wants to tie your shoes for you forever.

BF!Hyunjin who has to do the grocery shopping because you can never remember where a single thing is in the store, even if the aisles are labeled. You just go along as his pretty little arm candy.

BF!Hyunjin who doesn't let you carry cash because you count twenties like they're tens and he's not going to let you embarrass yourself in some fancy store - Just take his Black card.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who thinks your 'stupidity' adds to your sexiness in bed. He is obsessed with the way you so willingly submit yourself to him because you don't know any different and you're just too dumb to figure out how to top him.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who presses his thumb into your lower lip to pry your mouth open, murmuring about how cute you are on your knees and how you should just stay his pretty dumb bitch forever.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who hums out shit like, "Open your mouth for me. Just like that. Now sit pretty and let me fuck your throat since you can't suck me off right." And, "You're just my dumb little whore, huh? Don't know any different; Useless unless you're acting as my personal cocksleeve."

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who tells you he's so happy you're his girlfriend - and how he knows you'd never cheat on him because you're too dumb to go out and find anyone else.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who pumps you full of his cum and then blatantly lies to you, telling you there's no chance you'll get pregnant because of some dumb reason he makes up in his head. He takes EVERY precaution afterwards to clean you up however and make sure you actually won't get pregnant, but he's going to let you believe that his cum can't get you pregnant so he can keep filling you up.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who tells you it's totally normal for guys to share their girls with his friends just so he can have threesomes with you and the others - He knows for a fact Changbin, Minho, and Seungmin love how dumb you are, too. And you just look so pretty all confused and whimpery with their cocks stuffing all your holes.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who makes the effort afterwards during aftercare to assure you that he absolutely does love you, and that he doesn't really mean all of those harsh words he said to you during sex. He adores you the way you are and outside of the bedroom he really wants you to know that his love runs so deeply for you. He'll curl up from behind and wrap an arm over your waist after cleaning up, press kisses to your shoulder and hold you as tight as possible as he whispers about how one day he'll marry you and keep you safe from the word. And those mean cashiers who can count right.

They find out you have someone else's Bubble - SKZ OT8

Warnings: Light suggestive content [MDNI]

Notes: This is mostly just for fun, I wanted to write but wanting it to be happy and crack rather than sappy, angsty, or angry. So. Have this.

ALSO. I forgot to change Changbin's contact pic -- and Hyunjin's chat is labeled as 'Know' bc I messed up. It's a new app to me, okay?! Spare me, please. T-T

Bonus points if you can name / recognize the two references (non SKZ related) that I threw in here.

Bangchan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

Collaboration Announcement!

Get ready foooor.... Bboki-Dwae Collab!!!

Starting this Thursday [9/5], Sian (@dwaekkicidal) and I will be releasing NSFW Hybrid!SKZ Headcanons together! I will be releasing headcanons on 9/5 & 9/7, and Sian will be releasing headcanons on 9/6 & 9/8.

Problem being, hmm... We don't know who to write for! We'll be doing four members total (maybe the other four if people ask....? maybe...???) with each of us writing for two.

The Google Link is now gone as voting is closed. Thank you to everyone who helped us decide who to write for!

Winners of the poll:

Wolf Hybrid - BangChan - 14 Votes

Chicken Hybrid - Felix - 14 Votes

Puppy Hybrid - Seungmin - 14 Votes

Bunny Hybrid - Lee Know - 11 Votes

Number Neighbor | Masterlist

pairing: Fanboy! Han Jisung x Youtuber! Reader

genre: Social media! AU; fluff, comedy, sightly angst.

↳ Jisung has been a fan of y/n since he can remember, what will happen when y/n posts her new youtube video texting her number neighbor who turned out to be Jisung?

Intro 01 | Intro 02

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Epilogue 1 | Epilogue 2

[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]

♡ Official playlist: (I'd reccomend reading the scenario first)

i am who | bc

member: bang chan 

genre: fluff (but only the tiniest bit), angst 

summary: how can i know where to go? i lost my path to the answer. 

warnings: mentions of suicide—please do not read this if the topic will trigger or upset you. if you, or someone you know, are in need of help, please reach out to people. you are not alone. 

a/n: this goes for all my writing, but the gifs i use are from we heart it. if i use your gif and don’t credit you, it’s because i found it on there and there was no credit given. i apologise in advance my dudes ♡ 

You fiddled with your thumbs as you anxiously glanced at the black screen of your mobile phone. The cafe bustled with noise, letters being tapped on keyboards under the sounds of hushed chatter and whirring coffee machines. In all honesty, you hadn’t a clue where you were. Whatever city or suburb a train drove to, whichever felt ‘right’ as you glanced out the window, was the one you’d end up in for a certain amount of time—depended on how unsatisfactory the area was. The scent of new coffee infested your senses, even more so than before if that was possible, as the server yelled out your name to alert you to the preparation of your order. You fumbled slightly prior to swiftly moving to the counter, picking up the caramel macchiato you’d wasted four dollars on. Caffeine was an adequate substitute for exhaustion you supposed, even if some of it was too hot, too bitter or too sweetened. You plopped down into your chair tiredly eyeing the drink with an unintentionally sombre expression, one you were peacefully oblivious to until a voice broke your stare off with the liquid, “hey, is everything alright?” You glanced upwards in curiosity to be met with brooding dark eyes and slightly lighter curly hair, still a dark shade of brown. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you replied with a gentle smile as you glanced back down at your order. The male hesitated slightly before sliding into the seat across from you, leading you to look up at him curiously. 

“I’m sorry to be bothersome. I swear I only came over to check if you were alright, but I just saw someone that I really don’t want to run into so can I please—” you chuckled lightly as his panicked rambling. 

“It’s alright, sit there as long as you like,” your reassuring smile faltered slightly as you paused to mumble faintly, “it’s not like anyone else was gonna sit there,” the male noticed your words but chose to ignore them, it wasn’t his business after all. Though there were still questions plaguing his mind about you. 

“Are you from around here? It’s a pretty small town, you know, ‘everyone knows everyone’ kind of crap.” 

You smiled softly with him, “no, I’m not from this area at all.” 

“What brought you here?” 

A soft hum passed your lips as you pondered the most vague yet satisfactory answer, “perhaps fate or wonderlust, a train,” he chuckled melodically while you shrugged, “guess I just needed a change of scenery.” 

His head moved in an understanding nod as he fiddled with the sleeve of his black sweater, “yeah, I get that,” there was a long pause in the conversation. You swirled the drink sat on the dark wood table while the boy across from you drummed a beat on the table lightly, watching pedestrians wander about on their daily lives. He sighed gently as he turned to face you once more, “do you think people are bored here?” 

You didn’t hesitate to respond, “everyone’s bored,” your fingers let go of the straw as you folded your arms over the table, looking past the boy’s shoulder, “people want to be remembered for something but they never actually do anything. Everyone just sticks to the same routine hoping something in their tiny bubble will change, as if one day they’ll wake up and get smiled at by every person on the street.” 

The curly haired boy analysed you momentarily, taking in the way you furrowed your eyebrows and focused on his shoulder rather than his face as you spoke. He let out a sharp breath through his nose as a smirk engraved in his lips, “everyone has their fantasy,” his eyes downcast to the time displayed on his phone, “what’s your name?” 

“Y/N.” 

He shoved his phone in his pocket as he slid from the chair across from you, “well, Y/N, you’re one interesting soul.” 

With that he smiled warmly, showing the deep indentations of his dimples, turning to walk through the glass door to the cafe. You hadn’t a name to recall him by, nor a way of contacting him in the future. Then again, why would you bother doing so? You wouldn’t stay in this place for long, you never stayed in one place for long, there was no point in getting attached to another person. He’ll just leave you like the rest of them. 

Although you supposed that searching ‘best rundown ramen restaurant near me’ wouldn’t provide you with the responses you were hoping for, that didn’t stop you from allowing your fingers to swiftly tap the letters to form the sentence—of course it showed up with nothing close to what you were looking for. Perhaps a poor review of a ramen restaurant would provide you with the answers you hoped for, the search of which landed you outside of the shitty motel waiting for your taxi to swing by and rid you of even more money, even if for a short journey. The car was sleek, well polished and clean on the inside, the driver of which seemed to be around your age with a nurturing smile and gentle voice. 

“Where to?” 

“Just to the Kalguksu and Mandu ramen place,” you responded curtly. Your head rested against the cool glass window of the car as the lights of the city flashed past in blurs of red, yellow, white and green. Every now and then the yell or obnoxious laughter of a pedestrian would force its way through the confines of the car, tickling your ears for less than a second before it faded out just as fast as it came. Time seemed to slip by you in the car, soon the ten minute journey had ended abruptly and you were now sitting in a stationary vehicle. You handed the money to the driver wordlessly before exiting the cab, watching as the black-haired driver began the drive to his next location. Now that you thought about it, he resembled a bear. Not that it mattered. 

The steam of the meal wafted abruptly in the air as you blew away the evidence of the scalding heat, your patience wearing thin as your stomach grumbled. The restaurant, store, whatever it was, was empty for the majority. Of the numerous tables, you occupied one while a male sat diagonal to you on the other side of the store. There were two ladies closer to you, young and pretty, chatting amongst themselves in what you identified as Japanese. The one facing you had a black hime haircut, the other with a sleek brown ponytail. You pondered over what they could be talking about—maybe friends, drama, how much they despised work. You hadn’t a clue, nor did you need to know. 

“Did fate and wanderlust bring you here too?” Your focus changed from the two women to the source of the voice in front of you, eyes met with the same boy from a matter of days ago—though his hair had dramatically shifted from a dark brown to a dirty blonde. His smile still remained as bright, charming dimples and all. You smiled in amusement as he sat across from you with his own food. | “No, just a taxi, lack of money and painful hunger.” 

He laughed at that, melodic and smooth was the best way to describe the sound, “figured just as much. I only think rich people get wanderlust and ogle over rundown places like this.” 

“Watch it, Christopher,” the voice of the young employee behind the counter rang through the air as he smiled smugly in the direction of your table. The coffee shop boy, Christopher you’d now learned, rolled his eyes with a warm smile directed at the other boy. 

“Christopher, huh?” 

“Eh, I prefer Chan. Minho only calls me that because it drives me up the wall, little prick,” he muttered the last part to himself, evidently trying to avoid the wrath of the sharp eyed employee. You pondered momentarily over how they knew each other, though the thoughts were gone once Chan began questioning you instead. 

“How long have you been here for?” 

Your hand picked up your mobile, previously resting on the table, to glance at the white numbers on your home screen, “six days, as of eleven minutes ago,” the blonde’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he chewed on his heated food. You tilted your head slightly at his expression, “what’s that look about?” 

Chan shook his head lightly, “just, most new people don’t last that long here.” 

You nodded as if you understood, yet there was an underlying confusion and ignorance. The gesture seemed to slip by Chan who happily slurped at the noodles in his bowl. You pondered over what his story could be—what the area meant to him, how he knew the employee at the restaurant, why he seemed so interested in your life. For some reason, you didn’t really care for personal information, didn’t care for his birthday or passion, you wanted to know the same things he knew about you. What brought him to this shit hole? Was it birth or a vehicle? Judging by his past comments it must’ve been birth. He seemed to make it clear that no one willingly stayed here—this was a place for desperate people, exactly what you were. 

It had been an aggregation of nine days since you ensured to mind the gap between the train and the platform of the station. You’d met Chan twice, unseen since you stared out the window of a rundown restaurant while you sat across from one another. Three days since Minho had teased him about his name being Christopher, three days since you’d been asked questions you couldn’t truly answer. You weren’t sure why the blonde was on your mind, eyebrow slit and dimples seemed to infest your mind like a mound of ants on a dead cockroach. A shiver ripped through your body as the frosty air nipped past your thin jacket, your legs straining as they carried you around the area. Your phone had been shoved in the pocket of your jeans minutes ago after deciding you could find the rest of your way to the secluded area—some hill that allegedly had a brilliant overview of the city. At least, that’s what Chan told you three nights ago. As your ninth day transitioned to your tenth, you found yourself stood at the bottom of the greenery. There were no plans at the top, not that you could tell at least. It was steep and stretched out quite far, making it near difficult to see the top or what it hid over the other side. Your calves burned slightly as you hiked upwards, fists clenched in the pockets of your jacket. As you heaved gently at the hilltop, you identified a dark figure already sat in the middle of the hill, very top. Just past them you could make out the cement barricade that surrounded the bottom of the hill, likely to stop people from flying off the edge of the cliff if they went running too fast. A bitter sigh passed your lips as you questioned how many deaths it took to erect the infrastructure. The figure turned towards you at the sound of your escaped breath. Their eyes must’ve already been adjusted to the dark, allowing a sound of remembrance to pass their lips before they spoke in full words, “the tables have turned, I see.” 

A smile stretched across your lips at the familiar velvety tone of Chan’s voice, bringing yourself enough steps forward to stand in the vacant spot on the right of him. Your knees bent as you lowered yourself to a seated position, crossing your legs as you placed your hands in your lap. Chan watched you, all the while, his hands resting on the slightly dewy grass behind him as his legs remained outstretched in front of him. He looked at peace in this place, you understood why. From this view, the city seemed so insignificant, like there weren’t people pushing and shoving on the sidewalk or calling out for people to enter their stores. Nothing changed for them, though, nothing would ever change. 

“Nice, huh?” 

“It’s beautiful.” 

Chan moved his eyes sideways, glancing at you momentarily before flicking his eyes back to the scenery. He never took notice in the ‘vibes’ people gave off, thought the whole idea was pretty fucking stupid—he met Minho and thought he was a kind employee at a restaurant, yet a month passed and Chan had learned that he more commonly wore a satisfactory smirk while standing over an unconscious opponents body in a boxing ring. In short, he didn’t judge people by the exterior. 

Silence had riddled the air for a decent ten minutes at this point, excluding the noises the midnight city permitted from below. Your eyes darted around smoothly, to the grass, the sky, the stars, to the body next to you. Chan stared absently from the hill, eyes glazing over at the neon signs of cheap stores and the locked doors of others. He took in every sharp edge of every office building, every curved bumper of the cars, he lost himself in the sight. All those tiny people, unrecognisable and insignificant from such a great distance, “do you think anyone will remember you?” His voice sounded lost, as if it came out without acknowledgement from his brain. 

“No,” your head lowered slightly as you shook it in disapproval, “I have no one left to remember me,” Chan eyed you curiously, you could feel it. The sensation burned into the side of your face even as you avoided staring back at him. A pitiful laugh passed by your lips, “I have nothing—I don’t have friends, I don’t have a family. I don’t even know who I am,” you knew you were oversharing, but it wasn’t like you knew Chan. It wasn’t like you’d see him again—but that was what you told yourself in the cafe, yet here you were. Fucking hell. 

Chan cleared his throat uncertainly, “you—you have me.” 

Your stare remained on your lap whilst your vision began to blur from the water pooling in your eyes. Blinking rapidly, you rid the evidence of your feelings, your vulnerability. A forced smile was mustered up on your face as you looked at Chan, “I guess I do.” 

It didn’t feel that way. 

Your hands shook timidly as they outstretched towards the metal railing in front of you. The noise was distinct and heavy, ocean waves crashing against jagged rocks that covered the shore. It drove anxiousness through you like a slick knife, you hadn’t a clue why. You weren’t facing the possibility  of drowning, nor could a gust of wind somehow pick up your body up high enough to throw you over the top of the railing so you could plummet to your death. The thought obviously lingered in your mind, though. If you wanted to, you could do it by yourself. Not rely on wind or water, just use your two legs to climb up and over. A mild sigh tainted the air as you looked away from the water below. It was stupid, really, how a walk near a beach turned into pondering the numerous ways you could end your life—if you wanted to. You didn’t know if you wanted to yet, hadn’t thought long enough. 

“I don’t have to test my reaction time and run to save you if you fall, do I?” 

You jumped in shock before turning to face the owner of the voice. Chan smiled widely at you, a mix of cheekiness and apology—you forgot you were meeting him here, “Jesus, Chan. I wasn’t planning on it but that scared me enough to fall.” 

He chuckled at your hyperbole, taking gentle strides towards you until he was close enough to rest his arms on the railing beside you, “beautiful, isn’t it?” 

You smiled at the contradiction of some of his past phrases, “yeah, just like everything else in this town. Don’t know why people ‘don’t last that long’,” you mocked towards the end. Chan shifted slightly in his position, “what did you mean by that anyway?” He sighed, scratching his neck. 

“Just… no one sticks around here. Nothing ever happens, nothing ever changes.” 

“Change only happens when you make it happen,” you swiftly rebutted before rolling your eyes softly, “people can’t expect things to be different overnight.” 

The blonde let out an unamused laugh, “tell me about it.” 

You allowed your eyes to wash over the blue that engulfed the landscape. Seafoam and waves, snapped against rocks as the ripples flew in and out. The evening sky was a splatter of dark blues and orange as the sun lowered beyond the horizon, resting for the night until it had to rise. The sun would rise, and you would try again—try the best you could, at least. Time was shifting at a faster pace in your mind. Nine days have passed in this town, soon to be ten in a matter of hours, and you hadn’t a clue how much longer you had. Money was shortening, the motel you were staying in seemed to be draining your wallet much faster than you hoped even though they charged a low price for low quality. 

There was a guilty feeling sinking in your stomach, it was weighing heavier and heavier, to the point where it felt like you were being forced against the metal railing. You knew you’d have to leave town, this was always how it went. Though, this time it would be much more difficult. You’d known Chan for a grand total of… seven days? Six days? You hadn’t a clue, but why did it matter? It didn’t stop the guilty feeling of leaving him without an explanation, without future contact, without a goodbye. Maybe you felt that way because there was a hint of understanding in his eyes when you talked, a genuine curiosity about how you were doing and why you weren’t at home. Home—you hadn’t thought of such a thing in a long time. There wasn’t really a point, in your eyes, home wasn’t somewhere you’d been in a long time. Wasn’t even something you’d had in a long time.  

Under the shadow of midnight you would carry out your plot to leave. Ticket to a train, minding the gap between the train and the platform anywhere far from here, anywhere you haven’t been. Your ears grew desensitised to the sound of moving traffic below the cliff, eyes focused on the stars above you. Each time a new one appeared, you’d dart your attention to that spot. Chan did the same—it would unknowingly be his last night with you, a goodbye in which only you knew the sense of finality it held. You felt bad to leave a promise unfulfilled; this way it would be partially fulfilled. You almost scoffed at your own mindset. All your life you’d detested everyone for leaving you behind, and yet you were about to leave someone behind. Chan was a good person—you hoped he didn’t feel the same way about you. Chan wasn’t someone who deserved to be let down, yet here you were. 

“I still have no fucking clue what I’m doing. There’s nothing here for me.” 

“You have me!” The exclamation settled in the night air before his voice piped up again, meeker and crumbled, “you’ll always have me.” 

You wished it didn’t feel that way.  

“What’s got you down in the dumps?” 

“They left.” 

The younger male scoffed as he scrubbed at porcelain dishes, “don’t they always,” it was intended to lighten the mood but nothing shifted in the atmosphere. He softened slightly and sighed, “their actions say a lot more about them than they say about you, man. Remember that.”  

Chan had never known Minho to be wrong. He was wise, intelligent, albeit a little odd, but there was a fond uniqueness in such oddities. Yet the male couldn’t have been more wrong about you. Your actions did say a lot about you, but not in the way Minho had implied and Chan had believed. There was no maliciousness or gain from your actions, you were just lost. Out of your depth, some place foreign on the outskirts of a city. There were always hints of it but none that Chan ever considered deeply. To him, it was a point of questioning who you were, not how you were. He realised now that he should’ve done the latter. 

He realised that when you were found floating dead in the salty ocean. That was the way Chan found out you were back in town. 

They hadn’t a clue how you died—suicide, murder, accident, anything was possible in this world and yet most people remained mind-numbingly ignorant. Chan didn’t want to be like one of those people, but there was nothing more he could do. He knew you wouldn’t have left a note behind if it was all intentional, you had no one to write to—other than Chan, but he wasn’t sure if you saw it that way. 

That night, eight o’clock and four hours after they found you, Chan had trudged up that godforsaken hill towering over that oblivious city. Every single one of them carried on as if nothing ever happened—you were no one to them, nothing. His knees had made contact with the dewy grass and his eyes had glossed over hopelessly as he stared down towards the city. He always hated the way that stupid cement wall blocked some of the view, the sight of people fleeing to the city in order for bigger opportunities or more expensive alcohol. Tonight, he felt more thankful for it. It had served great purpose to you, clearly, acting as a backdrop to your sticky-taped note. 

Dear Chan, no one else should read this. I, Y/N, am an incredibly selfish person. There’s no one left for me because I drove them all away, something I only accepted very recently, and the one person who was genuinely interested in me was left behind at the local train station with flickering lights. I know I didn’t keep my promise, but I beg you to promise me one thing: I lost to myself, so please don’t mourn a day. Fate is inevitable, and I believe in my heart that this was my destiny. All this time I was jumping from place to place, trying to find answers to questions about who I am and why I am. I did this to find myself and yet I’ve only become more lost. I understand it now, though. My life was just not meant to be, and whichever place I found the most peace in should be the place I lay to rest. I’ll see you on the other side, Chan. I promise I’ll be waiting, but only if you want me to. Keep your head up, Chan, there are angels above you — Y/N. 

In all honesty, Chan was angry to begin with. You wanted to be remembered for something, so you could feel like you had at least one person left by your side before you floated to a higher place. You would be remembered by more people than you could’ve ever imagined—were they murdered, was it a suicide, was it an accident? People talked about your death, they secured that bridge. You changed things for the better, just as you’d hoped, and yet you didn’t stick around to see it. Chan wasn’t sure he could forgive you for that. 

He still wanted you to wait. 

The wind whipped wickedly at your body as it teased the edge. The water splashed below you as it teasingly invited you in, invited you to be at peace. You were stood on the same bridge you visited with Chan, only this time things were different. Alone, crying, hidden by the moonlight. There were stars and a moon, but it seemed as if all colour had been drained from the world—apocalyptic if it were any other time of the day. You glanced back down at the water. You were further down the bridge than last time, and the tide had evidently brought more depth to the water in the time you’d been gone. Certainly you wouldn’t hit the ground if you fell, there were no rocks in this section for you to crack against either. A deep sigh escaped your chapped lips as you eyed the moon. Chan unknowingly mirrored your actions from the hill overlooking the city. You’d made up your mind, you chose peace and freedom over confusions and loss. Your eyelids delicately closed as you stepped away from the railing. At first you could feel yourself falling, but then you didn’t feel anything. The wind had stopped and the echo of the ocean faded out as you escaped. 

I can’t find any answers. I don’t like being tormented. 

im so obsessed 😭

The “Spy” - Hwang Hyunjin

A/N: @taichoushadow​ I hope it is somewhat good and okay.

Warnings: Brief roleplay, smut, Hyunjin being tied up, rope being used, teasing, dirty talk, nudism, explicit language, descriptive scenes, toys/vibrator being used, nipple play, slight edging, fingering, cum tasting, unprotected sex(readers on the pill), aftercare, cockwarming.

W/C: 5.7K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the  age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You waited on the bed for Hyunjin to enter, recently you’ve been having some dreams about being a spy, and you probably shouldn’t have told him because he had suggested roleplaying to test it out, you weren’t too optimistic, but it was worth a try.

The bedroom door opens, and you turn to look at him, finding him wearing a pair of leather pants, that seemed to fit extremely tight, and a white button-up. He looks at you as you slowly got up from the bed, his black-coloured hair covering part of his eyes.

“I’m here to arrest you and take you back to headquarters,” He says. You fight the urge to laugh, you do, but you just couldn’t get used to the script. You bite the inside of your cheeks and move towards him, not saying a word because you knew if you did, you would end up laughing. “Y/n… I’m here to arrest you,” You grab onto his shirt, twisting your fingers into the fabric and pulling him further into the room, and shutting the door with your other hand, before pulling him towards a chair you had already set up. “Are you taking me, hostage?” You turn him towards the chair and lean forward, making him step back and sit down on the chair. You reach for the rope you had near the chair and tie one of his wrists to the armrests before looking up at him.

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[2:27 PM]

“baby...” he whispers, eyes wide in awe and mouth open in a small ‘o’. he turns to face you and you see the shine of tears in his pretty eyes.

“happy birthday, binnie. I love you so much and I’d have given you the entire world today if I could’ve, but that wasn’t an option so I hope this will suffice.” you joke, lacing your fingers with his and tilting your head with a big smile.

the room is dim, the only light coming from the array of scented candles you set out earlier. on the table in front of you sits your present for your dear boyfriend:

a scrapbook filled with photos from your years together - before you started dating as well as after - each with a small handwritten message describing what you treasure about each memory; what you treasure about him. decorated with real dried flowers and gold leaf, the whole thing radiates some type of soft vintage glow. as he flicks through the pages and reads the notes, his hold on your hand grows tighter until eventually he pulls you into a big hug.

“this is so...you- how long did it take? there’s years worth of photos in here.” he asks, words muffled by your hair.

“I don’t actually know, ‘cause it felt like I got drawn into each memory as I went through them all. I feel like I’ve always had you by my side...you’re so warm, you know?”

you hear him sniffle but a soft laugh escapes him anyway and he moves back to look at you. he scoffs, shaking his head.

“is that all I am to you? a sentient heat pack? a glorified hot water bottle, even on my birthday?” he clutches his chest dramatically with one hand and sighs. “and all this time I thought you loved me for who I was inside.”

you both break out into laughter, but you hug him again and whisper your next words against his neck.

“I didn’t mean physically warm. I just meant everything - your smile, your laugh, even the way you cry so easily-” he whines, smacking your arm, and you giggle. “everything about you radiates warmth and light. even if you do dress like emo me in high school.”

he doesn’t respond because he can’t find the right words to tell you just how much he adores you, and how all that warmth you find in him is reflected in your own heart.

it’s okay, though. you know exactly how he feels; words can’t accurately describe your love for him either.

all you know is that this moment - warm in his arms on his birthday, memories and happiness dancing around the room in the form of flickering candlelight - is perfect.

[6:43 PM]

"hey, lix?" you call out softly, the boy in question humming and turning to you. the warm light of sunset rays paints his skin gold, and his eyes are even warmer as he gazes at you.

"have you ever seen that thing where people say beauty marks are from your soulmate kissing you in your past life?" he shakes his head and lifts an eyebrow as if encouraging you to continue.

"well," you smile, wiggling a little closer to where he sits on your shared bed. "that's a theory that some people have. so I saw it recently, and I was thinking about where my soulmate would have kissed me."

he opens his arms to you, asking silently for cuddles and who are you to say no to your precious fairy boyfriend?

you climb onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. he buries his face in your shoulder and you can feel his giggles vibrating in his chest as he tightens his hold. something about felix just feels so right to you -- that's the only way you can explain it. he feels like home, like happiness and sunshine and everything good and bright in the world bundled up inside one sweet boy.

he feels like the word 'love'.

he feels like your soulmate.

"then, I realised something," you continue and he moves back to look at you. "doesn't that mean your freckles are from soulmate kisses too?"

he laughs out loud at that, a shy giggle before he hides his face against you once again. you can see the tips of his ears turning a soft shade of red.

"it's true! isn't that so cute?" you lean back so he can no longer hide. "well, I love you and I wanna make sure you keep those freckles in our next lives!"

that's the only warning he gets before you're diving in to kiss all over his cheeks and nose. he hardly fights back, just laughs and laughs and tries to kiss you too, waiting patiently until you're done before he wraps you up in a hug and you crash together against the mattress.

you're still laughing when he looks at you and smiles once more. he kisses you again.

"thank you for that. I love you too, my soulmate."

[4:16 PM]

"channie?"

no response.

you peek around the door frame to see him in the same spot as he was almost four hours ago when you had left. same pose, too, slouched against the cushions of the couch with his shoulders hunched forward slightly as he presses the buttons of his controller with the force of gabbie hanna aggressively typing in that one video. he doesn't even look up, probably too absorbed in the game to have noticed your soft voice.

"chan, I'm home." you repeat, a little louder.

he finally looks up and a bright smile instantly lights up his face, dimples on full display. you mirror his grin, warmth spreading through you at the mere sight of your happy boyfriend.

you almost think you've got his full attention when a sudden cry through the headset from felix pulls his attention right back to the tv screen and he's back to button mashing. you simply sigh.

it's great that chan has the time to relax now, after a month straight of extremely late nights and stressful deadlines; he deserves the time off.

it's just that you kind of assumed some of that time would be spent with you, his loving girlfriend who could really use some cuddles these days. that proved to be a rather bold assumption - he hasn’t stopped playing for three days straight. he takes breaks to do some casual work in his studio and generally take care of himself, but you’re ultimately left cuddleless and it’s a little disappointing to say the least.

you can't really be mad at him, since you're pretty sure he doesn't actually realise he's been playing for so long. he just tends to get very immersed in whatever cycle he’s started and loses touch with reality for a hot minute until you pull him back down to earth.

so pull him back down, you do, by flopping directly onto his unsuspecting body and burying your face in his chest.

“b-baby?” he cries out in confusion, clearly not expecting your chaotic choice of attack. you whine and somehow crawl even closer to him.

he just laughs and puts his controller down, telling felix he’ll be back on later. you hear a couple of complaints coming from the other side but chan dismisses them with a wave that felix can’t even see, and he wraps his arms around you in a warm bear hug.

“little cuddle bunny, can’t I even play my games without being pounced on?” he coos with a fond smile on his face.

“sure you can.” you start in a sing-song voice, “but not for three days straight. nom!”

he lets out a surprised cry when you bite down (softly, but fiercely) on his shoulder like a feisty cat.

“has it...has it actually been three days..?” he asks, voice a little hesitant. you know he already feels bad.

“yep.” you simply respond. “s’okay though, if you make up for it right now.”

he laughs, a bright and cheerful giggle that gives you an unbelievably big serotonin rush every single time, the vibrations comforting as you lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

you’re sure this is peak happiness. all is good and well when you’re carefree and sleepy together.

[2:25 AM]

The fresh bedsheets are cold but your skin is burning hot, cheeks flushed and tear stained. Normally, this would be a happy ending. The night would stop here, the day would come, you would go and Minho would pretend it didn't happen until the next time it did.

That was okay with you, it made things easier. You didn't want him to act any different for your sake; both of you agreed to this arrangement, and there were clear rules set out in bold text, underlined in red.

There were lines there so you would not cross them, and yet here you are. In his bed, staring up at the ceiling with an ache in your chest from your heavy heart, weighed down with unwanted thoughts and feelings.

His soft snoring echoes throughout the otherwise silent room, and it makes the walls seem taller and the distance between your bodies that much larger. It makes you feel vunerable. It makes you feel weak.

How could you have let it get to this point? You knew before you went into this that it could never go too far. The deal was there would be no strings attached, and you could leave whenever you felt like it.

Except you couldn't. You wanted to leave, wanted to tell him this deal wasn't working and you needed more, you needed him. You wanted nothing more than to be spending these nights cuddling instead of drowning your stupid feelings in a couple shots of whatever cheap liquor was in your glass and pretending you were only in love with his body.

More tears fall, dripping against his pillowcase.

You wish your feelings would do the same, just drip away until there's nothing left, but instead your mind feels full to the brim with 'what if's that you know are all painfully pointless. He doesn't feel the same. He doesn't care, he'll never care, it doesn't even matter...but what if-

"Y/N?" Minho's sleepy voice breaks you out of your thoughts, an arm reaching blindly towards your curled up figure to pull you against him. "Why are you still awake?"

You don't trust your voice enough to give a proper response right now, so you simply hum and let him hold you like it means anything to him.

He doesn't seem to mind, though, drifting off to sleep again minutes later.

His arms are wrapped around you and his body is so warm, but you've never felt colder in your life.

[1:12 PM]

the doorbell rings right as you bury your face in jeongin's chest, arms wrapped tight around his warm body. you make a point of sighing as loudly as you can, even though the noise is muffled by his shirt.

"baby, I...can you, like-" he starts, trying to wiggle his way out from under you to see who's come to interrupt your time together.

of course, you don't plan on cooperating. instead, you wriggle further up his body until your nose is pressed against his neck and your arms are wrapped around him again like his personal cuddlebug.

he seems to get the impression that you're not exactly enthusiastic about the idea of moving anywhere for at least another hour, but he feels bad because he's pretty sure it's felix at the door, coming to ask for his headset back.

"alright, in that case," he says as he sits up, bringing you with him, "you can come with."

and so he somehow manages to stand with you still clinging to him, and as he stumbles towards the front door he can't help but feel a bit like a mother koala carrying her sleepy young.

the ringing of the doorbell doesn't stop until he actually opens the door, and as it turns out, it was indeed felix coming for his headset.

"hey, just wanted the headset back since we're about to-" felix pauses as he looks up, "um, hi Y/N."

you reply with a quiet hum in greeting, your face still hidden from view against jeongin's shoulder.

"anyway, that's all I'm here for."

jeongin shuffles back into the apartment, searching for the headset while simultaneously trying not to drop you or fall over. once he succeeds in his mission and felix is on his way, he returns to his position on the couch.

you can't help but let out a series of giggles at his dedication to travelling around the apartment with you instead of dropping you off on the cushions, and he joins you laughing as whatever netflix series you were watching plays in the background.

kissing your nose softly, he doesn't even have to speak for you to know what's on his mind.

yes, this is love. this is happiness.

[5:15 PM]

"Y/N, you have to tell me what's wrong. I can't do anything unless I know, please," felix begs, hands gripping your shoulders tight as he stares at you. "I'm really worried about you."

"lix," you mumble, unable to face him so you face the floor instead. you can still feel him staring but you know if you look up and see the worry in his eyes, you'll crumble right then and there and he'll have to deal with a sad, crying mess.

he knows you're not going to explain until you're ready, and he respects that you need time, so he just pulls you in for a hug and stays silent. you stay like that for a good five minutes, just holding each other close as you breathe in his comforting scent, until you're finally ready to explain.

"honestly, I don't know what's wrong. I don't know anything. It's just so much and it's nothing at the same time and I just-" you let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know."

he leans back to look at you, but your eyes are red and teary so you press your face against his chest to hide. he lifts a hand to gently rub your back as he contemplates what you said.

"I get it. That's okay, take your time to figure it out. I'm here for you," he reassures you, and something about his tone tells you he understands what you mean more than you might have expected. "I'll be here until you feel better."

suddenly, you're unable to hold back your sobs. you cry into the soft fabric of his pastel sweater and he only holds you tighter, whispering sweet affirmations and telling you it'll all be okay in time.

"but what if I never do?" you whimper against his shoulder, taking deep breaths as you tremble. for a second, you're not sure if he even heard you until he hums curiously.

"what if I never feel better?" you explain softly, and even you are slightly surprised by how broken you sound.

in the earliest hours of the morning, when you're awake after yet another sleepless night, the possibility that things might never get better gnaws away at your hope for a happy future and sends you spiralling into panic and confusion. even now, you feel your heart pound anxiously at the idea, but felix's arms wrapped tight around you manage to calm your mind at least a bit.

"well," he starts, gently petting your head to comfort you, "in that case, I promise I'll be by your side through it all."

you want to ask why he would do so much for you, you want to doubt his honesty because people have said that before and proceeded to leave you when things got hard, but something about felix makes you want to trust him with your whole heart anyway. maybe you're naive, and maybe it's partially due to the way his voice gives you butterflies when he speaks softly in your ear, but he feels safe and you want to let him make you feel better without shying away, just this once.

so instead of pushing him away, you take another deep breath and rest your head against his chest again. "okay. thank you, lix."