✨ @angieknght - Tumblr Blog

SCENARIOS ━ Bang Chan

『 ↳✧･ﾟ WORD COUNT: 2.85k (total)

『 ↳✧･ﾟ CW: Fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, friends to lovers, comfort, etc. Bang Chan referred to as Chan, Channie, Chris, and every sweet name you can imagine.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ A/N: WELCOME BACK SCENARIOS!!!! This time, they are in chronological order. This a special edition!!! A timeline of how a relationship with Chan would sort of be. Late post, sososos sorry! Hope u enjoyyy.

(pictures are not mine. Credits to their respective owners!)

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

07:06 p.m. ; Chan's bedroom 📍

Chan wanted to get married young, have kids. He was way too much of a family man. That much was obvious. But, of course, things turned out different since he chose to follow his dreams instead. Being an idol was hard; relationships even harder. And when he found a girl he wanted to marry, she had broken up with him.

“Ugh,” he huffs. “When am I going to get married?”

He was complaining, very bitterly, after seeing the wedding pictures of some old classmate on social media. It made him feel a little hopeless. He'd like to think he was a good man. Respectful, kind; a gentleman...

He was thirty now, he wasn't as young as he'd imagined he'd be when married. Marriage felt approachable when he had a girlfriend, but now, he had to start all over again.

Tonight though, he was supposed to be working on a new song, yet he had taken a break. And doom-scrolling with his—not so jolly—mood these days didn't pair up well.

You were here just to spend some time together, even if that came at the expense of sitting around while he sat in headphones in front of his computer. A weird way of quality time with your best friend, but quality time nonetheless.

“I volunteer,” you joke half-heartedly, you too scrolling on your phone.

Chan and you had been friends for quite a while now, and you’d seen how much of a loving partner he could be. You saw the way he treated his past girlfriends, the way he was around the kids. You knew him, and he was a good man despite his small flaws. You fell somewhere along the way, especially when he started working on his self-esteem issues.

He doesn't reply at first, maybe sour about the situation, maybe thinking you were making fun of him somehow. His voice is still gentle when he responds, "don't... joke with that." he muses; chair swiveling just enough for him to face you.

"Not joking," you offer him your left hand, wiggling your empty ring finger. "You've taken way too long. Can't believe you're so oblivious."

It wasn't exactly a secret that you liked him. But you had never officially confessed either. And Chan, outside of music, was a little dorky and shy. He took your obvious flirting as just your friendly way of being. Friends joked like that, he thought.

Chan stares at you for a second. "...Obli—Wait, are you being serious?"

"I mean," you shrug. "I wouldn't marry you right away. I wanna be your girlfriend for a while."

His gaze fleets, finding a spot somewhere on the floor. The tips of his ears have gotten a little red. "Y/N... what are you even talking about?"

"Just saying out loud what we've always known." You say softer now. "No pressure, though."

DATING : FOUR MONTHS

10:52 p.m. ; Chan's bedroom 📍

Chan is in bed playing on his phone, waiting for to finish your night routine. You now came over to spend his few days off with him. Try and find some quality time in between both of your hectic schedules. So, most of the times, you'd see each other just to have dinner, and sleep together.

You climb onto your side of his bed, and he doesn’t tear his gaze from the game. “Channie?”

He continues to focus on the game on his phone. He replies to your question with a simple hum, signaling that he's listening even though he doesn't look up from the screen.

“I have a crush on you…” You say with a big smile. Chan freezes for a second, registering the words you have said and letting his phone drop. He turns to you with a grin, amused and endeared. He was your boyfriend now.

"You have a crush on me?" he asks, feigning cluelessness.

“A biiig, fat crush.” You nod. It’s implied you do—or did, considering you two have been dating for a few months now.

He laughs wholeheartedly as he realizes what you’re doing. He scoots a little closer to you, clearly enjoying this little joke. “Oh really? A big, fat crush, hm?” he teases. “And how long have you had this crush on me?”

Your smile grows wider when he plays along. “Oh, for such a long time.” You reply with feigned nonchalance. “But I couldn't keep it to myself anymore.”

He pretends to be deep in thought for a moment, before looking at you with a slow nod. “Hmm, I see. And you waited this long to tell me? You must really have it bad for me.”

His unexpected response wipes the smile off your face, only to create another one. “Idiot…” You mumble, rolling your eyes.

He laughs at your response. “Hey! I thought you had a crush on me. Don’t be mean to your crush.” He playfully pokes your side, still grinning. He knew was lucky you even looked in his direction.

“Do you have a crush on meee?” You whine with impatience. You wanted to hear it back.

Chan’s smile softens at your question, and he looks at you with utter affection. Heart eyes, you like to call them. “Of course I do. I mean, how could I not?” He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I have a big, fat crush on you too, baby.”

DATING : EIGHT MONTHS

03:17 a.m. ; Y/N's apartment 📍

It was no secret Chan snored. His members even teased him for it. While the snoring wasn't ideal, you had learned to ignore it as your years together went on. Your dad used to snore too, so in a way, you had grown a little inmune to it.

But sometimes it got bad. Like bad enough to be scary.

Chan’s breathing would just collapse, and he’d wake up in shock, with a big gasp and body stiff. His lung and heart area ached right after too. It burned from the lack of air and created a chest pain he had, unfortunately, become familiar with.

It happened tonight again, no different than any other time. Though it had been a while since it last happened.

It usually awakens you too. “Chris? Baby?” You rub his back gently. Your sleep seems to have vanished from the scare.

Chan was sitting upright, trying to calm his racing heart and the pain he felt. He was still breathing heavily, the pain in his chest slowly dulling. He didn't turn to look at you. "Hey... sorry. I’m okay." he said.

Your eyes are trained on him with so much concern. “you sure?” Your hand rubs up and down his back, inching a little closer to him.

Chan nods, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just had another one of those... episodes."

“C’mere,” you ask softly. “Lie on your side.”

Chan hated it. His shoulders were too broad, and it ached being in this position for long, but these things never happened when he laid like this, so he entertains your idea.

“Stay like this, okay?”

"Okay." he said softly, watching you as you got up.

You make a quick trip to the kitchen for a glass of water and painkillers, just in case. You really only take a minute or so, and he’s endeared by your efforts to care for him. Chan really needed someone to take care of him sometimes, and he was lucky to have you do it so selflessly.

“I got some painkillers too,” you take a seat by his side bed, watching him barely sit up to drink the water. “Not sure if you want them.”

Chan downs the water greedily, his throat dry from the snoring. He let out a small sigh of relief as he set the glass back down. However, when you mentioned the painkillers, his expression soured a bit. “I don’t like taking them. They make me feel all groggy.” he said, running a hand through his hair.

“That’s okay,” you reply gently. “You don’t have to take them." Chan nods. He appreciated that you understood his preference.

He laid back down, wincing slightly as his shoulders ached from the odd position. He reached out for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You smile, eyes still glimmering with a little concern. “I'm sorry, I know you don’t like sleeping this way.”

Chan smiles a little tired. He did hate sleeping on his side, but he knew it was a necessary measure if he wanted to avoid it. "Yeah...” he said, shifting slightly to try and find a comfortable position. “But I guess it’s better than waking up gasping for air.”

“You need to stop giving me these scares.” you say quietly, nagging in a way, but always loving. “Maybe look into that surgery we’ve talked about.”

Chan’s expression sours a bit at the mention of the surgery. He knows it’s been a topic of discussion between the two of you for a while now, but he’s always been hesitant about the idea.

“I don’t know…” he said, still holding your hand. “It’s a pretty big surgery, and recovery time seems intense.”

You nod. “I know. But everything else can wait when it comes to your health.”

Everything meant his job, and he knew it. But he was too hard-headed.

Chan sighed heavily, knowing you had a point. His health should be his top priority, and yet he couldn’t help but worry about the impact it would have on his career.

“I know, but…” he said, his expression conflicted. “I'm so busy right now…it’s all so packed. I can’t just…disappear for a while.”

“I know, my love.” You gently pet his head, thumb running over his temple. “Just promise me you’ll listen to your body.”

Chan closed his eyes at your touch, feeling some of the tension in his shoulders ease. He knew you were right, that he needed to listen to his body and take care of himself.

DATING : ONE YEAR, SIX MONTHS

02:38 p.m. ; hotel room 📍

With time, naturally, your relationship had grown more serious. Sometimes you still wondered how you went from friends to this. Because this time you two were meeting in Milan for a few days. An impromptu vacation since Chris would be attending a Fendi show.

You had flown in separately, met him at the hotel, since your relationship was still secret. And you two had been talking about tonight. How he would attend the show, maybe a party afterwards. Whatever he needed to do as part of his job of being one of Fendi's ambassadors.

But even then, he still worried about you. Tried to care for you, leave things for when he wouldn't be around; a protector after all.

So he sat at the edge of the bed, holding you, standing in between his legs. “Promise me you’ll eat, okay?” He urges, bringing your hand up to brush a kiss on your knuckles. “Eat well,” he clarifies. For you had a sneaky way of turning that sentence and manage to skip your meals.

“You worry too much,” you say trying to pull away from his hold.

Chan's grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, holding onto you. This could be your only flaw, how much you tried to get out of eating enough. It worried him every time. “Promise me you’ll eat well,” he insists, his expression serious.

“Yeah…” you say halfheartedly.

Chan sighs at your response, able to tell you’re not taking this seriously. “Y/N,” he warns.

“Not my name!” You whine.

Chan can’t help but huff out a small chuckle at your reaction. Despite the seriousness of the situation, your playful whine brings a soft smile to his lips. He only called you sweet names, so you knew it was serious when he called you by your name.

He tugs on your hand, wanting your full attention. “Not your name?” he echoes. “Well then, listen to me, baby girl.” His eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of worry and affection. “I want you to eat well, okay? No skipping meals.”

Something about the way he asks, or the way he looks at you makes you giddy. “Okay... I will.” You relent.

Chan’s expression softens as you agree, his worry visibly easing. He knows he can’t control everything, but he’s relieved you’re listening.

“Thank you,” he says sincerely, his grip on your hand relaxing.

DATING : ONE YEAR, NINE MONTHS

08:21 p.m. ; shared apartment 📍

"Woah, woah, what are you doing?" He practically goes pale the moment you're grabbing your blanket and a pillow.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" You bite back.

Chan and you had never argued this bad. You had small stupid fights, like every couple did every once in a while. You two got along pretty well, so even those were rare.

"You're not sleeping on the couch." He states.

"Watch me," you say, mostly to push his buttons more.

And before you know it, he's in your way, towering above you, hand gently holding your arms. "Hold on!" He pleads, whiny. "I'm trying to understand why we can't communicate right now."

"Because you're not listening to me! Why do I always have to yell at you?" You exasperate. "It's like you want me to."

"I-I don't... honey," he stammers.

"No. Just let me be." You plead.

"No, no, no, hold on. Wait, baby." He pleads. "I'm... Just sit down and let's talk this through."

NEWLY ENGAGED : TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS

12:25 a.m. ; shared apartment 📍

"What are you doing, my love?" A warm voice rouses you awake. Chan had spent a late night in the studio, and was now just coming home.

You were dozing off in bed, phone propped up playing whatever video for some background noise. "hm... Chris?"

"I'm home, sweetheart." He says softly, his hands finding your left one; lips press to the ring on your finger.

It never got old. The rush he got from knowing you were engaged now, and bound to marry soon. It made him happy. Euphoric.

His nimble fingers gently find the accessory and pry it off with care. "You can't sleep with jewelry on, baby girl."

"It's my engagement ring." You coo, watching as he places it on your bedside table.

He smiles proud, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead. "Even so."

ENGAGED : TWO YEARS FIVE MONTHS

01:40 a.m. ; shared apartment 📍

"Why are you still up?" You murmur with voice rough, scaring him in the quiet room.

His head whips towards the door, surprised. His hair is messy from bed, headphones halfway on. "I'm..." He hesitates when he sees the look on your face. He knows you wouldn't be too happy to find out he was working late into the night. Especially when you had been working to fix his night-owl schedule into something a little more reasonable.

"Come back to bed." You mean to ask, but it's more of a gentle order.

He doesn't get up right away, computer still frozen on the newest project he was working on. He felt like a deer in headlights, though he was just a man being reprimanded by his soon-to-be wife.

"Please," you say a little annoyed.

Chan chews on his bottom lip as he saves and exits without any sort of retort. He never argued back, and he certainly wouldn't start now.

He quietly tucks the metallic device onto his work bag and turns off the lights as he exits the room. He then follows the hallway to your shared bedroom, where you had already gotten back into bed.

He climbs beside you, staring at your back for a moment before he dares approach you. His arm weighs on your waist, and a soft kiss is pressed to your shoulder. "Are you mad?" He whispers in the dark.

You take a moment to reply. "...no."

His hand apologetically rubs up and down your arm. "I'm sorry," he says despite your answer. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought—"

"You can't sleep because you constantly think of work." You say in a way that seems almost nagging.

Chan doesn't take it personally. He knows well the kind of man he is. "I know, I'm sorry, baby."

MARRIED : YEAR #1

06:22 p.m. ; living room 📍

"I want a baby." Chan says with a smile.

He had just gotten home a few minutes ago. Today he had a shoot with the kids for their new SKZ's code episode. One that involved babies.

You chuckle,"You want a baby." You say incredulous.

He smiles even wider. "C'mon, it'll be so cute."

"You have baby fever."

"Y/N.." he drawls out the last syllable. "You don't wanna have a baby with me?" He pouts.

"I do! But not right now." You respond.

"Let's have a baby," he coos, arms wrapping around you. "Imagine a mini us running around."

"Can I think about it?" You offer, but it's practically like you've said yes already. Smile wide, eyes closing. Chris is already excited about the idea.

taglist: @ivaviavi @kskzhwang143 @loveii-vee @velvetmoonlght @udontknowmeppl @supernaturalsunny @riddlessecretss @simpertonglorp @moon-1307 @cchapssaltteok @skzfangirl143 @nayeonsstrawberries @geni-627

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

✨