Imagine: Chan slowly falling for you (his pov)
To Bang Chan it seemed like you were always around, your presence calming, reasuring. They accepted you into their social media team and you were in charge of coming up with new ideas and bringing them to life. At the start both of you were very profesional, but soon there were little cracks forming in the distant politeness.
He was always so carefull with setting boundaries, being carefull whom to trust, but you seem to always catch him off guard. Like when you asked him for his phonenumber one day. He went quiet, flustered as he reached for your phone, fingers brushing for a seccond. "If i'm going to work for you i need to know how to get in touch with you." He almost facepalmed himself, ofcouse this was work related.
He learned your little habbits involuntairily. Like how you needed 2 coffees in the morning before you could function properly or how you loved listening to true crime podcasts whenever you had a free moment, even how you would finish every meal with something sweet. He even bought your favourite snacks ones, offering it to you after all of you had lunch together. "O you like these as well? They are my favorite." You chimed.
He almost thought he would faint when you asked him and Han to do a tiktok dance, before pausing the recording. You walked directly up to him and ruffled his hair with your tender fingers. Straightening the glasses on his nose. "Trust me the fans love your soft curls, it makes you look more boyfriendish." Or the time he posted another video on bubble and you playfully swatted his chest. "Geez Chris, trying to kill all the ladies today? Gonna get everyone feral if you keep this up." His cheecks redening emediatly as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Chan had been in love with you long before he dared to admit it to himself, but the first time he realy noticed was when you took two weeks of. You were going on a girlstrip with your best friends and he couldn't help but check your instagram every other hour. Thumb hovering over the little heart, contemplating wether to like your posts or don't, before deciding he shouldn't. The other members noticed long before he did, Lee know was the first to talk about it though. "You know, for what it's worth, i think you should go for it. Allow yourself some happiness." Chris tried to act confused, but his friend wouldn't have it. "She has been texting you non stop about work while she is on vacation. She hasn't texted any of us in a week." And he couldn't help but smile at that.
One night he was in bed, thinking about how effortlesly you fit into his live. How your face was the first one he looked for when they arrived at airports, when you didn't travel with them. How over time he started to make sure you were close, safe when you had to face huge crowds. And somehow he found himself hating the fact that he couldn't be the one waiting at the airport when you got back from your trip, you deserved someone that made you feel that loved and more than anything in the world he wanted to be that person for you.
He checked your instagram stories again. A picture of the boarding screen at the airport, saying that your flight got delayed by 2 hours. A picture of you at the closed underground gate, captionted"great, i'll gues i'll have to spend the night at the airport." Chan acted before thinking, grabbing his keys and backpack. There's no way he'll let you sleep in the airport. When he got there he followed the arrival signs and spotted your colourfull suitcase plastered with stickers before he saw you curled up on a plastic bench. Jacket propped under your head as a makeshift pillow and your favorite sweater used as a blanket.
His fingers slowly stroke your cheeck as he kneeled beside you. Quickly lifting his cap and lowering his facemask, because he startled you half to death waking you up looking like that. "Chris, what are you doing here?" "I saw your instagram stories and couldn't let you spend the night here. You should've called me." He helps you up carefully, every muscle hurting from the position you were in. "Thanks. You didn't have to though." He shakes his head violently before squeezing your hand, that for some reason he is still holding. "I wanted to, to be here...for you."
His eyes avoid yours as he looks a little shy, then he grabs your suitcase and trails it behind him. Still holding on to your hand and you don't pull away. Don't utter a word, because this feels so right and for a brief moment you allow yourself to believe that maybe someday, this could be your new reality. With Chris by your side.
Just a cute little thing i've been thinking about all day.🥰
