— in which you and chan has a seven year old daughter that you are co-parenting with. arin sets a mission and a goal to make the two of you get back together by doing all silly stuffs especially with her dada because she wanted her family full again. ss contains: 20 photos
@stryscribbles loveeee. Happy (late) birthday! this is for you, i hope you liked it and i'm sorry the lateness💕 here's to many more!🎉
Do You Meant It? - BC
Pairings: Chan x Reader. Established Relationship
Warnings: Fight. Chan is an ass at the beggining before he realizes he f-ed up. curse words.
Summary: “Do you know you can count on me for anything?” No, you don’t. When you needed him, he yelled at you. Now, Chan is trying to make up for what he broke.
“Do you know you can count on me for anything?” Chan had once said, you smiled at him
“I don't want to bother you with my problems” You had said, your hands on his wrists
“Your problems are mine, you're my partner, I want to help you on these things”
“Only if you do the same” You looked up at him, resting your head on his chest
Your mind went back to that memory of him, his words back then were different to what he was saying now.
“Listen to me, I have a comeback to finish preparing, I have songs to finish writing, I have daily meetings, dance and singing rehearsals; and you’re just getting in the way, you understand?” His voice raised “I've got a lot on my plate, and you just won't stop nitpicking! If it's not red, it's blue. You complain when it's sunny, and you complain when it rains. If you don't eat this, or if you eat that! I can't take it anymore! Everything that comes out of your mouth is nonsense, and I don't want to listen to you right now!”
“Nonsense?” You replied, hands together and voice cracking up, you were starting to see blurry because of the tears “I'm just telling you how bad I'm having it now at work, Chan. Plus my studies. I'm tired”
“Well, guess what? We all are tired. It's not just you, don't feel too special about it, ‘kay?” He grabbed his gym bag “gosh, I don't need all of this” he murmured
And he left without giving you a proper goodbye.
If he thought your problems were a nuisance, well, you’d do as he asked. You wouldn’t say another word to him about it.
You cried like never before, until you fell asleep on the sofa; Chris still hadn’t come home.
And after that day, you never acted the same way around him again.
When he asked you about your day, you gave short, vague answers. You could tell he wanted to keep the conversation going, but your mind kept drifting back to that night.
"Anything new happened at work today?"
"No, nothing new."
"How are things going with Professor Kim?"
"Just the usual, he's still sending loads of homework"
"Hey, what do you think of this?"
"It looks great."
Everyone could tell. You’d become withdrawn and a little insecure. Not just with Chan, but with your friends and some of your relatives, too.
You felt like a burden. Until that day came.
“Come on, Y/N.” One of your classmates and close friends, Si-woo, came over to you in the library. "We're working on this project together, and the one thing we're not doing is talking about what we need to do. Don’t avoid me.”
“I told you you’d do your part and I’d do mine.”
“But I have a question about something. Can you help me?” You sighed.
“What’s up?” Si-woo smiled as he moved closer to you, his notebook already open and his highlighters in hand.
Between jokes and studying, Siwoo managed to get more than five words out of you.
Something no one had managed to do in the last three weeks.
“Tomorrow. Same place, same time?” he asked, and after a few minutes of thinking it over, you nodded.
“That sounds good.”
And just as he said, the next day, Siwoo was sitting at the table in the corner, with two cups of coffee on it and his head buried in a literature book.
“How far have you gotten?” you asked, sitting down next to him.
“Well, I’ve found several references we can use to support our argument. I think it might be good.”
“Let’s see,” you said.
“Before we start,” he said, grabbing a cup and handing it to you, "Black. Two sugars. I didn’t know if you liked it any other way.”
“With milk and three sugars. But this is fine; I need to stay awake as long as possible.” You both laughed.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
You took a sip, nodding. “Come on, let’s get started—we’ve got a lot to do.”
And while Siwoo was tearing down those walls you’d built, little by little and without even realizing it.
Chan was a mess and didn’t know what else to do.
You accepted his invitations; you accepted his caresses, you accepted his kisses, but it was as if you weren’t fully there.
When he tried to bring up the subject, you deflected him, you grew cold, your posture stiffened, and you tried to leave or change the subject.
“What are you laughing at, gorgeous?” He asked with a small smile happy to see you smile finally after these past weeks
As soon as you heard his voice, your smile slowly disappeared “Oh, it’s nothing” You shook your head slowly “Just a texting with a friend”
“Rina?”
You shook your head “Not sure if you remember him, his name’s Siwoo”
“Don’t think I’ve met him before”
“He’s nice” You said “We’re doing a project together so yeah”
But what hurt him the most was seeing you smile and laugh heartily at your phone. Whatever it was— or someone —was making you happier than he had in recent days.
And it hurt him. Of course it did.
“I don't know what to do,” he said one day, lying on the floor of the practice room.
“I don't know what to tell you, Chan,” Minho replied, breathing heavily. “She hasn't talked to me about anything either. I sent her a photo of SongDongDori a few days ago, and she left it unread.”
“And she loves getting SongDongDori pictures, we know that” Felix said fixing his cap
“Kkami is her favorite”
“You wish. We know Bbama is her baby”
“Guys” Chan asked, his voice sounded fragile, almost breathless. He sighed.
“Think about everything for a second, Hyung” Jeongin said from the corner of the room, eyes never leaving his phone. “Since when has she been like this?”
Chan’s mind immediately went back four weeks
However, he couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact night. He shook his head.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this at work—they were in the middle of a rehearsal, for God’s sake. But the guys could see that something was eating away at their leader; he wasn’t his usual self.
And it hurt them to see him like this. They knew Chan would do everything he could to stay strong in front of them, but they wanted to let him know that if he fell, they were there to catch him.
“I don't know,” he admitted, running his hands through his hair.
“Come on, it could have been something,” Changbin said. “A message. Something you forgot. An argument.”
An argument? You haven't had any arguments lately.
Not since that time when—
It suddenly clicked in his mind.
Not since that time when he yelled at you for telling him about your problems.
“Shit” He murmured getting up “Guys, I-”
“I’ll take it from here and let you know” Minho said nodding “Go”
Chan grabbed his things and left the practice room. His thoughts were racing at 100 miles an hour.
Now he understood why you had acted the way you did. He felt like a piece of trash making you feel that way. He knew your insecurities, he knew your fears, and he used them against you on a day of desperation when everything was going wrong for him.
Meanwhile, you were laughing with Siwoo in your living room; homework already done; you made some coffee for the two of you and Siwoo brought some cookies
“Who would have thought, Y/L/N? You’re back to your old self again.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re laughing again, you’re joking again, you’re being yourself again.”
“Well, you’ve helped me a lot with that, Siwoo.”
“Don’t let anyone bring you down, girl.” You sighed and took a sip of your coffee
“I just don’t want to burden anyone” You said softly not knowing someone else was inside the house
“You’re not a burden” Siwoo said shaking his head "I'm not sure who made you believe that, but they're idiots," you chuckled a little.
"Please," you said.
"All right, all right," he raised his hands but soon dropped them "I know how much it hurt you when he said that to you. Thank you for trusting me and letting me and the lads in once again." You smiled
Two weeks ago you started hanging out with your friends once again. Of course they asked you what had happened to you, and when you plucked up the courage to tell them, most of them weren’t exactly happy that your boyfriend had treated you like that
“How about a rematch on Just Dance?" He said changing the subject
"Now?" He nodded. "Come on, let's go! You won’t beat me.” You laughed, finished the last of your drink and cleared away the cups you’d used.
As you entered the kitchen, you saw Chan sitting in one of the chairs, looking towards the living room.
“Oh! You’re here,” you said, surprised. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yeah, I’ve only been here a few minutes.”
"Oh, I see," you said. "How was training today?"
"I wasn't feeling well, so I decided to come home”
Your eyes widened, your hand instantly went to his forehead “You don’t have any fever” You said “What are you feeling, baby?”
Chan shook his head “Headache” He rested his head in your palm
“Do you want me to prepare something for you?” You asked softly
“Y/N, everything’s set up!” Siwoo’s voice rang across the department
“You’re busy” He said sighing “I’ll be fine, I’ll take a shower and lay down for a bit”
“I’ll prepare you something quick” You said, Chan shook his head
“I’m okay” He kissed you on the forehead and left the kitchen.
You sighed and, without paying him any mind, decided to put some water on to boil so you could make him a hot milk shake. It had been a long time since you’d seen Chan looking as downcast as he did at that moment.
If you pictured his face in your mind, you’d notice that his nose was red, his eyes were a little teary, and his voice was breaking.
What could have happened to him?
Your heart felt heavy.
"Y/N!" Siwoo came into the kitchen. "Earth calling Y/N," he snapped his fingers in front of your face. You blinked and looked at him.
"What's going on?" you asked.
"That's what I'd like to ask you. I got here and you were zoned out," he made a gesture that made you laugh.
"I was thinking about something."
"Everything okay?"
"I think so," you said. "Chan arrived; he didn’t look too good."
"Mhm," Siwoo said. "Did he say anything to you?" You shook your head.
"No." You looked at the water, which was starting to come to a boil. "Let me take this to him and I’ll be right back."
"If you want, I can leave," He said, you shook your head once again
"I think he'd better calm down a bit”
Siwoo nodded. "I'll warm up then," he said, and you laughed.
"Are you really that bad that you need to warm up?"
"It's not that I'm bad! It's just that I get cramps afterward. Age catches up with you." You laughed loudly at the last part
“Go, warm up old man” You said between laughs
Siwoo left the kitchen laughing, and once again you were alone.
The water was ready; you took out a cup, some milk, a little cinnamon, and honey.
You carefully made him some milk tea and carried it up to your room on a small tray.
You knocked twice and opened the door.
Your heart broke.
There was Chan, fresh out of the shower, wearing sweatpants and no shirt. He was lying face down on the bed, his arms clutching your pillow tightly, his phone resting on the headboard watching something
Small sobs escaped his lips, and every now and then he sniffled. He was crying.
"Oh, Chris." You closed the door, lay down beside him, the cup on his nightstand. "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry," he said. "I was a complete idiot."
“Come on, I don’t get it, Chris. What happened?” Your arms wrapped around his body, your chin resting on his neck, you looked at his phone; photos of the two of you together were on the screen
It was the first time you’d made physical contact with him in five weeks.
When he felt your touch, he cried a little more
"I promised myself I'd never hurt you. And that was the first thing I did." You sighed, hearing him. "You've been acting differently toward everyone, all because of me and my stupid mistakes."
"I know I don't deserve forgiveness this quickly, but it hurts to know that I brought one of your biggest insecurities to life." He turned slowly, you and him were face to face.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it. I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. I'm sorry I said all those things—they're lies! I'm so sorry you've changed with everyone."
"You hurt me, Chan," you began.
"I know I did," you wiped away his tears, and he closed his eyes.
"I spent weeks bottling up everything I was feeling," you told him.
"Words can't even begin to express how sorry I am for that," he whispered.
"I understand your workload; you’re the leader, the oldest—everyone expects the best from you, and everyone turns to you when there’s a problem." Your hand ran through his hair. "I admire you so much, but you need to draw a line between when you’re at work and when you’re at home," you said. "We can talk about everything that happens to you—the good and, above all, the bad. We’re a team, Chan."
"But as much as I love you, I’m not just someone you can yell at every time you’re frustrated, much less play with my insecurities just like that."
"I know. I know you deserve so much better. Believe me, seeing you laugh with other people and realizing how distant you were with me made me feel terrible. I felt like I failed as a partner."
"You haven’t failed," you assured him. "You messed up a little, yes," you said, "but you realized your mistake and you’ve started to make amends." Chan smiled. "Don’t think you’re completely off the hook."
"I know I’m not," he said, "but I’ll work to erase those words from your heart."
You nodded.
"I brought you some hot milk," you said, nodding toward the cup.
"You didn’t have to."
"Just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean I’ve stopped caring about you." You planted a kiss on his cheek. "Come on, drink it." You stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"I’m going to get you some acetaminophen."
"No, don’t go."
"But Chan—"
"Trust me, I’m already feeling a little better," he said, sniffling. "With the milk, I’ll feel even better."
You sighed, sitting back down on the bed. You looked into his eyes and smiled slowly.
"Can we cuddle for a bit?"
"I can’t stay long. Siwoo is downstairs waiting."
"Just while I drink the milk?" You looked at him. "I know I’m not forgiven yet; I know I have to earn it. But I missed you so much these past few weeks.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Chan laughed.
You positioned yourself behind him; Chan turned slightly to the side, his face buried in your chest, one of his arms around your waist, while yours were around his shoulders. One hand in his hair and the other on his arm.
You stayed like that for a few minutes; you saw Chan stretch out his arm, setting the cup on the nightstand.
“Better?” He nodded without saying anything else.
You watched his eyes begin to close, his cheeks red, and his grip on you tightened slightly.
You smiled.
You grabbed your phone and opened the messaging app
—Siwoo
Before you could send another message, three more came in
—I'm gone now. Don't worry
—Hope you’ve worked everything out
—Rematch next Friday
You laughed and set the phone aside. After planting a kiss on Chan’s hair, you settled in slowly.
POV Bang Chan has been busy and isn’t able to spend time with you and your family on 4th of July. And you are disappointed and miss him so much bc you want him to make you feel better. So you and him text each other because he misses you so much.
Warnings: Ass (👀👀),swearing?,misspelling and I think that’s it,let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: IM BACKKKK! (Please clap😅✌️) After months or weeks idk I’m finally posting again with a new theme but same old content! I’m gonna try to at least post once a week but no promises!
Warnings: misspelled words,hospitals,needles,cast,swearing and I think that’s it,let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: I had time and energy so I made a post🤗🤗 I got I inspiration from @pvppymin from her oomf series where seugmin’s girl gets hit by a car so ALL credits goes to @pvppymin,send her love!
• conatins → pet names fingering pinv reader is a virgin size kink slight dacryphillia . 𓏲ּ𝄢
• 𝄞 𓍢ִ 𝒹om!chan ❤︎ 𝒻em!reader ༘⋆
in which 𓂃 channie takes your virginity.
what started as a movie night at chan’s dorm turned into both of you making out on his bed with his hands grip your waist as you straddle him. your hands are in his hair, fingers running through his soft curls while he groans at the feeling.
he flips you over, letting your back hit the mattress with a soft thud as he starts to take of his clothes. you begin to do the same when you pause, “wait, i—i’ve never done this before.”
chan takes off his shirt and freezes at your words, fingers hooked at the waistband of his sweats. he looks up at you with wide eyes.
you hesitate to look up at him, but you do. you quickly look back down at your hands.
he takes a step towards you and grabs your chin between his fingers to tilt your head upwards to look at him.
“hey, it’s okay, i’ll take care of you.” he says, “just—are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.
you nod. you’ve had the biggest crush on him for years, theres no way you wouldn’t do this.
he smiles, leaves a small peck on your lips, and moves to take off his pants—and boxers—in one swift motion.
your eyes widen at the sight of his semi-hard cock. chan chuckles, he can feel heat creeping up his neck.
you don’t want to make him wait any longer, so you take your shirt and shorts off. this leaves you in your underwear and bra, so you take those off too, letting them fall to the ground beside you.
when you both are done undressing, chan lays you on your back and settles between your legs.
“‘m gonna loosen you up, okay?” his warm hands separate your thighs further and he looks at you for approval. you nod.
you whimper when he sinks a finger into your heat. he slowly moves in and out before adding another finger.
“ffuck,” you whine, legs threatening to close but chan’s big hands keep them in place.
he curls both digits before taking them out. he sucks them clean and nudges the tip of his cock at your entrance. you didn’t even notice him put the condom on, too dazed to even think.
“ready?” he asks.
you nod, chest already heaving.
“words, baby.”
“fuck me, channie,” you whine.
he moans at your words and slowly pushes in. when he bottoms out, he pulls you flush against him. chest to chest.
“gonna move, ‘kay?” his voice is hoarse and he’s trying so hard to control himself from fucking you into the mattress.
you nod rapidly and throw your head back into the pillows when he pulls out halfway and pushes back in. he does this a couple of times before slamming into you without warning. you whine at the feeling and your hands fly to grip his biceps.
“fuck—sorry, you just feel so good, baby,” he says.
he sets a good pace and rubs your clit with his thumb, he can feel you clentching around his length. your warm walls wrapped around him feel so good.
“channiiee, so big,” you moan, arching your back into his chest, “sso good, ‘m gonna—hah—” his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.
chan looks down at himself going in and out of you and whimpers, hips stuttering.
he fucking whimpers.
your gummy walls tighten and you feel heat pooling low in your tummy. “i’m—g-gonna cum!” you cry, tears falling down your cheeks.
you both moan as you cum around him. pussy clenching as he buries his cock inside of you, releasing into the condom.
he pulls out and his body goes limp beside yours. both your chests heave, your thighs tremble.
“i’m gonna, uh, get a towel,” he says, running over to the bathroom. he comes back with a wet cloth and a fresh bundle of clothing.
after he wipes you an himself down, he tosses the cloth into the sink and runs back over to help you put the clothes on. its a pretty big shirt, the short sleeves are long on you and the shorts he gives you go down just past your knees. they smell like him.
once both of you are fully clothed, he lays down on the bed and you follow, burying your face into his chest. a long breath leaves your nose.
his arms wrap around your waist and he kisses the top of your head.
“good first time?” he asks.
you yawn and bury your face into his neck instead.
fratboy!chan, who notices the way you feel nervous around people, continuously asking if you’re okay.
fratboy!chan, who always sticks close to you at parties that you never really wanted to attend. occasionally grabbing your wrist to pull you away from nearly bumping into someone.
fratboy!chan, who calls you over to sit with him and his friends, eventually splitting from the group to hang out solo with you.
fratboy!chan, who loves to show you his piercings, rings, and collection of caps.
fratboy!chan, who asks you to help him with his homework when in reality he just wants to look at you..
fratboy!chan, who’s an absolute sweetheart when he’s around you that even his friends are shocked.
fratboy!chan, who pretends to be toughest when watching a horror movie so that you feel safe, but flinches at every jumpscare.
