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˚ · . summary best friends! y/n and chris cute moments, but there’s a twist at the end.
˚ · . content fluff, slight angst, bad writing :/
˚ · . word count 2876
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you can read part one here
Chris waited for the right moment to tell you he liked you. But he was also terrified of doing so. His commitment issues of being in a relationship are in the way again. Fortunately, that didn’t stop the two of you from acting like a couple. Which was very obvious to everyone else.
one
You and Chris had decided to stay inside for most of the day. Mostly because it had started pouring rain, but also because Matt and Nick had decided to go to target without the two of you. They didn’t want to disturb their brother and their best friend’s slumber.
“I really think those two will be together by the end of the week,” Nick spoke quietly as he and Matt climbed in the car.
“Wanna bet?” Matt challenged his brother. “$10”
Nick contemplated, sighing, “fine.”
Meanwhile you and Chris were still fast asleep tangled up in each other. You were the first one to wake up. You ended up scrolling on your phone for a while, admiring random instagram models, mindlessly scrolling on tiktok and liking a few edits of the triplets. Of course, you would never tell Chris you have a whole collection of edits just of him.
You heard shuffling behind you, a slight grumble of noises before you felt the bed shift. His arm wrapped around your torso. “What are you doing?” Chris mumbled, sleep still heavy in his voice.
You set your phone down, moving to flip yourself to face him. “Waiting for you to wake up, doofus,” you giggled. It only took Chris about thirty minutes to stir awake as your phone was buzzing with random tiktoks.
“I’m hungry,” he pouted.
“Well go to the kitchen, kiddo.”
“Only if you go with me,” he smiled at you.
You shook your head, laughing, “fine.”
The two of you entered the kitchen. Chris immediately went to the fridge, grabbing a pepsi. You had grabbed a box of pancake mix and a few ingredients to make them.
“Chris, I’m making pancakes, I don't care what you say,” you spoke up, grabbing a pan and a mixing bowl. He hummed in response. He grabbed his phone and sat in his chair at the table. You glanced over at him every now and then while you silently finished up the pancakes. You laughed quietly to yourself as you realized it was noon and you were making breakfast.
Approaching Chris with the freshly made pancakes, you put yours and his plate down, sitting beside him. You both ended up making small talk about a few things going on in both of your lives, not that there was much considering you do this everyday. But today felt odd, you could tell these past few days Chris had something on his mind, you just couldn’t piece it together.
“Y/n, I’ve been meaning to say something to you,” he spoke up after a few minutes of silence. You nodded at him, encouraging him to continue. “I don’t really know how to put this-”
There was a slam from the garage door downstairs. “Fuck,” you heard Chris mutter before standing up to put his dish in the sink. You observed him, curious what he wanted to say, but before you could say anything Matt and Nick walked up the steps and saw the two of you.
“Y/n!” Nick beamed, excited to see his best friend awake. You heard Chris sigh in the background as Nick walked over to show you what he had bought. You decided to let go of the topic beforehand and engage with Nick’s ranting, nodding every few times.
two
You two had slept together once again. His arm loosely wrapped around your waist as he was cuddled up behind you. The only thing he wore were his black boxers. You had ended up wearing a cute pajama set that included shorts (maybe a little too small, but Chris didn’t mind… he actually loved it) and a tank top. The night before was pretty rough for you, considering you felt your mental health deteriorating. The only thing on your mind was sleep. You entered Chris’ room before he did, as he was still watching a movie with his brothers upstairs. You had said your goodnights and nodded at Chris as he looked at you, as if he was asking if you would be in his room or not. You quickly finished getting ready before slipping into the bed. Chris had entered the room, grinning softly at your figure as he shuffled beside you and closing his eyes, letting sleep engulf him.
The door slightly opened as Nick had come down to wake the two of you up. He was greeted with two figures sleeping peacefully as a spot of sunlight attempted to peek into the room. Chris had shuffled in his slumber a few too many times and somehow ended up fully entrapping you in his arms. Nick shook his head before speaking, “Kids, it’s time to get up.”
You heard Chris hum behind you, his hold on your waist tightening.
“Mmm,” you heard Chris mumble. You had slightly moved your head, barely opening your eyes. Meeting Nick’s as he shook his head at you two. Your lips parted, a toothy grin meeting the older triplet. Your eyes fell onto him, shrugging as the two of you heard Chris whine behind you. Nick ended up leaving the two of you in bed, assuming you’d get out of bed and come upstairs soon. You flopped onto your back, Chris mumbling something under his breath.
“Did you sleep okay?” you heard him from beside you. You looked over at his figure, laying on his stomach with his arms under the pillow. His bare back in view. You smiled at him, nodding, reaching out and moving his fluffy hair out of his face.
“Did you?” you asked him. He nodded, his face smushed into the pillow. You giggled, before removing the sheets off of you. The cold air hitting your skin as you shuffled out of bed. Unbeknownst to you, Chris smiled at your figure while you shuffled through a few of the clothes you had in his closet. He decided to stand up and walk over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His chin resting on your shoulder, you could feel his breath hitting your neck softly.
“Hi,” you breathed. He hummed in acknowledgement, deciding not to speak. You sighed, not ready to take on the day.
“Hey, we can just take it slow today,” he hummed from behind you. He knew you have been struggling recently. Only a couple days ago, he arrived at your apartment only to notice how untidy it was. The kitchen sink was overflowing with dishes, your bedroom had a bunch of clothes on the floor and your laundry basket was overflowing even more. His heart ached, knowing this happened many times before, but he knew this time. This time he was there to help you pick up the pieces. You tried to shut him out, to not let anyone see you like this. But he forced his way into your life when this happened. And everytime you got out of the rut, you appreciated Chris even more. He helped you, asking if you wanted to sleep over at their house for a few days. A few days turned into a whole week. While you were asleep one morning, Chris woke up early just to arrive at your apartment and cleaned it without you knowing. He knew you wouldn’t have any motivation to do it, so he did it for you, without you having to ask. He came back that morning, grinning at your sleeping figure. He knew the past few nights were restless and his heart ached every time he saw your figure. You spent the past few days zoned out, no emotions spread on your face like it normally did. You’d cry yourself to sleep if you had it in you.
You felt Chris’ hands move up your arms, in a comforting motion, bringing you back to reality. You sighed heavily, “okay.”
three
The two of you had agreed to go to a tarayummy party, along with Nick. You were in the midst of a conversation with Tara, Chris had decided to stay near you, considering he knew how nervous you got at parties like this. Matt had stayed at home, reasonably.
Chris stood behind you, his arms engulfing your neck. Both arms wrapped around your shoulders and intertwined together in front of your neck, resting loosely. Your hands instinctively reached up to loosely hold his arms. You glanced behind you, smiling at the action. Tara approached the three of you, as Nick stood idly by you and Chris.
“Hey guys!” she happily remarked. You smiled at her.
“Hey girl,” Chris shouted over the music. “Enjoying the party?” He asked, smirking at the girl’s figure holding a glass of some type of alcohol. You giggled at the sight, grabbing the glass from the girl, examining it. You motioned at the girl asking if you could have a sip. Tara nodded, giggling and smirking.
“Holy fuck, what even is this?” You shouted, handing the girl back her glass, coughing slightly.
“I don’t even know, Jake gave it to me,” she shrugged. You nodded, swallowing the thick liquor. You felt a hand at your side, looking back and remembering that Chris stood behind you. His hand now squeezes your waist, comforting you as you swallow the liquor.
You heard Nick yelling something to Tara, something about how many people were actually here or something.
“You okay?” Chris spoke up, looking at you still grimacing at the liquid you just swallowed. All you did was nod, but your face said otherwise. A look of disgust still written all over.
“God, never let me drink from Tara ever again,” you laughed. He smirked at your reaction.
“Here, have some of this,” he handed you his cup of pepsi. You grabbed the cup, sipping the liquid.
“Oh god, I think I might throw up,” you held up your hand to your mouth, covering it before anything could come out. Chris laughed at your outburst, but concern was still etched all over his face. You looked at him, a smile across your face as you swallowed.
four
Another party of Tara’s and you came to the party with all three of the boys this time. Matt felt up to the party, surprisingly. The four of you walked through the doorway, seeing Tara in her natural habitat. She had on a sparkly silver dress, one that you’ve definitely seen her wear before. You glanced down at your outfit, a nicely-fitted black dress that hugged all the right curves on your body. You tilted your head up, immediately making eye contact with Chris.
“You look amazing, Y/n,” he smiled at you.
“Thank you,” your cheeks flushed, nervously shifting your weight. Tonight felt different. You felt something change between you and Chris, as if Chris had something to say. Something just felt different and you didn’t know how to react to it. Pushing the thought to the side, you walked over to Tara, leaving Chris with his brothers, who was downing two shots in one go.
“Hey girl, what are we drinking tonight?” You asked her, looking at the shot glasses.
“Vodka for tonight,” she beamed at you. You felt a figure come up behind you, assuming it was Chris, you turned around, smiling. But you come face to face with a blonde haired guy. His arms were buff and his chest was close to your face.
“Oh, um, hi,” you spoke quietly, but loudly enough for him to hear over the music blasting in the background.
“Hey, pretty girl, did you come here alone?” He smirked, shifting his body closer to yours.
“Uh no, I didn’t-”
“Wanna dance?” He asked, shouting over the music. Your mind thought of Chris but you pushed it aside once you glanced at him with his brothers. Tara had already left the two of you as she had rounds of people to greet. You nodded, shrugging as you thought nothing of it. You quickly downed the shot that Tara gave you before placing the shot glass down on the table and following the guy to the dance floor. Unbeknownst to you, Chris watched intently at the interaction between you and this random guy he’s never seen before. Chris’ jaw clenched as he watched the guy grab your waist as you danced in front of him. He didn’t know why he began feeling like this. You weren’t even his girlfriend, but he couldn’t imagine you being with anyone else. Almost as if his need for you accelerated beyond belief, he stood up from the booth he sat in with his brothers and a few friends. Their gaze immediately fell on his figure, rage radiating off of him.
“Woah, Chris, are you okay?” Nick spoke up as he exchanged looks at Matt.
“Fine,” he clenched his teeth, seething with rage. Before either one of his brothers could say anything, Chris was already stomping past the bodies at the party, his gaze falling on the two of you. The guy barely realized what was happening before he was being shoved to the side.
“What the fuck?” You yelled at Chris, seeing his chest heaving up and down. You could tell something was wrong.
“Fuck off,” he shoved the guy away from you. You watched, eyes widening at his outburst.
“Chris, what the fuck is wrong with you?” You shouted. All you heard was a huff escape his lips, before he grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the man. You shot an apologetic look at the boy before you were no longer able to see him. Chris had taken you outside on the patio where a few people were. Most of them looked like they had a drink in hand or a blunt. You shook your head at the sight but were quickly brought back to reality when Chris smashed his lips on yours. Almost possessively, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your lips molded with his, the passion radiating off his lips heavily. You pulled away quickly, a look of confusion etched on your face.
“What was that?” you asked.
He looked at you, “I like you, y/n.”
You stared at him in disbelief.
“I’m serious. Like I really like you. So much. I can’t get you off my mind. I want to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep lying next to you in my bed every night. I want to be able to call you mine, y/n. I love you, y/n. I love you so much, it consumes me everyday. I know I’ve said I don’t think I could ever find a girlfriend or a girl in general that could sweep me off my feet. But I did. I found you and you’re not just my best friend. I love you, y/n. ”
Your mouth opened and closed a few times, unable to form words. He watched you with unease, unable to read your expression. Your shoulders dropped, your eyes softening as you reached your hand up to his cheek, caressing it, before leaning up and colliding your lips once again.
“I love you, too, Chris.”
The two of you spent the rest of the party side by side. A newfound love radiating off of you both. Nick and Matt both questioned you when Chris dragged you back inside, hand in hand. But something was off.
“Um, did we like, miss something?” Nick piped up. Chris spent a few minutes explaining, but his hands never left your waist.
“I fucking knew it, Matt give it to me,” Nick motioned his hand out to Matt’s. Matt huffed before grabbing his wallet out of his pocket and pulling out a ten dollar bill.
“Did you guys bet on this?” you spoke up. They both nodded, smiling cheekily.
“You bastards!” you gasped, but you couldn’t help but smile.
bonus
It was the morning after Tarayummy’s party. Chris had spent all night showing his love to you. The two of you spoke about everything, from how scared Chris was about commitment to how lucky you were to have him. You both declared your love for each other that night.
The birds were chirping softly in the background. You felt a weight behind you shift, Chris mumbling something under his tongue as his eyes fluttered open. You shifted yourself to turn around facing him.
“Hi,” you spoke softly, a smile across your face. You watched as his lips turned upwards, his gaze falling on your face.
“Hi,” he grumbled, his morning voice evident. You felt his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his figure. You giggled, before speaking up.“How did you sleep?”
All you heard was a hum before he smothered his face in your neck. Chris couldn’t help but inhale your familiar scent. His arm tightening around your waist. You felt his lips on your neck, placing soft kisses all over. You hummed, content with this gesture. You could wake up to this every morning.
a knock on their door had shifted their attention from the television. matt stood up from his place on the couch, considering he sat closer to the door. his steps echoed throughout the house as he climbed down the stairs to the garage. as he opened the door, your figure appeared in the darkness. he could sense there was something off about your demeanor.
“he broke up with me,” you sniffed. his shoulders slumped, immediately grabbing your shoulders and pulling you towards his body. his arms wrap around your figure in a tight embrace. he knew this was gonna happen. he never liked your boyfriend. your boyfriend was a stubborn and selfish man who only liked having you around to prove to everyone else he was a good person. but in closed doors, he was nothing but cold to you. matt knew this, having had to pick you up from his apartment complex, only to find you drowning in your own tears. of course this gesture between you and matt only made your boyfriend despise you even more. knowing that deep down you were no longer his, long gone, heart belonged to another man for months. he finally broke it off with you.
“why?” matt feigned concern, but deep down he was beyond relieved you were finally rid of him. he wouldn’t try to make a move on you, knowing that was probably the most toxic thing he could ever do. but that doesn’t mean he can’t be there for you, especially when you need him now more than ever.
“he- he said he couldn’t handle being with a girl who wasn’t even in love with him,” your voice laced with hurt. even if you knew he was right, your heart belonged to someone else, you couldn’t help but deny. you knew you were in love with matt for years, but you always subsided these emotions because you never wanted to change the dynamic between the two of you. as if it could shatter both of your worlds.
“hey, is that y/n?” you heard nick ask from upstairs.
“yeah, but i don’t think she wants to talk much,” matt stated, his arms still wrapped around your shoulders in a heavy embrace. his heart pounding as he took in your scent. your hair slightly wet after coming here in the rain. “do you want to go upstairs?” he asked softly, only coming out as a whisper, scared if he spoke any louder, it would shatter you into a million pieces. you nodded in his chest, arms removing themselves from around his body. you watched as matt held out his hand for you to grab.
as you intertwined your hands, the two of you walked up the stairs to see both chris and nick on the couch. you could tell they were worried when they noticed your tearful expression.
“here, come here,” matt spoke softly to you. he walked the two of you to the couch beside nick, where he originally sat. his arms opened, as if asking you to sit with him. you walked over to him, sitting next to him as his arms wrapped around you once again. you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, matt had shifted your legs over his thighs. his hand behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, while the other sat on the top of your thigh. he rubbed your thigh back and forth comfortingly.
“do you want to talk about it?” you hear chris speak up finally. but before you could get a word out, you let out a sob, shaking your head. you were afraid if you spoke anymore, your voice would betray you.
“that’s alright,” matt spoke softly. he pulled you into his chest slightly. “we’re here for you, y/n.”
you smiled softly at his statement. you were glad you had three amazing friends who would comfort you after something like heartbreak. but what you wanted to know was why it didn’t feel like heartbreak.
“yeah, you’re free to stay over as long as you need to, okay?” nick said. he approached you, rubbing your shoulder before stating he needed to go edit for a little bit. you knew he would end up staying in his room and falling asleep right after.
“it’s late, we should all go to bed, where are you going to sleep, y/n?” chris asked. normally you would sleep with nick, as you thought sleeping with matt would be too weird. you would sometimes sleep with chris, if you were sleeping over and he needed someone to sleep with. considering his brothers were tired and wanted to sleep alone, you never complained. but tonight, something felt right with matt. he just brought comfort wherever he was.
“matt’s,” was all you said. matt looked at you, his eyes scanning yours. he knows that you don’t normally sleep with him unless necessary for either one of you. you have previously stayed with him before. when either one of you needed someone to talk to. matt walked the two of you to his room as you parted ways from nick and chris, waving goodnight to both of them.
as matt opened his door, you slowly walked over to his bed. you sat at the edge of his bed as you watched him situate everything in his room. you watched him lay on his bed, before opening his arms for you to lay on him. you crawled over to his figure on his bed, laying your body slightly on his chest. your chest moving up and down softly as he began whispering sweet nothings.
“everything will be okay.”
“you deserve better than him.”
“i’m here for you.”
you shook your head slightly, unable to believe him. “how am i supposed to move on from this?”
“with me,” matt stated, moving aside a few strands that were in your face. your gaze fell on him, a look of pure admiration written on your face. you didn’t know what to say. “with us.”
he reached up, his fingers grazing your tear stained cheeks, wiping any remaining tears. his eyes flickered to your lips, hesitantly leaning down before his lips crashed onto yours. his lips molding with yours fervently. his hands slipped past your shoulders, landing on your waist. pulling you closer as pulled his lips away from yours. your eyes fluttered open, your gaze falling onto his face.
“i know it’s too soon, but i love you, y/n.”
“i love you, too, matt. i’ve always loved you. it’s always been you.”
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[4:57am] his eyes fluttered open. his gaze falling onto your figure in the darkness. his lips curve upward as he watches your chest move up and down. his thoughts going back to when you first met. he watched you from afar as you hurriedly shuffled into your seat. you had switched history classes after being put in the wrong class. you glanced around from your seat, trying to scan if anyone was still watching you. your eyes fell onto his. your cheeks flushing, embarrassed to make a scene in your new class. your professor nodding his head towards you, acknowledging your presence. your chest heaving from sprinting to make it on time. he sat only a few seats away from you. his lips curled upwards as you shuffled to take out your notebook and pens. his soft smile was unnoticed by you as you looked at your professor ready to take notes.
“baby?” sumin heard a soft voice.
“hey,” he turned to your figure in the night.
“what are you doing up?” you asked.
“couldn’t sleep,” he spoke.
“what were you thinking about?” you questioned.
“you,” he answered, rubbing your arm up and down as you both lay facing each other. your cheeks reddening slightly, as you smiled.
“me?” your head moving slightly. “what about me?” you asked.
“the first time i saw you,” he responded, leaning over to place kisses all over your arm. his hand and his mouth now on your arm. “i fell in love with you at that moment, i already knew it.”
note: sorry it’s so short and simple, i just wanted to write for sumin really quickly :)
[1:31am] his hands were exploring everywhere on your body. he never had any sexual intentions. he just loved touching your body. which includes your thighs. god this man loved your thighs, almost religiously. tonight was his normal exploration. but it felt different tonight. his eyes were so full of admiration, staring at every part his hands were holding. sumin's hands ended up at your thighs once again.
"beautiful," he spoke softly. his fingers starting to trace random figures on your thighs while he lays in between you.
"hm?" your voice coming out as a whisper. the moment too comfortable to speak louder. his fingers slightly tickling your thighs as he draws random things. you felt his fingers start to draw letters.
'm' was the first letter. you contemplated what he could be writing on your thighs. you smiled, finding this action cute.
'i' was the next. thinking of the what was next but not wanting to spoil his thought. your heart already fluttering. he shifted his weight and began writing the next letters.
'n' he kissed your thigh, his right arm wrapped around your thigh for a moment before letting go. he felt as if he could burst, his love for you was beyond words. your smile growing even wider as you felt his lips where he was previously tracing letters.
'e' he moved up your body to finally kiss you on the lips. his soft lips crashing onto yours passionately.
"i love you, y/n." he spoke. "you're mine."
your heart pounding, "i love you too, choi sumin."
the biggest grin on his face appeared when you confessed. he leaned in, his lips smashing onto yours once again. this one with more passion, if that was even possible
note: i was listening to "guilty as sin? by taylor swift" and i based this blurb off of the lyrics "what if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh." i havent written a fic in years so please bare with me. it's also 1am so if there is anything that doesnt make sense... im sorry lol
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