hiii i think your requests are open at the moment and i really like you’re previous work, do you think you could write one about members going on tour and reader having a toxic friend that brings them down/makes them insecure and it’s only after a certain time that the members catch on and confront reader about it? if not i understand, thank you either way 💌
protect your peace.
・ρairing — bf!chan x fem!reader .ᐟ
・ ᧁenre / angst / comfort .
・ ꪮutline — you deal with a “friend” that’s been bringing you down lately, and chan notices.
・ ᭙arnings — kissing, weight mentions, crying, cringe, lmk if i missed anything .ᐟ
・᭙ordcount — 838 .
・ ꪖ/n — protect your peace .ᐟ
the hotel room’s quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. chan sits on the edge of the bed, laptop open, light from the screen soft against his tired face. his phone vibrates—your name lighting up the display.
he smiles instantly, the exhaustion in his shoulders melting a little.
“hey, baby,” he greets, voice warm and low. but your reply is soft—polite, almost practiced. “hey, chan.”
he pauses. something about the way you say his name feels different.
usually, you fill the space between his breaths—little laughs, stories about your day, teasing him about how he overworks himself. but lately, you’ve been… distant.
“how was your day?” he asks, watching your face through the camera. “it was fine,” you say, eyes flicking away. “just hung out with my friend for a bit.”
you try to smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. he notices that too—the same way he notices when one of the boys is having a rough day but won’t say it.
“which friend?” he asks gently.
you hesitate. “you remember hana?”
he does. the one who’s always making little “jokes” about your clothes, your looks, your relationship. the one you defend, saying she’s just blunt.
chan hums softly, trying not to let his worry slip into his tone. “yeah… how’d that go?”
“fine,” you repeat. “she just said i looked different lately. like… i’ve gained some weight or something.”
he watches you shrink into yourself as you say it.
“baby.” his voice is quiet—steady. “you know she shouldn’t be saying stuff like that, right?”
you wave it off. “it’s okay, she’s just honest.”
“honest doesn’t mean cruel.”
there’s silence. you look down, fiddling with your sleeve, and he knows he can’t push right now—not when he’s hundreds of miles away. so he just says softly,
“i wish i could hug you right now.”
and that’s how it goes for the rest of the tour—little pieces of you fading through the screen while he tries to keep smiling on stage.
when he finally gets home, the apartment feels different.
your laughter used to greet him at the door; now it’s quiet. he finds you sitting at the kitchen counter, scrolling through your phone, expression heavy. you look up when you hear him—and even though you try to smile, he sees the exhaustion in your eyes.
“hey,” you say softly.
he drops his bags and crosses the space in three long strides, wrapping you in his arms before you can even take a step. you melt against him instantly; your breath catching as you bury your face into his chest.
he exhales into your hair. “i missed you.”
“i missed you too.”
but he doesn’t let go. not yet.
he feels how tense you are—like your body’s forgotten how to rest. when you finally sit down together, he gently tilts your chin up.
“talk to me,” he says quietly. “what’s been happening?”
you try to brush it off again, but the concern in his eyes breaks you. the words tumble out—how hana comments have been getting worse, how she lcompares you to other people, makes you feel unworthy of him, says things like ‘you’re lucky he even wants you.’
and the whole time you’re speaking, chan’s expression changes. his lips press into a thin line, his eyes glisten, and his hand never leaves yours.
when you finish, his voice is soft—but there’s steel underneath. “that’s not a friend. that’s someone who doesn’t want to see you happy.”
you shake your head. “she didn’t mean it like that-” he stops you gently, squeezing your hand. “baby, stop protecting people who hurt you.”
you blink, startled. his tone isn’t angry—it’s protective, heart-deep. “you have such a big heart that you keep giving people the benefit of the doubt, even when they keep cutting you. but you don’t have to shrink yourself just to make someone else comfortable.”
tears spill over before you can stop them. he pulls you into his chest again, holding you like the world might fall apart if he lets go.
“i don’t like who i’ve been lately,” you whisper. “i feel so small.” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “you’re not small. you’re everything. and i hate that someone made you forget that.”
you feel his heartbeat against your ear—steady, grounding.
after a long moment, he murmurs,
“you don’t need to keep her in your life, okay? you don’t owe anyone access to your peace.” you nod slowly. “i know.”
“good.” he smiles faintly, brushing away your tears. “now, let’s delete her number together. then we’ll order takeout, watch something stupid, and i’ll remind you exactly how beautiful you are—inside and out.”
you laugh wetly, shaking your head. “you’re so dramatic.” he grins, dimples appearing. “only for you.”
that night, as you fall asleep against his chest, he strokes your hair and whispers, “you’re safe now. you’re loved. and anyone who tries to make you doubt that—they don’t get a second chance.”
and for the first time in weeks, you believe him.
・ ꪖ/n — thank you for the support & patience while i'll was changing my theme . loosely edited.
