#143

[calleido]

[recallamagicheart]

i dont know im just really worried about you you keep staying up late just to do more school work

It's important, okay? You don't have to worry about me, dragon

OF COURSE IM WORRIED ABOUT YOU please get some rest you couldnt seem to pay attention in class today either

I'm used to this, really >_>

[channieschocco]

Never Alone (2) ~ Bangchan

Part 1 Part 2

✦ Synopsis: You're in the big city to finally see your first skz concert, and after you run into Bangchan, who is staying in the very same hotel as you, he invites you to spend time with him in his hotel room after the show.

✦ Word count: 2.1k

✦ Genres: Fluff, romance

✦ A little writer's note: I want to start by giving you all a HUGE APOLOGY because this fic was supposed to come out literal months ago. I've been the busiest I've ever been in my life and barely had enough time to sleep recently, so this fic has been put off for a bit. However, I felt super inspired last night to finish it up and post it, so here you go! If you have any ideas, requests, comments or anything at all, feel free to comment or send me an ask!! I hope you like the second part of my first series and enjoyyyy<3

The several lit candles around the hotel living room threw a flickering yet soothing light across the space, gently dancing over the walls and providing little scent from the few fragrant ones Chan had tried so hard to perfectly choose. When you glanced through the doorway to the room, your heart had gently clenched and you grinned. Not only because he was there, but because had set up such an appealing atmosphere for you.

“Cheesy,” you teased, stepping into the room, Chan behind you.

“I like candles,” he answered softly, the tips of his ears turning ever so slightly red, his hand on the back of his neck.

You turned around to face him and stepped closer, noticing the way he averted his gaze at your sight. “Aww,” you hummed. “I never really thought of you as the candle type.”

He scoffed. “They’re romantic, I’m romantic…it’s a perfect match, y’know?” He laughed, the contagious one that typically slipped out when his members were being fools or when he wanted to joke about something he previously said; the laugh that tickled stay’s mind in all the best places was the one you had the privilege of hearing right before you.

“Uh, we might as well sit,” Chan suggested, gesturing over to the couch once his laughter died down and the room fell silent.

“Right,” you agreed, striding across the room. 

You didn’t want to have to feel so awkward, but you don’t exactly get to meet the one person you idolize the most every day, let alone be invited to his hotel room, where it was romantically (?) decorated with candles. 

You plopped down on basically the exact opposite side of the couch of where Chan sat and he laughed. “You don’t have to sit all the way over there.”

You cringed. “I’m sorry,” you groaned into your hands. “It’s just, I—”

Before you could even finish, Chan swiped the hotel pillow that resembled a burnt toaster strudel out from beside you and placed himself right where it had been, discarding it somewhere on the other side of the couch. “‘It’s just, you what?’“ he asked. “If you’re uncomfortable we can do something else…”

Your face flushed at the lack of distance between the two of you and Chan grinned. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, barely able to look up at the patient face before you. “I just don’t want to be one of those fans, if you know what I mean? I don’t want to make this weird and embarrassing for me or for you.”

Chan brushed a stray lock of hair away from your cheek and tucked it behind your ear. “You know, if you were one of those fans, I’m almost one hundred percent sure that you wouldn’t be so concerned about being respectful and telling me that you don’t want to be rude in any way, right?”

It hadn’t occurred to you that maybe you were being kind and polite, and you felt the fear inside you evaporate as you looked up into his eyes. You huffed a slightly nervous laugh. “I guess so,” you affirmed. 

“And you aren’t making this awkward at all, believe me.” Chan flicked your nose. 

Oh god, he’s so…

You couldn’t even put into words what Chan was. Perfect? Stunning? Adorable? You could come up with as many as you wanted, but no word in the English language could even slightly describe the utter preciousness of Christopher Bahng. 

After a moment, he reached across you, picking up the remote up off of the couch cushion you were sitting on, and switched on the TV. You held your breath as his arm gently grazed your stomach and grinned, eyes flicking over to his head which was now at a much closer proximity than before.

Chan looked up, playfully catching your eye and smiling back. “Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you repeated.

“Do you wanna…watch a movie or something?” he asked soon after. 

You blinked, searching your mind for an answer that wouldn’t sound entirely silly. “I’d like that a lot,” was what you had come up with in the end. After all, you were beginning to feel more comfortable with him by the minute, and it felt quite nice. 

It was the way he acted with such a calm aura surrounding him and all of the perfect things he said at the perfect times, that kept you waiting for more and more of the wonderful man before you. He made you feel so safe and so protected, even though you had only met mere hours ago. 

Maybe it was the fact that you had previously been a fan. Was that why you felt so connected to Chan? No. Definitely not. Though Chan was your idol, the one you had always looked up to, you could easily tell that anybody—not just the fans—would also feel just as at ease as you did now with him, because that was just the type of person Chan was. He was caring and gentle and funny, and he never hesitated to put anybody first. Chan was as selfless as they come and it only dragged you in even more.

He began to scroll through the streaming services found on the TV and stopped on one you both agreed possessed the highest quality movie collection. 

After clicking on a movie that seemed like the best possible background noise to your moment, Chan groaned and stretched his arms over his head, mesmerising you and each of your senses.

“You know, I think the stays would love to see you in that shirt,” you told him, a slight blush upon your cheeks. 

“The stays, huh?” Chan mused, looking downwards at the material. “How about you help me take some bubble photos, then?” he suggested. “So the stays can get a look.”

You gasped. “You’d let me help with bubble pictures?” 

“I mean, only because the stays must see me in this shirt.” He winked.

You gaped at him, mouth open in a round “O” as you tried to process his words.

“So it’s setted!” He stood up. “I’ll go get my phone, then.”

“Stop moving!” you giggled, Chan’s phone in your hands as you tried to take pictures of him on the hotel couch.

“I’m sorry!” he cried, trying to keep from laughing to attempt to pose for a sexy picture. 

“I think something’s missing,” you told him. The pictures were beyond gorgeous (like usual), but you felt like something could have been added for a little dusting of Chan’s typical flair. 

“Missing?” Chan wondered aloud. “What do you mean?”

You pondered for a moment, attempting to come up with what Chan needed. “You should put on something like…an accessory,” you stated. “That’s what’s missing.”

“You sound awfully confident about that,” Chan mused. “Gimmie a minute,” he said, then slipped out of the room and past another door, before fully going out of sight. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Chan was fun and you absolutely adored spending time with him. More than you ever thought you would. He was so much more than his personality onstage and really seemed to be the sweetest man you’d ever come across. As you scrolled through the silly photos you’d taken on his phone, candids of Chan laughing or trying to smolder, a sense of sadness overwhelmed you, instead of happiness like you would have thought.

You knew he wouldn’t be here forever. He was a famous idol, one who was constantly working or on the road trying to promote something new and improved. He would never be home or take a rest or spend time with you again. He had a job ,and said job was more demanding than anything else. It was his true love, so who would you be to try and come between? The two of you didn’t even live in the same country, for God’s sake, so why was the aching feeling in your heart expecting to spend more time with him? You’d only known the man for mere hours, but Chan felt like home, and that hurt more than you could have ever expected it to.

Get it together, Y/N, you mentally scolded yourself. You sat up a little straighter on the couch, as you waited.

Moments later, the door to the room Chan had gone inside opened again and he stepped back out. You gazed up at him, searching for the improved look, but didn’t find anything…until you saw his face.

There was a pair of thin metal framed glasses resting upon his sexy nose, and your breath caught in your throat at the sight. A bit of his hair was lazily resting on his brow, making the view even more perfect.

“How’s this?” he asked.

You remained silent for a moment, unsure what to say.

“Are they that bad?” His face fell ever so slightly and you felt for sure that your heart had cracked clean open in your chest.

You shook your head. “This is so unfair,” you uttered. 

“What is?”

“Your glasses!” you exclaimed. “You can’t just spring this on me, Chan! I’m just an innocent little fangirl!”

He chuckled, moving across the room to eventually sit back down next to you on the couch. He tipped your chin upwards and smirked, his face only inches from yours. “I’m sorry to break it to you, but if you’re my fan, there can’t be much innocence left in you, sweetheart.”

You gasped audibly and shuddered, the close proximity being too much for your already-malfunctioning brain. 

He laughed again, the flirty demeanor evaporating in an instant and pulled you flush against his chest with his arms slowly and gently wrapping around your shoulders. He smelled like musk and vanilla and comfort and home.

“Chan—” you whispered.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he said into your neck. “Now let’s take some bubble photos, yeah?”

“Stop it,” you said for the fifth time. “They’re perfect.”

“Are you sure?” He zoomed in on one of the photos. “You can see the pores on my nose,” he observed.

“And most of the world would pay to have your perfect little nose pores, Chan. Post them!”

“If you say so…”

He clicked a button and the pictures were instantly sent out to the fan base, along with a flirty message and a thank you to the ones who went to the concert earlier. 

Your phone buzzed over on the table and as you were burrowed in the couch cushions, you asked Chan to grab it for you, which he did without hesitation. What you didn’t expect, was for him to flip it around in his hand and check the notification. When he did, he laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny?” you asked him.

He flipped the screen around and showed you.

JYPBUBBLE

01:37 AM: 크리스 sent an image.

“You have my bubble?” 

You blushed. “Yes, I do, okay? God forbid a girl have her favorite idol’s bubble!”

“Aww, I’m your favorite.” He grinned dopily.

“You knew that already,” you snapped.

After a moment of silence, Chan spoke. “Say it for me, please?” 

You groaned, hiding your face in the pillow on your lap. “No.”

“Please?”

“This is manipulation!”

“Just do it for me, yeah?” He poked your ribcage. “If you don’t I'll…I’ll tickle you!” he blurted.

“Fine!” you exclaimed. “You’re my favorite idol ever, okay?!”

He giggled. “Yay.”

After that ordeal, the both of you began to actually watch the movie playing in front of you which you had abandoned earlier for the pictures. You spent several hours together, just talking and laughing and at one point, Chan even fell asleep on your shoulder. When four o’clock in the morning came around, that’s when he decided that you needed your beauty sleep—or at least a bit of it—and walked you back down to your room. 

“I really enjoyed spending tonight with you,” he said once the two of you had reached outside your door. “You’re amazing, Y/N.”

“You too, Chan,” you answered. “Thanks for inviting me over.”

He then leaned forward and placed a tiny kiss atop your nose, grinning at your surprised expression after, and opened up your door, motioning for you to go inside. 

“Bye, Y/N,” he said with a wink.

“Bye, Chan,” you replied, trying to ignore the sense of longing inside your heart. You wanted to stay with him. 

But when your door slowly clicked shut after you entered, the only thing you could remember was Chan and his hot glasses, as you touched your fingers to your nose in wonder. 

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[livelaughloverinky]

gacha troubles

[izzyatchi]

The truth can’t stay locked away forever, dreamer.

Will you face it, or will you run away once more?

[naser1963]

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Live the moments in every detail.

[jadeiterosez]

day 143 // ILY