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enhypen is 7.
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a blur of punches
part two out now!
pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
summary: chan’s overwhelming feelings for you reveal themselves in a moment of anger. only problem is, you’re seungmin’s girl already.
The energy of the club had reached an all time high.
Lights flash in a myriad of colours, the bass thumps from the speakers, reverberating throughout the whole building. Drinks flow endlessly, perhaps too much so. The boys laugh and dance, taking advantage of one of the few days they are granted freedom.
Not Chan though.
He sits in the corner of the club, behind the velvet ropes of the vip lounge, brooding. Here he was on his night off, in the most notorious club in the city, surrounded by his friends, yet all he can think about was how much he did not want to be there. How much he would rather be with her.
Seungmin had been your boyfriend for around 6 months now. Even you were surprised your relationship had lasted this long. Seungmin is a great guy, and you do love him, but something isn’t there.
You told yourself it just hadn’t kicked in yet, yknow that weightless ecstasy of falling in love they always talk about in the movies. Or perhaps that simply wasn’t reality. Whatever it was, you simply didn’t feel that with Seungmin.
He introduced you to the boys not long after you started dating. They were so sweet, and so happy for their friend.
Well, most of them.
As the others teased and giggled, Bangchan stood firm, eerily quiet. His eyes scanned you, he was reading you. If only you could do the same.
Maybe he just didn’t approve of you. Surely that was it, right?
Coming around to see the boys certainly didn’t soften him up. If anything he grew colder. He eyed you like prey, his jaw tightening at the sight of Seungmin. Was one of the members having a girlfriend that big of a problem?
“Don’t worry about him, he’s just looking out for the group” Seungmin told you. For a while you went with that, of course he wants what’s best for the group, he’s the leader.
But after some time, the stares began to feel like silent judgments. It had been long enough for Chan to drop the protective older brother act. At dinner with the members, you decided you wanted answers.
Chan had excused himself to the bar, when you soon decided it was time for a drink yourself. No one paid any mind, not Seungmin that’s for sure. You approached with concentrated confidence, he glanced at you, eyes lingering before he looked back to the bartender. You nearly scoffed.
“Why do you do that?” Genuinely, you spoke, hoping for any answer. In that moment you realised this was probably the first time the two of you had spoken directly to eachother, perhaps even been alone without Seungmin.
He smiled then, not out of kindness or warmth, not with the demeanour of a man about to deliver a sincere answer. It was bitter, his tongue pressed to his teeth, he nearly laughed. But not once did he look at you.
“Do what.”
It wasn’t even a question, you both knew what was meant.
Your exhale sharply. “You’re impossible”
“I was going to say the same about you, we’re even.” He retorted without a beat. His voice lowered when he spoke, before walking back to the table.
The boys, drunk and dazed, stumble their way back to Bangchan. Throwing themselves onto the deep red comfort of the couch, they settle in the vip lounge, with some new guests of their own.
Some newer staff members that had started working with the boys. Even you had become familiar with them. It was hard to ignore their presence. You swore the one with the sleeve tattoo and a buzz cut had flirted with you, but that was never to be spoken of. A rather harrowing memory of yours.
They’re around the same age, naturally the members get along with them. All except for one.
Chan was never incredibly fond of their… playful, nature. They had a tendency to lose focus, Chan had no time for that. He held a particular distain for Kyong, the problem child.
With a surprising level of confidence, Kyong and the other new staffers strut past security, with the help of the members of course. Kyong sets down a tray of shots, “Thought you guys could use some motivation, you too Chan.” He spoke with that undeniable tone of smugness that made Chan’s stomach twist.
He shoots Minho a look, to which Minho responds with a shrug and a simple “wasn’t my idea”. Chan scoffs, this night just got a whole lot longer. He stares down the shots placed before him.
He knows he shouldn’t, but with the thoughts running through his mind, thoughts he shouldn’t be having. The way her face flashes in his mind is damn near mocking. He needs to be numb, for one night, he needs to forget.
“Fuck it.”
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It didn’t take long for Chan to get absolutely hammered. The flash of lights no longer feel so confronting, the tension in his arms fade, and for once, his mind was not entirely fixated on her.
He laughs along with the others, despite not entirely hearing what is being said. Kyong and Seungmin exchange playful words of banter. A particular jab of Seungmin’s hit a little hard, that was made apparent the second Kyong retorted. Seungmin’s joke, something about being single, clearly struck a nerve of his.
Kyong spoke with an awkward laugh, the type that quickly fades. Meant to soften the blow, but harsh enough to clock anyone with ease.
“You’re one to talk, all these desperate rich girls throwing themselves at your feet, and you settle for y/n?”
All voices halt, the once ground shaking edm, reduced to mere background music around the palpable tension of the vip section. All eyes focus on a now silenced Seungmin, waiting, anticipating any sort of response.
A voice sounds, not Kyong’s, certainly not Seungmin’s. “The fuck did you just say?”
Bangchan.
“Come on bro, no one can stand that bitch.”
Chan looks to Seungmin. “You’re gonna let him talk about y/n like that?” Seungmin replies in a hushed tone, always the middle man. “Hyung, just leave it.”
Chan scoffs, he rarely got mad at the members, and even now it isn’t quite anger, it’s so much worse. He faces Kyong once again. “Wanna keep talking shit?”
Kyong’s lips curl into that cocky grin Chan had always despised. “Don’t act like you’re any better. You hate her more than all of us” Kyong says.
Chan leans in, knees digging up into his forearms, taking another sip from his drink “Yeah nah, you don’t know shit about me and her”
Everything shifts, the members look to one another, they all had the same question. A question only Kyong has the ego to ask.
“You saying you want that bitch too? That’s fucked up”
Chan stands, shedding off his jacket to reveal his toned arms, highlighted by the red overhead lights. “Call her a bitch again and you can work it out for yourself.” His tone strong, firm, unwavering.
Kyong stands too, but not without a slight, alcohol fuelled sway. A shit-stirrer for life, Kyong follows with a pause, before a single word. “…Bitch.”
Ever since that moment at the bar, things between you and Chan had shifted. His eyes were no longer like daggers, picking you apart. Now they met yours, something deeper lingering behind them. Something he was holding back.
You’re able to put together an idea of what was going on. The tension between him and Seungmin, the way his jaw clenches whenever another guy gets a bit too close, how he looks at you like he already owns you.
But you can never let yourself believe it, it’s deluded right?
You spent so long trying to avoid him, even a single glance in his direction could have you speechless, whilst your mind reeled from shame. Seungmin didn’t look at you the way he did. There’s no sugarcoating that.
At the end of the day, you’re Seungmin’s girlfriend. But truth be told, you can’t help the part of you that falls asleep imagining what could be, with Bangchan.
Your phone buzzes on your coffee table. Once, you ignore it. Again, whatever. Then it starts to ring. You reach to see who would be so desperately trying to contact you at 1 in the morning.
Changbin?
“Y/n! We tried to hold him back, now we can’t find him, have you seen him?” Changbin is so stressed he can barely finish one sentence before he starts the next.
“Woah, who? Seungmin? I thought he was with you guys?” You reply.
“No it’s-“
The line cuts out. You sit, stunned, confused, and ever so worried. That’s when the door knocks.
You stand from your spot on the couch, cautiously moving towards the door. The knocks start again, louder, more aggressive.
When you open the door, there before you is none other than Bangchan. Battered and bruised. Shirt missing, his toned stomach sheilded by nothing but an unzipped leather jacket.
“Chan?”
“Y/n.”
He stumbles forward, engulfing you into his embrace. You pry him off you and sit him on the couch, settling beside him.
“What are you doing here? What happened? Where’s Seung- where’s your shirt?”
He grins then, perhaps the first time you’ve ever seen it. “Fucking Seungmin, that dumbass Kyong…” he trails off.
He starts to laugh to himself, leaning back into the couch, before contorting in pain.
“Chan what’s wro- oh shit“ the sight of his back after shedding off his jacket, bloodied and scratched up.
You get up to look for that first aid kit you got years ago, but he grabs your wrist.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, just stay here” it felt wrong, but you would be lying if you said he wasn’t unbelievably hot right now. But you have to ignore that for the time being.
“Chan, what the hell happened tonight?”
“Seungmin doesn’t love you. Not like I do.”
Frozen. His words had you completely frozen.
“What?”
“You deserve better y/n. I can give that to you. You know I can give that to you.”
You were at a loss for words, torn and trapped as he pours his heart out to you.
“You walked in months ago, holding Seungmin’s hand, and I haven’t stopped thinking about you since. Not a single day goes by y/n I swear. I fucking hate it sometimes but I want you y/n. I want you so bad it hurts. And I do stupid shit I can never take back, like ignoring you all that time. I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry”
“Chan… I- we can’t”
“Y/n-“
“Please I can’t do this now” you stand from the couch, not sure where to go, but knowing you couldn’t stay here. He thought differently. He reaches for your wrist once again, you turn to face him. He’s shifted, kneeling on the couch, looking up at you with an expression you had never seen from him before. Desperation.
“You feel the same I know it. I’ve seen it. You can’t keep lying to yourself. I fucked up before, really bad, but I’m here now. Picturing you with him, it makes me sick. I just- I can’t go another day knowing I can’t have you,”
His arms reach out, pulling you in by your waist, gripping your shirt like a vice.
“Tell me you feel it too, forget about Seungmin for a second and tell me I’m not losing my mind, please y/n”
Here he is, this gorgeous man, begging for you to see him. And for the first time, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“I want you chan, I think I always have.”
He leans into you, nestling his head into your stomach. Like instinct, your hands thread through his hair. It all makes sense now. All the things he never said. All the emotions he tried not to let himself feel. You had been doing the same.
Here in this moment, you could just be. Like for a short while, you didn’t have to worry about anything else. You know what will arise later on, but for now, the two of you could be happy, safe. Just for a short while.
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