4. "This song reminded me of you." | requested by anonnie ♡
pairing: chan x gn!reader
genre: fluff დ | wc: 1.2k
a/n: i got a bit carried away with this one, woopsie
song: lauv - paris in the rain
For the last few weeks you spent all your days looking forward to getting home, put on your comfy pajamas, lay in bed and just text Chan until one of you falls asleep. You did text occasionally throughout the day, but since you were both busy with your respective jobs the conversation wouldn’t flow as smoothly as it does in the silence of the night.
You haven’t yet met in person, being the screen of your phones the only way to see each other for now, either through some random selfies sent mid conversation, either through actual video calls that you would do when typing didn’t feel good enough, as your excitement to talk about certain topics wouldn’t let you write coherent sentences as you were typing at the velocity of light.
You never thought of yourself as someone that could keep an online friendship for this long without getting tired of the lack of physical contact and activities that required going outside with the said person, like getting ice cream in a street diner, going to the movies, just having a walk somewhere and hanging out like normal friends usually do. You do wish you would do all of these with Chan, it would be better than just texts and calls every night, but you also didn’t want to lose such a great friendship and connection, probably the best and most genuine one yet, to your pettiness and need for skinship. And you just hoped you’d get there sometime.
As you snuggle up in your comfy bed you hear your phone vibrate on your night stand and your stomach does a flip, knowing for sure it was most likely Chan texting you. As you pick your phone up, already smiling though unaware of it, you see the screen light up again and two notifications from the said boy are waiting to be opened.
INSTAGRAM bang.chan97 Chris: Hiya there! Chris sent a photo
You unlock the phone and your excitement builds up as you impatiently wait for your slow wifi to load the picture Chan sent, hoping it would be a selfie. You haven’t seen his face in a few days now and when the little loading circle on the center of your black screen vanished, an instant smile appeared on your face, mimicking the one that popped up on your phone. It was a mirror selfie and he had half of his face covered by his phone, but you still could see his left dimple and the small wrinkles on the corner of his half-closed eye. As much as seeing him warmed your heart, it also hurt you to know how he didn't see himself as you did, as one of the most wonderful human beings in this world and deserving of all the love you could give to him.
You were so lost in your own thoughts, focused on the small percentage of Chan's face you were allowed to see, that the time ran out without you noticing the song he had added.
You take a selfie yourself, only showing half of your face as well, and added "i will show you my whole face if you show me yours 😤". To which he replied by asking if you liked the song, leaving you confused on what song he was talking about, until a few minutes later your phone vibrates again and the screen lights up.
INSTAGRAM bang.chan97 Chris sent a video
As you tap to see the said video, a few more pop up on your notifications and your heart begins to race, Chan’s face appears on the screen once again and now you’re able to see it entirely, a shy smile fills your screen as the boy gets his guitar and tries out a few chords before speaking up, “Hm- hi (y/n)! I sent you a song with the photo but you didn’t notice it, and… well, I figured it would make more sense singing it to you since this song reminded me of you when I heard it earlier, hope you enjoy this!”
He clears up his throat, the smile fades as his focus goes to the guitar and guitar only, staying there for most part of the song, a song you recognised from the very first verse and you immediately knew what this meant. You try to keep your breathing even but the sight of Chan in his cosy outfit, fuzzled hair hiding in his hoodie, playing the guitar and singing, singing to you by all means, and one of your favourite songs - now making its way to number one-, made it hard for you to keep composure.
You knew he was nervous and shy, keeping his eyes either on the guitar or closed, so focused he didn’t even smile, but as he reached the chorus his dimples came back to greet you, “ ‘Cause anywhere with you feels right, anywhere with you feels like, Paris in the rain, Paris in the rain (...)”, but his eyes only met the frontal camera of his phone by the second verse and at this point your eyes were watery and a few single tears rolled down to meet the corners of your smiley lips.
“I look at you now and I want this forever I might not deserve it but there's nothing better Don't know how I ever did it all without you My heart is about to, about to jump out of my chest”
You could see how much more comfortable he had gotten throughout the song, always keeping a smile on his face and his gaze no longer focused on the guitar. The song could go on forever and forever you'd listen to him, but sooner than expected he played the last note along with a giggle that made you repeat the same sound.
You couldn't simply text him after this, it wasn't enough and you wanted to see more of him, hear more of his voice, and so you wiped your tears and tapped on the camera symbol, initiating a video call. As soon as he answers the call, with the brightest smile, ruffling his hair before hiding it back into the hoodie, your tears decide to show up once more, making you laugh at how vulnerable you've gotten when talking to him, "Can you please sing another song?"
He rests his chin on his hand, face so close to the camera you could see the bags under his eyes, he was tired but other than the bags, there was no way you could tell that as he always sounded so cheerful, "Sure! Any preference?", he waits for your decision but you just shake your head, you honestly just wanted to listen to him once more, the song choice didn’t matter anymore.
He moves from the chair he's sitting on to his bed, crossing his legs over the covers and placing his guitar on his lap. It looked comfortable, and this time his voice came out more honey sweet rather than raspier like before. That comfort trespasses through the phone, breaking all the rules of physics to go directly into warming your heart, making you snuggle into your duvet a bit more, wishing Chan would be there with you.
