chan would be the best bf so yeah | sfw and nsfw under the cut
warnings: mention of having a period and taking medication, mentions of getting engaged/married, moving in together, mirror sex, shower sex, public sex, hickies and marking, voyeurism, home videos, pegging, somnophilia // minors dni, 18+
sfw
boyfriend!chan who learns all the names of your stuffed animals because you have specific ones for specific circumstances (if you're sick, tired, stressed, etc.)
boyfriend!chan who tells you he's going to marry you one day at Least three times a week - and the thing is he truly means it!! he's just waiting for the right time to really propose
boyfriend!chan who wears a necklace with your name/initials on it so everyone knows he's entirely, wholeheartedly and 100% yours in every way, shape and form
boyfriend!chan who has reminders on his phone for any medication you take and when your period is due - just in case you forget to take them or forget to track it. he even messages you to remind you when he's away on tour
boyfriend!chan who gets a tattoo of a heart that you've drawn on his chest, right above where his heart is, because to him you ARE his heart and he wants part of your close at all times
boyfriend!chan who wished you happy national girlfriend's day before you were even together because he knew he wanted you to be his girlfriend from the moment he met you
boyfriend!chan who proposes to you when you're in his hotel bed in a foreign country - because to him, the fact that you'd even consider flying out to see him on tour just because he missed you is the biggest green flag he's ever seen
boyfriend!chan who makes a joint pinterest account with you to make inspiration boards for your dream house, and tries him damn hardest to make all those dreams come true when you finally move in together
boyfriend!chan who sweeps you off of your feet and carries you to bed even if you only seem slightly tired or unwell or achy. like, literally carries you bridal style from the front door and tucks you into bed, refusing to let you move and literally carrying you tho the toilet and back if you need it
boyfriend!chan who can't keep a secret from you At All !! like even if he tries to tell a white lie, or tries to hide a surprise date or anniversary or birthday present, it just doesn't work - crazy how a guy is so in love that he literally cannot tell a lie
nsfw
boyfriend!chan who loves fucking you in front of a mirror so he can make you watch how you fall apart on his cock - drool, makeup and tears everywhere
boyfriend!chan who is capital o Obsessed with shower/bath sex !!! in the mornings while you're getting ready, late at night when you need a break from the test of the guys, when you take a bath together to relax - he just loves it
boyfriend!chan who marks you up so often you've never Not had hickies since you got together. he loves seeing the traces of your late night activities on your neck and chest, and knowing that you trust him enough to make you completely his is such a turn-on
boyfriend!chan who drags you into a club bathroom so he can flip up your tiny skirt and pull your thong to the side so he can pump you full of his cum - don't worry about being quiet, baby, no one's gonna hear over the music anyway
boyfriend!chan who has a video camera hidden in his wardrobe purely for making home videos with you - and by god, there's a lot of them over the years. all the tapes are kept in a shoe box under the bed too
boyfriend!chan who doesn't stop pounding into you when one of the boys accidentally walks into the room. in fact, it gets him going even more and he nearly busts a nut when he sees hyunjin's flustered face and hears your moans get more choked up and high-pitched
boyfriend!chan who adores it when you cuff him to the bed and put a blindfold on him before riding him. it sends all his other sense into overdrive and overwhelms him in the best way possible - especially when he hears the wet slaps of your pussy leaking all over him
boyfriend!chan who gets so high on the adrenaline of performing that he physically can't contain himself from picking you up onto the nearest surface and eating you out the second he comes off stage... and mayb he goes back on for the encore with your juices all over his face, his dick straining in his pants
boyfriend!chan who got caught fucking himself with a dildo when you came home one day, and know his favourite form of stress relief is having you peg him, an god he looks so pretty with his back arched for you
boyfriend!chan who ruts against you in his sleep, little whines and whimpers spilling from his lips and reminding you just how much of a cute puppy he really is, and if you stick a hand under his boxers to help him out, who has to know?
Woke up today from a dream of boyfriend Chan which has led to the following thoughts :- (having a chan drought rn always)
warnings : heavy fluff , will make you feel single and deprived of chan in your life, fluff and FLUFF if I didn't already mention it :')
Boyfriend!Chan who's spending the weekend with you at your childhood house because you wanted to introduce him to your parents.
Boyfriend!Chan who immediately charms your parents at dinner, while your hands are locked under the table. (because how can anyone resist the bang chan charm ?!)
Boyfriend!Chan who takes you to your bedroom after dinner and gives you the best loving while getting interrupted by your mom knocking on the door loudly (poor mom just wanted to wish them a good night skjsjs)
Boyfriend!Chan who cuddles you to sleep and holds you tight because he never wants to let go of you (he's just very much in love <3)
Boyfriend!Chan who, while you're still asleep, asks for your hand in marriage to your parents the next morning, who in turn are so happy about the man you've chosen and gladly agree.
Boyfriend!Chan who now takes you to his childhood home in Australia to meet his family.
Boyfriend!Chan who holds your hand throughout the flight to calm your nerves cause he knows you're afraid of fucking up the meeting [you get nerves from meeting strangers and he knows that :( ]
Boyfriend!Chan who introduces you to his family, who are so excited to meet you because Chan has talked about you SO much.
Boyfriend!Chan who tells his siblings about his plan to propose, while you're whisked away by his parents to give you a house tour.
Boyfriend!Chan who shows his dad the ring he's selected after a lot of help and teasing from the kids.
Boyfriend!Chan who finally asks you to be his life partner under the sunset at Sydney Harbour Bridge, wearing the suit you gifted him on his birthday that year.
Boyfriend!Chan who is over the moon when you fall on your knees in tears to give him the tightest hug after saying the three words he's been wanting to hear so bad.
Husband!Chan who, now after 2 years and 3 months of dating you and a month of wedding preparations, can finally call you his wife <3
Husband!Chan who becomes even MORE lovey dovey and touchy with you because he just can't control his glee of actually being able to call you wife and just wants to spend his life with you forever and always having a beautiful family.
Husband!Chan who knows he can tackle anything and everything that comes up in life: be it the scary birth of your twins, burning down the kitchen after a failed attempt of baking, or worrisome career issues; he can handle it all because he has you by his side <3
➳ published: 05.09.22
➳ established relationship!au || genre: fluff || crack || rated: t
➳ pairing: bangchan x reader (fem)
➳ summary: chris wants to spend forever with you and to do that, he needs to propose... however, it doesn't go as he had planned.
➳ word count: 2.6k
➳ warnings: mentions of blood/injury
➳ author's note: this is for the @k-vanity bucket list event (please go and support these amazing writers!! also thanks to @mint-yooxgi for reading this
You hadn’t seen Chris in a while, the man had said he would be back soon but a few days had passed and still, not a word. You don’t worry though, because Chris always comes back. Even if he is a little late, he always comes back with a perfectly good reason and you don’t doubt that this will be one of those times.
Chris never gave you an explanation as to why he wanted your bag packed at 3 am, he just called you a few days ago and told you to make sure that you were at home, waiting, with a bag packed and he would come to collect you but the night he was meant to turn up – he didn’t. Same with last night and now, as you look at the time slowly tick over to 3, you wonder if you really should begin to worry.
Knock, knock.
You stand up, rushing to the door to find your dark-haired boyfriend standing on the other side with a lazy smile on his lips. “Miss me?” He says as if he wasn’t late and that he hadn’t made you stay up nearly all night wondering where he was.
“Where were you?” You whine, letting him into the house and immediately being wrapped up in his arms, a reassuring hug helping you relax and ease any worries you had. “I thought you died.”
“Ah, so dramatic,” he teases as he presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling away, showing that smirk that always seems to cause you to blush slightly. No matter what, you always blush. “C’mon, I didn’t have service to call you but everything is ready.” You want to ask more but from the way that Chris shakes his head, you should have known he wasn’t going to tell you anything more.
He does this, a lot. He would prepare something and good luck getting anything else out of him other than that he was taking you somewhere and that’s it. Road trips, that was his thing. Road trips out to the middle of nowhere, a cabin in the woods, camping or just a late night drive, it always depended on his thoughts and mood. If he wanted to see a view and it wasn’t too far to drive, it was a late-night drive with snacks and a blanket for you to use so you could sleep on the way back. If he wanted to see the stars and just spend time out in nature, he’s got a tent and everything you’ll need for a weekend in the woods. The cabin was when he just wanted to escape with you, no one but you. Chris used it when he found himself overwhelmed by everything around him and while he would never admit any of that, you figured that out fairly quickly.
Chris can be very complex to some people but for you, he was easy to read because you’re the first person in a long time he has allowed to see deeper underneath the surface. He’s not the guy who managed to finish high school because he dropped out, he’s not someone who works a fancy job but he makes enough to support the lifestyle he lives, he doesn’t drive the flashiest car or own anything that screams that he has money but he gives you everything that he could possibly afford and works hard to make sure you are never embarrassed by him.
Not that you would ever be embarrassed but it’s something he quietly fears.
Chris is rough around the surface, he doesn’t care about what anyone says, honestly, he doesn’t care about anyone at all but when it comes to you – he cares more than he’ll openly admit. He knows your parents have said things because he looks like trouble and while Chris usually would show people just how much trouble he can cause – he tries his best to please your parents. He’s respectful, he’s quiet and he always helps where he can. He can’t change his nature, who he is, but he tries to show a softer side for you and those around you so that you never have to worry about the future.
Because he wants that. A future. With you.
A hand is offered, a smile on his face that gives him a youthful expression in comparison to the frown he wears whenever you aren’t around, and you quickly take his hand to follow him to the car. He held your bag in his other hand and didn’t let you go until he reached for the door handle. “Where are we going?” You ask as he opens the door for you, in an attempt to get something more out of him but silence is all that you’re met with. Pouting and petty, you get into the car and fold your arms over your chest. “Fine. Don’t tell me.”
He only chuckles, amused by your cute pout and faux anger, as Chris places your bag in the back seat before climbing into the car. Connecting his phone to the Bluetooth device and passing it to you, he begins the trip into the unknown with some soft tunes chosen by his designated road trip partner and unofficial car jockey. “Get some sleep,” he says after driving for a short while, “I’ll wake you when we get there.”
He looks at you, curled up and comfortable in the front seat with his hoodie as a blanket; sometimes, Chris can’t really believe how he managed to catch you, how he managed to be the one that stole your heart and love, but he’s happy. You really changed his life in so many ways that you don’t even realise it and he can’t imagine what life would be like without you anymore. “Hey,” he chuckles when you scrunch up your nose and shake your head, not wanting to be woken up. “C’mon baby girl.” He doesn’t even allow you to wake up, just picking you up while you protest slightly and carries you inside.
As he walks, you slightly wake up but you don’t really know where you are right now, your brain not at all registering anything because it’s far too early and Chris doesn’t allow you to wake up enough to notice the decor either. Placing you in the bed, he closes the door before climbing in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you close. It’s in his warm arms that you are dragged back to sleep and it’s in his warm arms that you wake up to the sun peeking in through the window a few hours later. “Chris,” you speak slowly, brain still trying to wake up and he only hums, letting you know that he’s awake. “Are we at the cabin?” You faintly manage to see the trees outside through the white mesh curtains.
“Mm,” he responds, before rolling onto his back. “I just needed some time.” You move so that you are cuddled back into his side and he chuckles. “It’s okay baby girl, I’ve just had something on my mind and being here with you helps that.”
You wonder what he means but even as you look up at him, Chris just smiles and moves slightly so he can kiss you softly. A kiss to distract your thoughts, to keep you from worrying and it works, the kiss manages to pull you in, keep you from asking more questions as Chris quickly manages to roll you onto your back and hover over you. He pulls away though, resting his weight on his forearms as he looks down at you and brushes some hair off your forehead and you can see the adoration in his eyes. You’ve been catching him looking at you like that a lot lately, as if you are the sun and the moon. Everything that is good in the world, Chris finds that in you.
“You’re beautiful.” He says suddenly and you blush without meaning to which makes him lean in and kiss your cheeks. “I love you.” Ah, what a way to have your heart race.
“Why are you being so loving?” You don’t mind it, in fact, him showering you in love like this is something you always appreciate because it’s rare. It’s not like Chris doesn’t show you every single day that he loves you but this form of love - words to reassure rather than the every day actions that have become a normal part of your day - always takes you by surprise.
Raising an eyebrow, Chris pulls away, “what can’t I give you my love and affection?” He slowly moves away and you whine, pulling him back and wrapping your legs around him to keep him from leaving. “You were just complaining before.”
“No, I’m sorry, give me more.” You pout until Chris relents and kisses you.
It feels like hours pass before are apart but it’s only a matter of moments before Chris finally pulls away completely to get out of the bed, rolling his neck to the side so it’ll crack and indicating with his head for you to get up. You take a little longer so he goes on ahead, suddenly quiet, which isn’t unusual for him so you don’t notice the way he starts to chew the inside of his cheek or how he’s looking around the cabin as if trying to find something out of place as he makes his exit.
He’s been preparing for this for a while, this road trip, he’s been making arrangements for it to be perfect and he’s sure something will go wrong but even if everything went terribly wrong - as long as one thing went right, he’ll take it.
“You coming?” He calls out, noticing that you never actually followed him when he finally reaches the kitchen. “Or are you going to trust me to cook?” He looks in the fridge, searching for something, before closing it when he hears your feet rushing down the hallway.
“Don’t! I love you but please… don’t.”
“Ouch,” he laughs and shrugs, not really caring too much because he knows that he can’t cook and would ruin, absolutely ruin everything if he tried. “I’ll get the fire started.” He kisses your forehead before taking his leave and running his fingers through his hair as he looks over his shoulder at you.
Any second now.
Or… longer…
“Baby girl?” He calls out when the fire is going and he hasn’t heard anything from you while doing it. “You okay?” He walks into the kitchen and realises why you’ve been so quiet. “Shit.” That’s the only word that leaves his lips as he rushes to your side and pulls you up and over to the sink, “why didn’t you say something? What happened?”
Silence.
“Hey,” he runs your hand under the sink, a light sting pulling you out of your thoughts, “what happened?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know where it went after I dropped it but yes.”
It takes him a moment to realise what you are talking about because he’s worried about your bleeding hand but it finally clicks and his eyes widen. “Fuck. Really?” You nod, tears welling up and you can’t really figure out if its from the pain or happiness. Chris is about to kiss you until he remembers that you’re bleeding. “Ah, right… let’s get you cleaned up first then I’ll look for it when I clean up the mess.”
“You put it in the eggs?” You said and he nods, slightly embarrassed.
“You always make pancakes whenever we’re here so I thought it was… yknow…” He’s regretting everything right now - he wanted to make this special, memorable, and he hated every minute of the cheesy proposal but he doesn’t regret your smile that’s on your face. “What?”
“You’re cute.” Chris rolls his eyes and inspects the wound before leaving to get the first aid kit. “Hey, I was talking to you!” You shout after him but don’t dare move and risk getting blood everywhere. “When did you become so cute, baby?” He doesn’t answer so you keep asking, keep annoying him until he’s bandaging your hand. “I thought you would have passed me a ring and said ‘here’ when you finally decided to pop the question.”
He snorts and nods slightly as he confirms this, “I was gonna but when I explained it to Changbin, he told me I was an idiot.”
“Was Changbin the one who came up with this?”
“No. That was me but… it wasn’t meant to go like this. You were meant to see it and not be holding glass in your hand when doing so.”
You scoff, the teasing accusatory tone making you poke your tongue at him. “Well, next time, don’t surprise me in places where breakable or sharp objects happen to be.” Chris groans as he finishes securing the bandage and cleans up the first aid kit. He’s happy you accepted, he’s happy that you want to spend the rest of your life with him too but… he could have done it all without you getting injured. “Stop pouting,” you lift your good hand to touch his cheek and he stops what he’s doing to take the moment to enjoy your touch. “It’s just a small cut and wouldn’t it be a fun little story to tell when people ask how you proposed.”
“Can’t you just lie and say that you only dropped the eggs instead of the glass?”
Shaking your head, you giggle, “that’s the whole beauty of the proposal. I nearly lost the ring because I was in such shock.” You don’t notice Chris’ expression as you laugh, hand over your mouth as he stands up and goes to tidy everything up. His silence, however normal it is, is unsettling in this particular moment. “Why aren’t you finding it amusing? It’s funny.”
“You did.”
“Huh?”
“Baby girl, you did lose the ring.” You jump up, rushing past him in a whirlwind and muttering ‘no’ under your breath as you look for the pretty diamond ring amongst the shatter glass. “It’s okay, it’s probably under the fridge or something.” He doesn’t sound too upset by it even if he knows that was a lot of his recent paychecks to buy. Chris just looks at the mess on the ground, the mixture of eggs and glass, and you gingerly trying to search through it with your good hand. “Get off the ground, you’ll get injured even more and I’d rather not spend our first day as an engaged couple taking you to the ER.”
Now it’s your turn to pout as he pulls you off the ground. “But, but…”
“I’ll find it.” He reassures you before brushing your hair off your forehead and sends you to the living area. “Go, sit down, I’ll clean up and find it then put it on your finger.”
It took some time, more time than Chris thought it would to clean up the combination of egg and glass but he did it eventually and he managed to find the ring, thankfully, even though he had to give it a good clean since it was covered in egg. Walking into the living area where you were curled up on the couch watching TV, Chris got down on one knee and takes your hand, instantly stealing your attention.
“Let me do this properly and please, don’t drop it this time.” He teases as slides the ring onto your finger. “Will you marry me?”
Even though he already had his answer, he needs to hear it again, he needs to hear that you want to spend the rest of your lives together while you have the ring on your finger. “Yes.” You smile, pulling him close and kissing him, “nothing would make me happier.”
“what are you studying for?” chan asked, taking your hand across the table.
you made a disgusted face, “calculus.”
“ugghh,” he gagged.
he took out his humanities book and looked sly for a second. chan then wrote something on a little pink post-it note and stuck it onto your forehead gently.
you laughed quietly, “you’re so childish.” you took the note down and read it.
would you like to go to dinner tomorrow?
you smiled and blushed, “you idiot. couldn’t you have just asked me?”
chan pouted, “no. it’s more meaningful in handwriting.”
“should I keep this one too? along with the fifty others you gave me?” you took out your pencil pouch filled with your boyfriend’s sticky notes.
“yes, please,” he leaned in and nuzzled your nose with his.
"Please just- just give us a another chance. I love you," Boyfriend!Chan said looking sadly in your eyes and with tears threatening to spill.
"Chan you lied to me. I gave you my heart and you just crushed it as if it meant nothing to you, as if I meant nothing to you," you replied. Hurt was evident in your voice. You too felt tears gathering in your eyes but were too proud to let them spill. He had hurt you enough.
"You know I didn't mean to, it just started off as a joke-""A joke?! Well great to know my feelings and our relationship are a joke to you! I'm done with this Chan, I'm done." you turned around and walked towards the door, you could not take it anymore.
"Please baby, I can fix this-"
"You can't just fix this as if nothing happened. What happened is you betrayed me and you can't possibly undo this. I trusted you, Chan, and I loved you, so much. Hell, I probably still do and will for some time but I can't just ignore this and act like nothing happened. It's over."
With that you left the apartment and your now ex-boyfriend behind you, praying that you will find a way to heal your broken heart.
“Y/n! I’m so sorry, baby! I know I’m late!” Boyfriend!Chan frantically spoke as he greeted you at the cafe you both had agreed to meet at for lunch. He was late again for the sixth time this week and you couldn’t help but feel a little upset. You were about to get up from your table to leave before you saw Chan running through the cafe doors. “Sorry, I was going to leave the studio earlier but then I got this idea for this new song! And I-” “Chan.” You interrupted him, your voice quiet and serious. “I’ve been waiting for almost two hours.” “You have? Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take so long,” Chan slowly sat down across from you. “You could’ve at least texted me.” “I know. I’m sorry. I just got so excited and into the music that I forgot,” he spoke as he nervously played with his hands across the table. “I know,” you sighed “I know how excited and happy you get when you write music, but this is the sixth time this week. I would just appreciate it if next time you let me know.” You carefully took Chan’s hands into yours. “I will. I promise. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me,” he looked down sheepishly. You laughed lightly, “I’m not mad at you, silly. I could never be mad at you.” You gently swept a stray piece of wavy blonde hair out of his face, and cupped his soft cheek with your hand. He happily nuzzled his face closer to your palm, his eyes closing peacefully. He looked like a cute little puppy and you couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with him. “I love you too much to be mad at you, Channie.” You leaned across the table and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “I love you too, y/n” he grinned. “Now, tell me more about this new song!” You spoke, causing him to perk up immediately. His eyes sparkled as he smiled widely at you.
summary: its your birthday and your boyfriend chan decides to surprise you
a/n: lol idk how I feel about this but I felt like writing about chan and it turned out longer than I expected anyways enjoy chan being a cute idiot on ur bday!
you walk through the door of your dark apartment, flicking on the lights to be greeted with the clutter you left the room in. you hang up your jacket in the closet and send a quick text to chan letting him know you’re home so he can come over whenever—it’s your birthday, and chan promised he’d spend the entire day from midnight to midnight with you. you hear the ding! of a text alert come from behind your closed bedroom door, followed by a loud thump!
you’re taken aback—you hadn’t seen any signs of an intruder, but clearly someone else is home. you also know you’re the only one with a key, besides your landlord. you frantically grab the closest “weapon” to you—the pink umbrella chan left here the last time it rained. you cautiously creep up to your door and nudge it open, entering the room umbrella first.
a figure lays on your floor underneath the window, which is left open, allowing the cool night air to fill the room. concern turns to curiosity as you recognize the person’s mop of curly hair. he looks up to face you and sheepishly grins, and you roll your eyes.
“hiya y/n,” chan says from the floor. his clothes are mildly dirty and tiny scrapes and scratches decorate his bare arms and legs. his hair is a mess of twigs and leaves, and between the open window and his current state of being, it doesn’t take you long to piece together what happened.
“you’re insane. what were you thinking?!?”
you take hold of his arm to help him to his feet, combing through his hair with your fingers to pick out the debris.
“well i wanted to surprise you for your birthday, but then i realized the only way in was the window so i climbed the tree and here i am! nice weapon by the way, very effective against intruders.” he takes the umbrella and pretends to stab himself through his abdomen, doubling over in fake pain. “aghhh no! not the pink umbrella!”
you pause and look at him, wondering how someone can simultaneously be so dumb and yet so cute. deciding the cute overrules the dumb, you grab his shirt and pull him back upright so you can kiss his cheek softly, and you can feel his skin heat up under your lips. “okay, well i guess i’ll have to get you a copy of my key,” you say grinning. he smiles back at you, then bends back down to the floor to pick up a box—or what resembles a box.
“i uhh brought this for you but we might have to get another one since this one kinda got ruined when i fell through the window...” he says, opening the lid to reveal the remains of a cake that you assume was once beautiful but now looks as if an elephant sat on it. “you really didn’t think this through, did you?” you question. chan just gives you an ear to ear grin in return. he glances at the clock beside your bed and turns to you with wide eyes.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!” he yells, dropping the cake and wrapping his arms around your waist. he hoists you up and you shriek, wrapping your legs around him. he twirls you around, your forehead pressed against his, the two of your laughing together blissfully. “I LOVE YOUUUUU!!” he yells as you spin, and you throw your head back in laughter. “I LOVE YOU TOOOO!!” you reply. he finally stops spinning and places you down on the bed, the two of you breathless. you almost forget that just a few minutes ago you found him lying on the floor of your room. chan’s eyes are locked on you, and you shyly tuck your hair behind your ear. despite being bright with laughter seconds ago, all signs of your giggle fest have left chan’s face, and he stares at you intently. “...you good?” you ask him.
“yeah just...you’re so beautiful, baby. i love everything about you, and i’m not sure what i did to deserve someone like you,” he says in probably the most serious voice you’ve ever heard from him. your cheeks are really red now, and you can’t hold back the urge any longer. you lean forward and press your lips to his, eyes closed as you savour the feeling of him pressed against you. he pulls you in until you’re straddling him, and you feel him smile into the kiss. “i love you, y/n,” he says in between kisses. “i love you too, channie,” you say back, moving to run your fingers through his hair.
“ahH!” he yells, breaking the kiss. you pull a stray twig from his hair that your fingers got caught on, and you giggle at the face chan’s making. “sorry babe, but it’s your fault for climbing that tree,” you say, planting a kiss on the tip of his scrunched up nose. “it was worth it though,” he replies. “i agree; now let’s get you cleaned up and then we can take a nap—i’m exhausted,” you say, pulling chan towards the bathroom. “anything for you, birthday girl,” he says, and you can’t wait to spend the entire day wrapped up in chan’s arms.
10.30am — your brows furrowed as you frowned at the piece of paper clutched tightly in your hands, the markings in red made your heart drop. you studied so hard for the test so why were you still failing?
chan takes a seat beside you and peaks at the frown on your face. he then sees the striking 20/50 on the top right corner of your test paper and his mouth automatically forms an 'o'. he replaces the piece of paper in your hands with his and calls out to you softly, "hey hey it’s okay, i didn’t do that well either, we’ll go for consultations and study together ok?”
when you look up, the gentle smile on his lips temporarily melts away all the disappointment you felt. you let go of his hands to wrap your hands around his neck, “thank you so much chan, you always manage to make me feel better.”
he just chuckles and rubs a soothing hand down your back, “there’s no need to thank me, what’s a boyfriend for if he can’t even brighten up his girlfriend’s day?”
