── ✶ In which .𖥔 ݁ ˖ your bf!chan posts the pics you wanted to keep all to urself . . .
⁀➴ crack, suggestive, 6ss cause I acc randomly pulled this out my ass
[ eyisy’s note ] this is all chan’s fault for posting this and partially @yawwni ‘s for encouraging me, i also seriously wanna thank her for making this theme and perhaps lowkseunginchanenuinely eat her,, perhaps (she also cameos so yay!! (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵) )
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“Babe?” You asked, breaking the comfortable silence between you and your boyfriend, Bang Chan, in the kitchen
“Mhm?” He looked up from his phone to you, eyes at attention
You stared at him for a while before immediately looking down to your notebook again, muttering a quick ‘thanks’. Chan sat there quizzically, completely confused as to what had just happened. Deciding it best not to question you, for now, at least, he looked down to his phone.
“Channie?” You said again
“ya?” Once again, he looked up to you curiously
“Okay, thanks” You replied and, once again, stuffed your nose back into your notebook and began to write something down that Chan couldn’t see, or maybe- you weren’t writing
“Y/N? Are you drawing me?!” He smiled brightly and stood up to look over the table
Indeed, when he caught a glimpse of your notebook, there he was- well, a stylized version of him at least.
“You’re not allowed to look until it’s done!” You quickly shut your notebook, half glaring and half pouting at your boyfriend
“Alright” He chuckled and settled back into his seat “But at least get my good side” Chan struck an over-dramatic pose before breaking into a fit of giggles alongside you
“I’m so lucky to have you” You blurted out before you could stop yourself
“Please, if anyone’s lucky in this room, it’s damn well got to be me.” He paused before continuing “I don’t even have to pay for drawings of myself!”
“What?! You suck!” You scrunched up your nose and threw your rubber at him
“I couldn’t resist” He smiled and stood up, walking to your side of the table and kissing your forehead lovingly “I really am lucky, though”
You blushed and re-opened the journal, shoving the finished drawing of your boyfriend into his chest, not able to meet his eyes
“Wah! It’s so good” he smiled “Can I frame it? Wait no- I’m sending this to the group chat!” He quickly grabbed his phone and took a picture of it, a giddy smile resting on his features “you’re so good” he spoke, finally calming down
“Thanks” You muttered bashfully
Chan bent down to your level, grabbed you by the shoulders and planted his lips onto to yours- just for a short moment. He muttered ‘I love you’ into the kiss, chuckling when he felt your cheeks heat up.
Summary: You always had the grave shift at the local Denny’s. And your coworker always decided to leave; so it was just you, empty chairs, and the smell of grease. That is until a rather good looking stranger comes in.
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“Y/n, I’m running across the street! I need an energy drink or something!” Vernon, your coworker called as he sprinted out from the kitchen, chefs apron already replaced with a sloppy hoodie. The two of you were always stuck on the grave shift, not that you minded, but working with Vernon usually turned one sided very quickly. Especially since his best friend worked across the street at the same time.
“You literally get free drinks whenever you want here.” You grumbled, leaning against the counter, watching as he placed his hands on the door handle.
“And they all taste like ass!” He waved his hand in goodbye towards you as he flung open the door hazardly, “I’ll be back in fifteen don’t be too bored without me!”
You huffed as the door barely got the chance to chime before he was gone, “Piss-ass.”
Working the night shift at a Denny’s was not your ideal job. It was boring, often cold, and the people who walked in often looked like they hated the place as much as you did. But you at least we're making money as you sat on the disregarded barstool, counting the number of lights on the ceiling. You could have been doing a far worse job than the midnight Denny’s shift, but you couldn’t help but complain as you switched from counting lights to the counting the number of chair legs in the room.
You had gotten to your third round of counting, this time focused on the number of ketchup bottles in the room, when the bell signalling a customer went off. You knew it wasn’t Vernon immediately, despite him saying he would be back around this time, because once he left he usually wasn’t back until close to the end of his shift. This customer though, was a sight for sore eyes, with his blonde hair shoved in a beanie and his pretty eyes that held large, tired bags underneath them. He had almost an emo vibe about him but maybe that was just due to the endless amount of black he wore; nonetheless though, he was very good looking. Definitely not someone you would have expected to walk in on you 3 a.m. Denny’s shift.
“Just one?” You called as you straighten up from your spot on the counter, making his wandering eyes turn towards you.
“Yeah.. just me.” His voice was quiet but deep and you couldn’t help but smirk.
“Take the bar seat,” You gestured to the empty seat as you fumbled with the menu’s, though he looked like he already had an idea of what he wanted without them. “Anything I can get you started with?”
“The strongest coffee you have and the largest plate of fries your allowed to make.” The request made you blink once but then you nodded, almost in respect of the order. A good looking customer with odd midnight cravings? Your night just got ten times better.
“Odd combination but it’ll be out shortly…. Um?” You trailed off, wanting to address him by his name. It always felt weird to address a client by sir or ma’am when it was just the two of you in the shop, and most traditional respects had flown out the window after one a.m. striked.
“Chan and you are…?” He slid into the seat and tapped his fingers against the countertop instantly as his eyes followed you to the coffee maker.
“Y/n.” You answered as you fiddled with the machine, “Now why are you out at this hour?”
“You’re nosey.” He chucked and you shot him a glance as the machine began to spit out his drink.
“Sorry, i’ll stop prying if you want and just have the both of us sit in awkward silence regretting our life choices.” You grabbed a few creamers and brought the hot mug over to him, setting it down and going to get him the largest plate of fries you could- for business purposes only.
He raised a brow as he began to open the creamer containers you had brought, dumping them in one by one, “What makes you think I regret anything.”
“You’re in a Denny’s at three a.m. Chan, no one ends up here willingly.”
He laughs, raising the mug to his lips, “Well you got me there. I just needed to get out of the studio before I went insane.”
“Studio?” There were a lot of different kinds of studio; art, dance, music, and countless others- and most of the people who worked in them didn’t end up here.
“I’m a producer.” His answer peaked your interest, your eyebrows raising up as you cocked your head to the side while you set down the plate of fries. Vernon always made to many and stored them for later in the oven, so they were warm, overly salted and just perfect for a midnight meltdown.
“Pretty young for a producer,” You pointed out, earning a scof from him as he took another drink, “Now why were you going insane in the studio? Song to hard? Client to snobby?”
“The soundwaves weren’t matching up and then the pitches of the singers voice and the beat weren’t syncing- I blame it on the shitty software of the company- and then the WiFi decided to crash! On top of all that, the client’s artistic choices are complete bullshit! Heavy beats here, I want it to be a little bit techno but with a country vibe- like what the fuck is that supposed to mean! God, I would’ve broke something if I didn’t get out of there…” His cheeks flushed pink as you let out a little chuckle at his passionate rant and his eyes flicked down to his fingers fiddling with a fry. “I know you don’t really care, I just don’t want to let out all this on Jisung again. I almost made him cry last time.”
You grinned and leaned against the counter next to him, “Continue ranting all you want, it’s cute.”
“Cute? You think I’m cute?” He sounded almost speechless, jolting his head up with wide eyes and an open mouth.
“Sure thing,” Laughter bubbled out from you as you sent him a wink, enjoying the flirty vibe, “I don’t talk to every single stranger that comes in here.”
“Well,” His lips twisted into a grin and his tired eyes began to hold a little more light in them, “I’ll have to scratch off being called cute by a Denny’s worker at 3 a.m. off my bucket list.”
“Glad I could help fulfill your dreams.” You looked at his now empty mug and pushed yourself off the counter. “You want a milkshake too?”
“Why?” His head tilted to the side in a way that resembled a dog.
”Cause as cute as you are, you still look like shit.” You answered honestly, provoking a raucous, hearty laugh from him; the joyful feeling lingering in his features long after his laughter faded into the background.
”Thanks... I guess.” Lips quirked up in a smirk as he watched you move to the drink area, a feeling akin to elation surging through him, even if your words were somewhat mean, “I feel like it too.”
”Same.” The knowing grin on your face made him skin further into that feeling of glee, “Milkshakes on me, vanilla or strawberry?”
”No chocolate?”
”No some prick made us run out of it earlier today.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of Vernon, who stored himself away in the kitchen to eat all the chocolate ice cream in the building. You were never able to fathom how he hadn’t gotten fired yet. “Vanilla or strawberry?”
”Surprise me.” The roguish tone to his voice made a jolt go through you.
You made the shakes in quiet after that, taking your time to use as much as the ice cream s possible. It was a late night and you hadn’t ate yet, and you were sure Chan wouldn’t mind the extra pint, “You want chocolate sauce on it?”
“Hell yeah I do!” He cheered and you gave an amused expression, which he quickly looked away from, “and whip cream too please… if you can.”
“Don’t sound too excited over it,” You laughed and brought over your connoction, setting it down on the counter in an over exuberant way. “A Y/n milkshake, reserved for those of us who feel the shittiest.”
“I’ll drink to that.” He grinned, clinking the glass against the one in your hands and taking a drink.
You shook your head at his new childlike behavior, twirling your straw between your fingers, “You know it probably wasn’t wise to let you have a coffee and a milkshake this late.”
“My body and mind already hate me, so what’s one more bad decision going to do?” He shrugged and offered you the plate of disregarded fries, “French fry?”
“You dip your french fries in milkshakes?” You gingerly took on in your hand, raising your eyebrow at him.
“Yes because I’m a civilized human being.” He scoffed, setting the plate down and dipping a fry in the drink wasting no time in eating it afterwards.
“I’m sure you are, that’s why you’re here right now.” You followed suit, surprised a bit by the contrast of the fries saltiness and the ice cream. All in all though, it wasn’t half bad.
“Then why are you here right now?”
“Because I’m a civilized human being too,” You took another fry, munching on it now rather annoyed, “And life is expensive. Grave shifts pay a lot more than day shifts; and since my sleep schedule is already fucked, why not earn some more cash?”
“I felt that,” He nodded along, and by how evident his exhaustion was, you knew he actually sympathized with you, “I still have about two more hours of work to go.”
“I’m hearing you’ll need another coffee to go?” The grin that grew on his face made it almost impossible to fight the blood rushing to your cheeks.
“I think you’re just playing into my bad habits now.” He grabbed another fry except this time he dipped it in your drink because he already finished his own, not that you minded though. You just found it odd how the two of you were already so comfortable with each other despite being complete and utter strangers. “But yes, a coffee to go sounds lovely.”
“Don’t worry about the extra expenses, this one's on the house.”
He chuckled a little and shook his head, “Aren’t you going to get in trouble for all this stuff being “on the house”?”
“What the company doesn’t know, won’t hurt them.” You went to make him another coffee, going as far to put creamer and sweetner in it after noticing what a sweet tooth he had, “Plus I’m just gonna blame it on Vernon anyways, I’m pretty sure he ditched his shift for the store across the street.”
“That’s pretty shitty of him.” Chan frowned at your coworkers nature and you shrugged, entirely used to your grave shifts with Vernon.
“Eh he does it almost every shift I work with him… one of his friends works the graveyard shift across the way too. They just fuck around the whole time, running between here and there.”
“So what I’m hearing is, that maybe, I should stop by a little more often so I could help you fuck around with them.” His smile was impish and you couldn’t help but smile back in delight, at the implication that you would get to see him once again. You liked Chan, and not just due to his pretty face, but because you could talk to him so easily. It wasn’t often a stranger showed up and dipped his fries in your milkshake and you still let him live.
“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” said as you grabbed his check, taking your time to scribble down your number on the phone with a little heart next to it.
“Tomorrow night?” He pushed himself off the seat and walked up to you at the register.
“Thursday. I’m off for a few days.” You replied, handing him his coffee and check as he handed you some money for the humble food you had given him.
“Thursday at 3 a.m. it is than. I’ll consider it a date.” He grinned as he looked at the back of the paper, raising it up for you too see your sloppy handwriting. “Really? What is this? A cliche fanfiction.”
“We’re literally in a Denny’s, flirting, well past midnight, you tell me.” He shook his head at you and walked towards the door, though he was never quite able to entirely face away from you.
“Fair enough,” The smile didn’t leave his face as he pushed open the door, the cold night air enveloping the warm atmosphere of the twenty four hour dinner, “See you thursday Y/n.”
“Can’t wait, Chan.” Your voice was breathless as you watched him leave, a stupid grin on both of your faces.
“Whatcha doing?” Minho asked, barging into your sewing room, followed by your seven other best friends and one boyfriend
“Guys! This room isn’t meant to fit 10 people at a time!” You yelled as they all crammed into the room to get a look at what you had been cooped up in the room all day for
“Hey! A llama!” Hyunjin exclaimed and picked up the stuffed toy on the desk next to you
“And a squirrel” Jisung added
“And fox?” Came jeongin
“A...mozzie...?” Changbin walked up to the table, following the four behind him
“A bear” Woojin smiled gratefully
“I bag the cat!” Minho came from behind the other eight
“A puppy!” Seungmin smiled as he turned from you to the table
“Wait-” Felix interjected, “Aren’t I the cat??”
“No, I just made you a koala” You replied, beginning to get annoyed at the constant voices “And how do you guys even know I made those for you?”
“You made these?” Hyunjin asked in awe “I thought they were store-bought!” He brought the llama closer to his face, eyeing the stitching
“That’s incredible!” Called Felix, picking up the koala
“Yeah but if you guys don’t get out right now I’m not letting you keep them!” You glared at them and, one by one, they delicately placed the toys back upon the table (being much more careful with them since they’d learned you made them yourself) and exited the room, all except Bang Chan.
“I’m the only one who doesn’t get one?” He whined, looking at the table of eight plushies
“What do you think I’m making?” You chuckled as Chan looked curiously to the sewing machine in front of you and the loose stuffing beside you
“You really are incredible, you know that?”
“I know” You smirked jokingly and Chan playfully rolled his eyes
“I guess you’ll want to be left alone?” Chan asked, learning from experience that if he was too talkative while you were sewing, you’d kick his ass out yourself
“Yeah” You chuckled “Tell the other boys to stay the hell out unless they want a knife to their throat too please” You added
“Will do” He smiled and walked up to you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving, shutting the door behind him
