poison candy challenge. b.chan.
est. relationship. reader x bang chan. in which chan indulges in a tiktok trend with you.
don’t ask where this idea came from, this trend has been all over my fyp and i just feel like chan would be so fun. this is also an in the spur of a moment post so… probably not the best lmao. everytime i do one of these i realize how chronically online i am- probably need to work on that 😬
bang certified simp chan.
the husband of all husbands.
the definition of i would quite literally walk on water if it meant getting to you faster.
he’s not the most tiktok savvy guy
so he’s not particularly up to date on the trends
he gives insta reels sending you a trend three years after it’s passed type of vibes.
which means it’s not a surprise that he has no idea what trend you’re talking about
“you wanna poison me?” followed by that endearing nervous laugh he does.
“no sit down ill explain in a second.”
you press down on his shoulder, guiding him to a seat and he’s more than willing to oblige.
this man would sit in fire if you asked him to.
so would i but you picked him 🙄 not salty. i get it 😒
he watches you wearily as you pour the skittles across the table, dotting the oak with colour.
you smile to yourself, offering no explanation as you prop up your phone, framing the two of you in its view.
you plop down beside him, barely settled before his arm slips around your waist, one hand finding its home on your thigh.
ignoring the tingling in your nerves that sparks whenever your boyfriend is within reach, you turn to face him.
“we each choose a sweet to be the ‘poison,’ then take turns eating the rest. whoever eats the poisoned one…dies.”
“okay… that sounds morbid hahaha. should i be monitoring what you’re watching?”
with a light tap to his chest, you turn away to start filming.
you reach for a sweet, only to pause upon realizing he’s still watching.
“turn around, you cheater!”
you reach over, gently nudging his face to the side, laughing as he lets out an exaggerated sigh and turns away. still, with his back to the table, you cover his eyes as an extra precaution.
with your free hand, you lean toward the table, eyes scanning the scattered sweets before settling on a green one right in the centre. you point to it, making a mental note to circle it in editing.
it’s Chan’s turn to pick, and your turn to face away. as you did, chan leans a hand back to cover your eyes, only he decides to be playful and clumsily rubs his palm all over your face.
laughing, he brushes the hair out of your face, then delicately places a palm over your eyes, kissing your cheek as an apology.
chan picks a red one on the far left side of the scatter, giggling quietly to himself as if this is the most exciting game he has ever played.
you turn back around, his hand falling to your waist again and giving a light squeeze.
leaning down to the edge of the table, you narrow your eyes, scrutinising the spread before you.
a crease forms in chan’s forehead as he frowns, gaze bouncing between you, the sweets and the camera.
the way i read that in his voice-
“trying to see if i can see any handprint residue on the skittles.”
chan’s mouth forms an ‘o’ shape before he bursts into loud laughter, curling into himself.
“are you a forensic? just pick one,”
“i don’t want to die, christopher.”
god forbid someone is thorough 🙄
abruptly sitting up straight, you pluck a yellow one from the right hand side and confidently pop it into your mouth.
chan watches you with a smile, his eyes dilated into the shapes of hearts.
when you turn to him, eyes big in expectation, his heart crumbles to dust and he can’t stop himself from grabbing your cheeks, plastering the biggest kiss to your nose
“you’re safe, my lovely forensic.”
throwing your hands up in victory, you cheer loudly.
chan is less thorough than you, deciding to just grab one and hope for the best.
he picks an orange one, the closest to you on the table and pops it into his mouth
you gasp, making him pause mid chew with wide eyes looking as if he’d just been caught red handed doing something he shouldn’t.
you relax with a grin. “no you’re safe.”
chan nudges you playfully. “why would you do that? i thought i was going to die.”
you remedy his hurt feelings with a sweet massage to his earlobe before leaning toward the table, steepling your fingers
the purple one draws your gaze, but you’re unsure so you glance back to try and gauge his reaction as you hand shifts over in that direction
realizing what you’re trying to do, chan cringes causing your hand to hover in mid air
he quirks a brow. “i can’t tell you that’s cheating.”
“okay? don’t you love me enough to stop me from making a life threatening mistake?”
i do. 🙋♀️ I DO! take me instead.
frowning, you turn away from him with a humph causing a grin to spread across his face.
you decide to bite the bullet, fingers plucking the purple one and shoving it into your mouth.
chan stretches out the silence, prolonging the moment as you swallow the skittle.
now you might be dramatic but you swear it tastes bitter as the flavour coats your tongue.
“i’m going to die arent i?”
you almost knock the chair over as you bounce in excitement, genuinely surprised.
“i am? i’m safe? really? i really thought that one was poison.”
chan laughs at your enthusiasm, suddenly overcome with cuteness aggression because there’s only you who could get this into a game revolving imaginary poison.
needing a release, chan squeezes your cheeks for a second before peppering several kisses to your chin before finally your lips.
your cheeks are flushed, eyeing the camera sheepishly while Chan searches for a safe sweet, completely unfazed.
you’re not sure whether he’s forgotten about the camera or whether he just doesn’t care, either way, you’re very much aware of it and can’t help but pat your burning cheeks.
chan’s hand grazes the green one you chose, and your heart lurches
but it comes to a sudden stop, filling you with disappointment as he picks the yellow one next to it
you really thought you had that win the bag.
“try not to sound too thrilled about me living.”
his sarcasm earns him a tug of the ear, making him yelp.
confident that you will win the next round, you don’t really think too much into the one you choose, grabbing the red one on the far left side.
popping it into your mouth, you hum at the flavour failing to notice that chan has frozen beside you
when he doesn’t move to pick one, you turn to face him and see that he’s watching you with his mouth slightly hanging open
you know when bentley rubbed his eyes after touching onion and chan was just 😧 yeah that’s what he looks like.
“why are you looking at me like that?”
chan rolls his lips together, ridding himself of the victorious smile.
“you just died,” he whispered.
your jaw drops. “I JUST WHAT?”
“you ate the poison one…”
the two of you just stare at each other, though with vastly different expressions.
you look like someone just stole your first born.
“you almost ate the poison one! why didn’t you grab the green! your hand GRAZED it!”
chan looks toward the camera.
“it’s like they’re still here. i can still hear them talking.”
glaring, you lean back into the chair with your arms folded over your chest.
chan finds himself — and your reaction — utterly hilarious as he scoops up a handful of the skittles and pops them all into his mouth at once.
mouth full, he throws his hands up and cheers in victory at his win.
“glad to see you’re celebrating the death of your beloved.”
chan’s grin never falters as he scoops you up into his arms, peppering your face and neck in kisses.
“my favourite little sore loser.”
“i almost won! you literally touched the green one!”
