or: hcs of exhusband!chan who is unable to move on.
a/n: Ill say it again, chan is cocky and annoying here 🤚🏻
•exhusband!chan who'd claim that he didnt want anything to do with you, but he'd text you random things, when you'd block him he'd resort to emailing you, and when you blocked him on that too he'd knock on your door, wondering why you blocked him.
"why are you here, Chris" you sigh, he was at your doorway again. it was a routine at this point. "I would've told you if you didnt have my number blocked.
another time, he'd barge in, the usual, "did you get my email?" he'd say with a smirk, yea. yea you did. the one where he sent you a video of him working out? you'd very much received that and even saved it, shortly before blocking him there too. "hmm no I didnt, I blocked you on there" you'd never give him the satisfaction of knowing you saw them, though.
•exhusband!chan who still calls you cute little pet names like "baby" or "sweatheart" as if you were still married.
•exhusband!chan who drops by your house every other day, striding in with a "whats for lunch today" as if he still lived there. it would turn into a bickering match (but you actually had two plates prepared in the kitchen because you know his antics)
•exhusband!chan who still keeps his wedding band on a necklace with him at all times, but he tucks it away under his shirt so you dont see it.
•exhusband!chan who still refers to you as his wife to coworkers and friends.
"havent you guys been divorced for a while now.." one of his friends, jeongin, would say after chan refered to you as his wife for the 3rd time during the conversation. "ex? pshh, shes still madly inlove with me" and jeongin would just nod along, still unconvinced. considering how bitchless chan has been since after the divorce, one would argue that chan is actually the one being loyal to you.
•exhusband!chan who would stalk you on a date, watching you laugh at a dinner "with some scum" (his words), then threaten your little date to leave you alone.
•exhusband!chan who would comfort you when said date dumps you (the guy was absolutely terrified who can blame him)
•exhusband!chan who'd teasingly say "when are we getting married again" and he's 100% serious.
a/n: smth short since Im working on 2 long fics rn ☹️
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it's 5:47 in the morning, so it's officially chan's birthday.
the sky is orange coloured as the sun starts to rise, not many clouds trying to hide it. chan is feeling a bit tipsy, his early birthday party wasn't something he couldn't handle but his mingyu hyung made him drink maybe two or three shots more than he should - i mean, it isn't everyday that your maknae completes 27 years old, so mingyu is forgiven.
still, chan has the biggest smile on his face. his sunglasses are hanging low on his nose, and he takes a deep breathe.
"should we get something to eat?", he asks you, turning to stare at you.
you're no better than him - your hair is a bit messy, your clothes aren't as straight as they were when you two arrived at the club last night, and there's no lipstick on your lips anymore, although there's still a faint sign of the color on chan's lips.
"yeah, of course", you agree, as you take your cellphone to snap some photos of the sunrise. "the sky is amazing today."
"of course it is, it's my birthday~", chan smiles, getting behind you to see the view from your phone too.
it looks beautiful, the streets aren't crowded yet as it's too early, so for a brief moment it's just you, chan, his hands resting on your hips, the sun shining in the sky, and the hangover none of you will be able to escape; a freaking good way to start your 27 years, if you ask chan.
personal trainer!chan who you have the biggest crush on ever since you layed your eyes on him. you definitely hadn't mentally prepared yourself on staying disciplined to a workout routine let alone having the finest man you've ever seen guide you to it.
personal trainer!chan who was stricter than you'd thought. the pleasantries you shared at first tricked you into thinking he'd be easy and flexible. but he made you start the hardest workouts on the get go.
personal trainer!chan who compliments your matching sets you come to the gym with. eyeing you up and down when they hug your curves so well.
personal trainer!chan who lets you have as many breaks as you want, often accompanying you and paying for whatever protein bars you get from the vending machine despite your protests.
personal trainer!chan who always gives you words of motivation and encouragement when you're in the gym. seeing progress in your figure, your workouts shaping your body the way you wanted.
personal trainer!chan who quickly got comfortable with..hands on training. always having his hand son you somehow, "fixing your posture". which you'd caught on the fact that its an excuse but enjoying the flutter in your stomach when he does it.
personal trainer!chan who takes all chances to showcase his strength to you, bench pressing more weight than you thought was humanly possible. another time insisting you sit ontop the leg press machine, impressing you when he easily lifts you with the weight he already had on.
personal trainer!chan who gets you a hot and bothered doing push ups shirtless, the light illuminating the sheen layer of sweat dripping from his body. the grunts and groans he's letting out filling your head with thoughts of what he can do to you.
personal trainer!chan who has you two do a late night workout session with only you two in the gym, you come in with your matching set and water bottle with a smile on your face, not a single thought behind those eyes on what he plans to do with you
personal trainer!chan who helps you stretch, maintaining eye contact with a hungry glint in his eyes, making you look away flushed.
personal trainer!chan who has you doing barbell squats. hand hovering near your ass and hips, insisting hes just "fixing your form"
personal trainer!chan who had you bent over the rack 5 minutes later, leggings ripped and panties shoved to the side. pounding you from behind as he held one leg up while you cried out his name
personal trainer!chan who’s got you bending in all types of positions, each one making your eyes roll back at the way he hits that spot deep inside you. “This is what we were practicing for, sweetheart.”
personal trainer!chan who even fucks you in the showers, palm on your mouth, muffling you noises as he fucks you against the wall.
personal trainer!chan who takes you home with him and fucks you some more, making you take him on his kitchen counter, his couch, his bed, then in his showers again. fucking you like he hated you but whispering how much of a good girl you are for taking him.
personal trainer!chan who surprised you by being bashful the next morning, finally asking you out on a date like a normal person.
pairing: chan x f reader
warnings: profanities, fwb, bad at feelings, unprotected intercourse (wrap before you tap!), idol au, idol chan x makeup artist reader
genre: explicit smut
word count: 3.9k
a/n: i didn't usually write idol au so writing this turned out to be a challenging experience for me (mainly bc i was kinda scared they're not giving idols vibes lmao) but it was fun nonetheless!! this was based off of a request i got on my insta but aside from that, i was also heavily inspired by skz's I Like It and that one vid of chan lifting 160 kg bar.... heheheh....
(this fic was originally posted on my insta @cattoleeno)
“He’s been talking about you.”
Felix’s eventual grin was a triumph of his prowess on seeing past your silence that you thought was a sufficient attempt at keeping your emotions from surfacing beyond your pounding heart. But in his defense, he had not referred to anyone in particular and yet you didn’t bother to ask who he was talking about, as if there wasn’t anyone else who would be talking about you.
Sometimes silence tells more than words ever will, Felix thought. That, or he could easily hear your heart thumping uncharacteristically fast within your ribcage in the quiet of the dressing room.
“He’s bulking and been trying lifting weights these days,” he added, eyes slid close as you brushed the last layer of a dark eyeshadow on his lids. “I wonder where the drive comes from, even he got Changbin a little intimidated but, phew, you gotta see his arms.”
You knew what he was doing. The boy always makes a big fuss of the simplest occurrences he stumbles upon while you’re doing his makeup. Oftentimes it would lead you to share your own predicaments you haven’t even told your closest ones yet, and he was always so giddy to be the first one to know. One time he tagged you on a post of himself and you posing weirdly in the mirror with a caption, yapping buddy.
But unlike the usual where you would actively comment on his chitchat show, you were not speaking this time apart from occasional hums and nods. Your lips were sealed shut. Your hands kept working.
Upon realising he wouldn’t acquire the information through a slip of tongue, his frustration then revealed itself in the form of a long sigh in surrender. “Chan missed you.”
You almost snorted, and for the first time since Felix had arrived to get his makeup done, you decided to entertain him. You bent down and stroked the brush where his lids needed the last touch of glitters. “You’re his owl now?”
“No,” he admitted, “he didn’t ask me to tell you anything but he wouldn’t stop talking about you my ears would actually be bleeding in the long run,” he glanced at the door through the the mirror where a staff had trotted in with a heap of navy robes in arms, so thick that only half her face was visible. His tone went lower at the additional presence in the room, barely a whisper, “you’ve yet to write nor call him back. What’s up?”
The staff put down the robes on the couch in the corner alongside a neat pile of blankets prepared for when the members needed a nap. She flashed you a smile before pressing her phone against her ear and speaking to someone on the other end of the line.
You leaned back to inspect Felix’s face, making sure the eye makeup was symmetrical. “We are not a couple and I’m not obliged to contact him back, that’s what’s up.”
Felix frowned, “yet.”
Maybe you had to be a little daring with the label; fuck buddies, friends with benefits, stress relievers, all that but a mere ‘not a couple’ because Felix always seemed to think that whatever you had with Chan now was solely a phase before an actual relationship. But shit, fuck buddies sounded bitter in your head, and it wouldn’t taste any sweeter on your tongue.
Your laugh was sour, “I’m not crossing the line.”
Felix’s lips twitched, ready for a confrontation but… speak of the devil.
The dressing room was suddenly boisterous with more staff and the other members swarming in. Sparkly, monochromatic garments that were priorly organised on the rolling racks were taken away into a bigger dressing room next door by the stylists, your makeup assistant sat some of the members down at the vanity and started working on them, while some other staff were busy moving things here and there to make room for a makeshift, temporary snack table.
Seungmin said something to Changbin that made the older put him in a headlock before they both were dragged away for makeup. Jisung was showing Minho a newly released anime. Hyunjin was playing with Jeongin’s hair while a stylist was trying to adjust a silver necklace around the taller’s neck.
And the last one to step inside as usual, was Chan.
The last member to be dolled up would usually make the most of the extra time to nap but Chan, ever so sleep deprived, was already slipped into his stage outfit.
Givenchy had sent their latest fall-winter collection exclusively for him. The stylist had picked out a dark, puffy top for the first performance which they forthwith altered, cutting the sleeves off to conveniently emphasise his well-built upper half particularly his arms that seemed to to have gotten a lot more muscular than you’d remembered. Paired with his newly dyed jet black hair, it was hard not to look.
A stylist assigned to the leader was on her knees when you sneaked a glance through the mirror. She was tucking the hem of his black cargo pants into the ankle of his Rombaut high boot, a black leather band dangling around one of her wrists.
Felix furtively nudged your hip with an elbow to swerve your attention back to him, face contorted into a restrained sneer at your umpteenth attempt at having a glimpse of his leader’s figure through the mirror. He mouthed, “told you.”
He was talking specifically about the arms. It was embarrassing that you so quickly caught up on that.
Against your better judgement, you took another glance in the mirror and were met with a curious gaze and a dimpled smile. Your walls wobbled for a moment just like they always would at the sight of that smile. But you nailed your feet into the ground and held your walls steady until it was silent and they stood solid again.
You looked away and bent down to embellish Felix’s freckles with strews of sparkles.
If you listened closely maybe you’d hear a long, disappointed sigh in the air.
After fixing the final sweeps of a nude gloss on Felix’s cupid bow, there came Seungmin and Jeongin who filled you in with all the horror stories from the old dance practice room. Most of which you had already heard from Felix who was an absolute coward when it comes to ghosts. You listened intently and laughed with them regardless, ignoring the way a particular pair of dark brown eyes steadily observing nearby.
But after all the youngers tailed behind their manager to a dressing room next door where everyone else had gathered to put their outfits on, it was suddenly so quiet. You didn’t realise almost all of the staff except one had left to make ready for the show one last time before the arena’s doors were finally allowed to open.
Too quiet. Except for a muffled commotion coming from the adjacent room, mostly Jisung who was arguing with someone again, Minho’s siren warm up ritual, and Hyunjin’s head-splitting giggles at something Changbin might be doing to him.
You pivoted around the vanity to arrange the palette for the last person on your list, and you could feel his gaze secured on you.
“Here, let me,” Chan politely offered a hand to take the arm band from the stylist when she was adjusting its length, “I think the others will appreciate an extra hand next door.”
Glancing at her watch, she easily agreed and scuttled away.
Chan scanned out the corridor, greeting a staff member on her way to the room at the end of the hallway, before gently closing the door when there was no longer anyone around.
You didn’t miss the sound of the door locking.
There were barely any exchanges the entire time he was sitting at the vanity while you were working on his makeup. His hands, however, had a hard time keeping still as they were roaming around, stroking playful caresses across your thighs and skimming further up beneath your skirt where they kneaded the soft globes of your ass.
“You were staring.”
“Hm?”
Chan repeated, “you were staring when I came in.”
“I was,” you admitted, “like I was looking at everyone else when they came in.”
“Mm, yeah?” He severed his back from the seat, lips barely brushing against your earlobe. You had just swept a pop of colour on his cheeks but you were the one who got red on the face. Unfair. He nipped at your earlobe, “did you look away when they stared back?”
A couple more brushes on his cheeks outwards to blend the blush. You tried to ignore the way his plump lips persistently kissed the side of your neck with a dry chuckle, “would’ve looked like a creep if I didn’t.”
“I missed you,” Chan leaned back in his chair again, the smile never left his face. “You were awfully quiet.” The lack of mere hello’s when you had seemed to be pretty comfortable talking to the rest of the members but him, he meant.
Your palm was on his shoulder as a small brush swept its way across his eyebrow, trying your best to keep it gentle despite the abrupt snap somewhere in your chest. The first remark felt way different on his tongue than them on Felix’s.
You snorted playfully, “well it’s not appropriate to scream, is it?”
A pair of crooked dents on his cheeks came into view as he grinned cunningly at a memory flashing in his head, “you did when we messed around the last time at—”
A slap on his chest. Hard. But he giggled at the embarrassment dispersing across your cheeks in red. Your eyes widened at him and lips jutted out in a disapproved look, momentarily gazing up at the closed door. A group of people had just walked by by the sounds of their hasty treads outside.
Chan peered up at you, hands kneading your ass again, “we almost got caught the last time ‘cause you didn’t have my fingers in your mouth to tone down your beautiful moans. I made you feel so good you couldn’t—”
A stinging slap on his shoulder. He winced in pain this time, although the stupidly sweet grin was unwaveringly plastered on his face. You couldn’t be more annoyed.
“Might consider moaning your full name for everyone to hear next time.”
It was an empty threat and you both knew that. You wouldn’t possibly be so stupid to risk your job only to wipe that wicked smile off of his face, no.
His hand slipped further south, pulling you by the thigh to stand closer between his legs. “So you do want a next time.”
You rolled your eyes with a scoff but he stroked the back of your thigh almost too fondly you could’ve melted if you hadn’t been there for work. He grinned, “I’ll be all ears though.”
You carried on with your work, ignoring the heightening heat in your abdomen that came with his playful teasing and touchy hands. But it didn’t help that he also looked insanely attractive in the fit.
You definitely had issues. Because it was probably the hundredth time the stylists had picked out sleeveless top for his stage outfit, and you had certainly seen so much more than his bare arms, yet it still affected you like it was the first time.
As if sensing that you were almost done once you placed the eyeshadow palette back onto the dresser, he pulled you back to sit on his lap, burying his face on your chest. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I missed you.”
Your hands found their place on his head to play with his hair. Sometimes you wanted to ask why he almost never wore his natural curls on the stage. You liked his curls. A little too much, even. “Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”
His words were a little muffled against your shirt, maybe his makeup would stain, “I locked the door.”
“I noticed,” you cackled, tearing yourself away from him and beginning to organise your stuff back into their respective cases. “But if you missed my ass and cunt you’ll need to wait ‘till we get back to your dorm. We’re not gonna ruin your makeup.”
Chan winced at your words. At the first few words, specifically.
He didn’t say anything but his hands once again found you.
Apparently Felix hadn’t been joking when he said Chan was into lifting weights as of lately, but the effortless cradle of his arms beneath your ass as he hauled you up onto the dresser still had you gasp in surprise. You almost forgot about the leather arm band he had taken from his stylist earlier, until it was dangling precariously in between his thumb and forefinger right before your face.
“Will you do the honours?”
With a raised brow you took the accessory and pulled his left arm closer, “you just need an excuse for me to touch you.”
He grinned, “mm, you caught me.”
The whole time you were adjusting the arm band around his bicep in silence, the whole time he was studying your face in silence. Without looking up, you scoffed, “now you’re the one staring.”
He hummed, “it’s hard not to when you’re so pretty.”
Your nose scrunched, unimpressed. You made the grip of the arm band slightly tighter than it should be but if Chan felt pain, it was only a miniscule compared to an abrupt nudge of your palm against the bulge in his pants he wasn’t even aware of. “I’m only pretty when you need a stress reliever,” you chuckled, back flush against the mirror and eyes affixed to his own, “so tell me what I can do to make you feel better without ruining your makeup. I’m not redoing that.”
Chan sighed. Every ounce of mischief that had gleamed in his face melted away along with his playful grin. Words at the tip of his tongue, but all that was let out was another sigh.
You weren’t left waiting for too long. His lips found their place on your neck as he ground his crotch against your clothed cunt. His growing bulge fondled where you felt most sensitive, and from how wet your panties already were, he knew he wasn’t the only one getting aroused in the room.
“You can make me feel good, yeah,” he sighed, detaching his face from your neck and rolling your skirt further up, “just stay still and look pretty, I’ll do the work.”
It sent the butterflies in your stomach going haywire more than you would ever want to admit, so you kept a straight face and pulled him close as he unbuckled his belt. You hoped the dresser was sturdy enough to provide not only your weight but a bit of extra pressure in the near future.
“Are you on the pill? I don’t have—”
The desperation that reflected through the immediate nodding even before he finished his sentence would have definitely gotten you in an endless circle of teasing if he weren’t just as desperate. Instead, “fuck,” he grunted, lips seeking for a certain spot below your ear he knew so much would send you otherworldly bliss. All while his fingers tugged at your wet panties to the side as he blindly guided his length to align with your awaiting entrance.
He wanted to keep sucking at your weak spot to distract you from the imminent pain that came with penetration, but it felt too good for him too that he eventually peeled his mouth away from your neck and rested his forehead on your shoulder with ragged breaths. “You feel so fucking perfect. So pretty and perfect.”
It was slow for the first few thrusts, hands roaming around to feel the other’s body, occasional kisses along the skin of the other’s neck, but never close enough to where your lips were. I missed you too, you wanted to tell him, but words of affirmation and feelings and emotions were only reserved for a committed relationship. Which you both lacked.
“Haven’t worked out in two days.” Chan grunted in between thrusts that gradually increased in pace.
What you didn’t expect was being lifted up off of the dresser, forcing your arms to involuntarily wrap around his neck and hold on.
The next thing you knew, a cold wall was pressed against your back and how deep his length was buried inside you in that position. You mewled when he started to pound into you again, face buried in your neck, planting marks all over the skin down your collarbone.
He spread your thighs further apart, nailing you onto the wall. The hands on your thighs smothered down to your ass again, gripping the plump flesh so hard you were sure there would be bruises the next morning.
He pulled away, lustful eyes burrowing into yours.
Your hooded eyes struggled to keep open, devouring the hypnotising sight of Chan fervid on relieving his needs. The sleeveless vest earned you a sinful view of the muscles and veins bulging along the surface of his biceps as his arms held you up. The leather band around one of his upper arms taunted you with its tight grip that made the bulges of his muscles all the more prominent. Beads of sweat ran down the side of his face before they dripped onto your thighs. He was godly.
How could you trade your feelings for such a beautiful, unholy sight…
“Keep looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
He thrusted particularly hard that knocked a whimper out of your throat, grinning, “like you’d devour me clean.”
Your chuckles came out breathlessly, “but I am devouring you.”
Another hard thrust drew a louder whimper out of you, and your nails dug into his shoulders. The sound of people walking back and forth outside the room was cue enough to bite back your moans, and when he found a spot that made you see stars and unintendedly moan, your palm slapped against your mouth for assistance.
Chan wasn’t too happy with your muffled whines. With only one hand and his hips pinning you up against the wall, his other hand pulled your hand off of your mouth, replacing it with his lips instead in a fervent kiss.
“Thought you said you wanna moan my full name for everyone to hear? Didn’t I say I’ll be all ears?”
“Fuck you.” But it sounded much gentler than you had intended to. “I’m not losing my job.”
You gasped at a particular sharp thrust, glaring at his triumphant grin. But then cold sweat ran down the back of your neck when you heard footsteps just at the other side of the door. The room wasn’t soundproof in the first place, but the way you could hear the footsteps so clearly made you all the more alarmed.
Chan on the other hand didn’t seem bothered and kept going.
“Chan… slow down…” you whined, chest painful from having to hold back the screams at the blazing strokes of his cock against your walls.
He slowed the pace, nose brushing against yours, “did I hurt you?”
You shook your head, panting, then settled your forehead down onto his shoulder.
Chan didn’t waste any more time and sped up again, catching you off guard. You let out an obscene cry in surprise, followed by a chain of moans at the pleasure as he was rolling his hips to get his cock hit every spot.
You were too lost, teeth dug into his shoulder, body limp and pliant, cheeks burning, ass stinging. You let him give you everything there was to offer to get you to your high.
Your legs trembled intensely when it happened, chest heaved and teeth left marks all over his shoulder that led to his own peak as well. He moaned in your ear when he finally released.
If Chan had been patient enough to wait until the event was over and he could sneak you into his dorm, you would’ve loved to stay in his arms a little longer after such an intense session. Unfortunately he loved risks.
“Get me down.” You demanded.
And he did as asked, although his protective hands still lingered around your waist knowing that your legs would most likely give out the moment your feet touched the ground. He wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t refuse either. You clung onto him as he sat you down on the sofa and began to clean you up.
When he looked up, you instantly frowned. His face twisted in concern, “what’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?”
You huffed, “you ruined your makeup.”
There wasn’t much to fix but a stain of lipstick whose shade didn’t match the one on his lips smudged messily around his mouth. Red and swollen, it almost looked like his lips were stung.
He was visibly relieved at your comment, however. “We still have time.”
Then, as he looked down at where his hand was mindlessly rubbing circles on your thigh, he mumbled, “you’re always pretty.”
“Hm?”
“You’re always pretty,” he repeated, looking up at you, “you’re not just a stress reliever if that was what you thought you were to me. You’re not only pretty when I need you like that, no.”
“No,” you hummed in agreement, “I’m a friend, too, and definitely your makeup artist.”
Chan wasn’t amused. “You know what I mean.”
You snickered, “you were the one suggesting to keep it casual, Chan.” The words hung in the air for a while before you added, “and I don’t mind. I like it this way.”
Maybe there was so little truth in what you had admitted but eventually you realised there was no harm in not putting any romantic labels to your relationship as he had suggested beforehand. It wasn’t like he would be able to reserve his attention on you if you were to end up romantically given his line of work that compelled him to allocate his focus on so many things at once. You weren’t sure if you could get used to being pushed back into the last on his list all the time so you thought, being romantically involved with him would have just wounded you and him more than if you pushed your feelings down.
The less your feelings get involved, the less you’d get your heart broken.
Chan stayed silent for a moment. Thoughts swam in the depth of his irises as they bored into yours. Then, “alright. We’ll keep it this way.”
He flinched at the gentle knocks on the door. How ironic that he was more affected at being caught when there was nothing to see in the room, but had been awfully confident when your moans were straight immoral. You giggled.
A familiar deep voice made through the thin board of the door. It was so clear that you could imagine Felix pressing his lips against the door to speak. “If you horny imbeciles are done, better get out now before the others realise you’ve been gone too long. And you’re expected for technical equipment check in like five minutes, Bang Chan, chop chop.”
Chan rose to his feet and offered you a hand. A smile slowly tugged at his lips, crooked and hesitant, “come, love, you kinda have to patch up my makeup.”
Vampire!Chan x human(?)!reader they're both idiots that's it
💌 a/n: since nobody asked for a mythical creature prompt yet...😔 (i swear binary numbers are easy) and because the 7thousand vampire chan fics on this app werent enough I bring you my version☆ also vampire pregnancies are a weird topic I wish I hadn't looked up online... but to each their own. Just don't ask too many questions, because I don't know either okay?
📌 warnings: a few lighthearted mentions of passing away, swear words, mentions of being reincarnated
💬 let me know your thoughts
✒️ wc: 2.5k ca
🏠 home
It had been almost 40 years... this is the longest you had taken to be reincarnated yet, because you wouldn't have chosen not to... no, it couldn't be.
Chan hoped you at least would get reincarnated somewhere closer to him, not like the last time when he had to fly to the other side of the planet in order to find you (and discover you spoke a totally different language, one he had not learned yet...).
But every time you two met it was love at first sight - for you. For him it was more like at 25th time? More or less...
This time something was different, he could tell it in him, however he couldn't quite pinpoint what was.
If only he knew...
A vampire and a human cannot have children? Right?
Wrong.
It's so rare, there was almost no medical literature about it. Until you were born.
Someone referred you as a "damphir", half vampire, half human, but your parents never liked talking about it, they were always evasive about certain topics. Instead they preferred that you kept quiet about your nature and hid it from everyone else, living an almost fully normal live, well integrated in human society. In a world were you would be considered "supernatural" and "horrific", you tried to keep your peace by acting like one of them, ignoring the weird renditions of your species in movies, books, games, etc...
Keeping your peace also meant not getting involved with anyone more than at a certain level, hanging out with friends was allowed, but sleepovers were a big NO. Don't get me started on dating.
Everything went smoothly until you accidentally met him.
You didn't go out at night with friends often, but the new bar opened in town, and everyone was going, and you couldn't always politely decline without being suspicious.
So there you were, tipsy playing truth or dare in a park close by with your friends all drunk out of their minds. Being half vampire had its perks, not talking about immortality, but the higher alcohol tolerance of course.
– "Did you know there's an abandoned place off to that side... they say vampires live there. Someone saw them!"
– "What are you 14? People go there to do drugs idiot, of course they see weird shit!"
While your friends bickered you could only shake your head.
'Bullshit... most vampires were either super rich and lived in penthouses in the city or they wouldn't let themselves be seen so easily.' You contemplated that as their voices faded behind your thoughts.
– "Okay! Then whose turn is it? Y/n! I dare you to go and explore by yourself!"
– "That's not how the game goes..."
– "Fine, I'll go. Don't look for me. I'll go home afterwards." You interrupted them, standing up and stretching out your arms. Finally an excuse to leave this tragically boring hang out. You would pass by the abandoned house, say hi to the high people, hoping they wouldn't try to stab you in the heart or something, and then be back to your bed. Perfect plan.
Your friends tried to stop you for approximately 5 seconds before getting distracted by a cat. So you took the opportunity to swiftly get away from them.
'Alright... so walk by the lake until you see the abandoned house, then continue until you reach the other side with the park gates..."
You walked and walked, until you saw a pretty nice building..? It seemed just renovated, with pretty flowers shining in the moonlight. Was this the abandoned house? Because it seemed like it was just built.
You walked a little closer, humming softly as you reached for one of the flowers. Before you could touch it, a figure appeared behind you.
– "You're back." The voice said with a hint of relief, almost like they recognized an old friend.
You jolted and turned around, staring at the man behind you with wide eyes. It took a moment to process before you screamed and flinched away from him, oh god the people on drugs were here to get you.
Chan's eyes widened too as he frantically looked around. Did you realize he was a vampire? Was his shirt stained? His teeth showing? You had not reacted so well in your past lives... he wanted to do it right at least this time.
– "Hello? Are you lost? I saw you in front of my house, but nobody really comes here unless they're lost..."
– "Uhhhhh..."
– "Did you hit your head? Are you hurt?"
He asked you so many questions, but you were already spiraling: you weren't in some abandoned place, you were trespassing in someone's property... and being rude... and he was... strangely attractive? How did a man, who looked not really older than you (or at least how old you were supposed to be), have such a big house in this park?
You were awaken from your thoughts by his touch on your shoulder: – "Would you like to come in? Do you have a phone?".
As soon as his words registered, you shook your head: – "No no, I'm fine. It's okay, sorry. I will be on my way. Nice flowers..."
Before he could reply you were already gone, the same way you came.
Part of him was overjoyed from finding you, or more like you accidentally finding him, but you seemed like you wanted nothing to do with him. Now what? Would you come back? This was even worse than the time you reincarnated into a vampire hunter, at least then you would actively come his way.
– "In the end... it's always you." He whispered to himself, of course you would be immune to his spells as usual, seeing through the apparent abandoned house that usually would deter most humans (those who still tried to enter would just pass out from the magic, giving him enough time to safely remove them).
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In this world and time no magic was as powerful as fate... or as algorithm.
– "Hyung I got banned from Tinder so I made a profile with your picture and name, hope you don't mind!"
450 years ago those words would've sent a person to the rogue, but times change, so Chan was just left to sigh and roll his eyes as Jisung scrolled on his phone in his living room. The younger vampire enjoyed spending his time pretending to be a rich university student from abroad to impress humans and get their numbers.
– "Who knows, maybe y/n is on here and will match you!"
That got his attention, but not for long. You were far too smart for those things.
– "No way it's that guy..." You mumbled to yourself. In a moment of boredom you decided to try out one of the dating apps, nothing serious, just for fun and maybe to pretend you weren't as antisocial as you thought. After countless weird chats and a few hundred scrolls left, your thumb faltered when you saw his face. There was no way that wasn't him. It had to be.
You of course scrolled right.
And now you just had to wait.
– "Damn you got so many likes in not even 20 minutes... wait! WAIT CHAN HYUNG!"
Jisung was suddenly by his side again, all but smashing his phone in his face: – "It's them! I TOLD YOU! I found them!"
Chan immediately took the phone and recognized you in a second: – "Han I don't know if I want to kill you or kiss you. Work your magic, I need a date."
And he got to work. They both sat on the couch after matching with you, staring at the phone on the coffee table like it might explode after sending a single "hey".
On the other side, you almost threw your phone in the air when you saw he had matched you: – "What am I supposed to say now..."
It took you almost a full hour to reply: "hello :) I think we must be soulmates or something eheh".
And Chan nearly lost all his 500 years of composure. Jumping up with his fists in the air.
Lo and behold, a date was settled.
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'Is something wrong?'
Both of you probably thought the same thing at the same time as you awkwardly stared at each other, sitting on both sides of a table at a famous cafè in town. Chan could've sworn you had always liked these sweet things, but now you were just drinking coffee?
You slowly blinked, looking around at all the other couples who were sharing smoothies with wipped cream and pastries that made your mouth fill with an acid taste only thinking about them.
But why was this man not eating? He seemed pretty adamant when he offered to meet at that place.
He cleared his throat: – "I'm sorry if it's not to your liking... I just got a pretty bad stomachache the other day and I don't want to risk it. But I still wanted to show you this cafè."
– "Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that... I have a weird... condition, yeah. I can't really eat sweets either. Well so what's your job?"
You wanted to die of cringe.
– "Uhm... I have a company."
And that's it?
...
......
– "Cool..."
– "You know it was my friend who put me on that stupid dating app, I would never do that. He's always bothering me! But you know... at my age you just let them do whatever they want, I'm done caring!" He said quickly with an embarrassed laugh as soon as the conversation got too quiet.
– "But aren't you just 27?"
...
......
– "Yeah..."
At the end you still exchanged phone numbers and promised to meet again.
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The second date already started better, he offered to go to the park near his house together for a walk.
He even brought a blanked to sit down in the shadow, since he said he didn't want to get sunburt, win win.
You were almost falling asleep when you heard him say something weird for the second time already.
He was gently playing with the ends of your hair: – "Just come on and recognize me already... You always make me wait so long, I'm desperate to hold you."
His voice sounded almost like he was in pain, was he talking to you?
You swallowed and opened you eyes: – "Chan... have we met already? Did I forget you? You keep saying these things..." You whispered to him.
He knew it. He had messed up. Now you would get weirded out by him. But he felt your hand gently reach for his: – "You sound hurt and I would feel guilty if it's my fault..." When you spoke like this his heart could only melt for you.
– "Y/n... I've not told you all the truth... and I'm really sorry, but please don't freak out. I'm a vampire and I know you already because we're soulmates."
He closed his eyes, waiting for you to leave, to scream at his face or cry in fear. But nothing came, no reaction.
When he opened his eyes again you were just staring at him like everything made sense for once.
– "You too?" You asked, making him scrunch his eyebrows.
– "What?"
– "I mean... I'm half, but same thing... no sun, no blood, no funny mirror selfies, you know?"
– "I'm sorry, what?"
You had to sit up and place your hands on his shoulders.
– "Chan. What is unclear?"
– "You're staying forever now?" He asked, his voice shaking as he reached to hold onto your arms, his fingers trembling.
– "I guess so... wait rewind you said we're actually soulmates?"
He didn't answer, he just hugged you tightly: – "Every damn time... You made me wait so long and it was just so frustrating to not have you in my arms, to see you go every time... every version of you I've loved with my whole heart. I'm glad someone heard my pleads and brought you to me forever."
You were shocked by his words and his devotion.
– "So this is crazy... You waited for me?"
– "Of course, I'm nothing without you." He replied, pressing his cheek to your hair. "And there's no way I'm letting you go now."
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It took a while to get used to being someone's soulmate, but everything really concretized when he brought you to his house and showed you a photo album of him and you? Not current you, but each one of your versions through the ages. With weird dresses and hairdos, but it’s always been you, your eyes, your smile.
That day you almost broke down in tears, holding Chan close as you felt so sad he had to see you leave so many times.
He tried to comfort you with funny stories of moments you shared together: like you apparently being a princess and having to sneak him inside the castle to hang out, or you chasing him with your bow when you were a hunter (not so funny in the moment), or the time when you used to be a singer and always tried to teach him.
– "I learnt music after you went away... I used it as a passtime. They're not the best, but I tried." He whispered and placed a cd in front of you.
* cue another hour of sobbing *
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– "You mean to tell me, both of us never noticed about each other's nature? We're both idiots."
You were currently lying down on his couch, your legs on top of his as you remembered your first meeting in this lifetime.
– "You don't really smell vampire... And I thought you were just a bit different than other times. But it was you so I didn't really pay attention." He shrugged, gently caressing your legs.
– "You weren't eating anything at the cafè, the blanket in the shadow... oh! And someone did tell me this house was inhabited by a vampire, but I never thought it was actually true..."
– "Right, about that: there is actually a spell casted to make this place look abandoned from the outside, but you've always been immune to these things. I just always lived here and didn't care enough to move."
You nodded, reaching to hold his hand: – "I'm glad you found me again, Chan..."
– "Don't say these things while you look at me like that..." He groaned.
He leaned down, close enough to make your heart beat faster.
Your eyes involuntarily moved to his lips and you knew he noticed too since they curved in a smile before he leaned down and kissed you.
In that moment everything shifted back into place, your lives were complete.
— a/n. i've been reviewing my old drabbles, and ta-da!!! i decided to make a third part of this bang chan's drabble to end it more properly. never thought i will make another part of it, to be honest. for those who hasn't the previous part, go check it!
a month. it had been a month since you’d sat on that cold grass, holding a brokenhearted chan as he mourned a love he thought was his destiny. a month since you’d swallowed your own aching heart, offering comfort while a secret hope, tiny but tenacious, began to unfurl within you. you'd spent the weeks since trying to maintain your distance, giving him space, but he seemed to cling to you more than ever. your usual hangouts continued, tinged with a new, fragile intimacy born from shared vulnerability.
today, you find yourselves back at your favorite spot on the university campus, under the shade of an old oak tree. the afternoon sun filters through the leaves, dappling the ground around you. chan is quiet, picking at a loose thread on his jeans. he hasn't mentioned jieun's name in days, a quiet progress that eases a fraction of the tension in your shoulders.
"you know," chan begins, his voice soft, "i've been thinking about what you said."
your breath catches, sharp and sudden. you pretend to be engrossed in tying a knot on your shoelace.
"about what?" you manage, your voice a little too high.
"about her. my soulmate." he looks up, a thoughtful, almost hopeful, expression on his face.
"you said she's everything i want her to be. and that she cares about me. and that she's closer than i thought." he chuckles, a genuinely light sound this time. "it's crazy, but... i feel like i've known her forever."
your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. fear, cold and sharp, clutches at your throat. this is it. the moment you’ve simultaneously longed for and dreaded.
does he know it was you? that's not possible, right? but, how does he know? what if he’s angry? what if he feels betrayed that you kept such a monumental secret? you risked everything for his happiness, and now... now that happiness might be tainted by your omission.
he turns fully to face you, his knee bumping yours. his gaze, no longer clouded by tears or confusion, is clear and piercing. he watches you, really sees you, for a long, silent moment. his eyes trace your features, the way you refuse to meet his gaze, the nervous tremor in your hands.
"you know how you always zone out, staring at couples?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the buzzing in your ears. "and how you told me about seeing the strings? and you wouldn't tell me about mine and jieun's..."
his eyes finally drop to your fourth finger, then slowly, deliberately, he reaches out. his thumb brushes against your own fourth finger, where your red string originates. you can feel the faint, invisible tug between you, a silent confirmation that has always been there, just for you to see.
"and," he continues, his voice rough with dawning realization, "you said she's closer than i thought. and you said... 'you're right' when i said she sounds like someone i know." his eyes snap back to yours, wide with understanding, with something akin to wonder, and yes, a touch of bewildered hurt. "it's... it's you, isn't it?"
your carefully constructed walls crumble. the tears you've been holding back for years, for months, for this very moment, finally spill over. you can only nod, a tiny, jerky movement, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for his reaction, for the anger, the rejection, the accusation.
"n-no, chan," you stammer, shaking your head despite the tears, trying to deny the truth your heart is screaming. "that's... that's not possible. that's funny, i can't be—" the words feel weak, hollow. you want to pull away, to run from the weight of this revelation.
he reaches out, his hands gently cupping your face, forcing your eyes open to meet his.
"hey," he murmurs, his voice soft, steady, full of a reassurance that surprises you. "look at me. it's okay."
"but... i kept it from you," you whisper, shame burning through you hotter than the tears. "i didn't tell you. i watched... i watched you with her, and i knew."
"and i was blind," he finishes for you, his thumb brushing away a tear. "i was so focused on what i thought i wanted, i didn't see what was right in front of me. it doesn't matter that you knew. it only matters that we know now."
there's no anger, only a profound softness in his gaze. "all this time," he murmurs, his voice a disbelieving whisper, "it was you."
he slowly lowers his hands from your face, but instead of pulling away, his fingers intertwine with yours, a gentle, firm clasp. his thumb begins to trace patterns on your skin, a silent conversation passing between you. his gaze is steady, earnest.
"i... i don't know what this means, exactly," he admits, his voice a little shaky, "not yet. my heart's still a mess from... everything. but," he squeezes your hand, a tangible reassurance, "i want to figure it out. with you. i want to see where ourstring leads, [Your Name]. if you'll let me."
you look down at your joined hands, then back up at his hopeful, vulnerable eyes. the summer rain you always dreamed of isn't a storm of passion, but a quiet, steady drizzle of promise. it’s a shared breath, a tentative beginning, wrapped in a fragile, blooming hope.
in that moment, as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, you realize the red string of fate isn't just about destiny. it's about the journey, the quiet moments, the unspoken understanding, and finally, the courage to see what was always there. your string, always tied to his, had simply been waiting for him to finally see it. and you, to finally accept that sometimes, the greatest love is the one that was there all along, waiting for the right time to unfurl.
A young, royal elf prince- stripped from his identity. After the heir to the throne of the elf kingdom, Chan, got changed from an elf to a vampire, his entire life felt like a nightmare. But it wasn’t when the witch who turned him seemed to have a change of heart and they started working together. Can these two different souls work together and fight with each other? Or will they rip their throats out and be left alone to fight against the darkness on their own…?
Tags: enemies to lovers, vampire!chan, witch!oc, original character, fantasy world, angst…
CW: Chan falls for reader at first sight, simp Chan, reader is a stay and a confident flirt, reader is not a korean but loves Korea, a typical soulmates meet soulmates plot.
Prologue :
The sky was painted in a magnificent golden hue, casting a warm glow across the landscape as onlookers eagerly captured this fleeting moment through their camera lenses, trying to preserve the ethereal beauty of the afternoon. In the gentle, solemn breeze that swept through the area, carrying away the accumulated stress and worries of the day's earlier tribulations, there were undoubtedly those who gazed ahead with hope and anticipation for what tomorrow might bring. Among these contemplative souls was him.
He occupied a weathered park bench, his watchful eyes moving from person to person as they passed by, while he remained partially hidden beneath the protective shield of his well-worn baseball cap and familiar black face mask.
Nestled in his slightly trembling hand was a perfectly prepared cup of iced latte, its condensation slowly dripping down the sides, yet not a single sip had passed his lips. His constant, anxious glances between his phone and the untouched beverage spoke volumes about his anticipation, suggesting he was waiting for someone's arrival.
The minutes stretched into hours until finally, with a heavy sigh, he rose from his seat and made his way to the nearest garbage can, reluctantly disposing of the drink that had been his companion through the wait. For a long moment, he remained motionless before the bin, his eyes fixed on the slowly spreading puddle of spilled coffee as if searching for answers in its caramel-colored depths.
Eventually, shoulders slumped in resignation, he turned and walked away, each step weighted with disappointment.
It was his sanctuary, his cherished retreat, primarily because in this particular corner of the city, he could blend seamlessly into the crowd without drawing attention. The anonymity of the place wrapped around him like a comfortable blanket, allowing him to shed the weight of public recognition, if only for a few precious moments. Everyone within these walls remained absorbed in their own worlds - some furiously typing away at laptops, others engaged in hushed conversations over steaming cups, and a few simply lost in thought while gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows. The beverages served here weren't just good; they were crafted with genuine care and attention to detail that made each sip worth savoring. Over time, his consistent visits had fostered a quiet understanding with the staff members, who came to know him by his distinctive appearance and unwavering order preference. They affectionately dubbed him the "hoodie smoothie" - a nod to his perpetual ensemble of a black hoodie, well-worn baseball cap, and face mask, paired with his invariable order of a smoothie. Not once had they glimpsed the face concealed beneath that black mask, and he preferred to maintain that mystery, almost always requesting his order to go.
On this particular day, which had started like any other, he found himself seeking refuge from the demanding atmosphere of the studio. His feet carried him automatically toward the café, his attention fixed on his phone screen as he navigated the familiar path without conscious thought. His mind was completely immersed in crafting lyrics for his latest musical endeavor, mentally arranging words and rhythms. Then, without warning, it happened..
BAM!
The unexpected impact sent him stumbling backward, forcing him to take two unsteady steps to regain his balance. Instinctively rubbing the spot on his chest where the collision occurred, he lifted his gaze to meet hers.
…..
Your third day in Seoul, and the surreal nature of your situation hadn't diminished in the slightest. Here you were, walking the very streets that had populated your dreams every night since turning eighteen. Everything around you seemed to align with perfect precision, almost suspiciously so.
The words escaped your lips in a quiet murmur as you made your way down the street, having just spent several delightful hours in a café that seemed tailored to your exact preferences. "I swear to God if something goes wrong," you whispered, your voice tinged with both excitement and apprehension. The café had captured your heart instantly, matching your aesthetic sensibilities and atmosphere preferences to an almost uncanny degree. Yet that very perfection made you increasingly wary, wondering when the other shoe would drop.
BAM!
Your forward momentum was abruptly halted by something. Or rather, someone.
A soft groan escaped your lips as you tenderly touched your head, gradually raising your eyes to encounter what appeared at first to be just a dark silhouette. Squinting slightly, you found yourself unconsciously conducting a careful inspection of the stranger's form, your gaze traveling upward until it finally met his eyes. In that moment, an inexplicable warmth bloomed within you as those eyes transformed into gentle crescents - he was smiling.
…
The smile that crossed his face was entirely spontaneous, catching him off guard. As he continued his journey toward the café, he mentally chastised himself for the involuntary reaction. While smiling was certainly the polite response in such situations, and something he did regularly, he couldn't explain why this particular stranger - who had been studying him with such obvious curiosity that it should have made him uncomfortable - struck him as endearing.
She possessed a youthful energy, her outfit a carefully curated combination of acid-washed baggy jeans paired with a sophisticated grey cropped cardigan layered over a crisp white tank. Her foreign status was immediately apparent in her bearing and expression. Making a rough estimate, he placed her age somewhere in her early twenties at most. His thoughts circled in conflicting directions: 'The audacity of her to examine me so openly,' he mused, immediately followed by, 'and why does she manage to look so charming while doing it?' He forced himself to mentally shake off these thoughts, concluding that perhaps this was a sign he needed to resume dating, if random encounters with strangers were affecting him this strongly.
"One pineapple smoothie?"
The familiar voice effectively derailed his meandering train of thought as the staff member greeted him with his standard order. He acknowledged the greeting with a grateful nod and smiled beneath his protective mask.
Among the staff, Hye-in held the distinction of being the first to recognize him as a regular customer. He had memorized not only his preferred order but also his typical visiting schedule. Their interactions had never ventured beyond courteous greetings, and Hye-in had never seen his complete face or engaged in extended conversation. However, he had intuited that his customer held some celebrity status and respectfully maintained his distance. Chan, in turn, would specifically ask after Hye-in whenever he wasn't present. Their relationship evolved one quiet night during a late shift when they finally conversed beyond simple pleasantries. Chan revealed his identity, and Hye-in solemnly promised to maintain his secret. This understanding formed the foundation of their unique dynamic.
As he handed over the freshly prepared smoothie, Hye-in leaned slightly across the counter and spoke in hushed tones, "You know, hyung, the more I observe, the more I notice that your eyes are quite distinctive - you might want to be more careful about that. Some fans have incredibly sharp attention to detail."
…..
And when it came to attention to detail, you certainly qualified.
When you both had prepared to go your separate ways, he had offered an apology - the sound muffled by his mask but crystal clear to your ears, trained by countless hours of watching his content. Your fan account hadn't been maintained just for show; you knew his voice intimately. Your heart performed an elaborate gymnastics routine in your chest as you watched his retreating figure.
Your already perfect life had just ascended to an entirely new level of perfection.
You were 20 when you discovered the band, each member leaving an indelible mark on your heart. They weren't just performers - they were a harmonious blend of raw talent, infectious energy, and otherworldly charm that seemed to transcend ordinary boundaries. As you immersed yourself deeper into their world through countless videos, interviews, and performances, you found yourself forming an inexplicable connection not just with the members, but with their hometown and culture. In your moments of solitude and uncertainty, they emerged as a beacon of light, transforming into more than just artists - they became your sanctuary, your source of joy, your escape from reality's mundane challenges.
Through countless nights, you channeled your inspiration into writing stories that captured their essence, crafting intricate narratives that brought your imagination to life. Every new photo shoot became an event to celebrate, sharing your excitement with a vibrant community of fellow fans who understood exactly how you felt. Those precious moments of connection and shared enthusiasm became the foundation of lasting friendships.
That chapter of your life had led you here, standing in the heart of Seoul, where your dreams had taken tangible form.
Though your once-active fan account now lay dormant, years of cherished memories remained safely tucked away in your heart. The magic of those days felt distant yet familiar - until fate decided to orchestrate an encounter that would bring your past rushing back to life, materializing one of your treasured idols right before your eyes on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon.
....
The pre-dawn hours stretched endlessly as he reclined in his chair, searching for elusive inspiration. Songwriting had always come naturally to him, but this assignment felt different. The challenge from his members echoed in his mind - create lyrics about pure, unfiltered love, something deeper than his usual themes of Connection or Railways
Exhaustion weighing heavily on his eyelids, he surrendered himself to the possibility that inspiration would hit him.
Hit him.
Hit him.
His thoughts drifted involuntarily to those captivating brown eyes that had scanned him with such intense curiosity. He recalled every detail with startling clarity - the way two rebellious strands of black hair had escaped her bun, framing her face like an artistic composition. The delicate pink tint of her lips formed a perfect contrast against her skin. Her figure was striking, the white tank top accentuating her curves in a way that made his breath catch. Her waist appeared so delicate that his arms ached to encircle it, while her strong thighs-he would readily be crushed by them.
His eyes flew open in sudden awareness.
The realization struck him - how had every minute detail of her appearance imprinted itself so vividly in his memory?
Fighting against the direction of his thoughts, he forced himself to begin his morning routine, determined not to let his imagination run wild about someone who would surely remain just a fleeting encounter. Yet a small voice in his mind whispered - or would she?
..
While waiting for his order, he found himself scanning the café's interior. His gaze wandered aimlessly until it locked with a familiar pair of brown eyes that were already studying him intently.
Her smile illuminated her entire face as she gestured questioningly about his to-go order. He nodded in confirmation, only to be surprised when she responded with their group's signature greeting. The realization dawned on him with crystal clarity.
She knows.
Yet instead of making a scene, she simply offered another warm smile before returning her attention to her laptop screen.
As he prepared to depart, he lingered by the doorway, stealing one final glance in her direction. She remained completely absorbed in her work, occasionally catching her lower lip between her teeth in concentration. Something about that simple gesture stirred emotions he hadn't experienced in what felt like forever.
Though he should have left fifteen minutes ago, he found himself settled in one of the outdoor café chairs, waiting for... something. Through the glass doors, he continued watching her table, while she remained blissfully unaware of his attention. That is, until she stepped outside to answer a phone call.
He observed, mesmerized, as she conversed in an unfamiliar language, her entire being animated with expression. The way she rested one hand on her hip, the animated gestures that accompanied her words, and the breathtaking moment when she removed the pin from her bun, releasing a cascade of silk-like hair that flowed down to her hips. The glossy black strands caught the light perfectly, appearing impossibly smooth and straight. He couldn't tear his gaze away - not until she finally turned and caught him staring.
With measured, confident steps, she approached him, a smile playing at her lips. He rose to his full height as she drew near, finding himself enveloped in the subtle scent of her baby powder shampoo as she invaded his personal space. Looking up at him through long lashes, she smirked before murmuring, "Just because you dress like a ninja doesn't mean you are one, Mr. Bang. Quit staring," before turning to leave.
He managed to find his voice, though it came out shakier than intended. "Your name?"
Pausing with one hand on the door, she glanced back over her shoulder. She answered with a playful wink, leaving behind a very flustered Chan.
