It was a normal day. You had just finished work and was off to meet your best friend Chan. This was a normal day for you, the same routine for the past couple years, when you finished work you would walk over to Chan's place for a catch up and sometimes dinner. You had known Chan since you moved to the city, the boy instantly became connected to you and made you feel supported.
But what you didn't know about were his dark intentions and thoughts. Chan instantly fell for you the moment he met you, he thought it was love at first sight. But he never went for it. At first he was shy about it, but over time those thoughts and feelings grew, and he always felt especially jealous when you spoke to other males. He wanted to whisk you away from them, but was just waiting for the right time to do it. If he rushed, he could lose you forever.
So when you arrived at Chan's place, only to see his younger brother Felix leaving and the way you hugged the younger boy, Chan's jealousy rose. He was practically green.
"Hey it's great to see you!" Felix exclaimed cheerfully as he hugged you.
"Likewise, bud. How are things?" You asked.
"Great I-"
"Yeah he's great and was just leaving."
You looked at Chan, to see him leaning in the doorway of his apartment. His arms crossed as he looked at you, a stone cold expression on his face. You felt confused, why was he being so cold suddenly?
"I'll text you later. Don't stay too long." Felix whispered before he left.
You watched as he walked down the hall, a sudden confusion hit you at his words, why wouldn't you stay too long? You then turned back to Chan, the sudden coldness was gone, the warm Chan was back, he smiled sweetly at you and moved out the way, letting you into his apartment. You wasn't sure if to ask him about what Felix said or not.
"How was work, darling?" He asked sweetly.
"It was the same old." You answered plainly.
"Of course it was. Well I ordered some food and it should arrive any moment, I got your favourite~" He sang.
"Sounds good. While we wait I have a question." You said, taking a seat on the sofa.
"Ask away, babe." He said, sitting next to you.
"Why were you so rude to Felix just now?" You asked.
Chan looked at you blankly before laughing. Yes, he laughed. As if you just told a joke.
"Oh your so funny, I wasn't rude to him. It's just brotherly love." He said, defending himself.
"No, you were rude." You responded.
Chan stopped laughing and looked at you again. This time, you saw a dark glimmer in his eyes.
"I just told you, sweetheart, I wasn't rude, he was leaving anyways." He said, a visible change in his tone of voice.
You felt your blood run cold at his dark tone. Chan had never spoken to you like that before. Weirdly enough, there was a small part of you that liked it.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You knew it was the food. Chan got up to go collect it, giving you a moment alone to think. It wasn't long enough to think about much as Chan soon arrived with the food, a smile on his face.
"You okay?" You asked softly.
"Of course, let's eat." He answered.
With that, you two both started to eat. You were happy Chan remembered your favourite food and ordered it for you. You quietly ate and watched the TV, when suddenly, your phone rang.
"Hello?" You called as you picked up the phone.
"Y/n, are you still with Chan?" It was Felix.
"Uh yeah, we're just eating." You told him.
Chan looked at you with a dark expression, his now empty plate placed on the side table.
"Hang up." He mouthed to you.
"Y/n get out now. I'll explain later but you need to leave, Chan's crazy!" Felix exclaimed down the phone.
"What are you tal-"
Your phone was suddenly taken out of your hand and thrown across the room. You looked at Chan in shock.
"I told you to hang up." He said with a chuckle.
"You....You just threw my phone!" You shouted in shock.
"You should have listened, darling~" He said.
"I was trying to listen to Felix!" You exclaimed. Big mistake.
"Felix this, Felix that. What about me!" He shouted.
You looked at him. What about him? When you didn't reply, Chan scoffed and shook his head.
"Do I really have to break it down, sweetheart? Your mine. I don't like when you talk about or to Felix, or another man in general. Your mine! You were made for me!" He exclaimed.
"I'm your friend, Chan. You can't own me." You said. Mistake number two.
Chan chuckled darkly. He thought you were so funny. He knew he would have fun breaking you.
"Oh sweet Y/n. Yes I can, your mine and only mine~" He said in a sweet tone.
You glanced at the door, thinking you could make a run for it. You were quick to make a dash for it, however Chan already thought of that, he locked the door with an extra tight bolt after the delivery guy arrived. You tugged at the handle but it didn't budge one bit. Chan laughed and clapped from behind you.
"Just relax, my love~" He whispered.
Chan quickly grabbed you, pinning you to the wall. You tried to fight, but Chan was too strong. As you fought, you didn't see him pulling out a wet cloth with his free hand, until it was too late.
"Night my honey, just remember, I love you."
Those were the last words you heard before darkness over took and you collapsed into Chan's arms.
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Lovely little request from my cassieroll, I hope I did your idea justice and you love it! 💓
Umm so i will write it again. (Top) Male reader have a crush on dino svt. One day when they were talking reader unintentionally kiss dino and freak out when he realise what he just did while dino just shocked about what just happened. Day after that, dino come to reader place to ask for more and it leads to something sensual and change their relationship. Really2 sorry i drop my phone and accidentally send the ask 😅. Have a nice day, good luck on your school!!! ☺️
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- 24 Sep 2020
- don't worry, your request got through in the end! 😁
- thank you💕 school's been okay until now luckily
- i hope you liked what I've written, sorry if it took a bit long- 🙈
Y/n knew he had developed a crush on Dino, ever since they came into contact. That first moment in the coffee shop was like a moment from a drama. You could call it love at first sight, but until now, y/n had felt like it was just one-sided love.
He had kept it a secret, telling all the others he didn't have a crush on anybody. He was definitely teased about it, especially during games of truth or dare and so, but y/n didn't want anybody finding out. Y/n was too afraid to have it be discovered, and then being turned down by Dino.
It was always hard when they hung out together, as y/n constantly had to fight his urges to do something romantic with the idol. He tried his best to just stay friends, laughing at Dino's jokes and holding back from being too touchy. It was hard, but y/n had managed for a few years now.
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Y/n nodded and looked at Dino as he talked. They had just finished a photoshoot for a magazine, the idol still being in full outfit and make up. Dino was explaining about how they were thinking of making a comeback, but y/n's attention kept getting drawn to Dino's lips.
The way they moved as Dino talked was distracting, and with the make up they somehow looked even more kissable than they already were. Y/n kept trying to focus back on Dino's eyes instead of his lips, but he failed many times. Dino hadn't noticed y/n's drifting focus, and he just kept explaining.
Dino laughed as another member made a comment on it from the other side of the studio, reacting back to it. Dino's smile filled y/n's heart with a fluttery feeling, and as Dino looked back at him he chuckled. "Why are you smiling like that?" Dino tilted his head as he saw a hint of redness begin to spread over y/n's cheeks.
Y/n cleared his throat and chuckled. "Nothing. Just.. continue your story. I was listening." Dino raised an eyebrow, but just nodded and continued. He smiled slightly as he remembered a joke, his eyes looking to the side for a moment. Y/n felt himself lean closer and closer, Dino not noticing until he felt y/n's hands cup his face. "I'm sorry."
Dino froze as he felt y/n's lips connecting with his. He didn't react in anyway, his body stiff with shock. Y/n retreated with a flustered feeling, his ears and cheeks fully red. Dino looked at him with wide eyes, still not really processing what happened. Y/n bit his lip and got up. "I'm so sorry.. oh god- I-" Y/n looked away. "I'm sorry. I apologize. I'll leave now.. you can join the others and go home with them.."
Before Dino could react, y/n had walked off. Dino blinked, the moment of the kiss flashing through his mind again and again. He softly brought his hand up, letting his fingers go over his lips. Did it really happen? Did y/n kiss Dino? The idol took a deep breath as he felt his heart skip a few beats. Did he like it?
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The next day, y/n was too embarassed to leave the house. He hadn't reacted to his texts or calls, and he stayed in his bedroom. He felt guilty for having kissed Dino out of the blue like that, as he thought he had ruined their friendship. Dino would hate him now, right? He did something stupid and he would regret it.
Y/n was tossing and turning in his bed, groaning at his own actions. He hated this feeling and he hoped Dino would just forget he ever existed. He was suprised by the door bell that rang, as he hadn't ordered or any food nor was he expecting anybody. He got up, checking in the mirror to see if he looked somewhat presentable and then walked to the front door.
As the door opened, Dino quickly looked up from his phone. He had been sending y/n messages all day, but as he never got a reaction he had gotten worried. He smiled as he saw y/n in the door opening, seeing the shock on the taller male's face. "Hi.. uhm.. I wanted to stop by to see if you were okay.."
Y/n gulped and averted his eyes, nodding slightly. "I'm fine.. just, was busy today. Can I do anything for you?" Y/n glanced at Dino, who was a bit confused at y/n's words. "Uhm.. you didn't react to any texts or calls.." "Yeah sorry, my phone has been charging and I haven't checked it yet.." Dino bit his lip and took a deep breath.
"Y/n, can I come in? I.. I wanna talk about yesterday." Dino put his phone back in his pocket, looking down. Y/n was silent for a moment but then nodded, stepping aside. "Yeah.. come in." Dino stepped inside, walking to the livingroom as y/n closed the door behind him. They sat down on the couch, silence taking over for a while.
Dino then took a deep breath, looking at y/n. "I liked it. The kiss." Dino's eyes darted around as he was thinking hard on how to go about this. "I uhm.. I felt things for you for quite a long time but.. never acted on it." Dino nodded and he felt his heart go a bit quicker.
"I actually came here to.. tell you I might want more but.. I don't.. I don't want to ruin our friendship." Dino sighed softly, too nervous to look at y/n. Y/n felt like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders, as he finally knew it wasn't just one-sided love. Dino had been keeping it secret as well.
"Dino.. I feel the same. I've felt like this for years. I was so afraid to ruin our relation if I let it slip and.. yesterday.. that happened." Y/n smiled slightly. "I'm so glad that we feel the same but.. do you really want more?" Dino looked at y/n with big eyes, shocked to find out they were both on the same level. Dino nodded as an answer and his cheeks got flushed.
"Yeah I want more... that's why I came here.." Dino bit his lip, y/n moving closer to him. Y/n stroked over Dino's flushed cheeks, smirking ever so slightly. "What kind of more do you want?" Y/n leaned in for a soft kiss, Dino making a small sound by surprise, but he kissed back in response. "Just a kiss?"
Dino shook his head, putting one hand on y/n's shoulder. "Can we.. do more in your bedroom?" Y/n raised an eyebrow and his smirk grew wider. "That kind of more.. alright.." Y/n got up and then pulled Dino up, both their hearts going wild. Y/n took Dino to his room, pushing him onto the bed with a chuckle.
He hovered over the idol, looking into his eyes. "I've been dreaming of this.." "Me too.. especially after what happened yesterday.. I haven't been able to get my mind off of you.." Y/n shut Dino up by kissing him passionately, the idol squirming slightly as a wave of excitement went through his body. Soon enough they couldn't stop their instincts, and the two were releaved to finally show eachother how much they were in love.
summary: Suffering from a condition that causes you to randomly end up in almost any place in the world, your life was a little chaotic, to say the least. When a solution seems to arise, you are more than happy to try it out. In order to heal, you need to meet the several people you are connected to by the red string of fate. And if this situation couldn't have gotten more ridiculous, one of them was your soulmate.You just don't know who.
Your first day on your mission dropped you in the big Canadian city, Toronto. You meet one of the first 'soul-bros', Chan. While you stress over how exactly you're going to fulfill your purpose with him, you end up doing it so naturally you barely even noticed.
A/N: so this has actually been out for a good year now on my ao3, but I forgot to post it here, so yeah. here. woops. ALSO I PROMISE DAY 2 IS COMING SOON I PROMISE. These things are tough because I research a lot about the cities so I get tired of working on this fic pretty easily. So it takes a lot of time, and I get lazy sooo that’s a really messy combination. Thanks for everyone who has stuck around though! You guys are amazing and believe me your comments make me want to work harder, haha.
Day 1: Toronto
As you began to regain your conscious steadily, you instantly felt an intense difference in the general comfort of your surroundings. The bed you had fell asleep on was replaced by incredibly hard surfaces. Your back was laying up right on a wall of some sort, pain generally coursing through your spine. I should’ve seen a chiropractor before I started this shit, you thought as you winced at the pain when you began to process it. Arching your back, resulting in a cracking noise, your stretched out your arms and legs. Your left leg winced and started when it hit something, causing you to hurriedly open your eyes.
A dumpster. Briefly taking a glance at your surroundings, you saw you were in a narrow alleyway. The buildings you were between were fairly tall, maybe 4 or 5 stories, and made of brick. Your best guess was that they were apartments. You next paid attention to the heat that had bothered you the instant you woke up. It was summer here still, so that wasn’t unusual. You reached for your pocket, turning on your phone. As you looked down, you started. After the brief panic, you observed closer what had spooked you.
A thread from the one tied around your finger led across the alleyway, turning around the corner. Scrunching your eyebrows, you turned your hand around. It didn’t get tangled and when you reached with your other hand to touch it, your hand just went through it. It took a moment for you to think of what it might’ve been. One of the red strings of fate? You assumed that was it. Maybe it lead you to a soul bro? You nodded to yourself, slightly skeptical. How else am I supposed to find them? You reasoned. A jingle came from your phone, making you turn your attention towards it. It booted, showing you the time from your original timezone before swiftly switching to what you presumed to be the current timezone. 8 A.M. That was about normal. Your ability usually meant you’d wake up at about that time no matter the timezone, maybe earlier or later depending on how severe the difference was. As you dismissed all the notifications (nothing important, at least for now), a sun graphic appeared on one side of your phone showing the number “78 F” and underneath the word “Toronto”.
Toronto, huh? It wasn’t too far from the Canadian-American border, if you remembered about the location. Near Lake Ontario? You slightly rose an eyebrow. Wasn’t Canada supposed to be cold? Maybe it just wasn’t this time of the year? Clearing your mind of the minor questions you had, you looked back up to where the string was pulling you. You supposed the best way to start was to follow that string somewhere until you could maybe come up with some sort of game plan. Or a money exchange or ATM. Maybe you’d try to go penniless the whole day? The grumble in your stomach disqualified that thought as quickly as it came. Maybe you’d look for breakfast first.
Getting up and dusting yourself off, you began to follow the string. I wonder how far away they are? You wondered as you turned the corner. Your attention drifted from the string and to your surroundings. The surroundings were quite urban, a block away in the direction the string was leading you were office-like buildings much taller than the other buildings. More life appeared on this street than the one you had woken up on. The corner that the string directed you to turn at was what appeared to be a restaurant, advertised by a large sign. It would likely be lit up, blinking, and flashing if it were dark. The rest of the block had a few stores, some more plain looking residential places. It was a pleasant city, similar to other cities you had been to when transporting place to place.
Your stomach twisted inside of you yet again, enough to make you wince a bit and look down at it with a glare. “Be quiet,” you scolded it. It growled back at you, as if refusing to be silenced. Sighing at its persistence, you looked back up at the restaurant. As far as you knew, you only had one day in Toronto to meet the person you were tied to. But you still had to eat, right?
That being said, you figured to stop in. Just before, you slipped off your jacket, tying it around your waist. One essential thing about transporting was wearing layers. You never know when you’ll need it.
Walking into the restaurant, you were surprised to see a fairly large amount of people. There were just as many enough that you even thought that they were full. Maybe I should just find another place, you thought. Arriving at that decision, you were just about to turn around and leave when a waiter had come up with a smile.
“Hello, just one?” Well it was too late now. Sure, you could simply explain that you had changed your mind and wanted to leave, but that would be awkward for your uncharismatic self to explain. ‘Hi, no, too many people here, I have anxiety haha.’ So you just caved in.
“Yes,” your voice cracked a little. Jesus Christ, you winced inwardly at yourself. This was going to be a long day.
“Is the bar alright?” Did people even have breakfast at the bar section? You were positive they didn’t, but looking quickly back at the crowded area, you guessed it was because of the capacity. Who even goes out to eat this early in the morning? you kept reminiscing, ever so slightly agitated.
“Yes,” you nodded, a bit quieter than the last time. Despite what you believed to be an awkward interaction, the waiter didn’t seem to care, grabbing a napkin wrapped snugly around some silverware and briefly telling you to follow them. You did so, rubbing your arms, surprised at how cold it was in the restaurant compared to the outside. The waiter sat you at the bar, handing you a menu and leaving you.
Legs hanging above the ground, you leaned your elbows on the bar counter, looking briefly at the menu. Becoming disinterested fairly quickly, you took a moment to look around. To your left was a woman, body completely turned away from you conversing with her partner. On your right was an empty seat and what you were somewhat convinced was the last one available in the whole restaurant. In front of you, obviously, was the bar, with various taps of beers, other liqueurs, and whiskies stacked on the shelves on the wall. In addition, there was a TV playing some sort of morning show program. Although you took awhile to watch it and the delayed subtitles, you couldn’t recognize it or anyone hosting it.
The menu was a typical breakfast diner’s menu. Omelettes, pancakes, toast, the usual. You became uninterested in it fairly quickly when your phone started to buzz with the sound of your face call ringtone. You should’ve guessed he would try to contact you. Looking around quickly to make sure no one would try to take your order or judge you for face chatting in public (?), you pulled your phone out of your pocket and answered it.
“Good morning,” you answered when Rowans far too close to the camera face loaded, only illuminated by the screen on the phone. It didn’t necessarily mean it was dark in your timezone, but he refused to use any other sort of light in his dark tent besides candles or lanterns. Electrical lighting “tampered with his work”, or at least that's what he insisted.
“So where are you?” he asked, becoming minimally aware of his ridiculous angle on the camera and tried to fix it a little. It didn’t do much anyways.
“Toronto,” you gave a bit of a forced smile. “But the heat makes me doubt that.”
“Ontario? Oh it's hot this time of year,” he said. “Remember my son, Jacob?”
“Yes, the author,” you did your best to quickly let him know you remembered him, lest he go on to tell you his life story from the moment he was born again. “He lives around here, right?”
“Yes, I’ve been up there a few times to see him,” he laughed a little. The glimpse of the man’s softer side helped you crack a smile. It was short as he went straight back to business. “Did you find them?”
“No,” you admitted, looking at the string. It was leading you out the entrance of the restaurant. “I needed breakfast first. I just got up.”
“You do realise you only have a day to complete your purpose?” Anxiety flooded through you, mostly in your arms that held the phone.
“Yes,” you sighed. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“It’s up to you if this ends up working or not,” he sipped some of his tea. Though you couldn’t see it, you heard it. Rowan made a subconscious effort to make a sound when he drank.
“I know,” you groaned. “I just don’t know how the hell I’m going to do this.” A short silence came after you, as Rowan set down his tea with a clink.
“I’ll tell you what,” he shifted himself in his seat and the camera. “This isn’t just some stranger whose life your trying to fix.” Except that’s exactly what this is, you rebutted in your head. “This is a soul you’ve been connected to since before either of you were born. The two of you have a connection. Every person you meet this next week or two is connected with you in some way. Fate predetermined that these people could have their lives changed forever by you or that your life would be changed forever by them. Fate is going to be doing all the work for you.” He was probably right. But considering how odd and confusing the situation was for you, you didn’t know if that helped much at all.
“Well,” you paused. “I should probably get the breakfast in me and get out there as soon as possible. Time waits for no one.”
“I wish you all the best of luck,” he told you in his naturally grandiose way. You told him a soft “bye” before you hung up, just at miraculously the same time that a waiter came to take your order from behind the bar.
“Hello, welcome to-” the waiter had begun telling you a customary greeting as you put your phone back in your pocket. He paused suddenly just as he had started, making you quickly look up at him to see what he was doing. He was looking over you, a smile quickly spread on his features as he spoke somewhat louder to somebody behind you.
“Well, I’ll be, it’s Dinosaurus Rex. I thought you were supposed to be gone for the summer like everyone else!” You supposed he saw a friend and you awkwardly looked away from him and back at your menu, like you were trying to memorize all of the pancake toppings. As much as you tried to not be any part of the conversation, you couldn’t help to at least overhear.
“Please stop calling me that, that’s not even a real dinosaur,” the voice that responded was somewhat quiet with a hint of annoyance. “And I thought I mentioned that I was staying for the summer.”
“I get ya, gotta work those loans off,” the waiter seemed to shiver. In that brief moment, after you became less interested in your perusing, your attention was caught by the string. It had definitely moved in the time that you had sat down to this moment. The fact that it was moving gave you an eerie, nervous feeling. Maybe you should’ve just skipped breakfast and went after them?
Your mangled feelings had then left just as urgently as they came, and your eyes shot back down at the string. As you held your breathe, the string rotated to your right, at a steady pace that seemed to match the sound of the footsteps as they passed behind you. You heard an airy sigh as in the corner of your eye, a silhouette appeared to hop on the bar stool next to you. After a moment of utter disbelief, you carefully tilted your sight from your ring finger to the person now next to you. Following the bright red string that only you could see, its path ended at his crossed arms. You caught sight of the end on the ring finger of his right hand, tucked beneath his left elbow.
The revelation paralyzed you and your gaze, unable to look away. Your mind realized that if you continued to gawk at him, you would raise suspicions and give off the worst first impression ever. But your body seemed to refuse to listen, as you took in everything about the first “soulbro” you had ever met.
The bottom layer of his dark brown hair was short. His top layer curled towards his face with a wave to it. He wore a somewhat oversized black graphic tee. His face was young and his eyes were sharp, but they had a small, kind droop to them that you could miss easily at a mere glance. As he continued his conversation that you had muted out, his smile shone not only on his lips but in his eyes.
The amount of time that past with you looking at the boy become well over uncomfortable when you attempted to get your wits together just in time for you to look back at the waiter, looking back at you. Panicking, you supposed he had come back to you for your order.
“Oh, uh, eggs, sunnyside up, and bacon. And an orange juice.” You looked away quickly, but back at the waiter again briefly when you swear he was giving you a look drowning in suspicion. With a modest amount of shame, you looked down again, menu extended and lips pursed. You were too embarrassed to look up again as he took the menu, saying the typical “i’ll be right back with your drink blablabla”.
“I’ll have the usual,” your soul bro told him casually after you placed your order.
The waiter left, leaving you completely stiff and nervous, the prescence of the person next to you making you incredibly uneasy. In attempt to calm yourself, you exhaled. Okay. Calm down. Like Rowan said, everything is going to be fine. There’s a reason this guy’s connected to me. I can do it. Just make small talk, get to know him. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? As your nerves returned to a healthy level, you shyly looked at him again. It appeared he still wasn’t paying much attention to you, currently you were just a person he happened to be sitting next to in a crowded restaurant. You thought of what to do, trying to think of anything casual to discuss. What did Canadians talk about?
Without any critical thinking from you whatsoever, you turned your torso towards him as you asked him:
“Hey, did you see the hockey game last night? Pretty intense, right?”
IMBECILE. COMPLETE MORON. YOU FUCKING SOUP CAN. your brain called you names as you realized how stupid you just sounded. You had successfully concocted the lie that you watched hockey while simultaneously just assuming the now bewildered looking boy watched hockey because, oh, we’re in Canada.
He did a double-take, completely taken aback. He hadn’t realized at first that you were talking to him. Or he did, but he just took a moment to actually process the weird and confusing moment. “Uh, What?” was all he could respond with. Understandably. Petrification hit you yet again, causing your gaze to fumble around and words and thoughts jumble into a complete mess as stutters were all your mouth could formulate.
A laugh sounded from him afterwards, stopping the mess you were experiencing as you looked at him again. It wasn’t like a small “ha” or “hahaha?” laugh, he was cracking up. Maybe you should’ve felt bad like “oh, he’s laughing at me im such an idiot”, but it somehow didn’t feel like he was shaming or embarrassing you at all. As he gradually recovered to form sentences, he wiped his eyes and looked at you with a quirked brow.
“Your visiting, right?”
“Uhm, ah, yes,” you almost mumbled.
“Well, first, welcome to Canada, and second, hockey season doesn’t start until the fall,” he informed you gently. You gave a small “oh” sound, shifting awkwardly in your seat.
“Where are you from?” he asked curiously, still smiling kindly. You told him where, which he hummed to in understanding. A very brief silence loomed over, causing the panic to set back in your body. “How long have you been here?”
“Oh, maybe a couple,” you paused, almost quickly about to say that for all you knew, you had only been there for at the most an hour. “Late last night, I haven’t gotten the chance to do anything here yet.”
Well if you couldn’t get any more suspicious than asking someone seemingly Canadian if they had seen the nonexistent hockey game the other night, you had just changed your answer for how long you had been in the country mid-sentence. If this guy was an immigration officer, you’d be fucked.
He at least pretended that he didn’t seem to mind and nodded. You tried to ease into a conversation again by looking over your shoulder at the crowded seating.
“Is it always this busy at 8 in the morning?”
“No,” somebody else answered. You looked back across the bar to see the waiter, setting down your iced orange juice, with an orange wedge squeezed onto the rim of the glass and a little hot pink umbrella. He then put glass of an iced dark drink which you presumed to be coffee, black, towards your “friend”. “We got a U.S. tour group stop by for breakfast this morning. Could’ve warned us about it, but they just came out of nowhere.”
“I was about to ask, its way too crowded for this time in the day,” the soulbro nodded. He looked back at you and quickly arched his brows and “oh”ed before uncomfortably putting his arms in front of him in a shy/defensive gesture.
“Excuse me, my name is Chan Lee. I forgot to introduce myself.” You swiftly told him it was okay and introduced yourself next.
“And I’m Jack. Just call that guy Dino.”
“That’s not my name,” you watched Chan roll his eyes.
“Sure it is! You look like a dinosaur, so why not?”
“I don’t look like a dinosaur, Jack.”
“You’re not gonna admit that if you squint really really hard, you kind of look like one?”
“Jack, Table 10’s order is ready!”
“Shouldn’t you be going now?”
As he hurriedly left, he yelled back, “THIS ISN’T OVER!”
The interaction made you laugh, turning Chan’s attention back towards you. You both took sips of your drinks as the conversation steadily became more casual.
“So… Dino?” you started back up. He groaned.
“Just a name my friends call me. It’s not my favorite.”
“Well…” you squinted at him a bit. You saw it.
“Yeah, just forget it,” he waved it off, with a skeptical face. Your grin widened and a laugh left you.
Taking a sip of your orange juice, you felt a shiver run through you. It was hot outside, but that seemed to instantly mean intense cooling inside as always. As you set your glass down, you looked back at Chan. “I thought Canada was supposed to be cold.”
“It is, in the winter. Summer gets pretty hot in Toronto though,” he explained between sips of his own drink. You nodded, Toronto wasn’t incredibly North.
As the small talk continued, you were surprised by how easy it was to get to know him. It turned out Rowan was right after all. This wasn’t incredibly difficult. But even though it wasn’t hard to converse, you still couldn’t place exactly what you were supposed to be doing to help the guy out. You knew one of the people you were going to meet would be your soulmate, as much as that terrified you. But you couldn’t just assume everyone was going to be the “one” or whatever. You figured you had to dig deeper. But that was going to be tough, or at least you thought. How were you supposed to potentially change somebody’s life in one day?
“So, what do you do?” you asked. You were almost surprised by your own “boldness”. Well, bold for you.
“Hmm?” he seemed to momentarily leave and enter back in the discussion, setting down his coffee. “Oh, I’m a student in medicine at University of Toronto.” You nodded.
“Medicine, eh? What do you want to be?”
He chuckled hesitantly, seeming somewhat fake. Oh?
“Yeah, I don’t really know yet.” Oh. That’s when you thought: Maybe he’s one of those students that don’t actually know/like what they’re studying? Medicine seemed like one of those fields where students would enter to satisfy some sort of familial standard. Not necessarily because they themselves wanted it. You hesitated as you stirred your juice with your straw. Should you ask?
“Your orders!” the waiter, Jack, slipped from behind the bar with both your orders. Even though you hadn’t come together. He slid your platter towards you and then Chan’s. Your glimpse at his food showed you a stack of pancakes doused in cream and strawberries. Nice.
Naturally, the conversation was interrupted as you had now received your food, conversation becoming relatively minimal. Thankfully, after he finished his meal first with you close behind, the conversation stayed.
“Any plans for what your doing while your here?”
“Ahh,” you paused. Maybe this was your chance to spend the rest of the day with him? But how to do so without coming on too strong and scaring him away? ‘Lmao, you’ ‘How bout YOU show me the town tonight, big boy ;)))’ ‘Greetings soulmate, allow me to follow you for the day and reveal your deepest, darkest emotions so I may heal you’ ‘I have come from afar to change your life’.
“... nothing?” before you realised it, you were taking way too long to think of an excuse and Chan had caught on to your speechlessness.
“...no, haha?” you smiled nervously. Your smile must have been contagious, as he then reflected it.
“Well, some people like to go down to the TU campus-”
“Are you here alone, though?” Jack had leaned against the bar from the other side, more liberated to socialize now that the tour group he complained about earlier had left.
“Yeah, just me!” you nodded towards him.
“That’s no fun,” he groaned. He beamed up and leaned over the bar, towards you. “Want me to show ya around?!”
With all due respect to Jack, you had shit to do. Specifically with Chan. You tried keeping a straight face while you looked away, pretending to consider the premise. Before you could gently turn down the offer, you looked over at Chan as he spoke up.
“I thought you said you were busy today?” he seemed annoyed.
“When did I say that?”
“When I asked if you wanted to hang out today last night,” Jack had a face that seemed like he was searching his brain for answers when he “oohhhh”ed.
“I forgot,” he seemed distraught and mildly upset. “I’m covering Wendy’s shift today while she’s at her friend’s wedding…”
You gave a small laugh, “It’s okay, I’m fine.”
“No, it’s not,” he groaned. “Sightseeing by yourself is, like, boring as fuck.”
“Some people, believe it or not, like having that kind of time to themselves,” Chan defended.
“Blah, blah, that’s bullshit,” Jack argued back, almost like a toddler. He then gasped and yelled, “YOU CAN SHOW HER AROUND!”
“JACK,” he simply stated.
“C’mon! Don’t you want a real local to show you around?” the question was directed at you. Chan also hesitantly looked at you, awaiting a response.
“Uhhh, I mean,” you hesitated. “It sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to impose on anyone-”
“Meh, Chan had nothing to do today, anyways,” he shrugged. “It’s not a problem, right?” He directed his question towards Chan.
You shyly looked at him, when he met your gaze he quickly looked away, flustered and struggling to find his words. “Uhm, well no-”
“PERFECT!” he hopped over the bar counter (who the fuck was this dude) and pulled you both up from your seats by your arms. “Chan’s been needing a date.”
“A d-date?”
“Now, GO HAVE FUN,” he dragged you out towards the entrance and pushed you both out the restaurant.
Did you just get kicked out?
Now it was just the two of you, awkwardly standing on the sidewalk at the entrance to the restaurant, standing by the side to not impede pedestrian traffic. A brief silence filled with awkwardness, confusion, and tension swept over as you looked at him in confusion.
“We didn’t even pay?”
“Y-yeah,” he scratched his head, looking back inside. “Well, it’s coming out of his check.”
“Ah…” you awkwardly pulled at the bottom of your shirt.
“Yeah, so…” he rubbed his hands together. “I’m so sorry, about all of this. Jack is… unusual. He means well, though. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your stay here, so you totally don’t have to do what he says, I can give you a few places to go, tips, recommendations for food, photo ops-”
You breathed deeply as you watched him talk. His looks were nothing to sneeze at, and him rambling on made you tune out as it only drew you more towards his face. He made eye contact, making you flinch, unnoticeably perhaps as he just looked away and kept talking. As much as you tried to not think about what Rowan said about the soulmate, you couldn’t help but at least wonder. Well, it was more like daydreaming.
Before you could finish admiring him and tune back into what he was telling you, you found his mouth stop moving and his face look towards you, waiting for interaction on your part.
“Oh, uhm, ah,” you not so charismatically brainstormed to find the words you were looking for. “Actually, I was… uhm…” You folded your arms across in front of you in an instinctively defensive manner. “I would appreciate being shown Toronto by a local, kind of like what Jack said. That is, if you actually wanted to, I don’t want to force you into something you don’t want to do, after all-”
“Okay, I can do that.” You stopped dead in your sentence when he said that, trying to suppress the light fluttery feeling of happiness that welled up inside of you. You smiled wide, only slightly embarrassed by your probably red cheeks.
“Really? Oh, thank you so much-”
“Don’t mention it,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Besides, I think we get along pretty well, anyways.”
To start, he took you down to University of Toronto’s campus where you could see a few people, young and old, laid out on blankets. Some were having picnics, some were just enjoying the day, all in the shade. The temperature had gotten higher from when you first woke up, to a point that you couldn’t ignore it.
Nervously, Chan asked if you would like your picture taken there, which you said yes to. You posed cutely along a tree for a short few minutes, before the heat began to set and he proposed going to cool down in the visitor’s centre. As you did so, you thought to bring up the topic of what he was majoring in.
“Medicine, huh?”
“Hmm?” he set down his can of coke that he got from the vending machine. “Oh, yeah.”
“Do you… like it?” he didn’t make any eye contact as he just sat staring at the can, tracing the rim with his finger.
“Can’t say,” he said. “It’s not the worst thing, I don’t hate it. I think the idea is cool, and the stuff I’m learning isn’t all that bad, but…” he took a deep breath. “I have no idea of telling if this is what I was meant to do.”
Silence overtook the both of you for awhile. You definitely understood. You didn’t know what you were going to graduate with a degree in when you first went to college, either. That part of your life was so hard, you remembered. Leaving home, living by yourself, starting your journey to the rest of your life. It was terrifying. It was lonely. No matter the amount of support you got, you still didn’t have what you thought you needed. Someone, something, anything to tell you what to do.
Afterwards, he decided to take you to the Toronto sign with the fountain. You took the trolleys, falling in love with the idea at first and soon realizing it was still public transport and wasn’t some Cinderella carriage. It was pretty busy to, the two of you were packed in, and while the AC was doing its best to keep up, it just wasn’t made to withstand the heat. It was up to about 96 degrees, you overheard some other people saying who were complaining about it.
“It’s so freaking hot,” he groaned as he shook his shirt, trying to create some sort of flowing air. “You came on a pretty bad day. I mean, it’s not Canada day, but still.”
“Yeah, the heat is killing me,” you laughed, fanning yourself. “At least I got to meet you, though!” You stated a little too enthusiastically. You could’ve sworn the person you were standing over looked up at the two of you, as if watching some sort of drama or crime taking place.
Nonetheless, Chan became shy again, scratching his hair a little as he smiled and awkwardly looked out a window. As he did, his eyes shot open as he then stated “crap” and grabbed your hand as he pulled you off the trolley at the stop that the trolley was just about to leave. Once you both were out of danger of being crushed by the doors, he instantly spurted out a bunch of apologies, which you needed to quelm.
He calmed down, and after he let go of your hand in a silly, flustered way, you headed to the fountain. Along the way, you stopped and asked if you could get some ice cream, to which he happily obliged. Hopping into a sweets shop for a moment, you both got your respective favorite flavors in cones. You paid, after much arguing on both of you insisting you would cover it, Chan threw in the towel after witnessing your aggressive assertiveness to pay.
“I’ll just have to pay next time!” he ended with, handing you your cone after holding them while you fumbled with your bag, which still seemed suspiciously prepared for whatever you could need. You smiled a little, almost solemnly. You thought about staying in contact, but you remembered the reason you were there with him in the first place. To fulfill some sort of purpose you were meant to do with him, and go on to the next one. This day was technically supposed to be the only one where you would spend time with him at all. It’s not like you could come to Toronto, or wherever your “soul bros” were whenever you felt like it. You had a busy job that worked you as hard as it could within the legal (though you had your doubts at times) limits.
You made it to the sign, and it was crowded. And hot again. The ice cream helped minimally, and you could hardly stand the heat. The photo op was ruined quite a few times by kids who were climbing around the sign, but you did manage to get a nice picture with the second ‘T’. Someone offered to take a picture of the two of you, which Chan hesitantly complied to. You understood nearly instantly why, as the minute he stood by you, you realized how weird it was going to look. In a brave attempt to prevent the weird picture you came closer and wrapped an arm around him, posing with a peace sign. You didn’t catch his reaction, smiling at the person who was taking your picture with Chan’s phone. You heard the faint shutter click over the noise of a thousand demons (commonly known as children), as the stranger then put down the phone and came up to Chan and gave him his phone back. You said thank you, followed by a hurried one from Chan, who seemed flustered. You turned to look at him, seeing his face was flushed, maybe just due to the heat, but the rush of heat that you felt the second you came in contact made you think otherwise.
“You guys make a nice couple!” the stranger complimented with a genuine smile before he left. Oh, boy.
“How’d it turn out?” you asked as you tried to peak at the photo. You saw yourself smiling, fairly brightly, while leaning on a surprised Chan who was looking at you as opposed to the camera. The ‘T’ was practically illegible, as well.
“I blame the photographic technique,” you playfully patted his shoulder. He chuckled, and then groaned.
“I suck at posing for pictures,” he stated. “I think I have one good selfie I’ve ever taken. I had weird hair then, too.”
“Let’s take a better one, then!” you suggested.
“I’d rather be done with my complimentary sweat soak first.”
“Good point,” you giggled. “Any plans on what to do?”
“Hmm,” he seemed to think, though only for a brief second. “We could go to the aquarium. I’ve never been and I’d think it’s air conditioned.”
“Sounds like a plan!”
Oh, it was a plan. Maybe not one where you weighed the pros and cons of, but a plan. Everything was fine until you got there. It appeared as if everyone else in the city had the same plan as you did. The line for tickets was enormous, and the aquarium itself was packed.
You stayed regardless, at least it was cool. You started by walking through some more isolated halls with fish tanks. All sorts of colorful fish from yellow, blue, and red swam aside you, back and forth. You’d point out a fish you thought looked nice every once in awhile, or one that was doing something funny.
Chan tried to take some pictures of the fish, to which he voiced some disappointment of because the glass hindered it. As you went further in, more kids started showing up and running around, bumping into the two of you. As minimally irritating as it was, at one point a little girl came running full speed and crashed into Chan. She fell down, and he had suddenly pushed into you a bit.
Before you could understand that was what happened yourself, Chan crouched down and asked if she was okay. You watched them as the girl got up and looked down at a scratch she got.
“I think I hurt my knee,” the girl spoke shyly.
“Uh oh, do you want to get a band aid for it?” he asked gently. She nodded silently. You smiled at how he handled the situation with care. Several college students would be angry as all hell if a kid ran into them. You commended his patience.
“I think I have one with me,” you kneeled down to the girl and started searching your backpack. You pulled out one and took the packaging off, applying it as she let you.
“Thank you!” she beamed. She turned to run off again but paused, turning around and waving. You both waved back before getting back up on your feet.
“I see you, Doctor Lee. You’d nail the pediatrician vibe if you went that way,” you mildly teased him. He laughed, scratching the back of his head.
“Yeah, I guess that would be cool.” You hesitated a moment before you began walking further into the aquarium.
“I don’t know if my career is what I’m meant to do, either.”
He looked at you quickly enough for you to feel a minitare draft hit your face. You continued.
“Working is hard, no matter what your doing. My mother always told me to never pick your favorite hobby as your career. Then that hobby becomes your job. And I think there is some truth to that…” you stopped at a dimly lit jellyfish tank and stared at the purple tentacles.
“But I also don’t see the problem with loving your job. Yes, it becomes a job, but doesn’t that just make you love it all the more?” You took a long pause, sneaking a glance at Chan. He was staring at the tank, as if thinking about your words.
“Even if your job isn’t your favorite, why can’t you learn to love it anyway? Someone’s gotta do it. Your role matters. Medicine is so important in that regards. You get to make people’s lives better, longer, and less painful. You can give them the chance to find the meaning that we are all searching for in our little lives. Maybe some people feel that sense of what they’re meant to do. And maybe some need more time to figure that out.”
Your monologue finished, leaving you two in the silence of the one place in the aquarium that wasn’t loud and bombarded with people. For awhile you both stood there, just staring at the slow movements the jellyfish made. Something about the moment made you feel that you had done what you came to do.
“... Thanks,” Chan broke the silence. You smiled and looked over at him.
“It’s no problem.”
After the aquarium, you realized how late it was. The evening produced the wash of orange and yellow that was starting to light up all the street lamps. It only seemed to encourage younger people out to enjoy the night on the town. Traffic seemed worse and more people were out on the streets.
“Hey, (y/n),” Chan initiated as you slowly walked down the street together. “Today was lots of fun. Seriously. I really enjoyed it.”
“Hey, I did too!” you replied.
“I just wanted to say thanks. I thought I was gonna stay in all day and do nothing but this was so much better than that. Like, I don’t wanna be cheesy or anything, I feel like we were almost meant to meet in that stupid diner.” You chuckled to yourself. If only he knew.
“I get it, I felt the same way.”
You kept walking together like that until you came to a park and decided to sit. The two of you kept talking and talking until somehow, in your exhaustion, you managed to fall dead asleep on his shoulder. Though you didn’t notice, Chan surely did as his cheeks grew red and his lips curled into a smile, looking back up at the painted sky.
“b-because It's you.” Your voice was unstable and wavered, your bottom lip quivered as you fought off another coughing fit. “Fuck Christopher, it’s always been you.”
Stray kids reaction to you saying "I love you" for the first time (hyung line)
Bang Chan
He'd be through the roof
Though he'd try to act cool and hide it
You'd be waiting on him to finish in the studio bc he was writing something
When you walked up behind him
Noticing he looked extremely tired
You'd wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your head into his neck
He'd be kinda annoyed but wouldn't say anything about it
That's when you told him the words
"Channie?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
You couldn't see his face but you could tell his expression immediately brightened
And even though he was trying to act cool about it
He wasn't doing such a good job...
He eventually gave up on trying to be cool and turned around to hug you back
"I love you too baby"
Kim Woojin
Woojin is honestly such a teddy bear
He wouldn't even try to hide his excitement
He brought you food one day after he finished practice
He missed you and his excuse to go see you was bringing you food
Anyways..
He literally just walked into your apartment like he owns the place
And yells for you
"Y/N! I brought you food!"
And being the hungry one you are
You sprinted out of your room
And of course,
He brought you chicken
And insisted on eating with you
Not that you had a problem with that
You two ate together and talked about random stuff
Like how Felix almost broke Minho in practice about an hour ago (A/N:story continued later)
Once you two finished eating
Woojin stood up, sad that he had to leave.
You stood up too, and hugged him
Which he was already surprised about
But when you hit him with that double whammy
Lord help his heart
You hugged him tightly and pressed your head against his chest
"I love you Woojin."
And he couldn't contain his excitement
He hugged you tighter than ever
"I love you too Y/N!"
He smiled the rest of the day
Minho
The most self confident reaction of all of them
You went over to their dorms after they finished practice
And you watched movies with Minho all day
And you had started to fall asleep after about the fourth movie
Minho decided to make fun of you
"Only losers fall asleep after the fourth movie!"
It's 2:00 in the morning
They don't have practice tomorrow (lucky)
But you have school
"Minho it's two in the morning I'm tired"
"loser"
"douche"
"that just hurts Y/N"
"shut up"
He laughed at you as you laid your head on his chest
He held you against him
And you were immediately enveloped in warmth
Hazy from the feeling of laying against your boyfriend
You could only think of one thing to say
"I love you Minho"
And his answer was...
"I know." He laughed
"self conceited douche" you joked
"Kidding kidding, I love you too babygirl."
You laughed again
"hey do you wanna hear about how Felix almost killed me in practice today?"
"sure."
"so I was dancing, like I was supposed to be, and Felix literally jumps on top of me," he said "my head narrowly missed the floor, luckily I was able to stop myself before my head hit."
But you had already fallen asleep
So he went to sleep too
Seo Changbin
He didn't know how to react
When you said it he got all nervous and flustered
Just like Chan he was in the studio late at night writing lyrics (get some sleep idiots)
You were sitting next to him while he wrote
Watching him with fascination as lyrics just poured out of his mind and onto a paper
You wondered how he does it, considering you couldn't write lyrics to save your life
A/N: Starts out pretty cute but ends up goody af. THIS IS LITERALLY JUST A VOID, NOTHING, EMPTY AIR. I'm really only writing and posting this because my silly imaginative self got very, very bored.
Chan does great under pressure, but is usually very stressed out. After the group has finished touring and his infamous working laptop has reached a temperature he knows occurs only when overused (which happens pretty often), he finally gets to go home and relax in your waiting warm arms. Ever since he met you, he's known you to be warm and gentle. You find ways to take pressure off his shoulders that otherwise would have him feeling constantly drowsy.
When he gets home and finds you laying on your shared bed, reading a book and waiting so patiently for him, he can't help but smile and crawl up next to you so you could engulf him in your seemingly never-ending tranquility.
Wrapping his arms around your waist while you spooned him had to be his favorite feeling in the whole world. You have no idea how much he loves you, to the point where he feels as if he could explode with affection.
Then he hears your sweet, serene voice.
"Channie Hyung , if you're tired you should take a shower first. You smell like outside shit."
Then Chan woke up to find Seungmin smushing pillows on his face and reminding him that, no, he did not have a loving girlfriend. Just insomnia and 7 very picky kids.
Chanyeol squirms under your touch, fleeting hand motions that swiftly unbuttons his shirt with lips fumbling against his hotly. It was about that time of night where you were mostly possessive, expressively showing that sudden influx of hormones and as much as you restrained to get him under you, the emotions of his face quivering with excitement under your touch heightens your senses. A groan of satisfaction escapes his lips and spills into yours when the cool air hits his torso, your hands hastily removing him of his top.
Surely, this was the five star hotel you have both been staying in since you've started to date, the airconditioning working on its topmost coniditon but it seems like someone had clicked the wrong button and turned on the heater instead. A rush of possessiveness bubbles up inside you when you part from the kiss, straddling him as you eye his well chiseled torso. Lust was clear on your eyes, clouded, nothing short of adoration as your half lidded eyes gazes on perfection.
"Mine." You lowly growl, leaning back to latch your lips on his again and kisses him a little harder. It was not new anymore that your teeth clashes against his as you sloppily tilted to the other side, giving yourself more access to his insides. Your hands trail, your two fingers playing against his collarbones as they slowly tread its way down to his toned abs, tracing them slowly, painfully etching them under your hot touch on his cool skin.
He mewls and you moan at the satisfied reaction you got as he was being too submissive.
"Only mine." you said and he could only nod in a hurry as he kisses you back again.
