author’s note. guys i love chenle sm like you don’t understand :(
also i passed my driving exam so yippe!!! to celebrate here u go !!!
[ 12:18am ] chenle walked into the room, placing his bags gently on the floor. not wanting to wake you up, he slowly manoeuvred around the furniture in the dark. refusing to turn on his flash light, he sloppily but quickly changed into pyjamas and joined you in bed.
slowly – but above all gently, as if you were made out of the finest porcelain – he wrapped his arms around your sleeping figure. his heart was full, finally home after so long apart.
“le?” you mumbled drowsily, rubbing your eyes. he just buried his head in your neck, taking in your embrace “hi baby”
“hi angel… go back to sleep” he mumbled, lips curling upwards subconsciously. shortly enough, after snuggling closer into him, your quiet snores filled the room; along with your chest moving up and down regularly.
chenle placed a tender kiss on your cheek, eyes dropping too.
“missed you or whatever” he murmured, falling asleep with you in his arms after months of waiting.
synopsis you and chenle have been friends since you could begin to speak; every memory has him attached to it. when he asks you to teach him how to kiss before his first date with the girl of his dreams, although you’ve never kissed anyone before, you agree. after a kiss or two— feelings come to the forefront.
genre gn!reader x chenle, childhood friends to lovers!au,
warnings very small angst (?), mentions of comparing oneself to someone else, making out, kissing chenle for the first time! chenle is a bit handsy when it comes to kissing; nothing too serious!
word count 2.7k
chenle was utterly infatuated; not with you, but with someone else. you saw it in his eyes whenever he spoke about the girl that he had been talking to for the past three weeks. you saw it in the spring in his step whenever he walked through your door for saturday movie nights that you two had shared every weekend since you were fourteen, and through the way he canceled on you the previous saturday because he was taking her out on an extravagant date. he viewed her as entirely perfect and although you had never met her in person— you started to see her as perfect too.
the problem with seeing her as perfect from all that you heard from your best friend’s point of view lied within the fact that your heart had been in his palms since your first day of freshman year of high school, when he locked his arm with yours, reassuring you that you would be okay; that he would be by your side through it all. his smile was warm, his eyes were a galaxy full of love for you—a friendly love— and stars all combined. you fell right then, and since, you haven’t been able to pick yourself back up; you haven’t been able to fully piece yourself back together.
now, you sit next to chenle as he types on his phone, an adoring smile plastering his visage that you had come to love so much. the hearty chuckle that escaped his heart-shaped lips caused your heart to ache— you only wished you could make him display such emotions. only in your dreams, that’s the only place where you could make him as happy as she did.
“y/n?” chenle asked, tearing himself away from his phone for a brief second to look over at you, who was shaking unknowingly, from the upset that filled your heart and the thoughts that played throughout your head as if a broken record.
“yes, chenle?” you questioned, turning around to face him. his eyes were still full of that friendly love, but there was a glint of concern that now filled his orbs. your heart ached more at the sight, knowing he could somewhat feel the pain that plagued your heart and filled your every thought. you wondered how he knew you so well; to be able to look at you and instantly know that something was out of the ordinary.
he knew you like the back of his hand though, truth be told. he knew the way your hands trembled when you were upset and how the movements of your hands changed when you were happy; you would do things softer, in a quicker motion, especially when you wrote in your journal. he knew that your lip quivered when you were about to break down in tears and how your eye twitched when you were angry. he knew everything about you, although you didn’t notice— he always paid attention to you, to everything about you.
he also knew that you hated when others asked about how you were feeling— you hated the intrusion. chenle knew that you’d come to him eventually; that you would explain how you are feeling and why you feel such a way. that was the beauty about your friendship; communication was always there.
so, he was going to ask you the next thing that appeared within his mind. he wanted to know how to kiss— how to give someone a genuine kiss, like how they’re portrayed in movies. he wanted his first kiss with the girl he’d been texting to be absolutely perfect, and you were just the person to go to. you were his best friend; you always helped him in times of need and you were always there with him, no matter what.
“do you know how to kiss someone?” he questioned, “like, the right way?” he asked, his face seeming full of anxiety. he had never asked anyone such a question and asking the person he’s had by his side since he was just a little boy seemed to make him even more fearful. he tapped his knee, wishing that he didn’t screw anything up within his relationship with you.
“you don’t know how to kiss her, do you?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, smiling at the boy in front of you whose cheeks were now tainted with crimson.
“i was kinda—,” began the boy, cheeks turning darker at each thought; the pure embarrassment of asking his best friend what was about to escape his champagne colored lips, “wondering if you could show me how to kiss her?”
you nearly choked on your own saliva at his words, heart beating faster and faster each second after. you were at a loss for words. your best friend was asking you, his best friend since the two of you were kids, to teach him how to kiss. hell, you’ve never had your first kiss before. you had no idea what you were supposed to do anyway, so how could you be of help to chenle at all? you felt as if you would only make the situation worse— for both him and your heart.
“you want me to kiss you?” you questioned, now playing softly with the hem of your shirt to distract you from your thoughts. he was all you could think about; from the top of his head where his soft hairs lie to his heels that press him firmly to the ground when he stands. each and every aspect of him filled your mind; it was as if the only thing in the world to exist within your brain was him. for that split moment, you really didn't mind.
"i want to kiss you to test the waters—," chenle said, clearing his throat and looking the other way to avoid any type of awkward eye contact with you, although he knew it wouldn't be that awkward. you were his best friend, after all, you always were there to help him learn new things. "you're my best friend, y/n. it wouldn't be weird at all."
you sighed softly, nodding your head to the boy and seeing his eyes light up with the gleam that you found yourself madly in love with. you saw the entire galaxy within the sole irises of his mahogany orbs and at times, it was almost as if you couldn't pull yourself from staring into them. you were so enamored by the way his eyes showed his emotions when his face didn't need to. each feature about him was perfect, and you wished your brain was merely a camera to capture each moment of him so you could never forget— so he was always there through euphoric memories within your brain when he wasn't in front of you.
without noticing, as you were lost in thought about the boy in front of you, chenle moved himself closer to you so your knees were now touching and you were facing one another. you couldn't help but smile at the goofy look on his face; he always looked so silly when it came to new things, like the time you two went on your first rollercoaster together and held hands the entire way through. he had the silliest of smiles plastered on his visage, but you could see the happiness placed there, too.
in that moment, you realized— chenle was always there for your firsts of something. he was there the first time you ever rode your bike without training wheels, the first time you drove your car with your license. he was there to be your first dance at homecoming your freshman year of high school, and your last during prom when your senior year caught up with you. he was there for you when you got your first pet, and there throughout the nights you sobbed when it left. he was always there to turn to; he was always, without complaint, by your side.
“instead of blabbering on, kiss me already, chenle.” you said finally, trying to loosen the muscles in your body that were tense at the thought of your lips touching. “you won’t learn anything for her if you keep sitting there, you know.”
chuckling at your works, chenle leaned in closer to you, cupping his hands around your face. he smiled softly at you, caressing your cheeks gently with his thumbs. you couldn’t help the swarm of butterflies within your stomach, he was just so beautiful.
from the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs to the way he looks at the things he loves; it was all beautiful. from his head to his feet, from the air above his head to the ground below him— nothing could get any more beautiful than that. you swore that there has never been a being in the world more beautiful—or just as beautiful— as him, and you believed entirely that there would never be enough.
he made you see the world in ways that you would have never seen it before him. the world is certainly not as beautiful as it may seem; as it ranges in beauty and fair ugliness— chenle was surely the true beauty in this cruel, yet, ugly world. no words could possibly describe how truly wonderful he is in your eyes. everything he does, everything he touches— it holds some type of beauty because it has touched him.
the smiles that kisses his lips daily, the reason for light. the laughs that he lets out when he's happy, the reason for happiness. the way he holds your hand when you’re anxious, the way he doesn’t care about what others think of your friendship; the reason to keep trying. the small smiles he gives you when he looks up from his phone and sees you glancing at him; the reason to keep your heart open.
chenle’s lips touched yours, causing you to let out a gasp at his warm touch. his lips were soft and tasted of vanilla, causing you to wonder if he was the one who took your vanilla chapstick from your glovebox. his kiss was an eager one, full of willingness to learn for the girl he liked so very much, and that caused your heart to only become sore at the thought.
he pulled away and looked at you with warm, comforting eyes that also held worry within them. he pursed his lips. “was that good?” he questioned.
you could only nod in response, quietly hoping that he would kiss you again. you felt your heart beating against your ribcage, and you knew that you wanted his lips connected to yours once more. it was as if you entered your own special heaven with his lips attached to yours and with that; it was a heaven you never wanted to leave.
chenle’s thoughts were preoccupied though, with thoughts of you, and just how right it felt kissing you in that moment. you and chenle—the most exciting bunch around. meeting only at age three at a playground and becoming instantly close, you both felt as if you had known each other your entire life.
you went to parties together, you laughed and cried together; you did everything with one another. he helped you study when you were completely lost, always cheering you on with the you're doing great’s and the occasional you got this!’ speeches.
he helped you when things felt like they were crashing down; he made things stable. he made it feel like things were going to get better, with time, at least. he always reminded you how it was okay to make mistakes and that no matter what, you're human. no amount of failures could make you less of a human; they only make you stronger.
late night's with your hands intertwined watching television, he couldn't help but admire how lovely you are— how lucky he is to call you his best friend. the things you did were always in a platonic manner, seeming how you, of course, were merely silent about love and how you wanted to pursue it. he never knew what you wanted, due to the fact that you never initiated anything with him out of your sheer timidness, which caused him to run and stick with people who he didn’t even want anything romantic with. all that because he was waiting— waiting hopelessly for you.
he realized then that he was in love with you, too— that the looks he gave you weren’t out of concern, but out of love. he realized that the things he wrote in his journal about you, including the songs, weren’t just a phase of a young boy feeling puppy love, but rather a boy who was growing up and feeling the love of the most important person in his life.
“can i kiss you again?” chenle asked softly, rubbing the back of his neck as the words escaped his lips. his shyness caught your attention, causing your stomach to erupt with butterflies and euphoria.
“of course, chenle,” you began, “you can kiss me again.” you didn’t even have to finish your sentence before his lips were connected to yours once more. but this time, his kiss was filled with more fervor than what it was to begin with. it was as if he was no longer kissing you for practice, but as if he asked to kiss you again to genuinely kiss you.
your lips molded perfectly together as you kissed, his hands rubbing the outer part of your thighs. you then moved yourself to straddle his lap, having him chuckle against your lips at the movement. you had no idea what you were doing, honestly, there was nothing except passion filling your brain. you wanted to kiss him until you could no longer breathe— you wanted to kiss him until the world ended and you hoped that if it did, you could find a possible way to kiss him again.
as you straddled his lap, his hands found their way underneath your shirt to softly caress your waist. you felt yourself fall more in love with the boy in front of you, whom you were currently making out with. you would have never ever thought you’d be in this position with chenle, your best friend, who you believed was in love with someone else.
you pulled away to look at him, your eyes glimmering with love and lust to kiss him once again. you couldn’t help but think— why were you two in this position? was it because he saw you as someone he could potentially be with, or was it because it was his way of practicing for the girl he was supposed to see in the upcoming days?
“chenle,” you breathed as the boy leaned his forehead to touch yours; a meaningless gesture to some, but you felt your heart swell up. it was romantic, and you couldn’t get enough.
“yeah, baby?” he asked, causing you to feel dizzy at the nickname that he rarely gave you unless you were upset and he was calming you down.
“was that—,” you begin, catching yourself shaking slightly at the thought of the words that were just about to fall from your lips, “for practice? you know, for your date in a few days?”
chenle only laughed at you, his mellifluous laugh filled the air as you stared back at him. he was so beautiful when he laughed— he always looked as if he was the happiest being alive when he did so, and nothing made you happier than seeing his inexplicable happiness.
“i wouldn’t have kissed you again if it weren’t for you.” he said, now caressing your hips with his thumbs since you didn’t leave your previous position of atop his lap. “i realized halfway through our first kiss that you are the only person i ever want to kiss.”
you felt your cheeks heat up with crimson; “you want to only kiss me?” you inquired, causing the boy to shake his head before leaning down and kissing you again.
“more than you’ll ever know,” he said softly against your lips— leaving your heart in flutters.
you no longer had to worry about chenle and his short-lived relationships with others, because you knew now that his heart was yours, entirely yours. as the tears brimmed your mahogany eyes, you reached for his hand and kissed it gently. with his hand in yours, you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, adoration filling the air.
➸ request from anon; hellooo!! could i request dad!chenle bringing 1 year old caihong with him to practice??? tysm !!!
➸ note; omg hi yellow anon bestie i hope you like this <333
➸ word count; 1393 words
➸ caihong; aged 1
nct masterlist
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‘Dada, singer!’ Caihong shrieks the same two words almost every morning when she sees Chenle leave.
When it first became apparent that Caihong was actually beginning to listen and process what the two of you were saying, you had mentioned quite a few times that ‘daddy sings’. Somehow her tiny brain made the connection that Chenle left every morning to ‘go sing.’
Since she was still only one, nearly two, she couldn’t exactly communicate her curiosity, but you could still see it in the way she always asked Chenle to sing and stared longingly at the front door.
Eventually Caihong’s speech developed to the point where she was explicitly asking to ‘go with daddy’ when he left, leading you and Chenle to discuss possibly taking her along to the studio.
‘It’ll be fun, it will be a great opportunity to get her out of the house,’ Chenle reassures you.
‘Are you sure she won’t be in the way? I know how fussy and how she can just appear from nowhere and become a trip hazard-‘
‘Hey,’ Chenle interrupts your mini rant with a short kiss, ‘everything will be fine, okay? I’ll call you if I need you.’
You breathe a sigh of relief, ‘alright. I will.’
‘Good. Now you enjoy your time alone, ok? your facemask is still in the fridge and the bath bombs are in the bottom drawer.’
‘Thank you Chenle.’
‘It’s my pleasure,’ he kisses you again, ‘and I’ll be back to give you a shoulder massage before you know it!’
‘Mhm, still, make sure she behaves,’ you hum, leaning across to give Caihong a kiss on the cheek. Caihong then turns her head, to properly give you a kiss on the lips.
‘Have fun beautiful,’ you smile, ‘be good for daddy.’
‘Bye Mama,’ she waves her hand, and with that, she and Chenle leave.
You watch out the window while Chenle buckles her into her carseat and drives away into the early morning.
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‘Zhong Caihong!’ Renjun hollers, skipping down the corridor towards Chenle and the giggling baby.
‘She is in an incredible mood for an early morning,’ Chenle comments haphazardly.
‘She’s so precious… complete opposite of you,’ Renjun quips, laughing at Chenle’s face of annoyance.
At that point a few other of the members appear, sans Haechan.
‘Ahh there’s my favourite niece!’ Jisung beams, taking Caihong out of Chenle’s arms who is still shrieking at all of the newfound attention.
‘Chenle, they need you in the studio, Donghyuck’s just finishing up,’ Mark relays the managers information.
Today they were recording the baking track for a rearranged version or Rainbow that they were going to perform at an end of year award show. It wouldn’t be too difficult of a task, only light vocals to go alongside eventual live vocals.
You and Chenle always said Caihong’s name was a bit of an accident. Chenle pushed very hard for it, for reasons you didn’t originally understand until it dawned on you one day that Caihong was literally rainbow in Chinese. Chenle swears up and down he didn’t name her that as a sort of mark of fondness towards his life with the dreamies, but you knew otherwise.
Entering the studio, Chenle was given the usual water and lyric sheet. Reading over the lyrics always make him somewhat emotional, considering he could apply it to both his six best friends and his daughter.
‘Ready to go?’ The assistant asks through the intercom and Chenle holds his thumb up as an affirmative.
After a few seconds, the intro begins to play.
‘At the end of the cold rain, on the blue sky
I look at the rainbow light that is particularly clear.’
‘Uncles,’ Caihong mutters into Mark’s ear as she watches the remaining members stretch and get ready for dance practice.
‘Clever girl,’ Mark praises, bouncing the little girl in his arms, ‘you’re absolutely right.’
‘A rainbow that connects you and my heart.’
‘Where’s Mae?’ Caihong questions, referring to Mark’s daughter who she occasionally saw at various gatherings.
‘She’s at home with her mummy/mommy,’ Mark explains.
‘Oh.’
Not long later, Chenle is finished with the final recordings, and joins everybody else in the dance studio to begin stretching.
Jeno is pretty much done warming up, so decides to humour Caihong by pretending to bench-press her.
’Nono don’t,’ Caihong utters her nickname for Jeno, still shrieking wildly.
‘Ugh yeah, you’re probably right, you’re getting heavier and heavier.’
At this point Chenle comes over, ‘come on Caihong, let’s leave uncle Jeno alone and sit down for a bit.’
Chenle takes Caihong over to a sofa in the corner of the practice room, where she can sit with a female member of staff as well as being in Chenle’s sight.
While the members work on their dance routine for the awards show, Chenle watches out of the corner of his eye as the staff member attempts to distract Caihong with various toys from her backpack.
Chenle feels somewhat sorry for the staff member, as he knows how easily distracted and bored his one year old can get.
One minute she wants to play with the Peppa Pig figures, next minute she wants the Snorlax build-a-bear she (you) had made a few months ago, and the next she’s standing up on the sofa, giggling before jumping so that she lands on her bottom.
‘Do you want water Caihong?’ The staff member asks, eventually assisting Caihong in drinking from a tiny cup.
After half an hour or so, Caihong was becoming increasingly restless, bored from lack of stimulation and missing her father.
‘Maybe we should have a break for a bit,’ Mark suggests, seeing Caihong out of the corner of his eye.
‘I agree,’ Renjun nods, ‘but only so I can play with my niece!’
Chenle chuckles, crossing the room to reach his daughter.
’Thank you for looking after her,’ Chenle thanks the staff member, picking up his daughter and bringing her back to her uncles.
When lowered down to the ground she immediately gravitates towards Renjun and Mark.
‘Hi beautiful girl!’ The members fawn over her, commenting on how big she’s gotten and trying to engage her in some play.
‘Who’s that?’ Jaemin asks, pointing to her Snorlax teddy.
’Snore-lah!’ She shrieks, thrusting the teddy at Jaemin, who takes it.
‘Did you come here to see your daddy?’ Jeno questions.
’See daddy sing!’ She squeals, still giggling.
‘Wow, Chenle, her speech is so good,’ Haechan commends the younger member, clapping him on the back.
‘I know,’ Chenle nods, ‘she says so much now, sometimes we have full blown conversations. It’s scary. Makes me realise she’s growing up.’
’Daddy sing,’ she repeats, this time placing her tiny hand on Chenle’s knee for effect.
‘You want to hear a song?’ Mark asks her, leaning closer to her level.
‘Yeah!’
‘She likes Dear Dream,’ Chenle informs them, ‘it’s her favourite.’
‘I guess we know what we’re singing then,’ Jisung chuckles.
‘Ready?’ Mark, ever the leader, questions the others.
‘One, two, three..’
Chenle starts; ‘Don't forget a single thing on a distant night a star will comfort you that'll be me.’
Caihong noticeably perks up a bit, recognising the song.
Renjun continues, ‘No one can understand our importance to each other.’
Then Donghyuck, ‘you exist in my heart.’
All seven then begin to sing, loudly and obnoxiously, sounding almost like a drunken choir, prompting Caihong to laugh melodically.
‘I’ll be your home oh oh, I’ll be your home.’
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‘Did she have a nice time?’ You speak before you see Caihong dead to the world in Chenle’s arms.
‘Oh,’ you trail off mid sentence, keeping quiet as to not disturb the sleeping girl.
‘She has a great time. We had a nice sing-a-long together, although she wasn’t really saying any real words, just shrieking the melody.’
‘Looks like she’ll be taking after you,’ you chuckle.
‘Oh I don’t think I could handle the threat of another singer in this house,’ Chenle laughs quietly.
‘You’ll just have to learn how to deal with it,’ you respond, ‘thank you for taking her out for the day, I’m sure she had so much fun.’
‘She did. I’m gonna go try and get some PJs on her and then I’ll put her down for a nap.’
‘Alright,’ you nod, ‘then I may just have to cash in that massage.’
🌃 Warnings: Mentions of nightmares and fear, this is another comfort blurb djksfjkfjsdj
Note: Image from Pinterest
You tossed and turned, whimpering in fear, until finally waking up, your blood running cold. You panted heavily, a cold sheen of sweat covering your whole body, and you broke down into tears because of the terrifying nightmare you had just experienced.
You curled into the sleeping bag on the floor of Chenle’s room, sobbing quietly as you tried to shake yourself from the vivid terrors you had just experienced. You shivered, shoving your face into your arm to muffle the sound of you crying. You didn’t want to wake up your friend Chenle, who was sleeping soundly in his bed. You knew you would feel horribly if he missed out on well-deserved sleep all because you were afraid.
But that’s the thing. You were afraid. You really just wanted, and needed, some comfort right now. Maybe if you just got up quietly, and got a glass of water, you might feel better. That is, if you managed to stop shaking.
Letting out a shuddery breath, you stood, tugging your t-shirt down over your striped shorts, trying to compose yourself.
“Y/n?” You jumped at the sound of a voice calling your name, letting out a gasp and a sob. You quickly realized it was just Chenle, who was partially awake, now, but that just made the tears fall harder.
“Whoa, are you okay?” Chenle was fully awake now, and he sat up, propped against his pillow. Pale moonlight filtered in through the translucent curtains that cascaded down the window, etching the faint outline of worry on Chenle’s sweet boyish face.
You shook your head, and Chenle kicked off his blanket, scrambling out of bed and quickly making his way toward you.
“Oh, gosh, you’re shaking. Y/n, hey, Y/n, look at me.” Chenle panicked, before slowly running his hands down your arms and taking your hands into his. His warm, soft touch made you feel instantly at least a little bit calmer. “What’s wrong?”
“I-I had a nightmare.” You whispered, and Chenle wrapped you in his arms.
“Oh, Y/n, it’s going to be okay. I promise. Shh, it’s not real.” He whispered, his voice low and soothing as he stroked your hair. You buried your face in his chest, having forgotten all about your worries of him losing sleep and just simply yearning for his comfort.
“It felt so real!” You cried, wrapping your arms tightly around him.
“I know, I know, but it’s not, I promise. Everything is okay. You’re safe, Y/n, you’re safe, I promise.”
You let out a shuddery breath and allowed Chenle to continue stroking your hair, whispering “you’re okay,” over and over, until you managed to calm down further.
“Listen, how about you stay with me, in my bed?” Chenle suggested with a small smile. “It might make you feel better.”
You nodded. “Please.”
“Come on, then.” Chenle gently led you to his bed, and you both slid under the soft comforter. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his torso, your heart rate finally slowing to a somewhat normal pace.
“I’ll be right here the whole time, okay? I promise. I’ll be right here. You’re safe.” Chenle said, looping his arms around you.
“Thank you, Chenle.” You said quietly, resting your head on his chest. You focused on his heartbeat, the soft pitter patter in his chest, and it lulled you into a sleepy state. The last thing you heard before drifting fully off to sleep once more was Chenle, softly whispering into your hair.
“I’ll always protect you.”
🌃I hope you enjoyed this lil timestamp, it’s another I wrote like last year dkjsfjlddsjkl
🌃GOTTA GET THAT CHENLE CONTENT
🌃If any of you suffer from bad nightmares or sleep struggles, I hope this was able to provide a bit of comfort for you <3
"Wait. I'll go get the pillows and the blankets." you said scurrying off since bestfriend!chenle thought that it's fun to build a blanket fort.
"Hey! Help me here, it was your idea and your just eating snacks."
"Yeah, Yeah."
Sitting underneath the 'poorly' made blanket fort you positioned your laptop on the end of your bed so both of you can see.
You feel hot throughout the movie. Because your sitting underneath a blanket fort that both of you had made, watching a silly disney movie, sitting close to each other, shoulder to shoulder.
The movie ended and you insisted that it's best to sleep since it's late.
Tossing and turning yourself around the bed. Your eyes shut open. The two of you can't seem to sleep.
"Hey-" you both said in unison.
"Can't sleep?" chenle said giggling
"Yeah..." you open your lamp.
"You know..." he started "i liked you for a very long time... remember that time when you helped me when i fell off the swing? that's when i realized that i liked-"
You didn't let him finish instead you crash your lips against his. Lips dancing, molding against each other like two puzzle pieces combined. Stopping to catch your breaths
"What if... I liked you ever since I helped you when you fell off the swing?"
‘Y/NNNNNN!’ You had just enough time to turn towards the shriek of your name before you were barrelled into. You felt the air leave your lungs and two arms come to wrap tightly around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly as you were spun in a circle. Your own arms wound around their neck, from muscle memory more than anything else as you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your mouth.
Chenle eventually put you down and you immediately took a deep breath.
‘Jesus, Chenle I think you just winded me slightly.’ You laughed, placing a hand on your chest to feel your rapid heartbeat.
Your boyfriend simply laughed at you, reaching up to gently pat you on the head before leaning in to place a kiss to your cheek.
‘Well you’d better get used to it, because that’s how I’m going to greet you every time I see you.’ He confessed, giggling again at your expression.
‘You’re going to knock the breath out of me every time I see you?’ You questioned him. You knew that by now you should be used to Chenle’s antics but he still found a way to surprise you.
‘Why not? You always take my breath away when I see you, I’m simply returning the favour.’ He grinned, watching as you tried not to smile at his teasing. You gave up eventually, bursting out into a fit of laughter to hide how flustered you actually were.
‘Ok fine, you win. That was good one. How long have you been waiting to use that?’
‘About three weeks.’ Chenle admitted, watching as you laughed again.
One thing Chenle loved the most about you, was your laugh. And the fact that that beautiful sound happened because of him was a blessing he never knew he could be so grateful for. Jisung often made fun of him for this, but Chenle couldn’t listen to your laugh without smiling himself. There was something so infectious about your happiness that, no matter how bad of a day he had had, one look at your smile could make Chenle feel like nothing was wrong in the world.
‘God I love you.’ You said to him, his face lighting up at your sudden confession.
He pulled you back in by the waist, leaning into you as he whispered a confession of his own.
[ 06:31 ] “Happy Birthday.” You mumbled, shaking your boyfriend Chenle awake. He stirred, opening his eyes and squinting at the bright light which shone through from the hallway, but the confused and somewhat annoyed look on his face melted into a tired smile as he focused on you.
“Thank you, but what the hell time is it?” He asked, the gravelly drawl of his morning voice affecting you probably more than it should have at this point in your relationship.
“It’s half 6. I wanted to come by early so we could spend time together before you had to go to work. Let me in.” You pawed at the duvet he was lying under. He rolled his eyes, jokingly, lifting the corner and shuffling backwards to create room for you. You climbed in, wrapping your arms around his waist and burrowing your face into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his citrusy body wash and remnants of his way-too-expensive cologne. He gently rested one arm over your body, wrapping the duvet around you as he rested his chin on your head.
“You’re cold.” He murmured into your hair.
“I know I’m cold, that’s why I wanted in.” You replied just as quietly, a mischievous smile growing on your face as you cuddled into his body even more.
“I thought it was because you loved me.” He pouted.
“That too, I guess.”
You lay there in a comfortable silence for a moment, so still that Chenle had genuinely thought for a moment you had fallen asleep.
“(Y/N)?” He asked, and you looked up at him in response.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” You smiled, leaning up and gently pressing your lips against his. Two years together, and something as simple as soft kisses in his bed still made you heart flutter.
“I love you more.”
“Well that’s just impossible.”
“I came to your house at 6 o’clock in the morning just to say happy birthday.”
“...Yeah, you are a bit whipped aren’t you?”
Needless to say, if Chenle hadn’t properly woken up before, you hitting him in this face with a pillow made sure he was now.
A/N; this isn’t the best but I had to write some tooth-aching fluff for his birthday, i just legally had to.
The excess cocoa dust that flies out of the packet you just opened tickles your nose and makes you scrunch your eyes together as you feel a sneeze approaching. You rub your nose to get rid of the feeling, at the same time trying to keep an eye on the milk that’s steaming on the stove in front of you. As you shut off the stove and move the milk away from the heat, your phone dings with a notification.
“You have a memory from one year ago today!”
Tilting your head, you try to remember what exactly you were doing on this day last year, and a shy smile crosses your face when you realize you were probably with Chenle. Your suspicions are confirmed when you open the app and look at the automated photo album filled with pictures of you and Chenle on this day last year.
At that time, your relationship was only a few months old and the pictures you took were a bit awkward— smiling brightly in every picture, trying to get your best angles, finding the best lighting. It makes you laugh out loud into your empty kitchen; the pictures you and Chenle take now are so much more different— filled with funny faces that neither of you would dare to post on social media, and mostly candids taken in the moment when you just want to cherish the memories from that time not only in your head, but also in a more permanent place.
Walking to the big window in your living room, you glance through the blinds to see snow falling gently onto the dimly lit streets, similar to what the scenery looks like in the photos in your hand. A sudden wave of melancholy hits you. You miss Chenle, a lot.
You miss him all the time, actually, but today it hurts you a bit more that he’s so far away from you. You fall onto the couch, your hot chocolate forgotten in the kitchen as you press the call button on Chenle’s contact. He answers in one ring.
“Isn’t it late over there? What are you doing up?” You laugh a bit at how he immediately starts to nag at you, kicking your feet up and over the back of the couch so that your head is on the seat.
“I was thinking about you, and I started to miss you.” You answer truthfully, turning your head to look at the electric piano that sits idly by the window, collecting dust now that Chenle hasn’t been here for a few weeks to play on it. You remember a few months ago when Chenle was over at your place so often, his belongings made their way over, too. From clothes, to toiletries, to decorations he bought to make your place look better, to this piano that he would always nag about being uncomfortable to play on. But when you told him to go home and play on his own professional grand piano, he would mumble something about how the atmosphere was better at your place, and continued on practicing.
“Why would you think about me? Now you miss me, and I miss you, and we’re both miserable.” You can’t help but laugh at his tone, joking yet truthful. “What are we gonna do about this?” He asks, and you hear him sigh on the other side of the phone. An idea pops into your head after you remember the picture you were just looking at.
“Can you play me something? On the piano?” You ask hopefully.
“You know I’m a musician, I don’t play for free. How are you going to pay me?”
“With kisses and cuddles when you come back home?”
“Deal.” You smile at how quickly Chenle is bought and get comfy in your position, closing your eyes as Chenle shuffles around on the other side of the line.
The bad quality of sound through the phone couldn’t stop Chenle’s playing from sounding beautiful. You can almost imagine how his skilled fingers move over the keys like he knows each individual black and white ivory well. The song he plays starts out sad sounding, but soon turns full and romantic with the addition of the lower notes and as the melody progresses. Soon, the song speeds up and the flurry of notes at the end feel like they're falling at the same time as the snow outside. The song then fades out with one last note and Chenle lets it ring for a bit before raising his fingers off of the keys.
“Y/N?” After the song ends, Chenle picks up the phone, but he’s only met with your heavy breathing. He smiles a bit, hoping that you’re somewhere comfortable and warm as you sleep tonight. “Good night, I love you.”
He ends the call, a smile still lingering on his face. His heart feels heavy as he begins to miss nights like this with you, but at the same time he feels sentimental about spending times like this with you, since they only make the time you spend in each other’s presence that much sweeter.
Before Chenle puts his phone down, he gets a notification that lights up his screen, highlighting the picture of you as his background. Chenle’s smile widens at the notification and he swipes his phone open.
