hiii! can i request number 5 and 12 with bangchan for the drabble request game? thank you in advance! hope you have a nice dayđź’–
drabble game: #5 (“what? what do you fucking want?”) + #12 (“we’re getting a divorce.” “i do think you need to marry me before you can do that.”)
word count: ~700
warnings: strong language (but dw it’s purely fluff)
a/n: i adore bang chan so thank u for requesting him <3 im sorry it took so long but i hope u enjoy, my dearest!
distractions | b.ch
chan probably understood the need to be alone in order to get an important job done more than anyone else he knew. alone time was vital to his own creative process, and he knew that finals were just around the corner for you, forcing you to buckle down and focus on your work. he understood and wanted to be supportive, but when you sat curled in his desk chair, wearing one of his many hoodies, tired eyes drooping as your fingers dashed wildly across your laptop’s keyboard, he couldn’t help but interrupt your study session.
“babe,” he whined with a grin, enveloping you in an awkward, clingy hug from behind. you hardly acknowledged his presence, eyes glued to the screen as the little word counter at the bottom ticked higher and higher. he tried again, this time poking your cheek with his index finger. “y/n,” he laughed, trying even more than usual to be lighthearted despite your preoccupied state.
you threw yourself back against the chair with a dramatic groan, leaning your head against his shoulder. from this position, your features appeared upside down to chan, with the frustrated creases around your forehead stretching down toward the carpet and your chin jutted toward the ceiling. “what?” you drew out the syllable as you turned ever so slightly in the leather chair, and chan’s smile only grew at your theatrical response. “what do you fucking want, you absolute hindrance?”
at that, chan burst out laughing, and you scrunched your eyebrows together to playfully indicate your seriousness. “stop laughing!” you pouted, although chan could tell from the way you pressed your lips together that you were suppressing your own fit of giggles.
“i’m not laughing!” he lied through a dazzling smile before peering at your computer out of curiousity. “ah, the social history of american agriculture—“ he hardly had time to finish reading the title of your paper before your head snapped up, and you swiveled around in your chair to glare at him.
“yes,” your tone was exasperated, and for a moment chan felt bad for interrupting your state of concentration. he felt your finger poke his chest, and he frowned, looking down at it with knitted eyebrows. “and i need to have a least another 2,000 words by midnight, so if you could kindly,” you nudged him back with the finger pressed into his chest, “go away.”
chan stuck out his bottom lip, a fake pout taking over his features. he knew he looked as silly as he felt, goofily pretending to be hurt by your words, but he couldn’t help feeling unbelievably giddy around you, even when you quite literally kicked him out of his own apartment. “fine,” he sniffled through pretend tears, shuffling away with his head down. “i’ll leave. even though you’re taking over my place...” he continued to pout even as he slipped his shoes on, hoping for some sort of reaction from you.
“channie,” you called his name out sweetly, and chan’s features alighted with glee.
“yes, love?”
you gestured for him to come back to you, a request he happily obliged to, smiling widely when your fingers hooked around his shirt collar and pulled him in for a kiss. “i love you,” you reassured him, and despite having heard those words countless times before, chan couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered when you whispered them into the space between your lips. “but if you come back here before i’m finished with my paper, we’re getting a divorce.”
chan quirked an eyebrow, “divorce?” he said teasingly, “well, i do think you need to marry me before you can do that.” his cheeky response caused you to sigh incredulously, and he scurried away before you could take a swing at his arm. “okay, okay, okay. i’m leaving, i’m leaving!” the words tumbled out of his mouth as you jokingly prepared your slipper to throw at him, and even though he knew you were stressed and frustrated with your paper, he heard you laugh as he closed the door behind him.
“marriage, huh?” he pondered quietly to himself with a love struck grin. “i wonder how she knew...” he trailed off, whistling a little tune he’d been working on, his mind wandering back to the dreams of wedding dresses and engagement rings he’d been having for the past week.
