𓂃˖ ִֶָ 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 ་༘࿐
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✩ paring: chan x fem!reader [couples]
✩ genre: fluff, sad, a bit of angst, comfort
✩ warnings: nothing explicit, swearing, chan is insecure :( , reader is caring and loving towards him, chan calls reader 'babe', a small argument, kissing [I believe that's all, if I missed anything, please let me know! x]
☆ A/N: This is the first part of my upcoming series! Let me know if yall liked this one !! Channie should never be insecure. He's really hardworking, loyal, caring, and loving, and it shows in the way he treats his members and family and stays. I hope he can fully accept how loved he is, how important he is, how amazing and pretty he is. :] 💚
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☆ w.c: 1,138
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I need to run, but I can't
get out of bed for anyone
It was almost 4 a.m., and Chan had stayed up yet another night working on one of his new songs. He was really stubborn. No matter how much people scolded him for not getting proper rest, he didn't listen to them. Clicking away on his beloved laptop, he was trying to perfect this song he had been working on for a week. Even though the light from the device made his eyes burn, he didn't care enough to stop. He just blinked the tiredness away.
"Fucking hell.. why can't I get it right?" He mumbled to himself, a bit frustrated. The part he was working on currently was giving him a lot of issues. He wanted to make this song perfect. Why? Because it was for you, of course.
You. The light of his life, the only person who kept him sane when he was surviving endless nights on energy drinks, the only person who made him feel energetic and well rested. You were his entire world, and what kind of boyfriend would he be, if not making a song for you on your birthday? He needed to get this done as soon as he could.
It really hurts
When I need to so bad, but I can't see her
My y/n, my special girl
He laid back in his chair, throwing his head back as well, looking up at the plain ceiling of his studio. He thought about how you would definitely be asleep right now, in one of your weird but hella cute sleeping positions. He knew it very well, all those nights you slept together in each other's warmth and comfort, how you always turn a lot in your sleep, sometimes kicking him lightly. It just gave him a reason to hold you tighter, closer. He missed it, your comfort. You were at your shared apartment with him. He wanted to come back earlier to slip in bed with you, but he just had to finish the song. He wanted to do something for you because he loved you so much.
He sometimes doubted if he was enough for you. He hated himself for not being with you every night, even though you both lived together. How he couldn't cook for you because he had work, though he always left money in case you wanted to order something. You never did, though. Instead, you kept it back in his wallet whenever he was home and passed out on the bed.
You knew how much Chan felt worthless, and you made sure to make him forget all the negativity. Luckily, he did. At least whenever he was with you, his head resting on your chest as he looked up at you with those pretty eyes, cute dimples, and a perfect smile. He loved how you scratched his head gently, soothing his frustrated, overwhelmed mind. He really wanted to hug you right now, wanted to feel your warm hands wrapping around him.
He continued working on the song until he finished and passed out in the studio. You went there next morning to bring him breakfast, and you both cuddled together. Finally, he was happy that he could be with you again.
He showed it to you, it was your birthday today. You loved it so much and thanked him for it, praising him about how talented and sweet he is.
Sometimes I act like I know
But I'm really just a kid
With two corks in his eyes
And a bully in his head
"You need to know what to prioritize, Chris!" It stung, your voice sharp in his ringing ears. How could he do this? How could he be so careless? He hated himself for it, hated himself for making you sad. For making you almost cry.
"I- I'm sorry - babe, please. I didn't mean to cancel our dinner tonight.. I just have work.." He knew it wasn't an excuse. He knew he was putting work before you. The love and light of his life. He just had to finish the project assigned by his company, but he had already canceled so many dates with you this week. You couldn't help but lash out without thinking properly.
He didn't deserve you, at least that's what he thought. But you were afraid that you were just a burden to him, a responsibility that he would need to stop his work for. You knew that he loved you, so much and genuinely. You just didn't want him to get distant. You could clearly see the massive eye bags under his sweet, soft eyes, the dark circles that showed how hardworking he is. His tired voice pleading for forgiveness, but you weren't mad at all. You could never be. You only needed him to rest, just for a week. You did think of burning his laptop, but stealing it from him would be harder than taking down a hoard of zombies without having any weapons. Was it normal to get jealous of a laptop? Probably not.
Chan was his own enemy, constantly thinking he wasn't enough. He tried to work as much as he could to be able to provide for you both, even though you weren't married to him. Not yet, at least. How can he be so perfect? You hugged him, that warm comforting hug where you had to make him bend down a bit so your arms could wrap around his neck. He returned it with the same amount of affection, burying his face into the space between your neck and shoulders, sighing in relief.
"I love you, okay? I'm sorry for arguing. I know you only mean good for us, I know you can't control your boss.." You said softly in his ears, kissing it right after. He hugged you tighter. "It's okay, babe. I'm sorry too.. I won't make empty promises."
You pulled back first, bringing your hand up to caress his soft cheeks. Touching his dimples as he smiled apologetically at you. He bent down to kiss you softly, making you smile into it and wrap your arms around his neck again.
After the kiss, you looked up at him, admiring his face. Even though he looked like he definitely needed a lot of sleep, you couldn't help but think he's the most perfect man. You really won.
"So pretty.." You couldn't help but mumble while staring up at him. His eyes widened a bit at the words but his smile got even wider. Even though he didn't think he was pretty, he wanted to believe you because you never lie. He loves you, you love him, that's all that matters.
I hope that she
Looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty"
Something I can't believe
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