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[iconicallyher]

hiii i think your requests are open at the moment and i really like you’re previous work, do you think you could write one about members going on tour and reader having a toxic friend that brings them down/makes them insecure and it’s only after a certain time that the members catch on and confront reader about it? if not i understand, thank you either way 💌

protect your peace.

・ρairing — bf!chan x fem!reader .ᐟ

・ ᧁenre / angst / comfort .

・ ꪮutline — you deal with a “friend” that’s been bringing you down lately, and chan notices.

・ ᭙arnings — kissing, weight mentions, crying, cringe, lmk if i missed anything .ᐟ

・᭙ordcount — 838 .

・ ꪖ/n — protect your peace .ᐟ

the hotel room’s quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. chan sits on the edge of the bed, laptop open, light from the screen soft against his tired face. his phone vibrates—your name lighting up the display.

he smiles instantly, the exhaustion in his shoulders melting a little.

“hey, baby,” he greets, voice warm and low. but your reply is soft—polite, almost practiced. “hey, chan.”

he pauses. something about the way you say his name feels different.

usually, you fill the space between his breaths—little laughs, stories about your day, teasing him about how he overworks himself. but lately, you’ve been… distant.

“how was your day?” he asks, watching your face through the camera. “it was fine,” you say, eyes flicking away. “just hung out with my friend for a bit.”

you try to smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. he notices that too—the same way he notices when one of the boys is having a rough day but won’t say it.

“which friend?” he asks gently.

you hesitate. “you remember hana?”

he does. the one who’s always making little “jokes” about your clothes, your looks, your relationship. the one you defend, saying she’s just blunt.

chan hums softly, trying not to let his worry slip into his tone. “yeah… how’d that go?”

“fine,” you repeat. “she just said i looked different lately. like… i’ve gained some weight or something.”

he watches you shrink into yourself as you say it.

“baby.” his voice is quiet—steady. “you know she shouldn’t be saying stuff like that, right?”

you wave it off. “it’s okay, she’s just honest.”

“honest doesn’t mean cruel.”

there’s silence. you look down, fiddling with your sleeve, and he knows he can’t push right now—not when he’s hundreds of miles away. so he just says softly,

“i wish i could hug you right now.”

and that’s how it goes for the rest of the tour—little pieces of you fading through the screen while he tries to keep smiling on stage.

when he finally gets home, the apartment feels different.

your laughter used to greet him at the door; now it’s quiet. he finds you sitting at the kitchen counter, scrolling through your phone, expression heavy. you look up when you hear him—and even though you try to smile, he sees the exhaustion in your eyes.

“hey,” you say softly.

he drops his bags and crosses the space in three long strides, wrapping you in his arms before you can even take a step. you melt against him instantly; your breath catching as you bury your face into his chest.

he exhales into your hair. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too.”

but he doesn’t let go. not yet.

he feels how tense you are—like your body’s forgotten how to rest. when you finally sit down together, he gently tilts your chin up.

“talk to me,” he says quietly. “what’s been happening?”

you try to brush it off again, but the concern in his eyes breaks you. the words tumble out—how hana comments have been getting worse, how she lcompares you to other people, makes you feel unworthy of him, says things like ‘you’re lucky he even wants you.’

and the whole time you’re speaking, chan’s expression changes. his lips press into a thin line, his eyes glisten, and his hand never leaves yours.

when you finish, his voice is soft—but there’s steel underneath. “that’s not a friend. that’s someone who doesn’t want to see you happy.”

you shake your head. “she didn’t mean it like that-” he stops you gently, squeezing your hand. “baby, stop protecting people who hurt you.”

you blink, startled. his tone isn’t angry—it’s protective, heart-deep. “you have such a big heart that you keep giving people the benefit of the doubt, even when they keep cutting you. but you don’t have to shrink yourself just to make someone else comfortable.”

tears spill over before you can stop them. he pulls you into his chest again, holding you like the world might fall apart if he lets go.

“i don’t like who i’ve been lately,” you whisper. “i feel so small.” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “you’re not small. you’re everything. and i hate that someone made you forget that.”

you feel his heartbeat against your ear—steady, grounding.

after a long moment, he murmurs,

“you don’t need to keep her in your life, okay? you don’t owe anyone access to your peace.” you nod slowly. “i know.”

“good.” he smiles faintly, brushing away your tears. “now, let’s delete her number together. then we’ll order takeout, watch something stupid, and i’ll remind you exactly how beautiful you are—inside and out.”

you laugh wetly, shaking your head. “you’re so dramatic.” he grins, dimples appearing. “only for you.”

that night, as you fall asleep against his chest, he strokes your hair and whispers, “you’re safe now. you’re loved. and anyone who tries to make you doubt that—they don’t get a second chance.”

and for the first time in weeks, you believe him.

・ ꪖ/n — thank you for the support & patience while i'll was changing my theme . loosely edited.

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[vicolette]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 !!

– Warnings: English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n, not proofread.

"You eat like a starved man, bro."

Hector stopped eating for a split second as his eyes darted to meet the ones of Lamine, who had just made that remark with a wide grin on his face and his eyes shining in mischief. They both were out with a few friends, having thought that it would be a great idea.

Well, if he could ignore the fact that you were right beside him of all people, then it might have been as casual as a normal Saturday afternoon hang out for lunch could possibly be – Pau chatting his sister in an attempt to get her to pick him up, Alejandro making the most ridiculous jokes of all time, and last but not least, Lamine glancing at him in pure excitement.

Because only this idiot knew about Hector's crush on you. How he had found it out? He didn’t know, but he hoped that it wasn’t obvious to you at the very least.

Well, it seemed like you were peacefully enjoying your food while some mutual friends were blabbering nonsense about anything and everything. Your thigh was just slightly brushing against his, and he swore that he felt like death itself could get him and he wouldn’t regret a thing.

Until he finished his food. The expression of surprise on your face wasn’t easy to miss, much less for a guy like Hector, who paid attention to your every move. You took a look at it, and then furrowed your eyebrows.

After that, Alejandro suddenly got his attention and showed something so unfunny on his phone, that it somehow made it funny, making Hector shake his head while he let out a small chuckle.

The following next minutes were spent with Hector picking at the little leftovers from his lunch, mindlessly scrolling through his TikTok feed while his ears were actually halfway listening to Pau rant about how cute this animal was that he had seen. Then, Lamine suggested the game truth or dare, with his first victim being Hector.

Great.

"So! Truth…" As he interlocked his fingers and made a dramatic pause, Hector could only hope that he wasn’t about to make him confess his love for you out loud. "… or dare?"

"Dare." A whistle was heard as he gave one of your friends a mere glance, wondering just why some random guy had to tag along with you.

"Collect the trash." They didn’t even know each other, and this stranger was daring to tell him what he should do? He was about to say something insulting in response, when you abruptly interrupted him by accident.

"Hey, don’t say that!" As you quietly scolded him for randomly saying that, instead of letting Lamine give him a dare, Hector stood up and took everyone’s finished meals. Alejandro quickly wiped his mouth with a tissue before tossing it on his plate, Pau thanking him, and Lamine giving him the 'I know why you did that' stare.

As he took the rubbish of that weirdo, Hector gave him a glare before turning to your direction, a sheepish smile on his face as he shrugged it off, when he suddenly saw your plate.

You still had some food left to eat, so Hector didn’t say anything except for you to enjoy it and walking over to bring it away. In the way there, he checked the time to see that it was slowly getting late and that they still had some plans to do before parting ways, so he wondered how long it would take you to finish it.

Just as he had returned, his attention shifted from you to that guy again, seeing how he was ready to leave already and was on his way to the exit. Meanwhile, your mutual friends just stayed and tried to persuade him to come back, since you hadn’t finished yet.

As Hector sat back down on his seat and stared down at your plate, seeing how you couldn’t eat that fast enough to please him, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at Lamine, who was still stressing over that random.

It seemed like no one really liked him. At least not much, since you somewhat had the audacity to bring him with you.

"You can go." All of a sudden, Hector snapped as he stared daggers at him, his eyes narrowed while Pau quite literally tensed up at his tone of voice. It so clearly meant that he wasn’t going to deal with people like him – impatient, bossy, irritating ones.

Meanwhile, you were trying to get everything inside your stomach without eating too fast, wanting to enjoy your food without being pressured to eat too much all at once. With an assuring hand on your shoulder, Hector leaned in and whispered into your ear. "Forget about that rat, eat slowly."

Before you could even say anything, he sat normally with a straight back and raised an eyebrow that the stranger, seeing how he finally left after a short while of complicating whether or not he should stay. Lamine pumped his fist into the air, with Alejandro beside him snickering at his actions before turning to you. "Why did you even bring him with you?"

You could finally calm down and nervously play around with your food, thinking for a while about what to say. "He didn’t want to be alone, so he just came with me."

"No asking or anything?" Alejandro questioned with a loud gasp. Seeing how you shook your head only made him raise an eyebrow and look at you up and down, while Lamine stared at Hector for a while before glancing at your direction, wiggling his eyebrows with joy.

If he could, Hector would have punched him in the face.

Instead, he didn’t bother to listen to Pau talk about how the music taste could genuinely affect a couple’s relationships, and watched as you silently continued to eat in a rush, nudging your elbow.

He hated himself a little for acting so rude, cursing under your breath before he saw how you looked at him, offering some food in thanks for standing up for him. Hector could only shake his head, leaning in once again as his words sent shivers down your spine.

"Take your sweet time."

– A/N : do we fw the new theme or nah