Untitled. (again)
stray kids bangchan x fem reader; mentions of felix and hannah
genre: angst, no happy ending, implied best friends to exes
long overdue continuation of this oneshot; not proofread | masterlist
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“Hey, beautiful.” Chan tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as her arms find their way around his neck.
“Hey, yourself.” Two could play this game, she thought.
“How are you feeling?” He asked as they swayed along to the song.
“Well if you’re talking about being a married woman, I’ve only been wifed up for a good 2 hours but nonetheless, I feel great—happy.”
And it was true. He sees it in the way her eyes sparkle that it makes him want to cry and laugh at the same time. He didn’t do either and settled on making a joke instead.
“Well, I was actually pertaining to those feet of yours in heels, but good to know—“
She smacked his chest lightly which finally earned a laugh from both of them.
“I’m so thankful you’re here though, I didn’t think you were serious about coming.”
“Wouldn’t want to be a douche til the end and miss my best friend’s wedding for the world. And,” he stressed, “I had to see the man himself, of course, check if he is indeed worthy, but now that I have, I might have to ask him if you spelled him—“
Another smack in the chest.
“No but seriously, Tony seems like a really good guy. He’s good for you. Better. and I’m happy…for you two.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, a hint of bittersweetness, “for everything.”
Not trusting himself with words, he gave her a nod and a smile.
“Mind if I cut in?”
And it was like he was snapped out of a bubble. Chan turned to look at the lucky bast—he means guy, lucky guy hehe before shaking his head.
“Not at all.” Chan immediately lets go, but not before a quick squeeze of both her hands he was then unconsciously holding.
He congratulated the couple again before going back to his assigned table.
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“I’m surprised you didn’t try to object during the ceremony.” His sister joked as she hands him a drink.
“And why would I do that when she looks that happy.” He answered, eyes locked across the reception hall where she’s dancing with her now husband.
“Hyung, you’re not going to bawl your eyes again are you?” A slightly drunk Felix butted in, but was quickly shushed by Hannah.
“Nah, I think I already dried myself up during the ceremony.”
Hannah frowned and turned to look at her brother. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Mhmm.” Chan hummed before giving his sister a warm smile. “Or at least I think I will be.”
“Alrighty, is it okay if we go to the garden for a bit? I think I need to sober up your good mate here—“
“—boyfriend!” the said mate corrected!
“I’m not actually foive, Hannah,” Chan chuckled, “You two go. But no funny business, alright?” He warned in a joking manner to which Hannah just rolled her eyes.
When he was finally left alone, Chan’s gaze went towards the direction of the woman he loved—still love the most and found himself drifting back to all the moments they shared.
He remembers first time they met, the friendship that blossomed not sooner than the romantic feelings albeit not knowing at the time; the physical separation when he went to korea to pursue his dreams, and the conversations that followed, making his heart truly grow fonder with the distance.
He remembers that one vacation break where he got to hold her again—only then as more than just a friend, and that day the two of them finally came to terms with both their feelings which ended up with their shared first kiss.
He remembers the long distance relationship, the surprise visits in between his idol and her also busy schedule, the longing, those nights of reassuring both never asked but appreciated, even the rarest fights; and that despite all that, he remembers choosing her and vice versa: choosing “us”.
Until she couldn’t anymore.
He remembers the calmness before that stormy day she finally decided to call it quits, to choose herself and how he went along with it without a fight because deep inside, he wanted that too: to choose oneself rather than the “we” and “us”. It was probably the most selfish, or maybe selfless act in a way, depending on how one looks at it.
But as days turned to weeks, months, years, his heart remained in the same place, never finding another, never wanting—needing to. Determined to reconnect with her, his heart leaped when she agreed to his lunch invitation. But it was soon shattered when she broke the news. He was too late, she was already getting married…and not to him, which brings him back to the present.
It’s funny really, it was like he was having this la la land moment—you know that scene at the end—picturing how it would be like had the two of you stayed together, had both continued to choose the “we” and the “us”.
Then it would be him she’s dancing with right now, foreheads touching, whispering sweet nothings, exchanging vows bound to keep forever.
It would be him at the receiving end of her radiant smiles and melodious laughter, of her warm hugs and blissful kisses; It would be him singing at the top of his lungs with her during karaoke date nights and him slow dancing with her in the middle of the night in their dark living room without any music playing.
It would be him sharing the most comfortable silence as she drinks her cup of coffee while he drinks his glass of pineapple juice as both worked on their respective projects; It would be him who would hold her hand when words fail to comfort her stresses; and it would be him that would lie next to her when both couldn’t sleep being insomniacs and him waking up next to her when they do.
It would be him looking forward to a future of togetherness with her, feeling a different kind of excitement as they find themselves expecting, charging to every food place to satisfy her weird cravings and holding her hair back as she retches it after, figuring out how to set up a nursery and thinking about baby names, racing towards the hospital and having her grip the life out of his hands with the last push, bawling his eyes out upon meeting and holding their child for the first time whose brown eyes mirrored their own;
It would still be him with her during the succeeding sleepless nights not caused by the loudness of their own thoughts now but of their baby’s cries, seeing each other’s tired faces wearing clothes stained with baby vomit and still find the other person to be the most beautiful—even until his hair finally recedes and hers turned grey, and both got wrinkly, it would be him with her experiencing this rollercoaster ride called life.
But when Chan’s eyes met hers again, his lingering a bit longer even after exchanging a quick smile and her turning away again, he realized that it was and will always be just that:
a la la land moment. x AN: reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated! thank you for reading!