for real this time. | bang chan
pairing: bang chan x reader
tags: fluff, flirting, 3 + 1
summary: The three times you realize why the whole school thinks you and Chan are dating, and the one time the truth is revealed.
The very first time it happens, you're in one of the spare classrooms finishing up decorations for the school festival. You're just about to finish painting a prop when something suddenly felt... off.
You look up. Look around. Frown. “Where’s Chan?”
“I thought you weren’t together.” Seungmin mutters without looking up from the paper he was cutting, then yelps when you pinch his side.
“Just because I’m looking for him doesn’t mean we’re together.”
Jeongin, who was beside him, snorts. “Why are you looking for him, then?”
“Because he has my bag,” You huff, and Seungmin finally looks up to give you an incredulous stare.
"Why does he have your bag?"
"He-" You start, but stop yourself. Why did Chan have your bag?
You think back to this afternoon's events. When you got out of your last class of the day, Chan was outside the room, cheeky smile on his face as he leaned against a wall. Your eyes had narrowed, but Chan just waved your suspicious look away and started walking with you.
While Chan chattered away about some stupid thing Hyunjin did in class, he had been reaching for your bag. And because you were so busy snorting and making fun of Hyunjin, you hadn't realized that you were letting Chan take it.
When you had gotten to the spare classroom, there was so much work to do that you immediately left Chan's side, leaving your bag with him.
Then you became so engrossed in working that you didn't notice Chan leave, hence, the current situation.
You blink. "I don't know. He just took it."
As if summoned, Chan enters the room then, plastic bag in his hands. Your bag is on his shoulders.
Your frown deepens. "Where were you?"
Chan sends you a sheepish smile. “Got caught up in traffic. Sorry babe.”
“Traffic? We don't have traffic around here. Where did you even go?" You narrow your eyes, at the same time Jeongin sends the others a wide-eyed look and stage whispers, “Babe? Since when?”
You resolutely ignore it. Chan’s lips quirk.
“Had to go to the city because Minho told me to pick some materials up. Were you worried?”
You scoff. "Hardly. Give me my bag."
"Ah." Chan tuts, dodging when you dart your hand out. He hikes your bag higher up his shoulders. "I'll carry it."
"Okay, fine. I have a water bottle in there. Give me it."
"No you don't. You finished all of it during lunch, remember?"
"Yes," Chan sighs. "Because the spicy tuna was too spicy. I'll buy you a drink. What do you want?"
"I saw them restock the coffee milk."
"Sit down here, you've been sitting on the floor for too long. I'll be right back."
Chan drags a chair over, and you groan gratefully as you get up from the floor to sit down on it. Only then does Chan leave, your bag still with him.
You lean back on the chair, about to start working on the props again, when you notice the room had gone strangely quiet. You look up to see everybody looking at you.
"What?" You ask, confused, but everybody just avoids your gaze and turns back to what they were doing, mumbling under their breaths.
Fortunately, you were near enough two girls to hear what they were saying.
"Bang Chan-ssi is so dreamy. I wish I had a boyfriend like that."
"He's always there to get whatever Y/N wants, right? So lucky."
You feel the tips of your ears burn when you process their words. You've heard of the rumors, but you didn't really think much about it... until now.
You've always known everybody thought you and Chan were dating. You denied it as soon as you knew about it, flabbergasted, but it had already spread like wildfire by then.
You go over the conversation in your head. Chan always did get you whatever you wanted. You've never had to ask for them, either. Chan just somehow... knew. You could see why people thought Chan was your boyfriend.
"You look like a tomato," Seungmin comments, snapping you out of his daze. "Maybe you should have asked Chan hyung to get you cold water."
"Shut up," You hiss, sliding down the chair. Whatever. High school kids gossip all the time and get bored quick.
Whatever they thought about you and Chan, it'll blow over soon.
The second time, it's at the soccer team's practice.
There was really no reason for you to be here. Your classes had finished an hour ago and none of the clubs you were in needed your immediate attention.
You were on your way home, passing by the field, when suddenly, "Y/N!"
You had turned around to see Chan jogging his way over, waving excitedly. You stop and let him come.
He's a bit out of breath when he arrives, making you tilt your head. How far had he ran?
You nod. "I thought you already left."
Chan makes a face. "I never leave before you."
You open your mouth to reply, but found that you don't really know what to say to that. Chan continues. "Didn't you have a meeting today?"
"Cancelled, it was moved on Fri-"
"Captain!" A voice startles you and Chan, and you both turn to see one of the soccer team players waving him over. "Come on!"
"Sorry," Chan frowns, shooing the player away. "Training is starting. Text me when you get home, okay? Be careful on your way."
He sends you a small smile as he turns to leave, but you stop him with a hand to his arm. He blinks at you in surprise.
"Are you training in that?"
You frown down at Chan's outfit, which were his soccer uniform and letterman jacket. He follows your gaze, and laughs.
"Yes? What else would I train in?"
"Oh, no. I'm going to leave this on the bleachers."
Your brows furrow. "Won't it get dirty?"
You knew how much the letterman jacket meant to Chan. He had called you over and over again just to moon about it when he finally received it, proof of his importance to the soccer team. You don't understand why he'd be so careless with it.
"Well, you can always hold it for me and keep it safe." Chan snorts, clearly joking, but he startles when you say, "Okay."
You think about the homework in your bag and the silence in your empty house and make a split second decision. You tug on Chan's jacket. "Okay. Give me it."
Chan's eyes were wide, slow and hesitant as he took off his jacket. He only snaps out of it when you fold it over your arm. His eyes glaze over.
“Are you gonna wear it?” Chan asks, tone expectant. You could almost see the imaginary tail wagging behind him.
You frown. “I’m not wearing your damn jacket.”
Chan visibly deflates, but he doesn’t insist on it. He looked so much like a kicked puppy though, that you felt compelled to say, “It’s hot as fuck outside. Nobody is wearing a jacket in this weather.”
And that's how you found yourself sitting on the bleachers near where the soccer team was doing their drills, Chan's jacket on your lap. You were a bit bored, having nothing to do except watch men pass a ball and be sweaty, but it was better than being bored at home.
You're about to pull out your phone when you suddenly feel a presence next to you. You look up to see Minji, who you recognize to be one of the soccer players' girlfriend.
She smiles. "Hi, Y/N. Waiting for Chan?"
You startle, confused as to how she would know that, but then her eyes drop to your lap and it clicks. Ah. Chan's maroon jacket had the word BANG written on it in large black letters, so it was obvious who it belonged to. You pat it and nod.
"Just holding onto this for him."
"My boyfriend rarely ever lets me hold his. Chan must really love you."
You let out a nervous laugh. The jackets did mean a lot to the soccer team, but you never saw Chan being so possessive over it. Ever since he got it, you've held it more times than you can count. He never once took it from you.
But... as you think about it, you also realize that you've never seen anybody else hold Chan's jacket. Not even... the boys, who you know were Chan's second family.
Oh. You stop laughing, and your mouth snaps shut.
Your gaze drifts over to Chan, who was wiping the sweat off his forehead with the collar of his shirt. The action reveals his abs, which looked unreal under the late afternoon light.
You make an inhuman noise in your throat and plan to look away, but it was already too late. As if sensing you gaze, Chan looks up and catches your eye. You feel yourself burn, thinking you got caught ogling him, but your panic fades away when Chan just scrunches his nose at you.
Fondness just rolls over you in waves. You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out. He laughs.
When Chan focuses back on the game after being swatted by a teammate, you turn back to Minji, who was waving at her boyfriend in the field.
The look on her face feels vaguely familiar. You look down on the jacket on your lap and swallow.
It felt as heavy as your heart.
You're hanging out in the gym, preparing for the big school festival, when it happens again.
“Y/N!” Jisung suddenly calls. Your head snaps up in surprise.
“Watch this.” Jisung grins, all cocky and smug. He then gestures to the basketball in his hand, shooting you an exaggerated wink and a lick of his clearly chapped lips. You immediately know this isn’t going to end well. “This is for you.”
You groan, about to protest, but Jisung’s already busy aiming, standing all the way up to his tippy toes. He throws, and the ball flies through the air, curving down and down and down until…
It bounces somewhere to the side. Far from the hoop.
“Y/N! How else are we going to fall in love now!”
“I guess you didn’t love me enough to make the shot.” You reply, laughing, but your giggles are halted when someone comes into view.
Bang Chan has the gall to ask, hands in his jacket pockets and all, head tilted. You raises an eyebrow, fully aware of the eyes watching you two.
Jisung, having gone to retrieve the ball, passes it to Chan, who catches it easily.
“If I get this shot…” Chan dribbles the ball lazily as he speaks, and there’s a gleam in his eyes when he looks up and says, “…be mine.”
A chorus of ooooohs echo around the gym, your mutual friends acting like monkeys at one stupid, cheesy line. You scoff, pointedly looking away as you hope your hair was long enough to cover your reddened ears.
Despite your heart rabbiting in your chest, you still manages a snarky, “and if you don’t? What, if you lose, then you’ll be mine? Doesn’t seem like a good deal.”
“Then I’ll buy you ice cream.” Chan shrugs, nonchalant. He doesn’t meet your eyes this time, as he’s busy lining up for the shot, but there’s a certain confidence to his tone when he adds, “I’m already yours, anyway.”
In the distance, Hyunjin and Changbin let out inhuman shrieks, but you barely hear it over the sound of your own drumming heart ringing in your ears.
Before you know it, the ball goes in perfectly, and there are hands pushing you off your seat and shoving your towards Chan in the middle of the court. He had caught the ball again and was now holding it in his hands, grin wide on his face as you stumbled forward.
"I never agreed to anything." You mumble, avoiding Chan's eyes. He snorts.
"You never disagreed, either."
Whispers echo all around you.
"Aren't they already together?"
"Is he still courting Y/N?"
Each sentence just turned you even redder, and judging by the pink tint in Chan's ears and his amused smile, he heard it too. You huff at him. You must look like a sight right now, staring at each other with shy smiles and red faces.
Like... two idiots in love.
You cough and shake your head wildly, trying in vain to get rid of the thoughts in your head. Chan frowns, looking worried, but you're already stomping away.
"I still want ice cream!" You shout, saying anything at this point and hoping Chan doesn't follow you.
"I already got some. It's in my bag."
You stumble at that, in disbelief. He already has ice cream?!
"I'm-" you hold a hand up, back still turned to Chan. You were one second away from exploding. "Fine! I'll eat it later! I just- bathroom."
You squeak out the words before you make a run for it, Chan's worried call of your name muffled by the pounding in your ears.
One sentence repeats over and over in your mind: I'm already yours anyway.
Chan hasn't seen you at all today.
He might sound like he's overreacting, considering it's only been less than 12 hours since you saw each other (he's not counting, shut the fuck up Changbin), but after the stunt he pulled yesterday, he's kind of freaking out.
You had ran out and never returned after saying you were going to the bathroom. He wanted to follow, but he was stopped by Minho. They all agreed to let Felix go, as Felix was the one person you could never say no to.
So Felix had left, and Chan had rocked back and forth with his knees hugged to his chest, and Minho had rolled his eyes and told him he was being dramatic. Felix finally came back after a few minutes, but you were still nowhere in sight.
Felix had assured him you were okay, and that you weren't mad, but Chan still couldn't shake the feeling that he fucked up off his chest.
He has always teased you, but you've never been so upset that you avoided him. Not until now.
So Chan sulks the whole day, ignoring the festivities going on around him. To top it all off, his letterman disappears in the locker room right before the big soccer match they were about to have. So now he's upset and annoyed, but he can't even bring himself to care about his damn jacket when all he kept thinking about was you.
Chan stomps out the locker room and into the field, trying his best to smile at the students who were showing support. He looks around, huge part of him hoping you were around somewhere cheering for him, but disappointment crushes him when he still can't find you.
He does, however, find Hyunjin.
"Hyung!" Hyunjin waves a banner around, Chan's face plastered on it. "Good luck!"
"Thanks," he chuckles, swatting at the banner. He hesitates in saying his next words, because his friends are probably sick and tired of hearing him ask about you, but the need to see you still wins over because he mumbles, "Have you seen..."
Hyunjin is already smirking before Chan finishes, like he was expecting him to ask.
“Oh, Y/N? Over there!” Hyunjin grins and excitedly points somewhere, and Chan hurriedly follows the direction just to have his breath stuck in his throat.
It was you. There was no doubt that that mop of hair was you. He’d know that round head anywhere. What Chan didn’t expect, however, was the huge letterman jacket settled on your frame, the large material almost looking like it was swallowing the you.
And just as Chan’s eyes settle on the big block letters of BANG scattered above the numbers 97, your head turns, and your eyes lock.
Chan doesn't breathe as you make your way over, feeling his knees buckle when you stop in front of him.
Hands in the pockets of his letterman, you say, "Heard you've been sulking all day. Worried?"
Chan is quick to reply. "Very."
You blush a pretty pink. He can't take his eyes off you.
It was stupid, but the letterman meant the world to him. He made his way to being a varsity player through his own talents and hard work, and the letterman was proof of that. It was his. Nobody could touch that.
So seeing you, wrapped up in something he worked hard for... You, who meant the world to him as well... You, who he's been pining over since the day you first met and you, who his heart belonged to...
"You..." Chan swallows. He has so much to say, but the words don't come. "You're wearing my..."
"Your jacket." You finish for him. You're trying to look confident, but the waver in your voice is clear. Chan is so enamored. "I'm yours, aren't I? Doesn't that mean what's yours is mine too?"
Chan's brain short-circuits.
"Y/N," Chan whispers, voice full of disbelief. He can't believe this is happening, he can't believe you were...
At this point, you two have gathered a crowd, once again the center of gossip. You look up at the sound of whispers. Chan was too busy staring at you to listen in, but you must have heard something, because your expression flickers.
"Alright, it's time to set one thing straight." You announce, loud enough that the students nearby stop whispering. Chan's heart beats faster when you meet his gaze again. "I'm not dating Chan."
The crowd gasps. Chan's heart drops to his stomach. In the distance, Jisung's scandalous yell of what?! is heard. A thwack, then a whispered hiss of you knew about that, idiot from Seungmin.
Just as Chan's heart was about to break into tiny little pieces, you step forward and grab his hand firmly. Hope reignites in his cracking heart.
"I'm not dating Chan, but..." you start, and Chan holds his breath for your next words. "I'd like to offer him a deal."
Chan makes a strangled noise, brows furrowing. A deal?! Right now?! When you were breaking his heart?!
As if you were reading his mind, your lips twitch.
"If you win this game, I'll start dating you. Officially."
Chan blinks. Once. Twice.
Then he exhales out a laugh, the tension in his body leaving with it. Of course. Of course, you would do this.
With a twinkle in his eyes, he asks, "And if I lose?"
You grin, and there's a certain confidence to your voice when you add,
"Besides, I'm already yours, anyway."
You grin, and there's a certain confidence to your voice when you add,
"I'm already yours, anyway."
You grin, certain confidence in your tone when you add;
"Besides, I'm already yours, anyway."
