Chances (changbin fanfic)

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It was another rainy and hopeless Friday when I unclocked the red front door of my dad's little bike shop in the quiet part of Seoul. Before I was born, he owned it for a long time, and his love for bikes never changed.

I got inside the shop with the raindrops dripping from my wet hair and I stepped behind the counter. It's the little things that make my life unlucky and miserable every day, like, not knowing the weather changes and forgetting my umbrella at home in the wettest month in Seoul, bumping into random people, tripping over, constantly forgetting things or just basically breathing in the wrong direction. 

And even with all these unlucky events, even the smallest, every person should deserve at least one lucky day, the luckiest of every day in their existence.

And today was the day for me, with my totally wet hair, standing in a dark bike shop never suspecting that this day would change my life forever.

Before turning a little sign on the door, to indicate to people we're already open, I quickly ran into the little washroom in the back of the shop to brush my hair, so I wouldn't look totally repelling for all those old people buying bikes in our shop, because all we have is old fashioned bikes only old people look for. There are never many people, we only have 10 bicycles on display in the shop, all of them in different colors, they're in the back of the shop, on the opposite side of where I'm standing.

Suddenly doors opened and pulled me out of my endless thoughts, and an older woman came in.

"Hello," she smiled warmly and disappeared to look at one of the shelves, after a few minutes I decided to approach her.

"Can I help you?" I asked and smiled at her.

"I would like a light blue if you have any," she said and I started looking in the back of the shelf for the spray can she was looking for.

"This one?" she nodded and we moved to the counter, she thanked me and slowly walked into the door. She disappeared from the shop and as she did, a boy came in.

He was wearing a black tight shirt, black leather jeans, and a leather bag with a thick strap worn over one shoulder that went tightly across his chest, which made it even more muscular.

His hair was short, black, a little messy, and wet, it was falling on his forehead, sticking on it as a result of water dripping from his hair. I thought to myself that he probably also forgot his umbrella. 

He greeted me with a little deep raspy voice and my heart skipped a beat even for a stranger. I felt intimidated.

"Hello," he said and disappeared into the back of the shop.

I tried to collect myself, he seemed familiar but I didn't give it any extra attention being around as many people as I was when walking home through the city. He was looking at the bikes and I approached him to offer him my help.

"Can I help you at all?" I asked quietly.

"I'm trying to find a perfect bike for me," he glanced at me for two seconds and then back at the bikes in front of him.

I got a better look at his face. Round face, little chubby cheeks, soft lips, and dark eyes. Kind of face you never expect to see except, perhaps, on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine.

"Something specific?" I still couldn't stop staring at his face, so different, so similar, but yet so devastatingly beautiful.

"Not at all, just something simple. I think I may already picked one," he rested his hand, perfectly decorated with many rings, on the handle of one of the bikes, "but do you have only this color?"

"We have only this bike, but I can call the supplier if he can deliver the color you want to the shop and you'll pick it up, but if you don't want to wait you can buy some paint," I pointed my finger to the shelf with spray cans. He was still staring at me.

"I don't really have time for spraying the bike myself, so I'd rather wait for that bike," he smirked.

"Okay, so I have the phone on the counter so we can do it right now," I started walking towards the counter and he was quietly following me.

I picked up the phone and called the supplier, their company employees are very good friends with my father so there was never a problem with calling them.

"Hi, I'm calling because I want to order the specific color of Romet Vintage M."

"Hello sweetie, of course, which color?" the lady asked after a few seconds, I rested the phone on my chest so the lady wouldn't hear our conversation.

"So which color?" I asked the boy in front of me.

"Pink," he smirked again. It was kinda weird to see a person with this dark aesthetic clothes buy a pink bicycle, I tried to not give him a funny look to seem professional so I just put the phone back to my ear.

"Pink," I repeated.

"Can I ask you for your name and number?" I asked after I finished taking an order,  picking up a paper block from under the table. But he hesitated for a couple of seconds before he could answer.

"Seo Changbin," he said slowly. I looked back at him, he was smirking again, without any reason.

"And can you please write down your number? So I'll text you when your order is ready, it's supposed to be here on Monday," he was still staring at me taking the pen from my hand and writing down his number.

"Thank you so much, I'll text you the day deliver it. Would you like to buy anything else?" I smiled at him.

"No thank you, and thank you for your help, goodbye," he smiled and immediately turned around and left the shop. His walk was even more attractive than I expected, I was staring at him and his muscular back in his tight shirt all the way to the door. 

This was my lucky day in my whole existence. I was hoping my happy days would continue when I'll see him again.

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Disclaimer: I do not visualize any of the Stray Kids members sexually, or imagine them sexually with each other. Using their names, pictures, and the characteristic traits of the members is purely for a visual image of the characters in my story.