Chances (changbin fanfic)

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When they finished practising and we were already alone in the room, he sat next to me.

"You're beautiful," he whispered into my ear.

"Stop," I said and I could already feel heat kicking into my cheeks.

"Did you like it babygirl?" he asked smiling. He knew where to hit me to make me blush even more.

"Of course. You were perfect, all of you," I said and I snuggled my head into his neck.

"Wanna go home?" he said when he kissed the top of my head.

"Do you want to go somewhere?"

"Not really, it should be raining already," he said, and then he put a scarf around my eyes again, then he put his lips on my neck.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't answer me, his lips were already on my collarbones.
After few more kisses he made a new mark on my neck.

"Mine. Do you think I didn't see your little chat with Chan hyung?" he asked and this was even more confusing, because I couldn't see his expression. I tried to put down the scarf on my eyes but he put it back.

"Don't pull it down. What you were talking about?"

"You're jealous?" I said smirking.

"I saw how you were smiling."

"We were talking about you," I chuckled, "you can't be jealous at your friends, you know I love you," I said but I immediately regretted it.

He didn't say a word, he just grabbed my hand and he was leading me out of the room. That was the moment when my overthinking started and questions in my head were just one big mess. I didn't see his reaction or get any answer, he was just roughly pulling my hand away, away from the building.

Rain was heavy pouring on my head on the way to the car. My hair was totally wet when I finally sat in the back of the car, his hand on my thigh. I was wishing so much I didn't say that, that I wouldn't feel like this about him, but I felt all the love for him when it was just me and him. In my bed. Skin on skin.

Only thing I could hear all ride were heavy rain drops falling on the roof of the car we were sitting in. Car stopped after 10 minutes of ride and we were probably at my place. He roughly grabbed my hand and he was, again, pulling me inside my house, he shut the door behind my and put my scarf down. His face was unreadable, numb, without any emotion. I never saw him like that. It was like I did something to him, like someone hurt him. I was blaming myself.

"Go to your room," he said and he disappeared into the kitchen. I wanted to protest, but I just kept my mouth shut and I slowly approached my room. I sat on the bed.

I was sitting like that for another 15 minutes, when I decided to go find him.

He was sitting on a chair, looking into his phone.

"Come to the bedroom," I said.

"One minute," he answered quickly, locked his phone and put it on the dining table.
"Go to your room," he said one more time, and I listened, one more time.

I was sitting in my room for another 5 minutes when I already saw his figure, without a tank top and unbuttoned pants.

"You have 20 seconds to take your clothes off," he said seriously, when he leaned against the door frame in my room.