Break in | Bangchan Fanfic

15.

Your eyes glared at Bangchan, and you bit off, "Get away from that. Now." Bangchan's eyes slid back towards the painting, And then the desperation in your eyes, which was now quite visible to him. His eyes fell on the small signs of dishevelness, that you sported, like a little bit of messy hair, your hands still holding the key, and the little heavy breathing you had.

He guessed that you had ran up to the room, the first thing you came back. Guess you knew he would be in your room. Slowly a teasing grin lifted up his lips, as he challenged you, "What if I don't?" He decided to tease you.

You glared at him, gritting out, "I will fucking chop down your artery vein, if you touch that painting." Chan snickered, "well, atleast I will die after seeing the painting." He smiled, appreciatively, "You never told me you can paint this good." He gestured to the walls of the room, "You are amazing, Y/nie~" You blanked at the nickname, snapping, "Don't call me that!"

You didn't know what he ate today that he was acting this way, but he sure as hell was doing a good job at getting on nerves. He smirked, "Don't act as if you hate it, Y/n-shi." He stepped towards you, his words giving you butterflies. The result was instant,as your face had gotten alarmed as you stared at Bangchan. You took a step back, mumbling, "I don't know what you are talking about." Bangchan smiled teasingly, "Sure you don't, my lovely stay."

Your eyes widened at his words, and he had to hold in a chuckle seeing you cute face. You looked like a bewildered kitten, and Bangchan oddly found it addicting. He smiled gently, taking in another step. "yeah, I saw those photos and albums." You looked around panicked, trying to look for an escape way, and Bangchan was quick to notice that as well, since he quickly blocked you pinning you to the wall. You gasped, surprised at the sudden close contact, looking at him with increasing horror.

You shrieked, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" Bangchan Chuckled, leaning down to meet your height, "I think I said it yesterday too, But I will say it again." His breathing fanned your face, and somehow you felt your stomach flip, and heart race a billion kilometres a second. "I like you, Y/n-shi." He spoke sincerely, despite being in the most insincere postion with you.

Perhaps it was after knowing you were a fan, that he became so bold and comfortable around you, but you were absolutely not used to this Chris. You had never really been a full on fan of Straykids, but You liked their songs, and that was pretty much it. It was the same with every band. You didn't follow them on Instagram, neither watched there shows, lives, concerts, etc. You just listened to their music, but looking at Bangchan you were pretty sure you knew what exactly the hype was about.

"And I will be courting you, officially now so."

Why girls would scream upon seeing his fancams, how they would gush and gush tirelessly about him. He was that handsome.

Bangchan teased, "Take a picture, it will last longer, Doc."

You snapped out of your trance sneering, "Get off my face before I decide to make you my taekwondo practice model." Bangchan laughed melodiously, "I would like to see you try, Doc." You glared holes at him, hooking your ankle, planning on tripping him, but he just smiled innocently and pressed you against the wall, leaning down closer.  He lazily spoke up, "Ouch, that absolutely hurts the most."

You tried pushing him away, but he seemed to be built of cement, as he was glued to his position. You growled, "Get off me!" Bangchan retorted, "Don't wanna. I like it here."

You frowned at him, "Weren't you named innocent by stays?" Bangchan rolled his eyes, still with a smile on, "Doc, I am a 25 year old man, how do you expect me to be innocent?" He leaned close, whispering, "I am not really a foive year old as I say, you know?" You heart raced in your chest, as you gaped at him.

It seemed like he had did a whole 360° turn from the man you had been seeing until now. He pulled away from you smiling, "And Y/n-shi?" You looked at him confused, "Huh?" He giggled, "I hope you will forgive me."

You looked at him bewildered at his sudden yell, but your eyes widened as he quickly ran upto the painting, pulling down the curtains covering it. You gasped, too late of reaction as Bangchan stood their gaping. On the Canvas layed the most beautiful picture that he had ever seen. It was a painting of a night. A man standing by the balcony of a castle, looking up towards the stars and smiling. His eyes held tears in them, and they reflected pain and longing. It was almost as if....., The man was calling for someone. Half of his face was covered in shadow, but the half face that was reflecting under moonlight made his breath get caught in his throat. It was him.

He sported blonde hair, and a black cross sign earring. He was left staring at a pair of shiny eyes, that reflected life. It was as if every single stroke was done carefully, as if every single thing was thought out perfectly before the painting was made. It felt as if the painting was brought to life. But he was sure the man couldn't be him. He wasn't this good-looking.

He turned around, swallowing a huge lump in his throat. His eyes confused as he saw you standing there quietly with your head hung low. His voice was hoarse, as he felt pain that he wasn't sure why he was feeling. It was as if the painting spoke volumes, as if it transferred feelings into him, and he felt immensely depressed. He was speechless. "Y-you, painted this?"

You looked as if you were about to say something, but then your face got harsh and you scoffed, turning around, "I told you to not open it." You walked out of the bedroom, leaving him alone in there. He turned back looking at the painting, what did it mean?

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Triple update ya'll, okay okay, I know you love me haha

So any hints what that painting means?? Because I won't be explaining what it does mean.

Let's leave this to your thoughts.

Lob ya