Break in | Bangchan Fanfic

29.

Bangchan had been very upset as he led you away from the bandmates, in his room. His face visibly disturbed by something. He sighed as pushed you to sit down on his bed. He walked around his room, reaching his closet where he pulled out a box.

"And you're doing what exactly?" You asked, as you watched him pace around the room, confused. He stopped, sitting beside you, and he grabbed your hand, in his. He was serious as he gritted out, "You know perhaps, letting me know atleast even a week before; Hell, even a day before would be good."

Your face flushed, and you rolled your eyes feeling embarrassed you even had to confess your birthday date. You sarcastically nodded, "Ofcourse, I should brag like a teenager that my birthday is around, right? I look so lame to you?"

Bangchan swore under his breath, before he nodded looking serious, "Yeah, you should." His sincere words made your hearts race. "You're not lame, Y/n. Just It's your right to keep reminding me, hell, you should have sent me a list of whatever gift you wanted."

He held your hands, "Y/n, I am yours. Yours to brag things to, yours to demand your wishes, yours to hold, yours to vent, why should you feel embarrassed about things such as telling your birthday?" He laughed, breathlessly. "I know it's my fault, I should have asked to you earlier. Should have known it before you came up to my dorm. I should have been the one you rang your phone with notifs the moment the clock struck twelve,  and I am an ass to not know it--" "Its not your fault, Chan. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so I didn't say it. Everything is fine." You cut him off hearing his self.

He looked at you and seriously shook his head sternly, "No, Y/n. If for only a moment you think it's not a big deal, you couldn't have been more mistaken." He ran a hand through his hair, almost as if frustrated. "Everything that has got slightest to do with you, has everything do with me."

His hand touched your cheek, making you still, as he spoke up almost whispering. "I am not sure, what you are doing to me but its making me obsessed. I want to know every single second of your day, and missing a big detail such as your birthday, I feel ashamed to even call myself your fiance."

You felt your heart shrinking at his words, then bursting with his sweetness, your breathing almost lost, and it seemed as if your lungs forgot to breath, and your heart decided that perhaps it could try multifunctioning. Your heart tried to replace your lungs, beating as fast as a rocket trying to escape earth's gravitation. As if it could give you oxygen. It couldn't. The results? You sat there like a stupid dazed girl, trying to remember the formula of breathing, and heart that was ready to burst of out your chest.

Damn, cancer might not, but a heart attack was sure to kill you if you were around Bang Christopher Chan.

You breathed out a curse. Stuttering hard. "Uh, yeah, fucks respire. I-I dead, gifts don't care about m-me?." Oh for goodness' sake.

You wanted to say, you didn't care about gifts, if that was what he meant. But you were goddamn tounge tied.

Bangchan looked at you confused for a second, before his face burst into a grin. A goofy laugh esacped his plump lips, that did the final task. You were dead.

You didn't know what it was, that got your hormones running almost decade later, but this was sure as hell wasn't pleasant for your heart. As well as your breath. Maybe count in your stomach too, with the amount of butterflies that you didn't remember eating.

Bangchan wheezed, "T-too cheesy for you doc? Hahaha, wh-what is that even supposed to mean, love?" Your cheeks tinted red, as you huffed. Why was the room suddenly so hot? No it wasn't, he was.

And you thoughts were definitely not helping.

He grinned, "and, Y/n?" You hummed, looking at him puzzled. He winked at you, ruffling your hair before whispering, "My gift definitely cares about you."