Stray Kids // One shots

Speeding over limits // Chan

Chan x reader
Genre: racing, frenemies to lovers, brothers best friend, fluff, sensually, comedy
Word count: 14k
Warnings: making out, drinking alcohol

Playlist:
- HBMI / BONES
- Babydoll (speed) / Air Abdul
- Leave the city / Nakani
- Swim / Chase Atlantic
- Okay / Chase Atlantic
- SERENITY / MC ORSEN, ARCHEZ
- Fitzpleasure / alt-J
- Like A G6 / Far East Movement, The Cataracas, DEV
- Tokyo Drift / Teriyaki Boyz
- DANCE! / 1nonly, Ciscaux, Wassup Rocker
- Give it To Me / Timbaland, Justin Timberlake, Nelly Furtado
- Faith / The Weeknd

Chapter 1
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Chan was a prick, a very muscular prick, which you could tell by your last experience over his shoulder, wiggling like a fish on dry sand right after you threw your banana peel at him because he won the Mario cart race last weekend and you were sure he was cheating, There was no way he was not cheating.
Everybody who plays with Wario is not allowed to win, that was just an unspoken rule, from all the sweet characters why would you choose Wario, exactly doesn't make sense. Besides that Chan is a cheater, no doubt. Yet in the end, you had to retract your statement back, even if you still stood by them, because the other alternative was to end up in the pool again and let Han Jisung die from the stomach cramps he always gets from laughing too much.

And yet, despite the fact that he is the biggest brick you've ever met, you were thinking of him while being drunk, to be more specific while being drunk, standing in front of the mc Donald's cashier and searching for your last few dollars and trying to hold back a burst of creepy laughter at the thought of you throwing Chan into the pool rather than the other way around. It's what you call a lifetime dream and it was worth nearly every shooting star wish, the others were used for food.

As you make your way down the side road toward your house, you immediately thought of the word "fuck" and a long list of other curse words. You forgot how awfully long it took to get from McDonald's to your house, in your memory it only took ten minutes but the reality of forty minutes was proving you wrong after you opened google maps. You should have listened to your friends instead of making terrible attempts to convince them you were sober.
But now that you've had some in-fat dripping fries and nuggets, your body has begun to remove the alcohol from your system. So sobering up, the weather turned chilly, and you began to doubt your wise choices. You rubbed your hands together in an attempt to keep them somehow warm, the paper bag still in your hand. The fast food's dirty oil was the only thing keeping your hands from drying up and cracking in the cold like dried-out tortillas.

Now your choices were limited to two. 1. To walk 40 minutes while risking the possibility of meeting some weird ass people while freezing to death in your dark green silk dress, Nia forced you to wear because she said that your legs looked great in it, or 2. Calling your brother Changbin and praying that he's not in the gym and ready to pick you up.
The two decisions were not truly a tie, you grabbed your phone out of your pocket, almost dumping it on the concrete and smashing it like you did last month in a rage moment after picking up a fight with Bang Chan where you accidentally threw your phone with the pillow you wanted to hit him with confidently.

You were thankful that Changbin was your emergency contact in these situations since it saved you from having to soberly look through your contacts, making the mistake of unintentionally calling Yuri again, disturbing her make-out sessions with partygoers, and averting another traumatic moment.
After pressing the green button you put the phone to your ear and listened to the periodic 'beebs'.
"What did I tell you Y/N?" Changbin let out a loud sigh, his voice dripping with frustration and perhaps disappointment. It was simple to infer that he was still at the gym, after putting milligrams of caffeine into his system to get his body working, a condition in which you don't want to see him because even after one cup of coffee he was hard enough to deal with, by the sounds in the rear grunting and noisily breathing individuals.