Songs [BANG CHAN ONE-SHOTS]

I am YOU ☁️

The last lecture for the day was nearing its end, and the more time passed the more you became jittery. You couldn't wait for it to end and run out of this building and its walls that held you. Everything around you was suffocating and all you wanted was open space and fresh air as your gut twisted and turned for the whole day due to how anxious you felt.

You checked your phone for the millionth time today and just a blank lock-screen, a picture of you and your boyfriend kissing cutely, appeared. You hoped for at least one notification bubble to pop up, even one would suffice after dozens of messages and calls you gave him. But there was nothing. He didn't even read your messages, the small circle at the bottom showed you that.

You sighed and let your smartphone down, continuing to copy what the teacher wrote on the blackboard. All those chemistry formulas meant nothing - you wrote them automatically while your mind was set on your boyfriend, thinking about what he was doing and where he was.

Bang Chan and you first met during one of your history lessons, when this blond Australian boy came running late because he overslept and the first empty seat was next to you.

"Hi," he flashed a dimpled smile through a whisper and shortness of breath.

"Hi," you whispered back and turned to the front where the teacher was talking about the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945.

"Hey..."

But your attention to the story of atomic bombs was once again interrupted by the said young man who was sitting next to you. You turned your head and raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

"Do you have a spare pen?" he asked and a student in front of you turned, shushing Chan who then playfully zipped his mouth.

You couldn't help but smile at his cute bread cheeks and the iconic dimple, "Here," you said, handing him a blue ballpen.

He smiled at you and took it. "Thanks, I'll return it."

But he never did. His friends called him after that history class and he rushed down to them, stuffing his books and notes in his backpack, along with the borrowed pen.

You two weren't the same major, just had some of the lectures together, but you definitely saw him in the hallways and around the college grounds. But, also, one time you agreed to go out with your friends, Bang Chan, and his group were there, throwing a wild party at the packed club.

He noticed you and waved, pushing through people to reach you. And you noticed him immediately, too - his fuzzy blond head couldn't be missed.

"Oh hey! I didn't know you come to this place too," he kept smiling and you pushed an awkward smile, hating the feeling of a crowded room.

"I don't," you shouted back in his ear, "I came here to accompany some friends. This isn't really my 'thing'..." you admitted and he laughed, but then leaned to speak to your ear.

"And what exactly is you 'thing', Penny?" he chuckled.

You looked at him, confused at the name, "What? That's not my name!"

"You gave me a pen so you're Penny. And I didn't forget - I'll return it to you."

"Yeah, it's fine about the pen but please don't call me that, I'm not a dog or a coin."

And then Bang Chan smiled the way you've never seen before and you had to admit to yourself that his smirk and sharp gaze made you blush. He leaned back to you.

"I'm not giving you a dog name or relating you to a coin. You're just as pretty as Penny from 'The Big Bang Theory'," he said and straightened back to see your face. You were even more dumbfounded by his statement.