starwriting // bang chan ✔️

chapter eight

tell me more

kang y/n

"what are you nervous about?" minho asks, plopped on the edge of his bed. i stare at myself in the mirror of his bedroom. wearing a black cropped sweater with a high-waisted jean skirt. holding two beanies in my hands, trying to figure out which one goes best with the outfit.

"it's our first date." i reply, turning to him for help. he stands up, playfully rolling his eyes. he grabs the white beanie from my hand and turns me towards the mirror. i toss the other beanie on the floor. he adjusts my hair before carefully sliding the beanie on my head, watching in the mirror to make sure he puts it on straight.

"and he's your soulmate, you're literally destined to get along." he comforts, wrapping me into a back hug. i smile. "thank you, by the way." he adds.

"for?" i question, leaning into his back hug.

"helping me with jisung." i feel him relax as he says his soulmate's name.

"it's the least i could do, after you did so much for chan and i." i say playing with his fingers.

"you know, if it didn't work out with jisung and chan, i think we would have made a great pair." minho gives me a light squeeze and kisses my cheek. waves of calmness rush over my body, knocking out any feelings of nervousness i previously had.

"do you think people can have more than one soulmate?" i ask, making eye contact with him in the mirror. he smirks.

"i would think so." he starts. "maybe not romantically, but i believe we were destined to meet." i nod in agreement.

"without you, i wouldn't have chan." i pull myself out of his back hug to turn around and face him.

"and without you, i wouldn't have jisung." his eyes scan my face as he twirls my hair between his fingers. he seems to be thinking for a moment, but quickly pulls me into a hug. his hands pulling on my lower back, mine wrapping around his neck, lightly grabbing his hair. i hear his heart calmly beating as he runs his hand up and down the small of my back, causing shivers down my spine. suddenly the sound of footsteps towards minho's room can be heard. minho lightly pushes me out of our hug. he quickly smiles at me before facing me back towards the mirror and quickly locking himself out of sight in his bathroom. before i could question him i hear a whistle.

"you look beautiful." chan walks in the room smiling, hands behind his back. he is wearing a black t-shirt, a silver chain hung around his neck, emphasizing his collar bone, with black jeans, rips at the knees.

"and you look hot." my hand instantly shoots over my mouth. "i meant handsome, i'm sor-" he cuts me off with laughter.

"the first one was fine." he says chuckling. he pulls his hand from behind his back revealing a small bouquet of yellow flowers. my eyes light up instantly as i reach for the flowers. "minho said these were your favorite color." he adds. i nod.

"how did minho know my favorite color?" i ask, admiring the flowers, but trying to remember when i told him that. chan shrugs.

"maybe he talked to chaesua or something." he shoves his hands in his pockets. "where is he by the way? i thought he was helping you get ready?"

"he's in the bathroom." i motion to the locked door. he nods.

"well are you ready?" he asks reaching his hand out for me to grab. i grab it happily and follow him down the stairs.

"where are we going?" i ask as he passes by his car keys, indicating that we will be walking.

"it's a surprise, but not far, don't worry." he smiles reassuringly as we step onto the sidewalk. a few blocks later we stop in front of a cute two-story house. i look over at chan to ask, but i am met with him handing me a key.

"chan, what?" i ask, slightly taken aback.

"it's for you and chae, if you want it." he says simply.

"the house?" i ask astonished. he laughs.

"well, felix and i were talking. we know you and chaesua only live a train ride away, but that can get expensive and everything. so we thought we could get the two of you a place to stay here in seoul! i know it might take some time to get everything squared away at home, but i think you could be really happy here. plus we figured you guys wouldn't be too keen on staying in a crowded house with eight guys." chan laughs sheepishly.

"chan, this is perfect, but i don't know if i can accept it..." he frowns a little.

"why not?"

"houses are a lot of money, you should save the money for something else, chae and i can find an apartment!" i say, feeling guilty over the amount of money this probably took.

"y/n, you don't have to worry about my money. seriosuly." he reassures.

"i just don't see how you can afford this."

"there's a lot you don't know about me, y/n."

"so tell me more." i plead, taking the house key from his hand, and putting it back into his pocket. "tell me everything there is to know about bang chan." i smile at him, he smiles back. he takes my hand and begins pulling me down the street once more.

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"what is this place?" i ask as we enter a cozy room full of various technology.

"this is my studio." chan says, plopping down in the chair in front of the computer.

"you have a studio?" i ask, looking at the records hung on the wall.

"i'm a producer, and a song writer." he smiles proudly as he flips through files on his computer.

"so these are your records?" i say in awe. he turns around in his chair, chuckling at me.

"some of them, yes." he says, watching me look around the room. a particular record catches my eye.

"you wrote a song called starwriting?" i ask, attempting to take the record off the wall. chan runs over and puts it back into place.

"i did, and no need to take it off the wall, i have it in a file." he adds, pulling my hands away from the wall.

"you made a whole song about a word you made up?" i joke.

"of course. i actually wrote it for jisung and minho." he smiles. "but when they found out, they fought so much i never got the chance to show them."

"you can show them now!" i say excitedly as i hop on his lap. he smirks flipping through the files looking for the song.

"i would rather just show you." he wraps his arm around my waist, securing me in position on his lap. i feel a blush creep onto my face. music begins to fill the room, chan looks at me smiling. i smile back in approval. he pulls me even further onto his lap, allowing me to straddle him as the song plays. i don't hesitate to close the gap between us this time, our lips moving in sync. chan runs his hands up and down my sides, causing me to lean in closer to him. his hands travel down to my ass, giving it a light squeeze, a small gasp escapes my lips. he chuckles deeply.

as we continue to kiss, our breathing becomes labored. soon enough i feel him harden beneath me, causing another small gasp. the twinkling sound comes back, almost louder than the music in the room, both of us smile upon hearing it. i grind lightly on his hard-on, earning a groan from him as he tightens his grip on my ass once more. i break the kiss to catch my breath, lifting my head up chan decides to leave kisses down my neck, lightly sucking on my collar bone, causing my already labored breathing to hitch.

"wait..." i breathe out. chan stops, pulling my chin down to meet his eyes. his chest moves up and down in sync with mine, he gives me a questioning look. "i'm not ready..." i say reluctantly. the look of lust swirling behind chan's eyes slowly disappears and he nods. "i'm sorr-"

"don't be sorry." he smiles at me. "i'll wait for you." he rubs his thumb along my jawline. i smile back at him, leaning down to kiss him again, both of our ears filling with the familiar twinkling sound.

"you're amazing..."