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ChanChang - fluff/smut

Summary

Christopher Bang is a young college student nearing graduation in a few short months. He has a deep, overflowing abundance of love for life and all the world has to offer! As a son to a peach farmer, his love for the fruit is unmatched. When fate intervenes and his father's peaches become an instrument of destiny, he meets a man that will change the entire trajectory of his life. What happens when fruit and a Dwaekki keychain bring Christopher Bang and Seo Changbin together?!

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Christopher Bang was off to get his new start in life. As the son of a peach farmer, he had a fondness for the fruit in particular. Where many others raised on a specific staple in their diet would grow tired of the same old thing, the fruit would forever remain a novelty to Chris. For truly, he enjoyed them in any form, be it small peaches. Large peaches. Juicy peaches. Sweet peaches. Even a nice, big ol' plump peach that he could suckle his lips around. Spicy peaches? Also fantastic.

The point was, Chris loved peaches. And so, even at twenty-four years of age, he found himself manning the peach stand for his father in the heart of Seoul one balmy summer afternoon. The heat index was high, but even the sultry heat was not enough to dissuade Chris of his enthusiasm. These peaches were raised with all the TLC his father had to expend-which was arguably the man's entire existence as Chris had moved away from the countryside a few years ago to start college. He was now in his final year of schooling, set to graduate in nine short months. And while his heart still wept at the fact that he had chosen not to pursue a career in life that was related to the special fruit, he was still quite content with the trajectory of his future.

Lauded as a prodigy in his chosen field, Chris was set to take the entertainment industry by storm when he finished university. The young man had a wicked ear for sound arrangement and song composition-including an affinity for creative writing. But where many were eagerly anticipating his much awaited arrival into the music scene, he was still, by and large, a ghost writer. All works published for his class to date were under a pseudonym, an allowance offered to him by his professors. Even more obsolete than his name, was his face. Chris wasn't interested in the harassment or shackles that came with publicity; nor was he interested in money.

The man was simply a connoisseur of worldly pleasure who took great enjoyment in the rich experiences life had to offer, and that sentiment showed in the way he lounged with languid ease in the sunchair next to the farmer's stand. Raised with a unique vantage on life as a child, Chris wanted freedom more than anything else as an adult. If life tried to lock him away in a box, he feared the earthen colors of the wooden stand that housed the peaches next to him would fade. Emotions would dull the golden aura of sunlight that bounced off the ripe fuzz of the fruit he loved so much. Peaches would wither-and lord help the world if peaches ever became obsolete, because the man that Chris would become! It was a trifling thought that made him shudder, yet simultaneously laugh at the ridiculously dramatic nature of that sentiment.

If Yeji were here, she'd tell him how utterly ridiculous he was being again-a thought sobering in and of itself. Though Chris and Yeji had been together for a year now, life felt more monochrome with her than without. A thumb rubbed over the pink little pig bunny in his hand to catch on the raised snout, the keychain more like a lucky charm than anything else. Yeji wasn't fond of it; claimed he was overly attached to 'Dwaekki,' some stupid merchanidse item that belonged to a shitty idol. But Chris didn't care. He found it during one of his many excursions into the heart of Seoul on the hunt for inspiration (and any reason he could find to continue the relationship he found himself in with her).