Songs [BANG CHAN ONE-SHOTS]

Baby ❤️

A/N: requested by cb97lvr_

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Having your parents grow up and live in the '80s meant that the music of that era filled your home ever since you were born. They also loved the disco music of the '70s, with Berry White's "Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe" being your parents' "anthem" - a song they would often dance to around the house. For as far as you could remember, your dad would put on that song to play from the cassette player, smoothly dance to your mother (making both you and her giggle), and interrupt her in whatever she was doing, be it that she was cooking, cleaning, or just idly sitting and relaxing in the living room or the back yard. And you'd be their greatest and number one supporter and fan, cheering them on as they danced, giggled, and kissed in the end.

And even now, years later after you moved into your own apartment, you'd put on songs from Michael Jackson, Madonna, Queen, George Michael, Elton John, and many others, satisfying your soul and relaxing your mind with the familiar tunes. With earbuds in your ears, you danced alone as you cooked, did the laundry, or cleaned the apartment, giggling along the way as you now resembled your mother, doing the same as she once did.

You had no problem dancing alone, especially after a few doomed relationships, which was why you adopted a cute little orange kitten who grew into just as adorable, sweet, and gentle adult cat. Caramel would come and rub around your legs whenever she'd hear music coming from your phone. And, apparently, her favorite was Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up" because, even now when you were at your dresser, getting ready to go out, Caramel happily strutted into your room, meowing for you to pick her up as Rick sang the first verse.

You stood up from the chair and danced with your cat as the chorus played, your voice following the singer. But, as soon as the chorus ended, you let Caramel down, giving the cat a small pat on the head.

"I can't dance with you more than that, sweetie," you apologetically looked at the animal and sat back at the dresser, to continue applying the sparkly eye shadow. You glanced back at the cat, who was now comfortably lying on your soft bed, "Mommy has a date with Aunt Lia tonight," you winked at your pet and she watched you as if she really understood your every word and wanted to hear more about the date. "Aunt Lia finally got a day off from work so we're going out to have some fun. You look after the house, okay?" you looked at the cat and she meowed loudly, "Oh, come on Caramelly, you're doing this every weekend," you whined as if you were trying to convince your mother to let you go out. "Listen up, how about this - you let me go out with Lia and I promise I'll buy you your favorite treat. Deal?"

Caramel jumped from the bed, purred loudly, and bopped her head on your shin, that way thanking you for the upcoming gift. You smiled and picked the orange cat up, kissing her tiny head and gazing into her big green eyes.

"Thank you, baby. I promise I'll be home by 1."

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With a cute gym bag in hand, you exited Lia's car in the packed parking lot of just as packed nightclub. The music was already blasting from the facility, and you felt the pleasant jitters running through your body at the beat of the song.

"You got the tickets?" Lia asked, locking the car, and you nodded while swaying left and right, getting impatient to reach the dance floor.

Dressed in clothes that would be similar to 80s disco fashion - short shorts and sparkly tops, with colorful accessories - the two of you made your way through the crowd of people who waited in front of the club, pleading for the bouncer to let them in. Seeing two best friends, the big bulky man frowned, looking at the moment like a bull ready to strike.