brat // bang chan

chapter twenty-four

sudden feelings

lee miyeon

"you guys! that was an amazing concert!" i praise the moment i step backstage. felix runs up to me, pulling me into a quick hug.

"thanks miyeon! it was so much fun." jeongin responds, happily plopping onto one of the couches.

"you all did so great! i hope you saved some energy for day two." i tease.

"we always do." jisung chuckles. i nod, happily making my way over to chan who was currently hobbling out the door.

"where are you going rockstar?" i tease, referring to the solo song he performed.

"need some peace and quiet." he mumbles.

"hey, what's wrong?" i furrow my brows, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"nothing." he shrugs me off, continuing down the hall. of course i follow him, sitting right next to him when he plops onto a couch in an empty room.

"chan." i frown.

"you look pretty. are these new clothes?" he asks. the compliment catching me off guard as i felt heat rise to my cheeks.

"i— yes, but that's not the point-"

"you should wear skirts more often." he interrupts.

"um, okay... i-"

"and your hair, you curled it? it looks really pretty." he says, twirling his fingers through my hair.

"what are you doing?" i question.

"just complimenting you." he shrugs.

"okay, but what's wrong?"

"miyeon, i'm fine. just a little upset over the concert." he assures me.

"but why? it was an awesome concert!"

"i hate not being able to dance with everyone."

"i know, but you-"

"i know i did this to myself, don't remind me." he snaps, rolling his eyes.

"okay, big bad wolf." i throw my hands up in surrender. he doesn't reply, only pulling his phone from his pocket, focusing all of his attention there. "you should wear these jeans more often." i tell him, poking my fingers through one of the holes of the fabric.

"huh? yeah, they're pretty nice i guess." he shrugs.

"i've been digging the sleeveless tops lately." i chuckle, squeezing one of his biceps. this time he looks up at me, brows furrowed.

"what are you doing?" he asks.

"and i like when you wear your hair like this, it suits you." i ignore him, running a hand through his hair. slightly regretting it afterwards, given that he was a little sweaty.

"miyeon." he takes my hand, keeping me from touching him further. "what are you doing?" he repeats the question.

"i'm just complimenting you." i shrug, trying to bite back a smirk. he scoffs, smiling slightly as he puts my hand down in my lap. "what? you're very handsome." i tease, moving to squeeze his biceps once again. "between you and me, i think you have the best concert outfits." i tease, leaning towards his ear to whisper.

"miyeon..." his tone warning, catching me slightly off guard. i back up a little to gauge his emotion. he seemed, frustrated?

"yes?" i ask, cocking my head to the side. only he doesn't reply, keeping his gaze fixed away from mine. "oh come on, i'm trying to make you less... grumpy." i pout, poking his chest.

"i'm definitely not grumpy." he replies, pushing my hand away gently. i roll my eyes.

"you definitely are." i pout again, moving to mess with the rips in his jeans.

"i was. but now you're making me something else." he moves my hands once again.

"okay, well this 'something else' seems just as grumpy so..." i trail off, toying with the hem of his shirt. he takes my hand, moving it away again, but this time, he grabs my knees, pulling my legs onto the couch, effectively laying me down against it as he settles himself between my legs. i look up at him wide eyed, my chest heaving slightly from his close proximity.

"i'm not grumpy, baby girl." that familiar look of lust glinting in his dark brown eyes. oh.

"kiss me." my response was automatic. of course i noticed the extreme lack of touching ever since the morning after he broke his leg. it had been just now a little over two weeks since we had done anything, since chan had called it off. i didn't think it would effect me too much, considering we didn't get very far. but feeling his body between my legs, his strong arms holding himself over me, his dark eyes gazing into mine, i missed it. and i wasn't about to waste this opportunity.

chan must have felt the same way because his lips were on mine in an instant. the two of us sighing in satisfaction from the contact. i wrap my hands around his neck pulling him impossibly closer. he uses one of his hands to grip my waist, the feeling of his fingers on my body again was almost euphoric. he let out a low growl as i bite down on his bottom lip, before swiping my tongue over it. he instantly opens his mouth more, allowing my tongue to glide over his before he decided to take over, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

"i missed this..." i whisper, breaking the kiss for only a moment. chan sighs against my lips, taking my bottom one between his teeth before he pulls away, swiping his thumb over the bite.

"me too." he agrees, eyes glazed over with lust. i bite my lip as i drop my hands from the back of his neck, sliding them down his torso before stopping at the buckle of his pants. he takes in a shaky breath from my actions, closing his eyes tightly when i pop out the button of his jeans. "fuck— stop..." he breathes. i instantly pull my hands away, furrowing my brows slightly.

"i— why?" i ask, not meaning to sound so desperate as i spoke, but i couldn't help it.

"not here. not now." he shakes his head.

"chan." i giggle, taking his face in my hands. "i don't need the princess treatment. i just want you." i lower my voice to a whisper as i speak the last part. he chuckles breathlessly, tracing his tongue over his bottom lip as he looks down at me.

"baby girl, i'm not worried about giving you the princess treatment." his voice was low, and teasing. "but i need two working legs, and a room that no one will walk into before we go that far."

"well with the way you use your crutches, your leg is never going to heal." i pout. he only chuckles, leaning down to capture my lips with his once again.

"it will. you'll just have to have patience, baby girl." oh, he was enjoying this. "let's go back to they boys before they start to worry." his words making me groan in frustration. he chuckles, pushing himself off the couch, securing his crutches under his arms. "come on." and with a groan, i get up as well, a pout evident on my face as we make our way back to the room.