.~"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗"~. (ChanChang)

Chapter Ten: Next Steps Sets and Reps

(Chan's POV):

"Boo, Babe, Honey...Love bug...-" I trail off.

Changbin shakes his head distastefully, "I liked it when you call me 'Love'."

"Mi amor~," I singsong and he grimaces. As much as he creates the perception of an intense dislike of my actions of love, I can see through him. He loves it when I do it, and I love to do it.

"Actually-" He catches my attention. "...Call me your boyfriend. Call me yours." He is not shy in getting his face close to my own, but not doing anything out of the sake of the members, and staff in the waiting room. Nothing about this situation is really romantic other than the weight of his words.

I open my mouth hesitating, before being able to formulate a sentence. "Is that really what you want?" It wouldn't be stupid to say that I wasn't expecting such an intimate conversation about our future together would be had in a waiting room, of all places; right before our performance might I add.

He chuckles, "Not very romantic I know, but I really do want to be your boyfriend." The crazy part is that I've been calling him my boyfriend mentally without thinking. I never thought once about making our relationship official in that way, labeling it. It's most likely because it's always felt official. "I don't think I can wait for us to go home. I want to be yours now, not later."

"You don't understand how badly I want to kiss you right now." I groan frustrated beneath my breath. Why does he have to do this now?

"What are the chances we get caught making out in the changing room?" He only stirs the pot of tension and desire; only increasing the shared hunger.

"Very high."

He keeps to himself for some time thinking intensely to himself, "We won't know until we try."

"You're getting ahead of yourself."

"Well, to know the statistics we need to collect the data. Let's not make blind assumptions here."

"Wow, you are a natural flirt, aren't you?" He crosses his arms and puffs out his chest triumphantly. "What happened to your timidness earlier?"

His body loses up but stays in the same position, his ears, neck, and face grows to a light tinge of pink. "If you had marks under such a...carnal context on your neck you would feel the same."

"That only makes me want to do it more."

He ponders for some time, "...don't." He shakes his head.

I cuddle up to him and he groans displeased. Despite his reaction he stays seated right next to me. He doesn't get up and walk away no matter where my hands travel on his body. He lets out light groans from time to time as his response but ultimately most of his attention is elsewhere. Whether it be watching the other members, or performances he occupies himself visually from the physical distraction.

Hyunjin comes by and sits next to Changbin. He initiates a conversation as he excitedly flails his arms every which way, making the conversation immersive not only to us but to others watching. Changbin matches his demeanor because of how passionate Hyunjin seems about the topic. I smile watching the two of them get into the heated conversation. This peaks Jisung's attention and he comes over, all ready and prepared in his stage outfit. When Jisung tackles Hyunjin on the chair I see the stylist flinch almost in genuine pain, watching Jisung teetering on messing up her hard work.

I bring my attention back to Changbin who has engrossed himself with watching a new group's performance on the TV. He is seemingly unbothered by the two next to him wrestling. While switching between the two extremes of wrestling chaos and the peaceful Bin, I get called to get my makeup done. It seems as if Changbin is more clingy when it comes to being in a relationship, because he gets up and follows me after realising I'm gone. I find it humorously adorable when he doesn't notice me getting up right away. It's almost like he blinks himself from a trance when he looks up at me making my way to the stylist chair. He catches up to me walking just behind me. He sits himself in an empty stylist chair next to mine occupying himself with his phone. Another stylist comes by and asks him if he wants to get his makeup done and over with now since he's here. He agrees, turning his chair from facing me to the mirror. My stylist gives me a warm smile before starting.