IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU [STRAYKIDS BANGCHAN × READER]

CHAPTER 15

You feel the sun tickling your nose, trying to wake you up. But the warmth surrounding you is so comfortable that you want to savor it just for a little longer.

You snuggle closer to the big pillow to hide from the sun, trying to slide back into a peaceful sleep. But the pillow doesn't feel as soft and squishy as your normal pillow.

Confused, you slowly start to move the hand right next to your head over whatever you're sleeping on, feeling something soft but also hard. Something skin likely.
Your hand keeps wandering downwards with a light touch, feeling more sculpted, firm softness.

Come to think of it, it kinda feels like abs.

You trace every curve to confirm it.
Yep, definitely a six-pack.

Gosh, you're really dreaming, sleeping next to a fit, hot man? Best dream ever.

If you could only have this in real life, you would sleep like a baby every night.
Or maybe not at all ...

You bite your lip at that thought, seeking more physical contact.

You press yourself fully on to his side, till there's no space between the two of you left. His body responses and you can feel his muscles tense up under your hand.
A muffled moan from above you sends shivers through your body, right between your legs.

Oh, this dream is going just the right direction.

You keep tracing his muscles, enjoying the build up tension, and follow his defined v-line downwards.

"If you keep touching me like this, I won't take responsibility for what I'm going to do to you next.", a deep raspy voice warns you, sounding a bit too real.

A QUIET FAMILIAR ONE.

OH NO. NO WAY.

Within a second, your eyes are wide open, just for you to see that you were actually laying on a man's chest.
CHAN'S chest, touching him.

You push yourself up from his body, making him groan in pain, and move away from him.

But the bed isn't a huge one and you feel yourself falling over the edge, shutting your eyes close, preparing for the collision with the hard floor.

But to your luck an arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back in, before you can hit the ground.

"God, damn. No need to flee like I was going to eat you alive." he says, still holding onto your waist and drawing little circles there, probably trying to calm you.

You're still trying to catch your breath from this sudden action, that you can't even move one muscle.

Both of you are laying down, but are now facing each other up close and you can't stop staring at his face in shock but also admiration.

How can he look hot, even when he's bare faced and his curly hair disheveled from sleep?

For a moment you get lost in his eyes and touch, feeling safe and sound next to him, till your eyes wander down to his NAKED chest again, giving you the next panic attack.

OH MY GOD!

You push his hand away, backing up again, this time aware of the edge of the bed.

"WHY are you NAKED?"

You look down on yourself, "AND WHY am I wearing YOUR clothes?"

You feel your face heating up, your heart racing, because of the scenarios playing in your head.
"We slept in one bed, SO DID WE ... DO IT? DID WE SLEEP WITH EACH OTHER? Oh my god. WHERE EVEN AM I?", you bramble, trying to put the pieces together.