Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 38 - NOLA

Plans were made for the first off day to be spent enjoying New Orleans, and Chan tapped you to be the tour guide. He'd come to your room after you showered and dressed and gave you a big hug with a dumb grin on his face that you found so endearing it made you cringe.

"What is this for?" you asked, eyes wide as he squeezed your arms into your sides.

"Just for being the coolest girl I know," he grinned, kissing you on the cheek.

"You're weird, Bang Chan."

"Oh! That reminds me. Guess what today is..."

"Um... Tuesday?"

"It's our off day. But we have two off days. So do you want to play with me today or tomorrow?" Chan was obviously in very high spirits and practically bounced into your kitchenette, helping himself to a cup of coffee.

"Are you sure you need that caffeine?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah... you're probably right," he laughed, pouring it back into the carafe. You couldn't help but smile. Happy Chan was fun. He whirled and grabbed your hands. "So, am I your boyfriend today or tomorrow? I mean, I'm always your boyfriend, but you know..."

You thought about it. He was right. He already treated you like his girlfriend when you were together. Since you couldn't really show affection in public, what fun would it be to play that game?

"How would you feel if I changed my wish?"

He frowned, nodding. "Sure, it's your wish. Whatever you want."

"How about tonight... you let me be the boss." You looked at him suggestively, biting your lip.

"Oh hell yeah," he said softly, pulling you into his arms. "God, we're meant for each other aren't we?"

"You're gonna do what I say?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You're gonna let me tie you up?"

Chan visibly shivered, and laughed a funny little laugh. "You can do whatever you want to me."

You laugh then, meeting his eyes. "You might regret that."

He kissed you. "I don't think so." Kissed you again. Again. And then you had to push him off.

"Chan!" you squealed. "I just got cleaned up! Plus the van picks us up in 20 minutes... "

"I only need 10."

"Down, boy! Grrr!"

He pouted but let you go, and you stepped back.

"How do I look? I was going for tour guide." You wore a tight white button down shirt over a short pleated blue skirt, with cute tennis shoes.

"Very cute. One minute." Chan disappeared to his room and was back in a flash with a hat that looked almost like a soft version of a stewardess' cap. He put it on your head, pulling your blonde hair around your shoulders. "Perfect," he grinned.

Everyone seemed to be in a great mood, which meant they were loud and hilarious. The van dumped you out in the French Quarter, and you took them directly to Cafe Du Monde, ordering cafe au lait and beignets for everyone. You lucked into a couple of tables near enough to each other so that you could keep an eye on everyone, and made dinner reservations at Arnaud's while sipping your coffee.

Now that they had caffeine and carbs, the group was wilder than ever, and you spent most of the day laughing and yelling at them. You explored, finding blues, rock and jazz everywhere, musicians on every corner. The guys shopped like crazy, and absolutely loved visiting the haunted wax and the voodoo museums.