Wrong Number (Y/N x Bang Chan)

5 - Closer Than a Fan

You let out a breath as you walk back home, exhausted from tonight's shift. Dealing with drunks at the bar isn't for the faint of heart, but at least it kept your mind occupied. As you're taking off your shoes by the front door, your phone buzzes. Who could be texting you at this hour? You snort, already guessing who it is. Of course it's Chris. You toss your shoes aside and open his message.

You should come to a Stray Kids concert sometime

Your eyebrow raises, curiosity piqued. A quick Google search makes you gasp. Three hundred bucks for the stands? Nearly eight hundred for floor tickets? This man must be out of his mind.

Not with the prices tickets are at

You type back, then toss your phone onto the bed and start changing into your comfiest pajamas.

My treat :)

His response is almost instant, and despite yourself, a smile sneaks onto your face. You wonder if he'll actually pay out of pocket or just pull some kind of celebrity discount.

I don't know, Chris...

You bite your lip, hesitating as you imagine what it would be like. Which day would you go? And would he actually be there, waiting to meet you? You shake your head to dismiss the thought. You're not actually considering this... are you?

We'll finally meet in real life

C'moooooon

Pretty please?

He follows it up with a selfie of himself pouting, his Elvis-styled hair with a single strand falling down just right. As much as you hate to admit it, the pout is adorable.

You're such a freaking nerd

You reply with a grin you don't even try to fight.

Is that a yes?

You groan softly, already half-regretting your answer.

Yes

After sending it, you set your phone aside, but the grin refuses to leave your face as you finish getting into your pajamas. A soft giggle escapes before you shake your head, clearing your throat to compose yourself.

Once you're settled, you notice an email notification. Opening it, your eyes widen. Stray Kids floor tickets-for tomorrow night. And two of them, no less. You're about to text Chris to ask if it's a mistake, but the email subject line stops you: "So you don't get lonely."

You fall back onto the bed, giggling. Dang it. You're in trouble.

You quickly pull up Cindy's contact but hesitate; she doesn't usually check her phone. Lilly might be a better bet.

Hey Lilly, remember me?

You cringe as you glance at the time. Nearly 1 AM. You're probably disturbing the poor girl's sleep.

Hey, Y/N! Of course. :)

I can't make it to work tomorrow. Let Cindy know?

She'd probably hear it from you faster than her own phone lol.

True, haha! You alright tho?