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

CHAPTER 19

"I'm pretty sure you started everything last night. And trust me, I didn't misread the room then. Or did I, Y/n?"

His eyes sparkle with mischief.

Damn it.
In your head, you're already kicking yourself for your loose tongue last night.

"I - I was drunk. I just rambled weird stuff", you stammer, trying to sound casual.

"Ohhh", he chuckles, his voice low and teasing, his gaze sharp enough to cut through you. "We're not gonna play that game, sweetie."

You swallow hard, your carefully built facade starting to crumble as the air between you shifts. The fire inside you flickers lower, settling somewhere far more dangerous.

How does he always do that?!

"Anyway, I want it back", you ignore his comment, holding your hand out in the little space between you, raising one eyebrow.

"Say please", he says, smirking.

You huff at his demand.
"Why would I? You stole it."

"I didn't really steal it, cause I never intended to keep it. And I think you owe me some manners after those rude accusations."

With maddening calm, he slips a hand into his pocket and pulls out your light blue slip, letting it dangle casually from his index finger right in front of your face.

His eyes still focused on your own, watching as if they're just waiting for the slightest change in your expression to give your true emotions away.

You press your lips together, determined not to let him win this little game, and try to snatch your underwear from his finger.

He's faster. With a flick of his wrist, the slip is out of your reach.

"Just give it to me", you snap, annoyed, giving it a second try, but again he moves quicker.

He raises it higher. Your bodies are inches apart now, the space between you shrinking with every move.

"No. Just say the magic word. I know you can do it", he mocks, his voice like velvet.

You let out a frustrated sigh, heat pooling in your cheeks as you grab a fistful of his top for leverage. Rising onto your tiptoes, you stretch your free hand toward the slip.

Someone knocks on the door.

"So desperate. It's almost cute." His lips curl into a slow, smug smile.

"Just give me what's mine", you growl, yanking harder, the fabric still just out of reach.

"Come on, y/n", he murmurs seductively, his voice dropping a fraction lower. "Say it, and it's yours."

"F*ck you", you mutter, glaring at him.

He chuckles, a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.

The door handle gets pushed down, someone entering just as you jump and get a hold of the piece of fabric.

"What the -", Felix deep voice rings from behind you.

You quickly turn around to face Felix, slipping your hands - and the slip - behind your back, pressing it between your body and Chan's. His chest is so close behind you that you can feel the heat radiating from him.

"Oh, Felix! Hey!" you blurt out, trying to sound casual. "What are you doing here?"

God, you hope your face doesn't look as hot as it feels.

Felix's brows are still furrowed as he observes the two of you, but then, slowly, his lips curl into a smirk. He clears his throat, quickly masking his amusement. "I was sent to get Chris to the set. Makeup needs to get him ready. And you?"