TEASE | CHAN x READER ♡

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"why am i here, yuri. i don't even know this
guy," my best friend shushes me before knocking on the big, shiny black door towering that's towering above us. she whips me with her beach towel once she knows no ones coming to the door yet, then proceeds to turn her back to me like nothing happened. "owch!" i yelp. "what was that for!" yuri flattens out her towel against her chest before answering. "where are your manners y/n!" yuri whisper yells. "we just got invited to a pool party by the hottest dudes in school, and your worried about not knowing them enough! sometimes i really can't stand you-" yuri is cut off by the creak of the huge door, a giant standing behind it. he's about 5'7, freckles dotting his cheeks, and a big gummy smile.
"hey girls, i'm felix. i share this house with chan. we're half brothers. come on in," felix holds the door open for both of us. while yuri runs off to the backyard, clearly annoyed that chan didn't answer the door, i shuffle my feet slowly and painfully to follow her, until i feel a big hand resting on my arm. "what's up with that?" the australian boy asks. he means my white cast, graffited with drawings and signatures from my friends. "oh, i broke my arm,"
"how?"
"oh.. uh, jet skiing. too heavy fall. apparently i twisted it bad enough to get a cast for six months,"
"how are you gonna swim with that monstrosity?"
i chuckle. "trust me. i wouldn't be here if i had the choice,"
felix follows closely behind me.. for some reason, as i make my way to the pool in the back. probably about 2,000 people all crammed together, either tanning on a chair (if your lucky. some people had to get the grass with the ants, mosquitoes.. yuck) jumping off the diving board, splashing people with water, or spraying innocent people with waterguns. music is blasting from every which way. oh god.. i think to myself. this is not my crowd. not my people at all. don't get me wrong, i love parties. raves and people are what make life fun.. i just don't like these people. chan's people. i feel nauseous.
felix comes to my side and brushes my shoulder with his arm. "wanna tan?" he asks me. i scrunch my nose. "where? there's not one open chair," felix seems to scan the entire backyard; people making out, kids vaping, gross dirty dancing in the hot tub... "i have an idea!" he exclaims, turning to meet my eyes. i can't help but notice their shiny glow. they look like sunlight threw an empty whiskey bottle. some bits of hazelnut, some bits of eatth after it rains. almost like hot chocolate or iced tea. i notice his golden skin, shimmering in the sun. he's sweating a bit, slow drips of water rolling down his neck and stomach.
"Y/N!"
"ach sorry! what'd you say??" i ask, shaking my head. i need to come back to reality and focus. besides, he's chan's brother. he has to be a fuckboy no matter how pretty and.. different from chan he seems.
"i said lets go to the beach!" he yells, taking handfuls of my shoulders and shaking me. "lets ditch and get ice cream or something. i mean you have a cast, you can't do much here,"
wow. something must be in that australian air. he's so much nicer than chan.. "i dont know, felix. won't chan get mad? i mean.. he won't get mad at me he doesn't even know me. but won't he get mad at you?" felix shrugs, his care-free islander personality showing clearly. "who cares about chan. let's have fun,"
"why? you just met me and you wanna take me on a date?"
what the hell y/n. you wanna shoo this perfect boy away? he's the only down to earth one you've spoken to this entire afternoon. you're screwing everything up!
"ugh.. it's hot, let's just leave!" he groans, taking my hand in his and opening the sliding glass door. i giggle and pull away. "felix, let me go!" i squeal, trying to free my grasp from his big hand. "what are you gonna do about it, little girl!" he taunts, sticking out his tongue at me. "i'll.. i'll hit you in the face with my cast! baam!" i jokingly pretend to whack felix in the face with the chunky piece of plaster. he takes his free hand and covers his face.
"oh.. oh you've really done it now, y/n! you've punched my teeth out! i'm not the handsome man you once knew," he peeks threw the free spaces between his fingers to see if i'm looking at him. i giggle and try to free myself once again.
"don't look at me! i'm so ugly,"
"you've always been ugly," i mutter under my breath.
"that's it," felix says, his gummy smile appearing once again. he lifts me by the waist and hoists me over his back. "ahh!" i scream. "felix! i'm gonna fall!"
"let me take you on a date!"
"what?"
"let me take you on a date and i'll let you go!"
i can't stop laughing, trying to catch my breath. "okay!" i finally agree, hitting his back with my fists. "let me down now! let me-" we're interrupted by the devil himself. chan. not just chan, though. his whole possy of thirsty girls follow behind him. each waiting for him to fall in love with them and be their little loyal boyfriend. like that will ever happen. not surprisingly, i spot yuri in the crowd of horny girls.
"what are you doing to our guests, felix?" chan speaks in a low tone, almost like he's angry. the fuck? why does he sound so jealous. this time, felix actually does let me down. i wish he hadn't though, i want to be as far away from that jerk chan as i possibly can be.
"just messing around. we're gonna get ice cream and then go to the beach. want me to bring you back something?"
"oh, so you're just ditching the party for some bratty girl? you're such a simp,"
bratty??? IVE NEVER EVEN SPOKEN TO YOU BRUHE
"i'm not ditching," chan defends himself. "and she isn't a brat. she's probably the most real person here," by this time, the whole party has basically stopped. the dj has even stopped the music. practically everyone who isn't "getting it in" in the hottub has come to witness the argument. i feel awkward and guilty just standing next to felix for some reason, like the whole party thinks we're being rude by wanting to leave. i mean, i do wanna leave.. but still.
"whatever bro. leave if you want, i honestly don't care,"
"i wasn't asking for your permission," felix scoffs. "i can do what i want. this is my house too,"
by this time, chan looks like he's about to choke someone. probably felix. possibly me. most likely the girl he's gonna carfuck after the party.
"hey slut!" some clearly drunk guy yells from the distance. "tell your boyfriend to stop being so disrespectful to chan! he threw this party for you!"  the crowd seems to mutually agree, and i feel my whole face go red. i don't have any words. usualy i would go and beat up the person who said that, but right now i feel completely powerless.
"come with me, y/n," felix whispers in my ear. he takes my hand again, but this time gently, and leads me out into the front of the house. it's silent while we walk to get ice cream. only the bustle of cars passing us and the seagulls at the beach can be heard. i feel my throat is being choked by a a rope. i feel like i can't breath, trying to hold back tears that sting my eyes.
"god that was so embarrassing," i finally say, my voice breaking in the process. oh god, that means the tears are coming. i feel a stream of hot tears finally fall. "this is all my fault felix.. i shouldn't have said we could leave, i shouldn't have even showed up to the stupid pool party in the first place. i mean, i have a cast on my arm for fucks sake!" i feel like i'm hyperventilating. too many words coming out of my mouth and too little air coming into my mouth. felix turns to look at me with his big, brown eyes. his hair sways in the soft breeze as his eye lashes flutter softly. his face softens when he sees my tears, and he takes my hand and carreses it with his own. running his thumb over my scratched, scabbed knuckles. "what happened here?"
i swallow thickly and search my mind for an excuse. "when i get angry or stressed i tend to.. scratch at my knuckles," i know he doesn't believe it. i certainly don't. quickly changing the subject, i apologize again.
"don't apologize y/n. you had every right to want to leave. he shouldn't care.. i mean, i don't know why he did in the first place. but that doesn't matter. he's a dick, he doesn't care about anyones feelings. he only wants to have a good time and make himself happy. he couldn't give a shit if he hurts others feelings. trust me, i live with him," it's hard to focus on felix's words. his lips, shiny and pink. i just want to.. i don't know, kiss them? well, not necessarily kiss them. i'd be content with just looking at them to be honest.
"y/n?"
"oh! i'm sorry, i have a lot going threw my mind,"
felix continues to rub my non-crippled hand, but his fingers get shakey and his breath hitches. i wonder if he's okay. he isn't saying much anymore. "y/n, can we go on a real date? not just to get ice cream.. like, to a festival or the movies? i mean, we can still get ice cream, but.. do you know what i mean?" i cant help but smile like a little kid. play it cool, dork.
"i'll check my schedule.. but i don't know concidering we just met," felix becomes clearly agitated with this answer and fiddles with my hand even more. "i'll give you my number, okay? please text me tonight," i nod happily to the australian boy.