✯Young God - Bang Chan✯

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Three

Y/N POV

"I wish you the best of luck..."

And with that he got out of the car slinging his bag over his shoulder as I do the same shutting the car door behind me. We walk up to the huge black door side by side as he reaches to open the door for me. How sweet...

"CHRISTOPHER? IS THAT YOU?!" A woman's voice calls from somewhere in the house. Chan's face was covered in embarrassment and anxiety.

"Yes Eomma! I have to work on a project with my friend so we'll be in my room!" Chan called back to his mother, much less dramatized than how his mother did. He turns back to me giving me a silent "Shh" with his finger on his lips. I give him a small nod as I'm trying not to giggle at his mother's screaming for her son. We slowly start walking toward the stairs to be as quiet as humanly possible.

"Christopher just so you know Felix-" Chan's mother says as she walks to the bottom of the stairs, stopping when she and I make eye contact. "Christopher! How dare you not tell me you brought such a beautiful young lady to our house!" She says as she walks up the stairs to me. She wore a very casual business attire with a white blouse tucked into her black skinny jeans with a black belt wrapping tightly around her thin waist. She barely looked old enough to be a mother, her skin had only slight smile lines around the sides of her mouth. But her age was obvious in her eyes, the dull brown color made it seem as if she was in her early to mid 40's.

"Hi my dear, I'm assuming Christopher told you that I'm going to try and get you to date him, or assume that you two are already dating." She said in reaction to the awkward expression on my face. I couldn't help but smile lightly at her assumption.

"You're dead on Mrs. Bang." I say with a smile to hopefully lighten the mood. I can't see Chan before but I'm assuming he's cringing at the scene playing out before him.

"Ah! Please, call me Annemarie. And before you question my name, yes it is a very white-woman name but my parents thought it'd be genius to make me look ridiculous!" Annemarie said laughing lightly with a bright smile. Now the smile lines make perfect sense...

"Ah, ok. I was going to ask but I didn't want to offend you in any way." I say keeping my smile on my face. She then takes my hands in hers and gazes around my face looking at my features. I feel my cheeks growing slightly pink at the spotlight thrown from her eyes. She gives me a soft smile as her gaze meets mine again.

"You remind me of myself when I was young... strong, brave, and beautiful inside and out..." She says putting her hand on my cheek softly. I can feel Chan's tension and annoyance radiating from behind me, but I could care less. The way she looked at me and smiled at me reminded me of my own mother.

Before she left. 

9 years ago...

"Ah! Look at me rambling on like I've known you since birth!" Annemarie says dropping her hands to her sides. I can't help but miss the motherly touch she gave me, but I can't ask for more... That's just weird.

"You're perfectly fine, and that's very kind of you! Thank you for not scanning me strangely... that's happened before and I just feel so awkward." I say remembering the past times I've visited friend's homes. She smiles at me again before walking away from the stairs.

"Let me know if you two need anything!" She calls before walking out of the room. I smile at her again before following Chan up to his room. Walking in, I immediately see the beautiful furniture around the partially mural covered walls. The simple white against the vibrant colors of the wall, all on top of the dark cherry wood flooring. But why is the mural only partially done?

"I'm assuming you like my room?" Chan says sitting in the spinny chair at the desk near the window. A smirk visible across his rosy lips as he leaned back in the chair with his legs spread slightly.

"Yeah! But one question if I may ask..." I ask nervously, but getting a nod from him. "The mural... Why isn't it finished?" I question looking around at the paintings on the walls. One section in particular catching my attention. A sunset over a forest during winter, snow on each of the branches, the colors from the sunset fading from yellow to gold to a rosy pink, and finally the night sky where stars were already visible. It looked like something out of a fantasy.

"Well... that's a complicated story... and I don't know you well enough to tell you yet." He says walking to stand next to me with his hands in his black skinny jeans.

"Yet?" I ask him, turning my head to face him, he turns to meet my eyes. He gives me a soft smile, much like his mother's.

"Yeah... yet." He says barely above a whisper, but perfectly audible to me. He stares back into my eyes with his almost black ones. It's only at this moment that I realize how close our bodies are.

Our faces are...

Our lips are...

Yet for some reason I don't feel uncomfortable. His soft but powerful gaze making me feel warm inside, just like it had before. I found my eyes moving around his face, taking in his features. The dim light filtering through the windows lit up his face, accenting his features perfectly. His sharp jawline, the curve of his eyes, his messy hair falling over his eyes, his lips... rosy and perfect. I think I was staring too long because I felt his fingers cup my chin making my eyes meet his again. His head cocked to the side slightly, looking down at me.

"Why do I feel like I've known you forever?" Chan whispers as his hand comes to my cheek to cup my face gently. My mind processes his words but barely comes up with a way to respond. All I can manage to do is stutter things that at least sound like words.

"I-I... I-I d-don't know..." I stutter just above a whisper feeling my cheeks turn a dark pink.

He cocks his head to the side moving his hand to cup my cheek gently, giving me a sweet smile. "I wish I met you earlier... I know nothing about you yet..." he paused, running his free hand through his hair slowly revealing his milky forehead. "I feel like I already know everything about you..." he says as his gaze pears down towards my lips. Once his eyes lock on to them, his tongue swipes over his before looking back into my eyes. Deeper than before.
He takes a step closer before whispering right on top of my lips.

"Who are you Y/n..." He says before pulling me on to him and smashing his lips onto mine. I felt my lips moving against his, but I don't know why. His soft lips felt like utter euphoria against mine, making tiny sparks fly inside my heart. The second he felt me kiss back, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, if that's even possible. My hands found their way up Chan's arms and around his neck into his hair. My eyes close almost immediately all by themselves in an instant at his touch. Slowly I could feel myself needing his touch on my body, needing his lips to never leave mine. The utter pleasure pooling inside of my heart exploded as I felt his tongue swipe across my lips. My eyes shot open in shock at the feeling. His eyes opened as well, staring back at me but keeping our lips connected. He wiggled his brows up before smirking against my lips and deepening the kiss by sliding his tongue into my mouth. His tongue swirled around mine, touching every part of my mouth. I let out a slight whimper of pleasure as he moved his hand up around my neck to deepen the kiss even more. Soon I could feel him dragging me back somewhere, until I fell back, landing on a soft surface. His bed. His hands move up my body from my waist making me shudder at the feeling of his hands. His hands grab my wrists and pin them above my head, pressing his body down onto me. His hard abs pressing through his thin white T-shirt onto my stomach as my legs naturally spread for him, feeling his body lower in between my legs. He moves his mouth away from mine to look into my eyes with a small smile. He brings one of his hands down from my wrist to cup the side of my face softly with a small smile. Our faces still barely separated, our noses still brushing past each other.

"Do you do this often?" He whispers against my cheek, planting soft kisses along my cheekbone.

"No..." I whisper directly into his ear. "And you stole my first kiss." I mumble even softer. His eyes meet mine again, widened a bit more than before, but his soft and genuine smile remaining across his lips.

"Good..." He says caressing my cheek again. "We stole each other's firsts... it's only right we steal each other's seconds..." His eyes trail from my eyes to my lips again before crashing our lips together again, full of passion.