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word count: 1k genre: fluff, a little angst best friend! Chan x gender-neutral! Reader
I wrote this when I was in a stressed-as-fuck moment of my life. Like, today.
I love Chan. Thank you for always being here to make me smile.
This is dedicated to our lovely leader and our long-distance best friend.
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Chan felt his head explode from so much work.
His fingers began to rub his temples constantly in a desperate way to get rid of this annoying feeling. His body was tense and all his bones ached from sitting in this uncomfortable chair all day.
There was a complete mess in his mind. Comeback, lyrics, fans. All the stress accumulated in one night, in a single moment of vulnerability. It didn't happen often, but usually when it did he just wanted to be alone and not be bothered by anyone. To close the doors of his heart and just write his thoughts and feelings on a piece of paper. But now...although no one was around, and the only sound was the calm ticking of the clock on the wall, he felt strangely annoyed.
He rested his elbows on the black-wooden desk, placing his face in his hands and letting a heavy sigh leave his dry lips, which he immediately moistened with his tongue.
Everything seemed to bother him.
The pale color of the walls was too bright, his eyes ached, the long, thin chain around his neck suffocated him. He felt as though his bracelets were stopping his blood from circulating properly in his veins, his black hair disturbed his vision; even the beautiful pen sitting over the sheet of paper seemed too small, too hard to hold between his fingers.
It had already begun.
The stress devoured him slowly, but he tried to stay calm. And yet, the headache didn't go away. It was frustrating. He began to lose inspiration, the lyrics didn't go well at all, and the trash can filled up easily with all the crumpled papers.
Another five minutes passed with difficulty, another sheet torn and thrown in the basket near the desk.
Then his brain fully stopped cooperating. He threw the pen against the wall, falling over all the sheets scattered here and there. He sighed again, feeling like he would break into thousands of pieces if he didn't calm down. He was so caught up in what he was thinking that he did not hear the door opening very slowly, making almost no sound and a few easy steps on the fluffy carpet of the room. You made your way behind Chan's chair, placing both hands on the brunette's shoulders.
"Channie?" Your soft voice pulled Chan out of the trance he had entered. The boy's expression softened immediately, and under the gentle touch of your fingers, his shoulders relieved of all the tension. "You're doing it again, Chan..."
You weren't aware of how happy he was just to hear your sweet voice in this stressful moment.
"Y/n..." Your name involuntarily came out of Chan's lips, turning the chair towards you and analyzing you from head to toe. He sighed contentedly as he absorbed your entire presence.
You were here, exactly as he wanted. With comfortable pants and his black sweatshirt that looked adorable on you, ruffled hair, and no makeup. He rubs his left eye with his hand slowly due to fatigue.
Today was a hard day for everyone, extremely exhausting and the next ones will not be better. A faint, almost ghostly smile spread over his lips; his eyes once blurred with stress and tiredness, now sparkling with a special glow when he looked at you.
It was fascinating. You were fascinating. Your simplicity, your personality, everything about you, meant more to Chan than he would admit. Probably more than he was allowed. But he could not force his heart not to love the person who was now standing before him, in his clothes, with a presence stronger than a crowd of people together.
The brunette said nothing, just wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, until he could hide his face into your stomach. You were more than surprised to see Chan behave so out of character, that you hesitated a little as you rested your fingers on his black locks, stroking him gently.
"What happened to you?" You ask softly, your voice barely over a murmur.
You always had a beautiful voice, and Chan didn't know if it was because of the vulnerable state he was in now, about to give up mentally, but the simple sound soothed him so much. He never recognized you as something more than a best friend, that's just how it is, how it always was, but he wanted you to feel what he was conveying through silence just by holding you.
You argued today. He didn't even remember how this stupid argument had started, he only knew that those words said at that moment were the words that hurt you more than anything. It was Chan's fault and he knew it. And even if he did not apologize, you were still here, in his arms, somewhere where you could not be seen by anyone, not even by the other members.
And here Chan realized that he couldn't look at you like he used to.
He felt something powerful. Something that could either blossom into a much more beautiful thing or turn out to be destructive.
He just has to say three words, none of which he said, but when Chan stood up and placed the sweetest kiss on your lips, he knew it was worth it. It was worth seeing your adorable and bashful expression, watching with adoration how you hid your face in your palms and how you made some sounds in an unknown language, in a high tone.
"Ah! Why did you do that?!" You mumbled, your words almost muffled by your sweater paws.
"You're adorable," Chan smiles lovingly, leaning against the desk.
I love you, they were just simple words.
"Y/n..."
"Hm?"
❝I love you.❞
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I'm going to die of stress.
Hope you enjoyed this little writing. Stay safe, guys.
