Just Like Simple Dimple But Feel Heavenly

Just like simple dimple but feel heavenly

home is with you :

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# bgc x gn: reader ! ( fluff ) ;

cw : mentions of anxiety , sweetheart christopher , chris is a workaholic ( duh ) , pure fluff , pet names : baby , angst if you blink !!

a/c ; lowkey don’t like this, just wanted to write about chris !! 💌

wc : 439 ?!

your hands trembled in fear. standing in front of chan’s studio, your legs slightly faltered; you knew how much your boyfriend hated to be pestered whilst doing work, but you missed him. 

it was nearing midnight and all your calls and texts had been shut away– so you figured to reach him in the way he couldn’t ignore you. you lean your head against the door, but everything is tranquil. you can only listen to the A.C floating in the background. hand hovering on the doorknob, your fingers think faster than you do– wrapping around the handle and swiftly opening the door.

he is there; immersed in his computer, sleeves of his hoodie rolled up, light hung over him, and he is gorgeous. you’re stood awkwardly at the doorway, unwilling to take his attention away from work.

he, however, seemed to notice the change of aura in the air. his head snaps towards you and his heart flutters; you’re wearing his shirt with a jacket layered atop of it– his jacket. his eyes peek over to his phone, reviewing the time: ‘11:49PM’. 

the way his eyes softened at you blew all your anxiety away. “channie, i-i’m sorry to interrupt but i miss you.. a lot.” you mumbled, eyes scanning over his features– trying to find any hint of anger– but he smiled. the same smile that makes your heart beat louder, faster and harder.

he sighed, “sorry baby, i’ll be done soon okay?” his feet push against the floor, chair rolling away from the table. “come sit while i finish up.” his voice is tender, and he softly motions towards his lap. you waste no time straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. you feel his left arm curl around your waist, pulling you closer to him. your head is nuzzled into his neck and a smile creeps up your face. “i love you.” you whisper, you feel his heartbeat on your chest. 

“i love you too.” he giggled, and you feel at home. chan’s love washing away the flame of worry in your body, and you feel at home.

a few moments pass before he speaks up again, “sorry i’m working so late.” he murmurs, placing soft kisses on your temple. “let’s go home now, yeah?” he proposed, voice hushed in case you’d fallen asleep.

“‘m already home.” you chimed, arms squeezing him slightly. you can’t see it, but you’re sure he has a stupid dorky smile on his face– you do too. “you’re such a flirt.” he snickered, lifting you up along with him; your legs wrap around his waist, and you feel your eyes power off.

together

tw: mentions of self harm in the past, blood and angst to comfort. i got hit by phantom pain on my shoulders a while ago and wanted to write this for all the people out their who need a reminder that they'll be okay soon. that they're enough and channie and i are sending warm love to each one of you struggling. you've got this. stay safe, stay alive.

taglist: @hanjibug

tracing a finger down your shoulder, you could only let out a shaky exhale. standing in front of the mirror, naked with pursed lips, you wondered why it ever got so bad. what went so incredibly wrong back then that this is what it amounted to.

damage. irreversible damage on your mind and body. scars littered your figure and you couldn't stare at them without trembling. running a hand through your hair, you press your palm against a particularly nasty one. it still hurt. the phantom pain still remained and memories were revisited everytime you caught a glimpse of your exposed skin.

you weren't exactly one to feel ashamed of them. no. they were reminders of the long nights you had survived, of the blood you had to clean up the next morning, hands scrubbing the marble floors as tears ran down your face, horrified of what you had done.

but insecurities could not be hidden so easily. and definitely not in the confines of your own home. you press against the scar, whimpering as you remember the reason behind it. as you remember how much blood had stained your fingers seconds later, how long it had taken to clean up the wound, to sit alone in that dark, wretched room, with no one to call for help-

soft fingers wrap themselves around the wrist of the hand you held against your skin, pulling them away until you feel a lull heartbeat against your fingertips. you open your eyes slowly as you feel your knees giving up, collapsing to the cold floor moments later. but chan's there.

chan's there to hold you against him. chan's there to run a warm hand down your spine, to whisper sweet nothings you can't quite comprehend yet.

"...hey? beautiful, look at me. look at me, please? fuck-"

you look into his eyes and take in the worried expression on his face, as he continues to scan you for signs of any new scars. a sigh of relief escapes his lips when he finds none.

you can only look at him as gulps down his worries and takes both your hands in his and rests his forehead against yours.

"it's not the same anymore, pretty. i'm here now, i'm here for you." he mutters, scrunching his eyes in pain as he pulls your hands to where his heart rests.

"and for as long as i'm here, i will not let allow you to take this out on yourself. nothing can hurt you, baby. not while channie's around."

pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, he looks into your eyes and you can see tears threatening to spill. and suddenly you feel guilty that your pain has started to affect chan to the point of tears. but it all goes away the second you feel his lips against the scar you were looking at just moments ago.

"my baby is the prettiest, strongest person i've ever had the honour of knowing. i am so proud of you for surviving, for making it this far." he says as he continues to kiss the scars you once looked at with disgust.

"and if you'll let me, give me a chance to, i'll help you live, beloved. you don't have to survive any longer. not while i'm with you. i won't slip up for even a second. trust me. please. let me get through. we'll make it. together."

Beautiful

Tw: Insecurities (body image), hurt/comfort, best boy christopher, it doesn't specifically state that the reader has an ed but it's implied (past or present)

I looked at my waist in the mirror as I turned to the side. I rubbed my hand over my belly fat as I remembered the night before. I'd binged again, and now I was dealing with the aftermath, bloating. I knew I was supposed to love my body, it does so much for me, but how the hell was I supposed to even look at it when I see so many women out there with small waists, thighs, arms, stomachs..

"I have a fat ass though." I noted as I turned a bit more. I looked at my face and criticized my chubby cheeks , rubbing a hand over them and feeling small bumps. I shut my eyes in defeat as I sighed again and put my arms on the counter, steadying myself.

"Wow...That dress fits you like a glove." I heard my boyfriend say from behind me.

"It's not supposed to, it's supposed to be loose here-"

"Hey, you look absolutely stunning, baby." He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and tucked his head into the crook of my neck.

"You're gorgeous.." He whispered as he stared at me in the mirror.

"Chris.."

"Look," He backed up and twirled me slowly, "the bottom flows, it gives you the snatchiest waist ever." He mocked a girls voice, causing me to laugh.

"There's that pretty smile." He said as he pulled me closer, kissing my nose softly.

"What's got you down, baby?" I sighed as I leaned into his arms, he wrapped his around me again and pulled me close.

"I don't know, I just, have a very bad relationship with my body today." He nodded in understanding.

"Well, can I help?" He asked, causing me to raise a brow.

"C'mere." He brought his hands under my thighs and lifted me into the counter and set me down.

"Look at those pretty eyes." He made his point by bringing his fingers dangerously close to my eyes and pointing.

"Pfft!" He made an 'ahah' sound.

"And that gorgeous smile. I think about it countless times a day." I smiled at him softly.

"Those cute little dimples, and that single freckle on your cheek." He kissed the freckle to emphasize.

"The shiniest hair and an even brighter forehead." I smacked his arm softly, making him cackle.

"That sense of humor that causes everyone to light up around you." He nuzzled our noses together and softly pulled me back to my feet, turning me to the mirror again.

"That body, curves like no tomorrow, and don't get me started on your thighs. Your hands, so fucking soft, I have no idea how you get them so soft, but I know when I have a hard day, you'll be there and welcome me with those beautiful arms of yours." My eyes were watering at this point as he kissed my neck softly before turning me around.

"But the single most beautiful thing about you, is your soul. Your amazing heart, and your strong drive. You love so hard and passionately, and that makes you the most radiant woman in the world. You are my girlfriend, my magnificent, alluring, and charming girlfriend. You touch the hearts of everyone you come across, and that's why you make it so easy to love you. So. Next time you wanna say something mean about yourself, think about me, would I appreciate someone saying something bad about my girlfriend? Nope. So-" I cut him off with a hug as I sobbed into his chest.

"I love you so much.." I whimpered into his chest.

"I love you more," He lifted my chin to look at him in the eyes, "every," he kissed me on the forehead softly, "single," nose, "part," left cheek, "of," right cheek, "you." And when he placed that last kiss on my lips, I couldn't even think of what I was thinking before. All I could think about was how my boyfriend viewed me and how I wanted to view myself. A beautiful person, with an even more beautiful heart.

This really hit home for me. I've been struggling with body issues and eating issues lately. If you're struggling with body issues, I just want you to know that your are loved, and no one is worth more than anyone else because of their body type. Your body deserves to be loved by you, we all deserve love, no matter of our body type. I'm sorry if this story isn't as good as my other works, I feel like I've sort of lost my touch for writing.

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/ happy ending /

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angst with a hopeful ending ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> ot8!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> forgiveness doesn't come easy but they already knew that. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> cursing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

first part -> hyung line | maknae line

a/n: here's the happy ending that i promised and we're done with the series ¡! you can choose which ending you prefer to read.

chan ✉

staying all alone that night made you process a whole lot of things. mostly how much you loved chan and how much he meant to you for you to give up. but that didn't mean that what he said didn't hurt you and affect you in a way. second chances are not given, they're earned and you wanted for him to prove that. for him to show you that he really wanted this and he wanted it as much as you did.

when he opened the door in the morning to check on you, he didn't expect to still find you in your shared bedroom. even after crying all your tears out, you didn't have the strength to face him because you didn't wanna give in too easily. you were determined to try and make him understand what you felt.

"hey babe. i called but you did not answer." he said simply and you just looked at him taking in his appearance. the bags under his eyes, the clothes that he wore yesterday and the regret in his voice. "i don't even know where to start, i just don't know why i said that and i'm sorry."

"i know. i just needed some time chris, it's okay. well i mean what you said it's not okay but i don't wanna lose what we have." you said as you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and holding onto them. "but i need you that if something like this happens again, i won't hesitate to walk out the door." 

"i won't take you for granted. i just need one more chance and i'll show you what you truly are worth. i just can't believe i said those things and-." he tried to explain again but you stopped him

"chris. i know and let's try not to repeat that mistake, okay? i'd rather not talk about it because i don't wanna remember but just please know that i'll stay." you said and he sighed as he nodded. he felt like a weight was off his chest but at the same time he knew he had to be better and do better. it hurt to know that he hurt you but this was his chance to fix it.

minho ✉

you knew how he was. he was 100% gonna chase after you left even if you insisted that you wanted to be alone tonight. you still hoped he would come after you anyways, even if it still hurt. even if he found the worst words possible to express his anger, you wanted to see him. it might've been delusional or stupid but you needed to hear him say sorry a few more times.

and there he was, absolutely exhausted from running. leaving his work scene even after winning another show but caring a bit more about saving his relationship than celebrating with his bandmates. you looked at him right in the eye and you could sense regret but you needed to hear from him first.

"baby, love, jagi i'm so fucking sorry." lee minho was on his knees in a public scenery begging for forgiveness. you would've never painted this picture in your mind but here it was right in front of you. "i would do anything for you if i have to. i know i look like a fool and you're probably dying of embarrassment but if you decide to end things, i don't think i'm gonna be able to take it."

"just like i'm not taking what just happened. listen minho and please get up." like he was in your command, he got up immediately. "i don't know what your ex boyfriends/girlfriends were like but i'm not gonna stand the hurtful comments you make. however i'm not gonna let you go but i need some time yeah?" 

"how much time?" you've never seen him so determined yet so desperate at the same time. he really wanted to be with you and it showed but it wasn't enough. actions spoke louder than words and you hoped he would demonstrate that.

"i'll let you know, for now just let me be." you said walking away not before he hugged you tightly and did not let go for a solid minute. you ruffled his hair as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. maybe time would heal the open wounds after all.

changbin ✉

"did you truly feel that way?" you asked when he arrived home from the studio. you were so ready to leave but you needed to know before you did if this was anger speaking or if he truly felt what he said. you were a firm believer that words were spoken for a reason. he sighed and left his things before looking at you, trying to take in the scene that you might just leave him if you didn't say the right things.

"no. i could never feel that way about you even if i wanted to. i was angry and that's not an excuse but i need you to know that the truth is that. take me or leave me, i would rather you be with someone who didn't provoke as much damage as i did tonight." he said and you could see the tears coming out like a cascade. it hurt to see him this way and you didn't know what to do. "love i'm sorry, i know i don't deserve it but would you please stay tonight?" 

"why? what's gonna change?" you asked, crossing your arms as you looked at him. he looked so fragile and broken at the same time. he expected for you to be mad but you just looked disappointed and that hurt even more. "binnie please say anything just to make me wanna stay."

"i love you. i want to be with you so badly even if all my insecurities are telling me no right now, i need you so bad. i know i'm not enough, i know i shouldn't have said any of those words, fuck them, i always wanted you and that's never gonna change." he said wiping his tears away and getting close to you. you didn't take a step back this time as you took in your arms and cried with him. "i won't ever make you feel like that ever again (y/n), please stay."

"okay. i'll stay for tonight but we'll talk in the morning clearly yeah?" you said as he nodded. he needed to make things right this time and not let you down.

hyunjin ✉

you could hear a lot of movement coming from the other side of the door. you thought hyunjin left but it looked like he didn't as you headed towards your kitchen where the noise was coming. he was there doing the dishes, he had done every task that was left unattended before. if that made him think that he was gonna forgive you, then he didn't know you.

"yes i know. it's not enough but i was complaining like an idiot and not doing anything." he said as he sighed looking at you. you were still mad at his comments and it looked like it wasn't gonna be easy for him but then again that's what he loved about you, you stood there proud like you were. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have said anything and i don't know what it was that put me in a mood to say that shit to you. it doesn't matter, what matters is you and i hope you know that i will change if i have to because i can't be creating drama like this anymore."

"it's not that jinnie. i usually don't mind putting up with it but today it was too much. your words just hurt me in a way, made me feel like i was worth less than you and them for that matter." you explained and he nodded. he felt like crying but he didn't want to in front of you. he felt hopeless and so fucking sad that he made you feel like this. 

"i know. i'm sorry, you're worth more than i could ever ask for and i don't want you to feel any different. i know it's not easy what you do and i'm gonna help around more because we're a team right? we both need to put in the effort." he said as he got close to you, carefully planting a kiss on your forehead. 

"a team, i like that." you muttered as you gave in to his arms and rested your head on his chest.

jisung ✉

being without jisung was hell but you needed time. even if he tried to contact you in every way that he could, it went ignored for now. it was probably painting the worst image on his mind but one day you showed up back to the apartment you shared together. it surprised you to see him there, sleeping on the couch, you would've thought he was staying at the dorms.

"baby? you're here?" he asked as he opened his eyes and tried to compose himself in front of you. he got up so fast, he almost fell but he tried to put on his best look as he didn't know why you were here. well it was your house but after what happened, he lived there thinking the worst. "babe can we talk?"

"yeah that's why i came here. to give you a chance to explain yourself." you said firmly and it took him by surprise just like your arrival. he wanted a second chance so badly so he decided to look for the best words and to tell you the absolute truth of it all.

"okay. i'm gonna start by saying i'm sorry and letting you know that even if i did fuck up real bad, i still want you and only you more than anyone or anything. i don't think you're difficult and i definitely don't think you're bad. i just said the worst words at the worst time didn't i? now that i'm saying it out loud i don't think i even deserve a second chance. but i'm gonna fight for you every day because i truly believe you're the one (y/n)." he said and he expected not to cry but he still felt the sobs leaving his body anyways.

you welcomed him in your arms as he couldn't stop crying and sighed. jisung wasn't truly mean spirited, he wouldn't say words like that because he meant them you thought. it would take long to heal but you were willing to give him another chance.

"it's okay. we're okay but we still need to talk about it whenever we can yeah?" you said as he responded "yesyesyes" which made you laugh. you wiped his tears away and hoped that things like these wouldn't happen again.

felix ✉

i waited an entire day to text felix again. as much as i was doubting myself, thinking that maybe i am too clingy, there was a part of me hoping he didn't mean it at all. expecting that the worst was just out of anger or fear and not a pure emotion he was feeling so hurtful and devastating. i got an immediate response saying he would come over and before i could respond, he was already at the door.

opening up the door to see a distraught and tired felix was a surprise. it was a competition through your mind telling you that you shouldn't care about what he did but in the end your tender side always won as you took in his appearance. 

"love i'm sorry. i'm so fucking sorry." he repeated over and over as he came in but he didn't just pass through, he fell right into my arms as i held him. "i'm the fucking clingy one, i'm the one who can't be without you and you're not a bother at all. i invited you and every frustration got the best of me and i took it out on the person i love the most and i-."

"i know." i didn't exactly know because there was still this side of me that was deeply hurt by his words. but i was willing to understand where he was coming from and what was happening that led him to get so angry.

"i don't deserve your forgiveness. i don't even deserve to be standing here in front of you or you holding me but please know that i will always be sorry about this." he said looking me in the eye. bloodshot eyes suddenly closing as i leaned in and met him for a kiss. it was a painful one because it felt like a last one but i savoured every moment that i could get with felix. 

"i still want you felix." i said and he closed the gap again as he met me for another kiss. he wanted me as much as i did and sometimes doing something about it spoke louder than a million words.

seungmin ✉

as you unlocked the door of your unshared bedroom, you didn't expect seungmin to be sleeping on the floor on the other side. you crouched down as you slowly poked him to wake him up and that's when he opened his eyes, they were reddish and his hair was a mess. 

"i didn't even notice i fell asleep at the door." he said as you both got up and the tension was still there. you didn't know how to feel and he didn't know what to say exactly. he was convinced you were mad at him but you just looked so sad that it broke him. even when you closed the door and he pretended to walk away, he stayed. he wanted to see you so bad yet every part of him knew that you needed to be alone.

"minnie do you actually want to break up with me?" you asked and you never saw him shake his head so fast. he didn't cry very often but he was willing to cry in front of you if it meant that you would see how sorry he was.

"never in a million years. i know what i said is not okay and that i should've never mentioned it in the first place." he said as he took your hands and looked at you again. "i'm sorry love, i'm sorry for making you feel unappreciated and unloved because that's the thing i want you to feel the least."

"i just thought you were going to leave me when you said that." you sincerely said and if his heart didn't break before, the sight and the words before him were killing his heart slowly.

"no, never. you can't get rid of me that easily baby. i will always stay and tell you the truth." he said as he kissed your cheek and as soon as he placed it, you gave him a little smile that warmed his heart back again. maybe you wouldn't get over this quickly but then again he did not expect that to happen, he would be there in the healing process.

jeongin ✉

he did let you go that night but he insisted that he wanted to talk every minute of the day after it. as much as you thought that you needed time, you needed to see him again before it all crumbled apart. he was there waiting for you in your apartment as you got back from work. who knows how long he had been standing there, looking a mess and hoping for the best.

"(y/n), god i missed you." it filled your heart with so many feelings that you could not express the way he said those words. you were so hurt and you could tell by just looking at him that he wasn't doing well either. he wanted to lean in for a kiss or just have you in his arms again but he contained himself from doing so.

"i missed you too innie. i think we need to talk before... we do anything." you said and he nodded as he stood there awkwardly but he knew it was his turn to talk, to mend things and to make it right this time like he didn't do it that night.

"i'm sorry, i know that it wasn't an okay thing to say. i know exactly why i'm with you and i wouldn't want to be with anyone else in any other way. i want you because you've taught me so much, showed me so much of myself and loved me unconditionally from the start." he was in the verge of tears but he swallowed and continued talking. "i don't think i'm able to be without you, just right now it's been hell."

"i feel the same way, i don't like being apart from you even if i'm mad." you said honestly and he nodded 'cause he felt the same way. "i would like to take things slow, i don't forgive you fully but you're there innie. i wish i could erase the pain but i can't."

"i know, i'll show that i mean it baby. i'll show you how i actually feel." he said and you believed him. you truly did want him to show you what needed to be shown. before he could leave, you hugged him so tight and that's when he let the tears actually go.

Baking and Love Making

Paring: Bang Chan x Fem Reader

Genre:Fluff / slight angst/smut18+

Summary: you wake up on your birthday with a smell lingering in your room, a sweet and familiar smell

Note: Bang Chan is pink / Reader is purple

Warnings: breast play, make out sesh, groping, mentions of underwear, suggestions of death, crying, suggestive, flirty Chan

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Proofread: no

Awakening from your slumber, your met with a familiar smell, your room is still dark from your large curtains being shut and your not really sure what time of day it is.

The smell lingers in your nose, making your mouth water and your eyes perk awake, it’s sweet and it can only be one thing.

Walking towards the kitchen causes the sweet smell to become stronger, stopping to rub the sleep out of your eyes, you feel two large hands at your sides and a plush forehead against yours.

“What are you doing out of bed, my baby girl?”

“I smelled something, I’m sure I know what it is”

“No, no, no, it’s a surprise and your meant to be in bed to receive it, so go on”

Chan leads you back into your shared room and opens the curtains to let some light in.

“I’ll just be a moment” and with that Chan disappears out the door.

What seems like an eternity goes by with only the birds outside keeping you entertained, when you hear him knock at the door.

Coming in empty handed and with the look of a man on a mission he marches straight over to the curtains and shuts them, you want to question him on what’s taking so long, “Cha…..” but he leaves again.

This time the wait was a bit shorter, thankfully or you would’ve fallen back asleep with the room being so dark.

He enters with what your sure is a big smile on his face and a small pink cake illuminated by the candle on top.

“Oh yea it is my birthday, isn’t it”

“Baby are you saying you forgot your own birthday?”

You both laugh as you suddenly realize you have in fact forgotten your own birthday.

“It’s ok baby we all make mistakes”

He chuckles as he makes his way over to the bed and takes a seat beside you.

“Make a wish“ he whispers, holding the cake up close to your face.

You close your eyes and do so excited for your favorite sweet treat, you haven’t had it for such a long time, the smells making you crazy.

“Thank you baby, you really are the best”

“It’s nothing, now eat up”

“I shall share” you say, holding a fork full to his lips, he pushes the fork away.

“Nonsense, I made it for you and you’ll eat the whole thing”

Your eyes widen as you look at the size of the cake, it’s rather small but still you didn’t want to look like a glutton.

“Are you sure, that’s a lot of cake for one person”

“Come on Baby please, I made it extra special for my girl”

His big round eyes met yours, forcing you into their trance, you had no choice but to except.

Taking the fork in your mouth the flavors are heavenly and you feel at home, there was only one other person who could make cake like this, your mom.

She’d always bake you a short cake just like this one on your birthday, knowing that Chan wanted to surprise you big time with this extra special cake, taking his time following the recipe and scrutinizing every step.

“How is it” with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, your emotions roll over you strong. The taste is exactly the same and it reminds you so much of your mom, who you’ve missed so much.

All you could mumble out was a shaky “it’s good”

“Aww my baby girl, are you crying”

Being asked makes it worse, tears rolling down your cheeks in streams and your sure you look far from pretty.

Reaching out for Chan your met with an even bigger surprise, Chan’s naked torso hugging you.

He was hugging you innocently out of pure concern but why was he half naked? You decided to ignore it and pull yourself together.

“Thank you Chan but really I’m ok now”

“You sure” his concern laced through his voice but you reassured him you were ok and that the water worked had stopped.

“I’ll just be in the kitchen yea? Finish your cake”

You hum in response, knowing very well your kitchen is a mess beyond repair and it needs to at least be straightened before you get out of bed or he’ll feel bad.

Finishing with your cake you laid back full and bloated like you feared you’d be, waiting for your Channie to return.

You wiped at the now dry tears on your face whilst thinking about your mom, you think about her almost everyday yet when faced with a simple cake you broke down in tears.

You were deep in thought when Chan returned

“See told you, you ate it all”

“Are you tryna make me feel fat?”

“No, no, not at all I was only joking I swear”

“It’s ok Chan I was only messing with you”

Sighing a sigh of relief Chan takes a seat beside you and starts to stroke your back gently

“Hey are you thirsty by any chance?”

“Thirsty? Sure the cake was always best with some milk, if you don’t mind”

“What about some strawberry milk?” He asks raising an eyebrow, the sorta thing he only does when he’s teasing you.

“Chan babe what are you getting at” just then Chan stands up and opens the curtains.

Your in complete shock almost laughing but you pull yourself together, biting your lip to contain it.

Bright pink boxers, accompanied with little strawberries all over.

“Suddenly I feel parched and really need a drink” you say looking up at him with your puppy eyes from where you sat at the edge of the bed.

Chan caresses your cheek, letting his hand trail to your hair to push little strands out of your face.

“Is this a good birthday present for my baby girl?”

“What the underwear” you tease

“Perhaps what accompanies the underwear would be much more fun for my baby to play with”

He towers over top of you basically squishing you into the bed, planting a small kiss on your lips.

“Just let me” kiss

“make you” kiss

“Feel good” kiss

His hands trail under your shirt, fondling your breasts and pinching your nipples.

Giggling at his eagerness you gladly kiss him back, massaging behind his ear where you know he likes it.

“Well come on then babe don’t make me wait, can I have my present?” You say wrapping your legs around his bare waist, slightly grinding into him in hopes it’d start him up.

“Say please”

Chan's room is the best healing EVEEERRR

I’m literally broken right now… I don’t know what to say. I was so afraid for this to happen.

TW: Mentions of mental health, insomnia and depression

It hits me way harder than I thought.

I was at a really really dark place when I found Stray Kids. Channies Room helped me through very hard times filled with depression and insomnia. It helped me to see the things not that hopeless and pointless anymore at that time. When it all got too much, I managed to draw my energy back from it.

Every weekend I waited and watched his stream, it was a distraction that helped me to heal myself without even knowing. Anytime I feel overwhelmed or I fall back into old patterns, I watch old episodes of Channies Room and immediately feel better. And I know that I’m not the only one. I know that there are a lot of Stays out there who experienced the same thing…

Yes maybe it’s just nonsense. A few minutes of the day, listening to him talk, chat and sing, an idol who doesn’t even knows you exist but it was a safe haven for everyone.

I’m so incredibly grateful to Chan for all these streams. For the little gleam of light he showed me to always pull me out of the dark hole again when i've fallen too deep again.

Thinking about it… That it will not come back… Yea it’s a lot if you associate it with so much you have gone through…

If you want to talk just slide into my DMs <3

Hope you doing better than me. Stay healthy, drink enough water and take care of yourself!

Much love

~Sky