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"I want to be with you. Always."

Paring: Drunk!Bang Chan x G/N Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: "can I request Chan being so drunk that he confesses to you, he probably wouldn’t say it anytime soon that he likes you… at least not sober!! Overall just some cute fluff containing drunk confessions! Also could u pls leave me as anonymous? Thank you!!"

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A/n: Requests are open!!!

In the twilight hours of the night, the dim streetlights cast long, eerie shadows across the quiet neighborhood. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of autumn leaves and fireplaces. It was then, under the veil of darkness, that Chan stumbled down Y/n's driveway, his footsteps unsteady and his heart racing. He had just downed what felt like an entire bottle of soju at Stray Kid's dorm, and now he was paying the price.

His hands trembled as he raised his fist and knocked on the front door, the sound echoing through the house. After what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open, revealing a sleepy-eyed Y/n in their fluffy pajamas. Their eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Chan, and they stumbled backward, tripping over the threshold.

Chan blinked, taking in the disheveled hair and mussed-up clothes of the person they loved. "Y/n…" They slurred, struggling to stand upright. "I… I need to tell you something." Their words were thick and slurred, but the emotion behind them was unmistakable.

Y/n frowned, their confusion giving way to a growing sense of dread. "Chan… are you okay? You're really drunk…" They offered him a gentle, but unsteady hand, trying to help him remain standing.

Chan grasped Y/n's hand, squeezing it tightly. "No… I mean… not that. I… I need to tell you how I feel." He paused, swallowing thickly. "I like you, Y/n. A lot." The words were out, hanging in the air between them like a heavy weight.

Y/n's eyes widened, and for a moment, they looked like they might tear up. Then, a small, shy smile spread across their lips. "I… I like you too, Chan." They stepped forward, wrapping their arms around him and pulling him into a gentle embrace. "I've liked you for a while now. I just… I never thought you'd notice."

Chan let out a shaky breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as he returned the hug. It was true. He had always thought that Y/n was amazing, but he never dared to dream that they could feel the same way about him. It was like a weight had been lifted off his chest, and for once, everything felt right.

"Chan?" Y/n's voice was soft, hesitant. "You don't have to be drunk to say that, you know."

Chan laughed, a little unsteadily. "I guess not. But it feels kinda… easier, you know? Like I don't have to worry about what people might think or say." He leaned into Y/n, his cheek resting against their shoulder. "And I don't want to wait for the next time I'm drunk to tell you how I feel. I want to say it now, sober and everything."

Y/n smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Chan's head. "I like that. And… I'm glad you feel that way. I don't want you to wait either." They took a deep breath, gathering their courage. "Chan, I love you. I really, really do."

Chan's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected Y/n to say those words so soon, and yet, hearing them made his chest feel tight and warm all at once. "I love you too, Y/n. So, so much." He pulled back just enough to look into Y/n's eyes, their gazes locking.

"I want to be with you. Always."

do you take writing requests? if so would you write something with a FTM reader who hasn't had any surgeries?

Paring: Bangchan x FTM reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Hey! I'm sorry for the delay, but I just wanted to ensure that this trans reader fic was the best it could be. Also, my requests are open!

Chris had been dating Y/n for a couple of months now. They were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, and things were going surprisingly well. Chris, who was completely oblivious to Y/n's trans identity, thought he had found the man of his dreams. Little did he know that he was about to have the most unforgettable night of his life.

As the hours passed, they ate dinner and watched TV, growing increasingly comfortable in each other's company. Eventually, Chris, who was exhausted from a long day himself, decided that it would be best if Y/n stayed over, knowing that it would be late by the time Y/n got home.

Y/n was hesitant to spend the night at Chris's house. He didn't want Chris to find out about his trans status, as he was afraid of being judged or rejected. But after a long day of work, and with Chris's insistence, he finally agreed to stay over.

They continued to watch TV, cuddling on the couch. It wasn't long before Chris began to feel tired himself, and he suggested that Y/n might be more comfortable sleeping in his room. Y/n, who was already feeling quite comfortable and safe with Chris, agreed.

As they headed to the bedroom, Chris couldn't help but notice how big some of his clothes were. He offered Y/n one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of boxers, which were both easily large enough to fit Y/n's slender frame. They climbed into bed, and after a few moments of fidgeting, Chris fell asleep almost instantly.

Y/n, however, found it difficult to relax. He had been used to sleeping in his own bed, and the unfamiliar surroundings made him feel self-conscious. He shifted uncomfortably in the bed, trying to find a position that would allow him to sleep peacefully. As he lay there, he debated whether or not to take off the clothes Chris had given him and put his own binder back on.

Eventually, he decided that it was best to put it off until later. He didn't want to risk waking Chris up. Instead, he tried to focus on the warmth of Chris's body pressed against his back and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Slowly, Y/n began to drift off to sleep.

It was during one of these moments of semi-consciousness that Y/n felt something brush against his chest. He froze, unsure of what was happening. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Chris's hands resting on his chest, cupping his breasts. Y/n was horrified and tried to push Chris away, but his strength was sapped by sleep. He covered his chest with his arms, trying to hide his feminine features from Chris.

Chris looked confused and apologetic. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. He pulled his hands away, and Y/n could feel the heat in his cheeks as he tried to compose himself.

"It's okay," Y/n said, trying to sound more convincing than he felt. "It's just… a bit weird, that's all." He forced a small smile, hoping to reassure Chris that everything was okay.

Chris looked at Y/n for a moment, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. "Chris," Y/n said hesitantly, "I need to tell you something. Something important."

Y/n felt a chill run down his spine. He knew what was coming. He braced himself for the worst, but he couldn't bring himself to look Chris in the eye.

"I'm trans," Y/n said softly, barely able to admit it even now. "I was born a girl, but I've always identified as a man. I'm sorry if I didn't make that clear before." He waited for Chris's reaction, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

There was a long silence. Y/n's eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, afraid to meet Chris's gaze. He could feel the weight of Chris's judgment pressing down on him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Chris spoke.

"I… I don't understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Y/n winced. "I was scared," he admitted. "I didn't want you to think any differently of me. I was just trying to be myself, you know? And I thought… maybe if I could just blend in, be invisible, then you wouldn't notice. But I was wrong."

Chris was silent for a moment, as if he were trying to process the information. Y/n could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the tension in the air palpable. "You don't have to explain yourself," Chris finally said. "I mean… I might not understand everything, but I'm not going to judge you."

Y/n felt a mixture of relief and trepidation at Chris's words. He knew that Chris was trying to be understanding, but he couldn't help but feel like he'd be disappointed or disgusted. "I'm sorry if I misled you," he said, his voice still shaky. "I just wanted to be your boyfriend, and I didn't want to ruin that."

Chris shifted in the bed, pulling Y/n closer. "You could never ruin that," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. "I care about you, Y/n, and that's not going to change. I may not know everything about what it means to be trans, but I'm willing to learn. And if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you."

Y/n felt a lump form in his throat. It was everything he could've hoped for. Chris's understanding and acceptance meant more to him than he could ever express. He let out a shaky breath, taking in Chris's words and the warmth of his embrace. "Thank you," he managed to whisper. "Thank you so much."

They lay there in silence for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms. Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He knew that there would still be challenges ahead, but he wasn't alone. He had Chris by his side.

As the morning light began to filter through the curtains, Y/n found the courage to turn his head and look at Chris. His eyes were still closed, but there was a softness to his features that Y/n hadn't noticed before. He studied Chris's face, taking in the familiar lines and contours that had always drawn him in. It was then that Y/n realized how much he truly loved Chris.

"I love you, Chris," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he waited for Chris to respond. After a moment, Chris opened his eyes and looked at Y/n, a smile spreading across his face.

"I love you too, Y/n," he replied, his voice gentle and sincere. "You have no idea how much." And with that, they kissed. It was a tender, loving kiss that felt like the beginning of something new. Something beautiful.

Hi!! Can i ask for a male reader x bang chan where the two meet of them meet again at a high school reunion and rekindle their relationship?

We Meet Again

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Paring: Bang Chan x Male reader

Genre: Fluff (Short)

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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M/n nervously adjusted his tie as he entered the crowded hall where the high school reunion was taking place. Scanning the room, he caught a familiar face in the crowd. It was Bang Chan, his old friend from school. They had lost touch after graduation, but M/n had always secretly harbored feelings for Chan.

"Chris!" M/n called out, making his way through the crowd. Chris turned around, a surprised look on his face before breaking into a wide smile.

"M/n! I can't believe it's you," Chris exclaimed, pulling M/n into a tight hug. The two friends quickly fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about their high school days and catching up on each other's lives.

As the night went on, M/n and Chris found themselves gravitating towards each other, their laughter and inside jokes flowing effortlessly. It was as if no time had passed at all.

"You know, I've always regretted losing touch with you," Chris confessed, his eyes locking with M/n's. "I've missed having you around."

M/n felt a warmth spread through his chest at Chris' words. "Me too," he replied, a genuine smile on his face. "But I'm glad we found each other tonight."

As the night went on, the two of them continued to talk and laugh, growing closer with each passing moment. There was an easy chemistry between them that neither could deny. Finally, as the reunion began to wind down, Chris leaned in toward M/n, his voice barely above a whisper.

"M/n, I've always felt a special connection with you."

M/n's heart skipped a beat as he listened to Chris' words. He couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions, both happy and nervous. He glanced up at Chris, whose eyes seemed to hold a depth of sincerity that he'd never seen before. Without thinking, he reached out and took Chris' hand in his, squeezing it gently.

"I like you too, Chris. Maybe we can make up for lost time."

Their hands stayed entwined as they continued to talk, the rest of the reunion fading into the background. As the night grew late, they decided to exchange numbers, promising to keep in touch this time. They exchanged lingering glances and shy smiles as they parted ways, each feeling a newfound hope and excitement about the future.