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𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, angst

☆ Warnings: Lightly suggestive

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 1.9k

Y/N really should have been paying attention to the intricate storyline of the TV show she had settled down to watch with her husband; Chan had already rewinded the episode three times, and she knew that number would soon increase. It was the sort of show that required her utmost attention, lest she miss another crucial bit of information. But regardless, Y/N couldn't help it when her mind began wandering for the umpteenth time as she traced her fingertips over Chan's.

Chan's hair tickled the side of Y/N's neck as he adjusted his temple against his wife's shoulder. The soft weight of his head was oddly reassuring to Y/N, as was the pitter patter of raindrops on the window. The couple hadn't bothered to draw the curtains of their bedroom yet, instead choosing to reside amongst the violet light of night-time, and the downpour outside cascaded elongated shadows across their bedsheets. They licked the side of Chan's face and painted him with comical shapes, and Y/N smiled as she secretly peered down at him.

She traced the edge of his wedding ring with the tip of her fingernail. The metal was cold against her skin, a stark contrast between the fierce heat of his fingers. Y/N smiled softly at the familiarity of the man's hands against her own. She felt as though she loved his hands twice as much as he hated them; something about the way his fingers were slender but wider at the knuckles was incredibly endearing to her, as was the rough yet soft texture of his skin. He didn't wear his wedding ring often due to the shape of his fingers; he found it uncomfortable. And Y/N didn't mind either. They had both always agreed their love and respect for each other was worth more than a piece of metal, as beautiful as the rings were. But on the occasions when Chan did wear it - particularly when they were in public - Y/N knew he wore it purely to make her happy. It was almost like his silent way of telling people on the outside that he was hers; he belonged to her, and it would always remain that way.

Her cheeks pink, Y/N laid her own head atop Chan's. The man gently nuzzled his hair against her cheek in acknowledgement, his hand slipping out of her playful fingers and instead slowly entwining with hers.

Y/N smiled. Their fingers always fit perfectly together.

"Do you ever think about like … " Y/N began, her quiet words trailing off as she started to think again. "How … we're … married?"

Chan's shoulders shook against hers. "What?"

Grinning, Y/N prompted further. "Like … we chose to spend our whole entire lives together. Isn't that weird?"

His laughter silent, Chan lifted his head. "Is it?"

Y/N shrugged. "Don't you think so? I mean … we were complete strangers at one point. We were completely random people. You could have … been … I don't know, a serial killer, or something. Can you imagine?"

Chuckling at his wife, Chan widened his eyes in mockery. "You're so right, baby … I mean, you could have been a really bad kisser."

Y/N sighed at him.

"Or, you could have been really bad at cuddling … what a disappointment that would have been."

"Chris."

Sitting up properly, Chan stretched his arms above his head as he resumed his chuckling; they looked like bird wings, and he groaned loudly before dropping his limbs into his lap again.

"Can someone be bad at cuddling?" Y/N asked then, suddenly curious.

"I don't know. Maybe? I think some people are really awkward," Chan yawned as he rested his head back against his wife's shoulder. His hands returned into the grip of Y/N's, and this time, it was he who started playing with her fingers. "I don't know what I'd have done if you were bad at cuddling."

He broke into a fit of quiet giggles as Y/N shook her head at him. She lapsed into a mild silence before the man started to speak again, his voice slightly wistful.

"I do. Think about it," Chan said softly. "Sometimes."

"You do?" Y/N asked. She slipped one of her hands into his hair and gently rifled her fingers through the frizzy curls.

The man sank further into her as he hummed a response. "Well, yeah. I mean … there was a time in my life where I didn't even think I'd fall in love, you know? The fact that I found you and I'm married to you is … kinda crazy, no?"

Y/N slid her gaze towards him. His eyes were hooded and fixed on the TV, but his gaze was distant, almost as though he was rifling through memories.

"I guess I just thought that I'd never find true peace with anyone," Chan whispered. "But I found peace in you."

At that, Y/N smiled. She turned her head to the side and pressed a kiss to her husband's hair.

"You didn't think you'd fall in love?" Y/N murmured in question as she smoothed the curls away from Chan's forehead. He shrugged, and Y/N saw reminiscence sparkle in his eyes like a distant star.

"People are weird," Chan said, and Y/N started to laugh at the simplicity of his answer.

"I'm weird," Y/N said.

"Yeah. You are. But you're a good weird … some people are … a bad type of weird," Chan explained. He shuddered suddenly, his face contorting in distaste. "Some people want … the wrong things."

Y/N wrinkled her nose. She knew what he meant all too well.

"I don't think our meeting was that random, though," Chan said slowly. He trailed his finger down the back of Y/N's hand, lost in thought. "I think us meeting the way we did … was … I don't know. Destiny? Like … it was written in the stars or something."

Y/N smiled at that. "Written in the stars?"

"Yeah," Chan nodded. He laughed then, his nose flushing and giving him the appearance of being stuck out in the cold. Y/N squeezed his hand, snuggling herself into him. "I think we were definitely written to meet when we did, and to fall in love, and get married, and to sit here like this … like way before we were born."

Y/N was quiet. And then, "That's deep, bro."

Bursting into peels of laughter, Chan removed his hands. He instead turned to face his wife and he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her into him.

"You started it … bro," Chan chuckled as he planted a kiss upon her cheek. "Don't call me bro. It's baby, to you."

He was grinning so much that his eyes had almost completely disappeared; Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. It was at times like this when Y/N thought her husband couldn't be more beautiful. Chan's beauty bloomed in the core of his heart and soul; it was the type of beauty that wasn't visible as much on the outside, but through his actions, through his words, through the tenderness of his touch, it was more than evident. Y/N couldn't help but feel as though It was the type of beauty that grew slowly on a person, like a planted seed. The roots grew first, unnoticed. The tip of the stem that broke through unassuming soil evoked joy, and as leaves grew, accompanied by flowers, and fruits, the plant's loveliness also grew.

There was so much beauty inside of Chan that it seeped through his skin and spilled out of his pores, like unique flowers. And to Y/N, Chan was the most lovely man she had ever laid eyes on. His loveliness was held in the small imperfections of his bare skin that peppered his jaw like stardust, the freckles that kissed his cheeks like constellations. His smile glowed warmer than the sun, and the happier he was, the smaller his eyes got; Y/N knew it was something he hated about himself. But it was something she loved about him so much that she didn't know what to do with herself.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Chan whispered.

Y/N bit her lower lip. She was faintly aware that she had zoned out again, admiring her husband while he had continued to speak. She had no idea what he had been saying, and she inwardly held herself back from launching herself on top of him like a dead weight as a sudden wave of affection for him threw her off guard.

"If we really were written in the stars … " Y/N's voice wavered as she steepled her fingers against the side of Chan's jaw. "Then remind me to one day thank the one who wrote it."

Chan's eyes widened slowly, marginally. As they did so, his mouth parted; he was at a loss of words - such a short comment had completely robbed him of his breath, and his gaze immediately locked with Y/N's as they lapsed into silence.

It was broken when Chan used his hand to pull his wife towards him; closing the distance between them, Chan sealed his lips over Y/N's in a slow kiss, his breath shuddering against hers.

"There's no, way," Chan gasped in between kisses. "That. We're random. No. Fucking. Way."

Y/N tightened her grip on the man's bare shoulders. Her heart was hammering in her ribcage the way it always did when he kissed her; she felt as though she was floating amongst clouds, yet running a marathon, all whilst being wrapped up in the warmest, softest blanket known to man. It was a feeling that she would never tire of, and as she kissed her husband back who was continuing to whisper his adamancy on them being predestined, Y/N felt perhaps their souls really were connected.

A long while later, Chan covered his face with his fingers. His shyness had begun to creep up inside of him in the form of redness over his neck and chest; Chan had started to laugh all over again, the sudden intensity in the air dissipating as he dropped his head against Y/N's shoulder.

Suddenly clocking the unfamiliar scene on the TV, Chan sat up quickly.

"Hey!" He let out an exclamation of disbelief and humour. "I have to rewind again."

Giggling, Y/N pulled the quilt towards herself..she felt as though her skin was burning, yet she still craved the comfort of the sheets against her skin. "This time it was your fault."

Chan was indignant. "Uh, no? I don't think so?"

"You're the one who kissed me."

"Well, you're the one who started contemplating our marriage," Chan quipped, his lips twitching in amusement. He reached for the remote from his bedside table. "This is the last time I'm rewinding. Only because I have no idea what's happening either."

Y/N grinned. She leaned into her husband and curled her hands around his arm, looking up at him through her lashes.

Chan spluttered. He jabbed at the remote buttons, though he couldn't keep the contagious grin from spreading across his face.

"Pay attention now," Chan huffed as he slid his arm around Y/N. His hand was soft at her side, and the bedsheets rustled as he tangled his legs with hers. "Only you could turn an hour-long episode into a three hour one. The next time I have to rewind, we're doing something else."

Y/N raised her eyebrows. "Oh yeah? What?"

Chan smirked. His firm kiss to her lips was enough of an answer, and Y/N giggled as she squeezed her arms around his torso.

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