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connected

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

warnings: smut🔞!!!!!!, best friend’s brother!chan, reader & hannah are besties, friends to lovers, virgin!reader, kissing, little bit of dry humping, thigh humping, spit, oral (f), fingering (f), unprotected piv sex, mirror sex, possessive dirty talk (just sexy, nothing too crazy)

notes: thank you to this anon for getting me started on bfb!chan. the sole knowledge i have on the layout of chan’s house is from this vid so! title obviously from connected by the one and only bang chan. that song is sooo bfb!chan coded. also sorry if this is paced kinda fast u guys know i’m incapable of writing anything too long. anyways pls enjoy ᕦᶘ ᵒ㉨ᵒᶅᕤ

you thought you had it under control. this crush you’ve been harboring for nearly a fucking decade, give or take. you figured it would be easier to move on from chan since you’re unable to actually see him due to the fact that he’s all the way in south korea. however, you still manage to see him everywhere. he’s a bigshot superstar after all.

whatever measly ounce of control you thought you had just so happens to slip through your fingers the second he walks through the door of his family home back in australia. he’d been out with his friends all day while you were over keeping hannah company.

you hear his slides shuffling on the linoleum of the hallway, the soft thunk of him kicking them to the side, and immediately straighten your back. hannah sees you and rolls her eyes playfully.

“not this again… you might as well fix your hair too. you want some lip gloss?” she whispers, eyes shooting to where chan is meandering into the kitchen.

you stick your tongue out and roll your eyes back at her. you do fix your hair though.

“woah, hey! if i knew you were coming over i would have come back sooner! come here, gimme a hug. it’s been so long!” chan says as he walks into the room, beckoning you with his hands and smiling.

you get up from the couch with an exaggerated groan and step over your rumpled blanket on the floor, walking into chan’s waiting arms. it’s just a hug. you’re totally fine and normal about feeling his strong arms around you, your own arms wrapped around that deliciously broad back, his solid chest pressed against yours…

“‘s good to see you! you doin’ good?” chan asks, rubbing his hand down your back before letting you go and motioning back to the couch. you sit back down in your spot and pick the blanket back up, settling in beside hannah once again while chan makes himself comfortable on the L of the couch.

“yeah i- i’m good! are you? how’s it feel to finally be home for a bit?” you look over to see him biting back a smile, and before he answers he yanks the blanket from hannah’s lap and wraps himself in it, giggling and yelling when she reaches over and kicks him in the side.

“yeah i’m good too, haha. all good. just busy! busy and well, you know. but i’m good! ‘s great to be back home.” you don’t know, but you put the pieces together and figure he means he’s stressed and tired too. you hope this small little break will do him well.

you kept up with each other a little bit. nothing too crazy; you weren’t that close, despite how much you might have wanted to be. it was mainly those typical happy birthday, merry christmas, congrats on that award texts, but at least you can say you’re lucky enough to have that. not everyone can say they have bang chan’s number in their phone.

you chance a look over at chan again and see him already looking back at you. he smiles and crosses his arms behind his head to recline on them. “so, what’re we watching?”

“we?!” hannah says, sitting up now and motioning between the two of you. “we are watching ‘the vampire diaries,’ i dunno about you.”

“whaddya mean you dunno about me? i love that show.” oh really? that’s… news. “yeah, haha, i love vampires.”

you look down at your lap and laugh, and hannah mumbles something about chan being so full of shit it’s embarrassing.

he doesn’t stay for too long though, much to your chagrin. not long after he settled on the couch was he jogging up to his room and returning in a nice polo shirt and jeans, heading to felix’s house to eat dinner with him and his family.

as soon as chan’s out the door again, hannah pauses your episode and levels you with a look.

“whaaat? why are you looking at me like that?”

you know exactly why she’s looking at you like that.

you wake up in the middle of the night, and hannah’s room is dark. your mouth is dry, the type of dry where you just can’t go back to sleep; you have to get up and get a drink or it’ll drive you crazy.

you do just that, slowly crawling out from under the covers to not wake hannah and pad down the stairs to the kitchen. the open floor plan of the house allows you to see straight into the living room, and you’re greeted with the sight of chan on the couch again, this time working on his laptop. you’re suddenly wide awake, but you don’t know if it’s from the ice cold water you just chugged or the sight of chan, cozy and at home.

you want to talk to him though, alone, and you hope that maybe he’d like to talk to you too.

you make your way to the chair on the other side of the couch and gingerly sit down. you don’t want to scare him since he has his headphones on. he startles a little bit anyways though when he looks up and sees you. you offer him a little wave, and he quickly takes his headphones off and puts his laptop to the side.

“hey, what’re you doin’ up? can’t sleep?” chan asks, stretching his arms until his elbows pop.

“that’s funny of you to say. i just wanted some water. no rest for the wicked, huh?” you reply and point down at his laptop. he just laughs.

“yeah, well, you know. just… comes with the job, heh. gosh, you’re shivering. you cold? c’mere, i’ll make room.” there’s plenty of room. the couch is huge, but you’re sure as shit not going to say no to cuddling up under a blanket with chan. you leave your spot in the chair and join him on the L of the couch. chan lifts his blanket up so that you can slide under it with him.

you have to bite your lip to keep from smiling when he throws his arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him.

“it’s really been so long since we’ve seen each other, yeah? what’ve you been up to?”

that opens the floodgates then, and the two of you talk for hours. you talk for so long that berry decides to join your cuddle pile, and chan holds a finger to his mouth so that you can listen to her snore.

“god, she’s just like you!” you say quietly, laughing and plonking your head down onto his shoulder.

“hey! i don’t- i don’t do that anymore! she probably got it from hannah, not me!”

that makes you both laugh, and you see chan’s eyes slide down to the upturn of your lips. you both quiet down again after you catch him looking, and he knows he’s been caught.

“it’s been- it’s been really, really good to see you today, yaknow? hannah talks about you a lot, but it’s not the same as seeing you in person. i missed you, heh. you look- you look great. you’re so- you’re beautiful.” that gets your heart pounding. your knees are pulled up to your chest, and when you turn your body towards him they rest on his thigh.

“oh. you think so? you really think that?” you ask. he’s never said that about you before, and why would he? you’re just his little sister’s best friend.

“i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it. you know me. i’m not- i’m being serious. you’re so beautiful. i see so many people, yaknow, and none of them… compare to you.”

you’ve never been looked at like this. not the way he’s looking at you. his eyes are kind, genuine. chan’s a lot of things but not a liar. he’s telling you the truth.

“chan i- chris. chris. what the hell is going on?!” you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. he laughs with you, nervous.

“i just! i didn’t want to wait any longer? i had to tell you. before i left, yeah? and then i saw you earlier and just had to tell you, but i don’t want to make you uncomfortable! or- or something. in case i’m ever here when you come over to see hannah and like, don’t want me to be around… or something, yeah.”

“chris,” you’ve taken hold of his black t-shirt, death gripped tightly in your hand. you could cry, you think. you don’t want to cry right now though, you can save that for your room when you get home. “chris, i’ve been- what the fuck. i’ve wanted you to see me that way for years. you- you used to call me squirt! you would come up behind me and pull my hair. i thought you just saw me as your like, honorary little sibling.”

he snorts at that, shaking his head and throwing it back so he’s looking at the ceiling.

“i mean! you were, but it’s not like that anymore, yeah? it hasn’t been for a- for a while. and you- you said? do you- is this-?” he gestures between the two of you. “i can’t even fuckin’ talk, wow! can i- um. can i kiss you? is that okay? it’s fine if not, haha. i mean, we can just keep talking! i love talking to you-” you decide to spare him, cutting him off in the middle of his ramble by pressing your lips to his. finally.

fourteen year old you would be jumping up and down on your old bed.

chan reacts swiftly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek while you kiss. it’s a sweet kiss, one you’ve been hoping and dreaming of for years… your first kiss with chan. this one stays soft, just a gentle press of your lips together. when you pull away, your breath trembles. chan’s dimples show, and he nuzzles his nose against yours.

he pecks your nose and goes to kiss your lips again. this kiss doesn’t stay sweet for long though, you reckon you’ve waited long enough for him. you knew he had perfect lips, but kissing them is something else.

chan seems to be thinking the same thing. he parts his lips and tilts his head, and you’re kissing. your thigh is still pressed to his, and when his tongue flicks against yours it flexes. chan’s hand travels from your cheek to your thigh, squeezing once and humming in appreciation.

the tips of his fingers sneak under the hem of your shorts to stay, and you nibble on chan’s lower lip. he hums low in his throat when you do, sending a jolt of heat to your core. just a little bit of kissing and touching and you’re well on your way to ruining your sleep shorts. how embarrassing.

you’re happy to stay like this for the rest of the night, making out on the couch. chan’s lips are plump and perfect, and he clearly knows what he’s doing. your hand wraps around his bicep, and you’re about to throw your leg over his lap to straddle him until you feel something brush against your leg.

you and chan pull apart at the same time, and he licks his lips and looks down when you do. you’re met with the sight of berry, still sitting sweetly between the two of you and wagging her tail. it almost looks like she’s smiling.

you look at chan with your jaw slack, and you’re quick to slap a hand over your mouth to stifle an unhinged cackle.

“oh my gosh. oh my gosh, no! her innocent little eyes, i can’t believe we just- we just-!” chan picks berry up and cradles her to his chest. “i have to- i’ll be right back.”

he gets up from the couch and you see him scurry through the hall and up the stairs. he looks a little ridiculous, berry cradled to his chest and her little head bobbing as chan goes to quietly put her in hannah’s room.

you fiddle with your fingers while you wait for him to come back. he’s not gone long. you hear him quietly but quickly trekking down the stairs, and he skips the last four steps, hopping to the ground. kangaroo leader makes a lot of sense when you think about it.

“now, um. ha! where were we?” he puts his arms on either side of your head on the back of the couch and leans down to kiss you again. when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down he laughs, propping his knee on the couch. you’re straining your neck to reach him, but he ducks down so he’s not towering over you.

“mmm, chris,” you mumble against his lips. what’s up? “chris. take me to your room? please?”

your lips part with a wet smack, and chan looks into your eyes. his thumbs caress your cheeks, and you fight the urge to whimper. you never knew he would touch you so gently.

“you- you want to sleep with me? like, really? like actually?” he asks, and you nod.

“yes chan, i want to actually sleep with you,” you snort. he laughs, bumping his forehead to yours. he takes a step back and offers you his hands to help you up from the couch.

the trek to his room is quiet. the only sound is your feet padding up the stairs and the soft click of his door opening then closing behind you. as he stands in front of you he makes an awkward jazz hands motion towards the bed, and it’s just another instance where you have to hide your giggles behind your hand.

“sorry! gah- i’m stupid, sorry! i just- you’re sure?” chan says, scratching at the back of his neck and plopping down onto the edge of the bed. you sit down beside him and take his hand in yours.

“okay, listen. are you listening to me?” yeah, course. “okay. okay, well, um. i’ll just.. i’ll just say it. so you- be quiet and just listen.” he nods. “i’m so sure, chan. i’m like- surer than sure, okay. i’ve wanted you for years, like, ever since i can even remember, so.”

“for years, huh?” he asks, lips quirking.

“okaaay, i didn’t tell you that for you to be a shithead, christopher.”

“christopher! ouch, geez! okay, i get it. well, um. i’m yours then, yeah? if you want me, i’m yours.” chan takes hold of your hand again and turns to look at you, leaning in to kiss you once more.

now or never, you decide. you shake your hand free of his hold and use it to crawl back on his bed a little. chan follows easily, and he lets out a heavy breath when you lay yourself fully down so that he can get on top of you. you wrap your legs around his waist and he hums, squeezing your thigh and rolling his body against yours.

his body is hot over yours. when you touch his cheeks you can feel the heat radiating off of them, and you can’t help but wonder if his chest would be flushed like that too. you tug on the hem of his shirt, might as well find out, and chan lifts himself up on his knees so that he can pull his shirt over his head. you were right; he’s flushed pink down his chest and glistening with sweat.

chan leans down once again to cage you against the mattress, and you shudder when his clothed cock ruts against you through your sleep shorts. chan rucks up your shirt and pets at your side, gentle.

“can i take this off?” he whispers, fiddling with the hem of your top. he sits up again to wait for your instructions.

“you can- you can take it off, um. chris? i just. i’ve never? i waited. for you. i’ve just never wanted anyone else the way i want you, is that- is that okay?” you’re about to pull your shirt back down until chris lets out a low curse.

“you waited for me? for me? oh baby, i don’t- i don’t deserve you, but i want to. will you let me make you feel good?” his fingers grip the hem of your shirt again, and he looks into your eyes as he slowly pulls it up. your breath hitches when the fabric slides above your nipples, and you arch your back and lift your head so chan can throw your top on the floor.

he hasn’t looked down yet, still gazing into your eyes and waiting for your permission. you arch your chest towards him, and that’s all it takes. his hands come up to cup your breasts and he sucks in a breath, eyes roaming. your nipples are hard due to the chill of his room.

“so no one’s- um. no one’s ever touched you here?” he presses your tits together and bites his lip.

“nope,” you squeak. chan blows lightly on one of your nipples and your whole body jolts. “no, um, ah! just- just me.”

he hums at that and leans closer finally, pressing a kiss to the underside of both of your breasts. he kisses up the valley, and just when you’re about to tug on his curls and beg him, his lips wrap around one of your nipples. his mouth is so warm, tongue so silky smooth against your skin, and this time you do yank his hair.

“oh my-! chan, chris, oh fuck,” you whine. chan moans in response, flicking his tongue expertly against your hard little bud. he moves to the other one quick enough, sending shocks down your back all the way to your toes. his thigh slots between yours, and you can’t help but to start grinding on it while he sucks at your chest.

you’re close. you’ve never gotten so close so fast, but this is chan. if anyone can make you cum embarrassingly quick you figured he could. he’s the man of your dreams after all.

“chris, oh, that feels so good. i’m close, ‘m so fucking close. please don’t stop.” you’re humping his thigh like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do, and he’s still latched onto one of your nipples, deft fingers plucking at the opposite one. you finally snap when his teeth catch on your now swollen nipple, your hips buck frantically until your body locks, cumming hard against his thick thigh.

he grinds the muscle against your spasming cunt and you cry out; chan quickly brings his hand to cover your mouth.

“shhh, shh baby. that’s it, that’s so good. you’re so good f’me. sound so pretty an’ feel so fucking good against me,” chan mumbles around your nipple, pulling back with a wet pop!

“sorry, holy shit. oh my god,” you whisper, embarrassed by how loud you just got. he’s not even inside you yet and you already want to wake the neighbors. chan just shakes his head and smiles, leaning up for a kiss again.

“don’t say sorry, please, that was so fucking hot!” he laughs. his thigh is still pressed close to your cunt, and you shiver when he pulls it away. the weight doesn’t stay gone for long. chan lays beside you, body curled around your side, and walks his fingers down your thigh. he doesn’t even ask, but you spread your legs for him anyway. he kisses your neck, breathing a sultry good, baby against the flushed skin.

“so, no one’s touched you here either, love?” he asks. chan closes his eyes and breathes in heavily when his fingers reach your sleep shorts. no panties. the gusset is soaked with your wetness, and he rubs gently over where he imagines your clit to be. your hips rise to meet his hand, looking at him with furrowed brows and a slack jaw. you shake your head no, other than you, he’s the only person to have ever touched your cunt.

you let out a quiet whimper when his finger circles your clit through your shorts, and your mouth drops open even more when chan’s hand finally slides under them to touch you bare. you do him one better, shoving your shorts down your legs and kicking them to the foot of the bed. now completely naked, you throw your leg over his to spread yourself further for him.

“oh, baby. this wet little cunt… oh, fuck. ‘s so fucking wet f’me, isn’t it?”

“yeah, yeah. chris, ‘m wet for you. ‘m f-fucking soaked.” it’s true, you are. sometimes it takes you a bit to work yourself up enough to get wet, but chan’s done it in no time. “you- ah, you make me so wet, chris.”

a groan rumbles from deep in his chest, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. “yeah, makin’ this little cunt drip for me. can i- inside?” chan asks, dipping his fingers down to rub over your hole. you’re already clenching in anticipation. of course you tell him yes, and he slowly slides a finger inside.

his fingers are thick, bony, and knobby. his hands are on the smaller side, sure, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling full already.

“feel you clenching on me, baby, ‘s it hungry?” yes. your pussy’s so fucking hungry for him. you tell him so. “‘m’nna give you another.”

he’s knuckle deep in you now, two fingers stuffed inside. he uses the heel of his palm to press hard against your clit, giving you something to grind down on while he fucks you with his fingers.

“tha’s good, baby doll.” oh, fuck. “gettin’ you ready for me.”

god, are you ready. you bite down on one of the edge of the blanket at the sound of his fingers fucking in and out of you slowly. you’re sure if he were to go any faster the sloppy, wet noises your cunt’s making would wake up everyone in the house.

you must have closed your eyes because the next thing you know, chan’s pulled away from you and is eye level with your soaked pussy. he raises his brows in question, and you nod frantically.

the two fingers he has inside you slowly slide out. you’re about to complain until he uses them, pruny wet, to rub quick circles on your clit. you back bows and suddenly they’re inside you again, replaced on your clit with the flat of his tongue. you whine loudly, and he squeezes your thigh. your own hand slaps down over your mouth to try and keep yourself quiet. he kisses your clit in response.

the kiss was chaste and soft, but the way he uses his tongue to circle it is not. it’s got your legs writhing and trying to close around his head. his fingers leave the depth of your cunt once again, and they gently pinch around your clit so that he can suck the swollen little thing into his mouth, fucking his tongue against it all the while.

his lips are perfect for this. shamefully, you always thought they would be. late nights in your bedroom with your vibrator always consisted of thinking about chris’ cotton candy pink lips, plush and soft. this is better than you ever imagined though. he’s desperate with it, lips smack smack smacking at your cunt like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. not to mention that godsent nose that works your clit while he tongue fucks your hole sloppy.

you grab behind one of your knees to lift it to your chest and use the other to spread the lips of your cunt so he has more room to play. he raises up slightly, tongue twisting around and pursing his lips so that he can spit right onto your pussy. he’s quick to clean his mess back up, sucking and licking you just right. just how you didn’t know you’d like.

“y’re gonna make me cum again, chris, oh my fucking god. please don’t stop, please don’t- keepgoingkeepgoing, oh my god!” he keeps his pace steady even when you let go of your leg to grip his hair and hold him down. his gentle, almond eyes look up at you and he moans as you do. you’re barely lucid enough to notice him grinding his cock down on the bed. “fuck me. fuck me, chris please, i can’t- i don’t wanna wait any longer.”

“i won’t make you wait any more, love. gonna fuck you now, yeah? gonna make this pussy mine, gonna make you mine.”

“‘s been yours. ‘s always gonna be yours, i’m yours, chris.” he nods down at you, sweat dripping onto your chest. chan shoves his boxers down his thighs and crawls over you. he uses his feet to kick his boxers all the way off, both of you finally bare for each other.

chan takes your hands and pulls them up above your head, entangling your fingers with his on the pillow.

“y’ready for me?” he asks, leaning his weight to one side and pulling one hand from yours so that he can guide himself to your waiting hole.

“yes, yes, please chris? please? ‘m ready for you, please, i want it so bad,” you beg, but chan kisses you to quiet you down.

“you don’t have to beg, baby, ‘m not gonna make you beg. i’ll give you whatever you want, yeah?” he nods down at you, and you nod back. “baby c’mere, kiss me.”

you lean your chin up to kiss him, and he uses that time to press the tip of his cock inside of you. your breath catches in your throat, and he whispers against your lips. “just let me in, yeah? let me in. ‘m gonna make you feel good. thank you for letting me have you like this. i’ll make it worth it, yeah? just trust me, that’s all you have to do.” you nod again, breath choking on an inhale. he’s sliding in slowly, stuffing you full of him, fuller than you’ve ever been before. your fingers and toys could never compare to the feeling of chan’s thick cock inside of you.

you squeeze his fingers. “are you- chris, ‘s it almost in?”

chan huffs a laugh and hangs his head. “i’m all the way in, baby, oh my gosh, how big do you think i am? okay, don’t- don’t answer that.”

you squint one of your eyes open and try to look down, but the view you’re craving to see is covered by chan’s muscular body. chan must know what you want, he’s good at that, so he leans up carefully until he’s sitting on his knees. you prop yourself on your elbows and finally look down to see chan’s hips pressed fully to the backs of your thighs. one of your hand slides down from the pillow to rub at your clit for just a moment, reaching your fingers down further in a V so they can feel a little sliver of the base of chan’s cock that spears you open.

“oh my god, ‘s inside me. am i- am i dreaming? this isn’t real.” you reach your hand up to cup his cheek, and he leans into your touch. he gives a tentative thrust to gauge your reaction and kisses the palm of your hand tenderly.

“baby, it’s real. you’re not dreaming. i’m here. you’re here with me, yeah? maybe i’m the one dreaming…”

he presses another kiss to your palm and guides your hands back over your head. chan lowers himself down again so that you can wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him whenever you please. your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him thrust into you. you can feel the muscles of his ass working as well. it’s a shame you can’t see that.

until you remember you can.

the giant wall-to-wall mirrored closet doors call to you, so you turn your head to look in their direction. you bite down on his bicep to stifle your moan at the sight before you. your body is blanketed by chan’s, and through the mirror you can finally see how his ass looks as he thrusts his cock into you, his thick thighs, his arms. one of your hands wiggles free from chan’s grasp, and you reach down to squeeze his ass. you can see how the skin gives where your fingers claw at his skin, and you breathe out an airy moan.

“chris. chris, channie. look, look.” he can tell you’re faced away from him, so he follows your voice and looks up and suddenly you’re locking eyes in the mirror.

“oh my gosh, oh fuck, baby,” chan whimpers. whimpers. you’ve never heard him make that noise before, and you want to hear it again.

“d’you see? see how good you’re fucking me, chris? see how i belong to you? ‘cause i fucking do. fuckfuckfuck, please! that’s so hot, i can’t- can’t.” you can see how wild you look in the mirror, eyes wide and mouth dropped, fucking yourself down onto chan’s cock while he fills you to the brim.

chan plants both hands on either side of your head and his thrusts pick up. he takes one last look in the mirror and then focuses on you. “look at me, baby, look at me. eyes on me, yeah? look me in the eyes when i make you cum.”

you nod and clasp both hands around chan’s wrists.

“yes. yes, make me- make me cum. please, i wanna cum on your cock. can you- ah! c’n you touch my clit?”

he does, licking the tips of his fingers and quickly bringing them between you to stroke your clit. it’s swollen, and your cunt is so, so wet. his fingers slip and slide against you, but you’re not worried as you fuck your hips against them. you’re so close you can taste it, movements desperate and sloppy.

“look at me, look at me. remember what i said. cum for me, cum on my dick, baby. let me make you cum.”

it doesn’t take long after that; you reckon you’re wrapped around his finger since your body found no issue with chan telling it what to do. your mouth falls open in a silent scream, and your eyes flutter as you try to keep them from rolling. you can barely hear chan over the roaring in your ears. that’s it, that’s it. you’re so good, cumming for me. gonna make me cum too, yeah. i lov-

he pulls out of you and jerks himself messily over your stomach. he’s beautiful always, but especially with his skin flushed and red, curls matted to his forehead with sweat. and that’s your doing. you’re going to have spankbank material for the rest of your life courtesy of the low groan he emits when he cums. he continues to touch himself to completely ride out his high, and he shivers as the tip of his cock taps your stomach.

he uses the rest of his energy to flop down beside you, reaching to his nightstand to grab a couple of tissues and wipe the mess from your stomach.

“so, um. how was- was that okay?” he tentatively asks. as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out. you tell him that, and he just laughs. “you’re not sore, are you?”

“i mean, i’ll probably be feeling it tomorrow, but. nothing you can’t help soothe…” you wiggle your eyebrows, and his dimples appear. you poke one with your finger.

“listen, i- this wasn’t one and done for me, yeah? it’ll be hard, yaknow, with everything, but we’ll make it work. i’ll make it work. if that’s- if that’s something you’ll want,” chan says, rolling onto his side so that he can cup your cheek and brush his thumb against your lips. you pucker your lips to kiss it.

“i want this, chris. i’ve always wanted you, i always will want you. you think you can get rid of me that easily, huh? bold of you to assume i won’t be coming to seoul in your suitcase. i could bend if you just help me out a little.”

chan kisses you awake early in the morning.

“g’morning, baby. ‘s early, ‘s time to go back to hannah’s room,” chan whispers against your temple. you agreed on this last night. you’d stay the night in his bed with him and he’d wake you up early so you could sneak back into hannah’s room. you wonder if he even slept a wink, or if his insomnia kept him up all night.

“mmm, don’t wanna,” you grunt, burrowing into his chest and stretching your legs until they pop.

“don’t want you to either. wanna keep you here w’me. just wanna hold you a little longer.” chan kisses your head and squeezes you closer to him. “it’s just for a little while, okay? we’ll talk to them later.”

you begrudgingly pull yourself from chan’s arms and struggle to find the clothes you threw off last night. chan uses his phone flashlight to help. you shrug them on, and leave chan with a slow parting kiss to his lips.

the floor is cold, and you quickly but quietly tiptoe back to hannah’s room so you can crawl under the covers to escape the chill. you slowly turn her doorknob, open it just enough to slide inside, and then turn the knob again so that it won’t click when you close it. you’re about to turn around to head to the bed when her lamp clicks on, and you startle.

you gasp and whirl around to face hannah, only to see her propped up against the pillows and on her phone.

“and where did you come from?” she asks, brows raised. you hit her with a very intelligent uhhhh, but she spares you. “actually, don’t tell me. please don’t tell me, but if you think you’re getting into my bed, you're funny. go take a shower, like, right now!”