Having A Voice Kink Is Kinda Embarrassing Like.. Why Am I Wet When He Says Literally Anything

Having a voice kink is kinda embarrassing like.. why am i wet when he says literally anything

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-Untittled-

Pairing: bestfriend!Minho x bestfriend!Freader (ft bestfriend!Jisung)

Genre: Fluff, Rom

Warning/notes: established relationships, slightly cursing, mention of possessive and jealousy, touchy Minho, kisses.

"why she's not picking up?!" Minho cursed under his breath. For the past few hours since evening, Minho try to reach out to you. Little that he didn't know, you broke his promise. You promise him that you won't go out on a "cute date" so-called from Minho's aspects, with the douchebag that Minho hates so much.

You've been on a lot of dates before but when Minho keeps calling your phone, it made you think that why is he being too desperate about not going out with this guy. Of course he did the same thing before too, but not this much of desperation. You reject his calls and even put your phone on silent, ignoring his calls completely.

Here's another thing why, Minho is your best friend since high school. He was cold to everyone but not to you. Your circle is really small but Minho still stick around you other than Jisung, your another best friend who's his best friend too. Secondly, you didn't even know the slightest clue from him that he is in love with you. Oh not forget the fact he is living in the same apartment with you now. Everything what he do to you, you only think that he's just being nice and friendly even though he teased you a lot. Do you guys argue? Yes, as long as you're with him, he will never stop teasing you. Yet both of you just love that relationship.

Minho is always in love with you. He just don't know why he didn't confess yet. Minho is really good at pretending. Only two things he can't hide from you, his possessiveness to you and when he is hurt inside.

Countless of missed calls and massage from Minho, it lowkey annoyed with him. Thanks to how discreet you were at hiding your phone so that your date don't realise Minho have been calling your phone countlessly.

-19:30, on your way home-

*Knock knock*

Minho stand up faster than he ever did, running to the door. Right before you could knock the door again, the door open widely and as if the door almost fly away. You saw Minho look at you, angry and hurt. You know the reasons so you just get into your apartment without saying anything to Minho who is eyeing you right now.

"y/n" Minho close and lock the door, grabbing your wrist tightly.

You turn to him and stare at him, you don't know if you have to feel annoyed, angry or guilty but now you're guilty because you broke his promise.

"I told you not to go on that da-"

"Why not?" You cut him off, bluntly. You sound like you're tired of him telling you not to go this and that dates.

"Because.." he walk closer to you, still holding your wrist but it soften a bit after hearing your voice.

"Why you call me? Why not? Why are you being like this, Minho?" You ask him, sighing.

He keep being silent, staring down at you.

"You hate him?" You asked again.

He nods.

"why?" You hold his hand properly.

He keep quiet, looking at your hand holding his.

You sigh heavily and let go of his hand. You head to the kitchen and search for cold drinking water in the fridge.

He walks to the kitchen counter, quiet and staring at you.

"Minho, i asked you questions. Stop staring and answer. You make me feel worried," you drink your drink.

"i dont like it, i hate that guy and i just hate you go on dates," he confessed shortly.

Before you could ask again, he start to talk again.

"Are you dumb, Y/n? Don't you see? don't you take the hints? Like at all?" He walks to you. His aura turns possessive and you can see he is hurt, but you don't know why would he be hurt when he's fine with other dates.

"i let you go sometimes because i know the person is a loser. Why i didn't let you go? Because I'm scared if you go on that date, i'll lose you," he said.

"i told you, you won't. We're sticking together, minho," you said a bit louder.

"That's the problem, Y/L/N," he said louder than you.

"that's the fucking problem. We stayed as friends, your last relationship was a disaster, i fucking told you and give a hint i wanted you. I want you, i want to be your boyfriend. Not bestfriend. The fucking problem is thay you never look at me the way i look at you. Y/n, you dumb? I.Am.In.Love.With.You!" He confessed.

Shoot, i fucked up. Minho said in his heart.

"I thought-" you speak up after a few seconds of silence between both of you.

"I thought you're being nice," you look down.

He immediately take your hand with both of his hands, bend down a bit and look dtraight into your eyes. His eyes, changed. It's soft, full of love and you still can feel that he's hurt. He's hurt that you didn't take the hints at all, all because of your 'friendly assumptions'.

"Does this.. look like just being nice to you? Hm, y/n?" He lift his right eyebrow as he said those words that made you somehow flustered.

"Didn't Jisung told you that my eyes are only on you whenever you're around? Didn't Jisung told you that Minho isn't just a friend of yours, y/n?" He asked once again.

After getting into university, Jisung always told you things like that. Sometimes you don't know if Jisung being sarcastic or being serious about it. You swear to yourself, again, Minho's being friendly.

"He did," your breath hitched as he tug your hair behind your ears.

He stand straight, looking down at you.

"you're not convinced?" He asked.

You look down, the tension between you two made you feel hot. You sweat a bit. You can't even answer him back, the evidence of him being in love with you is too obvious now.

He pull you by your waist and kiss your lips passionately. It's not the first kiss from him but the first kiss on your lips from him. You were shocked as he kissed your lips. He breaks the kiss slowly, sighing as you didn't respond to the kiss. He loosen his arms at your waist, looking down and stepping backward.

"I'm s-sorry. I must be out of my mind-"

You pulled his collar and kiss him. Now he's the one who's shocked but it didn't take a lot of time for him to realise about the situation. You both deepen the kisses, Minho smiles against the kisses.

"I'm sorry. You're right, I'm dumb," you mumble against his lips. Your hands around his neck, his arms around your waist.

"Good, now you know," he smiled as he look into your eyes.

"Since when?" You asked about his feelings.

"Remember when you help me escape the school?"

"Wait- what? The day when-"

"When miss y/l/n decide to skip classes and accidentally met her new classmate skip school too? Yes. I found that cute. I know we would have something in common." He laughed as he cage you between his body and his arms.

"I knew you have a thing about bad girls tho!" You joked.

"oh i do~ as long it's y/n," he laughed.

You both hugs each other, you feel warm and safe around him and you always feel that way whenever he's around.

"So are we...?" Minho broke the silence.

"are we what?" It's your turn to tease him.

His ears turns red, "you know..."

Your carees his ears and his jawlines, eye teasing him. "No, I don't know. Are we, what, Lee Min Ho-ssi?" You said formally.

"ugh! Y/n!"

"You know you can say it now, you're the one who wants to be my boyfriend!" You laughed at his burning red blushing face. He pouts a bit.

"fine! Are we couples now? Confirmation in 3, 2-"

"yes we are," you kiss his lips.

"well actually, you were and are mine. So you're mine. After all, some guys were scared to take you on dates because of me." Minho joked.

You both laugh but you both can't deny it's actually true.

-the next day, last period class, walking at the hall-

"See! I told you!" Jisung said

You tell Jisung about yesterday. Jisung was all giddy about it, he's too excited about your relationship.

"Tsk!" You scoffed at him.

"Babe?" You felt someone hand sneaks around your waist, it's Minho. Minho look so much brighter today.

"ohhhhhh!" Jisung tease both of you.

You realised some random guys look at you and Minho. You recognised them and they look defeated as they saw Minho's arm around your waist.

After few talks with Jisung, you all wave goodbye and Minho and you walk together, he's hand still around your waist.

You whispered to him "Looks like you're winning," you giggled.

"hm? Me? About what? You? I thought you're always mine?" minho said with a straight face.

"okay there, Mr Lee," you scoffs.

He kissed your temple and whispers, "I'm always winning. If it's you, i'll never give up. Never. " He smooch your temple again.

You smile to yourself sheepishly.

"Aren't you proud of me?" He asked.

You turn to him and pat his head, even though you're shorter. You saw his ears turning red.

"Proud of you, honey," the pet name made him giggles shyly.

"Why thank you, my baby" and he made you feel shy like he is right now.

Minho finally confessed and you both are totally in love with each other. You did question yourself that if you actually did fall for him yet denying it, but it doesn't matter anymore because Minho is finally yours. Minho won't like it if you said you're finally his, you were always his.

- ©HWONSSTUFF ™

[unfiltered]

AM I IN LOVE?

Pairing: FemProducer!yn X Bangchan

Genre: Romantic, 18+, Friendship to lovers.

Warning: Cringe, mention of JYP (for the JYP antis), too much delulu.

You have work with JYP for quiet a long time after your intership finish. Thanks to your academic, JYP was so interested working with you who is know as "The Ace of the Faculty". You always did well in producing muaic and designing sounds. In conclusion, you literally work with sounds and music.

You were assigned to be the sound engineer for 3RACHA. On another hand, Stray Kids themselves always call you "uri PD dongsaeng" which they said "our little PD". Yes, you're younger than them and 1 year apart with I.N. overall, your relationship with them is so close that at one point if you hang out 1 to 1 with the members, they thought you're in relationship with them especially Bang Chan. Both of you are always together and being busy together here and there in the company. Literally everyone knows both of you are like inseparable. JYP heard rumours but he didn't bother about it because he knows the relationship between the two of you.

Bangchan, the leader of the group and is the social butterfly. He's the extrovert version of you while you're the ambivert version of him with sprinkles of trust issues. He knows you so well that he have to convince you to work with other groups especially if it's the group you barely know, toxic part of your personality as a producer. He realised you've been working with a lot of new groups instead of experienced groups, that's the best thing.

[y/n pov]

"oh another contract? ... Hm..." You read the contract to work with other company for 3 months.

"Do you want that, y/n?" JYP asked, "I've heard rumours about their trainees. Too much ruckus.. but ..." You state, still reading the contract carefully. "Maybe i could do this, since it's producing album for them, discipline can come right after i step in the studio with them. I'll take it" you said to JYP. "Okay, so next month I'm sending you there. Don't forget your home is still here, I don't want to lose an ace," he laughs.

[Bang chan pov]

I was waiting for y/n at the studio. Y/n never arrive late than what we planned. I tried calling her phone but it's a missed call everytime i call her. Maybe she's busy and she silent her phone. I get up to JYP's office to talk some stuff.

As i swing the office door open "Ah! Hi Channie! Ops, i saw your calls but you hanged up early. I'm sorry, i was lost in these!" Y/n with some papers, i think those are contracts again. Happens everytime we finished our comeback promotions. "Oh Bang Chan. What's up? You need something?" JYP ask, "Hello PD nim, hello y/n.. i actually forgot what i was gonna discuss with you PD nim.. after i saw her.." I point at y/n in disbelief. Dare to ditch me for this old man when i was the one who needs y/n first. Well, I can't help it. Y/n is full of respect and kindness toward the elders, not to me because i said to treat me as a friend. I never knew she will do crazy things, but it turn out well that's the good thing. Both of them laugh at me when i point at y/n in disbelief, so i went sitting beside y/n after JYP asked me to sit. "Don't mind me, i'll do my stuffs here. Both of you can exit whenever you want." JYP said. "OK!" Y/n happily answer him, oh my gosh she's so cute! Uhm.. get yourself together Bang Chan.

"Channie" y/n suddenly whisper, "yeah?" I whisper back. "Why your ears are red?" She giggle after she whispered. Ah! No! "Ah.. hehe.. nothing, just thoughts" i said. "can we go to the studio now? I have something to tell you"

[y/n pov]

Bang chan is burning red! So cute! I wonder why and what makes him blushed like that. "Yeah sure!" I said to him. "PD nim, we're going to the studio. Thank you for the contract!" I said. "Yeah! Careful on your way there, Chan ah.. make sure you both eat while working!" JYP advised as we were heading out. We both bowed and exit.

I hugged Chan's arm, while going to the studio. The office floor is quite empty since today is weekend, not everyone went to work. Channie is a bit quiet too today. "Channie, Mr. bang, Chris, Bang Chan.." i teasingly call his names. He giggles, omg my heart forgot to pump for a while. "Yes, dear?" Omg, dear?! So cute, i could scream. "You're a bit quiet today, aren't you?" I asked. We're in the elevator to go down. "hm, i think so. It felt warn when you're with me," he dimpled smile at me, looking down his arm where i hug him. I admit I'm quite clingy and comfortable around this social butterfly, the feeling was quite different when it comes to Channie. I nodded after he responded to my question.

[Bang Chan pov]

My heart throbs so fast that i was concentrate to not simp over this little kid here. It's not I'm nervous but somehow my heart was excited when ahe hug my arm. We head into the studio and like always, y/n would throw herself on the sofa first. "Huahhh! Been hectic morning!" I see the wall watch, it's just 12 noon. I can see she's been up the whole night and have to go to office early in the morning today. "Y/n, did you slept.. no.. how many nights you didn't slept?" I ask seriously, i noticed her eyes are quite drowsy. "Huh?.. uh..." She hesitated. I knew it. "Y/n, be honest.. you promised to sleep well" i asked. "Fine.. 3 nights.. i was remastering TWICE's album. I mean, i finished it. I was-"

" Y/n.. now, caffeine. How many coffee you drank past 3 nights" i cut her explaination. She had period circulation problems since she was a teenager, due to overweight. Now it's due to stress and caffeine consume. "I'm sure it's about 2 cups every night,"

"that's would be 4 cups every day.. y/n take care of you health.. your literally driving me crazy,"

[y/n pov]

It's been always like this, get nagged by him. "channie.. yeah I'm sorry but I can't help it. It's my habit eversince when i started my study," i mumble in guiltiness. Yet, this man sigh and keep nagging while opening his recording files. So i get up and kissing his cheek. I had sudden urge to shut him up. "Stop nagging, channie" i said to him. He look shocked and his face was blushing red and his ears.. burning red! I smiled innocently at him.

"Y/n, stop attacking me like that.. I'm not strong enough to handle those." He warned me.

I laughed at his reaction. "Why.. do you like me?"

"no! Uhh.. no.. " he immediately deny it. Well, i see he's panicking now. He probably is..

[Bang Chan pov]

She kissed... Me.. am i in love? Wait... I'm blushing! No! It's too obvious! I denied it.. and it's too obvious! Ahhh! Nooo!~

To be continued...

A/N: I don't know how many episodes i'll do but i'll try my best to create it in details. hope you like it!

kisses, lmh

‣ synopsis: time passes by, his kisses evolve and so does your relationship with him.

‣ genre:  college au, fluff, angst (if you squint)

‣ warning(s):  swearing, guy tryna force reader to like him (more like they fight actually), reader gets in a fight but i didn’t really described it lmao. shshshs im sorryyyy

‣ word count: 8k+

‣ note: this is unproofread!! please, i said to myself i was not going to post another minho fic for a whole ass month or so but i was feeling it and this is the only thing i could write for. also, this is like the softest fic i’ve ever written. also, if you’re confused with reader’s course,, that’s fine bcs me too but somewhere in the music field lmao i honestly wrote this in a very unorganized way, sigh

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𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

☆ Genre: Domestic, very suggestive, fluff

☆ Warnings: Hickeys and overly sweet fluff?

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 2.1k

“It's not that bad!”

“Not that bad? Christopher Bahng, it's literally the size of a golf ball.” 

“ … I like golf.” 

Exasperated with her husband, Y/N turned away from their bedroom mirror and faced the man with her hands on her bare hips. She leaned to the side pointedly as she stared at the blushing man on the bed. The epitome of feigned innocence rolled off of his person in the form of wide, puppy eyes, and his contagious smile lingered on his lips in a way that made Y/N's knees buckle. 

She bit her lip, unable to stop her own smile from spreading across her equally flushed face. 

“It's only been an hour,” Y/N whined, her fingers fluttering by the nape of her neck. “It's gonna look dreadful in the morning.” 

“Dreadful?” Chan's mouth dropped open dramatically as he placed his arms behind his head. “I don't know … I think it looks sexy, no?”

The man smiled further, his eyes travelling from the burst of colour to his wife's heated eyes. “You look beautiful, baby girl.” 

Y/N covered her steaming face with her hands and turned away again towards the mirror. She peered at herself through the gaps of her fingers; even with her arms acting like shields in front of her body, she was still able to see the large crimson splotch on her skin. It almost looked like a shedding rose; its outer petals kissed the base of her throat and the dip of her collarbone. Smaller petals dotted the line of her shoulders and the sides of her chest in explosions of pink, red, and purple.

It was late in the evening; not yet midnight, but late enough. Chan and Y/N had spent the day practically glued to each other's side as they indulged in what felt like a twenty-four hour, non-stop date. Y/N was unsure if there had been a moment where they hadn't been touching in some way … Chan's arms had been strong around her torso as they made breakfast together, their shoulders pressed up against each other as they ate together, their legs locking as they watched TV together … and then their bodies entwining as they landed atop their bed together in a heated flurry of movement.

Y/N slowly flitted her gaze from the markings that circled her neck like an elaborate necklace. She blinked softly as she focused on what reflected behind her. Chan was leaning back on his hands, his head cocked to the side and his eyes hooded as he watched his wife with an affectionate smile.

He looked ethereal in the dim bedroom lighting. His fair skin had taken on the deep tones of luxurious amber under the warping shadows, each curve of his muscular build like a stretch of golden silk against the bedsheets. Smudges of Y/N's lipstick lingered against the angles of his jaw and the defined map of his abdomen in scarlet kisses, and as Chan smirked at her in the mirror, his eyes glimmered with the warmth and richness of dark chocolate. They sparkled playfully, Chan's gaze slow and provocative as it trailed down Y/N's body, the man chewing on his swollen bottom lip. 

The way he looked sprawled over the messy sheets, combined with the way he was looking at her made Y/N swallow thickly, her breath hitching. 

“What?” Chan hummed under his breath. 

Y/N looked down, her cheeks ablaze. “You're … just … “

“Just what … ?”

Y/N didn't trust what would happen if she was to say what was at the forefront of her mind. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling instead. “Infuriating.” 

She was still looking down at her clasped hands as a wave of shyness washed over her; she didn't notice when Chan slipped off of their bed, his tread light when he came to stand behind her. Her eyes widened abruptly when his fingertips danced along her sides, his palms smoothing over her skin and his strong arms following until they were looped around her in an engulfing hug. 

He was completely pressed up against her as he enveloped her into him. Y/N could feel every inch of his skin melting into hers, heat kindling between them both like a fine line of prickling electricity. 

“Infuriating?” Chan's voice was husky as his lips brushed against Y/N's bruised neck. He grinned in a teasing manner as he lightly grazed his teeth against the large mark. 

Y/N's chest rose and fell rapidly as she watched what he was doing in the mirror. She lightly slapped his forearm. “Don't do that! You're gonna make it worse.” 

Chan laughed silently. His pectoral muscles were hard against Y/N's shoulder blades with the movement, and he kissed her neck, his fingers trailing up her body until they landed at the darkening hickey he had left behind earlier. 

“You can always cover it up,” Chan hummed, circling the mark with his fingernail. “Though I don't understand why you'd want to. It looks beautiful.” 

Y/N leaned back into him, legs weak. “To you, maybe. To the random people we bump into on the street? I don't think so.” 

Chuckling, Chan moved so he was standing in front of her. He replaced his arms around her waist as he lowered his head, his lips soft and warm as they met the curves of Y/N's chest. “What about here?” 

Voice wavering, Y/N looked down at him. “What do you mean, what about here?” 

“You know what I mean,” Chan said, his voice reverberating through his wife's skin. “Think you need a few more marks, hmm? You know … so the other ones don’t feel … lonely.”  

Y/N looked away. She felt as though her heart would leap out of her chest at any moment if he kept this up.  

“Do what you want,” she murmured, causing Chan to grin. She placed a finger in line with the soft hollows of her collarbones. “Just not above here.” 

Chan stood up again. His hands swept up Y/N's neck before he cupped her face. Y/N looked up at him with dilated eyes, and she was grateful for the security of his touch holding her up when he leaned down to connect his lips with hers. 

“Deal,” Chan whispered, hands travelling down to the small of her back again. “Ready for round two?” 

His question suddenly made Y/N burst into a fit of hushed giggles against her husband's mouth. “That was the cringiest thing you could have possibly said right now. Who asks that?” 

Chan grinned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Obviously someone who cares about your well-being.” 

“Really? You care about my well-being after giving me all of these?” Y/N gestured wildly to her top half. “You nearly ate me alive.” 

“Oh yeah? But from the sounds you were making, I think you enjoyed it.” 

The couple erupted into slightly giddy laughter, their burning noses bumping against one another's in the process. Chan's hands were hot as they smoothed over Y/N's back, pulling her closer to him, and overcome with a sudden rush of affection, Y/N locked her arms around the man's neck. She giggled against his lips when Chan's grip travelled to her thighs; she was swiftly lifted up into the security of his strong arms, and  the sheets were warm on her skin when Chan set her down.

Y/N smiled up at Chan with figurative hearts exploding in amongst the centre of her pupils. 

Chan lowered his head a little, as if he was going in for a kiss. But he stopped for a moment. The softest of smiles spread across his face as his gaze absorbed every one of Y/N's details. His heart leapt against the walls of his chest as he did so, and he was almost in a trance of overflowing devotion as he very delicately traced the backs of his fingers down the side of his wife's face.

“What … ?” YN breathed, her chest rising and falling against his. 

Chan's smile grew further. “Just … thinking about how much I love you.” 

Y/N's eyes widened. They had been together for almost a decade, and even though she had heard those three words leaving his mouth more and more as their time spent together increased, Y/N couldn't help but feel stunned all the same. Something about the way Chan was looking at her, and the glow to his skin and the raw honesty of his tone was making her head spin. Chan wasn't one to say things unless he completely meant it … Y/N knew that more than anyone. 

Her cheeks stung from the intensity of her blush, and she covered her face again with her hands, her legs kicking around the sheets. 

“Hey, no … “ Chan laughed under his breath, his fingers travelling to circle around Y/N's wrists. “We've talked about this, baby. No covering your face when I'm looking at you.” 

“But you're making me blush,” Y/N whined through her fingers. “I already look like … a lobster.” 

Chan chuckled, gently removing his wife's hands. He lay them down by the side of her head and very slowly entwined his fingers with hers. 

“The prettiest … ” Chan mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Most beautiful … “ he kissed her nose, “Sexiest lobster I've ever seen.” 

His smile landed on her lips, and Y/N immediately squeezed his fingers. With her hands under Chan's grip, she couldn't do anything but let the man kiss her with his slow, maddening pace … her lips were buzzing as Chan cushioned them with his own, the softness of his tongue tracing the outline of her mouth and leaving behind the intoxicating cloud of his taste.

“Christopher … “ Y/N whispered against his lips. “I … “ 

He didn't let her finish. His kiss deepened and the woman's back arched up until the curve of her body was completely pressed into his. 

“What were you gonna say?” Chan teased her when he pulled away, his thumbs caressing her palms. 

Y/N swallowed, trying to regain her breath. She suddenly burst into a fit of quiet laughter a moment later, and she looked up into her husband's eyes as he laid his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” she giggled, her words hot on his mouth. “I love you so fucking much.” 

Her words made Chan's entire face light up. His lips were suddenly on hers again, his thighs squeezing around her hips in an embrace of their own. 

*☆*☆* 

Chan couldn't stop laughing. His arms folded across his broad chest as he leaned against the doorframe, Chan watched in growing amusement as Y/N applied her third layer of colour corrector over the plum sized bruise stretching across her neck for the fourth time. 

“Are you having fun?” Y/N attempted a dry tone despite the smile that betrayed her. “Is this really funny to you?” 

“Yeah,” Chan chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Yeah, it is.” 

Y/N attempted to cover her blanket of green with a full coverage concealer. She dabbed around the perimeters carefully, blending the edges softly into her skin so as not to disturb the product over the area she was trying to conceal. 

Alas, regardless of her layers of heavy duty coverage, the richness of the burgundy splotch still managed to peek through. Y/N sighed and dropped her powder down onto her vanity with a pointed look at her husband. 

“You did this on purpose, didn't you?” Y/N wrinkled her nose at him as he continued to smirk. “You just want an excuse to stay indoors.”

“I didn't!” Chan protested with pink cheeks. “I didn't mean to do it that high up. Just … got carried away.” 

Snorting at her husband's words, Y/N craned her neck to the side, observing the situation. It was still obvious even when she squinted, and having no intention to wear a high neck garment in the forty degree Australian heat, Y/N gave up. She pushed away from her vanity table and instead made her way to Chan who immediately caught her in his arms, pulling her into him by the waist. 

“Looks like you win,” Y/N smiled up at him as she looped her arms around his neck, lovingly tugging at the soft curls kissing the nape of his neck. “Again. Movie date it is. Because there's no way I'm going out with this visible monster.” 

The passion in her words made Chan burst into laughter. He dipped his head and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “You can pick all the movies. And I'll make you your favourite pasta.” 

Y/N's eyes lit up at that. She squished his cheeks in her hands. “Promise?” 

“I promise,” Chan grinned. He hugged her a little closer, his heartbeat mingling with hers. “As long as I get to be with you, I'm happy with anything.” 

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