Dated and Related || Bang Chan

◇Day 9◇

A/N: not sorry for this drama hehehe

also i totally dont have any sort of big major fat as bang chan's ass crush on Rowoon, you're seeing things (read: i totally do, that man is FOINE)

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Seeing Chan first thing in the morning is the biggest blessing on the planet. He's cute and mushy with puffy eyes, round cheeks, and pouty lips, looking so soft. It's adorable. 

While she's up, Y/n reaches over to the nightstand, grabs their mics, and turns them on, adjusting them between their bodies. Then she cuddles back up to Chan and snoozes. When he shifts, she opens her eyes and watches while he slowly wakes, reflexively tightening his grip on her waist. Y/n smiles and lifts her hands, cupping his face. Chan hums and leans into her palm, peaking an eye open. 

"Morning," she whispers, brushing her fingertips down the slope of his nose. 

"Morning, Baby," Chan rumbles back, his voice deep and groggy as he pulls her flush against his front. 

Y/n bites back a yelp from the sudden shift closer but melts into him, wiggling down to hide her face into his neck. She hums, inhaling his body wash, and tangles their legs together. Chan tucks her further into him with his chin and closes his eyes. 

"What time is it?" He slurs, his voice vibrating against her face. 

Y/n shrugs her left shoulder. "Your guess is as good as mine." 

Chan opens his eyes and glances around before he finds the digital clock on the wall. "Seven fifty-three." 

She groans, hugging him tighter. "We've got like forty-five minutes till we need to be up." 

"Gross," he mumbles, nuzzling her temple. 

She snorts and adjusts her head on his shoulder. He tightens his grip again, and they fall asleep again. 

Soon enough, the lights in the room flick on, and the group is forced to wake up. 

Y/n grumbles something unintelligible into Chan's skin, and the man chuckles, pulling away. "Come on." He rubs her lower back. "Let's sit up." 

She huffs but does as she's told. 

The other contestants slowly follow their lead, talking softly amongst each other while they gather their mics and pull themselves together for filming. 

Yeosang watches everyone quietly, but his eyes linger on Changbin and Felix cuddling in their bed. They look comfortable with Felix resting on Changbin's chest, the elder's arm wrapped lazily around his waist. 

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Yeosang sighs, looking into the camera. "Honestly... I think it would've been nice to wake up beside San..." He pouts. "Or Yunho." 

He groans, scratching his birthmarked cheek. "God, I really need to talk to Yunho today." 

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"So," Mingi speaks up. "Did anyone shack up last night?" 

Chan snorts beside her, and Y/n snickers, eyeing the others. 

Minho scoffs, resting his arm on the headboard. "I would like to say yes, but unfortunately, someone doesn't know how to be quiet." 

"Yah!" Jisung slaps his shoulder, blushing.