You're All I Want [Bang Chan + FemReader]

Part Six

He slid into the passenger seat of my car, adjusting the bill of his hat a little lower on his forehead.

"You updated your guard that we're going out?" I asked from the driver's seat as I buckled my seatbelt.

He nodded. "Yeah. I gave him your cell number in case he has questions for you. I hope that's okay."

"That's fine. Let's go!" I pumped my fist in the air and we pulled out of the drive.

A short time later, Chris' eyes were wide with excitement, trying to take in all the bright lights and colors and sounds of the massive arcade we'd entered. A child-like squeal came out of him as he bounced in place. He squeezed my hand he was holding.

"This is amazing!" The wonder and energy he exuded was contagious and made me just as anxious to start playing.

We spent what felt like hours in the place, competing against each other and with other people–who thankfully had no clue who he was–and once we'd worked up a hunger, we ordered food and drinks from the snack bar before moving over to the bowling alley on the other side of the arcade. I hadn't heard him laugh that much in a long time, and it electrified my heart to know that I was able to provide this safe place of stress release for him. We finished the night off with bumper cars, and finally a round of miniature golf.

"I've got one more thing in mind," I said as we left the parking lot of the arcade.

He reached for my hand and held it rested on his leg. "Oh?"

"Yep!" I grinned. We sang along to the radio until I pulled into the destination: a local ice cream parlor right across the street from a well-lit park with a walking track around a pond with several fountains.

He hopped out of the car quickly and ran over to my door, opening it for me before I could myself. I laughed, thanked him, and confessed that chivalry isn't dead, garnering a laugh from him as well. We walked into the ice cream shop and were greeted by the older owners. Chris had the time of his life getting samples of at least half of the homemade and custom flavors, and the owners were smitten with his manners and how personable he was. He asked them multiple questions about their business and then about themselves. Before I knew it, we were being given a second scoop each for free.

When we were walking out the door, I turned to him and playfully hit him on the arm. "I can't take you anywhere!" He mockingly recoiled as if I'd beat him and whimpered like a baby. I then threaded my arm through his and hugged it. "But, I'm so glad you're here." I shoved a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth and grinned.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek as he let me lead him across the street toward the park. "Thank you for everything today. I never get to live like this except when I go home to Australia. Even then, I have to document at least part of the trip for the job. It's been so refreshing to just be." He paused speaking to eat some of his ice cream.

I looked over at him and watched his profile. It was relaxed and at ease. Exactly what I had told him I wanted earlier today: for him to be happy and at peace. I could feel the tears drip down my cheeks before I even realized they'd filled my eyes.

"I'm glad." I sniffled and smiled softly.

He noticed and bent to steal a quick kiss from my lips. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm thankful and I don't want to take you or the time we have for granted. Sharing you with millions of people isn't easy, but it pales in comparison to how elated I am for you to get to do what you love as your career, and that people respect you and seek you out for it. You're amazing and I'm so grateful to have you in my life. And I'm even more grateful that you chose me out of everyone to trust your heart with." I took a deep breath. Several more hot, fat tears cascaded down my face.

He stopped as we entered the park and faced me. His cool fingertips dried the tear tracks from my cheeks. He took a moment to let his gaze roam over my face and rest on my emotion-filled eyes. His expression mirrored my own. Taking my chin with his thumb and forefinger, he lifted my face toward him to press a sweetly laced kiss to my lips. When he drew back, he whispered between us, "I don't just trust you with my heart. I trust you with my life. I'm here because I love you and there's nowhere else I want to be right now than beside you. My career affords me an exciting life, but when the hype fades and the glamor of it all is stripped away, you're still there, tethering me to reality." He kissed me tenderly again then smiled brightly. "Now, eat your ice cream before it melts and becomes a mess."

My heart could have exploded right then and there. How did I deserve such a beautiful and deeply caring man? I would never understand how I got so lucky. Or so blessed.

I obeyed and started walking alongside him around the park, enjoying our ice cream and sharing more stories with each other. We talked about everything that came to mind, and Chris nearly fell in the water at one point when he was laughing so hard that he stumbled and I caught him at the last minute.

It had to have been our fourth lap around the walking track when I stifled a yawn. Chris squeezed my hand. "Let's go home."

Home. My home. He called my home, home. "Yes. Let's go home."