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

Part Seven

Chris connected his phone to my car's bluetooth once we got back in. "Did I tell you that I made a playlist for us?" He waited until I shook my head as a no. "So, all the songs we've sent each other over the past year and a half, plus some more I added because they remind me of you, I put into a playlist." He pressed shuffle, and a familiar tune filled the car.

The smile that spread across my face was involuntary. Seeing and hearing him sing along to songs that I'd suggested to him filled my chest with so much joy that I could burst right there in the driver's seat. Once again, I could feel my eyes welling up with tears.

Damn it! Why am I such a cry baby today?

When "Beautiful" by Crush came on, that was it. I lost that last bit of strength I had that was keeping the tears at bay. They slid silently down my cheeks as Chris' voice passionately reached every corner and hidden space of both my vehicle and my soul. It permeated every atom of my being. I barely made it into my parking space at home and put the car in park before resting my head on my hands atop the steering wheel and staring at him, tears pouring from my eyes.

"Baby..." His concerned tone pierced through the music, which he quickly faded and turned off. He reached for the dash and pressed the Engine Start/Stop button to turn the car off too. "Talk to me." He reached up and brushed the tears off my cheeks with his fingertips.

"You make me so happy." I smiled tentatively. "I don't deserve you."

"I can easily say the same thing, because that is exactly how I feel too." His expression was soft and warm toward me.

"So where do we go from here? Eventually things will change and we'll have to make even harder decisions then. We can't stay in this bubble forever."

He caressed my cheek gently. "The fact that you're thinking about the future, and you're still saying 'we' regarding us, helps me know that you aren't scared of staying with me, of sticking this out."

"I'm not afraid of being with you. I'm afraid of not being with you." I pressed my lips together in a serious, thin line as more tears leaked from my eyes.

"I will fight for this, for us, until the very end because we are worth fighting for. Now, ask me that first question again."

I furrowed my brows in thought, then realized what he wanted. "Where do we go from here?"

"Inside. Into our bubble, for now. Where it's just you and me, loving each other completely." He petted the side of my face.

My soft "okay" earned me a strong smile from him. He unfastened his seatbelt and leaned over to press a kiss to my slight frown.

Without another word, he put his phone in his sweats pocket and exited the vehicle. He walked around to the driver's side and opened my door. With his hand extended, he waited for me to place mine in it before he guided me out of the car, shut the door, and walked me to the house. His warm hand wrapped so perfectly around mine, radiating security and love where our palms nestled together.

Once inside, he closed the door behind us and locked it. Then, he stopped and fished his phone out to see the screen displaying a call. A curtain of seriousness closed across his features when he answered it. The hand that was still holding mine squeezed it tighter. His eyes were staring at the wall over my shoulder until they darted to mine, a sullen expression overtaking them for a flash of a second. He answered a series of questions with "yes" or "no" or "okay" before hanging up and sighing deeply.

"Staff?" My question wavered in the foyer where we were still standing.

He nodded. "Media is starting to talk that I didn't return with SKZ and I haven't been seen. My return flight is set for late tomorrow night."

My breath caught in my lungs. I would have him for 2 days, enough time to get used to him being here, and then he'd be gone again. Such thoughts brought fresh tears to the surface.

He pulled me to him, surrounding me in his embrace, and held me. "I'm here, right now. I'm not going anywhere for another 24 hours. I want to enjoy every second we have."

I pressed my face into his chest, holding onto him tightly. "I'm sorry for being so emotional about it this time."

He pulled me away and looked directly into my eyes. "Don't apologize for that. We've gotten closer and it's getting more difficult each time to part. But, like I said. I'm here, right now, and I want to enjoy this time and you." He finished by moving to pick me up in a bridal hold, making my arms wrap around his neck naturally. He carried me through the house and back to my bedroom.

Setting me down on the edge of the bed, he stepped between my legs and leaned over to kiss me lightly and briefly before pulling away to slowly tuck my hair behind my ears and move loose strands of it out of my face. He looked over my face adoringly, so intensely, that it was overwhelming. Another set of tears cascading down my cheeks, and I sat still as he leaned forward and licked the trails away so gently, from my jaw to my eyelashes. With painstaking intention, he kissed each of my closed eyes and then covered my cheeks and forehead with soft affection before claiming my lips. He shared the salt of my emotions as his tongue found mine. His hands rose to frame my face, and I let him lead the moment.

"Chris?" My voice broke through the quiet.

He stopped to look at me, looking up at him. "Yes?"

I exhaled it like an oath, "I love you."