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

Part Ten

My cheeks burned with heat as I walked out of the room again. Once I got far enough away from the door to where I knew he couldn't see me, I squatted down to hug my knees. His voice, his warmth, his embrace, and the words, "I love you too," played on repeat in my mind. I rested my head on my knee, silently willing my heart to stop sprinting under my ribcage. Taking a deep breath, I stood back up with a stretch, smiling at the small reminders in my muscles of the day before. Chris had left a few marks on my shoulders and neckline that were tender, and I couldn't help but obsess over the way they made me feel wanted, feel like I belonged to someone who cherished me.

I refilled my coffee and got him some water, my mind overtaken by a movie reel of the entirety of our relationship—starting out as acquaintances, progressing to friends, and then our mutual confession of feelings for each other. We flirted those first six months over text and video calls and carefully planned outings, until we made our declarations to each other. The next two months were bliss and mystery and dodging speculation. Then, my contract in Seoul ended, and my company called me back home. These last ten months had been hard, but nothing like right now. We were able to meet two months prior for just a few hours while I was on a short business trip back in Seoul, and having to leave him then was heart-wrenching.

I didn't want to even think about saying goodbye to him tonight. But, this is how we were. We loved and trusted each other deeply, and our relationship was long-distance for now. I would never ask him to make concessions for his career, and I know he wouldn't ask the same of me out of respect for me too. Neither of us were going anywhere, so this was just how we were in this season. Together but apart.

"Baby, are you okay?" Chris asked gently as his arms snaked around my waist from behind. "You look extremely deep in thought. Where'd you go?"

That was our question for each other whenever we'd disassociate and the other would catch it. Knowing how each of our minds work, we'd ask where the other's thoughts had taken them. This was what he was asking me since I had halted at the kitchen counter, staring out the window over the sink with our two drinks still in my hands.

I blinked several times and looked down at his hands around me. I smiled. "Us. Where we started and how our relationship has grown to where we are today."

He squeezed me against his chest in a back hug. "How did I get so lucky? I must have saved an empire in a past life to be rewarded with you in this one." He sweetly kissed the curve of my neck. "My Queen."

I giggled against his affection and turned around in his embrace to face him after setting down the cups, draping my arms over his shoulders and burying my fingers in the messy hair on the back of his head. "You've definitely got that backward. My King." I grinned and dropped my arms down to reach around his lower back and grab handfuls of his backside, causing him to burst into laughter. "And that royally fine ass."

He laughed even harder, his eyes disappearing into joyful lines. Pulling me tightly against him, he hugged me like I was a second skin, one of his hands coming up to cradle my head against his chest. He held me long after his laughter had subsided. This. This was the type of hug that broke down all my walls and melted what remained of the ice hedge around my heart in those early months. It was in the way that it felt like Chris was attempting to open up his whole being and hide me inside it, protecting and cherishing me as if I was a rare item of value. It was enveloping and sheltering. It was a pure reflection of Chris as a person.

I sighed deeply against him. "I must have done many things right in that past life to be able to experience being held like this."

"Rather than a past you, it's all the present you who deserves to experience being held by someone who loves you. I only wish I could do it more often. I keep dreaming about being a regular boyfriend who spends time in public with their girlfriend and not have to worry about it. One day, Baby. One day."

"That will be nice. Especially if I get to do this whenever I want." I squeezed his butt again, making him start laughing all over again.

We pulled away from each other and Chris smiled at me. "Do you have any video games?"

I blushed. "Don't judge me... The only console I have right now is an old school Super Nintendo. I had sold all my gaming stuff before I moved back home."

His eyebrows rose in interest. "Really? Is it connected? Can we play?"

I grinned conspiratorially. "Be prepared to have that delicious ass handed to you in Street Fighter!"

I turned around and grabbed our drinks. When I had turned back toward the living room, Chris was already shuffling away in tiny, giddy steps. He plopped onto the couch and kicked his legs like he was running in place. I couldn't help but laugh at his childlike excitement, causing my heart to swell to near bursting. Setting our drinks down, I walked over to the small entertainment cabinet nestled under my television. It only took a minute to situate the console and stretch out the controllers for us on the couch.

"Oh, it's on." He said after the first time I beat him.

"Like Donkey Kong?" I smirked at him with confidence. "Because I'll kick your ass in that one too!"

Chris started to laugh but then snatched my controller out of my hand and tackled me on my side of the couch with tickles. I screamed and laughed, desperate to get away from his teasing. He quickly subsisted and littered several kisses across the closest parts of my body he could reach, ending with a playful bite to my wrist before kissing it sweetly.

"Let's keep playing?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.

"Yes!" His smile spread across his entire being.

We played through several games over the next two hours, taking breaks to grab snacks inbetween matches or levels. He was absolutely amazed at my collection: StarFox, Donkey Kong, Zelda, NBA Jam, and several Super Mario, Final Fantasy, and Mortal Kombat games. It was like being thrown back to another time that seemed much simpler. I loved being able to share this type of moment with Chris.

Once we were officially done, he asked if we could go back to the park we had visited last night. I had noticed him looking at the time occasionally, and each time the expression in his eyes grew a little more solemn than before. I understood that our time together was coming closer and closer to an end, but I didn't want him to carry it like a weight on his mind. A walk around the park again where we could talk and just breathe sounded like the perfect medicine before making our way to the rage room.

"Okay, let's go!" I smiled and smacked a loud, abrupt kiss to his lips before getting up from the couch to go change into something other than pajamas.