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

Part Thirteen

He shoved his face in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily against my skin. I couldn't help but draw him to myself more. If I could infuse my strength and love into him through this embrace, I would give him as much of myself as I could to take with him when we parted. I would even consider going back with him just to have more time. Especially if it meant I could be with him whenever.

He took a deep breath after giving himself a moment to come down some from the high and kissed the soft, sensitive skin of my neck. "Let's go home." His words were muffled in my neck but I understood him clearly. He loosened his grip on me, so I regretfully did the same, allowing him to lower me back to my feet. I reached up and pressed the stop button on the music interface. The room fell very quiet, a stark contrast to the sounds that were coursing through it earlier. Chris' fingers slid down the back of my arm until he reached my hand and intertwined our fingers together. He tugged me closer until he could plant a kiss on my forehead.

"Thank you."

When my eyes reached his again, I could see space in his expression, fewer cluttered thoughts and less heaviness hanging over him. It was as if he had cleared room within himself to stretch out and breathe more deeply. I couldn't help but smile softly at how lighter he appeared after releasing so much pent-up frustration and anger. The time spent there couldn't have been for a more deserving man.

"Anything for you." I squeezed his hand holding mine and tugged him toward the door so that we could return our tools and gear to the front desk.

Our walk was comfortably quiet. I answered the questions from the man at the desk as I handed over our hammers and safety gear, then we collected our personal stuff from the small locker room next to the desk. As soon as he could, Chris had taken my hand again, intent on remaining physically connected with me. I had no complaints. We waved goodbye and walked out into the fresh air and sunshine. We both took an audible, deep breath and raised our faces toward the sun at the same time, then burst into laughter at each other for the unison.

Chris looked down at his watch and was pensive, near hesitant, for a moment before he said, "Um... Before we go home... I've had something on my mind for a while, but we haven't been in the same unsupervised place together long enough for me to do it until now."

I raised my eyebrows to mirror the question, "Oh? What's that?"

He chewed on his bottom lip for a second before stepping close to me and bringing his free hand up to trace the outline of my cheekbone and jaw with his fingertips. "Do you trust me?" He leaned forward, pausing inches before my mouth, and waited for me to nod my answer of yes. "Then it will be a surprise. Just drive and I'll navigate." His lips covered mine in a sweet, short kiss.

When he pulled away, I sighed. "How can I say no when you do that?" I laughed lightly at his confident smirk.

When we got into my car and buckled up, I waited patiently for him to retrieve whatever directions he was looking for before starting the engine and driving out of the parking space. He knew what he was wanting, so it didn't take long before he told me to turn right when we exited the parking lot of the rage room. He kept giving me directions while we talked between turns, discussing some of the things he had thought of or let go of when he was breaking the different items in the rage room. I was surprised at some of the strong emotions he was so casually talking about at that point. I must not have realized how much he had been suppressing and dealing with all on his own.

"To say that I am proud of you is an understatement, Chris."

He grew very quiet, and it wasn't until I glanced over at him that I saw the sheen of tears lining his eyes. He sniffled, clear his throat, and shook off the emotion subtly. "Thank you... Really. I wouldn't have done anything like that if it weren't for you. I wouldn't have been able to fully let go in front of the kids or skzigi like that." His seriousness and gratitude filled the car, and he reached over to rest his hand on my thigh closest to him like he had done on our way earlier. The warmth of his palm seared through my pants and warmed my heart.