For your Own Good ~Bang Christopher Chan x Reader~

Chapter 2

I was only in the shower for 5 minutes, maybe even less than 5 minutes.

This is why I was surprised and shocked when luggage and bags were piled at the front door in that time frame. They weren't there when I came home, but they were there when I got out.

I came out of the bedroom, still trying to pull my shirt on correctly, but focused on whatever was happening here. From the other side of the apartment, I heard a sniffle and a small noise.

Knowing exactly what that was, I go towards the noise, stopping in my tracks when y/n came out to the kitchen. Now that I was able to see all of them, I took notice of the comfortable pants and hoodie they had on. They usually wore comfy pants everyday so that's normal. But the hoodie they were wearing.... They only wore that when they're feeling sad or anxious. And not only that, it was my hoodie.

I remember giving it to them after our fourth date. It was cold and we went to see a new movie that was out, but they forgot to bring a jacket or something for when we left, even though I texted them the weather before they left their house at the time.

After the movie they were shivering so I gave them my hoodie and 'accidentally' forgot to take it back when they went home. Maybe I 'forgot' it because I wanted an excuse to see them again so soon, or maybe I wanted them to have it because they looked cute in it. I don't remember my reason, but I remember being so pleased with myself for doing that.

Now, seeing them with a sad expression and a stance that looked like they're ready to crumple to the ground at any second, the happy memories I had with the hoodie fell.

Every time y/n wore this hoodie, I knew that they needed me. In what way, I didn'te know until we talked about whatever it is that's bothering them. Sometimes it was a mean co-worker, allergies, or even a cliffhanger in a show that could've been bothering them.

This time, I had no idea what the issue could be.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked. They didn't answer, instead they looked away and sniffled again.

I got an instinct to step forward and hug them, but I have a feeling they would've just stepped back from me.

While fidgeting with the hem of the sleeve, y/n kept their eyes on the floor and walked around me to the front door. They stood the luggage up and hoisted one of the bags onto their shoulder.

I got even more confused and worried.

I walked over, trying to get words out. "I- What.. What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Chris. I really am." They said, still not looking at me.

Y/n never called me by my name. Or at least they hadn't called me that in years.

"Sorry about what? Baby, what's going on? You're making me worry." I tried not to show how scared I was right then through the last sentence, but I don't think I succeeded.

"And I don't want you to worry, but I've made up my mind. I can't keep doing this to you, Chris."

"What do you mean? You haven't done anything.." I didn't know where it came from, but I kind of laughed a little while asking that. Maybe I was just in denial or really confused.

Y/n dropped the bag and stepped over to me, wrapping their arms around my waist quickly and tightly and pushing their head into the middle of my chest. I didn't hesitate to hug them back, tighter than I probably usually would've. We stayed like this for a few minutes, not moving.

Looking back now, I should have been relishing this hug a lot more than I was. I was just there, embracing my significant other, not really knowing what the meaning behind the hug was. Now that I've already experienced this moment, I can't imagine what this hug meant to them.

Maybe a minute into the hug, they started sniffling more than before, but I didn't move to look at their face. Their sniffling started to form words, but weak words at that.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so so sorry. I can't- I... I'm sorry." They tried to get out. I could only understand so much of what they were saying, but it still hurt me when I started thinking about what they could mean.

On their own, they backed up, but continued staring into my chest with tears in their eyes. I moved my hands to the sides of their shoulders, stopping short of moving them to hold their face. I was too confused, scared, and overall just worried to push them to do or say anything.

After taking a deep breath, y/n stepped back and wiped their eyes. Once their eyes were dry, they finally looked at me. As much as I wanted them to look at me, the last thing I wanted to see was their puffy red eyes still nearly spilling tears.

They released their breath and tried to smile, but it didn't fit their face right. The smile looked forced and could've in no way been real.

"I love you, Chris. I always will. But I've made up my mind." They said.

I shook my head slightly. "What did you decide on? What's going on, y/n? Did I do something wrong? Tell me what it is- I can fix it." I rambled on.

They put their bags onto their shoulder and turned back to me. Again, they tried to smile, maybe to comfort me but it didn't work.

They stepped up to me, and before I could say a word, they leaned up to connect our lips.

The kiss started simple, but they started to deepen it as the seconds ticked away. The amount of passion they poured into the kiss made me more alarmed than the hug made me.

This wasn't just a normal kiss, it was.....

"Thank you foreverything, Chris. But I have to go now."