Y/N POV-
I've spent the whole day working on class and trying to complete projects, which isn't easy. Luckily, most of this stuff isn't due till weeks from now so I don't have to rush too much. It's been a lazy day, Chan's at the studio with the boys. Has been since, like, 8 this morning. So, it's been quiet. Lonely, but quiet. He should be getting home soon, since it's 9 p.m. I've been watching TV since 8 p.m. since I got tired of school work. I hear the door unlock and then open.
"I'm home!" Chan calls out in a tired tone. I get up from the couch, making my way to the front door.
"Hi Chan!" I say excitedly, giving him a cheeky smile. He smiles back, taking off his shoes. He places his coat on the hanger and the rest of his stuff on the counter. I tilt my head at him, trying to figure out what's off. Chan looks at me weirdly, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" He asks, walking past me. I turn around and squint my eyes at him, he never walks past me. He always gives me a hug or a kiss before going into the house. There's definitely something up.
"Hold it, Mister," I say sternly, walking over to him. He pauses where he stands, waiting for me to do something. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just tired," Chan replies, walking away yet again.
"Chan," I fretted, looking at him with hurt. "Talk to me."
"There's nothing to talk about because I'm fine," He stated. He continues to walk away, heading towards our room. I follow him, being too stubborn to stop.
"You're obviously not. So either talk to me or at least let me comfort you," I say calmly. I know this isn't like him and he's not just 'tired'. "We can lay on the couch or the bed, you can lay on my chest, and we can either talk about what's going on or we can watch a show or whatever." Chan looks at me longingly, biting his lip. I can see the frustration in his eyes, how much he's debating in his head. "You know you don't have to front when you're with me, right? I'm not the other members, you can talk to me."
"I know that," he speaks, his voice cracking.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask, slowly walking towards him. I hear him sniffle and watch him wipe his face.
"Can we lie on the bed?" Chan asks. I nod my head, grabbing his hand and walking into the bedroom. I climb onto the bed, scooting up until my back hits the headboard. I open my arms, letting Chan know he can cuddle. He climbs onto the bed, putting his head on my chest. His wraps his arms around my waist while I place one in his hair and the other on his back.
"You can talk if you want. If not, that's ok too," I say, running my hand through his hair.
"Today was really long. It didn't help that I was already stressed from other things," Chan explains. "When I got there, there was some tension between some of the members. So I had to fix that. Then we couldn't get the choreography down and some of the members were getting stressed about that. During our break, I was at the studio trying to sort out some new song ideas when my computer crashed. Nothing was saved." Chan sniffles, burring his head into my chest. I pull him closer, rubbing his back. "Th-Then, on my way home when I stopped to get us food, I dropped the bag." By this point, Chan was crying.
"Hey, it's ok. You're allowed to have bad days. It's ok," I reassured, kissing the top of his head. "Tomorrow is a new day, ok. You'll have a better day tomorrow so let it all out. I'm right here." He kept crying and all I could do was just hold him and tell him 'I'm right here'. We spent a while cuddled up like that. But I never really minded, anything to help him feel better. He calmed down eventually. "Do you want me to make something to eat?" I ask, playing with the hair on the back of his head.
"If you don't mind," He says, his voiced muffled. I smile, even though he can't see it.
"Of course I don't. Anything for you," I say. Chan looks up at me, a smile on his face. I wipe the tear stains off of his face, but keeping my hand there even after I'm done. Chan closes his eyes, letting out a soft sigh.
"What did I do to deserve you, Y/N?" He mumbles, kissing my hand. He opens his eyes, staring right at me.
"I could say the same about you, Chan," I smile, kissing his nose. "I'll go make us something to eat, so rest until then." Chan rolls over, allowing me to get up. I crawl off the bed and walk towards the door, but I couldn't get very far. "Chan?" I ask, looking back at him. He pulls me towards him and plants a kiss on my lips. I kiss back, finally getting what I've been wanting this whole day. He pulls away, his adorable smile showing. I smile back, kissing him quickly before walking away from the bed. I walk out the door, turning back to look at him. "I love you," I state.
"I love you," he replies and I smile, turning around and walking down the hallway. I'm glad I could help him and hopefully he feels better. Maybe I'll make his favorite soup. That should cheer him up.
Author's note:
Uh, hey ya'll! Hope you're well and having fun during these hard times. Sorry it's been like a year since I've been on here. I know I've said that a few times by now, but I really am. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this wholesome reverse comfort imagine of our favorite leader, Bang Chan! I know it's short, but I'm tired and school can kiss my butt. I'll try my best to continue writing imagines on here. I do enjoy making them, so I hope you all enjoy reading them! Have a cheeky day/night!
