Chances (changbin fanfic)

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"I gave a random girl my number," I loudly said when I closed the door behind me after I entered our dorm.

"You did what?" Chan came out from the corner, asking me immediately with a worried expression on his face. He's taking these private things very seriously.

"So I wanted to buy a bike, as I told you, they didn't have my colour so I needed to order it, so she asked my number and my name, and i first told her my name cause she didn't seem to notice it's me and then I told her my name and nothing, so I gave her my number when I was sure she doesn't know," I chuckled.

"Wait until she'll google your name or type it in on instagram, genius," Jisung added.

"She seemed lovely, not slick. But it's too late for that anyway," I chuckled and I took of my shoes to sit in the living room with all of them, getting asked millions of questions about that girl. All of them were surprised how she didn't recognize my face, when it's literally everywhere in the city, on big billboards to advertise our new album.

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The weekend was over suddenly, and now I was waking up another Monday, being a little more cheerful than usual, not because I'll see the boy again, well, at least I tried to persuade myself it's not because of him, but because it finally stopped raining and it was warmer than any other day this month.

I fixed my hair a little bit, took my purse and I headed through the city to the bike shop. It was 7:50 AM when I opened and make everything ready.

It was 8:10 AM when they called into the shop to announce that they were on the way with the bike, so I picked up my phone and typed the message to let the boy know his order is ready so he can come to pick it up.

Your order will be ready at 9:00 AM.

I sent the message and in the corner of my soul I was kinda hoping for the answer, but it never came. I was waiting alone behind the counter when the door swung open, it was 8:43 AM when I saw his face again.

"Good morning," he grinned. He was in all black again, a black shirt, black jeans and a black backpack with many necklaces on his neck.

His hair wasn't the same as the last time I saw him. He got a small undercut, messy curly hair parted in the middle was slightly exposing his forehead. He leaned against the counter to look at me, his perfume hit my face.

"H-hi," I stuttered. I was talking to boys before, of course, but none of them could make me this nervous.

"I'm a little bit sooner, I would like to look at some bike stuff, could you help me?" he was talking slowly and quietly.

"Of course," I got away from behind the counter, "so what exactly?" It was only me and him in the shop.

"Bell?" he chuckled.

"Here," I pointed my finger to one of the shelves and show him different kinds and colours.

"This one will be perfect," he picked one and he looked closely at it.

"Anything else?" our eyes meet again after I asked.

"It will be alright for now."

We got back to the counter.

"I'll pay it together when the bike comes," he said and leaned against the counter again. I didn't know if I should ask him something, or just be quiet and spend another 10 awkward minutes for the courier.

"So," he cleared his throat, "what kind of music do you like?" he asked suddenly leaving me speechless, why would he ask me this out of nowhere?

"Uhm- I like rap a lot, or hip hop, it doesn't really matter, if I heard jazz song i probably wouldn't skip it, you know," I said and he smiled widely at my answer, "what about you?"

"I love rap, I'm kinda writing sometimes and recording for myself. Do you listen to Korean rap?"

"That sounds fun to write it yourself," I wasn't even surprised, he kinda looks like someone who would write songs and rap, not like I've seen songwriter in front of me, "and not really, never got into it, I really like rappers from USA or Canada, and you?"

"Mostly Korean rap, I love it for a very long time now," he grinned, "especially in kpop, there are lot of great rappers," he said but then he looked at the floor and slightly frowned his eyebrows for split second and then looked back at me with his dark eyes.

"Oh I don't really know anything about kpop industry, I only know BTS, but you know, who doesn't know them?" I chuckled nervously. He looked kinda off suddenly. He didn't answer me, instead, he was just staring at me.

"Is there a chance I heard you before? When you said you're recording?" I asked and he replied without hesitation.

"I don't think so, it's not really good," he smiled at me, but now his smile was different.

"Can I hear it?" I asked confidently. Suddenly I felt the need to know more about him.

"I don't think you can, it's not good I promise you," he said, "although you know my name, I go by my nickname so you won't find it anywhere," he smirked.

"Don't be mean," I chuckled.

"You know, if you heard it I won't be able to come back to the shop, so don't try," he said slowly, quieter, intimidating, not breaking eye contact. It made me shiver.

"You will come back?" I asked but before he managed to answer me an older man came in, pushing a pink bike in front of him.

He placed it in front of the counter and gave me a paper to sign it to indicate, that I took it from him, he left after a few minutes.

"Good choice," I said and examine the bicycle with him.

"I love it! Thank you so much," he smiled widely at me and tried to sit on it. I would be able to talk for hours about how attractive he looked, in a whole black outfit sitting on a pink bike.

"Is your seat alright?" I asked and he slightly jumped on the seat to test it out.

"Perfect," he smiled and get off the bike, pulling out his wallet.

"It's gonna be 320 thousand won," I said when I calculated it together in the cash register.

"350," he said and pulled out his credit card.

"Thank you so much," I said shyly, there isn't many people to leave a tip.

"I should thank you for your help and don't forget what I said," he winked and he left me standing speechless, again. Then he left the shop without any other word.

After a few minutes of collecting myself, still nervous about things he said, I remembered he forgot his bell, it was too late to run for him, I was deciding if I should text him, to let him know because he looked happy when he choose the bell or wait till he comes back.

I was holding a phone in my hand, looking at the last message I sent him.