Chapter 1
Love at First Sight
The first time you met Bang Chan was completely unplanned. It was a breezy autumn afternoon, and the golden leaves danced along the pavement outside your favorite café. You had just gotten off work, craving the solace of a warm drink and a quiet corner to unwind.
As you pushed open the café door, the soft sound of laughter and muffled chatter filled the cozy space. Your eyes scanned for an empty table, but the place was packed—except for one small table by the window. Someone was sitting there, hunched over a notebook, a cup of coffee in one hand.
“Excuse me,” you said softly, stepping closer. The person looked up, and that’s when it happened.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis. His warm brown eyes locked onto yours, and a lazy smile spread across his face, making your stomach flip. His blonde hair framed his face perfectly, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.
“Hey,” he said, his voice smooth and low, his Australian accent wrapping around the single word. “Looking for a seat? You can join me if you’d like.”
The heat in his gaze made your cheeks burn, but you nodded. “Thanks. It’s so crowded today.”
You sat down, feeling his eyes linger on you for a moment longer before he returned to his notebook. You couldn’t help but notice the faint cologne he wore, warm and woodsy, a scent that would later haunt your dreams.
“Are you working on something important?” you asked, gesturing toward the pages.
“Sort of,” he replied with a chuckle, sliding the notebook slightly away from your view. “Just scribbling ideas. I’m Chan, by the way.”
“zara,” you said, shaking his outstretched hand. His grip was firm but gentle, and it sent a spark racing up your arm.
What started as a casual conversation quickly turned into hours of laughter and subtle flirting. You learned that he was the leader of Stray Kids, a global sensation, but despite his fame, he was refreshingly humble.
“You know,” he said, leaning closer, his voice dropping an octave, “I don’t usually let strangers sit at my table, but for you… I’ll make an exception.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the playful glint in his eyes.
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Weeks Later
As your connection deepened, your meetings became less accidental and more intentional. You’d stay up late talking, sharing secrets and stolen kisses that left you breathless.
One night, after a particularly long day, Chan invited you over to his studio.
“I want to show you where the magic happens,” he teased, winking as he held the door open for you.
The studio was dimly lit, the faint glow of LED lights casting a soft hue over the room. He guided you to the couch, his hand lingering on the small of your back.
“I’ve been working on something,” he said, sitting beside you. “A song… about you.”
Your heart fluttered as he played the track, his voice low and sultry as he sang. The lyrics spoke of chance meetings, undeniable chemistry, and a love that burned brighter with every passing day.
As the song ended, he turned to you, his gaze smoldering. “So, what do you think?”
You didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that ignited every nerve in your body. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, his forehead rested against yours. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
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Years Later
Your love story continued to blaze with intensity. The wedding was a celebration of passion and intimacy, with Chan’s family and Stray Kids cheering you on. That night, he held you close, whispering promises and vows that made your heart race all over again.
As the years passed, your connection only deepened. Raising two children together brought new challenges, but the fire between you and Chan never faded. He’d still pull you into his arms when no one was looking, his lips trailing down your neck, reminding you that you were his and only his.
Late at night, when the kids were asleep, you’d find yourselves in the kitchen, sharing stolen moments. He’d corner you against the counter, his hands sliding around your waist, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that spoke of undying love and longing.
“You’re still my favorite distraction,” he’d whisper, his breath hot against your ear.
And every time, you’d feel the same spark as that very first time.
