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Galanthus Girl

Genre: schoolboy!Chan, fluff

Warnings: none

Request: no

Character: Chan

Word Count: 1.5k

"Hi."

Y/N looks up in mild surprise; her fellow classmate's cheerful smile looks down at her, and if she's not mistaken, his cheeks seem flushed.

Must be the cold.

"Hi," she replies simply. She's not sure what else to say - she doesn't think she's ever spoken to him properly. He always seems so busy with his crowd of friends … and honestly, she finds them all a little intimidating.

Of course, that hasn't stopped her from falling head over heels for him.

"What are you doing?" Chan asks before crouching down beside her. His shoulder brushes her arm and she jumps, almost losing balance from her crouch.

"Taking pictures of the snowdrops," she says, pointing to a little cluster of mint green hidden beneath a thin layer of sparkling frost.

Chan leans closer, his gaze following her direction. His eyes soften when he sees the new blooms. "Did you know the Greek name for Snowdrops is Galanthus? It means milk flower."

Y/N looks at him in surprise. "You know Greek?"

"A little bit," Chan chuckles softly. "Did I impress you?"

Y/N nods. "You did."

"Good," Chan says. "That's what I'm trying to do."

Caught off guard, Y/N fully loses balance and lands backwards on her backside. The concrete is cold below her and she shivers, immediately scrambling to her knees.

"Are you okay?" Chan smiles; he reaches out and gently helps her back into her previous position, his hand warm at the small of her back. "Be careful … the ground is like ice at the moment."

He looks around, and spotting a rogue snowdrop away from the other flowers, Chan points towards it. "That flower is lonely."

"Poor thing," Y/N laughs softly. She doesn't expect him to do anything about it, so when he reaches out and gently plucks it from the frozen grass, she blinks at him in surprise.

The tips of his fingers grow red with cold as he carefully brushes the frost off of the petals, and after making sure there's no creepy crawlies hiding in the middle of it, Chan leans towards Y/N. He nestles the stem through her hair, tucking the flower into the small gap between her bobble hat and her ear.

Y/N is so surprised that she stares at him as her mouth slowly drops open. Her cold nose flushes further as Chan sits back again, observing his work with a satisfied smile.

"Now it has company," he says, rubbing the nape of his neck. "The flower met another flower."

Suddenly realising what he said, Chan's eyes widen and he covers his face with his hands. He screams through his fingers before hurriedly getting up to his feet, embarrassment flooding through his body.

"That was so cheesy," he says, rubbing his face. "I'm so sorry."

Then he runs away, muttering under his breath about going too far.

Staring after him in bewilderment, Y/N inhales slowly. She has no idea what just happened in the past five minutes, and thinking she was hallucinating, she reaches her hand to touch her hair.

The flower is still there and she exhales shakily. The boy has left behind a small mud stain on the concrete beside her from his trainers, and a faint cloud of sweet, boyish cologne. She shuts her eyes, wishing she could capture this moment in a single picture.

But after taking a shy selfie documenting the snowdrop in her hair, she realises there's no way she'll be able to truly capture this memory. The picture doesn't portray the cold temperature, nor does it show how fast her heart is beating under her padded coat. It also doesn't hold the scent of Chan's cologne that now seems to linger amongst the flower and her coat from where his hand rested against her back.

She swallows and slips her phone away into her pocket. She had begun to think this field trip was a complete waste of time; tracking up the biggest hill in their city only to come to a mud encased field seemed more underwhelming than she had thought.

But now she wonders if perhaps the stumbling boy with his flower has completely redeemed the trip for her.

Brushing her coat down, Y/N stands up and sets down the path again. She soon finds Chan pacing around like an old man near an equally old looking tree. He rubs his red hands for warmth, and Y/N only just realises he's not wearing a jacket; in fact, he's not even wearing a jumper, just a very thin looking t-shirt.

"Aren't you cold?" Y/N asks him.

Chan jumps as she approaches. His eyes melt when he notices she hasn't removed the flower, and his heart grows warm as he offers her what he hopes is a casual grin.

"Of course not," he says cheerfully. His words cause white clouds to emit from his mouth, which he bats away with a hand. "I'm okay."

Raising an eyebrow, Y/N reaches out and touches his hand with her fingers; his eyes widen at the contact, just as hers widen at how icy his skin feels.

Without hesitation, Y/N unzips her huge coat. She then pulls it off of her and walks towards a baffled looking Chan, before draping it around his shoulders.

"Here," she says, motioning for him to slip his arms in the sleeves. "I always buy oversized clothes so this should fit you."

"Hey, wait, no," Chan shrugs it off and tries to put it back on the girl, but she retaliates by quickly wrapping it back around him, mischievously zipping it all the way up with his arms stuck inside.

"You look like a burrito," Y/N giggles as Chan's eyes fall shut, a smile spreading across his face. "You can't get out now."

His hands fluttering out beneath the padding, Chan sighs. "But now you're cold."

Y/N shakes her head. She points to her huge hoodie. "I have three layers under this. I'm fine. You, on the other hand … why didn't you bring a jacket?"

Chan waddles closer to her as he smiles sheepishly. "I left it on the bus. And the bus went before I could get it."

Then he looks down. "Can you free my arms please?"

Giggling, Y/N nods. She unzips the coat and holds the sides open so Chan can slip his arms into the sleeves. He shivers with delight, nuzzling his nose down into the coat as Y/N zips it back up for him.

"You're so lucky we have the same bus on the way back," Y/N says. "Otherwise you'd have lost that coat for good."

"I know," Chan chuckles. "Stupid me, right?"

Then he playfully whacks Y/N on the arm with his sleeve. "Shouldn't the guy be the one to give the girl his jacket?"

Y/N smiles at that. "Sure. But one problem … you don't have one."

"I'll make sure I have a jacket next time then," Chan giggles, his cheeks flushing red all over again.

Y/N bites her lip. She resists the urge to throw herself at him and hug the life out of him.

"Hey Y/N?" Chan asks suddenly.

"Hmm?"

The boy looks down at his shoes. "Do you … um … maybe want to go on a date? Some time?"

Y/N stares. Whatever she was expecting him to say, it wasn't that.

All her words fly away at that moment, and she continues to stare at him blankly.

"It's okay if you don't want to … " Chan says, growing quiet. He laughs nervously. "I know I'm … pretty weird."

"No," Y/N shakes her head adamantly. "I … I'd love to go on a date with you."

Chan's eyebrows shoot up into his hair. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Y/N suddenly grins, and she covers her face with her hands. "I've had a crush on you for ages."

Chan's eyebrows seem to completely disappear as he stares at the girl in shock. "Are you joking?"

"No," Y/N says.

Chan suddenly groans. "Why didn't you ever say anything? I didn't think you liked me … you never speak to me."

"Because your friends scare me," Y/N whines. "And I didn't think you'd want me to talk to you … you're so popular. And I'm not."

Exhaling slowly, Chan steps closer to her. He shakes his head slightly before reaching out and closing his now warm fingers around hers. He laces his fingers through hers, holding her hand securely in his soft grip.

"You're so silly," Chan whispers, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he squeezes her hand. "I've liked you for ages. And my friends are the ones who always tell me to come talk to you … but I get shy."

Y/N looks down at their entwined hands. She can't help the huge smile spreading across her face. Her eyes sparkle and crinkle as she looks up at him.

"Looks like we're both silly then," she says.

Chan chuckles and nods. "Make sure you don't wear a jacket the next time I see you, okay?"

"Why?"

"So I can give you mine," Chan laughs, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "I'm so embarrassed right now you have no idea."

Y/N doesn't know what else to say; instead she leans closer to him, and softly kisses his cheek.

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