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Princess treatment

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

Summary: Just Changbin treating his baby like the princess she’s is (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

Warnings: None

When it comes to you, Changbin is so down bad — completely whipped. The moment you walk into the room, his tough guy persona melts away. He becomes the softest, most lovestruck version of himself, and he treats you like absolute royalty.

He’s definitely a gentleman. You’re not allowed to lift a single finger when he’s around.

Doors? You’re not even taking a step. The second you reach for one, he’s already there, gently grabbing your arm and saying in that soft-but-serious voice:

“Princesses don’t open doors. Let me do it.”

And we all know Changbin is the ultimate hype man. He’s constantly hyping you up.

“That’s my girl. Cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says with stars in his eyes every time you wear something new — even if it’s just an oversized hoodie and a messy bun.

But when you wear a dress and start to feel insecure, maybe tugging at the fabric or avoiding the mirror, he’s in front of you in seconds. His hands settle gently on your waist, eyes locked on yours, voice firm but full of warmth:

“You look like a princess, baby. No one — and I mean no one — is allowed to say otherwise. Not even you.”

And when you’re having one of those days where you just feel ugly or doubt yourself, he goes quiet. Like he’s genuinely offended you’d think that. Then he cups your cheeks, tilts your chin toward him, and says,

“You’re beautiful. So beautiful. Don’t ever forget it.”

He lives to spoil you. The second you even glance at something cute in a store, it’s already in his hands, ready to be paid for. And if you protest with,

“Binnie, you don’t have to buy that for me…”

he immediately pulls you close, his voice low and serious — the kind that makes your heart skip:

“No. You get anything you want. And more. Don’t make me say it again — you’re getting it.”

He doesn’t just treat you like a princess — he treats you like his entire world. Because to him, that’s exactly what you are.

And don’t even get started on how physically doting he is. If you so much as look like you don’t feel like walking, he’s already turning his back for a piggyback ride. Or lifting you like you weigh nothing. Sometimes you don’t even have to say a word — one glance is all it takes.

You look at him, and he just smiles:

“Come here, baby.”

And the next second, you’re in his arms.

He loves having a quiet kind of control in the relationship — not in a forceful way, but in a deeply caring, attentive way. He’s the one making sure you eat on time, that you’re hydrated, that you get enough rest. And in public? He’s always pulling you close, keeping a protective arm around your waist or shoulder, constantly scanning the room to make sure you’re safe.

Because to Changbin, princess treatment isn’t just about flowers and gifts. It’s about devotion. About making sure you know, every single day, that you’re loved, protected, and treasured beyond words

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Blood & Desire

Pairing:vampire!minsung x fem!reader

genre: Smut,Vampires,Dark romance

wc: 1850

synopsis:When a pair of mysterious strangers move into the house next door, the you can't shake the unsettling feeling they give off. Attractive yet distant, they seem to possess an aura of danger that lingers in the air

warnings: Dark Themes,Mature Content,Stalking/Watching,Power Dynamics,Paranoia,Supernatural Elements,

a/n: Yes this is my first work and I did put it out early than I expected also their is no smut in this chapter but their will be a lot of smut in future chapters.

Chapter 1: Lured by Shadows

The house next door had been empty for months. You’d grown used to its silence, the way it loomed at the edge of the street like a forgotten relic, shrouded in vines and mystery. But when the new neighbors arrived, it was as though the air itself changed—heavier, electric, pulling at something deep within you that you couldn’t quite name.

You first saw them at dusk. The sky was smeared with burnt orange and violet, and the faint sound of boxes being shuffled caught your attention. Peering through your bedroom window, you froze.

There were two of them, both otherworldly in a way you couldn’t explain. One—tall, sharp, and impossibly elegant—moved with a predatory grace, his dark eyes scanning the street as if sensing every shadow. The other, shorter but no less striking, carried a dangerous charm that softened only when he turned to his companion, his lips curling into a knowing smirk.

Their presence didn’t just draw you in—it commanded you.

When they noticed you watching, it felt like every nerve in your body froze. The taller one, Minho, tilted his head slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto yours like he’d found something he’d been searching for. His lips twitched—not quite a smile, but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You first met Jisung in the most unexpected way—on the first day of your sophomore literature class.

“Welcome, everyone,” he said, his voice smooth and melodic. “I’m Professor Han. I’ll be your guide through this semester’s literary journey.”

Guide. Not teacher. The word felt deliberate, like he was leading you into uncharted territory.

As his eyes scanned the room, they landed on you. For a moment, you thought they flickered with something unplaceable, something sharp. It was gone in an instant, replaced by a polite smile.

“Let’s start with introductions,” he said, but you barely heard him. Your thoughts were tangled in that first, unspoken exchange.

When the lecture ended, the shrill bell echoing through the hall, you gathered your things quickly, eager to leave. But even as you stepped into the rain outside, the weight of his gaze lingered, wrapping around you like an invisible tether.

You couldn’t shake the feeling. That look he gave you—it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t the detached glance of a professor acknowledging a student. It was deliberate, lingering, as if he already knew more about you than you wanted anyone to.

As you walked home, the rain falling in relentless sheets, your thoughts kept circling back to Jisung. To Minho. To that night you first saw them. Together, they exuded an aura you couldn’t explain—something magnetic, yet unsettling.

By the time you reached your driveway, drenched from the knees down, you were ready to collapse. But then you saw someone standing at your front door.

Minho.

You froze, your fingers tightening around the handle of your umbrella. He stood there, his back to you, perfectly still despite the downpour. His hands were in his coat pockets, his head tilted slightly, as if listening for something.

Why is he here?

Hesitantly, you stepped closer. “Excuse me?” you called, your voice barely louder than the rain.

He turned slowly, and the moment his dark eyes met yours, you felt your breath hitch. Up close, they were sharper than you’d imagined, glinting with something unreadable.

“Good evening,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet wrapping around steel.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

His lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “I was waiting for you.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine. He spoke them so casually, yet there was something in his tone that made them feel heavier.

“To make sure you got home safely,” he added, his gaze unwavering. “The storm is unforgiving tonight.”

You didn’t know how to respond. It sounded reasonable enough, but the way he said it made your stomach twist.

Then his expression shifted, his smile becoming more deliberate. “We’d like to invite you to dinner,” he said smoothly. “Friday at seven. Jisung thought it would be nice to get to know our new neighbor.”

Your heart raced as you nodded, unsure why you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. Minho’s smile widened, as though he’d expected nothing less.

“Perfect,” he murmured, stepping back into the rain. “See you then.”

And just like that, he was gone, his figure disappearing into the storm.

Once inside, you leaned against the door, your chest heaving as if you’d run a marathon. You couldn’t ignore the way your pulse raced or the strange warmth that lingered, despite the cold rain.

Dinner with them. You didn’t know whether to feel intrigued or terrified. And as you climbed into bed that night, their faces haunted your thoughts, their voices echoing in your mind.

Something was different about them. Something you couldn’t ignore. And whether you liked it or not, you were already caught in their web.

The hot water of the shower was supposed to calm you, to wash away the tension that had settled deep in your muscles. For a moment, it did. The heat melted the chill from your skin, steam wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. But your thoughts wouldn’t quiet.

They hovered, sharp and insistent—Jisung’s piercing gaze in the classroom, Minho’s calm, predatory presence at your door. The way both of them seemed to fill every space they entered, like the air bent around them.

You pressed your palms against the cool tiles of the shower wall, your breath hitching as a strange, unshakable feeling settled over you. It wasn’t fear. Not exactly. It was something heavier, more intimate. Like an invisible weight pressing against your chest, filling you with warmth that made your knees weak and your pulse thrum in your ears.

It was wrong. You didn’t know why, but it was.

Shaking the thought away, you turned the water off with a trembling hand and stepped out. The bathroom was silent except for the faint patter of rain against the window. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you glanced at the mirror, still fogged from the heat.

For a fleeting second, you thought you saw movement. A shadow in the corner of your eye.

You whipped around, your heart pounding, but the room was empty. Just you and the lingering steam.

You exhaled shakily, brushing it off as exhaustion. You were just tired. That was all.

But even as you left the bathroom, the unease clung to you.

By the time you climbed into bed, the rain had softened to a gentle drizzle, the rhythmic tapping on the window a faint lullaby. You pulled the blankets tightly around you, hoping for sleep to come quickly.

It didn’t.

Every time you closed your eyes, their faces appeared. Jisung’s sharp smile, the way his gaze seemed to strip you bare in the lecture hall. Minho’s quiet intensity, the way he stood at your door as if he belonged there.

And then there was the feeling. That heavy, suffocating warmth. It was back, spreading through your chest like fire.

You opened your eyes, staring at the ceiling as your breathing quickened. The sensation didn’t fade. If anything, it grew stronger, pulsing through you in waves that left you restless, your body tense and aching.

You couldn’t explain it, but you knew—deep down, in the part of your mind you didn’t want to acknowledge—that it had something to do with them. With Jisung and Minho.

Turning onto your side, you squeezed your eyes shut, willing the feeling to go away.

But it didn’t. It stayed with you, lingering in the darkness, long after the rain had stopped.

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