#and i will always think wearing cartier jewelry is so cringe

[vanillaboyfriend]

was watching this vod and this outfit...

[ilove-bloo]

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request: could i request a scenario of changmo or minsik (whoever you want) with like a spoiled and maybe a little materialistic s/o? maybe comes from a rich family or something? slightly angsty but mostly fluff !!

word count: 1,000+

genre: slight angst, fluff

pairing: changmo x reader

a/n: i have officially decided that if a drabble goes over 1,000 words, its gonna be a whole story type thingy lollll, enjoy! i cringed at the title too i’m sorry it made me laugh

“are you buying another necklace for her?” deokwang snickered to his friend. looking over his shoulder, he had been watching changmo scroll through expensive jewelry websites on his phone.

changmo enjoyed spoiling you and he wasn’t shy about it. he knew you have expensive taste from the way you grew up and he honestly admired how well you wore everything. “you quadrupled the price by wearing it jagi,” he would always praise you. seeing you appreciate the items he bought you made him feel proud to be your boyfriend, he would never hesitate to surprise you with gifts.

“wow, more for y/n?” jinyoung said loudly, butting into the conversation, taking a look at the older’s phone. “yes, who else would i buy jewelry for?” changmo rolled his eyes at the two.

jinyoung and deokwang exchanged looks from across the studio. first unaware of their actions because he was concentrating on his phone, changmo could later hear the two physically moving their lips. it became obvious that they were now mouthing things to each other.

seeing this, changmo felt bothered to know why they couldn’t just talk me out loud. “yah, just speak with your voice,” he said.

“you say it hyung!” jinyoung said abruptly, bringing the attention onto the shorter man. “what are you guys talking about?” changmo asked, now annoyed.

deokwang breathed in deeply, as he let the air go, he opened his mouth, “don’t you think you’ve been spending a lot of money on your girlfriend? i mean, you guys have only been dating for a year now,” deokwang finally revealed.

changmo scoffed, “is that what you guys were too scared to tell me?” he looked at the both of them, he could tell that they were being serious.

jinyoung nodded along in agreement, “well i mean, i haven’t seen you buy these many things for someone, ever. and you say yourself you save money but you just spoil y/n,”

“yeah, i get that y/n is from a well off family but shouldn’t they just take care of her? you’re only her boyfriend,” deokwang added on.

hearing the words coming from his closest friends made him feel a mix of emotions, angry his friends would say that and upset that they even brought up those ideas. “you guys don’t know shit about y/n,” changmo stood up roughly from his chair, walking to the door to leave. he didn’t want to be around them.

before he got out of the studio, he heard jinyoung voice out another concern, “i mean doesn’t everyone see it, at least we’re telling him the truth,”

agitated, changmo determined that he needed to see you. he wanted to justify how false their words about you were, ‘y/n isn’t like that, she’s not like that’ he kept repeating to himself.

on the drive to your apartment, his mind was racing with thoughts, he didn’t want to believe what his friends were telling him, but could they be right? did you only stay with him because of his fame and money? did you actually love him? all the negative thinking produced a sick feeling to his stomach, he hated feeling unsure, especially when it came to you.

changmo was at your apartment door faster than expected, he barged into your apartment, not caring to knock. the first thing in his line of sight was you on your couch, in sweats and his oversized hoodie along with your macbook in your lap. “oh - oppa, what are you doing here? you didn’t call-“

“why do you love me?” his harsh tone cutting off your words. “what are you saying, are you drunk?” you say, placing your laptop onto the coffee table, walking up to him.

“i’m sober, just answer the question y/n. please,” he said, his voice was stern, but evident with desperation.

“oppa, are you okay right now?” your hands reaching over to place on his shoulder. he looked at your wrist, seeing the cartier bracelet he gifted you for your five months anniversary that was around it added to his distressful thoughts, “are you happy with all the things i give you? is that all you want from me?”

changmo could sense himself becoming angry over nothing but something inside him just couldn’t stop his emotions. he knew he was being irrational but he couldn’t even think about being reasonable.

“changmo. you have to breathe, calm down please,” you begged. you grabbed his hands, rubbing small circles into his larger ones. feeling your touch, he breathed in and out deeply, closing his eyes while doing so.

after a few moments, he began to calm down. he opened his eyes to look down, his strong gaze on you softening. looking up at him, you searched for his eyes, your heart dropped when you realized that they were watery.

“baby, what’s going on?” you asked softly, motioning him to sit down with you on the couch. he sat next to you, facing you, holding your hand tigger as his source of comfort. you heard him clear his throat, “are you just dating me for my money?” he said looking down at your hands, his voice wavering.

the next thing he heard was your laugh, his head quickly going up to see your face. “yah, why are you laughing?” you pretended to wipe a fake tear from your eyes, moving your hand to place on changmo’s cheek, moving his face to look into your eyes.

he felt a wave of shyness from the sudden eye contact, like he could finally realize it was a dumb question to begin with. “no offense oppa, but if i dated you because of your money, i wouldn’t be school anymore,” you said simply.

“is this what got you so worked up?” you questioned. he nodded in response, too embarrassed to open his mouth.

you breathed out deeply, stroking the side of his cheek as you continued to talk, “i know i’m a bit materialistic and i enjoy having nice things, but i hope you know i would still be with you even if we could only afford ramen for dinner every night. i love you because you’re thoughtful, caring, and you have so many more qualities i can go on and on about. i am grateful for all the gifts you give me, but i’m more grateful to be given the most wonderful boyfriend ever,” you finished, not losing eye contact with him.

hearing your words of reassurance erased all the insecurities and doubts that were instilled in changmo’s mind. he couldn’t help but feel himself fall in love with you even more. you were the one that always brought clarity to his worries, you kept him level-headed and he couldn’t feel more thankful in that moment. “i love you so much, my y/n,”

he snaked his arm around your waist to pull you close to him, kissing you unexpectedly. pulling away, he then painted your face with quick, soft pecks.

once he felt satisfied with the amount of affection he showed, he stared at your face with a smug smile. leaning back on the couch, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. you giggled at his unexpected loving behavior, “i’m sorry jagi, i won’t think of something so stupid ever again,” he apologized.

“why did you ask me that in the first place?”

combing through your hair with his fingers, he sighed deeply, “i don’t know what got into me. i think i got insecure from the things the guys were asking me and i was just overthinking,” his deep voice vibrating through his chest. your hands found your way around his torso, holding onto him tighter, “i love you for you, always changmo. don’t you ever overthink that,” you replied. his felt his face warm up, “you’re so perfect y/n,” he commented, he was a sucker for you and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“i know, so, if you ever pull that shit again,” you started, pointing at him, “i’ll sell all your damn rolexes,” you teased. staring down at you, he grinned, his eyes turning into crescents. “yes ma’am!” he saluted, earning a playful smack from you.