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[changbeansss]

Timeless

Pairings : Bang Chan x reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : none (does kissing count as a warning?)

A/N :I'm very much delusional, thank you (pls don't cringe)

The night outside was cool, the faint hum of the city beyond the window barely a whisper in the background. But inside, it was just the two of you—wrapped up in each other, the world shut out, time feeling suspended in these rare moments you managed to steal away.

Chan’s arm was draped around you, his fingers tracing gentle patterns across your back, the kind that sent soft shivers through you and made your heart feel like it might burst from how deeply you loved him. You were nestled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing soothing, grounding you in the present. His chin rested lightly atop your head, and you could feel the press of his lips there, even if he wasn’t kissing you. The way he held you, so tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing he’d ever known, made you feel like nothing else in the world mattered.

Your favorite movie played in the background, but neither of you had paid attention to it for a while now. The film was a comfort, something familiar that made you both smile when you’d first put it on, but now it was just the soundtrack to this quiet, intimate moment. Chan shifted slightly, pulling you even closer, if that was possible, his warm breath tickling the top of your head as he sighed in contentment.

“I missed this,” he whispered, voice low and laced with emotion. “Just being here with you.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, your cheek still resting against his chest. The soft glow from the TV bathed his face in a warm light, and the way he was looking at you—like you were his whole world—made your breath catch. His eyes, soft and full of love, held yours for a moment before he leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

The kiss was gentle, filled with unspoken words and promises that didn’t need to be said. It wasn’t urgent or hurried, just sweet and deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second of it. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

“I’m sorry I’m not here more often,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, soothing strokes. “I hate being away from you.”

His words tugged at your heart, and you could feel the sincerity in them. It wasn’t easy, the long stretches of time where you only had brief phone calls and texts to hold onto, but you understood. His career demanded so much of him, but he always made sure to let you know how much he loved you, how much he missed you. And when he was home, like now, he made sure every moment counted.

“You’re here now,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm. “That’s what matters.”

He smiled at that, a soft, almost shy smile, like he was still surprised that you could be so understanding, so patient with him. “I don’t deserve you,” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “I think you’ve got that backwards.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest beneath your cheek. “You’re amazing, you know that?” His hand moved to your hair, gently threading his fingers through the strands before tucking a loose lock behind your ear. “I don’t tell you enough.”

“You show me,” you replied, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his chest. “Every time you come home, every time you hold me like this… you show me.”

His gaze softened even more, if that was possible, and his hand found its way back to your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before he leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one was deeper, more intent, and you sighed into it, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, holding him closer.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours once more, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. “I love you,” he whispered, the words heavy with meaning.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your voice thick with emotion.

For a while, neither of you spoke, content to just be in each other’s presence. His fingers trailed up and down your arm, his touch soothing, grounding you in the moment. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, Chan shifted slightly, pulling you up so you were eye level with him. His hand cupped your cheek again, and he gazed at you with such intensity, it made your heart flutter.

“I don’t want to waste a single second,” he murmured, his voice low and full of emotion. “Every moment with you… it’s everything.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words, the sincerity of them making your chest ache. He always had a way of saying the simplest things in a way that made them feel monumental, like every word he spoke was meant to be etched into your heart forever.

“I feel the same way,” you whispered, your fingers brushing over the stubble on his jaw, your touch light and tender. “Every second with you… it’s worth everything.”

His lips quirked up in a soft smile before he kissed you again, this time slower, deeper, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to hold you there as if he never wanted to let go. You melted into him, the warmth of his lips, the way his hand gently cupped the back of your head—it all made you feel like you were the only two people in the world.

When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to yours again, his breath coming out in soft, warm puffs against your skin. “Let’s stay like this forever,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, your heart swelling with so much love you thought it might burst. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

The movie continued playing, the soft sounds of dialogue and music filling the background, but neither of you paid it any attention. All that mattered was the two of you, curled up in each other’s arms, lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

And in that moment, with Chan’s arms around you and the weight of his love surrounding you like a warm blanket, you knew that no matter how many days or weeks passed when he wasn’t home, no matter how far away he might be, your love would always be enough.

[changbeansss]

Pocket worm pact

Pairings : Seo Changbin x reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None

You and Changbin were sprawled on the couch, the remnants of your latest binge-watch session scattered across the coffee table. The soft glow of the TV flickered in the dim light, but it didn’t really matter; your attention was entirely focused on the boy curled up beside you. His head was resting against your shoulder, and his arms were wrapped snugly around your waist. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and cherished.

“Binnie,” you said, breaking the peaceful silence. He tilted his head up to meet your gaze, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Yes, bunny?” His voice was soft, like a gentle whisper, and it made your heart flutter.

You couldn’t help but grin. You loved how he always made time to give you pet names, even when he was half-asleep. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

He blinked, taken aback, his brow furrowing in confusion. “A worm?” He chuckled lightly, the sound bubbling up like a giggle. “Why would you be a worm?”

“Just imagine it! If I turned into a squiggly little worm, would you still love me?” You prodded, your laughter mixing with his.

Changbin sat up, pretending to ponder your question seriously, stroking his chin as if he were a wise philosopher. “Hmm… well, I guess I would love you because you’d still be my bunny,” he replied, the corner of his mouth twitching into a playful smile.

“But what if I was just a slimy, wriggly creature, Binnie? I wouldn’t even have my cute little bunny ears!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up dramatically.

“Bunny ears can be overrated,” he countered, his voice full of mock seriousness. “You’d still have your adorable little face… and I could just carry you around in my pocket! Like a pocket worm!”

You burst out laughing at the image of Changbin walking around with a tiny worm version of you in his pocket, like a new-age pet. “A pocket worm? Can you imagine how chaotic that would be? I’d be like, ‘Hey, Binnie, put me down for a second! I want to explore!’”

“Exploring would be tricky with no arms or legs, don’t you think?” He teased, poking your side, making you squirm.

“True! But I’d find a way! I’d wiggle my way through the grass, just like a worm should!” You flailed your arms for emphasis, your laughter echoing off the walls.

Changbin leaned back against the couch, giggling. “You’d be the most adventurous worm out there! But I don’t think you’d like it if it rained. Worms don’t like getting washed away!”

“Yeah, but if it rains, I could just cling to you, and you’d keep me safe!” You said, leaning closer, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Plus, you’d have to make sure to feed me dirt! How romantic!”

“Dirt? That sounds gourmet!” He exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d just received shocking news. “What kind of worm would you be? A garden worm or a nightcrawler?”

“Definitely a garden worm! I want to be the kind that helps plants grow,” you declared proudly, your heart swelling at the thought.

Changbin’s expression softened, and he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re already helping me grow every day, bunny. Worm or not, I’d love you just the same.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you beamed at him. “Aww, Binnie! You’re the best boyfriend a worm could ask for!”

“I just want to make sure my pocket worm is happy,” he said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. “So, how about we make a pact?”

“A pact?” you echoed, intrigued.

“If you ever turn into a worm, I’ll turn into a giant bird. That way, I can carry you everywhere, and no rain will wash you away!” he said, grinning like a child with a bright idea.

“Deal!” you laughed, sealing your whimsical agreement with a dramatic handshake. “But let’s just hope that neither of us turns into a worm or a bird anytime soon!”

“Agreed! I prefer you as my bunny,” he said, pulling you into a tight embrace, his laughter mingling with yours.

As you cuddled together, the chaotic conversation gradually faded into the comforting rhythm of each other's breathing. You knew that with Changbin, every moment—whether as a bunny, a worm, or anything in between—was filled with love, laughter, and the delightful chaos that made your relationship so special.

[changbeansss]

Shoreline secrets

Pairings : Seungmin x reader

Genre : School au, fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings : None

Word count : 2621

The golden hues of the setting sun painted the sky as Seungmin and you walked side by side along the beach. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore created a soothing symphony, filling the comfortable silence between you two. You had always loved the beach, and Seungmin knew this, which is why he suggested this place after a long day at school.

Seungmin was known for being a tease to everyone else, but not with you. With you, he was different. He was caring, gentle, and attentive. It was something you cherished deeply, but also something that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly whenever he was near. You couldn't help but feel nervous, the fear of losing your friendship holding you back from expressing how you truly felt.

Seungmin glanced at you, noticing the way the setting sun cast a warm glow on your face. He had been harboring feelings for you for as long as he could remember, but the fear of ruining the special bond you shared kept him silent. He admired your intelligence, your passion for learning, and the way you could get lost in a book for hours. To him, you were perfect.

"Hey, nerd," Seungmin teased lightly, nudging your shoulder with his own. "What's on your mind?"

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, but a smile tugged at your lips. "Nothing much, just enjoying the view."

"Me too," Seungmin replied, his gaze fixed on you. "The view's pretty great."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. There was something different in his gaze, something that made your heart race even faster.

"Seungmin, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," you began, your voice trembling slightly. "But I'm scared."

Seungmin's expression softened, and he took a step closer to you. "What is it? You can tell me anything."

You took a deep breath, summoning all your courage. "I... I have feelings for you. I know it's risky, and I don't want to ruin our friendship, but I can't keep it to myself anymore."

For a moment, Seungmin was silent, processing your words. Then, a wide smile spread across his face, and he reached out to gently cup your cheek. "I feel the same way," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I've been scared to tell you too, afraid of losing what we have. But I can't keep it in any longer."

Relief washed over you, and you felt tears of happiness welling up in your eyes. "Really?"

"Really," Seungmin confirmed, leaning in closer. "You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose that. But I also want to be more than just friends. I want to be with you."

Before you could respond, Seungmin closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in each other's warmth.

As you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, a smile playing on your lips. "I guess we don't have to be scared anymore."

"Not anymore," Seungmin agreed, his eyes shining with love. "We'll figure it out together."

Hand in hand, you continued your walk along the beach, the fear that had once held you back now replaced with a newfound sense of hope and excitement for the future.