#changbin imagine

[euphoricdr3ams]

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She should feel something—relief, pride, maybe even joy. But instead, Y/N just sits there, staring at her room with all her art like it might give her answers. The once-beautiful pieces now feel like reminders of wasted effort. Everything around her feels muted, like she’s watching her own life through a screen. No one’s called. No one’s asked. She keeps smiling when people walk by, nodding like she’s fine. But then there’s a soft knock. And when Felix steps into the room, everything sharpens. She doesn’t have to fake it with him.

genres: written, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst,unrequited love, senior year (highschool), felix and Y/N are aged up to 17, pre-debut

Trigger Warning: underaged drinking for now

Word count: 1,770

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

A few days later:

You were lost in thought, imagining how beautiful your plaque would look on your grandmother’s shelf. So much anxiety had built up over the past few weeks — about the competition, your performance, the way people talk when they don’t know your heart.

At the end of the day, beauty is in the eye of the beholder — and some people? Their opinions are loud, different, and often just plain rude.

But winning this prize meant everything. No, it wasn’t first place. But damn, something is better than nothing — and this “something” came with a book stipend for the semester. That sweetened the win in a way only you could understand. Not just because of the money, but because of what it meant: someone saw value in what you made. In what you loved.

Now, all you wanted to do was go home. Your real home. Nana’s house. Your safe space. And tell the people who actually mattered.

The ones who believed in you.

The ones who held your hand through the ugliest moments.

The ones who made you feel seen.

On the bus ride, you sat by the window with music humming in your ears, letting the city blur by while you reflected on how far you’d come. The ache in your chest had softened — not gone, but quieter now. Halfway through the trip, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, smiling as you texted the one person who celebrated your wins like they were his own:

Y/N: I won 3rd place in the competition. It’s just a book stipend for one semester tho 😭 Lix: Sounds like a giant win to me 😀 I’m so proud of you. We need to celebrate. Y/N: I’m heading to Nana’s if you wanna debrief Lix: I’ll be over after dinner 💫

You locked your phone and looked up at the familiar painting in the front hallway of Nana’s place — a lotus flower blooming from murky water. She always said it reminded her of you.

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe it.

Maybe what they say about rebirth and new beginnings is true.

Maybe you can break away from the life your father tried to program into you.

And maybe, just maybe…

You can breathe again. You can be free — like the brush strokes in your paintings.

Not gonna lie, your heart sank a little when you walked into the quiet apartment. You were hoping to show Gramps your shiny new trophy — something he could proudly brag about at the senior center. But it’s fine.

You took a deep breath, a smile tugging at your lips as the excitement bubbled up again, and reached for your phone.

You couldn’t wait any longer.

“Oh look, Munchkin is on the line — come, Ha-rin!” your grandfather called out, his voice cheerful through the speaker.

“Yes, Gramps,” you laughed, “I thought y’all would’ve been here.”

“We took a little spontaneous trip to the lakehouse,” your Nana chimed in. “It’s peaceful out here. The water’s calming. Are you planning to stay the night?”

“I’m not sure... most likely. Is that okay?” you asked gently, not wanting to overstep the open-door welcome they’d always offered you.

“Don’t ask such silly questions, you know your room — with all your beautiful art — will always be open to you, Munchkin.”

Your shoulders relaxed a little. Nana always knew how to soothe your soul, without even trying. You were just grateful. Grateful for her, for this space, for this kind of love.

And especially grateful, knowing none of it was promised.

“Yes, I think I’ll stay then. I actually have some good news,” you said, trying not to sound too giddy. “You know that piece I’ve been working on? Well... Lix convinced me to submit it. And I got 3rd place — with a book stipend for my first year of college. As long as I keep a 3.33 GPA.”

There was a pause. Then Nana’s voice, soft but full of emotion:

“Ahh, that’s amazing, my beautiful girl. You’re so perfect. I’m so, so proud of you. And I know your mother would be too.”

You heard her voice dip ever so slightly at the mention of your mom — her only daughter, gone too soon to breast cancer.

You don’t talk about it often, but you’ve always known. Known that your mom’s side of the family made a silent vow, one you were never meant to overhear — to protect you no matter what.

Even though you never said it out loud, they could sense the shift at home. The coldness that seeped in after your dad’s remarriage. The way you stopped shining so brightly.

“Thanks, Nana,” you whispered. “I’m gonna put the trophy on the shelf. I really miss Mom… but it’s nice to know that this piece — out of all of them — this one made it.”

You exhaled deeply, trying to settle the emotion sitting in your throat.

“Anyway... I’ll let you get back to your getaway.”

“Be safe, Munchkin. And please remember to water the plants for us.”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you more. Bye.”

You place the trophy gently on the shelf, like it might shatter if you breathe too loud. It doesn’t feel like a win. It feels... small. Quiet. Like you’re clapping alone in an empty theater.

Your eyes catch that photo—Magic Kingdom, your mom’s arms around you, both of you smiling like nothing in the world could break you. Back then, nothing had.

Your heart stirs at the memory — how she noticed the way your fingers danced with pencils before you ever understood what it meant to create. She bought sketchbooks before you even asked. Signed you up for art classes. Sat in the car with coffee and patience. She knew. She saw you.

And then she left. And everything froze in place like the moment before a fall.

Since then, it’s been you. You and internet tutorials. You and forum threads. You and silence. Because art school costs too much, and your dad spent that money on a woman who still calls you “kiddo” like she earned it.

This scholarship? It’s not just money. It’s hope. A whisper that maybe you can do both. Be both. Law student and artist. Practical and passionate. His approval and your own.

Your phone buzzes. Your father’s name lights the screen like a warning.

Your body tenses — muscle memory. You already know what’s coming.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hey, kiddo. You coming home for dinner? You finish your thing?”

Your thing. Like it’s nothing.

“No, I’m at Nana’s. Lix and I are hanging out. I just wanted to put up the prize I won.”

“A prize? That’s nice. Did they give you an iPod or something?”

An iPod? You blink. Swallow.

“I got a scholarship. It’ll help cover books.”

“Oh wow. Didn’t know your doodles could pay off.”

There it is. The twist of the knife, casual and clean.

“Yeah. Not much, but... it helps. I’m still thinking of double majoring.”

Silence on his end. Just enough of it to make you feel stupid for speaking.

You sit down. The room tilts a little.

“Oh, you were serious about that?” He chuckles, but it’s not kind. “Look, I just want you to have a future, you know? This art stuff — it’s not real. It’s not secure.”

You want to scream. Instead, you nod into the silence.

“I know. I’m still going to law school. Art’s just something... fun. On the side.”

Your voice fades mid-sentence. Even you can barely hear it.

“That’s good. Just keep your eye on the prize, kiddo. What you do now decides your whole life. Me and your mom have high expectations.”

Your jaw tightens.

Your mom is gone. And that woman? That woman is a cardboard cutout pretending to be soft.

“Understood,” you say.

You sound like a stranger in your own throat.

“Anyway,” he says, “we’re taking your sister to Chuck E. Cheese. Her friends are sleeping over. They’ll be in your room. Just stay at Nana’s for the weekend.”

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll see you Sunday.”

“Love you.”

“Love you more.”

Click.

The silence that follows is heavier than the call. You don’t cry. You don’t speak. You just sit there, staring at the photo like it might move. Like maybe, if you stare long enough, she’ll reach through the frame and pull you back into that hug.

If dreams really came true... that’s the one you’d ask for.

You don’t really know what to call this state you’re in.

But you keep going — doing everything your grandparents asked, and even a few things they didn’t. You turn on some random background channel just to have noise fill the silence. It’s easier that way. Like your thoughts have shut off completely.

Your dad’s voice lingers like a bruise. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s all stupid.

You're wiping down the counter when your phone buzzes. Felix’s face lights up the screen, his contact photo catching you off guard. You’d almost forgotten you had plans to see him.

You pull off the trick: emotions packed away in an invisible box, and in their place, the magic show of a perfect friend.

You don’t want to be a burden. He’s got his own life, his own stress. He shouldn’t have to deal with whatever mess is sitting inside you.

But the second you step aside and he walks in — cracking a joke, kicking off his shoes — something in you stirs. Because it’s fun. Casual. Light. It’s nostalgic. It’s like your body forces a shift in the mood. You hide everything under a smile and a hug.

The air’s tense. You’re stiff, shoulders tight, eyes a little too wide when you laugh.

Felix doesn’t push — not yet — but he’s not blind either.

"Hey, where’s this trophy? I wanna see my favorite person’s latest accomplishment."

“It’s not much of an accomplishment... but it’s over there.”

“Hey,” he says, already walking toward it, “it’s a huge deal. I’m so proud of you.”

You shrug, unable to meet his eyes. “Yeah, but like…”

You trail off. He wouldn’t get it. He’s about to go chase his dreams — he’s risking everything. You couldn’t even handle a conversation with your dad.

“But it’s so cool,” he insists. “Come on, let’s do a shot. We’re not here to work or worry. Let’s just have fun tonight.”

He pours the drinks and raises his glass.

“To the new Frida Kahlo.”

You clink glasses. Take the shot. But something about it feels wrong. Like the celebration doesn’t belong to you.

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Author's Note: Had to split chapter 3 into 2 pts since it was so long. Hope you enjoyed this. let me know what you think

[bbokicidal]

Soft & Creamy | Cotton Candy

Possibly the best thing you will ever put in your mouth.

Changbin ☼ Smut ☼ Mentions of sex (PinV, oral, anal, etc.), Lingerie, Skinship ☼ The post that started it all

Chan | Lino | Changbin | Hyune | Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Hot Fudge - A sexual fantasy of his

Changbin DREAMS of having you choking on his cock; He's really into facefucking. The idea of your mouth stretching around his length, his tip kissing and prodding the back of your throat to make you gag and drool around him - God, it all turns him on so badly. Every time he really needs to get off, that's what he'll picture. Or you marking his biceps, but that's a topic for another time.

Caramel Sauce - What he watches/listens to/indulges in to get off

I'm like 90% sure that he could watch anything and as long as there's sex involved, he'll be able to get off because he's just not a picky guy. BUT it can't be from a site with too many ads because he will get distracted and he can't multitask!

Strawberry Drizzle - Something non-sexual that turns him on

When you wear tighter fitting clothing. Could be a tighter compression shirt for working out or something, jeans that fit your hips nicely, or a dress that is snug to your curves. Anything, really! And the only reason it turns him on is because you mentioned once how much you love when he wears compression shirts and since then he's started paying more attention to what you both wear.

Chocolate Chips - If he's interested in threesomes/orgys

He's not, to be honest. He has no interest in sharing you with any of the guys or anyone else in general - man, woman, in between, off the spectrum - You're his and he'd like to keep it that way. <3 (He's not even into threesome porn either.)

Peanuts - His favorite position

Mm, man loves when you ride him. He's such a sucker for being on the bottom and feeling like you have a little control over him. He's not submissive, not really at least, but sometimes if you treat him really well you might get a nice whimper out of him. Also, he likes being restrained so you should tie him to the headboard or lace some nice rope around his biceps or... sumn. ;)

Candied Almonds - His favorite location to be intimate

He prefers anywhere BUT the bedroom. The bedroom is fine but sometimes it feels... too private, maybe. He doesn't like threesomes or orgys but that doesn't mean he doesn't like making sure people hear your moans, so.. yeah! He's not gonna say no to having sex with you in the dressing room where people can hear.

Whipped Cream - What he prefers his partner to wear during intimacy

Nothing. Plain and simple. Get naked. Get all that lace off and all that stringy shit and PLEASE no candy underwear. Just wear nothing and Changbin will be happy. (But he lowkey loves a good reveal so like.. slowly taking off your robe after you shower in front of him? He eats that shit up and will absolutely pounce on you.)

Marshmallow Topping - Where he likes to be touched

Absolutely on his arms. But also.. his sides. He's a little bit ticklish but he really does like when you caress his body and not just over the very prominent muscle. He likes when you touch his soft areas, too, like his tummy. He loves it, to be honest, because it makes him feel like (and reminds him) that you aren't just with him because of his impressive physique. You love all of him. ~

Cherries - His favorite toys/If he likes using toys

He's not super into toys but very rarely you might get him to use a plug on you. Except it's not.. actually a toy, he's just cockwarming you because he's so thick and even when he's soft it's perfect to keep his cum in you. <33

Coconut Flakes - How he likes it (soft/rough/etc)

Either or! He's okay with both. If you're in the dressing room and he's purposefully trying to get you to be loud he's definitely going to go rough on you, using your shoulders as leverage to pull you back against him. He fucks hard and we all know it.

Sprinkles - His favorite part of your body

Tits/Pecs man, not gonna lie. He loves boobs of all sizes and the reason he loves them most is because he's obsessed with making sure your nipples get attention using his mouth, his hands, anything. He loves spitting on them, drooling all over them, sucking and biting. He just loves having them in his mouth I make the rules.

Oreos - His favorite intimate act (oral/vaginal/etc)

Oral is definitely Changbin's favorite. Specifically, and I am firm on this belief; Road head. Have you seen the way he drives with one hand and leans back so comfortably? He's absolutely the type to give you plenty of space to suck his cock and his free hand can be all tangled in your hair to hold it back. AUGHHHH-

M&Ms - An instant turn on for him

When you show appreciation to his body. Touching and groping his arms? He's blushing. Caressing his waist and hips? He's chubbing up. Talking about how good his back looks when he gets out of the shower? He's creaming in that towel. And if you even LOOK at his thighs when he wears shorts, he's going to pin you down and fuck you right then and there. So don't let him catch you! Unless that's something you want him to do. ~

Reeses Pieces - His favorite act of foreplay

He doesn't have a favorite other than.. sucking on titty. But if he had to choose something it would be generally worshipping your body before you two get to the finale. He loves touching all over you, kissing your skin, marking you up a little so you know how much he loves every inch of your body. (Your chest is always covered in bite marks though.)

Pretzels - What position he oftens takes in bed (top/bottom/vers)

He's a top, but if you play your cards right then there's a chance he'll be a little more submissive in bed. AKA what I mentioned earlier w/ tying him up and riding him.

Graham Crackers - His favorite part of his own body

He really does like his physique, and he loves it even more because of how much appreciation you show it. Specifically, he likes his arms and how much you ogle them and Felix oops who said that and gawk at them. He's always flexing around you and finding any excuse to be able to show off his strength, though he often forgets it's not just for show.

Sea Salt - A roleplay scenario he wants to try

Honestly Changbin isn't super into roleplaying BUT if he had to pick one it would be officer + prisoner/you just being someone he's arresting, all because he saw how much you drooled over the skzcode episode where they wore officer uniforms.

Popping Pearls - How he sexts/If he sexts

He sexts. OH BABY HE SEXTS. Absolutely is sending you pics of his leaking cock when he gets hard at the studio for whatever reason, asks you if you want to come help and then showing you videos of him jerking off because you're 'taking too long.'

[httpdwaekki]

cuddly | hyung line

summary: texting hyung line when you’re high n cuddly.

ss: 8

warning: nothing? high!reader, a hint of hyunibini in bin’s, little!reader if u squint really hard.

a/n: i was high and wanted cuddles lol. i might do maknae line next time if u guys want em :3 anywho, i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, take ur meds and ily <3

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[siriuslymooned]

Things Changbin would send you...

Your emotional support Changbin. He always tells you, if you ever get the urge to text your ex, text me instead. I'll cheer you up.

(1) New Message from Binnie 🩷

It's hard now but I promise it will be better soon

And if needed... I'll hurt him for hurting you. Just say the word.

[xoxo-lixie]

Tough Guy ᝰ.ᐟ

Paring- Changbin x Reader

Summary- Y/N brags about Changbin on the phone, making him shy. He tries to act tough, snatches the phone, and silences her with a kiss—only for her to tease him even more.

Y/N lay sprawled out on the couch, phone pressed against her ear, a smug smile stretching across her lips. The apartment was peaceful except for the faint clatter coming from the kitchen—where her boyfriend, Changbin, was pretending not to listen.

She knew better.

“So, I’m just saying,” Y/N continued, kicking her legs up onto the armrest, “if there was an award for best boyfriend, Changbin would win. No competition. He’s just that perfect.”

From the kitchen, a utensil clattered onto the counter. Y/N smirked.

Her friend on the other end laughed. “Oh? And what makes him so perfect?”

“Oh, where do I even start?” Y/N drawled dramatically, making sure her voice carried. “First of all, have you seen him? Like, I get to wake up every day and see the most gorgeous man ever. It’s honestly unfair to everyone else.”

A muffled cough came from the kitchen. Changbin had his back turned, but she could see the tips of his ears glowing red.

She grinned. Time to turn it up a notch.

“And don’t even get me started on how strong he is. He picks me up like I weigh nothing.” Y/N sighed dreamily. “He could probably carry me with one arm while rapping flawlessly. Actually, scratch that—he has done that before.”

Changbin finally turned, narrowing his eyes at her. “Y/N.”

She waved him off, still talking into the phone. “Oh, and you should hear how deep his voice gets when he’s serious. Like, wow. It’s honestly illegal how attractive he is.”

Changbin groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but the pink on his cheeks was unmistakable. “Baby…” he muttered.

“Oh, oh! And you should see how soft he is when he thinks no one’s looking,” Y/N continued, biting back a laugh. “He acts all tough, but last night? He cuddled me so tight in his sleep and mumbled, ‘I love you’.”

Changbin’s head snapped up. “Y/N—”

She gasped dramatically. “Oh, no! He’s getting embarrassed!”

“I am not,” he huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m just—you’re lying.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you didn’t say you love me in your sleep?”

Changbin opened his mouth, then closed it. His jaw tensed as if he were searching for a counterargument. Finally, he grumbled, “…That’s not the point.”

Y/N beamed in victory. “See? He’s so cute.”

Changbin, unable to take any more of her teasing, strode toward the couch and plucked the phone straight from her hand.

“Hey!” Y/N protested.

Changbin held the phone up to his ear, his voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. “She has to go. She’s too busy embarrassing me.” Without another word, he hung up and tossed the phone onto the coffee table.

Y/N pouted. “Rude.”

Changbin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You really like talking about me that much?”

She grinned, reaching up to poke his cheek. “I mean, you are my favorite topic.”

He groaned, but his lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you love it,” she teased, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together.

He exhaled slowly, his tough-guy act crumbling under her playful gaze. Then, without another word, he leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

Y/N blinked when he pulled away, slightly breathless. “W-Whoa.”

Changbin smirked, finally regaining the upper hand. “That should keep you quiet for a bit.”

She stared at him for a moment before breaking into a laugh. “Oh, now you wanna act all cool?”

“Always been cool,baby,” he said smugly, though his pink ears betrayed him.

Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled him back down for another kiss. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night, tough guy.”

[dreamescapeswriting]

heyyy i love your writing!!!I was wondering if you could write a reaction/drabble or whichever you prefer about the skz boys' being rejected by yn. Thank you, ily!

⤜WORD COUNT: 1.1K

⤜PAIRING: Changbin x GN!Reader

⤜GENRE: Rejection but still friends piece, established friendship, awkward moment, drabble, first time writing in a while and feel out of practice lmao, was fun to write though, miss writing little drabble pieces

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2025

⤜MASTERLIST

Changbin had always prided himself on not being afraid of much in his life. He was fearless on stage, unwavering in the studio, and tried to be bold in the face of everything he had to face. But tonight...standing in front of you with his heart laid bare, he was terrified. His hands couldn't stop shaking and his stomach felt as though he was diving into the depths below him and he couldn't think straight.

He'd had all of this planned in his head, what he would say and do when it came down to it. Everything was perfect in his head but now that he was here...now that it was actually happening none of it was going the way he had envisioned it to.

He had been holding onto these feelings for longer than he could admit, burying them beneath layers of friendship, laughter, and small passing touches that he had convinced himself meant something. But he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t pretend that his heart didn’t pound whenever you smiled at him, that his chest didn’t ache whenever the two of you were apart and he couldn't ignore the way his heart fluttered whenever you text him. You were sitting across from him on the sofa as you ate a bowl of popcorn, it was your regular hang-out night at the dorms and the two of you had paused the movie while Chan went off on the phone somewhere,

"And I was telling Chan that-"

“I like you,” he said cutting you off midsentence, the words tumbling out before he lost his nerve and before he could even think it through properly or lost the courage.

“I’ve liked you for a long time.” He finally said again and you stared at him. Popcorn forgotten as you blinked a little.

The tense silence stretched between you both, thick and heavy. He could see the way your eyes widened in surprise, how your lips parted as if to say something but no words came out. You had no idea what to even say to him, you loved him...but as a friend. He had always been so easy to talk to, your safe space, the one person who never failed to make you laugh, who stood by you even when you felt like you had no one else. But you had never thought of him in that way.

The thought of breaking his heart was breaking you instead so you did your best to think of something, anything, to say to him.

He had hoped—no, prayed—for anything but the look you gave him now just screamed regret.

“Changbin…” You sighed, looking down at your hands as you put the bowl to the side and swallowed nervously. And he knew it now, he knew what was coming and he just wanted to rewind time and stop himself from saying anything about the matter.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, the guilt evident in your voice. You didn't know whether to reach for his hand or if it would hurt him too much. Your eyes found his and he was smiling tightly,

“You mean so much to me, but I don’t… I don’t feel that way.” A sharp sting settled in his chest, but he refused to let it show. Instead, he forced another smile onto his face, nodding as if he understood, as if the very foundation of his world wasn’t crumbling beneath him.

“It’s okay,” he said, and he meant it. It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t force your heart to feel something it didn’t. But by God, did it hurt him. You looked at him as you bit down on your lip, reaching out and rubbing his hand softly in a soothing way,

"Binnie...I-I don't want to lose you," You whispered, maybe it was selfish of you to not want to lose someone you held so close,

"But I get it if you need the space," You added quietly, squeezing his hand as he nodded silently, slowly getting up and retreating back to his room without another word or even a glance in your direction.

"Where did Bin, go?" Chan asked as he finally came back to the room, your heart dropping as you realized everything was going to change from then on.

For weeks, things between the two of you were completely different. The easy comfort between you was replaced with tension that felt as though it was going to snap at any given moment. The two of you were doing your best not to upset the other one that it was just making the whole situation worse than it needed to be. Changbin tried to act normal, to be the same friend he always was to you, but he knew that you were the one walking on eggshells around him. It was as though you were doing your best not to upset him but it upset him more in the long run. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were. You were one of the most important people in his life.

Tonight, as you sat together in the dorms you played with the edge of your jumper, avoiding eye contact with him. The two of you had agreed to have a movie night and you wanted to do it so things wouldn't be weird yet it only ended up being weirder.

The movie was paused and you looked up from the frayed edges of your hoodie to meet Changbin who was now sitting on the coffee table in front of you.

“Look, I don’t want this to ruin us,” he admitted, looking at you for the first time in the eyes in weeks and you nodded along with him.

“I won’t lie and say it doesn’t hurt, but… I still want to be in your life and I can't do that if the two of us are too scared to even say a word to each other..." You looked him in the eyes. You'd been so worried about hurting him that you hadn't even noticed that walking on eggshells WAS hurting him.

"I didn't want to say or do anything wrong if it meant losing you, Binnie...I-I was worried I'd push you away if I went back to how things were." You finally admit and relief washed over you as you reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. He smiled at that, a real smile this time. And while the ache in his heart didn’t disappear overnight, he knew he’d be okay.

"I miss the way things were. I need my friend back, who else am I going to complain about the boys to?" he asked, nudging your shoulder softly as you let out a small laugh.

"Let's make a deal not to be weird around each other...yeah?" You looked at him and he nodded, shaking your hand in agreement and smiling as you both relaxed around one another. Sinking back into your seats and starting the movie over so that you could actually pay attention this time.

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Stay the Night

○ Changbin/Seungmin/ F!Reader #PolyFluff

● yelling mentioned, isolating, depressive phase, kisses, cuddles, love confession

○ circa 2000 words

Part 1

Part 2

Changbin knows what he is doing is weak. It hurts you. It hurts him, but he can't find himself to approach you. 

Throughout the past few days he's been staying locked up in his room. That is when he isn't at work or in the gym. Ever since he yelled at you out of nowhere he commits to isolation. 

You notified him that there is a meal prepared for him. It was enough for him to snap, and now he can't snap out of it anymore.

Seungmin stays with him each night. His presence comforts him, but your absence can't be overshadowed. 

You are not exchangeable. Seungmin is not a backup.The presence of one doesn't automatically eliminate his capacity to miss the other. 

That is what most people don't get, it's not about him having almost unlimited access to receiving. It is not what exterior factors add to his life alone. It is about his intern world. 

He loves Seungmin. And he loves you. And it happens to work out that Seungmin and you love him, too, as well as another. It is commitment to people who understand each other under the premise of a concept called ‘love’.

Seungmin is sweet to him. He offers to listen. He offers to get along with silence, but he also reminds Changbin of his wrongdoings. It is what people mean when they talk about being loved unconditionally, including all flaws. 

Changbin knows that shutting you out so harshly isn't a loving thing to do. It is not love concerning you because if Changbin is honest with himself, he just doesn't have the capacity for that right now. 

He has always found himself in the role of a protector when it comes to you. He is strong, physically, but especially mentally. He wants you to rely on him, but over time, he grew too familiar with only that part of himself.

The part where he is vulnerable, scared, incapable, and is well suppressed to make sure that he remains approachable. He wanted you to come to him with every nuance on your mind, and for that, he turned more and more into a blank canvas, believing that is how he can invite you to fill the space authentically.

 

°•○●○•°

'At least look at her', Seungmin sighs, one night being back in Changbin's bed, one arm lazily wrapped around the older man's shoulder. 

Changbin hums. He misses looking into your eyes, but he fears what he might discover there. 

'Does she mention me?', Changbin asks silently, feeling awkward to talk about you as if you lived far away.

'No, but, hmm', Seungmin pauses.

'I see how her eyes linger on your door. She doesn't say it, she doesn't have to, but she misses you immensely', Seungmin finishes and nuzzles his face into the pillow beneath him. 

'I miss her, too', Changbin whispers, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. 

The pqst nights were defined by his sniffles, and so is this.

Seungmin never gives a strong reaction to Changbin's tears. He is a quiet man, speaking the loudest through his commitment to being present. 

°•○●○•°

You pass by Changbin's door. It is silent inside his room, but you know he is in there.

Seungmin appears. 

'Just knock', he speaks softly. 

It's his default tone ever since Changbin yelled at you. Seungmin treats you as if you were about to burst into millions of pieces when confronted with anything but obvious kindness. 

'He doesn't want to see me', you respond,

'He said so.'

Seungmin places his hands on your shoulders and spins you around to look you in the eyes. 

'He loves you. You know that, right?', he asks sternly, his touch gently pressing you slightly into the floor, reminding you that you are in a stable environment. 

'Is he alright?', you ask.

'He just needs time', Seungmin responds.

He nods over to the door with an encouraging smile. 

'He is always there if you want to see him, just that maybe it's on you to approach him this time'.

°•○●○•°

His breathing is louder than the knock.

Still, he registers it. It's only one person whose initiative is so damn quiet, yet never too quiet for Chanbin to miss.

He pushes himself out of bed and towards the door. Thinking of you standing right in front of him makes his heart scream, desperately begging his body to translate its desire into a vocal expression that could reach you. 

He counts the lines in the wooden door.

He mentally scans his body, feeling at which parts his clothes touch his skin and where he can find gaps between him and the fabric. If you were to hug him, there would only be a chance to concentrate on sensations that are ultimately linked to you. 

It's his favourite memories, laying in bed with Seungmin and you, cuddling with the both of you. It is then that it's allowed to treat each other in ways that would have let him end up feeling ashamed in the past. If it weren't for him to know who he is and what he wants now, his confidence would still depend on initial internalizations.

He freed himself from conditioned limitations and Seungmin, and you only benefit his journey of discovering what freedom looks like to him. 

Reminiscing about you feels safe, but the time that Changbin lets pass by doesn't.

You could have walked away a long time ago.

Carefully, he pulls the door open. 

'Hi'

'Come in', Changbin says in a rush, his heart beating a hole into his chest, and he needs to hold you against it to keep his heart where it belongs.

°•○●○•°

You are pulled inside with a gentle yet dedicated tug on your hand.

He closes the door behind you, and only then you notice him breathing, his shoulders dropping in relaxation. 

'I missed you', he says, and you wished you could laugh.

'I just- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I shouldn't have pushed you away. I am cruel. You deserve better', he apologizes. 

There is a step towards you, you observe, feeling his warmth rushing with him and slightly reaching you despite the empty space between him and you.

Then he returns to a broader distance, waiting, tears forming in his eyes.

°•○●○•°

'I only told you that I made food for you.'

Changbin hates hearing your broken voice, knowing you are still hurt by his actions.

It's good that you are, he believes. It's good that you feel hurt when treated unfairly. It's a good sign that you are capable of encountering the world emotionally, aware of your emotions, in tune with your being. 

'I never thanked you', he mumbles.

'Thank you for caring for me', he hushes, the breath he needs to form the words painfully rushing through his throat, a stinging echoing in his eyes, his head. 

'Of course I care for you!'

It's a cry of frustrated truth that Changbin tried to hide away from.

He caches you when you latch onto him, embracing him in a hug with your whole being, and he breaks down in silent sobs. 

He doesn't stop.

It needs Seungmin to come and help you manoeuvring Changbin back into bed where he rolls into himself, forming a little sobbing ball. 

Seungmin pulls the blanket tightly around him and places a tender kiss on top of his head, playing with his curls with one hand and patting his arm with the other. He whispers something to you inaudible, but Changbin's tiny nod tells you that communication works between the two.

 

Then he comes over to you and hugs you, makes eye contact and leans down, waits a moment, and then kisses you.

'I love you', he says. 

You love him. You can't say it out loud... not yet, but you do. 

This is the first time Seungmin said the three words to you.

You always assumed he liked you enough that it could potentially become love, but you didn't dare to hope. The constellation of you three seemed fragile enough.

Seungmin is always quiet. You just had to trust in his actions. Until now. 

It's on you now to come up with words.

All you know to do is to stay close to Seungmin, feeling him, his warmth, the vibration in his chest when he hums as he always does when he has you in his arms. 

It's a melodic hum that enchants you, making time and space irrelevant. It's the sound of safety. Perhaps this is how Seungmin prefers to use his voice. 

You told Changbin many times that you love Seungmin, but you never told Seungmin.

In his presence, you fall silent. 

You lack action when it comes to Changbin. You lack words when it comes to Seungmin. 

°•○●○•°

Seungmin leaves with a smile. He closes the door behind him and leaves Changbin, and you be.

The mattress dips as he senses you carefully approaching him. Lifting the blanket to let you under it comes easily to him. 

'Come here', he lets out in quiet excitement. 

'It smells like both of you', you tell him when you nuzzle into the pillow. 

'I missed you', Changbin responds.

'I didn't know I could come to you', you explain, facing him. 

'I know. I haven't made it easy for you', he recalls. 

'It should come easily to me, naturally', you sigh, frustrated. 

'It shouldn't. It's good that you are hesitant after my antics', he praises. 

'I hate that I made you feel unsafe in your actions, your initiative, even in you liking me. I am sorry', he says. 

'Is it easier to be open with Seungmin than with me?', you ask him, a hint of a smile appearing when you speak your both lover's name. 

'It is. For some reason, I expect less of me when I'm with him', he says. 

'Do you expect more from him than from me?', you challenge. 

It makes Changbin chuckle. 

'No. I don't expect anything from any of you than just to be.'

It falls silent for a while.

Then Changbin speaks again. 

'He finally told you', he laughs out. 

'He did!', you yelp and sit up, looking down at Changbin with a huge grin on your face. 

'Gosh, I love him, too', you sigh and fall back against the pillow. 

Changbin rearranges the blanket around you. 

'And I didn't even say it back', you groan and clap your hands onto your forehead. 

'He knows', Changbin tells. 

'He doesn't expect anything from you either', he reminds. 

'It's just- When I'm with him, I suddenly don't have anything to say. I just sit there and absorb everything of him. He could do nothing, and I'd still be speechless, and my heart would beat so loud. He probably grew annoyed with the constant background noise.'

Changbin caresses your stomach and places a kiss on your cheek, his nose slightly pressing against you, cold. 

'Are you freezing?', you gasp and envelop him further into the blanket and your hug, pulling him impossibly close. 

'I bet it's his favourite sound', he promises and cuddles into you. 

'I love you, Changbin', you whisper and place a kiss on top of his head.

'I love you, too', he returns. 

'If it wasn't a meal, what was it that you needed from me?', you ask. 

'I don't know. That's why I was frustrated. I suddenly didn't know how I wanted you anymore, because I couldn't understand how I wanted to be needed. I am so stressed. Even when I try, I can't relax.I think I just want you to come to me. There's no reason, but you wanting to be with me. I only feel like being in my room, but I still - it's selfish, I know - want you and Seungmin to come and be with me', he explains, slowly, pushing out word by word. 

'You can be selfish with us. You can be anything. Thank you for explaining it to me', you say. 

°•○●○•°

You wake up when the room is entirely dark, Changbin's arm loosely wrapped around you, and another figure is lying on your other side. It is a blanketless shell that lets out a soft snore. 

Carefully, you slip out of bed and rush to your room, returning with another blanket and pillow. With a gentle motion, you push your palm under Seungmin's cheek to lift his head enough to bring the fluffy pillow under him. He stirs a bit but immediately buries his face in the plush. The blanket he receives without reaction, but Changbin grunts behind you, and you feel him lifting his body.

'Where have you been?', he asks sleepily and rubs your upper arm, gently pushing your back closer to the bed. 

'Making Seungmin comfy', you whisper. 

'Oh, he's so cute', Changbin giggles when he looks over you. 

'You're down bad for him', you laugh and lightly tap on his chest. 

'I am, for both of you', he confesses and leans down, his lips halting only mere centimetres in front of yours. 

'May I?', he asks, impatience sounding through his observant demeanour.

'Yeah', you exhale, your breath painting his lips, and he returns your breath when he pushes his lips into yours.

°•○●○•°

Part 1

Part 2

[stayteezdreams]

Bf!Skz Favorite Habits Headcanons

Headcanons: BF!Stray Kids and their favorite habits of yours

Requested By: @thunderous-wolf

Pairings: Bf!Skz x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Not all of these will be relatable of course, and some are a bit personally fulfilling. Headcanons related to food/eating in Changbins, Seungmin & I.N's.

Words: 1.6k

Bang Chan:

Bang Chan loves listening to you hum or sing quietly as you are working or doing errands.

Your soft voice or hummed melodies send a gentle comfort through him that makes him happy.

He also uses it as an indicator to tell how you are feeling.

If you are stressed or upset in any way, you tend to stop humming or singing.

This allows him to know something is up without you having to tell him anything.

You are always confused how he could tell when you weren't showing any signs (that you knew of).

In a similar vein, you often drum or tap your fingers or pen/pencil when you are lost in thought.

He also finds this quite cute and sometimes get distracted while watching you hum and tap your fingers as you work.

When you come back to your senses you often find him staring at you with an adoring smile on his face.

Chan can't help himself sometimes and when you are humming or singing he will join in.

He sometimes pulls you into his arms and starts singing and dancing with you to make you laugh.

Lee Know:

Minho always notices your habit of stacking, straightening or lining up objects.

Your notebooks are always stacked straight, your pencils lined up or placed in their own holders.

You sort your belongings like books in very specific orders, that might only make sense to you.

If you notice crooked paintings or objects you subtly straighten them.

Every time he notices he smiles softly to himself.

He is always careful not to mess up the way you straighten things.

He also has his own habit of noting this, so if he ever has to use something, he will put it back the exact way it was.

If he wants to playfully annoy you he will purposefully move something so its crooked while making eye contact with you.

Peak cat behavior.

You also tend to by matching things. Decorations, kitchenware, pencils, notebooks, etc, that all match or go well with stuff you already own.

So if he ever buys you anything, he makes sure it matches.

Even at his dorm, he has a mug that matches his own so you can use it.

He uses this habit of yours as an excuse to buy cute matching couple stuff, even though he also likes matching with you (but he wont admit it).

Changbin:

Changbin finds amusement in the way you eat food.

Saving the best bite till last. Eating everything individually, eating your least favorite thing first, and leaving your favorite food until last, things like that.

He noticed it early on in your relationship, and it eventually bled into his own eating habits.

He would find himself saving the perfect bite until last, or his favorite food till the end.

He didn't notice he was doing it at first until I.N pointed it out.

If you have particular ingredients you don't like, you pick them out and put them on the side.

If Changbin orders food for you, he does this ahead of time so you don't have too.

He also finds your gym/work out routines adorable.

The way you psyche yourself up, and then prepare the perfect playlist of songs before you start anything.

He also notices how you do the same stretches in order each time before your workout.

If you ever miss out on any or skip them he knows you aren't feeling it that day, and often tries to psyche you up himself or will tell you to rest and not force yourself.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin loves that when the two of you are hanging out, you often doodle or sketch things on loose paper.

He will find little doodles on sticky notes or pieces of paper he was going to throw out.

They make him smile because they are little reminders of you, so he often keeps them when he finds them.

If you are in college, he will sometimes flip through your notebooks and see all of the little drawings you did when you got distracted or bored during class.

When the two of you are hanging out doing nothing, he will purposefully give you a pencil and paper, or he will give you his arm to doodle on.

He jokes about getting some of the things you drew on him tattooed, but you would never let him. (But he definitely thinks about it)

He thinks it would be a nice reminder to always have you with him.

But he settles for taking his sketchbook with him and often flipping through the pages he let you sketch on.

Sometimes you take turns on a drawing, adding to it randomly, like a co-op piece. You did it with some paintings as well.

He has a few of these framed.

Han:

Han was confused at first, when he would find his hoodie ties braided or tied into knots.

It wasn't until one day when the two of you were lounging together that he noticed you absentmindedly making a decorative knot out of the tie on your own hoodie.

It clicked in his mind that it was you who had been doing it to his when you would wear them.

He thought it was adorable, and began purposefully wearing hoodies with long strings on them so you could play with them when cuddling.

At times when you are fidgety or antsy, or even just bored Han will ask you to play with his hair, knowing you will add little braids and get distracted by doing it.

It's his way of not only silently comforting you, but it also makes him feel good.

Yes he does forget about the braids and leave them in, often resulting in teasing from the others.

He doesn't care though and just calls them love braids, displaying them with pride.

Sometimes he takes selfies of them and sends them to you, 'The others keep making fun of me, but I love it!'

Felix:

Felix notices a lot about you, and something he noticed that he absolutely adores, is your habit of silent acts of service.

The way you help people without them noticing, or you making it obvious.

Casually fixing something without someone noticing. Picking up something they dropped without realizing. Making sure they don't hit their head when they reach down to do something.

You have a knack of noticing when someone wants something but is too shy or afraid to ask for it.

So you do it for them. Whether it is getting a drink, listening to them speak when others are talking, or asking them to do something with you, when in reality it was what they wanted and you are silently helping them to achieve it.

Felix is similar in this way so he noticed you do it as well.

He admires it and adores it and believes it shows just how lovely of a person you are.

You are also the type to pick up trash on the street, tell people is their shoes are untied, or if they have something in their teeth even if they are strangers.

You do the things you wish more people did for you, and Felix loves this about you.

Seungmin:

Seungmin notices your routines, big and small.

It ranges from doing the same steps every morning and evening with your facial care, taking showers at the same time of day, when you have your meals if your not working, etc.

He was able to figure out your routines pretty quickly so now he motions himself around them so you do them together.

This turns into him sharing the bathroom with you and being a menace.

Messing you up when you are brushing your teeth, cause you to smear toothpaste on your chin.

Him taking a shower as you are doing your nighttime routine, and singing loudly to entertain you.

When you are in the shower, he does his routine.

You also tend to get the same types of drinks and foods when you stop at the same places.

So if you are ever unable to make it, or he wants to surprise you with coffee/tea or food in the morning he knows exactly what to get you.

You never have to tell him what you would order, because he knows what you would order on pretty much any menu.

He says you are predictable, but in a cute way.

Bonus: If there are two dishes you can't decide between, he will get the other so you can try both.

He acts like he didn't do it for you, and says its because he wanted to try it but you know this is a lie

I.N:

I.N. loves that when you cook (especially for him), you put your heart into it, often making the food cute or aesthetically pleasing.

You cut strawberries into hearts, and the vegetables into cute or fun shapes, you are alarmingly good at coffee art, making cute desserts, etc.

He sees the care you have, in every small detail and he loves it.

He has a photo album dedicated to the cute food you make.

Sometimes he has trouble convincing himself to eat it because it's too cute.

I.N adores that you get happy and do a little dance when the food you are eating is good.

Other habits you have that he finds cute is when you are angry, you chew on the inside of your cheek or absentmindedly mumble under your breath.

He finds it adorable, and will tease you to lighten the mood. But he also just finds you cute when you are irritated. (He will pinch your cheeks before hugging you and being cute).

Folding paper/Origami

When you are bored you have a tendency to turn random pieces of paper into various forms.

Planes, flowers, stars, animals, etc.

I.N has kept an embarrassing amount of them and you will find them in various places around his room.

xx

General Taglist: @otsilliak, @brattybunfornct, @bahng-chrizz, @otakutrash669, @tinyelfperson, @the-lemon-boy

Stray Kids Taglist: @laylasbunbunny, @skz1-4-3, @prettymiye0n, @thunderous-wolf, @dlmlufics, @thedistractedwriter, @briqnne, @dancelikebutterflywings, @dinossaurz, @staytiny2000

Changbin Taglist: @lieutenantnLee Know, Seungmin + I.N Taglist: @hongjoongsprincessHyunjin + Han Taglist: @dear-dreamieFelix Taglist: @ye0nvibezzn

[bangchangbinnie]

Unsteady roads S.CB, H.JS, L.F, Y,JN

Pairing: Changbin x Reader (feat. jealous Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung)

What was supposed to be a simple car ride turns into absolute chaos when Y/N is forced to sit on Changbin’s lap due to lack of space.

Suggestive, Humor, Fluff, Tension, (the members are perverts?)

I don’t know what this is, but enjoy!

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It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

The drive back to the dorm was already chaotic enough, with everyone cramming into the van, exhausted from their schedules. Changbin had taken the front seat initially, but after some last-minute changes (and Jisung calling dibs before anyone else could react), he ended up in the back with you and the others.

And now?

Now you were sitting on his lap, squeezed in between him and the car door, because the guys were too lazy to rearrange their seating.

“Just sit on Changbin-hyung,” Felix had joked at the start, grinning

“You are such a brat,” Changbin had grumbled under his breath, but he didn’t argue when you hesitated, looking around at the lack of space. Instead, he pulled you down onto him with an easy strength, hands steadying you at your waist.

“You good?” he had asked lowly, voice near your ear. You had nodded quickly, adjusting in his lap—only to realize, a little too late, that movement was the worst possible idea in such a cramped space.

That had been 15 minutes ago.

Now, as the car rumbled down a particularly bumpy road, you were keenly aware of every single pair of eyes watching the situation unfold.

Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung were squeezed together in the row in front of you, turning their heads every so often, throwing each other knowing looks. Jisung, in particular, was grinning like an absolute menace. The thing was, Changbin had big thighs. Thick, muscular thighs. And with every bump in the road, you were practically bouncing on them.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath as the van hit another rough patch.

Changbin stiffened beneath you, his fingers gripping your sides ever so slightly, as if trying not to react. His jaw was clenched, his body tense, and though he wasn’t saying anything, you could tell—he was feeling everything.

“Hyung,” Jeongin snickered, his eyes filled with far too much amusement. “You okay back there?” Felix, the little instigator, turned in his seat, resting his chin on the headrest. “Yeah, Bin, you look a little… uncomfortable.”

You felt your face burn.

“I’m fine,” Changbin gritted out, but his voice was just a little too strained.

Another jolt in the road had you gripping onto his arm for stability. Your leggings weren’t helping, the smooth material of the leggings you were wearing sliding against him way too easily.

Jisung wiggled his eyebrows. “You sure? ‘Cause Y/N looks pretty comfortable.” Felix choked on his laughter, Jeongin slapping his arm.

Changbin exhaled through his nose like he was gathering the patience of a saint.

“Do you guys want to walk back?” he threatened, his hands flexing against your waist like he was trying to keep his cool.

Jisung and Jeongin exchanged glances before quickly facing forward, but Felix just smiled lazily, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

You swallowed thickly, shifting ever so slightly to find a better position. Changbin’s hands tightened. You felt it. He definitely felt it.

Jisung? Oh, he was having the time of his life.

“Wow,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I should’ve made Y/N sit on my lap instead.” Jeongin huffed. “You? I called shotgun earlier—I should’ve been back there.”

Felix, not one to be left out, gave a casual shrug. “Not my fault Changbin-hyung gets all the luck.”

Your breath caught, and you instinctively turned to look at Changbin, whose ears were now noticeably red. He let out a slow, controlled exhale, his hands gripping your waist with more intent, grounding both of you.

“You guys,” he said in a low voice, slow and deadly, “better pray we get home soon. Because if this van stops…”

Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung immediately shut up.

You swallowed down your embarrassment. The van hit one final bump, and Changbin caught your hips firmly, keeping you steady. It should’ve been an innocent move. Should’ve been nothing.

But the way Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung groaned at the sight of it? Yeah. You were never living this down.

———

The rest of the drive back to the dorm was absolute torture.

For you? Because the van hit every possible bump in existence, forcing you to cling to Changbin in ways that made your entire body heat up. For Changbin? Because he had to sit through it, his large hands keeping you steady while pretending he wasn’t seconds away from murdering the three smug idiots watching him suffer.

For Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung? Because they had to witness it and not be in his place. It wasn’t even subtle anymore. The way Jisung dramatically sighed every time the car dipped, or how Jeongin kept mumbling under his breath about how unfair life was. Felix, to his credit, was playing it cooler—but the way he kept glancing back with a sly smile said otherwise.

You had long given up trying to adjust, knowing that every time you moved, they would say something. So instead, you went completely still, clutching onto the fabric of Changbin’s hoodie for dear life.

Changbin, however, was done.

“Hey,” he muttered near your ear, voice just for you. “Relax.” Relax? In this situation? Impossible. Your grip on his arm tightened, and you felt his chest rumble with a quiet chuckle.

“You’re overthinking it,” he added, voice lower this time. “Just lean into me.”

It wasn’t a suggestion.

And, okay, maybe part of you wanted to disappear, but another part of you—a much bolder part—figured that if Changbin was so confident, then you should be too. So, cautiously, you let yourself relax against him, resting your head against his shoulder.

The shift in his breathing was instant.

Felix made an offended noise.

“Are you kidding me?”

Jisung groaned. “I’m actually about to open the door and throw myself out.”

Jeongin just crossed his arms, looking thoroughly annoyed.

Changbin, though? He finally smirked. “You guys are so annoying,” he drawled, his grip on your waist almost possessive now. “All this whining, and for what?”

Felix rolled his eyes. “We all know you’re suffering too, hyung.”

Changbin tilted his head, all confidence. “Am I?”

The van hit another bump, sending you bouncing ever so slightly in his lap again.

Oh.

Oh, he was suffering.

Jeongin caught it immediately, smirking. “You totally are.”

Changbin’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he pressed his palm against your waist, fingers sinking into the soft fabric of your leggings as if to keep you still.

Jisung’s grin was wicked. “Aww, poor Binnie.”

Changbin exhaled sharply. “You guys are so lucky I can’t fight all of you at once.”

Felix smirked. “I dunno, you could just… let Y/N switch seats with one of us.” Jeongin perked up. “That’s a great idea.”

Jisung actually reached out, like he was ready to physically pull you away. “C’mere, princess—”

Changbin’s arm locked around your waist, tugging you closer, chest pressing into your back.

“Don’t,” he warned, eyes dark.

The van went silent. Jeongin’s lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something, but eventually just let his mouth shut. Felix leaned back in his seat, blinking once. “Huh.”

Jisung, though? He let out a slow whistle, shaking his head. “You’re so lucky,” he muttered at you, looking deeply wronged. “So. Lucky.”

You swallowed, heat creeping up your face again. But before you could respond, the driver finally pulled into the parking lot of the dorms, ending your suffering. Or so you thought.

Because as soon as everyone started piling out, stretching and groaning from the ride, Jeongin, Felix, and Jisung all turned to you. “You’re sitting on my lap next time,” Jeongin declared, crossing his arms.

Felix gave an easy, dimpled smile. “Mine too.”

Jisung pointed at you, then at himself. “Same. And I won’t hold back the way he did.”

Changbin, who had just stepped out of the van, let out a sharp laugh. “Yeah? Let’s see you try.”

Jisung clutched his chest. “Oh my god, he’s actually going feral.”

Felix raised an eyebrow. “He’s always been feral.”

Jeongin smirked. “But now he’s feral over Y/N.” Changbin growled. You, at this point, were done.

“You guys are so stupid,” you muttered, adjusting your glasses and marching toward the dorm entrance.

Behind you, you heard Jisung snicker. “Love you too, princess~”

And Changbin? Well, you swore you heard him mutter something about making sure you only sat on his lap from now on.

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AN: I wish I was more comfortable writing smut because this would be miles better with it. Hope you guys enjoyed!😭

[jsabimi]

— BF!Stray Kids React to "Thank You for the Flowers" Texts.

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PAIRING : bf!stray kids o8 x gender neutral reader

GENRE : fluff, barely even there angst - like seriously, just adding this to be safe cause you know there'll be someone that says something

WARNINGS : accusations about cheating in a playful lighthearted manner, playful teasing, insults, bickering, mentions about "admirers", creeps, very light jealousy - again, barely even there

⤷ stray kids masterlist 

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[euphoricdr3ams]

Untitled (4/?)

A simple game night turns into something deeper when Y/N loses more than just rounds of Smash Bros. With each defeat, the pressure of perfection, family wounds, and fear of being left behind start to unravel her. But Felix sees through it all — past the jokes, past the anger — and refuses to let her spiral alone.

genres: written, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst,unrequited love, senior year (highschool), felix and Y/N are aged up to 17, pre-debut,

Trigger Warning: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Protected Sex, Cursing, Underaged Drinking

Word count: 5,615

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

You set up Smash Bros next. Same old rules — loser takes a shot. Several rounds in, and it's loss after loss. Each one stings more than the last, a sick kind of symbolism that’s hitting a little too close right now. You take a deep breath, aware of Felix watching you quietly, sensing the way your sanity is starting to fray at the edges. But your frustration is peaking — not just with the game, but everything. Your mom. Your future. Your dad. The growing fear that Nana, Gramps, Hana, Faith, your friends — even Felix — might all leave you behind. Just like Kirby flying off-screen in sudden death. Gone. No warning.

It’s all too much. You want to be great, but your fingers aren’t syncing with your mind. You’re here, but you’re not.

And you snap.

You throw your controller and hits the wall with a loud, sharp crack.

“I can’t get anything right. Fuck—of course. The permanent disappointment.”

Felix freezes, wide-eyed. You’ve rage quit before — but this? This was different.

“We should take a break,” he says softly, putting down his controller and turning off the TV.

“No, it’s fine,” you say quickly. You footsteps are heavy as you go to pick up the Gamecube controller on the other side of the room. “It has to be fine. Let’s go again—”

“Y/N,” he interrupts, voice firmer this time. He grabs the controller out of your hands and puts it on the table. “Is that really what you want? Is that really how you feel about yourself?”

You freeze. Your jaw tightens as you struggle to come up with an answer. Truthfully, you don’t think much of yourself at all. Some days, you feel invisible. Other days, you’re convinced you’re too much — too loud, too lost, too messy to be loved the way you need. Today? You just feel like a failure. Ugly, unmotivated, disgusting. A mistake your father never really wanted.

Felix shifts closer.

“Be real with me,” he says, scooting closer. “I know you like to be perfect for everyone. But it’s me. I don’t need you to be perfect. I need you to be you.”

His hand finds yours, thumb tracing soft, steady circles. You don’t even realize how hard you’ve been gripping him until the ache in your fingers sets in. Slowly, the tension in your body begins to release. Your shoulders drop. Your breath evens out.

The shame spiral fades — but in its place comes something quieter. Heavier.

Emptiness.

And something inside you finally breaks.

Maybe it’s the dim lighting. Maybe it’s the drinks. Or maybe it’s just him — the quiet steadiness of him.

Your eyes burn. Tears swell.

“We don’t have time for this,” you whisper, voice cracking. “We won’t have many nights like this anymore. I don’t want all our memories to be about whatever’s falling apart in my life again. So yeah — let’s just have fun.”

But Felix doesn’t move away.

“We won’t have many nights like this anymore,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, “where we can be completely open... and trust that the other person actually sees us. Cares without some ulterior motive.”

He squeezes your hand gently.

“I’m leaning into this. Because this? This is precious to me.”

You let the single tear fall.

“I… I’m okay. I promise. Just—today was rough,” you say, trying to hold your breath steady. “You’d think I’d stop expecting something different, but it’s always the same. Every time.”

Felix’s voice cuts through the room like a knife. “What did he say?”

There’s a disgust in his tone that makes your head lift slightly, startled—but not surprised. He already knew.

Of course he did.

Felix had never liked your dad. Not since he bailed on your art show right after your mom passed. Not since he remarried and acted like you were just an awkward footnote in his shiny new family.

Felix never understood why you still cared. Why did you keep trying? Why did you hold out hope that one day, maybe, he'd look at you and see someone worth rooting for.

But he never said much. He held his tongue. For you.

Because he knew that, no matter how broken the man left you feeling, his approval still meant something. Still hurt to go without.

Still mattered.

Felix exhaled, his jaw tense, like he was chewing on the rage behind his teeth. “You know,” he said, quieter now, “you remind me of Jasmine sometimes. From Aladdin.”

You blink at him, confused.

“Because one day,” he continues, “I know you’re gonna look that man in the eye and tell him exactly what he deserves to hear. And when you do? It’s gonna be legendary.”

“I actually have a picture of me and Mom meeting her,” you say softly, your voice thick with the weight of memory. “I wish I could go back. I miss her so much.”

Felix doesn’t respond with words — just inches closer and pulls you into his arms.

His hug is quiet but solid. Grounding. You don’t try to fight it. You just let yourself fall into the stillness. Curled up with him on the couch, the world finally goes quiet. So does your mind.

He plays with your curls — the ones he’s always loved. He wished your wore them out more often — and traces soft lines up and down your arms.

For a moment, nothing exists except the sound of your quiet crying and the unspoken truth sitting heavy in the room.

“I know,” he says gently. “It must’ve been awful. Him being so dismissive of something that was literally made for her. I’m sorry. You deserved better than that. You always will. And no matter what happens—” he hesitates, “I’m not going to leave you.”

“I know,” you whisper. Then, with a watery laugh: “That’s why I didn’t wanna cry, but you did this to me.”

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, lips twitching at your joke. “Yeah, well. You needed to cry. You can’t keep carrying all this on your own.”

The warmth in his gaze, the closeness of his hand still resting on your back, the soft lighting — everything about this moment feels fragile and fleeting. Like something borrowed from a dream.

So you take the leap.

You lean in, your lips brushing against his, unsure if it’s the comfort, the pain, the alcohol, or just you — finally wanting something for yourself.

Felix doesn’t hesitate. He kisses you back like it’s the only thing that makes sense in the chaos of the moment. Like he’s been waiting.

And for a second, it’s easy to forget everything else.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, brushing your fingers under your eyes. “That was random.”

Felix lets out a soft laugh, but there's something tender in his eyes — something a little sad. He wishes you hadn’t pulled away from the weight of the moment, but he gets it. You’ve always had a habit of diversion. 

“I actually got you something today,” you say quickly, standing up and fumbling with your phone to put some music on the speakers — something easy, something nostalgic.

He tilts his head. “What? You got me something?”

You disappear for a moment and come back with a small box  in your hand. You sit beside him again and carefully place the compass in his palm.

“It’s a compass,” you explain. “And on the back… it has our names, and the coordinates of the game club where we first met.”

Felix’s fingers run over the engraving, his jaw tight. You watch his face shift — the quiet recognition in his eyes, the weight of everything left unsaid crashing into the present.

He doesn’t say anything at first.

You almost speak again, try to fill the silence, but he finally breathes out, voice a little shaky, “This is… this is probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.”

He pulls you into a hug — tight, warm, a little desperate — like he wants to press pause on time.

When he pulls back, he holds your hands in his, thumbs brushing lightly over your knuckles. “I’m serious,” he says, looking straight at you. “I’ll hold onto this forever. And I want you to know… I know a lot’s going to change soon, but I’m not going to leave you behind. I care about you, Y/N. So much.”

Your smile softens, and without even thinking, you lift your pinky and tap his hand twice — the little hand sign you both made back on the playground, years ago, when you promised you’d never stop being friends no matter what.

Felix swallows hard, a flicker of something else in his eyes — like he wants to say more. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he whispers, “You always know how to make me feel like I’m home.”

And silently, he’s screaming at himself for not being brave enough to tell you the truth.

You both switch into your PJs, laughing and joking as you finish your third bottle of soju. Somewhere between the laughter and the warmth of the room, you start to reflect — on Hana’s words, on Felix’s presence, on how he’s always been there. Safe. Supportive. A quiet constant in your life. You’re only just beginning to realize how much that means to you.

Felix slips the compass into his bag while you keep the energy light. Something about getting those feelings out earlier seems to have shifted something. Now you’re giggling over UNO, working through your fourth bottle of soju, and everything feels easy again. Comforting.

Felix can feel the change too. He notices how your once-frozen demeanor has melted into soft laughter, lit up by the spark in his own eyes. It’s all so simple, and the words you said earlier — “we don’t have many more nights like this” — echo in his head. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure, knowing the next move will end the game. He doesn’t want any of this to end.

You see the draw four card staring back at you. You stick your tongue out and laugh wickedly.

“What?” Felix furrows his brow.

“You see the cards. Pick up the four.” You smirk, already feeling your win coming.

Felix sticks his tongue back out at you, getting ready for his fake victory lap — only for his face to drop as you slam your own draw four on top of his.

“Pick up eight,” you cackle, full-on belly laughing until tears roll down your face.

“I don’t wanna play anymore,” Felix groans, but he’s laughing too. Your chest hurts from how hard you’re laughing. You stumble up and walk toward the room, only to see a text from Faith:

Bestiiiieeee: Hey are y’all coming rrrrrrrrr nahhhhh?

You call out, “Did you still wanna go to that party Faith is hosting?” Secretly hoping he says no.

While Felix usually lives for a good party — any chance to show off his social butterfly charm — he looks up and sees how at ease you are, curls perfectly resting, cheeks flushed from laughter, and the room so warm and familiar. He tosses logic aside and leans into the moment.

“Nah, I’m good. Unless you wanna go… but considering you’re, like, two steps from your room, I don’t think you’re heading in there to change into a backyard party outfit.”

“I mean, I could. We’re young, wild, and free.” You sway a little, tipsy. “Let’s not be boring!”

“It’s 45 degrees outside. And raining.”

“Oh, no. F*** that. I’m putting on my PJs.”

Felix laughs — full, easy laughter. He thought he’d have to convince you to stay in, but of course not. That’s why this works. That’s why you’re close. You know each other.

You grab your phone and reply to Faith:

Y/N: Heyyyy I'm gonna passss, Felix and I are hanging at Nana's for the night. I think he's gonna stayyyy???

Bestiiiieeee: o.000 ohhhhhhh ok. He’s been around a lot more. You sure there’s nothing going on?

Y/N: ewwwwww it’s Lix, don’t play like that

Bestiiiieeee: lmaooooo sureeee. Y’all be safe please 😉 I’ll call you sometime this weekend for the recap.

As you're changing, you can’t help but feel the rush creeping in—first from Faith’s not-so-subtle text, then from your own spiraling thoughts. It’s the same flutter you felt when Hana brought it up weeks ago. Felix is your friend. There's no reason to escalate things… but lately, things with him have felt so much more intense.

You wonder, Is there really ever a right moment? Or a right person? Maybe it’s just about the feeling. And right now, Felix feels like the right guy.

You slip on your nightshirt and shorts and walk back out to hand him the set of clothes he keeps over. Then you duck back into the hallway to give him a little privacy.

While he changes, Felix glances around your room—your real room—and takes in all the things that scream you. Your creativity is on display across every wall: photos, sketches, concert tickets, quotes you scribbled in the corner of a mirror. His eyes land on a picture of the two of you from two summers ago, laughing in the middle of some inside joke. It all feels warmer now. Different.

He tries to keep it together, but it’s getting harder. His feelings for you have been complicated for a while now—something about the way you trust him, how you move through the world together like it’s the most natural thing. Somewhere along the line, he realized he probably has a crush on you. And now, it’s a war in his head: should he say something, or keep pretending it’s nothing?

His thoughts are interrupted when you come back in, slightly tipsy, flopping dramatically onto the bed with a giggle. It’s all so cute. So fucking cute to him.

He slides under the sheets beside you, the air between you growing heavier.

Maybe it’s the drinks. Maybe it’s the silence. But instead of grabbing a pillow, you reach for Felix.

And he lets you.

Your body fits perfectly against his, like a puzzle you’ve both been quietly avoiding. He strokes your curls gently, carefully, like you might shatter if he touched too hard. His gaze lingers—on the crescent shape your eyes make when you laugh, the way your skin glows in the low light, how your lips look soft and impossibly kissable.

He tries to keep his eyes respectful, he really does—but then they drift lower.

The swell of your chest rises and falls, steady and slow. Not too much. Not too little. Just enough to fill his hand.

Or his mouth, a reckless voice whispers in his head.

Felix blinks, trying to shake the thought, but it lingers. Sticky. Dangerous.

The room feels too warm. The R&B music playing through the speaker pulls him back to the present, grounding him just enough to remember: You’re his friend. Not his girlfriend. No matter how blurry things have gotten. No matter how many stolen kisses you’ve shared when the alcohol makes everything feel softer, easier.

He inhales slowly. Tries to focus on the beat. The rhythm of your breath.

But it doesn’t help.

Because in the quiet, everything he’s trying to push down gets louder.

His fingers drift across your arm, careful and slow. And suddenly, something in you clicks. 

“Hey,” you say softly, “do you remember that convo we had the other day?”

He shifts gaze now fully on yours. “What convo?”

“The one about sex.”

Felix sits up slightly, more alert. “Yeah. Not exactly our usual topic, so… yeah, I remember.”

You study his face, the comfort of his presence, the familiar tension that’s grown too obvious to ignore. “Are you still down?”

He blinks. “When?”

You roll your eyes. He knows what you mean. He knows.

“Now.”

Felix swallows, hard. “Seriously?”

You nod, not breaking eye contact. “Yeah. I trust you more than I trust anyone else. And with everything you’ve been for me lately i am, I just… I want it to be with someone I care about deeply, you know?”

He stays quiet for a beat. Then—“Yeah,” he says softly. “I care about you so much. And if you’re okay with it… I want to show you that.”

“I am.”

You lean in, and your lips meet.

The kiss starts soft—sweet, careful, like a question. But this time, you don’t pull away. And this time, Felix doesn’t hold back.

You pause only for breath, eyes fluttering open just long enough to catch the flicker of something in his expression. Like wonder. Like hunger. And then he kisses you again, deeper this time, cupping your face like you might disappear if he lets go.

It builds slowly, deliberately, with every stroke of his thumb and graze of his lips. He’s studying you, adjusting, learning. The room feels warmer—your skin, flushed. His touch, reverent.

You think you open your mouth to take in air, but instead, a soft, involuntary moan slips out—so full, so unfiltered it surprises even you.

And that? That’s when Felix completely loses it. The last shred of self-control he was holding onto vanishes.

“Sorry—” you start, embarrassed.

“Don’t be,” he cuts in, voice low and wrecked. “That was so hot. Let me make you do it again.”

He kisses you again, and your hands find their way under his shirt. His skin is soft, warm, and firm beneath your fingertips—his “idol” body slowly coming in, carved and perfect. Your hands are everywhere at once, chasing sensation, craving closeness.

Your moans get louder, less controlled. Felix has one hand on your cheek, the other somehow slipping under your shirt. You don’t even know when it happened, but you don’t care. Not when he’s making you feel this good.

“Fuck,” you whimper as he begins to kiss your neck, lifting your shirt just enough to see your hardened nipples.

He takes one into his mouth, and your body arches. It’s heaven. He teases one side with his tongue, then circles to the other with slow, calculated movements. Gentle. No biting. Just pressure. Pleasure. He’s clearly done his research—and tonight, he’s praying it works.

Because all he wants to hear is you. Your sweet, broken moans.

He pauses just long enough to flash you a smug little smirk.

You roll your eyes. “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs playfully, grinning. “Just nice to know,I know how to make you feel good.”

There’s something about the way he says it. Something about this moment. It feels natural. Meant to be.

“You wanna keep going?” he asks, fingers now tugging lightly at the tie on your shorts. He leans close, whispering the words into your ear—and you can feel just how hard he is under his sweatpants.

A soft kiss lands on your neck, and you let out a breathy, “Yes.”

Felix doesn’t waste time. He undoes the drawstring of your shorts and slips his hand inside. His fingers slide through your slick warmth, and he groans.

“Fuck… you’re so wet.”

“Well,” you whisper, teasing, “whose fault is that?”

You want to keep playing the game—hold onto your cool—but he starts rubbing slow, purposeful circles on your clit, and it’s getting harder to keep up the boss-girl facade he’s already dismantling.

“Mine,” he mutters. “Keep going. I wanna drown in you right now.”

He increases the pressure just slightly, just enough to make your hips buck. You bite your lip, grasping for any sort of release from the overwhelming tension building inside you.

Every inch of you is buzzing, unraveling.

“Fuck. Oh my god.”

You pull his shirt down, needing him closer, needing him to kiss you again. He obliges, lips warm against yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Can I push in now?”

“Please.”

Felix starts with just his index finger, watching your reaction closely. He's tipsy, but his focus is all on you. He doesn't want to mess this up. He knows how important this moment is.

He waits for any sign of discomfort, but instead, you let out a frustrated little moan. “More,” you whine. It's too gentle—it’s not enough.

He chuckles, amused. “No problem.”

At some point, your shorts have disappeared. You didn’t even feel him take them off. Now, he slips two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly. Your wetness is spilling over, coating his fingers, and he’s mesmerized. Your pussy is pulsing in front of him and he just stares, captivated.

It’s one thing to see it in porn. This? This is different. It’s real, and it’s beautiful.

“You sound so sexy,” he murmurs, eyes still fixed on you. “I just wanna see how you taste once. I know it’s gonna be so good.”

“Then don’t have me waiting, Yongbok. Fuck. Oh my god—”

He gives your clit one single, teasing kiss.

“MMMHMMM, God,” you cry out.

You taste like heaven, like sugar and sin, and now it’s all over. Felix goes in with his tongue, licking and sucking like he hasn’t eaten in days. You grab at his hair, pulling it back so you can see him. He’s worshipping you—your pussy, your moans, your body—and it’s so fucking hot you can barely breathe.

He pauses for just a moment, lifting his head for air.

“You okay down there?” you manage between your ragged breaths.

“I’m amazing. How are you?” he says smugly, using his fingers to spread you open again, going right back in like he’s got a mission to finish. And he does: making you cum on his tongue.

You thank the universe that no one else is home. The sounds you're making are downright obscene. But he doesn’t care. It’s perfect.

“Hmm? I didn’t get an answer,” he teases.

“Mhh… Memreurwurbw—”

“What was that?” He grins, still teasing.

“Miehreiheanfemfan—” you mumble again, before he slips his fingers back inside you, cutting your words off completely.

You're grinding down onto his hand, and the noises between your bodies are wet, sticky, loud. His tongue swirls just right, sucking your clit into his mouth at the exact angle that makes your toes curl. You feel your climax coming, fast and overwhelming. Your thighs start to shake.

He doesn’t stop. Not even for a second. And then—you break. Your back arches. Your moans are loud, unfiltered. You come undone completely, pulsing on his tongue, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a cry.

When you look down at him, he’s got that same smug look again, eyes twinkling with pride.

He chuckles. “I don’t know what that sound was. Is that code for thank you?”

You shoot him a look, still breathless. “Lix… fuck you.”

You try to sound annoyed, but you’re laughing. You don’t want to admit it, but he did exactly what he set out to do.

You sit up slightly, reaching into the drawer beside you and pulling out the condoms Hana left behind. You shake your head with a tiny smile. Of course she knew.

He catches you grinning. “What?”

“Nothing. Just… she’s gonna be so smug.”

Your eyes drift to his sweatpants—and yeah, that’s definitely a tent. Your breath catches when you realize just how big he is. You let out a small, nervous laugh.

He raises an eyebrow. “What? Does my dick look weird?”

“No. I’m just shocked you’re that big.”

He laughs, pulling you closer. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

You hand him the condom, but your fingers linger. Instead of giving it to him right away, you shift, leaning down slightly. You start to play with it in your hands, teasing, before gently wrapping your hand around him. He props himself up on his elbows, eyes fluttering shut as you start to stroke him.

And then—you take him into your mouth.

You gather some extra spit, let it drip, and go even deeper, humming around him.

“Ufrhugjmgri—fuck, babe—aihfiefm—”

Felix’s words are broken, scrambled. He knows he probably shouldn’t be calling you babe… but fuck it. This moment? It’s unreal. You, with that sharp mouth of yours, now using it for the exact opposite of arguing—giving him the kind of pleasure he’s only dreamed about.

His dick is throbbing, hard and alive, pulsing against your tongue. You can feel his heartbeat in it.

You pull back slightly, looking up at him. “Am I doing this right?”You’re nervous. His moans were softer than expected, more fragile than filthy, and you weren’t sure what that meant.

But he reaches out and cups your cheek, his cock still warm in your mouth. “Yes,” he breathes. “You’re doing so good.”

He gathers your curls in his hands, gently pulling them out of the way so he can see your face. “Keep going, babe.”

Something about the praise—his voice, his eyes, his touch—it sends a jolt of confidence through you. You suck him deeper, bobbing your head, working him with your tongue and lips. His moans are getting louder, more desperate. He’s not holding back anymore. They’re raw, animalistic—like he'd give you anything you asked for in this moment.

He grips the sheets with one hand, your hair with the other. His abs tense. His hips jerk slightly forward.

But then, just as he’s getting close, he pulls you off him, breathless. “I’m gonna cum if you keep that up any longer.”

You watch as he tears open the condom wrapper, sliding it down over his length with practiced hands. He climbs over you and gently adjusts your position, making sure you’re comfortable on the bed. A pillow under your head. A kiss on your lips. And then—his fingers again. Just to make sure you’re ready. He stretches you gently, watching you.

When he pulls his fingers out, he looks you dead in the eyes.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. No second-guessing.

Your body, your mind, your soul—everything wants him right now. And nothing's going to stop that.

He slips inside your wet folds, slowly. Your eyes widen. He’s… bigger than the dildo you tried once during a moment of curiosity. But thicker too. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but his fingers are on your clit, rubbing slowly, easing you into it.

“Fuck—oh my god,” you gasp, clutching the bedsheets. Your moans break up your breath, and before you even realize it, he’s fully inside you.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Move.”

Felix starts with slow thrusts, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. But all he sees is how your body’s reacting—how wet you are, how your moans grow messier, louder, more desperate with every stroke. Your pussy tightens around him, clenching so sweetly he swears he might black out.

You’re sending him. Every little sound you make is burning into his brain. And you look unreal—so beautiful like this, taking him, wanting him.

“F-fuck yes,” he pants. He finds a rhythm that syncs with the beat of the song playing in the background, and it drives him insane.

“Please… more.” He smirks.

You’re slipping around him so easily, soaking the sheets beneath you. The headboard is knocking against the wall. You’re perfect. The way you take him is perfect.

“Shit,” he groans. “You’re so perfect. Tell me—how am I doing? Tell me how you want me. I’ll do anything for this body. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Deeper.”

He pushes in further, slowing his thrusts so you feel everything—every inch, every vein dragging against your walls.

“Like that?”

You try to respond, but it’s just a string of sounds, breathless and broken.

“Huh?” he teases, thrusting deeper. “Use your words. How do you want me to make you cum?”

“it’s so good. Shit.”

“Flip over. I’ll make it even better.”

Before you can process, he’s bent you over the mattress. Your ass in the air, hair gently adjusted by him using the mirror nearby. He slides back in and grabs your waist, thrusting so deep that all you can say is:

“Yes, please. Oh my god. More.”

He lifts your head so you’re looking at your reflection. “Look at yourself. It’s beautiful.” He kisses you again. “My perfect view.”

You can feel it building—your orgasm, rising fast. The music, the bed, the heat, all of it blurring together. That spot he keeps hitting? It’s going to push you over the edge any second now.

“Shit, I’m—” Your words crash into a moan.

Your ass is clapping against him, the bed creaking under the pressure. He could fuck you through the mattress and neither of you would care. The moment’s too hot. Too real.

He pulls out again, flips you onto your back, and stares into your eyes as he sinks back in. This time, his thrusts are fast, erratic—hungry.

“Lix” you gasp. “I think I’m gonna.”

Felix kisses you, shifts his angle just slightly—and that’s it. Your moan rips out of your throat, full of need, full of surrender.

“Fuck yeah, babe,” he groans. “Cum on my dick. I know you can.”

His fingers rub your clit while his lips kiss your neck, dragging you closer and closer.

“Shit—oh my god—”

You come harder than you ever have. Your body trembles, your voice catches, and for a second, nothing else exists.

He’s still moving, still inside you, whispering praises.

“Perfect. You’re so perfect. So wet. So cute. So fucking nasty.”

His thrusts get sloppy, his moans lower, drawn out. You’re touching him everywhere—his hair, his back, his chest—pulling him closer.

Then he grunts, his cock throbbing, and you feel the heat of his release pumping into the condom. He collapses gently against you, both of you breathless.

He pulls out slowly, and you glance at the condom, giggling. It's full.

“Wow.”

“Yeah… You okay?” he asks, eyes soft now.

You nod, still catching your breath. “Yeah. I’m amazing. That was… amazing. Thank you, Felix.”

He grins, brushing your hair from your face. “It was everything I’ve ever wanted. Thank you, Y/N.”

Felix kisses you and walks off to the bathroom. You follow not long after, taking your turn to clean up, still buzzing from the afterglow. When you step back into the room, he’s already back in his sweats, shirtless, hair a little messy from your hands. He’s looking at the starry light display on the ceiling, face soft and unreadable in the dim glow.

You glance around for your clothes.

“It’s here,” he says, quietly, holding up your shirt and shorts.

You chuckle, padding over to him. “Thanks.”

You dress in silence, but it’s not awkward. Just... full. Heavy with something neither of you are quite ready to name. You crawl into bed beside him, both of you lying on your backs now, watching the stars dance across the ceiling. The silence feels sacred. Safe.

“It’s two a.m.,” you murmur. “We should sleep.”

“Yeah,” he says. But he doesn’t close his eyes.

A few beats pass, and then, “Y/N, I won’t ever leave you. Thank you. You mean everything to me.”

You turn toward him, your heart expanding all at once. You smile, a sleepy, emotional sort of grin.

“I know... and thanks. It was perfect. I’m so glad it was you.”

Felix leans over to kiss you — slow, gentle, a promise he can’t put into words. And as he pulls back, his eyes linger on yours like he’s trying to memorize this version of you: soft and safe, curled into his side like it’s where you belong.

At the edge of his tongue is the confession he’s been holding in for weeks. The truth that could shift everything between you.

But it stays there, stuck, buried behind fear and the countdown he can’t ignore. He glances at the clock again. The date. Only two months left until he has to leave. 

His chest tightens.

What if this is the best it ever gets?

What if saying it makes it real—and makes it end?

So instead, he kisses the top of your head. Pretends the ache in his throat is just from being tired. He tells himself this is enough. That even if this doesn't turn into something more, he’ll always have this night. This feeling. You.

You, tangled in his sheets with the galaxy reflecting off your skin.

You, whispering “I’m so glad it was you” like he’s more than just a person in your story—you’re glad it was him.

And you — you’re lying there with the happiest ache in your chest, tracing little shapes on his stomach with your fingers. Your heart feels too full to hold. You don’t even know what you’re holding onto so tightly, but you’ve never felt more wanted. More safe. More understood.

For once, you don’t need to overthink anything.

You just let yourself exist in it. In him.

You don’t know what will happen tomorrow. But right now, the boy beside you is everything, and your last thought before sleep is simple.

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Author's Note: Lol i hope y'all like <3, Please let me know what u think

[bbokicidal]

One's Easy, Two's.. A Task. | SKZ [S.C]

Since changbin can't multitask, how about making a story based on this traits? Perhaps like how will he do during the session since he has a "limited capability" to do things simultaneously hahahah A/N: Suggestive content, MDNI

Changbin's embarrassed as all Hell - and the way his ears tint pink at your soft giggling seems to show it off.

He'd been peppering your thighs with kisses; Wet, warm, biting here and there to leave imprints of his teeth. He sucked on the skin and let his tongue drag over it after to feel the way it swelled and bruised under his mouth. He was being a little more rough tonight, growing grabby and getting to it quicker than usual - Maybe feeling a bit rowdy or possessive.

But the hot, sexy nature of his possessiveness over you in bed was broken down by his inability to multitask with you under him. Or at all, really.

One hand had traveled up your body to grab at your breast, kneading the warmth in his palm and fingers carefully until he began kissing at your skin. His hand stilled as he sucked and bit at your thighs, only to start kneading again for a few seconds and then fall short once more. You didn't even notice at first - until he'd slipped two fingers into your dripping slit.

He'd pumped them a few times in effort to stretch you out, prep you for his cock that was straining against his grey sweats - but again, he'd fallen short. That you noticed.

He could do what was right in front of his face with no problem; That being kissing and marking up your thighs. But his hands were useless to him when his mouth was wandering; so there he laid between your legs, two fingers inside of you and the other resting on your chest.

Your giggles pull him out of his trance and he looks up, curls messy against his forehead and pupils blown wide with lust. "What?" His voice is rough and low, dark eyes blinking at your smiley expression.

"You're so cute when you're focused," You murmur in reply and he seems to pick up on it immediately. The other members had teased him about it before; How he didn't hear them talking to him when he was working on music, how he couldn't be on his phone or watch a show when he was eating. It seemed his inability to focus on two things at once also applied to him in the bedroom...

But you figure it out. With him beneath you and you on top rolling your hips down so he had to tongue-fuck you from below, it kept his mouth busy without him even having to think about it. That way he could focus on something else, like winding his arms around your thighs and pushing his thumb into your clit, or reaching up to grab at your chest with both hands. The only problem now was his inability to breathe at times when you wouldn't let up on riding his face. Not that he was complaining - or ever noticed.

[httpdwaekki]

skinship | s.c

summary: you thought changbin hated you, but that all changed one day when you showed on his doorstep, moments away from an anxiety attack.

wc: 1.8k

warnings: descriptions of an anxiety attack

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you didn’t think changbin hated you per say, however you did notice his hesitancy towards you, so that definitely didn’t make you think he liked you either.

you noticed he’d keep his distance when you would hang out with the boys and forget about skinship, he avoided you like the plague. you were a very touchy person, similar to felix, you tended to cling to your friends. so you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt your feelings even a little bit, especially because of how he clings to your other friends.

you brushed it off though, you know not everyone was going to like you but it stung a bit coming from changbin. truth be told you had a lil crush on him when you first met him but you had given up a while ago.

this changes one day however, you found yourself outside of the 3racha+hyune dorm, seconds away from an anxiety attack. you don’t remember how you made it to the building but you knock regardless hoping anyone but changbin would open the door.

luck was not on your side as the rapper opens the door, coming face to face with your panicked expression. “h-hi-“ quickly wiping your tears, attempting to plaster a small smile on your face. “sorry- is chan home?” you were fiddling with the hem of your shirt, attempting to calm yourself long enough to get to your best friend.

“no he’s at the studio- are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice. “yeah! sorry to bother you, i’ll just go to the studio, sorry again!” you say quickly, turning around to make a quick exit.

“hey wait, are you okay?” he steps out, grabbing your wrist, stopping you.

you pause, attempting to collect yourself, “yeah, i just need to find chan.” you go to leave again, his grip tightens slightly. “please let me go.” you whisper, a lump forming in your throat, as you focus on the concrete below your shoes.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he starts panicking, never had he seen you so distraught. you were usually a ray of sunshine, kind-hearted and smiley, but this- this sent a shock to his core and he knows he can’t let you leave.

he moves in front of you, going to grab your other arm when your head whips up as his hand makes contact with your skin. your eyes are wide and full of panic, unshed tears line them as the panic took over your body.

your reaction has him dropping your wrists immediately. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry, i just want to help.” his voice soft, as if he were speaking to a scared animal.

“can i help you? please, i don’t want you driving like this, it’s not safe.” he explains gently, holding out his hand, trying not to let his panic show. “no- it’s okay, i’m sorry to bother you.” you plaster a fake smile on your face as you stumble backwards, changbin catching you before you could fall. he wraps his arms around your middle before pulling your back to him.

“i’m sorry, i’m just gonna go.” you attempt to free yourself from his arms, feeling the anxiety building in your chest, weighing down on you with each passing second.

“y/n.” his voice stern as he tightens his hold, keeping you in your place. you freeze, locking eyes with the floor, refusing to look at him.

“please,” he begs softly, “let me help you.”

your facade breaks. your knees weaken as sobs wreck your body, changbin tightens his grip, pulling you closer to him. once you regain your footing, he circles around you pulling you into him once more.

you become inconsolable as your arms wrap tightly around him, shoving your face into his neck. “i’m sorry-” he cuts you off with a gentle shush. “don’t apologize. you’re okay.” he rubs soothing strokes on your back as you calm down. 

once your breathing was semi-normal he pulls away, almost missing the pain that flashes in your eyes. almost. “come on, let’s get you inside.” he grabs your hand, carefully pulling you into the home.

he leads you to the couch, “sit.” you didn’t know what came over you but as he pulled away your gripped on his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

your eyes wide, gasping softly, “i’m sorry!” quickly releasing his hand. “oh my god, i’m so sorry, i don’t know why i did that.” you suddenly realize the reality of the situation, it washes over you like a wave of cold water. you get up and make your way to the door. “i-i’m so sorry changbin-” you feel your chest tighten, the grips of your anxiety tighten with each passing second.

all you could focus on was getting out of here as quick as possible. but changbin wasn’t letting that happen.

he panics and all he can think about is calming you down, so he did the one thing he can think of. he grabs your wrist once again, turning you to him placing his lips on yours. you freeze before melting into him, placing your hand on his hip, him placing his free hand to your cheek.

once he felt you relax he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. both of you taking a moment to catch your breath.

“why did you do that?” you whispered, still not moving. “uh, i read somewhere that if you hold your breath, you could stop a panic attack.” he pauses, taking a breath. “so when i kissed you, you held your breath.” you nod, pulling away slightly, still processing the fact that he just kissed you.

“oh, that’s really smart.” he nods with a shy smile. you quickly realize you’re still holding on to him, pulling away quickly, “oh!” you backed away slightly. “sorry-” you clear your throat, “thank you,” you make a circle motion between the two of you, “for that.” you smile shyly.

“uh yeah, anytime.” your cheeks warm as a light pink brushes his. you both stand there for a bit before you speak. “can i ask you something?” you ask suddenly, causing him to look to you.

“yeah anything.” he says, prompting you to continue. you hesitate, “do i make you uncomfortable?” you ask quietly, fiddling with your shirt once more. you glance towards him, catching the confusion on his face.

“no not at all,” he furrows his brows, “why would you think that?” he wants to move towards you but he hesitates. 

“i’ve just noticed, you just always seem,” you pause, trying to find the right words, “i guess, closed off? like you’re really open with everyone else but with me you always seem to avoid me a bit.” you can see him processing the information but the lack of response was making you panic a bit.

“well! i guess not avoid but like kinda closed off? which would make sense because you’ve known everyone a lot longer than me but you just always hug everyone and then kinda just avoid me, which is fine! totally okay! i just-” he cuts you off with a kiss.

while your rambling was super cute, he couldn’t watch the panic again. his hands on your cheeks once more, he waits for you to relax into him before he pulls away.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers out of breath, “you’re just so cute when you ramble.” you let out a breath as you smile. you place your hands on his wrists, keeping his hands on your skin, basking in the closeness of each other.

a few moments of silence pass before he moves to kiss your forehead, bringing you into him. he wraps his arms around you before he speaks, “you don’t make me uncomfortable, and i certainly wasn’t avoiding you on purpose.” he pauses as you wrap your arms around him.

“i’m so sorry i made you feel that way, i just didn’t know how to approach you.” you tighten your arms around him as he speaks. “i now see i had nothing to worry about huh?” you giggle, shaking your head before pulling away.

“i don’t know if you could tell but i like you, i have for a while but i thought i made you uncomfortable so i kept my distance.” you say looking into his eyes, his coming up to rest on your soft cheek once more.

“not at all, i’m sorry i made you feel this way.” he says, eyes sorrowful. you give him a shy smile, “it’s okay, i’m glad i know why now.” you place a quick peck to his lips, as if it was a seal of confirmation.

he gives you one in return but that quickly became many more… all over your face. you squeal as he continues his attacks, “bin! okay okay, mercy mercy!” he giggles stopping his targeted attacks before quickly picking you up, pulling a noise of surprise from you.

you quickly wrap your arms around him, “where are you taking me?” you giggle as he walks through the dorm, taking you along for the ride. “i’m taking my girlfriend to my room to cuddle because she was having a rough day.” he states proudly, planting a big kiss to your kiss as he enters his room.

“your girlfriend huh? not even gonna ask me?” you tease as he lays you on his bed. “i figured the two passionate kisses and the other kiss attack was enough to solidify that.” he shrugs, looking down at you.

you take a moment to ‘think’. “yeah that’s pretty fair.” you nod, giving him a cheeky smile. he gives you a big kiss before deciding to lay on top of you. “oof!” you giggle as he settles his weight on you.

you look down to find his boba eyes staring back at you, big grin plastered on his face. “move up more, what are you doing all the way down there?” you give him a teasing smile, as he realizes what you meant.

“yah! you’re not allowed to tease me any more.” he whines as he moves up, closer to you. “oh no?” you wrap your arms around him and he lays down once more. “says who?” he nuzzles his head into your neck before relaxing. “says me.” you can’t see his face but you know he’s pouting regardless.

“okay, i’m sorry bub.” you giggle placing a kiss to his hair. what you don’t see is the light blush that dusts his soft cheeks at the pet name. another moment of silence passes, “i’m glad you answered the door.” you say softly. 

he lifts his head to look at you, small smile on his face. “me too.” he places one more kiss to your lips before melting back into you where you both fell asleep, smile gracing both of your lips.

this doesn’t last long before hyunjin and han both wake you up with their surprised screams when they find you two.

[siriuslymooned]

1 New Message from Y/N 😘

He called.

I didn't pick up but he left a message.

He sounded so sad Binnieee.

I don't know what to do.

😭😭😭

[linopls]

kinktober day thirteen

size kink changbin x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, unprotected shower sex, semi-public sex 0.3k words

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” changbin moans into your ear.

when you agreed to have your friend changbin as your personal trainer, you didn’t expect each of your sessions would end with your body pressed to the cold, tile walls of the gym showers. 

all you can do is moan out in response. you’ve never felt so full and satisfied in your life. 

changbin has your face pressed against the shower wall with one of his muscular arms wrapped around your center and the other holding your leg up by the knee. 

“y-you’re so strong and big, binnie,” you whimper. you reach one of your arms back to grab onto his defined biceps. 

“fuck,” changbin grunts, his voice sending goosebumps down your spine. he moves his hand from around your center down to your sensitive clit and rubs circles on the bud. 

you cry out at the overwhelming pleasure. “your cock is so big, binnie. feels so good!” you whine.

“your pussy is so tight, baby doll.” changbin’s hip thrust into yours even harder if it was possible. 

you arch your back, trying to push yourself further into changbin’s body. you lay your head on his broad shoulder and can see the handsome boy out of the corner of your eye. seeing his fucked out expression, you feel yourself coming closer and closer to your release and changbin must feel it too.

“gonna cum around my big cock, hm?” he asks, licking and sucking bruises onto your neck.

you nod and changbin quickens his pace on your clit. before you know it, you’re begging changbin to let you cum and you’re seeing white and creaming all over his thick member. changbin is soon to follow, filling your pussy with his own sweet release.

changbin pulls back and crouches down to be face-to-face with your ass. he spreads your legs with his large hands.

“wow,” he moans, watching his cum drip down your legs. “i could watch my cum drip from your stretched pussy all day.”

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Silence Between Us ~ YJI/SCB

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅WORD COUNT:2.9K

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅PAIRING: Jeongin? X reader / Changbin x reader

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ GENRE: Established relationships, jeongin in a relationship with reader, changbin ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅hates you, thinks youre using jeongin,

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2024

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅MASTERLIST

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅a/n: i did this as an imagine? I hope thats okay!

Jeongin’s fingers gently intertwined with yours as you both lounged on the couch, the steady flicker of the TV screen barely registering in your mind. His head rested comfortably against your shoulder, eyes half-closed in contentment. You smiled softly at the sight of him, your thumb tracing absent patterns along his knuckles. You adored the moments that you had with him like this, wrapped in the warmth of his arms and enjoying the closeness of one another as you cuddled closer together but there was a tension in the air that was hard to ignore.

The tension was so thick you were almost sure you could cut it with a knife.No matter how much time you spent with Jeongin, there was always that nagging feeling in the back of your mind...or rather someone was always in the back of your mind and that was Changbin.

He never spoke to you unless absolutely necessary, his responses were always clipped, his presence cold. And whenever you were around, he was suddenly busy, leaving the room, or worse, not even coming home. It was weird, you never did anything to upset him. Hell, the day you met him you'd been so nervous you'd made a fool of yourself but that was no reason for him to dislike you.

The rest of the guys loved you, and you always found yourself hanging out with them when Jeongin was busy it felt like you were a part of their little family, all apart from Changbin who made you feel unwanted.

You could feel the tension with Changbin but Jeongin never addressed it, almost as though he had no idea that his friend didn't like you but it made things weird between you.

Jeongin shifted beside you and checked his phone, jumping up a little as he went to look for his car keys.

"Hey, I’m gonna grab some takeout for us, okay?" His voice was soft, and gentle, like always, and it made your heart skip a beat. Ever since the two of you first go together he made your heart sing. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple, and the warmth from his lips sent fireworks throughout your body.

“Alright,” you replied with a smile, though a part of you wished he wouldn’t leave. The dorms always felt colder when you were alone, especially when Changbin was around but you prayed he was going to stay in his room while Jeongin was away.

“I won’t be long,” Jeongin promised, giving you one last smile before heading out the door.

The moment he left, the air felt thicker and you could feel your chest tightening at the thought of Changbin coming out. The silence settled heavily in the space, making you acutely aware of the absence of Jeongin’s calming presence, you hadn't realised just how much you relied on him to feel relaxed. You glanced around the living room, your eyes landing on Changbin’s closed bedroom door. Tension stirred in your chest.

As if on cue, the door creaked open and you tore your eyes away, forcing yourself to stare at the TV and trying to focus on whatever it was that was playing. Changbin appeared in the hallway, his eyes barely acknowledging your presence as he made his way toward the kitchen. He had that same expression on his face as he always did when he was around you—guarded, distant like he couldn’t be bothered with you. It was as if you were invisible, a stranger in the house he shared with Jeongin. It hurt more than you cared to admit.

You didn't expect you to be the best of friends but it still would have been nice for you to at least get along for the sake of your boyfriend. The tightness in your chest grew unbearable, you could feel your heart starting to race with anxiety and you couldn’t take it anymore.

Without fully thinking, you stood and blocked his path back to his door. Changbin stopped abruptly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, confusion, and mild irritation flashing in them.

“What are you doing?” His voice was cold, as if speaking to you was an inconvenience to him and you did your best not to let it show that it was bothering you. He sidestepped you, but you moved with him, determination replacing your nerves.

“Changbin, please. I need to know… What did I do? why don’t you like me?” Your voice cracked slightly, but you held his gaze, refusing to back down. For a moment, he just stared at you, his lips pressed into a tight line. His silence cut deeper than any words he could have spoken. You waited, breath caught in your throat, for him to say something, anything.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he finally muttered, brushing past you again, but you stepped in front of him once more, desperation creeping into your tone.

“No, you do!” you said, voice stronger now. You weren't just going to back down now that you'd gotten the courage to ask him. There had to be something about you that had driven him to be like this. You just needed to know what it was.

“You’ve been avoiding me for months. I’ve never done anything to you...In fact, I've done just about everything to make you like me so I don’t understand—if you just tell me what I did wrong, I’ll fix it. I just… I want to know what’s going on.” Changbin’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenched so tightly that you could see the muscles flex beneath his skin. His frustration was palpable now, the tension between you threatening to break. He finally sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"You really wanna know?” he asked, his tone bitter, almost as if the truth was something you didn’t deserve to hear. You nodded your head at him,

“Yes,” you whispered, heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his words pressing down on you. You didn't care what it was, you intended to fix it.  Changbin’s gaze hardened, and when he spoke, his words cut through you like ice.

“I don’t trust you. I think you’re using Jeongin.” His accusation hit you like a physical blow, your breath catching in your throat. How could he even think something like that? You and Jeongin had known each other before he became an idol, you'd have to be a fortune teller to predict this would have happened,

“W-what?” you stammered, disbelief surging through you. There was no way he really believed the words that had just come out of his mouth.

“How could I be using him?”

“God, don't play dumb and don’t act so surprised,” Changbin scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. The moment he'd met you he could tell something was off,

“You’re only with him because of who he is—an idol. Because he’s got money and y, fame, and you get to be a part of that. I’ve seen it before. Girls like you are all the same.” The words felt like daggers, sharp and cutting through the fragile bond you thought you were building with Jeongin. You blinked, the sting of unshed tears burning behind your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him.

“That’s not true,” you managed to whisper, but your voice felt so small compared to the anger radiating from Changbin. “I care about Jeongin… I love him...I knew him before-”

“You love him?” Changbin repeated, his tone mocking, laughing a little as he shook his head at you.

“Then prove it. Because from where I’m standing, all I see is someone trying to cash in on his success.” Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision, but you didn’t move, didn’t look away. You wanted to scream, to defend yourself, to tell him how wrong he was. But the weight of his accusation, the disbelief in his eyes, was suffocating.

Just as you opened your mouth to respond, to tell him just how wrong he was about everything, the sound of keys jingling outside the door echoed through the apartment. Panic surged through you, and before you could say anything else, the door swung open, and Jeongin walked in, a bag of takeout in hand.

“Hey! I got your favourite—” His cheerful voice trailed off the moment he sensed the tension in the room. His eyes darted between you and Changbin, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“What’s going on?” You quickly wiped your eyes, turning your back to him so he wouldn’t see the tears threatening to spill. You weren't going to be the one to get between two friends,

“Nothing,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I… I have a headache, I should go.” You lied, grabbing your jacket,

"Baby, stay. I can make you some tea and we can go and relax-" You shook your head, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay you weren't going to stay somewhere you weren't wanted.

“I’ll… I’ll call you later,” you said, hurriedly gathering your things. Your heart ached as you avoided his eyes, but you couldn’t face him—not like this. Not with Changbin’s harsh words still ringing in your ears.

Before Jeongin could even try to stop you, you slipped past him and out the door, the sound of it closing behind you echoing in the stillness of the apartment.

It had been a week since you walked out of Jeongin’s apartment, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions. Every day since, your phone had buzzed with messages from him—each one pleading for you to talk, for you to come over. And every time, you felt your heart break a little more, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. Not with Changbin’s accusation still echoing in your mind.

Jeongin didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be caught between you and one of his best friends. Every time you thought about going back, that tight knot of anxiety would pull you down again, you just needed to do the right thing and walk away from it all.

Today was no different. You stared at your phone, Jeongin’s latest message flashing across the screen.

Innie: "Please. Can we talk? I miss you."

You sighed, pressing the phone to your chest, trying to find the courage you hadn’t had for the past week. It wasn’t fair to him to string him along like this—he had no idea what had happened between you and Changbin, and leaving him in the dark wasn’t right. Stil every time you tried to take a step to make it right you just remembered Changbins words in your mind, hitting you harder each time.

A few minutes later, your phone rang, and when you saw Jeongin’s name again, something inside you caved. You answered. Maybe you were a glutton for punishment or soething...or maybe you were just desperate to hear his voice after a week,

“I’ll come over,” you said quietly, not giving him a chance to speak first. There was a pause on the other end, followed by a hopeful,

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, your heart heavy with a mix of relief and dread. “I’ll be there soon.” You whispered as you stared at the wall. You needed to get this over and done with.

When you arrived at the apartment, the familiar hallway felt like it was closing in on you. Your chest tightened and you were finding it harder and harder to breathe the longer you waited for the door to open. The memories of last week flooded back to you all at once. Changbin’s cold gaze, his hurtful words, and Jeongin’s confused expression. You hesitated before knocking again, but the door swung open before you even had the chance.

Jeongin stood there, eyes wide with relief as if he hadn’t believed you would actually come. Without a word, he reached out, pulling you into a tight hug, and burying his face in your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured against your skin, his voice shaky with emotion. You hugged him back, the tension in your body slowly unravelling once you felt him holding you. This was everythign you'd been seeking out all week but you hadn't been able to get to it. The weight of the past week still hung over you and you slowly began pulling away slightly, you met his gaze.

“Jeongin, we need to talk,” you whispered. His heart raced as he nodded, stepping aside to let you in.

"If this is about the take-out, I promise I got you something you liked." he joked trying to lighten the mood but once he saw how serious you were he stopped and took you over to the couch. The two of you sat there, the silence in the air completely heavy as you stared at one another,

“I didn’t leave because of you,” you began, your voice soft but steady. Was this the right thing to do? Changbin was his band member and you didn't want to risk making things bad between them simply because he didn't like you but he needed to know. Right?

“I left because of Changbin.” Jeongin’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Changbin? What does he have to do with this?” You sighed, wringing your hands together as you tried to find the right words. You'd been trying to think of them on the way over but nothing ever sounded right.

“That night, after you left to get takeout, I asked him why he didn’t like me. He told me… he told me he thinks I’m using you for your money.” The hurt flashed across Jeongin’s face, his eyes widening in shock.

"What?”

“I tried to explain, but before I could say anything, you came back, and I couldn’t… I didn’t want to make things worse.” Jeongin ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear in his features. He stood up abruptly, pacing the floor.

“I can’t believe he would say that,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tight with anger. You watched him, your chest tight with worry as you stared at him.

“I didn’t want to come between you two,” you said quietly. “I didn’t want to make things awkward for you.” Jeongin stopped pacing, turning to look at you, his expression softening. This was why you'd been avoiding him? He thought he'd upset you somehow.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Changbin… he was way out of line.”

Before you could respond, the door to the apartment opened, and in walked Changbin. He froze when he saw you sitting there, tension instantly filling the room. Jeongin wasted no time though, he stared at his friend and shook his head.

“Changbin,” he said firmly, stepping toward him. “We need to talk. Now.” Changbin’s eyes flickered between you and Jeongin, his expression unreadable but you knew he was brewing with anger for you.

“What’s going on?” Jeongin crossed his arms, his gaze hard. It was the first time you'd ever seen Jeongin so pissed off about something,

“I know what you said to her.” Changbin’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. He hadn't expected you to say anything after running out last week, he figured he'd seen the last of you.

“I can’t believe you’d accuse her of something like that,” Jeongin continued, his voice rising slightly. “Do you even know how long we’ve known each other?” At this, Changbin’s brow furrowed in confusion.

"You met each other a few months ago," Changbin grumbled but you both shook your head. The two of you had known each other a lot longer than people thought.

“We grew up together, Changbin,” Jeongin said, his voice softening as he glanced at you. “We’ve been best friends since we were kids. She’s not using me. She never has, and she never will. I thought you knew us better than that.” Changbin’s eyes widened in surprise, and for the first time, you saw uncertainty flicker across his face, his eyes glanced over to you and he shook his head.

“I… I didn’t know.” Jeongin stepped closer, his tone stern but not unkind. The last thing he wanted was to upset Changbin but he also wanted the two of you to get along,

“You should’ve talked to me first before making assumptions.” There was a heavy silence as Changbin processed Jeongin’s words. Finally, he turned to you, guilt shadowing his features.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice rough with regret. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I just… I was trying to protect Jeongin, but I went about it the wrong way.” You nodded, still feeling the sting of his previous accusation, but you could see the sincerity in his apology in his eyes and even hearing it in his voice.

“I understand,” you said softly. “I just wish you’d talked to me instead of assuming the worst.” Changbin lowered his head as he nodded, he realised now how much of a dickhead he'd been toward you when he could have just talked to you.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” Jeongin stepped forward and took your hand, his thumb gently brushing against your knuckles.

“I’m sorry too. You didn’t deserve any of this.” You squeezed his hand, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. The weight of the past week seemed to lift slightly, the air between you lighter, though the hurt still lingered.

"Movie night?" you suggested to them both, Changbins eyes lingering on you for a second before nodding his head. It was his chance to actually get to know you without making any harsh decisions before he had the chance to know the real you.

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