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nitadllyss · 3 months ago

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The wrong pill.

Plot: Han takes a pill for his training, not realizing it’s viagra—let alone on the day he was going to see you.

Genre:smut, nsfw, Erotic Romance, PWP.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, use of Viagra, sex under its influence, oral sex (m!receiving), no condom use, semen, penetration (m/f), praise, etc.

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Han had been fighting hard with the staff to be able to show off his body and tattoos. For this reason, he was preparing physically with great dedication. He never skipped a day at the gym, and it was obvious how much more muscular he had gotten.

He was now getting ready to train with Changbin. They were at his house, since Han had stayed over the night before; it had been too late for him to return home. To prepare his pre-workout shake, he used Changbin's stuff.

"Where do you have the creatine?" Han asked while rummaging through the drawer where Changbin kept his supplements.

"They are the transparent capsules" Changbin answered, focused on making his own pre-workout shake.

Han took his shake followed by the corresponding pills.

Everything was going well during the training. He was really satisfied with the results he was getting. For him, gaining muscle was easier, so in a short time he could already notice a noticeable difference.

As he was training, his alarm went off to remind him to take his intra-workout pill. He was committed to getting good and fast results, so he never missed a dose of vitamins or supplements.

“Hey, Bin, do you have any intra-workout pills?” Han asked, a little worried when he realized he hadn’t brought any.

“I think there’s L-Carnitine in my bag. Check it out and take one,” Changbin said, pointing to his gym bag.

Han walked over, opened the bag, and saw a mess of pills. Changbin definitely needed to be more organized. He assumed it was one of the white capsules, so he wasn’t too careful when taking one.

About 40 minutes later, after finishing his workout, he headed home. He was excited because he would see you today. They were having a sleepover. They weren’t a couple or anything, just best friends… although Han had been in love with you forever.

As he arrived, he started to feel strange. He was sweatier than usual, and as he looked in the mirror, he noticed his neck and ears were red. He brushed it off and went to take a shower, making sure he looked good for when you arrived.

After getting ready, however, he noticed that his face was still red, his heart was racing, and most worryingly… he had an erection. And it wasn't a regular one.

He didn't understand why, but his erection was strong and persistent.

Just as he was trying to do something to disguise it, he heard a knock on the door. He felt a chill in his chest and his nervousness increased.

When he opened it, there you were, looking cute and radiant as always. But something was different. He no longer noticed how pretty your makeup or hair looked. He could only focus his attention on how your breasts stood out under the neckline of your blouse and how juicy your thighs looked under your skirt.

"Hey!" you greeted, smiling, and went over to hug him, like you always did.

"Hey, babe" he replied playfully, using the nickname he used to call you.

You smiled at him and walked into his house.

"I'm sorry if I look all dressed up, I just got back from an outing with friends. Could you lend me some comfortable clothes to sleep in?"

He felt his erection throb as he heard that. Just imagining you in his clothes was driving him crazy.

"Ah… yeah, yeah, I'll be right back," he stammered, hurrying to his room. He looked for one of his shirts and, upon returning, handed it to you.

You changed without a problem, leaving you only with the shorts that you were wearing under your skirt.

"Thanks, Ji," you said, turning around to show him how his clothes looked on you.

Was he drooling? He wasn't sure, but he was literally mesmerized by the way your breasts were poking out from under his shirt. He was going to lose control.

"Come on, let's find the movie," you said, sitting next to him on the couch and resting your head on his shoulder as he browsed through the options.

You picked a horror movie, his favorites. Han hoped it would distract him from you, but every time you freaked out and came closer, his erection throbbed harder. It had even started to hurt.

After a while, you went to the bathroom. When you came back, you froze.

Han was on the couch, rubbing the bulge in his pants, panting softly.

"Ha-Han?" you asked, approaching him cautiously. It was then that you noticed the wet spot on his clothes.

"Mmh… I'm s-sorry…" he mumbled, throwing his head back, unable to keep his hands away from his crotch.

"Han, wtf?", you said, a bit embarrassed, not fully understanding the situation.

"Please don't be mad… I don't know what's wrong with me, but it hurts so much…" he whispered with his eyes closed, wishing the earth would swallow him up.

Just then his cell phone rang. It was Changbin.

"Bro, I think you took one of my viagra pills. That, or one went missing… I hope it doesn't cause you too much trouble."

"Are you kidding me?" Han almost screamed. "Why the hell would you have that in your bag? Ahg, it would kill you!" He hung up the call, frustrated.

Now everything made sense. At least for him.

You, on the other hand, were still standing in front of him, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Han looked up and let out a gasp as he watched you fix your eyes on his erection. His face flushed with embarrassment and he quickly placed a cushion on his lap.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered, feeling like crying from both the shame and the pain in his pants.

"Don't worry... I'll leave so you can, uh... fix that..." you said, looking away, your cheeks flushing.

"Please... stay..." he asked almost in a plea.

You hesitated for a second, but seeing him like this, you couldn't help but feel a little sorry. And what was worse... you felt the wetness in your underwear since you noticed his bulge.

Han grunted as he felt you approach and pressed the cushion harder against himself.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, curious. You didn’t know if his gasps were from pain or pleasure.

“A lot…” he closed his eyes, rubbing himself more desperately.

You bit your lip. You hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Would you...want me to help you?"

Han felt his breath hitch.

“You don’t have to… I don’t want you to be uncomfortable…” but his hips contradicted his words. Not to mention the way his cock thrashed around in his pants.

But instead of answering, you placed a hand on top of his and pulled the cushion off his lap.

“I want to do it,” you whispered before leaning in and devouring his lips.

You could feel him holding back in the kiss, making hesitant movements, so you went deeper, mixing your tongues and sitting on top of his lap.

He couldn't help but growl into your mouth, the firmness with which he held your hips applying pressure having that slight relief that at the same time made him thirsty for more.

They got lost in the messy kiss, Han was already more confident and in control of the situation. As he pulled away he bit your lower lip in an attempt to chase you.

"Han~" you began to move your hips in circles, enjoying how his body reacted, feeling him so firm under you.

Han was so lost, he felt very high.

He was drowning in your neck, licking and biting every trace of visible skin.

"Han wait" you pulled away from the addictive sensation of his hot and wet tongue on your skin.

"Do you want to stop?" He said a little worried and disappointed, leaving a little space.

"No, I just want to make you feel good" you smiled and gave him a chaste kiss leaving him stunned.

You climbed off his lap and knelt in front of him.

You gave his thigh a caress before pulling down his fly. Seeing the wet spot on his underwear made your mouth water. You gave his clothed cock a kiss and then a lick.

Han's hands clenching the couch, his white knuckles trying not to fuck your mouth madly.

You pulled his underwear down along with his pants to his ankles and felt the saliva pooling in your mouth.

His tanned cock with its red head very sensitive. It was shiny from the precum that bathed it excessively.

With your thumb you touched the slit of his head probing a little. You smiled at the gasps from him.

"Ahh~ Y/N don't play" he clenched his jaw a bit desperately.

You gave him a kitten lick along his length and then swirled around his tip, you felt that with so little he was close to his release.

You started jerking him off with your hands, mixing your licks and squeezes.

Han was literally struggling not to cum and that started to bother you. You took him in your mouth, sucking lightly and making a mess of saliva and his fluids.

“You look so cute like this,” he said, totally pleased by the way your chin was disgustingly dripping with saliva. His duality made you clench your legs, minutes ago he was all whiny begging like a bitch and the tone he let out was so different.

You let out a moan and took him deeper, making yourself gag.

"Mmh you like being good for me? I'm sure you were drooling seeing me hard" he put a hand on your head, gathering your hair in a handful.

You rolled your eyes and moaned again, not quite understanding if it was his tone that caused it or the simple fact of being him.

"You feel so fucking good, you have a very skilled little mouth" he threw his head back growling at your gasps.

Determined to make him cum you forced your poor throat accompanying with your hands squeezing and massaging his balls.

You felt his cock move in your mouth.

"Mmh Y/N w-wait" he tried to stop your movements, but you only stood firmer, watching him stagger was everything.

Out of instinct he pressed your head towards him, betrayed by his pleasure seeking body.

Then after a few more seconds he cum in your mouth with many thick loads straight to your throat.

The growl followed by a pornographic moan was beautiful. He threw his head back and let go of your head.

"Was it good?" You said smiling licking your cum stained corners.

"It was literally amazing" he smirked and covering his eyes with his arm.

"Thanks Y/N" he said looking at you and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You snuggled into his hand lovingly until you saw him frown.

"What? You're still hard? How is that possible" you said stunned, he was still rock hard AFTER CUMMING.

"It's not really something I can help" he grimaced.

"It's a good thing" you said standing up.

"Hmm?" Han said confused looking at you.

"It would really be a shame if you left me wanting to fuck, I really appreciate that pill" you said biting your lip and pulling down your shorts along with your underwear.

Han followed your movements attentively, as if he was bewitched by your charm. Seeing your underwear on the floor he let out a gasp at the visible stain of arousal you had left.

"You're needy aren't you?" He smiled shamelessly as if it wasn't his cock that had been erect for over an hour.

He took off his shirt showing his tattoos, you had already seen them, but seeing them together with his needy cock is something different.

You followed his steps and undressed completely, he stretched out his hand, in a quick movement he left you on your knees on the couch, your face against the couch and your ass completely exposed to his mercy.

"I promise that after this I will take the time to adore you as you deserve" he said in your ear followed by a kiss on your cheek.

You felt your heart flutter.

"But now I'm going to use you however I want" he ran his tongue disgustingly across your cheek, dirtyly erasing the tender kiss he had left.

He took your moan as consent and positioned himself behind you.

"So cute, willing to help me even if she has to give me her body" he smacked your ass with his hard cock making you gasp. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning.

He spit on your entrance and without preparation pushed the tip in stretching you deliciously.

You both let out a gasp, the desire that was there making the pleasure double.

"You're so tight" he pushed himself in a little further and you could only moan begging for him to bottom out.

When he reached his base you arched your back and threw your head back.

"You're being so good for me" he began to give slow but deep thrusts.

"You don't know how many times I masturbated imagining having you like this for me" he growled.

In response you moaned and clenched around him.

He put his hand on your head pushing hard against the couch and began to penetrate you faster and harder.

You just moaned with each thrust totally lost in the way you felt every inch of his cock in your insides, the pain of his grip on your head making it even more pleasurable. You were completely at his mercy.

He put his other hand on your hip, helping him thrust more violently, moaning and grunting at how close his climax felt.

And before he had a chance to pull out of you, he cum deeply.

Feeling his hot cum fill you and his grunt you joined him in the climax moaning and clenching yourself choking his member against your rubbery walls now painted white.

You were so exhausted you could only gasp waiting for him to pull out.

He was still buried deep appreciating the warmth of your shared orgasms.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to..." he said, still without leaving you.

It's like his brain works, but his body has control.

"Calm down, actually, I liked it" you said trying to get over the climb.

He withdrew from you slowly, making you feel every inch you were losing. When he pulled out completely he admired your stretched entrance dripping with your mixed fluids.

"Are you okay?" He came back to reality and approached your face to check.

" It was so good" you said smiling and a bit sleepy "so you masturbated thinking about me? That's interesting" you laughed mockingly.

"Shut up, there's no need to repeat that" he was blushing as if you hadn't fucked two minutes ago.

You lay down and looked at him a little worried about what would happen to you after that.

"Can we leave that talk for later?" Literally as if he had read your thoughts.

"What needs to be done now?" You said, not understanding why he was putting off the talk.

You then saw him turn bright red and look down at his cock. He was hard again.

This was going to be a long sleepover.

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4linos · 28 days ago

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the future in his eyes.

seo changbin x fem!reader

synopsis: after accidentally catching the bouquet at a wedding, changbin opens up about his feelings, revealing his quiet hopes for a future with you, no pressure, just love.

warnings: fluff, marriage/wedding talks, smut (towards the end), MDNI.

wc: 3374

The lights in the reception hall glow like soft stars, strung overhead in warm arcs that blur against the laughter and sparkle of champagne flutes. You're holding Changbin’s hand under the table, tracing slow circles on his palm while he listens to the groom's brother make an overly long, questionably sober speech.

You’re not really listening. Neither is Changbin, not fully.

He leans in close, murmuring in your ear, “If he starts crying again I’m going to cry, too. Out of secondhand embarrassment.”

You snort quietly. “You’re such a hater.”

He grins, cheek pressed against yours. “He used a metaphor about steering ships in storms for love. That’s a hate crime.”

You bite your lip to hold back your laugh, but it bubbles up anyway, full and bright, and he looks so pleased with himself for making you laugh like that, you can’t help but lean into him more. It's been like this all evening, stolen moments, shared glances, inside jokes spoken in half-whispers. The rest of the room blurs. You’re here together, like always.

Dating Changbin has always felt a little bit like that: like finding the eye of the storm and deciding to live there. He’s loud and chaotic and funny in every possible way, but with you, he’s soft. Constant. Safe.

So when the bride stands up and shouts, “Alright! Bouquet toss, let’s go!” you don’t think anything of it.

Until your best friend, the bride marches across the dance floor, grabs you by the wrist, and yanks you up from your seat like a woman on a mission.

You blink, startled. “Wait, what are you—”

She grins at Changbin across the table. “Borrowing her for a sec!”

You shoot him a panicked look, but he just raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. He lifts his wine glass toward you like he’s toasting your sudden kidnapping.

Your friend doesn’t even slow down. “You’re coming up front,” she says, pulling you toward the growing crowd of women forming a semi-circle behind her.

“I’m not catching that thing,” you protest, laughing nervously. “That’s not—seriously, I don’t need—”

“Oh shut up, it’s tradition,” she says, spinning to face you. “And besides, it’ll be funny. Just pretend to try.”

You freeze. “Funny?”

She gives you a pointed look. “You’ve been dating Changbin for 3 years. You think people aren’t already talking?”

Your stomach does something tight and wild. “That’s not—what does that have to do with anything?”

She shrugs, devilish. “Nothing. But imagine the look on his face if you caught it.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You know she’s teasing. Sort of. But it touches a nerve you didn’t expect to feel so exposed tonight.

You step into the circle of bouquet-hopefuls, half-laughing and half-nauseous. The bride turns her back, bouquet in hand, hyping up the crowd as someone starts a drumroll on the back of a chair.

You haven’t really talked about forever with Changbin. Not directly. There’s a rhythm to your relationship, steady, cozy, full of little rituals. Friday takeout. Sunday mornings spent making pancakes and fighting over what music to play. You say I love you like it’s breathing. You’ve built a world together.

But neither of you has dared crack that door open further. Not yet.

And across the room, you see him.

Changbin.

He’s now watching from the side of the dance floor with his jacket off, sleeves rolled up, hands in his pockets, dangerously attractive in that effortless way he always is when he’s not thinking about how good he looks.

“Alright, ladies! On three!” your best friend shouts, her back to you all, bouquet held high like a trophy.

“One!”

A wave of tension.

“Two!”

A few people crouch, arms ready.

“THREE!”

The bouquet flies into the air and you don’t move. You take a literal step back.

And it still lands in your hands.

It’s a perfect catch. Unintentional. A total accident.

Everyone screams.

You stare down at the bouquet in your hands like it personally betrayed you.

“Oh my god!” someone shrieks. “She caught it!”

Laughter erupts. A few of the other girls groan dramatically, one pretending to faint. There’s a chorus of oohs and claps and joking shouts about wedding bells, and you just stand there, frozen, cheeks flushed, bouquet clutched against your chest.

You don’t know what to do with your hands. You don’t know what to do with your face.

And then you look up and your eyes find Changbin.

He’s still standing on the edge of the dance floor.

Still staring at you.

But he’s not laughing.

His expression isn’t teasing, or smug, or even surprised.

He’s just… looking at you. Quietly. Like he’s seeing something he didn’t expect. Something that hit him harder than he thought it would.

And it’s not panic in his eyes.

It’s not even fear.

It’s something else.

Wonder, maybe.

A little awe.

And something warm.

Someone elbows him. and Changbin finally blinks like he’s just remembered how to move, laughing as he gets shoved from behind teasingly.

You feel like you’re burning. You hold the bouquet like it’s about to detonate and wave off the attention as best you can, ducking out of the circle, finding a quiet edge of the reception hall where people are more distracted with cake than your accidental brush with fate.

You’re halfway through convincing yourself that this doesn’t mean anything you’re dating, yes, but that doesn’t mean a flying bouquet from your best friend should cause this much emotional static, when you hear footsteps behind you.

You don’t turn around.

You don’t have to.

“You ran away,” Changbin says softly, just behind your shoulder.

You glance back at him. “I panicked.”

He smiles. “You looked cute.”

You roll your eyes, but your face is warm. “I looked like I caught something I wasn’t supposed to.”

He takes another step closer. You can feel the heat from his body even before he touches you, but then his hand grazes the small of your back just enough to ground you.

He looks down at the bouquet still in your hands. “You didn’t even try to catch it.”

“I know.”

“And yet…”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m telling you, it just flew at me.”

He grins. Then he goes quiet.

And for a few seconds, neither of you says anything.

You look down at the bouquet. It's a little frayed now from the fall, one flower slightly squished, the ribbon twisted, but still beautiful. Classic. Soft.

You don't realize you're fidgeting with it until he gently covers your hands with his.

“Hey,” he says, voice quieter now. “Can I tell you something weird?”

You glance up. “Since when do you ask first?”

That earns a small, lopsided smile. But he’s serious underneath.

“I liked it,” he says.

Your breath stutters. “Liked what?”

He nods toward the bouquet. “The sight of you. Holding that.”

You blink. The world slows.

He doesn’t look away. “I wasn’t expecting it. But it did something to me.”

You swallow. “Like… gave you a heart attack?”

“No.” He laughs softly, then shakes his head. “More like… it made something real.”

You’re not breathing.

He continues, gently, “I didn’t know I’d react like that. But when I saw you with it, it wasn’t like, ‘Oh no, we have to get married now.’” He meets your eyes. “It was more like… ‘Yeah. I’d be lucky as hell if someday, it was you.’”

Your heart cracks open like lightning down the middle of your chest.

Changbin keeps talking, like the words have been sitting heavy on his tongue for a while now, waiting for a moment to spill out.

“I think part of me’s been afraid to say anything because… what we have right now is so good. So easy. And I didn’t want to scare you. Or jinx it. Or make it heavier than it needs to be.”

You grip the bouquet tighter.

“But,” he adds, “seeing you with that stupid bundle of flowers made me realize… I do think about it. Not in some rushed way. Just… in the way you do when you’re really happy. When you can see it. A future. Not in sharp detail. Just… in feelings.”

He smiles, shy and small. “I liked how it looked on you. That kind of future.”

You’re quiet for a moment. The music in the background fades to a slow, romantic hum, barely a heartbeat above silence.

Then you whisper, “You didn’t scare me.”

He blinks. “No?”

You shake your head. “You kind of… undid me. But not scared.”

He exhales, relief warm on your cheek. You lean your forehead against his shoulder, bouquet still clutched between you.

After a moment, you add, “You’re right. It’s not rushed. It’s not even about marriage right now. It’s just… knowing we’re headed somewhere. Together.”

He wraps his arms around you. “Yeah. That.”

You let yourself melt into him, into the warmth, the scent of his cologne, the familiar way he holds you like you fit just right. People move around you. Music drifts. The night keeps going.

But here, right here, it’s still.

The reception has faded into the cozy kind of chaos that only happens after midnight. A few people are still dancing barefoot on the floor, someone’s passed out on a couch with a dessert plate balanced on their chest, and the DJ’s resorted to a late-night playlist of slow R&B and guilty pleasure pop.

You and Changbin have retreated outside, away from the buzz, onto a little stone terrace strung with fairy lights. The air’s cool, crisp, the kind that makes your skin hum after being warm all evening. You’re sitting on a bench, legs tucked under you, shoes long since abandoned. Changbin’s next to you, shoulder brushing yours, both of you wrapped in a silence that’s thick but comfortable.

He’s still holding the bouquet.

You had tried to joke about it earlier “You can’t just steal bridal flowers, you’re going to get cursed.” but he just smiled and kept it tucked under his arm like it belonged to him.

Now, he glances over at you and bumps your knee with his.

“You okay?” he asks again, voice soft. The fifth time tonight.

You smile, resting your cheek against the top of the bench. “I’m good.”

“Tired?”

“Happy.”

He hums. “Good.”

There’s a pause, and then, because your heart’s been fluttering all night and you want to make sure you didn’t imagine all of it, you say, “You meant what you said earlier? About… liking the way I looked? Holding it?”

He turns to you, eyes searching your face. “Yeah. I meant it.”

You shift to face him more fully, pulling your knees up, hoodie sleeves covering your hands. “I liked it too.”

He blinks. “You liked how you looked?”

You shake your head. “No. I liked what it made me feel.”

His eyebrows lift, just a little. “What’d it make you feel?”

You let out a breath, soft and real. “Like we were further along in life than we are. Like… I’d already walked down the aisle and you were waiting. And I wasn’t scared. I was just… calm.”

He goes still, gaze flicking to your mouth, your eyes, then back down to the bouquet in his lap. “That’s exactly how it felt for me,” he says. “Like something snapped into place in my brain and went, ‘Oh. So that’s what it looks like. That’s what it feels like.’”

He’s quiet for a second, thoughtful. “I’ve never felt that before. Not in a way that felt… safe.”

You reach over and take his hand in yours. His thumb immediately starts rubbing lazy circles across your palm.

The silence stretches. The air is cooler now, wind brushing against your skin, but you don’t shiver. His presence is warm enough.

Then, quietly, he adds, “I think part of me’s always felt like I had to earn the right to want something like that. Like I had to become something more before I was allowed to dream that big.”

You look at him. “You don’t have to earn love, Binnie.”

He doesn’t look at you right away. “I know. But… wanting forever with someone? That’s a big want. And you—” He swallows. “You’re the kind of person people imagine forever with. I’ve known that since the first time you stayed the night and stole all the covers.”

You blink. Your throat’s tight. “You really think that about me?”

He nods. “Yeah. And tonight just… confirmed it.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, heart full and aching in the best way. “It’s not just you. I’ve thought about it too. Quietly. In the back of my mind. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we have now.”

He shifts to kiss the top of your head. “You wouldn’t ruin anything. Even if we’re not ready this second, it’s still… something we can want. Together.”

You smile. “You sound like a Hallmark card.”

“I’m trying to be vulnerable,” he groans, playfully dramatic.

“I like it,” you giggle, tugging his hand. “Keep going.”

He glances down at the bouquet again. “Alright. Here's my Hallmark moment. You know what I liked most about seeing you holding this?”

“What?”

He turns toward you, completely, one hand still in yours, the other resting against your cheek. “It didn’t feel like a hint. Or pressure. Or even a milestone. It just looked… right. Like watching someone pick up their coffee mug in the morning. Familiar. Easy.”

Your chest caves in a little at that. The simplicity. The truth of it.

You whisper, “I don’t think anyone’s ever made me feel that known before.”

He leans forward until his forehead rests against yours. “I want to know all of it. What forever looks like. With you.”

You kiss him, soft and slow and sweet because it’s too much, and not enough, and exactly what needs to happen.

When you pull back, he’s smiling. “So… can we keep the bouquet?”

You laugh. “It’s literally in your lap. You already claimed it.”

“I’m just saying,” he says, faux-casual, “we could dry it. Hang it upside down, press some petals. Make a whole thing of it. You know. A symbolic memory.”

You look at him, amused. “And when people ask why you have a dried bouquet on your bookshelf?”

“I’ll say it’s the first time I saw the future.”

You groan. “Now you’re the one being cheesy.”

“I’m romantic, babe,” he says, leaning back with a smug little grin. “Get it right.”

You roll your eyes. But you don’t let go of his hand.

You're both quiet on the ride home.

Not awkward quiet. Loaded quiet.

Changbin's hand is on your thigh the whole drive, thumb rubbing slow, hypnotic circles into your skin through the slit of your dress. His jaw is tight. Focused. But every red light makes his hand climb higher.

You feel like you're sitting on a secret.

Not just the teasing from the wedding, or the looks he gave you across the dance floor.

It's something heavier.

He liked the sight of you holding it.

He said that. And he meant it.

You don't say much once you're inside your apartment.

Shoes fall off at the door. The bouquet, still in your hand, gets set gently on the kitchen counter, like a piece of the night you're not ready to let go of yet.

He watches you from the doorway.

One hand in his pocket. Shirt half-untucked. Tie loose around his neck, just like it was when he gave you that look across the dance floor-the one that said I'm thinking things I shouldn't say in front of your friends.

You meet his eyes.

He's not smirking.

He's watching.

Like he's memorizing something.

And when you finally speak, it's just above a whisper.

"You've been quiet.”

He shrugs once, smile soft. "I'm thinking."

You step closer. "About what?"

"You."

The way he says it, it stops you.

"I keep thinking about how you looked," he continues.

"In that dress. Holding that bouquet like it wasn't meant for anyone else."

You look down, suddenly shy. "It was just a silly tradition."

"Maybe." He steps in. "But it didn't feel silly."

His fingers brush your arm, barely there. You feel it everywhere.

"It felt..." He hesitates, then settles on, "Right."

You swallow. The air between you buzzes with electricity.

And then, gently, he reaches for the zipper of your dress.

"Can I?"

You nod.

He doesn't tug. He lowers it slowly, carefully, like he's unwrapping something fragile. His fingers trail down your spine as the fabric loosens, and your body warms under his touch, your chest rising and falling in anticipation.

When he finally slips the dress from your shoulders, it pools at your feet.

You don't move.

You just watch him.

His eyes linger, not with lust, but with reverence.

As if he's trying to commit this moment to memory, not just the sight of your skin, but the softness in your face. The trust.

He exhales through his nose. "You're so beautiful."

You reach for his shirt, undoing the buttons slowly. One by one. Your fingers are shaking, but not from nerves.

From want.

From feeling too much all at once.

When his shirt hits the floor, you let your hands wander over his chest, his stomach, the curve of his waist. He shivers under your touch, but doesn't stop you.

He just murmurs, "Come here."

You fall into him like gravity.

His arms wrap around your bare back, and your mouth finds his with aching softness. The kiss is warm. Slow.

His lips part against yours like they've been waiting all night, and you sigh into him, deepening it naturally.

There's no rush.

No fumbling.

Just heat.

The kind that builds under your skin, steady and pulsing.

His hands explore like he's memorizing every dip and curve. Yours drag up his arms, into his hair, pulling him closer as your bodies press together, skin to skin, mouths moving in rhythm.

And all the while, you feel it: The undercurrent.

That electric, emotional weight between you-the unspoken I want yous, the quiet I love yous, the possibility of forever that neither of you is pretending not to feel anymore.

He kisses you like he's telling the truth with every breath.

He lifts you slowly, carries you to the bedroom, lays you down with a kind of reverence that makes your heart ache. His eyes never leave yours. Even as the last layers come off. Even as he slides in close, breath trembling, voice wrecked.

"This feels different," he whispers.

You nod. "It is different."

And it is.

It's not just sex tonight.

It's you and him, completely open. Stripped bare, not just in body but in everything that matters.

Your hands exploring. Your mouths rediscovering.

Your hearts steady beneath each touch.

It's slow.

And deep.

And full.

He moves inside you with care, with purpose. No rush.

No frantic pace. Just rhythm and breath and the overwhelming closeness of someone choosing you, again and again, in every slow thrust, every whispered word, every desperate kiss between moans.

You hold onto him like he's the only thing tethering you to the earth.

And when you both finally break-together, trembling and breathless, it's quiet. A sharp inhale. A soft cry. His forehead pressed to yours.

And after, he doesn't move.

He just stays wrapped around you, tangled in sheets and warmth, one hand stroking slow lines down your spine.

"You looked like the future tonight," he says softly.

You smile, cheek pressed to his shoulder. "You made it feel real."

It's late.

The room is still. But neither of you sleeps.

Because tonight is about something else entirely.

It's about wanting each other.

Not just physically, but in every single way that matters.

And neither of you is holding back anymore.

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I love you

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Pairing: Og8 X gn reader

Summary: When the public finds out you're dating your boyfriend, the fans have a lot to say.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 4.7K

A/N: I have to admit, to whomever requested this, I made this a lot more fluffy and lighthearted than I was originally going to. Some of these are a little more serious than others, but I layered a few jokes in, so I hope it makes you laugh. No matter if you date a k-pop idol or not, some opinions of people are just that; opinions (stupid and irrelevant) Live your best life and do what makes you happy <3

_ _ _

Chan:

“I could really use some inspiration,” Chan called over his shoulder. “So if you find yourself growing bored or getting cold or-”

“Not interested,” you mumbled. You took another sip of your drink and continued scrolling through your phone. You didn’t bother to look up when you responded.

Ever since Dispatch released a photo of you and Chan, the fandom was in shambles. Half of them were defending you and the other half was planning ways to end your life. Chan told you to ignore what people said, but it was about impossible to ignore when your social media accounts were being bombed every few seconds.

Every refresh sent new hate tweets and every time you opened Instagram, you were tagged in more and more photos. You had to turn off your Insta comments because they were flooded with hate. Ever since it happened, you’d been glued to your phone. Every new hate comment was another chip at your heart.

Chan was sitting at his laptop and working on stringing the vocals of another song together. Most of the song was being arranged by another producer, but he wanted the beginning to sound a certain way. Chains clanked, a certain whistle sounded, and then the bass dropped.

He’d been working at it for over an hour and he was expecting you to come curl into his lap like you usually did, but as time went on, you stayed behind him on the studio couch. He tried to focus, but it was driving him insane, he just wanted you for five minutes. You were too busy with your nose in your phone to notice.

He finally shut his laptop, stretched his arms above his head, and he let out a groan. He leaned back and kicked his feet to push him away from the desk. At any time, you’d take notice, rush over, and practically jump on him, but you didn’t.

He waited five seconds and then ten. Thirty trickled into forty and then he scraped his foot along the floor to face you. “Okay, what’s got you so obsessed that you can’t even look at me? You’ve been on your phone for so long. Did you find someone else to replace me?”

You finally glanced over at his voice. Your head slightly shook and you hesitated, but clicked your phone off. “I haven’t, but maybe you should find someone else to replace me. The fans are saying that you’re out of my league.”

“Those that are saying that aren’t my fans. Those are cunts that will-”

“You can’t call your fans cunts, Chan.”

“It’s the Aussie way!”

“It’s the way to get your ass in trouble if management hears you.”

“And that’s why they’re not here and it’s just us.” He opened his arms and sat back in his chair. “Come here. Come give me the love that I deserve. Let me love you.”

Your face softened as you stared at him. His hands clinked as he made grabby hands in your direction. “Come on! You know you want me. You want me soooo bad.”

“You’re a child, I swear.” You let your phone lay, placed your beverage on the coffee table, and headed over to him.

He giggled, wrapped his arms around your waist, and jerked you onto his lap. You barely had time to understand it before you were straddling his lap. He cooed and squeezed you tightly as he slightly rocked back and forth in the chair.

“Who’s the cutest of them all? You are. Who’s the prettiest and the best? You are.”

“You’re talking to me the exact way you talk to Berry.”

“And that’s why I know that you secretly love it. You always get cuteness aggression when I do that, don’t you?” He reached up and gently squeezed your cheeks in his hands. A baby voice slipped out and his dimpled smile grew.

You couldn’t help, but burst into laughter as the tip of his nose bumped yours and he gently tickled the sides of your torso. _ _ _

Minho:

“Are you praying or meditating?” Minho asked as he joined you at the breakfast table. A plate of scrambled eggs and toast was sat down in front of you. “You should finish quickly, preferably before your food gets cold.”

Your hands were clenched tight and you sat straight up in the wooden chair. Your nostrils flared as you sucked in a deep breath through your nose and let it out through your mouth. Your eyes remained shut as you finally spoke.

“I’m sending out a message to whatever grand and divine divinity is listening out there.”

“That’s new for you.” He grabbed a fork and scooped up a pile of yellowed eggs. “So enlighten me, what made you find religion at seven in the morning?” He took the bite and began to chew.

“May God give me the strength to not tell Minho’s fans to sit on my middle finger and swivel.”

He stopped chewing and his eyes grew wide. Your own eyes opened and met him. For a brief moment, the two of you held eye contact. It was quickly ruined by Minho’s bubbly laughter turning into a choke. Bits of half-chewed scrambled eggs hit your face and your look of disgust only made him laugh harder.

He swallowed the remnants, grabbed his napkin, leaned over the table, and wiped the moist bits away. “I’m so sorry, but you shouldn’t have said that while I was chewing. You could have waited until I swallowed.”

“This is their fault too.”

“What could they have possibly done to make you so enraged at this early in the morning?”

“One of your so-called fans went viral on TikTok. Take a guess as to why that was.” Your arms crossed over your chest and you scowled.

“Why?”

“Because they lurked on my Instagram and found a post that I posted two years ago. You know how I regularly volunteer at the animal shelter?” He hummed softly. “Well, they found that post and they found the caption where I admitted that I was a dog person!”

“And?”

“They’re ripping me to shreds for it! They’re claiming that we’re not compatible because I’m a dog person! Who does that? And they’re all on TikTok like-” Your voice grew high-pitched as you began to mock the comments that you recounted in your head.

He stared at you and a fond smile appeared on his face. Too engaged in your discourse, you didn’t realize how silly you sounded. You went on and on and on until he stopped you. “Are you done yet?”

You huffed and threw yourself back in your seat. “Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Definitely a dog person. If a cat person was in your situation, we just would have posted photos with more cats to piss them off more.”

“You’re not helping.”

“I didn’t ever imply I was going to help the situation. That’s called comedy. I might go on Bubble and agree with them. What about that?”

You glared at him and all he could do was chuckle. Without missing a beat, your middle finger went up. “Sit and swivel.”

“You first, sweetheart.”

_ _ _

Changbin:

“And you know what they say,” Changbin whispered as his eyes drooped. “A chicken breast a day keeps the muscles swole and slay.” Half asleep, his words turned into utter nonsense.

Meanwhile, your hands were on your cheeks in the bathroom attached to your bedroom. With the door wide open, you weren’t really paying attention to his words. You were focused on pulling your eyebrows up and pushing your nose down.

“Changbin?”

“No, Hyunjin hasn’t bought me my diamond ring yet.”

“Huh?”

He blinked and jerked upright in bed. His sleepy eyes found you leaning against the bathroom door frame with a frown on your face. “What did you say?”

“I called your name. Do my facial features look weird to you? Ever since the news broke about us dating, they keep calling me ugly. That’s the one prominent thing they keep commenting on.”

You glanced back to the bathroom mirror with a deepened frown. “Are my eyebrows the issue?” You stepped back inside, stood to the side, and sighed. A finger brushed down the slope of your nose. “Maybe that’s the issue?”

“No, Felix, you can’t crawl in my muscles and live inside of them forever.”

Your eyebrows narrowed as you jerked your head back to the room. Changbin’s head tipped down to his chest and his messy black hair sat in every direction. “What did you say about Felix?”

He groaned, his head jerked up, and he rubbed his eyes. “What about the fans?”

“They keep calling me ugly.”

“WHAT?” He kicked and scrambled, nearly tangling within the blankets trying to get up. The sound of a loud thud sent you running back to the entrance to check on him.

When you peered around the frame, he was pushing himself off the floor. “No, no, no!” Both of his fingers wagged as he marched in your direction. “I won’t stand for that kind of nonsense! Ugly? Maybe their personalities are ugly and just plain RUDE.”

“But they keep-”

“Nuh-uh.” He placed a hand on your hip and spun you around to face the bathroom. “I don’t care what they say. They’re not dating you and that means that their opinions are irrelevant.”

He bent down and scooped you up. Your arm went behind your head and you allowed him to carry you back to bed. He bent down, pulled down the blankets, and gently laid you down. “The two of us are going to bed because we’re sleepy and you know what?”

“What?”

“When people are sleepy, the opinions of others start to matter.” He pulled the sheet over you and then a blanket. “We don’t like when that happens, do we?” His head shook. “No we don’t, so we get some sleep.”

“Are you gentle parenting me, right now?”

“Shush.” He patted the top of your forehead fondly and added another blanket. Another blanket was followed by a final blanket and he stood back to take in the scene.

You were covered up your chin with all the heavy bedding. He nodded, walked towards you, and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “And what do we do when we’re sleepy and the opinions of others start to affect us?”

“We go to sleep, I think.”

“Do you know why?”

Your head shook.

“Because we don’t take criticism from people that we’d never go to for advice. That includes meaningless conversations online from faceless accounts. Sleeping also helps reset the brain, so when we can wake up, we can feel fresh and rejuvenated.”

“I like that quote.”

He hummed, walked around the bed, and crawled next to you. A hand shifted beneath your back and he tugged your body against his. “I like that quote too. Now please, go to sleep.”

“What’d you say earlier about Hyunjin not buying you a ring yet?”

“Shut up and sleep.” _ _ _

Hyunjin:

“Babe, it’s not that serious.”

Your heart clenched at the words and you swallowed the hurt in your throat. You stared at the phone in your hand, clicked it off, and gently laid it off to the side. Hyunjin just got home from work and all day, you’d been dealing with the aftermath of your relationship leaking to the public.

Horrible and terrible things were being said about you. You tried not to let it bother you, but things tended to be taken to heart. A few videos were leaked by fans who stumbled upon you and you and Hyunjin were in an argument over something stupid. The fans caught it on tape and since then, you’d been called a variety of curse words under the sun.

“Do you think I’m flawed for taking things too seriously?” You asked after a wave of silence broke between you. “Because even your fans agree, just by one video, that I take things too seriously.”

On the other end of the living room, his face fell. “I didn’t mean it like that. The argument that we were having, they don’t understand that we banter like that all the time. Just because you view life through a different lens, it doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing.”

He pushed himself from the recliner and headed to your end of the couch. “I’m sorry for acting like it’s nothing. I’ve just learned that most fan discourse is to be ignored. They’re always assuming or seeing things that aren’t really there. It’s an endless void and if you let yourself drown in it, you’ll be miserable.”

“I didn’t consider that you’ve never dealt with issues like this before.” He plopped down beside you and tugged you into his lap. “Whatever they say and whatever stupidity that they come up with, it doesn’t define you. I wouldn’t be with you if I hated you.”

“Their opinions are irrelevant and a lot of what you’re hearing, it’s anger from their own insecurities. You were meant for me and that’s just how it is. I’m not meant to live a life following the opinions of others and neither are you.”

“My opinion was the right opinion,” you mumbled. “I just don’t see how they could agree with you over a stupid idea.”

He playfully scoffed. “Nuh-uh! Mine was the right one.”

“Who doesn’t like eggplants?”

He groaned and threw up his hands in disbelief. He shoved you back towards the arm of the couch and threw himself onto his back. “BECAUSE WHY WOULD YOU? Were you born sick?”

You’d keep fighting him about this topic, not necessarily because you loved eggplants, but because you liked watching his theatrical reactions.

_ _ _

Han:

“Okay, you’re not talking and it’s really starting to freak me out. What more do you want from me? Honey? You’re not chatting like you usually do.”

“Yeah, I know.” You shrugged and let yourself relax against the porch swing. The metal frame had a canopy above it and the two of you were enjoying the last tendrils of the setting sun.

Milky pink, soft blue, and a dusting of fireball red swirled around the sky. Han was crisscrossed in his socks while he talked about his day. Usually, you’d be piping in with comments or asking him questions, but today, you just occasionally hummed.

You focused on the sky and you let your feet gently sway your body back and forth. He continued rambling and rambling and rambling. Usually, the two of you bounced from topic-to-topic, but when you didn’t utter a word after his third story, he frowned.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Mmhm.”

“Then why aren’t you talking? Are you mad at me?”

Your eyes found his and your head shook. “No, I just thought you might like it better if I was quiet for once. I don’t always need to be saying things and interrupting your conversations. We always change directions and I thought it’d be nice for you to finish a story without you being distracted.”

“But I love when the conversation diverts elsewhere and we talk about other things before coming back. It’s really fun and I like it.”

“Do you really or are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

He pushed himself to sit up and let his legs fall to the ground. “Why would I lie about that?”

“Your fans think I’m too loud and too much. I guess I got worried that maybe you think that too. I get so happy and excited to talk to you. I don’t mean to be so loud, but I–”

“Don’t ever apologize for existing loudly. I love knowing you exist and knowing that you want to interact with me. It’s one of my favorite parts of the day, so please never stop.”

“You mean it?” You whispered softly.

“With my whole entire heart.” He leaned closer and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes slipped shut and you let your body relax. When he pulled away, his eyes twinkled beneath the fading rays of sunlight. “Can I do that again?”

“Do you really have to ask?”

He grinned and leaned forward to kiss you again.

_ _ _

Felix:

“Babe! Babe! Babe!” Felix burst into your room beaming. “I did it! I did it! I’m not bronze anymore! I finally got a higher rank!”

Your eyes widened and you spun around in your gaming chair. On your head, your headphones sat on your ears and your microphone was on. You shot Felix a look of panic and his face fell. “Oh, shit,” he whispered.

Dating the love of your life was easy, but it was harder when you earned your living by streaming gaming content and Felix was an idol. With such public lives, the two of you weren’t sure how to break the news. Felix wasn’t even sure if his company would allow it, so when he found a significant other, he just never told them.

Awkwardly, he grimaced and backed out of the room. Your eyes squeezed shut as you internally cursed and spun yourself back to face the ongoing livestream.

“IS THAT FELIX FROM STRAY KIDS?”

“If the fans don’t kill you first, jyp will.”

“Holy FUCK, when did that happen?”

“And if I said that never happened and the stream glitched?” You laughed nervously and tried to play it off. Your eyes went back to your game and you tried to breathe and not panic, but it wasn’t working.

It didn’t help that when you glanced over, the chat was being filled with hate. People were fuming about you having a significant other. Others were fans of Stray Kids and they were pissed off that you of all people were dating their favorite idol.

“So how about we talk about something else? Like how you guys have been doing or literally anything else?” You forced a laugh, but it didn’t help. More and more comments were rolling in.

When you caught wind of more hatred, you blinked rapidly, trying not to cry. Not to mention, the level you were playing, your character kept dying. Too shaken up by the events, your fingers weren’t as quick as they usually were.

After about five minutes of torture, the door to your room flung open and caused you to jump. You glanced back over your shoulder to find an angry Felix striding into the room. Before you could stop him, he pulled your chair away from your camera set up.

“Okay, that’s it, it’s me.” He got on his knees, so he was in the camera frame. “I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t be mean to my significant other in the gaming chat. They’ve worked so hard to get to this point and I don’t think it’s fair that you’re making this about me now.”

“Felix, you don’t have to-”

“Do you know how hard it is to date a gamer when you’re stuck on bronze?” He continued.

“You should date someone with a real job.”

Felix read the comment and frowned. Without missing a beat, he responded. “And I think you should get a real life instead of hiding behind a screen with a Skibidi Toilet profile picture.”

You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, reminding him that he didn’t have to do this. He reached up, gently placed his hand on top of yours, and squeezed you back. He didn’t have to do this, but he wasn’t going to let you deal with the masses alone.

He thought the Skibidi Toilet meme was stupid, so it felt like knocking down two birds with one stone.

_ _ _

Seungmin:

“Are you going to take a break anytime soon? You’ve been busy for the past few hours and I told you that I was going to take you out to dinner.”

“Could you give me another hour?” You glanced up from your spot on the floor. In your hand, a screwdriver and in the other hand, you were holding a shelf of a smaller book shelf that you were trying to put together.

“Um…” Seungmin’s head tipped and he frowned. “Yeah, I guess. Did you get a burst of inspiration or something? You’ve been working in this room the entire day. You stripped the carpet, you put in those hardwood sections that I told you I’d help you with. Now,” he gestured to the bookshelf, “you’re building furniture.”

You shrugged, “I just wanted to get our room prepared. It’s harder to move between an apartment and a house if the rooms aren’t ready, so I thought I’d just spend the day fixing it up.”

“But…”

“But?” You echoed.

He wanted to point out your short attention span and tell you that this certainly wasn’t like you. He wanted to ask if you were okay or mentally unwell, but you looked bored by the conversation. Your eyes continued to wander back to the instruction booklet to make sure you were placing pieces together properly.

“Never mind, just call me when you’re ready and we’ll go.”

You watched him spin around and leave. Your attention went right back to the bookcase. Ever since you caught wind of his fans calling you lazy, you were forcing yourself to be more self-disciplined.

Seungmin did it with such ease. Even when he didn’t want to do things, he pushed himself harder. Maybe that meant staying longer to learn a dance or it meant taking extra vocal lessons. Perhaps, it was just spending extra time in the recording booth to nail vocals. Seungmin seemed to get the whole self-perseverance thing, but you were different.

Tasks were more difficult for you to get through. Having a short attention span didn’t help and oftentimes, you found yourself getting distracted or doing other things. Motivation was hard to come by for you. You were trying to work on self-discipline, but it was a long process.

You were dubbed lazy by Seungmin’s fans after Seungmin made a light-hearted joke in the interview. He called you a homebody and joked that you were like a lazy cat, constantly curled up somewhere and not doing much. It never truly minded Seungmin and it was just a joke, but when the fandom heard it, they weren’t happy.

They didn’t understand how someone with so much go could date someone with such little motivation. It worried them and the lighthearted joke rolled into an entire hate train. Comment after comment was plastered on your feed.

Since then, you were trying to make yourself seem useful. You ignored the short attention span of yours and forced yourself to keep going. This was day one of what you had internally dubbed your new life.

A shriek a short while later sent Seungmin rushing back to the room you were in. You were there with a hammer and gripping your thumb while you cursed up a storm. He rushed to your side and gently grabbed your hand.

“Let me see it. What happened?” He pulled your now red and throbbing thumb away from your other fingers.

All you could do was hiss in pain. It took a few seconds before you could admit that you accidentally slammed your thumb, with the hammer’s head, while driving a nail into the side of the wood.

“Can you bend it?” Worried eyes found yours.

“I don’t even want to attempt to do that. It hurts so bad, I wish I was kidding. I can physically feel it swelling up.”

“Let’s put the restaurant on a rain check right now and let’s get you to the doctor.”

He pulled you up by your good hand and led you into the living room. It was there that he helped you slip into your shoes and began tying the strings. You watched him with a frown on your face.

“This is so stupid,” you mumbled, feeling mortified about everything. “Your fans were right and so were you. I have an awful attention span and maybe all I’m really good for is laying around and being lazy.”

He glanced up at you with a raised eyebrow. “You haven’t seen that your fans are hitting me with hate, have you? You made that joke last week and now I’ve become a failure in their eyes.”

“I have a lot to say about that, but I think we need to get you to the emergency room. Do you think the doctor will IV you? Maybe if I take a photo of it and ask for prayers, they’ll think you’re dying and then they’ll feel awful.”

“That’s incredibly petty.”

“Yeah, well, nobody gets to bully you besides me.”

_ _ _

Jeongin:

Jeongin’s arms reached out for you and then you dipped down. You ducked away, spun around, and began to talk about your day. Jeongin’s face puckered in displeasure, but he didn’t fight it.

“How was your day?” You asked once you were finished.

The two of you arrived home at the same time, just like usual. Your days were polar opposite, but it always led to different conversations. You were pretty stationary at your job, but Jeongin was constantly on the move.

“It was okay.” He reached out for your hand, but you tugged it away when you saw him reach for it. “The guys and I screwed around like usual. We started to learn a new dance and I think by the end of tomorrow’s practice, we’ll have it fully down.”

“That sounds amazing. You guys are really good at learning dances so fast. I don’t think I could ever do something that quickly. It takes me a few days to get the dance moves down.”

He hummed and reached out again, but once more, you ignored his outstretched hand and you side-stepped it. When you did it again, he finally reached out, grabbed your hips, shoved you forward, and then shifted you. When he was finished, you stared at him with wide eyes.

His hands remained on your hips and he pinned you against a living room stand. Your throat pulsed as you swallowed a loud gulp. His eyes met yours and they narrowed.

“What?” You finally uttered as you squirmed beneath his gaze. “What are you looking at me like that for? What did I do?”

“Are you playing dumb right now, or are you being serious?”

“Huh?” “You won’t let me touch you. I’ve tried to grab you a few times and you keep wiggling away, like you don’t want to be touched. Did I do something wrong yesterday?” He gently squeezed your hips. “I don’t know what I did.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I just…” You trailed off, not sure if you should tell him or not.

“You just what?”

“That video that leaked the other day, the fans think I’m too clingy. I don’t want to seem like I’m suffocating you. I know that you’re not so huge on skin-to-skin contact, but I also didn’t realize just how much I do it.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do something just because I like it. You’re allowed to have boundaries in this relationship and if I’m clinging to you and touching you way too much, then I-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

Your words halted immediately. Under the scrutiny of his stare, it was getting harder to stay still. You sucked in a deep breath and his fingers squeezed your hips once more.

“I know I’m allowed to have boundaries, but I’ve learned to like your touch. I don’t mind it if you’re constantly touching me. If you’re laying on me, curled around my arm, or just holding hands, I’ve learned that I really like it.”

“Are you sure?” You whispered. “Because truly, if you don’t like it-”

“I never admit it because of the guys,” he finally admitted. “If I admit that I don’t mind your skinship, the guys will be all over me. It’s already bad enough that the seven of them still view me as a helpless teenager.”

A smile cracked at your face. “It just means that they love you, Innie.”

“And I love them, but I also love being grown and being independent. Now enough of that, where’s my hug? My evening kiss? I’ve had a long day and I’d really like to be touched.”

“Words of a pervert,” you mumbled beneath your breath.

“What did you just say?”

“Spoken like a true perv-”

He cut you off by pulling you towards him and connecting your lips.

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stolen kisses with stray kids — established relationship, extreme fluff, some might be suggestive ? (2.0k words)

moments they steal a kiss & where they do it

chan. during movie night when everyone’s asleep

it’s a little scandalous, they way he reaches for your lips while his friends are asleep during one of your movie nights.

it’s around 2am, and the only reason you’re still awake is because chan’s being extra clingy with the way he squeezes your waist, running his cold hand under your shirt.

how can anyone expect him to fall asleep though? not when you’re so close to him, and he can smell your shampoo, and feel your steady breathing.

“sleepy.” you mumble, grabbing the ends of your shared blanket that jisung had stolen most of hours ago. chan had to excuse himself midway through your third movie to get you a new one.

“hmm.” he hums in response, nuzzling his nose against your hair, hands planting themselves on your bare waist. “is my baby sleepy?”

“mhm.” chan can’t help but grin down at you, disentangling his head from your hair for a moment to look at you—your sleepy smile and drooping eyes. how could he not press his lips on yours when you’re looking at him like that?

it feels like a shot of espresso, and he would’ve gone in for another one had you not fallen asleep, head buried in his neck and arms gripping his shirt.

minho. at the dance practice room while waiting for everyone else to arrive

minho’s arms are immediately locked around your torso the minute you walk into your university’s dance practice room. your boyfriend had rented it out for the evening with his friends to practice their final project, and you’d come with dinner and your support.

“5 minutes.” he whispers with a sinister grin, and you’re about to question what he meant when he goes straight in for your lips. ah, five minutes before his friends get here.

his lips aren’t shy at all. you can feel him growing more desperate as seconds pass, and you don’t know what’s gotten into your boyfriend for him to be kissing you like this, but you don’t exactly have any complaints.

minho kisses up your jaw, pulling your hips closer to his before planting his lips back on yours. and you have to admit, it’s a little attractive to catch a glimpse of the way he’s holding you and the way he’s kissing you from the dance studio’s big fucking mirror.

you don’t even realize how much time had passed. everything felt like a blur with the way your boyfriend was kissing you. but before you know it, there are knocks on the door and minho is breathing heavily against your neck.

he presses one last final kiss on your lips before he’s pulling away from the tight grip he’d placed you in earlier. it’s impressive, the way he immediately switches to a more composed version of himself—unlocking the doors and welcoming his friends inside. the smile on his face is gone, and it makes your face heat up to think that they have no idea what had happened just five minutes before they walked into the studio.

changbin. in the gym room against the lockers

“babe, i have the water bottle you’d left—oh!”

changbin gives you no warning when he kisses you against the lockers of his condominium’s gym. you suppose it’s because he’s the only one there. despite his appearance, your boyfriend is usually shy when it comes to public displays of affection.

it doesn’t help that he has a very visible afterglow after his workout session, sheen of sweat on his arms and forehead, and it really is hard to look away—well, it would’ve been hard if you weren’t so preoccupied with the way he was kissing you. it’s slow, and very very hot because it’s so uncharacteristic of your boyfriend to be kissing you like this where anyone could walk in on you. he lets his lips linger for a little longer than your usual kisses, completely taking away your breath.

when he pulls away, he’s still staring at your lips, and you can see a soft smile playing on his. he sends you another peck on the lips before he’s grabbing at the water bottle in your hand.

“thanks baby.” he downs the water in one chug, arms flexing and playing into the fabric of the top he’s wearing. you’re still against the lockers, where he’d pushed you against earlier, and his free arm is still locking you in place. you feel akin to a schoolgirl, with her crush so close.

the thought of him kissing you again like this has you mentally kicking your feet.

hyunjin. in the art studio’s closet where they keep the supplies

he kisses you in the university’s art studio closet—where they keep the supplies. you’d only meant to help hyunjin clean up, but you find yourself locked between his arms with his lips on yours. maybe it’s something about how your boyfriend is much more romantic when he’s in his artist’s mindset, but he refuses to pull away.

you don’t know he’d spent hours prior trying to paint even just a fraction of how he feels about you on the canvas. you were only able to catch a glimpse of vivid colors, the same that’s staining his hands and clinging to his skin.

hyunjin only pulls away when he accidentally knocks down a stool in the cramped space, pulling away and shyly crinkling his nose. it’s a direct contrast to how rough he’d been, hands roaming every possible inch of your face and neck and waist.

when you step outside, you catch your reflection in the studio’s big studio. the sight makes your cheeks heat up embarrassingly, and hyunjin has to apologize for caking your face with the paint that had been on his hands prior to stealing your lips in that closet.

jisung. at the dorm room while his roommate is away

can someone really blame him? you just looked so kissable with your pouty lips and your furrowed eyebrows. when you’d finally succumbed to studying for the night, jisung wastes no time, catching your lips in his.

he’d give anything to continue pressing his lips into yours for the entirety of his life.

and if not for the rest of his life, then at least for a couple more hours while the sun is still up — and while felix (his roommate) is very much not in their dorm yet.

jisung smiles at you when you pull away—that dumb smile he always gives you when he’s not quite done kissing you yet. he has his hands firmly planted on your hips, and his legs are outstretched so you’re comfortable on his lap.

you have a feeling you’ll leave his dorm with a flushed face and swollen lips. you hope felix isn’t on his way home anytime soon.

felix. while baking seungmin’s birthday cake, everytime jisung exits the kitchen

in his dorm’s mini kitchen while the three of you with jisung bake seungmin’s birthday cake. he only ever does it when his roommate is too distracted with other things like what he should get the younger boy—would a gag gift of a stuffed penis be enough to torment seungmin? you can hear him clearly from the living room, calling out to ask you for advice, but felix stands firm on wanting to kiss you until you can’t breathe.

“felix, stop! jisung might walk in on us.” though you’re telling him to stop, it’s a little hard to convince your boyfriend when you’re giggling and kissing him back.

who could blame felix though? how can he not kiss you when there’s frosting on your lips from decorating the cake? and what better way to clean it than kissing it off?

he has you lifted up on the counter, stood between your legs with his hands on your thighs. you’d shiver once in a while, it can’t be helped when the boy’s running his cold hands up and down your bare skin, hiking your shirt up just a little bit.

and he’s mastered the art of excuses at this point, always having something to say when jisung walks into the kitchen and suspiciously eyes the both of you because why are your lips the same color as the extra frosting.

though, on his hundredth attempt at secretly kissing you, jisung walks right in and immediately screams “my eyes!” as he runs away with his palms covering his eyes.

seungmin. against the bookshelves of the library

“kiss me.” it feels wrong coming out of his lips. your goody two shoes, straight a’s boyfriend, whispering for you to kiss him in the library.

seungmin’s taking advantage of the fact that nobody ever stays at the university’s library past 12am, not when exam seasons are far off. he had dragged you here earlier, something about a project, and with nothing better to do, you’d thought you would accompany him.

you’d expected him to bury his face in his laptop as usual, square glasses on his concentrated face. you didn’t expect to be making out with him against the bookshelves of the library—somewhere by the anatomy section, you don’t even remember anymore.

it’s like he prepared for this too, knowing exactly where you won’t be caught. he has you between his arms, and he ghosts your face terribly close to his.

it really isn’t difficult to admit that seungmin is wildly attractive like this. while you loved your nerdy boyfriend, something about him with his messy hair and his eyeglasses discarded has you breathing erratically.

his lips immediately catch yours when you lean forward to kiss him. it’s a little messy, but you give into it, and into his tongue that’s swiping on your bottom lip. you don’t know what had warranted this, but it definitely isn’t unwelcomed.

you only pull away when you hear the librarian surveying the lines of shelves, noticing that you and seungmin had been gone a little too long. it really isn’t that hard to find a book.

when you come back to your corner table, seungmin doesn’t say anything. his glasses are back on his frame, but it’s hard to miss his smirk and the way he’s running his tongue over his lips once in a while.

jeongin. under the school’s staircase in between class

jeongin loves to steal kisses in between classes. he’d kiss you anywhere, behind your department’s building, inside an empty classroom, anywhere with no prying eyes.

today, it’s under your school’s staircase. he kisses you sweetly, almost romantic. the kind of kiss that tells you he misses you despite it only being a few hours since you last saw each other.

he kisses you over and over in between quiet conversation about how your class went—how was that quiz you had? was it a boring one? he loves listening to you talk, and he loves interrupting you once in a while to place a short peck on your lips. it’s usually when you say your ‘w’s or any letter that puckers your lips up.

similarly, you ask him questions about his class—was his teacher a little less shitty today? did he finish that group project he’d spent many late hours on? what’s on his mind and why is he looking at you like that?

“you.” he says with a smug smile, and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. you stare at each other for a while, but jeongin can only go so long without your lips on his so he grabs your chin with his fingers and pulls you gently to place his lips on yours one last time.

the last kisses always last longer, when he knows he’s running out of time, and your next class is looming around the corner. and your boyfriend always knows how to make it count.

“see you on your next break, babe.”

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seungmonggg · 5 months ago

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COME HERE~ {HYUNG LINE}

Sypnosis: The Guys seem to be very desperate for you.

Screenshot Count: 7

Warnings: Cursing, talking of sex

WARNING! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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justwonder113 · 6 months ago

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Sharing a bed with Changbin

Chan; Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

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Summary: What happens when Changbin comes to pick you up after a night out with your friends.

Warning: Chaos just pure Chaos. Cursing as always; Reader is a female; Both reader and Changbin are dummies. Literally idiots in love; Mentions of drinking, reader is a bit tipsy at the start. mentions of kissing. NOT PROOFREAD. Please tell me if I miss anything.

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Sometimes drinking alcohol and getting drunk with your best friends was all that you needed to unwind after a hard week of working your ass off. However, as much as you loved feeling this light, carefree, relaxed and let’s just simply say euphoric, alcohol intake also had its cons. For example, this lightness and relaxation came with the price of being unable to stand straight on your legs and your crush looking way more yummy than usual.

You weren’t really planning to go out. After a day you had at work all you felt like was to go home, take a warm bath and snuggle in bed with some good movie playing on the background. Your best friend came up with the idea to go clubbing and getting some overpriced but tasty drinks. You were reluctant at first but after thinking things over you decided to go. And it was great! You had time of your life and it was just what you needed to fully relax and wash off the stress of your daily life. The only problem now was that you had a bit too much to drink and could barely stand on your legs and you felt really dizzy. Also watching Changbin help your friend (who was also wasted if not more than you) get to her door, and mind you he got every one of your friends to their houses because it was really late and he didn’t want them to go with cabs in the middle of the night while in this vulnerable state. You had to call mama Seo and thank her for raising such a gentleman!

Okay maybe you were a bit biased, It wasn’t a secret your feelings for Changbin had been more than platonic. You two had known each other for quite a while. You didn’t know when it started but you two had been flirting around with each other since forever but neither one of you made that final move to make things official. So here you were stuck in the middle ground, where you couldn’t really be called just friends but you weren’t dating each other either.

Of course you would be more than happy to get out of that situation. At least you would try and move on from him if he didn’t want to date and make things official. You just weren’t sure how you should make the first move, you always kind of expected he would be the first one to ask you out.

You were startled out of your thoughts when you heard Changbin return in the car, you couldn’t help but smile as you took in his disheveled hair and rosy cheeks from the cold.

“Are you sleepy baby?” – He asked as he noticed your dazed eyes.

“Yea, but I can’t sleep. I shouldn’t.” You sighed out as you watched him start the car.

“Why is that bubz?” He looked at you for a second before shifting his gaze to the road.

“If I close my eyes I can not look at your pretty face!” You made sure to whine as dramatically as possible. Changbin let out one of his notorious cackles.

“God that was so cheesy!”-He wheezed out after a few seconds of laughing like he had been possessed with a spirit of an ancient witch.

You grabbed your own cheeks making sure to smush them together just enough, blinked at him all cutely and continued to tease him like the sweetheart you were. “Shut up you love me.”

“I do.” Wow how the tables turn he just admitted it like it was the most common fact ever. Grass is green, sky is blue and apparently Seo Changbin is in love with you.

“Wait really?” You really couldn’t believe your own ears.

“Yeah of course.” Again, he was so incredibly casual about it! Oh no you couldn’t let it slide.

“Why aren’t you asking me out to date then?” There it was, there was no return now.

Changbin not only snapped his head so fast that there might have been a possibility that he could’ve broken his neck, but he also stopped his car so aburtly you had to thank god there was no one behind you.

“What do you mean ask you out?” Wow was it so horrible to even imagine it? You thought you two had a thing. Were you wrong?

“Oh my god have I been misreading the situation the whole time? This is so embarrassing. I am so sorry…”

It was his turn to panic now, which made you feel a bit relieved, because you felt like you were losing your shit! “No no it’s not that I promise!”

“When what is?” You couldn’t hide your desperation now. Maybe you could blame it on alcohol later and hope to move on?

“I thought we were dating?”

…

A blink.

Another blink.

“Changbin what the fuck? How the fuck did you believe we were dating?” You were full on yelling now because what the fuck did he mean he thought you two were dating! Since fucking when?

“I don’t know! I just did! We already act like a couple so what’s the big deal? Wait you don’t like me?” Forget all the sappy shit, you felt like strangling him.

“I do but…” God how did you manage to get yourself in this fucking situation? “God this is giving me such a headache.”

Changbin looked just as lost and even guilty. “I’m sorry. But I genuinely thought we were dating.”

“Since when?” You had to get in the bottom of this, or else your head was going to explode.

“I don’t know, like Han’s birthday party? You remember when you kissed me?” He tried to reason but the new knowledge almost made you choke on your own spit. God was really laughing at you.

“I fucking did WHAT?”

“YOU DON’T REMEMBER?” Changbin full on screamed in shock. Really what did you do to deserve this?

“NO!” You screamed back, and with it went last drops of alcohol remaining in your body and your sanity. Ain’t no way you could return to being normal after this.

“I mean I knew that you drank a little that day but damn! You don’t remember kissing me?” Changbin had his face in his hands, the car still ignited just casually standing in the middle of the road. Thank god there was no one around.

“Fuck me I gotta stop drinking. No I don’t remember kissing you.” Honestly nothing seemed more tempting right now than crying your eyes out at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

“Unbelievable.” Your heart clenched at Changbin’s sulky and sad voice. You were furious at yourself for not remembering kissing this cinnamon roll.

“I’m sorry. What happened? Tell me a full story.” You pleaded as if hearing the full story would magically return your memories and make the situation any better.

“I don’t know, I walked you home, we were about to say goodbye and you kissed me. I thought that you were drunk but you confessed that you liked me and it seemed so sincere, and we’ve been flirting for ages! How was I supposed to know you wouldn’t remember anything?”

“This is so unfair! You are telling me I have been literally dreaming about how would kissing you be like and in reality I have already done it?” Talk about unfair!

A biggest smile broke on his face and his whole mood shifter 180. “Aww baby you’ve been dreaming about kissing me?”

You really felt like pulling your own hair out now. How was he so calm all of a sudden? “Binnie, baby, respectfully shut the fuck up.”

“But you like me!” He looked so giddy now, what a precious dummy. You really felt like shutting him up with a fat smooch on his lips. You had to pull yourself together.

“Bin you had been convinced we had been dating I don’t know for how many months now. I had you THAT convinced. Of course I fucking like you.”

“Aww you said it again that you like me!”

“I swear to god Seo!” Changbin gasped like he had been slapped making you also flinch in shock.

“Not the last name! I liked it better when you called me Binnie and baby and love and all the sweet stuff.” Was he serious right now? A smile broke out on your face against your will, he was so cute.

You sighed in defeat. “Okay I won’t call you by your last name.”

“Also not the first name. I’m Binnie to you!” To make his point he even crossed his arms, his lips all pouty and cheeks all fluffy.

“Okay Binnie.” You held in your pinky as a promise, he immediately linked it with his feeling satisfied.

You two sat in silence for a few seconds, thankfully he started to drive again. “So like what do we do now?” He broke the silence looking at you with confused eyes.

“I don’t know Bin, let me think for a sec?”

“But” - He tried to protest but you didn’t let him.

“Please baby?” You gave him the best puppy eyes ever, knowing damn well he wouldn’t be able to resist. You just needed a second.

“That’s not fair, You know I can’t say no when you ask me like that!”

The ride to the home was quiet, with the only problem arising when you were in front of your house.

“Bin I Think we have a problem.” You sighed feeling way too drained to care about this new problem.

“Wait what? Why?” You cured yourself for making him feel anxious, you quickly leaned in and grabbed his hands.

“Calm down baby.” You tried to reassure.

“What is it?”

“I just can’t find my keys.” You admitted bashfully.

“Are you kidding? Did you lose them somewhere?”

“No. I gave it to my friend when we left the house, she just found it in her purse she just texted me.”

“Oh thank god I thought we had to change the locks. Do you want me to go back to her apartment?” Really who was this cute and adorable? This was so unfair for your heart.

“What? No, it would be such an inconvenience. I mean we can go at your house?” You already felt like a hassle you didn’t want to tire him more, It was really late too.

“My house?” Changbin sounded genuinely so surprised you thought you said something wrong for a second. Changbin returned to normal in a second. “I mean it’s not a problem but like our sofa broke, turns out you can’t just like wrestle for the better controller or something like that. Okay what am I even saying you can take my room, me and Hyunjin had shared a bed so many times anyways.”

“It’s fine tho.” Your voice was quiet almost like a whisper.

“What is?” You looked at his face, he looked genuinely confused. You rolled your eyes, he really couldn’t take a hint sometimes.

“I meant that we can share a bed.” You tried your best to sound as cool and as casual as possible even though your heart felt like bursting.

“We can do what now?” he really looked like he couldn’t believe his own ears.

“I mean apparently we had been dating for months now.”

“Hey don’t tease!”

“I gotta do something! My head feels like exploding! We managed to get ourselves in quite a situation right here!” You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “Anyway what I’m saying is that I’m completely fine sharing a bed with you. We’ve established that we like each other so I don’t see the problem here.”

“That’s what I thought the first time too! What if you forget again! What if you wake up in the morning not remembering anything and you’re just there in my bed with me in it! You’ll think I’m some sort of pervert and that I took advantage of you when you were drunk!” There he was being all dramatic and huffy all again.

“I’m not drunk!” Who would be drunk after this?

“You were a few minutes ago!” He had a a point but now you felt more sober than you were before you started drinking.

“Well not anymore! How can I be drunk after all that? And I was just tipsy! I was just fine! You were the one worried and insisting that you come and take me home! For which I love you and appreciate you but still!”

Changbin crossed his arms. “I’m still not sure.”

“What you want me to do a video proof that I fully consent to this?”

Changbin glared at you but then smirked suddenly looking smug. “Maybe it’s not such a bad idea!”

“God you’re so petty sometimes.” Two could play the petty game, you took out your phone and pressed the record button. “Hello future me! It is exactly half past thee in the morning and I’m sitting in the car with Changbin who is driving me to his home. This is a reminder to you in case that I forget in the morning that I fully concent to sharing a same bed with Seo Changbin. And to avoid any further miscommunication I will say in this video that I like him like a lot and appartenly he does return the feelings. However if when we get there he doesn’t kiss me I will end this either month long or minute long relationship right then and there!”

It was his time to roll his eyes now, but he clearly looked amused by all this. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m warning you Seo!” Ain’t no way you wouldn’t get your kiss now that you two were aware of each other’s emotions. No way in hell would count the one you didn’t even remember as your first kiss with him.

“Whatever my love shall request my love shall get!”

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The ride to his house was quick which was great you were dying to take off your shoes. Whoever invented high heels deserved to burn in hell. Thank god Binnie came to pick you up.

Speaking of which, being the perfect gentleman he is, he immediately got out of the car, ran to your side all cutely and opened your door for you, holding in his hand for you to take. You obviously took it, appreciating the kind gesture and also support because your legs really were hurting like a bitch.

Changbin helped you get out of the car, he even closed the door for you. You were about to thank him but something stopped you Something in his eyes.

You weren’t even able to question anything, before you even knew it, he wrapped his arm around your waist brought you close to his body and in mere second his lips were on yours.

The kiss was firm but also full of love, he kissed you as he was afraid to let you go. His lips were so soft and warm and his body… It was so firm and strong and warm. No wonder you felt so safe and loved whenever you were with him, You couldn’t help but cling to him as you tried to return the kiss with the same vigor. Both of your arms tightly wrapping around his broad shoulders.

Your whole body felt like it was melting, you were sure you wouldn’t even be able to stand straight if it wasn’t him holding you so firmly. How was he even so good at kissing? His kisses felt like a drug and you were getting addicted by the second.

After a while he leaned back and you couldn’t help but actually whine, god what was he doing to you? Seeing you chase his lips made the biggest smile break out on his face. God He looked so beautiful with his flushed cheeks and messy hair, his lips all pretty and pink. Changbin leaned in and gave you few short pecks.

After he felt satisfied with the amount of kisses he gave you he decided to just randomly sweep you off your feet, quite literaly. One second you were somewhat steady on the ground the next you were in the air desperately clinging onto Changbin confused out of your mind.

“What are you doing?” – You managed to huff out giggling at his cute antics.

“You’re feet are hurting.” He said it like a matter of fact.

“I mean yes, but are you going to carry me until we get to your house?”

“Why not?” Again so casual, like holding you and walking up to his house which wasn’t that near wasn’t a big deal.

“Binnie I’m heavy!” You tried to protest, even squirmed a little but to no avail.

“Not really, no.”

“Binnie it isn’t worth it, I’m really heavy.”

“What’s the point of working out if I can’t even carry my girl!” Wow your heart must have done a literal backflip because what the fuck was that movement in your chest?

“I’m your girl?” You didn’t even try to hide the lovesick expression that overtook your face.

Changbin glanced at you for a second, then leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose- “Of course you’re my girl.” So not mindful of your poor heart amusement clear on his face clearly enjoying your flustered state. He continued walking as it was nothing, like holding you was same as holding couple of grapes. He only stopped when you two were in front of his house.

“Can you ring the bell?” He asked with the cutest smile ever, how in your right mind could you say no? You rang the bell then it hit you, the situation you were in. You quickly covered your face as if Changbin wasn’t holding you like you were main dish on a platter. The cackle Changbin let out seeing your antics almost woke up the whole building.

Hyunjin opened up the door after a few seconds, clearly he just rolled out of bed. You felt bad for possibly waking him up. He looked at you two with unamused eyes, Changbin still proudly holding you refusing to let you down, and you looking through your fingers clearly shy.

“Huh so my wife is cheating on me with my friend.”

“Uh pretty much? You’re still number one in my heart you know that.” Changbin answered proudly.

“Hey hyun!” You greeted him shyly after you made sure to smack Changbin’s shoulder.

"Hey! Took you two long enough to get together tho.” Hyunjin deadpanned as he let you two in, Changbin finally letting you down on the armchair.

“Oh let me tell you a juicy story then!” You smiled mischievously completely ignoring Changbin’s protests.

After telling Hyunjin everything and him making fun of you two, mostly Changbin, you decided to get ready for bed. Honestly they would be lucky if the neighbors didn’t call the cops on them, they were so damn loud!

Anyway here you were now, laying on one side of the bed all snug in Changbin’s clothes as Changbin laid stiffly on the other. Honestly, he looked like he would fall of the bed any second now.

“Bin you’re about to fall off the bed!”

“I’m fine.” God even his voice was stiff.

“Bin you literally took my breath away the way you were kissing me earlier what happened now?”

“I don’t think I should get any more close.” He grumbled out after a few seconds of silence.

“Why is that?”

Changbin scoffed like he was baffled how you weren’t understanding what was wrong. “You’ll think badly of me!” Again grumbling inaudibly.

“I promise I won’t.” You tried to reassure him, even held in your pinky finger which he begrudgingly took.

“It’s just you’re here in my bed, in my clothes, looking absolutely beautiful and we were kissing and you look so kissable right now… How am I supposed to control myself?” This boy was going to be the death of you. Who the hell was this cute and adorable and so kissable on a random Tuesday night!

“Then don’t.”

“Baby I swear to god!” Changbin covered his face and almost fell out of the bed, thankfully you managed to drag him to the center of bed just in time. Also this gave you a perfect opportunity. You wrapped your hands around him and hugged him tight, Changbin immediately uncovered his face to wrap his arms around you and hug you back.

“I like you a lot bin.” You mused and leaned in to softly peck his lips, Changbin almost immediately melted into your arms.

“I like you a lot too.” He muttered before bringing you closer to seal your lips in a longer more passionate kiss.

“We’re really really dating now so don’t you start getting shy on me okay?” You couldn’t help but tease.

Changbin groaned at the teasing clearly not amused. “Brat!”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you got more comfortable getting ready to get one of the best sleeps of your life.

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leriexoxo · 1 month ago

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Just Another Work Trip

Coworker! Changbin x Fem Reader

Tags: work husband, hotel room, honeymoon suite, alcohol, teasing, size kink, oral (m,f receiving), unprotected sex, cum swallowing, fingering, smut, squirting.

Word Count: 7k

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple work trip—until a hotel mishap landed them in the honeymoon suite with complimentary wine and only one bed. Now she’s in a robe, asking him questions no sober co-worker should, and he’s showing her exactly what those hands can do. “Strictly professional” goes out the window the moment he pulls her onto his lap.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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It started like every other work trip: you and Changbin sitting side by side at the airport gate, bleary-eyed, under-caffeinated, and already bickering over the window seat.

“You sat by the window last time,” you’d argued, cradling the sad excuse for coffee from the airport kiosk in your hands.

He’d scoffed. “That was a thirty-minute flight. This one’s four hours.”

“Exactly. And I want to sleep.”

“So do I.”

You’d stared each other down for a full five seconds before he let out the most dramatic sigh imaginable and said, “Fine. Rock, paper, scissors.”

You’d won.

He’d sulked for most of the flight, arms crossed, hoodie up, headphones in. Every time you so much as adjusted your blanket, he’d shot you a theatrical side-eye, like you’d stolen his birthright instead of just the window seat.

Typical. Completely and utterly typical.

You and Changbin had somehow morphed from casual coworkers into a chaotic work-marriage no one at the office dared question. You got placed on all the same projects, shared the same relentless travel schedule, and had grown unreasonably good at finishing each other’s sentences and snacks. And yeah, maybe there was a little too much banter, a little too much comfort—but it was harmless. Easy. Familiar.

This trip was supposed to be just another notch on your shared itinerary—three days in a new city, back-to-back meetings, and one brutally long conference presentation. The company had handled the booking: flights, hotel, transportation. All you had to do was show up and try not to strangle each other before day three.

But the universe had other plans.

“There must be a mistake,” you’d said when the front desk clerk handed you one key card instead of two.

The clerk had looked genuinely apologetic. “I’m really sorry. There was an overbooking with our standard rooms. The only available one is a double occupancy—two beds, same room.”

You’d glanced at Changbin.

He’d just shrugged. “Not a big deal. We’ve shared worse.”

He wasn’t wrong. That time you both passed out in the same hotel armchair after a midnight movie marathon haunted your spine for days. So you’d agreed. Took the key. Went up. Unpacked. Brushed it off.

Until it started raining.

Not just a drizzle—a storm. Angry, dramatic, cinematic. Lightning cracked across the sky, thunder rolling in deep waves. And then, of course, came the leak.

Right above Changbin’s bed.

“Is that…?” he’d asked, frowning up at the slow, rhythmic drip-drip-drip landing dead center on his pillow.

You’d just groaned. “Oh, come on.”

Ten minutes later, you were both back at the front desk, windblown and damp, with matching scowls. The clerk, to their credit, looked genuinely mortified and offered you an upgrade on the spot.

“The honeymoon suite,” they’d said. “It’s the only available room we have tonight. At no extra charge.”

You hadn’t even hesitated. Just nodded, grabbed the new key, and marched back to the elevator, two complimentary glasses of wine clinking in your hand while Changbin dragged your bags behind you.

“You think they’ll have better pillows?” he’d muttered, side-eyeing the golden panel on the elevator wall as you ascended.

“If there’s a leak in this one,” you’d deadpanned, “we’re getting on the next flight home.”

The elevator dinged.

The hallway was soft-lit and velvet-carpeted. Somewhere, from speakers you couldn’t see, romantic piano music drifted through the air.

“This feels fancy,” you’d muttered.

“This feels suspicious,” Changbin had countered, holding up the room key like it might bite him.

You slid the card into the lock. You barely registered the soft click of the key card before Changbin pushed open the hotel room door, dragging both your suitcases behind him like the absolute mule he always insisted on being.

“Okay, new room, no leak, no mildew, no funky smells—” he started, glancing back at you with a grin, until his voice cut off.

You walked in behind him.

And froze.

There was a towel swan on the bed.

Two towel swans, actually. Nuzzling. Beaks forming a heart.

Rose petals were scattered across the king-sized mattress like a florist had a breakdown. The lights were dimmed. There was a chilled bottle of champagne waiting in an ice bucket on the side table. A card in gold script read “Congratulations on your forever!”

You and Changbin looked at each other.

Silence.

Then he blinked. “Did we… just get married?”

You snorted. “I feel like I should at least get a kiss first.”

He stared at you for a beat. “I’d settle for a thank-you. I did carry your bag.”

“Oh my God.” You threw your purse on the velvet bench at the foot of the bed and collapsed onto the edge dramatically. “They really gave us the honeymoon suite.”

Changbin was still standing there, staring at the bed like it might explode.

“You think it’s too late to ask for separate rooms?”

You glanced at the wall where a MASSIVE hot tub sat right in the open, complete with rose petals floating in the water.

“…Yes.”

Another beat. Then he exhaled hard through his nose and set the luggage down.

“Well. At least there’s wine.”

You eyed the champagne. “And bubbles.”

He raised a brow. “If you think I’m sharing a bathtub with you—”

“Relax, Binnie. I wouldn’t subject you to that much of my bare skin.”

He snorted. “Please. I’ve seen worse.”

You froze. “You have?”

He smirked. “Yeah. The time you accidentally FaceTimed me while shaving your legs with your camera flipped.”

You gasped. “You SWORE you didn’t look!”

He just laughed and flopped onto the bed next to you.

You threw a pillow at him. It missed. He was still laughing.

And god—despite the heart-shaped pillows and mildly alarming amount of romance, it still felt easy. It was still you and Changbin.

Just you two.

Like always.

But… maybe not for much longer.

—

The room was ridiculous.

That was your first thought as you wandered in fully, suitcase forgotten just inside the doorway. Golden light poured from hidden fixtures, casting a warm glow over the white marble floors and the enormous bed—plush, pristine, and obnoxiously heart-shaped. Seriously. A heart-shaped bed.

Changbin wheeled the bags in behind you and stopped dead. “They weren’t kidding.”

“Nope.” You turned in a slow circle, eyes skating over every absurd romantic detail—rose petals on the bed, champagne on ice, a bathroom the size of your apartment with a jacuzzi tub that looked like it came from a music video. “We’re living someone else’s honeymoon.”

“Do you think we’re allowed to eat the chocolate swans?” he asked, already making a beeline for the tray beside the champagne.

You raised an eyebrow. “Do you ever not lead with food?”

He popped one into his mouth before answering. “You’re welcome to be mad about it, but it’s the only way I know how to cope with emotional distress.”

You snorted and dropped onto the velvet loveseat by the window, kicking off your shoes. “Is that what this is? Emotional distress?”

“Uh, yeah?” He gestured to the bed with dramatic flair. “I’m sharing a honeymoon suite with my work wife. You think that’s not psychologically damaging?”

“I’m your work wife now?” You looked over at him, biting back a smile.

“Don’t act surprised. Everyone knows it. I’ve seen the way people look at us when we bicker on Zoom.”

“They look at you with pity.”

He threw a pillow at you. It missed and thudded softly onto the floor.

You didn’t pick it up.

Instead, you reached for the envelope on the nightstand—handwritten, sealed in gold. You cracked it open and read aloud, doing your best overly breathy romantic voice: “Welcome, lovers. May your stay be filled with intimacy and bliss.”

You and Changbin locked eyes for a beat.

Then burst out laughing.

“Should we write them a thank you card?” you managed between wheezes. “Tell them you snore like a chainsaw and I steal all the blankets?”

“You’re not stealing my blankets,” he said, already tugging one corner of the duvet onto his side like he was marking territory.

You grabbed a pillow and lobbed it at him in return.

He caught it with one hand.

“Truce?” he asked.

You held out a pinky.

He linked his with yours.

And just like that, it was easy again.

⸻

Later, after you’d both settled in—bags unpacked, room-service menu discarded, and the novelty of the ridiculousness dulled to a low, comfortable hum—you found yourself standing in front of the mirrored bathroom, wrapped in the hotel’s soft white robe, hair still damp from your shower.

When you walked out, he was already lounging on the bed, robe on, one arm thrown behind his head like this was a normal Tuesday night and not a total departure from reality.

He looked at you and grinned. “You clean up alright.”

You rolled your eyes. “You look like a skincare commercial.”

“I am the skincare commercial.”

You padded barefoot across the plush rug and slid onto the other side of the bed, careful not to touch but not exactly far either.

Between you sat the half-empty bottle of the complimentary wine and two crystal glasses, condensation beading down the sides.

Changbin handed you yours without looking. His thumb brushed your fingers as you took it.

You didn’t mention it.

“Cheers,” he said softly, lifting his glass.

“To what?”

He shrugged. “Surviving the leak. The free chocolate. Not murdering each other. Take your pick.”

You clinked your glass to his. “To the best fake honeymoon ever.”

The wine was sweeter than you expected. Rich and smooth, settling warm in your chest. Silence stretched between you, not awkward, not tense—just full.

You turned your head, finding him watching you in that lazy, amused way he always did when he wasn’t thinking too hard about it. Except… maybe he was thinking. You couldn’t tell.

“So,” he said eventually, voice low and thoughtful. “If this were a real honeymoon, what do you think we’d be doing right now?”

You raised a brow. “That’s a dangerous question.”

“Is it?”

You took a slow sip, giving yourself a moment. “Well. Statistically? Probably fighting about what side of the bed we want. Or deciding which spa package to book. Or…”

“Or?”

“Or…” You glanced down at your glass, swirling the wine gently. “Or doing exactly this, I guess. Drinking wine in robes. Pretending we’re not thinking weird thoughts.”

The words had slipped out before you’d really processed them. You half expected him to laugh it off or make a joke.

But he didn’t.

He just watched you for a moment longer, head tilted, like you were suddenly a question he hadn’t realized he wanted to answer.

You cleared your throat, suddenly too warm. “I mean. Not weird weird. Just—like—hypothetical weird. You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” he asked, voice dipping into something softer, something unreadable.

You dared a glance his way. He was still leaning back, still relaxed—but his eyes had changed. Darker. Curious.

The robe slipped slightly off one of his shoulders. Not on purpose. Not seductive. Just real.

And that was somehow worse.

Your voice felt quieter now when you spoke. “How much wine have you had?”

He looked at his glass. “Not enough.”

The wine had mellowed into a comforting buzz in your veins. You’d stretched your legs across the bed somewhere between the second glass and your last laugh, robe slipping just enough to bare your calf. Changbin was still beside you, close but not too close—legs crossed, head tilted lazily against the headboard, the neck of his robe loosened in a casual, effortless way that made it hard not to glance twice.

He looked… peaceful.

And a little too good.

You weren’t used to that. Not this version of him. This wasn’t at work Changbin, cracking jokes to ease the pressure. This wasn’t on a panel Changbin, charming and sharp and annoyingly put together.

This was something softer.

Something real.

“So,” he said, voice smooth and unhurried. “Can I ask you something?”

You glanced at him over your glass. “Is this the part where you confess a deep, dark secret and ruin the friendship forever?”

“Not yet,” he teased, then shifted a little to face you better. “What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?”

You blinked. “Wow, we’re just going there, huh?”

“It’s a honeymoon suite,” he said with a shrug. “Feels wrong to talk about quarterly projections.”

You huffed a laugh and tilted your head, thinking. “Okay. There was this one guy who took me to a jazz bar and then spent the entire night telling me how women don’t really like jazz.”

Changbin winced. “Oof.”

“And then he made me split the bill because, and I quote, ‘chivalry is dead, but feminism isn’t.’”

“Double oof.”

You laughed, swirling your wine. “Your turn.”

“Worst date?”

“Mmhmm.”

He took a slow sip. “There was a girl who brought her ex-boyfriend to our first date.”

You stared. “Like… in spirit?”

“No. Physically. In the flesh. Said she needed me to see why I should be better than him.”

You burst out laughing. “You’re lying.”

“I wish I was.”

Your wine almost came out your nose.

He looked smug.

“You ask one now,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Make it good.”

You turned toward him, mirroring his posture without realizing. “Okay. Be honest—how many people have you actually been in love with?”

That stopped him.

His mouth tugged into a thoughtful little line as he leaned his head back against the wall. “One. Maybe. I think.”

“You think?”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I think I loved the idea more than the person. But at the time… it felt real.”

You nodded, gaze dropping to your glass. “I know what you mean.”

He looked at you again, carefully. “How about you?”

You bit your lip. “One. Definitely. And it wrecked me.”

Silence hummed for a moment. Not heavy. Just present.

“Okay,” he said, exhaling, “we’re getting too real. I need something spicy.”

You laughed. “Oh, now you want spicy?”

He grinned. “What’s the most inappropriate thought you’ve ever had in a professional setting?”

You nearly choked. “You can’t ask me that!”

“I just did.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Fine. There was one time—don’t judge me—I zoned out in a meeting and started imagining what our boss would look like tied up in duct tape.”

Changbin lost it. “WHAT?!”

“It wasn’t sexual!” you said, laughing so hard your stomach hurt. “I was bored and I had intrusive thoughts!”

He was wheezing beside you, his whole body shaking with it. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

You bumped your foot against his leg. “Okay, your turn. Juicy. No backing out.”

He gave you a slow, deliberate look. “Alright. Be honest. Have you ever thought about hooking up with a coworker?”

The room suddenly felt warmer.

You blinked once. Twice. “Define thought about.”

His lips twitched. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You took a sip of your wine to dodge the question, but your smile gave you away.

He laughed again, soft and low. Then leaned in just a little, not enough to be invasive—just enough to feel it. “Want to tell me who?”

You raised a brow. “That’s not how this game works.”

“Then ask me something equally dangerous.”

You thought for a second, your voice dropping a note. “Have you ever fantasized about someone you shouldn’t?”

His answer didn’t come immediately.

His gaze flicked to yours. And held.

“Yes,” he said. Quiet. Honest. No smile.

Your heart skipped, just once.

You were both still smiling—but it wasn’t the same smile as before. There was something else beneath it now. Something new.

And neither of you had touched yet.

You swirled what was left in your glass, eyes drifting to the long fingers wrapped around his. You’d seen those hands type like a madman during crunch time, juggle a phone and a coffee and still manage to open doors for you without missing a beat. Efficient. Reliable. Strong.

But tonight—bare, relaxed, just resting on his thigh—they looked different.

They looked like trouble.

“You keep staring,” he murmured, breaking the silence. There was no tease in his voice this time. Just quiet observation.

You blinked, caught. “Sorry,” you said, though you didn’t look away.

He didn’t move either. Didn’t hide them. Just let you look.

Blame it on the wine. Blame it on the robe. Blame it on the goddamn honeymoon suite and the way his thigh flexed every time he shifted.

You tipped your head slightly, swirling your wine again. “Can I ask you something I wouldn’t normally ask?”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s what we’ve been doing, isn’t it?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, then let the words slip, soft but deliberate.

“What else do you use your hands for, Changbin?”

The room went still.

His eyes didn’t leave yours. He didn’t laugh it off. Didn’t brush it aside. Just let the question hang in the charged air between you.

A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, not smug—curious.

“Is that a real question?” he asked, voice just a little deeper now. “Or are you fishing?”

You shrugged, playing coy. “Maybe I’m just trying to see if you’ll answer.”

He looked down at his hand, then flexed his fingers like he was considering their résumé. “I guess it depends,” he said, tone still light but eyes heavy. “Do you want the PG version or the one that might ruin our work relationship forever?”

You felt your breath catch. Just for a second.

Then you smiled—something slow and unhurried. “I think you already know which one I want.”

He studied you like you’d just shifted into someone he hadn’t met before. Not in a bad way. In a what else have I been missing? way.

But still, he didn’t move. Didn’t close the space. His voice stayed calm, cool.

“You sure you’re ready for that answer?”

“Are you?” you asked back, matching his energy perfectly.

Another beat of silence stretched—this one taut.

And then, finally, he leaned back against the headboard again, robe falling open just a little more at the chest. “Maybe you’ll have to ask again when the bottle’s empty.”

A challenge.

A dare.

And it tasted better than the wine.

It was him who poured the next glass. He didn’t ask. Just reached over and filled yours before topping off his own, eyes flicking up to meet yours while he did it. You watched the dark red swirl in his glass as he leaned back again, lips already parted like he was waiting for your next move.

“Your turn,” he said, voice like warm velvet. “You asked about my hands. I get to ask about your mouth.”

You raised an eyebrow, smile tugging at your lips. “That wasn’t the rule.”

“It is now.”

You let your teeth graze your bottom lip, then sat up straighter, tugging your robe just a little tighter—like it could hold in all the heat threatening to spill over.

“Well,” you started slowly, tipping your glass toward your lips, “My mouth… talks too much.”

He nodded, playing along. “I’ve noticed.”

“It gets me into trouble.”

“I believe that.”

You paused, gaze sliding down his chest and back up again. “And sometimes, when the moment’s right, it makes very bad decisions.”

There it was again—that flicker of something dark in his eyes. His knuckles brushed his jaw as he stared at you, thumb dragging lightly across his bottom lip.

“Define ‘bad,’” he said.

You pretended to think. “Kissing someone I’m not supposed to.”

“Who says you’re not supposed to?”

You cocked your head. “I don’t kiss my coworkers.”

“Not even your work husband?”

You laughed—light and quick, like the sound could make the tension less thick. It didn’t.

“I especially don’t kiss my work husband.”

He let the silence settle again. Let it stretch, let it breathe.

“Shame,” he finally murmured, so quiet you barely heard it over your own pulse. “I’ve always wondered.”

Your throat went dry. The wine wasn’t helping anymore. You set your glass down, fingers lingering on the stem.

“My turn,” you whispered.

His eyes snapped to yours.

“What else do you think my mouth could do?”

You asked it sweetly. Too sweetly.

He didn’t answer right away.

But when he did, it came in a slow exhale. “Don’t ask me that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I might tell you.”

And you knew—you knew—if you asked again, this night wouldn’t end the way it was supposed to.

But wasn’t that the point?

⸻

The bottle was nearly empty now—just enough for one more glass, but neither of you reached for it. It wasn’t the wine anymore. It was him. The way he leaned, one elbow hooked over the back of the couch, robe falling open just enough to tease the curve of his chest, the ripple of muscle along his arm. You kept pretending you weren’t looking. He wasn’t pretending anymore.

“I’ve got another one,” he said, voice lower now, like he was scared the walls might hear. “You ever think about someone at work when you’re… alone?”

You blinked slowly, a breath catching in your throat.

He gave you that smile—that one. Lazy and slow, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“You don’t have to answer. But I think I already know.”

You stared at him, lips parted, chest rising and falling a little too fast. The robe was sliding from your shoulder and you let it, warmth blooming beneath his gaze when his eyes dropped—slow, like he was memorizing the skin there.

“What gave me away?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t speak for a moment, just looked at you like you were the answer to a question he wasn’t supposed to ask.

“You talk about me like I’m a safe space,” he said. “But you look at me like you’re dying to be unsafe.”

Oh.

You didn’t have a comeback for that.

Instead, you let the silence hold, the tension hum and twist and pull tighter between you, wrapping around your neck like silk.

“Your turn,” he added, voice now a rasp.

You wet your lips, eyes locked to the soft plush of his mouth, your thoughts nowhere innocent.

“Do you ever…” You hesitated. “Touch yourself to the thought of someone you shouldn’t?”

His jaw flexed. His hand shifted on his thigh—big hand, strong, veins trailing up thick forearms like a map of your current obsession.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes never leaving yours. “Once or twice.”

“Just once or twice?”

He grinned. “More if I’m being honest.”

You swallowed hard. “Someone from work?”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t have to.

Your thighs clenched under your robe. You shifted just slightly, trying to ignore the ache building there. You shouldn’t be asking this. Shouldn’t be feeling this. But God, you were. Every look, every word, every pause between them—it was dragging you deeper.

“I like your hands,” you said softly. “They’re big.”

His eyebrow ticked up. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Bet they’re good at a lot of things.”

He leaned forward slowly, elbows on his knees, the space between you closing like a whisper. The scent of wine and hotel soap and something him filled your head.

“You have no idea.”

Your breath hitched. “Then tell me.”

He didn’t.

Instead, he reached out—slow, deliberate—and tucked your robe back over your shoulder, fingertips grazing your collarbone like he was giving you a warning.

Or a promise.

The touch barely lasted a second. But your skin burned for minutes after.

He didn’t answer you with words.

Just leaned back on the couch, his eyes locked to yours, like he was reading your pulse through your throat. You were holding your breath, thighs clenching beneath the soft fabric of your robe, fingers twitching where they rested on the cushion between you.

“I can show you,” he murmured, voice low, deliberate.

Then he reached out—big, sure hands gripping just under your knees—and pulled.

You gasped as your body slid toward him, robe parting with the motion, baring the soft skin of your thighs, your breath catching as you ended up half in his lap, one leg thrown over his. His hand settled there, fingers splayed wide against your thigh. The heat of his touch seared into your skin, slow and possessive, like he was claiming the right to touch you just because you let him.

You were still holding your robe closed at your chest, but the loose tie was slipping, barely hanging on.

“Changbin…”

His hand moved higher, fingers gliding up your thigh beneath the robe, until he was brushing where your inner thighs met, close enough to feel the heat of you through the thin fabric of your panties. Your hips bucked, just slightly, just enough for him to notice.

“I knew you were soft,” he whispered, mouth close enough to your ear to make your skin shiver. “But I didn’t think you’d let me feel you like this.”

You tilted your head, lips parting. “Would you stop if I said no?”

His other hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him, and fuck, he was hard. So hard it almost scared you.

Almost.

“No,” he said, rough and honest.

And then his fingers slid further, pushing past the edge of your panties, slow, slow, until they dipped between your folds. You were wet—ridiculously so—and the groan that ripped from his throat made your whole body tremble.

“Shit,” he muttered. “You’re soaked.”

You clutched at his shoulder, nails digging into thick muscle. “You did that.”

“I know.” He looked smug. Devastating.

Then his fingers moved—two of them rubbing slow circles right over your clit, while his other hand kept you anchored in his lap like he was never letting you go. Your robe fell further open, your chest heaving, your mind slipping.

It should’ve been impossible to feel so exposed and so safe at the same time.

But that was the problem with Changbin—he was always your soft place to land.

Until now.

Now he was the one making you fall.

—

You should have stopped him.

You should have at least said something—drawn a line, made a joke, laughed off the tension and blamed the wine. But his fingers were already moving between your legs like he belonged there, like he’d been waiting for this longer than he was willing to admit.

And maybe… so had you.

You opened your eyes—when did they even close?—and found him already watching you, gaze pinned to your face like he was memorizing every twitch, every gasp, every shiver.

“Keep looking at me,” he murmured, voice thick and dark, like it curled out from the pit of his chest. “I wanna see what it does to you.”

You did.

You couldn’t look away, not with the way his fingers slipped down—deeper—before pressing up inside you with careful, measured pressure. You clenched around them immediately, a choked sound escaping your lips as your hips rolled down into his palm.

“Fuck,” you whispered, hands gripping the robe at your chest, holding it closed like that could protect you from the way he was pulling you apart.

“You’re not hiding anything from me,” he said, dragging his thumb right across your clit as he pumped his fingers inside you. “Not anymore.”

Your mouth dropped open, a moan barely catching in your throat. He didn’t speed up. He didn’t need to. Every movement was precise, deliberate, deep—like he was learning you, claiming you, devouring you with nothing but his hand and that look in his eyes.

The robe slipped from one shoulder, the tie loosening completely. You felt it fall open, heat licking up your chest as your breasts bared to the warm air between you.

Changbin looked down.

Then back up at your face.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

The softness in his voice broke you. The wave of pleasure hit harder, thighs trembling as you ground helplessly against his palm. You gasped, full-body shuddering, your legs twitching as you came undone under his hands—his perfect, thick, merciless hands.

He didn’t stop right away. He let you ride it out, watched every second of it like it was the only thing he ever wanted to see.

And then, finally, when you collapsed forward against his chest, panting, dizzy, heart racing—he held you there. One big hand resting on your back, the other sliding out from between your legs, slow and slick with you.

You lifted your head.

He brought his fingers to his mouth.

And sucked them clean.

You moaned, helplessly, mouth falling open as your entire body lit up again.

“I think you were about to tell me what else that mouth can do,” he said, lips wet, voice low and dangerous.

You bit your lip, dizzy and brave and aching for more. “If I show you, you better not hold back.”

His eyes flared.

“Then get on your knees.”

You didn’t move right away.

You stayed right there in his lap, your bare chest brushing his robe, your breath mingling with his—cheeks flushed, lips parted, his fingers still glistening where he’d tasted you. His command hung in the air like thick smoke. Get on your knees.

But you weren’t done taking control.

So instead, you cupped his jaw with both hands and pulled him into you.

The first kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t shy or slow or hesitant. It was hungry—all tongue and teeth and gasping mouths, the kind of kiss that knocked the breath from both of you. His hands gripped your waist hard, pulling you down tighter against the bulge pressing thick and hot beneath his loosened robe.

He groaned into your mouth.

“You’ve been holding that in, huh?” you whispered, brushing your nose against his, lips swollen from the heat.

“So have you,” he growled, and kissed you again—slower this time, like he was savoring it, like he never wanted to stop.

But you did.

Because now it was your turn.

You pulled away with a smirk, slipping off his lap and lowering yourself onto your knees between his legs. The robe around his waist had already parted just enough to tempt you, revealing his thighs—thick and muscular, tanned and gorgeous—and the heavy shape of his cock beneath the last thin layer of fabric.

Your fingers traced along his legs first. Just to feel. Just to watch him twitch and tense as your nails dragged along muscle and skin.

Then your hands went to his robe.

You parted it slowly.

And there he was—thick, heavy, flushed, and fully hard, resting against his stomach like he was built to be worshipped.

Your mouth watered.

“Oh my God, Changbin…”

He smirked, cocky and breathless, one hand curled into the edge of the couch, the other sliding through your hair.

“You gonna keep staring?” he said, voice rough. “Or are you gonna show me what else your mouth can do?”

You looked up at him through your lashes.

And leaned in.

The first kiss was to the base—soft and slow. Then your tongue dragged up the side of him, long and wet and filthy, until your lips wrapped around the head and you gave him just a taste of what was to come.

He moaned—loud, guttural, wrecked—as his hips bucked up and his fingers tightened in your hair, the other gripping the edge of the couch like he was trying to stay tethered to this plane of reality. You hollowed your cheeks and took more of him, your lips stretched wide around his cock, the wet sounds echoing obscenely off the marble and glass of the suite.

“Fuck,” he groaned, thighs trembling under your palms. “You’re gonna make me come—”

You looked up at him with a glint in your eye, slow and teasing as your tongue flicked over the swollen head.

He growled.

“Shit—shit, babe, stop—fuck, I’m gonna—”

But you didn’t stop.

You bobbed your head, taking him deeper, hands stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach, until his voice cracked into a moan that was so wrecked, so desperate, it made your thighs clench in response.

And then he broke.

With a low, dangerous groan, he yanked you off of him—your lips wet and swollen, breath coming in short gasps—and pulled you up onto your feet.

“You’re trying to kill me,” he muttered, voice rough, pupils blown.

You opened your mouth to tease him again, but he spun you around before you could speak.

His hands slid under your robe, parting the fabric, exposing the bare curve of your ass.

“Changbin—” you gasped, but your voice hitched when he bent you forward over the back of the couch, your cheek pressed to the soft fabric, your breath catching.

“Been dying to know what you feel like,” he muttered, his chest pressing to your back, cock hard against your thigh. “You want this?”

“Y-Yeah,” you breathed, already aching for him.

“Good,” he whispered. “Because I’m done playing nice.”

He dragged the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds—teasing, even now—but his hands gripped your hips like a man on the edge.

And then, in one deep, slow thrust—

He filled you.

You gasped—moaned—arching back into him as he bottomed out, thick and perfect and so deep it left you trembling.

“Oh my God, Changbin—”

“That’s it,” he groaned, voice low and primal. “Feel me, babe. Take every inch.”

And then he moved—slow at first, letting you adjust, dragging almost all the way out before slamming back in, each thrust harder than the last. You clung to the couch, the sound of skin meeting skin, of your moans tangled with his, echoing loud in the suite.

“Could’ve fucked you in that damn robe,” he growled, his hand slipping around to toy with your clit, “but you wanted to get on your knees and ruin me first, huh?”

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a whimper—broken, breathless, begging for more.

And baby?

He gave it to you.

Your moans were unraveling now—high, helpless, and shameless—as Changbin’s thrusts rocked you forward, your robe long forgotten, his cock stretching you wide from behind. He was relentless, chest heaving, sweat beading at his temple, muscles flexing as he pistoned his hips into you.

But then he paused—deep inside you, breath ragged—and his hands slipped lower, gripping your thighs.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he lifted you like you weighed nothing, muscles straining deliciously under your gaze as he carried you to the bed. You clutched at his shoulders, drunk on him, on the raw strength of him.

He laid you down gently—like you were precious—before dragging your legs apart, kneeling between them, cock glistening with your slick.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “So fucking pretty. Open. Dripping. All for me.”

He didn’t wait.

He plunged back in with a growl—slow, deep, delicious—his gaze locked to yours like he wanted to watch every flicker of pleasure cross your face.

You cried out, hands flying to his arms, nails digging into thick, corded muscle as he started to fuck you again, steady and purposeful, hips grinding into yours like he owned your body.

“Taking me so well,” he breathed, one hand trailing up your stomach to squeeze your tits, thumb rolling over your nipple as his other arm slipped under your waist to hold you steady. “You were made for this—for me.”

You whimpered, back arching, the coil in your belly tightening.

“Bet you’ve thought about this,” he murmured, lips brushing your jaw. “About what these hands could do to you. About how good I’d fuck you.”

You whimpered a “yes,” eyes glassy.

He smirked—dark, devastating—and slammed into you harder.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say what this cock does to you.”

“It—It ruins me,” you gasped. “Changbin, fuck—you’re ruining me.”

“That’s right,” he whispered, burying his face in your neck. “Look at you. Moaning under me, tits bouncing, eyes rolling back. Just a desperate little thing who loves getting split open by her fucking work husband.”

You cried out—louder now—hips lifting to meet every thrust, dizzy with the stretch, the heat, the filth in his voice.

He reached between you again, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, dirty circles as he fucked you into the mattress.

“Come on, baby,” he rasped. “Wanna feel you come around my cock. Wanna watch you fall apart while I’m buried so fucking deep inside you.”

You were close—so close—knees trembling, the pleasure crashing over you in waves. And still, he didn’t let up.

“Please, Changbin—fuck—don’t stop—don’t ever stop,” you gasped, legs trembling around his hips, your voice cracked and soaked in desperation.

And god, the way he looked at you—like you were his favorite sin—his most addicting addiction. His fingers rubbed faster, his hips rolled deeper, until your entire body was locking up beneath him.

“Yeah?” he rasped, dark eyes drinking in every twitch and whimper. “You wanna come for me? Make a mess all over my cock, baby? Do it—come on. Be my filthy little girl.”

That was it.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave—sharp and consuming—ripping through your body in shuddering waves. You screamed his name as your body seized and your vision blurred, hips jerking up uncontrollably—

—and then it happened.

Your muscles clenched and released and the gush of liquid burst free, soaking his cock, his thighs, the sheets. You tried to stifle the cry of embarrassment, but Changbin froze, cock twitching inside you as his jaw dropped.

“Fuck—fuck,” he hissed, pulling out to watch your release drip down your thighs. “You just fucking squirted for me?”

You whimpered, face flushed, barely able to catch your breath.

“Holy shit,” he growled, eyes wild now. “You’re insane—you’re fucking perfect.”

And then he was on you again, kissing you hard, tasting your whimpers, before pulling back with a ragged breath and gripping your jaw.

“Open that pretty mouth,” he ordered, voice thick with lust. “Let me finish in that sweet fucking mouth of yours.”

You obeyed, lips parting, tongue out—and he groaned, cock twitching at the sight of you so willing, so ruined and ready to be filled.

He knelt over you, pumping his cock fast and desperate, eyes locked to your face.

“Look at you—fuck—mouth open, tits bouncing, all wrecked and dripping for me. Gonna shoot it all down your throat, baby. Gonna fill you up like you deserve—ah, fuck—”

And then he came.

Hard.

Thick, hot spurts painting your tongue, your lips, some hitting your cheek as he moaned your name like a prayer. You swallowed it down greedily, humming as his body shook from the force of it, hand still in your hair.

When he finally stopped, chest heaving, he looked down at you—licking his release off your lips—and let out a low, devastated sound.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, collapsing beside you. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

⸻

You didn’t even realize how quiet the room had gotten until the only sound left was your heartbeat, still pounding in your ears. Your body felt like it was floating, boneless and warm, draped across tangled sheets and a man who had just made you forget your name.

Changbin.

His arms were already around you, strong and solid, like they’d always known how to hold you after wrecking you that good. His fingertips traced lazy shapes across your spine, dragging goosebumps over your skin with every stroke.

“You okay?” he murmured against your forehead, voice thick with exhaustion and a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“Mmm,” you hummed, barely able to lift your head, “I think you broke me.”

He chuckled, deep and raspy, and kissed your temple. “Nah. You’re unbreakable, remember?”

You smiled softly, letting your fingers trail along his chest—slick with sweat, firm with muscle. The kind of body that should be framed in a museum. Or worshipped. Which, you did. Very well, if the dazed look in his eyes was anything to go by.

He shifted, pulling the covers over you both, then tucked you closer like he couldn’t stand to have even an inch of you too far. His hand rubbed your hip, soothing and possessive.

Then came his voice—quiet, laced with affection and mischief.

“Normally…” he began, brushing a kiss to your hairline, “I’d take you out on a date first before fucking you into a mattress.”

You laughed softly, nuzzling into his chest.

“But,” he continued, smiling now, “I guess we can reverse the order… There’s that place you mentioned earlier—the popular restaurant with the fancy drinks and overpriced desserts?”

Your breath caught, warmth blooming in your chest. You lifted your head, eyes meeting his.

“Are you asking me out?”

He smirked, thumb grazing your bottom lip. “I’m saying tomorrow night, I’m gonna show up like a gentleman. Pull out your chair, get you dessert, and pretend I didn’t already have you on your knees in a hotel suite.”

You grinned, heart pounding for an entirely new reason now. “Smooth.”

“I try.” He kissed you again, slower this time. Softer. Sweeter. Like he was sealing a promise.

And in that moment, wrapped up in hotel sheets and each other, you both knew—this wasn’t just a work trip anymore.

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Authors note: so i watched the YouTube video with Changbin and the noona from 2nd gen and there was just something about the way changbin was laidback and holding a conversation that got me thinking ❤️

I hope you enjoyed this, many of you dont like to read Binnie but i promise his fics are hot! So dont forget to like, comment (love those) and reblog!!! I’ll drop the link to my masterlist below☀️🐷🐰

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#seo changbin #changbin x y/n #changbin x reader #changbin fanfic #changbin smut #changbin x you #straykids changbin #changbin fluff #skz changbin #changbin drabbles #skz imagines #stray kids smau #straykids x reader #straykids imagines #coworkers #work husbands #forbidden smut

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hyunsvngs · 2 years ago

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Imagine virgin readers first time being with binnie and he’s so completely floored over being scared of hurting you

STOP HE’D BE SOOOO CUTE. in missionary, your thighs wrapped around his waist and his big thighs pressing you into the mattress. he’d push in slowly, being as delicate as he could with that thick cock…

binnie would nuzzle your nose with his, giggling when you smiled. “‘s okay, yeah? not hurting?” he’d die if he hurt you.

“feels nice, having you inside,” you’d whisper, “it’s comforting.”

binnie’s smile would be SO WIDE. hesitantly, he’d start moving inside you, and your eyes would go wide, jaw dropping. his hips would stop completely, muscled arms coming to your shoulders and his eyes search yours for discomfort. “are you alright, bunny? did i hurt you?”

“n-no binnie, just- just feels really good, i wasn’t expecting it.”

maybe once you’ve adjusted, he’d pin your hips down to piston in and out of you roughly until you came apart on his thick cock.

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡#asks: binnie #user: sporksoverit #seo changbin smut #seo changbin drabble

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nitadllyss · 4 months ago

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Waking Up Next to Your Boyfriend

-Hyung Line x Reader -

Maknae line here

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon (too sweet)

Warnings: None

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Bangchan:

• He has trouble sleeping, so when he finally does, he’s completely out. A sleepy koala .

• He’s always the big spoon.

• He unconsciously throws a leg over you and pulls you close with his arm whenever you move.

• When you check the time, you turn off anything that might make noise and go back to sleep, hoping he takes his time waking up so he can rest.

• Considering you woke up with Chan's fluffy hair and his pajama is basically no pajama, it's totally understandable that you didn't want it to end.

• When he finally opens his eyes and sees the time, he flinches a little. It’s late (well, actually, it’s early, but Mr. Workaholic doesn’t see it that way).

• But when he sees you, his heart skips a beat. You look so comfortable next to him.

• He doesn’t resist (not that he even tries) and showers your neck and jaw with kisses, whispering a deep, raspy "Good morning."

• You’re so asleep you barely understand what he’s saying. It’s honestly way too early for your brain to function properly.

• You manage to kiss his cheek just as he’s getting up to leave for work :(( .

• You know he’ll make it up to you with all the cuddles when he comes back.

• In the meantime, you bury your nose in the spot he left on the bed, inhaling that Chan scent.

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Lee Know:

• At this point, the bed feels way too small.

• Minho is lying down, and you’re lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest. His arms wrap around your back and waist, his chin resting on your head. You’re practically fused together.

• Soongie is curled up on your back, purring contentedly.

• Doongie is sprawled out at Minho’s feet, belly up, deep asleep.

• Meanwhile, Dori is wide awake, tail flicking as he plots his next move. Suddenly, he pounces—straight onto your head—trying to catch Minho’s nose, waking both of you up in shock.

• You laugh in confusion while Minho just lazily drapes an arm over Dori, trying to keep him still, then drifts back to sleep.

• When you finally grab your phone to check the time, you’re surprised by how late it is and try to get up. But before you can leave the bed, Minho grabs your arm and pulls you back in.

"Just a little longer," he mumbles without even opening his eyes.

"Babe, I have to make breakfast," you say, completely mesmerized by how soft and relaxed his profile looks.

"If you stay five more minutes, I’ll help you make it," he says with a lazy smile. He knows he’s won—who would say no to a breakfast made by him?

• Those five minutes turn into a sleepy make-out session. You kiss his nose, jaw, forehead, chin, cheeks, the corners of his lips—before finally pressing small kisses on his lips.

• When his children (the cats) start getting fussy because they also want breakfast, you both have no choice but to get up.

• In the end, he ends up making the whole breakfast while you feed the cats.

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Changbin:

• He’s a soft, fluffy ball of curls—the cutest and coziest thing you’ll ever see.

• He’s asleep on your chest, his hand resting against your ribs, securing his spot.

• He won’t say it, but he loves sleeping like this because the sound of your heartbeat soothes him. It’s his favorite lullaby.

• Your hand never stops running through his hair. If you stop, he’ll probably let out a grumpy little growl in protest.

• When it’s time to wake up, he clings to you even tighter, mumbling in a pouty tone, "Just a little longer..."

• He doesn’t give you a choice. Every time you try to move, he buries his face deeper into your chest and tightens his grip around your side.

• After a while, your hand drifts down to his face, replacing the hair-stroking with soft caresses on his cheeks. You’re definitely trying to get something.

• "Binnie, baby . We have to get up for breakfast," you whisper sweetly.

• He lets out another grumpy groan, and just as he’s about to complain, his stomach growls in sync.

• Maybe breakfast doesn’t sound like such a bad idea after all...

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Hyunjin:

• He’s a mess.

• He’s completely sprawled out—one arm stretched above his head, the other tangled in your hair. His wrist is probably numb by now.

• One knee is bent in one direction, the other leg is draped over yours.

• He sleeps with his mouth slightly open and changes position every ten minutes.

• First, he turns and clings to you like a koala. Then he buries his face in your neck. Then he rolls over and gives you his back. But he misses you, so he wraps himself around you again.

• He’s a beautiful disaster.

• When he cracks one eye open to check the time, he realizes it’s late but just shuts his phone off and decides to go back to sleep. (He’s not lazy, he’s just way too comfortable.)

• Before drifting off again, he stares at you, completely captivated—memorizing every detail, every little movement you make in your sleep. He’s definitely going to draw you later.

• But his intense gaze wakes you up.

• His eyes widen, and he immediately whines, "No, no, no. Go back to sleep. We’re still sleeping."

• Like a spoiled kid, he pouts, pushing his bottom lip out. When you insist it’s late, he sulks even more.

"You just want to go to work because you don’t want to stay with me. You’re heartless."

• In the end, the drama queen makes an appearance, as always.

• Somehow, you manage to wiggle out of his hold.

• When you return with his iced coffee and he sees you getting ready for your shower, reality finally hits him.

• Grumpily, he drags himself out of bed, accepting that responsibilities exist.

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This is my first Headcanon! I hope I did it right.💗

English is not my first language, so let me know if you spot any mistakes 🙏🏻.

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kyehwas · 6 months ago

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"changbin..?" his name barely escapes your lips in a whimper, both your arms wrapped around his bicep.

"what do you need, baby?" he asks. other than physical touch, changbin is an acts of service man. just call his name and he's yours.

"spider." you move one of your hands to point at the eight-legged creature that's been crawling around your shared room.

changbin exchanges a shared glance of horror with you. his kyrptonite, his achilles heel, his weakness: bugs.

after a long pause, he replies "pack your bags, bunny. we're moving out of here."

disclaimer: you guys did not move out. instead, chan was called and he let the spider out free in the wild.

a/n : fuck spiders i hate bugs so much.

#ik I have requests but I needed to write this first #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz #seo changbin #seo changbin x reader #hoshii writes #hoshiis drabbles

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lieslab · 22 days ago

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Dying star

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: Og8 X gn reader

Summary: The group's contract renewal goes in a direction nobody was expecting because of the fans' irrational demands.

Genre: 9th member AU

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Realistic or not, the best thing about fiction is that anything can happen because it's not real. Requestee, you wanted Itzy in this and they are here. They're not here a ton, but they are slipped in as you wanted <3

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It all started as an accident. Truly, that’s all it was. When Yuna asked you to film a TikTok collaboration with the rest of Itzy, you agreed. Why not? As neighboring groups at JYP, you all saw a lot of each other throughout the building.

The internet is the belly of a beast. People will chew you up and spit you out, killing your spark before it begins. As the 9th member of Stray Kids, you found your spark a long time ago. It washed over you like a tidal wave on stage. A tape unveiled all the previous harsh memories.

The tears during the survival show. Late nights and early mornings. The dull feeling of hunger clawing around your stomach, desperately searching for nutrients, but it never found any. Sore muscles. Shaky hands. Lungs without a breath; nearly a heart without hope.

At least you had the guys. Interlocked and chained around you, you managed to cling onto one another’s spirits and keep them floating above the surface. From the get-go, you always struggled against the masses on the internet. So much so, when the group created personal Instagrams, you didn’t share the excitement.

You posed with a crooked smile, flashing small hearts, and trying to appease the fans that actually liked you. You always held doubts deep down. You dubbed them pity fans and tried to pull yourself from that self-belief, but it lingered in the back of your brain. It crept down beside you at night and whispered in your ear before you fell asleep. What if you really weren’t good enough?

They dubbed you the odd member of Stray Kids. The guys told you not to worry. They waved off your anxieties the best that they could. They were all laced with their own, but they couldn’t stand when another member stood toe-to-toe with their own inner demons. Together as one, continuing forever; a train screaming on tracks, one without brakes.

You loved the members of Itzy. Some of the guys had closer friendships with the girls than you did. Stories swapped in dorms. You laughed when Changbin recounted when Chaeryeong slipped in the middle of the company hall. Her legs sprawled out in a cartoon fashion and she landed with an “oof.”

Hyunjin fondly recalled memories of Yeji from back when they were friends during their high school days. You picked up tidbits about the girls without meaning to. Naturally, along the growth of your group, you grew fond of their group, just as they were fond of Stray Kids.

When you danced in that TikTok, it blew up. You didn’t understand why, but you appreciated it. The song went viral and hit some of the top charts. To celebrate, you offered to treat them to dinner. What you weren’t expecting? A worker from Dispatch snapping a photo of your table laughing from across the way.

When the photo hit the internet, the fandom changed drastically. You didn’t understand it and neither did the group. You’d been a part of it since the start, but the push began. Domino-after-domino fell. When you slipped outside of the company building with Changbin one day, your eyes spotted the protest truck first.

A demand for you to be booted from the group. The laughter shared with Changbin ceased. The saliva in your mouth went dry. Your happiness dried up. Your heart bled. The words were an unexpected slap in your face.

You knew people didn’t quite like you. It existed on the internet, but when you saw it in front of your face, it broke something in you. Everyone knew it, but they tried to keep you upbeat.

“They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“They’re just jealous that you’re in the group.”

“Don’t listen to them, it doesn’t matter.”

But it did matter. It mattered a lot.

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You didn’t question why you began making more content with Itzy. When your manager directed you to spots where they filmed content, when you appeared in more of their Instagram photos, you didn’t question any of it like you should have.

Their fandom was nicer. The Itzy fans took to you instantly. Your Instagram comments became slathered with outpouring love for you. It was a nice change of pace, temporarily. Slathering you in heart emojis, flooding your inbox with warmth, you grew closer with the members.

On contract renewal day, you spent the evening wide awake. You and the guys already discussed renewing your contracts on your own. The story wasn’t over yet. You all had a lot more plans and project ideas.

In the hall, Ryunjin flashed you a thumbs up and a big smile. “Cheer up! It’s going to go great!”

You thanked her with a nervous smile. A hand playfully hit your side as you walked by. She laughed, on the way to her own meeting with her members and their manager’s team. Her touch lingered, a gentle reminder that you weren’t alone.

In the conference room, the beige walls felt like a prison. Confined to a cell with your fellow members, you picked out an open chair beside Han. He called your name excitedly and shifted closer. “Do you think I can convince them to let us curse freely this year?”

You shrugged, “maybe. Who knows. Is that your only request?”

“It’s one of the few I have.”

They were just as nervous as you. You could see it in the way Chan ran a hand through his hair. Felix squinted at a small list in front of him. He bit down on the end of a pen in his mouth. Jeongin’s knee bounced without stopping. He had to force himself to keep his fingernails away from his mouth.

Your stomach twisted into tiny knots. You should have skipped breakfast all together. So nervous, you feared it creeping back up and making a mess all over the conference room table. Your fingers tapped along the cool surface, trying to remain calm.

When your manager came in, you sat up a little straighter. All nine of you greeted him and waited for new contracts to be passed out. Your manager went around placing thick stapled packs of paper in front of each member.

Worried eyes drifted through the comic sans words. Words, words, and more words. Sign on the dotted line here. A flipped page, another filled with words, and then another signature.

Your manager reached Han and placed the final contract down before him. He scanned the first few sentences and glanced over to you, expecting yours to appear in front of you, but it never did. Instead, heavy footsteps faded onto the other side of the table.

Your heart stopped. You couldn’t breathe. Someone shoved a knife through the center of your heart. Why didn’t you have a renewal contract in front of you?

Han cleared his throat and called the manager’s name. “Why doesn’t our ninth member have a contract? Did you run out of paper in the office?”

He shifted and leaned forward in his chair. Confusing glances shifted to one another. Chan’s eyes found your face. For a brief moment, you swore he saw your soul. The way it crumbled and slipped into sand before his fingers.

You looked away, glancing down at the table. Your leader did what he always did. He stuck up for you instantly. “Yeah, why is-” He cut off when the manager held out a hand to him.

“Yes, I know. Let’s talk about the elephant in the room. I’m getting there, Chan. Let’s just take a moment to breathe.”

Your fingers dug into your knees. This was it. The moment you dreaded. You wouldn’t be offered a renewal contract. Your time as an idol slipped by in a flash. The last tour was the last and you didn’t even know. What would become of your career now?

“I’m sure we all know that there’s been pushback from the fans about…” He trailed off, unable to say your name. Deep down, this hurt him, too. He didn’t want to be the one to give you the news.

He sucked in a deep breath, glancing up, silently praying for the courage to kill off another dream. The wheel turned again. The cut-throat industry killed another dream. There would be no recovery. Not for your ego. Not for your hopes. Without this, you were certain you’d die.

They dubbed you the traveling member. As an odd number of Stray Kids, when dorms were assigned, someone had to have three members instead of two. You refused. You gave yourself up, not wanting to miss the guys.

One week, you stayed with Chan and Jeongin. The next, you’d switch to Felix and Seungmin. Minho and Han. Changbin and Hyunjin. You always cycled through one week a month. Sleeping on couches and occasionally, the air mattress if you set it up.

You didn’t mind it. You didn’t have a personal bedroom, but there were pieces of you in each of their dorms. Your hand sculpted and painted magnets hung papers and grocery lists, on the kitchen fridge, in Changbin and Hyunjin’s dorm. The three of you spent hours playing with air dry clay. Shaping, molding, baking, and painting; attaching the magnets with hot glue, shrieking when you burnt the tips of your fingers.

The customized XBox controller you purchased sat with Felix and Seungmin’s controllers in their dorm. Each time you were over, the three of you slung over one another on the couch. You smacked remotes out of hands and made loud noises, trying to distract and kill each other in a handful of different video games.

In Minho and Han’s dorm, they let you hang your family photos. They let you turn the living room into a memory maze. You slathered photos of the band everywhere. Tucking your own family and friends into smaller frames, so they were hidden among the group.

Chan and Jeongin’s dorm came with an extra closet. They let you use it to house your clothes. You traveled from dorm-to-dorm with a backpack. If you needed something, you let yourself in with their key, snuck in, and snuck back out.

What would you do without all of that? The laughter when Han made something wrong by accident because he misread the directions. The late night talks with Chan because in the darkness of the night, you knew dark thoughts could appear. You didn’t want your leader to feel alone as you felt sometimes.

The teasing remarks made by Seungmin when you woke up on the couch, looking like you survived a midnight tornado. Twisted clothes, messy hair, and the occasional dried stream of drool. He never let you forget it. Not once. Your visits left him with morning ritual rights.

“The fans are threatening to boycott the next comeback and I’m sorry, but we can’t take that chance.”

“So what are you saying?”

“Bullshit!” Felix’s hand slammed the table. “You can’t just-”

“Fuck no!”

He sighed, lifting up his callused hands again. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t my decision to make. We have to think of what benefits the company. This isn’t their fault, it’s not.”

“That’s a crazy thing to say when you’re making it seem like it,” Jeongin mumbled beneath his breath. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowed at his contract, and he shook his head.

You didn’t know whether to laugh, or cry. Your hands tightened around the denim fabric of your jeans. Your group, friends, and family members stuck up for you, but it wouldn’t matter in the end. You knew that. Company decisions were always final.

“But this isn’t the end of the road for you,” your manager continued. “Just because you’re not working out here, the Itzy fanbase loves you. They’re in a conversation with their own management team right now. If you’re willing-”

“No!” Felix snapped and shoved himself up. The chair rolled away behind him. “No! You can’t do that! Itzy has been a group for years and we’ve been a group for years! They don’t belong with Itzy, they belong with us!”

“I know, Felix, and I believe that.”

“Then why aren’t you trying to change this outcome? Tell the supposed fans to fuck off!”

“I tried. I’m powerless in this situation. We have investors in the company. You’re one of the top groups in the company. If fans boycott your comeback, it’ll tank the stocks. Our investors will-”

“We don’t care about the investors! You can tell them to go-”

Changbin reached over and gently patted Felix’s shoulder. He scowled, but slowly sank back in his seat. “What he means to say,” Changbin took over, “is that this isn’t fair. Not to them, or us.”

“I know it’s not and I’m sorry, but my hands are tied.”

Chan stood from his chair with an alarming amount of calmness. “Then we’re not signing the renewal contracts without every member of our family being involved.” He grabbed his contract and began walking around the table, collecting each of the contracts.

The guys didn’t object. Felix picked his own blank contract up eagerly and handed it to him, but not before glaring at their manager. “Yeah, what he said.”

“Stop.”

Chan glanced over at the sound of your voice.

“So I can still be an idol? I’ll just be placed in Itzy’s group?”

A hair ran through the manager��s spiked black hair. “Yes. You’ll train with them instead of Stray Kids.”

“But I don’t know all of their songs. There’s five members and they all have song parts. Their dances are all cemented and-”

“They’re just finishing up an old era. In a few months, they’ll have another. New dances. New songs. We’ll split it all up evenly. We can handle the rest when we need to. Their team is willing to do whatever it takes to keep you an idol, all you have to do is agree.”

A heavy silence filled the room. Such quietness, you could hear a pin drop. Your heart ached, but you said the words, anyway. “I’ll do it.”

“You can’t!” Felix cried.

“He’s right, this isn’t a good idea.” Seungmin spoke up for the first time. “This is only going to cause more chaos. If you bow down to the fans this time, they’ll become greedy and-”

“I’m sorry,” your manager uttered again. “I did everything, guys. I tried it all. The superiors are only looking at the business side of things. They’re not budging.”

Chan softly called your name. He reached out across the table and went for your hand, but you pulled away. “It’s okay,” you whispered. “I’ll manage. Sign your contracts and keep going.”

You blinked, trying to keep the burning tears at bay. “I’ll figure it out. You always said I’ve been a good problem solver.”

The stacks of contracts in front of him mocked you with paper snarls. The cruel whispers of fandom mockery grumbled to life in the back of your head. You used the table to push your body up and pushed in your chair.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go use the restroom.”

You ducked your head, hoping to get out of the room before the tears cascaded down your cheeks. Your manager rushed after you, placing an arm around your shoulder. “It’s alright. I’m sorry. I wish it could be different, but let me show you where to meet their team first. The behind the scenes crew can’t wait to meet you. They’ve heard a lot of good things.”

The manager led you away from eight speechless guys. Tears pricked up in Felix’s eyes. Han slumped down in his chair, tugging his sweatshirt’s hood over his eyes. Hyunjin’s eyes went up to your empty seat.

The memories of paint smearing everywhere and staining your skin during the magnet painting came back. He taught you and Changbin how to add small details with fine-tipped paint brushes. The laughter, the joy, and the memories, he thought that’d last forever.

You stood up and walked through the door, sucking up all the hopes and dreams, you still carried them within the beating ventricles of your heart.

~ ~ ~

On the outside, you looked fine, but you crumbled on the inside. One week into the new formation, you tried your best. The day you started, you hit the ground running.

You recorded vocals in a different music studio. Every time the door opened, you expected the guys to appear, but they never did. Producers floated in and out of the room. You all worked hard to get the notes right.

Usually, you hit higher notes with ease, but not anymore. Just this morning, it took you over twenty minutes to hit a note. With 3racha, it would have taken less than five. Shame crept into your bones.

In another dance practice room, it laid out similar to the ones Stray Kids used. The only difference? The chaos wasn’t the same. The shared giggles from the girls and inside jokes, you didn’t understand any of it.

You tried, forcing yourself to laugh at the right times. You followed along with the choreographer. On water breaks, you felt alone. The girls tried to include you, but you couldn’t stop moping. You missed the warmth of the guys you called your family. You loved Itzy, but it wasn’t the same and it’d never be the same.

It weighed so heavy on your shoulders, it began to affect your dance. You were following the same choreographer that you once used for a handful of Stray Kids dances. They pointed at your defeated posture, gestured to your feet, and lectured you on your poor effort.

Your cheeks flushed scarlett. Your bottom lip quivered. To make it worse, you were told to suck it up. One of the girls opened their mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come out in time.

You spun around, storming off, unable to handle the critique. You couldn’t. Not like this. It wasn’t in you. You couldn’t perform and pretend to be someone you weren’t.

Despite the harshness from your previous fandom, you loved being an idol. Your heart nearly burst on stage when arenas filled with singing fans. The light from light sticks reflected on the tears in your eyes.

Love locked together. The energy heightened. You grew stronger from it. You were chained together with your family. Without them, you were nothing. At this point, you didn’t care about giving up on the idol life.

Your career ended the moment your manager led you from the room.

~ ~ ~

Minho hadn’t seen you in a few days. Nobody had. Your absence lingered like a ghost. The parts of you in each dorm, it was all they could think about. The moment you found out you were going to switch groups, you went back to Chan and Jeongin’s dorm.

Every piece of clothing you owned, you threw it in a suitcase. When that filled, you took it out, dumped the contents into your car, and came back for more. You couldn’t face them again. Not when the hurt still sat so fresh.

They’d each see you in the halls from time-to-time, but you couldn’t handle conversation with them. You knew how it’d end. Sobbing, breaking down, and in tears. You had to be strong for them. A clean break sounded better. At least, they’d be able to get over your disappearance quicker.

When Chan and Jeongin came home, a handwritten sticky note awaited them along with all four keys to each of the four dorms. You checked yourself into a hotel. You’d come back at a later date to collect the rest of your stuff.

Their manager said you’d be transferred over to one of the Itzy dorms. They weren’t sure which one, but he felt certain you’d like it there. The girls were always upbeat and made everyone around them laugh. You’d never be bored.

Just as Minho rounded the corner, you slammed into him hard. He reached out to steady you, calling your name softly. You glanced up through tears and clumpy eyelashes. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Are you okay?”

You nodded and pulled back. “Yeah, rough day. You know I get them sometimes.” He reached a hand out to grab you again, but you walked around him. “Excuse me, I’ve gotta go.”

You hurried away, leaving him alone, and speechless. You were on a mission to find your former manager. You joining Itzy was a trial run. A temporary thing. Something you hadn’t yet signed a contract to.

You could still leave.

~ ~ ~

When Minho went back into the music recording studio, he was supposed to get back into the booth to record. The door opened and Changbin glanced up from the director’s seat. “Hey, you’re back early. I thought you said you were taking a ten minute break.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“Huh?”

“I’m going home. Come with me.”

“Uh, excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the recording booth. “We have a song to record. A due date lingers and-”

When he uttered your name, Changbin’s face fell. He frowned and pressed a button on the equipment in front of him. Memories of your devastated look in the conference room came back. He missed you. They all did.

“I’m not doing this without them.”

Changbin nodded, toggled another button, and stood up. “You’re right. Let’s go find the others.”

The pair walked out, nearly trampling a nervous Felix. His eyes lingered on the corner of the hall. Changbin called his name and put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“No. Why did-”

“You seen them, too?” Minho asked.

“They look so broken. I can’t handle it. I want them back.”

“We all do, Lix.”

“And that’s why we’re going to find Chan and raise hell, let’s go.” Changbin marched forward, keeping an arm around the emotional weight of the younger member.

The rest of the guys were scattered downstairs at the canteen. Chan had just scanned his meal card when footsteps caused him to turn around. He blinked in confusion as Changbin approached him.

“I thought you said you’d direct until two?”

“Change of plans. If the fans can threaten to boycott our company, so can we.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Come on. Let’s go, Channie hyung. We’re on a mission and you play a part in it, too.” He stepped to the side, revealing Minho hugging a teary-eyed Felix.

The sight caused him to frown. His fingers gripped around his tray. “You know what? You’re right. Screw this.” He slammed his tray on an empty table. “Let’s go.”

Changbin snatched the banana from his tray before rushing after him.

~ ~ ~

“I understand you’re upset, but you can’t do this. Your contracts say-”

“Don’t care,” Seungmin cut off their manager.

“Sue us,” Hyunjin added.

“Good luck, considering we’re your money makers.”

Their manager rubbed the sides of his temples. “You do realize that this might have the opposite effect that you want, right?”

Chan shrugged, “we’ve talked it over. We’re willing to do whatever it takes to get them back. If they’re gone, we’re gone.”

“God, I need a drink.”

They watched as he left the room. In his hands, a stack of handwritten letters from each of the members. Each one went into detail for why you were needed from the group. You weren’t just a group member, you were family, and family fights for one another when times get tough.

Meanwhile, you wiped your tear-stained eyes. Now smudged with black liquid liner, you looked like a crying racoon. You sucked in a deep breath and pushed open the door to the conference room. You knew this was where he went on his lunch break.

To your surprise, you didn’t find him. Instead, you came face-to-face with the eight people you loved dearly. They looked up when the door opened. Hyunjin sat the closest and reached you first.

“Hey, are you okay? What happened?” He grabbed your shoulders, studying your messy face. “Why are you crying.”

“Because they miss us, you idiot,” Seungmin grumbled.

Hyunjin’s arms tugged you close. You slumped into his body instantly. Defeated sobs rocked your body. How many times had this happened years ago? Back when you were a trainee, fighting for your life in the survival group?

The members kept you floating then, but they couldn’t help now. How were you supposed to tell them you were giving it all up? All the dreams you wanted to continue accomplishing? The goals. Future plans. The hopes.

Traveling. Fan interactions. Interviews. Live performances. Ambassador roles. You were done with all of it. The industry finally broke you. The worst part? It wasn’t the industry that put the final nail in the coffin, it was the fandom.

Congratulations. It worked. The hatred spewing between lips. Slathering twitter threads. The hurtful memes being passed from person-to-person. They got what they wanted and where did that leave you?

Alone. Miserable. Isolated. Dying in a ditch and for what crime? Being you? Being a little different? Quieter? Louder? Too much? Too little? Too dramatic? Too cold?

You were hung on the cross and crucified by the fans you adored. Your very own Judas. They gave you up and they didn’t even know. Not yet. The words hadn’t been posted yet. Your transfer wouldn’t be announced until you signed the contract. Now it’d never happen. Not ever.

They would cheer at your dismissal. The company would dub it personal reasons, so they didn’t tarnish their image. Whatever happened to you from here on out, it was your own problem to mend.

Jeongin was the second one up. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you and Hyunjin. Felix threw himself from the chair and nearly took out all of you. It didn’t take long before they were all around you. It felt like old times. Almost.

Only this time, you wouldn’t pull away and enter the shining spotlights on the stage. You’d seal the deal with your manager, sign a few papers confirming everything, and it’d be over. Your time as a k-pop idol would be a thing of the past.

Emotions ran high. The door to the room squeaked open. The manager walked back in and looked up with a face of confusion. It softened when he saw you surrounded by your eight protectors. They slowly pulled away and your light began to dim.

When your manager called your name, you shakily let go of Hyunjin. The future knocked. You had to let go now. No matter how scary, you had to let it go. You wiped away tears and straightened your back, just as your seniors lectured you when you were a trainee.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it. A stack of papers stretched out to you. A black pen sat on top. You shook your head, unable to sign the contract for Itzy. You couldn’t betray your group like that.

“Take it and read it. I think you’ll want to look at this one.” He placed it in your hands and stepped back. You wiped your eyes, trying to read everything.

When you read the first sentence, catching the words ‘renewal contract,’ you collapsed to your knees. Felix dropped beside you, worrying about what you were handed. He pulled it away and looked at it.

“This is a renewal contract and-”

“I’m happy to announce the uppers finally agreed. They won’t risk the group boycotting their schedules. It’s a fight they want to avoid.”

You collapsed over into Felix’s body. He dropped the stack of stapled papers and quickly grabbed you. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“We all do,” Minho added.

“I said we were family for a reason.” Chan walked closer and kneeled down to the other side of you.

Changbin huffed and crossed his arms. “Hyung, this was my idea like two days ago! I started this! Where’s my praise? Just because Minho put it in action today, it doesn’t mean that my credit isn’t due!”

A weak laugh bubbled between your lips. His face lit up and he grinned. “Hey, there it is! That’s my favorite sound!”

“They’re staying at our dorm tonight!”

“Nuh-uh! Fuck off, Innie!” Felix clutched you tighter. “We’re camping out on the couch and laying on Seungmin all night.”

“Woah, no way! I comforted them when they came through the door first!”

“Shut up, Hyunjin!”

“Enough!” Minho snapped. “We’re not doing anything until they sign the contract. The ball is in your court. Are you signing it, or are you just going to lay there soaking it in your tears?”

“Minho, don’t be mean.”

Chan handed you the pen and you shakily signed your name. The moment the first page held your name, warmth flowed back into your heart. You sniffled and scribbled over and over again, not caring to read the words. Chan flipped the pages and you signed them all.

Murmurs of excitement buzzed up again. It really didn’t matter where you spent the night. The truth? No matter which dorm you’d pick, they would all turn it into a nine member sleepover to celebrate you.

Their family was once again reunited and that was the only thing that truly mattered.

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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.

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