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Kinktober '23: Pegging | Seo Changbin

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), established relationship

Summary: You'd do anything to help your boyfriend relax after a long day, and he knows just what to ask of you.

WC: 2.7k

Warnings: Pegging, anal fingering, Reader is called ma'am, Changbin is wearing lingerie, nipple play, praise, cockwarming mentioned at the end

A/N: On god I'm gonna finish my kinktober. Maybe not by this October, but surely by the end of the year. I enjoy them too much to give up

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha / @ferrethyun // @moonchild0325 // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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Your relationship with Changbin was something to be admired, which you chalked up to him being an absolutely amazing person with the kindest heart and sweetest soul of anyone you'd ever met. He was a dream, and he'd say the same thing about you. Your entire relationship was based on reciprocation. Despite having different love languages. You accepted his words of affirmation and gave them right back to him, and he made time in his hectic schedule for the quality one on one time that you craved. You prioritized yourselves and your relationships. Balance.

That balance carried through every aspect of your lives. Chores, date planning, and maybe most importantly your sex life. It wasn't something that anyone would expect from the two of you and your picture perfect relationship, but the two of you liked to experiment with your play. After all, if there was something that you could be doing better, you'd want to find out. Your only goal in the bedroom was to make each other feel safe, loved, and as good as possible.

So it was really just another day when Changbin got home from the studio and found you tidying up the kitchen even though it was getting late. He knew then that you'd stayed up to wait for him, you always tried to no matter how often he told you that it wasn't necessary. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a few soft kisses to your shoulder.

"Missed you," He muttered, and you smiled, drying your hands off and turning in his arms. You tipped his chin towards you so you could press a chaste kiss to his lips. He melted a little closer to you, breathing you in and letting himself feel you. He was always clingy after a long day, all of his usual energy melting away and leaving just your precious boyfriend, tired and quiet and sweet.

"Missed you too." You tried not to giggle at the ticklish sensation of his lips against your neck, his breath caressing your skin. "There's food in the microwave, did you eat?"

"Not hungry," He said. You could already feel the way he was growing needy for your touch, his teeth dragging over your weak spot and earning him a quiet chuckle, more sigh than laugh. "Wanted you all day, need to feel you so bad."

"Bin," You tried to argue, but his hands were on your waist, sliding under the shirt you were wearing. His fingers were calloused, but so gentle as they stroked your body, working you up slowly but surely. His kisses continued, body caging you against the counter. Up your neck, along your jaw, across your cheek until he finally met your lips. The kiss washed over you, slow but so wholeheartedly desperate. You let his tongue dip into your mouth, savoring the taste of him and his longing.

Your hand wound its way into his hair, tugging lightly until he pulled away, lips already turning pink from working over yours.

"Tell me what you need, Binnie." You said. You watched the tension loosening in his shoulders, the way his eyes seemed to darken even more, going soft as he looks at you. He buried his face in your neck, pressing impossible closer to you until every inch of your front was squished into his.

"Need you to fuck me. Wanna feel good," He muttered, and you hummed, stroking his hair as you held him close.

"Alright baby, I can do that. Go get undressed, I'll be in there in a minute. Just gotta put the food away, okay?" You told him, nudging him away. He whined, pulling you closer. Still, you stayed firm. "Bin, I promise I won't be long. You can pick which strap you wanna take, yeah? Get everything out for me?"

He gave in then, slowly slipping away from you and heading for the bedroom like you said, his exhaustion and reluctance so clear in the way that he carried himself that you almost felt bad sending him away. But it didn't matter, you knew your job was to do what was best for him, and what was best was making sure he had food for later before you fucked him to sleep. So you made quick work of putting it up before you went to find him.

When you reached the bedroom, Changbin was stripped down to just the pretty undergarments that he liked to wear for you, perched on the bed with a few items laid carefully in front of him. You smiled proudly, taking off your pants and joining him on the bed.

"Look at you, such a good listener." You told him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and running your thumb over the softness of his cheek. "Still want to play?"

He nodded eagerly, looking up at you with the sweetest eyes.

"Good boy." Your hand ran lower, tracing the pretty baby blue strap of the bra he had on, down to where his tits were peeking over the delicate cups. "Did you wear this all day or did you put it on just for me?"

"Had it all day, but I put it on for you," He answered, hands coming to your waist to pull you closer to him, always so needy for the contact. "Wanted to look pretty when I got home."

You swallowed down a groan at his words. So fucking pretty for you, always was like this. You kissed him again, long and messy, before guiding him to lay down.

"My pretty baby. Gonna take such good care of you, just relax." You told him, dipping down to mouth at his collar bone, dragging your tongue along it before moving lower down to the dip between his pecs. He whined, squirming a little before seemingly reminding himself that you'd want him to keep still. He was always so eager to please, to give you exactly what you wanted so you'd give it back in return.

You slid one of the straps off his shoulder, then the other, then you slid a hand under him to unclasp it and slide it off all together, almost regretting the loss of the sight in front of you. But if he wanted you to top him, you knew you'd need him nice and pliant for you, putty in your hands. And there was no better way than this.

You wrapped your mouth around one of his nipples, listening to the way he whimpered. His hands reached for you, scrambling to find a place to touch you. You continued to suckle on the sensitive nub, your tongue tracing circles around it before finally pulling off and switching to the other side. Changbin's breath was coming out shaky. His tits were so much more sensitive than he'd known before meeting you, and you were just as addicted to playing with them as he was to having them toyed with.

"Ma'am, please." He whined. You pulled away from his abused nipple with a soft pop, looking up at him.

"What, sweet boy? What's the matter? Thought you wanted me to take care of you." You said, your hands trailing down the soft muscle of his stomach, feeling the way he tensed and relaxed under your touch and admiring the hard work that he put into his physique. He pouted, eyes growing wet with tears that tugged at your heartstrings.

"Need you inside. Please,"

It was so hard to deny him when he asked so nicely, and after all he dealt with on a daily basis, you couldn't find it in you to deny him. So you nodded, pecking his lips before sitting back.

"Alright baby, let's get you opened up, okay? Gotta be patient with me," You told him. You traced your fingers along the waistband of the pretty pair of panties he'd put on, the same pretty blue lace as the bra. Really it was a shame to take them off when they were fighting to hold his cock in so cutely, but you gave it to him anyway, tugging them down his plush thighs until you could take them off his ankles.

Changbin quickly turned over without even being told to, presenting his ass for you and squishing his cheek against the pillow. It was the easiest for him like this, didn't have to put as much effort into spreading himself open for you to play with him. You kissed his hip before reaching behind you for the bottle of lube he'd gotten out. You used one hand to pop the cap open, the other coming to knead one of his asscheeks, spreading them open and watching the way his hole clenched and unclenched. You dripped a generous amount of lube over the tight hole, earning a tiny gasp from Changbin at the temperature change. Your fingers followed after, spreading the lube and coating your fingers in it before dripping a little more onto them and testing one of your fingertips against his rim.

As always, Changbin was tense, but the feeling of your finger trying to breach his most sensitive spot made his entire body visibly relax, trying to make it a little easier for you. Once your finger started sliding in, it was easier to get him to open up. You worked it in slow, pumping it in and out to the first knuckle, then the second, carefully pressing against his rim to urge his hole wider until you could easily fuck one of your fingers into him.

He wasn't generally very loud, not this early on, but you were left with the pretty sound of his breath hitching, and the rhythmic hums that he let out each time you filled him up. Then you were adding a second and he was keening so pretty that you almost wanted to tease him again. You could see his cock jump, surely leaking the prettiest beads of precum already.

"Feel good, Binnie?" You asked, your free hand running over his hip. He nodded, breathless and pressing back onto your fingers as you scissored them open. You pulled them out, ignoring his huff and the tantalizing wiggle of his ass to add a little more lube. Then you were splitting him open with three fingers and just like that you'd pushed him into a new level of desperation.

"Please, ma'am, need you. Can take it, I promise. 'M open now, please. Fuck me, please." You were so helpless to him when he begged like that. You pulled your hand away, wiping your fingers on a tissue before leaning down to kiss his lower back, nudging him to lay back down, which he did eagerly.

You climbed off the bed, taking your sweet time while situating the strap to your body, feeling his gaze weighing heavily on you. Once it was on, you held your hand out and Changbin obediently leaned forward, lips pursed as he spit into your palm. You murmured gentle praise before stroking the silicon toy and smearing his spit on it, more for show than anything. As you settled between his thick thighs, Changbin spread himself open wide for you, pulling his thighs back and putting himself on display.

You uncapped the lube again, letting it spill onto the toy, some of it dripping onto Changbin's own rock hard dick, making him whine and squirm. He reached down to stroke himself, seeking some level of release, but you knocked his hand away, lining up the toy with his desperate hole.

"Color?" You asked, eyes flickering back up to his face. Getting pegged was always vulnerable for him, especially after a long day, and you weren't going to disregard that easily.

"Green. Just fuck me." He demanded, though it was so whiny that you had a hard time taking him seriously.

You pressed your hips forward, letting the head of the toy press into him and watching the way he tensed, then relaxed, melting into the bed beneath him. Once you saw that wave wash over him, you pressed in deeper, giving slow, shallow thrusts until you were buried inside of him entirely. His face was overtaken with lust, lips parted with the bliss of being full. Your hand wrapped around him, pushing his thigh closer to his stomach and hooking over the top of it to keep him in place. The other wrapped around his weeping cock, smearing the mix of lube and his precum up his length a few times while he adjusted.

Once you were sure that he was ready for you, you pulled out again, then plunged back in, finding your rhythm in slow, steady thrusts until you brushed just right against his prostate. He arched, a pretty whimper slipping out of him, and you were determined to hear it again. You shifted, finding your power in fucking the absolute demigod of a man beneath you absolutely brainless.

Your thrusts got harder, and with each of them the steady stream of desperate praise falling out of his lips jumped and hitched and broke until he was barely coherent. You could tell you were hitting right where he liked it by the way his cock twitched between the two of you, dripping and leaving a pretty puddle against his soft tummy.

"Look how good you're taking me, so perfect wrapped around my dick. You're so perfect, aren't you Changbinnie?" You asked, hand coming between you again to stroke him in time with your thrusts. He nodded, dark waves a mess against the pillow and eyes screwed shut as he tried to cling to his sanity.

"Yes, ma'am. So perfect for you. Good boy, right? Your good boy." He babbled. You leaned down, your lips slotting over his and your tongue dipping into his mouth to taste the saccharine words on his tongue. The new angle has him falling apart, fingers digging against your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. With the way you were pressed, your movement was turning into barely there grinds, digging the tip of your cock against his prostate and trying to messily stroke his dick in time. But despite the awkward position, it was absolutely giving Changbin everything that he needed.

"Close," He warned you, breathless and skin shining with the sheen of sweat he'd worked up. You latched your mouth over his nipple again, giving you a little more room to work. It was another three thrusts, a few tugs of his cock, and a particularly harsh suck before he was sent over the edge, cum leaking out of him down onto your hand. His eyes were shut tight against the tears threatening to fall, face scrunched up as he panted and whined out thanks under you. He always came a lot, even more so when you fucked him through it like this, milking every last drop out of him until it was running down your hand, pooling on his pelvis and dripping along the crook of his thigh.

"That's my good boy, good job." You hummed, bringing your messy hand up for him to lap at until it was all clean, smearing a bit of his cum against his cheek as you did, but he couldn't mind in the least. No, Changbin was on cloud nine, and you were thriving on the steady thrum of pride that came with getting him there.

"Thank you," He murmured against your skin, still suckling at your fingers. You reached up with your free hand, stroking against his cheek. He was so sweet when he got like this, fuzzy and warm from an orgasm and high on the feeling of not having to think.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" You moved to pull out of him, but his muscular thighs instantly closed around your hips, keeping you close to him as he looked up at you with the sweetest eyes.

"Stay inside. Just a little longer." He asked. You knew that if you did he'd be hard again in no time and begging you to fuck another one out of him. But he was looking at you with the sweetest eyes, and you really weren't capable of saying no to him like that. So you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips, then another.

"Alright, sweet prince. I'll stay. But we gotta get you cleaned up before you fall asleep. Promise?"

"Promise,"

You smiled, stroking his sides and pressing close to him with no regards to the mess between you. After all, a mess could be cleaned up, but you'd only have one lifetime with Seo Changbin in your arms.

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The art of pleasure ch.3

Mars ° Seo Changbin

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It’s only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: College AU, SMUT 18+ ONLY wc: 1.4k+

Warnings: fraternity skz, inexperienced reader, experienced changbin, oral m receiving, fancy dinner, alcohol mention, rich changbin, car sex in a way, coke can cock changbin

Chris-py boy <3:

How was it? Did he treat you well?

Damn he got you good mh

Are you alive?

Y/N????

I’m coming over

The activities with Minho had left you exhausted, both physically and mentally. Trying new things had always been tiring for you and paired with the physical tiredness, it wasn’t a surprise that you passed out as soon as you came home from the little date you two had. Minho had been kind and gentle through the whole date, his behavior perfectly gentlemanly. The words and touches and words you shared had left a warm feeling inside your belly that expanded and cradled you to sleep quickly. So you weren’t even a tad bit surprised when you woke up still with your clothes on, on top of your bed, what did surprise you was the arm that was around your shoulders and the warm chest your head laid on. An inhuman scream ripped from your throat.

“Why are you screaming?” a familiar voice.

“Why am I screaming? Why the hell are you here Chris??” you tried to pull yourself together, he was your best friend but he was still a hot guy in your bed.

“I texted you but you didn’t answer, I got worried.” You laid your head on him once again, your cheek squished against his hard body.

“Everything went well. Minho was very nice and kind,” you paused, thinking how to phrase your next thought, “he seems pretty skilled, if you know what I mean.” Thankfully he wasn’t looking at you, because he would’ve seen a look of pure embarrassment.

“He is, once we shared and the girl couldn’t stop talking about what he could do with his mouth,” Chan said nonchalantly, that man really had no shame.

“You have shared girls before me? And here I was thinking I was special,” you half joked.

“You are, we usually don’t invite the girls for ice cream after we fuck,” he giggled.

“Yeah alright mister playboy, get out of my room, I need sleep.”

The start of the week was always chaotic, but after your little weekend treat it seemed even worse than usual. Lessons had been so hard and draining that the only thing you could do once you got back to your room was study and sleep. When you woke up to start another day the cycle continued. Lessons, study, sleep. By the time Thursday rolled around you needed a long awaited break.

Unknown number:

Hey, this is Changbin 

I was wondering if I could take you out tonight and then have our lesson 

The repeated pings from your phone broke the atmosphere of focus and desperation that filled the room. 

‘Shit the lessons, I forgot,’ you thought.

You:

Hey Changbin

Yes, tonight works for me, do you have a place in mind??

Changbin:

It's a surprise eheh, wear something fancy

See you tonight

The secrecy was killing you. The books were quickly pushed aside to make space for new more pressing matters. Suddenly your wardrobe felt empty and nothing looked good on you. You hated fashion emergencies.

By the time you had pulled yourself together, it was time to leave. Changbin was already waiting for you in front of your dorm, in a black expensive looking car.

“Hey, thank you for picking me up,” you greeted as soon as you got inside. He looked absolutely breathtaking. Black slacks and a white button up hugged his muscles in all the right places, his sleeves were rolled over your forearms so deliciously that you almost asked him to skip the dinner. Almost.

“I couldn't let a lady walk alone in the dark,” Changing offered you a smile before driving away. Seeing the world from inside a stupidly expensive car was a whole new experience, so good that you spent the whole journey gawking out of the window. You felt almost sad  when the car stopped in front of a restaurant that looked too expensive to exist. 

In a matter of seconds Changbin was at your door opening it for you. 

“Thank you.”

After helping you out, Changbin gently placed his warm hand on the small of your back, giving you enough time to push him away. You didn't, it was comforting, you liked the feeling of his hands on your body.

The inside of the restaurant was even more dashing, everything tied together beautifully. You felt out of place but at home at the same time thanks to the man at your side. Your thoughts swirled and filled your head so much that you only realized that you had arrived at your table when Changbin gently pushed a glass of champagne against your hand.

“To you and how beautiful you look tonight,” he raised his glass.

“Thank you for all of this Changbin.” Your glasses clinked together.

Changbin was funny and respectful on top of being stupid hot. He made you laugh and the dinner passed in a blur of exquisite food and teary laughs.

“I had a good time tonight.” Unlike the last time you were in the car you were looking straight into his eyes..

“I'm glad, I didn't know if it was too much, I didn't want to overwhelm you,” he chuckled, that small and cute chuckle that only Changing could make.

“Every girl wants to be pampered like that, I assure you. You didn't have to pay tho, I feel bad.”

“Don't worry, money is not a problem for me.” He laid his hand on your thigh. During the dinner the volume of your laughs wasn't the only thing growing, your pussy was absolutely drenched and you couldn't help but rub your legs together every once in a while.

“Changbin, I want to touch you.” You didn't care if you sounded desperate, you didn't care if you sounded petulant. You need him, you were going to die if you didn't have his dick in your mouth in the next five minutes.

“Are you sure? Is that what you want to do today?” he tucked a small strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes, please can I touch you?” he didn't answer but pressed your hand directly on his bulge. He felt hard and warm. You wasted no time in opening up his pants and tugging them down with his underwear, you don't know what over you but all shyness was thrown out the window replaced by intense burning desire. 

His cock was exactly like him, not the longest but deliciously thick, so much that you knew your jaw would ache the next day.

“Don't worry baby, I'll guide you through it. Do what feels comfortable,” his words spurred you on and you reached down to wrap your hand around him. His skin felt hot and soft, it turned you on. In a second your mouth was on him. Small kitten licks were placed all around his girth. 

“Just like that baby, enjoy yourself,” Changbin assured you with a breathy voice.

You liked the taste of him, it was intoxicating, you wanted more. The sides of your mouth stretched and burned when you took him into your mouth. The weight of his cock on your tongue felt welcome and you moaned at the sensation which sent Changbin into his own series of whimpers.

“Touch my balls pretty.” You complied without having to be told twice. 

His balls were big and round, perfect to feel in your hands and to play with. Your head bobbed mercilessly up and down while you felt around his sack.

“God baby, I'm so wound up, I think I'm gonna cum.” You moaned again, trying to tell him that you needed it, you needed his release down your throat like you needed air. But taking your mouth off his dick was not an option, so you just sped up your ministrations. Wet sound from your throat and hand filled the car and pushed Changbin over the edge.

“Pretty, you sound so-” a long, breathy moan cut his sentence in the middle and his warm release shot down your throat. 

His muscles finally relaxed and he fully laid against the car seat, he was beautiful and the fact that you had the power to make him a breathy mess was even more beautiful.

“Come here,” he grabbed the back of your neck and placed a gentle, affectionate kiss on your lips.

“Remember, real men kiss women after they cum in their mouths.”

“I will,” you giggled. Silence fell on you two. Changbin’s chest rose and fell slowly, he was happy and so were you. His hand lightly caressed your face.

“How about a second date?”

[violetsiren90]

today is so depressing and scary and I was wondering if I could request some binnie gurt and comfort with the couple from the light in your eyes? ty in advance and take care ❤‍🩹

Pairing: Changbin/Reader (gender not mentioned, but this does reference the Light of Your Eyes couple)

Genre: drabble; established relationship; hurt/comfort

Summary: Sometimes everything is wrong...everything but him.

Content warnings: PG for content, but all my work is 18+ (minors, DNI); descriptions of feelings of deep unhappiness; implied dissociation; emotional catharsis; tears; hugs and being HELD 🥺❤

Word Count: ~500

Author's Note: Here you are, Anon! Today is indeed bleak, and I hope this helps even a tiny bit. Please take care of yourself, my friend.

Precious readers and moots: If any of you find yourself feeling hurt, despondent, and unsafe and need someone to turn to, please feel free to message me or send me an ask. Don't let anyone or anything induce you to doubt that you are so incredibly deserving of being seen and held.

You, each and every one of you, are so loved and worthy of it. 🧜💜

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It’s not raining - in fact, there’s not a cloud in the sky. The autumn air is crisp and clear and the leaves hang brightly and decadently on the branches of the trees as you stand at your own front door. You can feel your features tugging downward in dejection, your body aching and shivering with the deep sort of unhappiness that feels like a chill as you hesitate to take your misery over the threshold.

It's not raining, but it should be. Pouring. Thunder rumbling somewhere afar as you stand in the torrent. Then at least it would feel right, and maybe you would feel like you belonged in that body, standing in that place instead of whatever this is - with the sunshine and the calls of the migrating geese.

Your lip trembles and your heart hammers with the adrenaline of anger and pain...

And then you remember.

He’d asked you not to do this to yourself, said that he wanted it. To share it.

So you curse at the sun and the gentle breeze and turn your key in the lock.

“Bin?” You call instantly, desperately, kicking off your shoes and tossing away your bag.

“Bin!” You drop your coat in the hall as your legs carry you with stumbling steps to his home studio.

When you open the door, he’s already halfway out of his chair with his headphones around his neck, dark lovely eyes wide behind his black-rimmed glasses, and when you reach for him he sinks back down and pulls you over his lap.

Strong arms circle your waist as his head tilts against yours where you press your face into the crook of his neck.

One of his hands splays over your back as he rubs it in wide, soothing circles. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, that will come later. Right now he holds you.

Some wrongs can’t be righted. Not by you. Life can be terribly unfair. It can be downright cruel. But you can be afraid and angry and confused and sad…and in his arms.

Releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, your tears silently begin to fall.

He kisses into your hair.

His body is sturdy and soft and you breathe in cologne and detergent and the scent of his skin and you feel his chest expand and contract, silently beckoning your own to match its steady pace where you're pressed against him.

His presence washes over you and draws you in - deeper, softer. Safer.

Safe. Held. Of nothing required.

One of your hands slides up to tangle your fingers in the dark curls at the back of his head.

And then you’re not wishing for rain anymore. The warmth and peace feel like they belong to you - to your body, to your soul - even in your grief.

“I love you,” comes his gentle, deep murmur.

Not in placation, but in promise.

When you find your words again you’ll whisper those three in return, as you always do. But until then, and in every moment hideous or lovely thereafter, you’ll reach for Changbin, and he will hold you.

-Fin-

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Take A Rest

Request

PAIRINGS: Poly SKZ x Gender Neutral Reader WARNINGS: Shitty managers and fans. Mention of a creepy band member. Lack of communication which leads to last minute solutions. Male reader requested but I don't think there's any reference to the reader's gender. I think that's it.

Everything had gone to shit. The venue, missing band members, last-minute replacements, and a ton of other issues. All of them were swept under the rug by your manager, Tony, until the day of the concert.

The venue didn't have enough seats. The replacements for your missing band members didn't know the songs. Your lead guitarist and drummer weren't there. Tony decided he didn't want to tell you that the props were broken.

Your drummer got sick after being overwhelmed with stress from practice and her finals. Your lead guitarist said something about having a baby, but you knew that was a lie. That man has been a creepy virgin since you've known him.

Some fans didn't understand the stress you were under. With a recent flux in fans, the demand for a full album instead of songs was higher than ever. And with love comes hate. 

No matter what you did. More music, less music, or different genres of music. Everyone still felt the need to put their 2¢ in where it wasn't needed.

Fortunately, those who attended the concert were understanding of the current situation. None of the issues happening were under your control.

"Remember when I told you all that communication is the key to almost everything?" 

The crowd's screams of agreement echoed in your ears. Every outro on a video, a concert, a fan sign, or other event you exit with a similar speech and farewell; a signature in your fanbase. 

"It appears my manager didn't listen and failed to communicate," You sighed in disappointment. The crowd's mummers of irritation quiet down when you raise your hand to continue. "Nothing is prepared. And I know you paid money to see me and the guys perform."

"This time the concert will be a bit like a fan event-" You wave at those sitting closer to the stage and they scream greetings back. "When we reschedule a concert for you guys, and I'll make sure they do, you can see me perform." 

"How's that sound?" Your grin is showcased on the big screens behind you. Everyone cheers and the impromptu fan event begins.

With a sigh of relief, you walked off stage with the sound of people laughing and cheering ringing in your ears. Your manager was talking with one of the staff, waving his arm around as he shouted at them. With a tearful nod, the staff member left and disappeared into one of the rooms.

Tony followed the girl with his eyes before turning to look at your approaching figure. He glared at you from behind his iPad. "What's wrong?"

"What isn't wrong?" You scoffed, moving past him and into your dressing room. 

You're greeted by your boyfriends scattered around the room. Hyunjin, Felix, and Changbin sit on the couch watching edits of you in your recent music video. Jisung chases Jeongin around the room, narrowly avoiding Seungmin and Minho from their spots on the floor.

Chris is the only one who stands from his spot in your chair to greet you. He catches you as you flop into his arms. Before Chris can speak, your manager busts in and calls you back out.

"Since you want to give away free tickets, you can help schedule them into another concert," Tony grins, a malicious glint in his eyes. 

You need to nap and then find a new manager.

Even in bed, your shoulders were tense and your brain was in overdrive. Thinking of the damage last night's not-concert has, and will, cause. Helping your team to comb through each person who attended the event so you could squeeze them into another concert at a later date. The scolding your manager gave you wasn't helpful.

Tangled in the sheets and limbs belonging to your lovers, their scents pressed into the covers. You were warm and so very, very tired with a sprinkle of guilt seeping in. This was supposed to feel nice. It was supposed to help ease you. 

But why couldn't you relax?

"When are you going to let someone take care of you?" Chris asked, wrapping the curls on Y/N's head in a scarf and bonnet. "It doesn't have to be one of us or someone we know."

"Just let someone in." Hyunjin's hands were warm against Y/N's cold face. His plump lips press butterfly kisses against your eyelids, forehead, and temples.

With Changbin and Hyunjin calling dibs on your sides and Chris laying you between his legs, so your head pressed against his stomach. You're pretty sure Seungmin is asleep, curled onto your legs with his hands gripping your calf. 

Jeongin is sprawled behind Hyunjin with his arm over Hyunjin, and hand on your chest, over your heart. 

Felix and Jisung were somewhere in the dorm causing chaos in the kitchen with Minho supervising. You could hear Jisung yelling at the pots for burning him, Felix's laugh, and Minho shouting about melted plastic.

You'll probably have to clean the kitchen at some point.

"For once, just relax and let someone care for you. Please," Changbin whispered with arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"Don't hog him," Jeongin whined, pulling you back into his and Hyunjin's arms. 

Changbin grumbled as he yanked you back giving a chain reaction of Hyunjin and Jeongin pulling you and Changbin fighting for you to stay in his arms. Poor Chris with him latched onto you, he was tugged in every direction with you.

So, this is what the rope felt like in tug-of-war.

"You need to go to bed," Minho's voice comes from the doorway and everyone's heads turn in sync. He stands in the doorway with his hands on his hips, Jisung and Felix peeking around his shoulders.

"Who?" You ask.

"All of us," Minho answers, carefully curling up in an empty spot on the bed. 

Minho's attempts not to wake the sleeping boy are futile as Jisung dives onto the bed. He sandwiches himself between Changbin and your side, scaring Seungmin awake. He grumbles as he adjusts himself and falls back asleep.

Felix lingers at the end of the bed, looking for a spot to sleep. The moon shines on his milky skin and his eyes reflect the light. You turn so your back presses against Chan's chest, and Seungmin huffs as he turns away from you and tucks his face into Minho's neck. Felix was lying atop you amidst the commotion.

"Go to sleep, Y/N."

You hum, your eyes slipping close. It's warm. It's peaceful.

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Animals Without Direction Masterlist

Cover Art by @seochngbin 🤍❤️🖤

Ao3 Link - Latest Update (November 24th) - Chapter Forty-Two

⚔️ Updates every other week ⚔️ Character Descriptions World Map ot8 x reader Stray Kids Fantasy!AU 18+ MDNI

WARNINGS: THIS STORY CONTAINS HEAVY THEMES OF VIOLENCE, GENOCIDE, SEXUAL ASSAULT, HATE CRIMES, AND OTHER SENSITIVE TOPICS.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Swordfighting, Magic, Eventual Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Romance, Adventure, Fighting, High Fantast, Slow Burn, Extremely Slow Burn, Plot Heavy

Summary:

“No.” Your voice was stern, your eyes didn’t even look up from the plate in front of you. A healthy helping of roasted potatoes being pushed around by the metal fork in your hand.

“I am offering you a hefty sum of gold,” the man’s voice pleaded with you.

“I am well aware of the amount you offer, but you must think me mad to go anywhere near Miroh.”

“Thrice the amount, then.”

You paused.

Swallowing your mouthful of food, you placed your fork back on the table; tonguing your cheek and shifting on your seat.

Individually, you cracked each knuckle on both hands, your mind reeling.

“Explain the job to me once more.”

Chapter One - Thrice The Amount Chapter Two - Stained Glass Window Chapter Three - Red and Gold Throw Pillows Chapter Four - Sword Sparks Chapter Five - Careful, Merchant Chapter Six - Aye, My Lord Chapter Seven - Decree Chapter Eight - Twenty Laps Chapter Nine - Clear Your Plate Chapter Ten - By First Light Chapter Eleven - Permitted to Die Chapter Twelve - Rest Chapter Thirteen - Jump Chapter Fourteen - Quite Certain Chapter Fifteen - Serendipitously Chapter Sixteen - Make it in Three Chapter Seventeen - Hang in There Chapter Eighteen - Sunshine in the Night Chapter Nineteen - Dance Lessons Chapter Twenty - While Dancing Chapter Twenty One - Mend Chapter Twenty Two - Of Course Chapter Twenty Three - Tea With Sugar Chapter Twenty Four - Dagger Chapter Twenty Five - The Gracious Host Chapter Twenty Six - The Dove Waltz Chapter Twenty Seven - Imported Cigars Chapter Twenty Eight - Use Chapter Twenty-Nine - Between Two Walls Chapter Thirty - Missed You Chapter Thirty-One - Bonfire Chapter Thirty-Two - Music of the World Chapter Thirty-Three - Stay Here Chapter Thirty-Four - Ward Chapter Thirty-Five - Sunset Chapter Thirty-Six - Drums Chapter Thirty-Seven - The Horn of Miroh Chapter Thirty-Eight - Four Hundred and Thirteen Chapter Thirty-Nine - By The Six Chapter Forty - Mortal's Touch Chapter Forty-One - Rescue Mission Chapter Forty-Two - The Stars Missed You

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what am I missing | 3racha

act two: “I’m going to kiss you now”

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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From the moment Chan met you he felt like you were meant to be in his life. Your friendship from the beginning felt effortless. He loved the fact that you weren’t only friends with him but friends with his two best friends Changbin and Jisung. The boys and you were Chan’s rock. You guys were the only thing that made him feel like he wasn’t going crazy when he was stressed.

Since your conversation you had about your bad date Chan couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you said you felt like you missed your sexual awakening. Since freshman year of college when Chan lost his virginity he’s had a handful of sexual partners and discovered quite a bit about himself. He wouldn’t say he was exactly an expert when it comes to sex, but he’s extremely confident when it comes to satisfying any partner in bed.

Sitting in Jisung's living room, your conversation kept playing in his head on repeat.

“Chan, where is Y/N?” Jisung asked before taking a drink of his beer.

“She’s busy,” Chan said, quickly sounding nervous.

Changbin noticed immediately something seemed off with Chan. Knitting eyebrows together he stares at his friend for a long moment. “Chan what is going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Doesn’t sound like anything,” Jisung says.

“I just have a lot on my mind,” he says, attempting to get the boys to leave him alone.

“Maybe talking about it will help,” Changbin says.

“It’s not my place to talk about it.”

“Is it about (Y/N)?” Jisung asked, sounding concerned.

“Yes,” Chan sighs knowing the boys are going to find out sooner or later. He’s never been a good liar and normally people can tell when he’s lying.

“Is she okay?” Changbin asked, leaning forward.

“Yes, she just isn’t feeling the best about herself.”

“What do you mean?” Jisung responds.

“I shouldn’t be talking about this,” Chan sighs.

“Just tell us what is going on,” Changbin groans he’s clearly not in the mood to try and guess what’s going on.

“It’s just-“ Chan paused looking at his two best friends who were starting to look concerned. “She had a really bad date and just us wondering if he missed a part of her life other people have experienced.”

The room was dead silent as Changbin and Jisung took in what he had just said to them. Jisung looked concerned suddenly and then Changbin stood up.

“Did someone hurt her?” Changbin asked the same question Chan asked you.

“No it was just a bad date with a selfish guy,” Chan responds.

“Was the sex bad?” Jisung still looks really confused.

Chan knows he should stop this conversation but at this point he can’t without the boys bugging him. “Yes, but it’s not my place to say anything.”

“Okay I’ll talk to her,” Changbin says.

Chan feels his stomach drop. He feels sick at the idea of you knowing that he told the boys about your bad date. He wants Changbin not to go but he knows he won’t listen to him. Changbin leaves the room leaving a stunned Jisung and Chan behind.

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Since your conversation with Chan you couldn’t help the embarrassment you were feeling. You couldn’t believe you let Chan know that you felt like you missed out on having an exciting sex life. When Chan mentioned you ordering take out with him and the boys you made up an excuse trying to save yourself from facing him yet.

You decided to spend the night drinking a glass of wine and reading a book while dressed in your pajamas. When you heard a knock on you had no clue who it could be.

Opening the door you were shocked to see Changbin standing on the other side. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him. He looks like he went to the gym before he was supposed to hang out with the boys. He’s dressed in a tight white shirt that shows off his built torso and a pair of gray sweatpants. Since you’ve met Changbin you’ve always had a little crush on him and seeing him standing in front of you is a great reminder that your crush never went away.

“What are you doing here?” You finally speak up.

“Well I was with the boys and I was wondering where you were.”

“Oh,” you wonder what Chan said you were doing.

“Chan said you were busy, and I was worried something was wrong.”

You step aside and Changbin comes into your apartment. Shutting the door you turn and look at Changbin. He’s staring at you like he’s studying you. “Bin, is everything okay?”

“I’m gonna ask you a question and I’m going to ask you not to get mad at me please.”

You suddenly felt nervous, not exactly sure what he’s gonna ask you. “Okay.”

“What was wrong with your date?”

“Oh.” You can’t help but wonder what Chan told him. You can’t be mad at Chan but you’re just wondering what all Changbin knows.

“I- we slept together but he was selfish,” you wished the ground would open up and swallow you. Not only does Chan know about your embarrassing sex life but now Changbin will too.

He steps closer to you leaving little distance between you. “I’m not judging you at all. But I just want to know why you seem so embarrassed about your bad date.”

“Because everyone I know has had this fun sex life and I feel like I have missed out.”

He knits his eyebrows together, “what about your relationship with Yunho?”

“It was vanilla and I didn’t even finish every time.”

He steps even closer and if you didn’t know any better you would swear he planned on kissing you. His hand rests on your cheek and he tilts your head so you’re looking right into his warm eyes. “Please don’t slap me,” he says gently.

“I won’t.”

“Do you want to explore what it’s like to have sex with someone who’s only goal is to make you cum?”

Your breath hitches as you’re completely caught off guard by what he just said to you.

“Bin-“

“Friends help friends,” he says with his voice low.

“Do you want to sleep with me?” you’re trying to comprehend what he’s saying.

“I would love to sleep with you. I want you to know what it’s like to be with someone who’s only goal is to make you cum.”

Without thinking you say, “I want to know what that’s like.”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says leaning forward brushing his nose against yours. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire anticipating the feeling of his lips on yours.

“Okay,” you whisper.

The moment your lips touch for the first time you can’t help but sigh. You aren’t sure what the night holds, but you’re dying to know what it’s like to be with Changbin.

[arcaneauthor]

changbin version of cute things he does as your bf?

Cute things Changbin does as your bf

Pairing: Seo Changbin x reader

Warnings: just Binnie being so adorable it’ll make your heart hurt cause you can’t have him irl😔

Tags: established relationship, fluff, like so much fluff

Authors note: ask and you shall receive😌 Also this has been so fun and has really gotten me back into the writing spirit🥰 Pls feel free to send me requests! It helps to keep me motivated!

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Lays his head in your lap while y’all are chilling on the couch

If you tease him a lot (especially if it’s about his height) he just picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “Binnie! Binnie let me down!” “Nope, not until you apologize” but it just ends up with the two of you laughing your heads off.

Likes to go to the gym with you, sometimes he’ll even bench press you instead of weights lol

Does aegyo to try to get his way. “Come on pleaseeeee” *activates bby changbin* “You know that doesn’t work on me” *activates sad bby face* “okay fine”

he jokingly moans and groans when you wear thick soled shoes or heels. “Yah! As if I didn’t look short enough already”

Blushes so hard at pda. Go give him a kiss on the cheek in front of the members if you want to see him turn into a tomato

Although he’s usually very loud, and he still can be sometimes in excitable situations, he’s usually pretty quiet and docile around you. He’s just enjoys the quiet intimacy of just being in your presence. likes to just quietly cuddle with you while listening to you talk about your day.

Gives you massages if you’ve had a hard day. (And why do I feel like they’d be the best massages too) for such a buff man he’s got such a gentle touch

Brings you home flowers a lot. Doesn’t matter how far into the relationship you are or how long you’ve been dating, he’ll always buy you flowers periodically to make you feel special.

Ik I used this for Chan’s but HAND ON THIGH AT ALL TIMES WHILE DRIVING. (Didn’t you see that video where he asked hyunjin to hold his hands cause he didn’t like them feeling empty while driving?)

Gives a bunch of nose kisses

If you two argue he’s always the first to come apologize and want to talk it out. And he’d be such a good listener

Calls you at random times of the day while at work just cause he misses you

If you gush about how good your new book is to him he’ll go buy himself a copy just so the two of you can read it together and have something to talk about/ bond over (as a book fanatic the idea of a man doing this for me is just-🤤)

[fiahasleaves]

pool - seo changbin

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an innocent day out with your closest friend turns into something more when he decides to teach you how to play pool, properly.

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seo changbin x reader

w/c - 1,400 words

fluff, some tensionn (the nice kind)

masterlist

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“don’t you just hit them and hope they go into a hole?” you question, walking side-by-side with changbin as you enter a somewhat quiet bar.

you go in with the intention of learning to play pool, something you surprisingly don't know how to play.

as soon as you mentioned that a few days ago, changbin practically jumped at the opportunity to teach you, saying he knew a place.

so here you are now.

"that's... yeah, i guess that is how you play it. d'you know the rules?" he asks, hand on your lower back as he guides you to a quiet corner, an unoccupied pool table waiting for you both.

all you need to do is look at him.

he laughs, "i'll take that as a no. don't worry about them for the first round then." he eases your nerves, picking up two cues and passing one to you with a contagious smile. "so that's a cue," he points out.

you nod, "that's about the only thing i already knew."

"a good start." he begins to set the balls up in the triangle, leaving them in the middle as he lifts the black structure away, setting it on a table close by.

you only watch him as he moves around the green-fabric table, picking up a small blue block of something and smudging it on the top of the cue.

the black shirt adorning him tightens when he bends down to the table, setting up the shot. you hear the clank of the balls hitting each other - but you don't see it.

your attention was focused elsewhere.

that elsewhere being changbin's muscles almost ripping through his shirt.

how have you not noticed this before? not once?

"you're solids," he begins talking, or finishes... you weren't sure.

"huh?"

he grins at your confusion, tongue running across his lips before he repeats himself, "i said that because i pocketed a striped ball, i'm now striped and you're solids."

your head moves with acknowledgement. "so i can hit now?" you ask, eager to try it for the first time.

his smile turns to pity, "well, not really, but we're ignoring the rules, right?"

"for now, i might be amazing and you'll start enforcing the rules straight away." you tease him, to which he takes lightly, watching as you mimic his previous position.

he snorts, "yeah okay, you're aiming at a striped by the way."

"i was doing that on purpose... to confuse you." you change your position, now focused on the black eight-ball.

he steps close to you, arm quickly holding onto your elbow before you can hit the white ball.

"wait," he gently warns, "that's the eight-ball, if you pocket that, then the game is instantly over."

"i win?" there's only a slight tint of hope in your voice as you look up at him, still lowered over the table.

his lips thin into a line as he shakes his head and steps back, allowing you to change your mind once again. a yellow one.

you angle it to how you think is right, fingers in whatever position they feel like, and you shove the cue stick forth.

it doesn't go into a hole, only ricochets against other balls before landing on the edge.

you stand straight, shoulders dropped and the smallest pout on your face.

changbin pouts too, his more of a teasing one as he pulls you into a hug, "it's okay, everyone's bad on their first try."

"the ball didn't even go straight." you mumble into his shoulder.

he releases you, checking your cue. he picks up the blue substance again, that's when you notice what it is.

"chalk." you comment.

he nods, "it roughens up the surface so that the stick won't slip."

"ahh, is that what i just did?"

he chuckles, "yeah, that and bad form."

you shove him lightly as he passes the cue back to you, plucking his own off the table.

he's perfect - the way he hits it is so smooth, he even pockets two in one go.

then he smirks, waves you over to him, and your heart leaps. it's as though with one glance to you, he unlocks some new part of you.

you stand next to him, unsure of what to do.

"go for that green six," he directs, stepping back when you stoop down to the table's level. "okay, you need to have you fingers like this," he bends his index finger, creating a small hole for the cue stick to rest in.

you copy the movement and already it feels ten times more secure.

"anything else?" you ask.

he tilts his head, observing you. "you need to-" he goes to touch you but stops before any contact is made, stepping away again.

your face heats up, you try to ignore it, try to ignore the new, yet familiar sensation in your heart, the fluttering in your stomach.

"uh, need to what?"

he clears his throat, "hold the stick further back."

turning your head, you move your right hand as far back as it can go, holding just on the edge of it.

changbin shakes his head, the slight waves in his hair following with the movement, "not that far back," he steps to your left, reaching across your back to cover your hand, "here."

his hand lingers on yours for a moment longer than necessary - not that you minded.

you swallow your shyness, deciding to make somewhat of a move, "you can come closer, you know, if it helps you to teach me..."

he smiles bashfully, coming up behind you, encapsulating you in his arms.

his left arm guides yours, angling you correctly first.

his mouth is close to your ear as he mumbles, equally as nervous as you, "so, do you, um, you see the ball behind it, yeah?"

"mhm." it was close to impossible to respond with a full word. let alone a sentence.

"if you..." his right hand closes onto yours again, fingers gently interlocking over them. he shifts again, moving into a position where his chest was pressed more firmly against your back.

this is where you're glad that you are in a secluded area of the bar.

"if you hit the cue ball right there," he gently taps it with the tip of the stick, using your intertwined hands, "with enough force it will send both in."

you make the mistake of turning your head to face him - unaware of how close you'd really be.

mere centimetres between you.

his eyes don't falter from yours, he's too scared that if he looks somewhere else he'll do something rash. something poorly thought-out. something friendship-wrecking.

because that's what you were, right? friends?

he turns away, too caught up in his own mind.

your voice grows quieter as you speak, desperate to not break the ever-growing tension. "should i hit the ball in the center, then?"

"mhm." he responds, about to move away.

"can you help?" he stops at your question, nodding. "thank you, i don't know how hard to hit the ball."

you feel his warmth once again, relishing in the short-lived comfort before it's disturbed by the sounds of resin clashing together.

"hey!" he grins, standing up with his arms outstretched, "you got both in, check you out!"

you place the cue down, stepping into his embrace, "i think it was a joint effort, dummy."

he pulls back, seeing your face, hands resting on your hips.

"do you have a new mascara?" he questions, sending you into confusion.

your eyebrows furrow, "huh? no, why?"

he shrugs, still holding onto you, "i don't know, your eyes look brighter and your eyelashes-"

impatience grew to it's limit - you did it: you made the first move.

you kissed him gently, instantly stopping when he didn't move.

"i'm so sorry." you utter out, "i should've asked. did i misread what was happening? never mind. don't answer that, i'll leave."

his grip tightens on you, pulling you closer again as he presses his mouth against yours, more passion than previously.

he rests his forehead against yours, soft breaths mingling as he smiles widely, "so..."

"so.." you copy his tone.

"if i win this, we go on a proper date."

"and if i win i get ice cream on the date?"

he chuckles, stepping back to playfully nudge you, "i'll get you ice cream either way, dummy."

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My name…? Part 1

Changbin x y/n (gender neutral reader with no physical description, insert yourself)

You’re a barista, and Changbin comes in for a drink, but leaves with something unexpected….

Lightly based on when skz went to Australia and Changbin went to a cafe. It is assumed that reader does not understand Korean.

Pt. 1/? (this is my first fic ever so comment if you want to see more!)

Word count: 1,934

No warnings. Fluff, light flirtatious activity, not even swearing

PLEASE comment if you like this/ any feedback, it’s my first time posting a piece of fic! I might do multiple parts to this but not sure where it’s gonna go so thoughts/ ideas are welcome!

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“My name? My name is Changbin,” he says with a charmingly shy smirk.

“Changbin…. alright thank you,” you say with a smile as you type the name into the order. “If you wait over there your order will be called soon.” You point to the area where people wait for their drink orders. It’s been a busy morning at the cafe.

“Thank you,” Changbin says with a slight bow of his head, giving you a nod and a small smile before heading over to the waiting area. He sits down in one of the chairs in the back, casually glancing over at the counter every now and then as he waits.

While making drinks and taking other orders you catch yourself looking over at Changbin. He looks so cool and confident, something you wish you could be. Even if you feel good about yourself, there’s something about his confidence that you admire.

Changbin notices you looking over at him, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He quickly looks away in a smooth motion as if he wasn’t just looking at you, wondering if you’re watching him because you think he’s handsome or just keeping an eye on the waiting customers.

Your coworker who made Changbin’s order come up to you. “Y/N can you finish packing these together and call the customer? I gotta fix this machine.” You pack the drinks nicely in a carrier and include napkins and straws. “Changbin!” you say loud enough for him to hear but not as loud as usual, pretending to look around for him even though you know exactly where he’s waiting.

Changbin, who was looking at his phone to seem busy, hears his name called out and immediately stands up, making his way over to the counter to retrieve his order. He smiles at you sweetly as he approaches the counter. You hold up his order of drinks with a smile and hand it to him carefully.

“Thank you,” he says, his Korean accent subtle but still present.

“My pleasure..” you say still smiling, not able to even help it. “Please come again” is what you say, which you say to almost everyone but you really mean it this time.

Changbin looks a little confused, but he just smiles again and says, “Okay, thank you,” before turning to walk away, taking his beverages with him. You watch him walk away, hoping he really will come again. You can’t help but feel there was a spark between you, but you try to brush it off as him just being charmingly handsome. He probably has that affect on a lot of people.

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Changbin returns to the house which he’s sharing with the other 7 members. He hands out drinks to them from the cafe, and when he gets to Chan he asks him, “what does ‘please come again’ mean?”

Chan takes a sip of his coffee before explaining. "It's just a polite way of saying goodbye to a customer," he says. "It's like saying 'hope to see you again soon' or 'come back anytime.'"

Changbin nods as he takes a sip of his own drink. “Ah… okay. How should I respond to that?”

"You don't really need to respond to it," Chan says with a shrug. "It's just a figure of speech that Customer Service people use. You can just say 'thank you' or something if you want.”

“Okay, the barista at the cafe called my order and said ‘please come again’, so I want to know how to respond if I go back and they say it again,” Changbin explains.

Hyunjin perks up at the mention of the cafe and the barista. "Did you meet a cute barista?" he asks with intrigue on his face.

Chan chuckles and shakes his head. "It's just standard customer service talk. Don't get excited."

“Good to know that’s just a normal phrase. I thought they kept looking my way because I’m so handsome” Changbin says with a smirk, knowing it will rile up the others.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes at Changbin’s comment, used to his cocky behavior by now.

“No it’s really true! They were looking to me! They took my order and then called my name and smiled at me” Changbin tries to argue.

The other members exchange amused glances before Seungmin speaks up.

"Did they ask for your autograph too?" he asks with a straight face, with a deadpan expression as Seungmin does while roasting someone.

“Tch… Whatever..” Changbin says. “I’m going back there and I’ll show you all.”

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Two days later you get to work, you and one other coworker start the opening process. “Oh hey, there was a guy who came here looking for you yesterday, I think his name is Chang or something… I didn’t know if you knew him or not so I just said you weren’t here,” they say with a shrug.

“Changbin?” you ask almost immediately.

"Yeah, that's it!" they say with a quick nod. "Changbin. He seemed really bummed that you weren't here."

“Really?” you ask, surprised. “That’s interesting, I only met him at my shift on Sunday. He came in and ordered some drinks and it was a normal interaction…”

Your coworker raises an eyebrow at your explanation. "Just a normal interaction, huh? And yet he came back specifically looking for you? He doesn’t even know your name but he tried his best to describe you.”

“Yeah I mean I don’t think he’s a native English speaker so it was pretty minimal, he was looking at me a little from the waiting area but that’s it…” you say while thinking.

They widen their eyes at you playfully. "Oh he was looking at you? Sounds like he was interested in more than just an iced coffee to me." They wiggle their eyebrows and smirk at you.

“Oh stop,” you swat at them, rolling your eyes and pressing your lips tightly together trying to stop smiling, redness appearing quickly on your cheeks. “You’re always hyping up these little things as if some random person is head over heels for me when really they’re just being nice,” you admit, though you wish it was more than that sometimes. “Stop trying to set me up with customers."

"Maybe because you need to get out there more often," they reply with a grin. You continue your work, trying not to overthink the fact that you probably should put yourself out there if you want to actually find someone, but you don’t. You’re satisfied with your life, you don’t want to take a risk on something that could ruin you. Is that too pessimistic?

You both finish getting the cafe opened and start the day. It’s fairly quiet as it’s a cloudy Tuesday morning. You’re busy cleaning up and updating the menu specials on the board when suddenly you hear your coworker call out in almost a whisper, “oh YYYY/NNNNNN….”

“What?” Quickly looking up to see Changbin walking through the door. But he’s not alone….

______________________________________

He’s with a model of a man. Light hair, fair skin and freckles, the most gorgeous face in the world. It’s a good thing the cafe isn’t busy or this guy would probably cause a commotion. The motion of your hand slows to a stop as your eyes follow them to the counter.

"Look who’s- wow……who's the hottie with him?" your coworker says mouth open practically drooling over the new customer.

“I don’t…” you start to say but you’re interrupted by the deepest smoothest voice, coming from the beautiful stranger with Changbin.

“Hello,” he says. “How ya goin?” He asks your coworker who’s manning the counter. His Aussie accent adding to the already marvelous sound of his voice.

Your fellow barista doesn’t even respond, frozen in disbelief, wide eyed just staring at him. You quickly but calmly walk over to the counter to greet him and take their order.

“I’m sorry… how can I help you today?” I say, looking at him first, glancing at Changbin, immediately you feel your cheeks burning up. You try to act nonchalantly, taking their order, focusing as much as you can on just doing your job.

The freckled man looks amused by the reaction from your coworker before directing his attention to you. "No worries. I'll have a large flat white, please."

“Alright,” you say putting in the order “large flat white please” you say directly to your coworker to get them busy on it. “Okay” they say with a sheepish smile, still looking at Changbin’s friend.

When you turn back and look at Changbin, waiting for him to tell you what he’d like to order, he just says “Hi,” with a small bow of his head and a shy smile.

You return the same look and respond. “Hey”. You stare at each other for just a moment too long before you clear your throat then ask him, “what can I get you?”

Changbin seems to snap out of his momentary daze and looks at the menu. "Oh, yes, can I please have an iced long black?”

“Iced long black for Changbin…” you say to yourself, though they can hear you clearly, glancing up at him as you say his name with a shy smirk. “And may I ask your name for your order?” you ask his friend.

The freckled man grins softly at you, clearly noticing the way you said Changbin's name. "I'm Felix."

“Felix. Alright, thank you. We’ll have those ready for you in just a moment.” you say to them with a smile as you go to make Changbin’s drink.

As you turn away, Felix leans over to Changbin with a mischievous smile. "You didn't tell me they were so beautiful," he teases.

You look up to see Changbin and Felix both looking at you. They quickly look away acting like they were just minding their business. You put your head down and laugh to yourself.

When both the drinks are ready you tell your coworker to be busy doing something since they can’t handle a simple interaction with attractive people. They roll their eyes but comply.

“Felix,” you call and hand him his drink, “and Changbin.” You hand Changbin his cup and say “thanks for stopping in, come again soon okay?”

Changbin accepts his drink and nods. “Thank you,” he says genuinely, looking into your eyes.

"Thank you, have a good one!” Felix says kindly. He waves with a smile to your coworker who practically explodes from the simple acknowledgment.

The two of them head towards the exit, but not before Changbin pauses to look back at you one more time. He raises his cup slightly in a silent goodbye before leaving. You wave to him and smile as he leaves.

“That was embarrassing behavior,” you say to your partner. You both laugh and talk about it the rest of the day.

_____________________________________

When Changbin and Felix get back to the house, everyone wants to know how it went since they sent Felix with him to the cafe this time.

"So how did it go?" Hyunjin asks.

Felix grins widely. "It was great. Y/N was super cute." He looks at Changbin, knowing he’s the one who got the looks from you.

“I’m sure they had the same reaction to seeing you as they did Changbin. Normal, polite, customer service behavior. Right?” Chan says looking to both of them, expecting them to agree.

“Actually I got their number,” Changbin says nonchalantly, takes a sip from his drink.

The room falls silent at Changbin's comment, everyone's eyes widening in surprise.

"You what?!" Jisung blurts out.

[snowyquokka]

Imagine asking skz if u can tie a ribbon on it🤭🤭🤭

ask and you shall receive :)

cw: mature themes MDNI, mentions of BDSM, mentions of oral, mentions of kinks (obvi), gn!reader

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

ᴄʜᴀɴ

ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ

ғᴇʟɪx

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

[facioleeknow]

A peek into the bedroom

3racha x chubby!reader headcanons about their suggestive behaviour and how they behave in the bedroom

WC:481 Genre: smut

TW:smut 18+ only

@kflixnet

@comet-falls you convinced me so I did it

Chris

extremely touchy person

loves to grab a handful of your ass anywhere anytime

face down, ass up is the way for this man

very rough but knows you can and will take it ;)

loves to squeeze your hips when fucking you

loves squeezing your thighs when eating you out

his goal is to leave fingerprint marks all over you

..and maybe a few handprints on your ass eheh

loves to leave bite marks on your neck and belly

might go easy on the neck because it’s a generally exposed area but on the belly…

HE IS BITING 

on nights when he feels a little more romantic he loves to switch positions and always puts you in a mating press because he wants to see your face <3

loves doing it raw because he gets to cum in you 

BREEDING KINK

always overstimulates himself because he likes the idea of fucking his cum back into you

big in cuddles after sex, they’re a must

good boyfriend ™

Changbin

softest and kindest pleasure dom to ever exist

loves to see you in expensive pretty lingerie, prefers pink but as long as he is taking it off of you it really doesn’t matter that much

this dude lifts almost 150kg he CAN and WILL manhandle and throw you around

lovingly of course

loves to pick you up and just fuck you

wall sex, shower sex, counter sex

loves anything that involves using his strength on you

hates edging because doesn’t like to make his pretty baby wait

big into overstimulation

big into body worship

pretty vanilla

loves missionary but adores it when you ride him because he likes to see your tits bounce

NEEDS to see your face 

textbook version of boyfriend

aftercare king

husband material

Han

absolutely adores you 

like actually worships you and kisses the ground you walk on

subby hannie <3

oral fixation goes crazy

loves to suck on your fingers and loves when you suck on his fingers

loves eating you out, wants to do it  AT LEAST once a day

wants you to suffocate him with your thighs so bad, he begged you for weeks

often cums in his pants when he eats you out

prefers eating you out than getting sucked off

literally everytime you wanna suck him off you need a good 10 minutes worth of convincing 

loves cowgirl

when you’re on top you look even more like a goddess to him 

tends to cum quick because he’s too excited but can go a few rounds so that doesn’t stop him

once you sent him a audio message of you moaning and playing with yourself and he came untouched <3

actually obsessed with you

falls asleep right after sex, he likes to lay on your chest and he makes those little noises in his sleep

sometimes likes to suck your nipples to sleep

he’s cute <3

[violetsiren90]

Arms Around Me

(A Light of Your Eyes universe drabble)

Pairing: best friend's younger brother!Changbin x f!Reader

Genre: drabble; established (secret) relationship; smut/fluff/angst

Summary: Three months after you show up on your best friend's doorstep to find her brother instead, Changbin thinks it's time to let Nari know that things have changed.

Content warnings: 18+ (minors, DNI); explicit sexual content; seated cowgirl; intimate sex; eye contact; unprotected vaginal sex; internal ejaculation; cock warming; praise kink - because we all know he has one, okay??; showering together; a little sexy joking; nudity; kissing and embracing; teasing (non sexual); mentions of reader's hair being washed; FLUFF 🥰; some guilt and anxiety; tough conversations; Binnie goes off script (but he's also just the sweetest and realest); Binnie down BAD; a pretty intense argument; cursing in an argumentative context; minor panic attack symptoms and disassociation; crying (hurt/comfort, honestly), emotional intimacy and vulnerability for the win 💕

Word Count: ~5000.

Author's Note: I did NOT expect to drop this today of all days, but here it is nonetheless! You know, just in case you needed any more reason to lose your mind over this man...🤪. It turned out longer and angstier than I initially imagined, but once I started they took over entirely and now we have the second part of their little love story! I apologize in advance for how many times I mentioned Changbin's big buff arms, they are my current Roman Empire, and I will honestly never be normal about how much this guy makes me wanna just bite him.

To anyone who reads, thank you! I hope this story brings you something soft and sweet.

And as always, if no one has told you yet today, please know that you're loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

“Look at me, beautiful,” Changbin’s breathless voice pleads as your eyes flutter open from where he’s tilted your head back to take you in.

His hand cradles the back of your neck with a tender strength as it lolls against his grip with each roll of his hips where they press up to meet yours. From under heavy lids, you drink him in.

His handsome face, inches from yours, is flushed with his efforts. Thick dark hair clings to his damp brow above hooded eyes that look as desperate as you feel. Your arms are curled around his neck, your soft body flush with his sturdy one where he sits on the edge of the bed wrapped in you. Arms clinging to his shoulders, legs bent at the knee on either side of his hips as he grinds up into where you stretch around the thickness of him. Your quads burn as you raise your hips the few inches you’re still able before letting your ass fall with a slap to his muscular thighs again and again.

He must be close, you think, as you try your best through your fucked out haze to focus on the intensity of his gaze - he always wants them when he comes, your eyes on his. Your lips are parted by a groan as his left hand leaves your waist to splay over your lower abdomen between your bodies, this thumb pressed to your clit. You’re close too.

“Bin…” you whimper softly, and he pulls you to his lips, salty with sweat.

You gasp into his mouth, swallowing each other’s cries as the knot in your core bursts and you come, squeezing around his cock. He follows you over the edge, releasing inside you with a cry as you quiver against him, parted lips still hovering over his own.

You kiss him, sweet and slow and spent, and he flips you onto the bed so his body lays over yours, still inside you though growing soft. His weight presses you into the mattress and you sigh, so utterly at ease, body and soul, when he shields you from the world. His head raises from where it collapsed to your breast and you take his face in your hands as he beams down at you with twinkling dark eyes and his little crooked grin.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, stroking over his full cheeks with your thumbs.

“You came with me again,” he murmurs, still half out of breath. Your lips stretch into a smirk.

“Can’t help it, you’re too good at getting me there,” you answer, leaning up for another kiss before nipping at his plump bottom lip. 

His smile widens and he drops his face to nuzzle his nose into your neck below your ear. 

“I’m too good, huh?” his voice comes in a raspy hum against your skin. You drag your fingers through his damp, curling locks.

“You know you are, Seo Changbin. You know what you do to me,” you chide.

“Say it anyway.”

You smile, your eyes pressing into crescent moons, and you tilt your lips toward his ear.

“You make me feel like nobody else could ever,” you whisper, your mouth ghosting his lobe.

He twitches inside you. You chuckle quietly as you press another kiss to his neck.

“God, I’m so lucky!” you murmur teasingly, but he presses himself up to meet your eyes, not a bit of jest in the ones now gazing down at you.

His beautiful face is grave and lovely as his eyes trace yours with a reverence that only ever seems to grow with time.

“Nah,” he shakes his head, bringing the backs of his fingers to gently drag across your cheek, “I’m the lucky one.”

Your breath catches in your chest.

It’s been three months since you lost a dozen games of Super Smash Bros Brawl and your whole entire heart. Three months of rediscovering yourself in the unfamiliar and beautiful context of deep and sincere adoration. Three months of giddy laughter and quiet vulnerability and the safety of strong, gentle arms.

Three months of heaven.

Three months of Changbin.

“I have a confession to make,” his voice comes from over your shoulder and the patter of water against the shower floor.

You hum in response, eyes closed as his fingers lather shampoo against your scalp, filling the humid air with the scent of lemongrass and lavender. His other arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you close so that your bare back leans flush with his chest.

“…I told Chris.”

Your eyes open, droplets clinging to your lashes like dew.

“About us?”

His hand skims up your side and moves to cup your forehand and tilt it back as you feel the warm spray of the showerhead through your tresses. When the suds are gone he turns you around, hands on your hips. He looks like the cat who caught the canary as he nods and smirks, and you can’t help but smile yourself, even as you attempt to harness an expression of disapproval.

“How’d that happen?”

“He basically called me out on it. Said only one thing could make me so stupidly happy.”

“Mind-blowing sex?” you murmur, pressing your slick skin to his.

“You,” he corrects, his eyes glimmering as he leans down to press wet lips to yours. When he pulls away, you consider for a moment.

“You mean…he knew you liked me? Before?”

“You think my best buddy wouldn’t?”

A pang of guilt twists in your stomach at the remark. Your best friend is still very much in the dark about…well, everything where you and her brother were concerned. You chew your bottom lip as he helps you out of the shower. Absently reaching for the towel he holds out, you blink into focus as your hand clutches at air when it’s drawn back out of your reach.

“What…hey, why are you…?” you glance at Changbin, who is now holding the towel over his head, a victorious look on his features as his eyes rove your form.

“I like you naked. Five more minutes!” He whines with a chuckle as you swat his bulging pectoral and snatch the towel cradling his hips to wrap around your own damp body.

“You’re ridiculous,” you grumble with a smirk, but you adore it - how taken he is with every part of you. How he always wants to touch you, hold you, be close to you in any way he can. And how he never shies away from saying just exactly how you make him feel. 

Though, you’ve noticed a shift in that particular respect over the last few weeks.

You watch him rumple the towel over his hair.

Sometimes he holds something back. You can always see it, lingering behind his eyes and at the corners of this mouth. You can feel it on the tips of his fingers and at the end of each sweet kiss. But it’s grown with time, and you feel the weight of it each time his eyes rest on you when he thinks you’re not aware. 

You suppose it’s only natural that there should still be some mystery between you. Even after all the years you’ve known him, these were uncharted waters, and ones you’d strayed into more than a little clandestinely.

Keeping your relationship secret has had its benefits. It’s given you time to grow without the judgements and perceptions of others playing a part in your gentle discovery of one another. It’s also taken the pressure off of things - not having to answer questions from anyone you haven’t even had the chance to ask yourselves. And it was fucking sexy, to be honest, all the sneaking around. Inconvenient at times to be sure, but still deliciously indulgent to the rebel in you both. 

But as you watch him open the mirrored cabinet to grab the toothbrush he keeps in your bathroom your heart skips a beat and you wonder if it’s time the jig is up.

You settle behind him, slipping your arms around his middle and resting the side of your head against his broad back.

“What did Chris have to say? About me and you?” you ask softly.

Changbin spits into the sink.

“He was stoked for us.”

You smile.

“He did ask if Nari knew.”

You sigh.

“I think she should by now,” he says, turning to speak over his shoulder. “I think it’s time.”

You hum into his skin.

“The longer we wait, the harder it’s going to be. A few months of privacy is alright, we’re still in the clear.”

He’s right. You know he is. You press your damp forehead into his back and sigh.

“It’ll be fine,” he says around his toothbrush.

“She’s gonna freak,” you groan.

“She’ll get over it.”

You sincerely fucking hope so. The faucet squeaks shut and he turns, wrapping you in his big arms, to press a minty kiss to your lips.

“Stop fretting, beautiful,” his dark eyes sparkle down at you, “We’re gonna be okay. Nari too.”

Your heart melts as it settles and his mouth seeks yours again. Yeah. You were gonna be just fine.

You take a deep breath as you ring the bell, and you look down at your feet, shuffling them nervously as you wait for Nari’s door to open. You think back to that night, to Changbin standing on the doorstep with a dish towel over his shoulder. You think of everything that’s changed, and you hope that your best friend can see the beauty in what they’ve become.

You had both wanted to tell Nari yourselves, but you ultimately decided that together would be best. You arranged a hang-out and she suggested dinner at her place. Changbin would show up too, and you’d drop the news after spending some time together.

You raise your eyes.

“Hey, girl!” Nari chimes as the door swings open for you. She’s in joggers and a tank top and she eyes your sundress with an impressed air. “You look cute…” she murmurs as she walks back into the living room and collapses into an armchair. “Oh, and Bin showed up so he’s having dinner with us, alright?”

You nod, swallowing as you dump your purse and sink onto the couch.

“So you feel like Thai or - hey, what’s wrong?” Nari frowns as she looks up from her phone, eyes darting over your face.

Dammit. You shake your head and shoot her a smile. 

“Nothing. Thai sounds great.”

You chew your lip. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You look at Nari. She’s so tiny, but she’s got more fire than anyone you know. You know that whatever happens, this won’t break your bond - nothing could - so why do you feel like you’re about to hurl? You glance over your shoulder, not seeing any sign of Changbin, and you turn back to look at your friend as she scrolls, legs tossed over the arm of her seat.

“Hey, Nari…” 

She hums, not looking up.

“Nari.”

She looks at you and for a moment you just hold her gaze. Things are about to change, and you’re scared - no, you’re terrified - so you just memorize the feeling of the space between you and everything it's been until now. She swings her feet forward and abandons her phone.

“Dude, what’s wrong?” she presses, her pretty features schooled in an expression of concern.

“Look…just know that…” you begin to stammer. And then you hear him.

You usually hear him before you see him. The deep resonance of his voice calling through the house from the garage door. He emerges from the hall, wiping oil stains from his hands with worn cloth. He’s in a white tee shirt and jeans. He’s got a smudge on his cheek. He’s adorable and handsome and you have to stop yourself from running to him.

“Someone just blue torqued your oil cap on, that was all. Next time y—” he catches sight of you on the couch and his eyes go softer and warmer and the smirk on his lips is almost bashful. 

“Hey, beautiful,” he greets you, and your eyes go wide.

“What the fuck?” Nari says, looking up from her phone at her brother as he takes a seat next to you on the couch. 

“Seriously?” you whisper at him in pleading distress, “That’s not how this was supposed to go.”

“What I was saying,” Changbin gives you a reassuring smile and continues, abandoning the rag on his knee to take your hand in his, “Is that whoever changed your oil screwed the cap on too tight.” He’s looking his sister dead in the eye with an air of total placidity and just a hint of defiance.

You whip your head toward your friend, who has frozen where she sits, staring with narrowed eyes at your joined hands.

“Why are you doing that? Stop it.” The tone of her voice seems to offer you one last chance to pull away from him and say what she’s witnessing isn’t what it looks like. What it is.

“What the hell am I looking at right now?” she mutters lowly, her tone just short of acidic.

“We wanted to talk to you…” you press out, not meeting her eyes, “To tell you…”

“We?” she snaps incredulously.

“Hey,” Changbin intercedes, “Let's not lose our heads…”

She stands and scoffs.

“Lose our heads?!” she grits out, “Have you lost your fucking minds?” She blinks, glancing around in disbelief. She looks at you, her face etched with anger and confusion. “He is not the guy you’ve been…” She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

You take your shot in the moment of silence that follows.

“It’s not like that, I swear. We didn’t mean for it to happen but—"

“But you got dumped and decided that my brother’s dick was the cure for your sorrows?! Unbelievable.”

“Yah, don’t bring my dick into this!” Changbin protests.

“You are the one that did that, buddy!” she shouts, hands balled into fists.

You barely hear them. You’ve gone mute since her last remark and your ears ring with it. Is that what she thinks of you? Lonely and desperate and selfish? Doubt starts to tighten like a coil in your chest, a little voice you haven’t heard from in a while whispering that she’s right. Your breath starts to come quickly as Changbin and Nari’s voices ring in the air above you.

It isn’t until you feel two strong hands on your shoulders that you realize you’ve spaced out.

“Hey,” he murmurs, brow drawn in concern, “Hey, look at me.”

You blink up at him as your pulse hammers in your ears.

“It’s okay, hey…” he says, pulling you against his chest and you sigh softly. You see Nari for a split second over his shoulder before you shut your eyes, catching her expression waver for a moment as she regards you in his arms.

“This isn’t gonna fly,” Changbin says firmly over his shoulder, and then he pulls you back to meet your eyes. “Let us talk for a second, yeah? Just for a minute. Can you wait in the guest room?” he asks gently.

Your mouth is dry, but you try to answer him.

“I…this is about me too, I…”

“I know,” he interrupts you softly, “But just trust me on this. Just a couple minutes. Okay?”

You nod, and as you back away from him, you glance at Nari. She’s sunk back into her chair and if her body could speak it would tell you to get the fuck out. She’s turned as far away from you as humanly possible without facing the backrest, her hands white-knuckling the arm. You let out a shuddering breath, willing yourself not to let your adrenaline swallow you whole as you head for the guest bed. Silence hangs over the house, your blood still rushing as you click the door shut and sink back against it. After a few moments you hear Nari’s voice. The Seo siblings never did know the definition of the word quiet, and you should move away, you know, but human nature prevails and you tilt your ear against the door.

“My best friend, Bin? Out of everyone in the goddamned world?” she mutters, her voice cold.

“Why is that a bad thing? Shouldn’t you be happy for us?” he insists. “And don’t cut her down like that, you’re gonna hurt her.”

“The truth hurts sometimes.”

“Not like that, it shouldn't.”

You hear her sigh in exasperation.

“We’re family, Bin. We’re part of each other’s lives, for good! When this ends in a fucking dumpster fire what then?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“As if you can guarantee that?! Don’t let some schoolboy fantasy ruin—"

“That’s not what this is. I care for her.”

Nari lets out a huff.

“Yeah, so end it then. This isn’t right.”

“No. The only thing that could ever convince me to let her go would be if she wanted to walk away from this,” he counters firmly.

“You know, she might.”

“Stop it.”

“Bin, you don’t know her as well as I do! She just got out of a really serious relationship - they were probably gonna get married. Can you see that happening with you? Marriage? A family? This is a fling for her.”

“No, Nari.”

“A young guy giving her attention when she’s low?” Nari’s voice goes high and tight. “Fuck! I hate this for both of you! It needs to stop before you really hurt each other.”

Changbin is silent for a long moment. When he speaks again, his voice shakes a little, and it makes you want to cry.

“It’s too late for that. If she leaves it will tear my heart out, and you know what? I don’t even care. Because she was dying inside. That asshole was killing her. And she let me hold her. She let me tell her she was beautiful and strong, and she believed me. So even if this has an expiration date for her…fuck, I’ll just be grateful for the rest of my life that she let me be the one to pick her up and put her on her feet.”

The room goes silent as the words that fell from his mouth sink in, and when his voice cuts through the thick of it again, you can hear his wet eyes and drawn brow.

“Nari, I love her.”

Your heart stops in your chest.

“Changbin…” Nari’s voice is softer in its surprise. 

You hear him draw in a long breath and sniff.

“Does she…fuck. Does she feel that way too?” she asks, much more gently.

“If she does, she’ll tell me when she’s ready.”

Another silence stretches between them.

“Shit…” Nari whispers, and you hear her get up and cross the room.

When no one speaks for a long time, you peep through the crack in the door to see your tiny best friend with her arms wrapped around her brother, and his face buried in her shoulder.

And suddenly, they’re twelve years younger, and Nari is crying on your bed - something she never does - telling you that Changbin blames himself for their parents’ divorce. Your ears echo with her worries, after a few drinks one night in grad school, about how her little brother carries a childishness with him because emotionally he never got to be one, always supporting their mother’s cares and then trying to be the man of the house when their father left, mourning that she doesn’t know how to set him free of it. You think back to three months ago on the floor of Nari’s living room where he saw you and held you as you shattered.

You catch your own gaze in the mirror above the bed across the room and you want to smash it to pieces - its reflection just another selfish person indulging in this precious soul’s exhausted strength and resilience while he continues to refuse himself permission to be weak.

Your purse and phone are still in the living room but you don’t care. You slip out and through the garage. You walk. And then you run.

You notice, when you come to a little park a few blocks away that your cheeks are wet. Trudging through the grass and onto the playground, you huddle yourself into the mouth of a tube slide.

You’re not going to hurt him anymore...and maybe Nari's right. Maybe caring for him means it means wounding him one last time.

After crying into your knees for what feels like an eternity, you hear the wood chips crunching under heavy steps.

You look up and see Changbin, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans as he approaches you. He crouches down in front of you, close enough that his thighs brush your knees where they hook over the edge of the slide, and hands you your phone.

“You took off,” he murmurs, sounding a little wounded. “Don’t leave your phone like that, it’s not safe.”

You pull a hand over your swollen eyes.

“Sorry,” you whisper pathetically.

“Come on,” he tugs you up and out of the slide, but you don’t make it far. You collapse onto the low platform of the jungle gym.

“I…I can’t do this to you,” you choke.

“Do what?” he murmurs, sinking down beside you and pulling you into him.

You sob.

“Nari’s right, Bin. I’m so s-selfish. You’re always everyone’s r-rock, even when you shouldn’t have to be. Always the s-strong one. And I…I’m just dumping all my p-problems on you just like everyone else…I…”

He pulls your face back, hands on either side of your head as he gazes down at you, his brow drawn and his eyes searching your face.

“You think that’s what this is?” he asks in a raspy whisper. His lips curve up at one side and he huffs. “Dumping your problems on me?” He shakes his head. “Do you even realize…”

You blink up at him, sniffing. He draws a deep breath, his eyes flicking skyward before they meet yours again.

“When my dad left, who’d come over after school? Who brought me a candy bar and sat on my desk in my room and drove me crazy while I was trying to sulk over algebra homework every damn day for two straight weeks?” 

Your lips quirk into a ghost of a smile, you’d forgotten about that.

“And then when I graduated,” he continues, “And my family didn’t want me to chase music,” he runs a thumb over your cheek, “Who told me that they believed in me? That if anyone could do it, I could?”

You sigh, and bite your lip to repress another sob as you lean into his touch.

“Who is the prettiest, funniest, kindest woman in the world, who for some reason wants me to hold her and kiss her? Tells me her secrets…makes me feel…” his big strong hands are trembling as they cradle your face, “like I’m already the man I want to be?”

Fat tears are rolling down your cheeks.

“Bin…” you whisper in a desperate plea as you lean up to kiss him.

He presses his lips to yours again and again. 

“You’re not a burden…”

A kiss. 

“…You’re an angel.”

Another.

“You’re…”

“Changbin, I love you.”

His lips are suspended over yours where you whispered the confession, and for a moment he doesn’t move, as if refusing to disrupt the beautiful centimeters of space into which they had been uttered. He pulls back and stares at you, and for once, his eyes don’t sparkle. They crash over you, drowning you in the depths of their unchecked emotion. And you see it, what he’s been holding back - the strength and weakness, courage and fear, joy, sorrow, confidence, insecurity, passion, doubt - all of him, his whole heart, for you. 

“Me too,” he whispers, and you lean up on your knees and crush him in an embrace, bringing his head to your breast.

His arms wrap around your waist as he anchors himself to you, and you hold him.

You hold each other.

Glancing out of the kitchen window your eyes scan over dirt and cement of the backyard as you sort the last of the glasses into the cupboard. The landscaping of your new condo’s fairly sizable outdoor lot wasn’t much, but you could change that. You mentally schedule a trip to the nursery tomorrow - you’ll take Nari. She’s still warming up to things, but she’s getting there. Two days after the big conversation she’d taken you out for drinks and you’d tearfully hugged it out after a pitcher of margaritas.

You hear footsteps behind you, then a hand slips into your back pocket and lips press themselves below your ear.

“Chris says he’s sorry he couldn’t be back to help out,” Changbin mumbles against your skin.

You hum, moving toward the last box as your boyfriend follows your steps, hand still tucked into your jeans, as if he were a built-in attachment.

“I would have hated for the poor guy to have to use his first weekend back helping us move anyway,” you muse, opening a drawer and to find silverware tossed in a haphazard pile. “Who did this?”

“What?” Changbin looks over your shoulder. “Should it be somewhere else?”

Apparently having a bunch of twenty-something-year-old dudes help you move had its pros and cons. You open the box on the counter and fish out an organizer, handing it to Changbin.

“Chris actually extended his trip,” he says with a smirk, releasing you to stack spoons into one of the plastic slots.

“Oh?”

“Met a girl in the UK. Apparently things are moving kinda fast.”

“Yeah?” you smile over at him, “Good for Chris! What’s he said about her?”

“The usual Romeo stuff. Jisung calls her HP,” he snickers.

“Umm…Hewlett Packard? High priority?” you raise a brow at him, shrugging your shoulders.

“Hot piercings.”

You grin. “Nice.”

“Finished the studio,” he remarks, sliding the organizer into the drawer.

“Yeah?” You break down the cardboard box and toss it onto the stack of others. “Give me the tour!”

He shakes his head, clicking his tongue.

“I don’t think you should be allowed in there.”

“What! Why?” you huff, hands on your hips as Changbin turns and crowds you back against the edge of the sink.

“Because, I’ll never get anything done but you…” he growls, leaning in for a kiss, but you push him back.

“But you said I helped you pass algebra!”

He lets out a hearty laugh.

“I said you cheered me up - I almost failed that class.”

“Seriously?”

He smirks, raising a brow at you.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to do math while a hot girl is sitting on your desk licking chocolate off her fingers?”

You roll your eyes theatrically.

“So where exactly am I allowed, hm?”

“My bed, for starters,” he quips, hitching onto the rim of the sink.

“Our bed,” you correct him with a grin, weaving your arms around his neck.

“Yeah…” he murmurs dreamily, leaning in to kiss you as your fingers tangle in his hair.

He pulls you off the counter, arms under your thighs, and you giggle into his mouth.

You don’t mind when he carries you these days. You don’t feel like a burden, and not just because he can take it. Because you know you’re holding him as much as he’s holding you - that in each other’s arms you’re safe.

In each other’s arms, you’re strong.

-Fin-

[bangchanyespls]

Phosphorescence Pt. 3

A/N: I still have not figured out a couple for this lol and I am having a bit of writers block from the meds from my surgery so I apologize for being slow. Anyways~ enjoy 😉

Summary: it's just a meeting, what could go wrong?

Word count: 1.2k

TW: Injury, blood, apathy, a dash of hopelessness, self sacrificing tendencies, uh if I forgot something lmk

Pt. 2

Pt. 4

You were wrong. So, so wrong.

Chan leads the way to the warehouse, the agreed upon meeting spot.

Chan goes first, as the leader, then Hyunjin, prepared to use his pheromones immediately, then Seungmin, probabilities already being manipulated, then Minho, hands already out in preparation of teleporting us out of here, then you, prepared to shield from the back if they tried to ambush you.

You didn't prepare for the click of the door locking behind you, instinctively turning around to look at it. You open your mouth to voice your concern, but you're cut off, Chan yelling at you all to get down. You hit the floor instantly, eyes locating the guys before lifting your hand, palm up, a psychic shield of shadows surrounding you. You all stay on the ground, focused on Chan in front of you all.

Minho shifts his head to look back at you, eyebrows raised. You raise one back at him, both shrugging as you re-focus on Chan.

“What’s happening?” Seungmin asks, voice harsh and loud.

“I think-“ Chan takes a harsh breath, chest shaking as he coughs slightly, “they have tranq guns.”

Your shadow falters slightly as your breath stops, flicking to opaque before deepening back to black, but you see enough through them. You're surrounded by people with guns, all aimed at you guys under the shadows. They couldn’t see you, for now, but you knew they knew exactly what to do to make that happen.

Hyunjin asks Chan if he’s been hit, an affirmative noise coming from Chan as Hyunjin scoots towards him to pull him back towards the rest of the group, hoping to ease the stress on you of having to keep up such a large shield.

You grit your teeth as you feel shocks of electricity hitting your shield. You lose focus on the conversation, focusing instead on making sure there’s no breaks in the shield, that you can withstand whatever they try to use on it.

Hyunjin’s got a semi-conscious Chan pulled against his chest, crouching as low as he can, sliding closer to Seungmin and Minho, while Minho questions Seungmin about the probability of getting out of here without anyone else getting hit with a tranquilizer.

The electricity around the shield is getting higher, a sharp metalic taste zinging around in your mouth. The shadows falter again, just enough to let the electricity hit harder on your psyche, and blood floods your mouth as you bite into your cheek, using the pain to focus and forcing the shadows to stabilize back into full darkness.

The guys are still arguing as you rub your mouth against your arm. You slap your unoccupied hand at Minho, breathing hard through your nose as you feel small pinpricks hitting against the shield. You grip his calf as he turns towards you, both your eyes wide; yours from pain, his from your blood slick mouth, your body shaking from exertion.

“Get them out of here.” You rasp.

Seungmin and Hyunjin whip their heads at you, eyes wide and objections already on the tips of their tongues. You ignore their initial protests, eyes locked on Minho as your brows furrow under the weight of the currents zapping and pinpricking around your shield.

“We can’t just leave you! There’s got to be a diff-”

You cut Hyunjin off, “Minho can only take three of us at a time, we know this!”

Seungmin starts, "If anyone should stay it’s me – I have the highest chance of making it out of–"

You’re shouting as you cut him off, body tense as you try to ignore the pain, “I am a shield! This is what I do! I’m replaceable, there’s a backup at home, now get them the fuck out of here now, Minho!”

Minho’s jaw clenches at your exclamation, eyes filled to the brim with disagreement, you can see the argument clear as day, but he nods anyways, hands already gripping Seungmin’s arm and Hyunjin shoulder.

“Grab him tight, Hyunjin.” Hyunjin wraps his arms securely around Chan while Seungmin grips Minho’s arm and Hyunjin’s other shoulder.

The only one that looks at you is Minho, eyes hard, jaw still clenched. “I’m coming back for you. Stay right here.” His tone is low and dangerous, leaving no room for argument, and you’re nodding before you even realize what you’re agreeing to; whatever it takes to get them out of here.

He closes his eyes and sighs, hands gripping the guys tighter for a moment, and then they’re gone.

The relief you feel with them out of the situation is short lived as the electricity kicks up a few notches.

A scream rips itself out of your throat as you curl in on yourself while the electricity gets higher, hotter, louder. It feels like it is burning you from the inside out and the blood in your mouth catches at the back of your throat turning into a gurgle before you twist your head, gagging and spitting it out onto the concrete.

You can feel your shield weakening as you start to focus on the pain burning through your head, so you shrink it, trying to leave enough room for Minho, if he decides to come back.

You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t.

You close your eyes, teeth gritting, jaw clenched, body tense as you try to focus on holding the shield in place. You can tell you're losing the battle when you crack open your eyes, squinting, and golden, jagged, sharp electricity slashes through an opaque spot in your shield, hitting your calf.

Your body seizes, shield flashing out for a millisecond, slashes of electricity hitting around you in that brief moment before it solidifies.You curl in tighter on yourself, spasms shaking you as you close your eyes tight, tears escaping down your cheeks as you scream again, the burning throughout your leg indescribable.

You dig your nails further into your arm, hissing through your teeth as you feel the skin give, but this pain is a better focus over the electricity in your head, and the burning you feel spiderwebbing its way up your leg.

The air inside your shield is starting to feel static-y, the electricity charging it even from outside of your shield.

It won't be long before it breaks.

The air shifts a bit, a slight puff of air hitting your face and you can tell Minho is there before you open your eyes, or maybe you’re just praying that he is as you crack open one eye to peak.

He grips your arm hard, pulling you toward him as he runs his eyes over you - a quick damage assessment. He wraps his other arm around your waist, and you wrap your free one around his neck.

He closes his eyes, and you follow his lead, never too keen to teleport with your eyes open. You feel that familiar tug, like you’re falling out of your seat, and you lower your shield, both your hands tightening your hold on him.

It's when you feel the air conditioner on you and hear the guys shouting at each other that you relax, putting your full body weight against Minho.

You mumble out, “Safe.” And he answers you with a hum of agreement.

[miaroseindreamland]

ALL FOR US

Pairing: Changbin x reader

Word Count:

Genre: former lovers. Changbin and Y/N met after months of their break up.

Warnings: Angst, Drama, I cried as fuck so embrace yourself.

Note: Read while listening to this song:

There you were. He didn't expect to see you at the wedding of his cousin. And not accompanied by your new boyfriend.

He was confused. Hurt. He thought he wouldn't feel pain when he saw you with someone else, but it was a lie. He was happy for you but miserable for himself.

You were smiling with your new boyfriend, the same smile you gave him every time he talked. Changbin bit his lips and gulped when he saw you walking closer.

"Chaeryeong!" You called your mutual friend that was standing near Changbin. "I missed you!"

"Me too!" You hugged your friend. "You are busy lately!" She joked and pointed to your boyfriend, who chuckled with you.

"I'm sorry for taking her away," he joked. "But she was irresistible." He played as he eyed you lovingly, and on that moment Changbin wanted to punch him.

"Ah! Babe, this is Changbin-ssi! Our childhood friend." You pointed as your boyfriend greeted your ex-boyfriend without even knowing he was your ex.

"Nice to meet you." Changbin's voice came out a little trembling.

"You too. And I must say, I'm your fan." Your boyfriend expressed to your ex.

"Oh, thank you. I'm honored! Chaeryeong told me you are a lawyer?"

"Not as exciting as being an idol, but yes, I am."

"Oh, I don't know, idol life isn't as perfect as you think," Chaeryeong chimed in. "Don't you agree, Changbin-ssi?"

"True." Changbin agreed and eyed you, and as if you two could talk telepathically, you knew what was on his mind. In fact, two weeks ago, you called him at 2 am, saying how much you loved him. How much you wished he would fight for you. How much you saw him in your own boyfriend. Were you drunk? Positively. But you did love him.

"Excuse me, I'm going to pick a drink." Chaeryeong said as she walked away while your boyfriend was called by one of your mutual friends, and like life wanted, you were alone, staring into each other's eyes. You cleared your throat and looked at the bride.

"She's beautiful."

"Yes..." He agreed, not taking his eyes off you. "You're stunning."

"Changbin..." You called in an attempt to stop him.

"I'm sorry. I'm happy for you." You looked up to meet his eyes. "Truly. He seems like a great guy. Does he treat you well?" He asked, and you nodded.

"He's a gentleman." You smiled, eyeing your boyfriend who smiled at you while he spoke with an acquaintance.

"So why did you call me?" He asked as you pulled your glance back to Changbin's eyes.

"I was drunk." You said, ashamed. "Can we forget about it?"

"I wish I could." He whispered. "You're in my mind 24 hours a day." He said while looking around the room to avoid your eyes. They were always his weakness. "And how foolish I was for not kissing you more, for not taking you home, for not saying I loved you. I failed to be the person you needed, and that breaks me even more." His eyes finally met yours, and they were filled with unshed tears. Your face mirrored his pain. He pressed his lips together in a futile attempt to resist the pull of your eyes and your sorrow. "I hope he does all the things I didn't." He nodded to himself and walked away, leaving you in shock and wiping your tears away while trying to smile and push the pain away.

[dreaming-medium]

Christmas Wrapping

Pairing: Changbin x reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Summary: Your boyfriend is horrible at wrapping presents. How lucky that he has you to help him.

A/N: This isn’t proofread yet, but I couldn’t help but think of soft Christmas Binnie while I was wrapping presents today <3 Enjoy!

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“Oh lord.” It comes out of your mouth before you can stop it. Then, your statement is quickly followed by a snort and a laugh.

When you opened the door to you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment, the last thing you expected to see was him standing at your kitchen island wrapping presents.

Poppy Christmas music is playing loudly on the Alexa on the kitchen counter. He’s singing to himself, moving his hips back and forth to the beat.

The softest looking cashmere sweater stretches over his broad shoulders, dress pants barely containing his muscular legs.

He may be wrapping presents, but he’s the one that looks like a gift that’s only missing a bow.

The cherry on top was the Santa hat plopped on top of his curly hair.

‘Wrapping presents’ is a loose term though. The two parcels he’s done already are stacked on the counter with the worst wrap job you’ve ever seen in your life.

The edges were bumpy and lumpy, the paper jutting out in every direction. There was so much scotch tape on the paper you’re wondering if you should’ve picked some up on your way home.

Kicking off your shoes and hanging your coat up, you notice that Changbin hasn’t noticed you come home yet, he’s too wrapped up in his Christmas bubble— no pun intended.

When you pad up behind your cozy boyfriend, you slide your arms around his waist and hug him from behind.

Changbin jumps, startled, and makes a tiny noise of surprise.

“Hi, Binnie,” you coo, squeezing him tighter.

“Hello, my Christmas Angel.” His hands rest on top of yours.

His body heat already warming you up from the outdoor chill.

You peer around his shoulder down at the present in front of you. He’s about halfway through the Holiday Abomination he calls wrapping.

“What are you up to?”

He hums and reaches down to twist the half-wrapped gift around. “I knew we were going to be pressed for time before the party tonight, thought I would help with wrapping gifts so you didn’t need to rush.”

Your heart swells three sizes like the grinch, a genuine smile gracing your cheeks.

“Aren’t you sweeter than a Christmas cookie?” You move around to stand next to him and press a long, sweet kiss to his cheek.

When you pull away from his cheek, he’s quicker. Changbin sweetly grabs your face and presses his lips to yours for a long, delicate kiss.

Pulling away, he rubs your cheek with his thumb. “You’re home early, sugar plum.”

You giggle. He’s made it his mission since December first to call you every cheesy Christmas pet name he could think of.

“My boss let us loose for the holiday.” Once more, you wrap your arms around him, he turns to face you completely.

“How nice.” Another peck to your lips.

“More time to spend with my amazing boyfriend,” you say against his lips.

Changbin kisses you again. “Is he coming?” You pinch his side. He yelps and jumps in your arms.

Again and again he kisses your lips sweetly.

You don’t even bother opening your eyes in between them, you know he’s going to continue over and over again.

Eventually, the kisses move to your cheeks, to your nose, your forehead, anywhere he can reach.

Both of you are smiling like idiots, unable to stop your childish giggles.

“Okay, okay,” you laugh and push his chest to get him away from you.

Changbin whines. “One more, one more!”

“Okay, okay!”

He leans in and kisses your lips; it’s so soft and gentle. Every delightful emotion that comes with the holiday season is packed into it.

How did you ever spend a Christmas without him? All of those Christmas songs make sense now that you’re with him.

When you lean back to separate from the kiss, he leans forward more, grabbing your waist with both hands to keep you close to him.

The two of you are both so whipped for one another— it’s so sweet it could rot your teeth.

You laugh into the kiss, Changbin can’t help but smile against your lips. Your happiness is so contagious.

Turning your head, you wrap your arms around his neck and look down at the kitchen island.

He continues his assault on your face in spite of his ‘one more’ statement.

You can’t even be mad or upset at the terrible wrap job of the gift, he’s helping in whatever way he could think of.

But, my god, it’s so bad.

More and more laughter bubbles from your chest the longer you look down at it. How did he even do this horrible?

“Binnie, my dear?” you ask.

“Yes, my Christmas cookie?” he responds in between smooches.

“Have you ever wrapped presents before?”

Slowly, his kisses slow down, one by one until he stops and turns to look down at the present in front of you both.

His arms wrap around your waist even tighter, his cheek presses against yours.

God, the two of you are sickening to anyone but yourselves.

“Is it obvious?”

Yes. “No.”

You turn and kiss his cheek. “I think it’s great for your first time.” Kiss. “I’ll help you with the rest.” Kiss. “And I’ll show you an even easier way to wrap them.” Kiss.

He laughs against your face.

“Okay, okay, come on then, teach me how to wrap them, Betty Lou Who.”

Reaching up, you pinch his cheek playfully. “Don’t be a grinch.”

Chuckling, he pushes your hand away from his face, feigning pain.

You both turn and look at the present. “Here,” you say, turning it around a bit. “We’ll finish this guy and then do the rest.”

Changbin presses one last kiss on the crown of your hair and turns his attention to the poorly wrapped gift once more.

“Can you man the tape dispenser?” You grab the tape and hand it to him.

He nods, already ripping one piece off.

Assessing the damage, you go to work. It’s a box set of party games that you bought for Felix. He’s been hosting more get togethers at his apartment, and each time, he complains about not having any games to play.

You fold the paper around and make some cuts at the excess.

When you hold your hand out, Changbin sticks a tiny piece of tape to your finger. Smiling, you tape down the paper and spin the box to work on the sides.

You repeat this process over and over with the gift until it’s covered with green and gold paper.

Humming, you look around. “Do you wanna put a bow on it?”

Changbin giggles, “Yes.” He reaches for the bag and finds the bow with the most glitter on it and sticks it right in the middle of the box.

“Okay, now write his name on a label and stick it to the box.”

He follows your instructions and you grab the next present.

A new picnic basket set for Hyunjin. Changbin insisted this was the perfect gift for him.

Thank god it came in a box.

You roll out the sparkly paper and start measuring and cutting. Changbin watches closely over your shoulder.

Fold after fold, you wrap up the gift, your boyfriend continuing to hand you pieces of tape.

He hums and sings along with the songs playing over the speaker.

Before you could even ask, he slaps on a big bow and a premade label.

“Beautiful!” he cheers, picking up the gift to move it to the side.

He puts it with the other completed gifts. The stark difference between your handiwork and his makes you snort.

Three more gifts to wrap.

You grab the nice diffuser you bought for Chan. It came with several scents which you read were great for falling asleep; which he desperately needed.

Hovering over your shoulder, Changbin continues to watch your movements closely.

In between tape pieces, he kisses your neck and shoulders softly. Each press sends goosebumps down your arms.

Within a few minutes, the diffuser is wrapped, a bow placed on top with a label written out.

Changbin grabs the gift and moves it to the side.

You’re preparing to wrap the new knife set for Minho when you feel something placed on top of your head. A soft, white puff ball bounces in front of your eyes.

“Much better for my little snow Angel.” Changbin wraps his arms around you from behind, his nose tucking into your neck.

The Santa hat that now adorns your head matches his.

You lean into his warmth, it wraps around you like a blanket. To the slow rhythm of the music, Changbin sways the two of you back and forth.

You’re still able to reach the gift in his grasp.

Humming to the music, you continue to wrap Minho’s gift. Changbin picks up the tape and hands you pieces.

With the way he’s holding you, it’s like you have a second set of arms.

Which would be remarkably helpful this time of year.

The gift is wrapped before the song is over.

“You want to put a bow on this one?” you ask, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

Changbin looks over to where the bows and labels are on the counter. Dramatically, he reaches his hand out to them. “So far away,” he whines.

Quickly, his arm comes back to wrap around your middle. “Too far away, sorry.”

You kiss his cheek two more times, a dopey smile pulling at his lips. “Drama Queen.”

Pushing the gift to the side, you grab the last one. A laptop stand for Jisung. According yo Changbin, he’s been slouching to look at his in the studio.

“Can I wrap this one?” Binnie asks on your shoulder.

“Of course, baby.”

He releases your waist and comes around to your side. When you don’t move, Changbin looks down at you expectantly.

“What?” you ask with a laugh.

“Assume position, Mrs. Claus.” He motions behind him.

You laugh and grab the tape from him. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Claus.”

As soon as you’re behind him, Changbin reaches behind him to grab your wrists and wraps them around his body.

You’re barely able to peer over his shoulder or around his bicep to see how he’s doing.

Changbin hesitates for only a few seconds before rolling out the wrapping paper.

He smells so nice. You nuzzle your nose into his sweater. A clean, musky scent wraps around your nose. He smells like the holidays.

Your arms tighten around him.

“You’re bad at playing Tape Girl.” He pats your hand.

“My bad, there’s a hulking man blocking my vision.” You rip a piece of tape and hold it for him to take.

Changbin takes the piece from your fingers. “A muscular hunk, you mean.”

“A muscular, sexy, bulging, handsome man.”

“Oh, I like that better.”

You feel him flex his abs under your hands. Giggling, you squeeze him tighter.

There’s some movement, you rip another piece of tape. He takes it.

You take over his previous job of swaying to the music and humming behind him. The softness of his sweater feels so nice against your cheek.

His shoulder muscles move with each fold and turn off the present.

When you rip each piece of tape, he takes it gingerly.

It takes a lot longer than if you did it, but Changbin proclaims the present as finished after a few minutes.

Peering around his body, you warily take a look.

And much to your surprise, the present is neatly wrapped! It’s not perfect by any means, but it’s definitely better than his first two attempts.

“Wow, Binnie!” you say with a smile. “You learn quickly!”

He turns around, you move your arms up around his neck.

Changbin nuzzles his nose with yours in an Eskimo kiss. The two of you giggle like school kids.

His arm raises above your head. Pulling away, you look up to see him holding a small bundle of green ribbon.

“Mistletoe,” he says cheekily.

“That’s not mistletoe,” you tease.

Changbin kisses your cheek slowly, he moves all around your skin, skillfully avoiding your lips.

“Oh, it’s not?” Kiss. “I guess I can’t kiss you anymore then.”

He begins to pull away from you but you just as quickly yank his face back to yours.

“Come here, you big softie.”

He laughs and drops the ribbon on the ground, scooping you up with both arms to kiss your lips.

Each time your lips meet, it feels like the first time. Your heart lights up like a Yule log— his love is warmer than any fireplace, any mug of cocoa you could ever wrap your hands around.

His lips slide over yours slowly, making sure you feel every ounce of his love. Even your heartbeats begin to sync up.

“I love you,” you whisper in between kisses.

“I love you too, my sugar cookie.”