#Changbin oneshot

[aeliuss]

Numb to the Feeling

MDNI, 18+ content.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Heard you got a heart, let me see/I need you to split that thing with me

featuring: ex!boyfriend changbin x afab reader, rebound!jisung, bestfriend!seungmin

genre: smut with plot

notes: part two of skzxchase atlantic songs! this one is inspired by numb to the feeling but i think i kinda strayed from it a little whoops.

warnings: toxic relationship. semi-public sex. illegal drug use, alcohol use. self destructive behavior. i am in no way condoning or romanticizing any of these actions, it's just a work of fiction. DO NOT TAKE DRUGS. if you, or any of your loved ones suffer with addiction please click here.

The party hums around you, all blurred lights and slurred voices, but it barely reaches you. The Xanax pulls everything under, softens the edges, turns the noise into something distant and unimportant.

You’re draped across Jisung, legs tangled with his on the couch, the warmth of his body pressed into your side. He’s talking—he’s always talking—words spilling from his lips in a bright, endless stream of whatever thought crosses his mind.

You only catch pieces of it.

“—and then Minho was like, ‘Jisung, if you break another controller, I’m kicking you out,’ but obviously, it wasn’t my fault—”

His voice rises and falls, full of animated gestures, his hands moving as if he can’t contain all the energy buzzing under his skin. He’s grinning, dimples carving deep into his cheeks, eyes crinkling with laughter even though you barely said anything at all.

Jisung is easy.

He makes things easy.

He doesn’t ask why your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes or why your fingers feel too light against his wrist, like you’re not really there. He just lets you exist beside him, lets you slip into the warmth of his presence without asking for anything in return.

Except, you think, maybe he does.

His fingers brush over your bare thigh absentmindedly, featherlight, like he’s testing the weight of his touch. His knee nudges yours, lingers. His laughter softens as he looks at you, eyes tracing the shape of your face like he’s memorizing it.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs suddenly, and it’s so gentle, so earnest, that it makes something twist in your chest.

You exhale slowly, letting your head tip against the couch, letting the drug drag you further down.

“Don’t say things like that,” you murmur, voice lilting, almost lazy.

Jisung pouts. “Why not? It’s true.”

You don’t answer.

Because if you do, he might say something softer. He might tilt his head and ask what’s wrong. He might lace his fingers through yours and tell you he’s not going anywhere, that he’d stay if you let him, that he could be everything for you.

And you don’t want to hear it.

You slip your fingers through his instead, squeezing lightly, just enough to make him smile again. Just enough to keep him where you need him—right here, right now, filling the silence with something easy, something warm.

Even if it doesn’t reach you.

Jisung brightens at the small squeeze of your fingers, his grin widening, his body shifting just a little closer, like he thinks you want him to.

Maybe you do.

Maybe you don’t.

It doesn’t really matter.

“I knew you liked me,” he teases, dimples deep, voice curling around the words like he’s savoring them. “You act all cool and mysterious, but I see right through you.”

His knee nudges yours again, deliberate this time, playful. He’s watching you closely, waiting for your reaction.

You hum, noncommittal, tilting your head against the couch. The room is tilting with you, slow and syrup-thick.

Jisung sighs, dramatic. “God, you’re so gone, aren’t you?”

You smile, barely. “And you’re so loud.”

He gasps, clutching at his chest. “Wow. Hurtful. Do you even like me?”

The joke hangs between you, warm and harmless. But for a second—just a second—you think you see something else in his expression, something softer, something real.

It makes your stomach turn.

You untangle your legs from his, shifting, suddenly restless. The warmth of him is too much now, his presence pressing in, his affection curling around you like a weighted blanket, thick and suffocating.

“I need a drink,” you mumble, already pushing yourself up.

Jisung blinks, startled by the sudden movement, but he recovers fast. “Want me to come with?”

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to say no without giving something away.

“Stay,” you murmur instead, resting a hand on his shoulder for just a second, just enough to keep the moment easy, to keep him from seeing the way your pulse has picked up, the way something in your chest is starting to ache.

Jisung watches you go, his smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth, but something else flickers in his eyes.

And then you step into the crowd, and the weight of him disappears.

Only to be replaced by something heavier.

By someone else.

The kitchen is dimly lit, the overhead bulb flickering weakly against the haze of smoke curling through the air. The counters are cluttered with half-empty bottles, sticky red cups, crumpled napkins. Someone leans against the fridge, laughing too loudly, and the bass of the music rattles against your ribs.

You press through the bodies, fingers trailing absently over the countertop, reaching for the nearest bottle of something dark, something bitter. It doesn’t really matter what.

The glass is cool against your palm, grounding, and you tip it back without thinking, the burn slicing through the fog of the Xanax for just a moment—just long enough for you to feel it.

And then, before you can put the bottle down, before you can exhale, there’s a shift in the air.

A shadow at your side. A presence curling close.

Familiar.

Unshakable.

“Drinking on top of that shit?”

The voice is low, rough, curling at the edges like smoke, like something burned out and smoldering.

Your stomach tightens.

Slowly, you lower the bottle, fingers tightening around the glass, resisting the instinct to turn around.

But he doesn’t wait for you to.

Changbin moves in first, stepping into your space like he belongs there, like he always has. The heat of him presses against your side, solid and steady, so different from the featherlight warmth of Jisung, so much heavier.

His eyes flicker down, tracking the movement of your throat as you swallow, as if he can see the way the liquor settles in your bloodstream, mixing with everything else.

“You know that’s a bad idea, right?”

You finally turn to face him.

And for the first time tonight, the numbness wavers.

The bottle is slipping in your hand, condensation slick against your palm, but you don’t move to fix it. Not when he’s this close. Not when the air between you is thick with everything you haven’t said.

Changbin looks at you like he knows you. Like he always has.

And that’s the problem, isn’t it?

His gaze flickers, slow—over the shape of your mouth, the exposed line of your throat, the slight unsteadiness in your fingers. He catches the way your eyes look past him, darting to the kitchen doorway–your escape. His jaw tightens, just barely.

“You gonna run again?” His voice is low, rough. Almost tired.

Your stomach twists.

You lift your chin, forcing a smile. “I’m not running.”

His expression doesn’t change, but something about him does—something in the way his fingers flex against the counter, like he wants to reach for you, like he almost does.

Then, quieter—like he doesn’t even mean to say it:

“Feels like you always are.”

Your throat goes tight.

He exhales, slow. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, like he’s thinking—like he’s trying to find the right words, but when his gaze finds yours again, there’s nothing hesitant about it.

"You left Jisung sitting there waiting for you."

You already see it—Jisung, knee bouncing, fingers twisting at a loose thread in his jeans, his smile still there but smaller now. Waiting. Hoping. Something small twists in your chest, but you shove it down, down, down where you always do. “He’ll be fine.”

Changbin huffs a breath, shaking his head. “Cold.”

But there’s no bite to it. No real judgment. Just something heavier. Something aching.

Like he’s used to it.

Like he still hasn’t let himself stop caring.

The realization makes your fingers tighten around the bottle. You don’t want that from him. You don’t want that kind of tenderness, that kind of understanding.

You want him to let you go.

You need him to let you go.

Because you don’t know how to let go of him.

“You don’t have to do this,” you murmur, voice quieter now. “Check in on me. Worry about me.”

His jaw clenches. His throat works around a swallow.

Then, softly—almost fragile in the way he says it:

“I don’t know how to stop.”

The air thickens.

Your pulse pounds—a slow, aching thud, deep in your ribs.

Changbin shifts closer, breath warm as it ghosts over your cheek, his fingers brushing yours—just barely, just enough to feel it, just enough to make your body ache with how easy it would be to grab hold and never let go.

“I don’t fucking know how to stop.”

Your breath catches.

Because he says it like it hurts. Like it’s killing him. Like he’s spent every second since you walked away trying to carve you out of himself and failing, failing, failing.

Your fingers twitch around the bottle, unsteady, your body drawn toward him in a way that feels inevitable, inescapable. Like gravity. Like a force you have no power against.

And maybe you don’t.

Maybe you never did.

Your pulse is a drumbeat, a frantic, erratic rhythm against your ribs. The taste of whiskey lingers on your tongue, warm and burning, but Changbin’s closer now, and he smells like something heavier, something richer. Like leather and smoke and something achingly familiar.

Something you used to call home.

You should say something. You should step back. You should turn and walk away before this goes too far—before you do something reckless, something irreversible.

But then his fingers ghost over yours again, just barely, and that’s all it takes.

You turn at the same time he does, and your mouths crash together.

It’s not soft. It’s not gentle. It’s teeth and tongues and desperation, the kind of kiss that tastes like regret and whiskey and everything you can’t say. His hands find your hips, gripping, dragging you against him like he needs to feel every inch of you, like he needs to remind himself that you’re real, that you’re here, that you still fit against him the way you always have.

You whimper into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the heat of him, by the way his fingers dig into your waist like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. But you’re not going anywhere. Not this time. Not when the world is tilting and you can’t tell where you end and he begins.

The party is still raging around you, but it barely registers. The music, the voices, the bodies moving in the dim haze of the kitchen—all of it fades, slipping into the background, because the only thing that matters is this. Him. The way he groans when you fist your fingers in his shirt, pulling him closer, closer, closer until there’s nothing between you.

“Fuck,” he mutters against your lips, breathless. His forehead presses against yours, his hands trembling where they clutch at your hips. “Tell me to stop.”

You don’t.

You drag him with you instead, stumbling through the crowd, through the hallway, through the door of the first empty room you can find.

And then you’re on him again, or maybe he’s on you, and it doesn’t matter, because you’re both starving. Because his mouth is on your throat, sucking, biting, marking. Because your hands are shoving under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, the way his muscles flex under your touch.

Because this is what you know.

This is where you both fall apart.

The door slams shut behind you, rattling in its frame, but neither of you care. Not when your back hits the wall, not when Changbin’s hands are everywhere—your waist, your thighs, your jaw, tilting your head just the way he wants.

“God,” he breathes, voice rough, half-wrecked already. “I fucking—”

He cuts himself off with a kiss, like he’s trying to swallow the words before they slip, before they make this more than just a mistake in the dark. But you feel it anyway, in the way his hands shake, in the way his teeth scrape over your bottom lip like he wants to ruin you, like he wants to remind you that no one else can have you like this.

His hands slide up your thighs, gripping, lifting—he doesn’t even have to tell you to wrap your legs around his waist because you already are, already gasping into his mouth when he presses you harder against the wall, the thick weight of him slotting perfectly between your thighs.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, and he groans at the sting, at the way your hips roll against his, desperate, searching. You should say something sharp, something cutting, something to break the tension curling thick in the air, but you can’t. You don’t have the breath.

Not when he’s grinding against you like that. Not when his hands are shoving up your dress, fingers skimming over bare skin, his breath hot and ragged in your ear.

“Tell me you missed me,” he groans, voice raw, rough, breaking just slightly at the edges. “Tell me you—”

You cut him off with your mouth, biting at his lower lip, dragging him closer, closer, like you can stop him from asking things you don’t want to answer.

His fingers slip between your thighs, pressing against the damp heat of your underwear, and he groans, head falling forward against your shoulder.

Your head tips back against the wall, lips parting on a soft, needy sound as he rubs slow, teasing circles over the fabric, dragging out your desperation.

“Been fucking him?” he murmurs, lips brushing the curve of your jaw, his fingers still torturously light between your legs. “Jisung?”

Your breath hitches.

Your body jolts with it, that name, the way Changbin spits it like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging. “Don’t.”

He laughs, rough and bitter, and presses his fingers harder against you, two thick digits pressing firm over the damp lace. You gasp, nails sinking into his shoulders, but he’s relentless, rolling his wrist in slow, torturous circles, like he’s trying to coax the answer out of you with his hands alone.

“Don’t?” he echoes, dragging his mouth down your throat, sucking a mark into your skin like he needs to brand himself into you. “Don’t what? Don’t ask?”

He bites, sharp enough to make you whimper, sharp enough that your back arches away from the wall. He catches you easily, pressing you back down with the weight of his body alone, keeping you right where he wants you—between him and something solid, nowhere to run.

“Don’t bring him into this,” you breathe, but it’s weak, and you both know it.

Changbin stills for half a second, his breath heavy against your skin. Then, he drags his fingers down, down, pushing your panties aside, running a slow, teasing stroke through your folds. You shudder.

His voice is quieter now. Darker. “What? You got a heart now?”

His words sink deep, curling low in your stomach, hot and aching. You want to shove him away. You want to pull him closer. You want to say something sharp, something to cut as deep as he does, but all that comes out is a broken little sound as he presses two fingers inside you, slow and deliberate, stretching you open with that same brutal patience he always has when he wants to make you come undone.

Your nails scrape down his back, desperate, and he groans, rocking his hips into yours like he can’t help himself, like this is torture for him too.

"Feels like you missed me," he murmurs against your skin, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that makes your whole body jolt.

You clench around him, thighs tightening around his waist, and he laughs—low and wrecked, like he’s just as far gone as you are.

"I—" Your voice catches, breaks. Your body is betraying you, rocking into every stroke, every roll of his wrist, every dirty, possessive press of his lips against your throat. "I hate you."

Changbin groans, shoving his fingers deeper, his thumb dragging slick circles over your clit. "Liar."

And maybe you are.

Your head tips back against the wall with a soft thud, breath coming in short, uneven gasps as his fingers work you open, unrelenting, knowing.

Maybe you are a liar. Maybe you have a heart. Maybe it only beats like this—frantic, desperate—when he’s the one touching you, when he’s the one tearing you apart like you belong to him.

Your hands slide up his arms, nails biting into the thick muscle of his biceps as he fucks you open on his fingers, slow but deliberate, every movement dripping with something you don’t want to name.

"You still thinking about him?" His voice is lower now, rougher, like it’s costing him something to ask. His mouth is hot against your jaw, his teeth scraping the skin. "Still thinking about Jisung while you’re dripping all over my fucking hand?"

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Your throat is too tight, your breath too ragged, your body too wound up and strung out on the way his fingers fuck into you—slow, deliberate, merciless.

But silence is still an answer.

Changbin’s jaw clenches. You feel it against your throat, where his lips had been, where his teeth had pressed down like a warning, a brand. He hates this. Hates that he even had to ask. Hates that somewhere, in the dark, rotten part of him that only ever comes out when it’s about you, he actually wonders.

His fingers don’t stop—not yet.

Maybe they should. Maybe he should pull away and let you feel the loss of him, let you suffer for making him doubt even for a second, for breaking up with him after three years–three fucking years. But he’s weak when it comes to you, and you’re so fucking wet, so tight around his fingers, and he’s too far gone to punish himself like that.

Instead, he curls his fingers deeper, watches your mouth fall open, watches your body betray you.

His fingers drive into you harder, rough and unrelenting, dragging slick sounds from between your thighs, forcing them out of you like a confession. Your hips jerk against his hand, desperate for more, but he keeps the pace steady, keeps you on the edge without letting you tip over.

Your hands clutch at him, curling into the fabric of his shirt, but he doesn’t care. He’s too caught up in the way you look like this—ruined and helpless, completely at his mercy.

"Shouldn't even be touching you," he says, voice rough with something that sounds like self-hatred. "Shouldn’t even fucking want to."

But he does.

God, he does.

It's in the way his fingers keep working inside you, curling, pressing, dragging you open like he never stopped knowing you, like he never stopped wanting you. It’s in the way his free hand grips your waist too tight, fingertips pressing bruises into your skin like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers again.

Your breath stutters, thighs shaking around his hips, and he wants to tell you to stop looking at him like that—like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered, like he’s the only one who can break you apart like this.

But he can’t. Can’t.

So he does the only thing he can—he keeps pushing you higher, making you take everything he gives, even when he knows he shouldn’t.

"You don't even deserve this," he mutters against your jaw, voice thick, rough. "You don’t deserve me."

You don’t.

You know that.

But it doesn’t stop your body from clenching down around his fingers, doesn’t stop your hands from grabbing at him like he’s something solid in the wreckage. Doesn’t stop the pathetic, needy sound that slips from your throat when he presses his palm against your clit, dragging slick, messy circles over the swollen bud.

Changbin swears, low and ragged, his forehead pressing into yours like he can’t bear to look at you but can’t bring himself to pull away either. His breath is hot, uneven, his body taut with something thick and aching.

"You’re so fucking spoiled," he mutters, words a breath against your lips, so close you could kiss him if you weren’t falling apart around his hand. "Always taking from me. Always coming back like I’ll just give you whatever you want."

You should say something back—something sharp, something to cut as deep as he does. But you can’t.

Not when he’s pressing into you like that.

Not when his fingers stroke over that spot inside you with cruel precision, not when the rough grind of his palm is sending sparks shooting down your spine.

Not when you’re this fucking close.

Your nails bite into his shoulders, hips rolling into every thrust of his hand, breath coming in short, stuttered gasps.

He watches you, watches the way your body tightens, the way your mouth falls open, the way your eyes squeeze shut like you can’t handle looking at him while he tears you apart.

His jaw clenches.

"Look at me," he orders, voice dark, ruined.

You force your eyes open—just barely, just enough to see the heat burning behind his own, just enough to see the way his lips part when he watches you come undone for him.

His fingers don’t stop.

"That’s it," he breathes, pressing his forehead harder against yours, dragging you over the edge. "Give it to me."

Your body locks up as the orgasm rips through you—hot, all-consuming, the kind that leaves you shaking apart in his arms. A choked cry breaks from your throat, swallowed up by Changbin’s mouth as he presses against you, breathing you in like he can’t get enough.

His fingers don’t stop. Not yet.

He works you through it, dragging out every last shudder, every last pulse around his fingers, keeping you right on that high until it’s too much—until your body jerks in his hold, oversensitive, teetering on the edge of pain. Only then does he slow, only then does he pull his fingers from you, slick and glistening.

Your legs threaten to give out, and he catches you, a steadying hand braced against your waist. It’s unfair, how stable he still is, how composed, while you feel like a live wire, nerves fried and body still trembling.

Changbin lifts his fingers to his lips, dragging his tongue over them with a slow, deliberate flick. His eyes don’t leave yours, even as he groans low in his throat. “Still taste the same,” he murmurs, like it’s a fucking confession.

Your breath catches, shame curling beneath your ribs, but it doesn’t stop the way your body reacts—the way heat surges back to life in your belly, the way your thighs twitch at the sight of him.

He knows. Of course he knows.

His free hand slides up your side, fingers dragging over the fabric of your dress, before fisting it tight, pulling you back against him. He’s still hard, straining against his jeans, thick and unyielding where he presses between your legs.

Changbin's grip on your dress tightens, his knuckles white with restraint, but there's no stopping the way his hips push into you, grinding against the soaked heat between your thighs like he's trying to brand himself into you all over again.

"You think he’ll fuck you like this?" he mutters, voice low, rough, almost dangerous. "Think he’ll touch you like I do?"

Your breath stutters, nails biting into his shoulders, but you refuse to give him the answer he wants. He doesn't need to hear it. He already knows.

Because no one has ever touched you like Changbin does. No one ever will.

He fists the back of your hair, yanking your head back, forcing your eyes on him, forcing you to see the wreckage on his face—the fury, the desperation, the way his lips part like he's on the verge of saying something he shouldn't. But instead, all he does is groan, low and wrecked, before he crushes his mouth against yours, biting, demanding, tearing you apart like he wants to devour you whole.

His hands are rough, bruising as he grabs at you, pushing your dress higher, higher—until his fingers hook into your panties and tear them clean off with a sharp, impatient tug. You barely have a second to react before he's undoing his jeans, his breath hot against your lips, his forehead pressed to yours like he's trying to hold himself together.

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs, voice dark, ruined. His hands are on your thighs, spreading you open, positioning you exactly where he wants. "Tell me, and I will."

You don’t.

And he was never strong enough to resist you.

He groans your name like a curse, like a plea, and then he's pushing into you, thick and unrelenting, stretching you open with a slow, brutal force that has your fingers clawing at his back, your breath shattering into nothing.

His body shudders against yours, every muscle tensed like he's barely holding himself back, like the control is slipping from his fingers with every inch he buries inside you.

Changbin groans against your mouth, the sound vibrating through his chest, through yours, sinking into the heat pooling low in your stomach. His fingers dig into your thighs, strong and unyielding as he presses you harder against the wall, his body slotting against yours like you were made to fit together.

His cock stretches you open inch by inch, slow but deliberate, forcing you to feel everything—the way he throbs, the way he holds himself back just enough to savor the way your body takes him in. Your breath stutters, nails biting into his shoulders as he sinks deeper, as pleasure licks up your spine like fire.

"Fuck," he breathes, voice strained, forehead pressing to yours. His fingers flex at your hips, gripping tighter, grounding himself in the way you tremble around him. "You feel—" He swears again, words failing him, swallowed up by the heat between you.

His hips roll forward, pushing the last of the way in, seating himself deep, and your head tilts back, lips parting in a gasp. He catches it with his mouth, kisses you hard and messy, like he’s trying to keep you tethered to him, to this moment.

His control is slipping—you can feel it.

In the way his hands roam your body like he’s trying to memorize it all over again. In the way his hips twitch forward, just barely restrained. In the way his breath shakes, uneven, as he presses his forehead to your shoulder, jaw clenched so tight it looks like it hurts.

"You’re gonna ruin me," he mutters, voice rough, wrecked, like he hates how much he means it.

And then he moves.

The first thrust has you arching into him, legs locking around his waist, a broken sound slipping from your lips. The second has him groaning, deep and low, his hands dragging up your back, holding you tighter, closer, like he can’t stand the thought of even an inch of space between you.

There’s nothing slow about it now.

It’s desperate, all-consuming—the way his hips snap against yours, the way his breath comes in ragged gasps between curses, the way he needs you, like nothing else exists beyond this moment, beyond the way you feel wrapped around him, taking everything he gives you.

Your nails rake down his back, dragging red-hot lines over sweat-slick skin, and the way he shudders against you sends a fresh wave of heat pooling between your legs. He’s buried so deep, fucking into you with a fervor that borders on reckless, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets up even a little.

“Shit—” The word punches out of him when you tighten around him, legs squeezing at his waist, urging him closer, harder, deeper. His hands slip under your thighs, hiking them higher, angling you just right—until the next snap of his hips has your breath catching, your vision blurring.

The rhythm turns brutal.

Each thrust slams you against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs, but it’s not enough—not when the pleasure surges higher, tightening, coiling, threatening to spill over with every roll of his hips.

He’s losing himself in it, in you.

The growl that rumbles from his chest is almost primal as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping along sensitive skin. His breath is hot, ragged, desperate, and when his tongue flicks over the mark he’s just left, his pace stutters—just for a second—before he’s slamming back in, deeper, rougher.

His grip on you tightens, fingers digging into your hips like he’s trying to keep himself grounded, like he’s barely holding on. Each thrust is punishing, his pace relentless, dragging cries from your lips that he swallows with another bruising kiss. 

“Fuck—” His voice is wrecked, strained, like he’s unraveling with every squeeze, every pulse of your body around him. His hands slide up, palms flattening against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in as he fucks into you like he has no intention of stopping—like he can’t stop. Every drag of his cock against your walls, every snap of his hips, sends sparks of pleasure searing through you, building, coiling tighter, tighter— 

“Binnie—” you gasp, fingers twisting in his damp hair, pulling him even closer, until there’s nothing between you but heat and need and the overwhelming sensation of him.

Changbin shudders at the way you say his name—broken, breathless, wrecked. He’s always loved the way you sound when he’s inside you, the way you cling to him like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. But this time, there’s something else—something raw, something he doesn’t want to name.

He’s fucking you too hard, too deep, but he can’t stop. Won’t stop. Not when you keep pulling him in, meeting every thrust, making those breathy little noises that go straight to his head.

“Say it again,” he growls, his lips dragging over your jaw, over your throat, sucking another mark into your skin like he has something to prove. “Say my fucking name.”

Your fingers twist tighter in his hair, your body arching against his as he pounds into you, reckless, relentless. His hips stutter for half a second when you tighten around him, when your legs squeeze at his waist like you’re trying to trap him inside you.

“Changbin,” you moan again, and his restraint snaps.

He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head against the wall with one hand, his other arm curling around your waist, keeping you right where he wants you. A deep groan rumbles in his chest as he fucks into you harder, faster, his control slipping away with every slick, desperate sound you make.

The bass outside is still pulsing, laughter threading through the walls like distant echoes, but here, in this dim-lit space, it’s just the two of you. The heat of it still lingers—his breath against your skin, his hands that had held you up like you were something holy, something to be worshiped.

Now, he’s unraveling.

Changbin’s forehead nearly brushes yours, his hands braced against the wall on either side of you, like he’s still trying to keep you here, keep you his. There’s sweat at his temples, his breath still uneven as he lifts trembling fingers to your cheek—hesitant, searching.

"You okay?" His voice is hoarse, raw from how he had moaned your name minutes ago.

Your lips part, but the words don’t come right away. Because no—you’re not okay. You are cracked porcelain, filled to the brim with something you don’t want to name. But admitting that would mean admitting something deeper, something messier, something that tastes too much like regret.

So instead, you let your face turn away from his touch.

“I’m fine.” The words are clipped, distant. They taste like steel on your tongue.

His fingers twitch, then fall away.

The shift in the air is immediate. A thread snapping, a wound reopening, the ghost of something unsaid rising between you.

You push at his chest, the space between you stretching like a chasm. Your dress, still pushed up from where he had taken you against the wall, falls back into place as you smooth trembling hands over the fabric, as if that could erase what just happened.

As if it could erase him.

"Don't do that," he says, voice quieter now.

"Do what?"

"That." His hand gestures between you—this distance you’ve forced, this void where warmth used to be. His voice is paper-thin, fraying at the edges. "Act like this was nothing."

You exhale sharply through your nose, willing your hands to stop shaking. "It doesn’t have to be something, Changbin."

His jaw clenches. "You don’t mean that."

You do. You have to. If you don’t, then you’ll have to face the way he looked at you when he fell apart in your arms, the way his fingers had gripped you like you were something fragile, something worth holding on to.

"You got what you wanted, didn’t you?" The words slip out before you can stop them, sharp as glass, crueler than you intended.

The flicker in his eyes is immediate. Hurt, stark and unfiltered.

"Are you fucking serious?" His voice is hoarse, disbelief laced into every syllable.

He stares at you like he doesn’t recognize you, like the version of you that had just clung to him, breathless and wanting, had been nothing more than a ghost.

Your stomach twists, nausea curling at the edges of your ribs, but you keep your chin high, arms crossed tight over your chest, locking the warmth of his touch out, locking yourself in.

"It was just sex," you say, and it feels like something cruel, something vile.

Changbin blinks, breath hitching for a second, like the words landed somewhere deep, somewhere they weren’t supposed to go. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair.

"Just sex," he repeats, hollow, like he’s testing the words in his own mouth. Then he laughs, but it’s sharp, bitter. "Right. Okay."

He shakes his head, stepping back, and you feel the loss of him immediately, like the world is suddenly too big, too cold. "I don’t fucking get you," he mutters, rubbing a palm over his face before his gaze snaps back to you, dark, wounded. "I mean, you—you wanted this. You wanted me. But now you’re acting like it didn’t mean shit."

"Because it didn’t," you lie, the words leaving a burn in your throat.

His jaw clenches, something desperate flickering in his eyes, something frantic, like a man grasping at fraying rope.

"Don’t do that." His voice is quieter now, lower, like if he says it softly enough, you’ll take it back. "Don’t fucking lie to me."

You inhale sharply, nails digging into your arms. "I’m not."

His lips press into a thin line. He nods once, a quick, jerky motion. "Right," he breathes, his fingers curling into fists. "Then why the fuck did it feel different?"

"Changbin—"

"Tell me," he demands, stepping closer again, and it takes everything in you not to move back, not to let him see you crack. "Because I—I felt it. And I know you did, too."

You shake your head, swallowing past the lump in your throat. "You're overthinking it."

"Overthinking it?" He lets out a breath, something almost like a laugh, but it’s wrong, jagged. His hands go to his hips, his gaze burning into yours. "So what, we just go back out there like nothing happened? Like I didn’t just—like we didn’t just—"

"Yes." The word is sharp, final. You force yourself to meet his gaze, even as everything inside you is screaming. "That’s exactly what we do."

His breath leaves him in a rush.

For a moment, he just stares at you. And then, slowly, he shakes his head, biting down on his lower lip like he’s trying to keep something inside.

"You’re so fucking scared of feeling something real, aren’t you?" His voice is quieter now, but there’s something breaking inside it, something fragile and aching.

Your nails bite into your palms. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

His expression hardens. "Yeah, you do."

Silence swells between you, thick, suffocating. The kind that drowns. The kind that chokes.

Changbin exhales sharply through his nose, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. His fists are clenched so tight at his sides that his knuckles bloom white, like he’s physically holding himself back.

He scoffs, shaking his head again, slower this time, like he’s finally, finally getting it. "You know what? Fine," he mutters, his voice scraped raw. "You wanna pretend like this was just some—some meaningless fuck, then go ahead. Lie to me. Lie to yourself." He steps back another inch, and that loss, god, it burns. "But don’t you dare stand there and tell me it wasn’t real."

His voice cracks on the last word.

You should walk away.

You should turn around, push open the door, step back into the noise of the party, let the bass swallow you whole. You should do anything—anything—but stand here and let the weight of him, of what you’ve done, press into your ribs like something suffocating.

But you don’t move.

Because he’s right. And that terrifies you.

Instead, you cross your arms tighter, your nails biting into your skin. "What do you want me to say, Changbin?"

He breathes out a laugh, humorless, shaking his head again like he can’t believe you. "I want you to stop fucking running," he snaps. "I want you to tell me—tell yourself—the truth for once."

Your throat tightens. "The truth?" you echo, and your voice is a hollow thing, barely above a whisper. "The truth is that this was a mistake."

His face twists, something dark and wounded flickering through his expression like a storm about to break. His breath shudders in his chest, his lips parting as if to say something—anything—but nothing comes out.

A mistake.

You watch as the word sinks into him, as his shoulders go rigid, as something in his eyes dims like a flame being snuffed out. His throat bobs, his jaw clenches, and for a moment, he looks like he wants to fight you on it. Like he wants to grab your face, shake you, force you to look at him, really look at him, and see what you’re doing.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he laughs. Low. Sharp. Bitter.

"Yeah?" His voice is hoarse, wrecked. "That what you tell yourself to make it easier?"

Your arms tighten around yourself. "It’s the truth," you say, though your voice isn’t as steady as you want it to be.

His lips part, then press into a thin line. He looks at you like he’s waiting for you to take it back, to fix this, but you don’t. You can’t.

So, he shakes his head, exhaling a laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. "You really wanna do this again?" His gaze burns into you. "Act like you don’t care? Like this wasn’t anything? Like we weren’t—" He stops, swiping a hand down his face. His voice drops lower, rougher. "Fuck, I’m so tired of this."

Something cracks in your chest.

Because you know what he means. You’ve been here before, haven’t you? In this same suffocating space, standing across from him with words you don’t mean burning on your tongue. It’s been months, but nothing has changed.

You breathe in, steadying yourself. "This was different."

Changbin’s eyes snap to yours. "Different how?"

"It was just sex," you force yourself to repeat, the words feeling like barbed wire in your throat.

"Just sex," he repeats, hollow. His tongue presses into the inside of his cheek before he exhales sharply through his nose. "Right. Like it was just sex back then, too, huh?"

Your stomach turns to stone.

"That’s not—"

"Because I remember," he cuts in, his voice quiet but dangerous, "I remember the way you used to look at me. The way you used to hold me–"

Your hands curl into fists at your sides. "That was a long time ago, Changbin."

He laughs, shaking his head. "So what? It just stopped meaning something to you?" His voice is desperate now, raw with something you don’t want to name. "Because I’ve been trying—I’ve been trying so fucking hard to let this go, to let you go, but then you look at me like that, and —" He stops, his hands running through his hair, like he doesn’t know what to do with them. "How do you do it?" he asks, quieter now, almost like he’s talking to himself. "How do you just turn it off?"

You don’t answer.The silence that follows is sharp, razor-thin. He stares at you, something flickering behind his eyes—anger, heartbreak, disbelief.

The door creaks open.

The sound rips through the tension, shattering whatever was left between you.

Light spills into the room, along with the muffled bass of the party, and when you turn, you see them—a couple, drunken and laughing, stumbling inside, oblivious to the scene they’ve just walked into.

"Oh—shit, sorry," the guy says, blinking at the two of you. His girlfriend giggles, already tugging him back toward the door. "Didn’t know this room was taken."

You don’t think. You just move.

Before Changbin can say another word, before you can let yourself feel, you slip past him and out the door, into the noise, the heat, the blur of people who don’t know you, who don’t know what you just did, who don’t know what you’re still running from.

____________________________________________________________________________

The next morning comes like a slow, cruel punishment.

Your head is pounding—a dull, merciless throb behind your temples, the kind that makes the room spin when you try to move. Your mouth is dry, your limbs heavy, your stomach twisted in a nauseating knot.

You groan, rolling onto your side, blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains. The weight of last night sits on your chest, thick and suffocating, but it’s hazy—fragments of music, heat, Changbin’s voice tangled in yours.

And then… nothing.

Your brows knit together as you push yourself up, the effort making your stomach lurch. How the fuck did you even get home? You don’t remember leaving the party. Don’t remember changing into the oversized shirt draped over your frame.

Your hands fist in the fabric, fingers clumsy and trembling. Did you do this? Did someone else?

A flicker of panic stirs in your chest. Your heart rate spikes—until a voice, flat and unimpressed, cuts through the fog.

"You look like shit."

Seungmin is sitting in the chair by your desk, legs crossed, arms folded over his chest. He looks exactly the same as always—judgmental as fuck, like he’s been watching you for hours, waiting for you to wake up so he can lecture you.

Which, knowing him, is probably true.

A groan leaves your lips as you let your head fall back against the pillow. "Jesus fucking Christ."

"Not quite." He tilts his head. "Though I did save your ass last night, so you’re welcome."

Your stomach churns. "How did I—?"

"You called me. I brought you home," he says, like it’s obvious. Like it’s not something you should have already known.

Your fingers tighten around the blanket. "Did I—?"

"You barely made it up the stairs," Seungmin cuts in, voice cool. "You passed out the second you hit the bed. You were a mess. Barely conscious." A beat. "You took something, didn’t you?"

You shift under his gaze. "It wasn’t—"

"Don’t bullshit me." His tone isn’t sharp, but it doesn’t need to be. "Alcohol and what else?"

Your throat tightens. "Xanax."

He doesn’t react right away, just lets out a slow breath through his nose. Then, quietly, "Jesus Christ."

A beat of silence stretches between you, thick and heavy.

You exhale, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. "I don’t need a lecture."

Seungmin watches you, expression unreadable. “Do you even know how long you’ve been out?”

Your fingers curl into the sheets. Your body feels sluggish, your head thick with remnants of sleep. “A few hours?”

“Nineteen hours and thirty seven minutes.”

The number hangs in the air like a death sentence.

Nineteen hours.

The longest you’ve gone without a pill in—God, how long? Your stomach twists violently, your hands tightening around the fabric of the blanket. You feel it creeping up your spine—the craving, the panic, the itch under your skin that only ever gets worse.

You don't respond at first. You just breathe through it, shallow, unsteady, like maybe if you stay still enough, the discomfort will settle instead of swallowing you whole. But it doesn’t. It won’t. The ache is inside you now, twisting through your veins, crawling under your skin.

Your body knows.

Your stomach clenches, a deep, sour kind of nausea curling at the base of your throat. You swallow against it, shifting to sit up, but your limbs feel useless—weak, disconnected, fever-hot but shaking. Your fingers tighten around the blanket, grip slipping, damp with sweat.

You force out a breath. Your jaw locks against the answer he’s expecting. The truth. That your head is splitting open, that your body is begging for something, anything to dull the edges. That nineteen hours without it feels like your bones are trying to escape your skin.

But you don’t say any of that.

You wipe a shaky hand over your face. “I just need—”

Seungmin tilts his head, gaze sharp. “What?”

You shut your mouth.

You know what. He knows what.

You don’t have to say it.

The silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating. Seungmin doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away. He just watches you, gaze steady, dissecting. Like he’s waiting for you to be honest. Like he’s giving you the chance.

You won’t take it.

Your throat feels tight, like something is lodged there, heavy and immovable. Your hands are trembling where they clutch the blanket, knuckles white. You dig your nails into the fabric, trying to ground yourself, but the pressure doesn’t help—not really. Nothing helps.

Seungmin exhales sharply through his nose, his lips pressing into a thin line. “You’re going through withdrawal.”

The word makes your stomach lurch. You don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to think about it. Because it makes it real—more real than the nausea, more real than the shaking, more real than the fact that you’re already considering how to make this stop.

“I’m fine,” you say. It’s useless. You sound anything but fine.

Seungmin scoffs, unimpressed. “You look like you’re dying.”

You let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Maybe I should.”

His expression hardens. “That’s not fucking funny.”

You shrug, but it takes too much effort, your limbs sluggish and aching. Your skin is too hot, but you’re shivering, cold sweat beading at your temples. It feels like your body is tearing itself apart from the inside out. Maybe it is. Maybe that’s what you deserve.

Seungmin’s jaw clenches, his fingers curling over his knee like he’s physically holding himself back. “I mean it,” he says, voice flat, but there’s something simmering underneath, something sharp-edged. “Don’t joke about that.”

You don’t respond. Not because you don’t want to, but because you can’t. The lump in your throat has grown thick, suffocating.

Seungmin watches you for another moment, then exhales, rubbing a hand over his face. “Nineteen hours.” He says it like he’s reminding you, like he’s giving you the number so you can decide what to do with it. “You can make it to twenty.”

Your stomach lurches. You want to tell him that you can’t, that twenty feels just as impossible as twenty-four, as forty-eight, as forever. You want to tell him that you don’t even know why you called him last night, don’t know why you let him drag you home instead of finding a way to get what you needed.

But you don’t say anything.

You just press your fingers against your temples and breathe through the nausea.

Seungmin shifts in his chair, the legs scraping against the floor. You can feel his eyes on you, sharp and assessing. “You need water,” he says finally.

You shake your head. The thought alone makes you feel sick.

"Seungmin."

Your voice cracks, raw and barely above a whisper. But it stops him in his tracks.

He turns, hand still on the doorknob, brows pulling together just slightly. "What?"

You swallow hard, staring down at the blanket bunched in your lap, twisting your fingers into the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered. You feel stripped bare—exposed in a way that has everything to do with last night’s unraveling.

"Just—" You inhale sharply, pressing your lips together, hating the way your throat tightens. "Can you just… stay?"

The words feel small. Weak. And you hate that, too.

Then, with a sigh, he steps back into the room, kicking off his shoes as he moves toward you. "Move over."

You do. Barely. Just enough for him to slip onto the mattress beside you, his weight dipping the bed slightly. He settles in without hesitation, lying on top of the covers while you remain tucked beneath them.

It’s not weird. It never has been.

You’ve known Seungmin too long, been through too much together, for something like this to be anything but familiar. You’re practically family.

Still, when he shifts closer, when his arm slings loosely around your shoulder, something inside you cracks wide open.

"You scared me," he says eventually, voice quieter now.

Your eyes press shut. "I know."

Another beat. Then, "Don’t do that shit again."

You swallow past the lump in your throat. "Okay."

Neither of you move.

For now, this is enough.

The weight of exhaustion settles deeper into your bones, pressing you further into the mattress. Seungmin's warmth seeps through the layers of fabric between you, grounding in a way that nothing else has since last night. Since him. You exhale, slow and uneven, and Seungmin feels it—his grip around your shoulder tightening for just a second, a quiet reassurance he doesn’t put into words.

 "Do you remember anything?" he asks eventually, voice softer than before. 

Your fingers twitch against the blanket. "Some." A pause. "Not much."

 He doesn’t say anything right away, but you feel the way his body tenses for a fraction of a second. "Changbin was looking for you before I found you." 

Your stomach flips.

Your throat feels tight again, panic curling at the edges of your ribs. You don’t want to ask. Don’t want to know. But you do anyway. 

"Did you tell him?" 

Seungmin shifts beside you, chin brushing lightly against your hair as he adjusts. "No."

 Relief and something bitter twist together inside you.

 "He was worried," Seungmin adds after a moment. "Really worried." 

You bite your lip, squeezing your eyes shut. You don’t want to hear that. Don’t want to think about what Changbin must’ve looked like when he realized you were gone. The hurt that must’ve flickered across his face, the frustration that would’ve quickly followed. Seungmin shifts again, this time pulling back slightly so he can glance down at you. "You gonna talk to him?"

 You hesitate.

Your fingers tighten around the blanket, nails pressing into the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you anchored.

"I don’t know," you admit, voice small.

Seungmin doesn’t sigh, doesn’t scoff—just watches you, eyes sharp, waiting. You can feel the weight of his gaze even without looking.

"You can’t avoid him forever," he says eventually. "You know that, right?"

"I’m not—" You cut yourself off, because you are. You absolutely are.

Seungmin shifts beside you, propping himself up on one elbow. "He was losing his shit last night," he says, blunt as ever. "Like, full-on panicked."

Your stomach twists.

"He kept asking where you went, if anyone had seen you leave. It was fucking sad, honestly."

You exhale through your nose, trying to keep your expression neutral, but Seungmin sees right through you. He always does.

Seungmin doesn’t say anything right away. Instead, he leans back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling like he’s picking his next words carefully. You can feel his presence beside you, steady and sure, the way it’s always been.

"You know," he starts, voice quieter now, "I used to think you and Changbin were good together."

Your stomach clenches.

Seungmin doesn’t look at you, just continues like he’s thinking out loud. "I mean, I don’t think I ever told you that. But I did. You balanced each other out, you know? He made you laugh in a way you never let yourself. And you—" He exhales, shaking his head slightly. "You softened him in a way no one else could."

Your fingers twist into the blanket. You don’t want to hear this. Not now. Not after everything.

"It wasn’t enough," you say, barely above a whisper.

Seungmin finally glances at you. "You sure about that?"

You force out a hollow laugh. "We broke up, didn’t we?"

A beat of silence. Then—

"You broke up with him."

The words hit harder than you expect. You knew they were coming, knew that was the truth, but hearing them out loud makes your throat tighten.

You swallow. "It was for the best."

Seungmin scoffs. "For who?"

"For him," you snap before you can stop yourself.

Seungmin blinks, caught off guard by the sharpness of your voice. You press your lips together, exhaling through your nose, trying to reel yourself back in.

He doesn’t push. Just watches you for a moment, eyes sharp, searching. "Is that really what you think?"

You don’t answer. Because if you do, you’ll have to admit it.

That you left because you were scared. That you left because you felt too much, and it made you sick, made you restless, made you want to run before he could run first.

Because Seungmin is right. Changbin never left. You did.

"You were happy with him," Seungmin says after a moment, voice softer now.

Your chest tightens. "I thought I was."

"You were," he insists. "You just didn’t know how to let yourself believe it."

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head. "It wouldn’t have lasted."

Seungmin doesn’t argue. But he doesn’t agree, either. Instead, he says, "Do you remember when he stayed outside your apartment that night?"

You cringe, shame curling deep in your gut at the memory.

Seungmin shifts beside you. "After you ended things. He came over. He wanted to fix it, but you wouldn’t open the door. So he just... sat there. For hours." He exhales, rubbing a hand over his face. "Hyunjin had to drag him back home. Said he wouldn’t stop crying."

Your heart clenches so tightly it hurts.

You remember that night. You remember sitting on the other side of the door, knees pulled to your chest, fingers pressed against your lips to keep in the sobs. You remember wanting to reach for the handle, to take it all back, to tell him you were sorry.

But you didn’t.

And now here you are, running all over again.

"You still love him, don’t you?" Seungmin’s voice is quiet, careful. Like he already knows the answer.

You bite the inside of your cheek, hard. "It doesn’t matter."

"It does," he counters. "And you know it."

Seungmin’s words settle into the silence, heavy and immovable. You want to argue, to deny it, to pretend that it’s not still clawing at your chest—but what’s the point? He sees right through you. He always has.

You press the heel of your palm against your forehead, eyes squeezing shut. “Even if I do, it doesn’t change anything.”

Seungmin exhales sharply through his nose. “Why not?”

“Because I’ll ruin it.” The words slip out before you can stop them, unfiltered and raw, and the moment they do, you wish you could shove them back down.

Seungmin goes still. And then, softer, “You really think that?”

You let out a hollow laugh, tilting your head back against the headboard. “Seungmin. Look at me. Look at the shit I do.” Your fingers twist into the blanket again, as if holding onto something tangible will stop you from unraveling completely. “I push people away. I fuck things up before they can fall apart on their own. And I don’t—” Your voice falters, throat tightening. “I don’t know how to be what he needs.”

A pause. Then—

“And what exactly does he need?” Seungmin asks.

You stare at him, frustrated. “Something steady. Something good. Something I’m not.”

Seungmin’s expression doesn’t change. If anything, his gaze softens, just slightly. “That’s bullshit,” he says simply.

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He shifts so he’s fully facing you now, arms still folded over his chest. “You act like you’re some kind of walking disaster, like you’re incapable of being loved, but that’s not true.” His eyes hold yours, steady and unrelenting. “You love harder than anyone I know. You just don’t let yourself believe that people could love you the same way.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“I—”

“You didn’t leave because you thought you weren’t good for him,” Seungmin cuts in. “You left because you were scared he was good for you.”

The words hit you like a punch to the ribs, knocking the air from your lungs.

Because it’s true, isn’t it?

Your throat is tight, chest aching in a way that feels too raw to touch. You don’t trust yourself to speak, don’t trust your voice not to crack under the weight of everything Seungmin is forcing you to confront.

For a long moment, neither of you say anything. The room is quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on your nightstand.

Then, quietly, Seungmin sighs. “You know, I don’t usually get involved in this kind of shit,” he mutters, leaning his head back against the headboard. “I figure people are gonna do what they want, and it’s not my job to fix their messes.”

You glance at him warily. “But?”

“But,” he says, leveling you with a look, “I think you’re being an idiot.”

You let out a dry laugh, rubbing at your eyes. “Yeah. I got that.”

Seungmin shakes his head. “I mean it. You can keep pretending you don’t care. You can keep running, keep convincing yourself that this is just the way you are.” His voice lowers, softer but no less firm. “Or you can do something about it.”

You swallow. “And if I don’t?”

Seungmin shrugs. “Then you keep living like this. Keep pretending you don’t miss him. Keep waking up in beds that don’t feel right. Keep feeling like shit every time you see him with someone else, wondering if maybe, just maybe, that could’ve still been you.”

You exhale shakily, pressing your fingers against your temples. 

“I’m just saying.” Seungmin nudges your shoulder lightly, voice dipping back into something a little more familiar, a little less weighted. “You don’t have to be so dramatic about it.”

A weak laugh escapes you despite yourself. “Fuck off.”

Seungmin grins. “There she is.”

The weight in your chest hasn’t lifted entirely, but it feels a little less suffocating now. Like maybe, just maybe, you can breathe through it.

You sit with that for a moment, the quiet between you no longer sharp, no longer something that threatens to choke you.

Then, hesitantly, you murmur, “What if I don’t know how to fix it?”

Seungmin doesn’t hesitate. “Then start by telling him the truth.”

You lick your lips, voice dry and unsteady. “I don’t think that’s enough.”

Seungmin exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “Then stop making excuses and figure out what is.”

His voice is firm but not unkind. It’s the way he’s always spoken to you—like he’s giving you just enough space to mess up, but never enough to let you completely self-destruct. And right now, you think he might be the only person willing to call you out for exactly what you are.

You rub a hand over your face, fingers pressing into your temples. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Seungmin is quiet for a beat. Then, “Get clean.”

Your breath catches. “Seungmin—”

“No.” He looks at you, gaze sharp, unwavering. “I’m not gonna sit here and pretend like I don’t see it. The way you drink. The shit you take just to keep your head quiet.” He tilts his head, studying you. “You think Changbin didn’t notice?”

Your stomach twists.

You’ve spent so long convincing yourself you were good at hiding it. That the late nights, the pills, the drinks, the desperate need to fill the empty spaces—you thought it was subtle enough to slip by.

But maybe it never was.

Maybe that was just another lie you told yourself to make it easier to keep running.

Seungmin leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. His voice is quieter now, but no less firm. “If you want to fix things with him, if you actually want to try, you need to stop doing this shit to yourself.” He gestures vaguely at you, at the room, at all of it. “Because if you don’t, you’re gonna keep hurting yourself. And worse? You’re gonna hurt him, too.”

Your throat feels tight. “I never meant to—”

“I know,” Seungmin says, and this time, there’s no bite to it. Just quiet understanding. “But you will.”

The words hit harder than you expect. Because the truth is, you’ve already hurt him. Over and over again. You saw the way he looked at you before you left, the way his hands trembled when he reached for you and you stepped back. 

And still, you left.

You exhale shakily, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. “I don’t know if I can.”

Seungmin doesn’t let up. “Then figure it out. Because if you go back to him like this? You’re just gonna break him all over again.”

You swallow hard, hands shaking in your lap. He’s right. He’s so fucking right, and you hate him for it.

But mostly, you hate yourself.

For letting it get this bad.

For not stopping sooner.

For not being the kind of person Changbin deserved to love.

For the first time in a long time, you feel something crack deep in your chest, something that’s been locked up tight behind all the bullshit excuses you’ve been feeding yourself.

You meet Seungmin’s gaze, eyes burning. “What if I try and I still fuck it up?”

He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Then at least you’ll know you actually tried.”

You stare at him, at the boy who has somehow never given up on you despite all the reasons he should. And then, finally, you nod.

It’s small. It’s hesitant.

But it’s real.

And that’s enough.

For a moment, at least.

Then the panic starts creeping back in—the gnawing, clawing kind that tightens around your throat and makes your skin itch with something worse than withdrawal. If you wait too long, you won’t do it. You know yourself. You’ll convince yourself it’s not worth it, that it’s better this way, that you’ll just end up ruining him more.

If you don’t go to Changbin now, you never will.

So you move.

You push the blanket off and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, ignoring the way the room spins violently around you. Your body protests immediately—your muscles scream, your stomach clenches, your skin feels feverish and too tight all at once—but you grit your teeth and stand anyway.

Or, you try to.

Because Seungmin is there, shoving you right back down before you even get a chance to take a step.

“No.”

Your head jerks up. He looks pissed—more than pissed. His jaw is clenched, his grip firm where he holds your shoulder

Your whole body tenses. “If I don’t do it now, I won’t do it at all.”

“And if you collapse on his doorstep,  what then?” His grip is firm, but not unkind. His voice, though, is sharp. “You can barely fucking stand, let alone have a conversation with him that doesn’t end with you making it worse.”

He gestures at you—at the way your whole body is trembling, at the sweat glistening at your hairline, at the way your legs are barely holding you up. “You think you’re gonna show up at his place like this and suddenly everything will be fine? That you’ll say some magic fucking words and he’ll just forgive you?”

Seungmin sighs, running a hand through his hair. He looks exhausted. Like he’s been fighting a battle he never asked to be a part of.

“Just give yourself a few hours,” he says, voice quieter now. “Let your body catch up first. Then you can go.”

It’s a compromise. One that you should take.

So you do.

You let yourself fall back against the pillows, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. You don’t speak. Neither does Seungmin. He just stays there, silent, like he’s waiting for you to finally pass out.

You don’t. You can’t. Every nerve in your body is on fire, the restlessness so overwhelming it makes your skin feel too tight. You shift constantly, fingers twitching against the fabric of the blanket, but Seungmin doesn’t say anything about it.

At some point, though, he falls asleep.

You wait.

And then, once you’re sure he’s out, you move.

You push the blanket off, biting down on your lip to keep from groaning as your muscles scream in protest. Every inch of your body feels like it’s been wrung out, exhaustion settling deep in your bones, but you force yourself up anyway.

The clock reads 4:12 AM as you slip out the door.

Seungmin doesn’t wake.

And you don’t stop.

____________________________________________________________________________

For a second, neither of you say anything.

Changbin blinks at you, slow and disoriented, sleep still clinging to the edges of his expression. His hair is a mess, sticking up in uneven tufts, and there’s a crease pressed into his cheek from his pillow. He’s shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, one hand braced against the doorframe as he takes you in.

Then, his gaze sharpens.

His lips press into a thin line, his posture stiffening, the warmth of sleep fading into something more guarded. He looks you over once, eyes scanning your face, your trembling hands, the way you’re barely standing upright. He exhales sharply through his nose.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Your stomach twists. “Changbin—”

“Do you even know what time it is?” His voice is quiet, but there’s an edge to it, rough and worn down. Not sharp enough to cut—but enough to bruise.

“I had to come.” Your voice is hoarse, barely audible over the hammering of your pulse.

He scoffs, running a hand down his face. “Of course you did.” He shifts, crossing his arms over his chest. “You high?”

You shake your head. “No.”

He doesn’t look convinced. His jaw tightens, his gaze flicking down to your hands—shaking, white-knuckled around the sleeves of your hoodie. You force them still, gripping the fabric harder.

“I’m not,” you repeat, firmer this time. “I swear.”

A long silence stretches between you, thick and weighted, the kind that sinks deep into your ribs and refuses to let go.

Then, with a quiet sigh, Changbin steps back. “Get inside.”

The warmth of his apartment is suffocating after the bite of the cold, the air thick with the lingering heat of sleep. It smells like him—like cedarwood and clean laundry, like something steady, something safe—but all it does is make your chest ache harder.

You don’t belong here. Not anymore.

Still, you step inside.

The door clicks shut behind you, a finality that rattles in your bones. You swallow hard as Changbin moves past you, his steps slow, deliberate. The kitchen faucet runs, the sound too loud in the quiet, and then he’s back, pressing a glass of water into your shaking hands.

His fingers brush yours—brief, fleeting—but it sends something sharp through your veins.

“Drink,” he murmurs.

You do, even as your stomach twists around the effort, even as the words start bubbling up before you can stop them.

“I—” Your voice catches, raw and unsteady. You clear your throat, grip tightening around the glass. “I’m sorry.”

Changbin exhales through his nose, slow and measured. He doesn’t respond.

You can’t stop. “I know I fucked up. I know I hurt you, and I never wanted to.” The words stumble out, rushed and uneven, spilling into the space between you like water slipping through cracks. “I don’t—I don’t even know how to fix it, but I—”

Your breath hitches. The words pile up in your throat, heavy and unwieldy, choking you from the inside out. Your hands shake harder, fingers tightening around the glass until your knuckles burn.

Changbin watches you, jaw tense, but his eyes aren’t hard. They aren’t angry. They’re searching, flickering with something unreadable, something softer than you deserve.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Your pulse is too loud in your ears. The room tilts. The air feels too thick, your lungs struggling to expand around it.

You don’t even realize what you’re doing—don’t register the way your nails dig into your palms, how sharp the pain has become—until Changbin’s hand wraps around your wrist.

“Hey.” His voice is low, steady. His thumb brushes over your skin, a grounding pressure. "Stop."

You blink, dazed, following his gaze down to where your fists are clenched so tightly that blood has begun to bead at the crescent-shaped wounds in your palms.

Your stomach lurches.

“I—” You try to let go, but your muscles refuse to cooperate, your fingers locked in place.

Changbin sighs, his grip gentle but firm as he pries your hands open. He doesn’t say anything—just guides you toward his bed, easing you to sit at the edge before crouching in front of you.

The mattress dips beneath you, its familiar give grounding you in a way your own body refuses to. The room still tilts at the edges of your vision, nausea pressing sharp against your ribs, but Changbin doesn’t let go. His grip stays firm, steady, his fingers wrapped around your wrists as if to keep you from slipping through his grasp entirely.

You watch, breath unsteady, as he releases you just long enough to disappear into the bathroom. The distant rustling of cabinets, the quiet pop of a cap being unscrewed—then he’s back, first aid kit in hand, expression unreadable.

The soft click of plastic echoes in the stillness as he kneels in front of you, his movements deliberate, careful. He doesn’t speak as he takes your hand again, doesn’t chide you, doesn’t ask why—he just begins cleaning the wounds, swiping a cool antiseptic wipe across your palm with excruciating gentleness.

You flinch. His grip tightens, but not to hold you still—just to remind you that he’s there.

"Relax," he murmurs.

You try. Try to breathe through the sting, try to focus on the warmth of his hands rather than the sharp bite of antiseptic against broken skin. But the moment feels too fragile, too raw, and you don’t know how to exist in it without unraveling entirely.

Your throat works around the lump forming there. “I didn’t mean to.” The words slip out before you can stop them, hoarse and barely above a whisper.

His fingers still against your skin. He exhales, slow and measured, before resuming his careful work. “I know.”

You’re trembling.

Changbin feels it beneath his hands—the fine, uncontrollable shakes that run through your fingers, up your arms, curling around your shoulders like something too heavy to carry alone. He doesn’t know if it’s from the pain, the exhaustion, or something deeper, something far worse.

Maybe all of it at once.

His chest tightens. He’s known you for years, long enough to recognize the weight you carry, the way you pretend it’s nothing. He’s seen you angry, reckless, sharp-edged and self-destructive. He’s seen you laugh through pain, spit out sarcasm like it’s a shield, convince the world that nothing can touch you.

But he has never—not once—seen you cry.

So when your breath shudders, when your fingers tighten in his, when your face crumples, it hits him like a fist to the gut.

It starts slow—just a hitch in your breath, a slight tremble in your lips. Then your eyes squeeze shut, and the first tear slips free, carving a silent path down your cheek. Another follows. Then another.

Changbin’s stomach drops.

“Hey,” he breathes, barely realizing he’s moving until he’s shifting onto the mattress beside you. He doesn’t let go of your hands, doesn’t even think about it—just stays close, as if anchoring you in place.

But you shake your head, ducking your head to hide behind your hair, shoulders carving into yourself, like you’re embarrassed to be breaking apart in front of him.

That’s what gets him. The way you’re trying so hard to hold it in, like you think you have to.

“Don’t,” he murmurs. He reaches up, hesitates for a split second before brushing his fingers against your cheekbone, coaxing your gaze to his. “It’s okay.”

You let out a sharp, broken breath, and his heart clenches so tight for a moment, he’s the one that can’t breath.

He’s helpless against it—the sight of you unraveling, the sound of your quiet, choked sobs. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say that won’t sound useless in the face of whatever’s eating you alive.

So he just does the only thing that makes sense.

He pulls you in.

His arms circle around you, firm but careful, like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers if he holds too tight. A sob tears its way out of you, muffled against his bare shoulder, and it nearly floors him. He tightens his hold instinctively, hand cradling the back of your head, anchoring you as best he can while the weight of everything presses down. He knows then that you could continue pushing him away for the rest of your lives, tear his heart into pieces like you did the day you broke up with him and he would still be here, still be holding you like this if you ever needed him again like the damn fool he was.

The realization settles deep in his bones, heavy and inescapable—he will always come back to you.

You don’t speak. You just stay there, curled into him, hands gripping his hoodie like you need something—someone—to hold you together.

Changbin doesn’t move, doesn’t dare breathe too deep in case it startles you, in case it reminds you of the space you should be putting between you instead of closing it. Instead, he just presses his chin lightly against the top of your head and listens—to your uneven breaths, to the tiny, shuddering inhales that barely make it past your lips.

It takes a long time for your breathing to even out, for the tension in your body to start seeping away. Even longer for your fingers to unclench, for the weight against him to settle, growing heavier, more still.

He tilts his head just slightly, catching a glimpse of your face where it’s tucked into his shoulder. Your lashes are damp, cheeks still streaked with the remnants of your breakdown—but your features have softened, lips parted as sleep tugs you under.

Something in him pulls tight.

He knows you—knows that sleep doesn't come easy for you on a good day, let alone like this. But now, wrapped up in his arms, your body is giving in. You trust him enough, even now, to let go like this. To rest.

It shouldn’t make his chest ache the way it does. Shouldn’t make him feel like holding onto you for as long as he can, even knowing that morning will come, that you’ll wake up and everything will still be broken. That the walls will go back up, the distance will return.

But for now—just for now—he lets himself be selfish.

Carefully, he shifts, tightening one arm around you as he maneuvers you gently onto the mattress. You murmur something in your sleep, brow twitching like you might stir, and he stills, waiting, breath shallow. But then you sigh, sinking deeper into the bed, the tension in your face easing again.

He exhales, moving slowly as he reaches down, carefully slipping off your shoes. The laces are damp from the cold outside, your socks barely warm enough to fend it off. He makes a mental note to find a spare blanket, something heavier, something that will keep you warm.

He tugs the comforter over you, tucking it lightly around your shoulders.

Then, he just—pauses.

Standing there, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers twitch slightly against the fabric.

You have a long way to go.

There are things you both need to say, things you can’t keep burying under silence and unshed tears. This—whatever it is—can’t stay suspended in fragile moments like this forever.

But right now, that doesn’t matter.

Right now, you’re here.

And for tonight, that’s enough.

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𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝—𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids one shot

Synopsis: You and Changbin have a deal that everytime the both of you want to get off some steam, you know who to call. The rules were simple. No strings attached. Only fucking. And damn, that was perfect...

Warnings: Mention of academic validation. Smut🔞 Friends with benefits (to lovers at the end), unprotected, rough sex, Bin's cock too big, size kink(?), praising, dirty talk, pet names (doll, baby, princess), name calling (slut. But only once), oral (f. receiving), fingering, overtsim(?), squirting, creampie, cum play(?).

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: Academic validation is my best friend but also my worst enemy. With the stress I'm going through because of college, I felt like writing this. I'd like a rough fuck as a distraction ngl.

And this is probably the filthiest one shots I've written so far— LMFAO.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

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You stared at your test paper as if it had personally insulted you, which it kinda did, the big red circle with a "C-" looking right back at you cruelly.

You had put weeks, as in WEEKS of hard work for this test only for you to get a grade that felt like a slap in the face.

The dull ache behind your eyes only intensified as you crumpled the test paper in your fist, a confirmation that no matter how much effort you put in, it never seemed to be enough.

Dragging your bag over your shoulder, you walked briskly out of the lecture hall, dodging classmates who threw each other pitying or triumphant glances. They didn’t get it. They couldn’t.

You had been running yourself ragged with late-night study sessions, caffeine-fueled breakdowns, and an endless loop of second-guessing. All of it for this.

Once you were back at your apartment, you tossed your bag onto the couch and stared at the ceiling. The air felt heavy, suffocating almost.

You needed release, a distraction—something, anything, to snap you out of the vortex of self-doubt threatening to pull you under.

As if he could hear your thoughts, the need for a distraction, your phone buzzed with a notification.

Bin: Wanna fuck?

You playfully scoffed at the screen. His message straightforward as always. You both had been friends for a very long time and you made a deal one night after being dared to kiss during a party, that if in need of blowing off some steam, you knew who to call.

The kiss had your knees weak that you initiated this idea to Changbin—as a joke—but he agreed to it without a second thought. And since that day, whenever either of you needed a quick distraction or are super horny, you were there for eachother.

What an awesome agreement right?

Me: Sure. my place or yours?

Bin: Mine. Be here in 30?

Me: See you soon.

~

Thirty minutes later, You arrived at his place wearing a hoodie and leggings, the picture of casual. You rang the bell and the moment Changbin opened the door, the tension in the air was palpable.

His eyes scanned you briefly, his lips curving into that familiar smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

Changbin opened the door wider to let you in, he was wearing a tank top and grey sweatpants. Closing the door, he sunk back into his large plush sofa, exhaling sharply.

"Bad day?" You asked curiously.

"Yeah. Accidentally deleted a file that contained a comeback track. Chan's not pissed but I'm disappointed." He said, cracking his knuckles.

You frowned, stepping inside and kicking off your sneakers. “Damn, Bin, that sucks. Did you try recovering it?”

He shook his head, running a hand through his dark hair. “I did, but it’s gone for good."

You made your way over to him, plopping down beside him. "I'm sorry," you said softly, placing your hand on his shoulder.

"You're tense." He murmured looking at you, his voice low, soothing, recognizing the slight difference from your usual voice.

Your throat tightened as you wanted to shrug it off, to bury yourself in the comfort of this arrangement without delving into the emotions clawing at your chest. But Changbin wasn’t letting you hide tonight.

“Talk to me,” he urged, his fingers falling ever so slightly on your waist.

“It’s just…” Your voice cracked, and you looked away, shame flooding your chest. “I’m so tired, Bin. I worked so hard, and I still couldn't get a good grade. It never feels like enough. It’s like no matter what I do, I can’t catch a break.”

His expression softened, his brow furrowing as he cupped your face gently, forcing you to look at him. “Hey,” he said softly, “A red ink on paper doesn't define who you are. Don't be so hard on yourself.”

You blinked up at him, stunned by the sincerity in his voice. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were here for distraction, for release, not to be seen so deeply. But Changbin had a way of disarming you without even trying.

You nodded wordlessly, and something in his gaze shifted. The heat was still there, smouldering just beneath the surface, but it was wrapped in a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“We both had a bad day today I guess,” you said, attempting to brush away the tingling sensation.

“True that,” Bin scoffed, turning away from you for a second.

“Wanna get that frustration out?” you asked, your tone shifting to something more suggestive.

Changbin’s smirk returned, this time sharper, darker. “You offering, princess?”

You leaned closer, your fingers trailing higher up his thigh. “Always.”

In a flash, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap. You gasped, straddling him as his hands gripped your hips firmly, his touch possessive. His dark eyes bore into yours, his frustration melting into something far more primal.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Let me return the favour.”

Before you could respond, his lips crashed into yours, the kiss rough and hungry. His hands slid under your hoodie, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes raking over your exposed skin. “You’re gorgeous.”

You barely had time to feel flustered before he claimed your lips again, his hands roaming your body, leaving trails of fire as he unclasped your bra, revealing your breasts to the cool air.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Normally you'd fight back, but today you obeyed, feeling your own arousal taking over so fast.

You really needed this distraction.

You stood before him as he tugged your leggings and underwear down in one motion, leaving you completely bare.

Changbin leaned back, his eyes darkening as he took you in. Already fucking you in his head as his gaze never left your pretty pussy.

"What a sight," he said, his voice rough like distant thunder. “Now, come here.”

You climbed back into his lap, your bare skin against his clothed body sending shivers through you. Before he even let you breathe, his mouth closed around your tipping nipple and sucked it, your head fell back gripping on his shoulders.

He played with your breasts, sucking and kneading them with his big hands, making your needy core grind against his clothed bulge. He released the bud with a pop, and pulled you down, crushing his mouth on yours again, slower this time.

“Feel that?” he growled against your lips. “That’s what you do to me.”

You whimpered, rolling your hips against him, the friction making you ache for more. “Bin, please…”

He chuckled darkly, his hands moving to cup your ass, guiding your movements. “What do you need, princess? Tell me.”

“Fuck me.” You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Changbin swifted you instantly, pressing your back against the sofa as he removed his tank top and slid off his pants. Your eyes trailed every detail of his muscular body, strong biceps and soft torso, the hint of dark hair going further down towards his…

Holy shit.

His huge cock jutted up, hard, leaking pre cum. And THICK. So thick, that it was impossible to take him without prep.

Changbin smirked at the look on your face as your gaze stayed glued to his shaft. His confidence was palpable, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he leaned down over you, caging you beneath his frame, making you swallow hard with anticipation.

His hands slid between your thighs, spreading you open, and a soft gasp escaped your lips when his fingers pressed against your slick heat. He chuckled darkly.

“Already so wet for me.”

“Changbin,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He positioned above you, aligning himself at your entrance. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your folds, and your body tensed. You bucked your hips upwards but Changbin wasn't gonna let you have him that fast.

He knew your body, how it strained to take his girth. And damn he's going to have dessert first. A sweet treat for the bad day right?

Instead of pushing himself inside your aching, needy pussy, he trailed downwards, making a path of hot, wet, open mouth kisses down your body, sucking on your breasts and leaving purplish red marks behind.

Your fingers went through his hair guiding him to give you more. When he reached your core, glistening and clenching around nothing, his warm breath fanned over your velvet folds, making you shiver.

"Relax for me, doll." Bin murmured, his voice low and soothing.

He placed a kitten kiss on your clit—gosh, always so respectful—his tongue swiped through your folds, slow and deliberate, as he pushed two fingers.

Your walls clenched him instantly, the sensation was overwhelming, making you arch your back. The heat of his mouth and the stretch of his fingers combining to ignite every nerve in your body.

“Fuck, Bin,” you gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily as his tongue circled your clit with precision.

He hummed against you, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. “That’s it,” he said, pulling back briefly to look up at you. His dark eyes were molten, his lips glistening with your slick juices.

“Let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back.”

Your head fell back as his mouth latched onto you again, his fingers curling inside to hit that spot that made you cry out. His free hand slid up your body, gripping your waist firmly, keeping you anchored as you writhed beneath him. He was basically making out with your sloppy cunt.

So sweet and dripping so much just for him, Changbin's forehead beaded with sweat as he focused on your needy pearl, sucking and swirling and finger fucking you till you were whimpering.

Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging them as the pressure built inside you. “Changbin, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he cut you off, his voice commanding. His tongue ruthlessly circled and sucked on your clit that made you squirm and tear erratic moans out of your throat.

The coil in your stomach tightened further as his fingers sped up, his mouth relentless against your pulsing bud. The pleasure crested like a tidal wave, and when it crashed over you, it left you trembling and gasping his name.

Bin didn’t stop right away. His movements slowed to guide you through the aftershocks until your body went limp beneath him. He let you calm down after the high of your first orgasm, your pussy so wet, tight and perfect, he couldn't wait till it wrapped around him.

When his fingers left you, you whimpered at the loss, but the sight of him stroking his cock with your slick arousal, made your breath catch.

Bin smirked mischievously, his chin and lips glistening with your essence, your eyes glassy with need, both your minds fogged and consumed with lust.

“Think you’re ready for me now?” he asked, his voice rough with desire as he leaned over you, his face inches from yours. He slapped the angry tip of his cock against your nub, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You squirmed and nodded beneath him, biting your lip as the anticipation built.

"Will you let me stretch this tight pussy, doll?" he murmured, his tone dark and teasing, his lips brushing against your ear.

Your cheeks burned, but the desperation in your voice betrayed your need. "Please, Bin… I need you.”

“Yeah?” he taunted, his cock sliding through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. “You want me to fill you up? This little cunt can take all of me right?”

You whimpered, your hips bucking up to meet him. “I can. Please.”

He groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. “Such a greedy little thing,” he growled, positioning himself at your entrance. “Want me to wreck you till you can’t think straight, right doll?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice trembling. “I need it, Bin. I need you.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, a wicked smile curling on his lips.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he began to push in. The stretch was intense, his thick velvet shaft sinking into you inch by inch, forcing your walls to adjust to his size.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his head falling forward as he buried himself deeper. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Squeezing me like you were made for me.”

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you moaned. “You’re so big,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with both pleasure and the overwhelming sensation of fullness.

“Damn right I am,” he rasped, pausing to let you adjust before pulling out slightly and pressing back in, each movement slow and deliberate. “And I’m gonna make you feel every inch of me.”

His hips began to pick up a rhythm, the pace rough but controlled, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. “Look at you,” he groaned, his eyes locking on yours. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Yes,” you gasped, your back arching off the sofa.

He began to move a bit, you moaned softly, rolling your hips to test the way he felt inside you. The movement made him curse under his breath, his control slipping as his grip on you tightened.

“Patience, baby,” he growled, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with deliberate force. The sudden fullness made you cry out, your nails digging into his biceps.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he said, his thrusts picking up pace. The way his length appeared and disappeared back inside you, the way you writhed beneath him, it made Bin feel like he was in heaven. Literally in heaven.

When the stretchy discomfort was replaced with intense pleasure, he began pounding into you in a bruising force that did feel like he was going to wreck you apart into two.

Your mouth fell open, breasts bouncing with each hard thrust, Bin struggling to keep his balance on the sofa as he hammered into you, making you climb higher and higher in the throes of pleasure.

“You deserve an A-plus for taking my cock so well, doll,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he leaned over you. His lips brushed against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver beneath him.

You moaned LOUDLY, your walls fluttering around him as you tried to adjust to the punishing rhythm he set. “Bin… you’re too much,” you choked out, your nails scraping down his back in desperation.

He chuckled darkly, slowing his thrusts just enough to pull almost all the way out, teasing you with the head of his cock before plunging back in with a force that made your breath hitch. “You can take it,” he said, his tone low and possessive.

“You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again.” He rasped harshly.

He leaned back slightly and pressed your legs against your chest, sinking deeper into you.

Your moan broke into a cry as he thrust deeper, his words a mix of praise and sinful promises. “Look at you,” he growled, his gaze locking on yours. “Letting me stretch this perfect little pussy like it’s mine.”

You couldn't form any words. The way he kept hitting all the spots, the way he kept calling you his, made you see stars.

The knot in your stomach was close to snapping and you needed release, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, groans and whimpers echoing off the walls of his living room.

“Bin, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he urged, his pace unrelenting.

His words were your undoing, and the orgasm tore through you like a storm. You writhed, body shaking uncontrollably, the thread snapping and you were unable to register the depth of your ecstasy as he pulled out, making you squirt, long and hard, shooting clear streams around him.

You made a huge mess between you two, back arching and squealing moans that drove Changbin out of his goddamn mind.

“Holy fuck," Changbin groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt the wetness that spasmed out of you coat his thighs and the sofa beneath you. His eyes darkened as he looked down at the mess you made.

“Didn’t know you could be this filthy,” his thumb brushing over your sensitive, swollen clit, making you jolt.

“Squirting all over me like a good little slut.”

The mixture of praise and degradation sent you reeling, your head falling back against the cushions as he rubbed your clit and pushed back in, picking up his pace, his cock sliding in and out of you with wet, obscene sounds.

His own release wasn't so far as he followed after you, the way your walls continued to clench around him, sent him spiralling. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his seed spilling into you in hot, thick spurts.

His dick throbbed uncontrollably and slowly pulled out, his cum pouring out of your hole and you squirted again. You were FILLED.

His chest heaved as he admired the sight before him, his substances sliding out of your cunt like golden nectar slipping from a comb.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. “Look at you, baby. Completely ruined.”

Your legs trembled as you tried to catch your breath, your body still buzzing (literally) from the aftershocks. His hands found your thighs, spreading you wider, exposing just how thoroughly he had claimed you.

He smirked, holding the base of his length, swiping the tip through the thick white mess painting your swollen pussy, pressing it back inside. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your body arching into his touch.

“Don’t think you’re done yet, princess,” he murmured, his tone low and teasing. “I’m not letting any of this go to waste. Gotta make sure you keep every drop of me inside.”

“Too much,” you whimpered, but your body betrayed, hips rolling against him as he worked himself into you, pushing deeper. Sticky strings attaching from you to him as he fucked his cum back inside you.

“Too much?” he echoed with a dark chuckle. “You will take it, won't you?”

“Yeah, yeah…” You nodded gasping then your head lolled back, another moan escaping your lips when he leaned down, his mouth brushing against the swell of your breast, hand circling your puffy, cum filled pussy and your body trembling with overstimulation.

His voice softened, a hint of tenderness breaking through his rough words.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, baby. Beautifully wrecked, and,” he nipped your sensitive skin, “Professor Bin grades you an A-plus.”

A breathless laugh escaped your lips at his teasing, he knew how much you love getting the perfect grade, though it quickly turned into a soft gasp as Changbin pressed another kiss on your skin.

His warm breath fanned over you, sending shivers up your spine despite the heat radiating between your sweaty bodies.

The weight of his gaze made your chest tighten, the intimacy in his eyes almost overwhelming. For a moment, the rough edges of your deal blurred, replaced by something raw and more vulnerable.

He reached closer, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping the streaks of tears that had rolled down your face.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice low and earnest. The contrast to his earlier teasing tone clenched your heart.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you placed your hand over his. "I'm okay. Just...a little overwhelmed. And stretched maybe," you admitted chuckling.

“I didn’t mean to push too hard, I'm sorry,” he murmured, brushing away a strand of hair from your face and leaning down brushing his lips against your temple. “I just got caught up in you. You’re…everything.”

His words sent a new kind of warmth through you, one that made you feel loved rather than overwhelmed. You smiled up at him, your hand slipping from his to cup his cheek. “I wanted it, Bin. All of it. I promise.”

Changbin leaned forward, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss that seemed to melt the tension from your body. "I’ve always got you, baby," he murmured against your mouth.

The words hung in the air, their meaning lingering even as he pulled back, going into the bathroom to be back with a warm cloth.

He gently wiped you, opposite from the man who wrecked you into oblivion a few moments before, his hands moving to guide your legs around his waist. He shifted, settling beside you on the sofa, pulling you into his arms as if he couldn’t bear to let you go.

The two of you lay there in silence for a while, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek grounding you. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, soothing in a way that felt achingly intimate.

"Bin," you whispered after a long pause, tilting your head to look up at him.

"Yeah?" His voice was soft, his eyes searching yours.

"What...what are we doing?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly as you voiced the question that had been gnawing at the back of your mind.

For a moment, he didn't answer, his gaze dropping to where his fingers rested against your skin. Then he let out a quiet sigh, his hand coming up to cup your face. "I don't know," he admitted, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“But I think we both know that this is more than just…casual.”

Your breath hitched, the sincerity in his voice making your chest ache. "I think so too." you said slowly.

Changbin's lips curved into a small smile. "Then let’s figure it out," he said, his forehead resting against yours. "No more rules. It's just you and me now. Okay?”

Slight tears pricked your eyes, but this time they were tears of relief, of something that felt dangerously close to happiness.

"Okay," you murmured, a bright smile blooming on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, savouring his warmth, who hugged you back cherishing you in his embrace.

Rules are meant to be broken. And some lines are meant to be crossed.

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[httpdwaekki]

skinship | s.c

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

wc: 1.8k

warnings: descriptions of an anxiety attack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[violetsiren90]

The Light of Your Eyes

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

Genre: one-shot; friends to lovers; smut and fluff; hurt/comfort

Summary: Can the gentle touch of an unexpected pair of hands on your body heal the wounds of your soul?

Sequel: Arms Around Me

Content warnings: 18+ (minors, dni), age gap romance (consenting adults); mentions of break-up and unhealthy past relationship dynamics; depression and anxiety symptoms (mild); MC has self esteem struggles, some are body-image related; the ex was low-key emotionally abusive tbh 😒; depictions of alcohol consumption (no drunkenness); depictions of food and eating (MC has a moment of negative thought patterns in regards to food consumption); gaming/watching movies; emotional breakdowns; kissing (so much kissing, guys); Fluffy fluffy FLUFF 💕; making out; interrupted shenanigans; cuddling; shirtless Binnie 👀; strong and gentle Binnie 🥺💘 ; working through FEELINGS 😅 ; breast play; nudity; oral sex (f. receiving); feedbag position; confessions and new beginnings.

Word Count: ~9300

Author's Note: Well, here it is - my first Binnie fic! I wanted to make it as sweet and sexy as he is...which, I know, is impossible, so I gave it my best shot! Hopefully, it's something worthy of his face-claim. I'm not going to make any judgements as to whether I feel it fits the bill, but rather like the man himself, tell you to be the judge of your own opinions! Jutdae!! 😂💗 But in all seriousness, if you decide to read this story, thank you! I hope it brings you something warm and fuzzy!

*The poem at the beginning is an original, and is what inspired this story!

Acknowledgements: I cannot thank @moni-logues enough for beta reading this for me, and for all her hype and humor and general human decency - this story wouldn't be what it is without her! 💖

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

    

the

Bright color of my laughter and the

Melody of the curve of my hips and the

Soft velvet of my irises

     seemed

To have taken their first breath,

Opening gently - like flowers perfuming my soul

- When bathed in the light of your eyes.

"Changbin? What are you doing here?"

     "I could ask you the same question," he says with a little smirk, whipping a dish towel over his shoulder as he shuffles back to let you in.

     Fair enough, you suppose. You are showing up without notice. Not that you ever need to give his sister any notice - as your best friend, there's a key with all the others in your purse that unlocks the door you're closing behind you. You wouldn't have even knocked had his car not been parked in the driveway.

     "Where's Nari?" you ask, glancing at the gaming console hooked up to the massive flat-screen, and a bullet blender cup half filled with something thick, pale and probably protein-packed sitting on the coffee table.

     "She went out of town for the weekend," he calls, heading back toward the dining area. "Last minute work thing." 

     Damn. 

     Your apartment is boring and barren and lonely. You wanted to hang out. You've been coming around more than usual – almost as often as when you were in grad school together. But Nari had her own life, you understood. You had your own life too.

     And then three months ago, on New Years Eve, your long-term boyfriend called it quits. It wasn't as if you were heartbroken. Not really. The relationship had been sick and slowly dying. But returning to a life lived in solitude was proving a difficult adjustment – especially navigating the new and constant stillness which left you the mental space and dexterity to run up against the shadows of wounds unhealed. And you didn't feel like growing into your EQ. You felt like distracting yourself. So you ended up at your bestie's place more often than not, these days.

     You sigh, trailing toward the kitchen. You won't stay long - if her younger brother is house sitting, he'll probably have people coming over. It's Friday night, after all, and he's twenty-four years young.

    The sound of running water, and music from a little speaker playing a catchy beat laced with fast-paced rap draws you into the warmly-lit, open kitchen. You recognize the voice on the track.

     "This new?" you ask, dropping your bag on a barstool and rounding the island to where Changbin is up to his elbows in suds at the sink. He's in a black band tee and bright blue joggers, his curly dark hair unstyled.

    He looks over his shoulder and nods.

    "What do you think? Wait, no, lemme start it over..."

     You smile to yourself as he hastily dries his hands and whips out his phone, pulling the track back to the beginning. He braces himself against the edge of the sink, gnawing on his bottom lip as he bobs his head with the lyrical punches and runs. 

     You smile to yourself, leaning your back against the counter beside him.

     "This is good, Bin," you nod earnestly. 

     "Yeah?" he asks, returning to his soapy task.

     "It really is. Hyunjin's pretty damn fast. Not as fast as you, but who is?" 

You grin, bumping your hip into his side.

     He smirks down into the bubbles.

     He's wanted to make music for as long as you've known him, and even fifteen years ago he could spit out a diss track that would have you wetting yourself laughing. He and his buddy, Hyunjin, met in high school and started messing around with music senior year. They committed to the dream, and both worked full-time gigs - Hyunjin as a tattoo artist and Changbin as a personal trainer - while promoting their artistry in their spare time. Production was a tough road to take when they were counting on nothing but raw talent and guts, but you'd always been an unflinching supporter.

     "We've got a gig next Saturday...at The Eight Ball," he remarks, looking over at you as a proud smile presses a tiny dimple into his bread cheek.

     "What?!" you squeal, turning to smack him on the arm. "Dude, that's fantastic! Oh my god, congratulations!"

     "Thanks, and ouch!" he replies, rubbing his arm with a pout that you ignore. It couldn't possibly have hurt him, not with those biceps.

     He moves to the fridge, a grin still plastered on his face.

     "You should come!" he urges over his shoulder as he appraises his sister's stash before grabbing an energy drink. "I know the boyfriend isn't into rap, but you could come with Nari..."

     You scoff softly.

     "Doesn't really matter what he likes anymore," you mumble bitterly.

     Changbin freezes as he's about to crack open the beverage in his hand.

     "Wait, what? Did you guys...is that over?"

     You purse your lips and nod. Changbin looks completely taken off guard in a way that surprises you. 

“When did that happen?”

You reach back to clutch at the cold tile of the countertop.

“Beginning of the year.”

He scratches his head.

“Nari didn’t…why didn’t you say something?”

You shrug, your eyes falling. For reasons you'd never considered, you’d rarely brought your ex around or even brought him up to Changbin. 

He turns to the still open fridge and swaps out his energy drink for two beers, opening both and sliding one across the island between you.

     "How you holding up?" he asks in earnest concern, a little furrow appearing between his dark brows.

     You want to tell him that you're fine - it's what you've been telling everyone else - but from the way he holds your gaze before letting his eyes search your face, he's looking for a real answer. You pull your lip between your teeth. You're not ready to form the words that spell the truth. He sees it.

    "Ah," he waves dismissively, "Fuck that guy. You're too good for him anyway. What an idiot."

      You blink, a little smirk tugging at your lips.

     "You don't have to hate on him just because we're-"

     "I'm hating on him because I hate him," he stares at you unflinchingly, taking another swig of his beer. "He wasn't good to you, didn't make you happy. I'm glad he's gone. Seriously, fuck him."

     You didn't expect that sort of reaction out of Changbin. Not that you expected anything, but the strong, certain tone he took in regards to your ex's unworthiness has a tiny little warmth glowing in your chest. It was like him to feel strongly and take a stand, but to have his conviction aimed at you...

     "Thanks, Bin," you murmur softly, hiding your smile behind your beer.

     The young man nods, and his lips part as if to speak when his phone buzzes in his pocket. As he answers the call - clearly, from the nature of his greeting, one of his buddies - you're reminded that you’re trespassing on his Friday night. Draining your beer, you grab your bag and slip out of the kitchen. 

     You huff a little sigh as you pull on your shoes, lingering listlessly for a moment before pulling open the door. The thought of going home has your stomach churning. You can't go back and be alone there. 

You can't.

     You have to.

     How pathetic could you possibly get? you consider sickly, staring out into the darkness. Your self-loathing and mounting anxiety battle for dominance as you will yourself to take the step over the threshold that will carry you to your car…

     Click.

     The door swishes shut, and you blink in confusion before you note a bulky arm stretched over your shoulder, hand pressed to the wooden frame below the peephole.

     You turn into Changbin's frame and he jostles backwards, hand dropping to your shoulder.

     "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, a little smirk playing on his lips.

     You try to get your bearings as you resurface from the flash flood of inner turmoil, blinking up at him in confusion.

     "Uuhh...home?" you answer, jerking a thumb back toward your intended exit.

     Changbin shakes his head. 

     "You just got here."

     "Well...I came to see Nari but she's gone, so..." 

     When the faintest shadow of hurt seems to flicker over his features at your words, you stammer to clarify.

     "Bin, it's Friday, I- you've got plans, right? I don't want to be in the way...Like, it's really nice seeing you don't get me wrong, but, it would suck to have one of your sister's random friends underfoot if you're...if..."

     You trail off. He's watching you in amusement now, arms crossed and bottom lip pulled between his teeth, one eyebrow cocked just a little higher than the other.

     "What?" you press him, now a bit self-conscious at your rambling and still on edge from the surging anxiety of moments ago. 

     Damn, what was with you? You'd been a mess lately, and now you couldn't even get your words out with Nari's kid brother?

     "I do have plans."

     Changbin's words interrupt your muddled self-assessment. You glance up at him.

��    What? Okay, that's what you had been trying to...

     "I plan to kick your ass at Super Smash Bros Brawl," he quips, turning to round the couch and settle in front of it before reaching for the blue controller discarded on the coffee table.

     Huh?

     You watch him start up the game and move through selections. Shuffling toward the back of the couch, you place your hands on it. He wants to hang out? Now that he found out you'd been dumped. Nari's away, so he's falling into stride, you think to yourself. You sigh. You should be grateful. Instead, you feel like a burden.

     "Um, Bin..." you murmur, "You don't have to do this..."

     "Do what?" he asks without looking back. "I'm not going easy on you, if that's what you mean. And I'm using Kirby - nonnegotiable."

     Your heart melts a little as your eyes rest on him. He's always been a good guy, and it was like him to do this sort of thing - look out for someone when they were feeling low. Leaving simply because you don't feel worthy of his care and attention risks hurting him more than you.

     You slowly slip out of your shoes and cross into the living room, retrieving a red controller from atop the console before sinking onto the carpet beside him. You toggle through your choices before landing on Link. Changbin glances over at you disparagingly. 

     "Link sucks."

     "Kirby sucks."

     "Hey!" Changbin, practically shouts in your ear, "Don't insult my widdle cutie guy..."

     You grimace theatrically at the baby talk.

     "Don't ever do that again."

     "Or what?" Changbin challenges as he immediately unleashes a combo move that has your character hurtling toward the edge of the battle stage.

     You hop around, avoiding him and trying out different button combos. It's been forever since you played this game. Your ex had been a Halo enthusiast. You were never big on first person shooters, but you tried to get into it for his sake. He hadn't the patience to help you learn, though, and after a couple of sessions of grimaces and apologies on your behalf mumbled into his headset, he'd stopped taking you up on your offers to join him. 

     Kirby darts back and forth across the screen after you on stubby pink legs. Eventually you get the hang of things and are returning his attacks, though he easily bests you in an embarrassingly short sequence of moves.

     "Sorry, I'm no good at video games," you mumble apologetically. 

     The smug look falls from Changbin's face.

     "Why are you sorry?" he raises a brow, dropping his controller into his lap, a little smile still playing on his lips.

     You shrug. His smile fades.

     "Who says you're no good?"

     Shit.

     You shift your focus to the screen and toggle for a new character.

     "Best two out of three."

     You can feel his eyes still on you as you opt for Princess Peach.  

     Two out of three turns into five out of eight, and around eleven out of twenty, the doorbell rings. When Changbin turns in surprise toward the sound, you take the opportunity to deliver a critical blow, winning your first match of the night. He rolls his eyes as you giggle wickedly and moves to answer the door.

     You pull your phone from your pocket reflexively to check the socials you've deleted, before sighing and tossing it across the room to land on the carpet with a thud.

     "Did you just throw your phone?" 

     Glancing over your shoulder, you catch him shooting you a quizzical look over a stack of pizza boxes tall enough to feed a small army. Clambering to your feet you trail after him into the kitchen.

     "You do have plans, you liar!" you elbow him as he opens the top box and pulls out a slice, hissing as the melted cheesy overflow burns the tips of his fingers.

     "Ow!" he snaps up a napkin and cradles it under the steaming piece of pizza, shaking his other hand before holding up his fingers in front of you.

     "Blow on 'em," he whines.

     You raise your eyebrows.

     "You're joking."

     He pouts and you want to laugh. This big, grown man is seriously going to give you the lip right now?

     "That's what you get for having no patience, Bin..." you tsk disapprovingly. 

     He lets out a little disappointed sigh.

     "Meanie..." he grumbles, and lets his hand fall.

     You return your focus to the obscene amount of food now stacked on Nari's kitchen table. 

     "So, I'm sure people are going to start showing up, so I'm just gonna..."

     Changbin hands you a paper plate with two slices of pizza and heads to the fridge where he fishes out two more beers. You stare at the plate in your hand.

     "I...Bin..." 

     "What, you don't like sweet potato?" he asks with a smirk, cracking open a can and handing it to you. 

     You blink at him in confusion. 

     "Please enjoy this meal compliments of Han Jisung, who never remembers to update the address on his delivery app. Now, load up on pizza and let’s get back to it because I'm not trying to let you act like you came out on top from winning that last match on a fluke."

     You scoff at his last remark. Watching him pile several slices onto his plate, you take a bite of yours. It tastes good, and you realize as it hits your stomach that you haven't eaten all day. When was the last time you ate a real meal? When was the last time you wanted one? 

     "Noona?" 

     Changbin's voice makes you realize you had zoned out and when you blink up at him, there's just nine inches of disposable dinnerware between you. His lips are pursed and his eyes trace your features, their gaze gentle but searching. 

    "You alright?" he asks.

     There it is again; the concern. He isn't just checking in. His voice is soft and low, like his eyes. As a rule, Changbin's voice is strong, resonant - saying everything from his chest without even trying. So when he's gentle, when he pulls himself back...

    "Do you miss that guy?" he murmurs.

     "No!" 

You say it so quickly.

     Changbin nods.

     "I'm just..." Fuck, why are you suddenly so emotional? "I think I'm...adjusting. Y'know?"

     He nods again slowly. Then he reaches up and touches your face, dragging his thumb over the side of your mouth and suddenly your brain waves flat-line. Your eyes widen and your lips part, but before you can even process what's happening, he drops his hand to swipe it on a napkin.

     "Had sauce on your face," he mumbles, and you can't read his.

     His mouth is tugged up in a small smile but somehow it looks sad, and his eyes look like they're still asking a question that was never really answered. Before you can consider any further, he picks up his plate and heads back toward the living room.

     You follow him, still half in your head.

     When you sit down next to him, there's something hanging unspoken in the foot and a half of space between your bodies. Something has shifted, gone taut. 

     Shit, had you made him uncomfortable? Why had you stared at him like a weirdo when he...wait, he touched you...

     Your eyes shift over to where he sits beside you. He runs a hand through the wavy hair over his ear. Has he always been so beautiful? He turns quick enough to catch you staring and you put your plate out of your lap. The pizza smells so good but suddenly you can't touch it.

     Changbin initiates another round, which you lose in record time. Your stomach grumbles.

     "You better eat if you're going to have any hope of beating me again," he goads, finishing off his third slice to abandon the crust with the others on his plate before launching another game.

     "I had enough," you deflect, pushing your plate toward him.

     "You took two bites."

     "I need to cut back."

     "Like...go on a diet?"

     "Yeah."

     His brows furrow and his tongue slips between his lips as he sends Kirby into a hammer flip that lands as a critical hit and you wince.

"What have you eaten today?"

"What?"

     "You heard me."

     "I...I don't know. I..."

     Your stomach twists. The hunger is there, but so is the anxiety. The fear of being judged for eating too much or too quickly or...

     The game pauses. Your plate slides back toward you over the carpet.

     "The rest of that piece. Or whatever else you want. But something." 

     His voice is gentle but firm. You sigh.

     "Fine," you murmur, grabbing the half-eaten slice.

     You take a bite, and slowly raise your eyes to his as they regard you patiently.

     "Sorry," you mumble, covering your mouth, shifting away from him.

     "Why now?"

     "I make gross noises when I eat."

     "What? No you d-" 

     A hand tugs at your elbow. When you look back toward him his handsome face holds so many things, and you watch as they take turns seizing his features. Horror...pity...anger.

     "Who told you that?" he asks lowly, but it doesn't sound like a question. "Noona..."

     He squeezes your elbow.

     You feel everything you've been shoving down in your chest begin to well up. 

Fuck, no! 

Your lip trembles.

He's shifting to face you.

You shake your head and press your eyes shut.

Your hand is encompassed in a larger one.

     "It's lies, all of it," Changbin whispers with desperate conviction...and your dam breaks.

     He pulls you into his arms as you sob with abandon. One of his hands encircles your waist tugging you against his broad, warm chest, and the other slips to brush tenderly over your nape as you tuck your face into his neck. 

     "He's a liar...shhhh...he's a lying piece of shit," he insists earnestly, into your hair. "You're perfect. He's the one who needs to fix himself. You're so, so perfect." 

     Perfect? You let your heart hold the word in its palm for one precious moment before pushing it away. Your heart had never been one to accept gifts it didn't think it deserved.

     You weep and weep in his strong arms until you run out of tears, and then he holds you while you breathe. As the catharsis of your breakdown begins to settle in, you wonder at the comedown - a softer, warmer one than you've ever known – and you consider the loveliness that has broken your fall.

     Soft and firm, everywhere he touches you. And warm. So warm. Not just the heat radiating from his body like a furnace – the velvet rasp of his voice, the absolute and unfaltering nature of his embrace.

     Your hands move tentatively against his back. Soft cotton stretches and bunches between your fingers over his sturdy frame. Where your face is pressed to his collar every breath draws in a comforting combination of detergent and cologne. When you close your eyes and sigh, letting your weight sink against him further, you feel his arms tighten in response. 

     "Sorry," you croak feebly.

     "Stop," he implores you, "Every time you apologize, I want to sock that guy in the face."

     "I...I'm so stupid, I didn't even really realize..."

     "No," his arms squeeze you again, "He had your trust. It was his job to protect you."

     Protected. That's how you feel right now. Safe. So, so safe. Letting him hold you and reassure you felt good...it felt right. But yet again, the voice in your mind that liked to remind you how much of a burden you always were speaks up in a sickly whisper.

     You pull yourself slowly from his arms and off his lap. Drawing yourself up to stand, you wipe your hot cheeks, puffy red eyes finding his like the needle of a compass. Unprepared for what awaits you in his gaze, your knees nearly give out beneath you.

     Changbin is looking up from where he kneels before you, the yearning in his eyes unchecked as they burn with  an unasked question and an unspoken promise.

     "I should go," you whisper, barely able to form the words.

     "Don't," he says, standing.

     "If I stay I'll just wreck your night," you mumble.

     "You could never," he insists, lips tugging into a little smile. His eyes are still pleading.

     "Changbin..." you breathe, suddenly drowning again in the fizzy serotonin his words ignite in your chest. "You don't want..."

     "You let me be the judge of what I want."

     His hands find your arms and he pulls you in. There are centimeters between you. His eyes rest on your lips. Your heart hammers in your ears as your brain begins to malfunction the way it had when he touched your face...

     "D-do I have something on my-"

     Mouth? His.

    The whole of your being floods with something beautiful and ineffable at the touch of his lips and no voice, no doubt, no force in the world could be stronger than the one that pulls you into him. Your arms fly up to wrap around his neck and tug yourself impossibly closer. His hands drop to your waist, pressing desperately in kind, and your bodies mold together. You flush with heat, sparks igniting in your belly and skittering through your veins as his lips move against yours. He stumbles back, pulling you with him as his knees buckle at the edge of the couch, and your body spills over his lap.

Your fingers card into his hair.

His hands drop to the back of your hips.

Your tongue brushes his bottom lip.

He moans.

     At the gorgeous, deep sound from his chest, you pull back, fighting the smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth. What the fuck is happening right now? You don't get much time to consider as his head falls against the backrest and his eyes flutter open.

     "Sorry," he grins bashfully. The tips of his ears burn pink.

     "Now who's apologizing for no reason?" you tease, pressing your hands to his chest.

     He smiles so sweetly in return you feel you might physically melt. And then the smile fades and the lids of his eyes grow heavy and he leans up to claim your mouth.

     His lips taste the same as a moment ago, but their press is slower, hungrier. His hands are powerful and assertive as they hook under your thighs and pull your hips flush against his own in a single tug. You gasp softly against his lips and you feel his smirk. You feel his smirk and something else - something beginning to press up into your ass through your jeans.

     Licking into his mouth, you push down, grinding your hips over his in a slow, deliberate undulation. The groan that falls from his lips unlocks something inside of you that needs to know every sound he makes and how to elicit them. Your mouth drops to his neck.

     Suddenly, he's gripping your waist and pivoting to lay you on the cushions, slotting himself between your legs. You're still dizzy from the sudden rush of movement, when your legs curl around his hips and over his ass and–

     A loud buzzing from the coffee table has you mourning the press of Changbin's lips to your throat as he glances at the caller ID. 

     "Shit!" he scrambles to sit up, hand still gripping your thigh above your knee when he presses the phone to his ear.

     "Hey," he runs a hand through his hair. "What? Nothing. No, I didn't forget. I will, I will."

     You recognize his tone of voice. There could only be one person on the other end of the line. You sit up, your head beginning to clear as the reality of the situation washes over you.

     "Okay, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Be safe. Love you." 

Changbin presses the end-call button and tosses the phone onto the cushion beside him. He leans back against the couch and claps his hand against your leg with a sigh.

     "She really knows how to wreck a moment for me."

     You crack a wry smile.

     "I mean, it's probably for the best that we don't desecrate your sister's couch."

     His eyes widen as horror, disgust, and amusement wage war across his features. You burst into a fit of giggles. He feigns a gag. You laugh so hard that you snort.

     "S-sorry," you clap your hand over your mouth, still tittering while your ears heat in embarrassment.

     Changbin's face softens again. He reaches for your hand and pulls it from your face, threading his fingers through yours.

     "Cut it out."

     "What? I can't be embarrassed about snorting like a pig?"

     "No. It's cute," he smirks.

     "It is not!"

     "Mhm. Everything you do is cute."

     He glances over at you, a lopsided smirk on his perfect lips, his eyes sparkling. He means it.

     You fluster, gaze dropping to your enjoined hands, and concentrate on tracing little patterns on the back of his with your thumb. He sighs.

     "Wanna watch a movie?"

     The request takes you by surprise and your heart squeezes. If it was any other guy, the night would have been over. For the fourth time tonight, you had been about to head for the door, and for the fourth time, Changbin makes you feel wanted. So you stay.

     You grab a big, fluffy blanket from the basket in Nari's room, and when you return, Changbin has the lights dimmed and Your Name ready to go on the TV. You smile as you settle in beside him, tossing half the blanket over his widespread legs.

     "We don't have to watch this just because it's my favorite, you know," you insist, but he shakes his head.

     "Taki's ma' boy," he smirks, shooting you a glance as he presses play on the remote.

     You're not quite sure what it means, but you feel your heart skip a beat just the same.

You love this movie. You love that you've seen it enough times that you can talk through it. You love that Changbin is more than willing to talk over the film himself. You're not certain when it happened, but by halfway through the movie his arm is stretched out behind your shoulders and your head rests on his bicep.

     "Do you remember seeing this together in the theater?" he asks suddenly, tilting his head toward yours.

     You grin.

     "You cried and Nari gave you shit about it," you recall.

     "You bailed me out. Told her all the sniffling was you. Never even teased me about it either."

     Changbin smiles down at you, his eyes sentimental.

     Butterflies flutter their delicate wings in your ribcage. How does he make you feel this way?

Your eyes dip to his lips for a moment. Sighing, you nuzzle into his shoulder, hiding your face as much as seeking his warmth. His arm slips off the back of the couch to curl around your shoulders and pull you into his side. The movie plays on.

     When the credits roll, Changbin stretches and yawns, and watching him it dawns on you that, working at a fitness center, he's an especially early riser.

     "We should call it a night," you offer, standing and stretching yourself, but you're tugged back down into Changbin's lap, yelping as you topple onto him.

     His arms encircle your hips as he regards you with a sleepy grin.

     "What, do I live here now?" you tease.

     "Stay the night," he urges, tightening his arms around you. "You really want to drive back now?"

     You chew your lip, eyes tracing over his face. This is all more than a bit unreal, and you haven't given yourself even one second to process what's happening, lest you utterly panic. All you know right now is that your little ship had been sinking and he had hauled you into a lifeboat. Everything outside of him seems like a raging sea.

     You nod.

     "Okay," you whisper, combing his hair away from his forehead. “I’ll stay.” 

     His eyes dip shut at your touch and the butterflies flutter gently once more.

     A few minutes later, you take Nari's room and slip into a pair of her cotton shorts, which do basically nothing to contain your ass, and tug on a plain white tee that stretches snugly over your torso. How a big guy like Changbin could have emerged from the same genetic pool as his teeny tiny sister was beyond you. As you glance in the mirror, your heart sinks. You don't like how the tight fit is pressing you out everywhere you're most self-conscious. But, they are just pajamas, and they're all you have at your disposal.

     As you're about to head into the master bathroom to finish your nightly routine, you remember that the toothbrush and toiletries you keep on hand at Nari's are in the little half-bath attached to the guest room. You groan, glancing at yourself again in the mirror, and pull a blanket around yourself before crossing the hall.

     Hoping Changbin hasn’t yet fallen asleep, you knock hesitantly on the door. You hear the bed creak before the door opens to reveal a head of mussed hair and hands scrubbing over bleary eyes. But it's not what you notice. Your apology for rousing him dies on your lips as your eyes glue themselves to his bare chest. Blinking dumbly, your eyes climb from his soft stomach subtly rippling with the presence of strong abdominals up to a pair of impressive pecs with wide-set, dusky nipples. His flannel pajama pants settle at his hips, accentuating how his body broadens as it rises from his waist to his full chest and wide shoulders flanked by bulging biceps. Thick. He's so fucking thick you could bi-

     "...Noona?" he rumbles, his voice husky from sleep. "What's wrong?"

     "Nothing...sorry..." you rush out, ripping your gaze up to his. "My toothbrush is in your room – I mean! in your bathroom. That's where I usually stay, so...but I didn't think you'd be asleep. Sorry, I can just..." 

     He rubs over one of his eyes with his palm as he steps aside.

     "You can grab it."

     Right. You shuffle in awkwardly, trying not to step on the blanket dragging around your feet. As you cross the dark room, you try not to dwell on the rumpled sheets of the bed that speak of his body having lain between them, or the soft smell of his cologne hanging in the air. You quickly retrieve the little toiletry bag and, as you move to squeeze past Changbin at the door, he eyes the fluffy shroud you're clutching to your chest.

     He raises a sleepy eyebrow.

     "I'm sure Nari has pants you could..."

     "I'm wearing pants!" you bluster, "They just...don't fit."

      You move out of the doorway to make your way back to your room, but a hand cups the side of your face and turns it as soft lips meet your forehead. 

     "Good night, noona," he murmurs with a little smile before retreating back into his room.

     You stand in the hall, staring at his door, the butterflies absolutely aflurry.

     Despite your best efforts, you can't sleep. Your mind is full of the last five hours. Full of Changbin.

     He had kissed you. You had kissed him back. And it had felt...

     You roll from your side to your back, sighing up at the dark ceiling. You chew on your lip as you remember breaking down and his arms around you. You would usually feel regretful and ashamed after baring yourself like that to someone. You despised moments of weakness. But you couldn't bring yourself to hate the moments in his arms. You didn't regret them. In fact, you wanted him to hold you again. You wanted to feel vulnerable in his hands, and you wanted him to keep you safe.

     You feel heat rush up from your neck as you recognize these feelings.

     You must be absolutely shameless, you conclude in wonder. You should be freaking out right now - this was Changbin, for Christ's sake – Nari's brother! You should be wondering what happens next, and what all of it means...but even so you can’t bring yourself to care. All your mind can focus on is how his arms felt like waking up after a nightmare to song birds and soft sunlight.

     After an hour or so of tossing and turning, the salty pizza from dinner has you parched and slipping out to the kitchen for a drink. You pull a glass from the cupboard and fill it at the fridge, gulping down the contents to refill it again. Suddenly, you feel two strong arms snake around your waist and you start, sloshing your water and smacking the back of your head into the man holding you. You hastily set your glass down and turn in his arms as he lets out a groan, one of his hands releasing you as it flies up to cup the front of his face in pain.

     "Bin, oh my god! Are you okay? You scared me!" you chide with a chuckle as you reach up to push his hand away and brush the tips of your fingers across his nose. 

    He pouts down at you and you smile.

     "Did I wake you?"

     He huffs.

     "Yeah. To get your toothbrush. Then I couldn't go back to sleep."

     "Sorry," you groan, still stroking over where you had struck his face. "Does it hurt?" 

     He nods.

     "Kiss it better," he mumbles cutely.

     You roll your eyes, but lift your lips to comply when suddenly he interrupts the motion with the soft press of his mouth to yours. It's slow and sweet, and you're struck all over again with how quickly you melt at his touch - a sensation you cannot imagine ever growing accustomed to, but to which you are fairly certain you are in danger of growing entirely addicted.

     "Bin..." you whisper against his lips, "Bin, what are we-"

     "Liar," he murmurs, pulling back.

     Your mouth parts in confusion as you stare up at him, still drunk on his lips.

     "You said the clothes didn't fit. You should wear this all the time," he smirks as he squeezes low on your waist.

     Your cheeks heat as you remember what you're wearing, but you don't have long to be anxious over it as he presses his lips to your nose...the corner of your mouth...your jaw. You tremble as you lean into him, fingers splaying over his warm, bare chest.

     "Let me show you," he whispers against your skin.

     "Sh-show me...what...?"

     He draws back, pressing his forehead to yours.

     "How perfect you are."

     You still, eyes flicking up to his. They're dark and tender and pleading. You let out a little shuddering breath.

     "I...you don't have t-"

     His arms hold you closer, gentle but insistent.

     "Let me," he whispers, the tip of his handsome nose brushing over the dip of your cupid's bow. "Please. I want to."

     You swallow, eyes dropping to his lips. You want it too, you find. You want his hands and lips and eyes all over you, bringing warmth everywhere they meet your aching body. You nod and take his lips again with yours. 

     "Yeah?" he murmurs against them.

     "Yeah," you breathe, slipping a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair.

     He groans in response, deepening the kiss as he licks at your parted lips and when your tongues brush, sparks burst in your belly. You feel it all slipping, the masks, the walls - every barrier you hold up to shield yourself from not being enough. His arms are strong and his lips are tender and you can't focus on anything but the perfection of being so utterly held.

     His mouth moves to caress your jaw, under your ear, down the column of your neck, and suddenly you feel the edge of the counter pressing into the small of your back. His hands grip your waist and he hitches you onto the tiled surface with ease. It's cold against your bare legs, but you don't have more than a second to register the discomfort as Changbin nudges his way between your knees. He runs his hands over your thighs as his eyes trail from your panting lips to your lightly heaving chest.

     You feel your nipples pebble under his gaze and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with mischief as he runs a hand up your side, over your shirt, to rest under the swell of your breast. He flicks a thumb over the hardened bud and you whimper and jump. He laughs softly, his smirk spreading into a full smile as he squeezes your breast and brings his eyes to yours.

     "Your pretty body likes me, noona," he puffs proudly, massaging you deftly through the soft cotton of the tee.

     You don't have a witty retort. Your body likes him so much that it frightens you. And with the deep affection you already feel, have long felt, for him...

     You reach to gently tangle your hand again in his coarse, dark curls. He glances up, a sweet little smirk tugging at his pretty lips again. 

     "Bin..." you sigh.

     "Hmm?" he hums as he slips his hands to your bottom and tugs you forward so that you're flush against him.

     You dip your head and your lips ghost his.

     "Nothing," you whisper, and you kiss him again. Again and again.

     His hands slide from your ass to slip beneath your shirt at your lower waist and he kneads the soft flesh above your hips.

     "So soft. Feels so good," he groans into your mouth.

     You moan as the walls of your pussy contract. You're beginning to ache, beginning to drip – and his words seem to affect you as intensely as his touch.

     He moves his lips to latch onto the soft skin of your neck and suck, his hands bunching your shirt up and up until his mouth pops free from your skin and he's pulling the thin garment over your head and tossing it aside. The cool air pricks your skin and you become keenly aware, for the briefest moment, that you are sitting on your best friend's kitchen counter, stripped down to her sleep shorts, with her brother between your thighs. As your brain races to decide whether to find that incredibly arousing or absolutely panic-inducing, Changbin's cherry lips rewire your neurological pathways in favor of the former when they close around your right nipple. Your head lolls back, colliding with the cabinet door and it clatters. 

     "Shit..." you hiss softly, threading your hands into his hair and gripping it by the roots.

     Your eyes slip shut and you focus on the sensation of his warm tongue slipping over the peaks of your breasts, his strong, smooth palms cupping and caressing. And then you feel his little puffs of breath and the nudge of his nose at the valley of your chest as he groans and smushes your tits up to meet his face. 

     "I fucking live here now," he mumbles into the globe of your breast, and despite the heat of the moment, you softly laugh. You laugh and you feel his smile pressed to your skin.

     Then suddenly he's pulling you into his arms in a bridal carry. You know he's strong, as you wrap your arms around his neck, but can't push away a pang of self-consciousness as he bears your weight. 

     "Bin, I'm so heavy..."

     "You're not."

     "I don't want you to..."

     "Stop it," comes his voice in a soft, deep command as he halts in his tracks to kiss you.

     He kisses you and kisses you until you believe that he could carry you until the end of time, and then he takes you into the guest bedroom and sits you gently on the bed. The bed with the mussed sheets that smell like him. The sheets that he's leaning you into as you push yourself to the middle of the bed while he hovers over the top of your body, his lips never leaving yours.

     As he sinks down over you, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress has warmth licking through your veins. You move your hands to caress over his broad back, feeling his muscles ripple beneath your fingers as he shifts to prop himself up on his elbow. You use the free space to trace your hand down his chest and abdomen until you reach the waistband of his pants. If he'd just push himself a few inches up you could...

     He pulls away, just barely breathless, and his eyes find yours. He reaches down with his right hand to pull yours gently from between your bodies and to his lips, before threading his fingers through yours and pressing your joined hands into the sheets beside your head.

     "I want to eat you out."

     He says it so simply, so confidently, and you can feel more arousal gush to join what's already begun to paint your inner thighs. 

     "Fuck..." you breathe, your fingers trembling in his grasp.

     "Can I?" he asks, kissing your lips softly again.

     For a moment you're afraid of what saying yes will mean, of the intimacy of it all, of the possibility that you won't measure up, someway, somehow, or maybe...that you will - and what in the world you would do with that level of acceptance...

     You let out a shaky sigh, as you hold his gaze. It arrests you and washes over you. You remember his eyes as he knelt on the living room floor, and all they pleaded with you to disbelieve, to unlearn. 

     Yes. Yes...If it's him, you want it, whatever it means.

     You surge forward, pressing your lips to his, your hands weaving through his hair, pulling him in. He lets out a tiny whimper as you devour him, kissing him with determined abandon until you have to come up for air.

     "Yes, Bin, yes," you shudder into his mouth as he pants over you. “Yes I want you to.”

In answer, he presses one last tender kiss to your lips before moving to kiss down your body. He moves slowly, but with purpose, pressing an adoring mouth to every part of you that’s bared. He kisses your ear, your neck, your collarbones…he moves over your shoulders and down your right arm to the tip of each finger. He kisses your breasts and down your stomach. He kisses your belly button, and over your hips and down your left thigh. He kisses the inside of your knee, and bends your leg to kiss over your calf and down to your ankle. 

You can barely watch him, as he brushes his lips over you, but he flicks his eyes up to yours so often you don’t dare look away. There is something flickering in his gaze, something like a challenge - daring you to contradict, to doubt what he seeks to impress upon you - and you begin to feel something strange and new. Something you’d never found at the touch of a lover, blooming in your chest and unfurling like a proud little flower under the sun: the strong, heady beauty of esteeming yourself worthy of his desire. It terrifies you a bit, and the ugly voice that has heckled you so often tries to cast doubt, but Changbin’s lips and hands are too persistent and assured for the harbinger in your mind to linger long. And the tidal wave of lovely feelings crashing over you threatens to destroy the shabby prison your heart has lingered in for so long.

Changbin lays his head on your thigh as he brings his hand off the other to cup your pussy over the softness of your shorts. His groan is nearly as loud as yours when he rubs over your mound, and it makes you impossibly wetter. He’s so unabashed and liberal with reacting to what he enjoys, and he is clearly enjoying you as much as he ever has anything.

He moves to bring his face to your clothed cunt, hovering over you for a nanosecond to catch your eyes as he mouths down over you. Your jaw drops open, and when his teeth scrape dully over your clit, your hips jerk and you fist the sheets. Changbin pulls back with a smirk, and sits back on his knees between your legs. He pulls one of your legs up to lean against his shoulder as his hands instinctively knead over the muscles of your calf and thigh.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, with a little smile.

You nod with one of your own.

“I’m gonna lift you, okay? You can hold onto my legs, but I’ll have you, so don’t worry.”

You bite your lip and nod, suddenly a little shy. Look at him. Where did he get all this confidence?

He drops your leg briefly to tug off your shorts and panties, cursing at how wet you are, and gently slipping two fingers to brush between your glistening lips and over your clit. You gasp at the sensation - his fingers deft, his touch soft but firm where you ache for him. And then, suddenly, he is sliding your legs back up to rest against his chest and shoulders. His hands slip down to your hips and he effortlessly tugs your ass over the incline of his thighs and flush with his abdomen. Your heart starts to thrum in your chest. His body is warm and sturdy against the soft plush of your ass. Heat floods your cheeks when you sense a slickness against him where your arousal has begun to smear against his stomach. He, however, is far less bashful. Widening the gap between your thighs, he dips his head down, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck…" he murmurs, squeezing your legs where he holds them. 

When he raises his eyes to yours again, they’re unlike you’ve ever seen. They’re dark and hungry and hooded in a way that nearly intimidates you. His expression is full of heat, and manly in its sudden gravity. He watches you as he slips his thumbs under your waist and, slowly with strong hands, pulls your hips up beneath his chin. Your legs bend at the knees and drape around the crown of his head. Your spine curves where your upper back is flush with his thighs, your arm on either side of his kneeling form, and as he embraces you tightly around the hips and waist, you feel nearly every ounce of your weight suspended in his hold. The blood rushes to your head where it lays against the mattress, your neck curving just shy of his knees, offering a clear view of his gorgeous face as he wastes no time in pressing his open mouth to your labia. 

Your core muscles flex in response, hips pressing higher against him as you feel ripples of exquisite pleasure trickle through your body from above. The smooth muscle of his tongue slips past your entrance and begins fucking into you. Your head swims, the slightest dizzying restriction of oxygen dampening your ability to focus on anything but the bliss of his hot, wet mouth. Being tasted has never felt this intense. You whimper, your hands reaching around his body to find purchase on his muscular ass. You feel the press of his throbbing erection into your back as his tongue fucks unhurriedly into you. He’s rock hard, and all for you. From the sight of your naked body, the feel of you in his hands, the taste of you on his tongue. From the sounds pouring off of your lips as he worships your sex. 

Your legs begin to shake. You’re so totally in his hands. He holds you, lavishes you, consumes you. Nothing stands between you and ecstasy, and you can feel your climax fast approaching as pleasure ebbs and flows like a crashing tide on the rhythm of his firm, languid strokes.

"Ch-Changbin! Nhhh!" you mewl, you voice throaty and muffled from your position. 

He growls against you and you nearly cum then. One of his hands drops to squeeze the soft mound of your right breast. Your cheeks burn, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead and neck. You can feel your pussy throbbing - hot and sticky and swollen with stimulation - as he devours it like the flesh of ripened fruit. His lips encircle your clit and suckle as the tip of his tongue flicks over the erect peak of your bud.

And then it all goes white. You lose all sense but feeling as you rock your hips up to meet him, the tension in your abdominals adding sinfully to the fluttering pulsating of your pussy. There’s nothing but you and him and his arms around you and his mouth against the most intimate parts of you as your orgasm washes over you in electrifying slow-motion, pulling you under a tidal wave of bliss for what seems like an eternity. Your lips part in a silent scream of his name, your eyes pressed shut, as he works you through the longest and most intense climax your body has ever experienced.

You feel him place one last sweet, gentle kiss to your cunt before moving the hand on your breast to one of your thighs as he guides you back down onto the bed. You’re panting and boneless as you watch him draw an arm over his cum-slicked chin and cheeks. For a moment he simply looks down at you, a victorious air about him as his eyes trace your sated features and his gorgeous chest heaves with labored breath, then he crawls forward on the bed, stretching himself out on his side next to you, his body flush with your own. He slips his hand over the soft skin of your belly and rubs it soothingly as he watches you with a little grin.

“You good?” he asks in a raspy murmur.

You reach for his face, bringing it to yours as you kiss him with what wherewithal you have. You pull away, still breathless.

“Am I good? Seo Changbin, I think I could fly.”

His answering smile is so filled with joy and pride and affection that you think you truly may have sprouted wings. You roll to your side to press yourself against him, your hand tugging at the waistband of his pajamas, but he takes your hand again in his.

“Not tonight.”

“Why?”

“Tonight is yours.”

“Bin…”

“I’m yours.”

You blink up at him, his head resting on his hand, his eyes sparkling and soft.

“If you’ll have me,” he raises your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “You don’t have to answer right now. I know you’re going through a lot, and this is all…new.” 

He smiles again, glancing down as his features take on a boyish shyness.

  “But I care for you. And, however things work out,” his eyes lock with yours again, “I’ll always protect you.” 

Your heart stands still. There are things that are too deeply lovely for words to be wasted on them. Any words but three - three that are already deeply true, but which have begun to mean something beautiful and different tonight, burying themselves like a little seed in your heart that needs time to grow. So for now you let yourself cry tears that fall like raindrops in the sunlight, and drift to sleep with the steady beat of Changbin’s heart.

“Ay!” Nari’s voice cuts through the din of chatter as her hand shoots out to narrowly prevent a fellow patron from snagging the chair beside her. “Sorry, seats are taken.”

She takes a sip of her beer and stretches her short legs as far as they will reach across the two empty chairs beside her.

“The guys are gonna have to hustle if they’re gonna sit with us,” she says reproachfully, dark brows rising as her eyes scan the venue for the bodies that belong in the seats you have been desperately attempting to reserve for the last hour.

The Eight Ball is crowded to bursting, and you scan the stage for signs of the evening’s openers. Checking your phone, you find that it’s nearly eight. You also find a text that brings a smirk to your lips.

“What?”

You glance up at Nari, who’s staring at you suspiciously.

“Nothing…” you mumble, flipping your phone back over onto the table. You sip your cocktail through a straw.

“Are you texting him?”

You nearly choke on your drink.

“What? Who?”

“You know who,” Nari mocks, narrowing her eyes at you. “The jerkwad.”

“Oh my god, Nari, no!” you sigh, as your phone buzzes again. 

She glances at it.

“Then what was with the look? Who are you…”

“Are these for us?” a voice belonging to a smiling, dimpled young man in a black hoodie with a matching beanie pulled over his head saves you from further explanation.

“Jesus, Chris, finally,” Nari admonishes as he takes the seat next to you, pulling her legs off the remaining chairs to free them up for the other two men that follow behind him. 

The freckled blond pulls Nari into a side hug which she returns, booping his nose before leaning across him to peer menacingly at his friend.

“Yo, Jisung,” she barks, “If you’re gonna order several hundred pizzas, how about taking some with you next time? My fridge is still stuffed.”

The young man blinks wide, surprised eyes at her before his brain catches up with her scolding.

“Sorry, but it wasn’t my fault!” he insists poutingly. “I ordered them because Changbin asked me to and then he canceled gaming weekend ‘cause he had a girl over.” he grumbles, causing the other two to snicker.

“Nice,” Chris giggles.

This time you do choke.

Your eyes fly to your best friend, watching the barrage of questions bubbling up on her face when a voice cuts through the din, silencing the crowd and unknowingly saving himself for the time being.

“Good evening, Eight Ballers!” Changbin rasps into his mic as Hyunjin waves, as ridiculously beautiful as ever, beside him.

You look at Changbin’s eyes.

They’re bright and confident and determined. You smile and cheer when he finishes introductions. As the band hits the first few notes of the opening number, his gaze finds yours, and it’s full of so many things.

His eyes sparkle with seven days worth of secrets – of waking up to your eyes and arms, of a weekend of nothing but bare bodies and hearts, of weeknight phone calls until the wee hours of the morning…of a new way of caring for each other that you’ll eventually tell the others, but that is just yours for now.

As you look at him, so full of adoration, you hope you can offer him even a fraction of the new world he’s only just begun to share with you – and the reflection you see a little more beautifully each day in the light of his eyes.

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The front door to your apartment opening wakes you from your cat nap on the sofa. You rub your eyes and look up to see your boyfriend walking in.

“I didn’t mean to wake you baby.” Changbin says softly and apologetically. He’s in a black compression shirt, the tightness of it leaving nothing to the imagination, black gym shorts and his hair is curly and slightly puffy. He definitely just got back from the gym, his muscles looking phenomenal in the minimal clothing clinging to his body.

You sit up and stretch making a small noise that makes him giggle at your cuteness. “That’s okay I should get up anyway.” You can’t focus with how good he’s looking and you are openly staring at this point. His back is turned to you as he empties his gym bag, giving you a great view of his ass. There is a reason his members are always touching his ass, it’s so damn perfect.

Changbin turns around, oblivious to your obvious ogling of his body, and sets himself down next to you on the couch. Normally you’d give him a hard time about not showing before resting but your thoughts are occupied.

You climb into his lap and his eyes widen not expecting the action from you. You run your fingers through his short curly hair, getting caught on knots and detangling them gently as you go. His eyes softly fall shut and he hums letting his head fall onto the couch headrest.

“Hmm what did I do to deserve this?” He hums and rests his hands on your hips that are straddling him.

“Look delicious.” You say with no shame in a flirty tone. A smirk playing on your lips when he opens his eyes to look at you. His grip on your hips tightens slightly, not painful but firm.

You move one of your legs so now it rests between his thighs and you have your panty clad pussy pressed against his massive thigh. The pressure is enough to make your eyes roll back but you contain yourself and look him in the eye, it’s his move now.

“Oh? This is what you want? I would be more than happy to provide.” He says as he sits up. With the movement he pushes his thigh up and against you. You can’t hold back the moan that leaves you. You didn’t even know you wanted him this bad until he came home all sexy and sweaty from the gym, who told him to be so damn attractive.

He smiles mischievously at the sounds you make and grabs your hips to help you grind down into his thigh. His shorts have risen up and his warm skin is pressed hard against your core, your panties now soaked but the cloth helping with the delicious friction that every rut of your hips against him brings. You can feel every muscle in his thigh as you glide back and forth on him.

Changbin has his hands all over you, He’s pulled your shirt off and has his face buried between your tits, sucking and massaging the skin. His hands are on your waist and helping guide you with every rut of your hips against his thigh.

He slides his fingers down and pulls your underwear to the side so now your skin to skin, your wetness coats his thigh instantly and you moan out at the delectable feeling of his hot skin against your pussy.

"Come on baby I know you can do it, come for me, your so beautiful like this." His words go straight to your core and your starting to get sloppy with your movements. You can tell he's enjoying this as much as you are, his cock is fighting for freedom in his shorts.

Only a few more thrusts against his thigh and your clenching around air, stilling and shuddering on his leg, moaning so loud with your orgasm. He hold you upright and rubs your back and thigh while you let the waves pass over you.

When you catch your breath you look down at him, the look on his face is needy and you can tell he is craving you just as much as you needed him.

You get down on your knees in front of him, "I want more"

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paring: personal trainer¡changbin x fem¡reader

synopsis: changbin is a well known bodybuilder in your gym. so everyone wants to be his client, but he doesn’t do personal training—so he says.. though he only makes an exception for you.

genre: oneshot„ smut, non idol au.

wc: 2.9k

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warnings: gym sex, dom¡changbin, pwp, public sex, pussy eating, cum swallowing, rough sex, unprotected sex, (as you all should know wrap before you tap) choking, dirty talk, possessive kink, use of the name princess.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead and glance toward the weight rack, your legs already aching from the last set. The gym is buzzing as usual, but your eyes can’t help but wander to Changbin. Everyone knows him. How could they not? The broad shoulders, the sharp jawline, the way he moves like the weights are just an extension of his body. He’s untouchable.

And yet, here you are—his one and only exception.

“Take five,” he says, his deep voice pulling you out of your daze. He leans against the nearby bench, crossing his arms in a way that only highlights the definition in them. “You’re rushing your sets again.”

“I’m not rushing,” you argue, though the burn in your muscles says otherwise.

Changbin raises an eyebrow. “Really? Because your form says differently.”

You groan, sinking onto the bench beside him. He hands you a water bottle, and your fingers brush briefly, sending a jolt up your arm. You try to ignore it, but you know he doesn’t miss the way you fumble with the cap.

“You’re lucky I agreed to this,” he teases, his lips curving into that signature smirk.

“I didn’t ask for your help,” you shoot back, though the truth hangs in the air between you. You had asked. Hesitantly. Half-expecting him to shut you down like he did everyone else. But instead, he’d said yes.

His eyes soften slightly, and he leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “You didn’t have to. I wanted to.”

Your heart skips. He doesn’t look at you often like this—serious, vulnerable. The air feels heavier than the weights scattered across the floor.

“Why me?” you whisper before you can stop yourself.

Changbin exhales a small laugh, shaking his head like you just asked the most ridiculous question in the world. “Because,” he says, his gaze locking onto yours, “you’re not like the rest of them. You don’t want me for my name or my reputation. You just want… me.”

The words hang between you, wrapping around your heart and leaving you breathless.

“And I want you,” he adds quietly, his voice softer now. His hand brushes against yours on the bench, and this time, neither of you pulls away. “Not just here. Not just for this.”

Your chest tightens as his words sink in, and suddenly, the gym feels like the smallest place in the world.

“You know, this training thing?” He smirks again, but there’s a new warmth behind it. “It was just an excuse to spend more time with you.”

You don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything. Instead, you let the moment speak for itself as you lean closer, his breath mingling with yours, the scent of sweat and something distinctly him filling the air.

“Guess we’ll have to see where this goes,” you whisper, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing softly against the back of your hand. “Let’s see where it goes.”

He straightens suddenly, pulling you to your feet before you can ask what he’s doing. Without a word, he nods toward the locker rooms, a playful spark lighting up his eyes.

“Changbin?” you ask, confused.

“Follow me,” he says, his voice low and filled with something that sends heat rushing to your face.

You hesitate, glancing around the gym, but his hand is firm around yours as he guides you toward the shower area. Your heart pounds louder than your footsteps, every step feeling like a line you’re crossing—but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Once you’re inside, the sound of distant showers running and the hum of fluorescent lights fill the space. Changbin turns to face you, his expression softer now, his earlier teasing replaced with something deeper.

“I didn’t bring you here for anything crazy,” he says quietly, as though reading your mind. His hands slide up your arms, holding you steady. “I just wanted a moment with you. Somewhere quiet. Just us.”

His gaze drops to your lips, and you feel your breath hitch as the warmth of his hands spreads through you.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he murmurs, leaning closer until there’s barely any space between you.

And then his lips meet yours, slow and deliberate, as if he’s pouring everything he feels into the kiss. The world outside the locker room disappears, leaving only the heat of his touch, the strength of his hold, and the way your heart races to keep up.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet.

“Tell me this is okay,” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of the showers.

You nod, your voice trembling as you whisper back, “It’s more than okay.”

He smiles, his hands sliding down to intertwine with yours. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

His hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly as he pulls you closer, flush against his body. You can feel the hard muscles of his chest against yours, the heat radiating from him. His lips trail down your jawline, leaving a trail of soft kisses and nips.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Your core starts to heat up, just by his words.

He moves his lips to your neck, finding the sensitive spot just below your ear. He bites down gently, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour.

“Every time I see you, I just want to take you right then and there,” he growls, his words sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

He pushes you against the lockers, his body pressing against yours. His lips move back to yours, claiming them in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring and dominating. His hands slide under your shirt, gripping your boobs.

“You're mine,” he whispers against your lips, his voice possessive and fierce.

Changbin slowly drops to his knees in front of you, his hands moving down your body as he goes. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire and hunger. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down slowly. You moan at his actions.

“Changbin please”

“You're going to have to keep quiet, princess,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “We don't want anyone hearing us, do we?”

“No.. we don’t” you quietly say if not below a whisper

“Good girl” he says as he pulls your pants down completely, tossing them aside. He leans forward, his breath hot against your skin as he kisses your inner thighs. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he continues to tease you.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs, his lips moving higher and higher.

He reaches the apex of your thighs, his tongue darting out to tease your sensitive flesh. He looks up at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he begins to work his magic.

“I could do this all day,” he says, his voice muffled against you. “You're so responsive.”

“c..come on don’t tease me please” You moan out

“cute. a good girl, who’s also respectful” He begins kissing up your core, his tongue circling around your clit, slowly building up the tension in your body. He alternates between licking and sucking, drawing soft moans and gasps from your lips. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you spread open for him.

“You're so beautiful when you're like this,” he murmurs, his words sending vibrations through your body. “So desperate and needy for me.”

Changbin's tongue flicks against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You let out a moan, unable to control the sounds escaping your lips.

“Please... don't stop,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Changbin grins against you, sensing that you're close. He increases the pace of his tongue, working you relentlessly towards your peak. He knows exactly how to push your buttons, and he's doing it with expert precision.

“That's it, princess,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Let go for me.”

You feel the familiar coil of tension building in your core, your body tensing in anticipation. Changbin knows you're on the verge, and he doubles down his efforts.

“I can feel you getting close,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “Give in to it, baby.”

The coil snaps, and you let out a cry as your orgasm washes over you. Changbin holds you steady, his tongue working you through it as you shudder and tremble above him.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You did so well for me.”

Changbin doesn't pull away as you cum, instead continuing to lick and suck until he's swallowed every drop. When he finally pulls back, he looks up at you with a satisfied smirk.

“You taste so good,” he says, licking his lips.

The sight of him swallowing your cum is so damn sexy that you feel your core getting wetter again. You can feel the heat building up inside you once more, your body craving more of his touch.

Changbin's patience is wearing thin, and he's starting to get impatient. He spins you around, pushing you against the lockers with a rough shove.

“Enough of that,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “I need to be inside you, now.”

He slides down his pants, freeing his hard cock from its confines. He strokes it a few times, letting out a low groan as he prepares himself for you.

He lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your sensitive flesh. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire and dominance.

“You ready for me, princess?” he asks, his voice rough and demanding.

You nod eagerly, your body trembling with anticipation. You arch your back, presenting yourself to him, ready to be taken.

“Please, Binnie,” you beg, your voice breathless and needy. “I need you inside me.”

The nickname slips out of your mouth without you even realizing it, but it has an immediate effect on Changbin. He lets out a low growl, his grip on your hips tightening even further.

“Say that again,” he demands, his voice rough with need.

You look back at him over your shoulder, a sly smile on your face.

“Binnie,” you repeat, drawing out the word slowly. “Please, Binnie. I want you so bad.”

Changbin's eyes darken even further, and he lets out a primal growl as he slams into you in one swift motion. He buries himself to the hilt, filling you completely.

“That's it,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he begins to move. “You're mine, and you'll always be mine.”

You cry out as he starts to thrust, the sound echoing through the locker room. You press your forehead against the cool metal of the lockers, trying to ground yourself as he pounds into you from behind.

“Y-yours,” you manage to gasp out, your body already overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.

Changbin's movements become rougher and more demanding as he loses himself in the moment. He pulls you back against him, one hand wrapping around your throat as he holds you in place. He doesn't apply too much pressure, but the feeling of his hand around your neck is enough to send shivers down your spine.

As he continues to pound into you, you can feel your body responding to his dominance. Your pussy squeezes his cock, clenching around him tightly as if trying to pull him even deeper inside you.

Changbin lets out a strangled moan as he feels your pussy tighten around him. He tightens his grip on your throat, his fingers digging into your skin.

“Fuck, princess,” he growls, his breath hot against your ear. “You're so tight...so perfect for me.”

You whimper as he tightens his grip on your throat, the sensation of being held in place by him adding to the already overwhelming pleasure. You can barely form coherent thoughts, your mind consumed by the feeling of him inside you.

“Y-yes,” you manage to gasp out. “I'm yours...yours to use...yours to do whatever you want...”

Changbin's pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approaches his climax. He releases your throat, his hand moving to grip your hair instead, pulling your head back.

“That's right,” he grunts, his lips finding your neck. “You belong to me, and I'll do whatever I want with you. You're mine to claim, mine to mark, mine to use however I please”

He nips and sucks at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving behind a trail of marks that will be visible for days to come. His breath is hot against your skin, his words sending shivers down your spine.

“You're mine, and everyone will know it,” he growls, his grip on your hair tightening as he continues to pound into you. “Every time you look in the mirror, you'll see my marks on you. You'll remember who you belong to.”

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body trembling with the force of your impending orgasm. Changbin's words and actions are driving you wild, and you can feel yourself giving in to his complete dominance over you.

“P-please,” you whimper, your voice hoarse from moaning and gasping. “I'm so close...please, let me cum...”

Changbin grins against your neck, his lips curving into a smirk as he feels your body tense up beneath him. He knows you're on the edge, and he's not about to give in so easily.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough and commanding. “You're going to hold it for me. You're going to wait until I say you can cum.”

You let out a frustrated whine, your body aching with need. You want to cum so badly, but you know that you have to obey his command.

“B-but I can't...” you protest, your voice shaking with desperation. “'m so close, Binnie...please, I can't hold it anymore...”

Changbin chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying your struggle to hold back your orgasm. He slows his pace slightly, prolonging the torture as he continues to tease you.

“You can and you will,” he says firmly, his hand tightening in your hair. “You're going to be a good girl and hold it for me until I give you permission. Understand?”

You nod frantically, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. You're so desperate to cum, but you don't want to disappoint him. You bite your lip, trying to focus on anything other than the pleasure building up inside you.

“Y-yes, I understand,” you gasp out, your voice trembling. “I'll be good...I'll wait for you...”

Changbin's breathing becomes ragged as he nears his own release. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as he fights to hold back.

“Fuck, I'm so close,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he struggles to maintain his rhythm. “I need to come, princess can I cum inside of you?”

You whimper at his question, the thought of him filling you with his cum sending another wave of pleasure through your body. You're desperate for it, desperate to feel him release inside you.

lY-yes,” you gasp out, your voice pleading. “Please, cum inside me, Binnie..”

Changbin lets out a low growl at your response, his control slipping further away with each passing moment. He picks up the pace again, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he chases his own release.

“You're going to be so full of me,” he pants, his words sending shivers down your spine.

Changbin's grip on your hair tightens even more, and he suddenly pulls your head back, forcing you to look up at him.

“Now, princess,” he growls, his eyes dark with lust. “Cum for me. I want to feel you clench around me as I fill you up.”

His words are all it takes to push you over the edge. You cry out his name as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure as you finally find release.

Changbin groans as he feels you clench around him, the sensation of your tightness sending him over the edge as well. He buries himself deep inside you, his hips jerking as he spills himself into you, filling you with his hot seed.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” he pants, his voice muffled against your skin. “You're so good for me, princess...so perfect.”

Changbin pulls out of you slowly, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he sees the mess he's made between your legs. He leans over to grab a towel from his gym bag, gently cleaning you up.

“You're a mess, princess,” he teases, his voice low and husky. “I guess it's a good thing I have some spare clothes in my locker.”

Changbin scoops you up into his arms, lifting you effortlessly off the bench. You cling to him, still feeling weak and boneless from the intensity of your encounter. He grins down at you, a possessive gleam in his eyes as he carries you out of the locker room.

As you both exit, all eyes turn towards you. Whispers and murmurs fill the air, the other students unable to hide their surprise and envy at the sight of Changbin carrying you like a bride.

“You're mine now, y/n,” he whispers, his voice low and dangerous. “And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it.”

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Under the Mistletoe

A/N : Happy Christmas!!!!

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Summarry : A mistletoe prank at a holiday gathering forces two long-time friends to kiss in front of everyone. Embarassed, they leave the party, but the spark from that kiss leads them into a night they'll never forget.

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Pairing : Changbin × reader

Warnings : smut,car sex

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Changbin and you had been inseparable since childhood, your bond unbreakable through the years—until tonight. As you mingled at the crowded holiday party, a mischievous giggle caught your ear.

"Look what I found!" Hyunjin's voice rang out across the room, holding up a perfectly formed sprig of mistletoe. Changbin's eyes flickered towards you almost nervously, remembering all the times they'd teasingly referenced the old tradition.

Before either of you could react, Hyunjin playfully dangled the mistletoe above your heads, grinning wildly. "Kiss, kiss!" he chanted, gathering a chorus of encouragement from the amused crowd.

Your hearts pounded in unison as you faced each other, the weight of the moment heavy. Changbin's gaze dropped to your lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

In a swift, almost desperate motion, Changbin closed the gap between you, his cool hands cupping your face. His lips met yours - a gentle brush at first, then deepening as the cheers around you faded into white noise.

As you pulled away, breathless, Changbin's eyes searched yours, wide and uncertain. The room erupted into applause and laughter, but you barely noticed, trapped in the bubble of that unexpected kiss.

Without a word, Changbin grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the noisy party, leaving behind the curious stares and unanswered questions. His car awaited outside, purring softly in the cold night.

Once inside the car, the tension between you and Changbin crackled like the chill in the air. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white as he took deep breaths.

Finally, Changbin spoke, his voice low and husky. "I can't believe I just kissed you," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "But I can't stop thinking about it." He glanced at you sidelong, his eyes burning with an unspoken hunger.

Your heart raced as you met Changbin's intense gaze, the memory of that kiss still lingering on your lips. "I've been thinking about it too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But what does it mean? We're friends, right?"

Changbin's grip tightened on the steering wheel as he considered your words, the engine's steady hum filling the tense silence. "Friends... yeah, we are," he said slowly, "but maybe that's not enough anymore." He took a shaky breath, glancing your way with a conflicted frown.

As Changbin's words hung in the air, you felt a spark of hope ignite within you. Could it be possible that your friendship was evolving into something more? Before you could ponder it further, Changbin pulled into a secluded parking lot, the only sound the soft crunch of gravel beneath the tires.

The car's interior was suddenly too warm, too small, as Changbin turned to face you fully. His eyes reflected the dim light of a distant streetlamp, intense and vulnerable all at once. "Y/N..." he whispered, your name on his lips sounding like a question, a plea.

Your throat tightened at the way Changbin said your name, filled with such raw emotion and barely restrained desire. Unable to form words, you leaned in instinctively, erasing the distance between you. When your lips met in a tender, exploratory kiss, any doubts or questions evaporated like mist.

The kiss deepened, becoming a desperate, hungry dance of tongues and breaths. Changbin's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if he'd never let you go. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the overwhelming feeling of finally being together.

As Changbin's hands roamed over your back and sides, pulling you onto his lap, you could feel the hardness beneath his clothes pressing against you. He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Changbin..." you gasped, tilting your head to give him better access. His name on your lips seemed to snap something inside him. With a growl, he lifted you effortlessly, laying you back on the car's small rear seat.

His body hovering over yours, Changbin paused, his darkened eyes searching yours. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Still just friends?" he murmured teasingly before capturing your lips again, his touch turning more daring, wandering lower with each caress.

Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers traced the curve of your waist, inching upwards beneath your shirt. You wrapped your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. "Friends..." you gasped between kisses, "don't usually..."

"Do this?" Changbin whispered, his fingers splaying out over your midriff and slowly sliding upward. He nuzzled your neck, his breath warm against your pulse. "Or this?" He hooked his fingers under the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up to reveal your stomach.

Your cheeks flushed as he bared your skin, a shiver running down your spine at the exposure and his gentle touch. You lifted your arms, helping him remove your shirt completely. The cool air of the car hit your skin, but the heat in his gaze soon chased away the chill. "Definitely not."

He murmured, his calloused fingers trailing along your ribcage and then splaying out over your stomach again. He looked up at you through his dark lashes, his expression serious. "Friends don't look at each other like this, either," he whispered, his gaze dropping lower.

His eyes roamed over your midsection, taking in the smooth skin of your stomach and the hint of your waist. He swore he could feel the heat radiating off your skin, drawing him in. He unbuckled his belt, giving himself more room to maneuver between your legs.

He leaned down, pressing a trail of kisses along your stomach and hips, his hands slowly unbuttoning your jeans. His touch was gentle but firm, leaving no doubt about his intentions. The car filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and the soft rustling of fabric as he slowly peeled away your clothing.

He paused, his face hovering just above the edge of your jeans. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and intense. Without a word, he slowly pulled down your jeans and underwear, baring you completely to his gaze.

He swallowed hard, taking in the sight of you. He spread your legs wider, stepping between them. He could feel the heat of your skin against his own, the thin fabric of his boxers doing little to hide his growing interest. He hooked his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer.

"Fuck," he breathed, his face inches from your core. He could smell your arousal, sweet and intoxicating. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. His hands tightened on your legs as he fought the urge to devour you right then and there.

He teased along your thigh with maddeningly light kisses, purposely avoiding your most sensitive spots. His hot breath ghosted over your skin, sending shivers up your spine. With deliberate slowness, he licked a teasing stripe along your folds, barely grazing your clit.

"You're so wet." he murmurs against your skin, his tongue circling your clit this time with purpose. His hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he explores every inch of you with his mouth.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as he eats you out. His fingers dig into your thighs, his arms trembling with the effort of keeping you pinned in place. The sound of his hungry mouth and your desperate whimpering fills the car.

Just as you're about to reach your peak, he pulls away, leaving you shaking and needy. He stands up, his face flushed and his boxers soaked through with his arousal. He quickly sheds his clothes, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll feel me for days," he promises darkly, grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge of the seat.

He slams into you without warning, burying his cock deep inside your dripping pussy. The car shakes as he starts pounding into you, his balls slapping against your ass with each brutal thrust. He reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit in time with his rough fucking.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he hits a spot deep inside you that makes your eyes roll back. "Yes, just like that." you pant, meeting his every thrust. The sound of wet skin slapping together and your desperate moans fill the car as he drives you closer to the edge again.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, lifting you higher onto his lap as he continues to pound into you. His face contorts with raw passion as he stares into your eyes, his hips bucking wildly. "You like that?" he growls, his voice hoarse.

"Fuck yes." you gasp out, your pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" Your breasts bounce with each vigorous thrust, nipples hard and aching.

"Not stopping until you come all over my cock," he grunts, driving into you with complete abandon. One hand pinches your nipple while the other continues to circle your sensitive clit. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you milk my cock with that tight little pussy."

The combination of his filthy words and relentless fucking pushes you over the edge. Your whole body convulses as a powerful orgasm rips through you, your inner walls pulsing around his cock. He lets out a deep, satisfying groan, his hot seed spilling into you one throbbing burst after another.

You milk every last drop from him as he empties himself inside you, both of you shuddering with the intensity. Panting heavily, he leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he savors the aftershocks of your explosive lovemaking.

You glance down, seeing the sticky mess coating your thighs. "Fuck, look at us," you agree, laughing breathlessly. He carefully sets you back onto the seat, his softening cock slipping from your soaked pussy with a wet pop.

He reaches for the wipes in the glove compartment and gently cleans you up, his fingers tender as he wipes away the evidence of your passionate encounter. Once you're clean, he tucks you back into your clothes, making sure you're presentable before pulling back onto the road.

As he drives, he reaches over and squeezes your thigh, a playful smirk on his face. "Just thinking about round two when we get home." he teases with a wink.

after you got home

The room is dark, the only light coming from the digital clock on the nightstand. Changbin's voice is low and raspy as he speaks into the darkness. "I'm glad we're not just friends anymore."

He nuzzles his face against your neck, his arms tightening around you possessively. "I like this better," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Being your boyfriend, not just your best friend..."

He falls silent, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your stomach as he holds you close. He can feel contentment washing over him, a feeling he'd never experienced as strongly when you were just friends. He nuzzles your neck again, inhaling your scent deeply. "Much better..."

"I never knew holding you like this would feel so... right. Like you were made to fit against me." His voice is soft and intimate in the darkness, his breath warm against your neck. "Goodnight, my girlfriend."

You sigh contentedly, feeling Changbin's warmth and the comfort of his arms around you. You wrap your own arms around him, holding him close. "Goodnight, Changbin." you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest.

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[hyuny-bunny]

Hi Rose!

Can you do a fic where SKZ are in an interview and one of the questions for each of them is, "If you have a sister, whom would you want her to date?" And Minho vehemently objects to his metaphoric sister dating his friends, then notices Changbin looking all suspicious. Turns out Changbin has been chatting up Minho's cousin. Juicy, juicy.

Thank you! But please, please don't feel obligated if you're not comfy writing this, okay?

of course ! thank you so much for the request and i hope this does it justice :') i did tweak the details abit and kinda ran with it 😅. i hope not too much to disappoint. if you want something a little more spicy feel free to submit again and i can do a follow up pt 2☺️

i'll wait | C.B. ft minho

genre: fluff overload, friends to lovers, slow burn romance

content warning: cuteness overload, kissing, slightly upset minho, minho threatening to break changbin.

Minho had always been like an older brother to you. You weren't too far apart in age, you were glued to the hip at 3 and it's always been that way. Both sets of parents had to have a difficult talk with the two of you, explaining you weren't siblings. It didn't stop him referring to you as his sister and for you your brother.

Even during his time as a trainee, you were always there supporting. Whether it was dropping by the company building for a 15 minute break to have coffee and catch up, you'd always make time for him. When he was recruited by Chan to be a part of a group, you were ecstatic for him but your time together was cut down significantly when he went on to do the survival show.

After getting his big break to debut, he spent a lot of time out with his group doing street performances and advertising their group. You'd often join him with passing out flyers or just helping them record videos as they hadn't been supplied with staff just yet. You got more familiar with the rest of his group but you were always shy around them, not really knowing your place in how to interact with them.

Changbin and Jisung were the first ones you warmed up to. Han was always respectful but treated you like a friend, always making you feel comfortable around them. Changbin was much shyer with his approach. He found you pretty the moment Minho introduced you to all of them. He'd always crack jokes to you when you were around. Teasing your camera work when they were going back of their vlogs. It wasn't until one afternoon, you were supposed to be meeting Minho & Changbin for lunch, Minho had been running behind with his dance practice. This was the most nervous Changbin had felt in a long time, not even his performance review came close to he felt knowing he'd be alone with you until Minho would arrive.

All his worries washed away when he saw you sitting out on the terrace of that cafe. You were wearing a grey sweater with a black skirt. It was fall so the cold hadn't set it but he could see your legs shivering. Without thinking about it, he was already pulling his jacket off. He walked over to you seeing the way you beamed at him melted his heart.

"Here, for your legs." He extended the jacket out to you.

"Oh... it's fine, binnie," His heart skipped a beat at the nickname, "I'm not that cold! I don't want you getting cold either."

He cocked an eyebrow at you before laying the jacket over your lap himself, he didn't know where the confidence to do that came from. Your heart swooned at the gesture, your legs find a new found warmth from the heat that came from the worn jacket and the blood rushing in you. From that day on you had kept a close friendship to him, one Minho himself would've seen.

Much later down the line your friendship grew closer but never anything more. It wasn't until a few months before their new comeback, Changbin was stressing beyond belief. The pressure to have a big impact on the music charts this time around was getting to his head. He was practically calling you every night to talk. One night he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to see you. It was 2 in the morning, he was letting his legs were move and think for him.

He's standing at your door debating on whether or not to ring your bell, not a second is able to pass before you're already there opening the door. The next moment we're all a blur because once he's stepped into your apartment, his shoes kicked off, his lips are on yours. After a moment or so he stops, apologizing for not having asked for your permission but you're already pulling him back down to kiss him some more. After the night he swears off kissing, he wants to be able to date you properly. The other obstacle you face is your beloved cousin. You know the one who brought you two together, the one who doesn't know the details of your relationship with his group member.

From then, you both find time to sneak off for dates. Your dates mainly consist of eating dinner at his studio, or he's bringing you food to your place for a movie night. You're trying you best to make things work, away from prying eyes, deranged fans, and most importantly, from Minho.

The truth about the two of you comes spilling out suddenly and unexpectedly when SKZ is on a variety show. Their staff at this point had a vague idea of you relationship status to Binnie but it was unbeknownst to them that Minho did not know. Minho had invited you to come watch the variety show so you could all grab dinner afterwards. Things took a turn when the host was going around asking about the members siblings.

Lee Know candidly spoke about a cousin that was practically his sister, you could see Binnie glancing your way past the camera.

"Would any of you let your sisters date another member of the group?" The host asked.

Seung is the first to adamantly say 'no'. He's waving and shaking his head no in disgust, they're all laughing at his reaction but Minho soon joins in on him.

"Nope, never. Not happening, maybe when I'm dead." Minho deadpans looking across his members but his eyes land on Changbin who is dead staring at you.

He clocks it then. Minhos eyes are darting back and forth between you two. It takes Chan kicking the back of Changbins chair for him to snap out of his daze letting out a loud 'huh'. Minho's eyes are narrowed on him.

He knows something but he doesn't know for fact.

"Would you let your sister date any of the members?... Or better yet would you date any of the members sisters?" The host is laughing while repeating the question. Minho isn't laughing though.

Changbin flusters out a 'no' but his cheeks are a tint of pink now that he was caught staring you down. The filming wraps up and staff are asking the production to send them over the final product before they release it, just as an extra precaution. Minho says nothing when he brushes past you. He's pissed.

Shit maybe he does know.

You're standing out by your car waiting for Minho. It was supposed to be 4 of you. Jisung, Minho, Changbin, and you. You wave your goodbyes to rest of the members, finally seeing the three of them walking out together. You can tell Jisung is yapping about something based off the way he's moving his hands while talking. Changbin walks beside him head low and Minho walks on the opposite side of Han. He's staring you down all the way till he gets to you.

You're all standing outside the car but no one is moving.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Minho's never had such a cold tone with you, it makes you straighten up.

"I uh... We wanted to... I just..." You can't find the words but Changbin steps up.

"Take it out on me," He's stepped in between you two now. "We didn't know how to tell you, I asked to keep it quiet until the time came."

"And when was that time? Because I just had to find out in front an entire production crew and our staff. Was that your ideal time?" He's pissed but he's also hurt. Hurt that you would hide this from him.

"I'm sorry, Min. I am really. I was just scared that you wouldn't..."

"That I wouldn't what?" He snaps at you.

"You wouldn't approve of it."

beat

His eyes soften looking at you. He looks to Changbin.

"Do you love her?"

"I love her"

It was the first time you heard him say he loved you. It wasn't the way he imagined it going. Minho sighs looking at you again, he can tell it was your first time hearing this too.

"Okay.... If you so much as lay a hand on her or do anything to break her heart, i will break your fingers off one by one, and you'll never lift a weight again, got it?" Minho has a hand on his shoulder and a finger pointing in his face like a parent scolding a child.

Jisung has been stuck in same pose for the last 20 minutes with his jaw slack to the floor while clutching his hand over his heart. You're right there with him ever since you heard Changbin say 'I love her'.

Minho moves to open the car to put his bag in the back, unfortunately you're still frozen in place and haven't unlocked.

"You know the least you could do is feed me now?" He looks at you gesturing the car keys in hand. He grabs the keys from you to unlock the car now. He hugs you for a moment before patting changbin on the shoulder.

You look at Changbin who is matching the flush on your face. He kisses your forehead trying to bring you out of your state of shock.

" You know 'I love you, too' would've been nice to hear ," He laughs taking the keys and walking to the passenger side to usher you in "But I'll wait."

[goquokka00]

Laced With Love

Summary: Your friend gave you chocolates laced with an aphrodisiac as a joke for your birthday. But before you could warn him, you found him stuffing his face with the little "gift". This is the story of how that went.

Pairings: Seo Changbin X Reader (F!)

Genre: Some humor, smut (MDNI)

Warnings: Use of aphrodisiacs (Tabs Chocolates), unprotected sex, grinding, Needy! Dom! Changbin, overstimulation, pet names, hand job, dirty talk, scratching, praise, 18+, a a bit of teasing

Word Count: 3.6K

You couldn't believe your eyes.

Your friend giggled hysterically as you stared at the box in your hands at the moment, mouth open and eyes wide as you kept reading over the label. Your cheeks flushed as you remembered seeing ads for this on TikTok, but never really saw you using them ever. Kind of. Okay, not really.

But still, it didn't help the fact that you went speechless upon seeing her gift:

Tabs Chocolate.

Not just one box, either. She got you 5. That was 15 chocolates in total that were laced with aphrodisiacs. And since you were only supposed to take half, it meant there were 30 doses. What the hell?

"Well? You like it?" She asked. She laughed as you set the box into the bag as fast as you could, doing the same for the other four. And the second that the chocolates got back into the bag, you immediately looked up to her, flustered.

"Are you serious? You gave me drugged chocolate for my birthday?!" You whisper yelled, only getting her to laugh more. "What happened to perfumes or cute little plushies that reminded you of me?!"

"You like chocolate!" She told you, still laughing.

"Yeah, regular chocolate! Not drugged chocolate!"

"They're not drugged, they're just gonna make you horny!"

"That's still bad!" You whined, dragging your hands over your face. Your entire body sank, your eyes glancing back towards the bag filled with the cursed chocolate. "And you got me 5 boxes, too! 5! What am I supposed to do with 5 boxes of-of HORNY chocolate?!"

"Share it with Changbin, duh!" Your friend said, continuing to laugh.

"What?! Absolutely not!"

"Come on, you said it yourself! You wanted to spice up your bedroom life, and now you have something new to try!"

"Yeah? Well, when I said that, I didn't mean this!"

"Oh, relax! Knowing him, he'll enjoy it!" Your friend told you, patting your shoulder. "Trust me...

"You'll LOVE it."

||

A very long and very loud sigh left your lips as you made it back to your apartment. You were still in utter disbelief of your friend's..."gift"...wondering how she even had the balls to do that to you in the first place.

Sometimes, you wondered how the hell the two of you were still friends in the first place.

But, your brain wasn't focused on that right now, you had bigger things to worry about. You set the bag of chocolates onto the counter, deciding that the first thing you could do was get into something a little comfier before going into a full state of panic.

And so, you left the chocolates unattended, going straight for the bedroom to change out of your outfit you decided to wear for dinner between you and your friend. You decided on a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra, as you never really liked being too hot or too cold. So you'd always opt for either a sweatshirt and shorts, or sweatpants and a sports bra.

Once you were changed, you grabbed the clothes you had on originally, going to put them into the hamper. And as you did so, thoughts flooded your mind. Sadly, they were all about those damned chocolates.

For one, what the hell were you supposed to tell Changbin? That your friend decided to gift you 5 boxes of drugged chocolates that'll make anyone that eats them horny and that she wanted you both to try them out? Yeah, no. That's just embarrassing.

Also, where were you even supposed to put them? You couldn't put them with your other foods. What if someone else ate them? You weren't about to deal with that. Because that's also embarrassing.

Could you give them away to other friends? Maybe Changbin could give them to his members so they could use them with their girlfriends? Or maybe you can sell them online. There was no way that you were gonna use them, anyway.

But then, you heard it. The sound in and of itself made your heart drop, snapping you out of your thoughts. There was no way. No way, no way, no way, no way. And then, you heard it again. Fuck.

It was the sound of chocolate snapping.

Upon hearing it once more, your body moved on it's own, going straight to the kitchen in a panicked rush, praying it wasn't what you thought it was. Please, no...nonononononono--

"Oh, hey! I was wondering where you were." Oh, God.

Your eyes widened as you saw the sight you least wanted to see. You shouldn't have left those chocolates unattended. You should've put them somewhere you could see them, somewhere where he wouldn't be able to find them. But there was no going back to the past to fix your mistakes. It was already too late.

There in the kitchen sat Changbin, leaning on the counter with his phone in his hand, a piece of the Tabs chocolate in his other. His mouth was chewing on a previous bite of the laced sweet, and two wrappers were already on the counter.

"Changbin, you didn't..." You trailed, feeling your body tense up as Changbin's face went from happy to confused.

"What? Are you upset about me eating the chocolates?" Changbin asked, looking down at the candy. "I didn't think you'd mind; I mean, you have four other boxes. Though, they only have three, you'd think that there'd be more--"

"Wait, hold on. You finished an entire box yourself?" You asked again, your voice sounding much more in shock than before.

"I was hungry!"

"Changbin!"

"WHAT?! You know how I get when I'm hungry, I needed to eat something and the chocolate was the first thing I saw!"

"How many did you eat?"

"Huh-"

"How many did you eat?!"

"Just the first box, I swear!" Changbin said, watching as you came close and checked for yourself. Sure enough, the first box was completely empty. Once again, your stomach dropped. "Jesus, I knew you were protective of your food, but this is a whole other level."

"Changbin, those chocolates are laced." You said, your eyes showing just how serious you were. And immediately, Changbin tensed.

"No."

"Yeah." You responded, showing him the front of the box. "This brand? Tabs? They make chocolates that have an aphrodisiac in them." Then, you opened the box, showing him the piece of paper that covers the chocolates. "It says "For Your Other Half" because you're supposed to break the pieces of chocolate in HALF and share them with your PARTNER."

"I thought they just said that because most chocolate bars just want you to share..." Changbin trailed. You could tell that he was getting more and more nervous as you continued. You took the piece of paper off, showing him the inside of the box where the chocolates sat. In each little indent was an outline of the three dirtiest emoji's you could possibly know: An Eggplant, a Peach, and 3 drops of water.

"Did it not click after seeing these three pictures?" You asked, raising a brow.

"No...I didn't think to look, I was busy eating!" Changbin countered, making you facepalm.

"Changbin..."

"Don't say my name like that, you're making me nervous!"

"You should be nervous, dumbass! You ate 5x the amount of the recommended dosage!"

"Hey, don't call me that! Besides, you were the one who left them unattended! You know you can't leave food unattended in this household!"

He...had a point. Sadly. You had faced the consequences of leaving your food unsupervised multiple times. Every time you weren't actually there eating your snack or meal, Changbin would instantly go and eat it for you. He couldn't help it, he was a foodie. So, unfortunately, you were also somewhat in the blame here.

After a moment passed of you not being able to respond back to him, Changbin sighed. You didn't blame him either. After all, he was gonna be in for it. Super sensitive, not being able to think straight until his dick was wet. More-so than usual, too. But finally, he spoke up, giving you a nervous glance.

"So, uh..." He started, shifting in his spot. "How long do I have?"

"30 minutes at best." You replied. You huffed out a breath, crossing your arms as you looked at the chocolate. You really had to take care of that stuff.

"Just 30?" Changbin asked, watching as you nodded. "God, I'm gonna be in the bathroom for a long time, aren't I?"

"No, Binnie. I... This is my fault. I shouldn't have left them out for you to get your hands on them, I know better. You were right about that." You told him. You walked over to him, giving him a shy smile as you put a hand onto his cheek, gently rubbing it with your thumb. "I'll help you out, okay?"

"You sure? I don't wanna go too crazy, especially since we haven't been intimate for that long, and--"

"Changbin." You immediately cut him off as you pecked his lips, moving your hand down to his arm. "I'm sure."

Changbin would just have to accept that fact.

||

As expected, Changbin did NOT accept the fact that you had offered to help him once those chocolates kicked in. You weren't surprised, as Changbin had been really nervous about being rough with you. After all, he was right about the two of you being sexually active for just a short amount of time.

But you were gonna take responsibility for this. And then, you were going to slaughter your friend for giving you these stupid chocolates in the first place.

It had only been 26-ish minutes since Changbin had eaten those chocolates. The two of you had been sitting on the couch, watching some random show you two had decided to watch for the night when he suddenly excused himself. You couldn't help but wonder why until you heard the loud whimpers coming from the bathroom.

The aphrodisiacs had kicked in.

A nervous breath left you as you sat up, going to the bathroom as strangled moans and whimpers left the bathroom. You could feel yourself getting aroused by the sounds of Changbin trying his best to jerk one out to try and calm himself down, but more than likely, he was too far under the drug to even get a grip. And so, you knocked on the door, hearing the sounds stop.

"Bin, are you okay?" You asked, putting an ear to the door.

"F-Fine..." He replied. Yeah, right.

"Changbin...did the aphrodisiac kick in?"

"M-Maybe...Y-Yeah, it did..."

"Can I help you, please?"

A brief pause washed over the two of you, before Changbin spoke up.

"I-...It's too sensitive, c-can't think straight...I don't know if...if I could control myself, Bunny..."

"Binnie, that's fine. I want to help you."

"I...A-Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer in my entire life."

Once again, another wave of silence passed. You assumed Changbin was trying to make up his mind to the best of his ability. But it didn't take long for him to make up his mind.

"Door's...fuck...the door's unlocked..."

You didn't waste any more time once you heard him say that. You immediately opened the door, walking in slowly. And it didn't take long for you to find Changbin on the toilet, his hips bucking up into the air upon seeing you. And oh god, it didn't look good.

For starters, his nipples were prodding through his shirt, making themselves very well known. His sweats were pushed down to his ankles, his legs spread enough so his thighs weren't touching his cock. And that was standing tall and proud, leaking from the tip, red and throbbing.

"Oh, Binnie..." You said, slowly approaching your struggling lover. Changbin just whimpered at your voice, looking up at you with needy eyes.

"Bun-Bunny, I-I can't--"

"I know, baby. Come on, let's go to the bedroom." You encouraged, gently grabbing his hand and pulling him up. The second he stood up, his legs just barely grazed his balls, getting a rather loud whimper out of him.

"Fuck, Bunny...I-I don't think I c...can walk..." Changbin got out. You went and pressed a kiss to his cheek, giving him a warm smile.

"I know you can. And once we're in the bedroom, you don't have to move. Okay?" You told him. Changbin took in a breath, nodding. And so, you slowly guided him to your room, Changbin whimpering along the way. Finally, you got him into the room, and immediately laid him down.

"Bunny...please, to-touch me...I-fuck..." Changbin told you. More like he begged you. He needed anything from you. He needed you, period.

You didn't waste any more time, and slowly reached your hand to his raging cock, gently grabbing it. Changbin moaned out at the contact, his hips thrusting into your hand. You placed a hand onto his chest, rubbing it gently as he continued to use your hand, fucking his cock into it. You carefully moved your hand slightly, trying to pump his cock to help out, but Changbin immediately grabbed your wrist, holding your hand still.

"Don't fucking...god, just keep...keep it there, Bunny..." Changbin grunted, continuing to moan. You did exactly what he said, keeping your hand still as he fucked it, moving his hips as fast as he could.

But something told you it wasn't enough.

You could tell by the way his face was contorting, the way his brows furrowed, and how his breaths came out of his mouth, that he was getting frustrated. Your hand was fine. It was working. But it wasn't doing the job.

"Bunny...ne--need more from you...gotta-I gotta get more, Bun..." Changbin moaned.

You nodded, still keeping your hand there for him, but managed to get your sweats off with the other. And once that was done, you threw a leg over his, and situated yourself right over his cock, lowering your clothed cunt right onto it. You knew you were wet, but you guessed that your juices had seeped through your panties, because Changbin moaned loudly when he felt your heat.

"Oh, fuck..." Changbin groaned, immediately grinding his hips against yours. You whimpered, leaning your torso down to his chest, grinding your own hips against his. You thought he was hard before, but feeling his dick grinding against your wet folds made it feel so much harder.

"Bin..." You whined, putting your hands on his shoulders, the two of you grinding together like two horny teenagers. It was a scene that could be seen in a sex movie or some corny shit like that. But to the both of you, it didn't matter.

What mattered was that it felt amazing. As you kept moving your hips on top of him, Changbin grabbed them, keeping you moving at the pace he needed you to go. He made sure to hold you there, not letting you leave. Not that you planned to, anyway.

But to him, it still wasn't enough. It was better than the hand, but it still wasn't good enough. He needed you. He needed you badly.

Real badly.

And so, he flipped you onto your back, getting on top of you. His hands went to your thighs, spreading them apart. You could feel him staring at your pussy through the panties, almost like he was admiring what he was about to ruin. Soon enough, he moved one of his hands to your bra, pulling it up so he could see your chest. Those beautiful and very perky nipples that he adored.

And then, he trailed his hand down your stomach, rubbing your clit through your panties, smiling as he saw you squirm and whine underneath him.

"B-Binnie--"

"You...you're beautiful like this." Changbin said, moving his hands to your panties, pulling them off of you. You whimpered as Changbin looked down at you, admiring you like this. "Such a pretty pink pussy...fuck...glistening for me a-and everything."

"Bin, please-"

"What, you getting impatient? Getting all needy for my cock?" Changbin asked, pressing his dick right up against your folds, moving it up and down. Up and down. Up and down. "B-Bunny, fuck...what am I go-gonna do with you?"

"Bin...need you..." You whined out. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. "Please, don't tease..."

"J-Just wanna admire you...before I ruin you..."

With that, Changbin pushed his tip into you, making you whine. He moaned out, slowly pushing the rest in. You moaned at the feeling being full, carefully pulling him down to you. Your arms went under his so you could hang on, and your legs spread as far as you could get them to.

And then, Changbin started moving. You let out a moan, squirming at the feeling of him moving in and out of you. Changbin wasn't in a much better shape, moans and whines coming out of him. It felt good to him, feeling your walls grip around him, keeping him warm and wet. But still, he needed to move faster.

"Binnie-oh my god, please...faster...y'gotta go faster, baby..." You moaned out.

"God, I-..shit...yeah..." Changbin moaned out. Honestly, he thought you'd never ask, and was grateful you did. He started moving faster, putting a hand under your head as the other went to your hip, trying to hold you in place. You cried out at the feeling.

He felt so damn good.

And you felt good, too. You were clenching at the sensations from him fucking you, and when you added that with the sensitivity given to him by those fucking chocolates, it brought on a whole new world for Changbin. He just couldn't get enough of you.

He moved his hands to your legs quickly, moving them to go to your chest and over his shoulders, practically folding you in half. And immediately, he went deeper. Hell, at this point, his dick was just kissing your cervix, touching it before moving out and going back in, repeating the process.

"Oh my-fuck, Bunny, hitting so deep inside your perfect tight little pussy...so tight for me, aren't you?" Changbin spat out, his brain not really processing what was coming out. His hips moved faster, and you cried out again, your nails digging into his skin. "Such a good girl, taking me so damn well..."

You moaned at his words, your hands gripping onto his shoulder blades as he fucked you. It felt so good, having him pound you into the mattress. Your brain was going fuzzy, pleasure crashing through your body. And that's when you realized you weren't gonna last much longer.

"Bi-Bin, gonna cum--I-I'm gonna cum--"

"Cum. Cum on my cock, Bunny." Changbin commanded. You obeyed. Your body convulsed as you hit your high. Changbin slowed down to ride you through it, hissing at the feeling of your nails digging into his back. "Good girl, Bunny. Such a good girl for me."

And then, he went back to his previous pace.

"Changbin!" You moaned out, gripping onto him as he went back to his unforgiving rhythm. Skin slapping together filled the room as Changbin continued, not slowing down for a second. "Bin, I can't--can't, too much--"

"You can, Bunny. I know you can." Changbin growled. You couldn't keep yourself from moaning, your hands gripping onto Changbin once more.

"C-Cumming! Fuck, Changbin, I'm cumming again!" You moaned out. Your second orgasm hit you right after that, your body shaking as you clenched around Changbin. Except this time, Changbin didn't slow down for you. He kept his pace up, keeping you up on that high. "Changbin!"

"Bunny, you feel so fucking good--oh my god..." Changbin moaned, his eyebrows furrowing as his hips kept their pace up. At this point, you were pretty sure that his back had been scratched up pretty well, due to the fact that you were being sent into overstimulation. Because before you even knew it, your third orgasm hit you like a bus.

"Binnie!" The moan you let out was pornographic as you trembled, feeling that orgasm hit you harder than the others. Your nails dug into Changbin's back more than the last two orgasms, and your head was thrown back. Changbin still drove his hips into you, though, his pace was getting a bit more frantic, his rhythm sloppier than it had been.

"B-Bunny, fuck, m'gonna cum... holy shit, m'gonna cum so fucking hard..." Changbin moaned out, his breath starting to get heavy. "M'gonna fill you so much..."

"Bin, p-please, c-cum...please!" You moaned out. Changbin did just as you said, groaning out loudly as he finally hit his orgasm, painting your walls white. You were extremely quick to follow, hitting your fourth and final orgasm. You shivered, your muscles in your legs starting to spasm as Changbin rode your climaxes out, moaning as your nails dug into his back for one last time.

Once the both of you had calmed down a bit, Changbin pulled out of you, which made you whine at the loss of feeling full. Both of you were sweaty and fucked out, but you were both satisfied. Especially Changbin.

"Feeling better, Binnie?" You asked, rolling onto your side with a small smile, laughing a bit at the sight of Changbin looking so exhausted.

"Yeah, yeah...I...I'm better. Way better." Changbin said, wiping some sweat off of his face as he smiled, looking over at you as well. "You're such a trooper, Bunny."

"Thanks, Bin." You replied, going over to hug his side. "I hope you learned your lesson about eating things without reading the label?"

"Again, not my fault." Changbin mumbled, kissing your cheek. "But you have to admit, that was pretty fun."

"It was, yeah."

"We should do it again."

"No."

"Oh, come on! Please?" Changbin whined, giving you puppy eyes. "You should take the horny chocolate though."

"Changbin, no."

"Don't act like you don't want to!"

"I don't want to!"

"PLEASE!"

Yeah, you were definitely in for a long night.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

[peachiejeongin]

The Phantoms Part 1: Hollywood Tragedy | Bang Chan

Part 1 (You are here) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Synopsis: It was supposed to be a huge night for Chan, Changbin, and Han; they would be playing their biggest show yet at the Orpheum! Yet, it all slipped from their grasp within a matter of a few seconds, as all three passed away just hours before the show. What happens when they end up on their old garage floor and meet a someone who can make their dreams come true again?

Pairing: phantom!Bang Chan x fem!reader (Reader takes the place of Julie Molina from Julie and the Phantoms) [Does not occur in this chapter]

Genre: Julie and the Phantoms/3RACHA AU, Crack, Angst

Warnings: Mentions of death

Notice: Another idea that has stemmed within my brain! I have decided to take 3RACHA and Julie and the Phantoms, combining them into an alternate universe! In this series, Bang Chan will represent Luke Patterson, Changbin will be Reggie Peters, Han will be Alex Mercer, and y/n will take the part of Julie Molina! As with every series I write, I do NOT own the rights to 'Julie and the Phantoms!' I only hold the rights to the scenes and descriptions I create! I am excited to write this series, and I hope you all enjoy :)

Hollywood, California, 1995. The night that everything changed.

Last night was destined to be momentous for Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, and Han Jisung - a triumphant step into the spotlight for their band, 3RACHA. The Orpheum, an iconic venue synonymous with "making it" in the music world, had finally opened its doors to them. It was not a simple accomplishment. Even after people knew who the band was, they still had to use every ounce of effort within them, calling in every favor they had from friends, family, and befriended executives to secure the opportunity. The day Chan received the fateful phone call inviting 3RACHA to perform a showcase at the infamous theater was unforgettable. The boys erupted into jubilant chaos in the cluttered garage - cheering, leaping, and shouting as if their dreams had materialized before them. Chan, the ever responsible leader, motioned for them to stop acting a fool as he attempted to remain professional for the secretary on the other side of the line.

Alas, 3RACHA had finally made it. The hours leading up to the performance were a blur of rehearsals, their focus razor-sharp as they fine-tuned each guitar riff, tightened every bass groove, and perfected the rhythm of every drumbeat. They poured themselves into the music, all in hopes to make the night one to remember for their fans and for cementing their place in the music industry. The night would be unforgettable, but not in the way the boys envisioned.

---

Microphone feedback rang out briefly through the stage room as 3RACHA ran through one last song before the show. Chan began the guitar riff for the band's lead track, 'Now or Never,' followed by three raps of Han's drumsticks.

"1, 2, 3!"

"Take off Last stop Countdown till we blast open the top Face first Full charge Electric hammer to the heart"

Chan's rich, melodious voice resonated through the venue, each note carrying a raw, electrifying energy that sent shivers through the crowd. His fingers kept up expertly with the fretboard of his guitar, each strum perfectly synced with the driving beat. As the lead guitarist and vocalist, the weight of the performance rested heavily on his shoulders, but he fulfilled it with grace and passion that was nothing short of breathtaking A confident smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced at the audience, their cheers spurring him on. Moments later, Changbin and Han stepped forward, their voices blending seamlessly with his for the pre-chorus, creating a harmony that seemed to light up the entire room.

"Clocks move faster 'Cause it's all we're after now"

Chan motioned subtly for Changbin, signaling him to join him at the microphone for the next verse. It was a part of the song they always sang together; although it had originally been written it in a tune solely for Chan. However, sharing the lyric with Changbin brought an undeniable sense of ease, grounding Chan even in the most nerve-wracking moments, whether performing or during a simple soundcheck.

Changbin instantly caught the cue, shooting Chan an exhausted yet eager grin, the exhaustion from rehearsals evident in his eyes but overshadowed by his enthusiasm. He approached the microphone stand, his movements quick yet deliberate, until his face was barely inches away from Chan's. Their voices joined in perfect harmony, a combined energy radiating through the air as the two began their shared lyric.

"Won't stop climbing 'Cause this is our time, yeah"

Changbin and Chan moved effortlessly back and forth to the tune of their own song, their bodies rocking and swaying with the beat. Grins stretched wife across their faces, uncontainable and almost goofy, as they fed off each other's energy. Chan pushed Changbin back with a playful shove, reclaiming the microphone and belting out his independent verse. As he hit the final note, he raised a hand from his to pump a triumphant fist in the air, a singature habit he had in between rest notes.

"When all the days felt black and white Those were the best shades of my life!"

Chan expressed pure joy as the band launched into the chorus, his smile wide and unrestrained. Beads of sweat glistened down all of the band members' foreheads, a testament to the energy they poured into every note and lyric. Their hearts pounded wildly, each beat louder and more intense than the thunder of Han's drum set; it was as if the music itself had fused with their very beings.

"Don't look down 'Cause we're still rising Up right now And even if we Hit the ground We'll still fly Keep dreaming like we'll live forever But live it like it's now or never!"

With three exaggerated guitar crescendos and a rapid-fire drum fill, the boys shifted in unison, turning to face Han as he prepared to take the spotlight. Their smiles were full of encouragement, silently cheering him on as he began his solo verse. His voice rang out clear and commanding, each word carrying the weight of the song's energy, filling the room with an electric charge that left the Orpheum hanging on every note.

"We ain't searching for tomorrow (tomorrow) 'Cause we got all we need today (today)"

Changbin served as backup vocals for the verse. His mid-pitched voice complimented Han's higher tone in an ethereal way. "Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain"

As the four guys sang the final chorus, they clapped to the beat, their movements aligning effortlessly with the sharp rhythm Han's drumsticks repping through the air. Chan, being the performer that keeps the crowd on their toes, pulled off a fresh trick - swinging his guitar in a smooth loop around his body before catching it flawlessly. As he caught it, the guitar riffs kicked back in, powerful and precise, while smoke uprose dramatically from below the stage, shrouding the band in a haze of light and sound. The boys jumped all across the stage, their infectous energy igniting the room. Despite the hullabaloo of movement, their vocals remained impressively steady, demonstrating their dedication to the art.

"Keep dreaming like we'll live forever But live it like it's now or never It's now or never (now or never)"

The final high note was always difficult to warble, but Chan delivered it flawlessly, his voice unwavering and powerful. As the song, reached its climax, 3RACHA ended the song all facing Han, each member locking in for the finale. Changbin, Chan, and Hyunjin poured all of their energy into their final, thrilling guitar plays, while Han punctuated the moment with an impactful cymbal crash that seemed to reverberate throughout the entire building.

With the last note hanging in the air, they spun around to face the crowd, with Chan raising his forearms above his head in a motion of triumph. Their hair stuck messily to their necks and foreheads, and adrenaline still coursed through their veins; all four had one thought cross their minds simultaneously: the ride home was going to reek of straight teenage boy body odor - and it was one-hundred percent worth it.

The crowd for the group's soundcheck was modest yet attentive; said crowd consisted of two members of the audio crew, a couple bartenders lingering in the back of the room, and one girl wiping down tables. From the small audience came a plethora of applause, as well as a few cheerful "Sounds great, guys!" comments that echoed in the near-empty space.

One girl in particular stood out - the one wiping down tables. She clapped the loudest, her enthusiastic applause adorned with spirited cheering. Her encouragement drew grins and chuckled from the band as they wrapped up their set. Still laughing, they carefully put their instruments back onto their proper stands, the girl's reaction making them feel as if they just played a packed stadium.

"Thank you! We're 3RACHA!" Changbin grabbed his mic for one final quip, which he complimented with a swift wink at the girl. He readjusted his microphone to its previous stance before rejoining the other guys.

"Too bad we wasted that on the soundcheck," Hyunjin, the rhythm guitarist of the group, commented. "That was the tightest we've ever played!" He and Chan fist bumped as the latter adjusted his necklace back to the front of his shirt. Han was given the same fist bump from the former as he attempted to one-handedly comb through his disheveled hair.

"Wait until tonight, man, when this place gets packed with record execs!" Chan exclaimed, turning his attention back to the center of the crowd, his eyes widened in hopeful expectation. Chan's ultimate goal for the band was to secure a record deal, and tonight was the perfect opportunity to turn his dream into a reality. After all Chan had sacrificed to keep 3RACHA alive, from running away from home to countless late nights producing and writing, they deserved at least a couple of deals, right?

"Han, you were smoking!" Changbin commented towards the brunette drummer.

"Hm? Oh no," Han denied, waving his hand dismissively. "I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire," he finished as he motioned to the other three members.

"Could you just own your awesomeness for once?" Changbin held up his pointer finger accentuatedly as he raised his eyebrows at Han. Han turned to the rest of the guys for approval, his blank expression slowly turning into one of meek self-appreciation; his nervous glances were met with nods from his band mates.

"All right, I was killing it!" he finally admitted in the tone of an energetic yell as he turned back to Changbin. Chan rubbed his shoulders in an animated manner before the brunette went in for a hug from Changbin.

"Okay, well I'm thinking we fuel up before the show," Chan began, still panting lightly from the intensity of the soundcheck. "I'm thinking street dogs." The rest of the boys agreed on the food choice with an 'Ooh!' coming from Changbin and an enthusiastic, 'Yes!' from Han's end. Hyunjin, however, had made his way towards the front of the auditorium, shaking his head in disagreement.

"Hey, Hyun," Han called after him. "Where ya going?"

"I'm good!" Hyunjin responded, referring to the street dogs. Hyunjin was now leaning forward on his hands, engaged in conversation with the cheering girl from before. "I'm a vegetarian, I could never hurt an animal." The other three boys shot daggers at Hyunjin's boldfaced lie, but then again, they knew Hyunjin all too well - he was one do to anything for his own gain, even if that gain were as simple as impressing someone.

"You guys are really good." The girl disregarded Hyunjin's flirtations, a mild accent lacing her tone. Chan moved his free arm to lean against Hyunjin's shoulder as he muttered a "Thank you."

"I see a lot of bands. I've actually been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it." Her compliments were genuine, which made all four boys beam in delight.

"That's what we do this for," Chan replied as he pushed in front of all of his members in order to get closer to the girl. "I'm Chan, by the way." The rest of the guys followed his lead with their respective introductions.

"Changbin! Hi, I'm Changbin!"

"Han! Hey!"

"Hyunjin." The last of the band greeted the girl by shoving himself in front of Chan; the latter of the two then stuck his pointer finger in his mouth, wetting it swiftly and sticking it directly in the former's ear. Han flashed her an apologetic look before she introduced herself as Rose.

"Oh, uh, here's our demo!" Changbin handed Rose one of the CDs he had been carrying, as well as a T-shirt he claimed to be "size beautiful." Upon that comment, Hyunjin and Chan both shook their heads, Hyun complimenting his with a subtle side glance. Changbin caught on to the stink eye as Rose thanked him for the shirt, shrugging his shoulders slightly afterwards in response.

"I'll make sure not to wipe the tables down with this one," Rose joked.

"Oh, good call," Han responded, completely serious. "Whenever they get wet, they just kinda," Han paused, holding his hands out in front of him and wiggling his fingers in jagged movements before shoving his hands back into his pockets, "fall apart in your hands."

"Don't you guys have to go get hot dogs?" Hyunjin ployed as a way to make the guys leave him and Rose alone, undoubtedly planning to pester the girl with more flirtatious banter.

"Yeah," Chan smacked Hyunjin on the chest before leaning in front of Rose. "He had a hamburger for lunch today." They all giggled at the exposure before galloping away to purchase the infamous Street Dogs; Changbin did so with a pile of merchandise in hand. Chan made one last quip, however:

"Oh, and uh, Hyun? How's the bum rash, Mate?" If looks could kill, Hyunjin would have murdered Chan in cold blood.

Chan quickly escaped before that could happen, however, opting to catch up with Han and Changbin instead. A fit of giggles escaped his lips as he ran off.

---

Chan burst through the doors to the outside world, wrapping his arms tightly around Changbin and Han as they ventured down the street.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Chan enthusedly screamed as he took in the illuminated streets around him. Changbin replied with a scrunched nose.

"The smell of Sunset Boulevard?" he inquired with a chuckle.

"No, doofus," Chan answered, optimism still bright in his eyes. "Don't you get it? What that girl said in there tonight about our music?" Han and Changbin eyed each other perplexedly. Chan sighed, shaking his head. "It's an energy! Our music connects people. Connects us with people. They can feel our presence when we play." Chan eyed a group of fans lining up outside of the theater, smiling brightly as he did so.

"I want to have that connection with everybody."

"Then we are going to need a lot more t-shirts," Changbin responded, causing the other two to almost topple over in laughter. "But before we get shirts, can we get sustenance? Sound check's got me starving." Chan and Han nodded, muttering, "Yeah man," and "Of course," respectively.

As the three made their way to their Street Dog whereabouts, Changbin caught up to a group of girls standing outside of the Orpheum; he handed them a pile of 3RACHA branded t-shirts, and the subsequent squeals and calls for the bassist delighted his heart as he ran back over to his members.

The three eventually made it to the corner of Sunset Boulevard, where an Oldsmobile was set up. The open trunk contained hot dogs, hot dog buns, and every condiment imaginable. The three boys wasted no time in digging into the nourishment; the three of them messily assmbled their own respective hot dogs, with Han being the grubbiest of the three.

"Sorry, man," he spoke to the owner of the vehicle. "I got pickle juice on your batteries."

"Eh, don't worry about it," the owner replied. "It'll help with the rust." Han's faced contorted in uncertainty.

"I don't think..." The man creepily grinned at Han's aloud thought. Pickle juice did not have the chemical formula to clear rust off of a car battery, Han figured. The suspicious feeling in his gut grew; however, Chan grabbed his shoulder and dragged him and Changbin to an empty alleyway before he could think further on the matter.

The alley was adjacent to the Oldsmobile corner. The three guys plopped down onto an older couch towards the middle of the sidewalk; smiles were etched on two of the three faces, with Han still looking unsure about the Street Dog encounter.

"This is awesome, you guys!" Chan began rambling excitedly. "We're playing the Orpheum!" Joy completely enveloped the oldest of the three. He bit his lip, something he did whenever he felt a rush of adrenaline. "I can't even count how many artists have played here and become legends of their time. Louis Armstrong, The Bee Gees, the list goes on, mates." Chan glanced up at the starts and slowly closed his eyes as if he was making a wish; he let out a deep breath as he opened them.

"We're going to be legends."

Chan raised up his hot dog, encouraging the other two to follow suit in a sort of toast fashion.

"Eat up, boys. After tonight, no more Street Dogs. We're gonna be dining like rich kids." Chan ended his declaration with a chuckle, resulting in a smile from Changbin.

Chan took a bite of his hot dog first, followed closely by Changbin. Han was still immensely reluctant to even look at his; however, his mind had convinced him that it was not a big deal, that he was overthinking the situation. As such, he was the last of the three to scarf down his meal. Almost instantaneously, the gutwrenching feeling had returned; Han tasted a unique flavor, unlike the syrupy texture of ketchup, the tang of mustard, or the flavor of any other condiment; it tasted metallic, bitter, and unappetizing.

"That's a new flavor!" Han called to the other two, his faced puckered up in disgust.

"Chill man," Changbin casually responded, flicking his hand in a, 'do-not-worry,' motion. "Street Dogs haven't killed us yet!"

Talk about famous last words.

The exact sequence of events following Changbin's declaration of certainty was blurry. All the three could recall was an unappeasing churn in their stomachs, a sensation so intense that it forced the boys to the ground. Gasping for air, they clutching their torsos, their faces etched with pain and fear as they exchanged panicked looks. The world around them seemed to obscure moreso, the sharp wail of an ambulance siren wailing in the distance and echoing in their ringing ears.

Before they could process the unfolding calamity, their bodies grew limp, and they were lifted up by the strong hands of paramedics onto stretchers. The emergency workers moved precisely and urgently, working fastly in order to save the disaster at hand. Outside of the Orpheum, a crowd of fans looked on, stricken with worry and disbelief. Whispers spread among them like wildfire, prayers and manifestations filling the air as 3RACHA was transported to the hospital. They had saved up their allowances in hopes to see this show, but all they could anticipate now was a recovery from the three and a reschedule of the showcase.

By morning, news outlets would be covering 3RACHA's most notorious embellishment; unfortunately, it would not be the concert they worked so hard to make it to, or a spectacular recovery from their tribulated sickness.

"3RACHA: A Hollywood Tragedy."

[httpdwaekki]

movie night | s.c. ft b.c.

summary: after a rough day all you wanted was a movie night with your favorite boys, but when they forget it feels like you’re world is crumbling.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: hurt/comfort, fem!reader, gendered terms of endearment (sweet girl, baby girl, etc.), crying, meltdown.

a/n: i kinda got lost in the sauce w this one but week three wooo!!! don’t forget to check out @straykeedz versions!!! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

(i tense switch alot during this, i wrote it half asleep most of the time, i’ll edit it eventually lmao)

my library | bee’s vers | bee | binnie month | fundraiser

(pictures not mine! credit to owners!)

you were having a terrible day, nothing was going right and the only thing keeping you from completely breaking down was the movie night you had planned with your boyfriends.

8 o’clock came and you were all set up in your living room with snacks, blankets and of course wolf chan and dwaekki. you were sat on the couch, barely containing your excitement for the night ahead.

but then 8:15 came and you were still sat there alone, and then 8:20 you decided to send them a gentle reminder.

from sweet girl <3:

hi my loves, i’m all set up for movie night whenever you guys are ready 🖤

but 8:30 rolled around and then 9:00 and by that point you had sent several texts

from sweet girl <3:

i’m assuming you guys are still at the studio, just let me know when you’re on your way! love you guys 🖤

it’s getting kinda late, i hope everything’s okay, love you both very much 🖤🖤

i hope everything’s okay, but it’s getting late so i’m heading to bed, we can do movie night another night, goodnight my loves

now it’s 10:00, you had a terrible day and now the one thing you were looking forward to fell through, you were defeated. at your last texts you moped into your room needing nothing more than your warm bed and comfort movie.

luckily you had already put the snacks away after an hour of waiting realizing they probably forgot. once cozy in bed, you put monsters inc on your tv and pulled the two stuffies to your chest.

it was at this point the realization of what happened hit and you couldn’t stop the breakdown that followed. tears streaming down your face, breathing terribly uneven, and incoherent words falling from your mouth.

“they- they forgot about me.” you whimpered, hugging the plushies impossibly closer to you. the hoodie from changbin that usually helps calm you down, was now just a painful reminder of the two missing people.

you ripped the article of clothing off in an attempt to calm yourself, throwing it across the room. you settled back into the soft mattress, placing the gray and pink plushes to the side, opting for your soft blanket to calm yourself.

luckily after a few minutes your comfort movie had worked it’s magic and you felt yourself relax enough to finally fall into dreamland, tears drying against your skin as you slept.

unbeknownst to you, your boys were scrambling 15 minutes away in the studio. the producers had a habit of locking up their phones during their working hours to limit distractions but unfortunately that caused them to also forget about the plans they made with their favorite girl.

“oh fuck, hyung we gotta go, like now.” changbin shot up out of his chair once he realized the time. they were supposed to be at your apartment 2 hours ago to start movie night. “huh? what, what happened, what’s wrong?” trying to figure out what could’ve pulled such a reaction from the younger boy.

“look at the time,” he points to the time to emphasize his statement. “oh fuck,” the older of the two’s eyes goes as wide a saucers, whipping his head to the former. “we were supposed to be there 2 hours ago.” bin nods his head before moving to shut everything down.

“okay, okay, relax bin, let me save everything, you pack everything up then we can leave, okay?” changbin nods, realizing he’s right, this will all be completely in vain if they lost everything they were working on.

in the midst of gathering their items, changbin finally looks at his phone where he finds all the messages you sent, the last one being sent 15 minutes ago. he quickly texts out a response, hoping you hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

from binbin <3:

princess we’re so so sorry, we got caught up in work, we’re packing and heading to you now. we love you so so much baby. 🩷🩷

he puts his nail in his mouth, gnawing on it anxiously as his leg shakes. after saving all the files and shutting everything down, chan turns back to find a very anxious changbin staring at his phone.

he makes his way next to him, placing his hand on the shaking leg. “hey, what’s going on?” he asks gently. changbin looks up, unshed tears line his soft eyes. “she texted us 11 times.” his breathes, shaking his head, showing him the phone screen.

“and we ignored every single one of them. what if she was hurt? what if something happened? we would’ve never known” he rambles, sending himself further into a spiral.

“hey, hey,” he gently grabs the younger’s cheek, “she’s safe, she’s home in bed asleep,” his thumb slowly stroking his cheek, soothing the anxious man. “we’re going to her now, everything will be okay, okay?” bin nods his head, closing his eyes, letting a stray tear or two run down his cheek.

chan wipes the tears before placing a soft, loving kiss to his temple. “okay, let’s go see our girl.” chan smiles, grabbing his hand pulling him up with him.

once they made it to your apartment (not without breaking a few traffic laws), they let themselves in with the spare key you made them. quickly discarding their shoes, practically running to your room but not without missing the wrapped up snacks in your kitchen or the discarded blanket pile on your couch.

changbin pauses, guilt clutching his heart as he sees your discarded preparations. “come on.” chan quietly ushers, pointing to your room with a quick movement of his head. bin is quick to follow, needing to see you as soon as possible.

chan opens your door, finding a sleeping lump in the middle of your bed and none other than monsters inc playing softly on the screen. that alone told them everything they needed to know but then the thrown hoodie on the floor and two plushies laying next to you instead of clutched to your chest?

they knew they messed up, big time. bin went to rush to you, to wake you up and apologize profusely but chan stops him. “hold on, you might scare her.” bin nods understanding that even though he means well, you were in a very fragile mental state.

the older man carefully sits on the side of your bed, placing a hand to your shoulder. it was only then did he catch a glimpse of the tears stains dried to your chubby cheeks. his breath hitches, causing changbin to look after, catching sight of the same thing, his eyes filling with tears once more.

chan holds out his hand to give him a quick squeeze and a kiss before turning back to the problem at hand. he lays his chin on your shoulder, softly rubbing your arm to coax you awake.

“sweet girl,” he whispers, placing kisses to your shoulder, trying to wake you up as softly as possible. “wake up baby girl.” you slowly come back to consciousness, realizing that there was someone touching you.

you would have been scared if you didn’t recognize the familiar aussie voice. chan sits back as he feels you stir, bin coming to sit beside him, placing a hand to your thigh.. you turn to find your boys looking at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen.

you feel the familiar sting behind your eyes but you quickly rub your eyes, masking your tears. “hi” your voice quiet, sleep lacing your voice. “hi sweetheart.” the aussie coos, “hi bunny.” bin whispers, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs soothing him you.

“we’re sorry baby, we completely lost track of time, and we put our phones away so we didn’t see you texted, we’re just- really sorry bubba.” you nod, willing your tears away before you spoke.

“it’s okay, i understand.” you say lowly, fidgeting with the soft material to keep your composure. but try as you might the two boys knew you all too well.

“no it’s not,” bin finally speaks, causing you to catch a glimpse of him. two streaks shine on his soft cheeks against the glow of the tv, caught your eye. you sit up, moving chan, attempting to reach changbin.

“it’s not okay, we knew we had plans with you today, and not only did we miss it, we ignored you-” you cut him off with a kiss, your hand coming to wipe the wet streaks away. you pull away, your own tears making their way down your chubby cheeks.

“i am upset, but i’m not mad. i just had a bad day and this was the one thing i was looking forward to and it was just the final straw.” pause, sniffling as chan grabs the hand still in your lap.

“i was inconsolable and your hoodie and the stuffies just felt like a reminder of my bad day.” you look down, your hand falling from the soft man’s cheek to your lap, where he grabs your hand. you hear a sniffle, cause your head to shoot up where you find them both with wet streaks on their cheeks.

your lip wobbles as you see your boys upset, you shake your head frantically. before you can even open your mouth, chan shakes his head before moving behind you, pulling you to his chest. binnie moves to sit in chan’s previous position, placing a soothing hand on your thigh.

“do not apologize, you did nothing wrong, us being upset or missing movie night is not your fault, nor is it your problem to fix.” he whispers in your ear, rubbing your soft tummy. your lip wobbles again, dropping your head into your hands as you sob.

bin moves to wrap his arms around you, bringing you to him as best he could with you against chan. they knew you were upset and the best thing for you was to let you cry it out as heart wrenching as your sobs are.

they just hold you as you calm down, binnie rubbing your back, placing kisses to your temple. chan rubbing your tummy, placing kisses to your shoulder.

you pull away once you feel calm enough, wiping your tears as you sniffle. “thank you, both of you, i love you both more than you know.” you give bin a kiss first before turning around as best you could, doing the same to chan.

“come on, let’s get you to sleep, we’ll talk more in the morning, sweet girl, okay?” he pats your tummy, waiting for you to nod your head before moving the blankets to give you space in the middle of the bed. you carefully move over, shivering as you land on the cold side of the mattress.

both boys get up, chan rounding the bed to get to the other side while binnie goes to grab his discarded hoodie. he makes it back to your side as chan sits on the edge of the bed.

“sit it up for me quick bunny. “ he says, kneeling on the bed, scrunching the fabric. you sit up, lifting your arms so he can slip the familiar fabric over your head. once you slide your hands through the sleeves, the hood covering a part of your face.

you give him a cheesy smile before shooting out to wrap your arms around him. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, placing a big kiss to your hood covered head. “mwah!” he plops down next to me, getting comfy under the blankets.

you adjust the hoodie a bit before leaning against the plush pillows. chan lifts up the two stuffies, placing them to your chest, wrapping your arm around them. you smile once again, rolling over to place a big kiss on his cheek.

once you settle back into the bed, they both wrap their arms around you, making you feel safe and secure. “good night bubba, we love you,” chan whispers in your ear before placing a loving kiss to your soft cheek. “so so much bunny.” binnie finishes, placing a kiss to your other cheek.

you melt right into their arms. you get comfortable, turning on your side to face binnie, laying your head on his chest, grabbing chan’s arm to stay around you. “i love you both too, more than you know.” you mumble, placing a kiss to bin’s pec and chan’s hand.

you all melt into each other, relaxing slowly as sleep welcomes you, the soft sounds of monsters inc playing as you all lay peacefully in each other’s arms.

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Pairing: Changbin x fem reader

Word count: 850

Note: Reader sees Changbin shirtless for the first time. Also yeah maybe this one was a little self-indulgent because I haven’t been able to find any scenarios like this one so I wrote one of my own 😤

The gentle, muffled sounds of the shower filled the room as you laid on the bed, beginning to doze off. The sounds of the water coming from the bathroom relaxed you, your eyelids beginning to droop slightly in response to the soothing sound. You could feel yourself slowly beginning to doze off, but just before you could, you heard the shower turn off. The sudden silence causing you to stir, your eyes snapping open.

The door to the bathroom was pulled open and out walked Changbin, clouds of steam streaming out of the washroom as they escaped the small space. His jet black hair was wet, only a few lone strands sticking to his forehead and he wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of black basketball shorts.

Your jaw went slack as you stared at his broad, bare back. This was the first time you'd seen Changbin without a top. You've ogled at him plenty of times, watching how his shirts cling to his buff figure and stretch across his large chest, but this was different. This time, there wasn't a piece of fabric covering his incredible physique. It was all on display for you to see.

His shoulders were so wide, his thick, sturdy arms flexing as he rummaged through one of the dresser drawers. You swallowed as you practically gawked at him, drinking him in and savoring the moment—until he turned around, that is.

You were quick to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep but Changbin knew better. His amused chuckles reached your ears, causing you to peel one eye open.

"I know you're not asleep, Y/n."

You gave up your act as he approached you with that signature sideways smirk of his plastered on his face. Your attention was quickly drawn to his exposed chest and abdomen causing you to pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Changbin's main focus when working out was his arms and chest and boy did it pay off.

In addition to never seeing him shirtless that meant you hadn't seen his stomach either. Paired with his impressively large biceps and pecs was a soft-looking tummy, the sight making your heart flip. You'd always assumed Changbin was what you'd call "soft buff" which was someone who was extremely built in the chest and arm department but still managed to have a little tummy and you loved that. Seeing the image in front of you was so much better than anything you could've imagined.

Changbin crawled on the bed licking his lips as he hovered over you.

"Like what you see?"

Your cheeks were immediately set aflame as you averted your gaze out of embarrassment. Changbin's index finger and thumb were placed delicately on your chin, turning your head to face him.

"Hi, pretty."

You swallowed thickly, the temperature in your cheeks rising exponentially.

"Don't get all shy now. Not after you were shamelessly checking me out." He smirked, leaning in closer.

You could only let out a small squeak that sounded too much like a whimper, which only fueled Changbin's confidence. You were like putty in his hands. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to yours for just a moment, which seemed to successfully pull you out of your trance.

"Do you know attractive you are?" You murmured, still in a slight haze, allowing your hands to plant themselves on his shoulders.

"I think have an idea." He grinned, leaning down to latch his plush lips onto yours once again, the feeling making every inch of your body heat up.

Changbin's confidence was one of the many things you found so attractive about him. He was always going around flaunting his gigantic biceps, flexing them for Stay and looking at his arms in the mirror only to praise himself and talk about how handsome he looked. The fact that he was aware of how good-looking he was and wasn't afraid to audibly compliment himself was so sexy.

Changbin's warm lips wrapped around your bottom one, applying the slightest bit of suction that had you melting underneath him. Your fingers curled around his shoulders, nails unconsciously digging into his flesh as you released an involuntary sigh, too caught up in the moment to control your actions.

Changbin grunted at the pressure of your nails, but didn't mind it all that much as he continued to ravish your lips with feverish kisses and tiny bites.

He lowered himself down, diminishing the space between your bodies until his bare torso was flush against you, his lips not once leaving yours. You slipped your arms around his little waist and started sliding your palms up and down his broad back, occasionally digging your nails into his skin when you felt yourself becoming engrossed in the kiss.

Changbin pulled away for a moment, gazing down at you with droopy half-lidded eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as that little sideways smirk of his made an appearance.

"If I knew you'd react this way to seeing me shirtless I would've done it a long time ago."

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♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── love beyond a door..

pairing ||  changbin x reader summary || being neighbors with you was easy for changbin, just like it was falling for you. genre/s || love trope. fluff. romance. angst. trope || boy next door masterlist || stray kids as love tropes mina’s notes ||  dedicated to Lu, my binnie lover. please enjoy ♡ 

At first, Changbin didn’t think anything of the fact that you would often arrive at your door while he was leaving his. It led to exchanged pleasantries, and usually a compliment thrown in from you about his latest performance or song. In the beginning, he was nervous once you recognized him, not knowing whether you’d share with the world where he was currently living. When a month or two passed by and nothing was leaked, he grew to trust you and slowly started to participate when you’d ask questions about his day or comment on something they did. Before he knew it, leaving his apartment was the favorite part of his day.

Maybe it was the way your eyes lit up when they looked at him or how you played with your fingers when you asked him about Stray Kids, but it didn’t take long for his feelings to start to develop. The more he learned about you, the easier it was for his feelings to grow. However, your relationship, if anyone would call it that, only consisted of these little moments in the hall before you both went back to your own lives. Changbin didn’t know why he couldn’t bring himself to see you outside of the hallway walls. Every time he saw you coming home from a night out, he would mentally note that you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. After almost a year of being neighbors, he thought he could work up the courage to ask you out to coffee, yet every time he saw you, the words died on his tongue.

The frequency in which he’d run into you changed over time, but your smile never changed. There were days when he noticed the light didn’t meet your eyes, and then there were days when you seemed to vibrate with energy. However, he hated the days you wouldn’t look at him in greeting, instead choosing to focus on the ground with a soft greeting as you quickly would slip into your apartment. Those were the days he wanted more than anything to have more than his trivial relationship with you. Changbin wanted to be able to make sure you were taken care of in your time of need.

When a day passed that he didn’t see you, he didn’t think too much of it. Perhaps your schedules didn’t align today, or you went out of town. It was the second day when he noticed that your door was slightly ajar causing his heart rate to spike in concern. Did someone break into your place? Were you hurt? Questions quickly entered his brain before leaving. What should he do? Since he didn’t have your number, he figured he’d check on the place just to make sure nothing was wrong then close your door and wait to run into you again. That seemed like a good plan, right?

Slowly peeking in, Changbin took note of the things that gave him a further look into your life. Photos and art on the walls. Things were stacked on various surfaces, the most notable was the small stack of take-out boxes on your counter. Taking a few more steps into your place, he saw you wrapped in a blanket on your couch, lips slightly parted as you slept. His heart couldn’t take the sight. You looked so precious curled up with your hair covering part of your face. Tearing his eyes away from you, he finally saw the empty medicine bottles and tissue box. This was the reason he hadn’t seen you. Before he knew what he was doing, he was moving around your place tidying up the different messes.

In an instant he was closing your door, almost all the way before heading to the store around the corner to replace all the empty things he took note of. It felt weird for him, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing this for you. From the glimpse into your life, he hated the way that you didn’t have anyone to take care of you when you got sick.  Before he knew it, was back in your living room, placing the new items on the now clean table. His lips tugged up to the side, seeing that you hadn’t moved out from the blanket that he draped over your shoulders. You were precious to him at this moment. Really, he wanted to be the person you called when you started to feel sick or needed anything at all.

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By the time you woke, the sun was no longer streaming through your windows, yet your room was still glowing from the lamp that was turned on in the corner. Maybe in your drugged state, you woke and turned on the lights before falling back asleep. Slowly, you got yourself to a sitting position pulling the blanket tighter around your frame. You hadn’t remembered falling asleep in but from the paused drama on the screen, you realized you didn’t make it very long after you’d the last of the medicine you had. A groan escaped your lips as you remembered you’d now need to go out to buy more.

The bright sticky note on your table caught your attention after you mentally hyped yourself up to get off the couch. Written in nice handwriting, you picked it up noticing the replaced medicine littering your table. Your door wasn’t closed so I panicked and came in… I noticed the empty medicine, so I ran to get you some more. I also tried to tidy up so you didn’t have to waste energy on it… I apologize if this is overstepping my boundary… or if this was creepy… your neighbor Changbin. Blinking a few times, you reread the note four more times to make sure you were actually reading it correctly. The adorable boy next door was worried about you enough to check on you and buy you more medicine? There was no way, was there? The sudden knock on your door spooked you back to reality as you got off the couch wondering if he’d come back.

Instead, you found a small bag outside your door and an empty hallway. Picking up the bag, you noticed another sticky note the same color as before. Setting everything down, you pulled the note off the bag reading over the same handwriting as before. I ordered you soup and a few other things. Try to eat before taking more medicine and going to bed. Message my number if you need anything else… your neighbor Changbin. At this point, you couldn’t stop the butterflies floating around in your chest. Unwrapping everything you sat back on the couch, eating the soup, before taking more medicine and sending a thank you to the number that was left.

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Changbin read the message from you every time he had a free moment in the studio. He worried that you would have found it creepy that he had gone into your apartment, touched your stuff, left, and come back. Yet, you thanked him instead. In truth, he didn’t really expect you to message him at all, but he was now over the moon that he had a different way to talk with you. When he didn’t see the light under your door when he got home, he hoped that you were able to sleep soundly through the night.

When morning came, Chanbin’s alarm went off earlier than he liked but rolled over nonetheless to grab his phone. He knew when he or the guys were sick, having food that you didn’t have to make always helped them speed along the process of healing. Knowing exactly what Minho would get the boys, he ordered something similar to be delivered to his house. Really, he should have had them leave it at your door, but he couldn’t help using this as an excuse to get closer to you. After a little bit, he was showered and knocking on your door with food in hand. Every rehearsed hello flew out the window when you opened the door hugging a blanket around your shivering body.

Carefully he shoved the food container in your hands before disappearing back into his place, grabbing the first sweatshirt he could find. In seconds he was back at your door, where you still stood, a small smile on your face as you stared at what you were holding. You didn’t have to get more soup, your voice scratchy from both the sickness and just waking up. Food helps you heal, Changbin replied as a matter of fact before handing you his sweatshirt, wear this today. It should help when you get cold. The fever must not have broken yet since he could feel the heat radiating from inside your place. Thank you, you whispered pulling everything closer to your frame. I’ll order you lunch since I have schedules all day. Once those are over, I’ll swing by with dinner, he spoke quickly, not leaving any room for you to say no. A small nod of your head was all you gave before backing into your apartment and letting the door click shut.

In the following days, the habit formed for Changbin to order you food early in the morning and bring it to you along with a new sweatshirt before leaving for the day. In between practices, he would find Minho to figure out which food would be best before ordering it to your place. After his day was over, he would knock on your door with food, medicine, and anything else that you may have needed. There were days when he didn’t have to ask you what you needed, instead you gave him that information willingly. He felt like it was a big step in your previous relationship boundaries of only talking in the halls.

Changbin wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do once you got over your cold, but for now, he was enjoying the time he got to spend with you. It became easy for him to fall into this routine of seeing you in the morning, calling you in the middle of the day, and then seeing you at night to eat dinner with you. He loved it, nearly as much as he was in love with you. Maybe he used this as an excuse to spend time with you, however, he watched the way your face would light up when he would show up at night food and drink in hand.

Weeks had passed since you had gotten over the cold that originally plagued you, and yet the constant routine that was developed during that time continued to happen. Even on nights when the members were with him, instead of going into their shared place, he would knock on your door, entering to spend the remaining hours of the day with you. Honestly, it had become so normal for him that he didn’t even realize he had confessed to you until he was curled up with you on the couch, a movie playing while your sleeping head was resting on his shoulder. Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow, on his off day, he would confess to you and make things official. Make this feeling in his chest permanent, because he just really loved you.

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𝝑𝝔 son of Eros!Changbin x mortal!fem!reader

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Something was off, you didn't know how to describe it.

You sat up in your bed, looking around for a moment. That's when you spot a man in the corner of your dark room and you scream.

You grab the knife you kept in your nightstand, "who are you!?" you scream at him.

"Shhh!" the man tries to hush you.

"Why are you telling me to shh, you broke into my home!" you exclaim.

"Listen, I'm here on business," he starts before you interrupt him.

"What business do you have being in my house? Is the C.I.A trying to take me out because of my theory on the money smuggling because if so I deeply regret questioning my government and I swear I'm a good brainwashed citizen!" you yelp.

"C.I.A? Government? Brainwashing? I swear to Zeus, you mortals get more crazy by the minute!" the man exclaims, "but no, luckily for you, I am not from the government, well not your government."

"So like the United Nations!? That's even fucking worse! I swear I'm a good law abiding citizen who never questions the old hags that we call politicians!"

The man stares at you with a look of mixed shock and terror on his face, "the godly government," he explains.

"That's somehow even worse?! I don't even believe in God! Wait which religion is right? I swear to God, if it's Scientology I'll find the nearest cliff and jump off, I swear you will not take me alive Mr.Secret Scientology Agent Man Thing."

The man's mouth is agape and you can tell he's trying to put the pieces together, "What's Scientology?" he questions.

"They believe in aliens and shit, but they're lowkey a cult, and they're trying to reach Nirvana or whatever, trying to get their brainwaves to vibrate at the same frequency as an alien's or some stupid shit like that," you explain.

"Ok, well aliens aren't real," Changbin starts before you interrupt him.

"Ok science denier, you're telling me you're a- whatever you are- and aliens aren't real. Maybe you're in a cult. What frequency do your brainwaves vibrate at?"

"I'm not in a cult, I'm one of the sons of Eros," he explains.

You burst out into a fit of laughter while the man slaps himself on his forehead, "okay buddy, time to put you back in whatever insane asylum you escaped from," you say as you sit up.

The man turns around and you see the wings poking out from his back. "Maybe evolution did hit the ancient Greeks, you're like Icarus but like evolved and not as crispy and fried as I'd imagine him being," you figure as you admire the man's wings.

"Why are you bringing up Icarus?"

"Well he had wings," you remind him.

"Yeah and you're about to fly too close to the sun," he sighs, "I was assigned to your case. I'm going to help you find your soulmate."

"Ok sure you are buddy," you chuckle.

"Can you at least put down the knife, I feel like you're gonna stab me," he requests.

You sigh and put the knife back in your nightstand. "So how does this whole thing work?" you ask the man.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I'll find a list of potential soulmates for you," he explains.

"So you're like the match maker from Mulan?"

"I'll make sure to look for someone who appreciates your fantastic sense of humor," he retorts sarcastically.

"Boo, you're no fun! Live a little!" you exclaim and sit criss crossed on your bed.

The man pulls up a chair and pulls out a clip board and a pen. "Male or female?" he asks.

"I'm a woman," you say it like it's obvious.

"I mean for a partner, do you want a man or a woman?"

"Either," you shrug.

He scribbles that down in your chart. "What's your name by the way, you know like everything about me and all I know is that you're a Scientologist and mentally impaired and a bird or whatever."

"Changbin," he says while rolling his eyes, "do you have a height preference?"

"Nope," you pop the p.

"Weight preference?"

"Another no."

"Age preference?"

"What do you mean by that because I am not-"

"-I'm going to stop you right there," he glares at you, "you need to take this seriously."

"I am being serious!? I'm not a-"

"Ok! I get it, I'll j-just mark down older."

"Make sure it's not like super old though."

He looks up at you, "excuse me?"

"Like a person who is like- older than my grandma. Unless they're like absolutely loaded."

He rolls his eyes and moves on, "do you have a preference regarding lifestyle?"

"Yeah, I don't want them to be a politician or a Scientologist or mentally insane."

"Ok," he scribbles on the paper, "done, I need you to sign here."

He passes the clipboard to you and hands you the pen.

"Why?" you question.

"Because this is a legally binding contract," he says it like it's obvious.

"So like in Cat in the Hat where two underage kids sign their life away to a six foot tall man in a fur suit? Am I signing my life away?"

"Just sign the fucking paper," he requests.

You sign the paper and hand it back to the winged man.

He flips through more pages in the clipboard before his face falls. "What is it? Don't tell me my soulmate is a politician!" you whine.

"It's worse," he hums, "you need to come to HQ with me."

"Wait so who is it? Is it like a serial killer? I didn't even think of that!"

"Will you shut up and take my hand," he offers his hand out to you.

You hesitantly take it. You're instantly transported to a place you've never seen before. An office building with pink walls and pink tainted glass that over looks above the clouds. Changbin pulls you with him to a desk.

"Eros, I need to speak with him," Changbin says to the person, who also has wings, that is working at the desk.

"I'll tell him you need to see him," the person says.

"Thanks," Changbin mutters.

Changbin lets go of your hand and begins pacing around the waiting room. "So like is it bad?"

"It is me," he mumbles.

"Huh?"

"Your soulmate, it's me."

Your mouth falls agape as you stare at he man. "What?" you question.

"Yeah, tell me about it," he grumbles as he continues his pacing.

"But you're like-" you pause.

"-a matchmaker. And you're a mortal."

"Eros will see you now," the woman at the reception desk announces.

Changbin pulls you by the wrist through the hallway and into a room. The room is large, huge floor to ceiling windows on two of the walls, a huge desk right in the center, and an extremely tall man with strawberry blonde hair sitting at the desk. Changbin lets go of your wrist when he makes eye contact with the man. "Changbin!" the man at the desk says, he stands up and walks over to where Changbin and you were standing, "it's so good to see you, son!"

You look up at the man towering over yourself and Changbin. Easily 8 feet tall with a pair of feathery wings on his back.

The man lifts up Changbin, pulling him into a tight hug. "Dad, it's good to see you too, but listen we have a situation," Changbin says sternly.

"A situation?" the man asks, putting Changbin back on the ground.

"This is Y/n Y/l/n," he introduces you.

"I know of her," he smiles.

He leans down to shake your hand, holding his out for you to take. You hesitate before you do, but you gently shake the tall man's hand, "you know me?" you ask the man.

"Well of course I do! I am a God after all!" he cheerfully booms, "you can just call me Eros!"

"Nice to meet you," you give the man a tight lipped smile.

He lets go of your hand and it falls to your side.

"Listen- Dad," Changbin interrupts, "I think that there was a mistake with y/n's soulmate generator."

"How so?" Eros questions.

"Well, it said that well-" he stammers.

"Does she have a soulmate?" Eros asks.

"Well yes b-but-" Changbin continues to stutter.

"-it's him, sir, Changbin is my soulmate," you explain.

"What?" the man gasps.

"Listen, I'm just as surprised as you are, I specifically said no politicians, Scientologists, or mentally insane people."

"He is, none of those things?" Eros states.

"Yeah well when you wake up in the middle of the night to someone standing in the corner of your bedroom talking about how they're from the 'godly government' and it reminds you of Scientology, and then he tells you he's the son of Eros so obviously you start thinking to yourself that this guy is either seeing something we can't or he's strung out on something, and then he makes you sign your life away like those kids did in the cat in the hat movie, then you can call me picky," you ramble.

Eros glances at Changbin then at you and then back to Changbin, "well were you the only option?"

"Yes," Changbin confirms.

"Well then it is destined to be, she did sign the contract," he points out.

"So wait? Did I sign my life away?" you ask.

"Well not your life," Eros begins before he cuts himself off.

"Dad," Changbin says, "what do we do?"

"I suppose we follow the rules," Eros figures, "you two are soulmates."

Changbin's jaw practically falls to the floor, "there is no way."

So now you find yourself at Changbin's house, well apartment, on Mt.Olympus. The apartment itself is more than just nice. It is beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows with a scenic view, a full kitchen with a separate wine closet, even a balcony overlooking the streets of Olympus which were full of nymphs and muses and Gods and Goddesses alike. Ornate furniture with gold accents, a chandelier that looked like it costed more than a yacht, and 4 luxurious bedrooms. "Make yourself at home," Changbin sighs as he takes off his coat.

"Woah, this is your house?" you exclaim as you ogle at the ornate house.

"Yeah," he blushes, "it's ours now I suppose," he runs a hand on the back of his neck.

"Oh my God, this is straight up like a fairytale," you say as you look through the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, opening the fridge.

"Yeah, is there anything I can eat?"

"What do you mean anything you can eat?"

"Well like I don't think I can drink nectar, because I'm like a mortal or whatever," you chuckle as you look at his puzzled expression.

"Well technically you can drink it, but you would like probably pass out from what you mortals call 'alcohol poisoning'," he chuckles as he grabs a soda from the fridge.

"Wait do you have some?" you ask excitedly.

"I mean yeah but like, why?"

"Well I wanna try it!"

"No," he shuts down before you can continue.

"Please! Just once Changbin!" you beg.

"I said no," he says, more firmly this time.

"Ugh fine you're no fun," you cross your arms and take a seat on his kitchen island.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asks, changing the topic.

You hum while you think for a moment, "spaghetti," you decide.

"Okay," he agrees.

He begins pulling ingredients out of the fridge and pantry and you just sit there on the counter and watch as the man prepares dinner. "Soooooo," you speak as Changbin puts a pot of water on the stove, "what's it like being the son of Eros?"

"Well, I think it gives people the wrong impression of me sometimes," he reveals.

"How so?"

"Imagine that your father is known for orgies and sex, prayed to by mortals for him to grant them fertility and true love, doesn't always leave the best impression with people," he explains crossing his arms.

"Why not? Are you not like him?"

"Not at all," he mumbles softly, "I do this job because I like making people happy, to be honest I didn't know it was possible as a matchmaker to match with anyone," he explains, "especially a mortal, like yourself."

"Doesn't Zeus have lots of kids though? Is he matched with someone?" you ask.

"Don't even get me started on how many kids he has, y'know we have a whole department that keeps track of his children," he whispers the last part.

You stifle a laugh and get a good look at the man who is your soulmate. His sharp nose and round face paired with gentle eyes and buff arms have you feeling tingly inside and out. "Zeus does have a soulmate, or well he says she's his soulmate, Hera," he explains.

"Isn't that his sister?"

"I wish you mortals would stop spreading lies like that," Changbin sighs and rubs his eyes.

You giggle and swing your feet back and forth. "So wait, not all of you are like related?" you ask.

"No," he chuckles.

"So like how does the whole soulmates thing work?"

"Well, once you're matched, you're matched, you fall in love with the person, they fall in love with you, some couples get married, some don't," he explains.

"Can we get married? If we get married can we please get married by and Elvis impersonator in Vegas, ooh and I want a pink wedding dress!" you proclaim.

"Yeah, sure," he hums as he adds the noodles to the boiling water, "anything else you want for our wedding?"

"Hmm, maybe a chocolate fountain at the reception and for the reception to be held in a strip club," you half joke.

"That would make our wedding, interesting," he giggles, turning back to face you now.

"Well yeah, you only get married once! May as well enjoy it! Also honeymoon in Paris, or like somewhere in Europe!"

"Yeah," he smirks, "we can do all of that."

God, he looked good. Did he always look this good? Maybe you were too blind to it before, because fuck he was good looking.

"Really?" you ask enthusiastically.

"Really," he smiles softly.

"What about our wedding night?" you ask before you fully think through what you're saying.

"Our wedding night? Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?" he teases.

"Well- I-I j-just wanna k-know what you like? I mean I-" you stutter as you try to speak.

You freeze when Changbin moves over to where you sit and pulls you in for a kiss, stopping right before his lips touch yours, you feel your heart thumping in your chest and heat rising to your cheeks as you slowly relax into his gentle grasp.

"Kiss me-" you hoarsely whisper.

He licks his lips before he finally puts his lips on your own, his lips molding against yours in a tantalizing rhythm. You are the one to break away from the hypnotic kisses he is placing on your lips. "Changbin- why I feel so-" you mumble, searching his eyes for an answer for the certain wanting in the bottom of your stomach.

"The love spell, it- well- it makes you," he flushes.

"Horny?" you ask.

"Yeah," he laughs, "makes both parties-y-y'know horny."

"Holy shit," you giggle as you bring him back in for another kiss.

This kiss is passionate and rough, in perfect contrast with the way Changbin holds you close. His hands resting on your waist, gently rubbing feather-light touches on your sides, each one leaving you more breathless than the last. Your arms loop around the back of his neck, reveling in the comfort of his lips on yours.

It's not enough though, you need him inside you, you need him to fuck you. "Changbin-" you moan against his lips.

"Darling," he coos, "tell me what you want-you c-can have it-w-whatever you want."

"Bin- I-I," you whine.

"P-please ma'am wan-wanna be inside," he squeaks.

"Ma'am?" you smirk, pulling apart from the kiss to search Changbin's eyes.

"Ma'am, mommy, mistress, master, whatever you want- I-I d'care, just pl-please, wanna be inside," he searches your face for any apprehension.

"Changbin I-I, get on your knees," you whimper as you notice the way he looks at you.

His hair is messy, his eyes lust blown and lips plump from kissing. You watch the heavenly sight in front of you as Changbin sinks down to his knees in front of you. He gently holds your leg as he kisses your knee, "please," he speaks a confession, "wanna worship you."

His fingers trail up and down your clothed legs, and at this time you curse yourself for wearing plaid pajama pants instead of flimsy sleep shorts.

You quickly stand on two feet and begin walking away, scaring the man on the floor. "Y/n- w-we d'have to!" he yelps.

"Take me to the bedroom, please," you huff.

Changbin leaps onto his feet and shows you to the bedroom, his hand in yours. Like two horny teenagers left unsupervised for more than 30 seconds.

You found yourself making out with him on his soft bed, it was a little awkward with Changbin's wings on his back, but you couldn't seem to mind, especially not when his fingers are cupping your breasts under your shirt and his fingers are tweaking your nipples in his fingers. A soft tune is playing from what you presume is your phone, or it could be the record player in the corner of Changbin's room, but honestly you don't care when Changbin's head moves down your chest, kissing above your waistband. "Honey," he calls out to you.

"Y-yeah," you look at him.

"Wanna watch you get off," he requests, "wanna watch you, please."

You're stripping off your clothes before you can even think of what you're doing, throwing your clothes somewhere in Changbin's room. You watch as his mouth falls open as he stares at your tits. "Like what you see, honey?" you ask as you lay your head back on the pillows.

He nods and you watch the faint blush creep up onto his cheeks. "Wanna see you too, please, please Bin," you hum.

He follows after you, removing his clothes and you ogle at his body. Fuck, he was muscular, and your mouth started watering when you saw his cock.

"It's n-not," he begins before you are spitting in your hand and wrapping it around the base of his cock.

Not very long, but fat in girth, with a pretty flushed tip and nicely trimmed bush surrounding it. Changbin's mouth falls open as you begin jerking his cock, "it's more than okay, baby," you reassure the man whose eyes are rolling to the back of his head from pleasure.

"Y-your," he whimpers, trying to speak.

"Don't worry about anything other than feeling good, just relax my love, let me make you feel good," you hum.

You can see the internal struggle on Changbin's face before he shoves his own hand in between your legs, spreading your wetness around your folds. "Changb-" you begin, going to chastise the boy but his fingers move up to your clit, rubbing in soft circles.

"P-please," he whimpers.

"Hm?" you hum searching his face while his fingers continue playing with your pussy.

"Can I suck on your tits?" he asks with a timid voice.

You can't help but smile as the fingers on your spare hand wrap in the boy's curly black hair and bring his mouth to your chest. You speed up your hand that is playing with his cock, trying to repay how well Changbin is making your pussy gush just with his calloused fingers.

Changbin is sucking on your nipple and his fingers are playing with your clit and it all is becoming too much and just enough at the same time. "Mommy," Changbin moans against your chest.

"Yeah, I know it feels good doesn't it?" you coo to the man who is clearly losing himself in the pleasure of you stroking his chubby cock.

He nods his head into your chest and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head before his hips start bucking his cock into your hand. "G-gonna-ngh," Changbin whimpers.

"It's okay my love, let go, there you go honey," you instruct.

Changbin cums with a low groan as his hips keep bucking into your hand, his fingers that were playing with your clit stopping and resting there as you watch his pearly white cum shoot out of his cock and onto his soft stomach.

His legs slightly twitch as he comes down from his orgasm before he looks up at you before remembering he is also supposed to make you cum, you don't let him feel bad about cumming first though. Instead opting to praise him for being good while his fingers resume their movements on your swollen clit while his mouth continues playing with your nipples.

"Ch-changbin," you choke out a whine.

A particular hard swipe to your clit has you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm, clenching Changbin's shoulders as you ride through the high. "Perfect," Changbin praises and presses a kiss between your breasts, "and all mine."

"All yours," you reassure, "all yours Changbin."