#LGBT kpop

[o6frog]

stray kids pride ᯓ★

[fudgeez]

"Rules of Attraction"

Synopsis: Rei has always been smooth, confident, and effortlessly charming—well, with everyone except Y/N, the ever-composed, impossibly kind student council president.

The problem? Y/N is also Wonyoung’s older sister.

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Rei had a reputation.

A big one.

She was the school’s resident flirt—charming, playful, and absolutely shameless when it came to making people blush. Whether it was winking at cute underclassmen, throwing casual pick-up lines in the hallway, or slinging an arm around her friends just to see them flustered, Rei thrived on the thrill of it all.

She never got too attached.

It was just for fun.

Until Y/N.

And that was a problem.

A huge problem—because Y/N wasn’t just anyone.

She was Wonyoung’s older sister.

And if there was one thing Wonyoung hated, it was flirts like Rei being anywhere near her precious sister.

"Listen up, snake."

Rei blinked as Wonyoung blocked her path, arms crossed, looking like she was about to commit a crime.

"Uh… good morning?" Rei greeted hesitantly.

"Cut the crap," Wonyoung snapped. "I know you."

Rei smirked. "Of course, you do. I’m amazing."

"Rei, I’m serious." Wonyoung glared. "You flirt with everyone, and that’s fine, whatever. But my sister? She’s off-limits."

Rei felt her stomach twist but forced a cocky grin. "Relax, Wony. Your sister’s not even my type."

Biggest lie of her life.

Because Y/N was absolutely her type.

Rei was a mess.

It wasn’t her fault.

It was Y/N’s fault for looking ridiculously attractive during the student council meeting.

She was dressed in her neatly pressed uniform, sleeves rolled up, hair tucked behind her ears as she flipped through paperwork, completely oblivious to the fact that Rei was dying inside.

"Rei, are you paying attention?"

Rei blinked, snapping out of it.

"Huh? Yeah, totally."

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. "If you keep zoning out, you’ll have to stay after and help organize."

Rei almost volunteered on the spot.

And then—

Y/N leaned forward, grabbing Rei’s crooked tie and fixing it for her.

Rei’s brain short-circuited.

Y/N’s fingers brushed against her neck, and Rei forgot how to breathe.

"There," Y/N said softly, smiling. "That’s better."

Rei blushed.

Like, actually blushed.

She, the ultimate flirt, was red in the face because of a simple tie adjustment.

And worst of all?

Y/N just moved on like nothing happened.

—

Wonyoung had dragged Rei to the school festival, mostly to keep an eye on her.

"If I catch you flirting with anyone, I’ll kill you," Wonyoung muttered.

Rei rolled her eyes. "I get it, I get it. No flirting. Can I breathe, though? Or is that not allowed either?"

Wonyoung shoved her.

But then— Rei’s eyes found Y/N.

And everything else faded.

Y/N was standing near the lantern stalls, wearing a simple but stunning outfit, hair styled effortlessly, and smiling at something one of the council members said.

Rei’s heart slammed against her ribs.

Wonyoung, noticing, groaned. "Nao Rei—"

Too late.

Rei was already walking over.

"Fancy seeing you here, Vice President," Rei teased, stepping into Y/N’s space.

Y/N looked up, eyes lighting up when she saw her. "Rei! I didn’t know you were coming."

Rei melted.

"Wouldn’t miss it," Rei said smoothly, hands in her pockets. "You look amazing, by the way."

Y/N chuckled. "You say that to everyone, don’t you?"

Rei smirked. "Yeah. But with you, I actually mean it."

Silence.

And then—

For the first time ever—

Y/N blushed.

Rei’s brain exploded.

Wonyoung, from a distance, groaned in frustration.

But Rei? Rei just grinned.

Because for once, she wasn’t flirting for fun.

She was flirting because she actually meant it.

Rei wasn’t sure what possessed her to drag Y/N to the rooftop after the festival, but she did.

Y/N, confused but amused, let herself be led.

"Rei, what’s going on?"

Rei exhaled, running a hand through her hair.

"I—look, I know I joke around a lot, but with you, it’s different."

Y/N tilted her head. "Different how?"

Rei stepped closer, trapping Y/N against the railing.

"Different as in… I don’t want to flirt with anyone else anymore."

Y/N’s lips parted slightly.

Rei swallowed hard. "You make me nervous, Y/N. No one’s ever done that before. And it’s so, so unfair."

Y/N stared at her for a long moment.

Until she smile,"Rei."

Rei felt her stomach flip.

"You’re cute when you’re serious."

Rei nearly passed out.

"Y..you think I’m cute?"

Y/N laughed, stepping closer, their bodies almost touching. "Yeah."

And then—

She reached up, fixing Rei’s tie like she always did.

Only this time—She didn’t step away.

Rei gulped.

"Does this mean I can kiss you?" Rei asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled. "I thought you’d never ask."

And that night, under the glow of the festival lights, Rei kissed the one girl she was never supposed to fall for.

And for once—

She didn’t regret a single thing.

Not until she thought she was in the clear.

She thought she had pulled off the impossible—winning over Y/N without Wonyoung finding out.

She was so wrong.

Because the second their lips parted, a sharp voice cut through the air.

"What. The. Hell."

Rei froze.

Y/N turned, brows furrowing. "Wonyoungie?"

There she stood—Wonyoung, hands on her hips, looking one second away from committing a crime.

Her gaze flickered between them, slowly processing what she had just walked in on.

The slight flush on Y/N’s cheeks. The way Rei’s hand was still resting on her waist.

The fact that her best friend had just been making out with her older sister.

Rei was so dead.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," Wonyoung muttered, rubbing her temples. "Of all people, Rei?! Are you serious?"

Rei awkwardly cleared her throat. "Uh… hi, Wony?"

"Don’t you ‘hi’ me!" Wonyoung snapped. "You’re a menace, Rei! A shameless flirt! I told you to stay away from my sister!"

Y/N sighed. "Wonyoung, calm down—"

"I will not calm down!" Wonyoung pointed an accusing finger at Rei. "Do you have any idea how many hearts this girl has broken? And now you’re kissing her on a rooftop like it’s some kind of romance drama?!"

Rei held up her hands. "Okay, okay—first of all, rude. Second, I’m serious about Y/N."

Wonyoung snorted. "Serious? You? Please. You probably said that to like ten other girls this week."

Rei sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I get it. I have a bad track record. But this isn’t some game to me. Y/N’s… different."

Y/N smiled softly at that.

But Wonyoung?

Wonyoung looked like she was having a crisis.

She stared at them for a long moment before groaning, dramatically flopping against the railing. "This is a nightmare."

Rei smirked, stepping closer. "Come on, Wony, you have to admit—we’d make a cute couple."

Wonyoung turned so fast. "Shut. Up."

Rei only grinned wider. "Oh my god, you’re actually considering it, aren’t you?"

Wonyoung shot a death glare at Y/N. "If she breaks your heart, I’m killing her."

Y/N chuckled, patting Wonyoung’s head like she was a grumpy child. "Noted."

Rei nudged Wonyoung with her elbow. "So… you’re giving us your blessing?"

Wonyoung crossed her arms, still glaring. "No. I’m tolerating it. There’s a difference."

Rei leaned down, voice teasing. "Love you too, bestie."

"Get away from me," Wonyoung deadpanned.

Y/N just laughed, shaking her head. "Come on, let’s get out of here before she actually explodes."

Rei grabbed Y/N’s hand, intertwining their fingers.

And this time, Wonyoung didn’t stop them.

(Though she did dramatically gag when she saw it.)

But for Rei?

That was a win.

[ddaenig]

𖦹 guess who's back? may is here! pack headers! ☆

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[cosquinh-ahaha]

Meme Bios ! "pridemonth"

🏳️‍🌈💋✌️😻🎈

#pridemoth #bewhoyouare #gaysex

nem ia beber hoje mas ops kkk é meu mes

sou filha do meu pai gosto de mulheres e tb filha da minha mae gosto de homens

e vcs esquecem de combater o maior inimigo do brasil que é os homens que nao usam calcinha

essa porra veio quebrada fica me olhando como se eu fosse gay (to na frente do espelho

nome: lesbitron2000 apelido: lesbitoca pronomes: les/bika onde moro: ilha de lesbo

atencao.. vou me assumir.. é com mt infelicidade que eu comunico a todos: SOU fa da anitta

atualmente 3 coisas sao comuns ter tatuagem dar a bunda e reclamar no twitter .. eu n tenho tatuagem e nem twitter

procuro romance leve e na manha com alguem que aceite escrever nossos nomes no cadeado em paris no primeiro encontro

praticamente amadora do lesbianismo (nenhuma mulher quis casa cmg ainda

meu tipo: homem twink e mulher musculosa

deviam criar um tinder para gays.. espera o letterbox ja existe

feliz mes do orgulho gay para todos os homens q fumam pod

eu n tenho vergonha de ser bi / pan eu tenho vergonha é de ser bi / pan e solteira

se ser gay é errado me explica pq existe uma Baladinha Queer com fogo e tudo para confraternizar dps da morte ?

fui flerta com a menina e ela me chamou de amiga.. agr é so esperar 15 anos p casar com ela !!

kit bi: uma bandeira e calcinhas em dobro pois vou dividir com a minha namorada ou meu namorado

em nome do pride month farei uma dieta . verdura 🤮🤮 ver dura 😻😻

suicidio adiado preciso aumenta a expectativa de vida lgbt no mes de junho #gincana

indo ali Aviadar 🏳️‍🌈

homofobia ? pq eu teria medo de um viadinho

codigo lesbico cap 1: para flertar chame de diva e a convide para um picnic

nos nao binarios somos tao importantes que inventaram um código matemático em nossa homenagem

chama o ibama pois o viado aki esta solto

[anita-tyler]

Mondays 😣😒

[shortyinblue]

Seonghwa is unfortunately getting a lot of homophobic hate comments on toktoq because of his pride lego photo, atiny are deleting the comments as fast as they can but I'm worried if he's maybe seen some of them.

Ateez is for the Queer community.

All eight of them have always shown such love and support for us in so many ways since the beginning of Ateez.

I don't give a fuck you are not a real Atiny if you're homophobic. If you hate the very thing that Ateez have always preached which is love and acceptance then you are not Atiny.

And if any of the boys are queer will you hate them too?

[woongiesea]

💙 ── 𝑰 𝑪ould 𝑬at 𝑻hat 𝑩oy 𝑭or 𝑳unch

shy!bttm!male reader x dom!top!jiwoong

in which Jiwoong's shy little boyfriend satsfies his appetite during his diet

content warning: gay sex, oral sex, anal sex, Jiwoong eating the reader out, Jiwoong calls the reader "Princess", lowkey rough smut, unprotected sex (dont irl !), muscle kink, slight degradation kink, slight slut shaming, cum drinking, this is just super freaky lmao. loosely inspired by lunch by billie eilish. mostly just smut with no real plot lmfao. (lmk if i missed anything !)

author's note: hi everyone !! this is my first fic so I'm like super nervous hshshsh i hope you guys enjoy <333

also, woongie in thank tops <333

Being sent on a diet to loose weight meant things for Jiwoong. Firstly, it meant that he always walked around with this stomach grumbling the slightest. And secondly, he was needy. So damn needy. So of course he couldn't help himself when you approached him late at night, shy and desperate to cum, could be? All he could think about was all the different ways he could eat up that perfect hole of yours, and drink your cum to satisfy his needs.

Jiwoong laid you down on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge, feet barely touching the floor. He gripped your knees with such strength you almost let out a small whimper from your lips, stretching your legs as far apart as they could, just for him. You could hear fabric rustling, as Jiwoong got down on his knees, face-to-face with your fully clotched crotch. He rubbed your thigh, his fingers squeezing around the flesh, glaring at your like a hungry predator. You whimpered, feeling Jiwoong's touch on your skin. You wanted him bad. so damn bad. And he needed you too. He giggled at the slight shivers you gave as his hand toyed with the straps of your underwear. He took them off, little by little, with so much care you didnt even notice until your member stood up, freed from its fabric prison, hitting the cold air. You gasped, and Jiwoong laughed at how sensetive you were. "You're so fucking responsive, we haven't even started yet, baby..." He slipped his hands under your thighs, lifting you waist up till you felt your dick make contact with his nose, high up. He kissed your balls, and you could feel his smile curving as he made contact with your skin.

His hands travelled from your thighs to your ass, placing your thighs on each side of his shoulder. He gave your ass a firm squeeze, his fingers slowly spreading your cheeks apart, causing you to erupt in a plea of moans. He was teasing you, unbearably, and all you could do was whine. Jiwoong had you under his complete control. He enjoyed this position, seeing you so weak and begging you to fuck him already. He laughed, throwing his head back.

"You're so fucking desperate, I love it. You're like a little bratty, princess, y'know?"

You blushed at the nickname, Jiwoong's words turning you on even more.

"Good. Now sit tight, Princess. The feast has barely even started."

You complied, feeling more and more turned on every second as his strong hands hoisted your ass up all the way to his mouth, watching his muscles bulge and ripple with his movements.

When his lips finally came in contact with your hole, it was pure bliss. Gently, me had out with your hole, pushing his tounge in deeper and deeper by each second. You moaned breathily, feeling the pleasure flowing through every cell of your body. Jiwoong was doing such a good job, it made you lose your breath. He never gave you a second to breath, making sure you were whimpering and moaning his name every second, curling up your toes, fists in the sheets, holding on for dear life.

"You...slut" Jiwoong gruffed through licks and wet kisses. "You like this? Being eaten out like the little whore you are?" He smirked. He knew what effect he had on you. Your dick twitched, tip coated with precum. Jiwoong grinned at the sight. His tounge swirled in your hole, faster and rougher, reaching the deepest parts of you, eliciting sinful sounds from your mouth.

"Earger to cum, hm?" He grinned darkly. You were on the edge of your release when all of a sudden he stopped. You whined in displeasure, about to say something desperate when you felt Jiwoong's lips envelop the tip of your dick.

He held you by the underside of your thighs, slowly setting you back down on the bed. He climbed over your fgure hungrily, devouvering every drop of precum that spilled out of your little pink tip. His hands clamped the sides of your waist, refusing to let you move. Your hands reached down, tangled in his bleached blonde hair. This moment was intoxicating. The way Jiwoong's tounge swirled around your dick and how perfectly it made you choke on your own moans and pleas to calm down, it was like electricity flowing between your bodies.

You didn't even get to announce your arrival when suddenly you were shooting white ropes into Jiwoong's mouth, who swallowed up everything that you gave him, hungrily gulping down the sticky white substance with desperation. He licked his lips, poking around for any small drops. He licked your dick clean, placing hungry, chaste kisses on top. "Fuck, Princess..." he groaned, gulping down the last of your load. "You taste so good. I want more..."

He crawled over to you, planting kisses all over your face- forehead, nose, cheeks, jawline, and finally, your lips. He devouvers your mouth each time, with skill and precision that scares you. He makes you gasp at the perfect times, giving him just enough time to slide in his tounge and explore your mouth. He was so good, he knew you so well, you could only melt under his touch.

His hands slid under the fabric of your thin shirt, rubbing his fingers against your sides in exactly the perfect spots that god you riled up for him. His hand trailed downward, till his fingers poked around the entrace of your hole again.

"You okay, Princess?" He asked for approval, you nodded silently. He smirked.

He pushed in two fingers at the same time, scizzoring you open, pulling out the whimpers and moans he's always needy for. You gasp, moaning his name. "That's right, Princess. Show Woongie how good he's making you feel~" he edged you on, till he considered you ready.

Unbuckling his pants and peeling off his tank top to some corner of his room, he threw your legs over his shoulder, impaitent to get to the good part. "Gonna make Woongie feel good, m'kay?" he led you on gently, pushing his tip into your entrance, causing a prolonged, lewd moan from you. Music to his ears. "That's right, baby, I got you... breath for me..." He whispered, letting you adjust to his girth as he slid it in, little by little.

You whimpered, breathing heavily as he slid in, filling your hole deliciously. You clenched around him, squeezing him tight. He groaned. "Fuck, princess, so desperate?" He smirked, slowly rocking his hips and moving you along with it. You gasped, fisting the sheets till your knuckles went white. You whined for more and more, greedy for pleasure as you chased your second orgasm of the night.

He fully unsheathed himself inside you, rocking his hips back and forth at a caluculated speed to hit your sweet spot over and over again, sending you on the edge as a moaning mess for his cock. He quickened his pace, hips snapping forward as he grinded into you, drawing out the pleas and whimpers he loved to hear, too blissed out to form coherent sentences

"You're doing so well, Princess. You sound like an angel. Cum for Woongie, 'kay?"

You nodded. He smirked, pushing into you at an erratic pace, sending you screaming in pleasure. Jiwoong's face darkened in pride at how he always ruined you, made you so cock-drunk and down bad for him. For everyone else, you were an innocent angel, but only for him were you a princess whining needily for more. He got off to the tears of pleasure streaming down your face, kissing and drinking them up. "Fuck, even your tears taste sweet, princess!" and with one final thrust he sent you into pure nirvana. All you could comprehend was White ropes of your thick white cum and Jiwoong climaxing and filling your tight walls with his white.

He stood back, hungrily eyeing his creation. Too fucked out to even comprehend words, breathing heavy and dripping with cum from every angle, his hunger only grew. He slipped off your dirty t-shirt, licking your cum off your body. You loved the feeling of his hot tounge roaming around your body, devouvering every inch of you till he was satisfied. He kissed your lips with passion and lust.

He looked at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes. "You did so well, princess. I love you. let's get you cleaned up."

[sunny-yyy]

# 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫! 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

★ Warnings : MDNI!, Eating Out, Pet Names, Cursing, Horny Bada, Innocent Reader

★ Words : 1.1K

★ Inspired by : "Strawberry Shortcake" Melanie Martinez

She laughed watching you running around the kitchen, excited to make the strawberry flavored cupcakes you loved, she thought she would help you, the kitchen was covered in flour, sugar, eggs and milk that you had spilled, running to the oven to peek at your cupcakes, her heart was beating seeing more and more your happiness in such a small thing as baking, she saw how your eyes lit up while making pink cream to decorate, how you climbed the shelves to reach all the products like a little child, your soft hair was covered in flour and other things just like her own

Do you enjoy making strawberry cupcakes so much?

She asked with amusement in her voice, seeing you decorate the pink cream with colorful sprinkles and put small shiny stars in them, she brushed your bangs behind your ears and touched your cheek gently

I'm glad I'm making them for you and that you helped me with them

You said quietly, as if you were at least ashamed, your cheeks turned pink, you sat down on the table next to the tray with ready-made cupcakes and a bowl full of pink sweet cream that was not completely used, her eyes fell gently down to your legs and thighs which they were now exposed, your dress rode up as you sat on the table, feeling her words stuck in her throat, she felt hot thinking about what she wanted to do to you now, you looked so cute and innocent, happy and proud of herself

She carefully walked closer to you and placed a small kiss on your cheek, standing in front of your thighs, you looked at her, giving her a sign that you trusted her, your charming smile melted her heart as her soft lips touched yours in a slow kiss, she pulled away to look at yours shining eyes

Bada's heart skips a beat at your innocent blink in your eye, her body responding to the trust you've placed in her, she takes a deep breath and slides her fingers beneath your dress, feeling the softness of your skin against her fingertips, she see your eyes drown down on her touch, feeling your gaze on her hand, her heart races with excitement, she slowly moves her hand further up, her fingers brushing against the lacy material of your panties, she can't help but let out a soft gasp at the intimate contact, her breath hot against your skin

Can I...Can I touch you ?

Her voice delicate and full of love, asking for permission to not hurt you in any way, seeing you nodded with your head she smile softly back to your face, happy with agreement between both of you, she feels your legs tense beneath her touch, and she slides your panties down your thighs, she watches as they fall to the ground, leaving you completely exposed, you noticed how her dark eyes wandered to the bowl of strawberry cream standing next to you

She feels a surge of desire course through her, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting you, her gaze lingers on your pussy, drinking in the sight of your delicate, untouched flesh, Bada moves slowly, her heart pounding in her chest, she can't take her eyes off of your pink pussy as she scoops a generous amount of strawberry cream onto her fingertips and get between your legs

What...are you doing

You ask quietly seeing her slowly kneeling down between your spread thighs on table, her eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of passion and reverence, she leans in, her hot breath washing over your sensitive core as she begins to lick the strawberry cream from your walls, her tongue teases your folds, swirling and circling before delving deeper, savoring your taste mixed with sweet strawberry cream, the kitchen was filled with your muffled moans and whispers in pleasure, you throw your head back, hearing wet sound of her tongue on you, Bada can't help but smile against your pussy, enjoying the sweet sounds of your pleasure, she licks and sucks at your clit, relishing in the taste of strawberry cream and the unique flavor of your skin, her voice was husky and laced with desire as she whispers

You taste so fucking delicious, you have no idea...I can't get enough of you

Her tongue continues to work like magic, exploring every inch of your pussy as her words spur you on, feeling your hand on her hair, Bada lets out a low groan, the sensation of your pulling her closer only fueling her desire, she sucks on your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure as her hands roam your body, seeking out your sensitive spots to tease and caress

B...Bada please...

Her voice was filled with hunger and desire as she look on you

Please what baby ? Tell me what you want

You moan just by her deep and clear voice talking to you, making you shiver more and more

Let me cum...please

Her eyes lock onto yours, burning with a fierce intensity, Bada's tongue delves deeper, thrusting inside you as she works to bring you to the brink

Say pretty please

The desperation in your voice when you moan it back only serves to heighten Bada's desire for you, her tongue flicks rapidly against your clit, her mouth sucking and teasing

You're so fucking sexy when you beg for it

Bada can feel your body tensing, your juices flowing as you teeter on the edge of climax, her lips close around your clit and she sucks hard, drawing out your pleasure as she thrusts her tongue deep inside you, curling it to hit that magic spot

Cum for me baby, don't hold it...

Feeling your release mix with the strawberry cream heightens her pleasure, a low moan vibrating against your sex as Bada tastes you fully, not leaving a single trace of your orgasm unrefined, she then pulls away, licking her lips and smirking at you, she take one cupkake in her hand and bite it

Well, they are delicious, but not as much as you

★ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 ★

A/N: Thank you for reading! ♡.°୭̥ ୨୧

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[dmloae]

ROLE MODEL —

#figureskater!caitlyn → idol!caitlyn x reader

[kpop/idol au]

PROLOGUE

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𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼

𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗢'𝘀

𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗠 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄

synopsis : what we were before, readers and caitlyn relationship before it all went downhill.

genre + wc : friends to strangers to lovers, hidden feelings, both are down bad for each other but they don’t want to ruin their friendship. (in this chapter) 1,7k wc

cw : english is not my first language, remember that, so sorry if any spelling mistakes! homophobia (if you squint), fluff in the beginning, angst, caitlyn pursuing her dream of being an idol in the industry, reader supporting her but not wanting to let go.

the story is set in the us then in south korea, no body/physical description of the reader, so reader is any race yall want her to be!

enjoy! @dmloae2025

It was on the kindergarten playground when you and Caitlyn practically became attached to the hip.

Wherever Caitlyn went you went.

And wherever you went she went.

It was almost like destiny, like some kind of miracle put you and Caitlyn here, on the same period of time, on the same planet, in the same universe— like you both were meant to be.

During your childhood, you were kind of different though, that’s when you bounded with her. You were often picked on, and Caitlyn being the hero she was, was the only one who helped you send those pricks off. And from then on, you never left each other.

Also being from the same neighborhood as her was not helping your case. You were always at hers, and it was really fun playing with all of her toys, you remember this one time, in elementary school,

“Let’s play house with the dolls, it’ll be fun!” She said with excitement in her voice searching for your favorite dolls. You could only comply but every time you both played there was never a dad and a mom, but only moms, you noticed, everyone noticed but nobody said anything because why would they? There was like this unspoken rule between the both of you,

«In the doll world everything and anything can exist, anything and everything can happen, and all things that happen and exist in this world are normal!»

And indeed everything was normal— so when in school, you had some silly projects and you decided to draw two moms, everyone would question, “Uh! Why are there two moms?” Or even “No! Your drawing is wrong, you’re supposed to have a dad— right here”. They would try to erase your masterpiece but you quickly pulled away saying, “In my world anything and everything can happen, and everything is normal— so having two moms, it’s normal!” matter of factly. And since that day no one dared to say anything about it to you, not that Caitlyn was right here, threatening them.

Middle school soon arrived, with Highschool on its back.

Caitlyn never wanted to become an idol to be honest,

It all started with figure ice skating, she flowed onto the field, she and the ice made one. All of her mouvement were calculated, she was graceful as a swan. And there was where she belonged.

So in the field she was, it always fascinated you, the way her body moved with elegance, luckily this passion of hers didn’t come in between the two of you, right? Until this one time.

This one evening night of endless sleepovers you were on her bed watching TV, one of your favorite groups finally released a comeback album, their MV was then playing in the background a few “Woow she’s so pretty!” And little squirms sent Caitlyn head jolting towards you, she got up from whatever she was doing questioning,

“What got you so worked up huh?”

You ignored her still in your little world, then the TV turned black, that’s when you turned your head groaning,

“Ugh, why did you turn it off, my girlfriend was on the screen!”

Throwing your head backwards, “Girlfriend? What are you on, it’s just a bunch of stupid people dancing, nothing extraordinary” she quickly said rolling her eyes,

What an odd reaction? Or was it?

Caitlyn always had a crush on you, but it all started into 3 different stages :

First, denial. When every other little girl had crushes on boys, and when she didn’t she thought that her standards were high, I mean she comes from a wealthy family why should she, Caitlyn Kiremman crush on anyone? But she still has this missing ache in her stomach that others described like butterflies, she always wondered what would it feel like to crush on someone for once. But she met you, and she finally had the famous butterflies in her stomach that everyone described, but no that couldn’t be, that wasn’t right, at all. You are her bestfriend for fuck sake’s! So then came the..

“I’m crazy phase”, thoses stolen glances between the two of you or thoses lingering touches that sent shivers down her spine, suddenly her cheeks were hot, her breathing grew harder and then she knew that she was fucked. Because while you talked about all the drama that happened in school, between this and that and the „Have you heard about what happened? This cheated on that.„ But she only had eyes on you, to be fair you and she never talked about your sexuality, she always assumed you were straight because anytime she asked you about any crushes you would always respond simply.

“I don’t have time for all this”

except that one time watching TV,

“My girlfriend”.

But she never thought more of it. Why should she? She’s your best friend. She had to get a grip so that’s why,

Finally, acceptance, the last stage, also when she firstly introduced you to this girl, Jennifer or whatever her name was, you hated her, why?

Because she took the only thing you had, which was your best friend that was also your crush, Jennifer was all Caitlyn talked about, and you had enough, because what?

How could she be this close to Caitlyn in this short period of time while you knew her since kindergarten. Was her next step was to date Caitlyn too?

You felt helpless, sad, jealous, everything combined, then this sadness turned into anger, and you started to ignore Caitlyn. You thought that it’ll protect your peace, thinking that she was better off hanging out with Jennifer, and that’s what you told yourself every time you felt guilty about it. It started with the unread messages and unresponded calls on your phone, Caitlyn wondered what she did wrong, she had you, her girlfriend that you couldn’t stand a bit and a successful ice skating career. Then she got angry as well, of everything, why wouldn’t you talk to her, why wouldn’t you answer her calls, why you stopped sitting next to her in class and why did you start avoiding her gaze in the school hallways.

So one time she took your wrist and led you in an empty classroom, you were groaning in pain, why was her grip so strong?

“Did I do anything wrong,” she stated. “Why do you keep ignoring me? Did I do anything wrong, tell me? Why did you stop answering your phone? You can talk to me I’m literally your bestfriend!”

She continued angrily, looking at you, brow knitted together. You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t prepared for this, words couldn’t even form, all was mixing together in your head, so you just looked at her, as if you were defeated. Then,

“I don’t want to talk to you right not.” You uttered, avoiding her gaze once again.

“Is this about Jen? You know that I’ll never replace you right?” She quickly said reaching for your hands, trying to give you reassurance. You looked in her eyes, gosh! those pretty eyes,

“I’m so sorry for ignoring you, I was scared, of everything, her taking my place. I really really like you Caitlyn. I’m sorry for hurting you.” You said, voice shaking with regret.

“I also thought both of you were a thing.” You quickly added,

“First of all, she has a boyfriend, second of all you could just talked to me if anything, we tell each other everything, why would I judge you?” She muttered taking you in a hug.

“I’m so dumb.” You replied, voice muffled in her shoulder,

“You are!” She laughed.

After that, everything happened quickly, and before you knew it, it was already summer, which meant holidays. You were so excited, you had many plans with Caitlyn but it all came crashing down the moment she told you over the phone,

“‘I got recruited in a new ice skating club, so I have to fly the country for tryouts. My plane is tonight.”

Oh.

Oh!

Every little activity that you prepared, you even thought about revealing your feelings towards her. Came crashing down. Fuck!

“Where, why, why didn’t you tell me earlier, Caitlyn? And so suddenly? You’re literally flying out in less than two hours, you don’t even tell me goodbye properly! Ugh!”

“Aren’t you happy for me?”

“Yes I am, but I’m surprised. I’m so proud of you Caitlyn.”

“I’m sorry, actually I’m as surprised as you are that everything happened really fast you know.. I didn’t know any of it, my parents literally told me like, 30 minutes ago, that’s why I’m telling you now, you’re the first to know it too.”

“I don’t care about that at all, where are you going? Are you coming back here any time soon?”

“Yeah, I’m supposed to come back here, don’t you worry, I’ll be back before you know it, and besides we will talk trough phone? Right?”

“Yeah, yeah right! It’ll be fine, I’ll miss you though Caitlyn, we were supposed to do many things.”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you yeah?”

“You better!”

The first week Caitlyn being away was fine, you talked every time on FaceTime telling each other what they were up to, her messages were regular, even with different time zones, everything was flowing perfectly.

Then it all stopped.

Her message progressively stopped. Maybe she was busy doing her thing on her side. Ice skating must take a lot of place in her mind. She’s doing it for her career. You should be happy, but you couldn’t help yourself from being the opposite. Why would you be happy when your best friend hardly replies and the only sources of information available are articles on the internet praising her amazing skills— or her social media platform that has gained a lot of followers.

You didn’t even have to talk it out with her. You already knew it, your friendship with Caitlyn is definitely dead.

You were now 21, in college, everything was turning out fine for you. New friends, new city, new everything but there was still this missing piece, Caitlyn.

That’s when you found yourself watching TV, there you saw it, this familiar face, same hair, same gaze, looked a little bit older and sexier, but she wasn’t in any figure skating gear. She was right here on a music stage.

Oh.

Oh!

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Imagine Jaeyi, the poised and intelligent student council president of Chaewa High, finding herself completely captivated by you—the new transfer student who turns her perfectly structured world upside down.

Imagine Jaeyi confessing to you, her usual composure faltering for the first time.

» She’s always been articulate, always in control of her emotions, but when she stands in front of you after school, gripping the edges of her blazer, she suddenly can’t find the right words.

“I don’t… usually feel this way about people,” she admits, voice quieter than usual. “But you—you make me feel different. I think… I really, really like you.”

Her ears are red, her confidence wavering, and for once, the ever-perfect student council president looks unsure.

You smile, taking her hand. “Then let’s figure this out together.”

Imagine Jaeyi being confused by her own feelings.

» She’s always been rational, always followed logic. So why does her heart race when you casually lean against her desk during student council meetings?

Why does she replay your laughter in her head long after you’ve walked away?

One day, she catches herself staring at you for too long, and when you meet her gaze, tilting your head with a playful smile, she immediately looks away, flustered.

What are you doing to me? she wonders.

Imagine Jaeyi falling deeper in love with you every day.

» At first, she thought it was just admiration—maybe even just curiosity.

But then she notices the way her heart softens when you wait for her after class, the way her stress fades when you call her name, the way she catches herself smiling just at the thought of you.

One evening, as you walk home together, she blurts out, “I think I love you.”

You stop in your tracks, eyes widening, and she panics for a second before you pull her into a hug, whispering, “I love you too.”

Imagine Jaeyi being protective of you, even when she doesn’t know how to express it.

» One day, she overhears some students gossiping about you, and before she can stop herself, she slams her hand on the desk, her sharp gaze silencing them instantly.

“If you have time to talk about others, you should use it to improve yourselves,” she says coldly before walking away.

When you hear about it later and tease her, “Were you defending my honor, President Jaeyi?” she looks away, mumbling, “I just don’t like hearing nonsense.”

But the way she tugs you closer afterward tells you otherwise.

Imagine Jaeyi finally kissing you, breaking all the rules she once set for herself.

» For so long, she’s followed a strict path—focusing on studies, responsibilities, and never allowing distractions. But now, with you so close, looking at her with such affection, she realizes that maybe love isn’t a distraction—it’s a new kind of priority.

So she finally gives in, gently cupping your face before pressing her lips to yours.

It’s soft at first, hesitant, but when you kiss her back with equal tenderness, she realizes she never wants to let go.

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I'll be There

>pairing —seo changbin x trans!male reader >genre — fluff, a bit angsty >summary —  When you're overwhelmed by the return of your period and feelings of dysphoria, Changbin steps in with quiet care and love, proving that even in the hardest moments you're never alone. >word count — 3,7k >a/n: idk how this happened i was planning on writing something short and fluffy but yeah, anyway... I hope you like it! This is my first time posting in a long while but luckily i'm on my winter break, so i'll catch up with reqs! thank you so much for your patience and support xoxo >warnings: dysphoria, menstrual themes.

“Alright, sounds good. How about next week? If I remember correctly, we have to record the dance practice for the title track.” Chan says and immediately looks at everyone’s reactions. 

You all are practicing for the upcoming comeback, recording videos for promotion, practicing nonstop the different choreographies, attending meetings, recording some songs, practicing again, recording many more things for different platforms and doing many other interviews. It is exhausting, sometimes, but you all think it is worth it when seeing the results of your hard work. 

“Yeah, next week seems fine.” Hyunjin agrees out loud meanwhile the rest of you just nod and stand up as today’s practice has finished. “I guess we could go live after recording the practice, and tease a bit about the comeback.”

Chan gives a few last indications and stays a bit talking to the staff while you start collecting your stuff and getting ready to go back to the dorm. It’s late, and you still need to get up early for tomorrow’s activities. As you walk back to the lockers you let out a deep sigh; your head has been hurting a lot and you could only owe it to the sleepless nights and continuous work. Changbin's eyes flicker to you as you try to gather your stuff, clearly in discomfort but not saying anything. He knows you better than anyone, especially after the months you've been together, but there’s still a certain sense of care and sensitivity he approaches your health with.

“Hey,” He murmurs softly as he grabs your bag before you could even touch it. “Are you okay?” Changbin asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You nod and give him a weak smile. “Yeah, just a little worn out. I’ll be fine.”

He doesn’t buy it, not for a second. He knows you enough to tell you were feeling bad; he has noticed how in this whole time in the practice room you didn’t say a word, only when you were asked to. The groans you let out as a sign of tiredness and discomfort wasn’t something he overlooked. “You sure? You’re still not looking like yourself. Do you want me to get you something?”

Before you can respond, he walks ahead of you, his phone already out. You’re not sure who he’s messaging, but by the time you walk out of the room, he’s holding some painkillers and a water bottle in his hands. “Here, love. Take this and let’s get you something to eat, alright? I’m making dinner tonight.”

You look up at Changbin, a bit surprised but mostly grateful. He’s always been the thoughtful one, noticing the smallest details when you’re not feeling your best. The thought of dinner sounds comforting, but you’re not sure if you have the energy to eat.

“I don’t know, I’m really not feeling great,” you mutter, rubbing your temples as the headache intensifies.

He shakes his head with that soft, concerned smile of his. "That’s exactly why you need to eat. And no arguing with me. You know I can’t let you starve, especially when you're like this."

You let out a tired laugh. "You’re really spoiling me, aren’t you?"

He winks, his grin widening. "Someone has to take care of you, especially when you're too stubborn to do it yourself."

You smile at him, feeling a little lighter, and let him lead you out of the building into the car waiting for you, his arm gently guiding you along. As all of you make your way back to the dorm, Jeongin, Minho and Felix are engaging in an interesting debate about which one is the best Pokémon, Hyunjin seems to be focused on something on his phone and Seungmin, Han and Chan are discussing details of their agenda. But Changbin keeps glancing over at you, his eyes filled with concern, making sure you're comfortable. You find it endearing, the way he always looks after you, even in the smallest of ways.

When you finally get back to the dorm, the first thing Changbin does is usher you to the couch, throwing a blanket over your shoulders before even thinking about starting dinner. You sink into the cushions, letting the comfort of the blanket wrap around you as you watch him bustle around the kitchen. He’s surprisingly good at cooking, something you learned early on in your relationship, and you can't help but admire the way he moves so effortlessly, his focus entirely on making sure you're okay.

"Sit back, relax. I’ve got it from here," he says, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing grin. "I’m the chef tonight."

Everyone seemed to catch up on you feeling a bit down so they do their best on not making too much noise and check up on you constantly. Felix has put on your favorite movie and Jeongin prepared you a warm bath; which you truly appreciated. 

You were nearly sleeping on the couch as the warm water made you feel more tired, but Changbin finished cooking quickly with the help of Minho as well. You all gather at the table and try not to discuss work themes; everyone seemed to be tired of it as well, so a new rule you all agreed on was not to bring those matters to the dorm; just try to relax and catch a break from all the stress it implied.

“I’ll wash the dishes tonight, everyone just go to sleep.” Chan murmurs and everyone thanks him with a smile. You smile and stand up, rushing to your bedroom and hurrying to prepare for sleep.

Changbin walks in a few minutes later, still with a look of concern on his face. You exit the bathroom and yawn. 

“How are you feeling now?” He asks as he starts to get ready too. You just get in bed and sigh.

You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Your head still hurts, but it’s not as intense as before, and the comfort of your bed helps ease the tension in your muscles.

"I’m okay now, I think," you reply, your voice softer than usual. “The bath really helped... and dinner was perfect, as always, so thank you. I feel... I don’t know, just a little less heavy.”

Changbin walks over to the bed, his expression softening even more as he sits next to you. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and caring.

You chuckle softly, closing your eyes for a moment. As much as you love seeing him take care of you, you can’t help but feel a little guilty. He deserves the same care and attention, but you’ve been too caught up in your own exhaustion to give him the same.

"I’m sorry for being such a mess lately," you murmur, barely audible.

Changbin stops mid-motion, "You’re not a mess. You're allowed to be tired, and you're allowed to ask for help when you need it. I’m here for all of it, alright? Just… don’t shut me out."

You look up at him, his eyes so full of understanding, and you feel your chest tighten with appreciation. He doesn’t want anything in return; he just wants to be there for you, in whatever way you need.

“I love you so much,” you whisper, your voice a little shaky.

He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I love you more, and I’ll always be here. You don’t have to thank me. Just… focus on getting better, okay?"

You nod, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. Maybe you were running on empty, but with Changbin by your side, you knew you could face anything. Even the toughest days would feel a little easier with him there to support you.

Truth is, Changbin has been a gift sent from heaven. It was so easy for you two to connect, to develop something greater than a friendship; it was so natural, so meant to happen. You loved every single one of your friends, you even considered them your family; but with Changbin you just knew you were meant to be together as something more. He often liked to say you were like an extension of himself, of his soul. 

At the beginning you were just a mess of nerves and fear. You were confident in your identity and being, it was the people’s reaction what made you feel worried. The thought of being misunderstood, judged, or treated differently because of who you were felt like a heavy weight on your chest. But over time, you learned to trust yourself more, to lean into your confidence, even when doubt crept in. 

What made it all bearable, though, was finding the right people to stick by your side, people who saw you for who you truly were. Changbin was one of them. He never once faltered in his support. From the very beginning, when you had confided in him about your fears and insecurities, he was unwavering in his care and understanding. He made sure you always knew that your identity, your truth, was something beautiful in his eyes. He never made you feel like a burden, never pushed you to change, just accepted you fully, as you were.

You’d been together for a while now, but it wasn’t something you could just throw out to the fans. Being a part of Stray Kids has always been an exciting, rewarding journey, but it also came with its own challenges, especially in the industry you’re in, where image and expectations are everything. Things are fine as they are now; calm, private, and under control.

“I’m really lucky, aren’t I?” you murmur softly, nestling deeper into Changbin’s embrace.

He tightens his hold on you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “No,” he replies, his voice filled with warmth. “I’m the lucky one.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your chest. It’s a quiet moment, but in it, you feel like everything is right.

"Yeah," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed, "we're both lucky."

He hums softly in agreement, his thumb gently brushing against your arm as the two of you drift into a peaceful sleep.

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The next week rolls around, and practice is as intense as ever. The comeback is just around the corner, and everyone is pushing hard to perfect every move and note. You’ve been working non-stop, barely catching a break, and the exhaustion is starting to take its toll. The symptoms had been there all week, the fatigue, headaches, cramps, but you convinced yourself it was just the stress of all the rehearsals, meetings, and promotions. After all, you’ve been on testosterone for months, and your periods had been absent, so you didn’t expect to deal with them again. But as the day goes on, the cramps intensify, and that’s when it hits you: Oh no. You’re getting your period.

You try to push through, focusing on the choreography and not letting yourself get distracted, but the pain becomes unbearable. You’re still moving, but it’s sluggish, like your body isn’t responding the way it should. Your stomach twists with each step, the cramps growing sharper, and you can feel your face flush. This isn’t just from stress, you think. It’s the real deal.

You’re about to say something when Changbin notices first. He’s always been quick to read your expressions, and today is no different. He pauses mid-step, his eyes catching yours, and something in his expression shifts. There’s a sudden concern there that makes you freeze. He knows.

"Hey," he murmurs, stepping closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Are you okay? You don’t look so good."

You try to force a smile, but it feels weak. “I’m fine. Just tired, but I’ll catch up, honestly. I’ll be alright.”

Changbin sighs. His eyes flicker over you again, noticing the way you’re holding your stomach and the tightness in your posture. “You’re sweating, and you’re holding your stomach. It’s more than just being tired, isn’t it?”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to ignore the building anxiety in your chest. “I think I’m about to start my period…” you say in a quiet voice, almost embarrassed to admit it. You don’t want to make a scene, especially not in front of the team, but it’s hard to ignore the truth. You had thought the testosterone would stop your periods for good, and now, to have them come back so unexpectedly, it’s a shock. A panic starts to rise in your chest. 

Changbin’s face softens, and he immediately takes a step closer, his expression filled with concern. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t stress about it. We’ll figure it out.”

But you can’t help the worry that settles in your gut. You hadn’t expected this, and now it feels like everything’s coming undone. What if something’s wrong? What if I’m not supposed to have this anymore?

Before you can spiral into those thoughts, Changbin is already taking charge. He walks over to Chan and the staff, speaking to them in quiet tones. You can hear a few words exchanged, but the conversation feels distant as the pain continues to rise. You want to push through, to keep going, but the cramps are unbearable. You can barely stand up straight, and your body feels like it’s shutting down.

When Changbin comes back, he kneels down in front of you, his hand resting gently on your knee. “They’re good with everything. You don’t need to worry about the live or rehearsal for now. We’ll handle it.”

You open your mouth to protest, but the words get stuck in your throat. The thought of letting everyone down, especially when they’ve been counting on you, makes your chest tighten. You swallow hard, the weight of it all starting to sink in. “I feel like I’m failing, though. Everyone’s expecting me to be there, and I can’t even keep it together.”

Changbin takes your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “You’re not failing. Taking care of yourself doesn’t make you weak. You’ve been working so hard, and you’ve got us. We’ve got your back, okay?”

His words ease the tightness in your chest, but the anxiety is still there, lingering in the back of your mind. You don’t want to feel like a burden, especially not to Changbin. But his reassuring smile and calm presence give you the comfort you need to let go of some of that fear.

He stands up, brushing a hand through your hair before looking down at you with a soft expression. “I’ll make sure everything’s taken care of. Let’s get you home, alright?”

As Changbin helps you out of the practice room and toward the car waiting to take you home, the guilt starts creeping in again. You’re quiet for most of the ride, staring out of the window, your mind racing. Why now? Why did this have to happen now of all times? What if the guys are mad at me? What if this keeps happening? What if something’s wrong with my body?

Changbin doesn’t press you to talk, though. He keeps his hand resting on yours, his thumb tracing calming circles over your knuckles. Every now and then, he glances over, but he knows you need the space to work through your thoughts, even if they’re running wild.

When you finally get back to the dorm, the silence feels heavier. As soon as the door closes behind you, it’s like the emotions you’ve been holding back all day come flooding in. You drop your bag to the floor, your shoulders shaking as tears start to spill. You’re angry at your body for betraying you, frustrated with yourself for not noticing the symptoms sooner, and overwhelmed by the thought of not being there for the team.

Changbin is by your side in an instant, gently pulling you into his arms. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice soft and grounding. “You’re okay. Just let it out.”

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, clinging to him. “I didn’t mean to-- this wasn’t supposed to happen, Binnie. I thought I was done with this. What if it doesn’t stop? What if something’s wrong with me? And now I’m missing practice and the live, and everyone’s going to think I’m slacking or--”

“Stop,” he cuts in gently but firmly, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His eyes meet yours, steady and full of reassurance. “None of that is true. You’re not slacking, and you’re not failing. Your body’s doing something unexpected, yeah, but it doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with you. It’s just a part of the process, okay? You’re doing your best, and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

His words break through the storm in your head just enough to make you pause, but the tears keep coming. You bury your face in his chest, letting yourself cry as he holds you tightly.

Meanwhile, back at the studio, the rest of the group has gone live. They’re chatting with fans, teasing the comeback, and answering questions, but your absence hasn’t gone unnoticed.

Where’s ______?, one fan asks in the chat, echoed by several others, as well asking for Changbin.

Chan steps in smoothly, his tone light but comforting. “Ah, ____ wasn’t feeling well today, so he’s resting. Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon! We’re taking good care of him. Changbinnie is making sure he is doing fine.”

The chat floods with messages of support and concern, and the members take turns reassuring the fans, making sure the focus stays positive. Changbin had already briefed them before he left, and you know they’ve got your back. But that doesn’t stop the guilt from gnawing at you as you picture them carrying on without you.

“See?” Changbin whispers as he rubs soothing circles on your back, as if he can sense your spiraling thoughts. “They’re all handling it just fine. No one’s upset, and the fans are being super supportive. You’re not letting anyone down, love. You’re just human.”

You sniffle, wiping at your face as you pull back slightly to look at him. “I just hate feeling like I’m not doing enough. And this stupid period is making me feel worse.”

“You’re doing more than enough,” he insists, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “You push yourself so hard every day, and it’s okay to take a step back when you need to. That doesn’t make you any less important to the team, or to me.”

You sigh and feel more tears streaming down your face. A silence fills the room for a moment as you collect your thoughts. Changbin clears the traces. “What else are you thinking of?”

“I feel… so out of place,” you whisper, voice cracking. “It’s like my own body is against me. I thought I was past this. I’ve been on T for years, and I’ve been doing everything right, but it still comes back, Binnie. I feel like I’m back at square one, like I’m not even–”

“Hey,” he interrupts softly but firmly, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “Don’t say that. You’re exactly who you’re meant to be. None of this changes that, not even for a second.”

“But it feels like it does,” you cry, voice trembling. “It feels like no matter what I do, I’m stuck in a body that doesn’t feel like mine. And now this, on top of everything else– I just feel so overwhelmed, like I can’t catch a break.”

Changbin takes a deep breath, holding you close as he thinks carefully about what to say. “I can’t pretend to fully understand how this feels for you,” he starts quietly. “But I do know that it doesn’t make you any less of the amazing, strong person that you are. You’ve been through so much, and you’ve come so far. One bad day, or even a bad week, doesn’t undo all of that.”

His words don’t fix everything, but they cut through the noise in your head just enough to ground you. You grip his arm tightly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and it helps pull you back to the present.

“It just feels so unfair,” you murmur after a moment. “I’m so tired of this fight.”

“I know, love,” he whispers, resting his chin on top of your head. “I hate that you have to go through this, but you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here for you, always. Whatever you need; space, comfort, distraction, I’ll do it. You just have to tell me.”

You let out a shaky breath, your body slowly relaxing into his. “I don’t even know what I need right now,” you admit.

“That’s okay,” he says gently, his hand moving to rub soothing circles on your back. “We’ll figure it out together. For now, just focus on breathing, okay? One thing at a time.”

He shifts slightly, grabbing the blanket he’d brought over earlier and wrapping it snugly around both of you. “You’re not alone in this. And this doesn’t change how I see you or how much I care about you. You’re still you, always.”

The sincerity in his voice breaks through some of the tension in your chest. You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you focus on the sound of his heartbeat. Slowly, the overwhelming tide of emotions starts to ebb, replaced by a small flicker of comfort. Changbin doesn’t rush you or try to push you to move on from how you’re feeling. He just stays there, holding you, letting you take the time you need.

His words hit you right in the chest, and for the first time all day, you feel a little less alone.You let out a shaky breath, leaning into him again as you whisper, “Thank you, Binnie.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms still wrapped securely around you. “Always,” he replies softly. “Now, how about we get you into some comfy clothes and set up a little movie night? Just you and me.”

The thought of curling up on the couch with him, away from all the stress and expectations, sounds like exactly what you need. You nod, finally letting yourself relax a little, knowing that for now, it’s okay to let someone else take care of you.

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Just came out to my mother who is visiting me from Utah because I fucking forgot to take down this goofy ass flag.