#changbin comfort

[finnbbl]

They find out you fainted

SKZ Fake Texts

Prompt: You faint while they’re away, and find out before you tell them

Genre: Angst/Comfort

Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of not eating, passing out, swearing

Requests: OPEN

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[ihave-atummyache]

is it here?

Changbin Blurb/imagine

short drabble

sfw!! (i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this)

im not sure how many words but not many!!

this is 100000% inspired by a tweet i just saw <3

“Binnie, let me see your phone,” you lock your own phone and he grabs his off the table, passing it to you, not even pretending to glance away from his laptop.

“What are you looking for?” Your boyfriend ponders, clicking away on his computer. You had been scrolling on your phone quietly for a while and he was wondering what you were doing.

“I ordered something online and I can’t find the confirmation email. I might have accidentally put your phone number,” you reply and type the word “order confirmation” into his search bar.

You click the first email that comes up and your eyes widen and you let out a gasp when you realize what it is. This immediately catches your boyfriend’s attention, especially when he sees the blush rush up your neck and the soft smile on your face.

“What? What happened?” He leans back in the couch and glances over at the screen of his phone.

There, you both stare at the confirmation email for the engagement ring that he had ordered. You quickly swipe out of the email and scroll, finding the email you’re looking for and forwarding it to yourself.

You’re speechless and, to your surprise, so is Changbin. You swallow thickly and lock his phone, placing it on the couch between the two of you.

Neither you nor Changbin say anything for a few minutes. He clears his throat and starts typing on his computer again and you unlock your phone once more but you can’t even pretend to be focused on anything on your screen.

Before you know it, a quiet giggle escapes your lips and you bite your lip to try to suppress it. Your boyfriend hears you, his cute giggle following yours and you can’t help but laugh again.

The two of you continue to giggle, falling back on the couch and leaning into each other.

“What are you giggling at?” you tease, interlacing your fingers with his and resting your head on his shoulder.

“What are you giggling at?” he rebuttals and you let out another quick giggle before taking a breath and calming down enough to speak.

“You know why I’m giggling,” you reply and turn towards your boyfriend, who was already looking at you, “Is it here?” you add on, a small smile covering both of your faces. He already knows exactly what you’re asking about.

He chuckles once more before nodding his head at you, “It is,” he confirms and a huge grin covers your face.

“Is it hidden?” You ask, sitting up and grabbing the laptop off his lap. You sit it on the coffee table before swinging your leg over his lap and straddling him.

“It is,” he repeats himself, giving you nothing to work with. Your boyfriend (soon to be fiancée, apparently) wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Wanna play hot or cold?” You offer and he immediately shakes his head at you before the two of you erupt into more giddy giggles.

[bluejutdae]

• texting the wrong number | Changbin x you

Notes: you text the wrong number asking for an advice but on the other side there is Changbin. There will not be a part 2, even tho the e Dong might seem a little open, but it’s clear there’s an happy ending. I rarely write sad endings.

More notes: does Changbin, at one point says he’s 2? Yes! Did I notice the mistake? Yes. Did I fixed it? No.

[acidinduceddaydreams]

First Real Love with Skz

Skz x reader who was in a toxic relationship before them

Synopsis: In which you experience love, the real kind, for the first time.

Warnings: major tw for trauma in terms of mental and physical violence done by a significant other. Please don’t read if this triggers you.

a/n : this fic was my baby for a long time. Now it’s yours, please look after it. I pray it brings some comfort to you!🫶🏼

Chan:

He feels honored that you choose him to be apart of your life.

Doesn’t pry too much when you bring up your past. If you want to tell him you will and he’s content with that.

He finds you so incredibly intoxicating. He can’t believe that someone would ever treat you badly. He would fight tooth and nail to make sure you’re always happy.

Literally so in love with your more childlike/ whimsical view of the world now that you two are together. Your personality definitely changed for the better once you met him and realized that being safe should be a prerequisite in a relationship.

Minho:

Doesn’t ask about your past relationship much. Mostly relies on you telling him about it when you feel comfortable enough.

Absolutely at your service!!! If you’re having particularly unpleasant or difficult feelings or are in your own head he’s at your beck and call. Whether that’s cooking for you, feeding you (which you won’t admit you like) or even leaving you alone for a bit.

The babies (his cats) are by your side 24/7 to ground you and get you out of your head because “ they wouldn’t want their mom to be sad.”

Changbin:

Cannot fathom the idea of someone hurting you in any way whatsoever without wanting to beat them up.

Unlike Minho, Changbin will not leave you alone if you’re having a particularly bad day. He thinks you’re so precious so he will never leave your side even in a particularly bad situation.

Binnie gives the best cuddles!!!! I am 100% convinced. Cuddling is a must! It’s like free therapy. (He, himself is free therapy but wbk) his hugs and cuddles make you forget about what’s going on in your head bc binnie’s cuddles make everything better.

Hyunjin:

He’s appalled that someone could treat another human with disrespect and violence let alone you!

He’s your number one fan in everything you do. Celebrates your small wins just as grandly as the big ones. Oh you ate breakfast today. Suddenly your name and “I’m so proud of you” is all he knows how to say.

Paints with you. Yk when you put the canvases parallel to each other and paint something for the other person. Yeah you guys do that all the time as a grounding technique but also just as a way to show love to one another.

Jisung:

He’s so good at reading body language!!!!!! He is absolutely crushed when things like holding your hand or stretching his hand out to touch your cheek make you flinch, not because he’s mad or angry at you but rather at the person who ever dared to treat you this way.

Wdym personal space? Hannie’s never heard of it. He’s so good at getting you out of you head. He knows what triggers you and sometimes know when something will trigger you before you do.

He’s so attentive bc why wouldn’t he be when he has you to look after. This boy loves you so much and he shows it every day.

Felix:

Bakes for you!!!!!! Sometimes you two bake together but he usually does it in advance to you telling him you need a little extra love today.

So in love with you. Tries to show you the beauty that you are because you haven’t felt beautiful till you met him. “Oh baby you look even more gorgeous than you did yesterday, I didn’t even know that was possible.”

You remind him of sunshine and he reminds you of the sun. Clearly neither of you can exist without the other.

Seungmin:

He is super playful and witty naturally but he tones down the more mocking side for your particularly hard days. He loves you in ways that you didn’t know you could be loved.

On regular days though you two share a similar sense of humor. He loves that about you. Never lets it go too far though.

Absolutely a sucker for you. The boys tease him for being soft for you but he doesn’t care. You’re his baby and he doesn’t care who sees that.

Jeongin:

This boy is so whipped for you. He always listens to you even if what you have to say is something he has no idea about. It feels so amazing to have someone listen to you. To truly listen. He makes it look easy even though listening and not interrupting is quite hard.

He’s not a big fan of skinship but your hands are always within his and he loves it. He’s genuinely so feral for it but you don’t need to know that.

He’ll make sure to show you how someone treats someone they love every day. He’s so attentive and that makes going to him whether it’s with a problem or just to talk so easy because you know there’s no judgment from him.

[coichii]

RUNNING INTO A SAESANG - CHANGBIN

genre - SMAU, comfort

notes - mentions of y/n being attacked

[seungfl0wer]

*𝙄𝙫𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪*

Pairing: Changbin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Angst (Happy ending of course)

Warnings: Abusive father! Violence, Blood, Alcohol, Sick mother, Lots of cursing. Father is a real piece of shit and puts hands on reader multiple times. Sorry for any mistakes or missing tags.

Just for another warning because I think it’s important. This has content that could trigger some people. Please please read the warnings. If any of them make you uncomfortable please don’t read. Also a reminder. You’re not alone. No one ever should be laying their hands on you. I love you. You’re loved. You don’t ever deserve anything like this.

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Changbin wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him. He kissed your neck tenderly nuzzling himself into your neck. You both were snuggled up on the couch watching a show. “My angel” he said softly before softly kissing your neck once more. When you were with him it felt like nothing else mattered like the world was alright. Your moment of happiness was short lived though seeing your phone buzzing. It was your father. Just seeing his name flash on your phone made you anxious.

After your mother had passed away your dad became an even bigger monster. He was always a good for nothing, But now not working as much as he did he stayed home drinking. Your mother had told you before the only reason she had stayed with him was because she didn’t have anywhere else to go. Her family was from another country, she didn’t have much money or friends. She was such a brave woman though. You don’t know how she dealt with him so long but I guess him never really being home helped. He had gotten fired from his big job because of his drinking and anger problems. Going to work one day hungover and punching a coworker so hard it broke his nose. He had to pay a hefty fine for that. Now he has a slow job where he only works a few days.

One of your earliest memories of him being his asshole self was him telling you how he hated that you were a girl. He hated that in his words ‘that useless bitch couldn’t even give me a boy.’ He wanted a son so badly and he made sure you knew that. He never really bonded with you however he’d be damned if you didn’t respect his authority. The first time he ever laid hands on you, you were 9. You accidentally knocked over a table braking the lamp that was placed on it. He grabbed you by the wrist smacking you across the face. ‘You stupid fucking brat! Look what you did, you’re just like your fucking mother!’ He spat pushing you away from him.

After that day it just kept going. Having to wear long sleeves at school to hide the bruises. At one point you had to stay home for almost a week. You had stepped in front of him to protect your mom when he hit you square in the face busting your lip. It stayed swollen and bruised for a while. Tooth slightly cracked from the incident.

You wanted so badly to tell someone. Confide in a teacher anything. You were scared to though. Scared they’d blame your mom, put her in jail and take you away. So you endured it. As your mom started to get sick he turned more of his attacks on you. Although a complete peace of shit he wasn’t stupid. He knew if he did anything to her the doctors would see it.

After she had passed you kept yourself from the house as best as you could. Not going home as much as you possibly could. You got a job at a cafe down the road and that’s how you met changbin. He was a regular who once you started talking admitted to only coming so much to see you.

You kept your home life a secret to him as much as you could but one day you were getting intimate you forgot about the bruises. When he had lifted your shirt his smile dropped. He looked at you with wide eyes “what the fuck? Who did this to you?” He said clenching his jaw. All you could do was sob he held you in his arms rubbing your back. “I’m sorry for raising my voice I just- y/n please- what happened?” He asked.

Through your sobs you told him, you unloaded everything in a word vomit of sadness. He would and wanted to go find your father. To beat him senseless, to show him how it feels but he knew you needed him more. He held you so tightly, feeling his own heart breaking from your words. Knowing a family member could do this to someone they were supposed to protect. To love and cherish just broke him. He was such a family oriented person and now he realized why you never wanted him to meet him. Never talked about him. He asked why you couldn’t just leave explaining to him how your mother wasn’t from here, how you had no family and no one else to rely on.

“Shit- it’s my dad” you said frantically picking the phone up.

“Where the fuck are you? He spat.

“I’m- I’m just at a friend’s house” you stuttered.

He laughed “sure, you’re probably slutting around. Get your fucking ass home.”

He hung up leaving you shaking. “I gotta go.” You said picking your keys up.

“Y/n you don’t have to” Changbin said with pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You said before heading to the door.

Your brain wondered what was going on. Why he needed you home. As you pulled up coming through the door you saw him slumped in his usual chair. “About fucking time” he hissed. “Do something useful and go get me some more beer” he demanded.

You stood there almost dumb founded. Before he hissed again “don’t make me say it again!”

You nodded heading down to the store and getting it for him. When you got home again you sat the beer beside him. He gave you a smirk “glad you know how to listen” he chuckled. Your nose twitched at his smell, you hated being close to him. The smell of alcohol, cigarettes and B.O. always radiated off of him. He motioned for you to leave and you did slinking back to your room to text changbin.

Him: Y/n! Text me back! I’m worried!

You: I’m fine. He just wanted beer

Him: I swear I’ll end him one of these days

You: I’m gonna go to bed ok? I’ll see you in the morning! Love you!

Him: Love you to beautiful. Text me when you wake up🖤

You fell asleep shortly after always finding peace in sleep. The next few days were the same old. Going to Changbins after work going home late when you knew he’d be passed out. Today though. You had to run home for your wallet. When you walked through the door your dad was in the kitchen. You took one look around and realized something had to have happened. Things were thrown around. Smashed. Your body froze before you could go to walk back out he saw you.

“Where do you think you’re fucking going!” He yelled. He made a bee line toward you.

“I’m- I’m picking up another shift at work I just came home to grab something.” You lied.

“Bull fucking shit!” He spat.

He grabbed you by your throat lifting you up against the wall. His eyes were dark, knuckles bloody from punching the wall. “I get fucking fired from my god damn job only to come home to see you running back out? For what huh? To go fucking whore around some more?” He said. “No! There’s gonna be some fucking changes!” He screamed.

He dropped you to the floor before grabbing you by your wrist dragging you to the kitchen. “You’re gonna get another fucking job, you’re gonna start paying the other bills!” He spat. “You got it!”

When you didn’t answer right away he slapped more like punched you across the face. “Answer me bitch!” He said gritting his teeth. All you could do was nod scared for your life. You felt a warmth running down, your nose was bleeding.

“You’re fucking pathetic you know that, just like your fucking mother! That bitch. That bitch fucking deserved what she got! I’m glad she’s fucking dead!” He spat. Something had come over you at that point. You shoved back making him stumble backwards. You made a dash to the door luckily in his drunken stupor he stumbled getting back up. You ran. Not even bothering getting in your car afraid it take to long.

So you ran. You ran as fast as you could until you couldn’t anymore. You hid yourself in the bushes at the park panting. Trying to catch your breath as you fumbled to call changbin. “Hey angel” he said happily but when he heard you breathing heavy his heart sank. “Y/n what’s wrong? Are you ok?” He asked.

“I’m- I’m at the- park down- down the road- please” you stuttered out.

“Stay there I’m just down the road!” He said before grabbing his keys speeding to you.

He gripped the steering wheel afraid for what had happened. “Angel? I’m here!” He yelled out.

You peaked your head out, when he got a good look at you anger filled his body. ‘That mother fucker’ he snarled. There was no time to be angry right now though. You needed him. So desperately needed him.

He sat beside you pulling you into his arms. He took his jacket placing it around you as he whipped away the blood from your nose. He noticed the handprint mark around your neck, he gritted his teeth seething. You sobbed, holding onto him for dear life. He rubbed your back “ssh sh it’s ok angel, I’m here, I got you.” He said.

He rocked you back and forth letting your sobs subside before asking you anything. “Does it hurt?” He asked lifting your face to him looking over your nose and neck. You nodded. It hurt to swallow, hurt to breathe, everything just hurt. “Can I take you to the hospital?” He asked. You were hesitant but you nodded.

The car ride there all he could do was watch over you. Scared something could seriously be wrong. Cursing at himself for not being there. He was in the process of finding a new place. A new place so you could move in with him. The only reason you didn’t live with him now was for the fact he had other roommates and if the tenant found out about you they all could be evicted. He was gonna surprise you today with the good news, that he found a place. Close to his work and close to a bakery you had wanted to work at.

When he had gotten to the hospital they all looked at him like he had done it. They checked you over asked him a million questions. The cops being called from below to ask him questions. They weren’t completely shocked when they heard your dad’s name. He was notorious for his anger outbursts and violence. He had a list of charges that had gotten one being the man he punched at his old job. They wrote everything down, took pictures of your bruises and wounds. Asking you lots of questions before leaving.

“Y/n did you know you had a broken rib at one point?” A nurse asking you.

You shook your head.

“Looks like it happened a while ago, it fused back but not properly. You ever have sharp pains?” She asked.

“Yeah, she use to complain about side pains but they kinda just stopped.” Changbin chimed in.

“How is she right now?” Changbin asked.

“Nothings broken however you’re lucky, the pressure he had around your throat bruised your vocal cords. Any harder you could be looking at serious damage”

The nurse had left to grab some papers changbin took your hand into his. He kissed your cheek softly rubbing his thumb over yours. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there” he said softly.

You shook your head “I don’t want him hurting you either” you said looking up at him.

“I’m proud of you though, pushing back and getting yourself out of there. Your mom would be proud” he said with a small smile. His words made you smile a bit. “She definitely would.”

“I had some news to tell you” he said hoping this would make you smile.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah. I’m moving. Well we’re moving” he said with a smile. When you looked at him a bit confused his smile grew “I got a place for the two of us. Wish it could have happened sooner but-“ he said.

You wrapped your arms around him hugging him tightly “we’re gonna live together? I’ll get to spend all the time with you?” You said eagerly.

“Yep! Got the keys today!”

When the door opened you thought it was the nurse however it was an officer. “Y/n we have your father in custody. Do you have a place to stay for the mean time?” He asked looking over at your boyfriend.

“I do, but can I go back and get something’s you asked.

The officer nodded “I’ll have to escort you because it’s a crime scene now.”

You nodded.

“Whenever you get discharged we can go alright?” He said before walking out.

After you went to the house grabbing your clothes, laptop and a few things you smiled saying good riddance to this place. You had the few things from your mom packed, having nothing more in this house for you.

Moving in with changbin was something to get use to. However he helped you every step of the way. You got into much needed therapy and after your father’s sentence you felt like things were going up. As a little house warming gift Changbin had surprised you with a cat. You had bonded with him with the many times he had taken you to the cat cafe. You always said how much you wanted him and now you had him. You had your little family now.

Changbin showered you in love as usual, never missing a chance to compliment you, praise you and tell you how much he loved you. You knew in your heart your mom wherever she was, she was happy. Happy seeing her little girl finally get out of the situation. To live her life to the fullest.

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[taetr4ck]

LOVE IN SCRIBBLES — ten things seo changbin writes in his love letters for you

seo changbin x reader, no warnings — fluff, comfort. taglist form.

a/n : i almost forgot abt this series omg... i missed writing this it makes me insane

bang chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

i. I saw the sky today. It's beautiful. It actually reminded me of you — just like how you always bring peace when my heart is full of uncertainty. Is that your superpower, yeobo?

ii. Is it possible for a home to be a person rather than a place? 

iii. Everything is going to be okay, jagiya. You can’t blame yourself for something you can’t control.

iv. We will figure this out, okay? Just like we always have.

v. Together, we will create a home that is soft and warm, like basking in the grassland under the gentle glow of sunlight. We will always live for 5 am sunrises and 5 pm sunsets. I will keep you safe and I am always yours to keep. There will be no fear, hurt, and anxiety.

vi. I will never forget the day you held my hand for the first time. You could have left me, but you chose to take my hands and place them in your coat pocket. You gave me love that breathed life into my chilly fingers, rubbed them gently, and held them tight, promising to never let go.

vii. My favorite feeling in the world is seeing you first thing in the morning, with messy hair and groggy eyes — the way you hold my arm lazily and pull me into yours. The way your breath caresses against my skin, and the way our bodies bathe in the soft, golden hues of morning sunlight. I love everything you do. My favorite feeling is you.

viii. Loving you is as easy as breathing.

ix. I love you. I love the messy hair and the bags under your eyes every time you can’t stop working. I love the little messes and chaos of you. I love your cheeky smile and your bubbly laugh that can brighten the room in an instant. I love the way you sigh when you're tired and the way you sing along to the radio on a Sunday morning. It's all lovable. It feels good to love you.

x. Maybe I was born just so I could meet you – and dedicate everything to you, perhaps.

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⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

[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."

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"yn, it's 7 in the morning," changbin mumbled after he opened the door, rubbing his tired eyes. "what's so important that you're already here?" he added, looking at you. you took a moment to stabilise your breath and when you did, you instantly started to ramble. "you remember this guy i was kind of dating recently? well, we kind of broke up and now i need someone to go with me and attend my sister's wedding. and that's why i'm here - will you please go with me as my boyfriend?" changbin's eyes were wide open right now, his face full of shock. he looked like he was seriously taking this into consideration, but then a simple "no" left his mouth. "binnie, please… i'm her maid of honour and i promised my family i will bring my boyfriend and now the wedding is in a few days and i really don't know what to do. if you want i can even pay you, just please help me from embarrassing myself in front of my family," you desperately pleaded, though you were starting to feel defeated, losing your hope.

it's not like you cared so much about what your old aunts and cousins are gonna say, but you told your sister months ago that you'll bring your 'other half' to her wedding and now it was too late to change your mind. except you didn't have an 'other half'. in the past few months you've dated three different guys but none of them stayed with you longer than a couple of weeks. something just didn't click, so now you were all alone, feeling hopeless and you started wondering what your excuse is going to be.

changbin was examining your face carefully. he noticed your sad expression and he sighed loudly. "don't you think it's going to be weird? y'know, you introducing me as your partner…" you looked at him dumbfounded and let out a slight chuckle. "bin, c'mon, we've known each other for four years and we've done so many silly things together. it's just gonna be two days and that's it. please, i'm desperate," you didn't give up. you noticed his expression getting softer and finally you heard him mumble. "fine. but after the wedding i expect you to take me to some fancy restaurant." you giggled at his words and trapped him in a tight hug, thanking him over and over again. he huffed a soft laugh, amused by your behaviour. you eventually let go of him, letting him breathe. "i'll text you all the details. thank you once again, i owe you!" you exclaimed, leaving his apartment.

you picked him up on saturday morning and drove to the wedding hall. you explained everything to him - where's his changing room, at what time he should be ready and where you were going to be in case he needed your help. as a maid of honour you were supposed to spend the whole time with your sister, helping her with make-up and outfit.

the ride was peaceful, you two didn't talk much, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. it just felt right, listening to music in a car with changbin, occasionally cracking a joke. you didn't notice, but as you were focused on the road, changbin was stealing glances at you from time to time.

"okay, this is your room - you can leave your things here and get ready," you told him when you arrived at the hall. "i'll be there, down the corridor. if you need me, just text or call me," you added and changbin nodded. you waved at him with a soft smile and soon disappeared around the corner. he stood there for a while after and then shyly entered the room in order to get ready.

at the same time you struggled with your dress, desperately trying to get it on as quickly as possible. it wasn't your style at all, if you were picking it, the dress would look completely different, but since your sister was in charge of the outfits, you had to agree to wear it. besides, it was only for a few hours, so you figured it couldn't be that bad. "yn, someone's calling you!" you heard your sister say from across the room. she was sitting in front of the vanity table where you left your phone. you quickly managed to zip the dress and rushed to pick up. "hi binnie, do you need anything?" you said as soon as you heard changbin mumble your name. "yeah, um… that's quite embarrassing, but is there anyone who could help me with my tie?" he blurted with a faint huff. you giggled softly at his words, finding it oddly endearing. "sure, can you give me like two minutes?" you asked and changbin responded with a simple "mhm" before he hung up.

you knocked at his door only a few minutes later and when you heard changbin's voice, you entered the room. you saw him sitting hopelessly at his bed, his tie loosely hanging from his neck. changbin looked up from his phone and his jaw immediately dropped when he saw you in your gown. "are you sure it's not you who's getting married? you look stunning" changbin whispered the last part, his shocked expression made you laugh out loud. apart from the dress your appearance was rather messy - you were wearing a random pair of sneakers, your hair and make-up was undone and overall you looked miserable. but somehow changbin still reckoned you were the prettiest, though he didn't vocalise his thoughts. "okay, show me this tie," you hummed and changbin stood in front of you. you took a quick look at what was happening and you went to work. you started from the scratch, carefully forming a knot and when you finished you slightly adjusted the tie on his neck and smoothed the fabric of his suit. when you looked up you met changbin's eyes and for a brief moment everything around you stopped. it felt as if something shifted, though you weren't exactly sure what it was. eventually, you cleared your throat and took a step back. "i think i- uh… i should go get ready. i'll see you in a bit," you uttered and quickly made your way out of the room before changbin would say anything. your face was burning and you were sure no amount of foundation and concealer would be able to cover the evidence of you blushing.

changbin was way too good at talking and entertaining your family. within the first hour he was able to make friends with half of your cousins and gain the approval of your parents and aunts. "you make such a cute couple!", "i suppose you're next in line, right yn?", "his eyes say everything!" you heard from them and surprisingly it didn't make you uncomfortable at all. in fact, it strangely felt right, with changbin by your side holding your hand and placing a soft peck on your temple from time to time. god, what was happening to you?

"i think we're quite good at this whole fake dating, don't you think?" changbin asked you later when you were dancing to a slow song some of the guests picked. his arms were secured around your waist while you laced your fingers around his neck. you faintly smiled at his words, his piercing gaze was making you shy. you felt this weird urge to take him far away from all of those people and kiss him until both of you would run out of breath. "what are you thinking about?" he hummed, his soft voice bringing you back to reality. "you," you responded simply, gathering all of the courage in yourself. now or never, you thought. changbin's eyes widened in disbelief, but shortly after a smirk appeared on his face. he understood. you leaned a bit, stopping halfway through as if you wordlessly wanted to ask him for permission. changbin was quick to respond and closed the gap between you two. for the second time this day you felt as if the world stopped around you, but you didn't mind at all. after a long while you two broke the kiss but didn't really pull away from each other, your foreheads touching while you were still swaying to the music. "i suppose it's me who should take you to a fancy restaurant now, am i right?" changbin giggled, making you blush.

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003. SPRING IS FOR US — ANTHOLOGY

PAIRING. Seo Changbin x afab. reader | WORD COUNT. 2.4k & 15 minute read | SERIES PLAYLIST. | WARNINGS. cursing, eventual pregnancy, insecurity, anxiety, reader has a period, implied smut | TROPE. fluff, suggestive, angst, comfort

( ✉️ ) — absolutely crazy about him, that’s all i have to say for myself…

Spring is supposed to be a time for second chances and new life, yet when you propose the idea of starting a family there are some doubts from Changbin who isn’t confident in his abilities as a father despite how much he wants to.

Seo Changbin wants to be a dad.

He wants to be a dad so bad it nearly kills him. Hell, the mere thought has his heart exploding in his chest.

Things like this aren’t as simple as that though. They’re fickle, they’re sensitive. Eternally fragile in his fingertips while he tirelessly keeps them from breaking.

He’s willing to carry that, carry the responsibility, the weight, for the rest of his life.

He just hopes you feel the same.

.

.

.

Traditionally, spring is the time of new life and second chances, with puppies up for adoption and maternity discounts going on in every store you walk into.

Granted, the idea of having kids never really occurred to you, but it didn’t mean you hadn’t thought about it once or twice.

“How many?” You ask, a puff of air falling from your lips as you stir the stone pot, warmth seeping upwards in warm tendrils of steam. He leans in front of you, catching an unexpected, sugary kiss.

“Four, please,” Changbin responds, dishing his bowl off the table to hand to you, who carefully loads each pork-filled delicacy into the porcelain.

He’s rid of his coat, and the tight-fitted tee underneath leaves little to the imagination while gazing up at you with curious brown eyes. Adorably polite, even after all these years together.

In fact, it’s one of countless charming things about being in love with Changbin. That and the diamond resting upon your ring finger, a new addition to the household.

He smiles softly, watching you admire the gleaming jewel. Because even months later, the same childish excitement of being married still has butterflies erupting in his stomach.

Engaged was one thing, but this—now this was better than he could’ve ever imagined.

Oftentimes he wonders how he got so lucky.

“These dumplings are the best.” He mumbles, words muffled from the big bite being chewed in puffy cheeks.

The atmosphere is comfortable, leaving only the sound of your breathing and eating hummed against the air conditioner. Although, glancing around your apartment, the lingering thought from earlier striked you again.

What if, hypothetically, a little one roamed around? Your little one.

Imagining a mini Changbin made you practically squeal, unable to contain the grin stretching at your cheeks.

Your husband noticed, of course, sending you a mildly confused stare. And after a few long moments of his questioning stare and an equally questioning tip of his head, It was too difficult to keep quiet anymore.

“Binnie, what do you think about having a baby?”

There’s a silence, then he chokes, fist pounding at his chest to help swallow the bite of food lodged in his throat. That was the last question he’d expected to hear tonight.

“A.. A baby?” He stammers, sporting a look of disbelief.

It’s not like he didn’t want a kid, but this was the first time you’d ever mentioned the topic, he felt he had the right to be slightly shocked.

Observing the way your expression falters at his hesitation has every particle in his body scrambling to say something—something that would ease the crease furrowing between your brows.

He was never one to deny you of anything, and he loved the idea of settling down. Just one thing. Knowing how much of an amazing mother you would be had a pit of anxiety pooling in his gut. Questions like "would I be a good father figure?” and the fear of not being there for his child made his palms sweat, gaze hurriedly flickering left and right.

“Baby I—“

“Bin, it’s okay. I’m not saying I want to get pregnant tomorrow or anything, and besides, this is something I need your decision on too.” You ease, taking his hand in yours.

He feels himself loosen, visibly relaxing into your touch.

Changbin slowly inhales.

“I’m just worried I won’t be good enough. As a dad, as a husband.”

And to say your heart broke was an understatement.

In your opinion, Changbin was everything a father should be already. He was kind, compassionate, and effortlessly gentle despite his bulging muscles. Plus, to see him look so downcast, so concerned, had you rising to your feet and beckoning a hug.

A hug of which was definitely needed from how he simply dissolved in your arms, head tucked into your neck, taking in the scent of your shampoo—his shampoo.

“You’re everything a father should be. So don’t doubt yourself too much, okay?”

He snuggled closer (as if that was possible), and it wasn’t before his shoulders shook against you that you pulled away, met with the sight of hot tears littering his waterline.

There’s something special about it. Something special about him when it comes to you, because no one else in the entire world could witness Changbin this vulnerable, this emotional.

When with you, however, he lets his walls fall down.

You had to be a truly special person to have that trust.

Thumbing away the salty tears and kissing his trembling lips, he slips his hand against the small of your back, holding you against his chest while the other rests on your cheek, caressing the skin there.

Your dishes sit long unfinished on the table by the time you pull apart, nearly toppling over on the couch before having to stop and catch your breath.

Changbin chuckles, hair tousled and disarrayed in every direction. He softly squeezes your hip.

“Being completely honest, I might pass away from how cute you’d look y’know,” He mumbles, and you cock an unconvinced brow.

“Are you saying I don’t look cute now?” Amusement evident in your tone, you laugh when he buries his head into your chest, nearly blood-red in the face.

Crying out rather pathetically, your fingers intertwined once more, him peering up at you.

“You know what I mean..”

“Mmm, do I?”

Without response, he unexpectedly fixes his grip on the back of your thighs, lifting you up with ease to prop on the counter while you’re busy adoring his downright boba eyes.

Bantering back and forth with his lips giving your neck the utmost attention, you have to stop yourself from going any further when he begins slipping off the fabric of your bottoms, lightly pushing him away while claiming the dishes needed to be done.

And, albeit a tad bit embarrassing, the dish's excuse was more for the sake of not making a decision you’d regret. Since, Changbin, especially now that baby fever had definitely settled in, only had one thing on his mind and one thing only.

Knocking you up as soon as possible.

So, yeah, best to keep him out of the bedroom until you were both fully sensible adults and not desperately trying to get into each other's pants in the kitchen.

.. .

Changbin can’t name any sensible reason as to how or why he ended up in the baby section.

Somehow, his legs miraculously managed to lead him here, awkwardly shifting through aisles like a naughty teenager who snuck off to snoop around the lingerie section of a department store. Infatuated.

Hand trembling toward the pink cloth, he flinches back immediately, stung. Spending a few minutes debating on reaching out again, he hesitantly analyzes the onesie, taking in the soft baby blue collar lining and matching bib.

A stupidly giddy smile threatens to show, yet the momentary lightheartedness is quickly replaced with that feeling. That feeling of pooling dread that makes his stomach twist itself into knots, makes him automatically back up.

Fumbling with thoughts and the task of fishing his phone from his pocket, he instinctively calls the person he trusts the most (second to you, obviously). Chan.

Third being Han, but he knows the response would be along the lines of: “Let’s hope the baby doesn't end up with your genes.” So no, he’d rather not.

Wasting no time, his words seem to pour out like a waterfall. Messy, involuntary.

“Hey, uh, do you think I’d be a good dad?”

There’s a short pause, and then Chan’s skeptical voice sounds through the line, piquing with surprise.

“Wait– is Y/n pregnant?”

“No! I mean, no, not yet.” He corrects himself, feeling his face grow hot as a few shoppers spare looks his direction.

“Yet?”

Changbin sighs.

“Look, Chan, can I come over?”

Immediately his friend answers, voice as kind and welcoming as usual. He can visualize the normally taut demeanor softening, eyes transforming into crescent moons that disappear when he smiles. He’s always been that way.

“Yeah yeah of course, it’s just Jisung and I here anyway.”

Almost as soon as the call ends he’s already halfway out the door, keys jingling in hand and more than happy to be away from his mind’s forsaken hellscape (a.k.a the baby clothes section).

Stupid, sure, but when everything in your world is screaming at you to have a kid while you’re at mental war with yourself, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed. Luckily, his friends are there to help.

And of course, it just so happened he ran into a pregnant woman going up the stairs, heaving a hefty amount of groceries that he insisted he’d carry for her.

At this point he’s not entirely certain if it’s a sign or a haunting.

Landing an exasperated knock on the door, Changbin welcomes the smell of sandalwood along with the reassuring hug he received as well. Although, the feeling of relief was short-lived once Chan insisted he retell the story from square one.

If Changbin would have known this would turn into a therapy session, he would’ve stayed home. But knowing his friend only wanted to help, knowing he needed the help, he kept himself glued to the kitchen chair.

About thirty minutes into his conversation, Jisung enters from the hallway, toothbrush casually hanging from the side of his mouth. He gives Chan a look, but doesn’t say anything else, plopping down in the opposing seat wordlessly.

“Changbin.”

Chan’s tone interrupts his apology, helping him catch his breath after so ruthlessly spilling his guts to either of them.

“Do you want this?” He asks, giving Changbin time to process his erratic spiel.

Does he? Does he want this? Want a kid, want a kid with you?

Yes.

He wants to be a dad. He wants to be a dad so badly it nearly kills him.

“And Y/n does too?”

A nod.

“Then that’s it. You think so much you ruin stuff for yourself. Just enjoy, alright?” Chan recalls, and the rapper decides if he wasn’t producing music he could pass as a therapist.

Chan is a “just enjoy” kind of guy, a dude that despite weighing the world on his shoulders (and the industry), experienced life unabashedly. It was something he always admired.

Before now, Changbin never thought of himself as a worrier. In fact, he was probably the most laid back of his friends. When you’re involved, however, his wiring trips, and he falls ten times harder every second.

He hates how his fingers shake when hugging Chan again. He also hates the shit-eating grin slapped across Jisung’s face while gathering his stuff to leave.

“I bet fifty bucks it’ll be an ugly baby with your genetics!” Jisung shouts from behind him, watching him disappear onto the elevator. Changbin chuckles knowingly.

Called it.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t have been more dead-set on something in his life. Because from the moment you stepped inside, Changbin has you caged between him and the door.

“You want a baby?” He begins, knee wedging your legs apart. You airily gasp, mumbling into his saccharine lips.

“Bin-” You breathe, fingers gently pushing the messy black strands away from his eyes. He raises up to earn a sigh of your approval, and through hasty steps, you’ve managed to get to the bedroom.

It seemed like your predicament a week ago was finally getting its part two.

He’s crawled on top of you now, thumbing the clasp of your bra. ‘You don’t have to–”

“I want to, I’ve wanted to.” Last words coming out a tad bit lower than his usual tone, he returned to giving much needed attention below your ear, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you sink into the mattress below, drifting away in the pleasure he provided.

It’s so reviving. And despite always being reviving, you can tell the intentions are different this time. He’s taking his time with you, the honey on his lips being sure to kiss every inch of you. Savoring, remembering.

All you can hear is the numbed sound of your clothing dropping to the floor and the feather-light contact of his open-mouthed kisses, scent invading every sense and lulling you into utter contempt.

Not fucking, making love.

It feels like you’re melting.

He maps every curve, adores each flaw, kisses away the tears that drip down your face because it’s so intimate, overwhelming tides of his love swallowing you whole.

You’d be content dying like this.

But you can’t, and your husband won’t let you. He breathes air back into your lungs, forces you awake when you wish to sleep forever.

He cares, he cares thoughtlessly, deeply. He cares when you tell him you love him, bodies effortlessly connected. And he replies the same, a whisper, a mantra among your sweat and tears.

Melting away. Far, far away.

.. .

Your heart is pounding out of your chest, sweaty grip holding the tests in each hand as the timer on your husband's phone ticks by.

How you haven’t passed out from nervously holding your breath is a mystery. Granted, in the back of your mind you have a hunch, especially with your period being late too, but that doesn’t make this any less crucial.

He’s squatting between your legs while you sit on the toilet, and in any other circumstance you would’ve called it crazy. Nevertheless, this wasn’t any other circumstance.

Thumb rubbing comforting circles atop your thighs, the buzz of his phone has you sporadically trembling, waiting.

He gently cups your face in his hands, landing a kiss on your nose.

“You know I love you, right?”

And you stifle a tearful reply. A tearful “I love you” murmured before flipping the tears over and witnessing two identical plus signs staring right back at you.

Both of you stop breathing, and Changbin’s gaze repeatedly shifts from the box showing what lines are positive and what aren’t before gradually lifting his head to you, watery smile adorning his features.

“Binnie, I’m pregnant.”

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Hey, I saw your requests are open. Would you write something for 3Racha where something sad happens and the reader turns non-verbal to try and cope with it?

It's just a problem that I always have and I would like to know how you think the boys would react :)

3Racha when you’re nonverbal

3Racha Written

Prompt: Being friends with the main producers of a music group had its perks. But when you’re asked to accompany them a certain gathering, you hesitate when you figure out who will be there.

Genre: Angst/Comfort

Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Implications of trauma, alcohol and dr*g mention, I don’t think there’s any swearing, reader goes nonverbal.

A/N: I wanted to first start off by saying I apologize it took me a bit to get out. I’ve been in my own slump and I’ve found it super hard to find motivation for anything, especially writing and posting.

I wasn’t sure if you wanted a specific incident to happen where the reader goes non verbal, so I hope this is okay. I also wasn’t sure if you wanted it romantic or not, so I just kind of wrote what felt right in the moment. I tried to leave the situation vague so it could match with anyone’s experiences. I personally don’t like it too much (I honestly hate my writing so it could just be that LOL) so I can make a separate post with a text version, of course it would be a little bit different than this. Please let me know your thoughts 🙏

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Parties were the absolute worst. If you were forced to choose a least favorite thing on the planet, parties would be it. They’re loud and crowded; Worst of all, he’s always there.

3Racha had been nominated for an award. They had been invited to a big award show, a one where afterparties usually follow. You were incredibly proud of them, knowing just how hard they worked. They meant the absolute world to you, and to see them put their best foot forward and exceed tipped you over the moon. Previously, you’d turn them down when they’d ask you to attend with them, and you had a very good reason. Firstly, parties just weren’t your thing. You never fit in with everyone else growing up. Secondly, you knew that he was going to be there. You didn’t know what to call him. Putting a label on things had never felt right to you before. If someone were to ask him, he’d tell them you were together. But if someone were to ask you, you’d say it was complicated and you were content with how things were. You did that with everyone that seemed to be more than friends with you, commitment was a scary thing. But you did know that he was someone you never wanted to be around ever again.

You remember the way he’d always ask you to accompany him to one. He was the partier in the “relationship.” However, you’d always preferred to stay in. Nice and cozy in your blankets. One night, you decided to try and get out of your comfort zone. You wore something different, and put effort into your appearance. The moment he let his hand “accidentally” linger over your ass was the first sign of a mistake. The night only went downhill from there. Next thing you knew you were drugged and taken advantage of. It took you months to recover, months to find the will to get out of bed. Only Chan out of the three knew of this incident, but only very very vaguely. He only found out because he was the one nursing you back to your normal self again. You avoided giving him details, he doesn’t know the person, time, nor the place. You wanted to stick to using being tired as an excuse to politely turn them down. There was no way you could let them find out that you were just too weak to attend said gathering, especially because they don’t know what happened.

You listened to the boys explain how excited they were for this one. How this was such a big award, and how it was going to be so much different. The excitement that laced their voices made it hard for you to deny the question you knew was coming. “Do you think you could go with us this time?” They knew the answer every time they asked this question. A hesitant no, almost as if you were thinking about it. In reality, your mind was fighting off bad memories. It was hard not to think of it when even the topic was brought up, there’s no way you could bring yourself to revisit the place it happened. He was always going to be there, just like he was at every one while you knew him. Again, parties were his thing. So you were confident no matter which one you attended, he would be there. You were scared, to say the least. Scared of seeing him, scared of being pushed back into that dark room, scared of reliving what had made you feel so lifeless.

However, Han’s unintentional puppy eyes drew you closer and closer to the edge. How you wanted to see them happy. You weren’t sure if it was only platonic or if there was some hint of romantic feelings for them there, but you knew you loved them so much. Although the three knew the usual answer, they still proceeded to ask. They felt as they should always invite you, even if they know what your answer would be. However, this time you surprised them. With a quick purse of your lips, the words fell from your mouth. “Fine, but only this once.” The way their faces lit up when you agreed to go to with them brought a smile to your face. Though it quickly dissipated as your brain grabbed back at those awful memories. The guys were too lost in excitement to notice, but you’d prefer it that way. Everyone else had their own problems, so you hated adding your own on top of them.

The last few nights leading up to the award ceremony were filled with anxiety. Sleepovers with Chan were a mutually agreed way to get both of your minds off of stress. However your anxiety still managed to claw its way through what was supposed to be a comforting barrier with him. Chan was next to you, fast asleep which was something that was rare for him. Meanwhile, you silently cried next to him. Hours passed and you were still unable to fall asleep, too busy fighting off the horrible memories. Horrible memories of a time in your life that left you numb. You couldn’t shake it, knowing that he was going to be there. He was a popular artist, and you’d already checked the lineup for the event. His name was there, and now you were petrified. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell them you changed your mind. They were so excited, so you dealt with it.

The night of the party arrived. You’d isolated yourself for the day, hoping to prepare yourself enough for what was about to come. Hours passed and next thing you knew you were sat between Chan and Changbin on a fancy couch. Despite it being a fancy event, Han sat on the back of the couch with his feet on either side of you, his hands slowly running through your hair. It was a common thing for you to do with the three, often being very touchy with each other. It was to the point where you questioned if you were more than friends. While you didn’t kiss, or do anything beyond that, you were very hands on. Cuddling, hugging, playing with each others hair or outfits, you name it. However, you couldn’t decipher whether it was platonic or if there was a hint of romance in there.

Suddenly, an all too familiar voice snapped you out of the peaceful thoughts that managed to distract you for.. at least a little while. Soon enough, your worst fear of the night happened. He placed himself on the couch right across from you guys. The first 20 minutes or so, he had the subtlety evil smirk on his face.

However, you knew it would dissipate sooner or later. Based on your experience with him, he was an extremely jealous person. And given, how important skin-ship was to you and the three boys, it was only a matter of time. It happened when Han noticed you were quieter all of the sudden. His fingers came to a slow stop in your hair to travel down to your shoulder. His head leaning down to your ear to whisper something.

“Are you alright, jagiya?”

It was quiet, quiet enough where only those within a 3 inch radius could hear. So you wonder why you saw that man who you feared, drop his smirk to a frown. Maybe he read Han’s lips and noticed the word ‘jagiya’ ? Either way, you ignored it, and with a nod and a small smile which was noticeably forced, you brushed off Han’s worries insisting you were just tired. Changbin took notice of his member’s concern, and leaned in close to reassure you that the event would be over soon. You gave him the same smile and quietly thanked him.

Thats when he suddenly started staring daggers at you from across the room, his hand clenching onto the almost empty soju bottle. He was drunk, for sure. That had to have been the scariest part. It only added more fuel to the fire, you were silenced. Except nothing was physically stopping you from speaking. Your head dropped down, staring at your nails that now started to dig into the palms of your and in an attempt to quiet the voices in your mind. It was a bad habit you picked up when you got anxious. Recently, it’d been worse so you currently had crescent shaped markings left behind on the center of your hand. Han noticed the tension in your body, and leaned down to express his concern once again.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You’re very tense.”

No response. As much as you wanted to reassure him that everything was okay, you couldn’t. It felt as if your throat was closing up, you couldn’t speak or move. You were anxious, overstimulated and all you wanted to do was jump out of the window. Anything to escape.

Your eyes were now staring daggers into the floor, and your body was completely still. Did you even hear him? He wondered at your lack of response, however it didn’t take long for him to pick up on it. But before he could say anything else, Chan’s hand gently but swiftly grabbed yours. Holding your hands in such a way that your nails couldn’t fight their way through your skin again. Chan was a very observant person, so it didn’t take him very long to notice the marks on your hands. That’s when Han recognized what was going on, Changbin following in their suit not but a few moments later. Once again, Han leaned down to say something. He was well aware that you were nonverbal right now, but he said it anyways hoping you could at least muster the energy to tell him you wanted to leave. You suddenly felt a hand on either shoulder, which were now rubbing soothingly into your tense muscles. “Do you want to leave? Chan still has to say his goodbyes to everyone, but I can take you outside.” This sentence was whispered into your ear, and the word ‘leave’ sparked your attention. You nodded almost too eagerly.

With that, Han motioned for you to stand up, saying something to you excuse yourselves. Chan let your hands slip out of his, looking over at his band mate and Changbin to silently communicate everyone would be leaving soon. You were unsure of what he said, now focused on not making eye contact with a certain someone right across from you. The closer to you that Han got, the more anger you could feel emitting off of the man in front. That only left you more anxious. Suddenly, Han put his arm around your waist gently to guide you out. The anxiety started to die down as you stepped out of the building, but the tears you were fighting didn’t. “You okay?” Han softly questioned as your eyes looked up to meet his. It took him not but a brief moment to notice your glossy eyes. He immediately pulled you in for a hug, which caused you to break down. Still unable to speak, you only mumbled out incoherent words that the male tried so hard to pick up on. Fortunately for him, he was able to make out a few words which told him everything he needed to know.

You felt unsafe is what it was. Although he wasn’t sure why, it was a step. Han would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t sense anger and tension in the room. The reason was what he couldn’t figure out. His head rested on yours, gently rocking you back and forth hoping to calm you down. Suddenly the door opened, but you remained still. As Chan and Changbin walked over, your breathing began to slow down. “Sorry n/n, I did my best to get us out as soon as possible. They don’t know when to shut up.” Chan apologized and rubbed his hand up and down your back. “Come on, we’ll talk later. Let’s get her out of here.”

Once you all arrived home, everyone went to their dorms. Except you stayed back at Chan and Jeongin’s. Although the younger was in the middle of a brand deal, which left you and the latter alone in the dorm. The trio agreed it would be better if you stayed with one of them for the night, so they decided on the leader’s as it would be the calmest. Your body lay next to him on his comfortable mattress, the lights set to a soft and comforting purple color with the tv playing a movie on the lowest volume. The male laying next to you, with his hand running up and down your back. Your eyes followed the movements of the character on the screen, but your brain wasn’t absorbing any of the plot. It was obvious this was a difficult night for you, but Chan just had to know.

“Feel free to not answer, I know you’re still not in a talking mood..” He led on, and your head raised to make eye contact with him. “Was that the guy… from you know.”

You did know, you knew exactly what he was talking about. Your facial features remained still, looking back and forth between both of his eyes as you mustered up the energy to get some form of response out. With that, you only nodded before turning back to the movie. Chan could swear he felt his heart break and everything suddenly clicked in his mind. If he had known it would only cause you anxiety, then he wouldn’t have pestered you to go for so long. “I am sooo sorry y/n.” His other arm found its way around you as he rested his head on yours. “We wouldn’t have pressed so hard if we knew what was going on.”

Although you didn’t respond, your hand found its way to his and gave him a light squeeze to reassure him that it was okay. “I know I don’t know the whole story but you can always talk to me about how you’re feeling, alright?” A small smile formed on your lips and your head nodded against his, nuzzling further. He let out a light and squeaky giggle as he ran his fingers over your knuckle gently. It was in this moment that you realized it was all going to be okay.

[k-zuzu]

Hiiii can you do idol changbin x idol reader and the reader is uncomfortable that male idols are hitting on you while seated

장빈 s.CB

seo changbin 𖹭 gn!idol!reader

sos.

synopsis: changbin defends and comforts you when he noticed that you are uncomfortable at an award show bc stranger idols are flirting with you.

content: fluff, comfort, reader is uncomfy bc of men, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: hello, anon! thank you so much for being my first request !!! and it is also my bias fufufufu i am so happy that i decided to write it immediately. i wasn't entirely sure what you were looking for specifically, so i wrote for a gn!reader at an award show, and i hope you like my interpretation!<33

you and changbin have been in a content and joyous relationship for several months, with both your companies approving of your romance. despite this approval, your overzealous managers keep a constant watch over your interactions, leaving little room for privacy. this evening, you're both at an awards ceremony, but your seating has been arranged such that your groups are seated at tables apart from one another.

you and changbin would occasionally steal glances from across the room, exchanging subtle smiles and a few texts. as the hours pass, you and your respective group members become absorbed in your duties and you forget about changbin as he did you. (at least, for the evening). suddenly, however, an unexpected whisper breaks your focus when a male idol with tanned skin and soft black hair from the table next to yours leans over and murmurs in your ear.

"the show is pretty dull, isn't it?" he inquired, noticing you fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, clearly uninterested in the performers on stage. surprised, you turned to look at him, puzzled by his remark.

"hm? oh, yeah. i completely agree..." you responded without much enthusiasm, your energy levels currently low with how long the event is lasting. however, you didn't want to appear impolite, especially with the ever-present cameras lurking nearby, ready to capture every interaction. despite not being familiar with this man or his group, you couldn't help but consider the potential consequences if his fans caught wind of any perceived disrespect from you.

the boy's determination to engage in small talk continued despite your increasing irritation. with an air of arrogance, he mentioned, "my name is qz. my group wasn't even planning on attending tonight." a sense of superiority seemed to linger in his voice, as if his relatively lesser-known group had more important matters to attend to.

a stifled laugh escaped your lips as you averted your gaze to your group members, seeking a distraction from the awkward exchange. despite your attempts to downplay the tension, qz remained unfazed like the man he was.

"may i ask for your name? or can i just call you sexy~?" it takes every fiber in your body not to physically cringe at his poor attempt to flirt and you so generously offer him a pity giggle, but before you could reject him kindly, before you could even formulate a response to him, another guy abruptly joined the conversation. this young man, sporting pale skin, towering height, and golden hair, scooted his chair closer to both you and qz, interjecting himself into the conversation.

"what are you chatting about~?" the second guy inquired, eagerly joining the conversation. you strained not to let out a frustrated sigh, finding this interaction to be more agonizing than enduring the tedious award ceremony itself. "hi, y/n~! you're so talented!" the blond-haired man continued, lavishing you with compliments that didn't align with your current mood.

you muster a polite smile and nod, expressing your gratitude. however, as you look over at your group members, desperately hoping for a rescue from this awkward interaction, they remain oblivious, engrossed in the performance and the male idol on stage taking his shirt off, eliciting screams from the audience. frustrated, you glance back at changbin from afar, only to see that his attention is elsewhere as well. left with no choice, you let out a defeated sigh and resign yourself to endure the situation, hoping that it would end soon.

"ah, so it's y/n? i see... what a beautiful name." qz mumbles.

the blond member exclaims, hitting qz's shoulder lightly. "seriously, you don't know y/n?! i've told you about them several times!" qz raises his hands, surrendering playfully. he then turned to look at you, assuming a mock guilty expression as you sipped your water, pretending to be uninterested.

"so, y/n, are you dating anyone?" he asks abruptly, you look at him, almost spitting your drink.

"excuse me?!" you exclaimed, a mix of shock and offense in your voice. however, you tried to remain professional, placing your glass down gently. "no! no one..." you attempted to deny it, but the defensiveness in your tone betrayed your words. instead of buying your denial, the two boys chuckled and high-fived each other, causing you to look at them with raised eyebrows.

"so, who's the lucky person?" the blond-haired man inquired, a smirk playing on his lips. frustration welled up inside you, but you forced a laugh and shook your head, refusing to engage further.

"i told you, there's no one!" you reiterated with a strained smile on your face, trying to politely end the unwanted conversation. however, the blond and qz remained undeterred, persistently refusing to take the hint and continue to intrude into your personal life.

"come on, y/n, don't be like that..." qz places his hand on your shoulder, and that was the last straw for you. frustrated and ready to speak your mind, you firmly pull away from his touch. just as you are about to give him a piece of your mind, a hand suddenly obscures your view of him. changbin, your one and only, appeared before you, his hand aggressively ruffling qz's messy black hair. relieved, you look up as changbin stepped in, diffusing the tension and giving you a sense of comfort.

changbin forced a cheerful tone as he addressed qz, masking the anger beneath. "hey man, it's been ages! can we chat outside for a sec?" he then turned to the blond, addressing him as well. "i'd also love to catch up with you, dani. mind if we step outside for a moment?"

"hm? okay." qz takes a brief glance at you before shifting his focus back to changbin, who then wraps his arms around the two boys and he lifts them up from their chairs, squeezing them with a bit too much strength for comfort. the three men proceed towards the door, leaving you behind at the table, attempting to regain some semblance of normalcy from the uncomfortable, and quite frankly, scary situation that happened just now.

as time passes, you can't help but feel a little anxious at the fact that changbin hasn't come back yet, and so you decide to check on the boys outside. you excuse yourself from your fellow members and as you peak your head through the door, you see the three of them and they are distracted in conversation. you decide to stay hidden and eavesdrop on them.

changbin scolds the two boys sternly, his voice firm and calm. "you guys really need to learn some manners. the way you behaved back there was downright unprofessional... when you're unfiltered, that's when you slip up. had i been unfiltered, i would've knocked some sense into you by now." he pauses for a deep breath before continuing, a scolding finger pointed at them. "y/n is a very special friend to me, and it bugged me seeing the way you treated them. imagine how they felt when you kept pushing despite their clear signals!"

"yes, changbin-hyung... we're sorry..." they would repeat with every scolding word that came out of his mouth.

changbin had an air of wisdom and charisma about him that captured people's attention and made them want to listen to what he had to say. whether he was scolding someone, offering advice, sharing his thoughts, or simply carrying himself, he always possessed a natural ability to command respect and authority in any given situation. people were naturally drawn to his presence, often viewing him as a reliable source of knowledge and insight.

your chest fills with warmth and you can't resist the smile that creeps on your lips at the words that come out of his mouth. you are also glad that he didn't reveal your relationship while he was at it. (although partially, you hoped he did so he could give those boys a little more shame! he was letting them off too easy.) you just let out a sigh of relief at how fast easy the situation de-escalated when changbin handles it.

as soom as the two boys are dismissed, they rush past the door and don't even notice you — you enter the empty corridor and see changbin leaning against the wall. once he catches a glimpse of you, he gives you his full attention and approaches you, his hands carefully treading at your elbows. "hey! are you alright? what happened?" you just smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

"thank you for being so hot." you say, arms around his neck and he just looks away blushing — he purses his lips, trying to contain his flattered smile but it doesn't do anything.

"what's with you~" he whines as he holds your waist and kisses your cheek. "we should go back out before anyone notices any monkey business." he says and you nod curtly. "wait, are you sure you're alright?" he asks once more.

"yes, i was a bit uncomfortable but it's fine now." he nods and gives you a reassuring smile, rubbing your back. "thank you so much, again... i missed you all night, you know?" you whisper.

"i missed you, too, baby..." he says softly and captures your lips in a tender kiss. "let's go back now? i'll be sure to treat you to something nice when we finally get out of here."

"deal."

[lonelystczennie]

7:21 pm(Changbin)

Masterlist

As soon as you walked through the door, Changbin could tell you’d had a long day, making a beeline for him and slumping into his arms, letting him hold you up in a tight hug.

“Hey babe, tough day?” He asked gently, wrapping his arms around you and giving a light squeeze.

“Tighter.” You mumbled into his chest, not answering.

He increased the pressure, finding your neediness cute.

“Tighter.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He chuckled, stopping short at the sound of a muffled sniffle from you.

“Y/n?”

He pulled back just far enough to catch sight of your face, feeling his heart drop as he was met with your watery eyes. “No no, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You shook your head. “Today was just really shitty.” You said weakly, tucking your face against his chest.

“Are you okay? Can I do anything?” He asked, feeling his heart break at your quiet whimpers.

“Just hold me, please.”

He wrapped his arms back around you tightly, holding you as close as he possibly could.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He whispered, rocking you slightly. “Binnies got you.”

Eventually, you pulled away, wiping your eyes and before meeting his gaze again. “Sorry.” You croaked.

“Don’t apologize, that’s what I’m here for.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

He couldn’t make whatever was upsetting you go away, but he could make sure to always be there for you as a safe place to land, holding you untill your tears ran out.

[violetsiren90]

The Light of Your Eyes | Mini Teaser

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?

Content warnings (teaser only): fic will be 18+ (minors dni); kissing; embracing; age gap (consenting adults)

Drop date: Soon. Work is kicking my ass again, but this one is close to finished.

*Mood board images from Pinterest, poem is an original 💕

The sudden feeling of two strong arms snaking about your waist causes you to start, sloshing your water and smacking the back of your head into the man holding you. Hastily, you 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.

"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.

"Bin..." you whisper against his lips, "Bin, we shouldn't–"

"Let me show you, noona. How beautiful you are."

You still, eyes flicking up to his. They're dark and tender and pleading. You huff 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 want it too, you find. You want his hands and lips and eyes all over you, bringing their warmth everywhere they meet your aching body.

Swallowing, your eyes drop to his lips.

Slowly, you nod, and move to take his mouth again with yours. 

"Yeah?" he murmurs, and you can feel his lovely little smile.

"Yeah, Bin," you breathe, as your eyes slip shut and your hands find the firmness of his chest. "...Yeah."

[st4rwon]

winter + bf!changbin

warnings: none js fluff!!

it was freezing cold out today, leading to you being tucked under a couple blankets and snuggled into your boyfriend’s chest. his strong muscular arms held you close to him and he brushes his hands through your hair.

though from the corner of your eye, you noticed something falling from the sky outside. then you saw some more of the white dots falling to the ground. suddenly it hit you, it was snowing!

“binnie!! look outside, there’s snow! cmon lets go look!” you said giggling, as you ran outside the room.

changbin chuckled to himself amused at your behavior, he knew how much you enjoyed the cold weather. he trailed behind you and grabbed a coat for you, along with some earmuffs and a scarf. he expected you to stay outside for quite a while, as you liked to sit outside and loved the beauty of nature, so he grabbed some gloves as well.

“binnie come quick! we gotta make our wishes together”

“im coming darling! just gotta make sure i get some things so my cutie doesn’t freeze to death”

changbin rushed outside and helped you put on all the items he brought. he brought you into a tight back hug and clamped both your hands together. both of you silently made your wishes, before you turned around and pressed a soft kiss to changbin’s lips.

“im so happy to be spending year with you bin. i remember last year, my wish was for you to ask me out, and you did!”

“god you’re so cute ynie. im glad you wished for that because i wouldn’t want to have anyone else as my partner. now shall we dance in the snow, pretty?”

“we shall!”

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