#lgbt kpop

[mellometal]

Here's a playlist I made on Spotify of every single K-Pop idol, group, and soloist who are openly LGBT that I could find. If I find more, I will update the playlist with that artist's work added in. If I don't find any other openly LGBT K-Pop artist's work and I do happen to find songs that have LGBT themes instead, I will update the playlist with those songs.

Would anyone be interested in a playlist with openly LGBT J-Pop artists too?

This playlist includes the following (so far):

Harisu, the first trans female idol in K-Pop. She's the OG. She was an entertainer during first gen. It's only appropriate that all of her music is here.

Choi Han-Bit, a trans woman who was formerly from the second gen girl group Mercury. She's a singer, actress, and model.

Lady, the first and only girl group made up of all trans women. They're from early second gen and were fairly short-lived. They were inspired by Harisu.

Maman/Magolpy, the first openly LGBT idol ever. She's a lesbian. Maman got kicked out of the entertainment agency she was under due to her coming out. She has not been active in the music industry since 2015.

Jiae, a soloist formerly from the girl group Wa$$up. She's openly bisexual.

Som Hein, a soloist from School Idol. She's openly bisexual.

Holland, a soloist. He's openly gay. He's probably the first idol you picture when you hear "LGBT idols in K-Pop." He's the best known one on this list.

Marshall Bang/MRSHLL, a soloist. He's openly gay. He's another fairly well-known LGBT artist in the K-Pop industry.

Aquinas, a soloist. He is openly bisexual.

LIONESSES, the first and only boy group (so far) made up of all men who are openly LGBT. All the members are hidden except for their leader, Damjun. Kanghan, one of the members, is a drag queen.

QI.X, the newest one on this list. The first group in K-Pop where all the members are openly genderqueer. All the members, aside from JiGOOK (who uses he/they pronouns), use they/them pronouns.

The only openly LGBT artist in the K-Pop industry that I couldn't find on Spotify is Kwon Do Woon. He's a Korean trot singer who's openly gay. He came out during his tenth anniversary. Do Woon was the first active celebrity to come out as LGBT since Hong Seok Cheon, an actor who came out in 2000 and is still the most prominent openly gay celebrity in Korea.

The playlist is linked here! Enjoy!

[lgbt-kpop]

seokjin loves nb armys!!♡

[o6frog]

stray kids pride ᯓ★

[ddaenig]

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

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[fiendco]

artwork by me

[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?

[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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[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."

[peppertaemint]

Choi Minho's Stay For a Night stage setup, featuring same sex couples. 🏳️‍🌈

[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

[youchangallery]

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[mellometal]

Hi-hi! I have a new group to show you!

I've found some K-Pop groups and soloists who are openly LGBT, and even talked about some of them on here before.

The first one I talked about was Lady, who was the first and only K-Pop girl group made up of all trans women. That post EXPLODED. I'm grateful for all the love that post received.

The most recent one I've talked about is LIONESSES, the first and only (so far) K-Pop boy group made up of men who are openly LGBT, the members are all hidden except for their leader, and one of the members is a drag queen! They're also the first and only boy group I've stanned. (There's a boy group from first gen who I like only because of their discography. I might make a post about them at some point, but it's not easy to find a ton of information about the group itself because of their name.)

I've mentioned that I couldn't find any K-Pop groups, idols, or soloists who are trans men or nonbinary. Well, that has since changed! They are a newer group (they just debuted a couple months ago), and they're the topic of this post!

The group's name is QI.X. They’re the first idol group in Korea with all the members being openly genderqueer as a whole! (I really hope that paints an accurate picture. I don't know how else to explain it. 😅 Please don't hurt me. /srs)

Here they are! From left to right: YOURA, Maek, Prin, and jiGOOK

This is Prin. They're the leader of the group, main vocalist, lead rapper, main dancer, the youngest, and they're nonbinary! They're also vegan!

This is jiGOOK. He is the oldest in the group, the lead vocalist, and main rapper. They are a genderfluid nonbinary trans man. Sometimes they identify as genderless. He is a drag artist and has three cats!

This is Maek. They are the second oldest in the group, the main vocalist, and lead rapper. They are genderqueer. They were friends with Prin pre-debut. They're working at a trans rights organization in Korea called "JOGAKBO" and work at the Seoul Disabled People's Rights Film Festival.

This is YOURA. They are the third oldest in the group and a lead vocalist. They're currently questioning their gender identity and don't want to label themself as of right now. They majored in acting, but they're also interested in traditional arts, music, and movement.

Here's a couple more pluses: They’re independent AND all of them are adults! (Reason why I bring up the second part is because there are way too many minors in the industry and it makes me so uncomfortable. One of my ult groups does have a member who's like seventeen, but the rest of the members are adults. The youngest member of said ult group is not my bias. My biases in that group are all adults.)

Here is a video of them performing their song "Lights Up":

Their social media handles:

Twitter: @ QIX_Official

Instagram: @ qix_official

TikTok: @ officialqix

Their YouTube is in the video!

Have a good day, everyone! 💕

[btsxmalereaders]

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.

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