#this doesn’t even count as konglish there’s not enough korean

[alachii]

최치열 really said do y’all need a malnourished pathetic wet cat of a 주인공 and made him the most lovable character ever

[serpentinesarang]

Playing Dress Up

pairing: changbin (seo changbin) x fem reader [because he’s my ult, OKAY?]

genre: idol!au, verrrrry little smut if you look under a microscope, the gentlest of fem-dom tones, suggestive, self-insert first-person POV (no y/n), reader has an overly sensitive spine that turns her on (integral to the plot), reader speaks konglish (key below)

word count: 1538

content warnings: one swear but that’s about it

summary: it’s post-covid era, and your newish boyfriend changbin, who doesn’t live with you yet, comes over under the guise of catching up after skz’s long-awaited world tour. he surprises you at first, but he doesn’t know you too have a surprise up your sleeve.

a/n: yet another super old piece i wrote in early 2018

korean key:

⦿ annyeong (안녕) = hi (in the context of the plot); pronounced “on-yawng”

⦿ jalsaenggin (잘생긴) = handsome; pronounced “jahl-seng-geen”

⦿ areumdaoon (아름다운) = beautiful; pronounced “ah-room-dah-oon”

⦿ ne (네) = most common form of yes; pronounced “neh”

⦿ gamsahamnida (감사합니다) = most common form of thank you; pronounced “kahm-sah-hahm-nee-dah”

⦿ cheonmaneyo (천만에요) = formal version of you’re welcome; pronounced “chun-mahn-eh-yo”

⦿ yangbok (양복) = suit; pronounced “yahng-bohk”

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Perched on the couch, I glanced at the clock again: 7:27 PM. I buried my face in my sweater-paws in a burst of adrenaline. 

This is it; this is it; this is IT, my inner voice screamed. He’s gonna be here any motherfluffing second now! In my building! In my apartment! With ME!

A sharp knock at the door snapped me out of my anxious thoughts. At long last, the moment I'd played out in my head so many different ways was finally transpiring before my wide eyes and thumping heart. After months of texting, selfie sharing, and videochatting, my boyfriend would finally be on the same side of the world as I.

I shot off the couch in pure, unfettered excitement but forced myself not to skip to the door, employing a calculated casualness as I took a deep breath before gripping the knob and twisting it open.

My poor little heart slammed harder against its cage as I gazed at Changbin, absolutely decked in an all-black suit and holding a bouquet of unusually dark red roses. Leave it to Binnie to go all out with his fondess for all things dark. 

I let out a much-restrained giggle as he grinned ear to ear, giving me an expression so much more happier than any of the ones I’d seen when I answered his video calls. His eyes crinkled as he took me in and let the attraction bloom across his glowing face.

He emitted a contented hmm before I finally broke the smile-off and said softly, “Annyeong, jalsaenggin.”

“A-annyeong, areumdaoon,” Changbin replied, adorably nervous.

I beckoned him inside the apartment, closed the door, and turned to face him. Eyeing the flowers in his hand, I said, “You've been planning to give me flowers even though I told you they’re not necessary, haven’t you?”

He glanced down at the floor with a sinister chuckle. “Ne.”

I shook my head with a smirk. “You didn't have to, but gamsahamnida.” I bowed my head at him, genuinely thankful for this sweet surprise.

“Cheonmaneyo,” he replied after bowing at me as well, still smiling with those tantalizing, full lips.

Segueing from the bouquet, I eyed his sleek outfit and touched a hand to his shoulder. “And you put on a suit for me?”

Changbin bit his lower lip—something I’d stupidly admitted turns me on when I was tipsy one night—and took a small step closer. “When we were in New York, when you and I talked about award shows, you said I look good in yangbok.”

This boy and his memory...

Dramatically planting my hands on my hips, I raised my voice a little: “Well I lied, Binnie. You look sexy in yangbok.”

His eyes had instinctually widened when I said “lied,” but then he scrunched his face into a disgustingly cute (≧◡≦) expression of childlike joy.

After we shared some shy chuckles, I sighed, still alive with energy. “Well,” I began, reaching for the bouquet, “let me put these in water.” I started toward the kitchen before he grabbed my wrist, gently yanking me back.

Unmoved, he stood in the entryway with raised arms and expectant eyes, and I realized he had been patiently waiting the whole time to embrace me.

I cackled in my mind for a second before saying, “Two minutes; I promise. Put your shoes there.” I pointed to a small, makeshift closet area wedged between my bedroom and bathroom, then I slipped into the kitchen, our eyes glued to each other the entire time.

Once I'd dropped the roses into a long-forgotten vase I dug out of a seldom opened cabinet, I pivoted on the smooth tile and boosted myself up onto the counter, near the sink, in one fluid motion. Changbin had been patiently leaning, hands in pockets, against a pillar directly across the kitchen with seductive, hooded eyes.

Time to make that a shit-eating grin.

I locked eyes with him and opened my bent legs outward, heels against the cabinets. I raised my arms and fought the urge to espouse a flirtatious expression while he wasted no time marching across the kitchen and wrapping his firm arms around me as I wrapped my legs around his torso. He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, and I rested my head atop his.

I tenderly stroked his abundant black hair with one hand and gripped a toned shoulder blade with the other. My heart had slowed down a bit, but it was still abnormal enough for him to feel my jugular throbbing against his cheek. He held me so tightly—not uncomfortably... but passionately. Making up for all the lost time and lost touch.

I felt Changbin starting to trail a finger up my spine, and just as he was hoping, I involuntarily lurched against him. So he’s gonna play that game with me... I thought. I exhaled loudly and whispered into his ear, “You can either save that for later or much sooner than later. Your choice.”

He laughed against my neck, finally pulling away just enough to see my face. He paused, taking his sweet time mining my bright eyes for clues. In this moment, I realized despite my nervous fervor that he’d done his whole skincare routine before coming here, and the scent of his favorite cologne was emanating from his visibly pulsing jugular.

“Sooner, please,” Changbin answered quietly, gazing at me with begging eyes.

“Sooner,” I nodded, leaning in to delicately kiss him, not pressing my lips too hard against his. I wanted to savor the feeling of his unfairly beautiful lips on mine. But, mashing his lips deeper, he slid his hands beneath my ass to whisk me off the counter, still tightly wrapped around his back like the precious cargo I am.

He carried me to my bedroom as I placed random kisses on his smooth skin. At the foot of the bed, he let my body, almost unwillingly, cascade to the floor, keeping his hands on my waist.

“‘Just hang out and talk,’ huh,” I remarked sarcastically with a chuckle. I weaved my arms underneath his and hugged him closer, holding my face just a few inches from his.

Biting his lip again, Changbin paused to compose the perfect reply as he tucked my hair behind an ear. “We didn’t mention what we would do while we talked...” he trailed off, his eyelids drooping suggestively. 

I smirked and maneuvered my hands to undo his jacket button. Pausing, I looked up at him and said in a solemn voice, “I think I'll undress you, unlike that one night I chickened out before you left.”

“I knew you had it in you,” he murmured in a playfully patronizing tone.

“Oh, it's gonna be in me,” I lobbied back, narrowing my eyes and smirking again. I snaked my hands up his chest and over his shoulders to slide off his jacket. “I'll hang it all up so nothing wrinkles.”

Changbin followed me to the closet as I hung the jacket.

“Tell me, baby: what are you thinking about?” I asked, working on his shirt buttons.

While he paused to think up a good answer, I unbelted him and tugged out the edges of his shirt.

“Just you,” he said, confidently.

We worked his pants off together, and I hung them too. “Great minds think alike.” 

Then I removed his dress shirt as he stood there, just smiling like an idiot in love. After what seemed like forever, he was down to his last undergarments, which I left for the fun to come.

“They’re gone,” I noted in a soft voice while caressing his stomach, devoid of the abs he’d talked about so often during their tour.

Changbin groaned quietly, putting on a comical frown. “Don’t talk about it...”

I laughed, bent down to plant a kiss on the curve of his supple stomach, and led him back to the foot of the bed. I sat him down and backed up a few steps, preparing for something I rarely had the courage to do for boyfriends. He watched me intently, and I realized that his lips had seldom turned downward since he'd arrived.

“So,” I began, hands in my sweatshirt pocket and my excitement painfully, embarrassingly obvious, “you must feel like the best dressed person here.”

He nodded innocently as I weaseled out of the baggy sweatshirt and tossed it aside to reveal a scarlet open-cup bra with strategically placed, intricately lacy flowers adorning the cups. I watched his eyebrows rise as he assessed me feverishly.

“Well, I dressed up too,” I continued in my best velvety tone of flirtation.

Slowly and purposefully, I shimmied out of my equally baggy sweats and kicked those aside too. Now my full outfit was on display, and I felt a chill come over me. This time, I revealed a scarlet, gartered thong that featured more strategically placed lace and several strappy pieces holding the lace bits together—a barely-there kind of piece that emphasized the curves of my figure.

Finishing off the look was a pair of scarlet thigh-high stockings with matching lace at the top... his only clue if Changbin had noticed my toes enrobed in sheer red hosiery.

I stood straighter, sucked in my stomach, shifted my weight on either foot to demonstrate a few cheesy poses before giving him the full turnaround. He was dumbstruck, speechless, and empty-eyed, his face alight with intrigue as I inched forward and straddled him. Cupping his jaws below the ears and leaning in, I whispered, "Now undress me and touch my back again."