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blueberry-chan · 2 years

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✦𓂃 Injuries — Bang Chan ༉‧₊˚

Rated — fluff

Pairing — chan x gn!reader

Warnings — descriptions of blood, injuring yourself (cutting veggies)

Words — 922

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“Oh my god,” Chan gasped, grabbing your arm as you barely even could take in what just happened.

You accidentally cut your finger while cutting up some vegetables for the dinner you were preparing for the two of you. Luckily, Chan was right next to you and noticed the accident even quicker than you could realise and take in what had just happened. It didn’t take long for the blood to appear from your fresh wound but it wasn’t a lot. This was just a small little cut, but damn it stung like a bitch.

“Not again. Fuck,” You cuss under your breath as these kinds of small accidents were easy to happen to you.

“Hold your hand still,” Chan says quickly, keeping a grip around your wrist to make sure you don’t move it. He slightly pulls you with him as he takes a few steps and reaches for a cupboard above his head, in search of a plaster or a bandaid to cover your cut with. After a few moments of Chan worriedly looking up, searching the cupboard for any kind of sign of anything to cover your wound with, he sighs.

“I don’t think we have any plasters,” He says, sounding frustrated and worried about what to do now. His hand reaches for a paper towel pack that’s placed on the kitchen island. He pulls a paper towel from the pack, handing it to you softly, “Wrap it around your finger for now. Make sure to be gentle, I’ll be back in a second,” He speaks, tying your eyes with his and giving you a reassuring smile, before rushing off somewhere.

You wrap the towel around your finger, seeing how it soon enough starts leaking the blood through. “Ahh,” You gasp from the wound causing an uncomfortable stinging feeling.

Chan soon returns with a white roll in his hand. “Got it!” He announces, coming in close contact with you once again, standing in front of you and gently grasping ahold of your hand once again. He turns your hand over, seeing the blood that has bled through the paper towel. “Does it hurt a lot? Are you okay?” He asks, concerned about how much the small cut is bleeding.

“Stings a bit. It’s bearable though, so I’m fine,” You reply, trying to make him a little less concerned even though the pain is a bit more than just a little sting at this point. It’s not anything you’re not used to though, so it really is bearable.

“Let me wrap the bandaid around it now, yeah?” He asks looking into your eyes for an answer before you vocalize an actual “Yeah.”

He smoothly removes the paper towel to make sure he doesn’t hurt you in any way, before reaching up in the same cupboard he was searching before and getting out a bottle of disinfectant spray.

“Noo, that’s gonna sting,” You say, seeing what it is that he’s getting out. Severe flashbacks from childhood when you injured yourself and your mom was cleaning the wound with it.

“I’m gonna have to clean the cut, though. I’m sorry,” He says before removing the cap. You mumble, “I mean how bad can it sting, right,” before he sprays the disinfectant on your skin. You grind your teeth together, closing your eyes as the disinfectant hits your open wound.

After a few moments of sizzling like a boiling kettle, you recover and don’t feel the stinging as much anymore. “Wasn’t as bad as I remembered,” You admit.

“You good?” Chan asks, now sweetly wrapping the bandaid around your finger, covering what needs to be covered.

“Yeah,” You respond, “I’m gonna look like I was in a crazy, mind-twisting accident when I walk around with this bandaid wrapped around my finger. It’s gonna be so boring when I tell people I just cut my finger while cooking.”

Chan softly laughs under his breath, remotely shaking his head. “Well, you can always overexaggerate the story, hm? Say a wild biiiiig orange monster deep from the woods attacked you with its sharp knife-like fingers. You were fighting for your life, using all your strength to fight him off and luckily got away with only a cut on your finger,” He explains in a very mysterious, storyteller tone that people who read stories for kids use. “In the end of the day, it was just a carrot, though,” He blurbs.

You laugh at what his imagination had come up with. “Those damn carrots-”

“Exactly-” Chan somewhat cuts your off, “It’s always the carrots.” You can say nothing else other than just agree with him. Weirdly enough, a lot of accidents happen while cutting carrots. It’s not your first time either.

“Should get back to the dinner now,” You say, looking at your hand with the one finger that slightly resembles a snowman. Chan wrapped it all bumpy, some places more uneven than the others. You feel like you can still work and finish the dinner, since your finger isn’t causing you any pain nor would it be a struggle to work with.

“You’re insane if you think I’m letting you near those carrots ever again. Sit down I’ll finish the dinner myself, then we can eat,” Chan says, protectively, knowing he’s never gonna let your near those carrots again. You don’t wanna protest, so you just sit down near the table, keeping your eyes on him as he starts fumbling around the kitchen, taking over your previous job that was cut short by a small accident.

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✦𓂃 Drunk-Dazed — Changbin ༉‧₊˚

Summary — Changbin and the reader have always had some kind of tension during their friendship, but never have broken that border to take their relationship to the next level. When the reader calls Changbin up while she’s drunk and can barely walk, Changbin takes her home. With a lot of touching and flirting from the drunk-dazed reader, it’s soon clear to both parties that they feel the same about each other.

Rated — minors dni. fluff + suggestive (mentions of sexual stuff)

Pairing — changbin x afab!drunk!reader

Warnings — cursing, the reader can be quite embarrassing, also the reader is very drunk and flirts a lot, very suggestive, don’t ask about the dialogue, didn’t proofread so lmk if there are any mistakes

Words — 3,9K

— ko-fi — skz masterlist

“You should stop drinking like this, you know,” Changbin mumbles, allowing out a stressed breath as he continues to support your body and helps you slowly take steps to somehow move forward and get you home. Your arm is wrapped around the back of his neck, leaning most of your body weight on him, which he seems to have no problem with carrying. You’re patiently trying to take slow steps on your noodle-like legs that barely hold on at this point.

“What do you mean like this?” You find a very obviously answered question in your book of ‘questions to ask when a hot big muscled man is dragging you home, whose perfume smells unbelievably good’. Unnecessary details? Yes. But it’s true. You never really noticed that his perfume smelled this good before. That’s probably because you’ve never been hanging around his neck like this before and had him almost carrying you.

“You can barely even walk, that’s what I mean like this,” Changbin replies and secures the grip around your waist to pull you closer since he feels your body going limper with every step you take. Like an actual noodle at this point.

“I don’t think I can wa-” You start but your own body giving up gets ahead of your words and you fall to the wet pavement of the street sign lit-up avenue.

Changbin reacts faster than the light of speed, grasping you tightly so only your knees fall to the ground. You feel rainwater from the storm from earlier soaking through the material of your jeans after you’ve only spent 0.2 seconds on the ground. I just fell into a fucking puddle…

“Shit- are you okay?” Changbin asks, slowly trying to pull you up from the ground but it’s gonna take your own encouragement too, to actually get you back onto your feet.

“Yeaaah I’m… all good,” You almost sing out. Your eyes won’t even stay open at this point, your knees are getting more soaked by the minute and all you want right now is your bed and a good 8-hour sleep.

“C’mon, you gotta get up,” Changbin tries to urge you to get up once again. Pulling you from the side of your bust but you refuse to move an inch. You barely have the energy to keep your eyes open so energy for moving and standing back up again just doesn’t exist.

“Y/N, do I have to carry you? Please just-” Changbin says sounding annoyed and getting impatient with you.

“Yes.”

“What?” He’s confused about what you just agreed to.

“Carry me.”

“I- No, seriously please get up Y/N and I’ll get a taxi for you,” Changbin blurbs out, taking his last chance at trying to make you get up. He’s just gonna pretend he didn’t hear you just say that. You and he haven’t exactly broken a border between the two of you like that yet, but there’s always some kind of tension which just puts more onto situations like these.

“Now thinking,” You rest more into your seat and let your ass fall to the ground, where it gets soaked the second it touches the ground, “This is a very nice puddle, you know.”

“Get. Up.” Changbin sounds angry now and takes a step to stand in front of you. Your barely open eyes move up to catch ahold of his angry gaze as both of his arms wrap around your waist. Unexpectedly he yanks you up which leads you to let out a squeal and your floppy arms both fall on his shoulders. His arms are both firmly glued around your waist and your feet and grazing the ground as they’re hanging lifeless, giving no support to the rest of your bones.

“Aaah I’m so tired, dude,” You complain after letting out an exhausted yawn and resting your head on his shoulder with your arms softly wrapped around his neck.

“No shit, you are,” He deadpans, grabbing the back of your thighs and raising your legs up high enough to where he can rest them around his hips. Your legs don’t latch onto his body as they would if you had some kind of energy to make them do that but instead they just hang there with the only thing keeping them from falling being Changbin’s grip on them. Woah he’s like actually carrying me now? “I’ll get you home.”

“Mmmmh,” You mumble not thinking at all at this point and being completely zoned out by your sleepiness and Changbin’s perfume filling your lungs with every breath you take.

“What is it?” He questions feeling your hot breath on his neck.

“Did I ever tell you your perfume smells amazing?”

“No, I don’t t-think so,” All he can do is stutter. “Thanks…?”

There’s a moment of silence, where you just don’t have the energy to open your mouth and say anything to stop it and Changbin is probably rethinking his life choices, considering dropping you and fleeing the country to never see your face again because he can’t deal with you. Oveeer the lineeeee, Y/N, oveeeer the line, you tell yourself.

You feel one of Changbin’s arms let go of your leg so it falls a little lower but still has some of your own put in support holding it up. He reaches into his front right pocket and you can’t even guess what he’s reaching for. Maybe insect repellent because he thinks there’s a huge human-sized mosquito latched onto his body? You’re too exhausted and drunk off your ass to think of thoughts like this. All you can think about right now is your bed. Even the image of it is floating in front of your dazed-off state when you close your eyes.

“I’ll get us a taxi,” He says, as you feel – what you now know is his phone and not a taser nor a bottle of mosquito repellent – grazes against your thigh and leaves a small trail of coldness on your wet jeans-covered skin.

It takes a few short minutes for the taxi to pull up. You’ve realized time passes so much faster when you’re in Changbin’s arms. Feels like his smell has a time speed-up setting or something.

Your head is buried in Changbin’s neck, with his arms wrapped around your body to make sure you don’t end up on the wet ground again. Before you know it Changbin is already helping to get you seated in the taxi as it’s on the route to your home.

Changbin sits next to you in the backseat, where the two of you have 3 seats all for yourselves. Your head subconsciously falls into Changbin’s lap since there’s much room to spare and you’re so tired that all you wanna do is lay down. Changbin’s hand soon enough finds its way to your hair and starts softly moving strands of them out of your face.

“Baby Binnie,” You half-whisper after yawning. You really love any kind of physical contact with this man and especially when he starts it. You feel his soft fingers graze against your forehead a few times as your messy hair gets pushed away from your face.

“It’s okay. We’ll be home soon,” Changbin whispers in a tone you’d never expected to hear him talk in. If you weren’t so drunk you’d probably shoot up and ask ‘what just was that!’ but if you weren’t drunk you wouldn’t ever be in the situation you’re in right now, so you just let it slide, enjoying feeling his touch and warmness.

Getting out of the taxi, Changbin doesn’t hold you as he did before. Seeing how tired you are he decides to just carry you up to your apartment in both of his arms. Yes, that kind of carrying when a kid falls asleep in the car after a long trip and the parent has to carry them to bed. The kid always wakes up later, confused about how in the hell they made it to their bed when the last thing they remember is peacefully sitting in the car. In your case, you’re not fully asleep yet. Even though your eyes are closed and breathing has slowed down a lot, you’ve managed to pull through and not fall asleep. All this touching, lying is Changbin’s lap, literally hugging him for the first time and having him carry you, has sparked some kind of disguised energy inside of you and the mindset that you just don’t wanna sleep anymore.

Changbin carries you up to your apartment. Fumbling with the keys for a while, probably so confused about how the door is supposed to open and how the keys work. The first time you moved into this apartment, it took you a week to finally get how the key is supposed to be inserted and where to twist it, so you don’t blame him for taking his time.

This is just a win-win for you since you can spend more time pressed against his body, feeling his warmness radiating to you through this tense body contact.

When he finally figures out the key placement and gets the door open, he softly grabs full hold of your legs again and carries you through the door. He makes no effort to turn on the light, thinking you’re asleep or at least so exhausted that the light would disturb the peaceful state you’re in.

He carries you to your bedroom and you feel him gently place you on the soft bed that you desperately have been craving. You let out a small groan and mumble, “Finally,” under your breath which lets Changbin know you’re still up.

“Do you need anything before I go?” Changbin asks whispering in a soothing tone.

Eyes closed, enjoying the soft sheets you’re laying on, you say, “I don’t think I can get out of my clothes on my own.”

Changbin lets out a sigh and states, “Okay I- I’ll help you with that,” still speaking in a quiet whispering tone stuttering a little.

“Please,” You groan tiredly and Changbin quickly lets you know he’s at it already.

“You’ll have to sit up for me though,” He speaks which makes you slowly pull your tired; already somewhat relaxed body; up from where it was swallowed into the mattress.

“My PJs should be somewhere there,” You say looking down at Changbin kneeling in front of you – untying your sneakers – as you point your head towards the end of the bed where you had thrown your PJs in the morning.

Changbin hums as an answer, gently pulling the soaked shoes off your feet. “I’ll get them in a second,” He adds after removing the shoes.

He pulls your socks off, drops them to the floor and gets up to go find the clothes you sleep in. He searches for a bit but doesn’t find anything that specifically resembles pyjamas so he just picks an oversized t-shirt from the end of your bed.

“I can’t find your pyjamas,” He lets you know holding the shirt in his hand.

“It’s okay. That shirt will do just fine, come back,” You let him know and invite him to come back already. The soaked clothes sticking to your body are making you freeze your ass off. You didn’t even notice before, since you were stealing warmth from Changbin being pressed tightly against his body.

He comes and leans down in front of you just like before, placing the shirt he brought next to you on the bed. He takes a hold of the edge of your wet shirt, which has become see-through due to the wetness. “Is this okay?” He tries to make sure if it’s alright for him to remove your shirt.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s alright,” You let him know and feel him softly peeling the soaked material away.

“You know, Binnie, your dick was rubbing against my cheek when we were in the taxi and now you’re here undressing me,” You speak your thoughts out loud which you probably shouldn’t, but you really just don’t care.

“You’re drunk.” He says, being quite surprised about what you just said. He didn’t really expect something like this to come out of your mouth. He needs to subconsciously keep telling himself that you’re drunk and not in your right mind, because he’d get hard just thinking about you saying something like this. He’s trying his best to keep his dick from getting hard right now. Nothing is stopping it from doing so though and he can already feel his cock throbbing.

“I know, babe, I know,” You fully agree with his statement, not even denying the way you’re acting is so unlike your sober self.

Changbin gets you out of your jeans that have been causing the worst uncomforted feeling ever. He makes you raise your hips at a point, mumbling, “Hips,” which makes you raise your hips and gives him an opportunity to free you from the musty jeans, that have seen a lot tonight. There’s nothing worse than wet jeans glued onto your skin, so being freed from them is an exceptional feeling.

Now that you’re stripped down to your underwear, all exposed in front of him, he takes the t-shirt he brought earlier. He tenderly pulls it over your head, leaving your wet bra and panties on.

“The wet underwear is so uncomfortable,” You announce hoping he’ll take them off too.

“I really don’t think I should–” He starts.

“Please–” You beg, not only to get Changbin’s hands to touch you in such intimate places but also to get rid of the uncomfortableness, the wet material against your skin is causing.

“Okay…” He says, faintly sliding his hands under the t-shirt he just put on to cover you up. He slides his hands to your back, searching for the bra clasp, grazing his fingers against your skin a few times while doing so. This makes chills run down your spine since it’s the first time he’s touching you like this… or touching you at all. You can’t believe how touching this night with Changbin has been.

He unclasps the bra once he finds the clasp keeping your bra together and glides the straps down your shoulders. The shirt is making it difficult to remove the bra, so he needs to slide the straps down your arms at first and then remove it completely by putting his hand under your shirt. During the process, his fingers touch the skin under your shirt multiple times and it’s hard to keep still and quiet, since his touch drives you absolutely insane.

“Do you want me to–”

“Yeah.” You respond before even letting him finish what he was gonna ask. Honestly, it’s as if you’re driving yourself crazy by making him touch you in places like this. You’re getting more turned on by every little touch he leaves on your skin. It’s as if you’re torturing yourself with this. You have no idea how Changbin feels right now, having his arms all over your body. Bet there’s not a single place his hands haven’t touched you tonight.

His hands go to your hips and he slides his fingers under the thin material of your panties. “You gotta raise your hips for me again,” He says softly. You slightly raise your hips upwards and let him peel away your panties, gliding them down your ass, then thigs and letting them fall down your feet.

The t-shirt you have on is covering you completely, even down your ass, so there’s nothing exactly in view for Changbin. His hands slid down all the intimate and sensitive places anyone could ever touch you in, not leaving much left for imagination.

“Go to sleep now, please,” He says in a calm collected tone with a little bit of worry mixed into it that’s barely hearable.

“You know, we're gonna continue this sometime,” You rub it in his face, honestly just wanting him to stay the night and do all the things you’ve imagined doing with him. You know he’s not gonna have sex with you when you’re drunk, though.

“Go to sleep.” He says roughly and sounding a little pissed off now.

“Yes-yes, calm down, daddy,” You say jokingly, seeing how annoyed he’s getting with you.

“Enough Y/N seriously. Go to sleep.” He sounds so done with you.

You lay back down on the bed, feeling yourself getting swallowed between all the soft pillows and cushions. Heavenly, you think to yourself. You really wish Changbin would at least lay down with you. You know tonight is not gonna go where you’d want it to go but even having him lay next to you as you drift off to sleep would be good enough. It may make things a little too difficult, though. Having him so close to you again, when you’re still extremely turned on and horny for his touch from the prior touching that happened.

Changbin takes a seat in a chair you have in a random corner in your room, just staring blaintly out the window.

“So, are you gonna sit in that chair the whole night?” You question.

“I’ll wait until you drift off and then go,” He says, now turning his gaze towards you, making eye contact.

“You might as well just snuggle up next to me, babycakes,” You suggest, calling him an unusual pet name.

“Enough Y/N. Sleep.” He groans, not saying anything afterwards and turning his eyes back to the window.

You turn over to look out the window as well. You try to close your eyes hoping there’s a chance you can fall asleep, which would honestly just make things so much easier, but soon enough realize you’re not as tired as you were before.

“You know I’m really just not tired anymore,” You yawn, still feeling the effects of the alcohol in your system but feeling a bit less dizzy than before.

“Is it the lightning? I can pull the curtains down,” Changbin suggests trying to find some way to make the atmosphere better for sleeping.

“No, Binnie, it’s fine,” You respond quietly.

Changbin just faintly hums in response.

“You can go home, I don’t want you to spend the whole time sitting here in the dark, when I may not even fall asleep,” You turn over in bed, catching Changbin’s gaze once again.

Changbin gets up from his seat and with a few steps, he’s standing in front of your bed. He knees down to be head levelled with you and makes eye contact with you.

“You need to sleep, though,” He tries to protest with a soft worried look plastered in his eyes.

“I can’t.”

“Well, why is that then?” He questions.

“Come here.” You say patting the empty spot next to you on the bed.

“No, Y/N you’re drunk,” He says sticking to his motive of not sleeping with someone when they’re drunk and not in their right mind.

“Please just cuddle with me c’mon. You don’t wanna know how often I imagine falling asleep next to you,” You try to convince him even more. It doesn’t take too much convincing for him to be lying next to you on the bed. Right in the empty spot you wanted him to be in. Right in the spot you’ve imagined him laying in so many times.

Your hands are slightly brushing together, sending electrical waves up your body. This is everything you’ve been imagining and wanting.

“You really have no filter when you’re drunk, huh?” He asks, breaking the silence.

“What do you mean? I’m as filtered as the fucking water you drink every day,” You oppose.

“Woah and you curse a lot when you’re drunk too,” He adds teasingly.

“C’mon,” You smack your hand against his, “What, are you making a grocery list or something?

“Okay enough enough enough. Seriously try to sleep now, okay?” He says softly.

“No.”

“Stop being so difficult, baby,” Changbin covers his face with his hands and rubs his tired eyes.

“Y-you just called me ‘baby’?!” You quickly throw your head to look at his face. His face is still covered with the palms that he’s using to rub his eyes.

“What- NO!” He denies it as quick as possible, turning his face to yours and making eye contact.

“Yes, you did! You just called me baby, Changbin,” You say, sure now that it wasn’t just your imagination or the alcohol playing tricks on you. You can’t even describe what you felt when he called you that. Never would you have thought things would move that far tonight that he’d end up calling you ‘baby’ but well– look at that! You feel your cheeks blush thinking about what just occurred.

“Whatever. Just sleep already.” He says, brushing it off.

You decide to turn over, facing away from Changbin but your bodies still lying relatively close to one another. A few minutes pass after you’ve closed your eyes, trying the best you can to get somewhere close to falling asleep. There are random thoughts lingering around in your head, but when one specific one hits you, you shoot up from your calm position.

“Wait so you’re gonna sleep here?”

“Wha- of course not. Just fall asleep already so I can leave,” Changbin mumbles opening his eyes and rubbing them once again trying to adjust to the lightning.

“Then I’m not sleeping,” You say stubbornly.

“C’mon what-” He says confused, just wanting you to fall asleep already.

“Stay.”

“I-” He stutters.

“Please.” You beg with the word you’ve used surprisingly a lot tonight.

“Okay–” He responds, not wanting to argue anymore or start a fight over this. All he wants is for you to sleep the alcohol off and be back to the normal you in the morning again.

Your eyes fall to his and a sweet smile smirks up on your lips.

“Thank you,” You say, feeling genuinely thankful he’s willing to stay here tonight, after all the back and forth yes-no-yes-no’s.

“It’s not a problem. Just sleep the alcohol off please,” He says with a little smile curling up on his lips as well.

“Goodnight then…” You say, still smiling your hand brushing against his as you go to lay down again with your back facing towards him.

“Nighty,” Changbin replies in a whisper that hits your ear in such a satisfying way that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

For a few minutes, you blankly stare at the wall in front of you, letting your dazed thoughts wander around and replay moments from tonight. You close your eyes once again. This time feeling a bit of tiredness pulling you towards the dreaming state, but before you let it drag you along you say one last thing.

“Thank you for helping me home,” You whisper softly and let the dead silence take over, once you let your lips fall closed again.

Changbin doesn’t reply and all you can hear is his soft slow breathing. Is he sleeping? You decide not to turn around and check if he actually fell asleep before you. You let your eyes fall closed on their own and let this peaceful condition guide you to the very much-needed sleeping state you’ve been craving.

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blueberry-chan · 2 years

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it's so hot outside, i'm literally sweating just from sitting down right now

#kath is thoughtless #i have a love hate relationship with summer

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