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one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

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#sorry es readers #u can blame this experience

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[ five more / seo changbin ]

wc: 0.9k

inspired from given ep.9 post-credit scene <;/3

despite the cold wind that had numbed the tips of your fingers, tricking you into thinking your cheeks were smooth to the touch despite acne and old scars, your body was warm. incredibly warm to the point that one might have thought that beneath the blanket changbin had pulled around the two of you, there was a fire. a little, flickering flame.

the flame of love, changbin would have joked, had you voiced out this little thought of yours.

he sat next to you on the curbside, an arm looped through yours and holding you close. his other arm was crossed over his chest, resting where your arms were linked and rubbing absentminded circles into your hoodie sleeve. that left you tasked with holding the blanket tight around the both of you.

why couldn’t he hold it, you had grumbled some twenty minutes ago, for he had been the one to bring it out.

“can we go in, now? my ears are about to freeze off,” you whine half-heartedly. it isn’t all that bad, really, and sitting next to changbin, the human furnace he is, meant that all you had to do was lean against his shoulder and at least one of your ears would be saved from the grisly fate of frostbite.

changbin turns at your words, blowing ticklish, warm air against your ear and eliciting a quite laugh from you.

“it’s not even below 20; stop being a baby.”

where he had gotten that information from, you had no idea. “it is. i checked earlier today. that’s why i didn’t want to come out in the first place, ‘bin.”

“do you regret it?”

the question catches you off guard.

“coming out here with me,” he clarifies.

a deep breath in; a deep breath out.

“of course not.” you take a moment to nestle closer to him, laying your head down against his shoulder. your hair falls in front of your eyes, and changbin brushes it away like he knew it would happen. “you could ask me to spend all my life waiting for you, and I wouldn’t regret it.”

your gaze is trained on the house opposite you, where closed curtains on the second floor act as the stage for a puppet show. someone walks into frame, leans down and picks up a bundle - a baby, you realise, as they hold the baby to their chest and pace back and forth before the window, hand patting rhythmically on their child’s back.

you feel changbin’s shoulder rise and fall with an exhale. “those were quite some words, y/n.”

“anything for you,” you say, before you can really think about the weight they held - but then again, you don’t regret them either.

“...five more minutes, then.” changbin kisses the top of your head so softly that you question whether he had done it at all. “i want to remember this moment.”

you furrow your brows, though your heart grows soft. “i do hope that your memory isn’t so bad that you’ll so easily forget sitting in the freezing cold with me,” you joke.

“nah, i’ll forget it,” he says, the surety so casual in his voice that it almost hurt. “all that you just said, your head against my shoulder, this blanket around us, i’ll forget it all. watching that person comfort their child, sitting on the side of the road this late at night, even the freezing cold - i’ll forget it all, no matter how many times it happens. i’ll forget it all, eventually. i’ll remember it next week, though, and probably next year. I might even remember it in five years, but... i bet i won’t think about it much in ten. and then i’ll forget it."

changbin's words are spoken into the night, crickets in the distance answering his thoughts. you feel like your breath had caught in your throat, your mind processing the truth in his words. a truth that he had seemingly accepted so easily, and you suppose it wasn't hard to believe - memory faded in and out, afterall, its permanence beyond anyone's control.

“so another five minutes," changbin finally says, "even if it’s cold. maybe five minutes will add another day to however long i’ll remember this moment. and a day might not be much, but it’ll be worth it.”

the silhouette in the window had put the child back down, and you watched as they bent over, their head disappearing below the windowframe. you could only presume they had placed a kiss on the child's forehead.

you raise your head off his shoulder, glancing across at him just as the light in the child's room turns off. changbin's features are doused in the moon's light, soft and warm, and his eyes continute to stare at the now darkened window. they were bright, though, and seemed to hold the same love and wonder they did when he talked about music, talked about his family, talked about you.

"those were quite some words" you quote him, and lay back down on his shoulder. a calmness had settled over you, and the cold was no longer on your mind. warmth had filled you - an intrinsic type of warmth that didn't pay mind to the cold of night. "but alright. five more minutes, then."

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okay so the below bit:

"i’ll remember it next week, though, and probably next year. I might even remember it in five years, but... i bet i won’t think about it much in ten"

...is taken from given! it's not word from word and i've tweaked it to add a few words and changed it to fit the story, but yes, this is the bit from given that inspired this whole thing! just wanted to give more specific credit as i've had a few people say they liked this bit !!

#rbs this bc jt was inspired by given and i just read the kast chapter so im sad

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Hey be sure to go to your blog settings, head down to visibility and turn on this little button that prevents Tumblr from stealing your posts and using it to train AI learning models. Good job, fuckheads, great update.

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We're fanfic writers, we spend hours researching an incredibly niche topic we know nothing about so that we can have one sentence be factually correct

#that one post i made about couches for es ???¿?¿¿?

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ao3 writers staring at their inboxes 0.2 seconds after posting a new fic

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yous best believe ya girly's writing

#im actually gonna stop like in 5 minutes bc its almost 2am rip #ive also had so many angst ideas #ivy if u see this: i thought about making that list of 'ways to kill a character' and taking reqs (idk if u remember/know what im on about) #kat talks

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hi so if ur wondering if i'm still writing,,, i am. or to be more honest, i plan to. so dont lose all hope in me pls sknsnsns

#kat talks #just havent had the energy or attention span (?) for writing these days #i think churning out all my assignments end of last sem really burnt me out #which kinda sucks bc there was lots of creative writing as well as academic so im like #🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

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went to write a little drabble and i have come to realise that i drift towards certain members for certain scenarios/vibes. like,,, anything fantasy i'm drawn mainly to hyunjin, the slightly more mature/implied stuff is chan and changbin, but changbin if it's more serious and personal. seungmin and jeongin for the childhood sweetheart kinda stuff... idk like. i'm aware that these are probably common themes for these members and its not new or anything just because i've only just come to realise it but its strange to me, to have just realised it? idk if that makes sense.

#kat talks

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I wish you would write a fic where...

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

#havent written in so long so thought dumping some stuff would be fun

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finally touching evening star and i'm trying to write minho doing his job but im kinda just bs'ing all of this stuff bc idk how to make 'historically' accurate potions and spells etc

#but i mean this is a work of pure fiction so 🤩 #yes i have previously spent day/s searching up the possible powers/folklore uses of plants and stuff but i dont have the energy to do that #again rip #kat talks

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#es is that u

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sure would be sexy of me to finish p3 of evening star

#unfortunayeky i am not sexy #kat talks

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okay so prompt list game thingy but its all character deaths 🤩🤩🤩 methinks yES

#like. ways to kill a character. #give me a name and i'll write it but you wont know if its yn dying or if its the member dying or if #the members a murderer or if yn is a murderer 😌😌😌 #OH WAIT THIS IS SUCH A COOL IDEA hehehhehe shall do this soon <3