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cheesiedomino · 1 month
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RentABoyfriend.com ꙳ ੭ * ‧
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synopsis: you’re tired of being single so you to take an unusual route in helping with that— but what happens when you start catching real romantic feelings for your rental boyfriend?
genre: seo changbin x fem!reader | fake relationship/dating au wc: 5.1k tags/warnings: fluff, v minor angst, mild cursing, (kinda) nerdy changbin, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol usage, just overall very cute story dw <33
[this is part of my valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]
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“I have a date tomorrow guys.”
Everyone’s head instantly lifts up from their phones at this sudden announcement, collectively drawing their attention at you. You weren’t expecting all of them to gasp and swap such looks of genuine confusion. It’s starting to make you think maybe this situation was a lot more serious than you’ve bargained it out to be.
You couldn’t fathom it either honestly, the realization of you going out with someone probably won’t settle in until you’re physically on the date. Based on their initial responses though, you might regret everything you’re about to say, but it’s far too late to retract any of your statements now.
“No way.. with who??” Danielle is the first out of everyone to ask.
Taehyung chimes in as well, “Yeah, who’s the lucky person? They’ve gotta be something seriously special to be talking to you.”
Well, you suppose you could put it that way.
You already have a preconceived notion of what they’re going to think of this “idea”. Mentally preparing yourself to receive a flood of questions and critique from your close friends.
“Actually… I rented him. For the week.”
Now they’re all looking at you like you’ve officially lost it. The room got scarily quiet, no one wanted to be the first to speak. You should’ve anticipated on their reactions being like this, it isn’t everyday someone just openly admits to buying a partner online. Nowadays there’s a lucrative market for just about anything, when you stumbled upon an ad for this service called ‘RentABoyfriend.com’ you didn’t think much of it. You laughed the concept off at first, thinking how lonely people must be to buy someone else’s time.
But the ads kept popping up, they wouldn’t stop showing in almost every YouTube video you were watching— even one of your favorite YouTubers promoted them before! So one day you finally decided to check this website out, you wanted to see what the hype’s all about so you signed up just for shits and giggles. You weren’t expecting to actually be somewhat interested in trying this thing out, but after going through a couple different profiles and reading hundreds of positive reviews you were practically sold.
“You rented out a boyfriend..? Seriously ___? I mean, I’m not judging but you’re a gorgeous girl you can easily get a boyfriend without paying for someone’s companionship, I don’t see why you need to rent one.” Mark bluntly expressed his opinion, he was probably the most outspoken out of all of you guys.
Taehyung and Danielle both agreed in unison, it’s practically 3 against 1 at this point. You knew you should’ve waited to tell them but you weren’t anticipating on them being this judgmental about it. You were hoping for a little more support, as they’re all way more experienced than you in the dating scene and could lend some helpful advice about your first date, ever.
See, the thing is you’ve never tried dating before so you wouldn’t know the first thing about it or what to expect from your future partner. You’ve never had a boyfriend, let alone held hands or kissed someone of the opposite sex. Being in your twenties it’s kind of embarrassing to say you’ve never done those things, but you thought what better way to try it out than renting a full-on experience that can give you just that? Well minus the kissing part, but you can make it work.
You were skeptical of doing this whole ‘rent-a-boyfriend’ thing at first because you didn’t think there’d be anyone you’d find suitable enough. A big part of the reason that you’re still single is because you’re extremely picky, you want to date a guy who’s so perfect that he must’ve came straight out of an indie romance film. Your friends would tease you for having such unrealistic standards when it came to dating but you were the all-or-nothing type, you’ll be single with fifty cats before you settle for less. Renting a boyfriend is definitely an unconventional idea of easing into dating but you thought it might be worth a try anyway.
What’s the worse that could happen?
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( 1 day earlier )
Hovering your cursor over the bold red text of the website, you read over the main rules before going on to select the person you want for your date.
‘The rules are simple:
You are allowed to see only ONE person at a time, if you want to switch boyfriends you’ll have to pay a $50 fee.
MUST be over 18 to rent a boyfriend, we have implemented an age verification system before the date as we do not tolerate anyone under this age to use our services.
NO kissing, or sexual intimacy allowed. If this is found out later on by our agency we will terminate your contract and ban you from using our services in the future.
Remember to have fun !! ^_^ Our services are great for people who are new to dating or have never been in a relationship. We provide the ~ultimate~ boyfriend experience to all our clients. Customer satisfaction is 100% guaranteed ! (NO REFUNDS)’
Well jeez… they seemed a bit strict but you can deal with those rules and restrictions for the most part.
After hours of skimming through hundreds of profiles, you have a hard time choosing which you like most. Did you want an artsy, shy kind of guy? The tattooed, bad boy aesthetic type? You really couldn’t pick one until you stumble upon a particular profile that catches your eye almost immediately.
SEO CHANGBIN | 168 CM | PART-TIME LIFEGUARD | 24 | *POPULAR ↝
5 Facts About Me: I’ve traveled to over 50+ different countries and counting (ask me which my favorites are), I can speak 4 languages (working on my fifth), love to sing and used to have a rap trio with my buddies from college, I can & will easily lift you up ;) also have a secret talent for cooking, there’s nothing I can’t do!
Why Choose Me? First of all, why not choose me? I’m the best candidate for whatever kind of date you need, something casual, social gatherings, weddings, you name it! I’m very social and can make most people laugh (unless they’re the literal Grinch reincarnated), I’m able to get along well with anyone and just love to have a good time. I hope we can get to know each other and make great memories in the future :)
Going through his pictures you couldn’t believe someone was capable of being this humanely attractive. Don’t even get started on those impeccable muscles either… He really had to sport them in every other one of his photos, wearing the tightest shirts to show the outline of his insanely sculpted frame. You might have just been mesmerized from his godlike visuals alone. They even had a Valentine’s Day deluxe package that comes with seven dates in total for half the price, which they specified was for a limited time only.
$600 later you’ve got a full week of dates lined up with the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in all your years of living. You should’ve definitely went shopping before considering all this because now you actually have a reason to get dolled up for someone.
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You were so nervous about going on this date you almost cancelled last minute out of fear. Typing out several different elaborate paragraphs to Changbin on why you couldn’t make it. You didn’t have his real phone number, it was all through an app facilitated by the rental company that was included in the package. Even though you were feeling overwhelmed and practically shaking with anxiety about meeting up with a guy, you still forced yourself to go anyway. You didn’t just dish out all that money just to not show up and waste his time on top of all that.
Your rental boyfriend texted you the location to meet at, it was near a train station so you both could see each other out in a public open space. The outfit you wore was fairly simple, a black mini skirt with warm tights underneath and a cropped turtleneck sweater. You accessorized the look with some dainty jewelry, a thin scarf, and knee high boots to pull everything together. It wasn’t something you usually wore but you had certain clothes you saved for a special occasion like this.
Upon your arrival, you notice him standing near a vending machine and waves over at you with the biggest smile plastered on his face. You awkwardly wave back, giving a soft smile as you slowly walk up to him. He looks even better in person, you don’t even feel adequate enough to be in such a gorgeous man’s presence. No wonder he’s so popular on the site, he’s practically unreal.
“Hi, you must be ___. It’s so nice to finally meet you, might I add you look really beautiful today, I think you’re making my heart race just by looking at you. Happy Valentine’s Day!” Changbin introduces himself, buttering you up with some sweet compliments before handing you the most insane bouquet of roses you’ve ever seen.
You take the flowers and almost stumble backwards from how heavy they were, “Wow, thank you!” Changbin prevents you from falling, quickly coming up behind you to get your balance back.
“Careful honey, can’t have you injured on our first date!” He voices with concern, “I hope you love the idea I came up with, I’ve only been to this place once before but I’m sure it’s still as fun as I remember it, let’s go!” Eagerly grabbing your hand to begin the journey, he turns around again to examine your body language.
“You seem a little tense babe? Do you need a massage?” He asks in a concerned tone again, this is all really beginning to freak you out. You know this is what you signed up for but this was all starting to feel a bit too personal, all the nicknames and sweet talk he’s giving is just something you aren’t used to.
“Uh, no! It’s o-okay.” You shook your head, denying anything suspicious going on. Truth be told you were barely able to contain your composure right now.
Changbin keeps on insisting, “The massage is included in the package so you don’t have to worry about getting charged extra.”
“N-no it’s okay, really. I’m just nervous that’s all, sorry I just don’t meet up with guys…” you shyly admit, finding it hard to look him in the eye.
He nods in understanding, “No need to be nervous with me sweetheart. I’m here to make you feel as comfortable as possible.” The smile he flashes at you instantly makes you warm on the inside, he seems like a genuine, caring person. You think things might go well for you after all.
The rest of the night was full of only good vibes and laughter by the end of it all. Changbin took you to an adult arcade that had old video games like Pac-Man, Super Mario, and Space Invaders, the other side was a bar where people could sit, drink, and socialize. He bought all your drinks that night, let you use up most of his tokens and overall had the most fun you could’ve ever had with someone. He was so easygoing but also knew when to act super caring and would be all lovey dovey with you. He was gentle, nurturing, and could have conversations about anything. You loved that he’d randomly drop some interesting fact you never knew about, or talked about a certain niche topic that he’d go on multiple rants over. It didn’t feel like you were renting someone out to date you, it felt natural— like you’ve known him for longer than a couple hours. Changbin walked you home and held your hand the entire time, along with the flowers he provided a teddy bear and a heart shaped box of chocolates. If that didn’t scream boyfriend goals then you don’t know what does.
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The next day you wake up to Changbin blowing your phone up this morning. You had over 26 messages from him, which was pretty excessive in your humble opinion. The first thing he said was good morning then he goes on to express how fun yesterday was and he can’t wait to do it again. He even sent a couple mirror selfies of him at the gym, ‘conceited much?’ You thought. But then again, if you were Seo Changbin you’d probably be full of yourself too.
For today’s date you wore a pretty red sundress that made your skin glow in the sunlight. It’ll definitely get him to compliment you even more— which you secretly love when he does. Changbin calls you before he heads out to the date, letting you know how excited he is to see you again. You couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot on the train as you made your way to the destination, thinking about what he’s planned for you two next. This time you’ll be meeting up at a park but you still have no clue what you’re doing.
Changbin texts you where exactly he is in the park, it was pretty huge so it took you a while to get to him. As you get closer you see him sitting on a large blanket by the lake, on top of it were a bunch of different foods and snacks scattered all around that came out of a huge picnic basket. You were speed walking at this point trying to get to him. His arms opened out for a hug and you lean right into him, what you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly stand up and lift you in his arms to swing around you like a doll.
“Put me down I’m scared of heights!” You squeal out in fear of being too high up in the air. Maybe you really should’ve taken the bio on his profile more seriously when he mentioned certain things.
Finally putting you down after minutes go by of you protesting, Changbin sits you back onto the blanket. He brought an assortment of breads, cheese, fruits, lemonade that he made himself and a couple seltzers. You’ve never seen anyone put such time and effort into a date before, even being here with him is like living in a daydream. He was definitely succeeding in making you feel comfortable, which is something you never thought was possible with men. He actually took his time getting to know you and didn’t sound arrogant whenever he talked about himself, Changbin was so different than other guys who’ve tried hitting on you in the past. He was actually respectful, intelligent, and could easily carry a conversation without long, awkward pauses.
He was literally everything you’re looking for in a guy. But you’ll be seeing him for this week only then it’s bye bye forever. That revelation makes you a little upset, but you try pushing those thoughts in the back of your mind. It’s irrelevant and unnecessary to think about. Yet you can’t help but wonder about certain things though, wanting to know more about his job and what it’s like on a daily basis for him.
“Can I ask you something? I need you to answer it honestly.” You say out of nowhere, hoping that didn’t come out as weird as you thought.
Changbin nods, “of course, shoot.”
“How many clients do you usually get?”
This question definitely catches him off guard, he’s never really been asked this before and he’s debating on if he should as it might be a breach of privacy.
“I don’t think I can answer that, sorry.” He responds in the nicest way possible, but deep down he wants to know why you’d want to know how many other people he sees a day.
You were going to push him a bit more to try and get an answer but you decide to let it go and just enjoy the rest of the picnic. You didn’t want to bring the mood down with your odd questions and/or end up making him feel so uncomfortable that he won’t want to see you anymore. It was definitely something you shouldn’t have asked but you were curious to know anyway. Overall besides that small incident, you had another wonderful time with Changbin and couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come any faster.
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Changbin had a foolproof way of getting you to blush like a giddy high school teen whenever he texted you. He’d always refer to you as ‘pretty girl’ or ‘princess’ which gave you insane amount of butterflies. You loved how clingy he could get and would double text when you don’t reply fast enough, always needing constant attention from you which you never minded giving.
He texted you at around three in the afternoon, proposing his next plan for today’s date.
‘Let’s go out for drinks tonight, it’s all on me ;)’
You liked his message, replying that you’ll be there and put a series of hearts at the end. Speaking of hearts, yours is fluttering at high altitudes from the way you can’t stop thinking about your “boyfriend” Changbin. This has been better than anything you could’ve expected, you never want this week to come to an end. It’s only been three days but you’ve begun to grow feelings for him, they weren’t too strong just yet but they were most definitely there. You couldn’t let that halt you from having a good time tonight, you’ll have to accept it soon enough he’s not your actual boyfriend. He’s doing this because you paid him to, if it wasn’t for your money he wouldn’t be here right now.
‘This relationship is purely transactional’ you unfortunately keep reminding yourself of the reality you’re in. Psyching yourself out of this sudden somber mood that’s consuming you, distracting your pessimism by raiding your closet for some cute clothes to wear tonight’s date. After what seemed like hours of tearing your entire room apart, you decide to settle on this sparkly black mini tube dress, pairing it with a leather jacket and more platform shoes because you’re obsessed with feeling tall. Once it’s 7 PM you head out to the bar you’re seeing Changbin at, he was already waiting for you inside the place. Eyes instantly lighting up when he sees you coming towards him, just like he always does he motions for a hug, pulling you in tightly like he hasn’t seen you in years.
His hugs felt so cozy, like sitting in front of the fireplace on a crisp, snowy winter’s evening. You never wanted to escape the warmth of his arms, it was one of those forms of physical touch that felt so overly personal to you. The thought of him hugging someone the same way he hugs you slightly enrages something in your spirit but again, it isn’t your place to get genuinely upset over him doing his job. You’re not entitled to him exclusively, but you feel like if you keep this up feelings will only continue to develop. This wasn’t something you considered when going into this and now you feel like you’ve just made a huge mistake.
“You okay babe?” Changbin notices you acting a bit strange, choosing not to pursue it after telling him you’re fine. He knows something’s wrong but doesn’t want to mess up the flow of the date, instead he orders a drink for the both of you and switches on to a lighter subject. “Let’s go shopping tomorrow at that new centre that just opened last week. I need to buy some new AirPods, I accidentally lost one of them in a taxi..”
“Sure,” you nod at his suggestion, in desperate need of some new clothes anyway. “Sorry about your AirPods, that sucks!”
He takes a sip of his bubbly drink that’s now on the table, “Eh, it’s okay this is probably the fourth time this has happened so far.” This has pretty much become a regular occurrence for him by now.
As the date progresses, things continue getting better. You’re both laughing, engaging in much deeper conversation than ever before. You definitely had more than enough alcohol in your system by now, feeling congested and claustrophobic as more people came into the bar. Changbin takes note of your discomfort and asks if you want to get some fresh air outside, you wasted absolutely no time to agree.
While you two were outside continuing your chat about some wild conspiracy he read about online, Changbin’s attention was soon drawn to a different building nearby. Gazing up in confusion at his sudden outburst of excitement, you wonder where he could be leading you next.
“Noraebang!” He shouts loud enough anyone miles away could’ve heard that, he’s now grabbing your hand to frantically drag you along with him.
You were never one to carry a tune but Changbin was actually very good at karaoke and singing in general, he had such a lovely voice. You could seriously listen to him sing all night— which you basically did since you kept begging for an encore until it hit 4 am. That’s when you both decided to finally call it a night, you wanted to pay for the Uber since he’s paid for all the drinks and every other expenses for today. You felt bad because you were the one renting him to be your boyfriend yet he’s constantly shelling out money left and right. He still insisted on paying and ultimately won the whole debacle, making you swallow your pride and get into the Uber with him. Changbin’s definitely not just someone you’re going to forget about after this week is over. You dread the day this all comes to an end, wishing there was a way to relive these moments again and again.
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“I’m a little under the weather today, sorry I can’t make it Binnie.” Your voice is hoarse from coughing and unbearable throat pain. You’ve already consumed half a bag of cough drops, throat lozenges, and random cold medicine you’ve found in your cabinets.
He sounds mildly disappointed, but springs back up with a new proposal, “I can come over and bring some soup if you’d like!”
You appreciate his gesture but still refuse, you know he’s only saying all this because he has to, not because he wants to. “N-no you don’t have to, I’m sure you can go see other clients today. One less person to worry about right?”
The call went silent for a minute, he wasn’t quite sure how to respond to such a deprecating comment.
“I don’t want to see other clients, I want to see you ___.” He sighs, unwilling to give up so easily, “I’ll be at your place soon, m’kay?” He hangs up before you could even respond or say no again.
You had no choice but to wait for Changbin to show up now. Before you got sick, the last two dates you went on were debatably the best so far. You had gone out shopping together, accidentally wearing almost the same kind of outfit. Changbin was wearing a white graphic tee with blue baggy jeans and you wore something practically identical. The two of you looked like a real, official couple and people would stare as you walked hand in hand, it really did seem like the perfect relationship on the outside.
You got even closer when he came over the following day, resulting in you two cuddling while watching movies and baking cookies. He’s expressed that he’s never been to another client’s home before but it wasn’t “technically” against any rules. The more you kept hanging out together, the harder it was coming to terms with the fact you’re actually falling for Changbin. He made every experience with you more exciting than the last, which he did exactly that night. When the cookies were done you fed a piece to him, making little airplane sounds as you do it, he eagerly takes a bite of the chewy treat and compliments both your efforts.
“These taste way better than I thought, oh my god they literally melt in your mouth. Try it!” He takes another cookie from the tray and feeds it to you this time.
There was something so overly domestic about that moment you couldn’t shake the feelings of wanting to kiss him right then and there. But you can’t. If you did such a thing you’d never be allowed to see him again, plus you don’t want to be known as that one creepy client who just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. As you were cuddling on the couch though, things may have taken a turn for the better… or worse?
Changbin would “yawn” at the movie and subtly wrap his arm around you, he’d subconsciously pull you in closer and it didn’t make it any better that you were under the same blanket. You weren’t complaining at any of this though, you were pretty much in heaven. It took everything in you not to look up and stare, gluing your eyes to the movie that was displayed on the TV. But as the night progressed you were practically snuggling up with him like he was your real boyfriend. The way he’d run his fingers gently down your back, soothing you in a way that could lull you asleep. His touch was the most relaxing thing ever, you were so calm with him and loved how he brought a side of you that’s never been shown. After this encounter you can no longer deny the way you feel— you are officially falling deeply in love your rental boyfriend, Seo Changbin.
The sound of your doorbell ringing alarms you of a new visitor, who was none other than your “boyfriend” waiting patiently outside the door for you. You feel and look like death itself, coming downstairs to answer the door still in your PJ’s and hair a disheveled mess. Every five seconds was interrupted with you coughing your lungs out, barely able to speak above a whisper. Changbin looks thrilled as ever to see you, even when you clearly don’t look your best he’s still coming up to hug you tightly. His hugs are always blocking off your airways from the way his muscles squeeze you, it’s even worse when you’re sick— practically gasping for air.
“Sorry babyy, I just missed you so much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day and soon as you said you’re sick I dropped everything to go make you this soup. It’s a specialty I make whenever my friends are sick, the perfect remedy to cure my princess.” He goes into your kitchen to heat up the soup in your microwave, making you wait patiently on the couch as you’re wrapped up in multiple blankets.
Your body feels like it’s -2 degrees, you were freezing. The crazy thing is your thermostat was set to 80 degrees, it was definitely you that was the problem. He propped your feet up on the table, rested a tray in your lap and set the bowl of soup on top. Brushing a couple strands of hair out your face he looks at you intently, examining your symptoms as if he’s a doctor.
“It’ll be okay soon love, I’m here to nurse you back to health again. Can’t see my pretty baby sick like this, makes me all sad.” He pouts, giving you a soft head pat like you’re a delicate kitten.
He takes a spoonful of the hot soup, slightly blowing on it before telling you to open up so you can eat. You don’t know what’s gotten into you but you feel like he’s gone too far with all this. It’s not fair for you to continue on if it’s just become torture now. He’s practically dangling in your face that you’ll never have a partner as perfect as him in your life.
“I- I can’t do this anymore Changbin..” you say lowly, refusing to eat the soup he made.
“What do you mean? I’m just feeding you soup, it’s my duty as your boyfriend to-”
“This isn’t real… none of it is. I’m stupid for even doing this but I was lonely.. I’m sorry but I’d prefer something that isn’t temporary.” You cut him off to express your pent up frustrations, ready to be let down and rejected by him as gently as possible.
“Then let’s make it real,” he proposes without any hesitation, “honestly I stopped faking it around our third date, it was all me after that. I never said anything because well… this is my job and I’ve never fallen for a client before so this is still all very new to me..”
You’d be screaming right now if you weren’t sick, instead you’re internally freaking out at this confession, it feels like your hearts doing cartwheels and somersaults.
“Seriously?” Eyes widening as you look at him, suddenly your body heat rises and you know it’s not because of the soup or the layers of blankets that’s covering you.
He nods, “I thought it was kinda obvious when we kissed yesterday..”
Oh yeah… you forgot that did happen. You thought it was another fever dream you might’ve just made up in your head. You shared your first kiss with someone you deemed so special and important to you, someone you never would’ve guessed could come into your life and shift the entirety of your world like magic. There was no one else in existence you wanted more than Changbin.
“Doesn’t that mean you’ll have to quit your job? I don’t want to be the reason you stop making such good income.. I’ll feel so bad.” You knew deep down you didn’t feel that badly about him quitting to date you instead. It was just the thought of him leaving something he’s been doing for years behind all for some girl he’s known for simply a week.
He shrugs at your comment, “I’ll be just fine, I was planning on finding a new job soon anyway. It gets kinda old after a while, I felt like I was on autopilot most of the time. You were able to get me to open up and show my true self, I could never thank you enough for that ___.” Changbin couldn’t resist the urge to plant a kiss to your forehead.
After everything that’s been said and done. What you’ve come to understand is that love is learned, a development that takes time to grow and blossom into something extraordinary. Just like learning a new language or a musical instrument, we learn love from society and cultures we’re raised in, it’s a beautiful thing once we know how to cherish it. Your newfound romance with Changbin is something you’ll learn to cherish forever and ever.
[End <3].
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soobnny · 9 months
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ten things seo changbin says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, a little angst
chan | lee know | CHANGBIN | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin
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one. happy one year anniversary, my love. ah, i don’t think i can fall asleep for a while. my heart feels like it wants to jump out of my chest because i’m so happy right now. it’s so crazy to think back to a year ago. did you know i cried when you said yes to being mine? i tried to keep it together in front of you but i sobbed the moment i got home. thank you for giving me a chance, and for continuing to give me a chance. one year, huh?
two. i never thought i’d feel this way again. i thought no one could possibly love me, but then you came in the form of the biggest contradiction. ah, (name), thank you for loving me.
three. i love your moles. you always say you hate them, but i love them because it’s yours. i love them because it’s so potently you. i love everything about you.
four. the boys joked around about marriage earlier, how i’d probably be the first one to tie the knot, and i know they were teasing, but it got me thinking. i genuinely do want to marry you. i think about it all the time. i think about how lovely you’d look in white, and whether or not you’d prefer a beach wedding or a fall wedding. you always told me how much you loved them. and god, who would my best man even be? felix would kill me if it isn’t him. and our first dance… would it be exactly like the way we dance in the kitchen at midnight? ah, sorry, i’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t i?
five. i hope this isn’t just all in my head, that i’m not just making you up. you’re too good to be true sometimes… do i really deserve you?
six. honey? i’m sorry. i should’ve never yelled at you. i know you were coming from a place of concern, and a tiring day is a horrible excuse for my actions. i’m sorry. please sleep well. we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?
seven. you got a haircut yesterday. you didn’t tell anyone, but i noticed. you look very pretty, ah what am i even saying? you always look pretty. everyone adores you, but not as much as i do, kay? i love you.
eight. my arms are always open for you, my love. i will catch you if you fall, even if i have to do it over and over again. just don’t give up.
nine. i feel like i’m losing you. please don’t go anywhere. i— i don’t know what to do without you.
ten. i always thought i was hard to love. thank you for making it seem so easy. i love you. i can’t wait to ask you to marry me tomorrow. ah, let me sleep now so tomorrow comes faster. i hope you say yes.
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lixie-phoria · 4 months
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ੈ✩‧ ➛ changbin thinks he's subtle as he pines over you
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pairing : changbin x gn reader ; genre : fluff | warnings : 1 swear word ; word count : 0.5k words
summary : what better way than flexing his muscles for changbin to tell you how much he's in love with you? it's perfect and its subtle! he thinks he's a genius for coming up with it. you would get the hint, right?
chan's ver. | hyunjin's ver. | jeongin's version | felix's ver. | lee know's ver. | han's ver.
seungmin groans as he sees changbin discard his leather jacket, biceps rippling againt the sheer white cloth that was supposed to be his sleeves.
"and why are you removing your jacket when the air conditioning is at its lowest temperature?"
changbing was really hoping nobody would notice, his fingers crossed and all, but he should've known better with 7 other people in the room.
"because it's hot."
there's 3 beats of silence before Lee Know sneezes so loud he startles jeongin from his nap.
"is my cold a fucking joke to you?"
changbin didn't know what to say, not when he knew the others could see the blush creeping up his cheeks.
"y/n said they won't be arriving until the next 15 minutes. you can keep it on until then."
"chan hyung!"
"what?"
"I am not doing this for y/n. it's actually hot."
changbin is met with six blank stares and one grinning felix who trails the goosebumps covering the older boy's arms, earing a smack from him.
"so you're not doing this to flex your muscles when y/n comes?"
"hah! as if."
there's another beat of silence, and this time it's broken by changbin sneezing, and he's horrified because he knows he's lost the argument.
"changbin, we understand you want to show off to y/n but it's really not worth a cold."
"but I need to impress them!"
"then remove it when they come."
changbin all but whines as he sinks further into the couch, adamant as ever that he won't let the cold leather bother him.
it was cold, he knew it too. but how else was he supposed to make you fall in love with him? he loved showing off all those muscles he worked so hard on, basking in your fascination every time you complemented them.
he didn't care what the rest of the members said. yes it would be easier to confess but what was the fun in that?
it's a while before you show up, pulling your sweater closer, apologizing for the delay.
"binnie! it's so cold, where is your jacket?"
a blush blooms across the expanse of said boy's cheeks as he "casually" lifts his bottle to take a sip of water, not missing the way your eyes momentarily land on his oh-so-big arms.
"right here."
again, he makes a show of reaching towards the leather clothing, taking his time to flex his arms and earning a snort from hyunjin who sees right through him.
"you won't believe we spent the last fifteen minutes trying to get him to-"
changbin is quick to cut han off, eyes narrowing at the younger boy.
luckily for changbin, you don't notice anything unusual as you take your place next to him, engaging in casual conversation with the boys, trying not to show how flustered you were with his arm draping behind you on the backrest of the couch.
the other seven watch in mild amusement. yes changbin was a big baby who would never admit he didn't have the courage to confess to you. yes he was smitten in love and terrible at owning up to it. but he was also smooth, and his supposedly subtle ways to catch your attention always worked somehow. they could only hope that at least you would make the first move, otherwise who knows to what extent the boy would go for you.
©lixie-phoria, 2023
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straykeedz · 4 months
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9𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐦 ; 𝐬𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧
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𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢
Changbin likes to be as organized as possible, in every single aspect of his life.
He knew he wanted to work in the music field since he was eight years old and did his first recital with his classmates and he had to sing a whole verse in front of the entire school. He knew he really wanted that ridiculously expensive computer so that he could finally download all the programmes that he needed to produce his own tracks, so during the summer of his eighteenth birthday he worked as a bartender, saved every single cent he earned, and by the end of September he’d already produced the base of his first song. 
His organization is incredible. His schedule, together with his timetable, is impeccable. Everything goes according to plan in Changbin’s life, there’s no space for bumps in the road or inconveniences, because he always has a plan B, or a plan C, he even has a plan D and so on. He’s always prepared. 
When his older sister had a baby, another thing became as clear as day for Changbin - he wanted to be a father. Not only that, he wanted to become a dad at a young age, around his mid-twenties. I’ll have more energy if I have a kid really young, he reasoned. Plus, he didn’t want to subordinate his parenthood to his career - he was gonna be a successful producer and rapper and also an amazing dad, end of the story. 
You entered his life and changed it completely, and he was even more convinced that he wanted to have a kid as soon as possible, and he wanted you to be the mother of his child. He couldn’t think of anyone more perfect, loving, caring than you, and when he found out you were on the same page on this, and that you, too wanted to become a mother soon, he was over the moon. 
And just like he’s organized in every aspect of his life, he’s organized even when it comes to trying for a baby, keeping track of your menstrual cycle so that you both know when you’re ovulating and there’s a higher chance you might get pregnant. During those days he’s all over you, making sure to make love to you at least twice a day.
When he saw that little, purple exclamation mark next to today’s date in the calendar - which means you’re currently ovulating, a smile instantly spread on his face. As predicted, as soon as you come home, he’s all over you, determined not to waste a single second. 
“Welcome home, jagi,” he wraps his arms around your waist as soon as you step inside the apartment, not even giving you the time to take your coat or shoes off, “Did you miss me as much as I missed you?” A kiss on your lips. 
“Yah, Binnie, it’s just been a few hours,” you chuckle.
“Irrelevant,” he shushes you, “I miss you even when you go pee, you know that.”
“Ew,” you giggle, “let me take my coat off, it’s hot inside.”
He takes it off for you, hanging it together with your purse, something he always does. “You know what today is, jagi?” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around you once again, this time from behind as he starts kissing your neck. 
“No,” you furrow your eyebrows. 
“I checked on the calendar this morning…” he doesn’t stop kissing you, “You’re ovulating…”
“Oh.”
“Mh-hm, shall we take this to the bedroom?”
“Changbin, wait,” you stop him by placing your hands on his chest. As soon as he hears his name and not your usual Binnie or Bin, he stops kissing your neck and pulls away, looking at you with his eyebrows furrowed - big, brown boba eyes full of concern as his body hovers over yours.
“What’s wrong?” He immediately asks. There has to be something wrong, you never call him by his full name. 
You sigh, but you’re determined to tell him the truth. 
“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. 
“I promise I won’t,” he’s quick to tell you, “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
You love Changbin and you also love the idea of having a baby with him. You’re not lying to him when you tell him you can’t wait to start a family together, but you also miss the intimacy with him. Of course you do have your intimate moments, since sex is kind of the prerequisite when it comes to trying for a baby, but sometimes you just wish it wouldn’t stop at that. Lately, you’ve both been so focused on trying and keeping track of your ovulation cycle that you forgot that sex is also so much more.  
“I love having sex with you, don’t get me wrong,” you start, and you can already see a wrinkle appear in the space between his eyebrows, like he’s trying to guess where you’re getting at. 
“Okay?”, he sounds confused. 
“It’s just…” you sigh, and he rolls off your body to sit on the bed with his back against the headboard, still looking at you. You do the same, “I miss spontaneity,” you confess. 
There, you said it. You finally said it. 
“Spontaneity?”, he repeats. 
You nod, taking his hands in yours. “I love having sex with you, I really do,” you say once more. You don’t want him to think you’re saying this because you’re not satisfied with your sex life, because it’s not what this is about. “But with this whole… us trying, I feel like it’s become less spontaneous. Like, we do it because we have to,” you explain your point of view. 
He looks perplexed. “You think I don’t want you?” He asks, and the words sound even more absurd to his ears once they roll off his tongue, “You think I have sex with you because I have to since we’re trying to have a baby?”
“I’m not saying this,” you quickly say. 
“That’s exactly what you said, though,” Changbin remarks, and you can’t really tell whether he’s mad or disappointed or sad. 
“I didn’t mean it like that,” you sigh, “It’s just that I feel like we’re lacking… spice? I don’t know how to put this. Since we started trying you’ve been so gentle and so caring and so-“
“Vanilla, you mean,” Changbin finishes for you. 
You nod, although feeling a bit guilty. “Don’t take it personally,” you brush the back of his hands with your fingers and look for his eyes, but his gaze drops to where your hands meet, “I guess I just miss that kind of passion we used to have, you know? Where we couldn’t take our hands off of each other, where you’d just… throw me on the bed and-“
“Fuck you senseless,” once again, Changbin finishes for you, lifting his gaze to meet your eyes. 
You gulp at his unexpected straightforwardness. You’re scared you’ve offended him by telling him such a thing right when he was on top of you ready to make love to you, but you also needed to take this weight off your chest. You’re about to say something else, explain your point of view better when all of a sudden he wraps his strong arm around your waist and pulls you closer to the point your lips are almost touching. 
“My jagiya misses when I’m rough with her?” He whispers on your lips. His words take you aback, and he smirks at the effect he has on you. He pulls you even closer so that you’re now straddling him. “My sweet jagi needs to be fucked right?” He whispers in your ear, making you shiver. 
You’re not given the time to answer his questions, because in a matter of seconds he flips your body so that you’re now lying on the mattress and he’s on top of you, body positioned between your legs. “Am I not fucking my jagi right?” He asks, latching his lips on your neck, teasing the sensitive skin right under your jawline.
“Answer me,” he growls, sucking a pink mar right below your ear. 
“N-No, you are,” you pathetically whine, grinding your hips on his, looking for some friction. You’re not surprised to find him already hard, his cock pressing right on your clothed clit. 
His hands find their way under your t-shirt, lifting it up to reveal your breasts, still covered by your bra. “I don’t believe you,” he grunts, “If I was fucking you right you wouldn’t complain.”
“‘M not complaining,” you say between heavy breaths as he keeps on teasing your sensitive neck.
“You are,” Changbin grunts. 
He lifts your shirt even more and motions for you to lift your arms so that he can take it off. He bites his lip at the sight of you in his favorite bra, but he wants it off as well, so you reach behind your back to unclasp it, knowing it’ll take ages if he tries to do it. He has many talents, but unhooking bras is not one of those. The way he licks his lips at the sight of your naked breasts makes you giggle. 
“You see, I wanted to be romantic,” Changbin starts, then he’s back to kissing your skin. This time his kisses reach your collarbone, then the valley of your breasts, then the sensitive skin of your boobs, carefully avoiding your nipples just to tease you. “Be gentle and go slow while I fuck my cum inside of you, while I give you a baby, but no. No, you want me to be rough, don’t you? You miss being fucked like the good girl you are.”
His words make you squirm. You feel a shiver run down your spine when his hands travels all the way down to the hem of your pants. He toys with the wooden button for a couple of seconds before he undoes it. When his fingers disappear under the waistband and brush your clothed pussy, he smirks, and you already know why. 
“You’re so fucking wet,” he states, amazed by the way your arousal is coating his fingers even though he’s not even touching you properly. “You like it when I tell you you’re a good girl, don’t you?” You nod, and his smile grows bigger. “Good, because you really are a good girl to me.”
He kneels between your legs, removing his hand from inside your pants, then proceeds to take them off. He also takes off his t-shirt, and now it’s your turn to bite your lip at the sight of his pecs and his beautiful belly. You prop yourself on your elbows, then you reach to touch his skin. He wraps his fingers around your wrist, but doesn’t grip hard. 
“You think I don’t want you, right? Think I only fuck you because I have to,” he quotes, clearly mocking you. He guides your hand to his crotch, placing it right on top of his hard cock, “Feel this,” he grunts, and sucks in a breath when you squeeze him through the material of his sweats. It’s incredibly hard, so hard it must be painful, you think. “You think I’d be this hard if I didn’t want you?”
He knows just what to say to drive you crazy. He removes his sweats and boxers in one swift motions, finally allowing you to see his beautiful hard cock. It’s when your hands reach to touch it that he wraps his fingers around your wrist once more, then chuckles as he shakes his head. “Ah, not tonight, jagi,” he tells you. 
“But I want to touch you,” you pout. 
“Well, maybe later, you might get to touch it,” he says, looking you in the eye as he releases the grip on your wrist and proceeds to wrap his fingers around the fabric of your panties, “And who knows, maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get a round two,” he winks at you, before you hear a sharp sound. 
He tore your panties apart. Literally ripped them, they don’t even look like panties anymore. 
“Changbin!” You look at him with wide eyes and mouth agape. 
He’s smirking, “What? Thought you wanted me to be less vanilla.”
“So being less vanilla equals ripping my underwear?”
“Sorry, I’ll buy you new ones,” he chuckles.
Before you can protest or say literally anything else, he’s between your legs once more, with his body on top of yours. When his fingers brush your naked pussy, you shiver, and he lets out a grunt at the feeling of your wetness on his fingers. He uses your own arousal to dampen his fingers before he starts to draw perfect circles on your clit with his middle and ring finger, just like you taught him, at the perfect pace for you. So perfect, your orgasm starts building up already. 
“Mhh, like this-“ you whimper, but are immediately cut off, because he removes his fingers from your pussy. “Wha- why did you stop? I was getting close,” you protest. 
“Because the first time you’ll be coming tonight is gonna be around my cock.” With that, he lets the same two fingers that were previously on your clit enter your tight core. He wants to tease you, yes, but he also knows that he needs you to be stretched out nicely before you’re able to take his cock perfectly. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much, jagi, I’m just stretching you out,” he chuckles. 
He moves his fingers nice and deep inside of you, and only when he’s sure you can take it he adds a third one. His movements are slow, not rushed, giving you enough time to enjoy the feeling of his fingers and to get wet enough for him to slip inside easily. He grunts at the sight of his fingers disappearing inside your tight pussy, glistening in your wetness every time he pulls them out. Once he decides you’re wet enough, he takes his fingers out for good, and you feel instantly empty. 
“Relax, I’m gonna fill you up very soon,” he chuckles when you whine. 
Before he aligns his cock to your entrance, though, he absolutely needs to lick off your arousal from his fingers. It’s a necessity, he needs to taste you. And once your flavor reaches his tastebuds, he decides that for round two he’ll also eat you out until your legs give in. “Taste amazing, my jagi,” he hums, “The sweetest pussy.”
“Fuck me already,” you whine, looking at him with pleading eyes. 
“You’re such a brat,” Changbin chuckles and shakes his head, but gives you what you want, and he aligns the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Think you can take all of me in one push? Are you horny enough for me?” He teases, letting his tip breach your hole before pulling out. He repeats this motion a couple of times before you finally have enough. 
“I am! I am, Binnie, ‘m so wet for you,” you whine, looking at him with almost a pout on your face, “And you know I can take you. I’m your good girl, aren’t I?”
That’s his weak spot. 
His cock twitches and he decides he’s had enough of teasing you. “Fuck, you are. You’re my good girl. ‘M gonna give it to you now, jagi,” he grunts as he starts to push inside, his thick length stretching you out so nice. 
He bottoms out in one go, filling you to the brim within seconds until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. He starts thrusting as soon as he’s sure he won’t cum after a couple of thrusts, because tonight it’s about you. How could you think he doesn’t want you like before? He’s determined to show you how much you turn him on tonight, to make you feel like the goddess you are. 
His thrusts inside of you take your breath away. Precise, quick, deep, like his only target is to have you falling apart on his cock. He nearly cums when he see you rolling your eyes in the back of your head as incoherent sounds and words fall from your lips. 
“How could you think I don’t want you?” He manages to ask you the one question that’s been on his mind the whole time. 
“I never- said that”, you try to speak between moans and heavy breaths. 
“You said, shit-“ he, too, is cut off by a choked whimper, “You said you feel like we fuck because we- because we have to,” he repeats your words. His hips move even faster, colliding with yours with such an intensity that the obscene sounds of skin slapping on skin are the only thing that can be heard together with the loud banging of the headboard against the wall. 
“Every time I make love to you is because I want you,” he whispers those words in your ear, and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and pull him closer, digging your nails in his skin as you can feel the familiar warmth in your stomach. “Seems like my princess has forgotten how much I love and want her, hm?”
You try to shake your head and say something, but the words just won’t leave your mouth - the pace of his thrusts is taking your breath away in the most delicious way. 
“‘M so fucking horny for you always,” he explains, his fingers gripping the headboard tight as he continues to fuck you at a relentless pace, “I always want to fuck you, always.” 
He adjusts the precision of his thrusts so that every time he sinks back inside your pussy, his mushroom tip brushes your g-spot - he knows that it’ll only take a few thrusts from now on before you fall apart around his cock. 
“Bin, Binnie,” you gasp, and he knows you’re about to cum, so he snaps his hips even faster until he feels you clenching around him. The sweetest sounds fall from your lips as you release around his cock while he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. 
“Keep squeezing me tight, jagiya,” he moans, and you can feel his cock twitching inside of you, “My God, you’re gonna make me cum. You’re gonna take my cum like a good girl, yeah? Let me knock you up, yeah?” He pants, so close to his release, “You’re gonna milk my cock, aren’t you? Let me spill all of my fucking cum inside of you and not waste a single drop- fuck, I’m cumming,”
When he cums, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, and his whole body shivers as he releases inside of you. As he always does after he cums inside of you, he doesn’t pull out immediately, instead, he wraps his strong arms around your body and you stay like this for a while - him still sheathed inside of you, your bodies and legs entangles as you both catch your breath. 
“You know, I’m pretty positive it worked this time,” he mumbles against your skin, kissing your neck in a chaste and nonsexual way. 
“You say it every time,” you giggle, running your fingers through his dark hair. 
“Yeah, but this time it really worked, I’m one hundred percent sure.”
You roll your eyes and chuckle, but little do you know this time he’s right. 
-> 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭! “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧” 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝
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leeknowlover99 · 3 months
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Skz as love tropes
found it in my drafts ;)
warnings: fluff, suggestive content
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Bang Chan - coworkers to lovers
you and Chan spent way too much time in a studio. working late nights, eating takeaway pizza, testing new ideas, leaving in the mornings when sun was already high up in the sky. you spent countless nights falling asleep on couch in small studio room. ever since you started working together something between you clicked, you understood and inspired each other. two lost souls trying to find peace in music, stressed overachievers trying to create something perfect. it should not come as a surprise that one day when nothing was working as it should in a heat of the moment you shared the most hungry passionate kiss you could imagine, changing your dynamic forever.
Lee Know/ Minho - neighbors to lovers
your relationship grew slowly. from passing each other on the corridor to saying shy hellos in the elevator to meeting in the coffee shop near by to taking care of his cat when he was on a business trip to going on long walks and talking about life together. Minho with tough and unreadable exterior turned into the softest person you knew. his kindness amazed you with each day. in a span of months from the total stranger he became your comfort person. the change in your relationship seemed so natural. you didn’t even realize when it turned from shy glances to getting railed in his sheets.
Changbin - exes to lovers
you tried to stay away from each other, you really did. it was not working out between you, work forced you to be separated more time than you would like. character differences caused loud arguments. but without each other you were even more doomed. stress piling up in your bodies, minds clouded with too many thoughts, sleepless nights when you missed each other way too much. so when one day you bumped into Changbin in a party next thing you knew you were pressed against him in someones bedroom, hungrily trying to make up for all the lost time. him whispering “i’m not gonna let you go ever again” against your lips.
Hyunjin - soulmates
nobody could replace Hyunjin. nobody could come even close. you have never met someone as passionate, gentle and unreal as him. the way you completed each other could only be described by word soulmates. you understood each other without any words, always knew what the other one needed, could sense emotions like you lived inside each others heads. one look at you two and everybody could see that. your eyes beamed with love when you were together, face glowed. lips curled into most gorgeous smiles. you just had that effect on each other.
Felix - fake dating
it started as an innocent lie but became so much more. the arrangement worked for both of you so you kept going with it. as time passed it was becoming more and more challenging to create that narrative. but neither of you wanted to end it. so you started going on dates, hanging out with your families, posting each other on social media, sleeping in the same bed. the line between the lie and reality was becoming blurry until one day of just vanished. you were no longer pretending, you were no longer keeping the act only when people were around. you were kissing in the loneliness of Felix’s room and although none of you said it you both knew that it became something more.
Han/ Jisung - fwb to lovers
Jisung was never the best when it came to any kind of relationships. one drunk night out with his pretty best friend and all he could think about is your perfect body and those plump lips. he needed you. you seemed to have the same idea. you also seemed to have the same problem with relationships. so after that one night neither of you talked about this. you just silently communicated when you needed each other. expressed your desires and feeling through gentle touches and passionate kisses. way too intimate for only friends. it took a long time for both of you to understand and admit that. but when you did you were two happiest people on this planet.
Seungmin - rivals to lovers
it was always the competition between you two. Y/N vs Kim Seungmin. you were both good, way better than everyone else. but neither of you liked sharing the spotlight. so you constantly tried to either beat the other one or mess with them. after all only one person could get the dreamt internship. this week has been particularly intense, electricity basically sparkling in the air when you were both in the same room. you needed to relax during weekend, that’s how you ended up at Chan’s party already drunk. what you did not expect was to find Seungmin here as well. the look he send your way when he saw you in the flimsy black dress made you weak. from that look only you knew the only competition you will be having tonight is who cums first.
Jeongin - childhood best friends to lovers
stolen glances, shy smiles, late night talks. you and your childhood best friend Jeongin were always more. but you were both too timid and unsure to act on it, so you loved each other in silence. spending all your precious days together, enjoying small moments, but deep down longing for more. and more did come. Jeongin gathered all his courage. “will you go to prom with me?” one day he appeared at your front door with a bouquet of tulips. “as friends?” you asked hoping for a negative answer. “as boyfriend and girlfriend” he responded quietly, cheeks blushed. you provided your response by connecting your lips in a shy kiss which quickly became more passionate when all your suppressed feelings could be finally released.
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jl-micasea-fics · 28 days
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Deeds of Desire | scb
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❝𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞.❞
↳ Much bemused with love and all facets of it, you're none bothered by the idea of spending your days unattached, for you're never truly alone with your best friend by your side. Yet in meeting a handsome young bartender, your plans begin to change. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to let someone in, after all. If only you knew the whole truth of him.
↳ Seo Changbin x female reader
↳ Best friends brother romance trope. Angst and heaps of sexy tension, a multitude of misunderstandings, age gap (older reader), a case of mistaken/hidden identity, thrown power dynamics (employee/employer), smut throughout.
! Explicit content, adult themes, 10.8k, suitable for 18+ readers only !
「Part of the skz tropes collab w @yoongihan」 「main contents list」 「© March 2024 by jl-micasea-fics」
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She is as cruel as she is salacious; the facet of love that calls herself Desire.
Fickle yet icily determined, she visits us all in good time to weave her thorny tendrils around and about our values, sense and integrity; those parts of us that make us superior to mere rutting creatures of instinct— how Desire so loves to watch us regress. Discord is sewn where her dainty foot treads, good men turned covetous, chaste women turned ravenous. She discriminates not, cares not where she invades and thinks not of the lives she ends, begins or disrupts. None so powerful a force exists as her— Desire brings all to their knees, Desire brings dynasty after empire, Desire brings power, for men will do anything for that which they desire.
But what does Desire do when the door is closed on her? Does she give up and move on? Does she knock incessantly and with increasing ferocity until one is driven stark mad? Or does she bide her time, waiting patiently until the door inevitably warps and she is allowed in to wreak her lascivious chaos?
So it was, that you were about to find out.
It all began with a wedding.
--
Park Jihyo was, before anything else, your very best friend.
After that, she was a self-made millionaire with two Michelin stars and a handful of restaurants to her name.
But mostly, she was your very best friend. Your ‘sister from another mister’. Your ‘soulmate’. Your ‘other half’. ‘Better half’, you’d argue. Life before Jihyo had been unthinkably bland, and life after her was lived in glorious, vibrant technicolour. To think an unfortunate college dorm mix-up bore responsibility!
Hunched over the kitchen island (Italian marble, naturally) of her penthouse apartment, Jihyo glowered at an order list, a pencil tucked above her curled top lip. Her short, chocolate brown bob was tied into a haphazard ponytail, her bangs fluffed over the thick-rimmed gold glasses that perched on her scrunched nose. You’d read somewhere that it was normal for one to be at least a smidge in love with their friends; for all that you connected on, should it not make sense to be?
“You’ll get mouth wrinkles,” you said acerbically.
Her lips drooped and the pencil fell with a clatter. “Shit.”
“No. Wrinkles.”
“Can you not add to my stress right now?” She huffed, retrieving the pencil before it nose-dived from the counter edge.
You shrugged, scrolling your Insta feed. “I told you this booking was a bad idea.”
“I know.”
“It’s not too late to cancel.”
“They wouldn’t find another caterer at this short notice.”
“And that’s your problem, how? Also: you’re not a caterer. You’re a chef.”
Jihyo pinched her nose. “I agreed to do it for them.”
“By which you mean they pressured you into it.”
“Doesn’t matter. I can’t back out now. Besides; I don’t mind a challenge.”
“A challenge? A gluten-free, vegan, lactose intolerant wedding party is not a challenge, it’s a fucking Herculean task.”
“Don’t forget the nut allergies,” she sighed.
“Brilliant. Well, I really hope they enjoy their ice cube platters.”
Jihyo pursed her lips again. “That’s not even a bad idea. Snow cones?”
You rolled your eyes. “Yes, please. We will look awesome serving snow cones on silver trays.”
“They won’t just be snow cones, idiot. I’ll make them all fancy and shit. I’ll think on it.”
“You do that. I'll sort out yeti costumes for front of house in the meantime.”
Jihyo laughed, bright and light. You rose from your stool at the island and stretched out to the satisfying pops and cracks of tired joints. “I’m heading off.”
She glanced up to the kitchen clock. “Balls— that’s the time!? The wholesalers closes in ten minutes!”
“Better get your quick-thinking cap on, then.”
She groaned and collapsed, head in her arms. You rounded it with a chuckle, slid your hand up her warm back and squeezed her shoulder.
“I can stay and help if you want,” you offered.
She shook her head. “No. Go get some sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day. You’ll need it.”
“Alright. Don’t stay up too late though. Call if you need anything.”
She nodded into her arms.
“We’ve got this, okay?”
She grunted. Resigned to no more response than that, you patted her back affectionately, and left her lavish home. Humming a pleasant ditty during the short elevator ride to the ground floor and even shorter walk just down the hall to your place, you found to be in good spirits despite the impending doom of tomorrow. Jihyo would pull something out of the bag. She always did. Her Michelin stars weren’t for nothing, after all.
Absconding your jacket and shoes in favour of an oversized cotton shirt and pink slippers, the remainder of the evening was spent double-checking the array of speciality cocktails you had developed for tomorrow, familiarising yourself once more with the seating plan, and brushing up your service smile.
Jihyo told you to get some sleep, hypocrite that she was— as if you could so easily find rest knowing she’d find none tonight.
--
“Sam, hey!”
You snapped your fingers sharply, drawing the attention of the young waitress with her arms full of packaged wine glasses.
“Did you do these?” You pointed at the nearby table’s napkins.
“Yes.”
“Kindly do them again please, they’re not folded at the edges.”
The youngster nodded and scuttled off compliantly.
Clipboard in hand sporting a printed copy of the seating plan, you checked the names against the dainty, gilded plates arranged on the tables. ‘Brown’ had been placed in ‘Evans’ spot— you quickly swapped them with a huff.
The grand hall had been set pristinely, tones of dove white and pastel pink chiffon melting together to present the perfect fairytale affair. Lillies arranged in breathtaking displays matched the floral centrepieces of each round, white-clothed table, the seats draped in pink ribbons and tied to pin-perfect bows. Through the bay windows there were clear views of the surrounding lush grounds where the guests currently mingled and chatted, your warming cocktails in hand that had, so far, gone down a treat.
Unusual in all respects for a chef so well-established as Jihyo to accept such an undertaking, but as she had previously justified on your disapproval, the bride and groom were apparent professional acquaintances. Turning them down was not an option.
“Hassan!” You hissed at the waiter fingering a set of silverware. “What did we say about needing an inch of space between these?” You reached around him and slid the knife away from the fork. “And polish them again, please. After you’ve put some gloves on. Go.”
The waiter scurried off immediately; something uncomfortably hot and dense throbbed in your temples. Other waiting staff moved quietly about the hall, setting each seat as you had (more or less) instructed, and it was the lesser attention to detail that required your constant monitoring. A crying shame that your usual front of house brigade could not be present for this, the short notice rendering them unavailable and as such calling for a rental team from the only dubiously rated agency that could supply bodies enough to tend to a wedding. Beggars could not be choosers, you supposed. Neither could Maître d’s be saints, apparently.
“E— Excuse me—”
Tapped on the shoulder by a timid girl with frightened eyes, you turned to her.
“Yes?”
“There’s, um— There’s someone else here. To start.”
“To start?”
“Y— Yes.”
“We’re an hour away from service, what the fuck kind of time do they call this!?”
“Sorry.” The girl flinched. “Should I— He’s in the staff room—”
“Go back to what you were doing,” you sighed. “I’ll sort it.”
Without a second of delay, you started through the decorated hall, out to the corridor and towards the staff room— a rather ornately beautiful room that had been designated by venue staff for yours and Jihyo’s use. Breezing through the door and fully prepared to let loose a gasket or two at this (probably underserving) individual, you found the wind all but evaporated from your sails as you walked in on a most desirous sight. A man easily ten years your junior by his face, yet his body betrayed a strength that you had only dreamt of submitting to in the lonelier hours. His sun-kissed complexion caught the stream of soft light that sliced the room; raven black hair gathered in attractive curls over sharp eyes and pierced ears. He was mid-dress, the crisp white shirt of the uniform hanging on broad shoulders and open over slight waist and soft, slim middle. His trousers unzipped and loose clung to muscled thighs that naturally drew your eye to his groin, the bulky implication of which inspired a surge of heat that flushed your throat and cheeks.
Stunned, you stood in silence.
“Can I help?” he asked, amusement tickling his husky voice.
“I—” You gathered yourself; dignity and jaw from the floor. “You’re late.”
He quirked a brow.
“Service starts in an hour.” You tapped your wristwatch. “You were supposed to be here at eight o’clock to help set up. Didn’t the agency tell you that?”
“Agency?”
“I know their rates aren’t great, but that’s not an excuse for tardiness. Take it up with them, don’t fuck us over by showing up late. A job is a job, right?”
He huffed softly. “Right.”
“I don’t have time to brief you on everything now, but—” You moved as though to get closer with intention of showing him the seating plan, but thought immediately better of it on account of the semi-nakedness. “Y— You have hospitality experience?”
“A little.”
“You’ve waited tables before?”
“Sort of.”
“Served drinks?”
He raked a cool, slow gaze from your top to toe. “I know how to serve.”
“F— Fine.” Jesus. Was it excruciatingly hot in here suddenly? “You’ll be okay on the bar then?”
He nodded.
“Good.” You cleared your throat. “Get dressed and meet me in the hall, then.”
“Yes, boss.”
With a puff of breath you about-faced and walked away, only recalling at the last, dazed moment to ask:
“What’s your name?”
He smiled sweetly. Your ovaries trembled with want.
“Seo Changbin.”
--
It had been an appallingly long time since you last rolled around with someone. What with working for Jihyo and moving into her building and everything in between, your feet hadn’t touched the ground for a year.
Therein lay your justification for stealing glances at the charming tender: Changbin. And charming he was, for his smile and apparent easy disposition, coupled with his disarming good looks, seemed to have made waves among the singletons in attendance. Around the bar loitered a small gathering of men and women alike, their adoring gazes on him as he worked a source of much irritation— much to your irritation. Jealousy over a man you’d exchanged a measly ten words with? Jihyo would rib you for days.
Throwing yourself into work seemed the most immediate remedy to the grating nuisance that was his presence: doting on the guests and keeping the agency staff in line, maintaining timings with the kitchen where Jihyo and her team slaved over perfect platters and delectable delights. So high were the spirits, so beaming were the smiles on the bride and grooms’ faces, you had begun to believe that the day might just be a roaring success.
Observing the buzzing hall from a quiet spot at the back, an enthused guest on the table nearest to you lifted a frosted martini glass to her glossed lips. Your brow furrowed; you looked at the guest next to her, who had a wine glass filled with warm red. The guest next to them had a short of whiskey, and next to them another glass of wine. With growing perplexment, you surreptitiously examined the other tables, and found that only a handful of guests were indulging in the speciality cocktails you had painstakingly developed— odd, when they were supposed to be all that was on offer during dinner.
Making for the bar as gracefully as your simmering annoyance would allow, you ducked around the gaggle of guests propping it up and flagged down the tender— Changbin, you quickly noticed, was nowhere to be seen. The young tender hurried over, a cloth in his hands.
“What’s happening with the cocktails?” You spoke through a plastered smile. “Nobody’s drinking them. They’re supposed to be drinking them.”
The tender blinked at you, deer in the headlights.
“Where is Changbin?” you asked instead.
“Cigarette break.”
One word away from an incurable stress twitch, you about-faced and stalked out of the hall, hoping that he was at least possessed of the sense to go about his nasty habit somewhere out of sight of the guests. Presuming upon the closest fire exit, you pushed the heavy bar and stepped out to the rear access alley, where lo and behold, Seo Changbin reposed. His black tie was loosened and top few shirt buttons undone. His waistcoat hung open, and between his lips was perched a lit cigarette, the puffs of smoke drifting about him like admiring nymphs.
On your entrance, he made neither a sound nor movement. Thoroughly unbothered.
“You arrived late,” you started strong. “And now you think you’re entitled to cigarette breaks?”
He scrunched his nose and plucked the cigarette from his mouth.
“I’m working harder than anyone here,” he said, voice thick.
“I don’t think you’d know hard work if it batted its lashes at you and ordered a martini.”
He scoffed, bit his plush bottom lip, took another drag.
“Why aren’t you serving the guests my cocktails?” you asked bluntly.
“What?”
“They’re supposed to be drinking the special cocktails during dinner. They were picked out and put together specifically for each course to compliment the food. That was the whole point of them. Why aren’t you serving them?”
“I'm supposed to say no when a guest orders something else?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not very hospitable.”
“I don’t care. You’re being paid to do a job. Do it properly.”
“And when they complain?”
“They won’t.”
“Right.” He laughed. “You know—” He inhaled another drag, the smoke wisping from his lips. “You’re wound awfully tight. You should try unclenching.”
“Excuse me?”
He flicked the burnt cigarette away, crushing the embers under his smart shoes. “Relax a little. Do you smoke?”
“No. I don’t. And you’re not to smoke again for as long as you’re here. I can’t have my staff smelling like dirty ashtrays.”
“Your staff? I thought I was agency staff.”
“You know what I meant—”
“Dirty, scummy, bottom of the barrel agency staff.”
“I’ve never said that.”
“Don’t have to.” He looked you over incredulously. “Your face says it all.”
“Flattered, but please pay less attention to my face and more to your work.”
“Really?” He laughed, husky and thick. “Hypocrite much?”
Adrenaline from the quick exchange centred in your chest, heat of mortification blooming amongst it. Changbin stared, his dark and narrow eyes seeming to see all beneath the managerial grandstanding— it was true that he’d gone off script, turned up late, and continued to push your buttons with his laissez-faire attitude. Yet it was also true that he possessed a most carnal appeal, his figure and height and face—all those things considered most conventionally shallow but that none are truly removed from—tapping into those parts of you that throbbed with the mistress Desire. She had arrived. There would be no getting rid of her.
“Thought I hadn’t noticed?”
He strode towards you, the musk of cigarette smoke—dirty ashtray—wafting closer. Hands in his slacks pockets, the tension of taut material accentuated the lean of his thighs.
“You’ve been eye-fucking me since I got here,” he said.
“I— I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I don’t hate it.” He smiled, wolfish and dazzling. Your heart lurched pathetically. “I much prefer the taste of older women.”
A scarlet inferno set upon you; you choked and took a step back, his sudden proximity seeming too much. Nonetheless, he would not relent, meeting your retreat with pursuit. At the fire door, he grabbed your wrist before you could slip through.
“Take your hand off me—”
Immediately, he did so, his instantaneous and unquestionable compliance rendering you somewhat aghast. He remained close, however, and kept his voice low as he said:
“Let me take you out for a drink.”
“W— What?”
“Let me take you out,” he repeated smoothly.
“Why?”
His dark eyes triangulated your features— right eye to left eye to lips, where he fixed his gaze with a slow smile. “I like you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know that you’re hot as fuck,” he whispered, so sultry as to make your head spin. “I know that you feel some kind of way about me. Isn’t that enough? For now?”
From inside his open waistcoat, he retrieved an almost-empty biro. He glanced pointedly at your hand. “May I?”
Your swallow and timid nod assented, and he took your hand from the door, tearing off the lid of the biro with his teeth, where he held it as he scrawled a series of numbers on the back of your palm. The black ink bled and splotched messily, but when he was done, you could clearly make out the digits. You stared dreamily at them, then at him as he recapped the biro and stowed it.
“If you’re down, call me.” He grinned again, straightened his tie, buttoned his shirt and waistcoat. “Ball’s in your court.”
He opened the fire door and slipped through, lingering near enough for you to smell the ash on his breath. He ducked and spoke in your ear, voice a meagre whisper, weighted with want.
“I’ll make your pussy sing like a lead fucking soprano, sweetheart.”
--
One might harbour the impression that dinner at a Michelin star chefs’ personal abode would comprise of fancy dishes and only the best ingredients. Certainly, you were before Jihyo rather spectacularly dispelled the illusion.
Not to speak for all Michelin star chefs, dinner at your Michelin star chefs’ was a simple takeaway affair. Tonight, it was pizza. Perfect.
Jihyo munched on a slice of pepperoni, the stringy cheese peeling from the dough and hanging down her chin. A rerun episode of Friends—’The One with the Football’—played out on her forty-inch LED, her tired eyes trained to it unwaveringly. You plucked a napkin from the coffee table and threw it at her face, laughing over your own pizza as she, without so much as blinking, picked it up from her lap and tucked it into her V-neck.
“Ross can so get it,” she eventually mumbled.
“That’s gross.”
“He’s a nerd,” she said. “Nerds are where it’s at.”
“He’s a dinosaur nerd.”
“A nerd is a nerd. They’re all cut from the same cloth, my friend.”
You scoffed. “Don’t let them hear you say that. You’ll start a war.”
“Let them fight. May the strongest win and bear my children.”
You threw a scatter pillow at her; she merely cackled her delight.
“Hey, on the subject of that though,” you said after swallowing gooey pizza.
Jihyo’s brows shot into her hairline. “Children?”
“No. God. Just, like— Men.”
“Oh?”
“I might have met someone.”
Jihyo blinked. “Might have?”
“I mean; I did. Nothing’s come of it yet though.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure he’s younger than me. Like; a lot younger.”
Jihyo rolled her eyes. “Why does that matter? Older men can fuck younger women, but we can’t get ours? Forever doomed to be spinsters?”
You hummed your agreement; hardly a hangup that would be fixed today, but she was right nonetheless.
“Where did you meet?” she asked.
“At the wedding.”
“Wow. Hitting on the guests? And here I thought you were a professional priss,” she ribbed gently.
“He wasn’t a—”
“Did you get his number?”
You nodded. “He gave it to me.”
“And you haven’t called him?”
“No.”
“Do you want to?”
You pursed your lips. Jihyo heaved a weary sigh, methodically removed her pizza box from her lap to the floor, and slid across the sofa to sit beside you. She did much the same with your pizza box, then took your hands gently, a stern expression of concern on her features.
“You are going to call that young man, and you are going to invite him to dine at your cougar fountain,” she said coolly.
“Cougar what—”
“Because if you don’t, dear friend, I'll take that number off your hands and he can do a little gobbling at mine. How’s that?”
You wheezed and with a grimace, snatched your hands back.
“Fine. Point taken,” you sighed, rising from the sofa.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom, asshole.” You held your cheese-sticky hands up. “You eat like a toddler!”
Your best friend’s delighted guffaws faded as you ambled down the marbled, lit corridor. Said bathroom was a constant source of envy and so seldom visited if you could help it; a stunning Grecian affair of white and aqua tiles, a waterfall shower with a no-fuss temperature dial, and a toilet whose lid opened on proximity. She had worked for it, you reminded yourself as you went about your business and washed your hands. And it was during this mundanity that you noticed something thoroughly bizarre: Jihyo’s pink electric toothbrush, perched in its wall-mounted holder, was not alone. Next to it sat a black toothbrush of the very same model— and not only that! On the sink was a dark tube of facial exfoliating gel, the beads of which were surely too harsh for Jihyo’s smooth, feminine skin. A used, five-bladed razor was upturned on the counter, a canister of shaving foam alongside it and a can of deodorant scented cedarwood and vanilla. Glancing down, a pair of hefty grey slippers were tucked under the unit, and on the heated rack were more towels than one person could ever reasonably expect to use.
Something was afoot. Something secret. Something male.
Bewildered, you left the bathroom and started back down the corridor, stopping at the front porch whereupon you discovered yet further evidence— size eleven trainers and a bulky raincoat hanging from the coat rack.
With conviction, you stormed back to the living room, where Jihyo was contentedly polishing off the remainder of her pizza to the rolling credits of Friends. On your hasty entrance, she looked alarmed.
“Didn’t shit yourself, did you?”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
Jihyo hacked and coughed on her food. “W— What?”
“A boyfriend,” you insisted, gesticulating wildly. “There’s man-stink all over this house.”
“Man-stink?”
“All the men’s products in the bathroom! The big ass shoes in the porch! Either you’re making a really big decision throughout which I will of course, naturally, love and support you completely, or—” You swarmed on her, wrestling and poking and prodding to her screeches of despair. “You have a fucking boyfriend, you sneaky—”
“Stop! Please! It’s not—” She managed to grab your wrists long enough to say her piece. “It’s not what you think. Not even close.”
“Liar! And we were just talking about men. How could you!?”
“No!” She shrieked, manoeuvring like a slippery worm from under you, knees hitting the marble floor where she scrambled away.
“Come back here!”
“Wait!” She stood and held her hands up, the mutual stances of attack and defence taken on. “Let me explain.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. You suck.”
“Bitch, let me get a word in!” She laughed. “There is no man. I have no time for man. We know this.”
You eyed her warily and folded your arms. “So? How do you explain all the—”
“My brother’s in town. He’s staying with me.”
Oh.
Oh?
You gawped at your best friend. “You have a brother?”
Jihyo laughed, defensive stance dropped. “Yes.” She pushed her glasses back from her face. “I thought I told you that.”
“Definitely never mentioned a brother.”
“Technically he’s my half-brother. Different dads. But, yeah, he’s a thing that exists.”
“Is he hot?”
“Ew, no. Why would you ask me that?”
“Morbid curiosity.”
“God, stop. No, he is not hot. Never. And if he is, he isn’t. Don’t even go there. There’s not enough therapy in the world.”
You laughed wickedly. “Is he older? Younger?”
She rubbed her eyes, set her glasses back on her nose. “Younger. Much.”
“Wait—” You scurried towards her. “Is he here? Would he have heard—” You gestured around, reference to prior wrestling chaos implied.
“Nah, we’re fine. He’s out. Working.”
“What does he do?”
“Anything and everything. Odd jobs, whatever pays cash. He’s even worked for me before,” she snorted. “I’ll introduce you eventually.”
Not so devious a conspiracy after all.
“Alright,” you sighed. “Well. No boyfriend. Crisis averted.”
What famous last words.
--
It wasn’t the restaurant you would have chosen.
You’d have far preferred an Italian bistro or a back-alley gastropub. Somewhere that would allow you to get a decent reign on the tumult of emotions that threatened either to send you into giddy hysteria or send you home sick. As it stood, this was neither a bistro nor a gastropub, but an energetic, buzzing hive. A Japanese eatery situated in and amongst the downtown nightlife, where order numbers were scribbled on paper table settings and tray after tray of steaming hot food whizzed by, carried by enthusiastic youngsters as yet content with minimum wage. Tables were not tables at all, but rather long, shared benches on which patrons were packed in like sardines. Bare bulbs hung from suspended wires in glowing, artistic clusters, and the faux-paper walls complimented the faux-tatami floors. The chopsticks splintered when snapped, and the glasses could have done with a polish or three.
Again— not the restaurant you would have chosen, but you asked him to choose, and so had no right to much complain.
Twenty minutes after the agreed time of meeting, he arrived with a blast of chill air. A snug leather jacket hugged his arms and chest, and his dark jeans were finished with chunky combat boots. You watched with growing trepidation as he entered and shook himself of the cold, plucking the sunglasses from his face. He looked around, and on sighting you, broke into a wide grin, navigating easily through the bustle to your allocated bench, where he leaned over the table to kiss your right cheek softly.
“Thought you’d never call,” he said.
“Thought you’d never turn up,” you countered, bark distinctly lacking bite. “You do own a device to tell the time with, don’t you?”
He chuckled gently. “Easy, boss. We’re not at work now.”
You rolled your eyes, unable to muster much more indignance than that. You could let him off. Wouldn’t be the first time. He slipped his jacket off and draped it over the bench beside him, the clean white cotton of his shirt stark against his deep complexion. The very same illicit want that bloomed the first time you caught sight of him returned like an old friend, and therein a measure of your anxiety was dispelled: you hadn’t been sure of it, back then. Still aren’t, to a degree. This is a start.
“I’m glad you called,” he said. “In case it wasn’t clear.”
“My best friend convinced me you were a good idea.”
His smile hardened oddly at the mention, but soon relaxed. “Cool. Remind me to thank bestie then.”
He fiddled with his wristwatch and glanced up and down the busy bench. To your right was a couple engaged in quiet chatter. To your left sat a father and son, the little boy picking warily at the dumplings on his plate.
“What do you think?” he asked. “Nice place, right?”
You shrugged. “Sure.”
“Uh oh.”
“What?”
“You hate it.”
You shook your head with a laugh. “I don’t hate it. It’s just not what I’m used to.”
“What are you used to?” he asked, dark eyes settled on you.
“I, um—” You shifted, suddenly warm. “Something quieter, I guess? If I go to dinner, I make a night of it. Feels like everyone here is just filling up before heading somewhere else.”
Changbin nodded slowly, pursed his doll lips. “Okay.”
“I know it’s boring. I am boring.”
His brow furrowed under his curls, and in the next instant, he reached across the table and took your clammy hand.
“You're not boring.”
Your breath caught with the detection of callouses on his palms. Of course, he’d have them. Look at him.
“You’re on a date with your subordinate,” he said. “I’d say that’s pretty daring.”
Already overstimulated and now dazed to the point of confusion, you could only mumble: “My... What?”
“You’re my boss, right? I answer to you.”
“That was just— It was one shift. You were agency. I’m not your boss.”
He licked his lips and smirked, gaze dropping. “I’m down for a little roleplay if you are, sweetheart.”
At that moment, a bubbly, blonde-haired employee bounced up to your bench, a notepad and pink crayon in hand.
“Namaste! Are you guys ready to order tonight? I can recommend the—”
Changbin rose abruptly, slung his leather jacket over his shoulder.
“We were just leaving,” he said, and with a pointed glance to you, “Let’s get out of here.”
--
How violent Jihyo’s applause would be if she could see you now: halfway undressed in a strange man’s hotel room, pinned to a wall and content to stay there.
“God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled into your throat, already slick with his open-mouthed affection. He roamed your naked top half, the satisfyingly soft scrape of his callouses across your skin bringing you to arch into him, to grasp at his broad shoulders, still frustratingly clothed.
“Tell me how you like it,” he whispered, breath hot on your skin.
“Off.” You tugged pathetically at his shirt. “Take this off.”
His compliance came with a wolfish grin at your desperation, and he rolled the shirt up and over his body, tossing it to the hotel carpet. Sliding your hands greedily down his beautifully rounded chest, Changbin shuddered when your fingertips skimmed his pert, pink nipples, gooseflesh breaking on his arms. The firm tell of muscle made much of his frame, but the breadth of his stomach was soft: all the more mouth-watering to drop to your knees and smother in kisses, your nose pressed to the quick flesh. Gentle hands swept vagrant hair strands from your face as the demoness Desire drove you to frantically unbuckle and unzip his jeans, tugging them down his thighs, then to ankles. Tight black boxers did comically little to conceal the growth of his lust, and where he leaked, the cotton did stain.
A wanting glance up at the man who watched you with abyssal eyes: he nodded.
“Yeah, baby. You can taste.”
As keen to please as to finally take him on your tongue, sinking over him was easy. Hard and heavy in your mouth, Changbin groaned with raspy delight, and it was in the act of worshipping him so that you soon forgot any and all anxiety pertaining to age or familiarity or the speed with which you found yourself here. The man blushed and panted, the tummy that you so suddenly adored tightening to the print of slight abs with his heaving breaths. His saltine pleasure tinctured your breath and tongue as you smoothly sucked him, so slick the glide and delicious the sight of his impending euphoria.
“Ngh, shit—” He gently lifted you from his length, swept his thumbs over your soiled mouth. “Easy, baby. You’ll make me come.”
You licked your abused lips. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Not like this. Can you stand?”
You did so in answer, knees throbbing with the rough grate of carpet burn. Changbin kissed you sweetly—far too sweetly given the filthy circumstance—and turned you carefully towards the whitewashed wall.
“Like this?” he asked softly, kissing your shoulder, bending you at the hip just so.
You nodded, pulse roaring in your ears, and on your assent the man availed you of your skirt.
“Keep the heels on,” he mumbled, gently kicking your legs apart.
So presented for him, he dropped to his knees, thumbs softly prying your delicate sensitivity apart for his long, thick tongue to penetrate. A queer sensation to be so revered from behind, but every insistent swipe nudged and caressed you from trembling clit to puckered hole, his bravery eliciting a din of comforting white noise. So confident in handling your body, the insertion of a thick finger threatened your knees to buckle— he kept you supported against the wall, spoke low in your ear.
“You have no idea how good you look like this, boss.”
“B— Bin—”
“I’ll do a good job. Earn my keep. Promise.”
Your listless whine betrayed your bursting desire for him as fingers withdrew: such sorrow need not have been entertained, however, for in the next instant a thick and solid breaching set upon you, so slowly as to have you holding your breath and drawing tight. With patience better fitting religious men, he held you at the small of your back and swell of hip, sinking gently until your bodies, flush and connected, were one.
“Oh, fuck—” His breath drew out the wanton curse, his hips stuttering as, experimentally, he drew back and pushed in.
“Oh my god— Bin—”
This wall would not be support enough for the train this man then proceeded to run on you, so poor and unsuspecting as to his true nature of volcanic strength and unrelenting passion. Changbin fucked you the way that only your cheap erotica novels told of— the way that real women wish their fictional men to fuck and to love, thus setting the standard so unthinkably high, it is of more detriment than harmless fun.
There was nothing harmless about Seo Changbin.
He would ruin you and your world, and you would crave him all the while, for Desire had done her dirty work.
Desire would speak her last word.
--
The scene you arrived home to, one chilly September evening a week on from the best sex of your life, must have been karmic.
A punishment, you rather thought. That you dared to be so bold as to let a younger man have his way with you (and what a delicious way it was) had been your first mistake. That you had thought of nothing but a second rendezvous since that illustrious night was your second. The third was surely the tentative relief that had begun to bloom on the notion that you might just have found someone. A real someone. Your someone.
Now the only ‘someone’ you had need of was a plumber.
The entirety of your small kitchen was steeped in three or so inches of dirty, yellow water, the cabinets under your sink thoroughly warped. After the screams and frantic alarm, you’d had the sense to shut the water main off, but the damage had already been done, and so not only were you wonderfully flooded, you were also without any water, thus rendering your apartment utterly uninhabitable.
Such was your weepy explanation to Jihyo, and immediate was her offer of tenancy, which in truth, you had been exclusively relying on. Down from the penthouse she whizzed to help you with two suitcases crammed full of whatever you thought to grab in your stressed and emotional state, but not before she poked her head in to assess the state of things.
“Holy shit,” she’d balked. “It’s like water world in here!”
With no small amount of effort and a well-placed (so Jihyo would claim) joke or two, you made it to the penthouse of the building, and were shown to one of four spare bedrooms your dear friend possessed. Just because.
“You like this one?” she asked as she hauled your case to the naked mattress.
“Like it? It’s bigger than my entire apartment.”
“Exaggeration doesn’t suit you, bestie.”
“Who’s exaggerating?”
Jihyo snorted. “I’ll go get you some sheets and towels and whatever the hell else you need.”
“Thanks.”
With a wink, she started from the room, but then stopped abruptly.
“Oh— Before I forget,” she said around the door frame. “My brother will be here tonight.”
“Ah. The elusive Park sibling. Cool. I’ve been wanting to meet him.”
“He’s not a Park. I told you, remember? Different dads.”
You made a sound of realisation, unzipping the first case. “Right. You did.”
“You’ll see him tonight, anyway,” she said, disappearing from the frame and padding away.
“What’s he then if he’s not a Park?” you called, loud enough for her to hear.
Jihyo’s voice rang clear and bright down the marble corridor.
“Seo!”
Seo.
Seo?
Your finger caught snug in the path of the zipper, a sharp pain nipping the flesh, drawing blood. You felt not a thing.
Seo.
Oh, God.
--
But it was a popular enough surname, wasn’t it?
Of course it was. There must be millions— hundreds of millions of people that possessed the surname ‘Seo’. This was nothing but an odd coincidence. There was no possible way he could be—
“You alright over there?”
You blinked to clarity. “W— What?”
“I've never once seen you leave my jajangmyeon untouched,” Jihyo mumbled. “Are you sick?”
“No.” You set the lukewarm bowl down, your hands tingling with residual heat. “I’m not so hungry, actually.”
“Cool. More for me!”
She reached over and stabbed her chopsticks into the sticky noodle clump, dragging the bowl across the marble towards her. With the way your stomach churned anxiously, you could hardly even watch her eat it, let alone consider doing so yourself. You longed to ask for specifics: what time would her brother be home? What was his name? How old was he? Did he moonlight as a bartender for a living? Was he the guy you’d unceremoniously fucked on the first date?
Yet no such questions left you. How could they?
The sluggish ticking of the clock seemed ever slower with each passing minute. It was near the hour of midnight that mercy finally came. Over the mumble of the movie Jihyo had picked out to watch, you heard the electronic sounding of the front door lock. Your heart seized, skin prickling with icy anticipation. Jihyo barely looked up from the television.
“He’s back,” she mumbled.
The scrape of slippers over laminate carried closer, each second bestowing relief with the dawning ridiculousness of your anxiety: there was no earthly possibility that this man could be him. No cosmic strings existed that could arrange such an insane and unlikely encounter. It would be too cruel. Too complicated. Too—
Oh, God.
Oh fucking no.
Even the dim, moody penthouse lighting could not conceal the silhouette you knew intimately well. Broad of shoulder and chest, he trudged into the living room, tearing off his snapback and detangling by finger his thick, black curls. His dark clothes were stained with dirt and dust, his skin streaked black where the material did not cover. Your gut sunk to unfathomable depths. A wave of sickness became you, so strong as to force your hand to your mouth in safeguarding. On sight of you, he caught himself, his eyes fatigued with long hours cleared by startlement as he stopped and for all of several seconds that felt like endless hours, stared.
Jihyo burst into a cackle and clapped, which seemed at least enough to bring Changbin back to himself.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” She wheezed.
“You didn’t tell me we were having company,” he said flatly.
If only the ground would but open and swallow you whole.
“I did text you, actually,” Jihyo replied. “It’s not my fault you never check them.”
“I was at work.”
“Right. What was it today?”
He gestured to his dishevelled and mucky state. “What do you think?”
“Labouring?” She rose from the sofa, moving quickly to where he lingered at the kitchen island. “I told you; I don’t like you going down there, it’s not safe—”
“It’s a construction site, Ji.”
“A construction site that almost killed you last time. Just come and work for me again, yeah? You did a great job at the wedding.”
Oh, God. The fucking wedding. She must have given him the job; whatever pays in cash, to quote her words. You had assumed he was agency, and while he’d never confirmed he was, he also hadn’t corrected you.
Changbin shook his head with a grimace. “I don’t want to bartend.” And flashed a glance at you. “I don’t have the patience for it.”
“You can wait tables.”
He looked at her, unimpressed.
“You can work in the kitchen.”
“With you or for you?” he laughed. “Either way that’s a recipe for disaster and you know it.”
“I’ll find something for you to do, Bin. Just—”
“How about we bicker later, yeah?” he said. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
Introduce.
Jihyo turned to you, as though having forgotten you were even there. If only.
“Right!” She clapped. “Bestie, this is brother. You can call him Changbin. Brother; bestie.”
You forced a smile, hoping that the way your core throbbed was only clear to you.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
Changbin smirked.
“Nice to meet you, too.”
--
Well. That settled it.
You couldn’t stay here. Couldn’t stay in the country, really, now that your worst fears had been confirmed. Jihyo would never forgive you, and not only for corrupting her younger brother, but for the desperate want and wish to do so again. It was almost enough to overmaster the guilt; this hot and throbbing desire that clawed your flesh and cut your sense to ribbons as you peripherally watched the man move methodically around the kitchen, preparing himself something to eat.
Jihyo yawned at your side and stretched out, the final credits of the movie you hadn’t attended to even a second of rolling across the television.
“Think I'm going to turn in,” she said, rising and scratching her tummy. “You’ll be alright here?”
“I’ll survive somehow,” you laughed gently, to which Jihyo smiled.
She blew you a kiss and padded away, patting Changbin’s shoulder as she passed him. “Night, kid.”
“Goodnight,” he replied softly, still tending to the gently sizzling pan.
At the corridor arch, she stopped and turned back, warm gaze flicking from you to her brother. “Hey. My two favourite people are under my roof tonight,” she grinned. “Could get used to it.”
With a giggle, she spun and strode off, her laughter carrying lightly down the hall.
Whatever your chance of going to hell, it surely just multiplied tenfold.
A thick and weighted silence blanketed the room as Jihyo’s bedroom door distantly closed; it felt all too quickly like you couldn’t breathe. Changbin kept with what he was doing, neither a glance nor word offered. Perhaps, like you, he didn’t know where to start. Perhaps he simply didn’t care. Another notch on his bedpost occasioned no more attention than the others, after all. Loathe to entertain either possibility and uncomfortable in your own skin, you rose and headed to the glass sliding doors of the balcony that overlooked the city, slipping quickly out.
Crisp night air caressed you entirely and was an immediate salve to the discontent. The penthouse view offered an unhindered panorama of the twinkling city, so far-reaching that it seemed to frame your worries differently: to put them into perspective. Gripping the cool metal balustrade of the balcony, you closed your eyes and took a lungful of fresh air, your diaphragm swelling and calming on the slow exhale.
You heard the glass door slide open slowly. Felt the warmth of dizzying heat at your back. Shuddered as calloused palms rounded your hips and settled over your tummy, closing you in a gentle embrace.
“Fancy seeing you here, boss,” he whispered, hot against the shell of your ear. “If I didn’t know better I might think you were stalking me.”
“But you do know better,” you said, doing a most pathetic job of keeping the tremble from your voice. “You’ve always known better, haven’t you?”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
“You knew I worked for your sister.”
Changbin hummed. “We both worked the wedding. I figured.”
“Did you know we were best friends?”
A moment of silence, his hands found yours and took them, trapping you in the snug hold.
“I did.”
“Changbin—”
“Why should it stop us?” he hissed, gravel in his voice. “You know as well as I do that there’s something here.” He flexed his arms around you; your insides coiled with want. “Something more.”
“You’re my best friend’s little brother.”
“And? Does that change how you feel about me?”
“It changes everything.”
He chuckled low. “Not everything, sweetheart. Your body still buzzes when I touch you.”
Soft lips traced the side of your throat, his frame so close around you, hot and solid. That a younger man could make you feel so helplessly vulnerable should not have been possible, and yet Changbin continued to subvert your every expectation.
“You want me,” he said. “I know it.”
“Doesn’t matter. We can’t—”
“Do you want to?”
“Changbin, you’re not listening. We can’t—”
A quick yelp slipped from you as the man sunk his teeth to the juncture of your shoulder, a sharp nip that left the skin tingling and moist.
“You’re the one that’s not listening,” he said. “I’m asking if you want me.”
Breathless with his attentions, aware that his hands were now gliding ever lower from your stomach to hips, hips to thighs, your exasperation was short-lived.
“Yes,” you whispered. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
Changbin grinned against your skin, patient hands making work of dropping your comfortable sweats and dipping to where you ached— to where you had ached since his last soothing visit.
“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He licked from your jaw to earlobe. “Now I’ll show you something that is.”
Changbin teased and touched and kept you so locked in his arms that not once during his ravishment were you allowed to look upon his face. Glittering urban landscape stretched out before you as he dropped to his knees and took to oral worship, and once sated of his fill took you over the metal balustrade. Your pants and groans of illicit delight carried over midnight air, the nip of chill he kept you shielded from by his arms strong around you. Incessant was the nagging that, at any moment, Jihyo could venture into the living room and through the glass bear witness to the sight of her brother gently pounding her best friend to the viewing pleasure of the city, and perhaps it was this regressively attractive thought that pushed you to orgasm once on the man’s tongue, a second time on his thick cock.
When the deed was done, Changbin kissed you sweetly and held you close. Head on his chest, the steady thump of his heart bounded strong under your ear, and the carnality of excitement melted to a gentle, moonlit afterglow.
“Don’t push me away,” he whispered. “Because I won’t go.”
Silence fell, and the bustle of the city far below in its frantic throes of life did much to soothe. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so vast a sin to fall for him. Perhaps all would be well.
Perhaps you were thinking wishfully, pathetically, selfishly.
--
 While under your best friend’s roof, her hospitality was not the only thing you sought to take advantage of.
Much of the next few days transpired with your pitiful sneaking around— how low the once so dignified had sunk. What was not so pitiful were the ways in which Changbin took you, and if there was ever any doubt as to which way you were falling, the quicksand at your feet made you sensible to it: you were sinking quickly, with no hope of a rescue. Changbin was unlike any other man you had yet engaged with, and you were frighteningly aware of the parts of you that he was slowly, irreversibly changing. Your body so attuned to his touch and trained to his wants would not be an easy thing to detoxify. Your heart so open and wanting would not be susceptible to close. Your life, so seemingly bland before him, would not be simple to colourise. And there was no doubt that there would be a need for detoxifying, closing and colourising, for whatever else this thing with him was, it most certainly wasn’t permanent.
On your knees in Jihyo’s Grecian bathroom at three in the morning was least among your preferred rendezvous points, but for Changbin, allowances were made. The man watched with an intense darkness as you worked the length of him with your lips, his shaft so slippery with your saliva as to make the glide most beautifully pleasurable. Stifling his wanton groans around his fist, the other hand kept hair strands from hindering his view of you. Through damp lashes you blinked up at him, ferociously eager to please and see that you were pleasing— Changbin hummed in sweet delight, “Feels so good, sweetheart. Fuck— Want to come in your pretty mouth.”
Such filthy sentiment would normally repulse—blatant pornography did not so much appeal to your age-softened soul—but for Changbin? Well; allowances. With renewed conviction and alight at the prospect of bringing him to euphoria, you hollowed your cheeks and closed your lips snug around him, drawing up and sucking down to his base, the head of his cock lodging the back of your throat when your bravery peaked. With a shudder and muffled moan, Changbin drew tight and fisted your hair, the last frayed threads of his composure snapping in time with his hips. Mindful of your state, he kept his thrusts controlled, the flex of muscled thighs speaking to a power that could no doubt leave your throat bruised should it be unleashed. Nonetheless, the man soon weakened and his motions stuttered, the swell of his rigid cock in your mouth presaged the warm leaking on your tongue. Viscous and salty, so far from pleasant, but keenly did you accept it from him. Again: allowances.
Blushed and out of sorts as he was, the man lifted you from your knees, kissed your mouth and cheeks and forehead and crowded you against the sink with fierce intentions of returning the favour: you held an insistent hand against his chest.
Confused, he pulled back. “Everything okay?” he asked.
“Fine.” You nodded. “Just— Bad timing.”
“Jihyo sleeps like the dead, she won’t hear us—”
“That’s not what I meant.”
His brow furrowed; you directed a pointed glance over his shoulder to the utility rack near the toilet, where a cardboard pack of tampons was opened.
“Oh.” He made a sound of realisation, worried his bottom lip a moment, then shrugged. “I’m down if you are.”
Had the shock of the offer not wrenched from you a hog-like snort of laughter, you might have noticed he was entirely serious.
“Behave. That’s not pleasant for anybody,” you said with a playful slap to his shoulder.
“We’ll agree to disagree on that one.”
“Wait— You’d really have sex with me on my period?”
Changbin blinked. “Sure.”
“Wow. The youth of today,” you laughed thoughtlessly, utterly oblivious to how his face had hardened as you planted a kiss on his cheek and made to leave the bathroom. A rough grip on your wrist stopped you from doing so.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he snapped.
“What?”
“Youth of today?” he mock-repeated. “As if my age dictates anything about me.”
You shook your head, baffled. “Changbin, that wasn’t what I— It was just a thoughtless comment.”
“Don’t lie. You’re implying that because I'm younger than you, I'm reckless. Stupid. The kind of young idiot that would enjoy period sex.”
“I mean; what we’re doing is reckless, but that’s not—”
“Oh yeah? You weren’t so concerned about that when you were bouncing on my dick, sweetheart.”
You snatched your wrist back from him. “What would you know of my concerns? Just because I'm sleeping with you doesn’t mean I'm not worried about it. Every time we do this, I'm on pins.”
“Why? Because Jihyo might catch us? At this point part of me wishes she would,” he hissed.
“It’s not just Jihyo.”
“Then what?”
Pinned under his insistent glare, it seemed the truth of things refused to be spoken. For all that Changbin was loving and kind, he possessed a streak of fiery determination that threatened to overshadow your own.
He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and stepped back. Perching on the side of the pristine soaking tub, he granted you space.
“Talk to me,” he said, sans the earlier heat.
“I just... There are things I'm not proud of. Things that I never would have compromised on before you.”
“Like what?”
“The age gap, for one.”
Changbin rolled his eyes.
“I know you think that my impression of you is formed by your age, but it isn’t. The way I think about you has nothing to do with how old you are. I think about you the way a lovesick teen thinks about her first crush, for fuck’s sake. It’s ridiculous.”
Changbin swallowed, eyes softening. “Why is it ridiculous?”
“Because I’m at a place in my life where I’m looking for something more. Something forever. I don’t necessarily want children right now, but one day I might, and that day will come far sooner than yours will.”
His gaze fell.
“The sex, secondly,” you said, voice hoarse. “It’s... different. I’ve gone from perpetual vanilla to all flavours imaginable, and it’s been completely exhilarating, but a part of me is ashamed. I can’t shake the feeling that these things we’re doing, the things you make me feel... they’re not for me. They’re supposed to be for fearless youth and beauty in its prime and I'm just invading the space like an unwanted pest.”
Changbin’s jaw hardened as his brow set into a frown. “Now that’s ridiculous,” he mumbled.
“I know. I do know that. But I can’t reconcile it. I’m sneaking around and lying to my best friend and letting you get away with things that would have been deal breakers for me before.”
“Deal breakers?”
“You knew what I was to Jihyo. You knew the whole time, but didn’t say a word. You lied to me.”
Changbin grimaced. “I didn’t lie to you. I just didn’t tell you.”
“A lie of omission is still a lie.”
“If I’d told you who I was, you wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with me.”
You almost laughed. “But that’s not true, is it? Look at us. Look at what we’re doing. I know exactly who you are and I still spread my legs for you. I make all these concessions that I would never have dreamed of doing for anyone else, but for you, I don’t think twice.”
“So, what?” He snapped. “I’m a bad influence?”
“On me, yes. You know that.”
He scoffed a breath, ran his hands through his black curls and dragged them down his face with a groan.
“Alright. I’m sorry I didn’t come clean about who I was,” he said. “I’m sorry I force you to compromise on what’s important to you. I’m sorry I fuck you so well you can’t stand it. I’m sorry—”
You swiftly crossed the bathroom and grasped his face with both hands, planting a hard kiss to his pretty lips. The grin that spread out across your mouth as his arms wound around your hips (for he was still perched on the tub) told of his mischievous streak. The man would drive you stark raving mad before anything else.
“You’re thinking about it all too much,” he said softly when your lips parted. “What we’re doing feels right because it is right. That's all it should come down to.” He stood and kept you close, smoothing hair from your face. “As for the sneaking around and lying... we can stop.”
Alarm lighting up your face brought him to a chuckle.
“I mean that we should tell Jihyo the truth.”
“Really?”
He shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“She could disown both of us and throw us out and never want anything to do with us ever again?”
Changbin nodded with a long sigh. “Right. That is the worst.”
--
When morning came it did so to the brilliant vibrancy of coral pink and soft orange. Watching dawn bloom through the glass walls of Jihyo’s penthouse felt a privilege undeserved; perhaps this would be the last time you ever did see it.
Changbin had stayed up the night with you, and had talked no more of the impending anxiety of what you were about to do. He talked instead of his and Jihyo’s childhood, of their parents and their lives, of his pursuit of fitness in America before returning home only several months ago, too sick with longing to stay away. Easy to relax to the gravelly tones of his voice and his mindless attentions of hand and lips, but the moment colour began to break through the night, silence took you both.
“It’ll be okay,” he whispered.
You nodded, glad that at least one of you was hopeful.
Jihyo’s bedroom door opened distantly, and with it, came the panic. Your heart took to a steady, strong pounding, exacerbated with her nearing steps until she appeared from the hallway, dishevelled and still bed-warm.
On the sight of you and her brother already awake, she stopped and rubbed her eyes. She mumbled something, then cleared her throat.
“Is this an intervention?” she croaked.
“Morning,” you smiled, albeit forced.
Changbin rose from the sofa and moved to her, taking her first in a soft hug. Jihyo blinked, thoroughly bewildered.
“Okay. What the heck is going on?”
“Come sit down,” Changbin said, leading her to where he’d been sat.
“Did someone die? I’m not awake enough for this.”
Changbin deposited her on the sofa and crouched in front of her, her hands clasped gently in his.
“I have something to tell you,” he began quietly. “And I want you to really try and hear me when I say it.”
Jihyo’s face drew sombre; well enough did she know her brother to be sure of his sincerity.
“What’s the matter? Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“No, no.” He shook his head. “It’s nothing like that. It’s...” He glanced at you, gestured with his head for you to come over from the window. You did so slowly, heart in your throat. Confused, Jihyo looked between you.
“It’s something I should have told you a while ago, but... Well. I’m sure you’ll understand why I didn’t.”
“Okay...?”
And with a deep breath, Changbin simply said it:
“I’m in love with your best friend, Ji.”
At first, the words were spoken and formed and merely floated about the marbled room lit by early sunlight, waiting to be grasped and understood. When you did, tears pricked and your breath caught hopelessly.
When Jihyo did, she blinked and went pale. After a second, she burst into a snort of laughter. “You know—” She slapped his shoulder. “I must be going nuts, because I swear it just sounded like you said you’re in love with my best—”
“I am, Jihyo. I love her.”
She fumbled and swallowed, the humour melting away. She looked to you, distress in her hazel eyes.
“It just happened,” you whispered to her unspoken questions. “I’m sorry.”
“B— But you’re—” She shook her head. “He’s not—” She stood up and shrugged off her brother’s attempts to calm her. “Really? You two?”
 You nodded. Changbin folded his arms obstinately.
“How?” she hissed. “When?
“Remember when I told you I'd met someone?”
Jihyo balked. “You were talking about my brother?”
“I didn’t know he was your brother. If I’d known I never would have—” You stopped yourself short, caught Changbin’s stern eye. You’d promised to tell the truth. “No. I still would have chased him. Even if I'd known. He’s not like anyone I've ever met. He’s—”
“He’s my little fucking brother,” Jihyo snapped. “My family.”
“I’m also a grown ass man in my own right, Ji, and I know what I want,” Changbin said. “We wanted your blessing, but we don’t need it.”
“Oh yeah? Do you need my roof over your head? Do you need my money?”
Changbin’s nostrils flared, but before too much more damage could be done, you intervened. Rushing to your best friend and entreating her, you took her hand.
“You know how much you mean to me, don’t you?” you asked. “How much I owe to you? How much I love you?”
Jihyo remained stoically silent, her lips pressed thin, her eyes trained to the wall.
“I would never put our friendship at risk if it wasn’t for something equally as important,” you continued. “And I do need your blessing. I need to know that you’re okay with me having this, because if you’re not, I'll walk away from it.”
“You will?”
“Of course.”
“But... Don’t you love him?”
You swallowed over the sticky emotion in your throat, and offered a gentle nod. Hard to know if it truly was love that you felt, but you imagined it to be as close as you’d ever before ventured, and that had to count for something.
“Have you thought this through?” she asked. “Like, really?”
“I have.”
“It’s not just—” She lowered her disappointed voice. “It’s not just sex?”
Mortified but committed, you shook your head. “It’s not.”
“And what about everything else?” she pressed.
Aware enough of what it was she implied, you nodded again. The age gap, the differences, the tumultuous clutch of Desire, the heart-breaking possibilities and everything in between— you had considered it all, and knew that the sweet promise of what life could be with him was worth the risk.
“Yes.”
Jihyo sighed and looked at you, and in her eyes the icy resentment had thawed to something far gentler; something you were more accustomed to seeing in her.
“It’s going to take some getting used to,” she said.
Hope fluttered in your chest.
“And there’s going to be some bloody ground rules if you both intend to stay here,” she added. “Not that I don’t doubt you’ve already broken them.” She shuddered, and then loud enough for her brother to hear: “Have you fucked on every surface or am I safe to have some damn breakfast?”
Changbin cackled and grinned, closing his sister in another tight hug that you made way for.
“Get your damn hands off me,” she laughed gently, swatting him away. “I don’t know where they’ve been.”
“You kind of do, actually,” he said.
Jihyo retched dramatically, spinning on her heel and making for the corridor. At the archway, she stopped and turned back.
Pointing a finger at you, she said, “If you hurt him, I'll cut you into tiny pieces and serve you as a hors d'oeuvre.”
She directed the same finger at Changbin and said, “If you hurt her, I'll slice off your bollocks and use them as a wine skin.”
She grinned broadly. “Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Sure.”
“Excellent. Now if you’ll excuse me, your sister-in-law is going back to fucking bed. Goodnight.”
With a flourishing wave, she marched off, leaving you to the reality of what just transpired. Changbin rushed you and heaved you into his arms like the princess he would evermore treat you as.
“How was that?” he asked excitedly between kisses. “Not so bad, right?”
“Really thought she was going to kill us for a minute there.”
“She still might.”
“What?”
“Well; I mean. We haven’t fucked on every surface.”
You eyed him warily, heat pooling in your gut. “And...?”
“And, she thinks we have.”
“So?”
“So,” he kissed you softly. “We should fix that. Before she sets the ground rules. Because I know what a stickler you are for those, darling.”
Melting in his arms and sinking into the luxurious quicksand of his affections, your mind turned to only one thing.
“Rules are rules for a reason,” you whispered.
Changbin hummed, low and lustful.
“Yes, boss.”
What of the woman that closed her door to Desire? To that, the answer is simple. A whirlwind of a man blustered his way through it, and Desire did as Desire does, overmastering all else that threatened to part them.
And they lived quite the happily ever after.
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luvyeni · 11 months
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Sorry if you’ve already done this! But could you please do a Changbin x fem!reader
When he’s to big for you in bed and he’s just sweetly ushering you and telling you how good your doing while your a sobbing mess saying you can’t take it and at the end he delivers good after care!? Sorry that was very specific😅
he knows he's too big for your little pussy , but he can't help it , the way your pussy tightened around what he had already pushed inside your hole , it just felt too good. "fu..fuck princess, you're so tight , fucking squeezing my dick."
you on the other hand , you're a mess , tears streaming down your face as he bullied his cock inside of you , he was stretching you out , but you didn't want him to stop , you were a sucker for pain. "ch..changbin, it's too much , i can't take it."
he knows you can take it , that's why he doesn't stop , fucking more inches of his cock inside you. "pretty baby you're doing such a good job , just a few more inches baby , i know your pretty little pussy can take just a few more inches."
once he's fully inside you , he stops , admiring his work. "look at you baby , you took all of me." he cooed. "look at that tummy bulge baby , you pretty cunt can barely fit me." his words alone , along with his cock stuffed inside you had you cumming around his cock ,without him moving.
he looked down , noticing the ring forming at the base if his cock. "well would you look at that baby." he rubbed your clit , your legs shook in overstimulation.
"my cock is so big , you came just from me stretching your pussy out , come on keep going , i wanna see you squirt on it."
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ddyskz · 7 months
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changbin who craves your taste
changbin who can't help but desperately eat you out
changbin who couldn't wait to get you alone to feel your puffy lips against his vibrating tongue
changbin who gets shaking pleasure from eating your pussy
changbin who gets hard while licking up your dripping juices
changbin who grips your thighs hard
changbin who knows how you like it
changbin who spits on your clit to rub it back and forth as he moans into your cunt
changbin who wants you to suffocate him with your thighs, squeeze his head between them
changbin who rolls his hips on the bed because he just needs some relief
changbin who feels his cock twitch as he spreads your lips so he can devour you
changbin who will fold you in half like a pretzel just to spread you wider for his tongue
changbin who never knew he could be this pussy drunk with his face stuffed in your cunt<3
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yoongihan · 7 days
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Happenstance - SCB - OneShot
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pairing: 3rachaChangbin x femcharacter
genre: travel au, fluff, smut, little angst, strangers to lovers,
romantic trope: love at first sight (inspiration from this reel)
word count: ~18k
rating: M
warnings: mc invites strangers to dinner amongst other things (DO NOT RECOMMEND), kissing, penetrative sex, ridiculous amount of haggis discussion, food and drink, some language, changbin with fluffy hair, dressed in hoodies. honestly, i don't think there's too much concerning in this one, apologies if I've missed something.
a/n: fic #4 in skz as romantic tropes collab with @jl-micasea-fics. in case you read my answers to asks, this is the first story i started that i didn't finish until yesterday (I apologize for every single mistake that i probably missed). which means, this took me over seven months. i have no idea why something as 'simple' as love at first sight required me to write nearly 18000 words!! anyway, um, hope you like it.
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You don’t really mind being alone. It’s a lot easier to just pack up your stuff, yourself and go on your adventures when you don’t have to consider another person and their preferences.
It gets lonely, but it works for you.
At the train station with your backpack and one rolling suitcase, waiting for your train in London at Kings Cross station that will take you to Edinburgh. It’s a long journey, over eleven hours, but you saved up and for the very first time, got yourself a sleeper cabin. There weren’t any singles available, as the classic cabin comes with twin bunk beds, but you figure the extra space can’t hurt. 
Who’d go with you anyway?
You bounce on the balls of your feet, waiting for the train. This experience is less about the scenery as it’s mostly at night, but the getting to sleep in a bed (the sleeper seats aren’t horrible, but they aren’t exactly great if you really want a good night’s rest) on a train is something you haven’t gotten to do yet. 
You like Scotland and you haven’t been since you started this work. Inverness sits at the top of Loch Ness, and there are so many picturesque places to visit once you’re there. Then you’ll take the train back, but during the day, so you get to see what you couldn’t on the overnight train. 
You have one earbud in, listening to a soft playlist you made mostly full of Sufjan Stevens, Fleet Foxes, and Band of Horses. Only one earbud as you need to make sure you hear any important announcements and you also really enjoy eavesdropping, especially when everyone has a much more interesting accent than you. You’re glancing back at the announcement board as though something might have changed in the last minute (it would just be the worst luck if it got canceled…what would you do in London…go to a museum or something?). 
The train is arriving and you just want to dance around like a fool. No one should be this excited to sleep on a train, but you are. As you queue behind a few others, you glance down the track, taking in the people who will presumably be sleeping near you. It seems like a diverse group, some people dressed nicer than you, as though they are having a work meeting on the train (with computer and phone cameras…maybe they are), some look like they might already have on their pyjamas. There are heads of grey and white, long plaits of blonde and red, fluffy short black hair. 
All types. 
You board and glance at the signage, looking for the arrows to connect you to cabin 25. Slipping past a family of three who are speaking in what sounds like German to your unknowledgeable ear, you glance at the descending numbers. 
There’s a small scanner on the door (how far tech has come), and you scan your phone over it, the QR code for your ticket allowing you access. As you open the door, you look down at the male voices coming from the other end of the carriage. 
There are three of them. 
In your travels, you see a lot of people, but unless it’s a commuter-type train during work or drinking hours, you don’t run into men of a certain age, and certainly not on an overnighter covering the length of England. 
Certain age being mostly like twenties, mid-twenties if you had to guess. And though you’ve definitely seen a good-looking man a time or two, it’s rare to see them en masse like this. One is carrying two duffle bags, his hair a wavy platinum blonde. He is attempting to pull out his phone and scan like you just had. The second one is whining about the first one taking too long. It’s not really complaining, because he wears a smile in between the pouts. In fact, when he glances over the third’s head, he sees you and smiles brilliantly. 
You smile back, embarrassed at being caught staring, but if you blushed every time you did something socially forward, you would be a permanent tomato. 
The door finally opens for them and that’s when the third one turns around, presumably because he noticed the second one looking at you. He’s the shortest, and even before he turns, you notice that he’s very broad from the back, despite the guitar case blocking your view. 
When his eyes meet yours, your brain definitely tucks away the recognition that he’s wearing black-framed glasses, eyes a warm brown, black hair curly and fluffy, completely dressed in a black t-shirt, black joggers, and black sneakers (a motif one might say). You see all of that, but it doesn’t really connect.
Because something happens. 
No lightning from the sky, or voice, or whatever occurs when something big changes. You’re just oddly aware that your heart is beating at a rate that only occurs when you're winded, that your anticipation has gotten more like anxiety, and you would very much like to ask his name. 
So you disappear into your cabin, not sure of anything anymore. 
“It said four.”
“Well, there’s two, Chan.”
“But it said four.”
You sit on the bottom bunk, watching the fading sunlight out the window, your heart rate seeming to slow down. The fact that you can hear your neighbors’ conversation doesn’t bode well for your sleeping tonight. 
But you always pack earplugs. 
“Must be a mix-up. Find a…what do they call them?”
“Station agent?”
“Porter?”
“Train guy?”
You cover your mouth so you don’t laugh too loudly at the final suggestion. You stand up and start to unpack your few things; pajamas, toiletries, two books, and journal. You can hear one of them opening the door and calling down the corridor. 
“Yes sir.” It’s a few minutes (you’ve actually journaled a whole page by this point) when there’s footsteps and a response. 
“I booked for three people, for one of the cabins with two sets of bunk beds.”
“Ah yes…” There’s a clearing of one throat. “We only have a small amount of those, and unfortunately the original train set for this journey had to be changed at last minute. Mechanical issues. You were refunded.”
“That’s not very helpful as I still have only two beds and three people.”
Another clearing of the throat. 
“Yes, well, the train is fully booked. I can supply another set of sheets and pillows.”
“You’re saying our only option is one of us to sleep on the floor?”
“I am very sorry, sir.”
There’s a couple of very very deep sighs. 
“Thank you anyway.”
The ‘train guy’ must leave because you hear furtive discussion; with foreign words you aren’t sure about, but it seems like ‘rock, paper, scissors’ has the same rhythm no matter the language.  
You are on the top bunk, eyes moving from your book to your door. 
It’s dumb, even for you, but you feel like you have to. You have decent intuition about people, at least on a level if they are dangerous or not. And none of your neighbors set off your warning bells or mental red flags. 
So you jump down and open your cabin door, leaving it open in case you need to run back in and like, hide due to extreme embarrassment. 
One deep breath and you knock on their door.
It opens and the blonde stands there, you can see the other two behind him. 
“Hey neighbor,” the blonde greets you with a weary smile, but a smile nonetheless. It makes you grin more easily.
“Hi,” you introduce yourself. “Sorry to eavesdrop, but I heard…” You wave with your hand at the beds in their room. “I have an extra bed.”
All three of them sort of freeze at your words. You don’t blame them. You are an unaccompanied female on a trip, talking to three men you don’t know. Offering a place to sleep to a stranger. 
“You…aren’t serious?” The one who had been whining earlier spoke up first. 
“I think she is,” the third one…the one you actually can’t look at closely right now (though his voice is enough to set your heart rate back up to jumpy). 
“I am.” You shrug. “I know it’s weird. I don’t know you guys. But there’s dinner in the dining car in like an hour. We could have dinner? Chat? Make sure none of us is a serial killer?” 
Are you asking three men out? 
“One of you needs a bed. I have one. It’s not a big deal.”
“It is a big deal,” says the blonde. “But…” He looks at his friends (you assume, maybe they’re all together which makes your proposal of dinner even more awkward), “We do need a bed.” He looks back at you. “I’m Chan. We’ll have dinner, and no hard feelings if you decide to take it back.”
His smile is warm and you would swear in a court of law that this man is one of the safest humans on the planet. 
“Deal.”
“Jisung,” He points to the one that had smiled at you so brilliantly. He grins again, but it’s shy. 
“Changbin.”
Oh. 
So you meet his eyes again for a second time, hoping you’re prepared. 
It’s still there, maybe less surprising because you are expecting it. You know his name now. You know that he still hasn’t smiled at you (which feels tragic somehow), but doesn’t look angry or disgusted by you (a triumph to be sure).
He seems perplexed, which you can’t blame him for. Your offer is certainly perplexing.
“Nice to meet you,” you stutter a little, but deliver your name without too much embarrassment. “So, I’ll see you in an hour?”
There are verbal affirmations and some nodding and you hurry back, wondering if you can even focus on anything other than the fact that you might be sleeping with in the same cabin with one of them later. 
You question yourself as you walk to the dining car (you did your makeup and now you think you’re a little silly), wondering if they’ll even show. Like how damn strange are you to offer a bed to three men you do not know? They probably don’t even want to be near you now.
There’s a host at the front of the carriage and you give him your cabin number. 
“I’m waiting on someone…s.” And your ability to speak has been hijacked by your nerves. You’ve spent the last hour in your cabin, earbuds in so you don’t eavesdrop on anything you might hear from next door (not that they only speak in English, but still. It feels invasive). Your mind has tumbled over itself trying to understand what you had done, had said, and the eeriness of how the third man affects you.
Changbin. 
He isn’t your type, as pointless as you think having a type even is. You’ve never found impressive muscles all that impressive.
But...
“Someones? How many?” The host asks you and you feel weirdly interrogated by him, like maybe he doesn’t believe anyone would be sitting with you. That you’d lie about something like that. For what? A table to yourself?
“Um, I think, three.” Confidence would probably be a handy thing right now. 
“Three?”
You open your mouth to reiterate the number of guests when you feel a presence behind you. And you know, even though this is the closest he’s ever been that it’s him. 
“Three,” he states, voice scratchy. You feel his gaze on you. “The other two are coming.”
You swallow and look over. 
But…he is really attractive. 
He’s wearing trousers and a button-down. The dining car does encourage more formal dress and you’ve even slipped on a skirt and nice top for it. His hair is still fluffy and he still wears the glasses, which makes him look way more scholarly than he had just an hour ago. 
“Hi.”
He hasn’t given you much to go on if he feels the same strangeness when you meet eyes or even if he is aware of you beyond that you exist. But there’s a lift at the corner of his lips, a hint of a smirk or smile and it’s devastating. 
“Hey,” he replies, still with that half-grin. “You look nice.”
Oh god, he complimented you?!
“Um, thanks.” You try and pretend that your brain can engage quicker than it is currently. “You do too.” You gesture vaguely. “I like the glasses.”
You do not know this man and yet when the half-grin grows into a full grin, maybe a touch bashful, it feels very familiar and comforting. Like you’ve never seen him smile before and it’s beautiful, but also, that’s exactly how you feel he should smile.
What the fuck is going on right now?
“Jisung can’t tie a tie to save his life, so Chan’s doing it for him,” he explains before looking at the host. “Can we sit or do we have to wait until they get here?”
“We prefer the parties to be all present when–”
“Sure thing.” Changbin makes eye contact with you again and you know that he’s amused at the level of formality the host is emanating. “We’ll be here.” He gestures for you to move over to the side so the next people waiting can move up. He follows and leans against the carriage wall next to you. 
He’s not uncomfortably close by any means, but there’s not ample amounts of space in trains, so he’s close.
He smells good.
“So, what brings you and um, your friends to Scotland?” you begin, willing confidence into your voice and posture. He’s watching the entrance to the dining car but glances at you, the mirthful turn of his lips coming back. 
“Ah, well, inspiration.”
You straighten up. You don’t know what you expected, but that wasn’t it. 
“Really? For what?”
He regards you for another second or two, like he’s seeing if you’re really interested, or if you can be trusted. 
“What’s your guess?”
Way to put you on the spot.
“Damn, that’s unfair.”
He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest (ARMS). “Yeah, how so?”
“Anything I say will be based on stereotypes. Like I met you an hour ago.”
“Still invited one of us to bed.”
His voice drops with those words and you wonder if he can see the shiver that goes through you (you try and not visibly react, but holy fuck). 
“Yes, well, no red flags.”
His eyebrows raise. “Really?”
You shrug. “Yeah. Unless my detection skills for serial killers are rusty.”
The half-grin again. “Hmm. How do you know your skills are even competent?” His eyes widened. “Have you met a serial killer?”
You laugh because he seems to legitimately think you might have. And there’s something really refreshing about the fact that he has no idea what field you’re in. Maybe you have.
“You first.”
He eyes you with concession. “Musicians. You?”
“Musicians? Really?” 
“No…” he points at you. “You have to say what you do.”
“No I don’t.”
That’s when his friends arrive, with you and a man you don’t know staring at each other in a mock-battle of wits.
“Interrupting something?” Chan says, nearly laughing.
“She…” Changbin starts then his shoulders drop. “I don’t even know.” He glares at you with no malice before going back to the host. 
“Hi again,” you greet them both. Also dressed in somewhat formal attire, Chan and Jisung are as handsome as the man you are thrown by. 
“Hi,” Chan replies and behind him Jisung waves in tiny . 
All of you are ushered to your table. You sit next to the carriage window even though it’s nearly too dark to see outside. There’s a moment of awkwardness as the three of them seem to nonverbally communicate as to where to sit. 
Changbin sits next to you. HIs arm brushes yours as he gets situated and it happens again: the heartbeat, the anticipation, but it’s mellower, more familiar. 
A server comes to the table and the next few minutes are spent in ordering food and drink. You all decide to get a bottle of wine to share.
“So, Changbin says your musicians?” you begin before taking a sip of the merlot, swishing it around in your mouth as though that would tell you something. You’ve done a wine tour or five, and you kinda get it, but you don’t really. It’s just wine. 
You can see both Jisung and Chan look at Changbin in surprise. 
“Oh, he did?” Chan asks, something underlying the innocuous remark. Teasing of some kind; as guys often do. “Yeah.”
“I saw a guitar.” They all look at you and you flush a bit. “I mean, when I saw you guys coming down the hall. There was a guitar case.”
“Observant.” You can just tell Changbin is paying attention. If only to figure out what you do.
“A bit.”
“Musicians…” Chan begins. “Is a little misleading. We can all play, but…” He takes a sip of wine. “We don’t play, like, one of us on drums, a bass, and an electric guitar.” 
“So, non-traditional.” You rest your chin in your hand. 
“We rap,” Jisung says, twisting his wine glass by the stem. “Me and Bin mostly, Chan does the beats, mixes.”
“Ohhhh.” You straighten up. “Okay, that’s awesome…so, do you have a gig in Edinburgh?”
“No, just to write,” Chan sighs. “We’ve been a little stuck lately and yeah.” He looks so despondent about it, so you pat his hand before taking another sip of your wine. He smiles at you like the physical comfort is normal.
“We have a deadline for a full album and we’re way behind,” Changbin explains further and you look over at him. 
“You all are represented and everything? That’s amazing.”
He waves it away as the other two verbally dismiss such an accomplishment. “What about you? What do you do?”
You grin at Changbin’s apparent annoyance that you’ve kept it from him for this long. The corner of his lips lifts in an almost smirk.
Fuck, it’s attractive. 
“Um. Content creator.”
There’s a collection of laughs from them.
“So are we,” Changbin says, leaning a bit closer. “Wanna be more specific?” 
You know you don’t have a great poker face, so when he gets that close, you’re sure all three of them can see that you’re affected. Your face heats, and your breath catches just for a split second.
When have you ever been this partial to a stranger before?
“Travel. Writer, vlogger,” you answer with a lift of your shoulders. He leans back and it’s like you can breathe easier. “I’ve never done a sleeper train before, so here I am.”
There’s a moment where they are all quiet, looking at you with various expressions of incredulity.
“You get paid to travel?”
You laugh at Jisung’s question. “Kinda? I mean, I go and make the content before I’m paid, hoping that someone will want it…monetize it, etc.” It’s always an interesting thing, to see what people think when you explain how you make a living. Some think you must be famous (not even close), or full of shit (maybe you are, but not about work), or some place along that spectrum. 
“That’s amazing,” Changbin speaks next, his tone more thoughtful than sarcastic or derogatory. 
“I’m jealous. I’m so freakin jealous,” Jisung pouts and then sips his wine. “Wait, so when you took a picture of the wine bottle and glass with your lipstick stain on it…it was for work.”
You nod. “It’s honestly the only time I wear lipstick. I kind of hate it most of the time.” You add credence to your words by wiping off your lips with a tissue from the tissue pack you always keep in your purse. Then doing the same to the glass. “Lipstick residue never comes off in the dishwasher…I used to wash for the local tavern in my hometown. The worst.” 
They’re all three looking at you again with various expressions. You think the expressions are positive, but you’ve only known them for an hour and most of that hour you were in your cabin, journaling. 
“Do you have a niche?” Chan asks, “Like a specific type of travel or anything?”
You shrug. “I like train travel. This is my first sleeper cabin, so that’ll be of some focus. But I have a few places in Edinburgh to capture as well.”
“And you can live off of this?” Changbin answers. “Why the fuck are we writing music?” 
You laugh with the others at his thunderstruck question. You turn a bit more toward him, watching how his gaze drops to your now-naked lips then back to your eyes. 
“Because you love it. I assume.” You feel your cheeks heat when he smiles at your sentimentality. The waiter returns to receive your orders, and you try not to smile too large that everyone orders something different. You hope they’ll let you photo each meal. 
“Why Scotland for inspiration?”
Both Changbin and Jisung look at Chan who shrugs, a bit sheepish. 
“Always wanted to. We spend most of our time in South Korea or Australia, so this seemed like something different.”
“‘Stairway to Heaven’ was written on Loch Ness, too,” Jisung offers.
“Yeah, in the house of the creepy af Aleister Crowley…” You lean forward and drop your voice. “You’re not going there, are you?”
“No,” Changbin chuckles. “But you know that story?”
“I’m full of useless knowledge,” you answer. 
“How long have you been doing this?” Changbin asks you. “The traveling and vlogging?”
“A while. The living off of it, only a few years.” You shake your head when he opens his mouth. “My turn. Tell me about how you three became rappers, musicians, a crew.”
“Gonna use it in your content?” Chan asks, a touch of amusement, but also more caution. 
You shake your head. “Not without permission. And usually my stuff is less with people and more places, food, drink. I will totally ask if I can take a photo of each of your meals.”
“I guess that’s okay,” Changbin says. “If you get part of my hand, though, I expect compensation.”
And with that joking remark, your eyes immediately focus on his hands. That’s not a feature you usually think much about in your attraction to men. It takes more about personality and smile, and maybe a lanky form. 
But it says everything about this whole strange experience that when you look at his hands, you actually shiver.
God, this is so damn weird.
“Of course,” You answer. “Also…you didn’t answer. How did you three meet?”
Again, both Changbin and Jisung look at Chan.
“You’re in charge, huh?”
Chan blushes, which is adorable. “I mean…kinda, but just cause I started us…”
“What he will never say is that he studied music production and then found us at the same school, basically said ‘fuck school let’s do our own thing’ and we’ve saved money on tuition and made money…though nothing like insane.” Changbin leans back in his chair, his arm falling to the back of mine before his eyes widen and he drops it. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ve already invited one of you into my cabin…What are social rules at this point?” You just have no filter today, but the answering laughter from them is comforting. “Since you asked me, what is your niche? Like love songs?”
“Rap love songs?” Jisung asks, mildly disgusted. 
“Love songs is a pretty wide spectrum,” you argue. “From unrequited, to innocent, attraction to just sex, broken hearts, betrayal, cheating. It’s all over the place.” Your question isn’t all that random. Out of the corner of your eye, you’re watching Changbin the moment you mention ‘love’ as though he might say or do something that’ll give you indication that he’s also feeling the same lunacy that you are undergoing.
Nothing. Nothing but just him listening and having a piece of the rustic bread dipped in olive oil the server placed on your table. 
“She has a point. We do write love songs if that’s the umbrella,” Chan says and Jisung pouts again, but while he’s chewing on the bread, his cheeks full, and he looks just like a small woodland creature. “But I wouldn't ever market them as love songs.”
“Doesn’t fit the hip hop crew vibe?”
Changbin snorts. “Not so much.”
“So. What do you write about?” You plop your chin in your hand. “I admit my rap and hip hop knowledge is less than my obscure trivia about Boleskine House.”  
Jisung speaks up, “Just stuff we’re dealing with.” He glances at Chan. “Probably more about growing up and figuring out who you are more than anything.”
“Relatable,” you reply on an exhaled breath. All three of them smile. “Sorry, that was pretty obvious. I guess everyone is still figuring it all out, huh?”
The food arrives a few minutes later and after you get the perfect shots of all the dishes (there are a few with their hands because it’s too aesthetic not to do so) the conversation turns to places to see and visit in Edinburgh and the surrounding areas, things to do, etc. 
“Oh, I’ll definitely try haggis,” you say. 
“Really?” Jisung makes a face. “Isn’t it like…gross?”
“I tend to try most food at least once. I’ve already done blood pudding.” Which means you have to explain it to them. The trio of disgusted faces makes you laugh. “It’s not bad with ketchup.” 
“Bin would probably do the same, though.” Jisung points at him with a beef-laden fork. “He eats anything.”
You turn to Changbin, noting the slight reddening in his cheeks and narrow-eyed glare he gives to Jisung. 
“It’s called being adventurous,” you say in support. “And food is a gift.” You gesture to your plate. “Case in point.”
“A gift?” Chan prompts. 
“I mean, we didn’t have to have taste buds, right? Like we could just have evolved or been created, whatever your origin stance is, without. Food could just be sustenance, something we do without thought, like breathing. But we have all these receptors that give us pleasure.”
“Or disgust,” Jisung says before taking another bite, the cheeks filling out again. 
“Is there pleasure without pain?” 
“Jeez, we got deep,” Chan says, chuckling.
“Could be your next song. The listener will think it’s about life or sex or whatever, but it’s just the three of you debating about food.”
“Life or sex or whatever?” Changbin repeats, turning a little toward you. You make eye contact (maybe you’ve had too much wine), eyebrows up in curiosity. He gestures that you should continue. 
“All literature, and I’d include lyrics in that, boils down to being about love or death. Or simply sex or death.”
Again, it might be the wine, but you swear that when you mention sex his eyes focus more on you. There’s just a slight flicker. 
“And that’s not an original,” you quickly say before going back to your meal. “I learned that in the infinite amount of Lit classes I took in college.” 
“I guess that’s true.” Chan looks thoughtful. “Our songs about identity and growing up is pretty much about doing what you can before death.”
“Speaking of getting deep,” Changbin says. “We should go back to talking about food.” 
“Or pleasure?” Jisung teases. 
Chan cuffs him on the back of the head. He just grins at his friend like being physically chastised is commonplace. 
Probably is. 
It’s brief, the moment of melancholy that hits you when you think of this three-person friendship and how so much of what you do is solitary. 
You blink it away and take another bite of your sea bass, listening to them discuss Edinbrugh castle and the village they have an AirBnb in after two days in the city. 
“Please?” Jisung whines. “We can share the molten chocolate cake?” 
Chan rolls his eyes. “But I don’t want any.”
“I’ll share it with you, Jisung,” you offer. “That or the cheesecake sounds really good.”
“We could do both.”
You giggle at his excited expression. “We could do that.”
“Amazing,” Jisung is thrilled. “You are amazing.” 
“I am often lauded for my sweet tooth.” 
“Only for your sweet tooth?”
The lower tone makes you look at Changbin again. Chan is ‘scolding’ Jisung on the other side of the table about too many sweets and how he’ll be hyper and not sleep, so for the second time this evening, it looks like you and Changbin are speaking alone. 
“Only?” you ask to clarify.
He grins. “I mean, you just used the word ‘lauded’ in regular conversation. I feel like you might get compliments in general.”
“For using big words? Or weird ones? Not really.” 
“Well.” He regards you for a few seconds, eyes not leaving your face. “It’s impressive.”
Your face heats before you can deflect and you drop your gaze because his is overwhelming. 
“Thanks.” 
Dessert is ordered and when received, devoured (even by Chan). When the bill comes, there’s an argument about letting them pay for you, which is won by Jisung saying that since he ‘bullied’ you into getting dessert with him, they should cover it all. You acquiesce only because you convince them to let you get breakfast tomorrow morning (wow, isn’t that suggestive). 
You’ve never been walked to your door before by three men. Granted, they’re just next door and you’ve also never been walked to a train cabin door before. But you recognize that if anyone paid attention to your little party, they might be envious.
You’re kinda envious. Of yourself.
Three of you pause at your door. Jisung continues to the cabin before realizing that everyone else has stopped and readily looks abashed as he comes back the six feet. 
“So,” you begin, scanning your phone over the pad on the door. “I don’t think any one of us is an axe murderer.”
There’s a collective chuckle.
“Who uses axes anymore,” Jisung says before considering. “I don’t suppose that really helps my case.”
Chan pops him lightly on the back of the head again. “I think,” he says to you. “That whoever can just sleep on the extra bed. We’ll keep all our stuff and such in our cabin. If you’re still okay with this. It’s really alright if you’re not. Ax murderers or not, it’s your space.”
You glance at Changbin, remembering the warmth of his arm when it pressed against yours randomly through dinner. 
“That’s fine. I guess brushing your teeth in front of a stranger is pretty weird.”
You hear Changbin’s snort of amusement before looking at him again. It’s hard not to stare at him. It was actually good he sat next to you during dinner, so you had to make the effort to look at him, so it was easy to tell and force yourself not to. Because that’s what you want to do. Memorize everything about him. The line of his jaw, the placement of his dimples when he grins, the rapid-fire of his laugh. 
God, you’re going to need some serious time to process what is going on with you. 
“Yeah, just knock whenever,” you continue, forcing yourself to look away from him. “I’ll probably stay up for a bit to journal and take some notes.”
You don’t ask who will be using the empty bed in your cabin. It’s too weird, beyond what this already is, but you are trying not to give away the way one man keeps stealing your attention and focus. 
You have never done a one-night stand and you don’t think that in a train cabin next to his friends would be a good place to start. 
You bid them a good night and enter your cabin. You lean on the closed door and let out a huge sigh before hurriedly getting ready for bed in the worry that maybe one of them will show up soon.
Also, you probably don’t need all your underthings just out to be seen.
You settle in your pajamas (sweatshirt and shorts because you always forget to buy fun pjs) and situate your laptop and journal in the bottom bunk. More time passes than you think it would take a guy to get ready, but it is kind of early to go to sleep, so you work on just focusing on organizing and writing copy for what you captured today. 
You’re working on describing your supper in good detail when there’s a knock on your cabin door. 
You almost fall in your stumble to get to the door, opening it and staring.
“Hey.”
Changbin, dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and nylon shorts, stands there, the half-grin in place. He has a small backpack over his shoulder. 
“Hi.” You step back to let him in, watching as he closes the door behind him. “It’s a good look.” You speak before thinking. 
He laughs, leaning on the door. “Thanks, I try.” His eyes drop to take in your sleepwear. “Also, a good look.”
“Scantily-clad lingerie is so overrated.”
“Is it?”
God, you really shouldn’t have wine.
“Um, I took the bottom bunk.” You point to the beds. “Hope that’s okay.”
“It’s your room. I’m just grateful to not have to sleep on the floor. Or try and drown out Jisung’s snoring.” He moves easily toward the beds, climbing up to the top, slinging his bag on the mattress. 
“No axes in there?”
He plops down, legs having over the side and his grin widens. “Just a tiny one. In case I need to defend myself.”
“From me?” 
“Or Dementors.”
It’s easy to laugh and it decreases the tension a little especially when he swings his legs as you move back to your little nest on your bed. 
“So. What’re you doing?” He moves so he’s laying down and looking over the side of the bunk at you. You look up, finding the fact that you chose to put the man on top of you (with space and a bed in between but still) probably a dumb dumb idea. 
“Working. Or more like brainstorming. I still need to figure out where I want to go, when, how, etc. I make itineraries, but really flexible ones because if I’m too rigid, I don’t have fun.”
“Makes sense.” He goes quiet for a second. “Can I…be really self-involved for a second?”
“Absolutely. It’s encouraged.”
He grins again and hurries down to the floor next to where you have tucked yourself in. He gestures to the open space at the foot.
You nod and he sits before offering wireless headphones. 
“Want to listen to something we finished last week?”
“Absolutely,” you say again, reaching out with almost ‘grabby hands’. He laughs at your enthusiasm and leans in to place the headset over your ears. Your smile fades with him that close. It’s a move, it has to be. There’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. His face is about a foot or so away from yours and you want to touch his cheeks and feel if they are soft and smooth like they appear. He meets your eyes once the headphones are in place and there’s a softness in his curled lips. 
You absolutely want to kiss a stranger. 
He sits back and opens his phone to press play. “Too quiet?”
The instrumentation is soft, so you nod and he presses the side of his phone a few times before you nod again. 
You aren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t this. It’s not hip hop, with its intense beats and rhythm. There is synth and piano at a much softer, flowy-ier tempo. 
“Oh it’s pretty,” you say quietly. He smiles but then looks down at the phone as you listen. You wonder if he can sense where you are in the song with just watching the time counter move along. 
You wonder who does the higher notes, whose voice is harsh and rough, who sounds more like he could be in a choir. 
The song ends abruptly and you startle at it, glancing at Changbin. 
“We don’t have the ending quite right yet.”
“I think it should fade out,’ you say, again without thinking. “I mean, I know nothing about how to put a song together–”
“But you like music, so noted.” His smile is warm. “You liked it?”
“Very much. It’s…what I could understand cause I assume Korean?”
“You assume correct.” 
“It’s about dreams changing? Like how you wanted one thing and you realize that what you wanted has changed into something perhaps less impressive, but still matters to you?” Your eyes widen as you remove the headphones. “Or I could be projecting.”
He chuckles and reaches out for the headphones, his hand touching yours and you try to not shiver at the errant contact (can you still blame the wine?).
“No, that’s there. Maybe not as thought out as what you just said.” He fiddles with the headphones. “You’re really smart.”
“No. I just overthink.”
He makes a face at you, disapproving. “You’re smart. Take the compliment. The lauding.” 
You look away, feeling flushed. “Thank you.” Then you look back. “It’s really beautiful, Changbin. Like I was going to search for your music anyway, and listen and then decide how to tell you what I thought without being like super judgy or whatever, but wow.”
“Thanks.” He nods to your computer. “I showed you mine, you show me yours?”
The terminology (innuendo, wtf) makes you feel more than you should about trading work content with someone, but you nod and turn your laptop around, finding your YouTube channel and choosing a video from last year when you were in Barcelona, walking around to see every Anton Gaudi piece of architecture. He watches, occasionally glancing up at you.
“You don’t show yourself much.”
“Oh, yeah, well, it’s not about me. It’s about the experience. No one needs to see me to see the food, the sights.” 
“But they can hear you.” You do narrate quite a bit.
“Well, that’s done mostly after because then I can figure out what I want to say, clearly.”
“You have a nice voice.”
“Oh. Thank you.” You point to his phone. “Which voice are you?”
“Which do you think?” 
“That’s not fair. Our speaking voices don’t always match our performing ones.” You pout and he grins. 
“Guess.”
You sigh as though it’s a burden and he chuckles, eyes back on the video. 
“The low one. Like the raspier one.”
He smirks. “Good guess.”
“It’s nice. Like rough, but soothing too?” 
He stares at you as the video ends. 
“What?” Now you’re even more flustered. 
“Dunno. Kinda fascinated.”
You want to ask him. Does he feel it too? This weird something between you. But you actually think that might make the strange occurrence of him sleeping above you even more awkward. 
You turn your laptop back around and look at the screen like you can focus on anything but him. 
“I, uh, won’t be up much longer,” you begin, stuttering a bit as you can still feel his eyes on you. “So you can sleep soon.”
“We tend to late hours, the guys and me, so it’s more like I might keep you up.”
Your eyes dart to his, the tension back so strongly that you actually curl your fingers into the bedding as though it might keep you from reaching out to touch him. 
“Oh.” Smooth, very smooth.
He sits back, but doesn’t make any move to remove himself from your bed. “So…I feel like you should definitely see us at some point. Like come to Linlithgow when we’re there.”
“I should?”
He nods, resting on the opposing wall. HIs feet are still off, but the rest of him is on your bed. It’s intimate, a sleepover with a friend. 
A really attractive friend.
“Like after you do what you need to in the city…?” He glances at his hands then at you. “If you want.”
“I wouldn’t not want.”
He laughs.
“Sorry, that was terrible English,” you wave it away. “I wouldn’t want to disturb you guys though. You’re doing this to work.”
“Inspiration comes from all types of things. Including new people.” He looks like he might say more, but moves to get off the bed and you feel it acutely. “Besides,” he says as he starts back up into his bunk. “It shouldn’t all be work, right? All work, no play and all that?”
Why does he have to look so appealing saying the word ‘play’? You are so very tempted to say something about him staying in your bed, to play, to tease, to taste.
Too much. 
“Something like that.” If he hears the tremor in your voice, he doesn’t comment. 
You hear him settle in the bed above you and you try to focus on your work, though it’s not easy, hyper-aware of him as you are. 
“Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“This is dumb, but I’m really glad I got to meet you guys.”
There’s rustling and you look up to see him peer at you over the side of the bunk. He’s grinning. 
“It’s not dumb. And same.” Again he looks like he might say something else, but he just winks at you. “G’night.”
“Night. Sweet dreams.”
“Yeah, I hope so.” He laughs and rolls back over. You continue to do what you can; listening to the tinny sounds of whatever he’s vibing to on his phone, hearing each shift he makes in bed. You make decent progress and plan to record the audio sometime in your hotel room tomorrow night. You close down all your electronics, before getting up and moving to turn off the lamp light on the small table by the door. You carefully make your way back to your bunk.
“Again, night, neighbor.” His voice is impossibly lower and it makes you jump even if you assumed he wasn’t asleep yet. 
“Good night, Changbin.”
You curl up under the duvet and look outside at the pitch-black dark night before pulling the cord for the blinds and closing your eyes. 
When you wake up, the sun is just peeking over the horizon, the light diffused through the blinds right next to where you sleep. Despite being a little concerned that you might not sleep since you have a cabin mate, you actually wake feeling decently well-rested. Not that you are happy that the sun is making itself known in your face, but it isn’t the worst wake-up call. 
You stretch before reaching for your phone. You hear a deep inhale and it makes you freeze in your movements.
Right. A near-stranger slept in your cabin.
You stare up at the underside of the top bunk, mentally reviewing everything that happened yesterday. 
You are no closer to understanding why you feel so drawn to the man in your cabin than you were yesterday. 
With a sigh, you push yourself out of bed, stretching again once you’re on your feet. You move to the other side of the window, moving the blinds just enough so you can see out. 
It’s hard not to smile at the landscape that rushes by. The rolling hills, the sparse trees, the rock walls and hedges that provide simple borders. 
You hear the shifting in the top bunk and quickly drop the blinds.
He says your name, voice low and rough from sleep.
It takes you a second to respond, to make your voice not sound at all affected by just how much hearing him say your name in that tone warms you to near scorching. 
“Morning.”
You see him peer over at you, face flushed from sleep and eyes all squinty. 
It’s as devastating as when he’d been dressed up last night. 
“Time’isit?” he slurs, voice low and rumbly. 
“Not quite seven.”
He groans and rolls to his back. “Why up?”
You chuckle at the sleepy caveman speak. “Just woke up. Go back to sleep. I’ll be quiet.”
He snorts, rolling back over and propping himself up on one elbow, cheek to hand. “It’s your room. I can go back next door.” He blinks a few times as though you might be finally coming into focus. He smiles, as sleepy and cute as can be. “Though Ji and Chan might be violent if I wake them up.”
“Wouldn’t want you harmed,” you reply, and waves dismissively. “Go on, go back to sleep.”
He nods slow before letting his arm drop with the rest of him. You wait to see if he’s going to say more, but you hear the even breathing after a few seconds and it makes you smile. 
Seems like he’s good at that.
You gather your things for the day to take to the bathroom compartment down the hall (having showered the night before, but you aren’t about to change in the same room even if he is asleep). When you get back, you do some simple skincare and makeup before starting to pack everything up for disembarking in a few hours. 
There’s a loud thump sound from the other side of the wall, then muttered words (not English, you assume Korean) before another voice joins in and it’s not horribly loud, but it is noticeable. 
The other two must be awake.
“Changbin?” you say softly, not wanting to shock him awake. You move over to the bunks, again saying his name. Then you lightly touch his shoulder.
He hums before blinking his eyes open. He grins at you. 
“Missed me?”
“Of course.”
His eyes widen because you don’t argue and that makes you laugh. You point toward the wall. 
“Your friends are up.”
He turns, hair sticking out in all directions as he listens to the muted voices of his bandmates. He nods before sitting up. He searches the bedclothes before finding his phone. He points down toward the small nightstand. You grab his glasses as he opens his mouth.
“Can you–” He stops when you hand them to him. “Oh.”
You chuckle again and walk back to your suitcase, zipping it up and starting to fill your backpack with your journal and laptop and other vlogger accessories. 
“Hey.”
You look over to see him climbing down. He runs a hand through his hair, before shrugging.
“Thanks.”
“Oh. You’re welcome.” You feel your face heat with embarrassment. “Truly not a problem. Thanks for not being an ax murderer.”
He laughs before grabbing his bag from the carpet and moving toward the door. He pauses as he opens it then offers you his phone. 
“I…I can text you when we head to breakfast? If you want?” He is blushing slightly and you feel an immense amount of gratitude that he initiates the exchanging of contact information. You had been mulling over and over about the best way to make sure you could keep in contact with your next door neighbors (especially Changbin) and how not to make it obvious that you are interested (unless you should make it obvious…cause you are…right?…this weird connection is just…attraction…of some strange degree?) or awkward.
You nod to ease his discomfort and take his phone, fingers brushing and that definitely elicits some frissons. You input your number and hand it back. 
“Okay.” 
“Okay,” he says before giving you a large grin and heading out into the hallway. You look around the door to see and make sure he gets into his room. The door opens after he knocks and there’s a loud ‘Hyung!’ before he’s pulled in. 
You let out a breath.
Breakfast (preceded by a short ‘hungry?’ text from an unknown number - now not unknown) is much more relaxed than dinner was, the guys chatting about the cabin and decent sleep though Chan does complain about Jisung’s snoring to which Changbin who sits next to you again, says that you don’t snore with a familiar grin, discussing if they should store their bags and immediately go to Ediburgh castle, or check in at their hotel first then go.
As Jisung rants about how heavy their equipment is after prolonged carrying, Changbin leans over to you.
“Kinda silly, but promise me something?”
Is this it? Is he going to say something about the weird link that you feel…that he feels it too?
“Maybe.”
He scrunches up his nose at your cryptic response. 
“Don’t have haggis without me? I need moral support.”
It’s so not where your brain went that you have no idea what expression is on your face, but you laugh at the surprise of the request because only you are spiraling about this whole thing. He seems blissfully unaware.
Lucky him.
“I can keep that promise.”
He smiles back, squeezing your arm which repeats the tingles from earlier but more of them and you watch him, to see if anything in his face or reaction gives anything away.
Are you just the one losing your mind?
Perhaps it’s good that you’ll be on your own for a few days in the city before deciding whether or not to go meet up with them in Linlithgow (you refuse to admit that it’s 100% likely that you will). Maybe time away from him will fix your brain. Or whatever has you in such confusion. 
You all return to your respective cabins as arrival time is ahem, arriving soon. 
Changbin pauses by your door as the other two continue to their cabin. You stop half-way into the room. 
“Yes??”
He presses his lips together. “Nothing. Just seeing that you get in safely.”
“Going for the knight-in-shining-armor role?”
He doesn’t answer your teasing immediately, expression more contemplative. 
“Maybe.” There's a quick smile at the end of that, like he knows he’s being as cryptic as you were earlier. He takes a step closer, probably the closest that he’s been face-to-face with you. “That okay?”
Your breath hitches at his nearness and he has to hear it. His smirk is subtle, not as confident, but far more enticing. His eyes drop from yours to your mouth and back up so quickly that you almost believe you made it up.
But when he steps back, you’re sure you didn’t. Which means the butterflies in your stomach are not alone. 
Maybe he has a few too.
“Yeah. That’s okay.”  
He nods before walking to his cabin, looking back once then entering. You do the same. 
The train reaches Edinburgh Waverley station within the next twenty minutes and soon you are back on solid ground, less than 24 hours later, but, as you stand with the guys as they check their phone GPS, it is a very different you than previous. 
Even if it’s only you and not him. 
“So…” Jisung begins once they have decided they know where they’re going. “We’ll see you?”
You smile. “Most likely.” You glance at Changbin who raises his eyebrows. “Probably yes. I’ll let you know.”
“Have fun, then. Be safe, yeah?” Chan says and comes over to hug you like that level of familiarity has been established between all of you. You don’t mind. Not a bit, and you’re grateful that he is so unawkward about it. He’s warm and smells good, like sun-warmed grass. He releases you before hefting the guitar over his shoulder and heading toward the street level. Jisung, notably more reserved, waves at you before following Chan. 
You look at Changbin who hasn’t looked away. Feeling bold because ‘what the hell’, you open your arms in a blatant hug invitation, and he laughs before sliding off his shoulder bag and coming up to wrap his arms around you.
Oh god in heaven, wow. 
Chan was warm, but Changbin is searing. The weather this far north is chilly and though you’ve dressed for such a change, Changbin is far better as a heater than your hoodie. You hope you’re not being creepy when your eyes close and you breathe in; spicy and floral. You feel him turn his head a bit, his arms tighten, but then he lets go almost abruptly. You feel a whine at the back of your throat but you swallow it down. 
He tucks his hands into his pockets.
“Text once and awhile. Okay?” His smile is sheepish. “So this knight doesn’t worry.”
“Will do, Mr. Knight.” 
He jogs off, bag back on his shoulder, after his friends and they soon disappear among the crowd of morning commuters. 
You have many things to do but you don’t immediately start because if only for a moment, you feel bereft.
You spend four days in Edinburgh. You go to the castle though you’ve been before because it really is one of the loveliest sights in the country. You take your camera to The Writers Museum, showcasing it because it’s super interesting and also free admission. Not free really because you buy a ridiculous amount of souvenirs from the gift shop. You tell yourself and your followers that you’ll use them as gifts, even offering a few as a giveaway. 
You (on encouragement from a few comments) decided to do one of the haunted walking tours (there are several to choose from), checking with those in charge that your recording will not be a problem. They seem delighted for the free publicity and some spooky tales or shots will be a lot of fun.
You temporarily forget that you don’t like scary things.
It’s halfway through the tour and you are doing your best to record, listen and not gasp in terror or cover your ears like a child who doesn’t like what they are being told. You know your heart is pumping so fast because you feel it and why did you do this to yourself?
There’s a split second of you wishing Changbin was with you and hugging you again because that is your most recent memory of feeling safe. Hugs are naturally just a wonderful thing, but his had gone beyond that.
In your time alone in the city, you’ve given some thought to the strange draw you have to a stranger (though less of a stranger now). You definitely have found random people you run across in your travels as attractive. You aren’t blind. Beauty in people is just as soul-reviving as beauty in landscape and architecture. 
You’ve dated, but not lately. Your job can keep you away for periods at a time and though you’ve never been seriously tempted to be unfaithful, your partners have been more paranoid. That lack of trust bothered you more than any idiosyncrasies in dealing with combining two lives together. 
You have never seen someone in passing and felt like if you didn’t meet, didn’t talk, didn’t have a moment to interact; that you would spend your days living in regret. The desire to know someone has never possessed you at any point that you can remember. And now that you do know him a little? It just makes you want to know more. In a mental list, you have questions you want to ask him. 
He’s texted you. Photos of their time in Edinburgh; the castle and classic tattoo performance, all the food and drink, the statues that he and his friends sometimes pose like or with. You’ve texted back comments and suggestions. You’ve sent photos you wouldn’t use on your platforms; silly ones that would make the blooper reel if you had one for your life, ones that are just moments in your wanderings that you think he might like. You exchange song recommendations. You didn’t know he’d also like ballads, and softer songs. 
You’ve looked them up on youtube (they never mentioned their group name, but a search of ‘chan, jisung, changbin’ only brings up one group) and listened to their songs. It’s not your typical listening, but you like it. You buy an album digitally and when you just walk through the streets, you pop in your earbuds and listen to them. You look up lyrics when you have a moment, Korean being the dominant language in all their songs. You mull over the themes of their work, it makes you add new mental questions to that list. 
You get a photo of their little Airbnb when they are in Linlithgow. There’s pictures of the sun reflecting on the loch, the castle in the distance. Chan in front his laptop with music making paraphernalia. Jisung with his forehead furrowed, scribbling something on paper. 
Changbin making a duck face selfie.
>>Haggis soon?
The text comes in when you are in your inn room, editing more recent footage. Your time is coming to an end in the city and you’ve not said anything because you aren't sure they, or he, will still want you to come visit. Your original plan was to stay only a few days, maybe a day trip somewhere near, and then get back on the train to London. 
Plans change.
<<if you still want to? you’re supposed to be writing great masterpieces.
>> (pout emoji) 
<<not going well?
>>it’s okay. it’s really peaceful here and i get distracted by just sitting on a bench, watching people. 
<<i know for a fact that’s good for inspiration.
>>you’re avoiding answering my question. Are you coming to see us?
<<I booked a room for tomorrow night. Celebratory haggis for dinner?
>>YES
You’ve adjusted your train ticket back to London, giving yourself more time, but you can’t help but wonder what will happen when you go back home and he goes back to Korea. 
When you first ran into the trio, you weren’t nervous because you didn’t know. This time around, your heart is prematurely thumping like you’ve run all the way from Edinburgh. You’ve checked into your room at the pub/inn you’re staying at, then back on the street to view the centuries old architecture. It’s definitely a wet day, the clouds are ominous, so you’ve thrown your umbrella into your backpack and layered under your hoodie. 
You have plans for dinner with them; a local restaurant that the owner of their Airbnb recommended. There’s no reason for you to see them before that. But despite that knowledge, you keep your eyes peeled (what a weird phrase, honestly) for any familiar sightings. 
You walk along the street, trying to remember to look down because the streets are not even in these old villages and you wouldn’t say you’re clumsy, but you wouldn’t say you’re grace personified either. The buildings are magnificent though. The style sends you back to books you’ve read about tiny villages and murder mysteries that never scare you, just make you want to live in a cozy place and live a cozy life. 
You pause in front of the third pub you’ve passed by, wondering if going in for a drink would settle the buzz of nerves currently rippling through you. 
You hear your name.
You turn to see Changbin jogging up to you with a grin on his face, and he’s pulled you into a hug before you can piece together that he’s on his own, without his friends. 
“You didn’t say you were here yet,” he says, voice muffled by your hair before he draws back, still grinning. 
It’s stronger, the tether that you’ve felt since first laying eyes on him. You want to kiss him. 
Like really really want to kiss him. 
The urge startles you and you take a second to smile back, to cover that insane desire. You barely know him. What you know, you like, but you need to chill. 
“Hi.” 
Good job. Real eloquent and normal.
He laughs and squeezes your arm before letting go. He’s wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a backwards snapback. 
It’s so casual and normal, and you feel a bit light-headed.
You almost move to hug him again. 
“Where’s the rest of 3racha?”
He shrugs. “Ji is currently down the rabbit hole of youtube, and Chan is frustratedly working on a track and does not want any outside input at the moment. I decided to go for a workout.” He smiles again, tugging on the straps of his gym bag that’s hanging on his shoulder.. “And I found you.”
His smile drops when you don’t say anything. 
“I mean, unless you’re working right now? I’m sorry. You probably are and–”
“No, I’m sorry, I just…” You trail off, trying to figure out how the simple ‘I found you’ with that amount of sincerity destroys you, in all the best ways, and you can’t share that with him. “I’m kinda always working, so please, distract me.”
That pretty rose color lightens his cheeks and you wonder if maybe your words carried more underneath them than just a casual ‘let’s hang’ vibe.
“Wanna go work out?” he asks, teasing. You look down at your all-terrain boots and jeans then back at him. “No?”
“I guess these aren’t god-given?” You poke his arm, trying not to laugh when he flexes. You think it’s probably instinctual. 
He eyes you suspiciously but there’s still that hint of smile on his lips. “Nope. Requires maintenance.”
“My maintenance is just the walking I do for work.”
He nods. “Wanna walk then?” He zips up his windbreaker, seeming okay with the change in plans. 
“You don’t…don’t you want to go build muscle or something?”
He shakes his head. “Not right now.” He nods in the direction you were heading. “Come on. I’ll show you a nice spot.” He takes your hand and starts walking. You don’t resist.
Why would you?
His hand is warm, a little rough with calluses (probably from those beloved barbells). He’s speaking but for a few seconds you don’t comprehend because it’s been ages since you’ve had your hand held; nothing beyond a handshake or someone maybe helping you in and out of a mode of transportation. 
And it’s just so nice. 
“We haven’t tried there yet.” His words finally come into being understandable, even though you are still fixated on your hand in his. “But I want to. I think pubs might be one of my favorite things about the U.K.”
“No pubs in Korea?”
He takes you down a narrow street, cobblestoned and a little smelly. The wind picks up because of the condensed space and you shiver. 
“You’ve never been?”
“To Korea? No. Not yet.” It’s on your list. As is most of east Asia. Perhaps now, knowing them, you might put your focus on affording that type of trip. 
“Pubs aren’t really a thing. Not like here. There’s bars, restaurants that you drink in, but it doesn’t quite have the same laid-back feel.” He pauses at the curb, waiting for a cab to pass. Then he continues on, still holding your hand and you think it’d be really easy for him to lead you anywhere. 
“Same. I mean, for the States. We have bars, clubs. I feel like coffee houses are close to the same vibe, but generally no alcohol.”
He’s led you to a small park, complete with wrought iron benches and trees that if it was spring or summer, would be full of green. Full of leaves and would block the view of the still lake beyond the bank.
“Oh.”
“Right? It’s really pretty.” He tugs you toward one of the benches that faces the lake, where the reflection of the local castle is near perfect, minus a few rolls that warp the shape of the towers when wind touches the water. He sits and you sit, staring at the picturesque beauty. 
He lets go of your hand and you have to hold yourself back from taking it again.
You pull out your GoPro, opening it before getting up to find a few angles. 
“I watched some of your videos. When are you putting up the Edinburgh ones?”
You frame the castle reflection before capturing it digitally. “Probably in a day or two. It takes awhile to edit and do the voiceover. Also…” You glance back at him. “I don’t like to post when I’m in the same place. In case there are any–”
“Ax murderers?”
You smile. “Yeah.”
“That’s smart.” He leans back on the bench, letting his small gym bag fall to the ground. 
Manspreading is something you normally despise, especially on public transportation, but as with everything else, Changbin is the exception. 
An image of you climbing onto his lap flashes through your mind, and you spin around to look back at the castle, mortified at your own thoughts. It seems invasive to think of him like that. 
“Which videos did you watch?”
“Some of your first ones.”
You turn back to him in horror. “You didn’t.”
He grins, as though pleased that he’s made you embarrassed. “There’s a lot more of you in those. How old are you then?”
“Gah, right out of university.” You shake your head as you walk back to sit on the bench with him. “I knew nothing.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“The editing is mediocre, the shots and angles are pedestrian, my voice is–”
He’s laughing. 
“I can’t believe you went back that far.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t listen to our first songs?”
“To be fair,” you begin, caught but ready to defend. “You have less songs than I have videos, because your songs take more work…” He’s still grinning and you shrug. “‘Wow’ is especially enjoyable.”
Now it’s his turn to look away and grimace in pain. “Yeah. If fans didn’t love it, ironically probably, I’d make that disappear.”
“Shows how far you’ve come.”
He looks back at you, eyes warming. “Same for you.”
The warmth is unnerving and you look back at the perfect view of water and architecture. “You come out here a lot?”
“I’ve been twice? Since we’ve been here. I don’t usually just sit and stare out into nothing. That’s more Ji’s thing. He’s the introvert.”
“And Chan?”
He sits up and rests his forearms on his thighs, watching a lady push a stroller while talking on the phone. “He’s a workaholic. Even more than Ji and I. Sometimes I have to wrestle him into bed so he can get some sleep.”
“Can you take him in a fight?”
He smirks. “He’s taller, but I’m stronger.”
You mimic his position, watching the branches seesaw with the wind. “Who wrestles you into bed?” The moment you say it, you recognize what else it could mean. That perhaps just being around him layers your words with implications that hint and tease and lure. 
You feel his gaze, but you stubbornly look at the trees, even though you’re sure he can see the heat on your cheeks.
“No one. Lately.”
You swallow and let your eyes drift to him. He seems undaunted by your words or even his response. You think you could ask him, right now, if he’s having the same feelings as you; a practical stranger. You think he would tell you the truth. 
But you hear the sound of a vibrating phone and he jolts at it, letting out a huff before pulling it out of his pocket to answer.
“Yeah?” The conversation moves into Korean and you do hear your name, but the rest of it is lost to you. You sit up, messing with the settings on your GoPro, taking a few shots, trying to capture the quiet in a photo.
“That was Chan.” Changbin tells you. “It’s early, but Ji is starving.” He rests his arm on the back of the bench, his fingers centimeters from your arm. “Hungry?”
“I can always eat.”
He smiles at that, standing up to grab his bag and fit it on his shoulder before offering his hand. “Same, really.”
If you post those castle photos, you aren’t sure what you'll caption them, as your biggest impression of that hour was holding Changbin’s hand. 
“You didn’t!?” You cover your mouth as you laugh, hilarity infecting Jisung and Chan as well. Changbin looks pained as he stares at his plate. “You looked it up. You shouldn’t have.”
“I always check what I’m about to put in my body,” he answers, lips in near pout. “I knew it was going to be unusual, but…”
Haggis sits on his plate, awaiting a first bite, and you think, it looks a bit sad that it hasn’t been partaken yet. 
It might be the beer you’ve all had, but the giggling doesn’t cease. You lean over and cut it open, taking a forkful without even asking him. Later, you’ll blame intoxication. 
“See?” You take a bite, chewing and grinning at him. Then you pause. “Okay, that’s excellent.” 
He doesn’t look very convinced. “I…”
You grab his fork, do the same and offer it to him. “No regrets. If you hate it, at least it is an informed opinion.”
His lips part at the beckoning expression you give him. The other two are still laughing, teasing him, but the way he looks at you seems to drown them out. Like it all fades and you swear you can hear how his breathing changes, as though his heart speeds up.
“Come on, you’ll never know unless you try.” 
He lets you feed him, something you’ve never done outside a few gigs babysitting as a teenager. And it wasn’t like this.
It takes far too long for you to drag your eyes from his lips, to look up to his eyes, to see if he liked the Scottish delicacy.
His thoughtful face is cute. 
You set the fork down, drawing back, as though you’ve finally realized just how forward, how flirty you’ve been. You know there’s nothing wrong with it, if he’s not bothered, but you feel bashful nonetheless. 
You aren’t usually this person. Not since you were in school, when opportunities to meet and date seemed endless. 
“So?” Jisung pipes up. “Verdict?”
Changbin swallows, turning from you to his friends. “It’s actually…pretty good.”
Jisung takes that as permission, grabbing his own bite, as does Chan. You coerce yourself into watching them, not him, as they make similar confused and pensive expressions. As you do, you muse that you aren’t sure how three friends could all be so handsome, each in their own way.
Why only one of them seems to be bewitching you.
He’s sitting next to you again, but it’s in a booth not separate chairs, and though you aren’t touching, you can feel the heat of him in the few inches between you. 
“Maybe not something I’d eat all the time,” Chan says. “But certainly not gross.”
Jisung nods. “Especially if I don’t think about what it is.” He even takes another bite. 
Changbin fiddles with his fork before taking a swallow of his pint. 
“I like it.”
You smile. 
The guys mostly talk music for the rest of the meal. Chan even apologizes to you, but you wave it off. You’re fascinated by artists of any kind, how they create. You sip your cider, listening to them, even when they forget you and speak in Korean. It’s a nice, hazy feeling. The coziness of the pub, the talking around you, voices with different accents, the music filling in any lull in conversation. 
Perhaps the cider is stronger than you thought.
“You falling asleep?” 
You tilt your head toward him. He’s removed the snapback, run his hand through his hair a few times and you want to do the same. 
“No.”
“You sure?” 
You are slumped against the back of the booth, warm and comfortable. In a distant part of your brain, you chastise that you haven’t taken more photos or video of the meal, but it’s nice. Nice to be here. 
“I think she’s fading.” You hear Chan. You shake your head. “How early did you get up today?”
“Not early…I just haven’t slept super well since the haunted walking tour thingy.” It isn’t until Changbin touches your bottom lip that you realize you’re pouting.
And that he’s touched you. 
“Was that fun?” Jisung asks, animated. 
“No. Not by myself.” You watch Changbin who has gone back to his food and beer. “Probably would be fun with someone.” 
He glances at you and holds your gaze for a few seconds before saying something to Jisung about his horror film obsession. 
You don’t fall asleep, but you are definitely close when you fight them for the bill. You win this time. 
The walk outside into the night is a good wake up, the air far chillier than when the four of you entered the establishment. You wrap your arms around yourself, not too cold, but not warm either. 
“Nightcap?” Chan asks. “I don’t think I can go back to working just yet.”
“I want to,” you say. “But I think I need to go to bed.”
“Rain check,” he says, smiling fondly. “Come on, Ji.” He wraps his arm around his younger friend. “First one’s on you.”
“Why me?” He complains as the two of them cross the street to a pub that sounds and looks lively. They both wave at you before disappearing through the doors. 
“I’ll walk you back.”
“You can go on,” you protest, shivering a little. “I know how to get back.”
He pulls up the hood over your hair, tightening the strings. “I’m walking you back.” He states again, taking your hand. 
You aren’t about to refuse.
“Don’t you want to go with them?”
He gives you a look that you can’t really decipher. When he lets go of your hand, you open your mouth to argue, but he wraps his arm around your waist to pull you close. It’s a second later that you feel a group of people walk by, nonverbally explaining why he does so.
You look up at him, your hand on his chest.
“They were–I mean–” He is blushing, before releasing you. “I didn’t want you to get bumped into.”
“Thanks.”
He nods, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep going. You loop your arm with his. He almost stumbles but doesn’t say anything.
Neither do you.
It’s a few minutes more until you’re in front of your lodging.
“Well…” you begin, but he enters. “Changbin I can…”
“I know you can, but I want to.” There’s a stubborn set to his jaw and mouth and you resist cooing over it because for someone who could probably lift you with ease, he’s adorable. 
You wave at the innkeeper, trying not to look shameful that you are bringing someone up the stairs with you. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but it does feel cheap, as though this person you’ve met days ago is just a fling. Not someone making sure that you are safe in your room, not someone that you find yourself thinking about hourly. 
Not someone important.
You stop in front of your room, pulling out the skeleton key and unlocking it before turning to your bodyguard. 
“Thank you for seeing me to my room, Mr. Knight.”
He smiles at the reference. “You’re welcome.” He moves to slip the hood off your head, smoothing your hair. “I hope you sleep better.”
“Me too.”
He swallows and you watch the movement of his throat with avid interest. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna work out tomorrow morning, but do you want to do anything? Together? I could help you record or whatever, if you wanted.” He’s got his hands in his pockets again, his windbreaker zipped all the way up, eyes wide and inquiring. 
“Fuck, you are so cute,” you breathe. His eyes get even wider. “Like, sorry, that’s…you are. Really attractive.”
“Oh. Thanks.” He’s so taken aback by your words that you giggle. That smirk returns, painting him far more confident than he just was. He moves a few steps closer. “Is that a yes?”
He is so close.
“Yes?”
He grins even more. “To tomorrow? Hanging out.” He takes one of the strings of your hoodie, tugs it lightly and wraps it around his finger. 
“Sure. I’ll put you to work carrying my stuff.”
He tilts his head down, his eyes dropping to your lips. “I can do that.” His nose touches yours. “And same by the way.”
“Hmm?” You can’t look away from his mouth.
“You’re also really cute. Attractive.” He pauses to let that sink in. “Pretty.” He moves so carefully and your eyes fall shut, sure to feel his lips on yours, but you don’t.
He kisses you on the cheek. Your eyes flutter open and he’s watching you, searching. He starts to pull back, but you grasp the collar of his windbreaker, halting his retreat. 
Your name falls from his lips, and you figure what the hell.
You kiss him. 
It’s a bit forceful, perhaps your coordination is off from the drinking, but his little grunt when your lips meet makes you soften immediately. Your grip relaxes, your hands seeking out the curls at the nape of his neck. You feel him tremble, then you feel his hands on your hips.
Your head falls back against the door as he licks into your mouth, apparently no longer caught off guard by your forwardness. He tastes a little bitter from the beer he imbibed, but the heat, his tongue curling with yours makes your fingers tighten as though holding onto his shoulders might keep you from collapsing. 
One hand captures you by the jaw, a gentle maneuvering so he can kiss you deeper. You hear his hat fall to the floor when your greedy fingers card through his hair, soft and silky. He takes a step in, and his hips align with yours.
It’s like fireworks explode under your skin. 
In case you questioned whether or not he was interested, you aren’t questioning now. He’s hard, pressed against you in a way that makes you hungrier than you’ve ever been. 
You absolutely crave him. 
His mouth leaves yours, and you whimper at the loss. There’s a dark chuckle, arrogant, before he graces your neck with soft pecks, ending with a nip and a suck, right near your collarbone, your hoodie pushed aside to let him taste. 
You stutter his name. 
There’s a pause in his ministrations, his thumb running along your lower lip. He raises his head as your eyes open. You can see a reflection of your desire in his eyes, in the focus of his gaze. 
His thumb pulls on your lip, as though seeking the wet heat of your mouth. Your tongue flicks the tip and his eyes go even darker. You think maybe he growls before slotting his mouth back over yours, tongue stroking and enticing. 
There’s a creak of footsteps coming up the stairs and you break apart, chests heaving with breathlessness. His face is flushed, hair and eyes a little wild, and you wonder if this is how he looks post workout, post other exertions.
A runaway thought about licking the sweat off his neck ping-pongs in your brain, but you won’t ever verbalize it. 
You both wait until the guest passes down the hall to their room before either of you speak. He leans down to grab his hat.
“Do we blame the beer?” you ask softly.
“You had cider.”
It’s almost petulant, his words, and it surprises a laugh out of you. His answering smile is soft, and he cups your cheek in his hand. 
“You should go sleep.” His index finger taps lightly on your ear, playful.
You want to protest, to invite him in, but this evening has already sped past any rules you’ve ever had in place for dating and sex. 
A moment to process, to think. 
“Yeah.”
He kisses you again, but it’s chaste and sweet. A good night kiss as though you two are familiar with each other. 
“Message me when you wake up?” His voice is barely a whisper. His nose slides along yours before he drops another kiss and backs up. “Sweet dreams.”
“Yeah.” You are incapable of anything more eloquent than that at the moment. He grins, squeezing your hand before heading toward the stairs. You open the door, still with your back against it, resistant to look away. 
“Night.”
“Good night,” you answer before finally shutting the door behind you. You allow yourself the cliche romantic moment of leaning and sliding down to the floor, completely enamored.
You wake and check your phone out of habit. 
Wanna do breakfast? 
It was nearly an hour ago that it was sent, but you hope it’s still an option. The overabundance of cider ensured you slept hard last night, which given how much the man at the other end of this text filled your brain, you are grateful. Because it’s a new day. Sun’s coming up and things that are easy and make sense late into the night, under the influence of alcohol, sometimes feel rather foolish in the light of day.
You want to see him. After last night, after kissing, touching…just feeling; you feel like the one time you’d had a crush in middle school.
The beginnings of crushing. That quickly turned painful and awkward (the epitome of middle school life), and even thinking of it dampens your present joy.
You shove it away, intent on appreciating that the strange inclination that appeared at just seeing Changbin seems to be somewhat reciprocated.
Yes. This pub has breakfast. Wanna meet me?
Give me 15. Have to shower and I’ll be there.
You did not need that mental image.
You may spend a minute more on your face this morning, but then your brain is taken over by thoughts of what to see and what to do for your channel. You keep a decently consistent upload schedule (the only way to keep viewers sticking around), and you posted the last one of your last excursion.
It’s time.
The worry from two seconds ago reappears. 
You find a table downstairs in the pub and order a tea (when in the UK). You check your instagram and TikTok platforms. You’d posted just the castle reflection (no location mentioned) yesterday and just looking at it again warms you.
“Hey.”
You look up from your phone to see Changbin sliding in the chair across from you. His hair is damp and curly, reminding you of that mental image you do not need to have. He wears not all black today, but a pale pink hoodie and dark jeans. He smiles once you make eye contact.
“Morning.”
You reply the same, your own gaze falling to his lips, which flusters you immensely, so you sit up, put your phone away.
“I didn’t know if you were coffee or a tea person.”
“Oh. Coffee. But,” he looks at your cup. “That actually looks good.”
You offer it to him. “Try. You should at least try good breakfast tea while you’re here.” 
He takes it from you, sipping it before staring off as he contemplates. 
“You can have it just plain. I always add milk and sugar. It’s good without too.”
He smiles. “Oh I can?”
You fluster yet again. 
“It’s cute. You’re like a tea missionary all of a sudden.”
He sets the tea back on your side as a server pops up for your order. Changbin orders a full Scottish breakfast (and tea), and you get porridge. 
“Good workout?”
He nods. “I haven’t really been diligent about it.”
“You’re traveling, of course you haven’t.” You rest your chin in your hand. “You enjoy it?”
“Yeah. I mean…” He blushes. “I could go on and on about everything to do with training, eating, all that. I don’t want to bore you.”
“As a person who knows very little, except to get some exercise to be healthy, I won’t be bored.”
He looks doubtful. “No?”
“Try me. I like learning stuff.”
He does know a lot. As much as you don’t think you will ever desire to be a gym rat in any circumstances, you find his enthusiasm wonderful. It’s perhaps one of your favorite things about traveling. A lot of it is solitary, but you do meet people, have conversations that only two strangers on a plane, train, or in a restaurant could have. People have passions, and they light up when they get to talk about them, or share them. 
You once had a two hour conversation with someone about red milkwood fruit and the best areas in South Africa to get it. 
It was really good. 
Food is delivered and Changbin’s commentary about leg day tapers off. You hide a smile as his focus becomes solely his meal. 
“I’d like to look at the castle today. I’m sure you’ve already gone?”
He chews slowly, but shakes his head.
“You haven’t?”
“All three of us had stuff to work on. Or wanted to work, so sight-seeing hasn’t happened yet. So, yeah, let’s go.”
“You don’t mind? I mean, I don’t want you to not work if–”
He interrupts you, saying your name. “You think I don’t want to spend time with you? After…” He’s the cutest thing when he blushes. 
You don’t suppose you look as cute when your face heats too. 
“So,” you save him from continuing, even though your voice definitely cracks, “The castle, and maybe a boat ride at the Canal Centre, the museum there too?” You meet his eyes. “You don’t have to do all of that with me if you don’t want to.”
He leans in a little (there are still two meals between you two). “I want to.” 
You can’t really find anything to say to that, not with that resolute tone that makes you want to crawl over the table (pretty sure the beans on his plate would stain your pants for eternity but it would be worth it) and continue where you left off last night. 
It’s a craving that your very nice porridge will not satiate.
And it’s a lot for you in your not very long time on this planet. 
He seems to feel the same if the way he’s looking at you is any indication, but he drops his gaze to go back to his meal. 
You do the same. 
When you’re outside after eating, he tugs on your backpack. You turn and he pulls it off you, sliding it onto his shoulders. His smile is a little cheeky and bashful. 
“You did say I could carry your stuff.”
“I did.” Can’t really argue with him about that. You open your phone to find the best walking route to the castle and let that lead you both. His hand slips into yours. 
You’ve never gotten to travel as part of a couple. This phase of your life started because you had wanted to see more than your state, and no one in your life was able to join you (commitments to jobs, partners, now kids). Traveling alone means no one puts any sort of expectations of what you do, when you do it, and where. It’s freedom.
But it’s terribly nice to walk hand in hand with someone down a cobblestoned street as you record the simplicity and antiquity of your surroundings. 
“Say hi!” you turn the camera on him and he doesn’t even hesitate, but gives a peace sign and a huge grin. You laugh that he’s so at ease with it, but remind yourself that he performs fairly regularly. 
To see them live would be an experience. 
“Did you know this palace is the birthplace of Mary Queen of Scots?” you ask him, camera still focused on his profile.
“I did not. Nor do I have a clue who that is.”
You laugh again. “Why would you?” You turn the camera back toward the castle in the distance. You do a quick speech about the little you know of British royals and history. “I’ll add more later,” you turn the camera to your face. “Edit this out, but keep in Changbin.”
“Wait, why?”
“Cause you’re cute and look good on camera.”
The blush is redder with the brisk wind. 
“I see how it is. You just want me for my looks.”
“Absolutely.” You may blush when you say it, but his answering laugh is worth it.
The castle is as castles are: drafty, wet-smelling, but still hold some sort of mystique due to age and grandeur. There’s a tour you follow, listening and taking the occasional note on your phone. Changbin is fairly quiet, though he mutters the occasional comment to you which makes you laugh a little too loudly and interrupt the tour guide. 
You really do try not to be the loud and rude American when you travel. 
“When I was little, I wanted to live in a castle,” you say to Changbin when the tour is over and you are just filming to get footage and B roll. 
“You don’t anymore?”
“Oh god no. It’s too cold. Too big. Too much to clean.”
He laughs and adjusts your backpack on his shoulders. “That’s not very romantic.”
“I’m not very…” You trail off, glancing at him as he looks out across the pond. The wind is up, ruffling his hair, and you think you might be a little romantic because your heart does swell when you look at him. 
“Hmm?” He looks back, and smiles.
“Never mind. Wanna head to the Canal Centre?”
“Sure.”
As you both walk that way, you see a group of people (possible power-walkers, is that a thing in Scotland?) coming down the road toward you. He takes you by the elbow and pulls you into a tiny alcove under the footbridge. You stumble into him as his arm wraps around your back. You look up to see him watching the crowd pass by before seeing your gaze. Pink tinges his cheeks in a faint blush. 
“There was–” He gestures with his other hand toward the now absent crowd. “It wasn’t a move, I promise.”
“It’s okay if it had been.”
One corner of his lips shoots up in a smirk-smile. “Yeah?” His arm tightens around you, pulling you flush against him. 
As you lean in to brush a kiss to his lips, your brain is reminding you that everything is on a deadline, and you should mention this to him. But the kiss (and he) is distracting. His hand is splayed in the middle of your back and he’s so warm. The kiss, that starts fairly chaste, morphs into heat, tongue and at least one moan. 
The moan is you.
“Public indecency charges in a foreign country are probably really difficult to get out of,” you mumble, mouth barely touching his. 
He chuckles, hand stroking down your back. “We probably shouldn’t find out.” He rests his head on the stone wall behind him.
You open your mouth to say something about your train leaving tomorrow, but he takes your hand and pulls you from the alcove to head back into the muted sunshine. 
The Canal Centre has options for 12 or 40 people, and requires advanced booking, so you and Changbin just wander through the museum before finding a spot in the tearoom to watch the boats pass. 
“It feels slower here,” he says softly as you look through the footage you’ve taken. 
You lift up your head and raise your eyebrows in question. He shrugs and takes a sip of tea in the dainty teacup. You gesture for him to hold that position as you snap a quick photo of his large hand wrapped around that delicate porcelain. 
“Just. Stopping for tea. Staring out at people. It’s all very calm.”
“We are kinda on vacation. Working here would be different.”
“I’m sure. But even that…people are out for lunch, just heading to the pub and spending time eating and socializing. We do that in Korea, but usually after work, late, for supper and drinks.” He sets the cup back down. “Just different.”
“America never seems to stop. Just get into your car, drive, work, eat as fast as you can, drive home, crash. Maybe go out, but I couldn’t usually muster up the energy post-work.” 
“I’ve never been.” 
“No gigs in the US of A?”
“Not yet.” He meets your eyes before looking back at the boats. “I’m a bit bummed we didn’t get to ride in a boat.” He points at you, with excitement. “We could book for tomorrow if you wanted.”
It’s an anvil on your chest.
“What about your work?”
He gives you a look, like ‘are you kidding?’ “For a boat ride? With you? I think I can take a few hours.” He leans forward, resting his arms on the table, one hand seeking yours. “More content for you, ms. vlogger.”
You let him take your hand and then you take a deep breath. “My train leaves tomorrow.”
His thumb, rubbing over your knuckles, stills at your words. 
“It does?”
You grip his hand in case he thinks of letting go. “I have to get back. Money wise, content wise, just…life.” 
He stares at you, expression unreadable. 
“I’m sorry. I would stay if–”
“You need to get back.” He nods before letting go. “And I have songs to write.”
There are several other people in the tearoom and you want to say things, but it feels way too private for this public venue. 
“When do you guys head back to Korea?”
“End of next week.” He takes a deep breath, eyes back on the boats. His jaw tightens and he turns again back to you. “Come to Korea.”
“What?”
“In your travels, come.”
“I mean, I would like to. It’s on my list.”
“Move it up the list.”
You laugh, bewildered at his insistence. “I’ll try. It’s not like it’s easy to get to from America.”
He takes your hand again. “Come. Please.”
It’s a lot. To not look away from the intensity of his gaze, those brown eyes entreating. 
“You gonna come to the States?”
“Yes.”
No question, no hesitation. 
“Oh.”
He says your name, then looks around. “Can we go somewhere and talk about this?” He takes out some British pounds and leaves them on the table. “Please?”
You gather your things and follow him out. He takes your hand and leads you back to the park from yesterday. He pulls you next to him on the bench, sliding your backpack onto the ground.
But he doesn’t speak. He stares back out across the water, his hand in yours. 
“Bin?”
He turns with a smile. “First time you’ve called me that.” He moves closer, his smile faltering. “Maybe I’m completely off, but this is something.” He gestures to the space between the two of you on ‘this’. “Right? It’s not, it can’t be just a hookup. I…don’t want to not see you again.”
It’s hard to speak. To follow the rapidity of what he says. 
“Right?” He forces a smile. “You weren’t just gonna fuck me and leave?”
You hide your face, embarrassed at his words. “I hadn’t even…I mean, I thought about…oh god.”
He rests his hands on your shoulders, saying your name again. “Talk to me. I realize I am not being at all cool and detached about this. But, when I saw you on the train, I…it’s so cliched and just bad romance movie shit, but I felt something.”
Your head raises up so quickly, his hands tighten in surprise. “You did?”
“Yeah. Like, I mean, you’re cute as fuck, but it was more than that.” He watches your face. “You did too, didn’t you?”
“I thought my heart was going to beat itself into exploding.”
He grins. “I don’t think that makes sense.”
“Yeah, well, it’s my first time.”
“Mine too.” He presses his lips together before speaking. “It’s big, right? Like I don’t know everything about you, but…”
“It feels like it? Yeah.” You feel your face heat. “It’s both super familiar and safe, but also, all the butterflies and anticipation and–”
He kisses you. “That.”
“Yes.” You kiss him back, and he holds you so close that you’re almost in his lap. 
He moves his hands to your face. “We travel, the guys and me. Perform. Then we lock ourselves in the studio for the rest of the year. You can be there, for any of that. As much as you want.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “We’ve wanted to go to America for a couple years now, we have fans there…”
“I could travel with you guys?”
“Yeah. When you can.” He makes a face. “I mean, I’ll talk to them about it, but they know.”
“They know?”
He doesn’t let go of you, but his eyes do dart away, embarrassed. “They know that I’m into you. That something is going on.” He rolls his eyes. “Ji is especially annoying about it.”
You smile. “I bet.” You encircle his wrists with your hands. “So…long distance, huh?”
He swallows. “I’m game.”
“Me too.” It settles your heart and nerves to hear it. To hear that he feels and has been going through the same as you. That you aren’t alone in this. 
You aren’t alone, at all. 
His thumbs sweep along your cheekbones. “Okay.” His shoulders lower, relaxing. “Okay.”
You kiss him, letting go of his wrists and fully moving onto his lap, arms around his neck. He holds you close, mouth opening to taste you. It’s horribly public, but you don’t really care. 
How could you, in his arms?
When his hand slips under the back of your pants, he mumbles something against your skin.
“Hmm?”
“Thinking about those public indecency laws,” he says. 
You giggle as he looks up at you. “You say the sweetest things, Changbin.” 
He snorts but stares at you. 
You comb his hair off his forehead, staring back. “Pretty.”
He makes a face at you, but doesn’t look away. “I think we’re getting sappy.”
“Maybe a little.” 
You kiss his nose. “I like you.”
He smiles wide. “Yeah?”
“A lot.”
His wayward hand takes one grab of your ass, making you yelp and him laugh. 
“I like you too,” he murmurs, mouth tracing down the shell of your ear. “A lot a lot.”
Supper is with Jisung and Chan again, no haggis this time. The four of you opt for curry, and you are given a front row seat to Changbin’s ability to handle spice and how Chan and Jisung don’t handle it.
Though all three do way better than you as you ask the server for the least spicy curry on the menu. And even then, you make good use of the naan in the middle of the table. 
Changbin sits next to you, thigh flush to yours. His hand finds your leg often, resting on it, tapping a rhythm on your knee, fingers slipping to your inner thigh; hints of more, both casual and intentional. 
“You don’t mind?”
Chan glances at you from taking a swig of his pint. “Not at all. It’d be nice to have someone along. We have roadies, of course. But like…” He shrugs. “We put up with Ji, so you’ll be a breeze.”
Jisung glares at him. “I’m an angel.”
“I would check with you about anything I post, of course.”
Chan smiles warmly. “I trust you. Pretty obvious the moment you offered us a bed.”
It feels like years ago.
“I still can’t believe I did that.” You shake your head. “I’m lucky I’m not a True Crime podcast episode.” 
“Or Bin isn’t.” Jisung says. “All you’d have to do is get him working and like, you could sneak up on him so easily.” He chews then swallows. “Not that I’ve thought about it.”
“Feeling’s mutual, Ji,” Changbin volleys back, unbothered by his friend’s comment. His fingers lace with yours, resting on his leg. You try not to show how affected you are, but Jisung meets your eyes and winks at you.
Chan gives you a big hug after supper, outside the restaurant. “I’d say I’d get up and say goodbye, but I don’t want to lie.”
You hug him back, chuckling. “I appreciate the honesty.” 
He squeezes your arm. “Have a safe trip. We’ll see you soon.” 
“Yeah, you will.”
Jisung hugs you this time, long arms wrapped around you. He also wishes you a safe trip and elicits a promise from you that you’ll bring Flaming Cheetos with you when you come to Korea as he really wants to try them.
It’s an easy promise to make. 
There’s no excuse or question as to whether Changbin will walk you back to your room. He follows you in the main door, both of you not speaking. When you get to your room, he covers your hand as you try to unlock the door.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” he asks, voice no more than a whisper. “I’m afraid I won’t get up to say goodbye and–”
You turn around to kiss his cheek, silencing his stammering. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
You open the door. “We’ve already shared a cabin. Might as well share a bed, right?”
He enters, a bit timidly, glancing around. “You’ve already packed?”
“I barely unpacked.” You take your backpack from him, setting it on the floor of the wardrobe. You take off your shoes, setting them next to your backpack. You reach out for him, grabbing his hoodie to yank him to you. 
“I wasn’t…I wasn’t assuming that we’d…”
“You did ask if I planned to fuck you and leave.”
He coughs a laugh, hands settling on your hips. “I did, didn’t I? I was panicking a little.”
You kiss his chin. “I’m not assuming anything either. I just want to kiss you again.”
His eyes soften and he slides his hands under your thighs, the unspoken indicator to jump into his arms. You do so, legs around his waist as he covers your mouth with his. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down carefully, leaving your lips to taste and suck down your neck. He only breaks away when you pull on his hoodie in an effort to disrobe him. His laugh is light when he pulls it off, his t-shirt clinging to him in ways that should be illegal. He takes off your layers, peeling off the sweatshirt, t-shirt, then camisole. 
He stares.
You whine a protest. “What?”
He leans down, lips at your ear. His hands slide along your side, almost tickling. 
“I like your shape.” You tremble at the puff of his breath on your ear, shiver more when he nips at the lobe. He continues, pressing kisses along your jaw line until he’s back to your mouth, urgent. Your legs fall open as he lowers himself, a sharp intake of breath when you feel him. 
“I like yours, too,” you sigh into his mouth. 
There’s a rumble of laughter. “Which shape?” He lifts his head to grin at you. “My body or my dick?”
You slap his arm, flustered. 
He rests on his forearms, dropping soft pecks on your nose, cheeks, eyelids. “Just trying to clarify here.”
“Ridiculous.”
“You aren’t answering.”
You open your eyes, now to glare at him. “Both, obviously.”
His smirk is so satisfied, you kind of want to hit him again. He sits back on his knees and starts to undo the button of your jeans.
“Okay?”
You nod. “Your shirt first, though.”
He pulls it off, and you think your mouth actually waters a little. You sit up and he groans because he can’t undo your jeans now. But you have to touch. You have to map every line and curve of his body with your hands, taking in that warmth and softness. You kiss his chest, unable not to.
“I fully support all the working out.”
He giggles before trying to usher you to lay back down. He’s mostly successful though you have to kiss him again, taste his tongue and mouth again. 
He’s single-minded, returning to your jeans and dragging them off you before doing the same on himself. You’ve sat up, legs crossed, eyes just marveling at him and every reveal of skin that you get. 
“I guess it’s kind of late, but I haven’t been with anyone in months. I’m clean.” Just clad in his boxer-briefs, he sits next to you, his hand on your thigh, drawing up and down the length of it. 
“Years,” you admit. “But yeah, clean.”
He grasps you by the chin, bringing your mouth close. “Years?”
“I’m not a sexy rapper.”
He kisses you lightly. “True.”
You punch his shoulder and he doesn’t even flinch. He’s laughing into your mouth, kissing; his other hand cupping the back of your neck. You scoot closer, knees on either side of his hips. You roll your hips the moment you sink down.
His groan is music. 
“You have protection?” You ask in between kisses. He rests his forehead on your collarbone when you repeat the motion, biting your lip so you don’t echo his groan. 
“You don’t?”
“Years,” you repeat. He lifts his head to smile at you. 
“I do.”
“See…sexy rapper, with groupies all ready to throw themselves at you.” You tousle his hair, jerking when his hand drifts under your underwear, palming your ass. 
He rolls his eyes at you, but leans over to pull his wallet out of his discarded jeans, seeking the one condom he has. He hands it to you, freeing his hand to help lower you both back to the bed. 
Underwear tossed aside, latex rolled on; there are more kisses, and explorations of each other. He pushes in so gently, with whispered compliments and soft touches. It’s a different tone and color than his performative rapping. 
Softer, quieter. Private. 
Perhaps since it’s been years, it seems to happen all too quickly. You first then him. He’s collapsed on you, his breath harsh pants. You give into your earlier fantasy and lick away a drop of sweat off his temple. His hold on you tightens. 
“We should get some sleep,” you say, playing with his hair. 
“Don’t wanna,” he mumbles into your skin. 
You smile sadly, recognizing that it’s only hours left. He rolls off of you, planting a kiss on your shoulder. His eyes are half-open, sleep oncoming.
You roll to your side, curling up next to him. “I’ll wake you.”
He turns his head, meeting your eyes. “You better.” His eyes flutter closed. “I wanted to sleep next to you that night on the train.”
“Me too.”
“Hello friends,” you greet the camera with a smile. “I just arrived and have made it through customs, which is way better streamlined than in the States. It was a long flight,” you nod at some passengers you pass on your way to the arrival area. “But pretty uneventful. I think I slept nearly all of it.”
You look around once you go through the automatic sliding doors. 
“I can’t believe I’m here. It’s been almost six months and–” You break off when you hear your name above all the pandemonium of the Seoul International Airport. Your camera turns with you as you try to follow that shout. 
On Youtube, the video loses focus and there are muffled voices. The shot is of a far-off baggage claim and dozens of walking legs and shoes. When the camera is righted, it frames two faces.
You’re no longer on your own.
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(c) yoongihan 2024. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.
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luvchungha · 8 months
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things you love about bf!skz
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pairing: boyfriend!skz x gn!reader
warnings: fluff, drabbles cursing(?), mentions of being a princess
wordcount: 1.3k
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bang chan
out of the year or so you two have dated, you haven't failed to notice how observant chan is. even if its something very small thats different about you, he will always point it out.
"there's a bruise on the side of your thigh, what happened?" he would ask, concerningly.
even when you get new clothes, he notices. "are those pants new? they look good on you" he says with a grin on his face. you're starting to believe his brain has yo enter new data everytime theres something different about your appearance.
or the time where you had come back from hanging out with your friends, and the next morning he said "did you get a new piercing? your ear has an extra hole."
chan would point out. this specific scenario ended up with your reply, "channie, how did you even notice...? i took the piercing out already." which thoughtfully, he responded "what can i say, the longer i look at your the more i notice"
lee know
when someone says "dont judge a book by its cover" it definetly applies to people, especially lee know. before getting to know him, he was a completely different person. he cares more than you'd think, almost too much you'd feel like a burden.
like the one time you went out to a private club to celebrate a friend's birthday. you had gotten a little more than tipsy, accidently calling lee know to tell him "how much you miss your boyfriend" and "i need a hug from my boyfriend right now" which gave him the signal to drive his car out to pick you and your friends up, even letting them stay the night at your house.
everytime your mood even changes slightly, he gets worried. even if nothing had even happened to you. he always asks "are you okay love?" and makes sure to take over cooking for that night (and cook very well, mind you) he just wants to make sure you're always happy, because if you're sad, he's sad.
changbin
one thing about changbin is that he's always worried about you. especially for your safety. sometimes it gets a little out of hand, he freaked out when you tripped while you were walking after your date.
you were wearing a new pair of shoes you hadn't gotten used to.
of course, you hadn't fallen to the ground. you kept your balance before you could fall. although, with his quick reflexes he grabbed your waist to pull you back up. (even though you werent going to fall)
changbin being the person he is, proceeded to say, "i know we just went on a date, but dont hurt yourself falling for me sweetheart." you lightly shoved him, annoyed at the cheesy line and embarassed at the petname. to make sure you didnt hurt yourself again, he kept one of his hands on your back, as if he was guiding the way.
hyunjin
no matter how many people are in a room, hyunjin is always looking at you. you first noticed this a little after you had first met. your roomate had invited jisung over, which led to hyunjin coming too. you were all having a conversation at the dinner table, but the only thing you could focus on was the way
hyunjin was looking at you so intensely.
later when you two had eventually starting dating, you had come to discover that was his "im interested in this thing infront of me" face. like how he stared at paintings in an art gallery he found interesting, he stared at you in the same amazement.
another time was after you decided to become a trainee. you and 7 other nee friends were going to perform a cover of one of stray kids' songs. this was a few years after they debuted, and since you two began dating before his debut, obviously he was thrilled when you were on stage covering his song. you could see him in the vip area, embarassingly blowing kisses and hearts at you. he had on a "disguise" but you could tell it was him from a mile away.
han jisung
jisung is overly thoughtful. he likes to express his love for you through words, and tries to do it regularly, as if you're going to forget he loves you. one of the ways he expresses this undying love for you is through sticky notes. specifically, he bought different colors for everyday of the week.
for the days you came back from work late, he left a note on the kitchen counter, usually resulting in seeing him asleep on the couch with the tv playing. you felt bad he tried to stay awake in order to see you when you got home, but his effort was appreciated. the notes usually consisted or something like, "y/n! i hope you had a good day at work, even if you didnt i'm still proud of you. theres food in the fridge for you! - love hannie"
the other way he expressed his love for you was through his music. you went to the studio to suprise him one time, and overheard on a conversation including chan and changbin. they were complaining about how all of the songs han wrote were love songs. you could tell they appreciated it, but an entire album can't be love songs. it was even more embarassing for han when you had accidently heard one of his unreleased songs, a sweet love song, lyrics flowing perfectly with his voice.
felix
one habit felix will never get out of is touching. even before you dated, you could tell he was a skinship person. no matter what, he feels the need to touch you at all times. whether its a hug, holding hands, or even touching your fingers. you don't mind of course. you think its sweet.
he even admitted that theres this feeling of uneasy-ness when he isn't near you. even if you are near eachother, he has the urge to do something in order to be touching you, like a sense of overprotecting.
even doing simple things, like while making dinner, he has to be hugging you from the back. or while you're cutting up some vegatables, he feels the need to guide your hand while you cut, as if it was the first time you picked up a knife. whenever you walk side by side, hands are always entertwined. sitting down at the dinner table? his hand is on your thigh, or ontop of your hand.
seungmin
seungmin thinks about you alot, even if he doesnt admit it to your face. something you've realized is how much attention he pays when you speak, always remembering small things you tell him.
like the time you were on lunch break at work, scrolling through whatever social media app, you sent him a desert recipe you wanted to try sometime. a day or so later, you got home and he had followed tbe recipe in order to make it, even if it wasn't perfect. he wants to make you happy and keep it that way.
or how when he asked to be your boyfriend, he got you and him matching necklaces. because beforehand you had told him about your friend and their boyfriend, and how they got matching bracelets and they were so cure. saying how "you'd love to have a matching item with someone"
jeongin
he loves spoiling you, no matter how much you refuse and try to repay him. he always says "your happiness and love is the only payment i need" with a smile on his face. he was so sweet, but you wanted to make sure he was happy too sometimes.
if you see something through the window of a store you like? hes already at the counter getting ready to pay. It would take 3 hands to count the amount of times he had to fight for the bill, not wanting to make you pay for it. you felt bad not paying for your portion of the meal, no matter how much he reassured you.
he makes sure to give you princess treatment if you're feeling even the slightest bit down. when you had a bad day at work, he immediately out everything else he was supposed to do aside, and planned a relaxing spa evening at home for you. together, you did skincare, massages, and he even let you paint his nails.
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lilacmingi · 3 months
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IRRESISTIBLE
My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works
Pairing: Changbin x fem reader
Word count: 850
Note: Reader sees Changbin shirtless for the first time. Also yeah maybe this one was a little self-indulgent because I haven’t been able to find any scenarios like this one so I wrote one of my own 😤
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The gentle, muffled sounds of the shower filled the room as you laid on the bed, beginning to doze off. The sounds of the water coming from the bathroom relaxed you, your eyelids beginning to droop slightly in response to the soothing sound. You could feel yourself slowly beginning to doze off, but just before you could, you heard the shower turn off. The sudden silence causing you to stir, your eyes snapping open.
The door to the bathroom was pulled open and out walked Changbin, clouds of steam streaming out of the washroom as they escaped the small space. His jet black hair was wet, only a few lone strands sticking to his forehead and he wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of black basketball shorts.
Your jaw went slack as you stared at his broad, bare back. This was the first time you'd seen Changbin without a top. You've ogled at him plenty of times, watching how his shirts cling to his buff figure and stretch across his large chest, but this was different. This time, there wasn't a piece of fabric covering his incredible physique. It was all on display for you to see.
His shoulders were so wide, his thick, sturdy arms flexing as he rummaged through one of the dresser drawers. You swallowed as you practically gawked at him, drinking him in and savoring the moment—until he turned around, that is.
You were quick to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep but Changbin knew better. His amused chuckles reached your ears, causing you to peel one eye open.
"I know you're not asleep, Y/n."
You gave up your act as he approached you with that signature sideways smirk of his plastered on his face. Your attention was quickly drawn to his exposed chest and abdomen causing you to pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Changbin's main focus when working out was his arms and chest and boy did it pay off.
In addition to never seeing him shirtless that meant you hadn't seen his stomach either. Paired with his impressively large biceps and pecs was a soft-looking tummy, the sight making your heart flip. You'd always assumed Changbin was what you'd call "soft buff" which was someone who was extremely built in the chest and arm department but still managed to have a little tummy and you loved that. Seeing the image in front of you was so much better than anything you could've imagined.
Changbin crawled on the bed licking his lips as he hovered over you.
"Like what you see?"
Your cheeks were immediately set aflame as you averted your gaze out of embarrassment. Changbin's index finger and thumb were placed delicately on your chin, turning your head to face him.
"Hi, pretty."
You swallowed thickly, the temperature in your cheeks rising exponentially.
"Don't get all shy now. Not after you were shamelessly checking me out." He smirked, leaning in closer.
You could only let out a small squeak that sounded too much like a whimper, which only fueled Changbin's confidence. You were like putty in his hands. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to yours for just a moment, which seemed to successfully pull you out of your trance.
"Do you know attractive you are?" You murmured, still in a slight haze, allowing your hands to plant themselves on his shoulders.
"I think have an idea." He grinned, leaning down to latch his plush lips onto yours once again, the feeling making every inch of your body heat up.
Changbin's confidence was one of the many things you found so attractive about him. He was always going around flaunting his gigantic biceps, flexing them for Stay and looking at his arms in the mirror only to praise himself and talk about how handsome he looked. The fact that he was aware of how good-looking he was and wasn't afraid to audibly compliment himself was so sexy.
Changbin's warm lips wrapped around your bottom one, applying the slightest bit of suction that had you melting underneath him. Your fingers curled around his shoulders, nails unconsciously digging into his flesh as you released an involuntary sigh, too caught up in the moment to control your actions.
Changbin grunted at the pressure of your nails, but didn't mind it all that much as he continued to ravish your lips with feverish kisses and tiny bites.
He lowered himself down, diminishing the space between your bodies until his bare torso was flush against you, his lips not once leaving yours. You slipped your arms around his little waist and started sliding your palms up and down his broad back, occasionally digging your nails into his skin when you felt yourself becoming engrossed in the kiss.
Changbin pulled away for a moment, gazing down at you with droopy half-lidded eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as that little sideways smirk of his made an appearance.
"If I knew you'd react this way to seeing me shirtless I would've done it a long time ago."
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iutdwae · 6 months
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accidentally deleted the ask from kitty anon elaborating on tutor!changbin but it’s most definitely on my mind ><. something about buff men in glasses.. and he’s smart too!! i wouldn’t doubt that he’d let you sit on his lap, dick buried inside you while he lectures you through the material, thorough and patient as if he wasn’t burning to rock his hips against you. his large arms would encage your own body, guiding you through the lesson, and it feels as safe as it gets having his chest pressed onto your back, his voice sultry and low against your ear.
on the opposite end, if he’s got the time to spare, he wouldn’t hesitate to tease you. bin likes to have his two fingers buried deep in your cunt, thumb just barely rubbing at your clit, all while he’s reading the questions off the pages like nothing was wrong. gotta study at the campus library? he’s already ahead of the game, asking you to slip a vibrator into your panties that he’d left at the lowest temperature, gradually increasing the speed and intensity each time you’d get something wrong. your head would be pounding by the time you manage to complete the assingment, and changbin can tell how much you’re holding back.
expect to have his cock pounding into you while you’re bent over the table when the session is done, allowing you to render brain dead on his dick after studying so hard. he’ll fuck you until he knows you’ve got nothing on your mind except for the feeling of him stretching you out, watching himself slip in and out of your cunt through the fogged lenses that rested on the tip of his nose. binnie loves telling you how proud he is of you all while his thrusts push his cum from your hole, letting it run down your thighs while his large hands grasp your waist. he takes a lot of pride knowing that your marks always end up significantly higher, though he refuses to tutor anyone except you.
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wontune · 2 months
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❉ stray kids ( changbin ) lockscreen ᰋ
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want2besomeoneelse · 1 month
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Better than the heating pad
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A/n: Yoooo guess who, yet again, wrote something for the wonderful @astraystayyh !! It's meeeee
I just hope my bby can take something out of this and maybe someone else too? Idk we all be fighting the red wars and if getting a lil delulu is getting you through that why not??
So grab a blankie and cuddle down my friendsssss🫶🫶✨️
BTW yes that ...interesting..... scribble is drawn by me at like almost 1 am cause I don't just wanna take someone else's artwork and I refuse to feed something into an AI so enjoy my not that good art skills😁😁
Oh also kinda proofread but maybe don't trust my past midnight brain too much🫣
You trudged to your bathroom, quietly groaning in pain with one of your hands clutching onto the hot bottle of water you made yourself in place of the heating pad you were unable to find. You knew you had one, it was one of the first things your boyfriend got you when he found out how horrible your cramps got. You still remember the day he gave it to you. It came with a note attached to it: 'for when I am unable to be your personal heater'
He got that nickname even before you two started dating, since he was always warm no matter the time of year and let you snuggle up to him anytime, be it at movie night, on long road trips with all your friends or on days where the world seemed to be against you. He was always there to shelter you and keep you warm.
So when he gave you the present, the bright smile fell off of his face and his tone got very serious as he said :"You have to promise me- hey y/n I'm serious stop smiling! Promise me, to never ever EVER use this when I'm around okay? Doesn't matter how busy I am, or if we had a disagreement that day, or if I'm about to leave for the gym, nothing! When I am around, you come to ME when you need someone warm to cuddle you! And if I ever, and I mean EVER say no, then you know I must have been replaced or deathly sick because I would NEVER EVER EVER DENY MY BABY OF HER CUDDLESSSSS!" You remember how he tackled you to the ground, squeezing you so hard you almost couldn't breathe and you started to tear up at the memory. You missed your boyfriend. He had only been gone a few hours, but those few hours were a few hours too long! You just wanted to cuddle into his broad chest and fall asleep to him holding you tightly. Lost in the memories you almost forgot why you went to the bathroom in the first place, but as another cramp ripped through you you remembered.
Painkillers.
That's what you were after when you hesitantly rolled out of bed, only one sock on your feet, the other lost in your sheets.
As you rummaged through the drawers and cupboards you got increasingly frustrated. Why couldn't you find anything anymore? First your heating pad, then your favourite hoodie that Changbin always wore in the morning before he'd leave so it always smelled like him and now the painkillers. You were close to just sinking down on the bathroom floor, curling up in a ball and crying your eyes out, but you didn't want to risk getting cold on top of getting your period so you shuffled out of the bathroom, into your living room and let yourself drop on the couch. You would just wait here until he got home since you just couldn't bear moving around any more.
You were pulled from your slumber by the loud booming of your boyfriends voice. "HONEY IM HOOOOME! WHERE IS MY LITTLE CUPCAKE?"
You groggily blinked your eyes open, a sharp pain shooting through you again. At least you were spared of the pain in your sleep.
You let your eyes wander towards the door where your boyfrinds quick steps could already be heard from.
Not even 2 seconds later he barrels through the door, going straight for your bundled up form on the couch.
"Baby I called out to you, why didn't you answer?" As he looked at your face up close, he noticed the tired and worn look on your face and the smile immediately dropped from his face. "Oh baby you were sleeping weren't you? I'm so sorry I didn't mean to wake you Oh god! I was so loud baby I'm so sorry!"
"Binnie it's okay, I didn't plan on falling asleep anyway. It's probably better like this, otherwise I won't be sleeping tonight."
As you moved to get up from the couch, a particularly mean cramp hit you like a truck and your face contorted in pain as you fell back into the couch.
Changbin immediately dropped to his knees in front of you, gently cradling your face and searching for the cause of your pain. "Baby what happened? You're in pain why didn't you tell me? What can I do to help? Did I hurt you?" At that, you couldn't help but giggle. You opened up one eye and quirked an eyebrow at him. "You didn't even touch me! How could you have hurt me?"
"I don't know, I might have created a pressure wave when I closed the front door, have you seen my biceps?" He flexed his arms and twisted around so you could see every little detail of his admittedly very big arms. You could only shake your head, reaching out to lightly pinch his bicep.
"YAH! WHAT WAS THAT FOR? I was being serious..." The pout that appeared on his face was too cute not to kiss off, so you leaned forward, resting one of your hands on his cheek and pecked his lips. You wanted to move back but he grabbed you by the neck, shuffling closer and pressing another loving kiss to your lips. "I missed you today. Have to make up for it now"
He attempted to climb on the couch to cuddle with you for the rest of the day but as another cramp ripped through your abdomen, you curled in on yourself and made him jump off of you. "Okay please what is HAPPENING did I hurt you now? Baby please tell me what's wrong? Do you need me to do something for you?" He had a look of panic on his face, looking like he was afraid you were on the verge of dying.
"Honey I'm fine. It's just my period and I don't have any painkillers left. And I also couldn't find the heating pad you gave me.." At this point you started to tear up. You were in so much pain and you needed a hug so bad and this entire day just was not going good.
Changbin took your face in his hands once more, gently wiping your tears away and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"Baby you're not fine you're in pain! And why didn't you call me? I could've told you that I put your heating pad in your nightstand so you don't have to get up when you wake up needing it!" You groaned, regretting not having checked the nightstand, especially since you did see it there just last week when you put something in one of the drawers.
"I didn't want to dis-" "I swear if you say you didn't want to disturb me I WILL get a permanent marker and write it on your body that you are REQUIRED to always disturb me! Because I love hearing from you okay? It keeps me going, getting a notification from you! Ask Chan! All of the boys know when you text me just by looking at my face because it lights up whenever I see you texted or called! Now you do need some painkillers and your favourite snacks so let me go grab them real quick!" He wanted to rush off but you were quick to grab him by the leg of his gym shorts. It was the closest thing in reach and you couldn't move enough to grab his wrist.
"No please don't go again. Can you please stay? You're more important than my snacks right now. And your presence and cuddles act like a pain killer too!" You pouted up at him. He chuckled and smiled softly whilst gently caressing your cheek.
"Jagi I'm not leaving, I'd be insane to do that! I got a stash of all the snacks hidden for emergencies like this one! And I also always have some painkillers in my bag in case you need some! Superhero Bin to the rescueeee!"
With that he jumped up and giddily hopped out of the room, seemingly very happy he had that stash ready. You couldn't even be mad at him for keeping them hidden because you know had you known they were there, you would have eaten them at some point already.
Not even three seconds later Changbin comes running back, sliding in front of you and almost crashing into you, his arms full with all your favourite snacks.
"DELIVERYYYYY! There's even some new ones you might like, I saw them in the store and I just had to get them! I might have to try them too cause they look sooo good!"
You glanced at all the different packs of treats before you looked into his eyes. They were shining so bright and you could see admiration and love swimming in them. Before you could try and avert your gaze, your eyes were starting to tear up again and Changbin dropped all the snacks on the ground and fell on his knees in front of you.
"Oh baby you can have them all, I didn't- are you in pain again? Do you need something else? I can run to the store if you need anything! Oh wait the painkillers I forg-"
"Changbin I'm crying cause I just love you so much okay? Can you just please give- like give me a hug? I need one so bad!" You interrupted him with a shaky voice.
At that he finally pulled you into his warm embrace, cradling your head against his broad chest, completely enveloping you with his big arms.
After a few seconds he leaned back and nudged you with his nose.
"Can I please go and get you the painkillers now please? I can't watch you be in pain any longer."
You sighed, knowing he would not stop asking until he could get them and knowing he wouldn't let you go the rest of the day anyway, you nodded.
"Ah well, since you asked so nicely I guess you can. But please hurry up and come cuddle me again as fast as you can okay?"
You pouted at him and he grinned so hard you were worried his cheeks might explode. He gave you a small forehead kiss before heading off to his bag, fetching you some painkillers, turning around and throwing them at you before running to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.
As soon as you swallowed them you were scooped up from the couch, Changbin insisting on "carrying his princess to bed cause she needs to be" where he lowered you down so soft had you had your eyes closed you wouldn't have noticed a thing.
As he pulled off his shirt to change into his comfy clothes, you couldn't help but stare at him. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen and he was all yours. You pushed your face into your pillow, groaning at the fact you had another set of tears roll down your cheeks again.
"Is my bunny shy now? C'mon you can stare I don't mind." You could hear the smirk in his voice and you turned away from him, only to be pulled into his chest a moment later. He placed his warm hands on your tummy and gave your neck some kisses, all the while whispering sweet 'I love you's' into your ear. You turned your head, kissing his nose and whispering an 'I love you too' back, before turning around completely, tangling your legs with his and snuggling into his chest even more, swiftly drifting off to sleep.
That was the cure to all your pain. Having Changbin by your side, giving you warmth and support and everything you would ask for.
2nd a/n : waaahhhh I hope this is any good it took so long cause my focus just ain't it and I feel like it's still missing something😭 but ah well it won't be getting much better I feel like so might as well just get it out there :)
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straykeedz · 5 months
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i should be getting ready to go to bed since i have classes early in the morning, and i definitely shouldn’t be thinking about
dad!changbin
who would be utterly in love with his child from the second he finds out you’re expecting a mini version of you and him. he’d cry when you announce him you’re pregnant, handing him a small box containing two positive tests and an ultrasound;
and no, i’m not talking about teary eyes and pouty lips, i’m talking proper sobbing as he envelops you in a heartfelt hug and cries tears of pure happiness and joy because his dream is finally coming true - a family with you;
he would be next to you 25/8, never leaving your side, making sure you’re feeling alright and that everything’s okay with you and the baby. he’d have his hands on your belly all the time, and when he’s not touching it, he’s kissing it, whispering sweet words to the baby growing inside of you, a baby he can’t wait to meet;
he’d talk to the baby all the time, i’m sure of it. telling it about his day, or the new song he’s producing these days - a very special song about a very special someone he hasn’t met yet, but whom he already loves with his whole heart.
he’d keep the very first ultrasound inside his wallet, and when he’s taking a break from rehearsal or recording sessions or dance practices he’d pull it out to look at it, smiling like an idiot;
he’d treat you like a queen. he already does, of course, being the gentleman he is - but if you’re pregnant with a child? you’re not lifting a finger inside the house. he’s doing everything: the cleaning, the cooking, the dusting, everything. and don’t you even think about protesting or trying to do the house chores anyways, are you kidding?;
and he cries so, so much when he hears the heartbeat of your baby for the first time…;
don’t even get me started on him feeling the baby kick for the first time! he’d get so excited and would desperately try to make your baby kick again and again and again and again until - “binnie, sweetie, it’s two am. please leave the baby alone so we can get some rest.” but would definitely try again in the morning;
at first - he wouldn’t want to find out if you’re expecting a boy or a girl, he doesn’t really care. all that matters to him is that the baby is healthy - that the both of you are healthy, that’s the most important thing to him;
but when the doctor accidentally reveals that you’re expecting a girl… here come the waterworks. he would’ve cried either way, let’s be real, but a little girl? a mini version of you?;
he’d start thinking of the perfect name as soon as you find out the sex. hell, he’d start buying toys and plushies and clothes for your baby girl - you’d have to threaten him to block his credit card after he comes home with two huge bags full of stuff for the baby;
and let’s be real he’d definitely bring home a giant dwaekki plushie so that your little girl could fall asleep next to it cuddling it once she’s born;
they’d be the best nine months of his life, for real. but when you’re in labor and about to deliver the baby? that’s when his anxiety and his insecurities would kick in - what if he won’t be a good father? he doesn’t know how to be one after all, so what if he messes up? what if he can’t be enough for the both of you?;
but all of his worries would instantly vanish when his eyes would meet those of his baby girl. she has his eyes, big and playful, staring right into his soul as he feels something he’s never felt before, a love that fills all of his heart and soul, a love that makes him complete;
you’d have to hug him and pat his back and dry his tears for literal hours after your baby girl says her first word - “appa”;
he’d be your baby girl’s best friend and partner in crime, i’m sure of that. you’d come back home and find the living room turned upside down, toys scattered all over the floor and a blanket fort built with the cushions of your couch, but you can’t mad when you notice the loves of your life asleep on the fluffy carpet, both dressed up as princesses, with little crowns and tutus and everything, as a disney cartoon plays in the background?;
and when your little girl suddenly shows interest in playing basketball? changbin would literally run to the store and buy a mini hoop the next day and play with her. and definitely give you the side-eye and pout at you when you’d make a silly comment about how “now this is a hoop that matches your height”, but he’d let it slide, because if there’s someone who can make fun of him it’s you - he knows you don’t mean it anyway;
he’d let his baby girl paint his nails any color she wants, or let her braid and style his hair - more like pull it until tears fall from his eyes, but how could he get mad at her once he notices her satisfied expression once she’s done putting unicorn bobby pins in his hair?;
and he’d try his best to learn how to braid your daughter’s hair, but no matter how effort he puts into it, he’ll never be as good as you. a messy braid is the result of an experiment which involved three broken hair ties (don’t ask) and a youtube tutorial - and for a second there he’s scared she’s going to burst into tears once she sees the final look. instead, she smiles at him, and then hugs him as tight as she can, saying that he’s “the best appa”. and changbin is the one who bursts into tears;
he’s “the best appa” also when he buys your daughter the dinosaur plushie she wanted so bad;
and his heart would break when he’d pick up his baby at kindergarten the one day and sees her cry, teardrops running down her beautiful, puffy cheeks. all because of a little boy who made fun of her for having a dinosaur toy instead of a doll. and changbin would explain to her that “there’s nothing wrong with liking dinosaurs more than dolls”, and would giggle when her daughter would calmly explain that “but i like playing with dolls too, appa”. so, at the next tea party, changbin would be sitting between the t-rex plushie and a barbie;
one day, he’d be helping you carrying the groceries inside when he’d notice a blue box peeking from inside the bag. you’d try to hide it as quickly as possible once you start sorting the groceries out, but you’re not quick enough. “is this what i think it is?” he’d ask. and you’d sigh, handing him the small carton box. a pregnancy test. “is- are you- are we?” his brain would short-circuit. you’d tell him that you don’t know, you aren’t 100% sure, but your period’s late;
and he’d ask you to take it immediately, heart hammering inside his chest. part of him is incredibly thrilled, another part of him is terribly scared. but happiness is the feeling that prevails in his heart;
three minutes later, two lines show up on the white plastic stick, but he doesn’t cry. not yet. what he does, is run to the closest convenience store and buy four more tests. all positive;
only then, he’d cry. so hard that his daughter would come up to him, concerned, pull him by the t-shirt and ask him “what’s wrong, appa? are you sad?” and he’d kneel down before your daughter, drying his own tears as he shakes his head and tells her that “no, appa’s not sad. appa’s happy, because you’re going to be a big sister.”;
crying as well, you’d also kneel down next to them, and changbin would pull the two of you in a tight - but not too tight - hug, then kiss you and your daughter on top of your heads as he repeats that “i love you so much.” over and over and over and over again.
yeah, i think i’ll go outside and touch some grass after this 🥹
-> don’t forget to reblog if you like my works; “it’s good for motivation” my man chris bang once said. ♡
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leeknowlover99 · 3 months
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pervy Changbin brain rot smut
masterlist
that’s just pure filth 🙈
warnings: reader is not really in a state to give consent - dubcon, perv Changbin, unprotected s*x, corruption kink, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, usage, degradation, cum, dumbification,
you and Changbin have been together for few months already yet it still felt like a honeymoon stage in your relationship. today you went to frat boy party organized by few of his friends. as it was quite far from both of your dorms you decided to go by car. earlier that day you played rock paper scissors to decide who will be the driver. lucky for you Changbin lost. that’s what lead to you being wasted drunk after doing shots with everyone and your boyfriend watching you amused not even slightly drunk after chugging one beer. as usual you started to get very touchy and needy with alcohol buzzing in your veins, mind dazed a bit. but how could you not get horny when your boyfriend wore his tightest black shirt today, it was hugging his broad chest and arms perfectly. or when he not so subtly grinded against your hips while dancing, his hands moving teasingly between your waist and hips. oh he knew the effect he had on you. he secretly loved how shameless and needy you were while drunk, only his cock on your mind. it fueled his ego and made him want you so bad. that’s why he was riling you up all night. until you finally broke and whispered in his ear “need you so much Binnie.” you cheeks flushed and eyes dark of lust you were quite a sight, it made his dick twitch. “meet me in the upstairs bathroom in five baby, knock twice.” he instructed and left you in the dance floor.
luckily bathroom was free so he quickly shot the door and took few deep breaths to calm himself down. he was really down bad for you. he took out his wallet to grab a condom. he always had one with himself for emergencies like the one. you didn’t want to use birth control as it had negative effects on your health and Changbin didn’t want to push you. however now he searched every pocket of his wallet and did not find the condom. “fuck” he must’ve forget to grab a new one. before he could think about it he heard a knock on the door. he let you in and you immediately laced your hands behind his neck and pulled him for a kiss. your lips felt hot and plump against his. kiss was full of passion and desperation from the beginning, tongues dancing together in a filthy wet manner. you were basically eating each other out. Changbin hands roughly explored your body. groping your boobs, pinching hardened nipples. “love your perky tits princess, all for me” he whispered against your lips. you moaned and pressed yourself against his hard body. your head was already spinning a little from all the alcohol but now with Changbins touches and words it was spiraling. “please, need you inside, i’m so wet” you begged palming him through his pants and pouting. your boyfriend chuckled amused. “begging already princess?” he turned you around so you faced the mirror and pushed you down so you had to prop your elbows on the counter. you immediately got the idea and arched your back to him. you watched him in the mirror when he was unbuckling his pants and pulling them down. image was a bit blurry due to your current state but anticipation made you even wetter. he hiked up your dress and pulled your soaked panties to the side. you felt cold air on your pussy and gasped. “so wet for me, you’re dripping baby.” Changbin said roughly massaging your butt and then harshly slapping your core. fuck you were a mess, your walls tightened around nothing and your vision blurred even more, you couldn’t even see your boyfriends face now. he grabbed your jaw and pulled you for a messy kiss while his dick grinded against your wet core, slick noises filling the small room. Changbins hand slid down to your neck and he pressed lightly. you were seeing stars and was on verge of crying if he wouldn’t fuck you now. but he was not intending to do that, still grinding and kissing you. even when horny he was still sober enough to remember that there was no condom. but he was enjoying himself a lot, watching you drool and arch towards his lightest touch, acting like a complete slut for him. he loved this version of you, he secretly loved degradating you in bed. you were usually shy about it but when drunk you became shameless.
you on the other hand was too dizzy to form any words and ask him to finally fuck you so you decided to do it yourself. with the next move of his dick you aligned your ass in the way that his tip stopped at your entrance. it did not go in yet but pressed hard enough to make you moan. you caught your boyfriend off guard and he stopped all movement. you started to rock your hips which resulted in his length slowly sinking in your heat. he grunted at the feeling of your tight wet walls hugging his member. he could everything without the condom, all your softness, wetness and warmth. and without a prep you were tight as hell. your legs was shaking slightly as you started moving faster his balls slapping against your pussy with each move. oh he was so deliciously thick, you swear you’ve never felt him so well as now. “such a whore fucking herself on Binnie’s bare cock.” he said grabbing your hips and halting your movements. but you were so far gone you didn’t even registered him saying that you are fucking raw. you just moaned in response, desperate to cum. Changbin just couldn’t resist. he could not pull out. not when you were so warm and wet around him. he was not sure if he will get another chance to feel you like that. he knew it was wrong and he was using you when you were drunk and vulnerable but he justified himself with the fact that he informed you that he was in bare and you didn’t protest. deep down he knew you didn’t even register him saying that but he pushed that thought away and started fucking into you at rough pace. you were in heaven now, his tip massaging your spongy spot in the most perfect way, his big hands supporting and caressing your hips. you orgasm hit you unexpectedly and you moaned loudly tightening around him. even though he knew he was close Changbin didn’t expect that to feel so good that it will push him against the edge. but it did and just after your orgasm he was spilling his load inside of you. “fuck” he grunted slowly pulling out. he did not mean to come inside but it felt amazing. he watched his cum slowly spill out of your swollen cunt and smirked. you were still coming down from your high so when you boyfriend started to clean you up with a tissue you thought he’s only cleaning up your wetness not his cum. “let’s fix your make up princess and we can go home.” he said hugging you tightly. “i love you” he whispered. but only one thing was on his mind, he needs to have you like this again.
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