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byullielle · 10 months

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My Darling // Sick!Changbin x Reader

Because of the announcement we have received regarding Bin's physical state i have taken it upon myself to send love this way because i am devastated for him (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) get well soon bin-ah

Tags: Fluff, Caretaking, Sickness (a cold), Est. Relationship, Masked Kisses, Gratuitous use of 'Baby'

Disclaimer: mention of sweat and phlegm, mentions of food and cooking, implied that reader is a professional chef, intercourse implication, word 'sex' is used, divider used is by: @emptypetal

Chan opens the door for you upon your insistent knocking like your boyfriend is about to die. "Oh god, I thought you were about to break the door down," he sighs out of relief and exhaustion.

"Where is he, is he okay?"

"I think he caught it from the gym," he informs while observing the large plastic bag in your arms. It was filled to the brim with fresh and raw ingredients for chicken noodle soup and dakjuk, one of his comfort foods. "Is that so?" you sigh with a disheartened tone, you knew it couldn't be helped. He loved going to the gym and it made him feel good so you weren't one to stop him. And now not only was he missing out on seeing STAYs and doing the job he loves, he probably won't be able to go for several weeks.

Chan hands you a mask as you unpack the food you bought, knowing that there is nothing in the fridge aside from Jisung's cheesecake and Hyunjin's frozen fish cakes and tteokbokki mix.

"Listen, we really hate to leave him here but our flight to China is tomorrow," Chan explains while you wash the chicken and find a container you could place it in, "And we wouldn't wanna over impose on your presence but...would you mind nursing Bin?"

"Why wouldn't I mind?" you look up at him with an inquiring look, his 'leader concerned brows' finally settling down. "It's not that I don't have trust in the company to take care of him, but I think you do it best,"

You nod, "Don't worry about it Chan, I got it covered,"

You knock on Changbin's door, a weak grunt audible before you push your mask up properly and smile at the figure cuddled up in bed. The room is slightly dark, only illuminated by a lamp on his working desk. He's laid out straight, probably not able to move a lot as you carry in the tray of dakjuk, the aroma smelling great but you know Changbin couldn't smell a lot right now—its a bit disheartening because you know Bin loves the scent of food. "Hello baby," you softly smile at him as he smiles despite his reddening face and the cooling patch on his forehead. "Hey," he coarsely greets.

You set the tray on his nightstand before assisting him to sit up against the bed frame, adding a pillow on his back for support before he sniffles. "My baby got sick," your brows knit together in concern while brushing his curls away from his eyes as he closes them. "I know," he whines before you take the thermometer from his nightstand drawer.

"Let's take your temperature," you inform before pressing the button to turn it on, pressing the temperature gun near his temple before it flashes a digital 38.8°C. "What was your temperature a while ago?" you ask him before he turns to you, "39 degrees, what's it now?"

You sigh out in relief.

"Good, it got lower. It's 38.8 now,"

He hums in response before you keep the thermometer, taking the tray and placing it across your thighs before you hand him a glass of cold water. "You want me to feed you?"

"Please," he groans and cracks his eyes open, frowning further upon seeing your mask, as if remembering that he can get you sick and you still decided to stay for him anyway. "Thank you, babe. For cooking," he rasps out while clearing his throat. The phlegm was slightly audible but that didn't deter you.

"Anything for you," you kindly smile before taking a spoonful of porridge and gently inching it near Changbin's lips, "Blow on it first baby, it's kinda hot,"

"Like you?" he manages to insert, making you roll your eyes and shake your head with an endeared smile. He puffs on his food a bit before deeming it enough to slurp on. He munches on it slightly, assuming you got chicken caught up in the spoonful, and while you observe him he frowns. "I can't taste it properly baby, I think my tongue is broken," he sighs in disappointment.

You chuckle at him, placing the spoon back into the bowl for a second serving. "Don't worry, when you get well I'll cook something fancier for you," you assure him with a hand to his knee. He nods at the compromise before opening his mouth once more, quietly asking for another spoonful as you gladly feed him until the bowl is empty.

You look up at the clock hung up in the 3RETCHA living room, flashing '10:30' in red LED before you get up and pause the show you're watching. Deciding that it was time Bin changed his clothes, you grab a basin full of water and one of the clean hand towels Chan left you. You quietly pad through the threshold of the apartment, now quiet without the other three residents. You knock on Bin's door quietly before peering your head inside. He's now laid down sideways, seemingly well enough to scroll through his phone. "Hey baby," you make yourself known as he lifts his head up a bit before you make your way in, putting on your mask as you do so. "Whatcha doing over there?" you ask before setting the basin down on his nightstand. "I miss the STAYs, I can see their get well wishes to me," he explains before getting up slowly. "Your body ache any better now?"

"I can kinda move now my arms are on fire," he grunts before looking up at you, "Baby, hug me?"

"After we wipe you down," you beckon to the basin, a scowl meeting you. "Baby, you don't have to. I can do it myself,"

"Nope. Besides what are you shy about now," you chuckle before pulling your sleeves up, grabbing the towel, and wringing it free of water. "Let me,"

"You're an angel, you know that?" he comments, and you're not sure if it's the fever or embarrassment making his ears and neck pink. You smile and help him off his shirt, "Oh come on, you also do this for me," you reply while gently wiping the sweat off his broad and muscular back, soft to the touch.

"This and that are different tho," you can hear his cute frown in his tone, "That's sex, this is sickness. It's grosser,"

You laugh while wiping his arms gently, making sure the pressure you apply doesn't make his body pain worse, "Well, I don't care and don't mind. My Binnie is my Binnie regardless,"

An embarrassed noise escapes his mouth, unable to bury his face in his hands. Both of you relish in the silence after, the cool water bringing comfort to his hot and sticky skin. After wiping him dry you help him into a new shirt, and you gently peel off the cooling patch off his forehead. "Where do you keep your facial wipes?" you ask.

"The vanity drawer, right side,"

Nodding you head to his vanity area which is simply a smaller desk and a mirror aligned with the stool tucked under. You obtain the wipes and get back to him, wiping his sweat off his face, observing his features carefully as you go.

"Don't look at me like that baby, I'm trying really hard not to kiss you," he whines while placing his arm atop your thigh. You raise your brow in inquiry, "What do you mean?"

"Like you love me so much. Keep on doing that I might get the wrong idea," he half-jokes, making you smile fully in slight bashfulness. "I do love you too much," you dispose of the facial wipe before peeling a new cooling patch for him. You put on the patch, his body relaxing with the coolness before you lean down and press your masked lips against his exposed ones.

You pull away quick enough and you see his shocked face, making you giggle. "Baby!" he scolds, "You could get sick! Change it now,"

"I will baby, don't worry," you chuckle before pressing one more kiss on his lips, then on his patched-up forehead. "You owe me kisses when you get better,"

"Yeah you can count on it," he squeezes your hand gently as if holding himself back from requesting that you kiss him out of the mask. "Now go change your mask before I lose my damn mind Y/N L/N,"

A laugh escapes you. "Alright, just text me if you need anything okay? I'll be right out,"

He nods before you take the basin and trash bin out, disposing of the paraphernalia along with chucking your mask in the trash.

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k-sickies · 10 months

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Changbin gets sick on his way back from a solo schedule, but thinks it was just a random bout of carsickness. Then as he continues the day with the rest of his members, it becomes apparent that he's actually sick, but he doesn't quite want to admit it.

All members as caretakers, but mainly 3racha

I ask with this emoji 🦦

I hope you like it!

SKZ 3/8

Warning: description of vomit/throwing up

Currently Changbin was on his way back from an a talk show. He got invited there as the only member of stray kids. Sometimes it would happen and the boys are usually very excited and nervous about it since its something new and most of them don't like being on shows without the whole group. But they had to do it. To be honest Changbin was really this morning and even threw up before going out but he had to admit that the talk show hosts were really nice. They made him feel comfortable and at ease in a mere second. Even though Changbin had to admit that his stomach still felt off. Especially with being on his way back to the studio. The car ride wasn't doing him any favor. He felt every bump and every corner turned his stomach around. It felt like his stomach would jump out of his throat at any minute. With a rather harsh bump Changbin couldn't hold back and let out a burp. Immediately he covered his mouth with his hand.

"Could you stop? I feel sick." He asked The driver.

Luckily the driver could stop on the side of the road. As Changbin opened the door he couldn't hold back anymore and threw up on the sidewalk. The driver went out of the car and did his best to cover him so that he would be shielded in case anyone saw him. The rapper spit one more time onto the ground until he felt good enough to continue the ride. They only have to drive 10 more minutes until they arrive at the studio. He could do it. It's just a mild case of car sickness. He would feel better as soon as he's on sturdy ground again.

Only that never happened.

He's already sitting in his studio for 1 hour and still he feels like crap. He even took some pills for motion sickness but somehow they didn't help. He reasoned that he just took them too late; there's no way he's actually sick.

Changbin shook his head at that thought. He can't come down with something. That's not possible. He rarely comes down with anything. So why would it be this time? It's probably just the nerves from the morning and the after effect of the car sickness.

However, his stomach didn't stop cramping and sloshing with every motion. His body was aching and he could swear the room got really hot even though he had the AC on. He feels sick but there's no way. Changbin tried to ignore his stomach and work on some lyrics instead but somehow he couldn't. His body just didn't let him. He decided it wouldn't hurt it he lays down for a few minutes and just relaxes his eyes. So he laid down on the couch in his studio and closed his eyes. Trying to will the uncomfortable feeling that settled in his stomach away.

For a while it worked until his stomach cramped and a wave of nausea took over him. He cradled his stomach and whimpered. Even though he laid on the couch everything was still turning, the room spinning, he squeezed his eyes shut. Trying to control the dizziness. He puffed out short uncomfortable breaths and was in a cold sweat. His stomach cramping up even more and more. Almost unbearable. His stomach growling and bubbling loudly. A wet burp made its way up his throat, making him even more nauseous. He felt like he would get sick every second. Carefully he sat up. Big mistake. As soon as he sat up, the nausea in his stomach increased and he gagged. Unproductive. One hand was pushing down on his belly and with the other he clenched the fabric of his shirt. A few wet burps made their way up and suddenly something more rushed up his throat too. He gagged, his stomach in his throat. With a gag undigested food made the comeback and landed on his lap. He started to cry out of pain, the tears rolling down his cheek and he heaved again. After another round he could catch his breath for a moment, a string of salvia hung from his mouth and he was left panting.

Quickly he grabbed his phone and a short text to Chan. It only said "in my studio" he hoped Chan would get it.

This action was too much for his own stomach and he gagged again, a gush of stomach acid landing on his lap and hands. Tears streamed down his face.

Meanwhile Chan did read the message but was confused. Why was Changbin texting him that? Maybe he needed to discuss something? But it that was the case he would have said that. Chan didn't know why but he made his way to the rappers studio. Something wasn't sitting right with him since that isn't how Changbin usually acts. There must be something off. Maybe the filming session hai morning didn't want good. Whatever it was Chan was concerned. As he opened Changbins studio door he was greeted with a sight he didn't expect.

Immediately Chan rushed to the young rapper's side.

“I’m here, Binnie. I’m here, let it all up.” He comforted

Changbin continued to empty himself, painful retches and stomach cramps shot through his body. Now he was full on sobbing and left on dry gags. There was nothing in him anymore to throw up, but he couldn’t help but gag, it hurt his throat and it felt like he was choking. He worked himself up and gagged some more.

“Shh. It’s okay. There is nothing left, it’s okay.” Chan whispered softly.

Slowly Changbin relaxed and was left panting and catching his breath. Now he realized that he got sick all over his lap and his hands. The embarrassment kicked in and the rapper started to sob. Way too embarrassed about the whole situation. He was exhausted, his throat sore and his stomach still hurting. He couldn’t hold back the hot tears from falling.

To be honest Chan was a bit overwhelmed as Changbin wasn't one to cry about something like this. He awkwardly stood there.

There was a knock on the studio door and one second later Han stood in the door.

"I heard some noises. Is everything oka-" He stopped mid sentence as he saw what was going on. The you feat of 3racha immediately went up to sit beside Changbin. Seeing how overwhelmed Chan is.

Carefully, not to upset Changbins stomach more, Han pulled the older one in his arms. Not caring about the mess. He rubbed over the olders back and kissed his forehead. Then he pulled away and wiped Changbins tears away with his thumb.

“sorry..” Changbin mumbled.

“It’s okay, everyone gets sick. Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Jisung asked

Changbin only nodded and sniffled, now noticing the salvia that was dripping down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, not really caring right now. He also noticed the gross taste in his mouth and grimaced at the sour taste. As if Chan could read his mind the leader held out a bottle of water. Changbin galdy accepted it and almost drowned half of the bottle. Now he realized in what situation he was. He cringed at the mess on his lap and on the studio ground.

"Don't worry. Staff will clean that up." Jisung said.

"I'll get you some of my spare clothes and then we will get you home." Chan said with an comforting smile.

Changbin only nodded.

Somehow 3racha made it back to the dorms without Changbin getting sick again. The rapper is currently laying in his own bed. Trash can on one side and Jisung wrapped around his other side. The younger one softly rubbed over the upset middle of the older rapper. Chan came back into the room and placed a mug of tea on the nightstand. The leader then checked Changbin temperature.

"At least you only have low grade fever." Chan said. The leader was relieved about that.

Jisung nuzzled himself closer to Changbin. "I guess you can catch stomach bugs too."

Changbin shook his head. "It's just motion sickness."

Chan snorted "Of course. That's why you told us you threw up two times."

"Oh and the second time we were beside you." Han joined.

"And have a fever." Chan added.

Changbin rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay. I got it. Maybe I'm sick."

"You are!" Chan and Han said at the same time.

Changbin couldn't hold back his laugh at that.

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minbinchan · 2 days

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♡ endless chan gifs ♡ [398 - 401] / ∞ – SKZ-TALKER EP. 04

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changbunnies · 2 months

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Misbehave, (18+)

♡ Pairing: Boyfriend!Changbin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: smut, pre-established relationship

♡ Word Count: 4k

♡ Summary: Changbin is on tour and misses his pretty girlfriend back home- and what better way to tell her he misses her than to send her a naughty video?

♡ Smut Warnings: sub!changbin, video recording, nipple play, masturbation, mommy kink (this is self indulgent okay), sex toys, phone sex, it is more than implied that bin has a degradation kink, petnames (baby, bunny, honey)

♡ Notes: so i saw this video of a guy in bunny pajamas jerking off and it gave me SUCH bad binnie brainrot i literally could not stop imagining him in cute pink bunny pajamas recording a video for his gf 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so yeah enjoy this purely self indulgent smut ! and i read a lot of mommy kink fic but this is my first time actually writing it so i'm not super confident its good but i hope it's at least decently enjoyable gfdgdf

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

“Baby! I’m wearing the pajamas you got me, you see?” Changbin smiles, bright and cute, just the way you like it as he looks into his phone's camera. The pajamas are a fluffy, pastel pink full body suit; warm, soft, cozy, with cute lopped bunny ears connected to the hood he has pulled up over his curly hair. You got the pajamas for him because they reminded you of him, you said, and he positively beamed- because you were thinking of him, because you bought him something so adorable, because now he gets to show them off for you.

He didn’t get a chance to wear them before he was getting shipped off on the next plane out of the country, but of course he packed them with him. And now, on a break between shows where he could just relax and take a breath, he decided this was the best time to wear them. But not just wear them- he had to show them to you! And sure, a few pictures would suffice, but isn’t this better? You can fully see how cute he looks in them this way, how the size you picked was just perfect, which he’s sure is because you know him inside and out.

He takes the soft pink bunny ears connected to the hood in his hands and flops them around, smiling while tilting his head back and forth, playing up his cuteness for the maximum effect. “If you were here, you’d call me cute, right? Your cute baby bunny?” Luckily for Changbin, he’s used to talking to a camera and displaying his cuteness, so recording a video like this for you comes to him naturally. And it’s lucky for you too, since that means your inbox is always full of new videos to get you through the drought until he comes back home.

Changbin can just imagine how you'd dote on him if you could see him now; you'd kiss his cheeks and nose, you'd ruffle his messy hair, you'd overload him with compliments and sweet words until his face goes pink and dick twitches in his pants. And really, he can't help that his body reacts to you this way- he just loves you so much, he lives for your compliments, and it's not his fault that the sweet, sometimes condescending way you speak them gets him all worked up. And while it's unfortunate he won't be able to get your initial reaction to his cute display in person, his imagination is more than enough fuel to keep him going.

“There's more I want to show you, you ready?” Changbin says as he starts to scoot away from where he has his phone propped up to record himself. It’s set pretty precariously against the pillows, seemingly on the verge of toppeling at any second, but he doesn’t think about that- his only thought is putting on a show for you. “It’s so soft- but you already know that, honey, you’re the one who picked it out,” he giggles a little to himself, giddy as he once again remembers it's a gift from you (exclamation point: you!), but he forces himself to stay on track before he gets too distracted.

“Since it’s so soft and comfy, I don’t need to wear anything underneath! See?” Changbin takes the zipper in his hand and he intends to pull it down slowly, but well.. he’s excited, and just can’t wait to show you how naked he is underneath the soft fluff of the pajamas you bought him. Sitting on his knees, he pulls the zipper down swiftly; and how quick he pulls it down causes it to get stuck for a moment, but he manages to keep it going smoothly after correcting its course.

If you were here, you’d definitely laugh at him for being so eager- you’d say something mean, but in that sweet, saccharine voice that’d instantly make his face flush pink and dick grow impossibly hard. You’d giggle at him for being pathetic, cock up your eyebrow and tilt your head to the side when he blushes, smirk when you see him twitch and throb and squirm after calling him a slut for always putting himself out on display for you.

The pajamas, big and loose as they are to comfortably fit all of Changbin’s muscle mass, completely hid his erection from view until the zipper was pulled all the way down. His chest, his cute tummy, his leaky cock- you can see it all now. But despite being exposed, he doesn’t take the pajamas off- he keeps the hood pulled up, doesn’t slip his arms out of the sleeves or take his legs out of the pants. He leaves them on for one main reason- because he feels cute in them, and wants you to think he's cute too.

“When I put them on I started thinking of you,” he says as he shifts into a more comfortable position off of his knees. There’s nothing to prop himself up against at the foot of the bed, so he has to just lean to one side and support himself with a single arm; not ideal, but the headboard has the very important task of keeping his phone upright (with the support of the pillows) and he will not be shifting anything around or starting over.

“A-And I get so hard whenever I think about you because you’re just so- mommy’s so pretty,” he says as his fingers ghost over his muscular chest, tracing the skin before he brushes his thumb over his nipple- the same way you would do it if you were here right now. It’s now that a blush finally rises on his cheeks; and it’s not that he’s embarrassed by doing it infront of a camera or from the image of himself tweaking his nipples reflected back at him, that part doesn’t matter- it’s because he’s sensitive.

His sensitivity to touch, whether yours or his own, is always enough to make his face burn, as it’s always a source of your teasing touches and words. You’ll pinch his sensitive nipples between your fingers while whispering filthy, playful words in his red-tinted ears, softly laughing when he squirms and whines. “I miss you,” he speaks to the camera, biting his lip when he rolls his nipple between his thick fingers, trying not to become too whiny right from the start.

Changbin is sure you’d like it if he was whiny right away, but he has to focus. He knows there’s major appeal in him becoming restless and needy quickly, and he has already shown how eager he is by hastily fumbling with his zipper, but still- he wants this video to last longer than a measly 5 minutes. It takes you longer to cum than him, and he needs to provide a video long enough for you to play with yourself to without having to loop it- that’s his thought process, anyways.

He averts his gaze from his phone setup, opting to look down at himself as he reaches over his chest to give his other nipple equal treatment. "I miss-" he starts to elaborate, but stumbles on his words after giving his nipple a particularly harsh tug. Shit- he has to move on if he wants to stay coherent enough to make a good video for you. Becoming unable to speak in the last few minutes is acceptable, but now, when he's barely even started? No, he has to do better!

So he trails his hand downwards, away from his chest and over his soft stomach as he tries again to let out what he wants to tell you. “I miss your smile, and- m-miss your kisses, your perfume, your hugs, your-” It’s a habit of Changbin’s to babble in these situations once he starts talking thanks to your influence on him. You like to get him talking when he’s like this- hearing him shyly babble away all the things he thinks you want to hear is easily one of your favorite things about fucking him.

And he obviously knows this, which is why he’s freely speaking every little thing that comes to his mind, knowing that you’ll like it (even if watching it back later will make him feel incredibly embarrassed.) Changbin isn’t shy about many things, but you always effortlessly bring his bashful side out. It’s another one of your favorite things, he knows- reducing your otherwise confident and unashamed boyfriend into an overly talkative, shy mess while his body takes on varying shades of pink and red.

So he does his best to bring himself to that place without your presence, to picture you there in front of him encouraging him to go on, to pretend his hand is yours instead. His string of words is broken by a harsh, shuddery breath when his hand finally reaches his cock. Changbin licks his drying lips and looks back at himself in the camera as he takes his length into his hand, stroking it as slowly as he can stand to.

It's more of a struggle than he'd like to admit- this is the first day he's had enough freetime to touch himself since leaving weeks ago, and his sensitivity, paired with the knowledge that he's recording for you and that you'll see all of this when you wake up in a couple of hours is causing his need to grow at an exponentially faster rate than he was prepared for.

He lets out a hiss when he rubs his thumb over the tip, and he has to make a conscious effort not to squirm or jolt his hips up into his hand too abruptly (both for his own sake, and his phone that isn't entirely stable in its placement.) Changbin's bottom lip quickly grows swollen and red from how frequently he bites at it in a vain effort to contain himself, and while it's more than mildly embarrassing to have such little control over his own body and voice, he knows you'll enjoy watching his failed efforts.

Changbin forces eye contact with the view of himself in his phone, wanting to ensure that it feels like he's looking at you when you inevitably watch it. He observes every detail, does his best to take note of what it is you'll be seeing; he watches the rise and fall of his own chest, how his stomach clenches, how his ever so slightly exposed thighs tense and twitch. You'll like this, right? Will think he's as sexy as he is cute? Will love it so much that you'll rub yourself over your dampening panties, that you'll reward him with a flood of sweet messages to wake up to when its morning for him?

"D-Do I look good like this, mama?" he asks the camera as he speeds up the motion of his hand, "Yes, right? I do? You love this, love me?" He briefly allows his eyes to close, imagining that you're there to answer his desperate questions- 'You look perfect, Binnie, you're amazing, such a good boy for me, I love you.' He can really hear you if he concentrates on the thought, as if you're just in front of him and not thousands of miles away peacefully asleep in bed.

Opening his eyes, Changbin remembers the bunny pajamas aren't the only thing he brought with him that he wanted to show you- he still has another surprise in store that he hopes you'll like to see. Letting go of his cock, he brings himself back to his knees and reaches for something just out of view of the camera- his fleshlight. His phone tilts from the shift in the weight, and Changbin is quick to catch it before it completely topples over.

He offers the camera a shy, somewhat awkward giggle as he puts his phone back in place, making an effort to secure it better this time in the hopes that it won't jostle too much from what he plans to do next. And in trying to get his toy ready quickly, he pours practically his entire travel-sized bottle of lube into it; a waste for sure, but he can always buy more later- getting the show back on track is more important.

Changbin is leaned forward now, face as close to the camera as it was when he was playing with the ears attached to the hood. His face being close again doesn't obscure the view of his body at all though, thanks to the fact that he's leaning at an angle, with one palm flat on the bed to support his weight while the other holds the fleshlight where he wants it. He's a bit nervous for this part, if he's being honest- maintaining eye contact himself while he fucks his toy is something he's never done before, but he wants to do it for you, so you have the best experience possible when he sends the video to you!

Other than briefly looking away to line himself up with the toy in his hand, he looks into the camera the entire time- as he slides inside, as he gasps and moans, as he rolls his hips over and over and over. He wonders if you’ve noticed it was gone; did you open up your shared drawer, pull out the bag containing all your fun little toys to have some fun with yourself, noticing in an instant that he took his own toys with him?

He imagines you did- that you pulled it out, intending to rummage for one of your vibrators and clearly saw it missing. You'd smile when you realized, he thinks, as there's only one reason to take such a thing with him. And you'd think of him the same way he always thinks of you, imagine him there next to you, close your eyes and pretend you're teasing him by making him watch you use a vibrator, not letting him touch you unless he's a good boy and keeps his hands to himself until you cum.

Changbin is always a good boy, even in his imaginary scenarios- he'd never, never do anything against what you tell him. Even when he imagines you touching yourself, when he thinks about what scenarios you'd picture in your mind to get off, he's a good boy who does whatever he's told, watching and waiting patiently for his time to touch you.

The ears on the hood still pulled over his fluffy hair bounce with each movement he makes, and finally he breaks eye contact with his phone, his head falling forward and eyes squeezing shut as his whimpers and moans grow in volume. "F-Feels so good baby, mom-mommy, mama, Binnie feels so- so good," he whines, biting his lip once more as he lifts his head to look at the camera again.

If he wasn't already so far gone, he'd feel bad for his neighbor on the other side of the hotel wall; he knows he's getting loud, but he can't help it. He's fucking his toy, head full of you- of what you'd say to him, how you'd sound with your vibrator pressed to your clit, how you'd expertly time your release with his, how you'd look at him when you cum together. With his eyes squeezed shut, he can perfectly conjure the image of you in his head, vivid and almost real enough to trick his brain into believing you’re together right now.

The way you smile at him always rattles his senses, pretty to an almost ethereal degree, sharply contrasting the dirty words you confidently, unashamedly tell him. And while your voice rings clearly in his head, it’s not really you- it’s just the memory of you; vivid, clear, but not as real as he wants it to be. His imagination helps but it’s still nothing compared to if you were really talking to him, if he could see you when he opens his eyes, if he could reach out and touch you or smell your perfume mixed with arousal.

Changbin just wants you, he misses you so fucking bad. It’s the early hours of the morning where you are, and you’re likely still asleep, but he has to call you, has to hear your voice. He obviously intended to cum on camera for you, and he’ll definitely feel bad about waking you up when he’s back in his right mind, but all he can think about right now is how much he craves you. He reaches for his phone, hastily ending the recording and pulling up your contact, pressing the call button before he can even think to stop himself.

The phone rings for so unbearably long that Changbin expects to hear your voicemail message, but to his surprised relief, you answer; a soft, deep and groggy “hello?” from the other end of the line. “Mommy-” he whines upon hearing your voice, his desperation clear through the speaker pressed to your ear. As if the needy whine wasn't enough of a tell to what he's doing, you can hear the slick, sloppy sounds of what you can only assume to be either his lubed up hand or one of his toys beneath his panting breaths and whimpery moans.

"Binnie," you start, a playful tone emerging in your voice, the haze of sleep melting away in record time in response to hearing your sweet boy playing with himself, "are you being naughty?" He nods quickly before he remembers you can't even see him right now and he needs to provide a verbal answer. "Y-Yeah, I- I was m-making a video for you but I need- need you so bad right now," he answers, his entire body shuddering when he hears you sweetly laugh in response.

"You always make me videos, though," you muse with a smile as you shift in bed, "but I'm guessing this is a naughty video, huh? Is that right, sweet boy?" Changbin whines when you call him that, but quickly affirms the statement with a timid 'yes.' You hum as your smile grows, settling comfortably on your back as you continue to talk to him. "So, what happened? Got so needy while making your slutty little video for me that you couldn't even finish it properly? Had to call mommy and wake her up just so you could finish getting off, is that it?"

He lets out another whine- louder this time, and beneath it another sound becomes obvious to your ears; whatever hotel bed he's on is beginning to creak. It tells you something important- that's he's not just laying on his back and stroking himself, but that he's deliberately fucking whatever it is he's using. And given the growing volume and rapid rate of the creaking, you imagine he's rutting into it pretty desperately.

Oh, what a sight he must be right now- it's a shame he's not recording anymore, because his debauched desperation would reflect beautifully on camera, a perfect image for only your eyes to see. "Are your eyes closed, bunny? Are you imagining me there?" you suddenly ask him and again he answers with an affirmative, albeit timid, whine. Good, you think, you know exactly what to do with this information- a little bit of roleplay is just the thing your sweet boy needs.

"How's my pussy feel, baby? Is it good?" you ask, having to bite your lip to suppress a delighted laugh when he gasps and whimpers. The fact that you're playing into his ongoing mental fantasies and pretending he's fucking you is driving him impossibly close to the edge. "S-So good, mama!" he manages to stutter out, and you can tell his rutting has grown more sporadic, the creaking of the bed far less successive and rhythmic as it was when you first noticed it.

“So wet, always so wet-” he continues, cutting himself off with a particularly loud whimper. In true ‘good boy’ fashion, Changbin intended to babble away all his thoughts and the things he knew you’d want to hear him say, but he has himself so high strung and taut that all he can do now is spill noise after noise from his harshly bitten lips. He wishes he wasn’t so close, if only so you could hear your voice for a little longer, but he can’t delay it much more than he already has. And the poor boy, he tries to ask for permission, or at least warn you it’s coming, but all that comes out are broken syllables between all his panting and crying.

It’s obvious he’s close without him even having to say it, and while your bunny appreciates a mean streak when it comes from you, you can tell he needs this and you’re not going to punish him for struggling to ask for permission. Instead, you’ll sweetly encourage him along; because another thing about Changbin is that he hates being bad, even when it’s by accident. “Gonna fill me up, sweet boy? Fill mommy’s pussy with your cum?” you ask, ensuring he knows it’s more than okay, that you want him to cum for you.

Changbin’s eyes roll back the instant the words leave your mouth, his cum spurting into the toy as a string of broken cries leave him in quick succession. He collapses to the bed with exhaustion when he’s finally done, his chest heaving as he tries to calm his racing heart and get his breathing back under control. He’s impossibly hot, from equal parts the pajamas and how worked up he got, his face red hot and his hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, eyes still closed while his brain tries to reboot itself and get back to normal function.

“Shit-” he suddenly scrambles back up, pressing the phone back up to his ear, “I’m so sorry, you were sleeping, it’s still early there and I called you anyways, oh my god-” Your giggle cuts off his string of apologies, and while he’s still impossibly sorry for waking you up just because he was horny, he is relieved you’re not mad at him. “It’s okay Bin, it was better than waking up to my alarm clock, that’s for sure,” you muse with a smile; could you have gotten an extra hour or two of sleep? Of course, but is this better? Absolutely.

“I love you, you know that? I love you so fucking much,” Changbin says and you giggle again before you reply. “I love you too, so don’t forget to send me that video! And clean yourself up, bunny, I know you’re a mess right now. I’ll stay on the phone with you, okay?” “Yeah? You will?” he smiles as he complies, carefully rising from the bed to get himself and his toy clean. “Mhm, it’s starting to get late for you, right? I’ll stay until you sleep,” you tell him, and oh, does that make him ecstatic.

He sends you the video before he forgets, and you talk about mundane things while he takes care of all the tasks he needs to get done to sleep. You’re talking about little things like what you plan to eat for breakfast, what you have to do at work today, what friends you’re going to meet for lunch- and Changbin soaks it all up happily, sighing contentedly as he lies back in his hotel bed, curled up with your soft voice to lull him comfortably to sleep. You don’t stop until you hear his soft snores and measured breaths, whispering to him a ‘good night’ and ‘I love you’ that he can no longer hear, but you have to say regardless.

Ending the call, you still have an hour left before you have to start your day in earnest, with a video in your inbox from your sweet boy just waiting to be watched and played to. You smile as you set your laptop at the foot of the bed and click open his video along with your camera, rays of sunshine just beginning to illuminate your room through the curtains, setting a beautiful backdrop as you set yourself up to return your sweet boyfriend’s favor.

#this was supposed to come out sooner but i got sick earlier this week :') forgive me besties #skz x reader #changbin x reader #skz smut #changbin smut #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz fanfic #sub!skz #mdni + divider graphic credit: @cafekitsune

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hyunpic · 10 months

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#hyunjin #changbin #skz #is this what falling in love feels like cause when he turned around i felt the butterflies hatch in my stomach #it’s so sick and twisted and like seungmin having to hold changbin in this moment like we are all feeling #very vulnerable rn ……#video

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reverbtunes · 2 years

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rainy days with skz

➤ genre : fluff fluff sweet pure fluff <3

➤ warnings : mentions of food (minho and felix), thunder and lightning

➤ a/n : its been raining so much where i live ngl kinda tired of it so i felt like writing down all the stuff i love to do on rainy days and nights :D someone get me a han jisung please and thank you <3 feedback is very much appreciated, i hope you enjoy!! lowercase intended !

➤ masterlist

bang chan !

chan was just about to head to his studio, before lightning struck and he ended up staying over at your apartment for the night. you’d eaten dinner and were laying on the bed, talking about everything and nothing, cuddled up with a blanket on your legs. with the sound of pouring rain and chan’s favourite playlist in the background, you knew there was nowhere you’d rather be than in your boyfriend’s arms.

lee know !

you came home to the sound of sizzling oil. minho brought you a towel and dry clothes as you rushed to the bathroom to take a warm shower. as you stepped into the kitchen, you were welcomed with the comforting smell of your favourite food, and the sight of your very own lee minho, setting the table. as both of you sat down for dinner, you couldn’t express the love you had for the man in front of you. you could only hope that your never-ending praise for him and his cooking could deliver the emotion.

changbin !

lots of rain included plenty of night drives that lasted for as long as the both of you wanted. sometimes you just took a quick round of the neighbourhood. sometimes you drove onwards, not knowing the destination. after begging changbin, he finally gave in and let you open the car windows a little bit, the slightest drizzle spraying onto your face. watching you, the streetlights illuminating your face, the cool wind blowing your hair around messily, changbin could swear you’d never looked this stunning.

hyunjin

as hyunjin handed you your coffee, you continued talking about your day, what made you happy, what didn’t. nights like this made you the happiest. just you and hyunjin, on the porch, talking about your days as the rain pours outside. the breeze, along with your boyfriend’s voice, calms you as you take a small sip of the coffee. just how you liked it. as you sat with him, you shuffled through topics like ‘the meaning of life’ and ‘cookies or waffles’. moments like this you appreciated. nights like this you treasured.

han !

your laughter filled the night air as han jumped around sillily in the rain. he’d dragged you out of the house and, though you didn’t want to get wet, you couldn’t say no to him. looking at his smile washed all your worries away. you followed his actions, sticking your tongue out, trying to catch raindrops in your mouth. you took his hands and spun both of you around, stumbling over your own feet clumsily, but never falling. jisung wouldn’t let you fall. in that moment, neither of you cared about catching a cold or that you had work tomorrow. you had each other and that was enough.

felix !

what more did you need? cuddled up with your boyfriend on the couch, watching your favourite sit-com for the 167th time now, with a bowl of steaming ramen in your hands as thunder sounded and lightning struck. as the both of you laughed at a corny joke, nothing else went through your mind. being with felix was like meditation. all you could feel was his warm hands on yours, his light chuckles ringing pleasantly in your ears. what more could you ask for?

seungmin !

you were woken up by a thunderclap, looking around drowsily before your eyes settle on the man lying beside you. seungmin’s arms were wrapped around you, snuggling into your warmth, his breathing steady. the rainy weather made both of you heavy-eyed and you didn’t realize when the both of you fell asleep. you didn’t realize how long you’d been gazing at your boyfriend’s sleeping profile, until seungmin slowly opened his eyes too, and gave you a half-asleep smile. you gently kissed his forehead and ran your hand through his hair, looking at him with an emotion that could only be love.

i.n !

jeongin had decided to stay over at your apartment for the night. you’d ordered pizza and the both of you were on the couch, your legs draped over his as you ended a call with your mom. you looked out the window and saw it had begun to rain. looking at jeongin cheekily, who was reading something on his phone, you quickly got up and dragged him with you to the balcony. before he could question you, you put on some classical waltz music, and took his hands in yours. both of you giggled as you led jeongin into a slow dance, his hand warm on your waist. as the music ended, you got closer and ended with a sweet kiss, both of you reveling in the other’s company.

#i was sick and decided to write this before i get tired of the rain #also are you shocked that sillily is actually a word #bc i am #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #minho x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #i.n x reader #jeongin x reader #skz scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz imagines

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feverishly-kpop · 8 months

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Changbin & Stray Kids - Pushing Through

It was just a fever. No big deal.

Changbin didn’t get sick often, but when he did it never seemed to happen at a convenient time and this time was no different. With 3RACHA approaching the deadline for their upcoming mixtape, he didn’t have time to be sick.

Chan, Changbin, and Jisung had all been feeling more than a little stressed for the last few weeks. They had decided to scrap a couple of songs and replace them with something new against their better judgement and had been playing catch up in order to finish on time.

He had worked through worse. They all had. This time would be no different.

*~*~*~*~*~

“I have a fucking headache” Chan muttered, leaning back in his chair. He had been looking at the screen for hours at this point without a break.

Jisung had dozed off in his chair about an hour ago and Chan and Changbin decided just to let him be considering it was well after midnight.

“Maybe we should call it a night? You need some sleep” Changbin responded. “And so does he…” he added, gesturing to Jisung.

“I could say the same to you” Chan said, turning his chair to face Changbin. He clearly had more to say and now seemed like a good time to address it. “You’ve seemed sluggish all day and…”

Changbin immediately cut him off. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better tomorrow.”

Chan quickly shook his head, holding up a hand to silence Changbin. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m just concerned. Are you okay?”

Changbin internally cringed. Clearly he hadn’t done a good enough job hiding his discomfort. His mind drifted back to the time that Hyunjin pushed through an exhausting dance practice without anybody knowing that he was feeling sick, only to throw up all over the floor as soon as their choreographer stepped out of the room. And the time that Seungmin sang his heart out at a concert before calmly approaching Chan as they left the stage advising that his throat was bothering him. Chan took him to the clinic the next morning out of an abundance of caution only for him to be diagnosed with a severe case of strep throat. If his members could keep it together while being that sick then he needed to be able to do the same, especially considering he wasn’t all that unwell anyhow. A little fever was nothing he couldn’t handle.

“No, I’m fine! Maybe just a little tired?” Changbin’s response seemed to satisfy Chan who nodded before turning back to his computer and turning off the monitor.

“Yeah, I can relate” Chan said with a chuckle as he turned to Jisung, gently shaking him awake. “Time to go home, Jisungie. Let’s get you home and to bed”

Changbin grabbed his jacket, zipping it up all the way in an attempt to ward off the chill that had been nagging him all day.

*~*~*~*~*~

By the time they got home Hyunjin, as expected, fast asleep. Chan helped Jisung get ready for bed first since Jisung seemed dead on his feet at that point before cleaning himself up. Changbin waited patiently on the couch until it was his turn.

The moment he heard Chan close his bedroom door, Changbin dragged himself to the washroom. He immediately pulled the thermometer from the drawer where he had put it that morning and stuck it under his tongue.

Changbin almost missed the beep as his mind wandered, only realizing half a minute later that he could take it out of his mouth. He knew that his temperature hadn’t gone down but he also hadn’t expected to be up over a full degree. His “slight fever” was now at 38.9°. He popped a few ibuprofen tablets before getting himself ready for bed, hoping that he’d be feeling better in the morning.

*~*~*~*~*~

Of course Changbin didn’t feel better the following morning. He was woken by the sound of Hyunjin bustling around the apartment, getting ready to go to the dance studio. Even after he heard the front door open and close and the apartment returned to silence Changbin couldn’t seem to get any more sleep, instead opting to get up before Chan and Jisung to attempt to pull himself together before they woke up.

With his temperature up to 39.4° he took some more tablets and a cool shower, hoping to get it down enough to where he could have a coherent thought.

*~*~*~*~*~

The day passed much the same as the day prior, except Chan had noticed how sleepy his dongsaengs seemed as it approached 9:00 PM and called it a day early. Changbin was relieved to make it another day without attracting too much suspicion regarding his condition.

Chan received a text from Minho shortly after they arrived home that the dancers were on the way back and that Hyunjin had overdone it a bit so his back was bothering him. Chan tried to hurry Jisung and Changbin in and out of the washroom so that Hyunjin could get ready for bed as soon as he got home. Changbin volunteered to go last, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to move as quickly as the other two.

“I’m sorry to have to rush you, but Minho’s bringing Hyunjin up…” Chan called into Changbin from outside the door.

“I’ll be right out, sorry” Changbin mumbled, running the tap in order to obscure the sound of the beeping thermometer.

39.5°.

Really? How is it not going down?

He quickly tossed the thermometer back in the drawer and ran his towel through his hair again, wanting to make sure it was dry. He stepped out just in time to greet Minho and Hyunjin at the door. Hyunjin was holding his back and wincing as Minho helped him inside.

“Can you grab a heating pad for him, Bin?” Minho asked, but Changbin didn’t hear him, his mind set on getting to sleep as soon as possible.

“I got it, hyung” Jisung said as he sprung from the couch. He had noticed how tired Changbin had seemed all day but he was still surprised to see how out of it Changbin seemed now.

*~*~*~*~*~

Chan, Hyunjin, and Jisung were surprised to find Changbin asleep when Chan cracked his door to invite him to dinner.

“He’s seemed tired for the last few days” Chan said with a shrug. “But it’s understandable. We’ve been working long hours. I don’t know why we scrapped those songs…”

Chan’s thoughts were interrupted by a whine coming from Changbin’s room, followed by another.

Chan instantly stood up from the table, lightly knocking on Changbin’s door. “Hey, Binnie, you okay?”

He didn’t get a response. Just another pained whine from within, so he knocked a little louder. Still no response.

“I’m coming in” Chan announced, wasting no time opening Changbin’s door, finding his dongsaeng in a fitful sleep, all of his blankets kicked to the end of the bed and the floor.

“No…please…” Changbin muttered under his breath, clutching to his pillow.

Chan sat down cautiously at the edge of Changbin’s bed and placed a hand on his hip, trying to wake him gently without frightening him any more than he already clearly was.

“Wake up, Binnie. It’s just a nightmare” he whispered, trying to rouse Changbin.

Changbin quickly woke up but was still beyond disoriented. Sweat continued to drip from his brow as Chan attempted to ground him.

“You’re okay. Just take a few deep breaths” Chan cooed, realizing how off Changbin was looking. Luckily Jisung had followed him from the table and was lurking in the doorway. Chan turned to him and quietly asked for him to grab a glass of water.

Once Changbin’s breathing had evened out Jisung handed him the glass. He took a few sips before handing the glass back and leaning his head against Chan’s shoulder. Chan immediately felt the unnatural heat coming from Changbin and let out a sigh.

“Not feeling well?” Chan asked, running a hand along Changbin’s back.

“I’m fine” Changbin responded. “Just tired. Had a nightmare.”

Despite knowing that Chan had busted him, he still tried to downplay it.

“You’re burning, Binnie. How long have you been sick?” Chan persisted, and Changbin was frankly too exhausted and weak to argue.

“A few days. It’s not a big deal though. I’m fine…” Changbin muttered. “Just need to sleep it off.”

Chan shook his head, helping Changbin lie back down. “You’ll have plenty of time to sleep it off. You’re not to step foot back in the studio, let alone outside of this apartment, until you’re feeling better.”

“But the mixtape…” Changbin started before being cut off.

“Will be there when you’re well” Chan interjected. “Do you need anything?”

Changbin paused before nodding. “Will you stay with me?”

Chan smiled sadly at that, letting out a small chuckle. “Of course. But anything else before I lay down? Because I’m exhausted and am definitely going to fall asleep.”

Changbin just shook his head, relieved to have his hyung with him as he dozed off again.

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #sickfic #straykids sickfic #SKZ sickfic #straykids fluff #SKZ fluff #Changbin sickfic #Changbin fluff #sick Changbin

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seorikkun · 1 year

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our binnie who is dressed like the gingko trees 🍂

#seo changbin #changbin #stray kids #bystay #//////#val's gifs #heyale #dreamytag #this was fun to do i knew i wanted to do something w some nice warm colors .... very cozy #its cold here today so seeing warm + cozy bink really helped <3 #binkie #oh lookin at this i forgot to tag #cw motion sickness #cw spinning ??#motion sickness cw

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jutdwae-archives · 7 months

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Bsf!SKZ Members when they take care of you while you're sick (Hyung Line)

pairings: bsf!hyung line x gn!reader

genre: really cute fluff/comfort

word count: 495

mentions: being sick (coughing, sneezing), mention of phlegm in hyunjin's one, the hyung line is just really comforting (please lmk if i missed anything!)

hyung line ver. | maknae line ver.

this art of fiction is not meant to portray the members in real life.

Bang Chan:

now this man would just be your dad atp

the leader/dad instinct kicks in and automatically will take care of you

you start coughing, he'll have medicine by your bedside table

say you have a sore throat, he'll bring you some lemon ginger honey tea to soothe it

say you're hungry? he will cook for you but he'd rather have Lee Know cook instead cuz he knows that he is the 5-star michelin chef in the group (totally not referenced)

all in all, this man will be by your side as he is working on tracks

ngl i feel like he'd get sick with you but then having to work on the comeback and practice would just have him to try not to get sick

he'd also give the best cuddles as he takes a break from making music just to watch your guys' favourite studio ghilbi movie

Lee Know:

now, we all know that Lee Know is the kinda guy to be the tsundare of the group

he'd be the type to care for you quietly

make you whatever food, bring you medicine

check up on you to make sure you're doing ok

probably bring in soondoongdori to cheer you up or just act really loud but then apologise for yelling

maybe hop on the bed with you and watch your fav anime/tv show

but yeah i feel like he'd be the quiet carer

maybe get a couple of questions from the members

like "why are you making soup?" "oh it's for them... hope they feel better"

Changbin:

changbin would be another case of the guardian

probably jokingly scold you for getting sick

he'd clean up all your dirty tissues and give you medicine

just the usual

would probably drag you to the gym while you're still sick just to stretch cuz he wouldn't want to be curled up in the room all day like a sack of potatoes

constantly remind you to eat as he is a foodie himself

also remind you to keep your fluids up

would honestly try to cook soup for you (following a recipe)

but then when you try it he accidently put sugar instead of salt

so he would just order some soup from a little take-away restaurant and heat up some rice to make 국밥 (rice soup) later on

would also give you cuddles and feed you your food

he's honestly a sweetheart

Hyunjin:

would honestly stay clear from you as possible

he doesn't want to get sick

the common saying of "eW" everytime you sneeze into tissues or like cough up phlegm

would paint you a picture though

or bring kkami over to play with

would bring you medicine

mayyybeeee if he's feeling generous, he'd clean up your dirty tissues occasionally complaining "this is so disgusting.."

he would have a snack session with you and order some of his and your favourite dishes just to keep to content until the next meal time

A/N: Hi guys! J.A here! hope you liked my first work on my page.. still trying to get used to the layout and everything but i will try and keep posts up cuz school is just going to be a pain until this term is over..

but yeah hope you liked it! the maknae line will hopefully be posted within this week :)

Much Love, J.A

#skz #hyung line #bangchan #leeknow #changbin #hyunjin #straykids #fluff #sickness #comfort #drabble #fanfic #jutdwae-archives #j.a writes #headcanon #kpop imagines #stray kids #straykidsland

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sugarbear2001 · 2 months

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#he makes me sick #changbin #stray kids #seo changbin #i need him

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slayonehundredninetytwo · 10 months

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Bunk Beds

hello!!hope you enjoy this fic! the ending is a little abrupt in my opinion but i wasn’t sure how to fix it, deal with it 😘

side note, i want something to call you guys. any suggestions?

Sickie:Felix

Caretaker: Mostly Chan and some Changbin

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Felix woke up in the middle of the night to his stomach churning. He sat up. The stomach ache was quickly accompanied by nausea, and Felix knew he had to get out of this bed. Before he could move to get down the ladder, a harsh gag escaped his mouth, and he knew all hope was lost for getting down. All he could manage to do was lean over the railing as a thick wave of vomit spewed out of my mouth.

Changbin was woken up to a splash of liquid next to him. He was definitely very confused until he realized what the sound was coming from.

“Felix?”

The only reply he got was another wave of vomit falling down beside his bed, and Felix’ sobbing.

Changbin cautiously got out of bed, careful not step in anything or be in the line of fire, right before Felix lurched forward with an even larger wave of sick. He could see Felix in his bed at this point, leaning over the side, tears streaming down his face with sobs racking his body.

“Lix, you gotta calm down, it’s okay. You’re only making yourself sicker.”

I was trying to comfort him, but in all honesty he had no idea what to do in this situation. Luckily, Chan woke up as well, and he had a better idea of what to do. He grabbed the bin from under the desk and handed it up to Felix. Felix let out a loud heave along with a smaller gush of puke. After a few more small splashes, it was clear he was empty. Chan took the bin out of Felix’s shaking hands to go clean it out. Changbin decided to climb up the ladder of the bunk to get a better look at Felix. He was still crying, his freckled cheeks red with embarrassment and probably a fever.

“I’m s-sorr-y”

He said in between sobs.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re obviously sick, you can’t help it.” Changbin pressed a hand to Felix’s forehead, and as he had suspected, he definitely had a fever.

“B-but I ma-made a mess”

“Don’t worry lix, we’ll clean it up. It’s really okay.”

Changbin moved closer to the crying boy, rubbing his back. He seemed to calm down a bit, and so Changbin climbed back down out of the bed to find a thermometer. He returned with the thermometer to find Chan was just about finished cleaning up.

“Lix, do you think you can come down here?”

He shook his head yes and started down the ladder. His balance seemed off however, so Changbin supported him from the ground as he got down. He led him to sit down on Chan’s bed, away from lingering vomit remains.

He put the thermometer in Felix’s mouth and waited for the beep.

“You’ve definitely got a fever. 38.6”

“How long have you been feeling sick?”

Chan asked.

“I didn’t really feel bad until when I woke up earlier”

“Okay. Why don’t you lay down here in my bed while I go get you some fever reducers.”

Felix didn’t hesitate to lay back down, he was clearly exhausted. Changbin was sure to move the freshly cleaned waste basket next to the bed before Felix closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

While looking for meds for Felix in the kitchen, Chan glanced at the clock. It read 7:35 AM. The others will probably be waking up soon, after all, they still had busy schedules for the day. He reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out the fever reducers.

“Are those fever reducers?”

He heard a voice say. Turning around, he found that Suengmin was awake already.

“Yeah. Felix woke up sick this morning. He threw up.”

“Aw that sucks. Is he missing the interview later?”

“Right, I totally forgot about that. Can you actually take these in to Felix? I need to call our manager.”

Without much else, Seungmin quickly took the medicine to Felix, which I was grateful for.

Seungmin opened to door to find Felix sitting up with the trash can in his lap, heaving over it while Changbin held his hair back.

“I guess Chan wasn’t kidding.”

Seungmin said, walking over next to the bed to rub Felix’s back. When it became clear that Felix wasn’t bringing anything up, Seungmin handed him the bottle of water, which Felix took a few careful sips of before handing it back.

“Think you can take some medicine right now?”

“No. It will just come back up.”

“We can wait a little bit. I’m gonna leave these here and go get you a cool wash cloth, maybe that will help a bit.”

Felix just nodded and fell asleep before his head had even hit the pillow.

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As the other members slowly woke up and got ready for the day, they all missed their sunshine. Luckily, Felix hadn’t thrown up again and was sound asleep. Bang Chan said that Felix was given off for the day, but no one else was allowed to stay home with him. They were all worried to leave Felix alone, but it was better than bringing him with them. They got some medicine and soup in him, and are hoping it stays down. Before leaving, they made sure to remind Felix to call them if he needed anything. During dance practice Chan’s phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Chan I-“

He was cut off by a gag, and Chan heard Felix expelling the soup and medication from earlier as it splashed against the toilet bowl.

“Oh Lixie. I wish I could be there with you.”

On the other end of the line, Felix was barely listening to Chan talk, as he was too busy throwing up his lunch.

He hated this. He hated being alone. At least he had Chan on the phone to talk him through it, even if he wasn’t really listening. Until he heard the sound of the call ending. Chan had hung up. Felix felt so abandoned and miserable, trying to hold back his own hair. He just started to cry again. He needed his hyung’s comfort. He couldn’t do this alone. The crying wasn’t helping, and instead made him heave and heave time and time again barely bringing anything up. This sucks. Suddenly, he felt someone take his hair from his hand to hold it out of his face. He looked up to see Chan looking back at him. A wave of relief washed over him.

“I’m so so sorry I hung up on you Lixie. I was calling our manager, insisting I be able to come take care of you. I’m sorry I left you alone.”

Felix was so happy he could start crying again, but he was just too exhausted and sick. When he FINALLY finished throwing up, he leaned back against his aussie big brother, who carried him back to their room and tucked him in.

The rest of the 3 days Felix was sick, Chan was right by Felix’s side, making sure he was taken care of. Felix was just glad to have company from someone he loved so much when he felt so miserable.

🫶

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ask: i have a request for one where han gets nauseous and sick while 3racha were recording and chan and changbin comfort him. thanks so much!

this is a submission for @monthofsick day 6!

tw: vomiting

worse at night ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

recording had been going well all day - the group was cruising through songs for their next album at record speed. they were in such great shape that it looked like they might even be able to have their comeback early. to congratulate themselves and regain a bit of energy, the members of 3racha grabbed a bit to eat before returning to the studio around 9 pm to finish up some post-production work for a few hours.

as they walked back to the studio, changbin noticed that jisung had boxed up almost his entire meal. he’d known that the younger man had been enduring a headache all day, but he’d assumed it had gotten better as jisung had seemed in high spirits throughout the day. now he was notably dragging his feet.

changbin kept a close eye on him as they settled back in and was relieved when jisung regained a bit of color and pep after sitting down and having some water. changbin wrote it off as dehydration, which was alarmingly common for the youngest member of 3racha, and made sure to encourage him to drink more throughout the next hour and a half. by 11 o’clock, they were all tired and had drifted into their own little worlds, ironing out some lyrics and nitpicking each other’s edits. changbin was thinking about calling it when a quiet and unsteady voice broke the silence.

“hyung,” jisung’s voice wavered. changbin’s head whipped towards him, and chan’s did the same next to him. “i think i should go home.”

that much was evident even without it being vocalized. within 30 minutes, jisung had gone from looking like a guy with a moderately bad headache to sweating enough that the studio lights glistened off of the side of his washed-out face.

“what happened?” chan asked. jisung shrugged. the combination of flushed cheeks and heavily bagged eyes made him look both very young and much older than he really was. changbin couldn’t stop himself from placing his forehead on jisung’s head, just to confirm the near-surety that he had a fever

“i just started feeling worse the later it got.” he slumped forward on the desk in front of him, breaths coming deep and slow and erratic. changbin watched jisung’s hand drift to his stomach and made eye contact with chan. these were, unfortunately, not unfamiliar gestures to either of them.

“your stomach’s acting up?” chan asked, only to earn himself another shrug.

“jisungie, do you think you’re gonna throw up?” changbin was reaching for the trash can beside the desk even as jisung robotically shook his head. mere seconds later, he ducked his head under the desk with a heady belch that escalated into an aborted heave.

“fuuuuuuuck,” jisung groaned, reluctantly accepting the receptacle that changbin practically pushed into his hands. “i feel so sick all of a sudden, i don’t know urk!” he lurched over the trash can, only to expel air. “don’t know what happened.”

chan and changbin watched helplessly as jisung’s thin frame jolted forward with multiple aborted heaves, not knowing whether to offer a comforting touch or give him space.

“you guys can leave,” jisung choked out. “you don’t need to, uh…” his body drifted dizzily from side to side as if he was having trouble holding himself upright until chan placed two hands on his shoulders to steady him.

“don’t worry about us, sung, just focus on yourself for now, yeah?”

changbin nodded. “we’ll stick with you until you’re okay to head back home.”

for a moment, jisung’s face was open, vulnerable, and grateful. he leaned into chan’s side, and clutched changbin’s hand in a vice grip as his stomach gurgled ominously. for a moment, it was quiet and calm, and only the sounds of jisung’s labored breathing could be heard. changbin felt a pinprick of sharp malice towards the world for making his hardworking teammate suffer so intensely. then jisung’s back arched suddenly, an obvious reaction to his stomach muscles contracting, and a tentative heave brought up a small mouthful of puke splashing into the trashcan.

changbin’s own heart-rate kicked up as the stench of barf hit his nostrils. jisung’s hand squeezed tighter on his own and the sick man made a noise of disgust, or possibly regret. it was too late to go back now, though. the floodgates had been opened and, accompanied by a full-body shudder a massive amount of vomit gushed forth. jisung got no more than a whimper in before the second powerful rush, and by the third, his grip on changbin’s hand weakened while the older boy’s did the opposite, clenching tight as jisung was wrung out.

“breathe, sung,” changbin said. on jisung’s other side, chan brushed his hands through sweaty hair, but it didn’t seem to have the soothing effect he was going for as jisung continued to cough and sputter, lips dripping with rapidly accumulating spit.

“i can’t,” jisung gasped. “can’t breathe. make it stop.”

changbin wished desperately that he could. “soon, jisungie,” he said instead, but his words were drowned out by a gut-wrenching and drawn out belch. a dark stream of liquified stomach contents splattered against plastic.

“i want this to stop,” jisung whispered, voice rough from rawness. “i want to go home.”

“you’re doing so well, baby,” chan broke in, but jisung only shook his head, tears rolling down his face freely. changbin checked his temperature again and was unsurprised to find that the heat of jisung’s forehead had intensified. after two aborted heaves in quick succession, changbin offered a water bottle.

“you’ll feel worse if you get dehydrated.”

“too sick,” jisung choked out, jaw clamped tightly shut. changbin’s heart clenched.

“you gotta relax a bit, buddy,” chan brushed a gentle hand up and down jisung’s spine. his muscles unwound minutely and the retching tapered off. he looked like a rag doll, completely drained of energy. changbin’s arms opened wide, inviting a hug, and jisung leaned into his embrace. after a few moments changbin heard jisung’s breath slowing down and evening out.

“do you feel okay to head home now?” chan asked. the clock on the wall read 11:53 but changbin felt like they’d been stuck there in a room smelling of puke for days. he could only imagine how jisung was feeling.

“i’m so tired, hyung,” jisung mumbled. “wanna go home and sleep.”

changbin helped him to his feet. “let’s go home, then.”

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