Serious Discussions (LotP ch.11)
Relationships: Bangchan x Changbin
Genre: smut | angst w/ a happy ending | werewolf au
Rating: Explicit
Chapter Word Count: ~4.9k
Tags (not all tags apply to all chapters; these are full fic tags): DD:DNE, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Werewolf AU, Angst w/ a happy ending, Fluff, Werewolf Bang Chan, Idolverse, Minor Violence, Side Pairing Felix/Minho, Bickering, Bottom Changbin, Top Chan, Werewolf Smut, Knots
Summary: Secrets are hard to keep from those we love. This was a fact that Chan knew all too well. He loved his members and he shared every piece of himself with them - except the biggest, and most vital. Chan was cursed.
A/N: Fic will be updated Monday/Tuesdays as schedule allows; Please note that fic will include smut while member is in wolf form; he is still sentient and able to communicate, which is the reason for the dead dove tag; please do not proceed if not comfortable with this.
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“Are you sure about this?” Chan asked. Minho nodded, squeezing Felix’s hand.
“Yeah, we’re ready.”
“Okay. I got your back.” Chan said.
Minho dropped Felix’s hand and pushed open the bedroom door. The rest of the group was scattered in the main living area of the dorm, splayed over furniture and on the floor. Chan had called a group meeting earlier that day at Felix and Minho’s prompting.
“What’s up?” Changbin asked, wiping chip crumbs from his mouth as Seungmin yanked the bag from his lap.
“Nothing bad,” Chan assured them, walking around and leaning on the wall near where Felix and Minho stood. “We have some good news,” he said.
Minho smiled at him gratefully before looking at the group. “So, I’m sure some of you have figured it out, but… We wanted to do this right and say that Felix and I have been dating for a while. Um... And we’re going to tell the company today.”
“Tell us something we didn’t know, huh?” Seungmin said, grinning.
“Did you… All know?” Felix asked, laughing gently.
Everyone nodded except Jeongin, who scowled. “I might be oblivious but… Really?” He laughed. “That’s so cool! Congrats, guys.”
Felix laughed, nodding. “Thank you, Jeongin.”
“About damn time you guys came out. We got sick of dancing around the topic,” Jisung said, pouting as he spoke.
“Well we knew you knew.”
“But I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.”
“How do you think the company is gonna take it?” Hyunjin asked. Felix shrugged.
“We don’t know really. I hope they’ll be okay with it. Chan is gonna be there with us to sort of back us up.”
“We can be too, we’ve got your back,” Jisung said. The others gave their own assent, nodding. Felix and Minho both smiled, and Chan saw their shoulders drop as they relaxed. He stepped forward, wrapping one arm around each of them.
“I told you it’d be fine, see?” He said, squeezing them in a half hug. “I’m proud of you guys. You’re really good together.”
“Do you think you’ll come out to fans someday?” Jeongin asked.
“Someday, we’d like to,” Minho answered. “But not right now. There’s too much going on in the world with equal rights problems and fighting, here and internationally – it’d be too much risk for our group, and ourselves. It’s just safer right now to stay quiet.”
“We’d support you if you wanted to, you know,” Changbin said. He met Chan’s gaze, his mouth curling up in a small smile before continuing. “When, or if, you decide to go public. We’ll all have your back just as loud as we do now. Remember that.”
“We know,” Felix said. “You’re all good friends.”
“Better be more than just friends after the horror I’ve seen in your bedroom,” Jisung said, pouncing up from the couch. He grabbed Felix away from Chan and Minho, holding his neck and nuzzling his jaw even as Felix cried out and struggled.
“Oh God, what horror?” Hyunjin asked.
“The number of times I’ve walked in on these two doing the dirty, I need bleach,” Jisung lamented.
“It was like twice,” Minho said, rolling his eyes. “And once it wasn’t even that bad, you barely saw anything.”
“I saw enough!”
“Dude, lock your door when you do that,” Seungmin said.
“We’ve started to now!” Felix said, his voice shaking as Jisung dragged him to the floor. The members all began to talk at once, shouting to be heard over each other as they conversed back and forth. Chan squeezed Minho’s shoulder, smiling when their eyes met. He nodded and Minho returned it, touching his hand in a silent show of thanks.
Changbin eased his way through the group chaos, setting his hand on Chan’s arm. “Can we talk alone?” He asked, nearly pressing his mouth to Chan’s ear to be heard. Chan nodded. He let Changbin pull him into the hallway where the group’s noise was slightly muffled.
“You okay?”
“I’m good. I just got to thinking with this… Do you ever want to come out? To the group, the company… Everyone?”
“Yeah, I do.” Chan admitted. He leaned against the wall. “My mom knows now, obviously, and I think I’m going to tell my dad and siblings when I visit next. They deserve to find out in person.”
Changbin nodded. “I told my sister the day after we rented the hotel room.” He smiled softly. “She yelled at me.”
“For what?”
“Taking so long.”
Chan smiled softly. Changbin took his hand, lacing their fingers together a moment before releasing. “You told me that night that you were trying to figure out how to talk to me about something. But you didn’t ever bring it up again. I haven’t forgotten… I’m getting a little worried, honestly. It’s been a month.”
Chan nodded. “I know, it has been. I keep trying to find a good time to talk about it, but things keep coming up. I’m sorry I’ve worried you.”
“Let’s talk tonight. Not a date night or anything, but just you and me, lock the door and sit down and have a good talk about it. It’s something that’s important to you, I can tell.”
“It is. Just hard to put into words for… Humans.”
“Well, try. I’ve been able to understand other stuff, right? We’ll talk more tonight about it.”
“You have. We will.” He pecked Changbin lightly on the mouth and headed back into the main sitting area, narrowly dodging Jisung, who’d lunged across the floor to catch a pillow that Felix had thrown at him.
***
Though Chan had spent the past month trying to figure out the easiest way to explain things to Changbin, anxiety still spiked through him when Changbin knocked on his door that evening. “I’m good!” He called, pulling his headphones down around his neck.
Changbin stepped in, shutting the door. He held up a bag. “I brought snacks.”
Chan smiled softly. “You’re a life saver.” He pulled the headphones off and saved his work, rising and stretching. His back popped audibly, and Changbin hissed.
“Jesus, you sound a hundred years old; have you gotten up from your desk in the past three hours?”
Chan glanced at his phone. “Not in the past five, actually.”
Changbin groaned. “Christ, Christopher Bang, you are going to end up decrepit before you’re thirty. Come on.” He shoved the bag into Chan’s chest. “If you wear yourself into another cold, I’m afraid your mom is going to call mine and tell her I’m not taking care of you right. And then they’ll both be yelling at us, is that what you want?”
Chan laughed brightly at Changbin’s dramatic – albeit not too far off – concerns. “Fine, fine. I’ll eat. I just need a drink.”
“Get me a water?” Changbin asked, flopping onto the bed.
“What happened to taking care of me?”
“I’m making you walk. Which you clearly need to do after five hours in that seat. How is your ass not numb?”
“Bold of you to think it’s not,” Chan joked as he stepped out of the room. He jutted his chin to Jisung at the kitchen island.
“What’s up?”
Chan shook his head. “Nothing. Tomorrow I’m gonna want your help with a track I’ve been putting together, I think it needs something more.”
“Sure. Want me to now? Changbin threatened my life if I went into your room for the next like two hours though.”
“Yeah, no, we’ve got a conversation to have, need privacy.”
“Conversation?” Jisung teased, making air quotes with his fingers. “Should I put headphones in?”
“Not that kind of conversation,” Chan laughed. “A relationship one, but nothing that’s gonna scar you.”
Jisung’s smile faded a bit. “You two are okay, right?”
“Yeah,” Chan nodded. He glanced toward the bedrooms. “We’re really… Really good actually,” he admitted. “This isn’t a bad conversation. Just sort of figuring out our future.”
“You two gonna announce it? To the group, or company?”
“Soon, probably. That’s part of tonight’s conversation, among other things.”
Jisung pouted then, his face scrunching up and making him look a decade younger. “It’s not fair,” he whined.
“What isn’t?”
“All my friends are getting boyfriends.”
“Do you want a boyfriend, Hannie?” Chan teased.
“I do!” He stomped his foot and smiled then. “I do. But I’m waiting until the right person comes by. I’m happy for you guys.”
“You’ll find someone, Jisung.” Chan reached out, squeezing his shoulder. “You deserve it.”
“Thanks. I’ll come bug you tomorrow morning before practice for that song.”
“Sounds good.” Chan nodded in agreement. He headed to the kitchen and grabbed waters, nodding once more to Jisung before slipping back into his bedroom and shutting the door firmly.
Changbin was sitting cross-legged on his bed, typing out something on his phone.
“You didn’t have to threaten death on our friend to keep him out of the room, Bin,” Chan scolded with no venom.
“Worked, didn’t it?” Changbin asked, not looking up from his phone.
Chan sighed heavily, shaking his head. He settled onto the bed, passing Changbin a bottle of water and opening the bag he’d brought in. He rolled down the bag so it sat upright and placed it between them. “So, today was eventful.”
“How did it go with the uppers anyways?” Changbin set his phone on the shelf behind Chan’s bed. “You three were kinda mum on it after you left the meeting.”
“It wasn’t the worst,” Chan said, shrugging. “They weren’t super pleased but they didn’t say they couldn’t.”
“Would you have let them anyways?”
“Not a chance. I told them I’d have their back, I meant it. Ultimately the company let it go. Of course, the normal restrictions, don’t let anyone find out, deny, deny, deny, make sure to put space between you two when there’s cameras, stuff that we expected.”
“Could have been worse,” Changbin agreed. “Did Minho and Felix think it went well?”
Chan nodded, chewing the snack mix he’d thrown into his mouth. “Yeah,” he said, “they were pretty happy with how it went. I think they’re relieved that it’s all out in the open now.”
“Speaking of…” Changbin drifted off, picking at the label on his water. “Getting things out in the open…”
“Right.” Chan cleared his throat. He took a swig of his water, his anxiety creeping back in. “So, I’ve been trying to figure out how to explain this for a month and I’m still not quite sure how to manage it so… Please just… Let me try to get it all out, okay?”
Changbin nodded. He leaned back on the bed, bracing pillows behind his back. “I’m listening.”
Chan chewed his lip for a moment, playing with a loose thread on his blanket. “Okay, so… Wolves like me… We’re not really human. Obviously we look human but… We’re not exactly.”
Changbin chuckled and nodded. “Got that from the furball on my lap last month,” he joked.
Chan smiled kicking him lightly. “So, because of that, sometimes humans and wolves like me don’t line up fully in terms of… Relationship needs. My kind need more than humans can provide.”
“Like what?”
“I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” Chan said, avoiding the question. “I didn’t think my wolf would care, since you’re already so perfect for us. For me.”
“But there’s something I’m lacking,” Changbin said softly.
“No!” Chan shook his head. “Not lacking. You really are amazing. And I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
“But your wolf would.”
Chan grimaced. “It’s not like that. He just… Wants a little more from you.”
Changbin lowered his gaze. Chan’s heart squeezed painfully. If he wasn’t careful with his words, he could end up breaking Changbin’s heart and ruining what they had.
“Wolves need packmates. To run with, to hunt and play. I’ve been alone for so long that I didn’t think it would matter, I got used to it, but there’s been this nagging urge since we made love the first time for more, for that pack bonding. And you just…”
“I can’t do that,” Changbin filled in softly. “Because I’m just a human.”
Chan closed his eyes. “Please don’t be upset.”
“Well I can’t help it, Chan!” Changbin cried, looking up quickly. “I want to be everything for you, I want to be there for you and your wolf and it’s not enough, but I can’t change what I am. You wouldn’t consider it anyways, even if I told you I wanted to think about changing.”
“I don’t want you to change,” Chan pleaded. “But he wants a wolf too. It’s like having two people in my head who want and need different things and I don’t know what to do because I have to handle both but I want you happy.”
“I’m happy with you,” Changbin said, his voice cracking. “If that means letting you turn me… It’s something that’s not off the table.”
Chan’s wolf perked up immediately, his heart skipping a beat. Chan pushed down the joy, shaking his head. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I’m an adult. I’m not saying you need to do it right this second, but Chan, I know what you are. I’m not naiive. I know you aren’t human and I know that we’ll never last if I can’t experience that part of you.”
“Don’t say that, we could—”
“This conversation shows we likely won’t. Relationships are a give and take, right?”
Chan nodded.
“And you – it’s like being in a relationship with two people, instead of just one. Which is fine, I love that about you, and your wolf is just as important to me as this part of you. I can give to you, in this form. Our talks, our work, touching, fucking. But I haven’t given much of that to your wolf.”
“And what do we give you?”
“A lot more than you realize, you fucking idiot.” Changbin smiled a bit as he spoke. He sighed. “Look, don’t treat me like a child with this. Say what you need, what he needs. Tell me how it works. And let me decide, let me make that decision.”
Chan chewed the inside of his cheek, considering Changbin’s words. He nodded. “I don’t need any more than what you are now. But my wolf wants a mate. He wants to feel you in the way I already do. He wants someone to run in the forest with and someone he can wrestle with without fear of breaking bones or tearing skin. He wants a mate he can… Fuck—Without worrying about hurting.”
“And a wolf can be that for him.”
Chan nodded. Changbin set the snack bag on the shelf. “You know,” he said softly, moving closer to Chan. “He doesn’t have to be gentle with me now. I know I can’t give him everything he wants, but… When I said I’d let him fuck me, I meant it.” He braced his palms on Chan’s knees, leaning forward and brushing their lips together. “I’m more than happy to strip down next month… Drop on all fours… Let him show me just how a wolf fucks.”
Chan’s eyes fluttered shut, his mouth falling open involuntarily as he drew in a quick breath. “Changbin—”
“It excites him, doesn’t it?” He murmured. He brushed his lips over Chan’s cheek and down his neck, biting gently. “Do you wanna fuck me? Hm? Be a good boy and pin me down?”
Chan whined softly. He knew exactly what part of him Changbin was talking to, and the wolf was reacting. He shivered, grabbing Changbin’s wrists.
“You don’t want to tease right now, Binnie,” he growled.
Changbin met his eyes, smirking. “I see the wolf in there. Just below the surface. He’s come forward more often, you know. Lately.”
“It’s because of you,” Chan huffed. He pushed Changbin back easily, crawling onto him and laying over him. He squeezed Changbin’s wrists and brought them up, pinning them above his head. “You constantly tease him.”
Changbin leaned up, brushing his mouth over Chan’s. “I want him to fuck me, Chan. I want to feel it. Blowjobs are fine, but I wanna feel his cock inside me, feel that power, that strength I know you have. Will you?”
Chan gritted his teeth, willing his wolf to settle. He nodded. “I will. He will.”
Changbin kissed Chan hard, their teeth hitting striking uncomfortably. Chan laughed, pulling back to adjust their lips as he slipped his tongue into Changbin’s mouth. He lowered his hips down, allowing their crotches to rub together as they made out.
Changbin spread his thighs, planting his feet on the bed and beginning to grind his cock against Chan’s. He moaned into his mouth, fighting Chan’s grip on his arms. “Now who’s teasing?” Changbin growled against his mouth.
Chan pulled back, smirking. “Well, it’s not time for my wolf. So I guess we should just stop here and wait…”
Changbin shifted suddenly, using his strength to throw Chan back. He freed his arms easily and flipped them, pinning Chan with his body. He held his arms at his sides, teeth bared as he looked down at him. “Don’t you dare.” He grumbled.
Chan would never admit it to anyone, but those moments – where Changbin was this close to snapping – those were when his lover was at his most attractive. There was something wild in his eyes when he was pushed this far, something almost… Wolf.
Chan wrestled against his grip, smirking when Changbin resisted, his jaw set.
“You gonna rough me up, Binnie?” Chan teased. “What would the fans say? You being so rough and mean.”
“Fans aren’t here.” Changbin gripped Chan’s wrists almost painfully and pushed his arms above his head. He pressed them together and leaned on them with one hand. Chan moaned at the painful streak of pleasure he felt, his hips twitching up involuntarily.
Changbin smirked. He yanked his own shorts and boxers down around his knees with his free hand, shifting his legs to kick them off. He leaned closer to Chan, snapping his teeth near his face when Chan tried to lean up and kiss him while he rummaged in the nightstand.
He moved back up, leaning his weight on Chan’s wrists once more. With a practiced ease, he flipped open the lid of the lube slipped it into his mouth, pouring a healthy amount onto his fingers. He closed it and dropped it onto the bed before reaching back.
Chan moaned softly when Changbin’s expression changed, his eyes slipping shut, bottom lip disappearing between his teeth. Chan could see the muscles in his arm moving as he fingered himself.
“I could help with that,” Chan tried, his voice coming out far more pleading than he intended.
“Nuh-uh. You don’t get to. This is what you get for teasing,” Changbin panted. He moaned freely, twisting his hips back against his hand.
Chan whined softly, his cock aching as he watched. He struggled against Changbin’s grip, but each move made him press harder, his grip tightening a little more on Chan’s wrists.
After what felt like forever, Changbin moved his hand away from his ass. His fingers were slick with lube. Without waiting for Chan to speak, he grabbed his boxers, pushing the waistband down and reaching in to free Chan’s aching cock. He gasped when the cool air of the room hit it, goosebumps rising over every inch of his skin. Changbin poured more lube over his tip, laughing when Chan hissed at the cold sensation. After spreading it over the length of his shaft, Changbin lined himself up and sank down onto Chan’s cock with a low groan.
Chan pushed his head into the pillow, his mouth falling open in a silent shout at the tight squeeze around his sensitive tip. He bent his knees, using that leverage to thrust up, driving himself a little deeper into Changbin.
Changbin cried out, falling forward. He put his other hand over Chan’s wrists, keeping him pinned even as Chan fucked up into him, his brows furrowed in concentration.
Their lips met in a messy kiss, panting and groaning into one another’s mouths. Changbin began to drop himself down, meeting Chan’s thrusts halfway and burying the length of Chan’s cock deep inside him. Chan could feel his entire body shuddering, each thrust nearing unbearable tightness when Changbin’s ass clenched at the base. His ass was warm and soft, silken smooth against Chan’s cock. The tight channel gave just enough to let Chan push through, squeezing and forming a tight grip around every little curve of his shaft.
“Changbin—“ Chan gasped. Changbin pressed their foreheads together, his eyes squeezed shut.
Chan tugged his wrists, desperate to touch. He whined softly, biting his bottom lip when Changbin’s eyes fluttered open.
“Please— Let me touch—“
Changbin released his arms, planting his hands on either side of Chan’s head. Chan grabbed his ass immediately, squeezing hard.
Changbin laughed breathlessly. “Now who’s the butt hunter?” He gasped.
Chan groaned annoyedly. He slapped Changbin’s ass hard, loving the delightful yelp it earned.
“Not my fault,” he growled, squeezing before slapping it again. “You’re the one working out your ass so it looks like this.”
“Just wanna make sure you have lots to hold while you’re fucking it.”
Chan grinned and slapped it a third time, shivering when Changbin’s ass squeezed tight around his cock.
Changbin leaned up on his knees, bouncing on Chan’s lap. He followed him up, wrapping his arms around his middle. Changbin set his hands on Chan’s shoulders, gazing into his eyes as he rode him. Chan could feel his muscles quivering, his cock dribbling against his belly, all signs he was getting close.
“Wanna come in my mouth?” Chan whispered.
Changbin nodded quickly. He began to thrust faster, burying his face in Chan’s neck as he whined with each deep penetration.
“That’s it, ride me,” Chan grumbled, holding Changbin’s hips lightly. “Your fucking ass is so tight, Binnie, perfect fit for my cock. Squeeze me just like that—“ He gasped.
Changbin swore suddenly. He pulled off Chan’s cock and raised himself up, stroking himself quickly. Chan leaned down, wrapping his lips around Changbin’s tip. He closed his eyes, sucking hard as thick ropes of come began to spurt from it. Changbin grabbed his head, pushing him down a little further as he groaned, his hips jerking with each spurt.
He pulled back when he could pull no more from Changbin. He opened his mouth, letting Changbin see how full of come it was, before swallowing.
“My turn.” He whispered. He lined his cock back up and pushed Changbin’s hip. “Take it.” He demanded. Changbin shouted his name, sinking down on his cock. Chan began to fuck up into his ass, holding his hips.
He chased his own climax, the taste of Changbin’s come in his mouth driving him to new levels of desperation.
“Chan!” Changbin yelped, holding tight to Chan’s shoulders.
“Take my cock, Binnie,” Chan snarled. “Gonna make sure we ruin your ass for anyone. Me and my wolf, only cocks that’ll make you feel good.”
Changbin shuddered hard, whining softly against his neck. “Yes, please— Come in me, please—“ He gasped.
“Almost there, baby, keep taking me,” Chan praised. “So good… Oh Jesus, fuck… Take it Changbin, fuck—“
He slammed Changbin down against his hips, holding him there tightly as he shuddered through his climax. His balls ached with the force of their pulsing, spilling everything deep inside Changbin’s tight channel.
Changbin reached back, gently cupping Chan’s balls and stroking them. “That’s it,” he panted in Chan’s ear. “Give me everything. Every drop, deep in my ass. I can take it, Channie. My ass was made for you and your wolf. Made to take your cock and your knot and hold all your come… Feels so good,” he whined softly.
Chan shivered, squeezing his middle tighter as his orgasm finally began to fade. Changbin didn’t move until his cock slipped out on its own. Then he moved to the side, laying on his belly with his thighs slightly parted. Chan could see a streak of his come on Changbin’s inner thigh, and a surge of pride and possessiveness rushed through him. He wanted to be the only one to mark up Changbin’s beautiful body like this. He laid down and kissed Changbin’s shoulder.
The two laid in silence for a long time, allowing the afterglow to settle into their bones and relax them. Finally, Changbin sighed and rolled over, sitting up. “I’m hungry.” He complained.
“Shocker,” Chan mumbled, flinging his arm over his eyes.
“Aren’t you?”
“I could eat.”
“I’ll order.” Changbin pulled his shorts on and grabbed his phone, scrolling through it. “Requests?”
“Nah, I’ll eat whatever you get.” Chan sat up as well, stretching his aching muscles before pulling on his bottoms as well. “We got a little distracted from our conversation…”
“Just a little.” Changbin grinned. He set the phone aside. “Food’ll be here in about twenty.”
Chan nodded. He settled back onto the pillows with Changbin, their shoulders brushing.
“Changing into a wolf is a big deal. It’s not something to be taken lightly,” he began.
Changbin nodded. “You said it could be dangerous.”
“It can be. If it’s not done right – even sometimes if it is – the human can die. Most human bodies can’t withstand the change.”
“Do you know what causes it? Is it like… Magic?”
Chan chuckled. “I wish. No. Really it’s… Just a parasite. An infection. It gets into our DNA and changes it permanently, but if it doesn’t go into the right DNA parts, it can break it down, essentially destroying a person.”
Changbin grimaced. “That sounds horrific… What are the chances?”
Chan sighed. “Honestly? I’ve only known two bittens… My mom is one, and then a friend of ours in Australia who used to run with us; she was bitten as a young child, which makes sense. The younger you are, the more likely it is to work, because the body can bounce back more easily. But unfortunately most people don’t consider changing until they’re in a situation like my mom was and you are, where they’ve accidentally gotten into a relationship with a wolf.”
“So how does it work? The change, I mean.”
“There’s a couple of ways to do it. The most well-known way is through a bite. But it has to be a very specific location, during the exact full moon, so the second night that I can change, and then my blood needs to be rubbed into the wound. The other option is a little less aggressive. It involves injecting the person with the wolf’s blood. It would need to get into your blood stream – and it would have to be my blood while I was turned on that specific night, when the parasite in my system is at its strongest.”
“Then what? Would it kill me right away? Or… Would we know?”
“We’d know. You’d change within the first few hours. That first change, apparently is… Agony.”
“It looks horrible when you do it, I can’t imagine.” He chuckled. “You know I’m a wuss.”
Chan rested his head on Changbin’s shoulder. “I don’t want you to go through it. I really don’t. I’d never ask you to do something like that.”
“Will you be content in a relationship with me if I don’t?” Changbin asked. “I mean honestly, you said the younger person has a better chance. We’re not all that old, so… Wouldn’t it make more sense to decide to do it now, rather than ten years when your wolf starts to resent me for being human?”
“I’d never.” Chan promised.
“You don’t know that. He already wants more than I can provide. At least somewhat. Sex, being out in the woods, I can do that. But I’m still not a wolf.”
“I don’t care.” Chan grabbed his hand. “Changbin, please don’t make a decision like this based on what you think I want. We can work together to make our relationship work no matter what, okay?”
Changbin chewed his lip. He stroked his thumb over Chan’s knuckles, remaining silent for a long time. “Is there any way to test if it would work before doing it? Mixing our blood outside of our bodies maybe? Seeing a reaction? Do you know?”
Chan shook his head. “I don’t know, actually. My dad might know though. He’s pretty well connected with wolves from all different countries.”
Changbin chuckled. “Werewolf chatroom?”
Chan laughed and nodded. “Honestly yeah, something like that… But that’s a really good question. I hadn’t thought of trying that. I wasn’t going to talk to him about you until I went home on vacation but… I can ask sooner, if you’d like.”
“When’s vacation?”
“Two months.”
Changbin nodded. “We can wait. It’ll give me some time to think it over. You’re right, this is a big decision. And we both deserve time to think on it. I mean… If you turn me… That’s pretty much marrying me, isn’t it? We’d be stuck together.”
Chan smiled softly and nodded. “Kinda. And I don’t know if I wanna have your annoying ass hanging off my hip for eternity.”
Changbin grinned brightly. “Oh you know you do.” He leaned forward and kissed Chan as their doorbell rang. “Our food’s here.” He hopped up, heading out of the room.
Chan sighed softly, watching him go. Though they were only joking, Changbin had been entirely right. He would be more than pleased to be with Changbin forever… It would be a dream come true.
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