Synopsis: Your best friend Seo Changbin gets distracted during a Smash Bros comeptition against you.
Tags/warnings: Fluff, bsf!Changbin, gn!reader, mutual pinning, Changbin is a softy
A/N I am very whipped for Seo Changbin.
Please let me know if I made any mistakes.
Word Count: 1K
“Ya!” Changbin shouts, throwing the controller to the floor in defeat. “How come you’re so good at this?”
“I’ve got raw talent Bin.” You boast. “Face it, you’ll never beat me.”
The triumphant smile on your face grows even wider at the sight of the pout forming on his handsome face. Your best friend Changbin hadn’t won a single match all afternoon, and much to his chagrin, you weren’t a quiet winner, you were gloating.
During one of your regular hangouts at his place, you had fired up the switch to play a couple rounds of Smash Bros. It was a common occurrence for you two to compete ferociously against each other, Video games or not. Earlier today he had boldly claimed to be ‘unbeatable’ and on an ‘unprecedented winning streak’, you fired him up by saying that the only reason he hadn’t lost yet was because he kept playing against Felix and that meant he was sure to lose to you today. There was no way you’d let him beat you.
The challenge was set, and both of your competitive sides took over as you started a vicious virtual battle against one another.
To his despair, an hour and countless matches later, you remain undefeated.
“No fair!” Changbin pouts childishly.
“Aw, don’t be a sore loser Binnie,” You tease, poking his cheek playfully. “I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you.”
“I’m not a sore loser!” He exclaims in an outrage, swatting your hand away. “You’re too distracting! I can’t concentrate properly.”
“Distracting?” You repeat incredulously. “How am I distracting? I’m literally just sitting here.”
Bin’s eyes grow wide, a furious blush creeping to his ears as he realizes what he’d just confessed.
Changbin found his Best Friend distracting.
Truth be told, He found his best friend more than just distracting, to him you are irresistible. Everything in you, from your bright smile to your brilliant mind, sends him in a blur of emotions. The way you talk or laugh, it draws him in. Even when you're silent, in deep contemplation, you catch his eyes. In the quiet moments spent together, he can’t help but admire you. You steal his breath away just existing around him.
He is nothing more than your best friend, and he is sure you’d never see him as anything more. For the longest time he was happy being just that. Your friend, your support, your comfort, but there is this longing in his heart; a longing for you, a longing to be yours.
“I huh-” He stutters. “You’re.. You.”
A stun silence stretches for a moment.
“Because I’m me?” You repeat confused.
“This came out wrong.” He grunts in frustration. “Forget I said anything.”
For a brilliant rapper talented with words, he sure knew how to lose them all in your presence.
“No no, none of that Bin!” You chastise him. “Tell me, what do you mean?”
You look at him so innocently, so gently, almost afraid that you Did do something wrong. How can he resist the urge to tell you the truth?
He avoids your eyes, conflicted. Why not just get it out? He’s felt this way for so long now, so why not finally admit it out loud? All this time he’s kept his feelings to himself, hoping it was just a silly crush that would disappear sooner rather than later. He even thought of taking a break from you, to add some distance between you so that the fire in his heart would die down, but the thought alone felt impossible to him. You’re you, you feel safe, you feel like home, you’re so much more to him, how could he stay away? And now, how can he keep it all to himself when you’re right there, looking at him like this.
“I like you Y/N.” He admits in a whisper.
Your next breath catches in your throat, eyes growing wide in surprise. Surely you did not hear him right, surely he is not serious. It’s your Bin, he’s always playing. The thought alone brings a frown to your face, if this is a joke it’s Not funny.
You recoil slightly, afraid of the laugh that’s sure to come out of him any second now. “Don’t play with me Bin.”
“I’m not playing.”
You don’t look convinced, that much is clear.
“I’m serious Y/N.” He continues, eyes boring into yours. “I’ve liked you for so long it’s ridiculous. Really. I’m in love with my best friend. And you’re sitting right here next to me, just being You, and I can’t stop thinking about You. Just You. I’m distracted by You.”
Breathing in once, twice, red warms your cheeks and you're at a loss for words.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same.” He goes on, now avoiding the incredulous look on your face. “I just needed to get it out. I’m sorry-”
“I love you too.” You interrupt him.
It’s his turn to stare at you speechless.
“I’ve been in love with you for a while Bin.” You explain, eyes boring into his intensely. “I was sure you would never feel the same, so I convinced myself I was happy just loving you as your best friend, silently, longingly. But I love you so much Changbin.”
You’re stopped in the middle of your confession by his lips on yours. In an instant he had closed the gap between you, suddenly unable to maintain the distance between you now that he knows his feelings are mutual. His hands come up to cup your face and you melt into his touch, into him. It feels desperate at first, you’re both clinging to each other as if the moment will disappear if you don’t hold on as hard as you can. Then it’s soft, and sweet, loving in a way you never knew you could be. Changbin, your best friend, is kissing you and it feels amazing.
You come up for air, his forehead resting against yours as you both catch your breath.
“I’m glad I was a distraction.” You breathe out.
“The best distraction.” He whispers against your lips. “My distraction.”
Synopsis: 9th member foreign reader is going through a rough patch with their family. Coming back to the dorm late after a midnight run, they find Chan waiting for them.
Tags/warnings: 1st person, fluff, hurt/comfort, platonic can be read as romantic, reader is on edge and a bit of a brat, mention of a shity family, Chan is the best.
A/N: I wrote this for myself and decided to post it incase others needed some comfort. If it helps me then why not share right? I have another one coming up, I’m an angsty b and writing these make me feel better.
English is not my first language, I am sorry if some phrasings feel weird. (This feels weird ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ)
Word count: 1318
Things are… Hectic, to say the least. But before I dive in, let’s start properly.
Hi, I’m Stray Kids Y/N. We’re an up and coming Kpop group of 9 members who debuted a year ago. It was our dream and we are now living it. It’s hard work, really hard work, but a dream nonetheless.
If only my personal life was a dream too.
This was my dream, so I thought my parents would have been proud of me. After all, they did allow me to go to Korea for this, and they seemed more than happy when I passed the auditions. But now that I’ve made it? Now that all my hard work is paying off? They almost seem mad that it worked. It seems crazy, but maybe.. Maybe they didn’t believe in me from the start.. Maybe they actually wanted me to fail so I’d finally listen to them, so I’d become what they wanted me to become.. Crazy right? Still the thought won’t leave me. Especially since they’re always on my case recently, have been for awhile actually. They’re never happy about what I do or don’t, and I have to admit that it’s getting to me. I’m frustrated, sad, mad, and so much more that I don’t even have words for it. Not that I really want to focus on it much.
They called today, and after a (not so) great conversation, my emotions were all over the place, I felt restless. Not knowing what to do with myself then, I decided to go on a late night run. The cool air of the night, the sounds of the city, it was bound to quell the storm brewing inside; or at least exhaust me enough to fall asleep without tossing and turning for hours beforehand.
Satisfied enough with the exercise, I return to the dorm to find the lights still on.
“I’m home.” I announce as I toe off my shoes. “Is anyone still up?”
It wouldn’t be the first time one of the guys forgot to shut the lights before going to bed, but it also wouldn’t be new for me to be jump scared by one of them just because I assumed no one was up.
“Yeah I’m here.” Chan answers from the living room. “You’re home late.”
“And you’re here early. I thought you’d still be in the studio.”
He looked at me unimpressed. “We were. But we can’t come home at 4 am everyday. We know when to take a break.”
“Good for you.” I sigh, heading to the kitchen.
It is absolutely not right nor fair for me to act this way with my leader, and I know I’ll regret it later, but I’m just so damn tired, I do not want to hear this tonight.
“Hey wait!” I hear him call out as I leave the room. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Why?” looking over my shoulders I see him following me, stopping right by the kitchen’s door.
“It’s not like you to be out on your own so late. The guys said it’s been like that all week.”
The worry in his voice irks me, I do not want to talk right now.
I cross my arms and turn to face him. “The guys are snitches.”
There’s a strange expression on his face, a mix of confusion and worry. It doesn’t suit him, if I wasn’t still so pent up I’d take it back right now. But I don’t, I only glare at him.
“You know you can talk to me right?” Chan asks softly. “If something’s going on-”
“I’m fine Chris.” I interrupt sharply.
The sound of my own voice shocks us both, bringing me back down from the high of my earlier emotions and the rest of adrenaline from my run. We both look at each other in disbelief. Never had I so much as raised my voice at Chan. He has done too much for me, I had too much respect for him, and here I am, almost shouting at him. What is wrong with me?
“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.” I apologize remorsefully. “I didn’t mean to shout, I’m sorry. I just.. I just don’t need someone else to be on my case." The slight panic in my voice is evident as I pitifully try to explain myself.
“Who..? Y/N what’s going on?” The look on his face abruptly turns to concern. “Talk to me please.”
I bite my lower lip and look at the floor, trying my best to keep my temper in check. It’s Chan, it’s fine, he’s just worried.
“It’s not a big deal, it’s my parents. They’re.. They’re being a lot right now and it’s getting to me I guess.” I shamefully admit.
His brows shot slightly up, surprised by my answer. We don’t talk about my family, I’ve never been one to offer much information about them, especially when it’s not going well. Before our debut, during one of our endless after training conversations, he asked about my family life before Korea, and after a pretty vague description of it all, I hinted that this wasn’t something I was comfortable discussing. To his credit, he never asked again.
“What do you mean?” He tentatively asks.
“I don’t even know, really.” I sigh. “I think they’re mad at me? Ever since we’ve started getting popularity they’ve been all over the place. In the group chat they complain that I don’t share enough but when I do it’s radio silence. Some days they’re nagging because I don’t call enough, but when I do call they’re being passive aggressive. When I talk about what we do, they suddenly change the subject, then they’re disappointed when I don’t tell them what I do.” A tear falls to the floor, I realize I’m starting to cry. My voice distorts as my throat tightens, but I can’t stop talking. “It’s like, like I’m not part of it anymore, like I don’t matter. But it’s more, there has to be a reason, right? So I started thinking and I realized that they didn’t expect me to make it.. Even worse, I think they didn't want me to make it. It’s like they never believed in me, but they indulged me, and now that they’ve been proven wrong they’re angry, and.. disappointed? And it sucks cause they gave me the approval, they were the one to say ‘okay, follow your dreams’, and now, since it’s not what they wanted or expected, it’s not good enough. It’s never good enough! I’m never good enough!”
My hands wipe furiously at my eyes to stop the tears from coming, but now that the dam is broken, it won’t stop. In an instant I feel his arms envelop me and I start sobbing violently in his chest.
“Shh, it’s okay.” His voice is small, soft. ”You’re good enough for us. You’ll always be good enough for us.”
A broken sob escapes me at his words and his arms tighten around me. For a long moment he stays silent, the sound of my crying the only thing breaking the silence, until softly, gently, he starts rocking us back and forth, and I feel his breath in my hair as he whispers “you’re okay, I got you.”
“You’re a good leader Chan. And a great friend.” I mumble against his chest once I’ve calmed down.
He huffs out a laugh, releasing his bear hug just enough to look at my tear stained face fondly. “You’re a great person Y/N, never forget that.”
“Thank you Chani.” I smile gratefully at him.
“You’re welcome.” He returns. “Next time come talk to me before it gets too much, yeah?”
“Yeah.. Yeah, I can do that”
After making sure I was okay, we both said goodnight and headed to our respectful bedrooms. Feeling much better, I lay down and fall asleep with a lighter heart.
so I made my hearts divider set a couple of months ago and had meant to make the star / diamond version of it … only to forget about it because I went to redacted for three months sobs 😭
but they’re here … !! if you wanna see these in other colour sets, drop a comment or send me an ask (suggestions are open heh). hope you like 〜
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