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[seosexual]

Interviews w/HockeyPlayer! Chan….

series masterlist summary: a heated rivalry drabble. Changbin wanted more attention. He just didn't expect to find the one person who refused to give it all to him. * ✩˚ word count: 1.1k ˚✩ *

Chan had spent four years answering the same questions.

About wins, losses. being captain.

Seo Changbin.

By now, the routine was second nature.

The cameras would be waiting outside the locker room. Reporters would crowd together with recorders and notepads, each hoping for a quote that might become tomorrow's headline.

Most of the questions blurred together:

'What happened in the second period?'

'Did Changbin's hit change the momentum?'

'Has the rivalry between you become personal?'

Chan answered them the same way he always did, calm and composed, never giving anyone more than they needed. It was easier that way.

By the time the media scrum began to thin, he was already thinking about heading back to the locker room when he heard your voice.

"One last question?"

He paused.

You glanced down at your notebook before meeting his eyes.

"You stayed on the ice for twenty-three minutes after practice yesterday."

For the first time all afternoon, Chan's rehearsed smile slipped, "Yeah."

"What were you working on?"

Chan looked at you for a long moment before answering.

"I've been rushing the release," he admitted, his voice quieter now that the media crowd had begun to thin. "The shot gets there, but it isn't as clean as I want it to be."

His gaze drifted toward the rink behind you, the image of an empty net and scattered pucks lingering in his mind. "So I've been staying after practice. Same shot. Same spot. Over and over."

"How long?"

The question caught him off guard. He thought about it for a moment before answering with a small shrug, "until I stop thinking."

Your pen paused above the page, "what does that mean?"

A quiet laugh escaped him.

"It means if I'm still thinking about where the puck's supposed to go, I'm already behind the play." He glanced down at the floor, choosing his words more carefully than he usually did during interviews. "The best decisions happen before you realize you've made them."

You nodded, jotting something into your notebook before flipping back a page. "That explains the pass."

Chan frowned. "The pass?"

"Three minutes left in the third." You tapped the page with your pen. "You had a clean shooting lane."

"I did."

"But you passed."

He held your gaze for a second before answering, "the defense expected me to shoot."

"So you made them commit."

"And my winger had the better angle."

A small appeared on your face. "It was the better play."

Chan found himself smiling too.

By the time you closed your notebook, the conversation had drifted far beyond anything he'd expected when you'd asked for one last question. "Thanks, Captain."

He nodded once, shifting his bag higher onto his shoulder as he turned to leave.

Then your voice stopped him again. "You told everyone you were happy with the win."

"I was."

When he looked back, you were studying him with the same quiet focus you'd had throughout the interview, "you didn't look like it."

The words settled somewhere he couldn't immediately reach. For the first time in years, Chan found himself searching for an answer that didn't come automatically.

Before he could find one, you offered him a polite smile, thanked him again, and disappeared into the crowd. He stood there for another moment, watching the space you'd left behind.

It wasn't the conversation about practice that stayed with him, or the question about the pass.

It was the unsettling realization that you'd somehow managed to ask about the parts of him he'd spent years teaching himself not to explain.

✧

Weeks passed.

The season started to move on, one game folding into the next until the routine became familiar again.

Pregame skate. Three periods.

Media. Recovery. Repeat.

At some point, Chan realized he had started looking for you unintentionally.

He simply noticed when you weren’t there.

He noticed when another reporter stepped forward instead, asking the same questions he’d answered a hundred times before. He noticed when someone misquoted a play because they hadn’t seen it unfold the way you would have. He noticed when the hallway emptied a little faster than usual, leaving him with the strange feeling that something had been missing.

It wasn’t disappointment.

At least, that’s what he told himself. It was curiosity.

He found himself wondering which game you had been assigned to instead.

Whether you were covering Changbin’s team that night. Whether you’d ask him the kinds of questions that left him thinking long after the interview had ended.

The thought lingered longer than it should have. He decided not to examine why.

✧

It happened a few weeks later.

Another rivalry game, another win, another crowd of reporters waiting outside the locker room with the same questions they had been asking for years.

By now, Chan knew exactly what they wanted.

The hit in the second period. The penalties. The argument after the final whistle.

Changbin.

He answered the way he always did: calm, polite, careful not to give anyone more than a headline. It wasn't that he disliked talking about the rivalry. He understood why people cared. Four years of competing against the same player, on two opposing teams, created a story whether they wanted one or not.

The problem was that somewhere along the way, the story had started becoming bigger than the game itself.

That was the part Chan never knew how to explain.

By the time the hallway began to clear, you were one of the last reporters still standing in front of him. Your notebook remained open, but you didn't immediately ask the question he expected.

Instead, you looked up, "can I ask about Changbin?"

The pause that followed was brief, barely noticeable, but you caught it. Chan glanced away for a moment before looking back at you. "You can."

"You've been competing against each other for almost four years," you said. "What keeps bringing it back to this?"

It was a simple question. But it wasn't the one he was used to answering.Most people wanted the easy version of the rivalry. They wanted to know who hated who more, who wanted the win more, who was really the better player.

You weren't asking about any of that. You were asking why neither of them had ever walked away.

Chan's eyes drifted down the empty hallway toward the rink. "I don't know if it's about winning anymore."

The honesty surprised him. He had spent years refusing to give the rivalry more meaning than it deserved. It was competition. It was hockey. That was all it needed to be. Except he knew that wasn't entirely true. "At some point, it just became habit."

The words settled between you. You didn't rush to fill the silence or push him for a bigger answer. You just waited, and somehow, that made it easier for him to keep going.

"Some habits are hard to break," Chan admitted. His gaze returned to yours. "So we don't."

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[seosexual]

Interviews w/HockeyPlayer! Changbin….

series masterlist summary: a heated rivalry drabble. Changbin wanted more attention. He just didn't expect to find the one person who refused to give it all to him. * ✩˚ word count: 1k ˚✩ *

Changbin refused to lose.

Not games.

Not arguments.

And certainly not attention.

So when he noticed your latest game-day gallery had more photos of blocked shots than Seo Changbin himself, he decided something needed to be done.

He found you after the game, camera still hanging around your neck and your attention focused on editing the photos from the night. "You're aware," he said, holding up his phone, "that there are only three pictures of me in your gallery?"

You barely looked up, "four."

Changbin glanced back down at the screen, "four?"

"One was blurry enough that I decided to spare you."

For the first time that day, Seo Changbin had absolutely nothing to say. Then he laughed out loud.

That was the first time you met him. It definitely wasn't the last.

Changbin refused to admit it bothered him at first.

He told himself it was only about the coverage. That was all.

Except he started noticing things he had no reason to notice.

Like the way your articles about Chan always seemed different.

You didn't just write about his goals or his stats. You wrote about the decisions behind his plays, the way he controlled the ice, the way he carried himself as a captain. You caught details other reporters ignored.

Changbin noticed, because when it came to Chan, Changbin noticed everything. And suddenly, the lack of photos of himself wasn't the only thing bothering him.

It was the fact that you seemed to understand his rival in a way no one else did.

So he started looking for reasons to end up in front of your camera.

A better quote after a game. A reason to stop by after practice. A comment he knew would make the next article.

Every time, he told himself it was about the coverage.

Every time, he knew better.

Because somehow, the one person who refused to be impressed by Seo Changbin had become the one person he wanted to impress.

And he hated that.

Almost as much as he enjoyed it.

✧

The first official interview should have been easy.

You had interviewed enough athletes to know what to expect. Confident players who loved hearing themselves talk. Coaches who gave careful, rehearsed answers. Captains who carried themselves like every question was another opportunity to prove they belonged at the top.

Seo Changbin was supposed to be no different.

Except Changbin had a habit of turning every conversation into a competition.

Halfway through the interview, his attention drifted from the notes in front of him to the article you had written about Chan the week before.

"You wrote that his biggest strength is his patience."

You glanced up from your recorder, "I did."

Changbin tapped his finger against the page, his expression unreadable, "and you actually believe that?"

You tilted your head slightly. "I wouldn't have written it if I didn't."

Something like amusement flickered across his face, "interesting."

You waited as Changbin leaned back in his chair, still looking at the page, "you're pretty generous with him."

There it was.

You almost smiled, "Is this interview about Chan?"

The answer came too quickly, "no." He seemed to realize it too, because he cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. "Just curious."

It was almost convincing.

"You know you bring him up a lot for someone who claims he isn't a big deal."

His eyes returned to yours, "I bring him up because he's my rival."

"That's not the same thing."

Changbin didn't answer. The fact that he didn't have a comeback bothered him more than it should have.

✧

After that, the interviews became a habit.

Not officially though. Changbin would never admit to having a habit when it came to you.

There was always a reason.

A correction to make about a quote you had used. A question he thought you should have asked. A complaint about an article that somehow always ended with him reading every word twice.

"You know," you told him one afternoon after he had once again appeared outside the athletic department office located downtown, "most players just wait until their interview is scheduled."

Changbin looked up from the notes he had brought with him. "Most players aren't captains."

"Is that your excuse?"

"It's a fact."

You glanced down at the papers in his hand, "then why did you bring your own notes?"

Changbin looked at them like he had forgotten they existed. "Preparation."

"For an interview you don't have scheduled?"

"Exactly."

You tried not to laugh.

It was the kind of thing that bothered him. Not the teasing. The fact that you never seemed impressed by him.

Everyone else saw Seo Changbin, captain, star player, future prospect.

You saw someone who cared a little too much about what people thought.

Especially when it came to you.

And somehow, that was worse.

Because once you noticed it, you started seeing the things everyone else overlooked.

The way he lingered after interviews, even after the recorder was already turned off. The way he complained about your articles while somehow knowing every detail you had written. The way he acted like your game-day galleries meant nothing, only to be one of the first people checking them after they were posted.

Changbin had spent years making sure people noticed him. You were the first person who made him question whether being noticed was enough.

Your camera never followed him simply because he was Seo Changbin.

It followed moments. The plays that changed the game. The details most people missed. The seconds between the highlights that showed who a player actually was.

And for someone who had built his entire reputation around being impossible to ignore, there was something frustrating about knowing he couldn't just demand your attention.

He had to earn it.

So he tried.

Not in a way he would ever admit, you noticed the difference though.

The extra effort during plays. The way he held his focus after the whistle. The small moments he seemed to create without realizing he was doing it.

Then, after a particularly brutal game, your newest gallery went live. Changbin opened it before he could pretend he wasn't curious.

And there it was.

A photo of him. Not the goal everyone would talk about. Not the celebration that would end up on social media. Not the version of Seo Changbin everyone already knew.

It was a moment between plays. His expression sharp. His shoulders tense. Completely locked in.

A version of him no one else thought to capture.

And somehow, that was the photo he kept coming back to.

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[seosexual]

Inside The Rivalry ft. Chan & Changbin

series masterlist summary: a heated rivalry drabble. Two rival captains. Four years of bad blood. One rivalry that became impossible to ignore. Before you ever stepped between them, Changbin and Chan had already built something neither of them knew how to escape. * ✩˚ word count: 1.7k ˚✩ *

Everyone knew what happened when their teams played.

The coaches knew. The refs knew. Their teammates knew.

By the second period, someone was always asking the same question. “How long until they end up in the box?”

Tonight, the answer was twelve minutes.

Chan scored first. A perfect shot.

The kind that made the crowd explode and made Changbin’s grip tighten around his stick.

He hated how predictable it was.

The way Chan always found the smallest opening. The way he always looked calm afterward, like he hadn’t just ruined Changbin’s entire night with one shot.

Especially the celebration. Especially the glance across the ice afterward.

That was the part that got under his skin. Like Chan knew exactly what he was doing. Like he knew Changbin was watching.

And maybe he did.

Because the second the puck dropped again, Changbin played harder and faster. Like he could erase the goal from the scoreboard if he hit hard enough.

The next time they crossed paths, the whistle had already blown. They both knew it. That was what made it worse.

Changbin still skated toward him.

His shoulder connected with Chan’s chest, a clean body check delivered a second too late. Not enough to hurt him. Not enough to be called dangerous. Just enough to make a statement.

Chan stumbled back one step before looking up. For a moment, neither of them moved. The crowd roared around them, waiting. Everyone knew what came next.

The stare.

The challenge.

The silent question of who would lose control first.

“You done?” Chan asked.

Changbin smiled behind his visor, “Not even close.”

The referee’s whistle cut through the tension. “Penalty box, Seo. Now!”

Changbin skated away laughing. Somehow, that annoyed Chan more than the hit itself.

Because Changbin was always like this. Always pushing. Always provoking. Always acting like he knew exactly how far he could go. The worst part? He usually did.

An hour later, Changbin scored, a beautiful goal nonetheless. The kind that made the entire arena shake. The kind that should have made him satisfied.

Instead, his first instinct was to look toward the opposing side, towards Chan.

He hated that he knew exactly where to find him. He hated that, even from across the ice, he could tell when Chan was frustrated.

The slight crease between his brows. The way he tapped his stick against the ice. The way he went completely silent when he was trying not to let his temper through.

Changbin knew every single thing that made him tick. The second their eyes met, Changbin smiled. 

Not like the one he gave the crowd. Or the one he gave his teammates.

The one meant only for him.

A challenge or a reminder.

Your turn.

The whistle blew.

Play resumed.

And for the next few minutes, Chan played like he had something to prove.

The harder hits. The sharper passes. The way Chan stopped playing the game and started playing against him.

So when Changbin skated past him after the next whistle, wearing that same infuriating grin, Chan finally snapped.

The shove came fast. Unnecessary and not enough to hurt, but just enough to say: I saw you.

For a second, Changbin actually looked surprised. Not because Chan had shoved him. But because he had finally done it. The perfect, untouchable captain had finally lost his patience.

The referee’s whistle cut through the noise.

“Bahng Chan. Penalty box.”

Chan looked genuinely annoyed, and it wasn’t because of the penalty.

But because Changbin was laughing. Actually laughing. Like this was exactly what he wanted. Like getting under Chan’s skin was another point on the scoreboard.

“You serious?” Chan called as he skated toward the box.

Changbin glanced over. For a second, he considered pretending he didn’t know what Chan meant.

Then again, they both knew better.

“What?” Changbin asked, dragging out the word. “Can’t handle losing twice to me in one night?”

Chan scoffed, “You wish you were that important.”

The grin on Changbin’s face widened.

There it was. The reaction. The one he’s been chasing.

Because Chan could pretend all he wanted. He could act like Changbin was just another rival. Just another player standing between him and a win.

But Chan always reacted. Always answered. Always looked back.

When Chan stepped back onto the ice, Changbin noticed immediately.

It didn’t matter where the play was headed or who had possession of the puck. Somewhere along the way, tracking Chan had become instinct.

He looked exactly as he always did.

Cool, calm and collected. 

As if five minutes in the penalty box hadn’t happened. As if he hadn’t let Changbin get exactly what he’d wanted.

Changbin couldn’t help himself. As they crossed paths near center ice, he leaned in just enough for only Chan to hear.

“Feeling better?”

Chan didn’t even spare him a glance. “Don’t start.”

The dismissal should have been enough. Instead, it only pulled another grin from Changbin. “Start what? I’m just checking in.”

Chan sighed, tightening his grip on his stick as they skated in opposite directions. “You really don’t know when to quit.”

“No,” Changbin admitted easily. “Not when it’s working.”

That finally earned him a look.

The irritation hidden beneath Chan’s practiced composure. The way his jaw tightened before he looked away again.

It should have been enough. It wasn’t.

The next whistle echoed through the arena, and as players drifted apart, Changbin began to skate past him.

Then, with just enough force to be intentional, he drove his shoulder into Chan’s.

Not hard enough to send him sprawling.

Just hard enough to ask the question.

What are you going to do about it?

Chan answered before either of them had the chance to think better of it. His hands landed square against Changbin’s chest, shoving him back a step.

Changbin laughed because Chan had done it again.

The referee’s whistle cut through the arena before either captain could close the distance between them.

“Enough! Both of you. Box.”

Neither argued.

They simply exchanged one last glare before turning toward opposite penalty boxes, the crowd roaring as if they’d just witnessed another goal.

Maybe, in a way, they had.

Changbin dropped onto the penalty box bench first, still wearing that infuriating grin.

Chan took the seat across from him without so much as a glance.

It was almost convincing. Almost.

Changbin leaned back against the glass, watching him for a moment before shaking his head.

“You’re doing that thing again.”

No response.

“Jaw’s tight.”

Chan didn’t move.

“Means you’re pissed.”

A beat passed before Chan finally spoke, “It means you’re talking.”

Changbin barked out a laugh, the sound swallowed by the roar of the crowd beyond the glass.

Chan turned his head just enough for their eyes to meet, his expression unreadable beneath the visor.

“You know what’s funny?”

Changbin tilted his head, “What?”

“You smile when you’re losing.”

The grin on Changbin’s face held. For exactly one second.

Then it faltered. Barely.

Long enough for Chan to know he’d landed the hit, “third period,” Chan continued. “Every game.”

Silence settled between them.

“You stop talking.”

Changbin’s fingers tightened around the edge of the bench.

“You start smiling. Like you’re trying to convince yourself you’ve still got it.”

Changbin let out a slow breath before the grin returned, sharper this time.

Changbin let out a slow breath before the grin returned, sharper this time, “You know what I think?”

Chan didn’t answer.

“I think you spend so much time watching me, you’ve started forgetting to watch the game.”

Chan scoffed, “is that what helps you sleep at night?”

“No.” Changbin held his gaze. “It just explains why you always know where I am.”

Chan’s expression didn’t change. “No.”

Changbin frowned as Chan continued, “You always come to me.”

It was a ridiculous thing to say.

Not to mention annoying, arrogant, and completely unfounded. So why couldn’t Changbin stop thinking about it?

The penalty box door swung open. “Let’s go.”

The game resumed. Neither captain spoke for the remainder of the period.

They didn’t have to.

-

By the time the final buzzer echoed through the arena, the conversation should have been over.

It wasn’t.

Not as Changbin peeled off his gloves in the locker room. Not through the postgame talk or while he packed the last of his gear into his bag.

It followed him all the way into the concrete hallway outside.

His equipment bag hung from one shoulder as he pushed through the locker room doors.

His equipment bag hung from one shoulder as he pushed through the locker room doors, expecting nothing more than the quiet that settled after every game.

Instead, he found Chan walking toward him from the opposite end of the hall.

Neither of them stopped at first.

They were too used to passing each other, too used to pretending the other wasn’t the first person they looked for after every game.

But halfway down the hallway, Changbin slowed while Chan did the same.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. The noise of the arena had faded behind the concrete walls, leaving only the quiet aftermath of another game they had spent trying to outdo each other.

Changbin adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder, a familiar smirk threatening to appear despite himself.

“Next month.”

Chan studied him for a second, his expression caught somewhere between annoyance and amusement. Knowing him, it was probably both.

He gave a small nod, “Don’t be late.”

Changbin scoffed, but the corner of his mouth lifted, “You’d miss me.”

Chan walked past him without giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Changbin watched him disappear down the hallway for a second longer than he should have before finally turning the opposite direction.

This was how it had always been.

Every game started with a challenge. Every game ended with a promise that the next one would be worse.

The penalties became expected. The arguments became routine. The clips of their fights and postgame exchanges circulated almost as often as their goals.

To everyone watching from the outside, it was simple.

Two captains.

Two rival programs.

Two players who couldn’t stand each other long enough to share the same sheet of ice.

What no one saw was how closely they paid attention. The habits they memorized. The reactions they waited for.

The fact that, somewhere along the way, their rivalry had become less about beating each other and more about finding each other.

By senior year, their rivalry had become one of the biggest stories in college hockey, drawing national attention from scouts and fans alike as both captains fought for a chance at the NHL.

Which was how you ended up assigned to cover both of them.

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[soft4changbin]

One Last Touch

Stray Kids Changbin x staff!reader

700 Follower Event request (🐷 + 💄 + 🌧️ drabble)

Word count: 405

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Your hands were steady.

They had to be.

Even if your heart wasn’t.

Changbin sat in front of the mirror while you carefully dabbed concealer beneath his eyes, exactly like you had hundreds of times before.

To everyone else, you were just his makeup artist.

Professional.

Focused.

Nothing more.

Nobody knew that just an hour earlier, management had sat the two of you down and told you your relationship couldn’t continue.

“It’s too risky.”

“You’ll still be working together.”

“It’s for the best.”

Neither of you had argued.

What was the point?

Now, the silence between you felt heavier than ever.

“You missed a spot,” Changbin murmured quietly.

You blinked.

“Oh… right.”

Your voice almost cracked.

You reached up again, your fingers brushing softly against his cheek.

Usually, he’d smile.

Maybe sneakily hold your wrist for just a second longer than necessary.

Today, he stayed perfectly still.

The room suddenly felt far too crowded despite being empty.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

You shook your head immediately.

“It’s not your fault.”

“I should’ve protected us better.”

“You couldn’t.”

Your hand lingered for a moment before you forced yourself to step back.

“There.”

“You look good.”

Changbin looked at himself in the mirror.

“I don’t feel good.”

That almost broke you.

Almost.

A knock sounded on the dressing room door.

“We’re ready for Changbin!”

You both froze.

He slowly stood.

For one second, you thought he was just going to leave.

Instead, he walked over to you.

Carefully.

Quietly.

Until only a small space separated the two of you.

“I don’t want this to be the last time I can stand this close to you.”

Your eyes immediately filled with tears.

“It won’t be.”

“You promise?”

You nodded.

“I promise.”

Neither of you reached for the other.

You wanted to.

More than anything.

But someone could walk in at any second.

So instead, Changbin smiled sadly.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For every morning you made me feel handsome.”

A tear slipped down your cheek.

“You never needed my help for that.”

Another voice called his name from outside.

He took one reluctant step backwards.

Then another.

Until he reached the door.

For a moment, he simply looked at you.

Memorising you.

The way you were doing the same to him.

Then he quietly left.

The dressing room fell silent.

Only then did you allow yourself to cry.

Because sometimes loving someone wasn’t enough to make them stay.

[imbaebi]

Feelings Creep up on You Just Like Mornings do

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𝓰enre; nonidol!changbin x gn! reader, best friends to lovers, conflicting romance, crossing the line romance, confession, slight angst, fluff, heartwarming ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.2k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; inner conflict, slight panic attack, swearing, confession, lemme know if I missed any ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 8:19

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💫ᝰ.ᐟ hi everyone! i wanted to try something new hehe i hope you guys like this :3 i just needed to write something for binnie and i felt the need for gentle!bin teehee 🤭 he has joined my bias line officially a few months ago. i've only realized it recently but he's been my bias for a while, i'm only now starting to connect the dots lol

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(pt 1)

★ synopsis  —

you like him? of course you do. you want him, you need him———— ...you don't want to lose him. it's all so confusing to feel such conflicts when you wake up on top of your.. best friend.

— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱

The morning creeps up softly unbeknownst to you two. It whispers something soft that neither of you could hear, too deep into the dreamful slumber that takes a hold of unconscious your states.

The reminents of yesterday lay littered around the room. A bowl of popcorn mostly finished with little pieces scattered around the carpeted floors. Empty mugs that still smell of the warm hot chocolate that once filled it. And the few pillows that were pushed off the couch subconsciously.

The gold rays of the sun slowly seeps into the upstairs living room from the sheer yellow curtains—the very ones that you had suggested cause you told him yellow was a happy color, he of course didn't hesitate to buy them. It—the rays—tips into the room slowly as the sun starts making it's awaited appearance to this side of the world.

Your breath is steady, rising and falling in a sync. The soft inhales and exhales fill the room with a rhythm, almost musically because peace was always beautiful.

There's a shift in your breathing, slowly you begin gaining consciousness. The warmth is so cozy, you almost slip right back into the sleep that wanted to take ahold of you once more. It almost does. Until your mind notices a difference.

For one, this wasn't your bed. No. Your bed wasn't this warm and ...hard. Your eyes flutter open slightly — blurring with sleep, you blink to fight the sleepiness. Your mind vaguely remembers the previous night; it started with a movie, friendly bickering, and then popcorn was eventually thrown at each other. The TV stares back at you in standby mode, more proof that the movie night wasn't some weird but accurate dream of you and Changbin.

A faint smile graces your lips before your eyes flutter shut. Another overwhelming attempt of sleep tries to overtake you, you blamed the warmth. During the appreciation of delicious comfort the thought occurs to you that you had fallen asleep at your best friend Changbin's house. It wasn't an unordinary thing for you to have sleepovers at his house. Yet you wonder why it's so... warm.

That's when you notice the steadiness of another heartbeat. It wasn't your own. The thought startles you awake. Your brain now clear as you fully open your eyes.

There you are laying dead on top of your best friend — you're completely on him that you could feel his chest move up and down with his breathing underneath your own. You are fully aware of him now, his soft breath fanning on your forehead, his arm that's tightened around your waist, how muscular his body feels against yours, and how your legs tangle with his. His clean comforting scent fills your nose.

It was hard not to notice these things, not when you're literally laying on top of him. You slightly tilt your head and get a look at his face. His eyes are closed—the lashes fan almost delicately on his cheeks, his curly hair fall messily in his face which makes your heart do a weird thing. A weird thing you notice has been happening a bit too much lately.

You've seen Changbin sleeping before, it wasn't new to you. What surprises you is how you feel this time. You just want to run your fingers on his face—the urge gets stronger when he shifts, face scrunching up a little. That made your heart do summersaults.

How did you both end up like this, tangled up and cuddling? —this was dangerous territory. You knew that. And yet... You wanted to freeze time and stay like this for just a moment longer than life would allow, to bask in his scent and warmth for a little longer. Maybe you cursed yourself by wishing that cause just in that moment, your best friend open's his eyes.

You go ridged, a flash of heat crawls up your neck to your cheeks. Changbin looks pleasantly confused, still drowsy with sleep that makes him look cuter than he ought to be. His lips tug softly at the corners and his eyes locked on you. You swallow.

That look that he gives you, this wasn't the first time he looked at you like this. Whenever he did, you tried not to notice the deeper meaning behind it because you knew that he shouldn't be looking at you like this. There was a line that you shouldn't cross. A giant red line with clear rules. And yet here you are both toeing that very line.

Deep down you know you want to push at it — cross it and enter the dangerous territory you know you can never come back from as much as you tried. Those were your intrusive thoughts, you always tell yourself. The excuse was sounding less and less truthful by the day.

    “Good morning,” he says finally after staring at you. His voice is laced with that morning rasp that makes you shiver ever so slightly. You blink once. Then twice before responding with a small mumbled good morning.

    “Sorry for falling asleep on ya.” you try to make your voice sound lighter than it truly was as you attempt to detangle yourself from him. He doesn't let you go though, his strong arm keeps you in place as he pouts. “Binnie...”

Your warning voice comes out weak, almost helpless. Reluctantly he lets go and you sit on the couch next to his legs. You don't say anything else. He doesn't either, just stares at you from his laying position on the couch.

You don't know if you want to know what he's thinking—you can already guess that if you did, the line would have been blurred. And you didn't know if you were brave enough for that either.

He's your best friend!

You can't be having feelings for him like this.

But he made it impossible not to cause he's well... He's Seo Changbin. The person who's been at your side for almost two decades now, the one who knows what your silences mean, the one who knows why you prefer comedy over drama any day, the one who comforts you when you're sad or brings out your truest smiles. He knows all the little details about your life, your secrets, dreams and fears—he knows them all. And it was the same with him, you knew him like the back of your hand. So maybe you do know what he's thinking right now. But you want to ignore it. Not because you're cruel, it's because you're scared.

Scared to lose the years of friendship.

Scared to lose the only person you could rely on — the one person who knows the real you.

What if it doesn't work out? You've heard of friends who ended up dating, only to break up realizing that it wouldn't work out—they could never go back to the way it was before. It's different with you and Changbin cause you're each other's best friend. You didn't have anything like this with anyone else.

Let's say you did end up going through with these feelings and it doesn't work out? Not only would it cut deeper because you can't go back, you'll lose of the spark to your boring life.

So you choose the safe option. Stay his best friend and have him by your side forever, that would be enough. You count the pieces of popcorn scattered on the carpet. Is it enough? There's 18 pieces of popcorn. That's how many years you've known Changbin. Do you want to risk that?

It takes all that is in you to turn and look at the man next to you. His hand rests underneath his arm, basically still in the position you awoke in. You bite the inside of your cheek, as your heart stutters. You curse yourself for finding that attractive.

He sits up suddenly causing you to flinch ever so slightly, he's really close—thighs barely a centimeter apart close.

    “You're overthinking again.” He murmurs as his shoulder brushes yours. Stupid 18 years of friendship, of course he knows you're overthinking. He says your name and you almost collapse. “Overthinking is scary sometimes... I've been.. trying not to let it get to me, myself.

    “I know you're scared. But you shouldn't let those thoughts win over what's going on deep in your heart.” Fuck. “I have a feeling I know just what you're stressing about.”

His voice is soft, using that tone reserved for serious conversations with you. Double fuck. His eyes dart away from yours nervously for a moment which causes your heartbeat to quicken, loud enough that it's pounding in your ears.

    “I... Y/N, please don't burry your feelings. I like you and I know you like me too. Actually no. I love you. I love you to the point that I cannot keep it hidden inside me any longer.” You can't even control your heart right now, it beats and stutters like a fool not knowing how to react because it's obviously not like those other times he's said it, you know he means he loves you in a romantic way. “I was going to tell you last night but you fell asleep before I could. I just know that you're my person and that I want to spend my whole life with you.”

Isn't that what you wanted? To spend your life with Changbin at your side? He's proposing the same lifestyle you wanted. So why can't you move your lips to speak? You should say yes, you dummy! He takes your hand softly.

    “Y/N, say something. Please.”

You open your mouth but no words come out. Why do you feel like you're suffocating? Like you were forced to hold your breath? Your eyes sting softly, a steady buzz as the tears blur your vision. You don't want to loose him. You can't loose him. He's your everything. He's your... everything.

The tears slips down your cheek, you manage to look away. The realization comes in like a form of a cloud, dizzying your thoughts. He's all you want. There was no one else. It always was him.

    “Y/N..” His voice is concerned at the sudden river of tears. His hold on your hand tightens, you look back to him at the sudden squeeze. “I'm sorry. I—I.”

He stutters, obviously shocked at your emotional state. You miss the flicker of doubt that appears on his face but it disappears as soon as it comes before you could catch it. Your breaths becomes a stutter, leaving your lips with great trial. He reads your face and somehow understands the complex puzzle of emotions displaying in your expression—in your eyes, the current panicked state you're in.

    “I'm here. Breath, Y/N. I'm not going anywhere. Ever.” He looks you in the eye and in the most gentlest voice he says that he promises. Promises not to leave you...

And just like that, something eases in your chest. The tightness in your throat slowly leaves up at the genuineness in his tone. Changbin was never one to break his promises. Maybe that was what you wanted to hear all along—confirmation against the fears, the fight against the doubt. He laces his fingers in yours, rubbing the back of your skin. With his free hand he wipes away the tears that had spilled across your cheeks.

    “Breathe.” He asks you to again. You listen and do as told, following his ins and outs until you feel your body calm down.

He holds his arms out. You don't hesitate to go into his arms. Changbin rubs small circles into your back, his clean scent grounds you. You calm down, as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. It was scary how quickly he figured out the main source to your panic, perhaps it wasn't so hard because it was his fear too at some point. People do recognize the familiar.

Changbin doesn't say anything for awhile after you had calmed down. You don't say anything either. How could you? You just soaked his shirt with tears and probably snot too—not that it was the first time. However given the circumstances, it was much more embarrassing now. Your fingers tremble slightly as they cling to the hem of your shirt.

You try to find your voice.

    “I...” You trail off as he looks to you. What do you say? Thoughts swarm your head, overthinking once again. He pulls you closer in that moment, pulling you into his lap causing your heart to start up in a frantic pulse once more.

    “You don't have to say anything. Not yet. You can speak when you're ready.” Changbin whispers softly.

As nervous as you were to be sitting in his lap, it was comforting. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, snaking your arms around his fit build. You take a minute, just breathing.

    “I-I don't want to loose you.” You whisper, voice a little hoarse. Subconsciously your hold tightens a little, he feels the change. “...I'm scared.”

    “I understand, bunny.” His hand twists a lock of your hair in between his fingers. “You don't have to be scared cause I promise, I'm not going anywhere. I mean it. I love you and I want to be with you forever. It's all I want, but if you don—”

    “I want that too.” you cut him off, closing your eyes. You lean closer into him. He does not complain, holding you close.

These feelings seemed to have come out of nowhere ..but perhaps they've always been here, deep inside, growing more and more everyday. It was definitely easy for them to grow, because you always felt safe with Changbin. Maybe you had nothing to be afraid of all this time...

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You May Now Kiss The Bride pt 2ꨄ︎

Pairing: Changbin! × reader

Genre: fake text, funny, chaotic, strangers to lovers

Context: You and Changbin were both in Vegas with your friends having a good time but too much drinks and you end up married now you both got to figure how to go about this.

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Stray kids x Reader

Summery: A girl who just started collage and a part time job as a waitress soon meets 8 strange men. Stray kids was known all over town. Mysterious for sure but why?.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,513

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Author notes: sorry this one took forever to come out ive been in a weird depression were i have no motivation at all to do anything but watch YouTube and movies. But Im finally back with another chapter. Also we are almost to 100 followers im so excited and very appreciative of everyone that has been liking my stories.

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Y/n looked over the beach. The waves of the ocean crashing onto the sand. The air smelt of the salty ocean. It was a beautiful day out. Felix and Jeongin race each other to see who gets in the ocean first. Chan carrying all the things they need down. Minho was rubbing sunscreen on Hans' back. Seungmin and Changbin were playing a game of valley ball. “Come one lets go swim” Hyunjin walked up behind y/n. She turned her head to look at him. She was nervous. She has never been to the beach. “It's scary at first but I promise it's fun,” Hyunjin held out his hand. She was hesitant at first but grabbed his hand. He guided her down to the sand. She was a little hesitant at first to take her clothes off. Finally after a minute of calming down she took her clothes off. Her new bathing suit Felix got her was on. “That's cute,” Hyunjin smiled at her. Y/n face heated up. Letting out a small thank you. The two walked toward the water. The sand squished between her toes. This was everything she dreamed of. The waves hit her feet. Looking down she saw the water moved back toward the ocean.

Hyunjin swimmed out to Felix and Jeongin. Y/n just watched a little scared. She felt someone push a plastic floaty. Turning around, Chan was smiling at her. “Now you wont drown” she looked down at the ring around her waist. Stepping farther into the water she floated around. Felix swam over grabbing her hands. Her legs kicked around. Felix made sure the waves didn't take her away.

Her laugh made the others smile. They love seeing the joy in her. She was always a bubbly person but this was different. This was true happiness. Felix laughed with her. “Lunch!” Chan yelled from the beach. Felix swam back, bringing Y/n with him. Y/n shivered from the sudden wind. Jeongin brought over a towel for her. They made it to the group. Chan was handing out sandwiches. Y/n held out her hand. Chan placed a sandwich for her in her hand. She smiled while taking a bite.

“We should all play a game of valley ball. I've gotten really good” Han cheered out. “You good yeah i want to see that.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. Han gasped and punched Hyunjin's arm. Jeongin picked up the valley ball. “I'm so down, let's go” Han smiled following Jeongin. Hyunjin slowly got up to join them. “You want to play?” Felix asked y/n. “No thank you but ill watch” she stood up to join the group. Standing on the sidelines she watched the group of boys play.

Very competitive the 8 men were. Han fell alot. Y/n would laugh after asking if he was okay. Out of the group he definitely isn't the most athletic. Chan though. He was really good. Fast and can jump high. Y/n eyes caught his back. The muscles would flex when he would hit the ball. She watched for a while until Han snapped her out of it. “this is unfair there being mean to me” he held onto y/n arm. She turned her head to look at him. “I'm sorry, want me to scold them for you,” he laughed. “No it's okay I should get back in though” he hurried back in.

Y/n smiled as he went back to playing. She was too busy watching him go back; she didn't see the ball coming towards her. As she turned her head back she saw a body coming towards hers. The collision made her fall onto the sandy ground. She groaned out. Opening her eyes everyone was looking down at her with concern. She could feel something moving on her chest. Soon two little boba-like eyes were staring at her. “I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention.” Hyunjin put two little paws on her cheeks. Changbin took Hyunjin off y/n so Chan could help her up. She dusted her legs to get off all the sand. Chan helped get the sand off her back. “It's okay, accidents happen.” She finally got a good look at Hyunjin.

He was a white ferret. She's always wanted to see a ferret up close. “Okay lets call it a day and head in for the night” Chan guided y/n to the house. Chan is going to have to scold the boys later. If they keep running into y/n bad things will happen. They can't let anyone else know about the curse. He is already stressing that JYP wants to meet her. “Go take a shower alright, I'm going to start dinner.” He lightly pushed y/n towards the bathroom. When he heard the door closed he turned around to see all 7 members standing there awkwardly. “You seriously need to start being more careful. If this happens in public we will be fucked.” Everyone dropped their heads. Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I get it. They all have been accident, well except for Felix and Han.” He glared at the two boys. They stepped backwards trying to hide behind the others.

Chan loves that they can finally open up with someone that wasn't part of this group. But the issue is how JYP is going to take this. Yes he did agree she could keep her memory of them but that doesn't mean anything. He's not a mean person, just worried about the 8 boys. Chan knows y/n and if he can convince JYP that she is an amazing girl he wouldn't have to worry anymore.

He dismissed the boys. Watching them all go their separate ways. Shaking his head he walked to the kitchen. He's not upset that she's finding out who their animal form is. He's upset for how careless they have been. He can hear the others chatting in the living room. “Ooo y/n you only need to figure out three more of us” he could hear Felix's voice. “Need some help” , turning his head, Minho was standing next to him. He nodded his head, handing Minho a knife. The two sat in silence listening to the others talk. Changnin and Seungmin started to argue with each other. Chan sighed out. Minho laughed next to him.

Chan and Minho placed everything on the table calling the groups in. Everyone hurried in like they were starved. “I get to sit next to y/n” Han called out sitting down. Jeongin walked over, pushing him out of the chair. “Nice try” Jeongin sat down. Han whined. “Jeongin be nice,” Minho scolded. Jeongin just rolled his eyes. “As much as I want all of you to have fun tomorrow, JYP will be here” Chan announced to the group. Everyone but y/n groaned. “But we are on vacation,” Hyunjin whined. “I know but I have no control over this.” The room went silent. “He's coming to meet y/n isn't he” Jeongin voice held anger. “Yes,” Jeongin stood up, slamming his hands on the table. He wanted to yell. Argue even. Instead he walked out. Y/n almost went after him until she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Leave him. He'll be okay” Chan said. She almost didn't want to listen to him. She didn't want to make Chan upset though. Quietly she went back to eating. Poking around her food.

Y/n sat outside watching the stars above. It was a clear night so the stars were bright. The door behind opened. Turning her head, Chan walked out. He quietly sat next to her. “Jeongin has always been scolded for everything he did. He was always told he wasn't good. Jeongin was the only one open about this. Everyone got hated on. It wasn't really JYP himself but the others in this weird family group we all grew up in. We tried to tell JYP but he never did anything. So that is why Jeongin has so much hatred towards that man. We were just performing monkeys. We were different. Everyone finally decided to go their own ways. I'm the only one stuck. I did that so those boys could go be someone. The curse makes it hard.” Chan explained everything to y/n. She listened closely. He heart broke for them. She wanted to help set them free. “As long as we have this curse we are stuck with JYP.” She almost hugged Chan. She knew better though. The two sat in silence for a moment. “You can hug me if you like” she was shocked by his words. It was almost like he was reading her mind. She slowly wrapped her arms around his chest. Putting her head there. *puff* She was now hugging a big fluffy wolf. She smiled and cuddled close to him. He was massive, even bigger than her. The two just laid there in silence enjoying the nice cool air. She didn't want to let go, and he wasn't going to stop her.

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I need this man to put me in a headlock.

Just imagine. Him fresh from the gym, just a little sweaty but glowing. Arms defined from a good pump.

He’s always so gentle with you. So careful.

But you plead with him to bend you over the bed and put you in a headlock. Your fingers digging into the firm muscle of his bicep as he takes you from behind, losing himself in the rhythm of it.

It doesn’t take long for him to see why you like it so much. And if he’s a little smug over nail and teeth marks left behind while he’s making you scream his name, well that’s not such a bad thing, is it?