⌞did you get that picture?⌝ || pt. 1
pairing: bf!changbin x gf!reader x perv!hyunjin
MDNI!!! this is an 18+ blog
synopsis: it started with a vinyl, proceeded with an infatuation
genre: smut!!
cw: perversion, kinda voyeurism, hyunjin has an active imagination, fantasizing, masturbation (m. rec)
wc: 2.7k
part two
a/n: my blog got hacked earlier this year, this was originally posted somewhere during 2025. so this is a re-uploaded fic (:
Hyunjin stepped into Changbin’s room, determined to finally agree on a record to borrow whilst he painted. Changbin took pride in his extensive vinyl record collection, he had carefully picked each and every record there and ordered them the way he saw fit. It was perfect in his eyes. Naturally, Hyunjin was ecstatic when Changbin finally let him near his extensive collection. Just as Hyunjin came in, Changbin stepped out to answer a phone call that Hyunjin could assume was from you or Chan.
“Pick whatever you want, just return it as is. No scratches or you’ll have to replace it, okay?” Changbin warned before leaving.
Hyunjin nodded. He himself didn’t really understand the protectiveness, but he knew they meant a lot to his dorm mate. He’d always do his best for him. His eyes scanned the records, afraid to even touch them. But he couldn’t tell most of them apart, the thinness of the albums didn’t make much room for the titles to be printed on their sides.
He sat crosslegged still scanning the albums, until he saw Pink Floyd’s The Wall. The rock opera he had wanted to listen to forever. He knew it would sound even more sick on record. His fingers gently took the album out from its place and opened it. He was astounded at how pretty it was on the inside, much more intricate than other record’s he had seen. Hyunjin took out the first record, something falling from the sleeve. He was so used to photo cards that he didn’t even mind the polaroid that fell from it. Until he remembered how meticulous Changbin was when it came to his collection. His hands reached for the polaroid, curious on why the album had one in the first place. He turned it around.
It was you.
Your naked body, kneeling on Changbin’s bed —the bed that was right next to him as he stared at it. He let out an audible gasp and quickly placed the record inside of the album —not even noticing the polaroid was still in between his fingers. He placed the album on the self, now gaining consciousness of the picture in his free hand. Then, he heard footsteps. In a panic, Hyunjin shoved the picture into one of his pockets.
“Did you have anything in mind?” Changbin asked, popping his head into the room.
“I think I’ll go with Definitely Maybe, you know…Oasis. It’s been a while since I’ve heard it.” Hyunjin replied. Changbin entered the room with a grin, which made Hyunjin sweat. “…Or do you have any recs?”
“Ah, anything but The Wall… Y/N broke one of the discs and she’s been looking for a replacement.” Changbin lied. Hyunjin might’ve bought the lie if he hadn’t seen the picture that was currently sitting incriminatingly in his pocket.
“I’ll have to listen to it when you get the replacement.” Hyunjin said as Changbin’s stubby fingers took Definitely Maybe out of its placement on the shelf.
“Here you go!” Changbin said, signaling Hyunjin to take the record. Hyunjin nodded, whispering a quiet thank you; standing up to leave that room, nearly shaking. “Oh, and Hyunjin?” He looked back at his dorm mate. “Don’t scratch it.” He nodded.
Hyunjin closed his room’s door abruptly, cursing himself for asking to borrow a record and for owning a record player with nearly no records in attempts to impress his hyung. He banged his head on the wall, pondering about how he’d return the picture without getting caught or Changbin noticing it was missing in the first place. Hyunjin rarely visited his hyung’s room, instead they met up in the living room or the times that Changbin barged into his room to stare at Hyunjin as he watched k-dramas or painted. The only thing Hyunjin had in his favor was that Changbin was a generally busy guy, he barely spent any time at the dorm; opposed to Hyunjin who wouldn’t go out, aside from work, unless it was a hundred percent necessary.
Hyunjin carefully placed the vinyl on his own record player, knowing that the silence would seem suspicious. Especially since Hyunjin practically begged Changbin to let him borrow an album for weeks until he agreed. Hyunjin sat down at his desk, dragging his hands through his hair and profoundly sighing before reaching into his pocket.
Hyunjin didn’t even want to look at it, but his eyes betrayed him. He could make out your naked body— uneven breasts, the soft dips of your hips, your pussy glistening. The lights were dimmed, only pink led lights complemented your figure. Your expression was sultry, lips pursed, makeup smudged. His mind wondered before he could stop it.
What was the context behind it? Did Changbin ask you to take the picture? Was it your idea? Did you have sex before taking it? Does Changbin use it often? Why was it hidden in that particular album? Was he in the dorm when you took it?
He thought that perhaps it had happened when Hyunjin was attending a solo schedule, you had stayed over like you did on the weekends. You were about to have sex when Changbin asked for something to take on tour with him. You were probably confused —if it hadn’t been your idea. Changbin took the photo. He probably placed it in his wallet and you scolded him, asking him to hide it in a better place. You probably liked Pink Floyd too. Or maybe you chose that album because the lights were pink. Or maybe he chose it because it reminded him of you. Hey You seemed like an appropriate song for that. At least that’s what he felt. He didn’t know you all that well. You were his hyung’s nice girlfriend who got him into music. Maybe Young Lust would be a more valid song to describe how he was feeling. His body betrayed him, objectifying you —because you looked like art to him.
He wanted to see a three dimensional version of you like that… to paint you in every angle so he didn’t forget the vision in front of him. He very well understood why the picture was taken. He would be shocked if there weren’t more pictures like those lying around his hyung’s room. He felt his cock harden beneath the fabric of his sweats. More so because of the scenario he was imagining, but your nakedness didn’t help his cause. He needed an outlet to manifest those feelings onto.
Therefore, he painted you. He didn’t usually paint people he knew; he thought that he couldn’t do them justice. Especially not when the reference was just a picture. A picture with a story that he wasn’t aware of. That was a double edged sword for him. Hyunjin had an overactive imagination —not knowing the story gave him creative freedom.
He painted different scenarios; one where you asked Changbin to take the picture, one where he asked you, one before sex, one after sex, one where he was the one taking the picture, one where the picture was meant for him to find it. And he got carried away, including himself in his drawings along with you and Changbin.
And he knew that he took it too far, because he didn’t want to look at his hyung in the eye the next morning.
And he kept your polaroid in plain sight, face down beneath his phone case, ignoring his initial plan of returning it. Changbin hadn’t asked for it anyways. He didn’t even know it was gone. Hyunjin would die for a picture like that one, and his hyung didn’t even appreciate it. He understood, though. Changbin could look at the real you whenever he desired. He could touch you. Kiss you. Make love to you. Paint you with his cum. Inside and out. Just like Hyunjin had sketched, drawn, and painted; something that he could never experience firsthand.
He blushed furiously whenever he saw you, barely muttering small talk when Changbin left you two alone. And you were oblivious to his fixation on you, oblivious to his permanent erection when he was in close proximity. You smiled at him, yapping about your day. He memorized everything, the way that your lips pursed and pouted, your hand movements, how you styled your hair, the cleavage visible under your shirts. He knew it all by memory. He learned that you were more interesting than he had given you credit for. He never really attempted to be your friend. To him, you were an extension of your boyfriend. Not anymore, though. He learned that you loved music. You were hilarious too. You had been a trainee when you were a teenager but decided that it wasn’t for you. You didn’t enjoy the spotlight.
What had started as a mere lustful fixation became more complex. He wanted to have you over at the dorm; he craved for those moments when his hyung would leave you two alone. He became fixated on your presence… sometimes even forgetting about the polaroid on his phone. He started looking at Changbin differently, too. He never imagined that Changbin would be into taking nudes. He started wondering if he had many on his phone…and what else was he into. What else was happening in the room next door at night…
Hyunjin had given it his all. He had painted you in every position he could think of. Alone. With Changbin. With Himself. He had explored different mediums. Oil. Sketching. Watercolors. Digital. He tried his hand at different art movements. Nothing would satiate the yearning in the pit of his stomach. He painted you by memory; not even glancing at the polaroid in weeks at a time.Your visits became more frequent too.
You were more comfortable with spending time at the dorm because he had finally made you feel welcome. Your choice of clothing became more bold too… hanging around in a sports bra and shorts or oversized t-shirts and underwear. And Changbin didn’t seem to mind either. He didn’t care that you were half naked, speaking to Hyunjin for half of the day. Hyunjin couldn’t take it. He knew that it wasn’t your fault, he was at fault in every possible way for being a pervert. You were just existing —being yourself. You and Changbin trusted him, and he betrayed you instead.
He kept your sketches and paintings hidden away in his vanity after he finished them.
Something broke in him one night —you and Changbin’s fourth anniversary. Hyunjin wasn’t supposed to be home that night. Jeongin had invited him to play video games at his own dorm and he had agreed to go, knowing that it was your anniversary. Jeongin cancelled last minute and Hyunjin was left to witness your beauty in silent envy. You barged into the apartment wearing the most gorgeous dress he had ever seen…low-cut, sleek, red and elegant. He couldn’t believe that you weren’t going to a gala with a look like that one.
“Hi, Hyunjin. Do you know if Bin’s ready?” You asked, casually, as if you weren’t an actual goddess to him.
“Uh… I think he’s still showering.” He replied, trying to avert his gaze from the valley of your breasts. You sighed.
“Ugh! Promise me you’ll never make a girl wait on your anniversary, please.” You added, he nodded. Not that he could ever make you wait. He’d be at your feet all night and day. But Changbin was different, disciplined. Hyunjin knew that he had gotten caught up at the studio and that it wasn’t his hyung’s fault that he was late.
“I promise. But, hyung wanted to be early, I swear. One of the computers erased a track and he had to stay back…” Hyunjin found himself overexplaining to you. You chuckled.
“You don’t have to cover for him, you know?” You said. “He already told me. I’m just moody because of the dress. I don’t think it looks good.” You paused. “Does it?” Bold and direct.
“Yeah, you look beautiful. Hyung’s going to lose his mind when he sees you.” He replied.
“You think so? I thought that spark had died down a few years ago.”
“I know so. He’s crazy for you.” Hyunjin said with a smile. “All he does is talk about his amazing girlfriend and how proud he is of everything she’s achieved.”
He wasn’t just projecting his own feelings. He knew for a fact that Changbin was still as smitten with you as when he first started talking about you. Which made everything more absurd to him, his hyung wasn’t a bad boyfriend… he wasn’t undeserving of you. He was warm and kind and loving and admirable, especially when it came to you.
You let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.” You smiled at him. “He loves you a lot, too. I didn’t really get it before, no offense, but I do now.”
Hyunjin felt his heart sink at that comment. He excused himself and wished you a happy anniversary, taking a good look at you before returning to his room. Changbin loved him and he returned that love with sassy remarks, fake disengagement, and thirsting over his wonderful girlfriend. And you trusted him to give you his opinion about the dress oblivious to the fact that he’d rather see you without it.
When Hyunjin thought of you, his cock immediately hardened; he had managed to suppress his boners without actually jerking off to you. Instead, he painted you, he created stupid little scenarios or he wrote poems about everything. He still owed you and Changbin that respect. That night, a thought slipped through his mind, because what if he wanted you so badly because he had never physically let himself go at the thought of you. Hyunjin felt like that was an epiphany, a revelation.
Hyunjin set the mood in the room: dimmed pink lights, a vanilla-rose candle was lit, he changed his bedsheets to some silk ones that Versace had gifted him. He wanted to properly let go of all that pent up energy. He laid down on his bed, unsure of how to initiate such an important moment for him. The bed suddenly felt to big for him. His hand travelled down his bare torso, through the lean muscles of his abdomen and found itself beneath the fabric of his underwear. His fingers wrapped around the girth of his cock, slowly lowering his underwear so it would spring free.
His cock was throbbing, pre-cum pooled down its shaft. Hyunjin became aware that he had neglected it for too long. Hyunjin had yearned through so many mediums that he forgot to attend his most primal sexual need. His thumb softly rubbed his tip, making him suppress a moan. His slender fingers, then, worked around his shaft, moving up and down at a slow pace. Whilst you plagued his mind, the forgotten polaroid on his phone case, you in your beautiful dress with your beautiful breasts almost popping out. He hoped that Changbin would treat you right tonight, that he worshipped you as his hand fisted his cock to the image of you getting pounded by his hyung… and by him… at the same time. He felt his climax approaching, hands caressing his heavy balls but he held off. He needed to feel you more deeply. This was the only time he’d let himself do this. He imagined you on top of him, his mouth wrapped around one of your breasts, whilst his hands helped you grind your hips onto his.
Hyunjin started moaning your name without even noticing. The pleasure that his hand mixed with fantasy provided became his sole focus. And he swore that he could feel your warm, wet cunt wrapped around him before seeing the whole universe as he released thick, ardent, spurts of his cum into his fist. And he also felt that he had released so much more than cum, but also his emotional obsession with your being. That was until the door creaked with a soft whisper of…
“Hyunjin?”
with a seductive smirk across your face.
Ooh, baby, set me free.
part two
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