summary|| you kiss them suddenly ! how would they react ?
gener|| fluff, humor
warnings|| kissing (duh), suggestive at some parts, some parts are longer than the others
reference|| you
a/n|| honestly this didn't stick to the idea but i couldn't get it out my head, i haven't slept all night so it may have errors or ooc stuff, my eyes are burning i should sleep,
also i am taking a hiatus but this is a little something for me to forget the stress
wc|| 822
BANGCHAN — absolutely, in the most obvious way.
he would pause whatever he was doing as soon as you were in his sight, hands off the keyboard and slowly circling your waist when you lean down to kiss him.
he lets out a heavy sigh through his nose when your lips finally meet his, it is like a heavy weight on his shoulder has been lifted, he doesn't pull you closer nor let you go, chan gives you absolute control on the pace, he just likes to sit and lose himself in you.
LEE KNOW — yes, but subtly
he immediately got suspicious as soon as you climbed up next to him on the sofa, he doesn't move much when you lean down toward him but you can feel the way he move his head at a better angle for you
minho doesn't let go of his phone, nor change his position if someone who doesn't know him well they'd assume he was unaffected but you know him far too well to notice how his tense shoulders relax and his breath hitching–how when you pull back his eyes stay on your lips for a second and you don't miss the tiny little move of him leaning a little closer, almost like he was chasing them in a daze
SEO CHANGBIN — um..quite the opposite actually
don't get me wrong he would, will, and is melting but he's too whipped to stop at a simple kiss
it doesn't matter where you are, your house, in the company, backstage, if you attempted to kiss him his arms are already pulling you closer tightly against his chest, and when you pull back he'd plant million of another kisses all across your face and wherever he can reach, cooing at how you love him so much
so yeah you're the one who'll end up melting and wanting more..good luck
HWANG HYUNJIN — yes and will last for a long time
this man straightened up as soon as he realized what you were going for and he met you halfway through, he immediately went for a deep kiss, inhaling like he was taking in your scent, when you pull away you can see clearly how happy he was just from the shine in his eyes
hyunjin wouldn't calm down after that either, he'll keep tracing, touching, or licking his lips every few seconds, if you were somewhere with the members he wouldn't hesitate to say that it's because you two kissed, hell you're sure that if he was allowed he'd say it on camera
HAN JISING — get a bucket to contain the puddle
han is the most oblivious man you'll ever meet, i stand by that, if even with you being a few inches away from his face didn't give him the clue that you're leaning for a kiss – BUT he's also the sweetest one too
as soon as your lips touches his he's gone, malfunctioning, he'll melt into wherever he's sitting, literally sliding down like a ragdoll, if you two were standing then he'll pull you closer and lean against a surface because he KNOWS his knees would give up if he didn't get support to stay standing
LEE FELIX — ...uh yes? kinda?
well i don't know what to call it exactly but he's too eager, his eyes would literally lit up and he lean into it excitedly almost knocking the two of you off, he'll be smiling widely the entire time, it's honestly cute how happy he sound
but that's it for you now you can't pull away cause he'll pout and ask for more or chase you around the house until you give in, and a small kiss turns into two that turn into a full on make out, he just can't get enough of you!!
KIM SEUNGMIN — well…
he's like a statue, doesn't even show confusion when you suddenly get closer to him, nor will he lean more into the kiss but he also doesn't pull away, if you pull away, offended by his reaction he'll act clueless asking you “what it is?” with those puppy eyes of his, when you get upset and try to walk away he'll laugh and pull you back “at least finish what you started”
(well of course he'll melt, he is a total softy–a mischievous one but still a softy, if you were standing up he'll ask to sit down if you were sitting down he'll ask to lay down with the excuse of it being more comfy but honestly he's just starting to feel all tingly and weak in his joins)
YANG JEONGIN — yes! ….with struggle
first you have to get him into the kiss to test him, if jeongin wasn't in a touching mood (which is 65% with you and 96% with the members (the remaining 4 are felix)) good luck on getting to him, you could swear he has muscle in his neck from how hard it is to get him to bend down his head when he doesn't want to
but if you managed to get to him and smash your lips against his, he'll simply let out a sigh before leaving everything he was doing and wrapping his arms around you, he'll grumble for a second but then he'll get more into it than you
i do think and believe that it'll end with his mouth all over your body–
( 애인 ) you don't expect anything to come out of rating your exes—well, you don't expect them to see it. but it doesn't go as awful as you'd think...
💭 :: 27ss dirty jokes/innuendos allusions to sex reader is lowk #thatgirl jeongin gets his own warning seungmin barks han is precious sunoo/ni-ki/megan cameo
𑣲⋆ note ⸝⸝ this is for my lovely amazing thoughtful kind talented pretty girlfriend @kloversung because it's our one month (everyone cheer 🍻) i hope she knows how much i love her & i wanted to write a silly smau for her ♡ i love you ky baby (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
pairing: stray kids hyung line x reader (separate)
genre: established relationships, fake texts, member is close with/talks to reader's family
warnings: implied good relationships with family in all. Chan: mention of marriage (somehow always slips into his oops), and Chan has baby fever. Hyunjin: reader's sister is depressed bc of a bad break up and reader a little insecure/sad that sister is confiding in Hyunjin more than reader.
Warnings: curse words, blow to the head in Chan's, soft Minho, soft Chagbin, dramatic Hyunjin
Pairings: Husband!Chan x Wife!Reader; Fiancé!Lee Know x Fiancée!Reader; Boyfriend!Changbin x Girlfriend!Reader; Husband!Hyunjin x Wife!Reader
Summary: You took off a ring your partner gave you. Where did you leave it?
Bangchan🐺
You were stressed out; you’d turned the house upside down. It wasn’t in the bathroom, it wasn’t in the living room, it wasn’t in your bedroom, and it wasn’t on your nightstand.
“Where the hell did I put it?” you muttered as you crouched down in the laundry room. Chan wasn’t home, and you were hoping to find it before he got back. “I had it when I was tidying up the room. That’s when I started using the chemicals and took it off,” you recalled your steps. “…but it’s not here,” you panicked a little.
“What are you doing?” you heard a voice.
“Ah!” you exclaimed, jumping up from your spot, your head hitting the edge of the sink. “Ouch!”
“Honey!” Chan came over to you, helping you out of there. You stood up, one hand rubbing your head, the other leaning on your husband. “What were you doing down there?”
“I was looking for something,” you hissed in pain. “I’m going to get a bump.”
“And you’re guaranteed to have a headache too,” you smiled through the pain.
“Are you going to take care of me?”
"Of course I will." Chan leaned in close enough to plant a kiss on your forehead. "What were you looking for? I could hear you from the entryway. I called out, but you didn’t answer."
"You called?" you asked in surprise. You’d been so focused on finding the ring that you hadn’t paid attention to anything else. Chan nodded. "Damn, sorry." You felt a knot in your stomach
"Don’t worry about it" He said kissing your forehead once again “Are you going to tell me what you were doing that had you so focused?”
“I told you I was looking for something"
“Did you find it?”
You cried “No.”
“What is it? Can I help you?”
“Yes, you can, but I don't want you to” You could feel the desperation radiating from your body; you felt like crying
“Why?” You looked into his eyes in silence, then let out a groan after a few minutes
“You're going to get mad.”
“I don't think I can get mad.” You sighed, deciding not to drag the situation out any longer.
“I don't know where my wedding ring is.” Chan looked at you; now he was silent.
You hated it when Chan didn't say a word.
“See? You're angry.”
“I just want to know why you took off your ring.”
You ran your hands over your face. “I was cleaning and started using bleach, soap, and all that stuff. I didn't want to ruin it, so I took it off, and now I don't know where I left it.”
“Have you looked in the bedroom yet?” You nodded. “The bathroom?” You nodded. “The laundry room?” You nodded. “Okay, don’t stress out.”
“You’re way calmer than I am.”
“I’m upset that you took off your ring, but we won’t accomplish anything by stressing out more.” He hugged you and kissed you on the cheek.
“Here's what we'll do.” He stood in front of you, his hands on your shoulders. “Sit down on the couch, grab your book, take your mind off things for a bit—I'll make you some hot chocolate. I'll look for the ring.”
“You just got back from practice; you're the one who needs to rest, not me!” you cried out, feeling terrible; not having your ring was getting to you more and more. Your day was going really well, and this has just made it worse.
Now, your husband comes home from work, and instead of resting, he’s going to help you find something you shouldn’t have lost in the first place.
“You just hit your head; rest for a moment. If you want, after you have your hot chocolate, we’ll look for it together.”
“What if we don’t find it?” you asked in a low voice.
Chan shrugged his shoulders, relaxed. “We’ll buy another one.” You looked at him, thinking he was joking, but you saw no sign of that in his eyes.
“Very ‘Daddy’ of you, don’t you think?”
“Do you want me to help you or not?”
Minho🐰
You stirred lazily beneath the sheets, closed your eyes tightly as the sun beat down directly on you, and turned over—your hand went straight to the empty spot beside you.
It was still warm.
He didn’t get up long ago. You thought.
You sighed and got up; you missed your fiancé. Putting on one of his T-shirts and your socks, you left your room.
“SoonDongDo,” you said, petting the kids affectionately, “Where’s your dad, hmm? Let's go find him,” you said, running your hand through your hair.
You had actually rolled out of bed to go see him.
When you walked into the kitchen, you saw him standing in front of the stove. Even though he was wearing a T-shirt, you could see the muscles in his back every time he moved.
You smiled and walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, your forehead pressed against his back.
“Good morning, kitten”
“Good morning.” You tightened your grip a little more, burying your head even deeper into his back. “Why did you get up so early?”
“It's noon.” You heard him laugh.
“Is it?” you asked, surprised. He hummed.
Thank goodness you both had the day off
“What are you cooking?”
“Your favorite,” he said. One of his hands found yours and brought them to his lips. “Kitten,” he called. You purred in response. “Where’s your ring?”
“What ring?”
“The one Jisung gave you at the fair?” You were still half-asleep and didn’t catch his sarcastic tone. You pulled away from him and looked him straight in the eye, confused.
“Jisung? He’s never—”
“The engagement ring, silly.”
“What about it?”
“Where is it?”
“Well, on my finger.” You looked down at your hand and saw it was empty.
You woke up immediately.
Your mind was racing, retracing yesterday’s steps.
“It must be on my nightstand,” you said. “I took it off to sleep.”
“Will you put it on?” he asked. You laughed, stood on your tiptoes, and planted a kiss on his lips.
“Please,” you said.
“Will you put it on, please?”
You smiled. “Let me go get it.”
You went to his room and went to your nightstand, but the ring wasn’t there.
Your heart sank.
You started frantically searching for it on the floor, in the bathroom, in the closet—everywhere in the room
You were so focused that you didn’t hear the door open. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.” You ran your hand through your hair, fixing it. “What could be wrong?”
“You’re acting like a maniac, throwing your clean clothes in with my dirty ones.”
“I’ll fix it later.”
Min hummed. “And the ring?”
“I can’t find it.”
“I figured.”
“What do you mean by ‘I figured’?”
“It’s just that you didn’t leave it here in the room.” You looked at him expectantly. “You left it outside.”
“Outside? Where outside?”
“In the kitchen,” he said, holding out his hand; between his fingers was the engagement ring. “Yesterday you were mixing the cinnamon rolls, you took it off, and left it on the counter.” He stepped away from the doorframe, walked toward you, took your hand, and before slipping the ring onto your finger, he looked at you. “Be more careful, please.”
“First time this has happened to me.”
“First and last, please.” He slid the ring onto your finger and kissed it. “Don’t do this to me once we’re married.”
“I’ll try.”
Changbin🐷
You groaned as you held the phone to your ear
“Hello?”
“Binnie?” you said, your fingernail between your teeth
"What's up, bunny? Is everything ok?"
He was the sweetest boy ever and you remember the night he gave it to you. It was your first year anniversary.
"This is my promise to you. I will love and protect you today and always, Bunny. It will always be you."
"Do you know pherhaps where I left my promise ring? I can't find it" You closed your eyes, waiting for Changbin's answer
"What?"
"You don’t know where the ring you gave me is? Yesterday when we went out to eat, I remember taking it off in your car when we were wiping our hands, but I don’t know if it might have stayed there or if I left it somewhere in the house," you said without taking a breath. "Although I’ve already looked all over the house and can’t find it, and I’m getting nervous, Binnie," you said, on the verge of tears.
Besides being a promise ring, it was a way to keep yourself in check; whenever you felt overwhelmed, you’d flip it over and feel better.
“Hey, calm down. Don’t stress out,” Changbin said seriously. You heard chairs moving and then a door open and close. “I’m going to the car, okay? It’ll be there.”
“And if it isn’t?”
“If not, we’ll look everywhere for it; it has to be out there somewhere.” There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds.
“I feel bad, Bin,” you said quietly. “You’re working, and I’m bothering you about a ring I’m supposed to carry with me at all times, and you might think I don’t take this relationship seriously, but I actually do, and—” he cut you off
“Hey, bunny. Don’t say that, okay? I know you’re just as committed to this relationship as I am” Changbin said serious "Please calm down; we'll figure this out"
There was silence on the line for a few more seconds.
“I'm coming down. Give me a few minutes to look for it, and I'll call you back, okay?” You nodded. “I love you, bunny.”
“And I love you, Binnie.”
When you heard the call end, you sighed and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
You closed your eyes, trying to recall what you’d done last night, but your mind couldn’t process anything beyond the moment they got into the car.
“Damn it,” you muttered, shaking your head.
Just as you were scolding yourself for misplacing something so important, you received several messages one after another
“Bunny!”
Binnie♥️ sent a photo
“You left it on the console”
“I'll keep it and put it back for you when I get there”
“You know what?”
“Do you think I could sneak out quickly so I can bring it to you right away?”
“Chan-hyung would kill me”
“It would be worth it”
“You don't have to worry, Bunny. A ring doesn't define our relationship. I love you”
Hyunjin🥟
“Do we have everything?” Hyunjin asked as he got into the car. You nodded, looking at him.
“Here's your coffee, honey.” You held out your hand while rummaging through your purse with the other.
Contrary to what usually happens, Hyunjin didn't take the coffee right away.
“Honey?” you asked, looking up. “Your coffee.”
As you looked at your husband, you saw him examining your hand. "Are you planning to get a divorce?" he blurted out.
"What? No! Why do you ask that?"
“Where's your ring?”
You looked at your hand. “Ah.”
“Ah,” he mimicked. “So?”
“Here.” You handed him his coffee again and went back to your purse to look for something.
From there, you took out your rings—your engagement ring and your wedding band.
You also took out a necklace he gave you when you’d been dating for six months and a bracelet your mom gave you.
“Can you help me, please?” You handed him the bracelet.
“Why aren’t you wearing them?”
“We’re going to do pottery, honey. They’ll get ruined.” His eyes widened in realization.
“That’s true!” His hand reached to take off his ring, but you let out a few “heys.”
“You can't take yours off,” you stopped him
“Why not?”
“The girl in the class is always trying to flirt with you”
“Jealous?" He smirked. You gave him a look "I'm not interested in her, I'm interested in you and I'm interested in my ring. It's going to get ruined”
You saw him take his ring off his finger, grab your rings, and then you saw him take off his necklace. “I’ll put them here,” he said once he’d placed all the rings on the chain, then slipped it around his neck so it hung over his chest.
He took your hand and kissed your ring finger
“Muse, please don't do that to me again. My heart is fragile.” He placed his hand over his heart “I thought you didn't want to be with me anymore.” He ran his hand through his hair and put on his cap
“You're being dramatic, Hyune.” You smiled as you took a sip of your drink. “You're stuck with me.”
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summary: stays always talk about how chan is secretly their oomf on twitter, but they never stop to think that their oomf could be dating a member of stray kids, or that she could be dating all of them
a/n: happy 8 years to our boys!! i’ve been a stay for 8 months, 8 is fate ugh, and it has been the best 8 months ever! i love them so much and am so proud of them. they led me to meet such amazing friends and other stays i am so grateful <3 also please tell me your thoughts on the new song they released for us! i have been crying about it ever since it came out
*this is a oneshot poly skz spin off of my seungmin his gf is oomf series! there will not be another part for this poly skz version. i just wanted to make something fun and silly for the boy’s anniversary with my oomf concept! also please ignore that i reused the twitter profiles this does not take place in the same universe i was just too lazy to make new ones lol*
summary:after a slew of tragic romances and with the help of your best friend, you decide to try dating again. it's hard not to fall for him, not when he's a complete gentleman
wc: 5332
cw: fluff, comfort, talk about an abusive ex (it is about a paragraph of it, nothing too explicit but please don't read if this will hurt you)
a/n: ahh, this is only the beginning of my curly-hair/glasses/gentle giant changbin agenda
event masterlist ... masterlist
"Just tell him I'm sick or something," you whine, head thrown against the arm of the couch. Your legs are swung on top of your roommates legs. He shifts a little under them. Your arm is thrown over your eyes, but you can tell he's fixing you with a warning glance. "We don't even know each other, it's not like he's going to be that upset."
"He will be," Felix counters, "because I've been talking you up all week."
You sit up and look at him, "you haven't shown him any pictures have you?"
"Actually I have."
"Unfair!" You throw a cushion in his direction. He half-dodges it, but it still scrapes his face. "You have to show me one now!"
"No!" He pushes your legs off his lap, "the whole point of this is that you go in with no expectations."
Your shoulders slump and you fall back against the couch. You cross your arms when he scooches closer to you. You sigh, "it's hard."
"I know," Felix soothes, reaching out to calm his hand down your arm, "but I've told you, he is a complete gentleman okay? And if he does anything that remotely makes you uncomfortable, you can brag about it all you want and give up on men entirely." He watches your face for a reaction, but there's only a small tilt of your head. He continues, "I refuse to let you give up on love because of-"
"Don't even say his name."
"That little twerp." He finishes, "I promise you Y/N, Changbin is nothing like him."
Date One:
"I feel ridiculous." You slump, smoothing over the outfit Felix practically forced you in to.
"Well you look beautiful," he mutters, rounding your figure to adjust several things on your outfit.
You think for a moment, a small blush creeping up on your face as the question forms on your tongue. Usually, you'd be embarrassed to ask such things, but with Felix, there's never any judgement. "You... you told me he was hot..." you let your eyes flick over to his, "how hot exactly?"
"If you're wondering if he's going to be attracted to you, I'm going to stop you right there." He doesn't look at you, just keeps fiddling with the outfit.
"You said he was rich."
"Okay yes, but you can't tell him I told you that... he hates people knowing."
"So what you're saying is he could have anyone... any girl he wants... and he's being forced to go on a date with me."
"Right," Felix drops his hands and sets his eyes on you, "I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I've shown him your instagram, I've talked to him about the things you like. He wants to go on this date with you. If you saw the way he blushed when I showed him that picture I took of you at Hyunjin's New Years Party, you wouldn't be doubting him for a second."
"Don't remind me of that party..." you huff, "that's literally my favourite picture of myself and it's tainted with memories of him."
"Yes, it's tragic..." he muses, taking a step back to take you in. "You're so beautiful Y/N."
"You have to say that."
He sighs, "you know, one of these days, someone is going to say that to you and you'll believe it."
"No we've been through that. And now he's god knows where, burying himself in god knows who." You smile at him, rather sarcastically.
"Right." Felix perks up, "no more talking about what's in the past. Tonight is about your future. Tonight is about healing," he grabs your shoulders, "you don't owe him a second date, but you owe it to yourself to go on this one. To open yourself back up. Trust me, this is good for you."
You can do nothing else but nod.
You shift silently on the pavement. You feel ridiculous. Ridiculous and nervous. Felix insisted you arrive 10 minutes early. You hate to admit it, but it was smart. Changbin, having known what you look like thanks to Felix, would be the one to approach you. You wouldn't need to look around the restaurant awkwardly trying to find a man you'd never met.
"Y/N?" His voice is like a siren call, drawing your attention to your left. "I'm Changbin," his voice makes you so weak you forget to be cynical for a moment.
You allow your eyes to rake over his body. Felix wasn't lying when he said he was built, but he failed to mention his arms would be straining against the fabric of his black button-up. The first two buttons are undone, revealing a gold chain that catches the light of the street-lamp. And then there was his face, round, angled jaw and a mop of curly dark brown hair. His eyes, dark brown and dreamy, are hidden behind small-rimmed round glasses. And then his lips. Plump, bottom trapped between his teeth.
You hate how right Felix was. He was exactly your type. But you tell yourself it's physically. He can be hot all he wants, but he could have a horrible personality.
"These are for you," he reveals a large bouquet of flowers. Shit.
"Thank you..." you finally manage, "sorry.. um... I'm Y/N."
"I know," when he smiles it's sweet. His cheeks go full and his lips pull taut. He points to the restaurant door, "shall we?"
You nod.
Before you can even reach for the handle, he's pulling the door open for you. He gestures inside, waiting until you're inside before he enters too.
He booked a nice table. A quiet one in the corner, with a view of the river outside.
The chatter was classic first-date small talk. You force polite smiles and craft the perfect responses. He does the same.
But then that demeanour slips.
"You're really beautiful," he whispers, nearly like he wasn't meant to say it out loud. But you heard it. And because he hasn't looked away from you, he sees the flinch in your reaction. He clears his throat, "sorry. I'm trying to be respectful but I'm having a hard time taking my eyes off of you."
You chuckle, because is this guy serious? You narrow your eyes at him, "you're good at this."
"At what?"
"Flirting."
He chuckles and drops his eyes to his plate. You feel it in your own stomach. He looks back up to you, shurgging, "I'm just being honest."
"Sure you are."
He watches you for a moment before, "Lix told me you almost pulled out of coming."
"Did he?" You ask, but already know the answer. You mutter, "snitch."
"But I'm glad you didn't," he says it with a straight face. He says it with a softness that has you double take. Because how can a voice that soft tell you something untruthful? He waits a moment, like building the courage to ask, "can I ask why?"
You shift, "why I almost pulled out or why I came anyway?"
"Both," he leans forward, caught on your every word.
You allow yourself a breathy laugh, "well I came because Felix can be pretty persistent when he wants to be."
He laughs, "I know that much."
"And the why I almost pulled out..." you let your words die, "that's a story for another day. Not really first date material... let's just say my dating history is full of shitty men who can only think with their dicks."
You expect something more. A reaction, an argument, a 'not all men' speech. But he fixes you with the gaze he's had all night, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Not smug, but knowing. And then, he mutters something that nearly has you choking on your water. Because it's bold, entirely too bold, but said in that sweet, soft tone he's been speaking to you in, "I can change that."
You blink. He's not looking at you when he says it. He's looking down at his plate, like he's just accepted a challenge for himself. Not a sleazy one, but determined to be a mark in your history. Whether you let him stay and be your future to is up to you. At the very least he wants you to look back at his chapter and think 'maybe there is such thing as kindness.'
The waiter comes over with a little black folder and places it on the edge of the table. You both reach for it, but he snatches it up so quickly you think you've offended him. And clearly you have because he scoffs, "absolutely not. What kind of man would I be to let you pay for a date you were forced to be on?" He laughs.
His eyes are darting over the bill, hands reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. You don't think you've ever seen anything more attractive. The way his bicep bulges under the shirt as his arm flexes with the movement, the way he flips open his wallet and drops his card into the folder without care. When he signs the bill, he closes it, and hands it back to the waiter with a small kind smile.
When the waiter walks away, his eyes are back to you. You swallow, "I wasn't forced."
"Mm?"
"To be here. I wasn't forced, just heavily encouraged. I've just... it's been a while and I was nervous to come... that's why I nearly didn't... but Felix knew that... he kind always knows what's best for me."
Changbin chuckles, "I get that..." he thinks for a moment, "and for the record I was nervous too. If you could see my bedroom right now, I think I threw every shirt and pair of pants I own onto my floor and over my bed. I nearly had a breakdown at the florist because all of the bouquets looked so different, and I wanted to get the right ones for you."
You laugh. A genuine, unmasked laugh.
When you're outside the restaurant again, he poses the question, "can I drive you home? You can totally say no, I'll understand."
You smile, "it's a 10 minute walk, I'll be fine."
"Can I walk you?" He asks, hands wringing together. His eyes flick down to the flowers in your hand, "they look heavy. I could carry them for you?"
And you found yourself saying yes. For yourself? Maybe not. But to tell Felix you said yes? Definitely.
He takes the spot closest to the road, and you're convinced he read that somewhere. He walks close, but not enough to brush against you. His hands remain behind his back, gripping the flowers like a lifeline.
"So how do you know Felix?" He asks.
"We met through my ex actually. He um... he kinda screwed us both over so he and I were kinda there for each other... we've been really close since."
"I see..." he nods like he's still processing.
"Sorry," you defend, "I shouldn't talk about my exes on a first date."
"It's fine Y/N." He smiles. Something about that felt genuine, like he really didn't care.
You stop just in front of your building, "this is me."
He nods and reveals the flowers to you again, "I had a really nice time tonight."
You hum and can't help the smile that forms, "yeah.. me too."
He smiles big, but tries to lessen it a little, scared he might run you off with his eagerness. He clears his throat, "goodnight Y/N."
"Goodnight Changbin.."
You turn and walk up the small set of stairs outside your building. As you reach for the handle, his voice calls you back.
"Sorry if this is too forward but... I'd um... I'd like to see you again... if... if you'd like to as well..." he waits for your reaction, but is too impatient, "sorry I don't do the whole 'wait three days to call you back' thing."
You laugh, "I'd like to see you again too Changbin."
Date Two:
He'd insisted on something more casual, that's how you found yourself walking into a higher end bar. You see him immediately when you walk in. Still unruly hair flopping over his glasses-covered eyes, but the tight black t-shirt he wears feels a little different.
Yes, the button-up suited him well. But there was something so simple about seeing him look so casual.
"Y/N," he beams, walking over to you, "this is my favourite bar. I was thinking we could play billiards?"
You nod and allow him to guide you over to the table.
You'd be lying if you said you knew how to play. Instead of hiding it, you admit to it. Luckily for you, you're not playing with just anyone. You're playing with Changbin.
He takes his time to explain the rules, restating anything he thinks is complicated and helps you pick a cue.
And now you both dance around the table, pool cues in hand, quiet chatter amongst you.
"What is it you do again?" You ask, lining up a shot the best you can.
"Producing," he answers. He's planted the pool cue on the ground, leaning against it with one hand, the other holding onto the table.
"You enjoy it?" The white ball rolls and rebounds off the side of the table. You sigh and stand up again.
"Very much," he starts lining up his own shot. "I would have gotten into music myself if I didn't need to come back home to take care of my mother."
"Oh," you hum, watching as he tried several angles to get the cue positioned right. "She's unwell."
"She was," he mutters and your heart drops. "But she's okay now."
You breathe a sigh of release, "that's good to hear. Would you take it up now?"
"Not a chance," he laughs, moving away to pick up the chalk and rub it on the cue, "turns out I love producing music more than I ever liked performing it."
He tries again, but the angle feels awkward. He huffs and straightens up, swinging the cue behind his back to line up the cue one last time. Satisfied, he knocks the ball and watches as it sinks his green one. He smiles.
You watch in awe, "how do you do that?"
He tries to sink another, but fails, "practice. Learning about angles and power and position."
"You sound like a professional." You state, leaning down to line up your own.
"It's rather easy actually," he watches you for a second, "here."
He rounds the table, finding a place beside you. He leans his cue against the wall and lifts his hands. He doesn't touch. Instead, he asks, "may I?"
You nod.
He moves beside you. Not behind like most men would do. It's intentional. His moves are intentional. One hand hovers gently around the middle of your back, still not touching. His other finds your hand and moves it back on the cue. From there, his hand glides up your arm to position your elbow better. He crouches, eyeing the angle of the cue before moving it over slightly. When he rises, he's close to your ear, "I want you to aim for the centre of the ball," he moves the cue forward a little to show you before pulling it back. "When you hit it, make sure to follow through, and with enough power," he pulls the cue back himself and your hands follow. The hand by your back is now warm and splayed across it. You're not sure when he did that.
With his grip still on the back of the cue, he pushes. You watch the white ball knock into your red one, and sinks in the back corner. You straighten with a bright smile, as it's your first one. You nearly knock him over with how quickly you rise.
Your faces are closer than they've ever been. His eyes flick down to your lips, for a second too quick for you to comprehend before he's stepping away.
"So yeah," he starts, but his voice is squeaky. He clears it before, "you have another turn now. You sunk it so..." he points to another ball, "why don't you try this one?"
You watch him for a moment longer before moving to line up the cue again.
And then it's the same routine as last time. You walk outside the bar to both head home.
"I can drive you if you'd like? It's a longer walk this time," he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.
You smile, thankful for the darkness in the street as you feel your face heat up under his gaze. He leads you to his car. No, he leads you to his lamborghini. Slick, black, low to the ground. He opens the door for you. You've never been in a car with doors that open up instead of out. You step inside and he closes the door after you.
You blame the hormones. Or maybe just the attractive man in the seat beside you. But watching him drive, one hand up on the wheel, the other propped on the centre console, makes heat drop right to your stomach.
"I've really enjoyed tonight Y/N. Next time we'll have to do something that you like." He laughs, sneaking a glance over to you.
"Next time?" You ask.
His smile drops, "uh well... I mean... I'd like to see you again..."
You smile, "yeah... I guess that wouldn't be too bad."
He laughs. It's more of a cackle really, but it's endearing and sweet.
Soon you find yourself on the stairs in front of your building again. He's a step below you as you mutter goodbyes to each other. Then you get the sudden urge to be bold.
Because how can he stand there, with cheeks this kissable, but no lipstick marks to stain them? So you lean forward and press one to his cheek. He immediately goes red and coughs slightly, "uh... thank you." He mutters, before scurrying down the stairs and back into his car.
You flop onto the couch with a loud sigh. Felix pauses his movie.
"What?"
"I think I like him." You admit before slapping your hands over your face. You scream a little into them, thrashing your body a little before dropping your hands and groaning. "I hate that you've done this to me."
Felix laughs, "done what?"
"You put me in front of an attractive, sweet, caring, gentleman and expect me to be calm about it!"
"I never said you had to be calm!" He exclaims.
You crawl up the couch more to rest your head in his lap. "Do you think he's seeing anyone else?"
"Doubt it."
You sigh, "what if I mess this up? What if... what if he's just pretending? What if when the time comes, he shows me who he truly is?"
"I can guarantee you, that whoever he is around you, is who he is."
You sigh again and settle further into Felix's lap, allowing him to push against your muscles to ease them.
Date 5:
You bumble down the stairs to meet him. He's wearing a leather jacket tonight, and you have a hard time keeping your thoughts quiet.
You let out a small giggle as you lean to kiss his cheek. He slips his hand into you, smile wide across his face. He leans back to look at you, "how do you manage to get more and more beautiful everytime I see you?"
You smack his arm playfully, "stop it."
"I'm serious," he looks over you once more, nodding like he's agreeing with someone other than himself, "I could look at you all day."
"Well you can't," you tease, "we have a booking."
He smiles and leads you over to his car.
The theatre is packed. You find yourself gripping tighter to Changbins hand as he guides you through the crowd. He weaves through people, trying to make his way to the snack bar. You'd insisted it was okay, and that you didn't need any snacks.
But then he said, "I'm not taking my girl to a show and not feeding her. You will have snacks." And you melted.
You don't think he even realised he called you that. 'My girl', like it was nothing or natural or something he had always on the tip of his tongue and just couldn't use the brain power to keep it in anymore.
He stops at the front of the line, and you hug his arm. You didn't realise he'd paid for the premium package until you arrived. It's not like he every flaunted his money, and it was never really a point of conversation for either of you.
But Felix had also told you how much he enjoyed spending on other people. Yes, he bought himself a fancy car and nice apartment, but those were needs that he decided to upgrade. When it comes to the wants of other people, he spares no expense.
You watch him order the snacks and drinks you want and hands one to you. The rest he balances in his other hand. Neither of you let go of the ones you're holding.
Tonight was good. You'd maybe even risk saying it was perfect. You felt yourself slowly melting into Changbin. His gentleness, his patience, his ability to ask questions without probing too much. Both of you knew there were things you weren't telling him, but he didn't mind.
Not that he'd told you, but he wanted you to feel safe enough with him to tell him. But he could go his whole life not knowing and be completely fine.
He feels your hand tense in his, "Y/N?"
Your eyes are locked across the room. A familiar mop of hair, standing out amongst the crowd. He smiles like he hadn't ended your world a year ago. And before you can do anything about it, he's walking over to you.
"Y/N." That voice. That horrid, scratchy voice. And those fucking eyes. You feel disgusting under his gaze. "It's been a minute." He eyes the way you cling to Changbin.
Who, still confused by the situation, introduces himself. But he can feel how uncomfortable you are.
"This is my ex." You whisper to Changbin, "this is Changbin," you say louder.
"Ah, your new side piece huh?"
Your stomach drops, your heart breaks. He's still the same, still the asshole, dickhead, son of a bitch you once knew.
Changbin straightens, "are you being territorial about a girl you barely know anymore?"
Your ex blinks, and his demeanor falters. "You don't know anything."
"No, but I can tell just by looking at you that you're a dickhead."
You choke on air, turning to see Changbin's demeanour. His straight, chest puffed out and shoulders rolled back. He looks confident. Confident and hot.
"Listen here-" your ex nears.
Changbin tuts and nods his head towards the security guard, whose eyeing them both up, "I wouldn't go doing anything crazy now."
And with that, he scoffs and walks away.
Changbin turns to you, "are you okay?"
You can't form any words.
Why does he have to show up now? Now, when you'd just started letting yourself heal, after you had just met Changbin?
"Hey, let's go," he says, dragging you towards the doors.
"No, we paid for the tickets."
He shrugs, "I heard it's lame anyway. Plus, we got our snacks so we're set for the rest of the night." He pulls you outside.
Instantly you feel better. Whether it's the cool, fresh air hitting your face, or maybe it's the absence of the vile creature you used to date. Or there's another option, where it's the presence of Changbins hand in yours. Either way, your heart doesn't feel so heavy.
"If you want, we can go back to my place and watch that movie you've been talking about?"
You think for a moment, eyeing him off suspiciously.
"What?" He asks.
"Are you not put off by that?"
"By seeing your ex?" He asks and you nod, "no. Should I be?"
"No."
He waits a moment, "well then I'm not. I can drop you home if you'd prefer?"
"No, I um... I like the sound of movie night."
"Perfect," he smiles, opening the door of his car for you, "you can wear something of mine if you'd like so you're not so uncomfortable." He drops, before closing the door and rounding the car.
And when you walk into his place, the nerves start to build up again. Because this apartment, which you thought would be void of all personality, is surprisingly cozy. The building itself is modern, the technology is modern, but the furniture provides a warmth you hadn't expected.
"Here," he hands you a pair of basketball shorts and his hoodie, "the bathroom's just in there."
He points and you enter.
When you emerge, you find him making popcorn in the kitchen and pouring you each a drink. He's wearing a tank top. A fucking tank top. It's the first time you're seeing his arms exposed like this.
"Hey," you croak out, trying to sound unaffected by him.
"Hi," his voice is sweet and his eyes find you in the doorway. He mutters, "fuck. Careful jagi, you look that good in my clothes I might have to pack you a suitcase full of them."
"Binnie..."
"Fuck," he drops what he was doing to turn his body to you fully.
"What now?"
"You've never called me that before."
"Oh, sorry."
"No don't apologise." He walks over to you, "I liked it. A little too much actually. You can... if you want... you can call me that anytime."
"Okay Binnie," you chuckle when he squeezes his eyes shut.
"You're going to kill me," he laughs, walking back into the kitchen to retrieve the popcorn.
Once you're settled on the couch, close but not cuddling, you decide to bring it up. He's searching for the movie, trying to find which platform it's on.
"Binnie?"
"Yes Princess?" He responds, eyes still glued to the screen.
"Can I... can I tell you something?"
The remote is out of his hand in a second and his body is turned to you, "anything."
"I... I just wanted to thank you for before. With my ex," your heart is beating like crazy. You hadn't spoken about it with anyone other than Felix. And it was your fifth date with Changbin. But you had to say something. "He wasn't exactly... he... he just treated me like shit... like I was his maid, and his cook and his therapist... and everything was always about what he wanted... what meal he wanted, what show he wanted to watch. We only ever had sex when he wanted to... even sometimes when I wasn't even in the mood..."
"Princess," he grips your hands tightly, "I'm so sorry..."
"You don't need to apologise. I feel like I need to apologise to you!"
"What? Why?"
"Because I haven't been able to... like... give myself fully to you... like we haven't even kissed and I haven't been that open with you..."
"Princess..." he soothes, "I don't care about that. I do, but I care that you do right by yourself first. You tell me what you need. You tell me what you want me to know when you're ready, not because you feel you owe it to me, because you don't."
"I just," you're holding back a tear, "I'm just worried that the waiting is going to make you resent me..."
"I don't think I could ever find a reason to resent you. And I'll wait until you're ready. And even if, a month from now, you decide you can't do it, I'll respect it and move on." He moves closer to you, "because-" you're not looking at him, "listen to me. Eyes up here. Because, you deserve happiness. You deserve love."
You're not sure how, or why or when, but a moment later, your lips are on his. He stills, breathing you in by letting you take the lead. It's soft, charged and addicting. You pull away a moment later and "sorry! Sorry- I should of asked! I should have-"
"Do it again." His voice is low and his tongue darts out to taste what's left of you on his lips. He's staring at yours, "please Y/N..." he flicks his eyes back up to you, "unless you-"
"Don't ask if I want to." You stern, "you always ask that. You always add 'if you want to' like I would ever say no to you."
"Jagiya," he breathes before your lips meets again.
This time it's hungrier, like the thought of not kissing you would kill him. His hand comes to cup your cheek, as he brings your face closer to his own. He moans into your mouth, like he's been holding back for so long.
When he pulls back for air, his hand remains on your face and his eyes stay closed. "God I don't think I ever want to do anything else ever again." His eyes flutter open, "I just want to kiss you for the rest of time."
You laugh and lean back in.
Date 10:
"Binnie! Come on!" You giggle, dragging him over to the shooting game. You pause in front of it, "you have to win me a prize or else you're not a real man."
He gives you a fond smile, "is that so Princess?"
"Mmhm," you nod your head.
"I assume you want the big one?"
"No!" You scoff, "I want the pink bunny!"
He looks over the prizes, eyebrows screwing together. "Jagi, that's a pig."
"It's very much NOT. It's a pink bunny!"
"It's clearly a pig!" He turns back to you, "but if you want the pig you can have the pig," he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
You pull back, but your faces remain close together and you whisper, "bunny."
"Pig," he whispers back.
If you weren't sure about your decision before, you're sure of it now. You want to call him more than just the guy who spends all his money on you. You want to call him more than the guy you have fun with.
And seeing him now, handing over the last tickets in exchange for more turns to win you the prize, you couldn't be more sure.
Eventually, the guy behind the counter fishes down the plush and hands it over to him. Changbin beams, turning to you immediately, "your pig m'lady."
"Bunny!" You laugh, but pull it close anyway.
"I don't know why you wanted that one so badly..."
"It reminds me of you!" You giggle.
"How?"
"It has your energy!" You laugh together, the sounds of the carnival allowing you to be as loud as you want.
Your eyes drift over to the ferris wheel, "come on," you say, picking up his hand and dragging him over.
The wheel whirs to life, the carriage you're in rocks a little under the movement. It moves, then stops, and moves then stops. With it rocking like this, you scooch closer to Changbin to steady yourself.
"It's so pretty from up here," you laugh and turn to him, "and don't pull the 'you're the better view' bullshit on me."
"At least you know it," he shrugs, "means I've done my job."
You smile at him, and soon the wheel stops at the top.
"Binnie?"
"Yes Princess?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything, Jagi." He smiles.
You take a deep breath, smile impossibly big and painful. "Binnie, would you be my boyfriend?"
"What?" His smile drops and his eyes widen. You know it's not a bad reaction, it's just a reaction. "You... you want me... to be... your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"YES!" He shouts and you flinch. He reaches for you, "sorry- sorry Jagi I got excited." He clears his throat, "yes Y/N... I want nothing more than to be your boyfriend."
"Really?"
"Are you kidding?" He leans over and smashes his lips into yours. It's quick, heated and adorable. He pulls back, thumbs caressing over your cheeks. He sighs and takes you in, "you're as beautiful as the day I first saw you."
"Lixie showed you a picture before I saw you."
"No..." he shakes his head, "do you know how long I was standing around, building up the courage to approach you?" You look at him confused, "I was half an hour early Jagi. I watched you arrive, I watched you stand there and I had to psych myself up to approach you because holy shit, that's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, how on earth would I ever be in her league? And now..." he leans over again, "and now she's my girlfriend. I have a girlfriend!" He turns his head to shout into the air, "I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!"
You slap your hand over his mouth, "oh my god Binnie."
He pretends to bite your hand, forcing you to pull it back. You're laughing, and so is he.
It fades into his sweet smile, the one you've grown so fond of.
"I have a girlfriend," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again.
