#stoner!changbin

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hi it’s 👽 i saw that you wrote about a reader that smokes weed in your felix oneshot and i was just wondering what type of potheads you think skz members would be

POTHEADS — stray kids

스트레이 키즈 ⨳ genre/s: headcanons (?) ⨳ warnings: obviously the members of skz are stoners, mentions of anxiety, stress, feeling overwhelmed, let me know if i missed anything please i’m high ⨳ rating: 18+ ⨳ word count: 1.8k ⨳ summary: green decides what kind of stoners the stray kids members are. 

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🍃 방찬 — BANG CHAN. 

I feel like he started smoking weed after he heard it helped relieve anxiety and stress as well as  insomnia. He keeps a bong in his bedroom right under his bed so he can give it a few hits right before bed. Chan also seems to me like the kind of person who would walk around with a handful of neatly-rolled joints in a small tin box that also carries a lighter. It’s often that Chan would excuse himself and walk towards his car just to smoke a joint to calm his mind as soon as his anxiety started to get the better of him, and he would return to work red-eyed and freshly sprayed cologne that everyone pretended to not notice. 

When he’s high alone he almost always finds himself staring at the ceiling with a blank expression for a long while, just feeling the blissful emptiness of his own mind. He also just sleeps heavily, like sometimes he’ll be immediately knocked out after a hit of his bong or two. If he’s high while working he finds it easier to focus and really get into the zone of the most routine parts of it, and sometimes being high really helps him think better when it comes to writing. It’s mostly just a hit or miss. 

However, when he’s high along with friends, it becomes a different story entirely. He’s just so energetic, so talkative and giggly — there’s a reason he’s so popular amongst idols. He treats the world like a wonder that delights him every single time. Whatever story you tell him, it is received with great enthusiasm and it’s the very thing most like about him. 

On the downside, smoking as much as he does really causes memory loss for him, and it’s a struggle he accepts if it means a good night’s sleep. He actually did try to stay sober for at least a month and found that he hated who he became without weed since he didn’t have anything to console his anxiety or to knock him out for the night. 

🍃 리노 — LEE KNOW. 

Minho doesn’t exactly give me stoner vibes, but I do think he enjoys eating edibles (a.k.a. Felix’s brownies) every once in a while to take the edge off or to relax with the boys. If he’s feeling a little more adventurous, he’ll smoke from whatever the others are smoking from — bong, pipe, joint, whatever. Generally speaking, though, I wouldn’t consider him to be a full-blown pothead since I don’t think he’s the kind to enjoy the feeling of not being in control of his awareness often. 

Regardless of if he’s alone or not, I think he would be the kind of guy who would just eat constantly. As a matter of fact, don’t even talk to him if you don’t have something to feed him. It’s ridiculous, honestly. When he is eating, though, he’s so giggly. Jokes that he wouldn’t laugh at, he finds to be the funniest damn thing in the world — just no thought process going on, just giggles. 

🍃 창빈 — CHANGBIN. 

Changbin started smoking as a teenager and this is a hill I’m willing to die on even though there’s literally nothing that I could say to justify this opinion — I can just picture him sneaking out of the house and school to smoke joints with his buddies and then enjoying the nauseous thrill of getting away with it when he’d return to where he’s supposed to be. I think this might be when he discovered his passion for rapping, I think he was goofing around with his friends singing and rapped a little too well. He probably became curious about it and started doing research and trying to write some verses for himself. 

Perhaps he tried to quit around the time of his debut, though, since he wanted to remain sober and sharp during this extremely crucial period of his career. He did so well for a long time, you’d never tell he used to get high all the time back in his teenage years. But then he recognized the familiar scent of weed in the dormitories with the other members and quickly found out it was because of Chan — that was enough for him to return to his old ways, his leader was doing it while being the company’s golden child. 

Presently, I believe Changbin only smokes out of a bong. He’s at that point in life where he doesn’t really care about leaving something so obviously related to weed out in his room, so he keeps it in the bathroom cabinet that he uses by himself in his own apartment. There’s not a moment he’s home but not high, it’s the first thing he does when he wakes up, comes back home, and goes to sleep. That bong is always packed, and he genuinely loves it that way. It just makes him feel like he’s traveled back to the days he was young and naive, writing only for himself and rapping in exchange for the laughter of his friends. 

While high, he’d also feel starved all the time. It’s not uncommon for him to be eating so much after getting high — which explains the constant jokes the other members make about him loving to eat so much, he’s always high. He’s also very loud and giggly, and just loves making other people laugh. However, if you catch him alone, he’d likely rope into you a very intense conversation in which you confess your darkest thoughts and feelings though he never judges and keeps it to himself. 

🍃 현진 — HYUNJIN. 

Being such a devout artist and enjoyer of the arts, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he stumbled upon like-minded people who happened to also spend time smoking weed. He’d love it from the first puff of smoke, freely allowing his mind to fog up as he melted into every tingle of his skin that seemed to follow the beat of the music playing in the distance. This would be the moment that would forever change the course of his life as he soon found himself obsessed with perfecting the art of rolling a flawless joint. 

He would often add various types of flowers into his joint just to enhance his experience. The beautiful mixture of the very different types of flowers was absolutely intoxicating, and it always inspired him with an abundance of creativity that he always spilt into either the blank canvases he’d buy in dozens or the hundreds of half-filled notebooks he collected everywhere. 

I feel like Hyunjin and Changbin would enjoy smoking together a lot. Changbin already likes having deep conversations when he’s like this, and I feel like Hyunjin would also enjoy having these types of conversations as well as the philosophical ones. And I think Hyunjin would like smoking with Felix, too, since they’d always end up listening to soft music that makes them feel like they’re levitating while describing every thought that crosses their mind. 

Sometimes he would accidentally get too high, which then causes to become very anxious. For this, he always carries various crystals in his pockets for him to fiddle with as a way to ground himself. But overall, I’d kill to smoke with him so we can be artists together and then maybe even share our works and have a whole discussion about it all. It just sounds so peaceful to me. 

🍃 한 — HAN. 

Han was encouraged by Chan to start smoking, that much I would say. He’s just so overwhelmed with anxiety, constantly feeling as though he were a cup full of water that is just about to spill over. So Chan invited him into his world of soothing serenity as he’d smoke him out for a while. Eventually Han just started getting his own pipe and his own weed. 

His memory is absolutely shot as of now, but it’s okay because he’s not so overly-conscious of the fact that he’s constantly perceived by other people so he’ll consider it a win anyway. He would constantly smell like weed, which the other members find irritating because they’d panic about someone finding out they all smoke. He just always gets a little too high and forgets that he’s not supposed to be a pothead. 

🍃 이용복 — FELIX. 

I’m not sure when exactly he would start smoking, but I do know he would be the kind of guy to mindlessly always be smoking people out when he smokes. He just enjoys having company when he’s taking the edge off, he definitely sees socializing as smoking and vice versa. It’s very rare to catch him hanging out with a friend and not smoking with them. 

Whenever he finds out about a tour or a long trip away from home for work, he’s always sure to bake some treats so he can still get high without drawing too much attention to himself with the smell. He’s just paranoid, but it’s fine. Felix also just likes bragging about his baking skills since nobody ever really tastes the usual twinge of weed, it could really pass as a normal brownie until it hits you an hour later. 

Yeah, he’s always high, I’m so certain of it, he’s just very good at hiding it. 

🍃 승민 — SEUNGMIN. 

Seungmin was probably very bewildered when he found out his members smoked weed, always watching them get high while he sat in a corner quietly. He’d be so curious to know what it felt like, but the members didn’t let him even hold a lighter before he was old enough to. That doesn’t mean he didn’t constantly irritate the members while trying to take a puff whenever they smoked together. 

As soon as he was considered an adult, he bought himself so much weed along with a brand new bong as well as a whole box of prerolls to celebrate. He did stop smoking it pretty soon after, though, because he realized the risks of damage to his throat if he continued so he now settles with the edibles. 

He’s very goofy when he’s high, too, always throwing sly jokes left and right as if his life depended on it. He just likes making others laugh since the silence feels too loud. I’d also dare say he becomes very sleepy easily as well, so he’d probably be the first to knock out in the middle of a smoking session. 

🍃 아이엔 — I.N.

Jeongin definitely had mixed feelings about his members smoking when he found out. He was raised with the very emphasized idea that smoking and doing drugs will definitely lead to your own demise so he was definitely very concerned for his members. However, everyone was very surprised when he actually asked to smoke for his birthday to celebrate his becoming an official adult — he just wanted to at least try it out before he condemned something. 

Him getting into the sticky world of potheads was probably even more surprising. Jeongin is mostly a social smoker, but sometimes he enjoys rolling very uneven joints for himself to smoke when he’s particularly overwhelmed. Overall, he’s very much quiet when high, always observing everyone else with an occasional laugh every now and then. It almost feels like he’s watching a scene from a movie, he’d say. 

posted: 06 • 30 • 2024

💬 a note from green;

This was honestly so much fun to do while stoned myself, I genuinely want to smoke with all the members of SKZ so badly. I’m also so psyched to find fellow stoner stays on here, let’s all smoke together please and thank you. Thank you so much for the request! Sending you all the love!

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PAIRING: stoner!changbin x fem!reader WARNINGS: drug use (weed) SUMMARY: Going on a date with your favorite drug dealer - Sequel to spark you up WORD COUNT: 2.8K A/N: If you'd like a playlist of all the songs I listened to while writing this, you can find that here -> mixtape

It had been 3 hours since you'd seen him last.

After his friend alerted him of work needing to be done, Changbin apologized before excusing himself. He looked irritated but promised to make it up to you after he finished up with these customers. He muttered something about "mother fuckers always late except the one time you need them to be" as he jogged down the stairs, making you giggle.

You waited in his room for a few minutes before leaving the money you owed him on his bed, and sending him a text that you were going to head home. You weren't sure how long he was going to be, and it was already getting late. Even while working with customers, he still organized for his friend to drive you home.

When you texted him a thank you for the ride, he replied before you could put away your phone.

"I know my baby lungs doesn’t like to take the train at night." was what the text said. ‘My baby lungs’, huh?

The only thing you could think about the entire ride home was him. You'd always found him attractive and toyed with the idea of spending time with him for reasons other than copping, but never seriously considered it. He was someone who sold something you wanted to buy. That was it and that was all it should be. Trying to make it more than what it was would complicate your relationship unnecessarily. If things didn't work out, you'd have to find another weed guy and you'd never met a dealer as professional as he was. Plus, he was also just a genuinely good guy. Always generous, always gracious, and ever the gentleman. You two weren't even friends technically, but he still always treated you with a level of care that warmed your heart. You didn’t want to lose him, even if the relationship you two had was difficult to describe.

You were 99% sure you said goodbye to Jisung when he dropped you off, but you were too concerned with your new dilemma regarding his friend. There was a chance you could lose the best drug dealer you’d ever had but on the other hand, you might actually be able to go out on a date with someone nice. 

A buzzing sound came from your purse that you’d tossed onto the floor of your living room. You were too focused on putting on your pjs after your shower to notice the first few vibrations, but fished your phone out of the bag on the fourth.

╰┈➤ INCOMING CALL FROM:  binnie 💨

You felt your heart jump into your throat. You weren't ready for this. You weren't sure how you wanted to move forward with him yet. You didn't want to rush into anything, but you didn't want to miss his call either. You took a deep breath and swiped the answer button. 

He didn't answer immediately. You heard what sounded like clothes brushing up against the phone, some muttered curses between mumbling lips and clenched teeth, before the voice of a slightly out of breath Changbin came through your phone speakers.

"Oh hey." he said in a comically nonchalant tone. You laughed out loud. "Hey, you okay over there?"

"Oh, I'm fantastic." he answered quickly.

What you hadn't seen was the wrestling match that had just occurred for the phone Changbin was currently talking to you on. Jisung refused to listen to his friend complain about being interrupted any longer. He had dialed you up on Changbin's phone and locked himself in the bathroom right up until the moment you picked up. Once you did, he unlocked the door assuming Changbin would have mercy on him since you were on the phone, but he assumed wrong.

You heard a door close on his end of the line. It seemed like he just entered his room and laid on his bed by the sound of bed springs squeaking.

"So, what's u- Oh shit did I forget to pay you?" you questioned.

"No, no, you're good," He snickered. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Wondering why Changbin is calling me so late." you responded, fairly impressed with how quickly you recovered from a question you did not want to answer truthfully.

"Just thinking about how we got interrupted."

You didn't expect him to address it. Part of you was worried that you'd carry on like nothing happened. As much as you wanted to think carefully about how you continued your relationship with Changbin, the idea of pretending it never happened was not one you were fond of.

"We did, didn't we? Can't have that."

"No we cannot." you could hear him smiling over the phone. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing at all." You responded as casually as you could.

"I'm picking you up."

"Oooh okay. What are we doing?" You questioned, already picking out your outfit in your head.

"Besides smoking? We could watch a movie, eat some food. I'm pretty sure I got a bottle at the house if you wanna drink somethin'...Cool with you?"

Now you were the one smiling. "Hell yea. Just let me know what time."

"Will do. I'll call ya tomorrow." He responded before hanging up the phone.

You sighed, letting your phone fall to the floor as you tried to calm your racing heart. You wanted to think this through. You really did but couldn’t help jumping at another opportunity to see him. 

Shrugging, you sat up to turn off the light of your bedside lamp. This could fuck up your weed supply, but the seemingly permanent smile on your face was proof he was worth the risk. 

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You tried your best to not think about your plans with Changbin for the entire day but it was very difficult. You nearly jumped across the room every time your phone buzzed with a notification. Many of your coworkers had clocked that you were excited for something, and a few observant ones had surmised that it was a someone that had you so jumpy. Luckily the day concluded before you had to give anyone too many details.

You rushed home, showered and got dressed in record time. You had an hour before Changbin was going to pick you up but you had finished getting dressed, doing your make up, and your hair way faster than you anticipated; your obvious excitement guiding you. Your phone finally rang with a call coming from your desired contact as you filled your bag with the essentials, including an overnight bag. A little presumptuous? Yes, but better have it and not need it, then need it and not have it, right?

“I’m out front.” Changbin spoke. 

You leaned down a bit to see his familiar black truck outside your apartment. The sight making you giddy all over again.

“Coming now.” you answered quickly, throwing your bag over your shoulder and heading down stairs.

He was on his phone, leaning against the passenger side of his vehicle. Dressed casually in a black T-shirt and jeans but you’d be lying if you said you’d seen anyone look as good in a T-shirt as he did. As much as he liked to tease you for staring, he always seemed to wear tight shirts whenever you were around. He looked up as he heard your approach, sliding his phone into his back pocket.

“So all I had to do was ask you out on a date and suddenly you’re on time?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Nice to see you too.” you answered, finally reaching him as he opened the door for you.

“All I had to do was let you take me on a date and suddenly you’re opening doors for me?” you mocked once you were both seated.

Changbin gasps exaggeratedly in mock betrayal. “I always open the door for you!” he insists. “What kind of man do you think I am?”

You tap your finger on your chin pretending to have trouble recalling him ever doing so in the past. “Hmmm I don’t know… I feel like this is the first time..”

He did open doors for you. Very often actually. But it's more fun to tease him, so you do. At this point you wonder if he’s aware that you’re teasing, but it doesn't matter. By the playful grin he’s wearing, he seems to enjoy it just as much as you do. 

He pulls up to his apartment quickly as you agree to disagree. You were both so engrossed in your bickering, you’d gotten there sooner than either of you expected. You laughed loudly as he put the car in park and rushed over to your side to open the door for you, offering up a very sarcastic “Right this way.” You curtsied before stepping out of his car and taking his outstretched hand which he held until you got to his front door where he reluctantly let go to look for his keys.

Once inside, you commented on the unusual darkness. All the lights were off, but you could see a faint blue-ish glow coming from the living room. You followed the dim light to see he’d set up a projector hooked up to his laptop displaying some random streaming site with the search results for “Ghibli '' displayed onto a large white sheet he’d hung up on his wall. He also had some popcorn and candy set out in bowls, his rolling tray with a small pile of weed next to four already rolled blunts, and some blankets to make his make-shift movie theater more comfy. 

Your silence spurred him to speak, suddenly feeling very vulnerable as you took in all he’d prepared for the two of you.

"I remember you mentioning that you liked those movies and I've never seen them so..." he shifted nervously from one foot to the other, avoiding eye contact and inadvertently letting you get a good view of the redness creeping up his neck. You decided not to tease him this time, leaning forward and grabbing his arm in a burst of excitement.

“Really? You’ve never seen any of them?”

He grins from ear to ear. 

"No- well I saw spirited away when I was really little. Don't remember much apart from the ghost face guy. He was scary as fuck, is he the bad guy? I bet he's the bad guy."

You giggled as he tried his best to summarize the plot from his decade old memory, getting most details wrong. 

“No spoilers… but I will tell you that's not his name. Ghost face is the killer in Scream.” You resist the urge to kiss him when his lips pout while he answers you with an “Oooooh”. You’ll give in to that urge next time you feel it, you think to yourself. 

You both settle on Spirited Away. The familiar theme plays as you both snuggle up to each other under the blanket. It felt foreign at first. You’d always been comfortable around each other but this was different. This was a date. If he’d invited you on any other day you would’ve stayed on your respective couch cushion, but as soon as you sat down he frowned at you, furrowing his brow insisting it was too cold for to be so far away. You smirked, immediately seeing through his ploy, but sat directly next to him. 10 minutes into the movie and his arm was around you. 20 minutes in and your head was on his chest, delighting in the way his heart sped up a bit when you reached to wipe some popcorn off his shirt. You caught him stealing glances at you every so often. It was usually after something climactic happened on screen, he would turn his head slightly (hoping not to distract you) to catch your reaction. He tried his best to bite back his grin but he couldn’t. You were very entertaining to watch. He would never have guessed that you’d seen this before with the way you reacted to the things unfolding. Laughing wholeheartedly, smiling wide, lifting your head up from his chest to get a better look at the screen at times. 

“You like this movie, huh?” he asked, though it didn’t sound like a question.

“Hm?” you asked, only half hearing him.

He shook his head. “Nothing.” He laid his hand on your head to guide you back onto his chest. 

You were 10 minutes from the end credits when he got a phone call which he ignored. Then another which he also ignored. By the fourth call, he swore under his breath, apologized for interrupting, and took the call in the hallway. 

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop but you are pretty sure Changbin doesn’t know what whispering is. You could only hear half of the conversation but it painted the picture clearly enough.

“What, I’m busy.”

“I’m at home, why?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oooooh fuck… I completely forgot.”

“I know, I know… I’m.. I’m just busy right now. Can’t you jus- … alright alright. I’ll call you back.”

You waited patiently as your date trudges back into the room looking like a kicked puppy. You chuckled.

“I’m an asshole.” he says, making you laugh. 

“And why are you an asshole?” 

He hung his head impossibly lower. “It's Jisung’s friend’s birthday and he’s having a party tonight. Ji and I are supposed to be the designated dealers there and I completely forgot.”

He trudged his way over to you collapsing onto the couch in a way that let his head gently drop in your lap. 

“I’m sorry, we’re always getting interrupted.” he said into the fabric of your shirt, wrapping arms loosely around your middle. You chuckled brushing strands of hair from his face when he pulled away to give you his attention. 

“It's my fault for liking someone so popular.” You said a little less confidently than you meant to. Even though you were on a date, neither of you made any kind of confession up to this point so your previous statement left you feeling a little exposed.

He peaked up at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “OooOooooOo you like meEeEe.” he teased in a sing-song kind of way, making you roll your eyes while trying to keep a straight face.

“Not anymore.” you joked pretending to push him off you while he pulled you closer.

“IT MuSt SuCk tO LiKe mE sO mUcH.” he said, echoing your words from the night before.

“I don’t like you anymore, so I wouldn’t know.” you had given up on pushing him and had moved to crossing your arms over your chest and looking away from him as much as you could with him still in your lap.

He giggled, pushing himself off the couch to a kneeling position on the floor beside you. “Aw c’mon I’m sorry” he cooed, trying to coax you to look at him. You turned away from him. “Nope, you were mean to me.” It wasn’t until he started tickling you that you gave in. Minutes later, your tickle fight having concluded, both of you had the same thought while looking at each other. Cheeks red, slightly out of breath from laughing just looking at each other with hearts in your eyes. The thought you shared: I like you so much.

“You should come with me,” he said, breaking the silence. He had tried to pin you down just a moment ago and was still hovering over you. He made no attempt to move away from you as he spoke. 

“To the party?” you asked. He nodded. “Is that okay?”

“Yea, why not?” he said, standing up with a shrug. “It's not like it's a black tie event. Just a house party, nothing special.” He answered as he began packing up the snacks, and shutting down the projector along with his laptop.

“But I don’t know anyone… you think the birthday boy will mind?” 

“I guarantee he won’t know half of the people there. ”  He answered, quickly tidying up the room before running upstairs to grab his weed bag. He came back down, keys in hand and bag on his shoulder. 

“I’d like you to come with me, but I could take you home if you want. No pressure either way. We can always do this again. Tomorrow, if you’re free.” He said, extending his hand out to you. 

You hadn’t realized you had been smiling until you smiled wider. He was so open about his desire to spend time with you it gave you butterflies. 

“I’ll come with you.” You answered, standing up. “As long as you don't mind me being glued to your side the whole time since I don't know anyone." 

 "Well between you and me..." He says, leaning in close like he's about to share a secret "I kind of have a crush on you so I don't think that'll be an issue." You beam, leaning in to give him a light peck on the cheek. “Well then let's go!” you spoke, quickly before turning toward the door. You hoped you were quick enough to hide how red you probably were, but knowing him, he’d be able to tell anyway. He read you like a book and you really really hoped he wouldn’t get tired of reading.

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A/N: I'm SO SO SORRY that this took almost almost a full year before I finished it but chapter two is done! I'm thinking that this will be a solid 3-4 chapters depending on where I decide to leave things between these lovebirds, but I will do my best to not take a whole fucking year for chapter three lol THANK YOU to any and everyone who still cares about this a year later. Even if you're reading my work for the first time, thank you ♡

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Imagine Changbin and you had a hard week and so you both decided to take it easy for the weekend deciding to get high and and eat as much as you guys wanted. As you kept smoking you both started getting touchy with each other. Meaning that you pulling him through his sweat pants, him touching and squeezing your tits making you moan. All while you both are still sharing a joint, blowing the smoke into each others faces.

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spark you up

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PAIRING: stoner!changbin x fem!reader

GENRE: mature themes - drug use - suggestive

WARNINGS: drug use (weed)

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

SUMMARY: You go to your favorite plug's house to get some weed but the night takes an unexpected (but very pleasant) turn...

chapter two

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You fast-walked down the usual alley that you took as a shortcut whenever you were running late. You hadn’t taken this route in a while. You only had one reason to come to part of the city and it was to cop off your usual (and favorite) plug which you hadn’t been able to do recently. You were in an uncharacteristically good mood which you blamed on being excited to try the new strain you’d heard about. It had nothing to do with the more than average looking drug dealer you’d go across the city to see. Definitely nothing to do with that.

binnie 💨 : you're always late wyaaaaa

binnie 💨 : hurry up or I'm giving your bag to someone else

binnie 💨 : going..... going...

You breathed out a laugh through your nose, quickly putting in your pass code and opening up your messages app, typing a quick response.

★ you ★ : relax I'm walking up nooooow

Shoving your hand back in your coat pocket, you crossed the street immediately making eye contact with the man you came to see. He was sitting on the bench on his front porch where he usually sat when he was waiting for customers. He had a tray on his lap, covered in bud of various shades of green, rolling what looked to be a fifth joint. Five joints not including the one tucked behind his ear, but knowing him, he probably forgot about that one. Changbin finished up and put the joint between his lips before shooting a wide smile in your direction.

He moved the tray from his lap as walked down his front steps to unlock the gate. As he did so he welcomed you with open arms. You happily accepted the hug, wrapping your arms around his middle. Inhaling the scent of smoke and light body wash you took notice of how he felt in your arms. Warm and strong, as he pulled you tight against his chest which seemed to get more firm everytime you visited.

"Welcome back, traitor." he said softly into your hair.

You laughed out loud, swatting at his arm as you rolled your eyes at his accusation.

"You went on vacation!" you retorted. "I had to get my weed from somewhere."

"Yeah yeah," he answered, pulling away from your embrace in mock hurt. Putting the joint from his mouth in his pocket he signaled for you to let yourself in.

“Whatever you say, cheater!” he shouted after you.

You chuckled as you made your way into his home. It always surprised you how mostly absent the smell of weed was on his first floor. For someone who made a living dealing with such a substance you’d expect the scent to linger in every corner of every room but his living room was tidy and smelled mostly of air freshener.

"You waitin’ for Bin?” said a voice from your left. You almost didn’t see him in the dark living room but the light from the TV illuminated him enough for you to see him for a few moments at a time. Sitting slumped on a bean bag in the corner was a vaguely familiar 20-something male with one arm tucked under his head and the other shoved in the pocket of his hoodie. He removed his hand from his pocket revealing a dab pen that he took a pull from, blowing the smoke-like vapor through his nose. You were pretty sure you’d smoked with him before, but couldn’t place when.

Before you could respond to the almost-stranger, Changbin did.

"Ji, Don’t creep on my customers.” Changbin’s voice came from behind you as he closed and locked his front door. He stepped between you and the male in an almost possessive motion even though his friend was more than 10 feet away from you.

“So touchy.” His friend mocked with a wide grin. “I was just asking a question.” the vaguely familiar stranger responded, sitting up so he could hold up his hands in defense. Changbin rolled his eyes.

“Sure you were.” he responded before turning his attention back to you. You didn’t get too good of a look at him outside but now, standing a few feet from you, you were able to take in his full appearance. He was casual in his gray sweats, a beanie, and a plain white tee but the way the shirt fit on his chest and arms was very…distracting.

“You good?”

You hadn’t realized how long you’d been looking at his chest but it was long enough for him to take notice. He bit back a smirk waiting for your response, thoroughly enjoying your inner turmoil at being caught.

“Yeah. Sorry, I’m a little tired. Work ya’ know..” you lied.

“Uh huh.” He nodded, clearly not buying it but also not pushing further as he slid past you up the stairs gesturing for you to follow him. The smell of weed got stronger with each step towards the second floor. A stark contrast to the first, but a welcome aroma to you. A silent promise of what's to come.

“You know; you can come up here by yourself, if you want. You don’t have to wait for me.” he said, pushing the door to his room open. It looked just as you remembered it last, save for the half unpacked suitcase in the middle of the floor. It always seemed to be in various states of disarray but he always knew where everything was somehow. Laptop? Under his dresser by the wall. Favorite hoodie? In the target bag hanging on the door knob. Lighter? A couple on his desk, three in a couple hoodie pockets, and several spread across multiple bookbags. It was the definition of organized chaos. Picking up the joint he left lit on the ashtray on his bedside table, he hit it before passing it to you and motioning for you to have a seat on his bed.

You placed your bag down, rummaging through it to look for your wallet. “Nah it's okay, I don’t mind waiting.”

It was his turn to chuckle. “You know I trust you, you don't have to do that.”

He did have a point. You’d seen where he kept his weed more times than you could count. He’d even alluded to keeping most of his money somewhere in his closet once. If you wanted to steal from him, you easily could. There was no reason for him to bring someone this deep into his personal space unless he trusted them.

You put the rolled joint between your lips taking a long pull before holding it and coughing it back out almost immediately.

“You alright there, baby lungs?” He teased as he set a large duffle bag onto the bed.

You ignored the way your heart fluttered in your chest at the nickname as you coughed out a “fuck you” in response making him chuckle.

Unzipping the duffel bag, he opened it up to reveal multiple vacuum sealed bags containing various strains of your favorite plant. Each one labeled and color coded so it was easy to tell the sativas from the indicas at first glance. Cleaning his room was too much for him, but he definitely was organized when it came to his money.

“You wanted a quad, right?” He asked without looking up.

“Yes, please and thank you.” You answered, scooting back a bit so you could lay back on his pillows. The light coming through the window made the sheets warm to the touch like they were inviting you into their warm embrace. An invitation you may have accepted under different circumstances.

He thumbed through the labeled bags until one caught his eye. “Ah! There you are.” he exclaimed before tossing a smaller bag toward you onto the bed. “Sour Diesel, as requested.”

All the bags in his duffle had the names of the strains written on them, but the bag he handed you was marked with your name. It was also color coded differently from the rest.

“Wow, 5 stars for the customer service.” You chuckled running your thumb over your sharpied name on the bag. “You personalize all the bags?” you questioned, taking another drag from the almost-finished joint and passing it to him. You couldn’t remember him doing this before, but then again you were high when you saw him and he was often low on bags so he sometimes just used whatever was laying around to get you what you needed.

He shrugged taking the joint. “Nah not really. Just felt like doing that to yours. If you throw in an extra five I’ll even put stickers on it.” Pulling his computer chair forward to sit on, he took a long drag from the joint and put it out in the ashtray beside him.

You snickered at his joke but couldn’t help latching onto his nonchalance. It didn’t feel genuine.

“Uh huh,” you began, using his previous words against him. “Or you just missed me.” You teased in a sing-song tone, crossing your arms over your chest in triumph. “Must suck to like me so much.”

He didn’t acknowledge your light taunt, except for the small smile that tugged at his lips. I’ll take that as a win you thought.

“You wanted to smoke right?” he asked, changing the subject while letting smoke come out from his mouth with every word. Before you answered he pulled the five of the six joints you counted before out from his pocket.

“All that's for us?” you questioned incredulously. You were definitely a smoker but you figured when you agreed to match you’d be matching him one for one. All the weed you had was what he just served you which you figured was only about 8 joints worth. Plus you knew that 6 joints would have you high out of your mind. Especially with the strains he usually got in.

“Yeah, why?” He skillfully put a new joint between his lips, lit it and took a drag, exhaling smoke with his next sentence. “You got work or something?”

You chuckled at his reasoning. To him, the only problem with smoking 6 joints would be if you had work in the next couple hours. Not that 6 joints was a lot to smoke in one sitting.

“No, but the only weed I got is the we-” you began to explain before he waved away your apprehension.

“Don’t touch your shit, that’s for you.” he responded, passing you the joint. “I got you tonight.”

You chose to look at the joint he was passing you instead of him. If he had looked you in the eyes while telling you that, your face may have betrayed you again. Your cheeks definitely would. You could already feel them warming up, so you chose to take another long drag of the bud as a distraction.

You smoked for what felt like hours. Talking about this and that was easy with Changbin sober, but even more entertaining when he was high. His usual animated demeanor being replaced with a far more laid back one. Still animated, but animated in slow motion almost. You enjoyed teasing him in this state. Pretending that you didn’t see that time he caught his phone RIGHT before it had fallen into a sewer grate, or insisting you didn’t remember when he beat you in mario kart 6 games in a row, just to see him slowly sit up to defend himself and slump back into his chair complaining of being too high for this, promising to get you proof when he was more clear headed.

You talked about his vacation too. It was less of a vacation and more of a work trip. He had flown out to re-up from his connect. His guy had some new shit he wanted Changbin to start selling so he’d flown out to meet him and stock up. How he got it on the plane and back in the city was beyond you but he managed it.

“Lucky you, getting to take a work trip to California.” You said now fully laying in his bed, left arm tucked behind your head.

Changbin followed your lead, now lying beside you in a similar arrangement to yours. Both of you facing the ceiling as you passed the last joint around. He was very upset about losing one until you reminded him of the one behind his ear. The smile he gave you would have weakened your knees if you’d been standing.

“Well I mean I did have to work. Not much, but I did.” he insisted, watching the smoke spiral from his own lips upward into the air. “Still sounds fun. I’m jealous.” you commented.

He propped himself up on his elbow, turning toward you.

“I mean..” he hesitated, which was very unlike him. He was always very blunt and unabashedly himself. Saying exactly what was on his mind with no reservations in the pursuit of honesty.

“You …could come with me next time?” He looked away from you, turning his attention to the patterns on his sheets, opting to trace his finger over the design than meet your gaze on him.

“Really?” You asked, sitting up a little in excitement. “I mean you don’t have to, I wasn’t saying that so you c-”

He cut you off again. “I know you weren’t.” he reassured, his smile returning. “I-... Well I’d like it if you came with me. I like having you around.”

This time he met your gaze easily, like that was the most obvious thing in the world. Almost like he knew what his confessions were doing to you.

“Reeeeeeally?” you asked, clearly giddy.

“Uh huh.” he answered, the joint in his hand almost forgotten completely.

“You better stop now before I start feeling special,” you chuckled looking away again. It was your turn to bring your attention to the sheets on his bed rather than him.

“What if I told you that you are?” He almost whispered. His soft tone brings your attention back to him.

You didn’t notice yourself leaning forward. You didn’t notice him doing the same. his lips were inches from yours before three loud bangs against his bedroom door startled you both almost to death.

“Bin! You got customers!”

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part 2 maybe?

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3racha as your plug

BANG CHAN

He doesn't sell, well not really anyway. The only reason he got into selling weed in the first place was due to a friend's older brother heading off to college. He needed someone to sell the rest of his bud and since he knew his little brother had friends who smoked, it was decided that chan was the most responsible and thus the best choice. He was extremely reluctant but ended being quite a good salesman. Now as an adult he only sells to friends and family (if they promise not to tell his mom). Only recently were you added to that very exclusive list.

You both frequented the same laundry mat and the similar aroma stuck on both of your bags of dirty clothes, led you both to discover you may have a similar past time. You usually liked to keep to yourself but since you both seemed to be the only people in the city who liked to to wash clothes at 6 AM, it was almost impossible to ignore each other. Quick little nods of recognition, turned into sharing donut holes from the Dunkin Donuts next door. Before you knew it you were matching in his car as you both waited for your clothes to dry. Now you cop off him every couple of weeks but nothing beats being alone with him, passing blunts back and forth, watching the sun come up.

CHANGBIN

Where bang chan is a casual plug, changbin is not. He's got it all: flower, carts, hash, edibles. Whatever you could want, he's got and for pretty reasonable prices. He is organized, punctual, and on point. He's got a private IG where he posts his current menus, takes trips to California to re-up every few months, and has a couple friends working for him who he lives with. They do the drops he doesn't want to do. Someone on the Northside of the city wants delivery for an eighth? Not happening. But maybe Jisung would be down?

You meet him through a friend of a friend at a halloween party. You walked into the designated smoking room to see a few people you recognized and a very well built man breaking bud down on a tray in his lap. He was dressed as Mr. Clean. You remembered not being able to tell he was in costume until he picked up a poorly made bald cap he had clearly put on and then ripped off because he "was hot as fuck". You remembered bursting into laughter when he attempted to put the torn up bald-cap back on his head. Now your relationship mainly consists of smoking in his room. You obviously buy weed from him but you seem to spend more time talking about life and enjoying each other's company more than you would expect. You find yourself looking forward to seeing him whenever you get low on weed. He may or may not feel the same way

(I expanded on this in a previous post if you're interested)

JISUNG

He drives like a fucking maniac (no pun intended). Don't get me wrong is a very good driver, but he pushes his skills to the limit very often. He usually spends way too much time talking to his custies just shooting the shit and talking about life before he gets a text from changbin and realizes he was supposed to be at his next drop like 44 minutes ago. Then off he goes onto the highway weaving through traffic, only slowing down when he sees a potential undercover officer. Changbin has told him he needs to be more punctual and he does try but jisung is just very personable. He likes catching up with customers and seeing people while dropping off goodies and getting paid at the same time. Plus he gets sparked up every so often so its a win win! This is how he meets you.

He was delivering some bud to one of your friends and you just happen to be over at their house that day. He pulls up almost an hour late, music bumping just loud enough to hear but not so loud it would wake the neighbors. Rolling the window down, smoke billowed from the inside almost obstructing your view of the man inside completely. "Fuck- my bad let me just-" he said before pushing the door open letting the majority of the smoke out. When he did he was not what you expected. You expected some big scary looking mafia guy or something but he was a lean, youthful looking, handsome man with a very pretty smile. Your friend offered for him to stay for a while and smoke but he mumbled about being late to some other drops. You remember thinking that his hair looked soft just as his eyes met yours. He pauses for a moment. You see him check his phone. An incoming call from "BIN" causing it to vibrate in his hand. He presses the lock button before shoving it in his pocket. "Actually I think I have some time."

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grabbing my cart so I can be high enough to fill up the stoner!skz tag with all my self serving 3racha hard thoughts 😈