heNLO this is requested by anon. Hope you don’t cringe haha. Sorry if we took so long to make it :)))
Changbin x Reader (unedited)
“You know what, I really don’t care about Chemistry, I just wanna be rich—“ your friend cut you off from whining any further.
“He’s there! He’s there he’s there he’s there.” She hid behind your back and practically climbed on it. Her arms around your neck and her face squashed against your shoulder blades but her eyes are above your shoulder level so she could still see his gorgeous face.
She couldn’t see your face, but she know for a fact that you were rolling your eyes. This happens almost everyday. He passes by then there she goes freaking the fuck out. Basically malfunctioning.
This phenomenon caused by Changbin.
You held her wrist from suffocating you. You honestly had enough of it. It was funny at first but now it’s exhausting to deal with.
Once Changbin entered his classroom, she lets go of you and giggles. “That was close.” She says.
“Why wouldn’t you want him to see you?” You asked.
“I told you, it’s been three weeks since I threaded my brows.” She replies and takes out her phone then opens the camera application. She checks her brows out and sighs. “You know that feeling when you bla bla bla bla bla bla.” That’s basically what you heard throughout your walk to your classroom. You weren’t listening but you know it’s about herself and what it’s like to be her. HER. HER. HER.
“Can’t relate.” You reply bluntly before taking a seat to your assigned table.
After classes, before you could stand up from your seat, your friend placed both of her hands on your table and smiles. You just looked at her and raised your brow.
“I’m finally making a move!” She announces.
“Really?” You asked. You were genuinely happy for her. After all of the weeks of her obssesing over him, she finally grew some balls. You were proud. You couldn’t help but beam at her.
“Yeah but here’s the thing…Can you be the one who’ll give it to him?” Your smile faltered and you froze on your spot a bit before glaring at her. She held folded piece of paper in front of you.
“Please? Please? Please?” She pleaded, her hands together as she begged.
“What if he’ll think it’s me?” You asked. You were hesitant.
“He won’t until he reads the note.” She reassures you.
Being the good good friend you are, you took the note from her with force and stood up. She squeeled and hugged you then immediately skipped out of the classroom.
It wasn’t hard to find Changbin. He stood outside his classroom using his phone. His neck craning down as he scrolled through his social media feed. He was leaning against a wall. He really didn’t look approachable. He was intimidating to you. But this isn’t about you. This was about your friend.
It was never about you in the first place.
You wanted to make this fast and simple. So you walked to him and tapped his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder to see you looking nervous. In fact, you were just scared to be in his presence. Scared that you might have disturbed him from whatever he was doing.
“Hm?” He fully turned around and looked at you.
You look at his towering figure before giving the note.
“What’s this?” He asked you, pointing at the piece of paper you held. You saw in your peripheral that his friends were walking over to him. They stopped and pointed at you two. Oh crap.
“Take it, quick.” You tell him.
“What’s this fo—“ you cut him off.
“Please, just take it.” He gently took it from you. Once the paper was out of your hand, you turned around and walked away.
“It was nice meeting you.” You heard him say as you sped away.
You sent your friend a text message saying you’ve done it. She sent you a heart emoji in return. You huffed and walked to the subway to return home safely.
From then on, your friend kept asking you to give him notes she had written. But you just kept agreeing, knowing that Changbin will fall for your friend soon. Thankfully, this didn’t happen everyday as your friend was also busy to make notes everyday.
“I’m not a pigeon.” You once said.
Changbin awaits for you after classes, knowing you’re doing favors for a friend. His heart flutters everytimes he recieves them.
“Say thank you to your friend for me.” He once said.
One time, she asked you to buy flowers for him. That day, you spent your money on milk tea. You had no choice but to make your own flowers. It was a sleepless night but you’d be happy if your friend and him ended up together. Once you were done, you sprayed them with your perfume.
You gave him your crafted paper flowers, lying that your friend had made them.
But Changbin knew better. He sniffed the flowers and knew for a fact that it was you who made them. Because this was the scent he smells everytime you gave him the notes your friend asked you to give.
This may seem wrong and yes he does feel bad for your friend, he neglected the admirer and fell for you instead.
His heart didn’t flutter because of the notes, it flutters because he gets to see you.
The next time you two met, he held a piece of paper.
‘Finally, a reply!’ You said to yourself.
“She’d be happy to recieve this.” You got the note. Before you could walk away, he said something that strum a chord in your heart.
“Oh, and this is for you.” He held out a paper bag in front of you. You hesitated before receiving it. You looked into his eyes behind his glasses. “I knew you were the one who made those flowers. In fact, you were the one who made the most effort.”
“But I didn’t write the notes.” You stuttered a bit.
“I know you didn’t.” He said. “All your efforts walking up to me and making me gifts can overthrow those one sentence notes your friend has made for me.” You looked at him. You never knew how much you admired his looks until now or the way his voice sounds when he speaks. You weren’t supposed to be like this.
You didn’t know what to reply. Your heart was beating so fast, you didn’t know how to react. This was your first time feeling all these kinds of emotions. You wanted to burst but at the same time you wanted to crawl into a ball. Now you understand when people say they feel butterflies in their stomach or when they say they feel sparks.
And then you realize that maybe the reason why you continued to give him the notes and stayed up all night making gifts is because you liked seeing him smile. Yes, you may be a bad friend. Your friend was as well. But all these years of your friend being under the spotlight and you being nowhere near it must end.
But what does your heart want? That question was immediately answered when Changbin asked:
“Would you go out with me?”
That’s up to you to decide.
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