#binchan fic

“I’m really sorry to bother you,” you add quickly. “I just-could I take a quick photo with you? I’m going to your concert tomorrow and…yeah.”

“Of course!” Changbin says without hesitation, stepping closer. “That’s awesome, you’re coming!”

Chan nods. “Let’s do it.”

You snap a selfie, and they’re both smiling, close enough to feel real, close enough to smell the faint scent of cologne and summer air. You say a quick thank you, and they both say something kind - Chan’s “Enjoy the concert, okay?” and Changbin’s “You’ve got great taste,” making your face heat.

And then you’re gone, pulse pounding, barely believing it happened.

When you disappear down the street, Chan exhales a laugh and nudges Changbin with his elbow. “She was cute, huh?”

Changbin watches your retreating figure, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah… really cute.”

There’s a beat of silence between them before Chan says it- quiet, half-serious. “Think she’s our missing piece?”

Changbin raises an eyebrow. “You mean…?”

Chan just shrugs, grinning. “Maybe.”

“You’re ridiculous babe, we'll never see her again,” Changbin laughs.

-

The next night, the stadium pulses with energy. The crowd is electric, every scream and chant wrapping the members of Stray Kids in a living, breathing wave of love. You’re in the first row, your eyes wide and heart full, when it happens.

During a break between songs, Chan glances out into the crowd. His gaze scans, skimming faces and signs, until it lands on you.

His smile flickers, then brightens. He leans in close to whisper something to Changbin, who follows his line of sight. When he spots you, his eyes widen slightly.

“No way,” he murmurs.

Chan grins. “Told you.”

They don’t have time to say more before the lights dim and the next song starts, but a spark has already been lit.

Later in the show, when they’re working the front of the stage, Chan passes by your section. You’re dancing, cheering, unaware that he’s approaching until you feel something brush your wrist: A small, folded piece of paper pressed gently into your hand.

You freeze, stunned. The paper feels like it burns against your skin. You don’t even dare to open it until the song ends. When you finally do, your heart nearly explodes.

It’s a phone number. And a note in neat handwriting that reads:

If you ever want to talk, text me - Chan

-

You text him that night, after showering off the sweat and adrenaline. Just a short message:

Hi… It’s me. The picture girl from Arlington. Thank you. 😊

He replies instantly.

I was hoping you’d text.

And from there, the conversations unfold like summer rain, warm and unrelenting. You text every day, sometimes for hours. The texts soon turn into videocalls. You learn he’s as thoughtful as he is goofy, that he gets excited about small things and takes care of others even when he’s running on empty. You hear Changbin in the background sometimes, yelling about video games or singing off-key on purpose, and eventually, he joins in the chats too.

One night, Chan asks if you’d be up for meeting again, just for coffee, something casual. You agree.

When you arrive, both Chan and Changbin are already there, waiting at a quiet corner table. You’re nervous, but their smiles, bright and familiar, melt the tension from your shoulders.

"Hey," Changbin says, his voice softer in person. "We were worried you wouldn’t come."

"As if I’d miss this," you laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

The three of you spend hours talking. You hadn’t expected it to feel so easy, so natural. But there’s a rhythm to the three of you. Jokes bounce effortlessly, silence never lingers too long, and the conversations shift from music to movies to late-night fears without hesitation.

-

Months pass.

You meet up again, first separately, then together. One evening at their shared apartment, you find yourself curled up between them on the couch, half-watching a movie while your legs tangle with theirs. You’re not sure how it started-how the touches grew softer, more intimate. But now you’re here, and your heart is screaming.

It’s Changbin who says it first. “I like you,” he says simply, looking right at you. “I think we both do.”

You turn to Chan, who gives you that shy, slightly crooked smile you’ve come to recognize as vulnerable Chan. “We’ve been talking,” he murmurs. “About you. About us. We don’t want to put pressure on you, but… we both feel something.”

You swallow hard. “You mean… like…together?”

Chan nods. “If that’s something you’d be open to. It doesn’t have to be complicated.”

“I mean, it might be,” Changbin laughs. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it.”

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you reach out, one hand to each of theirs, and squeeze.

“Let me think this through,” you whisper.

-

The first kiss doesn’t happen the way you thought it would.

You imagined something dramatic, maybe a night skyline, a breathless confession, fireworks behind your ribs. But instead, it’s quiet. Familiar. The kind of moment that sneaks up on you while your guard is down and your heart is wide open.

You’re at their place again, sprawled across the couch with Changbin beside you and Chan on the floor, leaning back against the cushions with his arms stretched behind his head. The movie ended long ago, but no one moved. There’s a half-empty bowl of popcorn between you and Changbin, and your toes are brushing Chan’s thigh where they dangle off the edge of the couch.

It’s been like this for a while now, comfortable, unspoken tension simmering under soft smiles and lingering touches. None of you have pushed for more. You’ve been floating in that golden middle-space where everything is possible, but nothing’s been said out loud.

Until now.

“So,” Chan says softly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Can I ask you something?”

Your stomach flips. “Yeah?”

His gaze doesn’t waver. “Have you thought about it? Us? What we talked about?”

You nod slowly. “Every day.”

“Good,” Changbin murmurs. He shifts slightly, leaning closer, his arm brushing against yours. “Because we’ve been thinking about it too.”

Your heart kicks. You’re not sure who moves first, maybe it’s you, maybe it’s them, but somehow the space between you shrinks.

Chan rises from the floor and sits beside your legs, caging one between his knees as he looks at you. Changbin is already close enough for you to feel his breath when he speaks again.

“Can we kiss you?” he asks. “Only if you want that too.”

You don’t even hesitate. “I do,” you whisper.

Chan’s smile is slow, soft like sunlight cresting over morning rooftops. “Okay.”

Changbin is the one who leans in first. His fingers trail along your jaw, gentle but grounding, as his eyes search yours one final time. Then his lips are on yours, warm, sure, slightly parted as they move against yours with practiced ease. He tastes faintly of cinnamon gum and something sweeter, something distinctly him. He kisses you like he’s wanted to for weeks but didn’t want to rush it.

When he pulls back, your chest is already heaving. Before the loss of contact can settle, you feel Chan’s hand brushing your knee, his touch featherlight as he shifts forward. “My turn?”

You nod, dazed.

Chan kisses you with patience. His lips linger, molding slowly to yours like he’s memorizing the shape of your mouth. There’s a hum in his chest, like contentment made audible. He pulls back just enough to nudge his nose against yours.

Changbin tugs you gently against him, wrapping one arm around your shoulders while Chan leans in on your other side, his forehead brushing yours.

You don’t say anything for a moment. You just breathe - held between two hearts that somehow, impossibly, beat in time with yours. And it’s then you realize it. This wasn’t just fate. This was meant to be.

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let me wrap the chains by saru (Minsung | 1/1 | 23,164 | explicit)

Pressure at the foot of the bed makes the mattress dip, and Jisung experiences what can only be described as waking up into a dream. His brain, foggy with short-lived and restless sleep, registers a number of things that might not make total sense but are received as facts, regardless: there’s a hand tugging at the waistband of his underwear, a pair of knees bracketing his own, and the distinct smell of fire in the air. In the darkness of his room, ruby red eyes trail up Jisung’s body before locking on his own. — or, Jisung’s late-night visitor turns out to not be quite as imaginary as he originally thought.

I love the world building in this one!

amber of ember by adisadatra (Minsung | 1/1 | 21,941 | Explicit)

Minho is tired. He’s so, so tired, and he’s felt unsafe in his own life since the day he discovered Seojoon and his lover in his bed. At work, in Minho’s flat, at his favourite park with the hideous fountain, he’s always listening for footsteps behind him, braced for impact and seeing danger everywhere with his nerves feeling peeled raw. He’s spiralling downward, he knows he is, and he’s not even sure what’s real anymore. Making a deal with a demon isn’t the worst-case scenario right now.

I loved this one! Basically Minho has a creepy ex and makes a deal with a demon (Jisung) to get revenge

above the trees by tentoheaven (Binsung | 1/1 | 30,245 | Explicit)

Changbin stares at him, still struggling to take in all of his features. It’s incredible how someone can look so different, yet still completely unchanged. “Jisung?” Part of him still holds onto the belief that the man will frown, maybe laugh mockingly, maybe ask ‘who the fuck is Jisung?’ and leave. Changbin isn’t sure whether that would be worse than the alternative. (Or: ten years after his abrupt disappearance, Changbin’s imaginary friend barges back into his life—not human, but very much real.)

I loved Changbin and Jisung's dynamic in this one! Minor 2min as well which is super cute

god knows we're lonely souls by flying_dream (Minchan | 3/3 | 34,864 | Mature)

Chan is a touch-starved producer. Minho is a sleep paralysis demon who has never known affection. They're not in love - they barely even know each other - but somehow they manage to make it work.

This is for sure my favorite on this list, if you only read one read this one!

exception has been thrown by the target of an invocation by yamesungie (Minsung | 1/1 | 4862 | Explicit)

format-default : Exception has been thrown by the target of an invocation. “What the fuck do you mean, invocation? Am I coding or playing D&D? Do I have to roll a d20? Do a blood offering?” “Invocation is another term for a method call, you can thank me later.” “Hey, I was joking, I already-” knew that. Wait, what the- Jisung lets out a blood curdling scream and almost falls out of his chair as he turns his face away from his screen. The man standing next to him stares at him, arms crossed and an amused grin on his face. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” "I feed off humans' lust, anguish and despair. It’s only natural I choose to target software developers past their bedtime, right?" (or: Jisung is a software developer on the verge of a mental breakdown, Minho is the incubus who visits him at 1am.)

Super silly concept and a short and sweet fic

How I Met My Demon by alcrox (Jeongsung | 1/1 | 17,447 | Explicit)

“Well, to my utter surprise, no demons were summoned,” proclaims Jisung dramatically. Now that the shooting is nearing its end, he feels decidedly more chipper. Less faking it. “Fuck you too, demons.” He swipes a broad hand over the glitter, messing it up even more. It looks like there has been a bloodbath in the room, only the blood is shiny and glittery and sticks everywhere. “Now-” “I swear to hell, what is your problem?” Jisung jumps. Violently.

5 times Jisung summons a demon and 1 time he doesn’t.

Where Jisung is a youtuber and summons a demon as a joke. Love this one!!

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The grotto is quiet around this time of night. Boats don’t usually pass through their portion of the water often but occasionally the odd navy ship would; Changbin only recognized the difference by the obnoxious bright colours they use. He only knew of the navy at all because he’d overheard some talk of them when he was close enough to the humans when they passed through, some sort of authority team of whatever human governed the local land. None of this affected his little pod, so far removed from the population in their grotto.

Their little pod only consisted of him and his little sister. Years and different factors had them losing their parents and extended family at a young age; Changbin having to step up for Chaeryeong and shoulder the responsibility for their safety, meals, and teaching her their history and ways of life.

It was hard, knowing what to tell her and what to show her. None of the old pod families were still around to provide him guidance in rearing her, he had to use his best judgement. Changbin was only just older than a guppy when his parents decided to stay in the grotto while the rest of the pod moved on to other waters after the human raids. He missed his old friends and he knew Chaeryeong did too, only just a little guppy back then too. Changbin was naive back then, exploring the land and even having a human guppy friend- boy his mind supplied after the fact.

That all changed when the humans came back a second time on their quest for scales and gems. Chaeryeong had seen nothing past his fingers covering his eyes and mouth, keeping her quiet as he watched it all happening, helpless. It’s exactly what their parents had instructed him to do in this kind of emergency situation- he still felt like a coward.

“Binnie?” The familiar tone of clicking knocked Changbin out of his thoughts. He turned away from where he was staring up at the surface, light filtering through in wavering lines broken by cutting waves.

Chaeryeong had yet another string of shells around her neck. It was definitely newly made as it was a colour combination he hadn’t seen before. It hurt a little to see how her talents reflected their father so closely. Their mother had received strand after strand of carefully crafted necklaces from him that she rotated to decorate herself and mark herself mated. Not that it was ever in question; their pod was a humble size and everyone was close enough that it was common knowledge. Every day Changbin saw more of their parents in her, it was enough that he never feared forgetting their faces or memories.

“Where have you been little fry?” By the moon, he should have known not to ask. He groans loudly when he sees her face twist with guilt. “Nevermind.”

The older merman shakes his head and reaches around for the pouch floating out behind him.

“Want a new addition?” He presents the algae washed shell in one hand. It was a habit to store away pretty little things he found, fond as ever of the way his sister’s face brightened with each present. Her face lights up now, routine, saying nothing and attaching the new shell to the netted sash around her waist. He’s prepared for the resulting hug but not for the hushed thank you she whispers into his shoulder.

“You know I just want to keep you safe right?” It was a tough job as an older sibling and a stand-in for two parents and a community but if he had to serve tough love, he would.

Chaeryeong nodded, chin digging into him which he suspected as intentional. “I know, but you also need to let me learn. I’m not a little guppy that doesn’t know up from down anymore.” He knew she wasn’t. It was a truth he had difficulty coming to terms with. Wanting to protect her didn’t have an expiry date, he’d forever want to keep her happy and safe from any danger. The most pressing danger being the humans that she seemed infatuated with.

Wanting to lighten the mood despite his worries, Changbin pulls at her ear resulting in a squeak rivalling their dolphin friends. He laughs because it’s his job to tease her. “I saw you swim and almost get stuck in the reef just last week.” Her resulting giggling shows she’s over the squabble.

“Well, I’m a week older now, so!”

--

“Chae? I got us some flatfish, your favourite!” A week later and in the darkening waters, Changbin’s call was met with silence. Maybe at any other time he could expect some delay from the mermaid but, like every other afternoon, Chaeryeong should’ve been just a swim away; taking time to sunbathe on her favourite flattened stonebed. She always raved about how it caught just the right amount of sunbeams through the cuts of the waves above, lulling her into a perfect nap. “Chae?”

The fish Changbin caught couldn’t go much longer without eating. He frowned and moved to stash them in one of the baskets they’d found in a shipwreck a few months ago. His stomach protested waiting longer but his priority was the suspicious feeling he had in the pit of his gut. He attached his small serrated knives to each side of his netted sash.

It wasn’t too far to the surface. Changbin took care to swim at an angle, not wanting to risk popping straight up from their home and exposing it. He had made the trip many times, especially years back, so when his head popped above the surface, he recognized his surroundings. He didn’t see his sister lounging anywhere at first. It took him two laps around the little extended piece of island before he moved on to the main land. She wasn’t there either.

He was at a loss of where else to look. It wasn’t like her to not be home at this time, especially without telling him she would be exploring further out past their waters. She had to be Above. He was almost ready to give up and go back under to travel west when a glimmer caught his eye from behind the cliff.

“No..” He breathed out.

Chaeryeong’s sash was crumpled over the spiking rocks. It was an immediate sign of trouble. Their sashes belonged to their parents, mended over time due to errant coral or a feisty fish. In no logical situation would she have left it behind willingly- Changbin knew even when she snuck on land and took her legs, she either kept it on or tucked it in her shoulder bag. This was bad. This was so so bad.

Taking his legs to search on land would set him back further than he already must have been, having to find human clothes and the sorts so he wouldn’t get arrested at first glance would cut into precious time. He carefully took the sash and wrapped it around his waist, layering it over his own for safe keeping.

Changbin jetted off, wasting no time in coasting the edge of the land. His core and tail was strong enough to keep his upper half afloat, eyes searching and searching for some sort of familiarity. He prayed to the Moon Maker that his sister had just not noticed the sash missing despite how he knew in his heart it was too unlikely.

He swam for close to an hour, only stopping when he was too close to the city to continue above the surface. Hope was dwindling quickly; soon he would have to make the decision if he would continue fully Above or not.

It was a close call, with his distracted line of thinking, that he almost didn’t see the familiar brown panelling of a sailing ship. It came from the right corner of vision. Unlike usual ships he would avoid at all costs, this one had a marker flag masted at its forefront.

Pirates.

At any other ship, Changbin would have dipped quickly under the surface to disguise himself. Pirates were the only humans deserving of his kind’s respect, or indifference. He didn’t know all the intricacies of their faith but through experience he knew they looked to the Moon Maker and her glory in some similar form and wouldn’t mess with her children.

Gathering his courage, Changbin swam closer to where the boat was cutting the water. He surveyed no movement aboard from his position- head only exposed to his nose. It would always be a bit of a risk catching the attention of a ship like this; there was a chance it could be a decoy or a rogue immoral crew that was out specifically in search for mer.

His patience rewarded him in the form of a man coming to the edge of the stern, lips pursed and eyes in search of something. Changbin squinted to get a better look at the man, looking to see if he adorned typical piratewear. His brown hair was slightly waved, parting in the middle underneath a black hat. When he swam closer to call out, surprise almost had him sinking back under the water. This pirate had a familiar face. The scar to the left of his cheek only cementing the connection.

They sit on the edge of Changbin’s bed, the quiet of the room wrapping around them. Changbin leans back on his hands, eyes studying Chan’s tired form. There’s a flicker of an idea in his gaze, something that makes his lips curl into a slow, teasing smile.

“Have you tried… to cum first?” Changbin asks, his voice low, almost playful, but with a seriousness that catches Chan off guard.

Chan blinks, heat creeping up his neck. “I’ve tried that,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. “Didn’t work.”

Changbin shifts closer, the air between them suddenly charged with a tension that wasn’t there before. His hand rests on Chan’s thigh, a touch that’s both comforting and suggestive. He leans in, voice dropping even lower as he murmurs, “Maybe you need someone else to make you.”

The words send a shiver down Chan’s spine. He looks up at Changbin, their faces now inches apart. There’s an intensity in Changbin’s eyes, something dark and intimate that makes Chan’s breath hitch. He’s never considered this before—never thought about turning to Changbin for this kind of comfort. But now, with the way Changbin is looking at him, the thought feels inevitable.

“Are you sure?” Chan asks, his voice shaky, uncertain. He’s not sure if he’s asking Changbin or himself.

Changbin’s hand moves higher, fingers brushing along the seam of Chan’s pants. “I’m sure,” he says softly, his gaze unwavering. “Let me take care of you, Chan. Let me help you relax.”

Chan swallows hard, the weight of the offer sinking in. He’s always been the one to take care of others, to be strong for everyone else. But right now, he’s so tired of carrying it all. He nods, giving in to the pull between them.

That’s all the permission Changbin needs. He leans in, capturing Chan’s lips in a slow, deliberate kiss that steals Chan’s breath. It’s not rushed or frantic; it’s gentle, coaxing, as if Changbin is showing him that it’s okay to let go. Chan melts into the kiss, his hands instinctively gripping Changbin’s shoulders for support.

Changbin deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over Chan’s body with a touch that’s both tender and possessive. He takes his time, exploring every inch of Chan’s skin, finding all the places that make him gasp and shiver. And Chan lets him, surrendering to the sensations, letting himself be cared for in a way he’s never allowed before.

They move together in the quiet of the room, every touch, every kiss, laced with a mixture of need and affection. Changbin soon finds himself between Chan’s legs, easing down his boxers after checking in with him first. Locking eyes with him, he wraps his lips around his dick, sucking softly and humming. Chan’s head falls back against the pillow with a heavy sigh.

Changbin takes his time, his lips and tongue working skillfully, knowing just how to unravel the tension Chan’s been carrying. The warmth of Changbin’s mouth, the gentle pressure, it all builds a slow, steady wave of pleasure that sweeps away the stress Chan has been drowning in. His hands find their way to Changbin’s hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as he tries to ground himself in the moment.

Every soft hum, every flick of Changbin’s tongue sends another jolt of sensation through Chan’s body. It’s overwhelming, but in the best way. He feels himself letting go, piece by piece, the weight he’s been carrying melting under Changbin’s touch. For once, he’s not thinking about the next day, the next problem to solve, the next song to write. He’s just here, in this moment, feeling everything Changbin is giving him.

“Bin…” Chan breathes out, his voice shaky, almost pleading. He’s so close, teetering on the edge, and the way Changbin looks up at him with those dark, intense eyes nearly pushes him over.

Changbin pulls off just long enough to murmur, “Let go, Chan. I got you.” His voice is soft, reassuring, and the way his lips curl into a small, knowing smile makes Chan’s heart race.

With those words, something in Chan finally snaps. He lets out a low, desperate moan as he comes, his body shuddering as pleasure crashes over him in waves. Changbin doesn’t pull away, instead, he stays with him through it, his touch gentle, grounding, as he helps Chan ride out the high.

When it’s over, Chan collapses back against the pillows, breathless and boneless, feeling like every ounce of tension has been wrung out of him. Changbin crawls up the bed to lie beside him, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watches Chan slowly come back to himself.

“You okay?” Changbin asks, his voice a warm, comforting presence in the quiet room. He reaches out, brushing a thumb across Chan’s cheek, wiping away the faint sheen of sweat that lingers there.

Chan nods, still trying to catch his breath. He feels lighter, almost delirious with the sudden absence of the weight that had been crushing him just minutes before. “Yeah… more than okay,” he murmurs, turning his head to meet Changbin’s gaze.

Changbin’s smile widens, and he leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to Chan’s lips. It’s a sweet contrast to the intensity of what just happened, a gentle reminder that this isn’t just about release—it’s about comfort, connection.

They settle into the bed together, limbs tangled under the covers. Changbin pulls Chan close, tucking him against his chest, his arms wrapping securely around him. The warmth of Changbin’s body against his own is comforting, a grounding presence that Chan hadn’t realized he needed this badly.

For the first time in what feels like forever, Chan’s mind is quiet. The usual torrent of thoughts has been replaced by a serene calm, the kind of peace he didn’t think was possible for him anymore. He lets out a contented sigh, his head resting on Changbin’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“Thank you,” Chan whispers, his voice muffled against Changbin’s skin. It’s not just for tonight, not just for this moment—it’s for everything. For always being there, for knowing what he needs even when he doesn’t, for reminding him that he doesn’t have to do it all alone.

Changbin hums softly in response, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on Chan’s back. “Anytime, Chan. I’m here. Always.”

With those words, Chan finally feels the pull of sleep, his body and mind finally ready to rest. He snuggles closer to Changbin, letting the warmth and comfort of his embrace lull him into a deep, peaceful sleep.

And as he drifts off, the last thing he feels is the gentle press of Changbin’s lips against his forehead, a quiet promise that when he wakes, Changbin will still be there, holding him close, keeping him safe.

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“I-I didn't say it like that,” Changbin stammers and punches Felix's arm awkwardly. “Oh my God, this is so bad, I'm leaving,” he gets up, eyes widening as Chan's hand finds his and holds him back. 

“No, no, let's talk about this, yeah?” he asks soothingly, and Changbin sits down heavily. “Thanks, Lix, I'll take it from here.”

Felix smirks and gets up. “Have fun, you two,” he says cheerfully and hops out of the room, making Chan giggle. 

“Menace,” Changbin chuckles before glancing at Chan nervously. “I'm sorry for throwing it into your face like that.”

“It's fine,” he giggles and tilts his head at him curiously. “But you'd like to try that out? Being submissive?”

Changbin nods gently and can barely meet his eyes. “I just felt like…I don't know. Whenever I thought about it, I imagined I'd feel safest with you trying that out.”

“That's sweet,” Chan smiles softly. 

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” he quickly adds. “I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything just to help me out and-,” his eyes widen as Chan's hand cups his cheek. 

“Breathe,” he says soothingly, rubbing his thumb across his cheekbone. “I'd love to share those intimate moments with you, Binnie. I wouldn't see it as me helping you out or doing you a favor. I'd enjoy it, honestly, and I love that you're willing to trust me with this.”

Changbin exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Oh, okay,” he smiles shyly. 

“But you've never been on the receiving end? Also, no fingers, no tongue, nothing?” he asks gently, and Changbin shakes his head. 

“Nothing…is that a problem?” he asks timidly. 

“Not at all,” Chan reassures him calmingly. “Means we can slowly work our way up, see what you like and what you don't like,” he tells him, and his friend nods, relieved. “You wanna cuddle and set up some boundaries and stuff?”

Not much later, Changbin’s head is comfortably lying on Chan's chest as the older plays with his hair. They've talked through their boundaries and settled on the color system and preferences. Chan does most of the work, asking his way forward and trying to ease Changbin, who's still awfully embarrassed about it all. It gets better here in Chan's arms, who doesn't seem to be bothered by one bit he reveals about himself. 

“Feeling better now?” Chan asks gently, scratching his scalp. 

“I still feel shy but not as nervous anymore,” he confesses, and Chan hums softly. “Can we…Can we just kiss for a bit tonight?” he asks timidly, and Chan giggles adoringly. 

“Of course, we can,” he says and gently pats his back, sitting up against the headboard of his bed. He locks eyes with him and pats his thighs. “Come here.”

He swallows softly and chews on his lower lip. “I'm too heavy,” he whispers timidly, and Chan's face falls at the pain in his eyes. 

“Binnie,” he says softly before lifting him into his lap effortlessly and smiling at him. “You're not, not to me.” He soothingly fondles up his thighs and searches his eyes. “You're okay?”

“Yeah,” he nods quickly and hesitantly wraps his arms around his neck. He shivers as Chan's hands find his hips and locks eyes with him. 

Chan flashes him a reassuring smile and squeezes his hips before leaning in a little. “Can I kiss you?” he asks politely. 

“Yes, please,” he breathes out so naturally it surprises him for a second. He doesn't have much time to think, though, because Chan's hand cradles his cheek, and their lips brush together. He melts into the kiss, body automatically searching Chan's, eyes fluttering close. 

Chan hums softly and weaves his fingers into Changbin’s hair, keeping him in place as they kiss. His unoccupied hand travels below his shirt and up his back, making the younger male melt into his touch with a soft sound. Chan is testing the waters as they kiss, hand roaming his strong back, and he slowly detaches himself from his lips. Leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw, he gently pulls him back by his hair before kissing his neck. 

Changbin breathes out shakily at the change, hand hesitantly burying itself in Chan's curls as he paints his neck with loving kisses and tiny nibbles at his skin. “Chan hyung,” he whispers after a while, squirming a little in his lap. Chan hums against his collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses there. As he doesn't answer, Chan pulls back, and Changbin blushes furiously. He wants, no, needs more, but he doesn't know how to ask. 

Luckily, Chan seems to understand and gently tugs at the hem of his sweater. “Can I take that off?” His friend nods timidly, and Chan kisses him soothingly as he eases the fabric up his chest before pulling back to take it off. “Mine as well?” he offers and lets Changbin take his sweater off for him. 

Chan lowers Changbin onto his mattress and straddles his lap, hovering above him. He continues his trail of kisses down his neck, gently sucking at the small bites to mark him up. Moving further down on top of him, he kisses down his chest, groaning softly as he can bury his teeth in his pecs. He laps at his nipples, sucking softly and grazing his teeth over his buds. Changbin beneath him moans sweetly, clearly trying to keep the noise down, and Chan lets him for now. 

Chan takes his time, painting a beautiful picture of love all over his torso. Small bites growing into pretty marks adorn his hips, featherlight kisses trail along the hem of his boxers, and Changbin can't stop squirming beneath him. After checking in and getting consent, Chan gently shoves down his sweatpants, continuing his trail down his thighs before going back up on his inner thighs. His fingers sink into his skin, spreading his legs when he tries to shy away the closer he gets to where he needs him most. Very obviously by now. 

Chan rests his head on his thigh once he's done after what felt like hours of soft pleasure for Changbin. He glances up at him through his lashes, and Changbin gulps softly at how blown his pupils look. “We don't have to, but would you like to try how my tongue feels for now?”

“You mean…,” he trails off as Chan nods and a low moan escapes his lips. “Please, Chan hyung,” he nods quickly. 

They change their spots in bed once more, letting Changbin get comfortable against Chan's pillows. Chan smiles down at him and brushes back his hair for him, which is already sticking to his forehead a little. His eyes are wide and hungry, his lips swollen, and his cheeks flushed. “I know I said it before, but you're so beautiful,” he tells him softly, only deepening the blush on his cheeks. 

“Stop it,” he mumbles weakly, and everything about his body language tells Chan differently. 

Chan gently shoves a pillow beneath his hips and locks eyes with him again. “You're ready?” he checks in, and Changbin nods, blushing softly as Chan eases down his boxers, already stained a little from Chan’s body brushing against his lap whenever he has moved on top of him. “Say yellow if you need a break, red if you want to stop, okay?” he reminds him, and the younger male nods, biting his lower lip hard as Chan gets comfortable between his legs. “Words, beautiful.”

His lips part softly, body shivering at the small compliment and Chan makes a mental note of it for another time. “Yes, Chan hyung,” he nods, and Chan hums, clearly pleased. For a second, his nervosity takes the upper hand, and he’s about to stop Chan as he spreads his cheeks, but all protest dies in his throat when Chan’s tongue licks up slowly between them. His lips part with a soft gasp as Chan’s tongue circles his tensing hole, hands gripping the sheets tightly at the unfamiliar feeling. “Oh, fuck,” he whispers, and Chan chuckles softly, making Changbin gasp at the vibrations shooting through his body from it. 

Chan gently presses his tongue inside after a while, and Changbin falls apart above him with a soft whimper. He gently guides his legs onto his shoulders and soothingly rubs his thighs as he pushes in deeper. A strangled groan leaves his lips as he tries to keep quiet, unsure if Chan would mind him being loud or maybe even whiny if he kept going like that. He throws his arm over his face, trying to hide as Chan makes him fall apart with his damn tongue only. Chan glances up at him, pulling back and smirking at the whine that leaves his lips. “Binnie,” he says softly, giggling as he glances at him shyly. “Make as much noise as you want to,” he assures him, and Changbin can tell he means it. “Also, you can touch, baby,” he tells him and gently guides his hand down to his hair.

“O-Okay,” he stumbles over his words, not trying to be desperate and beg him to continue. 

Chan giggles adoringly and squeezes his thighs. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m not cute-” he protests and breaks off with a sweet moan as Chan eases his tongue back inside. “Nevermind,” he huffs, grip tightening on Chan’s hair to steady himself. He pulls at the sheets with a desperate little sound, and Chan reaches up, gently easing the fabric from his hand and replacing it with his own. He intertwines their fingers and lovingly squeezes his hand. 

Chan pulls back after another while when Changbin’s moans turn needy and at the edge of frustration. “Need more?” he asks, and Changbin nods weakly. “Would you be okay with me using my fingers?”

“Yes, hyung,” he nods, heart warming at how caring Chan is with him, always making sure he's okay. 

“Okay, try to relax, yeah?” he tells him and fumbles for the bottle of lube stored away in his bedside table. He spreads some on his fingers and watches Changbin observantly as he pushes the first one inside. “Breathe,” he tells him softly, and Changbin’s head falls back with a soft noise. Chan gently pulls his finger out a little before pushing back in. “Feels okay?”

“s’good,” he groans and soon asks for more. A loud moan leaves his lips as Chan scissors two fingers inside of him, stretching him out deliciously. He covers his mouth in shock, and Chan giggles softly, leaning down. 

He gently takes his hand away and replaces it with his lips, kissing him and stifling his next moan. 

Changbin shudders beneath him and kisses back fiercely. He's so close, and he can't even blame himself because Chan's kissing session before had worked him up so much already. “Hyung,” he moans out weakly, subconsciously fucking back against his fingers. “I'm so close.”

Chan hums and curls his fingers, dragging them over his prostate. Changbin’s body tenses, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping with the prettiest moan so far. 

His world explodes before his eyes with white, hot flashes as he paints their chests with thick ropes of cum. Chan's name tumbles from his lips, and he can't stop shaking at the intensity of his orgasm. He doesn't fully register Chan leaving as his brain tries to accept the fact that he just came untouched. 

Chan gently cleans him up and reaches up to brush his hair from his face once he's done. “You're okay?”

“More than okay,” he smiles shyly and leans into his touch.

“Let's take a nice shower, and then we can cuddle if you want,” he offers, and Changbin nods gently. 

Once they're in the shower and Changbin gets a full view of his hyung, his brain stops working for a moment. He's on his knees before he can fully process it and stares up at him with wide eyes. “Can I make you feel good in return?” he asks, blushing a little at Chan's intense gaze. Chan gives in, suspecting Changbin feels like he has to repay him. 

The moment Changbin welcomes him in the wet warmth of his mouth Chan's head drops back against the tiles of his shower with a loud groan. He definitely knows what he’s doing.

Two weeks later 

Changbin glances at Chan in the recording booth and shifts a little in his chair. Since their night together, none of them had made a move. Chan wanted to give Changbin the time he needed, and Changbin chickened out at least three times this week at the thought of asking for more. It's getting harder to stop himself today since it's just them. Watching Chan work has always been something he enjoyed. 

“How was that, Binnie?” Chan's voice pulls him from his thoughts. 

“Uh, let's listen back to it,” he says and tries to listen, but Chan groans as he hears the recording, bringing up memories of their shared shower. 

“No, delete that one,” Chan shakes his head before lifting his shirt to wipe his face, getting hot in the booth. 

Changbin can't help but stare at his bare stomach, the waistband of his boxers clearly on display. Shit. “Chan hyung?” he asks quietly. 

“Yeah?” Chan asks, grabbing the sheets with his text and mindlessly switching them. 

“How long did Jisung say he'd be gone?” he asks, and Chan frowns. 

“I don't know, I think another hour or two,” he shrugs. “Why?”

“Because I…I need you,” he admits, and the sheets slip from Chan's fingers. 

He quickly bends down to gather them and hits his head at the microphone coming back up. “Yeah, okay, shit,” he curses softly and steps out of the booth. “Here? Now?” he asks, and Changbin blushes heavily. 

“I didn't exactly think this through,” he confesses, and the grin that covers Chan's lips at that makes him squeeze his thighs together tightly. 

“Mhm, I think to go all the way for the first time, we should stick to home,” he says, and Changbin nods agreeingly. “But I do have something in my mind since last time.”

“Yeah?” he asks softly, heart warming at the fact that Chan's been thinking about him as well. 

“Mhm,” Chan hums softly. “I really want to eat you out while you sit on my face,” he says, ears burning up a little. At first, Changbin seems intrigued, but suddenly, a shadow travels over his face, and he timidly lowers his gaze. “Or not?” he asks gently. 

Changbin fidgets with his hands and shakes his head. “I can't.”

“We don't have to if you don't want to; that's okay,” Chan promises, worried that he overstepped a boundary now. 

“No, I-I want to, I just-” he swallows hard, feeling tears burning in his eyes as memories crash down on him in waves and threaten to drown him. “I'm too heavy,” he whispers. 

Chan kneels down on the floor in front of his chair and gently unclasps his hands, taking them. That's the second time he mentioned this. “Binnie,” he says softly. “Where's that coming from, hm? Who told you such bullshit?” Changbin exhales shakily and glances at Chan, whose face softens, spotting the tears in his eyes. “Heyy, you can tell me, baby.”

Chan listens patiently as Changbin tells him about some guy he's been seeing before they started messing around among the group. He explains how they'd get intimate, but whenever they wanted to switch things up, he backed out last minute, blaming his weight. “I'm fine. I forgot about it, but…it's coming back a little now that I could have it,” he admits, and Chan cups his face, wiping away a tear for him. 

“My beautiful Binnie,” he says so softly it tugs at Changbin’s heartstrings. “You're perfect, and that guy is some massive asshole,” he tells him, making him chuckle. “Please, I'm literally on my knees, please sit on my face and let me give you what you wanted.”

Changbin gently shoves his chest. “You're not the one supposed to be begging here.”

Chan giggles. “I will, just this once,” he winks at him and gets up, kissing his forehead sweetly. “If you still want it, I will make it happen. If not, it's okay.”

Changbin searches his eyes timidly and finds nothing but genuine interest and love in them. He swallows down his anxiety and nods weakly. “Please, Chan hyung,” he breathes out. 

Chan cups his face and gives him a gentle but long kiss. “Do you trust me?” he asks calmly. 

“Yes,” he nods, sinking deep into Chan's soft chocolate orbs. “I do.”

“Good,” he nods and soothingly rubs his thumbs across his cheekbones. “So if I tell you to move or sit down, you'll be a good boy and do as I say.”

Changbin swallows down his worries and feels a sense of trust and calmness taking over as he looks into his hyung’s eyes. Chan can see the change in his eyes, heart skipping a beat at how soft and vulnerable his friend looks. “I'll be a good boy.”

“That's right, my pretty boy,” Chan smiles satisfied. 

“Yours?” he asks, growing shy at Chan's stunned look. 

“Mine,” he nods sweetly and gives him another quick kiss, making the younger melt into it. “Now come on, before Ji gets back,” he whispers and winks at him mischievously. Chan grabs everything they need and quickly locks the door, getting comfortable on the sofa. He guides Changbin into his lap and pulls him into a kiss, trying to ease his nerves. 

Changbin anxiously positions himself above Chan’s face, taking a deep breath as Chan’s hands find his thighs. At first, he shies away from his touch, suddenly insecure again, but Chan doesn’t let him. His tongue continues its delicious play from two weeks ago, and Changbin can’t think much anymore. He still tries to take some weight off, but he doesn't succeed for long because Chan notices and pulls him down, gaining a groan from both of them. The longer Chan goes on, the weaker he grows, and he ends up bent over, arms resting on the sofa, his face buried in them with weak sounds. 

Chan moans deliciously beneath him, shuddering at the soft whines leaving Changbin’s lips. His hands knead his ass and thighs, eyes rolling back as Changbin starts fucking back onto his tongue. 

He growls in protest as Changbin suddenly grows lighter on him again, taking some weight off him again. Changbin bites his lip, already missing how deep Chan got only seconds ago. But the strangled sounds coming from him worry him, and he feels like he can't do this to him any longer. He has to help a little. 

Chan pats his thigh twice, signaling him to sit up. He blinks at him once he does and frowns. “What did I tell you?”

“To be a good boy,” he answers shyly. 

“You enjoyed it, didn't you?” he asks gently, and Changbin nods, a heavy blush creeping up his neck and settling on his cheeks. “Why did you stop then?”

“Are you enjoying it?” he asks quietly. 

“I fucking love it,” Chan says bluntly and squints at him. “Now sit down properly, baby; I won't ask again.”

“Y-yes, hyung,” he nods quickly and gets back into position. 

The next time he tries to take some weight off, Chan's grip is firm, keeping him in place. Changbin whimpers in protest as his hips start stuttering, pace growing a little rough as he chases his high. But Chan doesn't budge, moaning filthily against him and guiding him through. Changbin’s stomach flips hard, and tears shoot to his eyes. Chan was not only able to carry his weight on top of him, he even enjoyed it.

Five days later

Changbin smirks to himself as Chan drives them back home. Today, everyone would be out for a movie and dinner after, which seemed like the perfect opportunity for them to take the next step without having to keep quiet or anything. Changbin had made up an excuse of feeling overwhelmed, and Chan had assured their friends he'd stay with him. So once they knew everyone would be gone, they stopped working and started their way home. Chan had been touchy all day, driving him mad, seemingly excited as well. 

Once they're inside, Changbin strolls over to their kitchen island, inspecting the various cookies their friends made. He reaches forward to grab the note Minho wrote them and yelps, surprised when Chan suddenly wraps his arms around his waist, pressing his already hardening dick against his bum. “Chan hyung?” he asks, and Chan groans softly in response, burying his face in his back. 

“I swear I could take you right here if I wouldn't know better,” he confesses, making Changbin’s mouth water. “You're so cute, you don't even know; it's driving me insane,” he tells him and runs his hands up his torso. “Couldn't stop thinking about it all day.”

Changbin blushes at his words and bites his lower lip, pressing back against him. His lips part in surprise at Chan's growl, and he feels like he's about to pass out when Chan starts grinding against his ass. “Really, Chan hyung?” he asks innocently, pressing back against him more. “You think I'm cute?”

Chan moans needily as he grinds against him. “So cute,” he tells him. “Made me so hard I had to take a long shower after dance practice.”

Changbin moans in response. “That's why you were gone so long?” he asks, and Chan starts fumbling with the waistband of his trousers. 

“Sofa, now. I need some release right now,” Chan announces so casually it makes him dizzy. “Right now, I'm thinking with my dick; that's not good when I should take my time with you,” he admits honestly. 

“Fuck, do whatever you want to me, hyung,” Changbin moans needily. “Use me, please.” He finds himself on the sofa within no time, with Chan straddling his lap. 

Chan drags his hips across his lap and moans loudly at the needed friction. He braces himself on his chest, and Changbin’s hands find his thighs, fingers digging into his skin as Chan humps his lap forcefully. “You can move,” Chan pants, head falling back as he does. “Yeah, just like that, Binnie,” he praises him, and their moans mix beautifully. “Doing so good for your hyung,” he tells him, head dropping forward with a broken moan as Changbin rolls his hips up against him. 

“Feels so good, hyung,” he moans out. 

It doesn't take long, and Chan above him tenses up with a soft, relieved cry, shuddering as he cums in his pants. His eyebrows furrow with bliss, lips parting with silent moans, hips stuttering their way through his high. Changbin can't get enough of the sight of his hyung stumbling over the edge; he's a different type of pretty then. Also, it makes him all fuzzy, knowing he's the reason. Chan drops down onto the sofa next to him with a soft grunt and rubs his face, trying to catch his breath. “Okay,” he says after a moment. “That's better.”

“Your brain restarted?” Changbin teases softly, making him giggle. 

“Mhm, until you're undressed and moaning that beautifully,” he tells him, and Changbin blushes furiously. Chan gets up and helps him off the sofa before lifting him up. 

Changbin wraps his legs around his waist quickly and holds onto him with wide eyes. “Channie, hyung, let me down. I'm-” his words die in his throat at Chan's firm look. 

“Do I look like this is exhausting me?” he asks patiently, stopping in his tracks. 

“No,” he whispers. 

“I wouldn't pick you up if I thought I couldn't handle that, Binnie,” he tells him, and Changbin’s eyes brim with tears. “Okay,” he whispers and walks back to the sofa, sitting down with him in his lap. “Come here,” he says softly and pulls him into a strong hug. 

“I'm sorry,” he sniffles timidly, and Chan runs his hand through his hair. 

He soothingly kisses his head and rubs his back. “You're okay,” he tells him. “Don't listen to that voice in your head, yeah?” he asks and earns a nod and silent hum. “Do you still have his number? I'd love to invite him and show him how it's done,” he says, smirking when Changbin starts laughing. 

“You're so stupid.”

“I know,” he giggles, and they stay there until he's alright. 

Chan then carries him upstairs, kissing his worries away, and kicks his door closed before lowering him onto his bed. 

-

“You think Binnie will be okay?” Jisung asks thoughtfully. “I haven't noticed anything off all day,” he admits. 

“Not really,” Seungmin shrugs, thinking back to the time they all spent together. 

“Oh, I think he's just fine,” Felix assures them, and Jeongin squints at him. 

“You're sure?” he asks suspiciously. 

“Why?” Hyunjin asks. 

“Why what?” Felix tries to stall time to come up with an answer. 

“Why are you sure he's okay when he said he wasn't?” Jeongin clarifies. 

“Because Chan hyung is fucking him stupid right now,” Minho says casually, sipping on his drink. 

“Excuse me, what?” Hyunjin asks with wide eyes. 

“Minho hyung, you can't just say shit like that,” Jisung rolls his eyes at him. 

“You're all so blind if you didn't see that,” Minho rolls his eyes right back at them. “They've been growing closer for weeks now, and we all know Changbin was interested in submitting to Chan.”

Seungmin blinks at him as Minho keeps sipping on his drink. “On a scale from one to ten, how bored are you?” 

“A solid eleven on some days, why?” he asks, tilting his head and pulling a face at him. 

“How do you even notice that stuff?” Hyunjin asks flabbergasted. 

“How do you not?” Felix asks tiredly, and Minho hums agreeingly. 

“You guys are ridiculous,” he giggles happily. 

-

“Okay, try to relax for me, yeah?” Chan asks gently, aligning himself with his hole. “I'll go slow and gentle; you tell me if it hurts.”

“Yes,” Changbin nods, growing impatient. Chan had eaten him out patiently and then fingered him open for what felt like hours. His dick is leaking onto his stomach, his hole clenching around nothing, and his body screaming for a release. He just wants to finally feel him inside, finally experience what Minho has described as “incredible sex” talking about Chan. 

Chan starts pushing inside, groaning at how tight he still is, and closely watches his face. Once he's past the tip, Changbin tenses up beneath him, and Chan stops moving immediately. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, keep moving,” he nods quickly, heart sinking a little. Did Minho have a thing for pain? This doesn't feel exactly comfortable. 

Chan eyes him suspiciously and pushes in a little more, watching Changbin’s eyes clouding with a pained expression. “I'm hurting you, right?”

“No, it's fine,” he shakes his head, sounding a little strained. “Just keep going, please.”

Chan shakes his head and pulls out again, grabbing the bottle of lube. “Binnie, we have all the time you need. I won't rush and hurt you in the process,” he tells him firmly and gently pushes in two fingers again. 

Changbin whines softly and pushes back against them. “Please,” he whimpers, and Chan gently caresses his cheek with his other hand. 

Chan stretches him out on his fingers, adding another two in the process, and kisses him, swallowing up his frustrated little sounds. Finally, he gets back into his prior position, trying again. This time, it goes easier, and Changbin beneath him gasps as he slowly pushes inside. “Better?” he grunts softly, reminding himself to go slow.

“Yes,” he nods eagerly, and this time he believes him. His jaw drops once Chan is buried inside him, and he can't help but squirm a little, feeling so full. 

“Take your time,” Chan tells him, holding himself back. He gently rubs his thigh, watching him closely as he gets adjusted to the feeling. 

“O-Okay,” he breathes out after a moment. “I think I'm ready.”

Chan nods and carefully pulls back before pushing back inside. Changbin sighs softly at the feeling of him massaging his walls as he works out a gentle rhythm. Chan lowers himself onto his arms, bracing himself next to his head, and smiles at him. He plants a few kisses down his jaw, and Changbin’s hand finds his back resting between his shoulder blades. “Don't be shy; let me hear you,” he tells him as he notices him trying to keep the noise down. 

“I'm too loud,” he protests softly, biting back another moan as Chan picks up the pace a little. 

“It's just us,” Chan reminds him and moans softly as Changbin clenches around him. “Wanna hear if I fuck you good, Binnie.”

“Fucks sake,” he groans at his bluntness, locking eyes with him. He swallows at how blown Chan’s pupils are, sheer need and passion clouding those usually so soft orbs. The next thrust pulls a beautiful, loud whine from him, and Chan buries his face in his shoulder with a soft groan at the sound. 

“That’s more like it,” he moans, kissing his neck and thrusting deep. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he grunts, and Changbin squirms a little. “Such a good boy, taking me so well.”

“Chan hyung,” he moans softly, his whole body responding to his praise. “You feel so good,” he tells him breathlessly.

Chan’s hips slam forward into him as he clenches around him, shifting positions a little. Changbin’s head falls back with an obscenely loud moan, and Chan stops moving, eyes widening. “Shit, sorry,” he apologizes immediately, swallowing as Changbin blinks up at him with glistening eyes.

“Please, do that again,” he whispers needily.

“You want me to be rough?” he asks quietly, and Changbin nods, biting his lower lip hard at the hunger clouding Chan’s eyes.

He arches into him and looks up at him through his lashes. “Please, hyung.”

Chan pulls out and grabs him by the waist, flipping him onto his stomach effortlessly. Changbin moans out, stunned, getting incredibly turned on by Chan handling him with such ease. Chan pulls him onto his knees and pushes back inside, grip firm on his hips as he sets a rougher pace. Changbin arches his back, melting into the pillow and gripping the sheets with a loud whine. Chan makes sure he’s comfortable with this and keeps a close eye on him before covering his hands with his own, intertwining their fingers. He plants soft kisses on his back, leaning down to his ear. “Such a good boy, Binnie. Doing so well, baby,” he praises him with little grunts as he pounds into him. 

Changbin can’t do much but whine his name, shivering as he hits his prostate. “Chan~.” He collapses into the mattress with Chan lowering himself on top of him, covering him with his body as their skin meets with forceful slaps. “Right, there, please,” he cries out as Chan repeatedly hits his sweet spot, moaning sinfully above him. The bedframe hits the wall in sync with Chan’s forceful thrusts, growing sloppier the closer he gets. “Chan,” he moans repeatedly, arching back into him. “So close.”

“Wanna cum?” he presses out, not that far away from his sweet release himself.

“Please, hyungie,” he whines.

“Make a mess, pretty boy,” Chan tells him and buries his face in his back. “Cum for me, yeah? Be a good boy, baby.”

Changbin doesn’t need another invitation and covers the sheets beneath him as he cums with a loud cry, whimpering as Chan fucks him through it, chasing his own release. 

“Inside?” Chan asks, hips stuttering.

“Yes,” he groans, getting a little overstimulated by now. His jaw grows slack at the sensation of Chan reaching his high, painting his walls with thick ropes of cum before collapsing on top of him. For a minute, they stay silent, both calming down a little before Chan moves on top of him, kissing his shoulder gently.

“And that wasn’t too rough?” he checks in and Changbin weakly shakes his head.

“That was amazing, you’re amazing,” he tells him, making him giggle. “Don’t laugh, I mean it,” he pouts, blushing a little as Chan kisses his cheek.

“You’re so cute,” he grins, and Changbin huffs.

“Will you stop calling me cute?” he laughs, and Chan squeezes him gently.

“Never,” he smirks before pushing himself up with a soft grunt. “Alright, let’s get cleaned up before the others return back home.”

Changbin smiles to himself and hums agreeingly. Minho had been right; Chan is incredible.

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Changbin frowned, stepping further into the cluttered room, his gaze lingering on the multiple coffee cups and the disarray. "When did you last sleep? Or eat something real?"

Chan shrugged, the despair he'd been fighting to keep at bay now creeping into his voice. "I don't know. It doesn't matter. I need to finish this track, but it's not... it's just not right. Nothing I do is good enough."

The room seemed to shrink with his confession, a tangible weight settling between them. Chan turned away, embarrassed by his own vulnerability. He couldn't afford to break—not now.

But then, a gentle hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. "Hyung, you're doing more than enough. You always do. Let's pack up for tonight, okay? You need rest."

Chan shook his head, tears pricking at his eyes as he faced the console again. "I can't, Bin. I can't stop until it's perfect. I'm letting everyone down. I'm supposed to lead, to make things work, and I'm failing everyone."

Hearing the break in Chan's voice, Changbin moved closer, his own heart aching. He turned Chan to face him, his hands gripping his shoulders firmly. "You're not failing anyone. You're our leader, but you're also human, Chan. We don’t expect you to carry all this alone. We never have."

Chan's defenses crumbled, and tears streamed freely down his face. "I don’t know how to stop, Bin. I don’t know how to just... be okay with it not being perfect."

Changbin pulled him into a tight embrace, his voice soft and steady in Chan's ear. "It's okay to not be perfect. It's okay to ask for help. Let's go home, Channie. Let me help you through this."

Chan clung to him, his body racked with sobs. After a moment, he whispered, timid yet desperate, "Will you... stay with me tonight? Just... I think I need to be held for a while."

Changbin tightened his hold, his heart swelling with protectiveness and love for his friend and leader. "Of course, Channie hyung. I’ve got you, always."

They left the studio together, the early morning air cool and refreshing after the stuffiness of the room. Changbin drove them back to their dorm, a silent promise hanging between them, filling the car with a comforting warmth.

Once inside, Changbin made sure Chan ate something and got ready for bed. The normalcy of the routine seemed to calm Chan, his earlier panic receding with each passing moment.

As they settled into bed, Chan curled into Changbin's side, his head resting against his chest. Changbin wrapped his arms around him, a protective cocoon against the world outside. They lay in silence, the steady rhythm of Changbin's heartbeat a lullaby that slowly lulled Chan into a much-needed sleep.

Changbin stayed awake a little longer, watching over Chan, his thoughts gentle and forgiving. In the quiet, he made a silent vow to ensure Chan never felt so overwhelmed again, to remind him that he was not alone in his responsibilities. They were a team, a family, bound by more than just music.

As dawn crept through the curtains, its light gentle and unassuming, Chan stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find Changbin's steady gaze. A small, genuine smile crossed his lips, a stark contrast to the tears of only hours before.

"Thank you, Bin," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and gratitude.

Changbin smiled back, squeezing Chan slightly. "Anytime, hyung. We’re in this together, remember? Now get back to sleep, it's way too early."

And in the soft glow of the new day, Chan felt something shift inside him—a relief, a release. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, it was okay to lean on others, to not be perfect. And with Changbin by his side, he felt ready to face whatever came next.

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