#changbin fic

When you lost your job, the first place you had to cut costs was rent. Which fucking sucked, because you hardly know anyone in the city as it is, and the people you did know didn’t need a roommate.

Enter Changbin. He’s a friend of a friend, clean enough, and is always out of the house. Busy guy, your friend Jisung tells you.

“You want me to live with a guy?” you ask your friend over the phone.

“He’s like a walking green flag, calm down. Nice guy, really. He won’t bother you and he’s loaded so he’ll give you a deal,” Jisung explains over the phone. “And those muscles aren’t half bad to stare at.”

“Are you trying to set me up with your friend?” 

“No! I mean, listen, you could use a good lay, but my intentions are pure, I swear!”

You’ve been single for far too long, and Jisung knows that. But the last thing you need is to hook up with the guy who’s supposed to be your new roommate. Whom you don’t even know, by the way.

“I can’t just sleep on yours and Minho’s couch until I find another place?” you ask, hoping to get out of it.

“Absolutely not,” he says sternly. “Changbin is a nice guy, and plus, you wouldn’t want to live here. Minho doesn’t wear pants, like, ever.”

Fine. You’ll take his word for it.

You show up the next day to look at the room. Changbin opens the door and greets you with a smile. Fuck, he’s pretty.

“Uh, hello! You must be Changbin,” you greet him. “It’s nice to meet you, Jisung has told me a lot about you!”

“It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m sorry to hear about your job,” he says. “I’m happy to help if I can.” He steps aside to let you into the apartment.

Jesus Christ, his place is massive. The ceilings have to be at least 15 feet tall, and the massive windows in the living room span the entire wall. It has the most incredible view of the Han River, and you’re almost positive the kitchen counters are 100% marble. And it’s certainly out of your price range.

“The spare room is this way,” he says, motioning down the hallway past the kitchen. He leads you through the apartment, and you catch a glimpse of an office space with a desk covered in music production gear.

The bedroom is huge in comparison to what you’re used to. There’s so much natural light, your houseplants would be in heaven. You could probably fit the entirety of your belongings in this room alone. There’s even a walk-in closet, which you have never, ever had before. It’s great, perfect even, and you’d move in immediately if you could afford it.

“Do you like it?” Changbin asks from the doorway as you’re walking around the room.

You let out a big sigh. “It’s perfect, truly, but it’s definitely out of my price range.” What a shame. A beautiful apartment and a hot roommate? It hurts to walk away from.

“No price,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re in a tight spot, I get it. Don’t even worry about it for the first few months, then you can just pay what you’re comfortable with.”

You stare at him, completely dumbfounded. “I can’t ask you to do that,” you say, shaking your head back at him.

“I’m happy to help. Any friend of Jisung’s is a friend of mine. I mean it, no backpaying needed, let’s just get you on your feet.”

You could kiss him right now, and you just met him. It’s the kindest offer you could ever have dreamed of, especially coming from a complete stranger. You’d normally be wary of something like this, it’s almost too good to be true. But Jisung’s known him for years, and you trust him more than anyone else in the world.

“That’s extremely generous of you, thank you,” you say. “Really, you’re saving me from a much worse fate.”

“It’s no problem, really. I can help you move your stuff, too.”

You almost want to cry tears of joy. Changbin walks you to the door and you say thank you, again, and plan to move in later this week.

The cab hasn’t even pulled away from the building when you call Jisung again.

“I hate you,” you tell him when he picks up the phone.

“What did I do?” he whines.

“You didn’t tell me your friend was hot.”

“I said he had nice muscles!”

You groan into the speaker. You love your friend, but now you’re sure he’s trying to set you up.

“He is, quite literally, exactly my type, Jisung.”

“I’m struggling to find the issue.”

You groan again. “I’m not supposed to want to fuck my roommate,” you say, lowering your voice.

He howls out a laugh. “So you’re taking it, right? His offer?”

“He’s not charging me anything.”

“Yeah, I know. I told you he’s rich.”

It’s still an insane thing to offer a complete stranger. But right now, you’ll take your luck wherever you can get it. Even if that means moving in with a roommate who looks like he’ll get you into a whole lot of trouble.

You moved in two days later, and it was the least stressful move-in day you’ve ever had. Jisung had helped you pack the day before, although he mostly just stood around handing you things to wrap and commenting on your weird trinkets. Changbin had called a truck for you, and also called over Jisung and their friend Chan to help unload it. You didn’t lift a damn finger, but you did buy them a pack of beers to share for the trouble. 

“You really don’t have a lot of stuff,” Changbin comments when all of your boxes and furniture are in your room. Most of the furniture in your old apartment was your roommate’s, but it feels weird all laid out in front of you like this.

“Yeah…I don’t even have a bed frame…” You pout, as the two of you stand in the doorway. You survey what you do have, and it’s not much. An old wood dresser you got from a thrift store, your full-size mattress, and a single nightstand you had in college.

You let out a big sigh. You don’t have much unpacking to do, but you’re a bit drained from the stress, and you’d like to at least lie down for a bit.

“Don’t worry about dinner,” Changbin says as he heads out into the hallway. “I can whip something up for us. I’ll leave you to unpack your things.”

He’s been so kind, and it almost distracts you from the fact that you’re living with a stranger. And that you lost your job. That part still sucks. But you can’t lie, he is really nice to look at. There’s nothing wrong with looking.

Forty-five minutes later, Changbin lets you know that dinner is ready. You’ve been able to smell it the entire time packing, and it smells divine. The spread is pork belly, rice, kimchi, and several other side dishes you’re not used to seeing outside of a restaurant. You’re used to living off of ramen, which makes this a five-star meal. 

“Thank you so much, you didn’t have to do all of this,” you say, taking your seat at the island counter.

He lets out a huff of air through his nose. “Uh, this is just how I eat normally.”

“Oh, right…well, still, thank you.” You almost forgot. He’s rich. And apparently, eats like a king daily. 

“You’re welcome.” He sends you a soft smile and joins you at the island counter.

The two of you get to chatting, and you learn a lot about him. He works with Jisung and Chan at his producing studio and is a personal trainer at the gym on the side. He lives alone because, well, he wants to.

You’re unemployed, but he already knows that.

“Sorry for ruining your peaceful atmosphere,” you joke, but there’s a part of you that feels like maybe he said yes because Jisung owed him something.

“No, no, no, it’s okay, really. It’s nice having someone around. It was getting lonely around here. I almost got a dog. And I’m allergic.” 

The evening dissolves into laughter, and you get the feeling that this won’t be as strange as you thought.

It takes several days, but you finally get your stuff out of boxes and organize it the way you like it. Your bedspread is hastily thrown over the floor mattress and your clothes don’t even fill half of the giant closet. You feel out of place, but you shake the feeling and try to be grateful. 

Overall, living with Changbin is really great. You’re home quite a bit, only really leaving the house to pick up food or going to a job interview. He’s pretty busy, like Jisung told you, but he’s home most evenings.

You’re usually watching some tv show, and he takes a second out of his day to sit down and chat with you. It’s nice to have company, your old roommate wasn’t much of a talker. But with Changbin, it’s easy, and nothing feels forced.

“I can’t believe they’re back together again,” he comments as you’re watching a tv show. He mentioned he was never one for dramas like this, but he’d hover behind the couch when you’d watch it out in the living room, making jokes at the stupid situations the characters got themselves into. It took only a week for him to ask you to restart it from the beginning so he could watch the whole thing. You started looking forward to the evenings after that, waiting for him to get back from the gym for your nightly watch party.

The first moment you realize you maybe, possibly, might have a crush on your roommate is during one evening in the kitchen. You can smell something cooking from your room, and it smells delicious, you can’t help but peek around the corner to see what it is. 

Changbin’s at the stovetop cooking, still in his gym outfit, muscles peeking through the fabric. You try not to drool at the sight, quietly walking over to him to see what he’s making. He jumps a bit as he sees you.

“Sorry!” you say apologetically. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, dipping his spoon into the soup he was making. “Can you try this for me? I feel like it needs more salt.”

He takes a couple of steps closer to you, holding his hand under the spoon to catch the drip. You don’t even have a chance to decline before he’s bringing the spoon closer to your face, urging you to take a sip. He blows on it a couple of times to cool it before bringing it to your lips. He’s standing so close, you feel your stomach tie into a knot. You take a sip slowly and carefully, taking note of the flavors. 

“No, I think it’s perfect,” you say, licking your lips. You’re probably not just talking about the soup, but he smiles and thanks you for being his taste tester.

You push any and all thoughts of what those lips might feel like against yours to the side. Roommate, you remind yourself.

The second time is when you bump into him in the hallway, he just showered and has a towel wrapped low around his waist.

“Oh, god! I’m so sorry!” Your eyes naturally drift across his torso, still wet from the shower, before realizing you should definitely not be staring. You shield your eyes and move around him. 

“Sorry! Not used to living with other people.” He scurries into his room and shuts the door. You let out the breath you’ve been holding, and quickly go back to your bedroom. 

You tell yourself it’s just the proximity, that anyone would be feeling this way if they had an attractive roommate parading around half naked. He’s your roommate, you remind yourself. He’s been so kind to you, and he doesn’t deserve the less than respectful stares you’ve been giving him. It’s a temporary situation after all, and it’ll continue to be a good one so long as you don’t cross any lines.

The third time was when it really hit you. You came home from another awful job interview to the sound of tools clanking and something pounding against the floor. Changbin’s room was off to the left of the living room, but the sound was coming from the right. Where your room is.

You set your bag down on the floor and quietly kick off your shoes before rounding the corner. Your bedroom door was propped open, light on, and the banging sounds were coming from in there. 

You’re not sure what you expected to find. Maybe Changbin would be patching some drywall you chipped off by accident. Or maybe the screws on your ceiling fan loosened, and he was tightening them for you.

Changbin’s sitting in the middle of a bunch of pieces of wood, holding a screwdriver in his mouth and fumbling with paper. He didn’t even hear you walk into the house. 

“Uh…hi?” you say to him, standing in the doorway. 

“Oh, hi,” he says, taking the screwdriver from between his teeth and laying the paper to the side.

“Whatcha doin'?”

“Building a bed frame.”

“I see that…why?”

“You didn’t have one.”

“Okay…”

“So I’m building you one.”

“Why?” you question him, one eyebrow raised.

“You’re sleeping on a mattress on the floor,” he says, like the answer is obvious.

“I know, but I could’ve done this myself.”

“I wanted to do something nice for you.”

You feel guilty immediately. You don’t want to be seen as some charity case that someone has to take in and look after, like a burden. “Thank you…I can pay you back for this—”

“Don’t,” he cuts you off. “Think of it as a housewarming gift.” He smiles at you as he turns back to the instructions.

“It’s your apartment…” 

“Please just let me do something nice for you.”

“You’re already being nice by letting me stay here!” 

He stands up as you say that, walking towards you, still grinning. His hands come up to your shoulders, and he meets your eyes. “I want to do this.”

You gulp. He’s standing so close you can smell his body wash. His gaze is intense, but you can’t look away. You resort to a nod and a small “thank you”, and he turns to continue working on the bed frame.

“At least let me help you—” You cut yourself off this time when he gives you the biggest sigh, and looks at you like you already know what he’s going to say.  You have a crush on your roommate. Your handsome, incredibly fit, incredibly rich, generous, and kind roommate. What could go wrong?

Everything feels different after that.

You find yourself thinking of him all the time, wanting to make sure you’re already home when he gets home, spending as little time in your bedroom as possible just to hang out with him. You swear you feel him doing it, too. 

It starts innocently. First, he’s grazing the small of your back when he passes behind you in the kitchen. He bumps into you in the hall and grabs your waist to move past you. Your thighs touch his on the couch, and neither of you moves. Plausible deniability.

Until the air conditioning breaks in the middle of a heat wave. Because, of course it would. Now you’re forced to watch him walk around the apartment shirtless and dripping in sweat. Forced is a strong word. More like, your eyes are blessed every waking hour until this gets fixed. Which doesn’t seem to be any time soon, considering the whole city’s affected by rolling blackouts and HVAC issues.

You’re convinced he was put on this earth just to torture you. It’s impossible, really, to be that attractive and walk around like he doesn’t even know it. 

You’re hyper aware of every movement he makes. A drag through his damp hair, him leaning against the counter, muscles flexing. You make every earnest effort not to look, but you can’t help it.

“I’m no better than a man,” you groan, flopping on the bed.

“What’s wrong now?” Jisung asks on the other end of the phone. You had to tell someone, and he’s the one person you feel comfortable enough with who knows you both. 

“Changbin. Shirtless. Like all the time. The AC went out.”

“Again, I’m struggling to see the issue. Dude’s hot, I get it.”

“He’s. My. Roommate.” Emphasis on roommate.

“You’re both single, I don’t see anything wrong with it.” He has a point. “I’m sure if he was uncomfortable, he would’ve said something.”

“I want him to crush my head with his biceps.” The heat is irritating you, and you have no filter. Not that you ever do with Jisung. 

“Jesus Christ, you hornball,” Jisung laughs on the other line. “Maybe you just need to get it out of your system.”

“What?”

“Put a dick in it!” Minho’s voice rings through the speaker. Of course Jisung told him. You’re not even mad, but you’re caught off guard by the statement.

“What?”

“Minho’s right. There’s so much tension built up, you’re psyching yourself out. If you just…put a dick in it…it might go away!”

“I’m not sure about that.” At this point, you wonder if it’s even about how attractive Changbin is, or if you’re starting to genuinely like him. 

“C’mon, you could both use a fun one-night stand. And you wouldn’t even have to leave the apartment!”

“Jisung, he built me a fucking bed frame.”

“Oh.” Yeah, oh. “Ohhhh, I get it. You like him!” You groan at him, again.

“What do I do?” Your hand drags across the side of your face. Hearing Jisung say it out loud makes it real, and now you’re panicking. 

“Girl up! Go get your man!”

You don’t even know what he means by that, and you don’t know if you should even try. Jisung’s just being a good friend, supportive of all your delusions. All you know is that it’s fucking hot in here, but if you see Changbin shirtless one more time, you might accidentally pounce on him.

You peek down the hallway to check that the coast is clear before tiptoeing your way to the kitchen to grab a cold glass of water. You bring the glass up to your face, the condensation running down your forehead and cheek, offering a little relief from the heat. It’s not nearly enough to cool you down, though. You place the glass on the island behind you and open the fridge and freezer doors, and just stand there, eyes closed, taking in the cool air.

“Feeling okay?” You hear Changbin’s voice on the other side of the fridge. And you’re standing with your head inside the fridge looking like an idiot.

You whip the door closed and find him leaning just on the other side of it against the wall, still half-clothed, skin shiny from the heat.

“Oh! Yeah, I was just getting some water,” you sputter out. You’re focusing on his face, and the way sweat is dripping from his hairline, doing anything to desperately not let your eyes wander too far south. You’re trying really hard to be respectful.

It’s like he can hear your thoughts. After a few moments of silence, he lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing his hands through his damp hair. His biceps flex, and you force yourself to grab your glass of water and walk into the living room before you combust.

Your thighs stick to the leather cushions as you sit down. It’s fucking miserable in here, the air is choking you every chance it gets. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any harder to breathe, Changbin comes and sits down next to you. He looks at you, brows furrowed, concerned.

Without saying anything, he leans over and places the back of his hand on your forehead. The movement startles you, and the warmth of his hand hitting your damp forehead sends a buzz through your body.

“You’re overheating,” he says simply, before getting up and going to his room. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, staring down the hall in confusion. You can hear him rustling around in his room, and a few minutes later, he comes out with a giant fan in hand.

He walks over to the wall to plug it in and angles it towards where you’re sitting on the couch. “There,” he says proudly. “Sorry, I only have the one.”

“Thank you,” you manage to mumble. The air feels good as it hits your skin, even if it’s a bit warm. He keeps standing there for a second, just watching, making sure it’s working properly before walking back into the kitchen.

You sip your water, flipping through various apps on your phone, trying not to think about the heat or the half-naked man in the kitchen. He walks back a couple of seconds later, two popsicles in hand. He unwraps one and hands it to you, plopping back down on the couch.

You’re trying really, really hard to focus on whatever show Changbin decided to throw on. He leans forward in his seat, absentmindedly licking over the sweet treat, and you can’t help but stare. You catch yourself and tear your eyes away, hoping he didn’t notice.

He leans back to make a comment, his knee brushes against yours, and you feel like you’re going to combust. You don’t dare move, hoping he doesn’t notice your skin touching his. Your eyes keep drifting back to him, no matter how hard you try to stay focused. His shorts are tight against his thighs, and you can see the faint outline of his muscles through them. His stomach and chest are on display, thick and firm. His arms are always out, probably as thick as your entire head, and his lips—

“Do I have something on my face?” he asks, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Your eyes dart up to his, and he’s looking at you. He definitely just saw you staring. Fuck.

“N-no! No, you’re good.” Nice save. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He finishes his popsicle and throws the stick on the coffee table with the remaining trash.

“You okay?” he asks, voice low and far too casual.

“Yeah, it’s just—hot.” You don’t know if you’re talking about the literal temperature of the room, him, or both.

“It’s melting.” He nods his head towards the abandoned popsicle in your hand. You haven’t even taken a single bite, just letting it melt down your wrist. God, you’re so down bad for him, it’s not even funny anymore.

You snap out of whatever trance you were in previously and look at your hand. “Shit.” You chuckle a bit, and your face grows even warmer from embarrassment.

“Let me help.” He smiles at you, inching even closer. He takes the popsicle from your hand and pulls your arm closer to him. Before you can even register what’s happening, he brings your wrist to his mouth and licks the cold juice off with a slow movement.

“It’s sweet,” he comments. What the fuck. Your eyes are locked with his as he cleans you up with his mouth, moving slowly over your palm, before taking two of your fingers in his mouth and sucking slowly. He’s watching your reaction intently. Your lips part, and your thighs press together on instinct as a heat begins to grow inside your body.

“Thank you…,” your voice trails off. You don’t know whether you should move closer or run back into your room screaming.

“This fans not really cutting it, huh?” He gestures to the hunk of metal in the corner. You shake your head with a laugh, because as hard as it’s trying, it’s doing jack shit to help with the actual temperature of the room.

“Lean forward.” He’s fully turned to face you now, one leg folded between the two of you. He gestures for you to move closer, and you do. “Close your eyes.” Your eyes snap shut, painfully aware of how you didn’t even bother to ask why. Your curiosity is getting the better of you. 

He takes the popsicle you didn’t really eat and brings it to your collarbone. The cold sensation against your warm skin makes you gasp, but you keep your eyes closed. He traces a line with the tip of the treat along your collarbone, and you can feel it dripping down your chest. A shiver runs through you, goosebumps raising along your whole body. 

“Better?” he whispers. You nod your head, unable to form the words, and he continues to drag the popsicle along your skin, bringing it lower to the swell of your breast. The cold trickle down your skin feels really good in this heat, but there’s a growing ache between your legs you can’t stop thinking about.

The empty stick lands on the coffee table, and your eyes snap open. You’re breathing heavier than is considered normal, and Changbin is inches from your face. His eyes are tracing down your neck, watching the liquid drip down under your tank top.

“Can I?” he asks, leaning closer. Again, you nod your head, watching as he leans in. His mouth meets your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to lap up the mess. You shudder under his touch, and your hands fly up to his shoulders. Everything is hot—his mouth, his skin, your body. 

You moan as he works his way between your breasts, throwing your head back. Your brain is foggy, only able to focus on him. 

“Is this okay?” he says softly against your skin. The cool air hits the spots he’s licked away, sending tingles through your body. You nod aggressively, squeezing his shoulders to ask for more.

He leans you back against the couch’s armrest, moving a pillow behind you, before he dips back down to lap at your neck. The mess has been mostly cleaned up, but you’re both too worked up to stop.

He’s sucking softly at your skin, and his hands trail under your tank top. You moan under his touch, pulling him closer to you. He props himself up above you, looking you in the eyes. He pauses a moment, as if asking for permission. You give him a slight nod, and he closes the gap, capturing your lips with his.

The kiss is slow, tentative, careful, as if he hadn’t just had his whole tongue on you moments before. Your hands tangle in his hair, and he moans into your mouth when you tug lightly.

It grows heated quickly. Your legs wrap around his body, encouraging him to put his weight on you. His hand moves further up, squeezing your breast. Every movement makes the heat in your belly grow, and you buck your hips up against him, chasing any kind of friction.

“Bin…please,” you whisper. “More...”

Your hands trail down his sides, guiding his hips down to meet yours. He grinds against you, and you feel him through his shorts, thick and hard. You can feel your insides burning, and you’re already wet for him. He swallows your moans and sits up to pull you onto his lap.

Your lips meet again, moving sloppier and faster than before. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, and you whimper at the feeling. His hands are everywhere—your chest, your ass, your thighs. He’s grabbing and kneading at your skin, sending a buzz through you. 

“You made it…so hard not to touch you,” he grunts between kisses. “Walking around…in those shorts…no bra.” The words give you a fluttering feeling. You had sensed the attraction wasn’t one-sided, but hearing him say it out loud brought feelings of relief and excitement.

“Says you,” you say, hands drifting down his chest. “I’ve been fighting for my life since I moved in.”

That earns a chuckle from him. He moves to lift your tank top off and licks away any remnants of popsicle juice that might still be left on your chest. He moves to suck on one of your nipples, holding the other in his hand. He sucks a little harder, and the slight sting has your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. He gives your other breast the same treatment, and you grind down in his lap to relieve the tension between your legs.

“More?” he asks. 

You nod your head. “Yes—fuck, please, God yes.” 

He shuffles under you to slide down his shorts and boxers, revealing his thick cock to you. You almost choke on your own spit because, fuck, he’s girthy.

You slide off his lap to discard your shorts and underwear. You climb back in his lap, spit in your palm, and bring it to his length. You stroke him gently, watching him intently as his head falls back against the couch.

“Shit—that feels so good,” he moans. You lean forward to kiss his neck, gently sucking on the sensitive spot there. He moans louder, egging you in, and you move your hand faster. 

“You’re so big, Bin.” You nibble at his earlobe and whisper low. “If I’d have known, I would’ve pounced on you a lot sooner.”

“Don’t say that to me right now .” He’s smiling, but there’s a serious undertone in his voice. “Or I’m gonna come.”

And you’d love nothing more. But before you get the chance to increase your pace, he grabs your wrist tight and yanks it away. You don’t even get the chance to protest before he’s dragging his fingers through your folds.

“Oh, fuck!” you cry out as he slips two fingers inside of you. You fall onto his chest, squeezing his shoulders tight. Your head starts to spin as he increases his pace, and you can hear how wet you are. 

“You sound so pretty,” he whispers in your ear. “So warm and wet.” He’s still fucking into you at a relentless pace, and the heat in your body is reaching to its peak.

“Bin, fuck, I’m gonna—,” you cry, gripping him for dear life. Just then, he slows his pace down, leaving you whining at your denied orgasm.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he says. “I want to feel you come around me, if you’ll let me.” You lean back to look at him, his eyes begging you for more. You nod your head quickly and bring him in for a kiss. He kisses you back gently, slowly easing his fingers out. You whine at the loss, but he’s soon moving you into a better position.

You prop yourself up on your knees, keeping your balance on his shoulders, as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Ready?” he asks, gripping your waist. You reply with a quick “mhm” and take a deep breath.

You lower yourself down slowly as he guides you onto his cock, moaning in unison as the head enters you. The stretch stings a bit, but it feels so good.

“You’re taking me so well,” he says, letting out a deep breath and flashing you a smile. Inch by inch, you take him, feeling him nice and deep inside you. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before he helps you rock back and forth.

“S-so big—,” you whine, your forehead falling against his. Your foreheads are still damp from the heat, skin still sticky from a mixture of sweat, popsicle, and spit. “Fuck, Bin—faster.”

Your legs are already shaking at his sides, and he takes over. His hands squeeze your hips hard as he thrusts up into you, fast and rough.

“So fuckin’ tight, baby,” he grunts. The sounds of him smacking against you fill the room. Your cunt is soaked, and you can feel the heat in your belly bubbling back up again.

“Close, close,” you warn him, and your head falls to his shoulder. 

He wraps one arm around you tightly and moves his hand to your clit. His fingers make quick but gentle circles around your nub, and you’re seeing stars.

“Oh—fuck! Changbin!” you cry out as the heat boils over, sending shockwaves through your body. Your entire body spasms around him, and you feel yourself leaking around him.

He fucks you through the aftershocks, careful to be gentle and not overstimulate you. But you want him to feel good, too. You need him to.

You brace yourself to take control and ride him in earnest. You’re slamming into his cock, sensitivity be damned. He’s moaning your name through it, holding onto you. You feel him twitch inside of you, and you know that he’s close.

“Come for me, Bin,” you moan in his ear. “Fill me up.”

He breaks seconds later, filling you up with his hot white liquid. You slow your pace until he finishes, and collapse against his chest. You’re both breathing heavily, sweaty bodies pressed together.

“You’re incredible,” he breathes out, rubbing your back. 

You sit up straight to kiss him again, cupping his face in your hands. “That was…so good…God, you’re so hot.” He smiles at your compliment, kissing you back.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

He helps you off of him, and you try to keep everything from leaking out of you. He leads you into his bathroom and warms up the water. He cleans you up gently, even helping you wash your hair.

You both dry off and grab some clean pjs from your room before meeting back in the living room.

He plops down on the couch next to you, and his arm reaches around you to pull you close. It’s still hot as fuck in your apartment, but you wouldn’t dare move away. You can’t help but giggle at the situation that’s unfolded.

“What?” he asks, laughing with you even though he’s not sure why.

“Jisung said I needed to get laid,” you chuckle. “He’s going to have a field day when he finds out.”

“He’s one to talk,” Changbin laughs. “He’s been crushing on Minho for years and hasn’t done a thing about it.”

“I know, right? God, he’s so blind that poor boy’s in love with him.”

You spend a good amount of time just cuddling and talking on the couch. It feels really, really nice. You’re not exactly sure what any of it means, but you know you want it to keep going.

“Bin,” you whisper after the conversation comes to a lull.

“Hmm?” he hums.

“This is…nice. I know this living situation is only temporary—”

“Temporary?” he asks, looking at you with a confused expression. “I never said it was temporary.”

“Oh.” You look back at him with the same confusion written on your face. “I just thought you might want your space back.”

He adjusts himself so he’s looking directly at you, and holds both of your hands in his. “You moved into my space, my home, and into my heart. I never want you to leave.”

The confession makes your face grow hot again. You’re giddy and glad that this wasn’t a one-time thing. “Okay,” you manage to squeak out. “I won’t leave.” 

He leans forward to kiss you, and a warm, fuzzy feeling washes over you. Home. This feels like home.

“What now?” you ask, leaning back against the couch.

“Hmmm…” He thinks for a moment. “We could break in your new bed frame.” “Absolutely.”

Chan

Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin

“Wanna go again?”

But his cock was already rubbing against your sensitive clit when he whispered in your ear. The ragged breath that followed made his question sound more like a desperate suggestion.

Beneath him, you were still evening your breath from the burst of blissed out sensation he’d brought upon you just moments ago. Your eyes closed and lips parted and legs trembling, his release trickled out of your cunt onto his car seat. With the pads of his forefinger and middle finger, he rubbed the thick fluid and smeared it gently over your clit, making you squirm at the sensation.

In the cramped space of the backseat where there was little to no extent to stretch your legs and arms, your body had become weary and stiff, and yet as if enchanted, “yes… yes, please…”

Carefully he parted your legs more to make room for him to move. His strained grunts fanned against the side of your face as he sank the tip of his cock into the warmth that enveloped him leisurely just less than twenty minutes prior. Your whines dammed up his ears as he slid in his length all the way to the base into your warm walls, the thin ooze of your juice made it easy and pleasant.

“You even said please,” he stared at your lips for a moment, before shaking his head to leave the thoughts behind, and kissed your blushed cheek instead, “my pleasure, darling.”

…

THUMP!

A chain of curses flew out of Changbin’s lips as he rubbed the back of his head to ease the sting. It was the umpteenth time he got distracted and bumped his head against the hood of the SUV he was working on since early that morning.

The erotic images from a couple nights prior constantly crept into his mind like a stubborn colony of ants crawling up at the smell of a bread crumb. He snorted at his own incapability to drive away that memory.

What he had with you was nothing more than a sexual arrangement he had shamelessly and half-jokingly proposed on a random movie night after an accidental makeout. Being childhood and long-time best friends, he hadn’t expected you to say yes, let alone so easily as if it was an arrangement for another movie night. Twice a week you both ended up seeing each other to satiate your lustful needs, which progressively intensified to a regular agenda he came to anticipate the more he got to have a taste of you.

But the reminiscent of those passionate nights had begun to take up too much space in his everyday life. He pictured how your body writhed under him, how you called his name time and time again, how your hands reached to caress his neck and bring him close, how your hair was damp with sweat, how effortlessly beautiful you were naked.

He wondered if it would affect him the same if he were to pleasure someone else—someone he wasn’t falling in love with.

Damn that arrangement. If only he had been a little braver that day to propose something more romantic than occasional sex. A relationship, for an instance. But he was too cowardly, afraid that the decades of friendship would shatter just because he looked at you as somebody so much more than just a friend.

His train of thought was cut short by a familiar ragged engine sound in the distance.

Changbin wasn’t a tad bit surprised when he saw a familiar old blue sedan nearing and lining up in the lot of the Car Wash and Auto Detailing where he spent most of his days. Through the wide open windows Keshi’s ANGOSTURA pierced through the warm spring air. The bluetooth he had put in the old car’s stereo two months ago seemed to work fine.

He dropped the wrenches and walked over to greet the driver he had gotten bored of seeing.

“At this point just tell me you can’t stand being away from me too long,” he said when you climbed out of your car. He wiped the grime remnants off his fingers with a washcloth that was already besmirched with stains of motor oil. “But we’re fully booked today. Come back in a week.”

“Is that how you talk to your loyal customer?” He couldn’t hold his grin when you clung to his arm, wearing your fakest heartbroken pout and woeful eyes to get him taking your car in for repair. Again. This was the third time in the last two months.

The car was well nigh crumbling. At first he had always thought there was too much work where it wasn’t worth the sweat he and his team shed and definitely not the large sum you set aside from your paycheck. But the car was one of the last of your brother’s possessions he let you have before he passed away nine years ago. Changbin knew you wouldn’t give up on the ancient vehicle before it totally gave up on you first. And giving up on you was what the car had been doing hence the amount of repairs it needed in a short period of time. It was only a matter of time until the car succumbed to its demise. Until then, Changbin was willing to fix anything there was to fix for you.

But where’s the fun if he didn’t playfully insult the junk you treasured most?

“You’d be faster on foot.” Changbin remarked with a snort after a quick check.

You weren’t aware of the dirty smudges from his coveralls smearing your pleated skirt and white pullover as you kept on pestering him by clinging to his arm. In spite of his indifference, he discreetly relished in every second of that physical contact.

“I’m always on time,” you pleaded, “so please?”

“Chan got himself this antique convertible car of his dream but his carport is too small for two cars to squeeze in,” he spun on his heel and headed off to the repairing station, nodding his chin in the direction where a shiny red Hyundai sedan, Chan’s old car, was parked in the corner, “he wants to get rid of her as soon as possible. What do you think?”

Changbin knew you wouldn’t give a damn. But Chan asked him to talk you into purchasing the car just in case.

As predicted, you gave the red Hyundai an uninterested glance before stalking behind him towards a customer’s car he mended. He pulled out a wrench from the pocket of his coveralls and bent over the SUV’s engine. He added half-heartedly, “save the money and save more from your monthly paycheck for four to five months. I’ll talk to Chan if you’re interested.”

“Or you can take the money and fix my car for me,” you insisted, looking over your shoulder at a black mustang parked in the lot reserved for the staff. A majestic vehicle that was the silent witness of a number of obscene activities shared between you two. “Besides, you haven’t paid your car off yet, have you?”

“No,” he replied casually, getting a little too entertained by your persistence, “but I’m taking care of that just fine, so your point is?”

You leaned against the SUV’s door with folded arms, “you're not very friendly right now.”

Changbin chuckled, “I don’t think we’ve been very friendly to each other these days.”

“Meaning?”

At the sight of your innocently curled eyebrows, Changbin bursted out laughing. His mouth ran faster than his brain sometimes. No regrets. But he was relieved you failed to grasp what he meant. “Forget it.”

“So how long does my car need to be in the workshop?”

He placed both hands on his hips, fingers hooked onto his coveralls pockets.

“A week maybe,” he glanced at your sedan, a mischievous glint flashed in his gaze when he looked back at you, “but like I said we’re fully booked right now and I don’t suppose we’d get even a tad bit available for the next couple of weeks. I’m gonna need more people to fix every troubled part of your car if you want it back faster, that means we’re gonna be short-staffed at the carwash station.”

It was supposed to be a mindless joke that shouldn’t be taken into consideration.

You were supposed to climb into the passenger seat of his mustang.

He was supposed to give you a ride home as usual.

But then you asked if there was a spare uniform and where the locker room was. Changbin laughed and shooed you away to your next agenda, even almost took off his coveralls and drove you home, but Jisung and the other staff in the carwash station had been in fact overwhelmed with the queue of customers even before Changbin could drag some of them into the repairing station to help fix your car.

“I don’t have anything to do at home anyway,” you insisted, winking an eye at him.

He thought it wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of hands.

Until you came out of the staff room and he gave himself a mental punch in the face because the only spare uniform was impossibly tight.

One could say the same thing about his coveralls that not only did its tight fit flaunt his impeccably sculpted pecs, it was also parading his perfectly round ass and his bulging arms that the short sleeves could barely provide a cover for. It was safe to say he had attracted a good number of loyal customers with his build alone. Adding his sexy brain and charming nature to the mix, he became a target of flirting remarks and dinner invitations. The workshop had easily dodged financial crisis, happy ending.

But this time it wasn’t about him.

The polo top of the carwash team’s uniform was so tight around your neck that you left the top buttons undone. The hem of the shirt barely covered your waist and couldn’t be tucked into the waistband of the shorts that there was a good portion of skin every time you bent over. And the shorts… they hugged your ass nicely. Way too nicely that it left a pinch to imagination—to his imagination precisely.

Apart from sneaky glances of curiosity, the other staff gave little to no further interest and focused on their respective chores. But that was mainly because they knew who they were going to deal with if they stared too long. Changbin was already hard to please, so fishing out even a little bit of his wrath would be like digging their own grave.

The hood of your sedan was opened. Changbin bent over to check the engine. He tried, because his gaze kept straying away towards the carwash station. It would’ve been better if Jisung had offered spare coveralls. It was getting harder to look away especially from the shorts because he knew what was beneath—

THUMP!

How many more times did he have to bump his head against a car hood? He internally scoffed at his questionable professionalism in your presence.

“You okay?” Chan was approaching with his usual essential tools in hand. “You’ve been very distracted.”

From the grin stretching on the older’s face, it was safe to assume Chan knew exactly what—or who—had caused that distraction but chose to tease the younger either way. “I wonder what makes her terribly oblivious when you’re this obvious.”

“Mhm,” Changbin agreed, “but I used to hide it very well.”

Chan opened the door and checked the dashboard warning lights, before immediately sliding out again. He looked in the direction of the carwash station where you and Jisung were guiding the cars into, “I’m surprised your possessive ass didn’t run riot when she came out in that. Our customers are very pleased with the view, you see.”

Changbin knew what Chan was talking about, but Jisung wasn’t assigned—as per Changbin’s own request—beside you to solely ensure you did your part well. Changbin trusted the younger could stave off anyone who crossed the line.

“My advice,” said Chan, settling a creeper in position, “don’t wait too long.”

Changbin snorted, and Chan slid under your car.

You were spraying excessive dirt off of a jeep as it was loaded into the wash. Jisung pointed at the spots that needed an extra cleaning while spraying dead bugs off of the windshield himself.

As soon as you were done and Jisung was guiding the jeep to steer into the wash, the driver instead rolled the window down and spoke to you.

Changbin didn’t have to come closer to catch the jock’s eyes falling to your lower half more often than they should. You laughed at something the driver had said, whipping your head around and looking directly at where Changbin was no longer bending over and was instead standing by the bumpers of your car with folded arms.

He didn’t want to jump into conclusions and thought you were speaking about him to the man as you could’ve talked about your wrecked car or about Chan on the creeper under your car or perhaps even something else entirely different. It wasn’t until the man offered him an awkward grin and a flash of annoyance before rolling up the window and entering the wash.

Changbin wasn’t curious about what you might have told that man at first. But seeing Jisung busted a gut beside you and shook his head while looking at him, Changbin couldn’t help but internally enquiring what could be so funny.

…

The sun had almost set and the majority of the staff had gone home. After showering, Changbin scurried over to his car. He organised his belongings on the backseat and wiped the leather seat clean (that was already clean). He did the same to the front passenger seat. Then he sat behind the wheel, waiting.

An overwhelming scent of musk from his perfume occupied every nook of the interior of his mustang, and wearing perfume wasn’t part of his routine going home. Usually he would only give his body a quick rinse to wash off the grime and dust after having spent the whole day grappling with stinky engines, and settle on a proper shower at home. Not this time.

He didn’t wait long before the passenger door swung open and you rushed inside with your own bag and a chunky looking tote on your lap. The floral scent of your perfume mixed with his musk made the smell inside his car a little dizzying, like walking in the aisle of an endless row of perfume shops.

“Do you not have anything less bigger?” You tried to adjust the hem of the black hoodie that buried your frame in its thick fleece. There was a reason why you had bolted from the shower room to the parking lot... “And maybe some pants?”

Changbin leaned over to you all of a sudden, causing you to recline back onto the seat in surprise. The back of his hand subtly grazed over your bare thigh when he fastened your seatbelt.

“You look amazing.” He teased, starting the engine and departing to the main road.

The chunky tote bag was borrowed from Jisung for your half-wet pullover and skirt. Changbin had tried to wash the motor oil stains off of your clothes earlier with soap and baking soda, and while the remaining light brown patch, like tea stain, wouldn’t have been noticeable on any darker fabric, it was a different case when it came to white clothes. Of course.

“Sorry about your clothes. I’ll buy you prettier ones.” Said he when you tossed your bag and the tote onto the backseat.

“Partly my fault for hugging you and wearing white to the workshop, but I’ll take the offer. I’m free tomorrow.”

He briefly glanced at you with an annoying wriggle of his brow, “is it a date?”

“What else? Field trip?”

He giggled.

“By the way, the jeep driver,” he cleared his throat, “what did he say to you?”

“Just some stuff about his dick,” you shrugged, then your eyes narrowed in a teasing manner, “you already stared when I looked. Why?”

“Gotta make sure you do your job right.”

“So you were definitely not staring at a particular pair of cheeks?”

His crooked smile was enough of a confession.

He slowly pushed the brake as the vehicles around were beginning to move slower. “And what did you say to him?”

“I said,” you beamed, gaze intently affixed on the smooth outline of his face, trying to catch even the subtlest changes in his expression at your response, “it’s hard to satisfy me when the inside of my cunt is already reshaped into the shape of my boyfriend’s big dick.”

Changbin subconsciously clenched his jaw. Something twitched down there.

“Jisung thought it was funny,” you added, “but then he actually asked if I was serious about your cock’s size. He wasn’t the least bit interested in whether or not you’re really my boyfriend…”

“Everybody thought I am.” He said.

“…or whether or not we actually fuck. Is it way too obvious what we do behind closed doors?” You chuckled.

“Chan and Jisung know I’d be with you most of the time when I don’t have work, and according to Jisung I smell like you sometimes. It’s not rocket science for them to piece things together.” Now Changbin wasn’t sure what he felt when he said these things. It was always obscure to him. He got turned on at the thought that you’d willingly use him whenever somebody tried to flirt with you, but at the same time, the way you talked about these things so casually cracked his ego a little bit.

He was going to say something but you beat him to it.

“I gotta tell them that you start everything most of the time because look, a little compliment for your dick and there it is,” Your eyes dropped to the tent he didn’t realise had formed in the middle of his sweats, “let me help you with that?”

Grey sweats were not made to hide a bulge. Not that he was embarrassed, not after you had so casually praised his cock when you knew all too well how it would affect him. But the thing was, he couldn’t possibly say yes to your kind offer in the middle of traffic, could he?

He could. His needs overpowered his common sense and it showed when he took your hand and placed it over his erection.

You smiled in triumph, giving his clothed cock soft strokes with your palm, deliberately pressing your hand over what felt like the head of his half-erected cock. Your hand slipped inside through the waistband, holding the warm girth in your palm. A couple of gentle strokes later, your thumb rubbed over the tip, playing with the sensitive flesh until not long after there was an evident wet patch on the grey fabric indicating his precum. Just a little more… you could see it from his face and muffled groans.

But your hand slipped out.

“Baby…” Changbin clutched your wrist, stroking your skin with his thumb, “just a little more, please. I’m almost there.”

“I know,” you cooed, “I’ll make you feel better, promise.”

The vehicles barely moved, the sun was dipping below the horizon. The golden hour ebbed into nightfall quickly, guaranteeing secretion now that there wasn’t any more sunlight.

Changbin gave in to the heat of infatuation that would have him overthink once he was no longer affected by your intoxicating touches. He preferred your apartment, or at least the backseat of his car for a proper sex, but it wasn’t the time where he could push you away when you were this good.

In the meantime he had to be satisfied with sitting helplessly in the driver seat while you did all the work.

He clutched the wheel tightly, trying to remain intact into the seat despite the slow pace of your head bobbing up and down as your mouth devoured his girth, eager to swallow all the way down to the back of your throat although it was a difficult feat given the size of his length.

You kept your ass in the air and knees nailed to your seat, the hem of the hoodie rolled down and pooled around your chest. If the car windows weren’t layered with privacy films, the pretty view of your panties and firm ass would’ve been a pleasant entertainment amidst the stress of the rush hour traffic. Changbin wouldn’t have liked it.

While one hand gripped the wheel a little more loosely, the other one slithered across the arched plane of your back and further up to where he felt your wet panties. You whimpered at the touch of his fingers against your clothed cunt, making his fully hardened length twitch in your mouth at the vibration.

You sucked his cock delectably and forced yourself to swallow just a tad bit more until you could feel his tip made contact with your throat. His sweet grunts and gentle caresses on your hair were enough of praises for you, “feels good, take me so well, you’re so good…”

His fingers slipped beneath your panties, one digit sliding up and down your wet folds. He gasped when you pulled your head away completely and swirled your tongue around the head of his length, licking the precum that spilled from the slit. Instantaneously his hand clutched a handful of your hair, pushing you down to swallow his cock again, he was so fucking close at this point you could see the tip of his cock the colour of blood.

“I’m sorry, love,” his fingers ran through your hair softly as an additional apology.

You suckled his cock with a hum, too preoccupied to process what the apology was for.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he reclined back into the seat, subconsciously ramming his hips up until the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat over and over again.

Your scalp began to sting at his grasp, you whined. The sudden vibration once again sent an electric bliss to the pit of his stomach. His cock twitched inside the warm cavern of your mouth.

Tears formed in your eyes before they flew down at the intensity. Changbin’s cock grew a little bigger indicating his release, but you tried not to graze your teeth. He didn’t even realise he was holding back just to feel you longer, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

The muscles of your mouth contracted in greedy suck, your palm squeezed firm around the base of his cock that couldn’t go into your mouth, sensing how close he was to climax.

A swirl of your tongue was all it took for him to topple over. At the peak of ecstasy, he closed his eyes tight and humped his hips to feel more of your warmth and how it was drawing more and more of his release. His growls were hoarse, savouring the pleasant shockwaves you were bringing upon him.

The car behind beeped the horn at the time he slipped back to reality.

There was quite a wide gap between the bumpers of his mustang and the trunk of the sedan upfront.

“Hey…” he stroked a hand on your head, helping you off his cock and settling you back into the passenger seat, even fastening your seatbelt back on. One hand tugged at the waistband of his sweats to rest around his hips again, the other hand held the wheel and narrowed the distance with the car in front.

After managing a safe distance, he checked on you. He leaned over, ridding off the messy strands out of your face and combing your dishevelled hair.

Maybe he regretted it.

Because the tears rolling down your cheeks, the mixture of his cum and your spit gleaming in the corner of your lips, your lazy blinks, could be the sole reason for yet another climax.

That was an exaggeration of course, but his cock did twitch.

“Was I too rough?”

“No,” you sighed, smiling, “I liked it a lot.”

As all the cars seemed to move little by little, Changbin’s foot lingered in the air atop the gas pedal when he noticed a spacious gap between the cars on his left. In a matter of seconds he had reached a decision. He drifted his car into the wide gap and to the gate of a hotel.

“You’re not planning to reserve a room here now, are you?” After Changbin parked his car in the very far corner, you glanced around at the vast outdoor parking of the facility with only a few cars in sight, and looked up at the contemporary architecture of the hotel.

“We have enough space here,” he chuckled, but added quickly, “unless we’re planning on doing this all night then I’ll surely book us a room.”

“Just a quickie please,” you giggled, unbuckling your seatbelt, “but can you stay the night at my place? We can just cuddle and watch a movie and sleep.”

He agreed in a heartbeat, “I thought you wouldn’t ask.”

He unfastened his own seatbelt and reclined your seat all the way down, catching you off guard. He lifted your legs and spread them to make space for him to settle in between. Your panties were soaked.

He slid your panties up and let the fabric hang around your ankle, putting your cunt on display. Mirroring his impatience, you pulled his sweats down, his hard cock stood proud against his stomach as if he hadn’t just released pretty much a big load just moments before.

You pouted, your whine sounded more sensual than intended, “wanna blow you again so bad.”

He rubbed his cock against your folds, “what, you want me to retract back to my seat now?”

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. He smiled, “that’s what I thought.”

A wrap was fished out of the dashboard. He rolled the latex around his length.

“You can suck me later all you want,” he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead while his hand guided his cock to align with your entrance, “we’re not in a hurry anyway.”

Changbin thought he might have to keep your car longer in his workshop and make you sit pretty in the passenger seat of his car every day. He wouldn’t mind driving you to work and picking you up if that meant to see you every day.

As the pace of his pounding was progressively getting frantic, his lips moved more affectionately. He left kisses on your shoulder and your collarbones and your neck, making sure to give your skin light sucks until they were adorned by several possessive red marks.

When his lips hovered over your face, he stared at your parted lips. So plump and inviting. He looked up and you were already looking, giving away that you knew where he had been staring.

“Can I?”

It broke the rules.

Kissing on the lips is strictly forbidden as long as the benefits are strictly sexual.

You wanted to give it to someone who shared mutual romantic feelings, you had said the day when the arrangement had been made. Changbin agreed. It was too much to ask anyway.

So, it broke the rules. To make it worse, this wasn’t some sort of a romantic lovemaking where he slowly undressed you on the bed with a night skyline view and a classic love song in the background. This was a lustful quickie as a result of a mind-blowing blow job you had given him earlier.

But you cradled his face in response and he swallowed your moans in an impassioned, wet kiss. His tongue played, and it was rather rough, and yet you could feel it in the kiss that he meant it. That it wasn’t just a kiss he initiated for fun. He wanted it, and so did you.

He could’ve come at the delicious clench of your walls around his girth, but more than that, he felt his heart throbbing abnormally and his stomach tight with pleasure just because your hands cupped his hot cheeks and your thumbs swept gentle strokes on the blushing skin. It was his first kiss with you, and Lords, was it amazing.

Changbin reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to let you breathe. “Okay? Was I too rough? Too much?”

Your lips were a little swollen at this point. “I love it.”

Burying his face in your neck, he grunted, half-high, “gotta satisfy you, yeah?” His thrusts slower but deeper, “gotta reshape your walls into the shape of your boyfriend’s big dick like what you said to that man?”

Something flashed in your eyes, Changbin couldn’t make out what that meant. But you smiled at him, pulling him closer with your legs, hugging him. When he thought you weren't going to say anything, your voice tickled in his ear in a whisper, “my boyfriend’s dick.”

Your cunt swallowed his length all the way to the base. He let you feel the uncontrollable throbs of his cock. He wished he wasn’t hearing things. Boyfriend, you emphasised it.

He rolled his hips a little, making you whine all the more desperately because his cock was pressing right into the spot that gave your stomach a pleasurable knot.

The car seat was wet, stained with your release. At the same time his hips squirmed as he filled the latex with his seed.

He caressed the side of your face, lips planting kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

Boyfriend. He thought to himself. Did you mean it?

a/n: woah it's finally here... i'd put off rewriting this fic for so long. some of you who found me through insta and have read this before, might remember that this was originally leaning more towards pwp, if not very little plot, but since a lot of readers back then wanted a part 2 i thought it'd be better to add more plot. hope you guys enjoyed reading this!

also i was thinking of making a taglist on future posts so let me know in the comments if you'd like to be added! :) <3

sometimes you liked ragebaiting your boyfriend , especially when he just got home from the gym. “hey baby.” he dropped his gym bag , immediately coming to kiss you , like he always did.

“hi binnie.”

he didn’t even bother showering before crawling into bed with you. “you know, stays say you’re getting smaller.” you smirked , watching him lift his head up off your chest.

“what?”

you chuckled at his confused face. “yeah they said you looked like you were slimming down , and i gotta say binnie.” you clicked your tongue trying not to laugh. “i think they might be right.”

“you think im getting smaller? i literally started bulking again.” he said , sitting up on his knees ; it took you everything not to fold , because you loved when he bulked , and you could tell he was bulking again. “baby i can still carry you.”

“i don’t know bin , last it felt like you were gonna drop me.” you bit down on your lip to conceal your laugh.

and that’s how you found yourself suspended in the air , changbins arms tucked under your thighs as his cock drilled into you. “fuck binnie!”

he held you up with no ease , his cock hitting deep inside you. “fuck baby you’re always so tight in this position.” he grunted. “am i too small now?”

he held you up against the wall , slowly grinding into you. “look at me baby.” he grabbed your chin. “look at you.” he smirked , kissing your lips , laughing when you chased his lips , delivering a deep thrust that had you gasping at the sheer thickness that was stretching you out. “such a needy slut for my dick.”

“i can feel you tightening around , you gonna cum for me baby?”

“fuck yes!” you screamed , he moved you up and down on his dick. “binnie i’m gonna cum!”

“cum for me baby.”

he held you down on him , shaking in his arms as you came. “fuck.” he cursed as you came down from your high , slowly moving his hips as he came to his peak.

“shit.”

sitting down on the bed , holding you in his lap as he pulled you into a messy kiss , his cock half hard inside you; his neck wrapped lazily around your neck , pulling away , giving you a peck.

“you still think i can’t hold you up?” you smirked , grinding down on his cock , he hissed , his cock getting hard again.

“i don’t know , i don’t think so.”

you loved ragebaiting your man.

He checks your reactions constantly. And not just when his lips are your skin, but all the time.

It’s subtle, almost unfairly so. A quick glance, just casually making sure you’re okay whenever or wherever you are. He’s always reading you, and somehow managing to do it perfectly (which is more than mildly terrifying for someone who struggles to read themselves half the time).

Then, when he notices something, he fixes it. Like your shirt when it gets twisted, or your hair when it falls in your face, or the way you’re sitting on him if it looks uncomfortable. He never points it out, never makes it a thing. Just adjusts and moves on. Like taking care of you is second nature for him, as if it's something he's been doing without thinking for years.

It’s unsettling in the most disarming way possible, because it means you can't actually hide as easily as you thought you could.

And then there are these little pauses. The ones where he just...looks at you. Not in a dramatic way, not even enough to call him out on it. He doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything. So, in retrospect, it shouldn’t matter.

But holy shit, it does. It matters a lot.

Small things. Easy to miss. Unless you’re looking for them. And now, unfortunately, you are.

Why is it unfortunate?

Because the more time you spend with him, the more details reveal themselves. Details you really really like.

You’d think being best friends with him for so many years, you would’ve clocked at least some of these already. But the closer you get, the more you realize you were too caught up in your own head, too focused on yourself to really see him before.

And now that you do, there’s no unseeing him. There's no denying just how intense your feelings for Changbin have become, and how scarily fast they're starting to grow.

“You’re staring again,” he says casually from his spot next to you on the couch.

“No, I’m not,” you shoot back, a little too quick. “I was zoning out, and you just happened to be there.”

“Mhm,” he hums, clearly entertained by your weak excuse, finally turning his head to look at you.

Fuck, he's got that look in his eyes. The one that says you’ve amused him, and thus captured his entire attention.

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t ‘mhm’ me.”

“Why not?” He leans in, way too easily, like your answer won’t change anything anyway.

“Because…” your voice falters, pulse beginning to spike.

“Because…?” he echoes, softer now, his lips hovering just short of yours.

There’s no rush; there never is. Just this quiet certainty that something is about to happen. It feels so familiar by this point, and it pulls you into the moment without any effort.

And like always, you can't help but go quiet under his gaze.

Changbin’s eyes scan over your face for a mere moment before he leans in further. Again, something easy to miss if you didn’t already know what he's doing.

He’s reading you.

And maybe that’s what makes this so damn frustrating. Because that part clashes with everything else about him during moments like this.

Honestly, he’s looking at you like he’ll have you no matter what you say, no matter what you do. Like one way or another, he’s going to kiss you, and you won’t dare stop him.

But underneath all of that confidence, there’s respectful restraint.

You’ve always had an out. You still do. Even now, when the back of his fingers gently drift over your leg, and your brain short-circuits.

He’s patient. Respectful. Somehow able to make you feel like the most desirable person in the world while never making you feel guilty for stopping him halfway.

You exhale slowly, eyes fluttering closed as he closes the distance, his lips brushing yours in that annoyingly gentle way he does before he actually kisses you properly.

And sure enough -- there it is. Your bottom lip caught between his teeth before he closes the space completely, guiding you back toward the couch with steady, careful pressure.

His hand finds your lower back, warm and sure, fingers spreading over the fabric of your shirt as he eases you backward, slowly crawling his way on top of you.

Your back meets the couch, soft and quiet, and he follows, catching himself before his full weight lands on you, one arm braced beside your head, the other still at your back.

You expect a pause. There isn’t one. His lips never leave yours.

If anything, the kiss deepens. Your hands find his shirt without thinking, his shoulders something solid to hold onto as everything narrows down to the rhythm of his breathing and the slow, steady press of his mouth against yours.

You let yourself sink further into the cushions, the space between you shrinking as you tug him down by his collar, bringing him closer.

And yet still, you sense restraint.

Somewhere in the way he kisses you, in the way his hands hold you, there’s a quiet implication that it's hard for him to fully let go.

Like you could ruin him without even trying.

His weight against you is everything in this moment, as his lips trail to your neck. The change draws a quiet breath from you. Your hands slip into his hair and your body arches into his.

Even now, there’s no rush. No sudden push for more. No impatience. Just the warmth of his lips against your skin and the occasional nibble just below your ear.

With his lips still buried in your neck, both his hands find your waist. He adjusts you underneath him with easy control, guiding your hips so they align with his. Your body follows his lead as he settles between your legs, finally able to create friction with a subtle jerk of his hips, moving against you with a deep inhale.

That pulls a breathless reaction from you in form of his name, the small moan leaving your lips before you can stop it.

He stays there, every movement slow and controlled, letting the moment stretch on instead of rushing past it. A small rut of his hips, a firm squeeze of your waist, a gentle groan into your neck.

For the past month, this has been the line. Where your thoughts start to race faster than you can keep up, and suddenly you’re hyper-aware of everything. Every place he touches, every shift of pressure, every curve and fold of your body beneath him -- until the awareness turns overwhelming, and you can’t stop thinking about how big you must feel under his hands.

Usually you just press against his chest, pull away or push him off, laugh or ask him to stop.

And he always listens. Changbin has never once insisted on going further than you felt comfortable. Never once made you feel like you owed him anything for the way he touches you. Actually, he’s the opposite. He's frustratingly patient.

That should make this easier, right? That should be enough to quiet the doubt in your heart and anxiety in your head.

But it isn't.

Something quiet and mean formed in your mind years ago, and it never really left. The kind of thought that doesn’t feel like a thought anymore, but rather self-hate you learned as fact and never questioned.

Your body isn’t the kind people want. You're not sexy. You never were and you never will be. He's not enjoying this. He's tolerating your figure because he has to. He would prefer someone else, someone...smaller.

Even with Changbin borderline worshipping your curves every chance he gets, believing someone actually craves you doesn't come easily.

But you desperately want to believe Changbin wants you and to show him how badly you want him too. If anything, you don't want whatever this is that you have with him to fizzle out just because you're self-conscious about letting him fuck you.

So, you won't stop him this time. Even though he'll probably cringe at seeing you naked and you'll probably be permanently traumatized, it's better to be judged and laughed at than end up alone, watching him walk away.

Changbin stills. Then he lifts his head from your neck and gently smiles down at you.

For a second, you think he’s just pausing to look at you because he does that sometimes, although you still aren't sure exactly why.

But then his hands slip away, he leans down and kisses your nose and then your cheek.

When you blink, he’s already pulling away, sitting up, and offering you a hand to help you do the same.

Your stomach drops as he guides you upright with an easy, careful lift. “I didn’t say stop.”

“I know, but that’s usually where you ask to stop, so..."

The words hit harder than they should.

Usually.

Of course, he’s been paying attention. Tracking your boundaries even when you don’t say them out loud. Memorizing the exact point where your breathing changes, where your hands get tense, where you start to get stiff.

“I don’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for," he says, gently tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“But aren't you at least a little disappointed?"

He frowns, confused. “Why would I be?”

“I mean…I’m not exactly delivering on the whole friends-with-benefits thing.”

Little by little, the confusion folded in his brow smooths out. His gaze lingers on you a fraction longer before he looks away, the softness in his expression pulling back and replaced with something more guarded and more distant.

“Oh.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“For what exactly?”

“Making this awkward.” You let out a quiet chuckle. “I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never…done this before, if you couldn't tell.”

The silence that follows isn’t long, but it's heavy.

"Me neither."

You've made him upset. He's upset at you.

“But,” you add quickly, filling the space before it stretches too far, “I'm ready to take things to the next level now. I won't make you wait any longer, I promise."

“Yeah,” he says immediately, running a hand through his hair and over his jawline. “I get it. I mean, it's fine. I don't mind waiting."

But it doesn’t feel fine. And it definitely doesn’t sound fine.

"Changbin, I'm sorry if I frustrated you by always making us stop in the middle. I was just, you know, nervous. But I'm okay now."

You take his hand and place it on your upper thigh, but the moment you see his thumb on a stretch mark, a flicker of self-consciousness runs through you, even as you try to hold his gaze and pretend it doesn’t matter.

He sighs, "I'm glad you're not nervous anymore." He pulls his hand away. "But I'm not feeling it today."

Then he stands, gathering himself with his hands in his pockets.

"Actually a bit tired. I think I’ll head out early."

And then he leaves.

Not abruptly. Not coldly. He still presses a kiss to your forehead and reminds you to text him when you go to bed, still smiles before closing the door.

But something’s different.

And it stays different.

For weeks.

::

It’s not like Changbin to avoid you. And technically, he isn't.

He shows up every few days, jokes around before dropping onto the couch, eats your food, watches your TV, listens to your day. So, on the surface, everything seems okay.

But it’s not.

He hasn’t once tried to kiss you since that night, let alone make out with you. Every time you try to start anything, he shuts it down before you can even kiss his cheek.

It’s never obvious. Never enough to call him out without sounding ridiculous. He’ll laugh it off, redirect, brush your hand away like he just wasn’t paying attention, act like it doesn’t matter.

But it does. It really does. Because he used to meet you halfway – no, more than halfway.

And now…he just doesn’t.

He’s still kind. Still Changbin in all the ways that made you like him in the first place. He sits next to you, walks with you, talks like nothing’s changed.

But something definitely has.

It's as if he’s overthinking every inch of space between you instead of just existing in it. His eyes don’t linger on you the way they used to, although he's still reading you every chance he gets. But it feels…different now.

The way he looks at you is different.

It was subtle enough that you doubted yourself at first, but once you noticed it, you couldn't deny it. Something changed. But he never told you what it was!

And now it's messing with your head in bigger and bigger ways. Replaying conversations. Overthinking pauses. Inserting meaning into silences that used to feel safe.

Something is going down between you two, and you keep waiting for him to bring it up, but Changbin isn't addressing it directly like he usually does.

Not that you’ve tried to address it either, but that's his job! You're the chaotic, insecure, avoidant one, and he's the calm, responsible, communicative one!

Your lips press together as the realization settles uncomfortably in your chest. This isn’t just him being busy, or distracted, or giving you space.

He's…pulling away. But can you really be surprised? This wouldn't be the first time someone's gotten tired of you, after all.

Damn it, of course, he’s tired of trying. It's all because of you!

How many times did he lean in, touch you like you were something worth wanting, only for you to hesitate? To cut him off? To make him second-guess?

You drag a hand over your face, pacing your room like that’s going to chase the thought out of your head. Obviously, you're never going to be that girl, anyway. A guy like him? Wanting you like that? Wanting you at all?

That was already pushing it.

And yet somehow, you still managed to fuck it up.

You had something with him, something at least semi-real. Perhaps the realest thing a girl like you will ever get the chance at having. And you let it slip through your fingers before you even let yourself fully have it.

And even worse…you might’ve ruined the best friendship you’ve ever had, too.

You swallow hard, pacing slowing to a stop.

It can’t stay like this. One of you has to confront things. If he won't, then you will. The only other option is to keep guessing and spiraling and filling in blanks with the worst possible explanations and then crashing out.

But for once, you don’t want to be passive about it. You don’t want to wait for him to fix it, or pretend it’ll go back to normal if you ignore it long enough.

You have to be the one to say something. Even if it’s awkward. Even if you say it wrong. Even if it makes your chest feel like it’s about to cave in and all your coping mechanisms malfunction.

You exhale slowly, steadying yourself.

No jokes this time. No deflecting. No pretending this is anything less than what it is. The conversation you should’ve had weeks ago needs to happen today.

Your fingers hover over your phone for a second before you finally type out a text, simple and to the point:

[y/n] can we talk? actually talk?

You stare at it for a second, heart pounding like you're being chased by a madman. And then you hit send.

[binnie] Sure. When?

[y/n] tonight. my place? ill order pizza

[binnie] 👍

::

When he knocks, you don’t hesitate. You open the door with a small, sweet smile, doing your best to act like the bath robe you're wearing isn’t suspicious – it’s completely normal to answer the door like this at 10:58pm on a weeknight.

Changbin gives you a flat smile in return. It’s more than you expected, if you’re being honest.

“Come on in,” you say, stepping aside to let him pass.

The moment feels way too formal. You’re both used to Changbin just letting himself in because your space has also become his at this point. But now there’s a pause and a politeness that wasn’t there before. It makes your skin itch.

He toes off his shoes and follows you to the living room, to the place where you usually hang out and to the couch where you usually…well, where you used to spend most of your time together.

Watching him drop into that spot on the couch feels almost surreal after weeks of it being mostly empty. There’s something strangely comforting about seeing him settled into your space again, like nothing’s changed. Especially there. That exact spot.

The one that started all of this.

You didn’t tell him to sit there, and maybe it’s better that way.

You lower yourself beside him, leaving a small gap between your knees, your hands already fidgeting with the tie of your robe because if they don't do something, you might go insane.

“So,” he says, looking over at you with little expectation, “what’d you want to talk about?”

You’re not surprised he isn’t expecting much from this conversation. Not like you’ve ever been the confrontational type. And you haven't exactly given him a reason to think you’d suddenly sit him down and say what actually needs to be said. But you’re trying to be better. At least, for him.

“I’ll just get straight to the point if that's okay, umm,” you clear your throat. “Recently, I feel like you’ve been pulling away.”

Oh shit, you didn't know the shift in his face would be so immediate. Something flickers in his eyes. Was that guilt? Maybe he's just a little caught off guard. He doesn’t say anything. Just looks at you, waiting to see where you’re going with this.

So you keep going.

“And I know why.”

“You do?” he swallows.

You nod. “Yeah. And…I want you to know that, I'm ready.”

There’s a pause. “Ready for what?” he repeats slower, trying to understand what you mean.

Instead of explaining with words – because you've used enough of them already – you stand in front of him and let the robe slip from your shoulders and fall quietly to the floor.

The moment remains suspended for several seconds as he takes in your body wrapped up in familiar black lace, black buckles around your thighs, and a black mini skirt resting just above your ass.

And all of a sudden, he's taken right back to that first night.

To the first time you danced for him. The first time he felt himself get addicted to your weight on his lap. His heart starts racing automatically in anticipation, and his skin starts reacting as if you're already on top of him. Even his scalp starts tingling like your fingers are already threaded throughout his hair, gently pulling it to tilt his chin and capture his lips. Oh god, his lips are dry. He runs his tongue over them once, twice, hoping it doesn't make him seem like he's drooling (but it wouldn't be a lie).

Fuck, you're beautiful. But it’s not just that you look good. It’s not the way you’re dressed, or how much skin you're showing, or how sexy you are when you get dolled up for him.

It’s you. All of you.

The way you’re standing there, a little tense, a little eager, hands fidgeting with the strap of your bra like you’re trying to hold yourself together. The way your eyes don’t quite stay on his and the tips of your ears get warm under his gaze.

You look so nervous. You look so real. You look so fucking pretty.

His gaze lingers longer than it should, considering your relationship is unclear and you don't belong to him in any sense. But you're here right now, allowing him to see you like this, and his eyes begin softening without him realizing it. He’s taking you in, piece by piece, not to judge, not to compare…just to see you.

And all he can think is how unfair it is that you don’t seem to understand what he’s seeing.

How can you stand there, right in front of him, and not realize that there’s nothing for him to pick apart? There's nothing to fix. Nothing to hesitate over. Nothing to hate. Nothing to laugh at.

All he can do is gawk and stare at you. Just you. Perfect, beautiful you.

You want to shrink under his gaze and run away, because it feels like it’s been minutes of you just standing here, practically naked, while he sits there unblinking, jaw open, eyelids fluttering, and wrists limp.

But you're not going to run away this time. If you back out now, you really will lose him forever. You have to see this through to the end, all the way…even if it's scary.

You step closer before you can overthink it, closing the space and settling into his lap. Maybe if you recreate the moment when everything felt right, it’ll fix everything that went wrong.

“I won’t pull away this time,” you whisper softly. “I won’t stop you. Do whatever you want to me. Just please don't leave.”

Your lips meet his, and for a second he just lets it happen.

Whatever restraint he’d been holding onto slips loose, and he seems to melt underneath you. His shoulders drop while his body becomes completely unguarded, following your every lead without hesitation. His eyes roll back in his head, and his hands firmly latch onto your ass, kneading and pulling you further onto his lap.

But just as your hips roll against him, his breath hitches and his body flinches, like he's been startled out of a daydream.

“Wait, wait,” he suddenly mutters into the kiss, pulling back just enough to break the momentum, hands easing you back with a careful touch. “What’s happening right now?”

Your confidence – which wasn't much to begin with – immediately falters. “I told you, I'm ready to let you go all the way.”

“Why are you suddenly offering to do that?”

“I don't want to upset you anymore,” you reply slowly, eyes falling, words much quieter than you mean them to be.

“So, let me get this straight. I got upset, and your first reaction is to let me fuck you?”

“Well…yeah?”

You're not sure exactly what reaction you were anticipating, but a fond chuckle was definitely not it. And in some weird way, it makes you think he understands you more than you understand yourself right now.

Changbin laces his fingers behind your ass so you can sit against them comfortably, adjusting you in his lap and looking up at you with gentle – dare you say – loving eyes.

When you’re settled, he tips his head back slightly, his usual, gentle smile that you've missed so terribly finally appearing in all its boyish glory.

“Do you think I was upset because you always stopped us before we had sex?”

You shrug. “What else would it be?”

“Actually, I was upset because you think we have a friends with benefits relationship,” he explains kindly.

“Isn't that what this is?”

“I guess for some people, it could be. But that's never how I saw us. And I never wanted that.”

“You never wanted me?”

“No, that's not what I meant! I want you, believe me. Like, holy fuck, I want you. But I thought we were dating,” he admits bashfully. “So, when you said we were just friends with benefits, it kind of broke my heart a little bit.”

“Oh…oh!”

It lands all at once, and you freeze, suddenly hyper-aware of everything at once: the way you’re sitting in his lap, his hands on your ass, what you’re wearing, what you were just trying to do.

Any left over confidence drains from your face so fast, immediately turning into visible embarrassment. You let out a nervous laugh, gesturing vaguely down at yourself and how absurd this all looks.

“So this was probably not the right idea, huh?” you say, half joking, half cringing.

“I mean, I'm not mad about it,” Changbin smirks playfully, exaggerating a lip bite just to make you giggle for real. “But I also don't want you to do it because you think sex will fix me being upset about something.”

“Sorry.”

“And to be clear – look at me,” he gently cups your cheeks, holding your eyes intentionally focused on his, “I'm not upset at you. I'm just…disappointed that we misunderstood each other this whole time.”

“Yeah, well that one was on me,” you say with a sigh, relaxing into his arms and dropping a little closer to his chest.

“No, I should have done a better job at treating you like my girlfriend instead of my friend I make out with.”

“You do treat me like a girlfriend,” you insist, mindlessly fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, just above the waistband of his sweats. “I'm just not used to being one.”

That makes him pause. Not in a bad way, just in a thoughtful way. Leave it to Changbin to actually take you seriously instead of letting your casual comment pass.

His expression softens, and he tilts his head cutely as if something has just clicked into place.

“Okay,” he says slowly, wrapping his arms around you again, tighter this time. “Then what are some things I can do to make sure you feel like my girlfriend?”

It’s an honest question. Just one you weren't necessarily prepared for. He already knows you way better than you know him, so to see him trying to understand you better than he already does makes your heart swell.

Without even thinking about it, your body leans into him, less guarded, more natural. Your hands find his skin absentmindedly, fingers brushing the back of his neck, then playing with his hair as if the very action soothes your nerves. Everything slows, your heartbeat, your thoughts, his eyelids when he blinks up at you.

“Could I come over to your place more often?”

“Of course, baby,” he says easily. “You can come over whenever you want even if I’m not there. Do you want a key?”

“Oh, well, maybe I don’t need quite that much right now,” you answer shyly, the offer sending goosebumps across your skin.

“Got it. I’ll get you a toothbrush and some hair ties for the bathroom. How does that sound?”

You beam. “That’s perfect.”

You're not sure who leans in first this time. Perhaps it doesn't really matter when his lips land on yours, somehow sweeter and softer than they've ever felt.

It starts small, just a quick peck. Then another. And another. Neither of you ready to stop, but smiling too much to take it seriously.

His lips brush yours again, lingering this time, and the moment naturally deepens into something slower and warmer. His smiles are still there, pressed between each kiss, undeniable.

You feel it then.

The way he pulls you closer, arms wrapping around your back, not letting any space exist between you if he can help it. His hold tightens until all of you is pressed against him.

And for once, your thoughts don’t spiral.

You don’t think about how your body must feel squished in his arms. Or how long you’ve been sitting in his lap. Or whether you should get up and give his legs a break.

None of it.

All you can focus on is the way he laughs softly against your mouth, a quiet, breathy giggle slipping into the kiss when you nuzzle his nose. The way his arms hold you close as if they'll never let you go.

And for the first time, a part of you feels beautiful and wanted simply because you are.

::

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So the subway awaited you. It took some time to figure out how it worked. Metro Cards demanded refills from nearby tills. People maneuvered in every direction, filling the underground tunnels with the murmur of humans. Two weeks ago, you embarrassed yourself at the turnstile, swiping your Metro Card multiple times. You didn't realize you'd used the last of the money on your card until the person behind you pointed it out. 

The small built-in screen flashed zeroes, leaving you mortified. Not only did you feel embarrassed about being called out, but you held up the growing line behind you. Everyone seemed to access the subway during the evening. You mumbled an apology quickly, but it didn't soothe the anger of those who were restless. You hurried away, shoving your Metro Card into your jacket, vowing to never experience that embarrassment again. 

You pushed the distant memory away and shut your eyes. Your head tipped forward and you sucked in a slow breath. This late, the trains continued to run. The crowds dwindled drastically. When you waited on the platform, only a few people followed behind you. Most of New York slept and those who weren't, were likely working the graveyard shift. 

The train shifted beneath you, wobbling along a sudden turn. Somewhere, a loose screw rattled. The window panels vibrated and the tunnels passed quickly. Fluorescent lights above your head left nothing uncovered. The bright white shone in every direction, as if you and the three other passengers in your car were lab rats. The darkness outside didn't matter, those lights didn't dim. 

You curled your fingers against your knees mindlessly, replaying the past few hours in your head. Deep down, you knew you shouldn't have been hurt from the fling, but you were. When your best friend finally convinced you to download a dating app, "just for something to do," you found yourself regretting it. 

How real can it be? Everyone pushes dating apps, but most of the time, it leads to broken hearts, bad hook-ups, and a quiet hollowness. It all felt fake. You listed your quirks, the things that make you who you are, and you hope someone gave you a chance. You put yourself out there like a dog in a shelter, attempting to get the attention of the person that walked in. All that hard work to get their attention, just for them to adopt the dog beside you. 

Tonight was date two, if you could even call it a date. You should have known what happens when you go to people's houses this soon. The moment you walked through the door, you greeted your Tinder match with a wide smile. A casual jeans and t-shirt, you prepared a plate of homemade cookies. 

An hour making them, another hour waiting for them to cool, and another twenty minutes spent arranging them on the plate, so they didn't look silly. You over-thought everything, but you liked your match. The first date, you spent it at a nearby cafe getting to know each other. How naive to think you really had something. 

You never got the meal they promised to make. You spent the past few hours at their place, pretending you weren't feeling well. The moment you found out their motives, the desire for merely a fling, your heart dropped to your stomach. Was it foolish to believe a stranger's words on the first date, back when they said they wanted something more? 

Bodies are the latest hot commodities, always being used, but never truly being known. Casual hookups, the quickest kiss-to-go, and you wanted none of it. You didn't want goodbyes, you craved the see you laters. It wasn't just love, you desired loyalty, the slow burn of finding someone and falling in love over a period of time. 

You knew it was foolish to dub dating hopeless these days, but it sure did feel like it. The right people were out there, but you hadn't stumbled across one of them yet. Your eyes fluttered shut. The train's rhythm calmed your heart.

The couple across the way hadn't let go of each other's hands yet. They stepped into the train attached to one another and for the past ten minutes, they'd still not let go. Love looked at you and laughed. It mocked you, even on a Thursday at two in the morning. What were the odds? 

The train jerked to the side and your head slammed into the back window. You jerked upright with a wince, quickly cupping the back of your head. "Damn it," you mumbled beneath your breath. 

A brake hissed and the train came to a sudden stop. You looked over, finding a distant view of the city. The train finally expelled from the darkened tunnels, just in time to freeze along the track without warning. The couple on the other side of the train frowned and shared a dreaded look. The moment the loud speaker clicked on, you knew you were all fucked. 

The words came out mumbled and incoherent. 

"Train delay... switch malfunction." 

You rolled your eyes, unable to hide the annoyance. Just fucking great. Not only did you have a horrible time on your disaster date, but now you were stuck on a train. As if it couldn't get any worse, your stomach grumbled. Self-consciously, you tugged your arms over your torso. 

"Shut up," you whispered. 

Your eyes narrowed at the floor. An unknown stain sat parallel to nearby seats. A big glob of ugly red something. You pulled your eyes away, hoping it was ketchup and not the alternative. Trying to calm down, you moved and brushed your hands over your knees. 

Subways are constantly delayed for a plethora of reasons. Of course, they'd figure it out and then you'd start on your way again. You'd get off at the right station, find a convenience store and find something to satisfy your unhappy stomach. By the time you'd get home, you'd indulge in something salty and forget the entire evening. 

Something flickered out of the corner of your eye. A matte-black pair of headphones slipped off a guy’s head. You didn't remember him getting on the train when you did, but he must have. He tugged out a phone and pressed a few buttons, speaking quiet Korean into it. 

You knew you shouldn't stare, but you did. Faded denim draped wide over a pair of black converse. A dark crew neck covered his shoulders and hung around his torso. Something sat embroidered on his baseball cap, but you couldn't read it from this distance. An angled jaw, kissable lips, and- 

Your cheeks dusted scarlet. You shifted sideways, pulling yourself away from him. The plastic seats beneath you provided no relief. No cushion, no padding, just an eagerness to bruise your tailbone. Could the night get any worse? 

"Um." 

Your heart quickened at the sound of the man's voice. His eyes narrowed and he shifted his head, looking at the map. The canvas secured itself to the top of the metal plating, showing all the stops for the train. He stood up, walked over, and cocked his head. 

"I don't know, hyung." 

More Korean. A little more English. A combination of the two blended together, creating the best sound you'd ever heard. Maybe you were just like everyone else when it came to dates. When one person didn't work, you were onto your next, trying to find someone who fit into your life's puzzle. 

His left hand dangled down at his thigh. You squinted, trying to see through the brightness. You moved further forward and then the brake hissed. A distant ding sounded. The train lurched forward with little warning and so did you. 

With a yelp, you were thrown from your seat. You hit the floor loud enough to grab everyone's attention. Every curse word flew through your head, but you forced yourself up and slipped into your original spot. With flared nostrils, you brushed your hands together, attempting to get off all the germs. 

"I'll figure it out." 

The denim of your own jeans provided no relief. You brushed your hands among them, too. A sharp breath turned into a sigh. You moved back against the seats, no longer paying attention to the few people around you. Too humiliated, you didn't look up. 

The woman gestured to you. She mouthed something to her boyfriend, but neither of them came over to check on you. Not that you expected them to. Quite a few New Yorkers were known for keeping to themselves and you couldn't blame them. It was foolish for you to move out of your seat like that to begin with. 

That guy was a stranger. You knew nothing about him and you were rolling around a handful of losses like marbles. The city is so big, people are here one day and gone the next. Just by the fluent Korean and the Korean accent tangled in his English, you highly doubted he was a native New Yorker. 

People came to New York for multiple reasons; career work, networking, vacation, family reunions, and the list went on. It was so late, certainly he had a reason for being here, but it had nothing to do with you. 

Settling into your losses, you sank down in the plastic seat. At least, the engine rumbled beneath you. The night skyline disappeared further and further from view. Thousands of bright lights twinkled like stars and then they were gone. The train turned, following the right path to get where you were going. You'd be home soon and for that, you'd be grateful. 

"Excuse me?" 

You glanced up at the voice and froze. The Korean man gestured to your hands. "Are you okay? I saw you fall." 

You quickly nodded, sitting up. "Yeah, yeah. I wasn't expecting the train to jolt forward without warning." 

"May I sit near you?" 

You blinked, not sure if you heard him right. He stood back, waiting for an answer. His headphones looped around his neck. The phone came up missing, probably pushed into one of his pockets. This close, you could see what laid on his baseball cap. The letters Y and N were embroidered over one another, creating the logo for the New York Yankees. 

You reached over and tugged your bag back towards you. "Sure. Go ahead. New York Yankees? Do you like baseball?" 

"Baseball?" 

You gestured to his hat. 

"Oh. That's what that is? I borrowed this from my friend." 

"Your friend has good taste." 

He chuckled and moved further down, putting some space between you. "I like baseball. I'm not sure about the Yankees. I've never watched them." 

"You're on their home turf. If you have the time, their field is in the Bronx. You should check it out, if you get a chance." 

He nodded and shifted, attempting to get comfortable. Your heart skipped a few beats here and there. You wanted to keep the conversation rolling, but the words failed to come out. Silence engulfed the two of you and for a bit, that's how it stayed; two strangers caught in a moment. 

Eventually, he pulled out his phone and moved it your way. Panic squeezed your heart. How could he want your number already? The two of you just met and it hadn't been five minutes yet. 

"Can you help me? I think I'm lost." He pointed to an address on his phone. "I need to get here. I might have took the wrong subway." 

You glanced at the address and your face softened. "I know where that's at. If you get off at the same stop with me, I can get you there. Staying temporarily?" 

"Ah." He smiled shyly and reached up, grabbing the back of his neck. "I've been here a few times, but yeah. I work in music and I'm producing something here with my group." 

"This hotel is nice. You guys must have a big budget. I've been there before." 

"It is nice." 

"Great bathrooms, too. I can't vouch for the rooms, but the downstairs toilets have an impeccable shine. I slipped inside to use them one day. It's pretty difficult to find public bathrooms in New York, right?" 

High-pitched laughter tumbled between his lips. You joined in with your own laughter, enjoying the sudden melody. He clicked off his phone, still smiling. "You're funny, I like that." 

"Thank you. I have my moments of humor." 

When the laughter settled, he questioned your own intentions in New York. 

"Oh? Me?" You shrugged. "Not nearly as cool as you. I moved here a few months ago. I had a savings account and a dream." 

"And you moved to New York to pursue it?" 

"Sounds cliche, doesn't it? Many people crave city life, so they can follow their dreams." 

"But New York has a certain charm, so it must be a good dream." 

You nodded and looked away, blushing again. "I like to think so, yeah." You opened your mouth to speak, but your stomach growled once more. Loud and fierce, it threatened to deafen you. The moment your eyes widened, Changbin's laughter blossomed again. You mumbled an apology, nursing the embarrassment yet again. He waved it off, enjoying the small talk.

After a few more minutes, he introduced himself. 

"I'm Changbin." 

"Changbin? That's a nice name. I don't think I've ever heard it before." 

"Good. I like to be the only one of me. It's Korean. I was born in South Korea and my mom worked hard to pick it out just for me. Millions of names out there and she settled on Changbin." 

"A lovely name for a handsome man." 

You regretted the words the moment they slipped out, but Changbin drank them up. "Handsome? You think so? You're too kind." 

"I know so." 

His head tipped down, but the ear-to-ear smile gave away his true thoughts. A dimple appeared and warmed your heart. Maybe you weren't as horrible at small talk as you thought you were. The train shifted along the track, parting on the rails, and moving to another. 

"You're not so bad yourself." 

"I'm flattered." 

When he looked up, his attention turned to the windows on the other side of the train. Above ground, the train screeched against metal tracks. The industrial area turned otherworldly in the darkness. Pockets of orange shined in every direction, thanks to the littering of outdoor lights. 

Your own gaze followed. Big block letters pushed up against one another. Art existed where it shouldn't have. A looped graffiti tag written in a dark color. It was there and then it was gone. The train hurried ahead and rattled over a bump. 

Changbin's breath hitched. His hands moved up and he curled his fingers around the plastic edge of the seat. You noticed his discomfort immediately. "Have you ever used the subway?" 

"Not much. I wish it had..." He trailed off, wishing he could think of the right word. A hand shifted and tugged across his shoulder. "The safety strap thing." 

"A seat belt?" 

He nodded, weakly chuckling at his distress. "Yeah. The tracks are wobbly. Back in Seoul, the subways don't make this much noise. They're quieter, brighter, and it feels nice. New York's subways are-" 

"Thrilling and dangerous? Loud and chaotic?" 

"I don't wish to be rude." 

"A simple observation isn't rude." You shifted, turning in his direction to face him. "What are the subway stations and trains like in Seoul?" 

"New York has a darker color scheme. Seoul is white and clean. People are quieter, time slows down, and there isn't much talking. People talk loud here, you know? Not a bad thing, just... different." 

"New York is good at that, it has grit. Loud, demanding, and passionate. People don't settle for silence here. Phone calls on speaker phone, music leaking from headphones, and I've even seen people bring their small dogs and put them in their purses." 

"Dogs in subways are rare in Seoul. They have to be brought in a proper carrier, no bag. Most people don't." 

You hummed softly and nodded. "Interesting. It must be strange going from a place like that to the hustle and bustle of New York." 

"Yes," he perked up, "but I like it. This is scary, but fun. New and exciting, so I like it." 

"Good." 

"But..." His smile fell. "Not when I'm lost. I don't like being lost." 

"I'll make sure you're delivered to the right hotel in one piece, I promise." 

The silence grew between the two of you again. Your eyes moved around the train, wondering what it was like in Seoul. You'd never thought about the heavy contrast between the two before. The cleanliness striking through the steady grit of New York. New York attracted a plethora of people. 

You weren't sure when the train’s floor had been cleaned properly. The glob of red across the way remained untouched. Every time you touched one of the metal poles within the train car, you could feel the thousands of germs lock onto your hand. It was hard to tell who grabbed the pole before you. 

The rumbling beneath you quieted and the train eased to a slow stop. Another faint ding and a murmur of the crackling speaker from the conductor. You pushed yourself up and grabbed your bag. "Come on, this is our stop." 

He followed after you, brushing his hands against his back pocket to make sure he still had his phone and wallet. His hotel room's key sat near his driver's license. He should have waited for Jisung and Chan to finish up at the studio, but he didn't. 

Every member of Stray Kids was in New York for the next week. 3racha were working with a new producer for a few songs. A film crew would appear the day after tomorrow. A music video needed to be shot to make next month's deadline. Jeongin was supposed to have a meeting with some new brand about a potential ambassadorship. 

A Spotify advertisement sat somewhere in Times Square with their faces on it. Fans posted about it non-stop on social media. The guys wanted to head out tomorrow and take some photos. There was time to kill before the rush of the city held them hostage. 

Changbin had finished writing the lyrics he had been working on. Meanwhile, Jisung and Chan were swept away by the inspiration of being somewhere new. He wanted to go back to the hotel, but the guys didn't want to leave yet. He was certain he could figure out the subway system himself, but he couldn't. 

You stepped on the cement floor, moving further away from the sliding door. A group of people stood to the side, eager to get on. After moving forward a little ways, you glanced back. Changbin walked after you, glancing around at all the signs. 

Uptown and downtown. Arrows pointed in different directions. People murmured beneath hazy lights. The subway station turned into a liminal space. A police officer stood tall. Thumbs injected into his utility belt, he scanned the area, waiting for some type of action to excite his shift. Little did he know, it'd never come tonight. 

You led Changbin off to the left. One of the overhead lights flickered in the distance, threatening to burn out and go dead. Someone whistled behind you. The stairway to lead out of the subway wasn't too far away. Changbin remained quiet, trailing behind you. When the silence became unbearable, he spoke up again. 

"So what brings you out at this hour? It's late, don't you think?" 

"Me?" You shrugged. You kept moving forward, not wanting to turn around. "I had a date tonight. Well, it was supposed to be a date. It was a waste of time, really. We wanted two different things, so uh..." 

"Sorry to hear that." 

"Don't be. It's New York. Plenty of fish in the sea, right? It's statistically impossible that I won't be able to find my person some day."

You said the words playfully, as if it was funny, but he could tell there was hurt beneath them. Dating wasn't the easiest when it came to such a large place. Everyone lived their own lives. How much commitment are people really committed to when there's so many people and so much variety? 

Not wanting to talk about it for too long, you switched the subject. Cemented stairs appeared around a corner, leading out into the neon streets. You grabbed the metal rail and headed out of the tunnels. "You should have gotten off at the last stop, it was closer to your hotel. That's okay, walking isn't crowded this time of night." 

"I'm sorry." 

"Don't be," you waved him off. "It'll be a nice adventure. It's been a couple of weeks since I've been out that far, it'll be nice. Unless," you glanced back, "you want to call an Uber?" 

Your stomach rumbled once more, causing your face to fall. You cursed beneath your breath and hiked yourself up the last few stairs. Changbin followed. "Are you hungry?" 

"A little, but it's not a big deal. My date promised to make dinner hours ago, but they never did." 

"Should we find something somewhere? I'm a little hungry, too." 

"Are you okay with that? The people you work with, are they waiting for you?" 

"They can wait longer. I texted them. They know I'll be delayed, but I didn't say how much." 

On the top of the step, you sucked in a deep breath. A chill sat in the air and brushed against your bare arms. You wished you would have brought a jacket, but you didn't. Cars came to a slow crawl at a red light. You walked away from the subway exit and off to a distant building. 

"I'm sure we can find something. It's late, but there's plenty of places that are still open. The perks of living in a big city." You reached back and tugged out your phone, silently grateful he wanted to get food. 

Changbin stood beside you and leaned back against the building. It was easy to feel like an ant. Buildings towered high above you. The stars were swallowed by light pollution and overtaken by a new kind of star. Lights shone high above, somewhere on the twentieth floor of an apartment complex. 

Sirens whirled to life on another block. Despite the buildings and lull of traffic, they still reached your ears. You flipped through Google searches, trying to find the right place. As you searched, Changbin watched the cars head down the street. Even in the dead of night, both New York City and Seoul had late night drivers in common. 

"There's a bodega a few blocks away from here." 

"Bodega?" 

You put your phone away. "Like a small convenience store. They have prepackaged stuff and it's great for hitting the spot. Come on, let's go. I'm sure you'll be able to find one thing you like." 

He pushed himself off the wall and followed, eager to learn more about you. You struck up another conversation, not caring that it was this late at night. Despite the darkness, you didn't show fear. With your head held high, you moved through the sidewalks like you were on a mission. 

"Do you always come out this late?" 

"Rarely ever," you admitted. "I left the person I was seeing. I was supposed to stay there overnight, but it didn't end well. I left before an argument developed. I would have been home sooner, but my train was delayed." 

"I'm glad. Not to be rude," Changbin quickly defended his harsh words. "I'm glad I bumped into you. I don't know many people from the city. If my friends would have to stop working and come get me, well..." 

"They're working this late?" 

"Writing lyrics." 

When a stranger came around the corner, you shifted your position, staying to the side, so he could get through. As you passed, you uttered a faint greeting. He mumbled a faint "hello" before heading over to a vehicle. 

 Cars speckled throughout the side streets for parking. Some places had warning signs, equipped with the threat of a parking ticket if you parked near them. Other spots had signs for handicapped parking. The main streets speckled with vehicles driving towards the unknown. 

"What kind of songs?" 

"Whatever their heart wants. Our company gives us free reign when it comes to music. I like writing upbeat raps." 

You paused and spun around, narrowing your eyes at him. He shifted beneath your gaze, unprepared for it. You spun back to the front and continued walking. "I wouldn't have guessed you rapped at first glance. You live in Seoul, right? It must pay pretty well if you live there and you're here working with people." 

He wanted to tell you the name of his group, but he ultimately left it unsaid. He liked the playful energy you radiated and didn't dare ruin this. If you found out the fame attached to his name, would you still be this authentic? Would you still want to stick around, if you knew about the hoards of jealousy that stuck clumps of his fans together? The constant illusion of a parasocial relationship, would you understand it? 

"It has perks and money is one of them." 

"You're a lucky man, Changbin." 

"I think so, too." 

"And in ten minutes, you'll be luckier. The Google reviews said this place has a great selection of sandwiches. They're prewrapped in plastic wrap. A sandwich, a bag of chips, and a drink, it's practically a New York staple when you're on the move." 

"Sandwiches?" He quickened his pace, trying to keep up with your quick strides. "Did they say what kind?" 

When you realized you were making him rush, you slowed down. It was something you'd gotten used to when you moved here. If you didn't walk quickly, you'd be walked over. Even worse, someone would tell you to go faster or move out of the way. You adapted to their fluid movements quite quickly. 

"Probably the basic stuff. Ham, turkey, tuna, egg salad. Usually, there's a whole bunch and they're delicious." 

"We have things like that back in Seoul. Our convenience stores are open all day and all night. Plenty of things to pick from. I like going out and getting ramen every now and then." 

"Oh! I've heard about that! You have a bunch of different flavors?" 

"Many." 

The two of you continued to talk side-by-side. Without meaning to, you moved closer to him at some point. By the time you noticed, it'd been a while and he didn't pull away. You continued talking, as if nothing was quietly brewing between the two of you. Your heart quickened again, but you forced yourself to put on a brave face. 

In the middle of a conversation about drinks, a sharp horn cut you off. Someone slammed on the brakes in front of another car. Both you and Changbin looked over. A window rolled down and a middle finger was thrown towards a car in front of them. 

"Watch where you're going, asshole!" 

You snorted and quickly threw a hand over your mouth, not wanting to offend the driver. Changbin's eyes widened at the crude remark. "Wow. Does this happen a lot?" 

"Welcome to New York City." 

The conversation never ended. By the time you reached the bodega, you grabbed the door handle first. You pulled it open and gestured for Changbin to head inside. "After you." 

"Thank you." 

You followed and stepped into the brightly lit store. Out front, the welcome neon sign flickered every few seconds, trying to catch the attention of the people passing by. Changbin looked left and looked right. It was much smaller than the convenience stores he was used to. 

Only a few shelves sat in the area. Coolers lined the far side of the building. Glass and plastic bottles lined different areas. Soda, energy drinks, water, sports drinks, and alcohol sat in rows, begging to be purchased. Cellophane bags held a variety of savory and sweet snacks. A cooler near the cash register held the sandwiches and prepackaged items you were talking about. 

"Welcome to one of the best parts of New York." 

At the sound of voices, the elderly man behind the cash register looked up. Salt and pepper hair sat parted to the side. He dropped the newspaper he was holding and straightened his spine. You shot him a smile and he returned it with a blink. 

"What do you like?" You asked. 

Behind you, an ATM's electronic screen droned on. The shelves held a collection of toiletries and personal items. The Charmin Bears stood proudly on the front of the toilet paper packaging, demonstrating how soft their toilet paper was, by pressing it against their furry cheeks. 

Your favorite deodorant sat on another shelf. You ignored that section and moved towards the food. Your stomach let off another growl, cutting through the hum of the coolers. 

By the time Changbin joined you, you had a small bag of chips and a candy bar. He shuffled behind you, trying to keep a respectable distance. The aisles were far too narrow for comfort, cluttered with an array of items. Picking what you wanted felt nearly impossible. 

One bag of chips sat in your hand, but when you noticed a new savory mix of pretzels and crackers, you hesitated. "Decisions, decisions," you mumbled beneath your breath. 

A gasp put a wrench in your plans. Beside you, Changbin plucked off one of the bags of chips. "They have these here? I've had them. Really good stuff." 

"Those? Good pick. They're practically a classic and you can never go wrong with them." 

When you finished grabbing your stuff, you walked out of the aisle. Changbin continued to browse, taking everything in. The employee kept his eyes on the two of you. Every so often, he glanced up. Neither one of you were regulars, so he hadn't seen you before. 

The faintest meow made you pause. You searched the shelves, trying to find the source of the noise. Something creaked. A box of sweet treats wobbled and hit the floor with a faint thud. You reached down to pick them up. 

From where they fell, a black and white cat dangled off the shelf. You laughed at the sight, finding amusement at its predicament. Changbin arrived shortly afterwards. He froze when he saw the cat. "A cat?" 

You placed the box of treats on top of another. "It probably lives here. Hi, baby." Your hand slowly eased up to the cat's face. It sniffed for a moment and shifted, brushing a furry face against your hand. 

"In the store?" 

"Yeah, it's a bodega cat. They're pretty normal here in New York. Do you want to pet it." 

"Wow. We don't have them in Seoul. I can't. I want to, but I'm allergic." 

"Oh." You frowned, gave the cat one last scratch beneath its chin, and pulled away. "I didn't know." 

"It's a cute kitty. Hello, kitty, nice to see you." He waved, nearly dropping his own bag of chips in the process. "Whoops. Uh-oh." 

The purring stopped the moment you removed your hand. The cat shifted, let out a yawn, and stretched out its paws again. Claws revealed themselves and retracted. Yellow eyes drooped and its chin found the edge of the shelf. 

"Come on," you uttered quietly. "Let's let it sleep. The drinks are over here." 

It took a bit of wandering before you found what you wanted. On the other hand, Changbin reached for the fizzy drink that felt the most familiar. With your quiet conversation, despite the occasional stare from the employee, the two of you were locked in your own little world. 

Near the register, you looked down, surveying all the options for the freshly made subs and wraps. You faintly hummed, wiggled your fingers, reached in one direction, and then paused. One sandwich sounded good, but so did another. The corners of your lips dipped into a frown. 

Changbin's tongue clicked. He waved his fingers, happily reaching for one of the ham and swiss cheese subs. The rest of his snacks and his drink sat cradled against his chest. When he finished, he stepped back, waiting for you to finish picking your items. 

Behind the register, packs of cigarettes were displayed in long rows. A lottery ticket machine faced the employee, waiting for someone to gamble their money away. The chances of hitting the jackpot were low, but never zero. 

"I think I'll go with this one." You finally grabbed one of the subs and turned around. "Do you need anything else?" 

"I'm good." 

At the counter, you unloaded all your products. When you finished, you turned behind you and gently tugged Changbin's sandwich from his arms. He pulled away, guarding it instantly. "What are you doing?" 

"Paying." 

"I can pay for my stuff." 

"Do you have cash?" 

"Cash?" 

"This place is cash only." 

"Uh..." 

You chuckled and placed the sandwich on the counter. "Yeah, I thought so. Don't worry about it." You added the rest of his items to your mix. 

The employee worked in silence, manually typing in the prices to his register. The faint click of the register's keys brought back distant memories. It'd been so long since you'd seen someone with an older register. No harsh beep of a scanner, just concentrated typing. 

"This all?" The man asked when he was finished. 

"Yes." 

"Okay." 

Meow! Meow! Meow! 

The meows came down one of the aisles. Changbin looked back to find the black and white speckled cat bumbling towards him. It ran forwards, around him, and leapt onto the counter. Another meow appeared and its head dipped in front of the employee, begging to be pet. 

He placed the last few items in the bag and told you your total. His fingers brushed against the soft fur. A white patch of fur covered the cat's left eye. Changbin's face softened. His fingers tightened in his palm. Despite being allergic, he wished he could pet it. 

You pulled a few green bills from your bag and handed them to the employee. "We like your cat." 

"Molly. Good company. Keeps away the pests." 

"She's beautiful." 

He nodded, not giving you much to work with. The bills went into his till and he handed you a few coins. As you put them into your bag, he pushed the plastic bag in your direction. "Night." 

Before you could grab it, Changbin snuck around you, accidentally brushing your shoulder. He thanked the man, gave the cat a final longing look, and started towards the door. You followed, still fumbling with the wallet in your bag. 

Outside, the cool air hit your arms again. You slung the bag over your shoulder. "Do you want to stop somewhere to eat?" 

"Around here?" Changbin raised an eyebrow. 

You chuckled and nodded. Around you, sidewalks stretched out among the busy streets. Besides the brightly lit bodega, most businesses in this area were closed. You waved him in your direction. As you walked, your eyes darted around, trying to find what you were looking for. 

More rumbling engines. When a car broke away from the others, drifting through a red light, the shriek shrill of sirens started. Blue and red cut through the darkness, chasing after the offender. Changbin's eyes widened, but you acted like it was no big deal. 

"I can't believe he did that. Going through red lights is illegal." 

"Some people, unfortunately, don't care about the law." 

"Ticket for that?" 

"Yep." 

He shook his head. You came to a stop and turned left. "I found one!" You moved forward, heading down a narrow alleyway. 

Down the way, a large blue dumpster sat beneath a street light. The building couldn't be much more than four or five stories high. Metal stairs led out of a back door from above your heads. It spiraled around and around, until it led to the ground. 

You headed over and plopped down about six stairs up. You patted the metal, trying to get Changbin to come sit with you. He approached with a slow stroll, not going near the stairs yet. "What is this?" 

"It's a fire escape. If there's a fire in the building, people can use this for an exit." 

"Is it okay to sit?" 

"Well," you craned your neck back. "I don't see a sign saying we can't, so I think it's alright. If we need to move, we can move." 

He finally shortened the space between you and dropped down on one of the lower steps. "This is new for me." 

"It's so much fun. Look," you pointed to the main street, "we can watch the traffic while we eat." 

"You are something." 

You laughed and shoved your bag beside you. He opened the plastic bag and handed you your drink. Your sandwich came next. He read the label before handing it to you. "I like that one, too." 

"Did you get a sandwich?" 

"Ham and swiss." 

"A total classic." 

His carbonated drink hissed as he opened it. He moved the bottle to his lips and took a sip of the cold liquid. "Wow." He smacked his lips and licked them. "Just as good as home." 

You tried not to laugh at his reaction. Even without trying to be, he was cute. You moved your sandwich to your lap and reached for your chips. At the same time, he reached for his. Your cheeks darkened, but he couldn't see them in the faint orange haze that coated everything in the alley. 

You uttered an apology and so did he. When your words came out the exact same at the same time, you both laughed. He apologized again, grabbed your bag of chips and handed them to you. 

"Thanks." 

He tugged out his bag and opened them. "Can I ask about your bad date?" 

"You want to know about it?" 

He shrugged and reached for a chip. "What about it was bad? You said you wanted two different things." 

The smile slowly dissolved from your face. You looked away and nodded. "It was silly, I suppose. I haven't dated in a while and my best friend set me up on a dating app. They thought dating would be good for me. I found a person through it and we went to a restaurant together. It was great. We scheduled another date, but..." You trailed off.

"But it never happened?" He questioned.

"It was tonight's date. Some people like hooking up and some people enjoy taking things slow. I struggle with hooking up. I don't want to be used like that, I want someone to know me. I want to fall in love with someone. I don't want to be another body count." 

"They didn't want long-term?" 

Your head shook. 

He sighed and looked down at his bag of Doritos. "I think they're missing out." 

You shrugged. "Maybe it wasn't completely worthless. I did happen to stumble across you and this is a thousand times better than the bad date." 

"They didn't even feed you?" 

"They didn't even feed me," you echoed. 

He pointed the bag in your direction. "Chip?" 

"Are you sure?" 

"A good man makes sure his date gets fed." 

"We're not dating." 

"Chip." He shook the bag, taunting you. "Smells yummy. Really good. Mmh." He moved the bag closer, waving his hand, and wafting the scent towards your nose. 

You caved instantly and reached forward. "Okay, maybe one." 

From that point on, you lost track of time. Your laughter pierced the air and tangled with his own paradisaic giggling. You probably should have been quieter, considering the time, but the conversation didn't stop. It flowed out naturally and the thought of stopping became impossible. 

You shared your treats with each other. At some point, you ripped a chunk from the lower half of your sandwich, so he could try it. His eyes widened and his entire face lit up. He chewed, placing a hand over his mouth and swallowed with a loud gulp. 

"We might have to go back there and get another one of those." 

"It's so good, right?" 

"Yes!" 

When you were full, you placed the trash in the plastic bag, but you didn't get up. Your hands laid on your knees and the conversation continued. He asked about your life in New York. You questioned his life in South Korea, wondering what Seoul was like. 

"A million more people than New York."

"What?" You shook your head. "No way. Seoul? Over eight million people?" 

"Over nine million." 

"Holy shit." 

He snorted at your profanity, finding it amusing more than anything. He mentioned the buildings, the way they towered over you, just like in New York. The scent of grilled meat, the sudden punch of cravings that he gets when it hits. Juicy pork belly, the tang of spicy Tteokbokki, the familiarity of kimchi. 

There's a subtle awareness in Seoul. Phones are out, but people do their best to stay out of the way of others. In New York, it feels like every man for himself, the constant rush of city life waits for no one. Seoul is cleaner and quieter. 

"Yesterday, I stopped in front of someone and got told to get out of the way." 

You looked away, covering your mouth, trying not to laugh. 

"What did I do wrong? I saw something. I wanted to take a long look. I didn't mean to harm them." 

"Some people here have no patience." 

A sharp squeak filled your ears. A shadow moved, darting across Changbin's feet. He shrieked and jumped up, nearly falling on you in the process. You moved forward, preparing to balance him if he fell. His Dorito fell from his hand and hit the pavement. 

A large rat lunged forward and rushed away, carrying the chip between tiny teeth. His hand went to his heart, trying to stop the sudden rush of adrenaline. "What was that? A monster?" 

"Just a rat. Are you okay?" 

"Nearly had a heart attack. Why are they so bold? I think it tried to kill me." 

You pushed yourself upright, placing a hand on his shoulder. "No. It must have realized you had food. The rats around here are known for doing daring things." 

"We don't have man-eating rats in Seoul." 

Your laughter bubbled up again. He shook himself, trying to shake off the fear. "Why are you laughing? It ran over my feet." 

"They're harmless for the most part. Annoying? Yeah, but they're just trying to survive." 

"They were in the subway, too." 

"They usually are." 

He patted his chest, tipped his head back, and sucked in a deep breath. With his head back, he paused. "Oh?" 

You tipped your head back as well. Neither of you were prepared for the sight above you. The sky had lightened. It wasn't enough for you to see the sun, but so wrapped up in your conversation, neither of you realized how much time had passed. 

"Uh-oh." Changbin shoved a hand in his back pocket and tugged out his phone. "It's nearly five in the morning. My friends are gonna kill me. I should call them." 

"Go ahead, I'll take care of this stuff." 

He stepped down the stairs, heading further into the alley. While he did, you gathered his trash and added it into the plastic bag. You screwed the cap on his drink and set it beside yours. He dialed Chan's number and when the call connected, Chan's panicked voice came out. 

"Changbin? Where are you? Are you okay?" 

"I'm sorry, hyung. I lost track of the time. I'm okay. I got lost on the subway and someone offered to help me get back to the hotel. We stopped at a place to get food." 

"You're okay?" 

"I'm fine." 

"You sound out of breath." 

"I got scared by a rat." 

"What?" 

"A big rat, you know? New York rats. Like the one photo of the subway rat dragging away a slice of pizza?" 

On the other end of the phone, Chan pinched the bridge of his nose. He shut his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Their manager raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on. Chan and Jisung had come back to the hotel nearly an hour and a half ago, but after visiting everyone's rooms, Changbin was nowhere to be found. 

They'd called and texted non-stop, but he never responded. Chan worried and with Changbin missing, Jisung couldn't sleep. In a panic, they woke the rest of the guys, wondering about Changbin's whereabouts. 

"Hello?" A new voice took over Chan's. "Hyung?" 

"Hi, Felix." 

"Are you good? Chan said you were missing." 

"I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm about... uh... hold on." Changbin spun around to find you. 

You were down the way with your bag of trash. You threw it into the dumpster and turned around to head back. He waved an arm and called your name, asking about the distance to the hotel. 

"About twenty minutes," you responded. 

He flashed you a thumbs up and took his attention back to Felix's voice. "Twenty minutes, roughly. I didn't mean to freak you out." 

"Tell him I'm going to shove his ass in an air fryer! This is ruining my beauty sleep!" 

Felix ignored Minho's words and continued speaking into the phone. "Please get back safe. We're waiting for you. Chan looks like he's about to collapse in relief, so I should help him. Call us if you need something." 

"Okay. I'll see you soon." 

When Changbin hung up the phone, you appeared and handed him his drink. "Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah. I forgot the time and made them worry." 

You grimaced, uttering your own apology. "I shouldn't have kept you out so late." 

"Don't be sorry. This was nice." 

He took his drink and you led the way towards his hotel. You checked the map on your phone, making sure you were headed in the right direction. The conversation between the two of you faded away. 

Traffic started to pick up again. A trash truck appeared with a high-pitched whirling. The metal compactor crunched down, compacting all the trash in the back, making room for more. Sirens kicked into high gear. More traffic meant more officers prowling around, ready to hand out tickets for speeding. 

When you reached the front of the hotel, you turned to face Changbin. "Ta-dah." You said the words, but you didn't feel victorious. He was a stranger, but you'd gotten to know more about him in a few hours. You knew more about him than your previous date. 

Your arms crossed over your chest. Despite the black sky becoming an ice blue, waiting to turn into a bombshell of tropical citrus colors, the chill had finally gotten to you. It cut through your bones, penetrating your soul, making you feel more colder than you'd felt all night. 

"Thank you for getting me here." 

"It was a delight. I hope your friends can relax once you find them. Despite the rat nearly killing you, I hope you had a good time." 

"I did." 

He took in your face, the smallest dip of a frown. The way you looked, it was exactly the way he felt on the inside. He didn't want to turn around and walk away. He'd been up all night, but he didn't want this to end. 

"Are you cold?" 

"I'm okay." 

He shook his head and reached up, tugging off his black crewneck. "I should have given you this earlier. I thought you were cold, but I didn't ask." 

"You don't have to do that." 

"How else will you stay warm getting back?" 

He tugged it over his head and shifted the cotton fabric. Beneath it, he stood in a white t-shirt. Without asking, he walked over to you and lifted the head hole over your head. Your head poked through and you moved your arms, slipping into it with ease. He stepped back again. "Better?" 

"Yeah, thank you." 

"The least I can do. You paid for my food, remember?" 

You faintly smiled and nodded. Your gaze went back to the hotel. Multiple cement steps led up to the entryway. Behind glass doors, the lobby lay with soft lighting. Tile floors sat equipped with leather furniture. A woman stood behind the check-in desk with her hair in a tight bun. The dress shirt came equipped with a silver engraved name tag. 

His sweater smelled like him. Some kind of laundry soap you couldn't place. The faintest hint of something herbal, probably from his deodorant. You shifted your arms, settling into the fabric. 

"So this is it." 

"I suppose so." 

"How am I supposed to give you this back?" You tugged at the bottom fabric. 

"I suppose I'll have to give you my number, if you're okay with that." 

You paused. Your heartbeat increased, drowning out the noise of the city. "Really?" You whispered. 

"Really." He tugged out his phone and unlocked it. "It was nice. Who am I supposed to call if I get lost on the subway, again?" He hit the button to add a contact and handed you the phone. 

You took it to add your number. 

"Maybe we can go on another date before I go back to Seoul?" 

Your eyes met. A quiet hope brewed in his chest. He held his breath, waiting for his response. When you grinned, his heart soared. 

"I'd love that." 

"Me too." 

You added your contact information and handed him his phone. You quickly tugged out your own phone. In the process of rapidly clicking the screen, you nearly dropped it. 

"Careful there. What are you doing?" 

"I'm deleting my Tinder page."

His high-pitched laughter filled the air. It was interrupted by the sound of his name being called. Both of you glanced over to find a handful of guys standing outside of the glass doors. He held up a hand, wanting to have a few final moments with you. You turned off your phone and pushed it back into your pocket. 

"I suppose that's my cue." 

"To be continued?" He questioned. 

"To be continued," you agreed. 

"Careful with that sweater, it's my favorite." 

"I'll keep it safe." 

"If the rats give you any trouble, let me know." 

You snickered, soaking in the moment. "Believe me, I've got it covered. If something comes up and they hold me hostage, I'll let you know." 

"I'll have to bring Molly to fight them off." 

Your memory went back to the speckled bodega cat. You shared another fit of laughter and sighed. Your fingers entered the back of your jeans pockets. "So I'll see you later?" 

"Probably sooner than you'll know." 

"Get some sleep, okay?" 

He nodded and turned towards his friends. You watched him reunite with them. Arms wrapped around him in a relieved hug. Someone swatted him along the back of his head, lecturing him about not responding to their messages. You left to the sound of his apologies. As much as it hurt to turn away, you had hope in the future. He seemed different from your usual Tinder dates. Kinder, too. 

Maybe there wouldn't be a goodbye this time. 

"Who was that, hyung?" 

"Is that the person who helped you?" 

Changbin nodded. 

"Did you get their number?" 

"Yeah." 

Chan shook his head and let out a sigh of relief. "I'm just glad you're back." 

"They look cute. We saw you give them your sweater. What a gentleman you are." Felix reached out and slapped Changbin's shoulder playfully. "Good for you, tiger." 

He grumbled, brushing Felix's hand away. The tips of his ears turned red and Minho laughed. He flicked the tip, cooing at his obvious embarrassment. Jisung made a kissy noise and that's when he snapped. He lightly pushed them in the direction of the door, telling them to shut up. He didn't know if you could hear them and he didn't want you to. 

When he looked over, you were still walking away. He let out a sigh of relief and started to turn back to the door, but he noticed movement. You must have felt his gaze. When he looked your way, you waved. He waved back and smiled. 

"I've never seen you crush this easily," Jisung commented. 

Changbin swatted at him again. You laughed and spun back in the direction you came from. As you walked, calmness settled over your heart. You walked back to your place quietly, rethinking the events of the previous hours. You hoped, minus the rat and his friends’ panic, you'd be able to experience it all again soon. 

Later that afternoon, after a much needed nap, Changbin would go to text you and realize you added a heart emoji after your contact name. 

Little did you know, he'd never erase that heart. 

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"Come in." you said after clearing your throat.

"Miss, I brought you the papers you asked for." it was your assistant, Maxine. The poor girl had to stay behind with you every time and you made sure to pay her those extra hours well, feeling bad that you had to make her stay here on a Friday night.

You turned and smiled slightly at her, nodding towards your desk.

"You can leave them there. Thank you, Maxine." you said and she nodded, putting the big stack of papers on top of the other, smaller stack you were almost done with.

"You can go home, Maxine. There's no point in you being here plus it's Friday, you must have somewhere better to be than at work." you added and her eyes widened slightly.

"Are you sure miss?" she asked and you nodded.

"Of course, have a good weekend!" you said with a smile.

"Thanks, you too boss!" she smiled back and exited the office, leaving you alone with your thoughts and papers.

You glanced at the table, calculating how long you'll be here but then you noticed a light pink envelope sticking between the papers. With furrowed brows you came closer to the table, pulling the envelope out.

'From your faithful employees, consider this an early birthday gift to the best boss ever!'

You chuckled when you read the writing on it, your fingertips running over the various signatures of your employees. What did they have up their sleeve now?

You opened up the envelope and pulled out the little card inside, reading it quietly.

Hello,

my name is Changbin and I am your strong dolly.

I love going on gym dates and after that eating some good food! I enjoy watching movies so I hope you'll share your favorites with me.

Please be tender with me, even though I seem tough, I need someone to lean on too so don't forget to give me a hug.

Hope you will come to love me as much as I love you.

"What?" you chuckled then saw someone added something on the card.

'We got him delivered to your house, enjoy!'

No way. Did your employees buy you a sex doll?

Your face warmed up instantly. Those bastards, you chuckled to yourself, the nickname more of an endearment than an insult.

Maybe the papers could wait until tomorrow.

-

It was raining hard when you finally parked in front of your building, rushing inside with your bag shielding your head. You almost tripped over your legs, your heels making it hard to run.

The building was completely quiet as you stepped into the elevator, pressing the button 12. You looked down at your watch, it was almost 2am. You shook your head, impatient to see what the gift looked like.

There was a huge box in front of your apartment door and you made your way there quickly.

After unlocking your door, you dragged the box inside, almost falling over a few times. After quickly closing the door and throwing your heels off of your feet, you decided to open the box immediately, no more waiting.

"Oh. Look at that." your heart skipped a beat.

This Changbin doll definitely looked like a man you'd turn your head after if you saw him in the street. At least your employees seemed to know your taste.

At the same time, you were curious, you've never seen a doll that is so humanlike. Gulping, you kneeled down next to the box and reached out to touch his face.

"Tell me your skincare routine." you chuckled, playing with his hair a little.

You noticed a piece of paper stuck between his fingers so you grabbed it gently and looked at it.

My honey!

I chose a comfy outfit for us to enjoy a movie together!

Hope you'll love our first night together as much as I will!

Honey. You blushed profusely at the nickname.

Have I been single for so long that this got me going?, you asked yourself, feeling embarrassed.

Yet, you couldn't even remember the last time someone flirted with you. And if they did, it probably went over your head because you were only thinking about work 24/7. Even now, you had brought the papers home so you can finish everything during the weekend.

Your stomach growled and you stood up, holding the manual for the dolly as you heated up some dinner. You needed to eat healthier food, you knew that. But who has time for cooking when you're working 24/7?

You read the manual carefully, flipping the pages as you ate your dinner; leftovers from yesterday. Not ideal, but you had no other options at this moment. Your face started burning suddenly when you got to the section about what the doll was made for and what it can do.

"Oh my god." you quickly closed the manual with a little giggle. You glanced at the box, deciding to take a shower and get rid of your suit first.

When you were finally refreshed, feeling like a new person, you made your way back to your new doll.

"How do I get you out?" you pursed your lips. Yes, you did some yoga but you had no idea if you could lift up an entire human sized doll.

You pushed the box to your room, putting it next to your bed. With all the strength you could gather you managed to pull Changbin out of the box and place him on top of your covers with your body giving out and plopping down on top of him.

"Oh." you were surprised by the warmth of his body. You didn't really follow the latest technology developments, only using what you needed for work and daily life, but this must be some new and advanced technology you've never come across.

You crawled under the covers, putting them over Changbin too as you grabbed your phone and checked out the site with the dolls. Their primary function was to be used for pleasure but you felt like Changbin could be more than that. Maybe a cuddle buddy? You chuckled and pressed your cheek against his chest as you laid half of your body on top of him. You could feel the muscles underneath the clothes he was dressed in and it made your heart skip a beat.

You continued scrolling through the site, seeing the other doll models, some of them sold out. They were all charming in their own way, but you were sure you'd choose Changbin if you were buying one by yourself.

"Wow, only one of each?"

You scrolled all the way to the end and in the left-hand corner you saw very small letters saying: property of BIMT.

"BIMT?" it sounded so familiar, and you couldn't remember where you had heard that before.

You shrugged, too tired to think or look at your phone anymore so you put it aside and hugged your Changbin dolly, happy to have a warm body to hold during a usually lonely night.

You had never slept this well in your life, so well that you didn't even hear your alarm clock trying to wake you up.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed once your eyes opened and you noticed it was past 10am.

Usually, during the weekend you'd still wake up earlier, around 7am so you could go for a run and do your stretching or yoga session. Plus, the weekend was the only time you could clean up your apartment thoroughly.

What surprised you even more, was that you were turned on for some reason. You must've had some interesting dreams to wake up like this.

Embarrassment seeped into you as you looked at Changbin's face. You scanned around your room as if someone was watching you, which of course no one was. But you felt so awkward using the doll.

You propped yourself on your elbow and hovered over Changbin's face.

"Hello. Good morning." you waved in front of his face but of course he didn't even blink.

"How do I do this?" you chewed on your lip. You observed him for another moment before placing your palm on his chest and tentatively sliding it down. Your hand explored slowly and gently, working yourself up as you touched his defined muscles.

"Huge..." you gasped a little when you gripped at his bicep. Your body was heating up and so was his, the doll was getting excited. You read it in the manual but seeing it happen was something else. Licking your lips, your hand slid down more as you threw your leg over him, your knee brushing against his bulge.

"Oh." your eyes widened and you stopped for a moment to catch your breath, before sliding your hand down to touch him. Your doll was definitely big.

Something inside you snapped and you forgot about being embarrassed quickly as you started moving against his thigh. You whined, finding a good position to where you could straddle his thigh and continued your ministrations. The dolly seemed somehow... happy. Your cheeks warmed up suddenly, it felt like his attention was on you, like his eyes were actually looking at you. Your knee kept brushing against his erection, making him twitch in his pants.

"It's like you're alive." you whispered, mesmerized.

You bit on your lip and decided to rid him of his pants and underwear.

"Oh my." you slapped your hand against your mouth. "Changbin." you giggled after saying his name, it felt good to feel it rolling off of your tongue.

Taken by the moment, you got rid off your clothes and his shirt too, admiring his beautiful body. You wanted to take your time with him and kiss him everywhere, explore him with your hands but that would have to wait for another time when you're not this desperate to get off.

You hovered over him before sitting down, your wet pussy pressed against his hard cock.

"Ah." a little moan escaped your lips as you started grinding on him with slow and languid movements, enjoying the way Changbin's cock kept twitching against you like he wanted in.

Your embarrassment completely disappeared, turning into pure pleasure as your clit kept dragging against him, your pussy clenching to be filled up. You lifted your hips just a little to grab his cock and slowly push it in, even though he was bigger, you took him well like he was made just for you.

You put in the work as you bounced on top of him, your hands roaming on his belly and chest, across his perky nipples as you grabbed at him. He was heating up even more, matching the heat of your body and the hot atmosphere created inside your room. You looked at Changbin's face and gasped, it seemed as if he was smirking ever so slightly. Your pussy clenched at the thought of him being alive and touching you too so you sped up, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet room.

"Binnie." you whimpered and he twitched hard. It was right there in the manual, just keep saying his name.

"Binnie." you said again, your movements becoming sloppier as you got more tired and closer to your high. "Changbin!" you groaned loudly once you exploded, riding your high on top of him as you gyrated your hips. Tears gathered in your eyes from the overstimulation you brought to yourself as you kept repeating his name until he exploded inside you, filling you up with ropes of warm cum.

"Fuck." you cursed, lifting off of him, feeling all sticky and embarrassed again.

"I must be crazy." you shook your head and ran to your bathroom to get cleaned up. Of course, you cleaned your dolly too and then looked at his face more closely, biting on your lip and trying to see if there were any changes in his expression.

"You need a hug, right?" you said before putting your arms around Changbin. It felt so comforting to be wrapped around him.

Your weekend was mostly uneventful as always, but this time you had Changbin watching over you as you cleaned around your apartment. You managed to take him everywhere by putting him on your office chair with wheels.

"You could help, you know?" you grunted before continuing to vacuum the living room.

Changbin's eyes followed you while you cleaned and while you did your yoga. He watched as you sat hunched over your computer in your home office and worked, typing quickly and going over all the papers you brought home. He watched you struggling with the groceries and cursing quietly.

He wished he could help.

~

Monday came around too quickly and you rolled out of bed reluctantly, not wanting to separate from Changbin's warm body.

Spring was around the corner, but it was still cold in the mornings and you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all day. But, you had a really important meeting today and you couldn't afford to be late. You were in a frenzy, getting dressed quickly as you had almost overslept through all your alarms.

"You're making it hard for me to leave my bed." you smirked at Changbin, shaking your head slightly as you grabbed your bag.

"I'll see you later, cutie." you kissed his lips and practically skipped all the way to your car.

Was it pathetic that a doll made you feel this happy?, you thought. Maybe it did, but who cares, you weren't harming anyone plus it was a gift and you should be thankful for it.

As soon as you arrived to your office, one of your employees, Tina, smirked at you.

"Good morning, boss! Did you like our gift?" she asked and you blushed profusely immediately.

"I really did. Thank you." you said and she chuckled.

"If we land this deal, you promised to take some time off. I hope you still mean that." she said, walking with you. Everyone knew you barely took time off, they'd have to pry you off of your desk and force you to finally rest.

"When we land this deal. Not if." you smirked at her, saying hello to a few more other employees as you passed them by.

"Good morning!" Maxine greeted you cheerfully. "All the reports for the meeting are ready on your desk and I prepared the presentation room for you."

"Oh, always so fast." you chuckled.

"Just keeping up with you, boss." she winked, following you into the office. You left all your stuff there and quickly looked through the reports, having already studied them, this was going to be a piece of cake for you.

Where you were shy in your personal life, at work you were the complete opposite, your ambition and drive brought you to high places and you had no problem with biting hard and showing off your skills and knowledge.

There were at least twelve people in the room and you took a deep breath in as you stood in front of them. Maxine nodded at you with a thumbs up.

The presentation went smoothly and the partners were satisfied with your results and conclusions, the deal has been made.

"Congratulations, boss! Now you can take your vacation!" Maxine said and you laughed.

"Well, maybe I should stay a little bit more to-"

"No, no. You need some wildness in your life away from all the seriousness, suits and papers, hm?"

"Maxine is right. If anyone deserves this vacay, it's you." Tina agreed and you smiled.

"I hope you two know that I will be checking in all the time." you waved your finger and both of them laughed.

"Of course." Tina nodded and you took her to the office since she'd be taking your place while you're away. The rest of the day passed by fairly quickly, even with you staying longer as always. A zap of electricity ran through your body when you remembered someone was home, waiting for you and your undivided attention.

Changbin.

"Maxine, tell Tina I got all the reports ready for our new partners and if she needs anything she can call me any time. Same goes for you." you rushed out and she looked at you with her brows lifted.

"Of course. Have a good time on your vacay!" she said, chuckling because this was the first time you were leaving before her.

~

It was raining again when you ran into your building, forgetting to bring an umbrella so you used your bag as a shield from the water once more. The first thing you did after shucking your shoes off and throwing your bag aside was run to Changbin.

He was in the same position you left him, leaned on your headboard in your bed, tucked in with a blanket.

"Hey there." you smiled and grabbed his face, kissing his lips. You had missed him all day.

"We are going on a vacation." you nodded to him with a smile. You had to admit, you felt kinda excited to finally be away from work and your repetitive routine. You just wished Changbin would come to life and enjoy the break from every day stress with you.

The next day, everything was prepared, the bag you packed was in the trunk, the tank was filled up and most importantly Changbin was in the passenger seat, strapped in and ready. You were going to drive over to your old house, where your parents used to take you for vacation when you were a kid. It was a bit out of town, a little house close to the lake. It used to be different before, there were more things to do there but you heard that some rich guy bought off most of the people who lived there so he could own the land.

Your little house was away from that area, perfectly in the middle of nowhere. Just what you needed to get your mind off of work. You got into the car and put on your favorite playlist before you started driving.

The tall city buildings soon turned into seemingly never-ending fields. You felt better instantly upon seeing the nature all around you. The sun was beating down on your car and you decided to open up the windows and let the air in as you drove and sang. Your eyes kept flitting towards Changbin, his pretty face and the way the wind kept playing with his hair. He looked so soft and sweet in those moments, making your good mood become even better.

Maybe someone would call you crazy for taking your sex doll to a vacation with you but he was more than that. You had a feeling he would be.

You drove for hours, it was almost dark when you finally parked in front of the old house. It was a little worn out since no one came out here anymore, especially after your father died due to illness and your mother had moved back to her hometown, taking care of your grandma. You visited them whenever you could but you were always swamped with work, you barely had time for yourself.

You put your bag inside first but getting Changbin in was a challenge that you somehow managed to conquer with all the strength you gathered.

"Oh my god." you huffed when you finally placed him on the sofa. "Ugh." you scrunched up your nose, realizing you have to do some cleaning up before anything else.

You got to work, cleaning up the place as you listened to some music and danced around, making the annoying chore more fun. Changbin watched you from the couch, a shadow passing over his eyes before they sparkled just for a moment. Of course, you didn't see it being too into your performance.

After cleaning up and filling up the fridge with some groceries you brought in a portable one, you decided to take a shower and change.

"Binnie, are you hungry?" you asked your sweet dolly and you could swear his eyes moved for a moment.

You tilted your head and stared him for a while, finally deciding you just imagined it.

"I guess you are." you chuckled and moved to the kitchen to prepare some dinner.

It was weird spending the afternoon cooking and sipping on wine, listening to music without a care in the world, knowing you don't have to go into work tomorrow. Or bring work to your house. Which reminded you to call Tina.

"You barely even left and you're worried already?" she chuckled.

"Just making sure everything is okay."

"Of course! I got everything under control." she assured you but you still wanted a recap, the perfectionist inside you craving to know that everything was indeed going well.

"Are you having fun though?" she asked after the report and you looked around the sparkly clean house, your eyes then landing on Changbin.

"Definitely." you said.

"Well, take care boss. We need you refreshed once you come back!"

"Of course. Have a good day, Tina."

"You too!"

You hung up and sat down to eat, looking up at Changbin a few times. After your meal you made your way to the couch, you couldn't wait to cuddle up to him.

"Let's see if there's any signal here." you muttered, turning the tv on. Luckily, the signal was good, even better than it used to be before, surprising you a little. You shrugged it off and put your legs in Changbin's lap, your head on his chest. Your own personal teddy bear.

The heat of his body and the relaxed state you were in slowly brought warmness in your navel, spreading throughout you and dripping on your panties. You bit on your lip and nuzzled into his neck, kissing his skin. Your hands started roaming his chest, the muscles you admired and liked so much. Your lips traveled on his skin and you stripped his shirt so you could continue leaving gentle kisses all over him. You unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down and then sliding them off of him with his underwear.

The sight of Changbin's cock all hard and leaking for you made you salivate, your heart beating hard against your chest. You wanted to taste him, feel the weight of him on your tongue so you kneeled down between his legs, sticking your tongue out and licking a stripe along his length.

"Oh." you were deliciously shocked when you realized he tasted sweet. It spurred you on to continue and you wrapped your lips around him, sucking on his tip and tasting more of his pre-cum. You struggled taking all of him in as you slid down, wrapping your hand around the base.

You knew Changbin probably wouldn't cum this way, since your dolly loved hearing his name moaned out before climaxing so you were doing this more for your own fun and enjoyment, revelling in the way he twitched inside your hot mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down for a while, making yourself gag a few times when you pushed in too far, your panties getting progressively more soaked. You released him with a pop and leaned back to look at him.

"Need you, Binnie." you whimpered before stripping and sitting on his lap. You wished he would reciprocate, you yearned to be touched by him. Closing your eyes, you adjusted and grabbed his length, slowly pushing it in and sitting down on him until he bottomed out inside you.

You wrapped your arms around Changbin so you could be as close to him as you can before you started moving on him slowly, feeling every inch of him filling you up and stretching your pussy perfectly.

"Binnie." you moaned out as you fucked on him slowly, feeling him twitch inside you immediately.

"Whoops." you giggled and sped up, chasing your high that has been building up ever since the moment you tasted him. The tip of Changbin's cock kept brushing against your spot every time you smacked your hips down, making you whimper and clench around him.

"Changbin!" with a loud whimper of his name you came all around him, making him finish inside you as you rode your high and held onto him, your sensitive nipples brushing against him deliciously.

"I'll be right back." you said as you stood up.

You cleaned yourself and your doll before getting dressed. You only had him for a few days but you already felt like you couldn't live without him. He was giving you some sort of comfort that you haven't felt in a long time.

"I wish you could go on a walk with me now." you sighed after calming down a little and drinking some water. It was dark out and you weren't really comfortable with walking around the lake and in the forest completely alone so you decided it would be smarter to do that in the morning.

That night you cuddled up with Changbin again, feeling happy that you brought him with you.

~

Early in the morning, you already had your coffee and quick breakfast before checking in on Tina and Maxine. You couldn't help it even though you knew that all your employees were more than capable, it was you who hired them after all.

"I'll be back soon, Binnie." you kissed your dolly, tucking him in with a blanket and leaving the tv on for him.

You walked the familiar path from your house to the lake, knowing it like the back of your hand. It almost stayed the same as it was, the only difference is that it seemed more quiet, abandoned. A few of the nearby houses were almost completely fallen apart, the wood ruined by the rain and the wind. It made you a little sad to see a place once so lively devoid of everything.

That's when you noticed something peculiar, right as you started on your way towards the forest. It was all too quiet. It seemed like there was no insect, bird or any kind of animal nearby. Usually, there were ducks in the lake, you remembered feeding them with your parents and you also remember running away screaming from all sorts of insects when you were a kid.

"Hm." you mused out loud as you continued walking. It felt a little eerie, the hairs on the back of your neck standing.

Then you heard it, a humming sound. Your brows furrowed as you followed the sound cautiously.

You didn't expect to run into a huge fence built around a building you were sure wasn't there before, because there used to be multiple houses and a children's park there. You squinted your eyes, trying to see if there was someone there but all you saw were windows with bars on them and darkness on the inside.

Then you noticed a familiar logo on the side of the building.

"Where have I seen that?" you wondered out loud.

The humming stopped suddenly, making your eyes ring as you swallowed. Fear clawed up from your stomach to your throat and you turned on your heel, something inside you telling you to run.

You didn't stop running until you got to the house, bursting in loudly, closing and locking the door quickly. Your heart hammered wildly in your chest and your eyes landed on Changbin instantly.

Making your way to him fast, you crumbled into his arms. You tried to even out your breath and calm down, all the while asking yourself who bought all the land, why was there a fence, what was the humming sound, why was that logo familiar to you?

You decided to take a relaxing bath and make some yummy lunch to forget about the weirdness of your morning.

"Oh, Binnie I am so glad you're here. Without you I'd feel so lonely." you told your dolly while you cooked. His eyes moved until they were looking directly at you, his fingers twitching against the couch, but you didn't notice, concentrated on making the food.

You spent the rest of the day inside the house and cuddled up to Changbin again that night.

You slept well until your dreams were invaded by the humming sound from earlier and it seemed as if it was louder, closer, vibrating against your body. You were confused, still on the verge of sleep, eyes still closed as your body shook.

"W-what?" you croaked out, it was as if something was shaking you. Your eyes snapped open and you realized it was Changbin, he was... vibrating?

You reached for the lamp quickly, panic rushing through your veins when suddenly he took a desperate breath in, his head turning towards you.

You shrieked, backing away and falling off the bed.

"W-what the fuck?!" you backed away until you hit the wall.

"W-water. P-please." his voice sounded raspy and you gasped, standing up and staring at him. Was this supposed to happen? There was nothing about the dolls talking and needing water in the manual.

"Please." Changbin looked at you desperately and you nodded, running downstairs before coming back up with a water bottle.

"I'm sorry." he apologized as soon as he chugged the bottle down.

"F-for what?" you asked, standing on a distance.

"Scaring you. This humming noise. It makes me tickle on the inside. It itches, it woke me up." he explained.

"You can hear that?" you asked, coming a little closer to him.

"No, I can feel it." he said. "Don't be scared of me."

"I'm- I'm not, just confused." you let out a chuckle at the absurd situation. "The manual never said anything about you coming to life."

"The manual." Changbin scoffed.

"What?" you asked and he shook his head.

"I wish I could remember who made me and who wrote the manual." he answered as you sat on the bed.

"Do you remember anything?" you asked.

"My friends? They were with me before. I don't know where they are now, all I know is I miss them." he sighed.

"Are these your friends?" you asked as you pulled up the dolly site on your phone.

"Yes! That's them." Changbin leaned in to look at the pictures. "This one." he pointed to a doll named 'Chan'. "He was the first. He took care of us after something happened. I- I can't remember what happened, but I know it was painful."

"Ugh, the humming again!" Changbin jolted, hugging himself.

"Hey, hey, calm down. We can leave right away if it's bothering you this much, don't worry." you placed your hand on his arm, trying to calm him down.

"Really?" he looked at you with sweet pitiful eyes, making your heart melt.

"Of course." you nodded and stood up, grabbing your bag and packing up immediately.

"You took all of this with a very calm attitude." Changbin scratched his head.

"I'm used to crisis, it happens at work." you said, packing up quickly. "I wouldn't be where I am if I let my emotions interfere in situations like this."

"That's what I admire, you're so dedicated to your work." Changbin said, slowly standing up, his legs wobbling a little. You paused your movements and looked up at him.

"You were aware of everything happening since you came to me?" you asked and he nodded sheepishly.

"Oh." you gulped, your face warming up. Now, that was a situation that threw you off just a little.

"I, um, I'm hungry." Changbin said and you chuckled.

"There's food downstairs, you can heat it up and eat all of it while I get everything ready for us to leave."

"Thank you." he smiled.

"No need." you answered, still feeling a little embarrassed about the fact that he was aware of everything you did to him during the last few days.

You managed to grab all your things and pack them up, turning off everything right as Changbin finished eating.

"Let's go." you said and he stopped you before you opened the door.

"Are you sure it's safe to go out? It's the middle of the night." he noted.

"I think we'd be safer in the car than staying in here?" you said and he sighed.

"Okay then, let's leave."

As soon as you walked out, you could hear the humming noise more clearly as if it had gotten louder during the night.

"I can't take it." Changbin started scratching at his body again.

"Get in the car quickly."

Luckily, you had enough gas to last to the first gas station so you buckled up and hit the pedal, getting the hell away from that creepy place.

Changbin felt better the more distance you put between the car and the lake.

A few days later, since you were still on your vacation, you were enjoying getting to know Changbin.

It was as if he was human and lived an entire life, even though he couldn't remember it at all. He could only put together bits and pieces, talking mostly about his friends and some disaster that happened, an awful feeling filling him up as he tried to remember more of it. All he could think of was Chan who tried to protect him and the other dolls. They were all alive then.

"Do you think they came to life too?" you asked that afternoon as the two of you cuddled, some movie playing in the background but you weren't paying attention to it.

"I would hope so. I wish we could find them." he sighed.

"Maybe we can. I could pull some connections."

"Really? You'd do that?" he smiled instantly, sitting up excitedly.

"Of course. Look, you probably heard me..." you grimaced but continued. "When I said I'm happy to have you, I was really lonely before and I was actually hoping you'd come to life."

"Does that mean I'm your boyfriend now?" Changbin giggled and you melted on the spot.

"Yes." you nodded and he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, making you squeal and chuckle.

You were sure he was made just for you.

~

Making your way from a refreshing shower, you didn't expect to be pinned to the wall by Changbin as soon as you walked into your room.

"B-Binnie!" you eyes widened, a zap of electricity running through your body instantly, making you feel aroused in the matter of milliseconds.

"I've wanted to do this from the moment I saw you." he said lowly, making you gulp as you stared into his darkened eyes. He was silently asking for your permission and you nodded ever so slightly, your heartbeart speeding up.

Changbin's lips quirked up in that cute smirk you adored on him, his hands sliding down your arms to the towel wrapped around your body. He undid the knot and let it fall to the floor, his eyes raking all over your exposed body.

You felt like your breath got caught in your throat when Changbin leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. Time stopped for a moment before he brought you back to earth with his hands on your chest, squeezing your breasts as he started moving his lips against yours. You parted your lips to let him in, he was sweet and hot at the same time, making your body yearn for his so you arched into him.

Smirking against your lips, Changbin let his hands travel lower, until they touched your thighs. You shivered as he kept kissing you, his fingertips ghosting on your inner thigh. Your moans were muffled against his lips and he kissed you harder before leaning back, letting his hand rest between your thighs as he touched your pussy.

"So wet for me." he smirked.

"B-Binnie, please." you whimpered.

"Please what, honey?" he kept smirking as you whined.

"I need to feel you." you whispered, your cheeks heating up.

"I need to feel you too." he couldn't really tease you for too long, the more he slid his fingers against your pussy, bringing the wetness up to your clit, the more it made him twitch in his pants.

You were overpowered by want and your hands flew to his shirt. It didn't take long for him to be as naked as you were. He was already hard and dripping, eager to bring you pleasure.

Changbin's arms gripped at the back of your thighs. "Jump." he smirked and you gasped, jumping up while he helped you, wrapping your legs around him. The tip of his cock rubbed against you, making you clench.

"H-here?" you whispered and he smiled.

"Why not?" Changbin whispered back and you held onto him tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck, fingertips grazing at his upper back.

"Okay." you whined as he pressed into you, his tip slipping between your folds.

"Mm, so good." he groaned, pushing in and you welcomed him, shaping around him perfectly as he bottomed out.

"Binnie." you moaned out, your nails digging into his skin.

"D-don't say my name yet." he gripped at your hips and you bit on your lip, trying to hold in your desperation. Changbin slowly started to move, his cock spreading your pussy apart deliciously.

"A-ah!" you whimpered as his tip brushed against your spot with each languid thrust. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss as you held onto him, trying to bring your hips closer to him.

"M-more." you whined.

"More?" he breathed out, his voice shaky. He was holding back.

"Please Binnie, fuck me harder, please!" you begged desperately, your pussy clenching around him and making him inhale sharply.

"As you wish, honey." he smirked a little before all hell broke loose when his hips started snapping into yours with vigor. He knocked the breath out of your lungs as you scratched at his skin, your entire body shaking from the force he fucked you with.

You couldn't help it, you were moaning so loudly, not even caring if your neighbors could hear you as Changbin kept fucking into you hard, the tip of his cock brushing against your spot every time he pushed in deep. You held onto him for dear life, you couldn't even feel your legs in that moment.

His little desperate moans filled up your ears, making you even more wet than before, adding to the high that was building up inside you.

"Are you gonna cum, honey?" he gripped your ass hard as he kept fucking you.

"Y-yes, gonna cum for you, Binnie!" you felt him twitch inside you and that was all you needed before you exploded, squirting on him and making him whine. His name kept spilling from your lips and his hips stuttered as he came, exploding inside you and filling you up.

"Wow." he breathed as he finally released you and you shook, holding onto him. Changbin lifted you up in his strong arms and placed your shivering body on the bed.

"I'll be right back, honey." he said and you nodded, still speechless.

Changbin came back to clean you up, bringing you a bottle of water.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked as you were silent.

"No, no, you were perfect Binnie." you smiled, reaching out to touch his face. "So good, that I'm just ready to sleep now." you added and he chuckled, puffing his chest out with pride.

You rolled your eyes playfully as your head hit the pillow and Changbin tucked you in much like you did to him, before he laid down next to you.

"Hey, y/n?" he whispered after a few moments of silence.

"Yes, Binnie?"

"I love you." he said and your heart skipped a beat. It was unbelieveable how quickly you came to love him too.

"I love you." you whispered back, kissing him before the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

Your days with Changbin were passing by like a breeze, and pretty soon you were already back to work. All your employees noted that you're glowing and that you've never looked happier, thinking it was the break that did that when in fact it was love.

Changbin had also managed to pull you out of the house more, the two of you going to the gym and enjoying active dates and you couldn't remember the last time you had so much fun with someone, let alone a boyfriend. It's like he knew exactly what you needed, sometimes even before you knew it.

He loved watching you cook, a lovesick look in his eyes as he propped his face up on his palm and just observed you.

"It'd be nice if you helped." you smirked, breaking him out of his trance.

"Yes, in a moment." he smiled then, grabbing your hand and stopping whatever you were doing as he gently pulled it towards him, pressing his lips on the top of your hand. You chuckled, goosebumps littering your skin as he stood up. Changbin stood behind you, enveloping his arms around you, his hands covering yours.

"This is not helping." you giggled when his breath tickled your neck.

"No?" he smirked, pressing himself into you.

You knew you weren't going to cook that dinner any time soon.

You felt lucky to have him, but there was one problem. You had tried getting some information through your workplace, about all the other dolls but whoever had sent them to the buyers, erased every trace of where the dolls have been sent. You couldn't track any of them and Changbin couldn't remember anything, no matter how hard he tried.

You kept thinking about the lake house, the humming noise and the weird building, the eerie quietness of the entire forest. It made the hair on the back of you neck stand, shivers running down your spine.

You tried researching it on the internet but came up with nothing.

Then one day, there was a call.

"Hello?" you answered with an unsure voice, the unknown number throwing you off. Especially because the call was on your private phone and not many people had that number. If it was business or anything of that sort they'd call you on your work cell.

Changbin looked up from the clothes he was folding and you shrugged.

"Is this miss L/n?" a monotone male voice asked.

"Yes, this is she." you answered.

"I understand you have Changbin dolly."

"Ugh. Yes." you looked at Changbin with a frown, and he came closer to listen.

"Well, we're sorry to inform you but the dolls have all malfunctioned and will need to be taken back. The money will be returned." you wondered how they knew the doll was gifted to you and how they had your number.

"What do you mean by 'malfunctioned'?" you asked suspiciously as Changbin eyed you nervously.

"We cannot discuss such matters unless you are part of the staff." the monotone voice answered.

"The staff?" your brows furrowed in confusion.

"Please, don't defy our command. We will come pick up the doll. Goodbye."

Click.

"Hello?" you stood there confused as Changbin's eyes filled with fear.

"I- I don't wanna go back there!" he panicked suddenly, grabbing at you.

"Hey, it's okay! We will find a way for you to stay. I don't want them to take you away either." you pulled Changbin into a hug and he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you a little.

"I feel this fear inside me, I don't know why. That voice-"

"Do you recognize it?" you asked and Changbin nodded.

"I do. But I can't remember who it is. There is like... different faces in my head all coming up at the same time." he pursed his lips in thought.

"Okay, we could drive up to my mother and grandma tomorrow?" you suggested.

"How are you going to explain me to them?"

"I'll just say you're my boyfriend, none of the doll talk, okay? We met at a gym or something." you said and Changbin chuckled, caressing your face.

"How convenient." he joked.

"Hey, it's believeable!" you defended and he giggled.

"Fine, fine, it is." he agreed as the cogs inside your brain already started turning.

You had to plan out how to avoid work because you haven't told your coworkers anything about the doll they gifted you coming to life.

You just hoped you could get Changbin safely out of here.

Early in the morning you were already packing together with Changbin but a ring on your doorbell stopped you dead in your tracks.

"Who's here at 6:30am?" you frowned, walking towards the door.

After opening it and unlocking the door, Changbin trailing behind you, you gasped in shock. There were six men in suits standing on your doorway.

"We came to collect the doll." one of them said.

"You can't!" you yelled.

"Why?" the man asked.

"He is alive, he has free will and he doesn't want to go with you! Now leave, before I sue your entire company!" you tried threatening them but they just exchanged silent looks.

"Step aside. We are going to collect the doll."

"Over my dead body." you got angry but Changbin quickly interfered.

"Y/n, please be careful." he begged as the men stepped inside and you launched your body aside, grabbing the baseball bat you kept near the door.

Changbin gasped as they grabbed him, no matter how strong he was they somehow seemed stronger. He looked up and saw you swinging the bat at one of them men, his eyes wide.

The bat collided with one of the suited men's face, fear rushing through your veins when a piece of his skin came flying off, revealing wires beneath the facade of a human face.

You shrieked, stepping back and the man looked at you before pulling out a huge syringe and walking towards Changbin.

"Stop it! No!" you screamed but the other men grabbed you, throwing the bat aside and holding you back as you thrashed around, trying to escape their hold.

The syringe was plunged into Changbin's neck and he immediately slumped down. You kept yelling at them but they dragged him away, slamming your own door in your face.

You had no idea what to do in that moment. Your body slid down on the floor as you sobbed. They took away Changbin from you, the man who loves you. Anger bubbled up inside you and then you remembered.

Property of BIMT.

You scrambled to stand up and ran to your laptop, quickly typing it in.

"The logo!" you gasped, remembering the building near the house lake. You knew the exact location they'd take Changbin.

"Bang Institute of Modern Technology? Ugh, as in Helena Bang the famous scientist?" you clicked on the page.

You skimmed through the article, finding out that Helena had died five years ago from a mysterious illness, all her research and work falling into the hands of a rich man whose name was doctor Park.

"I'm coming to get you Binnie, don't you worry."

~

In his room, Felix heard commotion outside of the door. He rushed to it, his palms pressed against the cold metal as he peeped through the slit.

A few of the suited men were carrying Changbin towards another room, opposite of Felix's.

"Changbin! Changbin, can you hear me?!" Felix yelled desperately and one of them turned towards the sound, lifting his fist and pounding loudly against Felix's door, scaring him.

"Be quiet, number six!" the man yelled. Felix backed away with tears gathering in his eyes.

What will they do to them now?

“Shhh,” he pants, stroking himself faster, the tip leaking. “Wanna see ‘em messy. Wanna—” His voice breaks into a whine as he leans over you, cock twitching before thick ropes of cum stripe across your tits, splattering up your collarbone. His breathing’s uneven, jaw slack, but his eyes are wide, soaking in the sight like it’s the most important thing he’s ever seen.

And then he’s moving, scrambling one-handed for his phone, still trying to catch his breath. “Baby, baby don’t move—please—please just stay like that.” He’s already thumbing the camera open. “Just one picture. Just for me. No one will ever see it, I swear.”

You raise a brow, but he’s relentless—kneeling over you, phone hovering, his free hand brushing hair from your face. “Pleeeease, baby. I’m begging. I need this. I’ll never delete it. I’ll think about it every time I’m away from you. Please, baby, you don’t understand how fucking perfect you look right now.”

There’s something about the raw need in his voice—the way his pupils are blown wide, the way his chest is still heaving—that makes you finally nod. “One,” you say, and his grin is instant, boyish and filthy all at once.

He takes it slow, angling you, making sure the light catches the slick sheen on your skin, the drip sliding lower. You hear the faint click of the shutter, and then another, and another—because of course one wasn’t enough.

By the time he’s set the phone down, you’re still glaring at him through the afterglow. “You’re disgusting,” you mutter, swiping at a streak of cum before it can slide too far. “You couldn’t even wait? You just had to have a trophy?”

Changbin just laughs—deep, shameless, still a little breathless. “Damn right.” He leans down, catching your wrist before you can wipe more away, pushing your hand back to the bed. “Don’t clean it up yet. I like looking at it.”

“Bin—”

“What?” He grins, smug and unrepentant, dropping a kiss to your sternum right above the mess he made. “You’re telling me you don’t like knowing your boyfriend is gonna be jerking off to you when he’s halfway across the world? That I’ll be in some hotel bed with this picture open, wishing I was here instead?”

You open your mouth to scold him again, but he’s already nosing between your breasts, tongue swiping at a drop like he’s trying to taste the memory. “Mm… yeah,” he mumbles, more to himself than to you. “That’s gonna keep me sane when I’m gone.”

“Or insane,” you shoot back, but he just hums, smiling into your skin.

“Same difference.”