#changbin reader

y/n smiled lightly leaning against Changbin as they waited in line for their turn to ride the ferris wheel.

Changbin smiled watching the younger male, the cold wind had turned the tip of his nose red and his cheeks were flushed. Changbin had never seen the younger like that, there was a sparkle in his eyes and his smile hadn’t faltered since they had got in line for the ferris wheel.

This was going to mark the end of their first official date and Changbin was jittery and excited. He kept on shivering and he was pretty sure it wasn’t because of the cold.

When they had climbed into the small open ferris wheel cart y/n sat next to him their bodies pressed together and their fingers intertwined.

They sat in silence until they had made it a distance into the sky.

“you know, I’m expecting you to kiss me when we get to the top, right?” Changbin startled, he had been observing the carnival as it got farther and farther away, now he turned to look at y/n.

“I mean I was thinking of it, I just didn’t want to do it in case it made you uncomfortable.”  Changbin replied after a minute of shocked silence.

y/n laughed, airy and carefree, “Well this is me telling you that it is more than okay.”

Changbin nodded, he could feel a blush crawling its way up his neck, when he looked away from y/n’s smile he could see that they were almost at the top.

He wasn’t sure where all the nerves came from, he had been so excited for this before but now that y/n had assured him it was fine and it wasn’t just an idea in his head he could feel the anxiety eating away his confidence.

When they did get to the top of the Ferris wheel came to a gentle stop, a look down showed people climbing off one of the carts, Changbin looked at y/n who was smiling at him.

There was no pressure, just a silent expectation, a wish that Changbin was going to grant.

Changbin smiled as well, he pulled his hand away from y/n’s and placed it on the others cheek.

He leaned forward and kissed him, chaste and soft, barely the brush of lips against lips.

He moved to pull away but y/n’s hand moved to the back of his head and he was pulled bag in, deeper this time, more desperate, the moment y/n pulled away Changbin wanted to cry in protest.

When he looked at the younger, the sparkle in his eyes was still there and his smile ever present had changed into a satisfied one, the smile of a man who tasted gold and wanted to keep it all to himself.

It made Changbin feel like he was the most precious person in the entire world.

They sat in silence after that, their fingers intertwined once again and their hearts filled to satisfaction, they had drifted closer together at this point, y/n glued to changbin’s side, head on Changbin’s shoulder.

When they disembarked Changbin let go of y/n’s hand, it could not have been more than a few seconds but the younger latched onto him the second they were in more open space.

y/n’s pout was childish, Changbin laughed, it made y/n pout more and Changbin laughed more.

y/n was joking about something while they walked, headed for the car to go home.

They stopped walking for a second when a strong gust of wind blew across the parking lot, Changbin felt y/n shiver next to him.

Carefully pulling his hand out of y/n’s Changbin slipped of his jacket, he placed it on y/n’s shoulders with a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Thank you.” y/n was looking at him the same way he’d looked at him after they kissed it made Changbin feel special and amazing all over again.

Changbin nodded and turned away the light blush growing into a searing hot rush of blood.

y/n took Changbin’s hand again and they continued walking in silence, Changbin could still see the happy smile on y/n’s face.

“Yeah, I am,” he exhaled gradually, glancing back at the knots in his hands, “totally ok.”

Your eyebrows creased in concern, but you couldn’t really hide your amusement. “How did all of that happen?”

“I guess the person who left it in the attic last didn’t take much care with these lights,” he remarked, picking at a particularly tight knot.

You giggled softly. “Well, do you need any help?”

“No!” he cried, just a bit too quickly. He lost the urgency as he continued, “No, it’s ok. I’ve got this. Is the tea ready?”

You hummed as a yes. “Do you want it now? It’s still a bit too hot for your taste I’d say but...”

“Yes please.”

Nodding, you slipped away from the chair and headed back to the kitchen. As you went, he called after you, “Oh, babe?”

“Yeah?” You popped your head back round the door frame.

“Do you mind fetching the other boxes of decorations from the attic? I think they’re right at the back though.”

“Sure, don’t see why not.”

Bringing him his tea, you rested it on the windowsill above where he was sat. “Don’t get scared!” he teased as you passed back.

You shot him a grin. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t. Wouldn’t want to entertain you that much.” 

He scoffed at that, as you went up the stairs. Taking each step as slowly as you could, you kept your eyes on him until the last second, watching him as he tentatively reached up to take the mug into his hand. As he whispered an ‘ouchie’ when the hot liquid met his tongue, you couldn’t help but snort, “Told you so.” Though you immediately bounded up the rest of the staircase so he couldn’t retort back.

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As you brought the boxes down into the living room, you were confronted with Changbin at a different stage in his decoration process each time.

Untangling the lights. Picking up pine needles that had molted from their branches. Beginning to wrap the christmas lights round the tree. Catching the tree as it fell because he pulled the lights round a little too hard.

As you placed the last box on the sofa, you found him with his arms stretched, pivoted on one foot and waving his spread fingers, engaged in an epic battle with the fir.  He was trying to wrap the lights around the topmost rung of the christmas tree. Though, his short stature, which was rarely a problem, had reared its head as a nuisance in this avenue. 

It wasn’t always easy being taller than your boyfriend. But it was times like these where your extra height became a very handy bonus.

“Bin, let me do this part,” you asserted gently, taking the final line of red and gold from his hands. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

His lips parted to protest but being confronted with you effortlessly swinging the lights and securing them at the back first try really didn’t aid any proposed arguments. “Thanks love,” he sighed, finding relief in that it was done.

“It’s no problem, I’m just glad my height can be nice, even if it is only rarely,” you admitted, returning to the decoration boxes and shifting their lids off to the side.

Changbin’s eyes softened as he noticed the tone in your voice. 

That subject had some up many times in conversation, and he was well aware how uncomfortable you were about it sometimes. He wished the world didn’t have to be so cruel: as he always said, it wasn’t your fault, nor was it his—even if he sometimes joked that it was—and that it was only because others had decided their narrative. And just because the two of you didn’t fit that narrative, didn’t mean you were wrong, or had to shy away.

He just wished you didn’t have to take the brunt of it.

He enjoyed the difference though, as deep down he enjoyed being coddled and kept warm and safe with someone bigger. And so what, it was personality that mattered anymore anyway—the way that you gave him inspiration by literally doing so little, the way you teased him and offered him advice, the way you picked him up when he was down. Just because you could also do that literally didn’t mean you were any less. In fact, to him, it made you ten times better.

He wished he knew how to convey that to you.

“Love, your height is more useful than you could ever imagine,” he managed, coming behind you and leaning against your back, arms snaking round your waist. “And I know you don’t see it yet, but just remember that I would be screwed if I didn’t have you here with me. Because you help me reach new heights all the time. Physical and metaphorical.”

You chuckled, twisting your body and shifting his weight so he was now on your front, and you could hold in him return. You revelled in his warmth, something you never understood—how could such a small ball be so warm?—and took in the sight of a contented Changbin, his whole body relaxed, and eyes closed.

You took the opportunity as you saw it, retrieving a finger and booping his nose, which startled him, eyes flicking open. “Hm? What?”

You exhaled blissfully, rubbing shapes on his shoulder as they came into your head, trying to recall what you had aimed to say. “I... yes, do you want to start with the decorations now?”

He shook his head dozily against your chest. It seemed your presence was almost too comforting for him to keep awake.

Pressing your lips gently to his forehead, you tried to usher some energy into his suddenly sleepy state, while also relishing in the hum that it garnered from him.

“Will I get more kisses if I get the tree done now?” he mumbled, eyes slowly opening, blinking to chase away some tiredness as best he could.

You nodded firmly. “Of course, Binnie!”

“Well, then,” he managed to shrug himself off from you, stretching his back as he went, “we’d definitely better get started as soon as possible then.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at that. “Sure thing, Bin. Let’s go.” 

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AN: Welp, I hope this isn’t shockingly bad. I wrote it while a bit tired tho so idk skskks