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cheeseceli · 9 months

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Skz reaction to their s/o listening to angry music

Pairing: ot8 skz × gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: I'm pretty sure this is fluff

Request: "i was wondering if u could write like a reaction of skz when they find out that yn is listening to angry music (metal, rage rap,..)"

A/N: I AM SO LATE with this request, I'm so so sorry😭 it took me a while to figure out how i wanted to write this but I hope you like it nevertheless! Also first time I use dividers and I think it's so cute (credits in the end of the post)

Bang Chan

I think he would be so surprised?? Mainly if your music taste doesn't match your appearance

Like imagine you wear such soft clothes and then you're listening to rage in your headphones

He would be tempted to make more songs like this to stray kids though

And would ask for your opinion ofc, might even put your name in the credits

Will also send tiktoks he finds about angry music all the time

And if he ever gets to know one of your favourite artists (this man knows the whole entertainment industry atp) he will let you know and might even bring you an autograph

Lee Know

He would find out your music taste when you guys made one of those matchings in spotify

He swore you guys would be more than 90% compatible

you were only 34%

he is in shock

But he listens to every single song that shows up on the matching

Might even add some to his favourites

Will let you know his opinions too

And if another member likes angry music as well, he will mention you in the conversation

He might even use this as a way to bring you closer to the members

His s/o and his best friends, he would love that

Changbin

If you like angry rap he is now taking notes lmao

Will try to incorporate it in his own rap

Takes you to concerts!!

Buy you merch!!

Tries to meet with your favourite artists!!

Makes angry music for skz!!

Will do everything and anything when it comes to your likings, including musical taste

And he would add angry music in your karaoke nights

He is screaming from the top of his lungs into the mic but he is so happy lol

Please scream with him, thank you

Hyunjin

I feel like he always knew that

It was probably one of the first things he knew about you

And even though he might not like this musical genre personally, he will probably listen to it sometimes and will have some of your songs in his playlist

But he likes it the most when he is driving and you play one of your playlists on the radio

When you sing along>>

And!!

If you know the story behind one of the artists/songs PLEASE tell him

He would love to listen to you explain it to him

Han

You can't convince me that this man doesn't have some songs like that in his playlist as well

He goes to the gym listening to the most agressive songs ever

So he actually is pretty happy you guys have something else in common

And if you guys like the same artist or the same song, he is in heaven

Specially if it's metal

Nothing will change my mind, he listens to metal a lot

And agressive rap

Will also incorporate to his rap sometimes and maybe will even put some references to your favourite artists on the lyrics

Will add a lot of your recommendations to his playlist

Felix

Tried to do a matching on spotify as well and was in shock with how many metal and rap was there

Asks you to make a playlist for him recommending some songs

Will show your recs to the members as well

Suddenly all the dorm is listening to metal

And if you ever think that his voice could match one of your favourites songs, he would be so honoured fr

Like, you're making an association between a thing that you love and him, he is so genuinely happy

Will try to sing it ofc

Seungmin

He is other one who I think will probably not like the genre that much

But will listen to it whenever you listen to it

He really likes to share an earphone with you

If you're up to it, so is he

And also likes to pick which song you're listening to

Will make a whole queue for you to listen

And if he ever comes across to another angry music, he is sending it to you immediately

I.N

Now that they have personal instagram accounts (I'm so happy lmao) he will post a picture on his stories and will let you choose the song

So he is wearing the cutest outfit but rage is playing on the background

He finds it pretty cool ngl

And since we're talking about fashion

He would love to see how your musical taste reflects on your clothes, if it does

It's so interesting he swears

He would also spoil you with merch and concerts

I believe he would try to listen to some angry music to try to impress you lmao

Like you'd be listening to some music and somehow he knows the artist, the album and even the release date

Pretend you didn't see him search everything on google

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Dividers by @cafekitsune (thank you btw!)

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cleyellow-wood · 2 years

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a/n: hello! just a silly lil royalty!au, arranged-marriage!au with the one and only bang chan and princess!reader to get it out of my system. mentions of other k-pop idols but skz-centric. mostly exploration of world-building, and the very beginnings of the arranged marriage (and i mean whatever word can come before beginning)

enjoy! maybe another fic in this universe is in the works. who knows? not me!

[10:28 AM]

it’s past afternoon tea and your stomach aches, but not for the reason of being comfortably stuffed.

“do you want me to get on my knees and beg?” you ask hotly, setting the full, untouched cup of wine on the cabinet and turning around to look at the man sitting behind the desk. your father watches you with pity, and you want to rip your skin off your body for it. it feels disgusting on you—a coating of oil that feels similar to shame. “i won’t marry anyone. i refuse it.”

“why not? your prospects are many, and you’re an intelligent woman. any man of similar intelligence would be honoured to marry you.”

“that’s not what matters. i don’t care if they like me. i love—“ someone else.

the words are on the tip of your tongue but you stop yourself, biting your lip until it bleeds and correcting yourself. “i love my freedom too much to be chained by marriage.”

your father rises, and you turn to face him fully, your heart struggling to keep itself together in your chest. it feels like it’s slowly peeling apart, rubber glue barely enough to keep the shards from disappearing in the abyss below.

“i know the wound lord yeonjun’s death left on your heart has barely had time to begin to heal, and i’ve done my absolute best to postpone this decision despite the council’s insistence, but you must understand. the council don’t know of your entanglement with him. they don’t understand why you’re—“

“they don’t understand me grieving the loss of my dear companion and champion? i don’t need to marry when felix is heir to your throne,” you spit, ignoring the tight bruising knot in your chest. “he’s the one who you should be arranging to marry. not i.”

“the unrest within the capital has been growing since the escalation of the war. brokering a proposal between two warring kingdoms is near impossible until we can peacefully communicate with our enemies. that is not my biggest concern right now.” walking around his desk, your father pours himself a cup of wine and takes a long pull, sighing. he walks through the archway, and there is the unspoken order for you to follow him into the open courtyard just outside of his office.

the sun feels warm on your numb skin as you clasp your hands in front of you, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. your father sits beneath one of the smaller trees branching up, and you look up at the wooden beams that cross the blue sky. vines and flowers and decades-old plants that have made their home here have wrapped tight around the wood, drape to form a green canopy that still allows golden light to stream through.

it reminds you of when you were a child, and only the daughter of the crown prince. you had so few responsibilities then, playing with felix in these gardens while your father spoke to your grandfather on matters that didn’t concern you.

a part of you wonders where your brother is now. he hasn’t written in weeks, although you don’t doubt his time is stretched thin during a tour.

you miss him. you miss your friends that have gone off with him.

you sit down beside your father, and look into your lap as he cradles his goblet of wine in his palms. he’s never liked the stuff. only ever started drinking when he became king, and you know, then, that they’ve been backed into a corner. if a war is not a king’s biggest concern, then it must be his people. his life. his family’s life at stake.

you eye the liquid numbly, and can’t bring yourself to be angry anymore.

“our banks are running low. the economy is floundering under this war,” your father says softly. “the weather will freeze in a few months, too. the people are losing hope in the crown when the idea of starving through the winter is more than just a far possibility. before we return our focus on the war, i must remedy the unrest spreading through our people like wildfire. if i don’t… well, i don’t think i have to spell it out for my smart daughter.”

you smile half-heartedly, but it fades quick. your father falls silent, and you gently take the cup of wine from his hand and pour it out onto the grass beneath their feet. he doesn’t protest when you bend down to set the goblet in the dirt, straightening up again and staring at the ground.

you can’t look at him. you don’t know when this conflict made your father a stranger to you, but now, it feels like you’re seven again, watching the birds, not understanding a thing in this world. the inhale you take is cool, warning of the season to come, and it calms your heart beginning to race.

“this war has forced us to funnel all our resources into the wrong things,” you intone quietly. “we have alchemists using precious minerals to create concoctions that could raze a peasant’s farmland in an instant when we should be helping them prepare.”

“i know.” your father’s long heavy sigh. you feel his gaze on your face, and meet it. almost at once, his hand reaches to touch your cheek gently, and you close your eyes as he tilts your head forward to kiss your forehead. a small pulse of warmth seeps into your skin, and it runs down your body, spreading through your chest cavity like honey. “the council’s adamant that we strengthen our bonds with the common folk by arranging a marriage between you and one of the newer lords that have risen from the peasantry. they have their own champion they wish to see on the council.”

“so they want him to breed me like a bitch in a kennel,” you finish for him desolately and he opens his mouth to argue but you beat him to it. it’s all your body will be fit for. no matter how powerful you are. “you’re their king.” lifting your head, you stare at him. “why can’t you stand to say no?”

“their ties reach into the every branch of our nobility. i can’t upset them when their support, the people’s support, is needed to maintain stability.”

“but you’re their king,” you repeat. “enforce the law. if they aren’t loyal to you no matter your decision, what is the point of the crown? the point of any of us being held at higher esteem than the rest of the people? the point of our blood being blessed with alchemic properties was so that our word would be held as law.”

“you want me to rule with an iron fist,” he questions, raising an eyebrow, “with the gentry in fear of who will die next? our ancestors have waged enough war using the power they had been blessed with. i refuse to continue that legacy.”

“and i admire that about you, father, but there comes a point where you must put your foot down. i’m your daughter.” you take hold of his hand on your cheek, clasping it tightly in your lap. “i don’t want to marry anyone. i know that my feelings for lord yeonjun weren’t appropriate, but i would rather die his unknown lover than marry another man.”

“that is not your choice to make. your life is not your own, nor will it ever be. that is the burden we were all born with, and i will not see your head on a pitchfork held in a starving farmer’s hand because i did nothing to pacify them,” your father says in a tone that concludes the matter entirely. he twists his hand to hold onto yours, and those eyes, eyes that you’ve been told that you have, stare back at you with a foreign sheen.

your throat cinches, the noose tying itself. at that moment, you know that if your father asks you again to marry a stranger, you’ll say yes without a second more of protest.

duty, and loyalty.

you owe that to your king, too.

your father squeezes your hand. “you and felix are the most precious things in my life. i would do anything for you to be born in some other family unbound of all these tiresome obligations.”

“i’m happy right where i am,” you insist, but even that gets caught in your throat, half a lie. lowering your voice to a whisper, you repeat it again. “i’m happy right where you are, father. ask me again, and i’ll do it. i’ll marry whoever you ask.”

“you asked for me, your grace?”

the voice startles you out of your wits and you spin around on the bench. your hands spring away from your father’s as you spot a figure bowed beneath the archway. a figure that makes your blood run cold.

“rise, champion.”

it can’t be him. he is who the people want whispering in felix’s ear once he sits on the council?

you can’t. you can’t marry him.

his dark brown eyes meet yours as he straightens up, and there is not even a flare of recognition behind them. “oh. your highness. i didn’t realize you would be here, too.”

“lord christopher.” the name falls from your mouth without it meaning to, and your fingers flinch into a fist by your side, hidden in the folds of your dress. you hadn’t meant to have such an instant reaction to the man, but his mere appearance in your father’s garden has your mind reeling.

his skin has tanned from the sun, and his freckles are more apparently as he peers at you. he’s dressed in a casual smock, sans his armour but with his sword sheathed at his side, his hair wild and untamed. he must’ve just come back from riding, or something arduous like it; there’s sweat dripping down his temples.

“come. sit with us,” your father invites, and your mouth goes dry.

you haven’t spoken to him in months, though you’ve seen him often since. yeonjun had been best friends with one of his best friends after all, so they’d been in the same circles, and just because yeonjun had passed didn’t mean you could suddenly slough off your old companions.

lord christopher was at his funeral, and he had offered condolences for your loss.

those words come back to bite you now.

“what do you know of my loss, wolf?”

now he stands before you, your future husband. you know it before your father even speaks it. suggests it. commands it.

you don’t know what aches more—your head or your heart.

you can’t marry him.

“wine?” your king offers.

but you will.

“no, thank you, your grace,” lord christopher says, and his eyes refuse to meet yours as he sits on the bench angled slanted to the one you’re perched on. his body won’t face you. his head is cordially tilted to his majesty, but somehow, you are the one locked out from a heart. “wine has never been to my taste.”

chan walks you back to your room on the orders of your father.

chan. it feels strange to call him that in your head after all these months adamantly distancing yourself from both him and changbin, but the familiarity makes your heart wilt in yearning. you’ve missed his steady gait, his quiet presence. he never speaks unless he thinks he must; a trait you are most grateful for at this moment.

it gives you time to think. formulate what you need to say in the most efficient phrasing possible.

it takes most of the walk to your rooms to decide on what to say, and as soon as you do, you open your mouth.

“if i had a choice,“ you begin suddenly, voice catching. you’ve been trying to hold back your tears for the past ten minutes since you’ve left your father’s office courtyard, and you clear your throat painfully, “i would have never chosen to marry. i think you deserve to know that before we go through with all the celebrations and we have to pretend we’re happy.”

“i know,” he says quietly. he rests his wrist on the pommel of his sword, and they both stop in the corridor. they’re alone, and they face each other. your eyes finally meet chan’s as determinedly as you can and your stomach turns. whatever speech you had constructed falters, crumbles into dust.

he looks the same since. not even older, or more tired.

just the same.

why does that devastate you?

is it because then it feels like yeonjun’s death never happened? his mark is invisible, unfelt. perhaps well-concealed. it brings you back only to last year when you’d been riding through the forests, chasing after a boy in front of you, racing with another at your side. nothing was wrong then. you just remember shouting to the man before you that no one could catch up to yeonjun once he was on horseback.

no one could ever reach the river before him.

it used to be a memory that made you smile.

then, you think maybe it’s envy. that he can look and act so normal when you’re little more than tatters at court is a feat that’s worthy of jealousy. why does he get to be even close to resembling a human when you’re nothing more than shredded remnants of your old body? you feel like you’ve been eviscerated by claws of grief, each strip of you remaining laying forgotten on some foreign street.

though you’d never been close to chan specifically, you can’t help but feel a yearning to be close to him again. close to anyone. the past half-year since the funeral has passed by in lonely hours. though none of the public know of your romantic affair with the now-dead heir to one of the great houses of your kingdom, everyone had known you two’d been companions.

then again, chan was an outsider to that band of boys, just like you were. it’d been yeonjun, changbin, and wooyoung since the beginning, and you tagged along because of yeonjun; chan being the same with changbin.

it would only make sense that the outsiders would not be as affected by the death of a best friend. at least, that’s what you want the public to think.

changbin hasn’t returned to court at all, still mourning in his ancestral family home. wooyoung is the only one you still speak to regularly as he’s never left the capital nor is he as easy to shake off with his smile hiding so much hurt.

but you’ve avoided chan for so long that standing here in silence with him isn’t awkward, only isolating. your hands tremble in their tight fists and you don’t know whether or not you should step forward or back. he’s the head of his own house at only twenty-two, an accomplished knight, but he still defers to you, so he will do what is asked of him with all the curtesy of a humble lord in the presence of his royal.

you know everything about their new betrothal makes sense. you know that you’ll do your duty, too, and create heirs to further your line.

but you know you can’t force chan into the same fate as yourself just because you’ve lost your chance at love, and you know he knows that you can’t love him.

nothing is fair to the kind-hearted, and everything is karmic to the devil.

“you should find a paramour,” you find yourself saying. his eyes widen, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you clasp your hands behind your back and lift your chin at him. “i will not satiate you, i’m sure, past the years we’ve created enough heirs, and perhaps even during, so you should find another person willing to fulfill you. i will do my best to keep your affair secret from the public, but know that i won’t stand in your way.”

“princess—“

“we will do what is needed of us,” you continue. “i only ask that you are present in our future children’s lives and efficient in your duties as a future council member, but anything relating to your personal life is none of my concern.” his lips twitch into a frown. you don’t bother to hide the fact that you’re struggling to keep yourself together as your voice wavers. “i’m sorry i cannot be the wife you want.”

“don’t apologize,” chan replies immediately. he steps closer, his expression softening, and he moves to reach out for you. both pairs of eyes dart to his hands that have frozen mid air. slowly, chan curls them into fists, and he bows his head, letting them hang at his sides. “if that is what my princess demands, then i’ll do it, but i will never act outside of our marriage. my loyalty is to you alone.”

“what if you fall in love with someone?” you challenge. “you won’t be able to be with them if you bind yourself to me.”

“i won’t.”

“how do you know?” “i won’t look at another woman if you stand before me. there is no other woman to look at,” he answers honestly and your throat goes dry, gut twisting at his earnest tone. “i just... i just wish for us to be friends again. i don’t want us to be strangers trapped together in a room when we used to know each other.”

“chan...”

he smiles. it makes his entire face soften like fresh-baked bread, and you want to reach out to poke his cheek. like you’re familiar with him, his smile a refraction of the sun that used to live in your heart. a sun that begins to rise when chan’s smile grows so wide it makes his eyes squint, and he lets out a tiny laugh to himself, hiding his face by turning it over his shoulder.

“chan,” he echoes, pink dusting his face. “it feels good hearing you call me that again.”

you don’t know what to say, so you don’t. chan notices your silence and he faces you again, the innocence of his smile disappearing when he gauges your expression.

“princess.”

that word alone makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

“thank you for accepting my father’s betrothal,” you say at last, and it is weak, quiet.

“it was what was asked of me, princess.”

“still, we can only be grateful that you are doing your duty to the crown.” your tongue is heavy in your mouth, but your curtesies are drilled into your head.

lord christopher is your champion, now. he, too, must carry your favour.

you step forward, and steel your heart. chan tilts his head, and lowers it, already knowing what you’ll do. he read it in your expression the moment you unlaced your hands from behind your back to let them hang limply by your sides. the way your eyes became downcast.

your lips meet his offered cheek in a soft kiss before you’re stepping back.

“our engagement will be announced to the realm in two days time,” you murmur. “relish that time while you can.”

“don’t assume i think of this as me losing my freedom in some unanimous contract.” his eyes search yours, and you press your lips into a thin line, trying hard not to bite back. it is exactly what you think of it as. “you know i would never do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. and i want you to be happy.”

“of course i know that.”

“good.” he smiles again, faint and sad. it is only a few minutes walk to your chambers, up a flight of spiralling stairs, and though you should never go anywhere without your personal guard, you’re not above defending yourself. after all, you’ve got royal blood running like magma in your veins. the most volatile substance known on this planet. chan knows this, and he takes a step further back. “do you wish to be alone, princess?”

“if you wouldn’t mind,” you assent cautiously. he dips his head obediently, but he doesn’t look happy to leave you alone.

“whatever you’d like.”

you nod to him one last time and walk to the door that will lead to the stairs. you don’t hear his retreating footsteps and know he’s watching, making sure your last moments with him are safe. you can’t help but feel guilt sink into your stomach like a dagger fresh from the forge. it’s hotter than the sun, and sears through your flesh, cauterizing the blood and keeping it lodged there.

your hand pauses against the wood of the door, and you stare at the grain beneath your barren fingers. you’re not yet adorned by rings and other such jewelry, though you don’t doubt that the bride price chan’s house will pay for the engagement will not lack in such things.

they’re stuck together now.

you peer over your shoulder. he’s still standing there, his hand draped over the pommel of his sword still, his other hand grabbing his limp wrist. he doesn’t hide that he’s staring at you, studious gaze lightening once your gaze meets his.

“chan.”

“yes, princess?”

“i want us to go back to the way we were,” you say. “to be friends.”

his smile is damning. you remember how it would make changbin stop his rants and break into a smile just because his best friend was grinning ear to ear, and you don’t think you ever blamed him for it. “really?”

“yes. really.” and it almost feels like the anvil in your gut shifts. relieves the pressure that had been mounting inside of you somehow. you clear your throat, and straighten up your back. “i’ll see you at supper, then?”

chan nods, still grinning. “if my princess demands it.”

“she’s not demanding it,” you retort. then, because it makes you smile, you add, “but she’d like it if you were there because she likes seeing her friends.”

“then, i’ll be there.”

“good.”

with that, you turn and push through the entrance to your room, and though your steps are as heavy as they were the day before, this time, you cannot help but look up to where you’re going.

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petekaos · 2 years

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hiii tesoro!! wanna hear you ramble about your favorite ot8 moment please 🥺 or a few that come to mind, whatever you prefer!! love you 💛💙

hiii nico!! ☺️🫂 thank you for the question, love you too!! 💙💛

omggg this is such a difficult question… there are so many that come to mind but i think my favourite moment will always be when all eight of stray kids were on the radio and were off air for a couple of minutes and they didn’t know they were being recorded but they were singing and swaying together soooo dramatically. their brotherhood is so obvious and self evident and everyone who works with them talks about how genuine and polite they are and how they seem to love one another, for real, and it’s soooo so clear in that moment!! that they’re just eight best friends making music together!!!!! 🥺

honourable mentions include:

• all of them surprising changbin at his graduation

• felix tearfully asking if they can hug one more time and all of them happily obliging (i think love is found in the middle of the skz group hugs)

• seungmin saying he brought his family with him when they were on a variety show

• when all of them got covid apart from jeongin and felix and they were on video calls from morning till night bc they missed each other so much to the point where jeongin was like hyungdeul please enough 😭

• 3racha waving back to the rest of them when performing a 3racha song for MAMA

• the group pile hugs!! for example during one of their performances but also when chan wrote them all letters thanking them for trusting him and debuting with him 🥺

like never separate them!! look at them watching the other two members here with so much affection in their eyes and cuddling on the floor!!

stray kids just have so much endless love for each other and i will always adore watching them be so sweet and kind to one another 😭💗

#thanks for this ask blue it was so sweet 😭💗#gaydongsik #nico tag #rahul answers

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getcooler · 5 years

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WOW

Seo Changbin (Skz) x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4,4k

Genre: this is so fluffy and soft I almost made myself cry tnx

In honour of his birthday, you have decided to make him feel the exact same way he’s been making you feel for years.

Staring at yet another half-finished, or rather never-to-be-finished, lyric in his notebook, Changbin sighed to himself before mumbling a quiet curse. He had promised Chan a new song by Monday and yet it seemed he had a long way to until he could write even one proper line.

As he prepared to text Chan a somewhat heartfelt apology, he heard a knock on his door. He blinked in surprise. It was Saturday evening, barely 5 pm, and he wasn’t expecting any guests until the next day at least.

He grumbled, still pissed about the visit of his old friend; writer’s block. Despite his sour mood, he still made his way to the front door and opened it. His mouth fell open in clear surprise, “(Y/n)?”

“Hey,” you smiled at him, looking as beautiful as ever in a simple dress and a bouquet of roses in your hand. The sight of you alone could have made his heart go into cardiac arrest.

Seeing you in a dress at his doorstep? Possibly deadly.

Are you handing him the beautiful red roses? He was beyond sure he had died mid-way writing the song and gone to heaven.

You giggled when the tips of his ears turned a bright red as you handed him the flowers. It wasn’t often that you got to see him so flustered. Mostly because usually, it was him making you blush and stutter. Today it was finally your turn.

“These- These are for me?” he asked, unsure.

You nodded and kissed his cheek before saying, “Go and find something nice to wear. I’m taking you on a date today.”

“Date?” he raised an eyebrow, his cheeks and the tips of his ears still a shade redder than usual.

“Yes, a date,” you laughed before pushing him towards his bedroom, closing the front door with a flick of your ankle. “Now go change into something nicer than your sweatpants and hoodie. I want to show you off today.”

Changbin wasn’t sure what so say so he opted to stay quiet and obey your command. He handed you back the roses so you could put them in a vase and rushed into his bedroom to find his last clean dress shirt and a nice pair of pants to wear. All the while doing so, he mumbled to himself, “What is this? Why is she doing this? I should be the one taking her out on a date.”

Within 15 minutes, he was ready to go out. Except for one little detail.

“Baby, have you seen my wallet?” he called out to you from his bedroom while pretty much flipping the inside of his drawers upside down.

“Which one?” you were glad he was in his room and couldn’t see the clear smirk on your face.

Changbin thought for a second before calling out once again, “The old black one that Chan bought me for Christmas. I think.”

“I don’t see it here,” came your response. You could barely contain your laughter at the thought of Jisung having hidden Changbin’s wallet the day before. He had done so on your request and you’d be lying if you said the act hadn’t brought you immense joy.

“How am I supposed to pay for dinner if I can’t find my wallet?” Changbin cursed under his breath as he walked out of his room. “I guess we should postpone the date. I seem to have lost my wallet.”

“Nonsense,” you protested, jumping up from the couch and grabbing your purse to lift out your wallet. “I’ll pay.”

Once again your boyfriend blinked in surprise. The more time you spent at his house, the more he started to doubt whether it was real or just a very odd dream that he should probably mention to his therapist.

“Are you sure?” he asked, trying not to sound too on edge.

“Stop dwelling on the money thing and let’s go,” you laughed, taking his hand and practically dragging him out the front door. You barely gave him enough time to lock the door before leading him to a black limousine.

Changbin snorted, “You can’t be serious. You’re pranking me, aren’t you?”

“Okay,” you had had just about enough of his disbelieving nature, “how about for the rest of the night, you stop acting like this is some alternate universe and I’m playing a practical joke on you. From this moment on, you’re gonna let me wow you with my charms and for once not worry about every single thing that happens.”

“You’re asking me to shut up?”

“I’m asking you to not doubt everything that happens today, okay?” you clarified. You gently took his face in your hands and whispered, “Let me spoil you this once, yeah?”

For a moment he thought about it. It took him no less than a minute to come to a decision; one that he disregarded the moment you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek and his nose and his forehead…

“Fine,” his resolve crumbled underneath your lips. “I guess it would be nice to be spoiled for one evening.”

Seeing you squeal and bounce up and down in excitement, he quickly added, “Don’t expect this to become a regular thing though!”

“We’ll see,” you teased before taking his arm and dragging him over to the limousine.

“Where are we going anyway?”

You chuckled secretively, resting your head upon his shoulder once he got in his seat. You whispered in his ear, “Let me take you to a restaurant. Francesca’s.”

Changbin thought for a moment before realizing, “Francesca’s? Isn’t that a bit expensive?”

“So?” you smiled as you gently rubbed your thumb across his cheek, “My baby deserves the best, does he not?”

He was about to protest when you reminded him, “Let me spoil you just this once.” And just like that, his resolve disappeared once again.

“Let me open that door for you,” your voice sounded so soft and tender when the two of you finally reached the door of the restaurant. All you had to do was open the door and say, “My prince,” while looking him in the eyes, and the tips of his ears flushed red once again. He couldn’t fight the smile that pulled on the corners of his lips as you took his hand and led him to the hostess.

“Hello! Welcome to Francesca’s,” a cheerful male voice greeted you. You grinned, “Hello. I believe we have reserved a table for tonight. Under the name of (Y/l/n).”

The young man took a moment to check his book before nodding and leading the way, “Right this way.”

When you sat down, Changbin asked, “You reserved us a table?”

“Of course,” you giggled. “I would never make you stand in line for an hour for food, no matter how good.”

“And who’s going to pay for all the food?” he wondered, still a little stuck in the ‘perfect boyfriend’ headspace.

“I will,” you told him in full confidence as the waiter brought over your menu. “Because I’m a nice gal who just has a lot of money.”

Changbin frowned, “Did you get a promotion and forget to tell me?”

“Stop asking so many questions and just enjoy the night,” you replied, leaving no room for negotiation. Changbin was forced to sigh as his eyes roamed the menu.

After a short while he spoke, “Well, since you’re paying,” he smirked, “I think I’ll have some of the expensive stuff.”

“Eat up,” you told him with a smile so loving it could only be offered from one lover to another, “we have a long evening planned.”

Dinner went by without any problems (if we don’t account for the fact that Changbin at one point spilt water all over his shirt after a particular compliment from you made his heart skip a beat) and soon enough you grabbed his hand and led him towards the park.

Glancing at the time, you cursed silently before pulling on his arm and beginning to run.

“Why are we running?” he whined through light-hearted laughter, gripping your hand firmly as he attempted to keep up with your relentless pace.

Through difficult breaths, you told him, “We’re going to be late to the movie.”

“Well, whose fault is that?” he teased with a sly grin, that fell the moment you opened your mouth.

“Yours.”

The tips of his ears tinted red at your words.

Within a couple of minutes, the two of you had reached the park, his hand still firmly holding yours. Changbin’s eyes widened at the sight of a large white sheet hanging between two trees, a projector on the ground and his bandmates and family sitting and chatting on the grass.

He was so deep in wonder that he squeaked (yes; squeaked!) in surprise when Bang Chan came up to the two of you with a folded paper and two soft blankets, “Reservations for (Y/l/n), I presume?”

“Yes,” you giggled, accepting the blankets and motioning for your boyfriend to take the paper from Chan. “How did you know?”

“You're the only guests to arrive this late,” the Australian boy laughed gleefully before nodding and rushing back over to a bright pink blanket. He sat down between Jeongin and Felix, cuddling into the latter.

Seeing Changbin’s still shock-driven flustered state, you spoke softly, “Would you like to choose us a spot to sit before the movie starts?”

“What?” he barely got out, staring at you with wide eyes as you chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his nose.

You repeated yourself, “Choose us a spot to sit, darling boy. The movie’s about to start.”

Only somewhat snapping out of it, Changbin grabbed a blanket from you before laying it down in behind Woojin’s green blanket. He motioned for you to sit down next to him and smiled at you as you wrapped the two of you in the second blanket.

As the movie started, Changbin shuffled in his seat, turning to look at you. He couldn’t help but admire you as you cuddled closer to him.

“Watch the movie, dummy,” you whispered in his ear and giggled when he flushed red in embarrassment.

He turned to look at the screen before scoffing in amusement, “Shrek 2?”

You shrugged, “We watched the first part on our first date, didn’t we?”

“So, tonight we’re watching the sequel?”

“Obviously,” you mumbled, pulling his head into the crook of your neck softly and pressing a kiss to his hair. Your fingers found their purpose in playing with his hair but soon Changbin reached up his own fingers and intertwined them with yours. He brought your joint hands to his lips and now it was your turn to feel flustered.

Changbin felt comfortable in your arms, constantly snuggling closer and letting his heart skip a beat or two whenever you pressed a kiss to his ear, nose, cheek, neck, hair or even lips. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he was lost in your affection and there was no way he’d ever want to find his way back to reality ever again.

As the movie reached its end, Changbin felt your lips brush against his ear and heard you whisper, “I’ll be your Fiona if you’ll be my Shrek.”

He snorted at the horribly cheesy and just overall horrible line and yet… Yet it seemed too familiar. Why did it seem so familiar?

It took him a while to snap back to reality after the movie ended. The two of you spent some more time sitting on the blankets, enjoying being in each other’s arms. You didn’t move even when Chan pressed a brotherly kiss on your head and whispered a faint “good luck”.

The park was almost empty. It was just you and Changbin, snuggling on the ground, and Felix and Seungmin, arguing over which way would be best to take down the white sheet.

“Do you want to get ice cream?” you suddenly asked, accidentally forcing Changbin out of his daydreams.

“Sure,” he whispered, resting his chin on your chest to look up at you and smile, “But you have to share with me.”

“Deal,” you giggled and kissed his nose for what seemed to be the millionth time that evening.

It took the two of you a short while before either of you willingly got up. Well, that’s a lie. It took you a rather long time to find the motivation to get back on your feet. Between the discussion about going to eat ice cream and actually getting up to go get ice cream, Seungmin and Felix had had an entire debate about the white sheet, made up, and then finally taken down the sheet and gone home.

“Let’s go before the ice cream cafe closes,” Changbin decided while waving goodbye to Seungmin.

“Probably a good idea,” you whispered before pushing yourself to your feet. “Let’s go.”

He squinted at your sudden display of motivation before reaching up his hands and saying in the cutest voice you had ever heard him use, “Help Binnie up?”

“Aww,” you couldn’t help but voice your adoration while taking his hands and pulling him back on his feet. It took some effort and a failed first attempt that left the two of you in a fit of giggles. The second attempt was a bit more successful; you pulled Changbin to his feet with such force that when he finally found his balance, his lips were just about pressed against yours.

Adoration was clear in your eyes as you whispered, “You look ridiculously pretty up close. Like an actual sculpture. How in the world-?”

Changbin scrunched his nose up in embarrassment as you continued, “I’m- I’m sorry. I’m nervous so I’m just rambling on.”

“It’s okay,” he sighed in content, pulling you closer to himself before pressing his lips to yours, “I feel the same way every time I see you.”

Your cheeks felt hot all of a sudden but still, you mumbled out, “Your attitude makes me empty out your heart. Today I’ll fall in love with you.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “You’re not in love with me already?”

“I was just teasing,” you laughed.

“I love you so,” you enunciated it with a kiss to his cheek, “so, so much.”

“You’d better,” he joked before pulling away from you and grabbing your hand. He gently led you to the nearest ice cream cafe. “They’re still open for another 20 minutes and I have just enough cash to pay for your favourite flavour and toppings. Let’s go in. Ladies first.”

You scoffed, “I can’t believe you’re defeating the whole purpose of me trying to spoil you. Let me pay.”

“Why should I?” he laughed as he held the door open for you. “Am I not the man of this relationship?”

“Man of this relationship,” you scoffed, putting your hands on your hips. “There’s a reason why I made Jisung hide your wallet for the night, you know!”

“JISUNG HAS IT?” Changbin shrieked in shock, eyes wide in what you could only translate to something akin to aggressive amusement.

“That’s beside the point,” you laughed, patting his cheek as he stared at you in disbelief. “The point is, I wanted to spoil you tonight so you’d better hide your money.”

Realizing how much this meant to you, Changbin sighed and nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bill before handing it to you, “Keep it until we get home. I promise that’s all the money I have on me.”

“Thank you,” you grinned before kissing his cheek and leading him over to the counter. “Now choose what flavour you want, baby.”

“Stop calling me that,” he whined like a kid. “You know that nickname makes me all-” he writhed and bounced in his spot, trying to communicate his emotions.

“That’s exactly why I keep calling you that, baby,” you told him decisively before pointing to the ice cream. “Take your pick.”

“Fine,” he sighed before leaning over your shoulder to see clearer. “To share?”

“Obviously.”

After ordering your ice cream, the two of you made your way down the street. After some comfortable silence, Changbin asked, “What next? Do you have anything planned?”

“I figured we could just walk around and enjoy the night,” you shrugged, taking his hand in yours.

“Where to?”

You shrugged once again, this time as a way to cover up that you had a clear plan in mind. It was too early for him to find out the real purpose of the date just yet.

So the two of you walked, hand in hand, the sweet taste of ice cream mixing with the taste of the other’s lips whenever you kissed under a street light. As his eyes reflected the moonlight, you couldn’t help whispering, “Excuse me, oppa, do you perhaps have a girlfriend?”

“Oppa?” he snorted. “That’s a new one. I thought you wouldn’t succumb to the Korean culture just yet.”

“Just this once, baby,” you chuckled in embarrassment, having half-hoped he wouldn’t hear you.

“What’s with you today?” he wondered out loud, staring at you in adoration. “You’re incredibly sweet today. It’s so cute that it’s almost creepy.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling on his arm and taking a sharp left turn. Changbin blinked in surprise but didn’t react otherwise. Maybe because he was rather used to you pulling him around during walks.

His surprise turned into shock soon enough though. Eyes wide and his mouth agape, he stood there before asking, “What’s this? What’s going on?”

“Do you still have that paper Chan gave us when we went to see the movie?” you asked, barely paying attention to his daze.

Changbin didn’t hear you the first time, staring in awe at the fairy lights wrapped around the old tree in front of the dorms. You had reached your final destination and even he could see that. He admired the pink and blue and yellow lights wrapped around the branches as you called his name again, “Binnie.”

“Yeah?” he finally reacted, mouth still agape but his eyes a bit clearer now.

You giggled, somewhat embarrassed and flustered yourself, fingers playing with the fabric of your dress, “Do you have that folded paper Chan gave us?”

“At the movie?” he asked before humming in confirmation and reaching into his pocket. He took out the paper (despite your nervousness you couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he had fit it into the pocket of his jeans in the first place) and turned to hand it to you, but you crossed your arms and shook your head.

Confusion overtook his expression as he looked at you, tilting his head to the side, “What’s wrong?”

“Could you please read what’s written in there?” you asked quietly, almost shyly. Almost as if you were afraid of his reaction, he noted.

“Are you breaking up with me?” he tried to tease but you shook your head, somewhat shaking in front of him as the two of you stood underneath the fairy lights. “Good. Because that would’ve been one real weird break-up.”

“Just read the paper,” you mumbled, cheeks flushed and your lungs just about refusing any air.

Changbin was many things and if you wanted to, you could write a whole list: impatient, kind, confident, borderline arrogant, talented, sarcastic, clingy. Uncaring and oblivious weren’t on that list.

He bit his lip, took a quick look at the paper in his hand before shaking his head and walking over to you, pulling you into the safety of his strong arms.

“I’m not opening it until you stop shaking and looking like you’re on the verge of the worst panic attack of your life,” he whispered into your hair before pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m here. I’m not leaving. Just breathe for me, okay?”

It took a while, but his comforting words and soft voice paired with the feeling of his arms wrapped around you soon calmed you down. You sighed in content as he pressed his lips to yours gently and nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Feeling better?” he asked carefully, looking you in the eyes to make sure you weren’t lying. He knew you often lied to comfort him. This time he wouldn’t allow it. There must have been a good reason for you to get so nervous, so shaky.

“Yes,” you said in full confidence. If anything, his affection had proved to you that you were doing the right thing that night. You smiled and spoke, “Read the paper, Binnie.”

“Alright,” he smiled at you but wouldn’t let you go. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders and used the other to unfold the paper with your help. He was about to read it out loud but as he began reading, his voice faded into silence, “Dear Binnie, I love you with all of my heart and I want to prove it for the rest of my life…”

He silently read the letter you had so carefully thought out and written for him. His eyes filled with tears and he felt a lump form in his throat as he continued reading the letter that told him seven things you loved about him most;

His beautiful eyes and how they shone when he spoke about something he loved or when you brought him freshly baked pie,

His smile when he saw you blush at a comment or when you complimented his music or when someone told him something he really needed to hear,

His voice, how it could either sound growly and heavy with thought when he was wrapping, or soft and gentle when he told you about his dreams as a bedtime story, or clear and breathtaking when he sang,

His stage presence that could leave millions of people breathless,

His warm hugs and the feeling of safety that only being in his arms could make you experience,

His love for his friends and family, something so pure and beautiful it could make a grown man cry,

His bravery to stand with his members and dare to push JYP’s limits just to debut, just to fulfil his dream,

and last of all; His words of love that you would have loved to hear until the day you died until you were both old and grey and incapable of truly moving.

“Will you marry me?” he read the last line of the letter before turning to look at you. He hadn’t noticed you stepping away from him but there you stood, in front of him with an open velvet box in your hand and a nervous smile on your face. He choked back a sob, feeling his eyes burn with hot tears and the lump in his throat preventing him from speaking.

He wouldn’t let that stop him though. He was Seo Changbin and he’d be damned if he ever left you without an answer to a question.

Without a single word, only an adoring look in his eyes and a tear of happiness running down his cheek, he nodded enthusiastically, almost desperately, before reaching out his arm to pull you into his side once again.

You squealed in happiness as he pressed his lips against yours with such passion it left you breathless. Loud cheers sounded from the building behind you and forced Changbin to pull away to look at the source. He saw his eight members hollering and cheering, half of them half out the windows as they congratulated you.

“Were they in on this?” he asked while choking on tears, earning a nod from you.

“PUT A RING ON IT ALREADY!” you heard Chan’s voice boom from the window, his own tear-filled eyes gleaming in the colourful light. “I want to see if it fits!”

Changbin laughed quietly before turning back to you, tucked safely under his arm with the velvet box still in your hand. He reached out his left hand and you gladly took it in your own before slipping the ring on his finger.

“Fits like a ring, one might say,” you laughed cheerfully and Changbin’s heart skipped another beat. He was sure he would need the entirety of the next day just to recover from the possible damage of those missed heartbeats, but he didn’t mind.

He lifted his hand to inspect the ring before chuckling, “It looks kind of familiar.”

At that, you lifted your left hand next to his and watched his expression go from amusement to pure shock, “You got me a matching ring?”

“It seemed only fitting,” you smiled, “Since you never bought yourself a matching ring, I figured I’d take the chance.”

“I love you so damn much,” he choked out through a fresh wave of tears as he pulled you into the tightest hug he had ever offered you. “So, so much.”

[bonus scene: the ride home]

“I can’t believe Chan kicked us out of the dorm after the proposal,” Changbin laughed in the passenger seat. Sure, it was his car but you’d be damned if you let him drive in the excited and still shaken state he was in.

“To be fair, he probably thought we’d get downright nasty tonight,” you pointed out while trying to turn up the volume of the radio.

Changbin scoffed before nodding, “He does have a dirty mind.”

He thought for a moment before deciding, “Actually, I think he just kicked us out cuz he didn’t want us to see how emotional he got over our engagement. Why was he so emotional anyway?”

“I think he’s having a middle-age crisis. The first one of his kids is about to get married,” you offered through chuckles, causing your boyfriend – actually no – causing your fiancé to chuckle.

“I want an autumn wedding,” Changbin suddenly told you.

“Slow down a bit,” you told him, taking his left hand in your right one. “You’re still shaking from the proposal and we haven’t even told our parents yet.”

As he was about to protest, his eyebrows shot up, “Is that-?”

“3Racha in my late-night drive playlist?” you finished for him. “You’d best believe it.”

“Seriously though?” he laughed. “Isn’t that “WOW”?”

“Maybe.”

As he sat and tried to comprehend the situation, he heard a familiar line.

“You can be Fiona today, I’ll be Shrek,” his voice echoed from the speakers and suddenly everything clicked in his mind.

“YOU’VE BEEN QUOTING THIS SONG THE WHOLE TIME???”

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