HaPpY : binsung

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☺☺☺☺

"Ask away. Bin." I whispered.
groggily. We're both tired yet I know Binnie is still struggling to drift away. He's been playing with his hands as if he waiting for something.

"..."

see.

"Don't ignore me, Princess." I said. He lay quietly on my chest, cuddled up nicely. How is he so tiny like this? I propped his butt as I shifted him to easily kiss his face.

"... I'm okay."

"Don't lie." I retorted.

"I'm not lying." Changbin whines and hits my chest.

"Am I better than Chan?"

I was taken aback. the sudden realization hits me that I never really thought it bothers him as we three were almost always together.

"You're you, Bin, It's entirely different. Why compare, Baby boy?"

He hit my chest again when the word Baby boy came out and we both ended up laughing.

"The princess one is better."

Jisung snorted."Yeah, it suits you, pretty."

"You've always been bulkier and brash than me, but in a much more closer look, you're so poised and delicate. Even the way you speak is too polite, contrasting that rapper alter ego you project, Bin."

"Why thunk about Chan though?"

"I'm...

"Jealous?" I finished his sentence.

"You're better, alright?"

"In a good way?" He asked, his voice shrank, making my heart wrench.

"In the best way." I answered pinching his nose.

"It's not constrained."

"Do you kiss him like that too?" He continued. I licked my lips.

"I used to."

"..."

"You're my first kiss." He frowns as he confessed.

"I am honored. Is it how you imagined it?"

"Nope, I imagined it to be a girl."

I stared at the ceiling, rubbing his back, that's what I thought too before Chan came on that drunken night.

"Since when have we started kissing though?" I asked him, it didn't occur to me that we just started to casually kiss. a lot.

"Lately?" He giggled, his head tilts now and then as we talked, while still laying down atop of me. He's way too comfortable like that.

"I just do it, I forgot you're not used to this. Sorry, Princess."

He hit me again on my chest and scooted over rather aggressively, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"Stop, I like it. calling me nicknames and all that, Never thought I'd like them. You're teasing me,-

and I really want your kisses very much." He said muffled, his face is hot, flushed, and beet-red.