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The evening had started out innocently enough. You had come to the studio to keep Changbin company while he worked on some new tracks. The dim lighting and the rhythmic hum of the equipment created a cozy atmosphere that made it easy to relax.
Changbin had been in his element, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he adjusted levels and tweaked beats. You watched him, admiring his dedication and passion for his music. Every now and then, he'd turn to you with that boyish grin that made your heart skip a beat, and you'd exchange a few words or a quick kiss.
As the hours ticked by, the casual kisses turned into something more. One moment, you were playfully teasing him about a misplaced note, and the next, his lips were on yours, insistent and hungry. The studio door was closed, and the rest of the world seemed far away as the intensity between you built.
Changbin's hands roamed your body, pulling you closer as you straddled his lap on the studio chair. His lips moved against yours with a sense of urgency, and you could feel his breath hitch as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even deeper into the kiss. His hands slid down your back, gripping your waist firmly, then slipping lower to squeeze your hips. You felt a shiver run through you as his touch grew bolder.
Your heart was pounding, the sensation of his hands on your body and his mouth on yours overwhelming your senses. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you parted them, allowing him to deepen the kiss. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you felt him respond with a low groan, the sound vibrating through you and making your skin tingle.
Changbin's hands continued to explore, slipping under the hem of your shirt to caress your skin. His touch was electric, sending waves of heat through your body. You rocked your hips against him, feeling the growing tension between you, the need for each other becoming almost unbearable.
You pulled back for a moment, your breaths mingling as you both gasped for air. His eyes were dark with desire, and he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. He captured your lips again, his kiss even more fervent than before. You could feel the intensity of his emotions, the way he poured everything he felt into each kiss, each touch.
You shifted in his lap, causing the chair to creak slightly, but the noise barely registered as you focused on the feeling of his hands on you, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, then to your neck. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat, sucking gently at the sensitive skin and leaving a trail of heat in his wake. You tilted your head back, giving him better access, and he took full advantage, his teeth grazing your skin lightly before soothing the slight sting with his tongue.
The sound of footsteps approaching was drowned out by the thumping bass from the speakers. It wasn't until the door swung open with a loud bang that you both froze, pulling apart abruptly.
"What the—" Bang Chan's voice rang out, full of disbelief. "Seriously, guys? Not in my studio!"
Your face flushed crimson as you scrambled off Changbin's lap, smoothing down your clothes. Changbin looked equally flustered, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he tried to catch his breath.
Behind Bang Chan, the rest of the boys stood in various states of shock and amusement. Han was grinning widely, trying to stifle his laughter, while Hyunjin had his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide. Felix and Seungmin exchanged knowing looks, clearly trying to hide their smirks.
"Uh, sorry, Chan," Changbin muttered, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "We got carried away."
Bang Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he were dealing with a particularly troublesome set of his children. "I get that, but there are places for this kind of thing, and my studio isn't one of them."
You nodded, still feeling the heat in your cheeks. "We're really sorry, Chan. It won't happen again."
He shook his head, a small, exasperated smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Just...take it somewhere else next time, alright?"
Changbin stood up, giving you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "Got it. Sorry again."
As you gathered your things and headed for the door, you couldn't help but notice the teasing glances from the other boys. Han couldn't resist a parting shot as you walked past him.
"Maybe try the lounge next time? More comfortable," he quipped, earning a glare from Changbin and a light smack on the arm from you.
"Or maybe the rooftop? Nice view," Felix added, winking at you.
Hyunjin snickered, nudging Seungmin. "Didn't know the studio had that kind of inspiration."
Seungmin shook his head, laughing. "You two should get a room. Literally."
Outside the studio, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Changbin wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked down the hallway.
"Guess we got a little too caught up, huh?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You laughed softly, leaning into him. "Just a bit. But I can think of worse places to get caught making out."
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Next time, we'll be more careful. Promise."
You looked up at him, seeing the warmth and sincerity in his eyes. "Deal."
As you left the JYP building and stepped into the cool night air, you felt a sense of relief and excitement. The night hadn't gone exactly as planned, but it had definitely been memorable. And with Changbin by your side, you knew there would be plenty more moments—hopefully more private ones—to look forward to.
