"Why are you crying? Beautiful things are something to smile for."
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Bunch of Stray Kids One Shots and Imagines.
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You and Changbin have been best friends for years, sharing countless memories, inside jokes, and late-night conversations. Lately, though, things have started to feel different. There's an unspoken tension between you, a spark that neither of you is brave enough to acknowledge. You both have feelings for each other, but fear and uncertainty keep you from admitting them.
One evening, you find yourselves at a small get-together with some mutual friends. The drinks are flowing, the music is loud, and the atmosphere is relaxed. You and Changbin stick close to each other, as always, laughing and enjoying the night.
As the hours pass and the drinks keep coming, you both get tipsier. Eventually, the crowd thins out, and it's just you and Changbin left on the couch, surrounded by empty bottles and the remnants of the party. The room feels hazy, and you're both giggling at something ridiculous when Changbin suddenly looks at you with a serious expression.
"You know," he starts, his words slightly slurred, "I've always thought you were beautiful."
You laugh, thinking he's joking, but the look in his eyes tells you he's not. "Changbin, you're drunk."
"So are you," he counters, a playful smirk on his face. "Doesn't mean it's not true."
Before you can respond, he leans in and kisses you. It's sudden and unexpected, but the warmth of his lips and the taste of alcohol on his breath make your heart race. Without thinking, you kiss him back, and the kiss quickly deepens, fueled by the emotions you've both been hiding.
One thing leads to another, and soon you find yourselves stumbling to the bedroom, clothes discarded hastily, leaving a trail to the bed. The night is a blur of passion and longing, your feelings finally breaking free in a whirlwind of drunken desire.
The next morning, you wake up with a pounding headache and the disorienting realization that you're not alone. You're in Changbin's bed, his arm draped over you, both of you still naked under the sheets. Panic sets in as you remember the events of the previous night.
You don't dare to move, hoping that if you stay still, you can avoid dealing with the awkwardness. But you can feel Changbin stirring beside you, and you know he's awake too, pretending to be asleep just like you.
Minutes pass, feeling like hours, before Changbin finally breaks the silence. "Y/N," he whispers, his voice hesitant.
"Yeah?" you reply, your heart pounding.
"What do we do now?" he asks, his tone filled with uncertainty.
You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I don't know. I guess we talk about it?"
Changbin shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. His expression is a mix of confusion and vulnerability.
Tears well up in your eyes, and you blink them away, overwhelmed by the emotions of the moment. "So, what do we do now?", you repeat his question, not wanting to lose your friendship.
