skz oneshots | Changbin centric

Who doesnt love a lazy Sunday?

Changbin and his girlfriend, Yuna, had the perfect Sunday planned: absolutely nothing. It was rare for them to have a day with no obligations, no rehearsals, no work—just the two of them and the comfort of their cozy apartment.

The afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the living room. The faint hum of the air conditioner blended with the soft background noise of a show neither of them was particularly interested in. They were sprawled on the couch, limbs tangled, basking in the simplicity of the moment.

Yuna leaned against Changbin's chest, her head nestled under his chin. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her close, fingers absentmindedly playing with the ends of her hair. She sighed contentedly, tracing small circles on his forearm.

"Hey, Binnie," Yuna murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Hmm?" He tilted his head slightly to look down at her, his eyes soft and relaxed.

"Do you ever wonder what life would be like if we weren't so busy all the time?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Changbin chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "You mean, if we could have days like this all the time?"

"Yeah," she replied, her gaze distant as she imagined a life where they didn't have to squeeze moments like these between hectic schedules.

He thought for a moment, tightening his hold on her. "Honestly, I think I'd miss the craziness a little. But... days like this? With you? I wouldn't mind more of them."

Yuna smiled, lifting her head to meet his gaze. "Me neither. We should make it a point to do this more often, even if it means just stealing a few hours here and there."

"Deal," Changbin said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Besides, who else would I want to do nothing with?"

She giggled, the sound light and airy. "You're such a sweet-talker. But, seriously, I love this. Just us, no distractions. It feels... nice."

"It does," he agreed. "It's like everything else disappears, and it's just you and me."

They settled back into a comfortable silence, the kind only shared between two people who truly understood each other. Yuna shifted slightly, grabbing the remote and lowering the volume on the TV, so the only sounds were their quiet breaths and the occasional rustle of fabric as they shifted positions.

Changbin's hand continued to play with her hair, and Yuna let her eyes close, savoring the feeling of being so close to him. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest and hear the rhythmic beat of his heart—a reminder that this was real, that this was their life together.

"Yuna?" Changbin's voice was soft, almost hesitant.

"Yeah?"

"I know we don't talk about the future much, but... do you ever think about it? About us?"

Her eyes fluttered open, and she tilted her head to look at him. There was something earnest in his expression, a vulnerability that made her heart skip a beat.

"All the time," she admitted, her voice steady despite the sudden rush of emotions. "I think about what it'll be like when things slow down for us, when we can have more days like this."

Changbin nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Me too. I think about how we'll still be like this—curled up on the couch, doing nothing together, but maybe in our own house, with a little more space, and maybe... a dog?"

Yuna laughed softly. "A dog, huh? I like the sound of that. What kind?"

"Something small and fluffy, so it can sit on your lap when I'm not around," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Only you would suggest getting a dog to replace you."

"Not replace," he corrected, pulling her closer. "Just to keep you company when I'm off being busy. But no one could replace me, right?"

"Never," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You're one of a kind, Changbin."

He grinned, the warmth in his eyes reflecting the affection he felt for her. "And you're my one and only, Yuna."

They stayed like that for a while longer, wrapped up in each other, the world outside their little bubble fading away. Eventually, Yuna's eyes grew heavy, and she let herself drift off, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of Changbin's heartbeat and the comforting weight of his arms around her.

As she slept, Changbin watched her, his heart swelling with love. He knew that life would always be busy, that their schedules would rarely align perfectly. But he also knew that moments like this—simple, quiet, and full of love—were what made it all worth it.

And as he closed his eyes, finally letting himself relax completely, he made a silent promise to himself: no matter what the future held, he would always make time for these moments with Yuna. Because in the end, this was what mattered most—just the two of them, together, in their little world.