Stray Kids Oneshots

★ ȶɦɛ ʍɛʍɛ ★ (hyunbin)

Words: 3751
Ship: HyunBin
Consists of: consensual smut, make outs, playful banter

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Context: that one meme where changbin was laying on the bed with rose petals and candles around the room😭✋🏽

Requested by hanleejisungminho (took weeks, but here you go pookie😭🫶🏽)

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"Hyunjin, I'm telling you, it's going to be legendary!" Changbin exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he described the latest dance move he'd been working on.

"I'm sure it will," Hyunjin chuckled, watching his roommate's animated gestures. It was moments like these that made him realize how much he enjoyed their banter. The way Changbin's muscles rippled as he moved, the sound of his laughter filling their shared space - it was contagious.

Their friendship had always been comfortable, a balm to the hectic pace of their lives as members of Stray Kids. But lately, Hyunjin had found his thoughts straying into uncharted territory. The way Changbin's shirt clung to his chest when he was sweaty after dance practice, the way his hair fell into his eyes when he was concentrating, the way his smile made Hyunjin's heart skip a beat. He'd brushed these feelings off as mere appreciation for a close friend, but the meme had stuck in his mind like a catchy hook in one of their songs.

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One evening, after a particularly long day of filming, Hyunjin walked into their dorm to find it transformed. The floor was scattered with red rose petals, leading to changbin's bed. On it lay the man himself, dressed in a playful silk robe and a wreath of flowers on his head. He looked up with a smirk, "Welcome home, my husband."

Hyunjin's breath hitched in his throat, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He recognized the setup immediately as a playful nod to the meme that had been circulating among their fans. "What is this?" he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Changbin sat up, a twinkle in his eye. "I figured we might as well give the fans what they want," he teased, tossing the rose petals in the air. They fluttered down around them like confetti, creating an atmosphere that was both whimsical and undeniably romantic.

Hyunjin couldn't help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. "You're ridiculous," he said, shaking his head. But his heart was racing, and he felt a strange mix of emotions. He took a step closer to the bed, the petals crunching beneath his feet, and reached out to pluck the wreath from Changbin's hair.

"Come on, don't you want to live out the fantasy?" Changbin propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes never leaving Hyunjin's. The atmosphere in the room grew thick with tension, and for a moment, Hyunjin thought he might actually be serious.

Hyunjin chuckled nervously, "You're insane, you know that?" He tossed the wreath aside and sat down on the edge of the bed, his mind racing. He'd never seen this side of Changbin before, the teasing playfulness that bordered on something more. "But sure, I'll play along."

The two of them exchanged glances, the air charged with something electric. Changbin reached over to light the candles on their nightstand, casting the room in a warm, flickering glow. The shadows danced on their faces, adding a sense of drama to the scene. Hyunjin's thoughts were a jumbled mess as he watched the flames dance. Was this just a joke? Or was there something real behind the playful act?

"So, what do we do now?" Hyunjin asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He couldn't help but notice how Changbin's chest rose and fell with each breath he took.