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The transformation of Changbin from his pre-debut years to the buff, confident idol he is now has certainly taken everyone by surprise. With his bubbly and charming personality, Changbin was adored not just by STAYs but by his fellow members, the staff, and even the stylists who worked with him. His wide, hopeful eyes made it impossible to refuse when he announced his desire to bulk up—a typical aspiration for male idols aiming to enhance their appeal. Naturally, they supported him wholeheartedly, thinking it was just another phase in his development as an artist.
What they didn’t anticipate, however, was how much that decision would backfire on them. Years later, Changbin’s bulked-up physique became almost too much to handle. His once soft, chubby cheeks remained, but now they were paired with sculpted biceps, thick thighs, and a well-defined chest that left both fans and his members completely mesmerized. His waist still carried those subtle curves, and his strength was evident in every movement he made.
For his members, it was both a blessing and a curse. Seeing their small but buff "dwaekki" proudly showing off his muscle gains was enough to make them drool, and yet, it left them flustered beyond belief. Changbin, always happy to flaunt his hard work, was blissfully unaware of the effect he had on them.
The stylists, however, knew exactly what they were doing. Yeoran-noona, one of the senior stylists, took a particular liking to teasing the members, dressing Changbin in outfits that emphasized every inch of his muscular frame. But her ultimate weapon? Harnesses. She knew the effect they had on the group, and whenever there was a chance, she'd put Changbin in one, knowing full well that his fellow members couldn’t tear their eyes away. It was a form of torture, watching Changbin walk around in clothes that highlighted every curve, every muscle, knowing they could do nothing about it. They were helplessly smitten, and Yeoran-noona loved every second of it.
The members take every opportunity, both on and off stage, to inspect Changbin's belt—whether by touching or staring. Even STAY has noticed these moments and shamelessly agreed with what fans have mentioned on Bubble. Sometimes, the members will place their hands on Changbin’s thigh, tracing the loops of the belt or slipping their fingers underneath to feel the muscle beneath. On other occasions, they’ll have Changbin sitting on their laps, admiring the belt as they tug it to see just how tight it is, only for Changbin to smack their hands away.
Jeongin and Seungmin had a habit of tugging on the belt around Changbin's thigh just to pull the older member onto their laps. Felix, on the other hand, couldn't resist the leather harness on Changbin's biceps. Whenever he noticed it, he'd seize the opportunity to bite, whether playfully or with the intent of leaving marks. It was often the two of them, and eventually, Yeoran had to stop putting the harness on Changbin because Felix would always leave his teeth marks on the leather.
As for Chan and Han, they couldn't keep their hands to themselves when Changbin wore a waist belt. They would either tug him by the belt or rest their hands on his waist, marveling at how perfectly it fit their grip. Minho? He didn’t care what Changbin was wearing—his hands were always on him. Thigh harness? Bet. His hands would already be there. Waist? He’d have his hands either under or on top of the belt. Chest harness? His hands would move faster than their backroom Wi-Fi. There was no point in telling him to stop because he'd just look back with a straight face, still rubbing or groping the leather on Changbin.
Hyunjin, though, was the calm one—well, almost. He didn’t show much of his admiration publicly, but when they were alone in the changing room, he made sure to let Changbin know exactly how much the sight of him in those belts affected him.
Even though it was endearing to see Changbin in harnesses, the time had come for them to move on. After wearing them constantly for every performance, the leather began to take a toll on him, resulting in Changbin getting hurt..
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“Binnie-yah, you okay?” Yeoran’s soft voice broke the quiet as she spotted Changbin waddling toward the members’ changing room, his discomfort noticeable even from a distance. She was the only one left in the wardrobe room, while the rest of the staff were busy attending to the other members after their performance.
Changbin gave her a tight smile, trying to downplay whatever was bothering him. “Y-yeah... just feeling a bit uncomfortable,” he admitted, easing himself into a high chair and quickly unfastening the harness belt from around his thigh. A slight wince crossed his face as the material tugged against his skin.
Concerned, Yeoran grabbed his baby blue oversized hoodie and approached him. "Here, change into this. I'll check on you in a bit, okay?" she offered, her tone kind but knowing. She had a suspicion about what was causing his discomfort. As someone who had worked closely with the group for years and had earned their complete trust, especially as a mated Omega, Yeoran was accustomed to these moments.
“Thanks, noona.” Changbin took the hoodie gratefully and began to change, while Yeoran busied herself rummaging through a drawer for the first aid kit.
When she turned around again, Changbin was already bundled up in his hoodie, a towel draped over his lap. He looked up at her with that boyish smile that could still melt hearts, despite the discomfort he was obviously in.
"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" Yeoran waited for his nod of permission before gently lifting the towel, revealing his mid-thigh. She let out a small hiss between her teeth when she saw the angry red marks left by the harness belt. Some parts of his skin were already bright red, almost bordering on raw.
She touched the irritated skin, and Changbin instinctively flinched.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay, noona. Is it bad?” Changbin asked, glancing down at the visible redness himself.
Yeoran shook her head lightly and pulled out a tube of ointment from the kit. “I told them not to make it too tight,” she murmured in frustration, dabbing ointment onto a cotton pad. “It’s scuffed your skin pretty bad.” Gently, she pressed the pad against the irritated area, and though Changbin winced, he stayed still, letting her work.
“This is on me,” he admitted quietly. “I adjusted the harness tighter before we went on stage. I was worried it might slip off like it did the other day.”
Yeoran paused and glanced up at him. “I get it, but you have to be careful, Binnie. You’re more sensitive around your scent glands, so this area’s always going to react worse. Avoid contact with it for the next few days, and make sure to apply ointment regularly,” she advised, dabbing a little more ointment on the affected area before stepping back.
“You’re lucky you’ve got a few days off. I suggest sticking to loose pants while it heals.”
Changbin smiled appreciatively, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Thanks, noona. I’ll take your advice.”
“I’ll grab some pants for you and the makeup cleanser. Wait right here.” Yeoran ruffled Changbin’s hair affectionately before stepping out, gently closing the door behind her.
Left alone, Changbin stayed put on the high chair like an obedient puppy, though he couldn’t help but glance down at the red marks on his thighs with a pout. The thought of waddling around the dorm like this, vulnerable to the inevitable teasing from his members, made him sigh. But it wasn’t long before his boredom got the better of him, and he started spinning in the chair, humming a little tune to keep himself entertained.
The door clicked open a few moments later, and Changbin beamed, expecting Yeoran’s return. “Noona—oh, Minnie!” he exclaimed cheerfully when he realized it was Seungmin standing at the door instead.
Seungmin stood frozen, staring at him. Or, more accurately, staring at Changbin’s exposed thighs.
It wasn’t that the members weren’t used to seeing each other in various states of undress—they’d been through more than enough together to get past that. But this—Changbin sitting there, in an oversized hoodie that swallowed his frame, his thick thighs bare and looking so... inviting? That was something Seungmin wasn’t quite prepared for.
The air in the room shifted, and Seungmin felt a heat rising in his chest, and further south, as he struggled to swallow down the sudden lump in his throat. Changbin, oblivious to the effect he was having, tilted his head, confusion flickering in his dark eyes as Seungmin remained silent.
“Minnie?” Changbin asked again, his voice soft and curious, unaware of the internal turmoil Seungmin was going through.
Seungmin’s mouth went dry as he tried to pull himself together. "Uh... yeah, hyung. What are you... doing here alone?" he finally managed, though his eyes kept betraying him, sneaking glances at Changbin’s thighs before quickly darting away.
Changbin didn’t seem to notice the lingering gaze. “Noona went to get me some pants. The harness rubbed my skin a bit,” he explained, pointing down to his reddened thigh.
Seungmin’s eyes followed the movement, and for a moment, he had to bite his lip to stop himself from saying something inappropriate. Changbin sitting there, completely unaware of how adorable—and unexpectedly hot—he looked, was making Seungmin’s mind race in directions it shouldn’t. His grip tightened on the doorframe, knuckles turning white as he forced his eyes away.
“Where are the others?” Changbin asked, still completely oblivious to Seungmin’s inner turmoil, his bright eyes blinking up at him with innocence.
Seungmin coughed lightly, trying to compose himself. “Uh, I don’t know... they’re probably not done yet,” he mumbled, eyes flickering nervously around the room before, against his better judgment, falling back to Changbin’s exposed thigh. The soft, red-tinged skin was almost too tempting to look away from.
Without even realizing it, Seungmin’s feet carried him closer, his body moving on instinct, drawn in by the sight of Changbin’s unguarded state. His eyes remained fixated on the thighs that seemed to call out to him, the oversized hoodie only emphasizing how small and endearing Changbin looked. The fabric clung to his frame in just the right places, while the lower half remained exposed, and Seungmin couldn’t stop the heat rising in his chest—or lower.
Changbin, still none the wiser, kept talking, unaware of the effect he was having on the younger boy. “You think we’ll get to go back soon? I’m kinda tired,” he said with a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck casually. He glanced at Seungmin, smiling, and that innocent smile almost pushed Seungmin over the edge.
Seungmin’s breath hitched as he found himself standing right in front of Changbin now, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his body. His pulse quickened, his gaze slowly traveling from Changbin’s thighs to his waist and then up to his soft, chubby cheeks. God, why did he have to look so damn inviting?
His fingers twitched at his sides, fighting the urge to reach out and touch, to feel the firmness of those thighs under his hands. He could already imagine what it’d be like—the warmth, the softness of Changbin’s skin under his palms.
“Seungmin?” Changbin’s voice snapped him out of his daze. His eyes widened slightly in confusion as he looked up, realizing how close Seungmin had gotten. “You okay?” There was a slight frown of concern on his face, but still, no understanding of the tension building between them.
Seungmin swallowed hard, his mouth dry. He could feel the heat building between them, the unspoken pull that had him stepping even closer, his hand ghosting above Changbin’s thigh. His body was moving on its own, drawn to the one thing he couldn’t stop thinking about. His heart pounded in his chest, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
Changbin yelped and winced when Seungmin’s hand suddenly grasped his thigh. Instinctively, his hand shot up to hold Seungmin's wrist, while his other palm pressed against the younger member's chest, trying to create some distance.
“Ouch... it hurts…” Changbin chuckled awkwardly, patting Seungmin’s chest in a gentle attempt to ease the tension. “M-Maybe a little warning next time?”
Seungmin blinked, swallowing hard as he tried to rein in his racing thoughts. His grip on Changbin's thigh loosened slightly, but his gaze remained fixated on the older boy, as if transfixed. Without thinking, Seungmin’s hand slid up, cupping Changbin’s cheek instead, his thumb brushing over the soft skin. His breath hitched as he realized how warm and delicate Changbin's face felt beneath his fingertips.
“Hyung…” Seungmin murmured, his voice a low whisper, as his thumb traced along the curve of Changbin’s cheek. His mind was swirling, torn between the undeniable pull he felt and the need to snap back to reality.
Unconsciously, Seungmin's thumb pressed down on the reddened part of Changbin’s thigh, and immediately, Changbin flinched, his hand scrambling to pry Seungmin’s grip away.
“Kim Seungmin!” Changbin cried out in pain, his voice sharper than usual. The sound was like being splashed with cold water—Seungmin’s eyes widened in shock as he quickly backed away, hands shooting up in surrender.
“I-I’m sorry, hyung!” Seungmin stammered, guilt washing over him as he looked at Changbin’s pained expression. His heart pounded, the weight of his actions settling in, and he cursed himself for getting lost in the moment.
Changbin rubbed his sore thigh, trying to shake off the lingering sting. He let out an awkward chuckle, trying to ease the tension. “Careful there, Minnie… You almost broke me,” he teased lightly, but his wince betrayed him.
Seungmin’s face flushed with embarrassment and worry. “I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t thinking.” He sighed deeply, guilt etched in his features. “Are you okay? I’ll... I’ll get Yeoran-noona, she’ll-”
“I’m already here,” Yeoran said with a smile as she entered the room. But Seungmin knew that smile—it was the kind of smile that promised anger and a good scolding later. He immediately backed away from Changbin, his heart racing in panic.
“I-I need to go to the toilet!” Seungmin blurted out and bolted for the door, narrowly avoiding his other members as they entered the room.
Yeoran shook her head in amusement. She hadn’t realized just how much of an effect Changbin had on the boys, but it was becoming more obvious by the day.
“Bin, I heard from noona—” Chan started to speak, but his words came to an abrupt halt when he noticed the exposed skin on Changbin’s thigh. He quickly shook his head, trying to refocus, though his ears burned slightly from embarrassment. Yeoran caught the reaction and scoffed, clearly knowing the effect her “little dwaekki” had on his bandmates.
“Noona told us you hurt yourself,” Chan finally managed to say, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah,” Changbin nodded, about to explain further when Hyunjin, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, moved quickly. He gently grabbed Changbin’s hand and readjusted the towel to cover his exposed skin, his ears bright red as he avoided eye contact.
“There,” Hyunjin muttered with a shy smile before hurriedly walking away, leaving the room more flustered than when he’d entered.
Yeoran chuckled softly, shaking her head as she handed Changbin a pair of loose shorts. "You boys are impossible. Honestly, how do you manage to keep it together on stage?" she teased, her voice laced with affection as she helped wipe off Changbin's makeup.
As Yeoran carefully worked to remove the last traces of his stage makeup, she couldn’t help but notice how the others’ eyes constantly darted towards the smaller boy. Whether it was Chan’s subtle glances from across the room or Hyunjin’s shy looks that he tried (and failed) to hide, the members’ fascination with Changbin was almost palpable.
"Seriously, what are you all staring at?" Yeoran finally remarked, casting an amused glance at the group.
Chan cleared his throat, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just making sure Binnie’s okay," he said, though the way he quickly looked away suggested otherwise.
Changbin, feeling the attention, shifted in his seat, tugging at the oversized hoodie he wore. “Y’all are acting weird today,” he mumbled.
"Alright. All done. Here, Binnie." Yeoran handed Changbin the ointment with a smile. "Don’t forget to apply it twice a day. It should heal in about a week." She ruffled his hair affectionately before turning her attention to the others.
"I know how all of you can get handsy, but no touching until it fully heals." She narrowed her eyes at the group, then squinted at Minho specifically. "Especially you, Minho. Yes, I’m looking at you."
Minho, clearly caught off guard, pointed at himself in mock disbelief. "Me? What did I do?"
Jeongin, always ready with a playful jab, patted Minho’s back with a mischievous grin. "See, hyung? Even noona knows you're always harassing Binnie-hyung."
"Yah!" Minho growled, grabbing the younger boy and pulling him into a playful headlock. "You’re too cheeky for your own good, Jeongin."
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The walk to their car felt like torture for Changbin as he tried to waddle carefully, avoiding any irritation from his pants rubbing against his sensitive thighs. Han couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him, pretending that Changbin was a toddler just learning how to walk.
“If I catch you, you are dead, Sungie!” Changbin threatened, trying to sound fierce, but his tone was more playful than menacing.
Han just laughed, sticking his tongue out at him. “First, you have to catch up, hyung!” He sprinted ahead, dodging Changbin’s half-hearted attempts to hit him.
“Wait till I catch you!” Changbin yelled, a mix of frustration and amusement in his voice as he watched Han disappear behind the door leading to the basement car park.
Chan, walking beside them, chuckled as he watched Changbin's awkward waddle, finding it endearing, especially with the oversized hoodie engulfing him. “You know, Bin, if you want me to carry you, you can just say so.”
Changbin smiled back, trying to downplay his discomfort. “It’s okay, Channie-hyung. You must be tired.”
But before he could finish his thought, he felt strong arms lift him off the ground. His hands instinctively flew to cover his mouth as a small moan escaped, the unexpected movement causing a flash of pain to shoot through his thigh as his pants grazed the sensitive skin.
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Hyunjin said sheepishly, cradling Changbin in a bridal-style hold. “But I’m tired and just want to get home quickly.”
Changbin glanced up at Hyunjin, surprise and a hint of annoyance mingling in his expression, but the warmth of Hyunjin’s hold made it hard to stay upset. “You could’ve warned me first!” he huffed, though the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.
Hyunjin laughed lightly, adjusting his grip to ensure Changbin was comfortable. “But then I wouldn’t have the chance to show off my muscles,” he quipped, glancing over at Chan with a playful grin.
“Right, because we definitely need a demonstration of your strength,” Chan teased, rolling his eyes. “Just don’t drop him, or I swear—”
“Please, I’ve got him,” Hyunjin interjected, tightening his hold as he began to walk toward the car, his expression a mix of pride and mischief. Changbin settled into his embrace, feeling a rush of warmth and affection from both of his members.
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After they returned to their dorm that night, everyone gradually filtered into their rooms, bidding each other goodnight. Hyunjin insisted on carrying Changbin into his shared room with Chan, despite Changbin's playful protests that fell on deaf ears.
“Just admit it, you’re too tired to walk,” Hyunjin teased as he effortlessly cradled Changbin. “Goodnight, guys!” he called out to Chan as he returned to his own room with Minho and Han.
“I’m going to shower first,” Chan announced, rummaging through his closet for a clean set of clothes.
Changbin, still feeling the fatigue from the day, rummaged through his bag, yawning. “Okay, hyung... I’ll just take mine in the morning. Too lazy...” He pulled out the ointment, placing it beside him as he yawned again, earning a soft coo from Chan.
“You look cute in that hoodie, Bin,” Chan said, playfully squishing Changbin's cheeks, causing him to pout and push Chan away gently.
“It’s Minho-hyung’s. I stole it from his wardrobe this morning,” Changbin replied with a cheeky grin, unaware of the flicker of jealousy that crossed Chan’s face.
“...Why didn’t you take mine?” Chan asked, trying to mask his jealousy.
Changbin plopped down on his bed. “I just wanted to have Minho-hyung’s scent.” He pulled the collar of the hoodie to his nose, inhaling the faint scent of mocha that lingered from Minho.
Chan clenched his jaw, closing his eyes momentarily to fight back the jealousy. He reminded himself that Changbin wasn’t his alone but belonged to the pack. “Okay, Bin,” he managed a smile, ruffling Changbin’s hair before excusing himself to shower, hoping it would help cool down the emotions swirling within him.
Once alone, Changbin carefully peeled off his pants, wincing slightly as the fabric grazed his sensitive thigh. Inspecting the redness, he noted that the inner part of his thigh was more inflamed. When he touched it, a sharp hiss escaped him at the sting of over-sensitivity.
“Noona did say it’s near my scent gland…” he muttered to himself with a sigh. “Stupid belt...” He squeezed a generous amount of ointment onto his fingers, gently applying it to his thighs while being careful to avoid the most sensitive spots.
“Channie-hyung—”
Changbin looked up, startled to see Jeongin at the door, his mouth half-open as if he had been mid-sentence. “Iyen-ah!” Changbin greeted with a smile, unaware of the dark glint in Jeongin’s eyes as he approached.
“What do you want, maknae?” Changbin continued, focusing on applying the ointment, oblivious to Jeongin's intentions.
Before he could register what was happening, Jeongin lunged forward, pushing him back onto the bed with surprising strength, knocking the air out of Changbin. He hovered above him, gripping his thigh tightly, the strength of his hold almost lifting him off the bed.
“Iyen-ah!” Changbin gasped, eyes wide with shock. “What are you doing?!”
Jeongin's dark eyes bore into Changbin's, a mix of intensity and possessiveness flashing across his features. “I just wanted to see how you were doing,” he replied, his voice low and serious, the atmosphere shifting suddenly between them.
“Y-you’re being too rough!” Changbin protested, trying to squirm away but finding himself pinned beneath Jeongin's weight. The mixture of surprise and the discomfort from his thigh made his heart race, a different kind of warmth blossoming within him.
“Just hold still for a moment,” Jeongin insisted, his grip firm yet not painful. “I need to check on you.”
Changbin felt a strange mix of emotions. “I’m fine!” he said, his voice slightly higher than usual, the vulnerability of the moment making him acutely aware of the closeness between them.
“Are you sure about that?” Jeongin questioned, lowering his gaze to the reddened skin on Changbin’s thigh.
“Y-Yes! S-Stop…” Changbin gasped, pressing both his hands against Jeongin’s stomach in a desperate attempt to push him away. The tears threatened to spill from his eyes as Jeongin's thumb pressed against his already sensitive inner thigh, sending shivers through his body. He trembled under the weight of the moment, feeling utterly exposed.
“Hyung… You smell so good...” Jeongin murmured, his instincts taking over as he rubbed his nose against Changbin’s inner thigh, drawn in by the sweet, chocolaty scent that enveloped him. The world around them seemed to fade, his senses honing in on nothing but Changbin. With a swift motion, he lifted Changbin's leg, placing it over his shoulder, angling himself closer to the source of that intoxicating aroma.
“Jeongin!” Changbin gasped, the sudden change in position eliciting a sharp pain that made him moan involuntarily. Panic surged within him, urging him to break free from the grip of the maknae, but Jeongin’s instincts were relentless.
Caught in a haze, Jeongin pressed kisses to the red skin of Changbin’s thigh, unaware of the sobs that broke free from the older’s lips. The sensation of Jeongin’s warm breath against his skin only intensified Changbin’s turmoil, both physically and emotionally.
“Stop it!” Changbin cried, his voice trembling with a mix of pain and desperation. He tried to push the younger away, but Jeongin held both his wrists in one hand, locking him in place, a primal instinct driving him forward.
Driven by instinct, Jeongin opened his mouth, ready to bite and mark the tender skin beneath him. Just as he was about to follow through, a powerful force yanked him away from Changbin. Strong arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him back and ripping him from the haze that clouded his mind.
“Whoa, down boy!” Chan exclaimed, his grip firm yet gentle, a protective hold on the back of Jeongin’s neck. “Control yourself. You don’t want to scare Changbin.”
As Jeongin blinked in confusion, the fog of desire began to lift, replaced by a dawning realization of what he had almost done. The room felt suddenly more substantial, the reality of the situation crashing down on him.
“Hyung…” Jeongin whispered, his heart racing.
Chan sighed, his expression a mix of concern and disappointment as he looked at the younger member. He knew how Jeongin often struggled to control his instincts, especially when it came to their omega hyung. All the members were aware of this; they had seen Jeongin lose himself in the moment before. But Chan had never expected that the maknae could lose control so easily at the mere sight of Changbin’s exposed skin.
“Changbin-hyung, I’m so sorry,” Jeongin stammered, his voice filled with regret. “I didn’t mean to—”
Changbin looked between the two, still trying to process the sudden shift in the atmosphere. “I—It’s fine, I just… wasn’t expecting that,” he said, his voice shaky. He tried to sit up straighter, pushing through the discomfort.
“I—”
“Iyen-ah, why don’t you go and cool your head?” Chan interrupted gently, helping Jeongin to stand up and guiding him toward the door. Jeongin couldn’t protest; he simply followed Chan out of the room, his mind still swirling with confusion and regret.
As the door closed behind them, Changbin let out a heavy sigh, his heart still racing. He rubbed his face, trying to shake off the remnants of the unsettling encounter. The tension in the room lingered like a thick fog, and he couldn’t help but replay the moment in his mind.
Carefully, he attempted to shift positions but winced when his thigh rubbed against the sheets. Looking down, he noticed dark fingerprints on his inner thighs—the mark of Jeongin’s grip. A surge of embarrassment washed over him as he recognized how close they had been, how intense the moment had felt.
He lay on his side, pulling his Gyu closer to his face, using the plush fabric to hide his flustered expression. It wasn’t fear that he felt—more like surprise and panic at how their baby bread had reacted so suddenly. The unexpectedness of it all left him breathless.
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“Are you cooled down?” Chan asked, watching Jeongin gulp down another glass of cold water, his throat still feeling parched from the adrenaline.
“Y-yeah... Sorry, hyung. I lost control back there…” Jeongin admitted, embarrassment flooding him as he recalled the earlier scene. He felt like a high school kid, overwhelmed by the mere sight of his hyung’s skin.
Chan smiled knowingly. “You’re lucky I was quick. Or Yeoran-noona would’ve killed you if she noticed the mark.” He poured another glass of cold water for both of them. “But who wouldn’t be affected when it’s Changbin we’re talking about?”
“I agree...” Seungmin replied, suddenly burst into the kitchen, looking utterly exhausted.
“When did you—”
“Just now…” Seungmin interrupted, gulping down a glass of water and letting out a heavy sigh. He slumped down onto the table, burying his face in his arms. “That hyung will be the death of me…”
Chan noticed something on Seungmin's face and couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re also affected?” he notice the slight pink on his cheeks and his wet hair.
Seungmin’s cheeks turned a shade of pink, and he shot Chan an annoyed glare. “Shut up, old man.”
Jeongin chuckled, feeling a bit more relaxed. “I guess we’re all just weak for Changbin, huh?”
“Right?” Chan agreed, leaning back against the counter, a teasing grin on his face. “It’s not our fault he has that effect on everyone.”
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The next morning, Changbin woke up to a sweet scent of honey and sunflowers tickling his nose. He could feel arms wrapped around his waist, and soft hair brushing against his chin. Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinking as he tried to adjust to the darkness of the room. When his vision cleared in the dim light, he noticed that Chan was not in his bed.
The arms around him tightened slightly, and he smiled as he buried his nose in the soft blonde hair resting beneath his chin. “Morning, Yongbokkie...” he greeted softly, inhaling the soothing scent of the beta.
Felix only hummed in response, burrowing his face further into Changbin’s chest, clearly not ready to leave the warmth of the bed.
Changbin couldn't recall when Felix had joined him in bed, but he wasn’t surprised anymore. Over time, he had grown used to it—whether it was the maknaes or sometimes even the hyungs, seeking comfort in his presence. He had learned to embrace these moments. Besides, he loved waking up like this, enveloped in the warmth of one of his members, their unique scents blending into his own, creating a sense of peace that he cherished deeply.
Changbin almost drifted back to sleep, lulled by the warmth of Felix in his arms, when he felt a hand on his exposed thigh. Felix gently pulled it to rest on his hip, rubbing soothing circles against his skin.
“Hyung… you forgot to wear your pants last night... it’s cold,” Felix murmured, matter-of-factly, which earned a soft chuckle from Changbin.
“Yeah... I fell asleep after—” Changbin started, but the memory of what happened before he fell asleep suddenly flashed in his mind, and he could feel his cheeks heating up. He quickly shook his head, trying to push the thought away. “After I applied the ointment,” he corrected, hoping Felix wouldn’t press any further.
Felix didn’t seem to notice Changbin’s flustered state, simply humming in response as he snuggled closer, his warmth and steady presence grounding Changbin once more.
Slowly, Felix's other hand slipped under Changbin’s hoodie and rested on the curve of his back, making Changbin hiss in surprise at the cold touch.
“Yongbok, your hand is cold,” Changbin muttered, trying to pull away, but Felix immediately tightened his hold, pulling him even closer and stopping him from escaping.
Felix snickered softly, his face still buried in Changbin’s chest. “But you’re warm, hyung,” he mumbled, sounding far too comfortable with his chilly hand pressed against Changbin’s skin.
Changbin let out a resigned sigh, shaking his head with a small smile, unable to say no to Felix’s sleepy affection. "Fine, just warm up quickly, alright?" he teased, wrapping his arms more securely around Felix, accepting the close proximity as the beta settled against him contentedly.
They stayed like that for a few more minutes, wrapped in each other's warmth, until Changbin's phone lit up on the bedside table with a notification. With some difficulty, Changbin managed to reach over and grab it, checking the time—9:15 AM. Opening their group chat, he saw that Chan and Minho were out grocery shopping, Seungmin and Jeongin were off shopping, and Han and Hyunjin had gone to visit an art gallery.
It seemed like it was just him and Felix left in the dorm. He didn’t mind, but his stomach had other ideas, growling loudly from hunger.
“Yongbok... let’s order some food,” Changbin murmured, trying to wake Felix up. The beta only hummed in sleepy defiance, unwilling to move.
“Come on,” Changbin coaxed gently, trying to peel Felix off his chest. But Felix groaned in annoyance and, with a sudden tug, grabbed Changbin's thigh and pulled him back against his body. The unexpected movement made Changbin yelp in surprise, instinctively pushing himself away from Felix to put some distance between them.
Felix, clearly startled by the reaction, quickly sat up, eyes wide. “Hyung, I’m sorry!” His hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure of what to do, as he watched Changbin sit up and inspect the slight redness on his thigh from where Felix had grabbed him.
Felix's gaze sharpened, and his eyes locked onto the dark, faint marks from a fingers on Changbin’s skin. Something snapped inside him. A wave of possessiveness surged through him, twisting his emotions into something raw and dark, fueled by jealousy. Without thinking, Felix grabbed Changbin by the ankle, causing the older to gasp in surprise.
“Bokkie, what—”
Before Changbin could finish, Felix yanked him closer with a firm pull, folding his legs up to his chest in one swift motion. The beta held the back of Changbin's thighs tightly, dangerously close to his scent gland, pinning him in place with a grip that felt possessive and unyielding.
Changbin’s breath hitched as he registered Felix's darkened expression. The usual softness in Felix’s eyes was gone, replaced by something intense, almost predatory. The air between them shifted, heavy with tension.
“Felix…” Changbin whispered, his voice uncertain, trying to gauge what was going through the beta’s mind.
Felix’s hold didn’t loosen. His fingers pressed deeper into the flesh of Changbin’s thighs, as if marking him—claiming him. "Hyung... who left those marks on you?" Felix’s voice was low, almost a growl, as his gaze stayed fixated on the faint imprint his hand had left on Changbin’s skin. His jealousy had flared, making it impossible to ignore the thought of anyone else touching Changbin.
Changbin swallowed, the tension between them thickening by the second, as Felix’s eyes bore into him, waiting for an answer.
“I-Iyen-ah...” Changbin stammered, his breath catching in his throat. As soon as the name left his lips, Felix's hold tightened, his grip on the back of Changbin's thighs becoming almost bruising.
Changbin squirmed under him, his heart racing as he felt the shift in Felix’s aura. There was a possessive edge in the way Felix's fingers dug into his skin, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. Felix wanted—no, he needed to cover the marks Jeongin had left on Changbin. The thought of anyone else’s claim, even as innocent as the maknae’s, made something primal rise within him. He needed to replace it with his own mark, one that would leave no question about who Changbin belonged to.
Felix’s mind raced, clouded by the overwhelming surge of jealousy. He could feel the throbbing ache of his fangs threatening to descend, his instincts screaming at him to mark Changbin in a way that no one else could. The image of Changbin's skin, adorned with his mark, made his blood rush, imagining how Changbin would react—how he would squirm beneath him with every movement, his body bearing Felix’s claim.
Changbin, feeling the intensity radiating from Felix, tried to shift his legs, but Felix’s grip only tightened, holding him firmly in place. “L-Lix... wait...” Changbin’s voice was strained, unsure if it was the closeness or the possessiveness in Felix’s eyes that made his heart pound harder.
Felix leaned in, his lips brushing against the skin near the mark, breathing in Changbin’s scent. His heart hammered as the desire to claim him became overwhelming. “I can’t,” Felix whispered against Changbin’s thigh, voice dark and breathless. His tongue darted out to taste the warmth of Changbin’s skin, sending shivers down the older’s spine.
“I need you... to wear my mark.”
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As Felix’s mind cleared, the fog of possessiveness lifting, he suddenly became aware of faint sniffles and quiet sobs coming from Changbin beneath him. His breath caught in his throat as his gaze darted down to take in Changbin’s state.
Changbin had his arm draped over his eyes, covering them as tears soaked into the sleeve of his hoodie. His other hand clutched the front of Felix’s shirt, trembling. Felix’s stomach dropped as he realized he still had Changbin's legs resting on his shoulders, trapping him in place.
Felix’s eyes trailed from Changbin’s tear-streaked face down to his exposed stomach, the hoodie pushed up by their position, revealing pale skin that was now flushed from the intensity of the moment. His gaze drifted lower, settling on Changbin’s inner thighs. They were red and raw, scattered with deep marks—his marks. Red bites, bruises from where Felix’s grip had been too tight, especially near the sensitive area where the scent glands were located.
Changbin's thighs were trembling, his body shaking with every breath and sob that escaped his parted lips. The sight sent a wave of guilt crashing over Felix, and the reality of what he had done hit him all at once.
“Hyung…” Felix whispered, voice shaky as he gently released his hold on Changbin’s legs, lowering them with care. His hands hovered, unsure if he was allowed to touch now. “I’m so... I didn’t mean to—” His words faltered, the weight of his actions settling heavily in his chest.
Changbin didn’t respond right away, too caught up in his own quiet sobs, hiding his face behind his arm. Felix felt a knot tighten in his throat as the remorse gnawed at him, realizing how far he’d let his emotions go.
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Felix said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as he leaned down, his hand trembling as it hovered just above Changbin’s tear-soaked face. He wanted to comfort him, to fix the damage he had caused, but the fear of rejection stilled him.
Changbin’s grip on Felix’s shirt never loosened, though, and despite the tremors in his body, he didn’t push Felix away. That small detail was enough to give Felix a shred of hope. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Felix carefully pulled Changbin into his arms, holding him as gently as he could, mindful of every bruise and mark he’d left behind.
“I’m so sorry, Binnie-hyung…” Felix whispered, his voice breaking as he pressed his forehead against Changbin’s, trying to ground them both. Changbin’s sobs slowly quieted in Felix’s arms.
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Minho and Chan arrived home an hour later, expecting to find the dorm quiet and empty. However, what they stumbled upon was anything but.
Felix was kneeling in the living room, arms raised above his head in a clear display of guilt, looking down at the floor like a scolded puppy. On the couch, Changbin sat with a box of pizza, methodically eating slice after slice, completely ignoring the beta’s pleading posture. His eyes were fixed on the TV, but it was obvious from his stiff posture and the occasional huff that he was annoyed—furious, even.
Minho sniffed the air and immediately noticed the slight shift in Changbin's scent—there was no mistaking it. Their omega was annoyed, perhaps even angry. The sharp undertone of Changbin's scent, usually comforting and warm, now carried a prickly edge.
Felix, desperate for forgiveness, called out softly, “Hyung…” His voice was small, hopeful.
But Changbin’s only response was a sharp hiss, followed by a louder crunch as he bit into his pizza, his attention still firmly fixed on the TV screen. The cold shoulder was real, and Felix was clearly suffering from it.
Minho couldn’t resist. This was too golden of a moment to let pass by. Quietly, he pulled out his phone and started recording the scene, grinning as he sent the video to their group chat with the caption: Felix is in trouble, and Binnie’s not letting him off easy.
Chan, being the responsible leader he was, cleared his throat, causing both Felix and Changbin to turn their heads. Felix’s face lit up with a flicker of hope, as if Chan might intervene on his behalf, while Changbin simply gave Chan a small, defiant smile as he took another bite of pizza.
“What happened here?” Chan asked, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed the scene.
Changbin, still chewing, finally spoke, though it was clear his words weren't meant for Felix. “Felix can explain.” His tone was sharp and curt.
Minho and Chan exchanged glances. Oh no, he called him Felix instead of Yongbok. That’s not a good sign—Felix must really be in trouble.
Felix, flustered and still on his knees, looked up at Chan with big, guilty eyes, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the right words. He knew he was in deep trouble—especially with everyone now knowing, thanks to Minho’s little video stunt.
Minho burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. The sound echoed through the living room, startling both Felix and Changbin.
"I can’t believe this," Minho wheezed between laughs, clutching his stomach. "Out of all the maknaes, Felix—the golden boy—is getting the cold shoulder from his beloved hyung! This is priceless."
Felix’s face flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and guilt flooding him as Minho's laughter filled the room. Changbin, still pointedly ignoring Felix.
"Hyung…" Felix tried again, but the pout on his face did nothing to sway Changbin. He was still very much enjoying his pizza, taking his sweet time as though savoring the situation as much as the food.
Chan, trying his best to stay serious, but with a twitch of amusement in his expression, sighed. "Felix, what exactly happened?" he asked, trying to get to the bottom of the situation.
Felix's eyes darted nervously between Chan and Changbin before he finally muttered, "I… uh, grabbed him too hard."
"Grabbed him too hard?" Minho echoed, still snickering.
Felix looked down, sheepish. "Yeah… on his thighs." His face was flushed now, his embarrassment evident.
“Grabbed?” Changbin glared at Felix, a mix of annoyance and embarrassment flashing in his eyes. He stood up, tugging at his oversized shirt to reveal his thighs, which were scattered with red bite marks, remnants of a moment ago. The marks nearly covered the original injury that had led him to apply the ointment in the first place.
“He almost ate me!” Changbin exclaimed, his voice a mix of frustration and incredulity. “I can’t walk properly without them rubbing against each other; they’re too sensitive! I can’t even wear my pants! Now all of you have to bear with me half-naked!”
Minho and Chan’s eyes widened, both unable to tear their gazes away from the exposed omega. The atmosphere shifted, the playful teasing giving way to a mix of shock and a hint of appreciation.
“...I’m not complaining...” Minho finally managed to say, a smirk creeping onto his face as he exchanged a glance with Chan, who nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Hyungs!” Changbin exclaimed in disbelief, stomping his foot in frustration. “This is not funny!” He crossed his arms over his chest in a futile attempt to shield himself from their gaze, but it only drew more attention to the marks on his thighs. “Noona will be furious if she sees them!”
“Hey, you can’t blame us for looking,” Minho shot back, still grinning. “You’re the one flaunting it. Besides, it’s not every day we see you like this.”
Chan stepped closer, his expression shifting to one of concern as he scanned Changbin’s thigh marks. “Are you okay, though?” he asked, his voice softening. “Did it hurt that much?”
Changbin huffed, rolling his eyes but secretly appreciating Chan’s concern. “It’s not the worst, but it’s uncomfortable. I just didn’t expect Felix to be so... intense.” He shot a pointed look at Felix, who was still on his knees, looking like he wanted to disappear.
Felix opened his mouth to defend himself but quickly shut it, knowing that whatever he said wouldn’t help his case. Instead, he looked at Changbin with wide, apologetic eyes, silently pleading for forgiveness.
Changbin sighed, the annoyance beginning to fade. “Just... be careful next time, okay? I’m not a chew toy.”
Minho seized the opportunity, closing the gap between himself and Changbin. He reached out to touch the exposed skin on Changbin's thigh, making the omega jump and turn to him wide-eyed.
“Minho-hyung!” Changbin exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise.
“Sorry, Binnie,” Minho said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “You can’t blame me for losing control when you flashed us just now.” He stepped closer, effectively trapping Changbin between himself and Chan, who was positioned behind him.
As Minho's hand traveled down Changbin's thighs, the omega shivered at the unexpected contact over his sensitive skin. “Hyung, s-stop! They’re too sensitive...” Changbin hissed, his breath hitching as Minho rubbed against the marks, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Chan, still behind Changbin, wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him steady. The closeness intensified the tension in the room, and for a moment, both alphas felt their instincts rise to the surface.
Changbin, sensing the shift, looked up at them with an annoyed expression, his brows furrowing. “Seriously, you two?” The sharpness in his voice made both Minho and Chan gulp nervously, the playful atmosphere suddenly feeling charged..
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The door swung open, and the maknaes walked in, laughing and teasing about how they would give Felix a hard time for his earlier antics. But as soon as they stepped into the living room, their laughter died in their throats.
They froze at the sight before them: Felix, Minho, and Chan were all on the floor, kneeling with their arms raised above their heads, looking utterly ridiculous. The shock of the scene was palpable as the maknaes processed what they were witnessing.
“Uh... what happened here?” Han whispered, glancing at the others, confusion etched on their faces.
“Where’s Changbin?” Hyunjin asked, sniffing the air, still trying to comprehend the sight of their two hyungs and Felix in such a submissive position.
Seungmin smirked as he took a few shots of Minho and Chan, “I need to share this with STAY,” he declared, his excitement palpable. But before Minho could reach for him in annoyance, something changed in the air. A sweet, chocolaty scent wafted in from the hallway, drawing their attention.
They turned their heads slowly toward the source, and there stood Changbin, arms folded and brow raised—a clear sign of his anger. His expression was a mix of disbelief and irritation, and the sight of him caused Minho to quickly raise his hands in a defensive gesture.
“Changbin!” Minho exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and caution. “I thought you left!”
“You want me to?” Changbin shot back, crossing his arms tighter across his chest, a playful glint in his eyes.
“NO!” Minho replied quickly, hands shooting up in a defensive gesture. “I mean, we definitely don’t want that!”
Changbin changed his attention to the maknaes, “I’m going back into my room. A.L.O.N.E.” He cut off Han, who was already beaming and clearly eager to join him.
Han looked upset, his lower lip jutting out. “But why??” he whined, his eyes wide with disappointment.
Changbin sighed, rubbing his temples in exasperation. “I can’t deal with any of you guys obsessing over my thighs. I know they’re irresistible, but it’s too much for today. Just let me walk comfortably for once!”
All heads turned to the three figures in the living room, who looked guilty but also a bit smug. Their eyes flicked from Changbin to each other, a silent acknowledgment of their mischief.
Before Changbin made his way back to his room, he turned back to the trio, hands on his hips. “And just to be clear,” he said, his voice firm, “No one are not allowed to enter my room today. That includes you, Channie hyung!” He shot a warning glance at his roommate, who raised his hands in mock surrender.
“Alright, alright, we promise,” Chan replied, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, though it was laced with mischief.
“Good,” Changbin said, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” He turned on his heel and strutted back toward his room, feeling the soft fabric of his hoodie brushing against his skin.
As he closed the door behind him, Changbin could hear Han’s dramatic whine from the living room. “But Binnie! We just want to admire you!”
“Admire from a distance!” Changbin called back, shaking his head with a chuckle. He could hear the others’ exasperated sighs and groans, and a smile crept across his face. After all the chaos and teasing, he was glad to finally have some peace and quiet.
He leaned against the door for a moment, allowing himself to relax. The quiet of his room felt like a welcome retreat from the whirlwind of his chaotic household. The echoes of laughter and playful banter floated in from the other side of the door, a reminder of how much he appreciated his friends, even when they drove him crazy.
Pulling out his phone, he glanced at the time. He had a few moments to himself before the inevitable chorus of footsteps would storm in, demanding his attention again. Taking a deep breath, he opened his social media app, scrolling through the latest updates, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him.
Changbin sighed as he explaining his situation to Yeoran. A moment later, her response appeared: a laughing bunny sticker followed by, “Sorry Binnie. I promise no more harness for you.”
He couldn’t help but snort at her lighthearted reply, shaking his head as he moved on to check the next message. His phone buzzed again, and this time it was from Wooyoung: “Well damn, Felix is a biter. Hahahaha. But then again, Bin, who wouldn’t want a piece of that thigh? Even I would if I didn’t have a mate yet.”
Rolling his eyes, Changbin smirked at Wooyoung’s teasing. He was used to his friend’s playful jabs by now, especially when it came to anything even remotely suggestive. Typing out a quick response, he fired back, “Ha ha, very funny. Keep your hands to yourself, Woo. I’m off-limits.”
Wooyoung’s reply came almost immediately, “Relax, Binnie. I’m just appreciating from afar. Your thighs are a national treasure, though.”
“Okay, I’m telling Sannie,” Changbin muttered, shaking his head again and put his phone aside.
It was still early and with no immediate plans, Changbin figured he might as well catch up on some much-needed sleep. Between practice, recording, and the chaos of living with his members, rest days like this were rare.
He stretched out on his bed, sinking into the pillows with a satisfied sigh. As much as he loved spending time with everyone, moments of peace like this were golden. He pulled the blankets up, feeling the warmth settle over him, and let his eyes drift shut, knowing he had a full day of relaxation ahead of him.
For now, it was just him, the quiet, and the comfort of his bed. The rest of the world—and its teasing messages—could wait.
So he thought.
Just as Changbin was about to drift off, the peace of his quiet room was shattered by the sound of his door being thrown open. In barged Han, Hyunjin, and Minho, voices raised as they screamed over one another, arguing about something Changbin barely caught onto.
“I’m telling you, he’s going to kick you out!” Minho yelled at Han, who was grinning ear to ear.
“He won’t kick me out! I’m his favorite!” Han shot back, pointing at himself as Hyunjin groaned in frustration.
“Please, you’re delusional,” Hyunjin scoffed, rolling his eyes. “If you actually listened to Changbin, you wouldn’t be in this situation!”
The chaotic trio didn’t even notice Changbin sitting up on his bed, a heavy sigh escaping him as Han slammed the door behind him, locking it in the process. Now it was just him, the closed door, and the strong, unmistakable scent of citrus and mint filling the air.
Without even opening his eyes, he knew exactly who it was. “You know, I could kick you out right now, Han,” Changbin muttered, finally opening his eyes to find Han standing at the foot of his bed, grinning sheepishly.
Han, with his signature smile, simply shrugged, eyes twinkling mischievously. “You wouldn’t. You love me too much to kick me out.”
Changbin narrowed his eyes, giving Han a look that said he was far from amused. “Try me,” he threatened half-heartedly.
Before Han could respond, he made a move to jump into the bed, but Changbin quickly shot out an arm to stop him. Han, now frozen mid-air, looked comically ridiculous with his limbs suspended and his expression somewhere between confusion and panic.
“Hyung!” Han whined, still awkwardly hovering as Changbin kept him in place with one hand. “Let me in! I promise I wouldn’t do anything!”
Changbin raised a brow, “You’re not getting in here. Last thing I need is you touching me.”
Han’s pout deepened as he crossed his arms, his eyes still wide and pleading. “But you let Lixie and Iyen touch you…,” he whined dramatically, dragging out his words like a child who didn’t get their way.
Changbin rolled his eyes, his patience already wearing thin. “That was before I knew they decided to leave marks all over me,” he sighed, his hand instinctively rubbing at the faint sting of the bites Felix left behind. “I’m exhausted, Sungie. Go cuddle with the others.”
Han pouted even harder, shifting on his feet as if contemplating throwing another tantrum. “But Binnie, you’re the best at cuddles,” he mumbled, his voice sulking.
Changbin shook his head and closed his eyes, already feeling his energy drain just from the conversation. “I’m too tired for this right now. Go bug Chan or Hyunjin—anyone else. I just want to sleep.”
Han grumbled something under his breath, but Changbin could hear his footsteps retreating, finally taking the hint. As the door clicked softly behind him, Changbin sighed in relief, sinking back into his bed. Maybe now he could finally get some much-needed rest.
Just as Changbin was about to drift off, he heard the door creak open again. He groaned internally, already knowing who it was. Opening one eye, he saw Han quietly re-enter the room, this time with his own pillows and blankets in tow. Changbin raised a brow, watching as Han plopped the pile down on the floor beside his bed with dramatic flair.
“What are you doing?” Changbin asked, his voice low with exhaustion.
Han pouted, his expression like that of a kicked puppy. “You didn’t let me sleep with you,” he muttered, fluffing his pillow. “So, I’ll just stay here.”
Changbin stared at him for a long moment, half-amused, half-exasperated. Han lay down on the floor with a huff, pulling the blanket over himself as he curled up into a ball.
"You look ridiculous," Changbin said, fighting the urge to laugh.
“I don’t care,” Han mumbled from under the blanket, sounding utterly pitiful. “I’ll just stay here. You’ll never even know I’m here.”
Changbin sighed deeply, rolling his eyes, but there was a soft smile tugging at his lips. "You're impossible, you know that?"
Han peeked out from under his blanket with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “So... I can stay?”
"Fine, stay," Changbin finally relented, shaking his head. “But if you so much as make a sound, I’m kicking you out.”
Han grinned wide, settling in more comfortably beside the bed. “Deal!”
Han sat quietly on the floor, scrolling through his phone and watching videos, trying not to disturb Changbin. The soft glow of his screen illuminated the dark room, but soon, the gentle sound of soft snores caught his attention. Han froze for a second, glancing toward the bed.
Changbin was fast asleep, wrapped snugly in his fluffy blanket like a cozy burrito. Only his head peeked out, and his soft, natural curls sprawled messily over the pillow. Han couldn’t resist the urge to peek a little closer. Slowly, he sat up and leaned over the bed, his heart melting at the sight.
Changbin’s cheeks were squished against the pillow, giving his face an even more endearing appearance. His peaceful breathing and relaxed features made him look almost childlike.
Without thinking, Han gently reached out and ran his fingers through Changbin's hair, petting the soft curls. He smiled to himself, whispering under his breath, "You're too cute, hyung."
Han sighed softly, feeling a twinge of guilt as he whispered, “I’m sorry, hyung.” Standing up, he carefully began unwrapping the blanket from around Changbin, giving him a bit of space without waking him. With gentle movements, Han slipped in under the covers, trying to avoid any sudden shifts that might disturb his sleep.
Once he was under the blanket, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to pull Changbin closer. He gently grabbed Changbin’s thighs to hoist him up and onto his chest, aiming to cradle him without waking him. But as Han lifted him, Changbin let out a soft whine, shifting in his sleep.
“...not too rough... hurts...” Changbin mumbled, his voice barely audible as his brows furrowed slightly, still lost in his dreams.
Han froze, his heart sinking. "Sorry, Binnie," he whispered, adjusting his grip to be even more delicate. He gently settled Changbin down so the omega could rest comfortably on top of him, making sure not to press on any sore spots.`
With one hand resting gently at the back of Changbin’s head and the other securely wrapped around his waist, Han carefully tucked himself under Changbin’s chin, breathing in the comforting sweet chocolaty scent of his omega hyung. A contented smile spread across his face, finally able to cuddle with Changbin like he had wanted all evening.
Feeling the warmth and closeness of his hyung, Han's eyelids grew heavy. The soothing rhythm of Changbin’s soft breathing, combined with his familiar scent, lulled him into a peaceful sleep.
Changbin eventually decided to just accept it; the more he pushed them away, the more persistent they became. Luckily, since that day, they had been able to keep their hands off him—for the most part. Although some still occasionally tried to sneak a touch, they respected the boundaries he set. The limit was clear: touching, but nothing more than that.
They followed Changbin's rules, knowing full well that if they crossed the line again, the omega would have no problem locking them out once more. The thought of being shut out again was enough to make them behave, at least for now.
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Fortunately for them, Changbin’s thighs had healed remarkably well. Only a few faint purple marks remained, but there was no makeup that couldn’t cover them. However, that didn't mean they were off the hook just yet; Yeoran made sure they listened to her long-winded nagging about keeping their hands to themselves. But, of course, their self-control was long forgotten. She couldn’t blame them, though—she was the one who had thrown out the bait.
As Yeoran watched the members prepare in the room, she noticed Changbin smacking Minho’s hand away from his butt before he headed to the changing room after Hyunjin emerged. She shook her head, half-amused and half-exasperated.
Minutes later, when Changbin finally stepped out, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The chatter faded into silence, and the only sounds were the voices of the staff and the music playing in the background. Yeoran looked up from her tablet, checking the outfit list, and smirked as she noticed the way the members' eyes were glued to Changbin.
To be on the safe side, Yeoran and the other stylists had decided to dress Changbin in long, loose pants to provide some coverage. His top, however, was a simple loose crop jersey paired with a black tank top underneath. They hadn't put him in a fully cropped top, but the jersey was short enough that if Changbin raised his arms, the fabric would lift, revealing a glimpse of his toned and covered stomach.
It wasn't like the members hadn’t seen him in similar outfits before—Changbin often wore such attire. But this time, the stylists had made a small change, swapping his usual t-shirt underneath for a more form-fitting tank top. The tank top hugged his curves, especially his small waist, perfectly accentuating his figure in a way that was hard to ignore.
Yeoran, ever observant, noticed the subtle way their eyes never left Changbin as he joked and teased the makeup noonas. Every time his jersey shifted with his movements, and a hint of skin or the tank top was revealed, their breaths seemed to hitch collectively. She smirked, watching the quiet tension unfold, a glint of mischief flickering in her eyes.
Ding. Ding. Another weak point detected, she thought, her smirk deepening. She made a quick note on her tablet, circling it multiple times for emphasis.
"Perfect," she muttered to herself, already scheming how to play into this newfound weak spot.