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chan and changbin are lounging on the floor of their living room with their legs tangled together. they had originally been situated differently, with changbin on the floor and chan on the couch. chan was playing his hands in his boyfriends hair, twirling the dark black locks around his fingers. eventually, the two both ended up laying on their stomachs, sprawled out over the soft rug in the middle of their living room, scrolling on their phones together.
“i want a sleeve.” chan speaks, not taking his eyes off of his phone screen.
“a sleeve? like- of crackers? the saltines in the kitchen?” changbin questions with a confused tone.
“no, silly,” chan giggles. “a tattoo sleeve.”
chan leans closer to changbin, squishing their arms together to show his boyfriend his phone. chan has his pinterest pulled open and there’s a collage of different tattoos visible. the images range from floral tattoos, wolves, some random quotes, and even blackout sleeves.
“woah, you think you can handle it?” changbin asks. he reaches for chan’s phone, to which chan passes it over with no hesitation. changbin scrolls slowly, looking at the photos that chan has saved for inspiration.
“yeah, why wouldn’t i be able to?”
“well you cried bloody murder over a paper cut last week, so.” changbin murmurs.
“i did not! i just.. teared up a little!” chan shouts, his ears heating up in embarrassment.
“yeah yeah, whatever. i don’t think you can get a sleeve though, it would be unsafe for the both of us.” changbin speaks. he’s suddenly very serious, smirk wiped clean off of his face and eyes piercing into chan’s.
“what? how would it be unsafe?” chan is very confused. if he gets a tattoo, what danger would it pose for changbin? they don’t share skin, so what could the issue be?
“well,” changbin begins. “i wouldn’t be able to.. control myself. from eating you. if you got one tattoo. a sleeve of tattoos would just kill us both.” he finishes. he has to clamp his hand over his mouth to force away his smirk.
“what the hell are you saying, baby? you’d eat me?” chan scoffs, starting to smile himself.
“yeah, man. you know how hard it is to survive without biting a chunk out of you every day? hard, bro.” changbin speaks through his palm, not trusting himself to stay serious if he removes it. chan loses it, leaning his head on changbin’s shoulder as he laughs.
“you’re so stupid!” chan says.
changbin shrugs his shoulder, making chan lift his head and look at him in confusion.
“what was that for- ouch! what the hell was that!” chan gasps. he clutches his arm, feeling it throb in pain.
changbin just bit him. fully bit his bicep with all the force he could muster.
“see! i fucking told you i can’t control myself, channie!” changbin’s giggling now, he gave up on being serious the second he got the idea to bite his boyfriend. looking up, he catches chan’s little pout, and he feels bad.
“i’m sorry, my delicious baby.” he whines, gently rubbing the indent of his own teeth on chan’s arm.
“whatever, that hurt!” chan sulks.
“see, you can’t even handle me biting you but you want a whole sleeve of tattoos?! make it make sense.” changbin argues.
“you’ll be there to hold my hand though, so i’ll be fine.” chan flirts.
“no, you’re going alone. anyways, i feel like that one drawing of the two guys, and one of them is like- he’s chewing and he has full cheeks, and the other guy is just standing there with a chunk of his arm missing.” changbin explains.
“what?” chan looks at his other half like he’s crazy.
“ugh, let me show you!” changbin looks back to chan’s phone and looks up arm bite reaction pic doodle into the pinterest search engine and flips the phone to chan.
“this! this one is me,” he points to the doodled man with the full cheeks, “and this one is you after you get the sleeve!” he finishes, pointing to the doodled man with the chunk missing from his arm.
“you’re actually the dumbest person i’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, bin.” chan deadpans, staring at the photo.
“yeah, but you love me, right? you love me so much it hurts? you’d die without me by your side to hold your hand and kiss your paper cuts better? right, hyung?” changbin asks, putting on his best pout and staring into chan’s eyes.
“of course, i’ll always love you. even if you’re trying to eat me, i guess.”
