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Pink suited Seungmin quite nicely.
The intrusive thought suddenly crossed his mind as the crackling sound of popcorn erupted with every munch he took out of them.
In front of him, a rather expensive television illuminated the otherwise dim room around him. Was it evening, already?
The only entertainment he had found during the day was to watch old videos. Namely, some skz codes, album trailers, music videos, or even old gems like the Kingdom war. Sure, had it been traumatic to have one less member of the group for so long? Of course. That didn't make it any less entertaining on a Friday, all alone.
Hyunjin and Felix were out for the day, with the former inviting the sunshine of the band to some art-related event.
The gallery they'd be visiting was all the way to the outskirts of the city. Which kind of meant those two would be out for a whole day, or more. Which kind of also meant that they wanted a bit of intimacy for themselves.
Seo Changbin wasn't a fool by any means, no matter how much he liked to act as such. His roommate had been more than clear about his intentions with Lix, for over a month now. Not only with Changbin, but also with the rest of the group.
Bangchan had already put a clear restriction against dating another member of the group ever since pre-debut. In fact, it was some sort of unspoken rule in the world of kpop, overall considering that they were all boys.
Seeing as Hyunjin and Felix had been on the leader's radar for a while now, it was no surprise when his roommate had asked Changbin to keep quiet about their little escapade.
He had agreed, of course. Seo Changbin was many things–a dwaekki, a rapper, a member of 3RACHA and one of Bangchan's closest friends, etcetera–but he was not a snitch.
Hyunjin had left the apartment early in the morning, way before Changbin had woken up. The younger had left a note about groceries and how he had left snacks in the pantry. Hyunjin had also drawn a cute picture of dwaekki, thanking him for keeping the secret.
He had neatly glued the note against one of the inner covers of his lyrics notebook. He would later tell Hyunjin that his handwriting was beautiful, but that he had to throw away the note because it got dirty.
But he digressed.
The thing was, he had spent the major part of the day watching those old videos, and some of them had something in common that somehow hit one of Changbin’s nerves.
Kim Seungmin in pink clothes.
It happened quite often, now that Changbin was digging up.
The first time he noticed this that day was while watching the ODDINARY album trailer. The main one, not the shorter version, that had a whole scene of Seungmin taking pictures of Felix and arranging stuff on set while he eyed the protagonist of the trailer. That’s when the feeling had first surged– a sensation that had made him scramble for the control and pausing the video on the TV screen. Something that had left him staring at Kim Seungmin for longer than what should be allowed.
The suit jacket had fit the younger man like a glove. Slick and glittery, in the faintest tone of champagne rose, draping over him.
It did something to his frame– Changbin wouldn’t be able to point what exactly. Perhaps, it made Seungmin’s figure stand out?
Had Changbin picked up on it the day they had all been recording the trailer? It had been so long ago, he couldn’t remember. How could such a thing have slipped his radar at the time?
Why should I be paying so much attention to Seungmin?
Changbin had waved it off immediately, and moved on to the next video.
In a way, he couldn’t stop looking for the tiniest hints of that one color in him
It was everywhere– or maybe Bin was looking far too much into it.
But the fan meetings, the skz codes, interviews, photoshoots… He didn’t even know how he kept finding hints of pink all over Kim Seungmin.
He wasn’t looking far too much into it, right? He wasn’t.
Maybe that was just a color that the younger liked. Yeah, that was probably it.
Changbin munched onto another flake, letting the light taste of butter ground him as the Do it MV played in front of him– the chorus right after the bridge of the song. Pastel confetti, pink clothes, fuchsia background. It surrounded all of them.
And thus, the thought came forward.
Pink suits Seungmin.
He had pointed it out during the photoshoots for that EP concept. Changbin couldn’t remember whether he had done it during the photoshoot recording that day, but the possibility of the comment slipping during the vlog shook something deep within him, so he let himself believe it had only been off-camera.
Changbin hadn’t even said it to Seungmin himself. No, instead, it had been Lee Know who got to hear the comment slipping out of his mouth in a short muster.
His exact words, that, he couldn’t remember. He knew, however, that the color had been involved. The rest of Stray Kids were waiting behind the cameramen, who had then been concentrated on taking all the pictures they deemed necessary for Seungmin’s session.
In the old Lee Know fashion, the man next to him had simply hummed in response. Not an agreement, but neither a complete dismissal. All in all, the older had seemed a little distracted by something on his phone– doomscrolling cat videos, probably. However, before fully replying to Changbin, he had lifted his phone just the slightest bit, to get a good angle. Then, a flash gave away that Lee Know had taken a picture of Han, who was standing a few feet from both of them and giving them his back– and more importantly, his ass.
Ah, this man and his obsession with butt.
Changbin had rolled his eyes at his hyung when Lee Know had finally turned around. The older addressed him with a smirk and a quiet huff, then walked off to Han in that gait of his.
… What was that supposed to mean?
But before he could find out, Changbin and Han had been called to take their duo photoshoot.
Looking back on it now, he should’ve asked. Or maybe not. The answer the older gave him would be relevant or not, but at the end of the day, it didn’t really matter.
As Changbin fished into the bowl and popped a handful of popcorn into his system, the thick buzzing of a silenced phone rang off.
With the MV paused in front of him, and the pink and white lights pooling over the dark living room, Changbin slowly blinked. He stared at the bright lock screen of his phone lighting up as a call went through.
The phone was lying on the couch, a meter or two from where Changbin was sitting over the carpet, incapable of reading the name on the screen.
It didn’t matter. He didn’t really need to read the name to recognize the distinct ringtone.
A month ago or so, Changbin had woken up one day to a ringtone that wasn’t his one. That morning, when he had asked Hyunjin to do a test call to him during breakfast, they both had realized that it only happened when a certain someone ringed his number.
Changbin jumped off from the fluffy carpet to reach out a hand towards his phone. Before the call went off unanswered, he snatched the phone from the couch and put on the speaker as he answered it.
“Hello?” His own voice cut loud through the silence of the lonely apartment.
Changbin, of course, had already seen it coming, but the lack of an answer that followed made him groan nonetheless.
“Seungmin-ah, I swear to god–” Changbin pinched the bridge of his nose as he got up from the floor, suddenly sobered up from the haze of the day. “You need to frickin’ stop calling me for no reason.” He muttered, turning around and taking in his surroundings.
The room had a sweetened scent, likely from the butter he had melted over the popcorn, but for some damn reason it almost made him think of something less lonely, less innocent–
It probably was due to the fact that the whole damn room was a mess, and he knew he’d have to clean it all up himself. Still, Changbin still found himself more annoyed than usual when nothing but silence received him.
He let out a heavy sigh, putting the phone down on the coffee table while he moved around the room to pick up the countless bags of snacks and empty, dirty bowls scattered all over the carpet. As his fingers found something sticky while fishing one of the most recent bowls, he scowled at it and almost dropped it back to the floor.
The call was still on, and the other end still hadn’t uttered a single damn word.
That was Kim Seungmin, for you. Or, well, for Changbin. That brat loved annoying him, and only him. One of the things that dog loved to do quite often was call him at whatever hour of the day–or night–Seungmin found funny. Just for him to stay silent, save for the little munches of food the phone call picked up from time to time from the other end.
At first, it felt heartwarming. Cute, by any means. By the nth time, Changbin wished he could go through the screen of his phone and put Seungmin in a headlock.
It was infuriating, now. Changbin just wanted to get over with the cleaning and wash his sticky hands and pass out in bed until Hwang Hyunjin decided to come back from making out with his boyfriend in some random art gallery…
Thinking about it… wasn’t it late already?
As though reading his mind, the one who had finally seemed to finish chewing on his sandwich–by the texture of the chewing, Changbin had more or less determined Seungmin had decided on pork that night–spoke out.
“Felix-hyung texted me, he said they’re both staying over at a hotel for the weekend.” The soft voice commented, casual and clear.
Changbin finally took his phone back, breathing deep, in and out, to try to blur out the feeling of whatever gooey thing had touched his fingers earlier sticking against the case. He read the hour on the lock screen– 10:47pm.
Yeah, that adds up.
If Hyunjin hadn’t returned from his little trip yet, then he was likely going to be away for longer than expected. Which very much sucked, because Changbin didn’t quite want to be on his own for more than a day.
He just had grown used to being with someone else– whether it was Hyunjin, or any other person. The fact was– Changbin wasn’t good at being on his own.
But Bang Chan and Jeongin liked to spend weekends together to bond.
But Lee Know and Jisung had decided to go to a diner that night.
But Hyunjin and Felix were out on a trip.
And yet again, Seungmin was alone too.
Changbin cursed under his breath, accidentally dragging his sticky fingers through his hair and making him wince at the sensation. Gross.
I am gonna regret this…
“Seung–”
“Changbin-hyung, you can spend the night at my apartment, if you wanna.”
And that felt… weird. Uncanny of him. Kim Seungmin wasn’t one to take the initiative when it came to those things. The younger member was more likely to just bully the shit out of someone to get whatever he wanted, without the need to directly voice it.
Something twisted inside of Changbin’s gut, making him stop in his tracks. He lifted his head once more to take in the room, still waiting for him to get his ass moving and clean it up.
His eyes found the time on the lock screen again. It read 10:50pm.
… Ah, whatever.
A subtle breath escaped him, something he hadn’t realized he had been holding up until then.
Changbin walked down the dark hallway, phone in hand. This time, it was him the one not uttering a word as he entered his bedroom and scurried into cozy clothes.
The other end of the line didn’t seem to mind the silence. A faint sound of a fridge opening and closing filtered through, and Changbin heard a can of something fuzzy pop open.
He packed his things and got ready to leave.
Their apartments weren’t too far away from each other.
When Stray Kids had first decided to part and live in different dorms, Changbin had spent the major part of the first month visiting the others. He always had an excuse– helping Chan and I.N. set their wall closet, assembling Felix’s desk for his computer room, putting up on the wall the acoustic foam panels with Han… At the end of the day, the only true reason he had wanted to leave the dorm was because he felt too lonely with only one other person around.
The rest of the group had called him for just about anything, making sure he had that excuse to leave his dorm and be with the others, too. And it’s not like Changbin didn’t spend time with Hyunjin– he did. A lot. But only with him, and it made Changbin a little bit anxious that he couldn’t be there for all the others, at all times.
As the weeks went by, however, something shifted in the group dynamic. Slowly, Lee Know and Jisung had started excusing themselves from meet-ups during week days. Then, it was Chan who would call Changbin and Han about trying to concentrate at his own dorm to produce music instead of at the studio, with a young voice calling for the leader filtering through. Hyunjin and Felix had started hanging out in the dance rooms for longer than the rest, and would sometimes eat together afterward.
It had been only in some of these that both of their roommates had been invited to join in. That was, at that point, the only time that Changbin ever got to hang out with someone else from the group apart from Hyunjin when they were out of work. And because of course Hyunjin and Felix would get absorbed in each other from time to time during those dinners, another person had taken the spotlight in Changbin’s life.
It’s not like Stray Kids never hung out together– they did, but only on weekends. Even that, already, was a bit rare. Their schedules were a scattered mess, with some of them having to fly off to events or collabs more often than not, and with work always pressing on their heels.
That’s when Seungmin had come in, abrasive and bright, quiet but hitting like a storm. And yet somehow always, always there.
Changbin had never truly spoken out about his problem with loneliness. He had missed his parents ever since he had joined the JYPE trainee program, all those years ago now. The hallways of the company building had always felt too big for him, with far too many people that he just couldn’t really connect with. The other trainees liked him, and he liked them all, too. That didn’t mean that he truly felt for them, not in the way that he did when he got closer to Bang Chan and Han. Not in the way he had bonded with the rest of Stray Kids, ever since they got selected for the survival show.
Hyunjin had understood where Changbin’s trouble with being in a single dorm derived from, and had actually tried to get him to deal with things on his own. He was better, now.
Finally, he felt like no other member of Stray Kids needed to watch over him all day, every day. He could do things on his own, for the most part.
That didn’t mean he liked it one bit.
Which was why Changbin found himself standing right in front of the apartment that Felix and Seungmin shared, a record time of 9 minutes since going into his room to dress up.
His heart was pounding loud in his ears, that were freezing and red in the cold of the hallway, as he waited for someone to answer.
After what felt like an eternity, but must’ve only been a heartbeat, muffled thumps approached the door, perhaps a little too fast, almost like in a hurry. Then, the click of a lock went off and–
Pink looks good on Minnie, indeed.
… May god–namely, Bang Chan–forgive him for having such unholy thoughts about another member of the group. It was 11pm. Changbin was fucking exhausted, so give him a break.
Standing in front of him, Seungmin was in his pajamas. Well– not exactly his. The young man was wearing that one set all Stray Kids had received after doing the Bedtime Bingo Hell SKZ code.
He remembers wearing some light blue pjs himself, striped white. Before the filming for that day had started, Seungmin had run up to him and clipped a star-shaped clip on his hair. The puppy was complaining that, otherwise, he’d just look like an ill child in hospital garments– given his height, too.
The brat might or might have not mentioned the clip making him look cuter as well, but that was neither here nor there.
Seungmin’s set consisted of plaid shirt and pants, with salmon and raspberry shades of pink, and a line or two of some baby blue color crossing. Up close, Changbin noticed how it contrasted perfectly with the dark of his tousled hair, and it made his skin look rosy, soft and plush. Or was it just the fact that Seungmin was sleepy already?
The one who had opened the door was now eyeing him with a raised eyebrow, which snapped Changbin right back to reality, realizing he must’ve been staring for far too long.
As he crossed the threshold into the dorm, all Changbin could think about was just how damn long that night was going to be.
Settling in was easy.
Seungmin had arranged a bunch of thick blankets in the middle of the living room.
In Changbin and Hyunjin’s own apartment, the furniture was placed in a way that there was a long, cushioned couch facing the TV, with two lounge puffs flanking it on each side. In front of it, a hardwood coffee table, that Hyunjin had insisted on buying after they had spent one night drunk-fighting in the living room, and ultimately fallen over the glass one that had come with the apartment.
When Changbin had stepped into Seungmin’s living room, the placement of things had thrown him off-kilter.
Seungmin was known for being quite the obsessive one over organization, pretty much like Bang Chan was, at times. He knew how to have a nice, coordinated schedule, and mastered the arts of having everything in order.
Despite the look of the blanket mess in the middle of the room, everything else felt… easing? Changbin didn’t know how to explain it– Hyunjin and him were messy, although the former knew about style and had transformed the dorm into something pretty in spite of the chaos.
Kim Seungmin’s arrangement of his living room was something of its own– there were two book stands filled to the brim with what Changbin noticed were written plays, cooking books, and various sets of magazines with different topics. On one side of the spacious room–quite bigger than the one they had in their own dorm–a dining table with one, two, three, four, five… Eight chairs.
Why eight? Only Felix and Seungmin live here.
The couch, nestled to one side of the room and somewhat tilted so as to not be facing the TV head on, was small, looking cozy with how thick and soft its cushions seemed. There was an armchair, too, of the same cream color as the sofa, angled opposite to the direction the latter was looking at.
It felt like a little protective circle, something that invited you to stay in and make yourself comfortable. A cave for those who sought warmth.
All in all, settling in was easy.
The younger gestured for him to drop his light bag onto the couch– or at least, that’s what Changbin understood.
Apparently, he hadn’t read Seungmin properly, because the other proceeded to pout at him and reach for the bag himself.
“Can’t you just give it to me before throwing it wherever?” Seungmin tried to sound mad, but Changbin could practically hear his smile as the younger one walked off to put down the bag inside some sort of compartment at the entrance of the dorm.
By the time Seungmin walked back in, Changbin had already thrown himself over the strewn blankets on the floor, doom-scrolling on his phone without a care in the world.
That is, until a sleek hand snatches it from him and throws it to the armchair far off from Changbin.
“Seungmin-ah!” He groaned, too lazy to get up and take his phone back. There wasn’t anything fun, anyway.
Something far more eye-catching was in front of him, now, with Seungmin letting himself drop over his own pile of blankets and bedsheets, hugging a star-shaped pillow to his chest. “I invited you over to be together, not for you to act like a rich pig and neglect me.” A smug grin tore through the younger’s expression.
Changbin argued back without heat, loud. “Aaah, but I wasn’t ignoring you, man!” He threw his arms up in the air in protest. “What do you even want me to do?! We only have freaking covers!”
A giggle escaped him when that very same star pillow hit him with a blow to the arm. Changbin yelled louder between cackles, now scrambling to get a pillow for himself. “Is that why you really invited me over, Kim Seungmin? You just wanna beat up your hyung?”
Immediately, Changbin swung his own pillow at Seungmin after snatching it from behind. The brat jumped back a bit, laughing under his breath as the older lunged for him once again. Then Seungmin hit him again with a thump.
Laughter filled the space, both of them shuffling through the floor and darting around the room to either dodge or attack.
A direct push to someone’s chest, then a thump of someone tripping as their swing flailed, another hit, then another swing, running steps in fluffy socks.
A huff, a grunt, then a half-hearted yell and a little struggle. Someone lost their footing and their weapon. Some more rushing between giggles, and then something star-shaped went flying through the room and hit hard against someone.
With that, everything seemed to come to a halt in half a heartbeat. Changbin, panting with his own pillow–the one he hadn’t thrown–still bunched in his hands, sat on his knees with a wide grin splitting his face. Across the room, with his head still turned to the side opposite to where the pillow had just hit him on the face, stood Kim Seungmin.
Changbin’s throw hadn’t been strong, not by any means, but it had still left a mark of the pattern covering the offending pillow. Now, on Seungmin’s left cheek, making it look almost flushed. Silence stretched in the room, and for a terrifying, short moment, Changbin thought he had just messed up big time.
Then, the tension broke like waters when Seungmin huffed out a low laugh, unbothered, which quickly turned into a full-mouth giggle as he walked back to jump down over the blankets.
Something settled inside Changbin, letting him breathe again, and the man wheezed out under his breath. “That’s what you get for trying to fight me, Seungmin-ah.” He really hoped that the other could recognize the fondness dripping like syrup from his words.
The younger’s face was puffy from where Changbin had hit it, looking pinkish and blushed.
It almost made Changbin reach out and brush his thumb over his friend’s cheek. But perhaps that was just a touch too tender, too vulnerable for any of them.
Instead of replying, Seungmin reached for the controller next to him, and nodded in the direction of the TV. “Do you want to watch some old videos?”
The question made Changbin pause for a second, thinking back to the marathon he’d taken ever since waking up. Going down through memory lane had proven to be quite problematic. At least, it had been for him when he was on his own.
Maybe it wouldn’t be that much, now that he had some company?
“There’s this one that I genuinely wanted to watch again…” Seungmin murmured next to him, seemingly to himself, already far too focused on the LED screen as he typed in the search bar.
It only took a few letters for Changbin to know he should’ve turned down the idea immediately.
As the full title of the video appeared on-screen, the older had to fight hard against groaning in despair.
Because, of course, it had to be that one video.
Perhaps smelling his discomfort like a bloodhound, Seungmin turned to him with a lifted eyebrow. “What? Don’t like this one?” The younger was grinning, but his eyes were squinted at him, chasing for his reaction.
Changbin swallowed hard and shook his head. “Nah, we just look a little like…” He motioned vaguely with his hand. “Weirdos, there,” That was the only excuse he could come up with.
Laying down with the star-shaped pillow covering his torso, Seungmin shrugged with a hum. “Wasn’t that the whole point of the concept?”
Fair.
Without waiting for an answer, the young man took the controller once more and turned the volume up by a few notches. It was loud enough that Changbin could only overhear Seungmin’s low murmur, “It can’t be any worse than the Rock-star album trailer, anyway…” Which did actually make him huff out a chuckle.
The living room had a very dim light, with a warm tone resembling orange, but more like gold. Shedding low light on both of them, it made Seungmin’s figure almost glow next to him as the other looked at the screen.
Changbin should really be paying attention to the video, too, so he turned away.
Bad choice. Terrible, horrible choice.
The sight that first greeted him was that of the Seungmin in the ODDINARY trailer, just as he was presenting a cake to Felix. Almost imperceptibly, Changbin found himself gasping the littlest breath.
If he hadn’t kept his eyes glued to the screen, Changbin would have noticed Seungmin blinking at him for just a second, and then looking back to the video.
Even if Changbin had taken his eyes off of it, he wouldn’t have seen it. The image of the younger somehow stuck in his vision even as the video kept rolling in front of him.
Dim light, pink suit, dark hair, deep eyes, pale skin that glowed so, oh so well.
A casual hum made Changbin’s little spiral subside. “How cute.” Which, in turn, had made his own eyes finally focus back on the video and see what Seungmin was referring to.
It was him on-screen. Changbin himself. In his black robe, looking at Felix almost in a longing, pouty way. With a sign on his hands, hanging from his neck, that read ‘FREE HUG’. He almost groaned in frustration.
Always seeking attention, wasn’t he? No wonder he was the least loved by STAY…
… Wait, what did Seungmin just say?
Changbin sputtered, trying to sound offended if only to hide how flustered he truly felt. “Cute?!” Then, seeing as all he received in turn was a wolfish grin from the other member, Changbin decided to switch tactics and smirked as he cooed. “Does Seungmin-ah find me cute?” He giggled devilishly, trying to make the younger feel as flustered or as annoyed as he was right now.
It didn’t seem to affect the other in the slightest.
No. Instead, all the tallest did was shrug and pause the video with the camera zeroed on him, pouting at Felix with an intensity that unsettled Changbin deep to the bone.
“Well, you’re pouting at Felix-hyung and holding a sign that asks for free hugs.” He pointed out, matter-of-factly– as if it were a fact, and not the strangest opinion known to mankind. “I wouldn’t hesitate to hug you.”
… Where did all that honesty suddenly come from, Kim Seungmin?!
Changbin was sure flies would go in his mouth, chin dropping to the ground.
Because why would Kim Seungmin, of all the members of Stray Kids, say that to him? The younger liked to piss him off. Changbin would dare say that it was the puppy’s favorite hobby!
A pillow smacked straight into his face as Seungmin snorted. “Pigs do tend to look squishy, hyung” The younger added.
Oh. Oh, right.
He was just messing with him. That’s how he always was. Of course, Seungming would hug him just to steal his phone, or to mess with his hair, or to squash his sides and call him piggy, or something like that.
Figuring that he wouldn’t say anything else, Seungmin pressed play again, and they both stayed silent up until the end of the video.
Before the countdown for the autoplay got to zero, Seungmin pressed back and the screen showed the interface of the search bar once more.
Underneath it, the video thumbnail showed Hyunjin whispering something into Felix’s ear.
Changbin’s eyes were glued to it. Seungmin was, too, intently staring at it.
“Felix told me they were going to an art gallery,” Cutting through the thick silence, Seungmin spoke low and careful. “But that isn’t all of it,” From the rear, he could see the younger turning to look straight at him.
Sharp hound.
… Changbin was not a snitch, but he wasn't a liar, either.
Also, sue him for being a weak man against the menace that is Kim Seungmin.
Fidgeting with the hems of his sweatshirt, Changbin shrugged, trying to make less of the situation. He pouted his lips to Seungmin and then smiled. “Well, they like each other a lot, Seungmin-ah,” He swooned a bit, melodramatic. “That ain’t so bad, is it?”
But it was bad, wasn’t it? There was a reason, there was a rule–
It hadn’t been just because of the industry. Seo Changbin knew that. Yet again, Bang Chan would never purposely oppress the feelings of the members– Changbin knew that.
But it was better off if nobody got to hear about what was going on between those two.
The group had to be protected. But if the members didn’t really hurt the overall structure, then it was fine, right? Felix and Hyunjin just had to do their own thing away from the others, and then nobody would know, and then they wouldn’t have to stop talking to each other, stop talking about it–
Seungmin flicked his tongue out, impassive. “Didn’t say it’s bad,” The brunet blinked and turned to the TV, that was now on sleep mode and showing a slideshow of various landscapes. “I just wanted to be let in on it,” Something that Changbin couldn’t quite identify flashed in the earthy brown of his eyes, akin to… sadness?
“Ah, well–” Changbin leaned on the blankets and stared at the ceiling, forcing himself to sound lighthearted. “If it’s not bad, you won’t tell Channie-hyung, right?”
Seungmin snorted, and shook his head as though incredulous. “Nah, I won’t.”
And that was that.
The light of the TV flickered off, and Changbin watched as Seungmin walked to do the same with the ceiling light.
The taller tripped on his way, then. The world stopped for a second, with neither of them opening their mouths to speak on it.
When he looked down at the younger’s feet, Changbin realized that the set of pajama he was wearing was a little too long for his legs. The tiniest bit so, but enough for it to be dragging over the floor and making Seungmin’s feet drown inside.
Breaking the stop, Seungmin recovered himself and switched the light off.
Didn’t Changbin have a onesie of dwaekki at home? The pajama was small on him, although long for his height, but it had been handmade by a fan, and Changbin had kept it dearly all that time.
His pink would look nice on Seungmin.
With that thought, Changbin let himself drift off to the land of the dreaming.