changbinnieverse
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It started a little over three months ago: in the blurry, champagne-fueled aftermath of the company’s minor production. The wrap-up party had been loud and chaotic, like most of their night outs are, and it might have been Jeongin that made the first move, or it might have been Chan, they don’t really care to filter through their drunkenness when the end results are the same.
They had a one-night stand, and instead of being awkward the next day, they decided to try it out. Then, they started dating for real, and Jeongin couldn’t be happier to be Chan’s boyfriend.
Their original plan was to wait until they were sure their relationship was solid and would last before telling the others, since they didn’t want to mess up the company’s dynamics for something that would end up as a fling.
Besides, Jeongin was still having fun sneaking around.
chan and jeongin are professional ballet dancers, but they don't let that get in the way of their relationship
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i have nothing else to give you (so i'm giving you my heart) by changbinnieverse
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
17 May 2026
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The door opened soon enough, and Hyunjin stood there in loose sleep clothes, short hair in uneven puffs that told Seungmin he’s done with his nighttime routine but was too lazy to comb his hair just to sleep.
The moment Hyunjin saw him, his lower lip pushed forward into a dramatic pout.
He didn’t even try to pretend like he didn’t know why Seungmin was here.
Seungmin narrowed his eyes at the taller, speaking flatly, “Give it back.”
Hyunjin pouted deeper and leaned against the doorframe like it would stop Seungmin from entering his room. “Not even a ‘hi’ or ‘hello’ from you, my singer?”
“Hwang Hyunjin.”
Hyunjin’s frown gains a touch of authenticity.
“Hyunjinnie.” Seungmin corrected as the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
the trials and tribulations of hwang hyunjin wanting a daengmo from kim seungmin
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It should be simple: a professional decision, a special moment for their fans, an unexpected anniversary surprise. That’s all this should be.
But Jisung feels the old fault lines in his chest shift and move along with his breathing, cracks he thought have long-since been settled threatening to make themselves known again.
“Jisung?” Changbin’s voice cuts gently through the haze building in Jisung’s head. His tone is careful, but probing, as if the turmoil isn’t internal but on display for everyone in the room to see.
“I’m fine.” Jisung manages, but he tugs on the collar of his shirt to make room to breathe.
He didn’t think this far ahead.
He didn’t think Minho would agree.
But he did.
Now, they have to see each other again.
They’ll have to sing the song that 15-year-old Jisung wrote after he met Minho for the first time because he was smitten and blinded by teenage infatuation and had nowhere to put feelings too big for him to understand by himself.
♡
After years of not seeing each other without the barrier of a screen, Jisung and Minho take the risk of sharing a stage again.
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As Hyunjin captures the tower into paper, Changbin observes it. His gaze traces the thick curls of ivy climbing up its walls, the cracks in the stone, visible even from a distance. It’s tall enough that the window at the top has sunlight spilling inside of it—
At first, he thinks it’s the vines of wildflowers stirring the vines. But then his eyes adjust to the shape it takes.
Human.
Changbin speaks without moving his eyes away from the figure. “Prince Hyunjin.”
“I’m almost done.” Hyunjin hums without looking up.
“There’s someone up there.” he breathes out.
That makes Hyunjin pause and look at him, his pencil pinched between his fingers. “What?”
The story in which Prince Hyunjin and Sir Changbin stumble upon Felix, a boy made out of spun gold.
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Then he takes out the other document he requested, which, if he were being honest, he totally forgot about.
The certificate is printed on card paper, not the thin, almost flimsy paper that his birth certificate and their parents’ marriage certificate are normally printed on. There’s that standard seemingly random pattern printed on the sheet, faint specks of yellow that look decorative, but Jeongin knows it’s a layer of proof that the certificate is legitimate.
Automatically, his eyes skim over the printed letters, his still-sleepy brain half-engaged.
Name: Yang Jeongin
Date of birth: February 8, 2001
His eyes move down the page, mentally ticking off every correct detail—
“Huh?”
For a moment, the words refuse to organize themselves into meaning, even as it’s the only thing occupying the lower two-thirds of the page.
Spouse: Bang Christopher Chan
Date of Marriage Registration—
Two years ago. Almost three.
His blood runs cold.
He reads it again.
Really, it's ridiculous. How could Jeongin and Chan have been married this entire time?