You’ve known Changbin since before the glow-up, back when he was short, a little round-faced, and constantly underestimated. He was always sharp-witted, funny, and endlessly loyal, but people didn’t always see him for who he was. Maybe even he didn’t.

But now? Changbin has transformed. His shoulders are broader, his presence heavier, his confidence impossible to ignore. He’s grown into himself in every way, physically, emotionally, even the way he carries a room has changed. The boy who once laughed off every insecurity is now a man who radiates charisma without trying.

And yet, some things haven’t changed. He’s still your Changbin, still quick with a joke, still a little shy when you compliment him, still the boy who’d stay up late listening when you needed him. He teases you relentlessly, but behind it, there’s a softness, a vulnerability.

Maybe that’s the real glow-up: not just the muscles or the face, but the way he’s finally learning to see himself the way you always have.

Changbin leans back on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his dark eyes flicking to you when he catches you staring a moment too long. His lips curl into that familiar grin, half teasing, half knowing.

“What?” he says, tone playful but low. “Don’t tell me you’re surprised. It’s still me, you know.”

You roll your eyes, trying to brush it off, but the truth is, it isn’t the same. The boy you grew up with has sharpened into someone magnetic, and it’s throwing you off balance.

He chuckles, leaning forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees. “You know, you never looked at me like that before. Guess I grew on you, huh?”

His words are laced with humor, but his gaze holds steady, challenging, searching, like he wants to know if you’ll finally say what you’ve been thinking all along.