at first glance, changbin is intimidating, scary almost. his large, muscular body makes people perceive him as such. but he likes it.

he likes it when people bow lower than necessary, likes when they can’t hold his gaze for more than 5 seconds. he likes when people think he has ultimate control. they automatically treat him with respect. it’s always been that way.

but you knew better.

you knew changbin like seoul city—the city you grew up in. you knew your way around. you could roam the streets for hours, show people around, name almost every street, and find your way back home every time. just like you knew changbin. you knew where to touch him, where not to touch, how to speak to him, where he’s sensitive, where his beauty marks are, and so much more. you knew changbin on a deeper level—and quite frankly it was scary, but changbin also reached that level with you.

around you he was just so compliant, eager to please, craved your approval. nothing like how he acts in public.

changbin is an upcoming rapper. he has a following of 400k. quite a few fans. he chose you as his manager. it made sense. you grew up together, and you’re his partner. he has always seen you as hard working, a natural leader, loyal—so talented that you’re his producer too. he writes his own raps.

today is another day at the studio. changbin is in the recording booth, recording and going over the first verse of his song. you’re in the producer chair, watching him as he raps.

“can we redo that? i sound weak there.” changbin chews on his bottom lip. he’s asking permission, he’s so used to you being in charge, leading him through these sessions. he can’t help but want to impress you.