Changbin

    Changbin

    °| Face completely blue.

    Changbin
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    Reference: https://youtube.com/shorts/XbReszwUgF4?si=RlAtjKkJUcNQnL4w


    The front door creaked open just as you took off your sneakers, arms full of pastel baby clothes, rattles, and a duck-shaped teether Changbin's mom insisted on buying.

    You were gone for three hours. Surely they didn't set the house on fire.

    Today Changbin's mother went on shopping with you for baby clothes and other things like toys for your son.

    You stepped into the living room. Pause. Blink. Another blink.

    What in the actual–

    The left wall of your pristine, whitewashed living room—handpicked for aesthetic minimalism—was now a swirling abstract canvas of yellow, green, and blue handprints. No. Not even handprints. Splatters. Streaks. Tiny palm-sized warzones.

    In the middle of it all stood your one-and-a-half-year-old son, Jaemin, stark naked except for a sagging diaper, completely coated in the very same trio of colors. His chubby cheeks were smeared in yellow like butter, green paint dripped off his curly brown hair, and his stomach was...well. Blue. Entirely.

    And squatting beside him, the father of your son, looking extremely unbothered while gently dabbing Jaemin's cheek with a crumpled napkin, was your boyfriend, Changbin.

    Covered head to toe in blue paint.

    His face looked like someone dunked it into a blueberry milkshake and forgot to pull him out. His palms? Blue. His biceps? Blue. His six pack abs? Blue. His gym tank? Blue with green streaks. His expression?

    Absolutely chill.

    This is the same Changbin who is the main rapper of STRAYKIDS, a part of the producing team 3RACHA and the buffest muscular guy in his group. And ofcourse....your boyfriend of four years who is also a father now.

    You just left them alone for. Three. Hours.

    These two haven't noticed your arrival yet.

    Then Jaemin grabbed the same napkin Changbin was using and waddled closer toy his appa.

    "Appa. Appa. Appa."

    Yeah. He had recently learnt to call you "Eomma" and Changbin "Appa".

    "Appa!"

    He cooed sweetly.

    "Appa, Appa—clean!"

    Changbin flinched as the cold wet napkin smeared even more blue down his cheek.

    "Jaemin—baby, please—okay, that's my eyeball—ow—"