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I hate to admit

(bsn ending #3)

changbin x reader!! changbin x fem.reader!! word count: 2.5k

bsn alternative ending #3 wherein; changbin who can't believe that he falls in love with you, and do the dumbest thing he thought he would never do.

an: i love this.

an: i have alot of upcoming exam so maybe i would post some parts at the same time.

part 1! part 2!

At first, Changbin just wanted to tease you. It was like a game to him, a way to pass the time and keep things light. You had this way of reacting that was just too entertaining—your exaggerated eye rolls, the way you'd huff in mock annoyance, and then the inevitable laugh that would bubble up despite yourself. Changbin thrived on that; it made him feel like he had the upper hand, that he could easily get under your skin in the most harmless way.

It started innocently enough. You were just friends, and that’s all it was supposed to be. He loved the banter, the ease with which you two could go back and forth, trading playful insults and teasing each other about the smallest things. He loved how you’d get flustered when he pushed your buttons, and how you’d always try to get him back but never quite succeeded. It was fun, nothing more.

Or at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

But then, things started to change, even if he didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t just about the teasing anymore. He started noticing little things about you—how your smile could light up a room, how you’d chew on your lip when you were thinking, how your laughter was the one sound he always wanted to hear, no matter how bad his day was going. He found himself looking forward to seeing you, to hearing what you’d say next, to feeling the warmth of your presence.

It didn’t hit him all at once. It was gradual, like a slow burn that he didn’t even realize was happening until it was too late. He started to notice how his heart would skip a beat when you were around, how he’d feel a strange sense of protectiveness whenever someone else got too close to you. He hated it. It didn’t make sense. You weren’t his type—at least, that’s what he kept telling himself. You were just his friend, nothing more. But no matter how much he tried to push those feelings away, they kept coming back, stronger and more persistent each time.

He told himself it was just a phase, that he’d get over it. But then there was that day, the day you cried in his arms. It was unexpected, and it shook him to his core. You weren’t the type to cry easily; you were strong, independent, always ready with a comeback. But seeing you like that, so vulnerable and in need of comfort, it did something to him. He held you close, whispering soothing words, and in that moment, he realized just how much he cared about you. Not just as a friend, but as something more.

That’s when it hit him—he wasn’t just having fun anymore. This was serious. He had feelings for you, feelings he had been trying to deny for so long. And he hated it. He hated how you were starting to become beautiful in his eyes, how you were becoming more important to him than anyone else. The girls he used to date, the ones he thought were perfect, suddenly seemed so superficial in comparison. You were different. You were real, and that scared him more than anything.

But there was no denying it now. The more time he spent with you, the deeper he fell. And that terrified him.

“I think I like her,” he finally admitted to Hyunjin one day, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared at the ground, unable to meet his friend’s eyes.

Hyunjin paused, blinking at Changbin like he'd just grown a second head. It was the first time Hyunjin had ever seen him look so vulnerable. Changbin, the tough guy who always had a snarky comeback, was bowing his head, almost as if he was ashamed.

Hyunjin snorted, trying to stifle his laughter. "Why do you look like you just admitted to committing a crime?" he teased, twirling a pen in his hand as he eyed Changbin with amusement.

"You don't understand," Changbin grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "She’s seen me with all those other girls. She probably thinks I'm a jerk."

"Well… you kind of are," Hyunjin said with a smirk, earning a glare from Changbin. "And besides, she’s your friend. Doesn’t that make it even more complicated?"

Changbin sighed, leaning back against the couch. "She deserves someone better. Someone who doesn’t have a track record like mine."

Hyunjin nodded thoughtfully before breaking into a mischievous grin. "You know who that is, right?"

Changbin frowned, not catching on to the joke. "Who?"

"Me," Hyunjin said with a cocky smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Changbin’s eyes widened in shock, and without thinking, he gave Hyunjin a playful shove. "Don’t tell me…"

Hyunjin just laughed, the kind of laugh that echoed with a challenge. "What? Scared of a little competition?"

Changbin rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. And just like that, the two of them were in a playful competition—both too stubborn to confess, both too proud to back down.

Changbin had never been one to second-guess himself, especially when it came to girls. But this time was different. For days, he had wrestled with the idea of confessing to you, feeling torn between his usual confident self and the unfamiliar vulnerability that came with liking someone genuinely.

It was a feeling that gnawed at him, a mix of excitement and fear that kept him up at night. He’d planned it out in his head a thousand times—how he’d approach you, what he’d say, and how he’d try to keep his cool. But every time he thought about it, his heart would race, and his words would get jumbled up in his mind.

Finally, one day, Changbin decided he couldn’t wait any longer. It was now or never. He’d confess to you, and he’d do it in a way that was both personal and meaningful—something that showed how much you meant to him.

But when the moment came, Changbin found himself sitting at his desk, staring down at a small blue sticky note. His heart pounded as he held the pen in his hand, trying to figure out the right words. He couldn’t believe he was doing this—writing a confession on a sticky note like some lovesick kid. It felt so unlike him, yet at the same time, it felt like the only way he could express what he was feeling.

“Love really does change you,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. “It makes you a fool.”

The playboy who used to flirt with girls without a second thought was now reduced to sneaking around, trying to leave a secret note in your binder. It was almost laughable, but Changbin couldn’t deny the fluttering in his chest as he wrote down his confession.

He stared at the words for a long moment, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and anxiety. This was it—his feelings laid bare on a tiny piece of paper. He quickly folded the note and looked around the classroom, making sure no one was watching.

When you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, Changbin seized the opportunity. His heart raced as he sneaked over to your desk, his hands shaking slightly as he slipped the note into your binder. He quickly pulled back, almost as if the binder had burned him.

“It’s done,” he thought, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, though the nervousness still lingered in the pit of his stomach.

But just as he was about to head back to his seat, Seungmin walked in, his sharp eyes immediately noticing Changbin’s unusual behavior.

“What was that?” Seungmin asked, raising an eyebrow.

Changbin shot him a nonchalant look, trying to play it cool. “Mind your own business, puppy,” he replied with a smirk, using the nickname that always seemed to get under Seungmin’s skin.

But Seungmin wasn’t so easily fooled. He had known Changbin long enough to recognize when something was up, and the way Changbin was acting only made him more curious. His eyes narrowed as he watched Changbin walk back to his desk, the usually confident boy now looking slightly rattled.

Seungmin frowned, glancing towards your desk. Something about the whole situation didn’t sit right with him, and despite Changbin’s dismissive attitude, Seungmin couldn’t help but feel like there was more to this than met the eye.

Once Changbin’s back was turned, Seungmin casually strolled over to your desk, his curiosity getting the better of him. He knew he shouldn’t pry, but something was urging him to take a look. Slowly, he reached out and opened your binder, his heart pounding as he found the blue sticky note tucked inside.

As he unfolded it, Seungmin’s eyes widened in surprise. There, in Changbin’s unmistakable handwriting, was the confession. The words were simple but sincere, and Seungmin felt a strange mix of emotions swirling inside him. He knew Changbin cared about you, but seeing it written out like this made it all too real.

He took a deep breath, trying to process what he had just discovered. Changbin, the notorious playboy, was confessing to you. Seungmin couldn’t believe it, and yet, at the same time, it made perfect sense.

But as he was about to close the binder, something else caught his eye. There, in the back of your notebook, was a small drawing—a sketch of Changbin, with a heart drawn beside it. Seungmin’s heart sank as he stared at the drawing, the reality of the situation hitting him like a ton of bricks.

“They’re so childish,” he muttered under his breath, trying to brush off the pain he felt creeping into his chest. But no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, the truth was there, staring him in the face. He liked you too, and seeing this only made it harder to deny.

Seungmin quickly closed the binder, hiding the note and the drawing from sight. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He didn’t want to acknowledge the pang of jealousy that gnawed at him, or the fact that he might be losing you to Changbin.

As he walked back to his seat, Seungmin forced a smile, trying to act like nothing was wrong. But deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to change, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it.

--

"Here is the toothpaste-flavored ice cream I promised you," Changbin said, shoving it into your hands with a playful grin.

You glared at him, giving him the most deadly look ever. "Why do you like this stuff? It’s like eating bubbles while you’re brushing your teeth," he teased, his face twisted in mock disgust, though you could see the laughter in his eyes.

Ignoring his teasing, you took a bite, savoring the cool minty flavor. "Why do you care? You even like pizzas with pineapples on top! Pineapples are pineapples!" you retorted, raising an eyebrow at him.

Changbin burst out laughing, "Pineapple on pizza is the best!"

"No, it’s not," you shot back, rolling your eyes.

"And mint chocolate chip ice cream is never," he countered, sticking his tongue out in disgust.

You pouted, shielding your ice cream protectively as if it had feelings. "Don’t talk like that right in front of my ice cream."

He chuckled, leaning back on his hands, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he continued to tease you. The two of you were sitting on a bench, overlooking the vast field at your school. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over everything.

"There are indeed things that shouldn’t be put together," he said, his tone more serious now, "but others love it."

You nodded silently, sensing the shift in his mood.

"Everyone thought it was wrong, but for some, it was perfect," he continued, his voice softer, almost reflective.

You listened quietly, understanding what he was trying to say. "No matter what other people say, you don’t want to care. Because their opinions don’t matter," you added, your voice filled with quiet determination.

Changbin looked at you, and you looked back at him. A small smile tugged at his lips, and you couldn’t help but smile back. In that moment, everything felt simple and clear.

He hated to admit it, but he was really in love with you, deeper than he had ever expected.

-

When his birthday came around, you carefully packed the watch you had bought for him. It was special, not because it was expensive, but because it held a little secret—something only you knew about. Inside the box, you slipped in a small drawing you had made, along with a letter.

You arrived at the party, trying to feel happy, but the tension in the air made it hard. There were too many emotions swirling inside you—happiness, confusion, and a nagging sense of guilt. You didn’t know what to feel.

Before you could walk out, you handed Changbin his birthday gift, your heart pounding in your chest. He had planned to confess to you on his special day, but now, seeing the look in your eyes, he wasn’t sure what to do. So, he decided to give you some space.

After the party, when everyone had gone home, Changbin sat down and opened your gift. Inside, he found a watch. He already had many watches, but this one immediately became his favorite.

He thought that was all you had given him, but then he noticed a small piece of paper tucked inside the box. Curious, he unfolded it and found a drawing of himself, accompanied by a letter.

As he read the letter, his heart began to race.

"I wish you a happy birthday. I hope you have the best day…" the letter began.

Changbin suddenly sprang from his seat, grabbing his keys and jacket in a rush. He had to see you, and he had to see you now.

He hurried to his car.

"I hate to admit but this is a very lame way to confess…"

His eyes welled up with tears as he sped down the road, the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill over.

"…I like you… but I know you also see me as a friend."

You stood by the window of your apartment, feeling the cool evening breeze on your face. Your heart was heavy with all the emotions you had been holding back.

"and… I know you were the one who put the note,"

Just as you were about to turn away from the window, a knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. Your heart skipped a beat, and you knew who it was before you even opened the door.

It was Changbin.

You both hated to admit it, but you were both childish, caught up in your own fears and insecurities. But now, standing there in the doorway, all that mattered was the truth that had finally come to light.

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em: i love this changbin. i cri. why no one chooses him btw TT

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