Happy Birthday Changbin - Tumblr Posts
countdown to binnie’s bday
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happy birthday binnie! thank you so much for being such a bright life in all of our lives. thank you for your passion, love, and hard work. you are loved and adored by so many. i wish you an amazing day filled with love, joy, and all the things that bring a smile to your face. your talent and dedication to music inspire so many, and we're grateful to have you as part of stray kids. may this year be filled with even greater successes and memorable moments.
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[2:27 PM]
“baby...” he whispers, eyes wide in awe and mouth open in a small ‘o’. he turns to face you and you see the shine of tears in his pretty eyes.
“happy birthday, binnie. I love you so much and I’d have given you the entire world today if I could’ve, but that wasn’t an option so I hope this will suffice.” you joke, lacing your fingers with his and tilting your head with a big smile.
the room is dim, the only light coming from the array of scented candles you set out earlier. on the table in front of you sits your present for your dear boyfriend:
a scrapbook filled with photos from your years together - before you started dating as well as after - each with a small handwritten message describing what you treasure about each memory; what you treasure about him. decorated with real dried flowers and gold leaf, the whole thing radiates some type of soft vintage glow. as he flicks through the pages and reads the notes, his hold on your hand grows tighter until eventually he pulls you into a big hug.
“this is so...you- how long did it take? there’s years worth of photos in here.” he asks, words muffled by your hair.
“I don’t actually know, ‘cause it felt like I got drawn into each memory as I went through them all. I feel like I’ve always had you by my side...you’re so warm, you know?”
you hear him sniffle but a soft laugh escapes him anyway and he moves back to look at you. he scoffs, shaking his head.
“is that all I am to you? a sentient heat pack? a glorified hot water bottle, even on my birthday?” he clutches his chest dramatically with one hand and sighs. “and all this time I thought you loved me for who I was inside.”
you both break out into laughter, but you hug him again and whisper your next words against his neck.
“I didn’t mean physically warm. I just meant everything - your smile, your laugh, even the way you cry so easily-” he whines, smacking your arm, and you giggle. “everything about you radiates warmth and light. even if you do dress like emo me in high school.”
he doesn’t respond because he can’t find the right words to tell you just how much he adores you, and how all that warmth you find in him is reflected in your own heart.
it’s okay, though. you know exactly how he feels; words can’t accurately describe your love for him either.
all you know is that this moment - warm in his arms on his birthday, memories and happiness dancing around the room in the form of flickering candlelight - is perfect.