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Freak Show Talk | 3racha, lmh
𝙭𝙭𝙫𝙞𝙞𝙞. 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚
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「Contents List」 「Act 1」 「© Dec 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」
Changbin’s pin leads you downtown, to a storied building by dusk.
It’s stuffed in amongst a street of others just like it, vibrant signs for cram schools and cafés and offices for let splashing colour on the dull concrete. You text Changbin as to your arrival, and several minutes later, he emerges from the main entrance, a snapback pulled low over his eyes. His smile is irreverent; on approach he looks as though to embrace you, yet thinks twice on account of the publicity.
“It’s good to see you,” he says, hands tucked in his pockets. “Come in?”
Your heart races. “Sure.”
He leads the way inside and up several flights of stairs, the view of broad shoulders and slim middle and peachy ass so prime you feel like you should be paying for it. Fuck, he’s so edible.
At the third floor, he takes you through a heavy metal door. With no expectations, the studio setup you walk into a pleasant surprise; it’s small but well presented. Soundproof foam lines the walls, glossy hardwood floors are chic. Sound mixing equipment is arranged around a recording booth, a standing microphone with a pop filter takes centre stage. A leather corner sofa is draped with a black hoodie—Changbin’s, you assume—and the man watches as you take it all in.
“Wow.”
You wonder if 3racha record here. Maybe there’ll be traces of them somewhere—
“This isn’t where we record, just so you know,” Changbin says.
Oh.
He laughs softly. “Nah, we go to the label for that. This place is mine. Like, my personal studio.”
“You own it?”
“It was a rental at first, but when we made it big I took it off the owner’s hands. Pretty cool, right?”
“It’s awesome, Bin.”
Your gazes meet across the small space; a blush colours his cheeks. Your mouth waters with urge to bite them.
“You want to sit?” he asks, gestures to the small sofa.
You nod and do so, the leather cool on your skin. Changbin takes the desk chair and wheels his way over, adequate space maintained, much to your disdain. Silence settles, as does the awkward, and that’s valid, you suppose. You’ve not seen each other since Hoe Records, and that was; well. He came on your back. So—
“You look good.”
You scoff a laugh. You were doing chores before you left the apartment, and did so in a rush. God knows how sweaty and unkempt you appear. “Liar.”
“Hey. I don’t lie. You always look good.”
“Always?”
He grins. “I mean; maybe I'm a little gutted you didn’t turn up in uniform this time.”
Just like that, it all comes back. The little black box creaks open and it’s a sensory tide of his hands on you. His mouth on you. Ghosts of memories that shorten your breath and prick at your skin.
“I’m sorry for going quiet,” he says. “Especially after...”
“You don’t need to apologise.”
“No, it’s not cool. I don’t want you to think I'm like that. I wanted to see you again. Wanted to see you every day, actually. I just... couldn’t.”
You wait for the elaboration. His leg bounces uncharacteristically.
“Things got heated with Chan.” He bites his lip. “I had to let it cool off.”
I know.
“I told him about us.”.
I know.
“He got pretty upset.”
“I’m sorry.”
Changbin shrugs. “Don’t be. I’m not. We did nothing wrong.”
Oh?
“So... Chan really gave you explicit permission to have sex with other people?” you ask.
He frowns. “Of course.”
Not to discredit him, but you want to ask if he’s sure, if Chan truly understood what he agreed to, if anything could have been misconstrued.
“You think I’d have fucked you behind my boyfriends’ back?” he asks incredulously.
“What? No, I just—”
“That’s cheating. You think I cheated?”
“I just don’t understand how Chan could be so upset about something he agreed to. I mean; he would have known it was coming. He would have been prepared. At least in part. I’ve been thinking about it, and the way he’s acting, it’s like… Did he feel ambushed by it all? Did he say yes to you but mean no? I don’t get it.”
Changbin’s gaze falls, his jaw ticks.
“It just doesn’t make any sense,” you add with a sigh.
“It’s you.”
“What?”
He leans forward, elbows on knees. He speaks softly, but his words lance your chest one by one, each drawing blood. Each fucking painful.
“It’s not that he doesn’t want to us to have sex with other people. It’s that he doesn’t want us to have sex with you.”
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