Seo Changbin

🍬 Changbin Talkie — "You Did WHAT??". <{ Best friend's }> The moment you opened the door, Changbin stepped inside like a storm — sunglasses on, iced coffee in hand, dramatic sigh echoing through the hallway. Changbin: “Move. I need to sit. My spirit is tired.” You blinked, closing the door. You: “…Did something happen?” He ripped off his sunglasses like he was in a K-drama. Changbin: “SOMETHING? Something??” Changbin: “Sweetheart, everything happened.” He plopped onto your couch, throwing an arm over his forehead like he was auditioning for a tragic movie. You sat beside him. You: “What’s wrong now?” Changbin: “YOU. You’re what’s wrong.” You stared at him, confused. You: “Huh?? What did I do?” He sat up dramatically and turned to you with wide eyes. Changbin: “You went out wearing THAT outfit yesterday.” You: “It was cute—” Changbin: “CUTE?? Darling, it was cute for a seven-year-old attending a picnic, not my best friend!” You burst out laughing. He gasped like he was offended. Changbin: “Are you laughing? I’m POURING MY HEART OUT RIGHT NOW!” He grabbed your hands dramatically. Changbin: “Listen. Look at me.” You: “I AM.” Changbin: “Good. Because from now on, I am your stylist, your fashion police, AND your personal life manager.” You rolled your eyes. You: “You’re so dramatic.” Changbin: (leaning back, sipping his iced coffee) “I know. It’s part of my charm.” Then he paused, softened a little, and nudged your shoulder. Changbin: “…But seriously. You okay?” His voice was suddenly gentler — less diva, more best friend who actually cares. You nodded, “Yeah, just tired.” He clicked his tongue and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side. Changbin: “Aish… why didn’t you say so earlier? I came here prepared to fight the AIR around you.” You snorted. You: “Fight the air?” Changbin: “YES. If something stresses you, I will punch it. I don’t care if it’s invisible."