“Your hatred sustains me.”

Yugyeom at Jinyoung, probably

Bambam, pondering to himself: Is Moscow its own country? Or is it in India?

Mark: You didn’t — you did NOT just ask that.

Bambam:What?

Jinyoung, yelling from the kitchen: RUSSIA. IT’S IN RUSSIA, BAMBAM.

Pairing: Jinyoung x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Word Count:235

Summary: The first ‘I love you’ should be special…right?

Warnings:None

“I love you.” Those three simple words have shaken Jinyoung to his core. Sure, he loves you and knows you love him, but Jinyoung is a man of tradition. The first ‘I love you’ should be a special moment, romantic and sweet. Not in the middle of doing laundry.

“You…don’t have to say it back.” Your quiet voice brings Jinyoung out of his thoughts. “I just wanted to tell you tha–”

Jinyoung cuts you off, pressing his lips to yours feverishly. “I love you too.” His words are rushed, but his voice carries them thick with emotion, and you smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him once more.

Just as he leans in for a third kiss, however you pause. “I’m sorry I messed up your ‘First-I-Love-U-Dinner plan,” you muse.

His grip tightens on your waist. “How did you find out?” He’s almost dreading the answer.

You shrug. “Jackson told me.” Jinyoung’s eyes narrow and you make a point to text Jackson later to warn him.

Sometime later, somewhere on the other side of Seoul, Jackson checks his phone halfway through dinner with Jaebeom. He audibly gulps. “Hyung…” Jaebeom looks up from his kimchi hot pot slowly. “…hyung, I think I’m going to die tonight. Jinyoungie’s going to kill me.”

Jaebeom rolls his eyes and returns to his food. Jackson’s just being over dramatic as usual.

Right? (Wrong.)