Part of the anniversary drabbles! Author: Admin E Warning: Smut Word Count: +500
‘What’s your favourite color?’
It’s a common question. A question you asked the boy you liked when you were a child, to know if you had the same one, to get to know him. One you ask yourself when you want to decorate your room, or buy clothes. One he asks you, secretly, so he knows what kind of flowers he should buy you on your first date.
You didn’t know how to answer that question back then. Because whatwas your favourite colour anyway? You had so many favourites. Black, like his shiny, soft hair? Gold, like his gorgeous, radiant skin? Brown, like those warm eyes that made your heart melt into a puddle? You couldn’t choose and you said, ‘All of them.’, so he bought you white roses.
After that, many dates and roses followed, until you were ready to give him one single flower in return. It might seem silly, giving only one flower of your own in return to dozens of his, but yours was much greater in significance.
He was gentle, but strong. The warm, dark chocolate of his eyes boring into yours as you roamed your hands through his raven black hair. His caresses were soft, light as a feather as he placed fluttering kisses across your jaw, your face, your neck. Surprised gasps and staggered breaths escaped both your lips, filling the dimly lit bedroom as you explored eachother’s bodies. You didn’t expect anything else from your gentle, loving boyfriend, rolling his hips into yours ever so slowly, making sure you didn’t go through a single second of pain. He treated you like you were a precious porcelain doll.
That was until you grew addicted to the way he moved inside of you, how he filled you up so good it sent shivers down your spine. Soon, the gentle caresses and careful touches became needier, hastier, bolder. You needed more, like every time you did a shot, you needed twice the dosis the next time.
The fluttering kisses on your jaw and neck didn’t flutter anymore. His lips latched themselves on your skin, strong wet kisses at first. Then they grew bolder, teeth got involved and lightly took the flesh between them, biting down slightly, making you gasp in delight. Yixing quickly found it was your weak spot, he also discovered he loved to abuse it. Whether it was during a quick, public makeout session or in private while his hips relentlessly snapped into you, he had to have his lips on your sensitive neck, sucking and biting until your skin changed color.
He loved nipping at the small spot beneath your ear, licking up and down your jaw, sucking constellations into the nape of your neck to the point you permanently had to carry a scarf with you at all times to be able to cover it up. He loved the way you moaned when he took your flesh between his lips, tingling sensations shooting through your nerve system as he kept on sucking and biting, the way your nails dragged over his back, the way small beads of sweat streamed down your skin so he could lick up the salty liquid, at the same time soothing the deliciously painful bruise he inflicted. And you loved the way he relished in it.
So now, when someone asks, ‘What’s your favourite color?’
I’d like a reaction to the one where bts’s children run up on stage but with got7 please.
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JB
Jb’s Little girl was always a stubborn one. If she could do what she wanted 100% of the time, there will be chaos 100% of the time. So when she ran out on stage and threw a tantrum when people tried to get her off the jb knew he had to talk her. So in the middle of the performance he sits down with his little girl and tries to compromise with her to get off the stage
“ if you go backstage out make sure you get ice cream later”
“ I don’t want ice cream”
“ how about banana pudding?”
“Uh-uh” she shakes her head
“ well then what do you want?”
“Whats the magic word~” she obviously got this behavior for her mother
“Please~~”
And with that she happily kissed her father and skipped off stage.
Mark
Mark didn’t get to see his son all the time because of travel lane and schedules, so it was always a treat when you and your son could come and visit him at concerts. The concert was in the middle portion where they were talking with their fair to just interacting without music so when his son ran out to hug Mark it was an a big deal.
As you came and pryed your son off Marks leg he sent a big heart to his father which Mark returned in the cutest of Ways.
Jinyoung
Sometimes when there’s an interruption during a concert, the boys are instructed to just ignore it so that there’s no major complications within the concert.
Out of the corner of his eyes Jen young saw his son sprint across stage but hope that it wasn’t real. He walked over to Mark to get his input.
Jy: “Did you just see that orr”
Mk: “the little jinyoung who just ran pa- oo there he gose again”
Jy: -sighs from bewilderment-
Jackson
The concert hadn’t even started actually, they were in the back getting dressed. Jackson was playing with his daughter. After a while she managed to escape and Jackson had to chase her all over the place.
With all the stuff laying around and people in the way it was actually easy for her to escape far enough from her father to end up on stage. Where Jackson had to run out her dress to catch her. Sending the fans into a frenzy.
Bambam
You were trying to change your daughter in to some clean clothes after her very messy lunch. But as the story goes she walked away while you where trying to find her shirt. But luckly you still had eyes on her and just follwed her to where ever she walked. This girl loved exploring.
Soon see finds the open stage and you would have stopped her but it was only a rehearsal so, no harm done.
Walking out there shirt-less you waved to everyone before making it to her father. Bambam is highly amused asurring his little girl that “yeah you have the right idea this family dosent need shirts”
Just as he was about to take off his shirt he noticed you glaring at him in a playful way. “oh! O-oh nevermind, go to mommy okay?”
Yugyeom
He saw you and your little son having a little dance party back stage and was so instrgued with how you two behaved. Once he noitced that the some was trying to catch his attention with the various of crazy dance moves.
So he quickly gave a little shimmy shimmy before returning to the fans.
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Tbh i havent seen these boys in so long that i kept questioning myself on if i matched them right. But please let me know if im wrong
Could you please do a BTS imagine when they find out your Nigerian and their reaction to your culture?
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In relation to BTS and the Bighit company, i am The directors assistance for international affairs of everything outside of career but not in America. I’ve been working with these boys for at least two or three years now and kept up the most professional and casual relationship you could possibly have with with their fame.
Because they’re so interactive with the path of their career I’m often sitting in a meeting room discussing plans for the future with them. And while it all laughs and bazaar goes, they actually do want to see a lot of these girls go through. And that’s where I come along.
“ so honestly with the amount of saved up expenses we have you guys could definitely do a charity concert if you wanted to.” I informed the boys White have been away at my computer figuring out all the estimated pricing.
“ with the location of the charity concert play into affect into if we’re able to do it or not?” Namjoon asked lean over to look at the screen
“ Of course it does but really you Donely have to worry about the venue not really the country it’s in.” As I was disgusting logistics with him my phone lit up with a notification but of course I didn’t notice. Who did notice however was Hoseok, he grabbed my phone and his eyes go wide with surprise.
“Jasmine! You’re a twin!!” He shouts and shocks me out of my focus. I turned him to see the surprise look on his face as he stares at my screensaver.
“Yeah, i have a twin sister, you didnt know?” I say sarcastically because of course they didn’t now. I’ve done a pretty good job at keeping a lot of my personal life a mystery, just cause I was raised to not give out family information to everyone.
“ Oh oh let me see let me see!” jimin take the phone from hoseok and they all huddle over to she me hugged up with my twin sister back in our hometown.
“ yeah where I come from twins are very common.” I should drug and amusement while they stare in awe.
“Wait where are you from?” Namjoon asked with a tilt of the head
“Im actually Nigerian, more specifically the Yoruba reigon” i explan to them and collectively they all started with a mirage of questions
“Wait seriouly? How come we never knew you were Nigerian?” Yoongi concern was shared amongst the group.
“ I always wondered where that accident came from, but it’s hard to tell because you already have a accent from speaking a foreign language.” Namjoon noted and i just shrugged it was no big deal to me but i guess it was to them.
“ I don’t know I just never had the means to talk about my origin like that” you said causually. Just then, jimin Closed my computer and slide it over to the side. “Well the time has come that we learn how you are. You are our family” i chuckle, thinking that this was a Ludacris situation but everyone seemed to be on the same page except for me. So, I better catch up.
“ all right all right, I give. What do you all want to know?” I lean back and accept their plans.
“ all right that’s more like it, let’s start off with the basics. What. Is. Your. Name.” Seokjin starts it off
“ well for you guys my name is Jasmine but my birth name is Jaiyesimi, I’m named after my grandmother”
“ what about your twin?” Jimin asked “Sukanmi, or Kacee, im older than her by like 5 minutes maybe”
“Wait how did you find your way in korea then?” Jin asked again and that kinda stumped me
“You know, I actually dont know, I traveled alot once i finished college and some how ened up here.”
“You said twins are common in Nigeria?” Jungguk interjected.
“Yeah, it feels like ever other pregnancy are twins, my grandmother was a twin and my father is a twin as well.” They all they are in all like I’m giving them the secrets to eternal youth. Yoongi anf hoseok were gooing back and forth with the picture.
“ what about the food, do you know any recipes?” Jin asked
“ well, yeah, all the recipes my mother and grandmother know so it’s really just a call away, but I haven’t cooked in so long so I wouldn’t trust my skills at making a good meal at all”
“YOU HAVE TOO!” Yelped jungguk which created a snowball effect of them requesting different meals and dishes to be made. Luckily one of the members had a level head and save me from the chaos.
“Okay okay lets not get ahead of ourselfs though” Yoongi hushed them and i just sat there feeling awkward with being but on the spot.
“What about dancing?” Jimin asked
“Oh now i girl can dance, thats was like half of my childhood because my uncle was a musican.” I smile reminising on the old days i used to sit out in front of the house dancing with my sister and cousin as my uncle and his group play all types of songs.
Hoseok takes my hand and looks my in the eyes before saying “you just gave us some very interesting information here jasmine”
Uh no thats when i saw my mistake “oh i mean no no i can dance at all, worst dancer with two left feet. Nothing interesting there” everyone break into a roar of laughter at my fails attempt to save myself.
I just shake my head at their laughing, grab my computer again to continue what we were originally doing. “ come on let’s go back to making these yearly goals, you little pains in my neck” i said this lovingly ofcourse.
We soon got back on track after that, but little did I know they would be taking a lot more interest in me as the years go on in my employment continues.
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You know what I really like writing scenarios now.
After a drunken accident, you end up with a humanoid robot. Will he do more harm than help? Is he more than what is programmed?
Chapter 1: Delivery Day
Word Count: 2,772
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Some cussing, but nothing too harsh
A/N: FINALLY, I found the time to finish this chapter, and I am so excited for you to read this. This chapter switches between the point of views so pay attention to that. I also didn't add a name to this chapter cause I don’t know if I want this to be an (OC) story or a (y/n) story. So PLEASE TELL WHAT Y'ALL WANT. AND ENJOY CHAPTER ONE.
_______________________________________________________________“what the-” I’m looking at my computer screen trying to wrap my head around this situation. After getting a notification from my bank that I spent $950 last week I damn near had a heart attack. I already paid my rent and most of my bills and my car note needed to be settled soon, and I only have $300 in the account now!!! How, and on what, in holy hell did I spend $950? An ongoing question that itched and irked me for a week until now. I was in a constant state of confusion and anger the whole time, too. I interrogated my mother, cussed out my friends, practically became fucking Nancy Drew trying to find out where my 950 went to. The bank was no help either, all they could tell me was that the money was taken out from an ‘online recreational store’…. okay maybe that helped a little.
My fucking Amazon account…. or what I like to call, my one-stop Christmas shopping store.
While practically slapping myself in the head, I look at my recent purchases and what do I find? I’m not entirely sure yet. “Humanoid/Android/Cleaning/Security and Companion system? What? Bio Technical Servitude, or BTS, is a newly patented humanoid creation used as a robot maid and protection system for the busiest and absent of people…… nine hundred and fifty dollars…. WHAT!?” WHAT? This is what I spent my hard earned money on? Some faking looking, over-sized, over-expensive, vacuum cleaner or guard dog or whatever the fuck this is? Then, the photo of said vacuum, looks like they just took photos from some Instagram account and edit it with fucking wires and shit. “how drunk was I when I bought this? I don’t want this!” I shout to myself in disbelief. I am never drinking again if this is the result.
While looking further into this, it shows that this ‘human alarm system’ should be delivered by tomorrow. I scoff, yeah right, all I’m gonna get is a freaking vacuum cleaner with a face on it and a recording that says, “watch out someone is in the house” This is beyond bullshit. I’m returning it the second it gets here. I slam my computer shut, shaking my head at the carelessness of my drunk persona. Now I’m gonna have to go beg for more hours, just so I can put freaking gas in my car. Shit, that was practically my grocery money down the drain for some fake ass Rosie Jetson with flesh-coloured metal pieces attached. I’ll just tell, my boss, I had to help pay for a hospital bill or something. He’s always a sucker for some tears and a little sob story. And by the look of things, I might not have to fake the tears part.
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Okay, work didn’t go as planned. At all. I wanted to ask for a raise; however, two of my regular student got into a severe altercation first thing in the morning, and I had to postpone my whole lesson plan for the day, now my plan to get a raise was to…
1) stop the fight,
2) lecture them and wait in the AP office, and
3) get scolded for not prevent the fight early on.
Today was not the day to cry about a raise at all, it will just have to wait. Five hours later of teaching, and practically babysitting, I’m clocked. Eyes fatigued from scanning the classroom, legs weak from standing all day. Almost makes me miss being an intern, ripping and running to help other teachers, kissing ass to get this position as an English teacher in the first place, being almost pitied for not getting a paycheck worth living on…… actually… never mind, that intern shit was more hell than this.
I drive my way home when I get a text from Amazon “Your packet is in transit to the destination. approximate time 8:00pm.” you look at the time, and it is just now getting to be 5:30
“3 hours to spare” I pull at my slack as the car stopped to the red light, I always thought about how the streets here were so different from the ones back home, but if there is one thing that is the same, it is how long the freaking red light is.
I thought about my work and responsibility for the even and just about fell asleep at the wheel, luckily, I saw the car in front of me move in time to follow suit. Once I got home, I thought to treat myself to 3 hours of relaxation will be fitting, I could practically feel my fuzzy pant on right now.
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(no p.o.v)
Back at the apartment, you could be found, almost lifelessly, sprawled out on the bed and aimlessly scrolling through your phone when you get a call. “ah… Jin” Jin is a pretty good friend towards you. You and he met in the obvious of places, somewhere in the middle of the semester during college. You both were scoring for a degree in education and even ended up interning at the same school. The only difference was, he went on to teach the primary student, and you kept with the high schooler. During college, he helps you make your Korean more fluent and got the foreign accent out of your voice, which you are always thankful for because you would have never been able to become an intern, let alone a teacher, sounds like you just dropped off in Korea 5 days ago. You helped him equally with his English, and the end of the year he was sounding like a true native and like a mother, you were proud.
“Hey, love! are you grading yet?” Jin chirped through the phone, he was usually in a better mood than you most of the time, not because you were sad, you just didn’t express emotion as openly as him, but he balances you out so it all okay.
“no, I’m giving myself about one more hour to chill before I start torturing myself with these assignments” you rolled over on your stomach and hung your legs off the edge. “so, if your planning on coming over I’m just telling you now it’s gonna just me being lazy.”
“like always?” he replies with sarcasm that made you suck your teeth like every teen you teach. “look, Jin you called me, don’t you think it’s a bit uncanny of you to start attacking me?” you shot sarcasm right back at him unapologetic-like.
“Oh, you’ll survive Ms English Major, I’m coming over, either way, we can grade together” Jin had his way of passively, yet assertively, making plans between the two of you. It was a skill of his, and you could rarely convince him otherwise. Knowing this reality, you just stretch out on your bed and nod, despite the fact him not being able to see you.
“Alright, you know where I’ll be” you agree to the arrangement just a simple as they were planned and ended the call with an equal exchange of good-byes.
Once off the phone, you decided to get up from your partly comfortable position on the bed and organised your paperwork in the Livingroom. Around that time, you heard a knock on the door and without a second thought assumed it was Jin. However, when you opened the door, you were met with a lethargic looking delivery man and a box that looked like it could hold a couple of vacuums. Wait.
“Oh, shit” was crudely the first thing that came out of your mouth once it hit you. The man slumped over and without much talk handed you a clipboard “sign here to approve delivery please.”
“Actually…. I wanted to know how to return this, I actually…. bought this during a drunken night and don’t really want this” you tried to find some humour in the situation, but it was painfully obvious that this man was far past wanting to accept any jokes.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know the policy on how this should be returned, you’re gonna need to go the website you bought this from and move on from there.” Flat toned and emotionless, he pressed on with his original task to get you to take the clipboard.
You signed the paper, now eyeing the uninteresting, paper bag brown box that barely sat on the dolly.
“where would you like this?” the poor man just wanted to get his job done, for the most part, so you had him quickly drop off the box in the Living room, handed him a water bottle, and sent him on his way.
“well then… look like I didn’t need to expect much after all” you mumbled, leering at the box as it sat on the floor uneventful, but tempting to say the least. Giving in to temptation, you found the nearest knife and sliced through the tall box. It was a struggle, believe that, you even had to lay the tall structure on his side just to open it. When the box was finally open, you were met with… another box, white, it was Styrofoam.
“The hell is this?” You cursed, already annoyed by the process. 10 minutes later and you finally got the white box out of the brown box. You were curious but not that curious to try and figure out this next box. It had no opening at all, no slit, no flap, no crack, nothing. So, you do the most reasonable thing you could think of. Made your own opening.
This meaning, stabbing the box with your groove-rich knife and brute force. That is until you felt the blade hit something hard. “Shit” did you just stick the freaking robot? Okay, maybe you should take it easy. And just as you calm yourself to think a little more rationally, guess who shows up just in the nick of time. The door unsurprisingly opens, and Jin presents himself in all his awkward glory. Balancing paperwork, his suitcase, two drinks, and what you assumed to be a bag of doughnuts.
“Your saviour is here!” He slams the door shut with his foot and quickly set everything down on your dining table. He turns and wipes the fake sweat from his brow. “Woo, do you know how many times I almost drop that shit… what is that?” Jin starts inspecting the mutilated box and gives you that “the fuck?”
Almost defeated, you sighed and shook your head “remember last week, we had attended Jihoon’s birthday party?” Jin nods “so I guess, my drunk self, went on Amazon and bought a 900 dollars robot” and there goes that judgmental look.
“You have literally no money to be buying stupid things like this! Is it even real?” Jin scold you with all his enthusiasm and the added antics of slapping the box all floppy-like
“I know I know. But the company said it was a nonrefundable item. So yes, I’m pretty sure I got fucking scammed out of 900 bucks” you slouch on the couch and watch Jin continue to inspect the box with careful eyes.
”And what are these holes about?” Jin looked back at you as you held up the knife from earlier “You Stabbed the Box?” He exclaims, and you nod. Then like freaking magic! Jin manages to get the box to split in two revealing multiple real looking body parts. Two arms, two legs, and shoulder/chest/torso/groin combo, neck, and its fucking head. “HOLY SHIT!!” Jin practically screams and falls back.
You immediately get up and look at all the items. This shit was as legit as it was gonna get. “Oh my god….” dumbfounded, you go to Jin, who is now standing, with your mouth dangling off its hinges.
“Okay, so I guess… fuck grading today?” Jin suggests and of course you approved it. You stalked towards the body parts and was in bewilderment at how real the legs and arms were, then you noticed a rip in the skin. ‘oh, that’s what I stabbed’ you thought and picked up that same arm.
“Jin, look at this! This is so freaking insane, its so real like.”
“mmm I don’t know, this seems sketchy, like that might just be a real human arm” Jin bated and took the arm from you. Your eyes rolled along with your head as you turn to the brown box. Inside was more items, at the very bottom, and you had to practically crawl in just to get them. An extensive manual, and a packet of clothes, and a massive box of what looks like a smaller version of a car battery.
“This a ridiculous’ you spat to yourself still in disbelief that this was happening. You stated thumbing through the manual when you heard Jin curdling scream come from behind me, again, inducing a mini heart attack.
“JIN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
‘ITS FACE!” Jin belted in hysteria while holding the head of the robot, now uncovered. You quickly stammered over to Jin and looked at the body-less head. It seemed so fucking real, too real like they beheaded some poor guy. But, as strange as it sounds, it was attractive to you. Not in a ‘woo, can’t wait to date’ type of way but a ‘didn’t expect this quality’ type. As I felt on the face more, it shockingly felt so real, squishy, soft, and freezing. Jin began fiddling with the front too, he tried opening the mouth, but it was practically glued shut, he tried the eyes, but to no avail either.
“well, what are we waiting for? Let’s put this thing together and see if it was worth the 1,000 dollars” Jin claps his hands and takes the head away from you, setting it on the table.
“950” you corrected
‘Who cares?” Jin teased.
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(your p.o.v)
The better part of 3 hours was spent with Jin and I clawing at each other’s throats, trying to assemble this stupid robot. With all the effort and suffering that when into getting it up and running it was nowhere near worth the 950.
“stop! You have to connect these wires, THEN, put in the battery” Jin whines while ripping the batter out of the robots’ chest while I, crossed my arms in aggravation. “you’re lucky we are good, or I would have been kicked out of my house, Jin” I snarled at him, while he willingly ignored my sass and read the instruction. I rolled my eyes and sat on the chair while he finished that final parts.
“this poor thing is gonna have a struggle dealing with you” Jin murmured.
“well if you survived, so will this robot,” I said with a mischievous smile, openly challenging the older male. But before Jin could hit me with an equally venomous comeback, there was a loud melody, and the robot buzzed and glowed a baby blue light through the cracks.
“quick, help me get this thing up” Jin braced himself to pick up the robot from the ground, and I quickly followed suit. This thing had to weight at least 200 to 250 pounds. Once, Jin and I got it on its feet, the eyes opened and shined in the same baby blue glow. “this is ridiculous” I was dumbfounded, this could not actually be real. Who would sell an actual humanoid over Amazon? I wanted to know the catch, and I wanted to know it soon.
Jin started to walk towards the robot when it suddenly started talking. Jin jumped back so fast, I couldn’t help but laugh at how extra he was being.
“Hello, Bonjour, Annyeonghasayo, Nihao, Hola, please choose a language,” the robot asks, but I was in too much of a shock to respond. He sounded like a real person, I was expected a junky, stereotypical, robot voice, but this voice was deep, clear, soft and rough all at the same time. Almost urban-like. It repeated the statement about three times before I said something “English” I said without a second thought.
“Hello, my name is Kim Namjoon, a proud creation of the “Bio Technical Servitude” company. I am here to protect you. My specialities include mental and physical health. I will also provide reliable companionship catered to your needs, welcome to B.T.S. Please create your portfolio.”
Jin and I looked at each other, and to think I couldn’t be more shocked. “this is some crazy shit’ Jin said almost whispered to me, I just nodded in agreement.
Movie night with my man, cuddling up with snacks and a comedy. Judging the actors and laughing at when either of us concentrated on subtitles,depending on who picked the movie that night. Maybe a little fooling around if things got boring. At least this is what I expected out of tonight. But no, someone or some people decided they was gonna come over into my humble abode and throw our plans into a wall.
Baek was cool with it though, and that’s okay since it was his boys but damn, as selfish as it may sound, I do like to have him to myself. I just had to thank my ass only three came and not the whole damn team. Being outnumbered on the ratio of English to Korean, a Korean movie was the pick for tonight. Not only that but some 3 star horror movie found on Hulu. Now I’m not interested in a horror movie, especially one I couldn’t understand so I get on my phone.
Half way through the movie ,I’m in the fan part of Instagram and a good 3 people got mutilated in the movie. Looking at these fan made stories of exo was ridiculous, the smut was good for some but others were just completely unrealistic. However, in still consumed in reading these one shots, focused, and self-commenting on the situation of the “reader”. I’m so focused that I don’t even realized Baek was staring at my phone. Any other time, Baekhyun will act like he never heard of the word English just to piss me off sometime but when he was curious everything suddenly came back.
I almost didn’t react to his choked chuckled before we slipped my phone away from me. “Are you reading Porn?” No shame, no mercy, no discreteness, just put me on the spot like that. The other boys looked at Baek and me fighting over my phone. “No. Now give me my phone” he leaned over and did his best to read off my phone “I started off slow, grinding against his member? (y/n) you are reading porn!” He laughs loudly and the other members joined. “it’s just smut, it’s not even that serious”I tried to defend myself but it was past too late. They were gonna get their fix of teasing me anyways. “(y/n) if you wanted some privacy with Baek. You don’t need to read about, we’ll leave.” Chanyeol faked sincerity and I rolled my eyes, laughing in sarcasm “I was just bored, damn. And chanyeol I don’t know who you’re coming at. I seen your browser history, you read fan story about yourself All. The. Damn. Time” i pointed out and laughed at his change in expression “if you gonna come at me, you better come correct”
After that little episode I was sure the whole thing just blew over but nope…. They still acting childish, making stupid innuendos and talking about how I write shit on the low. Can’t even write an essay willingly let alone a whole story and fucking a Kpop idol. I argued the Accuracy of the stories and how this like that was fiction but of course that didn’t help Jack. I was one joke away from becoming best friends with the saltiness, that is before Baek leans into me and whispers “if it bothers you, I can kick them out and we can test the actual accuracy of those stories” This man here was always one step from getting in my panties and one step from getting slapped sometimes. I chuckled and whispered back “I’ll be in the room. Reading my porn” I got up and dismissed myself saying goodnight to everyone before strutting my ass to the bedroom.
Not 10 minutes later did Baek show up in the bedroom. “Ready to review?” He tried it. And I sigh a chuckle before motioning him to the bed. “Get your sexy ass over here”
okay so i would really like your opinion in this. I’m starting a new series called “Bio Technical Servitude” and of course it is a BTS! au but i just don’t know who the main character should be so i’m asking all my followers and anonies for your opinion
who do you want to see in this Robot/Humanoid Au?
The top chosen member will be the main Character and the rest will be featuring and what not.
so please please please tell me, who you would like to see so i can get this series into maximum overdrive!!! Reblog, Comment, Go to my inbox, Anything you want. much appreciated i will keep you all updated. the voting will be open till 12-29
Prompt: Lovelyz Yein scenario where she meets female reader while jogging and they meet eachother like it’s a routine everyday. Yein falls for reader and the reader feels the same but they are strangers so one of them makes a move as one day when they pass by eachother. Like something along the lines of running after one another and asking for their names. Fluffy fluff please
Writer: Admin Kiwi
A/N: I still can’t believe that Lovelyz disbanded, they were one of my favorite groups and Achoo is still my favorite Kpop love song. I’m going to miss them so much. I’ve been thinking of them because always come to my mind during spring and summer. Do yourself a favor and listen to some Lovelyz to brighten your day, and I hope you all enjoy!
Yein liked having a routine. It was something that helped start her days off right, and as long as she was able to do her morning routine, she could handle even the craziest days. That was why she woke up early every morning, ate a delicious breakfast (because eating good food is very important) and then went on a quick run around the neighborhood, starting her day off with the sun. Then, when she got home, she’d have a hot shower and a cup of coffee and would be ready to conquer the world, energized and usually happy. It was only when the weather was bad that she didn’t follow this exact routine. Sure, maybe it was great that all of her neighbors probably knew her schedule, but she liked to focus on the benefits, like the fact that she’d gotten to know all of the neighborhood dogs and got to see all of the cats in the windows soaking up the morning sun.
It was also a perk that she got to run into you every morning. She was sure that she never would have met you had the two of you not run into each other so often on your morning jogs. Of course, she didn’t reallyknowyou, the two of you had only exchanged greetings and occasional small talk as you both stopped to pet a dog or take a photo of a nice view, but in a way she felt like she knew you.
She knew that her morning routine lined up with yours almost every day. She knew that you lived on the opposite side of the block than her, because the two of you were always going in opposite directions. She knew that you liked to listen to music while you ran, although she could sometimes hear a podcast coming through your earbuds on the weekends. She also knew that you liked animals, as she’d seen you stop to pet them many times now. She knew what brand of athletic wear you liked, and even what your favorite color was, because you had mentioned it once when she complimented your shirt.
She knew all of this, but still didn’t even know your name. Your smile brightened her mornings and she loved the sound of your voice when you playfully commented on meeting her so often, but she wasn’t sure if you looked forward to the brief meetings as much as she did.
“You’re head over heels for this person whose name you don’t even know, after seeing them, like, five minutes tops a day?” Mijoo said when Yein told her about you, shaking her head incredulously and laughing loudly despite the looks she got from the people around them in the crowded café. “Honestly, I’m kind of impressed! That sounds like something that would happen in a drama, you know?”
“It’s my life, not a drama,” Yein whined in response, already regretting coming to her older friend for advice. She should have known that the other girl would laugh at her even after being bribed with coffee. “I should have told Sujeong or Soojung instead, at least they’d be helpful!”
“Aren’t they both single?” Mijoo shot back, leaning back in her chair with a smug grin. “Meanwhile, I’m dating the love of my life and the woman of everyone’s dreams. Shouldn’t you be asking me for flirting advice instead of complaining?”
“Does Jisoo know you talk about her like that?” The younger girl winkled her nose in annoyance and took a sip of her coffee, knowing that people were glancing at them, but also knowing that asking her to quiet down was useless. At this point in their friendship, she was used to standing out.
“She knows and she loves it.”
“I doubt that.” Yein sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Plus, she’s got weird taste, and your idea of flirting is making weird poses and yelling until the person you like looks at you.”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, but only because Jisoo is into weirdos like you. If I did that….” She shuddered at the very thought. Mijoo was pretty and charming enough that her craziness just made her more attractive, but Yein was sure she would never be able to pull of the things that the older girl did. She could already see how confused you would be if she even tried, because it was so against her character.
The older girl let out a soft laugh (soft by her standards, at least) and leaned forward again, reaching over the table to pat Yein’s shoulder. “Listen, I’ll be serious for a second. You’re really pretty and sweet, and you’ve got that ‘innocent girl next door’ vibe working for you. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend. Honestly, I would be more surprised if this mystery jogging person wasn’t already attracted to you, because I know that I wouldn’t want to talk to anyone that early in the morning.”
“What if they’re just a morning person?”
“You’re a morning person, right? Would you stop and talk to everyone you passed every morning?”
The younger girl paused, mulled the question over. “Well, now that I think about it, no. I usually just kind of nod and smile, unless they have a dog. Then I stop and say hello to pet it.”
“There you go, then. Are they the only person you stop to talk to?”
Honestly, she couldn’t really remember how or why the two of you had started to exchange small talk while passing each other. She did remember smiling at you that first time and thinking that you were attractive, but over the last few months the two of you had somehow started to occasionally chat and exchange jokes in the morning. Did it start because both of you stopped to pet the same dog? It had happened so naturally, just like falling for you had; she didn’t even notice it happening because she had gotten so used to it so quickly.
“I guess they are,” she said, a bit surprised herself. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen them stop for anyone else either.”
“Dude, they totally like you!” Mijoo exclaimed, her eyes twinkling as she leaned even closer, a dangerous smile on her lips. That smile usually meant that she was thinking up a wild plan that was doomed to go wrong, and the younger girl wasn’t sure she wanted to her about it.
“That seems like a really big jump, just because-.”
“Listen,” the other girl interrupted, waving away Yein’s worries. “You should at least get their name. Come on, they’re talking to you every day, it won’t be weird. Just make a joke about forgetting to introduce yourself and it’ll happen naturally.”
“That’s… actually not a terrible idea.”
“I’m offended that you think any of my ideas would be terrible, but I’ll let it slide because you’re cute.” Mijoo wiggled her eyebrows and bit at her straw as she leaned back in her chair, obviously pleased with herself. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”
“Never say that again, please.” Yein groaned, but she couldn’t help the small smile creeping across her face as she thought about finally learning your name.
-
The next day, Yein found herself up even earlier than usual. She was way too nervous to sleep in any longer, so after a moment of tossing and turning, she decided to go ahead and get up. As she fixed her hair and washed the remnants of sleep from under her eyes, she went over what she should say to you in her head.
Should she be forward? Or maybe let you start the conversation? She wasn’t sure, and that made her nervous, even though she’d never really been the shy type before.
“You can do this,” she told her reflection, hyping herself up with a little jump before she took a deep breath and headed for her front door, determined to at least learn your name if nothing else.
It was a beautiful morning with only a few clouds in the sky and a slight breeze making the summer warmth much more bearable. For a moment, she stood still and closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her skin, before smiling and beginning to run, already feeling much better. As usual, she felt energized by her morning routine, and she felt her worries start to melt away as she focused on her breathing and the sounds of the birds in the trees around her.
It wasn’t long until she saw a familiar figure coming towards her on the sidewalk and she felt her heart jump as she slowed her pace a bit, preparing to stop for a quick chat like usual. Your smile was as bright as usual as you waved, slowing down until you’d stopped, taking a sip of your water as she approached.
“Good morning,” you said, “it’s beautiful out here today, isn’t it?”
“It really is,” she agreed, smiling back and hoping that you couldn’t tell how nervous she suddenly was. She wasn’t sweaty or anything, right? “I felt energized as soon as I stepped outside.”
“Same here! It helps that my neighbor was coming out to walk his dog at the same time. It was a great way to start my morning.” You put the top back onto your water bottle and she swallowed, knowing that the two of you would be parting again at any moment.
“By the way, I realized that I never introduced myself, even though we’ve been seeing each other, like, every day for a while.” She held out her hand. “I’m Yein. I live in the apartments at the end of the lane.”
You seemed to brighten up, quickly reaching forward to shake her hand as your smile widened. “I’m (Y/N), I live in the apartments near the main road. It’s nice to finally be able to put a name to a face.”
“Right?” She felt herself relax a bit, relieved that you seemed just as happy to finally know her name. She liked the sound of yours. “Now I don’t have to call you ‘morning run neighbor’ in my head anymore.”
“I’m flattered that you were thinking of me,” you said with a laugh, and she felt herself blush. Thankfully, you continued. “I referred to you as the pretty runner, so we were in the same boat.”
Whelp, now her face was even more red and she couldn’t stop smiling as she playfully tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Well thank you! I don’t mind that nickname at all.”
Your phone rang with a notification, interrupting the moment, and she watched as you grimaced at the screen, then looked up at her with an apologetic look.
“Sorry, it looks like I have to run, literally. They need me to come in to work early.”
She tried not to show her disappointment as she shook her head. “It’s okay! I hope you have a good day!” She turned away to continue jogging, trying to console herself that at least she got your name, but before she could get more than a step away, she heard your voice call out her name, sending a thrill through her body.
“Wait, Yein!” You stepped to her side once again, stopping her in her tracks. For a moment, you seemed to hesitate, before you flushed and held out your phone. “Um, why don’t you give me your number? It would be nice to be able to talk to you for longer than a few minutes. I’d like to get to know more about you.”
Her face hurt from smiling so wide as she accepted your phone, her heart pounding in her chest. Maybe buying Mijoo that coffee for her advice hadn’t been such a bad idea after all. She’d have to thank the other girl later.
Prompt: Rocket punch’s Dahyun angst/fluffy scenario where her and the reader are like,, bsfs that are inseparable and the school makes up rumors that they are dating and turns out they do like each other but they were being stubborn and waiting for the other person to confess first? Lol sorry if that sounds confusing but thank you anyways
Writer: Admin Kiwi
A/N: Please support Rocket Punch’s song Chiquita! I love it so much, it’s so powerful! Also, Dahyun is my daughter and I love her. Anyways, sorry I’ve been MIA, I hope you all enjoy!
This was a nightmare. In fact, Dahyun was pretty sure she’d had this exact nightmare many, many times before. That was why she stayed silent, her feet rooted to the floor and her hand frozen on her locker door as Sohee spoke excitedly, bouncing around her.
“It’s so funny, Dahyun! Who would have thought that you and (Y/N) would be voted as the school’s best couple when the two of you aren’t even dating?” Sohee laughed as she pulled her books from her locker beside Dahyun’s and closed the door. “I heard that Wonyoung and Yujin are whining about losing to you guys. They totally thought they had this contest won!”
Dahyun took a deep breath, trying to settle the nerves shuddering in her chest. Her hands shook as she finally closed the locker door, forcing herself to speak. “How many people saw?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, how many people do you think saw the post?”
“Well, the school’s blog and newspaper are really popular, so I’m guessing a lot of people tuned in to see the results. After all, everyone has been voting for a week. They’re betting on the winners being crowned at prom.”
“Oh.” Dahyun felt her world rocking around her as she clutched her books. How could this happen? Who had started this rumor and how could it get this big?
“Dahyun? Are you okay?”
“L-let’s just go to class,” the younger girl responded, keeping her eyes downcast as her body burned with embarrassment and fear. What would you say when you heard the news? She didn’t even want to think about it.
How many years had she kept her feelings for you a secret? She thought she was doing well, pushing them down and promising herself to just be your friend. She was happy just being by your side and seeing you smile, so why did this have to happen? You were probably disgusted by the idea of dating her.
Negative thoughts swirled around her as she made her way towards class, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow. How could she ever face you now?
-
Dahyun wished that she could shut everyone out, even if it was just for a day. No matter where she went, someone brought you up.
“Wow, are you guys finally dating?”
“Congrats for winning the contest! You guys are the cutest!”
She did her best to take everything in stride, giving them awkward smiles as she tried to clarify the situation, but no one would listen. It seemed like everyone really thought the two of you were dating, and no matter what she said, they would just accuse her of being shy or embarrassed.
Worst of all, she hadn’t seen you once all day.
Usually by now the two of you would have bumped into each other in the halls, or at least texted each other to talk about meeting up for lunch. But her phone was silent except for the multitude of texts from Yujin claiming that the two of you stole the best couple spot. She hadn’t tried to text you either, in all fairness. She just couldn’t bring herself to press send any time she typed out a message. All of her fears would explode, making her quickly erase the message and shove her phone into her pocket.
You probably hated her now. That was why you weren’t texting her.
When lunch finally rolled around, she found herself ducking into the bathroom to hide and catch her breath. Her chest hurt as she looked at her phone. The two of you had been eating lunch together every day for years now. It was strange not to head straight to your locker, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave. She was too scared to face you.
So instead she dialed her mom’s number with shaky fingers, putting on her best sick voice.
“Can you come pick me up? I’m not feeling well.”
-
You didn’t text her after lunch, but Sohee did.
S - Hey, where are you?
D - I went home, I wasn’t feeling well. Why?
S - (Y/N) was looking for you. They were worried because you didn’t come to lunch. What’s wrong?
D - What did you tell them?
S - That I hadn’t seen you since first period. Seriously, what’s wrong? Do you need me to get you something?
D - No. I’m just feeling sick. Sorry for not telling you.
S - It’s okay but you should text (Y/N). They looked really worried.
D - Okay, I will.
Of course, she was lying. She was too nervous to text you, so instead she fell onto her bed and pulled the covers over her head, shutting her eyes tight. Maybe when she woke up, all of this would just be a really bad dream.
-
Unfortunately, she wasn’t lucky enough for that to be the case, and there was no way her mom was going to let her skip another day of school. Begrudgingly, she pulled on a hoodie and kept her head down with her headphones on, hoping that her classmates would get the hint and not approach her. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with more questions, because she hadn’t been able to sleep the night before. All night, she’d stayed up tossing and turning, wondering what you were doing and what you were thinking.
She missed you. This was the first time that she’d gone so long without seeing or talking to you, and it felt like there was a hole in her chest: like she’d lost an important part of herself. But she was too much of a coward to reach out first, and she hated herself for it.
So once again, she spent the day ducking out of your line of sight and trying to avoid any mention of you. She pretended to be studying when people wanted to talk and spent as little time as possible at her locker, just in case you happened to be passing by. It was pathetic and she knew it, but she couldn’t help it.
Even Sohee had called her out on it. “Are you avoiding (Y/N)?”
“Uh,” Dahyun responded dumbly, looking up from her desk to face her best friend.
“Come on. I can tell that you haven’t talked to them, because you’re moping around like you just got dumped.”
“I didn’t-.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, but why are you avoiding them?”
“T-they haven’t texted me either,” she retorted weakly and Sohee sighed, crossing her arms.
“You kids and your first loves. You always make it so difficult.”
“You’re barely older than me.”
“But I’m old enough to know that this is dumb, and you should talk to them. Maybe they haven’t contacted you because they’re just as scared as you are, haven’t you thought about that?”
Dahyun swallowed. She hadn’t thought of that. But could that really be true? Could you really be just as nervous to face her as she was to face you? She couldn’t imagine it.
“You can’t avoid them forever, Dahyun.”
She couldn’t, and she knew it. But she wasn’t quite ready to face you. Not yet.
-
It was at lunch that her plan to avoid you came crashing down, because she exited class to find you waiting outside the door, clutching your bag nervously and looking for you with wide eyes. The moment she saw you, she thought about running away, but you caught her eye, and she knew she was trapped. You seemed to freeze in place before you swallowed and made your way over to her, a determined look on your face.
“We need to talk.” Your voice was softer than usual and Dahyun felt a pang in her chest as she nodded.
“Y-yeah, we do.”
She followed behind you as you led her away from your classmates and towards the place the two of you always hid during lunch: the big tree behind the school. On the way there, she felt like everyone was watching her, but she kept her eyes down, focused on the back of your shoes as she forced herself to move forward.
When you stopped, she felt her breath catch before she dared to look up at you.
To her surprise, you didn’t look angry. Instead, you looked almost… scared. The bags under your eyes looked just as bad as her own, and she felt hope jump up into her throat before she squashed it down, not wanting to get herself hurt. She couldn’t hope, not anymore.
“Are we still friends?” Your voice shook as you blurted it out, clenching and unclenching your fists.
“What?” Dahyun as too shocked to reply, her eyes widening.
You bit your lip and took a deep breath before repeating yourself. “Are we still friends? Y-you’ve been avoiding me ever since we were voted as the best couple, and now I don’t know what to think! Do you really hate the idea of dating me that much? I know it was surprising but I didn’t think you would just throw away years of friendship because you were uncomfortable!”
“Wait, wait,” she said, her heart pounding. “You were avoiding me! You haven’t been texting me at all, I thought you were weirded out by the idea of dating me!”
The two of you blinked at each other, suddenly realizing that both of you had misunderstood the situation. Tentatively, she dared to speak.
“S-so, you aren’t grossed out by the idea of dating me? You still want to be friends?”
You flushed, glancing at the ground. “Um, no, I don’t feel grossed out. I was just nervous because… well, because the idea made me kind of happy.”
Dahyun’s world turned upside down for a moment, and she felt lightheaded, like she might float off at any moment. Her mouth was suddenly dry and her heart threatened to beat right out of her chest as she gazed at you, hardly believing what she was hearing. “It made you happy?”
Somehow you got even redder, laughing nervously as you rubbed at the back of your neck. “Yeah, I guess so, I thought we would make a good couple. Not in a weird way! I’m sorry if you think that’s weird or-.”
A smile slowly spread across her face as relief washed through her and she interrupted you. “I don’t think it’s weird. I like you, (Y/N). That’s why I panicked. I thought you would hate the idea of dating me and it would make our friendship weird. I didn’t want to lose you over my feelings for you.”
“R-really?” You let out a sigh as your shoulders finally relaxed. “Oh my god, you have no idea how scared I was.”
“That’s my line!” She shot back. For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, half in disbelief and half in relief. Then both of you burst into giggles. “I can’t believe we both freaked out about the same thing.”
“Do you think our friends think we’re ridiculous?”
“I know they do.” She couldn’t stop smiling as she giddily tucked her hair behind her ears, willing her face to stop flushing. “At least now we can tell Yujin that we won best couple fair and square.”
You raised your eyebrows, a teasing sparkle in your eyes, even if your smile looked more hopeful than mischievous. “Are you saying we’re a couple now?”
“If you’ll have me,” she responded, her heart stopping for a moment. Was this really happening? Thankfully, you laughed, stepping forward to grab her hands.
“Of course I’ll have you. I’ve liked you for a long time, Dahyun.”
All of the worries from the past couple of days drifted away as she felt herself falling into your eyes, squeezing your hands. Who would have guessed that this nightmare would turn into one of her wildest dreams? She knew her friends were going to tease her, but she couldn’t care less. All she cared about was you and your beautiful smile, finally all hers to love, and to love freely.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13,+18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.
➥Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt (coming soon!)
➥ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @rm4lyf ; I have decided to release this one as a drabble series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. Chapters will be posted weekly.
➥ Music Companion (link to playlist)|The LOFT- Glass Walls //Katie - Thinking Bout You // JERO - With you // Code Kunst - O (feat. Lee Hi) // Dxvn. - Drowning // Ja¥en x District - dying ember // Angelicca - Your Only One // GATS & Oh Genius - Lost In You // Adrian Daniel - Nobody
i can’t believe there’s only one more chapter and we’re done. it has been a roller coaster ride of emotion with this fic. brilliantly written! a story of grief, recovery, moving on, and finding new love eventually. Seokjin with a little girl is adorable!
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13
↳ Warning | involves grief, graphic depiction of tragedy/trauma, graphic depiction of a car accident scene, character death
Looking back, you would sometimes compare your life to the stories that you have read from those romance novels that you have loved so much when you were younger.
You were sixteen when you began to harbour a crush on your brother’s best friend. Both of them had been inseparable since junior high, especially after they both entered the basketball team together, and Aron had always spent a lot of time at your house to allow you to ogle at him at every chance you got.
At first, you had known that it would be impossible for him to reciprocate the feeling that you had for him, and yet you did nothing to stop it when the feeling had developed at some point when you kept on seeing him around. Still, you didn’t think much of it when Aron started spending more time at your house, sometimes stealing his chances to slip away from your brother to be able to see you even if all he did was to tease and joke around with you like an older brother would.
finally finally finally… a look into OC’s past, what a tragedy indeed! No wonder she doesn’t drive and his brother pick her up and drop her off. This just shows that each person has its own healing, healing is not timebound. Each person has their own way of coping up and healing and moving on. For Seokjin its a year, but for OC, no. Up until now she has not opened herself up. Or maybe, it takes the right person? For OC it took Seokjin’s arrival to finally let herself move on and feel something again, while Seokjin it was shorter coz OC was there on the very 1st day.
We are nearing the end, and i wanted so much for them to have their happiness - together or otherwise. They both deserve it.
I can never thank you enough, Dia! this is such an amazing story. I don’t know what you do in your dungeon, but this surpass everything i could ever want or expected. Thank you for not cutting corners. I always tease you about splitting story and about exceeding the word count you yourself has set, but it only shows how dedicated you are to a story.
➬ Summary | With love, comes challenge. Especially when you are in love with the one man who is at the top of the world while keeping you on the other end.
➬ Genre | Artist/Music Producer!Yoongi, Established relationship!au, Angst, Fluff, Smut
↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
↳ Warning | possessive Yoongi, a few events of jealousy, multiple smut scenes, implied public foreplay, clothed foreplay, dry humping, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, breast play, biting, clit play, hair pulling, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, self-masturbation (female), clothed sex, car sex.
↳ Word count | 22k words (I’m sorry for this T^T)
↳ Cross post | AO3|Inkitt (coming soon!)
↳ Music companion | Little Do You Know-Alex & Sierra | Youth - Daughter
➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @minyoongail. | Thank you for giving me a chance to write for Yoongi again. Forgive me for the long wait. I hope you’ll enjoy this story.
THEN…
From the very first night you met Min Yoongi, you were instantly drawn to him.
To describe the moment perfectly, you could easily say that it had happened exactly the way wise people would describe this kind of attraction; that you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
It was an instant pull, the kind of attraction that you had never once felt for another person before. Not to the boys you have dated through college, not even for the hot specimen of a male sitting right next to your cubicle at the office you were attending through your internship.
To this day, you could only faintly recall the events which had led you into getting dragged along to the uncharted territory where Min Yoongi existed. It was Friday night, right on the weekly scheduled night out that you would spend with your friends, when the hours were getting late and the dive bar that you had frequently gone to each week felt too cramped and dull with all the men in suits who came in for a seemingly boring company party while acting like they owned the place.
“It would be fun,” you remembered one of them said as she suggested to try hopping into a different club instead of ending the night early.
Sooooo… i held off as long as I coukd coz i know its going to hurt. I read the teaser so i have an idea how much it will hurt. To be fair to the reader, we all have these kind of thoughts even if you’re not dating a renowned music producer. Its a given in any relationship, and i feel her with her struggles - the feeling of inadequacy, the sort of “power dynamics” (him being famous while her “normal”), the inner monologue of telling yourself that he loves you and that he’s faithful.
My chest was so tight the whole time i was reading this, up until the interview with Yoongi. After that i released a very huge breath. This is such a beautiful story, the way Yoongi makes it up to her with words and deeds, trying to prove to her that she’s loved and there is no one else.
It takes hard work to keep any relationship to work and this story is such a gem coz it gives you hope that there is happy ending.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13
↳ Warning | mentions of grief, implied/mention of character’s death
↳ Word count | 5,5k words
↳ Author’s Note | A longer chapter with this one (I’m sorry T^T) and another case of splitting a chapter into two to make things work. Roughly edited, so I might return to fix stuff once the story’s completed. I hope you’ll enjoy this one!
You can no longer remember the last time you found yourself in a moment like this. Surrounded by nothing else but warmth that you just want to embrace it forever and curl inside it to hide away from the painful world and never let go.
You had no idea what to expect when you came back from the back kitchen to find your older brother sitting in Seokjin’s booth. Never once had you ever imagined seeing both men sitting together and having a conversation the way they did, but watching it happening right in front of your eyes felt as if you were witnessing both of your worlds colliding together.
And surprisingly, you didn’t find anything wrong with it at all.
finally! thank goodness for Minhyun! i’ve said it before, i will not fault Seokjin for being blind. he just lost his wife and taking care of theor daughter as well. its too much to be honest.
but, finally! we’re going on a dinner! i am so excited for the next chapters.
and hello??? has anyone noticed how Dia split sweet melody into 2? i am not surprise anymore, really. thank you Dia, its just a testament of how much you work hard for every story you put out.
A/N: IMPORTANT!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I say this with full sincerity because I sorta accidentally left this on a cliffhanger. I may very well write a part 3 (I currently have a vague idea where this would go), but I don’t want to promise it and have anxiety. So. Yeah. At your own risk, friend.
A/N: IMPORTANT!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I say this with full sincerity because I sorta accidentally left this on a cliffhanger. I may very well write a part 3 (I currently have a vague idea where this would go), but I don’t want to promise it and have anxiety. So. Yeah. At your own risk, friend.
Dark red, high gloss liquid lingers on the tip of the brush, and you swipe it across your toenail in an even coat. Two more swipes and you’ve finished with your big toe. You got just a bit on your skin, a byproduct of being too hasty, and you grab for the paper towel and bottle of clear liquid on your night stand.
You pause in your actions when you hear a small knock on your window. You remember a time when such a sound would have freaked you out, or at the very least surprised you. But now it was so very common.
You glance up to see a deadly attractive boy perched outside your window. He flashes you a charismatic smile, displaying canines that were slightly longer, slightly sharper than the average humans.
You go back to painting your nails, barely acknowledging the vampire as he lifts the window and lets himself in.
Concentrating on getting the spot off your skin, Wonho plops down on your bed, grabbing the bottle before it can tip over and spill out.
“Oh nooo she’s painting her nails with the instruments of death!” He exclaims in mock fear, chuckling at his own joke.
You start to paint your smaller toes. “Laugh it up but if that polish remover got in your eye you’d feel like you were dying.”
“Yeesh,” he grimaces, sitting the bottle back down on the nightstand with a weary eye. You can’t help but laugh this time.
“You know,” you muse, “I could make a pretty good vampire slayer; I obviously have all the right tools.”
He seems mildly annoyed by the subject. “Calm down there, Buffy. You wouldn’t want to be a vampire hunter. You’re way too smart to be employed by that cult of idiots.”
“I said slayer, not hunter. I don’t need to hunt vampires; they crash into my room willingly for pedicures and late night snacks.”
“Touche,” he grins, the annoyance leaving his voice.
Then it hits you, and you pause mid pinky toe to look up at him. “Wait, employed? Cult? There are actual vampire hunters?”
His eyes shoot up to yours. There’s tension in his body that wasn’t there before, but you barely register it.
Your eyes get big with wonder, quickly recapping the nail polish bottle and setting it aside. “And there’s employment opportunities?! How much do you think–”
You’re smacked in the face with a pillow.
When your vision is unobstructed again, the serious face Wonho is sporting–coupled with the fact that this dangerous vampire took his annoyance out on you by throwing a pillow–has you guffawing.
Faster than your human brain can process the movements, he’s diving at you, tackling you backward onto the bed.
If it’s meant to scare you, it doesn’t work, as you just laugh harder.
“Excuse me! Hello! I am a terrifying vampire!” He demands above you, eyebrows pinching together in an attempt to look menacing.
Perhaps if you hadn’t known him, it would have frightened you. As it were, this is the same boy who has been coming over for weeks, insisting on climbing through the window instead of using the door because “it makes me look more boss”. The same boy who, more often than not, came in with arms full of snacks and food because “I get to eat, it’s only fair that you do too.” The same boy who always tucked you into bed after you let him feed on you, propping the pillows up just so, and making sure the blanket was secure around you because “why is it weird that I don’t want you getting cold–stop looking at me like that.”
Oh yes, he was terrifying. But not because he was a vampire, but because you knew you were falling for him.
You clamp your mouth shut trying to stifle your laugh, but tears gleam in your eyes from the effort and you don’t trust your voice. So you just nod emphatically.
He raises a cocky brow, “so you’re terrified?”
Again you nod, biting back your smile.
“That’s more like it. You’re lucky because I was going to eat you.”
“Oh no,” you stretch your neck, hastily moving your hair out of the way, exposing the tender skin to him, “that would just be awful.”
He groans at the sight, his pupils dilating.
Wonho bends his head down, his nose running the length of your neck, inhaling as he goes.
You shiver, your body eagerly awaiting the bliss of being bitten.
“You smell incredible…”
“Glad to know your dinner smells appetizing,” you barely manage to get out, closing your eyes at the sensation of his breath on your skin.
“No I mean,” he lifts his head, looking at you now, his eyes scanning your features, “you smell really lovely. Did you get a new body wash?”
Your eyes pop open and you turn to meet his gaze. “…um, yeah, I did actually.”
For a moment he looks almost embarrassed. “Oh,” he says, as if he’s just as surprised by his observation as you are that he pointed it out. “Oh well it’s lovely.”
“So I’ve heard…from you.”
He laughs nervously, “yeah, duh, I already said that.” He rubs the back of his neck, clearing his throat.
He pulls away from you, sitting back on his heels. You take the opportunity to sit back up.
“You alright?” You finally ask when he doesn’t say anything.
“Go out with me,” he blurts out in a whoosh of words.
Your jaw unhinges. “I, wait, what?”
He shakes his head, laughing at himself, then looks down at his lap. “Let me take you out.”
“Out?” You ask lamely.
He laughs again, looking back up at you. “Yes out. Like outside. Like going somewhere. Like–”
“Like a date?”
He bites his bottom lip and it’s so incredibly attractive you almost lose focus on the conversation.
“Like a date,” he confirms.
You can’t help the smile that blooms on your face, especially when his eyes light up gleefully at the sight.
“Ok,” you nod, “let’s go on a date.”
You put in your earring, then lean back in your vanity chair to appraise your appearance. You smile at your reflection as you remember who you’re getting all dolled up for and why. The butterflies that begin to assault your belly have obviously just remembered as well.
You’re not left with your thoughts for long, because right on time, there’s a knock on your front door.
You nearly laugh out loud at this fact. He always comes through the window. But you guess he thinks a date is worthy of a good, old fashioned, front door entrance.
Taking a deep breath, you open the door to reveal an impeccably dressed Wonho. Slim fitted, white button down, rolled up at the sleeves, left little to the imagination of this boy’s physique. You watched as that well toned chest heaved a breath, causing you to remember yourself. Your eyes shoot up to his.
But he was busy taking you in, as well. He expels the air he had just sucked in.
“You look amazing,” he says with utter sincerity.
You chuckle nervously, his comment affecting you more than you would wish. “Yes, well, it’s amazing the difference a little effort and some actual clothes can make. Have you ever seen me in anything other than my pajamas?”
“I don’t suppose I have, but I think you look beautiful either way.”
There’s silence for a beat where you stare at him for a moment too long. You clear your throat and try to gain control of your rapidly beating heart.
Trying to ease the sudden tension, your mind searches for anything to say to change the subject. You opt for poking fun at him, which is really your default.
“So, what, no flowers?” You raise an eyebrow at him in reproval.
It takes him half a second to register what you said; then his eyes fall to his empty hands as if they were the culprits who betrayed him. Glancing back up at you he looks mildly panicked and you immediately feel bad for teasing him.
Just as you’re about to tell him you’re joking, his eyes light up, a smile spreading on his face. He points to himself.
Your brows furrow in confusion. So he circles the finger around his face. “Me. I’m the flower.”
A laugh bursts from your lips.
The look on his face morphs into one of excited surprise. “And look you got me a flower too!”
With those words, he cups your cheek, effectively cutting off your laugh. You feel a blush rising up, so you swat his hand off before he can feel the tell-tale heat on your face caused by his cheesy words.
“What a dork. I thought vampires were supposed to be smooth,” you retort.
“Haha! Please! You couldn’t handle me if I put on my–” he pauses, lifting an arm up to lean on the threshold of your door “–full charm.” He leans in, giving you a wink coupled with a cocky grin.
He’s so close, you get a whiff of his cologne and you swear it makes your head spin.
You lean in too, until you’re inches from his delicious looking lips. You glance down at them; slowly his grin leaves, his expression changing at your proximity.
“You’re right,” you whisper, “I can’t handle you.”
And with that you give a quick jab to his gut, causing him to bend at the waist with a grunt as you quickly take a step back to give you both some breathing room.
“You’re mean,” he says simply before righting himself, leveling you with a look.
“I get that way when I’m hungry. Let’s roll, date!” You smile widely at him, pointing a finger out.
He just shakes his head, laughing. He grabs your outstretched hand bringing it down, then pulls you along.
He doesn’t let go of your hand and your mind doesn’t let go of that fact.
The strong breeze whips your hair behind you as the two of you stroll beside the river. There is an electrical charge in the air that could only be felt before an impending storm, but you can’t bring yourself to be worried because there is a current running through your veins that has nothing to do with the weather.
And a lot to do with the boy walking next to you.
Wonho looks over at you with a smile as you’re laughter fills the air, brought on by one of his stories of adjusting to the vampire life. Which, as it turned out, is very comical.
“What else would you like to know?”
“Hmmm…” you tap your chin in thought. There is something you are very curious about.
“You mentioned before about being part of a clan?” You ask. He cuts his eyes your way and nods hesitantly. “Could you tell me about them? Am I going to get to meet them?”
He stretches his neck, rubbing the back of it to get rid of the tension that has just settled there, trying to look nonchalant as he answers.
“I’m surprised you remember that,” he laughs, “you were pretty blissed out if I remember that night correctly. That was the night I met you, the night of my change.”
“Oh! Are you going to tell me about the change?” You ask excitedly, momentarily forgetting about your previous question.
He smiles at your excitement, then straightens up looking very serious. He waves a hand in front of both of you, as if he’s about to paint a visual with his words.
In a foreboding tone, he begins, “Picture it. It was a dark and stormy night when–”
He’s cut off from his story when you punch him in his arm.
“Ow!” He shouts, but he’s laughing, “what was that for?”
“For starters, that is so cliche,” you say. “Secondly, what do you mean it was a ‘dark and stormy night’?”
“…that it was storming and also dark?” He questions.
“No it wasn’t. I was there, remember? There was zero storming. And also, isn’t ‘dark night’ a bit redundant? How can a night be anything but dark? I mean, this is opposed to what? A sunny night? Dumb.”
“You harshly critique my story,” he puts a hand on his chest. “My heart…it’s wounded…”
Your eyes light up at the thought of another question. “Oh! Another thing! Do you even have a heart?”
“That is rather offensive,” he deadpans.
“Oh come on, you know what I mean!” You quickly backtrack.
He eyes you up and down with amusement, “you sure are nosey about the vampire gig, aren’t you?”
“You were the one who asked if there was anything else I wanted to know…” you trail off feeling a bit embarrassed by your own curiosity.
“Yeah, but I thought I’d get questions like ‘what pizza toppings do you like’ or ‘what’s your favorite color’.”
“Ok then,” you concede, “what’s your favorite color?”
“Black…like my soul,” he says dramatically, ending with a “MUAHAHAHAHA”.
“AHA! So you do have a heart!” You leap up with a triumphant whoop. “It’s about time you finally answered one of my questions!”
He laughs, but it sounds forced, “What? Why would I be dodging questions—oh look we’re here!”
Your curiosity is momentarily derailed when you see the layout before you. Next to the river’s edge, a plaid blanket covered the ground, and atop it sat a picnic basket. The smells hit your nose before you even hit the blanket, and you swear you have to keep yourself from drooling.
“This is for us?” You ask. He nods, hesitantly trying to gauge your reaction to the unconventional dinner.
“Wonho…this is…this is amazing,” you say, getting teary eyed as you sit.
Noticing this, he quickly sits next to you, pulling you into his arms. “Hey hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just…this is so sweet…” you trail off, taking in the scene. “It reminds me of my parents. We used to have picnics by the river when I was growing up. With work and everything, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen them. I guess I didn’t realize how much I miss them.”
“Perhaps you should visit them soon,” he says, continuing to hug you close. “Family is important.” The conviction in his voice at his last statement gives you momentary pause. You know there’s more behind those three words to him than he’s saying. But you know better than to push it.
“You’re absolutely right,” you say, matching his conviction.
After the delicious dinner, he vows to take you out for ice cream “like a real gentleman should”.
Fortunately, there was a ice cream shop nearby. Unfortunately it was in the mall that was always packed on the weekends.
The two of you walk in, bumping shoulders with a few people to get properly into the little parlour situated in the food court.
He looks over the crowd with a weary eye. “I should have maybe planned this better. Want to bail and go get coffee or something?”
You think about it, but, “nah, the wait shouldn’t be that long, I think most people are just hanging out. And besides, what about coffee says ‘real gentleman’? No no, proper etiquette calls for ice cream.”
He laughs, “you’re so right, what was I thinking? Why don’t you start picking out a flavor while I head to the restroom.”
You nod, thankful for the time to decide. You scan the selection behind the glass counter, tapping a finger to your lip in thought.
You’re so absorbed with reading the labels that you don’t notice the guy breaking away from the crowd to approach you, eyeing you with interest.
“There’s too many to choose from…” you mumble to yourself.
“That’s why you go big and get the three scoop. It seems excessive, but really there’s no such thing as too much ice cream,” he says when he reaches you, leaning a shoulder casually against the glass display.
You startle, realizing that the new arrival is addressing you. You look up at the boy who is smiling down at you. He’s trying to be subtle about it, but you can see his eyes roving, checking you out.
You blink at him. “There is if you’re lactose intolerant.”
His smile drops. “Um, yeah, I guess…I guess that’s true.”
“Sad but true.”
“Really a shame.”
“Truly tragic.”
“Are you always this chatty?”
“Only when I put forth effort.”
He sighs, dropping his shoulders, “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say I’m barking up the wrong tree.”
“I’m confused. In this scenario are you on the tree’s limb or barking up it’s trunk?”
His mouth pops open, then it morphs into a pout. “You’re mean.”
“Surprisingly, you’re not the first person to tell me that today.”
“…I’m not sure what part of that is supposed to surprise me.”
Ignoring that comment, you continue, “admittedly, this time it was unintentional. You’re cute, but I’m here with someone.” You eye him accusingly, “which I betyou already knew.”
He puts his hands up defensively, “I honestly didn’t; I didn’t see you walk in. I swear I’m not that kind of douchebag.”
You look at the sincerity on his face. Your defenses lower, and you now begin to feel bad for being so cold to him. So, naturally, you make up for it by teasing him. “Then what kind are you?”
“‘Scuse me?”
“You said you weren’t that kind of douchebag, so what kind are you?”
He looks like he’s taking offense, until he catches the smile creep up on your face. You stifle a laugh. He can’t contain his. And when he laughs, you notice the most adorable dimples on his face. He really is cute. Had you not been so enamored with Wonho, you would have definitely given this guy a chance.
His laughter trails off, something behind you has caught his attention.
You turn to see Wonho making his way through the crowd and back toward the counter.
The boy in front of you visibly stiffens, his eyes snapping back to yours.
“Is that the guy you came in with?” he asks with an edge of aggression that wasn’t there before.
“Um…yes…?” you tilt the end of the sentence in a question. His severe reaction to Wonho has knocked you off kilter.
“I don’t want to scare you, but you’re in danger. Come with me, I’ll get you out of here,” he grabs for your arm and begins to pull you away.
You’re so shocked, he’s dragged you several feet into the crowd before you come to your senses, jerking your arm causing him to halt.
“I don’t think so, dimples,” You scoff, incredulous of his audacity.
“Look, I’m going to need you to trust me. I’ll explain everything once we get you away from him.”
“You have 3 seconds to let go of me before I start screaming ‘stranger danger’,” you say in a flat voice, conveying how serious you were.
He’s breathing heavy through his nostrils, clearly trying to contain his annoyance. “Why do women have to be so stubborn?”
You choke out a laugh, “why do men have to be so unrelenting in their futile pursuits?”
He grinds his teeth in irritation.
“I’m not…this isn't…” he takes a breath, “this is not me trying to pick you up. I’m not that desperate, thank you. You’re boyfriend is a dangerous man.”
“A danger to your ego maybe,” you shoot back.
He cautions a quick glance at Wonho, who appears to be searching for you. “I don’t have time for this.”
With a frustrated grunt, he drops your arm. “You know what? Your problem, your funeral.”
And with that he turns around and disappears into the crowd.
You stand there momentarily stunned, trying to make sense of such a weird encounter.
A hand lands on the small of your back and you let out a surprised squeak.
Wonho laughs at your side. You didn’t even realize he’d walked up. “Jumpy? And here I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.”
You give yourself a mental shake, and try a smile. You’re not certain you succeed. “Psh, me? I’m afraid of a lot of things. Like how much jail time I would serve if I had to hurt some stranger for touching me. Luckily it was just you.”
“Just me? I’m wounded!” He says in mock offense.
“Don’t you have, like, magical healing or something?”
“Perhaps, but ice cream will expedite the process,” he grins broadly at you.
You smile back, “you aren’t wrong.”
And just as quickly as Mr. Dimples had shaken you up, Wonho has put you at ease.
You can’t help the smile on your face as you walk up to your door with Wonho.
He looks down, scuffing his feet, swinging his shoulders in mock shyness. “I had a really great time tonight,” he says, punctuating the statement with a falsetto giggle.
You laugh at his antics, pushing his arm gently, “you are such a dork.”
He laughs too, looking up at you so that you’re able to enjoy the full effect of his beautiful smile. “I’m serious though, I really did have a great night.”
You paste on your best sultry look, which apparently isn’t very convincing, if his barely contained grin is any indicator. You run your hand up his chest to his shoulder, stopping at the nape of his neck. The humor in his eyes changes to surprise.
“There’s no reason it has to end now,” you say in an attempted smokey voice. “Hows about a little night cap, yeah?” You tap at your neck.
He cocks an eyebrow, leaning into you. “Why, _______, how indecent of you.”
You open your mouth to rebut but he silences you with a finger to your lip. “That is definitely a great idea. I’ll go get some snacks, you go get comfy and pull up Dramafever.”
And with excitement in his eyes, he kisses your forehead, lingering momentarily before pulling away and dashing down the hall.
“Don’t forget the Pocky sticks!” You yell after him. He waves an arm in acknowledgement without slowing down.
You make your way inside, heading straight to your room to exchange your date outfit for your pajamas. You reach to turn on your bedside lamp when the sound of the window opening has you turning.
“There is no way you got my pocky sticks that fast,” you say to Wonho as he straightens up.
That’s when you realize it’s not Wonho at all. It’s the boy from the mall. He seems just as shocked to see you as you are to see him. But you don’t take the time to analyze that.
You quickly grab the bedside lamp and throw it towards him. He puts his arms up to brace for the impact but there was no need. You didn’t think about the fact that the lamp was plugged in; and the cord had the lamp landing lamely several feet from your intruder.
You growl in frustration, “I have got to start keeping better weapons in this room!”
You turn to run, but he’s quickly there grabbing you, stopping your retreat. And before you can let loose a scream, he clamps a hand over your mouth.
You whimper, fear pumping through your veins.
“Calm down, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you. I just didn’t want you running off. If I let you go, will you let me explain? Please?” He asks.
You nod emphatically.
He sighs. “You’re going to bolt as soon as I let you go, aren’t you?”
You shake your head no, as convincingly as you can with a hand over your mouth and an arm holding you immobile.
He throws you on the bed, then darts to block your door. He’s effectively trapped you in before you even have a chance to right yourself.
“You ok?” He asks from where he’s now stationed.
“Are you—are you seriously asking me that right now?” You ask as you stand from the bed.
“….good point. Ok. Look, I didn’t mean to scare you. Honestly I didn’t think I’d even find you in here alive. I was worried I’d be too late.”
“Dude you are seriously off your rocker. You’re crazy.”
“No, I’m a hunter. Which admittedly is a bit close some days.”
“A hunter?” You ask. Then realization dawns on you.
“Yes, and I can protect you. But I need for you to…”
“Um no thanks. I’m solid,” you interrupt.
He lets out a sad sigh, as if he’s about to break some devastating news to you.
“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you’re little boyfriend, he’s—
“A vampire,” you say.
“—a vampire, and—oh. You already know.”
“Yep.”
“Well this is different.”
“Sorry to steal your thunder.”
“Yeah, that’s usually the big reveal. I’ll live, though. Now I’m just hoping you do.”
“What’s that supposed—“
“You human?”
“Yes, most definitely. I was actually going to see if you guys were hiring. I can get Wonho here for you to…do whatever it is you do with vampires. Just let me go grab my phone.” You knew you needed to text Wonho a warning, but you couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t have him rushing here anyways.
Sadly, that struggle was moot because Dimples wasn’t falling for it. As you move towards the door, he angles his body to block you in more effectively.
“No need, he’s already here.”
In horror, you turn to face the window that is now filled up by a familiar form. He’s so focused on getting the bags of snacks over the sill, he hasn’t even looked up to see your uninvited guest.
You go to run to him, but the boy grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. That doesn’t stop you from screaming though.
“Wonho run!”
Wonho drops the bags, whipping his head up, finally taking in the scene. His eyes go wide.
“Jooheon!?”
“Hello, brother.”
Told you it was a cliffy. You totally should have listened to me. To be honest, I’m glad you didn’t listen to me, I wanted you to read it. It’s sorta why I wrote it.
Anyways! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you did, I’d kill for some feedback, it fuels me. Thanks for reading!!
Summary:After moving in with your best friend you, set out to find a new dance studio to practice at. After falling upon one close to your apartment, you decide to give it a try. Little did you know though, there will a beautiful instructor waiting for you in that studio, that you just won’t be able to get enough of.
Songs Mentioned: the songs mentioned in the fic are Dancing With a Stranger by Sam Smith and Normani and The Only Exception by Paramore. If you’ve never heard them, I highly recommend you listen to them! It also is nice to know what they sounds like when you are reading the lyrics in this fic :)
A/N: I tried my best to proof read this, but knowing me there will still be spelling/grammar mistakes. Please don’t mind them, I will fix them up later
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You rest yourself against the cool marble countertop in your kitchen as your roommate Jisoo swiftly walks past you. The speed of her strides sending a puff of fragrant air towards you. You watch her curiously as she hastily walks through your apartment with a basket of freshly washed laundry resting on her hip.
She finally sets herself on the couch and places the basket down on the coffee table. You smile to yourself before removing your body from the counter. You walk over and take the seat beside her, grabbing a shirt from the top of the basket as you sit.
You start to fold the shirt, enjoying the silence between you two. You have only been living with Jisoo for a few weeks now, but the experience has been nothing shy of enjoyable. You two have been best friends since you were kids, so when the opportunity for you to live together came up, you jumped on it. So far you have nothing to complain about.
“Have you found a studio yet?” Jisoo questions, while giving you a once over. You’re wearing what most people would deem workout attire, so you can only assume Jisoo already knows the answer to her question.
You have been in search of a dance studio for a few weeks now. You use to dance at a local place near your parents house, but since you’ve moved in with Jisoo, it is sadly much too far away to go to now.
You’d say dance was more of a hobby for you, your days of recitals and showcases far behind you. You thought about just letting it go, and not finding a new studio, but even in just a few short weeks, you miss being able to let off some steam and learn new choreos. Dancing was just one of those things for you that would never lose interest in.
“Actually, yes, I found a studio a few blocks away that I have heard is really good. I already signed up for a class. It starts in an hour,” you tell Jisoo happily.
The studio you found has amazing reviews and it seems like people really enjoy it there. The price for classes is very acceptable and they offer a lot of options. You decided on a hip hop class to start because it was always your favorite class when you were younger, and the one you are most confident in your abilities in. You decide that if you don’t enjoy the hip hop class at this new place, then there really was not going to be a need for you to stay there.
“Why haven’t you left yet then?” Jisoo questions with an eyebrow raised. She laughs at you before focusing her attention on the shirt in her hands.
“Because I have an hour and it’s practically around the corner,” you answer slowly.
You do like to be on time for things, but not that on time.
Jisoo laughs as you again. “This is just like on the first day of school Y/n you always want to be early. Scope everyone out. Maybe you’ll find a hot guy at this studio,” Jisoo adds the last part excitingly.
You scoff at her, “I doubt it.”
Although the idea of finding someone who was as passionate for dance as you are, was always high on your list of fantasies, but you doubt that you will find your love on the dance floor of this new studio. Hopefully some new friends, but you are sure the idea of love is unlikely.
“You never have any fun, you never give anything a chance. I bet there is going to be some cute guy at that studio and you’re just going to brush him off, per usual,” Jisoo states blandly. The tone of her voice causing an itch to settle over your skin.
“I do not do that,” you retort, getting up from your seat on the couch. You can feel Jisoo’s eyes watch you as you move. You can tell she’s not angry, just slightly annoyed by the tone of her voice.
You walk over to your door and start to put on your shoes. Eager now to take Jisoo’s advice and leave.
You are going to be honest here, even if you don’t want to be. Jisoo is kinda right. You “brush” people off, even if you don’t mean to. The idea of someone finding interest in you scares you. You get nervous and don’t know how to react. Whenever you see someone who you think is cute, you immediately deem them to be out of your league and you throw out any possibility of trying to talk to them. You will deny it to Jisoo though, because you know that the only way for you to stop doing it is for you to be confident in yourself and get over your fears on your own. You’ve been trying to work on it, really you have. However, there hasn’t been any opportunities for you to be brave recently. You are actually hoping for a fresh start at this studio though. You want to start your time there being sociable and confident.
“Mhm,” Jisoo hums to herself. “Whenever you see a guy that you think is attractive you always tell me all about him, but when I ask if you did anything to try and talk to him, you just say that the timing wasn’t right or something.”
You huff out a puff of air. She knows you so well.
“I’ll be home after 8,” you inform her before opening the door.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jisoo yells back before you close the door.
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You walk into the dance studio, being pleased with how nice it looks from the outside. The lobby is quite cozy with a few people resting and chatting at a table near the far left corner. You walk up to the front desk and are met by a girl who looks to be around your age. She greets you with warm smile.
“Hi, I’m here for the 7 o’clock hip hop class, my name is Y/n,” you state politely.
The girl types something on her computer before turning back to you. “You’re all set, it’s in studio 3, just down the hall. There isn’t a class in there, so you can go ahead and go in,” she points towards the hallway just to the left of her desk and you smile.
You offer her a thank you before you make your way down the hall.
You curiously look at all of the posters and pictures that liter the walls. Many of them being action shots of dancers. You finally make it to a glass door with “Studio 3” written on it. You peer in to see a few people spread around the room either talking or stretching. You take a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside.
You notice once you enter, that the room is light and airy. The temperature, although a little on the cooler side, feels refreshing for a studio. The room doesn’t feel at all stuffy and the lights seem to make the whole area feel comforting. You smile at all this, feeling more and more pleased with the place. A few people turn to you and all offer you smiles. You feel warmed by this.
You look around the room and spot a row of cupboards on the wall. You walk over to them and find an empty one to place your bag in. You start to change your shoes when you hear the studio door open and a warm voice announce to the room.
“Hi everyone,” the voice states happily.
You turn to look and your eyes land on a man. He is standing near the door and you feel all the air you have in your lungs escape in a short exhale. His blonde hair is falling nicely on his forehead and his eyes are soft and inviting. His facial features are sharp, but the smile he is wearing is in such contrast. You let your eyes wander for a few seconds before you turn back to putting your shoes on. Your fingers start to fumble a bit as you register that you will be dancing in the same room as such a beautiful man. You can tell just by looking at him that he is a good dancer. He just has that presence about him and clearly everyone around here knows him, he was greeted just as warmly as he greeted everyone else.
Immediately Jisoo’s words comes into your ear.
Don’t brush.
You feel a blush creep up to your cheeks. You promised yourself you would try and be brave, but all of that has just now been thrown out the window. That man is way too beautiful for you to try and be brave.
You finish up changing you shoes and stuff all of your things away into the cupboard. You check your phone one last time before you hear someone say your name behind you.
“Who knows me here?” your brain questions.
You turn around curiously as a girl approaches you with her arms extended outward for a hug. You recognize her immediately and happily accept her embrace. You two hug for a second before pulling away. She still looks just the same as she did when you last saw her. Annoyingly beautiful with a smile as warm and sweet as toasted marshmallows.
“It’s been forever, how are you?” Irene questions excitingly.
You smile at her, “I’m doing great, how are you?”
You use to dance with Irene at your old studio. You were quite close for a few years, but lost touch once she moved away with her family.
“I’m great, I can’t believe you’re here. When did you switch studios?” she questions.
You look at her and can’t help but smile remembering all the memories you have together. Irene could always make you smile and was just generally such a nice person to be around.
“Just a few weeks ago actually. I moved into an apartment here and finally got around to finding a new studio that’s closer to my place,” you reply and Irene’s face lights up.
“What a coincidence that you picked this one. I’m so excited you’re here. I actually was just thinking a few days ago about how much I missed my favorite partner,” Irene states with a giggle, poking at your arm lightly.
You offer her a smile as you feel a sense of relief rush over you. The fact that you now have someone here that you can talk with, makes you feel all the much better. Dancing in your opinion is always more fun when you have someone you can do it with.
“So what’s the deal here?” you question as you set your phone back into your bag.
“Well this class has been running for like a month now, but Yuta is really good about making it so people can join as they please. We are learning a new choreo today, so you started on the right day,” Irene replies, before taking a sip of her water.
“Is Yuta the instructor?” you question a little confused. Any instructor you have ever had before, you always called them Mr. or Mrs. whatever their last name is. You’ve never referred to an instructor so casually.
“Yeah, he is probably the best instructor I have ever had. He’s super nice and an incredible dancer. He has such a good energy about him and he does really well with explaining and demonstrating choreographies. Not to mention that the choreos he creates are nothing shy of amazing.” Irene looks almost star stuck as she talks about Yuta. You can’t help but admire that.
“Which one is Yuta?” you question while scanning the room. You notice the beautiful man from earlier is talking to a shorter brunette guy by the giant stereo system. You look at him for a second before turning your attention back to Irene.
“He’s the blonde one over there in the Chicago bulls windbreaker,” Irene says pointing towards the stereo. Your eyes double as you realize she is talking about the beautiful man you’ve been staring at since he entered the room.
“That is Yuta?” you question with wide eyes. You feel a blush creep itself up onto your cheeks.
Well if you thought you were nervous before about dancing next to him, now you feel like you’re going to explode because you have to dance, his own choreography, forhim.
“I know, he’s handsome isn’t he,” Irene states with a giggle.
The chatter in the studio starts to lesson as Yuta’s voice bounces off the walls. “Alright guys, let’s get started.”
Irene lets out a giggle before linking her arm with yours and dragging you towards the center of the room. You feel out of place at first but the feeling of Irene being next to you, helps you to start to feel a little more grounded.
You watch as Yuta smiles brightly at everyone in the room. His eyes land on you for a second and he offers you a smile. The eye contact ends as quick as it began and he is averting his attention to someone else. You feel your cheeks continue to burn as the image of Yuta’s eye contact replays itself in your mind. Surprisingly, you want more.
Yuta starts the class by leading everyone in some stretching. The atmosphere is happy and Yuta talks lightly with a few of the other dancers. Irene asks you a bit about your apartment and promises to show you a few good restaurants near your place.
You quickly realize that you really like it here. The atmosphere perfectly fits what you were looking for. Just a big group of people passionate about dancing. So far no one seems to be here for any reason other than to have a good time. Everyone is chatting lightly with each other while you stretch. Your last studio focused too much on their competitions and everyone was usually silent and focused. As you grew older the intensity became quite annoying. You just wanted to have fun, you didn’t care about anything else.
Once everyone seemed all stretched and ready, Yuta stands up and begins the class.
~
You end the last dance with a bead of sweat running down your temple and a smile on your face. The music fades out as the whole room claps together and Yuta dismisses everyone. The choreo Yuta taught you guys was moderately easy, but extremely fun. It makes you feel like a piece of your heart has found its way back home now that you have danced again.
When Irene said that Yuta was an incredible dancer, she surely wasn’t lying. He is able to dance with this energy about him that captures the entire room. His movements are fluid and precise, while his expressions are always on point. You couldn’t help the way you stared at him as he effortlessly executed the routine he was teaching you.
Also the fact that he has this flawlessly handsome appearance didn’t help anything.
“How was it?” Irene questions as you two make it to the cupboards to grab your things and change your shoes.
“It was amazing! I haven’t felt this good after a class in a long time,” you reply as you remove your shoes and stuff them into your bag.
“That’s how I felt the first time too. It’s so nice and relaxed here, it’s just people having fun dancing,” Irene replies.
“That’s exactly what I was feeling,” you add, turning to her with a smile. You notice someone coming up to your right, so you turn to look at them. You lock eyes with Yuta and feel your chest clench. He is a bit sweaty but his eyes are bright and he wears a beautiful smile atop is lips.
“Hi, sorry I didn’t get to greet you earlier. I’m Yuta, I hope you liked the class,” Yuta says to you with a blinding smile. You feel your body start to melt into a puddle.
“I loved it, I’m Y/n,” you reply slowly, unsure of what else to say. You feel your grip on your bag tighten.
You look over at Irene who is planting a kiss on the guy’s cheek who was next to the stereo with Yuta earlier. You learned through the class that his name is Ten and he is Yuta’s assistant and friend.
“You are a really good dancer Y/n,” Ten states to you with a soft smile. “Your motions are very strong.”
You feel warm at the compliment.
“She really is isn’t she?,” Irene begins, “Y/n and I use to dance with each other when we were kids. She was probably the best in our whole studio.”
Irene looks at you happily, while wrapping her arm around Ten’s. You practically choke at her words.
“Thank you but I wouldn’t say I was the best. Not when you were there at least,” you reply with a laugh, to which Irene joins in.
“Nevertheless, I agree, you are really good,” Yuta adds from beside you. All you can do is smile at him.
Hearing the compliment come from him makes the warming feeling stick itself to you. It feels like a dream that someone as amazing as him would complement your dancing.
“Will you be back on Thursday?” Ten questions. You feel three pairs of eyes turn to look at you.
“Of course,” you reply softly, earning smiles from everyone.
Yuta nods from beside you before excusing himself to talk to another dancer.
You feel your pulse begin to slow from it’s quick pace as you, Irene, and Ten start to walk towards the door to leave. You turn your head as you are leaving and take one last glance at Yuta. He is packing his things with a soft expression. You smile to yourself before exiting the studio.
~
The following week you are back putting your shoes away at your usual cupboard, when Irene walks up next to you. You turn to her and smell the sweet scent of vanilla coming off of her.
“Hi,” you say happily, giving her a big smile.
Before she can get a word in, you watch as Ten wraps his arms around her waist causing a squeal to fall from her lips. You find the brightness on her face to be quite adorable, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you a bit jealous.
Her and Ten always look so cute as they sneak glances at each other throughout class and their smiles are always radiant when the other is around. You learned a few classes ago that Irene met Ten at the studio and they’ve been dating for the better part of 5 months.
Once Ten releases Irene he turns to you and offers you a toothy grin.
“Hi Y/n, how are you?” Ten questions happily. You can’t help but smile at his energy.
“I’m great Ten, how are you?” you reply happily, slipping your shoes into the cupboard.
“Good,” he replies. He gives Irene a quick peck on the cheek before excusing himself.
Irene gives you a goofy look as she watches Ten walk away.. You turn over your shoulder and watch as Ten makes his way over to Yuta, punching his arm as he comes up next to him. The expression on Yuta’s face seems annoyed as he continues to eye Ten through a slitted gaze. Ten doesn’t seem fazed.
You avert your attention back to your cupboard and wait for Yuta to gather everyone to start class.
~ Later that class period, you and Irene are going through a new part of the choreo together as the studio buzzes with light chatter. The other people in the room practicing like you are, while chatting amongst themselves.
“Is your arm supposed to be more diagonal at 6 or closer to your ear?” Irene questions to you. She alternates her arm between each motion variation as you watch her.
“Diagonal,” you reply before demonstrating that part of the 8 count to her. She smiles with a nod before repeating the same motion a few times to commit it to memory.
You two continue to practice silently for a few more seconds, and you don’t seem to notice as Yuta softly comes up behind you. You are too engrossed in your own thoughts to notice him, but his presence finally becoming aware when his voice cuts through your ears, making you to jump a bit. He notices your fright and smiles.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” Yuta offers. Irene snorts from beside you. You give her a look that only causes her smile to grow.
“Make sure you keep your elbow up at 4 okay, you don’t want it horizontal,” Yuta offers to you. You stand, a bit confused at his correction and absentmindedly bring your elbow up to the intended move as Yuta watches. You start to move your elbow up and down, trying to determine the perfect angle. You feel a cold spark rush over your skin though when you feel Yuta’s light fingers touch your forearm. He applies light pressure, signalling for you to raise your elbow upward. You suck in your breath as you move your elbow as he wants. Never before having ever been this close to Yuta, you can’t help it when your mind starts to feel mushy, and a soft blush making its way up to your cheeks. Happy with your arm placement Yuta removes his fingers and then leaves you to go check on another dancer.
You stand in the same position for a second before slowly dropping your arms down to your waist.
You look over at Irene who is slightly shaking her head at you.
“What?” you question.
Irene just shakes her head and smiles.
~
It has been a few weeks since you started at the studio and you would be lying if you said your entire life does not feel like it has begun to revolve around you going to the studio. Every waking moment you feel your body craving to be back there. You find your class to be the best you’ve ever had the privilege of attending, and with even just one foot placed inside the building, you feel your mind relax and a smile makes its way onto your lips.
Yuta is able to come up with these choreographies that are always so fun and energizing to learn. The amount of confidence and power you feel while executing them is so addicting.
You and Irene have completely rekindled your friendship and you are able to talk and laugh like you never were apart.
You try to tell yourself that these are the only reasons you love coming to the studio, but let’s be real here. We all know those are not the only reasons. You can’t quite explain it, but Yuta has this power over you that you have never felt before. He doesn’t even pay much attention to you, just a smile while stretching and a goodbye at the end of the day, but you just can’t seem to understand what it is that’s making you so interested in him. You tried to tell yourself it was just his dancing and the fact that he is probably one of the most handsome men you’ve ever had the privilege of looking at, but if you’re being honest, it is much more than that.
It is his smile. The way it lights up a room.
It is his caring personality and passion, and the way he is able to joke and laugh.
It is the way he is so patient and kind with everyone in the class, never once getting frustrated.
Most of all, it is just the way he makes everyone feel like they are welcome.
Irene has noticed your fondness towards Yuta, and decided to make it a goal to tease you every day about it.
~
You step out of your bedroom happily and walk towards your front door. Jisoo is lounging on the couch, watching a movie when she pauses it upon your entrance. You turn to her.
“I booked a private room at the studio tonight, I’ll be back a little later,” you tell her with a smile.
Jisoo looks at you. “Is the hot instructor going to be there?” she questions with an eyebrow raised.
You originally tried to keep Yuta a secret from her, but she was able to notice you wearing perfume one day to class and saw through every lie your tried to throw at her about it. Once the gates were open about Yuta, Jisoo listened as you poured out all of your thoughts about him. His dancing, his personality, the whole nine yards. She listened intently to you, as you gushed to her over your school girl like crush. Once you were down Jisoo gave you her signature eyebrow raise and you knew exactly what words she was about to scold you with. You quickly informed her before she could get a word in, that you were certainly not brushing Yuta, to which she rolled her eyes at you. You then promised that you would have Irene help you talk to him and Jisoo seemed satisfied enough to drop the scold from the tip of her tongue. Little does she know though, that that will probably never happen.
“I honestly don’t know,” you respond while slipping your shoes on.
Jisoo sucks in air as you swing your bag over your shoulder.
“Well have fun, I am going out tonight so let me know when you get home if I am not still here,” Jisoo states with a soft smile. You nod to her before leaving the apartment.
~
You walk into the studio giving a soft smile to the girl behind the reception desk. She nods back at you with a smile matching your own.
“Studio 6 is open for you,” she states softly, already knowing what you were going to ask before you asked it.
You nod to her before slipping your way down the hall.
You are making your way around the corner, when you notice Yuta and Ten standing in the hallway.
“Come on Ten, just stay,” Yuta practically whines. Ten chuckles as you feel your cheeks start to flush at Yuta’s tone of voice. It’s so soft and cute.
“I’m tired Yuta and plus Irene is making me dinner,” Ten whines causing a pout to spread across Yuta’s face.
You watch as Yuta drags his hand down Ten’s arm with big puppy dog eyes. Never before have you ever seen Yuta look so soft. It causes a huge tingle to spread itself through your chest. You can’t seem to stop yourself as you let out a rather gross and loud snort at the sight of Yuta. Both of the boys whip their heads in your direction, a huge shit eating grin plastering on Ten’s face as he notices you. Yuta drops his hand from Ten.
“Y/n! What brings you here?” Ten practically yells as he walks over to you, seeming ecstatic to get away from Yuta.
“Just came for a bit of practice,” you begin, “I booked a private room”.
“What a coincidence,” Ten gushes to you. “Yuta is here to practice too and what better way to practice, than with the master himself. Why don’t you practice with Yuta?”
You feel your eyes grow wide as Ten leans into you, “please say yes, he’s too clingy for me and I want to go home. Also Irene has told me about how much you admire dear Yuta, now you two can have some alone time.” You feel your eyes practically burst out of your head as Ten lets his words roll confidently off his tongue as his eyebrows raise with excitement, quite pleased with your reaction to his statement.
You are going to kill Irene the next time you see her.
You stare at Ten as he waves to you before practically skipping down the hall and out of sight. You let your eyes wander for a second before they fall on Yuta who is staring at you. You swallow down your embarrassment and slowly make your way over to him.
“Do you want to practice with me?” Yuta questions, before giving you a soft smile.
You look at him for a second and then give him a nod. “That would be great.”
You both make your way into the studio and you continue over to the cupboards to set your things down, seemingly feeling quite out of place. Your anxiety starts to skyrocket as you notice how silent the studio is. The usual sound of soft chatter and laughter far gone as you are hyper aware that you are in fact alone in this big room of mirrors with only Nakamoto Yuta himself.
You finish setting your stuff down and make your way over to center of the room. Yuta has his back to you, as he fiddles with the stereo. You look at the curvature of his back as you snake your eyes up to his strong shoulders. You quickly snap the image from your mind as you sit down to take the opportunity to stretch out on the floor. You are stretching out your arm when you look back up at Yuta. You notice his gaze through the mirror before he averts his attention back to the stereo. You brush this off and switch arms.
Once you are done stretching, Yuta turns around and you stand up.
“What were you going to practice today?” Yuta questions. You look at him through the mirror.
“I was going to go over what you taught last week…” your voice trails off. “After that, I think I was just going to mess around, maybe freestyle or something.”
Yuta nods at this before selecting the song on his phone.
“Lets see what you got,” Yuta states with a sharp edge to his voice. The hairs on your arms raise at his tone and you can’t help but smile.
The music starts to flood through the studio and Yuta joins you in the center of the floor. You take in a deep breath before you and Yuta both start the choreography.
~
You continue through the “private” lesson with ease, going through one choreo to the next. You find yourself lost in the way Yuta dances, as he looks completely at peace next to you. You notice more than once, his eyes traveling across your frame, but you account it to be just because you are the only one here, and that he is just simply checking your form.
His soft gaze falls on you again as you shout over the music that you are excusing yourself to get some water.
You make it to your water bottle and take a few much needed sips. You turn to watch Yuta as he starts to freestyle to the music. His eyebrows drawn together as a look of concentration spreads across his face. Your eyes freely dancing across him, enjoying how his skin glows under the studio light. His cheeks are slightly flushed but he looks so effortlessly beautiful that way.
You watch him with contentment as his perfect movements seem to draw you deeper and deeper towards him. You find yourself sighing as you try and peel your gaze off him. Realizing quickly that you are becoming way too attached to the idea of him. He is really just your instructor isn’t he. I mean maybe after today you could call him your friend, but that’s probably about it. You tried to tell yourself a few weeks ago while laying in bed one night, that you wouldn’t brush this time. You would find a way to one day look Yuta in the eyes and try your best to get close to him. However, after just a few practices, you quickly realized that Yuta was unlike anyone you had ever met before. His genuity and charm quickly sucked you up. Yuta makes your mind go fuzzy and your body feel like it wants to turn a deep shade of crimson. Yuta is just so intimidating to you.
You think back to the beginning of the lesson, when you were extremely nervous to be in the presence of Yuta. The idea that he was more physically closer to you than he had ever been before, making your chest feel like it was about to explode. However, after a few routines and Yuta’s humor, you feel quite relaxed. The air around you two light and you seem to enjoy each other’s company. You learned that he had been dancing since he was in middle school and he has always wanted to be a choreographer.
You take your eyes off Yuta as the lyrics to the song slip past your ears and you close your eyes, humming to yourself.
I need somebody who can take control
I know exactly what I need to do
‘Cause I don’t want to be alone tonight
You open your eyes slowly and notice Yuta is staring at you. His eyes slightly hooded as he continues to dance along slowly to the music. You can’t tell if it’s because of the song, or maybe it even has something to do with Yuta’s gaze, but you find yourself setting your water bottle down as you make your way over to him. All thoughts in your mind gone as you walk across the dance floor. You watch his movements for a bit before deciding to try and match him. He catches your gaze through the mirror and gives you a smirk. Yuta takes his hand and rests it on your hip. He looks at you in the mirror, checking to make sure you are okay with this. You smile and start to move with him. The heat of his large hand seeping deep into the skin of your side.
Look what you made me do,
I’m with somebody new
Ooh, baby, baby, I’m dancing with a stranger
You and Yuta continue to move together, making up your movements as you go. Yuta’s hand slides from where it was placed on your hip, and he brings his fingers up to your arm and traces down it to the rhythm of the song. You giggle at the slight tickle his digits admit and Yuta smiles.
You turn your head slightly to glance at yourself in the mirror. A slow bead of sweat sliding its way down your face as you sway to the music, Yuta standing behind you. You watch his face as his lips come close to your neck. The feeling of his hot breath fanning over the skin above your collarbone. He pulls his head away quickly and his eyes meet yours in the mirror. All you can do is look at him, lost in a fantasy. The feeling of his breath, the touch of his skin, all bleeding into your imagination. Oh how much you crave all that is Nakamoto Yuta.
The song seems to end too soon, and you and Yuta are breathing heavily, both wearing matching grins as you step away from each other.
“We probably should get going,” Yuta states, looking over at the clock on the wall.
You follow his gaze and nod, realizing the time. You feel a ping of sadness settle in you though, at the realization that you will have to leave this daydream of a night.
You give Yuta one last final glance through the mirror before you both make your way to the cupboards and collect your things.
You find your way out of the building, both politely smiling to the receptionist as you exit. You walk out into the night air, a chill rushing its way up your legs. The temperature contrast feeling nice on your burning skin. Whether the burn is from your recent work out of dancing, or the memory of Yuta on your skin, you will never know.
“My car is this way,” Yuta begins softly, “I can drive you home.” You are caught off guard for a second as you turn to look at him. His eyes are shining under the streetlight as he looks at you. You drop your gaze to notice the keys in his hand before you shake your head slowly.
“Oh no, that’s okay. I live just a few blocks away. It would be a waste to drive. Besides the air outside feels nice,” you reply, giving him a small smile.
You don’t think you could stand being in close corners with Yuta anymore. His scent of wood and fresh peeled citrus is enough to set your insides more on fire than they already are. At least out here the wind takes his intoxicating scent away before it can get to you.
“Oh, then I’ll walk you home,” Yuta insists while shoving his keys into his pocket.
A prickle of nervousness erupts through your body at his words.
You are about to tell him not to bother, when he starts to walk away from you and down the street. You stand there frozen for a second before you let out a deep sigh.
The universe is really doing this to you tonight isn’t it.
You watch Yuta as he continues to walk down the sidewalk, not stopping once to see if you were following him. With another sigh, you break out into a swift jog until you have met up with Yuta’s long strides. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, before smirking to himself.
You really want to kiss that smirk right of his beautiful face.
You two continue down the street in silence for a few seconds before you can’t quite seem to stand it anymore. The sound of the wind picking up around you eats away at your insides.
“So how did you and Ten meet?” you question softly, picking at the strap of your bag.
“We met in high school actually, through mutual friends,” Yuta replies.
You focus on the cement beneath your feet as you continue walking with Yuta. “What was he like back then?”
He walks for a second before chuckling to himself lightly. “I actually thought he was shy at first, but we all know how that went.”
You laugh at his reply. Completely understanding the misconception. You use to think the same thing about Irene. Maybe that is why they fit so well together.
“You and Irene used to dance together right?” Yuta questions, looking at you.
You nod.
“Yeah we trained at the same studio for about 5 years together until she had to move with her parents. We were pretty close actually, and we were usually always the two picked to do duets together,” you reply smiling, thinking fondly back to the old memories.
“I can honestly tell though, you two work really well together,” Yuta adds smiling. You feel bubbly from his words.
The conversation drops as you feel a splash of liquid fall onto your cheek. Startled, you stop walking and look up at the sky. Yuta notices this and turns to face you. You watch in astonishment as a swirl of dark angry clouds find their way circling above your head. The wind picks up around you, blowing your hair off your shoulders.
Yuta follows your gaze to the sky and a large raindrop finds itself smashed right in the center of his forehead. He lets out a soft “oh” at the sensation.
You drop your gaze from the sky to look at Yuta. Who is already looking at you with an expression of surprise.
You two stand there for a second, both seeming glued to your spots on the pavement.
Within the next instant, the few raindrops you felt prior, turn into a million and you begin to become soaked from the precipitation.
You can feel your shirt as it clings tightly to your body, now being weighed down by the weight of the rain. You watch as fat droplets land onto Yuta’s face. Sliding down his chiseled cheeks allowing the streetlight to catch the angulature of his face and make his skin glow.
In a burst of energy, you reach your hand down to grasp onto Yuta’s. You pull his arm and start to drag him down the street towards your apartment.
Yuta doesn’t object to this and allows you to pull him until you have reached the front of your building.
You pull him quickly under the safety of the awning. You release his hand before trying to pull your clothes away from your drenched body. Yuta lets out a low chuckle, causing you to look up at him. His smile growing bigger by the second.
“I didn’t think it was suppose to rain at all today,” Yuta states out, the smile staying static across his lips.
“Me either,” you begin. You look down to yourself and register just how wet you two actually are. “Why don’t you come in, get yourself dry and wait out the rain before you head back to your car.”
“I’ll be fine Y/n don’t worry about me,” Yuta starts, readjusting his bag on his shoulder.
You give him a hard gaze. A loud crack of lighting lights up the sky next to you causing you to jump from the shock. Yuta’s eye grow big as he too was startled.
“On second thought, maybe I should come in for a bit,” Yuta finally sighs.
You nod to him before turning to open the door. Once your back is to him, you can’t help the smile that finds its way on your face.
You finally get the door open, and step in to lead the way to your apartment, your shoes making a gross sloshing sound as you walk down the hallway. The chill of the building air hits your wet and exposed legs and you shiver.
You make it to your apartment door and eagerly step inside, dropping your bag down and slipping your wet shoes off. Yuta comes up behind you and does the same.
“I am going to go dry off and change,” you begin slowly. Your train of thought stopping as you consider Yuta. What is he going to wear?
“I can try and see if we have anything that would fit you,” you offer, looking at him with a knitted expression.
“Oh don’t worry about it, I have extra clothes in my bag that I can change into,” Yuta clarifies, causing a sense of relief to rush over you. You weren’t very hopeful that you would have anything for him to wear anyway.
“Okay, I’ll come back with a towel for you in a minute,” you state softly before excusing yourself to your bedroom.
After a long struggle of trying to peel off your wet clothing, you finally get changed and grab a few towels. You brush through your hair quickly and exit your room to find Yuta.
You step into the living room and you practically drop the towels at the sight in front of you.
Yuta is standing near your couch with his wet clothes in his arms. He now has on a new set of grey sweatpants that hang just low enough to expose the waistband of his black boxers. Your eyes travel upward catching slightly on the exposure of his hips. The bones protruding out slightly. His torso is bare of a shirt, and small water droplets litter his chest, making him look like he is glistening. His abdomen and forearms are layered with muscle and cause your cheeks to heat in an instant. You snap your gaze up to Yuta’s face just as he seems to notice your presence.
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were changing,” you blurt out quickly. Turning around to have your back facing the beautiful man in your living room.
You hear Yuta chuckle from behind you.
“Don’t worry, I am already changed, I just actually don’t have and extra shirt. Could I put this in your dryer maybe?” he questions softly.
You let yourself breath slowly as you try and collect your composure. After a few more shaky breaths, you turn yourself back around.
“Of course,” you answer, making sure to keep your eyes glued on his face.
You walk across the room and offer Yuta a towel. He accepts it graciously and hands over his wet clothes. You take them and quickly turn to make your way to your laundry area. You throw his clothes into the thankfully empty dryer and set it on a cycle.
You come back out into the living room to see Yuta rubbing his hair with the towel. “Would you like something to drink?” you question, skipping the living room and walking towards your kitchen.
“Water please, thank you,” he replies, lowering the towel from his head.
You disappear into the kitchen and quickly let yourself crouch down, letting out a letting out a long sigh.
Yuta is in my apartment right now. Nakamoto Yuta is in my apartment, he is shirtless and wet, and I am freaking the hell out in the kitchen.
You feel the veins in your chest pump profusely as your heart rate picks up speed. You screw your eyes shut and try to calm your breathing when you hear Yuta’s voice break through the silent apartment.
“You have a record player?” he questions, happiness, apparent in his voice.
You open up your eyes and stare at your kitchen floor. You feel your breath steady as you try to keep your voice even. “Yeah, you can play something if you want,” you call back. You hear a bit of shuffling and you determine that he picking something to play.
You pull yourself up from your position and get yourself and Yuta a glass of water. You drink about half of your glass before refilling it and turning to make your way back into the living room. Collecting yourself as you do.
You hear the scratching of the record player before the soft sounds of Paramore’s The Only Exception, start to fill your ears. You smile to yourself, as this is your favorite record. You would have not picked Yuta for being a Paramore fan, but you are surely not complaining.
You walk out of the kitchen and notice Yuta standing over your vinyl set. His back to you. Your eyes trace up the tight muscles of his shoulders and you feel a heat start to spread across your lower stomach. The sight of him becoming too much for you to handle. You make your way over to him and hand him his water. He accepts it and you watch him take a sip as he sways to the music.
When I was younger I saw
My daddy cry, and curse at the wind
You set down your drink and look over at Yuta. He has since set his own drink down and is also looking at you. He stares at you for a second before taking his hand and extending it to you, silently asking you to dance. You almost thinking about declining given the circumstances. He is shirtless and you are way more affected by it than you care to admit. You stare at his hand for a few seconds like a complete idiot, contemplating the idea of dancing with him. You finally decide to screw all the rushing thoughts in your head. You’ve already made it this far and clearly he is comfortable enough to offer the dance. You look up at him and slowly slide your hand into his grip. The feeling bringing back that signature blush to you cheeks.
And that was the day I promised
I would never sing of love
If does not exist
You let your gaze look up into Yuta’s as he pulls you close, his right hand sliding itself, to the small of your back. You are close enough to him to feel the heat the radiates from him, but not close enough to touch. You two begin to sway slowly together, matching the rhythm of the song.
“Is there any kind of dance you are bad at?” Yuta questions cheerfully, completely catching you off guard
You laugh at his question, but don’t answer, too stunned by everything happening right now to form a coherent sentence.
You look over at where your hands are intertwined and Yuta releases your back before moving his arm to twirl you around. You feel your stomach flutter and you can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips. You return back to your original position with Yuta, who now has a smile on his perfect pink lips. The feeling of the spin and the smell of Yuta, starts to cloud your head and your smile quickly falls. His sweet words flowing like courage through your body.
Darling,
you are the only exception
You can’t seem to help it when your eyes fall down to look onto Yuta’s lips. Soft and plump. The desire to known just how they taste, comes rushing through your body.
You are the only exception
Before your judgement can even seem to catch you, your face pushes forward and your lips softly connect to Yuta’s. You both stop swaying and your mind blanks as you feel just how incredibly soft and irresistable Yuta’s lips are. You both pull away a few seconds later and you let your eyes flutter open. The realization hits you as you looking into the saucers that are now Yuta’s eyes. You both release each other and Yuta breaks eye contact.
You just kissed him. You just went ahead and kissed him. Why are you such an idiot?!
“Ugh, ” Yuta begins staring straight at you. The look on his face feeling like the weight of a million bricks has come crashing down on top of your body.
A rush a guilt washes over you and you want to cry.
You fucked it up Y/n, you really fucked it up. For once in your life you actually do something, and you mess the whole damn thing up.
You start to grow panicked, “I am so sorry Yuta, I can’t believe I just did that,” you mumble the last part to yourself and you lower your head.
“I really like you Y/n,” Yuta spits out, causing your eyes to flash up to him. “I have liked you practically from the moment you stepped into the dance studio, but I didn’t want to make anything awkward between us. I tried to stay away or not make any advances on you, but I don’t know what just happened to me. I just got caught up, I’m sorry I kissed you, that was wrong. You can totally find a new instructor, I completely understand,” Yuta looks at you with sorrow filled eyes. A deep crimson blush dusting his ears. One perfectly matching that of the one on your cheeks right now.
What is he even talking bout?
You grow confused with his confession. “What are you talking about Yuta, I kissed you just now?”
Yuta’s brows knit together with your question.
“I know it was so wrong of me. I just couldn’t help it. Shit I feel like I took advantage of you,” you rush out, growing more embarrassed with each passing second.
“I thought I kissed you though?” Yuta states out, confusion dripping from his words.
“I have liked you from the first time I saw you. You’re just so caring and sweet and I just couldn’t seem to shake you from my mind. You are always so willing to help everyone and your smile makes the entire room light up. Your dancing is addicting to watch. Everything was going great, but then you had to go and take your shirt off and god damn you’re just so incredibly hot and…” You slap your hand over your mouth, embarrassed by the words that you just let spew out.
I really just called him hot… to his face…
Yuta straightens up as his eyes narrow at you. His whole demeanor seeming to change at the flip of a switch. His jaw tenses as he walks straight over to you and grabs your hand to pull it from your mouth before smashing his lips to yours. Much rougher than the kiss before. His lips engulf your top one as he push into you, his body going flush with yours. You let out a gasp as he pulls away before tilting his head and reconnecting your lips at a new angle. The feeling of his lips forming over your own, causes all of the blood in your body to rush to your head.
You feel your mind slip away to the feeling of Yuta. His name being painted behind your eyelids as his lips continue to move across yours, stealing all of your breath.
Yuta releases your hand before resting his palms on your hips as his digits start to squeeze into your skin. His mouth parts slightly as the slickness of his wet muscle comes into contact with your bottom lip. He touches it slightly before you release your lips. He starts to explore your mouth, his tongue tasting of mint as it meets yours. Your hands travel up to trace into his blonde locks, still slightly wet from the rain. You yank on them slightly, causing Yuta to sigh into your mouth. The sound causing a wave of need to pulse between your legs.
As you continue to kiss Yuta hungrily, your mouths moving together, you feel his hands dip lower to squeeze the flesh of your ass. You moan from the sensation and Yuta can’t help but smirk against your lips, seemingly satisfied with himself.
“You don’t know how long I have wanted to kiss you like this,” Yuta states.
You feel you entire body grow hot, no longer chilled from your previous wetness. You take your teeth and sink them into Yuta’s bottom lip, ever so softly. You pause for a moment to drag his lip outward a bit, opening your eyes to see his expression. His eyes shoot open wide as he stares back at you. His once soft chocolate brown orbs having grown dark and mysterious through your makeout session. A growl erupts from low within his throat as you release his lip from your bite. A smirk forming on your lips, just as Yuta had done earlier.
As you catch onto your breath, Yuta offers another rough squeeze of your ass and starts to pull you down the hallway. You follow him eagerly, until you end up crashing into him as he stops walking. Your thighs pressing into his skin, feeling the hardness of his bulge as it rests against your thigh. The reality of your situation arousing you to no end.
You realize quickly that Yuta doesn’t know where to go, so you take a second to release your grip from his hair. His hands loosen from you and you slip past him to walk into your bedroom. You hear Yuta walk up behind you so you turn to face him. He stares at you as the corners of your lips turn up into a low but devilish smile.
You can’t quite figure out why, but ever since his lips started kissing your own, you have felt an overpowering sense of confidence. Perhaps it is the fact that Yuta seems to want you just as bad as you want him. Or maybe even it is just that you are finally able to break free from your own chains. Whatever the reason may be, you are power filled and eager for Yuta.
Your fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, lifting it up slowly before fulling discarding it and letting it fall to the floor. Yuta’s eyes rake across your torso, just as your had done to him back in the living room. You reach your fingers behind your back to unclip your bra and Yuta gazes intently as it slides from your arms, exposing your upper half completely to him.
He walks over to you a glint in his mesmerizing eyes.
“So beautiful,” he breaths out, as his hands come up to trace along the sides of your body. The sensation foreign to you, but still amazing in every single way.
His eyes seem to look at you fondly as his hands trace you like a feather. Drawing up from the hem of your shorts to the bottom of your rib cage. You think he is going to keep going when his hands stops completely. You reach your palm up to his cheek and drag your eyes up to his face. You notice that he is looking directly behind you, and you grow confused as an evil smile forms slowly onto his lips. Yuta doesn’t look at you as his hands push into your hips, spinning you around so your back is now against his chest. Once you are turned around, you notice that you are looking straight into the large full length mirror that you have in your room. Yuta’s eyes in the mirror look at you sensually.
“Look at yourself princess, I want you to see just how irresistible you look right now. Your cheeks all flushed as your perfect nipples are so pretty and pink,” Yuta’s words come out deeply and you feel a shutter roll through you. Nothing in this world has ever sounded as sinful as that.
Ever since you first met Yuta, all those weeks ago, you always had this image of him. The sweet and charming Yuta who would do anything to help someone. He was always so caring and incapable of hurting a fly. However, now that you stand in front of him, your bare chest rising and falling rapidly as you watch his lust filled eyes travel all over your body. The words coming from him soundly nothing like they ever have before. You find that not everyone is exactly how they seem.
You continue to watch through the mirror as Yuta comes out from behind you and kneels down on the ground. A wave of excitement washes over you as he plants a soft kiss just above the waistband of your pants before hooking his fingers into them and pulling both your shorts and underwear downwards towards the floor. He helps you step out of them, before throwing them behind you somewhere. He looks up at you for a second before standing back up to his feet. You feel the wetness between your legs increase as your heat starts to ache. The need to be touched growing almost unbearable now.
Yuta comes back to his original position of standing behind you. He brings his right hand down to the back of your thigh, his large hand resting on top of your burning skin. He makes eye contact with you through the mirror and studies your face. When you make no sign of uncomfortability, he lets his fingertips touch you as he draws his hand across your skin, bringing it upwards. His hand works your lower half, as he lets his lips come up to your neck where he plants one small kiss. The sensations causing your skin to tingle. You bite your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself grounded.
He continues to bring his hand upward, pulling his soft digits across your ass until they come to your lower back. He doesn’t even pause there before he draws them across your hip and towards your navel. The smirk on his face grows as a breathless sigh escapes your lips.
“Yuta,” you sigh out. His name rolling off your tongue like it was always meant to.
“Mm,” he hums softly to you, “I love the way you say my name.”
He slowly runs his hand down your lower belly and to the front of the lowest part of your abdomen. The distance his hand is from your dripping heat, causes you to let out a whine. Desperate for some kind of friction from him. You let your head lull back a bit, before it is caught on Yuta’s cheek. He takes this opportunity to let his digits trail to your heat where he draws one quick circle over your clit. A moan escaping your mouth as he does.
You let your eyes wander in the mirror, finding it incredibly arousing to see yourself being touched like this. Being able to watch as Yuta’s hands trace over yours, finally going to where you seem to need him most.
You had spent basically your entire life growing accustomed to looking at yourself through a mirror, constantly having to watch your movement and placement through new choreography and routines. You use to hate watching yourself through those giant mirrors. You never really enjoyed it, but tonight, right now with Yuta, you find it to be the best thing in the world.
You drop your eyes to his fingers and watch as he finally lets one of them dip inside of you. The feeling causing a wave of pleasure to rack through your body.
“So wet,” he mumbles to himself.
You bring your left hand up and use it to grip at Yuta’s hip. Pulling yourself more into him as he starts to drag his finger in and out of you at a delicious pace. The sight of his finger disappearing inside of you rhythmically, has your practically cumming already.
He slips in another digit before taking his left hand to start squeezing at your breast. Twisting and pulling on your nipple.
“Uh,” you breath out, ”just like that.”
Yuta continues to slide his fingers into you at a somewhat slow pace. The feeling is amazing, but definitely not enough. You crave for him to fuck you so good. You want him so bad. Your hips start to move against Yuta’s as you yearn for more friction. Yuta seems to notice this.
“Do you need something baby girl,” Yuta questions, a shiver running down your spine.
You hum to him in response, your eyes still locked on his right hand.
“Tell me princess, what do you want?” he questions out a little sharper, his hand slowing down, causing you to groan.
“More Yuta, please,” you beg, your fingers digging into his hip.
You look up to meet his eyes and he smiles at you. A smile that is dripping in pure sin.
He doesn’t say anything before he slips in a third finger and brings his lips down to suck on the skin of your neck. You gasp at this and Yuta starts to move his fingers quickly into you.
The feeling of pleasure building in the pit of your stomach as Yuta continues to make you feel so good. So many sensations happening as you watch yourself in your mirror.
“I’m so close,” you moan out, bringing your right hand up to grip on Yuta’s bicep.
Yuta’s mouth releases from your neck with a pop and you catch the sight of your neck in the mirror. A bright purple mark has now formed over your skin.The sight of that mark pushes you completely over the edge. You moan out Yuta’s name as his fingers continue to fuck you, coaxing you through your high. With your hands still gripping onto him, Yuta’s slows down his movement but continues to hold you up as your body starts to rest more and more into him. The intensity of your orgasm being nothing like you had ever experienced before. Your breath coming out sporadically as you try and catch onto some air. After a bit, you are able to release your grip on Yuta, and he loosens his own arms so you can turn yourself around to face him. You give him a long kiss, so overcome with emotion from everything that has happened thus far. With your lips locked, you bring your hands to his pants. You slip them down for him and he kicks them away, being left only in his boxers. You release his kiss and start to guide him towards your bed.
He falls back onto it with a thud and you bring yourself to sit on his lap, your thighs on either side of his. The feeling of his bulge pressing into your heat causes your head to ache.
You bring Yuta into another kiss while you slip your hand down the front of his chest. Your fingers dragging along him like he had done to you. You bring your hand all the way to his boxers where you slip it in to grab onto his length. He sucks in a quick breath and bucks his hips upward from the friction. You smirk at this and remove your hand quickly. A defiant look spreading across his face as he looks up at you. You smile triumphantly, a feeling of power overtaking you.
You bite down on your lower lip as you start to slip his boxers down his body, both of you lifting upward for a second so you can easily slide them off his legs and discard them.
Once he is completely exposed to you, you let your eyes rake up his toned legs. The muscles of his thighs seeming to twitch with anticipation. You bring your gaze up to his length and you can’t help but bite down deeper into your bottom lip. You bring your hand back down to touch him as you release your aching lip from your teeth. The sight of his length, hot and angry, has your mouth watering. You give him a few pumps that cause his head to lull back with delectable moan slipping past his lips.
“Y/n,” he lets slip from his mouth, the sound being music to your ears.
Through the pleasure Yuta seems to snap back because he whips his head up and pushes your hand off of him quickly.
“I want you Y/n,” he slips out with such desire braided into his pitch, you moan just from the sentence.
He stares at you with big bright eyes. His chest moving just about as rapidly as yours is.
This feeling, this intense feeling of being so wanted by him, is something you will never truly be able to describe to anyone.
You turn to lean over to your night stand where you open the drawer and fish out a condom. You bring one out and hold it out to Yuta.
“Then have me,” you state out simply.
Yuta’s nose flares at your words and he grabs the condom from you, ripping it open. You watch eagerly as he rolls it onto himself easily. He leans up to give you a quick kiss before flipping you over onto your back, causing you to squeal. You look up at him as he aligns himself with you. The tip of his slick length poking at your entrance.
He starts to slowly slip himself into you and you let out a sharp moan. He continues to push into you slowly, stretching you, as the burn of it feels so undeniably good.
“Shit,” Yuta curses out. He lets out a sharp breath as he moves his arms to rest on either side of your head.
He finally pushes all the way in when he stops moving, allowing you to adjust to his size. His eyes dancing across your face as he waits.
Once he feels you are comfortable as you start to roll your hips from below him, he starts moving, snapping his hips into you with nothing shy of a dancer’s precision. The way he can move his hips with such force and flexibility has your fingers gripping tightly into the bed sheets. His pace quickens as he makes you feel so much pleasure with each thrust. His length hitting so deep inside of you that you see stars.
“So tight Y/n, god you feel so good,” Yuta breaths out. He takes one of your legs and pulls it upwards giving himself a better angle.
“Shit,” you moan out as you take your nails and wrack them up his back, scratching into his skin. He seems to enjoy this as a low groan falls from his lips at the sensation.
You notice the delicious feeling of your orgasm coming as Yuta continues to fuck you better than you ever have been before.
“I can feel how close you are baby, cum for me,” Yuta breaths out, his hips moving more erratically as he chases his own high.
You come undone with Yuta’s name dropping sweetly from your lips, as your eyes roll back in your head and your mind goes blank. Yuta soon comes after you, your tight walls feeling so good around him as he rides out his own orgasm. After a few more thrusts he slips himself out of you and disposes of the condom as you lay there in pure bliss.
He comes over and falls next to you in the bed, both of you panting heavily together.
// Hi I wasn’t sure if your request for scenarios are open but I was wondering if you could write a fluff about Yongguk and his wife baby sitting a child so they know what to expect when they have a kid?? //
Sometimes I find myself looking at him for a really long time, and smiling at because I just love him so much. And it’s almost funny because I didn’t think it’s possible to love a person as much as I love him. I love him.
“If you guys need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” My best friend from high school ordered before handing me the diaper bag. The little princess in her arms cooing as she fumbled with the teething giraffe between her fingers.
I noticed Yongguk backing away further as the closer the little girl standing at her mother’s feet got closer to him. I giggled at the nervousness; he assured me a million times he didn’t have before taking Lya from her hands and whispering a silent thank you.
I looked down and found Lya’s big sister hiding behind her mother, unsure of the new people in front of her.
When her mother gently pushed her towards the door, I could see the tears prickling her eyes and soon the flood gates opened and the little girl began bawling her eyes out.
I looked at Yongguk standing at the doorway and gestured towards the girl, hinting him to get her away from the door, earning an unsure smile from him.
He forcefully had to drag her into the house with us so she’d let her mother go and involuntarily followed us into the living room, where we’ve laid out a tiny play area with all the toys we could find at Baby r us the day she informed us that we would be taking care of her precious babies for a day, and a baby gate Yongguk build around it to assure the baby’s safety.
“It looks like we’re putting her into prison.” He said, nervously biting down on his lower lip as he overlooked the living room.
I laughed at his words before sitting her down in the circle, “Or like we’re sacrificing her.”
My words got an uneasy laughter from Yongguk and I felt relieved, that he was slowly adjusting to the situation.
Lya was happily babbling away while we kneeled at the gate and watched her quickly adjust to the new surroundings. At least Yongguk was. I found myself catching a glimpse of him every once in a while, smiling at the little smiles that were tugging on the edge of his lips whenever he caught her doing something heart melting.
His mouth suddenly formed silent O’s and I quickly turned my attention towards Lya who was slowly pulling herself to a crawling position.
“Is she going to start crawling?” Yongguk asked enthusiastically, his voice coming out louder than intended. Before we could get excited, she lost balance and fell face forward, making Yongguk jump slightly.
I grabbed ahold of his arm before he jumped into the baby prison and he turned to me in confusion, Lya protesting loudly in the background.
“It’s okay. She’ll find a way.” I whispered and he nodded, understanding that he had to give her a chance to test herself. Soon she was back at her feet, sitting up straight and chewing on another toy.
“See?” I asked and he nodded again, not taking his eyes off the girl.
Her sister has finally adjusted to the new house and was slowly approaching the toys her mother provided, her eyes bloodshot from crying.
“It’s amazing how well they adjust.” Yongguk whispered in awe, his attention turned towards the oldest. I simply smiled at his words.
“Sadly, some children also have a hard time leaving their parents for the first time.” I answered and his full attention was on me, looking at me with shaking eyes.
“Do you think our children will turn out like that?”
I shrugged unknowingly. For a moment I wondered, if we would be able to stand the first day of daycare. “I think we’ll do amazing, even if it means to have them home for a while longer.” I answered and Yongguk released a silent breath he didn’t know he was holding.
He placed a peck on my forehead before getting up to approach Lya’s big sister. He stopped midway and just stood there silently, staring at the girl.
I tried to see past his long legs but could only see him, frozen to the ground. “Everything’s okay, Yongguk?” I asked and he slowly stepped to the side, giving me a full view of the scene.
She was staring directly at my boyfriend, never taking her eyes off him, squeezing the doll in her hands. “What is she doing?” he mumbled, his voice trembling.
I shrugged, only guessing what she was doing at the moment. He slowly took a step towards her, reaching out his hand to make sure she’s okay when she suddenly jumped up and ran towards him. She stopped at his feet and looked up at tall man staring down at her, “How do you spell bananas?”
Hey guys I’ve decided to do a Drabble game! My best friend helped me make this list! @himekute Love you bestie!
-One person = one number
-70 numbers available!
-Mainly stray kids but can do side characters from other groups in the Drabble
-You may request a time stamp along with your number
1-“All it took was one look into those eyes and I knew that was the last time I’d be at home for a while.“ - girl of protective parents runs away/breaks rules for rebel bf
2-“Why is there a duckling floating in the bathtub?” - girl rescues a duckling from side of the road and brings in home. Bf discovers it and they become duck parents.
3-“I remember this feeling. It feels like home.“ cuddly bf attached to gf hip. Touching her one way or another - backhugs, holds hand, hand in back pocket, arm around hip.
4-“We didn’t know when we’d see each other again.” Spontaneous kissing. Passionate. Hands through hair. Picks up and pushes against the wall. Sits on counter tops. Nuzzling. Lip biting and bruising.
5-“Do you trust me?“
6-“You don’t have to do this. I can change. I’ll be better.”
7-“When I hear forever, I see their face smiling back at me.“
“8-“I didn’t mean to kill her.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m dead!”
“Her voice is still so energetic”
9-“Are we lost?”
“No?????”
“That sounded reassuring”
10-“I don’t really think before I act. It’s part of my charm”
11-“Excuse me? Are you telling me what to do?….thank goodness I have NO idea what I’m doing.”
12-“I’m dying.”
“No you’re just hungry.” (Not looking at them. Looking at tv)
(Lays body across their legs) “I’m not gonna make it.”
13-“You have three seconds before I start screaming.“
“Listen I-”
“One”
“You don’t understand-”
“Two”
“You see the thing is-”
“Three”
SCREECHES
14-“Don’t worry nobody is expecting much. Just be you…actually be you but like less…you.”
“Was that supposed to be a pep talk?”
15-“You couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions”
16-“Oh bite me” I rolled my eyes. I failed to notice his smirk. “With pleasure darling”
17-“When I’m done with you, you’re back is gonna be four different shades of red”
“Not if you can’t catch me”
18-“Take your things and go!…what are you DOING?! Put me down!”
“You said take my things and go!”
19-“Talk dirty to me.“
"It’s your turn to do the dishes tonight.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“You broke our dishwasher trying to clean your crocs.”
20-“When I say who’s cute, you say me!“
"Who’s cute?” “Me”
“Who’s cute?” “You”
“Who’s cute?” “Us”
“This is why I love you”
21-“Iwon’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me”
“You’re the reason im injured!”
“How was I supposed to know you would be dancing around the house mopping and that you would be very jumpy???”
22-“We gotta go NOW!”
“Why WHERES the fire?”
“Listen idk if you wanna deal with them but I’m not in the mood to have purple marks all over my neck!”
23-“Yeah you think you’re tough! Come AT me!”
“This I was a TERRIBLE IDEA!”
24-“This has got to be one of your dumbest ideas you’ve ever thought of.“
"Relax babe.” [Wears goggles while chopping onions] “see no tears.”
“Did you just cut yourself?”
“I think we need to go to the ER”
25-“What’s the plan?”
“You had a plan?”
“YOU were supposed to have the plan!”
“well I didn’t!”
26-“Hey so I was wondering…“
"Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you just found your next meal.”
“Because I just did.” Smirks
27-“You’re in trouble now baby.”
“Is is it too late to kiss it better?”
28-“I’m gonna show everyone who you belong to. You’re mine!”
29-“This is a terrible idea.”
“Do you wnat to go home?”
“Hell no! This is the most fun I’ve had in years!”
30-“I know this isn’t the way you wanted your life to turn out, but is that really such a bad thing?”
31-“You know when you said ‘let’s make tonight fun’ being hunted like deer in the back alleys wasnt exactly what I had in mind.“
32-“You were about to spend the night reorganizing your spice cabinet.”
“I don’t need to be attacked like this right now.”
33-“I’m cold, I’m
Tired, and I’m going to lose it if I don’t have cuddles and coffee in the next three minutes”
34-“How fast are you?”
“I compete with tiger”
“You mean A tiger?”
“No I mean tiger….my cousin’s rabbit”
35-“If they catch us were dead!”
36 “If I get one more jump scare I’m pulling this car over!”
“Umm THERES A WOLF ON OUR ROOF!”
37-“ Remind me again why I’m doing this.“
"Because you love me.”
38-“ Out of my way my baby is hurt!”
“39-“I’m not gonna ask again. You stay away from MY girl or I’ll rip You to shreds!”
40-“Your lips look cold can I warm them up?”
….”is that your way of asking for a kiss?”
“Listen linda I’ve been wanting to do this for MONTHS now just let me be smooth for once-“
41-“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Make yourself useful and kiss me.”
42-“So tell me whatcha want, whatcha really want.“
"I’ll tell ya what i want, what i really really want.
I want to kiss you (or i want to marry you or i want you to be mine).”
43-“Hey babe.“
"Yeah?”
“We’re out of sugar.”
“I’ll add it to the grocery list lat-”
Kisses her lips
“Don’t worry about it. I got some.”
44-“Why do we have 50,000 pillows on the bed. We only need two.“
"Listen, when the dust bunny soliders bust into our home we won’t be sitting ducks. You’ll thank me later.”
45-“How many lives need to be ruined before you admit here’s a problem?”
46-“Just because you can see a use doesn’t make something useless!”
47-“I never asked you to save me. And I definitely didn’t ask for the rest of this.”
48-“Stop shutting me out and talk to me for once. PLEASE.“
49-“Everybody makes mistakes.”
“Not everyone makes the same mistake three times!”
50-“Fool me once shame on me, fool me twice shame on you. Fool me three times shame on you again for taking advantage of my good nature!”
51-“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the wya they look at you, whisper and chatter when you appear. They think you’re going to rescue them.”
52-“Run away if you want, but know who you are leaving behind and the risk you are taking. They may not be so patient.”
53-“I told you this all those months ago when we first met. I’ll say it again. I’m not who you think I am.”
54-“Don’t act like you know me. You don’t KNOW me”
“Yes I do!”
“What’s my favorite color then??”
“Easy blue!”
“…that doesn’t prove anything.”
55-“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I NEED TO BE SAVED?? AM I BROKEN TO YOU??“
"No that’s not it.”
“What is is then?!?!”
“I love you.”
56-“I love you on the outside.”
“Wow that makes me feel SOOOO much better”
“Now let me love you on the inside.”
57-“I already said ‘I love you’.“
"I know.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I want you to say it to me again and mean it this time.”
58-“I love you”
“…what did you say?”
“Umm I said you cute?”
“Say it again.”
“You cute.” Gets close to her face “say it again”
59-“Can you do something for me?“
“Anything for you baby."
“I want you to kiss me. And not just the sweet little short kisses we give each other. I need those long, hot, passionate deep kisses that’ll leave me breathless. I need you to hold me close to your chest and make it feel like you’ll never let me go. I need you to-”
60-“When I saw his face, I could see our entire future together. But when I looked into her eyes, all I could see were galaxies and possibilities.”
61-“Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.“
"Yeah, we’ve only met in your dreams. You’re even more beautiful in person.”
62-“DONT cover your marks. I want people to know you’re not for sale.”
“…so I’m an object?”
“No! Never! Sorry that came out wrong. But you are mine and I’d like people to keep their hands off.”
63-“(member full name)” “Yes (member last name) (y/f/n)?”” We aren’t married?” “Not yet babe”
64-“nope no kids!” “Why not :(((?” “I have to look after YOU!”
65. “Hey baaabe…"
“Yeeeaaah???"
“You never said we were expecting company."
"I never said what-” pauses and stands protectively in front of them. In a deep voice and darkened eyes “What are you doing here?”
66-“okay this is going to seem absolutely crazy but I need you to run!”
“You want me to RUN?? I’m sorry running is a SIN!”
“It’s either that or be eaten take your pick.”
“If I choose eaten does that make me a snack or a meal?”
67-“oh please I bet you can’t even kiss a girl sweetly . All you know how to do is be rough.”
Slams hands on desk. “But you like it rough don’t you? I can see it. But that’ll have to wait for another time.”
Scoff. “Another time? Like you’re gonna get a first time-“
68. “Why did I ever trust you!?!?"
"Baby, don’t say things like that! You can trust me!!"
"YOU ATE THE LAST SLICE OF BANANA BREAD WHEN I PUT A SPECIAL STICKY NOTE ON IT."
"I’m sorry ”
"No this marriage is over.“
"We aren’t married.”
"You’re right we aren’t now.”
69. “Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. Don’t think about me. Don’t *shaky breath* just *voice breaks* don’t.”
"Love, let me explain. That wasn’t me.“
"It wasn’t you?? If it wasn’t you, then who was it???? Hmm!"
"My twin.”
70. “Hey! Do me a favor will ya?”
“Yeah sure what do you - is that, why is there blood on your shirt?
2 - “Why is there a duckling floating in the bathtub?” - girl rescues a duckling from side of the road and brings in home. Bf discovers it and they become duck parents.
{2:32 pm}
Chan was utterly so grateful for the break they were given. With promotions going on the boys had been working left and right, day and night. Luckily the company had seen how hard they had been working and decided to give them a well deserved break.
Chan was just ready to go home to cuddle his girlfriend and maybe take her out to dinner as a date and a thank you for her being so understanding. What he didn’t expect to find was a suspiciously quiet house. He slipped his shoes off and shuffled through the living room and kitchen and found them empty. Next he tried the bedroom and as soon as he stepped foot into the room he heard the unmistakable sound of the tub faucet turning off.
He smiled softly happy that his girlfriend was home. He softly knocked on the door expecting her to reply, but all he heard was a gasp and shuffling. The door slid open and she looked suspicious as she wasn’t letting him see inside the bathroom.
“H-hey babe you’re home early…” She smiled sheepishly.
Chan narrowed his eyes at her. “Hi baby. Whatcha doing?”
She stared up at him grinning trying to slip out of the bathroom without him seeing in. “Oh you know just…chilling?” It came off as more of a question which piqued his interest even more.
Chan raised his eyebrow. “Uh huh. What’s in the bathroom babe?”
Her eyes widened and she quickly stepped out and shut the door not letting him see inside. “What are you hiding?” Chan teased stepping closer.
“N-nothing! There is definitely nothing in the bathroom and we should leave it be.” She knew she just revealed way too much info.
Chan smirked hand reaching around her frame for the doorknob, while his other arm snaked around her waist to tug her to the side. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I looked inside!” In one swift motion Chan had moved her out of the way and slid the door open.
Silence. Blinking. More silence.
“Baby?” Chan called for her. “Why is there a duckling floating in the bathtub?”
“Funny story actually. I may have saw it on the side of the road and I couldn’t just let it stay there to die so I rescued it….surprise?” She smiled sheepishly hoping he wouldn’t be angry.
Chan blinked at his girlfriend before he slowly began to grin widely. “You are so lucky that I love you. Come on we can’t be duck parents unless you introduce me!”
Why am I still awake one may ask. The answer? Two words. Comeback season. It wasn’t me who was having said comeback, but my boyfriend. He worked so hard for every single song and album and this time was no different. He would slave away in his studio for hours on end. Did I mention he would ‘conveniently’ be so busy and invested in his work that he forgot to eat?
Yeah that happened more times than I’d like to admit, but as a good s/o I made it my job to bring him a hot meal and my love. It’s solely for his health…and the fact that I missed him too.
The weather outside wasn’t too bad, which surprised me. But the studio? It could rival with Antarctica for how cold it was. I shivered plopping down into a chair next to Chan as he happily ate the take out I brought for him.
“Are you cold baby?” Chan asked taking note of my shivering figure. I tried protesting, but he saw right through me.
Chan rolled his eyes playfully before standing up and forcing me to do the same. He physically wrapped me in the fluffy blanket resting in the spare chair. Once he was satisfied, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap.
He thanked me for the meal before he began to work on yet another song. He hit keys on the keyboard testing how they sounded with one another. Unfortunately for him I was feeling a bit mischievous. Each time he’d pause to interpret the notes I’d hit a key on the opposite end of the keyboard and gauge his reaction.
He would eye me, but not do a thing. I waited a minute and decided to do it again. He narrowed his eyes and huffed, but I could see the smile threatening on his lips.
“Babygirl.” Chan muttered the pet name in a warning tone. I just wanted to see how far I could go with this so I slowly reached for the highest pitched key I could and pressed it, not breaking eye contact.
“Now you’ve asked for it.” He mercilessly danced his fingers over my sides, easily holding me down. I squealed trying to squirm away, but that only encouraged him to place kisses all over my neck. Another ticklish spot for me.
I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. “Chan. Chan please! Have mercy!”
He grinned eventually giving in, but not before he blew a raspberry into my neck as one final payback. His fingers finally stopped their torture and rested around my waist. He pulled me closer nuzzling into my neck yawning.
“You should rest baby.” I whispered turning to look up at him. Chan hummed tapping my thigh, a signal for me to stand up. As I stood up he followed and I soon found myself on the sofa with him cuddled into my chest.
“Let’s stay like this for a bit baby.” He whispered burying his face into my neck and relaxing. I smiled playing with his hair knowing full well that he would be fast asleep within minutes.
Chan nuzzled closer to me, his breathing evening out. Yes comeback season was hard, but at least I was there to make sure he stayed healthy. I let my eyes flutter closed and joined my hardworking boyfriend in dreamland.
Who knew learning a language could be so difficult? Here I am a grown adult struggling over pronunciation. If I had known it was gonna be this hard I would’ve just given up. Too bad I was stubborn and dang it I was too far in to back out now.
I don’t even know how long I had been going at it now, but the words began to jumble together. I felt like I had been staring at this word forever. Was it an ‘eo’ or an ‘o’ sound? The world may never know.
I whined laying my head on the table. I let my eyes flutter closed and enjoyed the silence for a bit. I must’ve looked calm and serene which could be equal to easy prey.
The hands on my shoulders caused me to jump completely startled in my chair. The familiar laughter and Aussie accent was what let me relax.
“You alright sweetheart? You seem tense.” Chan questioned kissing behind my ear as his hands gently massaged my shoulders.
I leaned back so I could look up at him. He looked at me with a soft smile, but I could see his exhaustion.
“I’m just struggling with some Korean….” I sighed rubbing my temples.
Chan hummed pressing his lips to my forehead before heading into the kitchen. I turned my head when I heard him placing various things on the table. “What are you doing love?”
Chan smiled chopping up various fruits. Strawberries, bananas, peaches, you name it. Once they were all chopped he brought all the fruit over in a large bowl. “Here’s the deal baby. We’re gonna play a game. For each one you get right I feed you a piece of fruit. If you get it wrong I get two pieces.”
“But why do I only get one?” I pouted.
Chan chuckled brushing his thumb over my lip. “Fine, fine for every one you get right I’ll feed you two.”
With the conditions set we got to work. I was determined and for each word I got right I was rewarded a piece of fruit or two. Each sentence that I got right Chan would reward me my two pieces of fruit and a peck to my lips.
I was nearing the end of my lesson and therefore the hardest part. I mouthed the words slowly until I was sure I had the pronunciation correct. I opened my mouth to repeat the phrase to an expectant Chan when the phrase was said allowed before I could even make a sound.
I turned to find Jisung smiling sheepishly as he slowly slid the bowl of fruit away from Chan. Before either of us could protest he handed me a strawberry and took off down the hall with the rest of our fruit. We both looked at each other in a what-the-heck-just-happened way.
“Yah! Han Jisung get back here with our fruits!” Chan shouted standing up.
“I don’t know what you are talking about!” Jisung replied.
Chan glared down the hall. He tilted my chin up and pecked my lips and ran down the hall screaming “I slaved over those fruits! Give them back!”
Hey guys I’ve decided to do a Drabble game! My best friend helped me make this list! @himekute Love you bestie!
-One person = one number
-70 numbers available!
-Mainly stray kids but can do side characters from other groups in the Drabble
-You may request a time stamp along with your number
1-“All it took was one look into those eyes and I knew that was the last time I’d be at home for a while.“ - girl of protective parents runs away/breaks rules for rebel bf
2-“Why is there a duckling floating in the bathtub?” - girl rescues a duckling from side of the road and brings in home. Bf discovers it and they become duck parents.
3-“I remember this feeling. It feels like home.“ cuddly bf attached to gf hip. Touching her one way or another - backhugs, holds hand, hand in back pocket, arm around hip.
4-“We didn’t know when we’d see each other again.” Spontaneous kissing. Passionate. Hands through hair. Picks up and pushes against the wall. Sits on counter tops. Nuzzling. Lip biting and bruising.
5-“Do you trust me?“
6-“You don’t have to do this. I can change. I’ll be better.”
7-“When I hear forever, I see their face smiling back at me.“
“8-“I didn’t mean to kill her.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m dead!”
“Her voice is still so energetic”
9-“Are we lost?”
“No?????”
“That sounded reassuring”
10-“I don’t really think before I act. It’s part of my charm”
11-“Excuse me? Are you telling me what to do?….thank goodness I have NO idea what I’m doing.”
12-“I’m dying.”
“No you’re just hungry.” (Not looking at them. Looking at tv)
(Lays body across their legs) “I’m not gonna make it.”
13-“You have three seconds before I start screaming.“
"Listen I-”
“One”
“You don’t understand-”
“Two”
“You see the thing is-”
“Three”
SCREECHES
14-“Don’t worry nobody is expecting much. Just be you…actually be you but like less…you.”
“Was that supposed to be a pep talk?”
15-“You couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions”
16-“Oh bite me” I rolled my eyes. I failed to notice his smirk. “With pleasure darling”
17-“When I’m done with you, you’re back is gonna be four different shades of red”
“Not if you can’t catch me”
18-“Take your things and go!…what are you DOING?! Put me down!”
“You said take my things and go!”
19-“Talk dirty to me.“
"It’s your turn to do the dishes tonight.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“You broke our dishwasher trying to clean your crocs.”
20-“When I say who’s cute, you say me!“
"Who’s cute?” “Me”
“Who’s cute?” “You”
“Who’s cute?” “Us”
“This is why I love you”
21-“Iwon’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me”
“You’re the reason im injured!”
“How was I supposed to know you would be dancing around the house mopping and that you would be very jumpy???”
22-“We gotta go NOW!”
“Why WHERES the fire?”
“Listen idk if you wanna deal with them but I’m not in the mood to have purple marks all over my neck!”
23-“Yeah you think you’re tough! Come AT me!”
“This I was a TERRIBLE IDEA!”
24-“This has got to be one of your dumbest ideas you’ve ever thought of.“
"Relax babe.” [Wears goggles while chopping onions] “see no tears.”
“Did you just cut yourself?”
“I think we need to go to the ER”
25-“What’s the plan?”
“You had a plan?”
“YOU were supposed to have the plan!”
“well I didn’t!”
26-“Hey so I was wondering…“
"Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you just found your next meal.”
“Because I just did.” Smirks
27-“You’re in trouble now baby.”
“Is is it too late to kiss it better?”
28-“I’m gonna show everyone who you belong to. You’re mine!”
29-“This is a terrible idea.”
“Do you wnat to go home?”
“Hell no! This is the most fun I’ve had in years!”
30-“I know this isn’t the way you wanted your life to turn out, but is that really such a bad thing?”
31-“You know when you said ‘let’s make tonight fun’ being hunted like deer in the back alleys wasnt exactly what I had in mind.“
32-“You were about to spend the night reorganizing your spice cabinet.”
“I don’t need to be attacked like this right now.”
33-“I’m cold, I’m
Tired, and I’m going to lose it if I don’t have cuddles and coffee in the next three minutes”
34-“How fast are you?”
“I compete with tiger”
“You mean A tiger?”
“No I mean tiger….my cousin’s rabbit”
35-“If they catch us were dead!”
36 “If I get one more jump scare I’m pulling this car over!”
“Umm THERES A WOLF ON OUR ROOF!”
37-“ Remind me again why I’m doing this.“
"Because you love me.”
38-“ Out of my way my baby is hurt!”
“39-“I’m not gonna ask again. You stay away from MY girl or I’ll rip You to shreds!”
40-“Your lips look cold can I warm them up?”
….”is that your way of asking for a kiss?”
“Listen linda I’ve been wanting to do this for MONTHS now just let me be smooth for once-“
41-“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Make yourself useful and kiss me.”
42-“So tell me whatcha want, whatcha really want.“
"I’ll tell ya what i want, what i really really want.
I want to kiss you (or i want to marry you or i want you to be mine).”
43-“Hey babe.“
"Yeah?”
“We’re out of sugar.”
“I’ll add it to the grocery list lat-”
Kisses her lips
“Don’t worry about it. I got some.”
44-“Why do we have 50,000 pillows on the bed. We only need two.“
"Listen, when the dust bunny soliders bust into our home we won’t be sitting ducks. You’ll thank me later.”
45-“How many lives need to be ruined before you admit here’s a problem?”
46-“Just because you can see a use doesn’t make something useless!”
47-“I never asked you to save me. And I definitely didn’t ask for the rest of this.”
48-“Stop shutting me out and talk to me for once. PLEASE.“
49-“Everybody makes mistakes.”
“Not everyone makes the same mistake three times!”
50-“Fool me once shame on me, fool me twice shame on you. Fool me three times shame on you again for taking advantage of my good nature!”
51-“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the wya they look at you, whisper and chatter when you appear. They think you’re going to rescue them.”
52-“Run away if you want, but know who you are leaving behind and the risk you are taking. They may not be so patient.”
53-“I told you this all those months ago when we first met. I’ll say it again. I’m not who you think I am.”
54-“Don’t act like you know me. You don’t KNOW me”
“Yes I do!”
“What’s my favorite color then??”
“Easy blue!”
“…that doesn’t prove anything.”
55-“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I NEED TO BE SAVED?? AM I BROKEN TO YOU??“
"No that’s not it.”
“What is is then?!?!”
“I love you.”
56-“I love you on the outside.”
“Wow that makes me feel SOOOO much better”
“Now let me love you on the inside.”
57-“I already said 'I love you’.“
"I know.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I want you to say it to me again and mean it this time.”
58-“I love you”
“…what did you say?”
“Umm I said you cute?”
“Say it again.”
“You cute.” Gets close to her face “say it again”
59-“Can you do something for me?“
“Anything for you baby."
“I want you to kiss me. And not just the sweet little short kisses we give each other. I need those long, hot, passionate deep kisses that’ll leave me breathless. I need you to hold me close to your chest and make it feel like you’ll never let me go. I need you to-”
60-“When I saw his face, I could see our entire future together. But when I looked into her eyes, all I could see were galaxies and possibilities.”
61-“Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.“
"Yeah, we’ve only met in your dreams. You’re even more beautiful in person.”
62-“DONT cover your marks. I want people to know you’re not for sale.”
“…so I’m an object?”
“No! Never! Sorry that came out wrong. But you are mine and I’d like people to keep their hands off.”
63-“(member full name)” “Yes (member last name) (y/f/n)?”” We aren’t married?” “Not yet babe”
64-“nope no kids!” “Why not :(((?” “I have to look after YOU!”
65. “Hey baaabe…"
“Yeeeaaah???"
“You never said we were expecting company."
"I never said what-” pauses and stands protectively in front of them. In a deep voice and darkened eyes “What are you doing here?”
66-“okay this is going to seem absolutely crazy but I need you to run!”
“You want me to RUN?? I’m sorry running is a SIN!”
“It’s either that or be eaten take your pick.”
“If I choose eaten does that make me a snack or a meal?”
67-“oh please I bet you can’t even kiss a girl sweetly . All you know how to do is be rough.”
Slams hands on desk. “But you like it rough don’t you? I can see it. But that’ll have to wait for another time.”
Scoff. “Another time? Like you’re gonna get a first time-“
68. “Why did I ever trust you!?!?"
"Baby, don’t say things like that! You can trust me!!"
"YOU ATE THE LAST SLICE OF BANANA BREAD WHEN I PUT A SPECIAL STICKY NOTE ON IT."
"I’m sorry ”
"No this marriage is over.“
"We aren’t married.”
"You’re right we aren’t now.”
69. “Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. Don’t think about me. Don’t *shaky breath* just *voice breaks* don’t.”
"Love, let me explain. That wasn’t me.“
"It wasn’t you?? If it wasn’t you, then who was it???? Hmm!"
"My twin.”
70. “Hey! Do me a favor will ya?”
“Yeah sure what do you - is that, why is there blood on your shirt?
•summary: jaemin gives you a big hug after finding out you feel a bit lonely •pairing:na jaemin x male reader •word count:922 •to do
“I only have a few minutes.” Jaemin pulls his gloves off.
He’s smiling widely. Even in blizzard conditions and when he’s been worked to skin and bone, he’s smiling like nothing could go wrong. You’re still shivering, even in the warmth of the coffee shop you’re meeting in. Jaemin pulls the beanie you’re wearing down your head more and holds his warm hands against your frosted face. You lean into the heat coming from him. He kisses your bright-red nose. He can just hear your teeth chattering. He feels for you, knows you’re naturally colder than he is, but you look pretty cute shivering with puffy cheeks. He unravels the scarf he’s wearing. He wraps it around your neck and bunches it around your chin.
He peels your gloves off your hands and holds them together. He brings them to his mouth. He kisses your fingers. He straightens each finger out before stuffing each hand in one of his pockets. He rubs circles in your palms, pulling you into him. You’re not hugging, more so leaning against each other, but you still enjoy it.
Too soon after, not five minutes after he joined you in the crowded shop, an alarm on his phone is going off. You pout behind the cloth covering the bottom half of your face. Jaemin removes one of his hands to shut the alarm off. You lay your head against his chest. He’s wearing a heavy jacket so you’re not against him n the way you would prefer but even that is welcome compared to the texts and facetimes that have become your relationship the past week or two.
“I have to go.” He kisses between your eyes. The small space is really the only visible skin he can see. “I’m sorry. I wish we could spend more time together.”
Your eyes are downcast. You don’t say anything but Jaemin knows how you feel about him having to go.
“You okay?”
You nod. “I’m just cold.”
You roll your shoulders back, talking once again before he can feel worse about himself.
“Go, we can call soon if you have a few minutes free.” Your eyes squint up as you smile.
He sighs and pulls the scarf off your face. He holds your cheek and leans in. His forehead rests against yours. “Talk to me, love.”
You shrug. “I just miss you. I’m a little lonely, I guess.”
He wraps his arms around your shoulders. Even through layer and layers of long sleeve shirts and puffy jackets, you’re tightly squeezed against him. His chin rests on the top of your head. He holds you closely, keeping you against him for a long time. You sink into the hold, falling almost limp against him. Your fingers find the bottom of his jacket, holding onto the seams.
His hands slip down to your waist. He holds you there and leans back, lifting your feet off the ground. He can just hear you giggle past the layers of jackets your face are buried in and almost feels the energy wafting from your smile. He spins around once and you grasp on to his back.
After he places you back on the ground you very lightly smack his shoulder. “There’s people around! We could have hit somebody.”
“It’s quite literally 2° outside. We are two of four non-employees.” He looks down at you.
Your faces are just inches apart. Your nose is still bright red from the cold.
“I’m sorry you’ve been feeling lonely lately. I’ll try to figure out when my next free days are and make plans with you for then.”
“I don’t want to take up all your free time.” You lay against his shoulder. “I want to spend time with you but not at the expense of your other friends.”
Jaemin places his hand in your hair, twirling strands between his fingers. “I work with most of my friends, love. I see them all the time. We’re spending more time with each other, no questions and no arguments.”
A quiet and peaceful stillness falls over both of you. Jaemin’s phone begins to vibrate in his pocket. You both know what it means. Jaemin sighs and places a kiss against your forehead.
“I love you.” You nod as you say it.
Jaemin wraps your scarf around your neck. He begins to fix it and pull it up to your nose but before he covers your face completely, you kiss his lips quickly. He finishes wrapping you up. He messes with your jacket zipper, pulling it up as far as he can. You let him do everything he can to try and stay a little bit longer.
He looks at you, phone buzzing in his pocket once again. “I love you too.”
“I’ll be okay.” You ruffle his hair. “Just update me every so often, okay? Even if we can’t see each other I want to know what you’re up to.”
“I will.” He kisses your forehead, lingering with his lips pressed against your skin for a few seconds. “I should go before my phone explodes with messages.”
“Be careful walking back.” Jaemin begins to walk towards the door. As he walks away from you, you call to his back. “Stay safe. Drink water. Take breaks!”
You can hear him begin to laugh as the door closes behind him.
The café is a lot less warm without Jaemin next to you. But, as his form retreats down the road, you realize would be willing to wait years to see him again.
•summary: jeno normally has a very soft and nonthreatening aura, but when it comes to someone hurting you, he becomes intimidating and protective •pairing: lee jeno x male reader •word count:2106 •to do
“You look very nice today.” Jeno kisses your temple as he passes.
You look down. You’re wearing an old shirt of Jeno’s that most likely originated as someone else’s and a pair of sweatpants that have definitely seen better days. Jeno glances over as you examine yourself.
“Thank you?” You question.
He grabs his things from your kitchen table. He slides his phone into his pocket and walks back over to you. His hands snake around your waist. He kisses the side of your neck gently. You stand up straighter, no longer leaning against the counter and helplessly waiting for your coffee to finish brewing.
“It’s not about your clothes, it’s you.”
He definitely needs to leave in the next few minutes to be on time but part of you, a tiny non-thinking part, wants him to be late so you can stay this way for a while. Both of you go quiet. The sound of coffee dripping into your cup is the only thing you can heart until Jeno checks his watch. You lean your head back. One of Jeno’s hands moves up. It inches up to your chest and he taps an unknown rhythm on your skin. He kisses your jaw, then your shoulder, before pulling away.
He rubs your arm and takes a second to watch you. “I love you.”
You smile. It’s wonderful.
Jeno is sure he’s never seen anything better.
“I love you too.”
As he opens your front door and you pour your first cup of coffee, he smiles at you. There’s something in his eyes you can’t quite decipher. The only word that comes to mind is fondness. “And you do look exceptionally good today.”
You hop on a bar stool. You lean over, trying to flag down the bartender. You attempt to call for the man but the blaring music in the background drowns out your words. Just as the bartender begins to turn towards you, someone to your left pushes you to the side. You stumble off the stool. You don’t fall fully to the ground but stumble for a second before you can recover. He saddles up on the stool you were sitting on and waves his card around.
Before you’re fully recovered from the half-fall, Jeno appears by your side. His face is pulled into contorted concern. He’s holding your arm gently and glancing around for the cause.
“Did he push you?” He asks.
You’re sure he already knows the answer. Especially when, after he makes sure you’re okay, he taps on the man’s shoulder. The man blows him off. Jeno grabs his shoulder and the man tries to shrug it off, continuing to wave his hand at the bartender. You can see Jeno roll his shoulders back. He tilts his head slightly. Even behind him, you’re growing worried for the sitting man.
He grabs the man’s shoulder much harder and pulls the man to face him.
“What?” The man snaps. He comes face-to-face with Jeno. “What do you want?”
“Apologize to my husband.” Jeno states.
The word at the end makes your eyes go wide. It knocks the wind out of you much worse than the fall did.
The man looks over Jeno’s shoulder. He rolls his eyes and turns back around. “He was in my way.”
You can hear Jeno scoff. He grabs the man once more. He lifts the man off the seat. “Apologize. Now.”
“Or what?” The man stands around the same height as Jeno. Maybe an inch or so taller.
He glares at Jeno but Jeno’s posture doesn’t change. Jeno turns slightly, keeping his face directed towards the man but directing him in your direction.
“You don’t want to know how much I would do for him. Apologize, or I drag you outside.”
Something in Jeno’s face must convince the man he doesn’t want to pursue that argument. He rolls his eyes again.
“You’re not even worth it.” He holds his hands up, still pretending to be strong in this scenario, despite him backing away from you and Jeno. “Sorry.”
He over pronounces the two-syllable word and finally walks away. You look to Jeno, slightly concerned for him but more confused about the situation. Jeno rolls his eyes. He looks towards you and smiles, a complete opposite impression of the person he was before.
“What was that?” You ask.
“He pushed you.” Jeno answers. It seems simple to him when is anything but simple to you. He pulls the stool closer to him and points to it. “come on, you wanted to order?”
You look at him. You still have semi-wide eyes. You repeat. “What was that?” He was being rude.” He pats the stool and leans over the bar. “I knew you weren’t going to say anything, so I did.”
You jump unto the stool. His hand rests on your thigh. He raises his other hand slightly, holding two fingers up. The bartender walks towards you immediately. You put your order in and Jeno orders another drink. He looks at you with something between a smirk and a smile.
The bartender begins to walk away. You feel weirdly nervous in Jeno’s stare. He can tell you’re thinking of something. You don’t want to share but both of you are aware that with just a few more seconds of Jeno looking at you, every thought you’ve ever had will be spilled to the floor. Sure enough, you’re opening your mouth to repeat the wondering statement bouncing and repeating in your head.
“You called me your husband.”
Jeno doesn’t act like it’s as big of a deal as you feel it is. He shrugs his shoulders. “It feels stronger to say when I stick up for you. I want you to be, anyway. Maybe I wanted to start getting used to saying it.”
You sit in the chair with a tight expression. Thousands of thoughts are running through your head. Jeno smiles to himself as the bartender returns with your beverages. Jeno notices you’re still frozen in place.
“You know, a lesser person would be offended you’ve been frozen by me wanting to be your husband, but I’m going to choose that you’re in shock.”
He bumps your shoulder and waits for you to join him walking back to the other boys. You sit back down at your seat and Jeno places your drink in front of you. The others are recounting different stories to each other, laughing and talking louder than the music playing. Jeno stands beside you and gently picks up your hand. He looks at you with a soft expression, one completely devoid of the anger he had seconds ago, and joins in adding details to the winding stories being told.
*
Jeno comes home to a lit house. The ceiling lights are off but every other light in your shared house is on. LED lights by the TV, changed lamp bulbs, fairy lights stringing through the hallway and spread as far as possible through the house all emit a light-blue light. Confusion overwhelms him as he kicks his shoes off. He’s walking closer to the couch when a noise is heard. It’s a thumping noise. Similar to something hitting the wall. The noise makes him slightly more worried about the house he came home to. That is, until he sees you down the hallway. He can see cords hanging form your ears. Headphones shake and move along with you as you dance-walk down the hallway. He begins to wonder why you wouldn’t play the music through a speaker but given how scared you are of your next-door neighbor, the thought dissipates quickly. You’re using your phone as a microphone. He doesn’t make himself known. You move backwards down the hallway, accidently bumping into the wall one more time. You turn around dramatically, lip-synching your heart out. You jump when you see Jeno, eyes widening for a split second before calming yourself down. You giggle and his heart swells two times the size. You hesitate for a second before continuing to move closer to him. You jump on the coffee table, carefully stepping around the clutter collecting on top of it.
You point to him and begin to sing out loud. Jeno is tired. His shoulders were drooping down just moments earlier, but seeing his long-time boyfriend and love of his life dancing around their shared apartment makes him wake up. Your smile is bright and effortless as you dance around the coffee table/stage. You jump onto the couch, almost falling onto the cushions. You reach up and caress his face gently. You serenade him with a song that is definitely not a love song. He leans up, brushing your noses together. You kiss his lips quickly before pulling away. You point towards the sky and jump around. He can’t help but join you, moving around the couch. He stands on the couch next to you, dancing along with a song he can’t hear.
You very clumsily place one of your earbuds in his ears. It takes him a second to recognize the song but he joins in on singing soon. You dance around a bit more carefully not that you’re attached to someone but your big smile is just as clear. He pulls your phone out of your hand. He scrolls through to find a song. He seems to find one he likes and steps off the couch. He turns to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you off the couch. He walks you backwards. You hold his shoulders as the song begins.
A very soft, slow song begins to play through your headphones. Jeno’s looking at you with so much adoration. His eyes twinkle like he’s looking at the most beautiful sight on the planet. You’re reveling in the look, though you’re not sure you deserve the honor. Jeno’s hands slip down to hold your waist. He pulls you to his chest. He dips his head to lean next to yours, humming along with the song. The low noise rattles against your heart. You press one of your hands against his chest, the other traveling under his shirt. He rocks you back and forth along with the tune. You dance for a while. The song shifts into another slow-dance song. That fades into another. You stay close together, swaying to the beat, for a long, long time. Soon Jeno is pressing light kisses to your neck. Your eyes drift closed, the beautiful image of your future husband looking at you with wonderful eyes permanently ingrained in your mind.
Feather-light kisses are placed across your throat and face. You lean your head up further and further, wanting him to kiss you more. He smiles against your skin. You can feel your face heat up against his lips. Finally, he begins to kiss your face. You subconsciously move closer to him. He barely pulls away from between each kiss but even that small break to look at your angelic face is more than welcome. He kisses your lips last. He’s sure the noise that passes through your lips, something near a content human, wasn’t intentional by you, but he enjoys it.
You savor the moment for a while before opening your eyes. The same appreciative look in his eyes.
“I wish I could spend every day like this.” He mumbles.
He almost has yearning in his eyes. Though, you aren’t sure why he would long for you when you are in front of him and will never leave or want to. You smile is peaceful. Tender and genuine. Jeno can truly see you want to be here with him. He’s always known you feel as strongly towards him as he does to you but something about the moment and the gentleness in your face makes him appreciate it more than he would on a regular day. He holds your face and leans down. Your foreheads are pressed together for a moment before he finally begins to speak.
“This isn’t me asking you to marry me, I have a plan for that,” He hums. Your eyes begin to widen as he speaks. “But, this is me putting it out into the universe that I am going to marry you in the future.”
You smile and lean up looking him deep into his eyes. “You’re not even going to ask my opinion about it?”
“Don’t play with my feelings.” He smiles and pushes past the space, kissing you softly. “You don’t want to wake up to my face every day?”
You tsk and nod. “That is a really good incentive to marry you, not going to lie.”
•summary:love at first sight with jackson •pairing: jackson wang x male!reader •word count: 383 •to do
You hum softly. The sound bounces through the cramped bar. It echoes and resonates deep in Jackson’s soul. He sighs.
He’s becoming drawn in by your words. He’s hanging on every word but soon finds himself unable to understand the lyrics you sing. All he can hear is the piano your fingers dance across. Your presence is alluring. He floats closer until he’s standing at the edge of the stage. White lights shine in your eyes, obscuring anything more than a foot in front of you.
Jackson sits down at a table closer to your stage. He slides down in the chair. He’s enraptured by your movements. All of his thoughts disappear before you. Whatever you’re singing speaks to him at a profound level. His heart rate picks up and slows down illogically. People around him show more interest in their food and drinks than they show in you, but Jackson couldn’t be more different. Jackson thinks you finish the song much too soon. Even as you walk across the stage away from him and descend down the stairs, he can’t take his eyes off you. You’re angelic in every sense of the word.
Effortless smiles grace your face as you pass the crowd. Some compliment your playing. Others your voice. But to Jackson’s surprise, no one mentions you a as a whole. He doesn’t know anything about your personality but he can feel how good of a person you are. Maybe it’s because he can see you apologize to someone for bumping into you. Or maybe it’s because some divine force tells him it’s so.
You stop at the bar. You nod at the bartender ad he begins to make a drink without any other words. Jackson doesn’t know what comes over him. Something about you makes him feel shy. Even despite those feelings he moves over to you. His mind retreats further back with every step you take.
Soon he’s leaning up against the bar next to you. You glance at him. He can’t decipher what it is but something behind your eyes lights a fire within him. He’s never been one to flirt at a bar-side but figures he could give it a chance with what every particle in his being is telling him is love at first sight.
The sound of skin hitting leather resonates through the compound’s gym. Johnny grunts as he throws punches. He lands blow after blow on the punching bag. His eyes are harsh. Sharp and pointed in a way he hardly ever will let you see. Red and black boxing gloves adorn his hands. He arrived from his last “trip” about thirteen hours ago. Something happened when he was there, though he won’t tell you anything about it. At least he won’t for a while.
Your eyes travel from his arms down to his shoulders. His muscles tense and twitch with every movement he makes. Veins pop and pulse under his skin. Beads of sweat drip down his back. You’re upset that something happened to him, of course, but you can’t help but watch appreciatively. You’re openly gawking at him. The way he moves, the way he looks, everything. He doesn’t notice you, far too engrossed and concentrated in his training to see or care. Not that he would care if he did see.
The punching slows after a while. His heavy breathing becomes much more apparent. He lets his shoulders drop. His head rolls back, eyes closed. He waits there for a second before ripping one of his gloves off. He chugs a water bottle next to him as he walks over to you. Your smile makes some of his exhaustion subside. He holds his still-gloved hand out to you and you take it off for him. He reaches into his bag. You watch as Johnny pulls out a pair of gloves you recognize as the ones he bought for you a few months ago. Just the coloring on them makes you groan. He grabs your hands and slowly starts to slide your gloves on your fingers, ignoring the frown showing up on your face. He lifts your chin and kisses you softly.
“Don’t whine.”
Your pout deepens. Your head bumps against his stomach as your shoulders slump forward. He rolls his eyes at you but still lets you have your moment and slowly drags his fingers through your hair.
“I need you to be able to fight if someone tries something with you.”
“I wouldn’t do anything!” You collapse in the chair you sit on, sliding down.
He pulls you up. You slump over to the center of the room with him. He puts on a set of training mitts. He holds his hands out, waiting for you to start.
You let your head hang and try to look at him with sympathetic eyes. “I’m sore.”
He knocks your head lightly. He’s got a smirk playing on his lips, playing with you. “That doesn’t stop other things.”
You roll your eyes. You huff and shuffle closer to him. He squints down at you. You’ve still got a dramatic pout and resemble a kicked puppy as you protest and procrastinate everything happening. He watches you go through the stages you always do. Utter sadness, then contemplation while you rock up on your toes, looking at him with big doe eyes. He steels himself against your gaze, but a part of his heart still melts. You can see the bargaining in his eyes, already beginning to smile before he can speak.
“Fifteen minutes of training.”
You rock up and kiss his chin. The final stage, reluctant acceptance and a cute smile coming out. You ready your stance and holds your fists up. Johnny calls out different stances and punches. He criticizes your form with every punch and block. Almost immediately you run out of breath. Sweat forms on your skin. Johnny’s harsh inspection makes you nervous. He doesn’t hold back with anyone, even his boyfriend. He pushes you further and further, forcing you to pay attention. All of your focus is on the task in front of you, something that happens once in a blue moon. The look in your eyes reflects that.
You’re sweating harder now. Drops roll off your hair and fall onto your face. You flick your head back for a second, breathing deeply. You eye Johnny up and down. He can see you’re tired but knows how much you can truly handle.
Fluorescent lights shine and pulse down on you. Johnny holds his hands up in defense, blocking your hands effortlessly. You punch at his hands and hook up. Even you don’t know what you were trying to aim at. He half-steps back before you come close to his face. You swing helplessly at the air before Johnny reaches up to thump your head with his glove.
You glare at him and hold your fist up. You swing again. You try to punch quickly but Johnny blocks each one like he’s swatting a fly. Your hands fall down and you feel too tired to do anything more than look up at him. The slightest bit of something hidden is evident in his eyes.
“You-”
Your knees start to give out and you collapse to the ground. You lean on your hands for a few seconds before flailing back completely, laying with your arms and legs straight out on the concrete of the gym. Johnny watches your shoulders heave up and down. He takes the training gloves off. He sets an open water bottle by your head. You look at him through lidded eyes.
He looks down at you. “You lasted forty minutes.”
You make a noise of dissatisfaction, disliking him heavily for pushing you more than fifteen minutes. You yank the water bottle over to you and gulp it down clumsily with still-glove hands. You lay on the ground for a while. The room smells of heat and sweat and some remnants of anger from hours-ago Johnny. The fan hanging from the ceiling rotates endlessly but doesn’t do much to cool you down. You fall back onto the ground. Johnny sits next to you. He takes great care as he takes your gloves off. He massages your hands and moves down each of your fingers, then moves up to your shoulders. He takes his time until your breathing slows.
He leans over and tilts your chin up. The tips of his fingers delicately move down your jawline. “You fought for almost fifty-seven minutes last time, why not this time?”
“I’m tired.” Your eyes drift closed. “I don’t sleep well when you’re gone, you know that.”
“I just think you’re being lazy.” His fingers move along your neck.
He smirks as you shudder, his fingers holding your head still. Your eyes stay closed until you feel a light tug at the hair on the base of your neck. He leans down over you. The hand in your hair remains there. His other pushes flat against the floor beside your head. He moves to straddle your waist and leans down.
He kisses from the edge of your lips to your jaw. He pulls your hair again, just the slightest bit harder than he did before. Then he moves his hand down to your shoulder and chest. He pulls at the bottom edge of your shirt before lifting it over your head. You shiver against his cold fingers. You can feel a smirk against your neck. He pushes your arms to lay above your head and kisses across your neck and down your throat. His hand moves down to your waist, thumb slipping under your waistband. His nails scrape against your skin and you stretch up. He pinches your side. Your shirt lays a foot above you, hair sweaty and disheveled from his hands.
He leans right above your face, humming until your eyes open and latch onto his.
“Let’s,” He drags his eyes down your body before leaning down to hover his lips over yours. He bites down on your bottom lip before patting your waist, pulling at your waistband as he pulls his hand away. “Let’s go take a shower before I have to go to my next job.”
You nod, probably a bit quicker than you should. He stands and you scamper behind him. He grabs your things before walking directly to you, scooping you up to throw you over his shoulder.
*
Your right hand twitches in your jacket pocket. You swallow the bubble forming in your throat. The cold air chips against your skin and you hop it conceals your shaking hands. You grip the device and breathe out. You try to remember everything Johnny has taught you.
Breathe.
No sudden movements.
Don’t let them know you see them.
Stayed in crowded areas.
Call him.
One of those rules has already been broken. The heavy snow that has been falling for the entire morning keeps most of the people from the busy street. You pass open shops that have nobody but employees inside and street carts with only vendors staying around.
How many of them are there? You’re trying desperately to think like Johnny would. Three. At least. one is five foot away. The others are probably ten.
One stops at a sunglass stand for a whole two seconds. Another pretends to scroll on his phone, but you’re sure his thumb never touches the screen. The last doesn’t bother pretending. He just walks forward, following you without breaking.
You click on the app Johnny forced you to download. You pretended to be upset about it at the time but you appreciated his worry and thought it would be helpful. It’s not anything special, simply something Mark made when you began to be a bigger part in their lives. You push one of the buttons. The light goes green. An alert is sent to Johnny.
The only way to retract the alert, which is currently a mere “I may need help here” alarm, is to follow a specific set of instructions. Anything else or a simple mess up will send Johnny and the others boy a far more emergent “Get Here Now!” one.
As soon as the alert is set, Johnny’s icon appears. You put the phone to your ear.
“What’s going on?”
You can hear the garage doors of the compound rolling open. You bite your lip and breathe in.
Out.
In.
Out.
“Talk to me, sunshine, talk to me.” He clears his throat and grips the steering wheel. “How many?”
You put on a fake smile. Anyone who knows you could hear through the tone but hopefully the people behind you can’t hear it. “Yeah. I heard we were meeting at three. It might have changed to be closer to dinner, though.”
“Okay, okay. Stay on the phone.” Johnny weaves through traffic. He follows a preprogrammed boyfriend tracker. “Keep your head down.”
You grip your bag. You glance to the side, intending for it to look like you’re eyeing a shirt in a store window. “I’m a bit worried about my gift. I wonder if he’ll like it.”
Can he hear your heart pounding in your chest?
“I didn’t realize how close his birthday was. It was a bit of a panic buy.”
“You’ll be okay, love.” His voice is calm. You breathe a little easier but the twisting in your stomach doesn’t cease. “I’m almost there, I promise, then I can take you home, okay?”
You continue to walk, desperately searching for somewhere more populated. He continues to talk to you but all of his words of support go in one ear and out the other. Two people across the street jog in the opposite direction. You glance at them, but they don’t look anywhere close to you.
A fourth man is 100 feet ahead of you. Something in you twists and you know he’s apart of it. He begins to walk towards you. He strides with a very fast force towards you. You make darting eye contact with him before he pulls his eyes away.
“Johnny.” You pull your shoulders inward. You look to the side, searching every alleyway you pass for a way out.
With every step you take forward, every inch you move to the right or left, the man does the same.
“Love? Talk to me.”
The man picks up speed and you press another button on your phone. You can hear the alarm go through Johnny’s phone on the other end. The car engine purrs as he stomps on the gas.
“Sunshine, you have to talk to me. Say something.”
You brace yourself. You put on an uncomfortable smile. The man’s facial expression doesn’t shift as he continues to stomp in your direction. He bumps into your shoulder and continues walking.
You grunt at the hit but stay forward. He didn’t hit you that hard, it shouldn’t have hurt that bad, for a few fleeting seconds you think you’re simply being dramatic. You can’t see the man that hit you anymore. The three behind you are still on the same path but maybe it’s not as bad as it seems. The seriousness of the situation could just be a figment of your imagination.
Those thoughts are very quickly dispersed as your shoulder starts to burn. Johnny hears you hiss through the speaker. Your vision begins to blur soon after. You stumble to the side, bumping against the brick building beside you.
“John-ny…?”
“One minute. One minute. Stay still. I will be there in one minute, I swear.”
“He poked me…” You drop your bag and slump further down. “Something… numb.”
“One minute.” He repeats those two words over and over.
“Johnny-”
Johnny can hear fumbling through the receiver. He hears a harsh thump. His heart leaps into his throat. “Y/N? Sunshine?”
The line cuts out. He bangs the phone against the steering wheel. He casts the phone aside. He’s pushing the top speed his car can handle and is willing every car in his way to move or risk being moved.
He reaches your last-known destination in record time. He storms through the walkways and alleys, frightening every innocent soul in a three-mile radius. He spots a blinking-red phone on the ground, half buried in snow. His heart sinks. He makes his way to it, looking left and right for any sight of you or anyone shady.
You didn’t tell him what you were shopping for, but he can see his favorite chocolate, a small poster, and a board game you and Ten were talking about a few days earlier. He kneels down. His stony façade is long gone. He grits his teeth and pulls at his hair, sending an explanation text to Mark. A few of the guys finally meet Johnny up town. They clear the area and collect everything they can.
Johnny watches and re-watches the CCTV footage you were last seen on. There’s not much he can do from obsessing over the footage, Mark began running facial recognition of everyone in your area when the second alarm came through. Johnny walks to Taeyong. Taeyong, the ever imposing, squints at passersby as small minutemen explain the situation and what they’re doing about it. He doesn’t spare a glance at his right-hand man and Johnny is forever grateful. Despite how staggering and formidable the two normally are, Taeyong is the only one figure retaining that image. Johnny feels all too small in the moment, knowing he was just seconds behind saving you.
Your voice, his name being the last thing you said, replays endlessly. The sound compels him to square his shoulders.
He turns to his best-friend. They make cruel, ruthless eye contact, as Johnny states, dripping venom hotter than the sun. “Tear the city apart.”
*
Mark clears his throat. He stands in the threshold of the gym. Johnny doesn’t stop pummeling the punching bag in front of him. He can see where you normally sit, watching him with wide and awestruck eyes. The spot is empty now. The room feels too small. His chest feels hollow, his knees are about to buckle, the world around him is spinning, collapsing in on him with every second you’re not in front of him.
Mark finally breaks through the invisible barrier blocking the room. He clears his throat again. Johnny lands his final punch on the pretend hooded and masked creatures that took you.
Mark’s lips are pressed into a thin line as he speaks. “I thought you would want to hear the update.”
Johnny’s face is blank. No rage. No sadness. Nothing. Mark has known him long enough to know it’s all charade. Beneath the hard exterior he’s all feeling. A whirlwind of emotion and turmoil bubbling just under the surface. He doesn’t acknowledge what Mark says but walk the winding way to conference room. Mark sits at the front of the room, a small laptop positioned at the edge of the table. Taeyong sits at the head chair. He wears an expression impossible to read. He waits two seconds for Johnny to sit, but when Johnny makes it apparent he doesn’t plan to stay long, Taeyong stands.
“Twenty-nine hours have passed since the alert came through.” He starts. He looks at Johnny. His face does not twitch.
Taeyong mentioned your name at a meeting the night before. Johnny almost immediately blew up. He gripped the table and shut every word anyone said out. He yelled and punched everything he came across.
Taeyong isn’t eager to see that again.
So, he doesn’t say your name. “We have not yet narrowed down his location. But in a much deeper search of the CCTV footage of the surrounding 20 blocks, we found this.”
That’s Mark’s cue and he pulls up footage of a black van in an alleyway. Four men pile out of the side door, and just as a fifth closes it from the inside, Johnny sees it. His eyebrow twitches. He inches closer.
“That man,” Taeyong points and the camera zooms in. A man leans out of the van. In just two frames of the footage, the man’s bandana covering the bottom half of his face slips off, revealing a full face. “Is Wong Yukhei, also known as Lucas. When we ran facial recognition on him, we came to the realization that he was pretending to be-”
“His neighbor.” Johnny mutters the words. He feels far too out of breath to say it any louder. “He lives on the same floor- I’ve ridden in the elevator with him- He’s one of the ones that took-?”
Johnny’s jaw clenches. Bile stirs in his stomach and vomit threatens to spoil out. His vision starts to blur. Just as the world around him becomes overcome with red, Taeyong brings him back.
Taeyong leans on his palms. He looks Johnny directly in his eyes. “Johnny. This was a route he took frequently. They knew where the cameras were, hey planned this for a long time, but they still made a mistake. They made one mistake. They’ll make another. And we will capitalize on every second of it.”
Johnny shakes his head. He rolls his eyes and grips the table. “Great. We know what he looks like. We know he had a fake apartment where he could see Y/N every day. He was there, Taeyong! He was there every day and I had no clue about any of it! He was right there the entire time.”
Taeyong opens his mouth but Johnny rolls his eyes and continues.
“Wow! Yeah, we know that much. What is that going to do, Taeyong?”
Taeyong sighs. “We know his name. We have his face. We looked into the apartment he stayed at and have his alias. We’re scouring every database, every camera in the country, every mention of any names attached to him. We will find Lucas. Then we find his friends. We narrow down who these three are, and continue down that path until Y/N is in front of us.”
“I recognize you’re upset but we have to think of this like any other case. Both of us know it’s not, but we need to have clear heads.”
Johnny and Taeyong stare at each other for a few seconds. The air surrounding them is tense. Everyone else in the room is forced to stew in the uncomfortable silence while the two stand off.
“You have my word, Johnny.” Taeyong’s eyes don’t waver. “We will find him.”
*
Some minion acting way above his paygrade pulls your head back. He wraps his fingers in your hair and yanks your head until your face is pointed towards the ceiling. He forces eye contact, but through your blurred vision and black eyes you can’t make out any details. Not that you will need them. Your chest heaves. You’re breathing sounds ragged and rough. An intermittent screech rings in your left ear. You’re almost thankful for the hand holding it up as you don’t believe you would have the strength to do so on your own.
The man smacks you. He squints, lowering his face to hover three inches from your face. His breath is appalling. “Tell me what you know.”
You muster just enough strength to roll your eyes. He scoffs before wrapping his free hand around your throat.
“Give us the information and we might let you live.”
Your mouth feels so dry. Your head is aching. He’s squeezing your throat and blocking your airway but wants you to form sentences? You manage to gasp out a few words. “You think they tell me anything?”
He tilts your head back. His hand is clenching tighter. “You have to.”
You gasp and fight against the binds holding you. Black spots swim in your vision and your eyes begin to flutter closed. “N-n-”
“Then I guess you’ll die here.”
He lets you go. You gasp and cough, tears you didn’t know were pooling spill over your cheeks. The last thing you see before passing out completely is the man’s fist traveling towards your face.
*
Johnny kicks over a kitchen chair in Lucas’ fake apartment. It only has the bare essentials. A small bed. No TV. Enough food for two weeks. Johnny’s anger festers stronger and stronger as he watches people combing every square inch of the apartment for fingerprints and evidence. Two people looking through the apartment begin to talk. They talk about their personal lives and things that are so trivial and stupid and the hate he feels for the world finally tips over.
He punches the wall next to the door. The whole apartment comes to a standstill. His knuckles are already beginning to bleed before he pulls his hand back.
He finds himself at your door before he can fully process it. The reality of how close the people who took you were to you sets in. He tries to ignore the hurt in his heart to no avail. He pulls his key out and steps into your apartment. People have already searched your apartment. He appointed Winwin to make sure nobody ruined your apartment. Johnny couldn’t stand being there with so many others.
The lights in the hallway and your room are on. Your TV would still be on if Win didn’t shut it off when he came. Johnny flips on the rest of the lights as he walks through. You like every light available to you to be on. You open the blinds as soon as you wake and try to remember to close them the night after but more often than not Johnny closes them when he gets home.
Johnny remembers when he first met you. You would sit in the small sun rays in the hospital room for hours. He’s gotten into the habit of making sure every room you’re in has a window or two.
His fingers trail on the edge of one of your bookshelves. You recently reorganized your entire store-worth stock of books and he hasn’t figured out what system you used to do it. The only books he knows aren’t in their specific places are from your All Time Favorites shelf. You took two of them down before his last job. You stuck one in your bag and put another by your bedside table. Both of them were very frequent re-reads. You read them whenever you’re bored or overwhelmed or upset or when you need comfort or simply because you want to.
If he notices you in a rut or when he comes back from a long trip, he’ll grab one of the more worn copies and read you to sleep. He doesn’t find as much pleasure in reading as you do. Reading for himself is never a choice he makes. Reading to you, however, makes him much happier than he’s ever told you.
He would give anything to be able to read you to sleep tonight.
He travels further, walking to the kitchen. The smell of the burnt meal you tried to make four days ago has finally dissipated. All he sees in the home is you. He sees you sitting upside down on the couch and your phone falling on your face. Sees you hunched over a printed-out recipe with an expression that fills Johnny with concern for the building’s fire-resistance abilities. You standing on the bed and pacing back and forth with a book he bought you that you didn’t put down for days, even after two read throughs. He can smell the shampoo you use, hear your laugh, the music you play too loud through headphones or blast through speakers until Johnny comes home and worries someone will complain. He can feel your cold feet pressed against his legs and hands slithering under his shirt, your hair tickling his chin as you hug him as hard as you can every time he comes home.
Everything is you. You. You.
The world around him spins. He steadies himself against your counter, blocking out the negative thoughts of what he could have done differently or what is happening to you now.
From the corner of his eye, he can see a small succulent you bought weeks before. You wracked your brain for three days trying to think of a name. You finally chose “Sunny.” He remembers you watering him the night before everything happened. You love the thing. Johnny doesn’t know how to care for it, but thinks the least he can do is move it closer to the windowsill next to the sink and sprinkle it with some water.
Someone knocks on the door.
He grits his teeth.
He leaves every light on as he walks out.
*
Water drips from your hair. It hits your knees and rolls down. You retch forward as another bucket of water is poured on your head. You’re barely holding back what feels like gallons of water in your stomach from exploding out of you. You collapse in the chair, pulling against the restraints holding you back. A man in front of you holds another bucket. Someone behind you is filling two more buckets they’ve been rotating through. You’re not sure how long they’ve been doing this.
The rope holding your left leg feels loose. Something in your brain snaps. After a short haze of ideas, you kick out. You land two decent hits on the man’s leg, leaving large bruises on his shins. Your toes begin to throb immediately after. The man curses and dumps the water on your body in his hastiness. Your body is shaking very bad. Partially because of the pain you’re in but also because of how cold the room is. What’s left of your clothing is fully soaked. Your teeth chatter as the main interrogator asks you the same question he’s asked hundreds of times already.
You have the same answer. Complete silence. You look forward with dead eyes.
The cold cuts right through your bones, chopping what’s left of your psyche in a thousand pieces. The man tilts your chin up. Tiredness flows through your veins. You can barely hold your eyes open. Just doing that means the rest of your body falls forward in a slump. You hold your breath, waiting for another bucket of water to swamp your face.
Instead, hushed words are aimed at the man filling the buckets. He turns the water off and nods.
The one previously waterboarding you for answers steps out of the room. The cramped area goes silent, bar your haggard breathing. The lackey guards the door like you could even escape as a fully capable person. Without something to concentrate and fight against, your mind begins to race once more. The room is dim, it almost feels pitch black to how you typically like the world.
How many days have passed is a never answered question, when the last time you ate, or drank, or saw Johnny, or slept, or breathed without pain are thoughts you cannot bare to bring to the forefront of your mind. A year and four months has passed since you met Johnny when he blocked you from falling flat on the ground in the van the first time you were taken. There being a first or a second time is another thought you don’t want to think of.
No one ever tells you anything about their workings. You don’t mind it, honestly. It’s probably a good thing, you think, as your wrists ache from rope burn, because you’re not sure if you would have made it this long in silence if you did know something. It’s hard to think if anyone would be upset at you for that or not.
Johnny shields you from their “work” with poise. He knows just the right answers to your questions to satiate the curiousness without sharing anything that could damage you. Hell, you don’t even know where he is half the time. He goes out on “jobs” or “trips” and comes back with cuts and bruises, sometimes perfectly normal, or sometimes needing to sleep for four days straight before being able to be a functional human again. You’re never told locations, names, information, why he’s going there, when he’s coming back.
It worried you. Of course. You barely sleep when he’s gone and fret over how dangerous it is for him to disappear for so long, but you can’t shouldn’t don’t want to know any more information than necessary. Mark’s number is saved in your phone for when your mind races too far and you want to know if your boyfriend will come back to you. He gives you more information than he probably should sometimes. But he mostly just says how far away Johnny is, when he should be back, and confirming to you that your boyfriend is still alive. They both say you would be the first to know if something detrimental happened but part of you doesn’t believe that.
Before this happened, Johnny mentioned moving you. He wanted to move you to a safehouse he and the boys “own” closer to the compound, in a smaller city. He asked if you could officially live together too. Even though he already spends every second he’s in town in your bed already. The idea sounded great to you. The execution of that plan scared you. Moving away from the area you’ve grown to love in the two years you’ve lived there? That wasn’t the most exciting idea for you.
Now, as you stare at the flickering fluorescent lights and dripping tiles of the room around you, Johnny could move you to another planet and you would be ecstatic about it.
“He doesn’t know anything!” You can hear the water-pourer’s voice outside of the cell.
Someone flings the door open. A man with a sharp jawline and hooded eyes pushes the guard aside. Before he steps foot in the room, he eyes you up and down. He examines you before moving inside. He circles around your chair, a sneer permanently etched on his face.
He stops his pacing after two round trips, planting his feet square in front of you. You don’t move. Your body is too numb and worn to react.
“I’ve done everything.” The interrogator speaks from the doorway. “He’s telling the truth.”
The one in front of you, presumably the boss, kneels down. He looks up at your face for a second before standing again. “If he doesn’t know anything then we just got ourselves into a lot of trouble for no reward.”
He turns and jabs his pointer finger into the pourer’s chest. He stands a full-head taller than the interrogator. “You were the one that chose him. You were the one who orchestrated this whole thing. And when his boys show up up at our door, believe me, I’ll be sure to tell them just that.”
“Get something out of him, or both of you will be here waiting when they show up.”
*
A goon wordlessly places a gun in Johnny’s hand. Johnny loads it, cocking it back before slipping it into its holster. His eyes are narrowed in on the map on the wall. Mark printed out a layout of the building you are supposed to be inside. Winwin was planted in when they traced the kidnappers back. He couldn’t find the specific room, but the wing you should be in is circled in bright-red ink.
There’s a picture of you next to the map with a list of your features, the clothes you were wearing, and how to approach you if someone besides Johnny finds you. You’re smiling in the picture, a weird boxy smile that’s over-exaggerated, smile-lines around your mostly-closed eyes. Your nose is scrunched. Johnny can hear the sound of your laughter bubbling out of you after he snaps the photo.
He breathes in and out, pushing down the tornado in his stomach. He’s forced to look away from your smiling face when Taeyong enters the room. He doesn’t speak, simply nods, and let’s Johnny take the lead.
The growling of your stomach resonates off the concrete walls. Your eyes open and close slowly. Your skin is pulled taut against your bones. Bruises decorate your body. Your clothes are just tatters, flesh more visible than cloth, your skin is sickly and pale. Your body looks feeble. Brittle. Almost like a strong wind would blow you away. The cold room is too quiet. Thoughts of what else will happen in the small rooms crowds your head. You slump in the seat unable to hold yourself up. Your arms stretch out as far as they can behind you, too tired to keep yourself up or care about the pain in your shoulders and wrists.
Johnny stomps through the building. In any other situation, a bit more grace would be called for, but with you on his mind, all Johnny can manage to do is stampede. With the way the minions react when he walks through, the less graceful and infinitely terrifying method seems to be working. Most of the defense the compound has runs away scared as the group walks through, the less intelligent ones staying to be easily taken down.
Johnny follows his small map, being flanked by other soldiers beside him. He gets to the hallway you’re supposed to be in. Originally it was thought it would be a difficult to find where you were positioned. However, the naivety and newness of whoever these people are shows as Johnny rounds the corner and sees four guards outside a large metal door. No other doors, even those to the vault or the control room, had any doors, much less four of them.
Each of the men are holding weapons of their own. All of them are aimed down the hall Johnny’s heading down. Johnny tears through them without any hesitation. The guards don’t have a chance to pull their triggers before they fall to the ground. Johnny kicks open the door and sees you.
You’re tied to a chair facing towards the door. Your chin is flush against your bare chest. Your arms are torqued behind your body in a way that visibly feels so uncomfortable. Your eyes are closed. Johnny can’t see your chest move as you breathe and his heart clenches in his chest. He takes a step back, recovering quickly to spring into action. He cuts the rope holding you in place. You fall forward and don’t open your eyes. He holds you in his lap, desperately trying to get your limp body to react in any way.
“Get Jaehyun!” Johnny yells at the ones he was with. He rubs your chest and holds your face. “Sunshine, hey, come on.”
He checks for a pulse. Weak but still there. He lays you flat on your back. Your eyelids are half closed. Eyes rolled back in your head. Blood pools under your body. Johnny needs to find the source of the bleeding and try to get you stable but he can’t handle looking at anything but your face.
“Open your eyes. Please. Please, sunshine, you have to talk to me.”
Two pairs of footsteps can be heard running down the hallway, followed by two more pairs, heavier but less-rushed. Jaehyun can be seen moments later. He pushes Johnny’s hands away and sets to work on you. Taeyong pulls Johnny out of the room. Johnny can just see Jaehyun lean down to listen to your breathing before Jaehyun’s two assistants that were following him block his view.
Johnny fights against Taeyong’s hold. “Let me-”
“You can’t help right now. Jaehyun needs to fix him before you can go in there.”
“Taeyong!”
Taeyong grips his shoulders. “You’ll just get in the way, Johnny. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but you need to stay here until Jaehyun can wake him up. You shouldn’t see him like that.”
“He has to be okay, Tae- He- I can’t- I have to help. I have to do something.” Johnny falls to his knees. His breath feels stuck in his chest. His head hangs low. “Please.”
Taeyong turns his head, unable to handle looking at his friend in this way. Your hand is just visible between the bodies of people trying to help you. It lays limp against the concrete. Taeyong can see blood on the ground. Some pools are already dried over, others still damp, or still forming. Taeyong’s heart feels heavy in his chest. He stands with Johnny, his hand resting on Johnny’s shoulder, while Jaehyun works on you. Johnny’s whole body shakes as he sits there, waiting for you to call out for him or fall into his lap with a bug hug. Instead his heart pounds in his ears and his thoughts are clouded with how far he let you down. Johnny can’t tell if he’s crying.
A stretcher is wheeled in after a few agonizing minutes. You’re pushed past Johnny. An oxygen mask adorns your face. Your breathing is more visible but you’re still laying with closed eyes and a limp body. All color is drained from your body. Blood is still coming from somewhere despite your upper torso being bandaged. He’s dragged away from staring by Jaehyun.
“He’s alive, Johnny, but his pulse is still weak. He needs a lot of help, help I don’t think I can give him, so we’re going somewhere near by.” Jaehyun nods his head and runs after you, yelling out words to the other people.
Johnny breathes in and out. He slowly begins to gather his bearings. He recovers a lot slower than he should but he can’t muster the courage or the strength to do much else. He finally begins to stand and starts to move after you.
He gets to the cars as they load you into an ambulance. Taeyong catches up with him and grabs a pair of keys. “I’ll drive. Let’s go.”
*
You’re laying flat on your back when you come to. Whatever you’re laying on is much softer and more comfortable that the chair or concrete you were sanctioned to before. Your eyes are bleary. It takes too long for them to adjust to your surroundings. When they finally do, the all-too familiar look of a hospital room is obvious. But, instead of the sterile and bleak look you’re used to, this room has plastic stars stuck to the ceiling. They shine lightly but you like the change. You can see more lights from the corners of your eyes.
Night lights.
Johnny turns them on when you have nightmares.
You turn your head. You ignore the panging pain in your neck and search for him. He lays on a cot pushed next to your bed. It stands roughly half a foot below your hospital bed. His hand dangles on the edge of your bed, palm facing up. His fingers twitch and you reach out. You strain against the movement, groaning quietly. Your hand falls on top of his and Johnny jerks awake. He snatches the blanket off his legs and darts his eyes around the room. His gaze falls on you and he gasps. He grips your hand tightly and sits up, moving over to sit halfway on your bed and half on his. You grimace at his hold on you. Despite your best efforts to stifle it, he catches it.
“Sorry,” He moves up the bed. He leans down, lightly touching your cheek. He looks over every centimeter of your face. Tears begin to appear in his eyes. “Hey, Sunshine.”
Your voice is hoarse as you try to speak. “You-”
Johnny turns to grab one of the multiple glasses of water he has set up, only removing one of his hands from you. He holds the glass to your lips. You take a slow drink and blink slowly.
“Night-lights.” You state. Your eyes feel heavy but you don’t want to go back to sleep just yet. “Thank you.”
“You don’t like when rooms are bare, I needed to do something for you.”
“How long?” You ask. Your voice is still rough, it grates against your ears and sounds foreign, like the water didn’t help at all.
He grabs a pillow, stuffing it behind your back and helps you sit up. He frets for a few seconds before feeling okay in his answer. “We found you three days ago. You’ve been in and out since. You wouldn’t open your eyes. You made noise though. It sounded like you were arguing with someone in your dream.”
You blink at his words. You almost still seem unconscious. Johnny scoots you over, moving to sit next to you on the small bed. You lean into him and he holds you close. Johnny can feel your shoulders stutter and shake. He hears you sniffle a few times before you turn your head and begin to sob into his chest. You cry against his chest for a while. It’s a harsh cry. Violent and absolutely awful to hear. Johnny’s tears reappear in his eyes. He lets you cry for as long as you need, though he does begin to worry about you dehydrating next to him.
You finally begin to calm down. Your breathing slows. Johnny rubs your back. He stays in silence with you until you’re comfortable enough and ready to speak again.
“Can we live together? Will you move somewhere else with me?” It feels like a childish question to ask, but you don’t know what else to do.
Johnny kisses your forehead and nods. “We’re moving together and I’m not going to let you out of my sight for a long time. And you might get a bodyguard if I ever have to go anywhere.”
“I think I may be okay with that.”
Johnny can’t help but smile at you. “I’m sorry this happened to you. None of the things that have happened to you would have if it wasn’t for me.”
“I also wouldn’t be in love if it weren’t for you.” Your hand grips Johnny’s shirt, clinging to the very thought of him. “None of this was my fault. None of this was your fault. It was nobody’s fault but the ones in the van.”
“And what’s left of them is being handled as we speak.” Johnny mumbles. He rubs your back and moves his hand to brush your hair from your face. “I don’t want you to worry about anything for a long, long time.”
“How long can you stay?”
“I’m taking a leave of absence from my trips.” Johnny answers with what he hopes is enough of an answer.
It isn’t.
You tilt your head up. The movement hurts, Johnny can see it in your eyes. Every tiny movement or look is worlds of pain for you. You’ve never been great at lying.
“You like going, though. You like to help Taeyong and the boys out.”
Johnny leans so close to you, the tip of his nose brushes against yours. You become hyper-aware of the last time you brushed your teeth or took a shower. “I like you, your safety, your well-being, and your piece of mind, much more than anything else in this world. I hated leaving you before this happened anyway, this is just giving me an extra push to take a break.
You smile. Your eyes are still sunk in, the bags under your eyes haven’t fully disappeared yet, but the color has returned to your face. You’re just as bright as you were before. Johnny’s light-house in a restless sea. You yawn and push your head down, finding your spot underneath his chin. Johnny never would have imagined having someone like you. Someone that could make everything that was so important to him before seem like child’s play. You’re pressed against his chest. You’re breathing is even. You’re safe in his arms. He doesn’t want to move away from this spot and will do anything he can to keep it this way. Working for Taeyong and with Taeyong has been the most important thing in his life for a while, but a year with you and a possible lifetime with you is enough to get him to contemplate giving it all up.
You would hate if he told you that. You don’t want to do anything to cause any rife with him, but Johnny doesn’t want to be any part of the reason you’re in a hospital bed or why you’re worried about staying alone in your own apartment. Screw it if Taeyong becomes upset about him leaving the life or people call him soft behind his back. He needs you to be safe. Even if ten years down the line you’re with someone else and doing something much different in your life, you need to be okay.
For now, Johnny will keep you in the hospital bed, even when he knows you’ll protest in the morning and want to go exploring despite everyone telling you that you need to stay still.
And Johnny will put up a front for a while but eventually relent and place you in a wheelchair. He’ll push you to a spot with the largest windows and you’ll sit there for hours. He’ll let you lead him as far as you can go.
He’ll spend every waking moment with you until you’re healed. Then he’ll move you into an apartment in a different city, with bodyguards assigned to you, and a good alarm system.
And when you ask about his job down the line, he’ll tell you he’s made the completely-unrelated-to-you decision to finally give up that life, and you’ll grow tired of having to spend every living second with him.
HAPPY MERRY (possibly late) CHRISTMAS this is what you get heathens, you’re welcome
•summary:christmas traditions with joshua •pairing: joshua hong x male!reader • word count: 1158 •to do
“Remember,” Joshua watches you pull the plate of cookies away from your younger siblings and cousins. “We have to save some for Santa.”
Some of the kids gasp, all of them looking at you with wide eyes. One of them looks at their cookie with horror.
“Which ones do you want to save?” You ask.
Your youngest sister, sitting on your lap, leans forward. She pokes at one. It’s a sugar cookie very sloppily- or prettily as Joshua should say- decorated by her. Red, green, and purple icing cover it in different splotches. It looks to be the remnants of a snow-man.
“That one? How many should we give him?”
Joshua wants to interact with you in this precious moment. He wants to join in making the kids gasp and smile, but he’s locked in his spot. He’s leaning against the counters with an empty mug in his hands.
The five below-eight-year-olds throw out different answers. One of your cousins asks about food for the reindeer, and you very excitedly mention you brought special carrots for them. Joshua smiles at you. He would be lying if he said he was completely excited to be with your family over the holidays instead of only with you or with his own family, but this moment. This moment with a bunch of kids crowding around you and you becoming more excited than he’s seen all week. You smiling and decorating cookies, making gingerbread men, reading Christmas stories, and putting up Christmas lights everywhere. It couldn’t be more perfect. He never wants to leave. He doesn’t want the Earth to move at all.
Sadly, it does.
A 9pm timer for the kids goes off. You gasp and look over at Joshua. He’s knocked breathless by how beautiful you look before reality comes back. He presses the button to stop the alarm and watches the beginnings of chaos. Some of the older kids look around, not quite knowing what to do. You stand up and put your sister down. You, very dramatically, look at your wrist. You’re not wearing a watch, but none of the kids are paying very close attention to that.
Your mom appears from the living room, followed by the teenagers and the kid’s parents. She shakes her head and looks to you. “We should check where Santa is.”
One of your older cousin’s drops his mouth open. “I hope we didn’t stay up too late! He might’ve passed us already.”
Every other parent groans and begins to calm their kids down. Your cousin’s wife smacks his shoulder.
You smile. “Let’s check. I’ll get my computer.”
The kids scramble into the living room. Somebody manages to hand you the computer before it gets trampled. You type in the tracker and wait for it to load. The kids crowd around you, all of them trying to get a good look. The ones that can read analyze the webpage like it’s a bomb-defusing manual. The others look to you with frazzled expressions.
“Co-lor-a-do.” One of the kids sounds the word out.
“He’s in Colorado.” You shake your head and point to the screen. “Look, we’re up here. How far away is he? How many states away is Colorado? One, two.”
The kids count with you, then look at each other.
“Two states away?” Your mom shakes her head. “That’s pretty close. Maybe we should all get to bed.”
The kids nod and scatter into the house, quickly followed by their guardians. You close your laptop with a smile. You finally walk up to Joshua. Your smile is so bright. It penetrates right through his chest. Something future-seeking stirs inside him. He wants to spend every Christmas like this. With you, surrounded by family, with kids freaking out about Santa, and the smell of Peppermint and Gingerbread mixing in the air.
Joshua leans down to kiss you. Your smile doesn’t change at all. If anything, it gets warmer.
“Do we have to get presents ready for the kids?” He whispers the question in case of any little ears.
You seem confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Santa brings presents.”
He rolls his eyes at you. “I love you.”
The statement is slightly odd in the situation, but you return it.
“I love you too.” You wink at him. “Merry early-Christmas.”
His hand caresses your face. The kids running around you and the adults beginning to gather supplies fade away. You look at each other for a while before the realization of your family being in the room comes to you again. You step back with a final kiss on his cheek.
“I think we should eat some of the cookies, so Santa doesn’t get full only at our house. And somebody should take a few bites of the carrots for the reindeer.” You giggle at yourself. “What do you think?”
“I think Santa and his reindeer will have already had some of each, so it’s the least we could do, really,” Joshua adds on.
*
You sit underneath the tree, pushing presents back further to stop them from completely taking over the living room. Joshua hands you different gifts. He watches you painstakingly place each present even when you know at 6:15am tomorrow morning it’ll all be gone.
“What kind of traditions are we going to have for our kids?”
His question surprises you some. He can see it with the quick flash of panicked expression before the thought sets in.
“Ooh,” You’re seriously thinking it over. “I’m not sure. What do you think?”
“I like how all of your family says Santa is real, and if you say he isn’t, you don’t get presents.” He smiles. “The putting up of the Christmas tree closer to Halloween, not so much.”
You nod your head. “Yeah, I agree with that one. Your family does Secret Santa, though, and I would love that when they got older. Oh! And opening one present on Christmas Eve and it’s always matching pajamas that you have to wear when opening presents, that’s got to stay forever, I don’t care if we have moody teenagers and they hate it.”
“Definitely.”
Quiet passes for a second. Both of you have small smiles on your faces. You look at Joshua. Both of you nod at the same time.
“All out decorations.” You nod your head.
“Our house will be the star of the Good-School-Zone sub-division we will live in.”
“Oh, yeah. Karen down the street who runs the HOA and has lived there since the houses were built is going to pissed that we have better decorations than her.” You nod your head. You’re already scripting arguments with this fake woman. “And all of the kids will love coming to our house for Halloween. Full-Size Candy Bars.”
Joshua laughs as you over pronounce each word.
You’re excited about your future children together, and his heart swells. You’re already filling his future life. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
