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The flash of a memory from a year ago went through her mind as she sat down on the sofa surrounded by so much happiness. So different from last time. How all the hopes she’d had for the first peacetime Christmas were shattered when suddenly Siegfried had invited Dorothy to Christmas lunch. And even though he had done exactly what she’d told him to do, her inside was like an open wound. She remembered how the muscles in her face had ached from smiling constantly. To be honest, it wasn’t a smile, it was more like a grimace, a contortion. And no one had noticed. Siegfried hadn’t even looked at her, he almost seemed to avoid her. It had been a horrible day from beginning to end.
fixing each other's collar/zipper/tie/etc - getting unexpectedly close, breath catching when they realize (or their light touches burning into the other's skin)
^ also moving someone's hair out of their face/behind their ear
^ or touching someone's necklace/bracelet/watch
eye contact in a crowded room, but not exchanging any words/expressions - just looking at each other, the rest of the world going still.
^a(n unironic) wink in this situation. or an eyebrow raise, lick or bite of lips, or head tilt. there's something in the subtlety of it - like "this is between us"
pulling someone in by their belt loops??? this is so random idk
feeling the other's breath/lips ghosting their neck
any sort of whisper. anywhere. goddamn.
a long pause when someone is speaking, as though they lost their train of thought while looking at the other person
their bodies accidentally pressed together - being stuck in a small space, falling onto one another, or having to sit really close together. the pause when it's realized.
^this but they're hiding
"make me"
"i dare you"
"and if i do?"/"what will i get (if i do)?"
"show/tell me what you want"
the pinky reach before holding hands for the first time
slow dancing (the hand placement, eye contact, proximity, MUSIC)
teaching the other something that involves physical contact (like holding their hands while trying to balance on a skateboard, or guiding their hands somewhere)
eye contact, waiting for one to fold
"don't do that to me" (tempting the other)
sharing earbuds - forced proximity, the vulnerability in sharing things that matter to them
i'm back!! i'm in a huge slump rn, so submit to my "ask" box if there is anything you want to see :) alsoo if you have anything to add to this list, reply to the post!! i love hearing what you guys have to say
Warnings: Beomgyu with a guitar should be a warning itself, reader has small hands (smaller than Beomgyu’s at least), descriptions of making out Beomgyu is a little tease
Summary: You were supposed to hang out with your boyfriend yet somehow ended up receiving a guitar lesson and a lesson in patience.
You got to his dorm right when he ended his live, greeted with the sound of his soft sighs and the sight of him getting up from the floor.
“Perfect timing,” he said and grinned, arms finding your waist and wrapping you up in a warm embrace.
You melted into his touch and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers naturally making their way to play with the ends of his hair.
“Actually, Soobin told me you were in the middle of doing a live. So I was with him and Yeonjun while I was waiting for you,” you admitted, your eyes flitting to his guitar on the couch.
“Were you playing guitar on live?” you asked softly, eyes sparkling up at him.
He let out an overdramatic gasp and put a hand over his heart.
“You didn’t watch?” a feigned hurt expression now on his face.
You rolled your eyes playfully and took his hand away from his chest, gently bringing it back to your waist, already missing his warmth.
“You told me not to watch, ‘cause you get all shy knowing that I am,” you reminded him.
“Since when do you listen to what I tell you not to do,” he mumbled with a pout and let go of you, taking a seat on the couch. He picked up the guitar, bringing it to his lap and you watched with undivided attention as his fingers began to strum random chords.
“I can watch now, will you play me something please?” you asked him sweetly, moving to sit next to him.
“Oh, so you want a private show?” he laughed, his lips turning upwards into a small smirk. Despite his teasing tone and smirk, you were still able to see the way his ears blushed red at your request.
You sat crisscrossed on the couch, facing him, and nodded. “Please?” You asked again, drawing out the word a little and giving him a look you knew he couldn’t resist.
He blushed again, not trying to hide it this time, and looked away from you. He couldn’t say no to you.
“Any requests?”
“You can play anything, just as long as you sing too,”
He smiled endearingly at you and shook his head in an attempt to move his hair away from his eyes. You saw this and leaned forward, gently brushing his hair away from his face. You met his gaze and you both blushed, still getting shy around each other even after all this time. You couldn’t help it, seeing him gives you butterflies the same way it did the first time you laid eyes on him.
With his hair out of his face, for now, he sat back comfortably and began to strum. You recognized the melody of “Maze In The Mirror” right away and just watched him in awe. He kept his eyes on you as he played and sang, feeling more nervous than when he was live.
He finished playing the song and you started to applaud loudly, knowing how shy it would get him. You were right, he was a blushing mess and couldn’t look you in the eye which caused you to laugh at him.
“I wish I could play the guitar,” you pouted, hands carefully reaching out to touch the strings.
His eyes lit up hearing that, and you were sure you’d be able to see a lightbulb go off over his head if it were possible.
“Let me teach you,” he said, excitement evident in his voice.
Your eyes widened slightly as they shifted from him to his guitar and then back to him.
“R-right now?” You sputtered out.
He only smiled and nodded, holding his guitar out for you to take while scooching closer to you. You hesitantly took the instrument from him, setting it in your lap and placing your hands where you saw him put them. He watched you curiously to see how far you could get on your own and chuckled when you looked up at him confused.
“How do I play chords?” you asked him quietly, afraid of sounding utterly stupid.
He could only laugh, his eyes full of love as he tried moving your fingers to splay out against the fret of the guitar, but to no avail.
“Well if your fingers would cooperate, this would be a C chord,” he said softly, trying again to place your fingers on the right strings in the right fret.
You sighed loudly after about forty minutes of trying, your patience wearing thin and you could tell he was growing disappointed in himself for not being able to teach you.
“Beomie, this isn’t working. Your instruction is great, my hands are just too small for this,” you frowned, holding the guitar out for him to take it back from you.
He wasn’t one to give up though, he was persistent and that was one of the things you loved about him.
“I have an idea, come here,” he said after thinking for a bit and he pulled you closer to him.
He set the guitar down and pulled you onto his lap, holding you close, your back pressing against his chest. You held the guitar in your lap again, this time sitting in Beomgyu’s lap with his hand on the fret and your hand holding a pick to the strings. He positioned his fingers the way he tried to position yours and motioned for you to strum, which you did, the sound coming from it not sounding right. You tried again, playing it better this time, the slight progress motivating you to continue. Eventually, you recognized the familiar tune of “Skipping Stones” (barely) and you smiled.
“I knew you could do it,” he said proudly after you finished playing the song.
You giggled softly, “You did most of the work though.”
He ran a hand through his hair then rested his chin on your shoulder, “but you were the one that actually played it,” he quipped back, pressing a soft kiss to the crook of your neck which caused you to jump.
It also caused you to shift his lap, the air around you suddenly becoming hot. The proximity was distracting, and you tried your absolute hardest not to let it get to you earlier while he was “teaching” you. But now, he wasn’t teaching you, it felt like he was teasing you. You turned your head to look at him, your eyes locking with his, and you couldn't help the way your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes were dark, filled with a desire that made your heart race and made you think he wanted you to sit in his lap for more than just the impromptu guitar lesson.
He moved the guitar to the floor, his hand now on your waist pulling you even closer to him. You could feel the hardness of his body pressed against your backside, and you knew he could feel the way your body was reacting to his touch. He held you firmly in place, his lips moving to your earlobe, nibbling on it gently before whispering, "Let me teach you something else." His breath was hot against your skin.
You turned your head slightly, trying to catch his lips with your own, but he pulled back teasingly, a smirk on his face.
“Patience jagiya,” he whispered again. You could feel his lips ghosting over your neck, his breaths becoming labored as he teased you with light touches and small kisses. He wanted to teach you about patience? This felt more like torture.
“Beomgyu, just kiss me–” you pleaded, but he still wouldn’t give in.
He knew you loved his lips on you, and he was doing everything he could to keep his own from yours. He pulled back, his hand still holding you close to his body. You knew he was up to something, but you couldn't resist his touch. His lips moved down your neck, leaving small kisses and light touches that sent shivers down your spine. You gripped onto him tightly, your body trembling with anticipation.
"Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
You knew he could hear you, though, and you could feel the way his body responded to your plea. He shifted his body slightly, moving you so you were now straddling him. He continued his teasing for another moment before finally giving in.
He pressed his lips against yours softly, the kiss starting innocent and sweet. Your hands gripped his hair, slightly tugging on the strands, fingers finally able to roam through his hair, which you did lovingly. The kiss intensified, almost as if he was trying to devour you, but you didn't care. You wanted it just as much as he did. You pressed yourself against him, not wanting to break for even a second but you needed to breathe. You pulled your face away from his and he looked at you questioningly, his breathing heavy. You were both breathing heavily, but when you looked into his face, you knew you couldn't stop now. Your lips met again and this time you felt his tongue slip into your mouth.
His hands trailed up your thighs, and you felt his fingers dig into your skin with a fervor that matched your own. As the kiss deepened, his grip tightened, and you couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth. His hands moved up to your waist again, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss even further. You could feel the heat emanating off of him, and it only served to fuel your already intense desire for him.
This time he was the one who pulled back, panting heavily.
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?" he asked breathlessly.
You smiled softly at him, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.
"Teach me how to play guitar or make out with me like this?” you teased, a small giggle escaping your lips.
“Both,” he chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose. You smiled widely and scooted closer to him, burying your face into his neck. His arms wrapped around you, the warmth of his body making you feel completely at ease.
“Let’s watch a movie.”
You smiled, nodding your head in agreement while climbing off his lap and settling next to him on the couch. He gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek before moving to the side to pick up the remote from the end table, turning the TV on with the volume low. He grabbed the blanket from the floor, pulling you under the warm fabric. He pulled you tightly against him, his chin resting on the top of your head as the movie began. The feeling of his warmth against you was absolute bliss, the movie acting as background noise because you could only pay attention to him. At the same time, he looked at you, suddenly growing shy as he caught you staring.
“Something else on your mind?’ he asked softly.
“Just wondering about what else you want me to let you teach me,” you replied with a smirk.
You could feel the way his body shivered against you, and you pulled the blanket tighter around the two of you, snuggling your face into his chest.
"I'm sure I can think of something," he replied with a mischievous grin.
You smiled softly and you could feel his heartbeat against your ear as you laid your head on his chest, your hands kneading his sweater gently. The movie played in the background, but you still didn't pay it too much attention. All you could think about was Beomgyu, and how happy he makes you. You didn't think you could be this genuinely happy.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.
"I love you, too," you replied, kissing his chest lightly. "A lot."
He held you closer to his body and you knew that you could get used to being loved by him.
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A warm breeze brushed against your skin as you stepped outside. The sky was a clear, vibrant blue with fluffy white clouds scattered across it. The grass beneath your feet was a lush, emerald green and the flowers bloomed in an array of bright colors, filling the air with their sweet fragrance. You heard the familiar chime of your phone and saw a text from your best friend Yeonjun asking if you wanted to hang out today.
You met Yeonjun when you moved to Seoul for high school. When you first arrived, the bustling city was overwhelming and intimidating. But Yeonjun, with his effortless charm and outgoing nature, made sure the pretty new girl felt welcome. You two found that you got along well, and shared many common interests. As time passed, your bond with Yeonjun grew stronger as you discovered more shared interests and spent countless hours laughing and exploring together. Eventually, he became more than just a friend, he was your confidant, your support system, your best friend. And you were grateful for his friendship every day.
You replied a simple "sure" to his text and asked where to meet him, since you were already outside. He quickly replied saying to meet up at your spot. It was a small, secluded park not far from your neighborhood, where the two of you often went to escape the bustling city and find solace in each other's company. With a smile on your face, you began making your way towards the park. As you walked, memories of all the adventures (and misadventures) you and Yeonjun shared came to mind. There was that time you both somehow got lost in the heart of the city, stumbling upon hidden alleyways filled with cozy cafes and quaint bookstores. And there was the time he decided you should take a spontaneous road trip, driving for hours without any destination in mind. When you arrived at the park, Yeonjun was already waiting for you on a bench under a blossoming cherry tree. His eyes lit up when he saw you, a smile spreading across his face. You couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at the sight of him. Yeonjun has always had that effect on you, his presence bringing warmth to your heart.
You walked towards him, the soft grass cushioning your footsteps. The cherry blossoms danced in the gentle breeze, their petals falling delicately around you. As you approached the bench, Yeonjun stood up and pulled you into a warm embrace, holding you tightly against his chest.
“Did you wait long?” you asked him softly after pulling away.
He shook his head no, even though he did wait for a little while, and threw an arm around your shoulders.
You smiled and leaned into him, “So, what did you want to do?”
“I was thinking we do our usual,” he said and smirked knowingly.
You groaned at his mischievous smirk, knowing exactly what he meant by "our usual." It was like a secret code the two of you had developed over time, a signal for your special escapades. As fun as they were, Yeonjun had a lot more energy than you did and your “usual” always left you tired. With a playful glint in his eyes, Yeonjun led you towards a hidden pathway that snaked through the park, lined with blooming flowers and vibrant greenery. The path lead to a secluded clearing, surrounded by tall trees that created a natural canopy above. You two discovered this place during your senior year of high school, and went there often. As you reached the clearing, you noticed a blanket spread out on the grass, adorned with a picnic basket and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
Your eyes widened in surprise, along with delight.
"Oh, Jjunie," you whispered, touched by his thoughtful gesture.
Yeonjun flashed you a lopsided grin, his eyes sparkling with affection.
"I wanted to do something special for my best friend," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity.
“And give you a little break,” he teased, knowing how tired you got on your adventures.
You chuckled, appreciating his consideration.
"Well, I appreciate both the special gesture and the break," you replied playfully, sinking down onto the blanket.
Yeonjun joined you, sitting cross-legged next to you, that mischievous glimmer still present in his eyes.
As you both began to enjoy the delicious spread of food he had prepared, a comfortable silence fell before you. The sun filtered through the leaves above and cast a gentle glow upon your faces. It was moments like these where you truly appreciate the beauty of your friendship. Watching you with a soft expression, Yeonjun reached to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. You smiled sweetly at the gesture. This wasn’t anything new, Yeonjun was always touchy with you, and you never minded.
“Ready?” he asked as he saw you finishing up.
You looked up at him confused.
“Ready for what..?”
“You didn’t think this was all we were doing today, did you?” He asked, that teasing tone ever present in his voice.
Yeonjun always had a knack for surprises, and this time was no different it seemed. You watched with anticipation as he pulled out two movie tickets from his back pocket, waving them in front of you.
"I thought we could go see that new action film you've been dying to see," he said, excitement evident in his voice.
“I’d… I’d really like that, yeah,” you said and smiled up at him.
He was always so thoughtful, there were times when he knew just what you needed even before you did. The movie theater wasn't far from the park, so you made it just in time to see all the previews. Inside the dimly lit theater, you found yourselves nestled comfortably in two plush seats in the back row. The previews began to play on the screen, and Yeonjun leaned closer to whisper in your ear, the sudden close proximity causing you to jump.
"I'm glad I could make you smile today," he murmured.
His warm breath tickled your ear, causing your cheeks to heat up. You turned to face him, feeling the heat between the two of you grow.
"You always make me smile," you whispered back, your voice barely audible over the sound of the movie trailers.
Two hours later, the two of you walked out of the movie theater, one of Yeonjun’s arms slung around your shoulders as usual. You walked through the city, window shopping with the promise of coming back tomorrow to go actual shopping. You remember him saying that he felt like having ice cream, so you pulled him towards the ice cream parlor and told him to get whatever he wanted. As you stood in line, Yeonjun's arm still draped casually around your shoulders, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The day had been perfect, from the surprise picnic to the action-packed movie, and now the cherry on top- treating your best friend to ice cream.
Yeonjun's eyes scanned the variety of flavors displayed behind the glass counter, a grin finding its way onto his lips. You knew that grin all too well, it meant trouble.
"Jjunie..." you trailed off, sounding nervous as you glanced up at him.
His mischievous smile widened as he looked down at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"What's wrong, (Y/N)? Don't trust me to choose your ice cream?" he teased, his voice laced with playful innocence.
You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what Yeonjun was capable of when it came to making choices for you.
"You know exactly why I'm nervous," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.
Yeonjun let out a hearty laugh, his arm tightening around your shoulders.
"Don't worry, I won't make you try any weird flavors this time," he assured you with a playful wink.
You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, but couldn't help but be intrigued by the mischievous glint in his eyes. Yeonjun turned his attention back to the counter and pointed at a flavor that seemed relatively normal compared to his usual choices. He ended up picking both your and his favorite, suggesting the two of you share. Walking out of the ice cream parlor, the two of you found a nearby bench to sit on. The warm summer air wrapped around you as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything in its path. You sat close to each other, your shoulders touching as you savored the sweet treat in your hand. Yeonjun was oddly quiet, and as you were about to look at what he was up to, the sound of his voice broke the silence.
“Can I kiss you?”
Your heart raced at his sudden question. The air around you seemed to thicken, filled with a potent mix of anticipation and nervousness. You stared into his eyes, searching for any hint of jest or playfulness, but all you found was sincerity and longing. Your mind raced, trying to process the weight of his question. Yeonjun's gaze never wavered, his eyes locked onto yours as he awaited your response. The world seemed to hold its breath, also waiting for your answer.
His question remained up in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires, as you continued to think. You had been best friends for years, but there had always been an undercurrent of something more between the two of you. You always thought it was one sided, but now, with his sudden question hanging in the air, you realized that perhaps it was time to explore what lay beyond friendship.
With a soft smile, you leaned closer to him, your heart still pounding in your chest.
"Yes," you whispered, your voice carrying the unspoken promise of something new.
As the word left your lips, Yeonjun's face fell slightly with relief. His eyes sparkled with joy as he closed the remaining distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It was soft and sweet, a perfect reflection of the emotions swirling between you. His lips felt warm against yours, fitting perfectly as if they were always meant to be there.
a/n: and here’s jjunie’s part! In this situation, they were best friends first, but after the first kiss is when they begin that transition from best friends to lovers ♡
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