Got7 x reader
A/N: I am so obsessed with Yugyeom's AOMG era. He burned those damn skinny jeans the moment he left JYP. If there's a song for this fanfiction- it would be Hey daddy (Daddy's Home) by Usher. (Someone please get Yugyeom a girlfriend 😫)
Word count: 2485
Warnings: None just some fluff
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You turned off your phone with a pout, still frustrated that Yugyeom hadn’t responded to your texts. You checked the time zone—2 AM in Germany, and here you were in Japan, wide awake. Your family had decided to spend the holidays here with Jackson’s family, while the brothers, Mark and Yugyeom, were off vacationing in Germany.
"Stop checking your phone," Jackson teased, sneaking up behind you. "You two were just FaceTiming earlier."
"I can’t help it!" you huffed, crossing your arms. "I miss him already."
Jackson chuckled, draping an arm over your shoulders and shaking his head. "Why don’t we go shopping? We can pick up something for them. It’ll take your mind off him until he wakes up, wherever he is."
It actually sounded like a good idea. Plus, you still hadn’t figured out what to get Yugyeom for the holidays. With a nod, you followed Jackson out for a shopping spree.
The streets of Tokyo were alive with dazzling lights and festive decorations. Christmas in Japan had a different kind of magic—bright illuminations, couples walking hand in hand, and stores filled with limited-edition holiday merchandise. You tugged your coat tighter around you, still feeling the winter chill despite the warmth of the city.
Jackson dragged you into a luxury store first, insisting that Yugyeom needed something stylish.
"Look at this," he said, holding up a designer jacket. "This would look amazing on him."
You tilted your head, picturing Yugyeom in it. "Hmm… it does suit him."
"Of course, I have taste," Jackson grinned. "Unlike you, who was about to buy him—what? A stuffed animal?"
You swatted his arm. "He likes cute things! And he would actually keep it."
Jackson rolled his eyes. "You are so whipped."
"Whatever," you muttered, moving to another section of the store.
Eventually, you settled on a sleek silver ring that you knew would look good on his fingers. Simple but meaningful. It felt like the perfect gift.
Just as you were about to pay, your phone buzzed.
Kyum 💙: You awake?
Kyum 💙: I miss you.
You couldn’t stop the huge grin that spread across your face.
Jackson groaned. "Oh my god, you’re smiling like an idiot. You’re literally hopeless."
"Shut up," you said, quickly typing back.
You: Go back to sleep, it's 3 AM there!
Kyum 💙: Not until you tell me you love me.
Your heart skipped a beat. Damn him.
Jackson peeked over your shoulder. "Oh my god, are you guys that cheesy? Get a room—wait, no, get another country."
You ignored him, chuckling as you typed back.
You: Fine, I love you. Now sleep.
A reply came almost instantly.
Kyum 💙: I love you more. Also, buy me something cute.
You giggled. Jackson groaned dramatically. "I swear, this is worse than a K-drama."
But you didn’t care. Because no matter how far apart you were, Yugyeom always had a way of making you feel like he was right there with you.
"Seriously, what the heck? It looks like we bought out an entire store!" Jackson groaned, struggling to carry all the bags filled with the items you’d picked out. You hadn’t even really thought about it, you just grabbed anything that reminded you of your boyfriend. Damn, you missed him so much.
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Thanksgiving had come and gone, and you were already back home, but Yugyeom was still in Germany. He’d be there for another two days, and the separation anxiety was killing you. FaceTiming wasn’t enough, either you’d fall asleep first, or he would. It was so frustrating. All you wanted was to cuddle him.
Your phone buzzed, nearly slipping from your hand as you eagerly checked, hoping it was Yugyeom. To your disappointment, it was Bambam. You weren’t even back at your dorm yet, and he was already asking to meet up.
Bam: Where are you?
You: At home. Why?
Bam: Too bad! Can we meet up around the area? The YSL bag I’m about to give you can’t wait.
Your eyes widened at the mention of a YSL bag.
You: You're lying. Prove it.
Bambam sent a photo almost immediately—a sleek black Saint Laurent bag sitting pretty in its box.
Bam: Doubt me again and I’ll give it to Lisa instead.
You rolled your eyes, but you were already reaching for your coat.
You: Fine. Where are you?
Bam: The café near your place. Hurry up, before I change my mind.
You huffed, grabbing your things and slipping on your shoes. The thought of seeing Bambam and securing a brand-new designer bag was enough to make you move fast.
As you made your way to the café, your phone buzzed again. This time, your heart skipped a beat.
Kyum 💙: Where are you going this late?
Damn. Did he have a sixth sense or something? You hadn’t even texted him yet.
You: Bam wants to meet up. He said he has something for me.
You bit your lip. Uh-oh. Someone was grumpy.
You: It’s fine! I’ll be quick.
You sighed, pushing the door open to the café, only to be greeted by Bambam’s signature smirk.
"You look nervous," he teased.
You plopped down across from him. "Yugyeom is being weird."
Bambam laughed. "Ah, he’s jealous."
Bambam wiggled his eyebrows, pushing the bag toward you. "Of me, obviously."
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile played on your lips. If Yugyeom was jealous, then maybe… just maybe… he was missing you a little extra tonight.
He handed you the YSL box containing the bag.
"Thanks, Bam!" you beamed.
Trust Bambam to be stylish—he could easily pass as a stylist someday.
Your eyes lit up as you began unboxing it. What the heck? This was absolutely gorgeous.
"Glad you like it! It took Yugye—" Huh?
You paused mid-unboxing and looked up at Bambam suspiciously.
"It took who?" You pressed.
Bambam’s eyes darted to the side, and he coughed into his fist. "Uh—what? No one. I mean, I just—um—found it and thought of you."
Your jaw dropped. "Bambam."
He sighed, slumping in his chair. "Okay, okay! It took Yugyeom forever to pick that bag for you, alright? He called me six times asking if you’d like black or beige, if the gold chain was too much, if the size was right—"
Your heart skipped a beat. "Wait… he picked this?"
"Yeah, duh." Bambam rolled his eyes. "Why do you think he was acting weird earlier? He probably wanted to give it to you himself."
You stared at the bag in your hands, warmth spreading through your chest. Yugyeom picked this. He was the one worrying over every little detail, making sure it was perfect for you.
Kyum 💙: Are you home yet?
You bit your lip, trying to fight the stupid grin forming on your face.
Bambam groaned. "Ugh, you have that lovesick look. Just call him already!"
You laughed, clutching the bag closer. Maybe you would.
You still hadn’t replied to Yugyeom, too caught up in admiring the bag he’d picked for you. You couldn’t help the fluttering in your stomach, it was so thoughtful of him. Even as you got home, you couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.
Your jaw dropped, even the bag you are holding, when you entered your house.
Yugyeom was sitting on your couch. You almost did not recognize him because...... what the hell did he do to his hair?
Yugyeom was sitting on your couch.
Your heart stopped. "W-What the hell?! What are you doing here?!"
He grinned lazily, stretching his long legs out. "Surprise."
You blinked rapidly, trying to process his presence. "You're supposed to be in Germany!"
"Yeah, well..." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly guilty. "I, uh, cut the trip short."
Your eyes widened. "Why?"
Yugyeom smirked, leaning forward. "Because someone was too busy staring at a bag to text me back."
Your mouth opened and closed, heat rushing to your cheeks. "I—I was just—"
"Just what?" He stood up, stepping closer. "Too distracted by the gift I picked for you?"
You swallowed hard, your pulse racing as he invaded your space. "Maybe."
His smirk softened, and he reached out, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. "Did you like it?"
You looked down at the bag, still stunned. "I love it."
Yugyeom hummed in satisfaction. "Good. Then I don't regret flying all the way here just to see you hold it."
Your breath hitched. "You flew back for me?"
He grinned, tilting his head. "Well… yeah. And maybe because I missed you like crazy."
Your heart was doing backflips at this point. "Idiot." You whispered, but you were already reaching up to pull him into a hug.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Yeah, yeah. But I'm your idiot."
“And what the hell did you do to your hair?!” you blurted out, slightly pushing him to take in his whole new appearance. His once dark locks were now light brown, tousled messily as if he had just rolled out of bed.
Yugyeom smirked, running a hand through his newly dyed hair. “You don’t like it?”
“I—That’s not the point!” You threw your hands in the air. . “You’re supposed to be in Germany! And now you're here, looking like some K-drama second male lead who's about to break my heart.”
He let out a low chuckle. “Damn, is that what I look like? Should I go back to black?”
You shook your head in disbelief, stepping closer. “No, it’s just… Why? And why do you look like this?”
You had to admit, his new look did something to you that you couldn’t quite explain. He looked... magical.
“Wanted a change. And… I missed you.”
Your breath hitched. “So you impulsively dyed your hair and hopped on a flight back?”
He shrugged. “Pretty much.”
You stared at him, your emotions a chaotic mix of disbelief, fondness, and something dangerously close to love. “You’re insane.”
He smirked, tugging at your wrist, making you stumble forward slightly. “Maybe. But you love me anyway, don’t you?”
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart was hammering in your chest. “Debatable.”
He laughed, pulling you close to him once again “Then I guess I’ll just have to make you admit it.”
You remember you have to give him what you bought from Japan also.
Your eyes widened as you suddenly remembered the shopping bags in your room. You quickly turn around making Yugyeom raise an eyebrow at your sudden movement.
"Wait, I got you something," you said, rushing over to grab them in your room, neatly wrapped package from your shopping spree in Japan.
Yugyeom smirked, watching you with amusement when you returned. "Oh? My girlfriend spoiling me now?"
"Shut up," you muttered, shoving the bag into his hands. "Just open it."
He chuckled but did as you said, tearing into the wrapping like an eager kid on Christmas morning. His eyes lit up when he pulled out the limited edition designer hoodie you had painstakingly picked for him.
"Shit," he muttered, running his fingers over the fabric. "This is sick. You really know my taste, huh?"
You shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant even though his reaction made your heart swell. "Well, you should look good if you're gonna keep making impulsive decisions like dyeing your hair brown."
He snorted. "You love it. Admit it."
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "Are you gonna try it on or not?"
Yugyeom smirked, standing up and pulling the hoodie over his head in one swift motion. It fit him perfectly, and damn, you had to admit he looked really good.
"So?" he asked, striking a playful pose.
You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "Yeah, yeah. It suits you."
He stepped closer, leaning down slightly. "That all?"
You huffed, looking away. "Fine. You look hot, okay?"
He grinned, his hands sliding around your waist. "Knew it."
You groaned. "I hate you."
"Liar," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You hesitated for a moment before reaching into the shopping bag again. Your fingers brushed against the small velvet box, and suddenly, you felt nervous. It wasn’t that serious, but still… buying a ring for someone felt kind of intimate.
Clearing your throat, you pulled out the box and handed it to Yugyeom. "I, uh… I also got you this."
He looked at the box, then back at you, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "A ring?"
You nodded. "You always wear them, and I saw this one and thought it’d look good on you."
Yugyeom opened the box, and for a moment, he just stared. Inside was a sleek silver band, simple yet elegant, something that screamed him. His long fingers traced over the metal before he slipped it onto his ring finger, testing the fit.
"Damn," he muttered, holding up his hand to admire it. "You really know me too well."
You shrugged, trying to act casual. "If you don’t like it, you don’t have to—"
"Shut up," he interrupted, stepping closer. His fingers curled around your wrist, tugging you toward him. "I love it."
Your breath hitched when he lifted your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. His lips brushed your skin so softly that it sent a shiver down your spine.
"Does this mean I gotta get you one too?" he teased, his voice low and playful.
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the heat creeping up your cheeks. "Just say thank you, idiot."
He grinned, his fingers lacing with yours—the ring on his hand shining under the dim light.
"Thank you, my idiot," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your lips this time.
