Hihiii can I request a drabble with a cute boyfriend vampire!Taeyang? 💖✊😍 thank you I love youuu and your blog!!! 💖💖
A/N: Hi, I’m so sorry this took so long! I couldn’t think of a good fluffy scenario. But I hope you enjoy it! Genre: FluffPairing: Yoo Taeyang x ReaderWarnings: None!Word Count: 862
“Ah-ahh” he hissed biting his lip, “stop, stop, stop- that hurts!”
“Yoo Taeyang you brought this on yourself you know” you sighed, squeezing more ointment onto your fingers.
Taeyang’s lips formed into a pout, his eyes silently pleading you to stop. You were right though, it was completely his own fault for being covered in second and third-degree burns. If he were human, he would have had to be rushed to the hospital, but he isn’t. Being a vampire and all makes the hospital a generally bad idea, especially with the whole ‘cold skin’ and ‘no-pulse’ thing.
“Tae, I’m being as gentle as possible. This will help you heal, you know that.”
“But it still hurts,” he continued pleading, “and I’ll be fine if we leave it like this. I’ll heal.”
“In what, a month? Please Tae, let me do this. It hurts seeing my boyfriend suffer so much and not be able to do anything.”
He didn’t reply to that, allowing you to rub more ointment on his arms and neck. Seeing him all pouty and avoiding treatment like this really makes you forget he’s a 600-year-old vampire. While you gently rubbed a particularly burnt area on the back of his neck, you couldn’t help but recall the events of the day that brought you into this situation.
It started with your friends expressing their worries over your boyfriend, which he happened to overhear. Taeyang had a habit of using his senses to keep an eye on you during the day and make sure you were safe.
“But don’t you think he’s a bit shady, Y/N?” one of your friends spoke, her tone laced with worry.
“Yeah, and we’ve never met him! How can we tell if he’s a good person if we never meet him?” The other chimed in.
You tried to convince them that Taeyang was the sweetest boyfriend you could have ever asked for, but both of your friends were having none of it.
“And aren’t all your dates at night time too?”
“What if he’s part of a gang or like a dealer?”
“Oh my god, he didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to, did he?”
It was then you heard the sound of flapping wings, beating loudly enough to give you a headache, but you knew nobody else could hear them. The sound soon faded, leaving a cool feeling on your back, meaning Taeyang’s senses detached from you, and he was no longer listening in to your conversation. His pride was hurt, and when it came to you and your relationship, he took things very seriously.
You tried to talk him out of it- you really did. But Taeyang had already set his mind to meet your friends, and nothing could stop him once he got passionate or focused. The entire cafe meeting you were on edge, worrying about the amount of pain he was feeling and biting down. While yes, he did cover himself in sunscreen, there was only so much it could help-, especially in the piercing spring sun. While your friends questioned Taeyang, and his motives in your relationship, you eyed the clock warily aware of how much time has passed.
Finally, your friends were satisfied with your boyfriend and congratulating you on getting such a devoted one. They apologised for doubting him and you both went your separate ways.
Scanning his body one more time, to make sure you didn’t miss any burns, you sighed again. Taeyang watched you intently, his eyes shining with a glint of gold.
“You’re a dummy, I hope you know that.”
“Oh, I am very much aware. But all stupid things make sense when you are in love.”
You wanted to flick his forehead, how could he always be so playful and cheesy even now. A part of you always thought it was quite tragic, that Yoo Taeyang, the brightest boy with the most brilliant smile couldn’t step out into the sunlight. On the other hand, the moonlight shining softly on his dark hair or the bright neons of the arcade violently coloring his features could easily contest the sunlight.
While you washed the remainder of the ointment off your hands and put away the jar, Taeyang followed you around his apartment, still very much shirtless, and very much burnt. When the jar was out of sight, he stuck out his tongue like a child and pulled you in closer to him. You wrapped your arms around him, careful not to touch his shoulders, arms, and neck. He pecked your forehead, pulling away for a second, before deciding to rest his nose in your hair.
“Thanks, Y/N. You always take care of me, even if you don’t realise it.”
“Tae, of course, I’ll take care of you, you’re such a dummy sometimes.”
“So, how about a midnight arcade date the second the burns die down?”
Your head perked up, pushing Taeyang’s nose off you. You looked into his sparkly eyes and stayed locked like that for a while. You shared an excited grin before you decided to kiss that lopsided grin off his face.
“Date it is!”
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Not sure if the link thing is still messed up on tumblr, but oh well!
-some bad habits, you just have to work through together-
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“Go to sleep” you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
You woke up in the middle of the night, to your blanket being half kicked off you, and with the lack of his body next to you, you knew what it meant.
He only hummed in response, continuing working on his computer. He wasn’t ignoring you, you knew that, but he was ignoring his own health, overworking himself. Frustrated, you pulled his chair away from his desk, earning a mildly frustrated mumble from Juho, and before he could pull himself back you crawled on his lap facing him. His features made your heart lurch, his eyes were dilated accompanied with dark circles, his face was puffed up and had a clear red mark where he was leaning.
“I will babe, I just need to finish this song-“ he mumbled, trying to look over your shoulder at the screen.
“Jesus, Juho it’s 4am. Knowing you, you left bed the second I fell asleep. You can’t keep overworking yourself like this.” You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you, his eyes widened slightly when he saw your pained expression.
“Babe, what about when you punish yourself?” He inquired eyeing you warily, no doubt caused by the wave of tiredness that hit him.
“Juho- this isn’t about me, your health-“
“No Y/n, this is just as much about you as it is about me.” He interrupted you, pulling his slim finger up to your lips, indicating for you to stay silent.
A flicker of determination lit up his tired eyes, Juho kept his thoughts on your habits silent, but he was worried.
“Do you think I don’t notice how often you beat yourself up over the tiniest mistakes? And the severity of the punishments you give yourself- Babe, it’s not good for you. You constantly push yourself to be better and better, the mental stress you’ve been causing yourself, it’s not healthy”.
His words pierced an arrow through your heart, he was right, deep down you knew you were too hard on yourself, but you could never accept it. The stress, which had an evident impact on your body, Juho saw all of it. He didn’t want to seem pushy, but both of you had to tackle your bad habits. You burst into tears, you were in no position to scold him and you did, in such a double standard way.
“Y/N, babe” he cooed, pushing your hair behind your ear and wrapping you against his body.
He stroked your body and reached behind you to save his work and power off his computer. You were glad he was clingy, he made you feel loved and appreciated when you couldn’t love yourself.
“Babe, see? You are under too much stress. How about tomorrow we have a day just to ourselves?”
“But you have dance practice, the boys-“ you whimpered against his chest.
“I can miss one day, I’ll let Youngbin know, and then both of us shut our phones off for the day.” You pondered his offer, wondering if it would be selfish to accept, before nodding silently.
“And babe- before you think you are being selfish, I want to spend the day with you. With my wonderful Y/N.” You didn’t question how he knew exactly what you were thinking, when it came to you, Juho was an expert, he could read you like an open book.
“Don’t think I forgot about you staying up ungodly late” you pouted trying to be strict, but it sounded more like a soft wail through your strained vocal chords. He chuckled gently kissing your cheek.
“If you promise treat yourself gently, I promise to go to sleep at 1am the latest.”
“Juho that’s not a fair deal” You squinted at him.
“It’s fair, and with time, both of us will work through it~”
Your body felt heavier, calling to be back in bed, too tired to argue further you agreed, grabbing Juhos collar as insurance that he was following. You slipped under the covers and Juho’s long arms instantly snaked around your figure. You rested your head on his chest, wrapping your own limbs around him.
For a while, you listened to his breathing, before he broke the silence: “goodnight babe.”
A/N: I use Rowoon’s real name: Seokwoo. I tried to make this as fluffy/soft as possible~ I borrowed the concept of the fungus and spores from ‘the last of us’ game universe~
Word Count: 480
Genre: Fluff, Gender-neutral!
Warnings: Strong Language!
You knew Seokwoo before the world fell into disaster, but you didn’t talk much. He was just another kid in your school, striving to claim the stage with his talented singing and dancing. But that was years ago, back when people could have dreams and hobbies. The outbreak spread instantly; a weird fungus’ spores that, when breathed in drove people into an insane rage attacking whoever was in sight. Eventually the infected collapsed and choked on their own saliva- and that’s when their bodies rose again, controlled by the fungus growing in their brains. When it began, you were stuck in detention with Seokwoo; you for pulling a knife on a bully who tormented you, him for falling asleep in classes and not handing it homework because of his dance classes. You were glad you had an extra pocket knife (which wasn’t confiscated, it was well concealed), when your principal scrambled into the room, eyes rolled back and mouth foaming. Something was off- and your fight or flight instinct kicked in when he charged straight at Seokwoo, who yelped in fear. You could clearly see the principals blood stained shirt and heard the sirens and screaming in the background. Grabbing your knife you leaped at the middle-aged man, the impact of your bodies knocking him back, as you drove the knife in his shoulder. Grabbing Seokwoo you ran, saving his life.
Now the two of you traveled the country, never staying in one place long. You both matured, you taught him how to fight, he taught you how to trust. You held your hand on Seokwoo’s, who held the gear knob in his hand. “We’re running low on fuel baby, Seokwoo said concerned, collapsing your train of thought. “Awww honey I was just thinking about how I saved your ass, back in the detention room” you replied teasingly. He pouted but didn’t protest, just began humming songs from the old days. It was an unspoken bond between you, trust, respect, and love, back in the normal world this would be marriage. But back in the normal world, you wouldn’t have met, he would have continued on his path and you would have continued fighting everyone. With a sad sigh, you turn to Seokwoo, raising your voice softly, something you got from Seokwoo and something only Seokwoo could ever hear; “I’m glad the world went to shit. All this time, we wouldn’t have met, and my life would be nothing without you.” He smiled at the sudden sentimentality, stopped the car and kissed you, slowly taking you in. He pulled away, slowly and with a smile he replied: “I know baby, me too. I was chasing my dream, but no matter how much I achieved, it all felt hollow.” You returned to the road, leaving dust on the stirring bodies.
“I forgot I’m a single Parent”- Rowoon x Reader Drabble
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this! This was so cute to write >u< Only a short one while I’m busy with uni~ I use Rowoons real name (Seokwoo~)
Word Count: 290
Genre: Fluff!! Gender-neutral
Warnings: None!
Arriving at the apartment door, you felt the nervousness crawling in your stomach. You knew Seokwoo for about a year, and you knew he was a genuine and kind person who’d treat you like a gentleman. Pushing your thoughts aside, you knocked twice, from the other side you could hear him hum a “coming” before he opened the door welcoming you in. Instantly you were hit with three things: the neatness of the room, the beautiful scent of whatever Seokwoo was cooking and a cute little toddler cuddling into your feet. Seokwoo, clearly concerned that the affectionate toddler would overwhelm you, scooped her into his arms and asked her to play while you ate dinner.
During the dinner, the young girl cast curious glances towards you and Seokwoo. Her cute excitement towards you won, and after the pleasant conversations and food were finished you joined the girl to play. Seokwoo grabs this as an opportunity to clear the table as you busy yourself playing with the girl, dressed up in a green dinosaur onesie. When you realize the room is silent, excluding the giggles of the toddler, you turn to find Seokwoo watching you from the couch with a fond smile plastered over his face.
“Come on Seokwoo, play with us~” you tease enthralled with his serene smile. He chuckles and gently smacks his head, moving from the couch to rejoin your side. “Sorry- just watching you two-,” he began studying your face carefully “I forgot I was a single parent.” His smile remained serene, but his eyes held a hint of sadness.
“I’d like to change that one day” you whisper. Your cheeks flush, but you can’t help smile back when you see Seokwoo’s huge fatherly smile and hopeful eyes.
A/N: So here is part two to the drabble~~ I got really invested in that drabble~ I tried keeping the reader gender neutral! Enjoy!!
Warnings: None!
Genre: Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader x Youngbin
Word Count: 1704
PART 1 HERE!!! // Part 3?
The following months you spent your time in a sort of limbo. Wake up, eat, responsibilities, return home, eat, lay in bed and think of Youngbin. Youngbin has messaged you regularly, and each time you were more than eager to message him back. You decided not to search what idol group he belonged to, or anything about Kim Youngbin. He looked so happy on the day you met him, especially pointing out the fact you didn’t recognize him, that you naturally assumed it would rude or uncouth to do so. This carefulness, however, stemming from your anxious overthinking, brought you to the belief that you shouldn’t text him first either. A thought that you cursed having, because you loved hearing from him, and his messages became less and less frequent.
After a long train of thought, you decided it was time to break the cycle. You opened your phone, staring into the jarring light of the white text message box, you began typing- delete. You began typing again- delete. Unable to decide what your opening message should be, you pondered deleting more text, determination to get in contact burning throughout your being.
To: Youngbin,
“Hey, it’s been a while since your last message. I miss talking to you :c If you’ve been busy with your work, I understand and don’t push yourself to message me back!!”
You sighed at the block of text in front of you, was it too stiff? You refused to use the word idol to Youngbin, you wanted to show him as much as you could that you saw him as a friend, before anything else. Expecting silence, you placed your phone on the nightstand and got up to change into your pajamas. You had just removed your bottoms when your message tone played, causing you to jump and hit your leg. You swiftly pulled the pajama pants on yourself and dived on the bed grabbing your phone, a huge blush burning in your cheeks
From: Youngbin,
“Y/N! I was so surprised to hear from you I dropped my phone! We should meet up and catch up, but I don’t have much free time to leave my company building. Do you think you could meet me here?”
Without thinking, you instantly replied with a yes and resumed changing into your pajamas. Collapsing into your pillows, you found your heart racing and the blush from earlier prevailing. It couldn’t be because of Youngbin, could it? Shaking your head in denial faster than you thought possible, you told yourself it was just because you didn’t expect a message while half naked.
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Standing in front of the large building, was daunting, to say the least. Questions flooded your mind; will you be allowed in? Is it okay to ask the staff for directions or are you meeting Youngbin in secret..? Will they throw you out if you keep loitering?
“Excuse me, you look lost” a gentle voice interrupted your thoughts. Your head shot up, meeting the boy's eyes which focused on your face. His appearance was ethereal, hinting to you that he was an idol, however, what caught your attention was his unusual hair color- it was bright like flames, yet close to the coat of a red fox.
“Ah I’m- I’m meeting up with a friend! You work here right? Am I disturbing anything?” you cursed your stupidity, why did your mind race at such a high speed when faced with basic human interaction. The boy's polite smile turned into a much brighter, genuine smile as he laughed a little, causing your cheeks to flare up gently.
“You must be Y/N,” he started through his laughter, “Youngbin told us you were adorable, but I really didn’t expect this.”
“You know Youngbin?” you asked, hoping he could lead you to him, choosing to ignore his comment. There is no way Youngbin would talk about you right? Surely this boy was just being polite?
His eyes widened slightly, but his smile remained. “You really don’t know who I am?” he questioned, his eyes burning holes through you. He shook his head giggling silently before you managed to answer, “I’ll take you to Youngbin- and I’m Inseong, I'm a member of his group.”
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Following Inseong through the seemingly endless maze of corridors, your thoughts strayed once again. You just found out which company Youngbin worked under, and you searched your mind wondering if you knew any of their artists. He paused by a door and gestured you forward while pressing his finger to his lips. Cautiously you stepped forward, curious and unaware of what caused Inseong to suddenly sneak. A huge sly smirk spread on his lips, as he opened the door slightly. Inside you glimpsed Youngbin, but he looked different from last time you saw him. His hair stuck to the sides of his face, his entire body was covered in sweat as he practiced his dance moves, his arm muscles and veins popped while his eyes were focused on the mirror. His aura was intense, the stare he gave into the mirror was enough to practically cause your heart to leap from your chest. When you thought you adjusted to seeing Youngbin in this state, he caught you off guard and began rapping. Youngbin was amazing- his charisma shining through every single word that escaped his lips, you stared in awe. At least, until Inseong burst out laughing, breaking Youngbin’s focus and attracting his attention.
“Inseong! You should be practicing your vocals with the rest-” Youngbin began scolding the man when his eyes finally caught you. “ Oh. OH. Is it that late already???”
Inseong snickered at the scene unfolding in front of him, and without a doubt, it was a great thing to witness from the sidelines. Youngbin, who was flustered at the realization you watched him, greeted you awkwardly with a few apologies that he lost track of time. All his charisma and intensity vanished away, replaced with his friendly and cheery attitude. You tried your best to keep your eyes on his face and ignore the sweat droplets gliding down his skin, tempting your eyes to follow them. He muttered something about changing clothes asking you to wait and slipped away before shooting Inseong a stern look.
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Youngbin led you through the building to one of the many secluded vending machines. He bought you both a drink and a snack of your choice and led you to the rooftop. The two of you sat in silence enjoying your drinks and munching on the snacks. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence; it wasn’t the kind which suffocates you nor the kind in which you are afraid to breathe. There was vast warmth radiating off Youngbin, he was always a comfortable presence, and you caught yourself wanting to be by his side more and more. It was rare for you to find someone like this- it took you years to open up to your best friend. Youngbin was so special to you, he occupied most of your thoughts. Perhaps you were caught in the moment, perhaps the sun setting with Youngbin by your side was just so beautiful, perhaps it was the height and loneliness of the rooftop that drove your actions. You scooted closer to Youngbin, all your fears and anxieties washed away, he turned his head to face you and smiled with the widest, most beautiful smile you have ever seen. His eyes crinkled into little half moons and you watched and mentally traced every single line that appeared on his face, Youngbin just outdazzled the entire sunset. After a seconds hesitation, Youngbin wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you in closer, until your bodies sat flush against each other.
“You were really cool earlier, your charisma really shines through!” you said breaking the silence for the first time in a while. He chuckled bashfully, the vibrations from his body radiating through yours.
“Not as cool as you were on the extreme rollercoasters” he replied, his tone alone making you melt on the spot.
“Than- Thanks”
You sat past the sunset into the deep cobalt, star-filled night. You didn’t notice the cold, because you had Youngbin right next to you, you didn’t notice the time, because you had Youngbin, you didn’t notice your heart rate, because you were so focused on his every word. The conversations flowed so naturally, nobody would believe you are an anxious mess, or that you know each other for half a year. He explained that his group, are having a comeback soon, naturally, he won’t have time to hang out much. When he noticed your face fall, he reassured you with a squeeze of your frame that he will make it up to you- if you’d let him. He promised to message you often and offered to send you selfies. A thought which made you jittery with excitement.
You knew it was getting late, and the time to wrap up your meeting was approaching. Youngbin appeared thoughtful again, his eyes trailing from yours to your lips and back. Time seemed to slow down, and the only sound that flooded your hearing was the sound of your heart hammering against your chest. Youngbin moved in slowly, his face drawing close to yours when a bright flash startled both of you.
“Hyuuuuuuunngggg you took it too early” a voice complained from behind the door.
“I panicked okay?”
“Chani? Rowoon? What the hell are you doing up here?” Youngbin enquired, annoyance was clear in his voice, though he tried to mask it.
You were glad that the three seemed too preoccupied with each other, to notice how much of a mess you were right now. All three group members you met today tried to tease you, an act that you were not used to. Youngbin rushed a few apologies for their behavior and offered to drive you home, an offer that you greatly appreciated.
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You collapsed into your bed, your cycle has finally been broken. Yet somehow here you were, back at the same endpoint, with two colossal differences- you were sure you had a serious crush on Youngbin, and that Youngbin felt something similar towards you. Ducking under the sheets, you tried to sleep even though your heart was fluttering.
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At this point, I’m going to write a part 3! So please give this lots of love if you’d like a part 3~~ II Other fics-> Masterlist!
Can I request a fic where Jaeyoon grabs your butt thinking it's one of the members (you're wearing a similar hoodie and it's really daark or smth)? And Jaeyoon apologises profusely and you forgive him, lowkey flirt and ask him out on a date because he's cute! 🐸👻 (you can change it up a bit if you need to btw)
A/N: Thank you for the creative request, my dear anon~ it was a little challenging getting around the dynamic, but I hope you enjoy~
Word count: 1188
Warnings; none~
Genre: Jaeyoon x reader, fluff
Title: Encounter After Dusk
You loved hanging out with your friends on the weekends. The days were filled with joy and always flew by, to the part which filled you with dread; walking home. You never expressed this fear to your friends, arguing to yourself that you had to be an adult. This town is a safe area to live in, seldom accidents or robberies, but the possibility of one unlucky encounter had you on edge.
There were still a few people milling about the late hour, which gave you more confidence in your surroundings; nevertheless, you kept moving forward. You noticed a group of what seemed to be 10 young adults ahead of you- they all wore dark skinny jeans and a light pink jumper- an outfit eerily similar to your own, perhaps a few shades darker. They walked slowly, occasionally jabbing and kicking at each other playfully. You quickened your pace hoping to pass them by before the string of broken street lights plunged you into darkness. Despite your best attempt at catching up, you just reached the group at the first section of darkness. You continued, hoping to zoom past unnoticed. They were preoccupied shouting at one of them, Inseong you gathered even though you did your best to not to listen in about how he was ‘sly but not smooth’.
“This is what you call being smooth” one exclaimed as you walked by him; a large warm hand cupped the right side of your ass, forcing a surprised yelp from you as you immediately turned to push yourself away from him.
“WHAT THE FUCK” you screamed, terror and adrenaline drowning your body. Though his face was concealed with a shadow, pure terror swept his face, he stared straight into your eyes with his mouth ajar.
“OH my god- Oh my god! I’m so sorry” He started apologizing profusely, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth, then face in turn.
Each move he made was a large, over-exaggerated gesture, causing you to flinch. Seeing this, his face twisted into more sadness and apologies. Your heartbeat slowly returned to its normal pace, as the fear and adrenaline cooled down in your veins, causing your limbs to turn to jelly and stumble forward. He tried to help support you but decided against it. Realization hit the rest of the group, all but two laughed; one clapped furiously, two of them bent over near tears, while the last four chuckled clinging onto each other.
“Jaeyoon” the one who didn’t laugh spoke up, moving his hair out of his eyes “this is yours to fix. “We’ll be waiting for a few shops down, we are probably intimidating as a whole group.”
The man, Jaeyoon as the other called him, nodded in understanding and waited for the group to move on before facing you again with a heavy conscience. “I’m really sorry, I was sure that Row- my friend was walking next to me. I didn’t look, and I didn’t expect anyone else.”
You let his words sink in, pondering on them, while he waited patiently fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt with hopeful eyes. Caught in this situation you’d expect yourself to be angry and scared, this is what you’ve dreaded each time you walked alone, yet here you were unable to place your feelings or reaction. Jaeyoon stood in front of you, not in the least threatening and shooting you apologetic looks, and examining his features again you found him very handsome. His dark hair was parted to one side, his cheeks appeared soft and puffy, even though his expression was tense, his face and posture revealed a compassionate, slightly timid personality. ’This is a night of firsts’, you thought to yourself, ‘and things just couldn’t get weirder’.
“Usually, I’d rather have a few dates before a man grabs my ass, but for a cutie like you, I’ll make an exception. You owe me a date now, though.” You smiled through your words, surprised at how forward you just became, even though you began as a joke to lighten the atmosphere. ‘What did I just-‘ you thought you were crazy. Jaeyoon’s eyes widened even more at your response, he examined your figure for the first time, unsure if he should reciprocate your flirting or apologize more.
“If that means you forgive me, I’ll agree~” his puppy eyes faded, replaced with a more intense and confident look, “Let’s start over. I’m Lee Jaeyoon.”
“I’m Y/N, owner of the butt you chose to slap” you teased. Jaeyoon smile apologetically again, a light blush covering his cheeks. If he’s going to react cutely like that, you will have to keep teasing him.
“Would coffee and cake be a good enough first date?” He winked emphasizing the ‘first’, catching you off guard, spreading a light blush on your own cheeks.
“That would suit me” you began, passing your phone to him “type in your number.” He did as you requested and once he passed it back, you dialed the number. A loud song you’ve heard on the radio started playing, prompting Jaeyoon to pull out his phone. “And that’s mine~ don’t lose it.” You both added the numbers to your phone.
“So um, which way are you walking?” he asked, gesturing to where he was going to reunite with his group.
“In the same direction”
“Then I better accompany you through the unlit part of the street, wouldn’t want anyone else grabbing your butt” His reserved personality now fully washed away, his voice laced confidence held a more musical quality. You couldn’t help but laugh at the change and nodded going along with him. You rejoined his group together, and after Jaeyoon briefly explained that everything was okay (excluding the juicy parts- he didn’t want to get teased), the man who spoke to Jaeyoon earlier smiled to you with a sweet smile and thanked you for being understanding. Nobody gave out introductions, as they didn’t seem necessary, Jaeyoon explained you would join them while you walked in the same direction. He stayed by your side, blocking you off from the others, keeping up small talk. At the crossroads, you said your goodbye’s and continued to the turnoff to your home.
At this point your phone’s inbox had a few concerned messages from your friends; since this was a weekly outing, they knew around what time you made it home. The lack of the ‘I’m home’ text made them anxious. You lazily explained you ran into an acquaintance, you had too much to process on your mind to get your friends involved- and you weren’t sure how far this would go. Satisfied with your safety they wished you goodnight. The event of the night circled in your mind as you got into bed, you found yourself absentmindedly staring at your phone wondering if flirting with Jaeyoon so outwardly was the right choice. As if he somehow knew your mind, your phone lit up with a message from Jaeyoon. “I’ll live up to my word- hope you got home safe! Goodnight”.
You chuckled at your screen and typed a quick “You better, and yes I did~ Goodnight”.
Can I get a Seokwoo fic with kithes ;-; ? Just lots of kithes please ;-;
A/N: I wasn’t sure if this was the same anon~ but, both of these are answered here! I hope you enjoy anons~
Word Count: 814
Genre: Fluff
You rolled around on your bed; discomfort and boredom evident through every single action. Seokwoo promised you he would be here, that this Saturday morning was reserved for the both of you. You couldn’t help but groan when Seokwoo’s phone went off at 7 a.m- called by his manager for another script reading, Seokwoo glanced at you apologetically and accepted the terms. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your pouty lips, which you tried to keep in a sturdy resolve to continue pouting, and soon his weight shifted off the bed leaving you alone on the island of blankets. You listened to his footsteps rushing around the kitchen, disappointment settling in your stomach; he broke his promise, and he skipped his breakfast opting for a coffee. You clung to the remnants of his heat on the pillows which faded away like the last seconds of a sunset, leaving you with his scent being your only comfort.
‘Maybe I’m being irrational’ you thought ‘or am I just too demanding?’ Rolling again to the side you sighed, assuming both of these to be true. You were hungry, but as a protest of sorts you refused to get breakfast and shut your eyes trying to fall asleep again.
The sound of the front door shutting, jolted you awake; what time was it? Panic settled in, the room felt too dim for the noon hours. Seokwoo treads lightly into the room, an apologetic look twisted into a surprised one. You were in quite the state; your hair was messy and poking out everywhere, your pajamas were loosely disheveled on your figure but what caught Seokwoo’s attention immediately were your red puffed up eyes. You haven’t been crying, not to your knowledge, but Seokwoo immediately rushed to your side wrapping you into a hug and muttering apologies.
He squeezed you firmly while making sure he didn’t overly contain you. Nothing but apologies left his lips, between the kisses he’s been leaving all over your cheek, between your muffled words of “It’s okay” and “don’t apologize so much”. Seokwoo’s demeanor signalized your importance to him; he felt he hurt you, you who was his world, you who he loved oh so much, you who gracefully attempted to soothe him even through your puffed eyes. He was afraid, he wanted to kiss you, to apologize more, to make it all up to you- but he feared to crush you with his shortcomings.
Your hand trailed up to his face, only at the contact did he snap out of his whirlwind of doubt, you pinched his cheek forcing a little yelp from your boyfriend.
“Y/n…” he began trailing off into thought.
Using your other hand you latched onto his other cheek, squishing both slightly harder than the first.
“Y/ n... I’m apologizing- w- what are you doing”
“Squishing your cheeks, because you are being an idiot”
“But you’re eyes are so red, you must have been crying and that’s myyyyfauuurrt” you squished his cheeks again obscuring his sentence.
“Is this what this is about? I didn’t cry you dork- I slept the whole time.”
Before he managed to reply, you released his cheeks cupping his face instead and pulled him in for a lasting kiss. He returned it without hesitation, after which he resumed peppering kisses all over your face making you chuckle with giddiness. Not wanting to admit it, you loved it when Seokwoo’s attention was fully on you; when he wanted to pamper you with every kiss.
“This is for my smart, creative and loving sweetheart” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “This is for the happiness your presence brings me” he added kissing your nose. “This- and this, is for all the times you had to wait for me” he spoke kissing your cheeks. You giggled slightly, but allowed him to proceed, he was being too cute to handle. “This” he began kissing your lips more passionately- “is for all the consoling words and melodic laugher I get from you”.
Finally, he plunged into your neck, kissing it multiple times, before gently sucking on it. “This is for later, when I pay you back for my absence” he winked, snuggling into you innocently.
You shoved him gently at his remark, deciding that both of you should eat something.
“Wait what time is it?”
“About half past noon.”
“Then why is it so dark?”
“It started raining a few hours ago.”
You grinned at your boyfriend, curiosity lighting up his eyes.
“Think it’s too late to eat and call it breakfast in bed?”
He chuckled kissing you again, god he loved you so much, you never failed to brighten his mood with your being. He trailed after you into the kitchen, refusing to let go of your waist, he arched over your figure, hugging you and kissing your neck nonstop. Preparing food was going to be difficult today.
A/N: So this is a bit of a longer drabble \\huh// I got carried away~ I may write a part two to this drabble/fic? I tried to keep it gender-neutral, sorry if I slipped up somewhere!!
Word Count: 1030!
Genre: Fluff! First meeting, gender-neutral
Warnings: None!
Part 2! Here!
You loved amusement parks. The only problem was- your friends didn’t. Your parents claimed they were ‘too old’ for these things, while your cousins never put a day aside just to travel to one. When your best friend asked you to go with her, you were beyond excited, only to find out you were a third wheel to a date. With a playful pout, you accepted, partly because you worried for her meeting an older guy, and partly because this is what you’ve always been waiting for.
//
The first few hours, you kept your eyes glued to the stranger, eyeing him cautiously. They went on mild rides, and clung to each other, screaming their hearts out. You couldn’t help laugh at the pair from behind them. Seeing your friend smiling and following a few hours of conversations, you were satisfied the guy wasn’t bad and took a genuine interest in your friends well being. As much as you wanted to snicker at their screaming on children’s rides, you let them have some privacy and searched for fun of your own.
//
The queue for this ride was long, however, the screams escaping people on it, and the red ‘extreme’ sign had you entranced. Looming in front of you, stood a ride which resembled an oil pump of sorts. It took four passengers in pairs of two, back-to-back, on one length of the arm and another four on the other. Unable to stand still with excitement, you watched the first four passengers get on with a huge grin plastered on your face. You heard a chuckle from behind you, not putting weight to it, you watched as the arm slowly rise up, bringing the next four seats down for your group. You bounced into your seat and waited for the staff member to clamp you in, next to you sat a rather tall and handsome man, with his hair parted to the sides.
“You look very excited” he smiled at you, it was warm and dazzling. You recognized his voice as the person who chuckled earlier.
“Yup~ I’m VERY excited” you beamed at him. He appeared in thought as if deciding if he should make more conversation or not.
The man stayed quiet, and now buckled in your seats, the ride began to move. You laughed excitedly throughout the ride, sneaking some glances to the man only to see a huge smile coating his face. His aura held an illusion of glow like this was the best thing he’s ever done. The ride sped up, and you both cheered even when heading straight towards the ground. You could hear screaming in the background, but somehow all you focus on was how much fun you were having, and the stranger's melodic laugh next to you.
The ride finished, and you waited in your seat up in the air for the first four to get out. You decided to take your chances.
“It’s difficult finding people who enjoy extreme rides to the same extent as me,” you said with a huge grin pulling your cheeks “or I just have bad luck”.
The man kept silent, smiling politely. Mild anxiety spread in your body, have you misread his earlier interest as a polite conversation? The man noticed your face falling and quickly exclaimed:
“Ah yeah! It can be hard- most of my friends aren’t into this thing, so I usually come alone.”
There was something about his smile that captivated you, you just wanted to see it more and more.
“Would you like to join me on more rides then? I’m Y/N, by the way” you said reaching your hand out to him, as your set of seats began to lower to the ground.
Following were a few seconds of silence, but before you reached the ground, he wiped the concerns from his face and took your hand in his. “I’d love to! And my name is Kim Youngbin.” He replied, his other hand flying up to cover his smile. Was he embarrassed?
//
Youngbin and you dashed to as many extreme rides as you could, somehow ever since you got on a ride which turned out to be too extreme for Youngbin (and not for you) you ended up holding hands. Comfortable with the feeling of your hands intertwined, and you didn’t realize you kept holding them. Learning many things about the now not-so-mysterious Youngbin, you couldn’t help giggling every time he got shy and blush when he smiled.
Your fun was interrupted by an outcry erupting from your lips, as you noticed the time, you were an hour late to meeting back with your friend at the fast food plaza of the amusement park. You offered Youngbin to join you, which resurfaced the concern on his face. Understanding, you muttered apologies to Youngbin and started dashing off.
“Y/N WAIT!” His voice behind you brought you to a quick stop and you whirled around to face him again. He approached you again, with a shy smile spread over his lips. “I’m not supposed to do this” he began, “but I really had fun with you and would like to meet you again.”
He noticed your head cock to the side, confused why he shouldn’t be tapping his number into your phone. He chuckled lightly and coughed, “I’m an idol you see, and I’m glad you didn’t recognize me- and that’s why I can’t meet your friend- for safety.”
You nodded your head in understanding, it felt surreal, you thought idols didn’t have time to go to amusement parks. But you were glad that Youngbin could come out and have fun, idols are human too. Flashing him a huge smile, you said it was fun having someone share your love of amusement parks.
You reached the fast food plaza, only to find your friend being absolutely lovey-dovey with her date. They didn’t notice you were late, nor did they notice you arrived back at all. You decided to not mention your encounter with Youngbin to her or anyone.
You sent him a text under the table with a warm smile tugging at your lips.
Hey so I like your fics and you are a sweetheart ~ can I request a "quick, pretend to be my boyfriend fic" for Youngbin? Thank you 😍💕✊ 화이팅! 사랑해! 💕💕💕💕
A/N: Ahhhh thank you Anon!! Your sweet words give me a lot of motivation! I hope you enjoy~
Word count; 713!Genre: fluff, gender neutralWarnings: mentions of abusive ex, alcohol
Winter was one of those seasons. It’s cold, wet, but everyone is supposed to come together. The warmth is supposed to come from the heart, and from the people, you are with. And sure while this did happen, and you felt happy and warm in the company of your friends at the Christmas party, now you feel cold, annoyed and scared. You had the bad luck of running into your ex, in the middle of a somewhat empty street, at midnight. To add to the misfortune, he was drunk, absolutely wasted, and now following you shouting your name. You did your best to ignore him, it was his abusive insults and frequent alcoholism that caused you to end things with him. And you never looked back, nothing would change your mind to go back. His shouts quickly turned to insults, and they were bleeding with rage, forcing you to quicken your pace.
On the corner of the street, you spotted a small festive shop still lit up, a beacon of hope drawing you in. You dashed towards it, fear pushing you to rush in case the light was shut off. You opened the door with a little jingle, a boy perked his head up from behind the counter.
“Hi, sorry we’re-“ he spoke and stopped himself, noticing the pure fear permeating your entire figure. “Are you okay?”
You approached him with tears prickling at your eyes, the absolute relief you felt with someone in your presence- anyone that wasn’t your ex.
“Young- Youngbin” you started reading his name tag, your eyes staring straight into his worried ones “quick… pretend to be my boyfriend.” You said gesturing to your ex, who wobbled outside the door, staring death glares and shouting at you.
Youngbin nodded and swiftly ducked under the counter, resurfacing by your side. He wrapped his arms around you carefully and drew you in. His arms were strong, stronger than you expected from his soft face, but his embrace was warm and something to be longed for. He smiled at you, wiping the memory of your ex outside the door, and asked; “can I get a name first?”
“Y/N” you blushed- flustered at the realization that Youngbin was a complete stranger, but yet here he was saving you. He brought up one of his arms, dangling a piece of mistletoe between you, before slowly leaning in for a kiss. You readied yourself for a gentle peck, but Youngbin led the way, to a passionate kiss. His hands gently traced your back making sure you were still comfortable. At the sight of this, your ex stormed in, attempting to get between you. Youngbin pulled back and smile at you, unbothered by the staggering male.
“Hey asshole, Y/N is mine, so stop following them” he kept one arm around you protectively.
Whatever comeback your ex had, was gibberish.
“Come on babe, wait in the back, I’ll get rid of the trash and lock up. And you can stay at mine tonight- to make sure this stalker doesn’t follow you.”
You went to the back room as instructed, hoping Youngbin meant his words, but by the grip he had on your waist- you knew he did.
Youngbin led you, arm comfortably hanging on your shoulder. Your ex wobbled after you for a while, but realizing that Youngbin wasn’t leaving your side, he gave up. You wore his jacket, it was comfortable and it smelled good.
“I realize he’s gone but- I want to be selfish and keep you in my arms” Youngbin speaks breaking the silence, you blush and wrap your own arms around his waist burying yourself deeper into his embrace. He responds with a shy smile and a squeeze to your frame. Once you reach his house, you thank him and say you should leave. You offer to write down your number and take him out for coffee as thanks.
“How about I take you up on that offer now, but make it home movie and tea?”
“Sounds good”
You end up watching a cheesy Christmas romance movie, it’s not that it’s bad, but today’s events outshine the whole movie. Youngbin chats with you, learning more about each other, his arm still around your shoulders. Until you both fall asleep, cradled in each other’s arms.
Hello sweetie 💚 can I request a drabble where boyfriend!Youngbin or Jaeyoon are proud of you for accomplishing something or facing one of your biggest fears? 🙈 thank you 🌼🌻
A/N: Hello dear anon~ I took a little twist on your request :D I hope you like it~~
Word Count:780Genre: Fem! Reader x Youngbin x Jaeyoon, Polyamory, Proud!Bfs, Fluff!Warnings: None~~
Sitting at the table with your parents, you scraped your fingertips against your jeans. You knew this was going to be a tough conversation, as you watched your unsuspecting parents consume their meal. They were the perfect acceptable couple by society’s standards; straight, married for years, had a kid and valued education. You were more than positive they didn’t have a clue about any possibilities of life outside their ‘perfect’ standards. This just made it all that much harder for you, you knew you were outside their cookie cutter shape they so desperately tried to impose on you. Your mind raced with possibilities, you knew your parents could shun you, they could throw you out or perhaps cut off money, or maybe just erase you from their family completely. Forget a Y/N ever existed. But there was a chance, a small chance that you desperately clung to, that your parents wouldn’t take drastic measures, or understand with time. Your mother noticed your reluctance to eat and ceased eating herself, nudging your father to follow suit. Oh god, this is it, you thought. It’s now or never.
“What’s on your mind? Ever since you were small you couldn’t eat with a clouded mind” her voice carried across the table in a warm, caring manner.
“I need to tell you both something” you began cautiously, each word carrying a weight to it. Your mother nodded along, beckoning you to continue. “I’m in a relationship…”
Your mother’s eyes lightened up, while your father’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “But that’s great news, honey! Do we know him? Is he handsome?” She questioned eagerly, and you hated how every question she hurled in your direction was a heteronormative one. “Come on, Y/N, tell us more about him!”
“It’s them, actually. I’m dating two guys, you know Youngbin, and Jaeyoon- well we met in college.”
You watched your mother’s face fall, and your father’s frown grows with each word.
“You mean our daughter is sleeping around?! Which one are you cheating on?! We didn’t raise you like this!” Your father, being the stern and blunt man hurled words at you, they weren’t insults but they still hurt. Your mother didn’t speak up for a while, she just sat there, mouth gaping in a state of shock.
“None of us are cheating. We are all dating each other. We’re happy like this…” you began explaining, but it was obvious your words were falling on deaf ears. You rose from the table, while your parents mumbled something about ‘needing time to think about it’. You made a note to highlight again that polygamy was acceptable and that this made you happy.
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You sat in Youngbins lap, one of his arms cradled you, while the other pet Jaeyoon’s hair. You traced Youngbins arms in thought, while the two shared a conversation behind you. His veiny, defined hands were a perfect distraction to your thoughts, following their lines calmed you. Jaeyoon deciding you were being quiet for too long, crawled out of his position on the sofa and reached up to give you a peck on the cheek, drawing out your long-hidden smile.
“I finally told my parent about us-“ you began and Jaeyoon instantly beamed at you, while Youngbin squeezed the both of you close to his chest.
“I’m so proud of you!! Y/N!! You did it! I knew you would!!” Jaeyoon unable to contain his happiness laughed and cuddled you, both of their strong arms around you covered most of your torso. Your body heat together made you hot, but you were beyond happy. You knew what this meant for you, this was a huge step in the commitment to your relationship.
“How did they react? Are you okay?” Youngbin spoke in his calm voice behind you, though you could from his posture he was tense in anticipation.
“There wasn’t much of a reaction, they had misconceptions which was to be expected, but they did say they need time to think about it” You shrugged doing your best to return at least half of the squeeze they gave you with their cuddles. “But it doesn’t matter because I have my amazing supportive boyfriends with me~”
Jaeyoon couldn’t help smiling like the silly fool he was, you could swear his dimples were getting deeper and deeper, not like it changed anything about him. Both you and Youngbin had a similar idea because both of you reached up and poked a finger into one of his dimples. Everyone broke into laughter. This was your safe space, this made your mind peaceful and this was your home. The three of you made each other happy, and nothing could ever change that.
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