Can I please have “I’d let you if you asked” with Jaebum? Fluff. Thanks!
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The low humming from the upper corner of the ceiling gained more of the focus in your mind when you noticed your arms beginning to clutch together overtop of your chest. Glancing from the AC unit, and then to your bare arms did you see the visible goosebumps scattering. With pursed lips you regretted a short sleeve, but were thankful for the long peachy socks covering at least a bit of your calves.
Now unable to focus on the phone in your hand, you leaned your neck back into the corner of the couch and makeshift pillow Jaebum’s shoulder had become since sitting down. His own gaze trailed minuscule glances around the screen, thumb scrolling periodically as he finished reading whatever interested him on the kindle app.
His arms looked utterly unbothered by the cool draft, perfectly covered by the plushness within the dark sleeves of his hoodie. You recalled him tugging it on over a thin long sleeve before leaving the hotel room, and also the comment leaving his lips that you should bring along some type of jumper as well. You had said something about it being sunny, and at his fingertips prodding into the side of your waist the idea of grabbing the jacket in your suitcase was replaced my a quick yelp and taking hold of his hand as you left through the doorway.
Jaebum really wouldn’t be bothered if you mentioned something about the temperature. You knew that. All it would lead to was maybe a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk of the earlier memory, or maybe a need for him to insist in the future that you needed to bring a hoodie wherever since building’s temperatures vastly varied apparently. You knew it wouldn’t be a big deal, but still.
His eyes left his screen and found your huddled frame as you snuggled your body closer to the crook of warmth created by him and the couch. Silently assessing the need for the movement, he watched with a growing smile as your hands not-so-sneakily dover into the pouch of his hoodie.
“What are you doing?” He pretended like he didn’t know, a short breathy laugh leaving as your surprised eyes glanced up at him. Your movements weren’t subdue so, to Jaebum, the way you looked like you’d been caught stealing seemed endearing– silly, but endearing nonetheless. As quickly as your hands tried to take refuge, they exited away as you shrugged,
“Nothing…” You body nearly from his entirely when Jaebum set his phone on the arm rest, trading the grip for the far side of your waist to tug you back towards him.
“Yeah?” Lips asked before pressing a quick peck on the side of your temple, blossoming into another smile as your hand pressed into his chest. “Your skin’s cold. What’s that about?”
“Stop, nerd.” You huffed, a smile of your own begrudgingly in place. “I’m not cold, I just think your hoodie is comfy.” Amused crescents replaced opened eyes as he laughed at your excuse, still not exactly sure why you were avoiding to admit you were simply searching for some warmth. “I wonder if it’s as comfy as it looks, that’s it.”
“Sure, baby.” He nodded slowly, releasing hold of you after your palm tapped a painless jab against his chest. “So you want to wear it then, huh?”
Trying your hardest– now that you’d come this far in unnecessary denial– to avoid laughter, you simply smiled, mumbling some type of incoherent “maybe” and shrugging once more with a useless amount of faux nonchalant. Jaebum was busting into laughter at the whole process, not helping your cheeks to stay their usual pigment but instead turning into an embarrassed flush. You waited for him to calm down, the smile never leaving your features as your head shook slowly.
“You can wear it, sweetie. I’d let you if you’d ask.” He explained, voice tinged in a little labored from the laughter. With ease he removed the large hoodie from over his upper body, holding it in a single hand while the other ruffled his bangs back into place.
“Thanks-” Your eyes followed the swift trail as he held the familiar hoodie just from your reach, and then found his own playfully gleaming irises in time for him to speak,
“If you ask.” Your eyebrows furrowed at the teasing tone, and the dumbly cute smile at the situation presented. You huffed, wondering why in the world you hadn’t just asked to begin with,
“Can I wear it since I’m freezing, you dork.” Because as proved by the smile aimed towards you before he draped the hoodie over your body, he definitely wasn’t going to let you live this act down.
I saw the prompt list and wondered if you'd do one with JB? If you don't write about him then Yoongi please! I think it's either 61 or 62, the 'welcome back. Now please fucking help me' 😂 sounds like it could be a laugh 👌
The precarious situation Jaebum entered into was one he wasn’t sure how to immediately react to. There were a lot of ways to start, but between scanning from you mixed into a mess on the floor with the youngest two doing their best to tickle– looked more like wrestle– and his hands preoccupied with the food he’d unwittingly had to go collect from the chicken place five miles away, he was at a loss. Besides, even if he was a bit irritated by the placement of their hands on you, he couldn’t help but stifle back a humored smirk at the whole thing anyways.
“I’m back,” He announced into the paused scene, as if it weren’t obvious. Youngjae was covering his mouth from laughter, and Jackson was already starting to blab nonsense about how he tried to stop them– shoving his phone back into his pocket from being suspending in space to, what Jaebum thought, film the ordeal, and Mark was focused solely on collecting the bags of takeout from Jaebum so he could start eating.
“Yeah, welcome back.” You huffed, sending a kick to the frozen Yugyeom who’s hands had just now left your ribcage as he winced, clutching his abdomen. “Now please fucking help me.”
“Any excuses?” Jaebum simply began, that smirk, somewhere annoyed and entertained by the members dumb choices, overtook his expression, as he wasted little energy to grip onto Bambam’s collar when the younger man tried escaping.
“She beat us at Wii sports.” Yugyeom’s voice pitched up, a ridiculous amount of forced innocence in each syllable as he tried to soothe over his leader’s clearly unamused disposition. Jinyoung finally made noise from his spot on the nearby armchair to begin laughing at the unnatural tone, while you rolled your eyes and sat upright on the couch. A short moment was taken from Jaebum to note your disheveled hair, and pouting lips before you crossed your arms after hearing the lame excuse. Cute. “Hyung-”
“Nope.” He simply cut of Yugyeom, sending a firm pat to the back of his neck, meanwhile Bambam said something about calling the police. “Both of you can’t touch her. Rules.”
“Ah, but Y/N-noona loves me too.” The level of bravery Yugyeom had in uttering the words and then going right back into hugging onto you was somewhat admirable to be fair. You nibbled on your lip to stop yourself from laughing at his overdramatic antic, but Jaebum was not so amused. Bambam slipped away once he noted the grip on his shirt collar was released, and spared no time to go hide in the kitchen.
“Yugyeom-ah,” The words weren’t truly threatening, especially since Jaebum knew the younger one was just joking. Nonetheless, Yugyeom finally began biting his own lip with trying to maintain his playful grin. “My girlfriend.”
You smiled softly, glancing from Jaebum whose arms were now crossed over his chest, to Yugyeom who seemed to be mentally figuring out if this joke was about to go to far. You giggled as his arms eventually dropped from you, and his chin left your shoulder.
“Ehh,” He pouted, standing up, “You steal her too much, hyung.” As Jaebum’s arm moved to send another pat to the back of his neck, before pausing before even getting halfway, Yugyeom shielded himself with his arm, but still laughed, “Okay, okay.” He admitted defeat, choosing to hop over the couch on his path to the kitchen rather than cross paths with his somewhat possessive hyung.
“Cute.” You said softly as Jaebum simply dropped down to sit beside you on the couch.
“One more touch and it wouldn’t have been.” He muttered, arms sliding easily around your waist to tug you against him. His lips grazed your cheek, and he listened to your fluttering giggle, because you knew better than his empty threats. “Jagiya,” He extended the last sound longer than necessary, smiling against your temple, “I’m serious.”
Requested: Jaebum is your very pretty beautiful boyfriend and you get too emotional about it to talk to him even though you’re sitting right beside him Requests open!
