slipped and fell
jeong yunho x gn!reader ~ fluff wc: 488
“you wanna know what i just realized?”
“hmm.. what’s that darling?”
you flip your body forward, blood rushing through your head and pounding behind your ears as your body retakes an upright position. after taking a moment to gather your bearings, you turn your body to face your boyfriend on the couch.
“it’s about the first time we met. remember how you slipped on wooyoung’s spilled coke in the cafeteria and landed directly in my lap?”
“god, how could i forget,” he chuckled, a light shade of peach dusting his plushy cheeks. “i was mortified, i literally crushed the girl i was crushing on.”
“yeah, that kinda hurt by the way. anyways, what i realized is- first, you fell on me, then, you fell for me!” you exclaimed, clearly excited by the romcom-esque parallels. “at least i think you did… you’ve fallen for me right?”
yunho ever so slightly leans his upper body toward you, raising his eyebrow. “is this your sneaky attempt at getting me to say the ‘L word’?”
leaning back and placing your hand to your heart, you glare at your clever boy with fake shock. “how dare you! i would never pressure you into saying something so serious … is it working?”
“y/n, it’s 2 am and we’re in our pajamas. i’m not gonna say that for the first time right now.”
“well why not?” you whine.
“because it’s not special enough!” he flails, appalled by your nonchalance. “when i tell you how much you mean to me for the first time, i’m going to make sure it’s the most achingly romantic event you’ll ever experience, and you’re gonna love it.”
“and if i don’t love it?”
he fold his hands in his lap, taking on a false air of prophetic wiseness. “then there would have to be something wrong with you, meaning i’d be forced to break up with you.”
“you’d break up with me if there was something wrong with me?! how supportive you are.”
defending himself, he explains, “i could never date a heartless anti-romantic.” he reaches his hand over and hooks it around your waist, pulling you into his side and leaning back into the couch. “…so it’s a good thing you’re such a hopeless romantic.”
you lean into his broad chest and rest your head on his shoulder, your lips only a breath apart. “…well so are you.”
“yes i am. and that’s why we’re so cute together,” he proclaims, pecking your nose, your cheek, your temple, anywhere on your face he can reach.
you squirm away, wriggling in his arms and pretending as if you’re grossed out by his affection. he shoves you back into his embrace, squeezing your arms against your body and your cheek to his chest to prevent your undesired escape. you accept defeat and relax your muscles against him, but not without one last muttering against his soft t-shirt.
“dork.”
“your dork.”
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