genre: one-shot, love at first sight, some light smut with a dash of fluff
rating: 18+. IF you are not of legal adult age, please do not under any circumstances read this work as it is not meant for underage readers.
chapter warnings: heavily implied SMUT even though it’s nothing graphic, sexual content, alcohol consumption (Please read carefully the warning tags in the masterlist and those at the beginning of each new work of fiction to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings.)
word count: roughly 1k+
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A glass of a deep red wine sat comfortably in your right hand, rolling the liquid slowly by tilting the stem of the glass between your fingers; you lazily stared as it oscillated a couple of times and then decided to bring it closer to your nose, taking a quick whiff and then licked your lips in anticipation for its taste. It smelled of sweet grapes, yet it tasted rather acid and made you scrunch your nose.
You eyes went quickly back to look at the liquid after you moved away the glass, but as you pondered whether you should just leave your second glass on the counter and call it a night, your pupils caught sight of a dark haired man grinning softly towards your way. Were you tipsy and possibly imagining things? Well, it was a possibility indeed, but in an inebriated state of mind you felt a sense of boldness and grinned back, tilting your glass towards the handsome stranger for a silent toast. He reciprocated the gesture and held your eye contact as you both took a sip from your respective glasses of wine. You weren’t sure if the warmth inside your chest came from the Merlot or the brief exchange of intriguing glances.
“Huh, how interesting,” you thought in an attempt to distract yourself from the lingering feeling of the handsome man’s attention on you, you eyes scanned the few patrons of the bar you found yourself at on a lonely weekend night. It was quiet despite the radio playing a soft jazzy tune, and you preferred it that way. It was a rare occasion to be able to enjoy such a peaceful night after long hours of work almost every day of the week, your friends had other things to do and you didn’t have a significant other to keep you company either… Not that it mattered, you were perfectly content enjoying your solitude in that moment.
“Hi.” Your hazy train of thoughts was quickly put on a halt as soon a velvety and deep voice reached your ears. He had your full attention, pupils dilated and nose flaring as you took in the wild musk scent of his cologne, a cozy black cardigan enveloped his body as a chest tattoo picked from behind the collar of a white t-shirt. Not really the kind of guy you would expect to be solo and drinking wine out on the weekend. But then again, it’s not like you were wearing a cocktail dress or something else that was fancy; a pair of jeans and a turtleneck were just fine for drinking wine by yourself… or in company.
And you could’ve sworn you stopped breathing the moment you saw him up-close, feeling warmth pool in other parts of your body too. “Hi,” you couldn’t help but smile back at how friendly yet shy he sounded and looked, black wavy hair brushing against his eyelashes.
“I saw you sitting alone from across the bar and I thought I should keep you some company, if that’s alright with you?” You don’t think you’ve ever heard a man speak with such a baritone voice, and it was pleasant to listen to. You weren’t really planning to spend the night with anybody, in fact, you had turned away the advances of others, but this guy gave you a good feeling. Yeah, you were definitely sober enough to acknowledge that, but still tipsy enough to think “what the heck, let’s do it!”. You simply nodded, smile slowly growing bigger as you watched him place his glass of wine on the counter and pull the stool towards him so he could sit next to you, leaving some room so that he wasn’t too close either. “I’m Yongguk.”
“Nice to meet you, Yongguk.” You introduced yourself as well and again tilted your glass towards him. “So, what are you drinking tonight?” You asked him a simple question to make for some conversation, not many people are wine enthusiasts like yourself.
“Pinot Noir.” He furrowed his brows slightly as he looked at his glass, picked it up and gave it a light swirl before inhaling the aroma. “I believe the label on the bottle said France.” He ran one of his hands through his wavy locks of black hair, then looked back at you with a glimmer in his eyes. “What about you, mademoiselle?”
“Merlot, I believe the label said Italy.” There was a moment of silence where you couldn’t take your eyes off of each other’s, breath caught in your lungs with your lips parted because you were too stunned by his aura to speak… and this time you knew that the warmth inside your chest wasn’t from the wine.
It wasn’t long before you abandoned the empty glasses on the old, wooden bar counter and made your way to his place, chanting his name like a mantra until the early hours of the morning. Soft lips and gentle hands soon started exploring your body’s every curve, making you moan and melt at every touch. Both of your senses were heightened from the aphrodisiac nectar you shared and little to no words were needed to know that there was something that just drew you in like magnets.
The way Yongguk had you writhing in his bed made you ask for more and he always gave it to you, like a reward for taking him so high and holding him there for as long as he needed it. By the morning the tips of his fingers were drawing imaginary constellations on your back, following invisible lines from one mole to the next one, making you squirm and giggle until you were finally awake in the arms of a man you never wanted to let go of. A youthful smile you were sure would give you butterflies every time you looked at him for more days to come.
And he felt the exact same way. He felt it from the moment you looked back at him in that dim, old bar, he just knew you were meant to meet and be together like a puzzle piece… Not that any of you could explain it with any sort of coherent logic, you just both knew.
👻BAP reaction to going to watch a horror movie with their s/o👻
Yongguk
It was your birthday and he decided to take you to the movies, he would have preferred to have a little holiday with you and take you to Disney or some other stuff but as long as he was in the military service, he couldn't go that far, so he asked you what you wanted to do, so there you are.
"Are you sure you want to watch IT? I'll be back to service in two days."
"So... Are you saying that I'm a coward and I'll be afraid of being all alone?"
He laughed "Jagi, you're not a coward, but we both know that when we watch something like this I have to go with you to the bathroom because you're afraid of going out of our room..."
You punched his arm. "Heeey, okay, let's go, the movie it's about to start"
* That night *
"Yongguk... You still awake?" You whispered in his ear.
"Uhmmm?" He muttered with his husky sleepy voice. "Wanna pee?"
"I just..." You said whispering.
"Let's go, your boyfriend will protect you from the evil clown" he laughed while taking your hand and kissing your forehead.
Himchan
He went to your house just like every Friday, you two used to spend the day together just doing the 'netflix and chill' thing. But literally, nothing sexual, just the two of you cuddling, eating snacks and watching a movie. The thing is that you decided to watch Babadook even when you knew that Himchan didn't like this kind of movies.
* After the movie *
"Are you sure you'll be fine all alone?" He asked you while playing with his own fingers.
"Uhm yup, it was just a movie babe." You said opening the door.
"I think you'll be better if I stayed the night here with you so I could protect you"
"... You're scared, right?" You asked laughing.
"Maybe, but y/n, make sure to close the door properly, I don't want to let him in.
You laughed at his reaction, kissed his cheek and closed the door, this was going to be a long night.
Daehyun
"I don't understand why you like this movies" he said "I mean, they're not scary at all, I bet I can watch it without 'jumping' once."
"Okay, if you do it, you'll take me to a fancy restaurant and I'll order the most expensive meal... Deal?" You said.
"Deal, we can... Watch this one" he choosed Anabelle.
"Sure?"
"Sure."
"As you wish babe" you laughed.
The movie started and he was acting "brave", he kept talking during the movie so he wouldn't get scared until you told him to be quiet. Then he started to cover his eyes and even took your hand so he could feel safer.
"Okay jagi, choose the restaurant and end this torture, please."
Youngjae
This time he was the one who chosed to watch a horror film, you two were lying in the coach while Insidious was playing. You tried to act all brave, but you didn't succeed, you ended up behind Youngjae all scared, shaking and covering your eyes with his sweatshirt while he was laughing at you.
"Baby you're so funny omg look at you hahaha coooward" he laughed at you.
"wait what was that noise? Y/n dID YOU CLOSE THE DOOR? OMG WE'RE GONNA DIE"
Jongup
"why do you even want to watch that?" He said while he was logging in Netflix and looking for Harry Potter just to distract you so you wouldn't make him watch a horror film again. "Ya, stop it, you told me I could chose, and I chose The Conjuring." You said stealing him the remote. "Ok, fine, but if you're afraid at night because of the ghosts I won't come again, so if I were you... I wouldn't watch it." You didn't listened to him, at the end of the movie you were so scared, but didn't want to tell him anything in case he would get mad, but guess what? He already knew but didn't say anything, just said that he was tired and wanted to sleep with you, but the truth was that he wanted to stay the night so he could protect you.
Zelo
When you arrived to his house he had tons of food next to the couch, three blankets and two bottles of your favorite drinks, it was your movie night and everything had to be perfect... Until you said you wanted to watch a horror movie. He started saying he didn't liked it, but the truth was that he was so freaking scared of it and he had to stay alone in the house but didn't wanted to sound like a coward telling you, so he ended up watching the movie and had a nightmare about Jack Nicholson following him with an axe.
Genre/warnings: fluff, university AU, post-university AU, shy!reader
Summary: Developing a crush and falling in love for the first time was scary af, but he knew you weren’t scared of him. More of the possibility of screwing your chanced with him up
(A/N) This is not entirely, but somewhat partially inspired by The Neighbourhood's song "Scary Love", as I'm slowly starting to psych myself up for attending their concert this week and this is one of my favorites off of their most recent album.
Everything seemed so, so scary in the beginning.
First, it was the sudden realization that your eyes trailed over to where he sat at in the very back of the room way too often. Way too often for it to be considered an accident or an unintentional amount of looks, at least. Each time, he wouldn't notice anything to be off, would just occasionally turn his head when talking to a coursemate or when in need for peaking at somebody else's notes. Completely unaware of somebody watching him subtly.
At those rare moments when his head somehow shot into your direction, your eyes would go wide and you'd look elsewhere. Sometimes it resulted in brief eye contact before you'd frantically turn your head, but you assured yourself that it was fine, he wouldn't think anything of it. He didn't know you. He probably wouldn't think that anybody he didn't properly know would notice him in first place.
And that would scare you. The fact that he might notice that you'd noticed him in this absurd mass of people.
Then there was the fact that everything about him seemed to spark some sort of interest in you recently. There wasn't anything particularly noteworthy about him, or at least it seemed like there shouldn't be, since he was rather quiet, not too quiet but not a loud conversationalist either, often passive when it came to social interactions or activities, without any noteworthy study achievements under his belt, without much intention to shine among his fellow coursemates. His face, though not lacking defined lines and magnificently sharp bone structure, according to beauty standard, wasn't the one of a model's, and his slightly shortish frame seemed to always disappear in the masses.
Still, he was noticeable. He may not be everyone's cup of tea, but he certainly had a charm to him that others did not possess, even when he was showing up to lectures in stretched out sweatpants, oversized tent-like shirts and a bedhead. He was your cup of tea. It was hard to tear your eyes away from the sight.
And that's what truly scared you. The fact that one second you were trying to get by with your life, trying not to drown, trying to make yourself believe that everything was alright even though you knew it certainly wasn't, and the next thing you know you're daydreaming about him. About him coming up to you, smiling a little. Sheepishly sliding his fingers in between yours as the fingertips of his other hand tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek. Him, after seeing you curled pouty lip and tired eyes, just cradling the back of your head with a large, warm hand, and pulling you into his chest, or, well, shoulder - you always tended to imagine him a little taller than he actually was, but only by accident, and re-imagined everything the second you spotted your mistake. And from then on the daydream sort of evaporated. One moment he was there, holding you tightly and calmly like an island in the middle of an upcoming storm, and the next moment you were back in class, alone.
You never dared to imagine more than that. For various reasons.
Thing is, you felt like you were obligated to not need anybody's comfort. You'd lived for so long without it that you felt it was only logical to go on that way. It was stupid, really, the way most humans were made to long for attention even when they could live without it just fine. You fell into that little tiny part of society that longed for something they had restrained themselves away from. That was your everyday.
But the warm feeling that spreads across your cheeks when you're walking through the hallway right behind him or the thumping of your heart when he was near, your mind telling you not to look despite knowing you wouldn't listen anyways - it was all there. The only signs that were required for you to realize.
It was scary, developing feelings for somebody. Especially when it was your first time doing so, and when that somebody was as far away from you as Pluto was from the Sun. Light years away, light years ahead. Ethereal and unreachable and just an object to admire.
Sadly, admiring him from afar was a bit more challenging than first anticipated. What did you expect from somebody with zero high school sweetheart experience, not even a clue how it was to a find interest in somebody? A few unaware stares and shy remarks later, word started to spread around campus that (Y/N) had a crush on Jongup.
But it wasn't supposed to be this way. No one should've known about it. It was your secret. You weren't right for him anyways, what was there so special about you that he could possibly take interest in? Deep down in your heart, you wanted to believe it was nonsense. Partially at least. You didn't want anything to do with him. He stressed you out more than anything, and you were alright with just admiring him from afar. You didn't even want to imagine him hearing about the rumors in first place.
He did. And he shrugged them off. And it broke your heart.
One would think he'd have to react somehow, but he didn't. The naive little part of you was devastated not to see him glancing, not to see him approaching, but what did you expect? There was no obligation for him to do so if he wasn’t interested. He still acted like you didn't exist. He only knew your name. He didn't seem like he needed to know more than that. Although maybe he just didn't believe everything he heard.
Days went on. So did weeks, which turned into months, which ended up being another whole semester. Admiring from afar had become your specialty. Even far away at home and parted from everything and everyone while on break, he remained in your head for the whole time, somewhere at the back of your mind, the image of his strong arms wrapped around your waist being too addictive to be left alone and forgotten on nights when you couldn’t fall asleep. The longing you felt the second you saw him on the first day of the new hellish semester almost seemed desperate. It was desperate. You wanted him to notice you so bad.
And it was silly, how easily things sometimes came to be, but he did. Unpurposefully.
"Can I sit here?"
His voice, coming from nowhere, startled you enough to jump at it a little. Your eyes eventually found his, and with a pause that had started heading into the awkward direction, you finally nodded, realizing what he wanted.
(Y/N), talk, goddamnit.
"Yeah, s-sure."
Nice one. Two words, one stutter. Why can't you ever keep it together?
The little tingle in your voice came by him unnoticed, or at least he didn't throw you a glance or rethink his decisions of his today's location. With less grace than imagined, he plopped down into the chair next to yours, rummaging through his bag. In the corners of your eyes, you scanned the area where his usual seat was at. Some other bloke had comfortably nested in there, and by the arms carelessly thrown behind his head and the loud conversations he lead with nearby sitting people, it didn't look like he'd leave anytime soon.
"Crap..."
Before more curses could fall from Jongup's lips, the professor asked for everybody's attention, and he stopped fiddling around. With a tossed open notebook lying in front of him, he narrowed his eyes into the distance, his head resting on his arm. His lip having curled into a little unintentional pout and his cheek a little puffy.
Ten minutes in you realized he didn't bring anything to write with. Was it so hard to ask?
You slid a pen over to him without saying anything. Sort of hoping he wouldn't notice first, and eventually would just look down to the object neatly sitting in front of him, pretend that it had been there all along. Would take it and not say a word.
His eyes did register the movement across the table though. The look he gave you was grateful. A bit of that.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Well done. No stutter this time around.
Fifteen minutes more into the lecture you felt like he was watching you. And not just at moments, but all the time. It made you uneasy and before you knew it, you’d visibly stiffened up. Jongup raised a brow.
"I'm blind like a bat," he explained without much more to it, sheepishly poking at your fingers that were laid across some more words he wanted to copy into his notebook, "And forgetful of my glasses. I hope you don't mind."
He’s just copying your notes, take it easy. Just the notes.
Forgetful of his glasses.. Amongst other things. He was such a mess, but still caused all these feelings inside your chest, so you simply nodded and shoved your notebook a little closer to his side. Another quiet thank you escaped his lips, but you didn't want to respond.
It was scary. How nervous he got you by just sitting next to you. How nervous you felt to even open your mouth around him.
This became a daily thing. He would come, say a quiet hello. Sometimes he'd forget stationery and you'd pass it to him silently and generously. His glasses were more of a myth than an everyday occurrence, but the few times you'd actually seen them on his nose, they'd looked gloriously comfortable, suiting him well. The nervousness you felt around him didn't substitute or cease.
He'd stated your handwriting was better than the one of his previous desk buddy. once he'd even said he felt like he could concentrate here better than there, since you were completely silent and didn't constantly bug him. That’s why he’d apparently come to sit here. Fair point. Conversation really was kept at a minimum for various reasons, and for the better, you thought.
He seemed to hold similar beliefs. Until one day.
The note had appeared on your notebook randomly. As you glanced down at it in question, you were certain it hadn't been there just a moment ago, and threw the girl to your right a questioning look. A forced caught from the left made you jump a little. It seemed as if he wanted to tell you something with it. Cautiously, your fingers trailed over the folded piece of paper and opened it up, not looking over to him.
Jongup's scribbly handwriting was messily covering the page.
"Is that assignment due to next Tuesday? Did I hear correctly?"
Wasn't it easier to just ask you, not scribble a note? Raising your brow at him, you didn’t get a reply. He was looking right ahead, pretending to pay attention... Pretending, because the corners of his mouth were lifted in a little cheeky smirk, and you knew he was silently waiting for your reaction.
You inked your reply right underneath his question before passing it back to him. The next string of text was passed to you less than two minutes later.
And that's how it started.
Scribbly back-and-forth talk was comfortable for both of you. It didn’t really bother you to study, kept you entertained every free minute, but more than that, you could finally talk to him without constantly feeling too nervous to tie two words together.
Pages and notes started becoming too complicated. One day he showed up with an extra notebook, just for the talks. That notebook seemed to be the only thing consistent with him - he could forget everything, just not this. Because, for an odd reason, that would mean that your conversation would be cut short. And it had become a comfortable part of everyday life neither of you wanted to miss out on.
And it was scary, to start talking to him. But his method of doing it eased the situation.
It was a regular Friday afternoon. Last lecture before another weekend would roll around the corner. Your eyes registered Jongup’s movements, his pen once again inking words on a page of your conversation notebook. You let him finish his business, waited for him to sit back against the chair. As the professor’s monologue ceased and he started rummaging for some papers he was in need of in order to explain the final part of the topic, you let your eyes wander across the page.
“Why don’t you ever talk to me?”
It was so straightforward it made your heart race again. Jongup rarely asked anything. You looked over to him, wanting to open your mouth, wanting to get out some sort of sound. It didn’t happen. You lowered your eyes again, gulping down a knot that hat built in your throat. It felt different when you were talking to him through the notebook. The lined pages provided some sort of comfort and safety than an actual conversation didn’t. It was less open, less vulnerable.
You simply tapped at the page, to which he briefly looked into your eyes before leaning back up front. It was so quick, you didn’t anticipate the motion in the least. The moment you realized how close he was now, you instinctively pulled away a little.
“No, I mean as in actually talking. Why don’t you?”
He looked up to you again, seeming closer than before. Had he moved? Had he leaned in more? You felt too afraid to look away, too nervous to keep staring. He felt the anxiety coursing through your veins from a mile away. Practically heard your heart thumping against your chest. Yet he didn’t let up.
“Is it because you’re too shy?”
He didn’t look up, just paused after every written line. You remained quiet.
“Is it because you stutter every time you say something to me?”
You closed your eyes briefly, wanting to curse. He did notice. All this time, he had noticed and knew it. Why did he pretend he didn’t?
“Is it because you think I’m not alright with it?”
Would he be alright though? Wouldn’t it be annoying?
“Are you nervous around me?”
Nearby students started chatting quietly. Briefly glancing at the clock, you figured it was near end of the lecture. He was right. He always got you feeling nervous.
“Scared of me?”
Conversation from all around became louder. The professor was saying his final words for the day, about to dismiss everybody and wish them a hardworking and productive weekend. But you couldn’t possibly listen. Not now, in this situation.
“Do you like me?”
It honestly felt like your heart was about to stop. It was too much.
Before you noticed it, you were shoving your things away into your messenger bag. It was too much. He wasn’t supposed to know, but he knew. He wasn’t supposed to bring it up, because you’d grown used to just admiring him from afar. This Jongup that had cornered you today demanding for answers and the one you usually talked to through the notebook were two different people.
“Wait.”
His hand landed on your upper arm the very moment you rose from your chair and were literally about to run, his voice lingering in the little space above your heads for longer. Most people had left the room by now. You felt the palms of your hands covering in a thin layer of sweat as you slowly sat back in your chair, folded your arms over your lap and watched him grabbing his pen again.
He was writing for quite a while, during which you simply anxiously sat and waited with your eyes glued to your lap. And then, he closed the notebook. Looked back at you. Shoved it in front of you and stood up, leaving you with it. His fingers brushing down your arm gently before pulling away as he left you sitting there completely alone.
For the whole day you tried to forget about the notebook, but couldn’t. Curiosity was gnawing at you, and you finally caved in the moment you walked through your dormitory’s door, propping down on the couch and anxiously flipping through the pages.
There was so much conversation. With your heart beating immensely fast, you found the page he’d scribbled on today.
“Are you nervous around me?”
“Scared of me?”
“Do you like me?”
You stared at the bottom of the page, afraid to flip it over. It was scary, how much you feared he might write you off. How much you feared he might not sit next to you next Monday. How much you wanted him to.
Take a deep breath. Flip it over.
“Because I like you. A lot. I could write about it but I’d most definitely run out of pages, and we’d have to sit here for long. Until sunrise. And then some more, because I have a lot to say.”
It was so scary, to meet him the very next evening after you’d read this over and over again for several times, trying to reassure yourself that it wasn’t a bad joke or a blunt lie. But with a deep breath, you showed up at his dorm room’s door. In two hours time you were walking down nameless nightly streets hand in hand. In another hour conversation was a fluent thing that seemed to never have been missing in first place. In two more hours you were kissing right under the stars.
And it was scary too, but his soft lips moved against yours with such ease and grace that it felt like gravity had given up on the two of you, and you were floating somewhere mid-air in time and space, not belonging to a certain time frame or surroundings. Just his arms. The same arms you’d been wrapped up in all of your daydreams. Same arms that had locked you up safely in them because he knew. He knew you were afraid, but not of him. Just genuinely afraid of doing something wrong, because you wanted this so much, but just didn’t know how to do it.
He never took it for granted and always made it his priority to make you feel safe in your actions. And that’s how the fears started to cease.
Now, more than just a few years down the line, you looked back at that time with the fond smile of all playing across your lips. The photographs you’d finally finished sorting were now sitting in a fresh, new photo book, and you rose from your comfortable position on the bed, heading towards the commode to store it away in a safe place.
The front door creaked open and closed with a loud thud. Your smile didn’t fade as you instinctively headed for the bedroom door, and then to the hallway, running a hand through your messy hair.
Memories kept flooding you. Of all those times when he said it was alright, of all those times when he mended your worries and calmed your nerves. All those times he took your shaky fingers in between his and told you that you couldn’t do wrong, all those times you were uncertain he said that he’d lead, and all you had to do was follow. All your past and your present, everything that would follow.
“Hey,” he instinctively smiled a little as he saw you appearing in the hallway, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his jacked before he turned back to you, his eyes softly gazing you up and down. Your fingertips ghosted over his cheek before wrapping around the nape of his neck, almost getting tangled up in the collar of his shirt. It was the ring’s fault, you thought.
You’d told him that the engagement ring was way too big already dozens of times, but he said that no other ring he’d ever seen was worthy of being put on your finger. You remember the way you cried when he put in on that same finger for the first time, remembered how your hands kept trembling until he took them in his own warm ones and held them tightly. How you choked up and he hugged you, chuckling at your outburst of emotions. There was nothing to cry about, he reassured. You could continue being happy from then on.
That was two years ago.
Your lips locked with his gently, like they did back then. Like they always did. His hand trailed down your arm, down your shoulder before finally hooking around your waist. You still felt the cold trail his wedding ring left across your skin, and smiled at that as well.
The wedding was teary too, and despite all that, you remember how you couldn’t stop smiling. It was the happiest day of your life. With all your friends, all your relatives, a beautiful beach, a blown-off into the water veil, a cake-faced Jongup sharing his toothy and slightly crooked smiles with you, a night of laughing and opening presents and cuddling into the sunrise. Breakfast in bed. You calling him hubby for the first time and him making a grimace. Those things started back then and haven’t ceased yet.
That was a year ago.
“How are you feeling?”
You chucked a little over his never-fading worry. But he wasn’t the only one who was worried, through for the first time in your life, you felt like you were less worried about something than him. Even if it probably should be the other way around.
“You keep asking the same question all over again.. I’m fine, Uppie, not any different from normal and usual. You worry too much.”
His large, warm hand gently rested against your middle, his eyes immediately obtaining a certain spark as his forehead pressed against yours and he looked down. You hadn’t announced it to anyone yet, not your friends or relatives or anyone, because you were still in the stage of trying to believe it yourselves. The gentle, still barely-there curve that was slowly forming where his palm laid now was real, and it was of most importance. It was so small still, so unnoticeable, sometimes he asked himself if it was maybe just a figment of his imagination. But there was proof, and more important than that, he could feel it. A new life starting to blossom right there, one he was responsible for. One he wanted to take care of.
“I have all the rights to worry,” he answered quietly, smiling as he looked back up to meet your eyes, “It’s a new experience for me too, I have all the rights to be worried about you and our little bean.”
Memories. Memories of the ever-so-brave Jongup and the always slightly scared you arose and didn’t leave. You felt a certain warmth spreading across your chest as you looked back at him, back at the man who had given his all to you. His youth and his time, his efforts and his resources, his love, for god’s sake. His back to hide behind, his chest to bury your nose in, his hand in marriage, and so much more than that.
“Does it scare you? The uncertainty of the future? The changes we’re about to experience?”
You’d expected him to catch onto the reference, to laugh at it a little perhaps. But instead, he simply bit his lips and nodded, staying untypically serious.
Yes, he was somewhat scared of the future. But more than that, he was absolutely thrilled for it.
“But I don’t mind being scared, because I’m with you. And you constantly give me all the courage I’ll ever need.”
(Admin: WWT, I started this a year ago and just finished it so I kinda forgot what I was writing)
“Because I love you,” the words fly out of your mouth before you can truly grasp what you’ve said, both of you tense up instantly, you drop your head avoiding eye contact with him, “I mean-” you cut yourself off.
The tension is heavy between the two of you, you can’t see Yongguk but you can tell, you can practically hear the gears turning in his head trying to process your words. You expect him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t he walks silently to the door, leaving. You brush your hair away from your face, the tears that had previously been held back by the tensing of your body flowing freely down your cheeks. You slide down against the wall bringing your knees to your face, your arm hiding your eyes; there was no one in, there to hide your tears from but you do it anyway.
You want to disappear you want to curl up and die—why of all the things you could’ve shouted for being your reason why I love you. Yes, you mean it but that’s not what he wants to hear; he doesn’t want to hear that his best-friend that he’s known for as long as he can remember has feelings for him. Part of you wishes he would have thought you had meant a friend type love or at least pretended to think that’s the way you mean it. You hit your head on the wall behind you letting out heavy sighs. Your mind is racing a million miles a minute, you can’t call him and explain yourself, you can’t backtrack, you can’t pretend it didn’t happen.
“Let’s talk,” the sound of the door opening and Yongguk’s voice come almost simultaneously startling you, Yongguk lets out a heavy sigh sliding down next to you on the wall, neither of you knows what to say the air is still tense.
“It’s not like you knowing changes anything,” your voice shows that you’ve given up, “you don’t love me, you’re still leaving,” you say lulling your head tiredly to the side, “that’s the conclusion I’ve come to,” you mimic his words from the fight earlier he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip letting out a huff.
“Even if I do love you, I’m still going to leave,” Yongguk says under his breath, “so what was the point of telling me?” Yongguk mutters glancing towards you before turning back quickly to his hands.
“I wanted to be selfish, for once,” you pull yourself to your feet walking away from the wall and stretching your arms over your head, “if that’s all you wanted you should just leave now,” you say softly dropping your head down you hadn’t noticed Yongguk had stood up until he grabs your arm turning you to face him.
“What should I do?” Yongguk asks hesitantly his eyes scanning your face, you pull your arm away from his grip.
“You already know what you’re going to do, why are you asking me?” you glance down at your floor, “you already know what I want you to do, that’s why we fought,” you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, “just go home,” you say softly pushing him towards the door half-heartedly.
(I took my links off so that it would show up in the search on Tumblr)
This week is Boyfriend Material Week! Each day I’ll put out a one-shot with one of my favorite idols - each day picking someone different. Who will be boyfriend material tomorrow?
Genre: Date Night Fluff x Hint of Smut
Pairing: Daehyun (B.A.P) x Reader
“Honey! I’m home!” you announced, dropping your keys by the door and kicking your shoes off.
You walked down your entryway, wondering where Daehyun was when you saw a flash of a man run from the bathroom to the bedroom.
“Hold on! I forgot my towel!” Daehyun yelled.
You couldn’t help but laugh because this was not the first time this had happened.
You and Daehyun had been living together for a few months now, deciding to after you’d been dating for a year. It had definitely been a transition. You weren’t a huge sweets person and he needed at least one cheesecake in the fridge at all times. You tended to hold things in if you were upset and he would have to pry them out of you so you would talk them out. But even if you fought, you could never stay mad at each other for too long.
It was like you’d just started the rest of your lives. You weren’t married, but you sure acted like it sometimes. You had one calendar you both used, you traded off who did the laundry or dishes or cleaning, and you had already gotten over the hurdle of meeting his members.
But enough about your domestic bliss, tonight was date night.
“Y/N! You’re home early!” you heard Daehyun yell from behind your bedroom door. Popping his head around the door, he continued “And I was going to surprise you.”
“Well, I can promise you I was still surprised,” you answered, wiggling your eyebrows at him as you walked toward the bedroom.
“Wait you can’t come in!”
“What? Why not? I want to get into comfy clothes,” you said.
“Because it’s not ready yet!”
You waited, leaning against the wall next to your bedroom door as you could hear Daehyun doing who knows what inside. You were getting ready to pull a bobby pin from your hair to attempt to pick the lock when he opened it, diving for a kiss before you could even respond.
“Welcome home,” he said after pulling back.
Your eyes fluttered back open and your hands moved to pull him back to you to finish what he’d started. He wrapped his arms around your middle, smiling into your kiss and breathing you in.
Pulling back on your own this time, you answered “It’s good to be home. Now care to tell me just what you were doing in our room?”
With a barely contained smile on his face, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into your room.
“Happy Friday Night Date Night, Y/N!”
You were shocked. And you were sure you must have been making some kind of face because you could hear Daehyun laughing at you. But what else did he expect?
He’d turned your entire room into a fort. Your bed was covered in blankets and pillows, like usual since you both loved be comfortable, but so was just about every spot on the floor. You walked around, seeing the candles on the dresser and finally hearing the soft R&B songs playing in the background.
As you got closer to the bed, you noticed some new clothes laid out on the bed. Fingering the lace and silk, you slid your eyes sideways to look at Daehyun who was looking back at you hungrily.
“I just thought you’d like something comfy and new to sleep in after your long week at work.” Daehyun said, coming up behind you and sliding your hair off to one side so he could pepper kisses along the nape of your neck.
Your breath hitched and you couldn’t stop your smile as you said “Something tells me you don’t want me putting this on right now.”
His low chuckle in your ear caused you to shiver as he said “I’ll help you with that later. Much later.”
...
“You know, the bed would probably be much more comfortable,” you said from the floor.
“But the bed is for sleeping,” Daehyun said, snuggling into you as he pulled yet another floor blanket around you both. “And we weren’t sleeping a little bit ago.”
You were glad the candles were low and that his face was resting on your chest so he couldn’t see your blush. You ran your fingers through his hair, down the back of his neck, and started drawing patterns across his shoulders.
“You know, this probably would’ve been a fun fort to watch movies in before... I mean if we hadn’t... you know..” you said, blushing even more as you realized you couldn’t make yourself say it out loud.
“You mean if we hadn’t destroyed it already?” Daehyun said, picking his face up to smirk at you as you tried to look away.
“I mean I don’t know if I would have put it that way,” you said, trying to bury your face under the blankets.
Daehyun just laughed and pulled them back, lifting himself over you and caging you in with his arms.
“You know, I think you’re right. The bed would be more comfortable.”
Looking into his eyes, your whole body started to heat up as you teased him, “Oh? So you’re ready to go to bed?”
Daehyun lowered his lips toward yours, inch by inch, until your noses were touching. His breath fanned out across your cheeks and you couldn’t help your eyes closing, expecting his kiss any moment.
When it didn’t come, you opened your eyes again, only to see him looking at you softly.
“How did I get so lucky with you?” he whispered.
Your gaze softened and you reached a hand up to brush his hair off of his forehead. You tilted your head enough to press a kiss against his nose and said the only thing you could think of, the only thing that mattered.
Anon asked: Can I request for the Halloween writing vampire jongup angst and light smut please?? Thank you lots 💗
We love a slightly smutty sister (I hate myself. Why would I say that)
Jongup is a precious soul and he holds a very special place in my heart. I really hope you like this! I had a lot of fun writing it... I kind of made him a jerk in this, but its just where my brain let me on this one. I hope its kind of what you wanted!
-Admin Lionheart
Moon Jongup. He was one of the only people that you hated with all you might. Ever since you were kids, he was your biggest bully. No matter where you went or what you did, he was right there with you, tea singing you about something new. That’s why you couldn't wait to get out of this stupid town; get away from him.
“You’re leaving?” You heard a familiar and unwanted voice say.
“What do you care?” You snapped, turning around to face Jongup. He had his signature stupid smirk on his lips that made you want to punch his stupid face.
“I can’t let my little play thing get away from me, can I? Who am I going to tease if you leave?” He said, stepping closer to you.
“Don’t know, don’t care.” You said, standing your ground. “I’m sure it won’t be hard to find someone else to torture. I guarantee I’m not the only person you treat this way, so you can just go bug one of them all the time instead of me.”
“But you’re my favorite... nobody tastes as good as you do.” He said, wrapping a hand around you neck. Oh, yeah, Jongup wasn’t only a bully, but he was also a vampire. Yay.
“I’m not a blood bag, Jongup. Leave me alone.” You said, pushing him away from you and turning on your heels to go home. You didn't expect for him to actually leave you alone, but you were just happy to get home without having to see him again. For now, that is. He always showed up right before you got into the shower so that he could “cherish your nature scent” or some bullshit like that. Whatever it was, you were sick of it.
So, with that being said, you decided to mix up your schedule and hop into the shower as soon as possible, which you did. It was so nice being able to get into the shower and not have blood all over your body from Jongup’s nasty feeding habits. It was great not having sensitive bite marks scattered throughout your body.
Once you were out of the shower, you put on some shorts and a sports bra and decided that it would be nice to read a book before he showed up. You figured he was probably going to be angry, but you didn’t even care anymore. But oh, was he angry.
“You showered already?” You heard Jongup say, suddenly.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I did.” You said, looking up from your book for a brief moment before going back to what you were doing.
“You know I hate it when you shower before I get here. Are you trying to piss me off?” He asked with a harsh tone. He knew your answer, so you didn’t bother to say anything. “I guess I’m just going to have to teach you a lesson.” Jongup said, before appearing by your side, throwing the book out of your hands.
You were about to protest, but he quickly had a hand around you neck, slightly cutting off circulation to your head. You knew that fighting him was useless since he wasn’t human and had way more strength than you could even imagine, but you couldn’t help it. Squirming around in his grip, you began to regret your actions as soon as you looked into his eyes. Pitch black. There was no sign of color in them and you had never seen them like that before.
“Naughty girls need to be punished, Y/N.” He said right before he plunged his fangs into your neck. The pain instantly shot through your body as you felt your blood being sucked from you body. When he released his grip, instantly he was on top of you, pinning you to the bed. Ripping your clothes from your body, he began to bite from your neck all the way down to your thighs, before pausing right next to your core.
As much as you hated to admit, you needed to feel him and thats exactly what he gave you, showing a couple fingers inside of you while he continued to puncture your body with his teeth.
It didn’t take long before the pleasure in your body reached its climax and you felt your heart beat slowing down. Jongup had drawn so much blood from your body that you could barely move.
“Thats what happens when you defy me. Don’t do it again, or else I won’t be this nice next time.” Jongup said, getting up from the bed and disappearing from your room; leaving you alone, bloody and tired.
