NCT IMAGINE — nakamoto yuta as a boyfriend
LISTEN TO — daft pretty boys by bad suns
HEADCANONS
i mean he’s just gone from the start
everything you do, every little smile, every scrunch of your nose when he says something extra mushy and cute to make you laugh
he’s whipped™ and not even hiding it
and for once you’re not completely oblivious (yay go you!)
but it’s like a weird waiting game because yuta really really wants to be the one to confess and all of your friends (cough winwin cough) are telling you to let him
but this boy is just taking forever smh
because you make him feel so shy shy and happy happy so what is he supposed to do? just tell you??
in his head he has it all planned out, but in reality he probably ends up blurting it out without meaning to after he sees you eating a piece of toast with your round lil cheeks all full or something (you looked really cute okay!)
but it’s all good because you like him back and you probably kiss right there and have your first make out right there sitting on the kitchen counter with him in between your legs
(and maybe mark walks in on you and makes a face, but yuta doesn’t even care because you like him back!! and you’re letting him kiss you!!)
so softest couple award def goes to: y’all
he brings you flowers all the time.
even if you don’t really like flowers (umm but who doesn’t like a good tulip am. i. right.) he still brings you daffodils or sum whenever he seems em
yuta is a really good listener
he’s very patient and would totally listen to your worries over the same thing over and over if helps you
and he looks at you the whole time and traces little swirls over your knee while you talk so he can comfort you and listen at the same time
he’s also really good at coming up with solutions for your problems if you ask him, but mostly he just listens to you and supports you however he can
oh!! my gosh!!
imagine the cute clothes you would share
anything oversized you don’t even have to ask for he’s already put it in your closet
in general, he would love you so hard, truly
if anyone said anything bad about you, he’s the first to defend you (but in like?? a really thoughtful, well spoken way?)
but he would also def fite any nct member in a denny’s parking lot if they start getting too friendly with you
tldr: this biss in luv with you. you’re probably stuck for life. poor you :( so sad :(( i want a yuta
8:32 AM
you were “just a little bit sick” (your words not his), which meant yuta was spending his day off in bed, taking care of you. he didn’t have to, or at least that’s what you insisted last night before he invited himself over and made sure you got some food in you before he put you to bed.
“why didn’t you call me?” he scolded you when he felt your fever against the palm he pressed to your forehead. “i would’ve canceled any of my plans.”
“i know you would,” you smiled fondly at him, feeling a little delirious and sleepy as the medicine yuta made you take started working. “that’s why i didn’t call.”
“silly (girl/boy),” he tsked, a sharp tap of his tongue against his top teeth, before he swooped you up in his arms and carried you to bed.
you half weren’t expecting him to still be there in the morning (most of the time he had practice) so waking up with your face smooshed against him was a happy surprise.
“hi,” you smiled, turning your head so your chin was resting on his chest. he laughed, giving your waist an affectionate squeeze before he reached out to tap your nose.
“hi, cutie.”
11:46 PM
it was one of those late summer nights where the air felt hot and sticky against your skin. you and yuta were hanging out on your fire escape, draped lazily over the sofas you had shoved out there earlier that summer when you realized it was the perfect spot to eavesdrop on your neighbors (who had broken up and gotten back together twice since you moved in) or, like tonight, to soak in the sounds of the city that reached down the alleyway between your apartment building and the next one over.
“here,” yuta swung one of his legs through your window, dropping down onto the couch with all the grace of a newborn deer. “that’s all the ice you have left.”
pulling an ice cube from the bowl he offered you, you almost moaned at the feeling of relief when it touched your skin.
you sighed, leaning into yuta’s side while his shoulders visibly relaxed at the feeling of an ice cube of his own sliding over his warm brown skin.
“i think i’m going to melt,” he murmured, eyes closed, but he smiled at the feeling of your lips on his. opening them, he shook his head at you. “stop it. it’s too hot for that.”
but he pressed his lips back against yours anyway.
