Summary: You and Youngjae find out some unexpected but super exciting news!
Warnings: mention of pregnancy, vomiting.
A/N: This is the first installment of the Got7 Dad series. Last year I did the date series and started with Youngjae, so I figured I would keep up with tradition and do it for this series too. As always, my masterlist is here!
The morning was brisk, just cold enough for you to stay snuggled in your robe. Youngjae rolled over on the mattress, laying his head in the crook of your neck from behind and winding an arm around your front.
“Good morning, princess,” he mumbled sleepily, lips connecting lazily to your neck. You beamed, staying silent. You loved quiet mornings with your husband-- there was so much peace to them. He would always lay with you until you were ready to wake up. His patience was boundless, and sometimes there were whole days where you two would stay in bed. He truly was the best. You sighed, coming back to reality. A vile twisting in your stomach caused you to bolt for the bathroom, leaving a sleeping and now disgruntled Youngjae on the bed. “Babe, what the hell?!” Youngjae called out, clearly dismayed.
You couldn’t be bothered to care that you’d started your husband from his sleep, the only thing that mattered was getting to the toilet in time. You barely made it, the contents of your stomach coming up all in one heave.
“Jesus, I’m coming,” he said gently, crouching next to you and smoothing the hair back from your forehead.
You pulled back from the porcelain, forehead sweating as you looked at Youngjae. His big brown eyes were full of concern, hand still smoothing your hair back. “Was it something you ate?”
“No, you ate the same thing and we cooked last night,” you said weakly.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, getting up and handing you a towel from the rack, still shirtless from sleeping, marks from the sheets covering his side.
You smirked. “Ya know, if you wouldn’t insist on sleeping under all the sheets you wouldn’t have to sleep shirtless.”
“I like sleeping shirtless,” he beamed. “It’s more freeing.”
You paused, wiping the towel over your forehead. “Babe… when was my last period?”
Youngjae thought back for a second. “Last month, remember? I bought you tampons.”
“I think it was the month before…” you said quietly.
“Are you sure?” He reached out a hand to help you up, and you took it gratefully, reaching back to close the lid and flush the toilet.
You grabbed the toothpaste and your toothbrush and began scrubbing vigorously at your teeth while your husband started the coffee, thinking back. It would’ve had to have been the month before. You hadn’t touched a tampon in what felt like a year, and you hadn’t had any symptoms of PMS, which wasn’t normal for you. Usually, you cried over every little thing and wanted to eat your weight in sweets, and sweets sounded disgusting to you at that very moment.
You rinsed your mouth and walked into the kitchen, where Youngjae was busy toasting bagels for the both of you.
“Babe... do you think I... could be pregnant?”
A startled chuckle sounded from Youngjae. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Maybe you’re just sick.”
It wasn’t impossible. You’d been trying. You and Youngjae both wanted a baby so badly that you’d been trying nearly every night. He’d laid you down and bared his soul for you, and you for him-- more times than you could count in the last month. He’d taken extra care not to spill any of his precious seed outside of you, and you had taken extra care not to move after he’d given you his everything. Even still, pregnancy test after pregnancy test had come back negative, and disappointed not only you but your poor husband.
You couldn’t take much more disappointment, and every time you brought it up, he would look at you with so much pain in his eyes that you couldn’t bear to ask him to be disappointed again.
This had to be a sign, though, didn’t it? Random sickness coming from nowhere? Complete opposite of PMS symptoms? Sudden aversion to coffee? You loved coffee and no longer wanted anything to do with it, and if you did happen to take a sip, it tasted salty.
“We have to try,” you said, taking a small bite of bagel and damn near instantly feeling sick again.
Youngjae sat across the table from you, a small rectangular box in your hand.
“Well, babe, this is it. The moment of truth.”
He grinned up at you, hope back in his eyes. He gave you a light kiss, and you removed the pregnancy test from the box and took it to the bathroom.
You shut the door for privacy, pulled your pants down and pulled off the cap from the test, put your thumb over the window and did your business.
“Well?” Youngjae asked from the same spot at the table as you sat back down across from him.
“Now we wait,” you said, placing the test in the middle of the table with extreme care, afraid that even the smallest movement would result in a negative.
You pulled out your phone and recalculated the day that your period should’ve come, and it was almost exactly eight weeks ago. Heart racing, you counted down the minutes, staring into Youngjae’s eyes across the table.
He crossed his fingers, and you picked up the test, covering the window and coming over to his side of the table.
“Y/N,” he breathed, “I want you to know that even if you’re not pregnant, it is my promise to you that we will be parents. Even if it kills me, we will.”
You kissed him gently. “Okay, baby. Moment of truth,” you whispered, your hand uncovering the results.
You flinched a little, the test in your hand shaking just a tad. The little pink plus sign stood, bright and true, against the white of the window’s background.
You turned to your husband. “Do you see what I see?”
His grin was brighter than the sun itself. “YES!” he yelled, picking you up off the floor in one fell swoop. “Y/N! I’M GONNA BE A DAD!”
He set you down, suddenly remembering that you were fragile, and kissed you more gently than you’d ever been kissed in your life.
“We’re gonna be parents!” You cooed gleefully.
“Jagi-yah… this is all I’ve ever wanted for us,” he said, and kissed you again.
a cyj fic fest 2017 entry
prompt: “just smile. i really need your smile right now,” in which his anxiety is getting the best of him, but a certain hyung gave you a pass for their performance.
genre: fluff, comfort
words: 1425
a more softer and cuter and warm and vulnerable side of youngjae. (side note: kalma means calm in tagalog.)
Your feet take you to a hallway full of doors on each side, others seemingly occupied with either too many people squeezing in the tiny room and all of them coming out of it all at once. You don’t exactly know whether you’re going the right way or meeting your demise, but thankfully you see the room number you had been texted by a certain leader plastered on the center of one of the doors, black and bold letters contrasting the paleness of its painted wooden surface.
You knock once, hear a voice telling you to come in and proceed to turn the knob slowly. As you enter, you officially feel the cramped space of the room, with chairs lined up on one wall and vanities on the other. A group of staff is huddled on one side while a camera crew finishes up restoring her equipment inside her duffel bag. Your eyes continue scanning the place until you find the person you’re looking for.
Nobody seems to pay attention to your presence as the moment you came in, another person exited and one more replaced her spot. You walk towards a guy in a video game costume too big for his figure, the animated green suspenders making you giggle involuntarily. He whips his head at the sound and immediately, eyes soften at the sight of you coming in for an embrace.
“Jae,” you sigh against his neck, inhaling the fresh minty scent of your boyfriend. Youngjae chuckles in response, grabs onto your waist tighter as he nuzzles his nose lightly on the junction of your shoulder. “Sunshine, you’re here,” he says, more of a statement rather than a question–like he wants to believe you’re physically in front of him, hugging him, kissing his uncovered cheek.
“I am, all thanks to your favorite hyung,” you admit, coming out of the hug to look him in the face, blemishes and all. You’re glad you saw him before they put the make up on–you missed this side of Youngjae. You missed your boyfriend in general, but seeing the face you woke up to in the early mornings and dozed off to dreamland with during late nights almost two months ago–right here, right now…. It made your heart ache with pure joy.
“Yah, they all are. If Jackson hyung hears you say Jaebum hyung is my favorite, I’m never going to hear the end of it,” Youngjae reprimands you playfully, bopping his nose on yours. You close your eyes at the quick glimpse of affection and smile. “I can only imagine, Jae,” you answer, giggling still.
You contemplated whether to actually kiss him on the lips–god, were his lips fuller and plumper than you remember–but you didn’t plan on ruining your boyfriend’s career this early on its path. They all probably think you’re a close relative and besides, no one really was playing attention to your public display of minimal affection right now.
But you decided with your better judgment and hope that you’ll be able to sneak in a real kiss when it was just the two of you again.
“Jaebum snuck me a ticket for front row seats. Well, fourth row but that’s not too bad,” you say, recalling the night GOT7’s leader called you asking if you wanted to go to Youngjae’ secret guest performance on a singing competition airing on TV. He was able to pull a few strings, knowing the two of you haven’t seen each other in a while thus making this the perfect opportunity to surprise him.
“That’s still a good spot, babe,” Youngjae chirps, letting go of your waist but keeping your body close to him–he needed any and all types of decent touching from you. It has just been too long.
“Right? Anyway, I’m excited to see you rock the stage, Jae!”
As soon as you exclaimed your excitement, you witness Youngjae’s relieved expression turn into a nervous one, shoulders hunching and hands grasping each other tightly–his face was suddenly painted a ghostly pale, the life almost sucked out of him in mere seconds. You panic, heart beating fast and mind whirring loudly.
“J-Jae? Did I say something wrong?” You blurt out, looking for any signs of answers through his hooded eyes. He doesn’t look at you, head down low as his thigh start bopping up and down with the rhythm of his breathing.
“Just smile for me.I really need your smile right now,” Youngjae pleads.
You freeze, knowing exactly what was going on, but remember he needs you to help him right now.
“Breathe for me, baby. Deep breaths, one two three, yeah?” You encourage him, slow and soft with your words and the loving smile he had asked of you. Youngjae doesn’t nod, but seems to acknowledge your instructions as you see shaky but long breaths coming out of his parted lips. Hands intertwining with yours, you give him a light reassuring squeeze. You count some more as he breaths in time.
“I’ll get you some water. I’ll be right back, okay? Just breathe, baby.” You hesitate leaving, but you know he needs something to drink to refresh his throat and mind. You finally see a slight nod, and proceed looking for bottles of water provided in the room. You come back to his seat, opening the cap and reaching your hand towards his chest.
Youngjae takes the bottled water carefully and brings it to his mouth, gulping it down immediately. Patiently, you wait for him to slow down his breathing completely, and be comfortable enough to speak.
“I’m sorry,” Youngjae says, playing with your laced fingers. Looking up at you, his eyes seem puffy and red, cheeks flushed in the same color. You sigh understandingly, nodding your head for him to continue.
“I just… I didn’t sleep well last night–or the night before. I’m excited about this, I really am, but the thought of singing by myself without any of the guys with me on stage is just terrifying,” he continues, biting his bottom lip in contemplation.
“I was so happy about getting the offer of being a contestant because I thought this would be a great opportunity to show this side of me apart from GOT7, you know. Not that I prefer to go solo, I love being in the group, it’s just that–” Youngjae sighs, shaking his head. “Maybe I made a mistake.”
“A mistake?” You ask.
“Believing I’m cut out for this– singing on my own with hundreds of people’s eyes all focused on me,” he answers, the dread getting louder in his voice.
“You don’t mean that, Jae. And I think you’ll do absolutely amazing tonight,” you counter. “It’s normal to get nervous, that happens to you and the guys a lot before shows, right?”
Youngjae nods. You give him a reassuring smile.
“And you go on stage, take a deep breath, and do the best you can for that day. You remember all those times you dedicated practicing for that exact moment to be excellent, to show everyone the passion you have for your career. Whatever happens during the performance, you walk out, go home and pat yourself on the back for doing the most you can,” you tell Youngjae, meaning every word in your speech.
You didn’t want to sound preachy, but the only way to calm Youngjae’s heart was to reassure him of his skills, and that you are proud of where he is now and how much farther he can go. This is only the beginning, and you know he’s not going to entirely give up, He just needs that extra push, and then you can count on him to really rock that stage.
“How do you always know the right words to say?” He whines playfully, pouting and all. You blush at the sight, chest feeling light and happy. You shrug, an innocent smile encompassing your visage and he chuckles breathlessly.
“I think it’s part of my job description, as a girlfriend,” you say jokingly.
“You feel like it’s your job to be my girlfriend?” Youngjae gasps dramatically, and you slap his shoulder with a sharp look. “You know what I meant, dummy,” you say sternly but the grin on your face continues to show.
“I missed you so much,” Youngjae whispers as he brings the back of your hand against his soft cheek, rubbing it in circular motions. You watch him indulge in your touch, as you do too, and sigh contentedly. “I’m here now, Jae,” you remind him and he nods.
“I know, and I’m glad,” he responds, and you just know he’s going to do exceptionally well later, and all the days ahead of him.
Fandom: GOT7
Pairings: Choi Youngjae x Reader
Genres: Fluff, college AU
Rating: PG
Words: 3.3k
Summary: Are you going to the cute TA’s office hours because you’re failing zoology, or are you failing zoology because you’re too distracted from going to see the cute TA?
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A/N: Happy birthday, sunshine <3 I loved writing this - the iguana that my college kept in our department makes an appearance in the fic. As does the professor Y/N hates so much... lol I had a lot of fun reliving old college memories after this. This is my submission for CYJ fic fest 2017 :) Enjoy!
Photo cr. bona5010 - Please do not take without credit.
"All available graduate assistants: please report to the second floor immediately."
The intercom dinged as the department chair hung up the phone, ending his announcement. You turned to your friend, Sooyoung, with a smirk and quirked an eyebrow.
"Chubbs escaped again, eh?" she said. You folded over in laughter as seven different research and teaching assistants bolted out of their offices and laboratories, each one quickly making their way to the stairwell at the end of the hallway.
"I thought the zoology club was going to build a bigger cage for him," you said. "One with a working lock."
You fought the urge to sneak upstairs to watch the drama unfold as Chubbs the Iguana had escaped from his cage for the fourth time this week.
"You going to watch?" Sooyoung asked, knowing how much you loved to observe the chaos among the department staff as the nineteen-pound lizard marched through the hallway like he owned the place, new students ducking out of his way while the juniors and seniors watched intently.
"No, I've got to go to the third floor," you sulked.
"Office hours? Again?" she said.
You nodded and pointed your feet in the opposite direction to head toward the stairs. "I'll see you after theatre lecture, Sooyoung," you said as you walked away. Sooyoung nodded and waved, then turned around to take the opposite stairwell to spectate the show on the second floor.
The third floor of Spellman Hall is perhaps the most relaxing place to be, for a life science building. Some of the laboratory doors were open, and you could hear music resonating through the empty halls. You could distinguish the reggae above the rest as it echoed from the lab belonging to Dr. Jacques. You walked quickly, wanting to get away from any reminders of your nightmare of a professor.
At the opposite end of the hallway, you navigated around several twists and turns to make your way to the graduate assistant offices, and then stopped in front of the door labeled "Choi Youngjae."
"Y/N, are you sure you're going to your TA's office hours because you're failing zoology, or are you failing zoology because you keep going to your cute TA's office hours? Which is it? The chicken or the egg?" You remember Sooyoung badgering you one afternoon before class, to which you promptly replied with "the egg" because if there's one thing you've learned in that godforsaken zoology course, it's that the egg came before the chicken.
Softly, you rapped on the door underneath his nameplate.
"Come in!" he said. Without even seeing his face first, you knew he had that big ol' grin plastered on his face by the tone of his voice.
You pushed open the door and poked your head through. "Hey, it's me. Got a minute?" you asked, breathless from the mere sound his voice and his smile.
"Y/N! My favorite student," he laughed. "What's up?"
"I have some questions about our last exam," you said sheepishly. "I don't understand what I've done wrong."
You pulled out your exam - marked with a big fat "F" - and laid it on his desk to examine. He pushed his thick-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and read for several minutes, flipping through the pages and making notes on some sticky notes. Your eyes scanned the wooden bookshelf behind him as you anxiously waited, making a note of the many pictures of a small, white Maltese dog and the stacks of textbooks he'd collected over his years as both an undergraduate and graduate student.
When he finished, he rolled his office chair to the other side of the desk, next to you with his left arm touching yours. "This problem right here - this is where you went wrong," he said. "This is a nine-part question, so you need to have the first answer correct to figure out the rest." His breath smelled like freshly baked sugar cookies - intoxicatingly sweet and tempting to just lean over and-
Your fantasies were dreadfully interrupted when a picture of Dr. Jacques' face flashed through your mind, with his green and yellow John Deer hat and the permanent scowl embedded in his features. You could even hear his gruff voice as you distinctly remembered his words from the first day of class. "It's 'Jakes,' not 'Zhock,' if you'll kindly learn to pronounce my name right. I'm not a famous French explorer."
Youngjae peered closely into your petrified face and waved a hand in front of your eyes. "Y/N? Hello?"
"Right! Yes. Sorry," you said and perked up in your seat, relieved the war flashbacks had ended but also embarrassed that you likely appeared to be completely uninterested in his explanations.
He frowned and pushed his glasses back up again, then took a red pen to your exam. "It'll be easier for you to take the next exam if you can keep the order of your classification hierarchies straight."
"Yes, I've been having a lot of trouble remembering how that goes," you admitted.
He was silent as he wrote the letters K, P, C, O, F, G, and S in a straight, vertical line on the side of the page. You watched him curiously out of the corner of your eyes as you took a sip out of the bottle of cola from your backpack as he filled in words next to each letter:
"King Phillip Cries Out For Great Sex"
The carbonation of the soft drink burned the back of your nasal passage as you choked and nearly sprayed soda through your nose. With great restraint, you were able to manage your coughing and took a few more sips to clear your throat. Thankfully, Youngjae was too busy writing the real meanings next to each word off to the side to notice.
"It's easier to remember the order when you use a mnemonic," he said, then finally looked up at you to make sure you understood. A smile instantly spread across his features, and he doubled over, clutching his stomach in a fit of laughter.
"Your face," he breathed between giggles, "it's so red."
You cursed your luck and desperately wished you wore an oversized sweatshirt to the office that day, to bury your nose into the soft fabric - anything to get the attention away from your face. "It's not my fault you give your students perverted mnemonics," you murmured.
He chuckled. "That is the one I use because most people seem to remember it the easiest," he said and leaned back in his chair. "Hey, at least there's no way you can forget that now, is there?"
A fair point.
"Yeah, thanks," you said with your chin tucked down and pulled your exam back from him. He rolled back to the other side of the desk as you shoved the packet of papers back in your bag and hauled the heavy pack over your shoulders. For a minute he clicked through the screen of his MacBook Pro, so you said your goodbyes and set out to get lunch before your last class, but by the time you rounded the corner, Youngjae called after you.
"Y/N!" He hurried out of his small office to catch up with you, a yellow flyer in hand.
“Yes?”
“The zoology club is planning a trip to the zoo for an end-of-the-semester celebration. We’re trying to get the university to pay for it as a school-funded activity, but we need at least one more person to justify asking for the reimbursement,” he said, holding out the flyer to you. “Would you like to go?”
Without skipping a beat or even a second thought, you enthusiastically nodded and took the sheet of paper from him. “Yes!”
He exhaled as if he’d been holding his breath, then rested his palms on his knees. “Thank goodness. They’ll be so happy to go,” he said. “Thanks, Y/N.”
“No, thank you,” you said. You checked your watch and panicked as you realized you were almost late for your next class. “Bye, Youngjae!” you scurried away, faintly waving to him.
He stared blankly at you as you ran away and managed to raise a hand to wave back weakly. “Bye!”
Lions, tigers, and bears - oh my.
The two youngest members of the zoology club led the group as you walked the length of the park as a group, occasionally stopping to take pictures of every exhibit and to upload videos of cute baby animals to Instagram. Yugyeom dragged Bambam by the wrist, then suddenly stopped when he noticed the giant vivarium in the center of the park. He pointed toward the lit sign that read “Monkey House,” and suddenly exclaimed, “We have to go!”
Poor Bambam had no warning before his friend broke into a run with his hand still tightly gripping his wrist, dragging him along for a brisk jog up the steep hill leading to the vivarium. Meanwhile, Jaebum, Mark, Jackson, and Jinyoung strolled along casually behind them. You laughed at the energetic kid and his enthusiasm, wishing that you could borrow some of that energy for yourself.
The hot sun bore down on you, making you regret your choice in long-sleeved shirts as you roasted like a chicken in the oven on Christmas day. Youngjae walked on beside you without saying much, but he seemed to be completely unaffected by the giant heat lamp in the sky.
This is what happens when the sun is outshined by star brighter than itself.
“Are you okay? You look like you could use a break,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
You didn’t want to complain before, but since he was offering, you admitted to it.
“Actually, I’m feeling kind of sick,” you said, rubbing your forehead. Youngjae pulled you to the side by your upper arm, and you stumbled, feeling an onset of nausea and the world spin around you. He sat you on a nearby bench in the shade and bent down to your eye level.
“Do you need some food? Anything to drink?” he frowned.
“Too warm,” you said, not sure if you were referring to the sun or his hand resting on yours.
“I’ll get you something to drink. Just wait here,” he said, jumping up from the ground and running off to the nearest vending machine. He returned a few moments later a can of lemonade and cracked it open.
“I’ve heard this brand was pretty good, so I thought you might like it,” he said, holding the can out to you. You welcomed the sour aftertaste of the drink and puckered your lips after the first sip.
He sat next to you on the bench and hunched over, folding his hands in his lap. "We can sit here as long as you like. Don't worry about the others - they can handle themselves."
You tipped your head back to chug more of the sweet drink, muttering a small "mhm" with a mouthful before you swallowed. "Is there anything you want to see today? You've been following around the other members until now."
He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "Actually, I've always wanted to visit the aquarium, but I've never had the chance," he said.
"Well, why don't we visit it today? I don't mind walking around a building with air conditioning," you said after finishing your drink and tossing the can in the recycling bin next to you. You stood and stretched your arms and legs. "Thanks for that, by the way."
A grin spread across his face, clearly excited to visit the aquarium. "No problem."
The cold rush of air at the entrance of the aquarium building was a welcome reprieve from the humidity of the late spring day. Aside from the white and gray paint on the walls, the entire building glowed with a faint blue tint from the light emanating from the tanks.
Youngjae wandered through the maze of hallways and dead ends with his hand on the small of your back, watching the moving marine life with fascination and wonder. His favorite displays were the brilliantly colored saltwater tanks with their colorful foliage and bright, exotic fish. Your personal favorite was the manatee tunnel. Aquamarine hues of light surrounded you as you walked through the tunnel surrounded by glass and water on all sides, and you watched intently, straining your neck to follow the movement of the majestic sea cows. A small calf swam up to the tunnel window, nudging the glass. You could faintly hear a squeak from the other side of the glass display.
You tapped Youngjae's shoulder and pointed to the calf. "Look, Youngjae!"
"Aww, hey little guy! Where's your mother?" he spoke sweetly to the marine mammal. Just then a larger cow swam up to the window and cried out to the baby. "Ah, there she is."
The tunnel ran the length of the entire south wing of the building, so by the time you arrived on the other side, you saw the setting sun through the small windows of the exit doors. "We should go," you said.
"Yeah," he said calmly, looking back at the tunnel and some of the displays you saw earlier. "Thanks for coming."
When you opened the doors again, you were struck by the warm air, making you remember how nice you'd had it inside the aquarium. You scanned the area in front of you from the top of the stairs before you started your descent, hoping to find some of the other members as the park would close soon. Before you knew it, they were calling out to you from afar.
"Y/N!" Yugyeom called out as he sprinted over to you. "We finally found you! Where did Youngjae go?" He rested his palms on his knees, panting when he finally caught up to you.
You hadn't realized he'd slipped away so quickly until Yugyeom pointed it out. You shrugged. "Not sure. He was just here a minute ago."
"Hopefully he comes back soon. JB is getting cranky, and he's still our driver," Bambam said, casually walking up behind the youngest member. "We need to go home."
Attention, Seoul Grand Park Zoo will be closing in 15 minutes. Please note locker rentals and the park gift shops will be closing at this time, a voice announced over the park intercom system.
You whined, disappointed that the shops were closing so soon as you wanted a souvenir for yourself. "That's a shame. I wanted to check out the gift shop," you said with a sigh. "There's always next time, I guess. Let's go find Youngjae."
"I'm right here," a familiar honeyed yet deep voice spoke from behind you. You jumped when a soft object poked and tickled your back, and you looked over your shoulder at Youngjae who held out a small stuffed otter in his outstretched hand.
You couldn't contain the squeal that escaped your lips. "Oh my god - it's so cute!"
"You said otters were your favorite, right?" he said. Your face flushed - you couldn't believe he remembered something so small that you had only off-handedly mentioned once in his office.
You nodded and hesitantly took the plushie from his hands. "Yes, thank you. You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to," he said, flashing the most charming smile your way. The two of you were caught up in your world until Jaebum, who'd snuck up behind the younger members, cleared his throat loudly.
"Let's get this show on the road, kids," he said.
Youngjae looked at you fondly and placed his hand on the middle of your back to usher you forward. "Ready?"
"Mhm."
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The members of the zoology club crashed for the majority of the car ride back. Their content, sleeping faces brought warmth to your heart and made you giggle as both Yugyeom and Bambam leaned on each other as they slept, mouths hanging wide open. Yugyeom stirred and wiped a trail of drool from his face before going back to sleep, resting his head against the window this time. You envied them. As tired as you were, there was no way you could sleep when you sat in the back of the university van with your entire right side up against Youngjae’s left. The two of you talked in depth about the biology department, his assistantship, and your upcoming final exam in two weeks’ time.
“Sorry I can’t be of much help. Dr. Jacques won’t even tell me what he’s putting in the final,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning downward. “If it were up to me, I’d give you a good score, but I don’t have a say in the matter. I can only grade your lab reports.”
You groaned. “Thanks for trying anyway.”
He patted your thigh and placed his hand on your knee, making you painfully aware of the warmth of his hand. You wished you could see his face in the darkness.
“Soon it will all be over. I can’t wait, to be honest.”
“You must be pretty happy to get rid of us undergraduates, right?” you laughed nervously and gave him a tender smile.
“No, no, it’s not that,” he waved off. “As much as I am looking forward to my break, I enjoy the time I spend with my students.” The sincerity of his smile pierced your heart like a ray of sunshine peeking through a clearing in the trees on a bright, sunny day. You fought the urge to squeal over the brightness reflected in his smile.
“What is it, then?” you asked.
A small hiccup of surprise escaped your lips, and your heart fluttered when Youngjae leaned in and cupped your ear with his hand, his breath tickling your ear and the back of your neck. His next few words left you speechless but in a good way.
He pulled away and searched your face for a reaction - preferably a positive one, but he supposed no reaction could also be considered a positive response. When he realized your struggle to form a coherent response, he reached into the front pocket of his backpack and pulled out a party-size Snicker’s bar and a sharpie. After writing a quick note, he carefully and subtly tucked it into the palm of your hand.
Your moment was interrupted when the street lights leading up to your driveway blinded you, and Jaebum spoke up from the front of the van.
“Do you want me to drive you to your front door, Y/N?” he said.
“No, you can just drop me off here. You won’t be able to get through the gate without my key card,” you said and gathered up your purse and your souvenir otter from Youngjae. Jaebum pulled up as far as he could and put the car in park to let you out.
“Thanks for the day out,” you said.
Youngjae squeezed your shoulder. “See you in class, Y/N.” He waved, and you ducked your head down once more to wave back before slamming the car door shut. You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave the boys because that meant the day was over and you’d be alone again. Your hesitation disappeared when Jaebum finally drove away.
Absent-mindedly fiddling with the wrapper of the candy bar in your hand, you took a shortcut across the lawn and through the garden back to your building. Your stomach growled, and suddenly you were thankful for the candy. It had been several hours since you last ate, after all. Just as you were about to tear into the wrapper, you noticed the note on the underside of the flap and held it close to your face to make out the words in the dark.
Call me after finals week. (XXX)-XXX-XXXX - Youngjae :)
Never have you looked forward to finals week, until now.
Youngjae leaned over to cup your ear, and his warm breath tickled your neck. His lips accidentally brushed your ear, earning another muffled squeak from you, and you sensed the smirk on his face, even in the dark. Your heart raced in your chest as he spoke.
*unedited
📝 summary : you love wearing youngjae’s hoodies. Oh and cuddles!
📝 genre : fluff
📝 pairing ; Youngjae, You
📝 word count : 1052
PS : this is my first time writing an xreader fic so im sorry if it sucks ToT
It was Friday morning when you woke up, yawning as you stretched your tired limbs due to your job last night. You look around, already expecting an empty room. The right side of the bed was unoccupied and you pouted. Youngjae’s shift starts in the morning while yours begin during the night. It was impossible for you two to see each other often. Youngjae would already be fast asleep once you get home and you would crawl under the covers and wrap your arms around his chest. You would always smile, tiredly when he sleepily kisses your forehead and hugs you back.
You saw one of Youngjae’s favorite hoodies near the corner of the bed, you shifted from your spot to pick it up, it was his ‘chicago bulls’ hoodie. You like wearing Youngjae’s hoodies, his signature scent filling up your nose and making you sigh in comfort. You like the way his hoodies would look big on you, where it makes you smaller than usual. And you absolutely love the way Youngjae softly looks at you when you wear his clothes.
Weekends with Youngjae was always the best, the two of you would either party all night long or end up watching a movie with some popcorn while cuddling on the couch. There’s nothing in between. Whenever Mark, Youngjae’s friend, dropped off their co-owned dog, Coco, you and Youngjae would huddle up in your thick, and fluffy coats and you two would go to the park with Coco, Youngjae holding her leash.
Youngjae would grasped your hand, giving it a little squeeze before he guides both of your hands inside the warm pocket of his coat. When you look up, Youngjae would stare at you with the same loving glint in his eyes. Sooner or later, Coco was soon forgotten as you two kissed under the moonlight.
After brushing your teeth and taking care of other neccessities, you walked out of the room, planning to make a cup of coffee and cook something for breakfast. But to your surprise, a whiff of fresh cooked eggs and bacon caught your attention. You ran towards the kitchen, only wearing Youngjae’s hoodie and a pair of short shorts that couldn’t be seen due to the hoodie. You heard a familiar voice humming to a song, together with the running water from the sink. You silently squeal, Youngjae was home for the first time and your eyes were filled with excitement and tiptoed towards the unsuspecting male.
As he finished washing the dishes and turned off the sink, you jumped on him from behind, and he caught you (luckily). You covered his vision and pressed your lips towards his ear, “Guess who..” you whispered teasingly. You could feel his back vibrating as he chuckled. “I don’t know.. I wonder who?” He teased back. You whined and let go, your arms finding their way to Youngjae’s neck, hanging around near his collarbones loosely.
“I thought you had work?” You asked as you rest your head on his right shoulder. “Well, since we never spend that time with each other, I thought of asking my boss for a day off today and he agreed since I ‘was a very magnificent’ worker, he quoted.” Youngjae answered as he carried you on his back to the dining table. He sets you down, not before pecking you on the lips and sitting on the chair across from you.
You started to eat, stuffing your face with some toast. You heard him laugh a little as he leaned towards you, wiping the crumbs on your lips with his thumb. You blushed as you mumbled a small ‘thank you’. Youngjae continued to stare at you and you huffed. “You have to eat too you know?” You said as you picked up a piece of toast and pressed it into Youngjae’s mouth. At first, he refused but you persisted so he opened his mouth and chewed the bread slowly, eyes sparkling as he smiled at you. As revenge, he picked up a piece of bacon and forced you to eat it. You playfully glared at him but ate it nonetheless.
After the two of you kept on feeding each other, Youngjae led you to the couch for a cuddling session. He laid you down and spooned you. You could feel him softly breathing on your neck, all while he’s playing with your hair. He then suddenly kissed your forehead, then the bridge of your nose, and finally your lips. “You look absolutely adorable with my hoodie on.” He mumbled on the base of your shoulder, kissing it softly after. “That’s why I love wearing them.” You hummed and closed your eyes. You miss these kind of moments, where both of you do nothing but enjoy each other’s presence.
“Your birthday is in a few weeks, what do you want to do?” You asked, grabbing hold of Youngjae’s hand and playing around with it, lightly kissing each finger. “Well, I don’t really care as long you are there.” He answered, intertwining your fingers with his and kissing the back of your hand. Your cheeks turn shades of pink and you let out a small giggle. “Eww, you’re so cheesy!” You hit his arm slightly and he started to tickle you, while obnoxiously laughing. “Says the one who always wears my hoodies because you know I like you wearing them!” Youngjae argued as he continued to tickle you. “No! Stop!” You cried out, tears of joy falling from your eyes to your cheeks and he stopped, wiping them away.
Youngjae wrapped his arm on your waist, whispering, “I want to stay like this forever.” You nod your head in agreement. You turned around, facing Youngjae’s chest and placed your arms on his waist also. “You smell so nice.” You said and you felt his chest shake as he laugh, oh how you loved his laugh. “Did I ever tell you that I love your laugh? I could listen to it forever. It’s like music to my ears.” You said as you lift your head to look at him. He stares right back at you, he looks at you with such fondness in his eyes as always.
“And… I love you.. very very much you know that right?”
a cyj fic fest 2017 entry
prompt: birthday, oversized sweater in which the boys visit his place before his birthday as a surprise and instead sees you walking out of his bedroom with his sweater on, and nothing but his sweater on.
genre: fluff, slightly suggestive
words: 1854
happy 22nd birthday, my dearest sunshine.
Birds begin chirping in the room. You stir in bed you try to locate the sound, half thinking it was probably an alarm clock Youngjae forgot to turn off and half worried you left the windows open for them to migrate inside. The latter energizes you a bit more, eyes forcing themselves to open and help you see where the phone was placed on.
It wasn’t on your side of the bed, so it was probably on Youngjae's end. Turning around, you try and lift your upper body up for your arm to reach the device, screen lit up with the numbers 8:00 AM flashing boldly. As your arm stretches, another one prevents you from grabbing the annoying source of waking you up. You gasp shortly, the sheets falling from your bare chest in which you feel the cool air hit you with a blast.
Youngjae’s arm scoops your body in its curve, letting you in to feel the contrasting warmth of his own bare chest. You blush at the sensation of skin touching skin, recalling the night you spent together in this very bed. His electrifying yet familiar touches haunt the canvas of every part of you, but you smile in the memory of it all.
“Youngjae…” you mumble, fighting off the sleepiness of your mind as the alarm clock continues ringing. Your boyfriend only pulls you in closer, his head dipped onto your collarbone, full of light patches of purple and blue, and the flush of your cheeks grow warmer. It was as if you can feel Youngjae smirking at this moment, knowing exactly what you were thinking.
Even still, you shake your head lightly in the plush of your pillow. “Happy birthday, baby,” you whisper in his ear, and Youngjae responds with a soft whine, snatching a slight bite on your shoulder.
“Jae!” you squeal, trying to look down at the newly marked spot, but his thick noir locks tickle your nose instead. The birds continue chirping, and you remind yourself of your previous task undone still.
“Let me turn the alarm off, Jae,” you inform him, wiggling your arm out of his grasp. Surprisingly, he complies for a moment, giving you enough space to touch the off button glowing on the screen. Once the sound stops, you’re back in his embrace, and you’re not complaining now as you sigh in his comfort.
Until your bladder tells you to go.
“Baby, I need to pee,” you try waking him up, giving his hair a quick kiss. He grunts in protest, but with much more kissing from your end, Youngjae eventually gives in again.
“Come back quickly,” his groggily replies, and you’re almost convince to keep it in, but mother nature says otherwise. Slithering out of the sheets, the breeze welcomes your exposed skin yet again, so you scramble out of bed to find some kind of decent clothing just to protect yourself from a cold. You spot Youngjae’s gray oversized sweater sitting on a chair from the far corner of the room.
Not wanting to disrupt the birthday boy’s sleep, you tiptoe your way towards the chair and quietly slip into his sweater. You smell a faint scent of mint which you absolutely adore. The top drops just below your knees, covering the most important parts. There isn’t anyone else in the house except you, Youngjae, and Coco, anyway.
His brother had been staying with his friends for a while, and will be returning tonight to celebrate Youngjae’s birthday. That includes the other six boys who, you were informed, had individual schedules to attend to in the morning--so making a nice private dinner party for your boyfriend’s 22nd birthday was the best option. You aren’t complaining--that means you get to spend most of the day with him, and just you. Together.
Smiling to yourself, you go about your business. You notice Coco with her stomach up in the air, heavily enjoying her slumber. You continue walking with light steps, careful not to wake any of the members of the house at the moment. It takes you just a few minutes, and soon enough you are washing your hands in the sink. That’s when you hear the door open.
Freezing in place, you watch your expression scream fear. You are certain Youngjae’s brother is coming home tonight--he texted you and Youngjae three times to confirm. The door continues to creak, and you only imagine the intruder coming in the house completely. You’re definitely awake now as adrenaline pulses through your veins, mind whirring a mile a minute.
Wait, why isn’t Coco barking? Is it someone she knows? Or is the suspect fast enough to grab her and silence her barks?
You feel yourself sweating now, unable to think straight. Shaking your head, you bite your lip and stare at the mirror. “Get yourself together,” you whisper harshly. “You’re not letting anyone ruin Youngjae’s birthday.”
Opening a random drawer, you find Youngjae’s razor lying about. It s a bold move, you think, but it’s better than nothing. Making sure the blade was out and seen, you turn it away from you and prepare yourself.
Taking in a deep breath, you slowly hold onto the knob with your other hand, the blood in your veins unseen as the paleness washes through. You turn ever so slightly, making sure you are making less noise as possible. You hear footsteps nearing the bathroom, that means they’re getting closer to Youngjae’s room. Gulping, you set aside the nervous churning of your stomach as you burst open the door.
“Stand back!” You shriek, eyes shut closed, arm outstretched and flailing as you try and feel skin touching the blade. Someone screams, higher in pitch yet still identifiable as a man. Then you hear Coco bark, and you finally open your eyes, wide and terrified.
“J-Jackson? J-Jinyoung, Jaebum, Yug--what are you guys doing here?” you question frantically, breaths heaving but never letting your arm drop to your side. The six of them all stare back, particularly towards your makeshift weapon. Bambam is holding Coco in one arm, a few tiny treats on the other. So that’s why she didn’t bark.
He lets her go as the snow colored dog runs towards you, head nuzzling against your calf. You finally release the tension from your arm, dropping it to your side as your other hand scratches the back of your neck--almost.
Jinyoung calls your name, sternly. “I wouldn’t raise your hand any more higher than you already did.” That’s when you remember you are only wearing Youngjae’s sweatshirt, nothing more and nothing less.
Even no underwear.
You don’t know whether to scream until your lungs exploded or make a run for it inside Youngjae’s room, lock the both of you in it and refuse to let Youngjae continue his career as a Kpop artist so he can live the shame you just experienced for the rest of your lives.
Speaking of the devil, Youngjae enters the scene, t-shirt and boxers on his body. All of you turn to him, expressions unreadable. The birthday boy yawns, rubbing an eye while inspecting the situation with the other.
“Hey, guys.”
“Happy birthday, hyung!” Bambam and Yugyeom recite simultaneously, approaching Youngjae with a huge embrace. The others followed, either patting him on the back or giving him the toughest slap on the shoulder. Even Coco joins in the mini celebration, jumping on her hind legs to squeeze in the attention given to her father.
And you--well, you continue standing stiffly. You might as well be cemented right then and there. Your eye twitches, processing the events that just transpired mere seconds ago. The atmosphere was indeed awkward, but Youngjae probably didn’t even notice it with all the praise he is getting from the boys.
Jinyoung walks to your figure, and you stop breathing for a minute.
“Relax. We didn’t see anything, but that’s why I warned you because--”
“I get it, Jinyoung. No need to explain,” you manage to blurt out, never meeting his concerned expression.
This time, Jinyoung scratches the back of his head apologetically. “I’m sorry we didn’t text firsthand. Jackson really wanted to go all out with the surprise factor,” he explains. Sighing in your place, you understand their predicament, it was just you who got the unfortunate end of the stick.
“Jinyoung, let’s prepare the plates,” Mark calls from the kitchen, and Jinyoung gives you another look before coming to the older’s aid. You are not moving, not at all. The smallest ounce of dignity left in you: gone.
“Hey, babe, cake for breakfast!” You hear Youngjae next to you, grabbing your sweater paw at the same time. You squirm at this touch, so he lets go immediately. “Something wrong?” He asks, standing right in front of you. Your head low, you don’t know how to explain to him what just happened.
Youngjae tilts his head, pouting at your silence. “Baby, are you alright? Does something hurt? F-from last night?” He insists, voice stuttering from implying about your activities the night prior. Blushing at his statement, you shake your head abruptly.
“What happened, love?”
“We walked in on her--” Jackson notices the two of you, eyebrows quirking and mouth ready to spill.
“Jackson, shut the hell up!” You exclaim, turning your head to the Chinese man with eyes like slits. Youngjae continues assessing the situation, eyeing your body up and down. His eyes grow wide at the realization.
“Do you have any--” Youngjae starts, but you already know what he was going to ask.
“No, that’s the point. I don’t. I didn’t put some on, and now I’ll be embarrassed for the rest of my life,” you confess, face filled with shame. Youngjae is silent for a moment before chuckling breathlessly, hand holding onto your sweating ones. You try to pull away, but he insists and collides his chest onto yours instead.
“Did they see anything?” He asks, voice suddenly husky and eyes shading into black.
You blink in surprise of his change in demeanor. Your legs involuntarily cross together, keeping your balance intact as his arm slides around your waist for additional support. Youngjae looks at you expectantly, the side of his lips curling into a smirk.
“N-no,” you squeak.
“Good,” he answers, kissing the top of your head longer than necessary. You ease into his touch, lips slightly parting in hopes to get some more of him. “You’re just mine to see,” he says first, eyes adoringly going over each detail of your face. “And mine to kiss,” he adds, full lips pulling in yours, tongue smoothly dancing inside your mouth and you whimper. “And only mine to touch,” he finalizes as he retracts, giving your waist a tight squeeze. His hand hovers a little further behind, but you swat him away, your face probably beet red by now. “Youngjae, not here,” you plead, puffing your cheeks in frustration.
“Yeah, Youngjae-ah, not now,” Mark suddenly butts in, and everyone else laughs. The uncomfortable tension miraculously vanishes, and Youngjae hurries you back in the room to fully clothe yourself as you kiss him a happy birthday once again.
I am here to present a project to celebrate the 22nd birthday of the main vocalist of our generation [winks excessively], Choi Youngjae! I think it’s safe to call myself a GOT7 fic writer by now, and with that I decided what better way to bring the GOT7 fandom, specifically lovers of Youngjae heh, together by creating a Youngjae Fic Fest.
Of course, you don’t have to exclusively be a fan of just GOT7. If you love Youngjae and are interested in writing, then go ahead! The more the merrier. ^^
One thing to note: I am organizing two fests! One on tumblr which would be the Youngjae x reader insert fics, and the other on Ao3 (archiveofourown) where all the Youngjae x GOT7 members will be posted.
Same rules apply to both to avoid any confusion! Some writers only write one or the other, and I wanted everyone to have a chance to join in!
So without further ado, here are some general rules to follow:
READER INSERT FICS:
A. Minimum word count: 500. There will be no maximum word count because I, myself, like to write really long fics, so go ham if you want to! If you work does exceed 500 words, it must be put under “Read More” to avoid really long scrolling on the dashboard.
B. It can be any genre you’d like for as long as you include some type of warning if it’s going to be NSFW or just any potential triggers that may harm anyone reading your fic/s.
C. The posting date is on September 17, 2017. Now I know a lot of us are going to be in different time zones, and there is no guarantee that everyone can post their work on a fixed time, so you can publish your fic on tumblr in different ways i.e:
1) The week leading up to Youngjae’s birthday, September 17. Some writers might want to create more than one fic, so they can try posting one fic per day until his actual birthday comes up!
1.1) If you’re only making one, and you’re not sure that you will be able to post it on his birthday exactly, you can post it on any days of the week prior to his birthday. (Specifically, that’ll be within September 11-17).
2) You can try to match his time zone (in South Korea)! For example, I have PST, so when it’s 12 AM in South Korea, I will post my fic at 8 AM. Of course, this may sound extra heheheh, but it also seems really cute and special!
3) Or you know, you can just post it whenever it’s September 17 in your time zone. As long as all the fics have been posted by September 18 (some difficulties might arise, so I’m making this an exception. And this will be measured in PST), we’re all good!
D. I think it’s a given that it should be Youngjae x Reader. Buuuut, just to be sure. :^)
E. Last but not the least, please tag your fic with ‘cyjficfest2017′ in the first five tags in order for me to see them and reblog them! We want every entry shown and given the much deserved appreciation it needs! :)
YOUNGJAE x GOT7 MEMBER FICS:
Rules A and B apply here as well, but the posting date is an exception.
You need to have an AO3 account in order to post your work on there. If you have finished your work earlier than the due date, that’s okay! When publishing your work, go to ‘Collection’ and type out ‘CYJFicFest2017′ and the collection name will pop up. Once you click that, and you post your work, you will see that it hasn’t actually been posted yet because it has been sent to the collection, and I will be revealing all the fics submitted on the same date, that is 17 September 2017 at 8 AM PST.
Here is the link to the collection. Same rules will be posted on there so you can always return to the page if you need any clarifications instead of going back to this tumblr post.
PROMPTS:
I have compiled a list of prompts from several people and I want to thank them for their great contribution! Without their help, this fic fest wouldn’t have surfaced at all, so just a quick shout out to: Ana, Aubry, Fawn, Maram, Aliza, Kai, and Ash for giving me their much needed inputs! ^^,
There are 22 main prompts. The reason being for the specific number is because that will be Youngjae’s age in Korea on his birthday this year! Having said that, I have received more than 22 prompts and I couldn’t possibly let some of them go. Eventually, I decided to make subcategories that fit the main ones that could help you, as a writer, polish the plot of your story even more!
Notes:
1.) You can use more than one prompt in one fic
2.) Your fic does not have to have a “birthday theme.” Ideally, that’d be great but we don’t want that much of a similarity with the fics submitted, so go crazy with your imagination!
3.) You don’t have to include all of the subcategories in your fic. For example, you had a totally different vision in mind when you think about “Han River,” so feel free to take your fic wherever you want it to go.
4.) If you feel as if any of the prompts do not work for you, send me a message and we can figure something out! :)
5.) These prompts will be used for the reader insert fics and the x member fics!
1. Birthday—parties, drinking, cake, candles, balloons, secret, piñatas
2. Puppies—Coco
3. New York—traveling, exploring
4. Food—Chipotle, chicken feet, cucumbers, mandarin oranges, cotton candy, ice cream
5. Singing—Karaoke, ARS, ballad, piano
6. Radio DJ
7. Modeling
8. Mokpo—home, parents, siblings
9. Christmas—winter, presents, fluffy blankets, fuzzy socks, coffee
10. Sunshine—“Just smile, I really need your smile right now.” / clear days. Waking up at noon
11. Zoo—otters
12. Han River—picnic, stargazing, clouds
13. Sleepyhead—rain, teddy bear, sharing headphones, waking up at noon
14. Amusement park—rollerblading, carousel, sore bums, the feeling on top a Ferris wheels
15. Gaming—avatar, Overwatch
16. Honey
17. Angel—wings, feathers, halos
18. Beach—ankle high waves
19. Laughter—cheeks, silly faces
20. Gold—shiny, glowing
21. Accessories—hats, piercings, rings
22. Hoodies—oversized sweaters
If there are any other questions, concerns or clarifications, please don’t hesistate to send me a message! Thank you to everyone who will show interest, and I wish you all the best. Happy writing~! ^^
PS. Banner made by a really good friend of mine. Check her tumblr out. Thank you, again! ^o^/
a cyj fic fest 2017 entry
prompt: video games in which he is too engrossed with his game at the moment, but being the whipped boyfriend he is, jaebum really tries hard to get youngjae’s attention. /really/ hard.
genre: fluff, very suggestive hee
words: 2201
a late birthday gift for kelly and now an entry for the fest! uhh i went off on this one as i was having real feels for 2jae. i miss them eek. anyway, this is posted on my ao3 account so go ahead at the link below! i hope you enjoy. ^__^
a cyj fic fest 2017 entry
prompt: sharing earphones in which you’re staying in because of the storm and you share earphones in bed but he is singing more loudly than the song.
genre: fluff
words: 1285
here’s the link to the song mentioned in the fic!
You have a love-hate relationship with the rain.
It rained on that one day your car stopped working, you missed the bus to school, and failed a midterm for Calculus which resulted to you retaking the whole course. It rained on that day you went to your university’s festival, with no cap or umbrella in possessions, your favorite white sneakers sacrificed itself beneath the muddy pavement.
It rained on that day you were brave enough to go to the airport and see your boyfriend, Youngjae, arrive back from Japan, only to be trampled by better equipped fan sites and rough looking bodyguards. You weren’t able to text him as a surprise as your phone slipped from your hand and into a puddle of dirt water, making you an outcast from the world (you’re being overdramatic, you still have a laptop) for two weeks until they had it repaired.
Ever since then, the smell of rain through open windows prevents you from going out nowadays. The thought of going through such troublesome experiences makes you shiver to the bones, and not just because you’re cold. When necessary to leave the house, you’re well prepared--maybe even too prepared: umbrella, raincoat for your body, raincoat for your belongings, the rain doesn’t dare mess with you that day.
But this time, you’re actually quite fond of the rain. This time, you’re indoors--thankfully--in bed--the dream--with none other than the boyfriend you haven’t seen heard touched felt in weeks. You didn’t have to turn on the AC nor any entertainment devices that need plugging because you have your very own happy pill beside you.
“The rain is really something today,” Youngjae mumbles against your neck, his breath warm and tingling in contrast to the chill breeze of your bedroom. And yet, you’re both dressed in simple underwear, sharing the heat your bodies provided through extreme cuddling throughout the night.
You turn slightly, resting your head on his bare chest, feeling the ups and downs of his breathing and the thump thump thump of his heart. Smiling, you bring your hand next to your face, caressing the surface of his pectorals. Each graze of your fingertips bumping into his beauty marks, kissing them when you can.
“I know, and I don’t hate it,” you murmur, nuzzling your nose in between his chest and he giggles, the vibration tickling you in the process. “And why is that?” Youngjae asks, looking down at your messy bed head. He kisses the top, and you smile knowingly.
“Because you’re here to protect me from it,” you say a matter-of-factly, lifting your head up as you show him a goofy grin.
The quiet pitter pattern of the rain outside your window is washed away by Youngjae’s bellowing laughter. He has to turn to his side to keep himself from tumbling over your frame, arms hugging his stomach for support. Rolling your eyes, you sit up and wait for him to finish but the smile on your face grows wider as your stomach churns delightfully at the sight of him happy.
Youngjae eventually comes to a stop, laying flat on his back with his hands on either side of him. Crossing your arms, you give him a knowing look. “Done yet?”
“You should be proud of that,” he replies, puffs of chuckles escaping his mouth. You shake your head in amusement as you lie back down, hands pressed together under the side of your face.
“I didn’t think it was funny, Jae. It was supposed to be romantic!” you protest.
“Oh, don’t worry, babe. I laughed because I was moved,” he retaliates, kissing your flushed cheeks. You give in to his defense, eyes closed to savor the sudden burst of warmth from his kiss. The rain suddenly roars louder, but the two of you continue spending the day in bed, unbothered by the world’s busy agenda outside.
“Are you hungry?” Youngjae asks, left arm back around your waist, eyes trained on yours with slight concern. You remember it is probably past lunch time, but being in bed all the day with Youngjae has satisfied any and all cravings you have so far.
“I’m good, baby. You?”
“I’m good here with you too.”
A few seconds pass, and an idea pops in your mind. Youngjae catches on, eyes blinking in anticipation.
“You know what’s even better with this rain?”
“More cuddling?”
“No--yes, also that,” you giggle, pinching one of Youngjae’s full cheeks. “We can listen to some music! Share earphones to make it more intimate or something.”
Youngjae smiles, giving you a sweet peck on the lips. Hoping it lasted longer, your lips remained pouting as he gives you a weird look. Narrowing your eyes at him, you purse your lips even further until the top lip touched the tip of your nose, and he laughs again--this time, silently. It is contagious, and heart fluttering, so you join him.
“Okay, admit that that was funny,” he retorts, and you only find it in yourself to nod. As you calm down, you grab your phone on the bedside table. Fortunately, the earphones are already in place so you give one earbud to Youngjae, and attach yours on your ear snugly. You scroll through your Music Library, trying to find a soothing song to match the atmosphere.
You make a small “ah” noise before pressing play, relaxing your muscles in the familiar tune of guitar strings. Youngjae eases his body next to you, intertwining his fingers with yours. You and him immerse in the calming sound of the male vocalist, breathy yet clear--just like the rain.
The clapping starts--or snaps, you’re still not sure up to this day-but you become distracted with the increasing pitch of his voice, and you smile involuntarily--enjoying this moment, hearing Youngjae hum to the music and the very faint taps of droplets against the glass windows.
The tables have turned, and you’re the one enjoying the heck out of the rainy weather today.
As the female vocals come in, you feel yourself getting more and more sucked into the saccharine tones. Youngjae starts swaying your hands together with the rhythm of the music, and you grin peacefully.
You know the song is about to end with the two vocalists melding their voices in perfect harmony, and you wait for the titular lines to be sung repetitively by their matching voices, until your hear Youngjae singing it out loud instead--his thick Korean accent blending in the English sentence.
“--we loved, we loved, we loved,” Youngjae sings, honey like voice dripping into your uncovered ear, and you turn to him, taking one of the earbuds off. You focus on his own take on the song, adding a bit of power to each word and yet making it sound like the most delicate thing coming out of his mouth.
The song comes to an end, Youngjae still entranced--by his own singing, you want to say. His grasp relaxes against your hands, and you use this opportunity to yank the earbud out of his ear--in the gentlest manner you can--change your position on the bed with you on top of him now. He snaps his eyes open, finally alert and pleasantly surprised.
“Nice singing there, bud,” you comment playfully, losing your fingers all the way beneath his black hair. Instinctively, Youngjae tilts his head in the direction of your hand, humming in pleasure.
“Did I ruin the song?” he asks, light-mannered.
“No, it was the perfect touch,” you say, and he stares back at you. Placing both hands in the mess of his hair, you lean in closer, lips parted to meet his own pink ones, connecting, molding into each other.
