‘TAKE ME | kang daesung x reader
PAIRING: daesung x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: after many years of friendship, daesung invites you over to escape the noise of fame. but under a sky full of stars, with emotions stirred by time and distance, he finally confesses what he’s been holding in forever: he’s in love with you.
CONTENT: slowburn?, friends to lovers, tiniest bit of past unrequited love, drinking
AUTHORS NOTE: omggg so so excited to be releasing this!! this is my first ever collaboration series & im so happy to be sharing it with u all!! please check out the full übermensch series and take the time to read all the other lovely fics, please enjoy 🤗🤗
TO Daesung, you were perfect. From the second he first met you, he knew, somehow, in that quiet, irreversible way— that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Even if he couldn't say it out loud back then, his heart had already decided.
The two of you first met when he was still a trainee for YG. You worked part-time at your family's restaurant, just across the corner from his dorm. It was a small, cozy place tucked between buildings, with steamed-up windows and a warm smell that reminded him of home.
After early mornings spent practicing until his legs burned and sleepless nights filled with stress, Daesung often found himself seeking comfort there— not because it was the closest, but because you were there.
There were plenty of other places he could go, but none of them had you. None of them had the way you spoke to him, the way you took notice of every little detail after his long days of work. You didn’t know who he was, not really, but you always remembered his order, always asked how he was doing, aways looked at him like he was a person, not a project.
It was love at first sight. Something about you wrapped around him gently, something soft and calm that his life didn’t have much of. Maybe it was his raging teenage hormones, or the fact that he barely interacted with any girls, but the way you spoke to him— so calm, like you were trying to lull him to sleep with your voice, it enticed him. You made the noise in his head go quiet, you made him feel safe.
He didn’t mean to fall for you— not really. He didn’t have time for that, and he wasn’t supposed to want anything outside the dream he was chasing. But how could he help it? You were there, day after day, treating him with kindness he wasn’t used to. Laughing at his awkward jokes, remembering when he looked tired, handing him extra food without saying anything, just an unspoken understanding.
The other boys noticed before he could even admit it to himself.
“Dae’s got it bad,” Jiyong would whisper behind his coffee mug, smirking.
Youngbae once caught him zoning out, chin in hand, staring at you as you wiped down a table. “Bro, she’s not going anywhere” he joked.
They’d tease him about how long he took to eat, dragging out every bite just to stay there a little longer. And they weren’t wrong.
He was whipped. Still was.
The two of you grew closer as the years went by, naturally becoming best friends after seeing each other so often. You bonded over the chaos of your senior year— school, work, exhaustion— even though one of you clearly had much more on their plate.
You were always amazed by how he managed it all. How could someone live the life of a normal high school student and still train to become a K-pop idol— an incredible one at that? After his late-night practices, when he'd come in sweaty and sore from all the dancing, you’d tease him with the same playful line every time;
"Don't forget about me when you're famous"
But how could he ever forget someone like you? He’d smile, maybe roll his eyes, but inside, your words settled in his chest like a promise he had no intention of breaking. You were the calm in the middle of everything, the person who reminded him of who he was before the world decided who he should be. If being famous meant forgetting you— he'd throw it all away.
You two grew up together, matured side by side. He watched you stumble through your first heartbreaks, watched as each person you trusted let you down. And every time, it cut him a little deeper. Not just because your heart was breaking— but because he knew he could’ve loved you better.
Often nights you found yourself crying to Daesung about the latest boy who ghosted you, or cheated, or treated you like an afterthought. You didn't get it— how someone could be so okay with ruining another person's life.
With tear-filled eyes and a trembling voice, you’d explain that you just wanted someone who would treat you right. But little did you know— he'd been right there, consoling and comforting you the whole time.
One day, just before Daesung headed out on tour for Bigbang’s latest album, he decided to take a rare day off— and spend it with you.
After days of intense practice, recording, and rehearsals, he was exhausted. You were always there to console eachother, so he thought, why not just have a sleepover? He knew how stressful university had been for you lately, and this would be a perfect way for both of you to unwind.
He sent you a quick message, explaining his plans: he’d come over, and the two of you could watch a movie together— maybe even enjoy some drinks. As he started tidying up his place in preparation, a faint smile played on his lips.
His apartment wasn’t exactly messy; in fact, it was the perfect hangout spot. The decorations perfectly reflected Daesung’s vibrant personality with splashes of color scattered across the walls, creating the perfect welcoming atmosphere.
His home was quite spacious, with different rooms dedicated to his various hobbies. No matter how many times you visited, the sight still amazed you— each corner revealing a new aspect of his action-packed life.
While he spent his hours preparing his house, you were preparing yourself. You were spending the night with your fine best friend, for God's sake, you couldn't just arrive look any kind of way.
While he spent his hours tidying up and setting the mood, you focused on yourself. You knew this wasn’t just any casual hangout—you were spending the night with your fine best friend, for God's sake, you couldn't just arrive look any kind of way.
Carefully choosing an outfit that was both cute and comfortable, you styled your hair and makeup to feel confident yet relaxed. Ensuring you had everything you needed for the night, you packed your final essentials and zipped up your bag with a sense of readiness.
As you checked yourself in the mirror, a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. You took a deep breath, attempting to calm your racing thoughts, then grabbed your bag and headed out the door. The drive felt shorter than usual, every mile filled with anticipation for the intense evening ahead.
When you finally arrived, Daesung was already waiting at the door with a bright, welcoming smile on his face. His eyes lit up as he saw you, and he stepped aside to let you in. The warm atmosphere and his cheerful energy made you feel instantly at ease.
As you stepped inside the house, a homey, inviting aroma hit you, flooding the entrance like a comforting embrace. You didn't know exactly how to describe the smell— it was so comforting, so Daesung.
Basking in the scent of your best friend, a voice suddenly called out to you.
"You gonna come sit down?" Daesung asked, looking at you with that familiar cheeky smile he always had. He stood right infront of his couch, where soft music played in the background, and the lights were dimmed just right.
Realizing that you'd been standing in the same spot for an embarrassing amount of time, you settled onto the couch, feeling a sense of comfort and happiness.
Daesung’s smile widened as he watched you settle onto the couch, the look in his eyes screaming how much he cherished moments like this. The soft music in the background played a slow melody, filling the room with a calming atmosphere.
He reached for the remote, ready to pick a movie, but paused as he glanced at you. “So... what do you wanna watch? We've got Netflix, HBO, Disney+, Hulu, everything really.” he spoke up, looking over to you for an answer.
Weighing your options, you thought to yourself for a movie the both of you would enjoy. After wondering for a moment, then grinned. “How about 10 Things I Hate About You? It's so cute and I could honestly use the laugh tonight” you asked happily.
Daesung's face lit up at the suggestion. “Oh, that’s so good! Alright, let’s do it” he said, eyes bright with excitement as he clicked on the movie.
You both sank into the cushions, the glow of the screen casting a warm light across your faces, feeling perfectly at ease in each other's company. As the film played, you found your eyes drifting to the side of you.
Even though he was your friend, you couldn't get your mind off of how good he looked. The dim lighting cast an orange-ish shadow over his sharp features, blending with the bright glow of the TV illuminating his face. He looked like a piece of art— carefully sculpted with every curve and angle perfectly in place.
You found yourself mesmerized, the soft stillness of the room highlighting how truly captivating he was in that moment. It was so effortless, his beauty— you were jealous of how good he looked without even trying.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted from the screen to your face. You whipped your head around quick enough to get whiplash, not wanting to get caught staring. Your face heated up as embarrassment flooded your stomach.
A low snicker erupted from Daesung, followed by a most likely fake cough, presumably to cover his laugh. But you knew him well, too well.
Internally facepalming at getting caught admiring him, you kept your eyes glued to the movie, careful not to sneak any glances. As the movie was about halfway done, you felt a subtle shift on the couch beside you. At first, you didn't think much of it— thinking maybe it’s just your imagination— until it dipped again, more noticeably this time.
Giving a quick glance to the side, you see Daesung staring at the TV, just a little closer than before. You brush it off, thinking maybe he adjusted for comfort. But then, he shifted his position once more, inching even closer.
Now, your arms are almost pressed together, the contact almost unavoidable. You would've been lying if you said you didn't like the feeling of him being on you. I mean, come on— he worked out almost every day; his arms were practically perfect. Who would give up the chance to be near them? The warmth, the strength— it’s hard not to notice, and honestly, it’s kind of distracting.
Watching the remaining of the movie as it his touch was normal was a chore, but you finally got through it. When the slow, hazy hour finally ended, you were once again lost for activities to do. It was nearing 10pm and most of the activities around you were now closing so you brainstormed things to do.
"Hmm… how about going to a bar?" Daesung suggested.
"Nah, too many creeps," you objected, causing a low hum of agreement from him. "Maybe we could go in your pool?"
He laughed and looked at you slyly, "Yea, if you wanna catch hypothermia. The water's meant for blazing hot days, not cool nights."
You frowned in response. After about 10 minutes of bickering over what to do, Daesung finally came up with a good idea.
"We could do karaoke and drink? I have a machine with all my songs on it, just have to plug that baby up and we'll be set." Eyes lighting up as he spoke, Daesung looked at you for confirmation.
As much of a horrible singer as you were, you couldn't deny how fun karaoke sounded. Giving a quick nod, you agreed. He bolted out of the living room and into a faraway closet to fetch the machine.
If there was one thing about Daesung, it was that he loved karaoke. He didn't even need to be drunk to enjoy it; he just loved showing off his amazing singing skills— as humble as he may be.
Returning with an expensive-looking karaoke machine, Daesung found the nearest outlet and immediately plugged it in.
"You can pick our first song, I'll go get the drinks!" he shouted, already zipping around the corner to the kitchen. His excitement put a smile on your face; it's always a great sight to see when he's passionate about something he loves.
As you scrolled through the songs on the touchpad on the touchpad, you picked one of your favorite song's from Dae; "Look at me, Gwisun" Something about the song gave you a rush of energy— which was exactly what you needed right now.
Selecting the song, Daesung returned with a handful of bottles and placed them on the coffee table.
"So, what'd you decide on?" He asked, popping off the caps of two of the drinks, and handing you one. Smiling at him mischievously, you covered the screen up with your hand to hide the title.
"Dunno. Get a mic and sing with me, it'll be a surprise" You exclaimed, snatching him by his arms over to you and handing him one of the microphones. He was caught off guard by your tone, laughing to himself and straightening out his shirt.
"Okay, okay. I guess I'll see what you have planned." He spoke sarcastically, "Hope its nothing too extreme, wouldn't wanna make you cry from my... beautiful vocals" You scoffed at his fake arrogance, nudging him playfully on the shoulder.
As you clicked the play button, the upbeat trot melody of the song immediately kicked in, instantaneously bringing a goofy grin to Daesung’s face. His eyes lit up with recognition, and he let out a dramatic gasp.
“You did not pick this!” he said, already bouncing slightly on his toes, the rhythm infectiously catching on. You raised your mic like a game show host. “Oh, but I did. And you better bring the drama, D-lite.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. With an exaggerated spin, he threw one arm into the air and belted the first line with all the flair of all his performances. You burst into laughter, barely able to sing your parts from the way he over-exaggerated each lyric, complete with fake tears and a hand clutched dramatically to his chest.
The living room transformed into your own private concert, with all neighbors forgotten as the both of you sung at the top of your lungs. You two twirled around the coffee table like it was a stage, drinks forgotten, caught up in the ridiculous joy of the moment.
Daesung gently cupped your face as he sang the chorus, the repetitive phrase echoing through the house as he leaned in closer, eyes locked with yours. The world around you blurred into the background— just his voice, his touch, and those eyes holding you still. Your heart skipped a beat, then began to race, as if it suddenly understood something your mind was only just beginning to grasp.
His eyes were mesmerizing— so warm and deep, like melted honey lit by stage lights. They were full of joy and comfort, making your breath hitch with each passing second you looked at him. Watching him twirling around singing in his element brought you joy like nothing else.
And in that moment, staring into them, it hit you.
Not just as a friend, not just because he made you laugh or brought you drinks or sang off-key just to make you smile. You really liked him— too much to ignore.
How have you not seen it before? All the times he'd comforted you when you cried in his arms, or when he showed up to your dates when you'd been stood up. This whole time, the perfect man was right infront of you, and you were too blind to see it.
By the time the final chorus came around, he was both nearly out of breath from laughing and dancing, voice cracking from laughter and shouting the lyrics. Daesung fell down on the couch, dramatizing his exhaustion.
You flopped down beside him, tossing your mic onto the cushion. Both of you were panting from the effort, cheeks flushed and sides aching from laughter. Daesung groaned dramatically, tossing his head back over the armrest. “I would go for round two, but I think I pulled something.”
You laughed, still a little breathless. “You pulled drama, that’s what you pulled.”
He grinned sideways at you, his eyes gleaming. “What can i say, I live for the stage.”
You reached forward and grabbed your drink from the table, taking a long sip to cool down. “We deserve a toast or something.” you said, raising your bottle. “To our debut group— Bigger Bang?”
The both of you laughed at the name as your bottle hung in the air. Daesung raised his bottle in kind, clinking it against yours. “To Bigger Bang” he declared with a fake seriousness, “who sang their hearts out and left no neighbor undisturbed.”
You both took another sip, the buzz of the music giving way to a softer energy between you. After a few quiet moments, Daesung stood, stretching his arms overhead. “It’s a nice night, wanna go outside for a bit?”
You nodded, grateful for the chance to cool down and maybe sort through the mess of feelings swirling in your chest. “Yeah, I could use some air.”
You both stepped outside into the cool night, drinks in hand. The sky was surprisingly clear— stars scattered like glitter across a black sheet. It was the kind of sky that made everything feel a little more cinematic than it had any right to be.
Daesung led you to the small patch of grass near the side of the house. He plopped down and patted the spot beside him. “Come on, let’s stargaze and pretend we know constellations.”
You sat next to him, close enough that your shoulders brushed slightly— even more than earlier. That quiet warmth returned again; comfortable, but buzzing with something unspoken.
“There’s Orion,” he said, pointing upward without looking. “I think.”
You chuckled at his sorry attempt of pointing out constellations. “That’s a plane.”
“Oh.” He squinted. “Well, it’s flying very confidently. I respect that.” With his words, Daesung held up a salute to the plane, as if it could see him.
You laughed, leaning back on your hands, letting your gaze settle on the stars. The air was calm, filled only with the sound of insects and the occasional distant hum of traffic.
For a moment, you let yourself watch him instead of the sky. His face was relaxed, eyes reflecting the nightfall and lips parted just slightly like he was lost in some quiet thought.
You realized then that you didn’t need to say anything yet. The feelings were there, but they were safe for now— growing, blooming slowly under the stars, like they had all the time in the world.
Daesung turned his head and caught you looking. He didn’t tease or smirk— just smiled, soft and genuine. “What?” he asked, voice low.
You looked away slightly, heart thudding again. “Nothing,” you said, smiling to yourself. “Just... thinking.”
He didn’t press you. Instead, he leaned back beside where you laid, arms behind his head, eyes on the stars. “This is nice.”
“Yeah, it really is.” you said quietly. You couldn't tell which looked better; him or the sky. The scene around you was so captivating, so beautiful. You weren’t sure if it was the drinks or your newfound love, but it felt like everything was moving slower than usual— like your mind wanted to stretch this moment out for as long as possible.
Daesung sighed softly beside you, letting out a small breath as he stared up at the sky. “You ever think about how weird it is… how quiet everything gets at night?”
You turned toward him, smiling faintly. “Yeah, it’s kind of nice.”
He nodded, but there was something in his voice— something shaky. Like he was tiptoeing around saying something he'd been holding in for years. Fidgeting with the edge of his bottle, he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I uh…” he started, then stopped, chuckling to himself. “Man, this is harder than I thought.”
You tilted your head, a little confused now. “What is?”
He let out a nervous laugh, avoiding your gaze for a second. “Saying stuff that actually matters, I’m usually better when I’m yelling nonsense into a mic.”
You bumped his shoulder gently, trying to encourage him for whatever he was attempting to say. “Hey, you’re doing fine. Just say it.”
He paused, glancing over at you. His smile was small but genuine— one of those quiet ones he gave when he wasn’t putting on a show.
“I just… wanted to tell you something,” he said. “Something I’ve kinda been… carrying around.”
Your heart picked up, but you didn’t move. You waited.
He stared back at the sky again, like it was easier to talk to than you right now. “You’ve always been important to me, like seriously. You’re one of the first people who really saw me… not just as the guy who jokes around all the time, but every part of me. I don’t know when it happened exactly, but… things started feeling different.”
He looked over at you again, this time holding your gaze, even as his foot was lightly tapping against the ground with nervousness.
“You’re really beautiful to me,” he said, slightly rushed like he had to push them out before he lost the nerve. “And not just like 'oh, you’re pretty’, I mean, everything about you. The way you talk, the way you care about people, the way you look when you’re trying not to laugh at my jokes…”
He trailed off, scratching the side of his face in embarrassment. “Ahh, this is so embarrassing. I sound like a teenager.”
You couldn’t help it— you laughed, soft and warm. “Hey,” you said gently, poking your knee against his. “That was actually really sweet." He looked at you again, still fidgeting, his smile shy now.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is… I like you,” he finally announced. “Like, really like you. And I don’t expect you to say anything back, I just… thought you should know. Because if I didn’t tell you now, I don't think I ever would.”
Your heart swelled in your chest, and for a moment you just stared at him, stunned by how much he’d meant every single word. Looking over at him, you saw tears quietly slipping down his cheeks, catching the starlight as they glistened against his skin.
You didn’t speak right away— just reached out and took his hand in yours. His fingers tensed slightly at first in surprise, but then relaxed around yours, his palm warm against your skin.
You smiled at him. “Thank you so much for telling me, Dae.”
He exhaled, a soft sigh of relief leaving him. “You’re not gonna run away screaming then?”
You laughed again, squeezing his hand. “No, dummy. I was hoping you’d say it.”
His eyes widened a little, then lit up with that unmistakable glow— the one that could warm up the coldest room, even when it was just the two of you under the stars.
He let out a breathy laugh, but there was something lingering in his eyes. Something deeper. “Can I tell you one more thing?”
You nodded, heart thudding again.
“I think I’ve known since the first time I met you,” he said, his voice lower now, almost reverent. “You were always so nice after my practices, just completely unaware of how much you were about to flip my whole world upside down.”
Your breath caught as he smiled faintly, but nervously, like he wasn’t sure if he was saying too much.
“I thought it would go away. The crush or the nerves or whatever it was. But it never did. You kept showing up—more you every day—and I kept falling harder.”
He turned fully toward you now, one hand gently brushing your cheek, thumb grazing just below your eye as if memorizing the way you looked under the starlight. “I hate how quickly time keeps passing.” he whispered. “It only makes me crave more.”
You leaned into his touch, eyes locked on his, every other sound in the world falling away.
“I’m tired of guessing,” he muttered, voice barely above the soft breeze of the wind. “So just tell me, are you mine?” He leaned in, forehead gently resting against yours, breath in sync with yours.
Your answer wasn’t in words— it was in the way your hand moved to his jaw, the way your fingers grazed his skin with a tenderness you’d been holding back for too long. The way your lips met his in a soft, quiet kiss beneath the sky.
He kissed you like you were the secret he’d been keeping in every song, every glance, every laugh shared between you.
Your lips mingled gently, like time itself had slowed down just to let this happen right. There was no rush, no desperation— just a steady, lingering warmth that settled between you, pulling you both deeper in a moment that felt entirely outside of everything else.
You could feel the slight hitch in his breath when your nose brushed his, could feel his hand slide behind your neck, holding you there like he was afraid you'd fade away. The kiss deepened just a little, as if he were savoring the taste of something he’d waited so long to finally touch,
Not rushed. Not unsure. Just right.
When you finally pulled back, foreheads resting together, you let out a soft, almost weightless sigh. “I wish this could last forever,” you whispered.
Daesung opened his eyes, and there it was again— that look. Honest, warm, and maybe a little nervous. “It can.” he said quietly. “Do you… wanna make this official?”
You blinked, heart stuttering at the simplicity of it. “Are you asking me out?”
“I mean, yeah” he said, smiling shyly. “Like, as in... real dates, matching outfits, me annoying you with good morning texts— the whole thing.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, smile stretching so wide it almost hurt. “You’re so corny.”
“And irresistible,” he added, nudging his nose against yours. You kissed him again, just briefly— playful this time, full of new beginnings.
“Okay,” you murmured, your heart soaring. “Let’s make it official.”
Daesung grinned like a kid who just got his favorite toy. “I’m dating the most beautiful person in the universe,” he whispered to himself, taking in your whole face as you lay beside each other. You turned your head toward him, cheeks still warm, eyes meeting his in the quiet glow of the night.
“And I’m dating the biggest goofball on Earth,” you teased, voice light— but the way you looked at him said everything else: I’m happy. I’m yours.
He laughed softly, nudging your shoulder with his. “Goofball, huh? Well you better get used to it, I plan on annoying you for a long, long time.”
You smiled, resting your head against his arm. “I’m counting on it.”
Above you, the stars blinked like they were in on the secret. The night was still, the air cool, and time, for just a moment, felt like it had paused just for the two of you.
No flashing cameras, no stage lights— just you, Daesung, and something real finally beginning. And beneath that quiet sky, side by side with fingers barely touching, your forever finally began.
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