#deantrbl fluff

[imaginarysonder]

OOTD

Title: OOTD

Word Count: 1324

Prompt: Dean’s fashion gets in the way

Warnings: None...just some marshmallow fluff

You smiled as you hugged the back wall of the club. It was the farthest from the stage but you still caught glimpses of Dean between the movie bodies. He was doing a small show at a club in Itaewon and since you lived close he had asked you to come. Plus after a long time, he was finally performing with Crush and Zico again. Seeing as they were all big name celebrities, the club was packed and you kept shuffling between people so they wouldn’t knock your drink out of your hand. You watched and nodded to the beat as you watched Dean and his friends do what they loved. The crowd loved it too and you wished it wouldn’t end. Eventually, the club was closing and it was the last song. The wrapped up and you filed out with everyone else.

You loitered outside of the club waiting for Dean to come out the main door since there was no side or back door. Unfortunately, there were many other fans waiting too. You pulled your hood up over your dad hat and pulled the brim down lower. You and Dean had been dating for about a year now, and he was not private about it. You had only been dating about four months before Dispatch had gotten a hold of it and your personal life had been put on display. You didn’t mind. You were able to shut out a lot of the hate, but you still couldn’t get used to random strangers recognizing you and coming up to talk to you about your boyfriend. You tried to be as polite as possible, but you liked to avoid it at all costs if you were able.

You wished you had brought a mask to cover your face. Suddenly, a girl to your right glanced at you and her eyes filled with recognition and you braced yourself.

“Omo! Aren’t you Dean oppa’s girlfriend?” she asked loudly.

You cringed at her volume, but before you could answer, the bouncer at the door called your name. “Y/N-ssi! Come this way please.” He held the door open a crack for you and you bowed to the girl before you rushed towards the girl. You could hear other exclamations behind you, of both jealousy and disgust, but you brushed it off.

After the door was closed securely behind you, you sighed in relief. You pushed your hat back a little before moving down the hall and towards the backstage door. You knocked lightly on the door before cracking it open. On the other side, you saw Dean, Crush, and Zico all look up at you from where they were all sitting in chairs in a loose circle. You bowed slightly before moving into the room and closing the door behind you. Dean reached his hand out to you and you moved to take it. He smiled at you as you moved to stand beside him.

“It was a great show,” you congratulated all of them.

“You were there?” Crush asked incredulously. “I didn’t see you at all.”

Zico nodded in agreement.

“Y/N likes to lurk in the back,” Dean said teasingly.

You shot him a look. “More like, I like to not get beer spilled on me and get all gross from other people’s sweat,” you countered. “But it was super fun nonetheless.”

They all laughed and you settled into comfortable conversation. “Are you not going out yet?” you asked.

“No, we’re waiting for the crowd to disperse,” Zico said. “Although it might not.”

You chuckled. “A lot of those people are hardcore,” you admitted.

“Did you get recognized?” Dean asked. You caught the flash of worry in his eye and you felt him grip your hand slightly tighter.

“Uh… yeah by one girl, but the bouncer let me in so it didn’t amount to anything,” you said reassuringly.

“Well, it’s no wonder you get recognized, you two are practically wearing couple outfits,” Crush said indignantly.

You looked down at your clothes and Dean’s. He was right. Both of you were wearing dark hoodies with the hoods pulled up over your dad hats. Dean had gone for wide-legged pants, while you had stuck to your trusty distressed skinny jeans. Dean also had a mask wrapped around his chin and thin wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. You laughed. “Don’t copy me,” you scolded him playfully.

“What are you talking about?” he shot back. “What time did you get dressed this morning! I probably got dressed first! So, you copied me.”

You laughed.

-

Finally, the four of you decided it was safe enough to leave the club. It was close to four in the morning. The bouncer assured you the crowd had thinned greatly, but you weren’t surprised when there was still a small group of people outside. Zico, Crush, and Dean were polite and greeted the people. Luckily it wasn’t a pushy crowd even though they all refused pictures. One girl said hello to you and you smiled and exchanged small talk with her. Dean pulled you along. Zico and Crush got into cars and bid you two good night. You imagined Dean wanted to walk around. This was his favorite time. When the world was sleeping and he could roam wherever he wanted.

The stragglers of the crowd tried to follow the two of you as you tried to cross the street, but Dean had other ideas. He turned to the crowd and smiled warmly. “Thank you all for your support tonight, it was so much fun to see you. However, it is late and I would like some time alone with my girlfriend. We don’t get much of it, so I hope you understand. Please get home safely.” Although his words were friendly, there was a firmness in his tone that commanded authority and took everyone by surprise.

The stragglers nodded and dispersed surprisingly and soon you were left alone on the street with Dean. He looked down and smiled at you as he took your hand firmly and lead you down one of the many winding alleys in Itaewon. The streets were quiet and the sky was clear so it felt like it was only the two of you. You walked hand-in-hand in silence, but there was no need to talk.

Soon you could see the night beginning to fade away into dawn. The sky was no longer black but a hint of grey tinged the horizon. You ended up at your apartment and Dean leaned against your building, pulling you against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his middle tightly and his smell washed over you as you inhaled deeply. “Are you staying?” you asked quietly.

“Where else would I go at this hour,” Dean asked cheekily as he nuzzled deeper into your neck, or rather into your hoody around your neck.

You chuckled and pulled back to look at him. You frowned as you realized you couldn’t see much of him. He had pulled up his mask and his hat was pulled so far down his forehead that you could barely see his eyes that were still obscured by his glasses. You sighed as you peeled back the layers. You pulled down his mask and took off his glasses, tucking them in your hoody pocket.

“You’re messing up the whole look,” Dean chided you playfully as he caught your wrist that was ruining his outfit.

You rolled your eyes and took off your had but pulled your hood back over your hat hair. “Well, if I didn’t, then I couldn’t do this,” you murmured. You stretched up on your tiptoes as you pushed his hat back and simultaneously pressed your lips to his. You could feel him smile into your kiss as he pulled you closer. You could almost feel his heart beating against yours. It felt like home and you never wanted to leave.

[imaginarysonder]

Lyrical

Prompt: When Dean catches you crying to a song

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,401

It was a cool grey day. It was on the verge of spring but there were still a few weeks of cooler weather in Seoul until it was supposed to thaw. You were working from home this week as there were deadlines quickly creeping up on you and you didn’t want the distractions of the office. Plus, you always thought you worked better from home where you could be in your comfy clothes and make gallons of tea. More importantly and another bonus to you decision, your boyfriend, Dean, had also decided to work from home that week. Periodically, you would glance over at the open door to his office and smile at the computer screen glow. Just knowing he was there was comforting. Your desk was set up in the corner of the living room so you could look out the window at the clouds that scurried across the sky in various shades of grey. It was close to dinner time so you stretched and removed your large over-the-ear headphones that had been blasting music for the past hours. The world was suddenly filled with the sound of rain hitting the window panes and the soft rustle of leaves on the trees outside. You rolled your neck tiredly and approached Dean’s office.

All the lights were off except his desk lamp and the large monitors on his desk. You leaned in the doorway for a moment just admiring his form as he worked. He moved the mouse rapidly around the screen making edits and tweaking small things. Headphones were securely over his ears, but even so you could hear small, soft seconds of melody flowing through them. You smiled softly at him as he continued to concentrate, you could almost imagine the machinery in his brain turning at full capacity.

You slowly approached and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You felt him jump as you touched him, but he quickly relaxed as he realized it was you.

“Hi,” you murmured.

He reached up to take off his headphones and placed his hand on you forearms where they overlapped in front of his neck. “Hi,” he whispered back. “How is work going?” he questioned.

“Still working,” you admitted. “You?”

“It’s getting there,” he said and you could hear the smile in his voice. “You can listen to it when it’s finished,” he promised.

“I can’t wait,” you said. “Are you hungry? It’s about dinner time.”

There was a pause as Dean considered your offer. “I could eat,” he said with a chuckle.

You smiled and pecked him on the cheek. “Okay. I’ll go make something.” You began to unwind you arms and before you could pull away fully, Dean caught your hand as he turned around in his office chair. He pulled you close so you were standing between his legs and he had his head resting on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled even wider as one of your hands went to rest on his shoulder and the other ran idly through his hair. He sighed and nuzzled closer to you. He looked up at you with a small glint in his eye as he smiled widely at you. Your heart did a small backflip and sped up ever so slightly. He never ceased to make your heart beat faster or your breath to catch in your throat.

You took his face between your hands and bent down to press your lips to his. You felt him sigh against your lips and his eyes were hooded as you pulled away. “I’m going to go make dinner, so save your work, okay?” you murmured close to his lips.

He only nodded and watched you as you left his office.

-

After dinner you were idly washing dishes as Dean wiped the table. The radio was on in the background playing the recent hits softly. Although you weren’t super interested in the fast-moving industry other than what your boyfriend and his friends were doing, you had your groups that you kept up with. Ikon had just come out with their repackaged album and you had few complaints about their new title song, I’m Ok. You bobbed to the beat as you finished the dishes. You froze as Donghyuk’s voice came over the speaker and sang his line after BI’s rap part.

I trembled because of the love that passed me by

If you ever see my tears, please just pretend you don’t see them

You didn’t know why but the lyric combined with the innated sadness in Donghyuk’s voice made tears spring to your eyes almost immediately. Without even realizing it, they had begun to spill down your face. You quickly dried your hands to wipe them away, but they hadn’t gone unnoticed by Dean.

He was immediately at your side gently turning your face towards him. His eyes filled with concern and you felt bad making his worry. You quickly scrubbed your fist across your face, wiping away the tears. You felt silly.

“What’s wrong?” Dean breathed at you as he took your elbows in his hands and slowly bought you closer to him. You were close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

You smiled up at him as you twisted so you could lay your head on his chest. His arms immediately circled you and you felt his warmth envelop you. “Do you ever hear one of those voices singing certain lyrics that just make you cry?” you murmured. His scent filled your nose and you could hear the steady thud of his heart in his chest against your ear.

He nodded and tightened his grip on you comfortingly. As you listened to his heart, you realized that you cried at a lot of songs, most of them had been his, but he had never been there to witness it. Of course, Dean had let you listen to the unfinished products of this songs. But he had always been away on promotional tours when you could actually listen to the finished, polished product. By the time, he had come back, you would have listened to the song so many times, it still gave you the feeling, but not the tears. You smiled at the thought. It was very different having him there to hold you through the process, and even though you felt silly for crying at a song, Dean didn’t even blink.

You looked up at him and admired his jawline, his smooth expanse of cheek, his soft eyelids. He glanced down at you and you smiled. Before you could stop yourself, the words were already out of your mouth. “I’m in love with you.”

It was the first time you had ever told Dean that. Both of you were the type of people to not say those words lightly, even in a passing sense. You were always careful to tell him how much you cared, but the word love had never come out. Both of you had had previous relationships that went too fast and hearts were broken in the end, so love was not something that either of you took lightly. Though you were both aware of how the other felt, the gravity of the words hung in the air.

Dean looked down at you with slightly widened eyes as his eyes took in your face. There was only a millisecond of hesitation before he pulled away to look at you. His arms were on your shoulders and yours on his waist as he looked down at you and you looked up at him. Time seemed to stand still as you smiled at him and his face broke out into a small smile in return. You could hear the rain outside and you thought you could still hear Dean’s heartbeat, but that might have been your own pulse raging in your own ears. “I’m in love with you, too,” Dean breathed almost inaudibly.

Dean engulfed you in his arms and the two of you were as close as humanly possible. His scent filled your nose and you closed your eyes as calm washed over you. Dean pressed you closer and he knew he never wanted to let you go. He wanted to stay just like this, forever. You smiled to yourself, all of this for some tears spilt over a lyric of a song.

[bfidolx]

beautiful.

note: not proofread. inspired by his new tattoo i meAN DAMN a piece of art on art. there needs to be more dean scenarios in this world. send in requests.

word count: 618 ; fluff

the sound of keys jingling by the front door told you your boyfriend was home but because you were already tired as hell from your own job, you didn’t bother getting up. you heard him enter the bedroom and set his things down by the end of the bed, followed by the rustling of clothing hitting the floor.

“baby,” the bed dipped as he crawled up next to you, making it a point to run his warm hand up your exposed leg. “wake up.”

you groaned in response, snuggling your face further into the pillow. he only chuckled at your actions and wrapped his arm around your waist to turn you over, facing him.

with a frustrated sigh, you cracked your eyes open just enough to glare at him which he only laughed at.

“if you’re horny, hyuk, you can go jack off in the bathroom.” you told him. “but keep it down.”

he shook his head with a small smile and took your wrist in his hand gently, guiding it up his chest. “look.”

there was a beat before you blinked away some sleepiness and looked down at where your hand was hovering over, eyes focusing on his skin where the ink lay before letting out a loud gasp.

“oh my god! hyuk?!”

“you don’t like it?” you could hear the pout in his voice but you paid him no mind.

when he released you wrist, your finger immediately went to trace the closest line of the tattoo, pulling back and looking up at him just as fast when you felt him flinch.

“sorry, does it hurt?”

he hummed in response, “not really, your fingers are just a little cold.”

“sorry.” you murmured again, this time slowly going over the lines of fresh ink on your boyfriend’s skin.

you stared at the smoke like pattern diligently, getting confused as to what the flowers were doing in the midst of it all. maybe it was symbolism? of what though?

as you were staring at the piece of art, trying to decipher it and why on earth your boyfriend got this huge thing, hyuk was also staring at you, the look of pure love and a little bit of worry filling his gaze.

he called your name, breaking your trance from tracing patterns over the ink. “do you like it?”

you scooted closer to him, half of your body over his as you leaned over to place a gentle kiss on one of the flowers by his neck. “it’s beautiful.”

when you looked up at him, you found his eyes closed and his face relaxed into a peaceful expression. you continued tracing lines as you attempted to figure out what his new tattoo meant, pressing occasional kisses up his neck and jaw.

the next time you looked up at him, you were sure he had fallen asleep. as his arms were already around your waist, you just settled yourself on the space where his chest wasn’t inked and began drifting off to sleep.

“it’s a plum blossom,” he whispered into the air after a few moments. if you weren’t half awake, you wouldn’t have caught it. “for my mother.”

“you’re beautiful,” you replied in a heartbeat.

he laughed at your response and tightened his hold around you. “what, not handsome?”

you shook your head. “no, you’re beautiful. and sweet.” there was a pause before you spoke again, snuggling into his chest before yawning. “and I love you.”

hyuk’s heart swelled with fondness, looking down at the sleeping girl in his arms. his hand came up to push the hair out of her face and leaned down to press a light kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, baby”