Hello, may I request something for DPR Ian where readers meet his friends?
I understand if you are busy or don't want to take this request 💕
Impressions
Pairing: DPR Ian x GN!reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Warnings: established relationships,
Characters:
Summary: Y/n meets Christian's friends for the first time.
AN: Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I decided to use their stage name instead of their real name, so people don't get confused.
I tugged nervously at the hem of my shirt as Christian led me into the dimly lit bar. The place had a intimate vibe, with warm lights casting a soft glow over the wooden tables and leather booths. I wasn't sure what to expect when he suggested a casual night out, but it wasn't this.
"Are you okay?" Christian asked, his voice low and soothing as he squeezed my hand.
"Yeah, just a little nervous," I admitted, giving him a small smile. "It's not every day I meet your friends."
He chuckled, pulling me closer as we weaved through the crowd. "You'll be fine. They're going to love you. I mean, how could they not?"
I appreciated his confidence, but my stomach still fluttered with nerves. Meeting Christian's friends felt like a big step, a glimpse into a part of his life that I hadn't yet been privy to. I knew how close he was with his crew, the people he worked with and trusted, so I wanted to make a good impression.
“Hey, guys!” Christian called out, catching their attention. “I want you to meet someone.”
All eyes turned to us as we reached the table. Christian gently nudged me forward, his hand resting reassuringly on the small of my back.
“This is Y/N,” he said, his voice full of pride. “My girlfriend.”
The group greeted me with warm smiles and enthusiastic hellos, and I couldn’t help but relax a little. They seemed friendly, welcoming even. Christian introduced each of them one by one—there was Live, Cream, and several others.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Live said, extending his hand with a grin. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Yeah, Christian doesn’t shut up about you,” Cream added, teasingly nudging Christian, who just rolled his eyes with a grin.
I laughed, feeling my nerves start to melt away. “All positive things, I hope?”
“Of course!” Live said, patting the seat next to him. “Come, sit down. We’ve got plenty of room.”
Christian and I slid into the booth, and the conversation quickly resumed. I listened intently as they joked and shared stories, their camaraderie evident in every word. It was easy to see why Christian cherished these people—they were like a family, a close-knit group that had each other’s backs no matter what.
As the night wore on, I found myself slowly being pulled into their world. They were funny, down-to-earth, and full of energy. They asked me questions about myself, genuinely fascinating in getting to know me, and shared stories about their adventures with Christian.
Christian whispered in my ear at one point, his arm wrapped casually around my waist.
I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I can see why you care about them so much.” I whispered.
“They already like you,” he said softly, his eyes shining with affection. “But then again, who wouldn’t?”
Before long, I was laughing along with the group, feeling more at ease than I ever expected. We talked about everything from music to travel, and I even got to hear a few embarrassing stories about Christian’s past that had me in stitches.
Eventually, the night began to wind down. The bar had emptied out a bit, and the energy had shifted to a more relaxed, mellow vibe. Christian’s friends started making their goodbyes, one by one, each of them giving me a warm farewell.
“It was great meeting you, Y/N,” Cream said as he gave me a quick hug. “You’re welcome to hang with us anytime.”
“Thanks,” I replied, feeling genuinely touched. “I’d love that.”
Once everyone had left, Christian and I were the only ones left at the table. He glanced at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“See? I told you it’d be fine,” he said, leaning in to kiss my temple.
I smiled, leaning into his touch. “You were right. They’re amazing, Christian. I really enjoyed tonight.”
He pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “I’m glad you did. It means a lot to me that you got along with them.”
I hugged him back, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. Meeting his friends had been nerve-wracking, but now that it was over, I realized it was a huge step in our relationship—a step that brought us even closer.
As we walked out of the bar hand in hand, I felt a renewed sense of belonging. Christian had opened up another part of his world to me, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be—right by his side.
It has almost been two years since Ian last saw her. He tells himself he’s fine most days, but there are days he misses her so much, he turns to alcohol to drown out the memories that bubble up. When those days come by, Ian usually bounces from bar to bar, and never at places the two of you used to frequent or at bars he knows she frequents with her friends. Today is one of those days and he finds himself at a dingy looking bar which he thinks is perfect because she’ll never go to this kind of bar.
Several drinks later, he goes to the balcony to smoke and get some air, sober himself a little bit. As he’s smoking he sees a female figure from his periphery and he turns to her and says, “Hi, how you doing? I heard you seem to be happy now.” He turns away to exhale the smoke in a different direction and when he looks back, no one’s there. “Ah sh-, I think I’ve drunk too much tonight I’ve started to hallucinate her.”
Ian stumbled on his way back inside and someone caught him by the elbow. “You’re really drunk. Sit and drink some water,” the woman from the balcony said and assisted Ian in sitting. “Where do you live, I’ll help you get home,” she offered. “Y/n, don’t worry about me, I'm doing fine,” Ian slurred. “No you aren’t, not in the state that you’re in,” Y/n countered, “Tell me where you live,” she asked again. He proceeds to say her address and when she tells him that’s not where he lives anymore, he insists that he lives there and it’s the only address he gives even when she asks again and again. She took his phone and tried to unlock his phone and was surprised the passcode is still their anniversary. She tried to look for clues as to where he lives now but couldn’t find any and she didn’t want to contact his friends because she sort of broke up with them too when she and Ian ended things.
Y/n settled the bills and went out to hail a cab. Not knowing where to bring Ian, she decided to bring him home with her. In the cab, Ian was slumped against the window and was mumbling something incoherent. The cab hit the brakes hard at one intersection which caused Ian to hit his head against the window pretty hard, so y/n pulled him closer for safety purposes and Ian rested his head against her shoulder. “Y/n, I’m sorry. When I left you all alone, girl, I know that wasn't fair. 'Cause I loved you. I still love you,” Ian mumbled. She was quite taken aback by this and she just looked out the window and let the tears fall.
When they arrived home, Y/n was quite surprised that Ian was still able to navigate his way through the apartment. It’s like muscle memory kicked in or Ian just remembers the apartment layout subconsciously; they did live here together for most of their relationship. She followed Ian and turned away when she saw him undress and get into bed. Once he was settled and seemed to be deeply asleep, she washed up and settled to sleep on the couch in the living room. Sharing a bed tonight doesn’t seem to be a wise decision despite what she heard him say a while ago.
Ian woke up with a pounding headache and a parched mouth. He slowly rose to a sitting position and noticed that he wasn’t at his place, but he knows this room, he lived here two years ago. He rubs his face thinking he might be dreaming but the surroundings do not change, he doesn’t miraculously wake up in his own bed, and slowly he remembers what transpired last night. He came to the conclusion that he didn’t conjure her in his drunken state. How else would he end up here if she wasn’t actually there? Ian looked around and saw that he occupied the bed alone and thought she might’ve slept elsewhere.
Ian washed up and found a new toothbrush, still at the same place where she kept them before. He put his clothes back on and made his way to the kitchen quietly to get some water, maybe nab a tylenol and leave. On his way to the door, he sees her asleep on the couch and debates whether to leave or stay and talk. Before he gets to decide, Y/n stirs and Ian freezes. She sits up, yawns and stretches, and is startled to see Ian standing by one of the chairs, looking puzzled at what to do with the current situation.
“Sit,” Y/n says, and Ian sits on the chair closest to him. “I’m sorry about last night. I was such a mess. You didn’t have to bring me here,” Ian apologizes. “It’s fine. I couldn’t leave you alone there like that anyway. You kept telling me you still lived here when I asked for your new address, and I’m too shy to call Scott and the others to help you get home, so I brought you here,” she explained, to which Ian mouthed ‘oh’, understanding how awkward it must be for her to call his friends and eventually just decided to bring him here. “When we were in the cab, you were apologizing. You said “When I left you all alone, girl, I know that wasn't fair. 'Cause I loved you. I still love you.” Is that true?” Y/n asked. Ian sighed exasperatedly and said, “I was drunk last night but what I said was true. Our break up was abrupt and I left you without any explanations and I’ve been miserable since. I still think about you everyday and when I think too much, I drink to forget, and that’s where you found me last night.” Ian’s head was bowed, he couldn’t look her in the eye and it breaks her heart seeing him like this. She moved to sit on the coffee table and held Ian’s hands and said “I can’t lie and tell you I don’t constantly think about you. Even without your things, this place reminds me of you. This house is emptier and bigger without you here.” Then Ian looked at her and asked, “Are you willing to give me a second chance? Give us a second chance?”
Christian YuxYoutuber!Reader
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A/N: AN UPDATE? OUT OF THE BLUE? Yes! I’m so sorry I made you guys wait so long but my mental health was just so bad. But I recently started redoing my life, cleaning my room and I’m even taking a well deserved vacation to California next month so I’m doing better! Enough about this though, enjoy the chapter guys!
Chapter Five // Chapter Seven (CS)
A plan formed between the four men. Christian was to go to you, see you at your favorite restaurant and apologize for everything. It was an easy plan that guaranteed the two of you to talk again. But when Christian bought the tickets and packed his things, you let Scott know that you moved cities. So, it was back to square one.
Couple weeks later, Christian finally realized that you unblocked him on social media.
Christian had woken up to get a drink, phone in his pocket as he sat on the counter, glass cup in hand as he closed his eyes. He was still full of sleep, swaying as sleep tried to take his body away. The vibration from his pocket made him wake up a bit, finishing his drink and hopping off the counter. As he set the cup in the sink, pulling his phone out, Christian woke up, phone almost falling out of his hand.
He waited as the post loaded, trying to blink the sleep away before settling on rubbing his eyes. Finally looking at the loaded post, Christian smiled
ynissamood: I know you guys are excited for the series to be released but I promise that once the project is released and I get the okay, you guys get to enjoy this! Miss you goofballs~ xoxo
The photo was one where you were sitting on a table, Scott directly behind you as he grinned into the camera. Gyungmo had his bucket hat over his eyes and gave a hand gesture as John gave a peace sign next to him, and Cline, as always, looked at the camera with all seriousness. Christian was on your other side, sitting right next to you with his arms crossed as he gave the camera a smile.
Christian started with a simple hello, thinking twice before erasing it and trying again. He stared at his screen, tilting his head as he thought of what was the appropriate ice breaker. As he continued to beat himself up, Christian gave up and wrote what he thought was best and pressed sent.
You looked over at the ping from your phone, seeing an Instagram notification. You barely paid attention as you unlocked your phone, eyes focused on the TV screen in front of you, the movie that was on was too good. But you finally focused on your phone and felt shocked at the message.
You blocked Christian after everything happened between you both, knowing fully well that he wanted nothing to do with you. So of course, it seemed out of the blue that he messaged you with a simple hey, one that you clearly had no way on figuring out what it could mean.
You hesitated on answering, not knowing exactly what to say so you instead opted for a more simple and easier solution: exiting the app and ignoring him.
Christian couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, tossing and turning as he thought about checking his phone. He didn't want to seem too eager, trying his best to make time pass by so he can check the message later but the ticking of the wall clock only made his curiosity grow. Finally, with a snatch, Christian took the phone, seeing no notification and he figured you were busy.
"So instead of thinking that she ignored you, you thought she was busy?"
Gyungmo looked at the simple message that Christian sent, showing in fact that you left him on read. Scott's laughter made Christian look away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "You're too whipped," Gyungmo chuckled, Christian taking his phone back.
"Leave me the hell alone, okay? A guy could hope," Christian rolled his eyes, going back to his laptop and going back to work.
The new album and the music video were done. The release date was set and all that was left was for the gang to post it. And, once again, Christian sent you another message.
You shared the post from the DPR page on your Instagram story, accompanied by the eyes emoji and the clapping hands. You felt bad leave Christian on read the first time, not liking it one bit but you worried that he wanted to start trouble again. So you ignored his second message, only saying hello.
Christian sat on his couch, laptop in front of him and music playing when his phone lit up, showing that you were live.
You laid on your bed, phone resting against your pillows as you laughed at a comment Christian seemed to miss, but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You had cut your hair, and freshly dyed it to a dark blue color, complimenting you very well.
"Yeah, I decided it was time for a new change," You gently touched your hair, eyes skimming the comments. "I bought myself new clothes, but then I decided to just take it a step further and changed my hair."
Christian saw a comment from Gyungmo pop up making you smile.
dprcream: new hair? let's match
"Dye your hair blue so I know what we have it real," You giggled, moving your arm to rest your head on it. You continued to read the comments, smiling at some and answering them. Christian bit his lip, getting nervous as he got an idea and began to type sending his message.
dprian: Nice hair!
dprian: Lori misses you. She says hi
You stayed quiet, Christian beginning to think you ignored him before you let out a smile, humming softly. "Tell Lori I miss her much more. I wanna see her again,"
Christian felt his heart flutter, finally getting a response from you and trying his luck again.
dprian: Come over soon, it's not the same in the building without you
You read the message, your lips curving up into a smile at the comment. Maybe it was for show, hiding the fact that an argument between the two of you happened and for you, it was okay. After all, the fans didn't need to get involved. "I'll try to go soon, but if you guys find yourselves around my parts, let me know."
You answered people's questions and talked about upcoming projects before bidding everyone a good night, blowing kisses right as the live shut off. Christian set his phone down, thinking about the live when his phone pinged, making him look at it. He was surprised to see your name on the Instagram notification, going into the messages to see what you had sent.
ynissamood: Listen, you probably did that as a way for people not to suspect what happened between us and that's okay, but please stop sending me messages. I unblocked you so people wouldn't get the wrong idea. I'm sorry for what happened between us, but this is your fault too.
Christian read the message over and over again before he let out a breath, not able to believe what he read. He knew this was his fault too, and he was trying to fix it but it seemed you didn't want that. And, to be frank, Christian had no one to blame but himself.
"Damn, your fucked up big time," Scott shook his head, giving Christian his phone back.
"So what do I do?" Christian asked, dropping the phone on the table in front of him. "How do I apologize for being an absolute asshole?"
"I mean, by doing it ," Scott shrugged, crossing his arms. "Tell her you're sorry and you want to start over."
Christian knew it was his fault too, and if he had to be honest, he knew that it was only his fault. After all, he couldn't blame you for how you felt, this was all on him. And he wanted to fix it as soon as he could. He wanted to go back to the way you both were, comfortable around each other, laughing and enjoying the company like no one's business. But, he had to cross this bridge in order to get there.
Christian stared at his phone that night, biting his lip and messing around with his hair before going into the messages and sending one over.
dprian: Listen, I'm sorry too. I know what I did was out of line but I want to start over. Can we talk? Like over the phone?
It had been over three days since the message was sent and you haven't even opened the message. It wasn't like you weren't online, because you were, but you just didn't open the message. So, Christian decided that he would let you be for a bit before he tried again.
A couple more days passed, the gang finishing the last bit of touches for the release when Gyungmo noticed the notification of a new video from you. He knew Scott had to have been watching it by now so Gyungmo went off to watch the video.
Scott sat on his chair, watching as you messed with a bag, sighing.
"I don't know how to explain it but it's just... an ugly feeling. Like when you're trying your best to draw something but it doesn't come out like you want it to... kind of like that," You played with the drawstring on the bag a bit more, biting your lip before the video cut.
It was a brief moment of you looking out the window, shutting it quickly and yelping when the delivery man spotted you. "I hope he's not judging me... I ordered like 5 large fries..."
"I think I'm gonna take a break from social media for a bit..." The video cut right back to you, sitting at the end of your bed. Legs now crossed as you gave the camera a soft smile. "I'll still post the series and give you guys a heads up but that's about it for me. I just want to take a breather," With one final wave and with a kiss, the video went black.
You smiled at the text from Scott that came in, giving him a call and hearing it ring before his voice was heard. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
You giggle a bit, taking a seat on your bed. "I'm okay, I just need a break from social media, don't worry much about me."
"Hey, have you heard from y/n?" Gyungmo walked into Scott's studio, Scott flinching a bit from being startled. You laughed as you heard the two argue, Scott trying to explain to him that you were fine while Gyungmo tried to take the phone.
"Do you need me to go over? I'll go right now," Gyungmo laughed as he heard your laughter.
He was about to grab the phone when Scott yanked it away, laughing. You laid on your bed, feeling better when another voice caught your attention. You could hear Christian ask what was going on, Scott answering.
"Hey, we'll call you back, okay?" You knew Gyungmo was doing this for you, knowing that you didn't want to talk to Christian but you let out a breath.
You had to face him one day, and this seemed like a better time, even though you preferred much later. So, as you sat up in bed, you took in a breath, shaking your head. "Lemme talk to him, please?"
"You sure?" Gyungmo turned to Christian who gave him a curious look, Gyungmo hearing you assure him. With some hesitation, Gyungmo handed the phone over to Christian, who stared at it for a bit before taking it.
"Hello?"
You stayed quiet for a bit, biting your tongue before gulping your nerves. "Hey, it's me,"
Christian froze at your voice, looking at Gyungmo and Scott who watched him. Christian hummed, walking out of the room and heading to his studio, and closing the door behind him, locking it in case that Scott or Gyungmo tried to go after him. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need a break from social media... It's getting to be too much," You played with the end of you hair, letting your hand fall to your bed. "How have you been?"
"You know, working and all that," Christian sat on his chair, listening to a bit of rustling on your side.
It was quiet between the two of you, and awkward silence filing you the air. "I'm sorry for being an asshole, I was just mad at you,"
"No, it's okay... I didn't know you had a girlfriend and honestly I was an asshole about it too since I was so hurt about it..." You confessed, hands gripping your shirt.
"Chaeyoung isn't my girlfriend, well, she was never my girlfriend." Your eyebrows furrowed, staying quiet to hear him correctly. "I mean- yeah I dated her, but really it was only for the fact that I wanted to make you jealous. I thought you and Scott were dating." Christian's voice got low, letting you process his confession.
"Wait, you thought that Scott and I...?"
"Yeah, so..." Christian sighed, letting his head fall to his free hand. "I knew Chaeyoung liked me and I used her to get back at you. I figured that eventually I'd forget about you and return the feelings for Chaeyoung but I never did." Christian could hear your breathing, but other than that, it was nothing but silence. "Listen, I'm sorry and I know I was an asshole about it..." Christian trailed off, hearing you giggle before your laughter.
"Wow... and here I thought you were mad at me for kissing you when you had a girlfriend... you really are an asshole,"
Christian let out a breath, laughing along and shaking his head, feeling the weight of anxiety leave him. "I'm so sorry,"
"It's fine, but please tell me Chaeyoung knows and you're still not leading her on or I'll kick you ass,"
"No, she knows. She broke up with me that day in the studio," Christian laughed, his hand moving from covering his face to holding his chin. "I really like you, I still do,"
Your laughter died down, butterflies in your stomach erupting as you whined into the phone. "Don't start acting cute just because we confessed to each other, I'm still mad at you and I'm still going to ignore you,"
Christian couldn't help the laugh that came up and nodded, leaning back into his chair. "Fine, fine... I have to go but I'll text you later?"
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head but smiling. "You better,"
With much anticipation, the album was released and all that was left was your project. You logged into Instagram and quickly uploaded a clip of the first part.
The video was just a black screen, a bit of rustling before you spoke. "So, what inspires you?" There was more rustling and mindless piano playing before Gyungmo began talking.
"Inspiration comes from everywhere,"
The video was posted with the caption of a date, fans immediately excited and you logged back out of Instagram, going back to your task of cooking. You heard the ping of your phone and you finished chopping the vegetables before checking it.
Ian 12:31 PM: You tease
Ian 12:31 PM: Of course you would post a black screen with just audio
You laughed at the text, hitting the call button and waiting as the call rang, placing it on speaker. Hearing Christian answer, a quick hello filling the kitchen.
“You busy?”
“For you? Never.” Christian leaned back into his chair, ignoring his task of editing his new project and focusing fully on you.
You began cooking the vegetables for the food, bringing the phone closer. “I need to talk to you about the upcoming part of the video, the last time we talked about it you were a bit of an-“
“Yeah I know,” Christian laughed, cutting you off. “I trust you, plus you made plenty of notes on what to hide and all that.” You smiled, butterflies appearing at how Christian remembered how you made notes for every piece of video you recorded.
“You sure? I can send it when I finish so you can look over it.”
“No, I trust you.”
The conversation continued as you cooked and Christian clicked around his computer. You pouted when he didn’t tell you about his project, dramatically sighing and complaining before laughing as Christian mocked you.
"Just know that it's something I haven't done in a real long time." Christian laughed at your groan, knowing you were never going to guess about him recording his own song.
“Hey, can I say something?" You set your plate down on the kitchen table, transferring the bit of leftovers to a bowl which you knew it was bound to get eaten when your friend arrived.
"Sure," Christian had picked up his task during the call, only clicking around, doing small things that didn't need his full attention. But he stopped working on his project, waiting for you as you continued. He heard the bit of shuffling on your end, knowing fully well that you were hesitating on saying something.
"I'm sorry, about everything. I'm sorry I treated you and Chaeyoung so bad, and I know that you're going to say that it wasn't my fault but I shouldn't have done that to her. She's a nice girl and I feel really bad. But it hurt really bad and I didn't know how to deal with that pain."
Christian was at a lost for words, his brain running a mile minute as he processed your words. He knew how nice you were, but it never occurred to him how you must have felt being so cold toward him and Chaeyoung. And yeah, it wasn't intentional, but still, he knew you must have felt so bad.
"Christian-"
"God I love you,"
It took Christian exactly six seconds to fully understand what had just happened. You were frozen in place, the confession being so sudden and almost uncalled for.
"Oh shit, shit, wait. Please I didn't- I mean I did but... fuck I'm so sorry-"
With a click, the line was cut, and like that, Christian's panicked. He called you again and again, the line ringing until voicemail was hit. Finally, on the fifth call, there was no ringing, voicemail answered right away.
With desperation, Christian rushed out of his studio and into Scott's. With no sign of anyone, Christian rushed downstairs only to crash into Cline.
"What are you doing?" Cline practically screamed as Christian began to pat him down. Cline tried backing away until Christian pinned him down, taking Cline's phone out of his pocket.
"Unlock it! Hurry up!" Cline, now scared, took the phone back and unlocked it with shaky hands. Christian yanked the phone out of Cline's hands, searching up your name and calling you.
The phone rang a few times before it stopped mid-ring. "Cline, can I call you back?"
"Please, listen to me-"
"Christian, just... I need to think,"
You were shocked, confused but definitely not expecting that. I mean, yeah, you expected that, but not this soon. You wanted time to think and time to build what you had with Christian.
So there you stood, staring at the kitchen counter as Christian's words bouncing around in your head. When you snapped back, you looked at your phone, seeing missed calls from Christian. Your phone froze for a second when Cline's call came in, making you sigh.
At the sound of Christian's voice though, your eyes widened.
"Please, just..." Christian was lost for words, the silence on your end making his mind run fast with endless amounts of scenarios on how wrong this was all going. “I’m sorry, I know we’re starting over but-”
"Ian..." The sound of the name you called him made Christian stop talking, freezing to hear you say it again. "It's fine. It was sudden but... This is moving too fast. Just... let me breathe."
And with a final click, the dial tone replaced your voice.
➵ characters: christian yu x reader x seungri because why not
➵ genre: fluff. tiniest bit of angst. but 99% fluff.
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➵ request: “...someone starts hitting on you and he gets really jealous and starts giving you the cold shoulder and you guys fight but it ends well.” i switched it a bit but still true to this.
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“What’s up, Christian?” you whisper from behind in his ear over the loud music, placing your arms over his shoulders and chest, leaning in to peck him just under his ear. Though he was aware of your presence, he decided to keep his head facing the bar, not moving on his stool to turn to you. Instead, he took a small swig of his whiskey on the rocks.
Your kisses continued to travel south along the column of his neck, your lipstick leaving no distinctive marks behind. After you gave him one last long kiss on the place you were sure would get him to react, and when he didn’t, you started to question why the cold shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
Rather than replying, Christian moved in a way that would have both of his hands around the cold glass, the refusal to answer had you raising an eyebrow and scoffing. Seeing a free seat next to his, you took it as soon as you saw it, wanting to understand why the sudden attitude.
“Christian…” you tried to have him look you in the eyes by dipping your head down, but he continued to focus on the drink below him. Starting to become frustrated, you took his hand closest to you into yours, taking it away from the glass, tugging on his arm slightly so he’d turn towards you. “Seriously, Christian, what’s wrong?”
He saw your facial expression of complete confusion, as if you truly didn’t know what you did wrong. He clenched his jaw, “nothing.” Though there was still quite a lot of whiskey left, he downed it all in one go, leaving the ice behind to ask the bartender for a refill. Despite his hard face and chest, his hand remained in yours, even intertwining his fingers with yours. The different body dynamics only contributed more towards your confusion.
When the bartender topped up Christian’s glass with new cubes of ice and scotch, before he could grip onto it, you held it, taking a drink from it yourself. This way you could have Christian’s eyes move in your direction, finally having him look at you. You held his gaze as you gulped down the fiery drink, placing it down again without a hitch or a blink. Christian bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his words, precisely what you didn’t want him to do. “Are you not going to talk to me, then?”
“I don’t have anything to say,” he disputed, but, of course, his face said otherwise.
“Then tell me that you feel perfectly fine with me and that I have nothing wrong.” Christian wasn’t a liar, and this was your trap to have him tell the truth he was withholding. When he looked down again with a sigh, you know you got him.
“I thought we came to this gathering together,” he reminded you.
“We did,” you agreed.
“So why do you act like you’re more Seunghyun’s date than mine?”
Pulling the hand that he held towards away from him, you sighed audibly. “Okay, are you really gonna do this?”
“Do what, Y/N? I’m just asking a question.”
“You’re asking me why I am with another man instead of you.”
“It’s a plausible question, Y/N.”
“It’s a ridiculous question is what it is—” you realised you started to raise your voice, controlling it before it got out of hand, looking from side to side to see if anyone had noticed. “I went to say hello and thank you to the person who invited us here, excuse me for having a conversation with someone that lasted more than twenty seconds.”
“It was definitely more than twenty seconds.”
“Oh my god, Christian,” his quick-fire responses to your statements were becoming irritating; it’s as if he had planned out every word he was going to say to you once you had returned. “You’re exaggerating right now and you know it.”
“I’m not exaggerating. If anything, what I was doing was wanting to spend an evening with my girlfriend who I’ve been away from for weeks since our jobs keep us apart, I just wanted to spend a few precious moments with you. Any moments at all.”
“And we are,” you almost yelled again. “But please understand that I still have to be polite to people. My attention has and would never deviate from you when we are together. You are still my main priority. I always come back to you. Don’t act like I don’t.”
Christian twisted his nose and looked down at your thighs, placing a hand on one of your knees to caress it. “You’re my main priority too…”
“I know, Christian… But I wish you wouldn’t start doubting me. You have nothing to be afraid of—”
“Hey, there you are—" you heard Seunghyun’s voice as he approached you both, but by the time you had turned your face, he was already focused on Christian, having his finger pointed towards him. “Is this the guy you’ve been raving about all night?”
“Yeah, that’s him,” you grinned. Although Christian looked at you, then to Seunghyun and back to you to figure out what exactly what was going on. To be polite himself, he reached out his hand to shake Seunghyun’s, but was taken by surprise when Seunghyun hugged him tightly, awkwardly patting his back twice. You snorted inwardly.
“Aw, man, Y/N has spoken about you non-stop since getting here,” Seunghyun exposed you, “talking about your work, where you’ve been. You’re really accomplished, dude.”
“Oh, um…” the awkwardness on Christian’s part continued, “thank you. I didn’t know Y/N spoke so highly of me…”
“Of course! I’d be proud as hell to have someone like you too! Hey, Y/N,” Seunghyun turned to you, “don’t let him go otherwise these other girls with grab him immediately.”
“I’ll fight them off, don’t you worry,” you joked, but you would really fight them. “And I’m not letting go of him anytime soon.”
“Good, otherwise I’ll take him,” you and Seunghyun laughed, all while Christian’s mood changed, beginning to feel flattered you’d speak of him so openly and positively. He also felt foolish for thinking your long conversation with Seunghyun would be anything more than just innocent talk. His cheeks began to heat up to indicate both sentiments.
“Hey, man,” Seunghyun spoke to Christian again, taking him out of his thoughts. “I didn’t know you directed a couple of videos for YG already. I visited Youngbae for Wake Me Up, I guess I didn’t see you, my bad, man.”
“Oh, don’t sweat it, I’m pretty lowkey on set anyway,” he said.
“You seem pretty lowkey here too, just sitting at the bar. Afterwards, you and Y/N can come to the Burning Sun, and I’ll have a table ready for you,” Seunghyun offered. “But no sitting on the wall.”
“Of course not,” Christian chuckled.
“Also, I’ll talk to YG to see if we can bring you on board for my next project, alright? I’d love to you have you on the team.”
“Just hit up DPR and we’ll definitely see what we can do.”
“Vi!” you all heard a female voice calling out for Seunghyun, your head turning in its direction.
Seunghyun hissed. “Sorry guys, entertainment calls. Sucks to be the host, huh?”
“Absolutely terrible,” you joked. “Wouldn’t want to be you.”
“Someone has to do it. See you later, guys.” You waved Seunghyun goodbye after he shook Christian’s hand one more time, leaving you two alone. While you were smug, and rightfully so, with your chin resting on your hand, elbow on the bar, Christian stewed in his embarrassment.
“Okay, I owe you an apology,” Christian admitted, getting up from his seat, holding your hand so you could do the same.
“Oh, I know you do, and I know you’re sorry,” you said grinning, “but I still want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, I am sorry.”
“For…” you wanted the specifics.
“For thinking that you were letting Seunghyun sweet talk you and doubting you.”
“And?”
Christian sighed. “And for acting like a spoiled brat and giving you a cold shoulder.”
“And…” you were pushing it now and you knew it, but now it was just for fun.
“I’m sorry for… being… jealous…”
“Oh, I’m not too mad at you about that,” you propped his chin up with your index finger to raise his fallen face, stroking his hair softly. “I think it’s kind of cute.”
Now feeling that he was forgiven, Christian thought he was safe enough to embrace you, your shoulders instantly wrapping around his shoulders. He then pulled back to place a long but gentle kiss on your lips, when you reacted positively, he added more pressure.
“But don’t overdo it,” you warned him quickly, getting a quick response of ‘yeah, yeah’ just so he could return to kiss you, making you giggle. Then your body started to speak.
“As much as I’d like to take up Seunghyun’s offer,” you said pulling back, “can we eat first? I thought he’d be serving food here, so I didn’t eat anything.”
“We can do absolutely anything you want.” Christian looked down at you with bed eyes, raising his eyebrows repeatedly, as if he was trying to suggest something.
“So, eat,” you acted clueless to his insinuations, more focused on the fact that your stomach was now grumbling, and you couldn’t do anything on an empty stomach.
A/N: OHHHHH IM SO HAPPY…this is my first request, and S/O to Melaninstoryteller cause she’s sooo dope and she pitched me this request :3) luv u <3
Request / Summary: Can you write a fic about Christian Yu walking Lori, and he lets go of her leash. Then Y/N finds her, and she starts talking to Christian.
Genre: fluff
Pairing: Christian Yu x Y/N
Word Count: 1037
Of all days you can’t find your keys, it’s today. This week you promised yourself that you would get back on track with your ‘healthy lifestyle’ goals, and you wanted to kickstart your week with a jog. Today you’re especially pumped to go on a jog because the weather’s nice. Usually, the weather in Gangnam starts to hit the warmer temps of fall around this time which is perfect for you, but more importantly; you just got this dope ass workout apparel from Victoria’s Secret! Today, you decided to sport a pair of marble print hot shorts, a fleece v-back sweatshirt, and a white pair of Nike Roshe Ones. Every once in awhile, you would get distracted from looking for keys because you were to busy looking in the mirror. You were distracted because that outfit made you look extra thick, but since you were single; you were the only one who could appreciate the thickness.
“Shit, they were right here the whole time,” you say aloud when you find your keys lying on the counter behind your purse.
After a good 10 minute walk to the park, you decide to get your workout playlist ready for when you start to pick up the pace. This playlist consisted of a nice mixture of Korean and American artist, but DPR Live, one of your favorite artists, played a heavy presence in this mix. The park was relatively empty today, but there were still a few sightings of couples picnicking, ajusshi’s feeding fish at the pond, and cute small families playing together. Other than that, there were rarely any distractions. Once you hit the mile mark, you noticed that you’ve been jogging for about 15 minutes. Now, was about time for a water break and a quick stretching session. But before you could find a clear and open grassy area to do stretches, your favorite song came on, “Please” by DPR Live, so you had to take a moment to have a mini dance session. While you were in the middle of rapping the 2nd verse, you felt a soft and furry creature rub against your leg. As you looked down, you prayed it wasn’t a squirrel that rubbed against you, but you were pleased to be greeted by a Mini Pinscher laying on the grass looking up a you.
As you smiled back at the Mini Pin, you bent down to read her name tag, “Lori… you’re too cute to be left alone, and your owner must be crazy to leave you alone“.
You looked around to see if you noticed anyone nearby, but no one seemed to be looking for anything. Instead of looking for her owner, you decided to stay there for awhile and play together because you figured her owner would eventually show up calling her name. While you were in the middle of scratching Lori’s belly, you noticed her ears start to twitch as if something caught her attention.
“Loriiiiiii,” you heard a deep voice with an aussie accent yell.
When you turned around you saw a tall heavily tatted man wearing a black graphic t-shirt and a pair of gray Nike shorts with a man bun on his head. Your first impression of the man made your cheeks heat up because you suddenly felt overwhelmingly aware of how your ass looked. As you stood up, Lori started yapping aggressively in a cute manner which caught the man’s attention. Once he spotted the two of you, he rushed over and picked up Lori; then he greeted you.
“Lori, why did you run away from me?” You saw the man hug her tightly as he stood next to you. His arms appeared to be well built, and his tattoos seemed to intensify the effect they had on you. Suddenly, you felt slightly envious of Lori because of the care he seemed to show her as he embraced her.
“But it looks like you’ve found a pretty lady. A lady so pretty that I must take on a date.”
“And what might be the name of this mystery man who wants to take me on a date?”
You ask in a slightly flirtatious tone.
“Christian… but you can call me Ian. And maybe later you’ll call me your boyfriend.” He responds in an equally flirtatious tone, reaching in his pocket for his phone.
“Well, Ian you can call me Y/N, but what if I told you I already had someone to call mine?” Of course you wouldn’t reject his offer, but you just couldn’t pass up the offer of messing with him a bit. To you, this guy seemed to good to be true with his looks and all, so by now you’ve dubbed him a fuck boy.
“I guess I’d ask Lori why she would steal this pretty lady from me. My guess is that it’s because you two get along well, and my guess for that would be that you have a dog of your own at home.” Christian says as he runs his hand through his hair.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have a dog of my own. But lucky for you, I wouldn’t mind bringing Lori home. You, on the other hand, are another issue, and I guess it could be solved if I go on a date or two with you.” The amount of confidence you showed made you so proud of yourself, and you could tell it had an affect on Ian by the way he was biting his lip.
After a few more minutes of talking and exchanging contact info, you and Ian decided on a date at the zoo. Ian offered to walk you home, and on you way back you two did a bit of small talk. While you were chatting Christian tried to sweet talk you.
“You know I could buy you any animal you want.” He said as you two approached the front door to your condo. He looked at you in a relax manner, yet he still seem to anticipate what you would say next.
“Why would I want them if I got you?” You told Ian as you pecked him on his lips after unlocking your door and gently shutting it in his face.
Just found your blog I’m so excited! Finally someone that writes for dpr!!!! Can I request something with dpr Ian. Whatever you want really maybe something cozy and cute ? -love Vivi
Shaping Love
Pairing: boyfriend!DPR Ian x reader
Genre: fluff, romance, slice of life
Warnings: established relationship
Characters: 3320
Summary: After a long day, Christian and Y/n decide to go on a pottery date.
AN: Thank you so much for requesting this, I hope you enjoy reading this. It’s my first time writing so I hope it meets your standards as I'm not confident in writing. (I rewrote this 4 times)
I glanced at Christian as we ventured into the pottery studio, excitement bubbling in my chest. The fragrance of clay and the peaceful murmur of the wheel occupied the room.
The instructor welcomed us with a warm smile, directing us to our stations. Christian looked around with childlike wonder, his eyes lighting up as he took in the tools and materials. I couldn't help but smile at his energy, feeling a surge of love for him.
We settled in front of our wheels after donning our aprons. The instructor gave us a brief demonstration, her hands moving skillfully to shape the clay. I watched, captivated by the transformation from a lump of clay to a lovely, delicate pot.
“Ready to give it a try?’’ Christian asked, his voice brimming with excitement.
I nodded, putting my hands on the wet clay. As the wheel began turning, Christian sat close to me, his hands cautiously working on his piece. We exchanged glances and laughed silently.
From the get-go, my attempts were awkward, the clay wobbled and collapsed under my touch. Christian chuckled next to me, his laugh a comforting sound. He was also struggling, his pot looking more like a bowl than a pot, but he was having fun and that's all that mattered.
He came closer and said, “Let me help you.” his hands covered mine, guiding my movement. Together, we coaxed the clay into a steadier structure, our hands working in a state of harmony.
The feeling of his hands over mine, strong yet gentle, sent a thrill through me. We were shaping the clay, and as it were, molding a piece of our relationship. The wheel spun smoothly, and the clay began to respond to our touch, rising and forming a simple but elegant shape.
“You're a natural,” Christian teased, his breath warm against my cheek.
“Only because you're helping me,” I replied, leaning into him.
As the instructor strolled by, she gestured approvingly at our progress. “You two make a great team,” She remarked.
Christian grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “We do, don't we?”
We worked on our pieces for a while longer, lost in the rhythmic motion and the tactile pleasure of the clay under our hands. Eventually, we both had something resembling pots, albeit a bit wobbly and imperfect.
“Not bad for our first try,” Christian said, inspecting his creation with a critical eye.
“I think they’re perfect,” I said softly, admiring the unique quirks of our pieces. “Very much like us.”
Christian gave me a tender look as he turned to face me. “I liked that. Imperfectly perfect.”
We carefully placed our pots on the drying racks, our hands canvassed in clay but our hearts full of warmth. The instructor offered to fire them for us, and we thanked her, already looking forward to seeing the finished products.
As we cleaned up, Christian reached out and took my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine. “I’m grateful that you’ve agreed to join me today,” he said, his voice earnest. “This was… special.”
I squeezed his hand, having a flood of affection toward this man who always found new ways to make our time meaningful. “It was perfect. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
The evening sun cast a golden glow on the streets as we left the studio hand in hand. The memory of our pottery date would be another cherished moment in the gallery of our love, a testament to our beauty of creating and growing together.
Dabin has spotted the same girl in the crowd for several shows now. Sure, there are fans that attended multiple shows, but there’s just something about her that set her apart from the crowd. Was it the way she swayed to the music, or the way she seemed so absorbed with the music, like she felt it in her soul, or the way she held the eye contact as he looked at her through the crowd? He wasn’t sure, just that there was something that pulled his attention to her when he sees her while he’s onstage.
He spotted her at the after party and thought that maybe she knew one of organizers or the other artists because why else would she be here? He grabbed two drinks and the second he turned around, she’s gone. He sighed and thought maybe it’s not meant to be. He downed the two drinks he got and decided to go out for a smoke.
The bartender directed Dabin to the smoking area and he saw her out there. Maybe he still had some luck left for the day. He approached the smoking area, stood on the opposite side of the trash can and took out his pack of cigarettes. He didn’t want this to be his opening line, but after patting all his pockets, he just couldn’t find his lighter.
“Hey, do you have a light?” Dabin asked and the girl handed him her lighter. He flicked it but it sputtered out.
“Sorry I think I ran out. Here,” and she moved to stand beside Dabin, and used her own cigarette to light his.
“I think I’ve seen you in our shows more than once, or am I imagining things? I’m Dabin by the way,” he asked cautiously and he stretched out his hand.
“Y/N,” and she shook his hand. “No, you’re not,” she chuckled while shaking her head. “I was also at yesterday’s show, and the one two days ago. Although I don’t think I left that much of an impression for you to remember me in a crowd. All your shows are packed.”
“Well, you see someone in a crowd often enough, you start to remember them. Are you one of the organizers? I haven’t seen you at an after-party until tonight.”
“I’m with Jiho. I’m either sitting at the bar or out in the smoking area. Maybe we just didn’t cross paths until today.”
“Are you his stylist or something?”
“Wow, you really think I’m a stylist by the way I’m dressed?” she laughed. “I’m flattered, but no.” She hesitated to explain further. She just wanted to connect with someone else tonight.
“You’re dressed really well so you can’t really fault me for thinking you’re a stylist,” he complimented.
“Thanks,” she blushed.
She wanted to continue the conversation and she looked up as she tried to think of a topic and saw that the sky was clear tonight and that you could see some stars despite being in the city. She asked Dabin if he knew any constellations and when he said he didn’t, she started pointing out some to him. This led them to talk about their astrological signs and if they related to how their signs are usually described.
The backs of their hands brushed several times during that conversation, which made Dabin’s heart thump loudly. He really liked talking with her and thought he should ask her out before the night ended.
“Do you want to maybe get coffee tomorrow? The next show is in two days so we got free time,” Dabin asked.
She opened her mouth to respond when someone else arrived at the smoking area.
“There you are! I’ve been calling you ‘cause I couldn’t find you,” Jiho exclaimed.
Y/N pulled out her phone quickly to check. She felt her phone vibrating, she just deliberately ignored it. “Sorry I think I accidentally put it on silent.”
“Oh, I see you met Dabin. Hey man, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Jiho said as he draped his arm around her shoulders.
Dabin’s heart sank at Jiho’s statement and realized what she meant when she said she was with Jiho. He forced a smile and said, “How come I’ve never seen her?”
“Didn’t want you guys stealing her from me,” Jiho joked. “Anyway, we’re heading home now. See you at the next show!”
“It was nice talking with you Dabin.” She didn’t want to say goodbye but Jiho had his arm on her shoulders and she had to go.
Alone and with nothing to light another cigarette, Dabin headed back to the bar to find the boys. He spotted them and grabbed a chair to join their conversation.
“Was your girl in the crowd tonight?” Ian asked, eyebrows wiggling up and down.
“She was, but she’s not my girl,” Dabin said forlornly.
“What do you mean? You’ve been crushing on her the day you saw her,” Scott chimed.
“She was here at the bar and I found her and I was talking with her and the conversation was flowing and I asked her out for coffee but before she could reply, Jiho comes out to the smoking area and introduces her to me as his girlfriend,” he explained.
The boys’ eyes went huge. The news of Jiho having a girlfriend was just a big shock to them as it was to Dabin. Jiho could be pretty private sometimes but he and Dabin were close and he didn’t have any clue he was seeing someone.
Dabin continued, “I just… I felt a connection there. We maybe could’ve talked until dawn if only Jiho didn’t show up. When we parted, she held my eyes just a second too long, like she didn’t want to leave yet. He brought her to a party where she barely knows anyone and leaves her alone. She deserves to be treated better and I think I can do that.”
“Yo, chill. We barely know their relationship dynamics. You can’t judge them based on this one occasion. Maybe just befriend her for now and observe from the sidelines,” Cream reasoned.
They only had three shows left with Jiho before he’s replaced by Hyuk as their guest and Dabin had to make those count.
The smoking area became their unofficial rendezvous point after each show where they talked about nothing and everything in between. Dabin introduced her to the rest of DPR and to the organizers and other staff, something he thought Jiho should’ve done.
After the introductions, they hung out with the rest of DPR. They told her how DPR was formed and they asked her if she could tell them about her and Jiho but only if it was fine with her but she told them anyway. Jiho joined in after a while and he corroborated her stories, shocking them at how well they were able to hide the relationship.
Jiho’s last day of guesting meant that'll be the last time Dabin saw Y/N and he has been conflicted the entire morning and up until the before the show began if he should tell her his feelings or not.
He found her at their usual spot and he asked her if she wanted to go to the rooftop as the view was nice from there. She agreed and Dabin’s heart pounded louder and louder as they neared the rooftop and he kept on glancing at her to check if she could hear how loud his heart is beating but she just continued walking up the stairs.
They were both leaning on the railing admiring the nighttime view, and Dabin turned to her and stated, “Today’s your last night.” She just nodded in confirmation, still looking ahead.
Dabin swallowed before continuing, “I really enjoyed spending time with you and I know it might be wrong to say this now but I just don’t want to regret not ever telling you. I like you, Y/N.”
This caught her attention and she turned to Dabin. “Thank you Dabin but…” she sighed before continuing, “I know you know why I can’t reciprocate your feelings. I’m with Jiho and you two are friends and I don’t want to get in between your friendship.” She moved to hug Dabin, something he didn’t expect her to do. “Thanks for keeping me company after the shows and listening to me ramble on about the most random topics.”
Dabin laughed into her hair, his lips lightly brushed the crown of her head, and he just held on to her, savoring the moment.
“You never know, maybe we’ll have our time. But until then…” and Y/N broke from the hug and walked away, leaving Dabin alone on the rooftop.
Two years later, DPR is back on tour again and Dabin spotted her again in the crowd and he’s hit by deja vu. He thought he was hallucinating but he asked the others and they confirmed what he saw. He doesn’t have her number anymore so he couldn’t call her but he remembered where they used to meet after shows before and he went there to check.
The crowd has long dissipated and he could clearly see it was empty as he approached the smoking area. He figured he might as well smoke while he’s here, and he pats his pockets, lighter missing once again. He groaned in frustration when he suddenly heard a voice.
“Need a light?” a female voice asked.
Dabin turned to the voice and saw Y/N, arm outstretched, a lighter in her hand. Dabin immediately hugged her, completely ignoring the lighter she was offering. His heart ached at finally seeing her and the tiny seed of hope in his heart is ignited; maybe this is their time.
She hugged him back tightly, glad to be reconnected with an old friend. “I’m so happy to see you onstage again.”
“Wha-, how-,” Dabin flustered, breaking the hug. “I’ve so many questions right now. You fell off the grid and you’re here! Right now! In front of me!!”
Y/N laughed at his confusion, a sound Dabin didn’t know he missed. “I know. I’m sorry I left without any word. Jiho and I broke up almost a year ago now, and I thought it would be best for me to leave everything behind in order to move on. It just so happened that at the time of our break up, my work offered to send me to the US as part of my promotion and I took the opportunity. I kept tabs on you though. So when I saw your tour announcement, I waited to buy tickets. I bought a few in case we didn’t see each other at this venue.”
“We need to catch up. Are you hungry? There’s a diner down the block we can go to,” Dabin offered and she nodded.
The walk to the diner was filled with nervous energy as they both remembered how their last meeting ended. The two of them would ask a question at the same time and would urge the other to continue and nothing was asked nor answered as they arrived at the diner.
They chose a corner booth and ordered their food. Y/N told him about her breakup with Jiho, how they had a falling out as he prioritized his career. She also told him how she’s been adjusting to life in the US and living alone in a foreign country.
Dabin listened to her stories intently, wishing he was there as her friend during a difficult time in her life. The food arrived, which they both ignored, eager to catch up with one another.
It was his turn and he told her how he continued making music, collaborated with different brands, and despite all the work, he still wondered about her from time to time.
“What I said on the rooftop a few years back still holds true,” Dabin confessed.
Y/N smiled and reached for his hand across the table and squeezed it. Dabin interlaced their fingers when she loosened her grip.
He looked at her, hopeful. “Can I make you mine?”
“I told you we’ll have our time,” she affirms.
They smiled at each other before digging in to their food, which has gone cold by now, excited at how this new chapter in their lives would unfold.
