Blurb night: JJ x reader. JJ only has one helmet for his bike and wants reader to put it on for their safety so they can go out together on some cute af adventure date but reader insists JJ wears it cause she wants to keep him safe rather than themselves and it’s just cute fluff and bickering between the two. Who ends up using the helmet? Surprise me lol. This is vague and can go down many routes tbh 🤷🏻♀️😅 sorry if this idea sucks 🙈
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“No,” You pushed the helmet away when JJ held it out to you, “I’ll just walk, it’s fine.”
JJ raised his eyebrows at you, “You’re going to walk to the other side of the island?” He leaned back against his bike, smirking as if he had made some great point or something. As if he didn’t just say the one thing that brought out your stubbornness.
“Well I’m only going home so it’s not that far of a walk,” you retorted.
You were sure that the other girls JJ had given a ride to thought it was very chivalrous - JJ giving up his only helmet to make sure they were protected. You, however, didn’t find it so charming.
JJ’s smirk fell and he rolled his eyes, “Please?” He reasoned with you, “I had this whole thing planned and --”.
You cut him off, “You had this whole thing planned but couldn’t find me an extra helmet?”
He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think of a better answer than was currently on his mind. The thought had never occurred to him to bring an extra helmet. Pope was the only other person who had ever been on his bike and he always brought his own. Of all the things JJ planned for tonight, this was not one of them.
“I’ll go if you wear the helmet,” you said, shrugging.
“I don’t need it, I’m a great driver.”
“If you’re such a great driver why do you want me to wear a helmet?”
JJ let out a short laugh, “Oh my god Y/N.” he said, frustrated, “Can you please just put it on? I promise I’ll be careful. I just really want to take you out tonight.”
Even though you rolled your eyes and shook your head at him, there was no way you could turn him down this time. Not with those perfect blue puppy eyes staring back at you.
He held out the helmet again and this time you accepted it.
“You better drive slow,” you said, putting on the helmet.
JJ helped do up the chin strap and shook your head a bit to make sure it was on tight enough. “I’ll be careful.
“JJ!” you slapped his arm.
“I’ll drive so slow we won’t make it there until sunrise,” he smirked, kissing the top of your now helmet covered head.
A/N: Okay so for starters this drabble was not my idea. The idea is from an old one shot that I loved wayyy back before I even touched Tumblr. Now before you come into my inbox telling me I’m plagiarizing let me tell you this, I got the original author’s permission. Meaning I asked them personally myself if I could use this idea and re-write it myself with a different character. They gave me the okay and I began writing. If you don’t believe me, here's the screenshot of my message. (I blocked out my DeviantArt name for privacy reasons)
A big thank you to the original author who allowed me to re-write this adorable fic. idea into my own version, you can find the original here
Anyways enjoy and thanks for being patient with me :) I’ll be sure to post longer fics asap once they are finished.
“Enjoy the rest of your day!” Namjoon calls out to the woman who is midway through the exit. She waves back then leaves the shop, giving Namjoon the chance to let out an exhausted sigh, another day done.
Namjoon hated working in the summer, he dreads it. He could be outside relaxing under the shade of the tree catching up on series he missed or hang out with his friends, but sadly as a broke college student, he needs to work. Luckily his job isn’t as bad as most part-time jobs.
He works in a little cafe not far from his University, a good 15-minute walk or a few bus stops away. Despite it being so close not a lot of student or even people come by, just same old regulars Namjoon would meet during his shifts. Yet even with the lack of customers, he definitely preferred it over Starbucks drinkers who would bring in a list of precise ingredients for their drinks, why would he want to work somewhere that would only stress him out even more?
“Joon!” A voice calls out to him from behind, looking back he sees his boss out of his usual uniform but with a rather cleaner get up, he knew instantly what he was called for.
‘I swear to god if he fucking asks to me to clos-
“I’m heading out early today for Rosa’s birthday. Can you close up today?” His boss asks, not aware of the boy’s annoyance.
‘And there's the winning million dollar question.’ He thought to himself.
As much as he wanted to decline the request, he simply nods flaring a fake smile his way. He hates closing up but he hates not having money even more. “Of course Sir.” He answers formally.
“You’re a good man Joon,” he says while patting his back. “I’ll see you on Wednesday.”
Namjoon swears he just makes up excuses to leave early just to leave him to do his dirty work, it would make sense. Watching his Boss leave through the back door he grumbles out a threat then sighs, if only he could get paid more, maybe then he wouldn’t be annoyed with closing the shop almost every time. Taking the broom that's leaning against the wall he starts to sweep away the dust in hopes to also sweep away his annoyance.
Midway through sweeping a thought reminded him to lock the doors in order to avoid dealing with customers minutes before closing. Quickly he speed walks to the door, keys in hand, hoping his luck wouldn’t go against him, but sadly it did as the sound of doorbell rings.
He mentally groans. “Sorry,” he says while slowing down. “We are clos- Wait ____?”
There you are, in front of the door hunching forward, hands on your knees out of breathe. You weakly held your hand up silently telling him to wait, he gets your message and stays silent.
While you’re in the middle of regaining your composure Namjoon’s heart is racing at the sight of you here, at his work, with no one else around, just you and him. The thought of being with you alone intimidated him, but it did also make him happy. Why? Cause he’s the reason why you wanted to see him, there is no other reason… Right?
As you slowly start to straighten out your posture he notices the new camera you raved about last month dangling by a black strap around your neck, he smiles fondly. You were an avid photographer, always going the extra mile for the perfect shot, collections upon collections of captured candids and even started making a career out of it. It was something you loved doing, a hobby you picked up during middle school, a passion that no one can understand but you.
Namjoon found it adorable, one of the sole reasons why he finds you so… perfect. Despite being so finicky about the perfect shot and mourning for hours about losing the opportunity to take pictures of something ethereal you were someone Namjoon admired. A person driven with so much passion with no care about what others thought about them. You did what mattered the most, doing what you love, and he found that so damn attractive.
He comes back from his thoughts after hearing you letting out a heavy relieved sigh. You finally meet eye to eye with him, bringing back the fast-paced beating of his heart. “Sorry, I really need your help Joonie,” you start off not aware of what effect you had on his poor heart.
Joonie, the nickname that he so long despises anyone else saying it but love every time it rolls off your tongue. “W-What is it?” He tries to ask normally but comes out in a stutter.
“I forgot to take a picture of someone for my monthly assignment, can you be my model?”
Fuck.
His lip tightens unsure what to say. As much as he wants to help you out, the inner conflicting insecurity he has with being in front of the camera seems to dictate his answer to your issue. “I don’t know….I-I’m not good at modeling,” he lamely answered.
You frown. “Come on Joonie, you just need to pose for me.”
Biting onto the inner part of his cheek he quickly lists out the pros and cons of both of his decisions. Even though he hated being the main focus when being in front of the camera, he hated the idea of upsetting you even more. If he were to decline he would for sure feel guilty about it later. After all, you sprinted here out of desperation for him and him only. “Alright, I’ll do it.”
Your once frowning lips slowly morphs into a bright smile causing your eyes to crease ever so slightly. The once lingering nervousness he had about agreeing disappeared for a mere few seconds at the sight of you being happy, god he was so whipped for you. Without a warning, you slam yourself onto his figure in order to squeeze him into a hug. He quickly prays to whoever controls faith that you wouldn’t hear his sudden accelerated heartbeat, it’s already nerve-wracking enough having you here alone with him, though it’s not bad if he has to admit.
You pull back from the hug, but only to beeline past him. Looking back he sees you scanning the place, probably just to find the right spot to take the picture. Your head stops at a table beside the window. A small corner in front of the fake plants with enough shade to filter out the sun’s blaring light, it was perfect.
“Joonie, over here!” You say pointing towards the spot, he nods then follow pursuit with what you wanted.
Once he gets behind the table he warily stands there confused. “Um…. How should I pose?”
“You can just stand there behind the chair and smile,” you explain getting your camera ready.
He nods placing his hand on the backrest. Moving the camera up to your eye your index finger hovers over the button readying the capture. Namjoon stands there silently, waiting patiently for you to take it, but to his demise, you put your camera down with a frown, and sadly he knows why.
“I-Is there something wrong?” He asks hoping he was wrong.
“Well…. “ You start off biting onto your bottom lip. “I feel like I’m Medusa and I just turned you into stone,” you deadpan, he chuckles a bit from your comment, feeling a little less stiff. “Come on relax a bit okay? I’m not going to judge your modeling skills.”
He slowly nods. As if you could read his mind you send him a soft smile causing his heart to erupt with pure joy and bliss, dear god he fucking loves your smiles. He smiles back feeling reassured by your kind gesture. Slowly his shoulders begin to ease back to normal along with the rest of his body, his tight posture is now relaxed settling into a comfortable professional pose, looking as if he owns the shop.
“Perfect! Now hold still…” You say steadily getting back into the previous position. Your finger hovers over the button for a few seconds before…
Click!
The light of the flash goes off with the sound of lens following behind a second later, Namjoon flinches a bit then prays in his head hoping it didn’t ruin the shot. He sees you looking down at the camera taking the time to examine your picture, to his luck you look back at him with a smile. Before he could ask how the picture was you beeline towards him and engulf him into a hug.
“Thfaks youf Joonfie,” you mumble out into his chest.
You completely stunned the man, along with raising the chances of him getting a heart attack, by now you could for sure feel the beat of his heart. Not wanting to seem like an idiot, he quickly hugs you back, enjoying the warmth you gave off in this small embrace. “Y-You’re welcome.”
Once you pulled back you quickly went on your tippy toes to plant a small peck onto his cheek. “Thanks for the help Joonie, I’ll see you later.”
With that you rush out to take your exit, not giving the boy a chance to say anything. Though Namjoon was grateful you left. Otherwise, you would have witnessed his cherry-red cheeks embarrassing the boy even more. Placing a finger over the lingering spot he smiles softly completely love-struck.
After standing there for a few minutes, letting the dust settle in, he finally decides to go back to work. Instead of feeling the gnawing annoyance he had previously, he felt fuzzy and warm inside and out, both from helping you and for the little gift you left on his cheek.
Oh, the effects you had on him.
On another note, you are a few feet away from the Cafe, far enough away from the Cafe’s windows. Your body leans against the brick wall with your face squished into the palm of your hands. Lifting your head up you take a deep breathe in then exhale out in hopes to stop the beating of your own heart. The second it starts to calm down you waste no time taking your camera out wanting to see the picture again before you head off.
Pulling the picture out, you feel the racing beat of your heart again at the sight of his soft signature dimpled smile, it was beyond adorable. “If only you weren’t so shy in front of the camera...” You whisper out to yourself, feeling your cheeks glow from embarrassment.
"You're tense," Yifan notes, standing behind Lu Han's office chair, his hands on Lu Han's shoulders. "You need to relax. Maybe a massage?" Tipping his head back, Lu Han laughs and he reaches up and pulls Yifan down for a kiss. Maybe it was then that Yifan should've noticed, but he was too busy staring into Lu Han's eyes. "So you're going to give me a massage later? I'm really tense, you should go a little rough with it." Yifan promptly comes back to reality and goes red in the face.
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"Here," you said as you handed Luhan a towel. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, then sat down next to you. He frowned when you scooted away. "What's wrong?" he said. "You're all sweaty," you said, laughing. He smirked, and enveloped you in a hug. You shrieked when you both fell to the ground. "Ugh, you stink," you joked. He laughed and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. "You don't care," he said. You smiled and kissed him back. "No, I don't."
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Yifan's favorite mornings are the ones when he wakes up with Lu Han laying half on top of him. The elder sleeps with his ear over Yifan's heart and an arm across his stomach, his leg over Yifan's hips. And when he wakes up he slowly raises his head, peeks up to see of Yifan is awake already and then chuckles as he rolls onto his side.
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Yifan is the most affectionate. He catches Lu Han off guard one morning, wraps his arms around Lu Han's waist and waits for the coffee to finish dripping. With a tight voice, Luhan asks, "What are you doing?" Yifan chuckles and leans down to kiss Lu Han's neck. "It's called a hug." And Lu Han pushes him off, becomes angry at him for his smartass comment; he doesn't talk to Yifan until they reach the office.
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