[4:34am] “Jongup, this is silly,” you huff, frustrated at your own inability to follow the steps correctly, but happy to hold him close.
He shushes you gently, stroking your waist and helping you sway in time to the slow music. “It’s not. If you practice with me now, you’ll ace it on the day. I promise.”
“But I can’t get the steps right,” you mutter a little sadly.
Jongup leans in and kisses the crook of your neck ever so tenderly, lingering a little longer than he’d like to admit. “What if,” – another kiss, this time higher – “I kiss you,” – behind your ear – “to the tempo of the music? Would that help?”
You smile and nod as he nestles into your neck, peppering kisses all over your skin. “It would help a lot.”
Yes, drabbles, anon!! I’m so glad you’re as excited as I am! I hope you like what I came up with for your 4D man!
Genre: Library!AU/Fluff
Pairing: Jongup x You
By Admin B
Every single day he came into the library.
And every single day he had McDonald’s.
Surprisingly, there was no rule against bringing in food or drink, as long as you didn’t sit at one of the computers. You figured since it was a college library, the dean realized students would be both a) spending a lot of time in the library and b) hungry.
But... seriously? Bringing McDonald’s into the library every day?
That was just... weird.
And it also made you wonder how the guy was as fit as he was? I mean, obviously, you’d never seen him without his shirt on or anything (although, you’d definitely imagined it before - wait, what?), but you could tell the dude was pretty ripped.
Anyway.
Here he was again, in the library with his McDonald’s bag.
But... the real kicker was... he didn’t do anything else in here besides eat.
He didn’t study, he didn’t check out any books, he didn’t talk to anyone, he didn’t even look at his phone. He just ate.
You were truly not one to judge because college could be rough. You understood that. But, apparently, today was the day you couldn’t stand it any longer.
Your curiosity was just too strong.
So you pushed yourself away from the help desk and quietly made your way over to his table. You plastered a smile on your lips as you slid into the chair next to him, clearing your throat to announce your intention to speak.
“Hi,” you began in the softest voice you could muster.
“Hey,” he replied before popping a french fry into his mouth.
“I’m sorry, I’m just... You’re not in trouble or anything, I was just wondering... Why do you come in here every day to eat?”
He furrowed his brow and squinted his eyes at you while he chewed, and when you thought he was going to answer you, he simply took a bite of his hamburger.
...Okay, this was awkward.
But you still waited because... well, you just wanted to know!
“I like the peace and quiet while I eat,” he finally explained after swallowing. “And I like seeing you.”
Your eyebrows shot halfway up your forehead.
“...O--oh,” you stammered. “O...kay...”
He nodded once before taking another bite of his hamburger, and you took that as your cue to leave him alone.
But just as you’d started walking away, he called out to you.
“I’m Jongup, by the way.”
You turned on your heel to face him again, lifting your hand in an awkward wave because you were still very taken aback from what he’d said.
“See you tomorrow!” he smiled.
“See you... tomorrow...”
Well, okay then. Not what you were expecting, but... I mean, you were kind of flattered.
Because he was super handsome.
So... yeah.
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Welcome to the first part of my little B.A.P. Halloween-themed-series. Over the next few days I will upload a chapter per member (so 6 overall) that is somehow related to Halloween. Happy reading Halloween! Inspired by @rosegukk and her Halloween Drabbles. (Be sure to check them out!)
Summary: Your first Halloween together should be memorable. And even if you haven't planned anything out of the ordinary, a romantic-creepy evening quickly turns into a real nightmare.
Turning from one side to the other, you looked critically at your reflection in the mirror, standing in your bedroom. You've never been really good at planning your own Halloween costume, but this time you were kind of happy with it. Maybe because you and your boyfriend decided to wear costumes with masks, so you wouldn't have to work hours and hours on a creepy make-up that would only end up being creepy because you failed miserably.
So Jongup came up with the idea of dressing up as a purge-couple and you simply loved that idea. You chose an sexy white dress-costume with lots of fake blood on it, some matching high heels and with that scary mask you really looked like you wanted to join purge night. It was simple, but perfect.
As the doorbell rang, you literally jumped downstairs to open the door. You simply loved Halloween as much as your boyfriend did, so you've been waiting all day for the first trick-or-treaters to appear at your door. Your Mask was in your hair because you didn't want to scare those poor children too much. But as you opened, there was somebody else. Jongup.
“Wow! That costume really is convincing. You might terrify a few too many children” you chuckled, while you sized him up. He was wearing a nice suit that perfectly matched his body shape and even with that much fake blood spread all over, he simply looked gorgeous. The fake weapon in his hand looked damn real, so did the blood. “What are you doing here so early?”
As he removed the mask he was giving you his unique smile, that melted your heart every single time. ”I wanted to see you, I couldn't wait any longer!” He looked directly into your eyes and you blushed a little. “Babe, you look stunning!” And with that he pulled you close to deep kiss you.
A soft breeze came up, tickling your neck while you were kissing, and caused you goose bumps. It was unusual warm for this time of the year all day long so you didn't really knew where that breeze was coming from. The next second it was gone and you didn't think about it anymore.
You decided to watch a movie as it was too early to go to the party. Besides, you liked the idea of being alone with Jongup for a longer time and watch some movies to get the real Halloween feeling.
At some point the doorbell rang again and Jongup jumped off of the couch and pulled down his mask with a mischievous grin on his face. As he grabbed his bloody weapon you just looked up at him, frowning. Poor children, you thought.
“Come on, just let me scare a few trick-or-treaters” he begged and you just laughed.
“You're going to horrify them!”
“It'll build character.” And with that, he left the living room to open the door. You heard the kids laugh and some amused cries and you just shook your head while you tried to picture Killer-Jongup in front of these poor kids. But it was Halloween after all, so the kids were probably prepared for something like that.
During the evening you took turns to open the door for the children and when the first movie was over, you went to the terrace. It was already dark and without the bright full moon in the sky you wouldn’t have seen your hand in front of your eyes. It was the perfect Halloween night.
“Wow, the moon looks beautiful tonight” you said deep in thoughts so you didn't see the smirk on your boyfriends face.
“Thanks.”
You looked at him wondering, since it took you a while to understand that joke. Then you laughed and slapped him playfully, because even if he really was beautiful, you didn't mean it that way. And of course he knew that.
Jongup wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer to him while he was looking deep into your eyes. “I really enjoy this evening.” You blushed a little and a big smile grew on your face. It was your first Halloween together and you were hoping it would be memorable.
“Me too” you said, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his lips. From the corner of your eye you saw a strange frame but as you looked at it, it was gone. Your eyes widened while you pulled away from Jongup.
“Something wrong?”
“I thought I saw… nevermind.” Maybe your imagination played tricks on you or something, but it looked like someone was watching you. Only for a second.
“Halloween's really getting to you, huh?” he said chuckling while his embrace tightened around you.
You just smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him again and to forget about that strange feeling building up in your stomach. Something definitely was wrong, but you tried to ignore that bad feeling. And feeling Jongup's body so close helped you to calm down again very fast.
Your eyes were closed while you just enjoyed the moment being so close to him and so did he. His hand stroke your back and soon everything was okay again. That's when he whispered something in your ear, that you didn’t quite get.
“Mmm, I appreciated that little murmuring you did in my ear” you said, opening your eyes again just to freeze in your movement.
“That wasn't me.”
There was this frame again. And this time it stayed.
summary: The heat was ruthless, both day and night. But your boyfriend, however, was the most ruthless of them all.
The summers were hot. Hot most likely wasn’t a word descriptive enough to get the full feeling across. Scorching, broiling, searing, blistering, scalding, roasting- the list could go on and on. While the days were absolutely horrible, filled with cold showers and numerous trips to the water fountains and countless dollars spent on batteries for your little hand held fan, the nights offered no relief whatsoever. The nights were spent tossing and turning, sweating enough that the hairs falling out of your haphazard ponytails and buns and braids sticking to your forehead and neck. The nights were filled with irritated kicks at the covers and sheets, sleeping with one leg out or with the covers gone altogether in an attempt to reach a comfortable temperature; sometimes the discomfort was so bad that you disregarded the bed altogether and slept on the cool hardwood floors of your shared apartment, using nothing but a pillow to support your head.
Honestly, you would put money on the fact that maybe you wouldn’t be so hot at night if you didn’t share a bed with someone who had the body temperature of a space heater, who also preferred to cuddle at night. You loved your boyfriend, and the safety and security you felt being encased in his arms at night- really, you did- but it was just too hot.So no matter how you tried to endure the heat for the sake of comfort and to feed the general craving for late night intimacy, you always wound up pushing him away, or waiting for him to fall asleep so you could slip your way from his arms.
“Jong,” you would whine, pushing slightly against his chest. “Come on, it’s too hot.” Most of the time, Jongup would groan in complain, but he would otherwise comply and let go.
There were also the times where you would finally manage to find peace in your bed, but just as you begin to drift away into the realm of sleep, Jongup would stir. Nine times out of ten, he would roll over with his eyes still closed, throat still rough from sleep, and reach out for you. His arms would pull you to him, pressing his chest heatedly against your back, pulling you in close enough that you could feel every inch of his hard-on that would press into the crease of your bum. As much as you loved him and as much as you loved having sex with him, it was just too fucking hot.
“Jong,” you would whine again, pushing slightly against his chest. “Come on, it’s too hot.” Usually, he would give in and let you go again, willing himself to sleep, although admittedly with a huge pout on his lips.
Jongup was never a pusher to begin with. He was actually rather shy when it came to almost anything, which was one of the things that you loved about him. He never tried to force you to do something you didn’t want to, never tried to convince you of anything after the first refusal. He was always the sweetest and tended to put you before himself for pretty much everything. If he was doing the shopping, he picked mostly things he knew you liked. If he went shopping for more clothes or shoes, he always bought something for you. Even down to the TV shows you both watched, or where you went for dates, it was always whatever you wanted, your pleasure before his own. There weren’t many guys left like that in the world, and you were always astonished by the fact that you had managed to get someone like Moon Jongup. In every way, he was your own little blessing. But sometimes, you wished he would be a bit more selfish. He was shy, you understood, but being in a relationship wasn’t all about one person, no matter how much he enjoyed it that way. You wanted to do all sorts of things for him too- make his favorite meals, buy him gifts, anything to make him happy.
Tonight was like every other night at first. Your shower was cold, you pajamas covering as little skin as you could manage, and bed covers bunched at the foot of the bed, fan spinning at the top speed it could go. The night was spent tossing and turning, sweating enough that the hairs falling out of your haphazard and messy bun were sticking to your forehead and neck. The night was filled with irritated kicks at the covers and sheets, sleeping with the covers gone altogether in an attempt to reach a comfortable temperature. You were drifting in and out of a semi comfortable sleep at around three in the morning, when Jongup rolled over, grabbed you tightly around the waist and yanked you across the bed. He pulled you flush against his body, pressing his chest to your back so tightly that you could feel every dip and curve of his abdomen, as well as his usual ‘problem.’
“Babe,” He would whisper gently, starting by peppering small, opened mouth kisses up and down the sides of your neck. As his lips migrated from your neck down across your shoulders and back up to your jawline, he began to speak again. “I need a little help.”
“Jonguppie, it’s way too hot.” You whined, shoving your face into your pillow in an attempt to ignore the delicious heat licking at your backside. He sucked on the sensitive skin at the juncture of your neck, softly biting before tracing his tongue around it. “Jongup, seriously.”
“Exactly.” He retaliated, which somewhat surprised you. Usually, Jongup would have just rolled back over and gone to sleep, but this time he was pushing a bit. “It’s already hot, so what’s a bit extra gonna do? Besides,” Jongup cut himself off, rolling over so that he was half hovering over you, forearms pressed against the bed to keep him up. “You whine about the heat all the time. We should do some… resistance training. Y’know, build up some endurance.”
You could feel your resolve weakening. It was amazing, t be honest, just how easily Jongup could tur you into putty. His lips and tongue were still keeping themselves busy on your neck, although in the new position, Jongup was ducking down t press kisses along your chest, sucking particularly on your collarbones. He rolled the rest of the way over, so that he was completely on top of you, taking a second to situate himself. He was nestled in between your legs comfortably, which you had spread accommodatingly out of habit for him, one arm holding him up while the other was tracing lines along your hip. Annoyingly enough, you no longer wanted him to get off and stop so you could sleep, but instead you just wanted him to kiss you already.
“Jongup,” you breathed gently, reaching a hand up to tangle in his hair, messy from sleep. You ran your hands through it softly once, twice, then three times- but on the third time you kept your hand still at the back of his head, tugging softly on it as you brought him down into a kiss.
When your lips finally met, the concerns about the heat and your discomfort all but disappeared from your mind. His lips were soft against yours, but the kiss quickly turned into something a bit rougher, something desperate. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, biting and tugging gently, sucking on it as he went. Groaning loudly, you deepened the kiss. It was a sort of battle, tongues desperately clashing against one another, gums smashing together, noses bumping as you tried to pull each other as close as humanly possible. You pulled away for a split second just to attach you lips to the sensitive spot where his neck met his jawline and suck roughly, sure to leave a bruise. Jongup moaned loudly, long and deep and absolutely guttural, the sound shooting straight between your legs like a wildfire. Bucking your hips up, you brushed you thinly clothed sex across Jongup’s boxers, pressing every inch of your heat against his length. The resounding moan that tore from his lips- holy shit, you had never heard anything sexier.
Jongup broke away from your hold to tug off his top, a simple black sleeveless top, which was already sticking to his body from sweat. The second his skin was exposed you were on him, hands sliding up his stomach and then past his chest, running your thumbs over is nipples as you passed them. Your hands curled around his shoulder to wind around his neck again as you leaned up, chasing him for another kiss. Jongup leaned back away from you, laughing.
“You’re the one who said it was too hot.” He said, grinning.“And you’re the one who said we needed to chase the heat away.” You shot back. “Besides, what the hell, Jong? Why are you teasing me when you’re that hard?”
“Because I like you best when you’re whining.” He laughed. You smacked his shoulder, pushing yourself up and on top of Jongup. On your way up, you hastily yanked off your tank top, leaving your upper body bare.
You felt his hands before you even saw them move. They started low at your hips, before sliding up the curve of your back. One hand stayed up to tangle in your hair, winding into the strands underneath the loosened bun, while the other slipped back down and around to grab hold of a breast. Jongup sat up, keeping you straddling his lap, and roughly pulled your hair to crane your neck. As his hand massaged your left breast his mouth descended on your left. He sucked roughly on your nipple, before dragging his teeth against it and tugging. You whined loudly, grinding your hips down on his erection. He released your nipple with a loud pop and pushed you down onto the bed. His fingers dipped into the waistband of your sleep shorts and past the line of your panties,pulling them down before skimming gently along your slit once, twice, three times, before dipping inside. His fingers circled up and over your clit, flicking it gently. Your hands scrambled for purchase along Jongup’s shoulders, gripping them tightly as you moaned, rolling your hips into his hands.
“Jesus,” Jongup groaned, the veins in his neck straining as he visibly swallowed. “Holy hell, you’re wet. C-Can I…?”
You knew exactly what he was asking for. As confident as he seemed most of the time, Jongup really was a shy man. The idea if asking to eat you out itself was mortifying to him, no matter how much he enjoyed doing it, and how much you enjoyed receiving. So, he usually tried to find any way that he could to essentially beat around the bush, to ask without asking. And usually, you accepted. His lips were plump, and his tongue was long. The things he could do with his tongue- just thinking about it was enough to get you off. But this time, you didn’t want things to be about you. Jongup was always doing things for your pleasure alone, so you figured it was time do return the favor.
“No, not this time. You always go down on me, and you always do such a good job, babe.” You murmured, sitting up. You sat on your knees in front of him, pushing him gently so that he was laying flat on his back. “Let me do this for you.” With that, you began to trace your fingers lightly around the waistband of his boxers, dipping your fingers in to gently rub the skin before you began to pull his underwear off entirely. Then you grabbed him, your grip was soft, skimming your thumb up and down the side of his shaft before squeezing tightly at the base.
You felt his whole body shudder, a low groan humming through his body as he dropped his bead back. As you trailed your hand along the underside of his cock, your nails dragged against his skin, thumb circling the head of his dick before your mouth descended. His breathing hitched and the muscles in his legs tightened visibly as took him into your mouth, keeping your tongue pressed against him as you took him farther into your mouth. When you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, his hips bucked up roughly without warning, and he let out a loud moan that sounded closer to a whine.
In the time that you and Jongup had been together, this was the first time you had ever given him head. You supposed that it all boiled down to the fact that Jongup simply preferred giving to receiving, but it was something that you had always wanted to do. The image of him a whining mess beneath you, muscles straining under the effort to keep still, eyes screwed closed, fists curled into the sheets or even better yet, tightened into your hair, was one of the biggest turn ons you could think of. Even now, as you steadily worked your way up and down his cock, licking along the veins on the underside of his dick, bobbing your head up and down in varying rhythms to tease him, you were resisting the urge to rub your thighs together. There was no way that you weren’t dripping, not with the way that Jongup was moaning your name.
"[Y/N],“ He said with visible effort, lifting his head to look down at you. "Holy hell, why haven’t we done this before?” He groaned with a particularly hard suck, the hand that wasn’t holding him up flying down to tangle itself tightly into your hair. Eventually, Jongup decided to give up on being polite and letting you have your way with him. He began to tug on your hair, guiding you into a speed that he wanted. There was one particular pull on your hair that did it for you- he had roughly yanked your hair in a way that pushed you further down onto his cock, and you loved every bit of it. The stinging in your scalp had effectively traveled its way down into your dripping sex in a way you didn’t think possible. You moaned loudly, although slightly muffled by his cock, and that seemed to be the final straw for him.
With another rough tug, Jongup pulled you off of him quickly, leaving you dazed and open mouthed and panting deliciously. He pushed you back onto the bed, saying “Hurry and get on all fours.” His eyes flashed, and you knew you weren’t going to keep him waiting. Hell, you felt as though if you weren’t touched within the next ten seconds, you were going to cry.
You tugged your sleeping shorts and underwear off in one motion, tossing them somewhere randomly before turning over to settle comfortably on your knees, bending forward to settle your weight into your forearms and push your ass out. Your body was hot, unbelievably so; you could feel the flush of your skin without seeing it, and you could already tell that you had a sheen of sweat about you. You were breathing heavily, on the verge of panting, and Jongup hadn’t even touched you yet.
You soon felt his hand brushing themselves over your body; over the swell of your ass, down to your thighs, back up and around to caress your breasts, and then finally to the aching spot between your legs. By this point you knew the both of you were too worked up and impatient for any more foreplay, but Jongup had always been a tease, so he took his time. He dipped a finger in between your lower lips, dragging it down to your opening, before pushing two fingers in. His other hand continued to squeeze your ass, borderline roughly, before swinging down in a loud crack. You breathed in sharply, whining quietly as you pushed back against his hand.
“Jongup, please,” You breathed, bucking your hips against his fingers again. “No more teasing.”
“Then what do you want me to do, babe?” He asked, no doubt smirking. This way another thing you had found that Jongup had a thing for. He like to make you say things straight out, almost to the point of begging. Maybe it was the dirty talking aspect of it, or maybe it really was the begging that got him- you weren’t sure. But what you were sure of was that it got him heated up like almost nothing else. So you swallowed your pride, figuring that at this point, you’d rather be fucked than hold onto the last bit of dignity.
“Please, Jongup,” you began to whine again, rotating your hips. “Please, please, just fuck me already. Please, Jong!”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He said teasingly, leaning down to press kisses along your shoulders and back. You could feel him pressing up against your ass, harder than rock and still wet from your mouth, and you could hear the ripping sound of the condom package opening. Within a few seconds, he was sliding into you smoothly. He bottomed out easily, his thighs pressed against yours, and didn’t waste any time before pulling back to the tip and thrusting. The pace was set quickly, a rough and fast one that sent your body pushing foreward, moving enough that you had to brace your hands against the headboard to keep you from hitting it. Your fingers scrambled for purchase, back arching as you kept trying to return his thrusts.
Jongup’s hips continued to snap forward at a steady pace, and your moans only continued to rise in volume. You were sure that it hadn’t been long since he started, but you were already close. “J-Jong, Jong I’m,” you stuttered helplessly, one of your hands slipping down to grab the sheets. “I can’t!” You cried.
One hand was gripping your waist tightly, tight enough that you were sure there would be bruises tomorrow, but the other one let go and began to move around to your front. It circled around and found its place between your legs, rubbing furiously at your clit. You cried out louder than you had before, ultimately giving up on holding the headboard, instead slumping down. You buried your head into the pillows, gripping them tightly and moaning into them.
Jongup’s hips began to stutter as he groaned louder. “Come on, babe.” He panted, flicking your clit again. “Come on, give it to me. Let go.” The pressure in your stomach built to an almost painful point as Jongup continued to speak to you, voice rough and strained. It snapped suddenly, your orgasm sweeping over you unexpectedly, like being hit by a wave from behind. You were sure that you screamed, body seizing up and shaking as you desperately bucked your hips back into Jongup. You probably sounder hysterical, long streams of ‘oh my god’ and 'fuck, oh shit’ and Jongup’s name most likely almost incoherent in your bliss.
Jongup hadn’t cum yet. His hips kept pushing, snapping forward over and over again, prolonging your orgasm for that much longer. You could hear him cursing behind you, and you instinctively knew he was biting his lips, seeking his own end. His fingers hadn’t moved from you clit yet, and the over sensitivity was beginning to take over your sense. You squirmed in his hold, arms almost folding backwards to grab onto him. The pleasure was beginning to wane and then spike again, rising even quicker the second time. “Jongup, please." You cried desperately. "I- I can’t, not another, I-”
“Yes, you can.” He spoke roughly, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up. Your back was pressed against his chest, back arched as the both of you were on your knees, him thrusting into you from behind. “One more, baby. C'mon. Give me one more.” His hand trailed from your hair down your neck, eventually stopping over your right breast. His hips were beginning to lose the steady rhythm, and he began to place hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck, you knew he was getting close. One of your hands flew back to grab onto him, using him as an anchor as you began to press down against him. You wanted him to finish, you wanted him to feel as good as he had made you, as he was making you feel. Jongup moaned loudly, breaking off roughly with a hitched breath and slammed his hips into especially hard as you felt him twitch inside of you. He was cumming, and as he slammed another sloppy thrust against you, so were you.
You don’t know how long it took for both of you to come back to reality, but when you began to process your surroundings again, you realized you were laying down, Jongup beside you. He had already taken off the condom, tied it and tossed it into the bin, and he was now staring at you with a goofy grin on his face.
“What the hell are you looking at?” You hated how breathy your voice sounded, like you had just run a marathon. You also hated how that only made his smile grow.He spread his arms wide.
“Come here.” You sighed and pretended to shake your head at him, but you did as he asked. He tucked your head under his chin, with you resting comfortably against him. It took a few tries, but Jongup managed to kick the blanket far enough up his legs that he pulled it over the both of you. “So,” he began slowly, grinning. You scowled at him. “How did you like the resistance training? Helpful right?” You could both hear and feel him chuckling, and despite yourself, you found yourself laughing with him.
“Shut up and go to sleep.” You told him, settling down again.
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You’re pouting in the middle of the arcade. You know you’re supposed to be a mature adult but you were just robbed of precious victory! Your glaring daggers at the perpetrator next to you who’s in the middle of performing his dumb celebratory dance.
“You dance like a squid” you huff, trying to be bitter and ignore how adorable he looks wiggling his body and waving his arms in delight. YOU MUST NOT LAUGH WITH THE ENEMY.
You cross your arms tighter to your chest and stalk away from the zombie shooting game, evidently the sore loser in this situation.
“Baby come back…” Jongup whines.
He easily catches you up and wraps an arm around your waist following you awkwardly as you practically pull him towards the food court. You know he is more than capable of stopping you in your tracks with the solid muscle hiding under his soft appearance and oversized sweater but he doesn’t. He’s always been the calmer one in your relationship.
You ignore him and stand in line to buy a soda.
“Are you really going to ignore me?” Jongup chuckles, stepping in front of you in the queue to force you to face him. He’s resting his hands on your shoulders and staring down at you with the puppy dog eyes he knows you can’t resist. The cute little mole on his nose scrunching up as he watches you amusedly.
“Ahh, you’re so cute when you pout” He concludes.
“I.am.not.cute” you sulk, puffing out your cheeks angrily which isn’t helping Jongup take you seriously so you try to step around him, but he’s quicker than you and steps back with the queue.
“It’s just a game, you beat me at racing and Dance Dance Revolution” He offers softly trying to win you round, but you see right through him.
“You let me win at Dance Dance Revolution, we both know you’re amazing at the game! but suddenly you ‘miss’ a few steps?” you narrow your eyes, wagging your fingers to emphasise your point “I’m on to you Moon!”
He sighs at you but he’s still smiling, he runs a hand through his hair and suddenly pulls you out of the line and into a corner behind an old Pac Man machine.
“So what if I let you win, it’s just a game. I have much more fun joking around with my dorky girlfriend than focusing on winning a silly game” he protests, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears and grasping your hands tightly as they rest in your lap.
You always end up speechless when he gets serious with you, so you nod in agreement, shocked by his sudden sincerity. The annoyance of the lost game dissipating and your heart fluttering at the sudden change of tone.
“Hey, did you know I can fit the entire world in my hands?”
You shake your head, about to ask him what he’s talking about so off topic. But. Then he reaches out and cups your face.
Oh. You swallow hard. Biting your lip to hold back the overwhelming feelings inside you as Jongup warm hands embrace your cheeks and eye smiles down at you. You feel loved. You also feel silly for overreacting.
“I’m sorry I took it so seriously…” you breathe, voice barely at a whisper, “…can we start over, soda my treat?”
Jongup nods grinning widely, he leans down to your eye level, face to face until your noses brush.
“We could do that…” he starts, and then he’s pressing his lips softly against yours. His kiss starts off tenderly as he cups your face, but then the mood changes and the kiss deepens. His tongue slipping past your lips forcing your arms to wrap around his waist as you hold onto him for dear life. He kisses you so hard that your head spins. When he finally pulls away you’re in a daze.
“…or we could make out….” He finishes. Pressing an affectionate peck on the top of your head.
Your still intoxicated from the taste of his lips and feel of his hands, you feel like your floating but the moment is quickly over when Jongup suddenly yells bursting your loved up bubble.
“LAST ONE TO DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION IS A ROTTEN EGG!” and dashes away.
Characters: You, Jongup
Word Count: 1400
Warnings/ Genre: None, just fluff & 4D Jongup
You sat in your room, trying to drown out the noise coming from the living room.
“How could you just spend that money like it’s nothing?!” Your mom screamed at your father, her voice carrying down the hall.
“I work, I make the money. It’s mine to spend however I want!” Your dad yelled back.
They had started arguing during dinner earlier this evening and just kept nit-picking at every little thing the other did wrong. It was making you sick. This didn’t happen very often, but when it did, you never knew what to do. You’re their kid, it’s not your place to break up a fight.
As the yelling continued you decided you needed some fresh air. You put on your sneakers and hoodie and quietly closed your bedroom door as you headed to the front door. You could still hear the yelling coming from somewhere else in the house now, so you took the opportunity and hurried.
“I’m going for a walk.” You said quietly to your little sister who was sitting watching anime, apparently unphased by all the arguing going on. She just looked up at you, nodded, and returned her attention to her laptop. You sighed, opening the door to the cool air and stepped outside. Probably should’ve grabbed a thicker jacket. Oh well. You stuck your headphones in and pressed play, hoping to drown out the screaming you could still hear in your head.
You walked away from the house, down to the sidewalk that lined the street of your neighborhood. It was already almost eleven at night, so you were grateful that the overhead streetlamps illuminated your path. You continued until you reached the park. It wasn’t illuminated as well as the streets, but there was enough light to see the outline of your favorite swing.
You sat on the swing and kicked your legs back and forth for a little bit before actually starting to swing. After about ten minutes you heard gravel crunch behind you and stopped yourself. Turning around, you could see a short male walking towards you. You didn’t even have to see their face to know who it was.
“Hey Jongup. What are you doing out so late?” You asked in a flat voice. The two of you had only been friends for a year once you had the same dance class together at your university. But it felt like longer. He was so sincere. And kind of awkward. But it was okay because it was adorable.
“I was going to play some soccer with my ghost friends.” He said with a straight face as he sat in the swing next to me. You raised an eyebrow at him and his face cracked into a grin. “Kidding. I could see you out here from my window.” He nodded his head in the direction of his high rise apartment a block away.
“Ohh, right…” You said, looking back down at your feet as they played with the gravel below. A comfortable silence stretched out for a few minutes between you before he finally broke it.
“So, you get that math assignment done? I couldn’t figure out the last part and just gave up.”
You glanced at him in bewilderment for a moment before realizing he was talking about the homework due tomorrow. “Oh, uh yeah, I finished it. Not sure if it’s right, but it’s finished.”
“Wah…. Can you help me??” He got down on his knees in front of you and begged, his bottom lip sticking out. “Please? I’ll make you cookies.”
“Pfft, you can’t cook, what’re you talking about??” You said with a small smile. “But sure, we can meet before class tomorrow.”
He threw his arms up. “Yes! Thank you!” He hugged you around your waist and you kicked your legs slightly to get him off. You laughed a little, almost forgetting why you had come out here in the first place. Until he pulled away and looked up at you. “Ready to talk?”
You bit your lip and looked at him. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him enough to talk to him. You had told him about your family stuff before. You just hated saying it out loud. You didn’t like people knowing your business.
But this wasn’t just anyone. It was Jongup. He had earned a lot of trust. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair before standing up and moving to sit next to him on the ground. “My parents were arguing again.”
“Ah, I see. Did you throw up again?” He turned to looked over and you shook your head.
“Thankfully I slipped out before it got that bad. They’ve just been going at it all night.”
Jongup put his arm around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry…” He said while rubbing the side of your arm. You just shrugged, not really having anything to say about the subject. You sat in silence again for a while before he started chuckling.
Frowning, you sat up. “Yah! What’s so funny? I’m in distress over here.”
He pressed his lips together and looked away. “Sorry. I was just remembering the time we played basketball over there and I whipped your butt.”
You glanced across the park to the empty basketball courts and scoffed. “Yeah right. You must be thinking of someone else. I am great at basketball.” You tried not to smile. That was a lie, and you both knew it. You were probably the worst player on Earth.
“No, I’m pretty sure it was you ‘cause you kept getting distracted by the squirrels running around the trees.” He grinned his stupid little grin at you and you playfully shoved him.
“Just you wait until I find something I’m actually good at. Then I’ll show you!” You stood up. It was getting late and you should probably head home to get some sleep before classes tomorrow.
“You’re good at lots of stuff!” Jongup said as he stood up with you. He hesitated as you raised an eyebrow at him again. “Like… Like dancing! You’re a good dancer.”
“Pfft, what? No I’m not. Have you seen your moves, boy?” You rolled your eyes and set off toward your house. Then he grabbed your arm and stopped you under a streetlight.
“I mean it, but if you don’t believe me, that’s fine. There’s plenty of other things you’re good at.” He paused, reaching his hand down to hold yours. “You’re exceptionally good at making my heart race. You always look amazing in everything you wear. You’re better than me at math, which isn’t hard to do, I know, since I’m so bad, but still.” He looked into your eyes and smiled. “Don’t be so quick to put yourself down so low. You never know who thinks you belong on top.”
You just blinked at him. Was he being serious? Was he making a sexual reference? Who was this person? He started to lead you towards your house and by the time you got there, you were still confused.
He chuckled slightly at your expression before leaning in and slowly pressing his lips against yours. After a momentary shock you kissed him back, feeling his soft lips against yours. It was a short, sweet kiss, but it still took your breath away. When you opened your eyes he was smiling at you again.
“I… Uhm, what..” You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.
“I gotta go, I have cookies to burn.” He said with a cheerful grin.
“Oh, right…” You were still in a daze. Come on, pull it together!
“Be my girlfriend.” It wasn’t really a request or a command. More like an invitation. One you really couldn’t turn down.
Pulling yourself together, you nodded. “Of course.”
His grin grew wider and he leaned in, kissing you again, this time a little bit longer. He pulled away slowly, as if he didn’t want to stop, before pulling you into a tight hug. He kissed the top of your head and pushed you toward the door. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“At least let a few of the cookies be edible!” You called out to his retreating back. You could hear him laugh and saw him wave as he passed under a streetlamp. You waved back and walked inside, not even hearing your parent’s voices anymore.
Little note: I truly hope you enjoy this! I’m sorry it took me so long to write it!
It was comeback day. Jongup had been practicing his butt off for the past month, along with all the guys. You'd been there along the way, waiting for him at the corner of the room during rehearsals and making sure he looked out for his health and got some rest in between. Or at least trying to...
He had invited you to come watch the recording of their comeback stage. When you got to the place, you texted him, saying you had arrived. You didn't know why but you were nervous. Nervous for him and nervous to be there. Everything was crazy. Cameras everywhere, people running around, props, hair extensions, clothes... Ah, it was insane. You wished he'd come meet up with you and save you from that whole craziness but you also knew there was a huge chance he'd be too busy to do so.
You looked around, holding your phone against your chest between both hands but then decided to put it away in your pocket. To try to distract yourself, you peeked towards the stage, to see the set-up, interlacing your fingers in front of yourself. Where you shaking? You were most likely shaking. The stage looked pretty though. There were plants all over the back and smoke was starting to form on the floor. Unconsciously, you started nibbling at your bottom lip, deciding to just settle there and wait for Jongup to be done with everything. Did he have any other schedules after? Who knew? But he most likely did...
"Hey!" A soft voice called, not very far from you.
Surprised, you looked over your shoulder only to find Jongup quickly making his way towards you. He was all dressed up, make-up done and even wearing light blue contacts. His hair was also done though some little clips still remained at the front, to keep it in place. He also seemed calm, probably more than used to all of that by now.
"Hi!" You answered, turning around to face him.
Seeing him made your heart jump and your chest was filled with this pleasant, warm feeling. When he offered you a big smile, you found yourself mirroring it.
"You came!" He beamed, reaching out to hug you tight.
You slipped your arms around his torso, closing your eyes for a moment. He smelled of hair products and cologne and you wished you could stay in his arms forever.
"Of course I did. How could I not come?" You answered.
He gave your frame a little gentle squeeze and then pulled back, although keeping his arms around you.
"Root for me, will you?" He asked, leaning down a little bit to be at eye level with you.
You nodded affirmatively with a little hum and he smiled big once again. Although after a few seconds, he pursed his lips, in thought it seemed.
"Can I ask you something?" He questioned, seeming to study your eyes.
His gaze was powerful with those contacts on.
"Sure." You answered, with a little nod.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, glancing down but soon meeting your eyes again, lips curving the slightest at the corners, giving him a gentle and tender look.
"A kiss for good luck?" He asked softly.
You felt your heart melt inside your chest and your lips curve into a smile. You moved one hand, reaching up to cup his cheek.
"Of course." You agreed.
You stood on your tip toes and got closer, soon gently pressing your lips to his. You felt him adjusting his arms around you, pulling you closer against him by the waist as he pressed his lips further against yours, stealing a couple more of kisses when you parted from the first one.
"Thank you." He whispered tenderly against your mouth.
That was all he could say because seconds after the rest of the crew was coming over, Youngjae soon dragging him away with a little 'come on, you love bird, we're up'. All of them waved at you as they dragged Jongup away onto the stage.
"Let's have lunch after!" He yelled back and you answered with a nod and a silly smile.
You stuck around while until he came out, your heart happily beating inside your chest at the rhythm of the bright song they were promoting.
