Genre/warnings: bodyguard! Joochan x celebrity reader, fluff, slight harm is done to the reader but it’s nothing too bad
Requested: yes
A/n: here’s another bodyguard golcha imagine. thanks to the anon fro this request, I hope that you like it!
“Unfortunately guys, that’s all the time that we have today. Why don’t we give a big round of applause for our guest, Y/n!” You give the audience your best smile as you bid them a goodbye and walk off the set. As you make your way back to the dressing room, you make sure to thank all the staff for their hard work, making eye contact with a special someone, leaving a small smile on your face.
When you get back to the dressing room, you thank your own staff for their hard work as they pack up the room. One by one, they slowly leave the room, leaving you all alone, but that only lasts for a few moments when you hear a soft knock at your door. Looking up through the mirror in front of you, a smile pops up on your face as Joochan walks closer to you. “Hey there.”
“Hi.”
“You looked good out there.” He says to you. The small compliment leaves you blushing. “Do I not look good all the time?” you ask him teasingly. Chuckling from behind you, he ducks his head down and whispers in your ear, “You always look good.” Playfully you push him away while checking to make sure that no one was seeing your interaction.
It wasn’t like your relationship was a secret, well, at least between your staff it wasn’t, but if word got out that you were dating your own bodyguard then you know that the internet would have lots to say. Getting up from your chair, you let him lead you to the door, “C’mon, it’s time to go.”
As you and your team make your way out of the studio, you are bombarded by your fans. Of course the security team does the best that they can to keep them away from you, but just as you are about to make your way into your van, a fan slips through the barricade and desperately grabs onto you, attempting to pull you into them.
Trying to ignore the pain, you do best effort to rid the fan off of you, hitting them in an attempt to let you go. “Ow, you’re hurting me.” In the next second, the tight grip releases your arm, and you don’t see what has happened to the “fan,” but you do hear it. The sound of a person hitting the ground could be heard, and before you could turn around and see what has occurred, your manager rushes you into the van.
Once you’re settled in the van, the driver drives off and your manager asks if you’re okay. Without saying a word, you give her a nod. She asks you again while observing your arm, which now has a red imprint left from the man’s hand. Her stare makes you hide your arm, as you tell her that you were fine and just wanted to go back to the hotel. Without saying another word, you put your earbuds in and shut your eyes, ignoring the texts from Joochan.
When you arrive at the hotel, you wordlessly make your way up to your room, ignoring the concerned looks everyone was giving you. Making eye contact with Joochan, you mouth the word “later” to him, letting him know that it was okay for him to come up to your room.
While you sit in your hotel room, attempting to forget about the whole ordeal that had occurred, you decide to scroll through Twitter. However, you see your name trending, and even though you hated searching your name on anything, you can’t help but let your thumb press on it. The first thing you see is a video and you can tell that it’s from earlier. Wanting to know what had went down you hesitantly click on the video. The point of view is from a someone the was on the side, and from there you can see the aggressor’s face. As you watch the video, you can see the frantic look on your face as your attempt to free yourself from the fan and then you see Joochan quickly come up to the pair of you and grab the man, slamming him down to the ground. Instinctively, you grab onto the part where you were gripped, ‘Huh, I guess that’s what happened,’ you think to yourself.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear knocking at your door. Cautiously you approach the door when a familiar voice begins to speak, “Y/n, it’s me.” Recognizing the voice instantly, you quickly unlock your door and open it, revealing Joochan with a concern look on his face. Quietly stepping aside, you let him into the room. Turning around after shutting the door closed, you are enveloped in a warm embraced. You relax into Joochan’s arms, breathing in his familiar scent.
“Are you doing okay?” Joochan asks after a few seconds. Contemplating whether you want to tell him he wants to hear or the truth, you decide to tell the truth. Weakly, you say, “No.” Joochan’s arms tighten around your body before separating from you, looking you directly in the eyes, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there quicker.” Quickly shaking your head, you let him know that it wasn’t his fault.
“But it’s my job to protect you, and I couldn’t even do that today.” You could hear the guilt in Joochan’s voice, and it made you feel worse. “But you eventually came, that’s all that matters.” Gently grabbing the arm that the man had a hold of, Joochan observes the imprint that was still present, and brings it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the area. “I promise that I wont ever let you get hurt like this ever again.” Bringing up a word to brush his hair out of his face, you say, “I know.” Silence then fills up the room as the two of you softly gaze at one another.
The silence is broken when Joochan speaks up, “You have a few hours before your next schedule, is there anything I can get you or do for you?”
“I just want to relax with my boyfriend and cuddle with him, can you do that for me?”
Smiling and leading you to the bed, he says, “I think that’s doable.”
Once the two of you were comfortable in the bed, you let your eyes shut, relaxing in Joochan’s arms as he softly sings to you.
A/n: feel free to let me know what you thought of this, feedback is always welcomed!<3
Joochan hates Y/N so does she. They did not find a way to behave normally, without cursing or arguing with each other. But then they need to find their way to each other.
It all started at the age of 17 when Joochan and Y/N have started their junior year in high school. They argued so much that they both ended up in detention several times. Joochan always teased Y/N, and she didn't like it, so she defended herself. When it was finally time to go to college, she thought she would finally get rid of him and never see him again in her life. Joochan thought the same thing. It was until today. They met as Y/N hurried through the campus to her shift at a cafe nearby.
"Oh my god! Not you again, Y/L/N," you heard Joochan shouting at you from behind.
"Shut up, man. Return to the trash you came from," she yelled at him, running on to work.
As the days went by, they met more and more, not only on campus but also in the cafe where she worked.
"You must be kidding. What a coincidence to meet you here, Y/N," his arrogant voice was like an injection for her ears. Pretty annoying.
"Can you just order and go to hell, please?" she rolled her eyes, annoyed.
"You shouldn't talk to customers like that. Maybe I'll complain about you to your boss," he smirked, folding his arms on his chest.
"Try it once, and I'll kick your ass so much you won't sit on it for a month. Now please, order something," the blood in her veins began to harden.
"Was that supposed to scare me? You're still funny tho. One americano, please," he finally ordered. Y/N nodded, taking money from him. She turned around to make him the americano, so he could leave quickly.
"Here's your order. Don't come back, bye," she placed his order and smiled.
"I'll come back soon, don't worry," he grinned at her and left with a cup in his hand.
The wheater was awful for a few days since it was winter. It was freezing and snowing. It was late at night when Y/N's shift was over, and she was on her way to her apartment on campus. She barely saw anything because of the snowing. She was just in front of her apartment as she slipped on a frozen puddle, falling backward. But she didn't fall on the ground but in someone's arms.
"Hey hey, watch out," his voice was startled. He helped her stand up.
"Thank you for sav-" she turned to face her savior with a smile, but when she saw Joochan, her smile faded.
"You again. You should finish it," Joochan's provocative smile made her want to punch him.
"Thanks," she snapped at him.
"Ohoho, you should act more polite to someone who saved your ass," he came closer to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His smile was still the same.
"Don't touch my hair! Am I touching your hair? Now I do," she tugged lightly at his hair to move him away.
"I was thinking lately about us two. Perhaps we could make a truce, high school is over, and we are old enough to stop behaving like children. Don't you think?" he tilted his head to the side and smiled kindly at her for the first time in their acquaintance.
"Are you trying my patience, or are you serious for the first time in your life?" she frowned, analyzing his look.
"I'm deadly serious. So, I promise you I won't make any jokes about you. I am not going to act like an arrogant idiot anymore. Here is my hand to prove that I am serious," he held out his hand to her, which she accepted after a moment's hesitation.
"Same for me. I'm going home. I could invite you for tea or coffee, but we have only made a truce. So I'll invite you when we know each other longer. See you later," she smiled nervously, leaving him on the spot. Joochan waited for her to enter her building, and then he went to the dormitory.
The next morning Y/N was preparing to go to the lecture, looking in the mirror to see if she had a crumpled shirt when she noticed that one of her strands of hair was blond.
"What the hell?" she took the strand of hair between her fingers and stared at it for a good 5 minutes.
"Am I still dreaming or what?" she pinched herself, whimpering with pain.
"I don't know what to do with this," she sighed. She ended up making a bun, so the strand of hair wasn't very visible.
"I'll try to dye it when my classes end."
On the other side at the same time
Joochan was sleeping peacefully when his roommate woke him up with loud noises coming from the kitchen. He growled, rising reluctantly to see what was happening.
"Ah, Hyung. I didn't want to wake you up, but the pan slipped out of my hand when I wanted to make breakfast," the younger boy bowed to him with a silly smile.
"Are you okay?" Joochan looked in the fridge at what he would have for breakfast. He found some yogurt.
"Yes, I am. Hey, have you been to the hairdresser?" Bomin asked him, looking at Joochan's hair.
"No, why?" Joochan looked at him with confused eyes.
"You have a blonde strand of hair there," Bomin pointed at the hair. Joochan put the yogurt on the kitchen isle and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Indeed there was one strand of blond hair.
"What am I suppose to do with you?" she talked to the hair. She grabbed the phone, searching for an explanation for why the strand of hair had turned blonde out of nowhere. She couldn't find much. When, after a long search, she found a forum where one girl had the same problem. At the end of her post, she wrote that it appeared when she met her soulmate.
For perhaps the hundredth time, she had tried to dye the strand of hair to black. But it didn't work like always. She was in despair. She didn't know what to do with it.
She sat on the bathtub, holding the strand between fingers.
"Maybe, I've met my soulmate too."
It was Friday evening, Joochan was coming to her place. It's been three weeks after their truce, they became friends and sometimes went out to eat together, but most of all, they had a literary project. She was waiting outside the building when her apartment was. Joochan finally appeared.
"Hey. I brought some chicken for us," he grinned at her, walking in.
"Thanks! I haven't eaten yet. Can we eat first and then look up at the project?" she asked him, closing the door behind him.
"Okay, that sounds fine," he nodded. Y/N noticed that he has a blonde strand of hair too.
"Have you been to the hairdresser?" she asked him, sitting on the couch.
"I was just about to ask you the same question," he sat next to her, placing the bag with chicken on the small table in front of them.
"I asked first," she winked at him, which made his cheeks blush lightly.
"I wasn't. The day after our truce, I woke up, and Bomin pointed that out. He tried to dye the strand of hair, but it didn't work. So I let it be. What about you?" he looked at her. He saw the shock in her eyes. She was silent, making Joochan a little bit worried.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" he asked cautiously.
"Uhm. I don't know. I am just thinking about something," she said, still looking shocked.
"About what?" Joochan tilted his head, waiting for her response.
"I have the same story as you. I have the strand of hair blonde from the day after our truce. I was wondering what could have caused it. So I searched and found one post about a girl whose strand of hair turned blonde. That strand
was touched by her soulmate," she said, looking at him to see if he didn't find it as strange as she did.
"Are you trying to tell me that you are my soulmate?" his eyes were shocked, as were hers.
"Nobody except you touched my hair. I am shocked because we used to be enemies, and now we are soulmates," she shrugged.
"Yeah, it's weird, but if that's the case, we should try it," Joochan leaned closer to her face, kissing her on the lips. She placed her palm on his cheek, deepening their kiss.
"I wish we could stay like this forever," Joochan says.
He throws a leg over your body and rolls on top of you for a couple seconds. You groan in discomfort and when he rolls off you glare at him. He grins sleepily and then cuddles you close, closing his eyes again.
You watch him for a moment, the sunlight coming through a bit highlights his features very well. After a moment you close your eyes and enjoy the calm morning.
Of course, why would you stay still when you could annoy and admire your boyfriend? It's a double win for you, honestly.
So it's just one single poke in his side. Then it's a couple more around his middle. You move up his body slowly, one poke every few seconds. You reach his face and since nothing has disturbed you decide to push it up a notch.
“Joochan! You’re my boyfriend you’re supposed to be nice to me,” you whine.
“Well, who said biting is mean. Baby animals are cute when they bite you!”
“Joochan, my darling.”
“Yes?”
“You are a baby, my baby, but you are nowhere as cute as a baby animal.”
Joochan doesn’t say anything after that but his mouth presses into a firm line. Before you can ask what’s wrong you can feel his cold feet all over your legs. The audacity! You squeal and curl up, trying to get away from his permeating cold. Thankfully, he doesn’t try to follow you. That's mostly cause he’s laughing so hard that if he wasn’t against the wall he’d probably fall off the bed.
You slip out of the blankets while he's still laughing. As you move to in the kitchen Joochan stops laughing and you can hear him come up behind you.
"You still love me right?" He whispers, breath ghosting hot over your ear.
You turn around and drape your arms over his shoulders. Letting your head fall to his chest, you can hear his heartbeat.
"Make me breakfast and I'll consider it," you tease, kissing his cheek and going to look for some socks.
He scoffs but when you come back in not much later he's dutifully whisking pancake batter. As much as you said he should just make breakfast you help him anyways. Well, sometimes it's actual help and sometimes it's just you clinging to his back while he pours batter.
genre: Zombie au!, Fluff, Comedy, a slight bit of angst
warning(s): do I really even have to say swearing anymore? (y’all know I swear all the time), talk and/or scenes of blood/gore/death (obviously), almost but not quite a suicide attempt
Summary: You thought you were a goner when the zombies made it into your apartment until a pretty boy in a volleyball zip-up from next door saves your life and lets you stay with him.
A/N: okay so I am so I’m taking inspiration from not only the Burn It MV but also the Breathe MV AND from the Kdrama #Alive because I’ve been into all of those things currently. Not to mention Hong Joochan is literally such an IT boy and very underrated so I hope you enjoy!
he was so cute in the Breathe MV I’m crying
Bang! Bang! Bang!
You cover your ears, rocking in the corner of your apartment behind your couch. Your front door was shaking from the mass amounts of force being pushed against it from the infected who were trying to get in.
And they were going to get in soon.
When the virus first arrived to your neighborhood, it wasn’t much to worry about. The news said that only the elderly and infants were at risk; since your apartment complex was mostly university students and a couple middle aged families, it didn’t seem like an immediate threat. That was until someone from floor 5 got sick and then someone on floor 8 and then Seungyoon got it and it was suddenly a big problem.
You had to kill your roommate Seungyoon with a kitchen knife a few weeks ago, his now dried brown blood stained the couches and seeped into the floor; you had also had to throw his body over the balcony, the irony smell of Seunyoon’s blood making you feel ill. You still remember the sight of his body (it wasn’t even him anymore) twisting in unnatural ways to try and get a taste of your flesh. You remember the image of his body crushed on the pavement after you got rid of it and how you puked all over his bedding when you saw the mess of infection covering every inch of his room as he tried to hide from you.
But mostly, you remember how he used to smile and how he would make you tea when you had a bad day. You remember how loudly he sang music when he was cleaning and how he loved to make you laugh. Killing Seungyoon was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do, but you promised yourself that you would try to live for him, as it’s what he would have wanted for you.
Tears threatened to escape your eyes as you thought about your fate. It was all for nothing now. The amount of time you had spent rationing food so that you wouldn’t starve to death, the pillows you had placed on the ground to damp the sounds of your footsteps, even the many sleepless nights were you would keep watch just in case something happened.
that all meant nothing now and you were going to be ripped apart for nothing.
Suddenly, the door busted open, and a horde of your neighbors (they weren’t really your neighbors anymore, just monsters that looked like then) rushed in. You screamed by instinct, before you quickly ran out onto your balcony and shut the glass door behind you. It was pointless, but you still needed to fight until the end. The horde bashed themselves against the glass, their self-destructive behavior bone-chilling as you had known these people well.
“This is it.” you said to yourself flatly, tears suddenly stopping, “This is the end of the line for me...”
The glass of your door starts to crack at the excessive pounding. Zombies were crawling over their counterparts to get to you; you stood against the railing, only a few feet from the door.
All you could feel was fear.
It wasn’t dying that scared you, but becoming one of them. You knew what it had done to Seungyoon and you knew that you’d rather die than lose yourself to this virus and become a monster.
Not being able to look your fate in the eyes, you turned around looking out into the burning cityscape you once called home. You thought about how pretty this city was before reducing to ash; buildings were on fire and you could hear screams and gunshots ringing out through the silence of night.
The sound of breaking glass brought you out of your thoughts. The crack in your sliding door was growing and you knew you only had a few moments left. You thought of jumping from the balcony; joining Seungyoon as a corpse instead of a monster. It would be much less painful way to go to, falling to heaven instead of being ripped apart. Death was just a part of life and this seemed like a better opt-
“Hey, are you bit!?”
You grip onto the railing, and turn to were you heard someone call to you. On the adjacent balcony, there stood a guy in a volleyball jacket, a sense of urgency in his expression. You were shaken from your fear for a moment; you had completely accepted you fate and were planning on going out on your own terms, but the appearance of a man threw you off.
“wha-”
“I asked if you’re bitten!” He yelled, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. The man seemed impatient, probably because he could see the crowd on the other side of the glass.
“No I didn’t get-”
“Then get over here so I can pull you over!” He commanded, reaching his arm towards you, “Hurry, they’re gonna break through...”
Something snapped inside of you; suddenly you no longer wanted to die. The universe had given you an olive branch and you needed to take it not just for yourself, but also for your roommate/best friend because he couldn’t.
You rushed over to the right side of your balcony and reached out grasping desperately at your neighbor’s strong hands. His balcony was maybe a meter away, so you just were able to get a hold onto his hands by standing on your toes. Just as he gets a good grip, the glass of you sliding door shatters, sending the monsters out of your apartment like a wave. The ones closest to the front were either pushed from the balcony or trampled by the zombies after it.
“Fuck!” You cried out, before trying to get your feet onto your railing as soon as possible. You stumble a bit, before finally making it over; except for one of the zombies to grab you by the foot just as you dismount for your neighbors balcony. The volleyball man held onto you firmly yanking on your arm so hard that you thought it’d rip out of its socket.
“Get off!” You shouted, before twisting and kicking the heel of your foot into its face as hard as you could. You do this a couple more times before your shoe pops off and you’re free from the monsters grip. However, you are far from safe, as your legs swing and hit the railing of pretty boy’s balcony, leaving you dangling from his grip.
“I’ve got you!” He grunts, gripping onto your wrists while slightly repositioning for a better grasp, “I’ve got you-”
Just then the zombies start hurling themselves over your balcony towards you, slamming against your body one after the other only to plummet to their death. You scream out in pain, torso pressed against the slatted railing of the balcony over and over again as your hands grow weak from holding on.
The man grits his teeth and mumbles swears under his breath. His fingers are practically digging into your forearms at this point and his legs are basically locked in-between the bars of the railing to keep him from tumbling over due to the weight of another human being dangling from him.
He tries to pull you up more, letting out a anguished shout from all of the strength he’s exerting. You can barely breathe; you’ve been hit at full force by dozens of those monsters by now and the feeling of your chest being crushed against the railing again and again begins to burn. Bruising was evident at this point, and you started to cry yet again, letting the tears flow from your eyes.
Soon, you are pulled high enough that you can crouch your legs up and set foot on the outside of the balcony. There are no more zombies left in your apartment, but you scramble to quickly get over the railing; you land flat on your face while the volleyball guy lands on his butt from pulling you so hard. You both sat in silence for a moment, only the sounds of the horde piled bellow and the heaviness of both of your breathing could be heard.
“What a wonderful turn of events!” The pretty boy pants before chuckling breathlessly and holding out a hand for you to shake. “Nice to meet you, neighbor.” You scoff at his sarcasm, grabbing his hand firmly to shake it, standing as he does. He nods towards his door, opening it for the both of you to go inside.
It is very neat; the layout was identical to yours, but he decided to decorate his home with... nothing. There were a couple sleeping-bags piled in the corner of the room, a big sofa was pushed off to the the side to make room for the kitchen table he dragged into the middle of the room; the table was covered in a plethora of things such as a radio, what looked to be a tackle box filled with survival gear for hiking, and a pile of packaged saltine crackers. The walls were bare except for two photo frames; one was a photo of what seemed to pretty boy’s family and another with a volleyball team of boys holding a trophy.
“Make yourself at home I guess.” The host himself offered, sitting down at the table to play with the radio. now that you weren’t fighting for your life, you got a good look at the guy. He had rich, brown hair, parted down the middle and soft eyes that narrowed as he focused on his task. He had a nice build, and the volleyball jacket with the number 55 on it seemed to fit him perfectly. But you noticed other things, like the paleness of his cheeks and the bloodstains on his jeans. He looked exhausted, but you were sure you didn’t look much better...
You sat across the table from him, catching his attention. He smiled gently at you, retreating his hands from the radio to clasp them together on the table.
“So, I guess I should introduce myself...” He stated, eyes creasing a bit as he beamed at you, “I’m Joochan. Hong Joochan.”
‘What a nice name’ you thought to yourself before responding to the volleyball guy.
“My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You said and reached out your hand for him to shake. Joochan took it and shook your hand firmly, “I just wanted to thank you...”
“for what?”
“for saving my life obviously! I would be dead - or worse - if it wasn’t for you.”
“It was nothing! I assume you would have done the same for me if I was out on the balcony.”
You nodded at the boy’s innocent goodness. Joochan seemed to have this genuineness about him and you found yourself growing a sense of fondness for him.
“Well, I just wanted to thank you...” You replied, a quick nod before looking down at your hands, “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you...”
“Just stick with me.” Joochan requested, making your head perk up as he explained, “Its safer if we have numbers; well I guess a number. and I think the end of the world kinda sucks when you’re all alone.” You burst out laughing from his successful attempt to brighten the mood. His grin widened, glad he could make you happy with a stupid joke.
in all honestly, Joochan was just happy to speak to another human being after what seemed to be weeks of isolation. He had been locked up in his house alone like it was a prison. He felt like he was going mad, not eating or sleeping and listening to the shuffling of the monsters upstairs. He thought he was the only one left alive in the building... But like the idiot he was, of course his literal next-door neighbor was still living. He knew that he had to save you; if you had passed, Joochan thought it would be like loosing all of humanity - or at least a symbol of it.
You stopped laughing, looking at the boy with a playful glint in your eyes; Joochan was happy it was you and not anyone else. Your fun attitude, your strong will, your attractive energy; he knew he liked you already and this could definitely work out.
“I guess we’ll have to be a team then.” You agreed with a smirk, “a team that kicks zombie ass and isn’t alone in the apocalypse.”
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It had been maybe a week you had been with Joochan in his apartment. He seemed to be doing well for himself, enough food that you could actually eat a meal every once and a while and a pile of furniture making an impenetrable wall in front of his door. You had gotten to know Joochan pretty well, his enamoring personality and quick wit made trying to stay alive much more enjoyable (as enjoyable as survival can be). That was, until he asked you about something you didn’t think he would ask about.
“So... did you live in the apartment next door?” Joochan questioned; it was nighttime and the two of you sat in the corner of his room on sleeping bags. You were reading one of his many books, trying to distract yourself from the noises of monsters close-by, “Or did you migrate from another place..?”
“I lived there.” You stated simply, turning to look at him with a furrowed brow, “Why do you ask?”
“i just know that was Seungyoon’s apartment...” He responded crestfallen, looking into his lap, “we used to play volleyball together and I never knew he had a roommate...”
“Joochan, I’m really sorry but can we not talk about him? please?”
“Yeah, of course” Joochan agreed softly, giving you a weak smile, “I’m sorry for bringing it up, I was just-”
Joochan stopped when he heard your quiet sobs, quickly turning his attention to you. You sat, bottom lip ticked tightly between your teeth trying to stop the pain in your chest. You couldn’t bear to look up at Joochan; it had been a while since you had heard his name said out loud and it brought it all back.
“Oh don’t cry!” Joochan exclaimed, scooting closer to you and gently placing his arm around your shoulder. The warmth of his body was comforting, but it didn’t stop you from weeping into your lap, “I’m so sorry. Everything will be okay...”
“I remember the day he got infected he spent the whole day in his room. He didn’t tell me about it and I was afraid he was mad at me because I told him I couldn’t go out to a party that weekend.” You sniffled, chuckling bitterly at the memory, “I remember when he did eventually come out of his room, and I could tell right away something was wrong. He looked as white as a ghost, eyes sunken in and sweat bleeding through his shirt. I-” Your voice broke, tears flowing again recalling what had happened when you had to kill your best friend. Joochan rubbed your shoulder reassuringly, trying his best to comfort you in your state of distress. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he could tell you were hurting and traumatized from the experience and wanted to help you through it as much as he could. With gentle coos and hushes, he helps you steady your breathing enough to continue; you grip onto his jacket tightens as you speak, finally expressing all the feelings you have been trying to get rid of for survival.
“Oh Joochan he didn’t even look like him. His eyes were glossy and he just looked wrong. Seungyoon whispered to me that he had been hiding something from me and showed me a giant black and blue gash on his arm. He didn’t have to tell me what it was because I already knew.” You choked out, letting your mind word vomit the vivid memory, “I didn’t know what to do. I stood frozen before making him sit down on the couch with me. I remember stroking his hair as he cried, telling me he was afraid to die. It was the only time I had ever seen Seungyoon like that and I comforted him because it was all I could do to make it easier for him. And when he turned, and I had to...” You let your sentence trail off, feeling the dread and despair creep into your soul. You held onto Joochan tighter, letting your emotions take control of you actions for the first time since Seungyoon passed.
“I know it must have been hard for you.” He said gently, pulling you from the sinking feeling in your chest back into reality, “I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like and I’m truly sorry for what you had to go through...”
You leaned more into Joochan, finding comfort in his caring nature and warmth. He wrapped his other arm around you in a hug, shifting so that you wrapped you arm across his torso and leaned your head on his shoulder. He drew small patterns onto your back and held you tightly before he continued.
“But I bet he would be proud of you for being so strong and resilient,” Joochan expressed, sliding down so that the two of you were laying down on the floor. You weren’t complaining, as fatigue and exhaustion began to set in and you could feel yourself get sleepy, “and I think Seungyoon would want you to keep fighting and he would want you to heal...”
You wiped your face dry with the back of your hand, feeling a sense of peace replace the despair in your heart. Joochan was right and talking about Seungyoon’s final moments helped you heal in ways you didn’t expect.
“I think he would want the both of us to be strong.” You agreed with a small smile, “I think we have to keep fighting for all the people we’ve lost. they’ve earned it...”
“I think so too.” Joochan agreed, shifting to let you go before you snuggle closer to him.
“can we just stay like this for a bit longer..?” You asked weakly, drowsiness taking over your senses. Joochan let out a soft yes, pulling you in closer to him. You could hear his heart beat gently and found solace in the softness of his t-shirt under your cheek.
“rest up (Y/N),” He whispered sweetly, combing through your hair with one hand and rubbing your back with the other, “We have a long day of staying alive tomorrow. I promise, I won’t let you die and we can get through this together.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You replied sincerely before falling asleep in Joochan’s warm embrace.
A/N: This has been in the works for a few weeks now and I finally finished it (Although there wasn’t much romance, I might make a part two. I just wanted some Apocalypse cuddling tbh) I have a couple more fics in the works that I’m like 3/4′s done and I just haven’t finished them so I hope to do that soon too! anyways, I hope you enjoyed this and Have a wonderful day/night :)
With that very convincing statement he turns back around and flips the pancake.You watch as it flies through the air, beautiful in a strange way, and lands with a slap while folding in half. You snicker as Joochan panics and tries to flip the other half over without breaking or something.
He must succeed because he lets out a little happy noise and points the spatula in your face.
“Told ya I could do it.”
You’d come up with a retort but something about the sun comes through the window to give him a halo effect. You really would call him an angel, too. Though certainly not out loud.
He came into your life like a breaking wave. Soft and sweet but with that layer of chaos you only see with other friends or once you know him well enough.
The chaos that leads to him insisting on making you a pancake at 4:42 in the afternoon. Though if he looks that happy all the time you won’t complain.
You must be staring because when he starts waving the pancakes in your face his cheeks are stained pink. You stare intensely at the pancake when he puts it down and will him not to ask.
“I wish someone would stare at me the way you’re staring at that pancake. A guy’s dream, wow,” Joochan jokes.
“If only you knew,” you mutter, quiet but still loud enough for him to hear since he keeps moving closer.
“Huh? If only I knew what?”
His hand is resting on your shoulder and if you turned your faces would be entirely too close. After a few seconds of furiously shoving pancake in your mouth to avoid speaking Joochan whispers.
“I wish you knew.”
He jolts when you hum in response and you can feel him get closer and his breaths now land on your cheek.
Like some sort of impulse takes over he leans over and leaves a kiss on your cheek, a respectful distance from your mouth but distinctly romantic nonetheless. If the heavy flush on his cheeks after didn’t tell you that. He moves back a little but freezes and you take the chance to leave a kiss on his cheek then barely a brush against his nose as he moves away.
His head falls and his hair moves, allowing you to see his ears burning hot.
Joochan lifts his head a little and looks at you from under his lashes with his eyes wide and shining.
“I. I really like you, just to be clear. Do you wanna go on a date with me sometime?”
His voice is soft and hesitant like you hadn’t returned the soft kisses just a moment before.
You take one of his hands and he looks up to make more solid eye contact and you smile.
“Y/N…” A voice attempted to wake you from your slumber. You groaned, burying your face into the blankets; you just fell asleep and whoever was ruining your beauty rest better be worth opening your eyes.
“What…?” You hissed, opening your eyes to glare at the fawn irises staring at you, “Joo? Are you really just now getting home?” You turned your gaze to the clock that read a quarter past midnight before sitting up to face him.
“Scoot over. I want to cuddle.” He slipped out of his slippers while lifting up the blankets.
“Hey, hey, no. Go to the other side of the bed, this side is already warm.” You tried to push him away from your spot, but he flopped down into the warm space, pulling you into his arms, “Joo, I can’t sleep like this.” Your tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he only pulled you closer.
“Just this once, let me hold you until I fall asleep.” His voice that previously sounded coherent now sounded slurred and exhausted as if holding you let him finally relax.
“Fine… needy little turd.”
“Thank you, Y/N.” You finally gave in and relaxed into him, letting his arms pull you closer. His warmth spread through you, bringing you back to your tired state. You rested your head on his chest, the quiet rattle inside caused a snore to escape him, you didn’t want to admit it, but you loved to cuddle with Joochan. You always refused it at first because he was your best friend and that’s all you thought he wanted to be, but once you two shared a home together, things started to change. He became gentler, more caring, and understanding to you, not to mention more affectionate. Instead of ruffling your hair, he caressed your locks, his hugs became drawn out, he stole longing glances at you, and he even stole quick kisses from you, too. Pretending to hate everything he does has become a hassle since you had already fell for him—and you fell hard.
You let out a content sigh as you closed your eyes and ran your fingers over his chest, “Goodnight, Joochan.”
It was Christmas Eve, and instead of celebrating it with family, y/n sat in one of the cafes of the cold streets of South Korea. Lonely for the Holidays, until someone suddenly asked her to analyze him.
Pairing: Joochan x Reader
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Note: i’m halfway through a request so i might post it soon. but please enjoy this very very late christmas imagine hehe. And instead of doing the request i wrote this wth is wrong with me i-
The wind blew feverishly as y/n slightly shivered from the cold. She hugged herself tighter as she walked briskly through the antarctic weather. She sighed, a fog coming out of her mouth as she spent yet another Christmas by herself.
Her family was all the way from (random country) whilst she was stuck in Korea, slaving herself with work.
She made her way to one of the rare cafes who were still open in Christmas Eve. She looked at her watch to see that it was already 11:30 pm. Just thirty minutes left before Christmas.
She ordered (favorite drink) and (favorite pastry) from the cashier as she sat down to one of the tables by the window. It was strangely crowded, seeing as it was Christmas Eve.
Her eyes teared off the people as she began to focus on the people walking. It was a strange habit of hers, looking at other people and wondering just what their stories are. It was a bit stalkerish, but she wouldn’t admit it.
“Y/n?” Someone said, snapping her out of her daze to see a girl with a worker uniform holding out a tray of her order.
“Oh!” Y/n said, taking the tray off the worker’s hands. “Sorry about that,” she said.
The worker girl only nodded her head in understanding before walking back to the counter. Y/n sighed, she really neaded to stop doing that. Yet, she found herself staring out the window once again.
And once again, she was trapped in her own little world. Not noticing the man taking the seat in front of her.
She saw a girl rushing out a men’s apparel store, her mind began to work. She was in her twenties, no less than twenty-five. She just came out of work once she realised she forgot soenthing. She panicked realising she hasn’t bought a gift for her fiancee. She thought, taking note of the small engagement ring engulfing the girl’s finger. But then she caught sight of two small bags from the girls clutches. Each of them having the familiar logo of Toys “R” Us. Basing from her size, she doesn’t look like someone who just got pregnant. Maybe siblings? Or ma-
A small cough made the girl snap out of her daze, again. She internally cursed herself for letting her mind take her further than she should. She turned to look at the man in front of her. A mask was covering half his face and he had blue hair.
“Sorry about that,” she said, flustered as she was caught once again in her habit. “How long have you been sitting there?”
The man shrugged, “just a few minutes.”
“Oh, sorry, I just get a bit overboard when it comes to my habit.” She said, scratching the back of her head. Face red in embarrassment and eyes wandering around the store, like a criminal who won’t confess to their sins.
“Would you mind sharing?” He said calmly, before realising his request. “I’m sorry, I was just curious.”
“It’s okay,” y/n smiled, taking a sip from her (favorite drink). “You might think I’m weird though.” She laughed nervously.
“Believe me, I’ve been with worse.” He said, referring to the ten other boys he lived with.
“Well, I kind of analyze people, and try to figure out what they’re story are. It’s anything but accurate tho, just a simple habit to kill time.” She said, quickly adding the last part.
The man chuckled, “sounds fun,” he said, “would you mind trying it on me?”
“Are you sure? Like I said, it’s anything but accurate.” Y/n said, bashful.
“I don’t mind, my order might take a few more minutes so why not?” He said, “like you said, It’s a simple habit to kill time.” He grinned, using her own words against her.
Y/n sighed in defeat, “I warned you though.” She said, before starting to analyze him. Looking at his feature, what was available at least. The mask was covering the bottom half of his face.
“Hmm… Interesting.” Y/n muttered under her breath.
“What is?” He asked.
“From what I can see,” she started. “You look to be some sort of workaholic. Judging by the bags under your eyes, I’m guessing it’s spent with working late at night? And your body type is a bit more muscly than boney so i guess you exercies a lot?” She asked, before turning to his hands. “Is it okay if I touch your hands?”
“It’s okay,” he said, amused at the girl’s actions.
She took both his hands in hers, feeling his palms. “Just as I thought,” she whispered, “rough hands, mostly the finger, so I’m guessing it’s because of working with a computer or… It’s either you play an instrument, piano would be likely.” She said, thoughtfully before letting go of his hands.
“Also, you have a mask over your face. I’m guessing you get sick fast since it is flu season. Or… You’re hiding from something?” And, as if realising what she’s done, y/n became bashful once again. “I’m sorry, I tend to get a bit overboard at times.”
“I thought you said it was anything but accurate?” The man asked.
“Wait, so I was right?” Y/n asked excitedly.
“Most of it,” he said, taking off his mask.
You’re eyes widened in realisation. “Holy shit you’re-”
He signalled you to keep quiet before putting back his mask. “Please don’t shout!” He said, hastily. “Like you said I am sort of hiding,” he shrugged shyly, using her own words against her again.
“Sir?” A waiter called out, “here’s your order.” He said, putting down stacks of food and drinks on their table before walking away.
“It looks like my order’s here.” He said. Suddenly, rounds of cheers and laughter echoed around the cafe. The two looked confused before checking the clock.
12:00 am
Underneath the mask, Joochan smiled, turning to the girl. He took one of the cookies which was meant for him, he handed it to her as sort of a present, y/n took it slowly.
“Merry Christmas, Y/n!” He said.
“How did you know my name?” She asked.
“It’s written on your cup.” He said, pointing at it. Making the girl blush more. “I have to go,” he sighed, a bit sadly. “I’ll see you around, y/n.” He waved goodbye before walking out the cafe.
Meanwhile, Y/n stood in shock at what just happened. Both her hands clutching on the cookie like her life depended on it.
Suddenly, Christmas doesn’t seem that bad to her anymore.
