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❪ 紳士 ❫　　fluff sculptor au some magical elements (youngbin coming to life) themes of creation　youngbin x f!reader　1863　cw ノ reader sculpts youngbin, mentions of loneliness, anxiety, and negative self-talk, there's a lot of tension between them, a kiss that borders on makeout, food mention (muffins), not proofread 〃 ♡　⸝⸝⸝　for my lovely @lexeees who swears shes a youngbin bias not a hwiyoung bias but i dont believe her. first fic for my bias wrecker 🥹　/　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

You startle slightly when you hear Youngbin clear his throat behind you, then cough like he's still learning how his throat and lungs connect. That much is true—it's only been about a month since he was… born. Created. Willed into existence by your own existential loneliness. You're not sure which explanation would be most accurate.

You turn around, take in the sight of him standing there, his expression slightly awkward but somehow still bewitching to you. Your own two hands sculpted him. What was supposed to be a masters project to beat your months-long creative block turned into something else entirely. One night he was nothing but clay, standing tall in your home studio, face sculpted over the course of two weeks. The next morning, you walked into the room to see him.

Living flesh, warm and soft. A fully functional mind, already spinning with observations and questions. A soul—one that seemed to already know you, already love you.

"I can't find the muffins," he says helplessly.

You smile fondly and set down the piece of clay you had been wedging. "The coffee ones? You already ate them all, Bin. They're gone."

Youngbin frowns in disappointment. For the past month your coffee muffins have been his favourite. When life was first breathed into him, they were practically the only food left in the house (you had been putting off grocery shopping). You were apologetic when you handed him over that sad espresso infused muffin at first, not anticipating his face would light up in pure elation at the taste. You've made those same muffins every three days since to feed his growing addiction.

Youngbin is a very easy person to please. Although he's still learning the full range of his emotions and feelings, he's settled into something that complements your own temperament for now. And it feels right. It feels like him. He's quick to smile, always searching for warmth or contact in some way, and he grasps onto every word that comes out of your mouth like he needs it to breathe. In many ways, Youngbin is everything you have ever longed for.

You still don't understand how he came to be. The only explanation you can reasonably seize is that this is the universe sending you something good for once. Whether Youngbin is meant to be a distraction or a starting point, you aren't sure. Your loneliness had been all-consuming in the past. Some nights, it still is. But now, for the first time, you have someone. It's exciting and terrifying all at once.

Youngbin is still a bit rough around the edges. You had to teach him how humans worked those first few days. How to eat, when to drink water, how to get used to his body and understand its signals. He was clumsy and adjusting for the first week. But it gave you a purpose. From his first breath, he's been a quick learner, so you never had any doubt he would come into his own. Even after the first hour spent with him, there was no denying it. Youngbin—your work of art—was human.

"Can you make more? Please? We didn't run out of instant espresso again, did we?"

You sigh as you feel Youngbin's truly unreasonable pleading skills work on you. He has such a hold on you, such a specific place in your heart and life. It hasn't been long, but you've forced to become comfortable with Youngbin immediately. Your apartment didn't lend itself to privacy for two people. You even share your bed with him now after you felt bad about his neck pain sleeping on the couch.

You feel like you've known Youngbin for a lifetime. Perhaps it was the weeks you spent carving him from wet clay, sculpting something out of nothing. Or maybe the idea of him has lived in your mind for much longer than that, waiting to be translated into something reality could touch.

For Youngbin, you are his beginning and end. Having only been conscious for a little over a month, his only point of reference is you, and he's convinced you are nothing less than angelic. Even though he's seen other humans on walks or tagging along on your errand runs, they aren't you. He had no interest in anything except you. One of the first traits you noticed in him was stubbornness.

It was only a few hours into existence that he was first met with your negative self-talk, and for someone experiencing everything for the first time, it was clear he hated it the most. He shut down any pessimistic comment you made towards yourself. The pedestal he put you on was immediate and overwhelming. You can't blame him for thinking so highly of you. You did create him. But you couldn't get used to the praise. You've never had anyone so determined to convince you that you are amazing. No matter how many times you told him you were nothing but a regular struggling adult with nothing but a 500 square foot apartment, dwindling art commissions, and crippling anxiety to keep you going, he simply would not buy it.

To you, your life was practically falling apart at the seams, hitting all-time lows. but to Youngbin, he was in awe. It's clear in every gaze and every thought. Every moment he pauses and just takes you in. The reality is always at the forefront of his mind.

He wouldn't exist without you.

You gave him being. You fashioned him out of clay in your little studio that doubled as your bedroom. Youngbin—your sculpture—was a final cry of wanting. And your desperation was answered in the form of unconditional love. He was new to this world, but he didn't need anyone to tell him how to love you. That part came naturally.

You pretend to focus back on your work, picking up your mound of clay and slapping it back on the table a few times. "I think you'll have to work a little harder to convince me to make you another batch of muffins. You ran through the last one in less than 48 hours and—"

Your words stumble into silence when Youngbin's fingers slide against your wrist. He grazes it gently; slow and steady, enough to get you to turn back towards him. His eyes hold weight to them, and his stare is more intense than you think a plea for muffins should warrant.

His hand closes around yours fully, and he takes a step back, leading you with him. The room is small, and the space between your desk, bed, and sculpting space is nearly nonexistent. With both of you holding the rest of the space in the room, there isn't many options for where to go. Youngbin chooses the wall across your bed, gently but sternly setting you against it, hands firmly on your shoulders.

You can't help but swallow, a little dry with anticipation as you try to ignore the fire that lights up inside you. Maybe you shouldn't have left him with free access to all the dramas on your computer to pass the time. He seems to have picked up a few things from them, and you are absolutely not prepared for it.

You want to say something, but you can't conjure up the words. Not under his stare that seems to cause you to sunder. He opens his mouth and you hold your breath, waiting and ready for whatever comes next. But Youngbin's grip loosens after a moment, and his brow creases in a way that reveals his confidence is lost.

That's when you break. You pull him towards you before he can step away, lips against lips in something that has been building for weeks now. With his shirt crumpled under your fists, bits of soft clay transferring onto the fabric, you turn him around, forcing him against the wall. Your touch is firm but gentle, purposeful but incomplete, like you're afraid to fully commit.

He gasps, eyes fluttering shut once he feels you push your body against his. You feel lost at first, pressing your lips against his without any real direction or thought behind it, just determination and emotion. You've never done this before, only imagined how it might feel. You didn't think your first kiss would be against the lips you spent hours carving, forming, shaping into the perfect plumpness, soft but not too big. You know them already, as if you've kissed him a thousand times. Everything about Youngbin is familiar. His body is your own doing.

He puts you in a trance when he grabs your waist and pivots again, this time stumbling in the direction of your bed. Your mind doesn't register anything except his kiss, capturing his lips again whenever he separates for even a split second. When your back hits the soft mattress, head protected by Youngbin's shielding hand, you sigh.

You've fallen into a rhythm now. A perfect dance between your lips and his. He pushes, you pull, and each second you fall deeper into each other. You want it to last longer, savour his taste for hours, but Youngbin separates first. His breath is heavier than yours, hitting just below your neck. You take a deep breath too as your mind races to catch up to the present.

When you open your eyes you're met with the wonder in his. He looks at you like you've just created him all over again. Like you've given him new life.

You blink, letting the fire burn down until there's only simmering embers left—warmth that leaves you smiling uncontrollably. He mirrors your expression, and then he flusters and ducks his head down.

"All this just for some muffins, huh?" You question, staring at the ceiling, biting back your grin. Youngbin's bangs tickle your neck as he buries his head against your chest and mumbles something equivalent to a 'yes'.

Your fingers curl around the ends of his hair and your fingertips trail the line on his neck that leads down to his spine. Every muscle, bone, and vein is there. Humanity in every breath, every emotion, every expression. It still leaves you awestruck when you think about it for too long. You close your eyes and focus on the weight of his body lying on top of yours. How comforting it is to be held by him, kissed by him, adored by him.

That loneliness that once consumed you is a distant memory. Youngbin has vanished every trace of it. His arms that wrap around your waist hold you a bit tighter, reminding you that from now on, it will always be him. Just like you, he savours the feeling of your warm skin under his; your breath on his head, your fingers in his hair, your perfume hinting under the fabric of your shirt.

"I can't make you those muffins unless you move," you whisper, teasing. He doesn't make any moves to get up. In fact, he nuzzles his head against you again and mutters a few words in that soft voice of his.

"I just want to hold you right now."

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I'm going to be so real chat the next update for this might not be for a while. So. Hopefully this tides you over for a bit.

Youngkyun x reader - arranged marriage au part 4. The friends to lovers is building. Might have rushed the last bit a little but fuck it wii bowling.

"Am I being a control freak?"

Youngkyun just leans back in his chair and sips his iced coffee.

"Please elaborate."

You sigh. "We have a wedding planner. She's competant and lovely and doing a great job. She's here to make our lives easier and yet here I am needing to be involved in every little decision just in case they choose something I hate or that will throw everything off or... I don't even know anymore."

You rub your hand over your face and shake your head.

"It feels like everyone is tiptoeing around me lately and I just need an honest opinion. Am I being a bitch about all of these stupid little decisions and driving everyone crazy?"

Youngkyun snorts.

"Neurotic maybe but no. Everyone's being cautious around you this week because you've been a little extra overprotective since that poor waiter made Minju cry at dinner last weekend."

You narrow your eyes at your fiancé.

"She's sensitive right now. I don't want anyone hurting her feelings, especially not because she's standing up for all of our choices. She shouldn't get any shit for supporting us, she doesn't deserve that. She just wants you to be happy."

Your almost sister-in-law has been trying very hard to make sure Youngkyun's opinions get heard and that he gets a say in any aspect of the wedding planning that he has thoughts about. She's only doing her best to be a good sister and you appreciate all the heat she's been taking with her parents for it, and yours. She's been milking being pregnant so whenever she's the bad guy they have to be lenient with her, especially now that the baby is getting so big and she's really feeling the side effects of all the changes her body is making.

"I know."

Your fiancé just smiles at you fondly. You scrunch your nose and poke ypur tongue out at him.

"Speaking of Minju, we should start thinking about presents for the baby shower."

He nods.

"Now are you going to answer the question?"

Youngkyun stands up, takes your hand and tugs you up to your feet. You're so startled that you let him. He slips your bag over his shoulder and rests a hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards the bakery down the street.

"Let's get you a sweet little treat before I find myself being used as human pincushion."

You just blink at him. "I've done no such thing to you."

He opens the door.

"Well, there was that one time you nearly stabbed me with that little nail art tool."

You step inside, already looking over at the pastry case as he follows.

"That was an accident and I already apologized."

Youngkyun just pats your shoulder.

"What variety of chocolate is calling to you today?"

You have to admit, your fiancé is a smart man. A very smart and well prepared man. It's not until you get home, sweet tooth now satisfied, and step into the shower that the cramps hit. It's a good thing you'd planned on spending the day finalizing the catering menu and sitting around going over details with Youngkyun. You have no reason not to slip into comfortable clothes, down two extra strength painkillers and curl up on the sofa with a hot water bottle. Youngkyun already has a big fluffy blanket and your favourite slipper socks ready.

You sink into the sofa beside him, making yourself comfortable as he opens his laptop.

He's set up a little snack section on the coffee table and when you can’t find a comfortable enough position he pulls your legs over his lap and rubs at the ache in your lower back until your eyes flutter closed. It's like he knows just what pressure points to press, just where to knead his fingers to release some of the pain and tightness in your body. It helps more than you expected. You might have taken an unscheduled nap right there like that.

When you wake he's tucked a heated blanket against your back and started some of your favourite soup for lunch.

"How did you know?"

He glances over at you when you sit up and stretch, quirking one eyebrow. You gesture towards all of his preparations.

"You've been living here for months, I started tracking when you got crankiest and made a guess about the dates."

You just stared at him.

"Are you saying you've been anticipating this?"

He shrugged. "I wanted to make sure you were comfortable. You're already taking on so much and it's made you really stressed. The least I can do is know when you need a little extra patience."

You hold out a hand and wiggle your fingers towards his phone. He unlocks it and hands it over without any questions. You take a few minutes to share your tracking app with him and make sure it's working.

"Here." You hand it back carefully. "No need to guess. Now you can see when it's coming up."

He just slips the phone back into his pocket and offers you a hand.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really, but I should eat."

"Good thing I'm a pro at this then."

You're laughing even as you groan at the ache that seems to radiate through every part of your body.

"Sore?"

Youngkyun's concern reads in his soft gaze. You nod.

"Not any more than usual. It's a little better after that nap."

He seats you at the island and starts making you up a bowl. You watch as he prepares less than usual. The nausea makes you thankful. The simple broth is inoffencive even to your lack of appetite and the soft noodles add a little sustenance that doesn't make you feel too full or weighted down.

"You kind of are a pro. I apologize for doubting your skill level."

Youngkyun smiles. "Minju gave me lots of practice."

You nudge him with your shoulder as you get up to put the empty bowl in the dishwasher.

"I owe her many thanks. She's the reason I get to be so well looked after."

He just rolls his eyes.

"Did you want to finish up the catering details?"

You nod.

"Mhm, if you don't mind. I did promise you a movie night and I'd like to get that done so even if I can't be the best company I can give you my full attention."

Youngkyun spends the entire time you walk through all the decisions you both have to make rubbing your hips. You don’t get a chance to thank him again because every time you try he hands you some water or a snack or interrupts you with a question. You decide to play along and give up trying. If that's what makes him happy you'll just have to do something nice for him next week instead to show your appreciation.

He proves to be a pro at diffusing not only your irrational rage and irritation but also at filling you with foods that don't leave you feeling worse by the end of the night. By the time the movie credits are rolling you've borrowed one of his hoodies for warmth and Youngkyun's hands have taken the place of your bra. You're still not entirely sure how he talked you into that one. It was uncomfortable, they were sore, and somehow the offer seemed less embarrassing because he made it while still looking away from you.

He had been focused on the screen and the relief when he took the weight off your back and shoulders was worth it being a little awkward at first. The way he kneaded at them absentmindedly throughout the movie also feels nice and you just resolved yourself to dealing with a little embarrassment for how comfortable you were able to get.

You were going to marry this man. He'd probably see worse over the course of the rest of your lives after all. You nod off with his head on your shoulder and wake to find him curled around your back the next morning. The way he blinks awake, eyes still bleary and hair disheveled, to check that you're okay when you slip out of his arms makes your chest squeeze fondly.

It takes you ten whole minutes to convince him to go back to sleep instead of getting up to make you breakfast before you head off to work but it's worth the rush it leaves you in because he needs the sleep. You don’t manage to escape entirely though. When you step out of your last meeting for the morning you find him standing in your office waiting.

"I thought I told you to sleep in."

He grins. "I did."

You sigh and Youngkyun pushes off the desk where he's been leaning.

"Who let you in here anyway?"

He just smirks at you. "I simply told the front desk I was here to take my future wife to lunch and they buzzed me right up."

You narrow your eyes at him.

"What did you bribe Jiyoon with this time?"

He picks up the little pastry box on your desk and pops it open. He brought homemade hotteok. You can see that they're still warm.

You shake your head. "Is that caramel?"

"Come over here and find out."

The mischief on his face would usually make you hesitate but you step forward, letting him feed you a bite. He's gentle and careful not to make a mess of your makeup but the hot caramel is a bit messy and you both end up laughing as he cleans up a few stray strands that linger on your chin.

"That's incredible Kyun."

You don’t think you've seen the pride in his eyes shine quite so brightly. Before he can make a snarky comment about his abilities you take his hand and drop your files on your desk.

"Come on, I believe I was promised lunch."

He's still grinning when you lead him out to the elevator bank, carrying the box of hotteok with him. You have to pause in the courtyard to let him feed you the rest, and manage to talk him into sharing the last one with you since he refuses to eat the whole thing. This time you get to lean up and clean off some caramel that lingers at the corner of his lips. He flushes when your thumb brushes over his bottom lip and then you lick the caramel from it, making you grin.

"Oh how the tables turn."

"Oh shush, are you hungry or not?"

"That depends, are you paying?"

Youngkyun sighs and takes your handbag from you while you’re gloating.

"You know I am."

He never minds you paying for anything except food. It was the subject of more than one playful argument at first until you'd agreed to let him cover food if you could pay when you went for coffee or drinks. It wasn't exactly equal, but it was enough to feel like you weren't just taking advantage of him for his money.

"Suddenly I'm absolutely starving."

Youngkyun tilts his head back and laughs. Your smile feels like it's only a hair away from splitting your face in two as you lace your fingers with his and tug him along.

"Can we get ramen?"

"We can have anything your heart desires sweetheart, just so long as it isn't going to get me in trouble with dad for keeping you away from your duties for too long."

Youngkyun seems to have an endless well of creativity when it comes to planning dates. It's been months now and he still keeps finding things that you haven’t done together yet. You shake your head and turn to your fiancé. He's already taken you to the observatory, the night market, tried many bars and restaurants on his bucket list, set off fireworks at the beach, walked through parks and artist alleys and along the river.

He's taken you to cafés you mentioned thinking were cute, every little indie bookshop in the city and of course had a picnic or three. You even attended a perfume making class together last weekend. You've been wearing the scent you came up with since and it makes Youngkyun smile every time he smells it.

Tonight you're here to see a musical you've heard good things about. You'd mentioned that an actor you like was in it and Youngkyun had immediately gone looking for reviews and planning an evening of it as soon as he was able to get tickets.

"I can't believe you went to all this trouble just because I was curious."

Youngkyun takes your hand and you join the small queue waiting to enter the building.

"I want to do things with you that we both enjoy. You seemed excited about this one so, I figured it was worth a try."

You don’t imagine the way his ears go red as you press a kiss to his cheek.

"If you're going to cover me in lipstick prints, could you wear a brighter colour next time?"

The teasing comment doesn't quite mask how flustered he is. You notice the way his hand trembles a little as he wipes away the small smudge the balm you applied over your lip stain left on his cheek.

"I'll take that into consideration."

When you step back out after the show, clinging to Youngkyun's arm, you tug your coat closer around you. It's much colder now than it had been when you'd entered. Youngkyun pulls you closer into his side, angling you both so that his body breaks the wind for you.

"How does some hot cocoa sound?"

You try your best to keep up with his brisk pace.

"Incredible actually."

Youngkyun slows a little as he notices you struggling. You make your way towards his car, doing your best to avoid the worst of the crowd as it slowly disperses around you.

"So, what did you think?"

You glance up to see him watching straight ahead. Youngkyun has a habit of not making eye contact when he asks important questions. It's almost like he thinks if he doesn't meet your gaze you won't see how much he wants to know the answer and it won't jinx your reply or something. You let him have his cool guy act this time.

"I think... it was definitely worth seeing."

He smiles softly, glancing down at you. Even in heels you're not quite the same height but you don’t mind.

"Yeah?"

You nod. "I'm glad I got to see it with you."

He opens his mouth to say something when you catch sight of a stall around the corner.

"Ooh, bungeoppang! Can we get some?"

Youngkyun follows your gaze to see the street vendor you've spotted and though his sigh is tired and long suffering, he smiles as he lets you lead the way over.

"Only because you're going to pout all the way home if we don't."

You just smile and hurry forward, already scanning the menu of filling options.

"Let's try the one with custard." You turn to find your fiancé closer than you expected. "Please?"

He just laughs at your startled look and the way you tug at his sleeve gently. Youngkyun nods.

"We'll take three."

You blink at him.

"One for you, one for me, and one to share." He clarifies.

You nod. "You know me so well."

He doesn’t stop smiling the entire way home. Not even when you take refuge from the cold inside his car to sit and eat, and you get custard on his nose trying to feed him a peace. If anything, that seems to make it grow. You're not sure you're ever going to understand this man but you're glad he seems to be getting comfortable having you around. You like being friends.

It doesn't last.

You find yourself getting so comfortable so easily it almost seems too good to be true. Even knowing Youngkyun from a distance for most of your life and the circumstances around your engagement don't explain how natural it feels that he’s become the first person you turn to. The one you always want to talk to or lean on. The way your chest warms when he returns that trust and closeness.You'd say he'd taken Youngbin's place but he's not your best friend, not exactly.

You can't quite explain how it's different, just that it is. There's something about the way you don’t feel self-conscious being vulnerable with him that you just can't compare to your friendship with his brother. It's more intimate somehow but maybe part of that is both of your circumstances.

It's a Wednesday when you get voluntold into attending yet another gala for some business partner of you soon to be in-laws. The Kims can't be in two places at once so they'll be attending a dinner party across town while you and Youngkyun play good little heirs. You could have said no but you’re finally getting somewhere at work and you don't want to disappoint Mr. Kim.

For all that he’s been pushing you, he’s also been supportive and you really do like him. You know you can do this job, and do it well, and tonight is your first real chance to prove that to yourself and everyone else.

"I know why YOU have to be there tonight but why do I have to go too?"

You bite back the smile as Youngkyun pouts from where he lays like a starfish on your bed. He's cute when he whines. It doesn't happen very often but you’re starting to like when it does.

"Moral support."

He sighs, staring at the ceiling.

"This is a side effect of making you like me, huh?"

You do smile then, laughing as you lean down to pat his cheek.

"Looks like it buddy."

He blinks, turning to narrow his eyes at you as he nips at your fingers. He really is like a giant grumpy housecat sometimes. He had been half-asleep when you stepped out of the shower twenty minutes ago and you felt a little bad for waking him with the hair dryer but it couldn't be helped.

"We've been over this y/n, it's babe to you."

You probably would have gotten comfortable using pet names with him the way he seems to enjoy throwing them around with you, but his annoyance when you don’t reciprocate is too funny. You can't help teasing him about it any chance you get. You reach over to smooth out the crease between his eyebrows. Annoying him has become one of your favourite passtimes lately. It helps to let out some of the frustration you've built up about work and wedding planning and your parents getting pushier about you and Youngkyun finding your own place.

You know they mean well but their focus on image is an irritant in your relationship at the moment. Especially when their views and those of your in-laws clash and you get caught in the middle. You don’t know how Youngkyun does it, sometimes his patience seems endless. Except with you. Only when you try getting under his skin. Mostly because you enjoy testing it. Part of you thinks he lets you for his own amusement.

"Oh?" You flutter your lashes at him innocently. "Are you deciding for me now?"

He groans. "You hate me."

You shake your head and pat his shoulder.

"If I hated you, we wouldn't be getting married. Come on, we're going to be late if you keep sulking."

He huffs but sits up. You press a kiss to his cheek. It's become normal between you. Youngkyun isn't always the biggest fan of skinship, unless he's initiating, but this is a form of physical affection he allows without too much complaining.

"You're lucky I like you."

He stands and stretches, tucking both hands in his pockets.

"Is there a colour palette for tonight?"

You nod. "I left a new shirt on your bed for you."

Minju wasn't even needed this time. You've seen enough of his dress shirts up close to know his sizing now. It feels a little more domestic than you want to dwell on right now, mostly because you kind of like it.

You're not staring. You're not. You're just admiring that you did well in choosing the sizing. The shirt fits him well and he looks good in green. He always cleans up well but maybe that's just because you're so used to seeing him in casual clothing. He lives in jeans when he isn't being dragged along to functions or business dinners on your arm. His hair is down tonight, the way you prefer it, and it brushes his jaw now at the front.

"Do I have something on my face?"

You blink as Youngkyun strides over, handing you a drink. You accept the glass of wine, shaking your head as he moves to stand beside you.

"No."

You've done your rounds and you're taking a breather along the edge of the room before dinner. Surveying if you will. Youngkyun sips his beer, not looking at you as he speaks again.

"You're allowed to look you know."

"Hmm?"

You turn to him and he shrugs.

"We're engaged y/n, you're allowed to find me attractive."

You study him, trying to decide if he's playing with you. He seems genuine and he's never jerked you around before. You realize that if this is ever going to be any kind of real relationship, then he’s right.

"I always find you attractive."

That makes him blink.

"You do?"

His surprise makes you smile.

"Kyun you're objectively handsome."

You know that can't be news to him. He has to know he's pretty. He just shrugs and sips his beer.

"Objectively doesn't explain why you were staring."

You smile softly. "The shirt looks good on you. Can I not be proud of myself for picking a good outfit?"

He considers this. "Like I enjoyed seeing you in that dress I bought?"

You nod. "Yeah."

He doesn't get a chance to ask anything further as just then one of your executives comes by to introduce his son and ndw daughter in-law. You say your hellos with a smile and then it's time to find your seats. Youngkyun plays his part well, stretching his arm over the back of your chair and putting on the charm as you navigate the dinner conversation. These evenings always seem to go by faster when he's by your side.

You find your hand resting on his knee as you lean in to chat with the couple seated beside him and he takes the opportunity to scoot you a little closer in your chair. The alcohol just keeps coming and though you do your best to pace yourself you have to admit you're tipsy by the time the event ends. Youngkyun steadies you with a hand around your waist as you bid your goodbyes to everyone and you let yourself lean into him.

"Ready to go home?"

You're glad he stuck to just the one beer because getting into a taxi would have been fine, or a rideshare, but there's something about the way he tucks you carefully into the passenger seat of his car that's just much better. You smile at him as he helps you buckle your seatbelt and reach up to brush his hair back behind his ear.

"Thank you for being so good to me."

Youngkyun pauses, moving to crouch beside you instead of leaning over into the car as he listens. You take his hand in both of yours.

"I know I haven't always been as invested in this relationship as you were. And sometimes I've been annoying and frustrating and a lot to deal with. Thank you for being there and listening and taking care of me anyway."

His smile is sad and you lean forward to brush the frown line between his eyebrows with your thumb.

"You don't have to thank me y/n, this is how relationships work. You talk, you work through things and you support each other."

You pout. "Don’t be sad for me. I was sad enough. We're done doing that."

He laughs and squeezes your hand. "Yeah?"

You nod. "Mhm, time for being happy."

He leans up to press a kiss to your cheek.

"I'm glad, I like seeing you smiling."

You tilt your head to watch the way he unfolds until he's standing, one hand lingering on the door.

"You make me smile a lot."

He doesn't reply, just closes the door gently but firmly and walks around to get in. You watch as he climbs into the driver's seat and buckles himself in, just admiring him because you can. His side profile is stunning and you're reaching out to trace your fingertips over his jaw before you catch yourself.

Youngkyun just smiles, taking your hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to each of your knuckles before starting the car. He doesn't let go of your hand the entire drive back. You don't speak but you find yourself watching him most of the way there.

When you stumble back inside, with more than a little help from the hand Youngkyun has around your waist, you turn to him. You're not entirely sure what prompts you to say it but you blurt it out without thinking.

"We should start looking for our own place."

He just smiles. "Your mother's been pushing us to book viewings for weeks and you keep saying no."

You nod. "I changed my mind. I love your family but I want somewhere we can come home to and have it just be us."

His smile grows soft. Your fiancé turns you towards the stairs and guides you with both hands on your hips.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

You focus on getting up to your room without tripping.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

You make it to the landing before you stumble and Youngkyun scoops you up princess style. You yelp and hold onto his neck.

"Relax sweetheart, I've got you."

You trust that he does. He hasn't let you down yet. You relax a little and he starts moving towards his bedroom. You blink as he sets you down on the end of the bed and kneels to slip off your shoes. It feels nice and you roll your ankles, humming softly. He just presses a kiss to your knee and takes your hand.

"Come on, let's get that makeup off."

"Oh, yes please!"

He laughs at your enthusiasm. You clean up side by side, too tired to question how long or why Youngkyun has little travel sizes of all your favourite products in his bathroom. You're glad he does because it makes the process easy. You don’t even have to think about it.

"Help me put my moisturizer on?"

He lends you a shirt and soon you're warm and comfortable, curled up against his chest with the duvet tucked around you.

You wake in almost the same position, Youngkyun's arm slung over your waist and your hands resting against his chest. You're less hungover than you had expected to be so you take advantage of his sleepy state to slip out of his arms and freshen up. Once you've changed and you're ready for the day, you pad down to the kitchen to make breakfast before you both have to rush to work. Thankfully in light of last night you're not expected to be in until a little later this morning so you have time to whip up some kimbap.

It's not fancy but you're not exactly a chef so it'll have to do this morning.

You're just making a fresh pot of coffee when Youngkyun stumbles down the stairs, hair still all ruffled from sleep, and peeks over your shoulder. He rests his chin on top of your head as you pour two mugs.

"Evening shift?"

He shakes his head. "Lunch today."

"Mmm..."

He sips his coffee and migrates over to the island as you bring over the kimbap.

"I have to run after we eat but I'll come to you after work then and maybe we can grab dinner tonight?"

He nods. "Sounds good. There should be some hangover soup in the fridge if you want to take it for lunch."

You shake your head but you’re smiling.

"How are you always prepared?"

He sighs.

"We have a shared calendar, I do use it."

You just lean up to kiss his cheek and put your mug in the dishwasher.

"I've noticed."

You pack up the soup while he finishes eating.

"Can we talk about looking for our own place over dinner?"

You're surprised he remembers.

"I promised you we'd discuss it today."

He always keeps his promises. You know how seriously Youngkyun takes them.

"Yeah, yeah of course. I'll see you later."

He perks up then, looking a little more awake as he stares at you while you grab your things. You just blink until he points at his cheek.

"You're so spoiled."

He widens his eyes and you sigh, stepping over to press a big smooch on his cheek.

"Happy?"

He nods. "Very. See you tonight sweetheart."

You roll your eyes at his refusal to let you leave without a kiss but you're smiling as you get in the car. You never do make it out to dinner.

Youngkyun looks exhausted when you show up at the restaurant just after six. He's waiting in the back, folded into the chair behind the big desk in his office going over paperwork. You can hear the sounds of cooking and cleaning taking place around you. They're already prepared for dinner service up front, tables and napkins and silverware all changed out and ready. There's a few guests eating at candlelit tables and it's not even dark out yet.

You prop your hip against Youngkyun's wooden desk and he looks up with a tired smile, running a hand through his hair. You set your purse on the corner of the desk and slip a hairtie from your wrist, stepping around him to pull it back off of his face. You don’t even think, just gently sweep the dark mop into a little ponytail and tie it up.

His fingers brush your wrist as he reaches up to feel what you've done and smiles.

"Thank you."

You move to step back but you don’t get far. Youngkyun reaches for you, catching your hand in his and tugging you closer as he turns. You end up standing between his thighs as he leans back and just looks at you.

"Like what you see?"

You try breaking up the moment by teasing him but his earnest reply undoes you.

"Yeah. I always do."

You think maybe you know how he felt the other night. You just inhale a deep breath and look at him, really look. His expression is soft, vulnerable. He's opening up to you and hoping it doesn't backfire. He really means it.

You squeeze his hand. "Kyun."

He shakes his head, tugging your hand gently until you let him maneovre you so you're seated on one of his thighs.

"Don’t ask me to take it back."

You can't bring yourself to meet his eyes as his arm slides around your waist.

"I wasn't going to."

He relaxes a little. "Please don't ask me if I'm sure. I've had years to figure out how I feel."

You shake your head with a smile.

"How long?"

He chuckles, playing with your fingers. "How long have I had a crush on my brother's ex girlfriend?"

You scrunch your nose as the way he phrases it.

"Ex-fiancée if we want to get technical."

He just smiles as you lift your head to look at him. He nods.

"Right."

You poke his cheek gently.

"Back to the question."

He turns his head to press a kiss to your finger. You shake your head even though you're smiling.

"How long Kyun?"

He considers for a moment.

"How long have I known I was in love with you? I think I figured that out within the first month of you being back."

You didn't expect that answer. You'd suspected there were feelings growing between the two of you but you hadn't expected them to be so strong. Or so sudden. Youngkyun just laughs at your surprise.

"Trust me, it's been a long time coming. I know you didn't really notice me before, but you were around so much I couldn't not see you."

You let your cheek rest against his shoulder.

"I'll admit I was sort of walking around the world with blinders on." You agree. "I saw you, I just... didn't really stop to look any deeper."

He smiles softly.

"I know. Sometimes you did, just for a minute."

You smile back. "Mm, like that time you were getting bullied in junior high but you wouldn't tell Youngbin about it because you didn't want him to solve all your problems for you."

He flicks your forehead lightly.

"I handled it."

You snort.

"With a little help." He amends.

You nod. "You could have handled it on your own."

He strokes your hair and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Probably. Your solution was much more satisfying though. I don't know that I would have been mean enough."

You do appreciate that about him. How sweet and kind he is. How easily that just comes to him.

"One of us should be a good person."

"Yah!"

Before he can protest and list off your virtues or something you surprise yourself by leaning in to kiss him. It's soft and quick, just a peck really, and when you pull back you let your palm rest against his cheek.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

He blinks at you. "I think it's gone forever. I totally forgot."

That makes you laugh and then he’s the one kissing you this time. One kiss leads two, then three and before you realize it you've shifted to straddle him so you can wrap your arms around his neck. You're so lost in Youngkyun, the softness of his skin under your fingers and the sting of his teeth as he nips at your lip before pulling away to catch his breath, that you don't even hear the door open.

That's how Minju finds you, forehead pressed against his as Youngkyun traces the lines of your face with his fingertips.

"Well, hello there lovebirds."

Her cheerful voice startles you so badly you would have fallen right off of his lap if your fiancé hadn't had one hand pressed against the small of your back. You cling to Youngkyun's shoulders as you try to convince your heart everything is fine.

"Yah! Kim Minju!"

She just laughs. You sigh and Youngkyun's grip on you loosens as you climb off of his lap to right yourself. He looks disappointed and you can’t help leaning in for one more kiss. Minju can just close her eyes. When you finally turn around the smirk on her face is so wide you don't know how it doesn't hurt.

"What are you looking so smug about?"

She just shakes her head as Youngkyun stands up, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

"Oh nothing. I was going to invite you to dinner but I can see you're busy. I'll leave you two to get on with it."

She waddles out before you have a chance to process what she just said. Youngkyun sighs and rests his cheek against your hair.

"She's a menace."

You laugh. "Yeah, but we love her."

He snorts and pulls away but doesn’t disagree. You know he loves his sister just as much as you do, if not arguably more.

"So, about what you said last night."

You turn to watch as he gathers his things.

"About finding our own place?"

He nods, glancing at the pile of paperwork and sighing. He scrubs a hand over his face.

"Yeah, I promised we'd talk but maybe we can do it at home instead of going out?"

You don't care about getting dressed up and going out. Especially not when he looks like he's getting a headache just from seeing the stack of papers piling up on the desk.

"Only if you let me help you with that."

He picks them up, adding them to his bag.

"There’s no point in arguing with you, is there?"

You shake your head. "Nope. Can we get takeout?"

He smiles even as he ruffles your hair and slips an arm around your waist.

"If that's what you want."

"It is."

You grab your purse and let him lead you back outside to your car.

"Also, I'm driving."

He rolls his eyes but doesn't put up much of a fight. You understand why when he dozes off in the passenger seat about five minutes into the drive. You let him sleep. It's been a long few days.

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