❪ 紳士 ❫ period comfort royalty au engaged au guard!youngbin x princess!reader 1292 cw ノ menstruation symptoms (cramping, headaches, inability to focus/discomfort), uncomfortable gowns?, not proofread 〃 @lexeees ⸝⸝⸝ the only time i had to write this was while i was working my volunteer shifts and i’m literally posting this on my phone ON A SHIFT but i’m glad i could write smth 🥹 esp for my baby yami i hope you feel better <3 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Youngbin is far too attentive for his own good. Sometimes you wish he didn’t pick up on everything, but it is exactly his attentiveness that makes your brain turn to mush for him every time. He just knows every time you’re extra stressed with tasks, or if something is bothering you, or if you're ever in the slightest pain or discomfort. Even if he can’t solve the problem completely for you, he will always find a way to ease your burden.
A cup of tea, a quick shoulder massage, even just a small smile is enough to make you feel better. You recall when he noticed your dress was making you uncomfortable while you were meeting with important envoys from a neighbouring kingdom. As your guard, it is only his job to keep you safe, but as your betrothed, keeping you comfortable is just as important.
He had slipped behind you and discreetly loosened the laces on your gown, making sure the boning wasn’t digging into your skin and you had enough room to breathe freely. No one in the room ever noticed that anything was amiss. You never got a chance to thank him, but he never needed you to. He does these small things without being asked, and without looking for anything in return. He does them simply because that’s how he is. It’s one of his ways of loving you silently—in a way that only you and him can understand or even notice.
It’s another afternoon filled with far too many tasks than seems reasonable or manageable for just one person. The desk in front of you holds multiple large stacks of papers and letters. Some are trade offers or invitations to formal events. Others hold complaints or notices for the kingdom that need careful responses. And too many for your liking are offers of marriage from distant princes or kings.
At least those are easy to sort through. You hand them off to Youngbin one by one, letting him tear them into little pieces and dispose of them. They all get the same letter of refusal in response. One that has been drafted up for months now; ever since Youngbin claimed your heart and your hand.
Youngbin dismisses the first time you tilt your head in what looks like discomfort. You could just be stretching. He might have read your expression wrong.
But he also notes that you’re taking too long to read the letter in front of you. He’s read it through three times already, yet your eyes seem to not have left the third line yet.
Your eyebrows are furrowed, and you shut your eyes a bit too tightly to pass off as nothing. Youngbin decides to step in, even if he expects you'll wave him off and dismiss his concern in an instant.
“Are you alright, princess?”
You do dismiss him without missing a beat. You shake your head and force your eyes open, drawing them back to the page that seems to be torturous for you to get through. The breath you let out a moment later is a bit too shaky for him to ignore. His hand twitches to hold yours, but he restrains himself.
“Are you in pain, your highness?”
“I’m fine, Youngbin. You don’t need to worry,” you tell him gently. His face shows he doesn’t buy it, but when you flash him a quick smile he seems to relax slightly.
You know your acting can only get you so far when faced with his attentiveness. Barely ten minutes pass before he notices you shifting in your chair and decides he won't let you pretend everything is normal anymore.
“Y/n, you’ve been reading the same letter for the past fifteen minutes, and you look uncomfortable. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
You sigh in defeat, and then you wince, not expecting the pain to hit when it did.
“It wasn’t supposed to come yet.” You glance up at Youngbin. “I thought I still had a few days. My monthly…” you trail off, hoping he gets what you’re referring to without you having to embarrass yourself further.
You shouldn’t be embarrassed, especially not in front of him, but you can’t help shrinking in on yourself at having to admit it. It’s not your monthly cycle that you feel ashamed about, it's the thought of all the work still needing to be done today. If you take the rest of the day off, it will all get delayed until tomorrow, or even later. You don’t want to be the reason responses are sent out late and issues stay unresolved.
Youngbin can't watch while you push through the pain, though. He nods in understanding at your discreet explanation and immediately springs into action.
"You should rest in your bedchamber. I'll have the nurse bring tea and lavender. You should put some heat on it to ease the pain. Sleep would do you good as well," he says, "I'll sort through the rest of these letters while you rest."
You grab his wrist, stopping him before he continues to monologue.
"I don't need the nurse… or the tea. But I would like you to stay," you tell him softly. Youngbin quiets immediately. His fingers slip between yours, thumb caressing the back of your hand.
"Alright. Whatever you wish."
He smiles fondly, and the simple look seems to numb the pain just slightly. He folds up the letter that had been tormenting you and straightens the stacks on the desk. Your steps are silent as you navigate through the corridors back to your room. You put on the same practiced smile and perfect posture each time you pass someone in the halls. Youngbin trails behind you, face stone-cold, curt bows given to court officials on the way.
When you reach your bedchambers, the mask slips off you. Youngbin leads you to the bed, and you don't bother holding back your grimaces from the pain.
Silently, he unclasps your gown, pulling it off your figure. You're left in your undergarments as you slip under the covers. Youngbin sets your dress across the back of one of the armchairs.
"Are you sure I can't call for the nurse? You look pale," he says quietly, concern lacing his tone. You shake your head.
"Stay. I'll rest better if you're here."
"Yes, your highness."
"Not as my guard, Youngbin. I want you to stay as you."
You watch his eyes soften when you say his name. Although the entire palace knows of your engagement, the relationship between you will stay as princess and guard until your wedding day. That was the agreement the king proposed when Youngbin asked for your hand.
Youngbin is dedicated to his job of protecting you, which makes it nearly impossible for him to leave those responsibilities around you. He's always on guard, even when you tell him not to. But today is one of those rare occasions that you seem to have gotten your wish. Youngbin doesn't protest. His stubbornness, which you have reasons to both love and hate, fades for the moment, and he silently gives in to your request.
His weight dips the mattress as he sits down. You grab his hand, tracing over his veins and the dips after each knuckle. His skin is warm and his palms hold callouses from years of sword fighting.
"Hold me," you tell him, closing your eyes. He shifts, gathering you in his arms and resting against the pillows.
His steady breaths distract from the ache in your head and the dull pain in your stomach. It only takes a few minutes for him to lull you to sleep. For you, his arms are the safest place in the world.
Plot: You've tried so hard to stay awake until midnight so you could be the first person to say happy birthday to Youngbin but havin the busy weekend you've had with work you couldn't make it in time.
A/N: Happiest of the birthdays to the best leader to ever exist 🎂❤ He deserves the entire world because he's just so damn sweet and caring ❤ I really hope he has an amazing birthday and that he can fulfill all his dreams ❤❤ Happy birthday Binnie! 🎂❤
P.S: I'm so damn soft right now for him 🤧 sorry not sorry 🤧❤
Taglist -> @ailoveyuta @jaysbestie (let me know if you want to be added!)
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Just a few more minutes. You thought to yourself, forcing your eyelids to stay open for a few more minutes so you could jump into your boyfriend's arms when he arrived home after promotions and be the first human being to say ‘happy birthday’ to him. You perfectly knew he was fine with you falling asleep before he arrived home, he even let you know that a few hours ago when you both talked on the phone. “Babe your health is more important and you know that. It’s okay if you don’t say that before everyone else for a year.” He said on the phone, wanting to make sure you would put your health before his birthday. Little did he know you couldn’t sleep in peace if you didn’t say ‘happy birthday first.
It kind of became a habit to say those insignificant words before everyone else when you met him 3 years ago on that karaoke night when you were trying to forget an asshole and he was celebrating his birthday with his friends. For some reason that day you felt the urge to keep in touch with him and, especially, be the one saying ‘happy birthday’ as soon as the clock hands marked midnight, just like if it were the only opportunity you would get to say it before he faded into the thin air. At first it was cute that you had that little habit but as years went by and now you shared an apartment, he couldn’t really understand why you had that innocent urge. Somehow, it felt like he would go away forever if you didn’t pronounce those words before midnight and yes, you were too afraid of losing him now.
“Baby what are you doing here.” A soft and familiar voice while a soft hand caressed your right cheek. You fell into a deep slumber while remembering his words and how you both met, making you feel so guilty for not being able to be as energetic as he was used to seeing you. “I’m so sorry. I really tried to stay awake for you.” You said half asleep, taking his soft hand in yours and caressing it in a lovely way.
Your sleepy eyes finally met his gleaming ones in the dark room, only illuminated by the soft light coming from a little lamp you both bought on your first day of buying furniture for your brandly new apartment. You took a few seconds to admire the amazing man that was sitting on the floor right in front of you, admiring you as well. Once again, you felt the love he held in his galaxy looking like orbs. You couldn’t help your heart rate going faster, not really knowing how to handle so much love and care. Ever since you both met, it felt like the universe finally danced in peace, like all the negative things faded away whenever you both were together. And today, more than any other day, you needed to stare at him so you could feel all your problems and stress from the past few days fade away.
“I love you.” You quietly said out of the blue. His surprised expression made you giggle, he looked so cute whenever he acted surprised when you said those words. But this time, he was really surprised. But you, on the other hand, never said those words as convinced and confident as you did right there. Those kinds of moments are the ones when you notice and realize how much you love him. Not only because he’s handsome but because you love every single thing about his personality and soul. Even those stupid habits that makes you go mad when he forgets to clean a dish or put his hoodies inside the wardrobe. “I love you too.” He finally said, the word sincere written all over his face as he flashed a soft smile and cupped your cheeks to pull you into a soft kiss full of the love you had for each other.
“Don’t you have anything else to say?” He said with a teasing tone as he got in the bed after getting in his comfortable pyjamas and after tugging you into the warm blankets. “Happy birthday, idiot.” You said, smiling widely yet tiredly as you snuggled into his arms and inhaled his beautiful scent that never failed to make you feel at home. “That’s my little star.” He said, tightening his embrace around your cold body, ready to go into deep slumber like you did a few minutes ago while waiting for him.
You both met when you had a broken heart, when you weren’t the true ray of sunshine self he always loved you to be. But you definitely met right when you both needed, right when you both longed for true love and someone to wake up next to and that said ‘I love you’ without hesitating. You both longed for a loved one and you found each other right there and right then. Making his birthday wish of finding someone he could love come true.
congrats again, love <3 may I request dad+ B,L,R+ Hwiyoung, please 🥺 take your time and take care, mwah 😘💋🥰❤️❤️
I love you sm 🥺 P. S. I think I might end up crying while writing these :3😭
Something small cause I've to write music records :(
Requests for my event are open till 30th September!
Warnings: TOOTH. ROTTING. FLUFF.
B - Bump (How does he react when your bump starts to show)
He, somehow manages to get even more clingy. Like, level 5 clingy. Level 1 is normal, platonic. Level 2 is relationshippy. Level 3 is post sex close 👀. Level 4 is when you told him you were pregnant. And hence level 5 now.
He will always have a hand on your waist or belly preferably 🥺. Just looking at it and randomly breaking into his gummy smile. Cause you're making a tiny human. His tiny human. And it's also so abrupt as well, like you're talking to someone on the phone and he just shows up next to you and either rubs your belly or bends down to place a kiss on it 🥺🥺 Do you wanna imagine how that'll feel? I'd be scared lmao 💀
L - Lullaby (Does he write one or sing one he was sung)
Oooo write one. Definitely. No doubts. Literally just confesses his eternal love for you and your baby in it. In multiple its 🥺
R - Rose (How will he react when his kid makes something for him)
He pretends to be strong okay? But the moment your kid leaves to do their other activity, he will not even try to stop the tears from cascading down. Then with those teary eyes he will admire the gift more. Tbh he won't stop till you come and console him. No matter how many times he receives cute lil gifts from lil Kyun, that's his go to reaction ಥ_ಥ
“I don’t think I can do this,” Youngbin said looking down at his feet that now had shoes with wheels on them.
“Come on,” you said. “It’ll be fun!”
Youngbin saw how you smiled and the way your eyes sparkled with excitement about the date. The rink had a few couples skating hand in hand and kids racing each other. Youngbin felt confident about the way he moved with dancing, but not when it came to roller skating.
“I won’t let you fall. I promise.” You grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers. Youngbin face went red and squeeze your hand tightly.
“ want some? “ you asked Youngbin as you handed him some popcorn while the both of you watch some movies he had put on a while ago. He nods his head and grabbed a handful of popcorn from your bowl and stuff it messily into his mouth. “ yah! Why did you do that its everywhere now “ you laugh and hit his chest playfully.
He laugh but keep throwing popcorn at you. “ stop throwing it you’re going to make a mess “ you said as you block all the popcorn attack from him. “ i’ll clean it up tomorrow morning dont worry too much “ he giggles and put the bowl of popcorn away. He put his arms around you and hug you tight. You can feel his breath on your neck as he leaves small kisses on it. He let out a heavy sigh while slowly caressing your back.
“ im going to miss you “ he said making himself sad because he had to leave you due to touring. He loves his job so much, travelling around the world with his 8 brothers. Performing for dearest Fantasy that loves them endlessly.
“ you can call and facetime me anytime you want baby “ you said although your heart aches at the thought of him leaving you. “ its not going to feel the same as holding you right now “ Youngbin pout sadly. Heck you want to kiss the hell out of him right now and of course you did.
He brings his hand and cupped your face as he kissed you passionately as if its the last time you guys are going to kiss. He smiles between the kisses at how beautiful you look right now wearing one of his favourite hoodie. Getting you closer as if you guys are not close enough.
You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath. " Im so proud of you, you work really hard to be where you are right now. " You caress his face while looking at him with pure adoration.
His face turn red at your words. He's always so shy whenever you try to compliment him. You laugh at his reaction and give him kisses all over his face. He nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck as he leaves small kisses on it while softly mumbling sweets words and compliments you. “ you really being so soft right now my heart cant take it “ You giggle that makes Youngbin keep on kissing you and cuddling to you even more.
“ I love you so much princess no one can really make me this soft. Only you “
❪ 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.
Nightmare: The word nightmare is derived from the Old English mare, a mythological demon or goblin who torments others with frightening dreams. The term has no connection with the Modern English word for a female horse. The word nightmare is cognate with the Dutch term nachtmerrie and German Nachtmahr (dated).
The sorcerous demons of Iranian mythology known as Divs are likewise associated with the ability to afflict their victims with nightmares.
Pairing: Boyfriend!Youngbin x genderneutral!reader
Word count: 800 words
Warnings: Brief mentions of sleep paralysis
Genre: slight horror in the beginning, extra fluff in the end
Plot: Once again, that terrorific black creature visits you during you sleep but fortunately Youngbin is there to protect you
A/N: I'm sorry this is so short but I just finished watching a movie about this and felt the urge of writing this little drabble with Youngbin because yes, just like everyone else, I'm a simp for him after this comeback 🙂 hope you guys enjoy it ❤❤
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(02:00 am)
Your body feels numb. It is hard for you to make a simple gesture like moving or even breathing. It is even hard for you to move your eyes even though you can still do it. As the clock hanging on the wall of your beautiful room that suddenly seemed to be so dark and terrifying kept ticking its hands as seconds went by, you felt like you chest tightened. Not with fear, not with pain. Just as if oxygen started to become scarce. You feel an overwhelming feeling as you see a large and weird black creature watching you curiously from the frame of the small door. Everything seems to be so small next to that strange creature. Everything seems to be so terrifying around that creature. But all you can do is mirror its actions and stare back at it like it trapped you in its soul. Could you even call it a soul or was it a demon? You had no idea. The only thing you could know was that you didn’t want to stare at it anymore. You wanted to quit. You wanted to stop staring at it and you wanted to scream your lungs out until your voice was gone. You’re trying to scream, cry, anything that could tell you you were only dreaming but no words or sounds were coming out of your sealed lips. Not even a single tear could be shed by your closed eyes even if you tried so hard.
“Hey, hey, hey, babe it’s okay I’m here.” A sweet and endearing voice pulled you out of your terrifying trance. As soon as you can finally open your eyes, you meet Youngbin's worried expression. For a slight second, you didn’t even know where you were or who you were with but as soon as he pulled you into his arms, you felt safe once again. “Everything’s okay. I’m right here and you’re safe. I would never let anything hurt you.” He said, holding you in a strong embrace, softly caressing your hair. Finally, those tears you were willing to let go of your eyes were now streaming down your soft cheeks and soft sobs were finally leaving your lips. You suddenly felt two soft hands cupping your wet cheeks and pulling your face up so you could meet the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen.
“Was it that nightmare again?” Youngbin asked, slightly worried about you having that terrible nightmare once again. “I don’t want to go back to sleep.” You cried into his chest as he tightened a bit more his already strong embrace. “You can't quit sleeping babe… I know it is hard but you have to sleep.”Youngbin said, trying his best to convince you to go back to sleep. Once again, he showed you his friends called him a dad for a reason. “Come here, let me shower you with kisses so that’s the only thing you can think of! If you think of me, you will dream of me!!” He said jumping in excitement in your shared bed, like a small kid. You couldn’t help smiling a little bit at his cute actions. You have never been able to find out what could make you so lucky for having someone as amazing as Youngbin was as a boyfriend. So caring. “And while I kiss you, why don’t we tell each other some stories? I can even sing to you if you want.” He said, already getting close to your nose where he placed the first peck of the many more he would give you tonight. “I. Love. You. So. Damn. Much.” He said, pecking random nooks of your face in between his words to end up his words pecking your soft lips. “You should stop wearing that watermelon chapstick. Otherwise, I won’t be able to stop kissing you.” He said, pecking your lips once again. This time the kiss was a bit deeper and full of the love you had for each other. “Who said I want you to stop?” You answered smiling and crushing your lips with his once again.
A few more minutes passed and you were finally resting your head on his chest, hearing the soft and rhythmic sound his heart made inside his ribcage mixed with the soft sound of his sweet voice humming to your favorite song, making sure the only thought clouding your mind this time was him and only him.
Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.
Author's Note: Got the idea at literally 3am. And I cried a lil while writing this. I do recommend reading this when you have a bad day. Because I have to say it is cute.
Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍
Warnings: All ages and written with she/her pronouns but everyone can read it. (nothing specified with respect to anatomy, appearance, etc of reader). Nothing really. Just pure fluff. Slowburn and crappy ending because I went blank 😂💀
Summary/Pre-Requisite: Youngbin and Y/N are in a well established relationship. But it isn't enough.
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Youngbin smiled at the small box in his hand. He can't believe he is actually going to do this. How can something as little as this be the source of so much joy, he didn't know. Maybe it was her. Or the fact that it was for her, from him. An eternal promise to love her till his last day, last hour, last minute and final breath. Well there is still much time to worry about that now though.
Loving Y/N is definitely the best decision he took without having to take it. Loving her, was as easy as breathing the fresh morning air. Listening to her talk was his favourite sound in the entire universe. Watching her dance goofily is his ideal view, other than when she's paying attention to something. Her face looks so cute when she's concentrating, he almost feels like he can cry over her adorableness.
Watching her from across the room, her movements, the way she smiles and makes everyone around her laugh with her silly jokes only adds to one of the many reasons why he loves her. She is the brightest light in his life, illuminating his existence with unfiltered joy and eternal love and affection.
He loves it when she snuggles up to him, wrapping her small arms around his torso and asks him what he's doing with her honey sweet voice, never fails to make his heart melt and burst with adoration. He loves it when she sleepily moves closer to him, like a pair of magnets, because she feels cold and knows that she can always rely on him to keep her warm.
He loves it when she bonds with his members and treat them and scold them like they are her children. Although he loves it more when she becomes a source of reassurance not only to him but also to his little brothers. He loves it when she helps them with anything, no matter how small the help may be. Since he is treated like the Dad of the group, Y/N automatically became the Mom and he couldn't wish for someone more perfect then her for that role.
He loves her understanding nature, her positive spirit, her overly motivating presence, her genuine compliments and concern. He loves the way she looks at him, like he's the only man in a room full of people. Her eyes reflecting the same twinkles of his eyes, with just as much love when he looks at her.
He loves when she slightly shuts her eyes when he moves her hair out of her face. He loves it when her small frame hugs him so tight he can barely stand still. He loves it when she plays with his hair when he takes a nap on her chest. He loves how her hand fits into his perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle.
If there was one thing he could do again, it would be to go back in time and fall in love with her all over again for the first time. Everyday, she gives him something new to love about her. Whether it be her shy smile, her blushy flustered face or the way she gets excited when she sees something cute, the way she coos his puppy to sleep, the way she always makes him feel better on a bad day and so many more things that may seem insignificant to her, but are never to him, makes him fall for her harder and deeper in love than he ever thought possible.
"Hyung! HYUNG!!! "
Snapping back to reality, Youngbin sees a wide eyes Chani looking at him with a questioning expression.
"What? "
"Were you daydreaming about Noona again? Why are you so distracted today? "
"It's nothing Chani-ya. She just makes me happy. That's all. Did you tell the camera crew that I need them this evening? "
"Yes I did Hyung. That's what I was telling you as you were zoned out. I don't even want to imagine what it's going to be like when you get married. We probably won't get anything done at all since you will be distracted all the time. " Chani said in a factual manner.
"Okay that's a bit excessive. And you haven't found someone whom you love as much right now. You will understand better when you do. Till then I can't really explain this." The older said smiling lighty as she took over his thoughts again. Rolling his eyes, Chani patted his leader and left wordlessly.
"This is nice. The air isn't as humid as I thought it would be. " Y/N said as she walked next to her lover, fingers intertwined, arms swaying back and forth as they moved forward. Stopping still he twirled her around till she faced the railing covering the boundary of the lake. Giggling she wrapped his arms around her so he could hug her, keep her warm, even though she wasn't as cold yet.
Resting his chin on her head, he sighed heavily, feeling content with his beloved in his embrace. Oh how he could stay like this forever and never leave. Hmm. She's right. The air is just perfect. Like her. And it is definitely the perfect weather, to take the next step most relationships do.
Looking up at the sky, the stars shine bright, twinkling and shimmering beautifully. Taking this as a positive sign from the universe, Youngbin hugged Y/N tighter, knowing that it's now or,well later but now is nice. Turning her head to her lover, Y/N stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.
Breathing out the two lovebirds stared up at the star filled night sky. The soft wind getting stronger with time, but not too strong to have any effect yet. Just a light breeze that can be felt. Like the love that's surrounding them, keeping them warm from the exterior and from within.
"Oh! Did you see that! That star is shining the brightest." Youngbin said pointing at a distant star.
" Which one? " Y/N stepped forward by one step, trying to see the star he pointed out.
" That one? " She asked again, this time she was the one pointing.
" No. The one standing in front of me right now. "
Drawing her hand back to her body, her heart thumping strongly in her chest. Now, what had happened when they hugged is that Y/N had felt a small poke on the side of her thigh, where Youngbin's jacket was over on her. So being the smart young lady she is, Y/N knew. She knew what was happening. And it wasn't just feeling the poke, she's been feeling like this for some days now. And she knows that he has too.
Slowly turning around, Y/N was faced with her lover, who was down on one knee, holding a small box with the cutest ring she had ever seen. To say that Y/N.exe had stopped working was an understatement. She stood there, as though she was frozen. Looking up at her, Youngbin breathed heavily and started.
" When I met you for the first time, I never thought that you will love someone like me. So I was happy to settle being just your friend. But we both started liking each other at the same time. I asked you out and you agreed to date me. I never thought that you would actually date me for a long time because I've, well I was thinking that you deserve better. But you told me and made me belive different. And I am really really grateful that you did. And as time progressed, we both grew to love each other so much. You know all of this already, but saying this out loud, makes me sure that I want more. You, have helped me grow into a better person, over the time that we have dated. You, motivate me and drive me to do better, because even if no one did, you knew my limit and my capabilities. You, make me the happiest I've ever been. So will you please make me a little bit more happier by becoming my fiancee and the happiest, in the near future, when you become my wife? Will you marry me? "
Y/N stares at him, while breathing through her mouth. The only sound that's heard is the soft wind.
" Yes. "
Y/N gets down on her knees, in front of her lover, sweet tears of shock and joy streaming down her face.
" Yes. I will marry you Kim Youngbin. "
" Hyung!!! Congratulations!!!!!! "
Breaking his face into a grin, Youngbin removes the lovely and intricately detailed ring and puts it on Y/N's finger delicately. Kissing her left knuckle, Youngbin realises he is crying as well. Sobbing out loud Y/N throws her arms around him, making him tumble backwards a little. Laughing a little, Youngbin slowly wraps his arms around her, caressing the back of her head as he looked up at the sky, trying to stop the tears from falling down his cheek.
Hugging each other tight for what seemed like forever, they move away from each other's embrace upon hearing clapping sounds and cheers from the young men and their team who have now approached them.
Standing up Y/N couldn't help but hide her face in her lover's chest. Kissing her forehead, Youngbin thanked everyone.
" Let's all celebrate! Dinner is on us. " Youngbin stated looking you. Smiling you nodded you head in agreement as everyone around you cheered and wiped their tears away.
It all felt like a dream. But it wasn't. It was reality. A reality that she was so thankful to have. Smiling till their cheeks hurt, Youngbin and Y/N not couldn't wait till they were married and called as Husband and Wife.
