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my valentine // yang jeongin (I.N)

my valentine, chapter 1 ~ master list

yang jeongin x reader.

words: 2.2k.

genre: fluff.

summary: you are a fool for love and broken hearts, and jeongin is a fool for you

“I hate them all,” you say into Jeongin’s jumper, trying hard to not blow your nose on it but after having already emptied the only box of tissues in the house, you aren’t left with many options. “All men suck. Except like, two of them.”

“Dare I ask which two?” Jeongin asks, stroking your hair softly and letting you cry on to him for what feels like the hundredth time over a boy.

This always happened to Jeongin. You, his best friend since starting school, would begin talking to this guy you liked, the two of you would grow close and Jeongin would make a conscious effort to smother his feelings for you. Then, aforementioned boy would blow you off and you’d come crying to Jeongin, and as your best friend he would have to comfort you. Following this, whenever he would finally build up the courage to tell you his feelings, you’d find another boy to entertain you.

But this time it had been particularly difficult to support you, as the boy that you had been speaking to you had been since the end of last year, and tomorrow was Valentine’s day. Being the romantic you were, you loved the ideas of dinner and candles and beach walks and cinema dates and just anything that screamed romance. Unfortunately for you, the majority of the boys your age didn’t care for such niceties.

Unfortunately for Jeongin, he did, but you never saw it that way.

“Kim Seungmin is a very decent guy,” you say, “and Nakamoto Yuta.”

“First of all, Yuta doesn’t know you exist, sorry to crush your spirit,” Jeongin says, watching you finally peel yourself from his chest with puffy eyes and a red nose. You wipe the last of the mess away on the back of your hoodie before sighing tiredly, “and Seungmin hates everyone.”

“He loves me.”

“That’s not the point,” Jeongin says with a chuckle, “most people love you, y/n. Besides, what about me?”

“You aren’t a man,” you say blatantly, making Jeongin squeal with laughter. He doesn’t know how to react, but pushes your shoulder anyway as you giggle at his childishness.

“I’ll have you know I am the manliest man-”

“Jeongin you cried last week when Seungmin had taken your juice box at lunch and hid it from you. I don’t think men drink apple juice with a straw,” you say, making him squeal again as he tackles you with a tickle to your sides. You used to be so ticklish as a child, but unfortunately for him you got over that, so now the two of you are just laying beside each other on his bed, his face resting on your shoulder.

“But, out of all the boys, you are my favourite,” you say, poking his nose before rolling over to face him. “It just really, really sucks. I was so looking forward to a fancy Valentine’s date. I even bought a pretty dress for it and everything, Jeongin.”

“Then wear it still,” Jeongin replies halfway in a train of thought, making you raise your eyebrows at him. The two of you sit close enough together that you can see his individual eyelashes, your nose almost brushing his. So many times that the two of you have found yourselves in this position, and so many times Jeongin has dreamed of finally telling you. But he never has, and now definitely isn’t the moment.

“Care to continue that train of thought, bub?” You ask Jeongin, poking his cheek and laughing when he grasps your hand instead.

“Wear the dress, and I can take you out somewhere,” Jeongin says, and your heart launches itself out of the window and into the sky. “It would be really fun.”

“Are you sure Jeongin?” You ask, feeling so soft for your best friend at that moment. He listens to all of your problems, is there through all of your heart aches and still supports every relationship you begin to develop, despite knowing it will most likely fail within a few weeks. Your habit of falling hopelessly for boys so quickly was really becoming a problem, but being the star he is, Jeongin was always there to clear up your problems.

“Of course, y/n,” he grins, giving you your favourite toothy smile of his. “We’ll have a great time!”

“Do I get to know where we are going?” You ask Jeongin, who shakes his head as he pulls out his phone and begins planning the date in front of you, fighting to stop you from looking. The room is filled with your laughter as the two of you play fight, and you remember why you love him so much.

“Just wear the dress and easy shoes, and I’ll pick you up at six,” he winks at you, making you howl with laughter at his weak attempt at being a flirt. Jeongin may be many things - talented, smart, funny, beautiful inside and out - but being flirty was not his forte. He just grew too awkward and red whenever he would speak to a girl that wasn’t you or his mother. Most of the time you found it hilarious, and would try your best to sort it out for him, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t get the hang of it or his cheeks.

Little did you know it was because the girl he would speak to in that manner was never you, and you were the only one he wanted to talk to like that.

The two of you laid in his bedroom for a while longer before your mother called and asked for you home, fearful of a thunderstorm tonight. You roll your eyes before hanging up and sitting up, facing Jeongin who lays in the same position with sad eyes.

“I will see you tomorrow at six,” you say, reaching down to boop his nose again before climbing rather ungraciously over him and leaving his bedroom. When you turn around Jeongin has sat up and is staring at the various photos on his bedroom wall, his face a mystery. You frown, reminding yourself to text him later to check that he is actually okay; so many times recently he has zoned out like this, and it’s beginning to chew at your insides with worry for your best friend.

Even though, theoretically, tonight was just a meal out with your best friend, you were awfully anxious. There was this gnawing feeling in your gut and you were anxious about something going wrong; which, quite frankly, was ridiculous, seeing as Jeongin and you had hung out a thousand times before, and it had only gone wrong on a few number of occasions. One occasion included when Jeongin had tripped you up on a walk beside a river once, you had fallen in and broken your wrist during the fall. But other than that one time, nothing had ever gone disastrously wrong; so why was tonight any different?

Because it was Valentine’s Day, you told yourself. And best friends didn’t hang out on Valentine’s day.

Because of the occasion though you had made an effort to look nice. You had gently curled your hair, hung the earrings your mother had gotten you for your sixteenth in your ears, and worn the pretty dress Jeongin had told you to wear. It was simple, a flowy dress that was white and had a pretty lace skirt, and coupled with a light jacket and leather sandals, you looked as if you were going on a real date.

But that felt unnatural when describing an outing with Jeongin. Date and Jeongin weren’t two words you had ever really thought of together, except from that one time when you were fifteen and you went through an odd month or so of crushing on him. Now, it just seemed… off.

At six o’clock on the dot Jeongin interrupts you from your thoughts by bashing your front door down like he does every time. You roll your eyes as your mother answers the door, giving you an extra second to put on a swipe of strawberry red lip gloss before grabbing your bag and phone. Jeongin stands at the base of your stairs, chatting about how excited he is for tonight with your mother.

He wears dress pants and a white shirt, even with a cute bowtie that brings a smile to your face, yet his usual jacket is slung over his arm and he wears black trainers under the smart trousers. You giggle at your best friend’s attempt at dressing up, alerting both your mother and him of your presence.

“Oh, wow,” Jeongin lets slip, making you blush as you walk down the stairs. Your mother, who wears the brightest smile on her face, pushes the two of you together for a photo. Jeongin laughs, his body awkward as he stands next to you for one photo, then wraps his arm around you for the second. His hand rests ever so gently on your waist, his touch so light like it isn’t even there, but it still makes you feel giddy. Why, you have no idea.

“Have fun kids! Jeongin please have her home at a sensible time,” your mother says, ruffling your curls before waving the two of you a goodbye.

“I have a confession to make, y/n,” Jeongin says, offering you his hand as you both walk down your garden to the street. Suddenly you launch into panic mood, wondering what he has to confess; what if he hates you, or was planning to ditch you tonight, or- “If we want to catch the bus to get to our destination before nightfall, we are going to have to run.”

You burst into laughter, half at yourself for being such an idiot and half at Jeongin’s inability to coordinate things on time. The two of you break into a jog, and you are glad that you stuck to his idea of wearing normal shoes instead of the heels you had debated over.

“Is this why you told me to wear flats?” You ask, your chest aching and legs slightly sore from running to the bus stop once the two of you sit down. Jeongin, with cheeks as red as the bus the two of you sit on, giggles at you, squeezing your hand and keeping it in his.

“Not quite, but I also didn’t think we’d have to run for the bus,” he chuckles as the two of you grin at each other. This is the same bus you’ve caught a hundred times to go into the city, where Jeongin and you would waste whole days trying on the most ridiculous clothing you could find, or eating an insane amount of food at all the new and different restaurants that would crop up over time.

The two of you ride the bus, and despite your pestering, Jeongin refuses to tell you anything about tonight. The two of you catch the bus into the city, and when you expect Jeongin to jump off, he doesn’t. Instead he just squeezes your fist, rests his head on your shoulder and sings for you to wait.

So you do. You chat with Jeongin softly, eventually giving up on asking about tonight and trying to place where on earth the two of you are going. Jeongin tells you how he had to borrow Hyunjin’s trousers for tonight because he didn’t own any smart ones himselves, and they were secretly rolled up and pinned for the occasion. You can’t help but really laugh at this, because only Jeongin would borrow the trousers of his tallest friend and wear them out to an event like this.

He also keeps complimenting you the whole time, and eventually your cheeks are stained with the constant blush on them. The two of you take goofy photos on Snapchat, trying out all of the different filters and spamming all of Jeongin’s friends with the photos. By the time you have tried all of the filters and annoyed the living daylights out of Seungmin, Jeongin pulls you to your feet suddenly and drags you from the bus.

It takes you a second to realise where you are, but when you do, you hug Jeongin tightly and refuse to let go. It was your favourite place to go, and the place that you went to with Jeongin only at this point. The beach.

He knew it was your favorite because the first time the two of you had gone there, you had told him how in love you were with the sea and open skies. With the sun beginning to set and the sea lapping gently against the beach, your heart was overflowing with love for your best friend; only he remembered these things about you.

The two of you wandered along the beach, Jeongin remaining quiet and observant of you as you drunk in the atmosphere around you; almost every restaurant was full of couples enjoying each other’s presence, and it was leaving you feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. When Jeongin brushed his hand across yours, you couldn’t help but cling on to it, wanting to let yourself pretend even for a few seconds that something could happen between him and you. Tonight, you promised yourself, that you’d let this slide. This whole date thing with Jeongin, it was only a one time thing under extreme circumstances, you promised.

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