When The Other Boys Find You Cuddled Up Together ~ Astro Reaction
MJ:
A soft smile formed on Dongmin’s face as he walked out of his room, quietening down straight away as he looked to the sofa in the middle of the dorm. It had been a while since he’d seen you, but at last you were back.
“They’ve not moved for ages,” Minhyuk remarked as he too walked out of his room and noticed Dongmin looking at you.
Dongmin’s smile turned up even more as he listened, “poor Y/N must be knackered from travelling.”
Minhyuk nodded in agreement with Dongmin as they both sat on the sofa opposite to the two of you. “Usually I want to do something to annoy them, but they look too settled for me to want to do that today.”
“You just feel sorry for Y/N’s jetlag, that’s all.”
“If it was just Myungjun asleep right now I’d have a cold glass of water over him in a flash,” Minhyuk proudly admitted, bringing another laugh out of Dongmin. “But, seeing as it’s Y/N the water can save for another day.”
“Shall we give the two of them some space?”
“They’ve got the space of a whole sofa,” Minhyuk scoffed, “as much as I love Y/N, she’s still a guest in our dorm Dongmin.”
“Don’t let Myungjun hear you say that.”
JinJin:
A groan came from Sanha as he walked off the set, greeted straight away by the sight of Jinwoo sat in one of the chairs, you positioned in his lap with your eyes tightly shut, Jinwoo snoring lightly just beside you.
“What’s that grumble for?” Moonbin quizzed as he caught up with Sanha to see what the problem was for him to sigh.
Sanha pointed to his left straight away, “these two…again…he only walked off set seconds ago.”
A sympathetic laugh came from Moonbin as he studied the tight hold that Jinwoo had around you. “You know what the two of them are like, once they start cuddling it’s inevitable that they’ll just fall asleep.”
“Can’t they just save it for the dorm?”
“It seems not,” Moonbin couldn’t help but laugh, throwing his hand against Sanha’s shoulder. “If it means that he performs better on set then that’s all that we’ve got to worry about, and it’s keeping him quiet.”
“But it’s making me want to be sick, Bin.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” Moonbin jokingly scolded, “this could be you one day if you eventually get yourself a girlfriend.”
“I’d never be as bad as these two.”
Cha Eunwoo:
A loud laugh escaped from Minhyuk as he answered his phone, quickly calling the rest of the boys over. He zoomed in on the photo that he had been sent so that everyone could see what it was that he had found.
“Is that Dongmin? And Y/N?” Jinwoo laughed as he peered over Dongmin’s shoulder, “how did you get your hands on that?”
A shrug of the shoulders came from Dongmin, “I got sent it by a friend who’s working on his drama.”
The boys broke out into a fit of chuckles as they all made sure to get a good look at the photo. “Make sure that you keep a hold of that Min, you never quite know when we might be able to use that against him.”
“Are you blackmailing him with it?”
“Perhaps,” Moonbin proudly smiled in response to Jinwoo’s question, “just imagine his face when we ask him to do something and one day show him that photo of their cuddle when he tells us he’s not doing it.”
“That does sound like something fun for us.”
“See, it’s perfect,” Moonbin chuckled to himself. “Minhyuk, make sure you keep that photo, we’ll get some good use from that.”
“It’s already there in my camera roll.”
Moonbin:
An appreciative smile formed on Myungjun’s face as he was handed the keycard for your hotel room. He called out your names only to be met by silence, finally walking into the room to find you both on the bed.
“Did you find them? Are they alive?” Sanha joked as he caught up to Myungjun, only to find you both fast asleep too.
Myungjun nodded as he pointed in your direction, “I think jetlag caught up with some people.”
A roll of the eyes came from Sanha as Dongmin appeared just behind his shoulder. “They’ll kill us if we wake them up now, maybe we could save them something for dinner or bring some bits up to the room for them.”
“Moonbin does love his food.”
“He loves Y/N much more than food though,” Myungjun reminded Sanha as he spoke, “I think he’d be much angrier if we woke him up from a cuddle with Y/N, we all know just how much he loves one of those.”
“Do you think he’ll mind eating a cold dinner?”
“If he gets a cuddle from Y/N out of it, I think he’ll be alright,” Dongmin chuckled as once again Sanha asked the question.
“Let’s not let our dinner get cold too then.”
Rocky:
A snigger came from Jinwoo as he came back out from the dressing room, holding his hand up and stopping the rest of the boys from walking in. They were far from impressed as they searched for rest after their rehearsal.
“We’re not allowed in here,” Jinwoo tried his best to tell them all, “it looks like Y/N and Minhyuk are fast asleep.”
Moonbin stepped forwards, only to be pushed back again. “I said we can’t go in and disturb them.”
Sanha stepped forwards too just beside Moonbin, “where are we supposed to sit if we can’t even go in our own dressing room? We have to sit out in the corridor because those two might look slightly cute.
“Take a look for yourself.”
“I’ll do just that,” Moonbin retorted, nudging past Jinwoo to be able to look at the two of you, only to stop as he found you both. “Oh,” he stuttered as he looked at you both, “I guess they do look pretty cute after all.”
“See, let’s just give them a few minutes to rest.”
“A few minutes is all they’re getting,” Moonbin told the rest of the boys, “they might be cute but they’re not that cute just yet.”
“I knew we’d be able to convince you.”
Sanha:
The boys were quickly shushed by Dongmin as they made their way into the dorm, only to find you and Sanha laid out across the sofa with his arms holding onto you, making sure that you didn’t roll and fall.
“That’s our sofa,” Myungjun complained in a hushed whisper, “we go for ten minutes and they steal out spots.”
Several shakes of the head came from the boys, “we can’t move them, they look so comfortable.”
Moonbin was the first to step towards you both, leaning over the sofa as he spotted the faint smiles that were on both of your faces. “Look at how adorable they are, it’s like they purposely try to make us jealous.”
“They don’t do that.”
“I bet they planned this,” Myungjun agreed, trying his best to control the volume of his voice. “They probably wanted us to find them so that we’d all be reminded of how single we are compared to the two of them.”
“Or, they could just be really tired right now.”
“Don’t excuse this,” Myungjun warned Minhyuk as he offered a more reasonable possibility, “we can’t let them get away with this.”
Request: y/n and Bin got into an argument but it snowed and they make up
“Why do you freaking care about it if I don’t?” Your voice cracks, the tears were stuck and choked you from the inside. -“Because I care for you, have you thought about it?” He yells back.
It was too silly for a good reason to argue with your boyfriend, you love each other but everytime you get into an argument you felt like taking the door out of its place and throw it on him. Well, fortunately you knew how to brush these thoughts away. Bin took his bag and headed towards the door, he knew you too well and thought you just needed some time to yourself to calm down.
“Where would you go? It’s 2am.” You cross your arms against your chest and lean on the wall, waiting for him to turn around and throw his bag back on the soft. -“Anywhere but to keep arguing with people I love and care for.” His words were like a knife to your heart, you love him too deep inside, but anger filled you at the moment. He seems to sound hurt, he is.
As soon as he left your place, you were sinking deep in your thoughts. Somehow, tears haven’t left your eyes, although you were able to cry when feeling like this.
Your eyes notice the ground outside cover in white, it was beautiful. Too beautiful. It made you feel just a little bit better.
And then you noticed his shadow.
It was freezing cold outside and now also snowing, you just couldn’t leave him there, no matter what your temporary emotions are. You heart aches at the thought of him walking down the cold streets in the middle of the night.
You walked towards your door, looking at him standing there like a snowman, standing still. He didn’t plan leaving anyways. Well, that’s what he let you think.
“Let’s forget about it, just… can you please come in and not stand there like that?” You raise your voice for him to hear and he turns around, the slightest smile appears, exposing his shaking teeth. -“Only if you make hot chocolate.” He playfully replies. “That’s all? Well, I’d stop the snow for you if I could.” His heart warms at your words, although it feels like freezing outside where he still stood.
-“I’d do the same for you.” He says when he approaches and enters your place.
“I know.” You shortly reply and head together to the kitchen.
genre: suggestive romantic stuff, with a tiny bit of angst
pairing: tattooist!moonbin x reader.
warnings: none ? just a minimal language, and kinda heavy making out... yeah
- summary: sanha, the well known skater, had an older brother. and maybe his best friend y/n was too in love to proper think.
a/n note: this is kinda long and emo, it's just my first time writing in this genre so hfjbfn sorry in advance. gender neutral, also for a special friend who encouraged me to post on her birthday. planning on do stuff for the other boys soon. :)
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[1:02AM]
putting a bit of effort into it you open your eyes, tired after waking up from what felt like a long nap.
your head still was unsettled, confused, looking around the place you found yourself at. by some point then you manage to recognize the living room and the nice sofa on which you were lying, such things from nothing less nothing more than the comfy, simple house of your best friend, sanha.
honestly no matter how much you tried to recall it on your mind, nothing reminded you of what could have happened for you to wake up there. despite how it was already one habit of yours to often visit this house where the tall, half black half blonde haired boy used to greet you in with his bubbly smile several times, and of course with his extra peculiar style, ripped pants, bandaids and chaotic printed t-shirts you always thought to be funny.
to be friends with a professional skater since high school days wasn't so bad, after all sanha was indeed one of a kind, such a mature and high spirited boy. he was such a nice goofball, always ready to talk about any topic, share taste on music or learn new things, the actual opposite of what people say about someone like him. sanha has always been an amazing friend, making you feel comfortable and your days a lot lighter every time you went to see him after dealing with responsibilities.
whether your short visits were to spend some time for both of you to help each other with things about studies or just when you missed spending time with him, you were already a common guest. for textbooks and notes purposes or for when it'd all turn into laughs, popcorn and your best friend's favorite games, or even in skate competitions he used to bring you with him at the square down street.
or else, when you'd also come to secretly see the black haired handsome man always on his casual clothes living there with your friend, who at the time he was home would stay sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes doing his works outside at the small desk near the garden, sometimes practicing sketches in his own room.
sanha introduced him as his older brother bin, who unlike him was a lover of all kinds of arts. whom you shouldn't pay so much attention to, but before your mind could go against it all of your thoughts were just as they ended up. constantly filled with him, with the need to see him everyday.
however now instead of going on trying to figure out any other possibilities to what could've brought you there, or even letting your thoughts wander over sanha's brother again, you hear calm footsteps approaching and immediately close your eyes, burying yourself on the sofa's recline. there you pretend to be still asleep, yet not understanding why your first reaction was like this, if it could be just your best friend.
for a few minutes the atmosphere remains monotonous, but soon enough turns tense as you feel someone come too close. two strong muscular arms embrace you carefully, bringing a sweet smell of shampoo you instantly could recognize so well. since the time when, in a game match with your best friend and his brother, both you and sanha attacked him with tickles for being the loser, as a form of punishment. you'd never forget it, for how it was your very first time hearing bin's boyish giggles, and touching his so silky, smooth hair, like a thin fabric tinted by the late night hues.
all of this together sent your heart pounding madly, already knowing who was there with you, especially when his jaw's downy skin brushes against your face for the proximity. at first he made a kind of awkward attempt to put you into his arms, in a position you could be carried comfortably. after one more try he gets to pick you up, and just when he easily manages to hold you firmly in bridal style, taking you off the couch like a light plush on his arms, nervousness started taking over you in silence as you couldn't assimilate where he planned to carry you to.
albeit a bit sudden at times and without much control of his own strength, except when you saw him drawing extremely detailed lines with his tattoo needle for customers at the studio he worked in, to where once sanha took you to bring him lunch, albeit he was too broad and intimidating, and his own homemade food didn’t always come out good for that little rough way of his no matter how hard he tried to do something thinking of you and sanha, albeit it all bin was always too gentle, too loving. it was so much whenever he'd open his mouth to talk with such sweetness and even a tiny bit of timidity to express his thoughts, even though how excellent he is with words, all of his little 'eh?'s when he'd be confused or cute neck scratches, you'd never believe he'd be a professional tattooist for years. he could normally work for all kinds of people, from madams to rockers, and do any type of drawings, from small daises to pretty complicated dragons and skulls. you'd have no clue of it if sanha didn't tell you, also about the fact bin always wanted to be a dancer, but because it was just the two of them and life tends to adapt itself according to necessities, he never thought about doing tattoos, yet casually came to work on it with time.
outside his job bin always took good care of his younger brother, though the troubles sanha would occasionally cause or how mischievous he could be even with him, and bin had to hit his head sometimes. all of his gestures were always docile, humble, treating you as if he was also a friend, and always being a real gentleman. not mentioning the countless times he had his crescent moons smile on up his eyes, just utterly enchanting.
all of this inevitably got you even more lovestruck, and your heart weak, no matter how hard you tried to muffle down those feelings. bin remained as the only man whose your mind and its daydreams for hours never grew tired of, the only one who gave new colors to your days. the more you knew him the more you were sure you couldn't be in any other way than hopelessly in love with him, too affected whenever he'd be around.
before you'd notice it you were thinking about this, about all you kept hidden inside for him. so you just settled yourself to forget what would be going on and let him believe you were really asleep, although in fact tension ran down your nape feeling his body's warmth, heat uncontrollably up your face while you leaned against his large chest.
after a few minutes of more footsteps sounds on stairs and doors opening through he carried you, bin stops at a certain point, slowly placing you carefully over another soft material, which you deduced to be of a bed.
you held yourself static, thinking he'd soon leave you there to rest and go, as you figured out sanha's brother probably would do so by his cordiality. nevertheless almost all at once you were simply taken aback when the male leaned on the bed, and slowly on top of you. his elbows and one knee supported him over, in such a way that made you too weak under his figure covering yours up, as if he was like a huge brown bear in charge. shivers hardened your shoulders, as you feel a heavier breath against your face.
"i know you're awake." he says softly, yet his characteristic boyish voice sounding way huskier than normally. you instantly open your eyes in disbelief over what you've heard, and just so your cheeks turns crimson, realizing how both of you were just few centimeters apart. his stunning almond eyes sparkled brightly into the room, dark and hooded while staring deeply at you. every one of his features on his manly face were lined on a serious expression, seeming concentrated, but almost fatal.
"bin.." all you could do was just mutter his name sheepishly over embarrassment, only to get a sigh from him in response. "shh..." his index finger lightly touches your mouth, tracing its tip to the corner of your lips, your hands starting to sweat cold just by the small contact with his digits.
bin then suddenly towered over you, without removing his intense brown irises from yours and rests his arms around your face, so his long fingers would now caress your hair. solely in this move his body quickly cornered you on the bed by his height. butterfly swarms rush into your stomach, as for a few minutes both of you kept quiet, staring intently at each other.
you swallowed hard. any trivial action like breathing now seemed dull, with him there so close to you as never. bin was like the definition of being drop dead gorgeous, every detail, every fiber of him exuded beauty, to almost seem unreal. through these few seconds watching him you couldn't keep your eyes from wandering, over each one of them. his thin, dainty rosy lips, which looked a little swollen, begging for another one's touches. black hair strands resembling the universe's dark matter hovering messy on his slightly sweaty forehead, and over his expressive frowned eyebrows. soft, milky skin which became a little more flushed as he stared at you, thick neck exposed by his t-shirt colar, wide shoulders covered by his cardigan tucked on his elbows.
oh everything about him was, so breathtaking.
although you couldn't understand why he was doing this, for how in your head you wondered why such an attractive man like him, who anyone would want to have, was there looking this way at someone so simple, still you couldn't hold back such things he made you feel. too many things screaming for you to let them out. and it was just the same for him.
"you know what.. damn it.." you heard bin break down the silence with a shaky whisper, and before you'd realize or question anything he placed your noses together in a soft brush and collided your lips with his eagerly, both of you sighing in the contact.
fear still was the main emotion taking over you, even though you closed your eyes right away and gave in to him, millions of beautiful sensations coursing through your veins at once. you simply didn't have any idea on how to act, what you should do in the first place all because of the frozen state his attitude caused, something you'd hardly come up with in your dreams by how far out of your reach you thought it'd be. however now you just put everything aside, gradually melting away with your knees getting weaker, as you felt bin kissing you in an irresistibly slow, delicate way.
not even through any of your deductions with yourself you'd imagine these little things which had your heart to almost explode now, that his nose would be so soft, and his lips would taste so sweet, velvety in their texture extremely hot and moist, pressing and moving gently as if they were massaging yours. easily you were found anesthetized, like one who reaches the ninth cloud. when they started to move more, just a bit hungrier between small sucks created by him and nibblings on your lower lip, you began to gradually further correspond them into the kiss, wherein he lets out quiet sounds, his pulsations so out of control and his cheeks burning red just as, or perhaps even more than you.
bin was still trying to not lose his composure. still trying to keep the feelings he had hidden for you from being all poured out at once, like a waterfall.
since the first time when sanha introduced you to him as his best friend, after he came home from a rough day at work. since then when you smiled saying your name and he could sense flowers blooming all over his chest, stealing the air on top of his lungs. to every time you locked eyes for too long or your hands accidentally touched his when you'd volunteer to help him in the kitchen. every little conversation, every time you patted his shoulders to encourage him when his brother would as well, never looking intimidated, like most people he knew.
he didn't want to show each drop of his honesty so fast in case you wouldn't flinch, but it was too hard when he had you there kissing him back, only the two of you in this moment, feeling you not repress him but otherwise, just wanting his touches as much as he's been longing for yours. he couldn't help but lose his mind more and more into each of your small actions. your hands timidly plugged on his waist, almost embracing it while his warm, long fingers intertwined with your hair strands, that somes mixed a little in his bangs, or your leg unconsciously poking his. in a way that without noticing bin tightened his arms more around you as well as the pressure of his chest, looking for more and more closure to you.
it didn't take long until the male would part his lips like a bud's petals, and so you shudder with his hot tongue there rubbing your lower lip, asking for entrance. you just give in not even being able to think through all the flustering this new sensation sent on you, and bin slowly deepened the kiss, making it fulfilled by all the so suffocated attachment you had for each other.
little by little his tongue slides in intertwining with yours, as the first thing hitting you was the fresh flavor of his chocolate mint cereal bar, which you were used to always see on bin's hands or pockets, and it just added an even better feeling through you explored his mouth. plenty more touches come up between the two of you so that the male, after staying still in the same position for a little while, suddenly slides one of his arms down. his huge veiny hand grips firmly and gives light squeezes on your side what caused you to jump a few times, running it down in a path of pure shivers to your hips, until he catches your hand still on his waist and without any previous warning pulls it in, under his shirt.
air immediately hitched on your throat out of shock, but bin was immersed, focused on only feeling you more. in the intervals his tongue's tip traced your mouth tilting his head for access, and when he brought it back so he'd press and gently suck your lips with his, the male kept the pace guiding your hand on his large back. slowly he also brought it down to the point of his firm, built up abdomen, which caused chills on himself, and moved your palm to make contact with the warmth of his absurdly soft, fragile bare skin inside the fabric. uncontrollable pulsations took over you the moment you get access to this new touch, your head in a fog of only bin.
this one was indeed a little different from the docile person you knew, with his contagious smile behind gloves and a tattoo needle you were so used to see. instead bin showed to be such an intense man, and why not say sexy, full of alluring gestures you didn't know how to handle, solemnly irresistible. over an impulse you make up a little of courage and start moving your hands by yourself, caressing and feeling his muscles, that have always been apparent on his manly athletic body, as each of his proportions under the shirt.
"god.." he suddenly said under his breath in a way sounding too sensual from his gracious, still husky voice among the kiss, melting completely in sensitivity and a cardiac mess because of you. bin then pressed a few more pecks a few more times on your lips, not wanting to pull away but doing so already for running out of air, through both of you parted trying to catch it.
yet you fail miserably, as soon as you see your best friend's brother face, completely flushed and breathless. his coffee colored eyes dripped fondness and loads of tiny stars all together, eyebrows pressed in such a lovely, affectionate expression you swore you never saw anything so endearing in your life. if it wasn't for another beat skipping your chest when you noticed a small amount of saliva, that you could clearly define as traces of the wonderful kiss of a few seconds ago, in the corner of his mouth.
as soon as he notices your widened eyes, bin's face changes and he cleans it by licking his lips seductively, as if he knew how much it affected you. the cardigan he wore falls from over his shoulders and he removes the cloth piece, dropping it on the floor. a small smile sprouted on his captivating features when he looks over at you watching him, as he lowered himself to your neck, putting his lips near your ear.
"keep going.." bin closed his eyelids, feeling the characteristic and comforting smell of fabric softener on your clothes. this smell which he always had on his memories from that day he shyly hugged you on your birthday, that now made him ask sweetly into whispers for your hands on him again, pressing more of his fine body and chest against yours.
his hips suddenly rolled down in a slow move, stimulating waves of electricity and adrenaline onto your stomach, your state now broke into sighs. you squeezed his waist slightly and involuntarily, moved by your latent feelings as he nuzzled against your neck, like a fluffy cat purring. bin was panting still heavily, sending incessant shivers down your spine.
"bin... you.. you're too much.." losing any lasting control over yourself you buried your face deeply on his shoulder and grabbed his huge biceps, letting out any first thing that would come out of your mind.
he smiled against your skin with a muffled chuckle, light and content for how cute you sounded to him, what got you even weaker as well as over the moisturizer perfume on his exposed collarbones by his shirt, before you went to fulfill his request. soon enough your palms were all over his muscular back once more, massaging them in up and down movements. bin took time to appreciate the feeling of having you into his arms, touching your hair, your nape, your lower back, or your cheeks where he decided to put gentle, tender kisses, that got you forgetting even more about the destination of your fingers under his shirt.
they ran all over his torso, sides, down to his beautiful abdomen once again to trace trembling patterns with your fingers under his stomach, running them up to reach the area of his chest, where you accidentally touch one of his nipples. bin stopped when he felt the stimulus, letting what sounded like a frustrated moan resonate in response, and you move your hands right away. yet you didn't expect him to feel so flustered to the point of, having his weight against you, to this time start distributing wet kisses, full of desire onto your neck and jaw.
in the middle of them bin took pauses where he sucked some of your skin to mark it slightly, or moistened each sensitive spot he left with the way too warm texture of his tongue. his hands also return to be entirely over you, one putting stronger, breath taking grips and squeezes on one side of yours as the other entered under the hem of your sweatshirt, his thumb touching your belly's area. each thing he did left you helplessly more and more of a mess for him, while his hips gave another roll once again in an enticing motion, causing you to feel an inevitable friction you tried to ignore but his moves only made it harder and harder, between his thighs wrapped tight by his jeans and yours pressed in the middle of his from jumping so much with his touches.
"sanha, saw you fell asleep, and asked me to take you to a room.. i went to see you and heard, you mutter my name.. saying that you wanted to have me..." for a moment, your eyes widen in realize, and finally you get how you were there.
your mind gets back remembering how sleepy you were before you'd come to see sanha, something which was again the result of another pulled night thinking about life, studies, and about bin constantly, about how incredible would it be if you had the courage to confess to him. but before you could even die of embarrassment for letting your dreams go too high right at your bestfriend's house, right next to him, bin slowly brings another trail of his warm kisses up your neck, eliciting quiet whimpers from you this time, especially when he stroked your waist skin inside your sweatshirt and reached for your earlobe, instantly capturing it in his mouth to suck on the small cartilage.
"do it now.. do whatever you want." you heard him confess with a bit of difficulty on his tone, for the much any response from you for now would mean to him. therefore he stopped, pulling away as he looked at you with sad traces, insecure.
bin needed to know about you, to get a reassurance from you, one more time of you expressing fully whether you were in love with him as much as he was with you to let yourself stay with him more, or if not, as hard as it could be he'd stop there, despite how reciprocal everything was from your side. he didn't want just a make out with you.
uncertainties still bothered him inside, through several sleepless nights spent on his room's desk among all his draft drawings and work notes, but thinking of the stupid, probably one sided attachment he developed for you, growing everyday because of how regularly he could see you. way too quickly you stole a space on his heart, bigger than the passion for art and colorful designs his job gave him. even when his needle did its work putting on pigment, when he found himself alone before a customer would come, he often wondered about what you'd feel, if you saw him only as your best friend's brother, if it'd be too risky to try and tell you what he felt.
there wasn’t one moment in 24 hours all of this didn't cross bin’s mind for once as the days went by, but he was too afraid of being rejected, to the point of thinking his brother could have much more chances with you. though he left all these things aside when he finally heard you demonstrating something for him as simple as saying his name on your sleep was, losing it all while he held you on his arms.
and so you knew you had to get all that fuss of feelings off your chest at once before the chance slipped from your hands. before you had no option but to go back to your routine of sinking in sighs about what could have been, wanting to be in his arms for a day, when you wanted it to be always.
taking a second to comprehend his eyes you raised your arms around the middle of his back to caringly engulf him on them. it caused bin to unhesitatingly lower himself again, resting his chin on your shoulder and hold onto your lower back, his heart rushing loudly, unsure by your action.
"i want what you want, love.." you confessed as well, still feverish for his previous caresses. then you just rested your face on his shoulder, and with all the sincerity within your heart you tightened your arms in a hug, trying to show your intention of making him feel exactly this, your simple embrace.
love.
as he heard you clearly when you hugged him, the moment you loosened the grip bin pulled his body a little away to look at you again. his serene, loving eyes flickered until they were deeply on yours, oceans overflowing with hope and anticipation into them. "did you say.. love?"
"yes, i.. always wanted to call you like that. can i?" your knees flutter with your own question, just by the idea of being able to call him as something that in so long would describe him so well for you.
bin, however, sighed till the bottom of his lungs, both now filled as everything within into a magical warmth, through every inch of his longing feelings were complete over his exhale. he wondered if he was dreaming, if this was finally the pure and graceful joy of touching clouds, or the lightness of blowing dandelions to the wind, of knowing that you felt the same, despite how he still couldn't believe it at all.
"you're so cute, i adore you so much y/n. if you say it like that, i'll be addicted to you.." the male's palm comes back to find itself cupping your cheeks, as his fingertips against your ear. once again you watch his fascinating gaze and face too close to yours, his irises, his lips to his shoulders, as if it turned into a new habit which would give you life. his voice sounds honeyed, like a blanket on winter, yet intimate, breathy.
almost as an immediate response you blinked repeatedly at the main three words on his first sentence, as of it didn't take long until you blushed violently trying to proccess everything, surprising bin while you placed your wrists at your nose's level to hide your face. you were now too caught up on a mixture of inexplicable waves of euphoria and emotions hitting you, too overwhelmed at all of these extremely heartfluttering things he just said so naturally. god, indeed he was too much to handle, but he still was your favorite.
"don't do this, fool! i adore you too.. a lot.." with your wrists still there your embarrassed expression only increase as you let out, but soon you moved them aside when the sound of his soothing laugh echoed into your ears. "wow.. i guess i'm the happiest fool now."
bin was smiling widely, grinning, perhaps in the most angelic, genuine way among all the days you've seen him do through routine. the crescent moons forming his beaming eyes harmonized as his lashes half closed with the curves on his lips up, giving room for two light dimples, forehead aligned with yours, emotions all over that you still couldn't read, as of relief and affection at the same time on his details. to hear him laughing in a tender and so spontaneous tone, his body seeming relaxed, comfortable, and to be a part of it almost like watching stars at midnight, all of this also made you smile along with him.
without being able to express too many feelings at once or what you'd like to say to him now you simply place your fingers against his face, the small, gelid earring on his ear, touching his bangs between them dearly, as if he'd be made of crystalline glass. another silence raised as you both kept looking at each other, like the night stopped passing around you, until bin draws another small smile and breaks the short distance again.
you took a deep breath, grabbing a certain spot on his shirt when you feel all the coziness of his thin lips pressing more kisses on different points of your face all slowly. on the area next to your nose where he placed the most of them, or on your mouth as he initiated another sweet, luscious round of lips on lips, pulling you closer and closer by your lower back, which seemed to be his best choice for a comfort zone.
but it doesn't take long for his attention to turn back to your neck, stopping to scan and softly trace his thumb on the small crimson hickeys he left there.
"some of them, look like tattoos... sorry, i.." bin whispered, trying to explain himself somehow embarrassed, but gets interrupted by you taking the initiative to hold on his back and get closer.
there you bury your face on his neck and kiss him gently, under his jaw to the beginning of his collarbones, as of every inch of his velvety skin flushed hot and sensitive in goosebumps where you explored. still being a bit taken aback bin shut his lashes and rested his cheeks now tinted in shades of pinkish hues against yours, disarmed by your suddenness. the more he felt your timid lips going so intimate on him, the more unrestrained beats and pantings had the best of him at that moment, bin no longer being able to maintain the same calm. you always had that power to leave him like that, definitely. the only one who ever did.
"there's something i always wanted.. but first tell me, if you want me by your side." one of his thick arms hug your waist, a barely audible moan escaping through he said out without thinking at all, just letting himself upon your guidance, locked on your touches.
the moment you proccess bin's words and what they'd mean your fingers slip from curling the silky strands at his nape, also leaving the curve of his shoulder where you planted more confident kisses, as if by magic your heart was sent on another unbalanced marathon. did he really ask it?
"of course.. of course i do." you answered his doubt with your whole chest, and it was all he ever waited to have you saying.
bin didn't know what exactly made him feel so lost on everything about you, wishing to stick to your side more and more. but he knew it was such a thing way too heavenly for him to not want to dive deep in. one drink, or a way too pure cup of water on thirsty times he'd last there appreciating till the last drop, a room wherein he'd feel better than in any other, or even a necklace he'd carry on himself everyday, a permanent tattoo.
any way it all should be, he wouldn't care. as of the moment he heard you a smile flourished across the corners of his lips again, and in a matter of minutes he held your sides pulling you with him as he sat back among the sheets, placing you onto him all too fastly and strongly in a way you had to look for support by putting your trembling palms on his chest.
you were left once more in a loss of words, swallowing hard over another wave of butterflies when you found yourself held sitting on his lap and facing him, through he gave you such a dangerously charming, sexy smirk, gaze so intense it almost knocked you dizzy like you never thought to be. yet less even would you imagine he'd strip off his t-shirt right in front of your eyes, and reveal his toned, absolutely perfect torso, all of his muscles there totally exposed from collarbones to his lower abdomen, where a black butterfly spreading its wings showed up printed on his skin at his side. bin just let your shocked eyes hover on the sight of his whole sculptural half naked body, before he'd glue your foreheads and squeeze your sides excitedly, also giving attention to your right thigh caressing and gripping it with his other hand through he adjusted you on his lap.
"everything i want is us, y/n..."
he couldn't wait to throw aside his stupid composure with you.
A/N: An impromptu Easter Madness collab between @prettywordsyouleft & myself. I hope you enjoy our little dip into the Easter celebrations.
You can find @prettywordsyouleft piece here.
You were beyond excited when you walked into your apartment that afternoon, arms overflowing with chocolates and decorations for the upcoming holiday. Most people you knew adored Christmas time, but not you. Easter was your favourite. Something about spending time with your loved ones, gifting and eating chocolate until your stomachs exploded seemed like fun.
It was something you had always done growing up. Every year you would gift your family and friends a chocolate bunny or egg, and sneakily brought an abundance for yourself too. It brought a smile to your face to see their excitement at receiving a gift, that you never thought twice about doing the same for your boyfriend.
Walking into the apartment that the two of you shared, you struggled to place the confectionaries on the kitchen bench as Moonbin sat side-eying you on the couch.
“What is all that?”
“Easter presents!”
“Aren’t presents usually something done at Christmas?” He questioned, as you heard movement from behind you as he left his spot on the couch to come and inspect the items.
“Not to me. I love giving presents at Easter too. Here, this is yours.”
You had dived into the bag of assorted chocolates, pulling out a large chocolate bunny and handing it to Moonbin, a large smile plastered on your face in anticipation, waiting for his response.
“Happy Easter. I chose the largest bunny for you. I hope you enjoy it.”
He took the bunny that you all but shoved towards him from your hands and looked at it as if it had grown two heads. Moonbin rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly, his eyes looking from the bunny to you, seemingly lost for words.
It was safe to say that it wasn’t the response you were hoping for.
“Uh, thanks.”
“You don’t look pleased. Do you not like it?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as he stood there still struggling for words.
“It’s not that I don’t like it. I just don’t eat chocolate.”
“Pardon? Did I just hear you correctly? You..”
“Don’t like chocolate. Yep. You heard right.”
“How does someone not like chocolate? How did I not know this about you already?”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. How did you not know he didn’t eat chocolate? How could he not like it? You had a large sweet tooth and you couldn’t imagine someone not liking the confectionary as much as most people you knew did.
“Y/N, its just chocolate. It’s not the end of the world. I do appreciate the gesture though.” Moonbin rushed out quickly, following you towards the couch he had just vacated as you plopped down heavily onto it, trying to figure out the logic in this situation.
“So you don’t even eat chocolate candy bars?”
He shook his head.
“What about chocolate cake? Or even hot chocolate?!”
Again he shook his head.
It had you completely taken back. You’d never met anyone who didn’t like chocolate, and you had no idea how to process this information.
“Y/N, it’s not a big deal.” He tried to comfort you, rubbing your thigh gently in reassurance, seeing the look of horror on your face as you thought over what he was telling you.
“It is a big deal. I love chocolate. How can I eat it if you don’t eat it?”
You turned to face him, panic written all over your face at the thought of scoffing back on your stack of chocolates waiting for you in the kitchen.
“You can still eat it. Look at it this way. There will be more chocolate for you if I don’t eat any.”
You could tell he thought that was what you were wanting to hear, but instead it made you feel worse.
“I.. that wouldn’t be fair on you.”
‘Believe me its very fair. You can eat as much as you like, honest.”
You turned to look at him sceptically, still unable to believe what was happening.
“But why don’t you like chocolate?” Huffing out a frustrated breath of air as you placed your hands on his shoulders, slightly shaking him.
“You really won’t let it go, will you?” Moonbin chuckled, his hands rubbing at yours gently as his head fell backwards exasperatedly.
“No.”
“I’ve just never liked it. We don’t have to like all the same things to be together Y/N.”
“I know that. I just. It’s chocolate Bin.”
Moonbin stilled in his movements, his demeanour changing as his eyes washed over you.
“Some would say I’m already sweet enough, that I wouldn’t have to eat any chocolate. I’ve got my own you see.”
“What?” You blurted out, laughing, becoming slightly worried as his eyes turned playful. He moved closer towards you, pushing you further into the couch as he hovered over you.
“I’ve got my own chocolate abs. You don’t need any bunnies Y/N.”
He lifted his shirt with one hand, showing off the very abs he spoke of. You couldn’t help yourself as your gaze travelled to his torso, your hand going to brush against it briefly before laughing out earnestly and pushing him back.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Well you love chocolate. It explains why you love me, right?”
You rolled your eyes as he continued to tease you, following you back into the kitchen.
“I think I’ll stick to my chocolate bunnies. They seem much safer than your chocolate.”
“Oh I don’t know. I think mine is more fun, wouldn’t you agree?”
Moonbin came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you lovingly, as he rested his head on your shoulder peering at the chocolate on the bench.
“I guess chocolate isn’t for everybody.” You resigned, trying to avoid the question.
“Not every bunny likes chocolate, but I’m lucky you do. You can have my chocolate anytime Y/N.”
“Oh my god! Stop it! Or I’ll swear off chocolate completely!” You wriggled out of his grasp quickly, scoffing at his bluntness.
“Aha! So you admit I have chocolate abs!”
“Really?”
“You couldn’t do it. You love chocolate too much. And you love me.”
“You’re lucky I do.”
“I love you too,” Moonbin admitted, scooping you up in his arms as he kissed your lips softly “Oh sweet, just like chocolate.”
“I thought you didn’t like chocolate?” You pulled away, questioning him.
“I think I could get used to it this way.” He ran his finger along your lips lightly, his eyes disappearing as the smile grew on his face.
You pushed him playfully, shaking your head in disbelief.
Next year you would forgo the chocolate bunny. It seemed you had enough sickeningly sweet at home to keep you occupied.
Anon: Moonbin x reader where reader is Jinjin’s younger sibling. Reader and Moonbin were dating behind Jinjin’s back, and when Jinjin finds out, he doesn’t approve of them so Moonbin and reader run away until years later when they return and Jinjin isn’t mad anymore.
*i slightly changed this request in order to make it gender neutral :)
Warnings: verbal fighting, a lil angsty at times, mentions of death and food
Word count: 2.7k
In your bedroom, you quickly reach for your phone since you heard it vibrate. Noticing Moonbin’s name on the screen, you sprawl out on your bed and hurriedly open the message.
i’m coming over today ! with the rest of the boys so they can keep Jinwoo distracted ;)
You hear a knock on the door, so you quickly toss your phone away before Jinjin steps into your room.
“Hey, [y/n], my friends are coming over today so don’t be too annoying, okay?” he says, a serious look on his face. You know he’s joking, though.
“I know!” you say, burying your head in your pillow.
“You knew that my friends were coming or you knew to not be annoying?” Jinjin asks, teasing you.
You groan in response.
“Anyway, just thought I should let you know,” he says, closing your door behind him as he leaves.
An hour later, the doorbell rings, and you jump out of bed but immediately stop yourself. If you run to the front door now, Jinjin will definitely get suspicious. You’ve been dating his friend, Moonbin, in secret for a few months now. Jinjin will definitely not approve, so you’ve had to hide it.
You tap your feet, trying so hard to hold back from rushing to see your boyfriend.
You text Moonbin:
Binnie, when will I be able to see you T-T will u come to my room?
i can’t come there right away, or else Jinwoo will know :(( i’ll be there soon, my dear, just wait <3
You can hear the boys entering the living room. Their shouts and yells echo through the house. To keep yourself distracted, you put on some earphones and watch something on your phone instead.
Downstairs, Moonbin is ready to execute his plan.
“I’m just going to go to the washroom, okay?” Moonbin says, getting up from the couch.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jinjin says, focused on the game he’s playing with Sanha.
Moonbin quietly runs upstairs and Jinjin is too distracted to ask him why he isn’t using the washroom downstairs.
Your earphones are so loud that you don’t hear Moonbin knock, so he quietly enters your room anyway. You don’t notice his presence until he leans down and kisses the top of your head.
“I’m here!” he whispers, grinning and stretching out his arms.
You pull out your earphones and smile back at him, pulling him into a hug.
“You don’t even understand how much I missed you. Jinwoo is so overprotective and I’m so bad at lying, so every time we try to meet up outside he asks me who I’m meeting and I can’t say it’s you but I also can’t lie-”
Moonbin presses his lips against yours.
“It’s okay,” he says after he pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. He gently strokes your hair.
“I’m just glad to see you. What have you been up to these days?” Moonbin gets up from the chair that he was sitting on to sit next to you on the bed. He tightly holds your hand as you begin to speak.
Downstairs, Jinjin beat Sanha in the game they were playing. He pumps his fist in the air, yelling happily.
“You cheated!” Sanha says, hitting Jinjin with a pillow.
“You were the one who was cheating and I still won!” Jinjin says, also hitting Sanha with a pillow.
After they calm down, Jinjin notices that someone is missing.
“Where did Moonbin go?” he asks.
The rest of the boys try to hide their panicked faces. They’re aware of the fact that you’re dating Moonbin, so they know that he went upstairs to see you.
“The washroom, remember?” MJ says.
“It’s been fifteen minutes, is he constipated or something?” Jinjin laughs. “Maybe we should check on him.”
He gets up to walk to the washroom, but MJ stops him.
“Hey, let’s not. We don’t wanna embarrass him,” MJ says.
“What do you mean ‘embarrass’? We’re all friends here...”
Behind them, Eunwoo is frantically texting Moonbin.
Come downstairs, now!
Something vibrates by his foot and he picks it up. Moonbin’s phone. He left it behind.
“Hey, can I go upstairs? I wanna see your room,” Eunwoo says, making up an excuse so he can drag Moonbin back downstairs.
“That’s a good idea, let’s all go! There’s something new I bought and I want to show you-”
“No, just bring it downstairs!” MJ shouts.
“Why are you yelling?” Jinjin asks, laughing. “It’s too heavy for me to bring it downstairs, let’s go.”
As he starts to walk up, the rest of the boys are forced to follow him. Sanha tries to go to your room to he can warn you, but Jinjin makes sure everyone is in his room first before he himself enters.
There’s no escape.
Back in your room, Moonbin is making you laugh so hard you feel like your lungs are about to burst. He imitated the way Jinwoo always scolds you.
“You’re so right, Jinwoo always does that!” you laugh, clutching your side.
“Why is [y/n] laughing so loud?” Jinjin asks from his own room. It’s right across from yours down the hallway.
“They must be watching some funny videos or something,” Rocky says, nervously laughing.
“No, they never laugh that hard from a video. Let me go check-”
“No, I’ll go check!” Sanha says, holding Jinjin back.
“Why are you all being suspicious today? Just let me go!” Jinjin pushes Sanha aside and storms towards your room. The boys all run after him, but it’s too late.
He’s opened your door.
And there you are, cuddling against Moonbin’s chest while his lips are pressed to your temple.
“Moon...bin? [y/n]? What... what are you guys doing?” Jinjin asks, flustered.
Everyone tries to think of an excuse, but there’s no way they can cover this up.
“You’re... you two are dating?” Jinjin asks, the pitch of his voice rising. He’s angry.
“Moonbin, what the hell? What are you doing with my sibling? I thought I trusted you!” He runs towards Moonbin, but you throw yourself on top of your boyfriend, leaving no room for Jinjin to hurt him.
“Jinwoo, stop! It’s not a big deal!” you say.
“Not a big deal? Are you kidding me right now? How long has this been going on?”
Eunwoo and Rocky pull Jinjin out of the room, and Moonbin gets up to leave.
“Where are you going?” you ask him.
“I think your brother is really mad at me right now. I shouldn’t stay here any longer.”
“Wait!” you say, holding onto his arm. “I’ll come with you.”
The two of you end up in Moonbin’s red car, driving away.
“I don’t think I can ever face my brother again,” you say.
“Me neither,” Moonbin responds, tightly gripping the steering wheel. “Maybe it’s best if we just don’t see him for a few days.”
You nod.
Somehow, that was the start of you running away with Moonbin, not for just a few days, but for three whole years. The two of you drove silently without any specific direction and found yourselves in a quiet village. That was the place that you decided to call home.
A short, creaky metal gate opens up to a small field of grass and overflowing trees, plants and flowers. Past the green mess stands a small, grey home.
Your home.
You spent three years in that place with Moonbin, selling to the market whatever your small plot of land could grow. The two of you were known as the mysterious, young couple, and no one knew where you had came from.
You never told them.
To this day, you’re still scared of going back. Jinjin’s face on the day you left, the anger, it all scared you. He’s your brother and you love him. You don’t ever want him to be mad at you.
Sometimes, you ask Moonbin if he regrets running away. Each time you ask him, he takes your hands in his, pressing his lips to the back of your hands one by one before saying, “this was all meant to happen for a reason. I’m living my best life here with you.”
Yet you can’t help but notice the times he’s cried at night, sobbing silently. You can’t help but notice him talk in his sleep, murmuring his friends’ names.
Running from Jinjin meant that you had to cut ties with his friends, too, and that was the hardest on Moonbin. Yet he always smiles brightly at you and hugs you. He tells you that he’s okay, that he doesn’t need to go back.
He would always work in the shed behind your house, making something. He never told you what it was, so you never asked, but one day when you stepped inside to clean up, you noticed that amidst the tools, there was a shiny ring.
“What are you doing in here?” Moonbin asked, giving you a back hug.
“Cleaning up. What’s that ring for?”
“You’ll see one day.” Moonbin pressed a kiss to your cheek.
Despite how much you’ve enjoyed being in Moonbin’s presence for every hour of every day, cooking and eating meals together, walking to the market together, spending hours on end doing nothing but burying your face in his chest and smelling his natural scent, it’s time to go back, now. You need to come back to reality.
Moonbin has sacrificed so much for you, and you think that three years is enough for Jinjin to have forgotten about his anger.
So finally, you and Moonbin pack up.
A few friends from the village help the two of you.
“So will you finally tell us where you’re from and where you’re going?” one of them asks.
Moonbin chuckles, and it’s enough to make your spine tingle and your stomach do backflips from the butterflies.
“I think it’s best if we just stay as we are,” he says.
Once most of the packing is done, your friends leave, and it’s just you and Moonbin again. He pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“These three years felt like a dream,” he says. “I felt like I was in a movie... running away with the person of my dreams? This only happens in movies.”
“But now we’re gonna go back and you can see your friends!” you say, feeling excited.
Suddenly, Moonbin pulls away from you. His hands rest on your shoulders and he looks into your eyes.
“Are you sure you’re ready to go back?” he asks you, his eyebrows knitted together. The white shirt he’s wearing sticks to his arms and chest, showing his defined muscles.
“I’m sure,” you say, and Moonbin hugs you once again.
“I’ll be with you, okay? I’ll do anything I have to do to get Jinjin to agree-”
“Don’t worry,” you say. “He’s my brother. I know how to get him on my side. Maybe I should have just talked to him back then, but things turned out like this. We should go back now, sooner than later.”
Moonbin smiles and nods. He’s proud of your growth.
You used to be afraid of Jinjin, despite how close the two of you were. Because of how overprotective he was, you were always afraid of crossing the line. Moonbin showed you that no lines ever even existed. He showed you that Jinjin wasn’t always right, and that you should be free to do what makes you happy.
Even just two years ago, you were still scared of your brother. But now, you were ready to face him, and instead of apologizing, you were ready to just have a conversation with him.
Deciding that you wanted to move out in the early morning, you and Moonbin went to bed early. He held you close to him for the entire night, his hands rubbing circles on your back.
“[y/n],” he whispered into your ear. “I love you.”
The next morning, you put your few belongings into the same red car that Moonbin still has and drive down the same dirt road, onto the highway towards your hometown. The sky is blue without a single cloud, and you take it to be a sign of good luck.
The bright sun leaks in through your window at some point, and you close your eyes so you can soak it up and feel it on your skin.
Moonbin’s free hand reaches out for yours, and when he finds it, he tightly holds it.
“We’re going hoooome!” he sings softly. You roll down the window and yell the same words he said out into the wind. Moonbin laughs and squeezes your hand tightly.
-
Your heart races as Moonbin enters the driveway of your home, parking behind your parents’ car. He turns off the engine and looks at you with warm eyes.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks.
When you nod, he quickly leans forward to give you a kiss, but it feels more like he’s passing on his courage and strength to you. The brushing of his soft lips against yours is enough to make you feel ten times better.
You both climb out of the car at the same time, planting your feet onto the gravel of the driveway. Moonbin quickly scurries over to you and holds your hand before you both walk up to the front door.
Taking a deep breath, you ring the doorbell.
Waiting for a few moments, you wonder if Jinjin is home.
The door swings open, and speak of the devil: there he is. His hair is tousled and he’s got one hand in a bag of chips.
The chips drop to the ground.
“[y/n]?” Jinjin’s jaw drops.
He reaches out to touch your face, trying to make sure you’re real. Then he gives in and just hugs you. He squeezes you so tightly that you feel like you’re about to burst.
“[y/n] it’s really you? Where have you been?”
He pulls away and holds your face in his hands.
“You look okay, have you been eating well? What have you been up to? Why didn’t you answer my calls? Why were you gone for three years?”
Suddenly, the poor boy starts to tear up, and you reach out to hug him again.
“Why would you just leave like that? Do you know what we went through? The boys didn’t let me report you as missing, so I thought you were dead...”
“Jinwoo I’m so sorry,” you say.
You should have came back sooner. You wish you had came back sooner, but you’re glad you didn’t come any later.
You decide to address another important issue.
“Jinwoo, Binnie is here too,” you say, softly. Jinjin immediately pulls away from your embrace and stares coldly to your left, where Moonbin stands. Then, he starts crying again and hugs Moonbin.
“Bin, I can’t believe you just left me too! Without a single word, how could you? Do you know how much I missed you? Do you know how worried I was? What the hell were the two of you even up to?”
“I’m sorry, hyung. It was hard to come back. We tried, but it was hard.”
“It was harder for me,” Jinjin says.
He lets the two of you in, and you awkwardly sit side by side on the couch.
Does this mean Jinjin isn’t mad at me for dating Moonbin?
Jinjin brings you both water before he also sits down.
“You know, you didn’t need to run away that day. I was never mad at you,” Jinjin explains.
“What?!” you exclaim. It’s shocking to you, to think that Jinjin, the overprotective brother, was never mad at you.
“It was shocking, yes. It was weird, absolutely. But I just needed time to process things, that’s all. Of course I wasn’t going to be glad that my brother was dating my sibling, but that doesn’t mean I hated the two of you. I needed time, but not three years! A few days would have been fine.”
“Well with that said,” Moonbin says, getting off the couch and sitting on the ground, one knee raised and one pressed to the ground.
You look at Jinjin who gives you a smile.
Moonbin pulls something out of his pocket and presents it to you. It’s a ring, the same ring you saw him working on in the shed every day for the past three years.
“Do you wanna marry me then, [y/n]? We have your brother’s approval,” he says, smiling brightly like a puppy.
Lost for words, all you can do is hug him.
“Okay, okay, we get it!”Jinjin whines as both of you start to tear up.
But he also makes sure to say “congratulations” before he lets the two of you be.
Its was the Chuseok Holiday night, you were invited by your boyfriend's mother to their house to spend the holidays with them, moreover, you were asked to help in preparing a small surprise party for you Boyfriend Moonbin for winning on the music show with his unit group song along with Sanha, ~he was too busy with promotions and you didn't get the time to celebrate~ , so chuseok holiday was the best opportunity~! You cooked the dinner and his parents and sister brought the cake, this is when his mother asked you to hide for while when Moonbin came back and told you wait until dinner to appear with the cake. Moonbin came and greeted his family and went to get some things done when he was called for dinner, all of them sat on the table started to chat together when Moonbin started eating and suddenly stopped in confusion...
MB's Mom: " What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the food?"
Moonbin: " No...its just...it tastes like my girlfrien- i mean (Y/N)'s food"
His Mom smiled at his words and gave you the signal to enter with the cake, and you did...when Moonbin saw you, he chocked his food
(Y/N): " it tastes like my food because i made it hehe"
Moonbin: *chocked his food* Cough..cough!
W-what are you doing here?!"
(Y/N): " Aigoo, i told you many times to eat slowly..hehehe *as you gave him some water*
Later on after you ate dinner and celebrated Moonbin took you to his bedroom, you both sat on the bed and you slowly took out a small gift box and gave it him with a wide smile~
Moonbin: " what is this?"
(Y/N): "its a gift.. because you did a great job and i haven't gave you anything for while"
Moonbin: " Oh...you didn't have too, you're my biggest gift you know that..but thank you so much *as he peeked your lips*
He unwrapped the gift and opened the box to find a cool Hand watch inside of it, his eyes were twinkling and his smile waa from ear to ear, you asked him to take a look at the chain too..
(Y/N): " I asked them to engrave our initials on the chain its cute isn't it-"
As you were talking he cutted you with another kiss but this time its was longer and passionate...
