hello! I am here with a fluff happy end Yuta imagine / one shot!
So far Yuta has been the character for my angst stories, but not here!
warning : none i guess. YUTA IS A FLIRT HERE, BUT A NICE ONE. He is also sweet.
ENJOY!!
You reach the front door of your best friend’s house. Passing the weight of the flavoured milk tea from one hand to another, you wait while mumbling how slow your friend is despite his young age.
You almost press the bell again just to be stopped when the doorknob turns and a young man with a big apologetic smile greets you through his fluffy pink bangs.
You gulp from the unfamiliar face; you remember Mark did not look like that he’s definitely taller and hit the gym more frequently than Mark. And when he flashed a second smile, you swore that was the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen in the entire universe. You never knew a man could give a gummy smile that charming.
“Oh! Sorry we were watching a film and did not hear your ring.”
“You must be (y/n)!” he opens the door wider and naturally offers you his hand to transfer the heavy drinks. You thank him for realizing the heavy load you have and being a gentleman for helping you take over it.
“I’m Yuta, oof these drinks are heavy I wonder why Mark told you to grab these all by yourself.” He questions as the two of you come into the house and drop the beverages to cool for a while in the refrigerator.
“Nah… That won’t happen between Mark and me, we’re as close as a sibling and he won’t bother making me bring all those heavy things.” You giggle, realizing how Mark never treat you special as a girl.
“Don’t trust him then,” Yuta smirks
It came out of the blue, but it triggers something inside your mind. Your body freeze and you popped your eyes out.
“Woah, funny.” You fiddle with the rope on your sweater, “That’s exactly what Mark said about you.”
Yuta grins and leans back over one of the counters, “Interesting! Mark is my favourite brother here.”
There’s something intriguing coming from this man with a healing smile, some sort of invitation to “come and try me, proof it whether Mark is right or wrong”
“Well, don’t be afraid… I am not harmful. Now shall we join the others. I’m pretty sure they’ll look for us if in five minutes we’re not back yet.” Yuta winks and you laugh from his quirky remark.
“Sure! I also want to beat Mark for not sending anyone of you to pick me up from the bubble tea place.”
“Well next time, you can always call me, and I’ll carry them for you.” Yuta walks in front of you and the two of you ascend to the second floor.
Mark and the boys greet you with big cheers, it’s been a while since you come to join Mark and his gang’s monthly movie night. Usually you join him and went for a sleep over, but as the two of you mature you skipped that part to keep you and your friendship relationship healthy.
Mark now lives alone for half a year, since his parents are away for a business trip. It’s been three months since you last step into this house. Lately you’re busy with college and you only meet Mark on impromptu library meet up, sudden appearance in your flat while he brings Chinese take outs, and of course whenever you two cross paths on a class or just between breaks.
“Hey there you are! Thought you’re still queueing for the drinks.” Doyoung remarks as he engulfs you into a hug. He’s one of the savage members that acts as if he doesn’t care about you when he’s the most overprotective one about your wellbeing.
“Well if Mark here knows how to treat me like a lady, I won’t be this late! Imagine walking two blocks under the scorching sun with one heavy bag of 10 drinks?! He did not even open the door for me and instead Yuta here, the sweet smiling man you all hide from me, is the one helping me.” You quacked as a matter of fact. You throw Mark a death glare and the man only pulls out his innocent smile and peace sign.
“Let’s have Johnny and Winwin take the drinks upstairs.” Jaehyun commands from a blanket fortress he is comfortable in.
“Oh wow didn’t see you there…” You shook your head and took a dive into that one empty space. The one and only spot always reserved for you, the right-hand side of the sofa.
“Remote is yours I guess; coz we’ve chose a lot of film and you’re coming back after like three months?” Taeyong tosses you the remote he has been holding.
The movie room Mark’s parents made for the group is spacious. With one big screen and a projector, one big sofa for seven adults, a fluffy carpet and of course four big bean bags. The lighting option also provide a calming and comfortable ambience. The built-in speakers are also enough to consider this room as a cinema!
You make yourself comfortable and choose a favourite movie of yours. The opening song echoes through the room and as the three guys distribute the drink, Jungwoo dimmed the lights.
Yuta takes the empty spot next to yours, since there was no other room and Mark doesn’t seem to not allow him. Though you did glance for a second at Mark, like naturally asking him through a glance if this is okay. Like a good brother, Mark frowned and wants to just jump and sit between the two of you. He doesn’t like the flirty look Yuta is giving to you, but who is he to forbid Yuta?!
An hour and a half into action, you found yourself already leaning so close to Yuta’s shoulder. You did not realize if that’s because of the movie, or you’re sleepy, or just because your body is attracted to him. You think it’s the tiredness that made you naturally leaning into whoever is beside you. In the dark room, you feel his warm hand creeps slowly into your shoulder, when you did not move nor reject him, he confidently pulls you closer into his embrace.
Your fingers press the blanket’s edges tightly as you feel Yuta’s hand slowly rubs soothing circle into your shoulder. His eyes were glued to the screen and not for once he spares a glance to you. You’re no longer focus on the film, bleh you remember every detail already and that’s why you’re so distracted with this tingling fluttery thing Yuta did to you.
You did not slap his hands nor pull away; no this is a different sense of affection and attention. His touches are not harassing, not naughty. His ghosting fingers are just tracing friendly lines over your arms, giving it some frictions and attentions. The quick gasp escaping from your mouth did not even surprised him. He only stops for a second, thinking you did not like it, but your stupid hand automatically reaches for his and the Japanese boy smirks.
He knows you did not mind, you like it. You’re blushing so hard right now, you feel so embarrassed and you just hope the sofa could eat you alive right now and then disappear.
Sadly that couldn’t happen and you’re still there going red in the dim room surrounded by ten men who are preoccupied by the film or at least by their foods. Judging how Jungwoo is pouring the popcorn bowl into his mouth and looking for more chips to swallow.
“You choose a nice movie (y/n)!” Johnny surprises you when the ending credit rolls and the lights are bright again.
You did not realize the movie had ended; well your mind is busy processing your heart. Yuta had stopped drawing abstract circles on your arms, no he stopped that long way ago. However, you feel your skin longing for his finger tips again. He is already sitting back in his normal position pretending he is focused on the movie, or he really did. No body caught the steamy action between you and Yuta, no body even has the slightest hint that your red cheeks were not result of the hot room. They’re blunt or they’re good brothers who did not want to be a cockblock.
“Shall we go out and eat? I’m hungry and I’m craving sushi!” Jungwoo breaks the silence since some of the boys are starting to yawn.
“Great I love sushi!” Yuta enthusiastically jumps from his couch.
“You wanna join?” Mark asks you, to which you nod eagerly.
“Let’s go, how do we split the cars?” You grab your phone and tidy up your shirt.
“You can join me in my car; I have one free seat.” Yuta quickly takes you as his partner and guess what, no one else is going into our car.
You thought they were being so considerate, or just don’t want to be a third wheeler.
No. apparently Yuta drives a two-seater sport car! Sexy!
The short journey to the sushi bar several blocks away from Mark’s house is heart-fluttering. Yuta looks so cool driving in his sport car, looking so ethereal when the wind blows his hairs through the open sunroof. You exchange laugh, jokes, and get to know each other well.
“So, we’re here!” He smiles to you after parking his car and closing the sunroof back.
You smile, “Thanks for the ride,”
“Ah the ride was nothing, what do I get for making the trip entertaining and the movie time .. how do I say it- fluttering?” he leans his body boldly to face you.
You giggle, this man is so bold and you did not wonder why Mark told you to be careful with him.
“Okay, what do you want? I can give you something for being a good companion today.” You give up and give in.
Yuta brings his hand to one lose strand of hair on your face. His big hand tucks them nicely behind your ear, then he whispers by your ear shell. His deep voice resonates and vibrates through your bones.
“Mind to give me your number?”
You feel goose bumps and shiver down your spine. This man over here, sure can make a girl or even man froze and die from heart attack. He is so unexpected and unpredictably flirty.
You smirk and open your palm, “Want me to type it in, or you want me to read it out loud?”
Yuta brings his gummy smile back and hands you his phone. You easily go to his phone book and add your number.
You quickly type in your number and name it under your favourite nickname.
Your phone then rings and you save his number to your phone.
“Angel?” Yuta questions when he sees you type in Angel as his contact name.
You shrug your shoulder, “Coz your first appearance was helping me? Then your smile really heals me.”
He nods his head slowly, ”I like that, hmm cute.”
“And what did you put in as your contact number?” Yuta scrolls his phone when you return it to him.
“Twinkle,” he reads in confusion but a small smile pops through his lips, “twinkle? Coz like your entire nature is dazzling in my eyes?”
You gasp and give him a thumb up “That is a better explanation than what I have in mind! I simply wrote Twinkle coz I see twinkle in your eyes when we’re together. I know it sounds lame, but we’ll go with yours.”
Yuta’s smile grows wider and you wish time can stop there, because whenever this sweet man smiles, you feel all of your problem disappear!
“Twinkle and Angel, hmm can’t imagine what cute pet names we will have when we’re together one day.” Yuta winks and leaves you speechless inside the car. He stands outside the door, laughing for a moment when he peeks into the window and sees you still shocked.
He waltz to your door and like a gentleman he is, opens the door for you.
You realize you look so stupid and probably everyone is already inside, quickly you step out of the car and walk side by side with Yuta into the restaurant.
The rest of the night, you sit beside Mark and Taeyong. Yuta takes the vacant seat beside Winwin and Jungwoo. You believe if he sits next to you, you won’t be able to focus on the dinner.
Mark keeps you entertained and ensures you’re eating well since the men here basically gobble things up. You laugh at Mark, for you know you will not go home unless your stomach is full.
Amidst the chaotic jokes and story time from the boys, your eyes meet Yuta’s and he just stares back at you while smirking and shrugging his shoulder lightly. He then focuses back on the fun and loud conversations, while you… you’re once again questioning your beating heart. Come on why are you like a teenage girl?!
Mark drives you home that night, since the other men are still new friends for you. Mark felt he is responsible for you. You thank him though and the ride back home was enough for you to catch on with one another.
You wave him good bye and as you’re about to step into your house, Mark stops you in your track.
“You know what, forget the time I told you to be careful around Yuta. He’s the most trust-worthy guy in the squad. Good night!” Mark pats your shoulder and dutifully returns to his car and with a big grin, he waves to you and presses his gas back to the road.
