Prompt: “You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”
Day: 2/31
Pairing: Jongin x n. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Kissing.
Word Count: 1012
Baekhyun holds up the ribbon to the fireplace proudly. “I think if we add this ribbon here it’ll look good, what do you think? y/n?” He glances at you to see you are completely not paying attention at all. “y/n.”
Again, you don’t look at him so he turns around to see what you are so focused on. A scoff escapes him as he gives your clueless form a knowing smirk. You’re obviously ogling Jongin across the hall who is holding up the end of the garland for Jongdae to help wrap around the stair rail. “Oi, Jongin lover.”
That certainly catches your attention. Baekhyun laughs as you cough, nearly chocking on a small pretzel you’ve been munching on.
“Baekhyun, no!” You whisper harshly with a glare once you recover, hitting his arm for good measure.
“You ok over there?” Jongdae yells across the hallway, a knowing look in his eye.
“Just peachy.” You grumble as you steal a look over at Jongin. This makes you miss the weird eye communication between Baekhyun and Jongdae.
Jongin is looking down the hall worriedly, but once he sees you looking at him and are ok, he grins widely. His free hand waves cutely and you return the wave. This makes Baekhyun snort again.
“What do you want Baekhyun?” You drag your attention back to your crazy friend at your side, not trusting him.
“Just tell me I’m right.” He prompts.
You cross your arms and lean against the fire place. “With what?”
“Tell me I’m right.” The man insists once again.
“Never.” Your answer makes him only more insistent.
“If only you weren’t staring at my good-looking friend there, we wouldn’t have this problem.” Baekhyun cuts you off when he sees you are about to retaliate. “The ribbon, I did good right?”
“I guess.” You turn your gaze back to the hall.
“Ah, so mean.” Baekhyun yells dramatically. “I won’t allow it; you are too mean for our sweet Jongin.”
This makes you laugh, “I didn’t know you were in charge of his hand in marriage.”
Baekhyun pouts, “If you are going to make fun of me be useful and grab me some tape.”
“Aye, aye captain.” You mockingly salute as you saunter across the room and towards the hall. The last time you saw the tape it was on the stairs.
When you get to the hall you hear Jongin ask, “What should I do with this end?”
“Hmm…” Jongdae considers until he notices you coming down the hall. His eyes look behind you before racing back to you, and a wicked grin forms on his face. Stretching out an arm he yells, “Hold it!”
You look down and let a relieved sigh as you thought you were about to step on something fragile. “Why are you yelling?”
“Important garland business. Ok, Jongin go to your right a couple steps. Now a step back.”
Jongin, bless his heart, does what his friend asks, albeit with a confused face that shifts between the garland and his friend on the stairs. “Shouldn’t it be the other way?”
“Yep,” Jongdae laughs at Jongin’s and your confused and annoyed expression. “But now you are under the mistletoe.”
Jongdae points up, and Jongin’s and your gazes move up with it to see you are indeed under the mistletoe.
You stare up at the mistletoe blankly while Jongin starts waving his hands, and thus the garland end, wildly.
“What? Why? Who-who put this here?”
Laughter from the living room gives you your answer.
“Baekhyun, seriously why did you put it up? You don’t have anyone to kiss.” Jongin fires across the hall flustered.
Your chaotic friend’s voice comes clearly down the hall in response, “What if I wanted to kiss you.”
“Is this like your shower thing?”
“That is a show of brother hood Jongin.”
The two go back and forth for a while with Jongin becoming more and more flustered as the yelling continues.
Jongdae is cracking up and folded over the stair rail. Eventually he has enough of it though. “You’re under the mistletoe,” he repeats and then claps, “so. Just. Stop. Stalling. And just kiss already!”
Jongin gulps and looks at you with wide eyes. “But- I…”
You know he is shy and respectful, but the stalling and excuses stings despite that. Apparently, you’ve had enough too. Placing a hand on his soft sweater and pressing into his firm chest you lean against him and swiftly kiss his lips. You’d do anything to extend this moment to forever, but instead you cut it too short for your liking.
Wide eyes stare at you, and when you lean back you notice his hands were hovering awkwardly right beside where your waist would have been.
“Just need the tape.” You lower your eyes and walk around the frozen man to the end of the stairs. Picking up the tape, you stay near the wall as you go down back the hall to give Jongin room. He grabs your wrist before you can fully pass him by, surprising you. It’s your turn to look up at him with wide eyes.
“We’re under the mistletoe again.” Jongin whispers.
“And what are you going to do about it?” You whisper back.
Jongin’s answer is to drop the garland, making Jongdae gasp at such disobedience, to cup your face in one of his large hands. It’s warm and you can’t help but lean into it. His teeth dig into his bottom lip nervously and then his soft lips are crashing into yours before he could lose his resolve.
The chaotic duo watching the scene whoop excitedly and the two of you pull away slowly. You turn your back on him, swaying your hips a little extra, as you return to the fireplace where you may push the roll of tape a little harder than necessary into Baekhyun’s hands.
“Owww, you should be grateful.” The man shakes his hands and whines.
“Shut up.” Looking over your shoulder, Jongin’s dark gaze is on your form. It never leaves you the rest of the night.
This was a multi-chapter book I was supposed to write in 2017 ish, but I had a 2-year writer's blocks, so yeah, that didn't work out. I really hope that you enjoy this and look forward to more of my writing.
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"Jongin-ah~ wake up." A voice softly spoke in his ear; he didn't know why he was being woken up so early it felt like he just fell asleep. Following the unknown voice orders, Jongin sat up rubbing his eyes to get the sleepiness out of them, looking up he notices a girl standing above him holding a tray. Jongin open his eyes a bit, he didn't know what he was looking at the girl's face was blurred so he couldn't really see what she looks like but looking over the rest of her body, she had S/C skin, her hair was H/L with H/C, he must say they were some nice feature on her. Jongin look around the room he was in; it was his room, but why did it feel different?
A giggle left the girl's lips, making Jongin look up at her, confused on what is funny. "Jongin-ah, why are you looking around like you don't know what your room looks like?" She asked, tilting her head giggle even more at his face.
Even though he couldn't see her face, he could tell she was smiling, ignoring her question, he looks at the tray she was holding to see some of his favorite food. Picking up one of the mouth-watering items, he looks at the girl once more before taking a bite.
"Who are you? And why are you in my house?"Asking the questions that really needed to be asked before swallowing the food.
The whole room was silent. He couldn't tell if it was a good or bad sign, but he continues to eat the food, not bothering to look up at the girl if he couldn't really see her face. The sound of metal clacking as the girl place the tray on his dresser, and then squad down, getting a clear view of his face what was unknowing to Jongin was a small smile framed her face as she observed him the food she spent all morning to make.
"Don't you remember? I live here, silly." The words made Jongin chock on the food in his mouth.
'What the fuck does she mean?!' He thought to stare at the girl with wide eyes he shook his head not believing the information she just told him. "No, you don't. I don't even know you, and did my parents agreed to this?" His blood boiled at the thought of his parents, letting a stranger in without asking him first.
The girl leaned forward making Jongin lean back really he was more creep out by the blur on her face than how close she was suddenly, she started laughing, but it wasn't like the 'man, your face is so funny,' but a more like a creepy laugh sounds like a sociopath's laugh which didn't sit well with him. He tried saying something, but there was something in his mouth he reaches in there and pulls out strings of hair that look just like his mother's hair, his hands become wet he looks down at his hands and saws it.
Jongin dropped the item that was he once was happily eating on the ground; Its juices splashed on the floor some land on the girl's feet. Blood. On the floor, on his hands, it was everywhere.
"Your parents don't have to agree to anything...because they're dead. And nobody will take you away from me, no one." She seems to like the thought from the smile that spread across her face, "Mine. All mine."
Warnings: cuddling, people sleeping in the same bed but still SFW
Word Count: 949
A/N: Thank you @cardtak for requesting another one, hope you like it!
The sky was darker than usual. It was looming with heavy looking clouds. Would it snow or rain? You couldn’t tell, which made it difficult to know what to pack for the trip to your best friend’s dorm. Neither seemed optimal as you don’t like being wet and cold, but you hoped for snow as your friend enjoyed that so much more. The rain always did make Jongin uncomfortable for some reason.
You arrive to the dorms cold, backpack filled with your toiletries and snacks, and a large bag of assorted blankets. Ringing the bell, you shift from foot to foot while waiting for someone to answer.
“What’s up, loser?” A voice you recognize too well answers.
“Buzz me in Baekhyun, I’m cold.” You whine.
His tone is all too playful, “What’s the password?”
“Baek-“
There’s a sound of a commotion right before the other side of the line cuts out. Soon after, the door buzzes and you hear the lock disengaging.
Jabbing the button with a knowing smile you say, “thanks Jongin,” before slipping through the door. Going up the couple flights of stairs, you hear the bass and shouts of various parties. It gets a little quieter the higher you go, and you’re slightly out of breath when you reach the floor you need. The door is already open and an awaiting Jongin is leaning in the entry way.
“Baekhyun was complaining how he could hear you a mile away.” A grin is on Jongin’s lips as he watches you trudge the short distance between the stairs and his door.
“Well tell Baekhyun,” You pant, “that not all of us are crazy like him or dancers like you.”
“Hey!” Baekhyun’s voice shouts somewhere inside. “Crazy has nothing to do with it.”
This makes Jongin and you roll your eyes. He waves you in and you take familiar steps through the shared living room and towards Jongin’s room. You see his other roommates, Sehun and Chaneyol, as you pass, giving them a little wave that they almost miss because they are intently focused on the video game in front of them.
You dump your bags in Jongin’s room. “I got the goods.”
“Great.” Jongin eyes the dumped bag of snacks appreciatively. “He goes to his shelf and picks up two movies. “The Shining or The Poltergeist.”
“Wow…” You eye both of the movies. “I should’ve known.”
“There’s nothing wrong with these movies.” The pout on his face is cute. You shake your head to get rid of the thought.
“Let’s do The Shining. I finished the book recently so get ready for me to complain about everything.” The blankets are next to get dumped on the bed. You unfold them, making a big pile of warmth and comfort that’s just ready for you to dive in.
Jongin pulls out his computer and snickers. “You do that all the time anyways.”
“I do not!” You try to defend your honor, but know the words he speaks is the truth.
Once the movie is put in, the two of you get settled under the blankets which are pulled up over your head and the laptop. Pillows are arranged so you can lay on your stomach and rest your head and arms on them. Now you won’t be cold and this’ll help Jongin block out the sound of the weather outside if it did indeed rain. It also allows the two of you to be closer, toeing the line the both of you have yet to cross.
Jongin finds it amusing that you do indeed find everything to pick apart in the movie after reading the original text. The two of you watched this movie so many times together now, it helps bring a fresh take to one of your favorites. After a while you notice it’s a bit quiet on Jongin’s end and you take a peek over at him. His head is nestled into his arms, eyes closed, and he’s asleep peacefully as Jack Nicholson is running around with his murder axe.
You brush a stray strand of hair from his handsome face and smile softly at him before turning back to the movie. Not too much later, you are also in dreamland. When you come too it’s because the mountain of blankets is ripped from you.
“Look they are so…boring.” A voice shouts but quickly becomes disappointed.
Mustering your best glare, you open your eyes, but instead of seeing Baekhyun with an armful of blankets and Sehun and Chaneyol snickering in the background, you see a muscular chest filing your whole vision. Alarmed, you try to pull back, but something wrapped around you prohibits any movements. It doesn’t take you long to realize that something is one of Jongin’s strong arms.
“Get out of here Baekhyun.” Jongin grumbles, his morning voice low and deep.
You do your best to not let his affect you too strongly and will yourself to ask, “Snow or rain.”
“Snow.” Sehun answers, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
“You two love birds missed your first snow kiss. Now you have to wait a whole other year.”
“Out Baekhyun,” both you and Jongin grumble.
“C’mon you pervert.” Chaneyol laughs, dragging his friend out the door.
“Your just jealous I’m not afraid to say it.” Baekhyun starts, his voice muffled once Sehun closes the door after them.
The arm around you leaves, and the next moment the mountain of blankets are messily piled back on top of you. Jongin flops down somehow gracefully next to you. “Another movie?” The look on his face is soft as he looks at you.
Wanting to spend more time next to him you answer, “Yeah, let’s do another.”
A/N: Thank you @cardtak for requesting this one! I had fun planning it out and I hope you like it 💜
Your motto was always ‘be prepared!’ so you feel quite silly standing outside the dance studio building, not at all prepared for the cold front that blew in. Luckily, you did think to bring a jacket since it has been colder once the sun drops down behind the horizon. Unfortunately for you though, you are lacking gloves, and your hands are freezing.
To keep warm you keep on moving. You start bouncing on your toes, pacing back and forth, and even do squats until a passing couple gives you a judgmental glance. Quickly, you stop, and you are back to fidgeting with your hands stuffed as deeply as they can in your pockets.
The sound of a door opening catches your attention, making you turn towards the noise. Dance students file out of the door, some by themselves, a few in groups. You’re not surprised it takes a couple more minutes for two stragglers to come out as they most likely wanted to do some extra last-minute practice before getting kicked out.
Taemin spots you first, the lithe dancer patting his best friend on the shoulder as he parts ways. His black and grey ensemble fades quickly into the dark night. You watch him leave confused.
“Taemin isn’t coming with us?” You ask your friend who is lingering near the doorway.
There in front of you stands a beautiful man, decked out in a stylish brown coat. He lets out a breath, albeit somewhat nervously, “No just us…that’s not an issue is it?”
“What, no of course not. Let’s go Jongin.” You walk over and link your arm into his.
He tenses at your touch, but quickly relaxes.
“I’m just surprised is all. I know Taemin was wanting to try out this new tea shop too.” Again, you feel him stiffen slightly after your words.
“Something came up.” Jongin answers quickly.
You give him a look, but don’t push him anymore about it. The two of you talk easily as you walk through the neighborhood towards the district’s tiny little ‘downtown’ area. A particularly cold breeze cuts through the air, making you shiver.
Jongin tilts his head. “Are you cold?”
“Of course not.” The clattering teeth give you away.
“What happened to ‘I’m always prepared’?” Jongin eyes you up and down, critiquing your outfit. You feel a little self-conscious for a couple reasons.
“I was at my studio earlier in the day. It didn’t seem like it would be this cold from this forecast this morning.” You wrap your hands around yourself, attempting to squeeze the warmth and pride back into you. That is, until a thought entered your mind making you run in front of Jongin only to jab a finger into your friend’s well-built chest.
Ouch, that kinda hurt a little bit. Ignoring the pain, you accuse, “If someone’s practice wasn’t running late, I wouldn’t be this cold. We would be having hot drinks by now.”
“We got new choreo and Taemin and I wanted to make sure we got this one part down.” Jongin says as he stutters his steps to not literally walk over you.
“When you say “part’,” you jab your finger into his chest again, “you mean the whole routine.”
His expression is guilty, and you know you got it right. “I’m sor- Ahh your hands are freezing!” He yells when he tries to get you to stop poking a hole into his skin. He looks at you as if you attacked him, but then his expression turns guiltier. “How long were you waiting for us?”
Shrugging, you look at your nails, “Not long. Really it’s no big deal.” As if you weren’t just attacking him for ‘no big deal’.
“I can feel your ice fingers through my gloves.” Jongin looks scared when you hold said ice fingers up like claws, making you laugh.
A thought passes though Jongin’s mind and he nods to himself. Before he can lose any nerve, he’s taking off his right glove.
“What are you doing?” No sane person would take off their gloves in this temperature. His next actions surprise you even further when he grabs your right hand, and pulling the glove over it. It’s a little big for your hand, but it helps your hand feel warm. Especially the remaining body heat of his that lingers. Immediately, you feel heat rising up your neck and face.
Looking at his still gloved left hand, you can’t help but ask, “Are you giving up that one too?”
“No.” Jongin smiles before he quickly grabs your left hand with his right. He stuffs them in his coat pocket, his body heat and the thick material of his coat making your hand warm up significantly more than the other hand.
“Wha-“Your confused noise is cut off when Jongin starts walking, taking you with him.
The man doesn’t look at you, embarrassment clearly on his face. “This helps right, you feel warmer?”
Your heart feels like it is on fire. “Yeah, yeah it does.”
“Good.” He smiles shyly, but stiffens once you lean into him as you walk side by side. He gives your hand a nervous squeeze, and you up him one by entwining your fingers with his.
With how things were going, Jongin owed Taemin the whole tea shop for letting him walk with you alone tonight. He was going to confess, but he wanted this moment to last a little longer. He hoped he warmed your heart as much as he warmed your hands.
