#txt headcanons

[soobvns]

tubatu ⪩. .⪨ sugar talkin’

summary ⪩. .⪨ texting txt ‘we need to talk’ with no context… chaos ensues..

⤷ txt x gn! reader ,, fluff, crack, usual shenanigans

a/n: sorry for going mia for a while… here’s an apology while i crank out the fics in the background. this is heavily inspired by the cortis fandom because they be cranking out shit (before u guys attack me i only read james shit… now we move on!)

[soobvns]

h. k ༯ super ending !

smmry ༯ kai can’t help but give in when his guilty conscience starts tearing him apart from the inside out — so of course he has to tell the truth in the most spiderman way possible !

→ part four //smau, fluff, angst, gn!reader. kai & reader are bad at feelings

a/n: final chapter for my baby @aweinkai !!! thank u guys for all fhe support ! last chapter was subpar so i hope this made up for it <3 also i feel like i should preface that im going through extreme writers block so im sorry if this is a piece of shit.

WHILE you couldn’t tell Yoonchae how you really felt about Kai’s excuse, in reality, the second he spilled that sob story, a part of you knew it just wasn’t true. Whether it was the way he anxiously picked at the hem of his sleeves or the way he looked at you with this look that screamed ‘please don’t fight me’, you lost the effort to demand for the truth again.

Maybe it was easier to just pretend it didn’t bother you.

Maybe you just wanted life to go back to normal.

So you swallowed it all: the doubt, the rage, the entire unjustified feeling that made you seethe and wallow in some sort of pity.

In the tough 2 weeks before Kai apologised and spewed that story, life was hard and you don’t want to go back to it. It was tough because you’re so used to Kai being there and to actively ignore him or go out of your way to avoid him was miserable.

Spending time with Beomgyu or Yoonchae only did so much for your social battery, so you swallowed all the emotions and pretended to believe Kai.

Pretend that you don’t hear him scramble out of his bedroom window when a threat hit the town. Pretend that you don’t hear him fall back in, bruised and battered as he treats himself in the shared bathroom.

You pretend you don’t see the bloody tissues or wads of plasters clumped in the bathroom bin, clumsily covered by whatever rubbish he could get his hands on. You pretend you don’t hear the way he holds back tears when he gets a particularly bad wound on his side and flinches whenever you come near him.

The way he flinched when you snuck up on him.

It’s soul crushing but you got used to it. It’s what Kai wants.

THE alleyway off of main street is the type that changes when the sky is bright or dark. Walking through now doesn’t feel bad, but once the sky starts to dim and the outline of shapes becomes blurry and warped, it’s somewhere you want to stay far from.

So you don’t know why your hair is standing on end as you walk through the brightly lit street. You find yourself jumping at something so simple as a cat darting across the brick laid street or the faint rustle of a plastic bag that skirts across the ground.

Debris scatters as you quicken your pace.

It’s a weird sensation — to feel watched when there’s visibly no one around. You can see the clearings of the fire escapes in your peripheral and there’s no one loitering in the area with you.

The pastry filled bag crinkles when you grip it a little tighter.

BZZT!

BZZT!

YOU pause as you read Kai’s text. A laugh bubbles in your throat, just short of escaping as you realise that Kai must’ve been the person making you feel like you’re on edge.

“So you’re stalking—“ The witty comment dies on your tongue as you turn around and find the alleyway vastly empty. The only sign of life are the few people walking by it on the main street, yet the area around you is empty.

Your brows furrow as you glance back down at your phone, then up, then to your side. Your mind rattles as you try to locate your very annoying roommate.

“Turn around, stupid.” A sly laugh leaks into your ears as you whip around.

Kai hands upside down, head just centimetres from your own as his infuriatingly charming smirk beams at you. Even while dangling upside down, he still looks good.

“Wha—“ You’re cut off once more by Kai who raises a finger to his lips.

You’re suddenly hit by deja vu.

Followed shortly by your frustration. Very intense frustration.

“So you are Spiderman!” You growl as — without thinking — the hand clenching his iced americano automatically shoots forward to shove his shoulder. Kai yelps as he shakes on his web, coughing as globs of coffee hit his face and catch the back of his throat. His recently cleaned suit becomes sticky as he spouts out pleas for you to stop as you continue bashing on his shoulders.

Kai winces once he realises his prized crossaint is currently being crushed against his own body, too.

“Okay! Okay! Damn — I’m sorry!” He begs, swinging desperately as he tries not to loose his balance and bruise his ego in the same second.

A split second of silence passes between the both of you, nothing but the sound of light pants from both you and Kai. Your hands fall limply beside your sides, pastry bag hanging on by the lightest grip. The iced cup rattles as it thuds against the ground, rolling in its own sticky consistency before it settles against your coffee soiled shoe.

“I… I thought this would be.. cooler.” Kai admits bashfully as he continues to slightly sway. The frown that settles on your lips is one Kai has seen before, the one that shows when you get a lower score than expected on an exam. Disappointment.

It gnaws at his chest the longer you pause for the right words.

“You’re so fucking stupid.” Though you meant it to come out with more ferocity, the tone that Kai hears is soft and tired.

Thought he efforts a chuckle, “Yeah. I am.”

“You lied to me for so long, Kai.” The unfiltered exhaustion on your face makes Kai pause. The twinge of a smile that curved on the side of his lips falls flat as the brown of his eyes twinkle with emotion.

“I—“

“I get it. I really do, I mean… You’re a hero. God. But I thought you trusted me.” Your voice cracks as you spill how you really feel. Suddenly the noise of the high street is nothing but a rumble in the background, “… And I saw it. The tissues, the gauze — the blood. I saw it all and how you were hurting and you still shut me out. Kai — fuck, I kept thinking, what if you die? What if you die out there and the only way I’ll know it’s you is when they take off that damn mask and—“ The tears sting at your eyes, “And I’m forced to accept that I knew it was you the whole time and I couldn’t do anything to help. I can’t.”

The wind tousles with your hair as you fight back tears and even as Kai hangs upside down, suspended by his own body but instead it feels like it’s your words keeping him still. His heart thrums against his ribcage as you croak out the worries you’ve piled inside for weeks.

It’s eating you from the inside and he let it happen.

“Y/N…” Kai’s voice is soft, smooth like honey in the way you’ve heard before.

Yet this time it’s not comforting.

“I realised even if you tell me, I can’t do anything. I’ll just know that you’re dead without having to wait for you to be identified. Then I thought, isn’t that selfish? To badger you about it just so I can know inside? You’re trying to save an entire city of people, thousands — hundreds of thousands! But I just thought of myself. You don’t even thinking about yourself. I… I just…” Kai becomes a marbled version of himself when the tears teeter on falling. His sharp features are nothing but a blob as the salty globs of water threaten to break past the damn of your lashes and your chest fights to heave out the sob that’s crawling up your throat.

“I am selfish. Y/N, I’m so fucking selfish.” Kai spews before he can hold himself back. His sudden outburst causes you to blink and the tears roll down your face in quick succession. Your lip wobbles, fighting against your teeth and you bite back the ugly sob.

Kai’s heart thrums in a way that feels medically impossible. His heart lurches to his throat as his face warms with a flurry of confusing emotions, “Every time I’m out there I think about where you are. I see a civilian in front of me about to die and I think ‘at least it’s not Y/N’ or ‘I wonder where Y/N is.’ I don’t think about how lucky I was to get there in time — Y/N I almost let someone die the day I picked you up from that alley because you were too close for comfort.”

The wind picks up, biting at your cool cheeks as your tears run down them freely. Kai thinks you can’t be anymore beautiful than you are but even in this vulnerable state, you’re still breathtaking.

A rumble builds in his chest, pettily laughing at his own situation.

“I thought if I made this cool entrance, surprised you like this that the reveal would go smooth. Maybe you’d think I’m cool — maybe you’d forget that I’m a dick who’s been lying to you for months.” He rolls his eyes at his own behaviour, “I thought it’d be easier than this.”

The flesh of your lower lip feels dull when you let it go from your teeth.

“It was never going to be easy, Kai.” You mumble, face numb, “But you’re never easy.”

Kai frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“It was never going to be easy to find out the man I love is fighting criminals and aliens on a daily basis — it was never going to be easy to tell you ‘I love you’ because you’d probably die before I do it. Or I’d leave before I could because I couldn’t handle heartbreak twice.”

“Twice?” Kai breathes.

You nod, “First when you reject me and secondly when you lose a fight to your ego and you’re 6 feet under with that stupid outfit on.”

“I made this outfit, you know…” Kai mumbles dejectedly.

Even after spilling your guts out, he still makes you chuckle when you feel like you’ve got no emotions left.

A crushed can tumbles by, clacking as it hits spare debris. Kai clears his throat.

“I’ll see you at home. I’ll get started on finding somewhere else to live. Sorry about the pastry.” You sniff as you kick your feet from the ground, rounding Kai’s dangling body as he stares at the place you were standing, immobilised by shock.

He pauses, then splutters — “Y/N! Wait! Hold o— Fuck. Shit.”

There’s a thud and crash followed by scuffling. You don’t bother to glance behind you because the sound of squabbling footsteps rushes behind you in record time.

“Please don’t make me chase you in this stupid outfit.” He pleas as his hand clamps on your shoulder.

“Thought you made it?” You scoff, eyes trailing from his gloved hand to desperate face. He still looks so angelic when pleading.

He exhales, “Stop. Please.”

For the second time today, your feet plant in the ground. Kai’s posture crumbles softly as you turn around, face dejected.

“Don’t do this in public, Kai.”

“Let me speak!” Kai’s plea edges on unfiltered desperation. You flinch softly when he shouts. His brows furrow with apology.

“I never said I didn’t love you. Y/N, you think I don’t?” Kai puffs, cheeks tingling with the same warmth a schoolboy gets when he confuses to his crush. His stomach flutters uncomfortably, “All I think about is you. Every time I come home, I think about you. I think about what we can do together, I think about what you’re wearing, what you’re doing — I think about the day you tell me you have a boyfriend because I waited too long to tell you because I’m a fucking loser who would rather keep you as a friend than lose you to a rejection because you can do so much better than me.”

“Kai…”

Kai shakes his head, “But this whole time… you were scared to lose me. Not just as a friend but in general… And I never thought about it that way.”

“I don’t expect you to.”

“I should have. All I thought about was you finding someone else while I continue to fight criminals in this stupid suit… I’m sorry.”

You step closer, shoes scuffing against the ground before bumping against the toes of his own. Kai inhales when the spaces between your faces narrow and your hands travel to gently hold his cheeks, “I love you, Kai. Even when you’re in this stupid fucking suit.”

He laughs, soft and reserved. His eyes shake as he takes in your face and the dried tear tracks stuck against your cheeks.

His limp arms curl around your waist when you tug his head closer to yours, lips smashing together in a swift motion that takes both of your breaths away.

His lips mould against your own so naturally that the thoughts in your head melt away. Before you know it, your fingers are tangled in his locks and his hands are pushing your waist against his hips. A soft harmony of delighted breaths and whiny moans spill from both of your mouths as you drink each others unspoken thoughts.

“Hey! Is that fucking Spider-man!?”

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[saturnsfae]

omg this is a hard thought but imagine like going to the beach w tyun and teasing him all day then him fucking the life out of u as soon as u get home

oh. ok.. yeah sure let’s imagine (o///o) writing this while i’m currently sunbathing at the beach hihihihi

✽ warnings: (18+) beach episode w/ taehyun 🌞 mdni!! afab!reader , unprotected sex , skimpy bathing suit , reader loves teasing , shower sex , kinda mean dom!tyun , brat taming , pussy slapping , finger sucking , mocking , rough dirty talk , mouth covering , fingering , slight manhandling — 1.3O3 wrds.

okay… so tyun noticed this started even before you arrived at the beach, skimpy ass bikini set he never saw you buy or show him before, but he doesn’t say anything and just eyes you through his sunglasses because it really doesn’t bother him. he only comments when you give him a twirl and ask him how you look, flinging your packed out beach bag over his shoulder and planting a kiss on your forehead. “i like it,” he murmurs before he’s gently nudging you to continue getting ready with a pat on your overly exposed ass.

“mhm, you look good baby, c’mon..” it’s hard to tell his true expression with the dark shades covering half his face but you’re not one to back down, onto the next method of teasing with a grin on your face as you’re practically skipping out the door.

in the car ride to the beach, you’re shifting around in the passenger seat as he’s pulling into an empty slot in the public parking lot. he’s silent but he’s watching you from his peripheral as you raise your hips and shift down your jean shorts in such a slow manner, kicking them off and throwing them in the backseat. he doesn’t say anything but he catches the small glimpse of a smile on your face to realize right then and there that this was all on purpose, that you’re planning something. yet, he stays quiet as you both demount all the beach stuff, waiting for you to just pull off your (his) loose t-shirt from your body and throw it into the car before he locks it.

and it doesn’t stop there, even after he finished setting up your post near the crashing waves and securing the beach umbrella for you, freezing to watch you untie the stringed knot of your bikini top and ask with the softest voice for help, handing him the sunscreen bottle with a small pout on your lips. tyun never denies your needs, getting closer when you’re done settling stomach down on the blanket, open back facing the sun and his wondering eyes. his hands feel so slippery with sunscreen and perfect and heavy against your entire back, not even pressing as harsh as they would for you to be making those noises. or for you to elongate your entire torso as if you were a stretching cat, squirming underneath his passing touch. “mmhhh, thank you, baby.” your muffled voice is dripping with a teasing tone, amusement and fluttery after he swipes the last of the sunscreen on his hands over the back of your thighs.

even when you drag him into the water with you after a while of just sunbathing, clinging onto him with your arms wrapped around his neck as the waves roll your bodies together. your fingers swipe off water droplets from the side of his neck as your legs easily wrap around his waist underneath the water.

in typical tyun fashion, he stays quiet, not once changing his mannerism or allowing his mood to show on his face, even after the eventful day in the beach and when you’re already on the way back home. he agrees with you when you say to leave everything in the car, to deal with it later, because you’re incredibly tired to unpack anything and you wanna just shower off the salt. it’s so subtle, it has you thinking nonetheless but his mind is already made up with a plan he conjured on the drive back..

you don’t know how you got here, clutching around his neck for dear life and moans echoing loud within the bathroom as he snaps his hips harder into you, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. it’s slippery, head tipped back against the shower tiles, body sliding effortlessly against the wall with each audible plap. you wonder why he decided to wait until he closes the bathroom door to push you in the shower (after your little show of bending down in front of him to open the water faucet). maybe because taehyun is a man of restraint, until it fucking snaps. he didn’t even wait when he turned you around and pressed you against the wall, pulling the thin strings of your so called bathing suit apart to reveal your perked nipples, grabbing your thigh and pushing them further apart to slot himself in. not a care in his world about the water trickling off his body and spraying onto yours as he pushes the thin fabric of your bottoms aside, landing a rough smack onto your exposed pussy as your claws dig into his thick biceps for support. the small yelp that squeezes passed your lips was comical.

“you fucking minx, you wanted this from the very beginning and thought i wouldn’t notice?” he murmurs, tone not rough and apathetic, but leaving no room for any bratty retort. “no, but you knew i would notice. you wanted me to notice.”

you whimper when taehyun suddenly, and roughly, shoves his fingers into your mouth after they swiped over your drooling slit, yanking them back out before you could even try sucking on them. they trail low like his voice as he continues, “you wouldn’t have cared if i fucked you right there at the beach, you wanted me to like the desperate slut you are, right? is that what you wanted?”

he’s right, and he knows how much you hate to say it, so he’ll press it out of you.

he takes your whimper as a yes, even if it was a pair with a shake of your head, sinking his lithe fingers even if you were a clenching mess. the stretch burns so good, hand clutching his wrist but he yanks it away and pins it on the wall next to your head.

a gasp, “tyun—”

“tyun??” he mocks, same tone, same pitch and it has heat curling in your belly. “what do you want your tyunnie to do, hm?” his fingers curl and you’re raising on your tippy toes from how accurate they punch, right on that gummy spot, found so easily. “to fuck you? i think you want tyun to fuck this brattiness shit out of you, right?” his sharp teeth nibble at your earlobe, you have no choice but to nod quickly this time when he pulls away to stare at you with expectation.

okay so that’s how you got here, hands pulling his face into your neck from the grip you had on his wet locks, feeling his teeth sink into your shoulder and the stupid gusset of your bath suit bottoms dig into your thigh. at some point does his hand reach back from the wall to clasp around your lips and muffle your moans, you’re on cloud nine, eyes rolling back as your body freezes from the toe curling orgasm he pulls out of you, him not following too far behind after.

his hand slides off your mouth, and as you’re both catching your breaths, he presses you firmly against the wall knowing you’ll fall limp on your own if he doesn’t hold you up for the first few seconds. cock throbbing deep within your tight walls, he nudges impossibly deeper as he pulls away his upper body, to assess your state. you’re an absolute mess but he doesn’t miss the the lazy, cocky smile that settles on your raw lips. full of nothing but pure satisfaction and smugness. a scoff huffs from his mouth as you lick your lips, hooded eyes still staring at him. tyun shakes his head, carefully moving you underneath the spraying water to get properly washed, thinking about how he’ll deal with you again later with a soft smile. and you’re giggling, still basking in your post glow relief.

he ended up falling for your trick, and you got exactly what you wanted. :)

“you little brat..” he chuckles.

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[thoughtsforsoob]

bf!txt surprises you with a vacation! (hyung line)

note: hellooo ! I really wanted to make some texts so hopefully they came out cool! If you enjoy, remember to leave a like and maybe even reblog :D I apologize for any typos but I’m working on my phone so that makes it a little harder :/ please enjoy!

yeonjun

soobin

beomgyu

[soobvns]

h. k ༯ super sorry !

smmry ༯ kai brainstorms the idea of really telling you who he is because he can’t stand how much it’s hurting you. a few bumps in the road come between that and the truth, though.

→ part three //smau, fluff, angst, gn!reader

a/n: @aweinkai this is for uuuu !!! thank u guys for the support, i think i have one more part for this to be honest… and it will include the iconic kiss tehe

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[soobvns]

h. k ༯ super weird!

smmry ༯ after weeks of coincidences, you can’t help but start to feel insane! it doesn’t help that kai keeps looking at you like you’ve gone insane - maybe it’ll take a simple task for the truth to come out.

→ part two //smau, fluff, gn!reader

a/n: dedicated to my wawi once again (@aweinkai) and an apology for going m.i.a for a day >< again i am a spiderman larp rn so forgive me if i get the lore or concept extremely wrong idek. there are multiple written parts !!!

WHEN spiderman bursts into the abandoned warehouse that you were kidnapped to, you feel less thankful than what you expected to be. In fact, the entire time the bag was thrown over your head and you were thrown into the back of a van, you could only think about how Spiderman would probably be here soon.

You spot him when you tip your head back after the bag on your head was removed by one of the crooks. They tried to intimidate you, make you cry for the random video but they were quickly scared by the onslaught of growing sirens in the distance. All you wanted to do was calm yourself down - ease the tidal waves of anxiety splashing in your stomach but the red mask above you feels like a damning ripple in the quaint, settled sea.

Just metres above you is a dangling superhero that you’re honestly not overly surprised to see. The familiar red face greets you, but he taps a finger over where his mouth should be to indirectly tell you to be quiet.

He drops softly from the ceiling and shuffles to where your legs are taped to the legs of the old chair. You glance at the busy bodies around you, thankful they’re occupied by the growing noise of police sirens to see the eyesore of colour crouched by your legs. You try not to hiss as he tugs the tape from your legs.

You can’t help but really stare at spiderman because something just feels sickly familiar. The outline of his strong jaw and pointed nose makes a bell in the back of your head start to ring, dinging louder with every interaction you have — with every inch he gets closer.

“Hey! Wait, is that fucking Spiderman!?” A voice yells and breaks you from your trance. You whip your head up to witness the group of men scatter, drawing knives and small guns from their pockets as they storm over to where the crouched hero is. Within seconds your arms are ripped from their ductape bindings and a pained yelp escapes you as the cool air licks are your stinging skin. The masked hero mumbles a faint apology before he’s whisking you from your chair and propelling both of your bodies into the air.

A bullet whizzes past your head which causes you to grasp onto the hero without thinking. Only then do you realise how strong his grip is on your waist and how your legs automatically tangled around his thin, toned waist. There’s no time to really think about anything when the wind is whipping your hair around wildly and you’re clinging onto the suited hero that seems to follow your every thought now.

Your arms cling around his shoulders, eyes wide and full of bewilderment. This in no way matches the time you were gently plucked from the main street and placed in an alleyway - not with the way he uses a strong left arm to crush your waist against his torso as he flies across the skies by a webbed rope.

He webs between buildings without an inkling of doubt, twisting and curling around corners that seem deathly impossible. Your words are caught in your throat as you blatantly stare at the hero.

“You found me, again.” You mumble, eyes dissecting the fabric thin covering his face. He turns his head towards you just by a slight angle and it’s like you can read his face.

I know.

YOU decide against messaging Kai because you know he’ll end up telling you to leave the dirty clothes for him to wash. It feels a bit unfair, despite the fact you selfishly enjoy that he does the washing and drying that he is doing it 99% of the time.

It can’t be that hard right? The beaten line of dirtied washing machines is vaguely more terrifying than what you realise but you fairly remember Kai mentioning that the second machine on the far left seems to be in the best shape.

“Please don’t eat my clothes.” You whisper a plea to the machine as you rip the flimsy door open. The familiar waft of soft clean linen and faint synthetic floral greets your senses as your eyes land on a pile of slightly damp clothes. You wince as you look between your pile of unwashed clothes and the damp, soggy pile.

Maybe if you put it in a dryer the owner won’t realise?

With a quick scan of the room around you and deciding it’s criminally empty, you swiftly begin to pull out the pile of clothes. The clothes slop against the floor with a wet plop, slowly creating a slippery puddle next to your feet.

“Oh.” You mumble as a familiar band tshirt peers at you from the centre of the drum. Even in its dark, dampened state you recognise the flakey scrawled letters and faded imagery on the chest of the shirt. It’s the same shirt Kai wears when he’s just chilling in the house, when he’s being lugged to the gym by Taehyun, when he stays up late to finish university work — the same shirt he wears when you both stay up late eating ramen together while you rant about what woes you have both faced in the last few weeks.

It’s the same shirt he wore when you cried in front of him for the first time and Kai showed you that he is actually a friend and not just a roommate who tolerates your existence.

It then makes you feel bad when you realise you’ve plopped his clothes against the dirty, washing room ground.

The pile of socks that you grab next, you avoid throwing them on the ground. Though, a pile of red that you don’t recognise perks your interest.

You can’t remember Kai wearing such bright colours as the man’s closet mostly contained muted colours and the odd pop of white or grey. You remember the day you cackled when Yeonjun showed you a photo of Kai when he was seemingly 16, dressed head to toe in purple like it was a normal outfit choice. You’ll never forget the sight of purple skinny jeans and how you almost peed yourself as you airily breathed out , “Who the fuck sells purple skinny jeans!?”

Maybe he’s stemmed into colour again? You hum as you tug the peaking fabric out of the pile of dark clothes.

“What the fuck.”

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[soobvns]

h. k ༯ super series !

smmry ༯ when you think your roommate is the superhero that saves the city, it makes you understandably feels insane — especially when said hero seems to follow you everywhere!

— spiderman! kai x roommate! reader

a/n: this is purely a random idea i had and i am larping being a superhero fan so forgive me if it makes no sense to the real lore

part one ༯ super secret!

part two ༯ super weird!

part three ༯ super sorry!

part four ༯ super ending!

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[thoughtsforsoob]

a/n: hiii! this was requested by a user in the comments of my last post (idk if they wanna be tagged, so I'll leave that up to them). this is another rendition of my beat up!sannie post, but will choi soobin of txt ;P he has pretty eyes and bread cheeks, so this should work so well. please enjoy.

knowing soobin was a pleasure. he was such a sweet boy, and he was quite cute as well. you two had been best friends since childhood and he constantly proved to be the best friend anyone could ask for. one of hi favorite things to do for you was surprise you with your favorite banana milk and a big piece of sweet milk bread. you always joked that the bun reminded you of his doughy cheeks, which would make him laugh.

soobin had never been the aggressive type. he was also so docile and kind. he was the type to rather crawl in a hole and cover it with dirt before confronting anyone for any reason. even if it was something as small as his drink or food being slightly wrong, he just sucked it up and ate/drank whatever he was given. you were the one who always stepped in and spoke up for him. he hated that he was like this because he wanted the roles to be reversed. he may have been just your bestie but he wanted more. He wanted to be stronger so he could stand up for you and make you feel safe when you were with him.

he tries to make this change one evening when at a bar. you had dragged him out to a themed night at a local bar. he was never one for going out to drink, preferring to drink in the comfort of his own home, but you could convince him to do anything. he got dressed up and even opted to pick you up from your apartment. the moment you stepped out, all he could think about was how pretty you looked. the cute little outfit you put on was driving soobin insane. all he hoped was that no one else would look at you or try to hit on you.

when you arrive at the bar, soobin gets a beer, and you get a little sweet drink, following the theme of the night. it had a cute pink umbrella, so you had to have it. soobin put his card down for the tab even when you whined at him that you could pay. he insisted and gave the bartender his card. the two of you made your way to a small booth near the microscopic dance floor. soobin let you pick which side you wanted to sit at and then took a seat for himself.

while sipping you drinks, conversation started to flow nicely, as it usually did. soon enough, your drink was empty and so was soobins, so he offered to get up and grab another round of drinks. you thanked him and he walked off, making sure to keep an eye on your booth. without wasting any time, some guy at the bar walked up to you and started to talk you up. he seemed nice enough but was clearly a little bit too drunk for 9pm. he was kind of slurring his words and he wasn't completely coherent. you tried brushing him off but he wouldn't leave. you decided it was time to pull out your best card.

when this guy tried to slide into the space next to your on your side of the booth, you pushed him back. "stay away from me! my boyfriend is going to get mad when he comes back and sees you getting close to me." the guy rolls his eyes. "Boyfriend? he left you here alone?" Soobin noticed this guy getting close and stomped over the second the drinks were ready. He heard you referring to him as your boyfriend so soobin played the role. he angrily set the drinks down and glared at the random guy.

"Whats going on here?" soobin asked. the drunk guy started to laugh. "What the hell, man. You are not intimidating at all. How can you be her boyfriend?" Soobin heard enough and lunged at the guy, punching him in the nose. This drunk guy was pissed and started to fight back against soobin. Unfortunately, soobin was not much of a fighter and had no experience so he was not bound to win at all. he fought back the best he could but ended up getting pretty scuffed up. Once the guys had enough, he walked away, but not without getting another word in. “Fucking loser. Can’t even defend your girl.” The guy got away before soobin could get up and chase after him. You were still in shock about what happened but you managed to help soobin off the floor. The first thing you saw was his black eye. You felt so sorry for him. He got in this potion because of you and you felt awful about it.

Sadly, the two of you had been kicked out of the bar so you had to go home. You opted to walk home since you weren’t too far from your apartment anyways. You and soobin walked in mostly silence, neither of you having much to say. When you reached your door, you opened in and walked inside. Soobin looked at you with sad eyes. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed in after what happened. “C-can I come in?” He asked, his voice breaking. That’s when your heart completely shattered. You pulled him in and locked the door behind him. “Of course you need to come in, dummy. How could you get in a fight like that? Hmm? Make that make sense! You’ve never faught anyone! Why start now? That guy’s fucked you up, soobin.” He examined his face as you spoke passionately, looking at how a bruise was developing on the cheek opposite of his black eye. He wasn’t sure also bleeding from his nose. Soobin had no idea how to tell the truth. “Please don’t be angry with me. I couldn’t live with myself if you were angry with me. I just…he was being disrespectful to you and I had to defend you!” He felt tears welling in his eyes. He was so desperate and embarrassed. You stopped feeling upset the second you saw his tears. He was so vulnerable right now and you were yelling at him. Quickly, you wiped his tears away gently. “Look…I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell. Please forgive me. I just…why would you fight someone for me, soob? I could’ve just told him to go away or I could’ve got security. Why would you wanna defend me, even if it meant putting yourself in a dangerous situation?” You looked into his glassy eyes and aaaited your answer. He was stumped. Should be just come out with it? Before he could think further, he opened his mouth. “It’s because I love you….more than just a best friend. I’m in love with you. Would you also defend someone you’re in love with?” He wanted to badly to be swallowed by the ground in that moment. How did he expose himself so badly?

You looked up at him with teary eyes. Now you were crying too. He’d just confessed to you and you couldn’t be happier. “You love me, soob? I suppose that’s not so bad because I love you too. Thank you for defending me from that creep.” You hug him closely and he reciprocates the hug. This is all he’s even wanted for years, to have you in his arms. He pulled away for a moment to kiss your forehead. “Well…can I be your boyfriend? Please?” You chuckle at how he asked so politely. “Of course you’re gonna be my boyfriend. I love you. Now let me clear those cuts. He messed you up pretty bad. Gosh, we can never go back to that bar again.” He laughed at what you said and followed you like a cute little ducky all the way to your bathroom.

(Hope you enjoyed!)