Late Nights
Genre: fluff
Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Gn!Reader
Warnings: Slightly suggestive content, very self-indulgent, soft Beomgyu. Let me know if I missed anything.
Word Count: 1,114
A/n: This is very sappy and I’m not quite sure how I feel about it yet, but I hope you enjoy it. I try to keep it gender neutral and I think I did but if there’s any pronouns mentioned just let me know and I’ll fix it. Message me to be added or removed from taglist! Feedback is appreciated. Thank You!🤍🤍
Summary: After a long night out with your friends you come back home to your pouty boyfriend.
Hanging out with your friends is one of your favorite past-times. However, you can only handle it for so long. To say you have a short social battery would be the understatement of the century. You can only handle a couple hours max before you’re ready to go home and crash, so going out is a rare occasion. You do have fun when you go but would rather just spend most nights home snuggled in with your lovely boyfriend.
Beomgyu is the type of boyfriend that’s just a tad bit clingy. It was an adjustment at the beginning of the relationship since physical touch wasn’t exactly your top love language, but you grew to love it with Beomgyu. He loves to invade your space but always understands when you need your alone time or time out with your friends solo. That, however, doesn’t keep him from getting pouty when he’s deemed you had been gone for too long.
After a long night of singing, dancing, and drinking with your friends you are ecstatic to finally return to your shared apartment with your boyfriend. You expect him to be ready to greet you at the door, as that is what usually awaits you, but to your surprise the place is quiet and dark when you come in around midnight.
Figuring he’s sleeping because of the late hour you don’t announce your arrival and instead head straight for your bathroom. Wanting to wash away any stickiness, grime, and exhaustion from the night you decide to get into a nice hot shower. You let yourself slightly relax under the stream as your mind runs over the events of the night, slightly sobering up from your tipsy state.
Getting lost in your train of thought and how nice the water feels you don’t even notice that Gyu is in the room until he slips into the shower and tries to wrap his arms around you. You scream, having not noticed him, and jump away turning to look at him.
“Oh my god, Beom, you scared the hell out of me”, you relax and go back under the stream of water letting him put his arms around you this time, “how long have you been in here?”.
He doesn’t answer you, only pouts. You can’t help but admire him. His shaggy wet hair he asks you to play with all the time, his lips you always want to kiss so badly, his brown eyes you love to get lost in, his body you love to litter with marks constantly. Maybe it’s the bit of alcohol still in your system, but he’s looking a little extra fine right now, pouting at you oh so adorably. You get so distracted trying to engrave his image into your head that you don’t even notice he is talking to you.
“What?”, you ask focusing on what he is saying instead of his crazy good looks. “Unbelievable,” his pout worsens,” “gone all night, didn’t even tell me you were back, and now you’re ignoring me?”. You can’t help but smile at him which just leaves him utterly bewildered. What’s so funny about his misery?
“You’re so cute, baby”, you state as you move some of his wet hair away from his eyes. “I thought that you were sleeping; I didn’t want to disturb you. Also, I wasn’t ignoring you I was just too mesmerized by your beauty”.
His face heats up at the compliment but he keeps up the sulking act. “That’s no excuse. Even if I was sleeping then you should’ve woken me up”. “Awww did you miss me that much?”, you ask teasingly. He just scoffs, pulling you closer to him and lightly headbutting you. “Shut up, as if we don’t both know the feeling is mutual. We’re both simps”.
You hum in agreement and lightly peck his nose, pouring some of his shampoo onto your hands before running your hands through his hair. You massage the shampoo into his hair thoroughly and then rinse it for him too. He gives you a weird look and you can’t help but laugh.
“What? What’s that look for?”, you ask. He slightly purses his lips at you before responding, “Nothing it’s just..shouldn’t this be the other way around? I mean you’re the one who’s drunk so shouldn’t I be taking care of you?”. “But I’m not drunk”, you reply quickly, “just slightly tipsy. There’s a big difference, and besides I just can’t help spoiling my baby. If you really want to take care of me, though, I can think of a few other ways you could do that”, you look at him with a slight smirk.
He blushes at the innuendo but just turns you around, so your back is to his chest and grabs your shampoo washing your hair for you. “I can’t handle you with alcohol”, he mumbles, and you laugh. He slightly smiles at the sound and starts rinsing your hair, “now just shush and let me help you. It won’t kill you to let me spoil you too”. You hum and smile, leaning back into him. “I guess it never hurts to be pampered every now and then”.
Beomgyu helps you with the rest of your shower finishing quickly when you started complaining you were tired, the night finally catching up to you. He helps you with the rest of your usual nighttime routine and dresses you too, putting you in some underwear and one of his hoodies before carrying you into your shared room and plopping down on the bed.
He adjusted you two so that you were laying on his chest, running his hand through your hair. “I still can’t believe you left me here all alone and didn’t even tell when you got home”, he says, and you giggle. “Did you at least get some fun out of my misery?”, he asks making you smile more.
“I did. Of course, I missed you too, but you know there’s never a dull moment when I’m out with those psychos I call my friends.”, you laugh before letting out a yawn. Man, nothing gets you quite as exhausted as socializing. “Okay,”, you say, “I think my battery is officially drained”.
Beomgyu smiles and kisses your head. “Good. Maybe now you’ll actually get some sleep”. You roll your eyes at his little jab at your insomnia but snuggle closer to him closing your eyes. “Yeah yeah. Goodnight, ma Cherie”. He chuckles at your choice of pet-name and wraps his other arm around you to keep you close to him. “Goodnight, my love”, he mumbles, kissing your head one last time before closing his eyes to let sleep wisp him away.
A/n: Ma Cherie means my darling in French if anyone was wondering. Also, Dear Sputnik anyone?🤍🤍
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