❪ 私たちの春 ❫ fluff est. rs yongseung x f!reader 670 cw ノ no warnings 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ the idea of this yongseung makes me so delusional why can't he be mine...... hes so perfect........ / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Yongseung knows that you think he's going to propose on this trip. Your suspicion is correct, of course. He has learned to always be wary of your insanely good intuition. But he really wants this to be a surprise for you, which is why he's still denying it straight to your face.
"Are you sure you don't have a ring?" you ask him again. It's already the third time that question has left your lips during this breakfast.
Everything has been nice on this trip so far. Bali is the perfect destination, whether or not you're going to be engaged by the end of the trip (which you're still 99% sure you will be.) The beach is gorgeous and there are endless activities and amenities to keep your entertained and relaxed. Since you got here, you haven't had a single worry in your head, which is exactly what Yongseung was hoping to accomplish. He wants everything to be perfect for you, especially on a trip this important.
It's just you and him vacationing for a whole week together, which is what you like best about it. You've always wanted to take a trip with just him. In your three years together, this is the first opportunity you've had. So, in many ways, you've been waiting for this just as long as Yongseung has, even if you're not the one who has been planning a proposal for months in secret.
"I don't! I haven't found the right one yet," Yongseung swears yet again. It's a bold-faced lie, and he has to keep himself from smiling nervously at the way you're looking at him. The ring is still safely stowed away in his backpack, hidden very carefully amidst his things that he knows you would never look for. There's no way you found it, right…?
You cross your arms and lean back in your chair, staring at your boyfriend like you're trying to decipher some secret code. After a moment, you lean forward again, voice quiet and slow as if you're trying to make sure no one else hears.
"Did you order it while that store was having their Winter discount? Because I swear if you spent more than you had to on my engagement ring I might just say no."
Yongseung tries not to choke, because yes, he did order it during that perfectly timed Winter sale. He knows you would have chewed him out for spending too much on you, and while he's the first to oppose that mindset, he respects your need for frugality. He doesn't have the budget to drop five figures on a ring, anyway, much as he thinks you definitely deserve it.
By some miracle, Yongseung manages to keep his expression calm. At least, he hope he does. You've always been too good at reading him, and he's starting to think that it might be easier to just admit that this whole trip is exactly what you're suspecting. But no. He has to keep holding out. He has everything planned to ask you tonight. He can last just 10 more hours easily.
You're still looking at him like you know he's lying—like you can read everything he's trying to hide beneath the surface. He's not sure why he thought it would even be possible to hide his proposal plans from you, let alone easy. You're probably the most attentive and noticing person when it comes to him, and while that is one of the many reasons he loves you (and wants to marry you), it certainly doesn't work in his favour today.
You made sure to commend your fiancé for his efforts in keeping the proposal a surprise for you later that night, but you and Yongseung both know that you were counting down the hours to it the entire time, completely aware of his whole scheme. He may not have been able to keep the proposal a secret from your discerning eye, but you did say yes to him, so on that account, it was a success.
genre(s): fluff?, a little bit of angst | warnings: bodyguard! yongseung x celebrity! reader (not mentioned much tho), he's hot, brief moments of self depreciation (reader), alcohol, brief makeout sesh | words: 2.2k | @fantasia-films | @daydreamnet | masterlist.
a/n: i was enabled.....and yongseung is hot. i feel like there isn't much plot here so idk but I def wanna write more bodyguard seung !!
"And all I wanna do, is to fall in deep,"
Kim Yongseung was a puzzle to you.
One that you hated.
At first, you were irritated by him, cold, unreadable, always carrying that faint, infuriating smirk like he knew something you didn’t. Like nothing about you could shake him.
But irritation, when left unchecked, rarely stayed what it was.
It twisted into curiosity. Then into something. Something that lingered longer than it should.
You knew better. You did. Someone like you, constantly watched, constantly judged, couldn’t afford mistakes like this.
One wrong move, one rumor, and everything you built could crumble.
And yet…
You were starting not to care.
So you tested him.
Small things at first, standing a little too close, brushing past him when there was more than enough space, letting your voice drop softer when you spoke to him. Watching. Waiting.
And you saw it.
The flicker.
The way his gaze lingered a second too long before snapping away. The subtle tightening of his grip at your waist when guiding you through crowds. The hesitation, so brief anyone else would miss it, every time you pushed just a little further.
He wasn’t unaffected.
And that only made you bolder.
But Yongseung…
He was stubborn. Controlled to a fault. A man who built walls not just to protect others, but himself.
And no matter how much you pushed, he stayed composed. Or at least, that’s what it looked like.
Which made doubt creep in.
Was it all in your head?
Were you imagining every glance, every almost-moment?
You needed to know. So you pushed harder.
Teasing turned…real. Your words lingered with intent now, not just playfulness.
You tested his limits openly, deliberately.
Even going so far as to use something you never cared about before, jealousy.
The club was loud, suffocating with heat and bodies, lights flashing just enough to blur everything into something straight from a dream.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye as you pulled a stranger closer, someone whose name you hadn’t even bothered to remember.
Anything.
You were looking for anything.
A reaction. A sign that this wasn’t just you.
But Yongseung…
He didn’t move.
Didn’t react.
His face remained neutral, eyes scanning the room like always, like you were just another part of the environment he was assigned to monitor. Like none of this mattered.
How predictable.
You scoffed under your breath, irritation flaring, sharper than before.
The man beside you suddenly felt suffocating, his cologne too strong, his presence unwanted.
You pushed him away without a second thought, storming off toward the bar, frustration simmering just beneath your skin.
In the end, all you got out of it was your clothes ruined with a stranger’s scent.
Pathetic.
You grabbed the nearest glass of whisky off the table and downed it in one go, ignoring the startled protest from whoever it belonged to.
“Hey…!”
“Give me another…-”
Your voice came out sharper than intended as you reached for the bartender, fingers curling too tightly around the glass…-
Only to be stopped.
Firm hands wrapped around your wrists, pulling you back just enough to stop you from crossing yet another line.
Yongseung.
Of course.
“Ma’am…-”
“Leave me alone. Don’t touch me.”
You cut him off immediately, yanking your arms free and shoving at his chest, your glare sharp enough to cut.
The world tilted slightly as you stumbled, balance faltering…but he caught you before you could fall. He always did.
His grip was steady, careful despite the tension evident in the set of his jaw.
“You really…” he exhaled, something like frustration slipping through for once. “Just because you’re drunk doesn’t mean you can act like this.”
Stern. Controlled. Still trying to keep distance even while holding you together.
That restraint…
It only made something in you snap.
“Kiss me.”
The words left your mouth before you could take them back.
And his entire body froze.
“What…?”
For the first time, he faltered, truly faltered. His breath caught, eyes darting briefly around the room as if checking who might have heard, who might be watching, before settling back on you.
But you didn’t give him time to recover.
“Kiss me. Right now.”
Your hand tightened in his collar, pulling him closer until the space between you nearly disappeared.
Close enough to feel the shift in his breathing.
Close enough to see the crack in his composure.
Your gaze dropped, just for a second, to his lips and then back to his eyes. “I know you want to.”
“Ma’am…”
He exhaled like it was a warning, like if he kept his tone steady enough it’ll ground both of you.
His hands closed around your wrists, firm but careful as he pulled them away from his collar, putting space back where you keep trying to erase it.
“This isn’t… appropriate. Someone could…-”
Still reasoning. Still holding the line like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. Still logical.
God, he’s infuriating.
“Don’t you want me?”
The question slipped out soft but it landed heavy. The alcohol burned through your hesitation, stripping you down to something too honest, too exposed.
You tugged him closer again, stubborn even like this, your voice laced with something close to desperation.
“I know I want you. So why do you keep denying it?”
Your fingers tightened against him, like if you hold on hard enough, he won’t be able to slip back into that distance again.
“I know what you’re feeling.”
For a moment, just a moment,Yongseung stopped.
You’re still you. Fierce, relentless, refusing to back down.
But there’s something else now, something raw, something fragile beneath the fire that he’s never seen so clearly before.
He forced the words out, forcing himself back into place, tightening his grip just enough to stop you from pulling him in again.
“You’re drunk.”
Still avoiding it.
And you saw right through it.
“You’re still denying it…”
Your voice faltered, not loud, but enough. Your hand hit his chest, once, twice, no real strength behind it, more frustration than anger.
He didn’t stop you. Didn’t move. Just let you.
And then, tears. They come so suddenly it almost felt unfair.
“Am I so unlovable?”
It was quieter. Smaller. Like the question wasn’t meant to be heard at all.
Something in him broke at that.
His grip loosened, not letting go, just softening.
His gaze went to your face, something almost pained flashing through before he can hide it.
How could you even think that?
“I told you, that’s not it…” His voice dropped, less controlled now, less distant. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar…”
The word barely made it out before your strength gave way with it. Your hand slackened in his grasp, your body tipping forward before he caught you.
Still him. Always him..
And he exhaled, long and tired, like the weight of everything he’s been holding back finally pressed down on him.
“Idiot,” he muttered under his breath, but there’s no bite to it.
Just something soft.
He pulled you closer, arms steady as he lifted you, effortless, but felt different. Less like duty. More like something he shouldn’t let himself feel.
Because you didn’t know.
You didn’t know how hard he’s been holding himself back.
How every glance you gave him lingered longer than it should.
How your casual touches stayed on his skin long after you’ve pulled away.
How his jaw clenched when you leaned into someone else tonight, how for a split second, he almost forgot his place entirely.
He wanted to drag you away from that guy. He wanted to put distance between you and anyone else. Hell, he almost let himself punch that guy in the face…-
He sighed.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
But lately, he wasn't so sure what’s “supposed” to matter anymore….
By the time he got you back to your room, you’re barely conscious, your earlier fire reduced to soft breaths against his collar.
He set you down carefully on the bed, movements slow and gentle now.
Your heels came off first, then your makeup, his touch careful in a way that lingered just a little too long to be strictly professional.
Still he didn’t leave.
Even after the blanket is pulled up, even after everything that needed to be done is done, he stayed.
Standing there, looking at you.
His hand hovered over your face, hesitating like crossing that last inch would mean something he can’t take back.
Your words echoed in his mind
“Don’t you want me?”
His jaw tightened.
His thumb finally moved,just barely, brushing over the faint traces where your tears had dried.
And for the first time since this all started, he was sure.
...!
When you woke up, your mind was blank for a moment, like someone had wiped everything clean.
You blinked slowly, adjusting to the light as you pushed yourself up, your head throbbing just enough to remind you of last night. Not unbearable. Manageable.
You almost wished it wasn’t.
Because the moment clarity returned, it all came crashing back.
Your voice, your desperation. The way you’d looked at him.
His face.
A sharp gasp left you as your hands covered your face, heat rushing in all at once.
God. You felt sick.
You had begged. Practically begged.
And for what?
Something you were now convinced you’d imagined entirely. Every glance, every almost-touch, you must have built it all up in your head until it became something real. Something it never was.
“Pathetic…” you muttered under your breath, the word stinging more than it should.
The sound of the door opening made you freeze.
You looked up instinctively, only to snap your gaze away the second you saw him.
Your ears burned, your grip tightened against your blanket.
How were you supposed to face him now?
“You’re awake…”
Yongseung paused just inside the doorway, his eyes lingering on you, on the way you refused to look at him, before he forced himself to move again.
“…I got you hangover soup.”
You said nothing, keeping your gaze fixed anywhere but him as he approached, setting the package down on the bedside table with quiet care.
Silence stretched, until he broke it.
“About yesterday…-”
“Ah!”
You cut him off instantly with a shout, almost panicked, clapping your hands over your ears like that would somehow undo yesterday.
“I don’t remember anything!”
He paused then let out a quiet huff, something like amusement slipping through.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
His hand reached out, steady as ever, pulling yours away from your ears before you could protest.
You turned your face away again, unable to meet his eyes, embarrassment twisting with something heavier in your chest.
How long can you keep pretending?
“What’s there to finish…” Your voice dropped, quieter nowr. “You rejected me.”
“I begged like some desperate…-” your voice wavered despite yourself, your throat tightening as you tried to pull your hands free, “...-and you rejected me. And I cried.”
“Like some pathetic fool.”
His grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to stop you from pulling away again.
“You’re not pathetic.”
The firmness in his voice made you pause, but you didn’t look at him.
Because if you did, you might break all over again.
“You don’t have to say that just because…-”
You didn’t get to finish.
Because suddenly, he moved, leaning forward. Not rushed nor careless but decisive.
His hand came up to your jaw, firm enough to stop you from turning away again, tilting your face toward him, and before your thoughts could catch up, before you could brace yourself…
His lips were on yours.
It wasn’t tentative but felt like restraint snapping.
Like something he had been holding back for far too long finally breaking through.
The force of it pushed you back onto the bed, your breath catching as the world tilted beneath you, his other hand bracing beside you, caging you in without hurting you, just enough to keep you there.
You froze, mind blank, your heart slamming against your ribs as the reality of it hit. This was real.
And then, you melted.
Your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer without thinking, like you’d been waiting for this just as much as he had. His kiss deepened, not rushed but intense like he was making up for every moment he’d held back, every second he’d denied himself.
It left you breathless.
When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t far, his forehead nearly brushed yours, your breaths uneven, tangled together in the small space between you.
You stared at him, dazed.
“Yesterday…” your voice came out soft, shaky. “You said…”
“I won’t hide it anymore.”
His thumb brushed against your cheek, grounding, lingering, his voice low but certain.
“I did,” he admitted quietly. “I wanted to kiss you.”
Your chest tightened.
“Yesterday… when you asked.”
His jaw clenched slightly.
“But you were drunk.” His voice steadied again, deliberate now. “I needed you to be sober. To remember.”
His gaze locked onto yours, no distance.
“I wouldn’t have known what to do, if you forgot…,” His hand slid down to your waist.
“But now…”
He leaned in again, slower this time.
“I’m done holding back.”
And when he kissed you again, it was certain.
Still intense. Still consuming, but deliberate in a way that made your heart race all over again.
A story in which a girl makes idols fall in love with her and experience a love life simply for temporary happiness. That is….until an idol falls for her in the shadows.
Read to find out what happens: will she fall in love with him or will she try to push him away?
