#yorch x reader

[badtitude]

≡ OFF CAM !! KIM YONGSIN

(in which you give him a last chance to redeem himself ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 720 wds : fluff + established relationship : blurted out on a random tuesday, not sure what the vibe is but yorch is perfect either way.

you checked the time on your phone once more hoping you wouldn’t have to wait longer than these five minutes. you felt dumb falling for the promises he made each time, but you couldn’t help but hope for a little change.

just as you glanced up from the texts you shared, after reconfirming that you weren’t the one who was too early, you felt a firm hand slide on your back—around your waist. you looked up to find the owner of the rough fingers caressing your waist, a face you knew too well.

without having to say anything he knew you had already forgotten that he wasted ten minutes of your time, his usual playful smile on his lips washing away all the annoyance that had been on your mind.

“hey princess.” he leaned in placing a soft kiss on your temple, gently pulling you closer by the waist.

you hated that he was right, that you could only feel happy seeing him smile instead of being mad that he ever made you wait. you turned your head away from his lips, letting out a low scoff as you started making your way to the venue.

his quiet chuckle rang in your ears as he followed behind. eventually he caught up, and you let him take your hand in his, tangling your fingers together as you walked side by side. you could feel his gaze on you, persistent just waiting for you to forget his carelessness once again. his fingers, despite holding onto yours, reaching for you trailing the bare skin on your waist ever so slightly.

"you're so cute when you're like this." he laughed turning his head away, genuinely amused. you looked up at him with a frown, unsatisfied with the results you were getting.

"like what?" the sound of your voice brought his eyes back to you, a soft smile drawn on his lips as he cupped your face in his hand.

"like this." you watched him with a slight pout on your lips, slowing your pace as the distance between you gradually grew non-existent.

once his lips pressed a soft peck against yours, he searched your gaze once again only to be met with a deeper frown. he let go of you, looking closely at your expression as his own features grew more wary, worried he had genuinely upset you.

he tried not to make it obvious how bothered he was that his kiss didn’t break the shell, melting the frown away. you could tell from that moment that his smile and reactions were controlled, calculated to not anger you any further.

it wasn't a long walk to your friends' place but those last minutes felt delicate. you watched him in the corner of your eye, lost in thought occasionally stretching his hand towards yours--swinging gently by your side.

at the door step before you could get the chance to ignore him for the rest of the night, he pulled your hand away from the bell, stopping you notifying the others of your presence. you looked up at him with a straight face waiting for him to release your hand, the look on your face made his brows twitch upward, eyes widening with concern.

he groaned quietly bringing your hand to his face to rest on his cheek. you knew what was coming from the saddened downwards curve in his eyebrows, to his inability to hold eye contact with you for a couple seconds.

"i'm sorry baby." he sighed lowering his forehead to rest on yours, his warm needy breaths pressing against your skin.

"yeah?" your voice was quiet, barely a whisper.

he nodded bringing your palm to his lips to press kisses against the tender skin. you tried to hide your satisfaction, keeping on the poker face that had worked so well.

"forgive me hmm?" as he spoke his eyes stayed fixed on yours, so close you felt the warmth from your nerves settling around your face.

for a moment your gaze shifted, an unexpected moment of hesitation. his expression deepened further, a silent plea manifesting in his round puppy eyes.

“please. i’ll be good this time.” he begged, letting his head rest on your shoulder in a final surrender. without saying anything you placed your hand on his head, gently soothing his worries away.

[prttydoli]

♡ — CHEEK KISSES ! | TRAINEE A

synopsis — you kiss his cheek

warnings — none <3

♡ — yorch acts like he’s not fazed, but his heart is racing and rapidly beating against his chest. He has a lazy smirk on his face, rubbing his thumb on your cheek before kissing it. Yorch’s cheeks are now burning.

♡ — leo smiles softly, leaning in and kissing your cheek back. His eyes are bright with adoration for you. Instead of being shy he’s the one to make you shy, wrapping his arms around you and attacking your cheeks with kisses.

♡ — sangwon stops functioning. He tenses up under your touch before smiling a few seconds later, placing his head on your shoulder and kissing it. He can’t stop laughing into your neck as he giggles..the feeling of your lips lingering his cheek.

♡ — woochan tackles you into a hug on the dance room floor, peppering your face in kisses as his hands run up and down your sides. He beams at the sounds of your happy screams and giggles.

♡ — yufan is stunned, a smile slowly creeping up on his face. He kisses your lips, trailing kisses to your cheek. His cheeks are warm under your palms as you cradle his face. Yufan melts into your hands as your thumbs rub softly against his cheeks.

♡ — jj turns red. His ears heat up and he becomes all giggly..it’s adorable. JJ avoids meeting your eyes, laughing when he accidentally makes eye contact with you. He shys away, melting into the hug you give him.

♡ — jihoon turns away from you, smiling to himself and blushing. When he turns back to you his smile is still visible, only growing wider when you start to smile too. Its an intimate moment of just staring at you each other with soft eyes.

© PRTTYDOLI. dark and suggestive content..no copying, reposting, or translating my work without permission.

[koishua]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 ─── 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐈𝐍

in which it's midnight and you miss your best friend who suddenly starts to feel like so much more. (0.577k words)

Perhaps it was the newly washed and dried black tufts of hair, or maybe it’s the tired droop of his eyes, but something about your childhood friend seems different tonight, miles and miles away from his hometown. You don’t blame him, nor do you wish he’d stayed. Chasing his dreams and ambitions— all you want in life for Yorch, your best friend, is success and happiness.

Though it leaves the hollow spot in your chest aching every once in a while, you’re happy for him. Or at least, you try to be.

It’s no big deal, you think, having to call him at who knows what hour when the time difference is only two mere hours. You could deal with that easily. What tears you up inside, however, is the unoccupied space on the left side of your bed that had been so accustomed to bearing his presence.

You remember the nights where you’d used to build pillow forts and watch movies of all kinds; the nights when it would storm outside and you’d feel at utmost peace lying next to him despite the raging weather; the nights where only laughter would seep out of the thin walls, making your mother call out your names and scold you to be quieter; the nights where you’d take turns to tell horror stories in hopes of making the other fear the dark.

You remember the nights where he was solely yours.

Now, in the small space where he’d used to lay, rests your laptop, screen lit up by his tired, yet still smiling face. It’s maybe the most reassuring thing you can have from him, his smile. Yorch always had the sweetest little curve on his lips. Seeing it ever so present is something you’d never thought would bring you this much comfort.

“You should go to sleep.” You remind him, mindful of the time on his side. Checking the clock and counting two hours forward, you confirm that it was way past midnight in Korea. Your words don’t deter him. Instead, he has a teasing lilt to his voice, “Why? Do you want me gone that bad? Are you tired of me already? Do you not miss me?”

“No, idiot.” You chuckle, taking in the handsome features he’d grown into. Something about Yorch Yongsin feels very different tonight, your thoughts wander again. There is a ruckus arising from behind the screen, which you guess are his friends from the familiar voices that leave your speakers.

A head pops out from his back, which you recognize as James, who’d made it a habit to appear every now and then to greet you enthusiastically. “Hello! I am so sorry to disrupt this convo, but we need this brother downstairs right now.”

It’s impossible to hold a petty grudge against the younger boy for interrupting what you’d wanted to say prior to his abrupt arrival, his energy so young and endearing, so you nod, shrugging back at your apologetic friend who waves a short goodbye at his camera before he bids farewell. “I’m sorry, we’ll talk tomorrow!”

With that, your screen reverts to its default mode and you sigh, resting your head on your arm, pulling the covers till it reaches your chin. The rain pounding down outside is harsh and cold, but tonight he isn’t there to make you feel safe anymore. It’s okay, you repeat to yourself, the only thing that matters is that he is happy out there.

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