❪ 紳士 ❫ fluff sculptor au some magical elements (youngbin coming to life) themes of creation youngbin x f!reader 1863 cw ノ reader sculpts youngbin, mentions of loneliness, anxiety, and negative self-talk, there's a lot of tension between them, a kiss that borders on makeout, food mention (muffins), not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ for my lovely @lexeees who swears shes a youngbin bias not a hwiyoung bias but i dont believe her. first fic for my bias wrecker 🥹 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
You startle slightly when you hear Youngbin clear his throat behind you, then cough like he's still learning how his throat and lungs connect. That much is true—it's only been about a month since he was… born. Created. Willed into existence by your own existential loneliness. You're not sure which explanation would be most accurate.
You turn around, take in the sight of him standing there, his expression slightly awkward but somehow still bewitching to you. Your own two hands sculpted him. What was supposed to be a masters project to beat your months-long creative block turned into something else entirely. One night he was nothing but clay, standing tall in your home studio, face sculpted over the course of two weeks. The next morning, you walked into the room to see him.
Living flesh, warm and soft. A fully functional mind, already spinning with observations and questions. A soul—one that seemed to already know you, already love you.
"I can't find the muffins," he says helplessly.
You smile fondly and set down the piece of clay you had been wedging. "The coffee ones? You already ate them all, Bin. They're gone."
Youngbin frowns in disappointment. For the past month your coffee muffins have been his favourite. When life was first breathed into him, they were practically the only food left in the house (you had been putting off grocery shopping). You were apologetic when you handed him over that sad espresso infused muffin at first, not anticipating his face would light up in pure elation at the taste. You've made those same muffins every three days since to feed his growing addiction.
Youngbin is a very easy person to please. Although he's still learning the full range of his emotions and feelings, he's settled into something that complements your own temperament for now. And it feels right. It feels like him. He's quick to smile, always searching for warmth or contact in some way, and he grasps onto every word that comes out of your mouth like he needs it to breathe. In many ways, Youngbin is everything you have ever longed for.
You still don't understand how he came to be. The only explanation you can reasonably seize is that this is the universe sending you something good for once. Whether Youngbin is meant to be a distraction or a starting point, you aren't sure. Your loneliness had been all-consuming in the past. Some nights, it still is. But now, for the first time, you have someone. It's exciting and terrifying all at once.
Youngbin is still a bit rough around the edges. You had to teach him how humans worked those first few days. How to eat, when to drink water, how to get used to his body and understand its signals. He was clumsy and adjusting for the first week. But it gave you a purpose. From his first breath, he's been a quick learner, so you never had any doubt he would come into his own. Even after the first hour spent with him, there was no denying it. Youngbin—your work of art—was human.
"Can you make more? Please? We didn't run out of instant espresso again, did we?"
You sigh as you feel Youngbin's truly unreasonable pleading skills work on you. He has such a hold on you, such a specific place in your heart and life. It hasn't been long, but you've forced to become comfortable with Youngbin immediately. Your apartment didn't lend itself to privacy for two people. You even share your bed with him now after you felt bad about his neck pain sleeping on the couch.
You feel like you've known Youngbin for a lifetime. Perhaps it was the weeks you spent carving him from wet clay, sculpting something out of nothing. Or maybe the idea of him has lived in your mind for much longer than that, waiting to be translated into something reality could touch.
For Youngbin, you are his beginning and end. Having only been conscious for a little over a month, his only point of reference is you, and he's convinced you are nothing less than angelic. Even though he's seen other humans on walks or tagging along on your errand runs, they aren't you. He had no interest in anything except you. One of the first traits you noticed in him was stubbornness.
It was only a few hours into existence that he was first met with your negative self-talk, and for someone experiencing everything for the first time, it was clear he hated it the most. He shut down any pessimistic comment you made towards yourself. The pedestal he put you on was immediate and overwhelming. You can't blame him for thinking so highly of you. You did create him. But you couldn't get used to the praise. You've never had anyone so determined to convince you that you are amazing. No matter how many times you told him you were nothing but a regular struggling adult with nothing but a 500 square foot apartment, dwindling art commissions, and crippling anxiety to keep you going, he simply would not buy it.
To you, your life was practically falling apart at the seams, hitting all-time lows. but to Youngbin, he was in awe. It's clear in every gaze and every thought. Every moment he pauses and just takes you in. The reality is always at the forefront of his mind.
He wouldn't exist without you.
You gave him being. You fashioned him out of clay in your little studio that doubled as your bedroom. Youngbin—your sculpture—was a final cry of wanting. And your desperation was answered in the form of unconditional love. He was new to this world, but he didn't need anyone to tell him how to love you. That part came naturally.
You pretend to focus back on your work, picking up your mound of clay and slapping it back on the table a few times. "I think you'll have to work a little harder to convince me to make you another batch of muffins. You ran through the last one in less than 48 hours and—"
Your words stumble into silence when Youngbin's fingers slide against your wrist. He grazes it gently; slow and steady, enough to get you to turn back towards him. His eyes hold weight to them, and his stare is more intense than you think a plea for muffins should warrant.
His hand closes around yours fully, and he takes a step back, leading you with him. The room is small, and the space between your desk, bed, and sculpting space is nearly nonexistent. With both of you holding the rest of the space in the room, there isn't many options for where to go. Youngbin chooses the wall across your bed, gently but sternly setting you against it, hands firmly on your shoulders.
You can't help but swallow, a little dry with anticipation as you try to ignore the fire that lights up inside you. Maybe you shouldn't have left him with free access to all the dramas on your computer to pass the time. He seems to have picked up a few things from them, and you are absolutely not prepared for it.
You want to say something, but you can't conjure up the words. Not under his stare that seems to cause you to sunder. He opens his mouth and you hold your breath, waiting and ready for whatever comes next. But Youngbin's grip loosens after a moment, and his brow creases in a way that reveals his confidence is lost.
That's when you break. You pull him towards you before he can step away, lips against lips in something that has been building for weeks now. With his shirt crumpled under your fists, bits of soft clay transferring onto the fabric, you turn him around, forcing him against the wall. Your touch is firm but gentle, purposeful but incomplete, like you're afraid to fully commit.
He gasps, eyes fluttering shut once he feels you push your body against his. You feel lost at first, pressing your lips against his without any real direction or thought behind it, just determination and emotion. You've never done this before, only imagined how it might feel. You didn't think your first kiss would be against the lips you spent hours carving, forming, shaping into the perfect plumpness, soft but not too big. You know them already, as if you've kissed him a thousand times. Everything about Youngbin is familiar. His body is your own doing.
He puts you in a trance when he grabs your waist and pivots again, this time stumbling in the direction of your bed. Your mind doesn't register anything except his kiss, capturing his lips again whenever he separates for even a split second. When your back hits the soft mattress, head protected by Youngbin's shielding hand, you sigh.
You've fallen into a rhythm now. A perfect dance between your lips and his. He pushes, you pull, and each second you fall deeper into each other. You want it to last longer, savour his taste for hours, but Youngbin separates first. His breath is heavier than yours, hitting just below your neck. You take a deep breath too as your mind races to catch up to the present.
When you open your eyes you're met with the wonder in his. He looks at you like you've just created him all over again. Like you've given him new life.
You blink, letting the fire burn down until there's only simmering embers left—warmth that leaves you smiling uncontrollably. He mirrors your expression, and then he flusters and ducks his head down.
"All this just for some muffins, huh?" You question, staring at the ceiling, biting back your grin. Youngbin's bangs tickle your neck as he buries his head against your chest and mumbles something equivalent to a 'yes'.
Your fingers curl around the ends of his hair and your fingertips trail the line on his neck that leads down to his spine. Every muscle, bone, and vein is there. Humanity in every breath, every emotion, every expression. It still leaves you awestruck when you think about it for too long. You close your eyes and focus on the weight of his body lying on top of yours. How comforting it is to be held by him, kissed by him, adored by him.
That loneliness that once consumed you is a distant memory. Youngbin has vanished every trace of it. His arms that wrap around your waist hold you a bit tighter, reminding you that from now on, it will always be him. Just like you, he savours the feeling of your warm skin under his; your breath on his head, your fingers in his hair, your perfume hinting under the fabric of your shirt.
"I can't make you those muffins unless you move," you whisper, teasing. He doesn't make any moves to get up. In fact, he nuzzles his head against you again and mutters a few words in that soft voice of his.
-> a/n. It seems I was in my feels during my sf9 era
-> collection. songfic
-> started. ???
-> fin. Nov. 3rd, 2020 @ 16:43
-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022 @ 22:04
-> divider credit. @saradika-graphics
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🩶Binnie🩶
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r u coming home tonight?
no, im busy tonight
work?
yh
okay
don't come back too late
i love you
[Seen]
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You rubbed at the bags under your eyes, a shaky breath leaving your lips. Your eyes were red from crying, clutching at his pillow for comfort that he couldn't give you.
This had been going on for who knows how long at this point, and you were starting to get tired. Literally and figuratively. You were sleeping less because he was never home, and when he was he'd arrive early and then leave before you were up. You were so sick and tired of going to bed without him, waking up without him. It felt like you were slowly shutting down, your routine becoming robotic.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair before checking the time.
03:00
"A bath couldn't hurt..." You mumbled to yourself, walking to your bathroom and starting up the water. By the time you had gotten into the bath fifteen minutes had already passed, a towel situated on top of your pajamas which were sitting on the lid of your toilet. Your head was facing the ceiling, neck on full display. You had been staring at the ceiling for the entirety of the five minutes that you'd been in the bath. You heard footsteps and turned your head to the bathroom door, listening for the noise on the other side.
"Y/N?"
"In the bath." You said in a sing-song voice, meeting Youngbin's eyes as soon as he opened the door to the bathroom. He arched a brow as he walked inside, closing the door behind him with a gentle click, walking over and crouching down by the tub.
"Why're you in the bath this late?" He asked quietly, studying your face while gently running his fingers through your hair. You leaned into his touch with an aching heart, sighing slowly.
"I couldn't sleep and needed to think..."
"About what?"
"Oh, this and that.. Nothing important." You opened your eyes and smiled at him tiredly. He nodded after a moment of contemplation, standing up to leave. As he took hold of the doorknob he stood in the doorway, looking at you with questioning eyes.
"I'll be waiting for you. Don't take too long or you might catch a cold." You nodded with a smile as he left once more, leaning your head back as a tear trickled down your cheek.
When you finally got into bed it was 03:45 and your fingers had started wrinkling from sitting in the water too long. You turned your back to Youngbin, pulling the covers up to your chin with your knees pulled into your chest, laying in a fetal-position.
You were surprised when he slung an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You had to hold back your tears. It had been weeks since he had last held you like this. It felt like it had been weeks since you had even felt his skin against yours. It was only after you took a deep breath to calm yourself that you realized he smelt of perfume.
Your heart broke but you ignored it. You'd pick up the pieces tomorrow morning.
It was a few hours later; you could tell because it was lighter outside and Youngbin was no longer holding you. You could still feel his presence however, so you guessed that he was sitting somewhere.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I think I'll have to come a bit later today." You heard him say under his breath, loud enough for whoever he was calling to hear but not loud enough to wake you, had you been sleeping. You caught only a few words here and there that the girl on the other line said, the volume not loud enough to hear more.
"I can't come sooner. I'll just spend this one evening with her and then we'll be right back to routine." He whispered again, his fingers trailing up and down your spine, making you shiver.
"Yeah, okay. Mhm. I love you too."
You bit down on your lip, forcing yourself not to shake. Forcing yourself not to cry and not to break down. Not now, you told yourself. You wouldn't break down. He would pity you. You didn't need his pity.
A few more minutes passed as the sun started shining through the curtains. You felt the bed shift as he stood up and closed your eyes as he went to your side of the bed to pull the curtains open.
"Y/N, love? Wake up." He said as he shook you gently. You opened your eyes, trying your best to act as if you had just woken up. He smiled brightly at you, and if you hadn't heard his conversation you probably would've smiled back, oblivious to what had been happening under your nose for the past few weeks. "C'mon. I took the day off work. I wanted to spend today with you. Shall we make breakfast?" You sat up and nodded with the best fake smile you could muster, letting him pull you out of bed and into the kitchen.
You were silent as you helped him make eggs and toast, sitting on the couch and watching a drama while he finished with the eggs.
He was glaring at the eggs as he flipped them, annoyance slowly building as you continued giving him the cold shoulder, not talking to him even once. He spends time with you for the first time in weeks and you don't even utter a good morning to him?
He dishes up the food and instead of taking them to you, he puts it down on the kitchen island, storming in front of you.
"What's wrong with you? You're not even talking to me!" He shouts, grabbing the remote and switching off the TV angrily. You look up at him tiredly, your eyes tearing up as soon as you do.
"Tell me to my face—" You begin in an emotionless voice— "that you are all mine."
Tears stream down your face in hot streaks, racing to see which one can roll to the floor first.
"What... What do you mean?" He stuttered, seemingly dumbfounded into silence. You take a deep breath as you stand up from the couch and take a step towards him, cranking your neck to look him in the eyes.
"I heard your conversation, Youngbin. I should've guessed..." You scoffed, your voice slowly raising in tone, your anger at yourself starting to show. "You're spending less time at home, leaving before I wake up and coming home when I'm asleep. I should've known." He looks at you with a sort of sadness and regret in his eyes that you can't quite place and to make sure that you don't feel bad for him, refuse to acknowledge. "We never even fought, Youngbin. Not once. I was too tired to fight with you." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Listen, Y/N, I was going to tell you—"
"And then what, Youngbin? Give me a heads up that you were cheating and then dump me? Leave?" You said exasperatedly, smiling sadly. His heart wrenched, staying quiet as he had nothing to say. Nothing to make this okay. Make this better.
"Send her my regards, would you? Now if you ever really loved me—" You scoffed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head— "No, if you loved me this wouldn't be happening. If you ever really cared for me, you'll leave my apartment. Send me her address and I'll mail you your things." He was about to protest but you were already pushing him out the door, locking it behind you.
Even though you had been subconsciously preparing for something like this, it didn't stop you from hurting. It hurt like hell, and you were pretty sure that you wouldn't be able to salvage the broken pieces anymore. It would be lost forever. You sat by the door, wailing into the emptiness of your apartment, letting out all of your pain, anger and frustration. He had enough things. You'd burn some of it. You'd get rid of things he gave you. You'd remove him from your memories, and then you'd forget.
Can I ask SF9 how they showed their love to their partner? (Hugs, kisses, physical touches, loving words, etc)
Sorry for my english 🥺
Your English is fine hun! Plus the language is kinda stupid hehe
SF9's Love Languages 🩷
Warnings: These are what I think are SF9's top love language. Of course it is impossible for such lovely people to have just one 😔. Mention of food/cooking in Tae's. Tea is Chani's.
Youngbin
WORDS 👏 OF 👏 AFFIRMATION 👏
I will literally physically fight if anyone disagrees with me lol. Our man is so wise and sweet and his voice is just is soothing so I just think that his ultimate way to show you appreciation will be through words. Plus man's a great and creative lyricist.
Inseong
Quality time
Well, it's mostly just him trying to make you laugh by saying and making up the stupidest jokes, if you can call them that, ever. I'm also a strong believer that this man just wants to annoy you enough to start a debate with him cuz he's bored lol
Jaeyoon
Physical Touch
Maybe this is me projecting my needs maybe it is not okay idk. But let's be honest here, this man is the cutest ever and he will want to squish your cheeks, irrespective of squishyness quotient. He also likes to hug you, literally engulf you in his broad af chest and baby you although you want to baby him don't we all
Dawon
Acts of service
I just love him sm 😭. See, he's the kind to leave you sweet sticky notes with reassuring words and a drawing or something stupid on the back lol. But yeah it's all the small things that he'll do like buying you a new chapstick before your old one gets over, bringing your water bottle around even when you tell him you won't carry it, letting you use his arm as a pillow during the long car ride to your destination although it definitely hurts after some time, fixing your hair when you're distracted, etc. Bye I need a Sanghyuk
Zuho
Words of Affirmation
He is so much different that Youngbin tho lemme tell you. So Bin uses maturity and juju uses his baby voice(?) aka he does aegyo and makes you feel all mushy inside. I mean, he is cute.
Rowoon
Gift Giving
It won't necessarily be stupid gift all the time, he does give you good ones occasionally like a sunscreen stick for example. Most of the time it is something useless and weird like a spoon pillow or some shit but it's the thought that counts right?💀
But no on a real note he's super thoughtful when he gives you gifts and he thinks of it as something that'll remind you of his love when you use it.
Yoo Taeyang
Acts of Service
It could be doing your laundry or cooking for you or putting you phone on charge. It's the little things that you need in your daily life that sometimes get so difficult to manage. But don't worry, our teddy Tae is here to be your little lovely helper fairy, even if you don't ask or notice it right away.
Hwiyoung
Physical Touch
Yes he hates skinship from members but you, no. He loves clinging to you and hugging you and kissing you. He's like a mama cat and you his kitten and he wants to kith and protecc and love you so much till you physically have to be away from him lol
Chani
Quality Time
It doesn't even have to be like an eventful couple of hours. It could just be him laying on your lap taking a nap and you reading you book and playing with his hair, giving him a head massage or tracing his cute facial features. It could also be sitting on the rooftop with hot tea cups and talking about life while nuzzling into each other for warmth.
Hi hope you’re having a Good Friday. I’m in such a soft mood at the moment. Could we possibly get a head cannon for sf9 with the members reactions to their partner saying I love you for the first time 🥺
This is coming out so late :( Thank you for your request <3
SF9 reactions to their special other saying I love you for the first time
Genre: purest fluff ever
Pairing: SF9 x gn reader
Youngbin:
You can see the surprise on his face clear like a crystal. His eyes have got shiny, his cheeks have become rosy, however, he does not alarm you. Actually, your boyfriend comes closer and pecks you on the forehead. Even if your hair is all in place, he slides an invisible lock behind your ear smiling like an idiot.
Inseong:
"Uh?" that's all he can say at first, which makes you think he has not understood what you said. "I love you" you repeat, louder this time. He brings his hand to his chest, startled by his own heartbeat. "You caught me off guard, baby. But I love you too. So, so much."
Jaeyoon:
At the moment snap these three words he realizes that this is your first time verbally confessing to him. That was not like he had not known the fact but hearing it hit differently. His smile is so cheesy as he tilts his head to the side.
Dawon:
"I thought you would never admit it". His cocky expression was faker than snow in the tropics. He was melting inside. "I'm just saying that to make you happy, not that I mean it" you joked back. He chuckled then pulled you by the wrist to start talking seriously. "I'm so happy to hear this from you. What can I do to make you repeat it?"
Zuho:
The man cannot stop himself from flooding you with smooches. He kisses your cheeks, your lips, your nose. Also, you better close your eyes. He stopped whatever he was doing in order to give you full attention. In no time, you all are laughing so much. That was an unnecessary display of affection but you have a cheesy boyfriend.
Rowoon:
"I love you too". He subtly replies and clicks a soft kiss on your hand. You feel sure that he was waiting to hear that from you. His demeanor is so warm yet doting. You all stay stealing kisses from each other for a while.
Yoo Taeyang:
Taeyang hugs you the faster he can and finds a way to snuggle into your neck. He gets so flustered that it feels absurd. He is so overwhelmed by his own thoughts after you made clear that you reciprocate his feelings. "I love you too, sweetheart"
Hwiyoung:
"Really??" He bluntly says, automatically, just to feel dumb and fumble to correct himself "I love you more". His smile is so precious that you cup his face and goes for a peck on his lips, which he transforms into a real kiss. He won't let go of you soon.
Chani:
Boy has no idea what to do so he just leans in and messily kisses you. Despite you offering no resistance to his sudden approach, your lips softly curl up, making his disconnect from you. Chani makes your foreheads touch indeed and whispers "I love you too"
His hands quickly wiped underneath his eyes before turning away from the car window and across to where you sat behind the wheel. His cheeks were dark, eyes watery as he took several shaky breaths before shaking his head back across at you.
His composure was long gone, struggling to believe that he had said his final goodbyes to several members of his family before he had to enlist. Around his parents, he had held it together, but now that they were gone, the nerves were creeping in.
“It feels a little real now,” he hummed, waiting until he was composed before speaking to you. “I thought my mum was going to start crying when we said goodbye, I’ve not seen her that quiet around me for a long time.”
You smiled weakly back across to him, “I’m impressed that you didn’t start crying, I thought you were going to go when your dad handed you that care package to take with you.”
Your car boot was loaded up with items not just for Youngbin, but for you too. His parents had bought you plenty of things so that you were well taken care of without Youngbin by your side, with several bags of food being the highlight for you to enjoy.
“I was close,” Youngbin gently laughed, keeping his eyes on you as you stared forwards, “as we left, my sister whispered into my ear that she’d make sure that you were looked after.”
“Did she?” You grinned, touched by her gesture. The two of you had always been close, which Youngbin adored, with her constantly showing up to spend time with you, forgetting Youngbin.
“I might lose you when I discharge, not only are my family willing to help you out, but all of the boys have also offered to check in on you every single day too, not to mention your family organising trips out too,” Youngbin proudly smiled, glad that you had the support.
You too were confident that you’d be just fine with Youngbin, even if none of your helpers could replace the role that he had in your life. “They very kindly told me that I could stay in your room at the dorm, despite me telling them that you’d already told me that I could stay.”
“I dread to think how that dorm will look whilst I’m gone,” he sniggered, glancing back out of the window again, “I’m relying on you to keep those boys in check, you’re the honourable sidekick beside Jaeyoon when it comes to the dorm.
As much as you were going to rely on the boys with Youngbin gone, they were always relying on you too. You took almost as much care of them as you did Youngbin, filling in the gaps that Youngbin left when leading the boys.
As you continued to drive, you could hear a shaky sigh come from behind you as Youngbin began to think again in the silence. “Talk to me Bin, tell me what you’re wondering.”
Truthfully, even Youngbin wasn’t too sure what exactly he was thinking about. There were thousands of thoughts filling his mind, from the group, family, enlistment, friends, changes, not to mention plenty about you too.
“I know that you’re nervous, no matter how strong you might want to seem around me,” you commented, trying your best to get Youngbin to look across to you again.
Slowly his head turned as he felt your hand reach across and rest against the top of his leg. “Saying goodbye always felt like the moment when enlistment would feel real, and now it’s happening, and worst of all tomorrow I have to say goodbye to you.”
“It’s not goodbye, it’s more of a see you later,” you tried to encourage, feeling Youngbin’s hand rest down over yours, “we’re not being separated from one another forever.”
Even though it was only a year and a bit, it sure felt like a long time for Youngbin. You’d been separated before thanks to his tours, but at least then you could still talk when you wanted to, without having to be controlled.
“I know that you’re going to be just fine too, but there’s still a small part of me that’s fretting,” Youngbin then added, feeling his voice falter once again, “you can look after yourself, but I prefer to be the one that’s looking after you instead.”
“You can still look after me from afar,” you tried to comfort him, “I mean you’ve left enough of your shirts lying around the house for me to wear when I want.”
Youngbin’s eyes went wide at your bold comment, “you mean to say that you keep taking them out of my suitcase when you think that I’m not paying attention, hiding them from me and keeping them for yourself? Did you think that I wouldn’t realise how the number of shirts in my bag decreases every time that I open it?”
“I kind of hoped you would just think that you were going crazy,” you shyly admitted.
Youngbin’s head shook at the innocent expression that was on your face, “I guess seeing as you find so much comfort in my shirts, it would be rude of me to take them away.”
Straight away your head nodded back at Youngbin, “you’re going to get given all of your military tops anyway to where, there’s no point taking all of the ones in your wardrobe when they’ll stay in your case. Instead, I should have them because I’ll make use of all of them.”
A wry smile crept onto Youngbin’s face, “I’m finding it increasingly difficult to argue with your logic, how long have you thought about making that point?”
“Not too long,” you laughed, flickering your eyes between the road and Youngbin, “it wasn’t even me that came up with it, your brother was helping me come up with excuses so that I could make sure that I got everything that I wanted from you before you enlist.”
“I should have known that he’d help you out, he’s got too many stories from his own enlistment,” Youngbin scoffed.
“I quite like how helpful he’s been,” you argued, continuing to widen the smile that was on Youngbin’s face, “without him I wouldn’t have also been able to hide your shower gel so that you have no choice but to take mine with you.”
Youngbin couldn’t believe what he was hearing as yet another mystery that he’d been experiencing had been solved right under his nose.
“I’ve got plenty of little bits of yours to remind me of you whilst you’re gone now,” you encouraged, continuing to laugh to yourself, “it’ll be like you’re still with me.”
“You won’t have time to miss me using my shirts and shower gel,” Youngbin joked.
“There’s a few things that they won’t be able to give me.”
“I know you’ll miss me during those times.”
“Of course,” you grinned, feeling your cheeks darken slightly, “but I know that there will be a time when you come home, I can look forward to that.”
Youngbin nodded in agreement with you, “I’ll make sure to work hard and get home to you as soon as possible, it’ll be like I’ve never even been away.”
Plot: You've tried so hard to stay awake until midnight so you could be the first person to say happy birthday to Youngbin but havin the busy weekend you've had with work you couldn't make it in time.
A/N: Happiest of the birthdays to the best leader to ever exist 🎂❤ He deserves the entire world because he's just so damn sweet and caring ❤ I really hope he has an amazing birthday and that he can fulfill all his dreams ❤❤ Happy birthday Binnie! 🎂❤
P.S: I'm so damn soft right now for him 🤧 sorry not sorry 🤧❤
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Just a few more minutes. You thought to yourself, forcing your eyelids to stay open for a few more minutes so you could jump into your boyfriend's arms when he arrived home after promotions and be the first human being to say ‘happy birthday’ to him. You perfectly knew he was fine with you falling asleep before he arrived home, he even let you know that a few hours ago when you both talked on the phone. “Babe your health is more important and you know that. It’s okay if you don’t say that before everyone else for a year.” He said on the phone, wanting to make sure you would put your health before his birthday. Little did he know you couldn’t sleep in peace if you didn’t say ‘happy birthday first.
It kind of became a habit to say those insignificant words before everyone else when you met him 3 years ago on that karaoke night when you were trying to forget an asshole and he was celebrating his birthday with his friends. For some reason that day you felt the urge to keep in touch with him and, especially, be the one saying ‘happy birthday’ as soon as the clock hands marked midnight, just like if it were the only opportunity you would get to say it before he faded into the thin air. At first it was cute that you had that little habit but as years went by and now you shared an apartment, he couldn’t really understand why you had that innocent urge. Somehow, it felt like he would go away forever if you didn’t pronounce those words before midnight and yes, you were too afraid of losing him now.
“Baby what are you doing here.” A soft and familiar voice while a soft hand caressed your right cheek. You fell into a deep slumber while remembering his words and how you both met, making you feel so guilty for not being able to be as energetic as he was used to seeing you. “I’m so sorry. I really tried to stay awake for you.” You said half asleep, taking his soft hand in yours and caressing it in a lovely way.
Your sleepy eyes finally met his gleaming ones in the dark room, only illuminated by the soft light coming from a little lamp you both bought on your first day of buying furniture for your brandly new apartment. You took a few seconds to admire the amazing man that was sitting on the floor right in front of you, admiring you as well. Once again, you felt the love he held in his galaxy looking like orbs. You couldn’t help your heart rate going faster, not really knowing how to handle so much love and care. Ever since you both met, it felt like the universe finally danced in peace, like all the negative things faded away whenever you both were together. And today, more than any other day, you needed to stare at him so you could feel all your problems and stress from the past few days fade away.
“I love you.” You quietly said out of the blue. His surprised expression made you giggle, he looked so cute whenever he acted surprised when you said those words. But this time, he was really surprised. But you, on the other hand, never said those words as convinced and confident as you did right there. Those kinds of moments are the ones when you notice and realize how much you love him. Not only because he’s handsome but because you love every single thing about his personality and soul. Even those stupid habits that makes you go mad when he forgets to clean a dish or put his hoodies inside the wardrobe. “I love you too.” He finally said, the word sincere written all over his face as he flashed a soft smile and cupped your cheeks to pull you into a soft kiss full of the love you had for each other.
“Don’t you have anything else to say?” He said with a teasing tone as he got in the bed after getting in his comfortable pyjamas and after tugging you into the warm blankets. “Happy birthday, idiot.” You said, smiling widely yet tiredly as you snuggled into his arms and inhaled his beautiful scent that never failed to make you feel at home. “That’s my little star.” He said, tightening his embrace around your cold body, ready to go into deep slumber like you did a few minutes ago while waiting for him.
You both met when you had a broken heart, when you weren’t the true ray of sunshine self he always loved you to be. But you definitely met right when you both needed, right when you both longed for true love and someone to wake up next to and that said ‘I love you’ without hesitating. You both longed for a loved one and you found each other right there and right then. Making his birthday wish of finding someone he could love come true.
Summary: Youngbin is suddenly all cold to you for some reason, and you are determined to find out why and make things right once again.
"What's that, Y/N? Why all the hurry?" your sister asks laughing when you end up dropping your bag for the second time as you walk to the door.
"I have to go see Youngbin," you answer, hands picking up the bag once again.
"Your dear Binnie? You're addicted, you know," she teases.
You blush.
"Stop it. I don't even call him 'Binnie'..."
"Oh, you don't? You can't trick me, girl. You do call him that. I've heard you doing that enough times while you were speaking to him at odd hours."
"Hey! Do you eavesdrop my phone calls?"
She shrugs her shoulders.
"What can I do if I also stay awake till late and the walls are so thin?"
You are blushing a deep tone of red, but you decide pretending you aren't is a good idea.
"Anyways! I've gotta see Youngbin!"
"So you are really going to see him, huh?"
"Stop laughing! I will," you cross your arms across your chest. "Is that a crime?"
"In no way. Please, go see your Binnie," she smirks.
Shit.
"Yes, I will!"
You leave the house and enter your car, a smile lurking through your lips. Your sister could be a little annoying, but the teasing didn't bother you that much if you were being honest with yourself. No, it would be impossible. You have been just too happy the last couple of months to really care. Heck, you couldn't even remember a happiness bigger than the one you were living with everyday now.
You speed up, humming a feel good song as you navigate through the city streets. Soon, you put your phone on the speaker and call Youngbin. Silence.
Weird. He always picks up right away... You call him again, and he finally answers on your third or fourth try.
"Binnie, why didn't you answer?" you chuckle and smile to yourself. "Anyways, let's hang out today? I'm already on my—"
"Y/N," he cuts you, his voice tense. "Today is not a good day for that. Go back home," and then he hangs up.
What? Kim Youngbin never hangs up on anybody. Ever.
You dial his number again.
"What?!" he asks annoyed. "I'm in no humor to put up with you right now. Give me a fucking break!"
And then he hangs up again.
You come back home holding your tears. You are very, very hurt, but above all, you are confused. You have never seen Youngbin be rude to anyone before, let alone you. What was going on?
You enter the house being as silent as you can so not to bring any attention to yourself and lock yourself in your room. You pick your phone and dial Dawon's number, Youngbin's friend and also coworker.
"Hello, Y/N?" he says as he picks up.
"Hey, Dawon."
The phone goes silence for a few seconds.
"Are you alright? Your voice sounds shaky..."
"To be honest, I'm not, Dawon," you sight, trying to keep your voice stable this time. "Youngbin has just been weird. Do you know if anything is going on with him?"
"Oh," you hear him say, his tone not as bright as usual. "I know what it is."
"You do?!" you hold tight onto the phone, as if doing so is going to bring the answer sooner to you.
"Yeah," he confirms. "Today Youngbin hyung got fired, Y/N. Didn't he tell you?"
"F-Fired? He didn't say a word..."
Dawon sights.
"Yeah, he was. They substituted him with someone younger and with a 'fresher outlook'," he explains in a sad voice. "He wasn't the one who told me, though. It was all gossip. Everyone in the office would only talk about this this afternoon."
You look at the window with a frown in your face, thinking about how your boyfriend must be feeling right now.
"Thanks, Dawon. I'll figure something out."
In the next afternoon, you go to Youngbin's apartment and come in using the extra key he keeps under the rug. You are someone who absolutely sucks in the kitchen, but you think it is worth it trying to make a few sandwiches, right? At least you know you can't burn them.
The sun is already setting when you finally hear the door being opened. You go hide in the bedroom right away, peeking through the slightly opened door.
Youngbin enters the apartment wearing a suit, his expression tired. He has probably spent the whole day looking for a job, but you don't know with how much luck. You see him going to the joint kitchen and hold your breath. He makes a surprised face as he sees the sandwiches and the juice jar carefully organized over the white towel on the small wooden table.
"How—" he blinks confused, but doesn't take long to devour everything. Wow, he was probably very hungry. You wonder if he has even had lunch today.
The man goes to the bathroom and closes the door, and you hear the sound of water flowing a few moments after. You leave his room at this moment and go back to the kitchen, where you wait. It is almost torture having to sit still like that, but you do it.
When Youngbin finally emerges from the small corridor, he looks confused at the living room, and you wouldn't really expect something different. He is wearing the clothes you had separated and put over his bed, a comfortable set of sweatshirts and sweatpants. There's no way he's not weirded out by now.
You sight, afraid of his reaction, but you don't give yourself time to hesitate. You walk silently to him and hug him from behind.
"Binnie," you sweetly say to him.
"Ah!" he turns to you, expression completely shocked. "Y/N? What are you—"
You hug him again, this time facing him. You hold him tight, your arms around his waist.
"Don't say anything. I've came to cheer you up, okay?" you whisper to him and take a step back. "Go sit on the sofa. I'm going to make you some popcorn and—"
Youngbin pulls you by the waist to a warm hug.
"You don't say anything," he whispers softly. "Don't take care of me like you have done something wrong. You haven't. I have."
You say nothing. You simply didn't know how to answer.
Youngbin caresses your hair.
"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm the worst boyfriend ever."
"No, you were just stressed out that day, baby. That's it."
"That's no excuse, Y/N," he lets go of the hug and places his hands on your shoulders, his eyes looking deeply into yours. "I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm sorry for how I've treated you, for what I've said... Put up with you?! Never! You are not a burden, you're a blessing! And if anything, you are the one who has to put up with this idiotic me, the one who needs to have a break," once again, you hold him tight against you. "I-I love you, Y/N, and I don't want to ever lose you," he lets one of his hands touch your face. "Can you forgive me?"
You smile and delicately dry the tears in his eyes with your fingers.
"I already have."
Youngbin gives you a kiss on the forehead and intertwines your fingers together.
"What about we make that popcorn? I'll watch whatever movie you want."
You laugh, heart now beating lightly in your chest.
"Alright. But now that you've said it, you can't go back on your word, okay?"
This was a small request from @greeneyedivy for our Youngbinie’s birthday! I hope this was more or less what you had in mind and that you liked it! 💖
When Youngbin blew the candles you’ve carefully placed on top of the cake you’ve been baking the entire morning, you couldn’t help but squeal delighted, clapping your hands as you stole cute giggles from his lips. He found you incredibly adorable and his heart melted just by seeing how excited you were to spend this day with him.
“Did you make a wish?” You asked curiously, nudging his side gently.
Youngbin nodded, leaning against you “I did, it was more of a goal thing though” You frowned looking at him confused, not really understanding what he meant “Like I wished I would find enough courage to do something this year”
“Oh?” You curiosity only incremented by this “And what is that? You didn’t tell me anything” Feigning surprised and hurt, you placed one hand on your chest, making him laugh amused “You’ve been keeping secrets from me all this time?”
“No silly” He replied, gently flickering your forehead “If I told you, it might not come true though” Youngbin pouted looking down at you, his hand fidgeting with the hem of the hoodie he was wearing.
“But if you tell me I might be able to help you out!” You said entuthiastically, making him smile even more....You were too adorable for this world.
“Fine, close your eyes” He said looking down at you, ignoring the way you arched one eyebrow at him “Close your eyes, I feel to embarrased to say this while you’re looking at me”
“Alright, alright” You said closing your eyes, still smiling as you waited for him to start talking.
Looking at you Youngbin leaned closer to your face, ignoring the way his heart pounded hard against his chest, the closer your lips got. His eyes scanned your features, his cheeks turning red as he decided wether he should kiss you or not but then, you opened your eyes, tired of waiting and to say you were just surprised to find him so close was a total understatement.
Youngbin’s eyes met yours and your heart skipped a beat, your breath getting caught in your throat when his forehead was pressed against yours “W-What are you doing?” You stuttered, face turning as red as a tomato as he smiled even more.
“Do I have to explain it?” He asked quietly, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear so it wouldn’t get on your face “I’ve liked you for a really reaaaally long time and I think I finally gathered the couraged to confess” Your cheeks only got redder and he loved the way you got so shy at his words “I mean, if this is making you really uncomfortable I’ll just-”
“No” You stopped him, reaching out to gently grip the front of his hoodie, making his smile bigger “I like you too” Your voice was quiet and trembling but you didn’t moved him away when he got closer to you
“Tell me now if this isn’t wha you want” He whispered, brushing his lips against yours, tempting you, teasing you “Because if you let me kiss you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from getting more”
He closed the distance between you and that night, Youngbin and you got closer, letting the moon witness all the kisses, caresses and sweet nothings that he whispered to you that night while he made you his.
