#youngjo fluff

[thru-the-grapevine]

[2:33 AM] You wake up when someone slips your mug out of your hands. You stir for a moment, eyelids fluttering.

“I think it’s time for bed,” your favorite voice in the world murmurs.

A smile slowly forms on your lips. “‘M awake,” you say, voice slurry with sleep, stretching your limbs.

“Not awake enough not to spill all your tea.”

You frown, blinking your eyes open slowly. Youngjo is kneeling next to where you’ve curled up on the couch, gently pressing a swath of paper towels into the rug right in front of you.

“Shit,” you say, sitting further upright.

“It’s okay, I’ve already gotten most of it,” he says, smiling up at you for a moment before returning to the rug. “May need to wash the rug tomorrow.”

You slump back again. “Good thing I got the washable one.”

Youngjo nods, and you lift a hand to his head, fingers combing gently through his hair, fingertips scratching softly at his scalp. You smile when he relaxes against the contact.

“Was waiting up for you,” you say, swallowing to try and make your voice sound less drunk.

“I told you you don’t have to do that,” he says, frowning.

You shake your head. “Wanted to. Lonely back there without you.”

Youngjo’s lips twitch, a fond smile crinkling in the corners of his eyes. You watch him fight this smile as you continue to stroke his hair, as he continues to press methodically at the tea in the rug.

“Time is it?” You ask finally.

“Half past two,” he says, gathering the damp paper towels up and rising to his feet.

You suddenly remember. “Hey, I made you a—”

Youngjo lifts a mug you’d left on the coffee table and nods, smiling. “Thanks, drank it. It was still warm when I got here.”

“It’s that heating coaster,” you say, standing and getting your bearings. “Sorry about the tea, I could’ve gotten it.”

“It’s okay, just watch your step so your socks don’t get damp,” he says from the kitchen.

You take care to step around the damp spot and shuffle towards the back hallway, legs not used to being awake and useful.

Youngjo catches up with you and guides you gently by the shoulders, keeping you from stumbling against the wall.

“‘S late,” you mumble as you make it to the room. “Everything go okay?”

“Yeah, not bad,” Youngjo says, squeezing your shoulders and breaking away to dig through the dresser for comfy clothes.

You trudge to the bed and sit down hard, rubbing sleep out of your right eye.

“You can lie down, it’s okay,” Youngjo laughs when you stay sitting up, watching him change.

You shake your head. “Waiting for you.”

“I’m right here,” he says, grinning, and you can tell he knows he won’t change your mind. You shake your head resolutely, and he finishes changing and tossing his clothes in the hamper.

“Hi,” you murmur, smiling big when Youngjo comes over and scoops you into a hug.

He just laughs, muffled against your shoulder, and shuffles you both around to lie down.

“Will you finally go to sleep now, love?” He asks, his fingertips drawing soothing, sleepy circles against your back.

Your eyes are already drooping shut, and you smile sleepily. “Mhm. Comfy. Have you.”

You feel the brief warm, soft pressure of his lips on your forehead. “Good.”

“Love you,” you mumble, needing to say it before you completely drift off.

You feel his lips curl softly against your forehead, feel him relax his arm securely over you.

“Love you, too,” you hear him whisper before sleep claims you once again.

Admin Ellie’s Masterlist

[the-golden-choice]

can I get a cutsie RAVN imagine with him and his SO cuddling and reading comic books but then they get into a MArvel vs. DC fight???? Please??? <3

✩comic book✩

ravn x reader

words: 705

hey alexa, play “fight club” by lights

✩oneus masterlist✩

Mornings like these were your favorites, ones where you could just easily relax in the comfort of your own, rundown apartment. The living room that was always freezing, no matter what you did to the thermostat, didn’t seem all that bad while you were sitting with Youngjo on the small couch. The two of you were directly across from the tv, but neither of you made an attempt to turn it on. Youngjo had his back against the arm rest, his legs spread lazily along the length of the couch with you sitting right between them. His arms wrapped around your torso in order to hold a small comic in front of the two of you. Together you all flipped through each page, reading the words carefully and studying the colorful illustrations that went along with them.

“Are you done,” he asked quietly. You hummed in response, watching as Youngjo turned the page carefully, not taking any chance in ripping the page. He laughed quietly as the two of you read the page all about Tony Stark and his usual rich guy bullshit. You glanced up at your boyfriend, questioning his sudden reaction. Noticing your eyes on him and not the comic book, he laughed even harder.

You sigh, “What’s so funny?”

“I’m just thinking about how Batman is basically Iron Man,” he answered with a shrug. “They’re both rich superheroes who lost their parents and used their money to build suits that help them fight crime.”

“You know, technically Iron Man would basically be Batman.”

Youngjo rolled his eyes as he set the comic book down on your lap. “It doesn’t matter because Tony Stark's better than Batman.”

You gasped, turning to face your boyfriend. “Don’t you dare insult Bruce Wayne,” you yelled.

“What do you mean,” he questioned. “Literally everything in Marvel is better than DC.”

“No, no, no,” you started, standing up from your sitting position. “DC is and always has been superior.”

Youngjo scoffed, “Just considering the movies, Marvel is superior.”

There was no argument there, Marvel has been showing up DC's movies. That much you could admit. “I’ll agree that marvel has better movies,” you sighed. “DC has been fucked over when it comes to movies, but DC stories are so much better and darker.”

“They’re definitely darker,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean they are better.”

“DC’s characters all have interesting backgrounds and they're supposed to be these mystic beings that work for the good of humanity,” you started. You took a deep breath in order to prepare for your rant. “They include a perfect balance between action, tragedy, and comedy. DC started right after the Great Depression, so their entire purpose was to show that when humans work together they can get through hard times. DC’s comics provided a great sense of hope in a dark time.”

Youngjo rolled his eyes as you finished your monologue. Apparently, you felt very strongly about the whole DC vs. Marvel topic. “All of that may be true,” he sighed. “But Marvel focuses on everyday people becoming superheroes, and they cover more of the human aspects of being a hero. That’s why most of their characters don’t have superpowers at first.”

“True,” you accepted, trying to think of a new argument to support your opinion.

“Both are good,” Youngjo stressed, standing up. He moved over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Also true,” you replied, relaxing in his arms.

“Marvel and DC are good in different ways.”

“Yes, and I prefer DC while you prefer Marvel,” you explained. “That’s nothing to argue over,” you stated, walking back to the couch with Youngjo.

“Exactly, nothing to argue over,” he agreed. He pulled you down back onto the couch, returning to the position he was sitting in previously.

You nod for a second, eyeing him as he gets comfortable again. “But,” you start, drawing out the word for an unnecessary length of time. “DC’s better,” you conclude, shooting up from the couch and running out of the room. Youngjo rolled his eyes, laughing lightly at your childish behavior. You didn’t always act this way, but it was the mornings that he spent with you like this that he loved the most.

[roniscloud]

kyj - sheer

kim youngjo [f. requested, 210 words] sheer

the glow of the early morning sun starts to shine through the sheer curtains hung from your bedroom window. the breeze coming in through the open door to the balcony, allowing a certain coolness to envelop you and the sleeping man still beside you. you watch how peaceful he is, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath he takes. your fingers find purpose pushing his hair away from his frame, then making their way down his soft skin. he opens his eyes and you freeze. 

"good morning, love." the air catches in your throat when you hear the raspy words leave youngjo's mouth. his hands come up to hold your face and you finally let go of the breath you've been holding. 

"good morning..."

"let's just stay like this. the bed's comfy and you're warm. i could wake up to this everyday." 

you giggle at the sentiment. “we have errands to run, though. you know that. you’re telling me that you’d rather stay in bed all day, instead of going to get groceries?”

“fine… we can get groceries. but right after that, we go back to cuddling.”

“deal.”

that's exactly how the two of you spend the rest of your sunday morning: wrapped up in each others' arms.

originally written: 19 november 2020

[yeongwvnhi]

Repost from old blog. 

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[1:28am] 

you carefully open the studio's door, your jacket keeping you warm as you look for you boyfriend. 

he said he'd be done soon, but that was 2 hours ago so you got worried and decided to check on him. 

"Youngjo?" you quietly ask into the room, still standing in the doorway, "are you here?" 

"right here" he speaks up from behind you unexpectedly, making you jump and stumble, almost falling if he didn't hold onto you. 

"hey, I told you to stop creeping up on me!" you whine, softly hitting his chest once. "and you said you wouldn't take long!" 

Youngjo bashfully scratches his cheek. "sorry baby, I'm done now. let's go to bed" 

you pout, softly glaring at him.

he pulls you in by your waist, also pouting. "Don't be angry!"

giving in, you let him hug you close with your head resting against his chest. "i was worried about you, idiot" 

a soft chuckle erupts from his throat, making you look up at him. "what's so funny?" 

"You're just so adorable when you're tired" he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

"hey!" you protest. "you missed" 

"Oh my, how dare I" he jokes, connecting both of your lips in a sweet peck. "now let's go baby, you're tired" 

[seoulwhat]

My Book (#15)

Summary: One person has been on the waiting list to check out a library book for months. The other person has the long overdue book. The two coincidentally meet one day at the library. Pairings: Ravn x reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: none Word Count: 1.9k

“It’s been months! When will they return the book?” You asked, ears turning red from anger.

“I don’t know. That isn’t something I can surely tell you,” the librarian behind the counter told you.

“Can you at least tell me the name of the person that has the book? Maybe I can find them and convince them to return the book,” you said with a fake smile.

The librarian shook her head. “Sorry, that is not information we can share with our customers.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. You weren’t upset with the librarian. She has told you the same information for the past few months about the book you desperately wanted to check out. You were the first on the waitlist but that did no good when the current owner didn’t want to return the book. It was the last book in the crime series you had been reading. It was from an author that wasn’t well known so there was only one copy of that book. You had been reading other books in the meantime, but you grew tired of waiting.

You weren’t sure how much longer you would have to wait, and you even considered buying the $60 book. It was a crazy price for an indie author, but it was such a good story, you were almost willing to spend the money. But you weren’t that desperate.

You walked through the aisles of books, looking for your next story to indulge in. You weren’t a huge fan of crime, but you had exceptions. You were a huge hopeless romantic, living vicariously through stories, but it was just that one crime series that really had you by the neck.

As you scanned the shelves, you saw a book on the top shelf that caught your eye. Being so short, you huffed in annoyance as you looked nearby for the nearest step stool. You placed it on the ground and reached up for the book. As you were about the grab the spine of the book, a large hand came from nowhere and grabbed it before you.

“Hey! I was going to get that!” You looked at the man that grabbed the book. He was slightly taller than you as you stood standing on the step stool.

The man smirked and then whispered. “We’re in a library.”

Your jaw dropped in awe. You couldn’t believe he was trying to play this off as if you weren’t mere centimeters away from grabbing the book. You got off the step stool and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I was getting that book. Why did you grab it when you clearly saw me reaching for it?” you asked, blatantly annoyed.

“Isn’t there a saying that if you touch something first then it’s yours?” The man said with one eyebrow up.

“Yeah, it’s called Finders Keepers!” you said in a rushed tone as you grabbed the book from the man’s hands and ran across the library. You could hear loud footsteps right behind you as you ran and tried to make it seem not so obvious that you were running in the library.

You ran down a dark aisle of books, completely secluded from the rest of the library. You squatted down and tried to be as small as possible to hide from the man that wanted your book.

“I’m going to find you,” the man whispered in a sing song. “I came here specifically for that book!”

You held your breath as you seen the man walk back and forth between the aisles that you were hiding in. After a few minutes, you no longer saw him. You stood up slowly, and stuck your head out, looking both ways to make sure the coast was clear. As you saw no one, you walked right out and bumped into the one man you were hiding from.

“And I’ll take that!” he said as he ripped the book straight from your arms.

“Give it back to me!” you shouted in a whisper. “Go get another book.”

You tried to grab the book back, but he raised it above your head, making it impossible to reach. You gave up, your shoulders dropping in defeat.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a book to check out,” he said with a large smile. As he turned around, you stuck your tongue out at him and mimicked his tone.

You followed him towards the exit of the library as he went towards the check-out desk, and you went towards the door to leave. You noticed the librarian smiled at him, making it known that she knew who he was. You stood back but close enough and tried to listen to their conversation like the nosy person that you were.

“Youngjo, it is so nice to see you again,” the librarian said to him. You rehearsed his name in your head, the name sounding incredibly unique to you.

“It’s nice to see you too Kathy. How’re the kids?” he asked her.

“Oh, same as always,” she started. “Do you have Psycho Crimes to turn in yet?” she asked him. Your eyes widened at the book title. That was the book that you had been waiting months for!

Youngjo laughed. “No, not yet. I will return it when I am ready.”

“I have someone that has been waitlisted for a very long time and they have been asking me about it every week.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Then they should have checked it out before me.”

And that was the end of their conversation. He’s a complete self-centered jerk!

The man turned around after checking out his book and when his eyes met yours, they widened at the fact that you were standing there watching him. He continued to make his way towards the exit, and you followed behind him, burning holes into his head as you glared at him. He approached his car and before he opened his door, he turned around to face you.

“You need to get over it. I’m returning this book next week. You can check it out then,” he told you.

“I cannot believe you’ve had Psycho Crimes all these months! You are the most self-centered selfish jerk I have ever had the unfortunate chance of meeting!”

“Like I told Kathy…” he began to say and then pause. “Wait a minute, you’re the one that is waitlisted? You’re the reason why Kathy has been nagging me every single day to return the book!”

“Sucks to suck, doesn’t it? And I’m going to keep nagging until that book is in my hands!” you yelled. At this point, it was barely 10am and it had been such a terrible day that yelling is making you feel better.

“If you want it so bad, why don’t you just come over to my house?” he asked you. You furrowed your brows and slightly pouted. You waited a few seconds for him to say, “just kidding”, but he never did.

“What is it that you want? Who invites strangers to their house?” you asked.

He laughed and smirked. “Well, we did play tag in the library so were practically friends.”

“Somethings up. I refuse to go with you,” you told him.

“That’s fine. The offer is still open until I drive away,” he said getting into his car and closing the door. He started up his car and you really contemplated on getting in this man’s car and going to his house, for some book. Was it worth it?

Without thinking any further, you walked over to the passenger side and got into the car. You buckled your seatbelt and looked at the man as he looked at you.

With a smile, he said, “I’m Youngjo, and you?”

“Y/n,” you said simply.

“How do you know I’m not a serial killer?” he asked you.

You replied, “Well the chances of there being two serial killers in this car are a little astronomical.”

He laughed, a little harder than you expected, and put his car in drive and drove off and out of the library’s parking lot. Mere minutes passed by, and you approached a neighborhood filled with homes that you never thought you would see in real life. Some homes were tall, and some were long. Some came with large yards and others came with large farms. Youngjo took a turn down a cul-de-sac and approached one of the largest homes on the street. Not only was it large, but it was long with a huge yard.

“There’s no way you actually live here. This is a joke, right?” you said admiring the house.

Youngjo laughed. “No, it’s not. But I’m flattered. I do work hard for the things I own.”

“That being everything except Psycho Crimes, right?” you snarked.

Again, he laughed. “You know, you’re funnier than I thought you would be.”

The two of you got out of his car and walked inside the large home. It’s architecture very geometrical. He removed his jacket and you followed suit, afterwards walking into the main room.

“Take a seat. I’ll be right out with the book,” he said as he walked down a hallway. You sat on his grey couch, and it felt softer than your bed at home. He came out from his hallway with the book in his hand. You got excited, knowing that Psycho Crimes was officially going to be in your hands. He handed the book to you, and you opened it and examined it. But then you realized something was off.

“Why is this book hard back? There was only one ever made and the author has it. Is this the library’s book?”

Youngjo didn’t answer any of your questions as he watched you examine the book in confusion.

“I don’t understand,” you said under your breath. And then it dawned on you. You gasped loudly and looked up at Youngjo. “Please don’t tell me you’re the author of this book.”

Youngjo laughed. “Okay, I won’t.”

Your eyes widened at his half confession. “No way. I am so sorry for how I’ve treated you because of this book. Are you sure you’re really the author?”

Honestly, you couldn’t believe what was happening. You felt like you were in some other dimension where things didn’t make sense in the world.

“If you’re the author, why do you have the library’s version?” You asked as you looked at him. He took a seat next to you on the couch.

“I was actually trying to get another copy of the book because the one at the library is all worn out and tattered. I wanted there to be clean versions of my book series at the library.”

You continued to examine the beautiful hard cover book as you spoke to Youngjo. “Why are you handing me this when it’s the only one available?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “If you were willing to get physical with me over the book, I think you might deserve it a little more than me.”

You looked up at him. “I was never going to get physical. I would’ve just nagged Kathy,” you laughed. He laughed along with you and leaned back on his couch.

“Did you know, you are the first person I’ve ever met that actually liked my crime series? I’ve tried so many genres in the past and have been successful in all of them except crime. So, what was it that made you like this one?”

You thought a moment about it. “I honestly don’t know. This series is the first I’ve read in a long time outside of the romance genre. It was misplaced at the library in the romance section and when I read the summary from the first book, it sounded interesting. I just decided to try reading it and I came to like it.”

Youngjo nodded, appreciating the comment. “Well Y/n, I really do believe this is the start of a new friendship.”

[soulangel]

Tired Little Angel-Ravn

Summary: Spending another all night on the novel you’re so insistent to finish. Ravn finally has enough of your lack of sense of reality and takes it upon himself to bring you back to the world you live in. 

Group: Oneus’ Ravn x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: Mild Angst, Fluuuuffff 

Warnings: Lack of sleep, small talk of concern about health, mild angsty feels

Taglist (Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything): @delphinium3000 , @joong-littlelove , @plutolunas , @daybreakx , @changbinniez-princess , @kpop-in-new-albion , @yunception , @kpophours​ , @sailing-goddess-of-ateez​

Masterlist     Oneus Masterlist

    “Hello?”

    “Oh. What are you doing up right now? Are you still working on that story?” You heard his voice ask sleepily through the speaker of your phone.

    You hummed in response, not entirely listening to him as your fingers flew across your keyboard to describe a specific scene you’d been working on the last few hours for your book. Yes, you were a writer. Yes, you’d been spending all the free time you could making it the best story you could have ever imagined. Did that mean you were locked up in your bedroom? Absolutely. Time was irrelevant to you at this point as you were so focused on the plotline.

    “-I just wish you wouldn't get so stuck on this story all the time.” You managed to hear the tail end of what he was saying.

    You frowned a little and took your hands away from the keys, giving yourself a moments break to talk to your tired boyfriend. “I’m sorry Baby, what were you saying? I was finishing up this one scene...” You mumbled sheepishly, wincing at how weak you sounded trying to defend yourself.

    He gave a very deep, very long sigh and you could practically see him shaking his head in disappointment at you. “This is what I’m talking about Angel....you’re not paying attention to anything around you. Do you even know what time it is?” He asked you gently, fighting the urge to scold you like he has before.

    You blinked a little and wracked your brain for the answer. “Isn’t it 8? How long-IT’S 4AM?!” You squeaked, eyes wide as you managed to read the small numbers in the bottom corner of your screen.

    He grumbled quietly to someone on the other end and then gave a small grunt at your squeak. “Yeah, 4am. Angel, please please set the laptop down. You’ve been at this story since you got home yesterday.” He suggested to you quietly, wanting nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms and pass out until the weekend with you.

    You gave him a tiny whine and pouted, even though he couldn’t see it. “But I just got to the part where Cara gets kidnapped and her lover has to save her! It’s a pretty interesting part. The kidnappers made her tell him that she needed to go of her own volition and that he shouldn’t bother looking for her.” You gushed, smiling tiredly at your accomplishment.

    You heard shuffling from him and furrowed your brows a little at the creaking of whatever he was on fought against his weight. “Alright then. Tell me more about this scene.” He asked you gently, getting you to start on a very long and intricate explanation of how Cara got to be kidnapped from the group and how the lover was going to chase her down on his motorcycle with his mismatched group of friends behind him. 

    By the time you finished your explanation, you heard a gently knock on your front door and jumped in surprise. “Wh-wha-” You fumbled with words while you hesitated in standing up.

     “Please open the door. These bags are heavy and I would like to get into some warmth soon.” His voice sounded through the door, making your frozen body kick into high gear to open the door quickly.

     “Y-You’re here? Ho-you....you got me talking to give you time to get here without me knowing?” You pieced together, tears welling in your eyes quickly at the gesture.

    Ravn gave you a tired smile and nodded his head, heading to the kitchen while you closed and locked up the door again. “I brought a small snack for us to eat before we go to bed. You need sleep! I will not take no for an answer at this point. Save your story and turn off that laptop. We’re eating and I’m cuddling you to sleep.” He commanded gently, smiling gently at you while you could only gawk at him in surprise.

    He walked up to you and softly tapped his pointer finger to the bottom of your chin, guiding your mouth closed before taking you into a hug. “When you get sucked into your world you never pay attention to the one you live in. It worries me Angel. Please try and take better care of yourself. I’m worried for your health.” He mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple after.

    You melted into his chest and sighed quietly, taking in his warm scent for a moment. Your eyes started closing and you would have fallen asleep right then and there if it wasn’t for him moving just right to look at you. “Okay tired child. Save your draft first.” He chuckled at you, releasing you slowly in case you fell over in sudden exhaustion. 

    You did just that before turning off the laptop to set it on the coffee table in front of your couch. “Alright, now come love me!” You giggled softly, smiling when he popped out of the kitchen with two drinks and a box of goodies for you both.

You then spent the morning snacking away with him, talking about random things until the sun started peaking through your window to say hello. “Alright. It’s a good thing I don’t have schedules for the next couple days, because we are going to bed now. And I refuse to let you leave our cocoon until you’ve slept at least 10 hours.” He stated with a small smirk, standing up quickly to put the leftovers in your fridge and throw the garbage out.

By the time you tiredly stood up off the couch, he was already back next to you, holding your waist to guide you to your bedroom. “My tired little angel.” He whispered once you flopped yourself on your bed and immediately passed out.

He quickly got in bed beside you and encased you in his arms, making sure you would be alright where you were before he fell asleep with you, barely feeling your hands latching onto the cloth on his chest in your sleep. “hmmm.” You breathed out softly with a tiny smile, nuzzling yourself into his chest between your hands.

His chin rested on the top of your head and you both stopped moving entirely, peacefully asleep while the world around you began to wake up to a brand new day.

[minminnie-shii]

~Us~ Kim Youngjo

~Fluff~ ~Fluffy fluff~ ~Seriously, beware~

Word count~ 1982

Warnings~ None

~~~~~~~~~

I remember the minute that I fell for Youngjo, the moment I realized that all I wanted in life, was to see him happy. It was during the 'Debut Project' for my group, and his.

We were playing the punishment soccer game, Seoho was up to kick the ball. When he kicked it, it bounced off of the post and hit me in the head. Youngjo was the first one to run up to me and see if I was okay.

After that, he stayed by my side for the rest of the filming. And even after they would win the games, he would always share his food with me, making my members jealous. Whenever our two groups were together, I would always find myself drawn to him.

And it really didn't help when we would always sit so close to me, or grab my hand in some way. Some times, I would feel like he was teasing, or messing with me. But, now, I don't think he even knows how I feel about him.

I was currently sitting in the recording studio by myself. The boys had gone home for the day, but, I really wanted to get this melody down before I left. This song had been stuck in my head for the past few weeks, and I needed to finish it.

What was the song about? Love, well, first love. Softly and quietly, I began to sing to myself.

"The way you look at me reminds me of something. But I can't quite figure out what. Could this be love? Can you feel what I feel for you? Do you love me too?" I stopped strumming my guitar and let out a sigh, closing my eyes.

"That's really pretty. Working on a new song?" I jumped and my eyes shot open when I heard a voice by my ear.

I spun around in my chair and Youngjo laughed as he stood straight up. I rolled my eyes and set down the guitar, shoving him by the shoulder.

"Yah! What do you think you're doing? You scared me." I mumbled crossing my arms over my chest. He laughed and walked over to me, pinching my cheek slightly.

"Aw, poor _____, did I really scare you that bad?" He asked.

I smiled softly and looked at him, he had picked up that paper that had the lyrics for the song I was writing. He was carefully reading over every word.

"Hmm, this is really good, it almost sounds like you're in love with someone." He said peeking up at me over the paper. I blushed slightly and looked away.

"No, what would give you that idea." I muttered. He just shrugged his shoulders and set down the paper.

"I was just saying. Hey, are you hungry? Do you want to get food before you go back to the dorm?" He asked resting against the chair. I thought about it for a second and nodded.

"Sure, let me just pack up my stuff."

He backed away while I moved around the studio, saving my work and shutting down the computers. I put my guitar back into its case and zipped it closed. I grabbed all my lyric sheets and slipped them back into the folder where they belong. Once everything was organized and put away I put my backpack on my shoulders.

I went to grab my guitar when Youngjo beat me to it. He picked it up and slipped the strap over his shoulder. He turned to me and smiled, nodding towards the door. I blushed slightly and opened the door, stepping out first. Youngjo turned off the lights and locked the door, closing it.

"Time for food." He sang loudly. I couldn't help but laugh as the two of us left the company together.

"Do you want to take the van?" I asked him pointing to the car in front of us. He laughed and shooked his head.

"It's a nice day, let's walk." He gently took my wrist in his hand and began to lead me down the street. I jogged slightly until I matched my pace with his, allowing the two of us to work together.

"Are you excited for your debut?" I asked looking at him. He smiled widely and looked at me.

"Yeah, I can't believe that next week is when it comes out. I've been waiting for this for so long." He then stopped walking and turned to face me.

"What about you? Do you know how much longer until you debut?" I smiled and shook my head.

"No, but, don't worry about me, this is your moment, enjoy it." He chuckled quietly. He sighed softly and tilted his head, looking up at the stars.

"Do you believe in wishing stars?" He asked suddenly. My eyebrow twitched slightly at his question.

"Hmm, I don't know, I never tried wishing on one before." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"If you could have one wish, what would you use it on?" I looked towards the sky and thought about it. If I could wish for anything, what would I wish for?

I smiled as the answer finally came to me, I looked at him and answered.

"I would wish, that your debut would go just how you wanted it to. That everyone would listen and fall in love with your music. I wish that, all of your wishes, come true." His eyes widened slightly at my answer.

"You would waste your wish on me?" He asked quietly. I smiled and poked his forehead gently.

"If it makes you happy, then it's not a waste."  After a while of silence, it finally clicked in my head what I said. I blushed slightly and coughed turning on my heel.

"W-we should get going." I stuttered out quietly. Before I could take another step Youngjo's slender finger wrapped themselves around my arm, stopping me from moving.

"Wait, I never got to tell you what my wish was." He whispered. I swallowed thickly before turning my head back to look at him.

"If you could wish for anything Youngjo, what would it be?" I asked. He took a step forward and continued until he was standing directly in front of me.

I grew nervous and my gaze slipped from his face to the middle of his shirt. He took one more step, slowly slithering his arms around my waist, tugging me closer to him. I let out a gasp and my hands came up, I placed them on his chest and my gaze moved up, looking at his face.

His eyes searched mine intensely. It was hard to keep looking at him. I wanted to hide away, the nervousness in my stomach slowly started to bubble up until it filled my entire body. I'm sure how long we were standing there, but, a slight breeze blew causing me to shiver slightly.

He smiled softly and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine gently. He let out a sigh and his warm breath fanned my face. I swallowed and quietly repeated my question.

"What would you wish for?" He opened his eyes just slightly and peeked at me.

"My wish would be, to kiss you, if only just once." He whispered. My breath hitched in my throat at his words.

Was I dreaming? Did he actually just say that his wish was to kiss me? The nervousness slowly melted away, and something new replaced it, what it was, I didn't have a clue.

I slowly closed my eyes and tilted my head upwards, pressing my lips against his in a soft and quick kiss. I pulled back quickly and opened my eyes to look at him. He looked, shocked.

Oh look, I'm nervous again. I became a stuttering mess, I started apologizing and went to step away, but Youngjo tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me even closer. Our bodies were flush together and my breathing quickened.

His eyes flicked from my eyes to my lips quickly. He let out a breath before capturing my lips in his, kissing me softly. I closed my eyes and tilted my head upwards more, deepening the kiss.

His hands slid up my waist slowly touching me with only his fingertips. Chills covered my entire body as he cupped my cheeks in his hands. My hands clenched into fists, balling up his shirt tightly.

His lips felt hot against my own, though the rest of my body felt like it was on fire. Even in this cold winter weather, it felt like it was the middle of summer.

Youngjo's lips were soft, warm, they worked against mine softly. He was slow, and careful as if he was afraid that I would break at the slightest touch. Even when he pulled away, he pecked lips one, two, three, four times.

I didn't mind, I could kiss him all day. His lips were sweet, and they were all I needed in this moment. I didn't open my eyes, afraid that if I did, I would wake up and realize that this was all a dream. My new wish? Was for this to last forever.

Youngjo laughed breathily and nudge his nose against mine.

"Why won't you look at me?" He asked quietly.

"Because I'm afraid that once I open my eyes, I'll wake up and this would have been a dream." I whispered. He laughed again and I felt his lips press onto my forehead and a soft and short kiss.

"Open your eyes." He whispered. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked at him.

His face was flushed and he was still breathing heavily. He smiled widely at me and nudged my nose with his before pecking my lips again. I blushed deeply and moved, burying my face in his chest. He chuckled and held me tightly against him, he rubbed my arms and my back rocking us back and forth.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked softly into his chest. He pulled back slightly and looked down at me.

"You can ask me anything." Okay, deep breath, you can do this. Just ask him. I closed my eyes and went for it.

"Will you go on a date with me?" I said quickly. It was quiet for a really long time before Youngjo sighed.

"Wah, what is wrong with me? How did I let you beat me to it?" He chuckled. I looked up at him confused. He saw my confused face and laughed even more, pecking my lips softly.

"I can't believe you asked me before I had a chance to ask you." My eyes widened.

"Y-you wanted to ask me?" His face turned into bright red as he nodded.

"Yeah, everyone would always tell me to hurry up and tell you that I liked you. Why do you think I would always wait until you finished working to walk you back to the dorms? Or why there would magically be food in front of you when you would fall asleep at the computer.

"Yonghoon-Hyung always makes fun of me, well, him and everyone else. I don't why, but, tonight, just felt right. I'm sorry, I know I should've told you sooner but I didn't know ho-"

I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his, stopping him from talking. He smiled and moved his lips against mine softly.

"That's a really nice way to tell me to shut up." He mumbled against my lips. I smiled and peeked up at him.

"Something tells me that I'll have to do that a lot more in the future." I whispered kissing him again.

"Believe me, I have absolutely no problem with that."

[bearseokie]

enchanted

— Blowing on a dandelion from an enchanted field, you resurrect a man you believed to be a myth.

DETAILS — [ PG | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — spirit! prince! ravn x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — fantasy! au, fluff, slight romance WARNINGS — magic, manipulation, storms

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Enchanted above, below, left, and right — your eyes wandered the field you had been warned of for your entire life. A restful place to some, a trickster to others, but your request was simple. A story you had been told about as a child, every part of the field within the trees held bits of magic. Even a simple blow of a flower could bring a soul out, ones named off to you one by one — but you wanted to see it for yourself.

Oxygen filling your lungs, your lips perked to push out the breath in a forceful motion. The dandelion’s stem between your fingers was wet from the light pour that morning. Gentle blow of your breath, the white-fluffed particles released from the bud and into the air.

Observing the remnants of the plant, the wind swept through the air and across the space where you sat. Surrounded by the flowers, the toll of your blow forged inside a stronger blow of the wind, the surrounding dandelions around you losing their white particles in tandem. The everlasting petals rotated in the air, spinning with the wind and encircling you.

Sun bright above, sparkles like glitter fluttered throughout the particles, forming a shape. Broad shoulders, a head and abdomen — a man was surging through the contemporary flowers. A face once featureless was created right before your eyes, the man’s skin bright as he blinked. Hand swiveling into the air, the last of the petals merged with him, every tissue contriving his existence. Ravn, Prince of Vitae — the man said to be most silvery even under a pitch black night.

You sat on the damp grass, a perplexed expression across your face. His lips sealed into a thin line before forming a toothless smile, his hand stretching out. The gesture small, the warmth of his skin was levitating, helping you from the ground as you stood before him.

“I’m never blowing on a dandelion again.” You spoke, stunned as all he could do was laugh.

Eyes wide, his gaze met the blue, cloudless sky. Brown irises intense in the sunlight, you were astonished by the man that had come from thin air — quite literally.

“W-What? How?”

His eyes peeled back down at you from the sky, the space above turning a somber orange as the sun lowered to set. Your eyes were wide, gaze running along the man from head to toe. Like a fairytale only told to children, his bleak face turned soft as his hand rose into the air once more.

Palm flat, his lips formed the lightest words you had ever heard. “Touch me.”

Your hand paced up to his, skin matching on skin for a second time. He felt real, blinking up at him like you were in a hallucination. His fingers broke the touch, lacing between your own in a tight, but painless grasp.

Columns of trees in all directions, the wind blew another harsh breeze. Your brows knitted, watching the dark hair on the Ravn's head move. No part of him unattached like when he was formed, your stumped face bringing another chuckle to rise from his chest. His smile grew wider, tall form bending down to make direct eye contact. Pupils aligned with yours, the top row of his teeth surged over his bottom lip, turning the skin of his mouth red. “Hello.”

“H-Hello.” Completely flustered by his presence, his hand started clapping against your own. Force little and his skin warm, your cheeks filled with heat as he stared deep into your eyes. “This was just a test.”

“I see.” he nodded, lifting his opposite hand to cup your cheeks. He smiled at the impact he gained from you, his own cheeks mirroring yours as he released you and backed away.

Eyes hellbent on your form, he twisted, flat palm swaying above the flowers at your ankles. Your eyes trailed the dandelions, watching as each and every one of them replenished from the white particles taken — the plants now capped by yellow petals. Your eyes went wide again, diverting your attention up at the sky as the color turned from orange to a deep blue, nearing purple for nightfall.

Your foot lightly kicked as you stepped out of the bed of flowers. The itch of your bare ankles from the petals made you stiffen, Ravn’s hand reaching to hold you up under your arm when you began to stumble.

“Thank you.” you replied quietly, his nod affirming your fall.

The sun's thick rays from behind the dark clouds had your eyes squinting, Ravn nothing more than a silhouette. His form stepped twice to the right, his body directly in line to block the illuminating light. A smile was quick to rise on your face, his gratefulness and consideration already growing on you.

“So, nothing in particular you were searching for?” His head turned, shadowed face giving you the moment to take him in. Era-ed clothing paired with his gleaming face, he looked more than eccentric — like the tale you were told, personified. He was depicted as knotty but sensitive, the man before you the exact illustration as he laughed down at you. He couldn’t hear your thoughts, but he knew what was on your mind. “No-” he chuckled. “I won’t be leaving in the same way I came.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to hold in the laughter that bubbled from your stomach. His cackle matched yours, shoulders lifting and dropping with every breath-holding laugh. He was gentler than gentle, persona so equipped to help others, but he stood in front of you like a friend.

“Must you go?” you asked, his right eye squinting. A wink playing on his face, his bottom lip sunk back in between his teeth, a bright flash of lightning from a far away could startling you.

Rain dripped from the sky at a quick pace, his hand rising up as the covers of nearby trees over grew into a roof. The sudden beads of water from the sky drew the air colder, his smile wide and deceit true.

“Seems like a storm.” A clap of thunder sounded above, your form leaping against him out of fear. “I guess we’re both stuck here for a little longer.”