Request: Could I request a tooth-achingly sweet soulmate!au for Zelo (B.A.P)? Like the kind where they have the tattoo of each other’s names? Also, I’m so so happy you’re back!! 💖💖
Pairing: BAP’s Zelo x Reader
Genre: Fluff
You grumbled to yourself as you scratched at the irritated patch of skin on your forearm. “Maybe I can just get it covered up.”
“Don’t you dare!” your best friend gasped, smacking you lightly on the shoulder. “That’s your destiny!”
“A person is not my destiny,” you argued. “I decide my own destiny.”
“Right, you just don’t decide the person you share your destiny with,” she chuckled, looking over the edge of her glasses.
Shooting her a glare, you looked back down to your coffee, eager to end this conversation and down the cup. “So where are you going on holiday?”
“Spain - what’s your tattoo say?” she asked, setting her own cup down with a smile.
You rolled your eyes before gingerly tucking the skin into your body and away from her. “Zel. He sounds like a Power Rangers villain.”
“I was thinking more Dragon Ball Z,” she nodded, her grin growing more ferocious by the moment. “But calm down, I’m certain it isn’t done yet.”
“Whoever decided one letter would appear at a time didn’t truly know the meaning of cruel and unusual punishment,” you muttered. “And how did you get so lucky?”
Your best friend giggled as she looked down at her tattoo, her soulmate’s name etched in it’s completion. Her attention then diverted to the fat engagement ring balanced on her finger. “Everyone in my family got their tattoos early. I guess it’s an inherited trait.”
Chewing on your lip, you tried to avoid eye contact. Not only were you privileged to live in a society that’s romantic policies seemed to operate based off of systematic genetic mutations, but those mutations also appeared at different times for different people.
Imagine your shock and horror when all of your friends had their soulmates names begin to show up at your twelfth birthday party.
But your skin remained untouched.
It wasn’t until recently that your own black scribble had begun to appear, and in recent days, had been picking up letters with speed.
“Where are you going on holiday?” your friend asked, noticing your silence.
You let out a sigh before giving a small nod. “South Korea.”
.
.
“But why does it hurt?” Zelo pouted, draping his arm over Yongguk’s leg.
“Because it’s a tattoo,” his older, former member chuckled, patting his arm in return.
“But it’s not like...a tattoo, tattoo,” he muttered, eying the letters on his arm. “It doesn’t feel the same.”
“You’re right,” Yongguk nodded. “It feels worse.”
“You know, there’s a flaw in the system,” Zelo groaned. “What if someone has the same name? Then what?”
“Then you hope you find the right one,” Yongguk chuckled. “I’ve never heard of that happening though. The universe has it’s ways.”
“It would be just my luck if I found the wrong someone with the right name,” Zelo groaned, glancing down to his tattoo. The words written so plainly in English eluded him. He wasn’t entirely certain of the pronunciation, but knew it was definitely someone who used English as one of their primary languages. That’s how the tattoos normally worked. They would appear as a native tongue, or at least in a language your soulmate spoke. It gave you the opportunity to learn it as well before meeting for the first time and becoming terribly confused.
“Think about it this way,” Yongguk sighed. “It’s not the wrong person, it’s just you taking a little control of the situation.”
“I feel like that was meant to be comforting,” Zelo grumbled. “Can’t you give me better wise words than that?”
“Trust the system,” Yongguk smiled. “That’s the only option we have.”
“Come on!” Zelo gasped. “Don’t you want to give me some speech about disregarding the system and finding your own true soul mate and falling in love your own way?”
“And then what?” Yongguk laughed. “Sure, you find someone you think you’re in love with, but then you bump into the person who is, in all actuality, the person who’s name is written on your arm. Talk about unnecessary complication.”
Zelo furrowed his brows before leaning back into the couch again. “You’ve grown soft in your old age.”
“Nope,” Yongguk hummed. “I’ve just grown more wise. Why create complication and heartache for yourself when you can just follow how things are meant to be?”
“But don’t you ever wonder about the what if?”
“When you meet your soul mate...” Yongguk nodded. “The what if won’t matter.”
.
.
You couldn’t tell your best friend that there was a very specific reason for your holiday in Korea. Granted, the food was mouth watering, the history and culture was mesmerizing, and the fashion scene was incredible, but you had another reason to go. Sure, you had mentioned that your tattoo said “Zel,” but that was the only portion of it that you could actually read.
The rest of it was in a very different language.
A very different language that you had determined was Hangul.
You were already in your second day of visiting Seoul when another letter appeared on your arm, an “o” following the “Zel” you were already familiar with.
“Zelo,” you murmured to yourself, shimmying down your shirt sleeve before picking up your coffee from the Starbucks counter. “If that’s his English name...what a strange one to choose.”
Lost in thought as you wandered out of the coffee shop and towards the street, you hardly noticed when a man passed by maybe a little too closely. You felt the pull before your legs could stop you. The uncomfortable feeling of falling took over as your unknowingly untied shoelace was caught under the stranger’s foot.
You let out a noise somewhere between a squawk and a shout, tumbling toward the ground before a pair of strong hands caught you. Spinning your body, and pouring your coffee haphazardly across his white, button down, he grabbed you just as you were about to slam into the concrete.
“Aish,” he groaned, standing you up on your own feet again. He winced as he looked down at you, struggling to find his words. “Are...you okay?”
You winced as you glanced at his shirt, which was very much not okay. “I am, but your shirt.”
“Shirt?” he laughed looking down. “It’s okay...just a shirt.”
You watched as he began to unbutton the fabric around his wrists and roll his shirt sleeves up, his tan skin becoming more and more unclothed by the moment.
You would have missed it if you weren’t watching, but just as you considered thanking him and turning away, a small, black scribble on his arm caught your attention.
“Why...why is my name...why is my name on your arm?” you whispered.
“Sorry,” the tall man said with a small bow. “My English...not so great.”
You took a deep breath and shut your eyes for a moment before opening them again. “H-hello,” you stuttered out in uncertain Korean. “My name is Y/N.”
“Y/N,” he said quietly, letting the words marinate on his lips. His eyes grew wide as he repeated it again, the understanding slowly coating his features. This time, he spoke in quiet, but clear english. “You are...?”
“I think so,” you nodded, your ability to speak his language shaky at best.
With slow fingers, he reached toward his sleeve, and began to fold the fabric further upwards towards his arm. Resting directly below the ditch of his elbow, sat your name in clear, block print. A small smile formed on his lips as he glanced shyly toward you. He was hesitant as he moved, stopping his hand several times before it finally met yours. As if static was waiting behind every touch, his fingertips shocked yours, but not enough to cause either of you to retreat.
You allowed him to move your hands slowly, only stopping once your palm was wrapped around his forearm and your thumb brushed against the moniker you had written for decades now.
“Soul mates...” Zelo said quietly.
You gave him an encouraging nod, noting his English, or at least his English pertaining to this situation, was pretty effective. Taking your hand from his arm, you pulled up your sleeve as well, glancing at it fondly for the first time in your life.
“My name?” he gasped, his eyes lighting up at the words. Without waiting he took your forearm in his grasp. As he eyed the lettering curiously, it gave you the opportunity to examine him more closely. He stood taller than you with short, dark hair, sticking out sharply from his forehead. His eyes were dark as well, so intensely brown that they were nearly black. A small stud sat in his perfect, button nose, adding another interesting facet to a face you could already stare at for hours. Your focus traced down his profile and toward his hand where his pointer finger trailed along your tattoo.
“Zelo,” he nodded. “My stage name. I am rap...I am a rapper. ” He tapped at the word proudly, only moving on once you nodded as well. He moved on to the next letters, written in tight Hangul. “Choi-”
“Junhong,” you finished with a smirk. “Choi Junhong.”
Zelo leaned back, hardly able to contain the happiness in his expression. “I feel...so amazing...right now.”
His hand slid down your arm, allowing himself the chance to let his fingers interlace with yours. “Mine,” he said quietly. “My soulmate.”
“Yours,” you echoed in Korean. “Forever.”
A small smile emerged on his lips before he looked up toward you. “Forever.”
Genre/warnings: fluffy fluff ❤ (warning - cringey karaoke song choice ahead. But it’s funny, so all is fine.)
Summary: Watching dramas was a past-time favorite of yours, simply because you liked dreaming about how life could’ve been if everything would’ve went according to plan back when you confessed your feelings to Junhong. But, since it didn’t and you were left with nothing but a broken heart and a promise from him to stay a good friend, you simply sat there and continued dreaming. That is, until one evening he had a slightly different activity than drama-watching in mind. Slightly.
(A/N) Lord, have mercy on me. I’ve never watched a kdrama, and I really rarely watch anything at all if it isn’t anime. So, in case this is inaccurate - which it probably is - I’m sorry!! >.<
Also, the song choice was inspired by this video that I’m still not over because it’s so damn funny. And just imagining Zelo trying to reenact this song made me crack up.
"Oh God, don't tell me you're crying again," he said, looking at you and chuckling. You threw him a glance, wanting to be mad at him, but couldn't wipe the smile off of your face, as well as the tears streaming down your cheeks.
Yup. You were crying again. Because of a drama, and he couldn't quite understand if he thought it was rather ridiculous or cute.
"Are all women like this, or is it just you?" he questioned, turning his full attention to you as the credits popped up on the screen, indicating the show was over.
"Junhong-ah, say one more word and I'm gonna punch you," you warned him and pouted, just to earn a heart warming laugh from him.
"Ooh, I guess I'll have to watch out then. Don't wanna get knocked out by your steel punch," he escaped your almost inevitable slap, chuckling some more as he got up from the couch and seemingly headed to destroy your kitchen.
"I'll just go grab some coke before taking care of you yet again, you sobbing mess," he called as you watched his frame going further down the hallway, "So, if you have any requests, tell them now."
"Tea, please," you said, earning a quite "yessir!" from the kitchen. Gosh, he could indeed be so cute at times. You tightened the grip on your blanket, wiping the last few happy tears away.
"I'm quite emotional, okay?!" you remember having to remind Junhong of that every time you sat down to watch dramas, and, even though you'd told him just the same today, he still took advantage of the situation, lovingly making fun of you before taking care of you, being sure you were back to feeling alright after the emotional rollercoaster you'd just been through.
You stared at the hallway Junhong had just walked down in order to get to the kitchen, and smiled. He'd be back in no time, sitting on your way too small couch legs-crossed and laughing about something with you until he would finally have to go back home. There were few times he stayed the night, those being the times you both fell asleep during movie or drama-watching, and you had to admit you were a little devastated tonight wouldn't turn out like that.
You sighed, knowing you'd never have such a happy ending as all the dramas that you had watched had. Because your happy ending could only be considered happy if it involved Junhong, but it would never do so. He seemed to be that one person who could fill that empty spot in your heart, but he seemed to be unreachable as well.
Not to get your relationship wrong - you were quite close, oftentimes seeming to be a little too close to be considered "just friends". But you'd never be more than that, as something that inevitably changed any of the chances had already happened in the past, making you flinch a little at the mere thought of it.
You'd confessed to him at some point already. And he'd rejected.
You still didn't know what had given you that much courage back then, but you remember waking up that morning next to a passed out Junhong on your couch. His head was leaning somewhere on the armrest, and you couldn't help but stare at his face.
God, he was so pretty it hurt.
You recalled everything at that point - how you met quite accidentally through a mutual friend, and how the first thing you ever did together was hold a karaoke competition with him, since no one else seemed to want to embarrass themselves in the tipsy state they were in. You remembered laughing till you cried from the way he hit every single note more or less wrong, yet managed to reach the high note and hold it perfectly. And, of course, you remembered how the evening unfolded - with both of you getting a little too drunk and inevitably arguing about a song back then - one that you liked and he didn't - making a too big deal out of it and ending the night with silent treatment.
You remembered how you received a text message the next morning from an unknown number that was revealed to be Junhong's later on. The message saying he was sorry for arguing the previous night because he'd had a little too many drinks and asking you to meet him for dinner later, to properly make it up to you.
To be honest, at that time you thought it would unfold just like it always did in the movies. You'd have an amazing night out, and he'd end up walking you back home, complimenting you and telling you that your eyes shone brighter than the stars while his hand seemingly unnoticeably reached for yours. You'd met him only once at that point, yet were already having these thoughts, because you remembered being completely attracted to him from the first time you saw him. You hoped he'd tell you goodnight, and possibly kiss you as well, but even more than that you just hoped you'd leave a good impression, sparking his desire to meet you again and get to know you.
Which you kind of did, but only in a friendly way, as you seemed to be head over heels for him already after the first interaction while he seemed to think of you as a cool new friend, or so it seemed at least.
That morning you remembered how none of your dreams ever happened. How his hand didn't reach for yours, and how he didn't kiss you goodbye, giving you a way too quick hug instead and leaving too soon. You were glad when he messaged you the next morning after that, but knew it would be harder to let him know you liked him than you had initially thought. That is, if it would be possible at all.
He shifted in his sleep a little. He looked so tiny, despite being a near-two-meter creature. His facial expression was so pure, and his slightly puckered lips seemed so kissable. The fact he'd fallen asleep on your couch seemed to only give you more courage at that point. After all - he could've left the previous night, but he didn't, refusing to leave until he simply fell asleep, which meant he liked your company.. right?
"Why are you staring at me?" you remembered his sleepy and slightly confused but amused voice from back then, as he slowly opened his eyes fully, smiled and looked back at you, only to blush seconds later when he felt the soft touch of your hand on his cheek.
"Junhong-ah," you almost whispered, in a voice that sent pleasant shivers down his spine, "You're so pretty."
"Way to start off the morning," he chuckled rather nervously, "But thanks. You're not worse yourself..."
A moment of silence followed, in which your eyes were seemingly piercing through him. He was more than simply confused while you were still having all of those flashbacks - all the late night conversations, and the laughs. The talks about the future and his desire to find someone who could warm his heart up whenever he felt like the whole world around him was freezing cold. After all, why couldn't that “someone” be you?
He was about to say something to clear the rising awkwardness when you spoke.
"Junhong-ah, I think I like you."
Too bad he never returned the sentence.
Something made a crashing sound in the kitchen, making you snap out of your flashback-within-a-flashback. Amusement filled your whole body, as well as a tiny feeling of worry on what it was that he could've possibly broken.
"Choi Junhong, I swear, if you broke something, you're gonna pay for it," you called out, chuckling.
"Literally, or will you simply punch me in the gut again?"
"Both if you don't shut up!" you made him chuckle with that, and soon his frame appeared in the hallway again, smiling at you sheepishly.
You still wondered how he gathered enough courage to come back to you back then, as he basically fled from the apartment that morning, saying he had schedules. You remembered being devastated and blaming yourself all day long for probably having lost him forever, but next thing you knew he was back at your door again, apologizing for his sudden departure and asking to hang out.
Acting as if nothing had happened.
"Here, take this and don't abuse me," he sat down next to you, handing you the mug, "And tell me what should I do this time around to bring a smile on your face."
"I don't know, the usual," you took the mug, not noticing how you automatically bowed a little after receiving it, "Embarrass yourself. Act stupid. Just be yourself in your full attire, Mr. Hong."
"Aaaah, how long will you keep reminding me of that!?" he sounded genuinely embarrassed and a little too cute for you not to chuckle at him. This was all it took him - a simple reaction to one of your statements had you already giggling rather loudly.
"Oh, what is it that I hear?" he leaned in, seemingly listening carefully, "Is that laughter?"
It took him only a few more funny expressions and a bit of cuteness overload to get you to not be able to stop laughing.
"And I did it once again," he leaned back on the sofa, looking as satisfied with himself as ever, "Without even putting any effort into it. I guess I'm just that much of a moodlifter."
"Yeah, keep dreaming," you told him, but knew it was somewhat the truth. He was your biggest mood-lifter, even after leaving your heart close to crushed back then. And although you simply wanted to forget everything - him included - you knew you couldn't.
“What is it about dramas that you like so much though?” he suddenly asked out of the blue, looking generally curious.
“I don’t know, to be honest,” you answered, looking at your lap, “Maybe the fact they pretty often have a happy ending, despite any of the displayed issues. And the main heroes, no matter what happens, always fall in love and end up together in the end.”
“But, like, all of that’s so unrealistic!!”
“What do you mean by “unrealistic”!? Watch what you say, or tonight might end fatal for you,” you chuckled, and he did too.
“I mean, who would kiss their girl in that way?? Who would seemingly accidentally stumble and knock her down on the bed, just to make eye contact and suddenly think “yes this is it now all I have to do is to smooch her and she’s mine without doubt or question forever”. Plus, all of the drama beforehand that lead to that moment. Who’d even like that to happen to them in real life!?”
A little while passed, until he heard a silent and ashamed “I wouldn’t mind” in response. Deciding not to question further on, he went to talk about other topics.
He'd said his goodbyes a while ago, and was walking down the street now to get picked up by Youngjae-yours-truly, who happened to be in the area and happened to be just kind enough to get Junhong home. That is - drive him home in exchange for gossip, of course, because he was more than simply curious who that pretty girl Junhong's been hanging out with for quite a while now was.
"Be careful, don't hit your head," Junhong heard him say as he got in, and rolled his eyes immediately.
"Youngjae hyung, are you still salty about genetics not gifting you with tallness?" he answered, making Youngjae chuckle a little as he drove around the corner and out onto the main street.
"Well, at least I can kiss my girlfriend properly without having to seat her down on a piece of furniture or lean a meter lower beforehand."
"What are you implying? That you have a girlfriend?"
"Oh god, you dummy," Youngjae said, running a hand through his hair, "I don't have one - I was speaking only theoretically. But it looks like you’ve had one for quite a while already, and for some reason don’t want to spill anything about it."
He glanced over at Junhong, noticing how his head hung down lower and his face displayed uncertain devastation after those words. Silence hung over them for a solid moment, until Junhong spoke up.
"She's.. She's not my girlfriend."
"Doesn't damn look like it."
"Oh, what do you know, Youngjae hyung!?" he exclaimed in tiny frustration as they stopped at a red light.
"I know that something's wrong here, and you're, judging by your tone at least, about to spill it," Youngjae turned his full attention to Junhong, patiently waiting.
"Youngjae hyung.. How do you.. Ask a girl out that you'd rejected previously?"
That sentence had Youngjae staring in disbelief, and it took for the green light to come on and a car behind theirs to honk at them for him to frantically grab the steering wheel and start driving again.
"How tired are you, Junhong-ah?"
"To be honest, I'm thinking so much right now I'm pretty sure I won't be able to sleep even if I tried."
"In that case, let's go get takeout and just talk for a bit. I'm curious about what you'd done to end up in this type of situation."
This was so untypically Youngjae. Talking issues out instead of laughing at them and leaving. Yet the thought of finally being able to put all of his worries into words seemed quite calming to Junhong, and he gladly joined along to get some gimbap and eat it up in the middle on a nearby parking lot, while leaning against Youngjae's car’s hood.
"Bro, you don't just reject a girl and then hope she'll come crawling back to you once again the next time she sees you. That's quite cocky of you, I thought you were better than this," Youngjae's sentence almost made Junhong spit out his food, but he collected himself and tried to explain as soon and as good as possible.
"No, Youngjae hyung, it's a quite different situation."
"Tell me then," he carelessly said, pulling his phone out of his pocket to answer to a text, "And I promise this will be that one thing I won't use against you."
Junhong considered. Should he spill?
"You know, me and (Y/N) have known each other for a while already, and.. Damn, this is hard. Where should I start?"
"Don't needlessly stretch out the story. Start with the rejection."
"It's been.. About two months at this point already, I think. We fell asleep on the couch while watching movies at her place, and the next morning I woke up just to see her sitting next to me and looking at my face. Her stare was a little different that morning than usual, and without long ceremonies she told me she liked me.”
“And what did you do?”
Junhong scratched the back of his head, looking away in embarrassment, “I panicked and ran away, basically.”
Youngjae let out a tiny chuckle, taking a bite of his food, “Oh God, don’t tell me now that you liked her as well back then, you just panicked from the fact she admitted it before you did, because you were apparently taking things too slow.”
“Well.. Kind of.”
“What an idiot,” Youngjae chuckled yet again, not making Junhong feel any better about his actions. Yes, he was aware he was more than simply stupid for doing what he did. No, he didn’t need to hear it once again.
“Yeah, I suppose it’s easier for you,” Junhong’s tone sounded generally devastated, and for a moment Youngjae thought that maybe he’d gone a bit too far with the remarks.
“You know how to treat a girl right, but I don’t, okay? I’ve never been in an actual relationship before, and when she told me she liked me completely out of the blue, I.. I simply panicked. I’ve wanted to confess for a long time already, but had no courage to do so. And when she did it first, I got somewhat lost.”
“I became scared of screwing it up, and, oh God.. I indeed am dumb.. I simply said I had schedules and I left. I didn’t know if I’d broken her heart with that, or if she simply shrugged it off, but.. I came back the same evening, wanting to tell her how I felt, but.. Once again, she opened the door, and all the words I wanted to say left my head immediately. Poof, they disappeared. I acted as if nothing had happened, and, judging by the way she did the same, it was all back on the same track. I just supposed I’d fucked it up, and she hadn’t been that interested in me to ask once again..”
“Junhong-ah, I will be completely honest with you,” Youngjae said, staring him right in the eyes, “You’re a complete idiot. But since it comes from lack of experience and constant self-doubts and fear, I may even be kind of able to understand you. There’s just one thing.”
“Do you still like her?”
Junhong looked into the distance, considering. You’d been with him through thick and thin, even after all of that. You were the person he kept coming back to, and the one he was able to miss even when you went away only for five minutes, or were further than ten meters away from him. Despite everything, his feelings had really changed, and he didn’t simply like you anymore.
“I don’t like her, Youngjae hyung. I love her.”
“In that case, do something about it. Or I swear I’ll punch you.”
He had to do something, or he wouldn’t manage - that was a fact. It’s been two, almost three months already, and this whole time he was emotionally suffering for nothing.
“What if she doesn’t like me back anymore?”
“Well, you’ll never find out with this attitude of yours. Although, I doubt she doesn’t. If she’s spending so much time on you after all that, she should’ve kept those feelings. Or at least a part of them.”
Falling asleep seemed close to impossible. He’d been acting so stupid this whole time, and after tonight’s events he figured he had to work things out. But how?
“Who would even want for that to happen to them in real life?”
“I wouldn’t mind...”
The words echoed through his head, and his lips curled into a smile. Only now he noticed how this whole absurd situation resembled one of those dramas he called unrealistic, and he chuckled. Maybe they indeed were realer than he’d always thought they were, and he figured the least he could do was to make your wish of living through a drama scenario come to life. He had an idea in mind, and was ready to put it to the test.
“Junhong-ah, what do you mean by “karaoke”?” you chuckled a little as he crashed your place the next evening, a nervous smile plastered on his face.
“I mean karaoke, you dummy,” he earned a playful chest slap by saying that sentence, and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
“I’ve been thinking a lot yesterday, also remembering how we met and started off, among other things.. I figured this would be a nice throwback, you know..”
The idea was great, yet you weren’t ready for the amounts of pain it could cause you. For the amounts of rising memories and feelings. And still, you agreed,because it seemed to make him happy.
He’d gotten one of those cringey karaoke games, alongside with two fake plastic microphones. Laughing and pushing you away with his way too long arm as you cried out in laughter, telling him not to put something as lame and embarrassing as this in your Xbox, he seemed to not care at all for your remarks. The game was set up within minutes, and you decided to spend some time casually talking before doing anything with it.
Yesterday’s flashbacks were still haunting you, and you couldn’t help but feel the need to tell him you weren’t fine. Because you’d figured you wouldn’t be able to move on from him. You wouldn’t be able to lay your eyes on another guy while he was still there, being present in your life a little too much for you to be able to simply learn how to be around him while you still had all of those feelings for him. Yet you were hesitant with telling, because you didn’t really know what you could do. You were at a dead end, with two possibilities left - either stay quiet and suffer every time you saw him, or get rid of his presence in your life completely. And, since you had no desire to do the second one, you figured doing the first was more appropriate.
“Hey, (Y/N)-ah. Sing a song with me.”
“Oh, c’mon! Can’t you sing on your own? My singing voice ain’t that nice,” you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. You didn’t really know if you were quite ready for this.
“Stop lying. You beat me at karaoke back then.”
“That was an accident, I’m certain.”
“But I still like your voice a lot. C’mooooon.. Pretty please? For me,” he leaned in and blinked a few times, making pleading and pouting facial expressions and causing you to chuckle a bit.
“Okay. I’m still pretty sure you only found it to be good because you were tipsy back then, but wish granted. Just make sure I don’t hurt your ears.”
It started off quite awkward at first, but soon you found yourself enjoying it more than you ever thought you would. You had so much fun, constantly battling with him on who would get a higher score. The memories were still nagging at the back of your mind, but you tried to repress them and simply have as much fun as possible with one of the most important people in your life.
“Junhong-ah..” you laughed at some point, making him return a smile, “I’m.. Out of breath.. I can’t anymore..”
“Wow, too bad for you. I’m still feeling all fine and will torture you with my singing now,” he said, and you laughed out loud. Hours of performing on stage had surely benefited him in various ways in life - this being one of them.
After you heard the song choice though, you didn’t know what to do - to laugh or to cry. To cringe would probably be the most appropriate thing to do, because what other reaction did he intend to trigger with using “Hero” as his ultimate song choice?
“Junhong-ah!! Out of every song on this planet, you chose this one!!” you laughed, earning a cheeky grin from him, ”I’m gonna laugh and cringe so hard I’ll die. Is that what you want to achieve!?”
He looked quite satisfied with himself, and seemed not to care in the least about your cringing problems. You laughed yet again, sitting down on the edge of the couch and watching him carefully. He pulled a model pose, and waited for his cue line. It was showtime.
“Would you dance if I asked you to dance?
Would you run and never look back?”
The first few lines had you already laughing with tears brimming in your eyes, as you were unable to take him seriously at all. He was showing his actor’s skill to the fullest, seemingly feeling the music a little too much. His hand movements were all over the place, and his face displayed fake passion as he sang, purposefully hitting only about every third or fourth note right.
It was all fun and games, with him adding in dramatic choreo and sounds like “uuh bebe” and “ohh yess” in between some lines, until the lyrics got a little too lovey-dovey.
“Would you tremble if I touched your lips?” he sang and ran up to you, putting a hand under your chin and tracing your lips with his thumb, almost making you flinch and yank away in surprise and embarrassment. Almost.
“I can be your hero, baby, I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever, You can take my breath away.”
With every lyric, you felt your cheeks getting redder and redder, as he’d decided to serenade you with that song. Of course, you were laughing because of how stupid he looked while doing all of that (and how damn cute he was too), but you were blushing even more than you were laughing.
This wasn’t right. He knew you liked him, right? And since he didn’t return the feeling, why was he making fun of you now, in such a harsh way, on top of that? You felt a whole rollercoaster of emotions as he pulled you up by the arm, and started dancing with you to the song.
“Junhong-ah, I can’t dance either!!” you tried to laugh away your pained embarrassment.
“Just do the same as I do, you’ll be fine if you’re with me,” he instructed in between the lyrics, and pulled you along.
“Oh, I just want to hold you,” he sang as he threw the mic away and wrapped both of his arms around your waist, not giving you time to think as he started spinning both of you around. Your head felt dizzy - not from the movements, but from the way he was acting. Maybe your brain was playing tricks and he was just making fun of you and teasing, but still. He was so close and you couldn’t help but feel the desire for this to end soon enough and turn from the joke that it was into reality.
“Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?” he continued singing, not even bothering to hit notes.
“You have,” you laughed as one of his hands moved up to put a finger on your lips, silencing you.
You barely noticed how the song soon came to an end, and he stopped moving, standing there in the middle of the living room with his arms wrapped around you. All the games were done - he’d stopped making playful kissy faces and had stopped foolishly dancing around. He’d stopped playing around and acting, and was simply looking at you with a genuine stare. It was you, him, and a bunch of uncomfortable silence.
“How was that?” he snapped you out of your trance, his face hovering mere inches above yours, “Did I do good?”
He was smiling, with his eyelids half-closed and his face displaying nothing but happiness and peace. If only he knew what was happening inside of your heart though, as it was ripping apart into pieces. He was fooling around while you were breaking down, and you’d had enough.
“A little too good,” it took you only a second to free yourself from his grip, and he stood in the middle of the living room, looking sad and puzzled as you slowly made your way to the other side of the room, looking away through the windows.
“(Y/N)-ah..” you heard him calling you, and turned to see his stare piercing through you, “Did I do something wrong? Did I offend you?”
“Think about it - how would you feel if someone you’re in love with that had previously rejected you without any explanation, and someone who’d ignored all of your feelings all this time was suddenly acting like this?” you looked at him, trying to hold the rising mixture of sadness and anger back. It had slipped. And there was no possible way back now.
“Would you think it’s funny if they were mocking you like this? Don’t play dumb and don’t tell me you don’t remember what happened that morning. You could’ve told me anything at all, and I would’ve accepted. But you simply left, and acted like nothing ever happened, while it clearly did.”
A moment of silence hung in the air, and as he spoke, his voice sounded unsure, but full of desire to make it all up.
“Now, without any mockery or anything, as that really wasn’t what I was trying to do. Would you kiss me back if I kissed you?”
That sentence made you freeze on spot, and you only noticed how he’d walked up to you when he was only about a meter away. He was hesitant at first, as, even though your answer was quite obvious already, you hadn’t given him a proper reply yet. But when his hands were back around your waist and you were looking up at him with a surprised and curious glance, not flinching away or doing anything among those lines, he knew for sure “no” wasn’t the answer in this case.
He leaned in, still a little unsure. But he wanted to try. He stopped a little right before his lips met yours, and for a moment you thought that this was it. It all had been a joke, and you were about to be left crying and heartbroken. But as his lips finally touched yours, all worries were cleared.
Comfortable silence filled the room, with nothing but tiny, shaky breaths and a few smooching sounds filling the air. God, he thought he’d be awful at this, which was one of his main concerns since he hadn’t kissed that many girls in his lifetime to be considered experienced in this, but you were giving him all the courage he needed to try to come off as if he knew what he was doing. He was taking his time, savoring the taste he’d been wanting to experience for ages, and constantly reminding himself of what a fool he’d been all along. What an idiot he was for making you feel bad this whole time, and almost letting this slip.
“I.. I panicked back then, o-okay?” he smiled at you as you wrapped your arms around his neck to make him a little less nervous about the whole situation, “Like, I know I’m stupid, okay? But I never thought I’d hear if from you first. And when I did I was taken aback. And, well.. Kind of afraid of screwing up.”
“Junhong-ah, It’s so absurd. What are you even?” your chuckle made him feel a little less guilty about the whole situation.
“Failure on two legs.”
“Hey, don’t you dare! Talk bad about yourself one more time and I’ll slap you!!”
“With your steel punch?” this time around, he was indeed making fun of you, but you didn’t quite care anymore. He could make fun of anything right now, and you wouldn’t be able to be mad at him, because it had finally happened. He loved you, and there was no worry and consequence now. Just pure affection.
“And I’m sorry for causing so many bad emotions in between, I really didn’t mean to,” he said, swinging your frames from side to side and looking at you with bright eyes. This was it - the beginning of a new chapter. A chapter that featured him, and one you’d anticipated for ages. He looked at you with dreamy eyes, making your heart race a bit with the sentence he’d planned to use all along - the initial plan he’d thought of the previous day, in case this evening would unfold just like he wanted it to.
“But hey, look at it from the bright side. You wanted it to be just like in the dramas, and if this isn’t the most drama-like scenario there could be, I don’t know what is.”
Title: Cool off
Fandom: BAP
Member: Junhong
Genre/Warning: Smut, kinda fluffy I need some fluff when I write Jun smut cos HES STILL A BBY IN MY EYES lol hes older than me, swearing (shame on you and your potty mouth!), public indecency (horny kids these days) it was meant to be teasing, but I decided Junhong is a good boy for putting up with you so he deserves something more...
Summary/Request: {Request} how about the smut is about him and his s/o on a date and he teases her in public ;)
A/N: Listen to this x cos why not! Okay so view this x but, I also recommend to view this x
Word Count: 2802
It was a relatively hot day and you knew that your comfortable season of layer up layer, thick jumpers and comfortable jeans was over. You face was flushed and your night shirt stuck to your slightly sweaty form due to the heat, so when you went to pick out your clothes you decided that it was only logical to wear something loose fitting and… short.
A cute crop tee that flashed just a little waist and a skater skirt was perfect for the weather ‘and for your date’ you brain added as an afterthought. You decided to bring a cap too.
Once you were ready after having a much needed shower, keys in hand, wallet on your person, earphones firmly placed and phone slotted into your bra strap, you locked the door and made your way to the bus stop.
Even the short walk had managed to make your skin form a thin layer of sweat, your neck and collarbones slightly shining. You fanned your face, feeling hot even in the shade, listening to your music as you waited for the bus.
The bus arrived on time as usual and you chose the seat right at the back, sitting by the window and daydreaming out the window. You barely paid any attention to the stops you passed and let out a yelp when someone’s body crushed you. You were ready to let that foul mouth your mother always told you off for loose, sharp eyes shooting to the person who had the audacity to wrap their arm around your shoulders when you saw the biggest grin on the biggest stupid fluff-ball you’ve ever met in your life.
“Shithead!” You mumbled punching him without much strength in the chest. Of course though, the over dramatic giant baby he was, he had to squeal like a little school girl, attracting the attention of the thankfully few people on the bus. “AH!” He wheezed, holding his chest as he fake gasped for breath. “Oh the pain!” He flung himself back into the seat, his free hand dramatically pressed to his head. You rolled your eyes turning from him and turned up your music.
“Hey.” Poke. You took deep breathes. “Hey.” Poke. “Hey, hey, hey” Poke, poke, poke. ‘I will not commit murder. I will not commit murder. I will not com-’ “CHOI JUNhong I swear to God!” You seethed, lowering your voice to scold the childish boy beside you. “Hey baby.” He grinned adding a cheeky peck to your cheek.
Junhong loved to tease you. It was so much fun to see your cheeks shade an angry red and your brown orbs deepen to the point he could see himself reflected in your lovely eyes. The way your voice would shakily lower when you were in public as to not cause a scene. How your hands clenched to resist slapping his smug smile. He loved it so much.
His arm around you pulled you tighter to him as he rested his head atop of yours, ignoring your complaints of “It’s too hot.” “Don’t you know its like 30 degrees arsehole I’m going to die.” “You feel like a fuckin’ radiator, move!” Of course your complaints eventually ceased, eventually, when the two of you were a stop away from the city centre.
“C’mon baby.” Junhong and all his long limbs stood from his seat, careful not to his head, holding his hand behind him for your to hold onto. You roll your eyes, but took it anyway, feeling a different warmth as his large hand gently held yours.
Outside was surprisingly more stifling that the bus with the shitty air con that did very little to cool anyone. “Wow baby, you look good.” You looked up at Junhong who was taking in the sight of thighs being teased by a short skirt, trailing up to a very grabbable waist, your crop top fitting very nicely over your breasts. He blinked when he reached your face, eye brow arched and hip jutted out in attitude. “Done looking?”Junhong’s arm quickly wraps around you to pull you into him. He stares you down, licking his lips and whispers, “You’re barely wearing anything anyway, but... I really want to rip those clothes off of you.” Your eyes widen. Attitude fading into embarrassment and heat no long from the sun but from blood rushing to give your cheeks and ears a shade of hot red. You pull back quickly, shoving his chest and kicking his shin, “Perv!” You speedily walk around him, pissed that there was no breeze to cool your cheeks and that you felt your nether regions tighten as his words.
Junhong chuckled, tilting his head to check out your arse swaying with your angry steps, your skirt inching a bit too high at times to reveal plump cheeks and ‘fuck no way is she wearing that underwear’. Junhong speedily made his way to you, his long legs allowing him to catch up with you in no time. You said nothing when he fell in step with you, staring straight ahead and hoping your cap shaded your still reddened cheeks. Junhong pouted, thinking you were mad. “baby~” He whined shaking his arms side to side, long limbs looking ridiculous. “Don’t be mad, you know what you do to me.” He pouted and brought out the puppy eyes, bending to get closer to your face. Your eyes widen, hand coming up to quickly push his face away and avoid him, scared he would see your flushed state. “It’s fine.” ‘Fuck, my throat feels dry.’
Junhong gave you a sceptical look. “It doesn’t seem like that to me... You still seem ma-” “ICE CREAM!” You blurt, wanting to avoid this painful conversation. Junhong stares at you, frowning slightly. “I’m hot so.. let’s get ice cream.” You take a hold of his hand, dragging him toward the ice cream parlour. ‘Maybe that will help to cool me down...’
There were quiet a few ice cream parlours in the centre, but you always preferred the ones outside, overlooking the river. You and Junhong entered the centre, relieved at the air conditioning fanning your skin; you still somehow felt hot though. Going up the escalator till you reached the forth floor, you headed toward the outer stores, walking till you reached the ice cream parlour. The inside was busy, no doubt people wanted to escape the heat. but outside had only a few people.
“Hello and welcome to Kee-kreams. We are offering a 5% discount to people who sit outside, we know it’s hot, but we really appreciate your interest in our store.” A cute girl with chubby cheeks recited and you wondered how many times the poor thing had to repeat the line. Junhong told her that’s fine and the two of you followed her out onto the balcony. “Is this seat okay?” She asked leading you over to the far corner, a table by the tall glass to give you a view. You nodded enthusiastically. “Perfect.” “Great! here’s your menu, just press this when you’re ready to order.” You thanked her, taking a seat and looking out into the distance at the sun making the water glisten.
“Shall we get something to share?” You turned to Junhong, having forgot his earlier comment and smile. “Sure!” Junhong had picked something tasty in no time and made the order shortly after. While you both waited, Junhong held your hand from across the table, absentmindedly stroking your knuckles as you both small talked. “Wait? So Himchan kissed Jongup? but he reckons it was an accident?” You say in disbelief. Junhong laughed, nodding his head furiously. “How can you accidentally kiss someone playing blind mice? He reckons he “Fell” on his lips.” You laugh, snorting to reply, “Please, Channie’s thirst for Uppie is too painfully blatant.”
“Orders up!” You both turn your head to the cheerful girl who seated you, hand detaching from Junhong’s as she places your shared dessert on the table. “Hope you enjoy!” You’re already licking your lips; mountains of ice cream, tons of chocolate sauce, wafers and cherries, what more could you want?
You were about to reach for the spoon, but Junhong grabbed both of them before you. He cheesily grinned. “Let me feed you baby!” You roll your eyes, “Really Junhong? Give me the spoon.” You try reaching, but his freakishly long arms pull back behind him. “C’mon shithead! I really want it so gimmeeeeee!” Now you were whining. Like a child. ‘Fucking Choi Junhong you’re rubbing off on me’ You huff. “Fine.”
And that’s how you eat for the next few minutes. Junhong swapping between feeding himself and feeding you. Him, purposely you’re sure, allowing cream to drip down the sides of your lips. “Ah!” You squeak in shock feeling ice cold substance fall to your chest. “Shit baby sorry.” Junhong says, rushing out of his seat to go next to you. Grabbing a tissue he begins to wipe your chest. “Ah,” He says with a concerned frown. “You’re going to be sticky now.” You gasp in absolute shock when Junhong nears his mouth to your chest and licks at the sticky spot, tongue lapping before his lips press to your skin. “Jun! What the fuck” He sits up, blinking innocently. “I think it’s okay now baby.
“Hmm I never knew the ice cream here was so good!” Your eyes squint in suspicion. You’ve both been here enough times and he sound’s way too happy right now. “Have some more.” His actions are so cute, you don’t have time to register the ice cream being swiped on your cheek. His tongue is burning hot against the ice cold treat and you feel yourself tense up. Again, he’s slowed your brain, made you into mush so when he dumps more ice cream - this time on your chin -you don’t have time to reprimand him then either. But, you also can’t help the little whimper that leaves your mouth when you feel how his tongue moves to lap at the cream.
“So good.”He groans when he licks at your neck this time. You look around, some people have left the outside, others having their backs to you give or take a couple of people and you can’t really see your table that well from the inside. Still, if someone saw... “Junhong.” Your voice is shaky; your firm and snarky voice barely stable a you feel Junhong place the cream lower, this time beneath your collarbones. His lips come to your ear. “Don’t think of stopping me baby. I saw those panties,” He giggled. Even in situation’s like these he was so casual about it, like it didn’t affect him, But the way he would rock into your body, you know it affected him. “You’re lucky I didn’t push you onto this table and fuck you baby. I was so tempted too, because I know how much you would scream and beg, God, I know how you would beg even if everyone could hear you. But, fortunately for you, I don’t want to be banned from this place, so we’re going to do this. Okay?” It wasn’t really a question and you didn’t dispute as he got more cream, splaying it over your chest to lap up.
Junhong brought a hand up to roughly squeeze your clothed breast; hastily shoving his hand down your top to expose your breast. You whimpered, eyes looking around. Your cheeks were permanently stained red and you knew there was no chance that you would be able to cool down now. not when his tongue was steadily heating you from the inside out. You hiss when the cream is messily placed on your breast, trailing toward your stiffening nipple. Your knee hits the table when Junhong’s teeth bite your nipple and pull. “Fuck!” You try and shift more into Junhong’s face, feeling so exposed yet so turned on. Junhong sucks on your breast, hard and rough, his spit leaving you glistening.
Junhong is usually patient; maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the delicious, maybe it’s those damn undies he know’s your wearing now, but his patience is gone. He can’t trail down your body anymore, he want’s his treat now. Your thighs are slapped apart and then he’s cupping your pussy, feeling how hot and wet you are. “I want to eat you out so bad baby. With that ice cream messily dripping down your wet pussy. I know you love my tongue too, don’t you baby?” His voice is strained, soft voice fading into a deep and needy tone that has you bucking against his hand.
He rubs you quickly, your panties causing a lovely friction on your clit that has your legs spreading more. “How many time’s have I ruined you in these panties baby?” Your panting by now and can barely focus, your mind on alert, but your body begging for more. “Ruin me again.” You whimper. Your hand reaches for the cream, swiping and then looking Junhong in the eyes as you stick your fingers in your mouth, sucking hard. When you’ve released them from your mouth, you crash your lips to Junhong’s, a messy kiss that has teeth clashing and tongues bringing lewd noises, dribble messing the both of you.
You didn’t realise, but nearly scream in Junhong’s mouth when his hand shoves itself down your panties and find your hole, a finger quickly slipping in. “God, I swear you’re the devil.” Junhong says breathlessly, head in your hair as he works another finger into your wet pussy, clenching desperately around him. “I- umph, I could sa-ay the same...ooo.. about you” Your pussy is embarrassingly wet. Junhong’s fingers squelching in and out of you. Your thighs clamp around his fingers and your hip’s buck as your body is just about to fall on the edge. “Nope.” And the fingers are gone.
“No,” You whine, even stamping your feet. “You can’t fucking, put it back now!” Junhong chuckles, tasting his fingers. “Lift that cute little butt baby.” Confused you do. Junhong shuffles till he’s manoeuvred himself beneath you. “Jun, no we will defin-” “The only way we’re going to be caught is if you can’t get your mouth shut. Hey, baby, eat the ice cream it’s melting.” His fingers dig into your hips when he rolls his crotch up onto your sensitive pussy. “Now.” He growls. With a shaky hand you reach for the spoon, but not before tucking your breast away. The waitress from earlier is showing some more people to tables outside and as you slide the spoon into your mouth, you make eye contact. You can see she’s a tad confused, I mean why would you be sitting on your boyfriend’s lap... But she smiles and turns away, just as Junhong has pulled himself out and is stroking his tip on your wetness.
You stuff more ice cream in your mouth when you feel him dropping you slowly onto him. Your moans are muffled around the quickly melting cream and you feel like crying, frustrated both by him and by the fact that you can’t make a noise. “Wow! So you can keep quiet?” He teases, enjoying the way you shovel ice cream into your mouth. Once you’re settled on his dick, Junhong moves his hips, slow releases of pleasure working your body. You just want him to hurry, on edge that someone will see, but also wanting to finally cum.
Junhong moves your hips a bit more roughly, trying to be discreet in your movements. Your dripping all over him and the noises your pussy makes as it swallows him as him groaning. His hand pushes your lower back till your slightly raised, leaning just enough on the table to look casual. “Just like that baby.” And then your crying around a spoon. His hips pistoned up into you, your arse cheeks rippling with the power of his thrusts. You try swallowing your cries, praying to God that no one can hear you from across the balcony. ‘Oh my God, can anyone from downstairs see you through the glass?’ “C’mon baby,” Junhong groans behind you and fuck, his voice is turning you on, “I can feel your little pussy wants to cum, so cum.” Your body spasms so much, that Junhong has to hold you to keep the attention of others turning to you. Your head lowers, thankful for your cap that can hopefully block the expression on your face as the pleasure slowly dies within you.
Junhong pulls you off of him, settling your dazed self into a seat beside him as he finishes himself off into a napkin. “That’s disgusting.” You weakly say. He grins. “I’d rather cum in your mouth, but I think it would definitely look suspicious if you’re under the table huh baby?
