Hiii hruu?
I was wondering if you can write something about baek-jin too🥺🥺🥺 it can be anything!
Hey,sure. I try my best:)
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Title: “Only If You Want To”
Pairing: Na Baek Jin x Reader
Genre: Fluff, First Love, Slice of Life, Slight Humor
Word Count: ~1800
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You weren’t sure if it was a real date.
When Baek Jin had awkwardly muttered, “Do you want to… hang out? Just us,” you weren’t sure whether it meant a fight, tutoring, or a conversation about one of his complicated plans.
But then he added, “Only if you want to,” and didn’t look you in the eye for five whole seconds.
That’s how you knew.
This wasn’t school. This wasn’t strategy.
This was a boy who didn’t know how to ask you out trying to do exactly that.
You said yes.
He blinked like he hadn’t expected that.
Then he smiled, shy and a little crooked. “Okay. Saturday, then.”
The Date
You found him waiting at the subway exit, dressed casually in a hoodie layered under a gray coat, hair tousled like he’d spent too long debating whether to brush it or leave it. His ears were red. From the cold—or nerves—you weren’t sure.
“Hey,” you greeted.
Baek Jin looked up, and his gaze softened instantly. “You’re here.”
You smiled. “You sound surprised.”
“I just…” he paused, then let out a breath. “I thought maybe you’d change your mind.”
You tilted your head. “Did you want me to?”
He gave you a look. “No.”
You fell into step beside him. He wasn’t touchy—of course not—but you noticed he adjusted his pace to match yours exactly. He kept just enough distance to be polite, just close enough to feel intentional.
The city bustled around you. But for some reason, it felt quiet.
He took you to a tiny, tucked-away café, the kind that didn’t show up on maps but probably had the best coffee in the city. The place was warm, with soft jazz playing and mismatched chairs that made it feel like someone’s living room.
“I come here when I need to think,” he said, almost apologetic.
You smiled. “Then I’m honored.”
He blinked, flustered. “No, I just meant—I trust it. The place. It’s calm.”
You sipped your hot chocolate, watching the way he tapped his thumb nervously against the side of his cup.
“Na Baek Jin,” you said. “Are you nervous?”
He froze. Then let out a tiny, embarrassed laugh. “Is it that obvious?”
“A little.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
Your heart skipped, but you kept your voice light. “The hot chocolate? Or the date?”
“…Both.”
You leaned your elbow on the table. “Well, for a first-timer, you’re doing pretty well.”
He looked at you like he wasn’t sure you were teasing. But when you grinned, he smiled too.
It was the kind of smile he didn’t show often. Small, unguarded. Sincere.
You didn’t expect Na Baek Jin to suggest going to an arcade.
But when he mumbled something about “doing something fun,” and “not just sitting,” you followed.
Turns out, he was terrible at claw machines. And quietly competitive about it.
You watched him fumble on his fifth try to win you a plush shark, and your laughter made his ears turn red again.
“This machine is rigged,” he muttered.
You nudged him. “Want me to try?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You think you can win it?”
You didn’t answer. You just stepped up, inserted the coin, and—with a bit of luck and way too much dramatic flair—snatched the little shark on your first try.
Baek Jin stared at you like you’d just performed witchcraft.
“…I feel betrayed,” he said.
You handed him the shark. “Here. So you can say you got it for me.”
He looked at the plush, then at you, then back again. Slowly, he smiled—wider this time. “Only if you keep it.”
You took it and tucked it under your arm. “Deal.”
Evening had started to settle. The sun dipped low, painting the sky in shades of gold and lavender. You walked side by side, the city quieter now, the air crisp.
You talked about small things—how terrible cafeteria food was, what song had been stuck in your head all week, how he had actually lost his phone once because he left it in a textbook.
“I didn’t expect this,” you said quietly.
Baek Jin glanced at you. “Expect what?”
“You. Being so easy to talk to.”
He looked away, a little embarrassed. “I don’t talk much unless I know it’ll be heard.”
You nudged his shoulder. “You’re being heard.”
He stopped walking. So did you.
He turned to face you fully.
“I know I’m not… great at this,” he said. “Dates. People. I think too much. I overplan things. I get awkward. But I wanted today to be real. Not part of some plan.”
“It was real,” you said.
He hesitated.
Then: “Would you… want to do this again?”
You smiled. “Only if you ask the same way.”
“The same way?”
You mimicked his voice, grinning: “Only if you want to.”
He groaned softly, but his smile didn’t fade. “Alright. I deserve that.”
Then, for the first time, he reached out.
Not to hold your hand, exactly.
Just a quiet brush of his fingers against yours. Testing the water. Waiting.
You laced yours with his.
He didn’t let go.
-Later-
You got a text from him.
[Baek Jin]: Did you get home okay?
You replied:
[You]: Yeah. You?
[Baek Jin]: Me too.
[You]: Thanks for today. It was cute.
There was a pause. Then:
[Baek Jin]: You were cute too.
Your face flushed.
You started typing, paused, deleted. Then finally sent:
[You]: So... is this official now?
[Baek Jin]:
Only if you want it to be.
Hope you like it :)
