Best friend!yoongi Bc I was planning something but this Drabble is kind of a snippet of it so lol
If you looked up the word Saturday in yoongi’s dictionary, you would not be able to find it. On Saturdays, yoongi falls off the face of the Earth and does absolutely nothing but sleep and eat in his room.
It’s a Saturday morning, and you nonchalantly ignore the giant red font “DO NOT DISTURB SIGN” on his door, knowing he is all bark and no bite.
You walk, practically skipping, to the giant pile of blankets on his bed, knowing that the abnormal shape is a certain black haired grump.
“WAKE UP!” You scream and shake the lump of blankets vigorously. However, the only response you get is a grunt and a roll so his back is turned towards you. He is used to loud voices all the time because he is stuck with kim taehyung; this was nothing.
You huff in annoyance. Resorting to plan B, you kneel on his bed and starting poking his sides. He is surprisingly ticklish, so as your pokes become more aggressive, he squirms more and more.
You throw your leg over his hip and straddle him so he can’t go anywhere. You tickle him without mercy and giggle as he tries to fight back.
“Okay, okay! You win!” He surrenders and looks up at you, and he swears to the Lord himself that he stopped breathing. Your hair was cutely curled and your lips were shiny with a new gloss that made your lips look even more lucious than usual.
He wants to say something, anything, but the only thing he can get out is, “why are your lips like that?” Your cheeks turn to the cutest blush and now your lips look even more tempting when you pout in fear of how you look.
“Why? Does it look bad?” You are .5 seconds away from using the sleeve of your white blouse because you just bought this lip gloss and if yoongi said it looks weird then it must–
“No, not at all. I was just saying.” He quickly saves his blunt comment and you let out a small sigh of relief. Your attention now fixated on the reason of why you are here.
“Oh, okay, cool. Well anyways, let’s go out! It’s been so long since I spent time with my best friend! I wanted to go to this new bubble tea place, and of course, I wanted to try it with the most awesome person in the world!” You lean forward with your chin resting on your hands and your elbows on top of his chest; he really hopes you can’t feel his abnormal heart rate in this position.
“What’s the catch?” He goes again, with his bluntness.
“There is no catch! I just wanted–” he raises his eyebrow, “okay fine. It may involve the reason of you having a car, but honest, I wanted to hang with you too because I feel like I never see you.”
And damn it, you do that cute pout again and he is so ready to wipe off your new gloss with his mouth so your lips can stop being so distracting.
“So what do you say?” You prompt him and he has to look away from your convincing look because he knows that if he looked at you any longer, your face alone would convince him to do things he would regret.
“Fine.”
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Yoongi doesn’t like to go out. Correction: he pretend that he doesn’t like to go out. Because you tempt him with that quirk of a smile and how your eyes seem to hold the universe, he can’t help but say yes. And whenever you get a Saturday off, you always spend it with him. Yoongi is not going to lie, but he loves that; it’s as if you specifically reserved Saturdays for him. And sometimes, what he also likes to pretend to do is imagine that these little outings are actually dates, and he is the one and only for you.
“I would like a medium black milktea with boba please!” You say, and the young cash register pushes in your order diligently. He looks between you and Yoongi; his eyes stay on you longer than Yoongi likes.
“I’ll have the same as her.” He says, and the cash register’s gaze stays on you and Yoongi can practically see the heart eyes popping out; Yoongi is familiar with that look because he knows that is what he looks like when he stares at you too.
“Is that it?” The young man asks, and you nod. “Name?” He asks, with a little hope to get some information about you.
“Yoongi.” A voice that isn’t yours answers, and before you can say anything, Yoongi is already handing his credit card over.
“Hey, I thought I was going to pay!” You frustratedly state. Your card was ready in your hand, and Yoongi scoffs; it was cute to see you try and pay.
“Yeah, okay.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, and before you can say anything, you slightly shiver as the bell rings, indicating that someone opened the door and that someone is coming in.
It was dumb of you to only wear your white blouse, but you weren’t going to admit to the cold because you were too stubborn.
“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” Yoongi sheds off his sweater and you shake your head defiantly.
“It’s okay. Mama didn’t raise no pussy.” You hug your arms closer together and Yoongi scoffs.
“I wasn’t going to say this, but it’s because your shirt doesn’t match your outfit that well.” That was the biggest lie he said, because your white blouse looked perfect with that jean skirt and your knee high socks but why did you have to wear that on a windy day?
“Oh, really?” You laugh and your eyes crinkle because you found this situation more funny than embarrassing.
You take the offered hoody and shrug it on, and yoongi hates to be the biggest sap, but now you looked even more perfect with his clothes on and how cozy you looked.
“Order number 23!” The cash register says, and yoongi grabs the two drinks in his hands because he didn’t want your hands to get cold from the iced drinks.
He nods his head towards the door, “let’s go.” And you walk in front of him, and he can’t help but let a smile slip out of his face because he thinks to himself, I am willing to give her my sweater along with the entire world.
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Also, another reason why he gave you his sweater was because Yoongi caught a glimpse of red under your shirt. And it seemed as if Yoongi wasn’t the only one to notice because the cash register kept staring and Yoongi can practically smell the oily teenage hormones emitting off the kid.
You were starting to push his limits, and at this rate, he has no idea what he is going to do.
A/N: I feel like I write better from my phone… anyways I am going to hate myself in the morning because it’s 3:30 am rn and I am going back to school fmrw :’) yoongi is more important to me than sleep rip
Jin:
The red block letters glare at you; the blankets feel like they are suffocating you. You keep reminding yourself that it is two in the morning and you have to sleep, but the more you think about sleep the more you don’t want to sleep. You look to your side with envy and see Jin sleeping without a care in the world. In a sigh of defeat, you get up as silently as you can and make your way to the kitchen. You don’t try to turn on any lights, but rather you head towards the fridge and pull out the pitcher of cold water. Too lazy to grab a cup, you decide to drink straight from it; Jin doesn’t need to know.
“You know I hate it when you do that” a voice behind you snaps the pitcher away from you, and a fit of coughs take over you. He rushes towards you to gently pat your back until your breathing becomes steady agains.
“Sorry.” Your voice is hoarse from choking on the water.
“Couldn’t sleep?” He asks with concern, and you could only nod.
“Yea, I am going to stay up for a bit and then try and sleep again. But you should go back to bed, you need the rest.”
Instead, Jin grabs the water pitcher from your hands and puts it back into the fridge. He pulls out the milk and goes and grabs two mugs.
“Warm milk is better for sleep. Let’s talk about what is keeping you up and then we can go to bed.”
Jin holds your hand for the rest of the night. He draws comforting circles with his thumb and interlaces his fingers with yours to say, I am not going anywhere.
Yoongi:
Nights with yoongi were silent but comfortable. It was your favorite time of the day because you could have yoongi all to yourself. You loved being in each other’s presence and the best part was that you guys didn’t have to say or do anything.
You and him are watching some rerun of this variety show but you guys are only enjoying the white noise of it instead. Your legs are on top of his lap and his cold hands run absently up and down from your knee to your ankle.
The program ends and instinctively you and Yoongi look at each other. A small smile forms on your face as he gently plants a kiss on your knee.
You move your legs from his lap so that each one is on his side. Straddling him, you give lazy kisses to his lips to which he greedily accepts. His hands move down to hold onto your thighs, and just right when he felt a pace being made, he feels you pull away. He slightly groans in disappointment, but you reply with a soft laugh.
“Are you tired?” He asks, but you shake your head.
“No, not really. You must be though.”
“I guess so, do you want to go to bed?”
“No, let’s stay like this for a little while”.
A little while does not last long at all, because yoongi squeezes your sides and you are squirming away from him and you are giggling, “It is too late for this!” you try to push yourself away from him but yoongi grips onto you and anchoring you back on him.
“okay, okay, I promise I won’t do it again.” he pecks your nose to seal the promise. However, min yoongi would not be min yoongi if he didn’t squeeze your sides again.
You push yourself off of him so you are standing up. Mustering your best “I am mad at you, don’t touch me” face, you scowl and point an accusing finger at him. “You can sleep on the couch tonight!”
Hoseok
“One more drink!” you hold up one finger, and pressing it against your warm face.
“I really think you had enough though.” his hands try to pull the can away from you, but you shake your head stubbornly.
“One more! Please?” Hoseok sighs in frustration; how can he say no to the cute red glow in your cheeks?
“Fine!” he surrenders, and he watches you take another swig from your drink. The room felt much warmer than necessary, but you really didn’t care. Late nights were meant for time to feel endless and for you to be careless, especially with your best friend.
“You are so going to hate me for allowing you to drink this much.” He says more to himself, but you still hear him.
“I could never hate you" your voice is gentle, but it feels like a drop kick in his gut.
You flop your body into the floor of the living room and hoseok copies you. With no intention of getting back up, you roll over to your side and put your head in the space between his head and shoulder. He stiffens the slightest bit at your hot breath against his neck, but none the less he pulls you closer to him. The sober you knows that you are playing a dangerous game, treading a dangerous line between friends and more, but drunk you doesn’t give a fuck.
“Let me tell you a secret.” you whisper and lift your head so you could look each other with glazed eyes. “I think I am in love with you… And that scares me.”
He stares at you, looking for the right answer. The logical side of his brain is screaming for him to get a grip, but the buzzed feeling takes control. Without thinking, Hoseok moves his head forward to capture your lips with his.
He loved you. No, he loves you. But did you guys love each other enough to be brave and put a title on it? Only the moon and stars hidden behind the clouds tonight would know.
Namjoon:
You are both on your computer; with you writing your research paper and him thinking of lyrics to his new beat. It was honestly both of your faults that you guys were up this late. It is only natural that you would put off an assignment that is worth 25% your grade for the semester until the very last minute, and for him to compose three songs with lyrics by tomorrow.
You took a sip of your now cold coffee, eyes straining against the electronic screen. Letting out a groan, you look away and turn to look at your boyfriend who is hard at work.
Namjoon’s fingers lightly tap against the wooden kitchen table as he mumbles lyrics to himself. You continue to stare at him until you unexpectedly grab at his hand to wrap your fingers around his.
He jumps out of his own world and withdrawals the bulky headphones from his ears. You are greeted with a tired, but genuine pair of dimples, and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“How much more for you?” He puts both of his hands over yours, indicating that you have his undivided attention.
“Too much, but I’m sure I’ll finish when I’m done with this cup of coffee. How about you?” You grumble.
“Just a little,” he brings your hand to his lips as encouragement, “let’s go to bed soon, okay?”
“Okay.”
However, you end up falling asleep at the kitchen table. Your papers were scattered around you and your laptop had an incomplete conclusion where you stopped writing mid-sentence. Namjoon sighs at the sight and pulls your laptop in front of him. Gathering from what you have so far, Namjoon neatly finishes what you wrote and ties up the loose ends of your restating of the thesis. He closes your laptop before gently shaking you awake so you can sleep properly in the warmth of the bed and his arms.
Jimin:
He missed you, terribly. He knew long distances were hard, but knowing that didn’t make it any easier. During the day, he would be fine, busying himself with activities and friends, but at night is the worst when he had nothing but his thoughts. He hugged the pillow closer to his chest and tried to ignore the empty side of his bed. You felt so far away, and all Jimin wants to do is to reach his hand over and feel your presence.
He picks his phone up and checks the time; you are probably at work right now so he couldn’t call you. With a pout, he sets his phone back down and closes his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep into his schedule.
However, as if some other force had heard his lonely thoughts, his phone’s ringtone breaks the suffocating silence.
“Hello?” Jimin immediately picks up and hears your soft giggle across the line.
“Hi Jimin.” you say softly, knowing that it is late where he is.
“What are you doing? I thought you are working.” He smiles to himself and flips his body over so his stomach is now lying on the pillow he was hugging before; he is the spitting image of a teenage girl who is talking to her boyfriend on the phone (with the eye hearts and all).
“I am, but I am hiding in the closet right now because I need a break.” you sit down on one of the cardboard boxes, “and because I miss you”.
Jimin’s heart slightly breaks at the thought of you in the cramped, dark space just to call him. “I’ll be home soon.” he reassures you and himself.
“I know.” a comfortable silence falls as the two of you say nothing else and just bask in each other’s company even though there is an ocean between you.
“Well, you should sleep now and I should go back to work.” you say, even though you really didn’t want to.
Jimin sighs in disappointment, but he knows that you are right. “Okay, I love you.”
“I love you, sweet dreams.”
You hang up first, and Jimin sets his phone back down and closes his eyes for the last time to sleep. The lonely feeling doesn’t go away; he still feels the empty space on the bed, but this time, you feel closer. Jimin goes to bed with a smile on his face.
Taehyung:
You felt drunk, but not because of alcohol. Okay, maybe it was a little because of it, but there was this other feeling that you couldn’t describe; you just knew that no mixed drink could get you as excited as you are right now. Maybe it’s because of that smile that is dangerously contagious, or the glint in his eyes that tells you to follow him even though it may not be the smartest idea, or even the way his hands fit perfectly with yours.
“Hurry up!” He slightly slurs his words and bumping into your side unintentionally as his fingers are laced between yours. You try your best to keep up with him, but your legs are wobbly from either the third beer or the mischievous boy in front of you: or both.
It was four in the morning, but the two of you didn’t care. All you and Taehyung wanted to do was to have fun. Usually you two would just run away from whatever reality brought you, but tonight, Taehyung had a destination in mind though.
It took either 2 hours or 5 minutes to get there, but before you know it, you are looking at a breathtaking view of the Seoul skyline.
“Wow…” you pull your hand away to which taehyung reluctantly lets go with lingering fingers on yours.
He watched your backside as you stepped forward with open arms and closed eyes. Just watching your serene expression made Taehyung feel a certain security around him. It was at this moment, where the time was both early morning and late night, when Taehyung whispered his sober thoughts to the moon, I am in love.
You turn around to check up on your partner in crime, only to come across his eyes glassy and in a daze; he seemed to be as mesmerized with the view as you.
You reach back to hold his hand and pull him so that he is now standing next to you. You look back at the horizon, and squeeze his hand gently to try and snap him back to reality.
“Have you seen anything more beautiful?” you say, as you watch the lights from the sky and the city mix in a blurry dream.
“Nope.” Taehyung’s eyes never leave you.
Jungkook:
The party was long over, and since Jin hosted, he allowed for people to sleep over if they couldn’t get back home.There were people camped all over the complex; everyone was knocked out and tired from having one drink too many. You and Jungkook were ready to retire for the night, but deep down, you two didn’t want to go to bed just yet.
“Want to split a beer?” He raises a can up, to which you nod and the satisfying hiss is followed by a loud slurp. You two sit at the kitchen’s island and talk about everything ranging from dumb questions like is marvel or dc better? to deeper thoughts like where do you think you will be in 10 years?
“Remember that time when we were in middle school and you had the biggest crush on the math teacher?” you brought up, and he groans in embarrassment.
“I mean, every guy in her class thought she was so pretty. And she was!” he defends himself.
“Yea, but not every guy in her class asked for her number like how you did.” you try to hold in your laughs as Jungkook groans even more. He takes another sip from the can to hide the embarrassment that is now spreading to his ears.
“I told you it was a dare!” he says a bit too loud. You hear another voice coming from the living room, and it is definitely not one you didn’t want to wake.
“Who the fuck is talking?” Yoongi yells back, and you and Jungkook look at each other as if you guys were deer caught in headlights.
“Let’s go.” You whisper and grab Jungkook’s hand to stand up and run away before a pissed off Yoongi kills the both of you in a blink of an eye. Jungkook remembers to take the half finished beer in his free hand as you two run as quickly and quietly as possible and taking asylum in the half bathroom.
You two sit down on the tile floor; his long legs are stretched out and take up most of the space, so you put your legs over his. “Shit, that was close.” you laugh and he shakes his head with a grin on his face.
When your giggles had died down, you looked over to your to ask Jungkook a question, but your words fail you when your eyes meet with his. There is an unreadable expression on his child-like features; it is as if he is contemplating on doing something but is too scared to.
Your mouth opens to say something, anything, but before you two could comprehend what is happening, he grabs your face in both his hands and quickly brings it to his lips as fast as he could.
OMG CAN YOU PLS CONTINUE THE "DON'T LIE" SEUNGRI SCENARIO PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE
I WILL TRY BC A GOOD AMOUNT OF PEOPLE ASKED ME BUT I AM A LAZY FUCK SO LET’S SEE I WANT TO AND I THINK I HAVE SOME ROUGH DRAFTS AND IDEAS SITTING AROUND BUT IDK ANYTHING IM SORRYYYYY
hi, can you please ship me with vixx, winner, bts and block b? i am 5'2, i have kind of long, straight brown hair, green eyes, and i have a curvy build. some people have called me funny before, i'm bubbly, but i get angry really fast. so if you're not annoying me, i'm very chill around you. i can be really perceptive. i'm kind of lazy, too. i like listening to music and just sitting around, doing nothing in general. i can easily make friends.i can be sarcastic. thanks
Please ship me in BTS, VIXX, Block B and Winner. I am 1.65~ tall, I have long, wavy dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, I'm curvy, but not fat. Somewhere between 50-60 kg. I'm funny, sometimes I'm grumpy, I judge people a lot, I'm more of a logical thinking person and I like to think of myself as pretty smart. I'm not modest at all. I like reading, watching tv shows and movies (but not the bad kind). I'm kind of lazy and I don't really like a lot of people. I can be really sarcastic. ~thank you~
lmao the funny thing is that a person sent in an ask asking for a ship like the same time as you and you guys asked for the same exact 4 bands, you guys are both approx more than 5 ft, both have brown hair, and used the word “curvy” you guys both said “ funny, and you both seem to have a thought about others… both described yourselves as lazy and idk i thought it was the same person before but you guyS ARE JUST REALLY SIMILAR LMAO
you and this anon would make good friends lol
BUT IM VERY SORRY TO SAY THAT SHIPS ARE CLOSED I ONLY DID IT B I HIT A MILESTONE BUT I CLOSED THEM MAYBE IF I HIT 500 BUT THAT IS ANOTHER 90 FOLLOWERS OTL IM SORRY THESE ASKS HAS BEEN SITTING HER FOR SO LONG PLEASE FORGIVE ME
A/N: I was thinking of doing kind of like a series for winner where it is, for example, “when he confesses to you”, and write something based off that scenario for winner because I am hella biased so…. Oh yea I decided to keep doing the other bands because when I got a message about my VIXX Leo scenario, I want to write for you guys so I will keep trying but I suck at time management and school started and wow it is passed 1:30 am and I am going to write okay I’m shutting up
You hated the feeling that made you feel empty. Where you feel pain, but it is so much, that it is to the point of numbness.
In your empty run down house, you grab your loudest speakers and turn the volume up to the maximum; but even that wasn’t loud enough for you. You didn’t give a damn if neighbors were going to complain, you lived in a neighborhood filled with old people who can’t hear in the first place.
Lightly placing your hand on the speaker, you felt the music. You feel it seep from your fingertips through your skin and it run through your blood.
Your body starts to move on its own, and soon it flows into a dance. It was at first slow, moving your arms and hands, then your feet follow behind and you let your emotions take control.
The song starts to pound into your head, making your movements harsher. All of your emotions soon turn into a ball of anger, and you make yourself move faster. You gritted your teeth as you felt your body start to tire down, but right now, you were running on pure fury that you didn’t let your body rest.
The music gets immediately cut off, but that didn’t stop you because you didn’t notice. You kept dancing harder and faster, but that empty feeling didn’t go away like it used to. So emerged in your own world, it takes two hands to turn you around to stop you.
You are met with your boyfriend’s eyes looking at you with concern, and when he gently wipes your cheek is when you realized you were crying the whole time.
“Are you okay?” Seunghoon asks you, but you turn your head away from him. Your mind is too tired to comprehend.
He grabs your chin softly and turns it so you face him. “It will be okay.” He says slowly to try and comfort you, but you pushed your body away from him.
“HOW IS IT OKAY?” You scream, but you can’t hear yourself. “IT ISN’T OKAY! IT NEVER WILL BE!” Your voice gets louder and louder with each word but you couldn’t tell.
Your body starts to shake and you can’t support yourself anymore and your knees give out. You sit on the floor, sobbing, but it doesn’t make you feel any better.
You regretted everything, ever since you got in that car to go audition, it was like fate was telling you it wasn’t meant to be. Remembering that the last thing you heard was seunghoon saying “good luck” for nothing. Now that you can’t hear, you feel like you can’t do anything.
Seunghoon slowly walks towards you, and his feet stop in front of you before he sits down with you. “I am just handicap now, why would you want to be with someone who is like a broken toy?” You mumble, waiting for him to stand up and walk out that door and to never return.
Instead, seunghoon lifts your face up and kisses you tenderly for what felt like an eternity. He wipes your tears once again and he gives a smile, not a smile full of pity, a smile that kind of looked broken too.
He gets up and quickly looks through your recycling to find scrap paper and picks a pen sitting on the table. The both of you knew that you are still learning to read lips, and that you need for him to write everything for you because of your disability.
You frown at the word “disability” in your head, and you feel yourself getting angry, until you see seunghoon finished writing something.
“Why would you think you are broken?“ He writes in a scribble.
“Why wouldn’t you think I am broken? You have to write everything you say god damn it!” You feel your rage at yourself start to bubble again.
He starts to write something faster before you could say anything else, “it hurts me for you to think that I would stop loving you because of one accident.”
You look up at him and see that same smile; a sincere smile. In a blur, you grab the collar of his shirt and crash his lips onto yours. Seunghoon stiffens up but quickly reacts by closing his eyes and grabbing the back of your head. You slowly pull back and his eyes take a while to open.
You laugh at his reaction, and he laughs to see you smile in the first time in a long time.
He stands up and holds out his hand, “may I have this dance with you?” He asks, and you accept his hand and stand up. Seunghoon pulls you close and starts with slow steps where your feet copy his.
He kisses your cheek, and leans in close in your ear, “you are perfect just the way you are”.
A/N: this is v short bc i have school and like yea just wanted to write something lmao just watch me update in another 10 months OTL but should I do an angsty ending? So be warned that I might do a part 2 because I love seunghoon and he needs more love bye
A/N: I ALWAYS KNEW HOW TO WRITE IT BUT I AM SO SORRY IT LITERALLY TOOK ME LIKE HALF A YR TO ANSWER PLEASE ENJOY
Your arms ache as you wobble a stack of boxes that felt like that they filled with rocks and are a little above your eye level.
“You can do this, just a couple of more steps.” you quietly cheer yourself on, until you accidentally bumped into what felt like a wall. You are about to curse out loud, until you felt two firm hands on top of yours to help you balance.
“Thank you!” you regain your posture and peep over the boxes until you see the CEO in his very own flesh and bones.
Your eyes widen in dismay as he gives you one of his unreadable silent stares, “I-I am s-so sorry, Mr. Jung.” you stutter the apology and you make a sharp turn around him and to retreat back to your desk.
“Shit, aw shit no oh my god I literally walked into him shit he is so scary.” you mutter under your breath as you try to hide your embarrassed face behind your hands.
Within seconds, a close friend of yours finds your hiding spot and rips your hands away, “________-AH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND CAN YOU PLEASE DO ME THE BEST FAVOR IN THE WORLD?” she screams in your face and before you can even answer, she continues, “I HAVE A FAMILY EMERGENCY AND I NEED FOR YOU TO COVER ME AND JUST BE MR. JUNG’S SECRETARY FOR TODAY.” she begins to squeeze your hands for help.
“ME? UNNIE! I--” you try to protest, but she starts to go on her knees and her pupils shake with anxiety.
“Please, please, please, just this once, I will do whatever later but just for today you have to help me.” She begs and you are so shocked to see someone who is usually so chic look so desperate.
“I-I guess i can do one day.” you reassure, and your friend jumps up and starts kiss you all over the face, where you had to push her away in order for her to stop.
“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I DEFINITELY OWE YOU!” she exclaims as she rushes to grab her purse and coat on the desk next to yours. “Mr. Jung is usually really independent so all you have to do is just grab papers here and there.” she hurries and kisses you on the cheek for one last time, “Thank you so much.” and with that, she disappears in a flash.
You massage your temples, “It can’t be that bad, right?”
Oh how wrong you were, as if your job alone wasn’t enough, doing two jobs at once made you feel as if you aged 20 years.
“Ms. _______, Mr. Jung is calling you.” the woman near by calls out to you in pity. You quickly finish working the copying machine and you slide it into the yellow folder and you dash out to go to the big office that overlooks the rest of the workers.
You gently knock on the door to acknowledge that you are coming in. Slowly opening the door, you slip in the vacant room and walk as fast as you could towards his desk.
“Here are the papers you requested to copy, and” you pull out another yellow folder and slide it next to the previous one, “here are some papers you should look over and sign, oh and,” you pull out another folder and put it in line with the last two, “here are some papers about the other company that requested to collaborate with you.” You present all of the necessary folders but Mr. Jung still doesn’t say a word. Instead, he gives you a good look with his mouth in a straight line.
You start to fidget in awkwardness, as you review in your head on what you could have possible missed. Your palms start to sweat as you think of all the possibilities on how you could have screwed up and the possible scenarios on how he could fire you.
“What happened with your shoe?” He finally speaks up, and you look at him kind of confused.
Glancing down at your black 3 inch pumps, you see how the heel on your left foot snapped. “Oh, it probably broke when I was running around.” you meekly confessed with a shy smile, but the CEO’s mouth turned into a small frown, and you start to panic, “BUT I don’t mind! These shoes were old anyways, I can still do errands!” you reassure, but he doesn’t believe it.
“You are done, you can just work at the desk.” He looks down at the papers and grabs a pen, and you know he is dismissing you right now.
You bite your bottom lip in regret, you felt as if you disappointed him. You bow your head gently, and lightly limp out of the office and towards your desk.
You practically jump into your chair because you feel your legs start to give out on you. “Ah, it hurts.” you let out a little whine as you try to massage your legs and feet.
In defeat, you turn on your computer and decide to do some work there. You soon start to forget about the pain as you immerse yourself into the screen.
You could hear steps approaching, and when you snap out of your trance, it was the one and only Mr. Jung walking calmly walking. You immediately duck your head down to avoid him, and thankfully, he walks past you. You have the guts to look back up, to only see him walk out of the building.
Not minding, you go back to your computer screen. Half of your mind was on the work, but the other half started to think back to Mr. Jung. “That’s strange, wouldn’t he ask his secretary to get something?” you ask yourself, and that is when you felt the biggest slap in the world.
It took a full hour to register what happened, “Shit, fuck, I am such a bad replacement. He can’t trust me that he has to get it himself. Aw fuck, I am going to get fired and I am going to be unemployed and I won’t have any money and I am going to become homeless, shit no, I can’t.” you dig your head in your hands, and your fingers interlace with your hair and you have the need to pull all of it out of your scalp.
You were so into muttering prayers that you never realized that Mr. Jung returned with a mysterious looking bag. In fact, it looks like a shopping bag.
Whispers start to break out, “Where did he go?”, “It is probably for his girlfriend or something.” “Why did he go by himself?” soon, looks start to turn to you, because the only thing they could think is how they probably won’t see you in the office tomorrow.
A man gently taps you on the shoulder to get your attention, “I recommend for you to resign before he fires you.” His eyes look down at you, before he turns around and leaves.
You shake your head in denial, “no, I just, have to work harder.” you furrow your eyebrows in determination to do the best you can do.
Hours pass, and people start to file out to return back to their homes. Your fingers fly across the keyboard and you switch from the mouse to writing with a pen, and this repetition continues until you felt a tap on your shoulder again.
“______-ssi?” a voice surprises you from behind, and you turn your head to only jump back in shock.
“You scared me.” you mumble but Mr. Jung continues to give you the same non readable stare.
“Everyone already left.” He reminds you, and you look around to see all the lights turned off, even Mr. Jung’s isolated office had no lights.
“Oh, I didn’t realize how much time went by already.” You laugh to yourself and rub your neck as the aches start to begin. “I’m going to finish this, so I can lock up if it is okay with you.” you humbly ask, and Mr. Jung just nods and walks off with that same pink, shopping bag he had before.
“Ah, he probably waited for me to leave because he usually likes to leave last.” You sigh again, and you count how many times you really screwed up today.
Your hands go back into routine, switching back and forth between the pen and keyboard. You quickly glance in the bottom right corner and see you only had 10 minutes before the last bus arrives.
“SHIT!” you save everything and throw all of your papers into a pile and into a folder. Grabbing your coat and shutting off everything, you check everything to see if it is locked. You dash down the stairs because you had no patience for the elevator. “GOOD NIGHT!” you yell at the security guard who is checking everything as well.
Pushing the door, you run lopsided as your broken shoe drags you down. In frustration, you grab your two shoes and start to run barefoot towards the bus stop.
Thank god it was late at night because you could only imagine all of the harsh judging stares of seeing a barefoot, crazy looking woman running as if her life depended on it.
Within 50 feet, you can see the bus as it starts to depart. “Wait!” you yell, but no one could hear your cries.
You slow yourself into a stop, as you saw the bus get farther and farther away until it became a small black dot.
With slumped shoulders, you put your shoes back onto your beaten feet, and you make your way to your apartment that is 2 miles away, but for you, that was 2 miles too far.
Within seconds, a sleek black expensive looking car pulled up in front of you. “Need a ride?” Mr. Jung opens the passenger door and your jaw drops in awe.
“H-how, I-I thought,” you look back at him and the building behind you, “I thought, you already left.” you question, but he looks down and lets out a dry cough.
“Well, uh, I, was just pulling out, and saw you running, so I decided, to uh, follow, to make sure you get to the bus stop safely. But like, I mean, I didn’t mean to follow you, it is just, like I saw you running barefoot, so I was just, uh concerned.” Mr. Jung lets out another dry cough, and both of his hands return to the driver’s wheel.
You face palmed yourself for what felt like the millionth time. “I must have looked so crazy, I am so sorry, I swear, I am not usually like that!” you try to defend, but by now, you don’t understand how Mr. Jung is offering you a ride when you are possibly the biggest loser of South Korea right now.
“Well, you need a ride?” Mr. Jung offers again, and your hands shake in decline.
“It is okay! I can walk, I live near by. Like over there.” you point to a general direction, “like it is right around the corner” but you finger only points at a straight road where there are no turns for a good distance.
“With your shoe like that and a for a pretty,” Mr. Jung stumbles over the adjective, and he feels his face turn an abnormal shade of red, “I mean, any young woman to be walking alone in the streets this late at night, that is not very smart.” He pats the leather sewn seat, “Just get in.”
You start to struggle on how to convince him that it is okay, but your whole body objects and instinctively you sit into the seat.
Mr. Jung reaches over and closes the door for you, and at the same time, helps you buckle your seatbelt. “Wh-what--” your face starts to burn, but no sentences could come out of your mouth.
“Sorry, for wasting your time, you should have been home by now.” you fumble with your fingers, but Mr. Jung shrugs and drives along the quiet road.
“You aren’t wasting my time, just tell me where to drop you off.” he turns his head to smile, and you take note that this is the first time you saw him like this.
The ride was silent, with the occasional finger pointing in what direction to go in. What could have taken you an hour, only took you five minutes to get home.
“Thank you so much for the ride.” You are about to open the side door, but Mr. Jung unexpectedly made you stop.
“B-before you go, I wanted to give you something.” Mr. Jung turns around, and the only thing that ran through your head was your last pity paycheck before he fires you.
From the back seat, he pulls out the pink shopping bag that he spent an hour shopping for.
“Here, it is for you. Since I saw your shoe like that, I got you something new.” He puts the shopping bag into your lap, but soon waves of guilt start to drown you.
“I-I can’t accept this. I don’t deserve it.” You pick up the bag and give it back to him, “Give it to your girlfriend, or something, I don’t know!” you hold out the bag, but his hands fold over yours and gently push the bag back towards you.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, so if you try to give it back, I have no use in the shoes.” Mr. Jung gives an embarrassed smile, which is a nice change from his usual cold stare.
If only you knew how he was actually watching you struggle and seeing you still work pulled at his heartstrings. And when you left his office, he saw how much your legs hurt, and that you still tried to work harder even though you were already doing enough made him feel something strange. He had put so much thought in to these shoes, thinking of what size shoe you are and what color would fit you best. In the end, he was clueless and had to ask the store clerk for help.
“I-I can’t thank you enough.” you finally accept the gift, and Mr. Jung feels a little more relieved after he put in so much work on what shoes to buy. “I seriously owe you, I can’t accept this emptily.” You look down at the bag with such admiration that Mr. Jung could literally feel his heart beat faster.
You open the door, and out of the car so you can give a proper ninety degree bow. “Good night. See you on Monday at work.” You turn to open your apartment door, but once again, you get stopped.
“Wait! I mean, can you owe me tomorrow night were I can take you out to dinner?” He boldly asks, holding his breath in anticipation on what you would say.
“Mr. Jung, I-I don’t know, what if--” you scratch the back of your head with insecurity.
“I would like to take you as Jung taekwoon instead.” He gives another one of those smiles where you finally realized that you have been talking to taekwoon this whole time.
ooh same! my summer has been filled with me saying im busy while i look at ikon and big bang imagines bc those two are the only bands im really into for kpop besides like epik high ish and just those two bands are causing anxiety so im like trying not to fall in love with any more bands omg help
lol same
(same with the epik high like omggggg) but yea i am only into YG nowadays so i will most likely only write for YG (bigbang, iKon, and winner) BUT i am more of an innercircle so whoops
Wait, are you on hiatus or no bc it says you're not taking requests and if someone does request something, you won't write them until like 10 months? haha
well i am on a kind of hiatus but I am trying to write more but it really isn’t working… so it is more of a warning. like, if u request something, then I will accept it, but i won’t write it in like 10 months so
I recommend to not request, but if you do, then I will still accept it, but it will take forever sooooOOoOoo
bUT IT IS SUMMER FOR ME RN SO I AM GOING TO TRY AND WRITE AS MUCH AS I CAN :D
IN FACT! IMMA DO THAT VIXX REQUEST TONIGHT (but i have been struggling with winner withdrawl so don’t be surprised/upset if u will see another winner scenario tonight tbh hah)
A/N: wow, this hanbin request is 10 months old lol /cracks knuckles and neck/ I am going to try and write two things tonight, wish me luck...
Your sneakers make the quietest sound on the hard, polished floor. Looking at all the studios, one especially caught your attention when you see a boy with rust colored hair desperately trying getting sleep on the small couch.
You open the heavy glass door as quietly as possible and crouch until you are face level with the sleeping kid who has his eyes peacefully closed.
He mumbles words that kind of got mushed together and you feel like he is trying to say, “five more minutes”.
You frown, because he is forcing himself to have such little sleep. You lightly brush his bangs that are covering his eyes, and gently kiss him on the forehead.
“Get some rest”. you lightly whisper in his ear. You stand up, and ready to leave to get one of his members to bring him to a proper bed so he can sleep like a normal man.
You turn your back, until a hand swiftly grabs your arm. You hold your breath as you turn around, hoping he will go back to sleep.
His eyes blink open, and he rubs the sleep out with his other hand. “______-ah? Is that you?” he asks half-consciously.
“Good morning hanbin.” you say in perfect english, and hanbin immediately gets up and brings you into a death threatening hug.
“_______-ah!” hanbin exclaims, and puts both of his hands on either side of your head and brings you into a kiss.
You laugh, and kiss him back. “Wow, it isn’t like I went to war. I just visited family for a couple of weeks.” You tease, “I heard you had a day off today, but the members said you were here in the studio still.” Your tone becomes serious, but hanbin shrugs because he is used to it.
“I was almost done with a song, I just couldn’t leave it because I didn’t want to forget.” hanbin let’s go of you and sits in one of the black, plush rolling chairs, “here, let me show you” his hands start to shake from the lack of sleep as he tries his best to work around the dials.
You look around at his environment that he cooped himself in; paper cups that once held coffee were littered everywhere, the garbage can was overflowing with paper where useless lyrics were thrown away, clean and dirty clothes were in the corner so he can change before and after practice.
Instinctively, your hand grabs hanbin’s so he can stop what he is trying to do. “It is okay, you can show me another time. Let’s just do something today.”
Hanbin rubs his eyes that were blood shot and had unusually looking dark circles hanging underneath, “okay, what do you want to do? Want to go to the zoo or shopping?” hanbin strained to think of ideas, but you shook your head.
“I have an idea, come with me.” you interlace your fingers with hanbin’s, and drag him to your car.
You slide into the driver seat, and hanbin slides into the passenger’s seat. He looks behind to see two suitcases piled in your backseat.
“I came straight to see you when I got off the plane.” you explain to your boyfriend before he could even ask.
Five minutes in driving, you side glance and see hanbin’s grey hood and his head is leaning against the window as he sleeps again.
You pull in front of your apartment building, and immediately hanbin jolts up and is ready to take on the world with you.
“Why are we here?’ hanbin looks around his surroundings.
You grab your baggage without answering his question, and hanbin quickly jumps out and grabs both suitcases from your hands.
“It is okay, I got it.” you try to reason with hanbin, because you really don’t want him to be carrying your luggage when he is so tired.
“If you don’t give me your stuff now, then I might as well carry you with your stuff.” Hanbin playfully threats, but you know that he is a man of his words.\
You let him have it his way, and you let go of the black handles on both bags.
You fish your key out of your purse and you open the door for your boyfriend who is lugging the two suitcases into your apartment.
“It is a little stuff in here, since it has been a while since I was here.” you scrunch up your nose in disgust as you open up several windows and turn on all the fans you have.
“You can put that over there.” you make a hand motion to a vague corner.
When hanbin puts down your bags, you grab both of his hands and walk backwards, leading him to the next room.
Hanbin smirks and you raise an eyebrow where you gave a grin back.
Your legs hit the bed, and you lay down where hanbin starts to crawl over you.
You grab the blanket and wrap hanbin in it, and it is you on top of him now. You laugh at your victory, and lean down to give a peck on his lips. Your body falls on top of his, and you whisper in his ear, “get some rest”.
You roll over off his body so you are beside hanbin now. Hanbin kicks off the blanket until he is now on top of you, “you are such a tease”. Hanbin begins to attack your face with kisses, and you giggle as he pecks from your forehead to your checks.
His face cautiously starts to move down to your neck, and his pace becomes slower and his kisses become longer.
You push his chest so he could stop, “sleep first.”
Hanbin lightly nods, but continues with you, “five more minutes” he mumbles.
Heeey, just found your blog it's so cute! I really loved your Jinwoo (winner) scenario it was so cute and adorable!!! Can a get a Winner scenario with Jinwoo your g-dragons lil sis and your dating, but g-dragon doesn't know, he finds out when he sees Jinwoo kissing pleease make it really cute and fluffy!!! Thank you sorry if this is long...
Heeeyyyy
/blushes/
I FIND U CUTER ASDFGHJKL
oh my god this is going to take me like 342342 years to write but omf I love the winner feelz tbh so thank you
