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justatiredpotato · 3 years

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Spring Snow (Oneshot)

Summary: Since Jinho enlisted you’ve been counting the days until his discharge. You reminisce about your last day together and can’t help but wonder if things will be the same after nearly two years apart. Will his feelings be the same? What does the future hold for the two of you?

Warnings: None really. I don’t write smut but things get kinda... spicy? Idk man I’ve never even held a guy’s hand xD

Total Words: 4,200~

You sat in the window seat of your small apartment, a cup of coffee cradled in your hands. It was Friday. Nearly two years ago you would’ve been getting dressed up for a date, planning where to take your darling boyfriend or wondering where he was taking you. When Jinho had to enlist in the military he tasked the rest of his bandmates with taking care of you. When they weren’t touring or promoting they made plans each week to take you to dinner or noraebang, or have a movie night. While you loved the boys and appreciated their concern, you still missed Jinho. You thought back to the last date he took you on, the day before he shipped out.

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You half expected him to make reservations at some fancy restaurant, five courses, evening wear and all that. But what he did shouldn’t have surprised you. He showed up at five in the afternoon, two hours before he was supposed to pick you up.

“What are you doing here already?” you asked. You were a little frustrated and very flustered as you pulled a sweatshirt over your thin tank top and twisted your still-damp hair into a messy bun.

“I wanted to catch you before you got all dolled up. Today is a casual date! Just you and me,” Jinho said.

As you stood there in your baggy sweats, messy hair and no makeup, he looked at you like you were all the stars in the sky. It was enough to make you blush and you turned away before he could melt you into a puddle on the floor. He caught your arm and spun you back to face him. You whined in protest but he dropped the bags he was carrying and wrapped his arms around you. He grinned, face an inch from yours.

“You’re so beautiful, Dove,” he said softly against your lips. He pressed his lips to yours, movements slow but passionate. The kiss was unhurried, not looking to escalate to anything else. After a moment your lungs protested and you pulled away for air. Jinho chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to the exposed skin above the collar of your sweatshirt. You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp and he hummed appreciatively.

He straightened to look at you, and you knew he was trying to memorize you. He wanted to be able to picture every freckle, every curve, all the complexities of your expressions. You did the same. You knew that a picture could never capture the closeness, love, and security you felt in that moment, in each other's arms.

“I brought movies and snacks,” he said. He peppered more light kisses over your face in between words. “Today is just for us. We don’t have to go anywhere. I just wanna be with you.” He held you a bit tighter as he said this, and your heart ached. You blinked rapidly, not wanting to ruin your day together by getting all emotional. Not yet. You didn’t have to say goodbye quite yet. You pulled away a little and reached to grab one of the bags he’d dropped.

“What movies did you bring?”

“We’ve got all the Marvel movies. Your pick.”

“You are such a nerd,” you teased, even though you would’ve chosen the same. He knew that, but feigned offence anyway. He grabbed the bags of snacks and chased after you to get his revenge for that comment. You laughed, setting the movies on the coffee table and dancing around your living room furniture to evade him.

“How dare you! I am the coolest!” he cried, dramatically dropping the snacks on an end table.

“Mhm, you’re the coolest ahjussi,” you said, brow raised in challenge.

“Ahjussi?” he said. “Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.” He dodged around the coffee table, and you shrieked before fleeing into the kitchen. You slid in your socks as you rounded the kitchen island.

“Careful, Dove!” he scolded, but he was laughing. You dashed back to the living room. He caught up just as you reached the couch. You squealed as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him. He lifted you slightly off the ground, then flopped you both heavily on to the couch. You giggled breathlessly, still wrapped in his arms. The laughter only intensified when he slid his cold fingers under the hem of your sweatshirt and tickled your sides, the thin fabric of your shirt offering no defense.

“I surrender!” you finally cried, grabbing desperately at his hands.

“You surrender? What for?” he laughed, not letting up.

“You aren't an ahjussi. I’m sorry, oppa,” you hardly got the words out because you were laughing so hard. He relented, hands retreating to just hold you again. His stomach rumbled a little and you glanced at him.

“Snack time?”

“Snack time,” he confirmed with an approving nod.

While he broke into the bag of food, you picked a movie: the first X-Men.

“Good choice!” he said approvingly as the menu screen appeared. You took the remote and then returned to Jinho, who was summoning you with grabby hands and puppy-dog eyes. You sat as close to him as you could get without being in his lap. While that would’ve been nice too, it would’ve interfered with your snack eating ability, so it’d have to wait. You munched happily for a while before setting aside your bag of snacks in favor of leaning into him. The movie was one of your favorites, but you were far more focused on the man beside you. You pressed your face into his chest and he laughed, shifting so you could lay there more comfortably.

It took a lot of willpower to push away the emotions that suddenly hit you. Even though he was right there, you already missed him. Your mind already wandered to later that night, when you’d have to say goodbye. To the time a couple of months from then, when his sweatshirts would no longer carry his comforting scent. A year from then, when a whole twelve months, a whole four seasons would have passed while the two of you lead totally separate lives. Two years would pass before you could hold him like this again.

You pulled yourself from that headspace and tried to refocus. As subtly as you could, you wiped the few tears that managed to escape. Jinho shifted to hold you closer, laying you on top of him. If he noticed you crying he didn’t point it out, but you thought you heard him sniffle. There would be plenty of tears later. For now he wanted to pretend that nothing else existed outside of your cozy apartment.

After the first movie, with the sunlight fading outside your windows, the two of you decided to order takeout: warm rice soup for a chilly winter day. The snow fell in big fluffy flakes outside, muffling sound and making the world seem soft and quiet. You took your time polishing off a big bowl of soup and shared a couple bottles of soju.

By the end of the second movie you were left feeling warm and safe and happy, bundled together under a blanket. You were curled fully in his lap this time, arms wrapped around his neck so you could press soft kisses to it when the impulse struck you. Each time you did he tilted his head to give you better access and rubbed little circles on the small of your back with his thumbs. The closing scene faded to black and the credits started rolling. You glanced at the clock, startled by how late it was already.

“Jinho, don’t you need to go? You’ll miss the last train,” you asked.

“I don’t have to go. I could stay. I mean, if that’s okay with you of course,” he said. His fingers traced your shoulder blades as he gaged your reaction to his words.

“I’d like that.”

He smiled and placed a kiss over your brow. “Dove?”

“Hm?” you hummed, returning to your task of leaving teasing kisses along his neck and jaw.

“I love you.”

You pulled away to look him in the eyes, your own filling with tears. “I love you too,” you said. Your voice trembled, words hardly above a whisper. Then you kissed him passionately, trying to get across all the emotion you couldn’t put into words for fear of crying. Nonetheless, tears spilled down your cheeks. He pulled you to straddle his lap, holding your body tightly against his. His hands traced the curve of your waist and hips. You peeled off your sweatshirt; suddenly the room was very warm. He chuckled, taking the hint and laying bruising kisses along your collar-bone and shoulder. You moaned appreciatively, threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging gently.

“Jinho,” you called breathlessly. He pulled away immediately, not wanting to go further than you were okay with. He looked over your face, gently wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks. “Can we go to bed now?” you asked nervously. His eyes widened a little but he smiled reassuringly.

“You sure?” he asked. He didn’t want to just take advantage of the emotional moment.

“Yeah. Very sure.”

He leaned in and kissed you again, soft and slow. “I love you. So much,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. Then he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

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aaaaaaaaaaand le skip, courtesy of this adorable soft boy right here

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As you sat in your cold, empty apartment you wondered if things would be the same when he returned? Could they be the same? Surely you’d both grown and changed in the time you were apart. Were you even the same people? You kept in touch with letters as much as you could, and he called you every chance he got. But even those phone calls had to be split between you and his family. You understood, of course. You loved him more for the care and attention he gave his family and his friends.

You sighed. Thinking like that wasn’t going to fix anything. You’d made yourself sick the last week or so with those worries. You needed a distraction. Maybe you should take the guys up on that movie night invitation. You stood and put your empty mug in the sink, you could wash it later. You changed into some comfortable jeans, pulled on a coat, and grabbed your keys. You paused as you went to turn the door handle. After a moment’s consideration you went to your room and grabbed one of Jinho’s sweatshirts and put it on under your coat.

Outside, the weather was shockingly cold for spring. There was an icy nip in the air, and the damp chill sank through to your bones. Somehow the cold only intensified the loneliness as you wished your person was there for you, ready to warm you up and keep you safe. You walked faster, hurrying into the train station. The boys’ dorm was only three stops away, so you arrived on their block in less than twenty minutes. You thought about texting them and letting them know you decided to join, only to realize you forgot your phone at your apartment. It probably didn’t matter though. You dropped in unannounced sometimes, and they had planned on you coming anyway.

You stepped out onto the platform, and climbed the stairs to the street. Again a cold gust of wind hit you, stinging your cheeks. Something soft landed lightly on your hair. You looked up at the sky and found the grey clouds were sprinkling snow. You held out your hand to catch one of the fluffy crystals and it quickly melted away in your palm. You’d seen snow all through the winter, and it had occasionally made you think of the day you’d parted with Jinho, but for some reason that day it hit you like a bullet to the heart. You’d spent weeks worrying about how your relationship would be different when he returned and if he would still want you. Now it was so close to his return, but the remaining time seemed to drag on which only allowed your fears to grow. This random snow flurry on a spring afternoon was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You didn’t even realize you’d started crying until you drew a gasping breath that became a sob. The freezing air burned your lungs, but once you started you couldn’t stop. Passersby gave you looks that ranged from judgemental to concerned. You put your head in your hands and tried to pull yourself together. One girl, walking with her boyfriend, even stopped to ask if you were okay. You managed a shaky smile and thanked her before hurrying on your way.

By the time you reached the door of the guys’ apartment complex you’d managed to pull yourself together a bit. You drew the occasional hiccuping breath, but the tears had stopped falling. You wiped at your face with the soft sleeves of your sweatshirt before punching in the code to enter the building. The elevator ride to their floor was awkward, the ahjumma that got on with you kept flashing you worried looks and you were glad that you arrived at your floor before she asked you anything.

You stood in front of the apartment door and took a steadying breath. Then you checked your face in the reflective metal trim of the door. The weather was a good enough excuse for your red cheeks and nose, and your eyes hadn’t gone too puffy. As long as your voice didn’t break the guys shouldn’t notice anything was wrong. You ran a hand through your hair to smooth the tangles from the wind, then rang the bell.

“Dove?” came Yuto’s voice from the intercom. He sounded surprised. “You’re here!”

“Yeah. Does the movie night invitation still stand?” you asked.

“Of course!” he assured you. “Dove’s here,” he called to the other guys. You could hear some kind of commotion happening in the background.

“Is this not a good time? I can leave if something’s come up. I should’ve called but I left my phone at home.”

“What? No! It’s fine,” Hwitaek said. There was a pause before you heard the click and cheerful chime as the door opened. “We were trying to call you so we could talk you into coming. I was actually going to come check on you since you weren’t picking up.”

“Sorry I worried you. That’s sweet,” you said. You took off your wet shoes and shrugged off your coat. Yuto took it and hung it on a hook by the door.

“We’re glad you came,” Yuto said. He smiled awkwardly and looked at Hwitaek, as if he couldn't think of something else to say. They seemed nervous for some reason.

“Dove!” Wooseok poked his head into the hall from the living room. He grinned and waved at you, obviously excited. You laughed at the enthusiasm.

“Hey Wooseok, how’s it going?” You walked down the hall and greeted him with a high-five.

“Awesome!” he said, eyes sparkling with a bit of mischief as Yuto and Hwitaek joined you in the living room. The rest of the guys were sprawled out across the couch, most of them bundled up to fight against the chill with various combinations of hoodies and enormous blankets. One of them had brought out a comforter and had it wrapped tightly around him so only his nose was visible. You did a double take back to him as you scanned over the room.

The boy wrapped the blanket tighter and you looked over the room, doing a mental headcount. Hwitaek, Yuto, and Wooseok stood next to you, Wooseok still smirking. Hongseok and Yanan were crammed into the corner of the sectional under a blanket where they’d been looking over Yeoone’s shoulder at something on his phone. Now they looked up to watch you.

“Glad you could make it,” Kino greeted you from his spot on the floor. Shinwon leaned toward him to whisper something in his ear and they both laughed. Finally, your eyes fell on the figure bundled in the comforter again. You frowned, not yet understanding. There was one extra person.

“Did Hyojong come by?” you asked no one in particular. This caused several of them to laugh again. Your eyes widened and you caught a familiar pair of warm brown eyes looking at you from the bundle of fabric.

“Jinho?” you said. Your voice was hardly more than a whisper but the blinding smiles on the guys faces told you they’d heard. The comforter shrouded figure stood and unwrapped himself, setting it aside. “Jinho,” you said again. This time your voice was thick with tears as your hands came to your face.

“Surprise.” He stepped forward to hold you but you were already there, wrapping your arms around his slim waist and pulling him close. In your hurry to hold him you knocked him off balance, forcing him to sit heavily on the couch and dragging you with him. Your knees bumped the frame of the couch as you fell but you didn’t care.

“Woah, are you okay, babe?” he asked, but you couldn’t spare the breath to speak. He lifted you slightly so he could pull you into his lap. He pressed kisses into your hair as you cried against his shirt. He hadn’t even changed out of his fatigues yet. “Hey, it’s okay. Are you okay?” he tried to soothe you but was also clearly a little worried.

“How?” you managed to gasp out, words muffled by his shirt.

“I got discharged a bit early. I wanted to surprise you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I’d say you succeeded.”

He laughed with you but you heard his voice break. “God I missed you so much.” You felt a tear fall from his cheek to land in your hair, still damp from the snow. He squeezed you tighter and tucked his face to your neck. The room was quiet except for your quiet crying and Jinho’s attempts to take steady breaths. You heard a sniffle from the other side of the room and decided it was probably Hwitaek. After a moment Jinho pulled away and cupped your face in his palm, still holding you tightly to him with one hand around your waist.

“I love you,” he said shakily, forehead resting on yours.

“I love you too,” you answered immediately. Fresh tears fell down your cheeks but you didn’t care. And then, to your surprise, he kissed you. He wasn’t really one for that kind of PDA, particularly around the guys. Usually the furthest he’d go with others around was holding your hand, or an arm around your shoulders or waist. Your time apart had effectively dissolved any restraint he had though because he kissed you like he meant it. It wasn’t a pretty kiss, it was urgent, expressing all the need he’d felt and all the love he’d been waiting to give you over the last two years.

“Hey, keep it PG you guys. There are kids here,” Hui scolded as the boys cheered or booed, you couldn’t tell and honestly you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Jinho ignored the younger men, only pulling away when you were thoroughly breathless, cheeks dusted a bright pink. His eyes were still locked with yours and his tongue darted out to taste your lower lip. You blushed even brighter and turned away, suddenly aware that you had an audience.

“Alright, alright, save some for later. Jeez,” Shinwon teased, trying to play off the awkwardness of the moment.

You laughed, embarrassed. “Sorry.”

Jinho, however, was not sorry. He stood, placing you on your feet and pulling you out into the hallway.

“Jinho, wha-” you started, but before you could finish his mouth was on yours again. He pressed you against the wall, body flush with yours. Your hands grasped at his chest and shoulders. You noted the muscle he’d put on while in the military and your mind wandered, hoping you’d get a better look at him later. His hands wandered over your body, reacquainting himself with your curves. When his hands brushed over your stomach you caught his hands, embarrassed at the extra weight you’d put on in his absence.

“The gym wasn’t fun without you,” you explained as he kissed along your jaw. He persistently pushed your hands away, this time his fingers found the hem his hoodie you were wearing and slipped underneath to smooth over your bare skin.

“You're perfect,” he said. His words were muffled as his lips still pressed to your skin, but they still sent a flush of heat through you. He straightened to reconnect his lips with yours, running his tongue along the seam of your lips. You parted them slightly, happy to let him take the lead. His hands slid down to your hips, enjoying how soft you felt in his grasp. After several minutes--or possibly several hours, you’d lost all sense of time by that point--Hwitaek hollered at the two of you from the living room.

“Hey, perverts! Either take it to your bedroom or come have dinner with us civilized folk.” That earned a wave of laughter and several hoots and hollers from the other boys who had been pretending not to listen in the next room.

Jinho finally pulled away, laughing and stealing tiny kisses as he spoke. “I hate to do this, but I’m starving. I’d just barely walked in the door when you showed up.”

You smiled, bumping his nose with yours and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Let’s go eat. We have all the time in the world now.” You turned to rejoin the boys in the living room, but he caught your wrist as you entered the doorway.

“Dove, wait. I want us to have all the time in the world. I never want to be apart from you again. Every morning, you’re the first thing I want to see, and I want to sleep with you safe in my arms every night.”

You smiled softly, giddy with the happiness of having him back and not fully processing what he was saying. “Me too,” you answered. He blinked, not expecting your calm response. He realized you weren’t getting the idea, so he cleared his throat and got down on one knee. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your chest.

“What I’m trying to say, Dove, is I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He pulled a small box out of his pocket and the pieces finally clicked into place in your head. “So, will you marry me?”

Your mind short circuited and you found you couldn’t speak. Instead, you did the next best thing: you started sobbing. Jinho’s eyes went wide and he quickly stood and wrapped you in his arms.

“Babe? What’s wrong? If you aren’t ready that’s fine. We can wait-” he started, alarmed by your reaction.

You pushed away from him to look him in the eye. “No! I- Yes! I want to marry you. I really really want to marry you!” His worry disappeared and his smile warmed you like sunshine itself. He slid the ring onto your finger and held you close again. The guys cheered and clapped around you. Hui was recording it on his phone, looking a little misty-eyed.

“You scared me for a second there,” Jinho said. He ran a thumb gently over your jaw and kissed your forehead. “I would wait as long as you need me too, but I wasn’t sure how I’d survive much longer without you being mine.”

“Jinho, I already am yours.”

“And I’m yours. But honestly, I think I have been since the day I met you.”

Once you calmed down Jinho released you to accept high-fives and hugs from the guys. They all observed appreciatively when you showed off the ring, even though you knew they probably didn’t know an engagement ring from a ring pop. You all settled on the couch and ate pizza, which had almost gone cold. Shinwon busted out some champagne and movie night ended up being semi-drunken noraebang instead. It was an amazing night and you loved the boys for celebrating with you, but you were getting desperate to have some time alone with your new fiance. He seemed to feel the same if his wandering hands and persistent kisses were anything to go by. Neither you or Jinho had drunk half of what the boys did, so as the last of the guys were passing out you turned to him.

You had to wave Jinho away from your neck, where he’d set up shop, and speak up to be heard over the tragically messy ballad Hui and Kino was determinedly singing. “Do you wanna stay at my place tonight? I’m about ready to head out,” you said.

“Oh god, yes. Let’s get out of here.” He punctuated his statement with an enthusiastic kiss and pulled you to your feet. The last boys standing jeered childishly as Jinho led you out of the apartment and called a cab, but you ignored them. Jinho held your hand as the two of you exited the building and stepped out into the still lightly falling snow.

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A/N: Thanks to everyone who is following/reading this. I know most of you followed for BTS content but I just adore Pentagon and they deserve so much love!! I have a Jimin fic in the works, as well as a couple more oneshot/series ideas for Pentagon and MONSTA X. Please comment if any of those interest you, it really helps me stay motivated to write. Thanks! <3

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rkwon · 4 years

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DE:CODE IS LIVE: HAPPY MILO DAY! 🎉 JULY 17TH, 2020 • 43 MINUTES

he isn’t sure what’s worse — the nagging guilt and greed that both a fanmeeting and a vlive for a forgettable recently-debuted idol is far too much, or the small yet persistent voice in the back of his head that tells him no one will show up, that anyone who does is just waiting for him to do something stupid. the little live icon mocks him as he shuffles in his seat, leans in closer to see the details of the livestream. the viewer count jumps from zero, to a hundred and beyond, but what he’s most concerned about is the speed the comments move and how small they are. he retreats, resting his back straight against the back of the chair and pulling the sleeves of his jumper down over his palms before he waves.

“hello,” he greets, quiet and shy. his cheeks are a soft pink and it’s likely the tips of his ears are, too, though conveniently hidden by his overgrowing, curled hair. “I’m de:code’s milo. ah, force of habit. my name is in the live title, right?” his laugh is airy. “it’s my birthday today.” he continues, letting the any and every thought that comes to mind roll off his tongue. “thank you for all the well wishes! I saw some of the comments on social media— well, I saw lots of cake emojis. this is the first year I haven’t gotten to eat mum’s cake on my birthday. ming— magnus’ mum always bakes each of us a cake on our birthdays, but I was so busy today that I couldn’t go home.” he sits forward once more to read what he can of the fast-paced comments. “oh! don’t worry, don’t worry. we’re going home over the weekend to see his parents, so we’ll have cake then! I’ll bring slices home to the dorms for all the members.”

he pauses to read again, clearly struggling even when he moves closer. he’s long-sighted, but the font is so small that it’s hard to see regardless. “did the members get me anything?” he reads with a tilt of the head. growing up, won rarely received presents on his birthdays. sometimes he’d get a little cash from his parents, or a hand-me-down, until he met mingyu and thus began the traditions of spending as much of the day with the kims as possible. though he still doesn’t think too much of material gifts, he cherishes the thought each of them have always put into choosing something for him — either for its sentimental value, love and effort put into creating them, or relevancy to his interests. he chuckles to himself as he remembers the time mingyu bought him two bottles of coca-cola knowing he had been craving it but unable to afford any. “so far, a.c’s gift is top of the ranking. when I woke up for practice this morning, he gave me the biggest hug before I could even make it to the bathroom to start getting ready. I think it’s going to be tough to beat cute cuddles from our youngest.” he teases, concentrating so hard on reading once again that his phone vibrating on the table just out of frame startles him.

he glances down to check, unable to hold back a grin. his eyes trail back to the camera, lips pursed, then to his phone as he picks it up. “magnus just texted me. he’s watching from the dorms; everyone say hi!” he waves. “he’s nagging me. he’s telling me to put my glasses on, but I don’t have them with me...” a pout tugs at his bottom lip. “I’m long-sighted!” he answers when he spots the question before it scrolls off screen. “ah, he text again. he asked me where they are. ah... I think I left them on the bedside table. it’s fine, though! I can manage; I can see! I always take them off to sleep so they don’t get broken— but then I forgot to pick them up before I left earlier. this is my tmi for the day.” he laughs, leaning forward again. a few notes about wanting something more interesting for his tmi catching his eye. honestly, he isn’t really sure what constitutes a tmi in the first place — he’d just heard it around on other idols’ vlives and broadcasts. still reading, he hums to the beat of another buzz of his phone. “ah, he’s good to me. magnus is coming to deliver them!” he sucks in a deep breath, resting his chin against the palm of his hand, his elbow propped on the table.

“oppa, why do you look so good? hyung, what should i eat to look like you?” he reads, chuckling loudly until his nose starts to crinkle. “cheetos.” he answers simply, still eyeing the comments. “they’re my favourite snack. I would always try to save up my allowance and treat myself to a bag when I could.” more messages flood in about which flavours, about other snacks he enjoys and what his favourite food is, but won catches one about his voice that makes his cheeks flush so bright that he instinctively leans back in the hopes that it becomes less noticeable. “to the person who said they loved my voice and that it was one of their favourites, thank you! that’s an honour... just in de:code, we have so many talented vocalists. I’m happy that you enjoy my singing. or is it my talking voice?” he all but giggles. “I’ve been told since my early teens that I have a really deep voice. I might get in trouble with him for telling you this but I always thought it was just in comparison to mingyu — his voice dropped after mine even though he’s a little older. I thought my voice can’t be that deep, but it really was all that time.” he hums, noticing a surprised question. “mhmm! I used to be taller, but now mingyu has a few centimetres on me. a lot of the de:code members are either very tall or very short. even though I’m tall, almost everyone around me my whole life has been taller than me. mingyu’s step dad is taller than me, too. I’m not tall enough! I want a couple more centimetres but I think it’s too late for me now...” he pouts once more, but it doesn’t last long. “did it hurt when you fell from the sky? did it hurt when you did?” his counter is embarrassing but he’d have had that same red tint to his cheeks either way so why not?

i entered for the chance to come to your birthday fanmeeting but i didn't get chosen ): but i am glad you are doing a vlive and that i can still see you on your birthday. i hope that you've had a very enjoyable day, milo, i love you 😭 happy birthday!!

“ah, that comment disappeared before I could read it out loud, but I saw it! thank you! I’m sorry there wasn’t a chance for you to come to the fanmeeting; I’m glad I could do a vlive for anyone who couldn’t make it. I was really surprised, actually. I was... kind of worried no one would come.” he laughs now, but he almost hadn’t slept last night stressing about it. perhaps it still hasn’t quite sunk in yet that he’s really an idol — in one of the top five companies, no less. “you can thank magnus when he gets here for persuading me to do both the fanmeeting and this vlive. I really wanted to do the vlive especially, but I was worried I wouldn’t be very entertaining. are you having fun?” his grin is probably a little too hopeful, but his viewers at least humour him. “you are? that’s a relief. but... should we listen to the music? what songs are everyone listening to lately? I’ve been listening to ‘love is the way’ by red velvet a lot.” he begins to sing a little as he scrolls through the music player on his phone, periodically glancing back up to catch a few comments.

however, he squeaks when the door to the practice room clicks open suddenly.

“ah, my knight in shining armour!” he’s all sparkling eyes and wide grins as he looks at mingyu off camera, arms raising to grabby hands at the glasses case in his boyfriend’s hands. “my glasses! oh, how I’ve missed you.” it takes an embarrassing amount of force to prize open the case as mingyu busies himself taking off his jacket. he pushes the frame up his nose, blinks a few times to adjust to the change. “that’s so much better. gyu, come sit with me.” he pats the chair beside him he’d saved just in case anyone popped in. he suspects seonho will bounce in later ( literally ), though he had hoped mingyu would come to lend him a hand soon after he started, too. said jacket is draped over the back of won’s chair, though he doesn’t realise until he feels the weight of the fabric brush his arms. he barely has chance to turn around before mingyu’s arms hang around his shoulders, pulling him back towards his chest. they sway, left to right to left to right, to the rhythm of mingyu’s gentle “happy birthday to you”, won’s grin growing to crinkle not only the bridge of his nose but the corners of his eyes, too. he’s still in a daze when he gets a birthday kiss to the cheek, mingyu finally taking his seat.

“hello!”

dumbly, won replies, “hi,” then realises, “oh, you weren’t talking to me— that’s embarrassing. a-anyway, what were we talking about? oh! songs. what songs you’re listening to lately. what have you been listening to, gyu? ah, I don’t think all of you have been listening to gorilla twenty-four-seven. you can tell us the truth, you know, we won’t tell anyone! it’ll be our little secret. shh.” once mingyu’s settled, he answers.

"if you have been listening to gorilla twenty-four-seven, though, I would like to personally thank you... but also encourage you to take a break to listen to to you 2020 by teen top and o sole mio by per_se." won hums in agreement, turning back to the comments.

“someone else just said o sole mio, too.” he tries to point it out, but the message is long gone before he can even raise a finger. “you guys are so fast... there’s so many of you here.” there’s wonder in his voice, disbelief at the numbers displayed in the top left. are that many people really watching him sit around? and sending him that many hearts? he almost feels like crying. “I’m really bad with technology.” he admits, trying unsuccessfully to scroll back to some older messages before mingyu gently nudges his hand aside to take over. “our manager had to set up the live for me. he asked me what emojis I wanted in the title and I didn’t even know what to answer. I only know like, five emojis, and the cake one just makes me hungry.” he hums, patting his stomach once, then again for good measure. “what I mean is if I don’t see your comment, it’s probably a combination of bad eyesight and the speed the little feed moves, please don’t feel disheartened! keep sending it if I haven’t answered! w-wait, will they get banned for that? is it spam? word it differently each time!” he advises, though truthfully, he has no idea how it works.

eventually, he spots one he feels he has to address, even if he isn’t too sure how best to answer it. “do I have any tips for someone that wants to be an idol...” he reads. “I know it probably feels a little like a boring answer and a given, but hard work absolutely pays off. also, if you don’t pass an audition, it does not mean you didn’t work hard or aren’t talented; there’s so much more to it than that. the casting agents might be looking for something specific for a group already planned out, for example.” for a moment, he pauses, purses his lips as he tries to piece together the words he’s looking for. “I think you should always be yourself and make yourself proud. your time will come; the agent or company that sees your worth and potential is the one you want to work with, anyway, right? practice as much as you can, but practice healthily and enjoy it. if you’re not having fun, take a break. it’s important to pace yourself and be good to yourself. there were times before I went on the mgas where I didn’t dance for weeks because I wasn’t in the right head space, but when I came back to it, I wanted to put more into it because I enjoyed it again and missed it. don’t build a bad relationship with performing. do it because you love it. a-ah, I think I got a little off topic there. do you have anything to add, gyu?” he smiles at his boyfriend as he begins to speak.

“hm? oh... yeah! don't give up. I know that's probably irritating to hear after a while of trying as hard as you can, but I know how easy it can be to get disheartened. if it's really what you want, you can take a break if it'll help, but get back up and keep fighting for it. sometimes, doubt will make you think that it's pointless and that you should settle for something more ‘realistic’, and other people might urge you to, too, but don't listen to any of that. if you know in your heart that you can do it and it's truly what you want, don't let anyone or anything beat that dream out of you. you can do it!”

for a little while, they continue to answer questions he spots in the comments — ones they realistically can answer, anyway. too many people are asking about a comeback or upcoming plans and he’s almost certain they aren’t allowed to even hint at anything or face their company’s wrath. between telling everyone for the tenth time that he rooms with seonho and mingyu, his curiosity gets the better of him as he eyes the bag mingyu brought with him.

“what else did you bring?” subtlety hasn’t really ever been his forte. “you brought a whole bag with you just for my glasses?” his voice has dropped to a mumble, but it’s likely viewers can still hear him. the stream is the furthest from his mind as mingyu smiles and reaches for said bag, dragging it closer and as his hand delves inside, won’s neck cranes to see.

“stop trying to peek, it's supposed to be a surprise!” won huffs as mingyu laughs fondly. “I brought you a birthday snack, too, in case you were hungry. you're welcome.”

he should be embarrassed by the gasp that parts his lips but at the sight of cheetos ( and other snacks, but cheetos! ), his image is long forgotten. “ah, kim mingyu... once again my knight in shining armour.” he teases, fingers itching to tear open the top of the packet. “I haven’t had cheetos in a long time even though they’re my favourite.” he tells the camera. “I know earlier I said that to look like me you have to eat cheetos and that’s true, but I don’t know if any of you watched us on the mgas in season four but... I was very small. my height hasn’t changed; I’ve long since stopped growing.” he pouts shortly. “but I was very thin. I started working out with mingyu when we signed to royal and eventually some of the other trainees when I got more confident. these days I could bench press mingyu! I’m telling you! I had to stop eating cheetos, though, so you have to let me know if it was worth it; do I look good?” briefly, and embarrassingly, he flexes one arm, losing what little cool he had at mingyu’s over-dramatic ‘woah!’ and amused chuckle. “a-ah, n-no, don’t ask me to prove it. you just have to trust me!” he giggles, finally popping the first cheese puff into his mouth.

“I want to play a game, but I don’t know what we can play with everyone. someone suggested we watch videos of ourselves on youtube, but I don’t think I’m quite used to seeing my own face in public yet.” his laugh is gentle and his cheeks pink. “maybe next time. leave suggestions in the comments and we’ll prepare something next ti—”

his squeak gets caught in his throat when the door flies open, mingyu’s hand patting his back to help him catch his breath again. seonho’s bouncing over in all his glory, a shit-eating grin on his cute face. his arms wrap around his shoulders as mingyu’s had not too long ago and won can’t help but smile. “another very special guest.” the comments explode, ‘maknae on top’ filling the screen and won’s nose wrinkles in another laugh. he pulls mingyu’s chair closer and nudges his boyfriend to the side so that the three of them can fit across two seats, seonho settling in beside him to respond to comments with them. periodically, he offers the two cheetos, watching secretly with a hungry stomach as their hands dip into the bag.

he doesn’t realise quite how long they’ve been live until someone says they have to go to bed to get up early in the morning. his eyes widen at the forty minute timer on the display and with a small content sigh, he turns to each of the boys beside him. “I think it’s about time we rounded this live off, right? it’s getting late and everyone should be getting plenty of rest.” with waves and a chorus of ‘bye!’s and ‘sleep well!’s, mingyu and seonho are out of frame for won to say his final goodbye for the night.

he clears his throat, leaning in a little closer and adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “everyone, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming to spend my birthday with me, whether you came for five or forty minutes.” his smile is gentler than it has been the entire stream, his teeth just starting to show. honestly, he never believed today would go so well and he’s relieved that mingyu was able to persuade him to do it at all. he had been stubborn, stuck in his insecurities and worries, but he felt good now — like floating on a cloud high above the sky on a fair, lightly breezy day. “I’m so grateful for every second we spent together. I’ve had some really strange birthdays over the years,” he chuckles, “but this is definitely one I’ll never forget. it’s been an incredibly happy day; I hope you’ve all had just as wonderful of a time whatever it is you’ve been doing. plus, it’s friday! the weekend starts now, huh?” he purses his lips, then hums. “make sure to get lots of rest and stay healthy so we can keep meeting like this, okay? thank you again. goodnight, everyone! thank you for all the birthday wishes! bye bye!” he waves and waves for a good thirty seconds as the comments roll in to say goodnight in return. “a-ah, guys— how do I end it?” with a pair of laughs off camera, the live cuts off.

#tw: weight talk #vlive:de:code #wn.vlive #wn.royal #wn.dcd #wn.sched #wn.solo #( i have too many tags )#rkmg #rkseonho #( thank you for sending in questions!!! )#( the 'edit' is won when mingyu arrived and then again when he gave him cheetos LMAO )#( wc; 3268 )#( Finally done wow this is a Long One )

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kttendrama · 6 years

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Bts @ the skating rink au

OK - so a lot of beautiful people have inspired me to write more because their writing is so AMAZING (seriously check out @joy-bangtan @narika-a @thedarkbathtub )

And this is a little Drabble that I wrote in my head and then kinda put on a page and now I guess I'm posting haha! So just... be nice, this is my first time writing fic and I am nervvouuusss :D

BTS @ the ice skating rink au

Namjoon is the most prepared team dad anyone's ever seen. Before they even get in the front door he's organising that each of the boys get the proper sized skates. (Jimin, I don't care if you want the sparkly pink skates but they have to actually fit. No, J-Hope, you can't wear a penguin costume onto the ice. Jin, stop admiring yourself in the glass - yes, I know you look handsome in your new skates but can you help Yoongi over to the gate? V! Stop taunting Yoongi. He can't help it if he's never skated before! J-Hope! What did I tell you about the costume!?)

Namjoon is helping Jimin tie up his skates when he jabs a finger at Jungkook. "Double tie those laces, Jungkook. Or you're not going out there."

Jungkook freezes with his hand on the ice rink gate. His bottom lip juts out in a typical maknae pout. "But hyunggg-"

Namjoon carefully finishes off Jimin's laces and stands up, hands on his hips. "And who's the one who'll have to go to the hospital with you when you trip over and break your arm?"

Jin throws his arm around Jungkook. "Come on, idiot. Let me show you how to tie them up properly."

Namjoon finally looks around at everyone. "Now is everyone warm? Jimin, do you need another jacket? Jin, here's a scarf. And you all know where the first aid kit is?"

"Yes, hyung," the boys chorus with a roll of their eyes. (But they're secretly glad there's someone there just in case)

And then they're out on the ice.

Jimin is giggling like a fairy princess. Arms wheeling, cheeks bright pink from the cold. He's having so much fun staggering across the ice pushed by a cheerily singing J-Hope who of course is wearing the most horrifyingly tacky santa jumper he could find and massive fluffy reindeer antlers. ("But it's not even Christmas," protests Jimin between giggles. "Hyung, wouldn't let me wear the penguin costume so I had to improvise," replies J-Hope launching into an enthusiastic rendition of DNA accompanied by strangled whistling and half stumbles, half dance moves.)

Jungkook is skating like a dare devil: leaping, spinning, skating backwards. He rushes around the rink lapping his friends once, twice.

"Daebak, Jungkook," shouts Jimin. "How long you been skating?"

Jungkook executes a perfect pirouette and lands in a graceful bow. He grins cheekily. "About twenty three minutes."

J-Hope laughs. "Figures." (Then he's panting because Jimins pouting and wanting to go as fast as Jungkook.)

Jungkook is off again racing past V who's shamelessly flirting with a group of pretty girls. They're giggling at something he's saying. He winks at one of the girls. He's determined to get her number before they go home.

Jungkook circles around them. "Hyung! Look what I can do! Hyung!"

V doesn't even look away from the pretty brunette he's got his eyes on. He flaps his hand at Jungkook. "Looking great buddy!"

"HYUNGGGG! You're not looking!"

"I am looking!"

"HYUN-"

V grabs Jungkook and spins him around. "Don't mess me up now. I've almost got her number. No, don't speak. Don't turn around. Look! There's Namjoon! Why don't you show him what you've learned?"

With that V shoves Jungkook across the ice and turns back to the girls with a charming grin. "Now, where were we ladies?"

Jungkook races over to Namjoon who's showing a bunch of kids the basics of ice skating. "That's great, guys! Now, remember, one foot in front of the other. Yep! You're doing awesome! And what do you say if a producer tells you he wants to have full control of your songs?"

"Hyung!" Shouts Jungkook. "Catch me!"

Namjoon just manages to stop Jungkook from launching into a full-air leap into a bunch of kids by catching him in a friendly headlock. "I got you, buddy."

"Hyung! Don't mess with the hair!"

"I want a hug!" Shouts Jimin making grabby hands as J-Hope pushes him across the ice. (One of his reindeer antlers is hanging half broken where Jimin stumbled and grabbed for the closest thing to keep him upright).

Jin appears at the edge of the rink with a massive tray of steaming drinks. "Hey, kids! Hyung got free hot chocolates!"

Jimin latches into Jungkook who drags him, squealing, across the ice. They grab the tray and are instantly fighting over the best cup and who has the hottest drink.

Namjoon takes a drink and lifts an eyebrow. "Free?"

Jin grins sheepishly. "The lady at the counter said I was too handsome to pay for food."

This sends Jungkook and Jimin into a heap of snorting giggles. Jungkook laughs so hard he spits hot chocolate on Jimin's designer shirt.

J-Hope tears open his fifth sugar packet and pours it into his drink. "What else did you get?"

Jin preens a little. He can't help it. It's hard being the most handsome man in the world. "Fries and a hamburger."

Jungkook tugs on Namjoons arm. "Hyungggg, I'm hungry!"

Jimin grabs Namjoons other arm. "My shirt is ruined!"

"I've got a spare in the car. Jungkook, you're going to dislocate my arm. Fine! I'll tak you out for food as soon as-" Namjoon freezes and looks around, counting heads. Jungkook. Jimin. J-Hope. Jin. V. "Hey, where's Yoongi?"

There's a high pitched squeal from the group of girls. They almost bowl a surprised V over as they rush acros the ice to a guy barely hanging onto the rink rails.

Yoongi is white knuckled. He grits his jaw so hard it hurts but he's going to make at least one lap around the rink even if it kills him. Which it might if these damn skates don't stay under him.

The girls swoop around him, giggling and blushing. "Oppa, are you okay? Do you need any help?"

Yoongi glares at them. "I'm fine." (There's no way he's going to admit he's absolutely mortified at being unable to skate)

The girls casually link arms with him and haul him off the rails. "Don't be silly! We love helping handsome guys. Don't we, girls? By the way - want to get a drink with us later?"

The girls push Yoongi across the ice. His stiff body soon relaxes until he's able to determinedly skate with the girls rather than being dragged reluctantly along. They skate past the boys and Yoongi shoots a smirk over his shoulder at V.

"Close your mouth, V," says Namjoon.

"But-"

"Face it, Hyung, you lost," snickers Jungkook.

"Shut up, Jungkook!"

J-Hope pats him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you still have us."

V looks after the pretty girls and pouts. "Yeah, great. Someone give me a damn hot chocolate."

#skating au #bts #bangtan boys #my writing #jungkook #jin #v #yoongi #suga #rap monster #namjoon #jimin #bts fic #j-hope

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lucyjadesilverson · 4 years

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Talk

Note: All characters are speaking Korean but you guys will read it as English. Sometimes Y\N and Namjoon will speak in english.

"Oh come on, you can't be serious, mum wouldn't say that." You chuckled down the phone to your sister. It was now 7am, Sunday in Seoul and 11pm, Saturday in England. You were speaking to her before she went to bed and before you started learning your new choreography for the 34th golden disk awards.

"She did, it was hilarious. You should of seen Nan's face" she laughed back.

Your choreographer, Yoongi and Namjoon came through the door of the dance studio catching your attention.

"Right, babe I gotta go. Talk tomorrow?" You said to your sister, watching how Namjoon looked at you when you said 'babe' but you called a lot of family members that, your sister, your sister in law, your mum, your aunties, even your brother when you were being sly and bitter with each other.

"Okay hun. Love you" She said with a yawn at the end.

"I love you too." You said smiling before you ended the phone call. You looked up noticing the stare Namjoon had on you was now an angry one making your eyebrows crash together. You shrugged it off, walking over to your members.

"How's your sister?" Dani asked making the Korean speaking part of your brain ignite.

"Yeah she's good, just tired from work and the kids." You replied sympatheticly.

"I can't believe she's the mum of two, she's only four years older than you." Taylor said while stretching her legs.

"Technically one of them is her step daughter but we don't use the word 'step' in our family." You replied starting to stretch too.

"What do you mean?" Taylor inquired.

"Well to us it doesn't matter wether you are married into the family or born into it. Family is family. I mean my favourite Auntie is actually my step Auntie." You said moving to do the splits. Noticing that the boys were listening to your conversation and that Hoseok had now joined them.

"Jinjja yo?" Ashley chirped in making you nod.

"Wait I though you said you didn't have favourites?" Dani asked with a smirk.

"I don't, well, it only because she's more like a big sister than an Auntie. My sister and Brother both agree too." I said making them nod.

"Okay girls, let's start." The choreographer said smiling and standing in front of us.All four of us bowed at her before she started teaching us the new moves.

Throughout the session, Yoongi switched from looking at his phone and talking to the boys. Hosoek was watching the choreo intensely and pointing out things to us if we got it wrong. And namjoon kept his stare on you. You found it weird but continuously shrugged it off.

You and Namjoon were extremely close, you even had dirty inside jokes, usually in English, because you and him were the only ones who could understand English fluently. It was usual for him to observe you and tell you, not ask, but tell you whether you were hungry, tired, bored, annoyed, even horny. He knew all your emotions.

He could read you like a book and you could do the same to him but you didn't tell him if he was hungry, you would just buy him food or drag him to the napping area and make him sleep. He loved that about you.

You preferred to just do rather than talk about it first, and it was exactly the same with your work too. If you had a new idea about a dance or new lyrics you would practice or write down the words rather than telling someone first.

Practice was half way done now, everyone had learnt the dance now you all had to practice and strengthen your weak points. You walked over to the boys making grabby hand at Namjoons glass of water he held in his hand. All the boys chuckled at your childlike action before Namjoon handed you the full glass.

"Thank you Oppa." You smiled but squinted slightly watching him tense up at the nickname.

All three boys stared at you, making you realise what you had said. Oppa. You never used that word. Yes, it was to show respect for guys older than you but you made it clear to all the boys at big hit that you would not be calling them Oppa even though you respected them greatly. They all agreed, well except a few, but after a while they got used to the different nicknames you had for them.

You started and to squirm under their gaze, seeing slight smirks form on each of their faces.

"Oh fuck me." You said annoyed as you spilled the drink while squirming. Namjoon chuckled and said.

"Okay" making both of you laugh. The others looked at you confused making you laugh harder.

"None of that kind of talk Mr.Kim." You said in your British accent that he absolutely adored.

He was obsessed with it for sure, always trying to get you to say stuff in your native accent. You had picked up a slight American one when speaking English in Korea because the people who spoke English, that you hung out with, had American accents but you could easily switch between the two.

"I'm not sure what you are talking about Miss.Y/L/N." He said trying to imitate you but failing on the pronunciation which you found adorable considering you loved the way his native tongue change the sound of certain words.

You giggled taking a sip of water and handing the drink back to him before going back to practice. You saw the boys whispering to each other in the mirrors on the walls. Your eyes narrowed wondering what they were saying, but your attention was caught elsewhere when Ashley asked for your help with a dance move.

You helped her and then Dani when she asked. You were finished with Dani and turned to see Taylor standing in front of you with a smirk. You look at her suspiciously.

"Wanna dance?" She asked holding her hand out to you and bowing slightly making you grin cheekily and take her hand.

"Why yes I would." You replied laughing as they girls behind you started.

"Yeah yeah shut up, just cause you two are the dancers of the group." Ashley said still trying to figure the dance move you taught her ten minutes ago. You and Taylor giggled going over to either side of them and pushing them together so you stood in a line facing the mirrors. You stood on the right end, Ashley next to you, Dani next to her and Taylor at the other end.

Taylor held your hand behind and in front on them blocking them in while the song Shake Santa Shake came on through the speaker making the girls look at both of you and start laughing. It was the first song you all recorded and learnt a group dance to, you all loved the Christmas performance. It was a fan favourite when you performed it at a KBS Christmas special concert.

All of you girls smiled before performing the song from your first mini album. After you were done the boys clapped making you turn around and notice that all seven members of BTS were now in the studio. All four of you bowed to them as they clapped.

"Yah, that was so good." Jungkook said smiling as he leant against the wall.

"I remember when you first performed that." Taehyung's deep voice sounded in the room making the rest of the boys nod in agreement.

"Okay girls we are done for the day. Rest up and we can practice again tomorrow." The choreographer said.

"ne seonsaengnim!" You and your members said cheerfully while bowing to her. She left the room.

"We are going to the chill room, you all coming?" Jin asked while standing next to Jimin.

Everyone nodded and all left the dance studio.

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It had been a few hours since dance practice and you were typing out some important work on your iPad, when you couldn't figure something out and decided to google it, but it wasn't giving you the answer you wanted. Your lack of sleep today led you to be a little snappy.

"You know what fine, fine. Be a dick then. Be a dick!" You ranted at your iPad before taking of your headphones and looking up to find your members and the boys staring at you.

"What it's being a dick!" You said defensively pointing at your iPad making Namjoon chuckle.

"You're speaking in English love." He said as his eyes scanned over the words of his book.

Love. That stupid nickname he picked up on his last visit to London. Now he's the dick, for making me feel all tingly.

"I know I am!" You snapped at him making him look at you and raise an eyebrow. His eyes squinted for a moment before he closed the book he was reading and got up off the opposite couch, to stand in front of you.

"You're tired. Go to sleep. Now." He commanded but in a soft tone.

"I'm not tired." You grumbled quietly like a small child. He sighed running a hand through his hair before grabbing under your legs and and placing a hand on your back. In one swift motion you were throw over shoulder as he carried you out the room. You saw your members and the boys laughing as the door closed.

"Namjoon put me down!" You yelled slapping his back gently not wanting to hurt him.

"No." He simply answered making you frown.

"Whyyyyyy?" You whined catching the attention of the boy trainees that were in the lunch hall eating. He ignored your question.

"Fine then tell me why we are in the lunch hall...where all the boys are." You said while you smiled nervously at entire lunch hall that was staring your way.

Some staring in awe at the two Idols that ha just walked in and others staring and laughing at the fact that the famous Kim Namjoon had you, a fellow Idol over his shoulder. You were used to boys considering that your group were the only girls in bighit other than the staff.

"You are hungry and so am I." He stated calmly picking up some food for both of you.

"Am not." You whined again flicking his back. He chuckled ignoring your whining as he walked out of the hall. He went to the lift and continuously ignored the looks and whispers of the trainees and staff that you passed on the way.

He walked up to the sleeping area. Which was basically a room with four single beds and a bunch of giant bean bag seats. He placed you down on one of the bean bags and then sat comfortably beside you. He began to unwrap the samgak kimbap.

You look around the room until his fingers under your chin turned you to face him, as you did the familiar taste of samgak kimbap, filled your mouth. He was feeding you. You huffed and took it from him eating it making him smirk to himself.

After you'd finished eating you lay your head back against the soft material and closed your eyes. Damn you really were tired. You felt your head being lifted and gently placed back down on something warm but harder than the bean bag. Your eyes opened to see it was Namjoon's shoulder.

"Sleep." He told you making you huff and close your eyes once more.

"Meanie." You whispered under your breath.

"Yah. If I was a meanie do you think I would have brought you food and let you sleep on my shoulder? Meanies don't do that." He said his voice slightly raising making you open your eyes and stare at him.

"Why are you freaking out so much?" You asked confused but he ignored your question and continued his rant.

"If I'm such a meanie why don't you get your boyfriend to do this for you!" He shouted making you frown.

"Boyfriend? What makes you think I have a boyfriend?" You asked completely confused.

"Don't play dumb Y/N. You were speaking with him this morning. You call him babe and said that you loved him." He growled making you roll your eyes.

"That was my sister dummy! I call all the girls of my family Babe. That's just how we talk to one another!" You yelled back trying to get through to him.

His lips made an 'O' shape and he sighed half in relief and disappointment at his behaviour.

"Why would it matter if I had a boyfriend anyways." You mumbled under your breath crossing your arms. In a instant his lips were on yours in a passionate kiss that made your head spin. Your lips moved in sink with one another. A small moan came from you as he gripped your hair tightly and you felt him smirk into the kiss.

"That's why it matters." He whispered after pulling away.

Vocabulary.

{Jinjja yo : Really?}

{ne seonsaengnim! : yes, teacher}

{samgak kimbap : basically sushi but shaped like a triangle}

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