Can You Do A Drabble Of Park Jimin, #3 And 12? Thank You!

Can you do a Drabble of Park Jimin, #3 and 12? Thank you!

Park Jimin + #3 & #12:

“How do I look?”

“I like your ____ it’s/they’re cute.

(Y/N has one mono lid and one double lid)

Jimin and I were getting ready for dinner with the group. Not just any dinner, like your local barbecue. No, we were about to eat at a very prestigious restaurant in Seoul; Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul. I usually don’t go out with Jimin, his manager says to keep our relationship low key, but this time, he invited me to come along. He wants us to go public. Although Jimin and I were over the moon about being able to do this, I’m still a bit nervous. I’ll be in the spotlight 24/7. I can’t hide anymore.

I adjust my dress, trying to figure out if it’s better to show more skin, less, or none at all. This is going to be the first time the public sees me, since that time, a few months back, when Jimin and I were caught in the car together. They didn’t see my face though. I have to make a good impression to boost Jimin’s career, as his manager put it. “No pressure!” He’d told me and all I could do was fake smile while I was panicking inside.

Standing in the mirror, with this gorgeous dress on, I feel a bit out of place. Jimin walks in the room, towel around his waist, having just gotten out of the shower. He sees me and pauses to look at me in awe.

“Who are you and what did you do with Y/N?” He moves to hug me from behind, is body still dripping with water. I giggle and try to push him away.

“Yah, not the dress, it’s brand new!” I say as he holds onto me tighter.

“I don’t care, I didn’t know my Y/N could get even more beautiful, but you proved me wrong.” Jimin kisses my neck and then let’s go. I smile at him as he goes to choose his outfit and change. I begin to start on my makeup. As I begin, I realize how difficult it will be. I don’t often wear makeup, mainly because it’s difficult for me to do my eyeshadow correctly. I always do it well on my double lid, but my mono lid always looks terrible. I’ve wanted to get surgery, but Jimin won’t let me even look at a plastic surgeon.

I’m looking in the mirror, struggling to close one eye so I can put eyeliner on. There are smudged tissues next to me from the hundred times that I’ve messed up.

“Argh! This stupid liner. I look like like a clown.” I say, wiping off the line I started. I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. Jimin walks out and sees my conflict with the makeup. He comes over to help me.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, still buttoning his shirt.

“I’m just having trouble doing my eyeliner. I’ve got the double lid, but the mono lid keeps smudging when I blink. It’s just so hooded. Why can’t you just let me get surgery, my mono lid makes me look like a freak.” I complain.

“Yah, I like your mono lid, it’s cute. Besides, I have two mono lids. You just have to learn to apply it differently. Let me show you how to do it.” He takes the eyeliner from me and I close my eyes. I feel it drag across my eyelid. “You have to keep your eye downward and fan it so it dries and doesn’t smudge. And for this eye, you’ll need to apply a bit more, so it matches your other eye.” He explains. I giggle.

“When did you become a makeup exper?” I ask with a smirk.

“My makeup artist just explains to me how she does my makeup. I’ve learned a few things.” He says as he finishes up. I look in the mirror and see that my makeup looks amazing now. He even added some eyeshadow to define the look. I smile at him.

“How do I look?” I ask him and he gives me a peck on the lips.

“You tell me.”

“I look so different, but a good kind of different.” I say, looking at myself in awe. “Thank you, Jimin! I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Jimin grabs my hand and kisses it. He catches a glimpse of his own watch and gasps.

“Where gonna be late, Y/N. We gotta hurry.” He says, rushing to put his shoes on. I put on a pair of earrings and tease my hair a bit before grabbing my purse and walking out of the door. I’m followed by Jimin as he locks the door behind us and slips his hand around my waist. He leads me to a limo that is waiting for us and opens the door for me. Once we get in, we set off to the restaurant.

Drabble List #2

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

{Credit to mymiscfandomimagines}

Chae Hyungwon + #6:

“Let me kiss you!”

(Y/N is 5′1)

Sometimes, living with a tall person like Hyungwon makes things a bit difficult. He and I would split up the chores, I clean the floors and cook and he washes dishes and counters. The only problem is that he tends to put things on the top shelf. And to top it all off, I’m about a foot shorter than he is. Because of this, he often grabs things for me that are too high. I hate that I’m so short, but for some reason, he finds this extremely cute.

We’ve just had a deep clean and rearrangement of the apartment and I’m getting ready to cook dinner. I grab some beef from the freezer and put some rice in the rice cooker. Hyungwon is asleep after cleaning so much and because he’s a sleepyhead, so I thought I’d get a head start on dinner. While I thaw the meat, I chop some vegetables.

Once I’ve got everything cooking, I realize that I’ve forgotten to grab spices. I open the spice cabinet, only to find that the spices that I need are at the very top. I huff in frustration. He always does this.

“Freaking Hyungwon,” I say to myself as I begin climbing onto the counter. As I start to lift myself up, a sleepy Hyungwon walks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a yawn. I roll my eyes at him.

“Trying to get some spices that someone put on the top shelf,” I answer, struggling to keep my balance.

“Do you want my help? I can just reach up and grab it for you.” He offers.

“No. I don’t need help, I can do it.” I say stubbornly. I wobble and lose my balance, feeling myself leaning back. I gasp and try to grab onto the cabinet. As I give my best attempt at balance, I’m stabilized by Hyungwon holding my legs. He pushes me toward the cabinet and raises his eyebrows at me.

“You don’t need my help?” He taunts with a smirk. I pout at him, turning back to the cabinet and grabbing the spices that I need. I find my way down and stick my tongue out at him in a childish way.

“Just ‘cuz I’m small doesn’t mean I can't reach high things,” I say, seasoning the food and putting it in the pot. I’ve decided on making a pot roast and once Hyungwon realizes, his eyes light up.

“You’re making pot roast? You’re the best, Y/N!” He smiles childishly. I smile back, walking up to him.

“I know, that’s why you love me,” I reply, leaning up to kiss him. Although, instead of leaning down to meet me, he tilts his head upward. “Yah! What are you doing?”

“You said just because you’re small doesn’t mean you can’t reach things, so I’ll let you get up here yourself,” Hyungwon says with a smirk. I scowl at him, standing on my tippy toes and trying to kiss him. I try jumping, to no effect. 

“Ughhh, let me kiss you!” I pout, wrapping my arms around his neck. He keeps his head tilted back, laughing to himself. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, holding myself up when he refuses to. I try to tilt his head down to me but he keeps holding it back.

“You’re such a pain!” I say, giving up. Hyungwon giggles and holds me up when I try to get down. He leans down and kisses me passionately. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and deepen the kiss. He sets me on the counter, hands running up my back. My fingers find themselves entangled in his hair.

When we pull away, Hyungwon smirks down at me.

“You don’t need my help?” He asks, tauntingly. I pout at him and look away.

“Maybe I do,” I admit under my breath.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you. Could you say that louder?” Hyungwon asks. I scowl at him and smack his lips, pushing him away from me.

“Yah, why’d you do that?” He asked, rubbing his lips. I got off the counter.

“I need to finish cooking, can you help me and set up the table?” I ask, putting on a cute face. He narrows his eyes at me but does what he’s told. I smile to myself, knowing that, in the end, I still won.

A/N: So when I got this request, I kind of assumed that it was from my first drabble list, because of the context. So if anyone was confused, I wrote this based off of #6 on my first drabble list.

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Sunny Burns (Exo!Kai)

Type: Fluff ❁

Pairing: Exo!Kai x Reader

A/N: I swear, y’all. Your hearts gonna friggin melt. He can be so cute, I swear.

Summary: It’s a nice summer day, so Y/N, Jongin, and their son, Jun-ha decide to go to the beach. After a lack of protection, Jongin and Jun-ha end up nursing their massive sunburns. Hopefully Y/N can put up with theirwhining.

Jongin, Jun-ha, and I are sitting in the living room, watching tv. Jun-ha is coloring a picture of what appears to be a dog and often gets up to show us his progress. I glance over at Jongin, seeing him looking bored. His head nods off as he’s falling asleep. I push him to wake him up and he sits up straight.

“Jongin, let’s go out today. It’s so nice out and I’d hate to waste the entire day inside.” I tell him. He smiles at me and stands up. Jun-ha does the same, having heard everything. They beam excitedly, running into the room. I hear drawers and closet doors open and close. I wait patiently, waiting for an explanation to what they have planned. Usually Jongin will start preparing for something before he’s even positive it’s going to happen.

The two emerge from the bedroom holding up their swim trunks. I raise an eyebrow at them while they grin at me.

“Care to explain?” I ask after a few moments of silence.

“Let’s go to the beach!” Jongin suggests, sounding like a schoolgirl who just got asked out.

“Please, Mommy!” Jun-ha begs. He smiles his best smile. I smile back and roll my eyes.

“I’ll pack the snacks.” I say, moving from my spot. Jongin and Jun-ha start dancing around, excitedly. I giggle as I go to get ready.

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The car ride to the beach is filled with singing and laughter. I look back to and see Jun-ah looking happy as can be. He kicks his legs in his car seat while he sings along to the kids radio. Jongin and I sing with him, making him giggle.

We arrive at the beach in a flash. Jongin unloads the car while I unbuckle Jun-ah. When I put him on the sand, he runs back to the car, looking for something.

“What is it, Jun-ah?” I ask as he moves his toys around. He jumps back out and holds up his tiny pair of sunglasses. I giggle at him, kissing his head. He makes his way over to the beach towel that Jongin set up. Jun-ah removes his sandals and his shirt. He starts running towards the tide, but is stopped by Jongin picking him up.

“Where do you think you’re going, mister?” He asks Jun-ah. He puts him down to strap on his life vest.

“Am I ready now, Daddy?” He asks, bundling with excitement. Right as Jongin is about to say yes, I interrupt them.

“Not yet. You guys haven’t applied sunscreen yet.” I tell them, applying some to myself.

“Aw, come on, Y/N. We don’t need sunscreen, it’s only for sensitive people. And we’re strong, aren’t we Jun-ah?” He asks, his son nodding enthusiastically.

“Fine, go have fun.” I say, sitting in my beach chair. They giggle as they run towards the water. I watch them play with each other, relaxing in the summer heat. Jun-ah squeals with laughter as he swims the best he can. He and Jongin are hit with wave after wave. They wave at me as I watch them with a smile on my face. I wave back.

After a while, they get out of the water and start building a sandcastle. The tide washes it away a few times and I laugh, getting up to help them. We grab the plastic pails and shovels, creating our tiny castle. When we’ve finished, Jun-ah excitedly stabs the flag into the top. I take a few pictures of them next to our masterpiece.

“Okay, guys, time for lunch.” I say, opening our cooler and pulling out our sandwiches.

“Thank you, Mommy!” Jun-ah says, accepting his sandwich.

“Yes, thank you, Mommy.” Jongin kisses my cheek, grabbing his sandwich as well. I smile at them, taking a bite out of my food. As we eat, Jun-ah rubs his arms and winces.

“Mommy, my skin hurts.” He tells me. I look and see that he’s red all over. Both of them are.

“What did I say?” I ask smiling at them while they squirm in their burnt skin.

“Y/N, it really hurts.” Jongin whines. “Do you have any aloe vera?”

“Nope, I only brought sunscreen, didn’t think we’d need aloe because we’d have sunscreen on us. But you insisted you didn’t need it.” I say sarcastically. I laugh at Jongin’s shiny red skin.

“Come on, Y/N! It hurts.”

“Mommyyyy!” Jun-ah joins in.

“Fine.” I give in, grabbing the bottle of aloe I had prepared and smearing some on their burns. “Now, what did we learn?” I ask.

“Always wear sunscreen?” Jun-ah guesses. I smirk at him.

“Mommy is always right.” I correct.

“Oh, yes, she is.” Jongin agreed, kissing me.

“Ewww!” Jun-ah screams in childish disgust.

He Catches You Singing His Song - Got7

JB

JB was in the other room when heard the melody of his song, Sunrise. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, following the sound. When he saw you singing while washing the dishes, he was so surprised. He knew you didn’t speak very much Korean, but when he heard you singing his song, word for word, he felt so proud. He watched while you sang and cleaned.

Mark

You and Mark were be hanging out when you started doing an impression of him. You started to goofily sing OMW. You even imitated his voice, beginning to strut around like he would. Mark just laughed, denying that he sounds or walks like that. But you’d keep on.

Bambam

You and Bambam were joking around with each other. He mocked you playfully, so you jumped on the couch and started singing his song, Party, in a silly voice. You danced around as he cringed at the degradation of his song but soon joined in, laughing along.

Jinyoung

Jinyoung was laying down with you, just relaxing. You started humming a tune familiar to him. It was his song, My Youth. You started to sing softly as he smiled at you. He joined in and you both harmonized with each other. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you, but he knew he could never let you go. You were too perfect.

Youngjae

Youngjae was fast asleep, yet it was past noon. You’d decided it was time to wake him up. You went up to his sleeping form and began singing Nobody Knows. He stirred at the soft singing and cracked his eyes open to look at you. He smiled, pulling you close to cuddle as he started to fall back asleep. You saw this and rolled your eyes, deciding to let him sleep a little longer.

Jackson

Jackson was just coming home from work. When he walked through the door, you jumped up and smirked at him. He smirked back the exact same way. You both soon break out singing. You shout the words to his song, Papillon. We dance around goofily, singing loudly.