Okay Just Realized After Going Back And Reading That For Some Reason, A Portion Of The Original Story

okay just realized after going back and reading that for some reason, a portion of the original story was pasted again into the middle >:( I just fixed it LMFAO sorry about that

café au lait //w.h.d.

tropes: blind date!au, drummer!hendery x barista!reader (fem.)

synopsis: your friend has been getting on your nerves about getting a boyfriend. but you would rather continue working as a barista, who occasionally gets to admire the drummer that plays with his band on Thursday nights.

word count: 2k YIKES

a/n: I love this trope mix lol, I hope you guys do too! p.s. unedited

"please, just meet the guy, y/n. he's a good person," yangyang began to reason with you, but you simply shake your head, gaze focused on the latte art ordered by a customer moments ago. "that's what you said last time, and do you remember what happened?" yangyang rolls his eyes; you didn't let him forget it. the last time you let yangyang set you up with a date, the guy took you to a bar where shortly after talking, he "went to the bathroom", only to walk to the other end of the room and ended up making out with someone else. that experience left a sour taste in your mouth, and it pushed you away from dating for a while. it was a blessing in disguise because you had more time to dedicate towards your school work and your part-time job, which you absolutely love. you work as a barista in a cafe hidden a few miles away from your college campus, which also happened to be a short walk away from your apartment. but that didn’t stop you from feeling lonely from time to time, and yangyang knew that.

you know yangyang just wants to look out for you, and he's probably sick of hearing you talk his ears off about the drummer from the band that plays at the cafe called 'wavy'. his name is hendery and you try keeping yourself busy with the customers that rush in Thursday nights to hear them play. still, your gaze can't help but follow his movements on stage, passionately headbanging with the music and his charisma radiating into the crowd. he was captivating and you couldn't find a better way to spend your Thursday nights.

"trust me, y/n, this one won't disappoint you. I have known him longer compared to the other guy and he's reliable and loyal." you bite your lip in thought. sure, you’ve had a bad experience once but you need to get your mind off of hendery, because you know you’re not planning on making a move anytime soon. hell, you don’t even think he knows who you are so you may as well give yangyang’s choice another shot. you groan and give yangyang a hesitant nod. “fine, I’ll go out with him, but I promise you, liu yangyang, if this guy is a jerk then I will come after you.” yangyang raises two fists of victory and clicks his tongue. “yes! thanks for trusting me, y/n, I won’t let you down.” later that evening you get a text from yangyang: he’s set up a reservation at some italian place that sounds familiar and has given you a time for 7:00 thursday night. your heart momentarily stops, because you’ll miss the band playing that night. you won’t get to see hendery this week. “let’s hope this stupid date is worth missing his performance,” you mumble to yourself, locking your screen and carrying on with the evening.

the time crept by so fast, you didn’t realize when you were standing in front of your mirror getting ready for the evening you’ve gradually grown to anticipate. you took the evening off and when your coworkers asked why and you told them that you had a blind date, half of them cheered you on and the other half guffawed because they know about your previous experience. still, you didn’t let the anxieties of that event get to you and you knew that if you tried to have fun you’d be giving yourself, yangyang and the guy a fair shot as well. so, here you are now, standing at the door of the restaurant and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you walk into the grandiose restaurant, and approach the front desk. “hello,” you start, “I have a reservation, under the name liu?” the man behind the counter looks down at his screen and he says, “oh, the other member of your party just checked in! let me lead you there, follow me, please!” your hands get clammier by the second but you tail the greeter as he leads you to your awaited date. just then, you feel your phone vibrate and you check and see it’s from a coworker. the text reads: “you lucked out tonight, wavy’s not playing” they’ve never skipped out on a performance before, you wonder. you put your phone in your bag and watch as the greeter comes to a stop. all you can see of your date is the mop of jet black hair, and his back which is facing you.

“here you are, ma’am. enjoy your dinner,” the greeter gives you a smile before leaving you to take a seat. the boy sitting turns around and your heart stops. “hi, I’m hendery.” he stands up and offers you his hand. “hello, I’m Y/N,” you manage to find your voice to say, gently placing your hand in his, in an effort to shake it. instead, hendery surprises you by bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth, placing a fragile peck on it. “it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. here, come sit.” and he lets go of your hand to run over to the other side of the table to pull your chair out for you.

you both are given menus shortly after you exchange some small talk, and as you scan over the pasta options, you look up at hendery. you’ve gotta say, he cleans up really nicely, compared to the usual muscle tees and skinny jeans you’re used to seeing him in. his hair still holds the same middle part you’ve come to adore. then you think you’re being creepy, but you bite the bullet anyway when you say to him, “you play for wavy, right?” his gaze lifts up from the menu and goes straight to your eyes. you can see he’s surprised. “yes, I play the drums… how did you know?” your eyes widen comically and you shake your head, “I swear I’m not a stalker or anything, I just.. I’ve seen you play at the coffee shop I work at.” you’re rambling, and you tell yourself ‘shut up’ like it’s a mantra but hendery just stares back at you, thinking you are nothing short of adorable. “you’re the barista that works the late shifts when we play, then?” you sheepishly nod and he laughs. “I’ve been told by my bandmates that there’s a certain barista that ogles at me, is that you?” at this point, your mouth is hanging wide open and you scoff, “I do not ogle! and for your information, I am not the only barista that works the thursday night shift so it could very much be someone else.” hendery leans back in his chair and watches you, his expression softening. “that’s too bad then.”

over the course of the dinner, you learn that hendery actually went to school for acting, but then discovered his passion for music instead. he has three older sisters, his favorite color is pink, and since he’s moved to the city he has been homesick from time to time. of course, you’ve shared some stuff about yourself to him as well: you tell him that you love your job as a barista (throwing in a few funny and crazy customer stories here and there throughout the evening), you live in the city but drive out to visit your family who lives in a suburb nearby, and you have a favorite spot in a park that not a lot of people know about. “only special people get to see this place,” you tell him before taking a sip of your drink. “I hope I get to be one of those special people,” hendery says with a smile. a wave of courage hits you when you slyly respond, "maybe one day. now, I don't know about you, but I can go for a cup of coffee, so why don't we get out of here?"

hendery doesn't let you pay the bill ("you can get me coffee, y/n, but let me cover the meal") and you two take a short walk over to a nearby coffee shop. you are greeted with the sweet smell of coffee brewing as soon as the two of you step inside, and as much as people think you'd get sick of the smell, you haven't. "hi! what can I get you two today?" the barista greets the two of you, and you order a cafe au lait, while hendery scans the menu. "you know what, I'll have what she's having." after paying her, the barista leans in and whispers, "you two make a really cute couple, I had to let you know!" you bashfully smile and hendery replies to her, "it's our first date, but I think this one's a keeper," and he turns to send you a wink. you playfully nudge his arm and he laughs, leading the two of you to the pick-up counter. once your coffees are ready, you take them and start to embark on the long (but it feels short) walk back to your cars. the two of you chat for a bit, enjoying the weather but mostly relishing in each other's presence. as hendery sips on his coffee, you ask him with your chin in the palm of your hand, "how's the coffee by the way?"

"it's good! it's a cafe.."

"au lait," you finish and he nods. "it's good. I usually stick with an iced-americano because I never know what to expect with all these fancy-named drinks." you laugh, failing to observe the growing smile on hendery's face as he watches your nose scrunch cutely. "you can count on me to teach you coffee 101, as long as you would be willing to teach me how to play the drums," you tell him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. once you see your car in the vicinity, you slow the pace of your steps, and hendery follows your speed. there's a restlessness in the air because the night is almost over and it's apparent that neither of you wants it to end. hendery huffs after a moment of silence and turns to you, eyes boring into your own, and with determination, he asks, "I would like to see you again, y/n if that's okay with you? it's been so long since I've started dating again, and I genuinely enjoyed every minute of tonight. I want to get to know you more, y/n." you blink up at him, and heat creeps up your neck but you bite your lip and nod. "I would like that, hendery. I had a great time tonight as well." hendery lights up and as you unlock your car with one hand, he reaches for the other one. stunned, you turn to him and he pulls you into a warm embrace. his arms wrap around you and it feels nice. you return the action, bringing your arms up around his torso. it feels like it's only been a few seconds, but you get an annoying buzz in your back pocket (who you assume is yangyang) that startles you. you reluctantly let go of hendery, chuckling when you hear a small sound of displeasure from him.

"I've gotta go now, hendery. thank you for an amazing evening," you tell him and you sit in your car, and once you start your car, hendery jolts in his spot and knocks on your window. you roll it down, and he scratches the back of his head, "I forgot to ask for your number." you giggle, and give him the ten digits he's longed for all evening. "I've just sent you a text," he says and starts to walk backward, waving at you. "text me when you get home, y/n!" your heart warms at the gesture. "I will, hendery! drive safe!" you yell out as his silhouette gradually gets smaller. "you too! bye!" moments later, the two of you have gone your separate ways, and as soon as you get home you remind yourself to do two things: 1) text yangyang about the details of the evening (of course, you must not forget to thank him as well) and 2) text hendery that you've made it home safely, with a smile on your face and the rapid beating of your heart.

[1:44 PM] You stare at your ex-boyfriend from across the cafe you were in. You usually spent half of your time at this cafe, and you haven’t seen Baekhyun ever since the break up. You admire him as he laughs at something that had appeared on his phone, but what got you interested was the two white mugs in front of him. 

As you were about to go up to him, a beautiful lady walks into the cafe and takes a seat right in front of Baekhyun. You watch him smile as she starts talking and he grabs her hands, his eyes filled with so much love as she laughs at a joke he just made. You watch them and feel your heart break a little. No, a lot. Maybe you weren’t over him like you had thought you were? 

You wish you were her that caused him to smile like that. You were that girl that he said, “I love you,” to everyday. When did it go so wrong?

Once you walked out of the cafe, he was staring at you the entire time. Yes, he did notice you and yes, the girl in front him was very beautiful, but not as beautiful as you were. To be honest, he wasn’t even listening to the lady in front of him. The causes of his smiles? He was thinking of you and your memories together. You left the cafe and he felt so, empty? Was that the word? Broken perhaps?

“Excuse me, but I don’t think this relationship, or whatever this is won’t work. I think you are very kind and sweet, but I-I’m still in love with someone else,” he quickly apologizes and runs off to find you, leaving the heart broken girl there. He ran as fast as he could to find you, to make you his again.

hii! can i request 18-20 +nct haechan? thank youu

a/n: I wasn't sure if you wanted 18 and 20 only, or 18,19, and 20... so I did the latter, lol. I hope you like it!

prompts: "you're too cute" + "did you just call me 'dude'?" + "get your butt over here and kiss me"

genre/trope: fluff, humor/ established relationship!au

warnings: a little bit of swearing

pairing: lee haechan x reader

word count: 517

moving was always a pain; it doesn’t matter how many times in your life you’ve had to experience it, the process was never easier. thankfully, this time you weren’t moving alone. “that’s the last one, I am fucking exhausted,” your boyfriend, donghyuck huffs as he sets the cardboard box on the ground before bellyflopping onto the couch, the only piece of furniture in its rightful spot. you patted the back of his leg, and he moved over, to allow you to sit next to him. you looked down at him endearingly and used your hand to run your fingers through his locks. “you’ve done well today, babe! thanks for helping me out!” he looked up at you and puckered his lips, to which you laughed and bent down to peck him. “now, how’s dinner sound? it’s on me!” donghyuck gets up, and you shake your head. “no, I’ll get it! you’ve spent the entire day helping me move boxes, donghyuck, the least I could do is get us dinner.” “y/n, I would be a terrible boyfriend if I let you pay. let me take care of it, you can get us next time!” he stood up and picked up his phone to look for delivery places nearby.

“dude! you said that last time! I’ll take care of it, let me pay, please?” donghyuck froze and looked up at you from his phone. “did you just call me ‘dude’?” you blinked, confused. “yeah, I guess it slipped out.” donghyuck pouted and dragged his feet to the kitchen, huffing. 

you giggled, “what, you don’t like it?” “no, y/n, I don’t like it when you call me ‘dude’. it sounds so weird coming from you.” you stood up from the couch and turned towards him, “sorry, babe! I won’t call you ‘dude’ anymore,” you tell him but you can’t stop the chuckle that follows your sentence, and donghyuck turns to you, “y/n! you’re laughing at me! it’s not weird, most guys don’t like it when their girlfriends call them that!” “I can’t help it! you’re too cute! I’m not making fun, I promise!” the pout on donghyuck’s mouth shrunk and he smiled a little at seeing you relax a little; the moving process must’ve been stressful for you if it’s the first time he’s seen you loosen up all day. “alright, I believe you. make it up to me and get your butt over here and kiss me.” you coo at your boyfriend as he lifts his arms open, inviting you in an embrace. you beeline quickly to him and wrap your arms around his torso, and lean up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. he kisses back, trying to add more fervor to the kiss when you were interrupted by a grumbling stomach. you pulled away and he groaned. “donghyuck, why don’t we get some food in your system first? I’m starving, too.” he nodded and pressed his lips against your forehead, and pulled your body closer to his. “I’ll order in a minute, let’s just stay like this for a little bit longer.”

he’s so precious ♡

café au lait //w.h.d.

tropes: blind date!au, drummer!hendery x barista!reader (fem.)

synopsis: your friend has been getting on your nerves about getting a boyfriend. but you would rather continue working as a barista, who occasionally gets to admire the drummer that plays with his band on Thursday nights.

word count: 2k YIKES

a/n: I love this trope mix lol, I hope you guys do too! p.s. unedited

"please, just meet the guy, y/n. he's a good person," yangyang began to reason with you, but you simply shake your head, gaze focused on the latte art ordered by a customer moments ago. "that's what you said last time, and do you remember what happened?" yangyang rolls his eyes; you didn't let him forget it. the last time you let yangyang set you up with a date, the guy took you to a bar where shortly after talking, he "went to the bathroom", only to walk to the other end of the room and ended up making out with someone else. that experience left a sour taste in your mouth, and it pushed you away from dating for a while. it was a blessing in disguise because you had more time to dedicate towards your school work and your part-time job, which you absolutely love. you work as a barista in a cafe hidden a few miles away from your college campus, which also happened to be a short walk away from your apartment. but that didn’t stop you from feeling lonely from time to time, and yangyang knew that.

you know yangyang just wants to look out for you, and he's probably sick of hearing you talk his ears off about the drummer from the band that plays at the cafe called 'wavy'. his name is hendery and you try keeping yourself busy with the customers that rush in Thursday nights to hear them play. still, your gaze can't help but follow his movements on stage, passionately headbanging with the music and his charisma radiating into the crowd. he was captivating and you couldn't find a better way to spend your Thursday nights.

"trust me, y/n, this one won't disappoint you. I have known him longer compared to the other guy and he's reliable and loyal." you bite your lip in thought. sure, you’ve had a bad experience once but you need to get your mind off of hendery, because you know you’re not planning on making a move anytime soon. hell, you don’t even think he knows who you are so you may as well give yangyang’s choice another shot. you groan and give yangyang a hesitant nod. “fine, I’ll go out with him, but I promise you, liu yangyang, if this guy is a jerk then I will come after you.” yangyang raises two fists of victory and clicks his tongue. “yes! thanks for trusting me, y/n, I won’t let you down.” later that evening you get a text from yangyang: he’s set up a reservation at some italian place that sounds familiar and has given you a time for 7:00 thursday night. your heart momentarily stops, because you’ll miss the band playing that night. you won’t get to see hendery this week. “let’s hope this stupid date is worth missing his performance,” you mumble to yourself, locking your screen and carrying on with the evening.

the time crept by so fast, you didn’t realize when you were standing in front of your mirror getting ready for the evening you’ve gradually grown to anticipate. you took the evening off and when your coworkers asked why and you told them that you had a blind date, half of them cheered you on and the other half guffawed because they know about your previous experience. still, you didn’t let the anxieties of that event get to you and you knew that if you tried to have fun you’d be giving yourself, yangyang and the guy a fair shot as well. so, here you are now, standing at the door of the restaurant and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you walk into the grandiose restaurant, and approach the front desk. “hello,” you start, “I have a reservation, under the name liu?” the man behind the counter looks down at his screen and he says, “oh, the other member of your party just checked in! let me lead you there, follow me, please!” your hands get clammier by the second but you tail the greeter as he leads you to your awaited date. just then, you feel your phone vibrate and you check and see it’s from a coworker. the text reads: “you lucked out tonight, wavy’s not playing” they’ve never skipped out on a performance before, you wonder. you put your phone in your bag and watch as the greeter comes to a stop. all you can see of your date is the mop of jet black hair, and his back which is facing you.

“here you are, ma’am. enjoy your dinner,” the greeter gives you a smile before leaving you to take a seat. the boy sitting turns around and your heart stops. “hi, I’m hendery.” he stands up and offers you his hand. “hello, I’m Y/N,” you manage to find your voice to say, gently placing your hand in his, in an effort to shake it. instead, hendery surprises you by bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth, placing a fragile peck on it. “it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. here, come sit.” and he lets go of your hand to run over to the other side of the table to pull your chair out for you.

you both are given menus shortly after you exchange some small talk, and as you scan over the pasta options, you look up at hendery. you’ve gotta say, he cleans up really nicely, compared to the usual muscle tees and skinny jeans you’re used to seeing him in. his hair still holds the same middle part you’ve come to adore. then you think you’re being creepy, but you bite the bullet anyway when you say to him, “you play for wavy, right?” his gaze lifts up from the menu and goes straight to your eyes. you can see he’s surprised. “yes, I play the drums… how did you know?” your eyes widen comically and you shake your head, “I swear I’m not a stalker or anything, I just.. I’ve seen you play at the coffee shop I work at.” you’re rambling, and you tell yourself ‘shut up’ like it’s a mantra but hendery just stares back at you, thinking you are nothing short of adorable. “you’re the barista that works the late shifts when we play, then?” you sheepishly nod and he laughs. “I’ve been told by my bandmates that there’s a certain barista that ogles at me, is that you?” at this point, your mouth is hanging wide open and you scoff, “I do not ogle! and for your information, I am not the only barista that works the thursday night shift so it could very much be someone else.” hendery leans back in his chair and watches you, his expression softening. “that’s too bad then.”

over the course of the dinner, you learn that hendery actually went to school for acting, but then discovered his passion for music instead. he has three older sisters, his favorite color is pink, and since he’s moved to the city he has been homesick from time to time. of course, you’ve shared some stuff about yourself to him as well: you tell him that you love your job as a barista (throwing in a few funny and crazy customer stories here and there throughout the evening), you live in the city but drive out to visit your family who lives in a suburb nearby, and you have a favorite spot in a park that not a lot of people know about. “only special people get to see this place,” you tell him before taking a sip of your drink. “I hope I get to be one of those special people,” hendery says with a smile. a wave of courage hits you when you slyly respond, "maybe one day. now, I don't know about you, but I can go for a cup of coffee, so why don't we get out of here?"

hendery doesn't let you pay the bill ("you can get me coffee, y/n, but let me cover the meal") and you two take a short walk over to a nearby coffee shop. you are greeted with the sweet smell of coffee brewing as soon as the two of you step inside, and as much as people think you'd get sick of the smell, you haven't. "hi! what can I get you two today?" the barista greets the two of you, and you order a cafe au lait, while hendery scans the menu. "you know what, I'll have what she's having." after paying her, the barista leans in and whispers, "you two make a really cute couple, I had to let you know!" you bashfully smile and hendery replies to her, "it's our first date, but I think this one's a keeper," and he turns to send you a wink. you playfully nudge his arm and he laughs, leading the two of you to the pick-up counter. once your coffees are ready, you take them and start to embark on the long (but it feels short) walk back to your cars. the two of you chat for a bit, enjoying the weather but mostly relishing in each other's presence. as hendery sips on his coffee, you ask him with your chin in the palm of your hand, "how's the coffee by the way?"

"it's good! it's a cafe.."

"au lait," you finish and he nods. "it's good. I usually stick with an iced-americano because I never know what to expect with all these fancy-named drinks." you laugh, failing to observe the growing smile on hendery's face as he watches your nose scrunch cutely. "you can count on me to teach you coffee 101, as long as you would be willing to teach me how to play the drums," you tell him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. once you see your car in the vicinity, you slow the pace of your steps, and hendery follows your speed. there's a restlessness in the air because the night is almost over and it's apparent that neither of you wants it to end. hendery huffs after a moment of silence and turns to you, eyes boring into your own, and with determination, he asks, "I would like to see you again, y/n if that's okay with you? it's been so long since I've started dating again, and I genuinely enjoyed every minute of tonight. I want to get to know you more, y/n." you blink up at him, and heat creeps up your neck but you bite your lip and nod. "I would like that, hendery. I had a great time tonight as well." hendery lights up and as you unlock your car with one hand, he reaches for the other one. stunned, you turn to him and he pulls you into a warm embrace. his arms wrap around you and it feels nice. you return the action, bringing your arms up around his torso. it feels like it's only been a few seconds, but you get an annoying buzz in your back pocket (who you assume is yangyang) that startles you. you reluctantly let go of hendery, chuckling when you hear a small sound of displeasure from him.

"I've gotta go now, hendery. thank you for an amazing evening," you tell him and you sit in your car, and once you start your car, hendery jolts in his spot and knocks on your window. you roll it down, and he scratches the back of his head, "I forgot to ask for your number." you giggle, and give him the ten digits he's longed for all evening. "I've just sent you a text," he says and starts to walk backward, waving at you. "text me when you get home, y/n!" your heart warms at the gesture. "I will, hendery! drive safe!" you yell out as his silhouette gradually gets smaller. "you too! bye!" moments later, the two of you have gone your separate ways, and as soon as you get home you remind yourself to do two things: 1) text yangyang about the details of the evening (of course, you must not forget to thank him as well) and 2) text hendery that you've made it home safely, with a smile on your face and the rapid beating of your heart.

hello!

my request is: 19. "did you just call me 'dude'?" with bts jimin, please & thank you :)

prompt: “did you just call me ‘dude’?”

genre/trope: fluff, humor/ idol!au

warnings: none

pairing: park jimin x reader

word count: 741

“we’re about to start the game, are you coming, y/n?” you hear namjoon’s voice call for you as you finish changing. you called the boys over for a game night at your place so that they could relax after the past few tiring months of packed schedules. “yep, give me a minute!” the conversation happening just outside your room, where all the boys are seated, is focused on jimin. “are you going to confess to y/n tonight?” jimin nods sheepishly. “I’m nervous, but it’s taken me forever to build up the courage. I hope everything goes okay.” yoongi reassures him, “you’ll be okay, don’t worry. I know y/n likes you back, so there’s no way you’ll be turned down.” just then, the door to your room opens, and you come out in your pajamas and glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose. “alright, let’s play Jenga!” 

you were divided into teams of two: you, hoseok, jimin and jungkook were on one team, and seokjin, yoongi, namjoon, and taehyung were on the other team. “shut up, I need complete silence,” seokjin breathily said as he slowly pushed a block out towards him and very gently placed it to the top of the tower. now it was your turn, and up until now, you’d been doing well. unlike seokjin, you didn’t want complete silence so you’d asked everyone to make as much noise as they wanted to during your turn. “wow, y/n, you are one weirdo. when everyone needs the room to be pin-drop silent to play the game, you want us to treat this place like it’s a damn coffee shop!” taehyung exclaimed and you smiled. “don’t call y/n weird, it’s cute,” jimin mumbled the last part but sure enough, you heard it. at that moment, your hand fumbled and everyone watched in horror as the tower wiggled and fell. the sound of blocks toppling over caused you guys to quiet down. you felt your ears go hot, and you quickly stood up. “I’m uh, just gonna go grab something to drink real quick,” and you went into the kitchen fast. did jimin just call you cute?

jimin stared back at the boys, the color from his face drained. “what are you doing sitting here? go follow y/n!” jungkook told the older boy and nodded quickly before following suit. “are you okay, y/n?” you were startled by the voice but when you looked over, you saw jimin standing, waiting for a response. “hey, yeah, everything’s okay, dude.” jimin’s jaw dropped. “did you just call me ‘dude’?” you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and nervously sipped it before speaking, “yeah, is that a bad thing?” jimin’s nose scrunched in dissent. “yeah, because you essentially bro-zoned me, which is not what I wanted to happen. especially not tonight.” now it’s your turn for your jaw to drop. you raise your eyebrows, “oh? does it have anything to do with you calling me cute?” jimin bit his lip nervously and nodded. “I was going to confess to you tonight, but you calling me ‘dude’ threw me off!” you feel a smile slowly growing on your face and you laugh. “you idiot, there’s still time! you can still confess to me!” jimin looked up at you, a bright glint in his eyes. “really?” you nod, setting the bottle down and coming closer to him.

he inhales deeply, “y/n, you are one of the people that I care deeply about. I think about you all the time and you’ve become my motivation and strength behind all my performances. in short, I like you a lot.” your gaze softened at the heartfelt words that left jimin’s mouth and you wrap your arms around his shoulders in a hug. his arms instinctively fall to grip your waist as he hugs you back and you feel his heart thumping in his chest. “I like you too, jimin.” he sighs in relief and pulls away to look you in the eyes. “will you go out with me?” you let go of him and grab his hands, intertwining your fingers. “yes, jimin, I’d love that.” you two continue to stare at each other until you both flinch when you hear taehyung yell, “alright, you two, let’s continue the games please!” and you laugh, holding jimin’s hand as he leads the two of you back to the rest of your friends.

a/n: I had the BIGGEST writer’s block these past few days, so I hope you liked it! <3