REALLY Good Friends

REALLY Good Friends

C.(S). DPR Live x F.Reader + a lil bit of Scott and Ian | WC. 1669 | G. Fluff + Tiniest bit of angst | Prompt. Can u write for dpr about how ur a really good friend of him, and everyone thinks u guys should be together, but u and dabin just never discussed it and so it startssss

*Flashback*

You and Live were just chilling at Subway, during one of his breaks, discussing which sub toppings were the best, but to everyone else, you two were in a full on heated argument. 

   “I said it once and I’m gonna say it again, olives on subs are gross af”, you huffed. 

   “Just because you’re an olive hater doesn’t mean you’re right”, argued Live. 

   “Ask anybody and they’ll say olives taste gross, ESPECIALLY on subs”.

While you two continued to argue, one of Live’s co-workers came out from the back to see who and what was causing a ruckus in the shop. You knew most of his co-workers, as you came by often, but this particular girl was new and never met you, which would explain why she said what she did. 

   “Oh, Dabin I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, she’s quite pretty” she remarked. 

As soon as the words left her mouth you nearly choked on your drink. Live patted your back to help you out, slightly chuckling. You threw him another glare and quickly cleared up the confusion. 

   “Ummm, I’m not his girlfriend, just his best-friend who happens to be a girl”, you explained awkwardly. 

You and the girl made some awkward eye contact before she laughed slightly and apologized for the misunderstanding. The whole fiasco left you red with embarrassment and Live just laughed at your expense.

*Present*

You crack up remembering that day. After that delicate encounter, you and that girl were always super awkward with each other, hoping to avoid each other whenever possible. You wished that was the first and last time people mistook you and Live as a couple, but luck never worked in your favour. It happened constantly with even your friends purposely teasing the two of at any given time. You had never fully seen Live in that way, to you, he remained your best friend who just so happened to be a guy; your brother from another mother, a lad from another dad, closest guy friend, you never thought of him as a boyfriend — right?. You were almost 99.99% sure Live felt the same way and only saw you as a sister, yet little did you know, the thought of dating you crossed his mind pretty often. At first he also thought it was stupid when everyone mistook as you as a couple, however, the more he dwelled on subject, the more he understood it from a different perspective. The two of you understood one another without needing to say anything, but also the bond and chemistry between you was undeniable. Christian had even thought of casting you in one the videos as Live’s love interest but you always laughed it off, which to admit, deep down kind of stung. You both lay in your beds wondering how it would be to become an actual couple. As amazing and loyal Live was, you didn’t want to risk your entire friendship if it didn’t work out between you. Deciding to dwell on it another day, you close your eyes hoping to catch some sleep.

*A Few Weeks Later*

Live had a show on tonight, so you being the amazing friend you were, decided to go and support him. Arriving at the club you showed the bouncer your invitation and he escorted you to the VIP area where you were greeted oh so enthusiastically by the DPR crew. 

   “Well damn you look great!” remarked Scott

   “Oh dang he’s right, you sure you aren’t here to impress a certain someone?”, added Christian with a wink. 

You rolled your eyes, there it was, the neverending teasing, luckily Live saved you just in time.

    “Leave her be guys, she dressed up for herself not some guy” defended Live

Always a gentleman you thought, though you couldn’t deny the comment made blush slightly. 

You two conversed until he moved around to talk to some other artists. You sipped your drink and observed everyone. The staff and the boys were busy preparing for the performance while Live joked around with a group of girls. You continued to watch him laugh, talk, and then laugh again as some girls put their hands on his bicep and move closer. There was something wrong, why were they laughing so much? Why did those girls keep touching him?, didn’t he have to get ready for his performance? So why was he still standing there?

Without thinking you walked over and pulled slightly on his arm. 

   “Live it’s almost time for your performance” you spoke urging him to move away. 

He did have to go but he wanted to spend a bit of time annoying you

    “Yea, yea I’ll be there in a bit” he replied, turning back to laugh at something else one of the girls remarked. 

For a few minutes you two continued this small banter until one of the girls told you off

   “You really have to go now” 

   “He said he’ll be there in a bit, so just give him some space” she retorted. 

Hurt, you retracted your arm and walked away without another word. You ordered another drink and went to find a comfortable seat. 15 minutes later the host announced it was Live’s time to perform, as he got on stage he looked around for you hoping to catch your eye. The club was a little dark and the fact that you had on dark clothes didn’t help either, nonetheless he continued to look for you. 

He started his first set with To Myself, then followed by Know Me and Laputa, all the while hoping to catch you before a big reveal. You were seated off the side, almost hidden, quietly sipping your drink; the 3rd drink of the night that is. You bobbed along to the songs while letting the alcohol do its magic. Suddenly the stage lights dimmed and changed to a purple glow, with a soft instrumental playing in the background, Live began to speak. 

   “This song is dedicated to an extremely special person, they have been with me for a long time. They are one of my biggest supporters, after my mom of course.” everyone laughed, even you. He continued, 

   “I feel at peace and comfortable being around them so at first I thought of them like a sibling and my best friend, but for a while my feelings towards them have changed. They probably don’t know this but they are one of my biggest muses and inspiration behind my songs and stories. I’ve already said a lot so I’ll stop now, but that person is here tonight so I hope they pay close attention to the lyrics of this new song. Please enjoy my new single Jasmine”. 

He finished his mini speech, the previous instrumental started and he began to sing.

“You know I can paint the world

Sitting there in black and gold

You’re the perfect chemical

I gotta test I gotta know

You know I’m no criminal

But I could take your heart and go

You’re the perfect chemical

I gotta test I gotta gotta”

Half of you felt giddy and happiness inside but the other half was confused and worried. Was Live even talking about you?

You thought back to his words, there weren’t any other girls he had known longer than you or that you knew of. He always said how you were like a sister he never had and one of his best friends, but lately he hadn't even uttered those words to you or about you. If he really did have feelings for you, did you have any for him?. Earlier this evening you were jealous with the attention he got from those girls and how they kept touching and laughing with him. Tonight wasn’t the first time you felt this way, whenever you two went out and he pointed out a cute girl without fail there was almost a small ache in your heart hearing him talk about other women. Opposite of that, you couldn’t help the flutter and burst of happiness in your heart whenever he did something silly or complimented you. “Oh shit”, was all you thought, you DID like him.

Until now the only thing stopping you from confessing or actually acknowledging your feelings was losing the friendship but now that he indirectly confessed, to hell with fear you thought. You were pulled out of your thoughts when the song stopped playing and a spotlight shone on you.

   “Hey Y/n!” Live sang. 

Looking up, your eyes adjusting to the light, you made eye contact with Live and there it was, the flutter. 

The boys motioned you to come up and without a second thought your legs started to walk towards the stage. You finally reached, but before you could go up onto the stage, Live came down. 

You two stared at each other, just blushing for god knows how long until Scott finally yelled at you two, 

   “For my sake please just kiss already!!!” he shouted from backstage. 

The crowd was laughing and cheering the two of you. He rubbed the back of neck and shyly approached you, taking your hands in his. Leaning his forehead on yours he whispered,

    “Can I kiss you?” 

You nodded and shut your eyes, feeling his lips meet yours. 

The flutter in your heart turned into fireworks and the butterflies in your stomach were uncontrollable but in a pleasant way. You two finally pulled apart for a breath of air, breathlessly he gently asked, 

   “Will you be my Jasmine?” flashing you a charming smile. 

You pretending to ponder over his question and saw the smile start to drop the longer you stayed quiet. Smirking, you hugged him in the tightest grip you could muster up. The crowd and DPR crew cheered for the both of you and once again Jasmine started to play on the speakers. This time even you sang along but in the comfort of Live’s arms where he didn’t let you go for the remainder of the night, not that you were complaining. Maybe everyone was right, you two were a good couple and definitely more than friends.

⥄:A/N:⥃ I am so so so sorry to the person who requested this, I hope this story fits what your request asked.

i wanna be friends with other nct writers that’ll read my stories and i’ll read their stories and we’ll talk about our stories :(

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C.(S). Bambam x Reader | WC. 560 | G. Fluff | Request. Hi again! " May I request for the drabble game one this time with GOT7, please? With #17 & #24. Thanks. ^^" Multifandom Kpop Drabble Game; #17 “I’ll walk you home” and #24 “Take my jacket, its cold outside”

After a long month of hard work, blood, sweat and stress Bambam finally had a day off, and after a month away from you he was stuck to you like glue. Both of you spent the day lounging around in bed or on the couch and of course Bambam didn’t let go of until you forcefully pried him off to go to the washroom.

“Bambam sweetie I know you missed me but please get off me, I need to go pee” you whine trying to shove him off.

“But babe you’re so warm, I don’t wanna let go” he pouted.

You really needed to go and Bambam refused to cooperate, so you used all your strength to push him which half worked, he fell on the floor but dragged you with him. Falling on top of him was quite an impact and loosened his grip on your waist allowing you to break free and use the washroom. Little did you know he was waiting for you outside the washroom.

“You gave me a booboo” he grumbled shoving his finger in your face.

"Aw is my little baby hurt?” you cooed, gently kissing his finger.

“I need more than a kiss to feel better” he argued, you rolled your eyes knowing well what he wanted. Right then an idea popped into your head. “

"What if we go to food market and I buy you ice cream?” you asked sweetly hoping he would agree.

He stared at you with slitted eyes, “Ice cream and sushi” he bargained

“Done”

You both shook hands sealing the deal. 

As promised, you bought Bambam ice cream and sushi which he shared being a caring boyfriend he was. You two spent the rest of day window shopping and trying out various samples at the food market. It wasn’t until the sun set that a cool wind started to blow, it was the beginning of September, so it wasn’t exactly freezing but still cold enough to send chills down your spine.

After a while of watching, you rub your arms up and down to generate some warmth, Bambam offered you his jacket .

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

 “No thanks, I’m good” you assured refusing the jacket.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn” he groaned, putting the jacket on your shoulders. “See isn’t that nicer?” he asked.

Smiling you muttered a soft “Thanks”.

With your hands interlocked you two walked under the moonlight with a comfortable silence surrounding you both. Suddenly his phone rang, mumbling an apology he took the call moving near a bench he motioned for you sit at. With what seemed like an hour his call finally ended.

“Bad news baby, manager hyung needs us all for an emergency meeting” he announced. You let out a sigh understanding his emergency, he was an idol, and you were used to it.

“You should probably hurry up and go before they get impatient” ushering him towards the direction of JYP.

“Wow I can’t believe you’re trying to get rid of me” he gasped faking a hurt look. You looked at him with a disapproved look. “I’m kidding, I told manager hyung that I would drop you home and then come,” he explained.

“Come on, I’ll take you home” he motioned reaching for your hand. Interlocking hands once again, you both headed home.

A/N: My second scenario/imagine, tell me how it turned out and please don’t be afraid to request scenarios/imagines.

Can u write for dpr about how ur a really good friend of him, and everyone thinks u guys should be together, but u and dabin just never discussed it and so it startssss

Super sorry for completing this so late.

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