Fic: Youtuber Guk - Tumblr Posts

this was so adorable🥺🥺

pranking my boyfriend (gone wrong!) [not clickbait!]

pairing: jeongguk x reader 

genre/warnings: youtuber!au, established relationship, fluff, like so much fluff we been knew they’re the cheesiest couple ever, also guk is the sweetest ever

word count: 1,412

summary: the one where you pretend to break jeongguk’s camera or it’s literally just based off that one video ask me if you don’t know what i mean because it’s adorable

You weren’t sure who you were telling to be quiet, finger pressed into pursed lips and directed at the wide camera lens staring back at you from it’s hidden position beyond a variety of trinkets littering a dresser in your bedroom. Two steps back and you registered it wasn’t hidden enough, the blink of the red recording light mocking you, the bulky black plastic not shielded in the slightest by Jeongguk’s favorite turtle shaped paperweight or a tangled mass of lanyards he’d acquired over various conventions. 

You eyed his collection of caps where they hung on a neat rack on the wall, internal light bulb causing you to dart for one, retrieving a black one in a mess of other mundane grey and navy and white. The force in which you stepped back, already stretched in an awkward position on your toes to reach, rattled the rack against the wall, effectively dislodging a few others such as two bucket hats in shades of beige previously balanced to the top of the rack resting on no real hook. 

The camera caught your full bodied wince, shoulders scrunching up to your ears, holding the black baseball cap to your chest like a prize for the unintentional chaos you’d just created. When your heart rate calmed enough to be productive, you opened the hat, tossing it over the camera so that the lens peeked out from the bill. Not perfect, but better. Your fleeting thumbs up to the camera was barely in shot as you slid around the corner, collecting his hats in armfuls and replicating the previous pattern the best you could manage. 

With a huff and a hint of sweat curling into your hairline, you returned in view of the camera to whisper, “I think it’s me that needs to be quiet—”

“Babe? Baby!” A door shutting. Rubber soles hitting the wall. Socked feet padding closer. The sound of a plastic bag hitting the countertop. “Where are you? Tae sent me home with bananas from that tree he’s been genetically engineering on him and Jimin’s back porch—”

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