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Can i request a drabble with Newbie Assistant reader! x jing yuan? I've been thinking (daydreaming) abt this for a while with my delulu brain. From what qingzu says, he prefers everyone adress him as jing yuan. And not full title.

OR

Where reader is his wife and he can't go 1 minute without hugging her and worst part, she works at the seat of divine foresight and everyone at the seat has to witness his love sick behavior. I imagine especially fu xuan will be pissed like 'get to work, general!'

Honestly just a food for thought u don't have to take this srsly. Luv u, byeee <33

A/n: Anon you got my gears turning with this food and you have successfully dragged me out of the hole of writer's block. Thank you for that and I really hope you enjoy this little drabble I made, specifically for the second prompt! Man I love this man I wanna eat him. Just imagine him with a wife that's also on the strict side and just knows to get him back to his work but he just wants another kiss before he lets her leave his embrace-

Content: female reader, fluff, drabble

Big arms find their place around her waist and before she can pluck them off, Jing Yuan has slotted himself against her back. His chin rested on top of her shoulder and his golden eyes sluggish dragged their gaze over the documents his lovely wife was working on sorting out. A signature smile remained plastered over his lips even when he felt the scolding words bubble in your throat.

He never shared her shyness, as he called it, in the workplace. It was nothing that could damage either of their reputation, a little bit of hugging and a few cheek kisses here and there - if anything, he held firm belief that more warm displays of affection could even make the workplace be less stagnant. Why does everyone have to be so stiff? Jing Yuan knew to not cross any boundaries that could make his affections be perceived as something odd or even bad. But in an empty office, like the state it was in now, where no one paid them any mind, he really couldn’t help but pounce at the opportunity. 

“Have you finished your paperwork so soon today, General?” she’d bite at him with her words, fully familiar with his tendencies to neglect the piling papers on his desk. 

“Certainly. For today I have done the amount my hands could endure” Jing Yuan responded with a peck to the side of her exposed neck, smiling into her skin when he smelled some of his soap there. She smelled so warm, so relaxing, and it made him squeeze her in his arms just a little more. He heard his love exhale at his squeeze, and despite the facade she tried to keep on, he could see traces of a smile on her pretty lips when he lifted his gaze. “And what did we say about name calling? I’m Jing Yuan to you, your white lion, your husband, am I not?” He playfully nips at her ear, his warm breath fanning across her skin and making her hairs stand on their ends. “Or have you decided to take back your vows all of a sudden?” That gains a reaction out of you, a huff of a chuckle flying past your mouth at the absurd way he delivered that question. He sounded so serious about it, offended even, making her shift in his embrace.

“Jing Yuan-”

“You just keep gaining more beauty, my love, do you know?”

A long sigh and her shaking her head tell him enough, and he smiles when he sees her smile. “Don’t try to weasel your way out of this. Unhand me now, my dearest husband-” she says it as if she hates it, swatting at his hands until their grip falters. She could swat at them all she wanted but she knew that getting him off of her in this instant would be like trying to separate a nail from the flesh. “You may have done what you think is all for today, but I have more work to get to.. Tell you what..” her eyes finally grace him with the attention of her gaze and he feels like kissing her again, but he refrains as to hear her out. “If you tend to all those papers I’ll pamper your scoundrel self once we are back home, hm? If you don’t, well you can expect the cold shoulder and the couch as your bedroom until it gets done” 

“You are too cruel to me, my dear, you hurt me so..” he feigns offense, all while he leans in and litters her cheek with feather kisses before he finally gets to her lips. One of his hands had snuck its way up and held her other cheek in its palm, tilting her head towards him as he pressed his lips against hers. 

"You know I must resort to rougher measures when you're slacking off-" "Shhh.." he hushes her and places another kiss to her mouth.

Safe to say, that paperwork did get done later. And Jing Yuan got to enjoy a really touchy afternoon with you in his arms. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

Drabble List (Smut/Angst/Fluff)

“Give it back,” “Make me,”

“Were you even listening?”

“How do I look?”

“Like what you see?

“It’s the thought that counts.”

“Let me kiss you.”

“Or... we could just get naked.”

“I don’t wanna fall asleep without you.”

“It’s true, I really love you.

“Don’t hide from me, I wanna see your pretty little face.”

“Why did you do that?

“I like your ____, it’s/they’re cute.”

“Speak up, baby girl.”

“Don’t cry, please.”

“Stop, that tickles!”

“So fucking tight for me.”

“Who hurt you?”

“Dance with me”

“Careful how you look at me, you might start something,”

“Forget it.”

“Let’s cuddle.”

“No panties?”

“You can do better than me.”

“Can we keep it?”

“You’re so fun to tease.”

“I need you.”

“You’re hair is a mess.”

“Shit, you’re so wet.”

“Don’t be scared.”

“I’m hungry, Jagiya.”

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.

Hey! Can you do crisis talk with yoongi? Like, their conversation getting less and less and yoongi realized it and change. I hope you can understand, love you! Fluff angsty?

Disclaimers: The above gif was made and edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just please give me credit for the edit. The gif and the title of this drabble are from the mv and song, “I Need U” by BTS.

Hi kutie! I understood perfectly (I hope), thank you for your request! I love the way you put it as a “crisis talk!” 😂 Believe me, any hard conversation with Yoongi would definitely be a crisis in my book. I love writing angst for Yoongi as well, it just comes so naturally with him as I imagine him to be a brooding, hard-working somewhat-introvert who only lets loose around people he really knows and loves. Anyway, hope you like! 💜

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Angsty angst, swears, Yuqi from (G)I-DLE magically appears, Yoongi being an asshole, crying, some yelling.

Word Count: 1,550

“Because of you, I’m becoming ruined.

I don’t wanna stop, I don’t want you anymore.

I can’t do this, this sucks.

…

I’m sorry (I hate you)

I love you (I hate you)

Forgive me.”

~ “I Need U” by BTS

Translation I used can be found here.

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I Need U Girl (Yoongi Drabble~Angst, Fluff)

Yoongi stood as still as a statue, hands shoved in his pockets. If he even breathed, he was afraid you’d hear him, whip open the door, and scold him for even daring to be there. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but he understood why it was what it was. He pushed you away, after all. It all started that fateful night when he was trying to work and you were being your usual goofy self.

“Yoongi, oh my god, look at this meme,” you giggled, placing your phone in front of his face.

Yoongi paused what he was doing for a few seconds to read it, then gave out a half-hearted laugh. “Wow, that’s… that’s funny.”

A couple minutes later, you were watching a Youtube video and you laughed out loud, the sound reverberating off the walls into his head. That was when the frustration started to well up. You knew he was working, couldn’t you be quieter?

It was when you started humming as you scrolled through your phone that he completely lost it. “Y/n!” he barked, causing you to jump. “Can you please stop?”

“Sorry,” you muttered.

But that wasn’t enough to quell the destructive flame of Yoongi’s rage. He had a bad day today. BigHit’s producers rejected his latest submission for a new album track, telling him it was too raw, too rough, and he needed to majorly clean it up before submitting it again.

And if that wasn’t enough, practice between the BTS members also went badly. It was like they were totally out of sync. After two full hours of nothing but trying and failing to learn the new choreography, Hobi threw his hands up and said there was no point. They’d just have to come back tomorrow and hope it went better.

On top of all that, Yoongi went to a cafe to pick up a coffee, thinking it would cheer him up, and some asshole bumped into him, causing his drink to spill everywhere. When he came home, you cooed over him and did your best to clean him up and make him feel better, but unfortunately, everything you did had the exact opposite effect. Yoongi felt smothered by your antics, and when he sat down to work, the apartment seemed too small for the both of you.

Long story short, life was shit, everything had gone to shit, everything was shit, and now, Yoongi was sick of your shit. “Y/n, you know I’m trying to work!” he growled.

You held up your hands. “I said I was sorry.”

“That’s not good enough! Look, you need to leave. I need some space, I need to finish this, so please, just… just leave.”

You stared at him, open-mouthed. Was he serious? You and Yoongi had been dating for a year now, and you knew there were going to be some bumps in the road when you moved in together a month ago, but you never expected this.

“Fine,” you said, getting up. “I’ll leave.” You pulled on some pants, grabbed a jacket and purse, and went out the door. Yoongi huffed and tried to get back to work, but his attention was all over the place now. After another unsuccessful hour, he gave up and started to get ready for bed.

You still hadn’t come home when he crawled under the covers, so he shot you a text.

Yoongles ❤️ (11:34pm): Hey, I’m sorry. You can come home now.

You didn’t respond, and Yoongi ended up falling asleep. The next morning, he found you asleep on the couch, still fully clothed, your body curled up around yourself the way you used to curl up against him.

Ever since that night, you slowly began to pull away from Yoongi, but the sad part was, he didn’t even realize it ‘til yesterday. He knew you were more distant than usual, but he shrugged it off as a side-effect of the fight, thinking you’d get over it. He hadn’t noticed how your laughter didn’t come as often, or how your hugs and kisses were getting more and more brief. He didn’t heed the warning signs, like how you didn’t make love anymore, or how you seemed to be spending more time with friends than with him.

Yesterday, though, he looked around and realized he hadn’t seen you in almost a week. You had texted him each night, letting him know you were sleeping over at your best friend’s house, so he knew where you were, but that didn’t comfort him any. In fact, it served to drive home just how much he fucking missed you. Missed your scent, missed your laugh, missed the way you included him in everything you did. He even missed the way your hair stuck up in every direction in the morning and how husky your voice sounded when you just woke up. He missed the way you’d stand there in nothing but one of his t-shirts, cooking breakfast as he tried not to stare. He missed everything about you, and he wanted it back no matter how badly he screwed up.

Which left him here, standing at the front door of your best friend’s house, wondering how in the hell he could make this right. Yoongi gathered his courage, raised his fist, and knocked.

He heard shrieks of laughter, one of which was unmistakable yours, when Yuqi threw open the door. “Food is–”

She stopped short when she saw Yoongi standing there instead of a delivery person. Yuqi put her hands on her hips, tossing him a ferocious glare. Uh-oh. If Yuqi was mad, it meant you had told her your boyfriend was being a jackass. “Is Y/n here?” Yoongi said, trying not to let her death-glare bother him.

“She is.”

“Can I see her?”

“That depends.”

“Yuqi,” your voice said, appearing from behind her. “I’ve got this.”

“Fine. I’ll just be down the street picking up a coffee.”

She grabbed her purse and left, pushing past Yoongi roughly. He gave her back an incredulous look before turning to you. “Hi,” he said timidly.

“Hi.”

“Can I come in?”

You nodded and stepped back to let him in. Yoongi twisted his hands around each other, trying to think of how to begin as you both settled onto Yuqi’s couch. “How have you been?” he asked.

“Fine.”

If Yoongi had asked that question at any other time, you would’ve answered with a full paragraph, gesturing and all. The way you only gave him that single syllable let him know you were hurt, and he hung his head as he realized he was the reason for that hurt.

“Are you gonna come back home today?” he mumbled.

You crossed your arms. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On if you want me back home.”

“Of course I want you back home.”

“Do you? Did you even notice I was gone?”

“Of course I fucking noticed!”

You winced and Yoongi instantly regretted his sharp tone. “Sweetheart, please. I know I’ve been a total ass, and there’s no excuse in the world I can give for that. Despite what’s going on at work or in other areas of my life, I should always treat you with kindness and respect.”

You let out a choked sob, and Yoongi looked up to see your eyes filled with tears. “I did it for you, you know,” you croaked. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore, so I decided to put some distance in between us. I thought maybe if I did that, the break-up would be less painful.”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide as he realized just how extensive the damage he’d done was. He was afraid you’d push him away, but at this point, he didn’t care. He came and sat next to you, wrapping you in his arms which, of course, only made you cry harder. “Shhhh,” he murmured soothingly, rubbing circles on your back. “Sweetheart, please. Don’t cry. I don’t want to break up with you. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you sniffled.

You drew apart and Yoongi smiled as he looked into your beautiful, watery eyes. “I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”

You coughed out a laugh. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”

“Let’s get your stuff and get you home, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You spent the next few minutes texting Yuqi, letting her know you worked things out and were heading back home, and gathering your things. As you were looking for a shirt you misplaced, Yoongi suddenly grabbed you and spun you around, causing you to shriek.

He pressed his lips to yours, claiming your mouth in a way only he could. “I couldn’t wait another second,” he murmured as he drew back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I never want you to wait to kiss me again.”

“I never will.”

He kissed you again, fervently, passionately, and you groaned as he brushed his tongue along your bottom lip. “Maybe when we get home, I can continue making this up to you,” Yoongi said breathlessly, cocking an eyebrow.

You smirked. “Maybe.”

Shortly after that, you both left, fingers intertwined the same way your souls were intertwined. Every day after that, Yoongi never failed to let you know how much he loved you and wanted you in his life.

Hello sweetheart, I just read namjoon drabble and I like it. But I'm sorry I can't read smut bcs I'm fasting rn :( can you do a part 2 just with fluff? I'm sorry I talk too much but I love you!!

Disclaimer: The above gif was made and edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just please give me credit for the edit. I made it from the commercial BTS did for the LG G7 Thinq phone, all credit to them and BigHit. The gif below is from Tenor.

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This is how quickly I turned around on that smut idea when you told me you were fasting, kutie anon. Alright my love, fluff you shall have!! Enjoy 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Fluffy, fluffy fluff. Swears. Such kuteness!

Word Count: 514

Summary: Namjoon makes it up to you and then some after being late to date night, but are all your problems resolved?

“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.” ~ Charles Bukowski

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Red Flame (Namjoon Drabble, Fluff) Part Two 

Something warm and heavy slung over you, and you grunted. “What the… what’s happening…?”

You half-opened your eyes to see your bedroom with bright light streaming through the crack in the curtains. Looking down, you saw an arm slung over your waist and memories of last night came flooding in… The playful teasings, the sighs that turned into screams, and no less than three times of obtaining the ultimate pleasure. Namjoon was something else.

“Baby?” he murmured, his voice husky from non-use.

You hummed in response and turned over, cuddling up to his chest as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. As you began to form coherent thoughts, you remembered not only the amazing time you had, but also how angry you were. He promised he would do better next time, but you weren’t so sure. After all, he made similar promises before.

A week later, you decided to put Namjoon to the test once more. “We haven’t had much time alone lately,” you said over breakfast.

Joon merely hummed in response, looking around for his keys.

“I was thinking maybe we could go out one night… or maybe, stay in?”

Catching the way your voice went up as your tone grew hopeful, Namjoon looked at you, realizing what you wanted. “Date night?” he said, sitting back down and grabbing one of your hands in his.

You smiled. “Date night.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

As the day descended into evening, you took extra care in getting ready. You put on a light blue wrap-around dress that had cute ruffles and tied in the front with a bow, pairing it with some white flats, and wavy curls. Finally, tonight was the night.

At precisely 6:55, you heard a honk outside. “What the hell?” you thought, peeking outside. Joon’s car was there. He was… early?

You went outside and opened the passenger door, revealing Namjoon dressed in a scrumptious collared black shirt and slacks. His hair was freshly combed, and silver glinted in his ears, making you go weak in the knees. You could hardly believe he was all yours.

The date couldn’t be any more perfect. He took you to a beautiful-yet-casual restaurant, a movie, and finally ended the night presenting you with a rose as the car stopped at a stoplight. “I hope,” Namoon said, looking at you tenderly. “That tonight more than proves that you are my number one priority.”

You blushed, glee spreading from the tip-top of your head down to your toes. “It does. Thank you, Joon.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You knew this was far from the last bump in the road of your relationship, though. There would be many times where he would be gone, or wouldn’t be able to devote more than a few minutes to you. However, you knew you would always be in his mind, and more importantly, his heart. After all, he was your soulmate, and your love was forged in the most furious of fire, making it both strong and durable. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

★ ··· open for requests!! <3 (soft thoughts, fic, drabble etc. for svt!)

[a silly wish - 6:47pm]

I wished for one to do once I was in a relationship. To dance in the rain with my lover. Now the warm hands that rest on my waist and my cheek perfectly contrast the cold rain. Our clothes are soaked but we don’t give a damn, too immersed in the love that’s overflowing from our eyes. No words are exchanged, the look in our eyes does much better than words anyway, that’s how it’s always been with them.

Lopsided smiles plaster our faces and we both just know, as if we were the same person but in two different bodies. The kiss shared between us is so devastatingly soft, sweet and it’s as if they’re pouring all their love into that kiss, it’s enough for me to feel the love throughout my body and soul. The kiss makes me feel like I am their sun, stars, and moon. I feel so happy, so loved and I want them to know that I love them just as much, no, much more. I reciprocate the kiss, pouring all my love into it and giving back. The moment is so sweet, it’s like I’m dreaming. The kiss is broken just to look into each other’s eyes again, soak everything up before we have to get out of this reverie and back into the world. Our foreheads touch, soft smiles paint both our faces and I wrap my arms around their neck, playing with their wet locks, massaging their nape.

“I wish there was a better way of saying ‘I love you’, it feels overused and it’s just not enough to express in words how much I love you.” Eyes closed, I let out a sigh sounding disappointed in the lack of terms. Their shoulders shake with a quiet laugh before kissing my forehead, then both my cheeks. “...you’re like the first rays of sun that wakes the world and reminds them that there are beautiful things on this Earth. ‘Whatever you need will find you, you are in for something beautiful.’”--I pull them in close and bury my face in their neck, tiptoeing, “To me.. That’s what you are. A reminder that everything is worth it, that there are beautiful things here. Beautiful things like you.” Looking up from their neck to finally look at them. “I love you. So, so much,”

With them not being much of a talker, preferring their actions speak louder than their words, they just pull you closer– if that's even possible– and kiss you. This kiss is more passionate than the last. Their hand snakes up from my waist to my hair to tug gently.

“You… you make me. Complete me. Without you, I don’t think I have much purpose in this world. I’m so happy I found my way to you, my love.” They guide you to spin then dip, after all, we were dancing. The swift movement makes you giggle and they hold me in this position so I have no choice but to look them in the eye. The look of pure awe that comes from my lover’s eyes is enough to send me reeling, I actually find my breath hitching. They notice this and smirk– not a cocky one but a soft, amused one? My lover looks absolutely breathtaking. I don’t have much time to adore their features before he pulls me back up on two feet, bodies swaying to the nonexistent melody.

“God, life is full of uncertainty but you- I’ve never been so sure about something before. I am 100% certain that I love you.” They say with a rare grin. I can’t help but swoon, any normal person would if they would see them like this. I can’t help but kiss under their beautiful eyes. I’m in this forever aren’t I?