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[coffee-for-himchan]

From Enemies To Lovers (Yoo Youngjae x reader)

Requested by: a lovely anon

Word count: 4.1 k+

Genre/warnings: fluff/angst ❤🔥(more fluff tho, I think)

Summary: Working for B.A.P wasn’t easy, but it was fun. Well, up until you had to be faced with Youngjae, since, for some reason, he hadn’t really been keen on your presence and company from the very start, which had caused you two to develop a rather interesting, sarcasm and maybe even hate filled relationship. But ever since a few past events that had taken place not too long ago, things have slightly shifted and changed, and he was left clueless on what to do and how to feel. You actually made his heart skip a beat. And when he upset you by his words and actions, he was determined to make it all up. And make it happen.

“Guess who’s dissatisfied again?“

With a sigh, you turned around to take a look at Daehyun. The playfully amused smirk that was plastered all over his face was reason enough for you to quickly develop a strong desire to slap him across his face. But you gulped it down, reminding yourself he wouldn’t look all that pretty in tonight’s performance with a bright red hand print on his face. And after all, he wasn’t the cause of your troubles, was he?

No. It was no other than Youngjae, just as always, and you groaned, knowing this was about to get sarcastic and possibly even mean again.

“Let me guess,” you turned your head back to face the clothing racks, continuing to sort everything that was there, “You told me you liked it-”

“Ouou, before you continue, this jacket’s sooo coool, I love it! You did a great job picking it!” he was basically bouncing up and down, flashing smiles and showing his full energy. As always, no matter where he was or what he was doing. He was just being his loud self.

“T-thanks..” you muttered shyly, your reflexes making you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “A-anyways.. You liked it. Yongguk oppa didn’t seem to have any issues with it either, and Himchan oppa flashed a big smile, saying something about looking like a star tonight in the outfit I got him. Yup was a thankful puppy and Jello’s smile was brighter than the sun. So who’s left?”

“I don’t know, remind me.”

“Yoo I-gonna-complain-even-though-it-couldn’t-get-any-better Youngjae.”

“Oh wow,” Daehyun chuckled, filling the room with heartwarming laughter, “I didn’t know Youngjae-ah even had something like a middle name.”

“Ahem ahem.”

You groaned a little after hearing the too familiar voice, and turned around to face the doorway. Youngjae was there, and, upon eyeing him up and down, you realized you’d really done wrong by picking that outfit.

He didn’t deserve to look that good tonight.

“Slowly getting a sore throat, I hear?” you tried not to spare him another glance, and turned away, going back to working, “I know a perfect way to lessen the strain on your voice - stop shouting that much. And complaining.”

“Only when you stop talking behind people’s backs,” he stepped forwards, and you braced yourself for another rather mean sarcastic fight.

“I didn’t know I had a middle name either. But thanks for enlightening me.”

You two slowly began to gather an audience. You were sure all the guys were watching, and so was all the staff that was in this room. It was a quite funny sight, after all. No one knew if you and Youngjae actually hated each other, because it didn’t really seem like it, even though you fought every minute of every day. It rather seemed like a way to cope with.. Different feelings.

“What’s wrong this time around?”

“Why the cutesy concept again?”

You chuckled a little. This wasn’t a black leather jacket/ripped jeans type of comeback. They had a softer style this time around, but you indeed found something extra pretty and cute especially for Youngjae. Because out of all, he pulled that style off the best - maybe even perfectly, but you were too salty to admit. Too bad he wasn’t having it, as he looked oh so gorgeous.

“Your face itself screams “cute”, Youngjae-ah. I can’t really fix your face up with a clothing choice-“

“You could try at least, and not just drown my frame out in an oversized sweater with an obnoxiously big ribbon and cutesy shorts.”

Daehyun, who’d been watching from nearby, chuckled at how close your faces were now - Youngjae’s hovering right above yours. “I can’t with you, guys. You’re so cute together-”

“No, we’re not!”

You froze on spot when you realized the same sentence had left your and Youngjae’s mouths simultaneously, and the wave of light chuckles that washed over the room didn’t really help the mood. You were a little frustrated now, but more than that - embarrassed.

“Saying sentences together like a couple. What’s going to be next-”

You didn’t slap him, but Youngjae did it instead, even if only lightly and as a warning of what would follow if he’d continue the same way.

“I mean, okay. Continue denying it, but it’s true-”

“It’s not!” you both growled, understanding you’d said this in perfect unison with each other as well and groaning in separate pitches, causing more chuckles. Youngjae threw you a look, and you didn’t quite understand what he meant by it.

For a second, his stare didn’t display any type of disagreement or displeasure. The look he gave you was soft, and, accompanied by how close he was, you were certain - this was only the look lovers gave each other. As if saying “he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, because he doesn’t know a thing about us, but we do. And that’s enough.”

“Forget it,” he quickly turned to face Daehyun, starting to walk past both of you, “We’re never going to be a thing.”

And with that, he left the room, and you were left with a chuckling Daehyun standing nearby and continuing the emotional torture.

“(Y/N), I’m being honest-”

“Go be honest somewhere else. Or I might slap you as well,” you muttered, finally making him leave with a last chuckle.

If only he knew.

Being a stylist for B.A.P had always seemed like a dream job to you. You had quite a lot of creative freedom, and seemed to please everyone with your work - even Youngjae, who oftentimes pretended not to like it. To be completely honest, you didn’t even know where you went wrong with him, as you got along amazingly good with the other five. Youngjae was just someone who you.. had different feelings for.

Okay, why not admit it, if you were already at it? You were head over heels for him when you met him first, and he seemed to show interest too, which had you on cloud nine. But, along the way, it all somehow died down. Sarcastic conversations became a thing, and, the more days passed, the more distant you became. Until all you did was throw around mean remarks and seemingly argue.

“Hey, are you salty about it?” Daehyun poked at Youngjae. They were about to go on stage and slay their performance, just as usual, yet Youngjae felt more off than ever. All because of you.

“Jaee..” Daehyun poked at him one more time, “Stop the silent treatment. It’s not my fault you can’t admit to the fact you’re in loooooovee.”

“Daehyun hyung, I’d beware if I were you,” Jongup said as Junhong near him cracked up at Youngjae’s reaction. Too bad Daehyun had backed off already - otherwise he would’ve gotten slapped again.

“Actually, if I were you, I’d go to apologize to (Y/N),” Yongguk quietly called from somewhere a little further away.

“What for!?”

“For acting like an asshole when she clearly only wishes the best for you,” Himchan nagged, and this time around his statements were approved by everyone around, “You keep pushing her away because your head refuses to cooperate with your heart. She doesn’t have to suffer from that.”

They were about to go on at every other moment now, and as the green light was given, they started to get into formation and position.

Youngjae glanced all around. This wouldn’t end well, he was certain, as his mind was elsewhere, not present in this environment. The fanchants had started and could be heard from here already, and as Daehyun practically pushed Youngjae out on stage, all faded away.

He knew he’d been feeling different about you for a while already. What started off as playful banter and escalated to an actually close to hateful relationship was slowly dying down every time he took a closer look at you now. He didn’t want to admit at first, but there was no escape from it anyways.

You’d actually grown on him, and he found himself developing feelings, all of them coming back to him now in the middle of the performance alongside old, close to repressed memories.

* * * * *

The cold wind was nibbling away at his ears, turning them a light shade of red, but he didn’t mind in the least. Sitting on the back entrance’s porch steps, he shivered a little, wishing he would’ve been smart enough to take a jacket along with him.

The skies were clear, yet his mind wasn’t, and as he tried to somehow collect it, he couldn’t help but hate the fact he was left alone yet again.

The guys were probably searching for him. Or if not searching, at least looking around to hopefully spot him somewhere. But he didn’t want to see them, as he wasn’t in the mood. Even if that conflicted with the previous statement - he simply didn’t want to. He just wanted to have someone around to tame his rising frustration and stay there with him all through it. Help him back up, as he’d fallen down a little lower today.

The door behind him creaked open, triggering a loud exhale from him. It had to be one of them. He had come to tell him to stop fooling around, get his ego together and come back. As always.

“Youngjae-ah, there you are.”

The voice he heard instead sent shivers down his spine, and just for a second he wanted you to wrap your arms around him from behind. Nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and warm him up, as his heart had been frozen cold for a while now. But rather than doing anything of that sort, or letting you do anything else, he didn’t even budge to turn to face you. He stared off into the distance, and only mumbled.

“Get lost.”

You sighed, and right as he thought he’d been too harsh and turned to apologize, you closed the door behind yourself with a thud, leaving him to be alone once again.

He’d screwed it up, hadn’t he? He sat, thinking. Maybe that’s why some people didn’t like him and didn’t get along with him? Maybe because he was too harsh, or was pushing them away. He had been mean to you because of clashes of opinions, and hell knows why else. He couldn’t even recall it.

All he knew was that he wasn’t sure if he had done right all this time, and if he’d offended you. 

“Here, idiot. Don’t freeze to death.”

Something soft and warm landed on his shoulders causing him to snap out of his trance and jump a little. You sat down beside him, and waited as he realized you’d brought him his coat so he wouldn’t freeze.

“How about I go get lost now?” you looked at him and chuckled lightly, starting to get up again, “Now I’ll at least be able to do so while being calm at heart. Now that I know that my favorite idiot won’t freeze to death out in the cold-”

“Stay,” he cut you off and got a hold of your arm, letting silence hang over for the few seconds that you spent considering and finally obeying.

He recalled it pouring out of his heart like a waterfall back then, and recalled sitting there with you for long. You had serious heart-to-heart talks, and even shared a few laughs. The feud was lost somewhere along the way, and kept on silently admiring you.

You knew he was having a hard time, and were even ready to put all the banter away. You were there for him when no one else was, and he, upon letting the evening extend into the night and eventually end.. Let it slip.

But not without developing feelings. Or well, slowly starting to do so, letting them take over completely in the following months.

* * * * *

“Youngjae hyung, are you alright?” he barely noticed how he’d gotten off stage, and dizzily turned to Jongup who was giving him a worried glance.

“Yeah.. Jongup-ah, I’ll just stay here for a little. Don’t wait up, just go,” he waved him away and walked to some nearby stairs, sitting down a little to catch his breath.

Truth to be said, it had been washing over him for the whole last three months, since that porch step conversation. And it had especially intensified in the last week. So was it maybe time to face the truth?

It had to be, as his mind kept travelling back to you. Despite remarks, you’d always been there. You were always on his team. You’d cheered on him multiple times when he thought no one would. You’d helped him through thick and thin, with or without commenting on his stupidity and inability to handle situations on his own.

You’d been there. And, despite often having different views and opinions, you’d made him fall for you. And, since he hated this sea of feelings, he felt like it was time to confess and wether get turned down or elevated. Hoping for the latter, he stood up, wandering back to the dressing room.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Went out a few minutes ago,” Junhong called from the couch, already dressed in comfy attire, “I think she said she needed to get some fresh air.”

“Yeah, she didn’t look all that happy either,” Daehyun added, walking past him, “I can already guess what the reason is.”

“Daehyun-ah, don’t you dare tell me it’s my fault-”

“I think it is,” Yongguk said, and when he spoke, no one interrupted. Everyone knew his opinion was usually closest to right, “She looked quite devastated since you stomped off earlier. For what reasons, I don’t know. But you maybe will have more of a clue on what’s going on.”

And even if he didn’t know, he sure was about to find out. Walking outside the room, he didn’t fail to grab his jacket from the hanger and leave to hopefully go in the right direction as soon as possible.

You were leaning over the railings, staring off into the distance with a full heart and mind. Life had become a little more painful now - well, not that it hadn’t been all along.

Maybe you were stupid for all of this, but you were still crushing hard. And you hated him oh so much at the same time. His words about you two never being a thing left your heart in a shattered state. He’d thrown them out as if it was nothing - as if you simply weren’t worth it, and he was too good for you, having the rights to talk like this. He’d talked harshly, and you were left aching again.

Oh god, how your heart ached, and you simply wanted to somehow mend it.

“Stop freezing out here and come in.”

Silence followed, and you gulped down potential tears. Why was he here? To tell you you’d done wrong once again, or to throw out a bad remark? You really weren’t in the mood for this. Or for anything involving him, really. You tried so hard to make him like you since you can remember, and he still seemed to have a hard time doing so. So why spend your life living in emotional agony, allowing your relationship to sink lower and lower every passing day while you could be a little more at peace with having him off of your radar completely?

“Get lost.”

You hoped he would, and when silence followed for a little too long, you thought he’d gone away without you noticing. But the memories from three months ago quickly made their way into your head as you felt him wrapping his arms around you from behind, tugging you closer. This was a.. Familiar situation. Almost.

“Only if you come along,” he chuckled, nuzzling his nose into your hair and adjusting his rather large, open jacket to cover both your frames, “It’s cold, you know? And I only have one jacket, but we can share.”

“Didn’t you hear?” you asked, admitting to yourself he was actually comfortable. But he wasn’t just being nice, you were certain. He had something up his sleeve, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know, as it couldn’t possibly be good.

“Hear what?”

“I told you to leave.”

“And I said I would if you’d come along.”

You sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to obey, no. It would always go his way, without exception. So, a little uncomfortable by the sudden closeness since you knew his initial hatred towards you, you turned your head to say it once again, as clear as ever. He had to leave.

“Youngjae-ah, just get over yourself and do as told for once, goddamnit-”

You were about to speak your mind, about to let him know. But you got cut off by a kiss instead.

So, what are you supposed to do in situations like this one anyways? It wasn’t an everyday thing, but even despite that you knew you shouldn’t let this happen all so easily. Yet you felt your knees giving in and your body warming into his at the sudden interaction, and all other things seemed to become of less to no importance, fading into the distance and becoming miscellaneous.

You let it all slide, and started your response.

It took a minute, or so it felt at least, but you were moving forwards at a rather quick pace. What had started off soft and comforting had quickly become demanding and lustful, and you felt yourself getting turned around to face him and pinned back against the railing, just to get a better angle. Soft whines and whimpers that escaped you seemed to only fuel him, and so did your clenching on his shirt for dear life. He was diving in and out, pulling you along to every kiss with an unbelievable force, not quite caring how it looked like or if it was appropriate. It’s exactly what he felt, and he thought he’d let you know by doing everything he thought was right all at once. Running his hands all over your sides and hips. Holding your head in the right angle carefully. Nibbling on your lip and using the situation to let his tongue battle it out with yours. Literally nothing was missing.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I thought I’d just kiss you, but looks like we’re making out already,” his tone was near shameless as he pulled away, and even though you’d originally wanted to chuckle at it, you refused now.

“Who gave you the right?”

“Didn’t look like you tried to oppose,” he wanted to kiss you again, but you were quick enough to put a hand on your mouth, making his lips land and rest on it. He smiled, but refused to remove them. You were still in his strong grip, and even though he could feel that your heartbeat was fast and rapid, he knew it wasn’t because of the fact that what he was doing seemed inappropriate to you. You loved every damn second of this, just like he did, and that was enough of a green light for him. 

“You hate me, don’t you?” you asked in a muffled voice, your eyes closed as you felt his breath on your hand.

“And you hate me.”

“Then why the hell are we kissing if we both hate each other?”

“I don’t know,” you felt him shrugging, and coming even closer, if that was even possible, “But, you know? I figured out a thing recently.”

“Tell me about it.”

“How comes we hate each other, yet are there for each other when we need someone by our side the most?”

You let it sink it. Truth to be told, he wasn’t lying. You could recall countless times when you were there for him, trying to look past all of the mean remarks thrown out in the heat of the moment and helping him. And he’d done the same on various occasions. Hell, he’d sneaked out of the dorm and driven to pick you up to the other end of the city once, and you weren’t sure how or why. But he’d done it, because you’d called up the first number you could dial back then and spoke in a devastated, tear-strained voice.

“Desperation,” you told him, sighing slightly, “Think about it. When you’re alone and aching, you’re desperate. And when you’re desperate, you let people you wouldn’t normally allow to see you in a state like that near. Maybe this is out case.”

“So you’re telling me we simply were the only ones around each other when we needed support the most, and acted the way nice people would , forgetting all feuds for a second and helping out each other in a.. friendly way?”

You nodded, not sure if this was what you meant, but thinking it was close.

“Well congratulations, your niceness had triggered a bunch of feelings towards you inside of me that I have no clue how to handle, and you’re the only thing I’ve been thinking about for weeks now. Crazy how you made me crush so hard after such periods of coldness, right?”

You froze at his statement, feeling a mixture of confusion and.. happiness? After all, you’d been acting cold too. This wasn’t only his fault, and maybe, just maybe.. It was alright to let it happen.

His hand was slowly placed on your arm, and he smiled as he lowered the hand you were holding in front of your mouth down. There was close to no space left between you two now, but he didn’t seem to budge or do anything about it.

“Not pressuring anything, you know? But I’d like to give it a shot.”

And right as he thought he should maybe in fact give you some space and step back, you brought your hands up to cup his face and kissed him hard.

“Wow wow, take it easy,” he chuckled in between passionate, longing kisses.

“We can go back to arguing if you want to.”

“No, I like this better. Keep this up.”

And you liked it better too. Without the harshness and the mean tone. Without worry and confusion, or anything in between. Hell knows where this would lead you two, but you were sure that even if it wouldn’t work out in the end, you’d be in a better position that you’d been in all along now. It wasn’t a myth that a relationship started with hate could actually evolve to become love. So why couldn’t this be your story?

“Ahem ahem.”

“What is it with the sore throats today?” Youngjae shamelessly looked at Daehyun who was standing in the doorway and giving you two an “I told you this would happen” glance, “You’re coughing, I’m coughing. We must’ve gotten that from yesterday’s trip - should’ve taken coats along.”

“And (Y/N) right here might be coughing by tomorrow as well, I’ve just smooched her tons. Let’s hope it’s not contagious,” he heard you chuckling in embarrassment as you hid your face in his chest, not wanting to face Daehyun at all. Getting busted was a little awkward, but by Daehyun.. That was plainly embarrassing.

“I thought you said you’d never be a thing?”

Youngjae chuckled as well, and you felt his nose poking at your hair.

“C’mon. Look at that dude over there who crashed our little party while I say this next thing to his face,” he quietly muttered, and you did as told, turning your head a little to face Daehyun.

To be honest, he looked quite happy and relieved, and it made you feel less ashamed. After all that had happened - and all that would - you didn’t want anyone to judge you two. You rather wanted someone to show support, and.. Well.. Stop either you or Youngjae at moments you still might want to rather kill than kiss each other, as you knew you’d never stop the sarcasm and the bugging completely.

“We’re not going to be just “a thing”. We’re going to be “THE thing”, and ain’t nothing gonna stop us,” Youngjae exclaimed shamelessly and happily, making both you and Daehyun chuckle.

“Yeah, until the next fight.”

“Just tear us apart before I manage to slap him in the face, okay?” you chuckled, earning a heartwarming smile from him. He was a supportive type of friend after all, and you knew for sure he’d do as told, and would support you two ‘till the end.

“Sure. Gotta help you two out somehow - there’s still a long way to go from enemies to lovers, but hey.. You’ll somehow do it.”

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