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hello kitty meets batman (real not clickbait!) ☆ jake sim

☆ youtuber! super down bad! bf! jake x youtuber! fem! reader ☆summary: jake sim was youtube's cut-throat, horror creator, known for his dark video style. meanwhile, you were the cutesy beauty vlogger, lighting up every algorithmically generated home page you touched. no one would have expected you two vastly different people to know each other, let alone be in a long-term relationship. ☆ genre: fluff, youtuber! au, secret dating! au, established relationship, suggestive, im sorry im never letting the ytber au go, cutesy!reader, jake is SO down bad its kinda painful #patheticmen ☆warning(s): no, just fluffy, also reader is really feminine and girly in this ☆ word count: 13.4k words ☆ wrote half of this in spanish class so im sorry if there are mistakes, first time writing established relationship in full, kinda nervy

Jake Sim was many things.

One of the most popular and well-respected content creators on Youtube was one of them.

As Jake's nimble fingers darted across his keyboard, his other hand rested firmly on his mouth, he thought that the blue light emitting from his computer screen should burn his eyes. Except, it didn't. Despite what most people thought, 90% of being Youtuber was just simply staring at a computer screen, rather than being in front of a camera lens. The man felt his nose prickle before he let out a soundless, but satisfying, yawn. He leaned back against his office chair, stretching his neck and arms before he rubbed his eyes.

There was a reason that he was an extremely respected creator on Youtube.

For one, the production quality of his videos were high. Down to the Closed Captions or his camera's grain, Jake's attention to detail was immaculate. Not to mention, the content itself was magnificent. 

Whenever people asked Jake what he did for work, it was hard for him to answer.

He'd said that he made horror content, but he'd only earned incredulous looks, like he was a madman. Even then, "horror" content wasn't the correct description.

In short, Jake liked to make videos about obscure things. Which just so happened to be a little spooky. Sketchy true crime cases, searches for lost media, strange Internet phenomena, government cover-ups— Name anything a little bit eerie and Jake probably already covered something of that sort on his channel. Given the nature of his content, Jake almost always maintained a serious tone, but when the opportunity came to offer his opinion, he liked to relay it in a straightforward way. 

Another reason why he was so regarded was because of his content style. He preferred using darker colors, having a crisp microphone that picked up every rasp of his deeper voice. When he had camera shots, Jake liked to be in a dimly lit room. Unfortunately, his room was dark, too. 

This all combined together to create a singular image for Jake: the cool, high-quality, but a little bit scary, guy that likes to make videos about scary topics.

Now cracking his knuckles, Jake sucked in a sharp breath. Although he could easily export his upcoming video now and upload it, garnering millions of views, he refused to. There was something missing from it; it needed a little umph, a little embellishment to really pull things together. If there was one thing about Jake, it was that he'd put quality over quantity any day.

Jake is torn out of his thoughts when his phone, long forgotten next to his mouse, lit up. Usually, when he worked long afternoons like this, he silenced his phones in order to maintain focus.

However, there was always one exception.

You.

pretty girl: hi babe, do you think you can help me take promo pictures later?

The moment that Jake saw your contact show up, he picked up his phone immediately. His fingers tapped his screen, quickly responding to you.

me: yeah i can do it rn if you want

pretty girl: if youre busy, it doesn't need to be today, it can be tomorrow or something

pretty girl: oh

pretty girl: are you sure?

Of course he was.

Jake was already shutting off his monitor, grabbing his keys and shoving his feet into his shoes at your first message.

me: yeah i'll come over right now

You were Jake Sim's girlfriend. But other than the people in your personal life, no one else knew that.

Not that either of you minded.

Like Jake, you were a Youtuber. Except, your community was the complete opposite from his.

Your niche was cute makeup and lifestyle. Your videos had cute, blushy sets, characterized by cute plushies in the background and pretty, pink decorations. When you weren't making makeup tutorials or "get ready with me's," you were giving your viewers small sneak-peeks into your life. Whether it be your rosy morning skincare, or your sunny afternoon cooking attempts, or your illuminated late night thoughts, your content was light-hearted, soft, and personable. 

And if you weren't doing any of those things, you were modeling.

You were a beauty influencer, so you had sponsors from different makeup companies and such. What was most distinguishable from your personal brand was that you were one of Sanrio's biggest ambassadors. If there was someone that was the living embodiment of Hello Kitty, it was you.

Your personability, and your ability to feel authentic to your viewers, was a key factor in your large viewerbase. And what contributed to that the most was the fact that you had no idea how to use a camera. One would think that a content creator would know how to use a camera, but you were somehow the exception.

Not a problem!

Because you had your boyfriend, Jake!

Who was basically the master of content creation and film, in your opinion.

"Jakey!" you pounced on your boyfriend the moment he appeared at your apartment doorway. You threw your arms around his neck, immediately peppering his neck and cheeks with kisses. You heard him let out a few chuckles, feeling the rumble of his strong chest as he did. 

"Geez, babe, let me take my shoes off first," Jake teased you, taking in your sweet strawberry perfume. You immediately peeled yourself off of him, your lips forming a cute frown. 

"Shut up," you murmured, punching him on the arm while you jutted your bottom lip out. The lip tint and gloss on them shined, which made Jake grin. And when you noticed that he was staring at your lips, you gave him a gentle shove before saying again, “Shut up, Jakey.”

There it was, his favorite thing about you.

You were so, very, really, undeniably, mean to him.

Okay, that sounded weird.

But it was the truth.

Your relationship could be summed up in a few words—

You were just the cutest, and could barely contain your feelings for Jake, so you'd get all cuddly and affectionate with him. He'd tease you about it, so you'd get all shy and flustered, and you would begin to be mean to him. You'd call him stupid or annoying, and you'd tell him to go away but make no effort to resist his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his chest. And then he would get to tease you more, until you were so embarrassed that you relented and let him kiss you.

How could he not resist teasing you?

You were always so pretty, with makeup or not, and it was easy to tease you since you got embarrassed so easily.

Even if he was holding his most expensive camera in his hands, he'd still let you pounce on him, if it meant that he got one extra kiss from you.

You led him to your bedroom. It had the same sweet, strawberry scent as you. Your room was pink, and along the walls were shelves, all filled with the many, many plushies that Jake bought you. Plopping onto your bed, Jake watched as you dug around your filming desk.

"Sooo," he started, "You're gonna do a promotional post on Instagram?"

You hummed. Sanrio recently launched a new line of lip tints, and they sent you their newest ones to review and promote. 

"I already made a review, and it's going to go up later," you said, digging through your drawers. "I want to make a promo post, too, y'know?"

You let out an 'a-ha!' as you found what you were looking for. It was a tube of lip-tint, the newest one from the collection. You then touched up your makeup a little more. 

Jake watched you in awe. The way you applied lip gloss and brushed setting powder (or was it blush? he didn't know anything about makeup) onto your cheeks was so mesmerizing, as you weren't already so captivating to him.

Finally, you stood up, straightening out your outfit. You puckered your lips, and when you noticed Jake staring at you, you gave him a little twirl.

"How do I look?" you asked. 

Jake, with his camera in hand, pointed the lens at you. He looked through the viewfinder.

"Beautiful." 

As always.

The shoot went smoothly. As you always did when Jake was your photographer, the two of you drove to the film studio, renting out a room for a good hour. Jake was a pro with the camera and you were an even bigger pro at modeling. Other than a few compositional edits or changes in exposure, you and Jake were done as soon as you started. The two of you decided that you’d go back to your place, cook dinner together, and maybe watch a movie.

Except that got delayed.

“Y-You’re so annoying, Jake,” you struggled out. You were in the back seat of your car, legs thrown over your boyfriend’s hips, his soft lips connected to your neck. Your fingers gently tugged on his hair, you yourself pressing soft pecks against his forehead and temples. It started because you gave Jake a kiss on the cheek as a ‘thank you,’ which spiraled into a makeout session in your car.

“What,” he breathed against your skin, dark eyes flickering up to yours. “You said you’d do anything to express your thanks for me.”

Jake kissed your neck again, before trailing up your throat to your jaw. Your fingers raked through his soft hair, pushing his dark locks out of his face so that you could see his face clearly. Jake reached up, took your hand out of his hair, and instead held your palm against his cheek, nuzzling into your warm hand. The way your eyes widened into saucers, lips parting, in response made the man’s lips curve upward.

“W-Well I thought you’d ask me to hug you… or something,” you said sheepishly, your voice soft as your boyfriend’s actions flustered you.

Jake grinned to himself internally before pulling away from you altogether. 

“Then do you want to stop?” Your eyes widened a fraction. “Then, let’s go hom—“

“No!” you cut him off, your hands squeezing his shoulders. “Let’s not!”

You stared at him, brows furrowed, for a few moments, before you noticed the growing grin on your boyfriend’s face. That look you knew too well, the one that said that he was going to tease the everlasting fuck out of you.

Jake pulled you in by the waist, close enough so that your chests touched, noses almost brushing against each other. He could feel the heat radiating off your face, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“You sure you don’t wanna stop?” His voice was teasing, but you knew better. The earnest look in his eyes, you stared into yours, was filled with sincerity. He gave your waist a squeeze, almost as if to ask, “Do you actually want this?”

“Yes, Jakey,” you breathed against his lips, matter-of-factly. “I don’t wanna stop.”

The corner of his lips begin to lift.

“So you better kiss me,” you quipped, gripping his shoulders.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he rasped back, before attacking your lips.

(Later, when you were done, you two went home and went about your plan for the night. Except, you had to yell at Jake to go wash his face, because the sight of your lipstick at the corner of his lips was too much for you to take.)

"Hi, everyone!" you greeted the camera, folding your hands in your lap. With your thick, pink, knit sweater's sleeves falling over your wrists, you shot the lens a pretty smile. It was another normal day on the job of making content.

"As you guys know, VidCon is coming up soon." You pulled your makeup pouch toward your chest, leaning against the edge of your filming desk. "So, let's pack with me!"

Vidcon was an event for people to meet all of their favorite Youtubers. This year, you were invited to be one of the featured creators, given your popularity. As you filmed your "Pack with Me!" vlog, surrounded by ring lights aided by your windows cracked open, you recalled the email you had sent earlier, squeezing your eyes shut.

You see, Jake and you were both invited to VidCon. Since no one else, not even Youtube the corporation or your fellow Youtubers, knew that you guys were dating, Jake and you were given vastly different things. Youtube booked an entire hotel complex for all of its creators, and unfortunately, your room was located 10 floors below Jake's room. And worse, your booths and events were so far apart from each other that you probably wouldn't even see your boyfriend even if he decided to traverse the Convention. 

That's what you got for being vastly different content creators.

This year would be the first year that you and Jake got invited to VidCon, and you two wanted to share this experience with each other as much as possible.

Which is why you just shot Youtube one of the most embarrassing emails of your life.

"Hi, Youtube. The hotel complex you booked has a bar, and it is much closer to the top than the bottom. I really want to visit that bar. Can I request a room change so that my room is maybe on the 15th or 16th floors?" except add more formalities and much more discreet language, and that was the email you sent to your employers. You knew that it wouldn't be hard, and that the Youtube PR manager wouldn't reject your request. After all, you were the Sanrio beauty girl. Regardless, you'd gotten a response about an hour ago, and your request was approved, luckily. 

As you continued talking to your camera, folding your clothes neatly while chatting to your viewers about updates in your life, you thought about what you and Jake should do at VidCon. It was in the LA area, but you definitely wanted to visit other places in Southern California. 

It was no surprise that you and Jake had been more than touchy and close to each other. You were dating. Still, butterflies formed in your stomach as you thought about what you would do with him. Your face heated up at the thought of you and him spending time together in the hotel's rooftop hot-tub. The idea of him sneaking in your room at night, warming you up and pepperinging your cheeks with kisses, made your heart rate speed up, and you could only relish in the thought of exploring LA, Irvine, or wherever Jake wanted to take you with him.

You were a grown woman with a job and responsibilities, but the mere thought of your boyfriend being within the same vicinity as you made you nervous.

Just as you finished folding your clothes, you heard your front door crack open.

"Babe?" you hear Jake's voice call out your name. You turn off your camera to greet him, swearing to forget all of the thoughts you just had. Except, the moment that you locked eyes with him, all determination to not be teased left your body. Your lips wobbled, trying to bite back that stupid, bashful, and lovesick smile that made its way onto your face when you thought about Jake, but your eyes gave it all away. Instead of throwing yourself at him like you usually did, you only reached for the hem of his black T-shirt, playing with it sheepishly. 

You mumbled a small, "Hi."

You could feel Jake staring at you, and you could hear the way his lips curve into a smug, shit-eating grin.

"Shut up," you told him, your eyebrows crashing together.

"Baby, I didn't even say anything," Jake said, his hands finding their place on your lower back.

You felt shy and exposed before him. "Well, I know you're going to say something."

Jake grasped your chin, gently making you look at him. You tried to avoid his eyes, but it was impossible to avoid those dreamy, caramel eyes. Then, he took your face with both his hands, leaning in.

Was he going to kiss you? Oh my god, he was! Quick! What do you do? You felt like you were going to melt.

Instinctively, your hands tightened on the hem of his shirt, the black fabric scrunching in your fists. You closed your eyes, your lips softly puckering. You could feel him coming closer and closer, until his breath fanned your cheek.

As if he hadn't kissed you a million times before, your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your chest. 

Jake ghosted his lips over yours, inching just close enough that he could brush his lip against yours. 

And then, he pulled away from you. He took off his shoes, placed down his keys, and made his way into your bedroom, leaving you there standing alone.

Heat spread across your face and neck and ears as you realized your boyfriend had just teased you once again. You hid your face in your palms, letting out a small whine of embarrassment, before recollecting yourself and joining your boyfriend.

"Woah, what's going on here, babe?" Jake asked, standing at your bedroom doorway. 

"Oh." There was clothes and film equipment sprawled across your floor and bed. "I was filming a video."

You saw Jake's expression twitch, before he took your hands in his.

"My bad, was I interrupting something?" He was sincere in how his face showed a small drop of guilt for disrupting your filming. How could someone be such a tease one moment yet be so genuine the next?

"No, it's okay, Jakey," you said. "I mean, I need to finish my video, but I don't mind if you're around."

And that's how you found yourself trying not to burst out laughing as you filmed your video. Jake kept making funny faces at you, that goofy grin growing on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Jake, stop making faces!" you laughed, throwing a shirt at him.

He dodged it, throwing his head back into one of the plushies that he bought you. "I'm not doing anything!"

You threw another shirt at him, this time hitting him square in the face. Instead of admitting defeat, Jake only grabbed your shirt, pulling the fabric to his nose and taking a long, dramatic, sniff. 

"You smell sooooo good, babe," he said, ignoring your contorted expression, "I think I'm gonna keep this. You won't mind, right?"

"Ugh, Jaaaaakee!"

You plopped on top of him in bed. You felt his chest rumble as chuckles left his lips, rolling your eyes at him. You gave his chest a smack, a pout forming on your lips.

"You're so annoying," you mumbled as his hands slithered up to your hips. He gave your ass a pat, gesturing you to adjust your position. You did, sitting up so that you straddled your boyfriend's hips.

"And you're so pretty," he said, squeezing your hipbone.

"Let go of me," you poked him in the chest, but made no attempt to get off of him. 

"No."

"I need to finish my video," you pouted, still not moving to get off of him. 

"I don't care." Jake instead sat up on his elbows, his hands sliding down to your lower back, his face getting suspiciously close to your boobs. "Just lay with me."

Your fingers ran through his dark locks, before giving them a tug towards your chest. Jake laid his cheek against your boobs like they were pillows, arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel his hot breath against your skin and neck. The next thing you knew, he was pressing sticky kisses against your chest and neck, soft gasps escaping your lips.

"Sorry, babe," he muttered against the shell of your ear, "I just can't resist you."

You let out a soft "ahhh!" when he bit down on your skin, his teeth brushing against the nape of your neck. Jake briefly pulled away, a smirk making its way onto his face as he admired the red-purple mark on your neck. 

"You're just too addicting."

Long story short, your video was still finished and uploaded. As Jake edited his video, he let yours play in the background, your bright voice illuminating his dark room. Somehow, your voice was the only thing that made him focus. 

However, when he heard a familiar laugh— his laugh— in your video, Jake stopped in his tracks.

His mind flashed back to what happened the other day in your apartment, when he interrupted you during your filming.

"I don't know if I turned off my camera, Jake," you had purred as Jake's tongue dipped into your collarbone. At that point, both you and him were shirtless, hair disheveled and pupils blown out with desire. Jake remembered the electricity that ran through him as those words left your lips.

"Am I supposed to care?" he had muttered, trailing kisses down your chest. "If they hear us, that's not my problem."

It was almost like you, who edited your video, added that clip to tease him. 

Immediately, his cheeks began turning the brightest shade of red possible. If you were here, he would have only coughed and looked away shyly, but since he was alone, his embarrassment spread across his face like a wildfire. Jake almost never showed it when he was flustered, at least when he was around you. 

He hid his face in his palms, sucking in a sharp breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, warmth prickling his skin. You were going to be the death of him. He let out a small, lovesick giggle, one that his friends would flame him for. He couldn't help it, not if it was you. 

When he read the comments, still flustered out of his mind, he felt a twinge of disappointment when no one seemed to notice him. 

For some reason, Jake couldn’t help but want people to know that you were his. He knew that you and him kept your relationship private to preserve it, but he still wanted to show you off.

Except, one comment caught his eye.

“Wait, does [Name] have a boyfriend? Who laughed at 6:34?” it read. Jake’s heart skipped a beat in his chest. The warmth that spread across his chest as his lips pulled upwards. He almost wanted to jump on his bed and roll around while giggling like a schoolgirl, but he contained himself.

At the corner of his eye, Jake spotted a certain plushie. 

As you were a partner of Sanrio, for a time there was a Limited Edition [Name] plushie, clad in pink with a cute, ruffle-lace bow to top it all off. Of course he bought one the moment it launched. Jake preferred his room to be completely dark and black, but he liked to keep that plushie on his bed, and although he’d never admit it, he hugged it when he slept if you weren’t with him.

Would it be wrong of him to tease you back? After all, Jake still had to film the brand deal for his new video. 

Would it hurt to position the plushie just enough so that it was in frame? 

So that maybe someone would see it.

Vidcon came crashing on you and Jake like a meteor, and before the two of you knew it, you were in the venue, wringing your fingers as the event commenced.

Sometimes, it was difficult for you to comprehend the level of your popularity. Sure, the numbers that Youtube loved to display for you told you that you had millions watching you, but mere numerical figures were simply not enough for you to wrap your mind around.

Your schedule that day was simple: you were going to have a booth that you'd tend to for an hour or two, where your fans could take pictures with you and take a few freebies with them. Then, you'd go to your main event, which was in a smaller venue.

At your booth, where you sat currently, your personal table was set up in a very special way: your table was pink, and covered in a lacy, white tablecloth. Even the wall behind you was specifically painted pink and decorated with various Sanrio-esque decorations. You had stickers that you'd give out, as well as a Limited Edition Vidcon Sanrio plushie of you that people could buy. The pink polaroid decorated with Hello Kitty stickers hung around your neck with a pink lanyard. You genuinely looked like Sanrio and Hello Kitty vomited all over you, but you didn't mind. And plus, that didn't matter, because you were cute either way.

You were hit with pure surprise as multiple groups of fans came your way. The amount of people that came to you, rambling nervously about how much they loved you, how much they looked up to you, how much you inspired them and made their days better, made you feel light-headed. And very warm inside.

Jake was the one that did the talking for you (thank goodness!), but for some reason, you pushed through your usual shyness, instead wanting for people to come up to you and talk.

Your face lit up as one of your fans, a girl that looked around your age, maybe only a few years younger than you, approached you. You could tell by the Sanrio sticker of you on her phone case that she was most definitely here for you.

"Oh my gosh, hi [Name]!" She gazed at you with wide, glimmering eyes. 

Your initial reaction was surprise, but then you broke out into a smile. You cocked your head, fingers gripping the hem of your dress, both nervous and excited. "Hi, there."

You fan took one look at your face, and squealed. The way that she giggled, bouncing on her feet as she fangirled over you made warmth spread across your cheeks, getting shy and looking down briefly.

"I'm sorry, [Name]!" Your fan couldn't stop giggling, which you thought was very cute. It was now that you noticed the camera in your hand. "I just really love your content, and I'm just so excited to meet you in real life!"

You blinked at her a few times, before you smile only widened. 

"Don't worry about it!" you said, taking her free hand in yours. Your shyness melted away as your fan squealed again. "It really means a lot to me that you came out here to personally see me."

Your eyes flickered over to her camera, squeezing her hand and motioning to it with your other. "Can I...?"

She nodded enthusiastically, so you took her camera. Turn on the 'photo' setting, you posed for the camera, taking multiple pictures of yourself for her. You hoped that that would make up for your shyness. The two of you hugged, and you took many polaroids for her.

Almost immediately, after she left, you were tagged in a Twitter thread. It was that fan, reporting her experience with you.

"She was so much prettier in real life, I thought I was in heaven," her tweets detailed, "And [Name] was so sweet! It felt like I was meeting the real life Hello Kitty."

She posted the pictures you took on her camera, and then the videos. You couldn't help but grin like an idiot, especially at the comments (and the rapidly-accumulating likes and retweets).

"The way [Name] gets so shy is so cute!"

"I don't really watch beauty content but I love [Name] so much."

"She's like an actual Disney Princess."

You loved your fans, you really did. You were grateful for them, and you thought they were very cute. 

You were excited to see how Vidcon would treat you.

Jake was fighting.

He was fighting demons, wars, the little voices in his head.

Did you have to look so pretty today?

Jake's own event was an entire venue away from yours. He had a few events, so after his first one, he took a small break, where he looked through his notifications. 

Of course, the first thing he looked at was your texts. They were from a while ago, during his show when he didn't have his phone on him, so he responded to them now. He smiled at your cute texts, expressing how excited and happy you were. His heart jumped out of his chest when he saw the selfie you sent him: there you were, in all your cutesy Sanrio glory, smiling so prettily for him. Jake had to clasp his face to hide the stupid, love-struck grin that bled onto his face. 

"Oi, what're you giggling about?" Jake was interrupted by Jay, another one of his fellow horror Youtubers.

Jake immediately wiped his expression clean. "Nothing."

When he glanced back at his phone, that dumb grin began to form again.

Jay groaned. "This is so weird. It's like watching Batman smile."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jake scoffed.

"I'm sayin' that you're basically Youtube's Batman," Jay scrunched his nose, "And it's weird seein' you all... smiley and stuff."

"I literally smiled earlier!"

"Not in the way that you did just now. I have a bad feeling about it."

"Shut up!"

Jake really tried his best to swallow back his pure admiration for you as he opened his phone screen again, but he failed miserably.

He wished he could see you right now. He loved to see his fans, he loved to talk to them about their shared interest: all things horror and obscure.

But Jake missed you right now.

His heart plummeted to his stomach, however, when he logged onto Twitter, and saw the worst hashtag he could ever think of: #[Name]isSoCute.

He agreed with it. No, he embraced that sentiment with every molecule in his being.

Just... he wished that he could see you right now. When he checked the tag and saw all the cute pictures that people took of you and the sweet experiences they had with you, he frowned— That should be him!

However, Jake actually saw the worst thing to ever materialize when he saw the top video under the tag.

It was a shaky video, starting off with a teenage boy walking up to you. In the background, he could hear your pretty voice in the background, exchanging small greetings and words with the poster. Jake was almost lost in his sheer love for you when his eyes narrowed. The boy in the video let out a little chuckle, before dropping a cheesy pick-up line on you.

"[Name], if you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber." What made it worse was that you only giggled, leading the boy to drop a few other dumb pick-up lines. The camera panned up to you, showing you all smiley and bashful. Then, you and the boy hugged, before taking a few polaroids together.

Jake almost snapped his phone in half.

He understood better than anyone that you were a content creator just like him. It was part of the job to interact with fans, and given your character, of course you were sweet to them. He could tell that you were perfectly comfortable in the video, and that the kid probably was just joking around with his favorite Youtuber.

But did that stop Jake from mentally lambasting every single aspect of the video? Absolutely not.

Shaky camera, probably filmed on a phone, Jake's hands balled into fists, Fucked up aperture, exposure to low, bad mic.

Was he being a little immature? Yes, and Jake knew that. 

Though, Jake would admit that he agreed with a lot of comments and retweets under that post, hearting many of them in agreement.

"[Name] is such a cutie!" one read.

Absolutely.

"I love her so much," another read.

Me too, Jake thought.

"I want her so bad."

Just as Jake's finger hovered over the 'heart' button, he let out a small hmph. Did it annoy him that other people wanted you? Yes. But did he disagree with the comment? Nope. He pressed the "like" button.

He wanted to see you so bad. As Jake was queued up on stage, ready for his second event, he hoped that he could see you soon.

And his wish came true a few hours later.

It was now past noon, and Vidcon was in its (unofficial) intermission period, where a lot of the creators were now taking breaks. As Jake traversed the convention, he texted you trying to find a spot where the two of you could meet.

He passed the many booths and venues of his fellow Youtubers. The layout was unique in the way that Youtubers of similar genres were placed in similar areas. So when he started seeing Youtubers with bright makeup and problematic pasts, Jake knew that he was near you.

And lo and behold, soon he found you. Under the fluorescent light, you still glowed. There was some kind of halo around you as you turned over your shoulder, your face instantly brightening up as you spotted your boyfriend. You had a few fans that you were talking to at the moment, so you tended to them first, while Jake made his way over to you.

You and Jake agreed that you wouldn't make your relationship too obvious at Vidcon, but all of that was left forgotten the moment that Jake saw you. 

However, as you ran up to him, people couldn't help but stop and stare.

Why wouldn't they? You were the living embodiment of Sanrio, that one Hello Kitty girl, whereas Jake was that one guy that made scary content and was often shrouded in darkness, dubbed as Youtube's personal Batman. Absolutely no one would have expected to see the two of you interacting with one another, let alone be within the same vicinity.

"Hi, Jakey," you smiled up at him, and Jake thought that he could die right there. With the amount of people staring, Jake had to restrain himself from throwing his arms around you and hugging you.

"Hey, baby," he grinned. 

Before either of you could do anything, you and Jake were interrupted by a shrill squeal. You whipped your heads around to see a young girl and her older brother, who still looked relatively young. They explained nervously that the girl liked your content, while the brother liked Jake's content. They were expecting to scour in order for each of them to meet either of you, but were surprised to see you and Jake in one place.

You and Jake took a few pictures with them, both individually. Though, the two of them requested a picture with both you and Jake in the same frame, which you happily did.

When they left, you and Jake shared a look, before going off together.

Vidcon Day 1: Over.

Jake returned to his hotel room, too tired to do anything other than wash up and order room service. 

As Jake laid in his half-hard hotel mattress, he scrolled through his phone. He was tagged in a lot of pictures and tweets, and he found himself grinning at a lot of the sweet words his fans left. Although he was tired, he could definitely do this a few more times, feeling invigorated by his fans.

As he scrolled, the trending Twitter hashtag caught his eye.

#HelloKittyMeetsBatman.

Interesting name, he thought as he clicked on it.

Jake's heart skipped a beat as he saw what came up.

Apparently, people were extremely surprised to see you and Jake so close to each other. 

There were so many pictures of you and him taken together from afar just from that one instance earlier, from multiple different angles and distances. Jake would admit, the way he was dressed in all black while you were dressed in cute pinks and whites was almost laughable.

What truly caught his attention were the captions of all these pictures.

"Craziest crossover of 2024."

"I'm crying they legitimately look like Hello Kitty and Batman."

"Jake Sim and [Name] interacting was not on my Vidcon 2024 bingo card."

"This is like seeing two worlds collide, absolutely wild but I'm pleasantly surprised."

For the most part, it seemed like everyone just thought that you and Jake were friends, but it was still a little funny how taken aback the entire internet was.

Then, he saw the picture of you, him, and those two kids together. 

"They look like a family," was one of the most popular retweets under that post. 

Family.

That word rang through Jake's head, before he buried his face in one of the pillows, giggling to himself. He felt a little ridiculous getting so excited over such a small comment, but he couldn't help it. He felt so giddy inside at the thought of having a family with you, and felt even giddier knowing that people could see it, too.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Jake wasn't going to answer it, too caught up in his flustered-ness, but when he realized that it was you, he quickly cleared his throat, instinctively straightening out his hair (because what if he accidentally turns on his camera?-- he needed to look good for you!).

"Baby," he greeted suavely, as if he wasn't just giggling like a schoolgirl seconds ago.

Maybe it was the fact that it was already getting late, or the fact that Jake barely saw you today, or the fact that you were just so goddamn perfect, but your voice sounded so attractive in that moment.

"Jakeyyy," you whined. "Come over."

His chest was already throbbing but Jake played it cool.

He chuckled. "What for?"

"I miss you," he could hear the pout in your voice. "And I want your attention."

It was rare for you to be so direct with him, and while Jake wanted to melt on the spot, he wanted to tease you a bit longer.

"What's wrong with just being on the phone with me?" Jake's lips pulled into a smirk. "You can just talk to me like this."

"Noooo," you said. "I want— I want you."

Jake tried his best to not crumble then and there, but it was too hard.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "Okay then, baby. I'll come over right now."

He didn't miss the cute little "yay!" you let out before you hung up.

You were going to be the death of him.

"Eep! Jake, what are you doing here—?!”

You’re cut off when you realized that you were, in fact, backstage of one of your events. Today was the second day of Vidcon, and you had just finished up your first event. As you went backstage, carrying the little bags of gifts that your fans got you, you didn’t expect your own boyfriend to be waiting back there for you.

“Hey there, Princess,” he said cheekily, sprawled across the backstage couch. "Miss me?"

He opened his arms up, and you instinctively crawled into them, sitting on his lap and sliding your arms around his neck. 

As you did, you eyed him up and down.

Clad in black as always, he wore a black button-up, paired with black slacks, a black belt, and a loose, black tie. That's right: today, Jake was going to have a panel with a whole bunch of other horror creators, ones that transcended the internet— authors, authors that Jake spent his whole life reading and looking up to, which explained why he was dressed significantly more proper today than yesterday.

The way his shirt fit his chest and hugged his shoulders made it hard for you to not stare, and the way that it wasn't buttoned at the top, revealing his honey-tan collarbones, mixed with the scent of his rich cologne, made you feel dizzy.

"Ay, are you checkin' me out?"

On any other day, you'd be embarrassed, maybe even pushing him away, but today, you only nodded your head, humming mindlessly in agreement.

Jake blinked at you, before he pulled you in by the waist so that you were flushed against his chest completely.

"Kiss me," you mumbled, pushing his dark bangs away from his face.

Jake chuckled, rubbing your cheek with his knuckles. "What's with you these days? Getting so bold."

You only leaned into his touch. Maybe it was sometime in the LA air, or maybe it was the vigor that your fans gave you earlier, but all you could do was look at your boyfriend with glossy, wide eyes innocently, watching the way that his resolve trembled.

"Shit," Jake cursed under his breath. "Hold on—"

He grabbed your hips, then tilted your chin so that he could have a better angle. Your lips crashed into one another. Not in the way that a meteor would crash into Earth's delicate atmosphere, but in the way that gentle sea waves crashed onto themselves, dark folds of blue creasing over each other, only to brush up against the foamy seashore, none the wiser. 

Jake liked the taste of your lip gloss; it tasted sweet, but not nearly as sweet as you, hungrily squeezing your hips in his hands. He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, earning a squeal from you, who tugged on his hair. 

When you pulled away from each other, you were breathless, chests heaving not for air, but for each other. You stared at each other for a few moments, losing time in each other's eyes, when your eyes trailed down.

God, the button-up and tie were going to drive you crazy.

Without thought, your fingers twirled around his tie, slinking up his chest before you yanked him harshly, jerking Jake toward you abruptly. 

In a moment of pure, unadulterated boldness, you attacked his neck, laying sticky kisses all across his skin. One hand laced itself in Jake's hair, keeping a firm hold of his tilted head, while your other hand crept around the buttons of his shirt. 

Each soft sigh that Jake let out made you only press more kisses on him. When he let out one particularly loud whine, his arm jerking up to grab at the couch's armrest, you knew that you found the sensitive spot on his neck. You pressed another kiss on that spot, this time sinking your teeth into his skin. The hickey was dark and purple, and when you ran your tongue over it, Jake's hands shot to your hips again.

"Shit, [Name], wait a sec—"

Skillfully, your fingers began to slowly unbutton Jake's shirt, just enough that you could see more of his chest. 

Your head was feeling fuzzy now, drunk off your desire for him. The way he threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp of air he took in, curses falling from his lips, sent electricity coursing through your body.

When you unbuttoned the last button, you noticed the way Jake's eyes were squeezed shut, his other arm resting over them, hands balled into fists as his desperation for you increased.

"Jakey," you said. Jake was going to go mad, the way your voice was so soft and innocent as it said his name, all the while you were kissing and touching him in ways that made him go light-headed. He squeezed his eyes shut, another whimper escaping his lips. If he looked you in the eye right now, he was sure that he'd burst. "I want you to look at me."

He couldn't refuse you. Immediately, he opened his eyes, the arm strewn over his face dropping back to its position on your hips.

If he didn't die by combustion, Jake was certain that he'd die now— Your pupils were blown out, eyes lidded and staring at him like he was your prey to be slaughtered. He'd seen you wrought with desire so many times before, but the way you gazed at him like he was a piece of meat, like you were going to absolutely ruin him, made him feel weak.

"Watch me, Jakey," your voice sounded so sweet, but your actions said otherwise. You abruptly got up from your seat on his lap, Jake frowning at the loss of your touch. You dug through your purse thrown across the room, returning with a tube of lipstick.

You plopped back onto Jake's lap, making sure that he was watching as you applied it to your pretty, swollen lips. 

Then, you discarded it, throwing your lipstick to the side as you snatched his tie again. You brought the black fabric to your lips, staring your boyfriend down as you pressed kisses on his tie. You kissed it a few times, making sure that the color of your lipstick, as well as the shape of your lips, was well-imprinted on it.

Then, you yanked his shirt's collar toward you, pressing a harsh kiss on the fabric, making sure that the shape of your lips was once again imprinted on the fabric.

You looked back up at his face, unable to hide your smugness as his entire expression was painted with red.

"You're so hot—" Jake attempted to force out of his throat, but you only cut him off with a rough kiss to his lips. Without a word, you covered his face, from his forehead to his jaw, with kisses.

You pulled back to admire your work, before you pulled away from him.

"I have to be on stage in a few minutes," you said quietly, your back turned to him as you straightened out your skirt. Dumbfounded, Jake could only stare at you, but when you turned over your shoulder, flashing him a bright, but terribly cheeky, grin, Jake's heart fell out of chest. "I can't be late, right?"

With that, you left your boyfriend, all hot and bothered, on the couch, running off to prepare for your next event.

Almost immediately, Jake melted. He threw an arm over his eyes as he leaned back, letting out a groan.

Was this how you felt when he teased you?

Was he now sexually frustrated? Absolutely. But now he wanted you even more.

After mulling over it for a few minutes, Jake began to go back to his venue. But, as he passed the backstage vanity, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

Some of it was obvious to him already: disheveled hair, messed up shirt. But what made Jake want to evaporate was the sight of his entire face and neck covered in lipstick marks. The corner of his lip had a big lipstick smudge, the hickey that you gave him earlier was so dark now, and he couldn't even dare to forget your lip imprints on his shirt and tie.

You little tease.

Jake's last straw was.... right now.

After the backstage fiasco, he didn't get to see you all day. That night, you had a PR event to attend with your fellow beauty creators, so he didn't get to see you at night either.

Which was why Jake was practically glowing with a dark and negative storm cloud as he pranced around the third day of Vidcon. It didn't help that he saw so many pictures of you and fans all across platforms. Poor guy almost lost it when one of your fans' vlogs blew up, the most replayed part being when you let out the most angelic and sweet laughs he'd ever heard in his life.

That should be him!

Meanwhile, Jake sat in the convention room at a panel. Lined up along the table were other horror creators, from authors to Youtubers to filmmakers, similar to yesterday. The way that this specific event operated was simple: fans got to ask anyone on the panel questions and they'd answer, which the entire room got to hear, and later there would be one-on-ones along the panel.

Jake was pulled out of his thoughts when one of the fans said that they had a question for him.

"Jake, your videos take a long time to make, how do you balance work and your personal life?"

Good question. He had a simple principle when it came to how to balance everything. Jake thought about it for a moment, before reaching for his microphone.

"I don't have any outright method," he began. Jake's mind flashed with your image: all the cute messages you'd send him throughout the day, all the times where after hours of rotting in front of his computer screen he could always count on your loving embrace to give him life, all times that he'd tune into your Spotify playlist so that he could be listening to what you were listening. It was easy to balance work and life, if it was you. "But I always put my life before the screen."

The room was quiet, intently listening to what Jake had to say. After all, he was renowned all across the Internet.

The room was quiet, intently listening to what Jake had to say. After all, he was renowned all across the Internet.

"To be clear, I understand the privilege of getting to work in a profession like mine," Jake continued. "I don't expect everyone to be able to follow my advice exactly, but the more I live, the more I realize that what happens before my very eyes will endlessly matter so much more than what happens in my own little Youtube bubble."

Jake's mouth jumped to you faster than his mind could stop him.

"My beautiful girlfriend is everything to me," he unconsciously began to grin stupidly to himself, "I'd put work above her any day if I had to."

The moment that those words left his lips, the room erupted with gasps and whispers.

"Wait, you have a girlfriend?!" one of Jake's Youtuber friends asked, leading the room to laugh.

Oh.

Shit.

Jake's eyes visibly widened. He clutched his microphone, bringing it up to his mouth, but no words came out.

There was no way in hell that he'd outright deny you, not even in a million years.

"I.... Well..." Jake stammered, trying his best to generate any words at all. He sucked in a sharp breath, a bashful expression making its way onto his face. "That's..."

The room filled with more laughter, alongside the teasing grins and pats on the back that Jake got from his colleagues.

"Oh, so that's what you were giggling about yesterday, lover boy..." Jay, also on the panel, quipped, his brows raised so high on his forehead that it could have touched his hairline.

"Sh-Shut up, Jay!"

Jake's chest felt fizzy. In a weird way.

A part of him felt on-edge. You and him always wanted to keep your relationship secret, for the sake of preserving it. He'd seen what the Internet did to relationships: it tore them apart. It wasn't like he name-dropped you, but he felt so... exposed, so vulnerable.

But at the same time, Jake felt his chest also swell with pride. That's right. He had a girlfriend (a hot girlfriend at that), a girlfriend that he was nefariously down bad for. He hoped everyone knew that, that he was taken and that if there was anyone that he'd spend the rest of his life with, it would be you.

Jake huffed. "Yeah, I have a girlfriend. What about it?"

No one questioned him further. Probably out of fear.

You were in the middle of trying your best to get through a conversation with some beauty guru that you knew one thing about: their personal makeup line launch failed horribly and they gave everyone hairy lipsticks. It was difficult, to say the least.

Exchanging your final regards, you quickly rushed back to your booth.

The first thing you saw when you checked your phone was a viral video, in which Jake admitted that he had a girlfriend. Your heart plummeted to your stomach when you initially read the caption, but when you watched the video, you had a difficult time processing your feelings.

Did you hate that Jake admitted that he had a girlfriend? … No, you didn’t. You didn’t at all. At a certain point, seeing the way that your boyfriend smiled so earnestly made your heart jump out of your chest. The way he was so giddy and smiley (of course, only you could tell that that was how he was feeling— to everyone else it probably looked like he was brooding) made your neck and cheeks warm up.

But, the way that the room erupted with voices and laughter, combined with the quirked brows of everyone on the panel, made you quiver.

You weren’t prepared for it, for how vulnerable you felt as a chorus of “ooh’s” filled the room.

Frankly, there were too many things that you had to focus on at the moment. You'd rather enjoy Vidcon now, and address it later, when things settle down. 

Pushing it to the back of your mind, you tucked your phone away, greeting another wave of fans. Though, not without taking an extra second to "heart" the post, adding it to your favorites folder, and rewatching the video one more time, feeling warmth and giddiness filling your chest.

As the cool night air kissed your cheeks, you fought the shy smile that seeped onto your face. It was late now, late enough that you could see all the city lights gleaming, lighting up the dark sky with blotches of all different colors.

There was a Vidcon party for creators, to celebrate the end of the event. Everyone was going. Although it was meant for any creator, there was a very exclusive VIP section; only those of high prestige could get in. Both you and Jake were invited, but upon realizing that nearly the entire hotel complex would be empty due to the popularity of the party, the two of you ditched it.

You'd been wanting to go to the rooftop hottub for a while now, but you never went because you wanted to go with Jake, and it was always too crowded for the two of you to go there comfortably. But now that everyone was gone, it was the perfect time.

Your boyfriend was already waiting for you up there, towel thrown over his shoulder with a shirt and swim trunks. His face lit up the moment he saw yours emerging from the elevator doors, rushing over to you to take your hands.

He paused for a moment. His dark eyes peered at yours, licking his lips before sucking in a sharp breath. Jake gave your forehead a peck, before saying a small "C'mon" and pulling you over to the hottub.

Jake took your towel for you, folding it next to his and perching it on a sunchair.

"They're gonna get off fireworks soon— Oh, damn," he cut himself off as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing a bikini top. Your face scrunched up, squirming under his gaze. It's not like Jake has never seen you like this (in fact, he'd seen you in much more compromising positions), and it wasn't like he never complimented you, but as the hottub bubbled, the rosy scent of the water filling the air, you felt shy.

Jake slinked toward you, taking his own shirt off. 

"Hey there, Gorgeous," he said, his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts that had yet to be taken off. Your heart pounded in your chest, fighting the urge to squeeze your eyes shut and groan in embarrassment. You kept your eyes glued to the ground. Jake chuckled softly, before clutching your chin gently, making you look up at him.

"Don't get shy on me now, babe," Jake grinned when your lips pressed into an unconscious pout. He squished your cheek, relishing in the look of confusion painted across your face. Then, his hands fell to your hips, pulling them toward his. "You look so beautiful."

Jake's fingers hooked onto the hem of your shorts, meeting your eyes for permission before pulling them down himself, revealing your bikini bottoms.

Jake's eyes glazed over your figure, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"Jaaakee," you whined, squeezing his hands.

"Sorry," Jake's eyes flickered up to your face. "I can't help it. You're just so hot, baby."

You rolled your eyes, biting back shyness, before you pulled him toward the hottub.

You rolled your eyes, biting back shyness, before you pulled him toward the hottub. 

The two of you got into the tub, sinking into the warm water, you felt your limbs relax. 

Vidcon was very fun, some of the most fun you've had in a while. But, it was very tiring, having to be around so many people at a time. And plus, it was hard not seeing your boyfriend whenever you wanted.

You pulled your knees to your chest. You could hear the loud techno music a few blocks away, probably coming from the club nearby. The bright night lights of LA was something that you could only imagine sleeping under.

Other than the sound of the city bustles, the hot tub’s jet system, and the occasional ripple of water, the night was silent.

“How was your day?” Jake broke the calm silence. The way the blueish water reflected off his skin made you dizzy.

“Good,” You cursed your voice for being so small. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous. It was your boyfriend, for goodness’s sake!

Jake loved it when you were shy, but sometimes he was genuinely worried about you. Part of why he loved you was the game that was trying to figure out what was going on in that pretty head of yours.

He reached out for you, clutching your knee. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Your stomach churned. For a second, you thought about that video of him admitting that he had a girlfriend. It made your skin crawl, but when your boyfriend squeezed your knee, it all stopped.

"Nothing," you said simply.

There's a few pulses of silence, before Jake clicked his tongue.

"H-Hey—!"

Jake got up from the water, wrapping his hands around your waist, and hoisted you up so that your legs were thrown on either side of the body, before sitting back down so that you were perched right on top of his lap.

Your chest, nearly bare, pressed against his own bare chest in a way that made your heart race. The warmth of his skin as it contacted yours was an addicting feeling, enhanced only by the warm water surrounding you. Either it was the steam from the tub, or the heat collecting between the two of your bodies, that rose to your cheeks.

You rested your hands on his chest, your fingertips barely reaching his broad shoulders, while Jake’s hands stayed in their spot around your waist.

"C'mon," you could feel Jake's warm, strong chest rumble beneath you. "Tell me what's wrong."

Under the sky, his eyes gleamed, like two gems. For the flirt that he was, Jake was too genuine and pure of a person. The sincere worry in his eyes made you feel warm, even warmer than you felt right now. And sometimes that was enough for you.

You leaned into him, your hands coming up to cup his face. You rubbed your thumbs against his cheeks, to which he let his eyelids fall shut, relishing in the comfort that was your presence. Every time your thumb pressed against his lips, he kissed them, unable to hide the smile growing on his lips when you giggled softly.

At the corner of your eye, you spotted the purple hickey you left on him the other day. That combined with his wet hair, the water droplets temptingly running down his chest, and the fact that you were right on top of him made you feel light-headed.

Your hands left his face, and Jake opened his mouth to whine about it, but was shut up when your fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

It was a soft, innocent kiss, the type you gave when you just wanted to be close to him. Jake hummed against your lips, squeezing your thighs. You pulled away first, but Jake gently guided the back of your head back to his, pecking your lips.

"I just missed you," you said. You kissed his cheek. "I really missed you."

"It's only been a day," Jake teased you, but he knew better than anyone that he had absolutely no right to say that to you: he was practically dying each moment he couldn't see you.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, staring into each other's eyes. You held onto his strong shoulders, eyes glued to his lips. You were feeling needy, needy in the way that you simply wanted to be close to Jake. You were already close to him, but you wanted to be even closer. Your heart thirsted for it.

Then, you heard a rustle, whipping your head around toward the sound.

"Nuh-uh," Jake whispered in your ear, gently holding your face and guiding it to look at him. "I want you to look at me."

It wasn't until a few seconds later that you understood why Jake's tone sounded so teasing: he was referencing you and him the other day backstage. 

"Stoppp," you whined, pushing your face into his neck. "You're so annoying."

Jake laughed, his chest rumbling. He stopped to admire the way you were all pressed up against him. He could feel every curve of your body, and he could feel the way your cheeks puffed with air, your lips forming a pout. He poked your cheek.

"You're so cute, baby."

"I know."

"What's with you getting so bold?"

"You're annoying me."

"Awww, you love me so—"

Fireworks fired off in the distance, painting the gray-blue sky with bright colors. 

You stayed in your position, only your eyes moving upward to admire the show. However, Jake stayed staring straight at you, practically ignoring the fiery flowers forming in the sky. He gazed into your eyes, watching the reflection in them.

"It's so pretty," you murmur.

"Yeah," Jake felt like he was falling into your eyes, "So pretty."

Just as another round of fireworks shot up into the sky, Jake grabbed your face, crashing his lips onto yours. Your lips fit into each other well, like puzzle pieces, in a way that was so satisfying, almost like you were made for kissing Jake. But for all of the desire and roughness that the kiss was filled with, it was a soft one. 

Jake swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, making you squeal and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands kneaded your body, roaming all over you with no intention of leaving a single part of your skin untouched. Likewise, you gripped his biceps, digging your nails into his skin to keep yourself grounded.

"Fuck—" Jake mumbled against your lips, only to get cut off by your lips attacking his— "Wait—"

Jake tasted sweet, like candy. He tasted like home, like love, like everything was going to be okay no matter what. How could you pull away now? 

"B-Baby, wait—"

"Stop talking, Jakey," you pulled away briefly, only to bite his lip, pulling on the pink flesh with your teeth. You let your tongue roam his mouth, feeling the warmth as your own hands began to wander his toned chest. 

"Just kiss me," you breathed.

You kept Jake like this for a few more minutes, trapping him in the heaven that was your lips. But when your bikini top began to untie at the back, something that Jake noticed immediately, he ripped away from you.

Something in his eyes had changed.

Quietly, he tied your bikini top back for you, ignoring your confused (and very breathless) gaze.

"If you keep doing what you do to me," he began into your ear, "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

With that, Jake threw you over his shoulder as he hoisted himself up to his feet. He grabbed everything that you brought to the rooftop, throwing your towel over you and ignoring you fussing.

"W-Where are we goin—?!"

"Back to my room."

You were in for a night.

You and Jake were going to stay in LA for a little while longer after Vidcon, so you extended your stay in the same hotel rooms.

After last night, Jake and you fell asleep in his bed. 

It was going to be the best, Jake thought. Neither of you had anywhere to be, anyone to put on a show for. The two of you could sleep in for as long as you'd like. It didn't really matter to him, as long as he could wake up with you in his arms, he'd be all right.

Which is why Jake's heart dropped to his stomach when he woke up to you already dressed, pacing around the room nervously.

"Baby?" Jake was alarmed, even as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Baby, what happened?"

You whipped your head over to him, your expression pinch and painted with anxiety. 

"Check your phone," you muttered as you chewed your lip.

Jake did as you said. The moment he opened up his phone, his screen was filled with text messages from everyone: his colleagues, his friends, heck even his own mother. He was tagged in about a thousand posts all across his social media accounts, and his Youtube home page was plastered with his face. But not only his face. Your face too.

What caught his eye was an article from a major Internet news source that made its round across every platform.

Its headline?

Jake Sim and [Name] [Last Name] are reported to be dating.

The worst part was the cover page.

It was a photo of you and Jake, together in the hottub last night, with your arms thrown around his neck with your lips connected. When he read more into it, the photo evidence got more and more specific. Close-up pictures of Jake's neck to reveal a hickey and lipstick mark on his shirt, your smudged lipstick, a screenshot of the Sanrio plush in one of his videos, even that clip of his laugh in the background of one of your videos. Of course, the most crucial one was that clip of Jake admitting that he had a girlfriend.

This was what he wanted, wasn't it? For everyone to know about you, to be able to show you off.

Objectively, this was bound to happen.

But as Jake watched you pace around, your hands shaking as you looked like you were about to cry, he didn't feel the pride that he thought he would feel if everyone knew. He didn't feel happy, he didn't feel excited that he got to show you off. All he felt was a mix of guilt and anger.

And before he could reach out to hold your hand and pull you close, you quietly said that you were going to go on a walk, and left the hotel room.

The quiet that filled the hotel room was piercing. Jake stilled in his spot, still groggy and disheveled.

Had he always been like this?

He swore that at the beginning of your relationship, he took every measure to keep it private. Because you asked him to. Because he respected you.

Why did he throw it all away? 

He agreed to keep things private. 

But now he put you in an uncomfortable position and an even more vulnerable position than you'd ever been in before. 

Was he a bad boyfriend? Were you going to break up with him? Would your relationship with him ever be the same? That made Jake's heart palpitate. He couldn't lose you. No, he'd die. But then again, he fucked up, he knew that.

Jake ran a hand through his hair. This was an asshole move.

But he couldn't help feeling his fingers twitch for his phone when it ding'd.

The first thing he saw when he opened up Twitter were tweets at him.

And they were surprisingly... supportive?

"Emo boyfriend, cute girlfriend, the best combo!"

"Sending love to both of you. Hope you're doing well. We support you."

"I'm very pleasantly surprised."

"This is literally like Hello Kitty and Batman meeting this is crazy"

But as he scrolled deeper, he found more obscure comments.

"Feel so bad for [Name]. Her boyfriend is a freak."

"He doesn't deserve her."

And the nail in the coffin:

"No wonder they kept it a secret. I'd hide it too if someone like that was my boyfriend."

Why did you keep your relationship with him secret? Jake knew the answer to that: you just wanted to keep your personal life private.

But as Jake plunged himself deeper and deeper into the hole that was the media, he could only imagine alternative answers, and one stuck out.

Were you ashamed of him? 

Of course you would be.

You were beautiful in every capacity and just the most perfect person in the world. And Jake was just himself. You were always cute, and sometimes, Jake felt like he couldn't keep up with you. You were far out of his league. His content was considered "niche" and "obscure," of course people, maybe even you, considered him a freak.

He was a bastard, and you were a princess. He didn't blame you for being embarrassed about him.

That's why you were so anxious and against your relationship being exposed, right?

No, no, no!

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Jake thought, his hands balling into fists. You wouldn't. He knew you better than anyone, and he knew that you would never be embarrassed about him. You weren't like that, and he was a fool for even thinking of you in that way. He was being insecure and stupid.

But even so, as Jake let all the guilt, shame, anger, and anxiety settle in while he thought of an apology to you, he couldn't help but feel his insecurity seeping in.

You knew that you were overreacting. You shouldn't have left Jake in there all alone, you should have sat down and talked to him about it.

But there was something scary about having everybody's eyes on you at once, scorning you. You were a Youtuber, of course you knew what it felt like to be watched, but to have the entire internet so hellbent about your personal life made you jump into your own skin.

You just took a walk along the early city streets, you reflected upon yourself.

Why did you keep your relationship with Jake secret? 

Part of it was privacy. You didn't want the internet to interfere with your personal life, of course. 

But it wasn't like you wanted to hide your love for your boyfriend forever. It wasn't like you wanted to stow him away somewhere no one could find him. You were both adults, and you had to start living at some point.

You'd be lying if you said that you never thought about making a cute video with him, if you said you never wanted to post a cheesy anniversary picture on Instagram with a long caption just for him, if you said you never wanted the world to know that Jake Sim was yours.

You remembered the first time you and Jake talked about keeping it private. He was unsure, but because he cared so much about you, he agreed. Had you ever stopped to think about how he felt? You may have wanted to keep your relationship quiet, but did he? To a degree, there was something selfish about you, both now and in the past. You wanted to preserve yourself and your feelings, but you never even considered how Jake felt.

You were afraid, you felt vulnerable and too exposed to the world. But you cared far more about Jake than those fleeting emotions. Desire outweighed fear, you had to see him now.

But as you marched back to your hotel, your mind racing as you came up with paragraphs of words that you'd spill to Jake, you began to notice your worst nightmare.

A group of men, each with massive cameras that had even bigger microphones. 

They called themselves the paparazzi, but they were really only middle-aged men that made money off of being invasive towards people half their age.

Maybe you should have worn a hat, or something, as you were in a camera-infested area that was even more infested with celebrities and influencers. As they approached you, you quickened your steps, trying to get as far as you could from them. You tried your best not to make eye-contact, but alas, they got to you before you could escape.

"[Name]?" one of them called out your name, practically running to you.

Oh my god, you thought, ignoring them as you sped up. Please not right now.

"[Name], are you dating Jake Sim?" The sound of your boyfriend's name out of their mouths made your stomach churn. You kept walking, but you could feel them pointing their massive cameras at you, taking any measure to make a buck off of you.

You had a few choices.

You could make a run for it. Though, you had about six men double your age who would probably chase you down.

You could also give in to them, and give very vague answers. That would require a lot of patience, and simply, you wanted to go kiss your boyfriend, not talk to these so-called paparazzis.

Your last option was the one that seemed the most appealing, but could stir the pot of the media even more and it would give the tabloids what they wanted: you could tell them off and shut them down completely. The only issue was that you were the cutesy, sweet, Sanrio Hello Kitty girl. You've talked about adult topics before, but for you to be hostile and mean to another person? That was completely unheard of to anyone on the Internet. It would also be very reactive, and the media could twist that into something more.

But you wanted to get out of there.

You wanted to go see Jake. If you had to throw a few curse words at people if it meant that you could go home to Jake, then you'd use every curse under the sun.

"[Name], everyone is saying that your relationship with Jake Sim is real and not a publicity stunt. Any comment on that-?"

You were getting irritated.

You stopped in your tracks, turning over your shoulder.

"Will you fuck off?" Your gaze hardened on the group of men shoving cameras in your faces. You didn't even bother looking into the lens. "It's 10 in the morning, I don't have time for this."

"We didn't mean to offend you, [Name], we just wanted to know your relationship with Jake Si—"

You huffed to yourself, rolling your eyes. They loved acting polite only to violate your privacy. 

"Cut the bullshit, okay?" you narrowed your eyes. You were only a few meters from the hotel entrance, and they were still stalking you with their massive cameras. How shameless. 

Your anger was bubbling up inside you. It was rising, rising so much that you could feel it attempting to spill out of your mouth.

"You want to make a quick buck off of me so bad?" You stepped through the hotel doorway.

If the media was so curious about your life, and if they wanted to go so far as to try to disrupt your relationship, you wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

Everyone loved seeing what you were doing, everyone loved to watch you. It was your job to put on a show, to give people what they wanted. If you wanted to live, then you'd have to accept that.

You were an influencer, a micro-celebrity. You could make tides move if you wanted to. Why be so fearful of the eyes of so many?

But more than anything, you were a performer. And if that's what they wanted from you, that's what they'll get.

"Fine," you huffed. "I'll give you a story: me and Jake have been together for six years. In fact, we met each other in high school when he was my Physics lab partner. Go investigate that, won't you?"

With that, you slammed the hotel entrance door in their faces.

Jake swore he heard the trumpets of heaven when the hotel room door cracked open, revealing you.

He'd been waiting in front of it for a while now, and he jerked up immediately as he saw your face. He jumped right to his feet, ready to spill every word he thought of on you. You deserved an explanation.

But all you did was raise your hand, silencing him instantly. Instead, you took off your shoes, took his arm, and pulled him with you to the bed. You motioned for him to lay down, and did so yourself.

Jake stared at you like you were insane. Were you not going to yell at him? Why weren't you hitting him or telling him that you wanted to break up with him? Should he be on his knees begging you to stay at this point? But he complied (because of course he did, it was you).

You laid on his chest in silence, pressing your cheek up against him. 

That made his mind wander.

Maybe you were trying to ease him into a hard conversation. Maybe you were going to forget this until later.

He didn't want that. No, you deserved to hear what he had to say. If you were going to leave him, Jake wanted to say everything that he wanted to.

"I'm sorry," Jake blurted. The silence was deafening, before you took a deep breath, turning over onto your stomach so that your chin laid on his chest.

"What for?"

The gentle look in your eye as you looked at him made Jake choke up himself. He had to hold back or he'd start sobbing.

"For going against your wishes a-and..." Jake searched through his mind for all the words he practiced, but nothing came to mind. Not with you looking at him like you still loved him. "And for telling people about our relationship. I—I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry for disrespecting the promise w-we made.... And... And—"

Jake sucked in a loud, sharp breath. His eyes were getting watery. He took your hands in his, squeezing them. 

"And I know that you're ash—ashamed of me, and I know that y-you won't— you won't want to be with me anymore, but—"

"Wait what?" you interrupted him, squeezing hands back. "I'm not ashamed of you, Jakey."

Jake stared at you.

Jakey.

"I'm not breaking up with you either. What makes you think that?"

The gate that was holding back Jake's emotions broke.

Jake let the tears that he tried so hard to hold back roll down his face. He let out a sob before he clamped a hand over his mouth.

You didn't hate him? You still wanted to be with him?

You instantly threw your leg over his hips, straddling him as you pulled his head to your chest. He melted into your touch, his wet face hiding in the crook of your neck. You pet his hair, pressing kisses to the crown of his head.

"Baby," you whispered into his ear gently. "Why are you crying?"

Jake's crying only got louder, and you couldn't help but giggle. He was a total softie. The way his hold around you tightened told you enough.

Jake sniffled through his words, cutting himself off every now and then with a hiccup and more sobs. "Th-Thought you were gonna l-leave me."

Your fingers stopped in his hair. "Leave you? Why would I?"

Jake pushed his face back into your shoulder, shaking his head.

You let him cry like that for a little while longer, whispering sweet reassurances in his ear as you patted his back. 

And when he was ready, the two of you talked it out, because that's what people did when they loved each other. You exchanged apologies, explained to each other your thought processes, and created an agreement: start anew, and you both didn’t mind that your relationship was now public, and if either of you disagreed, you had to voice it immediately. You ended it with a kiss.

You clicked the camera on, checking in the viewfinder that you were in-frame. You were back at home, the pink Hello Kitty decorations in your room, as well as the scent of strawberries, surrounding you. 

“Hi, everyone!” you smiled brightly, clasping your hands together. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you all. How are you?”

You chatted about a few updates since Vidcon, telling about your wonderful experience there and how you were so happy to meet all your fans.

“Now, onto the video!”

You peered to the side, where you spotted Jake sitting at the edge of your bed, waiting intently for your cue.

“Oh, Jakey!” you said in a sing-songy voice. “Come out now!”

With that, Jake popped into frame, dorkily saying a quick hi before plopping down onto the chair beside you.

“Today, I will be doing my boyfriend’s makeup!” you chirped happily. “Are you ready, boyfriend?”

The two of you shared a grin.

“Of course, girlfriend.”

[kimberrysunwoo]

NEW YEARS KISS

“your best friend decides to volunteer when you complain about not having anyone to kiss on new year’s eve!”

pairing: bff!gyuvin x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!, friends to lovers!!

warnings: reader is somewhat of a romantic (?), reader is also said to be a little inexperienced in terms of dating!!, a little (implied?) jealousy from gyuvin, seunghan cameo (1. FREE HIM!! HE DID NOTHING!! 2. he was the first non-jebi guy i thought of <3), they’re cute <3, this is nawt my best work i literally wrote this on new year’s eve while with my family 😭

notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY POOKIES!! i hope all of you have an amazing, healthy and happy 2024 🥹🫶🏻 may all your goals come to fruition!! also, i’m very excited for a new year with my jebis, may they continue to thrive and be as happy as they can be <3 also, hope wakeone burns down xoxo MWAH LOVE U ALL <33 ALSO!! i picked gyuvin for this bc some knetz are pissing me off currently with their stupid hate for gyuvin, so i decided to write this bc i LOVE KIM GYUVIN!! IF YOU DONT MAY GOD STRIKE YOU DOWN

word count: 1.6k

you don’t mind being single, really. it’s not really the ‘being single’ part that makes you feel weird, but rather just…not getting to have the same experiences as your friends. always having to sit and nod along when they talk about a date they went on, or how they celebrated a holiday with their partner. it’s exhausting being surrounded by couples all the time. they’re all your friends and you’re happy for them, but when it comes to events like this, you really wish you’d have more single friends.

new year’s eve is supposed to be fun, filled with laughter and loud excitement for the coming year — it is all that, but it’s also you watching your friends huddle together once the countdown to midnight starts, sharing sweet nothings before celebrating the new year with a sickeningly sweet new years kiss.

all while you kind of just stand there, celebrating the arrival of yet another year on your own. for those few lips-locking seconds, at least. is it a little silly to feel left out? of course, but is it really that absurd to want to experience a new years kiss just like everyone else? well, you don’t think so. gyuvin, your best friend, sees things a little differently, though.

“it’s so stupid, i don’t get why you’re so hung up on it,” gyuvin huffs past his snacking on some chips, throwing you a sideways glance. “just think about it, most of them have a different new year’s kiss every year. does that seem like something you want?” you roll your eyes, snatching the bag of chips from his hands. “you don’t get it,” you stuff a handful of chips into your mouth, “it’s romantic. it’s like saying ‘i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you.’ you’re not romantic enough for this.”

gyuvin just gives you a skeptic look, turning his attention back to the drama playing on your tv. it’s silent for a while, both of you a little lost in your respective thoughts until gyuvin quietly speaks up, “does it really bother you? that you don’t have someone to….” he trails off, voice a little unsure. his voice is sincere and doesn’t have the teasing tone it had earlier so you’re a little caught off guard.

you clear your throat, answering in an equally small voice, “well…yeah, kinda? i don’t know. i just think it would be…nice, for a change, you know? i want to experience stuff like that too, instead of just always watching from the sidelines.” gyuvin nods, seemingly understanding where you’re coming from, and that was that. for now, at least.

you didn’t think much of that little one off conversation, neither of you bringing it up again in the weeks that followed. though, unbeknownst to you, that seemingly unimportant conversation kept knocking at the back of gyuvin’s mind every single day. he thought about it an embarrassing amount, really. he kept telling himself that it was because he thought you were being silly, and all those times he thought about being the one giving you your new year’s kiss were definitely nothing more than fleeting, stupid thoughts. nothing more.

which is why gyuvin is so conflicted when he walks through the door of your little friend group get together on new year’s eve, bags of snacks in hand, only to see you laughing with a guy he hasn’t seen before. there’s an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in his chest and he almost involuntarily thinks back to your conversation, to the fact that you really want to kiss someone once the clock strikes midnight — and it starts to mess with his head.

he’s quickly roped into a conversation with ricky and some of his other friends, though his eye seem to be glued to you instead of the people talking to him right in front of him; his eyes drifting back to you giggling along to whatever that strange guy was talking about every few minutes, the unsettled feeling in his chest spreading all over his body. “are you even listening?” gyuvin’s attention is ripped away from staring holes in that guys head when ricky addresses him directly, ricky’s hand on his shoulder bringing him back to reality.

“yeah, sorry.” the smile on gyuvin’s face is tight, ricky glancing to where you’re still speaking to the guy and it all makes sense to him. he sends gyuvin a sympathetic look and tries to keep up the conversation, though it’s clear gyuvin’s mind is entirely preoccupied.

when the calls for new snacks start, gyuvin immediately volunteers to filling the bowls back up in the kitchen, if only to avoid his eyes from drifting back to you and the guy — whose name is seunghan, he learned — and in turn dampening his mood even further. today is supposed to be fun, why is he moping around like this?

“what did the chips do to you? you’re practically glaring ar them,” gyuvin’s head whips around at your voice, the playful smile on your face lifting some of the heaviness in his chest when he sees you standing in the doorway.

“oh, hey.” gyuvin gives you a small smile and goes back to his snack duties while trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, “who’s the guy you’ve been talking to? you bring him along?”

shaking your head you reach over to steal a handful of cheese puffs gyuvin had just emptied into a bowl, “not me, but ahrin. his name is seunghan and she has her eye on him,” you mumble, “he’s funny and they both seem to like each other.” gyuvin nods, hand absentmindedly playing with his sleeves, “you think she’ll go for the new years kiss with him?” gyuvin asks, and you can tell he regrets the question as soon as he asked it.

you just shrug silently, the sudden mention of the kiss rendering you a little speechless. “ and you? you got anyone to kiss this year?” gyuvin says in an overly sarcastic tone, seemingly in an effort to loosen the tension a little. you snort at that, “ha ha, very funny. leave me and my romantic aspirations alone,” the lightheartedness in your voice makes gyuvin relax a little, and just when he’s about to speak, someone bangs against the kitchen door, demanding your attention.

“c’mon you two, we’re playing some games,” matthew calls before rushing back to the living room. you and gyuvin share a short glance before loading up on all the snacks and following suit, excited for the mess that is most definitely about to ensue.

two screaming matches, one round of (rigged, according to hao) just dance, three bowls of snacks and dozens of tears spilt through laughter later and the almost dreaded countdown to midnight is inching closer. the couples are slowly starting to separate from the group again, looking for an area that is less crowded and a little more romantic. your high mood is slowly starting to go down, the feeling of once again being the third wheel, in a way, accompanied by this off-putting feeling of loneliness in a room full of your friends bringing the self-doubt at the back of your mind to the forefront again.

gyuvin plops down next to you, stretching his long limbs with a groan, “god i hate sitting on the floor,” he looks around, the amount of couples in your friend group only now really hitting him, “damn, is that kiss really that important?” it was a rhetorical question, really, and he was speaking to himself more than anything, yet you turn to scowl at him.

you open your mouth to go on a rant about the lack of romance in gyuvin’s mindset when he suddenly turns to you, cheeks a little flushed but eyes filled with determination, “i’ll do it.”

you blink at him, “huh? do what?” gyuvin swallows, “kiss you. give you the new years kiss you want.” it takes a second for his words to register, before you splutter at him incredulously, “what— gyuvin why would we—“

“okay, time for the countdown! ten!” you hear from the other side of the room, and panic starts to fill gyuvin’s expression. “because i want to. i’ve been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it, and—“

“seven!”

“you said it was like saying that i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you, right?” his eyes search for yours, his pupils shaking and you nod, still a little stunned.

“four!”

“that’s exactly i want to tell you. so please—“

“three!”

“i want to be the one to give you your new years kiss. if you want—“

“two!”

and then, it happens. you grab his face and pull him close, hesitation for just a millisecond before your lips meet right as it reaches midnight. the fireworks outside colouring the sky feel almost pathetic in comparison to the burst of emotions exploding in your chest, it’s warm and fuzzy and just feels so right.

both of your faces are flushed bright red as your lips separate, but neither of you can keep from biting back the goofy smiles spreading on your faces. before you can even begin to think of something to say gyuvin leans back in, pressing another kiss to your lips.

and another. and another…and another.

you only separate for good when your giggles break through the kiss, gyuvin’s hands cupping your face, “i’d say that was a pretty good start into the new year, no?”

[kimberrysunwoo]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: world's cutest couple | kgv

summary | in the middle of lunch with his friends, gyuvin gets a text from your best friend saying that he needs to come to the library because you’re sobbing uncontrollably and she can’t get you to stop.

genre | kim gyuvin x gn!reader, fluff, university!au, there’s like fake angst

wc | 1.1k

a/n: hehe heeee heheeheeee

ft kep1 youngeun

USUALLY, when Gyuvin ate with friends, he tended to ignore his phone until the meal was over. He felt like it was rude to ignore his friends for the sake of whatever was happening online, and whatever people had to say to him could wait.

That didn’t mean he didn’t check his notifications, though. If there was an emergency, he would miss it, and that likely wouldn’t end well.

So, when he gets a text from Youngeun, your best friend, who never texted him, he automatically assumes the worst. As far as he was aware, the two of you were supposedly sitting in the library, studying for the test you had in your general psychology class. You were supposed to be there all day, no exceptions, even when he’d begged you to come hang out with him that night.

Obviously, he was going to read it. If Youngeun was texting him, something was happening.

‘Hey man,’ the text began, ‘hope I’m not interrupting anything.’

The typing bubble popped up in the corner of Gyuvin’s screen, and he started to filter out whatever Ricky and Matthew were talking about in favor of focusing on whatever Youngeun was about to tell him. ‘Your partner is crying uncontrollably in this study room and I can’t get them to stop. Please help. 3rd floor room 316.’

Immediately assuming the worst, Gyuvin hopped up from his chair, slinging his jacket over his shoulders. Ricky and Matthew looked up at them, halting their conversation when Gyuvin went to pick up his bag.

“What’s up?” Ricky asked, tilting his head. “Everything good?”

“Something’s up with [First],” Gyuvin replied, pushing his chair in. “Gonna go see what’s up. Sorry, guys.”

“No problem, man,” Matthew replied, shaking his head. “Hope everything’s okay.”

With that, he was half-jogging out of the dining hall, cringing at the temperature change when he walked outside. There was a light breeze that accompanied the setting sun, and he wasn’t wearing enough layers to fight off the chill it brought.

As he fast-walked to the library, Gyuvin’s mind began to wander from bad to worse, wondering what in the world could’ve gotten you going. You hadn’t turned in any big essays recently, nor had you applied for an internship that you could’ve been rejected by—so, he started to fear the worst. Maybe your cat at home, who he hadn’t been able to meet yet, had died, or maybe your childhood friend was diagnosed with cancer—it had to be something not good.

Gyuvin was so stressed out that he bypassed the elevator, walking straight towards the awful stairs that would lead him to the third floor. He practically ran up them, skipping two or three stairs at a time as his heart practically pounded out of his chest. When he finally made it to the room Youngeun said you were in, he threw the door open, panting from the amount of ground he’d covered in maybe 3 minutes.

Youngeun was sitting across from you at a table, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. She looked exasperated, a vein practically popping from her forehead. You, on the other hand, were face down on the desk, obviously crying from the way you jerked every couple of seconds.

Gyuvin wasted no time in walking in, dropping his bag next to the door and rushing towards you. He knelt next to you so his head would be level with yours, resting a hand on your back as comfortingly as possible.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, to which you sat up. Your face was red and puffy and tears were bunched in your eyes, dripping down your face and onto your shirt. Before Gyvuin could do anything else, you shoved your phone into his face.

On the screen was an Instagram post, from a popular account among students at your university. They posted anonymous comments from the student body, most of which were positive, and a vast majority were quite funny. He’d followed it himself, but he wasn’t exactly checking every single post they made.

“What—what’s this?”

“Read it,” you choked out, slamming your head down on the desk again. Gyuvin grabbed the phone from your hands, scanning over the black text in front of him.

‘There’s a couple I always see around campus that are soooo cute. Like, seriously, the world’s cutest couple. They’re campus celebrities to my friends and me, and we (not creepily) take pictures every time we see them together. The next slide is our favorite picture of them.’

Curious, Gyvuin swiped, and a small gasp escaped from his lips. It was a picture of the two of you from about two months ago, during a small university festival that had become a tradition over the years. Quite frankly, it was a very beautiful picture of the two of you—and a moment he was glad to see someone captured. Ricky had picked up a water gun and began spraying both of you, to which Gyuvin had picked you up to use you as a shield. You were laughing and so was he, and all he could think about was how beautiful you looked in the picture.

Then, when you let out a dejected sob, he realized what he was here for. “You’re crying over this?” he asked. You picked yourself up from the table again, sniffling and looking at him with the saddest eyes he’d ever seen.

“They called us the cutest couple in the world, Gyuvin,” you said. The moment you got that out, you hiccuped, holding back another loud cry. “And the picture. Oh my god, the picture.”

“It’s a nice picture,” he agreed, putting his hands on your cheeks. “I’m glad you’re so moved by the truth, honey.”

Youngeun snorted, spinning her pen in her hand. “Yeah, the truth. Sure.”

Gyuvin would have to comment and ask for them to send him the picture later. For now, though, he had to stop your crying and make sure you didn’t waste a bunch of your “precious” study time crying over something that he already knew.

thank you for reading !

tags: @happysmileybee @wtfhyuck

[kimberrysunwoo]

strawberries and cigarettes — sim jaeyun x fem. reader

→ in which jaeyun can’t get over the taste of your strawberry lip gloss and you yearn for a taste of secondhand smoke

warnings : cursing, smoking, kissing, jaeyun simp era

🗯️ : goofy ass username kind of ruins the vibe but you get what i mean…jake🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

You’re so beautiful that Jaeyun can’t look at you for too long. The urge to take a puff of a cigarette resurfaces though he’s been trying to quit, you’re dangerous he thinks to himself.

The cold rushes in, biting at his nose, leaving a trace of ice behind. Jaeyun’s fingers wrap around the lighter inside his pocket, trembling, shaking, filled with electricity. He doesn’t know what time it is, only that your palm is warm as it presses against his hip bone, and that your lips feel like satin as they move against his own.

Where is he?

— it doesn’t matter. Not right now with teeth nipping at his bottom lip or hair twisted in his hand, moonshine glossing over, and honeysuckle air. He likes the way you feel against him, soft skin, shaky feet, the kind that wraps themselves in ballet slippers.

“You-”, you gasp, neck tipping back as his hand automatically reaches out to cradle it, and he thinks that he’s never heard a sound so pretty. Jaeyun tightens his hold on your waist, breath coming out in cloudy bursts.

Cold. Everything is cold but his lips are warm and hot like honey, unbearably sweet yet you taste a hint of burnt caramel, bitter secondhand smoke: wild, unattainable with a smear of gossamer.

Something lazily flickers to life inside his chest, the desire mixed in with danger and a hint of curiosity to push you a little harder. To see if you yearn for him, just like he yearns for the sweet and supple taste of your strawberry lips. But he holds himself back.

Berries, gloss, and honey lie on his mouth; the wind nips at his cheekbones and soothes you with a chill deliberately after. Jaeyun pulls you closer into the comfort of his warmth. “You look handsome today,” you breathe out.

Jaeyun lets out a shuddering breath, as he rests the tip of his chin on the top of your head, embracing you as he tucks this memory under the favourite corner of his heart. If he could, he’d stare at it for a little longer, at your silhouettes that form one shadow.

Ice bursts on his tongue as he says, “I love you.”

But he really means: I love you, so much, like the stars in the sky. Your smile looks gorgeous under the sunlight but it feels even better against my own. I only hold you close because I can’t describe how much you mean to me. Can you kiss me again?

A mix of strawberry and cigarettes, so smoky yet sweet, a sharp tang of sour ash and syrup.

— and he’s never felt so alive.

© eumpapas, 2023

[kimberrysunwoo]

stuck in your web ━━ jake sim ⟡ spiderman au

★ wc 1.3k warnings none note @soobnny u inspired me to write this while i was on the plane i’m actually insane my brain is rotting w spidey bf jake (proofread but idk if there r any mistakes rip sry pookies)

Not even your blankets could stave off the whisper of cold wind that followed Jake in through the window, a chill that was just as quickly chased away by his embrace. He slid in beneath your comforter, a drawn out sigh leaving his lips, one of which you learned as you turned around, was split and crusted with blood. Your hand found his cheek in the darkness, the other reaching out blindly for the light switch.

“No, don’t,” he grumbled halfheartedly, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades in a lazy attempt to hide the lasting damage of his latest fight.

Your fingers closed the switch and you turned your bedside lamp on despite his protests, propping yourself up on your elbow to better survey his injuries. Jake had made a terrible habit of assuming that slipping into your bed and just having you in his arms would solve all his problems, emotional and physical. As much as you despised the fact, that wasn’t true.

“Let me clean you up?”

You asked softly, brushing his bangs away from his face lazily, wincing as you felt his ordinarily soft hair crusted with something— blood, or dirt, you weren’t sure. In times like this, it felt like there wasn’t much you could offer Jake, and an inescapable feeling of helplessness swelled and formed a lump in your throat. He’d reassured you time and time again that your company was enough, but you figured the least you could do was clean him up to the best of your ability.

“No, let’s just go to sleep, I’ll do it tomorrow,” Jake mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed cutely and his words muffled by the soft cotton of your pillow.

You rolled your eyes, and gathered the motivation to slip out of bed— Jake let you go without any coherent protest, and you padded into the bathroom. The routine you’d adopted was methodical and you had to admit there was something therapeutic about it— saline solution, a glass of warm water, a flannel and the Hello Kitty bandaids Jake claimed to hate but never stopped you from putting on the lesser of his injuries. His arms wound around your waist as you perched on the edge of the bed, pulling you close enough that he could rest his cheek against your thigh.

“I’ll sleep easy knowing I’ve helped you, even a little,” you hummed quietly, running your hand through his hair, trying not to tug when your fingers caught on whatever it was that had gotten stuck, presumably during his fight.

“You’re helping me by being a good cushion,” he huffed, his breath fanning warmly across your bare skin and it was almost criminal how endearing he could be without trying.

“Jake.”

He sighed dramatically, shuffling to sit up in front of you, still in his spider suit— the webbed material had become oddly familiar under your fingers and it was with practiced ease that you peeled the suit away from his skin. Your heart was caught in your throat as you revealed planes of tan skin, terrified you’d come across an injury that couldn’t be fixed with pink—patterned plasters and a gentle kiss. Jake reached for your hands, grabbing your wrist and bringing your trembling hands to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“I’m fine, really— just a couple scratches.”

His reassurances did wonders to comfort you, and you swallowed down the anxiety in your throat, nodding and offering him a small, sleepy sort of smile. You traced the ridges of his collarbones, your fingers dancing over divots and muscles that contracted instinctively under your gentle touch. Jake slumped, relaxing into your assessment of his injuries, and it gave you a rush like no other knowing you were the only person he trusted with this.

“Keroppi or My Melody?”

You asked, a laugh dancing on your lips in the form of an amused smile as you held up his options— a square plaster with Keroppi depicted on the beach, or My Melody sat with a character you didn’t know the name of.

“Keroppi,” Jake murmured after a moment of contemplation, and you averted your attention from his pretty face to focus on peeling the paper backing off the plaster.

There was a cluster of small scratches along his ribs, raw and aggravated, and you frowned— Jake’s thumb reached up to push gently at your frown, and you bit the tip of his thumb playfully. He laughed, and the sound of it was the only plaster needed to soothe your worried heart.

“I can barely even feel ‘em, you don’t need to look so worried.”

“‘s my job to be worried about you, Jake.”

Jake let out a quiet huff, his bottom lip jutting out in a stupidly kissable pout, “it’s not your job, but it’s one of the many reasons why I love you.”

You were grateful to be sat with your back to the lamp, knowing the blush on your cheeks wouldn’t be illuminated.

“I love you too.”

“I know.”

You went through the motions of cleaning the rest of his injuries— thankfully, none of them were more than shallow scratches, and some warm water and a cloth had them mostly sorted. His torso was an array of carefully arranged Hello Kitty plasters, at least twelve pastel coloured, cartoon faces staring up at you with unseeing eyes. The only injury you hadn’t dealt with was his split lip, and Jake frowned when he realised you’d insist on cleaning that too.

“Ynnie, can’t you just kiss that one better?”

He pleaded, looking up at you through his lashes with the puppy—dog eyes that ordinarily would entice you into folding to his whims. You shook your head, placing your palms against his cheeks and squishing gently, forcing his lips into a pout. You leaned forward and kissed him softly, allowing the tension to bleed out of your rigid shoulders once you’d seen for yourself that he was truly okay.

“I can’t kiss it better, but I can kiss you anyway,” you murmured against his lips, pressing another chaste kiss against them before you pulled away, the warm, damp cloth in hand.

You cleaned the small cut as carefully as possibly, and if a minute or so of that time had been spent admiring the slope of his cupids bow or the criminally enticing pink of his lips, that was between you and God.

“Your pyjamas are in the wardrobe,” you prompted him— they were technically yours, but they had become a staple of Jake’s post—fight routine.

He rolled out of your bed still pouting, nearly taking your duvet with him before you tugged it back, hiding a giggle behind your arm. Jake threw his spider suit into the depths of your closet with the internal promise to grab it when he woke up, and suited up instead in fluffy Cookie Monster pyjama bottoms and a shirt he was sure had once been his. When Jake crawled back into your bed, he flopped onto your chest with no regard for your need to breathe.

“If college doesn’t work out, I don’t see why you couldn’t pursue a career as a mattress,” he mumbled, situating his cheek against your chest and ensuring he could feel the steady pound of your heart against his ear, “actually, that’s a terrible idea— I think if you ever let anyone else lay on you like this, I think I’d throw up.”

You let out a huff of laughter, your hands tangling in his hair like they belonged there, your eyes crinkled in amusement. Jake’s weight was familiar, and you relaxed under him, fumbling blindly for the duvet to pull it over both your bodies.

“Not a career path ‘m considering, so you have nothing to worry about,” you whispered against the top of his head, your statement punctuated by an unfairly soft kiss. Jake propped his chin up on your sternum, looking up at you expectantly.

“Goodnight kiss?”

You rolled your eyes in feigned exasperation, and leaned forward enough that your lips met in a sweet kiss, though you were mindful of the split that would take at least a few hours to scab over.

“You’re such a baby.”

“Your baby.”

“Yeah, mine.”

[kimberrysunwoo]

Boyfriend Material

Kim Gyuvin x Reader

High School AU(I'm not creative) where Gyuvin tries to convince the reader to date him. Unfortunately for him, reader is more than cautious of his playful personality.

Note: Probably not very grammatically well. I think this story is too long.

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Does your heart beat for him? Gyuvin would often wander around this question.

Many seconds have been spent trying to talk to you. Many minutes have been spent staring at you. Many hours have been spent thinking about you. Many days have been spent longing for you.

It wasn't as if Gyuvin didn't do anything about his more than average adoration for you. He did. He did almost everything that he could. Almost everything for you to reciprocate what he felt, or atleast for you to just look at him properly.

"Keep sulking over there and you'll end up becoming a skeleton." Gunwook hopelessly jokes to his hopeless friend Gyuvin who had been silently staring at an action figure for the past few minutes.

Junhyeon and Gunwook were sitting on the latter's bed. Gunwook had invited his two friends to his house to hang out. Gyuvin sitting on the floor and staring at a figure with joy drained out of his friend's face was not what he had planned to be "hanging out".

In response, Gyuvin only sighs. The boy seemingly was not comforted by his friend's words, his dilemma was too big to be joked about.

"Keep sighing over there and [name] will eventually smell your bad breath from where they're at." Junhyeon laughs

Junhyeon's joke however, unlike Gunwook's, had elicited a non-lifeless response from Gyuvin. The boy's eyes widened, quickly bringing his hand up to his mouth and puffing out air through said mouth to smell his breath.

"Is that why they don't like talking to me?" Gyuvin panics, "Is my breath that bad?"

"Well sure, [name] looks at you in disgust, but I'm sure that your breath isn't the only reason." Junhyeon snickers

Gunwook smacks Junhyeon's back, which elicits a painful wince from the boy, "Sure that you need to brush your teeth after eating fish, but your breath isn't that bad." Gunwook tries to reassure Gyuvin

"But it is bad?" Gyuvin whines, dragging his hands over his eyes, "Stupid, stupid Gyuvin! Always with stinky breath, no wonder they dont like you, they're never gonna like you!" The boy crazily rants about and to himself.

"Didn't know you were into degradation." Junhyeon's amusement was met with Gunwook loudly smacking him on the back,

"OW!" Junhyeon clutches his knees

"You know what, man? You're breath doesn't smell bad. We were just joking with ya." Gunwook tries to once again, reassure his friend, who was banging his head against the wall.

"That doesn't make sense. Then why don't they like me?" Gyuvin had transferred his antics from banging his head on the wall to trying to pull out his brown hair with both of his hands, after having had set the action figure he was holding down beside him, "I tried everything! Bad breath has to be it!"

"You know maybe [name]'s just into more mature guys." Junhyeon says nonchalantly to the boy while laying down on Gunwook's bed.

"What?" Gyuvin now sets his hands on the floor. His hands were now supporting his body that was leaning towards the direction of Junhyeon, expectantly waiting for an explanation.

Before Gunwook could yet again land a slap on Junhyeon, the latter signs to the former to stop, "You aren't really what someone would flex to be their boyfriend. Sure, you're handsome, but I think [name] isn't that shallow."

"You're actually on to something." Gunwook squints suspiciously at Junhyeon.

"So? So?" Gyuvin asks desperately, he uses his knees to walk over to the two boys. The boy stops "walking" once he had reached a close distance and starts patting non-stop on both of his friends' thighs, demanding for a response.

Junhyeon stops Gyuvin's hand with his own, and, without raising his head up to look at him, says, "You're a kid bro."

Gunwook follows in suit of Junhyeon, lightly holding Gyuvin's hand on his thigh, but unlike Junhyeon, looks Gyuvin straight at the eyes, "What he means to say bro, is that you don't act mature enough for a relationship. You always sleep in class, spend your free time playing around, making a mess when eating, making fuss whenever you're in a crowd, and when it comes to [name]...."

Gunwook looks away, halting his statement, seemingly not able to tell his friend what comes next.

"You scream their name whenever you see them, when there's a ton of people around. You're always following them around, talking their ear off. You scare away anybody you see them with. You're always teasing them, hiding their things and laughing when you find a booger in their nose. The list just goes on." Junhyeon completes Gunwook's statement.

Gyuvin looks shocked, "I was just trying to point out the booger, I didn't want them to be embarrassed if other people pointed it out."

"Dude, it's embarrassing when you point it out, especially when you're laughing and when other people can hear you." Gunwook takes his hands off of Gyuvin's to facepalm, "Gyuvin, maybe you can tone down your antics a little bit. Be a little more mature."

"Leave [name] alone, I think this is getting out of hand." Junhyeon grumbles softly to which only Gunwook heard and in response, had nodded his head slowly.

A few seconds pass in silence.

Gyuvin then stands up and puts a fist to his chest, "[name], I'll be the boyfriend you want!"

"First step, stop shouting all the time." Junhyeon sits up and places his hands on either side of his ears with a displeased expression.

"This talk was supposed to stop you from annoying [name], not annoy them even more." Junhyeon grumbles. Unfortunately, Gyuvin seemed to be off in his own world and hadn't heard Junhyeon.

"Where did this even come from?" Gunwook mumbles to himself.

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"Let me help you with that." Gyuvin awkwardly smiles at you, hands outstretched to the pile of books you were taking out of your locker.

"No." You reply sternly, not looking at the boy beside you as you struggle to close your locker while carrying your books.

"No, I insist." Gyuvin makes a small fuss with your hands, trying to take your books by force.

The both of you tussle for a bit. None of you, however, had turned out to be victorious as your books fell to the ground, accumulating stares from passersby.

Gyuvin immediately crouches down to collect your fallen books. Before you could do anything, Gyuvin had already stood up with your books in a tight embrace to his chest, "Lead the way, [name]."

"Gyuvin, give me back my books." You exasperatingly sigh and ignore what Gyuvin had said to you, locking your locker closed.

"No, a gorgeous person like you shouldn't be carrying heavy things. You know what? Let me carry your bag." Gyuvin outstretches his one hand, pulling on your backpack strap that was hanging on your left shoulder, in an attempt to carry it for you.

You grip the boy's wrist near your shoulder, "I'm very not in the mood to chase you around the whole school for my things. So, give it up."

Gyuvin scrunches his eyebrows together, "What? I was just going to walk you to class. Come on now, don't you trust me."

"I don't."

Gyuvin pouts, "Please? Please? Please? Please?"

"Fine! Stop whining. If you run off with my things or hold this against me in the future, I'm going to literally never talk to you." You relent to the boy as his whines had started wringing in your ears.

You slap the boy's hand away from you and your backpack. You then try to walk away to your classroom, but you were halted in your tracks. You turn your head to see that Gyuvin had grabbed the handle loop of your backpack.

"What's your problem?" You angrily ask the boy.

"Give me your bag?" Gyuvin confusedly questions you, tugging on the handle loop.

You grab the boy's arm that was on your bag and fling it towards his body, "Be lucky that I am letting you carry my books. I want to go now, so, don't make this difficult." You say your piece as if talking to a child who had done something wrong.

"Exactly, you're already letting me carry your books, so, just let me carry your bag." Gyuvin says like it was common knowledge.

"If I'm going to give you my bag and then you run off, I'm going to be left with nothing. Now, let's go before I take my books away from you." You storm off, Gyuvin quickly trailing behind to catch up to you.

Due to the fact that you were walking so fast and that Gyuvin had been trying to walk beside you, he wasn't able to be aware of his environment. In simple words, the boy had tripped face-first onto a pillar because of that.

"Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, stopping in your tracks to barely touch the boy's cheek with your palm to see if he had broken anything on his face.

Despite almost breaking his nose, Gyuvin didn't let your books fall, firmly hugging the said books.

"Yeah, I'm just glad I didn't land on my butt."

"Are you sure? I can ask for an ice-pack from the nurse."

"Nah, I'm a strong man! This was nothing!" Gyuvin holds his chin high.

You roll your eyes, retracting your hand and turning away to continue walking off to your classroom. This time, your pace was slower.

As you had turned away, Gyuvin turned a very dark shade of crimson. The boy gulps and takes his long legs to walk beside you.

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Gyuvin had dropped you off and was now sitting in his classroom that differed from yours. The boy sets his head atop of his table, his right cheek meeting the cold desk. He adjusts his eyes to look at the window infront of him and thinks about his earlier encounter with you.

Never talk to him again? Were you really going to be that extreme? He could barely stay sane without hearing your voice for a few seconds, how could he endure a period of "never"?

He remembers how you had flung his arm away. Sure, it hurt when his arm hit the hard books he was carrying, but the rejection hurt more. Knowing that his advances towards you were always shut down, made his heart rip little by little, because it meant that you didn't want him, that you didn't need him.

"Good Morning, class."

Gyuvin quickly stands up alongside his classmates to greet the old professor.

"You all may take a seat. Now, turn to page 144 in your textbook."

Unlike the past, Gyuvin had brought his textbook this time. Furthermore, he actually opened his book, to the correct page, nonetheless. It was unusual, so unusual that his seatmates and even those infront of him had turned to look at him. Not only did Gyuvin open a book, a book that was for academic purposes, he had also opened a notebook where he was taking down notes.

For the whole hour or so lesson, Gyuvin was attentive up until the bell rang, signifying the end of the class.

"Keep up the good work Kim Gyuvin." The old professor smiles at the boy in amusement.

"Sir, yes Sir!" Gyuvin responds in much determination, one wouldn't have guessed that the boy was a slacker in class.

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It was a hot afternoon, Gyuvin and Gunwook had just finished after-school soccer practice that day and were now in the changing rooms. Their friend, Junhyeon, was already waiting for them outside the changing rooms and had invited himself in, once the two boys had entered.

"What's going on with you today? You're being a little less loud than usual." Gunwook says jokingly, wiping sweat off of his own forehead with a clean towel.

"I'm just toning it down, you know?" Gyuvin says whilst changing into the fresh clothes he took out from his bag.

"You didn't even sleep in morning classes today." Junhyeon pointed out, sitting on the bench in the changing room and on his phone.

"What can I say? I am Mr. Perfect." Gyuvin hums, shoving his dirty clothes into his bag.

"And just when I thought you actually changed. Well, Junhyeon did say that you started to doze off in math class. But I guess that was a fluke, huh?" Gunwook clacks his tounge

"Be more respectful of your elders, would ya?" Gyuvin playfully slaps the back of Gunwook's head.

"Hey, bros, could you hurry up a bit? I've been waiting for a hundred years now." Junhyeon complains

"Jeez, could you not? Me and Gyuvin have been tirelessly practicing for the next match, the coach had us stay behind even." Gunwook defends himself and Gyuvin, "You aren't even supposed to be inside the changing rooms."

"Ok, not my fault you guys are MVPs or something that need extra training. You guys promised to game with me after practice." Junhyeon whines, "And tell that Han Yujin kid to stop staring at me weirdly."

"I'd stare at you weirdly too if you were looming over the changing rooms. I'd think you were a pervert or something." Gyuvin defends his junior.

Junhyeon lets out a dramatic gasp, wiping away fake tears, "I am not a pervert! How dare you!" The boy then changes his mood quickly, smiling mischievously, "Gyuvin, bro, I actually forgot to tell you something."

"You already had my attention bro, what is it?"

"There's this girl in our class that's got a crush on you. I think you'd like her." Junhyeon giggles

"Name reveal! Name reveal!" Gunwook claps his hands together repeatedly.

"I really could care less." Gyuvin sighs, rubbing his face.

"Is this because of [name]?" Gunwook asks, seemingly disappointed.

"Why do you even like them?" Junhyeon chastised

"What do you mean?" Gyuvin aggressively asks, slamming his locker door shut.

The other two boys wince, they were taken aback by Gyuvin's sudden change of behavior.

"I don't mean that [name] isn't a catch or anything. They're great actually." Junhyeon quickly defends himself, shaking his hands infront of his chest, "I just meant like why do you like them specifically?"

"I, uh, I uhm." Gyuvin struggles to find an answer.

"I think it's time you move on, bro. Go and date someone else you're actually interested in. For example, maybe you'll actually like the girl Junhyeon talked about." Gunwook says seriously

"Where is this even coming from? I really like [name], I always have liked [name]." Gyuvin asks in disbelief, laughing along the way.

"Then why do you like [name]?" Junhyeon repeats his question.

"I like- cuz you know, uhm. Ah, because I uh." Gyuvin struggles yet again to find an answer. Shouldn't his two closest friends know why?

"You're always like that whenever someone asks why you like [name]. It's really time that you stop messing with them." Gunwook points out.

"I'm not messing with them." Gyuvin whispers

Taking a deep breath of the fresh late afternoon air, he had reached the school's exit and then finds a bench to sit on outside of the school building.

Did his two closest friends really think that he was messing with you? Gyuvin silently walks away, making sure that the changing room door closed silently. The boy becomes deaf to his two friends calling out his name.

He makes a bee-line for the school's exit.

Why did he like you? Was a question frequently asked, by your friends, his friends, his team-mates, his siblings, and even his mother. It was a simple question, but Gyuvin couldn't really pin-point an answer. This has caused for a lot of people to assume that his feelings for you were for laughs, that they weren't real. Maybe it wasn't real. Maybe it wasn't genuine. But why did Gyuvin want you so badly?

Gyuvin didn't really think much. He never sat down to collect his thoughts or reflect on his feelings. So, now he will. Why was it you that he wanted when there were other people who wanted him, like that girl from his class? Well, he was stubborn and often pursued anything he happened to set his mind on, so, maybe that was the reason. Gyuvin didn't want to "mess" with you in that extent. So, he focused on thinking, something others wouldn't have imagined him doing, all to answer the infamous question, "Why does Gyuvin like [name]?".

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Walking down the busy halls of the school with no particular destination in mind, Gyuvin was chatting away with his good friend, Gunwook. It was the first day of school and Gyuvin was curious about which teachers Gunwook had, in the event that he had that teacher before.

"Math with Ms. Lee, and then Science with Mr. Cruz." Gunwook tells his older friend of his teachers in each class.

"Good luck with Mr. Cruz, he's a total nightmare." Gyuvin laughs at his friend.

"Was he really a nightmare or were you just being a slacker in class?"

"Hey now, you don't hear me complaining about the other teachers." The brunette boy sighs, "Besides, who tells a poor young boy to sit on air for 15 minutes? Sounds like child abuse to me."

Gyuvin wasn't really paying attention to his environment. Suffice to say, due to his inability to be aware and his extreme clumsiness, he trips and hits a concrete pillar face-first. The impact of which he hit himself wasn't what you called a breeze, rather, it was the opposite. So much so that he fell down on his back, the back of his head included.

"Argh" Gyuvin rubs his nose, he was on the floor, and since he never bothered to close the duffel bag that he was carrying, its contents had spilled all over the floor.

"Are you okay?" You asked, kneeling down to the boy to see if he was alright. You didn't touch him to help him up immediately, as you thought that it'd be awkward and didn't want to intrude personal space.

Gyuvin tilts his head up to look at you whilst holding his nose in pain, he was in a daze and was slightly hallucinating, "Am I dead?" 'Cuz I think that you're an angel." The boy says with a nasal voice.

You shake your head, collecting Gyuvin's things on the floor so that they didn't block the way for other people passing by. You fold the clothes among the fallen contents of the brunette's bag, and place his things carefully back inside the duffel bag.

"You're really beautiful, I'm really beautiful, we should totally go out." Gyuvin sends you finger-guns, clicking his tounge alongside.

"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" You ask seriously, worried that the boy may be out of it.

"If that means spending more time with you, then yes and yes and yes." Gyuvin drones

You finish placing Gyuvin's things in his bag with an action figure and offer a hand to him.

"You want to hold hands? Don't mind if I do."

You help Gyuvin up on his feet and sling his duffel bag over his arm. You then turn to Gunwook who had been hysterically laughing all this time, "This your friend?"

"Yes" Gunwook musters up a one-word response from laughing too hard.

"Heyyyy, don't talk to another man. I'm a jealous boy, you know." Gyuvin whines, not letting go of your hand.

You tussle with the brunette for a bit, taking your other hand to free your hand in and from his grip. The boy only takes his other large hand and tries to cage your free hand in his.

"I'll take him out of your hands." Gunwook had calmed down from his laughter and pulls Gyuvin away from you by the collar. This had made a leeway for you to take your hands away from him, and ultimately, leave.

"Thanks, have a good one. Take him to the nurse if he keeps this behavior up." You bow your head slightly and run away from the pair.

"Talk about being embarrassing, man." Gunwook shakes his head, slapping the other party's back.

"Who was that?" Gyuvin asks in a daze

"I don't know, I think they're in your year."

"Well, Gunwook, my man." The brunette slings his arm around the other boy's shoulders.

"What?"

"Get your suit and tie because your going to be the best man."

"Don't even think about it. The least that you can do is thank them, not play around with them."

"Exactly, I'll thank them by being their own one of a kind boyfriend." Gyuvin puts his fist to his chest.

"Where did this even come from? You're absolutely delusional."

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"You know, I'd be a great boyfriend."

"Oh!" You let out a yelp and turn to look at Gyuvin who had set his hand on the table you and your friends were occupying, "Oh, its you."

"Yeah, it's me, your future boyfriend." Gyuvin scoots your friend, Taerae who was beside you, aside and invites himself over to sit in between the both of you, "This must be fate."

It wasn't fate. In all actuality, Gyuvin had been ditching his friends during lunch to scour the entire cafeteria to find you. He had been doing this for the past 4 days, shoving his lunch down his throat in the last 5 minutes of lunch period, when he couldn't find you.

"I don't even know you." You dejectedly say, trying not to look at the boy who was trying to put his face infront of you.

Gyuvin fakes a hurt look. Your friend infront of you, Jeonghyeon, scoffs, "He's in the same basketball team as me, his name's-"

"Up, up, up, up, let me introduce myself Jeonghyeon." Gyuvin drops his act and clears his throat, "Since I am your future boyfriend, I will let this slide. But don't do this again!"

"Ok?" You shoot a glance at Taerae, asking for help silently, but he was too busy trying to hide his laughter.

"My name, your future boyfriend's name, is Gyuvin. But you can call me any sweet nickname you'd like." Gyuvin winks at you and rests his lower arm on the table.

"Well okay, Gyuvin, have you eaten yet?"

"Why, I haven't yet. You're so thoughtful, uh..."

Jeonghyeon covers his mouth to laugh, "You don't know their name?"

"Shush, Jeonghyeon!" Gyuvin shouts, showing the other boy his index finger, gesturing him to stay quiet, "What's your name, lovely?"

"Well, you should go back to your table and eat, it isn't good to starve." You look over to Jeonghyeon, asking for help with your eyes, but he too, was too busy trying to hide his laughter.

"You're so sweet, darling. Please tell me your name, though." Gyuvin places his hand on your shoulder.

"It's [name], now why don't you go eat, Gyuvin. If you want, you can take my lunch." You offer to Gyuvin, trying to make him go away.

"Gyuvin and [name], that's nice." Gyuvin wanders for a bit, he stares at you a bit too long and a bit too hard. He then notices something in your nose, "Oh, by the way, you have a booger in your nose."

That seemed to have done it, as all of your friends started to unleash their loud laughter. Even people nearby started to chuckle.

Gyuvin laughs it off, "Here, let me take it off for you." He takes his hand off your shoulder towards your nose but you push his hand away and cover your nose with your right hand.

The brunette was hurt by your rejection. He thought that he didn't do anything wrong. You had stood up and used your left hand to push your tray of food towards Gyuvin, "Here, eat. I'll be going now."

Gyuvin was going to say something else, but you were already running off to the exit.

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"Bruno Mars is better." Taerae argues with you.

You and Taerae were in the same class and subsequently, were talking in the classroom you both shared before classes started.

"Whatever you say. Arguing with you is tiring, you're so stubborn."

"I am an ENTJ after all, it's in my nature."

"Stop blaming your MBTI for your horrible attitude."

"Good Morning [name]!" Gyuvin's voice booms inside your classroom, interrupting the conversation you were having with Taerae.

"How did he find my class?" You ask in disbelief.

"I may or may not have said anything about your whereabouts to Junhyeon." Taerae giggles

"He's friends with Gyuvin?" You ask, terrified that you have a mutual friend with Gyuvin.

"I mean Jeonghyeon is too, but-"

"What're we talking about today?" Gyuvin interrupts once again, pushing Taerae's chair away from yours with his leg to make room for his own chair that he had dragged away from an unoccupied desk.

"Oh, hello there Gyuvin." You awkwardly greet the boy who had now sat down beside you.

Gyuvin snakes his arm around your shoulders, "Hi [name]."

"What brings you here?" You try to back away from the boy but his arm stuck you down to your place.

"You, ofcourse. The day was so beautiful today that I just had to come see you."

"Really? I didn't know that you came this early to school." You grumble loudly enough for the boy next to you to hear.

"I told you already, the day was so beautiful today that I just had to see you, sweetie." Gyuvin baby-talks you.

"Well okay then.." You pause for a moment, not knowing what to say, "Sweetie.."

You cringe at yourself while Gyuvin was almost shaking in joy. However, Gyuvin's joy was mildly interrupted by Taerae's loud laughter.

"What're you laughing at?" Gyuvin snaps at Taerae

"Ah, I didn't mean to-"

"You know what? Can you leave? You laughing at [name], isn't needed."

"That wasn't my intention, I-"

"Leave." Gyuvin stares the boy down until he finally stood up to go out of the classroom.

"You went too far." You stare at Gyuvin

"He was laughing at you."

"He's my friend, ofcourse he's going to laugh at me." You push Gyuvin's arm away from you gently, "Look, Gyuvin. I appreciate that you care for me to an extent but you need to learn about not overstepping boundaries."

"I'm sorry, [name]." Gyuvin pouts

"No need to apologize to me. Go after Taerae and apologize to him." You shoo Gyuvin away to which he obediently follows.

Gyuvin finds Taerae just outside your classroom, leaning against the lockers.

"Hey man, I'm sorry about earlier." Gyuvin brings a hand out for Taerae to shake.

"No worries." Taerae brings his hand out to accept Gyuvin's handshake, "But I do want to ask you something."

Gyuvin brings his hand down from Taerae's, "Shoot."

"Why do you like [name]?"

"Why? Do you like them?"

"Absolutely not, we argue too much. I'm just curious, you liking them came out of nowhere. So, why do you like [name]?"

"You know..." Gyuvin drones on his answer, "Because... uhm.."

Taerae doesn't wait for Gyuvin to continue, "Try not to mess with [name], alright?"

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"Where is my calculator?" You search your backpack for the said calculator.

You had left your things unattended at the table you and your friends had gathered around, to go to the restroom. You thought that since your friends were there, your things would be guarded.

"I don't know. Maybe Junhyeon knows, him and his friends just left awhile ago." Jeonghyeon suggests

"When you say Junhyeon and his friends, do you mean Gyuvin?" You slowly turn to Jeonghyeon, almost terrified.

"Ahhhh" Jeonghyeon seemingly had a moment of realization, "Yes.."

You see, when you left for the restroom, Junhyeon had stopped by at the table your friends were gathered at, to talk to Taerae. With Junhyeon was Gunwook and most importantly, Gyuvin. The latter was going to ask where you were when he spotted your things at the far-right end of the table. He recognized your bag easily.

Since your friends were occupied talking to each other, he did what any normal person would do. He sneakily took the calculator near your bag.

Junhyeon had finished talking with Taerae, and left with Gunwook and Gyuvin before you came back. In great fashion, Gyuvin took your calculator with him home.

"What's gotten you so happy there?" Gyuvin's mother asks her son.

The boy had changed into his house clothes and was sitting in the kitchen where his family was eating.

"What do you mean?" Gyuvin giggles, he had been giggling ever since he was picked up from school by his older brother, Hao.

"Does my boy have a crush in school?" His mother gushes.

"Ewwwww." His younger sister, Eunchae, voices out her disgust.

"What's your problem? You've been giggling non-stop." Hao exasperatingly asks his younger brother.

"Yes, I do have a crush."

"Ewwwww!" Eunchae voices out her disgust even louder.

"Oh hush Eunchae, go on now." His mother excitedly waits for Gyuvin to expound on what he had just revealed.

"What? So, you asked them out or something? Well, congratulations and shut up." Hao complains

"No, but I did take their calculator with me." Gyuvin proudly says, puffing out his chest, "They're probably panicking right now."

"Oh, Gyuvin.." His mother sadly calls out to him.

"Way to impress your crush, I guess." Hao says in a sarcastic tone.

"What?" Gyuvin asks confused

"Give your crush their calculator back first thing in the morning, Gyuvin." His mother berates, "That's not how you try and impress a person."

"But it's just a joke. They'll have no way of ignoring me now." Gyuvin tries to defend himself, "It'll give me a laugh too."

"Do you even like them, Gyuvin?" His mother asks, trying to find a middle ground for her next argument.

"I do."

"Then don't try and drive them away."

"Okay, mom.." Gyuvin reluctantly gives up to which Eunchae snickers at.

"It's alright Gyuvin, you're father always used to tease me back in the day too." His mother reminisces the past, "What's my boy's crush's name?"

"[name]"

"Oohhh, so, what do you like about this [name]?" His mother asks, elated.

"Because you know..." Gyuvin pauses for a few seconds, nervously laughing and quickly trying to find an answer, "Whatever dad saw in you.. I guess.."

His mother sighs and shakes her head, "Bring that [name]'s calculator back to them immediately. I really need you to stop playing around, Gyuvin."

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It was early morning and you were tiringly getting your things out of your locker. You had texted and even tried to call Gyuvin countless of times yesterday night for your calculator. To the point that you had to question if Junhyeon had given you Gyuvin's right number.

As you lock your locker closed, your calculator presented itself infront of your face.

"Guess what I have?" Gyuvin laughs, tauntingly shaking your calculator infront of you.

You quickly try to grab your calculator but fail as Gyuvin retracts his hand away from you faster. The boy was an athlete and that was to your disadvantage. Especially when he starts running away from you, laughing maniacally along the way.

"Try and catch me!"

"Gyuvin! Give it back!" You scream, chasing the brunette along the halls of your school.

"Only if you catch me!"

The two of you continue running and screaming in the hallways. This continued on for what seemed to be a long period to you, as you were running out of breath. Luckily for you, Gyuvin hits his stomach with a drinking water fountain, causing him to stop in his tracks and clutch his stomach in pain.

"Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, catching up to the boy and patting his back softly.

"Kim Gyuvin and [full name]!"

You turn your head to see your school's prefect.

"Go to my office now and clean up whatever mess you made!" The prefect snides, pointing at the ground near you.

On the floor was you calculator, broken. You couldn't help but sigh, squatting down to clean up your broken calculator. Gyuvin tries to help you, eyes squinting in pain as he tries to squat down but you stop him, wrapping a hand around his leg to stop him from extra movement.

"Faster! Can't believe the youth are so disobedient these days!" The prefect had his arms crossed and was tapping his right foot impatiently.

You put the remains of your calculator into your backpack and stand up. Gently taking one of Gyuvin's arms and wrapping it around your shoulders, you help the brunette walk with you to follow the prefect to his office.

"Sorry." The brunette whispers, not looking at you.

"It's whatever." You reply monotonously

The prefect quickly open the door to his office and runs to his desk to sit down. You close the door behind.

"Quickly now!" The prefect snaps his fingers, while you sit Gyuvin down on one of the two chairs infront of the prefect's desk and then sit on the other unoccupied chair.

"Do you know the consequences to your actions?"

You open your mouth to answer but was swiftly interrupted.

"First, the both of you ran in halls. Second, the both of you screamed in the said halls. Third, you destructed school property, the wat-"

"[name] didn't do anything wrong. I stole their calculator and they were just trying to take it back." Gyuvin interrupts, done with the prefect's aggressiveness that had involved you.

"So we're interrupting elders now, Mr-"

"He didn't mean to." You nervously try to defend the boy beside you.

"Now you too-"

"I did mean to. What kind of prefect are you anyway? I'm in pain and you still bring me to your office before the clinic. You're screaming and being passive-aggressive to two teenagers at your grown age. I can go on and on but you know what? This is actual bull-" Gyuvin tries to distract the prefect from getting angry at you, so, he started spewing out nonsense that would transfer all of the prefect's anger and focus towards him. Even if it meant suspension or expulsion that would lead him to miss the matches he had practiced for. It was his fault anyway.

But before he could continue his vulgarity, you bring a hand to his mouth to stop any sound from resounding. However, you were too late as the prefect had successfully fallen into the brunette's trap.

"I'm calling your parent, Mr. Kim Gyuvin. You are suspended and are to go home." The prefect solemnly says.

"He really didn't mean too, he's just in pain." You try to reason.

"[full name], don't get yourself into any more trouble. I'll dismiss you with only a two-day after school detention."

Gyuvin sees your mouth open but quickly opens his mouth to speak over you, "I told you that they didn't do anything wrong. Why are you giving them punishment?"

"Don't try and make this worse for yourself." You loudly whisper to the brunette, pinching his thigh.

"Listen to your partner, Kim Gyuvin. [full name], you are dismissed, please leave." The prefect shoos you away to the exit.

"Can you lend a calculator to [name]?" Gyuvin quietly whispers.

The prefect sighs, "[full name], tell Mrs. Cruz that I'm lending you my calculator. She'll know that it's from me."

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"Yes Sir" You respond, surprised, bowing your head and leaving the office. You decide not to fight back anymore as it might lead to Gyuvin getting into more trouble.

"Stop getting yourself into more trouble, mom is fuming right now." Hao berates his younger brother while driving.

Gyuvin's older brother had picked him up from the school grounds after their mom had received a call from the prefect, informing her of the boy's suspension.

Gyuvin stays quiet, fiddling with the action figure he had broken when he first bumped into you.

"Don't get me started with that crush you have that you got into trouble." Hao says exasperatingly, "If you can call them your crush, that is."

"What do you mean?" Gyuvin asks softly with an annoyed tone.

"First, drop that attitude, be happy that i was free enough to pick you up when mom told me to." Hao rants, "Let me ask you again Gyuvin, because it seems that you got into trouble by this one singular person."

"They didn't do anything!" Gyuvin slams the action figure down into the car seat.

Hao ignores his younger brother's behavior, "What do you like about this crush of yours, that you push yourself into so much trouble?"

"Can you shut up?" Gyuvin snarkily replies, tired of the question.

Only those who had seen him together with you would understand, or atleast his two closest friends would, he thought.

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Jeonghyeon had ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang for lunchtime, the reason being that he was going to practice basketball at the gym with the rest of the basketball team. Due to immediately leaving, the boy had forgotten his lunchbox at the classroom.

Like the good friend that Taerae was, Taerae was going to bring the forgotten lunchbox to his friend at the gym. But Taerae just had to drag you along with him. You were more than reluctant to come along as you still had to buy your own lunch at the canteen, and saw this as an event that would postpone your eating time.

"Stop complaining. I haven't eaten yet and I'm not complaining, sounds like your just a bad friend." Taerae says as the both of you walk to the gym.

"I could care less." You say, rubbing your face, "I should've just ate with Giselle and the rest."

"But I'm your favorite friend, aren't I?" Taerae pushes the gym door open upon reaching the said gym.

Stepping into the gym, you are presented with a group of twelve or so teenage boys playing basketball. The both of you move closer to the group that was playing basketball. Unfortunately, Jeonghyeon was too busy playing. It was as if Lady luck was on your side, as there were also no players on the sidelines that you could've left the lunchbox with.

"Let's just leave his lunchbox here, I'm starving." You complain, pointing to the floor Taerae was standing on with piles of clothes and belongings.

"This is actually disgusting, can't they place their things somewhere else." Taerae scrunches his face in disgust.

"Beats me, just leave it there."

"No, we will not be leaving his lunchbox on the floor. It's dirty and what if he doesn't see it?" Taerae disagrees with you.

"You're logic is dumb. Whatever, you're waiting here by yourself." You try to walk away but Taerae stops you by your collar.

"I am not waiting here alone with fifty sweaty, rowdy and annoying boys." Taerae exaggerates, stomping his foot on the floor.

Hearing a loud clack, the both of you look down to see an action figure that had a dislocated arm. It was Gyuvin's figure, he always brought it around with him, and Taerae had dislocated it with his foot.

"Ohhhh." Taerae nervously giggles

"Yeah, ohhhhh. You're actually dead." You say, squatting down to take the action figure in your hands.

Taerae seemed frightened by your words as he drops Jeonghyeon's lunchbox on your back and quickly runs away to the gym's exit.

"Talk about being a bad friend." You mutter under your breath, taking the lunchbox from your back to your lap to hide your hands that were trying to fix the dislocated figure.

"Oh hey! Look at that! It's Gyuvin's crush!" A rowdy boy playing basketball laughs loudly, pointing at your figure crouched down.

Out of all the moments any of the players could've acknowledged you when you were still with Taerae, it was now that you were all alone trying to fix Taerae's mistake.

"Hey, [name]! This one's for you!" Gyuvin shouts upon landing his eyes on you, dribbling the basketball in his hands.

Your eyes widened in horror, quickly trying to snap the figure's arm back into place. This was your worst nightmare, alone with many males that stenched of sweat and having one of those said males loudly dedicating a shot for you.

Gyuvin outstretched his arms upwards to shoot the ball in the hoop.

Gyuvin missed the shot.

All of the rowdy, smelly, sweaty, and loud teenage athletes erupted into laughter.

"[name], this one's for you!" One of the players mock Gyuvin.

Among all the teenage boys, Gyuvin laughed the hardest. He was on his knees, clutching his stomach from laughing too hard.

You couldn't help but feel absolutely humiliated. As you snap the figure's arm back into place, you stand up. Your legs felt weak, you wanted to run away and hide in embarrassment. Talk about having someone loudly dedicating a shot to you infront of adolescent boys and absolutely missing it.

The boys seemingly had stopped playing due to laughing too hard.

Jeonghyeon jogs towards you, "Hey, is that my lunchbox?"

"Yeah, Taerae was supposed to give it to you but he ran away." You say in a hushed voice, handing the lunchbox and the now fixed action figure to Jeonghyeon, "Give that to Gyuvin, Taerae accidently broke it earlier but I fixed it, so no problems now."

"Thank-" Jeonghyeon was about to thank you but you were already running away.

"Don't tell me is [name] your significant other or something?" A member from the basketball team asks Jeonghyeon, "Looks like you can't mess with [name] anymore, Gyuvin!"

"What? Are you serious?" Gyuvin asks, glaring at Jeonghyeon's back.

"What? No, they were just bringing me lunch. Let's calm down now." Jeonghyeon responds irritable, he turns his head towards Gyuvin.

"Here, [name] fixed it. They said Taerae broke it." Jeonghyeon throws the action figure towards Gyuvin, and like the true athlete that he was, Gyuvin catches it.

Gyuvin scans the figure. Sure enough, it was fixed. The figure's arm was now where it was supposed to be. Although, Gyuvin was confused, it's arm was dislocated ever since the fateful day that he fell and met you, how did Taerae break it?

"Hey Gyuvin, why do you like [name]?" Jeonghyeon asks, hugging his lunchbox.

"Yeah Gyuvin, tell us why you like [name]." Another team member snickers, not taking the question seriously.

Gyuvin stays silent, too tired to answer, scanning the figure in his hands. The boys listening in snicker and stifle their laughter.

"Whatever dude, don't mess with [name] too much."

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"Hey bro! Sorry about earlier!" Junhyeon slaps Gyuvin's back and sits next to him on the bench.

"Yeah bro, sorry." Gunwook says, bringing Gyuvin's duffle bag with him and sitting down on the other side of the bench, beside Gyuvin.

Gyuvin sits up straight from his slouched position, "Why are the both of you apologizing?"

"Oh, uh, you know for ganging up on you." Gunwook replies, taken aback by Gyuvin's formalities.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. It is my fault for having immediately acted upon my anger."

"Drop that attitude bro." Junhyeon says, worryingly looking at his friend.

"Apologies, I will try to act more mature from now on."

Gunwook nervously laughs and chucks Gyuvin's duffle bag into the latter's lap, "Here you go bro, you left it at the changing rooms. Next time, you should really fix your clothes, it's disgusting."

"Apologies again, I shall clean up after myself from now on." Gyuvin says, taking out his things to arrange them in his bag.

"Are you really fixing your things right now bro?" Junhyeon asks

"Yes, please don't wait for me. You can go ahead without me." Gyuvin continues to fix his things.

Gunwook and Junhyeon share a look of worry.

"Look bro, we're sorry, we shouldn't have ganged up on you about [name]." Gunwook breaks the silence.

Gyuvin takes out the action figure out of his bag and zips the said bag shut, after arranging everything.

"No, it's completely understandable. My actions towards [name] were immature and concerning, I'll try to make it up to them from now on." Gyuvin caresses the figure with his thumb.

"You're going to be their own one of a kind boyfriend, ah?" Gunwook motivates his friend

"I'll be a proper boyfriend."

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Ever since that day, when the boy's two closest friends had questioned his feelings for you, Gyuvin had become nothing short of a perfect student.

He had stopped being late to school, arriving almost an hour early to school. He stopped sleeping and slacking off in class, even math class, even actively participating or asking questions. He had stopped being so loud in the halls, walking at a normal pace and being aware of his surroundings. He had even started asking for extra work from teachers to boost his grades.

Suffice to say, he was a teacher's pet, well-mannered and focused on his studies that he even quit every sports team he was in to be able to study more. Even to the dismay and constant protests of his multiple team-mates about him quitting, he politely declines coming back.

It was such a sudden change that Gunwook and Junhyeon worried and started to feel guilty, did their friend change because of them? It was such a sudden change, and a big change in fact. No one would've known that Gyuvin would become a studious student, even more so quit sports.

So, the both of them had begged you to talk to Gyuvin. You were the reason why the boy got angry at the both of them and then suddenly changed afterwards.

So, here you were, sitting at a park bench on a cool Saturday afternoon. Since Gyuvin would decline any efforts Junhyeon and Gunwook made to hang out, under the pretense that he needed time to study, you were the one to ask Gyuvin out. Luckily, Gyuvin had immediately agreed to you.

"[name]" Gyuvin says breathlessly, greeting you.

"Gyuvin" You politely smile at the boy.

"I'm truly sorry, did I keep you waiting?"

"No, not much really. I just came really early, you came earlier than what we agreed to."

In all actuality, you were worried for the boy. Hearing his two closest friends tell you that he wasn't acting normally frightened you. Sure, the brunette was rowdy and had moments where you wished you never had helped him that one fateful day, but he also had moments where he tried. No one really took such an interest in you, it was charming, and the said brunette really tried his best to appease you.

"Still, I shouldn't have made you wait. That's not what a proper..." Gyuvin halts his statement.

"A proper what?" You ask, trying to not make the air awkward.

"Nevermind, I brought you flowers by the way." Gyuvin says smiling at you, giving you a small bouquet of flowers.

"You didn't have to. Thank you, it's very pretty." You smile, looking at the flowers you have received.

"Their artificial flowers too, so it won't wilt." Gyuvin chuckles lightly, "Do you like it?"

"Ofcourse I do."

Gyuvin's smile widens, "That's good. So, what would you like to do in this fine afternoon?"

"Oh, about that. Can you sit down with me?"

The brunette sits down beside you, awaiting your words.

"First off.." You chuckle, smiling and looking at Gyuvin, "What are these flowers for?"

Gyuvin seemed shocked at your question, "Well, I just thought I'd get something nice for you on our first date. Isn't that normal?

"Ah" You didn't mean to ask Gyuvin on a date, you just said that you wanted to hang out and talk. The brunette seemed to had mistook you, but you don't bring that up. Instead, you ask the always lingering question in your head, "Gyuvin?"

"Yes, [name]?" The boy looks thoughtfully at you.

"Why do you like me?" Sure, you helped him up that one time when you first met, but that really didn't explain his infatuation with you.

"I like you because you always care for me." Gyuvin says, making sure that your eyes were on him, he stares into your eyes, "Whenever I mess up. Whenever I test your patience, you always end up still trying to help me. Like when I pointed out and laughed at your booger that one time infront of tons of people, you still offered me your lunch knowing that I hadn't eaten yet."

You stare into Gyuvin, expecting more, and more did he deliver.

"I don't know why I started liking you, I probably hit my head too hard and fell in love with you at first sight when we first met. But that led me to actually fall in love with you. From trying to see you everyday, to messing up, and you cleaning up after me." Gyuvin keeps his stare on you, "That's why I like you, [name]."

Gyuvin takes a deep breath, "If you would let me, I would like to try and make you like me back, [name]. If you would let me, I will be a boyfriend that is deserving of you, [name]."

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Ever since that day, you and Gyuvin started going out together. The boy had kept his promise. Once you said yes to his proposal, the brunette gave you his undivided attention. When he was studying and you happened to ask for him, he would quickly attend to you, even after you would refuse and tell him to keep studying. He always made time for you, even when there wasn't time.

He was a picture-perfect boyfriend. Kind, patient, studious and sugar-coated his words for you.

He would be the picture-perfect boyfriend but you yet had accepted to officially put that title onto him. Much to his dismay, but he would always smile and tell you to not feel pressured to accept.

Today, Gyuvin and you were strolling during the young night. The both of you were walking with no particular destination in mind.

That was what Gyuvin thought, but you were actually leading him to a local basketball court that was free to anyone.

As the both of you reach the court, you point your finger at it, "Hey! Let's go in there!"

"Oh? You want to play basketball?"

"Yeah." You step into the empty basketball court, guessing that no one was playing this late. Gyuvin follows behind you.

You look around for any basketballs, and luckily, find a basket full of them. You take one out, "Jeonghyeon told me that you were a star player. Show me your moves!" You enthusiastically say, throwing the ball towards Gyuvin.

Gyuvin chuckles, "You've been forcing me to play sports these days. Are you into athletes, darling?"

"What about it?" You laugh

"Well, you could've just said so, love." Gyuvin chuckles, dribbling the ball you had thrown at him, "Do you want to play with me?"

"How about you show me how to play first, showcase your awesome-st moves!" You clap your hands together, sitting on the lower-staircase the court had for viewers.

"Anything for you, sweety." Gyuvin sweetly smiles at you.

The boy dribbles the ball around the court for a few minutes, doing cool tricks with the said ball along the way as you applaud. After the said few minutes, he brings the ball above his head to shoot it.

"This one's for you, [name]!"

Gyuvin shoots the shot.

You clap as Gyuvin walks closer to you and sits beside you.

"How was that for redemption?" Gyuvin laughs

"More than enough." You smile at him

"You know, don't you not like sports? I'm sure Jeonghyeon told me that." Gyuvin points out

"You know, speaking of Jeonghyeon, he told me that you played ice hockey! Why don't you show me that next time?" You try and change the subject.

"It's not good to ignore what other people say, love." Gyuvin playfully furrows his eyebrows and pouts.

"I don't like playing sports, but I like watching!" You partially lie.

"Really? Jeonghyeon said that you don't come to watch his games because you found it boring." Gyuvin asks seriously

You gulp, "I like watching you do it."

"Why?"

"Because you like it. You enjoy sports, Gyuvin. You're always happy when you play sports. Back then, you would endure handling too many sports with a smile because you liked it, you like it." You repeat your last words.

Gyuvin cups your cheek with his hand. He uses his other hand to support his body leaning into you. As his nose touched your own, you bring a hand to his shoulder to stop him.

That seemed to upset him, as silent tears started rolling down from his eyes, "Does your heart even beat for me?"

Instead of answering, you take your hand off of his shoulder and tilt your head to meet his lips in yours. You taste the bitterness of his tears.

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"Hey bro, nice game!" Gunwook congratulates Gyuvin, excitedly hugging him.

"Yeah, nice game bro! You were totally the MVP." Gyuvin hugs the other party back.

"Only because you just started practicing last week after not playing for a whole three(3) months."

"Just take the compliment bro." Gyuvin says

"Ayo! Congrats to my two bros!" Junhyeon joins the hug, "I'll let it slide that the both of you are sweaty."

Gunwook laughs, "No one asked for you to join the hug."

The three break the hug as Junhyeon fakes hurt, "How dare you!"

"It's great to have you back on the team." Yujin speaks up, eliciting a frightened screech from Junhyeon who didn't see the boy coming.

Gyuvin hugs the younger boy, Yujin, who reluctantly hugs back, "I hope that you're happy with me Yujinie."

"I am, now, stop hugging me." Yujin forcefully pushes Gyuvin off.

"Yujin, kid, stop scaring me!" Junhyeon berates the younger boy.

"Just stop being a scaredy-cat and you wouldn't have this problem." Gyuvin defends his junior.

"Hey, Gyuvin!" Jeonghyeon runs up to the said brunette.

"Yeah, dude?" Gyuvin responds

"You played awesome at soccer today. You still up for that basketball match this Friday?" Jeonghyeon asks hopefully.

"Heck yeah! Why is that even a question?" Gyuvin proclaims loudly, smacking Jeonghyeon's back, "Is [name] with you?"

Gunwook and Junhyeon wiggle their eyebrows as Jeonghyeon laughs, "Yeah, they're with Taerae right now in the stands. They actually watched the match."

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His skates clash with the ice in the ice rink of the mall. Gyuvin holds the both of your hands as he guides you in skating, "You said you wanted me to show you skating." The brunette chuckles.

"Yeah, show me skating, not you showing me how to skate." You correct the boy holding you, as your legs wobble from not being familiar with walking on ice.

"Don't worry, I got ya." Gyuvin teasingly says, letting go of your hands for a split of a second.

"Gyuvin!" You scream, grabbing onto his stomach and hugging it.

Gyuvin hugs you back and laughs menacingly. The boy laughed a little too hard as he slipped on the ice, bringing you down with him.

"Talk about being a good skater. I thought you played ice hockey!" You whine

"I'm sorry, love. No one's perfect, I guess."

"Yeah, especially you!"

"Scratch that, you're perfect." Gyuvin smiles at you, struggling to stand up on the ice with you.

"You're such a cheesy boyfriend." You tease after finally being up on your feet.

"Your own one of a kind." Gyuvin says, bringing your face closer to his.

"You are not kissing me in a mall!" You berate

"Let's get out of this rink then." The boy laughs, taking your hand and guiding you to the rink's exit.

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That's the end of that. I'm sorry if that was actual dog shit 😔 (No offense to Eumppappa, I literally did not mention the dog at all in the story). I'll write a Sung Hanbin×reader story fiction next, I promise that that wont be a High School AU anymore. Sorry if I just wasted your time and thank you for reading.

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[kimberrysunwoo]

OKG I THIUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE

i finally started watching when i fly towards you and im beginning to understand the guran and junhyeon comparisons

[kimberrysunwoo]

We met in a Cruel Summer

It was the summer after high school when Y/n decided to go to her friend’s party only to involve herself with her school’s heartthrob, Kim Gyuvin.

Kim Gyuvin x F!Reader

A/N: This is the first story I wrote in a while so pls go easy on me sorry if it isn’t good and some things don’t make sense sorry

Word Count: 5.8k.

Warnings/Tags ig: She/Her pronouns used for reader, Angst? Fluff, Mild profanities, Mentions of food, Yelling, and ONE mildly suggestive scene, Takes place a year before boys planet got announced so gyuvin is like 17 here and the characters I write about here don’t reflect the idols in real life. (Pls msg if there’s more I haven’t added)

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[kimberrysunwoo]

— Stairway to Heaven.

synopsis: You never thought the elevator being broken would be the last straw for your little crush to develop to something more.

pairing: gyuvin × gn!reader

warnings: gyuvin falls really hard, and I mean literally, he falls and sprain his ankle.

word count: 2.4k

a/u: this idea just came to me, I was reading a really good fanfic on AO3 (if you have it, look up for "a piece of mosaic", it's a masterpiece, but it's a gyuwook fanfic so, be aware!) And I know my gyuvin is nothing like the incredible work they did in their work, but this really made me inspired so I would like to thank the autor anyways. If you like the song recommendation, the song of the fic is Fade (English version) by Jeff Satur!

You couldn't say at what moment that whole routine had started. If from the moment you moved into those old apartments in a part so far from the center he was already present in your daily life, or if at some point he had simply showing up in your life as if he was a person who belonged there. Anyway, it was almost natural for you to expect to see the figure in the same place as always, almost as if he was waiting for you.

It might sound strange to say it that way, but seeing a boy your age every day in an environment where you could look everywhere and just see old ladies drinking coffee or watering their plants really was something new, and one you didn't mind at all staring a little bit every day.

It was a simple schedule: You would leave the apartment right after breakfast with your parents and make your way to the elevators which took too long to work given all the wiring in the building looked to be at least fifty years old and had never been changed since its installation. In the process, you might even find some old sir to talk to, but when the doors finally opened, you could count the seconds (three, to be exact) until your eyes met the glittering ones of the tall boy who was always in the elevator before you, without any mistake and without missing a day since the first time you had seen him.

To say he was handsome was almost an understatement as the looks he shone in everyone's faces so early in the morning.

The boy was tall, in an almost exaggerated way actually. His hair was a light brown that, to your basic knowledge, couldn't be natural at all, but for some reason it seemed to complement his face, which naturally wasn't so pale, but had a healthy tan that showed on his cheeks, who always looked flushed. His size was also enviable, with his broad shoulders and always wearing a jacket that you had thought was from some basketball team, but with little knowledge, you couldn't tell for sure if it was the school team or if it was some team that he cheered, because you had never been able to see the name on his back either, always seeing him from the front in the elevator, leaning against the matte aluminum that also didn't give you any chance of seeing at least his last name.

It was almost frustrating to know all those details about your neighbor but not have any names to give him.

— You know you can just, talk to him, right? - Your friend who was sitting on the living room floor all this time didn't seem to have even a bit of empathy in her being to understand your side as she calmly filed your nail as a mere hobby until it was time for her to leave since her parents had already said that she had better go before it became dark.

If it was such an easy task to talk to him, you obviously would have done it on day one, maybe had a casual conversation just to get the basic information on your little crush. But it turns out that at the very moment you opened your lips to say something, the brown and expectant eyes of the boy from the sixth floor (as you had affectionately nicknamed him, even without knowing exactly where he lived) made you go back, feeling your throat suddenly dry without being able to say anything. And then you're back to square one where you're mentally beating yourself up and he's back to the blank stare as he waits to get downstairs.

— The thing is: I can't, i freaking can't! I thought we had already established that. — Your only instinct amid all the frustration was to pull the pillow that was next to you up to your face, burying in there all the frustration while having your friend next to you complaining that you had taken your hand away from her when she was already finishing.

— So you're going to wait for the only boy your age in these apartments to lose interest in you because you keep running away from confrontation? Very mature of you, Y/n — It was obvious that your friend was right, but when wasn't she? The point was, you knew about each of these things and you were grieving for each of them.

Maybe it was better that way. Maybe it would be better if the boy from the sixth floor just forgot what a pathetic person you were, screaming into the pillow about a person who didn't even know your name and was only minimally nice to smile at you when you met.

Lifting your gaze from the pillow to the friend fiddling with her cell phone, she was ready to talk about leaving when your eyes met, and when she saw your eyes of a puppy that had been kicked out of the moving truck, all she could do was to do was roll her eyes and raise her arms in surrender.

— I can't do anything else, I won't flirt with a guy for you. Sorry, Y/n - She was being clear in making that statement, and you sincerely understood the reason for the drastic decision, after all it wasn't the first time that you, in the midst of your far-fetched ideas, put her in the middle of the crossfire between your feelings and the people you like, but it was a little cruel to see her getting up and grabbing her bag that was already packed to leave.

— I wasn't going to ask you that... Not literally...

You got up right away, deciding to at least accompany your friend to the ground floor where she could go out on her own. The truth was, you still held out hope as you walked out the door with keys in hand that she was going to end up feeling sorry for your dog face, but obviously knowing the girl for what she was, that was basically impossible.

The best part of the arrangement of the buildings was that, due to the old architecture, the corridors were completely open for the apartments to breathe in general, and so you could see the effects of autumn slowly lingering, with colorful leaves falling everywhere and making all the gray buildings somehow seem to have more life. So even though the walk to the elevators seemed delayed by your constant complaining about your unhelpful friend, and with her counter-arguing everything you said, it was still a pretty image to distract yourself with.

— Why is everything in your life about 'timing'? - Distracted by the leaves flying and falling inside the corridors, you hadn't noticed that your friend had already stopped and was now facing the elevator that had a small sheet printed with the printer of dubious quality written in the standard font, but with bold letters.

" ELEVATOR UNDER MAINTENANCE

GIVE PREFERENCE TO THE STAIRS. "

Which wasn't a problem for you, it was only ten flights of stairs that you could casually take if you were reasonably fit, but you really cared about the older neighbors you had.

— I hope they don't take too long to fix it.

Your friend gave you a complicated look that you didn't understand, and honestly? Sometimes she was complex to understand anyway, wanting to give her opinion but thinking she had already interfered too much with your whole life, wanting to see how you could exercise your independence now that you had it. Soon the path to the last step was smooth, you said goodbye and it didn't take more than fifteen minutes for you to be on your floor again.

But this time you stopped for a few seconds, suddenly feeling a little melancholy thinking that even they fixed it, it would be difficult for you to see that boy. And even if in a way you believed it to be a positive change, it was strange to think of a routine without him now that you had him as such a present person.

- . 🍂 ˖ ˚ -

Luckily the busy week didn't let you focus too much on that anyway. Not knowing exactly how much extra time you should take out of your day to go down the stairs, it took a few days to actually find a time that perfectly coincided with what you used to take the elevator for, and even then it was rare that you had time to not even breathing as you raced down the stairs only to be too early once again.

It was a bit frustrating, so this time you had decided that you weren't going to go through with it at all.

Leaving the front door a little earlier than usual, but not enough to stress the sleepless migraine, you locked the door and followed the halls to the stairs directly, already used to the idea to even go to the elevator to check if it had miraculously started working again.

Cutting your way past it, it was even quicker to reach the stairs. And when you finally laid eyes on the big number 5 that indicated your floor, you sighed casually, lifting your face toward the next flight of stairs, like if you still had the hope that magically the boy with brown hair would appear in your vision, and even if it seemed strange you standing there in the middle of the stairs facing the space between one floor and another, it was stranger when you noticed that he really was there, and it wasn't a hallucination.

Suddenly feeling your neck start to get hot with embarrassment, you even tried to look away from the tall boy who was wearing the same red basketball jacket you saw every day, but just by looking at his face and there it was, opening that blinding smile that only he had, and this time there was no doubt that it was just for you, and not a simple matter of politeness.

You felt bewildered, with your eyes glazed only on him and not caring at all about the fact that the minutes were passing by, since you had already woken up early anyway, distracting yourself only with his presence for as long as necessary to end the longing that was growing inside your chest, even if you still didn't feel comfortable to directly name that feeling.

But apparently you weren't the only one completely out of sorts on that very peculiar encounter. It was obvious that you already expected to meet him at some point outside the elevator, by God, you lived in the same building, it was impossible for you to have such different routines to the point of not even casually bumping into each other. The biggest shock for you actually was that he seemed to have been looking forward to it just as much.

Watching him take a step forward towards you, you moved only to face him, feeling the breath hitch in your throat and everything slowly going silent, only drowned out by your heart pounding against your ears. With the autumn leaves falling all around making it more and more difficult to clean the corridors, that scene was even more beautiful in your eyes. And when you released the air that was trapped in your chest, it was as if the next scene rushed to make up for the time that the two of you had to feel all that vibration.

Stopping to remember, you would certainly understand that it had been sheer stupidity not to look down when the stairs became so dangerous full of dry leaves and the light drizzle that sometimes fell there before cleaning, but at that moment, neither you nor the boy seemed to get it as he stepped on the first step of the stairs and tumbled comically down the next thirteen.

It was an ugly fall, the kind you wouldn't want to remember later. And even though your only reaction would have been to bring both hands to your mouth in full panic, as soon as the tall boy landed on the flat floor holding his ankle and awkwardly laying with a grin on his face, you ran to him, throwing back all the shyness you had built around the relationship between the two of you to be able to come to his aid, holding his shoulder and trying to see where he had been hurt.

— Wah, I must have died... – It was the first time you'd heard the boy's voice in all those weeks of intense pining, it was thick, unmistakably beautiful too, the kind you could easily have running on a podcast for comfort. Blinking confusedly at him, you looked into his eyes for a moment, only to see the tops of his cheeks flush for a moment before he hid his face in his large hand to deflect his smile. — For an angel to be taking care of me like this.

You didn't want to, he was clearly hurt there, he had literally rolled over to you and now he could barely get up... But that idiotic attempt at flirting was enough to make you laugh until you threw your head back, not being able to understand why he was so funny, however it seemed to be enough to make him relax his shoulders and complain of pain, laughing right away at how really you two were in such a delicate situation after all that time living only for appearances.

— And the angel has a beautiful laugh. I'm Gyuvin, Kim Gyuvin, and I would ask you out, but I don't even know if I can get up right now. — From the way he tried to get up to stretch out his hand, it was very likely that he had hit a lot more than his ankle and his ass, so all you could do was shake your head with that smile still on your lips, getting up first and holding onto his hand, using all the strength you had, being to help Gyuvin to his feet, even though he still seemed to sway to the side.

— So can I take you home? I already missed my schedule anyway... Y/N, it's a pleasure, Gyuvin.

[kimberrysunwoo]

sweet hands | kim gyuvin

pairing: gyuvin x reader

genre: fluff

finding the tiktok and immediately wanting to try it on your clingy boyfriend, gyuvin. super excited, you race your way to his apartment where gyuvin said he was and also awaited you.

opening the door, you find your boyfriend what looks to be anxiously bouncing his leg and scrolling on his phone.

he didnt seem to notice you yet so you went behind the couch and surprised him with a back hug and a kiss to his neck. he looks to you with an amused look and presses a kiss to your forehead as a greeting.

“hey love” he says in his most calm voice with his ears tainting a bright red color. you go around the couch and compliment his outfit of choice.

since you are going on a date with him you thought that you would get ready at his place and spend more time with him!!

once you got ready, your next moves we’re planning out in your head. hand stretched out to his face as he looks at the back of your palm in confusion.

he then grins like he knows exactly what you want him to do and grabs you by the wrist and plants your hand in his hair. he thought that you wanted to fix or maybe play with his hair for a bit before going out. when it seemed like that wasn’t it, he brought your hand down to his face to squish his cheeks.

again, another failure as your hand stayed in the same position. you almost broke out in a fit of giggles but kept it in the best you could. he looked even more determined than before, he thought he finally got it right this time.

he set down his phone and pulled you by the hand right into his lap. when you landed with an “oomph” you couldn’t help but put him out of his misery and laughed. “all i wanted you to do was to hand me my purse that i left behind you, but i’ll have to give it to you. you know me so well, your hair is always so soft :3”

he melted at that and put your hands back into his hair. “you know you can always touch it <3”

you then planted tons of kisses on his face and held it between your hands. he looked at you like he had the world right in front of him. and to him, it was. with your soft, sweet hands caressing his cheeks and beautiful lips on him. staying in that position, you both forgot all about your date.

#kim gyuvin #zb1work #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 reactions #zb1 gyuvin #gyuvin x reader #gyuvin drabbles #gyuvin boys planet #boys planet #gyuvin fluff #zerobaseone gyuvin #gyuvin imagines #kpop fluff #kpop imagines

[kimberrysunwoo]

Milkshakes

pairing: best friend!beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff

summary: retro “date” with beomgyu

note: wrote this in one sitting 😵‍💫

entering the restaurant, checkered tiles and bright red seats light up the scenery upon first encounters. coming in for a good burger and fries, this sure seemed like the right place.

taking many pictures and selfies (with your matching bandanas) is a must— by the jukebox, with the intricate and thought out decorations all around the place.

“gyu, we have to go order now” you said as he took the nth picture of the day, even though you asked him to.

“im sorry, i just need to find the most instagram-worthy angle right now” he said as he took a picture from another angle of your pouting face.

beomgyu also knew he was hungry so he decided to stop taking pictures for a moment and order. “do you want anything to drink?” he turns around and makes eye contact with you as you’re getting a table to sit at.

“no i’m good for now, i’ll get a milkshake before we leave.” you said as you made your way to the booth you were eyeing once you guys were inside.

he came back with a tray of food and just one drink for himself. “do you like the last picture that i took?” beomgyu asked as you scrolled through the many pictures that he took.

to be honest, your favorite were the selfies of you guys goofing around and being silly showing off your matching clothes. would it be weird if you made it your lock screen?

“yeah it looks really good gyu, it might be the one i’ll post.” then there came the infamous goofy smile from your best friend. he felt so proud that only he could take the best pictures of you. and to think that you would always call him if you needed help with picking a photo. he never hesitated to choose the right one but would always end up saying that you look good in all of them.

suddenly, your throat felt dry just by the way he was looking at you. “hey, can i take a sip of that? my-“ beomgyu didn’t falter to hand it over to you before you even finished.

“thanks” you said as you took off the lid and drank through there instead of through the straw. once you weren’t as flustered you put down the drink and just when you were about to put the lid back on, beomgyu grabbed the cup. he looked right at you as he twisted the cup and put his lips right where yours were and pretended to also be dying of thirst. his eyes never left yours as he did so, showing that he was not affected if you used the straw or not. or did he mean something else by it? could it have been meaningless?

one thing beomgyu loves to do is tease you, and it became a habit of his to do so. maybe this was just another one of his ways to annoy you. except it was the exact opposite, he could see the pink tint coming up to your cheeks.

“are you okay?” beomgyu feigned concern. truth is, he wanted to let you know that he has the ability to kiss you and doesn’t think of you as just a friend. it took all of his courage just to be that bold.

“yeah” you simply said and as you guys got ready to go, before you left you ordered your milkshake and set off to watch the sunset, sitting in the trunk and sipping on your milkshake.

it’s best to say that you guys also shared that milkshake and something else perhaps. this was just the beginning of a great relationship with your best friend, beomgyu.

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[kimberrysunwoo]

insomnia

pairing: jung wooyoung x gn!reader

tags: fluff, wooyoung has a license

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total insomnia. it's now 1:37pm and i can't sleep. i toss and turn in my bed but nothing. i feel bad, like i'm going to cry and scream in the next minute. i don't know what to do...

- are you sleeping?

- come downstairs from your house

unexpected but it is really the message received at the right time.

currently in a car with an ice cream in my hands and my savior by my side. it's a surprise apparently so i don't know where we're going this late at night but being with him is more than enough for me. he is my moonbeam in this night that was so dark alone in my bed.

amazing. we finally arrived after about thirty minutes quiet but also very pleasant. a silent beach, the waves which sing under the moonlight and the stars which make a spectacle of lights under our eyes shining of amazement.

i feel arms creeping around me. a back hug. i can feel him smiling close to my ear, glued to my neck. it would be really cliché to say it but for me he is my soul mate. i could even say that i enjoy his presence more than the view in front of me.

"are you better?"

oh wooyoung if you knew how good I feel at home. in my place. in your arms.

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[kimberrysunwoo]

Happy Birthday, Loverboy. - 윤호

Yunho x Female!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: sickly-sweet, diabetes-inducing pet names, Yunho has a terrible day, just heartwarming fluff for yuyu's birthday.

word count: 1.3k

now listening to: Loverboy by A-wall

a/n: happy birthday yunho!

It was late into the morning when you woke up, 11:30 a.m. shining brightly on your nightstand clock.

Having been facing the other side, you slightly positioned yourself in a more comfortable way to be able to look at the sleeping figure beside you on the bed, your boyfriend, as you recalled yesterday’s events.

Yunho had arrived disheveled, completely tired from his long day at work, on the verge of a breakdown. After hours and hours of dancing, he melted right into your arms as soon as you had approached him to help take his coat off, and struggled not to fall asleep right there and then. 

So, as promised, you would let him laze around- today at least. The boys had booked him for tomorrow in order to go wild at the karaoke, as you had all agreed to surprise him so you could give him his presents in a proper celebration. (Much to Hongjoong’s dismay, who would have to deal with their respective hangovers and complaints the next day.)

Although today was his birthday and you had all originally planned to celebrate it along his other members, going to the karaoke to drink, sing and have a good time, Yunho had requested to just laze around with you all day after having worked so hard for their next comeback. Of course, you couldn’t say no to his puppy eyes.

You were brought out of your short-lived reverie by Yunho’s stirring next to you. Glancing at his now stilling form, you quietly took a moment to admire his peaceful features.

His sun-kissed skin glowed with a celestial shine and his round cheeks looked to have been sculpted by Leonardo Da Vinci himself. His soft and messy hair framed his face and his plumpy lips formed the cutest pout you had ever seen. Sometimes you wondered if your gold-hearted boyfriend was actually an angel that had decided to walk the earth among the humans.

Without you noticing -since you continued to daydream about Yunho- the sun began to filter more intensely through the curtains, shining directly on his once relaxed eyes. You slightly chuckled when a frown started to form on his features as he slowly awoke from his slumber.

“Morning, Yuyu.” 

While you propped your head on the palm of your hand, your elbow sinking into the mattress, his hands flew to his face to try and rub the sleepiness away from his vision. As he slowly and regrettably opened his eyes, a familiar rosy tint took over his face.

Still half awake and letting his palms rest on his forehead, he groaned and muttered. “Nooo… the sun!” At which you breathlessly chuckled. Leaning down you planted a kiss on his pink nose and circling your arms around his neck, you settled in the crevice between his nape and his pillow.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, love… But you promised to let me laze around!” It was actually hilarious how childish he could get on the mornings, especially mornings like these, where both of you were reluctant to leave the bed. Not to mention, he wouldn’t lose the occasion of his birthday to be even more playful and bratty.

“Yunho, it’s already 11 am.” You answered him, nuzzling further into his neck.

“But, honey, you are the one who’s nuzzling into me. Are you sure you yourself want to get up, buttercup?” You could feel the smirk on his face just by his voice and were aware of his lifted mood by the amount of sickly sweet pet names he had used in one sentence. Although glad he was better after yesterday’s fiasco, you too were feeling playful. So, jokingly pouting, you began to hoist yourself up.

“Hmph! That 's it! No more cuddles for you, Mr., I’m making you breakfast, like it or not.”

When you thought you were already free of his tangled limbs around your frame, quickly and skillfully -while he laughed loudly at your petty behavior- his hold on you got stronger. Hooking his legs around your waist and managing to hug you even closer to his chest.

“Well pup, you can certainly try, but you’ll never escape my love grip!”

“Oh, no. Your special move! You can’t do that to me!” As if you were characters in a video game, you struggled to get out of Yunho’s warm embrace, muttering ‘spells’ and ‘moves’ to try and finally leave the comfort of your bed.

After several kisses, tickles and love confessions from both parts, disguised as character abilities, you had managed to tire each other out from laughing too hard and tossing around. Taking advantage of Yunho’s momentary distraction to catch his breath, you lifted the arm he had draped across your torso, and took a run for the kitchen.

“No, Y/N!” 

“Ha-ha, try and catch me now!”

At long last getting what you wanted, Yunho rose from the bed and started to chase you down the hallway, easily catching up to you from behind. Engulfing you in a bear hug, he spinned you around in place because of the momentum. “I think I win, pumpkin.” He said as you both giggled.

“I don’t think you did, loverboy. I’ve got you right where I wanted to.” Turning around on his grip with a victorious smirk, you saw the way a lovestruck grin stretched across his lips, paying no mind to your statement about his recent loss.

“What’s with the look?”

“Call me that again.”

“What? Loverboy?” At your question, Yunho’s grin grew even wider and his arms linked further behind your back, rubbing circles on the small of your waist.

“Yeah…”

“Really? It’s the silliest pet name I have ever called you.” 

“I don’t care, it's special cause it came from you.” It came from your love for him. And to be honest he felt incredibly depicted by the name. He was a loverboy. Your lovestruck, lovesick, birthday boy, loverboy. He found it endearing, and so did you. A silly pet name as that, reminded him that all the love he had on his heart was meant for you, and all of your love was meant for him.

He gently tugged you closer to him and kissed the crown of your head. Pressing his cheek against it, your boyfriend sighed contempt and you leaned your head on his chest. 

Not forgetting about your original mission, you asked him after a few beats of silence. “What do you want for breakfast?” 

Forming a homely and heart-warming scenario in his mind of both of you cooking together on a late morning, Yunho answered you. “Can we cook pancakes together?”

Sadly, his daydream was soon terminated by your honest words. “Sorry Yuyu, you are not touching anything from my kitchen after that little stunt you and Mingi pulled off last Christmas.” It was not a pleasant memory you liked to recall, but, long story short, you all were almost forced to flee the apartment because of a growing fire.

Releasing yourself from your giant-sized koala, you walked towards the stove. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. You just take a seat.”

“Yes ma’am!”

After a while of cooking accompanied by Yunho's singing and both of your dancing, the (slightly messy) pancakes were done, and you sat in front of each other, eating quietly.

“So… where’s my present?” Asked Yunho, shattering the comfortable silence that had settled between the both of you.

You couldn’t let him know about tomorrow’s plans, so you nonchalantly answered with a “Me, I’m your present.” At which Yunho loudly started giggling, causing you to fight the smile about to form on your face for the sake of sounding serious enough. 

“Really? Then I have no complaints.” He told you, brightly smiling. 

You really did love his smile. His laugh, his voice, him. You really loved him. And you really hoped that after all the stress he had been put under, he could take today, his birthday, to finally relax.

“Yunho?”

“Hmmh?” was the sound he let out to let you know he was listening. And as he looked up from his pancakes at your lack of response, he saw the gentle smile that grazed your features.

“Happy birthday, my loverboy.”

[kimberrysunwoo]

Carnivals & Lollipops

pairing: boyfriend!yuhno x reader

genre: fluff

summary: you and yunho spend the day together at the amusement park

note: happy yunho day!! i was also listening to still with you by lee gong hi and yoo seung on repeat while writing this. hope you enjoy!

walking into the fair, immediately being pulled by your tall boyfriend, yunho, and straight into the gift shop. buying yourselves matching headbands and a giant lollipop.

“yunho, we don’t need two, one is already big enough” you said as he tries to push another lollipop into your hands.

“fine, but if we only get one then we have to share!” yunho said jumping around at the thought of being able to share a sweet treat with his partner.

getting out of the shop, your first stop: the carousel. before the ride began, both of you taking pictures on the horses with your lollipop and headbands plus silly selfies all throughout the ride. laughter emits from your boyfriend as you stumble to get off from being dizzy.

rollercoasters are a must with yunho, so you guys end up in a forty-five minute queue for the tallest attraction there. nevertheless, those forty-five minutes are well-spent as you guys finish off your shared lollipop and dance around. since yunho can’t seem to keep still from the excitement so he ends up back hugging you while walking in line.

once seated, obviously in the first seat, your hands are clasped super tightly. hearts pounding, once the drop comes both of you scream nonsense at the top of your lungs. when the ride comes to an end, both of you laughing at what you guys said in the case of if you guys didn’t make it.

“i can’t believe you said that you would rather resurrect as a worm! what made that even get in your head?”

“that’s because i know you would still love me if i was a-“ then your very serious conversation is interrupted because you had made it to the front of the line to the food court.

~

sinking into the chair of the cafeteria, feet finally getting to take a break and enjoying your refreshing slushy and food.

you take a break and walk around the beautiful theme park and going on silly rides such as the teacups and the pirate ship.

going home on the last bus of the day, while sharing earbuds with yunho was unbelievably calming and a great way to end your fun time together. being one of the very few people on the bus this late at night and watching the street lights zoom past your view. starting to feel drowsy, you slightly rest your head on yunho’s arm. eyes drooping shut, and dozing off with your boyfriend’s warmth radiating off of him.

“sleep well, my love.”

#ateez reactions #ateez #ateez yuhno #ateez yunho #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #jeong yunho #yunho fluff #yunho x reader #yunho scenarios #yunho x you #jeong yoonoh #ateez headcanons

[kimberrysunwoo]

Picnic Naps

pairing: boyfriend!jake x reader

on a warm weekend evening things seemed to slow down as you and your boyfriend were on a picnic. as you both finish up the assortment of fruits and the ice in your coffees starting to melt, moving onto desert was a small cake laid out for you both.

after a long day of outings with jake, and the sun setting beautifully, the day slowly comes to an end as you sit looking back at what you did that day. giggles emanating from jake as he kisses your hands, running to catch the bus on the way to the fair, sharing treats and bickering on who gets the bigger piece, and the flickering of instant cameras. undeniably, the day was well-spent as you guys finished it up lazily at a park.

“jake” you called out for your boyfriend as he is well concentrated on the book you have been into lately. his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, hand behind his head sitting comfortably against the tree, and lips slightly pouted. as he didn’t seem to hear you, your second best option was to give him a little affection to receive it back.

you positioned yourself comfortably enough to where your lips were now inches away from jake’s forehead to kiss away the wrinkle in between his eyebrows.

jake watched, waiting for the soft skin of your lips to reach his face. as they did, you looked down to find jake peering up at you and leaning forward to kiss your own.

as jake’s affection started to grow, a tickle fight began between the two of you. when you reached your goal of jake finally setting the book down, you now both ended up panting and breathless on your backs.

after a while of just calming yourselves down, jake made his way on top of you. making sure to put his whole body weight on you and arms around your body so you don’t push him off. (not that you will anyways)

staying that way and having small, meaningful conversations with your boyfriend. jake could tell that you were slowly dozing off as your responses got shorter and your excitement dying down.

both of you laying in now complete silence with only the last of the birds chirps and the wind in the leaves of the tree you were under being the last thing you guys head before both of you fall asleep.

waking up, the sun had set already and the street lights beginning to turn on. jake gets up groggily and unwillingly let’s you go so you could pack and make your way to the bus stop again.

what really woke you up was the running that you had to do if you wanted to catch the bus on time. running hand in hand with jake is just one of the many memories you have made with him on this day.

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[kimberrysunwoo]

hii! thank you sm for the compliments on my work 🤍 if you wanted to know jake is from the group enhypen 🎀 i have more upcoming works in my drafts if you are interested 💕

and thank you to everyone who has been liking and reblogging my works! 🤞

“goodnight 🤍” the message read as your boyfriend, Jake, left your apartment from your movie night as to not to be late to the dorms.

you suddenly felt these waves of emotion crashing on you and find yourself giggling and sniffling a little at the sweet, one-word message that he left. you soon had a tear-stricken face out of pure joy on how you landed such a boyfriend.

the clicking of the front door lock was heard and soon after a sound that you knew too well being your boyfriend’s voice came.

“hey, i think i left my wallet on the-“

jake sprinted over as he heard the sniffles coming from the couch. he crouched down so he could see you eye to eye as he asked, “what’s wrong?” and you quickly hid your face in slight embarrassment.

“i just missed you” you mumbled, barely audible, but he was able to catch the words. jake found his heart skipping a beat, but quickly pushed it out of his mind as he immediately embraced you in a tight hug. you guys stayed there for a few moments as your breathing slowed down.

“if you wanted me to stay you could’ve just said so.” jake said as he leaned back a little to get a look at your face.

“how could i when you have a curfew?” you said clearly now after having stopped crying.

“what’s wrong with getting back a little later?” you slapped jake’s arm and slightly chuckled at your boyfriend’s attempt at justifying staying with you for a little longer. the truth was that jake was a little sad to leave. he even left his wallet on purpose just to have a reason to come back. but what he didn’t know was that he would find you crying on your couch.

“jake, you know you can’t do that.” you replied to his very tempting offer at staying a little longer.

“if you asked, i would do anything.” he said getting comfortable on your couch for the second time that night.

“i know, you’ve said it so many times.” but no matter how many times he says it, it still makes your heart flutter.

“so does that mean that you want me to stay?” he said with a hopeful tone.

“sim jaeyun, will you stay with me?”

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“goodnight 🤍” the message read as your boyfriend, Jake, left your apartment from your movie night as to not to be late to the dorms.

you suddenly felt these waves of emotion crashing on you and find yourself giggling and sniffling a little at the sweet, one-word message that he left. you soon had a tear-stricken face out of pure joy on how you landed such a boyfriend.

the clicking of the front door lock was heard and soon after a sound that you knew too well being your boyfriend’s voice came.

“hey, i think i left my wallet on the-“

jake sprinted over as he heard the sniffles coming from the couch. he crouched down so he could see you eye to eye as he asked, “what’s wrong?” and you quickly hid your face in slight embarrassment.

“i just missed you” you mumbled, barely audible, but he was able to catch the words. jake found his heart skipping a beat, but quickly pushed it out of his mind as he immediately embraced you in a tight hug. you guys stayed there for a few moments as your breathing slowed down.

“if you wanted me to stay you could’ve just said so.” jake said as he leaned back a little to get a look at your face.

“how could i when you have a curfew?” you said clearly now after having stopped crying.

“what’s wrong with getting back a little later?” you slapped jake’s arm and slightly chuckled at your boyfriend’s attempt at justifying staying with you for a little longer. the truth was that jake was a little sad to leave. he even left his wallet on purpose just to have a reason to come back. but what he didn’t know was that he would find you crying on your couch.

“jake, you know you can’t do that.” you replied to his very tempting offer at staying a little longer.

“if you asked, i would do anything.” he said getting comfortable on your couch for the second time that night.

“i know, you’ve said it so many times.” but no matter how many times he says it, it still makes your heart flutter.

“so does that mean that you want me to stay?” he said with a hopeful tone.

“sim jaeyun, will you stay with me?”

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