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imaginethe-dragons · 3 years

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Boy With Luv (2)

summary: While maintaining your corporate office job at Kim Publishing House, you also have to try and balance your professional life with your love life. Can you keep both separated or will they collide?

pairing: eventual jeon jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, eventual smut, coworkers to lovers

warnings: this part gets a bit steamy, make out themes. nothing extreme, but lmk if I missed anything!

word count: 5.4k

part: 2

pronouns: she/her

part 1 here

As soon as your alarm sounded, you tapped the off button so fast. It's the weekend, so you are not getting up at the ass crack of dawn. You shifted onto your other side, feeling the warmth of someone else.

Did Joon have a nightmare and sneak in? You thought to yourself. He had done it before so you wouldn't be shocked. Though, when you realized who it was, memories of last night immediately flooding your mind. It was your 'Work Husband', as Namjoon referred to him.

The alarm hadn't disturbed Jungkook, but you were wide awake now. His arms were still wrapped around you, but you carefully removed yourself from his hold in order to go to the kitchen. You reached for the Advil in the medicine cabinet and tapped two of the pills into your hand. You grabbed a bottled water and went back to your room. Jungkook was sitting up, looking around your room.

"Noona? How'd I get here?" He asked you, voice a little hoarse due to the alcohol he consumed. You laughed lightly, handing him the water and medicine, which he took gratefully.

"You called me from Hobi's party and then you crashed here," you told him. His eyes widen and he checked to see if he was still dressed. He leaned his head back, eyes fluttering shut, and released a sigh of what you concluded to be relief.

"H-how bad was I?" He asked you, his tone was letting you know he was nervous.

"You came on to me a few times, but then I told you if you didn't stop, you could sleep on the couch," you answered, walking to your closet.

"Like how?" He asked further. You could tell he was walking on eggshells because he had no idea if you were upset with him in any way because of his drunken actions.

"You told me I was pretty, grabbed my ass, grabbed my thigh, then tried to have sex once we got home," you answered him. He groaned in response. He lifted the comforter over his head to 'hide'. You giggled at his childish actions, making him peek at you.

"I'm sorry, I should have called someone else," he told you. You picked out a sweatshirt as the apartment had gotten colder since last night. You took off Namjoon's shirt and replaced it with the hoodie.

"It's alright, Koo. I told you that if you felt the same today, we could talk about it," you shrugged, walking to your dresser. You put your jewelry back on, opting to leave your rings off.

"This isn't how I wanted to tell you, I hope you know that," he said after a moment had passed. You nodded in understanding.

"I'm gonna go make breakfast, would you like to stay?" You asked.

"Is Namjoon going to mind?" He asked, still nervous.

"No, he was just worried last night because he was half asleep when I told him I had to pick you up," you answered, leaving the bedroom to the kitchen. Namjoon was up and making coffee.

"Good morning," he smiled when he noticed your presence next to him.

"Morning," you responded quietly. You opened the cabinet and pulled out the box of pancake mix before going to the fridge and grabbing some bacon.

"Did he leave yet?" Joon asked, handing you your own cup of coffee.

"No, he's staying for breakfast," you answered as you both moved around the kitchen in sync as you prepared breakfast.

"Good morning," Namjoon said and you looked behind you. Jungkook had emerged from your room. Namjoon placed his hand on the small of your back as he walked behind you to get plates.

"Good morning," Jungkook responded coldly.

"JK, there's milk or orange juice in the fridge, grab whatever you want," you told him as you flipped a pancake.

"Thanks, noona," he told you.

"So, what'd you do with the condom," Namjoon asked.

"Joon! What the hell," you hissed. He laughed at how defensive you got.

"So that translates to you put in in your nightstand and didn't have sex?" He asked, making you roll your eyes.

"He was drunk, I wasn't going to do anything," you explained. You both finished breakfast and brought a plate of pancakes and a plate of bacon to the kitchen table.

"This smells amazing," Jungkook said, smiling at you.

"We've had a lot of trial and error before we got a routine down," Namjoon laughed, remembering the many times the smoke alarms had gone off.

"Okay, I'm starving," you chuckled, putting three pancakes on your plate. You drowned them in syrup before you dug in. You hadn't had anything since you had gone out to eat with Jimin yesterday.

"I made an appointment to go to the shelter today," Namjoon told you.

"Oh, cool. Did you look at any of the other hybrids?" You asked.

"I looked on the website and they have so many dog hybrids. I thought they only had a few, but wow was I wrong," he told you.

"You're getting a hybrid?" Jungkook asked.

"I am, it's not something we're doing together," Namjoon told him. There was a sudden knock at the door and you got up to answer it. It was a man in a suit holding an envelope.

"Miss Y/l/n?" He asked.

"Yes?" You asked, very confused. He thrusted the envelope in your direction. You grabbed it and the man hurried off. You shut the door as you walked back in the kitchen, pulling a letter opener from the junk drawer.

"Who was it?" Namjoon asked you. You shrugged as you sliced the envelope open. It was the invitation to the annual fund raising gala that the Kim Publishing House holds every year on the last Friday of March.

"It's my invitation to the fundraising gala," you told them, examining the expensive looking paper.

"Who did you get paired with?" Jungkook asked. Each person who worked in your department got paired with an executive at your sister company, Min Press.

"Min Yoongi," you groaned. He was the son of the owner of Min Press and he was known as a fuck boy, a fact the media never lets anyone forget.

"Shit, if you've got it that bad, I'm dreading to see who I'm stuck with," Jungkook groaned as well.

"What about a date?" Joon asked. Jungkook chuckled at his naivety, but you shook your head. That was how Jungkook was able to tell that Namjoon was being serious.

"You can't take a date to this gala. We get paired up with someone from Min Press to keep them in business with us. All of our focus is on this one person. And y/n drew the short stick," Jungkook explained while you were cursing Seokjin at the moment. Your phone began ringing and you picked it up. It was Jin's caller ID. You opened the message. Your thumbs flew across the screen, responding to all of Jin's messages.

Jungkook's blood began to boil. Min Yoongi was a slimy son of a bitch and he couldn't stand the thought of any one's hands on you except for his own. But he bit his tongue, not wanting to cause a scene.

"What's the theme, Noona?" he asked you, drawing your attention away from the invitation.

"Masquerade," you answered, putting the invitation on the fridge with a magnet. You put your plate and fork in the dishwasher and sat back down, resting your head on your hands.

"Depending on my partner, I can cut in whenever you need it," Jungkook suggested. You shook your head, knowing that could result in a write up.

"No, it's fine. I'll just have to put up with it," you told him.

"I have to get ready for the shelter, do you want to come with me?" Namjoon asked as he cleared his and Jungkook's plates from the table.

"I'll stay here and get the apartment cleaned up," you told him. He nodded and went to his room to get dressed.

"I guess that means I'll go then," Jungkook said, starting to get up.

"You can stay. We still have some things to talk about," you told him as you started to wash any dishes that were in the sink.

"Okay, I'm out. I'll text you when I'm on my way home," Namjoon said, completely dressed and ready to go.

"Be careful!" You called after him as the door shut.

"Noona, why do you live with him?" Jungkook asked once he was sure Namjoon had gone. You looked up from the dishes and leaned your head to the side in thought. You were searching for the right way to explain it.

"After Hoseok and I broke up, I couldn't live with him but I wasn't ready to live on my own. Jimin offered to let me stay at his place, but I didn't want to just stay for free. Joon agreed to go in 50/50 on an apartment with me," you explained as you began dusting all of the wall décor.

"Does he like me?" he asked you, making you turn to look at him.

"Namjoon? Koo, he calls you my work husband, he just doesn't show it to your face," you giggled, but you noticed the way Jungkook visibly relaxed at what you had told him.

"Your work husband, huh?" He asked, curiosity weaved in his words.

"Yeah," you hummed as you continued to do a deep clean of the house.

"What makes him say that?" Jungkook asked, suddenly behind you. He was wrapping his arms around your waist. You jumped at the sudden close proximity.

"He says it because whenever he comes into the office we're attached at the hip. He always says you followed me around like a lost puppy," you answered.

"That was because you're so addictive," he mumbled, drawing circles into your skin. You shivered at his touch.

"Koo, we shouldn't," you told him, trying to unwrap his arms from around your waist.

"If you want to stop say no. But please, let me do this," he whispered, pulling your hair over one of your shoulders as he kissed the newly exposed skin.

"At least take me to dinner first," you giggled at the way his hair tickled your neck. It had always been hypersensitive. He smiled against your skin.

"I can do that. Where do you want to go?" He asked. He was kissing his way up your neck now. You leaned your head away from him, exposing more of your skin to him.

"You choose, I'm up for anything," you answered him. He nipped at your ear, causing you to stiffen in his arms.

"Sorry, do you not like that?" He asked you, concern making its way into his expression.

"Just sensitive," you answered him. He continued pressing light kisses here and there. You relaxed in his arms once again.

"There's a new sushi restaurant that opened up, let's go there," he suggested, pulling you closer to him.

"Okay, sounds good," you agreed, beginning to rock back and forth in his arms.

"Let's go tonight," he continued, moving with you.

"I don't have anything to wear," you said, knowing you had plenty of date night outfits, but most of them were from your relationship with Hoseok.

"What about that red dress you wore for Valentine's day?" He asked. You had bought the dress with Hoseok and wore it to one of his parties.

"No, I don't want to wear something that he touched," you whispered. Jungkook didn't even need you to say your ex's name to know what you meant.

"Come on," he said, grabbing your hand and leading you to your bedroom. He gestured for you to sit on the bed and you did so as he walked over to your closet, opening the door. He found your section of date night clothes.

"What are you doing?" You asked him. He just went through all the different dresses you had. His hands seemed to stop on any dress that stuck out to him.

"Which one of these have not seen out of this apartment?" He asked, holding up three dresses. One was a black dress you had worn clubbing with Jimin a couple times. The second was a red dress that you had bought for a party that Jungkook threw a month or two ago, but you had the flu so you ended up staying in. The third was a white dress from when you graduated from university.

"Black one I went clubbing in, second one never got worn, third one is from graduation," you told him.

"Who went clubbing?" He asked. If it was just your girlfriends, then he was willing to let it go.

"Jimin," you responded and he immediately hung the dress up as if it was burning him to the touch.

"Definitely not that," he laughed.

"I knew you would say that," you smiled. He held up the red dress.

"What was this one supposed to be for?" He asked, silently wishing that it hadn't been for someone else.

"I bought it for that party you threw, but I got sick and had to stay in," you answered him and he let out a low whistle.

"Were you trying to kill me?" He laughed as he laid it down on the bed. Your face was on fire as blood rushed to your cheeks at how quickly he was able to figure you out.

"No, I had just broken up with Hobi and I wanted to look good," you explained, not giving him the whole truth.

"For who?" He questioned you further. You didn't want to admit that he was right, so you tried to come up with something to satisfy his questions.

"Myself," you sassed him. Your phone beeped and you looked at it.

"Hey, pay attention to me, Princess," Jungkook told you. You snapped your head to look at him with the sudden use of a pet name. He smirked at how you had reacted. You managed to text Joon back before turning your attention back to Jungkook.

"Namjoon is on his way home, I have to get dressed and straighten up everything," you told him, scrambling off of the bed.

"I'll take care of the cleaning, you get ready," he told you. You both sprung into action. You traded your sleep shorts for some ripped mom jeans, and your sweatshirt was traded for a more cheerful sweater. You hurried to make your hair decent and brushed your teeth.

"How's it going?" You called as you made your bed.

"I was able to vacuum and dust!" He responded. Wow he worked fast, you thought.

"Can you make Namjoon's bed and put his laundry basket in the laundry closet?" You asked him. You put on your rings and some fluffy socks to protect your feet against the hardwood floor.

"Y/n, we're home!" You heard Namjoon call. You walked out into the living room, and before you knew it, you were tackled by an unfamiliar figure.

"Taehyung," Namjoon exclaimed. The boy scrambled to get off of you. The hybrid wrapped his tail around his legs, his eyes glued to the floor.

"I'm sorry, you just smell so sweet and I couldn't help myself!" He whimpered.

"It's okay, let's just not make it a habit," you told the hybrid. He had golden ears that flopped over his brown hair and a long shaggy tail.

"Noona, all done," Jungkook said, out of breath.

"I thought you said you lived with just her," Taehyung said to Namjoon.

"That's her..." Namjoon started to say, looking at you.

"Complicated. He's my complicated," you answered. Jungkook nodded in agreement, knowing that it was too soon for labels.

"Well, Y/n, this is Taehyung. He is a golden retriever hybrid," Namjoon told you, as if you hadn't read that on the website the night before.

"It's nice to meet you," you smiled.

"Likewise," he smiled, his tail starting to wag.

"Tae, why don't you do a little exploring," Joon told the younger boy. He walked in the direction of his and Namjoon's room, leaving the three of you alone. "Since when was this complicated?"

"When you left, we started talking. We're going out tonight," you told him. His focus sapped to Jungkook.

"If you don't treat her right, I swear you'll be a eunuch," Namjoon growled. Jungkook began rapidly nodding, moving to hide behind you.

"You should go now," you told Jungkook. He nodded in agreement.

"I'll come pick you up at seven, and I'll bring Namjoon's clothes back washed," he told you, hurrying out of the door once he had everything.

"He's gone?" Taehyung asked, emerging from the bedroom.

"Yes, he is," Namjoon sighed in relief.

"I'm sorry for tackling you," Taehyung said again.

"It's fine. You said something about my scent. What does it smell like?" You asked him. He sat on the couch and thought, taking deep breaths every now and again. You sat next to him to make him feel comfortable.

"Like orchids, irises, and honey," he answered you.

"Orchids mean love, fertility, and elegance. Irises mean wisdom, hope, trust and valor. Honey means sweetness and prosperity," you said, recalling many flower dictionaries and online resources you had read.

"They all smell so pretty when mixed together," he told you.

"Thank you, Tae," you smiled.

"How about we go get the room set up," Namjoon offered and Taehyung jumped up to follow him. You went back to your room and stared at the dress on your bed. You chewed on your fingernail, thinking about if this was the right thing to do. It felt wrong, but things came so easily with Jungkook. You just had to keep your love life separated from your wok life.

"Church and state," you whispered, quoting an episode of Grey's Anatomy you had seen. Essentially, keeping the love life at home and the work life at work. You hung the dress up before moving to sit on the middle of your bed.

"Hey," Namjoon said, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned your head to look at him. He was leaning against your doorframe with a small smile on his face.

"Hi. How's Tae settling in?" You asked.

"He's doing good. He's taking a shower, so I figured I'd come see how you're doing," he told you, sitting on the edge of your bed. You looked at him questioningly.

"I'm fine, why are you checking on me?" You asked, twisting your ring that was on your right hand. He raised his eyebrows at the action, making you roll your eyes.

"This is your first first date since Hoseok and I can tell that your mind is going a mile a minute," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. You huffed, but pat the spot next to you and he moved closer.

"I'm nervous. I just don't want this to end badly and then not have Jungkook in my life at all. He's been such a good friend at the office, I don't know what I would do without him there," you admitted. Namjoon knew that you weren't seeking his comfort, so he allowed your words to hang in the air.

"If you think about it, your relationship won't change that much. The only new thing will be intimacy," Joon said after a few minutes.

"It's still scary," you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckled at you, making you smile in return.

"That's what you said about Hoseok. You'll be fine, Y/n. Jungkook likes you a lot. He would be an idiot if he let you slip through his fingers," Joon said in earnest. Your ears turned red at his words.

"That's what you said about Hobi," you laughed, remembering having this same conversation roughly a year ago.

"No, I said he'd be stupid if he fucked up your relationship," Joon laughed, making you smile.

The conversation had happened before you moved out of your apartment from college. You were sitting with your legs crossed on your bed while Joon occupied your desk chair. You had been freaking out about the date all day and Namjoon took it upon himself to calm you down since your roommate didn't seem to be bothered. He talked you down for two hours before you successfully took a deep breath and began to get ready.

He soothed all of your anxieties up until the moment Hoseok had knocked on your door. He was the one who made you answer the door and the one who put the calla lilies Hoseok bought you in a vase. You vividly remember the two thumbs up he gave you as he shoved you out of the apartment, stumbling into Hobi because of your high heels. That was something that the two had teased you about for weeks.

"It'll be fine. It's not gonna be much different," you repeated Namjoon's words back to yourself. He gave you a nod of encouragement. You took a deep breath, letting the words sink in.

"It will," he assured you. Footsteps sounded throughout the hallway and before you knew it Taehyung opened the door slightly.

"Are you okay? Your scent changed," he asked you with big doe eyes.

"I'm fine now, Tae. Thank you for your concern," you smiled at him. A boxy smile took over his features and his tail began to wag.

"Can we do something fun tonight? Like to get to know each other?" Taehyung asked the both of you. You felt bad that you agreed to go out with Jungkook on the same day Namjoon brought Tae home, but it wouldn't be fair to Jungkook.

"I have a date tonight, but I promise we can go do something tomorrow, just you and me," you told him. He looked at Joon, searching for approval.

"If you want to go, I'm okay with it," he chuckled and Taehyung jumped onto the bed to hug you both. Everyone erupted into laughter. This was such a simple moment with you and the boys, but whatever you were feeling right this instance, you knew you never want to let go of it.

"Do you guys want to help me pick out a dress? I'm not wearing the one he picked out," you asked, knowing that it was a party dress and not a date dress.

"Can we hyung? Please, please, please?" Tae begged so hard, he might as well have been down on his knees.

"Let's go," he agreed and the three of you hurried to put shoes on. You made sure to grab your wallet and keys before walking out of the apartment door.

"Who's driving?" Tae asked as you approached your car. You laughed but Namjoon just rolled his eyes.

"I always drive because Joon doesn't have his license," you answered Taehyung. He smiled and giggled at what you told him.

"Whatever, let's just get going," Joon huffed as he sat down and buckled his seatbelt. You drove to the mall closest to you and Joon's apartment and parked right outside a fancy department store.

"Does Tae have a collar?" You asked Namjoon quietly, knowing that Tae could still hear you. Right on cue, he whimpered at the word.

"Tae, it's only while we're in the store. Laws are extremely strict regarding hybrids in public. I'm not asking you to do it at home. It's honestly for your safety," you assured him, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

"We got one, I let him pick everything out," Namjoon answered you, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the silver chain with a small oval tag on it. It looked more like military dog tags than a hybrid's collar.

"It's subtle. Great taste, Tae," you smiled as he put it around his neck. When he was done the three of you got out of the car and went into the store. Taehyung kept extremely close to you. Something about how your scent was calming to him.

"Miss Y/n, so good to see you again. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Hana, the store's manager, greeted you. You frequented this store every time you had an event to go to and you needed an outfit.

"I'm going on a date tonight to that new sushi place that opened up and I don't have any fresh date clothes," you answered her. She nodded in understanding.

"Well, we just got our spring collection in, come take a look," she smiled, pulling you to the racks nearby. Taehyung eagerly followed you while Joon kept a little bit of distance, watching you.

"What color scheme are we going for?" Hana asked as she pointed out some of her personal favorites.

"He likes me in red," you answered and she smirked because who doesn't like you in red. It was the color that has always made you confident in your own skin.

"Okay, well here we have a nice dinner party styled dress. It's not too flirty but not too innocent either," she told you, pulling a dress off of the rack and handing it to you. You came in here so often that she knows your sizes like the back of her own hand.

"This is going in the maybe pile," you smiled. Hana nodded and handed you a few other dresses from every color possible.

"Y/n please let me hold something," Taehyung whined as your arms became full. You giggled but handed him a few dresses which he took happily.

"Hana, thank you for your help once again. I'll come find you when I decide," you smiled and she nodded. She went back to fixing displays as you led the boys to the fitting rooms.

"Okay, you two wait right here. I'll come out and show you when I get one on," you told the two as the sat on a vacant bench, a few feet away from where another guy was surrounded by shopping bags. You took the dresses from Taehyung and hung them up in the small space and shut the door.

"She makes you come with her too?" You heard the other guy laugh.

"No, we wanted to come," Namjoon answered, clearing his throat. You could sense the tension as you slipped on the first dress. It was a white dress, but you knew it would end up some other color after dinner. You were always the one to spill something on your dress.

"Joon, can one of you zip me up?" You asked, opening the door just a bit. Namjoon shot up and opened the door so he could come in.

"You know this dress will end up trashed by the time you come home," he chuckled as you pulled your hair out of the way. His hand ghosted over the zipper for a second, but before you could ask what he was doing, he pulled it up.

"I know, but I have to try on everything Hana hands me. It's an unspoken rule," you told him. You opened the door to walk out to the bigger mirror outside of the rooms.

"Y/n! You look so pretty in white," Taehyung smiled. It was a boxy smile and that made you smile. Namjoon took his seat once again as they both watched you in the mirror.

"Thanks, Tae. But white and I do not mix," you laughed, ruffling his hair as you walked back into your room. As you shut the door, both boys were engrossed in their phones and you just smiled. Little do you know what they were doing.

"How about this one?" You asked, opening the door to reveal you in the red dress Hana had first handed to you. Both Namjoon and Taehyung had their eyes fixed on you, jaws practically on the floor.

"I don't think you need to try on any others," Taehyung answered you, regaining his composure much quicker than Joon. Taehyung elbowed Namjoon, who fake coughed in response.

"Yeah, you look stunning," he answered. You smiled before admiring yourself in the mirror.

"Thank you, boys. I agree," you nodded, turning to go back into the room, changing back into your clothes. You hung the red dress back on its hanger before putting the rest on the rack for the clothes meant to be put back.

"Can we go get something to eat?" Taehyung asked but Joon just laughed at him.

"You have so much to learn. Starting with the fact that Y/n doesn't go to just one store. Especially before a date," Joon answered, patting Taehyung on the shoulder.

You dragged those poor boys all around the mall. From Sephora to Pandora to a small shoe store. You only had a bag from each store, but Taehyung was stressing that you were carrying too much so you gave him one to make him satisfied. You picked up a new red lipstick to match with the dress, you bought two rings that you had been looking at for a while now, and you picked up some red sandals for tonight.

"Okay, are we done?" Namjoon asked, leaning against Taehyung as you walk towards them from Barnes & Noble with two bags in hand.

"Please let me carry some more," Taehyung whined once again and you handed him the bag from Sephora. You smiled at the dissatisfied look he gave you.

"We're done, I wanted to pick up a couple of books I edited for the bookshelf," you told the two as you both went to the car.

"Anything I'll enjoy?" Joon asked as he opened the passenger door, but Taehyung hopped in before Joon had a chance.

"Compiled short stories and rewrites of Grimm Brothers' fairytales," you answered him, putting your bags in the backseat. You had spent a couple hours in the mall, and it had shocked you when the time on your phone read 6:15.

"Shit, we gotta go now," you exclaimed, hurriedly turning the engine over and driving hurriedly back to your apartment. You grabbed as many bags as you could before Taehyung started begging to help. You led the way to the elevator, which thankfully was quicker than you had anticipated.

"He's picking you up at 7?" Namjoon asked as he unlocked the door. You all stumbled through the doorway, Tae following you to your room with his three bags.

"Yeah, and it's already 6:30!" You exclaimed, stripping until you were in the shower, hurrying to wash your hair, face, and everywhere else.

"Here's the dress, undies, and a bra. Everything is seamless, don't worry. Get dressed and I'll blow dry your hair while you do your make up," Namjoon told you. He had walked into the bathroom as soon as he heard the water shut off.

He had learned how to do your hair the weekend you were sick and supposed to go to Jungkook's party. The reason being is that you had been complaining that you felt gross, but barely had the strength to take a shower. Namjoon had ran you a bubble bath, washed your hair, and then offered to blow dry it as you talked him through it.

"Thank you, Joon. You're a life saver," you smiled, quickly getting dressed as he turned around.

"Finished?" He asked when he heard you digging in your make up bag.

"Yeah, hair dryer is already plugged in," you told him. He began to gently brush your hair as you started to apply some light make up. Nothing too dramatic, given that it's a first date. Namjoon was drying your hair in bigger sections than he usually would, given that Jungkook's supposed to be here in ten minutes.

That's when you heard it. The loud knocks that could be heard over the hair dryer. Taehyung busted into the bathroom as Namjoon worked harder with the dryer. He looked between the two of you, obviously in distress of some sort.

"He's hear, do I let him in?" Taehyung asked the both of you. Jungkook was early, so he could wait until 7 like he had promised. Namjoon was close to done.

"No, he can wait. I'm not ready yet. Thank you Tae," you added, spraying some sweet perfume on your wrists, rubbing some on your neck.

"Okay, you're good to go," Joon smiled, turning off the dryer. You turned around and smiled at him.

"You're such a life saver, you know that?" You told him and Namjoon didn't even tried to hide the blush on his face, but nodded. You leaned onto your tip toes before pecking his cheek in thanks, walking into the foyer. Suddenly frozen in place.

Ding Dong.

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fawndlymade · 6 years

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28 - “Please tell me you aren’t searching my room for where I’ve hidden the presents." With the bees! :D

Merry Christmas! Hope you like it!

When Blake slid her key into the lock on her apartment door, she did so silently. The door was shut behind her silently as well, and even with full hands, she managed to toe her shoes off without a single sound.

Not that she meant to make no noise, it was just part of her “mysterious ninja ways” as Ruby liked to put it.

Walking past the living room into the kitchen, Blake could see one of Yang's action movies playing on the TV, although the blonde was nowhere in sight. Figuring Yang was probably in the bathroom at the moment, Blake shrugged it off and opened up the fridge. With Christmas only a day away and a full dinner for eight to make, she had decided to brave the cold to do some restocking.

It wouldn't do to invite everyone over and have nothing to offer, after all. Especially since it was their turn to host Christmas for both their team and JNPR’s.

Once her job was completed and the grocery bags tucked away for next time, Blake made her way to her room to change into something comfier. There was still no Yang to be found in the living room, which was odd. Especially when Blake had thrown her set of keys onto Yang's in the little dish near the front door, and the bathroom was wide open, lights off.

“Maybe she's in her room...?” Blake mumbled to herself.

Her answer came in the form of a loud THUD, and a yelp. But not from Yang's room.

From Blake's.

Rolling her eyes, Blake marched down the hallway and twisted the doorknob, shoving the door open. The sight that greeted her was comical, enough so that Blake had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.

Sprawled out on the ground was Yang, books of every shape and size littering the floor around her. Beside her, tipped on its side was Blake's bookshelf. Lilac eyes went wide when Blake cleared her throat, Yang's mouth opening and closing a few times before, “Umm... this isn't what it looks like, I swear.”

“So you aren't searching my room for where I hid the Christmas presents?” she asked dryly. “Let me guess, you decided to help me redecorate.”

“Yep! Yep, totally, I just figured 'hey, Blake's room is a little drab so why not add some... books to the... err, floor.'”

Blake stared.

Yang winced. “Not buying it?”

“What do you think?”

Walking past the mess, Blake held her hand out to Yang and helped haul the blonde up to her feet. “I suppose it could have been worse, I could have caught you in my underwear drawer.” She smirked at Yang's splutters of denial, gesturing to the books. “We still need to prep the turkey for tomorrow, you know, so you’d better help me clean this up.”

“Ugh, fineeee....”

Together, they managed to get Blake's room back into some semblance of order, although Blake did catch Yang sneaking glances around the room every so often. While Yang had been joking, it was rather drab in the room. She had practically moved into Yang’s room once they had started dating, so her own room held very little of her actual belongings other than clothes and books.

“You're not going to find your present, Yang,” she said, amused. “I promise you, I hid it very thoroughly. And stop pouting.”

“But Blake, it's tradition!” Yang whined. Sliding up behind Blake, warm arms slid around her waist as Yang nuzzled her shoulder. “I can't just not look for presents!”

Sighing, Blake leaned back against Yang's chest. “Perhaps you could be a bit more careful when you look? Why would you even think to check the bookshelf, anyways? You can see everything on it.”

“... I thought I saw a ribbon behind one of your books,” Yang mumbled sheepishly, “but it was just one of your bookmarks.”

Snickering, Blake tilted her head to press her lips against Yang's cheek. “Poor you. Well you just lost your opportunity to find them for the day, because we have a lot of work to do before tomorrow.”

“Yes'm...”

–

Despite Blake's worry, everything seemed to go smoothly.

(Other than a quick scuffle with Yang for her to “go change, what on earth are you wearing??” when Yang came down wearing a red and green sweater with one breast hanging out of a poorly cut hole with an even more poorly drawn set of antlers on her skin and a red pastie on her nipple.

“It's Rudolph, Blake! Embrace the Christmas spirit!”

“The hell it is, go put on something more appropriate before I shove you out into the snow!”)

Dinner was ready by the time Ruby, Weiss, and JNPR arrived, although it had been a close call. Hours later, with everyone pleasantly full on turkey and eggnog, it was time to exchange presents. Pleased and a little exhausted, Blake allowed Yang to start on the dishes as she went around topping off drinks and cleaning up.

“Blake, sit down already,” Weiss called out. “We can give you a hand before we leave for the evening.”

“Weiss is right.” Pyrrha patted the spot beside her. “Come sit. We'd be more than happy to help clean up after ourselves, especially since you and Yang cooked such a lovely meal for everyone.”

“I'm almost done, I promise.” Setting down the last load of dishes in front of Yang, Blake slipped around the counter to squeeze Yang's shoulder. “And you?”

“Just gotta load the dishwasher and I'll be right there, Blakey.” Warm lips pressed against hers briefly and Blake let out a soft hum, eyes drifting shut. Metal fingers slipped down her side to rest on her hip, Yang's thumb rubbing gentle circles there.

“Gross, sis! Get a room already!”

The hand on her waist shifted, and Blake didn't need her eyes to know that Yang had just flipped Ruby off. Weiss' scandalized gasp was telling enough. Pulling away from Yang, she gave her partner a warm smile. “Come join us soon?”

“Definitely.” Yang's head bobbed, and with a final peck on the lips, Blake walked back over to where their friends were waiting. Knowing grins were on Ruby and Nora's faces, while Pyrrha and Jaune were blushing. Weiss looked a tad disgusted, and Ren was... Ren. Rolling her eyes, Blake settled down beside Pyrrha. “Don't give me that look, Weiss. The amount of times that I've walked in on you and Ruby-”

Her words were muffled by a cookie being pressed against her lips, and Blake gave Ruby an exasperated look. The speedster was grinning, although her cheeks were pink. “Shhhh Blake, it's present time!”

“Mmph..”

Waving her hands in defeat, Blake munched on the cookie as Ruby zipped around, passing around everyone's presents. In the effort of saving money, it had been agreed on that they could stick to getting presents for their teams and significant others. Blake was thankful, since budding huntsmen and huntresses didn't have an infinite amount of money to spend.

The couch shifted as Yang plopped down beside her, arm resting on Blake's shoulders. The faunus snuggled close, watching contentedly as presents were passed around.

“Yang's missing a present!” Ruby announced once she was finished. “She only has two, where's yours for her, Blake?”

“I had to hide it, seeing as someone can't keep her paws to herself.” Loathe to get up, Blake gestured for Ruby to come closer so she could whisper the location in her ear. She could see the exact moment Ruby realized, because team RWBY's leader let out a full blown cackle.

“Ohhhh Blake, that's brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?”

Unwilling to miss Yang's reaction, Blake pulled away from her girlfriend as Ruby zoomed off in the direction of-

“Hey! That's my room! What the hell, Blake!” Yang's mouth was open in surprise, and her eyes were full of betrayal. “I can't- you- Blake! I was searching for days and it was in my room the entire time!?”

“Yes.”

“I- but- why?”

To her side, Blake could see Pyrrha's shoulders rising and falling as she covered her mouth. Nora wasn't nearly as discreet though, nearly falling off the couch as she howled with laughter.

“Obviously because you wouldn't think to look there,” she deadpanned. “And because Ruby told me you had a habit of tearing the house apart looking for presents as kids.”

Yang scowled at Ruby, reaching for the beautifully wrapped box from her hands only to have it yanked away as Ruby deposited it in Blake's lap. “Traitor.”

“Can we please open the presents already?” Weiss asked impatiently. Blake chuckled; out of them all, Weiss was the one who looked forward to the gift giving portion of Christmas the most. Something that she hadn't expected when they had first met, but made sense once she had learned about Weiss' family.

Giving Weiss a fond smile, she gestured for her friend to go ahead. It was best they get started, since her and Weiss liked to unwrap their gifts gently (“like old people, Blake! C'mon, just tear it open already!”) unlike the heathens that were their partners.

It seemed that Weiss and Ruby had gone together on a present for her and Yang as a couple, because Blake's jaw dropped when she finally freed the tickets from their wrapping paper. “Guys, you didn't have to- this must have cost-”

“Ap pup pup pup!” Weiss wagged her finger. “We don't talk about prices. Just enjoy it.”

Yang whistled lowly. “Thanks Weiss! How'd you know we wanted to visit the Vacuan hot springs?”

Rather than responding Weiss just side-eyed Ruby, who grinned.

“Well, now that we've been thoroughly outclassed...” Blake grumbled good naturedly, “I guess you can open ours next.”

“Please, you know money isn't everything, Blake,” Weiss said, delicately undoing the tape that held their present together. “We'll love anything you get us- Ruby!”

Ruby's eyes glittered as she held her newly captured present in her hands. “You're taking too long, Weiss! I wanna see what it is!” And without further ado, she ripped the paper to shreds, holding up a rather large book. “Ohhh, a.... book?”

“Just open it, Rubes,” Yang prompted gently.

Sitting down beside Weiss, Ruby opened the book. It wasn't an actual book, but rather a photo album that both Blake and Yang had painstakingly crafted together. There were plenty of pictures of the team together, but also of JNPR, CFVY, and just Weiss and Ruby together, spanning from their first year at Beacon to last week during an impromptu snowball fight.

“Oh my gosh... Oh my gosh, Yang! Blake!” A black and red blur nearly tackled Blake out of her seat, and Blake giggled as she pat Ruby on the back. Once she had finally been freed (Ruby clinging to Yang instead like an octopus), Blake found herself on the receiving end of a hug from Weiss.

“You like it then?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“I love it,” Weiss whispered, giving her another squeeze. “Thank you.”

Once everyone had finally settled, Blake turned to Yang and cleared her throat. “Yang?”

“Yeah babe?”

Blake opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Closed it again. Finally she sighed and pushed the box into Yang's hands. “Here.”

“Uhh... thanks?”

Yang was too focused on the box in her hands to notice everyone's excited stares. Blake wasn't though, and she found herself fidgeting nervously as she tried to ignore Nora's thumbs up and Ren's calm smile. Jaune was practically bouncing in his seat, even as Pyrrha put a steadying hand on his lap. Ruby was grinning wide, nearly vibrating in place, Weiss was giving Blake an approving nod, and Yang was-

“... Blake?”

Blinking, Blake found her gaze drawn back to her girlfriend and the small box in her hand, open to reveal a golden band. Teary lilac eyes stared up at her, and Blake could barely squeak out a small “y-yes?”

“I-is this... Are you...”

She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut. “Yes...”

“You're such a jerk, Blake...”

“I-what?” That wasn't what she was expecting. That wasn't even a no. “Excuse me?”

A warm hand gripped hers, and Blake found her fingers closing around a small box. “I can't believe you beat me to it!” Peeking one eye open, Blake could see Yang grinning at her even as a few tears trickled down her cheeks. “Open your present, Blakey.”

With shaky hands, Blake dutifully opened her gift. Just like the one she had given Yang, a small box rested inside the wrapping paper, a small golden band with a single stone on it. “Oh...”

“Yeah, oh.” Yang giggled. “Now I'm really glad I couldn't find my present.”

“It would've ruined the surprise,” Blake agreed absently. Her own cheeks were wet. “So... I take it that's a yes?” She could practically hear everyone's groans of “obviously” and “duh!” but she tuned them out. She needed to hear it from Yang.

“That's definitely a yes.” Yang's fingers cupped her cheek, and Blake allowed herself to be pulled into an eager kiss by her gir-

Her fiancée.

She was being kissed by her fiancée.

Around them, she could hear the sounds of people getting up, congratulations floating through the air. Footsteps echoed, the door opened and closed a few times, and then finally they were alone.

“You never said yes, you know.”

Blake found herself reaching forward as Yang pulled away, only to have her hands grabbed and her fingers laced together with Yang's.

“I thought it was obvious.”

“Maybe, but I still want to hear it.”

“Yes, I'll marry you, dummy.” Pressing her lips to Yang's, she murmured a soft, “Merry Christmas, Yang.”

“Merry Christmas, Blake.” Yang's eyes sparkled with delight. “Or rather... marry Christmas, eh?”

“...I changed my mind, get out.”

“Wha- Blake, c'mon!”

#my writing #rwby #bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #pretty much everyone #merry christmas y'all have some gay bees #reeves3

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