#Jinyoung fluff

[prettywordsyouleft]

Missed Me?

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: fluff

Tropes: established relationship (of sorts)

Warnings: a tiny bit of 4th wall writing at the very end.

Word count: 849

Author’s Note: he’s back, and my heart and mind wasn’t prepared for how loud he’d be about it *rolls eyes*

Glancing up, you blinked in rapid succession before letting out a groan.

The man leaning against the doorframe pretended not to know why you had reacted like that at the mere sight of him, asking a soft “what?” in response. And yet, you saw the mirth within his dark gaze, the slight crinkle at the corners of his eyes giving him away. He was pleased to have you reacting to him again.

“Nope,” you declared, shaking your head to accompany the statement. “Absolutely not.”

“Haven’t you missed me?”

“Me? Miss you?” You forced out a laugh that rang somewhat hollow. But Park Jinyoung didn’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing you had thought of him often over the past eighteen months. You wouldn’t let it out that you would pause mid-action at times considering how he would have loved to be there in the moment. How you would hear something, and your immediate response was to contact him and tell him so. Late at night, when the darkness was your only companion, how you longed to be a little less lonely and curled up within his warm embrace. You had chosen to take his departure from your life as a clean break. And he didn’t need to know how much you had failed within your heart and mind to truly escape him.

A raised eyebrow in your direction made you sputter incoherently. He was too observant. You wondered how much your expression had given your pondering away. Jinyoung folded his arms across his chest, his toned physique making for quite a beautiful and distracting imagery. “Really? Not even a little?”

“Of course not! I was completely fine without you,” you lied with a straight face – at least you hoped so – and made a shooing gesture with your hand. “Stop leaning on the threshold. You’re not the main protagonist of my life, so you don’t need to do what main male characters do in fictional stories.”

He almost succeeded in keeping the smirk from truly crossing his lips, instead turning to his acting skills and crossing the room towards you with a pout gracing his annoyingly kissable lips. You immediately diverted your gaze to your laptop, then to your phone, failing to unlock it with your fingerprint, which flustered you further.

Curse him into damnation.

“I missed you,” he announced, and you flinched, equally being acutely aware of his proximity and not yet ready for the closeness of his earnest statement. His hand lifted to your chin and guided your focus back to his face. Oh, how you had yearned to see this man up close and in person again. You blinked several times, and he continued to pout. “I missed you so much it hurt.”

“You’ve clearly survived.”

“Did I?” he questioned, waiting to see how you’d respond. He let out a sigh when you didn’t take his bait. “I don’t know how you could do it, Y/N. A clean break from me? You’re stronger than I am.”

You narrowed your gaze. “We did have a clean break.”

“Did we? I beg to differ.”

“We did! I haven’t seen you once since you went away.”

“Not in person, no. But I’ve been following you on social media.”

You huffed, straightening to your full height. “You and social media?! It was like a ghost town with you over the past eighteen months! I had to resort to looking for glimpses in—!”

You clamped your hands over your mouth at what he had managed to weasel out of you and diverted your gaze once again.

A rich, melodious laughter rumbled out of Jinyoung, and you cursed your traitorous heart for swooning at the sound, revelling at hearing it again. Then your heart stalled altogether when his strong arms encased you, tugging you flush against his warm body.

“What am I going to do with you?” Jinyoung mused, his hand reaching up to your hair and ruffling it affectionately. “You know, normal people are elated when someone they love returns home. They bounce right into the arms of their lover and proclaim just how much they love and missed them. But not you. ‘Nope. Absolutely not?’ Of course, you would say something so ridiculous.”

“Well!” you grumbled out indignantly. “I wasn’t expecting you to be there.”

“You know me too well, sweetheart,” he claimed, pulling you back from him enough so he could gaze down at you, a bright smile gracing his handsome face. “You should have expected at the first chance I got that I would be back in your life.”

“As loud as ever,” you muttered.

However, this time, it was you who moved first, burying yourself deeper into his embrace, feeling his laughter vibrate up through his chest. Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply, allowing yourself the moment of reacclimatising with your one true nemesis.

And truest love.

“And to think,” he started, making you grow rigid at what could possibly follow. “You haven’t really been writing of late. All I had to do was come back and now look at you. A whole story. All because of me.”

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stars collide

Pairing: king!Jinyoung x chef!reader Genre: royalty au, angst Rating: 16+ Summary: When faced with your departure, Jinyoung puts his foot down once and for all. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Mild language

A/N: recommending you vs them as we welcome grumpy cat home!

“Say that again,” Jinyoung commanded, voice low and even. The servant stuttered out the words, biting his tongue in the process. Jinyoung dropped his silverware and pushed away from the table, pulling the napkin tucked in his collar free and dropping it on the floor. “Like hell she is. Not without talking to me first.”

He blew down the hallway to the kitchen like a tropical storm, bumping into furniture and frightening the piss out of anyone in his way. Sure, they’d all seen his wrath before, but nothing like this. Behind his fury was something deeper and much more terrifying: fear.

He burst into the kitchen with a bang as the doors hit the wall. “What the hell do you mean you’re leaving?” All eyes turned to his except the pair he spoke to. “The last time I checked, all employment and termination decisions went through the king.”

You sighed and turned away from the sink, abandoning the pot you used to cook the last meal you’d prepare in the castle. It was a sentimental, menial task that you’d hoped you’d be able to get through without tears. “Your Majesty, you deserve better. Someone with more talent and knowledge of nutrition. I’ve arranged for a new head chef—”

“EVERYBODY OUT.” Jinyoung bellowed. Metal clinked and feet scuffled over the ceramic floor as the help scurried away. Some even glanced at you, convinced it was the last time they’d see you alive. When the door shut behind the last person, Jinyoung drew in a shaky breath and spoke with an eerie calmness. “Who gave you the permission to make such a bold decision?”

You swallowed and cleared your throat. “I am confident it’s for the best. I meant no disrespect—”

“Of course you did.” He stalked closer, taking his time as he spoke. “You deliberately kept me in the dark. Everyone must know but me, right?”

You instinctively backed away, but he kept advancing until your back hit the counter’s edge. “I knew you’d try to stop me. Your Majesty, with your engagement to the princess—”

“How many times do I have to tell you I have no interest in marrying her?” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I don’t care what the council says, I choose who I marry. If anyone’s walking down that aisle with me, it’ll be you.”

“Your Majesty, please.”

“Stop calling me that. I hate it when you talk to me like that.”

You huffed and tried again. “Jinyoung. They’ll overthrow you and choose someone who doesn’t care for the kingdom or its people. And you could do a lot worse than her.”

He paused, his dark eyes searching yours for a moment that stretched into eternity. “She doesn’t care for me as a person. She only sees the crown and the status. I’d rather chew my arm off than spend one night in bed with her. But you, I’d give everything I own just to wake up with you in my arms once. I’d even give my life—” He cut off, the words choking in his throat as he struggled to maintain his composure.

You pressed your lips together, feeling the cold press of the counter digging into your back. “It’s not about how we feel, it’s about what’s necessary. Your kingdom needs stability, an alliance that marriage to the princess will provide.”

Jinyoung ran a hand through his tousled hair, a gesture laced with frustration and desperation. “Damn it, _____! Since when did you start caring more about politics than—than us?” His voice cracked.

You felt a twinge of pain at his words, knowing how deeply intertwined both your lives had become since those forbidden meetings began, sharing secret glances across crowded rooms long before rumors of betrothal ever surfaced. “It’s always been about us,” you replied softly, earnestly. “But can there be an ‘us’ if everything you’ve worked for falls apart? If everyone turns against you?”

He was silent for a long moment before he stepped closer again, this time with a gentle caution. He lifted his hand, hesitated, and then placed it gently against your cheek. “They can turn every stone in the kingdom against me if they wish,” he murmured, “but if losing you is the price of this crown, then it weighs too much already.”

Your breath hitched as his thumb traced the line of your jaw, a feather-light touch that could almost make you forget the gravity of the conversation. “Jinyoung, you can’t… we can’t not consider the consequences. Your throne, the welfare of your people…”

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as if amused by a thought known only to him. “My heart knows no subjects like it knows you. How can I lead a kingdom when its king is fractured into his own regrets? I need to be whole; you make me whole.”

The words had the soft lilt of poetry, but they hung heavy in between the two of you. How could love and duty weigh so unevenly on the scales of a ruler’s life? But then, out past the aisles of power, away from cloaked discussions and strategic alliances, it was simply you and him.

“But there is a reality beyond what we want,” you managed to say, though your voice came out hushed against the fervor in his eyes. “If wishing made it so, Jinyoung—”

“Let’s wish then,” he interrupted fiercely. “Let’s wish and work for it. Challenge conventions, change the course. I’ll talk to my council, turn around every stone until they see you—as I see you—not just as a chef or a commoner, but as my queen.”

Your heart fluttered dangerously at such declarations—a mix of dread and exhilaration pumping through your veins. “And if it turns against us? What then?” You knew this wasn’t simply about defying norms; it was about steering an entire kingdom through turbulent waters, potentially creating rifts where there had been none before.

Jinyoung’s eyes darkened with resolve, his grip tightening comfortingly on your shoulder. “Then we battle those tides together,” he declared staunchly. “We face every challenge as one. If the council resists, if the nobles object—they must see that my decisions are for the kingdom’s true good. And nothing is good for me—or for this kingdom—if it tears me away from you.”

The raw honesty in his voice sent shivers through you. Here was a man who would stake all he had for his heart’s cause, even if it meant upheaval in realms beyond imagining. But could love truly conquer all—even a kingdom fraught with ancient traditions and powerful adversaries?

“Jinyoung,” you started, your voice laden with an ache of longing and fear, “I want to believe we can do this. But history is littered with tales of kings and queens who succumbed to personal desires at the expense of their thrones. Are we prepared to be a tale of caution or of victory? How can we ensure our story won’t be etched in tragedy?”

He let out a breathy laugh, partly bitter, partly hopeful. “Our story,” he said contemplatively, as if savoring each syllable, “will be one we write each day, intricately intertwined with love and bold enough to imprint on the sands of history not as caution but as legend.”

Your eyes welled up at the sincere ambition in his words—a vision so grand it could indeed either bind or devastate an empire. His fingers brushed away a tear. In his eyes, you saw hope, strength, and love. If he was willing to risk it all for you, shouldn’t you reward him with your faith, commitment, and trust? You found yourself nodding, smiling through your tears, both to him and your own unspoken question.

“Then I’ll stand beside you every step of the way.”

[seokmattchuus]

CIX getting jealous (fluffy ver.) - Reaction

A/n: Did I proofread this? I don't remember. Sorry in advance.

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Byounggon: *Gets in his feelings, really. Switches between silent treatment and complaining.*

"Me? Jealous?" He rolled his eyes with a scoff before walking away just to come back. "What am I? A middle schooler?"

Seunghun: *Definitely needs a lot of reassurance. Especially since he knows he's being childish about it.*

"I know it's stupid!" He pouted. "But I can't help it when I see guys looking at you like that."

Yonghee: *Stuck between wanting to be obnoxious about your relationship and keeping things lowkey.*

"We should get couple rings." He said before pausing. "Or would shoes be better since it's not too much?"

Jinyoung: *Lowkey mad about it. Goes everywhere with you from now on. Even when they're attending their schedules.*

"We can go get the coffee together." He smiled, his hand sliding into yours. "It won't take too long, anyways."

Hyunsuk: *Demands affection as compensation. Immediately. Will be pouty about it.*

"Pft." He scoffed as he looked back at the guy. "Can't believe he thought he had a chance."

[daemour]

Pairing: bae jinyoung x tutor! f! yn

Word Count: 1976

Warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol consumption and drugs, mentions of sex, kissing

Genre: Angst, fluff, f2l au, college au, m for mature

Summary: You're popular, pretty, top of your class. It's no surprise you've ended up tutoring Bae Jinyoung, your opposite in many ways. But your feelings for him grew out of your control and you try to find him at the biggest end of year party

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this is for the jackson wang party fic collab finished with @mingsolo (hella good), @flurrys-creativity (Pygalgia, Effervescent, and Abience), and @sanjoongie (trouble) ^^ this was supposed to have smut but i couldn't get it out im sorry :') you can just imagine it in ur head pls

and ignore the difference in wc from this and my san one :') i did not have the energy to write another 10k so this ones short and sweet lol

Also the banner was made like 2 username changes ago lol

You can read the San one here (No Hesitation)

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It’s late…at least for you. Judging from the people milling about with ease, they’re a lot more accustomed to being awake at unholy hours of the night. A couple of them even cast curious glances at you, unused to seeing you at a party. And you can’t blame them either. You’re the college’s well-known “good girl”, volleyball captain and top of your college batch. You’ve been to exactly one party your entire four years here and it was because your roommate, Yeseul, threw it without telling you.

She’s not at this party, too embarrassed to show her face after being dumped by the school playboy, San. You’d feel bad but she kinda deserved it after bragging to everyone how she bagged him. And if she went with you, she’d make it such a huge deal when you want to lay low. You came to this party for one reason after all…to find Bae Jinyoung.

Once again, something you never thought you’d be doing. Jinyoung is the complete opposite of you in every way. Always partying, and getting high, his list of cons goes on and on. But when you were paired up with him to tutor in a last-ditch effort to not get expelled, you didn’t expect to grow so close to him. And maybe you’ve grown to have a soft spot for him.

He had to retake his final exam due to a stomach bug (he was hungover, but you decided not to let his professor know that fact) and you were told his test results early. He had passed after months of hard work, and you were too excited to keep it from him. 

You called him first, and he picked up, but he was clearly drunk, living it up at what you heard was the last party of the year. And against your better judgement, you decided to go tell him the good news in person, perhaps after getting him a little more sober. And you’re maybe a little stupid, hoping he would come sweep you off your feet and kiss you senseless, but a girl can dream. Maybe when you tell him the good news, he’ll lift you and swing you around just like in all your romance books and fall in love.

You’re once again reminded of just how out of place you are as you weave through the crowd. As you look around, you can’t help but be amused at how you must look so lost. You’re not looking where you’re going properly and you bump into a broad chest.

When you look up, you’re met with the furrowed brows of the other Jinyoung of the college, Park Jinyoung, recognisable from his stone-cold features and his signature turtleneck. The only thing he shares with your Jinyoung is the name. Whereas your Jinyoung was mixed up in all sorts of trouble, ranging from drugs to drinking to sex, Park Jinyoung kept to himself, except for this one girl he seemed to have conflicted feelings for. You’ve seen him look at her like she made the stars, only to push her away when she turns her attention towards him. And case in point, when you mutter out a sorry he barely pays attention to you, muttering her name under his breath. Looks like you’re not the only one looking for someone tonight.

You try and ask around a bit, and while some classmates do their best to narrow down Bae Jinyoung’s location for you despite their inebriated state, most of them are just too shell-shocked to see you here and they can’t mask their confusion.

“YN? I didn’t expect to see you here.” A familiar voice catches your attention and you turn to see Choi San standing before you, his hair ruffled and his signature smile on his face. There’s a hint of sadness in his eyes, but you don’t know him well enough to enquire about it.

“Ah, hello, San. I hope you’re doing well after…all that’s happened.” It’s no secret that San broke up with Yeseul because of his roommate. To your credit, you manage to hold back your curiosity and instead just ask him a question pertaining a bit more to your own dilemma. “Have you seen Jinyoung? Bae, not Park.”

San shrugs. “I’m doing well, yes. I can’t stay long, but I think I saw Jinyoung near the living room. It’s through there, you can’t miss it. Lots of couches…and lots of people kissing.”

You absolutely miss the warning tone in his voice, but your heart is already beating a little too fast for your own good at the idea of seeing Jinyoung again. “All right, thanks San!” You start walking the other way, but something nags at you and you spin around, calling out his name before he steps away. “And San…I want to apologise for Yeseul. You should go for your friend. She looks at you the same way.”

There’s a moment’s pause, then San quirks his lips at you. “Thanks, YN. I think I will. Good luck with Jinyoung.”

You laugh and salute him before turning back to continue on your way. With each step, you can feel excitement rush past your ears. You know it’s a horrible idea, but you’ve grown fond of Jinyoung. Maybe it was how all the rumours surrounding him were less than satisfactory, but he never showed you anything but kindness and quietness when you tutored him. Maybe it was the way he leapt at any chance to talk about football to you, and how his smile would light up any room.

And maybe it was when he finally convinced you to let loose and take a study break with him, you found out he kisses gently, large hands cupping your face as his breath puffs over your lips. His touches are soft, ghosting over your waist as you sit beside him, and you feel special.

“Jinyoung–” you call out, entering the room San had pointed out to you, but you stop dead in your tracks. You’ve found him. Bae Jinyoung, sitting on the couch, a girl in his lap and his tongue deep in her mouth. It’s not nearly as sweetly as he kissed you, and yet your stomach drops. It’s stupid to be hurt, you remind yourself. You stare for a moment longer, eyes glued to how the girl is grinding on him so well and you feel a tightness in your throat you can’t seem to dislodge.

And it’s almost like slow motion when Jinyoung turns his head and makes direct eye contact with you. His mouth drops open, more than it was before and like the coward, you turn tail and run right back out of the room.

You push through the people crowding you and out one of the back doors. In the distance, you can see a figure floundering in the lake, soaking wet, but you can’t be bothered to be curious about the sight. You should’ve known this was going to happen. You catch feelings, and Jinyoung doesn’t, and you make a fool of yourself. How could you be so dumb? It’s clear what happened. You were just another conquest, another prize for him to win.

“YN!” You can hear Jinyoung’s familiar cadence float from the house and you glance back, seeing him try and get to you through the people milling about. “YN wait!”

There’s desperation in his voice, but your brain does not register it and you just turn away, heading towards the line of cars parked far into the grass. You didn’t park there, but it should give you enough cover as you make your way to the next street over where your car actually is.

Your eyes are trained forward, and you refuse to look back even as Jinyoung’s panicked footsteps get closer and closer to you. “YN, please!” You hesitate just for a moment, but it’s long enough for him to catch up to you and grab your arm gently. “Please look at me, YN.”

You turn around, but keep your eyes trained on the ground lest you cry, especially after seeing his face. “What’s up?” It’s almost sick how sweetly your voice sounds as it breaks.

“YN, I’m sorry.” The desperation has not left Jinyoung’s voice, and his hands move to your shoulders, gripping them tightly as if that would convince you he meant no harm. And maybe he didn’t. But it’s not his fault you’ve fallen in love with an unobtainable thought.

“Why are you sorry?” you respond, trying your hardest to keep your voice level, although it tremours just a bit when Jinyoung sucks in a breath. “I can’t stop you from…parties, and kissing. I’m just a nobody.”

Jinyoung shakes his head, his long hair falling in his eyes but he makes no move to brush it away. “You’re anything but a nobody, YN. You’re pretty and perfect, and you have so much going for you. You have a job already lined up, you have plans for your future. I’m the one who’s a nobody.”

You laugh. “We could go around in circles, Jinyoung. You’re not a nobody, not to me. And not to that girl. It’s okay that I’m not who you want me to be. I can only kiss you sweetly, I can’t desire you in the same carnal way she does, no matter how much I want to. And there’s no way you want to waste time teaching me how to not be dumb and innocent.”

Jinyoung frowns, just as pretty as his smile is. “I do, YN. I do, more than you can know. I want to take you on dates and kiss you on the beach. I want to have coffee in the morning with you. I just want to hold you. And I love it when you’re innocent and sweet.”

“But that girl–”

“Screw that girl!” You flinch a little at his volume and Jinyoung pauses, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “We were drunk, and I was just missing you a little too much. It was a mistake. I should’ve have tried to run from my problems. I– when you called me, I should’ve dropped everything and gone to find you, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to let myself want you. But I do.”

You breathe in sharply through your nose. “I don’t want to make you change…” you start to protest carefully, although your resolve is breaking by the second.

Jinyoung shakes his head, leaning in so his face is mere breaths away from yours. “I want to change, YN. So please, let me.”

“I–” Against your better judgement, you look him in the eyes, noticing the shaking wateriness of them. “Okay.”

The tension in Jinyoung’s face pinches before finally dissipating, easing the lines in the skin. “Okay,” he copies you. “Okay. YN, can I kiss you?”

His question comes so suddenly, you swear your heart stopped beating for a moment. You barely get a yes out before Jinyoung’s lips capture yours again. And if you thought your first kiss was sweet, this is a million times sweeter. His hands find their way to the small of your back this time and push you closer to him, your arms naturally finding their way around his lithe shoulders. The movement makes the kiss deepen as his mouth presses eagerly against yours.

“I missed you,” he hums against your lips and you sigh happily.

“Must’ve been hard, benign away from me for a whole five days,” you can’t help but tease and Jinyoung groans good-naturedly.

“Man, you’re so mean to me. What happened to being all nice and innocent?” With a smile, you shove your face into Jinyoung’s neck. Jinyoung bends down to press a kiss to your temple. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I think we’re long overdue a talk.”

You sigh. “We are.”

[kpopimaginings]

"It's not worth it" - Jinyoung

You knew this would happen. You and Jinyoung had recently announced your relationship to the GOT7 boys. Part of the reason you had kept it quiet early on was because you knew there would be teasing. You could have also predicted that BamBam and Jackson were going to be the main perpetrators.

You were out for a group dinner for the first time since they found out and the teasing started immediately. You honestly weren't too bothered by it, but you noticed Jinyoung's clenched jaw as he glared at the members who were talking. You took his hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze, trying to silently tell him to let it go.

Once the food came out, things quietened down for a moment.

"Don't let them get to you," you whispered to Jinyoung.

He just nodded in acknowledgment, but you knew he hadn't really taken your comment to heart.

As you finished eating, you took Jinyoung's hand again and shot him a little smile.

"Ah, look at you two all loved up," BamBam started again.

"Cut back on the PDA though," Jackson added.

You rolled your eyes at the comment, but once again Jinyoung couldn't let it slide.

"We looked at each other. How is that PDA?"

"Relax, Jinyoung-ie," Jackson told him, before turning to you. "Are you sure about him? He's a bit uptight!"

You bit your lip to keep yourself from chuckling and further annoying your boyfriend.

Then, you jumped slightly as Jinyoung brought his hand down on the table.

"Jinyoung!" you scolded.

"What was the one thing I asked of you, Jackson?" he snapped, ignoring your interjection.

Jackson stared blankly at Jinyoung.

"All I said was don't tease Y/n," he continued. "You can wind me up all you like but when she's around, you knock it off."

"But she's our friend too," Jackson pointed out.

"Yeah, she's used to us, she knows what we're like," BamBam added.

You were about to agree with them, when Jinyoung  spoke again.

"I'm crazy about Y/n, ok? The last thing I want is you idiots scaring her off."

"Jinyoung-ie, that's so sweet," you said, your voice now softer, "And I'm very pleased you want me to stick around, but the boys are right, I've known them for long enough that I expected this. A little teasing among friends isn't going to make me leave."

"Ok, but-"

"No, it's not worth it. I want to be with you, and Jackson and BamBam being littles shits isn't going to change that."

Jinyoung couldn't help but smile and chuckle as the troublemakers complained at your choice of words. Smiling back, you leant in and pecked a soft kiss to his lips.

It surprised you somewhat when the resulting 'Ew' came from Yugyeom.

"Don't you start," you told him with a smile, before resting your head on Jinyoung's shoulder while you waited for desert.

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[stay-mon-army]

5 Ways to Win a Prince

Word Count: 6,283 words (wtf the longest fic I've written so far)

Warning(s): pining, kissing, light touching, secret romance, fear of rejection/being separated by parental figures, creepy suitor/bad vibes from unnamed side character

Pairing: Prince!Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x Knight!gn!reader

Requested by: @crzy-devil (sorry this took so long!)

1- Sneak in to Visit

The sun began its slow descent, painting the distant horizon in fire and gold, as though the trees on the mountains had erupted with flames. You watched the colors shift and change as you rested your back against the rough rocks that make up the walls of the castle you’ve sworn to protect.

The metal armor adorning your body kept you warm from the chilling breeze that stirs the trees, making them dance alone within the field below you. The grounds of the castle roll gently downhill into a field and garden away from the balcony you currently rest under. You were always envious of his view, despite the fact you sneak in and are able to enjoy it yourself very often. Thinking of your secret path, you glance one last time at the horizon, deciding that the lowering sun had dimmed enough to allow you to steal away up the side of the wall.

You stand, double-checking that all of your armor and weapons are properly secured to your body before turning to face the wall. The bricks were firmly secured together, but certain bricks were not properly flush or were beginning to chip, giving you perfect foot and handholds to support your travels up its edge. Months of practice had made this climb easier and easier, so now it was no time at all before you were lifting yourself over the balcony railing, slipping down gently onto the marble outcropping that led to the glass doors into the Prince’s room.

Through the doors, you could see a fire gently crackling and flickering within the giant hearth that Jinyoung loved so much. Unsurprisingly, settled deep into one of the chairs encircling the fire, was your prince, his nose pressed into a book, his legs tucked up beneath him as though he could make himself small enough to actually enter the world in which he was engrossed. Just the sight of him brought a bright smile to your face, releasing the tensions of the day full of training and drilling for the protection of the kingdom. Nothing could make all of that pain and stress worth it as much as seeing the man before you.

Slowly, so as not to disturb him, you inch to the door, sliding open the glass doors, and slipping into the room to make your way closer to his gorgeous red and gold armchair that he so favored. Finally, when you placed your hand down on the arm of the chair as though you were making him aware of your presence, he turns his warm brown eyes up to meet your face, a gentle look of surprise parting his pink lips and flushing his detailed cheeks in a way that set your heart aflutter.

“Hello, my prince.” You whisper, leaning down to press a brushing kiss against one rose-tainted cheek. Jinyoung reaches up, fingers snagging behind your head to pull you down for a proper kiss, his lips grazing yours like snow drifting against the wind during the first snow, as though he was teasing you with his presence more than allowing either of you to enjoy it fully.

That was a change that had grown over time; in the beginning, you were both so afraid of not getting time together, not being able to be together, that you would waste no time, pressing together your lips and bodies as close as you could manage, sure you would run out of chances to hold each other that way. However, as time went on, you began to see the ways in which the small, subtle, simple touches and intimacies brought forth sweeter emotions than rushing through and feeling all at once. You were glad now to be able to spend moments like this; barely touching and yet feeling more than anyone else could make you feel, seeing everything the world had to offer and knowing you could take it whenever you wanted, but being secure enough to let it come to you.

You pull away from the man, who tilts his head up as though he’s chasing after you, before he settles back into his chair, lifting the book that he had rested on his lap. He reaches to a nearby table to grab a small bookmark, sliding it between two pages carefully, before setting the book down on the table.

You grab his hands, lifting him from his seat to spin the two of you around and pull him into your lap back into the cushioned chair. He chuckles at your actions, resting a hand against your collarbone as he shifts to find a comfortable position on your armored lap.

“I know these are for keeping you safe and all, but they really could have spent a little extra into making these more comfortable, couldn’t they?” He jokes, flicking the breastplate that separated your bodies from each other.

You laugh along, taking his hand and rubbing your thumb across his knuckles, raising them to press your lips against them as well.

“Well, once you’re king, you have all the power in the world to make that change to our uniform. For now, we must suffer in silence, lest we be found out and whisked apart.” You lean in to whisper the last sentence, letting your breath feather across his ear and neck, sending a shiver down his spine that has him pressing harder against your body.

“I would never let them keep me from you. Come hell or high water, I would never be separated from you – let them try.” This wasn’t the first time he had said similar sentiments, and it brought joy to you hearing it every time. You felt the same way, but to know that your prince would do anything to keep you together – your heart beats wildly at the thought.

You pull Jinyoung down closer to you, though you doubt it’s very possible to do that, and lean your face close to him, your nose brushing his intimately as you look down into his eyes.

“I share your sentiments, Prince. I promise to you, that my oath to you and your family is not only one as a soldier, as a knight, as a guard, but as a lover, as a human, as a simple servant under an idol. My devotion to you will never waver and I will not let anything but death pull me from your side. No matter what else I must give up, no matter who I may have to become or kill, I will be by your side, protecting you and yours, until Lady Death comes to bring me across to the otherworld.”

Jinyoung’s eyes shimmer with tears as he presses his forehead against yours, his hands coming to cup your cheeks.

“And I you, my love.” He whispers, finally press your lips together properly, pulling your bodies as close as possible. He holds you close and you let yourself sink into the sensation of holding the one you swear your life to, letting life carry you where it will.

2- Save Him from Unworthy Suitors

The worst part about being in love with the Prince was that he was destined to be put on dates with others constantly in the hopes of making relations with other kingdoms to keep the country safe from the neighboring lands. Most of the lands got along well enough, so there wasn’t a lot of fighting anyway, but Jinyoung’s parents were always trying to set up the next power couple of the continent.

Many times, you were sent out as a guard for the dates, if they were off castle grounds, which meant that you had to sit and watch while someone tried to woo Jinyoung, only to be met with polite refusal and friendship. Most of those who were on these dates felt the same way and had their own lovers back home in their kingdoms. They played along well as though they enjoyed the date, but it was only out of friendship and political acceptance.

However, on occasion, a date was set up between the young prince and someone who truly wished to catch his fancy. Most were amicable and, while often pushy and intense in trying to prove their worth to Jinyoung, were quick to accept Jinyoung’s refusal at the end of the date.

One day, however, there was a young male suitor who refused to take no for an answer. After one date had gone over without any hassle, Jinyoung had gone to his chambers that night with you and told you that he felt alright about the date, and that nothing would come of it, as per usual. Unfortunately for you both, the young man was infatuated with Jinyoung and had not accepted the refusal after only one shot. He had gone to the Queen after the date and explained in detail how he was sure another date would be enough to win over her son, and the Queen had quickly agreed, growing worried that Jinyoung would end up alone until he became King, which the Queen didn’t want to happen. The Queen wanted only for her son to be happy with a person to cherish him; unaware was she of the person warming her sons bed that very night.

Another date was scheduled and prepared for the two men, and for once, you were not scheduled to chaperon the excursion. That, however, was not going to stop you from riding along with them.

The men were scheduled to ride down a ways through the woods just outside of the castle, to a small lake area to have a picnic. Jinyoung told you about the trip, knowing there was no way he could stop you (not that he wanted to) and it would be easier to hide your spying if you didn’t have to track them too closely.

So on the morning of the day, you waiting until just after the other guards had followed after the prince and his suitor before slipping onto a horse of your own and tracing their path. You knew the way to the lake, as it was a common spot for you and the prince to also run off for little getaways together, making you all the more annoyed that the Queen had planned such a personal trip for the prince, despite his assertion that he had no interest in suitors.

Not long down the pathway through the rustling leaves, wandering along the sunlight dappled trail, you spot the edge of the clearing surrounding the lake, so you pull your horse off the path and hobble it to a tree. You sneak up to the edge of the treeline to look out onto the group setting up a picnic beside the water – blanket and food spread out in the attempt at fashion simply seeing cheesy to your untrained eye. You had spent years in the castle, but you didn’t understand the need to always seem to fancy and rich. It was something Jinyoung claimed to love about you; you didn’t let the glitz, glam, and politics of the castle change who you really were at your core.

You decided to rest yourself on a fallen log, knowing that you would likely be here for a while watching.

However, not long after the picnic had been set out and the food had been eaten, the man had waved off the guards, asking them for privacy between the two. The guards had looked at each other, unsure what to do, but eventually shrugged and wandered off into the treeline, barely missing your seated figure.

You watched closely, eyebrows furrowed at the odd behavior of the young man now reaching his hand out to place it against Jinyoung’s arm. You lean forward in your seat, feeling your body heat as you realize that Jinyoung is fidgeting, looking quite uncomfortable at the situation at hand. Nothing had happened yet, but you knew Jinyoung’s moods better than anyone, and could read the emotions on his face even from yards away. Jinyoung was not happy.

Thinking quickly on your feet, you sneaked back to your horse, untying it from the tree, leading it back onto the road. You slip into the saddle, quickly kicking the horse into a canter to round the final bend and reach the lake on which the men were sitting.

The men both startled, turning to face you as they hear you call out for the Prince, reining your horse in just in time to spray sand against the young man who finally pulls away from Jinyoung to wipe his shirt and face.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness, but I must request that you come with me at once. There is an urgent matter back at the castle that requires your immediate attention, and I was instructed to come collect you quickly without any delay. If I might entreat you to climb upon my horse, I can get us back to the castle quickly.” You reach a hand down, doing your best to keep your face straight and serious as Jinyoung looks up at you with bewilderment, which fades quickly into barely hidden amusement.

“Of course, my Champion.” He raises to his feet, moving to take your hand, when he’s grabbed by the man still seated directly behind him, looking at him with confusion and annoyance.

“Why don’t you wait, Your Highness? I will come back with you as soon as we collect the guards and our things.” The young suitor gives a harsh look at you over Jinyoungs shoulder, before tugging on Jinyoung’s arm.

Jinyoung tugs his arm away, a feigned smile resting upon his lips as he steps ever closer to your patiently waiting horse. “No, I’m afraid this sounds much too urgent to wait even an extra moment. I shall see you back within the castle.” He turns without a second of hesitation, taking your arm and using the momentum of your assistance to pull himself onto the horse behind you, as he has done a million times.

He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your back as you canter back the way you came, heading for the castle as though your errand was real. About halfway back to the castle, Jinyoung whispers out a soft “thank you” that you can barely make out against the wind and you relax, letting a hand rest against his fists balled against your stomach.

“Any time, my love.”

3- Flex your Strengths

The only time that you find joy other than being beside Jinyoung is when you’re in the training field. The guards all spent at least a handful of hours a day working in the field, ensuring that they keep their skills sharp and their muscles hard. You worked as a guide to the youth whenever possible; young pupils hoping to be guards and warriors were always trying to prove themselves in the field, but they always need a mentor to help them learn the tricks of the blade.

On warm summer days when there is nothing exciting happening in the castle, you often toil away your hours with a new pupil, a practice sword, and a sparing partner. Today was no exception.

You wiped away a layer of sweat threatening to drip into your eyes and blind you, as you roll out your sword arm. You had just bested yet another guard in a sparing match – you weren’t the most skilled warrior, but you had enough knowledge and skill to make you one of the top guards, tasked with protecting the royal family.

A new challenger steps up to the ring, groups of young and experienced fighters watching excitedly as the new man makes a show of stretching and swinging his sword, as though he could intimidate you into backing down or losing. Instead of bothering to “worry” about his theatrics, you continue shaking and stretching out your body, glancing over the crowd as you do so. You stutter in your stance for only a second as you spot a familiar face a few paces back from the edge of the crowd, a guard you’ve met several times standing beside them with a hand on their sword.

Jinyoung had come to see you practice. He didn’t often do this – he was the anxious one in whatever this was, always afraid of being spotted and questioned by someone who has no business in his. However, you were completely the opposite, ready to speak up about your love the moment he opens himself up to the idea. But here he was, standing with his arms crossed, a beautiful blue top tucked into tight dark trousers, his hair lightly ruffled by the soft wind blowing through the training field. He smiles softly, ducking his head slightly, almost impossible to see, if you weren’t in tune with every small movement of his body.

You smiled back, quickly turning back to your opponent as you both get into a fighting stance, preparing to spar. Both of you were wearing the standard armor and carrying wooden practice swords, but you could tell simply from the way he held himself that your opponent thought he had already won, simply from looking at you.

Obviously a newbie, then.

Someone to the side of the ring calls out the beginning of the match and the two of you begin circling each other, watching the way the other moves.

Seemingly on a whim, the man lunges forward, striking out with his sword. You step back, dodging the attack and sliding to the side, trying to pull the man off balance. He simply backs up, eyeing you and smirking, like he knows something that you don’t. You doubt it, most men who give you that look simply think that you’re afraid and running. No, you’re only bidding your time, looking for your chance to strike.

You circle the man again, watching for that telltale flinch of muscles before he lunges that you noticed last time. Finally you see it, only a millisecond before the man lunches again, this time attempting to rain down strike after strike. Instead, you block and dodge to barrage of blows, twisting and sliding your blade along his, redirecting him away from you every time. You see the beginnings of anger rising in the man; his face twisting slowly into a snarl, his hands tightening around the wooden hilt of the practice sword, his arms trembling from withheld rage. As his anger wells to a final explosion of aggression, he pulled his sword back, feinting a withdrawal before swinging his sword as hard as he could, aiming for your head.

You see this coming, however, and step to the side calmly, raising your sword with both hands to slash it across the mans side, effectively landing a “killing blow” that has the man grasping his side, dropping his sword in the process. You place your blade against the back of his neck, pulling it across it to simulate effecting a definitely killing blow to ensure your “win” in the fight.

The man growls up at you, moving to stand but you have already stepped away, being swept up by the crowd, who pats you on the back, calling out praise to you.

Another guard approaches, handing you a small letter folded up. You open it, seeing a familiar script dancing across the page with only two words written on it.

Visit later.

You glanced up to look around for the man responsible for your short letter, but he had disappeared.

You smiled and tucked the letter into the chestplate of your armor, beside your heart.

Who were you to say no to his request?

4- Show your Love

When you got off of practice that day, you went down to the market to get a small bouquet of flowers. You got his favorite, pink dahlias, which you thought fit him very well. In your kingdom, dahlia’s represented kindness and grace, something that you felt perfectly encapsulated the prince. He was equal parts of princely charm and empathetic sweetness, caring about all that he comes into contact with.

You take the flowers with you up to his room, sneaking through the corridors of the castle, since climbing the wall would surely crush the sweet petals of the fragrant plant you hold close to your body.

Finally making it to the doorway to his chambers, you look both ways before quickly opening the door and ducking inside. Last thing you needed was some random royal to see you slipping into the prince’s room with a bouquet of flowers and a childish grin on your face. Jinyoung wasn’t ready to go public, so you would keep it quiet for now. As long as you still got to be with him.

As you close the door quietly, you turn to find the prince shirtless, his pants being buttoned up by his chambermaid. You smile at the sudden look of surprise on the woman’s face – Jinyoung hadn’t seen you yet because his back was turned, but the woman could see you clearly.

You lift a finger to your lips, signaling her to keep quiet, and she quickly ducks her head back to securing the princes clothes for the afternoon. As she rises to grab the shirt for Jinyoung, you creep forward, wrapping your arms around his middle as you reach him, twirling him into the air.

He yelps, hands coming down to grab your arms, attempting to twist his body to face you. He knows instantly who it is that’s holding him, due to the flowers, the armor, and your familiar scent that has begun to wrap around him, sending his brain into a frenzy.

You can see he’s blushing, from the way his ears are blazing red under his hair and he’s trying to duck his face away from your gaze.

You drop him back onto the ground, letting your hands graze across his bare skin as you pull away, relishing in the way he shivers at your touch before he’s whipping around to face you.

“You scared the living daylights out of me.” He’s pouting, his eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched up, but you could see the slight twitch in his lips fighting to smile.

“You really should be more on your toes. I could have been anyone coming in here. You should never let your guard down, my prince. It could put you in danger.” You lean in as you talk, ghosting your nose over his, causing him to tilt his head up, searching your lips. You pull back before he can make contact and now he’s pouting for real.

“If you weren’t such a menace, my chambermaid here would have at least given a scream of warning if it were anyone of danger. Unfortunately, she seems to like you a little more than she likes me.” He rolls his eyes, sending a playful wink back at the chambermaid who has her face half hidden behind her hand, holding the shirt in the other.

“Nonsense, no one could ever be immune to your boyish charms.” You press a kiss to the mans temple before holding out the flowers for him to see. “Even my measly pay gets wasted away on flowers for you, who needs for nothing, simply so that I can see that beautiful smile you grant me.” Said smile is already splitting his face into pure joy at seeing the circular globes of pink sprouting from your fist. He bends down to give the flowers a deep scent, pulling back with eyes closed and face softened with joy.

“No one knows exactly what I need quite like you, my dearest protector.” He jokes, turning back to the chambermaid so she can slip his shirt on, hiding his golden skin and gentle curves with a linen top of off-white cloth that looks insanely soft and comfortable.

After she secures the fabric to his body, she bows, grabs his day-clothes that need washing, and scampers from the room. She wasn’t likely to say anything – she’s the only one in the castle who knows about your relationship and has been aware of it for two years now. She had walked in on you two cuddling after you had accidentally fallen asleep one late night; she had been sworn to secrecy and had proven tight-lipped since.

You hand the flowers over to your lover before grabbing his hands, pulling him lightly over towards his bed, curtains pulled back to allow in the failing light of the evening through the windows to shine across the silken sheets you two had spent many nights entangled in together.

“What has gotten into you today, my love?” Jinyoung asks, following along pliantly, always willing to follow your lead and whims. He so rarely was able to let go, trust another, and go with the flow – only when he was with you was he able to let down his guard and truly feel.

“Nothing in particular, my prince, only my love for you.” You settle onto the edge of the bed, pulling him to stand between your legs, wrapping your arms around his waist to hold him close. He drapes his arms over your shoulders, looking down at where you sit before him with a look like sheer reverence across his features.

“I should continue to fan that fire if it leads to moments like this.” He whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. You hold him close, relishing in the feeling of his lips pressed to yours, his tongue flicking against your own, his hands running up and down your shoulders and back, as though he couldn’t get enough of touching you.

“I would not complain.” You whisper back when he finally pulls away, a look of thought and concentration passing behind his eyes. “What is on your mind, my prince? I can see that something is troubling you.”

Jinyoung only shakes his head, smiling down at you with love and care.

“Nothing is troubling me, my love. It is only that, I have recently been thinking about how we keep our love a secret. I know that I have said that I do not wish for them to take you from me, while I still only have the power of a prince. However, the many times in which my mother tries to push me into new courtships is growing, and she has expressed fear that I will not be wed before taking the throne. I know that day is many moons off, but I begin to wonder whether it isn’t time that we finally tell the world about our love.” His face begins to glow with the idea, his voice rising with each word as though breathing life into the idea has sparked a flame that will not flicker, fed a stream that will not stop raging.

You reach a hand up, cradling his cheek as you grin back up at the prince. You had voiced several times your undying love for him, and him back to you, but you had resolved to spend many more days hidden away, sneaking your love, until he was king and no one could stop the two of you.

You had believed that his mother would be understanding – she had tried so many times to find a suitor for her son that you were sure she would be happy with nearly anyone that her son had picked to carry his heart. Jinyoung, on the other hand, was skeptical and afraid, after hearing the many mean things that other royals had said about other royals who had married or paired up “below their rank”.

To finally hear Jinyoung say that he was ready to tell the world, haters be damned, had your heart soaring out of your chest, feeling as though you couldn’t breathe with the happiness coursing through your veins.

You pull Jinyoung down on top of you, peppering his face with kisses, almost definitely crushing the beautiful flowers that you had bought earlier in the day. Nothing else mattered than being close to the prince now, showing him exactly how much his words and feelings meant to you. You knew that some part of him was already aware of your passion for him – you had shared it plenty of times in a number of ways, but you needed to reaffirm it now, in the light of the future of your relationship.

Nothing could stop you two now.

5- Tell the World

Days later, you followed Jinyoung into the throne room where his parents are seated on their respective thrones. You had interacted with both the King and Queen in the past, but not in this capacity and not when you were about to convince them into letting you have their sons hand in marriage.

Jinyoung stops before the dais on which they’re sitting and you stop beside him, kneeling and bowing to them before standing straight. You would show deference, but not weakness.

Jinyoung smiled up at his parents, who both smiled back down at their son. They truly loved him; there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for him. You had no doubt that they would grant his wish, if he truly meant what he said.

He takes a deep breath before reaching his hand out to grasp yours. You freeze, waiting for him to explain to his parents why you were both standing before them today.

“Mom, Dad, I know that you’ve both been working very hard to find me a suitor from one of the four kingdoms who is worthy of my heart. I don’t doubt that you have worked tirelessly and did your best work to find people who are really suitable for me and who would make amazing additions to our kingdom, as they would rule beside me. However, unfortunately, the person who won and deserves my heart was in our kingdom this entire time.” He tilts his head to smile at you, his hand gripping yours tightly as if to say he would never let go. “I know that a prince and a guard sounds impossible, and I know many other Kings and Queens would never let their son marry a guard, who many deem as below us. Unlike those men and women, I know that our kingdom values all life, all people, regardless of status and blood. As long as a person is good and kind, is loving and caring, shows strength and courage, defends what they believe in and does not waver in the face of adversity or temptation, that they are worthy of the best that life has to offer. I have met no other who fits those tenants in the way that (y/n) does. They have proven loyal and kind, shown mercy and strength, done all they can to protect their loved ones while never giving up on their own beliefs. They are the only person fit to rule beside me over this kingdom when I one day ascent the throne.”

Your eyes mist over at the heavy praise you’re receiving from the love of your life. Jinyoung was always ready to share with you how much you meant to him, but you had never heard him share such sentiments to anyone else – it was nice to hear when you were alone, but something else entirely when he was telling his parents and the court guards all about his feelings. You could see his mother dab at her eyes, tearing up just as you expected her to; she truly loved and wanted the best for her son.

The one you couldn’t read was the King. He was sitting, looking over the two of you with a neutral face, as though he hadn’t heard anything that the Prince had just said. He leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows against his knees and entwining his fingers together. He hums softly, a low rumble in the otherwise quiet room, as though he’s thinking or warming up his voice for whatever he’s about to say.

The Queen is looking over at the King now, a smile on her face, as though she knows something you don’t which relaxes your shoulders just the slightest bit. If the Queen wasn’t worried, why should you be?

As though your thought sparked something in the King, he looks over at you, reaching a hand out to gesture in your direction as he finally speaks. “So, what do you have to say to all this, my knight?”

You take a deep breath, glancing over at Jinyoung, who is looking at you with those eyes that you had fallen in love with many moons again, and which always seemed to bring you to your knees before him, time and again.

“I have been raised within the walls of this kingdom, under the rule of you both, and under that philosophy and expectations that comes from this society. I have raised through the ranks to prove my worth as a guard to the royal family, to protecting those values and the people of this kingdom with my life. I have spent countless hours training to be the best person I can be, for myself, for my kingdom, for my King, but most importantly, for my Prince, who I have sworn my life to – both out loud and in my heart a million times over. I cannot swear that I have reached the point to claim those same things about myself that Jinyoung sees within me. However, I continue to try everyday to prove him right and to be worthy of him by my side. I don’t presume to be in a place to tell you how to react to our love for each other. I don’t wish to sway you by telling you lies or pressuring you with threats, or any of the things that would instantly lose me the right to stand here before you asking for Jinyoung’s hand. However, I know that you are a fair king. You look to your people to hear their stories and learn their worries, and you care about what will bring true joy back into the kingdom. I stand here today to tell you that nothing would make us happier than to be together, to have each other truly and completely, in the way that we love each other.”

You bow down after finishing your speech, showing that despite all of the things you said, you would respect whatever he ruled in this matter. It would break you to have to turn away from your Prince, but if the King truly believed it would be in his better interest not to wed you, to keep your love a secret, you would continue to spend your days hiding away, stealing glances and touches whenever the chance arose. You would not, however, let him truly be pulled from your grasp.

As you waited to hear the answer of the king, you could feel your heart beating within your chest, pounding against your rib cage as though it wished to fly back to Jinyoung, its true owner. The blood rushed in your ears and you could feel every fiber of your body thrumming with adrenaline and anticipation, knowing your whole world could crash down around you any moment.

Finally the king cleared his throat and you raised your eyes back to the graying man before you, who has a smile creasing his face which has your knees nearly dropping out from under you.

“If my son truly wishes to wed you and he has brought forth the courage to proclaim it before the courts, I see no reason to deny him the joys of love on the basis of something as trivial as status. You have proven strong in mind and body as a royal guard for many years, and the ways in which my son speaks about you shows that you continue to practice these tenets outside of the guard uniform and has me believing that you may be more worthy of the title of the Princes partner than any of the others we have brought here to woo him. I will give you my permission to court each other. Preparations can begin being made to plan the wedding to bind you two together.”

The Queen squeals with joy, leaping from her throne on the dais to raise down to her son, sweeping him into a hug. She presses kisses against his temple, stroking his hair, almost as though he was still a child that she found adorable, rather than a grown man who had just been sworn to wed. She turns to you next, pulling you into an equally strong hug, patting your back and whispering how truly happy she was and how thankful she was to have someone who could show her son the respect and love she knew he deserved.

Tears were shedding down her face, and matching ones traced down the Prince’s as he looked at you over his mother’s shoulder. He mouthed three words to you which had your throat closing up as well, your hands fisting into the queen’s dress as you try to hold back your own emotions.

You had finally won over the Prince, convinced the King and Queen to let you two be together, as you were meant to be. You had been so sure that fate would play out this way, two soulmates finding each other amongst perceived turmoil, but you still couldn’t believe that life had gone so well. You were in love with Prince Jinyoung and you swore to yourself that everyday from this day forward you would do anything to be the guard who deserved to marry the Prince.

And you never broke an oath.

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look, ducks! (pjy)

pjy x female reader word count: 1.3k genre: fluff, slice of life, first snow. warnings: idk if jinyoung likes to play in the snow, but i think it fits him, so you can take this as a warning. mature content: no. a/n: first of all; happy holidays !! i hope you have been having a delightful time, if it isn't your case i do really am sorry and hope that you can have a better time next year, sending hugs for everyone who needs and wants one !! i also wish you a happy new year 2024, it's just around the corner and it feels so bittersweet and yet is another year full of opportunities !! my best wishes go to you all !!

MASTERPOST.

summary: it's your first time spending christmas with your boyfriend, and with help of the first snow, he finds a way to make this time memorable.

Even though it was the weekend, Jinyoung had some shootings to do before finishing the last project of the year. On a regular day, you usually weren’t able to join him while he was working, but today as it was the last day scheduled before they could have a deserved Christmas break, so here you were, on set, with a huge jacket while he was reading his lines before he was called to shoot his final scenes of the day.

You have always loved the way he was so passionate about acting, reading the script as many times as he could until he could decipher the real purpose of the character he was portraying, which he often succeeded doing, leading to an amazing performance. Not only that, but the way he also was dedicated to music and how he could portray such feelings with metaphors and symbols. Jinyoung’s passions and dedication were something you have always admired him for.

The set was nice, they were recording inside a coffee shop as they needed a bit more angles here before they could call the day off. It was a nice coffee shop, very warm and pleasant to sight, the owners had to close for the day as only staff was allowed, trying to keep the most secrecy of the project before it was aired.

A couple hours later you were finally dismissed, Jinyoung going to change his character’s clothes for his own. You waited for him outside, noticing how even if there was still some sunlight, the temperature started dropping and you wished to have waited inside. Looking around to see if Jinyong was near you felt something fall in your nose; a snowflake, and that's when you notice the snow falling on the streets. You have heard of a white Christmas, but you have never actually seen—let alone live one.

“It is beautiful,” you said to yourself.

“I know, right?” Jinyoung’s voice made you jump by the sudden way he had approached you without you noticing him, he was looking at you though. He took your hand in his, “you’re freezing, why didn’t you tell me?” you shrugged, you had been in such a focused state watching the small snowflakes falling that you hadn’t even noticed how cold you actually were.

Your boyfriend, as the charming man he usually is, took both your hands in his and brought them to his mouth, blowing on them to try and make them warm. You took that as an opportunity to look at him, it had been so long since you both had time for each other—your schedules often crashing—that you wanted to try and remember as much of him as you could. His nose and cheeks were pink from the cold weather, his hair—now being covered by snow—was down, barely covering his forehead and brushing his eyes. His eyes were focused on your hands, eyelashes long and full. His soft lips were a little chapped as he had forgotten to put some chapstick before coming to the location. You were sure you were irreparably in-love with this man, not that you were complaining.

You tugged your hands to pull him closer to you and kissed him. Usually both of you were careful of the public displays of affection as the public and the media always had some comment about any celebrity’s personal life. He let you kiss him, smiling in the middle of it and never letting your hands go.

Pulling away you smiled, “let’s go, I’m freezing here.”

The snow had already painted the sidewalks and streets white, but there was still enough time for you to get home. Jinyoung let you go inside the company’s car first, and brought you closer to him, causing his manager to roll his eyes. Jinyoung’s manager was one of the first ones to know that you were seriously dating a few months ago, and he didn’t really complain about it but he always enjoyed messing up with Jinyoung.

Once at the company, you both went to Jinyoung’s car after saying goodbye and wishing happy holidays to the staff. The sun had set a few minutes ago and now you were engulfed by the night, you were glad that you were close to home as the snowy weather made driving a little more difficult.

After a few minutes you arrived at your destination, happy to spend more time with the person you loved the most. As soon as you walked through the doors, you felt Jinyoung relax, his schedules had been so hectic these last weeks that you had seen him only once when he was deeply asleep after two full days of shooting. You took off both your jackets and hanged them by the door.

“You fancy some hot chocolate?” you hugged him, and he sighed in content.

A moment later both of you were tucked in bed holding each a hot chocolate, and after you finished your drink you fell asleep.

Opening your eyes, you knew Jinyoung wasn’t in bed. He had always told you how much he loves snow, and you were sure he was getting dressed to go and play with it. You, on the other hand, on days where it was very cold like this, wanted to stay at home and eat as much warm food— like soups and broths—as you could. However, if Jinyoung wanted to go and play with snow, you didn’t see any harm in doing that.

Getting up from bed, you started looking for your boyfriend, only to find him already outside making a small snowman. You put on warmer clothes and went out to him, noticing how it wasn’t a snowman he was building. Walking closer to him, you also noticed a beautifully fresh made heart on the snow to which your man was taking a picture.

“I was wondering,” now it was your turn to surprise him, he looked back at you and smiled, “where could Jinyoung be this early, he doesn’t have any schedule I’m aware of. I even thought of sending a text to your manager to know if it was a last minute shooting,” you dramatized at the same time Jinyoung fixed your scarf.

“I’m sorry, it’s just—look, ducks!” he moved aside, letting you see the snow ducks he had made. Jinyoung had bought a snow-duck-maker or however that is called, considering you had never seen one before. “You told me that you had never seen snow before, so I thought of surprising you with this.”

Your mouth opened in surprise, it was so beautiful. There were two ducks together and then some more behind them. You wondered how long Jinyoung had been outside doing snow ducks, smiling at the thought. Taking your phone out and taking a mitten off, you decided to take some candid pictures of Jinyoung doing snow ducks. You loved the way his eyes lit up when he showed you his creation. Photos meant a lot for both of you, and you knew the moment he noticed you taking him some, he would take you some as well.

Deciding that it was enough, you put your mitten back on and kept your phone on the front bag of your jacket before starting to make a snowball. It was odd, feeling how the snow started melting through the knitted mittens. Then, you threw that snowball at your boyfriend, caughting him off guard.

Jinyoung fell on his ass, “hey!” you stuck your tongue at him and then proceeded to throw him another snowball. “Alright, it’s on!” he replied laughing while making a bigger snowball.

[florriebell]

The Romeo of the 21st century

Jinyoung X Leitora

Gênero: Fluff/ Romance

Avisos: Nenhum

Contagem de palavras: 711

Em homenagem ao meu homem que acabou de sair do exército resolvi escrever essa fic, inclusive a primeira que posto aqui (não sei se está boa). Espero que gostem 💚🥺

“Minha generosidade é tão ilimitada quanto o mar, meu amor é tão profundo; quanto mais te dou, mais tenho, pois ambos são infinitos.” - Shakespeare

Você o olha com devoção enquanto Jinyoung está com uma carranca preocupado com você. Você se encontra no apartamento dele, sentada na cadeira da cozinha, com o joelho ferido o observando preparar uma gaze com soro para estancar o ferimento. Parecia mais que você tivesse sido baleada. Porque a forma que Jinyoung se sentia culpado e a maneira que estava agindo sobre a situação toda, não passava de um grande exagero.

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Ele tinha acabado de ser despensado do exército, fazia muito tempo que vocês não se viam pessoalmente. Você estava fazendo um projeto no exterior e por mais que às vezes ele fosse liberado em algum dia do mês, era difícil se encontrarem. Desde o momento que se ele se alistou, você não veria a hora que tudo aquilo acabasse e felizmente acabou. Contactando Bambam e Yugyeom vocês combinaram de fazer uma surpresa para ele assim que fosse liberado. A realidade é que você se atrasou e os meninos o encontram primeiro. No momento que você chegou no local, você o viu se socializando e conversando animadamente com os amigos enquanto se despia de outros, assim que você olhou pra ele, ele te olhou de volta. Alegre por ter visto a sua figura, ele abriu aquele sorriso doce que só ele tinha.

Você estava tão eufórica por o vê, que saiu correndo em sua direção e no meio do caminho se estabanou no chão. Você pode vê em slow motion o sorriso de Jinyoung se transformar em um O com a boca. O buquê de tulípas azuis que você tinha preparado teve o mesmo destino que você. No momento você quis chorar de vergonha, ainda mais sabendo que Bambam e Yugyeom nunca deixaria você esquecer daquilo, o grupo todo futuramente saberia.

Mas isso nada importava, o seu homem veio correndo te socorrer, perguntando mil vezes se você estava bem com o semblante chocado pela situação. Você não se importou com o ocorrido, nem mesmo notou a dor, você só queria felicita-ló e abraço-ló e assim o fez, mesmo no chão. Você entregou as flores amassadas e Jinyoung te beijou amorosamente e emocionado, enquanto Yugyeom e Bambam tirava foto de vocês ao mesmo tempo que riam e celebravam escandalosamente. Era um dia feliz.

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Ele se ajoelha na altura do seu joelho, passando soro para limpar o ferimento.

— Dói? - ele diz.

Você dramatiza, soltando um gemido exagerado mas era puro fingimento. Na realidade, estava sentindo só um pequeno ador, mas não admitiria pois queria a atenção do seu amado.

— Dói. Muito.

Ele começa a soprar vagarosamente.

E você começa a duvidar de si mesma e se perguntar se na verdade não é uma masoquista maluca, porque a forma que aquele homem te olhava, assoprando ar quente no local machucado enquanto segurava firme a sua coxa, estava te trazendo sensações utópicas.

— Droga, amor. Por que você teve que correr?

Você sentia falta dele, do seu tom de voz, do seu toque, do seu sorriso. Tudo, todo ele.

— Não pude me conter, quando te vi com aquele uniforme só me veio em mente pular em você.

Ele rir e você sabe que não era pelo comentário, mas sim porque ele se lembrou do ocorrido mais cedo. Você levanta as sobrancelhas e o encara, ele não se segura e solta um riso tão contagiante que é capaz de afastar todas as suas dores.

— O que? Ter uma namorada estabanada é tão engraçado assim?

— Desculpa, você é tão fofa, porém eu me sinto mal, se eu pudesse transferia toda a sua dor pra mim.

Você sorri, ele faria se fosse possível.

— Sim, eu sinto muita dor.

Ele termina com o curativo e se levanta dando um beijo singelo em sua testa.

— Bom é isso. Eu tinha outros planos pra gente hoje a noite. Pelo visto terão que ser adiados...

Você arregala os olhos. Você não ansiou por meses o toque do seu namorado pra deixar que um arranhão estragasse tudo.

— Não é pra tanto, Jinyoung! Você se lembra quando te contei como adquiri a cicatriz enorme na minha coxa? E...

Ele te olhava atentamente, sorrindo e prestando atenção em toda sua explicação mal fajuta. Ele sentia saudades disso, saudades de você, saudades de casa.

[tangylemonade]

Butterflies

𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

⚠���︎: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 (𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, & 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐 (𝙸'𝚖 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢).

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 4𝚔

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 & 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜. ♥

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 & 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

“Oh my god! Jinyoung!? Don’t scare me like that!”

His hands still rested on your chair that he pulled whilst your back was turned, his new favorite way to greet you when he visited your studio.

You took your headphones off and put your hand over your beating heart to steady it while Jinyoung laughed at your expression. You swiveled your chair, rolling away from him and back to your computer but he stopped you mid motion and turned you back to him. You folded your arms and looked away.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry.”

“You said you were sorry last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the…”

“Okay I get it.” He said now kneeling in front of you while he rubbed his hands together in a dramatic begging motion. The teasing smile that still played on his lips was enough to warrant a pulling of his ear.

“Ow ow, I said I was sorry.” He said removing your hand from his ear and holding it.

“Whatever.”

You said shaking away his hand and the sudden butterflies that started waking up in your stomach.

‘There will be none of that!’ you scold yourself internally.

This has been happening more and more recently. Jinyoung was coming over to your studio to check on a song you’d been making or just to hang out. You were used to him being around so you couldn’t understand why suddenly small things like him holding your hand made your heart do liittle flips.

He placed one of those healthy energy drinks that he already opened for you on your desk before sitting down on the couch and opening his own drink.

“Geez, do I look that tired?” You joked before taking a swig.

When he didn’t respond you turned and looked at him only to catch his eyes just before he looked away.

Was he staring? Nah.

You turned back to your screen with a pink flush now blossoming in your cheeks, again, and clearing your throat.

“So last night I was tweaking the song we were working on last week but I don’t know I feel like it’s missing something.” You said before playing the song you’d been working on like a maniac all night.

You watched him intently while he listened, biting the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

When the song finished Jinyoung got up without saying anything and walked over to your setup. He leaned over you, arm brushing against you as he grabbed the mouse. He was so close now you could smell the cologne you bought him for his birthday.

He told you that he always wore it so he would be needing a new one soon.

Your heart betrayed you once again, speeding up in your chest. Your eyes couldn’t help taking in his perfect features before settling on his plump lips. You swallowed.

Jinyoung looked down at you with his brows furrowed.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.”

Before you could respond he had put his hand against your forehead before putting the other against his own.

“You definitely feel a little warm.” He said looking back at you.

You moved his hand away and stood up.

“I feel fine, it’s just a little warm in here.” You said slightly backing away from him.

He raised his eyebrow as his eyes flickered to the sweater you were bundled up in and the blanket that had fallen from your lap when you had suddenly gotten up.

It was far from warm in here.

“Anyway, what were you doing?” You said changing the topic not so smoothly.

“Oh right! So I was just mapping out some parts where I felt like it could use softer vocals mixed throughout. I think that would really pull the whole sound together.”

“I see… okay head into the studio and we can try it out.” You liked the idea for multiple reasons. One being that he might actually be right and the other being your need for him to no longer be so close to you.

“Wait. I was thinking you could do it.”

“What!? Me? But I don’t sing.” You said looking at him confused.

“But your voice is really pretty and I think this would really suit you.” He said matter of factly.

And que the blush.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Trust me. Your voice is exactly what this song's melody is missing.”

The next thing you knew you were the one in the studio and he was sitting in your chair. At first you were nervous and your voice was shaky but as he talked to you and coached you along you warmed up.

“Okay, come out and listen!” Jinyoung said excitedly.

You hurried out and he replayed the song for you. This time instead of just his honey voice filling the room you also heard yours mixed in there too. He smiled at you when it was done.

“See? It’s perfect like this!” He said, smiling up at you.

“But I hate the sound of my voice. And besides, it’s still missing something.” you said, shaking your head. Even though it did sonically sound much better you couldn’t help but cringe at the sound of your voice.

“I love the way your voice sounds.” He replied, playing the song again with a smile on his face.

“Okay.” You said as you tried to fight the hundredth heart flip today. “Now get out of my chair.”

Instead of moving he just patted his lap with a trouble making smile. You froze, simply staring at him.

“Sorry.” He said with an awkward chuckle. “Stupid joke.” You could swear he looked a little flustered but you couldn’t tell. Without another thought and probably moving quicker than natural you found yourself accepting his invitation. You sat down exactly we’re he patted and instantly got back to work.

Jinyoung's hands sort of just hovered while he tried to process the moment. He didn’t expect you to actually sit but now that he felt the warmth of your body against his he knew that if anyone moved it would be game over. Without even breathing he rested his arms on the arm rest. He wasn’t gonna be the one to forfeit this silly little game you two were playing, and had been playing for a while now.

On second thought maybe only he knew about it because you didn’t seem phased at all. He attempted to take a breath but instantly regretted it when your scent filled his nose. You smelled just as sweet as you always did but right now he wished you didn’t.

Have you always been this gorgeous? He asked himself one day while he was sitting in your studio. He was simply watching you work as he always did when suddenly he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering. Your soft hair you had pulled away from your beautiful face. Your pretty lips that you chewed on as you thought. The curve of your body. Stop! Don’t be a freaking creep. He wanted to keep exploring but he forced himself to look away.

And now that he was sitting here with your perfect ass pressed against him he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He swallowed and you shifted as you turned to face him. Shit!

“What? Am I heavy?” You asked with a tilt of your pretty little head while a smile tugged at the corner of your soft lips.

Jinyoung licked his lips nervously as your movement made you now pressed dangerously close to him.

You started to move again and he quickly put his hands on your waist, stopping your movement.

Your eyes looked at his moistened lips as you nervously swallowed. Jinyoung's hands felt warm against your body and now your stomach and heart were in a boxing match for the thousandth time today. You repositioned yourself so you could face him better, curious to know his next move.

His grip on your waist tightened.

“What’s our relationship these days?” You whispered.

Jinyoung's eyelids fluttered in shock.

“What do you mean?” Jinyoung whispered back.

“I can’t stop thinking about you… in a way a friend wouldn’t think about another friend.”

Jinyoung was silent. Your brain was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Your heart was pounding so loud you swore he could hear it.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” You said quickly and panic set in.

“Y/N…”

“Danm it, I’m such a fucking idiot!” You said exasperatingly. You moved to get up but you felt Jinyoung’s strong hand holding you in place.

“I’ve been thinking about you in a way a friend wouldn’t think about another friend as well.” Jinyoung said.

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

“Things like how your body would feel in my hands.” He continued. “Like how your lips would taste. Honestly I think that I think about kissing you a lot more than I should.”

His hand softly held your chin while his eyes traced your lips.

“…Do it then.” You said with a little frown on your face.

You were being driven crazy by the fact that you hadn’t been the only one who wanted to make out but somehow for months now you’d simply been wasting time.

He laughed at you but ultimately he felt the same.

His lips were as soft as they looked. And now they were hot against you and what’s more he tasted absolutely heavenly. His hands now rested on your neck, his thumb caressing your jaw as he deepened the kiss. Your chest pressed against his and you felt the pounding of his heart. Or was that your heart?

Jinyoung had to force himself to take a moment to breathe. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Was it possible that he was actually kissing you? He secretly pinched himself to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

“Owe!” You said suddenly.

You pulled back and looked at him with a frown.You looked absolutely delicious with your kissed pink lips and your flushed cheeks.

He couldn’t help but laugh. You hit him in the chest before rubbing the spot on your thigh that he pinched.

“I wanted to check if this was real or not.” Jinyoung finally said now that he was done laughing at your cuteness.

“Then pinch yourself doofus.” You said playfully, swatting at him.

He caught your hands.

“We’re so close right now I couldn’t tell.”

With those words Jinyoung was reminded of just how close you two were. Your hand rested on his thigh dangerously close to his crotch. Your heaved chest with every breath drawing his attention to your now unzipped sweater and your sweat glistened chest. He could tell you caught him staring but this time he didn’t look away.

Jinyoung watched you as you finished unzipping your sweater and revealing all that was underneath. You were absolutely mesmerizing. You let your sweater fall from your shoulders.

Kisses. You felt his breath all over your body along with his strong hands squeezing you as if it were life and death. His lips were all over yours and then your neck and then your nipples and then your shoulders and back to your lips. He was starved

You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered breathlessly in his ear. “Let’s go to the couch”

Jinyoung instantly complied, standing up with you before walking over to your couch and gently laying you down.

Hovering above you, Jinyoung took in the sight before him. “How could you possibly be real?” He thought out loud only realizing the mistake when your face burned crimson.

He leaned in and softly kissed you again.

You felt his hardness pressed against your thigh as he leaned. It didn’t matter if this was a good idea or not because it was happening and you sure as hell weren’t gonna stop it.

The more you kissed pressed against each other in varying positions the harder it became to keep your underwear on. Giving up entirely you finished stripping. Oddly there was no discomfort in the moment. You thought that after all this time of minimum interaction laying beneath a man completely naked would make you feel beyond uncomfortable but you didn’t. His eyes flickered across every inch of you, taking you in like you were the most beautiful person in the world.

“Your turn.” You said breaking the silence.

Without a word Jinyoung followed suit.

The eye contact was intense’ neither of you having any desire to look away. The atmosphere felt deliciously tense so obviously the clown in you instantly resorted to making a joke.

“I did not see today going this way.” You joked. “I would’ve worn my sexy underwear.”

“You’re not wearing anything now so it doesn’t really matter.” He said before using the silence as a chance to gaze at your body again.

“Good point. So… we fucken or what? I’m getting cold.”

Once again Jinyoung’s beautiful laugh filled the room and vibrated against your body.

“No one can ever say you’re not a romantic. Geez we’re having a moment.”

“Sorry. I think I’m just stupid horny right now.”

“Well, can’t say I didn’t try.” He said before sitting up on the couch, pulling you on top of him.

You naturally straddled his lap, kisses peppering your skin the moment you were seated.

“Condom.” He mumbled in between kisses.

With a groan you pulled, breaking the bliss and got up to grab the box you always kept at your studio. You know what they say, better safe than unquenchably horny.

Jinyoung's eyes tracked you the whole way through with an odd expression that only relaxed when he noticed the box was still sealed.

If he was being honest then he would’ve just said that the thought of another man being with you drove him insane. But instead of sounding like a psychopath by saying that he just laughed and said “Good thing you’re always prepared.

“Would you believe me if I told you I bought these for you.”

His laugh was replaced with rapid blinking as he stared at you in slightly confused shock. If what he thought you were saying was what you were saying he wouldn’t be able to contain himself.

“Don’t get too excited.” You said when you finally made your way back over to him. “You’re just the only person I thought I would have sex with in my studio.

He took the box from you and looked at it.

“Should a be concerned that you know my size?” He said with an eyebrow raise.

You put your hand up in defense.”I swear it was just a guess. Wait…that’s not really helping my case.”

“Soooo, what you’re saying is not only did you spend time thinking about what size my dick is, you also went out and bought a pack of condoms for the purpose of having sex with me even though our relationship was platonic.” He said, shaking his head in false disapproval.

He couldn’t help teasing you as he took a condom out of the box.

You smiled, completely unfazed by his words, as you playfully snatched the condom from him and tossed the box to the side.

“How much of a pervert am I if I say I also fantasized about doing this?” You questioned as you slowly brought the wrapper to your lips before using your teeth to open it.

Jinyoung watched you almost in a daze as you discarded the wrapper on the floor, the condom resting between your lips. With your free hand you reached over and began to stroke him.

A groan slipped from his lips. The feeling of your soft hands around him was overwhelming. A pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip and you bent over and seductively licked it off. This time he couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out.

You were starting to get impatient as your desire for him ticked higher. You sat back up and rolled the condom down his shaft before shifting onto his lap.

Jinyoungs kisses were instinctive, the moment your lips were near his were against them. His hands feverishly touched you everywhere they could reach.

“I need you inside of me now.” You moaned in between kisses. You were never good about waiting so you honestly couldn’t believe that you’ve made it this long without him inside of you.

You propped yourself on your knees, making sure you were holding eye contact while you wrapped your hand around him and guided him to your entrance. You took your time as he stretched you, the pain mixing into pleasure.

Jinyoung's breath quickened the moment he saw himself bottomed out inside of you. Afraid to hurt you he fought himself to stay still, letting you take the lead.

When you were ready you nodded to let him know he could move. He pushed against your insides deliciously and the noises that spilled from you were uncontrollable. You used his shoulders to steady yourself, your mind slipping from the pleasure.

The sounds of your breathy moans filled the room making Jinyoung’s head spin in delight. He was sensitive to your every movement . The way you fluttered around him. The way your hands wrapped increasingly tighter onto his neck and shoulders with every pulse that went through your body. The way you whispered his name mixed in with a mumble of curses that he was pretty sure you just made up. The way the sweat that glistens on your body under the purple computer light made you look absolutely otherworldly. He didn’t know how much more he could take so when you said you were getting close he could finally exhale. Mesmerized, he watched your face as your orgasm crashed through you. Beautiful couldn’t justifyingly describe you.

The feeling that boomed through your body was heavenly. Jinyoung followed soon after, his movement steadying as the aftershocks dwindled.

His strong arms held you close as if letting you go wasn’t even an option.

At some point you felt as if you were drifting to sleep so you shook the drowsiness away and forced yourself to get up. Jinyoung protested a little but he knew that you both had work to do.

You two cleaned up and put back on your clothes.

There was silence in the room that was only slightly awkward now that everything was set and done.

“Do you wanna finish the song?” You asked heading to sit in your chair.

“Yeah. What should I order for dinner?” He said picking up his phone and going to the delivery app.

“You pick. I don’t really- *gasp*.”

“What?” Jinyoung rushed towards you.”

“The mic in here was recording.”

You two looked at the sound waves of the recording that stretched across the monitor.

Clicking on the highest waves you hit play as curiosity got the best of you. Instant embarrassment washed over you as you listened to the sounds of your moans over the speakers.

“That’s so embarrassing.” You groaned and moved to delete the audio when Jinyoung stopped you.

“Wait. Don’t. I think we should use this.”

“Use it?” You said, raising your eyebrow.

“In the song.”

You still looked at you quizzically so he took your mouse and started working himself.

When he was done with layering the sounds on a small piece he hit play.

The song filled the studio and you winced in anticipation. Wait a minute you, that actually sounds really freaking good. The layering of your voices paired really well and the slightly altered moans in the backing really added more depth to the previous empty feeling beat.

“Shit. I like it.” You said, smiling up at him.

Jinyoung smiled back down at you, his dimples looking absolutely adorable as he did. Seeing his chance while your face was lifted towards him he quickly stole a kiss.

“We make a good team huh?” He said after, his face still tantalizingly close to yours sending butterflies back into your stomach.

“I guess we do.”

You stayed like that for a moment before a notification on his phone pulled you out of it.

“The food is here. I’ll go get it, be right back.

“Perfect, I’m starving.”

He lingered for one moment longer before leaving to grab the food.

You let out a breath you just realized you were holding and went back to finishing the song, a big happy grin covering your face.

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[sweetestofchaos]

Prince Peach

Summary: Jinyoung was just trying to make himself something to eat and here you come with your bullshit.

Rating: PG16

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Paring: Husband!Jinyoung x GN Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Light Hearted Threats (who doesn't love those), Domestic!Jinyoung

Word Count: 259

Jinyoung stood at the counter, a knife in one hand while the other held a leaf of lettuce, frozen in place. His mind was racing, as your words echoed loudly in his head.

"W-What did you just say to me?"

From your seat at the kitchen table you laughed seeing that your statement had some kind of effect on your loving boyfriend who had been teasing you just moments ago. He was in the middle of making himself a sandwich and you asked him to make you one as well. Plus he looked really good in his light wash jeans, you couldn't help yourself when he told no teasingly.

"You heard me. I'll squeeze your ass so hard that you'll feel it in your balls."

Jinyoung set the knife in his hand down on the counter along with the lettuce leaf before he slowly turned around to face you. You smirked at him and made a grabby motion with your hands making Jinyoung frown.

"If you touch me like that, babe-" Jinyoung crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes as he flexed his muscles, "- I can promise you won't like the repercussions."

You raised an eyebrow and licked your lips before you folded your fingers together and rested your chin on top. "Sounds like a good time to me, Prince Peach."

Jinyoung scarfed at the nickname and gave you the middle finger before he turned back around. You laughed loudly, knowing that you had won this round and Jinyoung sighed. This is who he married, huh?

[prettywordsyouleft]

Every Damn Time

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: emotional angst-fluff

Tropes: established relationship

Warnings: mentioning of declining health of side character, main protagonist is expressing their fears over it.

Word count: 659

Author’s Note: I wrote this back in January, when this situation happened to calm myself down from the fright of it all. Naturally, this piece is a little personal.

Jinyoung barely had a moment to react, and yet he did so instinctively. Catching you before you knocked both of you to the ground, he went to laugh and asked why you were so greedy for his embrace, only to stop himself when he felt your body shudder.

Instantly, he was on red alert. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Need you,” came out with a choked sob, and Jinyoung rearranged his hold on you.

He pulled you firmly against him, caging your shaking body so you felt protected and safe. And that was enough to unleash your emotions. It killed him to have no clue why you had entered his home and ran to him like this. He wanted to rage in your honour, ask who did this to you, uncover every little detail so he could put together a plan. So he could be the one to solve this and never let it make you break like this again.

But as he continued to hold you, rocking your body and letting out soothing noises, his mind came down from the height it had gone to.

Jinyoung had been working late yesterday and into the early hours of today, which wasn’t unusual for him, and he had almost sent you a message out of habit but realised the time was late. He remembered frowning when he had seen your last active time stamp to be after one am, yet he considered you probably had struggled to sleep and then fallen into slumber eventually.

But now he wasn’t so sure. What had kept you up so late into the night? He had his suspicions, and you finally confirmed them a moment later. “She fell.”

“How?”

“I’m not sure. I was in bed and woke to a loud bang. I thought it was one of the cats and went to check, but the TV had crashed into the wall and she was completely dazed,” you said quietly, not objecting when Jinyoung gently led you to the couch and pressed you down until you sat before he crouched down in front of you.

“She’s completely fine, well, a few bruises are going to come up, but I was just so scared. I keep having these moments where I get complacent with Mum’s illness and then she declines and something like this happens and I just—” Tears welled in your eyes and he reached forward to brush them aside, your watery gaze connecting with his. “It’s only going to get worse.”

“With time. Your mother has plenty of time still.”

“I feel like I’m going out of my mind. I could barely sleep worrying something would happen as she rested. I’ve made plans to move my things out to the study nook so I can be right there if she needs me. I’m going to have to monitor her closely. It all feels so overwhelming.”

“You should have rung me. I would have come over immediately. “

You sighed, nodding softly. “I wanted you there.”

“You needed me,” he corrected, and you nodded a second time.

“I always need you. I worry the strain I’m holding will end up breaking you when I lean on you.”

Slapping a shoulder, Jinyoung cracked a grin. “Why do you think I built these up?”

It delighted him when a small, exasperated smile curled up your lips. “You fool.”

“You need me at any time of the day or night, and you know I’ll be there.”

“Really?”

“What are boyfriends for if they can’t promise that?”

“To look pretty and carry heavy things?” You pretended to ponder, and Jinyoung tsked loudly before reaching for your hands, rubbing the coolness out of them.

“I don’t ever want to let you stress to the point of crashing into me like that again. But if it does happen, I’ll catch you, okay?”

“You’ll catch me?” you repeated, eyes wide with emotion.

His throat felt tight as he nodded. “Every damn time.”

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[yunhohours]

if you’re still taking requests can u do a fluffy bae jinyoung bestfriends to lovers with prompts 4, 42, and 159? <3

4. “You’re so needy.” 42. “Have you kissed anyone before?” 159. “It’s not funny!”

This day sucks. You’re in such a crabby mood and the only thing you want is for your best friend to come over and make you feel better. Luckily, you have the best best friend in the world and he’s already on his way. You close his messages and lock your phone, receding into the blanket cocoon you made yourself on your couch. Until he gets here, you have no intention of participating in Life.

It doesn’t take him long to arrive, disrupting your silent stewing with a playful call of your name as he walks through your door. You only grunt in response, eliciting a full-bodied laugh from Jinyoung that you weren’t expecting. You almost smile.

Jinyoung comes slinking into your living room and spots you right away. He walks to the end of the couch that holds your head on a stack of pillows and plops down on the floor next to it. “Here you go, cranky,” he mumbles, intentionally keeping his voice soft to be gentle with you. His hand holds up bottled iced coffee for you as his back rests against the frame of the couch. 

You quickly take the bottle from him with excitement you didn’t think you could muster today. He knows you so well. Iced coffee is your favorite. You prefer the stuff from the local coffee shops, but a bottled one that’s easy for Jinyoung to pick up on his way does the trick. Then, you pout.

Jinyoung’s brows lift in confusion. He knows you like iced coffee. He knows you like this brand, this flavor. What’s up?

“Can you go get one of my glass straws from the kitchen? I like to drink it with a straw,” you plead, refusing to move from your plush cave. The whine in your voice and the desperate look on your face is too much, you can tell. But you can’t be bothered to care.

Jinyoung’s mouth drops as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “You’re so needy. My gift isn’t enough on its own?” He tsks but the smirk on his face and his playful tone are a dead giveaway that he’s just giving you a hard time. “Be right back.”

When he comes back with the newly-strawed bottle, you’re ready to rant. You take the bottle from him and slurp down a good quarter of it while he sits back down in the same place. You reach your arm out as far as you can and it’s just long enough to put the bottle down on your coffee table. You sink back into your blankets, pulling them up tight so only your head protrudes. Your arm snakes out to grab Jinyoung’s hand and place it on your head.

He knows the drill, fingers slowly and skillfully playing with your hair. He has to turn to the side a bit to do it properly so his eyes are right on your face and that makes your cheeks heat up a bit. You’re ready to bare your–frankly, rather dramatic–soul to him and he’s looking at you so closely. You feel vulnerable.

But with Jinyoung, you know you’re safe.

“So, are you going to tell me why you’re acting like the most horrendous of wrongs was committed against you?” Always so snarky. If he didn’t sound so genuinely concerned and if his hand in your hair didn’t feel so nice, you’d probably gripe at him.

“Well. It’s just…” You try to gather all of the important points you want to make before you start talking so you can just blurt them all out at once. You’re afraid you may not have the guts to say everything otherwise. “It’s just that one of my friends asked me to go on a blind date with this guy from her class because she thought we would be really cute together. And I didn’t really want to go because from what she says it doesn’t sound like he’s really my type but I was going to go anyway. And she set it up for us to have dinner tonight and even though I wasn’t really excited, when he texted and said he couldn’t make it tonight, I was so mad! Like I know I didn’t really care about him specifically but I just wanted to be on a date with a guy and flirt and have a nice time and finally kiss someone oh my god.”

You take a deep breath after word vomiting at him, only to pout when you hear him laughing. “What is so funny?”

Your question only makes him laugh more, but he quickly composes himself before he actually upsets you.  “Well, I have a lot of questions, really, like since when did you want to go on dates so badly? And how do you know he’s not your type if you haven’t met him yet? And since when can you even flir– you know what, nevermind all that. The biggest question I have is about the last thing you said. Have you kissed anyone before?”

Your face feels like it’s on fire. You were fully planning on letting him have it for laughing at you but he had to ask you about that of all things. You’re not really that surprised if you’re honest with yourself. That was the one thing you didn’t really want to say because you know it’s surprising for people to hear. It’s surprising for you and it’s been a fact of life for you for your entire life. You consider lying but you think better of it. He wouldn’t believe you anyway. He knows you too well, remember.

“Well… no. But that’s not the point.”

He’s laughing again. “Isn’t it, though? It kinda seemed like that was the part you were most upset about.”

You shrug your head away from his hand and swat it away, nose scrunched. “It’s not funny!” Embarrassed, you tuck your face away into your blankets with the rest of you. He can talk to your scalp if he wants to keep playing.

It doesn’t take him long to soften. His hand finds its way back to your hair, carefully stroking the parts he can reach. “Hey…” His voice is barely above a whisper. When you don’t come out of hiding, he sneaks his hand into the blanket, grazing the side of your face as he does so. You ignore the goosebumps that arise to stand your ground.

It doesn’t work for long, though. Jinyoung’s fingers hook under your chin and push up, forcing your face out of hiding and into his direct line of sight. He is so much closer to you than he was before, you could swear it. You gulp silently and try like hell not to look away. You don’t want to be as embarrassed as you are. You’re not sure what to say but the silence is smothering you.

“You’ve never kissed anyone before.” It’s not a question this time. If you could crawl out of your skin, you would. The closest thing is hiding away again, but the second your head tries to lower itself again, Jinyoung stops it. He slides his hand up the side of your jaw and grips it, holding it in place without being harsh. It feels warm. Like he is giving you security, not controlling you. 

“Jinyoung…” You’re whining again. But this time it’s because you feel so shy and the way he’s holding your face feels too intimate for someone that’s just supposed to be your friend and the warmth coursing through your body also feels like something that shouldn’t be found in the body of someone spending time with their best guy friend.

“Y/n.” He says your name so simply. He doesn’t plan to say anything else. He’s just grounding you in the moment with him. Making sure you know that he knows very well who he is with right now. Who has his full attention. His eyes are soft but they’re sparkling. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him look so serious about something. So, when he speaks again, you’re shocked by what he says.

 “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

His thumb strokes your cheek in slow back and forth motions. More grounding. You don’t know what to say. You’ve never thought about kissing him before. You’ve never thought about doing anything with Jinyoung that wasn’t typical of a pair of best friends. And yet…

It seems like right now the only thing you want in the world is to kiss him. Your eyes can’t take themselves off of his lips, so pink and pillowy and way too close for your sanity. You’re still trying to figure out how to explain all of that to him, mind whirring in thought, but your head is already nodding, unbeknownst to you.

And so it happens. Jinyoung closes the small gap between the two of you and lets his lips press against yours in the lightest, sweetest kiss. It’s just barely a kiss, but you’re already sure it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

His lips linger, ghosting on yours as both of you open your eyes again, seeing each other in a brand new light all of a sudden. He smiles at you and you smile back. You don’t feel so shy anymore. You feel… love.

[seokmattchuus]

CIX Reaction to meeting their baby for the first time

A/n: Full request was "Can i request a CIX reaction where older S/O is pregnant after a one night stand, and later they meet the baby after its born?"

- Requested -

Byounggon: *Can't help but stare in shock, unable to find the words to say for such a moment.*

"I still can't believe it." He trailed off as he watched you rock him. "He's just so...small."

Seunghun: *Smiles fondly at the scene of you booping the baby's small nose.*

"I guess we won't be sleeping much anymore." He joked softly. "Not that I mind."

Yonghee: *Spent your whole pregnancy excited to meet her, but now that she's here, the reality sets in.*

"She's perfect..." He trailed off, feeling a sudden pressure on his shoulders. "Our little family's perfect."

Jinyoung: *Too overwhelmed with emotions he you pass the baby to him, only able to notice her little face.*

"Look," He smiled softly as he kissed her forehead before looking back up at you. "She has your eyes."

Hyunsuk: *Thinks she's the most beautiful little thing in the world. Nothing out there could be better.*

"Now that she's here," He smiled as he watched her. "None of the names we thought of seem perfect enough."

[mykoreanlove]

the fluff bundle

for when you need that extra portion of love

CHAN - you make me blush // all the feels // sweet whispers // insecurities // channie's way of helping you relax

CHANGBIN - dummy dummy, i love your tummy // handle you

MINHO - 🥀🖤🌹 // hardships // sakura // alternatives

HYUNJIN - submissive // manifested // conditional // artist's pov

HAN - the extra mile

FELIX - fake date me please? // bokkie's quest for tears // angel // whispers of love // body dysmorphia // flirting in a club be like // reassurance // fitting room

I.N - pet names

CROSSOVER - perceptions (Chan, I.N) // amnesia (ot8) // shy dating (maknae) // shy dating (hyung) // sexual abuse

JINYOUNG - things that made him run to you // starved // i wanna know everything, all about you

JACKSON - 🥃 realizations // on Kinjaz // daddy fever //nightmares

JB - can I see you tonight?

NAMJOON - sexy brain wasn't having it

SUGA - 🏀 Ballin‘

TAEMIN - his private messages to you // I want to live a different type of life - with you // sleepy no more // don't leave my side no // Similarities // taemotional Support System // long distance //baby daddy Taemin is coming home to you // domestic vibe with Taemin // back to lovers // christmas with Taemin // paris nights

MINHO - deprived

EUN WOO - afraid of love

[kcake555]

Park Jinyoung cake 🍰

[stay-mon-army]

Love After Lock-Up

Warnings: reader went to prison, family disappointment/not accepting, implied violence

Word Count: 2,356 words

Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x gn!reader

Requested?: yes, by @crzy-devil​ - I hope this isn’t horrible, I’m so sorry it took me so long to complete. I’m also sorry I went off the grid for like months 😭

Dear Jinyoung,

Life in prison is surprisingly dull! I have so much spare time to just think. I spend most of my time thinking about you and all our times together before I got into this stupid mess. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I can’t be with you now. I hope things are going good for you at home and you aren’t missing me too much. I’m going to be released soon, and I can’t wait to be home with you. Do you think you could pick me up? I want your face to be the first I see when I’m finally free to be with you again. Maybe we can go to a cafe and just talk. You can tell me all about what I missed while I was away. I miss hearing your voice and holding your hand. I mostly just miss being near you. I’ll see you soon, my love! Wait for me, I swear it’ll all be worth it soon.

Love,

Y/N

On the day of your release from prison, you couldn’t wait to see Jinyoung. He had written you back and promised that he would be there to pick you up. You collected your belongings from the guard at the front desk and make your way to the exit before you.

It’s an overcast day; the sun is hidden behind rolling clouds, but thankfully it isn’t raining. As you step out into the crisp fall day, you spot a black car, and leaning against it, the love of your life. You face breaks into a smile and you see his face mirror yours as he pushes away from the hood of his car. For a second, you can’t move. It had been months since you had seen him, and it felt like a dream to finally see him here, in person, smiling at you and waiting for you like some prince. You hardly deserved him.

You broke out of your frozen state as he steps closer to you. You throw yourself into his arms, holding onto him as he buries his head into your neck. He squeezes you close to him, and you feel him breathe deeply against your neck, trying not to cry. You both had missed each other so much, it was hard not to tear up as you’re finally able to hold each other again and feel each others love like this.

After a moment, you pull away, moving your hands from around his waist up to cup his face. You take a moment just looking over his face as he gazes down at you, his eyes wet and shining but full of love. Finally, you pull him down to place your lips against his gently, slowly, enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours again after so long. His lips are gentle against yours as well, not pushing or pressuring but slowly exploring yours, matching your pace. It feels new and fresh, but also so comforting and safe, like coming home after a long, uncomfortable work day.

Finally, you let go of each other and he steps back to open the car door for you. You slide into the seat, placing your small bag of personal items between your feet as he closes the door and rounds the car to get into the drivers seat. He slides into his seat, clicking his seatbelt into place and starting the car smoothly. You missed the gentle ease he had with all his movements, like everything came naturally to him. His smooth movements, his gentle air, his ability to simultaneously fill a room and quiet the edges of a growing tension— all of him was so unlike everything that you were. Everything was so effortless to him and your love for him was only made sharper as he seemed to cleanly sweep away all your dirty secrets, round out your abrasive edges, dulled any growing fires of rage — he truly made you a better person by simply loving you.

He turns to flash you a smile, one hand gripping the wheel as he drives, the other reaching over to rest upon your thigh. You didn’t even realize he had started driving but you look out the window now and see the scenery change as he takes you away from that horrible place.

“What are you thinking about?” God, you had missed his voice. You nearly melt in your seat, those months of fear and stress and discomfort washing away with just the timbre of his voice.

“How much I missed you.” You answer honestly, letting your hand drift to run gentle circles and twirls around the skin of his hand and arm that’s reaching across the center console to touch you. You glance over at his side profile as he drives; his sharp jawline, the line of his nose, the prominence of his lips. Now that you’ve got him back, you’ve decided to commit him to memory. You had no intentions of ever leaving him again, but today, you would drink in as much of him as you could to make up for all that lost time. “Where are we going?”

“You said we should go to a cafe and catch up, so I’m taking you to Belle Fleur.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling up as he hears your soft gasp.

“Where we had our first date. Jinyoung, you’re too sweet.” You tear up again, which you’re sure you’ll do a million times throughout the day. No doubt being with him again was going to have you emotional. Lord knows you had cried plenty while you were in jail because of how much you missed him.

He doesn’t respond, just flipping his hand over to hold yours as he smiles out the windshield as he drives. He never had to say much of anything for you to feel the love he had for you.

You drive in relative silence for a while, the only sound being the gentle music floating from the radio. You enjoy the silence; you didn’t get a lot of quiet time in prison, with so many other people crammed into such a small place with little privacy.

Finally, Jinyoung pulls into the parking lot of the sweet little cafe and he lets you go just long enough for you both to hop out of the car. He opens the door to the cafe for you and guides you up to the counter with a hand resting on the small of your back, protective and possessive, just what you loved about him. He wasn’t overly possessive by any means, but the small signs to show off that you belonged with each other made your stomach erupt into butterflies.

He ordered for you at the counter, memorizing your favorite order even after so long not hearing it. You try to hide your smile, a feeling of exaltation you’ve never felt before spreading through you.

He takes both of your orders and you lead the way over to a small table in the corner by the windows. You like getting to people watch— you used to spend hours with a good drink and some snacks, just watching people going about their normal days through the windows of a cafe, feeling small and yet complete.

Jinyoung sits before you, a smile on his face as he pushes your drink your way, takes his own, and settles the baked goods you had picked out between you on the table. You watch his movements quietly, just drinking in his existence for another moment. Finally he stops, turning his eyes back to you as he cups his hands around his coffee.

“So,” you say, settling back into your seat and bringing your drink up to your lips for a sip. “Tell me everything I missed.”

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You spent hours at that table with Jinyoung, catching up on all the little things you both experienced over the last few months. You were surprised by how normal life continued to be for you both— that despite the weird place you had found yourself in, both of you were still alive and healthy and back together, and nothing bad had happened to either of you.

Finally, the store began to close and it was time for you both to leave. You didn’t have a place of your own anymore, so you had to find someplace to stay. However, before you could panic, Jinyoung offered to let you stay with him and his family for a little while, until you found a job and your own place. You had been talking about moving in together before everything had gone wrong anyway, so you didn’t think it would be weird or difficult. You loved each other; it was only natural that you would want to spend your time together.

You hadn’t taken into account, however, that Jinyoung lived with his family, who might have different thoughts on everything than you two.

When you finally got back to Jinyoung’s house, you were ready to collapse into bed and rest for hours. The rush of getting ready to see Jinyoung again and the adrenaline of finally being out in the real world again had worn off and you could feel your body growing sluggish and lazy.

However, as you entered the house, you could tell instantly it wasn’t going to be that easy.

You could hear the TV running in the living room as you and Jinyoung took off your shoes and slid into the slippers in the hallway. He places a hand on your back as you both enter the house, as though he also senses the way the air feels charged as you both pass into view of his family. His mother reaches for the remote, slowly raising it to mute the tv before them before sinking back into the couch, her face blank of any emotions.

Jinyoung leads you into the living room, his hand both a comfort and a guiding hand into the lions den.

“Mom, dad, you remember (Y/N). They’re going to be staying with us for a little while, until they can get back on their feet.” His tone is kind yet firm, meant to show respect to his parents but that he wouldn’t be taking criticism about the situation. You swallow, folding your hands before you in the hopes to look respectful as well. The last thing you need is to look like some heathen come to impose and make a mess of their lives. You just wanted to fix everything.

His father stands, back straight as a rod as he looks first over you, then his son.

“I will not let some miscreant live in my house. I can excuse your absolutely idiotic feelings for this felon, but I refuse to allow them to live under my roof.” His voice is void of emotions, nearly calm. And yet you don’t miss the slight shake in his hands, like he’s trying so hard not to throw something.

“Father-”

“No.” His mother cuts in now, also standing. “You will listen to your father. If you wish to waste your life chasing after someone who wishes to ruin both of your lives, that is your right, but you will not bring some heathen into our household without our permission. If your father says they cannot stay, then they cannot stay. That is final.”

“Then I will be leaving.” Jinyoung doesn’t bat an eye, but you do. You turn to him quickly, placing a hand to his chest, whispering his name quietly. He doesn’t look at you, however. He simply stands there, staring into his fathers eyes. “If you refuse to allow me to help (Y/N) in this household, then I’m moving out. I’ll get us an apartment somewhere. But know that I will not be leaving (Y/N) alone. They went to jail for me.”

“Jinyoung, stop.”

You don’t glance between him and his parents, seeing the way his mother straightens behind his father, whose eyes have darkened. You push gently on his chest, hoping to back him away from the situation. You will leave, you can figure something else out, he doesn’t have to ruin his relationship with his family.

“No, (Y/N), it’s time that they learn the truth. (Y/N) was arrested because they were defending me. The people they supposedly assaulted? They were harassing me, and when (Y/N) stepped in to get them to leave us alone, things escalated and (Y/N) did what they needed to keep us safe. The courts wouldn’t listen, but that doesn’t make them any worse of a person. They did what I couldn’t do.” He looks down at you, meeting your eyes for the first time since entering the house. “They saved me.”

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Neither of you had talked about what went down that day. Neither of you wanted to think about the horrible things that happened, and the even worse things that could’ve happened if you hadn’t reacted so quickly.

His parents don’t move, don’t make a sound as you begin to cry into Jinyoung’s shoulder. That he would defend you now, after all this time defending him, broke your heart to pieces. He pulls you back to look into your eyes once again.

“I love you, (Y/N), and I won’t let anyone keep me away from you for another moment.” And with that he kissed you, in front of his parents, as though he wasn’t baring his very soul to you and them. As though this didn’t mean the world to you. As though he didn’t risk throwing away his relationship with his family for you.

“They can stay.” You almost don’t believe your ears, and by the time you turn around to face them, both of his parents have turned and are heading back towards their room.

You turn back to Jinyoung, your face softening as you see the grin splitting his face as though you had agreed to marry him.

“The truth will set you free. And now, you’re all mine.” He whispers, leaning in for one more kiss.