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[coffee-for-himchan]

Warm On The Inside (Himchan) // “With You” series, pt.1

First part of the winter-themed 6 scenario series called “With You”. Featuring a thing I love and a thing I don’t love at all - coffee and snow. I doubt it’s hard to figure which one I hold a grudge against, even if not a too big one.

Summary: Snow was everywhere, which was about the worst there could be. With your body beyond frozen but your heart even colder, it wasn’t hard to hate everything around. Until you bumped - literally - into another, just like you. Someone a little frozen on the inside, but more than that - not keen on snow. Someone who just happened to make all around melt.

Part 1(Himchan) // Part 2 (Yongguk) // Part 3 (Jongup) // Part 4 (Daehyun) // Part 5 (Youngjae) // Part 6 (Junhong)

You'd always hated the snow.

It wasn't a burning disgust towards the white flakes that were twirling through the chilly, cool air, coating the earth in an innocent-looking, pure layer of hopefulness - it was rather mild disappointment at the fact your favorite time of year had passed, and all that was left now was to wait until the very last bits of winter wonderland would fade away and would reveal the ground underneath once again - maybe the feeling of being cold would fade with along with winter too.

Although this thing you felt in your chest was a whole other type of "cold". Not the cold you could feel when stepping out of the house in non-seasonal attire, and not the type of cold you could mend and cure with something as simple yet inviting as a heater or a fireplace.

"Feeling cold on the inside" - that's about how good you could describe it. Unwilling to open up. Frozen in your tracks when it came to getting to know people, because encounters had never resulted in anything good. Unable to crack a smile. Tired of every new day, even more tired of remembering all the ones that had already passed. Empty. Devastated. Drained of emotion.

Cold all over the soul, not bothering to actually pay attention to the physical cold until your flesh turned a light shade of pink, screaming bloody murder at every single touch of it and needing desperate attention in the form of anything that could possibly warm it up.

Simply unable to process. Needless to say, the winter didn't help.

It was supposed to be a pretty time - kids playing around outside, families gathering together for the festive days. Going gift shopping and picking the best presents for the people you loved the most, just to remind them once again with a subtle hint that you cared. Eating the best festive foods and drinking warm, seasonal beverages just because hey, why not, since it’s all here already? Sweaters and coffee as familiar melodies flooded all places, calling out for everyone to be joyful. Hopeful promises as laughs filling the air. A good time for almost everyone, yet you knew what the snow neatly coated and hid under itself, and couldn’t be fooled like the others.

It hid nothing but the plain, painful truth.

Everything under it was dead and drained, and it was just a cover up. The beautiful that hid the tragedy, the innocent mask on the face of the aching truth. The perfect hide-up for all the caused destruction. For all the wilting nature had to experience after the last wave of late autumn heat had gone with the wind, for all the dying of flowers and such as they encountered with the cold and simply froze, saying goodbyes to the sun for what seemed to be forever. For all the trees that rose like painfully sharp daggers up into the skies now, without showing any signs of being alive, and for all the creatures that could only manage to survive in the warmer months of the year, having died without a chance of survival.

You refused to be fooled by this cover-up. And refused to like it for reminding you of how frozen you were yourself, so you never even intended to pretend to like it, same as you refused to unnecessarily leave the house during this season. 

That is, until you met him.

He was just the same as you when it came to this aspect - you could hear him hissing lightly every time a snowflake hit the nape of his neck, gracefully falling past the collar of his fluffy coat, and you chuckled lightly as you saw his nose and ears turning a light shade of pink, signaling he needed to stop putting his body through the torture of being outside when the thermometer displayed a negative number on itself.

He was just like you, and for the first time in years you felt how truly melting someone’s presence could be.

He was far from being the grumpy person he sometimes seemed like - he was rather a little closed in. Being social and talkative was usually his forté, he had admitted to that at some point, but things weren't going all that good in life recently, and he simply wanted to take it easier. Realizing a lot of those people he had around every day didn't matter, as they never came back to him when he wasn't just out having fun, but was out having troubles. Figuring out he didn't need that many different faces to fill up his everyday life as they never really were of any significance, and would only eventually either forget him or cause him pain. He just needed a pause from everyone, or, well - almost everyone, as while taking it, he had more or less luckily stumbled into you. And something in his chest had told him that taking a pause from you was about the most wrong and absurd thing he could do.

He bumped into you. Literally.

Three times.

The first was at a zebra crossing in what seemed to be the very dusk of morning, since the sun rose so late at this point of year. Work was only a few blocks away from your house, and while everyone seemed to prepare for the holidays, you were planning on taking a few extra assignments. "While all of you get a round of soul-healing, I'll at least get a promotion," you thought, and scolded yourself for sounding harsh even in your thoughts, but only for a little. It wasn't far from being the truth anyways.

It was only a mere encounter, a little interaction, yet it turned out to be something that would occupy your mind for a little. The foggy atmosphere made it hard for you to see the traffic light, but as it turned green and you set your foot on the street, you slightly shoulder-bumped into someone while in the middle of the rather crowded crossing.

The stranger, being much taller and of a significantly more massive built than you were, turned his head while walking past, and you were a little disappointed to, despite all of that, not catch a proper glimpse of his face.

But his voice, low and with a little mixture of melodic and nasal, crawled in through your ear and made itself at home, lingering in your head for a little longer as you hadn’t heard another like that one yet.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's.. Alright."

The second time was at a coffee shop. Lunch break had you on the edge of your nerves, as well as everything else that day. Too bad that unnecessary diet you'd gone on was still a thing, and since you craved something you couldn't quite eat, you got a little frustrated and simply opted in for coffee and nothing else instead.

It was another bump into you, this time around from behind, while standing in line to order a drink. And, once again, you heard it.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

You turned to inspect his face, and all of a sudden felt your cheeks heating up. He was a little taken aback, just like you were, but the little smile on his face indicated he was glad coincidence had brought you together again. “He remembers,” you thought to yourself, a little puzzled on what was so memorable about your voice only that it had stayed to linger in his mind for longer. But then again, what was it about him that had stuck in your mind? You figured that maybe he’d thought about you too, the same way you’d thought about him for a bit earlier today.

But all other thoughts faded away as you looked at his features, and understood you'd never seen someone as genuinely pretty as him. It sure set a sense of uneasiness into you, as you felt a little insignificant and out of place here with him. Yet when the smile stayed plastered on his petite, doll-shaped lips, and a cute little dimple-like crease formed right under his eye, you felt like there was nothing to worry about. 

"Twice already today, am I right?"

"I suppose, yes."

"Not to bother you with my presence, but I'm simply rather on the clumsy side, and the universe must've chosen you as my next victim," he said, and you chuckled a little, covering your mouth with your hand as a reflex. He sure knew how to make himself seem interesting from the very first few words spoken.

"I don't mind," you replied, looking up at his face and feeling your heart fluttering a little, "After all, it doesn't bother me. Better bump into me that someone who might get offended by it. Or won't take it well."

"So I can keep doing this?"

"Sure," you chuckled a little, making him chuckle along. Gosh, even the way his whole body moved while laughing was so eye-catching, and you were a little taken aback by the lack of stares directed at him. He radiated such a sense of warmth and simple joy with his presence, and you felt yourself enjoying it.

"Would you like to order now, miss?"

The voice of the barista brought you back to reality, and you hoped she wouldn't think of you as annoying for talking while standing in line, not even noticing how it was your turn to order all of a sudden. Yet when you turned her face displayed none of that - it rather screamed "Yes, agreed. He's cute as hell. Do something about it or I might."

"Mocha, please," you shyly told her, seeing as her gaze wandered from you to him and she thought of what to say.

"And you?"

“Mocha as well, if that’s alright, please," you felt him leaning over, resting his frame on the arm that he'd extended to place his hand on the counter, just a little behind you. It occurred to you that the barista must've thought you two had come in here together, and that made you blush even more.

His presence was quite comfortable, yet burdening. Like a ray of sunshine he had managed to blind you with a mere look, and you felt a little stupid, a little happy because of it. And as your mind kept wandering this wasteland of what used to be feelings once, the barista had already approached with two coffees in hand.

"I'll get it," you heard him say, and wanted to insist, yet felt a little embarrassed to do so. There were people behind you two in the line, and the barista was still giving you a rather curious and interested yet nice and loving look. So he paid, and handed you a cup, offering you to go and sit down with him for a moment before he'd have to depart - apparently, work was quite demanding, and he shouldn't stay around at all. But he liked this place, and his new company, so he'd decided to gift himself with some fifteen free minutes to get into a little bit of trouble afterwards. He figured it could be worth it.

"You really shouldn't have," you told him, sitting down opposite of him and trying your best not to do any of the regular - to fall down, to say something wrong, snort while laughing, tell an inappropriate joke on the wrong time.. Basically, your aim was to make yourself seem normal.

"Let this be a "sorry" for all the bumping," he chuckled and took a sip, directing all of his attention on you as his head found a comfortable position to rest in on his hand.

Like a kitten, he was so cute when sitting across of you like that. Eyes slightly narrowed and lips a little puckered as he talked, filling the empty space between you two with a pleasant, nasally voice. His hands seemed rather large, and held the beverage in a funny fashion, making it seem so small when compared to how you held yours. Yet his love for coffee was the thing that amused you the most - so simply adorable, but most of all - so similar to you.

Fifteen minutes had gone with the wind way too soon, and he left you sitting alone to reflect of what had just happened. You watched his frame walking outside into the chilly street, and he turned, waving at you through the large windows lightly before disappearing within the masses of people. He was gone, yet the memory of him remained for a little longer as you recalled the last bits of conversation that had gone on just minutes ago.

"I never caught your name," you told, leaning in to rest your head on your arm. It was strange, how you immediately felt so comfortable beside him, even though you always felt rather tense around strangers. But he was a little different - a little friendly, a little clumsy and strange, but most of all - beyond eye-catching and interesting. And lovely.

"I'm Himchan," he simply told you with a smile, taking in your name just a second later the same way you took in his - with care not to forget. And as you recalled it all and realized, you cursed to yourself a little.

He'd left a name, but not a number. He was gone, and this time seemingly forever, as there was no way to reach him now.

Or so you thought, up until the third encounter - this one being a little accident on festival grounds.

Another bump, and another apology and response in the already familiar voices had caught your attentions, and you turned to him, feeling all fuzzy when you saw how his face lit up, as if he'd seen an old friend after years of being parted.

"(Y/N)!!"

And with that, you were suddenly enveloped in his arms. Getting hugs in general was rather pleasantly comfortable, but his embrace was something. As his body met with yours, his little laugh filling your left ear as he took a minute to feel your presence - it was all so new and unusual. Yet you could picture it happening again clearly. He'd sparked an interest.

"Oh god, I forgot to leave you my number today, I'm so sorry!" he swung your frames from side to side and babbled, making you chuckle as you felt your stomach filling up with butterflies, "So stupid of me, but I was in a hurry. I came back later, but you weren't there anymore, and I thought I wouldn't have the chance to meet you again-"

"You went back to look for me?"

Realization hit him like a rock then and there, and he froze, shyly disconnecting his frame from yours in a second. But the look on your face cleared at least half of his embarrassment and concerns, as he could see you were clearly all for this idea - you didn't mind at all.

"I mean.. I was passing by anyways, and thought I'd check.." he scratched the back of his head, blushing a little at your silent chuckle. He knew you didn't believe him in the least, yet he appreciated how you decided to play along, since it took the burdens off his shoulders, and simply let him have a good time, trying to hide up the fact he’d in fact ran back into that building half an hour later, panting lightly and making a few curious glances direct at him, none of those being the one he actually wanted to see.

"Now, since I'm pretty sure a fourth coincidence is quite unlikely to occur.. How about doing the thing about exchanging numbers?" he was still a little shy, yet your approving nod was enough for him to hand you his phone so you could type in the few digits that mattered the most to him back then - all of that happening before you agreed to disappear from the “festive wonderland” you’d gotten yourselves into, as apparently he was just as uncomfortable there as you were. Too much joy for your grumpy frames.

That's when it kicked off, and took on a rather fast approach, messing with your head all along the way. You'd never met someone who'd genuinely caught your eye this much, and since he had, it was a rather interesting experience. You met again for another coffee the next day, making the same barista throw you another interested look, and continued going out every other day you could. 

You found out he hated snow as much as you did, and even though quite some of your meetings were held indoors because of that issue of yours, you had to admit the weather outside was a little more bearable with him by your side. How the snowflakes tangled into his hair and made you want to ruffle it lightly, and how he never took gloves along, at some point making you shyly offer him to hold your hand for warmth purposes, which you did now always ever since the first time you’d offered and he’d done it without hesitation or doubt.

This was a friendship that evolved just in a few days and weeks, as you made sure to give it a good kick-start with long evening conversations over the phone or in a cafe, getting to know each other at an alarming rate. You simply felt so good beside him, and this happy atmosphere around you two made it a little special. To him as well.

Suddenly, you started slowly realizing what the whole holiday cheer was about. Realizing you'd always been more on the grumpy side simply because you were almost always alone, and slightly regretting your choice of taking up all those work assignments. Your favorite person had finally come along, and as you had someone to feel happy with but had no time, you felt a little jealous of the ones who did have tons of time. Hell, the extra work wouldn't even lead to all those promotions you were aiming for, so you decided to take it easy. It wouldn’t pay off, so you wouldn’t break your head over it. 

Every time you met he held you in his embrace a little tighter and a little longer. Texts turned out to be without stopping anywhere mid-day, becoming a constant thing that only died down while you were working or asleep. And as you started waking up to good morning texts, you started blushing every time it happened - he really acted rather like a boyfriend.

It took him only three bumps to get you to give him your number, and it took him only a little more than three weeks to make you give him something more.

In the timespan of three weeks, he had you completely head over heels fallen for him. Completely and utterly submerged in daydreams where his breath itched at your face as he told you how lucky he was to have such a coincidence happen to him during the time of year he disliked the most. How his hand caught your chin as you were about to turn away in embarrassment, and how instead he simply gave you one of his gorgeous smiles, softly pecking your lips and telling you he liked spending time with you so, so much.

As you dreamed about it, you couldn’t believe it would actually happen.

You had no clue it would happen when he picked you up that evening, smiling brightly and laughing a little as you playfully snuggled your face in the crook of his neck while giving him a welcoming hug. You were even more clueless about the further events while walking down the pretty, decorated streets. But you started getting aware at the end of the night, when everyone around seemed to be as happy as ever, but his smile shone a little brighter, indicating something you’d wanted to be true all along.

He was so damn attracted to you it physically hurt.

And it only showed more at the way his arm constantly wrapped around you while walking, his head constantly leaning in and whispering little things and nothings others shouldn’t know. Not because his words were special or anything - because it was a conversation meant to be held only between the two of you, and he wanted to keep it as personal as possible. It showed at the way you two shared all of the street food you’d gotten, and didn’t mind mixing up your beverages, just to be generous. It could be seen at how at ease and peaceful he felt as he watched all the different street performances and engaged into activities with you, simply being out of the house on Christmas eve with someone who’d came into his life more than simply recently, but someone who’d managed to dig out a place in his heart to fit themselves in, not even letting him oppose.

And as you turned to him at some point, having walked two steps in front of him as you tugged on his hand for him to come along prior to that, he felt like he wanted to let you know. So as he pulled your arm and made you chuckle, gently making your fame crash into his, he thought he’d risk it. Now or never.

“Himchan-ah, I-” instead of getting anything out properly, you felt his arms wrapping around your tightly, and you didn’t even have time to process before you felt his lips lightly covering yours.

It was a rather shy kiss - something that could maybe more appropriately be considered a peck, but you knew where his sudden shyness was coming from. If he was at least half as head over heels for you as you were for him, he had to feel anxious about this. Three weeks - was that enough to fall in love with someone? It had to be, or so he thought it felt like at least.

“I like you,” he told after another slow, soft peck of your lips, and patiently waited. His face stayed close, and his eyes remained shut as he let his lips curl into a smile and waited. Waited to hear the obvious.

“I-i.. I k-kinda like y-you too..”

And he didn’t need more or less - he simply let out a chuckle at your sudden anxiety, and mended it all with another brush against your lips - this one actually resembling a true kiss. He moved freely, and made you completely give in within seconds. His heart started beating a little faster as your hands reached for him, resting on his chest before one went to cup his face softly, and it got even faster as you kissed him back the way he wanted you to do it - showing exactly what all of this was about. Weirdly well-timed and strong-from-the-very-start attraction.

A lucky coincidence, and two people who had nothing to loose, yet a lot to gain if they tried it out. If they simply trusted the fact this could work, and could trust each other enough to let into the deepest corners of your hearts. Yes, that’s exactly who you were.

“It’s snowing, Himchan-ah,” you told him quietly afterwards, your faces still as close as ever and lazy smiles being thrown all over the place as you stared into each other’s eyes. He tried to concentrate on his surroundings, and found it to actually be true. Have you really been kissing for ages, or had it started snowing in a minute? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t even care all that much about it, or so he’d figured.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, of course it does!” you laughed, feeling him swinging your frames from side to side, “You hate snow, silly.”

Yet the look on his face showed he couldn’t possibly hate anything at that moment. He was completely filled up with affection - like a toy that was stuffed with it’s filling - and all his attention was directed at other things that resembled only good. He indeed felt snowflakes hitting the nape of his neck - his sensitive spot that he always complained about when snow fell on it - yet he didn’t have enough time to spare it even a single thought. In fact, it even felt pleasant.

“Who knows at this point? I feel like I could literally love everything right now, I’m all warm on the inside.”

You chuckled at his remark, yet understood clearly what he meant by that. You couldn’t help but admit it was inevitably the same to you.

Senses? Yeah, those had came back not too long ago, and same had happened with your interest to everything that was happening around. Tiredness became a second plan thing as you didn’t want to let it ruin your time with him, and same had happened to all the other negative emotions.

Unable to process? Not anymore.

And as you looked around a little, you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful the world seemed, coated in a layer of plain white. It hid all the broken and unpleasant, and kept it warm, so it could blossom the next spring and set beauty and life into all the surroundings. It was the symbol of hope and all that will eventually follow. It was a big, thick blanket, wrapping up all the broken and frozen things and letting them stay there until they could be fixed up again.

And looking at him, you realized everything was maybe better than you originally thought it was. You weren’t completely senseless - in fact, you felt all of your senses tingling after he’d kissed you, even the ones you’d forgotten about. And maybe you hadn’t even been that frozen on the inside all along... Or no, you have. He was simply much better at this than any heater or fireplace, setting a spark in you, and filling you up completely with all the needed - a sense of peace, affection, but most of all - warmth that only his presence could offer. A fuzzy and homey feeling that remained only when he was around.

He kept you warm, just like the snow did to all of the sleeping nature.

“And you made me all warm on the inside as well, surprisingly. Thank you,” you looked up at him gratefully and hopefully, knowing he returned the favor.

Knowing he’d unintentionally fallen in love as well.

[danghyuk]

B.A.P reacting to their boyfriend’s tattoos

Yongguk:

As someone with tattoos himself, he doesn’t really care, or rather – he isn’t that surprised. Yongguk has a huge chest piece and his older sister is a tattoo artist, so he isn’t unfamiliar with ink and imagery on skin.

Of course, he is interested in your tattoos and would 100% support you whenever you’re considering getting a new one. Whenever you bring the topic up in a conversation, you can bet that Yongguk helps you brainstorm ideas and pulls up his phone to research various tattoo artists.

Yongguk will often find himself immersed in the pictures scattered all over your (s/c) skin and catch himself tracing the various colours on your exposed body whenever he wakes up before you. Tattoos for him is just another art form, and he loves the way they make your skin more vibrant.

Himchan: 

Having no tattoos at all, Himchan is a little shocked when he sees yours for the first time. However, that doesn’t mean he’s negative towards them. After the initial shock, Himchan’s curiosity gets the better of him and he can’t stop asking you questions. 

He secretly loves how badass they make you look and add to your overall ‘bad boy’ image, but he will constantly tease you for taking his bad boy role. Himchan also secretly loves the way other people look at you in public because you’re his gorgeous boyfriend! Though he will never admit it due to his pride. 

Since he has no tattoos, he knows very little about the process around getting one and that is the topic he will ask the most about. If you want to get a new one, Himchan would definitely ask you if he could come along, and if you got one for him, he will definitely cry. 

Daehyun:

He has some of his own and seeing yours would make him considering getting new ones. However, he cares the most about the messages they portray and the meaning behind them. Daehyun’s tattoos mean a lot to him and he loves to hear you talk about the stories behind your own.

Daehyun is the most likely out of B.A.P to get matching tattoos with you. Not your names necessarily, but maybe something dear to the both of you and your relationship. Your boyfriend is a sap after all.

A thing he likes to do is kissing them. Whenever you wear something that shows off the ink you got or wear nothing at all, there isn’t a single moment where his lips have been all over your skin.

Youngjae:

Another member who doesn’t have any tattoos and probably won’t get anyone either. Youngjae is also the member who’s the most shocked by your tattoos, but that quickly passes as you explain each of them to him and changes into understanding.

He grows rather fond of your tattoos and how they look on you. Youngjae has his favourites and he is not afraid to rank them and point out the ones he likes the least. Since he knows you are confident in them and in your own decisions, he knows that his own opinions won’t overrule your own. The ‘critiques’ often tend to make you laugh instead.

Even if he doesn’t want tattoos of his own and means they won’t fit his image and personality, he is quick to realise how good they look on you. That results in him becoming your own personal stylist some days, Youngjae is rather persuasive too because he won’t leave the flat if you’re not wearing what he wants you to wear.

Jongup:

Jongup doesn’t have any either and he doesn’t really have any strong opinions regarding the topic. In fact, he doesn’t really register that you have tattoos until one of his fellow band members asks him about it or points it out.

He feels quite awkward for not noticing it earlier and it just makes him shyer to ask you about it. Because of his awkwardness and seemingly ‘disinterest’ in the topic, you ask him if they make him uncomfortable. Feeling guilty, he explains the situation really embarrassed to which you reassure him with long and loving kisses that he can ask whenever and whatever.

After getting attentive to your beautiful work, he feels a bit flustered whenever they are visible, not only for not noticing them before but also because he sees how handsome you look with them. Jongup is the least subtle being you know about, so it’s easy to spot whenever he has looked at them too long due to his red ears.

Junhong:

Having looked up to Yongguk for years, it’s no surprise that Junhong has tattoos. He would be the most excited of the members when he finds out that his boyfriend has tattoos as well. There is no chance you will be able to explain them all without a lot of interruptions from him.

Junhong is the boyfriend who loves to take cool pictures, so a good chunk of the pictures on his camera roll would be the both of you wearing clothes to show your tattoos off and your bodies pressed and tangled together so the tattoos are included in the shot.

Seeing your skinned filled with them makes him smile and he will trace them whenever he has the chance, however, most of the times that result in a tickle fight. Junhong has no idea why,  but he feels extremely confident with you and by seeing you express yourself in the art covering your skin.

[yxinsg]

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[sungminsbutt]

a legend says that the best kpop groups have lawsuits

[smitten--kitten]

B.A.P as Bunnies:

Yongguk:

Himchan:

Daehyun:

Youngjae:

Jongup:

Zelo:

[stormxac]

~

「 𝗸-𝗽𝗼𝗽 𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 」

Lee Taemin ~ SHINee

Bang Yongguk ~ B.A.P

[inthewoodzz]

Yongguk: A drunken mind speaks a sober heart

Zelo, drunk: Beesechurger

[bxngstxr]

👻BAP reaction to going to watch a horror movie with their s/o👻

Yongguk

It was your birthday and he decided to take you to the movies, he would have preferred to have a little holiday with you and take you to Disney or some other stuff but as long as he was in the military service, he couldn't go that far, so he asked you what you wanted to do, so there you are.

"Are you sure you want to watch IT? I'll be back to service in two days."

"So... Are you saying that I'm a coward and I'll be afraid of being all alone?"

He laughed "Jagi, you're not a coward, but we both know that when we watch something like this I have to go with you to the bathroom because you're afraid of going out of our room..."

You punched his arm. "Heeey, okay, let's go, the movie it's about to start"

* That night *

"Yongguk... You still awake?" You whispered in his ear.

"Uhmmm?" He muttered with his husky sleepy voice. "Wanna pee?"

"I just..." You said whispering.

"Let's go, your boyfriend will protect you from the evil clown" he laughed while taking your hand and kissing your forehead.

Himchan

He went to your house just like every Friday, you two used to spend the day together just doing the 'netflix and chill' thing. But literally, nothing sexual, just the two of you cuddling, eating snacks and watching a movie. The thing is that you decided to watch Babadook even when you knew that Himchan didn't like this kind of movies.

* After the movie *

"Are you sure you'll be fine all alone?" He asked you while playing with his own fingers.

"Uhm yup, it was just a movie babe." You said opening the door.

"I think you'll be better if I stayed the night here with you so I could protect you"

"... You're scared, right?" You asked laughing.

"Maybe, but y/n, make sure to close the door properly, I don't want to let him in.

You laughed at his reaction, kissed his cheek and closed the door, this was going to be a long night.

Daehyun

"I don't understand why you like this movies" he said "I mean, they're not scary at all, I bet I can watch it without 'jumping' once."

"Okay, if you do it, you'll take me to a fancy restaurant and I'll order the most expensive meal... Deal?" You said.

"Deal, we can... Watch this one" he choosed Anabelle.

"Sure?"

"Sure."

"As you wish babe" you laughed.

The movie started and he was acting "brave", he kept talking during the movie so he wouldn't get scared until you told him to be quiet. Then he started to cover his eyes and even took your hand so he could feel safer.

"Okay jagi, choose the restaurant and end this torture, please."

Youngjae

This time he was the one who chosed to watch a horror film, you two were lying in the coach while Insidious was playing. You tried to act all brave, but you didn't succeed, you ended up behind Youngjae all scared, shaking and covering your eyes with his sweatshirt while he was laughing at you.

"Baby you're so funny omg look at you hahaha coooward" he laughed at you.

"wait what was that noise? Y/n dID YOU CLOSE THE DOOR? OMG WE'RE GONNA DIE"

Jongup

"why do you even want to watch that?" He said while he was logging in Netflix and looking for Harry Potter just to distract you so you wouldn't make him watch a horror film again. "Ya, stop it, you told me I could chose, and I chose The Conjuring." You said stealing him the remote. "Ok, fine, but if you're afraid at night because of the ghosts I won't come again, so if I were you... I wouldn't watch it." You didn't listened to him, at the end of the movie you were so scared, but didn't want to tell him anything in case he would get mad, but guess what? He already knew but didn't say anything, just said that he was tired and wanted to sleep with you, but the truth was that he wanted to stay the night so he could protect you.

Zelo

When you arrived to his house he had tons of food next to the couch, three blankets and two bottles of your favorite drinks, it was your movie night and everything had to be perfect... Until you said you wanted to watch a horror movie. He started saying he didn't liked it, but the truth was that he was so freaking scared of it and he had to stay alone in the house but didn't wanted to sound like a coward telling you, so he ended up watching the movie and had a nightmare about Jack Nicholson following him with an axe.

"Next time... I chose the movie, right???"

[toxiccherries]

Youngjae: Hey Yongguk, what is Himchan allergic to?

Yongguk: Pine nuts

Daehyun: And the full spectrum of human emotion

[prettywordsyouleft]

Uninvited

Request: #200 for @mark-tuan-and-namjoon-lover – “Pardon my French, but who the fuck is that?”

Pairing: Kim Himchan x reader

Genre: AU

Warnings: minor language

Word count: 1208

You had actually done it.

For a few minutes, you stopped to stare around at all your hard work. You had been planning this event for months now, and over the last three weeks, your life had been consumed with endless tasks to get the venue up and running and looking like the magical world it did now. Everything was in place and the guests were all enjoying the live band, the buffet stand and open bar.

You had succeeded.

However, you didn’t have time to simply soak in and process all that it had taken to get to this night. You had guests to mingle with, clients to impress and as the main host of the event, you weren’t entitled to relax. There was always someone who would need you and staff to monitor to ensure the event ran smoothly. You hadn’t spent the last week losing out on sleep for someone to mess this up for you.

About half an hour into the evening, you had almost finished looking over the checked VIP list. Everyone here tonight had been exclusively invited by yourself and your team, and so you knew every face here.

Or, you should have known every one.

As you stared across at the bar where the elusive man now sat, swirling the red port he held, panic began to settle in. You had established with everyone invited that if they wished to bring along a partner they needed to register that person with your secretary. And knowing three of your staff members were on the front entrance checking for passes, it would be impossible for someone to show up unannounced.

Keeping your eye on him as you dashed over to your secretary conversing with another staff member, you felt the tremble shoot down your arm as you grabbed onto her.

You couldn’t control the emotions you were now flooding with. This was your soirée and you had been hoping for the most perfect night. Your secretary looked at you, now alarmed. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Breathe!”

“Pardon my French, but who the fuck is that?!” You sucked in a deep breath after letting out your frustrations, recomposing yourself. You attempted to smile, but your eyes were just demanding answers instead.

Your secretary scrutinised the man for a moment and then nodded. “Ah, that’s Bang Yongguk’s plus one. I believe his name is Kim Himchan.”

“Kim Himchan?” you echoed, looking at the man who clearly knew his way around a fine wine. He took a sip, savouring the flavour.

As he should. You had only sourced the best-tasting fragrances for tonight.

Glancing back at your secretary, you frowned. “Wasn’t Yongguk bringing his wife?”

“Apparently she’s sick and he didn’t want to waste the ticket entirely and gave it to Himchan. They work together; I actually believe he’s his boss. He assured me on the phone that Himchan would be a delight to have here tonight. Just relax, everything is still running smoothly.”

Now with flushed cheeks from being worked up, you nodded, excusing yourself and then found an empty corner to rub your aching temples. You had gotten too worked up over absolutely nothing. Yes, you weren’t in the wrong to be concerned. Tonight’s event housed a lot of your plans for the future with your company. You were vulnerable, sharing a lot of in-house information with people you trusted in this industry. That was why you had lost your mind seeing Himchan there.

You decided that you would grab a drink from the bar to settle some of your nerves. One drink wouldn’t ruin you tonight and you hoped to feel calmer after it. After ordering your drink of choice, you greeted a fellow client who walked by as you waited on your beverage.

And then you glanced at Himchan. He was no longer staring at his drink or ignoring all the happenings around him. Instead, he stared at you, his dark eyes amused.

It irked you. All the same, you smiled politely. “Good evening.”

“I wouldn’t quite say that,” he replied, looking around at the party and then pulled a face.

You examined it, your eyes widening as you did so. Blinking rapidly and taking your drink, you moved closer to him. “It’s not to your liking?”

“I’m sure the coordinator of the event put in a lot of hard hours,” he commented with a slight nod and then smirked. “But it’s kind of tacky.”

“Tac- tacKY?!” You couldn’t help but let your voice rise an octave, dumbfounded by his conclusion. Staring out at your endeavours you then squared your shoulders. “I’m afraid we have yet to introduce ourselves.”

“How impertinent of me,” Himchan said graciously, his pearly whites now in full view with his smile. It was as if the devil was before you, enchanting you with such a wicked grin. You almost didn’t reach out for the hand he had extended out to you. “My name is Kim Himchan. I am the CEO of Warrior Technology.”

The CEO? How had you not known he was in charge of the company? Racking your brain, you had believed Yongguk worked for an older man who lived overseas. Himchan looked far too close to your own age to be deemed old.

“And you might be?” Himchan prompted and you looked down at your linked hands, before snapping away from your thoughts and his hand.

You smiled firmly. “I’m Y/N. You might not have heard-”

“I know all about you, Y/N.”

“You… you do?” you replied, stunned. If he knew all there was to you, then he would know this party was your own. You simply stared at his charming smirk once again. “So you know.”

“I’m sure you worked very hard. Maybe this is the scale of what happens in this nation. But you’re pushing for international markets next year, right? This won’t cut it.”

His blunt advice cut through you and riled you up. Swigging down some of your drink, you placed it back down on the bar top heavily before shooting him a hard look. “This is sub-par? Even though I’ve worked with the best of the best to arrange this event? You’re calling it a disgrace.”

“Now, I didn’t go that far-”

“Well, I am sure that my little tacky party doesn’t need to have you here if it creates such a lacklustre opinion within your mind.”

“You are twisting my words into a greater picture,” he mentioned and you scoffed. “You’re easily protective and have quite the temper.”

“And you’re not an old man like I thought you to be.”

Himchan picked up your glass and handed it to you to take. You were breathing heavily from your outburst, and snatched it from his grip, jolting with the surge that sparked up your arm from his fingers grazing along yours. Smiling again, Himchan held up his glass, tilting it towards yours. You clunked into it with your own, trying not to smile too much.

“I guess you and I have a lot to get acquainted with, don’t you agree, Y/N.”

“I’m convinced you’ll leave this party tonight knowing just how great I can be.”

He grinned, drinking to your statement. And then he nodded. “I look forward to the challenge.”

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[julietgang]

B.A.P Mafia Fic.

Skydive: Free fall Capitulo 1 pt2

Sangre. Balas. Los cuerpos de las dos personas más importantes para mi. Allí tirados. Ni si quiera he llorado su muerte.

¿Que me ocurre?, ¿por que me mantengo fría e impasible?

Acaso soy una psicópata incapaz de sufrir por los demás.

No. No es el momento de venirse abajo. Aun no estoy a salvo.

No se donde estoy, no se ha donde voy, y tampoco se con quien estoy...

No debo, no puedo bajar la guardia ahora.

Poco a poco la marcha del vehículo disminuye, hasta frenar frente a un viejo edificio precintado. El barrio tampoco parece ser el más agradable del condado.

El sujeto a mi derecha abre la puerta para bajar del todo-terreno. Su chaqueta queda subida por un momento, dejando al descubierto una pistola de calibre cuarenta y cinco.

Esta es mi oportunidad. Ahora o nunca.

Me abalanzo sobre él, agarro el arma y lo empujo para salir del coche lo más rápido posible.

Una vez en el exterior quito el seguro de la pistola y la sostengo delate de mi con ambas manos.

La reacción de mis secuestradores también es rápida, parece casi ensayada.

Dos de ellos me apuntan con sus armas.

- Eh, tranquilos todos... - se hace oír la voz del chico al que he robado la pistola.

- ¡¿Donde estoy?, ¿quienes sois vosotros?! - grito autoritariamente.

- Y/N, tranquilizate, baja el arma... - el mismo chico continua hablando.

- ¡No quiero tranquilizarme!, ¡quiero respuestas! - noto como mi respiración se vuelve irregular.

- Esta bien... - el chico retira la mascara de su cara. Dejando al descubierto una cara varonil, de tez tostada, y mucho mas intimidante que la del "camarero".

Se mueve lentamente, manteniendo las manos en alto. Con movimientos calculadamente sutiles, obliga a los dos que me apuntan a soltar sus armas. - Hablemos, responderemos todas tus preguntas...

- ¿Donde estoy?

- En las afueras, nos iremos pronto...

- ¿Nos iremos?, yo no voy a nungun lado con vosotros... - niego con seguridad.

- Aqui no estas a salvo, los hombres de Yeom no tardaran en localizar esta posición...

- ¿Por que deberia confiar en vosotros? - esa pregunta se repite una y otra vez dentro de mi.

- ¿Por que te hemos salvado la vida? - el más alto de ellos pronuncia estas palabras con algo de burla, pero sonando molesto a su vez.

- Y/N, tu madre contrató a mi padre y su equipo, ¿eres consciente de eso?

- Bang, ese es el nombre que mi madre utilizó...

- Exacto - asiente el chico - Yo soy su hijo, Bang Yongguk...

Soy consciente de que paso a paso se acerca a mi posición. Pero, por alguna razón, no me siento amenazada por su presencia.

- Pensé que seria él quien vendría...

- Esta muerto - estas palabras salen de su boca con dureza, pero en su rostro no se ve un atisbo de dolor o tristeza. - Sus hombres lo traicionaron, Yeom los compro al enterarse de los planes de huida

Esa fue la gota que colmo el vaso. Primero Guillermo, después mi madre y mi tía, y ahora un hombre inocente...

Todos muertos, y todo por mi culpa.

Una lagrima rueda mejilla abajo sin permiso. Después otra y otra casi de seguido. Así hasta que dejo escapar un primer sollozo.

A estas alturas, el chico con el que hablo ya esta frente a mi. Recupera su pistola y la asegura antes de colocarla en su cinturón.

- Ya esta, estas a sal...

- ¡¿Ya esta?! - grito furiosa sin dejar de llorar. - ¡No tengo a nadie, ni tengo donde ir!, ¡las únicas personas en el mundo a las que les importaba, están muertas! - frustrada empujo con fuerza el pecho de aquel chico, aproximadamente media cabeza más alto que yo.

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[danghyuk]

anime dates. [moon jongup]

► au info: B.A.P is still a band

► summary: during your weekly movie date, jongup feels embarrassed for always choosing anime. 

► pairing: moon jongup x male!reader

► word count: 612

► warning(s): none

► other info: none

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“Hey, baby.” You happily greeted your boyfriend, bending down to kiss him there he was sitting on the floor. “I brought the snacks you wanted,” you handed Jongup a white plastic bag which he gladly accepted, “how was your day?”

He shrugged some but looked upwards to give you a shy smile. “It was okay, me and Junhong practised on some new choreographies.”

Being used to his short replies you simply bent down again and kissed the cute birthmark on his nose. Jongup only hummed in content and began unpacking the items you bought.

“Have you decided what you want to watch? It’s your turn to pick.”

The silent rustling noises from the bag stopped and you noticed how your boyfriend nibbled on his bottom lip, stopping his movements for a minute. A minor blush accompanied his nervous habit, highlighting the mole you found adorable.

Jongup stopped his nibbling only to mumble something incoherent, staring intently on the rug underneath himself.

“What?” You had to refrain from both laughing and teasing him for his awkward antics. Instead of repeating himself, Jungup stood up from the floor and began preparing his dorm room for your weekly movie date.

He was embarrassed again. Though turning around to hide his expression, you still saw his flushed ears. Sighing softly, you shook your head in adoration. Moon Jongup could be so clueless sometimes.

Again, you bit back a playful remark and joined your boyfriend’s preparations instead, moving the TV closer to the bed.

Jongup sent a thankful smile your way to which you huffed in reply. You just knew he had chosen some anime. Despite him almost choosing that every time, he still felt embarrassed by voicing it. Not that you minded it, you liked anime yourself – one of the key factors getting Jongup to talk to you in the first place, and you didn’t mind his awkward nature; on the contrary, you actually found it quite charming.

You were in the middle of placing the pillows the way Jongup liked it when you felt a slight tug at the bottom of your shirt. Biting softly down on your lip to muffle a laugh, you just continued as if interrupted.

Jongup pouted when you ignored him and tugged harder at your shirt.

“[Name],” He paused, already fumbling with his words. “Babe.”

The cute stutter of a pet name followed up by Jongup wrapping his arms around your waist almost made you halt in your movements and you were sure Jongup could feel how it affected you.

He confirmed your thoughts by hugging you tighter. Now you didn’t really have any other choice but turning around.

“So, what will it be; Naruto? DBZ?”

Jongup’s cheeks flushed again and you had the front seat view, admiring his thoughtful expression in his warm embrace.

“I wanna watch a One Piece movie.” He said hesitantly after a while.

Laughing, you softly broke out of his grip and lead the both of you onto the bed. “Got it.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind, [Name]?”

After making sure you both were comfortably seated, you turned to meet his eyes. “You know I like anime too, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“Then there’s no issues.” You interrupted, having had this conversation before. “It’s your turn to choose and we will watch whatever you wanna watch, baby.” Kissing the corner of his mouth this time, you motioned him with your hands to come closer.

Jongup’s ears turned red by the pet name usage and sweet peck as he accepted your open arms to cuddle.

“Besides I always ‘real movies’” your comment earned you a pinch from your boyfriend, “so we balance each other out perfectly.”

[soft-bap-hour]

We're always talking about how Soft the boys look in their oversized sweaters but imagine yourself snuggling into bed on a cold rainy afternoon in one of those sweaters. It still smells like them. Their dog joins you and you fall asleep together. You wake up an hour or 2 later to find that that he's joined you in bed, an arm under his head, the other around you. Snoring ever so softly. You snuggle up into him more and close your eyes again, the sound of rain tapping the window.

[lgtbap]

Tarde de películas con B.A.P

Nadie pidió esto, pero me encuentro soft y he decidido comenzar a subir contenido tratando con algo lindo y relajado. Espero y lo disfruten.~ 🐣

Crédito por los gifs a sus respectivos dueños.

Yongguk:

Prefiere la intimidad del sofá de su casa antes que ir al cine.

Prepárate para una larga sesión de abrazos.

Es probable que vean alguna película de cine independiente que le haya agradado y quiera compartirte, es algo especial para él, tenelo en cuenta.

Si no es eso, también es probable que vean algo de Disney, existe un niño en su interior y adora el humor infantil.

Ramen en la pequeña mesa de café frente a ustedes.

Carcajadas y sonrisas espontáneas.

Himchan:

Te sugerirá despreocupadamente ir al cine durante el fin de semana.

En realidad lleva varios meses siguiendo los adelantos de esa película y esperando su fecha de estreno, pero no quiere parecer demasiado exaltado por ello.

Reacciones en voz alta 1/3.

Volverán a su casa con él comentando emocionado lo que le pareció y recordando sus escenas favoritas.

Se pondrá rojo y nervioso al darse cuenta de cuán entusiasmado está.

Cena en tu casa luego de la película y abrazos en el sofá.

Protestará cuando llegue la hora de irse a casa.

Daehyun:

No tendrá problemas con expresar durante meses cuánto desea ver la película que estrenan esa semana.

Comerá antes de ir al cine por si el tráfico no está de su lado y llegan sobre el horario que incia a película.

Uh-oh, ese ramen picante fue mala idea. Cita al cine cancelada.

Pasarán una tarde de películas en casa.

Ganji es parte de la cita.

Reacciones en voz alta 2/3.

Es probable que termine apoyando su cabeza sobre tus piernas, recostado en el sofá, mientras ambos juegan con Ganji.

¿De qué trataba la película?

Youngjae:

Volvería un día supuesto a ser relajado en una larga y extravagante cita.

Desde el desayuno hasta la cena juntos.

Desayuno y almuerzo en casa.

Probablemente te lleve a media mañana a un supermercado para que elijas todo lo que quieras para el almuerzo que desea prepararte.

Cita, dentro de la cita, en una cafetería y luego al cine a ver esa película que tanto llevabas esperando.

Reacciones en voz alta 3/3.

Selcas en pareja y cambios de fondo de pantalla a fotos de cada uno.

Sólo dar vueltas en auto por la ciudad, charlando y cantando las canciones transmitidas en la radio.

Cena en algún pequeño y lindo restaurante que dé sensación hogareña.

Jongup:

Su actitud dependería de cuanto le entusiasme la película que verán.

Le agradan las salidas al cine cuando algo interesante se estrena, pero prefiere la comodidad e intimidad de su casa.

Si la trama le atrapa estará concentrado casi ciegamente.

Reacciones moderadas.

Muchas onomatopeyas.

Mucho contacto físico.

Si la trama le aburre, es el más propenso de los seis a intentar volver el ambiente más entretenido e íntimo. ¿Me explico?

Risitas contra tu oído.

Orden de McDonald's sobre la mesa de café o, por el contrario, galletas y Nesquik.

Zelo/Junhong:

Días de emoción previa al evento.

Cualquier película será bien recibida, a fin de cuentas han coincidido en un día libre, lo que interesa es disfrutar ese tiempo juntos.

Cita en tu casa. En la suya se vería intimidado por la presencia de su familia y no podría abrazarte y besarte como quisiera.

Ambiente de cine. Palomitas de maíz y refrescos.

Su mano jugueteando con la tuya o con tus cabellos.