#bang yedam fluff

[milkybonya]

Teume Cafe: Yedam ending: Sereni-tea

masterlist

written by milky ^_^

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you spend every single day of your finals studying at the Teume café, and you swear it's not on purpose, but you always find yourself there when Yedam is working.. what a coincidence!

he always brings you a new drink to try, always with a saucer so you don't spill your drinks over your notes.

"i think you'll like this one. based on your reviews of all the drinks i've given you this past few days, this time of flavour seems to match your taste. it's a flavoured tea latte this time!" he tells you one day as he sets another drink down.

his grin makes you dizzy and you smile awkwardly at him as you take a sip.

"it's really good," you say.

you watch Yedam try to hold in his laughter. his eyes gloss over as he tears up while doing so.

"huh?" you ask.

"you've got foam on your lips..." he says quietly, right away wiping it off with his thumb. he slips the thumb into his mouth, and the way he does everything so naturally gives you butterflies.

at this point, you have no more doubts. Yedam is definitely flirting with you.

at first, you thought he was just some kind of playboy, but you've noticed he only acts this way with you. while he throws brief smiles and speaks warmly to other customers, his winks, grins, and him literally touching your lips are not things he does with other people.

you even talked about it with Haruto the other day. yes, Haruto! you finally got to meet the café's pretty boy, and he's actually a great listener.

he told you that, just between you and Haruto, Yedam definitely feels some type of way about you.

"he knows what time you'll come in so he always makes sure the spot you usually sit at is clean, and that your favourite songs are playing. nothing is by chance when you walk into the café anymore. he does everything for you."

thinking about Haruto's words makes you shiver, not in a bad way but because you're so overwhelmed with Yedam'a attention to detail.. and again, overwhelmed in a good way.

"are you cold? should i lower the ac?" Yedam asks immediately, worry flooding his face.

"no, no!" you say, trying to explain that your shiver didn't mean anything.

yet, before you know it, Yedam's jacket is hanging on your shoulders.

"oh.." you say.

"don't catch a cold while you study, y/n," Yedam tells you, going back behind the counter.

-

you manage to get some studying done despite being lost in your thoughts about Yedam and his flirting. once you decide you should take a study break, you lean back in your chair and stretch, then standing up to talk to Yedam for a bit to pass the time.

"how's it going?" he asks while wiping the counter.

"pretty good! i've been getting a lot done.. i actually feel ready for my exams!"

Yedam smiles and it feels like the sun is shining.

"i'm so glad.. you've been working so hard!" he says.

suddenly, he stops wiping and his expression turns more serious. he looks at the counrer as he tells you, "after your exams are done, will you agree to do something with me?"

"do what?" you ask.

"go on a date," Yedam replies, shyly for someone who's been nonstop flirting with you.

"oh.. i'd actually like that!" you say.

Yedam smiles, a blush coating his cheeks.

"just tell me when your last exam is. i can pick you up and we'll go eat something good together," he says.

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Taglist: @memilimey8 , @tangylemonade , @reydsworld

[farewelln3verland]

Teume Cafe Mini-Series Masterlist

pairings: yedam x reader, mashiho x reader (choose your own ending)

a/n: i'm so so so excited to say that @milkybonya and I will be creating a mini series together! it'll be a choose your own ending, with yedam, mashiho, or you ending up alone as the finish! stay tuned!

Teaser: The Intro

Part 1: I Just Met You...But You Mocha Me Crazy

Part 2: I Think I Like You a Latte

Mashiho Ending: We're Meant to Bean

Yedam Ending: Sereni-Tea

Taglist: @memilimey8 , @tangylemonade (please, feel free to join!)

[haespoir]

try again: ldh.

never not, pt 2!

⨯ pairing: ex!haechan x reader

⨯ word count: 1.4k 

⨯ summary: sleeping with your ex wasn't the best idea when you're too much of a coward to face him after. thankfully, haechan's anger seems to be enough courage for the both of you.

⨯ warnings: uhmmm no content warnings that i can think of... fluff n angst is all i've got.. haechan is desperate and reader gives in easily... just like me fr

⨯ playlist: try again, jaehyun / clementine, grantperez / wayo, bang yedam / universe, thuy 

⨯ extra content: part one

⨯ a/n: finally... part two is here!!! i hope you guys enjoy it.. i wanted to include more angst... but i couldn't do it. feedback is always greatly appreciated 🩵

. . .

Waking up to an empty bed has Haechan livid, like absolutely enraged. No one could calm the male down, not that they even wanted to try. It was an unspoken rule to just let Haechan feel his emotions; the male felt everything so intensely that it was useless to even attempt to help. 

He couldn’t believe it. If there weren’t bruises scattered along his neck, he would have believed it was some horribly fucked up dream. It was so cruel of you to leave him like this. Even if he had more than a few drinks the night before, he was honest and true in his intentions of wanting to talk. Maybe somewhere along the way the execution was messed up, but he was determined. 

Which is why he gives himself time to cool off. Barging into your apartment when he was seeing red was not a wise decision, he knew that much at least. Haechan was not the same immature kid he was when you guys began dating, and he wanted to prove that to you. 

He did. 

He really did. 

But old habits die hard. 

haechan [1:05 pm]: i gave you three hours since i’ve woken up  haechan [1:05 pm]: answer the damn phone  haechan [1:05 pm]: you’re not getting off the hook that easily haechan [1:30 pm]: don’t leave me on read  haechan [1:30 pm]: i know where you live  you [1:31 pm]: is that a threat?  haechan [1:32 pm]: it doesn’t have to be  haechan [1:32 pm]: talk to me haechan [1:32 pm]: please  you [1:36 pm]: tomorrow  haechan [1:39 pm]: not a fucking chance  haechan [1:40 pm]: i'm coming over you [1:50 pm]: the code is the same

You weren’t sure how you were going to prepare for this one. The walk of shame out of Haechan’s room was already enough emotional torment for the day. You weren’t ready to face him. You couldn’t think of a single excuse, and you knew Haechan was ready to eat you alive. 

Before you can even stop it, the tears begin to pool. You don’t even attempt to fight it as you sit on your couch, the tears rapidly decorating your cheeks. How did you tell your first love that you were a coward? How did you tell him that you loved him so intensely it scared you? At some point during your first year of college, you had begun to spiral when every icebreaker in a class involved Haechan. 

What do you like doing? 

Hmm, you usually watched your boyfriend's game with his friends.

Who’s your closest friend? 

Oh easy, Haechan. 

Girls night? 

Sorry, you were hanging out with Haechan. 

Being so dependent on him was terrifying, but you knew that you couldn’t stop. So you had to cut him off; there were probably better ways to go about it, but you didn’t give it much thought. 

It was so unfair to him. 

You can’t even begin to fall down that rabbit hole because there’s a sudden pressure on the couch next to you. Haechan was faster than you thought; in fact, it was probably a record speed for Haechan to arrive somewhere. He was someone who enjoyed being fashionably late, anything to make a grand entrance. However, for once, he decides to enter quietly. After all, the fact that the code to your apartment was still his birthday was something that he hoped had more meaning than just being a memorable set of numbers. 

“Why are you crying?” You flinch visibly at his tone. You remind yourself that you did this to yourself. Haechan had months of pent-up frustration, and you were prepared to take the entire thing. 

That was a lie, by the way. 

Because you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. “Do you want a snack? I bought some clementines recently.” You’re deflecting; you both know it. Without giving him a chance to even reply, you rush to the kitchenette in your studio apartment. Once you’re far enough, you steal a glance at Haechan. 

Seeing him spread on your couch like that squeezed your heart in ways you could not describe. He looked like he belonged there, like there was no place in the world better than your couch in your small apartment for him to be. Even now when you feared that this would turn into a screaming match and that you both would be left with a hurting heart once again, you knew that you would always love the man who sat in your living room. 

He was your universe, your everything. The fact that two years had gone by did not change the connection between you two. It was like you had never left his side; you were his perfect puzzle piece. 

And you prayed, as you gathered a few clementines and a plate, that you hadn’t ruined it completely. 

Once you’re seated next to him again, you allow yourself the small distraction of peeling the citrus for him. Without realizing it, you’re both sitting in silence; you’re peeling the small fruit and handing each piece to Haechan. It’s like you’ve fallen into a familiar routine. He takes each piece of fruit without much thought, savoring the tart flavor. He swears it tastes best when you’re peeling it for him, even going as far as to remove the pith for him. He always complained that the small strings were too bitter. Someone as sweet as him shouldn’t be eating it, you used to say. 

Unknowingly, Haechan’s anger seems to disappear as the nostalgia creeping through his body appears. After all, he was always him when he was with you. 

“Why did you do it?” His voice is small when he speaks as if eating had drained him of all the anger coursing through his veins. 

“I had to. You consumed my every waking thought,” you reply, feeling the tears beginning to well up. “It’s such a shitty excuse, I know. But I should not be in my general ed classes thinking of marrying my high school sweetheart.” Your attempt at a joke is poor because it’s true. That was something you both knew; there were many nights where you two had laid in his bed, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders as you discussed married life. 

But when you realized just how deep you were, you became scared. Terrified. It was so overwhelming to be in love with someone like Donghyuck. The fear of the unknown had beaten you down. 

“That’s so unfair, and you know it,” he says in disbelief. So he was right last night. “I had spent so many months thinking I did something wrong; that there was something wrong with me. You made me think I was unlovable.” 

Your heart breaks into a million pieces at his words. Had you done that to him? How could he even look at you right now? 

“Oh, Hyuck,” you sniffled, letting his nickname slip into your vocabulary as if it had never left. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your hands are cupping his face, wiping the tears that spilled from his eyes. Your fingers smelled of citrus as you wiped his tears. At that moment, your love was an offering of your soul and sincerity, an act that spoke volumes to him. “Forgive me,” it declared, “I love you so dearly.” 

“That has never been the case. I don’t think there’s a single person who hasn’t fallen in love with you at least once in their life.” You can only hope your sincerity reaches him.  

“Well, there’s Renjun…” You roll your eyes at his attempt to be humorous, feeling a bit better knowing that whatever was going on in his head wasn’t bad enough for him to not crack a joke. 

Without a word, Haechan is wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his head into your shoulder. “What about you?” he murmurs. “How many times have you fallen in love with me?” 

You chew your lip, not fighting your instinct when your hands go to his hair. “I don’t think I could count,” you say. “I fall in love with you every day.” 

“Even now?” 

You hum, pressing a small kiss to the crown of his head. “Even now.” 

That seems to satisfy him. Quickly, he’s pushing onto the couch, the plate of citrus quickly forgotten as he cuddles into your side. “We’ll be alright, right?” It’s a question, but you think it’s more for him than it is for you. You hum again, intertwining your fingers with his. “I want to try again.” 

This time you don’t fight it. After all, you were his clementine. His inevitable lover. 

[alohajun]

[💎] ────────── TREASURE

[ makeout sessions ] | [ student tutors ] | [ dance ] | [ hoodie : hyung + middle line ] | [ hoodie : maknae line ] | [ meeting your grownups ] | [ home from tour ] | [ jealous ] | [ calling their full name ] | [ removing your promise ring ] | [ uncomfortable ] | [ fights ] | [ south asian s/o ] | [ wiping their kiss ] | [ shivering ] | [ silent treatment ]

[🐷] ────────── CHOI HYUNSUK

─ happy anniversary to me :: [smau]

─ death of me :: [crack, fluff, suggestive]

─ rainbow cheetah :: [best friends au, platonic fluff, crack]

─ 친구, 내 남자친구 :: [established relationship, angst, fluff]

[🐼] ────────── PARK JIHOON

─ wanna eat ramen with me? :: [love at first sight, crack-fluff]

─ the yellow jacket biker :: [angst, fluff]

─ anxiety and relief :: [all of us are dead au, angst, fluff]

─ halloween shenanigans :: [best friends au, platonic fluff, crack]

─ 2AM kisses :: [established relationship, suggestive]

[🐯] ────────── KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

─ pickup lines :: [fluff, confession au]

─ more fun with you :: [fluff, blind date au]

— happy endings :: [established relationship, fluff]

[🐨] ────────── KIM JUNKYU

─ like magic :: [harry potter au, fluff, confession au]

— good news :: [established relationship, fluff]

— love to me :: [unrequited love, best friends au, angst]

[🐹] ────────── TAKATA MASHIHO

─ tteokbokki feasts and i love yous :: [established relationship, fluff]

─ marry you :: [fluff, proposal au]

─ stay with me :: [exes to lovers]

[🦁] ────────── YOON JAEHYUK

— i won't get hurt, i promise :: [angst, fluff, best friends au]

─ you promised you wouldn't get hurt :: [angst, best friends au]

─ really too nice :: [comfort, fluff]

— i'm all yours :: [established relationship, fluff]

[🤖] ────────── HAMADA ASAHI

─ my savior :: [angst, fluff]

— i love you, little one :: [parents au, fluff]

[🦊] ────────── BANG YEDAM

— cotton candy kisses :: [noona romance, fluff]

— cuddles and tea :: [established relationship, fluff]

— bonita-nita 네가 :: [platonic fluff]

[🐰] ────────── KIM DOYOUNG

─ graduation confession :: [academic rivals to lovers, confession au]

─ say kimchi :: [mysterious class au, established relationship, fluff]

─ piano :: [friends to lovers, fluff]

─ i'm sorry :: [angst, established relationship]

[🦙] ────────── WATANABE HARUTO

— how well can you dance? :: [mysterious class au, fluff, crack]

— being adorable :: [established relationship, fluff]

— ice-cream store oneesan :: [strangers to friends, fluff]

— ice-cream store oneesan ii :: [friends to lovers, confession au]

[🐺] ────────── PARK JEONGWOO

─ not meant to be :: [angst, fluff, break up au (sorta)]

─ the seven stages of falling for your best friend :: [angst, fluff]

─ crimson glory :: [established relationship, crack, fluff]

─ as a man :: [noona romance, fluff, pining, confession au]

[🐮] ────────── SO JUNGHWAN

─ love is dead :: [established relationship, fluff, angst]

— pretty you :: [strangers to friends, fluff]

— clingy :: [established relationship, fluff, angst]

━━━━━━━ © 2023 ALOHAJUN

[jikjinz]

͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [WELCOME TO JIKJINZ'S TREASURE MASTERLIST] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

these works may contain MATURE CONTENT and therefore, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DON'T INTERACT!!!

KEY: m - mature/smut; a - angst; f - fluff; c - crack/humour; sg - suggestive

CHOI HYUNSUK

I'VE BEEN WAITING (m) (f) (a)

yours truly, the innocent angel! (sg)

princess treatment! (sg)

five-star michelin (m)

PARK JIHOON

nothing yet...

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

facesitting with yoshi (m)

KIM JUNKYU

YOU, I LOVE YOU! (f)(a)

heart eyes (a)(m)

cause i'm like yes & no (m)

YOON JAEHYUK

nothing yet...

HAMADA ASAHI

nothing yet...

KIM DOYOUNG

MOOD FOR LOVE (m)

you got me starin' like a fool! (m)

say it, darlin'! (m)

cause i'm like yes & no (m)

BANG YEDAM

pretty when you cry (m)

TAKATA MASHIHO

nothing yet...

WHOLE GROUP

perv! treasure headcanons (m)

treasure overstimulating their partners (m)

@ jikjinz & sha-la-la, do not repost or translate without permission !

[acaiasahi]

✶ be with me ; bang yedam.

synopsis. yedam's lyrics have to mean something, and that something just so happens to be you.

info. fluff. bang yedam x gn! reader. 1,010 words.

warnings. grammatical errors, structural errors, proof read-ish lol, lowercase and smaller text intended!

[ now playing . . . ] be with me by treasure.

the soft breeze flows through your hair, the tree you're frequently sitting under blocking the sun's heat from meeting your skin.

sighing you put your book down and turn your attention to the clear blue sky above you. "everything all right?" you hear yedam ask.

turning your head, you meet his curious gaze. nothing but calmness washing over his features as he continues to wait for your answer. trying to figure what to say, ultimately decided to nod your head.

yedam purses his lips, nodding along slowly before he looks away. "could you by chance help me with this?" he asks you, gesturing to the notebook perched up on his thigh. you quickly scoot closer to him on the picnic blanket before asking to grab the notebook. he lets out a soft hum.

"i've been having a hard time with these lyrics, i'm not sure how to write out the feeling, if that makes sense?" he mutters. you read the lyrics on the paper.

i can't help it,

it seems like the last train already left.

that's very, very nice,

i have no choice but to protect you.

"these are good lyics, damie" you quickly look up at him, he waves you off with a quick 'thanks' before yedam's eyes return back to the scribble-filled notebook.

"what do you want it to be about?" you ask him, eyes still looking at the clouds floating.

"about protecting someone, y'know, someone you love?" he says nonchalantly. finally looking at him, silence consumes you two before breaking out into laughter.

you watch as he throws his head back, hand covering his mouth before clapping. you gently push his arm, "you're so corny!"

through your happy exterior, you couldn't help but wonder who the lyrics were about.

"not to boost your huge ego, but you're really talented." you tell him with a breathy laugh. he nods meekly, a bloom-like hue making it's way onto his cheeks.

picking up the notebook and pencil, "mind if i write something?" you ask. "sure, y/n." he responds back, eyeing you closely.

on a windy night, under the black sky,

i'm worried where you're going.

a full moon rises, on the way home,

the wolves will grab you and go.

be with me.

handing the book back to him, he looks over the words intently. "these are amazing, y/n!" he looks up at you, astonishment written all over his face.

and as he sits there, he thinks the same as you. who were the lyrics for?

now, you're the one blushing and waving his praises off as if he were lying. he lets out a drawn on "eh!" before pushing your arm like you did before.

collapsing onto the blanket, you continue your journey of watching and naming different clouds as they pass you by. unbeknownst to you, yedam watches you intently.

he loves the way your eyes dart from side to side, hands on your stomach, and watching the blue sky above. he loves the way you mutter to yourself and get lost in your thoughts.

"that one kinda looks like a chicken, n-no! maybe a turkey?" you whisper to yourself, closing your eyes to help yourself make out the picture behind your eye-lids.

you feel the space next to be filled as yedam lays close next to you, shoulder to shoulder. "which cloud are you talking about?" he asks, you point up to the one towards the middle.

"that one! do you see it?" you ask, "it looks more like a chicken to me" he says, laugh booming loudly.

turning his head to look at your side profile, he realizes just how breathtaking you are. don't get him wrong, he always thought you, his best friend, were pretty but when he started seeing you as beautiful, it was safe to say that he was an absolute goner.

you sigh dreamily at the fluffy cotton shaped clouds, closing and draping your arm on your eyes upon feeling the soft breeze once more.

yedam wasn't sure what took over him but as he continued to watch you breathe softly, your chest rising up and down, he felt himself have the sudden urge to be even closer to you.

scooting unbelievably closer, he hesitantly intertwines his hand with yours. it was almost like puzzle had gotten unlocked, the way yours fit perfectly in his.

it was like it was meant to be.

removing your forearm from your eyes, you slowly open them while simultaneously lifting your linked hands.

you look at the sight in front of you with a blank face causing yedam to feel like he'd messed up. he quickly made the decision to pull away but before he could, you lift his hand to your mouth, giving it a quick peck before putting it back down.

still looking at you, his face flushes a love-washed tint. your eyes never leave the sky but the blush on your face tells yedam that you're just as big of a mess as he is.

you turn your head to look at him, "you have to be the prettiest boy i've ever met in my entire life," you blurt out to him.

dropping his hand, you cover your mouth. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that, bu-but i'm not lying." you stutter out, watching as the blush only grows wider upon the apples of his cheeks.

"the song's about you, i want to protect you. i love you." he says, watching you closely at the words he's so desperately been wanting to tell you.

hand still on your mouth, your jaw drops at his words. the sudden urge to just hug him being too much to bare. sitting up, yedam follows you in fear for your next words.

you catch him off guard by tackling him in a bear hug. "i love you too, since forever!" you whine out, hugging him tighter as if were going to slip away. he kisses your forehead, nuzzling his head into your hair.

★ treasure taglist. @yogurteume ... @tayhunwoo ... @h4chi ... @enhacolor ... @wonluvrbot ... @byeongsung ... @rutowonz ... @setakdongies ... @ncizen ... @saeromiz ... @kyufilms ... @sunoo-bby ... @dancinginthetaillight ... @sseastar-main ... @seung-scrittore ... @changmin-wrlds

[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. sorry for kinda just falling off the face of the earth, i just got super paranoid. i hated that whole ordeal, it made me anxious and i didn't want to continue to feel uneasy on an app that makes me happy. especially when i feel anxiety every day. it sucked, but i'm attempting to chill out and start writing again. thank you for being patient, and i appreciate you all checking in on me. <3

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[wooahaes]

ranunculus

pairing: non-idol!yedam x gn!reader

prompt: ... the boy next door from here.

word count: 1.5k~

warnings: n/a

daisy’s notes: i firmly stand by the fact that even if he wasn’t an idol, yedam would be invested in music. both his parents are singers, the dude is talented as hell: there is no way he wouldn’t do something. also sowwy if this is bad-

Yedam had known you for roughly a year and a half at this point. The day you had moved in, he had been sent next door to greet you since you were his own age. He’d been happy to do it, in all honesty, and equally as happy to befriend you in the end. You were new, you hadn’t had a big move like this before, and you’d been more than relieved to find out that Yedam went to where you’d soon be attending school. He had quickly become your lifeline in situations, and soon enough he’d become one of your closest friends... at least in the beginning. You met other people (with his help, since it almost felt like everyone knew Yedam), you made friends, you adjusted easily enough. Even though you made friends with other people, Yedam was always a short walk away and you found yourself hanging around his house often. He’d show you the lyrics he’d work on, sometimes scribbled on the back of his notes or on grades he’d received back. Sometimes he’d sing for you, if you were lucky. He liked the way you lit up when he sang, bubbling with praise at how pretty his voice was. It always made him flustered, but you were so genuine when you praised him that he couldn’t help but savor the pretty look in your eyes whenever he shared things like that with you.

Maybe it was sometime around the first time he actually sang for you that he started falling, around a year into your friendship. He hadn’t realized it at the time, or for a while after it. It took one of his friends pointing out the sappy look on his face whenever you were around. At first, he denied it. You were his friend. You were still kind of new, he was just watching over you since you were his neighbor. Even though you spent plenty of time at his house, hanging out in his room, playing video games with him or complaining about classwork... you were a friend, and just a friend, and nothing more. He liked... someone else. Totally, completely, definitely not you.

It was a week after that that he realized that, maybe, he did like you. A little more than a friend. He liked the cute look on your face whenever you saw an animal on your walk home with him, the little gasp you’d always do and then he’d always have to watch you try to coax it toward you. It worked maybe half the time on stray cats, and he had plenty of pictures from the times you managed to get one to let you pet it. He thought the way you’d call him “Damie” was cute, especially when you had that playful glimmer in your eyes when you did it, because it was almost always when you were teasing him a little. He liked the way he could let you read over lyrics and get honest feedback about whether lines made sense. It was cute to watch you furrow your brows as you read, and he always found it cute when you’d look up at him and ask him to sing it for you.

“It sounds better when you sing it,” you always said. He thought you were just trying to get him to sing for you, but he’d always sing whatever you asked him to. Then you’d always nod, and smile, and answer with a “Yeah. It’s perfect, Damie.”

He resorted to searching online. Every single website he read pointed to the obvious, neon-lit sign saying that he was falling for you. Whether that was love or simply a crush, nothing could answer it for him: that was something he’d have to figure out for himself. But maybe, he decided, he did like you... in that way. If he had to admit it to anyone, he could admit it to himself.

It was only after one of his friends said they were pretty sure you liked him back that he decided he’d make the first move. He was supposed to, right? It felt right. So he went and bought you flowers. The lady working in the store had given him a strange look when he bypassed roses and tulips and all the cliche things, his attention fully caught by the pretty yellow buttercups he’d seen. He only had enough for a small bouquet, but the lady wrapped them for him and wished him luck.

He took the bus home, holding the flowers securely in his lap. An inquisitive woman prodded him for details, asking if he was giving those to his girlfriend. He shook his head, denied it, and said he was hoping to impress someone. It was a sweet enough notion to care, and sweeter when she wished him luck when he pressed the button close to his stop. Soon enough, he was on the sidewalk heading back to your home.

Soon enough, he had knocked. He knew your parents were off at work, and he could hear you making your way through the house, calling out. He looked down at the flowers in his hands, fiddling with the bouquet a little just to make it look nicer. Neater. Prettier, since it was for you.

Before he could figure out what to say, you had opened the door. He looked up from the bouquet, brows raising a little as he grew flustered. He lowered the bouquet, stammered out a quiet “hey” and then prayed that he didn’t look like a fool in front of you already. You’d seen him like that plenty of times: this had been the one time he needed you to see him more as goofy, sweet Yedam from next door who had a pretty voice.

You stared at the bouquet for a moment, before looking back at his face. “Those are pretty,” you finally said after a moment. “If you were going to give them to someone, you really should have waited until before school--”

He shook his head, mouth dry and voice refusing to work for a moment. “They’re--” he started, and then he could feel how hot his face had grown. “They’re for you.”

And then it was your turn to become flustered, apparently. You let out a quiet “Oh.” as you reached out, and he passed them to you before immediately tucking his hands behind his back. “That’s... sweet.” He watched the way you looked back at him, embarrassment written everywhere. “Um... Why?” And then you panicked, shifting the flowers into one hand as you waved the other, “Not that I don’t like them! They’re really pretty, Damie, and I really like them, and--I just wanna know... Why are you giving me flowers?”

Ah. This was the hard part. Maybe in a perfect world, he would have written you a song, too, and told you that way. It’d be cheesy, but it was easier to put his feelings into lyrics. “I...” He rocked back and forth on his heels for a moment, and he swore his heart was about to burst considering how fast it was beating. “I think you’re sweet.”

“Oh.” You widened your eyes. “Okay?”

“And I really like you.” He finally met your gaze again, and nearly shrank back in embarrassment saying it aloud. He hadn’t meant to add in the “really,” and yet... Instead of apologizing for that little slip up, he looked away, trying to hide the shy smile that had involuntarily came up. “Ah. Um. Sorry,” he shook his head. “Sorry, that’s a lot--”

You had hugged him, careful of the flowers in your arms. One arm around his shoulders, pulling him in for an admittedly awkward hug. He raised his arms, careful to brace both you and him from tumbling awkwardly back. After a moment, you drew back, immediately looking back to the flowers to make sure you hadn’t accidentally crushed them. After a moment, you held them to your chest.

“I like you too, Yedam.” You said, face heating up. “Sorry. I thought it was just a silly crush because you were really nice, but then it never went away, and I thought you didn’t like me back, so--” The flowers’ stems crunched a little underneath your grasp, and you gasped. “Oh! No, shoot--I didn’t mean to--”

“Do you want to go out?” He distracted you with ease, and he liked the cute look on your face as your brows shot up. “For ice cream?”

You smiled softly in response, gaze warm as you looked at him. With a shy nod, you admitted “I’d like that a lot” and seemed to forget the damage done. “Actually... Can I come over? We could play video games or something.”

“I’d like that,” he said, that same gentle tone taking over his words. It wasn’t much, but it was a first step.

And if that was a first step, the cute way you held his hand on the short walk next door was definitely a second one.

[lavenderbang]

Scary!

Bang Yedam x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint, short fic

Warning(s): mentions of throwing up, Yedam is scared, that’s about it though

Summary: Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come to an amusement park when your boyfriend gets queasy at the thought of rides...

A/N: Got inspired by the one T-map episode where the boys go to Lotte World and Yedam is too afraid to go on any rides. This is a short one, since I spontaneously decided to write.

Everyone, the loml <3

“Aahhh, Please...” Yedam sighed, tucking his head into your shoulder as the grip he had on your arm tightened. The ride you were on was slowing to a halt, but that didn’t stop your boyfriend from clutching onto you like he was dying.

The boys had gone out to an amusement park and Yedam decided to invite you along, wanting to have a bit of fun and knowing you wouldn’t pass up the opprotunity to go to an amusement part. However, what you did not account for was the fact that Yedam was afraid of most of the rides.

“That was killer!” Hyunsuk cheered, hands pumping in the air, “Lets go one more time!”

“No, absolutely not!” Yedam quickly answered, unbuckling the seat belt and scurrying off the ride, yanking you with him in the process. He finally let go when you were at the exit of the ride, taking a deep breath as his knees wobbled. The rest of the boys followed behind, a aura of joy and excitement around them as they discussed the next ride the wanted to go on.

“You alright, Damie?” You cooed softly, smoothing his wind-swept hair back into place, “That one was really fun, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, sure...” He said weakly, “Just not my taste, y’know..?” Your boyfriend had calmed down a bit since being on the last ride, but he still had all the colour drained from his features. 

“We should go on the roller coaster next!” Jeongwoo exclaimed, pointing in a direction in front of you where the distance screams of happiness could be heard.

“I’ve never been on that one.” Haruto chimed in, causing Jeongwoo to grab him by the hand, pulling the Japanese boy forward, and saying “All the more reason to go!” There was a general rumble of agreement from the group and you started making your way towards the entrance of the roller coaster.

“I love roller coasters,” You revealed, intertwining your hand with Yedam as you walked, smile bright on your face, “They are my favourite.”

“Why?” Yedam asked, shuddering, “They are scary...”

“That’s the fun of it!” You exclaimed, swinging Yedam’s hand as you walked, “Its exciting and adrenaline inducing and fun.”

“Sounds like not my cup of tea...” Yedam mumbled, chewing his bottom lip and looking at his feet. You felt bad for him, as it wasn’t easy for him to get on the rides, especially when he’s afraid.

“Are you gonna be okay?” You asked, leaning closer to your boyfriend. He looked at you and gave you the brightest smile he could muster.

“Yeah I’ll be okay. It’s just my nerves getting the better of me.” He explained, squeezing your hand. You leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, making him smile even wider.

“Alright lovebirds, you’ll make me be sick before the rides do.” Jihoon teased, passing you both to go into the entrance of the roller coaster line, which caused Yedam to stop right in his tracks

Now that you were in front of the actual coaster, it was a bit intimidating. It shot you out of a tunnel at the very beginning, only for the track to climb and dip to what could have been the moon for all you knew. and in the very middle was a two loops, right in a row.

“How long is the wait line for this?” Junkyu whined, shoulders slumping with a frown painting his features at the line of people.

“The sign says only fifteen minutes.” Jaehyuk pointed out on a sign at the queue entrance turning back to the group, “So we waiting for it or what.”

“It’s not that long, so I say its worth it.” Junghwan said, to which the other boys nodded in agreement.

You all lined up in the queue, and while the boys talked about seating arrangements, you felt the hand in your tighten the longer you waited. You glanced over at Yedam, who looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Hey baby, are you alright?” You frowned, cupping his face with your other hand. He was busy focusing on the coaster, speeding around through the track and the shouts from the people on board. He simply hummed in response, finally looking at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He said simply looking back at the ride as you shuffled forward in line. You knew better than to believe your boyfriend’s words, as you could see the subtle things like the way his hand held the sleeve of his sweater and the anxious bounce of his leg.

Your group had finally got to the front of the line, and you felt Yedam stop dead in his tracks, hand clutching yours so hard his knuckles turned a ghostly shade. The rest of the boys started loading onto the coaster getting situated but your boyfriend stood frozen at the front of the line, eyes widened in fear.

“What’s the holdup?” Jeongwoo asked, before his eyes landed on the two of you, “Hey! Hurry up slowpokes! We wanna ride the coaster while we are still young!”

“(Y/N)...” Yedam said, his voice weak and shaky as he let go of your hand and backed up, “I-”

“You don’t have to ride, its okay!” You smiled, “Come over this way.” You lead him over to the side by the exit.

“I’m sorry but I can’t, it’s too scary.” He apologized, holding his hand in a tight fist while looking over your shoulder at the roller coaster filled with his friends, “You’ll have to ride without-”

“Have fun boys! don’t forget to scream loud!” You cheered at the coaster, waving at the boys as the ride started up with a hiss. You turned back to Yedam, who was leaned against the wall and staring blackly at you.

“Why didn’t you go without me? You said the roller coaster was your favourite...” He asked, eyes searching your face for any sign of disappointment only to find pure adoration resting in your eyes.

“It is, but you’re my favourite too, and I’d much rather hang out with you than go on some silly roller coaster.” You said simply, looping you arm through Yedam’s and pulling through the exit, “Come on.”

You walked outside to see the boys at the peak of the coaster track, but Yedam couldn’t stop staring at you, feeling a swell in his chest. It was something so small, but it meant so much to him he couldn’t help but pull you into a tight hug, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You held him close too, soothing his back.

“What was that for?” You chuckled, squeezing him tighter.

“You know I love you right?” Yedam whispered fondly, which brought you butterflies in your stomach. You hummed back an ‘I love you too’, feeling your face heat up from the sudden pda and confession. When you finally parted, Yedam placed a quick peck on you lips and grabbed onto your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Come on, lets go do something fun.” He said, a newfound life in his tone before nodding towards the carousel, “We should take photos in front of the carousel!”

“Sounds good to me, baby.” You agreed, only for Yedam to smile and whisper under his breath “A pretty background for my pretty sweetheart.”

He didn’t mean for you to hear it, but you did. You would give up roller coasters all together if it meant you were able to make your boyfriend this happy and if it meant you were able to see his love-sick, heartfelt expression forever.

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A/N: I have a lot of fics in the works, but I was thinking about Bang Yedam and I decided to write this anyways. I hope you liked it (if you did, consider looking at my other works too!)

[pixieminutes]

can i get a yedam fluff with prompts #47, #55, and #86 🥺💞💖

방예담 + #47 + #55 + #86

22:34 - “y/n, i’m so sorry, practise ran over i—”

“yedamie,” you smiled sleepily, stretching your arm out from under the covers.

yedam’s worries and stress seeped away as he stared at your tired face, “hi, love. i’ll just get changed, okay? then i’ll join you.”

though you hummed lightly in response, by the time yedam had got out of his sweaty practise gear and into his pyjamas, you’d fallen back asleep in his bed, wrapped in his blankets and one of his old jumpers.

with a small smile, yedam joined you under the covers, laying his head on the pillow beside yours as he slung his arm over your waist, stroking your skin gently.

“i’m so glad you exist,” he whispered.

a small sigh came from your lips as you shifted your body, more snuggled against the pillow.

yedam chuckled, moving his hand up to swipe your hair out your face, “sleepyhead. you’re the most beautiful being i’ve ever laid my eyes on; i could look at you forever.”

you groaned, smushing your face into your boyfriend’s chest.

“okay, okay,” yedam laughed, kissing the top of your head, “i’ll shut up.”

[milkybonya]

Teume Cafe Part 2: I think I like you a latte

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written by milky :]

_♡_

That night, you decide it’s time to stay up, stay awake, and grind it out for finals. The mocha you had was still keeping you awake (was it the mocha or was it Mashiho and the Teume cafe?) so you took that as a sign to get to work.

You have everything laid out. Your book, your notes, your pens, your laptop. You even have a random episode of Racket Boys playing--hearing the soundtrack and the characters’ voices is somehow your white noise for studying.

So you’re ready! You’re all set!! So… why isn’t it working? You stare at the words on your notes and your vision blurs, your mouth hangs open and your mind goes right back to the Teume cafe. Mashiho and his gorgeous hair...no! You have to study. But, you’re so curious. You want to meet Haruto to judge for yourself if he deserves the Cafe Prince award. And who was Yedam, hiding in the shadows?

This wasn’t going to work.

You get up, pack your things and head to the Teume Cafe. Heck, if you were going to spend your precious study time thinking about the café, then might as well just head there. You check their hours online first, and seeing they’re open late, you sigh in relief before continuing on your journey.

When you get there, you’re suddenly nervous. You can see inside--someone else is at the counter instead of Mashiho, but his silhouette looks familiar. Yedam?

Your curiosity overtakes your nervousness and you storm inside.

“Welcome to Teume Cafe--oh! Weren’t you here earlier today?” Yedam asks.

Gosh, the way he grins at you, the way his soft locks are falling into his eyes has you feeling dizzy. Why is every worker here so damn pretty?

“I was… and you must be Yedam,” you say, somewhat shyly.

Yedam’s cheeks are dusted pink as he replies, “either you saw me this morning, too, or you’re just reading my name tag.”

“Name tag? Oh, I didn’t even see it!”

Yedam laughs, leaning against the counter.

“So, what can I get for you? Another mocha?”

Your heart races. He remembered your order?! Even while he was sat in the corner when you came in?

“A-actually.. I think I’m down to try something else,” you say, “something that pairs well with the strawberry creme scone.”

“I’d suggest a nutella latte! It’ll be like having nutella and strawberries,” Yedam explains.

You nod, “I’ll try it!”

Yedam punches in the order and fetches the scone for you, neatly placing it on a plate.

“Just be careful with how much coffee you have in a day,” he says sweetly, pushing the scone towards you.

“Are you seriously concerned about me right now?” you ask in disbelief.

Yedam shrugs.

“As much as you want to come see us, one cup of coffee a day should be the max. If you come more than once, get a tea or smoothie the second time!”

“You’re the one who suggested the nutella latte,” you say, playfully squinting at the boy who hasn’t stopped smiling at you.

“You’re the one who asked for suggestions to pair with the scone… and you didn’t have to get a latte!” Yedam points out, tilting his head to one side.

You shake your head at the boy and go take a seat, pulling out your notes.

“If you’re here to study, I’ll be your DJ for the night!” Yedam calls from behind the counter as he makes your drink.

Suddenly, the music changes to something calmer, something easy to study to. You’re so focused on your notes that you don’t hear Yedam calling out to you with your order. He brings it to you and you stare at the latte art--is it a heart or are you hallucinating?

“Good luck!” he tells you with a smile.

As you study, Yedam cleans up and shuts off the machines, but not once does he tell you to leave because they’re closing. Even when an hour has passed since they’re closing time, he sits there, headphones on and stealing glances at you every now and then. He only approaches you to wake you up once you’ve fallen asleep, telling you to go home.

He only closes the Teume cafe after he sees you’ve safely left.

_♡_

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Teume Cafe Part 1: I Just Met You...But You Mocha Me Crazy

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written by reyd

Finals. The one thing about school that everyone around the world became stressed about.

Walking through the almost empty streets, you sighed, your gaze trailing over the abandoned shops and pathways as you silently cursed yourself. What made you decide to stay up to binge your favorite show?

Well, you did know, it was the one, the only, Mr. Choi Hyunwook. His skater boy vibe in the show was just too cute to resist. But you could have waited an evening to revel in the show and his beauty. But alas, there was nothing you could do now, but suffer sleepily through the day. But then, your tired eyes came to rest on a small wooden sign, pointing you to a small coffee shop named the ‘Teume Cafe’. The outside was nothing special, it resembled pretty much every cafe you'd ever been to: a brick building with tinted windows and a black streetlight with warm, muted lighting.

There was something so inviting about it that made you wonder: should you stop? You hadn’t had coffee in a long time, and it could really help you get through the day. And so, here you are, opening the door to the place.

“Hi! Welcome in!” A cheery voice called through the building. Your eyes moved through the empty shop (save for a lone shadowy figure hunched over an ipad) and came to a young man leaning his arms on the counter. Besides his cute voice, he was a relatively small person, with wavy caramel brown hair and marigold highlights. His eyes- even though you were a respectable distance from him- sparkled through the dimly lit cafe. “Today’s special is a Strawberry Creme scone, do you want to try that?” He asked as you got closer.

“I’m not sure, does it pair well with a mocha?” You named your favorite caffeinated drink. Or- what you remember as your favorite. It’d been a little over two years since you’d had it, instead opting for a black tea or hot chocolate.

“Uh- not really, no. I’d probably go with a Chocolate Chip muffin.” He reached for a decadent, moist-looking muffin, then stopped, silently asking if that's what you wanted.

“I’d like to try it, then, please.” You gave him as much of a smile as you could muster, and he smiled back at you, but his was a full force smile that seemed to emit a rainbow of colors.

“And you want a mocha with that right?”

“Yes, thank you.” You nod at him.

“I’ve never seen you in here before.” He commented, starting to work on your mocha.

“I’ve never been here, but it seems nice.” You reply, taking a closer look at the cozy looking decor, the bookshelf filled with a variety of titles, and a record player beside it.

“Yeah!” He began pouring the coffee into a to-go cup. “We recently remodeled, Yedamie said that it wasn’t trendy enough.” He gave a slight shake of his head and a small laugh. At your confused face, he added, “Yedam also works here. He’s the creepy looking shadow, there in the corner.”

You both turn to look at him, and you notice the shadowy figure is no longer in the shadows due to the rising sun, and he’s taken the shape of a handsome boy around your age who’s blocking out the world through his headphones.

“Your order is ready,” the barista says, and you move to pay him, taking out some cash, when you notice something odd.

“What's the-” you move closer to the plaque by the cash register. “-Cafe Prince award?”

“Oh.” he gives an awkward laugh, “It’s awarded to the best looking barista.” He grimaces as you look at the award again.

“So, you’re Haruto Wantabe?” you ask, reading the name inscribed on it.

“Uh. no, I’m Mashiho, Haruto works here too.” His smile is back in full force, teeth and all, and you wonder why, when you’ve mistaken him for someone else. And then you realize. You just inadvertently called him good looking.

Coughing slightly, you give him an awkward good-bye and take the coffee and muffin. You really need to get out more.

To be honest though, you don't exactly regret calling him handsome because, well, he is. And his pure smile he gave you made it all worth it. But now you just had more questions.

Who was this Haruto guy? If Mashiho was so kind, was Yedam that nice too? Would the coffee he gave you somehow make you better looking?

I mean, probably not, but one could hope with all the good-lookingness that was brewed in the cafe daily. But right now, you need to focus on finals, because you'd already suffered enough from thinking and drooling over handsome guys for one span of 24 hours. (ahem, Choi Hyunwook)

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Comfy - Bang Yedam

Pairing: Bang Yedam x reader

Words: 1.277

Warnings: Nonee

Request: Nope

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Today was your first day at your new school. You moved to Seoul because your father got a new job at a big company. You were used to moving around but this time he told you this was more permanent so you could study in Seoul. This made your kind of nervous since you never really made friends because of the moving. You wanted to make more friends this time.

You lived alone with your dad. Your mom died when you were really young. You were okay with it though, your dad was enough for you. You were his little girl and he loved you a lot. He had new girlfriends here and there but mostly left after some time.

You have a passion for music but you have the biggest stage fright ever. You can play the guitar, piano, violin and drums. And you would love to become a producer or songwriter when you were older. Thats why you decided to go to the school of performing arts. Maybe this would also push you to be on stage more and get over your stage fright.

You were really excited to start at your new school but also nervous. The school year already started so everyone probably already had their friends and little groups that they hang with. You woke up early and put on your uniform and some light makeup. Dad had already left but he made you breakfast with a note and some money for lunch on it. You ate your breakfast and walked to the bus stop. The ride was okay you just listened to some music and saw other students entering the bus.

It was quite busy while entering the school. Some people looked at you but most of them ignored you. You had to stop at the administration to get your class assigned to you. You knocked on the door and saw a student with a female teacher. “Hi I will be with you soon.” She told you with a happy smile. After she was done with the other student she looked at you. “You must be the new student, Y/n right?” “Yes that’s me” she grabbed something from her table and gave it to you. “Here’s the calendar with extra activities for this year plus your locker key and if you have any questions just come to me.” You nodded “Just one question, where is the classroom? before I get lost trying to find it.” She laughed and showed you the directions.

Class had already started and you knocked on the door and opened it. Every head turned to you and the teacher looked at you. “Everyone this is our new student, let's make sure she feels welcome alright?” The whole class said yes “Would you tell us a little about yourself.” You nodded and cleared your throat. “Uhm okay, so my name is Y/n. I moved here last week. I love music and I hope to have a good time with you all.” You looked at the teacher and he started talking again “okay so you could sit next Yedam since he has an empty seat next to him.” The boy named Yedam put his arm up and you walked to your seat. It was a seat next to the window around the middle of the class.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Yedam.” You smiled and told him “Nice to meet you too.” You realised you didn’t have the textbook yet and looked down at your table. Then Yedam offered to share his book. You smiled at him. You thought you were lucky that he was willing to share and that he was so nice. You got out your note book to take notes. Your mind went into another direction when you started spacing out while looking out the window. Then a lot of noise started and you saw people put their books in their bags. You looked down at your notes and started panicking you only had like half of it.

“Don’t worry I can send you mine.” Someone said and you looked next to you. It was Yedam again. “Thanks you’re a lifesaver.” It was break time so you decided to walk around the school and also try to find you locker. You found it and while walking back you came across the music room. You opened the door and saw some instruments. You wanted to play a little so you played on the piano. After a couple of minutes you saw Yedam looking at you, you hadn't noticed he walked into the room.

“Wow you can play piano?” He asked you. You smiled “yeah and guitar, violin and drum. Do you play?” “Yeah and I sing too.” He sat down next to you behind the piano. “I haven’t heard that melody before.” You looked down “yeah it’s because I wrote it, its actually a song but I can’t sing that well.” “Can I please hear it.” You looked at him, he looked really cute so how could you say no.

You started playing again and this time you sang with it. After you were done you looked at him. “That sounded great, we should play a duet sometime and perform it.” “Uh yeah no, I don’t dow well with audiences.” “Well then let’s not perform it but just play it for ourselves.” You nodded and he smiled at you. Then the school bell rang and you both stood up and walked to class. Yedam made you feel like you have been friends for years.

After a couple days just going to school and hanging out with yedam you guys became good friends. He also introduced you to some of his friends. You sat with them at lunch. Their names are Doyoung, Asahi, Jaehyuk and Jeongwoo. They were nice and you all hung out after school sometimes. This made you realize you had a crush on Yedam.

You invited the boys for a movie night at your house, your dad was on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a couple days. So they all came with food or drinks and their pyjamas. You made the living room cozy to chill and just relax. You heard the bell and walked to the door. And they all came together so you invited them in. You showed them around the house and your room.  Then you all went to the living room and sat down. Doyoung pushed you next to Yedam and you glared at him. You weren’t aware but yedam was blushing next to you. The movie started and after a while you felt yourself get tired. And then you fell asleep on yedam’s shoulder.

The boys nudged each other and after a while left you two together. You woke up and saw that only you and yedam were left in the room. “You should’ve woken me up if you wanted to leave too.” He looked at you. “What of I didn’t want to leave.” You looked confused and he took a breath. “I didn’t want to leave because I like being around you. I don’t think you noticed but I’ve liked you the day you walked into class. You just had something about you.” You were quiet, you couldn’t believe what was happening. “I like being around you too Yedam, you made me feel like we had been friends for years after we just met.” He smiled at you. “Then there’s one thing to ask you, would you like to go on a date with me.” You nodded and he smiled even bigger.

[kyuokka]

BANG YEDAM #1

BANG YEDAM- RAINY SKIES AND HOT CHOCOLATE

“What in the world were you thinking? Leaving the house without an umbrella even when I told you that it might rain.” Yedam chided, going on and on about how stubborn you were for your own good while you stood there with a slight pout on your face.

He was right though. He had warned you regarding today’s weather forecast, sending at least a dozen messages reminding you to carry an umbrella but you just had to go against him. And look where you were now, standing fully drenched, listening to your boyfriend scold you with slight panic in his eyes.

He had opened the door with a bright smile on his face, a vibe that only Bang Yedam could give, which soon changed into a frown on seeing your soaking form. He was quick to pull you in, letting you bask in the warmth of his cosy dorm room.

He would’ve continued ranting until he saw you shivering, desperately trying to keep yourself warm

He sighed, “here, go get changed.” He handed you a pair of sweatpants and his pink hoodie- the one which he knew you loved on him, your stares weren’t so subtle. While you were getting changed, Yedam made sure to grab a few extra blankets and made you two hot chocolate.

His back was facing you when you stepped out. “I made hot chocolate..” he trailed off on seeing you standing there, his hoodie reaching your mid thighs, engulfing you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, jagi.” A smile made its way on his face as he saw your cheeks flush a beautiful pink colour. It widened once he saw your sweater paws covering your face.

“stop it, dami.” You whispered softly.

Yedam walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you towards his bed which was covered with all sorts of blankets, a few probably stolen from the boys.

With an arm wrapped around your waist and your head on his chest, you slowly fell asleep, but not before you heard him whisper softly, “I love you, you know?”

“ I love you too, a lot actually.” You were careful not to raise your voice, the silence around you with the soft pitter patter of the rain and Yedam’s heartbeat calming you down after a long week at school before you fell asleep. A small smile on your face, cuddled up with the one who brightened up your day.

[halloncockta]

[9:30pm]

Yedam waves while smiling widely at you. Both of you standing outside of your place after he walked you home from your date. Right before he leaves he kisses you and gives you an envelope. He runs to catch the bus and you walk inside. When you open the envelope, you take out the paper where it spells out «I LOVE YOU<3» you smile and sigh happily. Making sure to send him a text saying «i love u too. My dork<3»

[acaiasahi]

✶ beyond my dreams ; bang yedam.

synopsis. yedam loves taking pictures of you whenever, wherever.

info. fluff. bang yedam x gn!reader. 330 words.

warnings. none!

[ now playing . . . ] beyond my dreams by sunwoo junga.

yedam sighs in faux annoyance as you shuffle to the opposite side he's directed you to move to. "honey — you're left," he says with a giggle, eyes sparkling with pure love.

"y/n, you're other left," another laugh tumbles from his lips, lopsided smile lazily adorning his features. your mouth shapes itself into a soft 'o', feet skipping over where he told you to go.

his fingertips repeatedly tap the camera button, the shutter making a soft click sound that you can hear even from far away.

yedam can't help but think you look absolutely stunning with the way the soft glow of the sunset compliments your beauty and how you smile is so soft, arms stretched out above your head as you yell incoherent words to him in excitement.

his eyes search around to find a random stranger to take your picture together. his voice is kind as he politely asks pedestrians who pass by you two if they could snap a quick one. fortunately, someone says yes and guides you two to perfectly stand in front of the golden sky.

your head is faced forward, but yedam's eyes scan over to you. his eyes flutter over every detail of your pretty face as if he were scared that he'd forget it.

yedam loves everything about you, good or bad, there's nothing he can't not love. in more simple terms, it's quite impossible for him and he wouldn't want it any other way.

your lovely boy bites back another grin, opting to leave the softest peck against your hairline. "you're so beautiful," he whispers against your head. you mutter the same compliment back to him before leaving a kiss on the shoulder that your head lays comfortably on.

while you run over to thank the sweet woman who had taken your pictures, both of you miss the way the girl mutters something to who you assume is her boyfriend, "he's so in love with them."

damn right he is.

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favorite sweet

pairing: yedam x fem!reader

prompt: n/a [priv bday prompt list]

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: food mention (chocolate)!

daisy’s notes: it is by pure concidence that this one is posted alongside the other chocolate prompt. i literally had all the prompts picked out and then they just happened to coincide with one another lol

Yedam looked down at his phone for what had to be the thousandth time that day. Underneath his little “Good morning and happy birthday” text where he rambled about loving you for far too long was the only question he posed to you: What do you want for your birthday?

And you answered it simply: My favorite sweet.

Which, when dating someone with a very big sweet tooth, could literally mean anything. Someone had asked you once what your favorite candy was, and you had rattled off three different ones before they turned the question on someone else. He had merely smiled when you kept talking about it later with him, saying something about how it’s hard to pick one favorite candy when there’s so many good ones out there for the different cravings a person could have. Even then, “sweet” didn’t limit itself to candy alone. Yedam had gone with you to bakeries and cafes before, watching you gush about the different desserts and made suggestions for him. It was cute, sure, but in hindsight it was a little bit of a nightmare for him when you specified you wanted your favorite.

So he settled on chocolate. Chocolate was a safe enough bet, and the one you tended to linger on the most when the topic came up. Yedam could hit up a few bakeries to see if any of them carried the things you liked...

... Except he wasn’t one-hundred-percent sure on what was your favorite. The pains of having a girlfriend with a sweet tooth.

His friends were no real help there. The ones that knew you knew that you had a hard time making up your mind when it came to a favorite anything, and the others suggested the vague stuff: pastries were an option (and the reason why Yedam had a bag with chocolate cornets in it, if not for you then maybe a little indulgence for him), and so was ice cream, and so were cookies and pretty much anything and everything under the sun that had chocolate in it for the most part. So he thought back on the places the two of you had gone, usually with his friends. The convenience store that sold those chocolate ice creams you could pull apart, the bakery with the best chocolate chip cookies because they put sea salt in them...

He bought them all. Just a few of each thing, save for the ice cream: the two of you could split that. If anything, he could admit that he didn’t know what your favorite sweet was and apologize for that with puppy dog eyes and a prayer that you’d forgive him for that.

When he showed up to your home, you had let him in happily with a quick kiss on the lips before talking about how you’d been studying and waiting to see his cute face all day. Even on your birthday, you always seemed to be the sweeter one in their relationship--maybe because you had the energy to send him sappy message after sappy message when he needed it. He hoped that maybe he could outdo you.

“I brought you something,” he said, opening his bag at your kitchen table. “You said you wanted your favorite sweet--”

“And you brought it,” you smiled up at him, having taken your seat already. “You’re here.”

Yedam looked up at you, wide-eyed and flushed. He... was your favorite sweet? He knew that his name in your phone was something like “sweet yedammi”  but...

“Oh my god,” you giggled, hiding your face in your hands. “You didn’t know that?”

He slowly brought out bag number one, setting it on your table. Before you could say anything, he brought out two--a bag of cookies--and then the wrapped ice cream he had stored alongside a cold drink where it’d hopefully stay cold the longest. He gave you a sheepish smile. “Sorry--”

“No! I’m sorry--” You stood up, taking his face into your hands to draw him forward into another quick kiss. “I thought you knew that you’re my favorite sweet since that’s what I called you last time we had this conversation.”

... You did?

He stood there, thinking back to it. He’d been tired that day, and he still had to take the bus back home, but he could vaguely remember you teasing him and calling him your favorite sweet because he was the sweetest thing in your life. He could feel his face burn as it hit him hard, and he pulled away to hide it in the crook of his arm for a second, laughing.

“Dami,” you hummed, reaching for him. “You’re so cute.” You glanced to the clear plastic package on the table, “Oh! It’s already melting--”

Before you could move to save it, Yedam approached you and captured you in another sweet kiss. He broke away, smiling at you and he planted one more on your forehead. “Happy birthday. I think you’re my favorite sweet, too.”