#bang yedam x reader

[dearly-somber]

Can I Be Him | b.yd & w.hr

-> pairing. bang yedam x reader (f), watanabe haruto x reader (f)

-> genre. angst, f2l (friends-to-lovers), teenage angst & drama, hurt/comfort

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1009

-> warnings. jealousy, very messy feelings

-> a/n. This song is such a banger 😪

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. ???

-> fin. ???

-> edited. Mon., Dec. 16th, 2024 @ 00:54

-> divider credit. @only-ranpo

A few weeks had passed since Liza and Yedam had gotten back together, and you had been actively avoiding Haruto, feeling guilty for kissing him so out of the blue.

You were sitting at the end of Yedam's bed, leaning against the wall with a blank page in your sketchbook propped up against your knees. Yedam and Liza were cuddled up on the couch, all laughs and smiles as the three of you did homework together. You had been third-wheeling every time you went over to Yedam’s house to study or do homework because Liza was always there.

You tapped your pen against your paper, sighing. You snapped the book shut, feeling a petty satisfaction when they both jumped at the sound. Yedam looked confused as you slung your backpack around your shoulders, smiling falsely while walking towards the door. "I'll leave first."

"Don't you wanna spend more time with us, unnie?" Liza asked with a pout. She made your blood boil.

You forced a smile. "I'd rather not third-wheel, thanks." You laughed humorlessly. "Enjoy."

"Y/N—"

"Leave her, Dami. If she wants to leave we should let her," Liza said, her voice chirpy as she sighed over-dramatically.

You bowed to Yedam's parents with a kind smile on your way out, closing the front door behind you. Your phone went off with a message notification, so you checked it, hoping it was Yedam.

————————————————————————

Unknown

————————————————————————

hello?

is this y/n noona?

————————————————————————

Noona?

————————————————���———————

Unknown

————————————————————————

yes this is Y/N.

who’s this?

it’s haruto!

i got your number from one of your classmates

i hope u dm?

[Y/N saved +82-X-XXX-XXXX as Haruto😒]

i guess not

what do you want?

do i need a reason to message u? 🤨

i wanted to ask if we could meet up tmr?

sorry, i’m booked.

typing...

gtg.

————————————————————————

You put your phone back in your pocket, biting your lip before walking back home in a mixture of jealousy, annoyance and confusion.

You sat down in the middle of your bed and doodled while listening to music, belting out Can I Be Him by James Arthur.

Can I be her?

•••

You left for school on your own the next morning, not wanting to spend yet another day third-wheeling your walk to school. It was at your locker, just as Yedam was about to call for you and ask why you weren't at the usual spot, when a different voice caught your attention.

"Noona!"

You turned your head with an exasperated sigh but stopped in your tracks to admire Haruto in his white turtle neck, the colors on the sweater (black, white and yellow) complimenting him nicely. You cleared your throat, trying to look at him with some hint of annoyance but failing miserably.

"What do you want, Haruto?"

"Can you stop avoiding me? I’m just trying to get to know you better," he pleaded. Being a head taller than Yedam (and therefore two heads taller than you), he was kind of intimidating, but the way he was pouting made you wonder why you found him so intimidating in the first place.

"If I stop avoiding you—"

"—and let me sit with you?"

You glared as the younger boy grinned childishly. You sighed, unable to fight his charm. "And let you sit with me, will you stop blowing up my phone?"

Haruto nodded eagerly. You rolled your eyes but waved him off, nodding your silent agreement to his terms. He smiled happily, thanking you.

"When did Ruto get your number?" Liza asked from behind you, venom rolling off of her tongue.

"A few days ago," you said, the boy in question standing behind you and smirking cheekily at the couple in front of him, towering over your shoulder.

"Why?" Yedam asked, his voice strangely emotionless.

"Because she ki—"

You smacked your hand over Haruto’s mouth and look at him, petrified. "Why doesn't matter! You two" —you pointed at Haruto and Liza— "need to get to class. Come on, move!"

You waved them away, breathing a relieved sigh when they rounded the corner to their next class.

"What was that about?" Yedam asked suspiciously, a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach as he remembered you interacting so casually with the person he disliked most.

"It's nothing," you reassured him. "C'mon, we're gonna be late for class." You smiled as you dragged him to Chem, momentarily making him forget his suspicion.

It was during lunch that Yedam grew… annoyed. Haruto had taken the seat next to you without so much as an apology, his blood boiling each time you laughed or pushed Haruto because of something stupid he was doing or saying. Yedam had never heard you mutter the word 'cute' as much as he had during that 15 minute break, and to Watanabe Haruto, of all people. He joined the three of you at your table for the next three weeks, and the two of you grew closer and closer until eventually you started dating. It didn't sit right with Yedam, though he managed to hide it pretty well.

That's why he found himself glaring angrily at the two of you leaning against the wall at the foot of his bed, wishing it was his head laying on your lap while you read, wished your fingers were carding through his hair.

"Ruto-ya," you cooed, the black haired boy humming drowsily, his eyes staying closed. "Stop moving so much," you chastised, a smile creeping up on your face when he whined childishly. You pinched his cheek before continuing with your earlier ministrations.

Yedam sighed deeply, realizing for the first time in a while that he had messed up by not asking you out just because he had been scared to screw over your friendship in the process. He smiled half-heartedly at Liza who was trying to get him to smile, not knowing the real reason behind his mood. He looked at you and Haruto with a sad smile, holding back from thinking about how it would feel to have your hands running through his hair...

Can I be him?

<- prev | next ->

[teumestaycarat]

I Love To Hate You

Preview:

Pairing: Jihoon, Treasure!; Female Reader!

Warning: Angst, Slight mentions of de!th, suggestive, jihoon being a total mean, mentions of drugs and alchohol. Tell me if i miss something ;)

Word count: ~

People think you hate each other, you do but in secret, deep down your heart you were drooling over him. Jihoon on same hand he was crazy about you but tries to keep it cool. What happen if you lose in truth or dare and be forced to kiss him??!

[farewelln3verland]

REYD'S FICS OF THE MONTH

TXT

Never Meet Your Heroes by @yeonboy (Soobin x Reader)

trust me when i say i was so excited for this one SO EXCITED...and the plot was *chefs kiss* and I feel like Soob was portrayed very well!

2. Lust for Life by @beom-pyu (Taehyun x Reader **smutty)

now as we know, i do not like smutty things...but i was intrigued okay. THIS. plot- 100% characters 100% AND THE IDEA FOR THE STORY=ONE OF THE BEST OUT THERE RN

ATEEZ

Ch_i San by @atzfilm (San x Reader *suggestive)

guys...it came out late but every bated breath was worth it. SHE ALWAYS KNOWS HOW TO HOOK THE READER. and- well...i personally liked hj's character but thats just me!

SEVENTEEN

The Great War by @amourcheol (cheol x reader **smutty)

again, you're thinking...REYD. SMUT??? WTF ARE YOU ON?? weellll...i'm a sucker for cheol. and long fics. and cheol. BUT THATS NOT THE POINT! we all know, en to lovers is overdone. WELL NO MORE one of the best for those tropes...i realized why it's such a popular trope!

[milkybonya]

Teume Cafe: Yedam ending: Sereni-tea

masterlist

written by milky ^_^

-

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.

-

Taglist: @memilimey8 , @tangylemonade , @reydsworld

[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. 

[antash]

Love 119

synopsis: Y/N is just trying to get through high-school. But life keeps putting them into situations with seven boys, each who have a crush on them. Which boy will capture Y/N's heart?

Pairing: Riize x reader Featuring: Riize, Jaehyun, Riwoo & Woonhak of BoyNextDoor, Niki of Enhypen, Bang Yedam

Warning: irregular posting, not edited, reader will be described as female for now, heart break, multiple endings, mixed 2nd and omni 3rd pov

Start: 1.29.24 | End:

Playlist

Join the taglist

♡˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ♡

뱃긴 my heart pt.1

⤷ Female version ⤷ Male version

[wooahaes]

trsr - realizing they love you

pairing: hyung + middle trsr line x gn!reader

prompt: request from anon: hi! can i request treasure realizing that they love you?  like you’re in a relationship with them and they realize that they love you? thank you!!

warnings: just fluff (+ vague food mentions & skinship). intentional lowercase + no proofreading!!

daisy’s notes: i took three months to write this. anon if u are still here, i am SO sorry!!! i ended up cutting out the maknae line because i felt uncomfy writing them + i think they were the reason i was being tripped up for so long :( sorry!!

choi hyunsuk

hyunsuk realizes it when you fall asleep on him one night. it isn’t the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last, but you’ve always supported him unconditionally and make time for him when it works with him. part of him feels like it might be a little unfair that you have to work by his schedule most of the time, but he always gets the reassurance that one day it’ll be easier and that keeps him going. sometimes you sleep over when he doesn’t have to worry about a schedule too early the next morning (he and his friends have become experts at sneaking you out, though) just to spend some extra time with him. he’ll be working on his own assignments while you sit on his bed and work on your own. there’s no pressure to make conversation when he needs to focus, and your presence alone is calming.

sometimes the two of you check in with each other, sometimes taking a few minutes for a break, but nothing to stop you completely from working. there always comes a point where he’ll bring his laptop over to his bed, sitting beside you to finish off his work so that you can snuggle closer to his side. he just... looks up and realizes how much he loves you when he finds that you’ve dozed off against his shoulder again. he’ll always gently nudge you away when you do, setting aside his things when his work is done, and telling you that you can go back to sleep after the two of you lie down. he’ll always lean forward to give you a little forehead kiss and apologize for working too much, even if it’s always met with you just being glad you’re there with him.

park jihoon

jihoon is busy--that much both of you are fully aware of. which means, despite the fact he’d like time for you, he rarely gets it (and it frustrates him, to be honest: it feels so unfair to you that he can’t openly spend time with you unless he’s on a break). but sometimes you’ll be let into the dorm without him knowing, and sometimes you’ll just... pretty much hang out in his room while he’s focused on his work. he’s used to people sometimes coming in to check on him when he’s really busy, so he honestly just doesn’t notice while he’s trying to keep up on his coursework. but the third time you came back into his room with a snack and his refilled water bottle (when did you even grab that?), he realizes it and apologizes immediately for not greeting you properly.

but you just give him a kiss on the cheek and ask him how his day has been, how his classes are going, an so forth. it just makes him realize how much you care about him--which isn’t to say he isn’t cared for by anyone else or that he thought you didn’t care about him. it’s different with someone he doesn’t live with and someone who makes room in their own schedule to be with him. yet you check on him every day, either with the rare in person visit or your typical texts, just to make sure he’s taking care of himself. he just loves you. and that feels right to say that he does. he’ll have to bring his studies over to your place one day so he can dote on you for once. its your turn to be cared for.

kanemoto yoshinori

despite being a ball of sunshine and kindness, yoshi sometimes gets into bad moods. everyone’s capable of it, but his friends usually picked up on it whenever he was stressed. maybe from classes, maybe he just woke up and felt off, but it was clear he needed either a person to confide in or a little bit of space until he was ready for that.

unless he got texts from you. maybe it’d be a selfie, or a picture of flowers you saw on a walk, or a dog you saw, and it was like his entire day changed. he liked sending you pictures in turn, too, of things he’d want to show you later. it takes a few times of it happening for the others to pick up on just how fast his mood changed, and hyunsuk jokingly calls him whipped before saying that he really does change--only for the rest of the group to agree. yoshi’s always been sweet, but on a bad day there’s nothing that picks him up faster than you. he really loves you, doesn’t he? and that’s how he realizes it. he loves you because you’re dating, sure, but that’s always been different from capital-L Love in his mind. but he does capital-L Love you, and that’s what makes him realize it.

kim junkyu

junkyu realizes it when you come to visit him one day. he’s waiting at the bus stop for you, watching for your bus to come in when he sees you. you have headphones on, and you look a little bored. he waves excitedly, hoping to get your attention, and yet you don’t. for a minute, he’s hurt by it: you were too focused on putting away your headphones and getting things in order, sure, but he thought you might have been watching for him.

then you step off that bus and you smile so wide at him that every bit of hurt disappears. he swears his heart swells at just how happy you are to see him, and he realizes it right then and there that he’s in love with you and always wants to see that smile. you run to greet him, and he hugs you so tight and peppers kisses onto your face--judging people be damned. he doesn’t get to see you every day, so he might as well take full advantage of having you right there in front of him. he’ll keep kissing you when you’re back at his place, but he tells you he loves you and holds your hand so tightly.

takata mashiho

mashiho realized he loved you when he realized just how much you cared for him. it was clear in the way that you’d make sure he was eating well, that he was staying hydrated and healthy and taking care of himself when things were getting rockier in his life. but one day he had asked you for a bit of space, just for a few hours, and you immediately told him that you’d be right there if he needed you--all he had to do was text you and you’d be there. he didn’t have to put up a front, to act as though he was okay. he could just be himself with you.

in the end he ended up texting you if he could come over later, and he ended up cuddled into your arms. his rough day seemed so distant when you held him, just letting him be quiet for a bit and enjoy your company. that was the moment he realized it: he didn’t have to just be happy, sweet mashiho who was funny and loving and caring toward the people in his life. he was just your mashiho, flaws and all.

yoon jaehyuk

you put the color back into his day. despite being known among his friends as one of the happiest, sweetest people they knew, jaehyuk had his off days. sometimes it was tiring to wake up and immediately have to be sunshine-y, and he’d feel those days from the moment his alarm went off. he’d drag himself out of bed and start getting ready for his day, and soon enough he’d hear his phone chime with a message from you reminding him to take care of himself.

all it took was seeing your face or whatever picture you sent him from your morning walk to class for things to start feeling right again. even if he’d feel off for a while after, your mere existence brightened his world up when he felt like it was starting to gray. he’d always text you back with a promise to eat a filling breakfast and a wish for you to take care of yourself in turn, and he’d always smile to himself when you sent back a plethora of hearts in response.

hamada asahi

asahi realized he loved you when he realized just how right things were. sometimes that came in the form of idly drawing things that reminded him of you whenever you pushed your way into his thoughts. other times, he’d be out and he’d see something small that he knew you’d love, and he’d either take a picture or buy it for you just to see the way your eyes lit up when he gave it to you.

it didn’t fully click until one day when you took a nap with him. he woke up before you did, and he looked at you with sleep-ridden eyes and it just... hit him how natural all of it seemed to feel. it felt like you had always been right there by his side, even though he hadn’t known you all his life. like things were right when you were around, because you knew him well and loved him for all that he was. it was sweet, and he smiled to himself before taking a picture of your sleeping face just to immortalize the moment.

bang yedam

he didn’t have the words for you anymore.

yedam could be a romantic, and he knew that for a fact. sometimes he wrote love songs for you, endless words at his fingertips to build lyric and melody that painted a picture of how much he loved you. he wrote songs for you before he dated you, too, to cope with the crushing stage until he discovered the feeling was mutual. everywhere he went, there was always you on the back of his mind and an itching urge to dedicate one more song to you (there always always the urge for one more song to say how he felt).

and then one day, the words stopped coming. at first, it was distressing until he realized there were no words to describe what you meant to him. he could try to pen them down, but nothing felt right. like nothing would be enough to illustrate how he felt about you. he could craft metaphor after metaphor in a song for you, but they couldn’t touch the reality of his feelings.

and after a while, he was okay with that. you were beyond words, and he loved that about you--on top of everything else.

[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

© ACAIASAHI 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYING, TRANSLATING, AND REPOSTING IS PROHIBITED.

[alohajun]

♡ CUDDLES AND TEA — BANG YEDAM

yedam x gn!reader | wc : 0.8k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship au, pretty wordy, fluffy feelings, rainy day cuddles !! | request : hey could a request a bang yedam fluffy scenario. maybe something about cuddles and tea. please love your writing 💜

“rain, rain … go away … come again another day.”

you sang to yourself, sitting near your window, having it slightly opened as you enjoyed the droplets of rain falling.

rain fell like the sky’s music; each drop was a note that didn’t sound great when heard on its own, but together along with the rest of the droplets, they created a song that put a smile on your face.

admiring the rain came to a stop when you heard rapid knocks on your door, pulling you out of your daze. you thought little, walking to the door and opening it, surprised to see your boyfriend standing in front of you, completely drenched from the rain and out of breath.

“yedam!” you marveled, awakening the ‘parent-mode’ in you as you quickly dragged him inside, not even giving him time to explain as you ran around. “what were you thinking? actually, don’t answer, just quickly change out of that.” your lips were pursed into a pout as you handed him clothes he had left from the last time he visited.

the male simply nodded, his usual bright smile on his face as he rushed inside the bathroom, changing out of his rain-soaked clothes. you waited in the living room, eyeing the bag he had brought with him, wondering what your boyfriend was doing out in the rain.

“all done!” yedam exclaimed as he walked out of the bathroom, wearing the dry clothes you had given him. “you look like a cute angry bird, y/n. stop pouting so much,” he stated, causing you to roll your eyes.

“come here.” you gestured, pulling your boyfriend to sit with you as you took the towel beside you, helping to dry his hair. “i’m the only cute angry bird who’s gonna be concerned about you, so deal with it,” you grumbled under your breath, getting a chuckle out of yedam.

he pulled away from you, quickly reaching out for the bag he kept on the table before sitting next to you. “i remembered you like to eat ice-cream when it rains, and i was out anyway, so i got you some,” he explained, putting a smile on your face as he spoke. “which one are you taking?”

“i’m not eating them now. not after you’ve been in the rain.” you shook your head. “i appreciate what you did, but right now, the options are coffee and tea. what’s your pick?”

“mm … tea?”

“that’s good because i don’t have coffee.”

the two of you burst into laughter as you walked to the kitchen, preparing the tea as you usually did. yedam followed you as you did the work, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, waddling along whenever you moved.

after making the tea, you took your cup, sitting on the sofa as yedam mimicked your movements. you sat in silence, lost in your own world as you listened to pitter-patter of the raindrops, feeling at ease as you did.

yedam observed you from the side, a smile of adoration on his face. the way you seemed to disconnect from reality yet connect with it was something he noticed, not getting enough, no matter how long he stared.

if the rain was music to you, then the picture of you listening to the rain was art to yedam. it wouldn’t make sense to you if you have never been in love, and maybe before this moment, it wouldn’t have made sense to yedam either.

it had happened. bang yedam had fallen in love. and you didn’t know, because you were doing the bare minimum and he had the comet of realization crash on him.

you turned towards your boyfriend, oblivious to the thoughts that were running in his head. “i still can’t believe you ran in the rain because you remembered i liked having ice-cream when it rains.” you giggled to yourself, grinning when yedam extended his arms, inviting you into his embrace. “i didn’t think it would mean much.”

the two of you cuddled on the sofa, partially enjoying the silence while the other half wondered how you two perfectly fit into the small space comfortably. not much was thought when you didn’t get an answer, because, to be frank, you didn’t really ask a question. a few more moments were spent in silence before yedam spoke up, finally pulled out of his thoughts to share them.

“they mean something. they carry value.”

“hm? what are you talking about, yedamie?”

“your words,” he answered, as if it was an obvious answer. “you are valuable to me, therefore, your words carry value too. i try to remember whatever you say because i know you do the same for me. all these little things mean a lot because they make who you are, and i want to remember them.”

you bit your lip at his sudden confession, trying to wrap your head around his words. “you are a valuable person in my life, bang yedam.” you shifted in your position, turning to meet his gaze as your hands touched his face. “but am i really worthy of such a position in your life too?”

“you are, y/n, because right now, in this moment, you mean the most to me.”

taglist — @kflixnet @ravenori @jensrose @hotgirlsunoo @nanasdream @twntycm @roseky21 @heejojo @jaesvelvet @fightmegirl @koishua @silent-potato @lovethyfandoms2 @kpoprhia @woooooooosh8 @milkybonya @enhacolor @yunho-leeknow @yoshiikore @f4ery @candililac @willdieforbeidou @luvbrie @jun-bug @mui890mew @yogurteume @one16core @soobin-chois @odetoyeonjun @wonluvrbot @acciomylove @enhatrejor (to be added, please send an ask or dm!)

TREASURE MASTERLIST

© 2022 ALOHAJUN | PLEASE REFRAIN FROM COPYING OR REPOSTING MY WORK WITHIN OR OUTSIDE THIS SITE

[saturnznct]

dad!yedam | insta posts

treasure masterlist

[dearly-somber]

WAYO | b.yd

-> pairing. bang yedam x reader (f), watanabe haruto x reader (f)

-> genre. angst, f2l (friends-to-lovers), hurt/comfort

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 2301

-> warnings. crying, rebound-kiss, teenage angst & drama

-> a/n. <3

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. ???

-> fin. ???

-> edited. Mon., Dec. 16th, 2024 @ 00:21

-> divider credit. @only-ranpo

You knocked on the worn wooden door while taking sharp breaths, a stitch forming in your side from sprinting two blocks to get to your best friend's house.

You wore a hoodie with floppy puppy ears at the end (the side effects of rushing out of the house last minute), holding your phone tightly in your hand as you nervously bounced up and down. Yedam had called you crying around seven minutes ago: his longtime girlfriend of about two years had broken up with him for some Japanese transfer student. His name was Haruto, you think. You knew it was bound to happen at some point. This Haruto guy was Liza's age, he was handsome and tall, and he was a jock. What was there not to like?

The door creaking open brought you back down from the clouds, your brows furrowed. You let out a relieved sigh.

Yedam looked more or less okay: his eyes were red and he looked tired, but otherwise he seemed fine.

"Dami," you breathed, softening at the sight of his sad smile. You gently pulled him toward you by the nape of his neck, bringing his face to your shoulder before wrapping your arms around his torso. As soon as your fingers interlocked behind his back he let out a pained whimper, wrapping his arms around you and crying softly into your shoulder.

His whole body shook.

You wanted to tell him it'd be alright and kiss his forehead so badly, but you didn’t. You stood there, letting him cry it out, thinking about the two long years he had seemed so happy with her. Sure, pining for your best friend wasn't very healthy, but you didn't want to cause problems by confessing to him in the middle of what was once a happy relationship.

After some time, you realized that Yedam was no longer shaking, and his quiet, pained cries had quieted down to the occasional sniffle or deep exhale. You rubbed your hand up and down his spine, patting the small of his back with your palm before trying to pull away. Yedam hugged you for a second longer before finally letting you go, sniffling as he tried hiding his face from you.

You frowned, reaching out to stroke his face, but moving to run your hand down his arm instead. "D’you wanna go for a walk? Maybe we can go to our street, sit there for a while."

He looked up and sniffed, rubbing his nose with the back of his sleeve. Smiling softly, you held out your hand as an invitation for him to take, waiting. He took it gratefully, the black fabric of his oversized shirt brushing against your palm as his hand engulfed yours entirely.

The two of you walked a few blocks before getting to the almost-deserted road that connected to an old highway, a road you had found and claimed as your own back in middle school. Yedam pulled you with him as he sat down, bending his one leg at the knee while straightening the other, wrapping his hands around his knee and interlocking his fingers to keep his leg up. You sat down across from him, bringing your legs up to your chest and resting your chin on your knees, your hands on your feet. You watched him intently as he stared at nothing.

His shirt hid some of his hand, his white sneakers’ laces hanging from his shoes. You avoided the bare skin exposed on his legs with each rip in his jeans. His eyes looked shaky, his shoulders slumped and hair blowing ever so gently in the wind, falling perfectly over his face.

The sun neared the edge of the horizon as sundown crept closer, the crickets coming out of their holes one by one.

Yedam was the first to push himself up off the ground, holding his hand out for you with a smile. "Let's go home."

You smiled, taking his hand and letting him lead you back the way you came.

Yedam told you to stay the night since it was dark out by the time you got to his house, and that he'd drop you off first thing tomorrow morning. You nodded, letting your parents know before heading to the kitchen for dinner. Mr and Mrs Bang were both very fond of you, thankful you were looking after their son while he went through this tough time. You assured them it was no problem. You hated seeing him like this, after all.

When you finished cleaning your plate you headed towards Yedam's room, but stopped in your tracks when Mr Bang touched your shoulder.

"Do you need help with something?" you asked.

He shook his head with a kind smile. "No, no… I just wanted to say thank you for caring for our Yedammie. It's comforting to know there's someone out there who loves him as much as we do."

"Ah…" You smiled painfully and bowed, heading down the hall and turning to the room on the left, hiding your face as best you could. You were even more embarrassed when you opened the door and saw some of Yedam's lower back before he pulled down his pajama shirt. He turned to you after, and you had to play it cool while you mumbled an apology, flustered.

"Do you wanna borrow some of my pajamas? Sleeping in your clothes won't be very comfortable." Not waiting for an answer, he rummaged through his closet and pulled from it a silk pajama set.

"It's only one night, Dami, it’s fine—"

"No, I insist," Yedam said, shoving the pajamas into your hand so gently you'd almost think he was afraid of breaking you. You sighed, giving in as you shuffled over to the bathroom, coming out wearing the silky black pajamas.

You folded your clothes and set them on the chair by his desk, walking over to the bed and getting in, turning off the bedside lamp after getting settled. You turned over on your side and came face to face with Yedam, his eyes wide open and staring through your soul.

"What?" you whispered. He shook his head with a small smile before crawling closer and wrapping himself around you, hiding his face in your hair.

You went stiff, heart hammering against your chest. You tried to relax your shoulders. Even though you'd slept over and shared a bed with him many times before, you'd never gotten this close to him. Ever.

"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked quietly, barely loud enough for you to register his voice. You quickly shook your head, sliding your arm around his waist as a way to stretch your body over his and hopefully make the tension in your shoulders less noticeable.

"Not at all. We’ve just never cuddled like this before," you mumbled, pressing your face into his chest.

He chuckled, warmth spreading throughout your body as you smiled into his chest, hidden away from his eyes. "Thank you for staying with me. I don't think I can be alone right now..." His voice shook as he held you just a bit tighter, as if he were afraid if he loosened his grip you'd fall out of his arms and never come back.

"I'd do anything for you, Yedam. All you need to do is ask."

"Thank you," he whispered, his breath evening out. You didn't think he'd heard you.

•••

The next morning you woke up alone, sitting up in confusion and squinting through the brightness of the sun coming through the white curtains.

Yedam sat at the edge of the bed, staring off into space with one hand resting on his raised knee. You crawled off the bed slowly, cautious as you approached him. You moved in front of him, crouching with a worried expression.

"Yedam..?" You put a wary hand on his knee.

Next thing you know he's crying and pulling you into his lap, clutching at your back and wailing into your shoulder. Your heart ached, face contorting with pain as you tried to whisper soothing words to him, your hands making their way to his sides.

"Why, why, why?" he cried, his nails digging into your back. "Why couldn't it work out? Why can't I be fine without her?"

His body shook violently. You whispered words of encouragment as you soothed him, your hands running up and down his sides in an attempt to comfort him.

You don't know how long you sat like that... Minutes, maybe hours, but eventually Yedam pulled away, looking at you in a way you couldn't decipher.

"You remember how you said you'd do anything for me?" he asked quietly, his voice hoarse and tired.

You nodded, running your hand over his cheek without really meaning to. "Of course."

His Adam’s apple bobbed. "Kiss me."

"What?"

Yedam bit down on his lip, searching your eyes. This was a rather dire means of distraction, you couldn’t help but think.

"Yedam, I ca—"

"Please," he begged, his voice so vulnerable you almost gave in then and there.

"Yedam," you whispered.

"I'm begging you,” his voice broke, tears streaking down his face. “Kiss me."

Though you were sure you'd regret it later, you couldn't stand seeing him like this, so you did as he asked.

You cupped his face and kissed him, a weight you hadn't noticed lifting from your shoulders and drifting to the back of your mind.

Yedam was taken aback.

He hadn't actually expected you to do it, but he couldn't seem to stop himself as he kissed you back, his hands on your waist squeezing gently. You let a gentle whine escape your lips, years of pining milking its way into your voice. In any other circumstance you'd be red with embarrassment, but for the time being you didn't care.

His kiss was dizzying, the world around you spinning at a thousand miles an hour, your hand somehow having found its way to the nape of his neck, tugging at the strands of hair your fingers could reach. He groaned into the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening slightly.

You couldn't remember how you'd started kissing him—all you could think about was his lips on yours, and the fact that you were craving more. As things grew heated, you finally snapped out of it, pushing away from him.

You were on the bed, Yedam hovering over you. His hair was disheveled, and his white turtle neck was pulled up ever so slightly, exposing a piece of his stomach. His lips were plump and red, dilated pupils looking down at you questioningly. Panting, you pushed him away by his chest, huffing as you grabbed your things and ran out of his house, running two blocks back to your house.

"Sweetheart? What're you wearing?" your mother asked in a confused tone while you walked up the stairs to your room.

You looked down, holding your clothes close to your chest. "Oh, uhm... Yedam leant me his pajamas."

"Why haven't you gotten dressed yet?" your father asked now, looking at you suspiciously.

"I was in a hurry is all."

"Why?"

"I— I think I started my period, Dad. I needed pads or—"

"Okay, okay! I get it! Go!"

You ran further up the stairs, rushing into your room and closing the door behind you, sliding down onto your ass.

"I'm such an idiot," you muttered, banging your head against your door and jumping when your phone suddenly buzzed. You checked the message, nervously biting your nail.

————————————————————————

Dami🥺

————————————————————————

hey

idk what came over me

i'm sorry

are you mad?

…

no, I'm not.

so were okay?

ofc.

thank god, u had me worried there :(

see u @ school?

yep!

————————————————————————

You sighed. What have you gotten yourself into?

•••

You walked down the cobblestone path with a nervous look on your face.

This would be your first time seeing Yedam since The Incident and saying that you were nervous was an understatement. You hadn't been able to stop thinking about It since the day it happened, and you had tried everything to distract yourself. Reading, gaming, dramas, music—you even went running every morning.

Nada. Zero. Zilch.

Nothing worked.

"Y/N unnie? Y/N unnie, come here!"

You sighed, looking back at Liza with mild distaste. She was with her new boyfriend—all smiles and not a care in the world about what she put Yedam through. "Liza."

"Hi! Have you met Ruto yet?"

"No, but I've heard of him, so I'm good." You smiled half-heartedly, looking over at Haruto who smiled awkwardly as he bowed. You looked passed Liza as she spoke, not caring to remember what she said. Suddenly, Yedam took your wrist gently. He looked at Liza with a smile so forced it made you flinch.

"Can I borrow Y/N?"

Liza chuckled uncomfortably, her cheeks warming as she nodded mutely. Yedam pulled you away and sat at one of the benches near the soccer field, a sigh leaving his lips. "You okay?" he asked. You tugged your hand away from his iron-clasp grip, nodding awkwardly.

"Yeah, I'm surprised I didn't bite her head off."

Yedam laughed happily, a smile tugging at your lips at the sound. It felt like it had been years since you heard him laugh. The bell rang and he grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Let's go!"

•••

Haruto lasted a month before Liza dumped him and went running back to Yedam. And Yedam, being the idiot he was, took her back at the snap of a finger.

Your anger and frustration were the catalyst for the situation that you find yourself in now—pressing Haruto Watanabe into a wall at the back of the school, kissing him fiercely.

Why, oh why, oh why? Why couldn't things work out?

Why couldn't it be me?

<- prev | next ->

[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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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!)

[farewelln3verland]

can you do 25 and 3 with yedam? i don’t see a lot about him recently!

NIGHTS LIKE THIS

pairing: former treasure member yedam x gn reader

warnings: suggestiveee no smut

an: listen to nights like this by kehlani

"baby i'm here!" he called.

you could hear the clink of his keys in the dish by the front door, the slight stomping of his boots as he made his way towards the back of the house where you were finishing getting ready.

ever since his haitus, you'd seen less and less of him, so you'd made plans to go out on a long awaited dinner date.

"here!" you responded, half-heartedly, putting on some of his favorite lipgloss. (he liked it because it tasted like green tea)

throwing open the door, he stopped in his tracks, narrowed his eyes and circled you.

"what- what are you doing?" you laughed, turning towards him.

"baby."

"hmm?"

"yeah...we're not going out with you wearing that outfit."

"would you rather me go out wearing nothing?" you tease, and although he knows you're messing with him, you can see his eyes darken slightly.

he un-do's his tie, and practically throws you onto your freshly made bed.

"let's see how flexible you can be love."

[milkybonya]

5am, but with you

order 006 for anon: small classic milk tea with fresh taro

Pairing: idol boyfriend!Yedam x (gn)reader

Summary: Yedam loves spending time at the dorms with you, even if it's during sleepy 5am hours.

The beeping of the lock at the door as you type in the combo to Treasure's dorm sends the boys into panic, as they wonder who would be breaking into their house at 5 in the morning.

"Is it the manager? Do we have a schedule?" Hyunsuk asks, breathing heavily.

Junkyu rubs his eyes from the couch and groans.

Yedam grins from his room, though, knowing its you as he stares at his phone.

You: I'm on my way now! (sent at 4:36am)

"Good morning, everyone!" you say, quietly yet cheerfully. You take off your shoes and carefully step inside, jumping up when you notice Hyunsuk and Junkyu staring at you.

"What?" you ask.

"Why are you here.. at 5am?" Junkyu grumbles.

"To see Yedam," you hum, padding over to his room.

"[Y/NNNNNNNNNNN]!" Yedam sings from his room, leaving the rest of the dorm yelling at him to shut up because they want to get some beauty sleep.

His arms are wide open as he sits on his bed, waiting for you. You run straight at him, wrapping your own arms around him as he buries his face into your tummy.

"I missed you," he sighs, hugging you tightly.

"I missed you more."

Yedam giggles hearing this, and does that thing where he grins while poking his tongue out between his teeth - he gets high off your love ;)

Taking your hands in his, he carefully brings you down to the bed so you can sit beside him. You choose to lay down instead, and he rests his head on your tummy (why is he so obsessed with your precious tummy today?!), looking up at you from below. His eyes are practically begging for you to touch his hair, so you carefully reach down and run your fingers through his soft locks. Yedam closes his eyes and smiles, leaning into your touch.

"Wait, should we play some music?" he asks, reaching for his phone.

"What if the others get mad and wake up?"

"How would they get mad before they even wake up?" Yedam teases, causing you to lightly tug on his hair.

He yelps and shoots you a glare, but you smile, patting his head.

"You ruined the moment, I'm not playing any music," Yedam huffs, crossing his arms and pouting.

You lean forwards and press your lips to his forehead, causing Yedam to blush. You've been dating for a month now, but he still gets red every time you kiss him.

"O-okay, I forgive you," he says, rolling over to his tummy and cupping your face in both of his hands.

"I never asked you to forgive me, though?"

Yedam huffs, left speechless.

You close the gap between the both of you and press your lips to his, feeling Yedam smile against the kiss. When you pull away, he runs his fingers through your hair and hums a gentle melody.

"I live for moments like these, [y/n]," he tells you, admiring your beautiful face.

"Yedam, where the heck is my charger-oh... did I walk in on something?" Haruto asks, laughing quietly at the sight of you two all cuddled up on Yedam's bed.

"Leave! Your charger's in the living room!" Yedam yells, throwing a pillow at him, which Haruto manages to duck by quickly running and closing the door behind him.

Yedam runs his fingers through his hair (he knows how crazy it drives you) before turning to you.

"I'm sorry about that... anyways, are you not tired? It'll be 6 soon..."

"I'll only sleep if you sleep, too," you tell him.

"Well I'll only sleep if you do, so what should we do?" he asks, tilting his head to one side.

"I guess we should both sleep," you say, before sprawling yourself all over Yedam's bed and fake snoring.

Yedam laughs, but pulls the covers over your body and his own, pressing himself tightly next to you with his head tucked neatly in the crook of your neck. You can feel him breathing softly against your skin, and that's how you fall asleep.

[pixieminutes]

Hello Jemima! Can I request YeDam's blurbs phrases with 28,27+31? Thank you!

방예담 + #27 + #28 + #31

08:28 - “you’re warm.”

you sighed contently, nuzzling your face into yedam’s chest, one hand resting on his stomach, the other under your head. one of yedam’s arms rested under his own head and the other wrapped around you protectively.

“yeah?” yedam hummed, laughing, “are you cold, baby?”

“a little,” you yawned, stretching up and away from your boyfriend.

yedam’s dad was strumming a song somewhere in the house, his mum humming along.

“i love this song,” yedam commented, knowing you could hear the sweet melody as well.

“yeah?”

“yeah,” yedam chuckled, “we used to sing this a lot. together. as a family.”

you smiled, moving your hand back onto yedam’s chest as you stared up at him.

“you fill up my senses, like a night in the forest,” he sang, staring into your eyes as he did so, “like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain.”

“like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean,” you sang back to him, “come fill up my senses, come fill me again.”

yedam chuckled, “this song reminds me of you.”

“i’m not called annie.”

yedam laughed, “shut up, i know that. i mean because of how he describes his love.”

“you love me?” you gushed, yedam laughing as he rolled his eyes.

“ah! you two are awake!” yedam’s mum exclaimed, “come, i made you breakfast.”

“just a few more minutes,” yedam whined.

“come here. i made this for you,” she said, walking back to the kitchen.

“coming!” you laughed, getting out of bed and slipping your feet into your slippers.

“seriously?” yedam groaned.

“what?! she was scary!”

[squishihos]

35 + 43 + 100 fluff with yedam please

방예담 + #35 + #43 + #100 [5:05pm]

“y/n, can i ask you something?”

you looked up from your phone upon hearing your best friend’s question. “of course.”

you noticed yedam take a quick breath in before looking at you.

“am i in the friendzone?”

you blinked, confused. “what?”

“you heard me,” yedam said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“i- why would you ask that?”

yedam sighed before speaking. “do you not realize how in love i am with you? but all you want to do is spend time with boys who don’t even care about you half as much as i do.”

you held back a smile. “oh, i see. someone’s a little jealous.”

your best friend’s cheeks reddened more. “i’m trying to be serious with you, y/n.”

“yedam, i love you too.”

“you do?” he said, noticeably surprised.

“yes,” your smile widened as you laid your head on his shoulder, taking in his warmth.

“does that mean.....you’ll be mine?”

you kissed his cheek. “of course!”