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[coffee-for-himchan]

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

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

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

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

You'd always hated the snow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It hid nothing but the plain, painful truth.

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

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

That is, until you met him.

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

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

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

He bumped into you. Literally.

Three times.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's.. Alright."

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

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

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

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

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

"Twice already today, am I right?"

"I suppose, yes."

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

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

"So I can keep doing this?"

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

"Would you like to order now, miss?"

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

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

"And you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"(Y/N)!!"

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

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

"You went back to look for me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was so damn attracted to you it physically hurt.

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

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

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

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

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

“I-i.. I k-kinda like y-you too..”

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

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

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

“Does it matter?”

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

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

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

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

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

Unable to process? Not anymore.

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

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

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

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

Knowing he’d unintentionally fallen in love as well.

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B.A.P as Bunnies:

Yongguk:

Himchan:

Daehyun:

Youngjae:

Jongup:

Zelo:

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「 𝗸-𝗽𝗼𝗽 𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 」

Lee Taemin ~ SHINee

Bang Yongguk ~ B.A.P

[noona-clock]

When BAP Babysits with You

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs used in this post.

Yongguk

When you tell Yongguk you can’t come over to his place tonight because you have to babysit your niece, he’ll be a little bummed at first. But then you ask him to help you, and his whole mood changes. He’ll take it very seriously! He’ll buy some books to read, download some movies, and he’ll buy his favorite type of ramen to cook for you guys. He’ll be very patient and sweet with your niece, and you’ll know immediately that you want him to the father of your own children one day! *swoon*

Himchan

Himchan would immediately volunteer to help you babysit your next-door neighbor’s kid -- you wouldn’t even need to ask! He would want to play games with him, make up songs with him, watch dramas together... Himchan would basically do all the work for you. And when you try to split the money with him at the end of the night, he would insist that spending time with you was more than enough payment for him. But he wouldn’t say no to you buying him dinner.

Daehyun

When you find out you have to babysit your younger sibling instead of going on your date with Daehyun, you would invite him over to help you out since you still want to see him. He would hesitate at first, but once you tell him you’re going to cook a meal with 9 side dishes, he would at your door in minutes. He would be perfectly content spending a cozy night in with you and your sibling -- as long as you have a lot of soft, snuggly blankets and a movie-musical DVD to watch! Pair that with your delicious cooking, and Daehyun honestly might never leave.

Youngjae

Once Youngjae hears you have to spend the night babysitting your nephew, he immediately responds with, “Oh, yay! I’ll be right there!” He’ll arrive with a schedule filled with only the most fun activities, the most important one being video games. He will literally spend hours in front of the television playing games with your nephew, and you’ll actually have to pull them away because you need to make sure he (your nephew, not necessarily Youngjae) is fed and bathed and ready for bed before your brother gets home. At the end of the night, Youngjae tells you more than once that he had so much fun. If your brother ever needs a babysitter again, he will gladly help out!

Jongup

“Babysitting??? I’m... not so sure about this. We’ll just be... sitting? With a baby? For the whole night?” When you tell him that, in fact, you will be taking care of a young child, he lets out a sigh of relief. He’ll totally help! He’ll want to teach the kid how to dance, maybe read some mangas together, and he’ll definitely bring over McDonald’s. The next time the parents call you to babysit, they ask you to bring Jongup with you since their child is specifically requesting his presence. You can’t even be offended, though, because any time you spend with Jongup is a good time.

Zelo

When you invite Zelo over to watch your boss’s toddler son for the night, he’s a little hesitant and nervous at first. He doesn’t know much about taking care of small children... You assure him it’s really not much different than taking care of a puppy, and that instantly sparks an idea in him. He’ll bring Mochi with him! He asks if that’s okay, of course, and once your boss approves, Zelo’s worries vanish. Your boss’s son is delighted to see Mochi, and when Zelo offers to teach him how to dance and rap, he’s even more delighted. He ends up dancing and playing with Mochi so much that he falls asleep before it’s even bedtime. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” you asked Zelo as you’re lounging on the couch waiting for your boss to come home. “No, it wasn’t. You did lie to me, though.” “Excuse me?” “This was way more fun than taking care of a puppy.”

[inthewoodzz]

Yongguk: A drunken mind speaks a sober heart

Zelo, drunk: Beesechurger

[bxngstxr]

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

Yongguk

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

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

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

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

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

* That night *

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

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

"I just..." You said whispering.

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

Himchan

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

* After the movie *

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daehyun

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

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

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

"Sure?"

"Sure."

"As you wish babe" you laughed.

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

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

Youngjae

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

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

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

Jongup

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

Zelo

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

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

[lunnanunna]

I'm literally crying!

I miss B.A.P! I'm glad that they're all doing well now, but I still miss them! Watching Daehyun (my bias) perform... well I'm on the floor now bawling. The song gave me B.A.P vibes. And the matoki lightstick in the corner...! Babyz always supporting the boys! Okay, I'm gonna go cry again, bye!

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Little Moments

Little Moments with Kim Himchan

It was his day off and all he wanted to do was relax, you had planned to let him do so while you prepared to make him a nice home cooked meal, but shockingly enough, his fridge and pantry were empty.

“I get that you needed to go to the store, but why did you need to bring me along?” Himchan grumbled under the hood of his black sweatshirt.

“Because it’s your house.” He clicked his tongue at your statement and continued to push the cart behind you. You weave your way through the aisles, grabbing things to fill his fridge and pantry with little to no moaning and groaning from him, “You still doing okay with body wash?”

“I think so.” He hummed.

“Shampoo and conditioner?” This time he didn’t really respond, “Himchan…” you came to a stop and turned around to face him, “Are you good on shampoo and conditioner?”

“No…”

“Okay then let’s—”

“And neither are you…” He avoided eye contact as he rolled the cart past you.

“Himchan! You used all of my shampoo?!” Keeping on his heels, he tried to escape you. You grabbed the hem of his hoodie and held it tightly while pulling him back to you, “Answer me!”

“What did you expect me to do? Stink?”

“No, I expect you to go out and buy your own bathing crap—”

“Would it make you feel better if I said it made me feel close to you while you were gone?” His unexpected answer had your heart fluttering in your chest.

“W-What?” You stuttered, releasing his hoodie.

“You were gone for a month and sleeping without you was hard. After using your shampoo, the smell helped me sleep…” His murmur if words had you melting behind him. Who would’ve guessed that he couldn’t sleep without you there?

“You’re lucky you’re cute…” You mumbled taking the lead, leading him to the shampoo aisle, “Go choose yours and come back.” He nodded watching you lift up a bottle of shampoo. He left your side for a moment to grab his usual earthy smelling shampoo and returned to you to see you opening a bottle of shampoo.

“Babe? Why don’t you get your usual one?” Honey was your usual scent when it came to body wash or shampoo so he was surprised to not see the yellow bottle in your hand.

“I can’t decide if I want to do that or get a new one.” He watched as you lifted a tan bottle with a red lid up to your nose, a smile immediately coming to your lips, “This one smells really good…” You extended your arm out to him to let him smell the bottle and he shook his head.

“Get the honey.”

“But this one has maple in it.” A pout formed on your lips watching his head shake.

“The honey reminds me of you though…” His cheeks pinked up as he avoided eye contact with you. Putting the maple scent back onto the shelf you grabbed the honey shampoo and put it into the cart.

“You use it again and I’m changing it, you hear me.” You came around to his side and peered up into his face, a wide smile appearing on his lips.

“Deal.”

[soft-bap-hour]

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

[yutasbirthchin]

It’s Complicated

Text AU ft BAP and BTOB - Part 57

Previous / Next

[pastel-boy-sungjae]

Let’s take a minute to appreciate Kim Himchan!

Look at him! So cute! Cutie pie! HE’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!!

So handsome and so talented and he’s a model! He’s a whole snack! He’s so damn perfect!

Ok sorry Daddy but no need to be so rude! Can you be less sexy and less hot? Like damn look at this man! He’s creeping toward the bias position slowly and try to take Daehyun’s spot! He’s so perfect!

He is caring, loving, funny, smart, talented and it’s a shame he never had a solo song! I would die for it! Please give him some love he deserves it!

[coffee-for-himchan]

Himchan and having trouble sleeping

this one hits close to home, actually, since I don’t remember the last time I slept well enough not to have dark circles under my eyes to the moon and back at all times. I hope you’re doing fine though, anon, and that this isn’t an issue that concerns you a lot!

You tossed from one side to the other and groaned, creaking your eyes open and immediately narrowing them while looking at the rather bright light of the alarm clock. 3:24 AM. You guessed sleep was cancelled tonight.

A snore came from somewhere to your right, reminding you of the fact that you weren’t alone in the room. Unwillingly you had to admit that you’d always been a little jealous of Himchan regarding all the right reasons, one of those being the fact that he always slept like a log. You’ve always been more of a light sleeper, but recently it had just gotten completely out of hand. There was no schedule to your sleep, no certainty of falling asleep in first place, no pattern to it.. You could spend whole nights just staring up at the ceiling, and him snoring peacefully right beside you wasn’t helping much.

You glanced at him subtly, at his gorgeous profile and his slightly parted lips.. He looked so peaceful while asleep, and still you felt the urge to just whine to him about your issue and see if he could do something about it.How big were the odds that you could poke him awake?

Five persistent pokes to the side into your plan you wanted to call it quits, but right at your last attempt a huff escaped his lips and he turned to the side, his eyes slowly creaking open as he stared at you sleepily and cluelessly. Waking him up was surprisingly easier than you’d expected, because to be completely honest, you thought your plan was doomed from the start.

“Is the house on fire or something?”

“Of course not, you idiot. I would be dragging you out the bed by your feet in that case, not subtly poking you awake,” you rolled your eyes at him, not sure if it was the sleepiness or his actual perception of things speaking. He let out a hum, then a yawn, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness as he tried to make out your face in between all the shadows.

“What’s the matter then?”

“I can’t fall asleep,” you admitted after a moment of silence, not sure if that was reason enough to wake him in the middle of the night, “I’ve tried everything and I just can’t.. I’m tired of being tired.”

For a moment, it seemed like he’d just grumpily mumble something about waking him up in the middle of the night for important matters only, but before you knew it, an arm wrapped right around you middle and demandingly pulled you into it’s desired direction.

“What are you doing so far away from me anyways?”

Of course, you weren’t surprised by his rather snarky and naggy approach to the situation. You couldn’t expect him to be your casual cheesy romantic boy in the middle of the night when suddenly deprived of sleep, but that didn’t change the fact that he sure was perfectly comfortable, his chest wide and much more comfortable than your pillow, his arms strong as they lazily wrapped you up like a present and held you close to him, to the warmth he offered, to his steady breaths and his scent you’d gotten so used to over the years. Snuggling into a truly comfortable position, you wanted to believe that this was it, but couldn’t help and stay pessimistic after so many failed tries of finally getting some rest.

“I’m still awake,” you mumbled in a pouty voice not more than ten seconds after silence had set over both of you.

“Patience, cupcake. We’re gonna get there,” he chuckled a little, his voice still more on the raspy side, “Or do you have any special requests for me that could help you in this situation?”

“You can always be cheesy and sing for me, you know~”

You didn’t know where that came from, but that’s what they did in all the movies, and by the way he dramatically cleared his throat you guessed he was up this cheesy scenario. That is, until he actually started belting out notes.. Ones that weren’t soothing in the least.. And sounded awfully much like a song you weren’t too keen of. 

“Himchan-ah, Gangnam Style isn’t a soothing sleep-to song,” you scolded him immediately, hitting his chest as he let out a snarky laugh, oh so amused by his own badly timed joke. Hell, he couldn’t be serious about this. With every passing moment, sleep deprivation kicked in more and more, and it sure made you easily irritable. Before you knew it, you were trying to escape from his grip.

But he didn’t really intend to let you go. It’s not like he would before he could actually help you.

“Hey, it was just a harmless joke,” he reminded you, just keeping a strong hold of you until you stopped trying to break away from him and gave up on that idea, “I just know how to sing that well, that’s all.”

Now this made you chuckle a little as well, the feeling of his fingers slowly running through your hair making you feel more relaxed again. In a moment you were once again peacefully leaning onto him and he was gently petting your hair, his chest rising up and down slowly and his hear beating steadily, setting some pattern into your tired perception. Maybe, if you’d focus on those repetitive actions, you could actually get some peace.

“How about you tell me about your day while we’re here like this, with a whole bunch of time to spare?”

Little did you know that was part of his initial plan. Detail by detail, you’d only managed to talk so much when you finally yawned for the first time, and soon you found yourself tired enough to maybe even drift off to sleep. He only listened and answered with mild hums, his fingers still soothingly moving through your hair and travelling down your back. When he noticed you getting sleepy, he almost unnoticeably, rather subtly, started humming a melody you thought you faintly recognized, yet didn’t know the exact name of. Word by word, conversation was cut short, and you smiled lightly as you realized dreamland wasn’t far away anymore. 

Now this was what you’d missed… The warmth, the comfort.. The voice of the person you loved so much softly lulling you to sleep. Before you knew it, dreamland welcomed you with open arms, and a little before 4 AM you finally dozed off, softly breathing into his chest.

His fingers ran through your hair one last time before he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, whispering you a goodnight wish and dozing off himself. 

How big were the odds that he’d wake up first tomorrow morning, considering that he never did but this time around you’d probably sleep much longer than usually? Because he could definitely surprise you by making you breakfast, breakfast in bed, to be more exact. If he won’t give into the comfort of just staying tangled up with you in bed until the very late afternoon, that is.

[smitten--kitten]

Slapping Their Ass in Public: B.A.P Edition

Yongguk:

It really depends on how public we are talking

If it's one single time in a semi-public place he won't complain

Assuming you are drunk he may be mildly amused

Himchan:

Let's be honest here

He slapped yours first

You guys might leave early if you guys are both in a mood

Daehyun:

If he's in a mood he'll try to see if you are too

Keeps an eye on you the rest of the time you are out

Might say suggestive things to know what your intentions are

Youngjae:

Doesn't really care as long as it doesn't continue

Might ask why you did it, it really just depends

Jongup:

Not amused

Depending on the timing it may be annoying as well

If you tried to do so again he would grab your hand to prevent it

Zelo:

Kind of into it

But still shy at the same time

Kind of takes it as a weird compliment so expect a smile

Also, he'd probs just look at your ass, not smack back so there is that

[meahrikim]

Daehyun is deleting almost everything from his insta. Please let's not tell him why hes deleting and not following any one lets give him space I feel like it's a way to distress himself he has done this before so we shouldn't worry. b.a.p and us babyz are going through a hard time but I believe that we will get through this. On Junhong insta live today he said that everything's fine we should put our trust in them. Let's send him encouragement instead of telling him why let's let him know that we are with him and to stay strong.

[straymonbap]

Can I please get a fluffy/flirty Himchan scenario #10 & 15? ❤️

I was in the mood for B.A.P bc i’ve been so emo for them since the london concert spoiler: i cried so much there. i hope this is good enough :)

Characters: Kim Himchan of B.A.PPrompt: #10 “Your hair looks sexy pushed back” + #15 “I might be a little bit drunk”

You hadn’t planned on staying for long when you accepted your colleague’s invite to dinner earlier that day. What you hadn’t realised either was that it wasn’t just the two of you going out but that a few more people were tagging along.

You thought it’d be just you, Hyosung and Jieun.  The three of you often had the same shifts at the store you worked at and had become friends that way. So when you had stepped out of the shop last that evening after closing you had been shocked to see Himchan, Daehyun and Youngguk, from the café across the street, standing outside with Jieun and Hyosung.

“Hi?” you had asked a bit unsure, looking at them all in confusion.

“Oh, I invited the guys too” Jieun said and shot you a smile.

It had turned out that Jieun was best friends with Himchan and you now regretted telling her about the tiny crush you had on him.

You were sat between Himchan and Hyosung at the table at the small BBQ restaurant and you had downed way too many shots of soju for your own good already.  You could feel the small cloudiness in your head as you stared the grill in the middle of the table, the meat sizzling and the hum of people talking in the background.

“Are you okay?” a voice asked and you snapped out of your daze and looked over at Hyosung on your right. You nodded and took a sip of water.

“I might just be a little bit drunk” you tell her.

You watch everyone start taking pieces of meat and somehow in the corner of your eye you see Himchan grab a few pieces of meat and casually puts them down on your small plate.

Looking down at your plate you see three perfectly cooked pieces of meat and you then turn to Himchan who is chewing his own piece of meat.

“You should eat” he says and you can’t help but feel a blush creeping up your cheek and you look away to pick up your chopsticks. Fact was that you have actually never really talked to Himchan. All you’ve ever spoken to him before is your order when you go over and buy drinks from their coffee shop.

At the end of the night you knew you had had too much to drink and not enough to eat because when the six of you were getting up to leave you had to grab onto what was closest to you, to not stumble, which happened to be Himchan. He took a hold of you to steady you and you felt embarrassed, whispering a “I’m sorry” before retracting your arm from his arm but he just smiled and took you hand, wrapping it around his elbow so that you could hold onto him.

“Well, I am opening tomorrow so I’ll be heading home” Hyosung said with a smile once all of you had climbed out of the restaurant.

The five others puzzled together who was heading where and you didn’t realise they were leaving their own ways until you were stood alone with Himchan. “Jieun told me you live in the same area as me” He tells you and you just nod. Together you start walking towards what turned out to be the bus stop and you managed to fumble out your bus pass before making your back in the bus. After taking a seat by the window before Himchan sits down beside you. The ride is quiet, but it’s the comfortable type of silence.

“Come on, this is our stop” Himchan’s voice pulls you out of the sleep you hadn’t realised that you had slipped into and you quickly get up and run off the bus after him. Walking down the empty street you look at Himchan.

His hair is down, different from how it usually is when he is at work. Every time you’ve seen him at the café his hair has been pushed back in a lazy and fluffy quiff.

“Your hair looks sexy pushed back” you said, letting it slip before you can stop yourself. It was probably the alcohol talking.

“What?” Himchan asks, turning to face you. When you realise what you’ve said your eyes widen and you sink down into a squat position, your head in your hands.

“Oh no” you mumble and you want to actually disappear.

Himchan looks at you with a small smile on his face. He squats down in front of you and decides not to embarrass you as you seem to regret what you’ve done.

“What did you say?” he asked and you peek at him from behind your hands. Had he really not heard you? You couldn’t see on him if he was lying. You decided to not say anything and instead you looked down at the ground.

“Come on, let’s get you home” Himchan said and put a hand on your shoulder.

~

You hadn’t seen Himchan for over a week since your embarrassing encounter with him. But now Jieun and Hyosung had convinced you to go across the street to get afternoon coffee for the three of you. Begrudgingly you make your way across the road and enter the coffee shop.

Shuffling up to the till you can’t help your cheeks flushing when Himchan turns towards you from beside the espresso machine, shooting you a toothy smile. His black hair is again pushed back from his face and you shoot him a small smile.

“The usual?” he asks and you nod. “It’ll be done in a few minutes then”.

You look around the coffee shop but you are surprised at how quick everything is done.

“One Americano, one caramel latte and one white chocolate frappuccino” Himchan says and pushes the cupholder towards you.

“That’ll be 10 500 won” he says and you swipe your card before you put your card into your wallet and grab the drinks.

“Thanks Himchan” you manage and leave the store. You have only gotten to the crosswalk when Himchan is yelling after you.

“____!” he yells your name and you turn towards him. He has a bag in his hands that he hands towards you. “Here. I want you to have these” he says and you look down at the bag before slowly take it from him. He doesn’t say anything but gives you a smile before he turns and walks back to the café.

Once you get back to the store you check the reciept to notice that you’ve only paid for the Americano and latte. Then you look into the bag to find a piece of strawberry shortcake. On the box there is a small note. You almost choke on your frappuccino when you read it.

I hope you like this cake as much as I like you.Can I walk you home tonight?050-XXXXXXX  Himchan♡