#bap himchan scenarios

[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]

B.A.P as Bunnies:

Yongguk:

Himchan:

Daehyun:

Youngjae:

Jongup:

Zelo:

[stormxac]

~

「 𝗸-𝗽𝗼𝗽 𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 」

Lee Taemin ~ SHINee

Bang Yongguk ~ B.A.P

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[bxngstxr]

BAP: "i want a baby" joke💬

Yongguk:

Himchan:

Daehyun:

Jongup:

Youngjae:

Zelo:

[squirrelly831]

Making Up With Mom [Yongguk and Himchan]

This follows the Child Makes Mom Cry.

Enjoy

Yongguk

Ever since the argument between Catherine and her mom, Stephanie, three days ago there was a heavy tension when they were together. Stephanie couldn’t stop questioning herself as a parent and what she was doing. She wondered if she was wrong being a daycare owner. If she wasn’t doing the best she could as a mom.

When Catherine would enter a room, Stephanie would stiffen as she felt a wave of anxiety. She’d stop what she was doing in the room and leave. She knew it was childish, but she didn’t know what to say and she couldn’t take the tension. It was suffocating. However, what she didn’t know was the defeated look her daughter had each time her mom left her alone.

“Dad...”  

Yongguk looked up from his computer with dark eye bags under his eyes. He rubbed his eyes as he looked at the time before he turned his attention to his daughter, “It’s late Catie, you should be asleep.”

Catherine entered Yongguk’s home office, “I know... it’s just... Mom still won’t talk to me.”

Yongguk pushed back his spinning chair to face her, “Well, baby... what you said--”

Catherine’s eyes instantly watered, “Did I break mom?” She choked on her voice, “Did I make mom hate me for being a terrible daughter? I didn’t mean what I said and I don’t know why I said it to her.” She sniffled as she wiped her tears with her sweater cuff. “I love mom and I don’t want her to not love me anymore. But she wo--” Her bottom lip quivered as she broke into sobs. Yongguk got up from his seat as he took his daughter into his arms.

Stephanie woke to the echoing cries of her daughter and shot from her bed. She headed towards the sounds to her husband’s office. Stephanie entered to see Catherine in her dad’s arms distraught and broken. “Catie” she rushed to her daughter’s aide fearing something bad happened. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Catherine’s shoulders quivered as she pulled her face from her dad’s shirt, “I’m sorry. Don’t hate me. I didn’t mean it I swear.” Yongguk loosened his grip on Catherine as Stephanie reached out to hug her. Stephanie knelt in front of Catherine who in seconds just collapsed in her mom’s warmth. “I love you. You are an amazing mom. I don’t hate you. I don’t want a different mom.”

Stephanie ran her fingers in her daughter’s hair as she kept her own tears at bay. “Shh, it’s okay” her voice was low and even. “I don’t hate you my love. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” She kissed her daughter’s hair as she tried to calm her down.

The next morning, Stephanie woke to the smell of breakfast being made and slowly sat up in bed. She looked to her side to see her husband gone.Stephanie got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. She peeked inside to see Yongguk standing over their daughter as she flipped a pancake.

“I did it!” Catherine squealed as she looked up at her dad.

He rubbed her head in approval, “You did. Good job!”

Stephanie leaned against the archway and smiled at the two. “Morning” she greeted.

The two jumped in surprise. Catherine groaned, “You ruined the surprise, mom!”

Stephanie chuckled as she pushed herself off the archway, “I’m sorry, love. But it smelled divine, so I had to see what was going on.” She approached her little family and pressed a kiss on her husband’s lips then a kiss on her daughter’s head. She peeked over and noticed the sloppily made heart shaped pancake in the skillet. “That looks delicious. Maybe we should have a fruit salad with it?”

Catherine’s eyes lit up, “That sounds good! Why didn’t you think of that, dad?” She nudged him.

Yongguk stepped back defensively, “There’s a reason your mom’s the brains in this family.” He went for the fruits while Stephanie assisted their daughter with the rest of the pancakes. He couldn’t help but glance back at the two women in his life with a gummy smile plastered on his face.

Himchan

It was the day after the argument between Miranda and her son, Seungwon. Eunhae bounced down the stairs with her ponytail swishing behind her. She took a turn to head into the kitchen to see only Seungwon sitting at the island with a grumpy look on his face. Her morning smile fell as she looked around the kitchen, “Where’s mom?”

Seungwon let out a grunt, “She’s late apparently. No breakfast” he rolled his eyes.

Himchan rushed into the kitchen as he attempted to fix his tie, “Morning guys, mom isn’t feeling too great today, so you’ll have to fend for yourselves.” He paused as he stared his son down. He shook his head and looked to his daughter, “Mom told me to take you to school today, hun. You got everything?” Eunhae grinned widely and nodded. Himchan gave her a smile back before he headed out to the car.

Eunhae turned to Seungwon with an angry look, “It’s your fault mom isn’t okay. I hope you know that, prick.” She retrieved her bag and threw it over her shoulder then headed out the door.

It wasn’t until noon when Miranda made her way out of the bedroom. Miranda hated the idea that she was hiding from her son, but she was. She didn’t know how to approach him after the day before. Miranda headed down to the kitchen to make lunch for the two of them when she heard the sound of pots and pans clashing about. The sound made her jump, as she approached the archway to the kitchen.

Seungwon put a baking dish and pan on the surface of the oven before he leaned over the cookbook. “Enchilada sauce in the bottom of a 9 x 13 baking dish? What is a 9 x 13?”

“The x between the two numbers mean 9 by 13″ Miranda replied startling her son. He turned his head back to her and she awkwardly waved at him. “What are you trying to make?”

His face reddened as he looked back to the cookbook, “I got hungry and wanted enchiladas...”

Miranda’s lips tilted upward as she looked at her son’s back. “I can make some if--”

“No, I’ll make them myself” he said suddenly. “Just--Just go do something else... please.”

“Okay... Call if you need to” she went to the living room, pulled out her laptop, and began working on work emails and projects. Not noticing her son peeking into the room with a sad look.

40 minutes later, Seungwon appeared before his mom with a plate of enchiladas and Mexican rice. “Here you go” his voice was small as he waited for her to take it.

Miranda shut her laptop and let out a girlish squeal, “Ah! It looks so good!” She took the plate and cut up the enchiladas. With a quick blow on it, Miranda bite. Her eyes lit up as she looked at her son and let out a groan of approval. After swallowing the enchilada, she grinned, “You did perfect! Which recipe did you use?”

“Aunt Monica sent me the family recipe on the phone...” He sat on the sofa across from her, but didn’t take a bite as he stared at his food. His jaw clenched as he tried to force himself to talk.

Miranda noticed the shift in her son, “Wha--”

“I don’t know why I get so angry” Seungwon spilled. He took a sharp breath, “I get so angry with the smallest things. I want to hit things and I know it’s not normal. I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right, mom. And what I did yesterday, I was pissed at myself. I’m not like Eunhae. Her grades are perfect, everyone likes her. I’m a dumbahhhh--” he stumbled on the word knowing his mom was against cursing-- “I’m an idiot. I don’t understand school. I don’t have a goal in life. I don’t know what I’m doing or where I’m going.” His eyes waters, “I know I’m not normal. I know I’m worthless, but I don’t want to be given up on... I’m sorry for yesterday. I am so so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you--I wouldNEVERhurtyoumom” his words meshed together as he cried.

Miranda set down her plate as she rushed to her son and sat beside him. She pulled him to her in a hug as her hand petted his hair, “You are my son, baby. You’re not worthless or stupid.” She kissed his head, “You don’t need to compare yourself to Eunhae. I know you’re sorry, I mean you made this amazing lunch. I didn’t even know you could cook this well! I should have you help me make dinner more often.” Seungwon let out a weak laugh. “Being weak, isn’t bad. Showing weakness doesn’t make you pathetic. You’re hurting and I don’t know why. You don’t have to tell me why either if you don’t want to, but you have to know deep down something is wrong. We can take you to counseling, have a third party listen and give you advice. Maybe get you into kick boxing to release your tension, but we can’t let you lash out on others.”

Seungwon nodded silently before he spoke again, “I’ll try counseling, but please not Aunt Katelyn. That’s just awkward.”

“Deal!”

That night, Himchan and Eunhae arrived home to hear Miranda shouting in French. They two rushed in to see Miranda and Seungwon in front of the tv playing Mario Party.

Seungwon let out a loud laugh as he watched his mom, “You suck at this game, mom!”

“But really, is it me that sucks or the game that sucks...”

“It’s totally yo--” Seungwon’s smile fell as he looked back to see his sister and dad behind them.

Miranda looked up from the game to see what caught Seungwon’s attention. “Ah, you guys are home! Perfect. Dinner should be ready soon. Seungwon made it! Go get ready. Let’s play another round after dinner, Wonwon. I swear I’ll beat you next time.” She stood up and rubbed her son’s hair before she headed to the kitchen pecking her husband’s lips and patting her daughter’s cheek in the process. Eunhae followed after her mom leaving Himchan and Seungwon alone.

Seungwon awkwardly stood prepared for another lecture from his dad for being on a video game. Himchan approached him and patted his shoulder, “Your mom is terrible at video games, right?” Seungwon was caught off guard with his comment. “Even when we were dating, I tried to get her into video games, but she kept accidentally killing me in the games.”

“I can see that” Seungwon chucked. “She crashed her own car three times then made me crash.”

Himchan nodded, “Sounds about right. Go get ready for dinner, we can all play later, okay?”

“Yea!” Seungwon grinned as he hurried out the room. He paused at the archway, “Also, I’m sorry for yesterday. I was out of line.” Himchan said nothing as he gave his son a nod before Seungwon headed to the bathroom.

Part II ||  Part III

Credit to gif owners

Written & revamped by Squirrelly831

♕ REQUEST

☮ B.A.P MASTERLIST

∞ ULTIMATE MASTERLIST

[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!

[jiminscaramel]

a special something for a special someone ✨ @kuromatoki

[12:00am] Jongup smiles, watching you closely as you dance under the soft glow of fairy lights, completely lost in the rhythm of the music.

[topbap]

B.A.P asking you for a blowjob plz? Mini scenarios maybe? Whatever you feel like...

A/N - Hope this is okay, sorry they’re short and maybe, probably, crappy, thanks for the request ❤️ don’t think it’s quite what you asked for, but hopefully you enjoy it.

Yongguk:

“Babe” Yongguk came out into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping down his torso from his shower.

“Hm?” You looked up from your phone while laid back on the bed.

Yongguk moved forward a few steps, smirking slightly, brushing his hair back out of his face. As he got to the bed, you shuffled to the edge, letting your legs hang from the bed. His long finger curled under your chin and lifted it up, making you look directly as him. You raised one hand up and he grabbed it, pulling it closer to him and placing it over his crotch, smirking as he did.

“See what you do to me?” he muttered, groaning slightly at the pressure of your hand against his growing bulge, “I can’t stop thinking about you, right now.”

You gulped slightly at the feel of him under your hand before shuffling closer to the edge of the bed,

“Baby, I want your mouth around my cock...”

You nodded, dropping off the bed and onto your knees, hooking your fingers around the top of his towel.

Himchan:

Himchan’s hand rubbed up your thigh as he kept his other hand on the steering wheel, his eyes maintaining contact with the road. You squeezed his hand with your thighs which made him lightly chuckle.

“It’s a shame we’re so far away from home...” you whispered, leaning your head to the side to look at him as you spoke.

“Well, there is still some fun we can have.” His voice was low as he grabbed your hand, pulling it over to his lap.

You smirked, knowing what he meant, the roads were busy but you were sure know one would notice you in the car. You unbuckled and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down slightly with his help. You slid your hand into his boxers and moved your hand across the top of his cock,

“Come on, I know you want to do more than that, too.” He smiled, running his hand up your back as you freed his length from his underwear.

You leaned yourself forward towards him as he grabbed a hand full of your hair, groaning as you got to work.

Youngjae:

Youngjae squeezed his arms around your waist as you were sat in his lap, watching the rest of the group dance and mess about. Your finger traced up and down the back of his hand as you lightly grinded against him, teasing him which made him squeeze you harder.

“You know, if you turn me on, you’re going to have to deal with it.” Youngjae’s mouth moved up to your ear, whispering quietly and letting his lips drag across the sensitive skin of your neck.

Laughing, you continued, moving your arse slowly across his crotch, pressing down while squeezing his knees with your hands. His hands moved to your hips, they tightened around your sides as he bit his lip, trying to hold back a groan. The rest of the group was completely distracted and he took this as his chance to drag you away, he pushed you up and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the door.

Once you were out the room, he pulled you down the hall towards a door, some type of closet room, or janitors room. Youngjae pushed you in and walked in behind you, shutting the door quickly and slamming you against the wall, kissing you roughly.

“I told you, you’d have to sort it out.” He growled while continuing to kiss you.

“What would you like me to do, sir?” You mocked him slightly, making him laugh, but barely.

“You’re going to get on your knees and please me.”

Daehyun:

“Behave,” Daehyun muttered while hugging you, pulling you closer to him while you were both laid in bed.

“But, I can’t sleep” you pouted and kissed his chin.

He sighed and rubbed his hand up and down your back, placing a light kiss against your forehead and chuckling,

“I can’t help with that...” Daehyun patted your head a few times before moving to lay on his back.

You sighed and did the same, tapping your hands on the blanket either side of you, as you looked up to the ceiling in boredom. Daehyun’s hand ran along the blanket, grabbing hold of your hand and locking fingers, after a few moments he tugged on you. Before you could speak, he sighed,

“You’ve woke me up properly now, and I guess we could do something that could make us both sleepy...”

“Hmmm?” You rolled closer to him, your hand running along his bare chest.

His lips got closer to you, they hovered in front of your own,

“Well, I think you should go first, seem as you woke me up.” he went silent a moment, “go down on me, then I’ll see what I can do for you.”

Jongup:

You sat on the couch, your nose buried in your book, as it had been all day. Jongup was sat next to you, scrolling through his phone and sighing every now and again. Eventually, you looked up with a raised eyebrow, tilting your head at him,

“What?”

“Nothing...” Jongup stayed looking at his phone, holding a pillow to his lap before he locked his phone and turned to you.

“Were you looking at pictures I sent you?” you narrowed your eyes, after seeing a quick glimpse of a naked body that looked like yours.

Jongup grinned slightly, partially out of embarrassment and some out of arousal. You shook your head side to side and chuckled, rolling your eyes before shutting your book. Once you placed it down on the side, you turned your head towards him again, he moved his hand to your face and rubbed his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Could I ask you something?” Jongup spoke quietly, as if he were shy.

You nodded, letting him caress your face,

“Would you help me?” you frowned as he spoke, before you noticed his boner as he moved the pillow away, “I want these sweet lips of yours to help me out.”

Zelo:

Yawning, you stretched and opened your eyes, rubbing them as your sight adjusted to the daylight shining through the curtains of your bedroom window. Junhong laid next to you, already awake as he smiled down at you,

“Good morning”

“Morning,” you mumbled back to him, leaning across him and resting your head on his chest.

“How are you feeling?” His hand rubbed through your hair as he yawned.

“Fine,”

“Good.” As he spoke, you looked up at him, a slight confused look at what he said.

Junhong smiled a little, kissing your forehead and moving you so you were laid on your back. You wiggled under him and he chuckled, pinning your hands above your head.

“Nothing better than having a bit of fun in the morning, is there?” Junhong whispered as he placed a line of kisses across your neck, “now, suck my cock, so then I can fuck you senseless.”

[diavory]

B.A.P IS NOW:

YOUNG

WILD

AND

FREE

We all now that they are better together 😭💚

B.A.P x BABYz

Will last forever.

[imnotapirate]

[coffee-for-himchan]

Drabble request: Himchan + snow

I feel like everybody has fond snow-related memories and loves snow for all the right reasons, while all I associate snow with is being hit in the face with a snowball or freezing for hours on a ski slope. Fun times

also the gif ain’t snow related in the least but I just like it a lot okay that hair suited him well

You put your fingertips against the cold glass of the window and let your eyes adjust to the astonishing brightness of the snow that happened to be just on every inch of the yard, thanks to the unexpected snowfall that started yesterday late in the evening and hadn’t stopped since. In the midst of it all, a familiar figure was having a tough battle with a rather huge snow shovel and the driveway that needed to be cleared. You watched him shoveling piles upon piles of snow aside of the road just to turn around and see that everything was once again covered in a thin layer of white the very next second.

Guess you wouldn’t be leaving this place anytime soon.

Himchan finally turned around a bit, enough for you to catch a glance of his face. Pure exhaustion, both emotional and physical, along with frustration could be seen in each of his features. It amazed you how he hadn’t thrown everything in the bush just yet (both metaphorically and literally) and was trying to do as he’d first intended. You guessed stubbornness indeed won over laziness.

You got an idea just then and there. Pulling on your coat and your boots, you tip-toed out of the back entrance of the house and walked around the garage. From this angle, out of the garage corner, you could see him very well while he, well.. Shouldn’t spot you all too easily.

Without much thought to it you rolled up a snowball and aimed at him, successfully hitting him from your first try.

“Ah!” he unexpectedly yelped, immediately running his fingers over the nape of his neck that was now coated in snow. Before he could turn around to see who committed such a crime against him, you hid behind the corner, listening to his silent curses an giggling at the fact that he apparently had no idea where you were at.

“(Y/N)!” he called out your name, to his not-so-surprise, without any response. You could only stand there and giggle, watching how he slowly glanced around and went back to work, this time moving even slower and with even less desire, showing his true defeated form.

It didn’t take you long to assemble another snowball and launch it into his direction, this time around hitting his upper right arm, despite originally aiming for the same spot as last time. His reflexes were much faster now, though he still wasn’t able to catch a glance of you as once he turned around, like last time, there was no one there.

“(Y/N), it ain’t funny, I’m already freezing as it is and this surely isn’t helping!” he called out, just to get hit by a snowball again the very second he was turning back around, this time, right to the side of his face.

Uh oh. You felt like that had maybe been a step too far.

For a moment, he stood there, slowly rising his hand to his face and wiping most of the snow off. Tossing the shovel aside, he disappeared to the other side of the house, picking up another shovel on his way, presumably bringing that one over to the tool chamber since it didn’t help much. You felt a little bad, considering temperatures were really much lower than any of you two would usually find comfortable, and stood there, waiting for him to come back around into your field of sight so you could maybe apologize to him or do something among those lines.

That was the initial plan at least, until you heard snow crunching under somebody’s boots right behind you.

It all happened in a second - his arms flinging around you, the tackle to the ground that made your back hit the nearby pile of snow, his weight on top of you making sure you wouldn’t be able to scurry away from the cold in a second. Snow was now everywhere - getting inside your coat, tangling into your hair, making you squeal as it touched your skin and immediately sent shivers down your spine.. Everywhere. And he was holding you down despite your squeals and squirming, wrestling you further into the snow.

“Idiot, get off of me!!”

Content was all across his face as he finally obeyed and rolled off of your frame, watching you struggle to sit up. Though he himself wasn’t any warmer, at least he’d caught the one who’d been troubling him and did what had to be done.

“I mean, did you really have to tackle me to the ground!?”

“Did I have to? Not sure. But was it worth it?” he asked and rose a brow, rolling up a snowball and tossing it into your direction just to hit you in the chest and cause another squeak, “Definitely.”

“We’ll see about that.”

It was so damn cold now with snow being everywhere it shouldn’t be, but that didn’t stop more snowballs being thrown at each other, more tackles, more tries to get back at each other in revenge. You tried to remember the last time you’d rolled around the snow as violently as now and simply couldn’t. It was such a childish and silly thing to do, but nonetheless, every time he pulled a face from another snowball hitting him, it made you laugh. And those three or so minutes of back and forth frosty combat were just about the best laugh you’d had this weekend.

“Okay, now I’m really cold and it’s not fun anymore,” you complained, lying on your back now and panting lightly, feeling another shiver coursing down your spine. Himchan, who was lying next to you in a similar position, let out an agreeing hum, turning his head to you and looking you in the eye.

“Let’s head inside and warm up,” he proposed, looking back up at the skies, at the snow that continued rapidly falling on everything nearby, “We’re not getting away from here today anyways.”

“You giving up on all that shoveling?”

Just the thought of going back to it made him pull a disgusted face, and that made you laugh out loud.

“Well, I can’t work when a certain somebody is launching snowballs at me all the time,” he rose a brow, not being able to resist a smile as he saw the mischievous look in your eyes, “Plus, I’ve worked just about enough today. And we have nowhere to hurry.”

“Agreed.”

[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

[hxnxjisxng]

Bang yongguk

Is the most attractive man ever😍

Reblog if you agree

[staytheb]

Chocolate Memory

Pairing: B.A.P’s Himchan x OC [Minhye] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 954 Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and Minhye wants to confess her feelings for her brother’s best friend, Himchan, with chocolate. Although the last time she had made chocolates for him was when they were children and they were made out of mud.

Warning: none, except not proof-read since last shared, 7 years ago lol

Himchan’s was third of the Valentine’s Day special for B.A.P. his was cute if i recall and i honestly didn’t know how i was able to write that much and within a short amount of time. but i guess back then i was more free and didn’t think too much about what to write. sadly, i think too much and can’t get much done. miss those days. but um, so yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

For as long as she could remember, Kang Minhye has always had a strong dislike for Kim Himchan. It was only because he was the best friend of her oppa, Chansik; the two would bully and play pranks on Minhye whenever they were together. She was always outnumbered and disliked it. Also, it was because she couldn’t forget the memory where Himchan insulted her about her cooking.

Although they were kids, his words still hurt. It was when they were six and sever years old, and they were playing house and she had made him chocolate. Of course the chocolate was made out of mud, because she wasn’t at the age to know how to actually do something like that, and he actually ate them, instead of pretending to eat them, and told her they tasted disgusting and dirty. Minhye cried and swear to hate Himchan forever, and then she shoved the rest of the mud chocolate in his face and ran away.

Although Himchan was made to apologize to Minhye that same day by his umma, she still didn’t forget it, and only accepted his apology because of her own umma telling her so. Minhye still swear to hate Himchan forever, her hate eventually started to turn the other way around and she began crushing on him instead of hating him as she grew older. She started to see Himchan in a new light, and she suppressed her growing crush for Himchan every time he was around, mentioned, or when her thoughts wandered off on their own. No longer able to suppress her feelings, she finally admitted to herself that she liked her oppa’s best friend, Kim Himchan, and whether he liked her back or not; she was going to let him know. She was no longer that little girl anymore.

Minhye decided to meet up with Himchan at the park’s playground, since it was halfway for the both of them, and he agreed to meet her there. Also, it was only because of the little kids who would be around. She felt that she would feel much safer knowing that she wouldn’t be as embarrassed with the young ones around to witness, and she could offer them her present, if Himchan didn’t want it, that is if he didn’t want it. While waiting for him, Minhye wander around the playground before deciding to sit on one of the swing set.

Just as she sat down and was about to swing herself up, Himchan arrived at the playground. He spotted her after a few turning his head from left to right, and made his way towards Minhye. Quickly getting up, and smoothing out her clothes to appear presentable, Minhye greeted him shyly as Himchan greeted her back and asked her what she needed to tell him, casually standing there and putting his hands into his front pockets.

While slowly telling him that she needed him to know about something, Minhye fumbled with the clasp of her bag to retrieve the item she wanted to present to him, as she finally expressed that she liked him, like as in like, having feelings for him kind of ordeal. Since today was Valentine’s Day, she finally got her gift for him out of her bag; she held out a box of yummy chocolate and told him that she had made these especially for him, and waited for his reply.

This was totally a first for the both of them, since Himchan has never received anything from Minhye, and Minhye has never given anything to him, or ever made something for him again. She thought she might as well make him better chocolate since she learned how to actually make them now and she wanted Himchan to know that her chocolate have improved since then, and tasted a whole lot better.

Himchan was surprised by this action of Minhye after all those years of knowing her, since she never seemed to be friendly towards him after that one incident when they were little. Himchan then responded by taking the box of chocolate, and thanked Minhye with a smile, a friendly smile, feeling really touched. Minhye returned her own friendly smile right back at him and then urge him to taste the chocolate. He took a seat on one of the swing and Minhye joined him.

Himchan then jokingly said he hoped that the chocolate weren’t made out of water and dirt as the base ingredients and laughed sticking a piece of chocolate clump into his mouth. Minhye didn’t enjoy his comment and slapped his arm and told him that she spent a lot of time making them. Himchan apologize, taking back his earlier spoken words and had replaced them with the words that they taste very delicious instead.

The two spent their time swinging and eating the chocolate, finally resolving the issue from back then and becoming more friendly then they had been throughout their early years. Suddenly one of the little boys and his friends stole the chocolate box from Himchan, finding a way to distract him before taking it, and running off with it to eat it themselves, while laughing at their success.

Himchan chased after them, very much annoyed, but once he reached them and retrieved the box back, it was empty; they had finished the rest of the chocolate. He started scolding the little boys and nagging at them, but Minhye stopped him from his rant, and told him there were more at her house, if he wanted to eat more of them, that is. The two then set off towards Minhye’s house, walking side by side as the space between them dwindle step by step until they were walking shoulder to shoulder.

[flyfireflyfly]

Run Away

Length warning: 3,059 words

You shifted in your seat, trying to get comfortable. The room was growing unbearably stuffy from all the people, and more kept arriving through the doors behind you. You took the paper program and fanned yourself with it for a moment. It didn't exactly help. Sighing, you let your arm drop down in to your lap. Then you felt an unsettling feeling and turned your head to look at the person next to your right. Your mom was giving you a disapproving look. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you looked away to examine the little booklet you held. There was certainly a lot in it. Not exactly a simple wedding, which explains why you and your family had received an invitation. This was meant to be a spectacle. Orchestra music began playing and you glanced at the doors in the back of the large room. More guest filed in though instead of the wedding party. This was only the first of three songs to be played before the actual ceremony. You wanted to groan and have a bit of a tantrum but you resisted that as well. Most of the guests took their seats and the chatter grew quieter. You surveyed the people sitting around you, recognizing very few faces. Then you looked across the aisle to the bride's side. There wasn't a single person in the crowd that you knew, though it was hard to see everyone. There had to be over a hundred people in the room. One person in particular caught your eye and you watched them amusingly. The man looked as if he didn't want to be here either. He was slouching in his chair and fiddling with the program that had been handed out. Then he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He only managed to mess with it for a few seconds before the older woman sitting next to him leaned in closer. She said something to him and he put the phone back in his pocket.

A small smile formed on your face. You could imagine the scolding he received. Probably the same one that your mom would give you if you dared to take out your phone. Suddenly the male turned and met your gaze. You inhaled sharply and quickly looked away. After waiting a few seconds, you chanced peeking over at him again. He was still looking at you and when he noticed he had your attention once more, he screwed up his face. An exaggerated expression that seemed to be his silent pleading, 'Just kill me now and put me out of my misery.' You swiftly slapped a hand over your mouth and looked at your lap. A snort of laughter still escaped you though, so you knew your mom was surely giving you another one of her looks. Clearing your throat, you lowered your hand and avoided looking at her. Instead you turned your attention back to the man. He had a smirk on his face, making you think that he saw the look your mom had given you. You gave him a playful glare and watch as his smirk turned in to a huge grin. At that moment, you noticed the woman beside him staring at you. You turned away and acted as if you were simply examining the crowd of people. After a bit, you peeked back over and saw the older woman earnestly talking to the man. He was shaking his head with an annoyed expression on his face, obviously not enjoying whatever she was saying. Then she was looking at you again. You averted your gaze once more as curiosity ate at you. What was she saying? Probably wondering if he knew her. That was a likely question. It didn't exactly explain his reaction though. There was definitely more to it, you just couldn't figure out what it was. The music changed, piquing your interest and hope. Instead of the classic wedding march, another song played. Slouching in your chair, you wished this thing would get over with already.

Once the long ceremony concluded, all the guests moved into another room that was even larger than the first. Round tables filled most of it, except the center where a dance floor was, and there was one long banquet table sitting on a small stage on the far side. You glanced around, wondering what to do and whether there was an escape route, when your arm was grabbed. "Be a dear and find our seats." your mother told you. Without waiting for a reply, she released you and moved away to talk to a group of people that had gathered. Rolling your eyes, you meandered your way around the tables. At least the room seemed to be divided between the groom and the bride again so you stuck to the tables on the right. It still took you several minutes before finally finding a table with your name on a place card. You sat down and checked the other cards besides yours. One had your mother's name on it while the other had a name you vaguely recognized. Probably one of your mom's co-workers. Surely your mom wasn't the only person from the company to receive an invitation. The crowd started to thin as people moved through the room. Some took their seats, more were standing and talking to each other. Time seemed to slowly tick by until there was the squeal of a microphone. You looked over at the banquet table and realized there was a DJ booth tucked in to a corner behind it. "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the bride and groom!" Cheers erupted as the doors opened. The newly married couple waltzed in, waving happily as they headed towards the dance floor. A song began playing and they stepped in to each other's arms. They danced, smiling at each other, and you couldn't help but smile as well. Even though they were putting on a show for over a hundred people, it was still plainly obvious that they were in love. Once the song was over, there was a round of applause and then everyone took their seats. Servers entered the room and food was set on the tables. You straightened in anticipation and willed your stomach to not growl. At least there was one good thing about being dragged along. What was set in front of you though promptly crushed your lifted movie. It resembled food, but you couldn't tell what it was. There there was also the fact that you could probably finish it in three to four bites. You lifted your fork and poked at the food before shifting it around your plate. Was that a mushroom? And this other thing was probably eggplant. You glanced at the others seated at the table to see them picking at their food, more interested in talking to each other than eating. Obviously about work as you picked out words like 'proposal', 'insolvent', and 'cash flow statement'. Taking a deep breath that did nothing for you, you hurriedly ate the food in four bites. Then you stood up. "Excuse me." you politely said even though you doubted anyone would hear you. You started to head to the door that you entered through when you noticed another door off to the side and much closer. As soon as you passed through it, you took another deep breath, breathing much easier this time.

The hallway was mostly empty but you spotted a few servers off to the left. That must be the direction of the kitchen so you went right instead. The hall came to an end and you made another right. Then you came to an abrupt stop so you wouldn't trip over someone. "Hey." You blinked in surprise. The man sitting on the floor was the same one from earlier. "Uh... hey." You looked past him a little ways and saw a set of double doors. "You making a run for it?" he asked and indicated the doors. "No." you replied. "Just hiding out for a bit." He grinned at you. "Me too." Then he lifted plate off the floor that was piled full of cream puffs. "I stole these from the kitchen." "Oh my god, food." You sat next down next to him and grabbed a handful. "Guess dinner wasn't all that good." he said with a chuckle. You shook your head. "You didn't miss much." "My name is Himchan by the way." Swallowing a mouthful of food, you introduced yourself as well. Himchan grabbed a cream puff and nibbled on it. "So, I'm assuming you were dragged here against your will." "Yeah. My mom works for the groom and she basically demanded I come. Said it would be the perfect chance expand my network." You rolled eyes at that. "What about you?" "My mom knows the bride. Not sure how though." You eyed him curiously. "Why did you get dragged here?" A noticeable blush graced his cheeks as he looked away. "I'd rather not say." You laughed, you couldn't help it. "Okay." Then you changed the subject, noticing the relief in his eyes that you didn't press him for an answer. Much to your surprise, the conversation flowed easily between you two. He was easy to talk to and you found yourself laughing quite a few times. And when you made a sarcastic comment, making him laugh as well, you even found yourself grateful that your mother had brought you here against you will. Which caused your face to heat up and you looked away from him to hide it. Loud music filled the hallway at that moment and you naturally turned your head towards the sound. "Oh, guess the dinner and toasting is done." you commented. Then you looked back at the male to see him smiling. "Guess so." Himchan echoed. Then he offered you his hand. "May I have this dance?" You snorted out a laugh and amusingly nodding your head while giving him your hand. "Sure." He quickly stood up before you got off the floor and helped you up. Your willed yourself not to blush as you smiled and glanced at the floor. You expected him to lead you back to the dining hall but instead, he held your hand and placed his other hand on your waist. "Here?" You giggled and settled your hand on his shoulder. "Oh yeah. Much better than having to deal with all those people. And my mom." You giggled again and let him lead you in to a waltz that certainly didn't match the beat of the music. Which only made you laugh more and his own laugh mingled with yours. Suddenly he jerked to a stop and released you. You blinked at him in surprise, seeing the happiness drain out of his face. "There you are." Whirling around, you saw the woman who had been sitting next to him during the ceremony. She had a grin on her face which only grew bigger as she eyed you up and down. "Uhh... I... I w-was..." stuttered Himchan. The woman closed the distance to you. "Well, aren't you going to introduce us?" Himchan tried to stammer out your name but failed so you told her it yourself. She repeated it, as if testing the sound of your name. "Are your parents here?" she questioned. "Uh... My mom is. My dad is at work right now." Instantly she looped her arm around yours and began dragging down the hallway. "Wonderful! I'd love to meet her." Your eyes widened in surprise as you tried to process what was happening. It didn't help that she kept firing off question after question. Where did you work, where did you go to school, where did your parents work, etc. You felt so helpless that you could only glance at Himchan trailing after the two of you. "Mom, stop. Please." he pleaded under his breath, so quietly that you barely heard him. You entered the dining hall and was yanked to a stop. "Where is she?" the woman asked while glancing around. "Uh..." A loud voice caught your attention and you turned. "There you are! There's some people I want you to meet!" You watch your mom approach you, eyeing the lady with you curiously. "Who is this?" Himchan's mom finally let you go and stepped next to your mom. "You have a lovely daughter." Then she grabbed Himchan by the arm and yanked him closer. "And this is my son, Himchan." Your mom's gaze flickered between the two of them for a moment before a bright smile formed on her face. "Oh! Such a handsome, young man. What do you do for a living Himchan?" Before the man could speak, his mother answered for him. Then continued listing his various achievements and hobbies, plus where she and her husband worked. Your mother nodded her head eagerly, hanging on to every word spoken, until she glanced at you with a look of surprise. As if she had completely forgotten you were there. "Why don't you two go out on the dance floor and enjoy yourselves?" "Splendid idea." Himchan's mother agreed. "In fact, they were just out in the hallway dancing." This brought a chuckle to both woman as they headed over to a table to sit down and continued talking.

You could only stare at the older women while your brain worked through what had just happened. An idea formed in your head that didn't make sense to you, but at the same time it did. It was too unbelievable though! But... that was it, right? Tearing your gaze away from them, you turned to face Himchan. His face appeared bright red, and in his eyes was a mixture of guilt and pity. That was enough for you. Your mouth dropped open as your eyes widened. "That's why my mom dragged me here." he confessed before casting his gaze downwards to the floor. You looked back at the two mothers and wondered if they were getting ahead of themselves by already planning the wedding. "Ready to run away yet?" Hope swelled in your chest but was instantly crushed. "My mom is my ride." "I drove myself." You quickly looked at Himchan and saw the questioning look in is eye. It lasted only a brief second though, and then the two of you were moving at the same time. You ran to the side door you had disappeared through before and back to your hiding spot. This time you kept going with Himchan pulling ahead and pushing the door open for you. You were in the main entryway now and racing towards the front doors. Giddiness overwhelmed you and you giggled like crazy. You managed to catch up to Himchan and you each went out a separate door. Much to your surprise though, there was a person standing right outside the door you went through. You bumped in to them, sending you reeling as you stumbled, but Himchan caught you in his arms so you didn't fall. Then his hand slid in to yours. Holding his hand tightly, the two of you ran down the front steps to the sidewalk. Only then did you turn back to look at the person you had ran in to. "Sorry!" you shouted back at them. The bewildered expression on their face made you laugh. What an odd sight it must be, the two of you running out of the large church like you did. It made you think of a bride running away from her wedding with a man who wasn't the groom. Himchan led you through the parking lot to a car. He unlocked it and you slipped in to the passenger seat as he got behind the wheel. You breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath even though the laughter that kept wanting to come out wasn't helping. "Wow!" you exclaimed. "Yeah." he agreed, laughing as well. "So, where to?" It only took a few seconds to think before you smiled brightly at him. "I'd kill for a cheeseburger." "Holy shit you read my mind." You busted out laughing and his own laughter mixed with yours. Then he started the car and you hurriedly put on your seatbelt. In just a few minutes, you found yourself sitting at a booth with Himchan sitting across from you. You practically bounced with excitement, earning you a few chuckles from him as he watched you. Once the server brought you your food, you grabbed your burger and took a bite of it. It tasted like heaven and you moaned in pleasure. "Feeling better now?" he teasingly asked. "Almost." You stood up and rounded the booth. He looked confused as you slid in next to him but you didn't say anything. Then you kicked off your shoes, leaned backwards, and brought your feet up to rest on the seat where you had been sitting. "There. Now I'm good." Laughing, he mimicked your posture and put his feet up as well. The two of you silently ate for a while, but you noticed him continuously glancing at you. You waited to see if he was going to say something except he never did. So finally you met his gaze and asked, "What? Why do you keep looking at me?" He blushed and looked away for a bit before looking back at you. A shy smile formed on his face. "Being dragged along wasn't so bad I guess." he mumbled. Your own face heated up and this time you had to look away for a bit. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. "Yeah. I guess not." you quietly agreed. "Sorry about my mom though." he said, blushing more from embarrassment. "She's a bit..." You nodded in understanding. "Wait until you get to know my mom." After you said those words, you realized the implication in them. Get to know. As in he was going to be around you mother more, and therefore spending time with you as well. The little twinkle in his eye signaled that he caught what you said as well and he grinned. "Guess we'll just make sure we always have an exit plan and a getaway car." Suddenly you could picture it, the two of you always running while holding hands, and you smiled. "Sounds good."