#day6 christmas prompt

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DAY6 of @dzaddyjamespotter​ ‘s advent calendar prompts

SNOWMAN

(read my other christmas drabbles here!)

The house had been too quiet. And living with a literal toddler and Sirius Black, that never meant any good.

Remus searched around the small cottage, resisting the urge to call out their names in case he accidentally interrupted a quiet game apparently afoot, or something. No one can ever tell with those two.

When it became clear that only he was present in the house, Remus stepped outside in the snow. Of course. It shouldn’t have taken him this long to figure they would want to play outside.

He was greeted by two snowmen with red scarves each. One was tall and perfectly sculpted– almost as though a bit of magic was involved, and the other was smaller and was made with clumsier hands. Oh, and the smaller one had what looked like eyeglasses made out of sticks.

Remus shook his head fondly at the scene before a dilemma came to him.

What if this is a prank?

The two snowmen were suddenly not that innocent-looking.

What if Sirius and Harry were both hiding inside the snowmen versions of themselves?

Or was this purposefully just stationed here to catch him off guard?

Or what if Remus was simply overthinking everything and that Sirius and Harry really were just having fun but took off to scour for more sticks?

Just as Remus decided on the latter and turned for the door once more, he was ambushed by tiny arms wrapping around his legs, followed by a giant black dog bounding for his chest, successfully knocking him out of balance. Remus fell against the soft snow with Padfoot panting directly in front of his face and Harry giggling by his feet. 

“Well, you two certainly look pleased with yourselves.” Remus rolled his eyes but was grinning widely.

“We got you!” Harry yelled victoriously.

“Yes, you did… going behind my back like honourable Gryffindors.”

Harry most definitely did not detect the sarcasm in Remus’ voice as he continued to jump around and cheer. Remus shook his head, watching as the young boy got distracted by kicking the snow with his little boots. Even though he and Sirius has been raising Harry for three official years now, it still gets to him in the smallest of moments– how surreal everything is. 

Without dwelling on the painful circumstances that lead them here, he couldn’t help but mostly think about how it was never in his plans to ever raise a child. In fact, he was never one to interact with children at all, never knowing how to gauge the boundaries of what is acceptable for them to hear or know. Sirius was more knowledgeable of that. He supposed it was mostly– if not entirely because of Regulus.

And yet here Remus was, his chest ignited by the rush of endearment from the sight of Harry simply playing with the snow. As the days carried on, the more he was inspired to pursue a career as a teacher.

He was wrenched out of his reverie by Padfoot shifting into Sirius, perfectly seated on his lap. A tongue licked a stripe up Remus’ cheek.

“Ugh,” Remus groaned. “I think I prefer Padfoot to do the licking.”

The look of affection twisted into a slyness as Sirius responded, “We both know that’s not true.”

Remus failed to suppress his own grin, shaking his head. “Will you… behave yourself?”

Sirius tilted his head, much like Padfoot still. “I’ll think about it.”

Just then, Remus was being wrapped with a scarf around his neck. But it was done with much difficulty as Harry had short arms and was bundled in his own thick winter coat. Sirius then assisted.

“You’ll freeze,” Harry chided, sounding a bit like Lily. Remus brushed off the ache in his chest. 

“Nah,” Sirius chuckled, “Notice how Padfoot doesn’t need a coat? Yeah, your uncle Moony is the same.”

“Or maybe my warming charms are just more potent,” Remus argued, before a chill ran down his spine. The scarf was freezing, and it was wrapped perfectly around his neck. He shivered, controlling his voice not to come out as a squeak. “Did you… did you take this from the snowman?”

“Yeah,” Harry answered proudly– obliviously, (just like James). It took a second for him to realise and blushed in guilt. 

Remus hummed, disguising his grimace with a smile. “It’s freezing.”

“And now I’m naked,” Sirius said, pointing to the tall snowman.

“Oh, is that you? Yeah, the resemblance is striking, then.”

Harry laughed. “Uncle Padfoot is naked!”

Remus and Sirius shared a look. 

Oh, to be a child and find humour in nudity.

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Kinkmas - Day 6: Edging W/ Young K

Post Date: 6th December 2022 Content: Smut - Day6 Young K x Reader WC: 1.1K TW?: Edging/ Teasing/ Fingering/ Oral (Recieving)/ Brian is a TEASE Summary: When drinking hot chocolate whilst watching Christmas movies turns into something else that would make Santa blush.

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Oh, how comfortable you were, cuddled up on the couch whilst you wait for Brian to finish making you his special hot chocolates that you have become obsessed with. Getting him to make them almost every day since the start of November whilst being in a jolly mood as the countdown to Christmas officially started. 

“Here’s your hot chocolate, baby,” Brian cheers as he carefully passes you your hot chocolate, grabbing it from him with sweater paws from your hoodie, smiling sweetly up at him as he places his on the table to take a seat next to you, pulling your legs over his lap. 

Oh and how perfect it was, decorated with whipped cream and sprinkles, combined with the glittering lights surrounding you as the movie is ready to be played. Both of you were right in your element, the scent of the cinnamon sprinkled on your hot chocolate filling your nostrils delightfully. 

The cinnamon wasn’t the only thing that was delightful, you couldn’t give an answer to the question of why you suddenly got distracted away from the movie, but with his lips molding against yours, you really couldn’t complain in the slightest. 

Your hoodie flies from over your head to the floor, an item of clothing from you both joining it in turn as you fight against each other, the movie just being there for background noise at this point. Your warm, bare bodies flush against each other as he pulls you underneath him.

Your fingertips dig into the flesh on his shoulders as he pins down your hips to the couch, your tongues fighting against each other, leaving no time or room to catch a breath as one thing goes to another. 

Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you tug on it slightly as you giggle, watching his eyes turn dark with lust, with a smirk growing on his face.

“Oh, you’re going to be like that now are you?” He asks as he lifts himself off you slightly, leaving the slightly cold air to attack your half-naked body. 

The cold air makes you shiver, but that isn’t the only thing to do so, the way his finger trails down your jawline, down your neck, and down to your torso makes your skin rise with goosebumps, making you pant and quiver at his touch.

He teases his fingers around the cup of your bra, playfully tugging at it as he carefully watches your eyes that follow his finger, biting down hard on your lip as he does so. 

Then the bra was off, with one swift movement using his other hand to reach around to unclasp it, peeling it off of you painfully slow as you have to wait for him to do something else.

Everything he’s doing is slow yet every fiber in your body ached with admiration at how much he wanted to enjoy just looking at you, wanting to be sweet about it as his lips plant the softest peppering kisses along your shoulders down to your sternum. 

Though you start to get slightly impatient, needing something more than just being kissed all over despite loving every second, the way it’s taking what feels like forever to get to your needs. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you give it a gentle tug, teasing him as he continues to pepper your skin with the most satisfying kisses. 

“Oh, you really are going to be like that huh? Let’s see how you cope with this,” he scoffs against your skin, lifting his head up to look at you with the most mischievous grin that you’ve seen, on pins with anticipation with his statement.

The light touches continue, but his fingertips makes your hair stand up straight as he inches closer to where you desired to be touched the most, tugging at the band of your underwear and of course, pulling them teasingly slow too. 

Lowering himself, his lips pepper the insides of your thighs, his fingers circling your sensitive skin on the other thigh, alternating the kisses and slight touches.

Until the scent of you fills his nostrils, being unable to resist diving straight in, a long lick up your core making you whimper as you try to keep your legs open so you didn’t trap him between your thighs. 

Looking up to see your reaction, he breathes heavily against your soaking core, making you moan at the sensation. 

The small whimpering cries that flow out of your mouth encourage him to keep going, his tongue doing wonders around your sensitive clit as his fingers make their way into your hole, curling them upwards just as you like it.

Then within minutes, you were so close to your breaking point, unable to control your legs as they start to quiver by his ears, and then nothing. He pulls away, chin covered in your slick as you give him a huge whine, unable to put words together to ask him to keep going. 

“Oh, I’m sorry baby. Were you just about to cum? Such a shame,” his cocky teasing tone playing with your mind, knowing that he was purposely doing this but all you could do was whine at him, pouting as you hope he’ll let you have your release. 

His tongue may not be against your core, but his fingers still caress your insides, moving slowly like he has been doing, giving you barely an ounce of satisfaction, then giving you a little hope when he picks it up again, his thumb brushing then doing digits on your clit.

Your back arches as he does this, making you whimper on his lips, tasting yourself on them as you try to make out with him whilst his fingers do the magic work between your legs. 

Then he stops again.

And again.

And again. 

Each time he could tell you were close, he’d stop for minutes at a time, noticing how worked up you were getting, tears pooling in your eyes, making them glassy as you beg on his lips, for him to let you have just one release, just the one. 

“Oh you poor thing,” he coos mockingly, using his free hand to caress your cheek, wiping away the tear from your eyes as it falls, pouting at you by also mocking you, “I’ll let you cum, don’t worry”.

The swiftness in the way he removes his boxers, joining the clothes pile on the floor, to the way he lines himself up to your entrance, makes your heart and core flutter like mad.

“If you want to cum, I’ll make you cum....” he grunts as he thrusts into you slowly, smirking on his lips as they brush against yours, then leaning into your ear, “But you may not handle how many times I’ll make you”. 

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Bamcember2022 Art log-1

Day3 Hwaryun&Bam

At some point Viole stopped putting calendars in his room. Hwaryun visits her God's room every Christmas.

Day4 XiaXia&Bam

Bam was asked by Xiaxia to help negotiate her salary increase. They will go to see Khun.

"Why is this strange costume of mine useful to you?"

Day5 JahadBam

Prompt:

Denied numerous prophecies, and stopped the war, They were friends who wanted peace in the tower.

But the system that kills the king of the tower opetsted normally. Against Bam's will, the thorn pierced the king's heart. Jahad speaks softly to a distraught Bam.

Day6 WhiteBam

Soul eaters

Day7 Bam&Karaka

They decided to send a letter along with a Christmas card to their master.

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Hot Chocolate and Chill?

Word Count: 671 Genre: Fluff! Member: Jae Requested: by @junspurplehair  : the prompt was “So….. you wanna….hot chocolate and chill?” “If you ask me that one more time, I will dump hot chocolate on you.”

“Oh, come on Jae, I told you I needed to go Christmas shopping, of course that implies we have to go outside. You should’ve dressed warmer.” you scolded as you zipped up your coat before leaving the store and venturing out into the cold December air.

        “Whatever,” Jae pouted, pulling is light coat closer around his body, “let’s just hurry up and get back to your place.”

        Some fifteen minutes later you and Jae were climbing up the stairs to your apartment, the elevator out of order for some unfortunate reason. After hiking up four flights of stairs the two of you pushed your way into your warm apartment. Jae immediately dropped everything and sprinted towards the couch, jumping onto it and covering himself with all the nearest blankets.

        “What a baby…” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head with a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Hey I heard that!” A muffled voice came from the couch. You only laughed, pulling off your coat and setting down the gift you had bought for family and friends.

“Do you want some hot chocolate?”  you asked, already pulling out the ingredients, knowing that he was going to say yes. Jae shot up from the couch.

“Ohhhhh… lol like hot chocolate and chill?” he said this a smirk. You chuckled.

“Very funny Jae very funny.” you said. Jae let out a loud laugh, obviously pleased with himself.

“How about you find us a movie to watch or something?” you questioned, heating up some milk for the hot chocolate. While you worked on making the two drinks, Jae flipped through the channels, still cracking jokes about “hot chocolate and chill” every few minutes.

“Jae, I swear…” You groaned from the other room, stirring in the chocolate.

“Hey! The old Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer is on!” Jae called.

“Hey that’s my favorite one, the stop motion one, right?” you asked, walking into the living room with the two cups of steaming hot chocolate.

“Yup!” Jae said, propping himself up on one of the sides of the couch.

“Sweet!” You exclaimed, handing him his cup before sitting down next to him, pulling part of the blanket he had covering himself over your own cold legs.

“So… you wanna… hot chocolate and chill?” Jae asked for the thousandth time, a huge smirk on his face.

“If you ask me that one more time I will dumb hot chocolate on you.” you stated, staring him straight in the eyes. He threw his hand up in defeat, scooching in closer to you instead.

“This hot chocolate is actually pretty good…” Jae said after taking a few sips.

“Well of course it is, I put all my love in it while making it.” you pointed out. Jae gave you a disgusted look, causing you to laugh.

“Just shut up and watch the movie Jae.”

“Okay I will, I promise, but I just wanted to point out that it started to snow…” Jae said, pointing at the window.

“Oh my gosh! It didn’t say it was going to snow in the forecast today!” you exclaimed, wiggling around to see out the window better.

“Stop moving, you’re letting all the warmth out of the blanket!” Jae whined.

“Whatever…” you sang.

Before the movie was over, both you and Jae had finished your drinks, placing them on the table in front of you, since neither of you felt like getting up. Either the warmth from each other and your hot drinks, or the tiring events of the day (if not both) had lead the two of you to fall asleep right as the movie ended. Jae was just awake enough to find the remote and turn of the tv, leaving the only light in the room coming from the street light outside, the shadows from the falling snow making strange shapes against the wall. Neither of you bothers to change into pajamas, let along move, falling asleep right there on the couch, cuddled up together under the same blanket.

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25 Days of Winter Year #4

I write for GOT7, Stray Kids, SEVENTEEN, Day6, PENTAGON, NCT, MONSTA X, ASTRO, and BTS. But I am open to writing for other groups :). 

To request pick a prompt and a member from a kpop group, and a specific reader you want it for (if not specified I’ll make it gender neutral). Also I do not write smut.

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“Ain’t no snow high enough to stop me from getting to you”

“It’s not gonna be a white Christmas…” 

“The winters used to be cold before I met you” 

“How do snow days work now that I’m out of school?” 

“You wanna sneak to Hogsmeade with me?” “It’s thirty degrees out!” “And?” “You make a point”

“I know you’ve never gotten a real Christmas, so this my present to you” 

“How the fuck do you set up a Christmas tree?” 

“Our landlord is gonna have our ass for spreading all this holiday cheer"

“It’s past cuffing season… Where’s my cute partner that I spend the holidays with?" 

Waiting under the mistletoe

“You’ve never been kissed under the mistletoe? We’ve gotta change that--” 

Playing Holiday match maker basically having a stand like Sally from the Peanuts-- 

“I’ll see you around?” “Yeah, I’d like that,...” “Merry Christmas, see you sometime.”

“I bet snow isn’t that great.”

“I made us some hot cocoa”

“Would you like to put the star on the tree?” 

"I know we can't be on The Square when the ball drops tonight but,..."

Receiving a knitted Christmas sweater from your bias (lover's) mom.

"Santa Claus isn't real and not is the tooth fairy!"

You spin out on ice into some farmers land at night. And guess who comes to your rescue.

"Oh ho the mistletoe hung where you can see, somebody waits for you kiss 'em once for me"

"Why is that white box with holes, meowing/barking?" "Why don't you go find out?"

"You. Me. Hot Cocoa. Now."

Driving through a display of Christmas lights together.

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queen i am BEGGING for some smut with day6 jae and #23 please and thank you

23: “Did you just make that noise?” | Jae

sigh, a case in which Ailea’s dirty brain is being a stubborn ass. I swear I don’t get to choose and it’s annoying af. Also there are no appropriate gifs lmao idk why I’m surprised.  Anyway, enjoy a bit of Jae phone sex. ;) 

It’s Christmas time!

The soft sound of your ringtone half-way muffled in the sheets of your bed had you scrambling out of the bathroom. It was a very specific ringtone, which meant it was a very specific person whose call you were not about to miss. In your struggled to leave the bathroom and get to your phone before it went to voicemail, you almost lost your footing a couple of times, tripping over to the bed to snatch your phone and answer the call, slightly out of breath.

His name fell from your lips, answering the call. His cute laugh melted your insides from the other side of the line.

“Did I catch you at a bad time, baby?” he teased, listening to your slightly labored breathing.

“No! No, of course not! I just… I wasn’t expecting you to call right now,” you replied, tentative about how to answer. You were just getting ready for bed, but he definitely wasn’t bothering you, just caught you slightly off guard.

“Sounds like you’re breathing kind of hard,” he commented, lying in his hotel bed on his back, hair ruffled, clothes scattered across the floor, wishing he was nowhere but in his own bed next to you, the way it should be. “Usually I’m the one making you breathless like that,” he commented after a moment of silence.

The blush raised to your cheeks instantly, the quiet tone of his voice obviously implying something a little more risqué.

“Jaehyung,” you whined, finding a comfortable spot in the bed. Seldom did these conversations ever go in that direction, so you were slightly taken aback. Normally he just called to you make sure you could hear his voice before you slept, and vice versa, since it was always hard while the two of you were away from each other.

“Tell me about your day, sweetheart,” he continued, ignoring your small plea.

After doing your best to return your breathing to normal, you proceeded to tell him about your day; about work, about the pets, about what you had for dinner and other mundane things that Jae loved to hear about. You were uninterrupted by his small hum, just listening to your voice was music to his ears. You proceeded to explain that he had just caught you in the bathroom getting ready for bed and that you were afraid that if you hadn’t answered, he would be asleep by the time you got back to him before asking him about his day.

He chuckled, “You know, the usual work days. I was just laying here, thinking about you,” he purred into the receiver, pinning the phone between his ear and his shoulder.

“Thinking… about me?” you asked him.

“Mmhm,” he hummed back. “I’ve been thinking about you all day after those snaps you sent me last night.”

You thought back and laughed nervously, remembering the slightly inappropriate snaps you’d sent him on your way to bed. They weren’t entirely inappropriate, but they were definitely suggestive. Half of you assumed he’d bring it up last night, but the other half knew he was fast asleep by the time he got them; not to mention he didn’t open them until this morning.

“You just like to torture me when you know I can’t get my hands on you, huh, baby girl?”

There was a tinge in his voice that already had your legs quivering. He got this gruff rasp in his voice when you were in trouble for being naughty.

“I don’t torture you on purpose. I send them when I’m thinking about you,” you replied meekly, knowing full well Jae’s hands were all over himself at this point, your sneaky right hand rubbing over your abdomen and lower, teasing yourself. “As if it’s not torture for me to be in this bed by myself when I need you just the same.”

Jae pinned his bottom lip tight between his teeth, killing a slightly pained noise in his throat which turned into a rickety sigh the second he cupped a hand over his underwear, a deep exhale through his nose following after that.

“What are you doing, babe?” you asked him, as if you needed to ask.

“N-nothing,” he replied, “just laying here. What are you doing?”

“Thinking about the tent in your shorts and your wide right hand tending to it, wishing it was tending to me.”

Another pained groan died in his throat, his hand clenching a little tighter.

“You know I’d be there in less than a second if I could,” he growled through the receiver. “Are you needy for me, baby? Check for me.”

Tentatively, you did as he said, sliding your hand down the front of your underwear and over your most sensitive parts, and a heavy sigh fell from your lips, waiting for his next instruction, the way you always did. He hummed, prompting for your details.

“I could take all of you right now,” you sighed into the phone.

A wicked and deep groan ripped from Jae’s throat and into the receiver. He cursed, hissing, trying to muffle it away from the phone, but you could hear him loud and clear, especially when he gripped a little too tight, and tugged a little too hard—the high pitched end of a moan that was intended to be trapped in his throat squeaking passed his abused lips, having been thoroughly gnawed on.

“D-did you just make that noise?” you asked him, but he took a moment to respond. “Jae? Baby?”

“Just a little eager, I’m sorry,” he breathed, and you could faintly hear the rustling of his sheets through the phone. “Tell me how you feel, talk to me.”

You didn’t mind his eagerness, you were a little eager yourself.

“It’s no comparison to you, but if I close my eyes and listen to you… it feels so good, Jae…” you whined to him, your fingers sliding between your folds as your head fell back into the pillow, sighing noisily into the silent bedroom—nothing but you and Jae over the loud speaker on the pillow next to your head.

“That’s my girl…” he whispered back, fist tightening slightly as he worked himself over, underwear half-way down his legs at this point. “How do you like it? Are you in the mood to go nice and slow? I can just imagine sitting butterfly on the bed with you in my lap, rocking slowly… I’d kiss all over your neck, pull you close to get really deep…”

The sweet cries in his ear drove him wild. As he listened to your sweet pleas, he worked himself just as slowly, pushing up into his hand as he closed his eyes to fantasize just about what he was telling you.

“Faster, Jae,” you pleaded.

“Yeah? Faster?” he played back.

“Please,” you huffed, pushing your head back into the pillow, fingers hastily working over your womanhood.

“Let me hear you, darling,” he begged, squeezing tight when he thought he was about to come undone, a bit too early.

He could tell you were getting close, your patterns were always the same. Your moans were testing him, begging to finish, but he wouldn’t let it go just yet. You cursed his name, picking up thrusting pace, pulling back now and again to tease your incredibly sensitive crux which had you whimpering, writhing on the bed.

“Are you gonna come for me? Come for me, baby girl,” he rasped, begging you almost, just before you called for him, ripping open at the seams, coming completely undone at his mercy. Jae finished with you, the mix of your cries of pleasure echoing through the phone. He was mostly quiet, listening to your moans and squeals, listening to you call for him, listen to you panting as you continued to writhe on the bed, even after he’d come back down from the highest cloud.

He could imagine the beaded sweat on your forehead, but he could also imagine pushing it away, kissing your forehead as he rubbed you down. His hands ached for your hips, ached to rub them down with your legs as he began his aftercare routine.

“How do you feel?” he asked you.

“Fricking amazing,” you replied between breathes, breathing deeply to try and re-regulate. “And you?”

He laughed, the grin pulling at his lips even as he covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow, laying his arm across his face. “Incredible,” he replied to you, not even bothering with his underwear as they held his legs hostage.

“I want your hands…” you piped up.

“I know, baby. Trust me; I’d be rubbing you down so well. You know I always take care of you,” you rasped back.

“I want your lips,” you added.

He frowned, gnawing that bottom lip again. “I know, darling. I want yours just as much…I’ll be home soon; think you can hold out until then?”

“Do I have a choice?” you laughed.

He laughed back. “No, not really. I’ll be home before you know it. Get some rest.”

“Yes sir. Sweet dreams, Jae.”

“Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.”

Not even the beep of the phone could get you to move from your totally melted state into the bed.

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Undercooked Christmas

Prompt: “Real funny.” -- @challengingwords​ prompt #50

Pairing: Jae Park x female reader

Genre: fluff / christmas au

Warnings: none

Word count: 589

“What? Why isn’t it working?!”

Jae looked up from his phone at your panic, discarding the device to investigate your huffs and shrieks as you dashed around in the kitchen.

He found you looking at the oven in bewilderment, the turkey that had been put on for Christmas dinner still sitting there looking rather uncooked.

Your eyes flitted to his desperately. “The oven is broken.”

“Can’t be. We’ve been cooking in it all week long,” Jae reminded, stepping closer to check everything out.

“Well, now it’s not working! Dinner is ruined!” you cried, your gaze slipping to the clock on the wall with a hearty wail. “Everyone will be here in three hours!”

“Three hours should be plenty to cook a turkey,” Jae reasoned, but you were prancing up and down on the spot like a disgruntled reindeer who didn’t get to fly off with the others on Santa’s sleigh.

Looking closely at the oven, Jae stifled a laugh. “Babe?”

“Oh what?! Christmas is ruined all because our stupid oven is—”

“Not turned on,” he concluded with a snort.

Your irritable expression turned murderous. “Don’t be ridiculous. I turned it on hours ago! Look, the oven light is on and everything!”

Still struggling to not laugh, Jae pointed to the dials on the panel. “You’ve turned on the oven setting, which makes the light come on, but not the temperature gauge.”

“What?” Shunting him out of the way, you looked at the panel and then frowned. “But I… I’m sure I turned it on! Surely, I did! I got up and turned on the oven, and then dashed off to finish wrapping presents. I did it!”

Without answering, knowing you would hit him if he did, Jae reached for the temperature dial and turned it on. Instantly, the fans of the oven started up.

You shared a look with your partner, yours of sheer horror, whilst his was strangled amusement.

Jae couldn’t help it. Laughter erupted from every part of him, and he doubled over, gripping onto the countertop as his knees wobbled with the sheer strength of his reaction.

You grumbled incoherently as you opened the door to the oven and put the turkey back in it, reaching for the temperature to put it on the desired heat. “Oh yeah. Laugh it up, Jae. It’s real funny.”

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t laugh,” he wheezed out, looking up at you and then was hit with another wave of giggles. “But you were just so comical right now.”

“Super comical.”

“Come on, Y/N. You can see that this is a little funny, right?”

Your hands rose to your hips and his laughter cut short. “You know, I wonder if Santa is going to have anything but coal for you this year!”

“I already know you’ve gotten me three presents under our tree, babe,” he cheekily pointed out, and you spun on your heel, heading out of the kitchen and towards the twinkling pine in the corner of the room. Ducking underneath, you reached for those presents, right as Jae attempted to stop you.

“Okay, I’m an asshole for laughing at your stressed-out reaction!” he proclaimed, and you arched an eyebrow at him to show you were now ready to listen. Jae regathered himself before smiling warmly at you. “At least, we figured out it wasn’t working now instead of an hour before dinner. Christmas isn’t ruined. We’ve saved it by turning on the dial needed to actually cook things.”

Your eyes narrowed again at his jibbing. “JAE!”

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HIII ROZE merry christmas hehe can i get a moodboard with atsumu, prompt 20 and the song that reminds me of my self ship is when you love someone by day6! damn i listen to way too much day6 these days LMFAOFHUISDJK HEHEHE MERRY CRIMASS

ROZE’S CHRISTMAS PARTY

MOODBOARD — ATSUMU + COMING HOME

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Day6-Sungjin : 8 + 64

Park Sungjin x reader

Fluff, Christmas!

982 words

masterlist | warm winter masterlist | warm winter prompts

requested by @naminalati​ ❤️

8 “no I won’t be your fake partner to your office Christmas party, don’t you remember what happened last time!?” 64 “I’ll cry.” “Is that meant to be a threat?”

The moment Sungjin stops in front of you, that cute smile of his plastered upon his face, you knew what he wanted. It was the same smile as last year.

"Hi…" he greeted softly, flirty.

You rolled your eyes as you let the can of soda fall into your shopping cart "No I won’t be your fake partner to your office Christmas party, don’t you remember what happened last time!?” you walked away from him.

He ran after you, though "You don't even know what I was gonna ask!"

You turned around to look him in the eye "Alright. What did you wanna ask?"

He looked away awkwardly "It's not relevant anymore…"

You let out a chuckle as you continued walking away from him. But he still ran after you, you were sure he'd follow you through the entire store like this.

"Please, I can't go alone! Rick will just make more fun of me if I show up without a proper date! He already doesn't believe I'm in a relationship."

"And he's right, isn't he? You're not dating anyone."

He was walking beside you now, looking at everything you put in your cart "Well, yes. But he thinks I don't have a relationship because of different reasons. Not because I'm lying about it."

"You realise you're not making any sense right?"

He waved your question away "That doesn't matter, you know what I mean. Now please be my date?"

He held onto your arm, forcing you to look him in his puppy eyes. You never had been able to say no to that cute face.

"Fine." You almost spit the little word out.

He jumped up excitedly "Great! I'll pick you up at 6."

Long story short, that evening you were standing on the dancefloor between people you didn't know, in your nice outfit. The music was loud, people were dancing energetically to it. You had lost Sungjin a while back, he just seemed to have disappeared, leaving you at the buffet table.

"Hi, I don't think I've seen you around before?" A young, blonde, woman asked you.

"Oh, I'm with Sungjin."

She chuckled " Wow, so he really does have a partner. How great for him."

You smiled and nodded. Yep. His partner. You.

She looked around the room like she was looking for something, "Where is Sungjin?"

You shrugged "No idea, he disappeared a while ago."

She snorted "Leaving his beautiful date unattended, that's so Sungjin, it's ridiculous. Anyway, are you enjoying the party?"

You nodded awkwardly "Yeah it's… cool."

"Sarah," a familiar voice said from behind you, two hands suddenly on your shoulders, "You're not bothering my date, are you?" 

The blonde woman laughed "I wouldn't dare. Well, have fun! And merry Christmas, of course."

You turned around to angrily look at Sungjin "Where were you?"

He shrugged "Bathroom. And on my way back I bumped into Rick, so we talked a little. Why? Did you miss me?"

You pushed against his stomach.

He laughed, and stuck his hand out to you "May I have this dance."

"Really? You want to dance with me to Rudolph the red nosed reindeer?"

He nodded with a bright smile, you took his hand and he pulled you into the dance floor. That quickly turned out to be a mistake, because right after you started dancing, the song changed to some sappy romantic Christmas song and everyone began slow dancing.

Sungjin smiled sweetly, as if asking you to keep dancing with him. Your heart skipped a beat when he pulled you closer and rested his hand on your hip.

Suddenly you seemed to be alone, that's how it felt at least, like no one else was around, just the two of you. His eyes mesmerized you, enchanted you, you couldn't look away. However, their dept scared you and, afraid you would drown and kiss him, like what happened last year, you tried to get away.

You took a step backwards, but Sungjin's grip around your waist only got tighter.

"I'll cry." He pouted, "If you go away, that is."

"Is that meant to be a threat?" He nodded, making you laugh "You're so silly."

He shrugged "That's my specialty."

You snorted softly.

And then you two were silent again, just slowly dancing, bodies close together. But then he shook his head, smiling to himself.

"What?" You asked curiously.

"Nothing." 

You found his eyes again "Tell me what you think."

For a second time stood still, as he looked back into your eyes, before he talked, "I was about to… kiss you, again. But I promised that wouldn't happen again."

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, and you were sure you looked like a tomato at this point. You looked away, trying to fix your eyes on something else, anything else, but they found his again.

Sungjin smiled "Now that we got that out of the way, I can just as well admit more. You see, I think I'm in love with you. I think i have been for a while."

You just listened, the music faded away as a new song started, you didn't pay attention to it, you both stayed close together. Sungjin kept talking about how he felt, but you couldn't hear him anymore.

You bent forward, and in the middle of his sentence, your lips touched his, and you could swear your heart would explode. You felt his warmth, his entire body froze for a mere second, before his grip got gentle, sweet. The hand that wasn't on the small of your back, cupped your face.

"I like you too, you goof. I kissed you last time, remember? I thought you just weren't interested since you didn't talk about it afterwards."

He laughed "I got nervous every time I wanted to bring it up, so I never did!"

You chuckled "You're so strange."

"Good thing I'm so cute."

masterlist | warm winter masterlist | warm winter prompts

[lemonietrinket]

Masterlist

number of works: 103+ 

begun: 20/08/2019 last updated: 11/12/2020

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request ✤

musical ♫    -  a collection of pieces written to a single specific song    -  written in the time space of said song    -  tiny drabbles

halloween/spooky ☾

christmas ❅    -  includes a christmas prompt every day (credit @songi-writes)

oddball ♧   -  i write some out-of-the-ordinary stuff sometimes   -  these fics aren’t just the usual fluff   -  they’re often much longer and more fantasy based but not always   -  if you’re looking for something different, then these are here for you!

idol birthday present ✧   -  a piece written for an idol’s birthday

᠃ ���᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

ateez

day6

monsta x

nct/wayv

stray kids

soloists

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

an: exo will be put up as soon as I write something for them

(og photo is not mine and was sourced off pinterest, the editing—blurring, vignetting and written text—was done by me on pixlr.com)

[dakogutin]

Advent calendar prompts by @dzaddyjamespotter where I tried to write a drabble everyday leading up to Christmas because it's the time for miracles

(various timelines)

DAY1- MISTLETOE

DAY2- CHRISTMAS CAROL

DAY3- TRADITION

DAY4- SANTA CLAUS

DAY5- CHRISTMAS EVE

DAY6- SNOWMAN

DAY7- GINGERBREAD HOUSE 

DAY8- TINSEL

DAY9-  TOY

DAY10- CANDY CANE

DAY11- FAMILY

DAY 14 / 24- CHRISTMAS TREE / DECORATIONS

DAY 15 / 19- UNWRAPPING / GIFT

DAY 17- HOLIDAY SHOPPING

DAY 18- SNOW

[fuckedurbias]

masterlist!!

RULES (please always check this before requesting)

PENDING LIST (please check here to see what upcoming writings i have, and to see if your request is on there or not!)

DRABBLE PROMPTS (one of those number things with quotes of them for drabbles, i will b doing this one until most of them have been done and then will change it around to another one!)

A-Z SMUT ANALYSIS TAG (an a-z list of how the selected idol would be in bed and things they’d do)

groups that i write about:

ATEEZ:

seonghwa;

boyfriend!seonghwa (christmas special)

hongjoong;

a-z smut analysis

BTS:

dom vs subs vs switches

bts kinks 

jimin;

student!jimin + teacher!reader - scenario (smut)

drunk + best friend!jimin confesses - scenario (smut)

jeongguk;

makeupartist!reader + idol jk (smut)

THE BOYZ:

jacob;

boyfriend!jacob (quarantine edition)

juyeon;

boyfriend!juyeon (quarantine edition)

kevin;

boyfriend!kevin (quarantine edition)

CIX:

jinyoung;

superhero!baejin pt.1

superhero!baejin pt.2

DAY6: (no more jae)

day6 kinks 

what sex position day6 prefers 

making out with day6 headcanons

reactions;

if their partner had more chub/stretch marks (not actual reaction tho ;-;)

their partner asking for shower sex 

jae;

cuddling with jae headcanons

better better - scenario (day6 as day6 songs; fluff)

sungjin;

cuddling with sungjin headcanons

afraid - scenario (day6 as day6 songs; au/angst)

brian;

cute date gets interrupted - scenario (fluffy af + angst)

wonpil;

a-z smut analysis 

GOLCHA:

golcha as types of kisses!

GOT7:

reactions;

angry sex (not rlly a reaction, more like short scenarios for each member)

mark; 

a-z smut analysis

bambam;

a-z smut analysis 

youngjae;

happy birthday - scenario (smut + little fluff)

yugyeom:

a-z smut analysis

iKON: (including hanbin)

mtl likely to date a foreigner 

ikon kinks

hanbin;

boyfriend!hanbin 

MONSTA X:

dom vs sub vs switch 

mx kinks

shownu;

do you think im careless?  - drabble (angst)

won’t be long - scenario (angst + fluff)

kihyun;

enemies to lovers (but not really) - scenario (angst + smut)  

hyungwon;

i do love you - drabble (angst)

what an awkward situation - drabble (fluff)

a-z smut analysis 

jooheon;

boyfriend!heonie 

NCT: (no lucas)

127:

 johnny;

boyfriend!johnny

two piece - scenario (fluff)  

mark;

boyfriend!mark

DREAM:

chenle;

bestfriend!chenle

ONEUS:

reaction to s/o stealing their clothes

reaction to s/o teasing them in front of members

P1HARMONY:

- no writings as of yet

SEVENTEEN:

cuddling w svt series; 1 (perf. team) | 2 (hh team) | 3 (vocal team)

first kiss w svt series; 1 (hh team) | 2 (vocal team) | 3 (perf. team)

junhui;

can we go home already? - scenario (smut)

summer, but with you - scenario (fluff + smut)

mingyu;

a-z smut analysis

hansol;

boyfriend!hansol

chan;

boyfriend!channie 

STRAY KIDS:

bang chan;

ghostin’ - scenario/drabble (angst)

felix;

boyfriend!lix

TO1: (no longer writing for)

chihoon; 

anniversary - drabble (fluff)

chan;

valentines day - drabble (fluff)

TXT:

- no writings as of yet

[haechanmochi]

Christmas TIME

Hey softies <3 if you've been here for a while, welcome back, if not then HI, it's nice to have you here.

Since it's Christmas, I've opened the floodgates to requests 💕 send in your requests with a prompt of your choice to go with the holiday theme 😚

I write for

NCT U / 127 / Dream (no underage smut tho, jisung and chenle will remain BABIES until it is lawfully so)

Stray Kids (same with jeongin/I.N - no smut for him)

Day6 (go WILD)

And I write any genre/kink that your pretty little heart desires (with a very few exceptions) ❤

This includes member X member or reader X member

(I haven't written any multiple partner fics yet - threesomes, foursomes - and I dont plan to,,, sorry?¿)

Hereby, askaway 🎄🎆

[day--six]

Attack of the Christmas Tree

Word Count: 983 Genre: Fluff! Member: Brian (young k) Requested: by anon : the prompt was “You were so nice helping me carry my Christmas tree out to the car until I accidentally whacked you with the tree trunk and now we’re at the hospital” AU

        Your friend bailed on you last second, leaving you a little more than halfway to the Christmas tree farm. You weren’t about to turn around only to come back later on that week, that would waste to much gas, so you just pushed on. Hunting for a Christmas tree by yourself couldn’t be too bad, right?

        As soon as you pulled up to the farm, small flurries started to fall from the sky. You hesitated to get out of your warm car and into the cold weather. Sure, seeing the snow was fun and all, but you wanted to find the perfect Christmas tree, which meant it was probably going to take a while. You pulled your gloves on and readjusted your scarf, making sure that as much heat as possible was trapped inside your coat. You finally brought yourself to get out of your car, letting the biting cold air hit against your face. The Christmas tree farm was quite beautiful. Twinkling fairy lights hung all over the place, hanging from the small cabin where the staff and various other things where, and some even hung from poll to poll between each row of trees. You let out a small sigh, wishing your friend could have made it so you could both enjoy the beautiful sights, but alas, that was simply not possible. You walked towards the little cabin in order to start the hunt for your perfect tree. Inside were only a few people, most of them looked to be staff, with a few customers here and there.

        A bell sounded when you opened the door, causing some of the staff to look up from what they were doing.

        “Are you here to pick out a tree?” one of them asked.

        “Of course, she’s here for a tree Wonpil, it’s a Christmas tree farm…” another guy with dark hair pointed out. You laughed a bit.

        “For all you know I could be here to pick something up.” you said with a shrug, “but yes, I am here to pick out a tree.”

        “Cool, if you go out that back door right there you’ve got a pretty good selection of trees over there. It’s pretty cold so don’t get lost and end up stuck out there… did no one come with you?”

        “Ah yah, my friend canceled on me last minute.” you explained as you walked towards the door he had pointed out to you.

        “Oh geez, yah you aren’t going to be able to do all that alone, let me help you.” The guy said, grabbing his coat and pulling it on.

        “Are you sure?” You questioned, hesitating at the door.

        “Of course, it’s my job anyways.” he answered.

        “Alright then… I’m (y/n) by the way.”

        “I’m Younghyun, but most people just call me Brian.” he replied.

        “Well, thank you for your help Brian.”

        After that the two of you headed back out into the cold. You combed through the rows of trees, explaining to Brian what type of tree you were looking for so he could help with the search. With the help of Brian, it didn’t take as nearly as long as you had expected it to take. Soon you had cut down the tree and where dragging it back to your car with the help of Brian. You made a quick pit stop at the cabin to pay for the tree and get some rope to tie the tree to the top of your car. The guy from before, Wonpil if you were remembering right, mentioned that they would be closing because of the snow and that they were all going to head back. Brian nodded, half aware of what they were saying to him, too busy tying various nots around the tree.

        Everything happened so fast after that. The two of you were dragging the tree onto the top of your car when you hand slipped and the tree started to slide. And that tree sild fast… right into Brian’s face. You shouted and ran over to where he had landed on the ground.

        “Oh my god are you okay?” You practically yelled, squatting down next to him.  “Oh my gosh your nose is bleeding oh my gosh can you stand up, oh my goodness…”

        “It’s fine, I’m fine.” Brian muttered, slowly getting off the ground, only to wobble back and forth before basically crashing back onto the ground.

        “Oh my gosh, you’re not fine, here help me get you to the car i’m going to take you to the hospital.” you said, talking faster than the speed of light. Brian tried to tell you he was fine but you weren’t having it.

        “Brian, you can barely even stand how would you be able to drive home anyways?” you asked. That was enough to make him shut up. The drive to the hospital was heavy with silence. You kept glancing over at Brian to make sure he was okay. Every now and then he would rub his head like he had a headache, which you would be shocked if he didn’t have a headache. A whole stump from a tree had crashed itself into his face.

        You sat in the waiting room at the hospital while the doctors checked various things. The amount of anxiety you had for this guy you only just met was intense. Brian finally came back, looking a little bit more stable than before. The doctor explained that he had a pretty big concussion, but in the end, it wasn’t terrible and that he just needed to take things easy. You refused to let Brian take the bus back to his own house, insisting on letting you drive him since you had dropped the tree on his face.

        “Oh!” Brian exclaimed a few minutes after driving away from the hospital, “We left your Christmas tree in the parking lot!”

        “Brian what the heck…”

{ Request a prompt here } 

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Please Request! :)))

12 days of Winter Year #5

Tis the season to fall in love again with various kpop idols, I hope you enjoy this year’s edition. [And that this year has treated you well].

Groups you can request for: GOT7, SEVENTEEN, MONSTA X and PENTAGON.

To request, pick a prompt and a member from one of the above groups, and a specific reader you want it for (if not specified, I’ll make it gender neutral). Also I do not write smut.

This will start December 13th and will be updated every day, if not there will be extra presents on the 25th! (You can request up until the 25th).

[I’m narrowing down the prompts and the groups I’m writing for this year. I’m sorry but I hope you guys can still enjoy it! Although I am willing to write some more fics for this; if you come up with the prompt ofc.]

Please request!!

“It was the last thing I wrapped.”

“Only you would get stuck in one foot of snow,...” Heavy sigh of, “I’ll be there in a minute”

“You’ve never been kissed under mistletoe? Well, we got to change that.”

Making gingerbread houses (and failing miserably).

Renting a log cabin with your best friends [Group] and crush/lover.

“I thought it was a Christmas dress up party,...”

“Okay. So,... I may have told my parents that we were dating so you could come over for the holidays--.”

“What’s your Christmas wish?” “For you to be mine.”

Dancing together as snow falls around you two.

“No way! You’re going to meet your soulmate on Christmas?!”

“Would you go to the Winter Gala with me?”

Make your own prompt!

[infinitum-imaginaerum]

Ooh! How about 29: You look pretty hot in plaid with our boy Jae because dang dude he does. And I feel like he doesn't get hyped up enough for being the extremely handsome man he is

29: “You look pretty hot in plaid.” | Jae

LOL DRABBLE WHO? I could make this into a series. It’s kind of choppy because I tried to make a 12k fic fit into a drabble and yeah I had this idea in the shower the other day and I’m wrecked. Also kind of a song fic. Also based loosely on this. Anyway, be still my rampant heart. 

It’s Christmas Time!

Tuesday night was open mic night at the cozy little tavern you bartended at. It wasn’t typically a super busy night, just a few people who came for that type of stuff, a chance for smaller musicians to sell or giveaway some tapes and for patrons to expand their music horizons. Most artists who came in just did covers and you only ever saw most of them once—only a select few performed weekly.

There was one in particular you’d grown a liking to. His name was Jae and he was one of the regulars who came in every week. You’d talked to him quite a few times when he’d come sit at the bar after his slot was up to have a drink or two before heading home—he was becoming quite popular among the ladies who also frequented the place, and therefore bringing in more girls, bringing in more dudes, bringing in more money.

After pouring a few drinks for the patrons at the bar, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up when his smooth voice seeped from the speakers. He introduced himself, the way he always did, fiddled with the mic stand a bit and the stool he placed himself on as he got settled. A few of the regulars clapped, welcoming him, some of them artists who had performed prior—customarily they stuck around to support their fellow musicians. There was a familiar plucking of strings, testing the tuning, and then he cleared his throat. It was the same routine all the time.

He opened with an instrumental, playing around a bit before getting into vocals, and every time he began singing, you melted, but it got you in a groove. You became more efficient, more anticipatory of customer’s needs; like he got your blood really going.

“You should just ask him out,” your coworker commented,picking up a couple of drinks from the well, promptly stabbing her tickets ass he looked at you basically jamming out. It shocked you back into reality as you looked at her, and then looked past her to look at Jae—which was a huge mistake, because my god was he looking finer than the small print on a contract. His dark hair was messily pushed away from his face, his signature thick black glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose as he swung his head with the tunes, that cute thing all musicians did when they were really in tune with themselves.

“Don’t even start with me,” you laughed as his lips came back to the mic, his perfect vocals gracing your ears once more. The way he looked when he sang lit a fire in your stomach; he peered around the place and you swore a smile broke on his lips when his eyes met yours, looking past your server to watch him. It only seemed to get him more into the music because he owned the stage in that solitary spotlight that made the atmosphere entirely his to command.He played more passionately, sang with more gusto, and you tried your best to get back to your customers, especially the ones who were on their way out—typical for this time of night.

Jae always requested a thirty minute slot and never disappointed. He began his last song, a cover of Shape of You.

At this point your bar was empty; everyone had migrated to tables which was fine with you. You placed an elbow down on the freshly cleaned bar-top as you listened. Something about his voice put the right tinge on the song that made you love it, even if you hadn’t before. When he got to the chorus, his gaze met yours again, only this time, it didn’t leave.

“I’m in love with the shape of you, we push and pull like a magnet do, though my heart is falling too—”

Your heart was pounding in your throat, unable to blink or move a single muscle.

“Last night you were in my room, now my bed sheets smell like you—”

“That’s so cute, he’s singing to you!”

And the moment was over.

Your gaze slowly turned to your coworker and you were sure your face was as red as Jae’s plaid shirt, opened to a white undershirt that he wore oh so well. You wanted to scold her, you wanted to be mad at her for ruining the moment, but the smirk you caught on Jae’s face when he realized your attention was taken away from him was a distraction in and of itself. Your mind was going a thousand miles an hour as you snatched a glass off the bar to clean, almost throwing it on the floor in the process as you turned away from her and the stage.

The clapping and cheering was enough to drown your thoughts out, thankfully, because you almost broke that same glass in the sink and undoubtedly would have cut yourself. The screech of the stole signified that he was up and leaving the stage, even if the sound itself was almost silent. Along with the screeching of the stool, you could hear the sound of the clamps on the hard case of his guitar as he settled it back into the soft velvet.

Before you knew it, that sweet voice was in your ear again.

“Hey,” he started smoothly as he took a seat directly behind you.

“Hey, you,” you replied, turning to face him and pull a short glass from the cooler to place on the bar-top and filled it with ice. You popped open a can of ginger beer, grabbing the dark rum with your other hand and counted appropriately, finishing the glass with a splash of lime, and a wheel for garnish. After placing it on a beverage napkin, you slid it towards him,admiring the sweet grin on his face as he braced on the bar with his crossed arms.

There was a slightly awkward silence, but it may have only been awkward for you after the completely uncalled for comment from your coworker. He looked down at his drink, pulling off the lime wheel and swirled it around for a moment.

“I tried something a little different… what did you think?”

It wasn’t abnormal for him to ask for your opinion on his performances, but he’d never been so engaging with you during them like he was tonight. Not only that, but the thought swirling in your head that it was charged specifically towards you made it a little hard to think, so like word vomit, your response came out.

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, especially when you realized what you had said. Funny thing was, you didn’t turn red, you didn’t even turn away, in fact there was no indication of your embarrassment at all, especially when he replied.

“I kind of thought that you thought something like that,especially when every time I was looking for you, you were looking right back at me.” He paused for a moment and took a sip of his drink. “Do you mind if I stay until you get off? I feel like we need to have a serious talk.”

The inflection he put on serious talk had your stomach all in knots, but you agreed and attempted to continue calmly until then. He made it pretty simple. He was extremely easy to talk to, funny, engaging, often asked about you and it was just making this whole thing harder. When he got up to use the restroom, it was time to spill the dirt to your coworker.

You should have known she was going to cause a scene—the place was empty, she was cut, but was there to listen to you tell her about Jae,squealing and shaking you exactly the way you guessed she would have and you almost regretted telling her anything, especially when she reminded you that she was right about him singing to you.

Patiently, Jae waited as promised while you closed. Your coworker was long gone as you put caps on all the bottles, listening to Jae quietly play guitar as you worked, enough to fill the silence but not loud enough to distract you as you cleaned and counted, mopped and put up all the chairs. He propped his guitar up against the bar and waited for you to return to him. The look in your eyes said you were ready to leave, but when you grabbed you things with your keys ready to lock the door and moved to shift past him, he grabbed your wrist.

Shock was the first look on your face as you looked down to your wrist in his burning hand. Slowly, your eyes shifted to his as he spoke, “Let’stalk here.” You nodded, accepting his request as he moved to the side for you to sit in the stool you hadn’t put on the bar yet because he was previously occupying it.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and for the first time you could tell he was nervous. He was looking down at his feet, kicking them around a bit as he took a couple of deep breaths—multiple times he opened his mouth to speak, but decided that wasn’t what he wanted to say and closed it once more after letting out a sharp exhale.

“This seems so easy in song,” he finally said after a few moments of silence and met your gaze with his.

“Please don’t say what I think you’re trying to say,” you replied, just as nervous as him as you gripped the hem of your shirt, almost tearing at it.

His brow drew together. “Why not?” he asked as you shifted in the stool. He took a half step closer to you, genuine concern on his face now. Though he was unsure that you knew what he wanted to say, the words out of your mouth made the knot in his throat preventing him from telling you almost double in size.

“I’m nervous!” you squeaked back.

“I’m nervous, too,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood,another half a step closer.

You stared at his throat, at his chin and lips, just trying to avoid his gaze as your brain started going again. Your heart was pounding loud enough for you to hear it, your hands still tight on the hem of your shirt until you could vaguely feel his warm fingers tentatively touch the back of your hand.

“Why are you nervous?” you asked him as his hand covered yours, another half a step closer.

Just barely and out of your peripheral, you could see him shake his head, those lips parting to attempt to say more words to you. “B-because.I… I feel so many things and I just… I don’t want to screw it up,” he stuttered, eyes scanning your face over and over, praying you would look him in the eyes because he begged to see those gorgeous glittering orbs of yours.

“Why are you nervous?” he asked you in return, almost as a whisper, another half a step closer, tentatively tracing the curve of your jaw with the back of his knuckles on the hand that had previously graced yours.

“Because you make my heart pound in my throat,” you replied confidently, a spark of audaciousness flowing through you from his tough. Your eyes met his, finally. He was so close that once you tilted your head up to look at him, your nose almost brushed against his.

“Then why are you so afraid of what I want to say?” he whispered.

Your hand shot out to catch him, to press firmly against his chest. You could feel the outside of his legs on the inside of yours as he stood between them. His one hand was still caressing your jaw; the other snaking passed the hand pressed against his chest to settle on your hip. His breath was warm on your face, his eyes glancing between your eyes and the sweet lips he was dying to kiss.

“Maybe you’re just better off saying without words; that way you can’t possibly mess it up,” you replied meekly.

He flashed his dazzling smile at you. “You’re right,” he muttered before your hand previously flat had curled up to take a handful of his white undershirt, inadvertently pulling him closer as his lips softly covered yours. You had always laughed at the cliché reactions to the perfect kiss that everyone talked about—the fireworks behind your eyes, the breathlessness, the lightheadedness, the need for him to be that much closer to you. If not fireworks, there were definitely stars behind your closed eyelids, even as he pulled away, letting you catch the breath you hadn’t realized you lost.

Your eyes stayed closed, waiting for him to depart, but he never did. His forehead remained pressed against yours, gauging your reaction,especially as his nose caressed yours, shuffling his feet even closer which only had him curling over to meet you further. His hand retreated from cupping your jaw to cover your hand tangled in his shirt to untangle it at settle it gently on his shoulder, just to return that hand to your cheek, stroking his thumb over it while his palm cupped the side of your neck, tilting your head back while his tilted to the side to steal another breathtaking kiss.

The small sigh you gifted him along with the shift in your chair was stellar enough a reaction for him. There wasn’t a need to gauge anymore as he pulled away far enough to look into your eyes which fluttered open for him soon enough. Both of his hands were tucking your hair away from your face, a dazzling smile across his lips as he looked at you utterly star-struck.

“Jae…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say, but attempted to fill the silence nonetheless.

He whispered your name just the same, stroking your cheeks almost obsessively with his thumbs, as if he’d just gotten new shiny toy he didn’t want to put down.

“Girl, you know I want your love, you love was handmade for somebody like me—”

Despite adoring the way his voice sent a shiver down your spine, you silenced him with another eager kiss, pushing yourself off of the bar stool and onto your toes in front of him. His hands steadied your hips,breaking the kiss with soft laughter, displaying the comfort level as if the two of you had been together for ages.

“Come on, be my baby, come on.”

“Jaehyung,” you laughed.

“Yes, baby?” he asked.

“Boy, let’s not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me,” you sang back to him.

Your squealing laughter filled the emptiness of the bar as Jae buried his face in your neck, picking you up to spin you around while you begged him to put you down, hardly able to get coherent words out between your laughter and calling his name. His searing kiss under your jaw as he set you back on your feet brought you back to earth.

“I would never have gotten the courage if it wasn’t for today, you know,” he explained to you, swaying back and forth with you tightly in the confines of his arms, the comfort of yours finally wrapped around his neck permanently sculpted the smile on his face. “Between catching your gaze so often and your word-vomit earlier; I would have waited forever to see if you were going to make a move.”

“My coworker insisted you were all about me, but I kept laughing it off as wishful thinking,” you replied and reached up to brush his hair away from his eyes.

“And to think, you didn’t want me to tell you,” he teased,even just his chaste kisses left you breathless for a second as he placed one against your lips just before you were about to speak.

A few months had passed. You gave up your Tuesday shifts so that you could be there to really watch him perform. You sat at a small round table near the front closer to the stage and now you were sure, with every song he sang, he was singing to you. Now he opted to perform earlier, instead of close to last, so that he would have maximum time to spend with you at that table and enjoy the other musicians.

Before all the regulars knew the dirt, he broke a lot of girl’s hearts the first night you didn’t work; he got off stage, packed up his guitar and waltzed up to your table. He planted a hand on the table to his left and gently took your chin with his right—you still weren’t able to anticipate him properly and grabbed a handful of his shirt as he confidently leaned in fora kiss, slanting his mouth over yours to elicit all types of ooooh’s and hoots and hollers and claps and chants from the surrounding patrons, most of which had some idea that something would transpire between the two of you.

His kiss still sent sparks flying through your body and you were still sad when he’d pull away before you were ready, but lit up your heart with that gorgeous smile.

“You look pretty hot in plaid,” he told you, admiring the shirt you were wearing which happened to be his from that day the two of you finally confessed to each other.

“Funny, I could say the same about you,” you replied, noting the blue plaid shirt he opted to wear today.

He grinned at you and bit his lip, stealing another kiss for some more exaggerated hollering among the crowd.