#golcha kim jibeom imagines

[blossom-hwa]

happy 5 years! may i request something sweet with jibeom? like maybe a baker or florist au !!

hey anon!! thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy what I've written for it <3

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: The Earth Laughs in Flowers

Pairing: Jibeom x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: n/a

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Some days, Jibeom finds himself unable to smile. 

It isn’t most days, thankfully - he’s got a family that cares for him, friends who find it in themselves to annoy him every day, a cat who likes to wind her way around his legs to the point of tripping him whenever he comes home. He can usually find a reason to smile, even if it’s very small. 

But life is annoying, and life is hard. There are days where the gray cloud hanging over him only seems to grow darker and heavier no matter what - his boss being upset at him for something he can’t control, rain pouring overhead on the one day he forgot to bring his umbrella. When that happens, it’s too hard to smile, and Jibeom doesn’t even want to try. 

On one of these dark days, he finds himself inside a little florist a street away from his office, one that he always passes by but has never really found a reason to actually explore. Today, though, the rain is pouring too hard for him to make it the next street to his bus stop, so he finds himself ducking into the flower shop as a short respite from the downpour. 

A little bell tinkles as he bursts into the shop, hair and clothes damp from his sprint through the streets. He’s so busy digging through his bag, trying to make sure his laptop didn’t get wet when the rain suddenly picked up, that at first he doesn’t notice you approaching him. 

“Hello!”

Jibeom jumps, eyes snapping up to take you in. You’re smiling brightly as though the rain outside doesn’t bother you at all, dressed in a green apron stained with bits of dirt and flowers. 

“Hello,” he replies cautiously, slinging his bag back over his back. At the last minute he remembers you’re a stranger, not someone he should easily show his annoyance to, so he tries to school his features into a more neutral expression than he’d been showing before. 

You don't seem to notice, the smile on your face still as sweet and bright as when he first saw you. “Welcome to my little garden,” you say warmly, gesturing to the expanse of flowers and greenery all around you. “Is there something you were looking for? Or was it just the downpour?”

Jibeom reddens against his will. “Just... just the downpour,” he mumbles. “Sorry about that, I can leave -”

“Oh no, it’s fine!.” You laugh a little. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need until we close. The rain’s pouring really hard, wouldn’t want you to get sick or anything.”

Jibeom isn’t sure why, but for some reason, tears suddenly begin welling in his eyes. It takes all of his effort to hold them back. “Thanks,” he croaks out, trying to swallow the little lump growing in his throat. “I appreciate it.”

"No problem,” you reply, smiling softly. “If I may ask... you look pretty tired. Had a long day?”

Normally when strangers talk to him, Jibeom closes himself up, mostly just does the bare minimum to seem polite and tries to shut down the conversation as soon as he can. But looking at you now, Jibeom doesn’t feel the walls of his defenses beginning to rise. Instead, he feels them starting to fall. 

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “It’s... it’s been a lot.”

“I see.” You nod slightly, lips pressed together in sympathy. “Give me one moment.”

Jibeom watches you walk around the shop, plucking a few flowers of various colors from their places on shelves and in buckets on the floor. At one of the tables, you make quick work of them, snipping stems and trimming leaves until you’ve created a small, pretty bouquet. “Here,” you finally say, extending the flowers to him when you’ve finished. “These are for you.”

He blinks once, twice, looking between you and the flowers. “Sorry, I - what?”

“They’re on the house,” you clarify. “For you.”

Jibeom blinks again. “I - why?”

“The earth laughs in flowers,” you say, smiling as you press the small bouquet into his hands. “I thought that perhaps, if you see the way it laughs, it will help you smile a little too.”

Dumbly, Jibeom closes his fingers around the green stems. The soft, sweet scent of the flowers fills his nose - he recognizes a couple of roses and something that looks like a lily amidst more blooms whose name he doesn’t know. “Thank you,” he whispers, fighting the urge to cry.

“You’re welcome,” you reply, and Jibeom can almost feel the warmth of your voice wrapping around him like a blanket shielding him against the cold outside. “Oh - it looks like the rain stopped!”

Sure enough, it has stopped, only a thin drizzle painting the windows of your shop. Jibeom thanks you again, only slightly less choked this time, then heads out again to catch his bus.

Once he reaches home, Jibeom looks at the flowers still clutched between his fingers. Vaguely he thinks he should find a vase or something similar to put them in, but for now he just stares at them. Bright pink, a sprig of warm yellow, deep blue and pale purple stare back at him, interspersed with leafy greenery. Colorful, warm.

As Jibeom carefully arranges them in a tall glass of water, he realizes the weight of his day no longer feels as heavy as it once was. 

He returns to your shop the next day, the sky bright blue with a sun shining bright against the clouds. You’re helping a customer when he arrives, but when you’re finished you turn to him, eyes bright and smile as wide as he remembered. 

“Hi!” you exclaim, walking up to him. “How are you?”

Jibeom smiles. “Feeling better,” he replies honestly. “I wanted to thank you again for the flowers. They were beautiful.”

You duck your head in acknowledgement. “Thank you,” you say sweetly. “I’m glad you liked them.”

“I also -” He coughs a little, swallowing down the embarrassment threatening to crawl up his cheeks. “I don’t think I got your name last time.”

“Oh!” For a moment, you look as flustered as he feels. It’s quite endearing, Jibeom thinks as his smile grows wider. “I’m so sorry. My name is Y/N.” You cock your head. “If I may, what’s yours?”

“I’m Jibeom,” he replies. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A conversation arises from there, pleasant and warm and full of lovely, bright laughter. As you smile, as you laugh, Jibeom remembers your words from yesterday, and - 

It’s true, he thinks, watching the way sunlight streams onto your face, the way you seem to glow under the golden hour with the brightness of your smile. It’s true what you said, that the earth laughs in flowers. 

Because looking at you now, laughing in the sunlight, Jibeom can see the flowers ever-blooming in your smile.

[thepixelelf]

1386/3100 word october

from the golcha superpowered volleyball universe

[party-goers unseen] “I was thinking of skipping that Halloween party everyone’s talking about,” you tell Jibeom, your thumb scrolling through instagram mindlessly. “It’s not really my scene.”

Jibeom looks up at you, pausing his hands over his homework. “Jangjun will be sad without you there. He told everyone he was bringing the whole team.”

“I’m not on the team though?” You roll your eyes.

“Well I didn’t really wanna go in the first place, and if you’re not going…”

Chuckling, you ruminate over how anti-social you both are. Sure, it would probably do you well to branch out once in a while, but you’d rather not start with a party filled with drunk people dressed as Where’s Waldo or a black cat or any Squid Game character.

“We can just say we went,” you posit. “But they couldn’t see you because you pre-gamed and go invisible when you’re tipsy.”

Jibeom tilts his head, considering the idea, then looks at you again. “What about you?”

You shrug and smile. “I’ll just say I went as the Invisible Man, 2020.”

His brows furrow, and Jibeom frowns at you, lips in the slightest of pouts. “That movie’s a hurtful stereotype.”

At his expression, you let out a little laugh. You hold your arms open, hugging him close when he makes his way into your hold. “I know, you big baby. I don’t need an excuse to not go somewhere. Jangjun can suck it up.”

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Over the Fence

Pairing: Kim Jibeom (Golden Child) X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 804

A/N: I got a lovely little ask to do a fluffy neighbor au for GolCha Jibeom, it took me a bit, but here it is!

Today, like any other day, started out just as normal and boring. He rose with the sun and started his routine, shower, brush teeth, get ready for the day, coffee, and finally leave for work. Jibeom laid in bed, staring at the ceiling fan that spun ever so slowly in the dim morning light, his body heaving at the thought of going to work, doing the same minuscule work, again. He rolled from the mattress, his hand hovering over the alarm clock, the shrieking of the alarm beginning to ring out as his hand fell onto the button, quieting it’s voice.

Here’s to another day in this boring little—

The sound of a door slamming outside his window caused him to stop mid thought to get up from the bed and venture over to the bedroom window. A white u-haul truck sat outside the house next door to his, the one that had been vacant since his junior year in high school. His eyes followed the tall box that covered it’s carrier, taking notice of the white tennis shoes that walked carefully up the sidewalk and into the house, “Who would want to live in this town? It’s so boring and—” His eyes fell onto the body walking out of the house, his eyes glued to your beauty. In all the years he’s lived in this town, he’s never seen someone like you appear before his eyes.

Jibeom studied you, the way your feet stepped on the ground, the way your hips swayed with your steps, how you tilted your head while someone was talking to you, how your lips curled into a smile, the way you wrinkled your nose as you laughed—you were the epitome of sunlight and he wanted to meet you.

Within a week of you moving in next door to him, you managed to make his world revolve around you, to make matters even worse: he had yet to even come face to face with you, let alone exchange words with you. By the time he got up, you were sauntering out to your car, and when he got home, he could only catch fleeting glances of your shadow appearing against your close curtained windows.

Today was no different, he woke up thirty minutes early to get a jumpstart, in hopes he would see you in passing as he went to his car, but as he stared into the wall mirror next to his window, straightening out his shirt, his eyes connected with your dolled up frame walking down the steps of your porch. His eyes took in your aesthetics as you stood next to your car, your phone connected to your ear—black form fitting dress pants clinging to your legs, white button down shirt with a burgundy blazer over it, and black heels to complete your ensemble. Your hair was pulled up into a messy bun, but one that looked kept and not like you just rolled out of bed, your makeup lightly done, but just enough to make a statement. Man did you look good, so good, Jibeom’s heart skipped a beat as he took in your beauty. He rested his hand on his chest, feeling is heart running rampant inside his rib cage, his thoughts starting to wonder why you made him feel this way.

Will I ever get to meet her?

Jibeom sighed, his body sunk into the couch of his living room. His eyes drifted towards the window that faced your house, the foggy rain streak pane distorting the front of the house. His mind started to play tricks on him, the illusion of your body starting to form in the entryway of his home, your warm smile appearing on your lips as you slipped off your heels. He watched at your apparition stepped off the tile and onto the soft taupe carpet, making your way over to him. Jibeom sat up, welcoming the thought of you coming home to him, your figure fading as the startling sound of the doorbell ringing shaking his being.

Seriously…?

He huffed, ignoring the door, hoping the person who ruined his daydream would disappear. He tried to make your ghost appear before him again, it being ruined by the doorbell ringing again. He got up from the couch, stomping towards the door, his hand gripped the handle, ripping it open, “This better be worth—” His words got lost in his throat as his eyes met with wide irises, and a shivering figure, it soaked to the bone. He couldn’t believe the scene his eyes were playing for him, you standing on his porch, your beautiful eyes gazing up into his.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I somehow locked my keys inside my car in the rush of trying to get into the house and now… I’m locked out…”

[golchahrs]

[6:32 am] jibeom squeezed your hand and pulled you closer to his side as you two are walking down the quiet, early morning street. the sky is beginning to light up as street lamps turn off for the day, a couple of corner stores are preparing to open up, and the chirping of birds can be heard somewhere in the near distance. the brisk air kissed your cheeks and jibeom smiled when he saw you scrunch your face up momentarily.

“i feel like it’s way too early, but i love it,” you commented.

jibeom hummed in agreement. “it’s nice, isn’t it?” 

as the sun rose and the warm beams hit your face, jibeom couldn’t help but be awestruck. so once again, he tugged on your hand, only to swiftly turn his body and place a kiss right at the corner of your lips.

“i love you,” he whispered, nuzzling his face towards yours for a bit.

you broke out into a grin and gave him a peck back. when you pulled away, the sunlight lit up his eyes and they sparkled with love and admiration.

“i love you too.”

[eternallyhyucks]

meant to be | kim jibeom

pairing: bf! jibeom x gn! reader

word count: 321

genre/warnings: fluff (lowk cringe) , none

summary: after a year of being with jibeom, he tells you how much you mean to him

—note: i havent written for golden child in a while (sorry it’s so short!!!) , but i hope you all like it !! <3

𖤐 ྀ

you and jibeom were sitting on top of his car with ice cream in your hands as the two of you reminiced over the first year of your relationship.

“do you remember when i first tried holding your hand?” he said laughing

embarassed, “yes😭 i didnt realize you wanted to hold my hand okay!! i am very clueless most of the time”

“how does one move their hands around THAT much. you will never not amaze me”

“okay well at least i didnt do that cringe yawn thing just to put my arm over your shoulder” you say taking a spoon of jibeom’s ice cream

“listen, jaehyun told me that it was a creative idea”

“when has jaehyun ever been right about these things”

“well you got me there” he says flashing a smile. after a small pause he looks at you and says, “can i be sappy for a second, y/n?”

“go ahead” you say turning to face him

“before i met you, i didnt think i’d ever need anyone so much. i never really felt like i needed to be in a relationship and frankly, the idea of it was always so far-fetched to me. i never planned to fall in love with you. it was all so new and it scared me at first. you make me feel so loved, and it’s so weird”

“pause. WEIRD ????” you say frowning

“why is that the only thing you got out of that😒” he said frowning back

you soften your expressions and look into his eyes. “im honored to be the one to make you feel loved because thats what you deserve, jibeom. everyone deserves to feel loved. we’re just meant to be like that i guess😩”

“do you even know how to stay serious for more than 2 seconds” he says laughing

“definitely not, it makes me feel squirmy”

“UR MOM MAKES ME FEEL SQUIRMY🤣”

“JIBEOM ????”

©eternallyhyucks

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[overdhse]

for the prompt list, could I please request number 14 or 19 with Jibeom? I live for angst to fluff. Good luck on starting this blog! ❤️

pairing: jibeom x reader

words count: 987

genre: angst to fluff

prompt: 14. “Am I the reason why you cry every night?” 

a/n: hello! thanks for your request and for wishing me luck with the blog💗 i wrote this request using a second person narrator, i’m still trying to find my personal style of writing so i apologize in advance if you don’t like the way it’s written. i chose to publish this today in honor of his bday (here it’s not his bday yet but in south korea it is so yeah haha), i hope you’ll like it! feel free to request anytime again 💖

You lay on your bed hugging your pillow. It’s quite late, but you feel like sleeping it’s quite impossible: too many thoughts are filling your mind, making you turn around in your bed too many times to quietly fall asleep. You reach your hand out and look for your phone that seems to have got lost through the sheets. As soon as you find it, you check the time. It’s 2.54 AM. You unlock your phone and open the messaging app, with a bad feeling in your throat.

“He’s awake too.” You think, opening the chat with Jibeom and noticing he’s online. You lock your phone, lay on your back facing the ceiling and sigh loudly. You’ve been friends with Jibeom for quite a long time now, always backing each other up and making others jealous of your wonderful relationship. Going to amusement parks, eating and drinking together until late night, supporting him on his crazy schedules, worrying about each other... you always felt that nothing and no one could ever stand between the two of you; there could’ve never been someone like him for you, or someone like you for him. Never. At least you thought so, until some cold winter day he started talking to you about a girl who his friends had introduced him to. At first you thought that nothing would change between the two of you; you had your own special relationship and after all, at the end of the day, there was nothing wrong with having another friend. She could’ve become your friends too. But without even realizing it, you once found yourself crying with your phone in your hands, a picture of the two together in your chat and the realization that you had developed feelings for him. At first you tried to hold it in and act like nothing was wrong, you didn’t want to ruin your relationship because of a weird feeling of yours; eventually, your relationship ended up growing colder and the only thing you were left with was your heart broken and an unsent message to him.

Thinking about all the things you have been going through, you feel your eyes getting watery. It’s usually hard to deal with those feelings, but when you’re laying on your bed and the room is quiet it gets even harder. You take a look at the time. It’s 2.59 AM. Only five minutes have gone by, but it feels like an eternity to you. You force yourself to sit up and hug your legs, resting your chin on your knees and looking outside the window. It’s raining and it probably has been for some time now, but you were too immersed in your thoughts to notice. You get up and walk towards the window. Until not long ago, you used to love rain. The sound and smell of the rain always calmed you down, but you stopped liking it ever since you ended up having memories about Jibeom and you running back home and getting soaked in water because you had forgot to bring an umbrella with you. You open the window and put an arm outside; the water drops on your skin and the cold feeling makes you shiver under your skin. “I can’t go on like this.” You think, closing the window and heading to your bathroom to dry your arm. Suddenly, a notification sound catches your attention and makes your heart beat faster. You try to tell yourself not to make up weird scenarios, it definitely can’t be Jibeom. Not after all this time. Not after all the silence.

You open the water tap and splash some cold water in your face. After drying your face, you look at yourself in the mirror. You haven’t cried, but somehow your eyes are red. You put the towel back and go back to your bed; immediately, you unlock your phone. You feel your heart dropping when you read Jibeom’s name in the notification bar.

“Y/N, are you awake?” You read it more than once and pinch your cheek to be sure you’re not dreaming. It’s been so long since you’ve last talked to each other.

“Hey, yeah.” You type; you wait a few minutes before hitting the “send” button. You’re not that sure about talking to him; you had been wanting for this to happen, but now that you have this weird feeling, you’re scared this might not end up well. Eventually, you send the text. And Jibeom was probably waiting for you to reply to him, because he immediately starts typing something else. You take a deep breath and look outside the window again, waiting for the notification sound. “It has stopped raining.” You think to yourself.

Jibeom’s text soon arrives. “I met your best friend today. We talked for some time. Are you okay?” You raise your eyebrows, wondering about what this all means. He met your best friend and now he’s contacting you, asking if you are okay. You start typing a “Yes.”, but soon after you delete it and start staring at the screen. This could be a great opportunity to tell him that no, you are not okay, and it’s all because of him and your crazy crush on him. You bite your lips, thinking about what to do.

Jibeom sends another text. “Am I the reason why you cry every night?” Reading that, you start crying. Suddenly, you feel like all the pain you had been holding is is flowing out with your tears. “You stupid.” He adds.

You try to calm down, taking deep breaths. “What?” You manage to type. Not only you haven’t from him in months, but he also cals you a stupid?

“You’re stupid. I stopped talking to you because I thought you had lost interest in me. Am I too late?”

“Too late? For what?” You reply, feeling your heart in your throat.

“To make you mine.”

[sytco]

jibeom wip excerpt

context: you and jibeom have been in love for as long as you can remember and you don’t know how much longer you can stand pretending you don’t

ohhh i really blame @still-lonely + @80squeenie for this one!!!

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there are white flowers on the sidewalk, pink flowers in your heart.

“pretty shoes," jibeom says. not as pretty as you.

and this time you really do laugh, covering your mouth with your hand and he really wishes you wouldn’t do that - wouldn’t cover your smile like that.

“idiot. i’ve had these shoes for months.”

jibeom throws a smile up at the sky, searching for an invisible shooting star. “i know.”

there’s nothing else to say but you don't say it.

not yet.

you’re something like halfway around the neighbourhood and the line you walk between tension and quiet is driving jibeom half-desperate.

maybe it’s the moon, except he can’t see it for all the buildings in the sky. he exhales more forcefully than he should, putting on a self-deprecating smile.

it has gotten to the point where he despises himself for his cowardice.

there are songs that go a little like this, books that discuss the ups and downs of a one-sided affection.

and the words linger around his throat only to die away when he turns to find that you've stopped walking and are now staring at him, an odd look on your face, lips quivering.

he stares back.

“kim jibeom.”

he swallows and takes a step forward.

“what’s wrong?”

“jibeom.”

he smiles a nervous smile, taking another step forward.

you take a small step back.

“i… jibeom.”

he waits.

come to think of it, he always has.

you drops your gaze to your shoes.

“why do we do this?” you blurt out at the ground.

in the distance, a train rushes by.

“what do you mean?” he asks, a sad look in his eyes, and you make a noise that's somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

“why do you act like"- you have to take a pause to gulp in a big breath. "why do you act like you care too?"

then the ground blurs because you can’t see for all the tears and suddenly he’s crossing lakes and rivers and oceans and the milky way and one hundred and fifty centimetres to grab your hands and wipe your tears away.

“because i do,” he says simply.

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feedback greatly appreciated

[golchaworld]

holla, can i have golden child jibeom scared with your father when he was invited by your mum to have dinner with your family please? sorry if it isn't spesific :(

yes you can! hope you enjoy.

[6:14pm]

As you walk up to the doorway, your boyfriend wipes his hands on his jeans for the hundredth time. You chuckle slightly as he fiddles around, very obviously nervous.

"Are you okay, babe?" You ask.

He nods, words caught in his throat. A large hand ruffles his hair, a clear sign of his nerves. You intertwine your hands, taking a moment before entering your parents' house.

"Jibeom, look at me. You're gonna be fine. I know my parents will love you."

"But what if-what if they don't? I've never met your parents before. What if I make a bad joke? What if your dad hates me? Oh god! Your dad is definitely gonna hate me. He’s so scary! And then what if—,”

You can't help yourself as you briefly connect your lips with his. When you disconnect, he takes a deep breath. His eyes meet yours, causing a small smile to grow on your face.

"They will love you, okay? If anything, they'll love you because I love you, and that's all that matters." He nods. "Now, are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

[multiwendi]

[09:57 a.m]

Y/N had never been in a relationship before. Jibeom was her very first boyfriend, and she already felt very insecure. They had their first argument, and Y/N was very sad. Her thoughts were exaggerated like: maybe I'm meant to be alone, or he doesn't like me anymore, and he will probably break up with me.

"Y/N?" Jibeom called her name from the hallway. She didn't reply and hid under the blanket she had over her. 

"Sweetie, I know you're under the blanket. I am sorry for yelling at you. Can we talk about it without yelling?" he uncovered a blanket from her head to look at her. 

"So, you don't want to break up?" she asked, whispering. 

"Of course not, silly," Jibeom smiled at her widely. 

[crybabybomin]

[13:34] Jibeom

Masterlist

You and boyfriend!Jibeom wanted pancakes for lunch so thats why you were cooking them together. But when you saw the flour you couldnt refrain yourself to throw some at him. Wrong idea because beside him were the eggs. So ofcourse that ended up in a food fight in the dorm kitchen. You put some jam on his nose and he looked annoyed at you. "Now my nose is going to be sticky" you smirked and licked it of is nose. He got really flustered but tried to hide it. "You're so cute" you said to him and ran away. "Oh you're gonna pay for that" and he followed you through the dorm. The chase ended when he had you cornered and his face kept coming closer. Then he kissed you. When he pulled away you both looked at each other with admiration. "We really need to clean this up now babe" he said.

[blossom-hwa]

valentine’s day + golcha ✧

blame @wingkkun​ for enabling me :) as well as @thepixelelf​ for putting up the list of valentine’s day prompts on her network @newskynet​ (check out the list and the network here!) that inspired these little blurbs! i really encourage anyone to join in on the event and use the prompts, they’re super cute and hella funny :) 

anyway happy early valentine’s day! there’ll be more blurbs for the boyz and stray kids leading up to the day of, and changmin’s interwoven story will top the holiday off <3

(find other valentine’s day blurbs for the boyz and stray kids here whenever i put up the masterlist!)

pairing: golcha x gender neutral!reader (one blurb for each member!)

wc: 4.9k (total)

genre: fluff, pure fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing, like one slightly implied mention of sex (it’s the first couple sentences of sungyoon’s story, but absolutely nothing explicit)

stray kids version | the boyz version

Golden Child Masterlist

9. “i’m allergic to roses.”

jaehyun doesn’t know why his boss decided to give him the valentine’s day shift. it’s annoying and stupid and dumb, especially when he just wants to spend the entire day with you, but you have class and he has work. so jaehyun resigns himself to being forced to work in the pits of hell on the supposed day of love (it’s a drugstore on valentine’s day. he’s pretty sure he won’t even be able to count the number of boyfriends and girlfriends who’ve forgotten to buy their partner a gift and have come to this shitty CVS for a last minute card or box of chocolates). 

slumped over on the counter after opening, waiting for the first wave of poor significant others to come washing in, jaehyun doesn’t even bother to move when the automatic doors slide open and a few pairs of footsteps sound on the floor. only when someone steps in front of him does he actually look up, immediately plastering on his customer service smile (that you’ve always found simultaneously hilarious and scary - “you look so dead inside, i don’t know what to say!” “i’m not dead inside!” “jaehyun, you’re in university. we’re all dead inside”), but it immediately drops when you step up to the counter and pass over a bouquet of tulips (not roses this time, thank god - jaehyun doesn’t need a repeat of the time you brought them and he had to break it to you between sneezes that “i’m allergic to roses.”), laughing at the expression of shock on his face. 

“wanted to bring you something nice in the morning since we won’t see each other until later,” you explain, pushing the bouquet into his hands. “i’ll meet you in front of your dorm, right? don’t be late.” 

holding the flowers, jaehyun doesn’t know what to do but nod and smile, smile so brightly it feels like the sun has come down to rest in his heart because by god, you’re the sweetest thing in this entire world and he loves you so, so much. “okay,” he breathes, unable to stop his eyes from crinkling as he smiles. “i’ll see you then.”

you lean over the counter and press a brief kiss on his lips. the bouquet nearly falls to the ground as he scrambles to lean in, to extend this bit of affection as long as he can, but then someone coughs and you two break away, jaehyun red-faced and blushing, you laughing as both of you turn to the customer holding two bags of lollipops with a smirk and a raised eyebrow on their face. jaehyun only blushes harder as you squeeze his hand one last time, supremely unconcerned, and murmur “see you later” before walking back out the door. 

14. “you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

exactly one week ago, jangjun’s professor gave the entire lecture hall a stern talking-to regarding valentine’s day activities in class. no kissing, no inappropriate PDA, and “no giving out candy or confessions unless you’ve brought enough for the entire hall.” and given the fact that this is a lecture hall of just under a hundred students, no one is eager to break that rule. 

but on valentine’s day, you come running in just two minutes before class starts, a large shopping bag banging against your legs as you sprint to your seat next to jangjun. he frowns at the bag, looking up at you in confusion, but you only give him a shit-eating grin as the professor walks to the podium. just as he’s about to start the slides, you raise your hand. “professor, i have candy to pass out.”

a whisper runs through the hall as jangjun starts to laugh. you really would. you actually would. y/n, you perfect bastard. professor just raises an eyebrow that jangjun can see all the way from his seat halfway across the hall and replies “do you have enough for the entire class?”

“as a matter of fact, i do!” reaching into the bag, you pull out two packages of lollipops and brandish them in the air. “all in the spirit of valentine’s day, professor!”

the hall devolves into chaos and laughter and shouts as you run down the rows, throwing candy at every student. jangjun’s laughing with everyone else - even the professor can’t help a smile as you hand him a lollipop too - but then he realizes you’ve completely bypassed his row. no matter, though, right? you’ll probably just come back and give him one when you come back to your seat, or he’ll steal a lollipop away from you. that’s how best friends work, obviously.

but then you’re running down the stairs, finished passing out candy for the rest of the hall. jangjun expects you to slide into your seat but you don’t, instead stopping at the end of the row and tossing him his favorite flavor of lollipop. he grins, about to say something, but your smile has turned slightly nervous and he’s confused - you’re never nervous, never, you didn’t even look like this before you had your first job interview - but then your gaze takes on a steely  determination that’s more characteristic of his favorite friend ever and you say, “wanna go on a date with me?”

screams erupt from the seats around him, but jangjun can only stare as he tries to comprehend what you said. his mouth moves to form words and they are not the words he wants but he never thinks before he speaks and certainly not now when his brain is literally fraying at the edges - 

“you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

your gaze shutters, your eyes turning dim. the smile on your face is still there but it’s a little forced and jangjun starts panicking because what the fuck, that’s not what he meant, and - “oh my god, y/n, i’m an idiot, i didn’t mean to say that, yes i want to go out with you, holy fuck i’ve wanted to literally since we met -”

“jangjun? shut up.”

he shuts up, terrified he’s messed up forever. but you’re smiling. you’re smiling so wide it looks like the stars themselves have come down to grace your eyes as you sit down next to him and tangle your fingers with his.

there are more screams and someone’s camera flashes but jangjun doesn’t care. he doesn’t fucking care, not when you’ve just asked him out when he’s been pining for you for probably years at this point and jangjun knows he’s grinning like an idiot when he squeezes your hand once, softly, and you squeeze back, winking as you pop a last lollipop into your mouth.

13. “you’re so cheesy. i love it.” (slightly amended from “this is so cheesy. i love it.”)

daeyeol may be dyslexic, but he certainly isn’t blind. as the ta for this lecture section, he’s had a front row seat to the obvious pining tension between jangjun and his best friend since they stepped into class on the first day. when they hand daeyeol a lollipop, he can see jangjun smiling like an absolute idiot even so far away, and when oblivious idiot #1 finally pulls themselves together and asks jangjun on a date, the professor himself can’t help but grin even as he starts clapping his hands to bring the class to order.

as the lecture goes on, daeyeol lets his thoughts wander. he’s been over this particular set of slides so long he could probably talk about them in his sleep (and according to sungyoon, he actually has, though he has no video proof so daeyeol will just put that down to his roommate exaggerating), so he doesn’t feel too bad about not paying attention as the professor keeps talking. he has better things to think about - namely his plans for later today. 

yeah, he has a date. he has a date with, in his humble opinion, the most wonderful and beautiful person in the world. he can’t help but smile when the image of your eyes crinkled in a laugh runs through his mind, the sound of your giggles and snorts making his heart flutter with excitement because holy fuck, he may not want to be in class, but at least he’s going to get to see you for hours later today. 

if he wasn't the ta, he’d be the first one out of class. instead, though, he stays a couple minutes to talk to the professor (he smirks a little bit when jangjun and his best friend-turned-significant other walk out the door, still holding hands) before he finally deems it polite to say goodbye and rush out of the lecture hall to his dorm so he can get changed. 

he’s breathless when he walks out of the flower shop to meet you just an hour later, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hands. despite the fact that you two have been dating for months already, he still turns shy when you accept the flowers, eyes sparkling in delight. your gaze only turns sweeter, lovelier when you look up from the bouquet to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your body presses against his. 

“i missed you,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you as close as he can. 

you laugh. “we saw each other yesterday, daeyeol.”

his name still sounds like honey from your lips. “yeah, but that was still too long.” 

again you laugh, pulling away. before he can complain, your hand slips into his, automatically tangling your fingers together. “you’re so cheesy,” you announce as though you haven’t said the same thing a million times over the course of the last few months. “i love it. anyway, should we go?”

daeyeol smiles, squeezing your hand. “of course. come on.”

4. “valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.” / “what’s that in your hands?” / “none of your business.”

jibeom isn’t anti-valentine’s day, not exactly. it’s just that he doesn’t entirely care for the way capitalism has decided to commercialize love through chocolates and teddy bears when a handwritten card would mean more to him than the most expensive candies in the world. 

which is why he teases daeyeol when the older boy comes into the flower shop where he works part time, even as he wraps up the bouquet of pink and red roses. “still a slave to capitalism, i see.”

daeyeol just snorts. “you think i didn’t see the flower crown you were making when i walked in?”

“yeah, well, i made it. i didn’t buy it.” jibeom ties the last ribbon in a large bow. “i’m not going to be a slave to the machinery of this shitty economic system. valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.”

“what’s that in your hands?”

jibeom shoves a heart-shaped box of chocolate under the counter. “none of your business.”

"yeah, right.” daeyeol snorts, taking the bouquet of flowers. “well, enjoy your date later. hope y/n likes the chocolates.”

jibeom sniffs. “you enjoy yours.” 

with that, daeyeol walks out to meet his partner. jibeom averts his eyes (it’s so weird seeing someone he thinks of as his older brother kissing or hugging something else, even if it’s sweet), but then the door opens again and a wide smile spreads across jibeom’s face when you walk into the shop. 

“your shift is over,” you announce, hopping on a nearby stool so you can lean your elbows on the counter. “time to go!”

“y/n, for the last time, i can’t just end my shift when i want to,” jibeom says. he’s still smiling, though - he knows you don’t mean it, knows that you’ll just hang around and bother him until his shift is actually over and the two of you can go to whatever reservation you made this year. 

you groan. “come on, that’s no fun.”

jibeom snorts. “here, maybe this will keep you busy.” he hands you the chocolate he bought early that morning from a dead-eyed jaehyun (thank god for the flowers his partner brought him at the start of his shift or he probably would’ve keeled over at that point). “happy valentine’s day.”

with a delighted screech, you tear into the box. jibeom watches in amusement. “i thought you didn’t like participating in the valentine’s day capitalist commercialization of love?” you ask, mouth full. 

“i don’t.” jibeom shrugs. “but if it’s for you...”

he doesn’t get to finish before you yank him down by the neck of his shirt to press a full kiss to his lips. “jibeom, i love you more than you can imagine,” you declare when you finally pull away. 

you look beautiful, lips slightly swollen, eyes sparkling. jibeom lifts the finished flower crown from behind the counter and puts it on your head. “there. perfect.”

“hm?” you look up, smiling when you realize what he’s given you. 

“you looked beautiful before,” jibeom explains. “but now you look even more perfect.”

“are you saying that because of your flower crown, i look nicer?” you frown in mock disapproval. “jibeom, that’s awfully egocentric.”

“well, am i wrong?”

your frown splits into a wide grin as you shake your head. “no, not at all.” you squeeze his hand. “anything from you makes me feel beautiful, no matter what it is.”

21. “for me?”

“don’t mind them, jibeom and his partner won’t suck face too much.” the worker rolls his eyes as he walks forward, leading joochan further into the store. “you said roses, right? red roses?”

“yeah.” joochan takes a deep breath, trying to stop himself from screaming internally. “red roses.”

but even as the worker - seungmin, his name tag says - leads him to a selection of deep red flowers, joochan’s starting to second guess himself. what if flowers come off too strong, roses no less? it’s only the first date - and by god, he’s lucky you even accepted, you’re the wittiest and most amazing person he’s ever come across, he never imagined you would actually say yes - and joochan has no idea what to do, how to act, least of all with flowers. 

dimly, joochan becomes aware of seungmin deftly tying the roses together before handing him the bouquet. “come up to the front, you’ll pay there.” he snorts. “hopefully jibeom and his partner aren’t being idiots.”

“i heard that!” comes an indignant shout from the front. despite his nerves, even joochan cracks a smile when seungmin forcefully elbows jibeom out from behind the counter, forcing his partner to stop him from falling over. “yeah you heard that, you think i would’ve said it if i didn’t want you to hear?” seungmin snaps, fingers flying on the register. “that’ll be -”

“joochan?!”

what.

what the fuck. 

joochan spins on his heel to see you standing not three feet away from him, a bouquet of flowers clasped in your own hands as someone else rings up your purchase. for a moment, you two only stare at each other. 

god, joochan wants to melt into the floor. 

“i -” you swallow. “sorry. hi, joochan.”

“hi,” he squeaks, fingers clutching roses in a vice grip. “uh... didn’t expect to see you here?”

“i wanted to get flowers for you,” you mumble, staring resolutely at the ground.

joochan’s brain makes the windows shutting down noise. “for - for me?”

“yeah.” you half-smile, laughing a little as you point at your bouquet. joochan wants to immortalize the sound of your laugh forever in his ears. “wait - here.”

suddenly, joochan has two bunches of roses in his hands and he doesn’t know what to do with either of them. your fingers brush his skin as you hand over the flowers. joochan can feel himself getting redder by the second as he finally figures out that he should also hand over his bouquet to you. 

seungmin’s voice stops him. “you still need to pay,” he says, eyes screwed almost shut with suppressed laughter. 

“oh - right. sorry.” joochan hands his card over, face flaming. seungmin swipes it, gives it back, and joochan finally passes his roses to you. 

for another two seconds, you two just stare, but then you smile (and joochan subsequently feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears, you’re too amazing to look at). “shall we?”

you’ve extended a hand. joochan looks at it dumbly, uncomprehending, but then he realizes you’re asking to hold his hand. gingerly he nods, pressing his palm into yours as an involuntary smile splits his face. “okay,” he breathes. “let’s go.”

25. “i love you.”

“that was... something.” you turn to seungmin, second-hand embarrassment written all over your face. understandable. even if seungmin found it funny, the awkward romantic tension in the air before joochan and his partner left was enough to make his insides curdle. of course, being a perfect worker, he didn’t show it, but...

“were we ever like that?” seungmin wonders aloud, tightening his apron.

jibeom snorts from where he’s taking off his own apron, finished with his shift. lucky bastard. “no, but you’re worse.” he pulls off the green smock, hanging it on a nail in the back. “you’ve been in love since you were like, five. disgustingly mushy.”

“you two suck face in the back whenever you have a spare moment,” you snap, throwing a small handful of discarded leaves at them. 

jibeom’s partner shrugs. “better than being overly romantic and making everyone want to puke on how adorable you two are.” they wave as jibeom drags them out of the shop and down the street. 

you sigh. “sucks that we got the full shift,” you mumble, slumping over the counter. “wish we were doing something better.”

“hey, we get to avoid the crowds tomorrow when we go for our late valentine’s day dinner.” seungmin sits next to you, pulling a bit of leaf out of your hair. “isn’t that better?”

“yeah.” you sit up, leaning against your elbow to smile at him. even after so many years together, the sparkle in your eyes still makes seungmin’s heart flutter. “kinda works out. i just don’t want to work.”

“lazy,” seungmin teases, kissing you briefly. 

despite the insult, you smile against his lips before pulling away. “asshole.”

“hey,” he whines. “an asshole wouldn’t do this, would they?” he picks up a discarded rose - still perfect, really, the stem just got snapped a little too short for a bouquet - and tucks it behind your ear. “would they?”

you laugh. “no, of course not.” you rise from your seat and glance from side to side. when nobody enters the shop, you wrap your arms around his neck. seungmin’s hands automatically loop your waist as you kiss him long, full, deep. 

“i love you,” you murmur against his lips. “i love you every day, regardless of whether or not it’s valentine’s day.”

“same here.” seungmin raises a hand, cups your cheek. you lean into his touch. “i love you too, y/n.”

3. “what, no roses?”

when sungyoon walks into the flower shop, a tray of coffee in hand, to see two of his friends locking lips just behind the counter, he only sighs. at least they aren’t trying to eat each other’s faces like some other couples he saw in the cafe today. and not much could be worse than that one time daeyeol forgot to hang a sock on the door before sungyoon got back home. 

seungmin and his partner of well over five years (they’re cute. disgustingly cute and so in love it makes sungyoon want to retch sometimes) break apart, thankfully, when he puts two cups of coffee on the counter. “enjoy,” he deadpans to a nonplussed seungmin and his equally unbothered partner. 

"oh, thanks.” seungmin takes one, draining half of it in one go. “oh my god, this is so good.”

“of course, it is, sungyoon made it.”

sungyoon nearly jumps. how is it that you always manage to sneak up on him? he can’t figure it out. but even though his heart is pounding, he turns around with a smile on his face to catch you when launch yourself into his arms for a hug. “hey, sungyoon,” you murmur into his skin.

“hey, yourself.” he smiles, pulling away to take you in. “you look beautiful.” as always. 

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you tease, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind your back, smiling widely. “for you.”

sungyoon smiles, taking the delicate stems between his hands. “what, no roses?”

“nope,” you reply, popping the p. “our shop ran out. and i’m not about to buy from my competitors.”

a scoff sounds as sungyoon laughs. you narrow your eyes at seungmin and his partner, who are both replying to your gaze with mock glares of their own. it actually used to be a real point of contention, the fact that sungyoon had started dating a worker at the rival florist a few streets away, but now it’s all fun and games.

tulips and carnations, pink and red, fragrant and delicate. sungyoon breathes in their scent before turning back to the counter to hand you one of the last two cups of coffee in the tray. “your favorite.”

“thanks.” you take a long sip before leaning in to kiss him with coffee-tasting lips. “ready to go?”

“absolutely.” he takes your hand, squeezing your palm gently. “come on. we’ve got a long evening planned, don’t we?”

11. “it’s so cold! why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?!”

bomin collapses on the floor as the music turns off for the last time that evening. “oh my god,” he gasps, staring at the ceiling. “y/n, i literally hate you.”

“not my fault you aren’t flexible enough,” you snip, effortlessly folding your legs as you sit down next to his prone figure. “now get up. i got you coffee from that place you like.”

in a flash, he’s sitting, making grabby hands for the cup between your fingers. “did sungyoon make it?” 

“yes.” you roll your eyes but hand him the coffee anyway, smiling. “sometimes i think you love him more than me, you know?”

“impossible.” bomin pouts at you over the cup. “i love you more than anything.”

“i know, i’m just teasing.” you stand, reach out a hand, and pull him up. “gross, you’re all sweaty.”

“i just danced for an entire hour and on our anniversary no less, valentine’s day, the most romantic day of the year -”

“yeah, yeah.” you nudge him with your shoulder as you two leave the studio. “you’re the one who told me to make sure you do your stretching exercises every day, right? valentine’s day is no exception. we did so much earlier in the day, too - you can’t say we didn’t have fun.” a smirk rises on your lips and you nudge him again. “besides, whose fault is it that our anniversary is on the cheesiest day of the year?”

bomin groans as the two of you walk out into cold air. “listen, daeyeol and everyone else was giving me extremely bad advice and i couldn’t wait and i just wanted it to be romantic, okay -”

“i know.” you pause in your step, reach up, and press a soft kiss on his lips. “i know, bomin. you’ve told me this before.”

“then don’t tease me,” he grumbles, dodging donghyun and youngtaek as they run, screaming about cold, into the dance studios where it’s warmer. “it’s so cold,” he continues grumbling, burrowing his head into his coat. “why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?”

a laugh sparkles from your lips, and against his grumpy will, bomin finds the corners of his mouth lifting at the sound. “can’t exactly control when a saint dies,” you reply, linking your arm with his. “and isn’t it kind of sweet? holding hands to keep each other warm?”

bomin sighs, allowing the smile to full spread across his face. “i guess,” he concedes, unlinking your arms so he can hold your hand in his. “still doesn’t mean i don’t want to get back to the dorms and cuddle you right now.”

“well, the faster you go, the faster we get back!” you fling his hand away, sprinting forward onto the path. “last one back is the bigger idiot!”

“hey!” bomin complains, trying to follow behind on legs still shaky from exercise. “hey, slow down!”

“hell no!” you yell. “running fast will get you warm!”

(bomin does catch up to you in the end, grabbing your hand just outside the dorm and spinning you around to press a laughing kiss against your lips. he’s warm, now, warm from the exercise, but he feels far warmer from the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.)

5. “30 roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

at first, donghyun doesn’t notice when you appear in the dance studio. you come in quietly, the noise of the door opening and closing overpowered by the music blasting from the speaker in the corner. he’s too focused on youngtaek and his partner, making sure every one of their movements is perfectly in sync. 

when the music fades, clapping sounds and donghyun turns to see you standing just inside the studio, smiling behind a large bouquet of roses. he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he bounds up to you and crushes you in a sweaty hug. “hi.”

“hello to you too, sweaty.” you push him away playfully. “don’t crush the roses!”

donghyun pouts but obediently wipes his face off on a towel youngtaek hands him. “you value the roses over me,” he whines. 

“not so.” you laugh. “i value the roses because they’re for you, and when i actually hand them over, i want them to still look nice.”

donghyun melts into the wooden studio floor. he really does. youngtaek takes advantage of his whipped™ moment and shoves him out the door with his belongings, leaving you to follow behind as fast as possible before you’re trapped in the studio. 

once outside, you take donghyun’s (now dry) hand. “flowers for donghyun,” you announce, pressing the bouquet into his other palm. “thirty roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

“old and alone?” donghyun stops in his tracks. “what about you?”

“oh shit.” you laugh. “i didn’t think about that. i’ll be there with you, of course. just us and our thirty cats. unless you get tired of me before then.”

you say it with a joking tone, but donghyun still pouts at your words. “i’m not going to get tired of you,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “never, y/n.”

a small, shy smile spreads across your lips and donghyun revels in the feeling of making you feel flustered on this lovely day. “all right, donghyun.” the smile grows wider. “i could never get tired of you either.”

he kisses your cheek, kisses the corner of your lips. you start whining for him to give you a real kiss and he laughs, dancing out of the way. “only if you promise not to say stuff like that anymore,” he bargains, dodging your lips. “promise!”

“i promise!” you trap him between your arms, leaning in close as your eyes sparkle. “i promise, donghyun.”

“okay,” he breathes, pulling you closer. “okay.”

against your lips, he smiles. 

2. “happy valentine’s day.”

music blasts in the background as you and youngtaek begin cleaning up your studio. even though you both are exhausted from hours of dancing, the music seems to work its way into your veins again as you pick up the last few things from the floor. twirling once or twice in time to the beat, you put them back in your bag before spinning, arms held out wide.

youngtaek catches you, pulling your hand as it flies out and dipping you down. his eyes crinkle as he smiles, face just inches away from yours. he braves the small chasm to kiss you briefly before holding you closer, losing himself in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. 

for a few blissful moments, you only stare, smiling into each other’s eyes. the pounding music fades, soon replaced with a slow, soft song. 

youngtaek breaks your silence. “hey, dance with me?”

you laugh. “we’ve been dancing for hours, youngtaek. you’re not tired already?”

he kisses you again. “never tired if i’m with you.”

with that, you twirl him around, giggling as he spins dramatically before wrapping his arms around your waist once more. you put your hands on his shoulders and sway slowly, gently, peacefully, as the music rolls around you in waves. 

youngtaek likes it like this, likes it peaceful and quiet and calm. for others, valentine’s day might be about big displays of love, over the top shows of romance, but even though those are nice every once in a while, it’s possible to show so much love in a soft look, a gentle touch, in the feeling of his head resting against your shoulder as you sway gently to the music. 

he doesn’t need roses, doesn’t need chocolates or jewelry to know that you love him and he loves you. he’ll treasure the handmade card you gave him this morning, just as you’ll listen to the song he composed you for weeks, months, and hopefully years. head tucked into your neck, he presses a soft kiss to the skin, smiling at the way you shiver slightly against him. 

“tired?” you murmur, running a hand through his hair. 

youngtaek’s eyes close in bliss. “not yet.” it’s not quite a lie, he still has strength in his legs, but he wants to stay in your embrace just a little longer. just a little.

“if you say so.” your fingers continue carding through his hair. “we can go whenever you want.”

“okay.” youngtaek’s smile widens. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, youngtaek.” you pull away slightly, kiss his forehead. “happy valentine’s day.”

[thepixelelf]

Golcha jibeom and the color hmmm dust pink! (If you allow for the dusty pink to have a few sparkles, then add the sparkles too)

first kiss drabble game

[the colour of timeless elegance] Sunlight filters into the ballroom from each west-facing window, bathing the dancers in a warm glow as they glide over the polished floor. Your clothes shimmer in the rays, a beautiful, rosy colour that Jibeom would not be able to take his eyes off of if only he weren't enamoured with you, and the way your lips call to him.

The way his lips yearn to answer.

"I wish this song could last forever," you muse as you dance. "It's so beautiful."

"Yes," he says, absentmindedly.

The steps come easily to you, now, after hours of practising that you only agreed to because Jibeom asked. It wasn't usual, for a royal tutor to dance at a prince's birthday ball, but he'd convinced you.

While we still can, he'd said. Please, dance with me.

Jibeom tries to pulls you close, just as the dance requires, but you tense the muscles in your arms, keeping distance.

"Your father has already chosen eligible suitors," you say, refusing to meet his eyes. "You are to meet them tomorrow."

"Please do not speak of that. Not here, now. When I am with you."

You take a breath, and Jibeom simply wants to hold you closer. There are eyes everywhere.

"I wish we had more time, Your Highness," you admit. "I am afraid, however, that I have overstayed my welcome."

Jibeom takes your hand and presses it flat over his chest. "You know that isn't true."

"You are to marry within the year."

The sentence, from you, over the many times he's heard his parents; the king; the queen, say it, sounds final.

"Unless I show them," he pleads of you, desperately.

You sigh. "Show them what, Your Highness?"

"That there is already someone I love."

You falter in your step, a flash of the clumsy tutor he fell in love with yet never had the courage to pursue. Until now.

He pulls you close, and your arms go slack as you let him. His lips slot over yours, and he closes his eyes to the outside world, to the gasps from the nobles surrounding you both, to the idea that anything or anyone could keep him from loving you. He kisses you with everything he meant to say since falling for you.

You return the kiss, desperately and unapologetically, and he falls all over again.

[fictitiouswhore]

golden child reaction to you being a virgin juseyo

Daeyeol: HARDCORE teases you. But once you actually get to IT he is super careful and sweet but he doesn’t mean to hurt your feeling and if he does he’ll act cute and dance for you

Y: He adored you already but after hearing that you’re a virgin he’s LITERALLY taking care of you and won’t let anything or anyone hurt you (sorry sungyoon as a boyfriend is coming soon bc he makes my heart melt) he’ll take his time and wait for you to be ready and will forever treat you like a princess (I’m in love)

Jangjun: Y’all were probably playing never have a i ever and when you said “had sex” LORD HIS LOUD ASS WONT LET YOU LIVE IT DOWN he will tease you for it but if it makes you upset he’ll stop and apologize immediately then do something weird to make you feel better.

Youngtaek: He honestly has no opinion on it when you’re ready you’re ready he’s not gonna change how he perceives you like you’re his person that’s that.

Seungmin: I personally don’t think he has much experience either so y’all would just take it slow but he’d be gentle and understanding throughout the whole thing

Donghyun: This cutie much like Tag he doesn’t really care like he’s not gonna rush you into anything and he’s just gonna vibe with you until you’re ready because he loves you regardless

Jaehyun: Fluff ball over here would just baby tf outta you even more than he already does and reassures you that it’s okay if you aren’t ready yet he’s not going anywhere

Joochan: He’s new to this too so you’re just figuring it out together and getting to know eachother slowly

Jibeom: Jibeom is just confused all the time so he’s not rushing into anything he’s ready whenever you are but he’s a mess so it’s just gonna be awkward for both of you (I swear I love him)

Bomin: (my precious baby) He’s most likely not all that experienced so he’s gonna wait for you to be ready and panic when the time comes but he’s the sweetest when you tell him like he’s gonna hit you with a big ole Bomin smile and hug you because you shouldn’t be nervous to tell him! (he’s my bias and I love his smile)

[golchahrs]

[10:03 am] boredly clicking his pen, jibeom glanced over to you, who is sitting next to him and is trying to pay attention to the lecture. he kinda didn't realize he ended up staring until you shifted and noticed his gaze on you.

what, you mouthed, taking in his appearance: head tucked into his arm as he laid sideways to stare at you.

he shrugged and just took in your appearance.

you're pretty, he nonchalantly mouthed back.

[eternallyhyucks]

10:35pm | kim jibeom

pairing: bf! jibeom x fem! reader

word count: 535

genre/warnings: fluff, clingy jibeom + one swear word & mentions of food

summary: in which you continue writing your essay, but jibeom just wants hugs :(

𖤐 ྀ

it was past 10pm and jibeom had been watching you write this essay for the past 3 hours, but you still werent done.

“y/n, y/n, y/n” he calls

“hm?” you hum

“are you done yet?”

“nope, not even close” you sigh

“youve been writing for 3 hours, y/n, take a break” he said worriedly

“well you see, jibeom, i would love to, i really would. BUT i have 750 words out of the 2000 i need to write so unfortunately, i cant”

“okay well, when is this due”

“um......... in 2 days🤣”

“y/n ????”

“LOOK I KNOW I SAID I WOULDNT PROCRASTINATE THIS TIME BUT IT JUST HAPPENED OKAY” you say hurriedly, trying to defend yourself

“i mean you still have 2 more days, u can take a break now right ?” he said hopefully

“jibeom i am trying to be a productive student for once, why are u acting as the devil on my shoulder”

“PLEASE I JUST WANT HUGS :(“ he said with his doe eyes that you loved so much

frowning you say, “give me 2 hours okay?”

“TWO ???? Y/N I JUST WAITED THREE HOURS AFTER YOU SAID ONE HOUR”

“IM SORRY OKAY THIS TIME I MEAN TWO”

defeated once again, jibeom left the room, but came back 10 minutes later and sat in the vacant chair next to his girlfriend with his head rested on her shoulder.

“y/n?”

“yes jibeom”

“please take a break”

“jibeom, i said two hours and it’s literally been 10 minutes” you say taking your eyes off of your screen to look him in the eyes

“i know but im bored” he said

“just go bother jaehyun like you usually do”

“but hes out right now”

“jibeom please” you beg

“sorry” he says sadly and walks out of the room

you felt bad for repeatedly neglecting him today, but in order to spend time with him later, you had to finish this essay now

two hours later, it was 12:30am and jibeom walked back into the room ready to pry y/n out of her chair. “y/n it’s been 2 hours and u only have 100 more words than you did 2 hours ago, you arent getting anything else today, come on”

“jibeom give me like 10 more minutes!! please!!”

“NO. this isnt even ab hugs anymore, you are becoming a workaholic that doesnt actually complete anything”

“okay there was no need for the attack, but TEN minutes and ill get up”

“no”

“yes”

“no”

“yes”

the two argued for another 5 minutes longer, but jibeom was tired of bickering with y/n so instead of arguing back he gave her a peck on the lips to shut her up.

“please just shut up and come get food with me y/n”

“well shit i cant say no to food, you should asked earlier damn”

“you say yes to food, but not your loving boyfriend ??”

“my loving boyfriend is buying this food for his tired girlfriend though right😊” you say half jokingly

“of course i am, BUT you have to promise that after we come back home, you wont go back to ignoring me and writing your essay. agreed?”

“agreed” you say laughing at how clingy he got

©eternallyhyucks

[overdhse]

masterlist

scenarios

Son Youngtaek - “Does this mean what I think it means?” + “I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?” | fluff

Lee Daeyeol - “Come home.” + “I haven’t seen you in months.” + “Do you miss me?”  | angst

Kim Jibeom - “Am I the reason why you cry every night?” | angst to fluff

Lee Jangjun - “How do I make you love me again?” + “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.” + “I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.” | fluff

reactions

“Another nightmare?” | fluff + angst

“Which part of me isn’t enough?” | fluff

First kiss with s/o | fluff

most to least

Likely to get jealous