#he just looks so fluff and boyfriend in this mv and I want to die

[earthtooz]

x : LOVIN' YOU RIGHT :*+ﾟ all of me i'm offering, show you what devotion is !

in which: reo keeps chasing after you because the one thing he knows how to do is love you right.

warnings: 2.2k words, FLUFF, gn!reader, reo is an athlete, post-argument fic inspired by jungkook's 'seven' mv, mentions of food, pet names used by reader and reo, reo is a little bit of a flirt and a lot in love and pathetic bc that's how we like our men!

a/n: I LOVE REO

“what are you doing here?” 

reo looks at the direction of your voice, eyes widening in surprise upon seeing you. there are grocery bags in your hands, you’re wearing the sweater you always wear when running errands, and you’re looking at him like he’s a fly that’s invaded your home, annoyance and exasperation seeping right off you. despite it, his heart flutters alive and reo feels like he can finally breathe after the few days you spent ignoring him. 

“y/n!” he exclaims, a smile making its way onto his face. “hi baby, i’ve missed you!”

just as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, you swerve aside smoothly, causing the purple-haired’s smile to drop.

“y/n? what was that for?” you don’t answer him, instead slipping past his figure to stand in front of your door, perhaps pressing a little too close for it to be normal, but reo keeps quiet about it. “at least let me help you with your groceries, you can’t unlock a door with both hands-”

“don’t.” you command, struggling with getting your keys out. “why are you here?” 

“wh-what do you mean? i haven’t seen you in three days and i missed you so i came to visit,” he pouts. “did you not miss me?” 

your eye twitches. “i’m still mad at you,” you finally unlock your door, pushing it open and closing it before reo could come in. 

however, that plan is much easier said than done because your boyfriend has better reflexes and is considerably faster than you, so he jams his shoe in between the doorway before you could close it. he makes no move to push it open though. 

“i’m sorry!” he calls out guiltily and he hopes his words reach you through the thin space. “you know i am, i didn’t mean to upset you, and i came to talk it out and make it up to you!”

you peek through the gap, looking reo in the eye. “as much as i appreciate your apology reo, there’s no point in letting you in, i need to go run some errands soon so why don’t you leave and come back later when we can talk.”

“then can i come with you?”

“why? you’re just going to be bored following me around.”

“i’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you allowed me.” 

the silence is deafening, utterly suffocating as reo awaits for a response. he has never wanted to kick down a door so badly in his life because if you spend another millisecond not speaking to him then he might lose his mind, he’d rather die than have you shut him out. 

thankfully, you open up the gap just a little more, allowing him to see more of you, but you don’t meet his eye, looking to the side bashfully instead. “fine, but i’m still mad at you, so don’t get any ideas.”

heaven is on his side, reo decides as he fails miserably at hiding his smile.

“you wait outside though, i’ll be out in a bit.”

“wait, can’t i help you put your groceries away?”

“you don’t even know how to do it properly.”

“i’ll learn for you.”

“another time.”

reo retracts his foot and you close the door with a gentle click, the sight of you being replaced with a wooden plank souring his mood significantly. better than you slamming the door in his face, he supposes, but nevertheless, the purple-haired sighs, moping in front of your door like it was his birthright. 

he only broods for a few minutes maximum because soon enough, he’s reunited with you, trailing behind you like a second shadow as you both make your way through your neighbourhood. the excitement that reo feels practically tangible, leaving a trail of undying devotion, powered by the love he feels for you.

the walk is quiet, filled by sounds of passing cars, birds chirping, and people strolling by that stare a little too long at the purple-haired, either subtly admiring him or wondering why he seemed so familiar. you’re acutely aware of the stares and how strange the sight must be to them. world-class soccer player and multimillionaire trailing behind a nobody as if it was just another day, how unfathomable. 

you wonder if reo gets tired of it.

“what are you doing today?” your boyfriend asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“i need to drop by the bank first of all, then i have some things to return, and then i need to buy some new headphones because mine broke.”

“oh, good to know!”

“reo, i swear, don’t even get the idea about paying for any of it. use your credit card today and i will personally-”

“-okay, okay!” he jokes, defensively putting up his hands. “i won’t.”

“promise?”

“promise.”

you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion, very clearly not believing him before continuing your journey. you know your boyfriend better than anyone and if it’s one thing he’s stubborn with, it’s never letting you pay, but you’re determined and reo is plotting the many ways to break his promise. 

the first method is dropped in front of him like a divine gift, which took shape through a flower stall in front of the mall you planned on going to. reo is a man of taking his chances whenever he sees it. grabbing your hand to stop you from walking any further, reo doesn’t explain his intentions as he wordlessly drags you to the quaint store that had set itself up. 

“reo, no-”

“-this one, please,” reo demands as he hands the bouquet of his choice to the store owner, keeping you in a tight grip before you could run away. 

“reo!”

“that’ll be 7700 yen.”

“that’s too much! reo, stop it! i told you you couldn’t use your credit card today!”

from his pocket, reo fishes out a crisp ‘10000’ bill, dropping it on the platter for cash before speed walking away with the bouquet. “thank you very much, no need for change!”

the protests of the store attendant fades in the background and reo turns to you with a boyish smile, pushing the bouquet into your arms as if you hadn’t witnessed everything that just happened. 

“reo,” you murmur, resolve crumbling as the beautiful arrangement shines up at you and it doesn’t help that your (very charming) boyfriend is looking at you with a pleading look in his eyes, practically begging for you to accept. “i told you not to buy anything-”

“-with my card! you never said anything about cash.” 

“that’s not the point- oh my goodness,” you pinch the bridge of your nose whilst shaking your head, but you quickly admit defeat when a small giggle slips through your lips. 

glancing back up at him, there’s scorn in your eyes but it’s easily contrasted by the gentle smile that dances along your lips. reo feels a warmth spread in his chest, as if he had swallowed the sun and made itself home beside his heart, the same one that begins to race at the sight of you laughing. he is so pathetically devoted to you that it makes him stupid, but he’d buy all the flowers in the world if it will make you smile at him like this. 

“you’re so silly, reo,” taking the bouquet from his relaxed grip, you hug it close to your chest. “thank you though, i love them.”

“i love you,” slips past his lips before he can think.

“ever the smoothtalker, aren’t you?”

you walk away without another word, causing reo to chase after you. “wait, why aren’t you saying it back?”

“still mad.”

reo shuts his mouth, complaints dying on his tongue as he continues following you through the mall. slowly but surely, you make your way through your list of things to do, with the world-class athlete silently losing his mind more and more with each second that you weren’t giving him attention. he needs to plot more ways that would break your resolve, and fast.

his opportunity comes up when the two of you pass by a bakery that catches your eye, your gaze to lingering a little too long on the display of baked goods for reo not to notice. without a second thought, he drags you in with him, your immediate complaints falling on deaf ears. 

“i don’t want anything!” you hiss, trying to keep loyal your stubbornness despite the enchanting smell of baked goods wafting through the air.

“too bad, either you tell me what you want or i’m buying out the whole store,” reo promises, eyes alight with determination.

“i want to go home.”

“aren’t you hungry?”

“there’s food at home, i don’t want to waste any unnecessary money.” 

“it’s not wasting if it’s spent on you, though,” he reasons before ordering the baked goods that he knows you will like, and once again, paying for it with cash. 

“if you’re trying to get me to forgive you by spending your money then forget it,” you mutter, ripping your hand out of his grasp before walking out of the store.

“y/n-” reo begins, cutting himself off as he waits impatiently for his order to get finished packing; not that it takes long before he leaves the store with a branded paper bag in hand, filled with perhaps multiple boxes of baked goods as dashes out to the entrance, prepared to chase after you.

except he doesn’t need to, because you’re standing outside patiently waiting for him, the bouquet of flowers still snug in your arms. its beauty could never compare to yours, reo thinks offhandedly as he approaches you like a magnet. 

“i thought me walking out would deter you,” you murmur, eyeing the bag in his hand. “should’ve known that it wouldn’t work.” 

reo grins, partly out of adoration, mostly because he’s just glad you didn’t actually leave him behind, not that you ever would or could do such a thing. 

“you treat me too well, don’t you think?” you hug the flowers closer to your chest. 

“what? where did that come from?” 

you shrug, not meeting his eyes. “i don’t know, you’re just too good for me sometimes. aren’t you tired?”

a crack resonates through his heart, causing a few pieces to crumble and shatter on the ground. “how could you ever think that?” he says in a panic. “do i need to give you more flowers? i need to call to make you an arrangement soon, i’m so inconsiderate! we can go out next week, i’ll clear my sche-”

two hands are placed of either side of his face and the words die on reo’s tongue. you look at him with a look of fondness that almost makes him cry and fall to his knees. “-i’m sorry, i don’t know where that came from. i just think i got really lucky having someone like you in my life.” 

reo wants to say that its reverse, that he’s the one who landed in a pot of fortune and came out with someone as kind and beautiful as you, but he’ll find the words some other day because he wants to kiss you, badly. 

finally, you say, “thank you love, i appreciate your gifts.” 

he beams and falls harder in love than he already was.

by the time the two of you arrive at your apartment, the sun is beginning to dip belong the horizon and you hold a lot more goods than anticipated, your boyfriend being the one to blame for most of them.

“are you gonna call someone to drive you home?” you ask, stopping in front of your door.

reo frowns, “i guess i could do that.” 

he makes no move for his phone and his pout is a strong indication of what he truly wants. you’ve always been good at reading reo but you’ve never been good at resisting his wishes, so it’s with a faked sigh that you give in.

“fine,” you hold out your hand for him to take and he very happily complies, beaming with a hope so bright that it blinds you. “want to stay the night?”

he almost drops to one knee but doesn’t get the time to because you’re unlocking your door. this time, you’re leaving it open and reo storms in like its his birth right (which it could be. he thinks he was put on this earth to love you and being welcomed in to your apartment might as well be another declaration of love.)

its refreshing to be in your space once more, to bathe in your presence and be welcomed in instead of shut out. as much as you may scorn him, reo’s only place in the universe is beside you, and he’ll take whatever you give so long as it’s you he gets to see at the end of the day.

“reo!” you call out from the kitchen, disrupting his thoughts. “should we have some of those cakes you bought earlier?”

“yeah, i’m coming!” shouts reo, happy, content, and grateful that you will let him love you, because he’s the only one that could do it right.

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[soybeantree]

60 Days of Cross Gene

5/60

[that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick]

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.6k

Fake dating, love at first sight, and all that. The basic fluff palate.

A/N: I had no idea what the lyrics to "Hello Stranger" by Stray Kids were until after I wrote the fic, but the title and vibe made me daydream this whole idea up in the car. You're welcome. (Totally would recommend the official MV too, it just doesn't have English subs)

Another day, another heckling. And this time it had to be on a public subway, apparently.

"All I'm saying is, if you're so rich, why do you have to conveniently forget your credit card every single time we all go out for lunch?" Edward narrowed his eyes at Ling.

"Why bring it when I don't expect to be going out to eat?" Ling said airily. "And you're always so generous when it happens unexpectedly."

Edward grunted. "That's an absolute load of bull and you know it. You can't say that you 'just forgot' to bring money because you 'didn't expect it' when I text the group chat 'Who wants to go out for lunch tomorrow?' and you say 'Ooh! Ooh! Me!'" he squealed in a poor imitation of his friend.

"Your girlfriend would love you for it, you know—paying for dates," Ling continued, ignoring Ed's accusations. He gasped. "Oh, that's right! You don't have a girlfriend! Perhaps if you weren't so quarrelsome, you could manage to win the heart of a lady."

"Who are you calling so puny that he's gonna die alone and have weeds all over his grave that no one will bother to pull?" Ed screeched.

Russell finally spoke up from his seat at the end of the row. "Ed, he didn't say anything about your height. He may be a cheapskate, but he didn't make a dig at your height. For once."

"Yeah, that's right! No fair changing the subject, Ling. This discussion was about how you're a little rich boy who always makes his friends pay for his own food," Ed huffed.

"Why quibble over such a minor expense? How expensive could a burger be? Twenty dollars?" The other two boys gaped at Ling, but he only kept going. "Besides, I'm far more interested in the current topic. Edward, you know I care for you deeply—"

"Fat chance."

"—but with your disposition, I doubt you could get a girlfriend if you tried!"

"Now, you wait just a second! You don't know squat about my love life! In fact, I could—"

Out of nowhere, a blonde girl knelt on the seat next to Ed's and slipped an arm around his shoulders.

"Hello, stranger." She winked. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming this way today? I know you're shy about our relationship, but you could have just told them, you know. You don't have to give into their teasing just for me, Eddie-boo."

All three boys gawked at her—Russell and Ling because of the fact that Ed actually had a girlfriend and Ed because of the fact that he didn't. Except now he had to pretend that this strange, hot blonde girl was his girlfriend.

So he choked. Then he recovered just enough to say, "Babe, no. I was just about to tell them. These pea-brains," he glared at them, "barely let me get a word in edgewise. Please believe me, babe."

"Of course I believe you, pretty boy." Her gaze made all coherent thoughts fly from his head. "But even if they are pea-brains, I should probably introduce myself." She tapped his nose. The buzzing feeling lingered long after the tip of her finger left it. "I'm Winry." She beamed at the other two boys. Ed's stomach twisted. He wasn't jealous, was he? He probably just ate something bad at lunch. Maybe Ling slipped something in his burger…

Ling grinned wickedly. "Lovely to meet you, Winry. How did you two meet? It must have been quite a job getting this one to agree to go out with you, what with his charming personality and all."

"Hm, how did we meet, babe? It all happened very gradually—knowing each other's faces, then knowing each other's names, then small talk here and there. Then before you know it, we were having deeper conversations as close friends, and then suddenly, we were dating! He's a real softie once you get him to open up," she said, ruffling his bangs.

"Winry!" He cleared his throat. "Babe, you don't have to tell them everything."

"Oh, man!" Russell guffawed, wiping away a tear. "This girl must have you whipped, Ed."

"Something like that," Ed muttered.

Suddenly, the train lurched and threw Winry forward, her arm around Ed's shoulders directing her course straight for his lap. They stared at each other in panic for a few moments. Then Winry laughed nervously. "Looks like I fell for you, huh, babe?"

Edward slapped his forehead. "Really? Fell for me? That's so terrible, I might break up with you just for that."

"Nah, you like me too much," Winry said, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Edward's face turned a violent shade of red. Pretty girl. Flirting. At him. Dream. It was a dream. Dreams don't have lips with that much detail. Can't look at friends. They'll laugh. Different topic. Periodic table. Periodic tables are simple. Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium…

"Like I said," Russell smirked. "Whipped."

The subway car lurched again as the intercom announced their arrival at the stop, and Ed's arms flew to keep Winry from being thrown again. Just as quickly as he had held her close, he loosened his grip. For a moment, her eyes widened and a faint blush rose on her cheeks. She shifted on his lap.

"This is my stop. Nice meeting you guys!" Winry leaned in to whisper into Ed's ear. "I probably caused you more trouble than I solved. I'm so sorry." She offered him a half smile and slid off his lap.

His legs somehow felt bare without her weight, his arms cold without her warmth. How could he just let her walk away? But how could he just stalk a stranger? Fortunately, all intelligent thought had left him long ago.

"See you guys later! Better priorities have come up than messing around with you losers!"

Edward heard silence, then laughter behind him, but he kept his eyes forward as he followed Winry out into the station. Crap, what had he gotten himself into? He was such an idiot. His idiot mouth and his idiot legs had been faster than his idiot brain and he was about to be in big, big trouble with this really beautiful, really nice stranger. The doors closed behind them.

"Look, I'm really, really sorry. I don't know what got into me. I don't know why I went along with it. I don't just do this sort of thing, it just happened. If there's—" Winry cut Ed off.

"You went along with it because I started it. What were you supposed to do? If anything, it's my fault for putting you in an awkward position. It was gutsy and presumptuous and I should have just let your conversation happen. I don't exactly go around pretending to be random people's girlfriends either. Some weird gut reaction in me just...did it. I...I don't even know what to say for myself. I made you lie to your friends and now you're going to have to tell them that and...I'm. I'm so sorry." She raked her hand into her ponytail and avoided his gaze.

"Can we consider ourselves forgiven, then?"

She met his eyes with a slight laugh. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Good, so...um…are you actually single?" He sighed and mumbled, "man, I don't normally do this," and continued, "Because I'd love to take you out for real if you are." His pulse thundered through every blood vessel in his body while she opened and closed her mouth and blushed. It would be cute if his entire being wasn't vibrating waiting for her response.

"Y–yeah," she breathed.

"Gah," Ed rubbed the back of his neck. "Of course you're not single, why would you be? I mean, look at you—"

"No! No. I'm. I'm not single. I mean! I'm not in a—I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh."

"I'd...I'd love to go out with you, Edward."

"Wow," he finally managed.

"What?" Winry smiled at him in confusion.

"I really scored big today and I don't even know how." He grinned crookedly. "Was something about my complete lack of competent speech attractive or something? Nobody just agrees to going on a date with a complete stranger. Your name is actually Winry, right?"

She laughed. "Yes, my name is actually Winry. I didn't really have a lot of time to come up with a fake name or anything. As for going out with a complete stranger… I don't know. I just know I can trust you. I figure, why not go for it? And, um. I wasn't entirely joking when I called you 'pretty boy.'" She bit her lip and smiled at her shoes.

Ed's mind blanked for what seemed the billionth time that day. "You're the—you're the pretty one!" he squawked.

"Well, then...if I'm the pretty one, can I be the one to ask you for your number?"

"What?" He wasn't sure whether he'd been shaken out of his mental fog or pushed further into it. "I mean, yes! Um, here it is." He fumbled with his phone and showed her his contact information.

"Thanks." She smiled with all the light the universe could give her. "I'll...see you soon then?"

"Are you busy right now?" Ed blurted out. "Or is taking you out to dinner too soon?"

"Oh! No, not at all. I'm kind of craving Chinese takeout, actually, if that's okay."

"Yeah. Yeah, it's totally okay. Just. One thing." Winry raised her eyebrows in accession. "Never call me 'Eddie-boo' again."

[haechanplsacceptmylove]

Fluffy Pancakes

Boyfriend!Haechan, fluff, crack

A/N it's literally my first time writing a fluff i hope it doesn't flip 🥺

"Hii!" you say to Jaehyun who opened the dorm's door for you "Haechan is in his room" Jaehyun welcomes you and smiles, you nod and walk towards your boyfriends room greeting the members you saw on your way there. You open the door revealing your boyfriend in shorts and a t-shirt on his gaming chair playing fortnite and talking to whoever he's playing with through the headphones 'probably Renjun' you thought. You

You walked towards him slowly and covered his eyes with your hands, Haechan pushed your hand away ready to fight whoever was behind him "WHAT THE FU- Y/N!!" Haechan smiled and hugged you "I missed you!!" he said as he ruffled his hair in the crook of your neck making you giggle "i missed you too". Haechan looked at you with a frown "you still made me lose the game!!" you smirked "you suck at playing anyway" he was about to tickle you but you were fast enough to get out of his grip and run towards the kitchen, he soon followed you after shutting down his computer and ending the call with Renjun who was mad because everyone was blaming him and haechan for losing the game.

"so what are we going to do" Heachan asks you as he came and held your waist, you look at him frustrated "you're one who invited me here!!" he giggles again and pecks your cheek and puts all the ingredients on the counter in front of you "today on the menu fluffy pancakes!" he shows you his innocent smile and your heart warms. Earlier today your boyfriend invited you to his dorm to make Fluffy Pancakes together to spend sometime together before he goes on a trip with his members to film their new mv. " can you cook? "you looked at Haechan raising your eyebrow "why? do you want to blame me if you burn the kitchen?" you hit his arm "YA IM NOT THAT BAD COOK!! I'll show you" you both giggle and start mixing the ingredients. Then you put the pan and wait for it to heat while you both throw jokes at each other. "are you sure it will become fluffy? it looks like it's waiting for someone to announce it's death time" Haechan says looking at the supposed to be fluffy and coherent dough melting on the hot pan, you hit his arm trying to hide your visible frustration "You didn't put enough flour!!" you yelled at him, "YA I FOLLOWED YOUR INSTRUCTIONS!" he yelled back at you. "you both just surrender already!" you hear Yuta screaming from the living room. You huff and look at haechan who was smirking at you "you can't cook can you" you throw flour at his face, before you could laugh at him you feel flour on your face too "YA HAECH-" you got interrupted as Haechan throws water at you now flour and water mixing and becoming sticky on your hair "YA HAECHAN YOU BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE" you take two eggs in your both hands and run after Haechan who's unlucky enough to slip on the water he threw earlier on you and falls on the floor "OMMMAAAAAA!" he yells in pain feeling his tailbone go numb "HA KARMA BITCH" you laugh at your boyfriend who's now fake crying and you run towards him but soon enough you're on the floor next to him eggs broken on your legs and you hissing in pain feeling your tailbone go numb too "yeah, karma's the bitch" Haechan laughs at you still in pain. While you both just giggle and laugh at each other you didn't notice as Johnny entered the kitchen "yo what's this smell- WHAT HAPPENED HERE WHAT'S THIS MESS" you both look at him and then look at the messed up kitchen and the pan.. On fire "TAEY-" "Nono hyung please don't call Taeyong ill clean everything I DON'T WANT TO BECOME HOMELESS" you looked at him and whispered "you know i live alone" he looked at you and whispered "if i live with you I'll die of hunger or I'll burn! " you huffed. Haechan tried to get up but he slipped on the eggs that were now on the floor and fell back on his knees "ha karma" you whispered laughing at him. Finally Johnny agreed to keep it a secret and not tell Taeyong "okay now clean this mess before-" "Johnny where were yo- EXCUSE ME WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO MY BEAUTIFUL CLEAN PRECIOUS AMAZING POOR KITCHEN" Taeyong who was looking for Johnny, found you three in the kitchen, more like awfully messed up kitchen, he looked at you both with fire in his eyes, "i-i can explain" Haechan looked at Taeyong trying to calm him while you were thinking how you can blame Haechan "you two now get up and clean this kitchen AND YOU HAVE 20 MINUTES OR YOU BOTH WILL END UP IN ORPHANAGE" Taeyong said holding his head dramatically. You both got up trying your best to not slip but you both ended up failing as usual. Guess it took you both more than 20 minutes to finish cleaning.

After that incident you both weren't allowed to even think about entering the kitchen again.

I don't think this was a fluff but ohwell

[minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong]

Privacy - A Yoongi One Shot

Request: heyo! idk if your requests are open but i really loved the way you wrote sweet tooth and i was hoping to request a yoongi x male idol reader. maybe they’re like out in the store or something when a fan recognizes them? something like that? i really love your writing it’s so good 😊

Description: You and Yoongi have a very warm relationship. But unfortunately, they’re forced by circumstance to keep it a secret. Outings together, dates, even trips to the grocery store mean face masks and thick jackets. But what happens when the two of you get caught where you least expect it?

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Yoongi x (male) reader

Genre: Fluff, just straight fluff and a little angst if you squint

Warnings: None!

A/N: Hey guys! This request was so fun to complete, holy cow. Honestly, I loved this prompt and it was a really natural scenario. I liked it! I hope you guys enjoy it too. Ah, and a quick note: my requests are actually super closed! Haha, they have been for a few months, but I’ve been getting a few in my inbox. The ones I’ve received up until now, I’ll definitely complete within the next few weeks, but I’m not taking any more requests for the time being! Thank you for your patience and understanding! Love you guys~

- Mercury

It hadn’t been long since you and Yoongi started seeing each other. Just shy of five months. For normal people, that was plenty long enough to get serious. But not quite for you. Couples in the industry weren’t nearly as rare as the media thought, but nonetheless a same-sex couple was big news around your contemporaries. Nobody particularly minded, of course. Yoongi had said on numerous occasions that gender was never an issue in love, and you’d been rather vocal about your crush on him during interviews. Once word got around to your fellow idols, you’d received an outpouring of support.

But with it, came an outpouring of warnings.

You could still distinctly remember that text from Jackson.

Hey! Congratulations on your relationship! I always knew you guys had a thing for each other lol. A word of advice though, from a veteran…don’t let the fans know. Not everyone is as accepting as we are.

Of course, you understood his point. Not only was your group rather new, but you were only just gaining momentum with the public. Each new MV marked a significant increase in fans. Every comeback saw more faces in the audience, more people cheering for and supporting you.

Perhaps if you were a solo artist you’d have come out properly. Perhaps you would have held Yoongi’s hand proudly as you strolled through the grocery store, no masks, no baseball caps, no oversized clothes, no eyes scanning like surveillance cameras, ready to run at the slightest hint of movement. Perhaps you’d post all those couple pictures you had stored on your phone: you and Yoongi on a beach in Jeju, soaking in the sunlight, Yoongi sleeping on your lap, lashes dusting the apples of his cheeks, Yoongi silhouetted against the lavender sky. Perhaps you’d add a mushy caption, in both Korean and English like those trendy idols did.

But you didn’t have only yourself to worry about. Your group mates, four of the kindest and most hardworking boys you’d ever met, were relying on you too. And one public slip-up could be catastrophic for such a young group. Hadn’t you learned from what happened to E’Dawn and Pentagon? Hadn’t that served as a cautionary tale?

Nonetheless, as you held his hand and he read the back label of a cereal box, you couldn’t help the urge to just…scream it. Take the microphone from one of the cashiers and announce it over the PA system.

“I love Min Yoongi!” you’d shout, alarming middle-aged mothers and startling children as they chased one another through the candy aisle. “I love him and we’re dating!”

But instead you simply smiled and held his hand, your whole body warm beside him. Gently, you leaned into his side and he hummed a little. “What is it?” he asked, voice muffled through the mask.

You shook your head and sighed, resting your head against his shoulder. “Nothing, really.”

“Not nothing,” replied Yoongi, turning to face you seriously, your fingers still laced. His heavy brow was lowered and he watched you with what you were certain was a pout on his lips. “You’re thinking about something.”

You opened your mouth to protest before shutting it with a sigh and rolling the tip of your shoe into the linoleum, trying to find the words. “I’m just…thinking about us.”

“Us?” he asked, then pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t make a face like that when you think about us.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Not like that, dork,” you said, shoving the side of his head lightly and dislodging his baseball cap. Instead of picking it up, he simply stared down at you, now exposed in the middle of the grocery store. “I mean…aren’t you sick of hiding?” you asked.

He blinked at you for a moment, his brow furrowing. “We aren’t hiding,” he said, gesturing around the aisle with his free hand. “We’re out in public.”

You sighed and tugged on the top of his face mask with your finger. “What’s this then?” you asked, quirking a brow.

“It’s…a precaution,” he said, then shook his head and pulled you flush against his side, watching the rows of cereal like they held the answers. He always did that. Avoiding your eyes when he was about to say something soft. “I don’t want to put our careers in danger.”

You were quiet a moment. You’d had this conversation more times than you could count and the result was always the same. An impasse. You loved your fans, but you couldn’t quite trust them to have a good reaction. You loved each other, but you couldn’t risk your livelihood. Nothing every added up just right.

“E-excuse me?” called a small voice from beside Yoongi.

You peered out across his chest and locked eyes with a young girl, probably around middle-school age, with big brown eyes and cheeks flushed with rose. “Yes?” asked Yoongi quietly.

The girl held in her hand the black baseball cap Yoongi had dropped, her small hands clasped around the bill. She smiled gently. “Is this yours?” she asked.

Yoongi released your shoulders and bent down to retrieve his cap. You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded. “Yes,” he said, placing the hat back on his head. “Thank you for grabbing it.”

She beamed at Yoongi with the fondness of a fan and cleared her throat a little. “Um…I know this is weird, but…are you Min Yoongi?” she asked.

Yoongi’s back went rigid and he spared a look at you. Your eyes were wide and your heart was kicking up in speed with worry. If this girl knew Yoongi, she might say something about him grocery shopping with a guy. She might have even saw the two of you embracing. But…why did she look so happy?

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck and nodded his head slowly. “Yeah…,” he said, his voice revealing his worry.

The girl clapped her hands and grinned. “I knew it!”

She laughed a little and glanced over her shoulder down the aisle. Only then did you notice another, slightly older girl lingering at the end cap by the bread. She stiffened when she noticed you staring and you thought she might run.

“Hyejin!” called the younger girl, waving her hand excitedly. “I told you! It’s Yoongi and Y/N!”

Yoongi jumped a little and turned to stare at you with round eyes. “U-uh-,” you began, but before you could say anything, the older girl was running down the aisle to join the first and both of them looked up at you as if you had stars in your eyes. “Hello,” you said with a curt bow.

The girls giggled. “You’re my favorite member!” blurted the older girl, Hyejin. She glanced between you and Yoongi and smiled brightly. “I had a feeling you two were dating.”

You stiffened and stared at her, pulling down your face mask and shaking your head. “O-oh, no, uh…we’re not! We’re just-,”

“You’re right,” said Yoongi, pulling his own face mask down to reveal a soft, knowing smile. He turned his tender eyes toward the girl and she blushed. “We’re buying ingredients for dinner tonight. Do you have any recommendations?”

The girl gaped before nodding her head furiously. “I know how to make a really good carbonara!”

The younger girl approached you with a grin, holding out her phone to you with trembling hands. “C-Could I get a picture with you?” she asked gently.

You blinked at it, then looked at Yoongi whose hand had been seized in the older girl’s grip, guiding him down the aisle toward the pasta. You then turned back to the girl and a shy smile crept across your lips. “Um…sure,” you said, taking it from her hands and bending slightly to match her height.

You took a few photos together until the girl found one she liked. “Oh! I’m Mijin by the way,” she said with a smile. “I’m a really, really huge fan! My sister too,” she said, then turned down the aisle to see Hyejin talking animatedly about pasta. She laughed. “Sorry she stole your boyfriend.”

You flushed and rubbed your hands together. Nervous habit. “Ah…s-she can have him. Nobody knows it, and he’d die if he knew I told you, but he makes super bad puns at home.”

She glanced at you slyly and gave you a smirk. “Really?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and put on an exhausted expression, sighing. “Which country's capital has the fastest-growing population?” you asked.

She giggled. “Hm,” she began, then shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Ireland,” you said, eyeing her. “Every day it’s Dublin.”

Mijin let out a rapturous laugh that captured her sister’s attention. The girl rushed back to us and glanced between us with narrowed eyes. “Did she tell you something embarrassing about me?” she asked.

Yoongi approached at a leisurely pace, smiling. “No! Something embarrassing about Yoongi,” said Mijin, still fighting off laughter.

Yoongi cocked a brow and crossed his arms. “Oh?”

You glanced away, scratching your jaw, and whistled a little. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”

Yoongi flicked your forehead and the two of you chuckled. Lingering quietly beside you, the two girls exchanged loaded glances. Suddenly, you worried that you’d been too affectionate with Yoongi. Were these two not so accepting after all? Was it really just like Jackson said? You felt your stomach go cold and you watched your hands as they clasped the grocery basket, knuckles straining against your skin. You took a deep breath and mentally prepared yourself for whatever onslaught of anger you’d face.

But, to your surprise, Hyejin simply cleared her throat and rocked back and forth on her heels, a bashful flush in her cheeks. “Um…Y/N?” she asked quietly, standing close to your side.

“Yes?” you managed to choke out, your nerves suffocating.

She scratched her arm and quietly handed you her phone. “Could…could I also get a picture?”

You stiffened and glanced between Hyejin’s downcast eyes and her pale, outstretched hand. “Uh,” you began, then shook your head, returning to your senses with a smile. “Of course.”

She beamed up at you and giggled as she took her spot beside you, holding up a V sign. “Wait!” called Mijin, grabbing Yoongi by the thick sleeve of his black sweater. “Let’s get a group selfie!”

You paused for a moment as Yoongi came to stand behind you. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around you from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder. Your heart raced as you strained your neck to meet his smiling eyes.

“Yoongi-,” you began.

But he simply silenced you with a peck to your cheek. “Take the picture. I think it’ll turn out nice.”

Blushing, you obliged and snapped the shot, all four of you smiling in the deserted grocery store aisle. Once the photo was taken, Yoongi settled for simply holding your hand in his, your face masks still wrapped below your chins, revealing your faces in entirety.

Hyejin was about to speak when a shrill voice shouted from all around the large store. “Mijin! Hyejin! Come to the registers right now!” she shouted over the PA system.

You laughed a little, concealing it as a cough, and wondered just what would have happened if you’d followed through with your impulse to use the PA system yourself.

“Aw!” whined Mijin with a pout. “I wanted to stay longer.”

“Right now!” repeated the voice.

Hyejin and Mijin exchanged nervous looks before smiling brightly at the two of you. “We gotta go,” said Hyejin gently as Mijin began jogging in place. “Th-thank you guys for taking the pictures.”

You smiled and patted her head. “Thank you for being our fans,” you said.

She smiled. “Is…um…is it okay if I post it? All of my friends would be so excited,” she said, her eyes round and expectant.

You were about to adamantly refuse, mindful not to allow this breach to spread further, but Yoongi beat you to it. “Please do,” he said, then draped an arm over your shoulders. “And tag us.”

The girls giggled and agreed to Yoongi’s request before running off down the aisle, waving over their shoulders before disappearing. Quickly, you threw Yoongi’s arm off of you and shot him a glare.

“Min Yoongi, do you realize what you just did?” you asked.

He laughed a little, the gummy kind, and shrugged. “Is it so wrong to be proud of my boyfriend?”

You stiffened, struggling to maintain your resolve, and coughed a little, crossing your arms. “Still…what if it turns out bad?”

Yoongi laughed a little, gently cupping your face in his warm hands. “What if it doesn’t?”

The simplicity in his words disarmed you and you could do nothing but stand still, flushed, as his thumbs traced circles into your skin. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was a chaste kiss. The kind you’d wanted to do a million times on your late-night dates to the park, your covert coffee-shop trysts, your early morning walks through the city. The kind you saw couples do every day. His lips were soft and gentle, and revealed the quiet intensity that made you fall for him in the first place.

You sighed into him as he slowly broke away, leaning back to give you a grin. “And besides, that Hyejin girl has a crush on you,” he said with a wink. “Gotta keep my competition in line.”

“Yoongi!” you shouted, giving his chest a big smack.

But there was no malice in it. And as you two continued shopping, masks forgotten, smiling freely, you knew that whatever was to come you could face it together. As cliche as it seemed, you knew that your feelings for each other were strong enough to withstand outside pressure. Your companies would have your heads on a silver platter. Your group mates would give you endless lectures. You may have an army of Yoongi stans checking you out and sizing you up.

But you knew one thing for sure: if Mijin and Hyejin were anything to go by, you could both trust your fans.

And more than anything, you could both trust each other to weather the consequences, whatever they may be.

[every1studio]

REQUESTED: “fanboy” [stray kids: hyung line]

genre: FLUFF

ficstyle: #whatwouldtheydo + bulletpoints + reactions

anon asked: “Hey! I was wondering if you’d write a Stray Kids!fanboy thing? Like say the reader is an idol and Stray Kids are the Fan, how would the be? Would they buy all their albums etc? Thank youuu!!!”

note: since I want to put a little scenario into them; it might be long so I’ll make a hyung line version and a maknae one soon

WOOJIN

literally runs so that he can be the first person in line for your fanmeets

is usually shy in personality but he’ll scream your name

“Y/N I LOVE YOU!!!”

you caught him in the crowd and smiled widely as you sent a finger heart gun his way

can’t believe that it was for him

jumps in his place a lot because he doesn’t know what to do with the extra adrenaline 

he’s now in line to get his album signed

appreciates the other members in your group but couldn’t wait to get to you

once you get to him, everything that he planned to say just disappeared

all his confidence went down the drain 

“y-you’re so-so pr-pretty~”

becomes a blushing mess

“awh~ you’re too cute, thank you...what’s your name?”

he points to the post-it

“Woojin...could you write “To: Woojinnie?”

you smiled as you nodded 

he brings up a handmade flower crown; you noticed his bandaged fingers

“you hurt yourself making this for me? usually fans would buy them.. thank you so much!! I’ll cherish this, Woojinnie~”

you said this as you were holding his hands

he is internally screaming

“can you place it on me?”

his hands are shaking as he tries to place it correctly on your head

“sir, please move on..”

you clasp his hands one more time, “see you again soon Woojinnie~”

after that he becomes one of the OG fans that always comes to all your events and you memorized his name

you guys ended up being friends when you had time to chill and hangout 

being friends would suffice

he didn’t need to be your lover

would make a YouTube channel and sings covers of your songs

“I sang a cover of your digital single..”

“Woojin.. how? it literally came out 5 hours ago..”

#fangoals

CHAN

does anything to get your attention

your group were out buskering and he managed to get front row 

showcases your name as a LED in his phone

swings it around because he noticed that you were nervous 

begins to cheer your name

“HWAITING Y/N~!!”

you smile as you felt your anxiousness leave your body

holds his heart every time you look over at him or when you do a key movement or sing a high note or rap something snarky

the next day was your fanmeet

you spotted him in the crowds and gave him a shoutout

“there’s a guy with really nice permed hair who made me able to get over my nervousness to perform yesterday, so it’s nice to see him again~”

everyone was looking at Chan

he just stood there stunned

a tear of joy fell from his right eye 

(I can die a happy man now) he thinks as he wipes his eye

you occasionally looked at him; wondering when he was going to come up and get his photobook signed

once you saw him in front of you, the both of you couldn’t stop smiling

“thank you so much for yesterd-”

“THANK YOU FOR EXISTING!”

Chan bows deeply and it caught it off guard

THUD

he slams his forehead onto the table

“OH MY GOSH!!”

you grabbed his forehead

“are you okay?”

Chan was just happy that you were holding and caring for him; he didn’t feel any pain even though his forehead was bright red

“I FEEL JUST GREAT!”

you chuckled at him

you asked him what he liked about your group

“at first I just liked your guys’ music, but when I watched the MV, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, you’re my bias” 

he was blushing and it was so cute

“thank you for all the love and support..”

Chan was sporting a dad cap that came with your limited edition album

“could you sign my cap too?”

“of course.. um..”

“it’s Chan”

“awh that’s cute~”

his heart throbs 

(thanks mom and dad for naming me Chan)

after the event, he doesn’t wear it

he puts it on top of his shrine of your albums and photocards

MINHO (LEE KNOW)

“maybe if I do my hair like this, they’ll notice me more?”

Minho got to be in the front row of your concert and backstage/fan service pass

he wanted so badly to be noticed by you

had a headband with your name and wears your favorite color 

he was having the time of his life at the concert

his heart became full when you sang his favorite songs in your albums

there was a moment on stage where you could look and interact with fans

you were heading towards Minho for a water bottle 

but he catches your attention

how could you not?

he was a good looking guy AND he had your name on his headband

you drank your water as you waved at him

Minho had to look around to see if you were really waving at him

his hand was out so you grabbed it

“thank you for supporting us~”

you let go but he wish you didn’t

(I’m never going to wash this hand)

after the concert, he and some others had to wait until the concert hall was emptied of those who didn’t have the passes

he was led into the backstage and he sees you up close

you looked so smol and bedazzling; he wanted to squeeze you with a hug

you instantly noticed him 

“hey! you were in the front right?” 

he nods vigorously, “yeah!”

you whipped out your polaroid

“let’s take a pic~”

you got close to him and he thought he was going to die of happiness

FLASH

you frowned after taking it

“I think I blinked.. let’s take another!”

he wasn’t going to complain so he didn’t mind

FLASH

you guys talked for a while about how he got into your group while the pictures were developing 

“I have all of your albums but I didn’t have enough for the fanmeets.. so I REALLY saved up for this concert”

you grabbed his hands (again)

“thank you so so much~ I hope you enjoyed the concert...what’s your name?”

“Minho~”

he smiled widely as the only thing going through his mind was (yeah, I’m definitely not going to wash my hands)

he saw the photos and he wanted to cry

one of them was you smiling at him 

and the other was him smiling at you

“which one do you want?” you asked

he pointed to one where you were smiling at him and you signed it off

“OKAY YOU GUYS HAVE TO LEAVE NOW~” a staff member yelled

“please keep on supporting us!” you waved at him

(how could I not?) he thought 

CHANGBIN

the one to hype you up from shows that you are on 

is too shy to actually go to a fanmeet because he doesn’t know what to do or say

doesn’t admit it to his friends that you’re his ultimate bias

has a secret shrine of you and your group

also has you as his lockscreen

comments on your instagram photos and tweets you a lot under the name at CoffeeCBinnie

doesn’t know that you were going to the same coffee shop that he worked at

“could I get a medium iced americano and a side of coffeecake?”

“sure-” he looks up to see you under a cap

“OH MY-”

you cover his mouth

“shhh sorry.. I’m not suppose to be out right now but I really needed a coffee fix..”

is frozen

did his ultimate bias just touched him?

touch his mouth?

his lips?

are they going to an indirect kiss if they eat their coffeecake with their hands?

“excuse me-” you looked at his nametag, “Changbinnie?”

he snaps out of it and starts blushing

“I’m such a big fan..” he mumbles as he covers his face

you scribbled something on a piece of napkin as you asked him, “can I sit on the rooftop?”

the rooftop was usually for staff member only but it was different for his ult bias right?

“o-of course!”

he leads you up to the top as you wait for your order

he looks back at the napkin that you scribbled on and it was your autograph plus something that looked like a phone number but he wasn’t sure

he brings it up with your order

“what’s this?”

you smiled at him

“my number”

he feels himself getting red

“wh-what?”

you chuckled, “you’re CoffeeCBinnie right?”

you pulled out your phone and showed him a tweet that you retweeted, “what’s your favorite number? mine’s yours”

“ah that’s embarrassing!” he covers his face

“I think it’s cute..” 

there was a pretty decent sized silent moment; but it wasn’t awkward

“maybe I should come here often.. it’s close to where I live and it’s really nice..”

definitely tries to hide his smile; on the inside, his fanboy side is shooting out of a volcano

HYUNJIN

Hyunjin is known on instagram for dressing like you or gathering inspirations from your MVs or outfits on shows or outfits from the airports

some fans would ship you guys, calling you guys out for “couple looks”

but he’s also known for doing dance covers for your songs

he doesn’t know if you knew who he was

but these little simple things made him feel a little closer to you, aka his ultimate bias (even before Jinyoung)

he was doing a performance of a cover of your groups’s new song

you and your group came out of nowhere and danced with him

he wanted to gaze at you but dance at the same time

this was his moment to show you how much of a fan he was

after the performance was over, you looked at him

“hey I know you!”

his eyes widened

“you’re my boyfriend on instagram!”

he blushes

“b-bo-boyfriend??”

“well that’s what a lot of the fans say.. they always tag me in your posts, thanks for loving and supporting us, Hyunjin right?~”

he wanted to cry of embarrassment and happiness as he nods “yes”

you and your group signed an album for everyone in Hyunjin’s group and gave them a limited edition poster

everyone got together to take a group picture and Hyunjin’s band mates ushered him to stand by you

later that day

Hyunjin opens up his instagram; seeing as though someone tags him into something

he opens his notifications and yells 

you followed him on instagram and tagged him into a photo

“so glad to perform with my “insta boyfriend,” LOOK we’re even matching today~”

he wanted to swoon; he went from a fanboy to a boyfriend in a hot minute

after that day, he plans to go to many of your fanmeets so that he can see you

some fans started a petition for you guys to actually date

only time will tell 

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