#himchan fluff

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Nome do personagem: Jung Himchan. Faceclaim: Choi Soobin - TXT. Nascimento: 31/10/2000. Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, coreano. Ocupação: Estudante de Administração na Kyungdong. Bairro: Nohak-dong.

TW na bio: Abuso físico e psicológico, transtorno de ansiedade.

BIOGRAFIA

Himchan é o segundo de quatro filhos de um político importante para a Coreia do Sul. Seu pai é diplomata, trabalhando com as relações exteriores e representando a Coreia em órgãos apropriados e também países da Europa. Seu irmão mais velho fez Relações Internacionais na faculdade para seguir o caminho do pai, enquanto Himchan escolheu Administração para tentar tocar os negócios da família de sua mãe no ramo farmacêutico.

A razão para estar em Sokcho é que Himchan sofreu um sequestro quando tinha cerca de 12 anos de idade, justamente por ser filho de quem é. Um grupo radicalista coreano que lutava por questões exteriores, insatisfeitos com tudo o que estava acontecendo, sequestrou Himchan enquanto seus pais estavam fora do país. O garoto passou cerca de três dias com os sequestradores, onde sofreu agressão física e psicológica. Depois disso, ele nunca mais foi o mesmo, desenvolvendo transtorno de ansiedade, apesar de tentar sempre desviar a atenção dos problemas que adquiriu depois desse evento.

Seu pai decidiu que Sokcho seria bem distante de toda a atenção que Seoul possuía e o mandou para lá. Ele não foi sozinho, os dois irmãos mais novos foram com ele, enquanto o mais velho continuou na companhia da família. Claro que ele tem sempre alguém de olho em Himchan, pois não podia mais deixá-lo a mercê de qualquer tipo de conflito. Himchan, no entanto, odeia a super proteção e quando pode, sai escondido para fazer o que bem entende.

OOC: +18. Temas de interesse: Friendship, Shipping, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence. TW: Estupro explícito.

[noona-clock]

Noir ♠️ Chiquita

A B.A.P holiday songfic series by Admin B! Enjoy!

Genre: 1940′s AU

Pairing: Himchan x You

By Admin B

Le Noir ♠️ Skydive ♠️ Ribbon in the Sky ♠️ Killer ♠️ Fermata ♠️ Confession ♠️ I Guess I Need U ♠️ Chiquita ♠️ Walk ♠️ Now ♠️ Kingdom

Huh! Miss thang! You’re so unbelievable To the point where I can’t breathe

Wherever I look, you’re pretty Like a small girl, each time

It had been just about a year since you’d been working at the casino, and you could now add ‘dancer’ to your resume along with ‘blackjack dealer.’

You didn’t particularly like shaking your ass in a tight, tasseled dress, but it paid extremely well, and frankly, you were good at it.

You could count on at least five men claiming to lose their breath during your routine every single night, and... I mean, honestly, it kind of made you feel good about yourself? You were in a much better place than you’d been last Christmas, that’s for sure.

And you had Himchan to thank for it.

Little did you know, Himchan was now the one miserable.

As if You’re aiming for my heart bang bang

Shh, without warning You came to me, no knock

Because Himchan was completely head over heels for you, and he hated seeing you dancing up there in hardly any clothing. All those eyes watching you - eyes which didn’t belong to him. All those hands reaching out to grab you - hands which didn’t belong to him.

It’s like he was the only one who saw you for who you truly were: a sweet, innocent girl who had been desperate for money. Only he had seen you sitting out there in the cold on Christmas Eve, hopeless and lost. So he felt like he was the only one in on the secret.

You were nothing but gracious toward him, but... that was kind of the problem. You saw him as a mentor and nothing else.

He hadn’t realized he wanted to be more for you until that first night you appeared on stage in your dancing costume. And then it had hit him like a ton of bricks: he was crazy for you, and you deserved so much more than this.

I’m gonna reveal you Am I forcing you to the world? You’re As pretty as a celebrity I can’t hide you Do you feel the same way?

I’m so into you You know I love you bae

He tried to give subtle hints about his feelings for you all the time, asking you out for a meal after work or offering to walk you home. You accepted most of the time, but you, apparently, only took his advances as him being friendly. As him looking out for you.

After a while, though, Himchan began to realize taking you out to restaurants in the middle of the night was a bad, bad idea.

Men stared at you. Openly. With their mouths agape. No shame at all.

I mean, he couldn’t blame them, obviously. But he still hated it.

Why were you so beautiful?!

More than anyone else I will care for you You are my chiquita You are my chiquita

Without a word Will you come into my arms? You are my chiquita You are my chiquita

“Can you believe it’s been a whole year since I started working here?” you asked as you hugged your coat tighter around your body.

“Seems like just yesterday,” Himchan murmured, his gaze focused on his shoes trudging through the snow.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, leaning over and nudging him slightly. “You’ve been real quiet tonight.”

Himchan didn’t reply, but before you knew it, you were wrapped in his arms.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, returning his hug as your brow furrowed deeply with concern.

You felt Himchan’s deep sigh fluttering your hair before you felt the vibration in his chest as he spoke. “I want to take care of you.”

“What do you mean?” you chuckled, clutching at the back of his coat. You tried to pull away to look at his face, but his hold on you was too tight. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know, and that’s why I want to. Because you can, but... you shouldn’t have to.”

How can you be so pretty? I can’t even talk to you

Get it, your sexy butt, bow wow Your nice hips, I can drown now To you, man to man, it’s so pretty Wear everything so tight, right now

“Where is this coming from?” you asked softly.

“I don’t know, I just -- I mean, maybe -- I can’t --” He let out a frustrated groan and finally pulled away, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Himchan,” you urged, reaching out to put your hand on his arm. “Come on, it’s me. You can tell me anything. Look at me.”

He was expertly avoiding your gaze, but your words forced his eyes to meet yours.

And you saw just how much hurt was in them.

“I can’t stand to see you up there dancing in front of all those guys,” he said finally, his lips pressed into a thin, somewhat angry line. “You’re too good at what you do, but you shouldn’t have get up there and -- and -- shake your -- and your -- you just shouldn’t have to do that. You’re too damn smart to be relying on your body for your career.”

You let out a soft sigh, moving your hand from Himchan’s arm to cradle his cheek. “I don’t like it either, but... do you know how much I get paid?”

“That’s why I want to take care of you,” he replied immediately. “So you can do something else and get off that stage.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, tempted to take a step closer to him, but you resisted for now.

“What do you mean when you say you want to take care of me?”

“I mean...” As if he’d been reading your mind, Himchan lessened the gap in-between you two, his gaze sympathetic and caring but also somewhat passionate. “I mean I want you to be my girl.”

A huge smile spread across your lips and you quickly stood on your toes, placing your lips on his.

Himchan let out a soft, muffled noise of surprise, unable to react before you pulled away.

“I was wondering when you would finally come out and admit it,” you grinned.

“But I -- I took you out all those times! I walk you home every night!”

“Yeah, but you never said anything straight out. I was waiting for you to be a man about it and just admit you have feelings for me.”

Himchan quirked a brow, looking at you very curiously. “What? Why didn’t you --”

You simply kissed him again, murmuring a ‘Merry Christmas’ against his lips as you heard the clock at City Hall strike midnight.

As you finally felt his arms sliding around your waist, pulling you closer to him, you couldn’t help but think about last Christmas Eve. Himchan had taken your hand that night and changed your life.

And now, a whole year later, he was about to change your life again.

More than any words I’ll protect you You are my chiquita You are my chiquita

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[coffee-for-himchan]

Fluffy texts with Himchan where you tell him you’re at the hospital, forgetting to immediately mention that you’d just hurt your arm and it’s nothing that serious, and having to face the consequences now, feeling embarrassed while at the doctor’s office since he won’t stop blowing your phone up, wanting to make sure you’re alright before doing anything else.

Bonus:

[sugaspet]

•BOYFRIEND: Himchan

-DO NOT claim as your own!

[namjoonchronicles]

Tumbleweed, Her #11 - [BAP] Noir!Au

[A/N] No I am not okay with Himchan’s red hair in this gif. Probably will never be. 

The Adorned : Kim Himchan

He walked down a dark alley with little lights on the sights to lit the way. The heel of his shoes seems to be only he heard.

His men behind him, following behind him without uttering a word. Himchan is at a warehouse where most of the nation wouldn’t imagine he’d be. His expression? Contorted, serious, unreadable, discontent. Like he was forced to be there.

His swings of steps? Purposeful, strong, determined and heavy. In contrast of his expression. His lips were sealed. A thousand words in his head, never made it passed his lips. He soon walked up to a room at the end of the dark and dull hall, with walls made of rusted zinc and holes the size of a penny that let the sun through just enough. His men stood behind him and Himchan held his hand up. And with that simple gesture, he was left to enter the room alone.

The metal door creaked opened at the slightest push by Himchan’s graceful hands. His black suit looked smart in the dim light and the door closes behind him. And in that room, there was a little lamp shunning down on a small petite figure who bored a loose ponytail and a tear stained face. A little mascara running down her cheek.

Her wrists were bound behind her back and she was tied to a pillar with a metal chain. She sniffs tiredly, as if all hope are lost and there’s nothing else she could lived for. Her expression was pure devastation, and it looked like she’d given up. She was staring at the dirt floor underneath her bare feet, with a blank set of eyes and it pained Himchan.

“Please let me go.” You cried. “Not until you tell me where the baby is.” Himchan shot.

“THERE’S NEVER A BABY HIMCHAN!” You screeched. Himchan jumps at you, gripping by the neck, and growled into your face. “DON’T LIE TO ME!” You cowered in fear. “If you do anything that harmed the baby, I will fucking kill you.” Himchan warned, and bit by bit he strengthened his grip around your neck, watching you as you struggle to breathe. “Asphyxiation,” he sinisterly smiled at the image of you suffering beneath his touch, “This is what you loved? Didn’t you, baby?” His voice was eerily calm, in contrast to his actions.

“Unlike you, I actually cared for you Himchan,” you still speak even though there was an increasing difficulty to do so. “But you were not interested in a serious relationship. So I killed that baby along with the memories of us. You knew that it wasn’t love… you only used me to get over the girl you couldn’t…h-have.”

Maybe it was smart not to say words that would anger him more, but you had so much vengeance in you that it didn’t matter that you die now. It’s better to leave this world after saying the things you wanted to say than to live to never speak what you really meant to. It’s better to have and not need: than to need and not have.

You lost your friend because of Himchan. You lost your baby because of Himchan. You lost yourself. Because of Himchan.

Himchan set you free after learning the truth that you had killed the baby that should have been his. And he found out that his girl, the girl he loved and cannot have took her own life. You were thrown out of a van with nothing but yourself and in the street where nothing is familiar. You set out to the bar and get yourself drunk, knowing that it would lead to one thing.

To Yongguk’s house.

Himchan watches the incident from far. After he appointed a private investigator to find out the account he had been wiring to, Himchan’s opinion about you, shifts. He became compassionate with everything that concerns you.

Days gone missing: 193

Himchan is wide awake at 3:03AM in his home office, flipping through law books. He apparently had a difficult case, the following week and as he was blankly skimming through one book after another, he lifts his eyes up to the shelves opposing him. But there’s one particular book with a card sticking out of it. The kind that bookmarks would have looked like, so Himchan slipped that particular book out of the line and when he did, a stack of old photographs dropped out of it. Himchan knelt on one knee and took a careful look to all of it.

He took them to his desk and pushed away his law books. He flipped one photograph around and saw the scraggly writing on it. “September. 2006.”

When he looked at the photo properly, he started to remember. Things that was so long ago. Pictures of his parent, and him. And another family. And a girl in a dress. No older than 13. And him, he’s probably around 16 or 17. Himchan dragged his eyes up on deep thoughts. “What happened in 2006? Why can’t I remember anything that happened that year?”

Himchan cancelled his meetings for all the day and went to divert his day route onto the road he had forgotten for awhile. In fact, he hadn’t been there since law school. When he sat huffed on the brown leather chair, he had just taken a sip of cold drinking water. “Good morning, Himchan… I didn’t expect to see you today.” A male walked in, tipping his glasses.

“Neither did I.” Himchan easily answered, an annoyed expression on his face. He stood up abruptly and the doctor, smiled. “To what I owe this surprising, long over-dued visit, Himchan?” The doctor had a calm voice in him and then, he hovered his eyes to Himchan who is now standing in front of the glass window, looking far into the distant. He held one arm over his that window, and lay his forehead on that forearm. “Is it normal to forget a portion of memory?” Himchan started.

“Depends,” the doctor shrugged, “We all forget little things in life.” “It’s not little… it’s a whole year.” Himchan snapped. “Can you be specific?” The doctor said.

Himchan walked out of the psychologist’s office and head out to work. Little did he know, that the doctor is staring at the same window, down at his white Sedan, watching it drove away. He dialled a number and placed the phone firm to his ear. When the ringing stops, he spoke, “He asked about 2006. He is starting to realize that he couldn’t remember 2006.”

On the receiving end, “The event should remain, forgotten.” When this voice turns around, it turns out to be Himchan’s father. The congressman. The psychologist called the patient’s father to tell on him.

Himchan left for work only to stare at the ceiling. He wasn’t functional today, his assistant would know. He walked out with a null on his face, “I’m going to go have an early out and get a drink,” he sighs and left. And he did as he told. He was determined to get shit drunk as he possibly can. Three and then four bottles in, he was beginning to lose consciousness. In and out. It didn’t matter because he was in the VIP lounge and nobody cares how drunk he is.

And how he shouldn’t be driving.

He really shouldn’t.

But he came alone and he could see. And he was stubborn. He stumbles out the club’s door to get to his white sedan, poke the keys into everywhere but the key hole and when he did, he twisted them and the engines hurled on. The first few junctions was fine, until there’s a sharp left turn by the forestry road.

He thought he saw a flare by the opposite road and because of it he tries to push the brake pedal but it was difficult since he was accelerating. So his car slid off the slippery road to hit the metal fences and then straight to a tree.

The glasses shattered. A loud sound of wrecking metal filled his ear. And then. A loud ringing. It lasted awhile.

Himchan’s face was protected by an air bag. But the bounce that hit the back of his head and threw him unconscious. Blood dripping down his hair line. The visions blurred and he heard distinct voice. A familiar male voice.

November 2006. Cheongdam-dong Street. Midnight.

Someone’s calling his name. Very loudly.

“Himchan! Son! Are you alright?” Himchan’s father opened the car door in a hurry. Himchan was young back then. He was on the driver’s seat. “What are you doing! You’re 16! Is that alcohol I smell?” His father hissed. Himchan crawled out of the door, his father is biting his nails as he stood, looking at something at the front of the car. It was only then Himchan realized that the car window is bloodied and it shattered.

Himchan limps up to see that there’s a body lying lifeless on the road, that night. It was empty. Some apples rolling to hit the curb of the street. A male, no older than 40 was laying there with blood all over his face, holding a plastic bag filled with apples. “Is he dead?” Himchan whispered. Himchan’s father held both of his shoulder and looked at him dead in the eyes, “I tell you what, run. Son. You run. Let me fix this. You run and don’t look back. This is not your fault.” Himchan’s father pushed him to run off.

Then, Himchan’s father grabbed his phone and dialled a number on speed dial. “Jaehan. I need some help.”

Himchan gasped a lungful of air, awakened by the pungent smell of gasoline and he crept out of the wrecked vehicle on all four. “Shit. Fuck.” He stumbles on two feet and leaving his car by that tree and he called his driver for help. No one was injured except for him. So that was a good thing.

“Did I or did I not kill someone when I was 16, dad?” Himchan asked as he was being treated. The nurse took the hint and stood up and leave. His father came and hissed, “Not when the nurses are here! I did everything I can to cover up everything, you have to understand that it isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault, Himchan.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m so fucked up, dad. Because you always tell me that I’ve done nothing wrong and keep erasing the things I should have been punished for, and make it as if it never happened. Is why I’m so fucked up.” Himchan smiled, bitterly. “I’ve impregnated a girl I couldn’t have and left her hanging for months because I was so afraid of commitments because you have never let me take responsibilities on the things I’ve become.”

Himchan started laughing with tears falling on each sides of his face. “She commits suicide because I was too afraid. And she took my baby with her.” Himchan fist one hand and hit his temples with them, repeatedly. His father marches to him to stop him from hurting himself. “I am a useless human being! Let me die! Let me die!”

“No! She did this to herself! I was only doing her a favor, Himchan. She was 21 and she had a baby with no father. There’s no other options other than abortions!” His father screeched back and at last Himchan stopped hitting himself. His eyes were wide and tunneling to the view of his father. “You…” he whispered. “You told her to give it up. You poisoned her to cover my past.”

And there’s nothing a parent wouldn’t do to protect their child. Absolutely nothing.

Next: Part 12

[rscenarios]

Himchan - Broke

I carved out a little de-stress/writing time for the night! So I’m finally getting out my “I didn’t see B.A.P” feels and writing something late for Himchan’s birthday. I probably won’t get to write until mid-May and even that’s questionable since I might have two jobs. Anyway, this is a request from upset anon who wanted, “When you can’t go to Infinite live because of money issues, fluffy Himchan” I hope you enjoy! -Admin Em

It’s one of those weekends where you have nothing to do, which is good and bad. Bad because you’ve been endlessly browsing the internet for longer than you’d care to admit. Good because you enjoy having some relaxation time by yourself, especially after the chaos at work. You’d been so busy you’d even missed your best friend’s birthday celebration. With the thought of your best friend, you can’t help but look at your phone to see if he’s messaged you at all. You aren’t surprised to see no new messages, he was probably relaxing between his schedule or practicing. “Kim Himchan you better not get hurt again,” you mutter as you set the phone down. As much as you love him, you don’t want to have to play nurse again.

You met Himchan by chance during the time of the lawsuit against his company. Actually, you met him multiple times by chance on the same day. 

First when you were out to for coffee and the barista had put your name on the the wrong drink. It was understandable since there were way too many people in the tiny cafe. You were going to accept your fate and leave to meet your other friend when a voice spoke up, “Excuse me, I think you have my drink? Is this one yours?”

You turned to see a very handsome man holding exactly what you’d ordered. “Oh, yeah, it is,” you grinned, swapping beverages with him. “Thanks.”

The stranger smiled at you and couldn’t help but admire his beauty. “No problem, have a good day.”

“You too.”

And just like that he was gone. The only remnant was his name on the cup in your hand. You went to meet your friend, the two of you ready to spend the day shopping. “Why didn’t you try to talk to him more?” Eunjae, your friend, questions after you shared the story of your encounter.

You’d shrugged, “I didn’t want to be weird. Besides, I finally think I’m getting somewhere with Jiwoo.” Jiwoo was your long time crush who finally seemed to be taking an interest in return. This immediately made Eunjae change topics as the two of you browsed some clothes for work. Your adventure took you to multiple stores, which resulted in you spending more than you should have.

As you checked out at the last store you watched the total continue to rise. “Oh, that isn’t mine,“ you said politely as you caught the cashier about to scan something that wasn’t yours.

“Sorry, those are mine,” the person spoke up behind you and you felt your eyes widen. It was the man from this morning-Himchan. He gave you a knowing smile, “Hello again.”

“Hi. Nice sweater,” you said quickly, unsure what else to say as you paid.

“Thank you. I’m glad you didn’t almost buy it off me,” he chuckled.

“It looks to be above my price range,” you commented, taking note of the brand name on the tag. “Anyway, my friend is waiting for me outside. Have a nice evening.”

“You as well.”

And just like that you left him behind. Or so you’d thought. As you sat eating dinner you nearly choked on your food when you saw Himchan walk in again. “Him again?” Eunjae teased as they noted where you were looking. You gave a nod and swallowed your food nervously. You weren’t even sure why you were nervous, at the time you hadn’t realized that he was THE Kim Himchan. “Relax, he probably won’t even-”

“It’s you again,” he gasped as he turned with his carry-out.

“Hi,” you spoke softly.

“Is something else going to get mixed up between us?” He joked.

“I don’t think so,” you gave a soft laugh too.

“Well just in case, can I get your number?”

After that your mind went numb, To this day you can’t remember if you said anything. You know he said something as you handed him your phone, but you can’t recall. The next thing you know, your phone was back in your hand with his number displaying on the screen. “Have a goodnight,” he grinned before leaving.

Your friend stared at you with wide eyes. “If you don’t text him, we can no longer be friends.”

“What?”

“Did you not realize who that was?!”

“No?” Your head was in the clouds.

“That was Himchan from B.A.P!” Eunjae whispered, even pulling up a photo of the idol so you could put two and two together.

Before you could say anything, your phone signalled a new message from Himchan, “Just making sure no numbers got mixed up!”

It took you a while to respond, but eventually, with help from your friend, you did. And that was how your friendship with Himchan began.

Before you can continue the trip down memory lane, there’s a knock on your door. Crossing the apartment quickly, you open the door to find none other than Himchan himself. ‘Hey, what are you doing here?” you gasp, wrapping him in a hug.

“I can’t surprise my best friend?” He questions as you let him inside. He immediately makes himself right at home.

“No, I just wasn’t expecting to see you before you went back on tour again.”

“I found some free time and since you missed my birthday, I’m here to collect an overdue gift,” he states, his tone completely serious but you know he’s kidding.

“Actually, I do have something for you,” you smirk as you see the surprise on his face.

“________________, I told you you didn’t need to get me anything. You need to save your money and you took care of me while I was healing. I can’t-”

“Sh,” you stop him short. “I can always afford to give my Channie something nice,” you muse as you move to get the bottle of wine you purchased for him. It was one of the less expensive wines he enjoys and you couldn’t help yourself when you saw it. “Close your eyes,” you instruct.

Once you’re sure they’re shut you place the bottle in his hands. “Happy late birthday!” You cheer, causing him to open his eyes. “I hope it will help you relax when your schedule gets hectic.”

“It definitely will,” Himchan smiles before pulling you in for a hug. “Thank you _________. What did I do to deserve such a thoughtful friend?”

“You almost stole my coffee,” you chuckle. “I was just thinking about that earlier.”

“You mean you aren’t always thinking about me?” Himchan acts offended, pushing you away gently. “Who has come between us? After all we’ve been through?”

It was true, the two of you had been their for each other during any big event, good or bad. You helped him with the lawsuit, he helped you move into your apartment. You were the first person he called after B.A.P’s first win after they came back, he was your first call when Jiwoo broke your heart. The list went on.

“The only thing that can come between us is Infinite,” you tease. “And we both know I’m too broke to ever see them.”

“Don’t start pouting about them again,” Himchan groans. This wasn’t the first time he’d heard about your love for the group.

“But, but they’re all so amazing! I just want to see them live once! I would give anything to go to the concert they’re having soon. Like, I love the concerts you’ve let me attend for B.A.P, but can you just imagine their show?”

“If you’re going to whine, I’m leaving,” Himchan tells you.

“Okay, I’ll behave,” you sigh, swallowing your emotions. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, but I want to pick,” your best friend tells you, already going to your movie collection. It doesn’t take him long to pick something and the two of you settle comfortably on the couch together.

When the credits roll, Himchan gives you another hug. “I better get back to the dorm, there’s a lot to do before I leave again.”

“Promise to be safe?”

“Always,” he promises so you let him go, unsure when you’ll be able to spend time with him again. He texts you once he’s home safe and thanks you for the wine. The two of you spend the night texting off and on between his schedule.

Communication cuts down as he leaves for the tour. It was nothing new. What was new was that Himchan wanted you to FaceTime him when something exciting happened, whatever that meant. “You’ll know when it’s time,” he told when you questioned the message. You let it slide since it didn’t pay to bicker with him when it took anywhere from fifteen minutes to several hours to get a reply. Anticipation builds in you each passing day until you find an envelope in the mail after work.

Carefully, you open it and pull out two V.I.P passes to Infinite’s show. You drop them in disbelief. There was no way. They couldn’t be real. As you reach for them again your hands shake, excitement and disbelief coursing through your veins. This was a dream come true. Immediately you text Himchan, telling him to FaceTime you when he had the chance. To your surprise, your phone immediately goes off.

“HIMCHAN I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” You scream as soon as his face appears on screen.

“Ow, my ears,” he whines and it’s only then you note the headphones in his ears so he can hear you better as he walks around wherever he is.

“Sorry, sorry,” you get the words out quickly, your heart still racing. “I’m just, I can’t believe it. This has to be a dream, right? My heart might explode.”

“You need to breathe,” Himchan laughs. “How are you going to survive the concert let alone meeting them if you can’t even handle having passes?”

“I didn’t even think of that. Oh no, I can’t meet them. I’ll make a fool of myself. This is too much. I can’t!” You start to panic. “I could barely handle talking to you before Eunjae told me you were you. And then when I knew you were you it was a struggle. I can’t do it. You have to give these to someone else. I can’t accept them.”

“_____________, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Breathe. They will love meeting you, even if you do make a fool of yourself,” Himchan speaks in a soothing voice and you feel yourself slowly starting to calm down. “Let yourself enjoy this. You work hard all the time, relax.”

You nod, taking in his words as Daehyun and Jongup peaking behind Himchan. They make a few funny faces before Himchan shoos them away.

“This is still too much Channie. You didn’t need to do this.”

“I wanted to. You’ve always taken such good care of me. I’m just sorry I won’t be able to go with you to make sure you don’t try to kidnap one of them. We both know Eunjae will help you if you take her,” Himchan shakes his head.

“I’ll barely be able to speak or hold their hands let alone try to kidnap them!”

Himchan chuckles before looking at someone off screen. “I have to go, but I’m glad my gift made it safely to you. Enjoy yourself. I want to hear all about it when I’m back in Korea/”

“Dinner will be my treat,” you promise. “Don’t work too hard!”

With that Himchan ends the call and you message Eunjae the news, not trusting your voice to make another call. As you wait for her to respond, you hold one of your pillows tightly. How had you gotten to be so lucky?

[youngjolvr]

Boyfriend Himchan pt2

(Yongguk 1 - 2 / Daehyun 1 - 2 - 3 / Himchan 1 - 2 / Youngjae 1 / Jongup 1 - 2 / Junhong 1 - 2 - 3)

[bangbaptan]

Boyfriend!Himchan

☽Himchan☽:

neck kisses

expensive gifts

he’d like to take care of you

he’d spoil you but wouldn’t go overboard

dinner at fancy restaurants 

takes you out shopping a lot

couple rings

matching caps

matching couple outfits

coffee dates

couple selfies

couple everything man istg

won’t be shy to mention you on sns

would brag a lot about your relationship to the members

believes in tough love when he thinks it’s necessary 

the type to have a picture of you as his background on his phone

lots of skinship

lots of aegyo 

loves cuddling with you

he’s the type that isn’t afraid to show affection

loses all his cool and acts dorky when he’s around you

he would be shy the first couple of times you kissed

he seems to be blunt, so if there was something he didn’t like he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you

love to give you backhugs

he doesn’t care about anything anyone else says or thinks but when it comes to you he’ll seek reassurance and praise

you’d probably go wine tasting together a couple of times

long/night drives 

philosophical and deep talks in the middle of the night

after you became close with the members he wouldn’t mind you tagging along with them to hangout

however, he seems like the type to just enjoy being alone with you

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| Yongguk | Himchan | Daehyun | Youngjae | Jongup | Junhong |

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we hope you like it!<3

~Both Admins

[jiminscaramel]

a special something for a special someone ✨ @kuromatoki

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

[flyfireflyfly]

Run Away

Length warning: 3,059 words

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

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

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

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

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

[yutasbirthchin]

It’s Complicated

Text AU ft BAP and BTOB - Part 57

Previous / Next

[iwritekpopthings]

Day 5 - “I got this ‘cause it reminded me of you” (Himchan)

Characters: You, Himchan Word count: 131 Genre/ Warnings: Fluff~

For @spooky-babyz 's #12daysofBAP.

“Himchan, what are you doing?” You asked, practically vibrating as Himchan knelt down on one knee in front of you. It was snowing lightly; it had to be cold down there. ‘There’s only one real reason to be down there-’ Your mind was rambling and you were trying to control your breathing.

“Well, you see…” He smiled a little, his confidence teetering on the edge of being lost. “I saw this and thought of you. I saw it and thought it was just the thing to make my favorite person happy. Or at least, I hope it is.” He opened the small velvet box in his hands, revealing a gorgeous engagement ring. His eyes were shining and as he watched your reaction, his confidence came back. “Baby, will you marry me?”

******

[noona-clock]

When BAP Babysits with You

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

Yongguk

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

Himchan

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

Daehyun

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

Youngjae

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

Jongup

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

Zelo

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

[spooky-babyz]

#12DaysOfBAP - Week 1

[ masterpost ]

Day 1 - Zelo - (DEC 9)  ↳ 1st Christmas by @dontlookatmelikethatyongguk ↳ First Christmas by @iwritekpopthings​

Day 2 - Jongup - (DEC 10)  ↳ First Snow by @iwritekpopthings

Day 3 - Youngjae - (DEC 11) 

Day 4 - Daehyun - (DEC 12) 

Day 5 - Himchan - (DEC 13)

Day 6 - Yongguk - (DEC 14)  

[koreabooeauty]

The people that we were before and the people we are now have changed, you were perfect for me then, perfect for me now. You are perfect for me.

[katbyun]

BAP - Most to Least Likely to Have A Lazy Day in Bed With Their S/O

Hello!!! I’m sorry it took a little while for this to come out, but I really hope you enjoy it! If you want a more detailed version feel free to ask for separate members in a headcannon template! Requested by @noona-clock

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Youngjae - The most likely to want this is our geeky boy Youngjae. He would be happy to not have to pretend to be something he isn’t and instead be somewhere comfortable with you where he can let go and be himself with you all day long, with no interruptions.

Himchan - Himchan would love this purely for the romantic aspect. He wouldn’t have to be very active - that is unless the both of you decide on a certain activity - and he could spend the day worshipping the ground you walk on. Be prepared to feel the love on this lazy day.

Zelo - Standing near the middle, it depends on how he is feeling. He loves bringing you out on adventures and teaching you how to skate (whether you’re good at it or not is another topic entirely), but sometimes he loves staying home with you. It’s intimate and it’s a good time for him to show you just how much he loves you.

Yongguk - Yongguk is further down because it would be difficult to have him and home and relaxing without doing any type of work. You’d have to either distract him or tell him plainly that you miss him and want a day with him. No work, no phones, just the both of you. If you did that, he would relent and enjoy his day with you wrapped up in his arms.

Daehyun - Daehyun is the type to want to take his s/o out somewhere. Even if it started out as a lazy morning, he would want to go and get something to eat, go find something new. He has too much energy to stay in one place for too long, and so you would have to compromise with him - half the day alone with you and half the day elsewhere. Bribe him by ordering in and you’re good for another hour or two!

Jongup - Now this one has trouble sitting still for that long, so keeping him home with you would be nearly impossible. Not because he would complain, but because you feel bad. He will be fidgety the entire time you two are together, so you can either compromise and go somewhere for a bit, or you can find some….better ways to expend all that energy. Not that either of you two would mind much, really.

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