#i had a few shots of tequila despite telling hope im never gonna drink again

[kyeomssant]

we had bury your gays in a time called you and now 'villian is gay' as a plot twist which ( while so fucking unserious, like im laughing my ass off rn ) im taking as a (somewhat) sign off progress bc we had queer main charcters in mainstream shows. So, like this is how it started in the west and then evolved into us getting actual queer main character who had nothing that tragic happen to them. So, its the same thing thats gonna happen here right.... right? *nervous laugh*

[samthewrestlingfan]

Bad At Love: Kenny Omega

Hi there, Lovebugs!

Here is a new lil Kenny fic! This is my first time writing Kenny, so please be gentle <3

Let me know if you like it! I enjoyed writing this one :)

Next this to come out will be the next chapter of BELIEVER. (No I haven’t forgotten about it!)

btw this is hella long and im sorry.

Characters: Kenny Omega/OC

Warnings: Alcohol, angst, MILD smut, fluff.

(gif credit: @toosweetme)

I took a swig of my beer, before I practically slammed it down on the table.

You’ve got this, Ella. If he shows up, just ignore him.

I felt a nudge on my side, snapping me out of my daze. “You doin’ okay?” Marty asked.

I nodded at him quickly, returning my attention to my alcohol. I heard an audible sigh come from him, “If you keep acting like this, you’re only going to draw attention to yourself, and how uncomfortable you are.”

“I’m not uncomfortable, Marty. I’m just…” I droned off, not bothering to continue my sentence. Marty excused himself leaving me with my drink and the Bucks on opposite ends of the table.

Truth be told I wasn’t anything; mostly because I wasn’t allowing myself to feel anything. My plan was to enjoy my night out with my friends, and not let Kenny Omega and his inability to think with anything but his dick ruin that for me.

“Els! Come grab a shot with me?” Matt offered.

I perked up at his behest, “Definitely.”

Matt ordered quite literally a whole tray of sake shots, and as we waited for them, I began to loosen up.

Matt cleared his throat suddenly, “Look, I know this probably isn’t my place, but you’re my friend, hell one of my best friends, and Kenny is too. I just don’t want to have the two of you lose a great friendship over this…”

I nodded as he spoke. He was right, I knew what I was getting when I fell for Kenny. I just never expected things to turn so sour so quickly.

Kenny and I had never see each other as more than friends. Ever. At least I didn’t, then one night it just clicked.

…and by clicked, I mean we fucked.

***

“Please let me help you…” Kenny chuckled.

I hiccuped, “Listen you, go back to the party, I’m f-fine!” I laughed, practically falling face first into the side of the elevator.

I was drunk as a skunk and everyone knew it.

“Ella, I swear to God you are the most stubborn person I’ve ever known.” Kenny said grabbing my arm to stabilize me.

I leaned into him and laid my head on his strong shoulder, “Yeah but you love me for it.” I inhaled his scent, he smelled like man and sex and ecstasy. Again, I’m pretty sure this is the alcohol talking.

He kissed my forehead, as the elevator reached my floor. “Let’s go drunky.”

***

I pushed open my hotel room door, Kenny following swiftly behind me.

“Alright Beautiful, Let’s get you in bed.” Kenny held my waist, guiding me into the dimly lit hotel room.

I groaned to myself, “Ughhh, I don’t wanna be alone.” I flopped myself on the edge of the bed, bending down, unstrapping my heels.

Kenny walked toward the bathroom, “You know you contradict yourself a lot? A second ago you told me to go back to the party.” I heard the bathroom door click closed and decided to hurry up and change for bed.

The room was spinning as I undressed, barely able to make out what I was ripping off from where. I was stood in the middle of the room,  and my black thong and matching bra, searching for my pajamas.

“Oh…right.” I mumbled to myself, remembering they were in the bathroom.

I stumbled through the room, and knocked on the door leaning against the frame, “Ken, I need my pjs.”

He swung open the door, “Fuck you’re–” I watched his eyes scan me up and down, “Whoa.”

I snuck by him, grabbing my clothes off the vanity. “What?” I asked.

Kenny cleared his throat, “Ella the tequila may have stolen my filter,  but you look,” He bit his bottom lip, “Incredible.”

My face burned at his compliment, and from my current state of intoxication. “Ken you’ve seen me in my gear, this isn’t that different is it?.” I spun around, giving him a nice view of my round behind, teasing him a bit.

He ran his hand over his face, “Oh-ho-ho, you have no idea…”

I climbed onto the bed, Kenny following quickly after me. I rested on the edge of the bed, my knees dug into the mattress to keep me from wobbling.

I reached out for Kenny and grabbed both sides of his lapel, pulling him into me slowly.

“Still want me to stay?” He asked almost hopeful, placing his hands on my hips.

I paused for a moment, allowing my eyes to connect with his. I saw a hunger in them, one that made a throbbing erupt from between my legs.

“I do.” I breathed.

Kenny brought his face close to mine. “Is this okay?” He asked.

I nodded. He brushed his lips against mine, and ran his rough fingertips up and down my sides. “Is that okay?”

I swallowed hard, “Yes.”

Without hesitation, Kenny kissed me. Hard. His hands searching for every curve my body had…

***

And the rest is history.

Except for the past few weeks, Kenny hadn’t spoken to me outside of work. He stopped calling, stopped texting…everything just stopped and he was gone. Kenny was never just gone, he always woke up with me, our limbs tangled together. He would kiss me good morning, then ask if I wanted to grab breakfast.

“Ella? Did you hear me?” Matt asked, eyebrows raised.

I looked to him quickly, “Hm? Oh yeah. Thanks, Matt.” I said. Truth be told, I stopped listening. I’m sure he was just telling me what everyone was telling me. At this point, I was sick of hear it.

I downed another shot, before excusing myself. “Matt, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom.”

His eyes widened. “But Ella didn’t you–”

“Matt,” I interrupted. “I’m fine.” I gently rubbed his shoulder before turning to walk–or stumble my way. The bar was dim, and smelled like an odd combo of memories and mistakes.

As I turned the corner I stumbled and slammed into the wall.

“Fuck…” I said as I hit the ground.

I heard a gruff laugh, “Nice mouth.” I looked up to see a strong hand held out for me.

God has a sick sense of humor. I thought to myself, realizing Matt must have been trying to warn me.

“You just gonna hang out on the floor all night?” Kenny said sarcastically.

I begrudgingly held my hand out, allowing him to help me up. I rose to my feet, crossing my arms in front of me.

“Thanks.” I spat.

Kenny smiled softly, brushing a stay piece of hair out of my face. “No problem, Els.”

I continued toward the bathroom, a billion thoughts running through my head. Does he hate me now? Was I not good enough for him? Has he moved on to someone else? Someone better than me?

“That’s it.” I grit my teeth together, and stomped back towards Kenny.

“Hey!” I shouted at him as he walked away. His head turned towards me, stopping mid step.

“You. Me. Outside…now.” I grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and yanked him towards the door.

He walked with no hesitation. Outside onto the dirty street, and down the small side road next to the bar, he finally stopped to perch against the brick siding.

Kenny’s eyes bore holes into mine. There he was. Right in front of me, and I had every opportunity to say everything I was feeling.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

…and I choked.

“What?” He asked offended.

“What nothing!” I yelled. “You’ve completely ignored me for the past few weeks. You can barely be in my presence for more than two  minutes without finding a reason to leave!” I was screaming at the top of my lungs, and it felt damn good.

I took a deep breath, “You made me feel like shit, Ken. You made me feel used. Was that your plan? Get your dick wet, then ignore me for the rest of your life?”

Kenny took a step towards me. “Are you done?”

I scoffed, “Unbelievable! I can’t believe I was stupid enough to think Kenny Omega could ever give two fucks about me.”

“Don’t say that…you know I care about you.” He said, hurt painting his words.

“No you don’t. You cared about having someone you could fuck on a moments notice, well jokes on me huh.” I flipped him off, walking away swiftly but he pulled me back.

“Oh no, you don’t get to scream at me like a psycho then just walk away.” He held me still so I couldn’t leave. I snatched my arms back and crossed them in front of me.

“What could you possibly have to say to me to–” Kenny put a finger to my lips. “Ella, please, as much as I love your voice, just…shh.”

Kenny stepped back and brushed his hair back. “I haven’t been with anyone else.”

My eyes flashed to him. “What?” I asked.

“You. The last time we we’re together, you we’re the last person I was with.” He said confidently.

I rolled my eyes, “What does that matter Ken?”

“I don’t know. I’m just offended that you think so fucking little of me.”  He rested his hands on his hips. My head was so foggy from the booze that I couldn’t tell what emotion he put behind that sentence.

“You haven’t exactly given me a reason to think otherwise.” I said, slurring my words despite my best efforts.

“Really? So I guess the years of friendship before any of this happened were pointless?” It was Kenny’s turn to get loud now. I guess I kinda deserve it.

A chill ran up my spine, the cold air registering with my flush body causing me to shiver. Kenny noticed, and stopped his pacing to walk toward me.

He let out a small laugh, before removing his jacket and placing it over my shoulders. “See? I’m not this heartless monster you made me out to be.”

This is the Kenny I knew. Sweet, and kind and always taking care of everyone. “Thank you.” I smiled softly.

“Did you ever think that maybe I didn’t want to hurt you?” He mumbled suddenly.

“What?” I questioned.

He cleared his throat. “Ella I’m not good at this stuff. I don’t know how to do the whole one girl thing.”

I scoffed, “Did I ever ask you for that?”

“No, but it’s what you deserve.” He spoke.

“Kenny, I knew what I was getting when we started whatever we were doing.” And that was true. I needed someone and so did he. We were more than comfortable with one another and it seemed to be enough, until my dumbass caught feelings.

“I was sick to my fucking stomach thinking about you with someone else. I couldn’t sleep without you next to me. I don’t know when I became such a fucking softy.” He laughed.

I placed a hand on his cheek. “Why did you just up and disappear then?” I said.

He sighed. “I needed to know if what I was feeling was something or if we had just gotten too comfortable with each other.”

I looked up to his eyes, “Well?” I asked.

He paused before he spoke, obviously trying to word what he wanted to say, “I fell for you, Els. I fell hard. I know I’ve been dick and I’m sorry. If you’d give me the time, I promise I’ll spend as long as you’d like making it up to you.”

My heart skipped a beat as he spoke. I didn’t know what to do beside stretch up and kiss him.

…and that’s exactly what I did.

I tangled my hands in his hair, our mouths getting familiar with one another again. Kenny pulled back and rested his forehead on mine. “I’ve missed that, Els.”

“Me too.” I said.

He stood up, offering me his hand. “C'mon. Let’s go celebrate with our nosey friends.” Kenny said gesturing to Nick and Matt’s faces in the window.

I took his hands and gripped it tight, “Can I buy my girl a drink?” He asked as he held the door.

My stomach churned at his offer. “Not a chance, Babe.”

[imagineproduce101]

Don’t Play

Im Youngmin is your brother’s best friend. You happen to have a huge crush on him.

angst and fluff ish?

some weird non idol au

kim donghyun is your older brother

warning: this includes unsafe/underage (?) drinking and sexual harassment. 

part two

You sighed, staring up at the white ceiling of your bedroom. It was hot—too hot—and all you wanted was some ice cream. You could get up and go to the corner store a block away to get some, but it was too hot to even go outside.

You rolled over onto your stomach, kicking your bare legs up to try and get some cool air on them. Normally you didn’t wear shorts, but this heat made you bend the rules a bit.

“Yah, Kim Donghyun, can you go get some ice cream?” You shouted loudly to the room across from yours. Donghyun, your brother, was always bugging you to go buy food, citing your younger age as a reason for you to go.

“I’m playing Overwatch!” He yelled back, making you roll your eyes.

“Okay, and?”

“And that means no!”

You groaned, shoving your face into your pillow. Even that was hot.

“It’s fine, I can go,” you heard Im Youngmin say quietly with a chuckle, making you freeze. You had no idea that Youngmin was over today, despite the fact that he practically lived at your house. Youngmin, Donghyun’s best friend, was quite possibly the most handsome guy you’d seen in your life, and you’d been crushing on him for as long as you could remember.

“(Y/N), I’m going to the store,” Youngmin knocked before sticking his head into your room (something Donghyun would never do). “You want me to pick up anything for you?”

“Yeah, just some chocolate ice cream,” you replied, rolling off the bed with a thump to grab your wallet.

“Oh no, it’s fine, I can pay,” Youngmin sent you a smile, “it’s a thank you for all the times Donghyun’s forced you to buy food.”

“HYUNG, STOP FLIRTING WITH MY SISTER AND GO BUY THE ICE CREAM!”

Youngmin rolled his eyes at Donghyun’s words before sending you another smile. “I’ll be right back!”

You waited breathlessly for Youngmin to leave the house before dragging yourself over to Donghyun’s room.

“For the love of God, Buddha and anyone else out there, can you please not embarrass me like that?” You hissed furiously as he mashed the keys on his keyboard, eyes glued to his computer screen.

“What?” Donghyun shrugged, “you like him, he likes you. I’m just out here doing my baby sister a favor.”

“No, you’re embarrassing me,” you replied, slapping him on the back of the head, “I hope you lose.”

“What harsh words for a man who’s just trying to help,” Donghyun called after you as you left his room, slamming the door after you.

Donghyun knew about your crush on Youngmin, and kept insisting that Youngmin liked you back, but it never seemed to make sense. Yeah, Youngmin was nice to you and all, but he was just a nice guy—it didn’t mean that he liked you romantically.

“One chocolate ice cream for the lady,” Youngmin knocked on the door again, making you scurry over and grab the ice cream, thanking him profusely. He smiled down at you as you pressed the cool container against your flushed cheeks.

“Thanks again, Youngmin,” you thanked him with a smile, already shoving a spoon of ice cream into your mouth. He was about to re-enter Donghyun’s room when he paused, turning to face you.

“Hey, by the way, there’s this party later tonight, over at Ong Seongwoo’s house,” he said casually. You could have sworn that his cheeks were turning a bit pink, but you chalked it up to the heat. “I’m assuming that Donghyun didn’t tell you, so I was wondering if you’d want to go.”

“Who’s going?” You asked through your mouthful of ice cream.

“THE USUAL PEOPLE,” Donghyun yelled loudly, “YOUNGMIN, PLEASE STOP ASKING MY SISTER ON DATES SO THAT WE CAN ACTUALLY BEAT THIS LEVEL.” Youngmin shot you an annoyed look, to which you snickered in response.

“So I’ll see you there?” Youngmin asked hopefully.

“What do you mean, see you there?” You joked, punching him in the arm, “you’re probably gonna stay here and eat our food until it’s time to leave.”

“YOUNGMIN PLEASE.”

Youngmin sighed in exasperation, “I should probably get back to the five year old,” he grinned at you, “it’ll be fun, I promise.”

Even though you’d told Youngmin that you’d stay home before the party, you ended up going over to one of your friend’s house to get ready with her (Youngmin and Donghyun had been too caught up in their video game to really grasp that you were leaving).

Yoojung, Doyeon and Sohye were already at Somi’s house by the time you got there.

“You took forever, (Y/N),” Yoojung complained, shoving the clothes she’d picked out for you at you.

“And you didn’t even do your makeup?” Somi giggled.

“Hey, I brought my makeup bag with me,” you protested, wriggling into the ripped black jean shorts that Yoojung had picked. After yanking on the loose white tank top, you let Somi apply the makeup to your face.

“I hope Woojin’s there,” Sohye sighed from her position sprawled out on Somi’s bed.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Doyeon snickered at Sohye’s dreamy face.

“Um, yes I do?” Sohye sat up, glaring at your best friend, “he’s amazing, a great dancer, and adorable.”

“Hey, (Y/N), is your brother going?” Yoojung asked.

“Yes, and you are not hitting on my brother,” you replied, closing your eyes to let Somi carefully line them.

“If your brother’s going, doesn’t that mean Youngmin’s going too?” Sohye asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Guys, maybe tonight’s the night?” Yoojung teased you, “maybe the lovebirds will finally get together.”

“Aw, leave her alone,” Somi giggled, “she’s blushing.”

You rolled your eyes, letting the girls tease you a bit more before it was time to head out. You pulled on the black ankle boots that you’d arrived in, heading over to where Yoojung’s car was parked haphazardly in the Jeon’s driveway.

new text from: youngminnie^^

>>so I guess we are meeting you there?

Haha yeah

My friends wanted me to come over

So that’s what I ended up doing

>>wow lame

>>u highkey ditched me

>>and now im stuck with donghyun the five year old

Hahaha im sorry

Pls forgive me

>>lol we got here abt five mins ago

>>find us when you get the chance!

“(y/n), get off your phone, we’re here!” Yoojung exclaimed, carefully parking her car at the curb. Even a block away, you could hear the loud bass of the music playing at Seongwoo’s house.

Like all of Ong Seongwoo’s parties, there were copious amounts of booze, dancing and making out. Everyone had a beer or Solo cup in hand, and you could have sworn you saw a group of people doing body shots in the kitchen.

“Let’s go get some drinks,” Doyeon yelled over the loud music. You all nodded, heading to the kitchen.

“Hey ladies,” Choi Minki greeted you all from where he stood at the kitchen counter mixing drinks. You accepted the offered red cup filled with some sort of unknown alcohol, taking small sips of it as your friends made their way back to the dance floor.

The music, as usual, was good—Seongwoo had good music taste, if nothing else. You spent a good portion of the night just dancing with your friends, completely forgetting about finding Youngmin.

“Hey,” Yoojung giggled in your ear, obviously tipsy, “where’s your brother? I wanna say hi!”

“Oh, I dunno, actually,” you realized that you hadn’t seen him the whole night, “stay with the girls, I’ll go find him.” You detached yourself from Yoojung in pursuit of your brother, trying the kitchen first.

“Hey, Minki, have you seen Donghyun or Youngmin recently?” you asked the blond, who was chatting with Jonghyun, Aron and Dongho.

“I think I saw them with the other guys out on the back patio,” Dongho mentioned helpfully, jabbing his thumb in that general direction.

“Thanks dude,” you sent him a smile, setting off towards the back patio. A bunch of guys were sitting out there—your brother, Youngmin, Park Jihoon, Bae Jinyoung, Ha Minho, Park Woojin, Ahn Hyeongseob, Zhu Jung Jung, Huang Justin, and Lee Euiwoong, to name a few.

“She’s hot,” you heard Jihoon agree, as a few of the guys laughed.

“(Y/N), though,” Ha Minho said appreciatively, “would smash.”

You felt yourself bristle at the way you, and apparently other girls, were being talked about. Some of the guys you could see would partake in something like this, but Youngmin? Your brother?

“Dude, hands off, she’s Youngmin’s,” Hyeongseob joked, making you freeze.

“I totally forgot about that,” Minho chuckled, “Youngmin, whatever happened to that bet?”

Donghyun turned to Youngmin, a deadly look on his face. “What bet?”

“Yeah, Im Youngmin,” you snapped, drawing attention to yourself from where you stood by the back door, arms closed across his chest. “What bet?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” Minho smirked evilly, “I would have thought loverboy here would have told you something. He had a bet with a few guys about when you two would get together.”

“What the hell, dude,” Donghyun hissed. However, you couldn’t tear your eyes from Youngmin, and couldn’t ignore the swirl of emotions in your stomach.

“I can’t believe I ever thought you were nice,” you snapped before storming back into the house, trying to hold back tears.

“Hey (Y/N), did you find them?” Minki asked cheerfully.

“Yeah, I found them,” you replied shakily, leaning against the kitchen counter. “What kind of drinks do you have?”

“Hey, you okay?” Jonghyun asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You smiled at his concern, still a bit numb from that whole interaction.

“I’m fine,” you said quietly, spotting a bottle of tequila and grabbing it.

“Woah, woah, that’s way more than one shot,” Dongho reached out to slow the speed at which you were pouring, trading a look with his friends.

“That’s kind of the idea,” you replied, downing the tequila quickly, relishing the burn in your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of your friends, abandoning your cup and the boys in favor of them.

As soon as your friends saw you, they dragged you out to the dancefloor and you began moving to the beat easily, taking sips from Doyeon’s cup occasionally. You rocketed straight past tipsy to straight-up drunk, eager to forget what had happened earlier that night.

“Hey, babe,” you heard someone say into your ear, coming up behind you as you danced, “what do you say to coming home with me tonight?”

“Hm?” you turned around in confusion, not really sure what was going on. Ha Minho stood there, one arm around your waist. “Hey, I don’t want your hand there.” You tried to bat his hand away, but he maintained his grip.

“Come on, don’t be a tease,” Minho smirked at you, and you barely registered him coming closer and closer to you before you reacted.

“Get the hell away from her, punk!”

Just as you kneed Minho clumsily in the groin, Youngmin came up behind him, yanking him off you and delivering a strong punch to his jaw. Minho laid on the floor, one hand on his crotch, the other on his jaw.

“You okay?” He asked breathlessly, taking your face into his hands. You frowned up at him, vision getting a bit fuzzy.

“You don’t even care about me,” you slurred, feeling tears begin to well up. Youngmin sighed, leading you off of the dance floor.

“(Y/N), I care about you more than you know,” he said quietly, eyes scanning over your frame to make sure you weren’t hurt in any way. You stood there in Seongwoo’s hall, wiping your eyes and sniffling, not really aware of the world around you. “Youngmin-ah, can you take me home please?” You asked softly, reaching out to take his hand. “I just want to go home.”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Youngmin squeezed your hand, leading you out of the house carefully. The night air washed over your skin, making you shiver.

“Wow, the stars look like…” you trailed off, pointing up at the sky, “like rice! It’s like rice, in the sky!” Youngmin handed you his sweatshirt, giving you one of his small smiles. After tugging the large sweatshirt on, you took his hand again, sighing. “Youngminnie, why do you have to be so perfect? Why did I have to go and like you?”

“(Y/N), you’re drunk,” Youngmin said quietly as you turned a corner. A car crept by slowly, its headlights casting a golden light on the two of you. You groaned at the bright light, covering your eyes with the sleeves of Youngmin’s sweatshirt.

“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I don’t like you,” you replied grumpily, glaring up at him.

“Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow morning when you’re sober?” Youngmin asked, carefully straightening the sweatshirt so that it was on your body correctly. “I can give you a piggyback ride if you want?”

“Yes, please,” you muttered, clamboring onto his back when he bent over. As he lifted you up, you nuzzled your nose into his neck, sniffing deeply.

“(Y/N), are you smelling me?” Youngmin asked with a laugh, looking back at you.

“Yes,” you replied defiantly, “you smell good!”

“Sniff away, I guess,” Youngmin smiled at your cute mannerisms. The gentle scent of Youngmin’s cologne and the steady rhythm of his walking lulled you to sleep, already exhausted by everything that had happened that day.

“She’s still not awake yet?” You heard Donghyun’s incredibly annoying voice snicker.

“Let her sleep, I put her through a lot last night,” Youngmin’s much lower voice responded, “also, could you get out? I was planning on this being romantic, not nerdy.”

Romantic?

Slowly, you rolled over and opened your eyes to face Youngmin and Donghyun; Donghyun was sprawled out on your beanbag, and Youngmin was pacing back and forth nervously, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“She’s awake dude, she’s awake,” Donghyun hissed, before sending you a sickly sweet smile, “good morning, my lovely sister.”

“Get the hell out.”

“Message received, Jesus Christ,” Donghyun grumbled, heaving himself out of the beanbag and out the door. Youngmin stared down at you, cheeks a bit red.

“I assume it’s pretty obvious as to why I’m here,” Youngmin said nervously, still pacing back and forth. “You remember what happened last night, right?”

“Just way what you wanted to say, Youngmin,” you said in exasperation.

“Well, first off, I like you,” Youngmin said bluntly, “and it’s true that I had that bet.” You frowned, not really sure where this was going. “And it’s going to sound like I’m making excuses, but I did it to protect you.”

“Are you serious?” You groaned, flopping back so that your head hit the pillow. “You’re going with the “it was to protect your honor”?”

“Believe it or not, yeah,” Youngmin sighed, taking the seat at your desk. “See, all of us guys know Ha Minho will go after any girl with a cute face, and obviously, you have a cute face. I started to notice that he was taking interest in you, and I had Woojin get him to think about the idea of starting a bet with me, cuz I know how seriously Minho takes the whole masculine pride thing. As soon as he thought he came up with the idea, I knew he was going to stay away from you.”

“That makes no sense,” you responded, forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“Basically, Minho thought that he was the one who came up with betting with me when I’d get together with you,” Youngmin explained, “I knew he wouldn’t try any shit with you, since he wanted to win the bet himself.”

“Oh.” You pondered his explanation for a moment. “Donghyun knows about this?”

“He knows now,” Youngmin replied, “I knew he wouldn’t be down for it if I just told him, but I didn’t want to see you get hurt by Ha Minho.”

“And you didn’t once think that maybe I could take care of myself?” You asked, arms folded across your chest.

“No, no, no, that’s not it at all!” Youngmin shook his head desperately, “I have no doubt in my mind that you can take care of yourself, but I didn’t even want it to get to that; I would rather protect you my own way than for you to have to waste energy protecting yourself.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” you sniffed, not meeting his eyes. Youngmin visibly perked up.

“Does that mean that you forgive me?” He asked excitedly, adorable smile melting your insides.

Conceal, don’t feel (Y/N)!

“Maybe,” you replied coolly, “I’ll forgive you if—and only if—you buy me chocolate ice cream.”

“How about we go get ice cream for our first date?” Youngmin asked, winking at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and you threw your pillow at him.

“Yah, who said anything about a first date?”

“Oh, Youngminnie, why do you have to be so perfect?” He imitated in a high-pitched voice.

“I do not sound like that!” You yelled, grabbing the flowers that he’d gotten and hitting him with it.

“STOP FLIRTING AND JUST DATE ALREADY,” Donghyun yelled.

“FUCK OFF, LOSER,” you yelled back, before turning back to the eager boy in front of you. “Fine. One date. No roasting me about last night and what I said, though.” Youngmin grinned, grabbing one of your hands and placing a delicate kiss there.

“I promise you won’t regret it, (Y/N).” Youngmin promised with a smile. “I’ll do my best to never hurt you again.”

Read Part Two here