#i keep writing drabbles when I should be finishing my takeomi fic

[taixju]

SDCJHABDABJS IDOL!YŪJI !!! IDOL!YŪJI IDOL!YŪJI IDOL!YŪJI IDOL!YŪJI !!!!! :SCREAM: a-after getting any win at all, he brings his pretty manager out for dinner or buys takeout to their place and shows his gratitude if u know what i mean ..... wink (and yes i mainly stan nct huehue)

DKFHSKSN omg this is all your fault - can’t stop thinking about this HAHAHAH

cw: fluff, idol yuuji x reader

“Yuuji, what’re you doing here?” You quickly tug him inside your apartment, “What if someone saw you?”

You look outside, giving a quick glance around before shutting the door, making sure to lock it as you turn around. Sheepishly, he holds up a bag filled with take out boxes.

“Got your favorite?” He bites his lip, “Thought we could spend the evening together?”

Cluelessly you sigh, walking over to the kitchen to bring out some plates and utensils. He follows quietly behind you.

“Don’t you see enough of me at work?” you chuckle, “I would’ve thought you’d be tired of me by now.”

“I’ll never get tired of you,” he murmurs softly, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. Your apartment was small — more like a studio really with everything within reach in the small box like room. He tugs on your shirt, pulling you close so that you’re standing in between his legs.

“You always take care of me,” he looks up, still hanging onto your clothing, “Lemme take care of you, yeah?”