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                                            — Little Darlin’

genre: fluff

pairing: yuta x reader

summary: yuta takes you on a 50′s themed date ♡

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“My darling I need you To call my own And never do wrong To hold in mine Your little hand I’ll know too soon That I’ll so pray Please hold my hand”

- “Little Darlin’” by the Diamonds (1957)

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Your doorbell rang, precisely at 5pm, as he said he would. You smooth the ruffles of your dress down, anxiety taking over you. -This is a real date, sweetie, no turning back-, you thought to yourself, your hands shaking as you opened the door. There he stood, suited up, his hair ever so slightly pushed back with gel, and a radiant smile. You huffed a sigh of relief, as you watched his hands fidget with the material on his pants. “Yuta,” you breathed, as he handed you a bouquet of red roses, all the same height and color, and the smell was definitely intoxicating. He stepped closer to you, his cologne attacked your senses, leaving you in a slightly trace-like state. “Hi, baby. Don’t you look fine this evening,” Yuta said, a smirk adorning his face, as he took your hand in his. You blushed, and he squeezed your hand. You couldn’t wait for this day to come, Yuta had been hinting at this for months, and you were constantly on your toes when this day was mentioned. You had always loved the 50′s, a time when milkshake dates and drive-in theaters were a thing. You remembered your grandmother always reminisce about the 1950s, telling you about the crazy stuff she did with her friends, the trouble she used to get into with her parents, and of course; how she met your grandfather. You had always wanted a love like that, you hoped and dreamed about it. Then you met Yuta, the out going soccer player, in high school. Your head spun when he was around, and you knew he was the one. All through college, and after graduation, he was attached to your hip. You knew this was the love you dreamed of. You knew this was your 50′s love story.

Yuta walked you down to his car, the shiny, black surface reflecting the sun’s rays. Your fingers twirled the curls in your hair, all held together by the pink ribbon your grandmother gave to you as a child. -I can’t believe I still have this-, you chided at yourself as you remembered the excitement you felt when you found the artifact, as you got into the car, with Yuta holding the car door for you. He got in from the driver’s side and started the car, the radio playing an Elvis song. You giggled as he started to sing along to it, his sweet voice better than what Elvis Presley could provide the audience with, although your grandmother would argue. The ride was smooth, the songs switching from the rockier tone of Elvis, to the smoother tone of Johnny Cash, you couldn’t help but sway your upper body to the Yuta singing along to “I Walk the Line”, the smooth guitar going along with his voice. 

It was getting dark outside, the street lights began to light up, and you felt like you were in your fantasies as a child. Yuta turned the car to the left, revealing a diner, with more Elvis Presley playing. The neon lights flashed all around the building, illuminating Yuta’s face, the natural glow on his skin accentuated. He took your hand and burst through the door, the scene inside was lively. People huddled around a jukebox, shoving quarters in it to play more. Some were dancing along, some sang. You never felt so young before, the music pumping in your veins. Yuta found a booth, sliding in after you. His face millimeters away from you, his hot breath fanned over your lips. “Baby, you look stunning today,” he whispered against the skin of your neck, smirking when he felt you shiver. 

“Now, now,” he whispered, giggling as he kissed your cheek, “let’s order milkshakes,” he grinned, his teeth prominant as he browsed through the menu. You remembered your grandmother letting you on a little secret. “If you ever order a milkshake, always get fries with it, my dear. Because if you do that, you can dip the fries in the shake, and it tastes amazing!” your grandmother would say whenever you ask her about her favorite food. 

The waiter stood by your table, waiting for either you or Yuta to order. You finally spoke up, “I-I’ll order the chocolate banana milkshake, two straws, and a plate of fries, please,” you smiled, and she smiled back, nodding in understanding at your plan. Yuta looked puzzled, frazzled at the thought of what your ordered. “F-fries? really, babe?” he asked, playing with your fingers on the table. “Wait and watch, baby. Just wait and watch,” you say, a smirk spreading across your face. As you waited for the shake and fries, you observed young lovers canoodling in booths and making kissy faces at each other. Some dressed like you, some dressed in your everyday clothes, from jeans and a t-shirt, to even a romper. Most of the customers got up for the next dance, as the jukebox played your grandfather’s favorite song, “Hound Dog” by Elvis Presley, memories of him dancing with you as a baby came back. The way he would carry you as Elvis sang, swaying his old body with the music, the big grin on his face when you got into the groove. 

Yuta grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the booth, Elvis’ voice booming in the diner. He spun you around, but kept you close. His arm around you hip, and yours around his shoulder, as you danced to the music. Your heels clicked against the floor, the beat getting faster. Yuta spun you around faster, sweat collecting on your foreheads towards the end. When the song ended, the diner was filled with hollers and claps as customers took their seats again, ready for their meals. 

Your milkshake and fries finally arrived, the sparkle in your eye when you remembered your grandmother’s words. You put the straws into the drink, the mix of chocolate and banana heavenly, the calories you were gaining pushed into the back of your mind. Yuta chuckled at your eagerness, and followed suit. “Now, for what you’ve been waiting for,” you say, and pick up a hot fry from the plate, ignoring the useless condiments proved to the side. You scooped the milkshake with the fried potato, making sure to gather some of the whipped cream from the top too. “Here,” you say as you give Yuta the chip, his eyebrow cocked in confusion. “Really? You really think this would taste good?” Yuta mumbled, an unsettling feeling forming in his stomach. “Here goes nothing,” he whispers, a forced smile appearing on his face as he bit down. His expression changed from a disgusted one to a shocked one, a laugh erupting from your chest. You proceeded to get yourself a fry and make one for yourself, the taste was beyond heavenly. The mix of sweet and salt danced on your tongue, the whipped cream adding a different texture. 

You finished your milkshake, the fries on the plate non existent. Yuta paid the bill, even though you insisted on paying, since you ate and drank majority of the stuff. Yuta pulled his, “I’m a man, I can pay” card out, which got on your nerves. You twiddled your thumbs, waiting for the waiter to be back, your legs swinging in the booth, a slow song played on the jukebox. People had shuffled to the middle of the diner, with foreheads pressed against each other and smiles exchanged, and a few kisses. 

With still no sign of the waiter, Yuta pulled you along to slow dance, your heart racing as your hot bodies pressed against each other. You rest your head on his broad chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a calm trance. He pressed kisses on your head, his body moved yours to the music. You were in bliss. He removed one of his arms from around you, a little bit of cold air rush in between you. You lift your chin up and looked deeply in your eyes and said, “My darling I need you, To call my own, And never do wrong, To hold in mine, Your little hand, I’ll know too soon, That I’ll so pray, Please hold my hand,” the lyrics to the song rolling off his tongue, the sweet serenade ended with his soft lips on yours, the taste of the shake and fries evident on his lips. He pulled away from you, and mumbled a marvelous, “I love you, baby.” You nuzzled your face against neck and kissed the tanned skin and mumbled, “I love you too, baby.”

Yuta pulled away from you completely, his eyes full of shock. “W-what is it, Yuta?” you asked, the dress doing no justice in making you feel warm. “We still need to pay.” He said, a giggle erupting from the both of you. This is what you wanted, this was the love you dreamed of.

author’s note: THE END!!!!!!! this is to my soft yuta stans here ♡ I love you guys, and I hope you liked this short lil imagine :)~