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coffee-for-himchan · 6 years ago

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scary love | jongup

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Genre/warnings: fluff, university AU, post-university AU, shy!reader

Summary: Developing a crush and falling in love for the first time was scary af, but he knew you weren’t scared of him. More of the possibility of screwing your chanced with him up

(A/N) This is not entirely, but somewhat partially inspired by The Neighbourhood's song "Scary Love", as I'm slowly starting to psych myself up for attending their concert this week and this is one of my favorites off of their most recent album.

Everything seemed so, so scary in the beginning.

First, it was the sudden realization that your eyes trailed over to where he sat at in the very back of the room way too often. Way too often for it to be considered an accident or an unintentional amount of looks, at least. Each time, he wouldn't notice anything to be off, would just occasionally turn his head when talking to a coursemate or when in need for peaking at somebody else's notes. Completely unaware of somebody watching him subtly.

At those rare moments when his head somehow shot into your direction, your eyes would go wide and you'd look elsewhere. Sometimes it resulted in brief eye contact before you'd frantically turn your head, but you assured yourself that it was fine, he wouldn't think anything of it. He didn't know you. He probably wouldn't think that anybody he didn't properly know would notice him in first place.

And that would scare you. The fact that he might notice that you'd noticed him in this absurd mass of people.

Then there was the fact that everything about him seemed to spark some sort of interest in you recently. There wasn't anything particularly noteworthy about him, or at least it seemed like there shouldn't be, since he was rather quiet, not too quiet but not a loud conversationalist either, often passive when it came to social interactions or activities, without any noteworthy study achievements under his belt, without much intention to shine among his fellow coursemates. His face, though not lacking defined lines and magnificently sharp bone structure, according to beauty standard, wasn't the one of a model's, and his slightly shortish frame seemed to always disappear in the masses.

Still, he was noticeable. He may not be everyone's cup of tea, but he certainly had a charm to him that others did not possess, even when he was showing up to lectures in stretched out sweatpants, oversized tent-like shirts and a bedhead. He was your cup of tea. It was hard to tear your eyes away from the sight.

And that's what truly scared you. The fact that one second you were trying to get by with your life, trying not to drown, trying to make yourself believe that everything was alright even though you knew it certainly wasn't, and the next thing you know you're daydreaming about him. About him coming up to you, smiling a little. Sheepishly sliding his fingers in between yours as the fingertips of his other hand tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek. Him, after seeing you curled pouty lip and tired eyes, just cradling the back of your head with a large, warm hand, and pulling you into his chest, or, well, shoulder - you always tended to imagine him a little taller than he actually was, but only by accident, and re-imagined everything the second you spotted your mistake. And from then on the daydream sort of evaporated. One moment he was there, holding you tightly and calmly like an island in the middle of an upcoming storm, and the next moment you were back in class, alone.

You never dared to imagine more than that. For various reasons.

Thing is, you felt like you were obligated to not need anybody's comfort. You'd lived for so long without it that you felt it was only logical to go on that way. It was stupid, really, the way most humans were made to long for attention even when they could live without it just fine. You fell into that little tiny part of society that longed for something they had restrained themselves away from. That was your everyday.

But the warm feeling that spreads across your cheeks when you're walking through the hallway right behind him or the thumping of your heart when he was near, your mind telling you not to look despite knowing you wouldn't listen anyways - it was all there. The only signs that were required for you to realize.

It was scary, developing feelings for somebody. Especially when it was your first time doing so, and when that somebody was as far away from you as Pluto was from the Sun. Light years away, light years ahead. Ethereal and unreachable and just an object to admire.

Sadly, admiring him from afar was a bit more challenging than first anticipated. What did you expect from somebody with zero high school sweetheart experience, not even a clue how it was to a find interest in somebody? A few unaware stares and shy remarks later, word started to spread around campus that (Y/N) had a crush on Jongup.

But it wasn't supposed to be this way. No one should've known about it. It was your secret. You weren't right for him anyways, what was there so special about you that he could possibly take interest in? Deep down in your heart, you wanted to believe it was nonsense. Partially at least. You didn't want anything to do with him. He stressed you out more than anything, and you were alright with just admiring him from afar. You didn't even want to imagine him hearing about the rumors in first place.

He did. And he shrugged them off. And it broke your heart.

One would think he'd have to react somehow, but he didn't. The naive little part of you was devastated not to see him glancing, not to see him approaching, but what did you expect? There was no obligation for him to do so if he wasn’t interested. He still acted like you didn't exist. He only knew your name. He didn't seem like he needed to know more than that. Although maybe he just didn't believe everything he heard.

Days went on. So did weeks, which turned into months, which ended up being another whole semester. Admiring from afar had become your specialty. Even far away at home and parted from everything and everyone while on break, he remained in your head for the whole time, somewhere at the back of your mind, the image of his strong arms wrapped around your waist being too addictive to be left alone and forgotten on nights when you couldn’t fall asleep. The longing you felt the second you saw him on the first day of the new hellish semester almost seemed desperate. It was desperate. You wanted him to notice you so bad.

And it was silly, how easily things sometimes came to be, but he did. Unpurposefully.

"Can I sit here?"

His voice, coming from nowhere, startled you enough to jump at it a little. Your eyes eventually found his, and with a pause that had started heading into the awkward direction, you finally nodded, realizing what he wanted.

(Y/N), talk, goddamnit.

"Yeah, s-sure."

Nice one. Two words, one stutter. Why can't you ever keep it together?

The little tingle in your voice came by him unnoticed, or at least he didn't throw you a glance or rethink his decisions of his today's location. With less grace than imagined, he plopped down into the chair next to yours, rummaging through his bag. In the corners of your eyes, you scanned the area where his usual seat was at. Some other bloke had comfortably nested in there, and by the arms carelessly thrown behind his head and the loud conversations he lead with nearby sitting people, it didn't look like he'd leave anytime soon.

"Crap..."

Before more curses could fall from Jongup's lips, the professor asked for everybody's attention, and he stopped fiddling around. With a tossed open notebook lying in front of him, he narrowed his eyes into the distance, his head resting on his arm. His lip having curled into a little unintentional pout and his cheek a little puffy.

Ten minutes in you realized he didn't bring anything to write with. Was it so hard to ask?

You slid a pen over to him without saying anything. Sort of hoping he wouldn't notice first, and eventually would just look down to the object neatly sitting in front of him, pretend that it had been there all along. Would take it and not say a word.

His eyes did register the movement across the table though. The look he gave you was grateful. A bit of that.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Well done. No stutter this time around.

Fifteen minutes more into the lecture you felt like he was watching you. And not just at moments, but all the time. It made you uneasy and before you knew it, you’d visibly stiffened up. Jongup raised a brow.

"I'm blind like a bat," he explained without much more to it, sheepishly poking at your fingers that were laid across some more words he wanted to copy into his notebook, "And forgetful of my glasses. I hope you don't mind."

He’s just copying your notes, take it easy. Just the notes.

Forgetful of his glasses.. Amongst other things. He was such a mess, but still caused all these feelings inside your chest, so you simply nodded and shoved your notebook a little closer to his side. Another quiet thank you escaped his lips, but you didn't want to respond.

It was scary. How nervous he got you by just sitting next to you. How nervous you felt to even open your mouth around him.

This became a daily thing. He would come, say a quiet hello. Sometimes he'd forget stationery and you'd pass it to him silently and generously. His glasses were more of a myth than an everyday occurrence, but the few times you'd actually seen them on his nose, they'd looked gloriously comfortable, suiting him well. The nervousness you felt around him didn't substitute or cease.

He'd stated your handwriting was better than the one of his previous desk buddy. once he'd even said he felt like he could concentrate here better than there, since you were completely silent and didn't constantly bug him. That’s why he’d apparently come to sit here. Fair point. Conversation really was kept at a minimum for various reasons, and for the better, you thought.

He seemed to hold similar beliefs. Until one day.

The note had appeared on your notebook randomly. As you glanced down at it in question, you were certain it hadn't been there just a moment ago, and threw the girl to your right a questioning look. A forced caught from the left made you jump a little. It seemed as if he wanted to tell you something with it. Cautiously, your fingers trailed over the folded piece of paper and opened it up, not looking over to him.

Jongup's scribbly handwriting was messily covering the page.

"Is that assignment due to next Tuesday? Did I hear correctly?"

Wasn't it easier to just ask you, not scribble a note? Raising your brow at him, you didn’t get a reply. He was looking right ahead, pretending to pay attention... Pretending, because the corners of his mouth were lifted in a little cheeky smirk, and you knew he was silently waiting for your reaction.

You inked your reply right underneath his question before passing it back to him. The next string of text was passed to you less than two minutes later.

And that's how it started.

Scribbly back-and-forth talk was comfortable for both of you. It didn’t really bother you to study, kept you entertained every free minute, but more than that, you could finally talk to him without constantly feeling too nervous to tie two words together.

Pages and notes started becoming too complicated. One day he showed up with an extra notebook, just for the talks. That notebook seemed to be the only thing consistent with him - he could forget everything, just not this. Because, for an odd reason, that would mean that your conversation would be cut short. And it had become a comfortable part of everyday life neither of you wanted to miss out on.

And it was scary, to start talking to him. But his method of doing it eased the situation.

It was a regular Friday afternoon. Last lecture before another weekend would roll around the corner. Your eyes registered Jongup’s movements, his pen once again inking words on a page of your conversation notebook. You let him finish his business, waited for him to sit back against the chair. As the professor’s monologue ceased and he started rummaging for some papers he was in need of in order to explain the final part of the topic, you let your eyes wander across the page.

“Why don’t you ever talk to me?”

It was so straightforward it made your heart race again. Jongup rarely asked anything. You looked over to him, wanting to open your mouth, wanting to get out some sort of sound. It didn’t happen. You lowered your eyes again, gulping down a knot that hat built in your throat. It felt different when you were talking to him through the notebook. The lined pages provided some sort of comfort and safety than an actual conversation didn’t. It was less open, less vulnerable.

You simply tapped at the page, to which he briefly looked into your eyes before leaning back up front. It was so quick, you didn’t anticipate the motion in the least. The moment you realized how close he was now, you instinctively pulled away a little.

“No, I mean as in actually talking. Why don’t you?”

He looked up to you again, seeming closer than before. Had he moved? Had he leaned in more? You felt too afraid to look away, too nervous to keep staring. He felt the anxiety coursing through your veins from a mile away. Practically heard your heart thumping against your chest. Yet he didn’t let up.

“Is it because you’re too shy?”

He didn’t look up, just paused after every written line. You remained quiet.

“Is it because you stutter every time you say something to me?”

You closed your eyes briefly, wanting to curse. He did notice. All this time, he had noticed and knew it. Why did he pretend he didn’t?

“Is it because you think I’m not alright with it?”

Would he be alright though? Wouldn’t it be annoying?

“Are you nervous around me?”

Nearby students started chatting quietly. Briefly glancing at the clock, you figured it was near end of the lecture. He was right. He always got you feeling nervous.

“Scared of me?”

Conversation from all around became louder. The professor was saying his final words for the day, about to dismiss everybody and wish them a hardworking and productive weekend. But you couldn’t possibly listen. Not now, in this situation.

“Do you like me?”

It honestly felt like your heart was about to stop. It was too much.

Before you noticed it, you were shoving your things away into your messenger bag. It was too much. He wasn’t supposed to know, but he knew. He wasn’t supposed to bring it up, because you’d grown used to just admiring him from afar. This Jongup that had cornered you today demanding for answers and the one you usually talked to through the notebook were two different people.

“Wait.”

His hand landed on your upper arm the very moment you rose from your chair and were literally about to run, his voice lingering in the little space above your heads for longer. Most people had left the room by now. You felt the palms of your hands covering in a thin layer of sweat as you slowly sat back in your chair, folded your arms over your lap and watched him grabbing his pen again.

He was writing for quite a while, during which you simply anxiously sat and waited with your eyes glued to your lap. And then, he closed the notebook. Looked back at you. Shoved it in front of you and stood up, leaving you with it. His fingers brushing down your arm gently before pulling away as he left you sitting there completely alone.

For the whole day you tried to forget about the notebook, but couldn’t. Curiosity was gnawing at you, and you finally caved in the moment you walked through your dormitory’s door, propping down on the couch and anxiously flipping through the pages.

There was so much conversation. With your heart beating immensely fast, you found the page he’d scribbled on today.

“Are you nervous around me?”

“Scared of me?”

“Do you like me?”

You stared at the bottom of the page, afraid to flip it over. It was scary, how much you feared he might write you off. How much you feared he might not sit next to you next Monday. How much you wanted him to.

Take a deep breath. Flip it over.

“Because I like you. A lot. I could write about it but I’d most definitely run out of pages, and we’d have to sit here for long. Until sunrise. And then some more, because I have a lot to say.”

It was so scary, to meet him the very next evening after you’d read this over and over again for several times, trying to reassure yourself that it wasn’t a bad joke or a blunt lie. But with a deep breath, you showed up at his dorm room’s door. In two hours time you were walking down nameless nightly streets hand in hand. In another hour conversation was a fluent thing that seemed to never have been missing in first place. In two more hours you were kissing right under the stars.

And it was scary too, but his soft lips moved against yours with such ease and grace that it felt like gravity had given up on the two of you, and you were floating somewhere mid-air in time and space, not belonging to a certain time frame or surroundings. Just his arms. The same arms you’d been wrapped up in all of your daydreams. Same arms that had locked you up safely in them because he knew. He knew you were afraid, but not of him. Just genuinely afraid of doing something wrong, because you wanted this so much, but just didn’t know how to do it.

He never took it for granted and always made it his priority to make you feel safe in your actions. And that’s how the fears started to cease.

Now, more than just a few years down the line, you looked back at that time with the fond smile of all playing across your lips. The photographs you’d finally finished sorting were now sitting in a fresh, new photo book, and you rose from your comfortable position on the bed, heading towards the commode to store it away in a safe place.

The front door creaked open and closed with a loud thud. Your smile didn’t fade as you instinctively headed for the bedroom door, and then to the hallway, running a hand through your messy hair.

Memories kept flooding you. Of all those times when he said it was alright, of all those times when he mended your worries and calmed your nerves. All those times he took your shaky fingers in between his and told you that you couldn’t do wrong, all those times you were uncertain he said that he’d lead, and all you had to do was follow. All your past and your present, everything that would follow.

“Hey,” he instinctively smiled a little as he saw you appearing in the hallway, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his jacked before he turned back to you, his eyes softly gazing you up and down. Your fingertips ghosted over his cheek before wrapping around the nape of his neck, almost getting tangled up in the collar of his shirt. It was the ring’s fault, you thought.

You’d told him that the engagement ring was way too big already dozens of times, but he said that no other ring he’d ever seen was worthy of being put on your finger. You remember the way you cried when he put in on that same finger for the first time, remembered how your hands kept trembling until he took them in his own warm ones and held them tightly. How you choked up and he hugged you, chuckling at your outburst of emotions. There was nothing to cry about, he reassured. You could continue being happy from then on.

That was two years ago.

Your lips locked with his gently, like they did back then. Like they always did. His hand trailed down your arm, down your shoulder before finally hooking around your waist. You still felt the cold trail his wedding ring left across your skin, and smiled at that as well.

The wedding was teary too, and despite all that, you remember how you couldn’t stop smiling. It was the happiest day of your life. With all your friends, all your relatives, a beautiful beach, a blown-off into the water veil, a cake-faced Jongup sharing his toothy and slightly crooked smiles with you, a night of laughing and opening presents and cuddling into the sunrise. Breakfast in bed. You calling him hubby for the first time and him making a grimace. Those things started back then and haven’t ceased yet.

That was a year ago.

“How are you feeling?”

You chucked a little over his never-fading worry. But he wasn’t the only one who was worried, through for the first time in your life, you felt like you were less worried about something than him. Even if it probably should be the other way around.

“You keep asking the same question all over again.. I’m fine, Uppie, not any different from normal and usual. You worry too much.”

His large, warm hand gently rested against your middle, his eyes immediately obtaining a certain spark as his forehead pressed against yours and he looked down. You hadn’t announced it to anyone yet, not your friends or relatives or anyone, because you were still in the stage of trying to believe it yourselves. The gentle, still barely-there curve that was slowly forming where his palm laid now was real, and it was of most importance. It was so small still, so unnoticeable, sometimes he asked himself if it was maybe just a figment of his imagination. But there was proof, and more important than that, he could feel it. A new life starting to blossom right there, one he was responsible for. One he wanted to take care of.

“I have all the rights to worry,” he answered quietly, smiling as he looked back up to meet your eyes, “It’s a new experience for me too, I have all the rights to be worried about you and our little bean.”

Memories. Memories of the ever-so-brave Jongup and the always slightly scared you arose and didn’t leave. You felt a certain warmth spreading across your chest as you looked back at him, back at the man who had given his all to you. His youth and his time, his efforts and his resources, his love, for god’s sake. His back to hide behind, his chest to bury your nose in, his hand in marriage, and so much more than that.

“Does it scare you? The uncertainty of the future? The changes we’re about to experience?”

You’d expected him to catch onto the reference, to laugh at it a little perhaps. But instead, he simply bit his lips and nodded, staying untypically serious.

Yes, he was somewhat scared of the future. But more than that, he was absolutely thrilled for it.

“But I don’t mind being scared, because I’m with you. And you constantly give me all the courage I’ll ever need.”

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m00nk1ld · 6 years ago

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life’s true face is the skull paul cézanne pyramid of skulls x moon jongup ➝ p!impressionist kpop

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bapdaydreams · 7 years ago

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Jongup Bad Boy AU: Asking you out

A/N: Hi! So this isn’t a request but it sort of is because it’s based off an old request from the lovely Toll Anon who asked for a date with Bad Boy Jongup with a shy reader. So, this was the version I was going to post but but I posted a different one which I thought matched the request better (which you might want to read first HERE). I ended up revisiting this version mostly for my benefit cuz I wanted a soft Jongup for my birthday! (Yay! You’re girl is turning 22 today!) So this version contains lots of fluff and soft Jongup and this is basically how he asked you out for the date that happens in the original version so enjoy!

Date with a Bad Boy / Concert / Jealousy

One fine day, you are walking back home when you see a small black kitten run straight towards you. It takes you by surprise. The little kitten comes up to you and sniffs at your legs. It looks absolutely adorable with it’s fluffy black coat of fur with you can clearly see that it’s tummy is white. Its eyes are a beautiful emerald green and it’s little pink nose.

“Hello, aren’t you adorable”, you coo at the little kitten as you bend down.

You put your hand out and the little kitten sniffs a little at your hand. It gently rubs its little head against your hand and you take it as it allowing you to pet it. You can’t help but smile at it.

You notice the little white collar around its neck and a bell handing from it.

“You belong to someone do you?”

The little kitten meows at you.

“Should we go find your owner?”

The little kitten let’s you pick it up and it comfortably snuggles up to you into your arms. The kitten has captured you with its cuteness and you just stand there and stare at it.

“Oh wow, I feed the cat but it goes and loves another human”

You look up at the sound of the familiar voice. When you look up you are met with an unfamiliar fluffy turf of brown hair and he is dressed in an oversized black t-shirt and lose fitting pyjama bottoms and some beaten up pair of converse. Yet the beauty mark on the bride of the stranger’s beautiful nose is so familiar.

“Jongup?”

“And I spend so much time to try and get your attention and the cat goes and does it in a few minutes”

He laughs a little and throws his head back and you can see his familiar eyes. They turn into the little crest moons and his teeth are in full view. His relaxed look takes you by surprise.

“What are you doing here?” you ask or you stutter.

“Looking for my cat”

“It’s yours?” you ask in surprise.

“She is and she is a lot of trouble”, he says with a smile.

He walks up to you and the kitten in your arms. The kitten sees Jongup and instantly moves around in your arm.

“Whoa there”, you say.

“She wants her dad, don’t you Luna”, Jongup says with a smile as he takes the kitten into his large hands.

She mews happily and rubs her head into Jongup’s chest and Jongup has this smile on his face. The softest and warmest smile which you had never seen. It makes your heart skip a beat. You had never seen Jongup look so…not badass. He was always in his skin-tight ripped jeans with his combat boots and his leather or denim jacket.

“Luna is a pretty name”, you say mindlessly as you just take in how adorable Jongup looks with Luna.

“I named her after myself”, he says with an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Really?”

“Yeah, Moon Jongup”, he says.

“Ah”

“So you think my name is pretty?”

His bad boy smirk is back on his face and you feel your face heat up.

“I just find the moon pretty”, you say and he laughs.

“I think Luna likes you though”, he says as Luna is stretching over Jongup’s arm and is gently pawing at you.

You can’t help but smile at Luna.

“You wanna join Luna and I for dinner?” he asks.

“What?”

“Not like a date! Just as friends!” he says with another blush on his face.

“It’s just that Luna seems to like you and doesn’t want you to leave you yet”, he says with the flustered look on his face.

You can’t help but smile.

“Sounds good”, you say.

His face is graced by that beautiful smile again and your hear skips another beat. It was doing things to your heart and you weren’t sure if you would survive dinner with Jongup and Luna.

Jongup let’s you into his house and he tells you not to mind the mess. You look around but his place is quiet neat with minimal furniture.

“What mess?” you mutter to yourself.

“I hope you don’t mind pizza”, he says as he lets Luna down and she runs around the place.

Jongup runs his fingers through his hair as he shuffles around the place and finds his phone.

“Have a seat on the sofa”, he says and you stiffly sit down.

He laughs a little and plops himself next to you.

“Relax a little”, he says and pulls you gently by the shoulder so you fall backwards and lean on the back of the sofa.

He laughs again.

“What do you like?”

“What?”

He laughs again.

“I mean, what pizza do you like”

You feel your face heat up again and awkwardly tell him what you like and the two of you place an order of pizza and other stuff. By the time the order is placed, you feel more relaxed but the fact that Luna had come up to you and made herself comfortable on your lap might have something to do with it.

Jongup puts a movie on and the three of you just sit comfortably on the sofa watching to movie until the pizza arrives. Jongup pauses the movie before grabbing the pizza. He then goes to prepare Luna’s food and then the movie is resumed again.

Dinner goes quiet smoothly and you find yourself slowly dosing off a little. Your eyelids feel heavy and Jongup probably noticed it as he gently pulls you to him so you’re resting your head on his shoulder.

“Just making sure you are comfortable”, he whispers, avoiding eye contact as his other hand is slowly petting the now asleep Luna, who is on his lap.

You feel yourself blush again but don’t make a move. You are still looking at him when he breaks out into a smile. You feel so comfortable and almost don’t want to leave but the movie comes to an end so you slowly sit up again.

“Thanks for having me”, you whisper, as Luna is still asleep on his lap.

“You’re welcome, I hope you enjoyed our company”, he whispers back.

You smile at him and then pet the sleeping Luna.

“She is so adorable”

“She is”, he agrees.

“I should go though”, you say.

“You should…but…”

“But?”

“Maybe, we should go on a proper date tomorrow”, he whispers as he finally looks at you.

He looks absolutely stunning as you only just notice the way the moonlight coming in through the window illuminates his handsome face. The lights had been turned off hours ago so the only light source in the room was from the TV and the moonlight.

“I thought you said this wasn’t a date”, you say slowly.

“It wasn’t, that’s why I said a proper date”, he says with his bad boy smirk back on his face.

You roll your eyes.

“You’re not going to leave me until I agree, are you?”

“Nope”

“OK”

“Look, I know you are hesitant but…wait what?” he asks in surprise.

“Let’s go on a date”, you say feeling a little shy.

His face heats up in a blush as well, as he suddenly starts squirming on the spot. Luna stirs awake at Jongup’s movement and mews in anger before jumping off his lap and scurrying away to her bed. She makes herself comfortable before she falls back to sleep.

“So, I’ll come pick you up for a date tomorrow”

You turn back to Jongup who is scratching the back of his neck shyly and you can’t help but smile at how adorable he looks. You wonder what look he will sport tomorrow.

“Sounds good, I can’t wait”, you say as you stand up.

Jongup walks you to the door and as he is saying bye to you, he leans in and peaks your cheek with a quick kiss making you blush again. He has a cheeky smile on his face but the tip of his ears is bright red.

“See you tomorrow”, he says softly and you awkwardly wave at him as you slowly walk to your place. He makes sure that you are in your house before he shuts the door behind you.

And that’s when he finally deflates on the spot and slides down his door. He pulls his legs into his chest and hides his face in his hands. Luna’s little paws are heard and her bell rings as she runs to Jongup and paws at his leg. Jongup looks up at Luna.

“Ah, you silly cat got me a date”, he says as he picks up Luna in his arms and cuddles her, while she mews unhappy about the affection she was getting.

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imma-fan · 7 years ago

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Trouble // Jongup // BAP

You should've known you were in for a good night after you tried to make him jealous at the large party you two had just gone to. But you didn't know it'd be just that good. The way jongups hands seemed soft as they caressed your body but once they got to your throat as you lay underneath him they became rough and dominating. He thrusted into you at a harsh pace, your hips making noise along with his hand cutting off some of your breathing brought you to your edge, especially with the profanity he spewed out his mouth. "You wanna act like a slut, so, I'll treat you like one." He would make sure he looked you in the eyes as he spoke raspily, his thrusting slowing down everytime he spoke to make sure you were paying attention and his hand on your throat getting a tad tighter. "Sluts don't get to cum, baby you know that." He cooed almost softly as he pulled out of you and flipped you over forcefully. You felt his fingers trailed down your back slowly and teasingly "You're mine." He almost growled before his palm slapped against your ass causing you to arch your back. With each hard spank he would whisper something dirty into your ear. "Bad girls get punished, babe." He smirked playfully.

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fictivewriters · 7 years ago

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new meat | jongup (m)

Pairing: Jongup/Reader Genre: Smut AU: Sub!Jongup/Mistress!Reader Warnings: dom/sub themes, hand job, orgasm denial, mild dirty talk (slut shaming), unbetad’d Word Count: 853

Request: Can I have a sub! jongup fic with a female reader please? Any admin will do thank you so much !! 💕💕

Summary: You are a fetish club worker and Moon Jongup is a brand new client.

Your heels clicked down the hallway as you found your way to your room. The name plate practically twinkled in the dim light, making you smirk. You thought about the little pet that was most likely waiting inside for you, he had been so shy and small when you first laid eyes on him. The heavy door clicked when you turned the knob, creaking open to allow you to step in.

Sitting right where you told him to, was your new client Moon Jongup. His blue hair was hanging in his eyes as he stared at you with wide eyes, looking so deliciously submissive to you already and you hadn’t even started anything fun yet.

“Hi, baby boy…” You cooed, walking up to him in his chair, cupping his sharp jaw to make him look right up at you. The smooth skin of his cheeks was dusted pink and his eyes appeared clouded and glassy, clearly this game of waiting you put him through was having an effect on him.

“H-Hi…Mistress…” He whimpered out, flinching slightly at the sound of his own debauched voice echoing around the room.

“Tell me, baby boy…you’re hard for me, aren’t you?” You nearly giggled at the way his eyes widened, shocked at your lewd question, but he wasted no time in nodding his response.

“I’m so hard, Mistress…” He whined. “It hurts.”

“Aw...my poor baby…” You cooed, stroking his still red cheek. “Go ahead and show me your cock then baby.”

His hands trembled as they fumbled with his belt, pulling his tight jeans open to fish inside to pull out his leaking cock.

You gasped, a fake put on sound. “No undies, you dirty boy!”

His face flushed, but his cock jumped at being called out on it. Being so exposed like this, to your greedy eyes, was such a rush. His cock leaked a drop of precum, the bead sliding down the flushed skin of his cock. He whimpered softly when you reached out, catching the drop on your finger and bringing it to your lips to taste. You didn’t hesitate in wrapping your hand around his cock, feeling the thick flesh throb in your hand as his head fell back to let out a broken moan.

“Look at you…I’ve barely begun and you’re already fucked out, such a little slut…” You muttered, watching his cock leak all over your hand.

“Y-Yes Mistress, I’m such a slut for you…please…please keep going.” He begged, clinging onto his own shirt since he knew he was not allowed to touch you.

“Since you sound so pretty, I’ll do as you ask. But next time…we’re going to teach you some manners.”

Before he could formulate a response, your hand sped up to jerk him at a rate that made his hips sputter into your hand. The noises he let out were ones of pure sin, his voice cracking from the strain of crying out in pleasure. His cock throbbed and pulsed in your hand, obviously growing close very fast from the sudden stimulation after being hard in his jeans for so long. His body trembled and sweat began to form at his temples. He stared up at you with wide eyes, his mouth held open as delicious moans poured from his pretty lips.

“I’m c-cum- “The helpless whine he let out had you flooding your panties as you pulled your hand away to deny his release. You smirked at the way his cock throbbed painfully, precum pooling down the side of his reddened cock.

“You look so cute when you’re about to cum…I wanted to see how cute you got when you were denied.” You smirked at him when he whimpered at your hand coiling around his sensitive member again. “And the answer is…you look delectable.”

Your hand resumed jerking him, making his already sensitive body jump and jerk. He began to fuck himself into your fist, letting out more delicious cries that you never wanted to stop. You knew he was close again, the way his eyes watered at the onslaught of pleasure but you weren’t going to stop this time. You were going to watch him explode and you knew it would be material to get you off for the next 6 years of your life.

“Cum slut, now.” You growled, squeezing his cock once before he exploded.

His back arched and he let out a long, drawn out moan as his cum leaked over your hand. His cock throbbed in your hand, as his body trembled and convulsed in the midst of his orgasm. He was honestly one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen in your life. You subconsciously squeezed your legs together to hopefully quell the growing heat in your center. Slowly, you pulled your hand off of his softening cock, looking at your soiled digits.

“Go ahead and taste yourself,” You cooed, offering up your messy fingers to him. The blushing boy leaned forward and slowly, ever so slowly, licked up a drop of his cum from your fingertip.

“This will be something to dabble in next week, won’t it baby?”

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marijina · 7 years ago

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Boyfriend Jongup

Request;

Hi hi can i request a jongup (of bap) as a boyfriend. Im not sure if you do these type of requests but i didnt see it on the "not gonna do it" list thank you if you do <3

A/N:

uppie is so cute,

also, we’re really sorry that requests are being written so slow. Finals are pretty stressful y’know and just the end of the school year in general

gif is not ours, credits to owners

Moon Jongup; a boyfriend

Jongup is a very quiet lil small bean

He’s a fairly shy boy

And so in the beginning i’d expect that he’d be super shy

Not too much pda, some hand holding

However you would have to initiate it

Your first kiss would be so soft

His lips would gently press against yours

And his hand would slowly grab onto your waist

The kiss would be fairly quick

And when you pulled away his cheeks would be a bright red

Oh so red you have no idea

I mean he is the blushiest little baby

“uppie are you blushing from our kiss?”

“uh” touches cheek “I guess I am”

And then he’d softly laugh out of pure embarrassment

He’s so adorable

okay let’s move on to when you guys are around the boys

jongup would get so shy if one of them

Youngjae

Brought you up

He’d stutter over his words when they asked about you

“th-theyre amazing and adorable, and I like them a lot”

His voice would trail off at the end of his sentences, while his cheeks burned crimson

I see Youngjae/himchan/daehyun teasing him

Mainly Youngjae

I put my money on it

And when they met you, oh boy that was Interesting

Youngjae would be like “you actually exist, good for you jongup”

And jongup is just softly apologizing in your ear

Since some of them are a Little Extra

And you’d tell him that its fine, possibly laughing a little

And it would make him feel better

Moving onto like a few months in

He’d be more open with pda

He’d be more confident and initiate hand holding more often

You two just standing next to each other

And then his hand would lightly wrap around yours

also

On a different note

When he told you he loved you, he would be so happy

But he’d be shy, because, as I’ve said

He a shy boy

And your relationship would consist of you stealing his hoodies all the time

But he’d intentionally leave them out for you to take

It would make him smile a whole bunch if he came home

Seeing you in one of his jackets

He’d swiftly walk over to you

Wrap his arms around your waist

And say “you look good”

Or a “that’s where my jacket went”

I feel that if you didn’t really know how to cook

Y’all would mainly be eating some take out

He’d definitely attempt a try at some fine cuisine

But I wouldn’t expect much

“It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“well you burned it”

“the thought-“

“jongup I really don’t think its edible”

Then he’d sigh “takeout?”

“already on its way”

Then he’d smile and wrap his arms around you

Then kiss you on the cheek

And then your neck

And you’d be able to feel his grin against your neck while he gave a few sweet kisses

Wait

Cuddling

That’s cute, so cute

He’d be tired after dance practice

And you’d be like “come here uppie”

And he’d walk over, duh

“I need to shower before we cuddle”

“you’re right, you stink”

“well you called me over here”

“and now im telling you to shower”

After he showered

He’d hop right into bed, right next to you

His muscular arms slowly inching their way around you

His head either in your neck or like on top of your head in your hair?

It’d be quiet

But not awkward

You’d be able to smell his fresh self

And then he’d slowly fall asleep

Holding you ever so tightly

So he doesn’t even have a chance of losing you

Moon jongup; the cutest boyfriend

-admin a

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danghyuk · 4 years ago

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B.A.P reacting to their boyfriend’s tattoos

Yongguk:

As someone with tattoos himself, he doesn’t really care, or rather – he isn’t that surprised. Yongguk has a huge chest piece and his older sister is a tattoo artist, so he isn’t unfamiliar with ink and imagery on skin.

Of course, he is interested in your tattoos and would 100% support you whenever you’re considering getting a new one. Whenever you bring the topic up in a conversation, you can bet that Yongguk helps you brainstorm ideas and pulls up his phone to research various tattoo artists.

Yongguk will often find himself immersed in the pictures scattered all over your (s/c) skin and catch himself tracing the various colours on your exposed body whenever he wakes up before you. Tattoos for him is just another art form, and he loves the way they make your skin more vibrant.

Himchan:

Having no tattoos at all, Himchan is a little shocked when he sees yours for the first time. However, that doesn’t mean he’s negative towards them. After the initial shock, Himchan’s curiosity gets the better of him and he can’t stop asking you questions.

He secretly loves how badass they make you look and add to your overall ‘bad boy’ image, but he will constantly tease you for taking his bad boy role. Himchan also secretly loves the way other people look at you in public because you’re his gorgeous boyfriend! Though he will never admit it due to his pride.

Since he has no tattoos, he knows very little about the process around getting one and that is the topic he will ask the most about. If you want to get a new one, Himchan would definitely ask you if he could come along, and if you got one for him, he will definitely cry.

Daehyun:

He has some of his own and seeing yours would make him considering getting new ones. However, he cares the most about the messages they portray and the meaning behind them. Daehyun’s tattoos mean a lot to him and he loves to hear you talk about the stories behind your own.

Daehyun is the most likely out of B.A.P to get matching tattoos with you. Not your names necessarily, but maybe something dear to the both of you and your relationship. Your boyfriend is a sap after all.

A thing he likes to do is kissing them. Whenever you wear something that shows off the ink you got or wear nothing at all, there isn’t a single moment where his lips have been all over your skin.

Youngjae:

Another member who doesn’t have any tattoos and probably won’t get anyone either. Youngjae is also the member who’s the most shocked by your tattoos, but that quickly passes as you explain each of them to him and changes into understanding.

He grows rather fond of your tattoos and how they look on you. Youngjae has his favourites and he is not afraid to rank them and point out the ones he likes the least. Since he knows you are confident in them and in your own decisions, he knows that his own opinions won’t overrule your own. The ‘critiques’ often tend to make you laugh instead.

Even if he doesn’t want tattoos of his own and means they won’t fit his image and personality, he is quick to realise how good they look on you. That results in him becoming your own personal stylist some days, Youngjae is rather persuasive too because he won’t leave the flat if you’re not wearing what he wants you to wear.

Jongup:

Jongup doesn’t have any either and he doesn’t really have any strong opinions regarding the topic. In fact, he doesn’t really register that you have tattoos until one of his fellow band members asks him about it or points it out.

He feels quite awkward for not noticing it earlier and it just makes him shyer to ask you about it. Because of his awkwardness and seemingly ‘disinterest’ in the topic, you ask him if they make him uncomfortable. Feeling guilty, he explains the situation really embarrassed to which you reassure him with long and loving kisses that he can ask whenever and whatever.

After getting attentive to your beautiful work, he feels a bit flustered whenever they are visible, not only for not noticing them before but also because he sees how handsome you look with them. Jongup is the least subtle being you know about, so it’s easy to spot whenever he has looked at them too long due to his red ears.

Junhong:

Having looked up to Yongguk for years, it’s no surprise that Junhong has tattoos. He would be the most excited of the members when he finds out that his boyfriend has tattoos as well. There is no chance you will be able to explain them all without a lot of interruptions from him.

Junhong is the boyfriend who loves to take cool pictures, so a good chunk of the pictures on his camera roll would be the both of you wearing clothes to show your tattoos off and your bodies pressed and tangled together so the tattoos are included in the shot.

Seeing your skinned filled with them makes him smile and he will trace them whenever he has the chance, however, most of the times that result in a tickle fight. Junhong has no idea why, but he feels extremely confident with you and by seeing you express yourself in the art covering your skin.

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