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coffee-for-himchan · 6 years ago

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scary love | jongup

Word count: 3.4 k+

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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kpopchangedme · 6 years ago

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라면 먹고 갈래

Jongup’s a bit clueless about how badly you want to take your relationship to the next level... Even after you invite him over “라면 먹고 갈래?”

Protagonists: Moon Jongup & You

Word Count: 5.7k

Genre: NSFW - *Smut* - Humour (hopefully) - Dating - Fluff - Coworker!AU - *swearing*

Lys’ note: Warning; this Fic features sex with Jongup, poor love advices by Daehyun & Himchan, an emphatic Youngjae and an exasperated intervention by a not so profesionnal Bang Yongguk. Enjoy.

M A S T E R L I S T

You drop behind your desk, holding to your usual coffee cup like it’s your lifesaver; because it kind of is. You glance at the clock.

8:40

Made it. Satisfied, you take a sip of the black beverage. As the bitter taste fills your mouth, you sigh, already feeling more alive. You didn’t get nearly enough sleep last night. Like in slow motion, Dalia inclines her chair to look in your cubicle. Meeting her inquiring eyes, you shrug.

“There’s no way you’re already here!” She looks at her phone for the time. “Jeez, here I was, hoping you’d be late because you got lucky.” Your co-worker shakes her head defeated and you roll your eyes back. “Don’t judge me, I’ve been living with my boyfriend for so long; your life’s the only excitement I have!”

“Wow, I bet Yuto would love to hear that!” You laugh, curving an eyebrow. As far as you know her couple life’s way more exciting than your single dating one.

“So, what happened?” She ignores your comment to directly start her interrogation. “Was he as boringly perfect as always?”

“Hey, Jongup’s not boring!” You frown.

“Whatever suits you darling. What was he wearing? Give me details.”

“A white tee and black jeans?” She rolls her eyes. “Wait, he also wore a leather jacket!”

“I meant underneath!” She pouts cutely. “Come on, give me something juicy to work with… Did you get your freak on?”

***

“The movie was great.” Jongup bounces excitedly, making you smile.

“You already said that! You even said that about the new Lara Croft!” You tease him by pushing his arm and he turns, walking backwards to look at you.

“Well, then it means seeing it with you made it extra great.” He winks and your legs stop working for a second, slowing you down. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” You smile, catching up to him and he turns again to walk by your side. “I just like it when you say those things.”

“What things?” He’s facing forward now, hands buried in depth of the pockets of his jacket.

“You know which ones...” Jongup scoffs and you’re forced to admit; “Those cute things you say to me, it makes my heart flutter.”

“I know”, he smirks, “that’s why I say them… Because I like you.”

When you glance his way, you see that he’s smiling dumbly, ears a dark shade of red. So far Jongup’s perfect. He’s funny, kind and caring. Tonight, marks the debut of your third month of dating, well – of seeing each other casually. You’re not sure you can call it dating if there hasn’t been any physical development yet. You are trying as much as you can to not think of it as slightly weird... But it’s starting to get hard.

You gave him so many hints, opportunities he didn’t take, that you’d start to think he only sees you as a friend if he wasn’t so blunt about liking you. Your co-worker even joked about him not being interested in you in a physical way. However, you already studied that possibility and you’re pretty sure that’s not it. Jongup looks at you like he wants you. Sometimes, you see him glancing at the buttons of your blouse or catch him liking his lips when his eyes trace the curve of your thighs, but it always stops there. He never tries anything.

He hasn’t even properly kissed you yet and it’s slowly making you lose your mind. His lips were all you could think about during the movie. Hey, at least he thought those platonic two hours in the dark with you were great. Wow, awesome.

Tonight, he better be planning on making a move, because you’re done waiting.

“Well, I’m not sure if I like you, yet...” You say this to tease him, but it’s his turn to pause his walking, legs turning heavy. “You know, I think I might need some convincing…”

“Yah, don’t play with me!” He shakes his head with a relieved smile, not minding your underlying intentions. “Let’s hurry, I want to take you home before it turns dark.”

“Jongup, maybe... I don’t want to go back home?” You slide your right hand in his pocket, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Why?” He looks at your arm, taken aback. “Do you want to grab coffee?”

Tonight, it doesn’t matter how clueless he is; you’ll be the one to make the first move if you must.

***

“NO WAY!” Dalia almost yells and the guy in the cubicle next to yours shushes, annoyed. “Tell me that he didn’t actually take you to a coffee shop!”

“He did.” You laugh, shaking your head. “He bought us coffee to go; I needed to be home before it was dark, you know.” It’s her turn to laugh this time, making sure she keeps it at a decent level of decibels.

“Why always before sunset, by the way?” She pauses. “Is he like a… reverse vampire or something?”

“No, it’s for safety; the lampposts near my place are all burned out.” Her smile twitches slightly. “It’s because I said once that my street’s a bit scary after dark.”

“Wow, my heart almost fluttered... I was jealous for a second...” She grabs her chest theatrically. “But then I remember you haven’t gotten any for mooooonths and it cured me!”

“Shut up!”

***

“Thanks for the coffee…” You dance from one foot to the other, suddenly anxious. Jongup nods at the door leading to your building, like to motion you to go inside. The light has decreased dramatically during the 15 minutes’ walk to your place, stretching shadows down your street. You’re standing in front of each other, him waiting for you to go inside and you, looking up, waiting – craving for anything to happen.

“You should go inside I don’t want you to catch a cold…” He smiles brightly, staring down back at you. His eyes crease, turning to little crescents and you get closer. So much so, that your bodies are almost touching each other, you draw nearer until the coffee cups are the only thing separating your chest from his. Jongup’s eyes flutter to your lips and you lick them expectantly. The moment seems to last forever, but still… He doesn’t budge.

“L-let me hold that so you can grab your keys!” Ruining the moment, he takes the half empty coffee cup from between your fingers and you let him do it. You just stare in awe.

“Jongup?” Swallowing, he raises his irises to meet yours.

“H-hum?”

“If you don’t want me to get cold, why don’t you warm me up?”

“W-what! Would you like me to?” You start to giggle but immediately feel bad when you see him bite his lips out of nervousness.

“Yes. Yes, very much.” He’s still holding the coffee cups between your bodies making it impossible for you to get closer. So, slowly, you slide your hands up to his shoulders and get on your tiptoes. “Can I kiss you?”

His face is so close to yours now, that you can see every single one of his eyelashes when he blinks, only proof that he hasn’t turned to stone. Instead of answering, he gently lowers his head to meet yours.

When your lips crash, it’s as though he forgets himself, or maybe he simply stops holding back. He mercilessly drops the coffees on the floor to wrap his arms and hold you against his chest. The kiss is nothing like you would have expected from his previous behaviour, Jongup slides his fingers to your chin to tilt it and allow himself better access. You feel his tongue tease your lips and you open your mouth, eager to taste him. The kiss is needy and passionate, totally different than his more reserved and traditional dating style but you’re far from complaining. You lean against the brick gate for support and he follows, melting against you. Your hands get lost in his hair – you can’t believe this is happening after weeks of dreaming of it. The bricks are cold against your back and you shudder lightly, although you’re pretty sure it’s simply Jongup’s effect. Immediately, his attitude shifts again – he stops sucking on your lower lip and pulls away.

“I don’t seem to be warming you enough”, he laughs embarrassed. You try to pull him back into you, but he grabs your hands in his. Bringing them to his mouth, he blows his hot breath on your fingers, inadvertently turning you even more on.

“Gup–” You let out a deep sigh, partly to organize your thoughts, but also for dramatic purposes. “wanna eat ramen before you go?”

His eyebrows shoot up and he blinks twice, lips parting but words not coming out.

***

“What did you say?! What did you do?” Himchan’s voice is calm, but his curiosity is almost tangible.

“Hey! Don’t ask dirty stuff like that.” Their co-worker Daehyun smiles proudly and slaps the young man’s chest. “Jongup scored! The man! The Legend!”

“Here I was, believing you were trying to act all mature!” Himchan rolls his eyes with fake exasperation.

“I offered to cook it–” Jongup answers the question, ignoring the rest of his hyungs’ exchange.

“Good move”, Daehyun approves and the other nods as though they’re omniscient. “Ladies love men who cook!”

“–but she actually didn’t have any ramen at home!”

“She didn’t!? Ha, she’s something els– I mean she’s funny!” Daehyun laughs but understanding draws itself on the other friend’s face.

“So, what did you do next, Gup?” Himchan tenses, the underlying meaning of his earlier question completely changed.

“Well, I started to put my shoes on to go to the convenience store and she got angry at me!” The men fall silent, stunned by his words, and he rubs his temples, tired. “That’s why I’m telling you all this… Guys, why are girls so com–”

“For fuck sakes, you know what she meant when she invited you in for ramen...” Daehyun’s the first one to open his mouth passed the initial shock. “Right?”

“Yes!” Jongup bites his lips, embarrassed by the idea and avoiding looking directly at his hyungs. “It’s just that I thought she also really wanted to eat befo–”

Himchan calmly cuts him off, “And you guys haven’t done anything yet?”.

“We kissed yesterday, we are just beginning… I want it to be serious…”

“Yesterday?! I think two whole months’ a long time for a lot of people.” Daehyun wrinkles his nose, uncertain.

Himchan nods, pursuing the instigation. “Did you guys talk about…it?” He pauses for a second, frowning. “After she calmed down?”

“No, I left! I didn’t want her to think I was pressuring her to do anything! I gave her space because she was so mad, but I don’t get why!”

“Oh – Jongup, I think she got frustrated because she doesn’t want that much space.” The oldest silently nods again, approving Daehyun’s take on the whole drama. “I think she’s mad because she thought you didn’t want to… Well, get ramen.”

“You think?” Jongup looks mortified by the idea. “She got mad because I didn’t want to be with her? I mean, I think I made it clear that I really wan–”

“Look, we don’t know why girls are like that.” Daehyun shrugs, interrupting him. “They won’t tell you directly, but they love ramen just as much as we–”

“Hey, I know why they act like that; society.” Himchan slaps his friend’s shoulder. “Daehyun’s right, I have a lot of girlfriends–” The other snorts at this, amused, and earns himself a threatening glare. “Friends-that-are-women, and ramen is all they ever talk about! Some want it even more than I do!” Dae starts to tease his hyung about it being impossible, but the younger one ignores their bickering.

“That’s a crazy reason to get mad...” Jongup hesitates. “Are you sure?”

“YES!” Daehyun’s borderline annoyed, now. “She loves ramen – you love ramen too! She’s craving to have ramen with you so badly it’s making her crazy angry! You want to have some with her too! Dude – please just give the girl amazing ramen already!” Himchan bursts out laughing, covering his mouth with his hand.

“So, I should text her then?” Jongup smiles, amused by Daehyun’s analogy.

Somewhere behind the three friends, somebody sighs loudly, the sound deep and exasperated.

Bang Yongguk rolls back his chair to glare at them.

“You guys all need to get laid, the sooner the better. It’s not even lunchtime and now I’m hungry.” He points at Jongup with his index. “You are really stupid. Text her right now – be clear – even better – be explicit. Ask to see her, have sex all ni– ” He corrects himself quickly. “Have some really really good – very safe sex – and tomorrow let me fucking work in peace!”

***

You’re stuck in a morning meeting when your phone starts to vibrate in the depth of your pocket. Non-stop. You keep glancing at the clock, wondering about who could be texting you so much and about what. You almost haven’t slept because you felt bad for turning on Jongup last night. You should have just told him clearly what you wanted instead of getting mad. That’s what Dalia recommended after you told her everything earlier, but you already figured that much the minute he left. You intend to talk things over with him, maybe tonight. You shouldn’t wait, Jongup isn’t the kind of guy you should let slip out of your life over something silly like that; he’s perfect for you. Even if he can’t seem to get a clue about how badly you want him, you hide your smile by biting your pen.

You look at the digital clock on the wall once again; it's ten minutes past the scheduled end of the meeting, but some guy from the creative team just keeps the conversation going. It’s almost lunchtime, you sigh, inadvertently catching his attention.

“Ah! I’m sorry y/n!” He looks at the clock, finally realizing the time. “I bet you have lunch plans!” He winks at you, claiming the meeting is officially adjourned.

You’re curious as to why you’re on first name basis with a colleague whom you’ve totally forgotten his name but brush it off, eager to leave. As soon as your ass hit the chair behind your desk, you look at your phone.

11:50AM. 10 new messages.

10 texts?! You look around to see if someone is near to make fun of your loud gasp, but thankfully nobody’s there. They probably all left for lunch already. Anxious, you tap the text app icon.

Moon Jongup: Good morning ^^ [10:06AM]

Moon Jongup: How’s your day so far? [10:09AM]

Moon Jongup: The 34th floor got lucky, because the boss is off sick. So we plan to just chill and sip coffee all day! 😈 [10:11AM]

You can’t help but smile dumbly at his messages. He doesn’t seem angry at you about yesterday, a relief!

Moon Jongup: To be clear, I meant TS’ director, not my team’s supervisor... My desk is close to Yongguk, he’s chill. [10:20AM]

You snort, both of those men are scary as hell to you.

Moon Jongup: Look, I’m so sorry about the misunderstanding yesterday… [10:40AM]

Moon Jongup: I wanna make it up to you. Do you want to come over for ramen tonight? My roommate won’t be there. [10:40AM]

Moon Jongup: Don’t worry no ramen involved whatosever. [10:55AM]

Moon Jongup: *Whatsoever. That came off so rude, I’m sorry!!! Please forget I sent you that!!! [11:10AM]

Moon Jongup: I also can cook you some real noodles if you want to! [11:20AM]

Moon Jongup: Or if you are uncomfortable coming over, it’s fine! I completely understand! :) [11:28AM]

Beaming, you start to type back, spinning around on your chair. It started off real nice, but Jongup appears to have panicked a bit in the end due to your lack of response. Weirdly entertained by this, you answer in a similar fashion.

Y/N: Ok, wow. Good morning to you too 🙃 I’ll try to answer all that! [11:55AM]

Moon Jongup: OMG I’m sooooo sorry I spammed you!!!!! Just forget it!!! 😅😅😅 [11:55AM]

Y/N: About my day: I’m a bit tired and I just got out of a project’s weekly meeting. The creative guy from your team wouldn’t stop talking… I just wanted to get the hell out already, lol. [11:56AM]

Y/N: About that “chill” Yongguk guy... The last time I spoke to him was during my training period and he traumatized me with endless speeches about professionalism! [11:57AM]

Moon Jongup: I’m sorry about Youngjae, he never shuts up with us either. Also, Yongguk’s human like all of us. Today, he’s faking to work by playing Mahjong on his PC! Very professional of him! (Don’t tell him I said that) [12:00PM]

Y/N: About yesterday: I apologize, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. [12:01PM]

Y/N: About the ramen proposition: YES!!!! Thank God! (no ramen involved whatsoever) [12:02PM]

Y/N: Mmm… maybe you can cook too, I do enjoy actual late-night ramen [12:03PM]

Moon Jongup: Meet you in the lobby after work? :D [12:03PM]

***

“It’s the funniest thing, really.” Jongup kicks off his shoes and helps you out of your coat, not stopping a second his babbling. “Daehyun suddenly got a call from his mother to help at home and said he was going to stay the ni–”

“Jongup.” You interrupt him, leisurely leaning against the corner of his kitchen counter. He helped you inside only a few seconds ago, but you’re already comfortable; slippers on and racy thoughts filling your mind. He’s all you’ve been thinking about all day. He stops his lame explanation and you jump to sit on the edge of the counter. “I really don’t care about your roommate...”

You watch him gulp in anticipation as he gets closer to gently peck your lips. The kiss is short and sweet, nothing like the one from the night before who was full of passion. His hands rest on your thighs, spread wide to make space for his body. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re wearing a miniskirt and giving him access to everything that’s underneath. His fingers stay frustratingly still – ever so polite. This is annoying, he knows why you’re here. At the same time, his renewed reserve almost feels like a challenge.

“It’s 6pm, do you want to eat?”, he stills, glancing at the coffee machine clock, seemingly hovering over possibilities. He could be dying from starvation and you wouldn’t care right now, you both can eat afterwards.

“Gup, are we having that conversation again?” Raising an eyebrow cockily, you hook two fingers in the hem of his pants, keeping him prisoner between your thighs. You lean into his chest, looking up at him lustfully. “Because I don’t feel like talking right no–” Without waiting for you to finish your sentence, Jongup crashes his lips on yours.

Like last night, this kiss is needy and harsh. He uses one of his hands to support himself on the counter and the other one is in your hair, pressing you against him. You close your legs around him and moan in his mouth. He doesn’t stop and keeps claiming you, nipping and playing with your tongue. When he tears himself away, you’re both panting, even more aroused than you ever thought possible by a simple kiss.

“I’m hungry…” He sighs and clicks his tongue suggestively, letting you know what he’s craving exactly. You smile, dumbfounded by his sudden shift of personality. “Do you want to take this to my room?”

On the way to the dim-lit bedroom, you somehow lose your skirt, blouse and bra, leaving you in black lacy panties and tights of the same color. When you reach his bed, shaking from anticipation, your sit and watch as Jongup struggles with the buttons of his shirt. He freezes when an amused chuckle escapes you and turns to glare at you, finally getting rid of the clothing.

“Something funny?”

“Nothing, I was just–” He pecks your lips before resuming his fight against his work pants with a frown. “–Enjoying this inspiring impromptu striptease.”

“This is part of the thrill of being with me.” He says that and jumps two times, making you wonder if he’s taking his pants off or pulling them up. “I’ve been told I’m kinda entertaining!” You laugh and he grins proudly, glad to share this moment with you.

“Yeah, you’re a multi-faceted man, Moon Jongup.” You bite your lips when he finally succeeds and is left simply in his briefs.

“What do you mean?” He comes to a stop in front of you, cupping your face to delicately peck your lips again.

“I’m discovering new sides of you every day…” You slide your hands up his thighs to his ass and he closes his eyes at the touch, goosebumps spreading on his chest. “I like this sexy side… What took you so long?”

“If I was advertising this…” He joins you on the bed, sitting behind you and cautiously sliding the strap of your bra with his thumb.

“I’d never be left alone…” Jongup traces the line of your neck with small kisses, making you shiver.

“I am a well-kept secret.” His left hand slips between your thighs, rubbing your wet underwear. His broken speech is the sexiest thing you’ve heard in a while and your roll your hips forward, meeting his hand.

“Otherwise, I’d never know if the lady is in it for awkward me... or my amazing body…”

You scoff at his joke and he bites down your neck, playful. For a second, your thoughts fly in direction of Dalia, she always jokes calling him blah, she’s way off. Jongup’s hand strokes your core diligently, keeping it very interesting and bringing you back to reality. You hold on to his forearm and fist the sheets with your free hand.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” Jongup murmurs in your ear, voice made slightly unstable by desire. “I’ve never seen anything hotter than you, here – in only those tights…” He groans, sucking on your earlobe. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You nod and climb on the bed, letting his hands explore your legs up thoroughly before he reaches to slide the tights and your panties off. He does so in slow-motion, breathing heavily and you must use all your remaining self-control to not throw yourself at him. He caresses the skin of your calves and pulls on the thin fabric delicately, taking an eternity to reach your ankles. When you can’t hold it in anymore, you tease him too, a light smug on your lips.

“You know, you’re weirdly good with tights… Way better than with your own clothes.” He grins, stealing your palm on his chest to press a light kiss in it.

“I want to take my time with you – but I also want you too damn much…” You laugh at the puppy eyes he gives you with his confession and raise on your knees to kiss him.

“I do appreciate the intention, but I also want you too much right now…” Your right hand finds his hard member and you teasingly trace him through the fabric with a finger.

“Enough to get angry?” He bites his lips, watching your fingers slip into the waistband of his briefs with interest.

“Yes – are you going to make me mad again?” You wait for him to meet your gaze and his breath hitches when you delicately take him in your palm, still staring. You lean in to press your lips on his neck and feel him tense even more at your first stroke. “Are you going to run away this time?”

The only sound he gives you as an answer is a low moan and you smear the precum on his tip with your thumb as you suck on his collarbone. You mirror what he did to you earlier, with purposely slow teasing strokes. Jongup throws his head back moaning and you finally begin to move faster, encouraged by his pants and his apparent surrender. After a moment, you stop your misdemeanor on his neck, shifting your position and he opens his eyes lazily.

“I’m hungry too...”

His mouth moves to reply, but you bring your wet thumb to your mouth and suck on it. His jaw drops at the sight of you tasting him and you hum in appreciation. He stays still, completely frozen, watching in awe as you lower your head to his tip and you pause a second to look up. Jongup’s eyes are wide, bewildered at your actions and you wonder why and where his earlier cocky persona has gone. Staring at him with a smug, you lick his tip to see his reaction and you aren’t disappointed when he sucks in a loud breath. Deciding you’re both more than ready, you take him all in your mouth, flattening your tongue to his base.

“Ah…” Jongup gasps when you repeat the motion and his hands find your neck and hair to stay anchored. “Oh god…” You begin to suck and bob your head, excited by the effect your actions have on him. Soon after, you already feel his thighs start to uncontrollably shake under your fingers and you release him. Wiping your mouth, you sit back, pleased. Jongup pulls you into him, hands stroking your back. “D-do you want to mayb–”

“Yes, I want you! It’s all I’ve been thinking about since... Yesterday!” He chuckles, turning to search for protection in his nightstand and you work on distracting him, lightly biting on his shoulder. “And the day before… Oh – and remember our third date when you touched my leg in the dark theater?” Jongup hums in approval, his whole body vibrating at the sound. You wrap your hands around his chest, fingers exploring his torso. “I wanted to get out of there during Act II… I wanted you to fuck me in the car…” He groans, turning to face you again.

“Next time you have that sort of fantasies... Feel free to tell me right away!”

“Mmm… I need to tell you everything! You’re full time work, Moon Jongup!”

“Yah – Am not!” He pushes you back on the bed and follows, catching himself above you with his right arm. His left hand finds your hip, thumbs tracing circles on your skin. “Mmh?”

Jongup hums a silent question, already claiming your mouth before you can answer it. You don’t really need words thought and you press yourself against his body, craving him inside of you. Instantly, his left hand deserts your hip, like pulled downwards by a compelling spell. You lewdly sigh when his fingers skim your slit, guiding his tip to your wet opening. Jongup sinks into you gently, true to himself, meticulous. His mouth is hovering above yours the whole time and you pull on his neck, forcing him down in a messy kiss, both of your attention caught elsewhere. Your fingertips dig his shoulder, signaling him to start moving and he obliges, too eager to wait any longer anyway. His thrusts are strong and with each one you raise your pelvis, meeting him halfway.

When it seems you’ve already found your perfect rhythm, Jongup slows down, taunting you in the best way. The throbbing desire in your stomach is overwhelming, mixed with that bliss and pleasure you’ve missed for a long time. His mouth explores your neck, breathing rendered heavy by his demanding task. Suddenly you feel him slip out and you’re about to protest the void when he grabs one of your thighs, caressing it like in trance.

“Turn on your side.” You bite your lips, obeying to his order and turning to your right against the bed. Again, his sudden shift of persona is turning you on. No longer is he the man shyly asking your permission for everything he does. Jongup’s sits on his heels, gaze lost in the shadows of his lowered head and you blush. You could be shy, but you’re weirdly proud, in that moment, you know he only has eyes for you.

Then he lays against your bare back, nipping at your shoulder, hand on your hips and fingertips brushing your stomach. You curve to meet his length with your ass, guessing how he wants to take you now. Jongup groans and you almost whimper when he enters you again, this time it’s tighter and deeper. His free hand explores your body as you grind at a harmonious rhythm and finds your neck, boobs and thighs, one by one. It’s like he can’t keep it in one spot, like his hand is out of his control and has a mind of its own. You close your eyes, savouring both the effect you have on him and the blissful sensations of him filling you relentlessly. When his finger’s graze your bud though, your eyes open again, alerted.

You can tell that Jongup is really trying to focus on your pleasure and since it’s your first time together, it’s more than enough for you. You smile in the sheets whenever you feel him miss a beat, shaking behind you. Although his fingers keep stoking your swollen clit fast, building you up, you’re aware he’s having a hard time keeping his composure. It’s when you clench your walls around him moaning his name that he loses it. You feel him finally twitch as he clings to your whole body to bury himself deeper within you. Jongup hides his face in the crook of your neck when he capitulates to his climax and your hand finds his, holding on tightly.

It takes him a moment to calm his erratic breathing before he detaches himself, sliding gently out of you to roll on his back. You chuckle lowly in awe, flipping on your stomach and cupping your face to silently observe him, elbows on the mattress. Jongup bites his lips, conscious under your scrutiny and you know him well enough to guess his blush despite the lack off light.

“You’re gonna have”, he pauses to exhale slowly, turning on his side to let his fingers wander on the soft skin of your back, “to show me.”

“Show you what?”

Your voice seems weak, but perhaps it’s just an illusion. The thickness of the newfound intimacy between you two rendering the mood of the room heavier than before.

“How to make you come”, he chuckles shyly, “I want to be able to do it, next time.”

“Oh…” You smile, pleased but a bit amazed.

He appears to be an attentive and great partner, but you never even expected to come on your first time together. That never happened for you and it’s not like many guys cared enough to blatantly ask the delicate question either. You usually must take charge of your own pleasure if you want to reach an orgasm with a partner.

“I’ll show you.”

“I’m sorry, you have to tell me everything...” You can hear the apologetic tone in his voice when he quotes you: “I’m full time work.”

“Jeez...” You chuckle again, scooping closer to rest your chin on his chest. “I guess if it’s for the greater good… I don’t mind working overtime on you, Moon Jongup…”

“Perfect.” He laughs, appeased. “Just give me like… Five minutes…”

“Five minutes?!” You raise on an elbow again, taken aback a lil’ bit worried by his shocking expectations. “How about you feed me instead! Then we can work on that all night…”

“Perfect...” He repeats amused, before getting up to clean himself. “Even better...” He comes back, having forgotten to kiss you once more. “One of the perks of being my girlfriend, is that I’m an amazing cook… And I also happen to have cold beer in the fridge.”

You hide your happy grin with your hands when he disappears in his bathroom and you begin to search around for something to wear. Looks like he incidentally just made your relationship official, that’s so like him.

“You meant noodles, right?!” You’re putting on one of his t-shirts when he reappears in the door frame, slight panic on his face. “Not that I can’t cook anything else, it’s ju-”

“Ramen is fine, Gup!” You laugh aloud when he leaves again and lets out an audible breath of relief.

So far, tonight is everything you felt was missing in your relationship.

It’s perfect – slightly awkward – but just like you two.

***

Daehyun and Himchan are waiting next to his desk when Jongup passes by them, trying hard to avoid their gazes.

“Goooooooood morning, Jongup!” Daehyun smirks, raising his eyes from the useless pile of paperwork he’s holding as props for his innocent act. “So… Ramen last night?”

“You’re late, lover boy.” Himchan laughs, making it clear they were both waiting by his desk to make fun of him.

“Waiiiiiit, you guys ate ramen without me?!” Yoo Youngjae, whose desk is right at the corner of the aisle, slides his chair all the way to them, lips pushed in a big pout. He hates to be excluded from work hangouts the most. “Next time bring me along for valuable information! I had lunch with Daria after my meeting yesterday! She’s your girl’s close friend...”

He wiggles his brows and Jongup drops on his own chair, discouraged. Maybe dating someone from the workplace makes this kind of morning-after inevitable... Although, he bets that’s just his luck for having friends who don’t seem to know any boundaries.

“I found out y/n’s really into you.” Youngjae goes on, unable to shut up even though his co-worker is evidently ignoring him. “Like soooooooo into you… Like – dude – just do something about it alrea-”

“Who died and made you a women expert?!” Merciless, Daehyun hits his head with a huge pile of paperwork to stop him.

“He did something about it, they had ramen last night.” Himchan announces, ignoring Youngjae’s loud whine. “All night – That’s why he’s late.”

Jongup turns to his computer, ears bright red. This time Youngjae coos – impressed – finally catching up.

“Shut up!” The main subject of the conversation shakes his head and covers his happy grin with his hands. It’s too late though, Daehyun has catched his expression and he laughs at him.

“That good, unh?” He proudly slaps the youngest one’s shoulder. “Come on, at least give us a lil’ something... Spicy to talk about!”

In the nearest cubicle, Bang Yongguk lets out a long-exasperated sigh before putting on his earbuds. Looks like he won’t be able to do much work today either. Making sure nobody’s peeping over his shoulder, he opens a Mahjong incognito tab on his computer.

Why can’t all his co-workers just get laid already!?

M A S T E R L I S T

#KpopTrashTag #TheKpopNetwork #Moon Jongup #BAP #BAP Smut #B.A.P #BAP Scenarios #Moon Jongup Smut #Moon Jongup Fanfic #Moon Jongup Scenarios #Best Absolute Perfect #BAP Fanfic #Moon Jongup Imagines #BAP Imagines #Ramen.#I had to come edit the lines I put because apparently Tumblr doesn't show those on mobile anymore #I replace them by *** wth tumblr why are you messing with out content so much?

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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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lunnanunna · 5 years ago

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I'm literally crying!

I miss B.A.P! I'm glad that they're all doing well now, but I still miss them! Watching Daehyun (my bias) perform... well I'm on the floor now bawling. The song gave me B.A.P vibes. And the matoki lightstick in the corner...! Babyz always supporting the boys! Okay, I'm gonna go cry again, bye!

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inthewoodzz · 5 years ago

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Cashier: Your receipt is in the bag

Jongup: You too

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Jongup to Zelo: So that’s what I’ve been bothered about this past week

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toxiccherries · 5 years ago

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Jongup: go big or go home!

Daehyun, tears in his eyes: I am begging you, Jongup, go home. please. just this once, go home.

Jongup, whispering: i’m going big

#b.a.p daehyun #b.a.p imagines #b.a.p #jongup #moon jongup #jung daehyun #incorrect bap quotes

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xxjkmxx · 6 years ago

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~Universe Jongup Moodboard~

#jongup #bap #bap moodboard #bap imagines #bap icons #bap scenarios #universe #moon #purple #blue #sky #fantasy #water #stars #nebula #night #astrology #anon #j

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mrsarnasdelicious · 5 years ago

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Imagine Moon Jongup Dancing a Strip Tease for You

You can’t tear your eyes away from him. His movements are perfect and almost ethereal. It is like he has the music he is dancing to in his blood. Every piece of clothing he removes with the perfect style of teasing.

The way the spotlight shines on his skin and the way he licks his lips turns you on so much. But he is just out of reach, not yet done. You shall have to be patient.

#bap #b.a.p #bap imagines #moon jongup

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beibei-girl · 6 years ago

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Crushing on Moon Jongup: Day 734

#moon jongup #jonguppie #jongup #bap #b.a.p #jongup moodboard #boyfriend jongup #bap moodboard #moodboard #ju #bap scenarios #bap imagines #i dont actually know what day it is and im just straight up in love so the caption is false #lol

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soft-bap-hour · 6 years ago

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We're always talking about how Soft the boys look in their oversized sweaters but imagine yourself snuggling into bed on a cold rainy afternoon in one of those sweaters. It still smells like them. Their dog joins you and you fall asleep together. You wake up an hour or 2 later to find that that he's joined you in bed, an arm under his head, the other around you. Snoring ever so softly. You snuggle up into him more and close your eyes again, the sound of rain tapping the window.

#bap #b.a.p #bap imagines #bap fanfic #jung daehyun #daehyun #zelo #choi junhong #junhong #yoo youngjae #youngjae #himchan #kim himchan #bang yongguk #yongguk #moon jongup #jongup #soft bap #soft b.a.p

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coffee-for-himchan · 6 years ago

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Jongup + tattoos 🌙

love the cheeky lil’ moon emoji you attached there🌙 I’m about to get my second tattoo done sometime in the near future and I’m hella excited! For the drabble, I went with the tattooed significant other trope, but if you pictured something else, let me know!~

“Does getting a tattoo really hurt?”

Questions out of the blue were an everyday thing, so you weren’t surprised by that one. Looking over at Jongup who was still fully immersed in one of his phone games, you rose a brow, thinking of the best possible approach to this.

“No, it feels like a gentle stroke across your skin. Tickles a little.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he said in his most sarcastic yet monotone voice ever and at that the conversation abruptly ended. You chuckled a little, not surprised at all how quickly he managed to revert form any sort of situation. That was Jongup in his truest, rawest form. Either babbling uncontrollably or getting quiet real quick, no in between. You wanted to know the origins of such curiosity though, and didn’t intend to just let it slide.

“Why’d you ask?”

Out of curiosity could be an opinion, but by just looking at him you knew that wasn’t the case. His head was probably full of a whole trail of thought you had absolutely no idea of, something he’d gone over a few times already before asking.

“Just thought about it all of a sudden. It can’t possibly hurt that much if there’s so many people getting them done.. Like you, for example.”

You knew Jongup loved your tattoos. It was a thing he’d never said out loud but if was so damn obvious by the way he’d inspected every single one of them, had managed to sneakily pull out the backstories of all those during random conversations and just generally showed them appreciation every time an inked patch of skin poked out from any piece of your clothing. A generous amount of looks was an everyday thing, and they could range from simply curious to admiring to seductive to anything else really.

“Considering one for yourself?”

“Hm,” he let out, uncertain about his answer first before finally adding, “I have a feeling like I’ll never purposefully sit down to come up with like a design, or an idea for a tattoo or anything.. But I’d get one done if there was ever like an on-spot opportunity, if it would, like, come by on it’s own.. Do you know what I mean?”

“Like at a random night out with friends when one of them screams out “let’s get inked”?”

“Sort of,” he said after thinking for a little longer, his eyes fixating back on his phone screen, “Like a memory of something, not necessarily a visual masterpiece, but, yeah.. When there’s enough emotion in the moment for me to realize that I don’t want to forget it.”

With that, the conversation had ended, but he’d sure given you enough material to spark up your imagination.

You know, his Skydive getup suited him well.. With those sharp cat-like eyes of his, the way he simply couldn’t be bothered sometimes, his many different more or less spot on or sometimes plainly questionable fashion choices… He’d look good with an inked patch of skin or two. You just imagined it, and couldn’t get the picture out of your head for a while. But the possibilities of that ever happening were slim, and you weren’t about to pressure him or say anything to him about it. He was fine the way he was, and as long as he was open-minded about others having tattoos, you had no complaints.

Life went on and time kept passing rapidly. A few new letters here and there, a few little scribbles and symbols, and there was more ink on you for him to admire now. He still didn’t say a thing, didn’t look surprised when you showed a new little tattoo off to him, just stole more or less subtle glances, let his fingers loose to trail across them and such.. It was the same sort of silent appreciation you’d known from him for years. And it was that way until your three year anniversary, when he flew the two of you to LA to spend a head-spinning weekend together.

It had been a long day of adventure and the two of you were walking down a less busy street hand in hand at 2 AM, sipping on drinks and enjoying the view of the big city, when all of a sudden his hand moved away from holding yours and traveled a little higher up your forearm, exposing one of your tattoos to his view and to the cool night air.

His fingers trailed over it a few times and he looked up at you, meeting your slightly puzzled stare to why he was acting so strange all of a sudden.

“I want to get a tattoo.”

“Now?” you arched a brow at him, surprised at such a turn of events. There was an untypical spark in his eyes and his voice carried a sense of thrill for adventure. It was an important decision and he voiced it so lightly that you had concerns of him regretting it later on.

But he just glanced around the street, then back at you. As if checking if everything was real and he wasn’t mistaken.

“This is memorable. I want to get something to remember that we’ve once been here and walked these streets together, and that at this moment I sort of realized there ain’t anyone out there whom I could possibly love more than you… Not that I didn’t figure any of that out earlier, I just.. Kind of feel this way right now, and want to capture it,” his stare that had met the ground for a second trailed back up, looking into your eyes completely calmly as if he hadn’t just dropped a complete emotional bomb on you a second ago, “Would that be enough of a reason?”

“Don’t try to hide up the fact that you basically just confessed eternal love to me,” you blurted out, seeing how he smiled at you cheekily and took your hand back in his, continuing to walk further down the street but not before planting a quick kiss on your lips, as if to seal the statement, “Whatever you feel is right should be the right choice…”

“Will you get one if I get one?”

You definitely could. Looking back at all the good times you’d spent with him, you couldn’t help but smile a little. Being with him has made you so much happier, and he didn’t really need an answer to this question. You thought he knew it was pretty self-explanatory.

“So, are any local tattoo patrols open at 2 AM, or..”

“Not really sure about that,” you admitted to him, intrigued by how this could turn out all of a sudden. All these silent years of appreciation… Maybe he’d thought about this already, who knows? But maybe it really was in the moment emotion. Nonetheless, you were excited to see both the process and the result.

“Well, we can always check.”

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