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dalamjisung · 8 days ago

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Reposting some of my old stuff that I love until this day <3 Starting with this one - IT'S SO CUTE!

stupid cupid ✾ kim yugyeom

word count: 3983

genre: weirdest fluff I’ve ever written

pairing: reader x kim yugyeom

description: yugyeom always tries to help his friends find love– why is he so bad at it when it’s for himself, though?

“It’s okay, man,” Bambam sighs from his bed in their shared room. “I’ve accepted it… it’s not for me.”

“No, no, no,” Yugyeom whines, getting up to walk towards his sad friend. “It was just one bad date, Bam. It doesn’t mean anything other than that.”

“But it wasn’t just one, was it?” Bambam asks, sitting up to look at a pouty Yugyeom. “It was this one, and the one before that, and the one before that, and–“

“I get it,” Yugyeom interrupts, and lets out a frustrated groan. “Bambam, listen to me.”

“No,” Bambam shakes his head. “You’re gonna start with that true love bullshit again and I don’t wanna he–“

“I said, listen to me.”

At that, even Mark walks in the room, worried about Yugyeom killing his best friend in a sudden rage fit. The thing about Kim Yugyeom, one that most people might not know, is that he is a hopeless romantic. He thinks everyone has potential to love, and that everyone should, in fact, love– especially if that someone is his best friend, Bambam. For months, Yugyeom has been setting Bambam on blind dates, and for months, he’s been failing at it; date after date, Bambam comes home sad and frustrated, but that doesn’t stop Yugyeom, who thinks that maybe his friend just hasn’t met the right girl.

“What is happening here, boys?” Mark asks carefully, watching the maknae with trained eyes.

“Hyung,” Bambam whispers, not breaking eye contact with Yugyeom, even if that means he has to crane his neck very uncomfortably. “Help.”

“Yugy,” Mark calls with a soft voice, and it’s like magic– the soft giant is back. “Let him go, today was tiring enough for Bambam.”

The youngest sighs, hugging his friend instead. “I just want you to be happy, Bam.”

“Why can’t I be happy alone?” Bambam asks softly, hugging back.

“Because you complain about it every night.”

“Do not!” He exclaims.

“Yeah, you do,” Jaebeom confirms as he just passes by the door.

“It’s okay, though,” Yugyeom smiles. “I know just the person for you.”

“Yugyeom, no.”

The funny thing is that Bambam tries to be firm about this, but always falters with a single pout. And Yugyeom knows.

“Don’t worry, Bambam,” Yugyeom says already pulling out his phone. “She’s great!”

“Then why don’t you go out with her?” And suddenly all eyes are on Yugyeom.

“Me?” He gasps.

“You!” Mark says, intrigued by the idea. Yugyeom is always setting people on blind dates, but never seems to go on any.

“Nah,” He smiles shyly. “I’m good by myself.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Bambam mumbles, rubbing his face tiredly. “I’m honestly going to suffocate you in the middle of the night, and–

“Can I help?” Jinyoung asks, walking in the room with a chuckle.

“Hyung,” Yugyeom frowns and sits back on his bed. “Don’t egg him on!”

“Well, he has a point,” Jinyoung shrugs and point his finger at the maknae. “You always talk about love, and soulmates, and all that shit– like, honestly, it sounds like a fanfic, seriously; but you never go on actual dates… how can you preach something you don’t want, yourself?”

“Who says I don’t want it?” Yugyeom smiles sadly. “I really do, Jinyoung hyung, but I know better than to just jump into any opportunity I see…”

“Then why push me into every opportunity you see?” Bambam asks, frowning.

“Because you deserve to be happy,” Yugyeom shrugs.

“And you don’t?”

There is no answer to that question.

————————

“I swear to god,” Your friend, Mina, complains. “I’m never doing this again!”

“You say that every time you go on a date,” You chuckle, raising your eyes from your book, but frowning when you notice she is actually upset. “What happened?”

“Do we still have that emergency wine?”

Oh shit.

“Go put on comfy clothes,” You sigh, forgetting about your book and marching to the kitchen. “I’ll get the wine.”

She comes back just in time to see you placing two mugs on the center table and, taking a place on the couch, she starts crying.

“I am tired of going on dates, Y/N,” She says through her tears, and you frown. “It feels like I’m on an endless search for someone that doesn’t exist…”

“What are you talking about, babes?” You ask softly, passing her the wine, and watching her down it in one go.

“I’m talking about true love,” She says rolling her eyes. “Soulmates and all of that…”

“Love,” You chuckle. “I don’t think that’s a thing.”

“What do you mean?” She gasps. “Of course it’s a thing!”

“I mean… I do believe in soulmates, but I don’t think we have only one soulmate– I think we have many, though the course of our lives. Think about it, Mina; we change all the time! We change our hair, our clothes, our likings… it’s all so temporary. How do you expect to find only one person? We find many, that match with who we are at that moment, and we are happy for as long as we can with them.”

“What about marriages?” She ponders. “What about people that stay married for years and years until the end?”

“That’s different,” You shake your head, smile faltering a little. “When you’re married, you put all of your faith onto that person; you agree to accept them as they are and as they change, and they do the same. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t; it’s just how it is.”

“Is this why you don’t date?”

And you’d be lying if you said that that question didn’t hurt. You were, as your friends referred to you, a hopeful romantic. You were weirdly conscious about romance, loving the idea of love, but not letting it lead your life. You’ve seen too many heartbreaks to allow it in your life so easily; so you just lived. You lived peacefully single, and when you met someone interesting, you give them a chance. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t, you said before; in your case, it never worked out. And that was okay.

“I just haven’t found anyone I’m interested on, yet,” You smile a closed lip smile. “And I’m okay with that; I think it is very valuable to enjoy my alone time.”

“You are so weird…” Your friend mumbles, squinting at you.

“Now tell me about the date,” You ask, and she does. Apparently the guy is an asshole; he treated her badly and kept trying to talk himself up. It was comical, really, after you got over the anger.

“I will kill him,” You say after your second mug of wine. “I will kill him slowly and painfully.”

“Please don’t,” She sighs, and hides her face behind her hands. “I am officially resigning. I can’t choose men; they always turn out to be idiots…”

“Oh babes,” You coo. “Don’t give up, I am sure you’ll find someone nice.”

“Of course I will,” She says, and from behind her hands she emerges with a smirk you never particularly liked– it mean trouble. It always meant trouble. “Or better yet, you will.”

“What?”

“I can’t seem to find the right guys, Y/N,” She says, body leaping forward to sit closer to you. She grabs your hands and stares at you so intently that it terrifies you. “Think about it, I’m too close to the problem, so at this point I think I’m just going on dates with anyone willing. But you– you beautiful piece of heartless ass,– you can find someone nice for me! You can see through their bullshit!”

“Well, when you put it like that…” You mumble. “I might know someone who knows someone.”

“That sounds shady,” She squints. “I’m in.”

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All it took was one text. Or actually, many texts with one purpose.

[y/n: hey you]

[y/n: help me out]

[y/n: cupidddddddd]

[k.yugy: I already told you that was a stupid nickname]

You snicker at that.

[y/n: you love it, though]

[k.yugy: yes I do]

[k.yugy: how can I help you today, m’lady?]

This time you laugh. Yugyeom and you had been friends for a while now, since you two went on a date once, about ten months ago. The thing was, you two had a pretty good time, but he had just gotten out of a pretty bad relationship and you… well, let’s just say things weren’t good for you either. You never told him about it, but it wasn’t something you could easily tell people, like hey, my parents just got divorced and although I’ma grown ass woman, it messed me up pretty bad. After the date, as he dropped you off, you two agreed that maybe this just wasn’t the right time. Ever since then, you two kept in touch, sometimes hanging out, but nothing beyond friendly. The nickname ‘cupid’ came up during that first date because he told you he was a hopeless romantic, and that he was always setting his friends up on dates, hoping to give them a glimpse of what love can be. It just kind of stuck after that.

[y/n: riddle me this]

[y/n: is bambam still single?]

He takes a while to answer and you roll your eyes.

[y/n: my friend is looking for a potential date and from what you’ve told me, Bam sounds like the guy for her]

[k.yugy: well in that case Bambam is single and ready for a date tonight at 7]

[k.yugy: does that sound good for her?]

[y/n: amazing. she gets off of work at 5]

Another thing with you two is that even though the timing felt wrong, you both felt so so right. It was undeniable how well you two got along, and how attracted you both were; your hands seemed to always be on each other– arms, legs, face. Reaching the final decision to walk away had been one of the hardest things you’ve done, especially after he kissed you goodbye.

[k.yugy: perfect]

[k.yugy: I’ll take him to that one place we went, and you take your friend]

[k.yugy: btw what’s her name?]

You frown at that. You two were meeting too?

[y/n: Mina]

[y/n: we’re going with???]

[k.yugy: we’re supervising]

[k.yugy: this is my last chance to get it right, y/n]

[k.yugy: Bam deserves this]

Part of you doesn’t think he is talking about Bambam at all.

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You look nice, but not too nice. As the day passes and nighttime approaches, you have to remind yourself that Mina is the one going on a date– after not much convincing, to be honest,– and that you should look nice, and yet casual. In the end, you end up wearing a new outfit you got that afternoon and your hands are sweating like crazy. You smile; this feels like it did on your first date wit Yugyeom.

It’s been a while, you think, waiting for Mina in your shared living room. It’s been a while since I cared.

“Okay, how do I look?”

You felt like a proud mother once your eyes fell on your friend. She looked radiant.

“So beautiful I might just keep you all to myself,” You say, giving her a playful wink.

You two joke around until you reach the restaurant; it was a small, intimate place, one that Yugyeom first introduced you to, and then you just kept going back. The owner, an old, loving lady, greets you with a smile and walks you to a table where Yugyeom and the man you assumed was Bambam were.

“Hello, boys,” You smile wide, eyes shinning upon seeing Yugyeom for the first time in two months. You two gotten so busy with work that meeting up was impossible then. “Waited long?”

“Just enough,” Yugyeom answers with a wink and motions for you to sit in front of him. While you got comfortable, you noticed Mina and Bambam shyly introducing themselves to each other.

“So…” Mina looks at you sideways. “Is this like a double date?”

If you could choke on water, you would; but unfortunately there was no water and you choke on air.

“Hm, something of the sorts,” Yugyeom says with that wicked smile you knew from long ago and something inside you twists.

Dinner goes as smoothly as it possibly could; Yugyeom mentions your past date a few times, you ignore him while he does is, Mina and Bambam seem to be on a world of their own, and by the time the check comes, they are the first ones to get up.

“We are going to take a walk,” Mina announces and, grabbing her date’s hand, dashes out of the restaurant.

“A walk my ass!” You exclaim, picking up the tab. “They just didn’t want to pay.”

At that, Yugyeom laughs fondly at you.

“Ah, I forgot how cute you looked when you get frustrated…”

“We’ve gone out once,” You joke.

“Wrong,” He says, leaning forward to look into your eyes. “We’ve gone out on a date once; we’ve gone out multiple times.”

“Yugy…”

He shakes his head, and smiles. He smiles that same smile he did when he kissed you, ten months ago.

“Nu-uh,” He says cutely. “We’re not doing this again. Where you at, Y/N?”

“… here?” You say confused.

“No, babe,” He repeats himself. “Where you at?”

Weirdly enough, this time you get it.

“I’m– I’m not sure,” You sigh. “What happened before is still happening and I’m not sure, Yugy, I’m sorry.”

“I see,” He says, and the smile doesn’t falter. “Ask me.”

“Where you at, Yugyeom?”

“I’m right here,” He says, index finger hitting the table. “Right here with you. I’ve been here for about three months, actually, although I’ve missed you for way more than that.”

“Yugyeom–“

“I regret that night every time I remember it.”

You breath in. This could be really good, or really bad.

“I regret leaving you by your door with just a lousy kiss,” He mumbles. His eyes locked yours in; gaze so intense you could feel your body on fire. “Because I knew that with that one lousy kiss I hurt you more than I could imagine.”

“How did you know?” You whisper, finally allowing yourself the time and the effort to just be vulnerable.

His hands find yours, over the unpaid check, and he squeezes them.

“Cause I was hurting too, love.”

His voice comes out soft and low, and you are not sure what to do next. Your heart is yarning for him, beating faster and faster as if it would only calm down when you got to his arms, but your head– damn, your head was torn in between going to him and leaving again. You are still struggling with everything happening to your family, and you are not sure if you can just give him your all.

You feel a comforting pressure on your forehead and you open your eyes to find Yugyeom closer than before, face near yours, and thumb soothing the frown on your face.

“I can see the wheels turning in here,” He taps your head lightly. “And I just want to say that although you say you don’t know where you are, I can guarantee you that I do. Know where I am, I mean; and that is enough. It was a problem before because we were both in bad places, so even if we had tried it was just a matter of time, but now… now I’m here with my arms open, waiting for you. You can trust me to take care of you when you can’t, and I’ll trust you to take care of me when you are ready.”

“I just don’t want to disappoint you…” You say, leaning forward and trying to meet him halfway. Hungry mouth meets hungry heart and everything is just too much. “I’m hurting and I don’t want to hurt you.”

You two are leaning over the table; his hand, the one that isn’t holding yours, finds your hair and grabs onto it for dear life. His lips, as soft and demanding as before, keep pulling and pushing; taking and giving. You could feel everything– the frustration, the need, the want. And you wanted it too, you wanted him too.

“With time,” He whispers, pulling away and you try to follow his lips. “You’ll get here with time, and I’ll be next to you as you walk. You’ll stop hurting one day babe, and I can help you get there.”

“What if I want to run?” You say, a smirk on your face. This is it, your changing moment; you are not going to suffer anymore, you are not going to mope– you are taking charge. If Yugyeom is what you want, he is what you get. The past ten months had been hell, for you. You kept waiting for him to show up at your door and tell you he wanted you. Every time your friends called you a hopeful romantic, you’d laugh, thinking of the too tall boy with too much faith in love.

“Can you?” He asks with a chuckle, the riddles getting too much for him. He wanted you. Now.

You nod, kissing his nose. “I can run really fast,” You say dropping enough money to cover dinner and tip on the table and pulling him out of the restaurant by his hand. “Especially if we’re running to my place.”

“Race you there.” He winks and you could swear that, as you dash through the streets, you passed by Mina and Bambam making out in a bench.

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The next day, when you wake up feeling too tired and too warm, you can’t help but think what a good day it was. The torrential rain outside couldn’t bother you; the too warm temperature of your body– and the body next to yours– couldn’t bother you. The loud moaning coming from Mina’s room… could bother you, even if just a little, but you chose to ignore it. That’s how happy you were. Until you weren’t.

Moving swiftly, you detangle yourself from a sleeping Yugyeom and make your way into the kitchen, suddenly feeling like breathing is the hardest thing to do.

“Are you okay?”

You jump and look back at Bambam. He is wearing only his pants and looks incredibly tired, but then again, so did you.

“Y-yeah, I’m– shit!– It’s… I’m fine.” You struggle to breath in between words and a you can see him worrying.

“Should I get Mina or Yugye–“

“Don’t.”

This time, your voice comes out clear and sharp. Bambam frowns but moves to sit next to you.

“I’ve heard about you, you know?” He whispers, looking at you expectantly.

“I’ve heard about you, too…” You answer, writing to see where this conversation is going.

“Yeah, but I’m the best friend,” He chuckles. “You’re the first love.”

“The what?!”

Bambam looks at you alarmed.

“He didn’t tell you last night?!” He screeches, and you have to cover his mouth to keep him from yelling the building awake. “Are you fucking kidding me?! Ya! Let me go, I’ll go get him– let me go! Ya! Kim Yugyeom, you fucking fool!”

“Stop that!” You hiss at him, and he bites your fingers, making you yelp and remove your hand from his mouth.

“No,” He responds. “He needs to stop that– I am fed up with this!”

“What the hell is going on?!”

You look at the corridor to find Yugyeom rubbing his eyes awake. There was something about that image– Yugyeom trying to wake up while shirtless,– that just made your heart swell.

“What’s going on,” Bambam seethes with squinted eyes. “Is that you are the biggest fucking idiot in the whole of South Korea. Scratch that– the entire world! You are a fucking hypocrite!”

“What are you–“

“You didn’t tell her!”

“Tell her what?”

“That you are in love with her!”

The silence that takes over the room is unbearable. Mina joins as soon as it happens and she gasps, holding your hand and you freaked out. You knew Yugyeom saw; he could read you like a book. He saw your wild eyes and he was sure he’d lost you then.

“… it wasn’t the right time,” Yugyeom sighs, and there is something off with his voice; a slight shake in the tone, almost as if he was about to cry– and if he was, you were right there with him. “But I guess she knows now, so that’s… cool.”

“You talked about her for three months, every night,” Bambam says, and you wish he’d just shut up. You know he is doing it out of love for his best friend, but everything is already so fucking weird and he is not helping. “Until you just stoped. And we all saw; you kept punishing yourself, over and over again, because you were so sure you had hurt her. So you just redirected your efforts, I guess; onto me. And you kept telling me I deserve happiness, and that I shouldn’t give up, and that love is real, but what does that say about you? You deserve to be happy too!”

You can’t ignore the fact that Bambam had a point.

“Wait,” Mina mumbles. “You’re him?”

“Mina, no.” You beg.

“No, Bambam is right, and if I’m right too, then you two deserve each other,” She chuckles. “The two biggest idiots in the world.”

“Him who?” Yugyeom asks.

“I don’t know,” Mina shrugs. “Y/N came back from a date, around nine or ten months ago, crying and laughing and being all weird; and she never gave me a name, but the way she talked about him was just… something I’ve always wanted to do. I’ve always wanted to love someone like that.”

“Please tell me I’m him,” Yugyeom begs, laughing as he says it, but his eyes look for clues on your face.

“Of course you’re him, you idiot,” You say, fondness seeping through your voice. “Can you imagine how awkward this would be if you weren’t, though?”

“Oh, yeah,” Yugyeom says ironically. “Only then it would be awkward.”

You two stop bantering to look at your expectant friends.

“Can you two give us a moment?” You ask, suddenly embarrassed.

“Oh shit,” Bambam exclaims as if suddenly waking up from a trance. “Yeah, of course! Let’s go, babe!”

Babe? You’d have to ask about that later.

You find yourself sitting down in from of Yugyeom a few minutes later, hands slowly caressing his knees.

“Hey,” You start. “They might’ve not done it the best way, but they kind of helped us.”

“I know,” Yugyeom sighs. “I just wanted to be the one to tell you.”

“You can still tell me,” You say and now you’ve moved; you slowly crawled onto his lap, and nestled yourself there. “Please tell me.”

“I love you, Y/N,” He says. “Have been in love with you for a while now.”

“You’re so stupid, you know that?” You ask with a sudden huff. “Stupid cupid.”

“Ya, seriously?” Yugyeom gasps. “I just said I love you!”

“I love you too,” You roll your eyes. “But that’s not the point. You should’ve called me sooner! You’re always match making your friends, how can you be so bad at this?!”

“I don’t know!” He says as loudly as you, mouth twitching in a weird side smile.

“Well, look where we are now!”

“Looks pretty good to me!”

At this point, you two are practically shouting at each other’s faces. Laughing at your antics, you kiss him. Your hands find his hair and his go around your waist, pulling you closer.

It was finally time. You know how much Yugyeom dreamt of falling in love, and it was finally here; you were just glad it could be with you.

“Looks pretty good to me too.”

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lowkey the weirdest fic I’ve ever written, but I somehow can imagine yugyeom and bambam in this situation! what do you all think? too weird? let me know :P