#yu barom fanfiction

[haddieyu]

Overbearing Tension: part 1

Christian Yu x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, masturbation (f), slight exhibitionism (kinda?), sexting and sexcalling (mainly f receiving), I think that's it, lmk if there should be any other warnings!!!

Summary:

He needed a date for his second cousin's wedding and nobody else was available so he called you up. Not realising what the next night would be like.

Note: couldn't be bothered proof reading ngl so sorry if there's mistakes 😭 hope you enjoy!!!

You and Christian were never that close. You met through a long time friend of his, Dabin. You knew of him, of course, but you never thought you'd meet, or let alone call yourself friends with him, or whatever you two were.

Not that you two ever even flirted with eachother, but it wasn't that hard to feel the gazes. To feel the tension of his subtle attraction. You tried denying it though.

Why would he even be attracted to you? You were pretty simple, just a digital artist for Dabin's albums.

But fuck, the butterflies were there. Even a glance at him at your insides all fluttery. You wouldn't ever be able to look at him without a tiny tingle between your legs either.

You two occasionally began to talk, just subtle things like events coming up for DPR, but what you didn't expect was for a late last minute call at 1am.

Seeing his contact name, you picked up the phone, "Chri-"

"I need you."

Woah.

Holy fuck was an understatement. Already feeling an ache in your gut.

"I need you to be my date for my second cousins wedding."

What?

That was not what you were expecting.

"Please?"

You sighed, looking at my wall as his voice rang through the phone speaker.

"Why?"

"because I don't know who else would be available."

Really? That was it? Because you were available? You expected more. Maybe that he wanted you to be his date or something.

Shrugging off your thoughts, you recalled the few times he would listen to your problems. You guessed you could. A favour for a favour.

You finalised you decision, "Fine."

"Thank you." You could hear his sigh of relief. It was just a day, one day you would go to a wedding with him, even simply a few hours.

Wasn't that hard, right?

"No problem." You said with a little defeat, not even bothering to put up a fight as you began hanging up the phone.

The earler heart palpitations that came from how he said he wanted you were still there. The flutter between your thighs. That was so random, 'I need you.' Who the fuck says that first thing on a call?

"This man.."

"Uh... How's this?" You turned, looking at yourself in the long mirror of the dressing room. Shopping with him was one thing you didn't exactly expect. You thought maybe you'd just get a nice dress or whatever, but he insisted on matching.

Looking to him, you barely met his gaze. He was too focused on how it looked on you.

Not that it was a typical silk dress, it was fitting on the top but had a small lift on the bottom that went down in a long cascade, making your waist look longer and more snatched than usual.

"So?" You asked, verbally seeking affirmation on his opinion.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" Huh?

Staring at him for a second. You recalled how he was usually a very sweet man, of course he would say something like this. Nothing to get all bashful and weak about. But you did.

"Are you sure..?" You asked a bit quieter.

"Darling... You look incredible."

Your face heated up, smiling at him. How you wish you could kiss the lips that parted as he said that sentence.

"Thank you. Should I get this one?" You turned back to the mirror, your hands on your sides as I looked and moved to see how the dress would look in action.

"Mhm."

*Closing the curtains, you sighed, trying to catch the breath you lost when you saw how he looked at you. You couldn't be going insane, he was clearly checking you out. And the compliments? Ugh.

If this man is seriously single you were gonna try to change that.

After purchasing the dress and holding the bag, you walked out with him. Already having have looked at suits for him.

"So.. this is a pretty fancy wedding, huh?" You tried making conversation, not wanting it to be awkward even if you were crippled with attraction for him.

"Uh, yeah." He was staring at his phone as you two walked.

Thinning your lips into a line as you looked at his phone, was he texting someone?

"Busy?" You asked suspiciously.

"Mh, a little.. just wedding things. They think you're my girlfriend."

Pause.

"What?" You immediately responded, stopping in your steps.

"Yeah.. I guess my mom just wants me to finally settle down or something."

"Ah.." you trailed off in momentary understanding. Gosh, being his girlfriend would be a dream. if only he knew the sight of his arms alone had your pussy fluttering for him.

"Does she bug you about it alot?"

A soft chuckle left his lips, "more than a lot. Constantly. She didn't fully understand how much I try to work. Especially with my.."

You

nodded at him, not needing him to continue. You knew even if he was very mature and emotioanlly available when it came to communicating, his mental health was rather touchy.

He gave you a soft smile, but you swore he wasn't looking at your eyes, but rather at your lips. But you looked away, nervous from how handsome he looked even glancing at you.

Get a grip, what the fuck?

"Let's eat," you changed the subject.

"yeah, yeah, okay," he followed as you went into whatever restaurant was close.

Taking your time to order and sitting a bit silently with eachother as you waited for the food.

You went on your phone, scrolling through social media silently since he seemed a bit out of it.

The feeling on a shoe gently tapping yours caught your attention, glancing forward to him only to be met by his playful gaze. A soft one.

Smiling at him, you tapped his foot back. Noticing his small smirk as he gently rubbed the tip of his foot against your ankle. Just what was he doing?

"you okay?" You questioned.

"Why wouldn't I be, darling?" God, that would always make you crumble.

"Nothing," you rubbed his ankle back, searching his face for a reaction. When the sight of subtle desire illuminated his expression, you gently bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress the desire you were hit with like a heat wave.

Staring into his eyes silently since you didn't know where else to look. The tension between you in that moment was definitely palpable. Not thick and heavy, but definitely there in a way that turned you both on.

Being disrupted by the food was a blessing and a curse, focusing on eating but your stomach make you feel quesy. You were definitely going to need some sort of release by the end of the night or you'd go insane.

Heading home after bidding goodbye, you flopped onto your bed, sighing as a small smile lit up your face. He had to be into you. Or else you'd be insanely delusional with no explanation.

Your core ached for him, for some sort of release you knew some rubbing or toys wouldn't be able to help with. That's how badly you were attracted to him. Settling with a pillow between your legs as you'd watch some videos, even reading some sort of smut to distract you and get you off.

Nothing worked.

Turning off your phone and closing your eyes, you began to imagine. Mentally creating a scenario.

You went back to earlier in the day. When you were in the dressing room.

Slowly rocking your hips, you imagined if he had walked into your dressing room. The look of surprise that would be on your face before he would hold your face and start kissing you. His hand slipping into your panties and beginning to feel the we-

*Beep!*

Trying to ignore it as you continued rocking against your p-

*Beep!*

'Who the fuck is texting me?' you thought, opening your phone to the label of Christians name. Your eyes widening as you quickly sat up, opening the DM.

« you felt that too right?

What?

« felt what?

« the tension.

Your heart skipped a beat. Was this happening?

« just kidding. I was actually going to ask you a favour.

Is he for real? You just got soaked for him with a single text and now he's saying he's joking?

« can you pretend to be my girlfriend?

WHAT?

« excuse me? 😭

« sorry, darling. I know it sounds weird but I really need this. So my family will leave me alone atleast till the wedding is over.

This was so stupid. Was he being for real?

« aren't I already your date?

« yes but that's different. That's just my date, not my girlfriend.

He's a bit.. dumb.

« uhuh. So then why should I be your girlfriend if it's so different.

You were upset. Being his last option wasn't flattering but now he wants you as a fake girlfriend?

« because I need it. I need you.

Fuck... When he puts it like that..

« mmmmmmmmm maybe?

« darling.

« hmmmm 🤔

« I need you.

Staring at his text, an evil thought went through your mind.

« how badly do you need me, hm?

You responded. Your hand beginning to slip into your panties. Wait. This was wrong. You shouldn-

« Please, darling. I need you to do this for me.

Gently rubbing your arousal up and down to wetten your clit before you softly rubbed it, typing with one hand.

« you can do better than that.

You responded.

« fuck, please? I need you.

A tiny sigh of air left you, still rubbing your clit.

« darling?

You didn't respond, too cloudy with desire as you touched yourself with his text's.

« my love.. what are you doing?

Your heart skipped a beat, your hand stopping it's movenents as you quickly responded,

« nothing?

Your heart skipped another beat.

« don't lie to me. You just made me beg for you over text and you haven't responded once for 5 minutes. What are you doing?

Fuck, were you caught?

« sorry I was a just making my bed

« were you touching yourself?

Cough. A choke of spit getting caught in your throat as you read the text.

« WHAT?

« Don't give me that. You were, weren't you?

What the fuck? Were there cameras in here?

« uhm, what? That's a bit fucking weird to text me about ??

« so you were.

HOW DID HE KNOW?

« how? Were you rubbing yourself? Slipping your fingers inside? And to my texts too.

You didn't know how to respond to that, just staring at the screen with your jaw dropped.

« keep going.

Your breath caught in your throat. What?

« what do you mean?

« keep touching yourself.

« I

« Christian..

« nono, keep touching yourself.

A soft moan of desire emitting past your lips, rubbing your clit again as he continued typing.

« are you doing it like a girl good?

« nyes

You could barely type since it was with one hand, so turned on your eyes fluttered.

« are you all wet for me?

« I am

« have you been aching for me, my love?

« yessjendrj

« can't even type? You're so fluttery right now, aren't you?

Your finger sank inside your aching cunt. You never felt much when you fingered yourself but in that moment you wanted something inside you. You wanted him inside you. You needed it.

« fuck, Christian. I need you so badly.

That was extremely risky to text, but he already knew you were clearly touching yourself for him, what else could you lose?

« I know you do, darling.

« can you pick up for me?

You stared at the screen as his contact photo showed up with the green and red button, sighing shakily as you pressed the green button. Silent as you waited for him to speak first.

"Darling?"

You could practically hear the desire radiating off his voice, even through the phone.

"Yeah?" You answered quietly, a bit shaky in stabilisation.

"Fuck, you're shaky, baby."

"mh.." all you could muster was a noise.

"Are you touching yourself because of me?"

"yeah.." you breathed out, softly rubbing your clit with the finger that was inside you before.

"fuck, you don't know how much that turns me on."

"Christian.." you murmured his name softly. Wanting to somehow turn him on more, even if you were so clouded by your own desire.

"Are you rubbing yourself?"

"mh.. yes.."

"That's my pretty girl. Keep rubbing yourself for me, baby."

A soft whine left your mouth. All you wanted was him, and it was obvious he clearly knew that now. But fuck, how would you even face him after this?

"Just like that.."

He cooed softly

"You're making me so hard, all for you. I'm aching for you too, especially when I saw you in that dress, looking all.. fuck.."

Your eyes fluttered shut, your hand that was holding your phone began clamping so tight that your phone fell to the side of your head.

"Need you.. need you so bad.." you whimpered with all the strength and dignity you had left.

"Shh.. I know darling. Just keep rubbing your little nerves for me, okay? Imagine it being my fingers, softly tapping and rubbing your clit. Treating you the way you deserve.. all soaked and fluttert for me."

That was enough for you to mewl softly, finding the feeling that meant your orgasm was close.

"Close.." you whispered with all your might. you were clearly extremely shy and he loved it.

"keep going, you're doing such a good job for me."

Whimpering quietly, your eyes closed as you found your orgasm, the feeling overwhelming you from how hard it was, if anything it overstimulated you. Making you whine a bit louder as you continued rubbing your clit even if it hurt a little bit.

"That's it, just like that.. good girl.." he said softly through the phone.

Catching your breath, your eyes opened a bit tiredly, looking at the ceiling as the gravity of what just happened. And fuck, you wanted more.

"Thank you.." you said quietly, sacred someone would hear you as if you didn't live alone in your apartment.

"You did such a good job for me, cumming so sweetly all over your fingers for me.." he praised, making you needy again, but you were too tired to continue anything.

"Stay on call..?" You asked sleepily.

"Of course, baby. Close your eyes and sleep, hm?"

You yawned, closing your eyes. You were so tired from how hard you orgasmed that your hand was still in your panties.

Your mind slipped into a state of post-orgasm bliss that you fell asleep within one minute. Soft murmurs and sounds from your sleep went through the reciever, making him smile. Even if he had a boner as hard as rock.

"Goodnight pretty girl." He murmured softly before hanging up.

He leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling as he realised what happened. He couldn't wait till he saw you again, that was for sure.

I hope you enjoyed!!!!! That's just part one, expect part 2 soon 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[xsugarrush]

Hello, may I request something for DPR Ian where readers meet his friends?

I understand if you are busy or don't want to take this request 💕

Impressions

Pairing: DPR Ian x GN!reader Genre: Romance, Fluff Warnings: established relationships, Characters: Summary: Y/n meets Christian's friends for the first time. AN: Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I decided to use their stage name instead of their real name, so people don't get confused.

I tugged nervously at the hem of my shirt as Christian led me into the dimly lit bar. The place had a intimate vibe, with warm lights casting a soft glow over the wooden tables and leather booths. I wasn't sure what to expect when he suggested a casual night out, but it wasn't this.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked, his voice low and soothing as he squeezed my hand.

"Yeah, just a little nervous," I admitted, giving him a small smile. "It's not every day I meet your friends."

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we weaved through the crowd. "You'll be fine. They're going to love you. I mean, how could they not?"

I appreciated his confidence, but my stomach still fluttered with nerves. Meeting Christian's friends felt like a big step, a glimpse into a part of his life that I hadn't yet been privy to. I knew how close he was with his crew, the people he worked with and trusted, so I wanted to make a good impression.

“Hey, guys!” Christian called out, catching their attention. “I want you to meet someone.”

All eyes turned to us as we reached the table. Christian gently nudged me forward, his hand resting reassuringly on the small of my back.

“This is Y/N,” he said, his voice full of pride. “My girlfriend.”

The group greeted me with warm smiles and enthusiastic hellos, and I couldn’t help but relax a little. They seemed friendly, welcoming even. Christian introduced each of them one by one—there was Live, Cream, and several others.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Live said, extending his hand with a grin. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah, Christian doesn’t shut up about you,” Cream added, teasingly nudging Christian, who just rolled his eyes with a grin.

I laughed, feeling my nerves start to melt away. “All positive things, I hope?”

“Of course!” Live said, patting the seat next to him. “Come, sit down. We’ve got plenty of room.”

Christian and I slid into the booth, and the conversation quickly resumed. I listened intently as they joked and shared stories, their camaraderie evident in every word. It was easy to see why Christian cherished these people—they were like a family, a close-knit group that had each other’s backs no matter what.

As the night wore on, I found myself slowly being pulled into their world. They were funny, down-to-earth, and full of energy. They asked me questions about myself, genuinely fascinating in getting to know me, and shared stories about their adventures with Christian.

Christian whispered in my ear at one point, his arm wrapped casually around my waist.

I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I can see why you care about them so much.” I whispered.

“They already like you,” he said softly, his eyes shining with affection. “But then again, who wouldn’t?”

Before long, I was laughing along with the group, feeling more at ease than I ever expected. We talked about everything from music to travel, and I even got to hear a few embarrassing stories about Christian’s past that had me in stitches.

Eventually, the night began to wind down. The bar had emptied out a bit, and the energy had shifted to a more relaxed, mellow vibe. Christian’s friends started making their goodbyes, one by one, each of them giving me a warm farewell.

“It was great meeting you, Y/N,” Cream said as he gave me a quick hug. “You’re welcome to hang with us anytime.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling genuinely touched. “I’d love that.”

Once everyone had left, Christian and I were the only ones left at the table. He glanced at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“See? I told you it’d be fine,” he said, leaning in to kiss my temple.

I smiled, leaning into his touch. “You were right. They’re amazing, Christian. I really enjoyed tonight.”

He pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “I’m glad you did. It means a lot to me that you got along with them.”

I hugged him back, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. Meeting his friends had been nerve-wracking, but now that it was over, I realized it was a huge step in our relationship—a step that brought us even closer.

As we walked out of the bar hand in hand, I felt a renewed sense of belonging. Christian had opened up another part of his world to me, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be—right by his side.

[littlemissmasokitten]

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🧸 = Not Age Restricted

💢 = Potentially Intense

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[yourtypagirl1]

Baby Fever

Christian Yu/DPR IAN X OC- [Fluff]

Have you had lunch yet? I texted Christian, knowing he must be in the studio right about now, working on new music.

He texted back saying he hadn’t, and I asked him to meet me at a nearby diner I knew about that had great food.

I kinda have something important I want to talk to you about.

Naturally he texted back with concern asking if everything was alright.

Everything is perfect, I reassured him.

We met at the diner within 30 minutes, and we ate, talked, and enjoyed each other’s company. I kept looking for the opportunity to break the news to him and thought about how I should say it. Luckily, he didn’t push me to deliver the news right away and instead waited for me to tell him on my own.

We paid the bill at the diner and then left. Deciding to go for a walk in the area, we held hands, as we passed by several shops.

It was a beautiful day outside and there were several couples in the area, including families. I notice one couple in particular pushing a baby stroller and thought to myself, maybe this could be us in a few months.

“So, what was it you wanted to …?”

“Oh, look!” I interrupted, directing Christian’s attention to a baby clothing store.

“Go inside with me?” I asked, walking towards the entrance to the shop.

He looked a bit confused, but agreed anyway.

“Oh my god, Christian, look how cute!” I said, excitedly holding up a pair of the smallest baby shoes I had ever seen.

“And what do you think of this? Can you imagine our baby in this?” I asked, holding up a gender-neutral onesie to show him.

“Are you …?”

“Pregnant? Yes, I am,” I said, finishing his sentence with a smile on my face.

“No … Holy shit,” he said looking stunned, with his eyes wide open.

“I know we weren’t planning for this, but …”

“It doesn’t even matter. This is wonderful, baby,” he said, giving me a loving kiss on the lips and placing his hand on my stomach.

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

Timed to De-Stress {Christian Yu} ~Happy One Month!!~

Prompt: Can I request a Christian Yu smut where you give him a blowjob and ride his thigh because he’s so stressed. With dirty talk, please

Pairing: Christian x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: smut,

|| Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist ||

“Just let me take care of you, Christian,” I sigh for the umpteenth time, climbing to straddle his lap, eyes scanning over his face that was tight with stress. “You’ve been working on that same slide for over three days…it’s three words, and a background picture, you’re overworking yourself,” I note also for the umpteenth time, my hands smoothing over his broad shoulders, my forehead pressed against his. His eyes were dark, and the bags had started to appear under his eyes again, I needed to convince taking a break was what was best. “Christian, baby, give me ten minutes,” I suggest, raising a brow as he lips curl into an amused smirk,

“You don’t give up do you?”

“Nope!” I giggle, popping the ‘p’, “Especially not when it involves de-stressing you,” My hands move down his chest, moving their way under the black t-shirt he wore. I move my hands up and down his sides, leaning back on his lap a little to watch him react to me.

“What do you plan on doing in ten minutes, you sneaky one?” He laughs, quickly pecking my lips, I run my tongue over my bottom lip, eyes shifting down to his bulge, that was obviously and clearing growing.

“I just want to suck you off, I know how relaxed you get when you see me sucking your cock.” Christian raises a brow at my words,

“You wouldn’t be wrong there,” His hands move from his sides to rub up and down my thighs, his eyes boring into mine, “Hmmm, so you got ten minutes…I wouldn’t waste it, I am busy after all.” I smirk down at him, hooking my fingers in his sweats, pulling them down as I slide off his lap, letting them pull around his ankles. I look back up, his cock resting against his abdomen, his head cocked to the side, “Nine minutes, and fifteen seconds,”  He reminds me of the time limit in a sing-song voice, his eyes gleaming with amusement. I hush him and grab the base of his cock, keeping eye contact with him as I planted a wet, sloppy kiss on the head of his cock, pulling away, a string of precum connected from his tip to my lips. I stifle a laugh at how turned on he was though he played to deny it. I lick my lips, breaking the string and I lean back in, this time planting a line of wet and sloppy kisses down his shaft until I reached my hand. “Y-you’re w-wasting ti-time.” He grimaces, his words stumbling off his lips as I lick a bold stripe up the underside of his cock. I circle his twitching head, with my tongue, before slowly wrapping my lips around him. I suck on him, the tip of my tongue, kitten-licking his slit, “Hol-holy fuck!” I begin to slowly push myself down his length, stopping half-way to pull my mouth off of him completely.

“How much time do I have left?” I tease, stroking the wet half of his shaft, not waiting for an answer as I let my tongue explore the half of his shaft my hand wasn’t moving up and down. I remove my hand and place him in my mouth again, I push down him halfway, stopping when a high moan falls from his lips, I begin to get cocky knowing how easy it was to break him when I put my mouth on him. Christian scoffs and grabs the back of my hair, forcefully thrusting his hips upward, the rest of him filling my mouth as he did. He hits the back of my throat with the quick and sudden action, and he holds onto the back of my head, pushing me on and off of his cock. Each time he would make sure my nose pressed against his stomach, and he would hold me there for a few seconds, huffing on about how he hated teases.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck! Are you going to swallow it! You gonna swallow my cum?” Christian pulls me off of him and grabs my chin in one hand forcing me to keep my mouth open as his other hand stroked his cock until he was cumming, the salty and hot liquid quickly filling my mouth. I push at his hand, scooting back to swallow his seed, “Come here, princess,” I stand up and he grabs my hips, directing me to straddle one of his thighs, “We have a few stray minutes,” Is all he says, as he lifts my sweatshirt and asks me to move my panties to the side. I do what he asks without a second thought and I know he’s smiling at how obedient I was to him. “You know that thing you’ve been asking for, for a minute?” I nod, my jaw dropping in realization, “I’m going to hold your hips but I want you to get yourself off on my thigh okay, princess?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” He chuckles and nods for me to start, I hold onto his shoulder, lowering myself on his thigh, biting my lip when my clit comes in contact with the thick muscle.

“Don’t hold back on me either baby, I want to hear you,” I nod and slowly begin to move my hips back and forth, Christian’s eyes glued to my face, as mine were glued to his thigh. “There you go, princess.” His hands move down from my hips and he grabs handfuls of my ass, still letting me move at my own pace. “You look so beautiful, humping my thigh like a horny, desperate kitten.” I whimper, both hands moving to grip his shoulders as I begin to move my hips faster. Christian occasionally flexing his thigh, my nails digging into his shoulders, as I started to hump his thigh more eagerly, pants of his name spilling from my mouth. “Kitten, you’re so fucking desperate to cum,” He chuckles, digging his nails into the flesh of my ass,

“Can I cum? Please, Christ-fuck! Please, can I cum?” He cocks his head to the side,

“I don’t know, you have a minute and a few seconds until your tens minutes are up, think you can last that long?” I whimper, my eyes screwing shut as I focused on not cumming before the minute was up, “It’s only a minute, but it’s painful, especially when you’re right there on the edge, isn’t it baby?” I nod, rolling my head as I pushed myself harder onto his thigh, my fingers grasping at the cotton fabric of his shirt, “Go ahead kitten, cum for me,”

I throw my head back, his hands taking over in rocking my hips back and forth, my juices slicking his thigh. “Yes! Thank you so much, thank you!” I cry,

“'No! Look at me!” He quickly slaps my ass and my eyes shoot up, my head dropping so I can look him in the eye as he ushers me through my orgasm, “There you go, you look so pretty cumming onto my thigh, so pretty fucking my thigh like your life depends on it.” I just nod, my lips slightly parted as my legs squeeze his thigh, my hands moving to the back of his head, running his locks around my fingers.

“I’m done! Ah, I’m done,” Christian brings his motions to a slow stop, his hands moving from my ass to my thigh, “See? Taking a ten-minute break didn’t kill you.” I move off of him and sit next to him, eyes shifting from his to his work,

“You made such a mess,” He stands up and pulls his shirt over his head, “Looks like we have to take a shower,” He grabs my wrist and pulls me off the couch,

“What about your work?”

“It’ll be there later, come on!”

[goeatsomelife]

don’t call me lover | CHRISTIAN YU (DPR IAN)

Gif creds

Warnings: angst, little makeout at the end (PLEASE, SEND ME FLUFF OR SMUT REQUEST, I JUST CAN’T STOP WRITING ANGST)

Pairing: Christian Yu ( DPR Ian) x Reader

Summary: Best friends Christian and Y/N keep breaking up with their partners ones realizing that they were wrong about who they were looking for in the first place

"And her too?" You asked exhaling tiredly, looking into his eyes with furrowed brows. You were wondering honestly why he was ending every relationship so fast? "She was decent, I guess, at least, better than the previous one" you shrugged chuckling a little bit trying to ease an atmosphere between you. Afterward, you realized it could hurt him in this stage. Instead of an answer he just glanced at you with a sad smirk, if you can call it that, and returned his gaze to his fingers, that was nervously picking on his skin, his dark locks hiding his face. At first, you thought it was just an act of sorrow because of his breakup, but you didn't know it was the result of different thoughts in his head.

You sat there in silence. "How it's going on with Nick?" His voice cracked. You were surprised by this question, realizing, that now you finally need to tell him about your own breakup. He was your best friend, you just can't lie to him especially in this situation. 

"Not good. Actually..." You started only to be interrupted by Christian. "You broke up". Again, shock prominent on your face. "h-how do you know?". 

"This asshole graced me with a privilege to know it". 

"Seriously? God. Why is that? You never were close." You demanded answers trying to find Christian eyes. It was strange. "He thinks it's me the reason why you broke up. He kindly let me know about it," he said, brushing his hand through his hair. "What do you think?" 

"I think it's bullshit. He's just an asshole that's it. You're my best friend, and nothing will change it" you said sensing a sudden tension in the air between you. He was still hiding his face, which annoyed you as hell. 

"It will change" his words cut through you like a dagger. "W-what?" Your eyes finally met with his creating a strong connection. Sweat broke through the pores on your palms. 

"He is right" another hit. Now every cell of your body tensed. You couldn't even direct this conversation into a joke. It wasn't funny, even though you were always reacting with jokes in similar situations.

Where is he going with this? He can't just end 6 years of your friendship. You can work this out, your friendship just can't be the cause of all of the break-ups. It's just...unfair. 

"I am the reason of your breakups.You are the reason of my. That’s why it's all happening. I've broken the hearts of so many girls because of you. I thought they are wrong. I thought" he stopped, looking straight into your eyes. His gaze was hard, almost overwhelming. You couldn't say anything, paralyzed by the fear of ending things. 

"Why are you saying this?" You finally found the strength to say something, your voice stuck in your throat. Your lips quivering, trying to block the tears out of streaming from your eyes. 

"Hey" Christian took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. His palms warm and rough, only making it even harder. Why is he doing this? His fingers trailed up your hand leaving goosebumps on your skin, his gaze dazed. 

"Stop it" you moved your hand. "Look, just go. If you really think I am the reason all of your stupid girls left you - go ahead. Just wipe out all of the years of our friendship" the bubble just popped. You couldn't stand it anymore. If he wants it, he will get it. Maybe your love life will get better too. Maybe, he is right and it will be better for both of you. In response to your outburst you just heard a rich laugh, that one you love the most. The one laugh that made you feel butterflies in your stomach. He took your wrist to pull you harshly into his embrace, his sweatshirt cladded hands wrapping around you. 

"What the hell?" He just kept holding you and chuckling, making you even angrier. That's all just a joke to him. 

"You are so stubborn and dorky," he said, pulling you back to see your face. It was flushed with red, hair an absolute mess, confusion prominent. His eyes were glistering. He took your face in his palms getting even closer, only inches between your faces. You gulped, confused about this strange behavior. You knew him very well, but now his behavior was absolutely crazy. 

"It's you, all of that time it was you" he chuckled again leaning even closer, his plump wet lips grazed yours. You could just move away but you stayed, savoring the last moment together...or not last? 

"What do you mean?" You just couldn't stand the silence that was tearing you apart. You can feel his breath on your skin. The corner of his mouth raised up, catching your attention. It was only a distraction to connect your lips in a kiss. His lips finally touched yours. Your breath stuck in your throat until you realize you could breathe with your nose. He moved back letting you breathe and calm down, your chest was rising and falling fast, hands shaking. 

"I can't love anyone else. Only because my heart beats for you" he whispered calmly, nibbling your upper lip with his. Your vision blurred in rapture. Without holding your emotions you eagerly climbed on his lap wrapping your hands around him. You squeezed him connecting your lips again with his in a heated kiss, now fully opening for him to discover new horizons of your body. You never allowed it in your relationship and now you fully reunited. Nick actually was right, thanks to him. That's the reason that was behind all of your relationships. And you were never so happy to accept defeat.

[agustdef]

Tiptoeing: Around You | m.

✰ Pairing: Christian Yu/Reader 

› Genres: Smut, Fluff, Mildest of Angst

✰ Rating: 18+ 

› Warnings: Language

✰ Status: Oneshot 

› In Collaboration: With @shadowsremedy​ who altered my plans a little, but I don’t mind it. Here is his fic, they’re both in the same universe: Tiptoeing: Around Love.

✰ Beta Read: @suhdays​ and @ppersonna​

›  Banner: @shadowsremedy​

✰ Summary: YN has pined after Christian for a while, but after one more kick in the butt by her best friend and an evening in the same room she finally acts on those feelings.

›  A/N: This fic was written for the sweet and mildly chaotic @dee-ehn​ for her birthday. You deserve the world, but since I cannot give you that we’re going to have to settle for some fictional content starring the ever handsome and rude Christian Yu. I hope you enjoy it love and I hope your day was great!

“Pft, you’re no better than me,” YN whispered into her phone.

There was a loud chuckle on the other side and then it stopped abruptly.

“Yeah, but at least I have a girlfriend. You’re out here acting like a lovesick puppy for a guy who is clearly into you. I don’t know how much sadder this can get at this point. It’s been months, YN,” Yoongi said.

Naturally, she rolled his eyes at his words. The fact that all of that was true mattered not. Or at least most of it was true, she wasn’t quite sure if Christian was into her. Everyone said he was and there were some signs, like flirting and being touchy but he was like that with a few of his close friends. That alone couldn’t be the indicator for his feelings. If they were feelings at all. For all she knew she and everyone else were seeing the signs of lust and not romantic feelings that led to a monogamous relationship.

At least that’s what the voice in her head told her when she got up the courage to think he actually liked her and planned to act on it. The pesky ass voice couldn’t let her have nice things.

Despite her clear acknowledgement of the factualness of what he said she couldn’t let him have the last word. It just wasn’t a true testament to their friendship if she didn’t try to gain the upper hand.

“Well, at least I’m not using fuckboy antics to get out of telling the person I’m dating I love them. You can’t use that psycho bitch, who tried to kill me might I add, as an excuse for why you don’t say it forever, Yoon. Especially since you know Jamie isn’t like that. But you gotta take the plunge and talk to her before too much time has passed and she won’t want to listen anymore.”

There was a brief silence before a dramatic sigh left his lips. YN could imagine the look on his face as he did it too. A mix of sadness, resignation, and annoyance at the fact that she was right. They wouldn’t be such close friends if they both didn’t hate being proven wrong while also understanding the other enough to know when it was the right moment to push it.

“Okay,” he whispered.

“What was that?”

“Okay! You’re right. But you need to stop tiptoeing around the subject and just tell him already. He likes you, let him know you feel the same way,” he said.

That got YN to sigh with about as much feeling as Yoongi had. Her body felt tired as she thought of having to speak those words, but she realized she really needed to get it over with. Even if she threw up in the process, it had to happen.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

“Hm? What was that?” he mocked her.

“Okay, damn. I’ll do it. So annoying.”

Again, he laughed and it made her happy to hear him not so down like he’d been for days. Of course, the laughter could only help so much, but it was better than nothing.

Biting her lower lip her head turned so she looked at the studio door where the man who she was losing it over was. He waited for her to bring in snacks and she’d stopped part way to call Yoongi about something unrelated to the conversation they had. One that she was so lost in that she didn’t realize twenty minutes more than needed had gone by.

“Shit, I have to go. I should have been back already. I’ll call you later. Love you. Bye.” she said.

Yoongi laughed. “Love you too.”

With that she hung up the call and took a deep breath before walking towards the studio door. Her hand grasped the knob for a few seconds as she took a deep breath and thought over Yoongi’s words. Maybe the all-nighter they planned was the right place or maybe it was the worst possible place for her to do that since she’d still have work to do if he reacted negatively.

When she finally opened the door and stepped in she’d decided to just see what happened. There would be no forcing herself to say anything about it or actively stopping herself. For once she’d go with the flow, with a bit of hope that she’d randomly get the urge to blurt it out like she sometimes did.

Upon her entry Christian’s head whipped up to look at her. He stared her down as she kicked off her shoes and made her way to her seat. The expression on his face didn’t give way to his thoughts, but she assumed he was confused as to why it took her so long to get back.

“You get lost?” he asked, taking the bag from her.

“Nope. Just had a phone call.”

Christian paused for a second, his brow raised in question.

“Yoongi?”

YN didn’t stop what she was doing for many people, especially when it came to work related things needing to be done. But Yoongi was her oldest friend and she’d hop on a plane without a moment's notice if he needed her. That meant that usually people could guess who she’d been talking to easily.

“Yeah. He wanted to whine some,” she said.

Her attention moved to the computer in front of her, which still held the work she’d left off on. Christian had messed with something a little, but for the most part had seemed to be focused on what went on upon his own screen. Something about what he was doing reminded her of a thing she’d forgotten with the clip was editing and despite the hunger that plagued her she went straight into work. Of course, she felt Christian’s eyes on her the whole time and heard him chewing away at the snacks in the bag but her mind hyper focused so none of that matter.

About fifteen minutes passed before her hands stopped moving and Christian used that to pull her chair for the desk. Her immediate reaction was to tell him off, but he shoved half of a sandwich towards her mouth and she found herself biting it without a thought. That brought a smug expression to his face, but she merely rolled her eyes and snatched the sandwich.

There was some small protest from him, but it stopped as she took another bite of the sandwich. YN was so hungry that she hadn’t really chewed anything or tasted it for that matter. She’d had little to eat throughout the day because they’d needed some last-minute shots and that left her running here and there. Anything consumed was burned off within an hour or two. Which is why Christian had offered they go get dinner first, but she knew a heavy meal would make her focus on editing harder. Food made her sleepy most of the time.

“Slow down,” Christian said, his Australian accent thickening with the worry in his tone.

But his warning was too late because she’d shoved the last piece into her mouth and swallowed it. Her hand reached for the other in his hand, but he gently pushed it away and handed her an opened water instead. She glared at him but drank down the water; though with the way he stared at her she stopped herself from downing half of it in a few seconds. Sips were slow and small until she felt her throat less dry.

“Now can I have the other half?” she asked, her voice sickly sweet and a pout on her lips.

For a moment Christian just stared his eyes focused on something on her face. At first, she wondered if she’d gotten anything on it while eating, but then she watched him bite his lower lip and his eyes flicker up to her’s and then down again. She thought that he had to be looking at her lips and her heart did a thing, though her mind wasn’t sure if it was him wanting to kiss her or something being on them. In a moment of uncertainty, she wiped at the lip and came up with nothing, but that seemed to be enough to snap Christian out of whatever trance he’d been in.

Without a word he passed her the other half of the sandwich and then got busy unwrapping his own. Silence followed with a few words spoken here and there when one of them stared at either screen long enough to have a question rise up. It was a good little break from YN’s thoughts about what happened minutes before and also got her mind ready for what she was going to do for the next several hours. Dread filled her, but knew it wasn’t impossible by any means.

“Ready?” Christian asked after finishing off his tea.

YN nodded and just like that they got to work.

Christian was to focus on piecing together a visual that would encompass the entire comeback the Dabin planned, while YN was focused on getting through the main music video. There were some others she had to do, but they were all shorter and didn’t need some of the magic that the main one did. Part of her cursed the team for being so damn ambitious, but it kept her on her toes so she couldn’t complain. Well, wouldn’t complain until she felt the urge to pull out her hair because something wasn’t working.

But for once she went through her edits without any real roadblocks. She navigated the things that they’d talked about adding and her own ideas for things to flow seamlessly. There were a few snags here and there, but they were nothing that she couldn’t fix in a few minutes or that Christian couldn’t help her with.

They’d long learned to work together fluidly so all of it came easily.

A few hours in YN pulled her headphones off and pushed her chair away from the desk. Carefully, she stood up and stretched her body since it got a little stiff from sitting in one position for so long. Once she’d properly given them the movement they needed a yawn ripped free from her lips and she felt a wave of tiredness hit her. Of course, she wasn’t done by any means.

“I’m going to get something hot and something with caffeine from the kitchen, you want anything?” she asked.

Christian didn’t respond so she poked him hard and repeated herself, he shook his head no without ever glancing her way. She knew he’d complain later, but she didn’t have it in her to pester him, so she slipped on a pair of slides near the door and ventured out.

The kitchen in the building DPR was set up in wasn’t too far from Christian’s studio, in fact she walked back fifteen feet to get to it. Something she was thankful about because despite being in motion she felt her body grow more tired as each second passed. It’s why she was quick to grab an energy drink from the fridge and down that thing. It was followed by the consumption of red ginseng because it always helped her in some way. Or at least she placebo effected herself into that thought. After she moved to make herself some hot chocolate. Thankfully, they had a Keurig, so she didn’t have to worry about heating water herself. By the time it was done she’d gotten a few large marshmallows from her hidden stash and happily deposited on top of the hot, chocolatey liquid.

With her energy drinks consumed and her hot beverage ready she made her way back to the room. She took care not to spill any of the drink and sat it down on the small table that Christian kept over on her side. It was where she sat all her drinks or food out of fear that she would knock it over if it were on the desk with all the equipment.

The moment her butt hit the chair there was a frustrated grunt and Christian all but threw his headphones down. His right hand moved to card through his hair and his eyes closed as he let out a harsh breath.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she moved closer.

There was no response, but she waited for him to get his bearings. Sometimes editing made you so annoyed that words failed to come together right away. There had been many instances where someone asked her questions and all they got in return was grunts or her starting a word only to scream halfway through.

A minute or two went by before he opened his eyes and spoke up.

“I just can’t get it to transition like I want. I’ve been trying different methods for the last hour and assumed I wanted to try out all the options, but they just fuckin’ suck. I don’t want it to suck. It needs to not suck.”

“I doubt it sucks, let me see,” she said as she moved even closer.

However, Christian was having none of it and knocked his chair into hers so she’d go back onto her side. He was stubborn as hell when in a mindset of defeat, so she had to be persistent. She knocked chairs with him a few more times before getting up. Before he could steady himself she pushed it back and it rolled almost to the door. Standing she leaned over and looked at what he had. Nothing sucked per se, but she could see what his issue was.

She got several clicks in before he protested again.

“I’ll just choose one and come back to it tomorrow or something. It’s fine, you have your own stuff to work on.”

“Shh.”

“Did you just shh me?” he asked incredulously.

Rolling her eyes she turned around to glare at him but froze up when she realized he was standing and doing it awfully close to her. His head was tilted down as he stared at her and with the way she’d held her head up high their faces where maybe an inch apart.

In an instant the atmosphere changed and YN did not know what to do. Part of her screamed to back away quickly and the other part of her wanted her to close the gap. The voices in her head were at war and then she noticed his eyes on her lips again and threw out all fear.

As she leaned closer Christian did too and soon enough their lips were pressed against each other. The initial kiss was chastise, something to test the waters, but once they got comfortable with it the intensity grew. Their heads tilted and their bodies pressed closer together. Soon enough YN’s fingers were threaded in his hair and his hands caressed her hips and ass.

With her lips on his all thoughts kind of left her, besides how soft they were and how she wished she’d kissed him sooner. And how she didn’t want to stop doing it.

Christian squeezed her ass a little too hard though and in retaliation she slowed the kiss and bit his lower lip. When he stilled she worried about if he didn’t like that, but then he released a sound akin to a growl. His lips were on hers again in seconds and she got so wrapped up in the kiss that she didn’t realize that he’d started lowering onto his chair and bringing her with him. She didn’t start to pay attention until he had her straddle one of his thighs.

He wasted no time with subtlety bouncing that thigh causing a bit of friction between her legs. It was bearable for a while but then he pressed a little hard and her lips parted as a gasp escaped them. Christian took that as a chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, swirling around hers. Though compliant with all his actions YN did try to gain control of the kiss, but all it took was another firm grazing of her crotch to have her moaning out. One bounce in particular had her pulling away from his lips.

But just because she stopped didn’t mean that Christian did, his lips went to kiss along her collarbone which was readily exposed in the off the shoulder top she wore. The feeling of them on her skin sent a shiver up her spine and inadvertently had her grinding down on his thigh, which only got her even more excited.

Her pleasure must have been apparent because once again Christian’s hands were on her hips. Unlike before though he used that leverage to move her along his thigh. With his lips still kissing across her shoulder and neck he moved her back and forth, ensuring he was pressing down enough that she could feel the friction despite her shorts.

The pace was slow at first, but it was enough to ensure that YN was growing wetter by the second. Her body felt on fire and it didn’t help when Christian began to suckle hickies onto her. She felt very stimulated and that’s what caused her to cry out in pleasure when he began to speed up the pace.

“Fuck,” she said.

“Oh, we’ll definitely get to that, but why don’t you take over and ride my thigh, baby? Get yourself worked up for me,” he whispered in her ear, slowly pulling away but not before biting gently on the lobe.

YN did not need to be told twice. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she sat firmly on his thigh before dragging herself back and forth. At first, she was frustrated because she couldn’t find the right amount of pressure to feel anything worthwhile, but before she could give up Christian started guiding her.

“Just like that. Yeah, you’re doing so good for me. Keep going and you can pick up the pace. Make yourself feel good,” he said.

There was no verbal response from YN besides the moans she released when the friction truly started up. Goosebumps covered her skin the more she got into, her body tingled and she wanted more. Craved more.

But the look in Christian’s eyes as he watched her get herself off was too good a sight. His eyes had darkened a bit and she could see the lust in them. It didn’t help that he was biting his lower lip as his eyes remained firmly on the thigh she was on. He was enjoying the show and she wanted to give him more, so she kept going and her pace quickened again.

Though her pace change was also out of desperation. She’d gotten worked up quickly and despite how good his thigh felt her orgasm felt out of reach. Getting closer to it was all she wanted, so she moved with a vigor that could get her there.

That didn’t fly with Christian though, his hands held her still.

“No, no. You are not cumming on my thigh. You’re doing that with me inside of you,” he said.

YN groaned. “Then get inside of me.”

That elicited a laugh from him and made YN finally look directly into his eyes. He appeared very amused by how she’d responded.

“I should have known you’d be just as bossy like this.”

Naturally, that ended with her lightly slapping his shoulder which brought on more laughter from him. She was ready to get off his lap after that but yet again he held her in place.

The thing was that unlike before the expression on his face was softer and less like that of a man who said she would only cum on his dick.

“I know this is ruining the moment, but before I bend you over this desk and fuck you until you can’t walk I want to be very clear with you. I want to be with you. This is not me just fucking you because I find you attractive as hell. Got it?” he said.

Though she wanted to roll her eyes at his delivery she couldn’t help but smile as happiness filled her. Hearing him say it made her night and she would stay like she was or cuddled up to him for the rest of the evening, but there was a persistent problem still between her legs.

She leaned forward and leaned towards his ear to whisper, “And I want to be with you, but we can discuss that later. For now you have a problem to fix and a lot to prove if you think you’re going to put me on bedrest tomorrow.”

It didn’t take long for him to get her off his lap. He barked orders about getting off her shorts and panties while he ran out of the room for a moment. By the time he returned she was undressed on her lower half and bent over on the desk. Her legs were spread slightly and it gave him the view of her glistening pussy, just like she wanted.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

YN tried to keep the laughter from escaping her at his reaction knowing he’d probably tease her if she did. There was no time for all that, she needed him inside her as soon as possible.

Once she heard the sound of pants unzipping and dropping she felt herself perk up. Her ass rose up a little more and that seemed to pull another groan from Christian who sounded like he was fumbling with something behind her. She was going to ask if he needed help but then she felt the head of his dick press against her slit and she moaned.

Slowly he moved it between the lips of her pussy causing her to push back wanting more. The feeling was so good, but she still needed him to go further. Thankfully, he didn’t keep her waiting for long. Before she could fully process it he’d pushed inside of her completely. There was some discomfort from the sudden intrusion–one that was the first of its kind in a year–but he didn’t move and she adjusted fast. The stretch still felt a bit odd, but not something she hated. In fact, she loved the feeling of being full of him.

“You can move,” she said.

He didn’t need to be told twice because in the next second he was moving at a moderate pace. His hips moved back and forth, while one hand on her back kept him balanced.

YN’s eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the feeling of him. She’d been worked up enough that she was more than prepared for him, but also enough that she was sensitive. It wasn’t the same level as if she’d orgasmed, but it was enough to have her feeling extra with every stroke.

After several thrusts at that speed Christian suddenly sped up out of nowhere. It was enough that her hips moved away from the desk and hit against it every time he slammed back into her. It was a little painful, but the feeling of his dick pushing into her and hitting just the right spot made up for it. Her moans had been soft before, but with each thrust she grew louder.

At some point she was almost screaming out because of the brutal pace, but that didn’t mean that he slowed down. In all honesty it felt like he went harder and she loved every second of it. Wanted him to never stop.

And because she was so focused on how he felt she didn’t notice the tightening in her stomach and the way she was close to the edge until she was over it. Her eyes opened wide as her orgasm crashed through her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said.

Despite the clear indication that she’d come Christian didn’t stop. His pace slowed down some, but he kept pistoning into her. As she finished the last moment of her high the sensitivity set in, but she found herself building up again. Her pussy wanted a break, but she wanted him to keep going.

While she was ready to stay bent over for him until he came, Christian had other plans. Using his right arm he wrapped it around her torso and pulled her up so her back was against his chest. That hand moved down to rub her clit, something that had hips bucking because it felt like too much. She squirmed a lot, but then his left hand came around to wrap around her throat and she stilled.

“You’re going to give me another one, right?” he asked, though she knew it wasn’t up for discussion.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Without another word spoken by either of them he kept her how she was and continued to thrust into her, but his intense pace from before returned. His hand continued to rub and pinch her clit, which caused her to vibrate in pleasure. Plus, his hand remained around her throat squeezing every so often and she loved it more than she cared to admit. So much that her next orgasm came a little quicker than the last.

There was a weird feeling in her stomach though, but she had no time to assess it before she came. Her pussy spasmed and then she felt an intense pressure before she felt her thigh grow wet.

She’d squirted all over his dick and herself.

“Fuck, definitely going to have to do that again some other time,” he murmured.

YN didn’t even have it in her to respond to him, she just relaxed against her body as he continued fucking her. It took a minute or two before his precision slipped and she heard him moan out. He didn’t stop until he finished cumming and then he just stood there, his chest rising and falling heavily against her.

Three minutes passed with them like that before YN said something.

“We can’t stand here all night. Also, I’m so tired from this and working, we gotta rap this up.”

Christian laughed, but pulled out. From there YN leaned against the desk trying to orient herself. In that time Christian had discarded the condom and pulled his pants back up. He helped her do the same, though he didn’t bother fixing her pants completely. H

Carefully he turned her around to face him and smiled at her clearly exhausted, but happy face.

“How about we take showers, get changed, and call it a night? If you want you can stay at mine and we can start first thing in the morning,” he said.

Not one second was wasted debating it, YN just nodded in agreement.

“If I can shower and sleep I’ll be happy.”

That made Christian smile wider and then he leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips. He moved away to lead the way out, but YN took one step before reaching out to grip his arm. Worry colored his expression and then when he noticed the way her legs seemed to shake a little a smirk made its way onto his face.

“What was that about me having to prove something?” he asked.

“Fuck you.”

[dreamingofjoon]

In The Group Chat//01

Christian Yu x Reader

Word Counter: 1.687

Warnings: None

A/N...

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Part 2

Fucked over. That’s exactly how you felt.

How could Dabin do this to you? You told him about your crush in confidence but of course he had to out you in front of the very man himself. Over text no less.

You laid in your bed, music playing on your phone. Sometimes, you just liked laying down and chilling with your music. You were about to fall asleep when a string of dings sounded fro your phone. All day, no one had contacted you. You were left in peace and silence for once but obviously, someone wanted to change that.

You groaned and picked up your phone, ready to put it on silence when you caught sight of who it was. It seemed as though Christian and Dabin had added you into a group chat and had already started the conversation without you. You ran up and down through their messages, wondering what you had to do with any of it.

You [7:46pm]: Why am I here?

Dabbing Dabin [7:47pm]: Why are you here? very good question.

Christian [7:47]: Hey Y/N

You [7:48pm]: Hi and all that but I still don’t know why you put me in this groupchat?

Dabbing Dabin [7:50]: we have gathered here today so that I can help you with something you struggle with

Struggle with? The only thing you were struggling with right now was how to deal with Dabin. What was he up to now? His never ending antics always seemed to amaze you no matter how expected they were.

You [7:51pm]: Are you gonna help me get rid of you? That’s the only struggle at the moment

Dabbing Dabin [7:52]: haha veRY FUNNY but no

Dabbing Dabin [7:53]: Now you might hate me at first but your gonna thank me later

You [7:53]: Just get on with it

And there was your downfall. Dabin had texted screenshots of your personal conversations. These specific ones were the ones where you were ranting about your feelings for Christian. Frustration had just erupted one day and of course you had to blow steam off to your best friend. You went on about how caring and wonderful Christian was and how he would never notice your feelings. Not that you wanted him to. You thought of how embarrassed you would be when he rejected you. You didn’t want that to happen so you kept quiet, yearning silently. Dabin apparently wanted to see that scene unfold however, because he just exposed you.

You [8:00pm]: …Goodbye

You typed before slamming your phone on your nightstand. You were furious with Dabin but marching over to his house and punching him was not going to cut it. You didn’t even want to see his face. Thank him later? You thought that a kick in the balls would be a proper way to thank him for his absolutely wonderful idea. Your phone continued to buzz on the nightstand but you could feel angry tears forming. How could he do this to you?

Instead of picking up the heavily buzzing device, you got up and got out. Out of your room that is. You couldn’t think of a better way to numb the pain and embarrassment  you would soon experience other than to eat and drink the night away. You didn’t feel like cooking in your state so you opted for some take-out instead. Your favorite pizza place wasn’t that far away and you knew they delivered quickly. You already knew what you wanted and ordered it before lazily skimming through random videos on your laptop.

You laid on the couch, focusing on the current comedy video you had found until you heard a knock on your door. Assuming it was the pizza place, you grabbed your wallet from your room, both glad and fearful of the silence that came from it. There was no more infernal buzzing and you were grateful. When the knocks on the door became louder and harder as you slowly trudged to the front door, all you could think of was to yell, “Just a second!”

You opened the door, expecting to see the usual red and black uniform of one of the delivery guys from the pizza parlor but found a tall, heavily breathing Christian instead. Although the sight before you was quite breathtaking, your reflexive reaction was to slam the door in is face. When you had registered what you had done, your eyes widened and your covered your mouth, sorry to have done such a rude thing.

You slowly cracked the door open again, only keeping it open enough so that you could peer out of the door with one eye. Christian looked down at you with an amused expression and a large grin before he pushed the door back a little.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” you replied.

“But I think we need to talk. And you haven’t picked up your phone. I called at least five times.”

You sighed deeply before opening the door to allow him to step in. He stared at you every moment you took closing the door. When you turned back around, you didn’t dare to look at his face. You stared at the floor as you watched your foot twisting on the tiles.

“I don’t think that’s a good way to have a conversation.” he laughed while bringing your chin up with his index finger.

You locked eyes with him for a split second before you pushed his hand away and chuckled nervously.

“I think I’m fine like this. And I think I know why you want to talk.” you scratched your neck nervously.

“Actually-” he started but you cut him off with your rambling.

“I understand that Dabin made a fool out of me and whatever but you didn’t need to come here personally. I would’ve seen your messages when I picked up my phone. I’m really sorry that you had to see something stupid like that and-” you were only starting as tears started falling down onto the tile below. You looked straight down, trying to shield any tears with your hair and your hands fiddling behind your back.

You weren’t even aware of what you were saying anymore but you knew it was probably coming out in some sort of apology. As you raised your hands to wipe the few tears that had fallen down your face, you felt another pair of hands cup your face. Christian’s hands lifted your face up and kissed you sweetly. Well it felt sweet for the few seconds you kissed him back before pushing away and shouting. “What the hell?!”

“Sorry. I thought that’d get your attention.” he laughed.

“That’s not funny!” you said as you pushed past him and sped to your room, locking the door.

You didn’t want to give a bigger indicator about your embarrassment other than how you had just chickened out of the best kiss you had ever felt. You were going to tell him to leave when you heard another knock at the front door. You thought back to what the original plans of the evening were and face palmed yourself. You opened your door and walked out, ready to pay the delivery person when you caught a glimpse of Christian paying for it instead. Once he was done, he sent the man off with a bright smile and turned with the pizza in hand to find you staring at the box.

He walked in front of you and smiled at you deceivingly.

“Give me my pizza.” you demanded.

“Your pizza? But I paid for it.” he fake pondered.

“Give me my pizza, Christian.” you demanded again.

“Accept my apology first.” he said, lifting the box out of your reach.

“I forgive you.” you claimed in a monotone voice while reaching for the box.

“And a kiss to seal the deal.” he demanded as he puckered his lips playfully.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nope.” he plainly stated.

“Are you making fun of me? Christian, this isn’t funny. You know about my feelings now and you can’t fuck around with them like that.”

“That’s the thing, my dear Y/N.” he sighed dramatically. “I’m not playing around. I have feelings for you too. Why else would I come over here and run my fastest up all these stairs? To mock you? Because that would be so very productive.” he told you as he played with the box in his hand. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him, chuckling at your wide eyes.

You had hit, yelled, and ran from this guy when he had the same feelings for you all along.

“Still want the pizza? Or would you like me more?” he smirked as he brought his face down to yours and this time, waited for your okay before kissing you. The few seconds that he pressed his lips to yours were something you tried to imagine previously but felt better than you could ever think of. His lips seemed to mold with your almost perfectly. He soon tried to enter your mouth but you broke off the kiss before he could get in. You grinned embarrassingly wide as you looked up him. And the pizza.

But you focused back on the beautiful in front of you, scolding yourself internally for thinking back to the pizza.

“And now you can have your pizza.” he smiled charmingly.

You grabbed it shyly out of his hand before making your way to the couch to enjoy it. Though you weren’t sure if you were going to enjoy it as much now. Christian plopped down next to you, grabbing a slice and placing his arm on the back of the couch, behind you.

“So… you wanna try a date?” you asked in an unsure tone.

“That’s I should be asking. You think I was gonna say no after all that?” he tilted his head playfully at you.

You shook your head as you grabbed yourself a slice and happily took a big bite.

Maybe you would have to thank Dabin after all.

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This was just wow

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒

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Christian / Reader ㅤㅤㅤ Ex-lovers to lovers AU ㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 4.8k

Summary: After seeing you laughing with another man, Ian decides to leave without talking with you or giving explanations. But he didn’t expect you could react like that. That was when the downward spiral started for you.

Content/Warning: Angst, misunderstanding, downward spiral, romance.

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Hii! Could you write a Christian Yu scenario where there's a crazy stalker that follows you home and Christian comforts/protects you? <3

AN: Helloo! Thank you for your request. I didn’t want to go deep into the identity of a stalker to make this peace short. But, I hope this is what you were looking for and you will like it) Action at the beginning but fluff and slightly dominant Christian at the end! Enjoy!

You will be safe with me | Christian Yu

Warnings: one swear word, stalker following you home

Clink. So similar sound of the keys turning inside the keyhole symbolizing the end of the working day and cue to go home.

You took a deep breath inhaling a cool night air and hid your keys in your bag. "Take care, Y/N. See you tomorrow" the bubbly sound of Emily, your coworker in the convenience store made you finally realized that the workday is done.

"See ya, Em" you chuckled walking her with your eyes. Her lean figure turned into an indistinguishable dark silhouette disappearing in the dark cover of the night. You took a look around yourself, noticing an empty parking lot and blinking of a broken street light. Today you were going home alone.

Usually Christian takes you home on his bike but today he had work duties that he can't just cancel. He insisted on you staying home or at least take a taxi, but it wasn’t a long road home, so you decided to walk. You were fascinated by the neon lights on the streets and the night sky that was too polluted by the street lights, the smell of the cool night air made you feel some kind of nostalgia and calmness.

You were strolling down the street through the buildings, looking at the windows where people were preparing to go sleep. You turned right getting to the empty street near the forest. You weren’t happy going home alone, especially, when there was no one around, so not long after you started to feel anxious. Non helped the sound of your phone vibrating in your pocket. You took it seeing a new message from the unknown number. Strange. Without any back thought, you unblocked your phone to see such words written on your screen “I see you”.

Your breath stuck in your throat. Who the hell is this? With shacky fingers, you anxiously find the contact “Ian ” and pressed it. “Hey” the cheery voice greeted you on the other side of the line. “Hey babe. Is it you who sent me the message right now?”. Confused silence was the answer you get from Christian. “Tell me what’s in the message,” he asked seemingly worried. You were sure it wasn't him, especially after his question. You knew he was at work. “I see you. Just that. The number is hidden” you tried to brush the bad thoughts that made your heart thump against your ribcage. “Babe, It’s probably just a joke. Don’t overthink it. Where are you? Tell me you are on your way home” he tried to hide the worry in his voice but you know Christian too long and too well to not notice it. Your hand squizzed the phone tighter against your ear, your palm seemingly sweaty. “Yeah, yeah”. “Of course you are walking?” “Yes Chris” his voice annoyed by your disobedience. “I told to you to at least take a cab” he gritted through his teeth. “Honey, you’re not helping. I don’t want to throw money on a taxi, you know, I want to save, you know that babe” you didn’t know who you want to calm at this point, you or Chris. Anxiously you turned around on the sound of something cracks behind you. You tried to find something with your eyes listening to the Christian’s voice “Babe, are you there? Heeey. Answer me” you carried walking now prominently faster “yeah, I thought I heard something!” “Is there someone around? Are you alone?” his worried voice only made you even more scared.

“Chris, I’m scared” your shaky voice echoed in the phone. Chris went silent, probably, figuring out how he can help. “Baby, give me a sec. I will come after you” “Chris, just stay on the phone with me, please” you pleaded into the phone. You gasped and turned around frantically to find a man miles behind you. His head was covered with a hood, his hands in the pockets. His figure dark far from you but he was speeding up probably. You took a few seconds to figure out what you will do next but the men suddenly stopped. You couldn’t tear your eyes off of him . You were paralyzed couldn’t hear anything your boyfriend literally screamed on your phone. The man took the phone out of his pocket and started to write something. After just a few seconds your phone blinked, the message stated “We’ve finally met” next thing you were rushing through the street pleading to your boyfriend “Chris, please, get me out of here. He is following me”.

You rushed through the street, your lungs now burn. You didn’t turn your phone off but afterward, you hid it in your pocket. Christian knew I won't give him answers further. Who the men were? You didn't know yourself. You were having clues but you weren't sure. Not a long ago creepy person wrote you on Instagram asking to meet and go on a date, but you just blocked him. After that, you got few more messages with the same context but you just didn't think anything about it.

You turned the corner to get on the street with lots of shops and people around. You turned back to see that the man was gone. Now you felt a little bit easier. The sound of the bike driving fast made you happy You turned again to see your boyfriend's bike. He stopped near you, quickly took off his helmet, and rushed to you. He wrapped his hands tightly around your waist and raised you from the ground. You snuggled into the crook of his neck feeling the warmth and the smell of cigarettes mixed with his cologne. His hand went through your hair, caressing your head “Baby, I’m here. Everything is alright now. I’m here”. You wrapped your legs around his waist squeezing his form tightly. Now you were safe.

Cristian got you home, helped you to change in comfy home clothing, and covered you with the soft blanket. He disappeared into the kitchen, to get back with a hot chocolate. “I know it will make you feel better” you chuckled in response, taking the cup from his hands. “You know me too well”. Your hands still shaking from the scare and exhaustion.He positioned himself beside you, hugging your shoulders with one arm, inhaling the warm smell of your hair. “Listen to me” he whispered into your ear, goosebumps running down your spine because of his worried and strict tone. “I don’t want you to finish that late and go home alone, do you understand me?” his voice was stern. “I will find this asshole and...” he stopped himself not to scare you. “You will be safe with me, Y/N”. You turned your head to look into his eyes. There was so much worry that you couldn’t stop yourself to kiss his hot lips. His hand landed on your hip softly tugging you closer. That night you fell asleep in his hands, feeling safe.

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Summer Night | Christian Yu (DPR Ian)

Warnings: little bit angsty, fluff (it’s not long, i promise)

Pairing: Christian Yu ( DPR Ian) x Reader

Summary: Christian steals Y/N from the party to share his feelings and spend the last summer night together on his bike 😉

Know more before you start reading: I really miss summer 🌻 , so I wanted to share this sweet and warm piece with you. I hope you will like it 😍 !  Buckle up and prepare for an atmospheric ride on Chris's motorcycle! 

A gust of chill wind was a gift in the hot summer, but for the ones who spent summer night outside it was a reason to slip into something warmer than a crop top or sleeveless shirt. It wasn't enough brightness of the yellow lights of y/n friend's house to run the darkness off the neighborhood streets. The light breeze got to the trees to blow on the emerald green leaves. Y/n felt a sharp impact of the peacefulness when she came outside to take a breath. It was hot inside because of the huge gathering of sweaty bodies. She liked to spend time with friends, but not at crowded parties.

Breathing deeply she filled her lunges not only with the fresh air. Her nostrils felt the disgusting smell of the smoke. She took a look around to find Christian who was casually sitting on his bike. He appeared at all of the latest parties. Charismatic, bad boy but kind to the heart. She fantasized a lot about how soft and thick his hair is when you brush your hand through it, or how his fit muscles flex under her delicate fingers. But everything left for her is to daydream about it. They were different - full opposite. She never dared to start a conversation with him, and he, probably not interested in a girl like her.

She was too shy to look him in the eyes so as soon as he caught her gaze she averted it towards the night sky. 

"Going home already?" she asked, surprising herself. Y/n was still looking at the sky but don't attentive. 

"Hop on," Christian said, stretching his hand towards her with helmet in it. 

"What?" It's surprised her. She didn't register his words at first. "W-what" her tongue got tangled all of the sudden. "Why do I need to get on your bike?" She said, crossing hands on her chest. "And .. where are you going?"

"WE are going" he narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowed in the realization of how sudden and astonishing his demeanor felt for her. He stood from his bike and came closer to her. Christian took fallen pieces of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, his touch sent shivers down her spine making goosebumps prominent on her skin. He noticed that and before putting a helmet on her head taking her aback, he swiftly took off his soft jacket and put it on her shoulders. He carefully put a helmet on her head adjusting it, the smirk prominent on his face. She was speechless, standing there paralyzed. 

"I won't harm you in any way. You're just so shy, it annoys me" y/n chuckled. "Come on" he took her by the wrist to lead her to the bike.

It was so comfortable to be that close to him, she held him from behind, feeling his warmth. She was enjoying every minute, feeling amazing. That strange pull of desire made her forget everything unnecessary. His body and jacket made her warm even though the cold night wind was blowing the soul out of her.

They arrived at the quiet place near the pond, moonlight laid on the calm water. She was hesitant to stand up from the bike, meeting with the questioned look on Christians' face. 

"You're gonna kill me". 

"I am" his words astonished her. He burst in laughing, his voice echoing through the forest. "Silly" he said,  coming closer to her. "I'm sorry for taking you aback like that" a soft smile appeared on his face making his features even more beautiful. "This is my last chance to spend time with you. So, please, get off my damn bike," he said chuckling. 

"No, I'm not going to do this, I'm staying here, on that DAMN bike" this time they burst into laughter together, the atmosphere easing between them. 

"Okay, as you wish," he said, hopping on the free space beside her on the bike, facing her. His knees slightly touching hers. She tried to move them, but he got closer to not leave the contact of their bodies. Even though the clothes his touch made her hot and nervous. She gave up on the situation and started to play by his rules, as she knew, he won't take her home now. 

"What do you mean by "the last time"?" She asked. 

"I'm going out of town" he answered bluntly, searching for her eyes. 

"Why?" She was touched by the news, even though, they were not friends at all, just acquaintances. She didn't want him to go. 

"I can't tell" he lowered his head, hiding his face. "You know" he raised his head searching for y/n's eyes "so many times I wanted to steal you from all of these parties and tell you how I feel about you" his statement made y/n weak and hot, her face fully blushed. 

She hid her face, scared to look into his eyes. She couldn't believe how blind she was. She caught his stares so many times, but every time he came with the explanation like he was looking for someone else or found her stupid. Or she was right? That's a joke of some kind? 

"You are so shy. I didn't have the courage to talk to you. You are so innocent, so different from our company" she raised her head, meeting with his eyes and sad expression. He was so honest right now and so different from his usual "bad boy" self. 

She didn't answer after all. He smiled sweetly and averted his gaze to the sky. Seizing the moment she glanced at him. He was so honest, which made her more confident. 

"What do you feel?" Her words took him by surprise. Without turning his head back to face her he said "sitting her by your side feels like I know you for a long time" his hand sneaked towards her knee, scratching it lightly. "I am a fool. I had so many possibilities to talk to you, but only, under the pressure of circumstances I scared you and made you uncomfortable" y/n disagreed completely. 

"No way, I was looking for an excuse to get away from there". He interrupted her "and get away from me?" He smiled when y/n tried to explain her words. 

"No, you are the best reason to go away from that party. It's....the best way to spend a summer night with you" the last words stuck in her throat, making her blush even more. Christian took her chin in his soft fingers to pull her head up. "I'm happy I stole you from there. It's so comfortable here with you" his face started drifting towards hers, air noticeably heated around them. His face was inches from her. At that moment she realized, that her shyness was gone away. 

Everything she wanted is to feel his lips. She will regret it if she won't do anything. So she decided to close the gap between their lips, softly pushing her lips against his. They were dry from driving the bike. Immediately he answered with a lingering kiss. He took her face in his hands, getting even closer. She placed her palms on his shoulders clenching fists with the thick fabric of his black hoodie. Suddenly he broke the kiss, looking worryingly into her eyes "isn't it fast? Do you want this? I don't want to push you" she didn't want to listen to his hesitant words and harshly grabbed his face to continue their kiss. This time he pushed his tongue inside, exploring and devouring her, soft moan living her lips. 

Kiss got hungrier and messier, they realized how much time they lost. He pressed her body as close as he could, touching her everywhere he could. His hands traveling around her skin, squeezing everywhere he could to feel her even more. They were panting, not able to stop the heated make out session. Even the cold night wind wasn't able to cool them down. He took her hips in his hands to pull them on his lap. She crossed her legs behind him squeezing him as hard as she can. It wasn't comfortable to get closer on the bike, but it didn't matter. She pushed her hand into his hair tugging on it making him moan in painful pleasure. Arouse prominent in their kiss and body language.

She thought nothing can pull her away from him but suddenly he took her hands in his tearing her away from his body, foreheads still touching. "I need to go" the words made her heart ache. The world around her fell apart at once.

"You have to stay! You can't just go away" she pleaded. 

"I can't stay as much as I wanted to be here with you" he kissed her forehead. "I have your number already. I will bombard you with messages and calls every day. I won't let you live that simple without me. And when the business will be done, I will be here with you as soon as possible" he whispered in her ear, his sweet words healing her soul like medicine. They were sitting there tangled in each other, listening to the sound of each other's breath. It will hurt, but they won't regret the first summer night together - their own summer night.

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Emergency Family (Epilogue)

Many Years Later

“We’re home~” Jasmine shouted as she and Daamin came through the front door. Her backpack bounced along with her as she looked for any sign of you and Christian. “I don’t think they’re home yet.”

“Guess not” Daamin checked his phone for messages but there was nothing. He had gotten one earlier from you asking him to pick up Jasmine. “They must really be busy.”

[ Jasmine (14)  +  Daamin (19) ]

“Where did they go?”

Daamin shrugged unsure of where you two had gone off to. “No idea but if you’re hungry I can make something-”

“Yes!” She immediately agreed since she loved Daamin’s cooking. “I want Oppa’s kimchi fried rice.” Jasmine would never admit this to her mother but she thought Daamin always made it better. 

“Alright then, I’ll make it so you start on your homework.”

Jasmine groaned, “No, Oppa I need to eat first.”

“Jas you know the rules. Just because Noona and Hyung aren’t here doesn’t mean you can disobey them.”

“Fine,” she sighed stomping away. “But I won’t do it good.”

“Yes, you will.” 

“No!”

Daamin shook his head unsure of how to deal with his sister when she was always trying to get her way. “Or else I tell Hyung you have a boyfriend.” He immediately heard her running back towards him.

“Oppa! You wouldn’t!” She narrowed her eyes at him but Daamin only returned the look letting her know he meant business. She knew her father would freak out so she reluctantly backed down, “fine.”

Daamin laughed, “I knew you would see it my way little sis.”

Jasmine stuck her tongue out at Daamin playfully knowing very well that Daamin always did what was best for her. He had always been there for her. They told each other all their secrets but she secretly wanted to be right for a change. “One day you will see it my way Oppa. One day I will be the voice of reason.” She just didn’t expect that day to come so soon.

Jasmine was scrolling through her phone looking at different cake recipies. She may not know how to cook like Daamin did but she knew how to bake. She had been baking for the past four years and with Daamin’s birthday coming up she wanted to make his cake. “Oppa for your birthday I was thinking this time I would make a different cake for you. I saw a recipe that I want to try-”

“I don’t feel like cake” Daamin cut her off as he walked past her.

“Hmmm” she looked back at Daamin’s retreating form. “Oppa” she lightly called out not sure if she should bother him when he was like this. Jasmine looked into his bedroom and saw you there looking down at the note in your hands.

“Mom, what’s wrong with Daamin?”

You sighed, “Jas I think maybe I messed up.”

Jasmine didn’t know what to say but she knew she didn’t want to see you like this. “Need a hug?” she asked with open arms.

You cracked a smile as you accepted her offer. “Yeah.”

Daamin stormed past Christian and slammed the door on his way out. He paced up and down the driveway, in between the cars until he settled down and sat on the hood of his own car. The car that you and Christian had given him as an early birthday present. He took a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one up.

Christian couldn’t help but be concerned when he saw him leave like that and followed. “I thought you weren’t smoking anymore after Y/N asked you to stop.” 

He turned to the side and exhaled the smoke he had been holding in. “Noona doesn’t always know what is best for me.”

It was clear he wasn't only talking about the smoking. “Why do you say that?”

“You already know too, about my mom.”

“Ah” Christian nodded. “I do know.”

Daamin shook his head, “All this time I could have been with my own mother.” He remembered asking you more about his situation around the time he entered high school. Thinking back to that he imagined you keeping this important information from him and it made him mad. “When I asked Noona to tell me why my mom left she said she didn’t know but I bet she does. She just doesn’t want to tell me.”

“Why do you want to know?” Christian understood your reasoning. You wanted to protect Daamin from the truth. You didn’t want him knowing his mother selfishly abandoned him until she was over her heartbreak. “Would it make a difference in how you live your life from now on?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

“How?”

“If it’s a good reason I will go look for her and if it’s..." his gaze shifted from Christian’s and towards the grey pavement below. He placed the cigarette between his lips once more. He was saying all this but now that he had to imagine the bad he suddenly felt like maybe he didn’t want to know. “Was it a stupid reason Hyung?”

Christian licked his lips knowing this was a crucial point in Daamin’s life. He wasn’t the little boy he helped raise anymore. “Daamin-”

“Daddy” Jasmine ran outside and interrupted her father. She slowed down, not getting too close when she saw the serious atmosphere around them. 

“What is it, sweetie?”

“Mom is looking for you.”

Christian knew you needed him now and decided to go with you. “I’ll be right there.”  He put his hand on Daamin’s shoulder to comfort him. “Let’s talk later.”

Jasmine watched her father pass her to go in the house. Once he was gone she approached Daamin. “Hey~” she called out to him in a soft voice which was very unusual for her. She kept her hands behind her back feeling a bit intimidated by the way Daamin was acting.

Daamin quickly put out his cigarette, never liking to smoke around Jasmine. “Hey” he cracked a smile that invited her over. “Want to go get ice cream?”

Jasmine enthusiastically gasped, “I’ll go get my jacket.” 

“Hurry” he swallowed the lump in his throat. It was hard to imagine how his life would be without Jasmine, Christian, and you. 

Christian held you for a long time in silence. He knew you had a lot on your mind and didn’t want to push you into telling him anything until you were ready. His chin rested on top of your head as his hand ran up and down your back. It felt very comforting. 

When he kissed the top of your head you smiled knowing he would do anything to help you. “Babe...” you looked up at him with glossy eyes. “What should I do? I don’t want to tell him that Auntie left him for a stupid reason he’ll get upset. And, if I don’t tell him he will be angry. Either way, Daamin gets hurt.”

Jasmine stopped as she heard your voice through the cracked open door. She was only able to hear a few words before you became silent again. 

“Well he really wants the truth,” Christian was just as hesitant as you. He was going to tell him the truth a while ago but now that he saw you worrying so much he wondered if it was a good idea to do so.

“What truth?” Jasmine asked as she stepped into your bedroom. “I know I’m supposed to knock but everyone is acting weird and I want to know why.” She sat down at the foot of your bed facing you two, her brow furrowed in worry. “Oppa is sad and wants to get ice cream. Is it about Oppa’s Mom?”

You nodded, your daughter was so insightful. “Jas, right now Daamin is angry at me and that’s okay.”

“But why?”

“I’ll tell you later. Right now he needs you more.”

Jasmine watched as Daamin texted and ate his ice cream. “Who are you texting? Your girlfriend?”

He nodded, “I’m going to her place tonight.”

“Woah! Oppa TMI.”

“It’s not that” he shook his head. “I’m going to stay there.”

“What do you mean? Mom won’t let you.”

“I’m nineteen she can’t tell me what to do, besides she’s not my mom.” He shoved his phone into his pocket showing a change in mood.

“What the- why are you suddenly being so mean to Mom?”

“You wouldn’t understand Jas.”

“Try me.”

“No, end of conversation.”

“Well, I’m not letting you run away. As long as I’m around you will have to go back home.”

“That’s fine I’ll just drop you off and go.”

“Nope, I won’t get out of the car unless you do.”

“Then I’ll wait for you to fall asleep.”

“I won’t sleep.”

“We’ll see.”

Jasmine watched with tears in her eyes as Daamin pack up his things. “Oppa please don’t go,” she pleaded. She had fallen asleep just like Daamin predicted but something made her wake up and run to Daamin’s room.

Daamin stopped for a moment. “Sorry, Jas but Noona lied to me.”

“So? Your mom lied to you too. She left you and didn't come back until it was convenient for her.”

“Jas-”

“No! You are acting stupid Oppa.”

“Shhh…” he covered her mouth with his hand. “You will wake them up.”

Jasmine pushed his hand away so she could speak. “You want to run away from Mom and Dad when all they did was think about you. Do you even know why your Mom left you?” After coming home from ice cream Jasmine had heard the whole story from you and knew Daamin needed to know it too. Even if she promised to keep it a secret. “Your mom was heartbroken after breaking up with her boyfriend. That’s it! That’s why she left you all alone. She was selfish and only thought of herself.”

Daamin bit the inside of his cheek as he took it all in.

“Mom on the other hand immediately thought only of you.” She pushed Daamin who stood like a statue. “What? You’re not going to say anything now?”

“Still Noona should have told me sooner.”

“She was” Jasmine’s voice became softer as she got ready to let Daamin know what you were trying to hide. “Mom was going to tell you when you were fifteen but your mother disappeared again. She didn’t show up until now.”

Daamin’s lips parted, he wanted to gasp but nothing came out. It was like he wasn’t surprised. He fell onto his bed and stared at the ground.

Jasmine sat beside him and hugged him, “Sorry Oppa but you had to know.” Usually, she was the one being hugged and consoled by him. “Please don’t leave. I need you, you’re my big brother."

The next morning you woke up to see breakfast ready on the table. Daamin had woken up earlier than everyone to make it. He stood alongside a very sleepy looking Jasmine. She had been afraid to fall asleep even though Daamin had promised not to leave.

Christian was surprised she had woken up early on a Saturday morning. “Sweetie you look awful.” 

“Daddy” she whined.

Daamin inhaled deeply thinking about where he should begin. “I’m sorry Noona, Hyung- I know.” He looked over at Jasmine, “Jas told me the truth.”

“Jasmine-” Christine was about to lecture his daughter about keeping secrets.

“Hyung, it’s okay. I’m okay, all I wanted was to know the truth. Even if it hurt.” He looked away and coughed to mask the tear that fell down his cheek.

You opened your arms for him just like when he was little. It reminded you of that day when you got home and he ran into you, his arms only able to wrap around your legs because he was so small. “Come here.” Now he towered over you and stood about the same height as Christian. 

“Noona, thank you for taking care of me. You and Hyung,” he looked over at Christian who smiled at him. “You both took care of me all these years.” He let go of you so he could wipe away the tears again. He laughed as he remembered things from his childhood. “You even called yourselves my Emergency Family.”

You laughed along, “You remember that?”

He nodded, “But I think you’re just my regular family.”

“You’re awesome family” Jasmine corrected. She was happy to see Daamin smiling again. She didn’t know what she would do without her older brother, she was happy she could let him see it her way.

-end-

A/N: Wanted to make this more about Jasmine and Daamin as well as giving you all answer to whether he would choose to stay or go.

NOW it is truly THE END! Hope you all enjoyed this series ^^ thanks to everyone who read it and will read it. Feedback is always welcomed.

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Emergency Family

Christian Yu 

Genre: Series + Fluff Status: Completed Moodboard

Prologue  /  Part 1  /  Part 2  /  Part 3 Part 4  /  Part 5  /  Part 6  /  Part 7 Part 8  /  Part 9  /  Part 10  /  Epilogue

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Emergency Family (10)

Silent nights were no more once Jasmine arrived. Christian woke up immediately when he heard the cries of his baby girl. He looked over at you as you placed your arm around his neck hugging him tightly. “She just ate an hour ago.” That’s how long you had been asleep until now that she cried once again.

Christian could tell by the way you clung to him that you were desperate for help. “I got this Babe.” He removed your arm and jumped out of bed letting you continue your sleep. Jasmine’s cries stopped as soon as Christian picked her up. “Hey baby girl, are you making all this noise because you don’t want to be alone?”

He placed her against his chest and slightly bounced with her so she could go back to sleep. That’s how nights were. If it wasn’t him it was you waking up to feed, change, or just soothe her back to sleep.

Christian lightly kissed the top of her head over and over. He couldn’t get enough of her even in the early hours of the morning.

Once the sun was up Daamin came downstairs looking very sleepy. He had gotten dressed and went to find you in the living room. You were seated as you gave Jasmine her bottle. Usually, he would say good morning but this time he just slumped into the spot beside you. 

 You couldn’t help but smile at him, “Did Jasmine keep you up again?”

He nodded looking over at her. “She’s so small. How can she be so loud?”

You laughed, at his question. Daamin was always being woken up at night as well and you felt bad for him but you knew he didn’t mind it that much. “She can’t talk yet so crying is her only way of communicating with us. She has to cry loudly so we can hear her.”

“I hear her very clearly.”

“Me too,” you sat Jasmine up some more so she could get a look at Daamin. Her eyes instantly went to him and stayed there. She recognized him since Daamin was always around her. “See Jasmine, you are keeping poor Daamin awake,” you spoke to her directly. “Should we trade her for a quiet baby?” you asked Daamin playfully.

“No,” he immediately shook his head. He held her small hand and she grasped onto it. “I like Jasmine.”

“Good because that was a trick question. There is no such thing as a quiet baby.”

Daamin laughed, “Where’s Hyung?”

“Sleeping” you answered with laughter. “You’re not the only one she kept up last night.”

You were bent over as you held onto your daughter’s hands. She had recently begun to take her first assisted steps and more often than not she tried wiggling out of your arms so she could plant her feet on the ground. 

“Noona come on!” Daamin called out to you from the playground. He had run past you and gotten there quickly on his own but you had to be patient and let Jasmine have a try at walking. 

“We’re coming, Jasmine needs help getting there.”

Jasmine stopped and stared at Daamin in the distance. “Oppa” she looked back at you with a face that looked ready to cry. She wanted him to come back over to her.

“Daamin I think Jasmine wants you to walk with her.”

Daamin immediately went back to you making Jasmine smile. “Oppa” she let go of one of your hands and pointed at him. She wanted Daamin to hold her hand as well so he did. 

Christian stood behind you three filming the whole scene on his phone. “I should have brought my camera.”

You laughed, “your phone is fine, this isn’t a music video.”

Christian was obsessed with filming and photographing his daughter. He had become one of those parents that constantly showed everyone pictures of his kids.

When you finally made it to the sand covered playground Jasmine had a hard time walking on it. Her feet would sink in until finally her legs bent and she gave up walking on it. You let her sit down in the sand and Daamin joined her.

“Look, Jasmine,” he began gathering the sand and making a mountain in between his legs. 

Christian and you crouched beside them to watch.

When her hand touched the sand she furrowed her brow in confusion. She didn’t like the feeling. She showed her hand to you wanting you to clean the sand off but you didn’t. Instead, you tried to get her to play with it.

“What’s wrong? It’s sand, you play with it. Look at Oppa.” You pointed at Daamin as he scooped some of the sand in his hands. 

She still didn’t like it though. She looked over at Christian since you didn’t help her. “Daddy” she whined to him and Christian immediately wiped the sand off of her hand.

“I don’t think she likes it.”

“I’ll help you Daamin.” You began gathering sand into Daamin’s mountain.

Jasmine watched you two but didn’t touch the sand. Her feet moved back and forth kicking the sand towards the mountain.

Christian laughed at her cute gesture. “She doesn’t like it but still wants to help Daamin.”

“Awww~” you cooed.

As Jasmine got older it was clear to see that she considered Daamin as her older brother and depended on him a lot. Like now that she had been left in the room with what she considered a stranger.

Jasmine stared at Dabin for a few seconds wondering why he was there. Her brow furrowed the longer it took for one of the familiar faces to show up. 

Dabin had met Jasmine before and even carried her yet it didn’t seem like she remembered him. He could see she was about to cry. “Daamin” he called out for help.

“Yes, Hyung?”

“Oppa hug,” Jasmine put her arms up as soon as she saw Daamin. He hugged her but when he tried to pull away she held onto his shirt. “No go.” She was still small and couldn’t speak in sentences.

“I don’t think she likes me,” Dabin concluded. 

He was starting to have second thoughts about agreeing to take care of the kids while Christian stepped out to make her bottle.

“Jasmine it’s okay.” Daamin tried to make her warm up to Dabin. “Dabin hyung is cool.” Dabin nodded along in agreement with his choice of words.

“Cool,” she repeated with a worried voice.

With Daamin there Jasmine seemed to warm up to Dabin. She let him carry her but she still kept the same look of confusion on her face. It looked like he was making some progress until Christian came back.

“Daddy” Jasmine’s hands grabbed at him, almost jumping out of Dabin’s arms. “Your daughter doesn’t like me.”

Christian took her from Dabin and gave her the bottle he had prepared. “What?”

“She was about to cry until Daamin stopped her.”

“Is that true?” Christian asked her.

The little girl only stared at her father for a moment before pointing to Dabin and saying one word, “Cool.”

It made Dabin smile and tinted his cheeks pink. “I don’t care if she doesn’t like me as long as she says I’m cool.”

The more time passed the more Jasmine grew into her own person. Christian soon found out that his daughter was a very...expressive little girl.

“Let me help you Jas-”

“No, I can do it.” Jasmine pulled her cup away from Christian. She wanted to drink from it on her own without his help. 

“But you will drop it.”

“Christian,” you called out to your husband from across the table. “Babe let her do it on her own. She has to learn someday.” 

With your approval, Jasmine held the cup in her two hands and tilted it towards her lips. You could hear her slurping up the water since she could barely get it to touch her lips. She really did need help tilting it more. 

Not wanting his daughter to struggle Christian helped her only a bit then quickly retracted his hand so she wouldn’t notice when she put the cup down. “You did it Jas!” Christian clapped for her making her feel proud of her accomplishment.

You and Daamin followed his lead. “Good job baby girl.” You smiled at her making her own smile grow. 

“Oppa did you see?”

Daamin nodded, “Good job Jas.”

The next time you all went out to eat it was different. When the food got to your table everyone started eating except for Jasmine. She looked up at Christian and furrowed her brow. “Daddy feed me.”

“Hmmm?” Christian hummed in confusion. He didn’t understand his daughter. One moment she was trying to be independent and the next she was asking to be fed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she giggled.

After feeding her a mouthful of food you laughed. Christian was smiling from ear to ear. “That’s what you wanted right? For your baby girl to need you.”

"I always need Daddy.” Jasmine wrapped her little arms around Christian and leaned her head against him.

Christian kissed the top of her head as his heart melted. 

However, Christian’s days were numbered. As she got older Jasmine started following someone else around. “Oppa” Jasmine ran out of the house as soon as she saw Daamin walking up the driveway.

“Hey Jas,” Daamin hugged his little sister.

Christian saw her walk away with Daamin without even greeting him. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked when Christian entered the house.

“Jasmine just ignores me now.”

“What are you talking about? She was following you all day long.” You had accepted the fact that Jasmine preferred Christian over you. After all, Daamin liked you the most. She would always ask to go to work with Christian and of course he would take her. She was like DPR’s mascot. Her favorite out of everyone was Scott. While Christian was busy filming she would sit on Scott’s lap and watch with him.

“Yeah but as soon as Daamin is here I don’t exist.”

You laughed, “Wow!” Putting down the couch cushions that you were fluffing and going over to his side to comfort him. “Jasmine misses him when he’s at school.” You hugged Christian and gave him a quick kiss that made him forget his worries. “You still have me.”

“I guess I can live with that.”

“You guess? Then I guess you should-”

“No, no, no, sorry.” He kissed you this time, wanting to stop you from getting angry at his joke. “I love you.”

You sighed, “I guess I love you too.” You stuck your tongue out at him as you used his own words against him.

Jasmine’s brow furrowed as she watched Daamin draw. “Oppa am I doing it right?” She was worried hers didn’t look like his.

Daamin took his eyes off of his own paper to look at hers. “Yeah, that’s right.” He knew she was too little to know what she was doing and simply encouraged her to draw as she pleased. “Are you giving that to Noona or Hyung?”

She tilted her head in confusion. “Why do you call them that? It’s Mommy and Daddy.”

He shook his head, “Hyung is your Daddy but not mine and Noona is your Mommy but she is my cousin.” Jasmine sat quietly in confusion. Her whole world began to spin backward as Daamin tried to explain. “I have another Mommy but she is far away.”

“No,” Jasmine shook her head. “Mommy is your Mommy too.” 

She was still young and didn’t know about Daamin’s situation. To her he was simply her older brother, you were their mother, and Christian was their father.

“You’re too young Jas.” Daamin shrugged it off knowing he couldn’t explain it to her. “When you are older you will understand.”

“Older like Oppa?”

He nodded.

Daamin helped undo Jasmine’s seat belt then helped her down the car. After closing the door behind them he held his hand out for her. “Jas you have to hold my hand before we cross the street.”

“Yes, Oppa~” Jasmine held onto Daamin’s hand and waited for him to say when they could cross.

“You look both ways and make sure there are no cars.” Once Daamin had checked he lead the way across while you followed behind them. Daamin was already very familiar with the area. He had been to the airport many times with you. The one time Jasmine traveled by plane she had practically fallen asleep through the whole thing.

“Are you happy Jas? Daddy is coming back.” Christian had gone to do some filming with the rest of DPR and was arriving after being gone for three weeks.

She nodded enthusiastically after having spilled many tears in his absence.

Daamin stopped when he got to the usual waiting spot. There Daamin kept Jasmine busy by showing her around the airport. He showed her the planes that were already landed and basically kept her mind off the wait.

Once Christian spotted you he rushed over to pick you up and kiss you. “Christian” you yelped. It was so surprising for him to suddenly pick you up. You weren’t expecting it.

He laughed at your reaction. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“Where are the kids?”

You looked back and pointed over at the two of them. They were so busy watching the planes take off that they didn’t notice Christian was already there.

He went up to them and stood directly behind them yet they continued to be unaware of him. He could hear how Daamin was explaining that each airplane went somewhere different. “Should we go somewhere together next time?” he asked in order to get their attention.

“Daddy!” “Hyung!”

Christian embraced both kids at the same time.

“Daddy” Jasmine cried tears of joy. She was overwhelmed and happy to have him back. 

Your reaction was to take a picture knowing Christian would want to remember the moment his daughter was happy to see him again.

“Daddy let me see,” Jasmine asked for Christian’s phone. She looked at the picture he had taken of her knowing he would want to post it on Instagram. “Daddy this one is ugly.”

“What do you mean? It’s a picture of my baby girl, any picture of you is beautiful.” He kissed her cheek but she wasn’t convinced. 

“Daddy you have to take nice pictures of me like you take of Oppa.” She opened Christian’s Instagram to see the last picture he posted. It was one of Daamin that he had taken on their last trip to Australia. 

Daamin had stretched out quite a bit. He was getting taller and taller, his cute looks were starting to fade and were being replaced by a handsome young boy.

“Daamin Oppa looks cooler than Dabin Oppa.” She kept scrolling through her father’s Instagram and found all the pictures he had posted of her were strange. 

Christian laughed, “Don’t let Dabin hear you. He’ll be crushed.”

Jasmine laughed too. 

You went into her bedroom and gave Christian the keys. “It’s time to pick up Daamin.”

“Yes!” She gave Christian his phone back and ran out the door. It was a given that she would go along to pick him up. 

You smiled as you had a hint of nostalgia. Remembering how it would only be you two picking up Daamin but now you were always joined by your daughter. “Do you realize that right now Jasmine is the same age Daamin was when we started taking care of him.”

“Is she?” Christian didn’t realize how fast time was going until now. When he thought back to that day when you two got home and saw Daamin waiting for you with a social worker beside him it seemed almost unreal. Like it didn’t exist. “I thought Daamin was big back then but now that I think about it he was just a baby. I can’t imagine telling Jasmine all the things we had to tell him.”

You nodded in agreement and didn’t even realize tears were running down your cheeks.

“Babe, why are you crying?” Christian wiped the tears away before bringing you in for a hug. His hand ran up and down your back comfortingly. 

“It’s just so sad. I mean I knew it all along but when I think about it now as a mom... I just can’t believe Daamin is okay after all of that.”

“Exactly!” He kissed the top of your head. “Daamin is happy thanks to you now.”

You smiled, “thanks to us you mean.” You knew Christian was a big part of why Daamin was able to accept his new living situation. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” You tilted your head up to meet his lips. 

Christian would have liked to kiss you longer but you were interrupted by an impatient little girl. 

“Daddy! Mommy!” Jasmine shouted from downstairs.

“I guess we should go now.”

You nodded, “Let’s go.”

-end-

A/N: Please... no tears, not yet. Technically this is the end but it’s really not. Still, have to close it with an Epilogue where I will be skipping time to a teenage Daamin ^^

Let me know what you think of baby Jasmine.

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Emergency Family (9)

[ Daamin’s POV ]

Today is Noona’s wedding. She and Christian hyung have been together for a long long time. Even before I started living with Noona. My friends have a mom and dad who take care of them and love them. I have Christian Hyung and Y/N Noona. Soon I will have a sibling too. Because Noona is pregnant, I will have a little sister to take care of and play with. Even if Mommy is gone I can be happy here with them.

Noona and Hyung said it was bad luck for them to see each other before the wedding started so I stayed with Hyung and he helped me get ready. It wasn’t until the wedding began that I saw Noona.

Her stomach is getting really big because the baby Jasmine is growing. Noona says it’s been seven months now. I don’t know how long that is but it seems really long. We have to wait longer to meet her.

I didn’t want to say anything but the wedding was boring. There was a man who kept talking the entire time and only stopped once to let Noona and Hyung talk. After I gave Hyung the rings I saw Noona was crying and smiling at the same time. When my part was over Dabin hyung carried me for a while. It took forever but we finally got to go outside and I got to ride in the big car with Hyung and Noona.

-End of Daamin’s POV-

Between being pregnant and Daamin being in school there really wasn’t a chance for you to go on a Honeymoon trip with Christian. You didn’t mind though, you didn’t feel like you needed it. The wedding was only a formality to you because you already felt like Christian’s wife a long time ago. You and Christian both decided you would much rather focus on preparing for the arrival of your daughter.

Your eyes moved from side to side as you followed the only moving object in the room. “Babe, could you please sit in the daddy chair? Watching you is making me dizzy and I already feel claustrophobic in this small room.”

He stopped to look at you. You were so calm as you sat back on the examination table while he couldn’t sit still. “Sorry,” Christian sat down in the chair that was beside you. 

“You’ve seen her before so why are you acting brand new?” Christian had been to a few other doctor’s appointments. He had seen you get ultrasounds before so you didn’t understand why he still acted like it was the first time. 

“I still can’t believe this is real.” Christian laughed at his own words. He didn’t know how to explain how he felt, he was just so overwhelmed by this new feeling inside of him. After finding out that you were carrying a baby girl it suddenly made everything real to him. He realized that soon he would have a baby girl in his arms. A baby girl that would depend on him for everything. He was beyond excited and just couldn’t wait for her to be born. “I just want to see her already.”

“Soon you will.” You smiled at him as he finally relaxed. It was so heartwarming to see how much Christian looked forward to being a father. Not even 24 hours after finding out you were having a girl Christian named her. Then from there, he went crazy buying every pink item he could find. 

A light knock at the door gained both of your attention. The doctor came in with a smile on her face. “Are we ready to see baby Jasmine?” 

“Always,” Christian responded.

After your doctor’s appointment, it was time to pick Daamin up from school. Christian and you waited at the gate as usual. Once he spotted you he ran over with a smile on his face. “Hyung! Noona!” He was excited knowing you had something for him. “Do you have the pictures?”

You nodded, “They’re in the car.”

“Let’s go” he was eager to get there and see the pictures of his little sister. 

Christian helped him into the car while you got into the passenger's seat. You passed the pictures back to him, “Can you see her now?”

Daamin stared intensely at the black and white sonogram. He had difficulty identifying the baby before and would need your help in seeing what was there.

There were three pictures and one was an up close shot of her face. That’s the one Daamin was currently looking at. “Is this her nose?” he asked Christian who was still beside him. 

“Yeah, do you see it all now?”

Daamin nodded enthusiastically. “I see it, Jasmine is really there.” Now he had another problem. He looked over to the pink car seat beside him and asked, “Won’t she be too small for this?” He placed the picture of her face in the car seat as he tried to imagine her being there. 

Both you and Christian were in a fit of giggles. Daamin never failed to brighten up your day. “Don’t worry Daamin, she will grow some more.”

“Christian!” you yelled making a worried Christian appear in front of you.

“What!? What is it?!” He panted after having climbed the flight of stairs in record time. 

Even Daamin came out of his bedroom with a look of worry. “Noona are you okay?” 

You didn’t mean to be so loud but you were just so shocked that you couldn’t control your volume. There you were about to lay in bed when you suddenly felt a pool of water at your feet. “My water broke.” 

His jaw dropped in slight shock. He wasn’t expecting this on a Tuesday night. Your due date wasn’t for another week but of course, he knew these things couldn’t be perfectly timed. 

Daamin had no clue what you meant until Christian gave him his cellphone. “Okay Daamin, Noona needs to go to the hospital. While I help her you call Dabin and tell him we are on our way.” With that Daamin knew you were going to have the baby and quickly did as he was told.

Christian then turned his attention to you. He helped you get your things together and held your hand all the way to the car. 

Daamin got into the car with his backpack and pajamas on. He was excited to spend the night with Dabin and even more excited that soon he would get to meet his little sister. The drive to Dabin’s was calm. You felt some mild discomfort but nothing else. 

Dabin was waiting outside for you guys to arrive. He looked like he too had been woken up. Before getting out of the car Daamin had to be sure you wouldn’t forget about him. “Noona will you call me when Jasmine is born?”

You nodded, “Of course I will and Christian will take you to see her.” The last thing you wanted was for Daamin to feel left out. “So be good and go to sleep okay? Don’t worry about Noona, I’ll be fine.”

Daamin nodded, He climbed out of his seat and leaned forward to yours so he could give you a kiss on the cheek. “Bye Noona.”

You waved to him as he stayed behind with Dabin.

[ Daamin’s POV ]

When I woke up at Dabin Hyung’s house I remembered Noona and Hyung left me there. Hyung said he would be back for me once baby Jasmine was born. When was that going to be? 

“Daamin you’re up,” Dabin was still sleepy himself.

“Hyung, did Noona call?”

Dabin shook his head as a yawn escaped him. “Not yet.” The sad look on Daamin’s face had him scrambling for answers. “But you know this thing takes time.”

“How much time?”

Dabin shrugged, “Honestly... I don’t know either but it’s different for everyone. We just have to wait for them to call.”

“Waiting is hard.” 

“What if I take you to the park?”

“Okay but if Christian hyung calls we have to come back quickly.”

-End of Daamin POV-

After being checked by the doctor your daughter was brought back to your room in a clear bassinet. The nurse wheeled her over to the side of your bed and offered her to you first but you looked over at Christian. “I’ve been carrying her for nine months, I think he’s starting to get a little jealous so why don’t you let him hold her first.”

The nurse laughed, “I see.” She picked up your daughter and handed her to Christian. With her help, Christian was holding her properly and began rocking her in his arms. 

“Hey baby girl, I’m your dad.” He beamed at her as she made the slightest movement of her lips. “Babe, I think she smiled at me.” After months of waiting he was finally seeing his baby girl in person instead of through a screen.

You giggled, “I guess she understood you.”

Moments later there was one more excited individual who wanted to meet Jasmine. Daamin came into your room with Christian behind him. He sort of stopped at the foot of the bed unsure if he should approach you.

“Don’t you want to meet her?”

Daamin nodded, “Is that her?” He slowly approached but wasn’t able to see her very well so Christian lifted him up and sat him on the edge of your bed.

“See Jasmine this is Daamin Oppa,” you brought her closer to him as you introduced them. “Daamin this is your little sister, Jasmine. You said you were going to take care of her like Noona and Hyung took care of you right?”

Daamin nodded with a smile, “Yes.”

-end-

A/N: I thought it would be cute to hear Daamin’s thoughts ^^ I’m sure you all know where I got baby girl’s name inspo from.

I just did a delivery scene in another scenario so I kinda skipped it here. I will be skipping forward a bit in the next part and giving you lots of fluff with Christian and his baby girl.