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Sparks

Your weekly movie night with Donghyun was going exactly as planned. The movie was in the DVD player, snacks on the coffee table, and a pillow conveniently placed between the two of you on the couch. The pillow was so that if you needed to hold something during the movie, you wouldn’t latch onto Donghyun’s arm and give him more material to tease you with.

He already joked about your, admittedly big, crush on him, but if you ever acted upon it… well, the world will have been turned on its head.

Ironically, you had chosen Alice in Wonderland, the original, animated version, to watch that night.

As the movie began, you realized that it was a lot creepier then you remembered it being. The sporadic thunder and lightning going on outside didn’t help either.

You also had to pretend that the goosebumps on your arms were because of the movie, not because he had just pulled the yawn-to-arm-around-the-shoulder move.

But, you, you were smart, and remembered the pillow. Instead of squeezing the living daylights out of Donghyun’s arm, you were squeezing the death out of one of your throw pillows instead.

A particularly loud crash of thunder caused you to leap out of your seat, however, and you cursed internally and externally as you landed on the floor.

“Jeez, (y/n),” Donghyun murmured, reaching out his hand so he could pull you to your feet. “Do you just want to turn the movie off?”

“N-no. I’m fine,” you replied, grabbing onto his hand just as the power cut out.

Instantly, you latched on tighter, not intending to ever let go on Donghyun’s hand now. Maybe you screamed faintly, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Calm down, everything’s going to be fine, (y/n).” His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the top of your hand. “Where do you keep your candles?”

You and he tried to move smoothly through your apartment, one hand out in front of you to stop you from running into any walls. In every corner of the apartment you were certain that there were things were lurking. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see light reflecting in the eyes of monsters, but when you turned your head to look, they disappeared.

With this intensity, you moved through the apartment faster to reach the kitchen. You opened the drawer in which the matches were, and struck one.

The flame flickered intensely between the two of you, reflecting off of his chocolate eyes as you dug around the drawers for some candles.

You then walked around the apartment, lighting candles in the bathroom, living space, and kitchenette, still holding hands.

Both of you returned to the couch, and you consciously let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around yourself. Nothing was said as the both of you stared at the black television screen.

The candle flame flickered, bathing the room in low, orange light.

“(y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

He swallowed nervously, hands folded in his lap.

“It’s kind of romantic in here, isn’t it?”

You blinked in surprise. “I guess it kind of is.”

Another beat of silence.

“You look really good in this lighting. Not that you don’t always look good! It’s just—I’m messing this up, aren’t I?”

Suddenly the weird affection, cuddling, and seemingly random forehead kisses made sense. Well, not really, but you thought that you were at least starting to understand what was going on.

“Donghyun… what are you getting at...?”

“I wasn’t planning on doing this now…” he murmured, half to himself as he broke eye contact with you.

“Donghyun…?”

He sighed, rubbing a hand across his face.

“(y/n), I really like you. Like, more than a friend like you. And I know that I’m annoying and that I tease you a lot, and that I’m hardly ever around because I’m an idol, and I totally understand if that is why you don’t want to date me, and-“

You cut him off with a quick peck to the lips.

He stared at you in awe for a moment, eyes flickering from yours to your lips as you waited to see what he would do.

He leaned in a hair closer, and pressed his lips to yours, experimentally at first, then increasing in action and excitement as you let it continue.

All of a sudden, the power returned, the movie clicking back onto the television screen.

“I guess we really have a spark,” he joked, and you shoved at him lightly.

You sunk back into the couch to finish watching the movie, and Donghyun scooted closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You rested your head on his shoulder.

There was no pillow between the two of you now.

#donghyun x reader #boyfriend #boyfriend kpop #fluff #oneshot

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Sundays

We met on a Sunday, so I suppose it was poetic justice that we split up on a Sunday as well.

You and Yugyeom were on shaky ground relationship-wise. After weeks of no problems, it was a surprise, and not a surprise, when your first fight was an all-out blowout.

Words were flung across the room, screamed accusations as you stood there, clenching a fist by your side and trying not to cry. Instead of responding to what he said, you left the dorm.

You ignored the other members as they tried to get you to stay, to just talk it out with Yugyeom.

But, you were done. Dating an idol was a struggle, and had taken a toll on you. You were tired, stressed, and honestly just couldn’t do it anymore.

So, you decided, I won’t.

We split up on a Sunday, so I suppose it was a funny coincidence that we got back together on a Sunday as well.

The week had been terrible. Instead of his phone blowing up constantly with little things from your day that made him smile, he was shaken by total radio silence. It upset him, but he understood. You were done with him, and there was nothing he could do or say to make you see how much he loved you; how much he needed you.

His moping around the dorm was unappreciated by the other members. Every time he sighed, or stared off into the distance, they would make disappointed eye contact.

Hell, even all of 97 line was getting sick of his behavior.

So, it was no surprise when, after about an hour of moping, that Bam Bam, between positive support texts from Seokmin and memes from Jungkook, finally sent:

Bam Bam: For god’s sake, just text her already.

and each 97-liner agreed wholeheartedly.

So that is why, at approximately 11:30 on a Sunday morning, you were greeted by a text saying:

Yugyeom: Hey, (y/n). I’m really sorry about what happened last Sunday.

Followed by:

Yugyeom: Can we talk?

You sighed and responded:

Me: I’m not sure that’s a good idea.

Yugyeom: (y/n), I really messed up. Please.

Yugyeom: it’s really cold out here. Please let me in.

A knock on your door caused you to stop responding. You looked through the peephole cautiously, sighing in a strange mixture of annoyance and relief when you saw him.

For days, you had been certain that the fans would find you and blame you for something.

But, if Yugyeom was finally at your place to end things officially, then you wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore.

With that logic, you let him in, then turned to sit down. Tentatively, he sat down next to you, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you.

“So,” he began, then stopped, because he didn’t have any idea how to bring up the pain he felt, or the heartbreak when there wasn’t a text from you waiting for him in the morning, or why sitting next to you now made him hurt in a way that he knew was right, that he knew he could never go without.

But, damn it, there was no way to tell you that! You were obviously fine, sitting there calmly, no sign of the inner turmoil he was certain you could feel rolling off of him.

You, on the other hand, waited patiently for him to continue. He had a bad habit of clamming up just before he said something important so that he could find the perfect words

“I guess I’ll start with I’m sorry. All you did was mention that you were worried about our relationship. I never should have accused you of cheating, and the fact that you didn’t fight back seemed like proof.”

“Yugyeom, you know I would never cheat on you, but, well, it was starting to be too much. And you, you just weren’t there enough.”

You both sat in silence after that confession, neither willing to speak, fearful of causing another argument.

Silence had a funny way of being completely deafening.

Slowly, as not to startle you, Yugyeom put his arm around you, scooting closer on the seat.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

You closed your eyes and sighed, it all coming out of you in a rush.

“I mean, I get it! Your job is hard, and you’re always going to be away, and I never expected it to be easy, but I guess I just expected-” You cut yourself off, choosing instead to stare at a spot on the floor.

“You just expected…?”

“I guess I just expected you to be there when I needed you,” you mumbled, holding yourself away from him in a way that hurt, both for you and for him

He straightened up and away from you, shock written across every one of his features. He hadn’t expected you to be so blunt.

And honestly, he could see what you meant. He couldn’t count the number of times you had sent him a text about something important, only for him to not see it for hours, and you just say, “nothing. It’s not important,” and then ask him how his day had gone. And only now could he see just how wrong that was. How expectant he had become for your support, while he had given little to none in return.

It hurt for him to realize that. It hurt for him to realize that a simple apology wouldn’t make up for any of it. He had taken you for granted, and now he could see it. He could see exactly why you had expressed concern about your relationship, and he was ashamed that he had done nothing to make you happier with him.

“How do I fix this?” he whispered.

We had an epiphany on a Sunday, so I suppose it was the universe’s way of apologizing that we resolved it on a Sunday as well.

A week of flowers, serenading, and every other classic chick flick move, and Yugyeom was no closer to winning you back.

You had to at least admit that he had tried, if the messages from his members were anything to go by. But you were tired of him making a scene every time he showed up at your door. It was all too much.

Yugyeom: How was your day?

Me: Fine.

Yugyeom: Your sarcasm is not lost on me. What’s wrong?

Me: Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.

Yugyeom: OK

Too much.

Yugyeom had pulled a total one-eighty. Instead of being conspicuously absent from your life, he was helicoptering it. There wasn’t a day that you woke up where there wasn’t a text from him.

Until one day, when all the messaging just stopped.

You woke on a Saturday morning to no message from him.

You woke from a nap on a Saturday afternoon to a message lighting up on your phone.

Jackson: I think you may have broken Yugyeom.

Attached was a ten-second video clip of Yugyeom sitting silently on the couch of their dorm, staring at nothing.

Jackson: He’s been like that all day.

Me: I’m coming over. I’ll fix it.

You sighed, grabbing your bag and walking to the dorms.

Bam Bam opened the door when you arrived, and promptly shut it in your face. You knocked again, this time greeted by Jackson, who just pointed at the living space and then walked to his room.

It was worse than you had anticipated.

He was still staring at the same patch of carpet that he had been in the video. You sat down gingerly upon the other side of the couch, and sighed loudly when nothing about him changed.

“Yugyeom,” you whispered, gazing at him from your position on the armrest of the couch, “baby.”

You thought for a moment you saw his eyes flicker towards you, before returning to that same spot on the carpet.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I thought you’d give up eventually. I… I wanted you to be free.”

“I loved you. Did you ever love me?”

“Of course I di-”

“Because it only took you a week to stop caring about me. I don’t think that’s what love is supposed to be like.”

You viciously wiped at a tear that was threatening to snake its way down your face; if you let one tear fall, more would join it, until you were sobbing like one of the fangirls at his concerts.

Yugyeom noticed.

He always noticed. When you were with each other, face-to-face, it was impossible to hide anything from him. He was too observant for his own good. Damn it all to hell that you hadn’t just let that tear slither down your cheek and disappear.

“(Y/n)…”

“Of course I loved you. Do you think that I would have stayed if I hadn’t? Do you think that I would have spent the last week crying myself to sleep because you were trying so hard, and I knew that if I gave myself a chance that I would fall back into you in a moment, and then be right back where this all started?”

“I wouldn’t have let that happen.”

“But you did once! And I can’t take any more of you taking my affection, my love, for granted.”

“(Y/n)…”

“Can’t you see that it would break me?”

Yugyeom moved toward you one the couch, pulling you from off of the armrest and into his lap.

“Baby,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the top of your head, then pressing a succession of quick kisses to the tip of your nose, both of your cheeks, and your lips, before pulling back. “I would never hurt you like that. It would break me to break you.”

“Then why don’t you ever call?” Your voice sounded pathetic, watery, and weak to even your own ears.

Yugyeom sighed, pressing his lips to your cheek again. “I’m busy. And I know that that’s not an excuse, but it’s the truth. But I do know that I love you, and that I want to make us work, but I just don’t know how.”

“Maybe we should stop trying so hard, and just be. Let the universe take care of us.”

“As long as we stay together, I’ll do anything you want to.”

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