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Translate - Jinyoung (Day 74/100)

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Prompt: Translate Member: Jinyoung x Reader AU: N/A

Word Count: 1,582

Jinyoung glanced at you from across the coffee shop, trying not to stare, but finding it increasingly difficult. You were lost in the book that you were flipping through and every now and then you would bite down on your lip in concentration – a motion that made Jinyoung want to run over and press his own onto yours. It was his favorite book, and in that moment you were the most beautiful thing in the world to him.

“Here you go,” Jackson said, handing Jinyoung his coffee as he sat down next to him. Mark sat down across from Jinyoung and the latter frowned, his view of you now being obscured. Jinyoung shifted ever so slightly to the right so that you were in his line of sight and then grabbed his coffee, taking a small sip.

“So what should we do today?” Mark asked, glancing out of the window at the rain. He and Jackson began to discuss all the things to do in LA on a rainy day, but Jinyoung was barely paying attention at all because you had just set down the book to take a sip of your own drink and he could now see your face clearly. He let out a sigh unconsciously as he took in your features, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“Uh…Jinyoung?” Jinyoung snapped back to reality and glanced over at the two boys that were now staring at him in confusion and suspicion.

“Sorry, what?” Jinyoung asked, taking a sip of his drink.

Jackson shifted over to where he was almost on top of Jinyoung and followed his line of sight to where you were sitting. Jinyoung shooed him away with a “what are you doing” but Jackson was already processing what was happening. Mark briefly looked over his shoulder and it didn’t take him long to spot you either before he turned back to Jinyoung and Jackson with a smile on his face.

“Jinyoung, I thought you had more class than to stare at girls,” Mark teased as Jackson grinned and poked Jinyoung in the side. Jinyoung felt his face heat up as he pushed Jackson’s hand away.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, glancing back at you who had your head buried in your book once more. Jackson’s eyes flickered between you and Jinyoung and he nodded towards you.

“Go say something!” he exclaimed. Jinyoung looked at him in shock and then shook his head.

“No way! I don’t even speak English, what would I say?” he said, looking away from his friends.

“Your English is pretty good now! Just tell her you think she’s cute,” Jackson stated, pushing Jinyoung once more. When Jinyoung didn’t move, Mark sighed and stood up.

“Okay, my turn,” he said, edging out of the booth. Jinyoung watched Mark saunter over to you in horror, unable to get out of the booth because Jackson was blocking his exit.

“Hey there,” a voice said, pulling you from your concentration. You glanced up at the voice and your eyes fell on a young boy about your age with dark hair and a toothy smile. You glanced around before looking back at him and offering him a small smile.

“Hello,” you said, slowly. “Can I help you with something?” you asked, after a moment of silence passed. The boy put his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight onto his other foot.

“Yea, maybe,” he said, cooly. “I’m Mark. My friend thinks your cute but he’s too shy to tell you,” he said, smirking lightly as he pointed backwards to the booth behind him. As you glanced over, you saw a boy standing out of the booth and pulling another boy by the arm to drag him out. A smile drifted onto your face and you felt your cheeks warm up.

“Um…okay,” you said, not sure of what to do. All you wanted was a quiet place to read your book. You hadn’t expected to meet three attractive boys. You watched as the boy with the snapback dragged the one who you presumed liked you over to where you were sitting.

“Hey,” Snapback said with a big grin on his face. You lifted your hand in acknowledgement with a small ‘hi’ as Snapback pointed to his friend he had just dragged. “He likes you,” he said, in a teasing tone. His friend smacked him in the arm and then immediately looked at the ground.

The boy who supposedly liked you was definitely the cutest of all three. His hair was dark and soft and you held back the urge to run it through your fingers. He was dressed casually with dark jeans and a loose top and yet it seemed to look better on him than the others.

“Hi. I’m Y/N,” you said, still sitting down put holding a hand out to the boy. He finally looked up at you and gave you a small smile which made your heart beat pick up a bit. He took your hand gently and shook it, holding your gaze with his dark eyes as he spoke.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Jinyoung,” he said, in English. It was clear that English wasn’t his first language, but you had to commend his effort. He had spoken very clearly and it was quite easy to understand, even with his adorable accent peeking through.

“Hi, Jinyoung,” you said in a breathy voice, continuing to smile at him. He hadn’t broken your gaze and when he did, it was as though you had taken off earphones. It had almost been silent when you were talking to him and now the sounds of the coffee shop flooded back into your system.

Jinyoung turned to Mark and said something in a different language that you couldn’t understand. It sounded almost beautiful coming from his lips though, and you immediately wish you spoke whatever language it was.

“He said he really likes the book your reading,” Mark translated. Your eyes flickered between Mark, Jinyoung, your book, and then back to Jinyoung.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, smiling once more. You turned to Jinyoung and smiled shyly. “It’s one of my favorites. I really love the author a lot so I decided to re-read this one before his new work comes out,” you said, as Jinyoung held your gaze. He immediately turned to Mark who began to speak the other language. Every now and then the other boy would jump in with a small blurb of translation with an excited look on his face.

You watched Jinyoung smile after Mark had translated for him and he looked at you as he spoke once more. Again, you didn’t understand a single word, but you were happy to hear him speak and look at him for as long as you could.

“He said he really likes the author too,” Mark said.

“And he also wants to know if you’ve read the book ‘Me against you’,” the other boy said.

“Actually, I think it’s ‘You against Me’,” Mark responded. You look confused for a moment but then let out a small laugh and shook your head.

“Oh you mean ‘Us against Them’,” you said, smiling once more. Jinyoung let out a small ‘ah’ and pointed to you, as if to say that you were correct and his little gesture made you smile once more as your cheeks burned.

“Yea, I really like that one too,” you said softly. You bit your lip as you and Jinyoung looked at each other for a few seconds before Mark’s phone went off. You watched him pick it up and speak in the other language for a few moments before he hung up. He spoke to the other two briefly before Snapback turned back to you with a smile.

“Sorry, we have to go back to our other friends,” he said. Then he motioned towards Jinyoung and then back at you. “But you guys can meet tomorrow if you want,” he added, grinning. Jinyoung looked at him in confusion and you knew that he didn’t know what his friend was saying.

“Yea, okay,” you said, biting your lip and smiling lightly. “I’d really like that,” you added, glancing at Jinyoung who was looking back and forth between Mark and Snapback for any idea of what was happening.

“We’ll have him meet you here, okay? Does noon work?” Mark asked. You nodded and said it worked out fine. “Do you want one of us to come with?” Mark asked, genuinely. You paused for a moment but then nodded.

“Yea, maybe that would be best. At least for the first date,” you said. As soon as the words left your lips you realized that you had insinuated more dates and your cheeks burned a bright crimson as Snapback let out a loud laugh. Jinyoung was now looking even more confused and you heard him speak to Mark, probably asking what had just happened. Mark held his hand up to Jinyoung and with a small smile, turned back to you.

“Sounds good, we’ll see you tomorrow then, okay?” he asked, ignoring Jinyoung’s pleas for translation. You felt a bit bad for the boy, being teased by his friends, but you grinned at the trio through your blush and nodded anyways. As Mark and Snapback began to drag Jinyoung back out the door you waved goodbye.

“Goodbye, Y/N!” Jinyoung said in pure English and you had to admit that your name sounded a lot better when it was coming from his lips.

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Treaty - Mark (78/100)

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Prompt: Treaty Member: Mark x Reader AU: DragonShifter!AU

Word Count: 2,576

This got so long and the ending was meh but I rather like it~

The journey to the cave had taken several days. It had been long and cold, but you were willing to do whatever it took to get to the dragon that the King had ordered you to kill.

At first, the king had been suspicious of your ability as a bounty hunter. You weren’t a wizard and, unlike many other hunters, you had no magic at all. However, what you lacked in that area you more than made up for in your ability with your mind and with your sword. Tactics were always used to your advantage, and as long as you felt that you could stay one step ahead of whatever it was that you were hunting, you didn’t feel you needed magic.

Regardless, a small part of you felt sorry. You didn’t mind dragons very much…sometimes they could even be helpful. If you could persuade their human side to do something, often times their dragon side would agree. But the amount of money that the King offered to you to either go forth and slay the dragon or sign a blood treaty was too much for you to turn down.

You just prayed that it was a dragon shifter so that it would be easier to kill in its human form. If it was a full dragon or even a shifter that remained in dragon form all the time, it would still be possible to kill, but it would certainly be much more difficult.

However, you were fairly certain that it was a shifter (and male by the looks of it) because of all the little clues you’d picked up whilst tracking it to its cave.

Now, after a long trek up the mountain, you were finally at the foot of the cave and prepared to face whatever horror lay within. You mentally berated yourself for not bringing any extra fairy dust to help you – you had used it all up to make fires on the mountain.

You pulled out your sword and ran your finger down it, checking it’s strength and sharpness and humming contently when it was to your liking. You had plenty of black arrows left and, needless to say, you were feeling pretty confident in your abilities.

As you turned to enter the cave, the first thing you noted was the rise in temperature. Coming our of the snowy, wintery mountain, the cave felt like a warm, melting pot that made you subconsciously relax, despite your carefulness.

The foyer was massive and the ceilings were quite high. You marveled at the ancient designs on the columns that raised up from the floor before shaking your head and reminding yourself of why you were there.

As you continued farther into the cave, you began to notice the small piece of gold scattered around the area. When you came to a crossroads, you decided to stay left, and after a few steps, you realized you were on a bridge.

Your eyes widened and your mouth gaped as you took in the area before you.

The enormous room was filled to the brim with pieces of gold, goblets, jewels, and other extremely valuable items. You felt your heart beat faster at the idea of laying in all of the gold, but you took a deep breath and immediately turned back around to go in the other direction.

A dragon’s sense of smell was impeccable and although your desire to roll around in gold was great, you wouldn’t dare give it an obvious trail back to yourself.

This time, you decided to go right instead and, to your surprise, the rooms began to get smaller and smaller until they were the size of ordinary rooms. After many twists and turns, you came down to a corridor with multiple doors on either side.

You grabbed your shield and began to walk slower, going to the first door and slowly reaching out to the knob. You took a deep breath before ripping it open and barging in, only to find that the room was empty.

It was a bedroom with old, maroon décor, lots of lit candles, and multiple bookshelves. You glanced around the room but once it was clear that there was nobody there, you turned back and walked into the hallway. There had been candles lit, so the dragon must be somewhere in the cave.

And in human form.

You ventured deeper into the cave, and were surprised to see that there was actually more light down there. You presumed it was fairy dust that lit up the hallways as the walls seemed to glow a yellowish orange.

We you finally reached the end of the hallway, the area opened up once more to a big room that had couches and tables. It almost looked like the main living quarters for the dragon while he was in human form. You walked around the room and then paused when something caught your eye.

On the table nearest to the couch was an old, leather bound book. You walked over and picked it up, running your fingers down the spine as you turned it and slowly opened it, flipping through the pages. It was not dusty, and looked to be recently used. You wondered if the –

“Hey, don’t read that!” a voice called out.

You almost jumped out of your armor in surprise as you slammed the book on the table and spun around to look at where the voice had come from. You raised your sword instinctually as well as your shield, your eyes wide and breathing heavy as you took in the view in front of you.

If it was the dragon standing in front of you, leaning against the door frame, then he was nothing like you had expected. The man had bright red hair and big, dark eyes. He was tall, but shorter than you had expected and not as big or intimidating as some of the other dragons you had met. He was slim and slender. His legs looked long in the black plants he wore and the puffy white shirt hung loosely on his torso, accentuating his collarbone.

He was looking at you curiously, without a hint of fear on his face. On the contrary, he looked rather amused as though he were the adult and you were a child who was poking their nose in a place it didn’t belong. He looked angelic, but at the same time, he looked sly and cunning.

As if there was a darkness beneath that charming smile of his.

“You’re the dragon,” you stated simply, accusing him and reassuring yourself all at the same time. The man gave a small chuckle and walked farther into the room with a small smirk on his face.

“That’s not very nice,” he said, walking over to the counter and turning his back to you, filling himself a glass of water. “Shall I just call you ‘the human’?” the dragon asked, laughing at his own joke. You tightened your grip on your sword and held your head high.

“It doesn’t matter what your name is. You’ll be dead before long,” you announced, stepping towards his back menacingly. If he seemed fazed, he didn’t show it in the least. Instead, he turned back around and leaned back against the counter, looking at you intensely.

“Oh?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and looking you up and down. “Are you here to kill me?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. You narrowed your eyes as well and took another few steps towards him.

“I’m to tell you that I am here on behalf of King Junyeong who is displeased with your presence and activities in our land,” you announced, professionally. The dragon groaned and tilted his head back dramatically.

“That rotten old king is still alive?” he asked, taking a swig of water calmly. “I remember when his grandfather was in charge…I guess stupidity runs in the family,” he said, giving you a small smirk. You felt yourself boil with anger but kept calm as you faced him.

You debated whether or not to try to kill him now, but decided against it. As long as you were here, it was far too small of an area for him to transform into a dragon so the odds were still in your favor.

“You’ve killed our people. Stolen our animals and burned our crops. Do you really expect us to let you live?” you asked, baffled that the dragon could possibly fail to understand why you were angry.

You watched closely and you were surprised to see a brief flicker of something cross the man’s face that almost seemed to be...guilt? Almost as immediately, a smirk fell back on his face

“Well, you know us dragons,” the man said. “What was the phrase the King liked to use all those years ago? Oh yea…bloodthirsty killers,” the dragon said, his smirk dropping as he placed the cup back down on the counter.

You felt a chill go up your spine and when he took a step towards you, you instinctively took a step back.

“It’s not nice to come into people’s houses uninvited,” the dragon said, annoyance clear in his voice. “You can leave now,” he said, crossing his arms and staring at you. Despite the feeling of dread beginning to build inside of you, you stood up straighter and shook your head.

“You know I can’t do that. We either sign a treaty in blood that says you won’t trespass on the King’s land or…well…you know the other option,” you said, bringing your sword up. A treaty written in blood was often solidified in magic and if broken, caused immediate death. The dragon looked at your sword with interest and then walked around you, casually, sauntering over to the sofa.

“Nice sword. Did you make it yourself?” he asked, nonchalantly. You stood where you were, slightly confused as to why he wasn’t taking this more seriously. You turned back around and walked slowly over to the couch opposite of him.

“Yes. I also made all of my own black arrows,” you spat, decisively. “So don’t get any big ideas,” you warned, making sure he knew that if he turned into a dragon, you wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. He was manageable as a human, but you couldn’t predict what he would be like when his dragon side took over.

The dragon held up his hands in surrender and you followed his gaze towards the fireplace. With a mere flick of his wrist, the fireplace in the corner began to burn a bright red. You felt your breath becomestuck in your throat as a horrible thought crossed your mind.

Did he know magic in his human form?

If he didn’t, and it was just an ability of being a dragon shifter, you still had a chance of beating him. However, if he had managed to learn magic (or worse yet was born with it) you stood a better chance of shooting him now while you had the opportunity.

And yet again, you saw another flicker of guilt cross his face. You gripped onto your bow this time as you took a breath and looked over at him.

“Tell me then, dragon. Will you sign a treaty? Or will I be forced to use these black arrows?” you said, in a commanding voice. The man looked over at you lazily and held your gaze for a few moments.

“What’s your name?” he asked, suddenly. You raised your eyebrows and after a moment of silence spoke.

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked, clutching your bow in your hand.

“Your name. I want to know what it is,” he repeated. You held his gaze once more and then shook your head as you glanced at the fire.

“My name isn’t important. Will you sign the treaty or not?” you asked again, looking over at the dragon who almost seemed to be brooding.

“Isn’t a treaty supposed to be on equal terms? Your King demanding that I be the one to leave or else I die doesn’t sound very fair,” the dragon mused. You shook your head once more and glared at him.

“You’ve killed our people. You don’t get anything else,” you hissed. After a moment, you softened your eyes at him and continued. “Although…you technically don’t have to leave. You can stay here with your horde as long as you want. You simply can’t come onto our land or kill any of our people anymore,” you said, trying to appeal to the dragon.

The dragon then did something unexpected – he began to laugh.

It wasn’t a booming, loud laughter that sounded maniacal, but rather a soft, charming sound that almost made you smile yourself. However, within moments he was shaking his head and looking at you as if you were the most naiive person he had ever met.

“I don’t understand you,” he said, placing his head on the palm of his hand. “Do you know why the King sent you here?” he asked, his smile dropping completely and a sudden cold aura coming over him. The immediate mood change made you start but you remained calm.

“To end your evil deeds on our land and people,” you said, “To kill you,” you added.

“And do you think he did all of those things for ‘the people’?” the dragon asked. “That’s where you’re mistaken. He doesn’t care about any of his people, he just wants me dead so that he and his men can raid my horde and keep it all to themselves. Most likely to finance all of the kingdom’s fancy wars and expansion,” the dragon sneered.

Now it was your turn to shrug your shoulders and give him a demeaning look.

“See, that’s where you’remistaken. I don’t really care why he’s doing what he’s doing. I only care what I get out of it. And that, my dear dragon, is quite a bit of gold,” you explained. “I’m a hunter. I don’t pledge loyalty. I take the side that’s most likely to win,” you added, leaning back in your chair, feeling proud of your answer.

At this, the dragon showed a moment of surprise before eyeing you keenly and giving you a small smirk.

“I like you,” he said. Your eyes widened a bit at his statement since it was the last thing you expected to hear coming from him. He crossed his legs and put his chin in his hand once more, and as he sat there, looking you over, you couldn’t help but think he almost looked princely.

“So why haven’t you killed me yet?” he suddenly asked, still smiling. There was a short pause once again before you spoke up.

“Because…if I can get you to sign a treaty, wouldn’t that be better?” you asked, genuinely. “You would keep your gold, I would get mine, and the King would be without anything but a piece of parchment,” you added, smiling lightly.

The dragon looked away from you and towards the hearth. There was a moment before he turned back to you, and you immediately disliked the look on his face. It was a smirk that had knowledge underneath it.

“I’ll sign your blood treaty,” he said. You narrowed your gaze as he continued to say, “…under one condition.” You lifted your head and looked at him expectantly.

“You stay here with me until I get my dragon side under control.”

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Sick - BamBam (Day 76/100)

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Prompt: Sick Member: BamBam x Reader AU: Sick!AU

Word Count: 1932

Alright, I cheated a little on this one, I wrote most of it a while back and just touched it up and posted it now...I still really like it though hehe~

You burst through the door of the dorm that the boys shared and your eyes darted around the room as you breathed heavily. You quickly glanced down at your phone and glanced at the last message BamBam had sent you.

BamBam: Y/N, come quickly! I need you right now!!!

You scanned the room and walked into the kitchen before calling out BamBam’s name. You didn’t receive an answer and continued to check the rest of the dorm. When you walked into the room that he shared with one of the other members you noticed a rather large clump of sheets bundled together on the bed. You tilted you head before walking towards it slowly.

“Bammy?” you called out, rather quietly, watching as the cluster of blankets and pillows moved a little before you heard the tiniest moan come out from under them. You walked over and pulled some of them back before you saw a little blonde head peeking out at you.

“Jagi…save me…” he whispered through the blankets, giving a little cough at the end. “I can’t…feel my face…” “Bammy, what are you doing?” you asked, concerned at his quietness. He was usually loud and going on about something, but right now he was just lying on the bed, breathing a bit heavier than normal. You pulled the sheets back a bit more so that you could see the rest of his face and you gave a small frown when you saw that it was rather pink and a little sweaty.

“It’s…so cold,” he shivered, pulling the sheets back up to his chin. It was nice to see that his dramatic flair was still evident, even when he looked like he was about to die. You brought your hand to your head and then put it on his, realizing that he was extremely warm.

“Oh my god, Bammy, you’re burning up,” you whispered, gently petting his forehead. He gave a small moan and nodded ever so slightly. “Wait, I’ll be right back,” you told him, getting of the bed and running down to the kitchen. You brought out a glass and filled it with apple juice while running over to the pantry to get some small towels and pills.

When you got back to the room, you sat down next to your boyfriend and noticed that he had not moved since you left to get the drink. You put the glass on the table near the bed and then gently pushed his hair back, kissing his forehead gently before slowly pulling him up to a sitting position.

“Bammy, you have to drink this, it’ll make you feel better,” you said, handing him the glass. He groaned, his head hanging down before taking the glass from your hands and slowly bringing it to his mouth. You handed him the pills which he stared at for a solid minute before taking them from your hand and placing them in his mouth. A look of pain flashed across his face as he attempted to swallow them and you immediately felt guilty for making him take the medicine. However, you knew that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t get better and you doubted that the boys kept liquid medicine in the house. He handed you the empty glass and you set it down as he fell back down onto the pillow with his eyes closed.

“Why meeeeee…” he whined, coughing a little. You gently smiled and caressed his cheek with your fingers.

“Probably because you and the other boys have been running around like crazy trying to promote your new album, dummy,” you say, playfully. He gave another short groan before pulling the piles of blankets back up to his chin.

“It’s so freezing in here,” he remarked ever so quietly. You gave a small laugh, but continued to gently massage his temples.

“It’s really not…you’re just feeling that way because you’re sick,” you giggled, whispering to him. There was a slight pause before he opened his eyes a little and glared up at you, pouting. You laughed again and kissed his cheek. “Ok, ok, fine, you’re right, it’s cold,” you said, lying to make him feel better. It seemed to work as he gave the smallest smile he could muster before coughing and frowning again.

A few moments of silence passed where he just laid there and you just sat on the bed next to him, smiling at the miles of sheets he’d managed buried himself. You glanced at the cup and thought about refilling it before getting up and picking it off the counter. You were just about to walk towards the door when you felt a hand grab your own. You quickly looked behind you and saw Bammy, sitting up in the bed, his arm reached out to grab yours. His head was still down, covered by his hair and you wondered how he’d managed to sit up so quickly.

“Um… Bammy?” you whispered slowly, still standing up next to the bed. You heard him mumble something and you tried to decipher it, but couldn’t seem to understand. “What did you say?” you asked, a bit louder. His hand felt like a feather on top of your own, but you could tell that he was trying to use all of his strength to grab it because he was breathing a bit more heavily than before.

“I said…don’t leave,” he remarked ever so softly, but audibly. His eyes were still covered by his hair, but you could see his face and it was a darker shade of pink than before. You wondered if it was just because he was sick, or something else completely. You gave him a wide-eyed stare for a few seconds before your face softened and you sat back down on the bed. He slowly fell back onto the pillow, his eyes closing again, but his hand never letting go of yours.

“Ok, I won’t leave you Bammy,” you said, gently lacing your fingers with his. You waited for a while until his breathing became more regular and then you got up to refill his glass. You knew that he was only feeling cold because he was sick and that the worst part was yet to come: when his fever broke. You ran the towels under some cold water, knowing that he would be feeling hot and that he would want something to cool him down.

To pass some time, you watched some TV and picked up around the house, noting how dirty it was. You’d called Jackson and he’d told you that they were all at dance practice and that they’d left BamBam at home because he had told them he was dying. When you asked if they had really just left him alone, Jackson laughed and said no, telling you that he knew you would be there to take care of BamBam and that they trusted you with him. This made you slightly happy but before you could continue, you heard noises coming from the bedroom. You quickly thanked him and hung up, grabbing the towels and juice, and headed to the room.

You walked in to find the pillows on the floor and a struggling BamBam trying to rip the sheets free from himself. Since he had wrapped himself so tightly in them before, it was a struggle to pry them off his body which was now coated in a thin layer of sweat. You suppressed a giggle before walking over and helping him unwrap the blanked that was wrapped around his body. His breathing was now even heavier, and he fell back down onto the now empty bed.

“Oh my god, why is it so hot?” BamBam exclaimed a bit louder than before. It was a good sign, and meant that he was getting his energy back. You knew the fever had broken and you quickly handed him the drink.

“See! I told you this would happen!” you remarked, scolding him. “Here, drink this,” you added, handing him the cold glass. He downed it quickly and panted a bit, flopping down and spreading his arms and legs, squinting up at the ceiling. There was a slight pause before he groaned and sat up quickly. Without warning he unzipped the sweater he had put on when he’d complained it was too cold, and threw it onto the floor. You watched this, laughing at his child-like behavior, but you quickly stopped as he also pulled off the tight t-shirt that was underneath the sweater.

Now it was your turn to feel a little warm as your eyes slowly took in his toned torso that was glistening with sweat. He was still breathing a little heavily from the energy he’d just used to take off his shirt, and you bit your lip, trying to remain calm. You pulled your eyes away from his body and opted to look at the empty glass of juice instead of his chest but couldn’t manage to keep your thoughts collected. Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement again and glanced over, choking on your breath as you realized he’d also taken off his sweatpants and that he was now sitting on the bed in his boxers.

“Ah, Bammy, what are you doing!?” you exclaimed in a small voice. Through his narrowed eyes, he gave you a confused look and you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. You tried to keep your eyes on his face but they kept going lower to his collarbone, and then to his chest, and then to his abs, and then…it was only when his hand reached for the top of his boxers that you squealed and quickly took them in your own, the force causing him to fall back onto the bed. It was already burning hot in the room, you didn’t need to make things more intense.

You took a few deep breaths and focused on the task at hand, taking the towel and rubbing it gently over BamBam’s forehead. He mumbled something and again you couldn’t hear what it was, but at this point you’d prefer it if he just stayed quiet. For a while you stayed like that, sitting next to him and gently wiping the sweat off his face and (to your delight) his chest, trying to cool him back down to a normal temperature. Every now and then you pressed the towel against your own forehead to cool yourself down as well. Soon enough, BamBam had fallen fast asleep. You set the towel aside and picked up one of the thin blankets, draping it over him to give him some comfort.

You began to feel your own body get tired and you glanced at BamBam who looked so content. You lifted the covers ever so slightly and you slid in next to him, smiling to yourself. You were glad that the other members trusted you enough to let you take care of BamBam when he was sick, and you were happy that you had been the one BamBam had wanted to watch over him. You turned to face him and looked at his peaceful, sleeping face, taking in every line and contour. You smiled a bit wider and closed your eyes, but not before feeling a slight pounding at the back of your head…

TWO DAYS LATER

You sneezed and felt yourself rise off the couch a little as you moaned and held your head in your hands. BamBam rolled his eyes, smiling a little and he stuck his tongue out at you.

“See! I told you this would happen~

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Mirror - Yugyeom (Day 77/100)

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Prompt: Mirror Member: Yugyeom x Reader AU: N/A

Word Count: 789

You heard his giggle right when you felt yourself trip over your own feet and before you knew it, you were on the floor of the practice room. You pouted as he gave a small laugh but after seeing the look on your face he quickly helped you up, still smiling down at you, letting out giggles every now and then.

“Yugyeom, this is ridiculous, we’ve been dancing for hours,” you said, half-heartedly. Although you were happy to be spending time with your boyfriend, you were exhausted from the dance he was attempting to teach you.

“Noooo, Y/N we have to keep going! You’re so close, I know you’ll get it this time!” he cried out, happily. You glanced up at him to see a cute, child-like grin on his face which made you feel more relaxed and ready to take on the choreography again. You nodded and brushed yourself off before he hit play.

The first few moves were easy enough, especially since you had been doing them over and over for the longest time now, but as the dance progressed you had to keep watching Yugyeom’s moves to try to keep up. You found it difficult to match his footwork and before long you were behind on the beats. You groaned and held your head in your hands.

“Why is this so difficult?!” you shouted through your fingers. He came over to you, laughing loudly and he pried your hands from your face. You suddenly felt angry at the fact that he wasn’t taking it seriously but just as you were about to speak, Yugyeom pulled you over to the mirror.

“It’s just the arm movement that you’re not matching to the footwork,” he said, giving you a demonstration of how it was supposed to be done. How he made the movements look so smooth, you would never know. You faced him and tried it again, but couldn’t match it to the timing.

“That’s so unfair, how can you do it so easily?” you asked, half playfully, half annoyed. It was like he wasn’t even trying and the movements still came out so perfectly.

You heard Yugyeom give a small laugh again and you looked up to see him directly in front of you. Any feeling of anger you had previously had was washed away by the new feeling of nervousness that he was so close to you. You felt your heartbeat pick up as he gently patted your head and smiled down at you.

“Alright, alright, this time I’ll help you out more,” Yugyeom said, turning you around so that you were facing the mirror and he was behind you. You felt the warmth of his hands on your own and felt the pink crawl to your cheeks. You could feel him press his body to your back and you prayed that he couldn’t feel your heartbeat racing.

“Ready?” he whispered. You felt chills go down your back as you felt his hot breath on your neck and you began to feel weak in the knees which wasn’t a good thing because you could barely dance the choreography when you were stable, let alone when he was teasing you like this.

You took a deep breath before nodding and hearing the music. You did the first few movements on your own but when you began to forget the moves or couldn’t time it right, you would feel Yugyeom’s hands moving your own or his leg nudging you in the right direction. When the song ended you turned to face him and he smirked at you, pecking your lips and letting go of your hands. You shuddered at the coldness that came over you where he used to be.

“You gonna try it by yourself this time? Or do you still need my help?” he asked, tilting his head playfully.

You quickly nodded, trying to remove the pink from your cheeks and hit play once more. This time, you could imagine him behind you, guiding you through the dance. You imagined him being there, brushing against you and leading you through the moves and before you knew it, the dance was over.

“Alright! I knew you could do it!” Yugyeom cheered, pulling you into a hug.

He bent down and brought his lips to yours before taking you in his arms again. You fell into his warm embrace and hugged back, thankful that you had such a caring boyfriend. Even if he was a bit childish sometimes, he hadn’t given up faith that you’d get the dance right. And for that you were grateful. You suddenly felt him pull away and you looked up to see a mischievous look on his face.

“Ready for the next one?”