#daesung fluff

[blu-joons]

When He Takes Your Child To The Studio ~ Big Bang Reaction

T.O.P:

The smile on his face was wide as Jiyong pointed out to Seunghyun, your son in the corner of the studio, trying his best to copy the four boys.

It quickly got the attention of all four of the boys as your son got lost in his own little world. “He’s having a right boogie.”

“He takes after his daddy,” Seunghyun proudly told them all, “he constantly wants to watch our videos back at home and tries to copy the dances.”

“You want him to be a dancer in the future?” Daesung asked him.

Seunghyun shrugged as he didn’t tear his eyes away from your son, “it would be pretty cool if he was a dancer, I mean look at him, he’s a natural, right?”

“He’s already a better dancer than you,” Jiyong teased, “how does it feel to be shown up by your four year old son at the studio, at your own place of work?”

“He’s not showing me up,” Seunghyun tried to dismiss, “hopefully one day this will be his place of work too.”

“Dancing his heart out,” Youngbae chuckled, “and being the best dancer in the Choi household.”

“Hey, the second best Choi,  thank you.”

Taeyang:

A shrug of the shoulders came from Youngbae as Daesung voiced his concerns about the fun activities that he had prepared for your daughter.

Daesung looked questionably as he met Youngbae’s eyes, “you know that Y/N doesn’t like her eating sweets during the day.”

“I’m doing Y/N a favour,” Youngbae reminded him, “if sweets are needed to keep Y/D/N under control then she’ll just have to deal with the consequences.”

“Are the sweets needed?” Seunghyun asked as he watched on.

A hum came from Youngbae as he watched your daughter closely, “probably not, but I’ve got a reputation as the fun uncle that I need to try and keep.”

“I’m so glad you’re taking Y/D/N home to your sister tonight and not us,” Jiyong jokingly told him, “I can already imagine her going crazy knowing what you’ve done.”

“Y/D/N knows what happens with Uncle Younbae stays with Uncle Youngbae,” he assured them, “it’s our little promise.”

“One day Y/N will find out,” Seunghyun warned him, “and you won’t be doing this anymore.”

“Y/N needs me to take care of Y/D/N.”

G-Dragon:

A weak smile formed on Jiyong’s face as he walked into the studio with your son in tow, feeling the eyes of all three of the boys watching him closely.

Your son quickly ran off to greet the three boys as Jiyong dropped his bag. “Y/N isn’t feeling well, so daddy duties today it is.”

“And we have to babysit too?” Youngbae asked him, throwing his arms up into the air. “We signed up to sing and dance and not take care of Y/S/N.”

“It’s just for one day,” Jiyong quickly assured them all.

Seunghyun nodded as he walked over with your son in his arms, “I’m sure we won’t lose too much time if we spend the day dancing and messing with Y/S/N.”

“You won’t even know that I’m here,” your son jokingly told them all, copying what Jiyong had prepared him to say in the car, “it’ll be like I’m at home.”

“We know your daddy bud, we know that you’ll be here,” Daesung replied to him, “you make as much noise as he does.”

“I guess one day wouldn’t hurt,” Youngbae eventually decided, “but you owe us for babysitting.”

“He’s your nephew, don't you forget.”

Daesung:

A sigh came from Daesung as he watched your daughter do another lap of the studio, full of energy, and not looking ready to tire any time soon.

His hand rested over his head as Jiyong chased after her, “Y/N’s going to go crazy if I take her home with this much energy.”

“We’re having fun!” Jiyong called out to him, picking your daughter up and throwing her in the air, “daddy’s being boring, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, don’t be boring,” your daughter noted with Jiyong.

A roll of the eyes followed from Daesung as Seunghyun appeared beside him, “if she doesn’t sleep tonight, I’ll throw you guys under the bus with Y/N.”

“You can’t do that,” Seunghyun groaned, hitting against his arm, “Y/N’s scary, especially when it comes to Y/D/N, she’ll go crazy if you tell her this is our fault.”

“Stop chasing her around the studio then,” Daesung told the three of them, “or you can come home and do bedtime.”

“Are they coming home with us?” Your daughter excitedly asked, “are uncles coming for tea?”

“I think that’s up to mummy, sweetheart.”

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[thndrs-wrtr]

Hello!! That Chan pic with the baby is just sjdjsjdj and the entire video, lord. I was wondering if u could write something like thar pls, needing fluff dad Chan 🥹

OMG YES. ABSOLUTELY . Also, golden star for you for being my first request ⭐️

Let's see what I come up with.

Warnings: Dad Bangchan. Fluff, extreme domestic fluff.

Big hugs

Ever since Chan came back to work after his hiatus, he promised he would come back home earlier. In the end, he had to come back not only to his house, but to his home. It wasn't just you waiting for him, now there was a tiny little human being that would wait for him.

However, Chan's promise was forgotten that day. It was already 10pm and he was nowhere to be seen. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, for Daesung refused to sleep for the entire day. No nap time, and he was definitely far from falling asleep anytime soon. He's definitely his son, you thought when the tiny almost two year old refused closing his eyes.

Walking around the place, singing, showing him toys, begging, anything worked. Instead, his tears kept flowing and so did your stress. His diaper was clean, he ate his dinner, he didn't seem to be hurt, the thought of taking him to the hospital faded when he finally sat still on the floor and started playing with his toys, and if he was not sleeping, at least he have you some peaceful minutes to a quick trip to the bathroom.

Chan finally arrived home, quietly. He smiled when he saw the boy giving his entire attention to his tiny, tiny guitar, pulling the nylon strings one by one, thank you uncle Han for the present.

He hid behind the wall, just showing his face when he finally spoke, calling the baby's attention.

"Hello there"

His dimples appeared on his cheeks and his eyes became smaller thanks the smiling expression. The baby quickly turned around, and started moving his legs and arms in an attempt of getting up.

The older man left his hiding and went straight to him, kneeling as to pick him up. Daesung started giggling right away, gripping onto Chan's shirt without hesitation.

"Your eyes are so red, had you been crying, hm? No, don't cry! Let's whipe those eyes, yeah? Don't cry, I've got you, ok?."

He said with a downward smile, rubbing his nose against the chubby cheek after cleaning the dry tears on his cheeks, making you melt right away when you appeared in the room once again, leaning in the doorframe for a few seconds while Chan didn't notice you.

"Two good looking boys and I look like if I'm back from a camping night" you said in between giggles.

"Ah, baby" Chan laughed as well, walking towards your way and kissing your shortly as a hello. "I'm sorry, yeah? I knew I said I'd arrive early and-" you cut his words.

"Watch him while I take a quick shower. I need it. Then I'll forgive you."

"Sounds like a fair deal"

Chan agreed, and his attention went back to Daesung. He lifted him in his arms in swift motions, the baby giggling and kicking his legs whenever Chan would lift him up in the air, and then back down using his mouth to immitate the sound of a rocket. Their tiny game continued for a few minutes, until Chan took him back to the bedroom.

"Shall we put you on your pj's, yeah?" He said with a kind of high pitched voice, "yeah, you need to be in your pj's. Is late and you gotta sleep, ok?" He told him as if he'd get a solid answer in return.

"I wrote so many verses for you today, probably a bit cheesy but yeah. Ah, you're gonna hate me when you're fifteen aren't you"

Chan giggled while he was changing Daesung into his onesie. He leaned forward, gently tickling the boy's belly, and the multiple "nom noms" on his neck, hands and belly didn't take long in appear, making the baby giggle and kick his feet at his dad's attention.

You had no idea how time you spent taking your quick shower, but after a long day after barely eating, constantly trying to calm down Daesung's crying, you really needed some time alone, and you knew Chan had it all covered outside.

However, when you got out the silence made you worried. Usually, Chan would be singing, or holding conversations with no replies back other than babbles, or music playing in the background. But now? Silence. Pure, and absolute silence.

The dim light of your bedroom made you walk towards it, the scene making you feel like sit down in that same spot and cry.

An unsual, asleep shirtless Chan under the sheets, accompanied by the image you wanted to see the entire day. Daesung finally, finally asleep. And not only asleep. He was soundly asleep using Chan's chest as bed, his tiny hands holding onto him while Chan's arms were perfectly wrapped around him a very, very big hug.

You walked towards them very cautiously, keeping your hand on Daesung's back for brief seconds as you leaned forward to kiss his head, repeating the gesture but this time on Chan's temple. Apparently, someone was refusing to sleep without his dad.

And you understood your son perfectly, you couldn't fall asleep easily when Chan wasn't there, how could you, if not wrapped in his arms?

[purpleyoonn]

enchanted 2

C H A P T E R   T W O 

“I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you.”

summary: The realm under King Min’s rule had been under war for over thirty years, a war within the inhuman species with origins no one knows. Your presence was brought into awareness when found by the king under the rubble of your home. You are plunged into a world you had only ever seen from the outside, and don’t know how long you can last.

genre: soulmate au, fantasy au, dragon au,

pairing: Dragon King Yoongi x Human MC

status: ongoing (random updates)

warnings: starts in the middle of war, violence, angst, death, supernatural creatures, smut, dragon customs, dragon instincts, more to come

chapter warnings: mc wakes up, inner questioning, inner worth issues, yoongi is a simp, love at first sight(duh), mc struggles at first, slight agoraphobia, major fluff at end, 

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Previously on Enchanted: 

The healer worked slowly under the watchful eye of Yoongi, wrapping up the cuts and bruising on your legs and the bruising on your arm before letting Yoongi know that you would need your legs rebandaged in the morning so he can make sure there was no infections but that you could go.

Yoongi relented, not liking the fact that this male was this close to his mate while she was unmarked. His dragon didn’t recognize the healer as safe, so he was on edge and practically flew you back to his room.

Once you were safe in his room, laying in his bed surrounded by his scent, only then could he begin to relax.

Warmth was an incredible motivator when used correctly. It could and would be frequently be used against you when you were punished. The servant’s quarters in Lord Ahn’s manor weren’t warm, in any way what-so-ever, but they were warmer than sleeping on the hay outside of the building.

Cheorin was located on the southern border of the Min Kingdom and was a major trading and fishing port for the kingdom. The Ahn Estate was on the outside of the city and was a well known boarding house for the Lords and sometimes their families when traveling. It held all of the luxuries that the Lords were used to and far enough away from the bustling city that the “activities” the Lords participated in while visiting were hidden from their wives when traveling alone.

We, the servants, were sworn to secrecy, threatened with things far worse than no food for a week or being assigned to the Lord Daesung for the night. Freezing to death by the cold winds seeping into the servant’s quarters was a far worse death than starvation.

That’s how you knew you were not dreaming: the warmth that surrounded you as your eyelids began to flutter with your slow awakening. It was not unwelcomed, despite the shock to your bones. You almost wanted to curl back into the soft bedding beneath you, pulling the even softer blankets over your head and hiding from the memories that seemed trapped behind your eyes.

You try to recall what had happened to land you in this comfortable warmth that encased you. You remember the pain in your legs, the desperation to get the beam off of you, the way the ghoul climbed its way slowly to you. You remember your savior, his red eyes and the way he clung to you as he picked you up, as if you were precious to him. It didn’t make sense, until you remembered the word he growled out when he realized who you were.

“Mate.”

The words were not foreign to you, despite being a human who grew up thinking only the creatures from your father’s stories could have mates fated to them. You couldn’t believe what the King had said, even now as you guessed where you were. You thought you were in one of the lower rooms of the palace, the servant quarters, maybe.

A servant belonged on the floor, below everyone else.

After a couple more minutes cuddled into the warmth you are not accustomed to, you slowly lift your head, sitting up in a large bed. Looking around, you notice the dark handcrafted furniture, carved with ornate details across from you. It had a large mirror rested on it with a couple other things you couldn’t make out scattered on the top. You noticed the sunlight peaking it which had you doing a double take. The servant’s quarters usually didn’t have windows.

Your eyes immediately catch on the large window and through it, a balcony covered in plants looking out over the grounds. You wanted to open the doors, bask in the sunlight and fade away by the smell of the beautiful plants. But you knew that would not be your future.

The rest of the room was covered in soft purple and gold silks, sleek furniture, and something even more daunting; the King himself.

You gasp as you pull the blankets from your legs and practically throwing yourself off the bed. A cry tore through your lips at the sudden pain in your legs, your body almost crumbling to the floor if someone hadn’t caught you.

The King moving faster than you could see, caught you in his embrace before you hit the ground. You tried to push him away, not wanting the King to have to touch something as low as you. Your fight was lost as soon as he growled lowly, your body becoming tense as you freeze in fear.

“Please, I’m sorry.” You don’t know what you were apologizing for, but you couldn’t help it when the words tumbled from your mouth. Your voice was hoarse from disuse. You had no clue how long you had been out.

Yoongi wanted to cry from the blatant fear you had of him. He could smell it on you, like a black swirl of smoke impeding all of his senses. It made the back of his throat itch and his eyes burn. He could feel his dragon wanting to take over again but that was the last thing you or he needed.

He picked you up in his arms, softly placing you back onto the bed as if you were made of glass. His touch was so very warm, a tingle spread through your body. It was such a wonderful feeling that you had to fight yourself to keep from whimpering at the loss of his touch as he moved away from you, now standing a few feet away. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. You were wanting to cry at the loss of the King’s touch?! How much more insolent could you be?! He was a King!

You were too preoccupied with your own thoughts to notice when Yoongi returned and sat by your side on the bed, the cream his healer had given him in his hands. He put the cream onto his palm, rubbing the cream between his hands until it had warmed up, and began to massage it into your calves, making sure to be gentle around some of the deeper, scabbed over wounds.

Startled, you jolt at the feeling of his hands on your legs, biting back a groan of contentment you wish to let out. His hands felt like they belonged on you, warm and gentle despite the callouses on his palms. You hadn’t expected, well, any of this to happen when you opened your eyes, let alone watching in surprise as the King rubbed some kind of cream onto your legs.

“Your Majesty…” You try to protest but your words are cut off when he looks up at you, his eyes challenging you to try and stop him.

When he sees the fight die down, Yoongi feels a content grumble begin in his chest, loud enough for you to hear as his features soften. You watch his eyes brighten with happiness as he smiles softly at you.

By the fates above, you knew you would do anything to keep that smile on his lips. Like that was your one reason for being; you needed nothing else in your life. Well, maybe besides the air that you forgot to breathe in when he smiled at you.

When he was done, you believe he had to have used some kind of magical cream, as the pain you felt upon standing was no longer there, a certain numbness to your legs but you could tell that you weren’t really numb. You could still feel your legs and could feel the movement within them as you shifted on the bed (coincidentally closer to the King who smiled at you, momentarily distracting you).

You were about to ask why the King himself was by your side, helping you, when a knock sounded on the door causing your courage to dry up and your question to wither away in your mind.

Yoongi saw this and grinned a little at your shyness before getting off the bed and turning to the door to see who was there. He specifically ordered everyone to leave his wing as he wanted to have alone time with you when you woke up. He didn’t want his Queen to be bombarded by excited dragons eager to meet their King’s mate.

When he opened the door, he wasn’t expecting to be greeted by his oldest friend, the dragoness who took care of him when his parents were busy with their duties. He tried to hide his blush of embarrassment, knowing he was about to get his neck rung.

“Min Yoongi! I thought I taught you better than this? Hiding your soulmate from the world is not the way to go about things. I should have been the first to meet her, and now I hear that one of the healers got to see her before me?” The woman scolded the King, reminding you of how your mother used to talk to you when you got in trouble. Yoongi only moved out of the way, letting his dragoness enter his space.

You watch the smaller plump woman practically grab the King by his ears and drag him back into the room, eyes wide at the display of power against the King. You were shocked that he just let her maneuver him, wondering just who this woman was to be able to get away with acting like this.

“Shinhye, I promise I was going to let you meet her. I just wanted alone time with my mate before we were swarmed.” Yoongi tried to explain his actions, but only got a raised eyebrow in response.

Hearing the King call you his mate again had you in a blushing mess. It felt different to hear it now, the circumstances being drastically different from the first time you heard it; you weren’t distracted by pain and panic, you could feel the affection and pride in his voice.

When the woman, Shinhye, turned to the bed, she was pleased to see you blushing at her boy’s words.

Good, she thought, maybe our King won’t be so alone anymore.

The warmth from your smile and cheeks was enough to warm even the Dragon King’s seemingly cold exterior.

“Well, alone time will have to be done later. It is breakfast time and I can tell that your little mate needs some food in her belly.” Shinhye declared once she noticed your bones peeking through the clothes you had been changed into. You were nearing dangerously thin and she (nor Yoongi) wasn’t happy about it. She could tell that your background was not a good one from that alone. She wanted to do what she could to help you, that meant getting something nutritious in you quickly.

“You will bring her down for breakfast. Everyone is well aware of your wishes and only two staff will be serving the meal. She needs to see more than just your room, your Majesty.” You vaguely hear her mention the King’s brother and other people who will be eating with you both. You would have protested to her concern, truly not wishing to be around so many new people at once but just then the last part of her sentence struck you..

You were in the King’s room. You were laying in the King’s bed!

I really am the King’s mate, you realized! You knew that it was against the dragon code to bring anyone to your bed who wasn’t your mate.  If you were in the King’s room, his den, and in his bed with a dress covering your shape, you had to be his mate! There was no way for your mind to twist this or misunderstand it anymore.

You were the Dragon King’s soulmate.

You, a measly human servant girl!

“I think my room is just fine.” Yoongi mumbled under his breath but still promised that he would be bringing you down to the dining hall for breakfast.

He turned to you and noticed you were frozen, just staring at him with your big doe eyes. He melted under your gaze, working hard to push against your spell as he moved to his wardrobe to find something suitable for you. He had already commissioned a wardrobe to be made for you with the finest silks and colors but they wouldn’t be coming for another few days.

So, he guessed that his own clothes would have to do. He didn’t even feel his own lips turn up into a proud and possessive grin at his thoughts. The thought of you in his clothing fed into his own protective nature, coupled with his dragon’s desire to keep you close, this was the perfect solution to the problem at hand. You would smell like him and be shown to the world in his clothes, the ultimate display of courtship and mating within dragon culture, well, besides you wearing his mating mark.

He grabbed a simple button shirt and some pants with a belt for you, hoping it would fit somewhat until your wardrobe showed up. Turning around, he couldn’t help but to deflate a little with the way you looked at him, wide eyed and almost curious, like you couldn’t believe your situation. In hindsight, he knew you were probably questioning everything, but he hoped he could prove himself to you sooner rather than later. To help guide you and adjust to your life in the palace and with him. He knew there was some darkness and mistreatment in your past, and he wanted you to feel safe with him.

“Here, you can wear these.” He hands the clothing to you before leaving the room, giving you space to change in private. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable with him. The distance between the two of you was already making his dragon antsy, but he needed you to accept him before he could allow his dragon to do anything.

You watched the King leave his den before staring down at the clothes he handed you. The fabric felt so soft in your hands; very delicate as you turned them over and examined them. It had been years since you last wore trousers, the staple of your childhood in the forest outside of your home. It felt weird wearing them as an adult.

They were a little big, and long, you were grateful the King had thought to give you a belt so they wouldn’t fall down. The shirt was like a dress to you, long enough that the fabric fell to your knees and you struggled to tuck the bottom into the pants. By the time you were done getting dressed, you were afraid that breakfast was already over and a little anxious believing that you had kept the King from eating.

“I apologize, your Majesty. I did not mean to take so long.” You bow your head, not exactly knowing how to address your soulmate as you stepped out of the den, closing the door behind you. You did not know if he would treat you like your father treated your mother, or if you would be reminded of the distant relationship between the Lord and Lady Ahn.

When he didn’t immediately say anything, you hazarded a peek at him while keeping your head bowed. You saw him bring his hand up, agonizingly slow, towards your face. You quickly screwed your eyes closed, flinching, waiting for the blow you knew was coming. You definitely offended him, taking so long to get dressed! How could you mess up so quickly? But the slap you expected never came, instead his touch was soft; sweet even as he gently cupped your chin, slowly bringing your head up.

You opened your eyes again, brows furrowed in confusion as you noticed the small smile gracing his lips.

“You never need to bow your head to me, my Queen.” Your confusion transformed into awe as he rubbed his thumb across your jaw before dropping his hand to grab onto your, lacing his fingers with your own.

Never before had you felt so safe or comfortable with a man. Not even with your own father, who had had taught you to be patient by helping you gather flowers and water for paint. He showed you what it meant to be kind, always helping our neighbors and talking courteously to everyone he passed by. You wanted to trust your heart, your mind even dreaming of bonding with your future partner; wanting to fulfill the dreams of your childhood.

Dreams of walking with your own partner in the forests behind your childhood home. Collecting berries for paint and forging new paths with each other. You loved the story your father told you of early life with your mother, of how they first met and recognized their lives were better together. You wanted to experience that love with your partner. You wanted to lay amongst the flowers with them, looking up at the clouds and making shapes out of them.

You decided if this was a dream, you might as well go along with it.

You nod your head at the King’s words, letting him bring you down the long corridors and hallways, his words captivating as he tells you about the castle itself. He tells you stories of his childhood, how his father had rescued a boy who would later become one of his best friends.

You were entranced by him, by the way he walked and talked. You loved the smile he wore when he seemed happiest, his gums shining brightly as if sharing his own happiness with the world around him.

So entranced, in fact, you didn’t realize you had arrived at the room where breakfast was served, startled by the herald, announcing the King’s presence and consequently your own.

“Their Royal Majesties, King Min and his Queen.” The Herald, Seokmin, yelled to the large room once the doors opened, causing you to jump in place and the King to grin. You were shocked to say the least when everyone in the room bowed at your arrival.

The room itself was grand, something you could imagine large parties being held in. There were paintings depicting the Dragon history along the walls, the colors bringing a certain enchantment to the room. The large table in the middle held what seemed like twenty chairs with two larger chairs sitting at one end. The biggest of the two right at the head of the table, and the second one to the right of the table.

You looked at the King but he just smiled and walked forward, hand still holding yours the entire way to the head of the table where the two ornate, high back chairs sat. The King only released your hand in order to pull out the smaller of the two chairs, on the right, before gesturing for you to sit. You tried to shake your head no, moving quickly forward to tell him that he should never pull out a chair for someone lower than him, but you fall flat, seeing the warning look he gave you.

Instead, you slowly sit down on the small throne, noticing the floral engravings and etchings in the dark wood. You ran your fingers along the leaves on the arms as the large chair next to you was pulled out and the King sat down, pulling his own chair in despite one of the runner boys rushing to push it in for him.

Once he was seated, the server standing at the walls came forward and started filling the table with the food on the trays they had stacked on a pushcart. You saw foods that you didn’t recognize being placed in front of you, colors like the paints you used to make sitting on the plates of food.

When he moved back to the wall, the King on your left began reaching for the plates in front of you both, grabbing the colorful food and even sweeter looking pastries and placing them on his plate. Once his plate was filled, he placed it in front of you, taking your plate and then filling that up for himself.

“These are all my favorites. Better to grab them before the others.” He whispered to you, a slight smirk on his face as he gestures his head to one of the men a couple of chairs down, his cheeks filled with food, reminding you of a chipmunk. You giggle a little making Yoongi’s eyes light up with adoration.

“Thank you, your Majesty.” You bow your head again, before remembering that he asked you not to bow your head to him again.

“Please, call me Yoongi. As my mate, you should feel free to address me by my name.” The last sentence he said with decisiveness, as if demonstrating that he was serious about it. That you were his mate and he was determined that you understand what that meant.

You awkwardly nodded your head, repeating his name over and over again in your mind. The many years you spent serving Lord Ahn had drilled etiquette, proper forms of addressing your betters and displaying proper subservient manners into your barin. You couldn’t be sure how quickly you could unlearn this type of behavior or even if you could adapt to your new role. It would take you some time but you hoped you could. You would hate for the King, Yoongi, to have to keep reminding you, saving his breath for more important things.

“Or, you could call him Yoongles.” The person he gestured earlier speaks up, an amused lilt to his voice as he speaks to you. “Or kitty. He looks like a cat if you look at him long enough.”

“He also likes to be called ho—” The man was cut off by a pastry hitting his face, right in the cheek.

You covered your mouth at the scene, your mouth open wide as the man turns and glares at the Ki—Yoongi. Yoongi was looking right back at the man, a smirk on his lips.

“Why must you through a pastry at my face? I was only telling her the truth.”

“Why must you tell my mate these ridiculous stories, Jin?” Yoongi countered. The man, who you now know is named Jin, only gasped.

“Ridiculous stories?! I’ll have you know—” Yoongi ignored him, leaning towards you.

“This is my advisor—”

“And bestest friend in the entire world!”

“And one of my close friends, Kim Seokjin, but I call him Jin.” You turn to Jin, giving him a shy smile as you introduce yourself.

“Of course. I think the entire castle has heard about you by now. The whispers are not as quiet as they wish to be.” Jin told you, making you freeze. You did not know how long you had been out cold, but you didn’t think the entire castle would have known about your presence. It made you nervous to be on everyone’s radar. This usually meant you had done something wrong at Lord Ahn’s manor, which was never a good thing.

Maybe you underestimated the workers within the castle. You knew that secrets were never secrets with the servants. You were a servant yourself.

“But do not worry about them. Everyone wishes to get to know the little human who was able to finally gain our little King’s affection. He has been waiting for you for a long time.” Jin waved his hand at you, trying to dispel your worries. He could feel your emotions radiating off you, could see how truly nervous you were despite Yoongi doing his best to push his pheromones out to comfort you.

Your aura was a dark green and swirling blue. Jin could see your deep connection to the earth and the sadness swelling within. He could see how hard and traumatic your life has been, the blue almost matching the King’s.

Jin had a gift that gave him an advantage over the other dragons from his hoard. He could see the auras of the soul. His father had shared the same gift, making him a special advisor to the late King Geumjae. A job that now resided with him. He was the left hand to the king, especially important when trying to decipher friend from foe.

“A long time indeed.” The other man spoke up from besides you. His features were soft, but you could tell they would cut you in an instant. He had been watching you, observing you the entire time. He felt oddly familiar with you, as if he had seen you somewhere before.

Jimin didn’t feel anything bad from you, his sixth sense had never been wrong before. He could tell you were as innocent as you seemed, but he knew he should keep an eye on you. If his suspicions were correct, you would need it.

“My name is Jimin, and I am Yoongi’s younger, adopted brother.” Jimin smiled at you, holding his hand out to shake your hand. You did so, gaining a large smile from Jimin, his eyes creasing closed as he did so, and from Yoongi, watching the interaction of the two most important people to him.

Jimin had grown up in the Witches realm, but during one of the initial attacks on the Min Kingdom, he had been found under the rubble of one of the towers, blown to pieces and stacked on top of the little boy. Min Geumjae, the Dragon King and Yoongi’s father, had found him after hearing the cries of the dying boy. He saved him and adopted him to be raised as Yoongi’s younger brother.

“It is very nice to meet you Jimin.” You smile back at him, loving the energy you feel coming from the man. He seemed very polite and nice, something you weren’t expecting.

“Has our lovely King taken you to the gardens yet?” Jimin asked you after a couple seconds, giving you time to eat some of the fruit Yoongi had put on your plate. His tone was sarcastic but his eyes held sincerity. They all could see how much you needed the nutrients and to have the sun on you, the vitamin much needed given the pallor to your skin.

When Yoongi had first changed your clothes, not allowing anyone else to come near you in your state, he had become enraged, thrashing the east wing office in his fit. You were practically skin and bones, and he had found more bruises on you than just the ones visible ones on your arm and legs.

It had taken both Jin and Jimin, along with Namjoon and one of the personal guards, Jungkook, to hold the King down so that Jimin and Hoseok, the chef, could calm him down. Taehyung, the royal florist, being called in from Jungkook. The six men had to sit with him and talk him down. They were his closest friends and were the only people Yoongi would allow near him in such a state.

“No, he has not. I had just woken up only moments before being brought down here.” You replied back, leaving out the fact that Yoongi’s mother figure had practically demanded your presence at breakfast.

“Well, I think a stroll in the gardens is in order after breakfast. You should really see all the wonderful colors Taehyung has brought into the courtyard.” Jimin looked at Yoongi, nodding his head the slightest bit, making sure he would take his mate outside.

They wanted you to know you were not a prisoner. This was your home now. Plus, Jimin had the feeling that his mate would be able to help you open up, even the tiniest bit. Taehyung seemed to have a way with people that even he would never be able to understand.

Plus, they all noticed the way your eyes light up at the mention of the gardens, Jimin knew that his brother would now be spending most of his time within the outer walls, picking flowers for his lovely mate.

“That would be wonderful, if it is okay with you?” You turn your head to Yoongi at the end, hoping and praying to the gods that your soulmate would let you out into the gardens. It had been a long time since you were surrounded by flowers, and you had sorely missed blending in with all the colors.

“Of course, my Queen.” The tilt of his head had your heart fluttering.

Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi’s own heart fluttered at the way your doe eyes shined with hope at his words. He would give you the world as long as you continued to look at him like this.

He would do anything for his Queen.

-*-*-

Yoongi knew he was in love with you at first sight.

The way you tried with all your might to free yourself from underneath the column on top of you, the raw emotions flowing from your skin as you cried in anguish, not thinking of quitting in the slightest. You were incredibly strong, a warrior in your own right.

Yoongi fell for you again as he watched the amazement and wonder cross your features once the doors to the garden were opened. He watched as your mouth subconsciously turned into a smile; eyes alit as you reached for one of the wildflowers that was encroaching on one of the fences at the start of one of the paths through the garden.

It was as if you had never seen such beauty before. Yoongi wasn’t sure what sort of expression he was making, watching every emotion you were feeling flutter across your face, rather like an open book. He imagined the goofy grin Jin would tease him about was out in full force, wide across his face.

You continued to surprise him at every turn. He had thought you would be terrified of him, by what he was. He almost expected you to be trying to get away from him, looking for an escape while calling him all sorts of nasty names any time he came near. His experience with humans had given him such expectations. Even his high status as the ruler of this kingdom did not exempt him from the fear and contempt the other dragons faced from humans. He was blown away by the way you seemed to move closer to him instead of using this opportunity to scale the garden wall. For all the good it would do you.

It seemed like you gravitated towards each other. When he moved, you moved. When you reached out for a flower with particular thorns, he moved, as if to try and shield you from the pain he knew would come. But it never did. You were familiar with the flowers, another thing he was happy to learn.

Yoongi wanted to know everything he could about you. He wanted even the tiniest of details of who you were at your core.

He wanted to know your favorite color, what time of day was your favorite to gaze up at the sky. He wished to know what made you smile, what would make you laugh uproariously, holding your belly as you tried to contain the joy that would spill forth.

He watched how you practically floated down the path that led to the large fountain, reaching out and caressing the petals of each flower you saw. He listened as you listed off every detail you could remember about each flower, even flowers that weren’t in the garden.

He learned that the chef, Hoseok, could be using the Tulip bulbs as a substitute for onions within the castle’s recipes. The lotus flower, a symbol of life and resurrection, can stay dormant for years and then rise again with the return of water. Sunflowers can be used to find direction, as the flowers themselves seemed to respond to the movement of the sun, from east to west.

He also learned that you had a love for lavender and sunflowers. You always seemed to return back to the two plants, happiness and nostalgia turning your scent into a sweet honey, making his mouth water and his lips turn up into a smile. He wasn’t entirely sure that he knew what a sunflower was, but it sounded like something he should speak to Taehyung about.

However, your wonder dialed up once you caught sight of the large fountain his father had erected for his mother before he was born. It was one of his courting gifts, one that had his mother accepting the courting and led to their mating.

You didn’t know that, though. You were caught up in the image created within the marble. A large dragon in a protective stance over a small female, tail curled in front of her as if warning away all who would dare harm her. A wild grass filled with flowers sat upon the floor, a path created by the marbled flowers that the water from the fountain sprouted from. The other waterfall came from the dragon’s open mouth, a more powerful run as the water fell.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Yoongi seemed to catch you off guard; you had completely forgotten that the dragon was with you.

“It is.” You responded back in awe. “I wish I could stay here forever.” You turn around in a slow circle, looking at your surroundings and moving slower until you stood back in front of Yoongi.

“I would never keep you locked in my chambers.” Yoongi could hear the wishful tone in your words. He could also smell the nerves tampering with your sweet honey.

Yoongi moved closer until he was only inches away from you, his hands moving to hold yours, bringing them up to his lips so he could plant soft kisses on your knuckles.

“I have been waiting years for you. I have had dreams of you for as long as I could remember, your laughter caught in my head, keeping me alive even when I might have wished otherwise. You will never be hidden from the world. You are my treasure, and I will treat you as such.” You looked up at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears as your soulmate seemed to read every thought and fear you had of your union.

Of the minimal things you had heard of dragon mates, none of them were very kind. You feared that you would be kept in his hoard, never allowed to leave. It seemed that your previous teachings were wrong, and it had you wondering what being a dragon’s mate entailed, the courting rituals, and what the future would look like if you accepted.

“You are the Queen of my realm, and you will have full access to everything your heart desires. As long as you are happy, my heart and dragon will be satisfied.” His words have you turning your hands to grip his own.

“What if you are the cause of my happiness?” Your lips turn up, gazing into his eyes as he seems shocked. “Will you be satisfied with that?”

“Then I shall be the happiest dragon alive, my Queen. I wish nothing more than to be the cause of your smile for the rest of my days.” His words make you blush, now shy as you look down at the ground.

If this is what fate had in mind for you, dreams be damned, you would never question her intentions again.

[seokminded]

Svt members x staff reader (she is dating joshua) who has been working with them since debut . The readersn reaction to svt finally winning a daesung eyiwhsjehsjs my brain has been braining

Anon, this is so cute! Seriously though the idea is top-notch. TYSM! I present to you:

DAESANG

Pairing: Joshua ✗ staff!r.

Genre: emotional fluff

Warnings: forehead kiss, est. relationship between r. and Joshua, mini-smau included, not proofread, might start the waterworks.

I wanted to make this kinda realistic so you're all in the dressing rooms when you get the news. Anon if u like this, lemme know cause that'll make me happy.

"Y/n what is it? Are you alright?"

You clasped your hand around your ajar mouth as you felt tears prickle your eyes. Looking up you find Joshua's features twist in anxiety.

Your sudden sharp gasp had alerted the team who were all seated in cushioned chairs with professional make-up and hair artists behind them. You had 2 more hours to go before the your team was to perform their recent hit on the Daesang-worthy stage, when you received a text from a close acquaintance who also happened to be the co-host for the evening's event.

"Y/n! Talk to me! What happened?"

Joshua shook you out of your trance and looking at him made the tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

"D-daesang! You guys are finally getting a daesang!"

You choked out and smiled while looking at the other members who mirrored the shock registered on your face a minute ago. Your words had everyone in the room staring at you, praying that you weren't joking.

"Y/n, are you serious? G-guys did you hear that?"

His voice soft and barely above a whisper. Before you could answer him, Seungcheol's voice boomed from behind your boyfriend.

"Who's finally getting a daesang? I need to hear that again Y/n, a lil' louder."

"Leader-nim YOU'RE FINALLY GETTING A DAESANG! SEVENTEEN IS FINALLY GETTING A DAESANG!"

You yelled out enough for the entire dressing room to hear before cheers and claps bombarded your ears. Before you knew it, everyone was up and out of their seats and all the members were rushing toward each other. Before you lost Joshua in the crowd you grabbed the velvet cuff of his jacket and pulled him close. Closing any distance left between you two, you threw your hands around him.

"Shua I'm so proud of you! I know how long you've waited for this!"

With a sweet smile playing on his lips and moisture in his eyes he placed the lightest kiss on the top of your head and replied.

"Hearing this news from you makes this even better."

Pulling away, you smiled and nudged him to go join the other members.

A much-anticipated win like this, had your mind reeling. You recollected the past and your debut days with the team. You thought about the day you gifted Seungcheol a smartphone, when you helped the boys choose a stage name, scheduled their first ever MBC stage, finalized their first MAMA stage outfits, and your first date with Joshua. Some of the most memorable 'firsts'.

You'd seen this team grow from co-trainees to co-workers to family. Through the highs and lows, you'd been by their side and this was a high you didn't wanna come down from.

"Y/n-ah, you're not pranking us right? Cause I'll cry if this isn't real."

"You're already crying though Seokmin. And no, I would never joke about something like this."

Wiping away the tears clinging to his lashes he flashed you a smile.

"Then why're you just standing there? No group hug?"

You heard Jeonghan ask you with a cocked eyebrow as he poked his head out of another members' arms who was giving him a hug.

That was it for you. You couldn't hold back your emotions anymore. Warm tears cascaded down your face as you found your place next to Joshua who wrapped his arm around your waist and used the other to wipe the wetness off of your face.

"Everybody fall in!"

Seungcheol gestured to all the other staff present in the room.

"I really don't know what to say right now so-"

Clearing his throat, loud and clear the walls resonated,

"Say the name!"

This really was the loudest reply you'd heard in all these years. Exuberant and merry.

"SEVENTEEN!"

"We are!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

"Who always wins?"

"SEVENTEEN!"

The room erupted with joyous applause as everyone repeated after him. You looked up at Joshua and whispered.

"Till the last 'say the name'?"

With a glint in his dark eyes, he whispered back.

"Till my last breath. You and me."

Wipe your tears.

WOHOO my first emotional piece.

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[ace-angel-judas]

Balloons and Confetti

Pairing: Hayoon/Minho

Series: BAP Additional Member AU

Genre: FLUFF

Synopsis: Minho and Hayoon find out the gender of their rainbow baby

Looking at the balloon, Hayoon pressed a hand to her swollen stomach. This was the day, the day that Minho had taken months to plan.

He loved baby showers, Minho loved planning them, organizing them and of course, the gender reveal that came with them. But there was a slight nervousness for Hayoon.

This was their rainbow baby.

“You look nervous,” Ozlo stated, holding baby Ilhoon on his chest as the nearly two year old napped.

“After.. everything and this also being our last..,” Hayoon shrugged, “I’m a bit nervous,”

“Yeah, well, Kibum is making us place bets on whether it’s a girl or a boy,” Ozlo laughed, while Hayoon rolled her eyes.

“It’ll probably be a boy,” Hayoon mumbled as she sat down, feet aching.

It was something you could never get used to, all the pregnancy hormones, sore feet and bad back. But there was a big enough turn out, all the SHINee members, Queenie and Daesung, Minho’s family and her own..

It was nice.

“Are we ready to pop this balloon?” Minho asked as he knelt down next to her, “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m just sore,” Hayoon smiled as she held his hand, “Come on,”

Minho helped her stand before she waddled her way over to where the balloon was hanging. Popping it would reveal the gender, which for some reason made her feel worried.

What if something went wrong again?

A scream snapped her out of her thoughts, surprise on her face as she watched as pink confetti sprinkled through the air in front of them.

“It’s a girl?” Hayoon asked softly.

“It’s a girl!” Minho laughed loudly, “Yoonie..,”

Tears began to roll down both their cheeks as they hugged, Hayoon wiping her tears away as she looked at the confetti. They were having a little girl, the little rainbow of their family.

“Oh, shit, it’s a girl!”

“Taeil!”

Hayoon laughed as she watched her mother wack her brother with a paper plate before the triplets and Sulli came rushing over to them.

“I get a sister!” Sulli screamed, “Sister!”

Taeil and Minhyuk latched onto Minho’s legs while Minseo softly hugged Hayoon’s stomach, smiling gently.

“I knew it was a girl, Mommy,” Minseo whispered. “I could feel it,”

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bigbang reaction to: their s/o having a nightmare;

request: Anonymous said : Can I please request a Bigbang reaction when their S/O had a nightmare about them leaving her? Thank you very much!

kwon jiyong (g-dragon):

he’s a light sleeper so when he saw you wincing and groaning in your sleep, he sat up concerned. you’d a history of lucid dreams and he knew sometimes the nightmares get too vivid for you to handle. he jerked you lightly, waking you up. on waking up and seeing him in front of him after dreaming about him leaving you on your doorstep, you couldn’t stop yourself and hugged him immediately. hot tears flowing down your eyes.

he hummed “shh” while rubbing your back. his grip around your, now shaking figure, tight but not suffocating.

“baby, you want some water?”

you shook your head before pulling back and kissing him, a short but passionate kiss.

“promise me, you won’t ever leave me.” you looked him in the eye.

he hesitated for a second because, frankly, you two had never talked about the future before. nothing was ever planned, you two had decided to just go with the flow and not rush into things so when you asked for a commitment, a lifetime commitment, he was taken aback but he knew in his heart that you were the person he wanted to spend eternities with so he nodded.

took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles, “i won’t ever leave you, doll. cross my heart.”

choi seunghyun (t.o.p):

he was deep in sleep when he heard you crying. he woke up and rubbed his eyes checking the time on the bedside clock which read four in the morning. at first he was dazed and mistook your crying with his dream. you’d stopped crying knowing you woke him up and stayed still. but on switching on the bedside lamp, he noticed your figure, away from him at the other corner of the bed, your back facing him, you were badly trying to muffle your cries but you failed and were shaking.

he sat up and put a hand on your shoulder, “y/n, what’s wrong?”

you shook your head wiping your tears, “i’m sorry for waking you up, go to sleep love.”

“no, y/n we’re not doing this again. come on, just last night we promised to tell each other everything, now tell me what’s wrong?”

you sniffled and turned towards him, your hair was a mess and your eyes had turned red due to crying so much, there was also hint of tiredness under your eyes, “i’m scared.”

he laid down facing you, “of? i’m here for you.”

“scared of losing you, what if i do lose you seunghyun? what will i do then? how am i supposed to live?”

“you won’t lose me though, my love”

“but what if i do?”

“there is no what if, i’m not leaving you, ever.” he sealed the promise with a lingering kiss on your forehead.

dong youngbae (taeyang):

he woke up at exactly three in the morning like an alarm clock. he was aware of the repetitive nightmares you were having and seeing your figure facing him scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around, from your irregular breathing he knew you were awake.

“again the same dream?”

you nodded.

“it doesn’t make sense.”

“then why i do keep watching you leave me every night?”

“i don’t know,” he nuzzled into your neck, “i’m not leaving, you know it. where will i go?”

“to someone better”

“will there ever be someone better than you for me? no, there can’t be and you can’t argue with me on this.”

“i feel like these nightmares are a sign.”

“they are not, and even if they’re, they’re for me. i’ve been ignoring you too much cause of the tours and concerts, need to love you more,” he peppered light kisses on your neck and squeezed you lightly, “i love you so much.”

kang daesung:

daesung had been away to japan for a few weeks now. your facetime call in the middle of his concert surprised him. he was backstage and was about to head to the stage for the next song when his phone started ringing. he picked it up and on watching you crying, he halted and sat down, he couldn’t really handle you crying. he always felt a part of him breaking and it was too painful for him to bear.

“is something wrong?”

you were sobbing and couldn’t speak coherently, “y-you’re so aw-away.”

“but i’m right here with you!” when the manager walked towards him to escort him he showed his hand and motioned to be left alone.

everyone left the dressing room and the event manager declared a small five minutes delay to the fans.

“i’m so sorry for calling you like this but i had a nightmare. i saw that you didn’t want me anymore and so you just left me. i woke up and you weren’t beside me. i’m so sorry for bothering you.”

“baby you’re never a bother to me. i love you beyond comprehension. i can’t ever leave you, you’re my strength, my support system.”

when you’d calmed down a bit, he walked to the stage with his phone and showed you the crowd and everyone cheered for you putting a huge smile on your face, surely washing your worries away.

lee seunghyun (seungri):

everytime you’d a nightmare, seungri would sing for you, sing you back to sleep. but tonight when he was awoken, he was worried. he hadn’t ever seen you this upset, you weren’t crying, more like your tears had dried. you were staring at the ceiling pointlessly. he turned to you concerned, “are you feeling sick? do you want me to call the doctor?”

you looked at him after a while, “why are you still me?”

“i’m not sure i understand the question.”

“do you love me?”

“beyond doubt.”

“what if one day you wake up and realize you don’t, you’ll just leave, right?”

he chuckled, “are you kidding me? i’d leave? i’ll realize that i don’t love you anymore? i’m a loser, i���m a loser for you. i’m a little flower who’ll wither if i’m kept away from your love. so that day ain’t coming so easily where you’ll get rid of me. you can try all you want,” he winked kissing your cheeks, “i’ll always be here every morning when you wake up.”

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Here With  You

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- fluff

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The day was finally here, after a long six months I get to see Daesung. They are having a “ family day” , families can hang out on base or leave for the day.

I pulled onto the base a little after 10 am and made my way to where all the guys were supposed to be, I rounded the corner my eyes scanning the sea of uniformed men, my heart pounding with the thought of seeing Dae.

“ Jagiya!” My head snapped to the left, the sound of combat boots stomping down the hall making me laugh as Daesung sprinted towards me.  “ you came, you came. Jagiya!”

“ I wouldn’t have missed this.” I laughed, his face getting closer and closer. “ Oh God please don't tackle me.”

He stopped right in front of me, his hands pulling my face to his as soft kisses were placed, “ Hi gorgeous. “His voice low as his forehead rested on mine.

I blushed squeezing his sides, “ Hi babe, Oh don’t cry!”

Dae pulled back laughing as he wiped his face, “ Pfft, i don’t do that.”

“ Yes you do, you big baby.” I grabbed the front of his uniform pulling him into me, my face buried in his chest as our arms wrapped around each other. “ Got any idea on what you wanna do?”

“ Not really, I'm just glad you are here.”

I pulled back looking at him, “ Well we can't stand in the middle of the hallway the whole time.”

Daesung snorted wrapping his arms around my waist, “ You of all people should know that I'll do what I please.”

I shook my head smiling, “ Yes Mr. Kang I do know that.”

[mykpopmood]

Family Life With Daesung Feel free to make a request

[noona-clock]

MADE 🖤 Fxxk It

A BigBang songfic series by Admin B! 🌟Enjoy!

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Daesung x You

By Admin B

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No, I don’t wanna go too fast Cuz nothing really lasts I think I need some time But I can’t get you off my mind

Okay, it had only been three months since you’d met Daesung at that bar... but you just could not stop thinking about him.

You were the type to take things slowly; you’d always been a little cautious when it came to relationships and love and all that. For a time, you didn’t actually believe in it. You hadn’t grown up with great examples of stable, loving relationships, so you’d always just thought “True Love” didn’t really exist and nothing lasted forever.

But Daesung...? There was something different there. It scared you. In a good way.

For the first drink I want the strongest Please bartender After I shoot it down Everyone looks pretty I’m drooling these ladies so loyal Then I saw you for the first time Geez girl, love me tender

You didn’t know this, but Daesung felt exactly the same way. He didn’t share all your worries about love and all that, but the ‘there was something different there’? Yeah, he felt that.

He often thought about that night at the bar, how he’d seen you, how he could tell you were like him. 

Neither of you wanted to be there. 

And maybe that’s why he went over to talk to you... because he sure as hell had never done that before.

The clubs and bars Seungri always dragged him out to were filled with girls, but he’d never had interest in any of them. They were all pretty, yes, but he’d never felt the need to actually talk to any of them. 

Until he saw you.

I confidently told you You’re different from those boring girls over there You get feisty with me In a dark atmosphere You’re like a single ray of light This surpasses fluttering feelings Like I’m going through puberty

“You know something?” Daesung said softly as he came to stand next to you at the kitchen counter. You were currently chopping some vegetables for the stir fry you were making, the first meal you were cooking for him.

“What?” you asked, only glancing at him so as not to cut your fingers off.

“You...” he took a breath, and your heart began to pound with anticipation. “You’re different from any girl I’ve ever known.”

“Why? Because I’m cooking for you?” you chuckled, hoping to hide the anxiety his words were causing. The last time you were this nervous around a guy had been back in high school.

“No,” he laughed. “Because... you just are.”

“Different... in a good way?”

“Yes,” he replied immediately. “I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but... I don’t know. I just... really like you.”

You pressed back a smile, keeping your gaze focused on the vegetables as you kept on chopping.

“I really like you, too,” you murmured bashfully.

Your stealing glances Make my lips dry up Haven’t felt this nervous in a while I can’t do anything Before the night is over I want you in my arms Real love? I think I wanna just Don’t hesitate, hey

Daesung stayed by your side as you cooked, though the way you kept glancing at him as you cooked was making him more and more nervous.

Not really nervous, more like anxious. Anxious in that ‘you’re making me feel things and I just want to, like, kiss you or something’ way. You know?

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this about a girl... if he ever had.

“Hey, could you get that bottle of wine out from my pantry?” you asked, nodding to a door in your kitchen. “It’s the only one in there.”

“Yeah, sure.” Daesung followed your direction, heading to the door and retrieving the bottle you’d requested. He got out two wine glasses from your cabinet and poured some out for the both of you.

You & me Let’s get in the car and ride You’re drunk So close your eyes for a bit Wanna go somewhere and rest? Baby, I’ll only hold your hand and sleep What I really want is obvious, honey honey, but I want it and you know it

You hadn’t planned on getting drunk, truly. But wine always got to you more than other alcohol did, and you’d somehow ended up drinking three glasses.

And when you were drunk, you were a blabbermouth.

“You know how you told me I was different?” you asked, your brow furrowed deeply as you gazed at Daesung from across your kitchen table.

Dinner was long finished, but you two had just been sitting here talking for at least an hour.

Well, you’d been doing most of the talking. But Daesung was a very good listener.

“Yes, I did tell you that,” he nodded.

“You’re different, too,” you assured him. “In a good way. And, like, honestly, I’ve been kind of scared because I didn’t have good examples of healthy relationships, so I never really believed in love or true love or soulmates or all that kind of shit. But... I don’t know...”

Daesung looked at you expectantly because it was very obvious what you were thinking. The look on your face, the twinkle in your eyes...

You sighed, a smirk pulling at your lips as you decided to just throw caution to the wind. Daesung was different, and you did know how you felt about him.

So you told him.

Fxxk it, I Love you

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Stage Name: SJ Birth Name: Park Soo Jin Position: Rapper, Face Birthday: December 10th, 1990 Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Birth Place: Seoul, South Korea Height: 176 cm Weight: 150 lbs Blood Type: O Instagram: sjofbb Twitter: sjofbb Me2day: sjofbb — SJ was born in Seoul, South Korea — She is an only child but considers the other members of BigBang as her brothers — Her nickname is Kitten and was given to her by Top shortly after the band’s debut — SJ and Seungri were the last two members to be added to BigBang. — Initially, SJ only got along with Seungri. The other boys basically ignored her existence for the first few months after the band was formed — Her favorite color is blue and her favorite food is anything Taeyang is willing to cook for her — She is very good friends with Onew (SHINee), Siwon (Super Junior), Amber (f(x)), and Min Kyunghoon (Buzz). — SJ works as an MC and has hosted several shows. She also works as a model in her spare time and has starred in a handful of dramas. — YG has not released her mixtape that was reportedly completed around the same time as GD’s second album, but other members often bring it up in interviews — Her favorite BigBang song is Fantastic Baby — She and Seungri lived together for a while but eventually split when netizens accused them of secretly dating. She now lives two minutes away from Top. — SJ has three dogs: Haru, Jae, and most recently Ssamja. Ssamja was supposed to be named after Min Kyunghoon when SJ lost a bet to him, but she opted for his nickname rather than his actual name. — SJ’s ideal type: “The older I get the more I discover what I want is actually an amalgamation of my brothers. I want someone as funny as Top, as kind hearted as Daesung, as loyal as Taeyang, as passionate as GD, and as hardworking as Seungri. Appearance doesn’t matter so much as long as they have good morals and a good work ethic.”

Okay, so, here’s my try at a sixth member of bigbang au. Up top is obviously some basic info about her and below the cut is a Seungri/SJ story for your reading pleasure. For now, nothing will be in chronological order; however, I’ll add dates where I can.

2018

“What will you do while we’re gone?”

SJ looks up from her now empty glass of wine only to see Seungri’s face full of earnest curiosity. It’ll be the first time in over ten years they’ve been apart for longer than two weeks. None of them are really ready for it, but they all know it needs to be done. Her boys need to be men now. They need to serve their country while SJ…

“Wait for you to come back.”

Seungri sticks out his lower lip at her response and she pats his cheek. “You won’t really do that. Will you?”

“Don’t be silly.” SJ bites at the inside of her cheek. “I don’t know. It’s different, ya know? We’ve all had our little solo endeavors before, but at the end of the day we all came back together. We’ve always had each other to fall back on.”

“Now it’s just you.”

“Now it’s just me.”

Seungri finishes off his own glass of wine before lapsing into a comfortable silence with his best friend. She has a point. They’ve always had each other when things got rough or unsteady. Now they’ve drifted one by one to a point in life that will either be a springboard for a new chapter or the end of everything. It’s bittersweet. It’s terrifying. Sometimes Seungri is so scared of what’s to come he has to physically stop himself from hiding away at SJ’s apartment for the rest of his life. He doesn’t want to leave her or the comfort of their relationship because- while he knows he’s good at meeting people and making new friends- he wouldn’t be half the man he is without SJ’s constant, unwavering belief. Same with his hyungs. They made him, shaped him, and now they’ve left him.

“This isn’t permanent,” SJ slips her hand in his and leans her head on his shoulder. “Things will change but… it’s all for the best.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“Most of the time. Sometimes I worry though.”

“What about?” Seungri lets his cheek rest against the top of SJ’s head as he listens to her deep breathing, ready to jump at the slightest sound that could mean distress.

“The thought of you as a soldier is terrifying. The thought of Daesung as a soldier is terrifying. Of course, I worry over Jiyong as well.” She sighs briefly before continuing. “And then… there’s Seunghyun and Youngbae.”

“What about them?”

“I have no doubts the rest of you will be ready to pick up where we left off, but those two… I’m just not sure. Youngbae is married now. Don’t you think he’ll want time to just be a husband for a while? Maybe have children? Then there’s Seunghyun. After everything that’s happened who says he wants to come back?”

“He says.” Seungri doesn’t want to say he’s had those exact same fears, so he does what he does best when emotions get high: jokes. “Would you like to go see him now? He’s been off work for a while. If you put on a nice skirt and pick a good bottle of wine I’m sure we could convince him to stay in the band-“ He yelps when your fist makes contact with his chest.

“This is why I never get touchy feely with you.”

“Well, according to tabloids you like to get touchy feely with all of us.”

SJ sits up, back completely straight. “I can’t believe those rumors are still out there. Why hasn’t YG done anything? Since 2006 I’ve been called the worst things imaginable! Why hasn’t legal action been taken?”

Seungri feels bad. He knows why action hasn’t been taken just as well as she does. Just as well as the fans do. They aren’t the gold children of YG. They aren’t a G Dragon or a Taeyang. They’re just SJ and Seungri and that’s all they’ll ever be. For a lot of fans that’s more than enough. They like to show off their hardworking maknae line (which includes Daesung who’s also not a G Dragon or a Taeyang in Korea at least) to the rest of the world. They dote and coddle just like the older members dote and coddle. Most of the time it’s enough to be loved only by the fans and older members, but a bit more love from the company would be nice as well. Seungri still gets tears eyed over the surprise birthday party from YG even though it happened months ago, that’s how rare and hard to come by the love is.

Suddenly, Seungri’s struck by a memory. His first birthday after debuting. SJ threw him a surprise party, going so far as to personally invite and bring his family. He cried harder than he ever had in the past, harder than he ever would in the future. From day one SJ was showering Seungri with all the love and affection in the world and expected nothing back. And she’s still doing that. Her brothers are her world.

No wonder she’s so distraught about enlistment.

“I leave tomorrow,” Seungri whispers, pulling SJ back to rest against his chest. “I don’t want to spend tonight sad. Oh, I know! Let’s rewatch Goblin!”

“Seunghyun,” SJ slips out of his arms in order to face him properly. “Don’t you want to go out and have a good time? You leave tomorrow.” There’s a sadness to her voice. A regret. Like she feels like she’s holding him back from something. “Call a bunch of your friends and go party. Don’t spend your last night comforting me.”

“But that’s how I want to spend my last night. I love you and I’d rather be here with you. It’s… calming. I want to be with my family.”

“What’s left of it,” SJ mutters.

“Hey, don’t talk like that. Will it be like it was before? No. You’d be an idiot to think it was.” Seungri takes SJ’s hands in his own. He notices how cold her fingers are and presses his lips together in a firm line. “We’ll still have each other, though. No matter what. I promise.”

SJ’s grin reminds Seungri of a fox when she says, “you’re such a good dongsaeng.”

“No! Don’t start that! You’re only two days older than me!”

“Still older. Now, put on a drama. I need a good cry.”

Seungri mutters under his breath as he does what SJ said. “You’re so bossy. Are your hands broke? Can you not use a remote?” He huffs and pouts the entire time he searches for a show. Preferably an old favorite. Maybe… Goblin? Seungri just really wants to watch Goblin.

“I can hear you over there.” SJ smacks him squarely on the back of the head before taking the remote. “How does Goblin sound?”

Seungri claps his hands together. “Please, noona?”

“Eww, stop. Here, watch the damn show and shut up. You’re annoying.”

Halfway through their binge watch something occurs to Seungri.

“Hey, Soojin, you won’t break into my house while I’m gone and sleep in my bed while wearing my clothes will you?”

“What the- why would I do that, you psycho?”

“Because you miss me. Obviously.”

“If I miss you that bad I’ll just watch some YouTube videos to remind myself how awful you are. In fact, your face is getting on my nerves already.” 

“Whatever.” Seungri turns his attention back to the show. A few minutes pass before SJ gasps in his ear. “What now?”

“Does it hurt?” She asks.

“What?”

“Being so ugly.” Her laugh is loud and Seungri knows she thinks she’s made the funniest joke in the world just now. He lets her laugh, content with these last few hours of normalcy.

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When you all up in your BigBang feels and the wifi cuts off...

[blu-joons]

When You’re The Little Spoon ~ Big Bang Reaction

T.O.P:

Your eyes brightened as you felt a sudden arm wrap around your waist, feeling Seunghyun’s light breaths tickle against your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” You asked, resting your hand on top of his that was positioned against your tummy, “what suddenly brought you here?”

A hum came from Seunghyun, letting you know just how tired he was, before clearing his throat. “I didn’t like trying to fall asleep so far away from you, so I guess I’m here just because.”

“Just because,” you chuckled back across at him, “not that you’re much needier for affection than you like for anyone to know?”

Seunghyun nodded against your shoulder, letting go of a giggle himself too. “No one can ever know that I enjoy spooning this much,” Seunghyun warned you, making you smile.

“Of course,” you smirked, “you really are impossible sometimes. I wish the others got to see this side of you that I get to see.”

“This is a side just for you,” Seunghyun explained, “I can’t be letting everyone see just how soft I really am, you know.”

“I guess it’s just our secret then.”

Taeyang:

A groan came from Youngbae as you reached back and took his arm once again and tried your best to wrap it around your frame.

“Stop resisting me,” you joked as Youngbae used as much of his strength as he could to keep his arm by his side and away from you.

You could feel his head shaking behind you as you both laid out on the sofa. “One day you’ll get a boyfriend who can spoon you rather than just being single and relying on me.”

“I’m your friend,” you quickly reminded him, “aren’t you supposed to be nice to me and do as I say? Or are you not a friend?”

A faint chuckle came from Youngbae in reply to you, “I’m only your friend when you want to feel less single. Let me set you up with someone, I know a few good spooners Y/N.”

“There’s no way that you’re setting me up,” you quickly established, “I’d rather never spoon again then be set up by you.”

“Perfect,” Youngbae chuckled, “that means that you can stop hugging me and let me watch the film in peace instead.”

“You know, I really hate you sometimes.”

G-Dragon:

A sheepish smile appeared on your face as you looked to your left and saw an awake Jiyong staring back across at you with a chuckle.

“Did I wake you?” You asked, feeling Jiyong’s hand on your waist, tilting you gently so that you were laying on your side beside him.

Jiyong quickly shuffled closer to you, pressing his chest against your back. “It doesn’t matter, I was just starting to worry about you, have you managed to get any sleep tonight?”

“Not yet,” you told him, resting your head against Jiyong’s shoulder. “I keep dozing but then my mind starts to worry about work.”

A frown formed on Jiyong’s face as he listened to you vent for a few moments. “Is there anything that I can do to help you get to sleep? Clear your mind for a little while?”

“I’m quite enjoying being the little spoon,” you nervously giggled in reply to Jiyong’s question, “as long as you don’t mind.”

“Of course, I don’t,” he quickly assured you, “anything that I can do to help you, you help me enough times too.”

“That’s just what love is though Ji.”

Daesung:

Your smile was weak as Daesung’s arms came around your frame, pulling you in tightly to his chest with a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’ll get ill too if you cuddle me,” you warned Daesung, feeling him tangle himself even tighter around your frame for warmth.

A hum came from him as he peered over your shoulder, “I don’t care about whether I get ill or not, the only thing that I care about is trying my best to help you to feel better quickly.”

“I hate this,” you murmured, resting back against Daesung’s chest, “I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus or something today.”

It killed Daesung as he listened to you, squeezing you tighter and tighter. “Try and get a good sleep in you, that should help you to feel better, you can sleep well with me holding you.”

“That’s true,” you agreed with a faint giggle, “if there’s one person who I know can help me feel better, it’s definitely you.”

“I try my best,” he proudly admitted, “why don’t you get some sleep, I promise that you’ll feel better with a hug from me.”

“That sounds like the perfect idea.”

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Hi there! Are you taking requests? If so, could you please write some cute Daesung hc with chubby s/o who is super happy to be out in the rain? You're one of the writers who'd give proper love to the big bang babies! Can't love them enough, right? 😋

Pairing: Kang Daesung x Chubby Reader

Rating: M

Genre: FluffyAF

It was such a beautiful day for a picnic and even more of a bonus to the day was that it was your birthday and you were with your sweetheart of a boyfriend, Daesung. You were a woman that loved the simple thing so, you would have been fine with a picnic in the park back home but, he wanted this birthday to be special. He treated you to a lovely trip to Hawaii, just for the two of you. However, the weather didn’t stay beautiful for long as it started to rain on you both, causing you and to gather the food quickly before seeking shelter under the closest canopy.

“Aish! Why did it have to rain on this day? I had so much fun stuff planned..” Daesung pouted after shaking the water off his brown hair before looking over at you or well. Where you were two second ago.

“Dae-Oppa, come play with me! Tag in the rain is fun!” You exclaimed with a bright smile on your chubby face as the rain started to soak your clothes. Thankfully, you weren’t wearing a white top otherwise this would be cut very short as you were VERY busty. Not that Daesung was complaining, he loved to bury his face in them and use them as pillows when you two would cuddle.

At first he was a little dumbfounded that you were actually staying out in the rain. Most girls, he thought, hated being in the rain because they were more worried about their hair but, see as though you were very carefree and outgoing, it made him smile. He was very happy that you weren’t like more girls. His plump Weather Goddess.

Daesung put the basket of food down on the ground and took off towards you, causing you to giggle mixing with a scream as he got close enough to you for you to actually take off running with him behind you.

“My Goddess, don’t run from me! I only wish to love you!” Is what he would yell out to you, making your wet cheeks flush as people that were in the building close by just stared out the window at the two of you, looking confused.

Hope it was to your liking and sorry for the wait! RL has been a bit of a kicker lately.

~ Fluffy Goddess

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Christmas Drabble #2

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Kang Daesung x reader

Synopsis: Christmas surprises with Daesung

Warnings: Holiday fluff

Author’s Note: My son is adamant that the plural of Lego is Lego (not Legos). *shrugs* I’m not gonna argue with the kid who wants to grow up to be a Master Builder. lol Reminder that there will be one drabble posted each Friday until Dec. 30. It’ll be in random order, since I’m pulling them from a hat again.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work. I do not own the gifs used.

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You sighed softly to yourself as you tried to quietly set up the artificial Christmas tree you'd smuggled into your boyfriend's apartment. You'd noticed that Daesung had been feeling a little down lately & was having a difficult time getting into the holiday spirit, so you'd hatched a plan that would hopefully change that.

You couldn't really hold it against him... knowing that it was his super busy schedule that most likely had him feeling tired and stressed lately. But it wasn't a mood that you liked seeing him in and you would do everything in your power to make him smile like a little kid at Christmas.

“What are you doing?”

You winced as you heard Daesung's voice come from the hallway behind you. Apparently, there wasn't a quiet way to put together a fake tree.

“Um... I was just...” you stumbled, turning around to face him.

“You got me a tree?” his voice sounded surprised as he walked over to touch one of the branches.

“Well, I just... I just thought you might like a little bit of Christmas decorations in here to brighten up the place.” you tried to flash your brightest smile at him.

“Jagi...” he sighed.

You held up a hand to stop him. “Listen, hear me out okay? I have a surprise for you that might change your mind. But first, breakfast!”

It only took a little extra prodding to get Daesung into the kitchen to help you cook breakfast. And, after the two of you had finished eating & cleaning up, you'd made him close his eyes.

“Isn't this a little childish?” he asked. He almost sounded exasperated, but the smile on his handsome face told you a different story.

You quickly went to get the surprise from where you'd stashed it when you'd come in. Carefully, you set it on the table in front of him. “Okay, open your eyes!”

Daesung's eyes sprang open and he looked adorably confused as he took in the big box before him. “Lego? You got me Lego? But it isn't even Christmas yet!”

“Look closer at what it is, you silly man.”

Your boyfriend peered at the box, picking it up and turning it over. “It... it makes Christmas ornaments?”

“For the tree.” you explained quietly. “I thought maybe we could spend some time with each other & put them together.”

“I like the sound of that.” he reached across the table, taking one of your hands into his & giving it a squeeze. “Thanks, _______-ah.”

The two of you spent the next couple hours putting together Lego while listening to Christmas music, pausing only to make yourselves a cup of hot chocolate. Then you'd decorated the tree with the finished ornaments.

“It looks perfect.” Daesung said.

“Yeah... it just needs this on top.” you told him, turning over the big, yellow star made of plastic bricks.

“Come here, I'll lift you up & you can put it up there.”

“Are you crazy? I think I'll just use this chair.” you told him, dragging one over from the kitchen table.

Daesung shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

You climbed up onto the chair, ignoring the way it wobbled slightly. If you stood on your tiptoes, you could just barely reach the top of the tree. You'd just finished getting the star in place when you lost your balance and fell backwards. You braced yourself for an impact that never came, as Daesung caught you easily.

“You know...” he smiled down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “When I volunteered to lift you up, I was just looking for an excuse to get you in my arms. But, this works too.”

Then he proceeded to kiss you senseless.

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The Green-Eyed Monster

Daesung | First Fight / First Morning After

1,201 words

Requested by Anons

A/N:  Combined requests!  This is also slightly suggestive and there is a bit of dirty talking too haha!  I hope this turns out well hahaha.

“Oh, so it was my fault then?”  

You slammed the door shut as soon as you stepped in to your apartment, leaving your boyfriend behind who just stared at your back while you remove your coat and take of your shoes.

“I didn’t say that, ______.”  He says calmly; as expected, but there is a slight croak in his voice that made you realize that he is actually a little pissed off, or maybe not a little to be honest.

You didn’t even know how the first ever argument between you and Daesung had actually happened.  You were supposed to go on a date at your favorite place – then he was running late and he said that he did text you but you didn’t receive anything.  It never happened before – instead of trusting him, your stupid brain decided to accuse him of lying to you and that he might be seeing another girl or the overly pretty new Crazy dancer that he introduced you when you watched one of their dome concerts in Japan a few weeks ago; or maybe his ex-girlfriend whom he can still see since they go to the same church almost every weekend and that his family is well-known of.  At the back of your head, you know that it’s childish, but you cannot help but feel jealous, knowing that your boyfriend is a well-known Kpop superstar – for sure girls are after him.

“Right, you just said that I am being overly paranoid and childish and it wasn’t your fault that I think this way because you’re not doing anything, so aren’t you putting the blame on me?”  Your voice is becoming higher and higher in pitch without you knowing and your boyfriend clenched his fists on his sides, trying to control his emotions, since he is older and he needs to be the one who understands better.

“That is not what I meant, baby.  What I was trying to say is that it wasn’t true, at all, none of what you’re thinking is true.  I am not dating or seeing anyone else, let alone go out with them in public.  You’re bringing up my ex?  Seriously, it’s been, what?  A year? Babe, come on.  You know me better than that.”  He says and relaxes his hands, resting them on his hips, giving you a clear view of his toned biceps, making you gulp.  Wait, seriously, like, now?

You blinked a few times to try to drift your stare away from your boyfriend and continued shaking your head, not giving up this, well, stupid fight.  You will not give in just like that.  You heard a low growl from him a few seconds after when you just leaned against the wall in your foyer – not saying to acknowledge what he was saying, is he really getting pissed off now?

“So what? Are you just going to stay silent?” He groans and damn, you felt your face heating up and you’ve felt something at the pit of your stomach churning.

Sure, you did kiss Daesung a million times, spent a few nights making out with him, but it never escalated to actual sex (ehem penetration – you did blew him once when you two were drunk and you rode his thigh – sure –but no, no actual sex yet). You pressed your thighs together from where you were standing and drops of sweat are trickling behind your neck – why is the room suddenly so hot?

Daesung eyed your movements carefully, how you are pressing your gorgeous thighs together whenever he speaks; or when he walks around the foyer while waiting for you to talk to him.  He didn’t know that a simple misunderstanding would lead to this – to your first fight.  Also, he feels something else that well, he had felt before, but it is pretty strong right now.  He didn’t know that you can be this hot when you are all mad and jealous and protective of him.  Now he notices that a few buttons of your blouse are now unbuttoned and your skirt had hitched up a few inches high when you had removed your stockings.  Your thighs and legs are his favorite – he admits that he is weak for them.

“Ugh, fuck! You’re so talkative, Dae!  J-Just shut up – okay!”  You finally shouted and looked at him, you’re breathing heavily and you gulped yet again when you saw the sweat marking your boyfriend’s thin, gray shirt.

“What would you do then if I don’t shut up?”  He inches closer to you until you are of breathing distance and you’ve realized that your boyfriend’s eyes are blown and his own breathing is also laboured.

“I- I- I don’t know!  J-Just get over it, okay!  Just tell me that truth that you are dating one-“

“Do you want to know the truth, _____?”  He inches closer and you instinctively walked backwards until you felt the wall behind you and your boyfriend’s two, strong arms trapping you on the cold surface.

“W-what?” Your cheeks into a dark shade of pink when your voice came out in chapped breaths.

“I want to fuck you right now, baby girl.  I don’t know what has gotten into you but you are so fucking hot when you’re this mad, and all I want to do is pin you against that wall and finally fuck you.”  You moaned at his words and you squealed when you felt his large hands gripping your hips, his face dropping on your neck and his groin touching your stomach.

“Then fuck me, Dae, prove to me I’m wrong.”

“I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”  Daesung cradles your face in his hands when you two finally woke up from the wonderful and hardcore sex you two had shared last night.  You giggled before kissing the inside of his wrist; shaking your head in disagreement.

“You didn’t hurt me at all.  It was… it was pretty amazing, actually.”  You smiled dearly and Daesung smiles his signature eye smile – making him look like an adorable angel.  However, knowing how much and how hard he was biting and sucking on your neck, breasts, and inner thighs last night, and how sore your hole is, it would be easier to believe that he is an actual devil.

“Are you sure?”  He traces the purplish marks on your neck with his fingers and you moaned slightly, reminiscing the wonderful night of your first sex.

“Yes baby.” You enveloped his hand that is on your breast and you placed a long, reassuring kiss on his lips and he smiled against your mouth.

“Actually – I was pretty satisfied with what I did last night…”  He winks at you and you slapped his chest.

“Just make sure that you’re not seeing any one of those girls or any girl for that matter! Or else I will skin you alive!  You got it!”  You pointed at him and he nods.

“But – if it will make you that mad and hot all the tim –“

“Don’t you dare –“

“Well – what I mean is that –“

“Shut up!!”

“I am not even finished yet, _____!”

Now you look forward to more fights and, well, fucks, in the near future.

[gotfuckingseven]

Daesung as your boyfriend

-it was love at first sight

-you two locked eyes with each other and then that was it

-he understands you like no one else

-romantic as fuck

-you two would travel to the most beautiful places

-like that “little fun date” on the Eiffel Tower 

-dinner on that restaurant in Venice 

-night on the hotel room in Hawaii

-he loves to take pictures with you

-and keeps on his phone so when he misses you on the tour he could look at it

-make fun of each other 

-back hugs

-when he’s back from tour you guys do a marathon 

-sex marathon of course (who wouldn’t)

-sex toys? maybe a vibrator sometimes

-loves when you go to his show to support the band 

-you two are completely drunk in love 

-makes your heath flutter

-loves you unconditionally  

-respect and honesty is your primary rules on the relationship 

-you can count on your fingers how many times you argued 

-love each other till the end of times