#day6 brian kang fanfic

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Part 60 : Drunk or Possessed?

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Sweet Chaos

Youngk x Yn

Music. That is about the only thing Brian Kang and YN YLN have in common. And frankly, she has no interest in learning more about the boy she has deemed Mr. Perfect. Fate, however, does not seem to be in her favor when she finds they have been assigned to write and produce together. It can only lead to sweet chaos.

*times and dates do matter*

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Kinkmas - Day 6: Edging W/ Young K

Post Date: 6th December 2022 Content: Smut - Day6 Young K x Reader WC: 1.1K TW?: Edging/ Teasing/ Fingering/ Oral (Recieving)/ Brian is a TEASE Summary: When drinking hot chocolate whilst watching Christmas movies turns into something else that would make Santa blush.

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Oh, how comfortable you were, cuddled up on the couch whilst you wait for Brian to finish making you his special hot chocolates that you have become obsessed with. Getting him to make them almost every day since the start of November whilst being in a jolly mood as the countdown to Christmas officially started. 

“Here’s your hot chocolate, baby,” Brian cheers as he carefully passes you your hot chocolate, grabbing it from him with sweater paws from your hoodie, smiling sweetly up at him as he places his on the table to take a seat next to you, pulling your legs over his lap. 

Oh and how perfect it was, decorated with whipped cream and sprinkles, combined with the glittering lights surrounding you as the movie is ready to be played. Both of you were right in your element, the scent of the cinnamon sprinkled on your hot chocolate filling your nostrils delightfully. 

The cinnamon wasn’t the only thing that was delightful, you couldn’t give an answer to the question of why you suddenly got distracted away from the movie, but with his lips molding against yours, you really couldn’t complain in the slightest. 

Your hoodie flies from over your head to the floor, an item of clothing from you both joining it in turn as you fight against each other, the movie just being there for background noise at this point. Your warm, bare bodies flush against each other as he pulls you underneath him.

Your fingertips dig into the flesh on his shoulders as he pins down your hips to the couch, your tongues fighting against each other, leaving no time or room to catch a breath as one thing goes to another. 

Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you tug on it slightly as you giggle, watching his eyes turn dark with lust, with a smirk growing on his face.

“Oh, you’re going to be like that now are you?” He asks as he lifts himself off you slightly, leaving the slightly cold air to attack your half-naked body. 

The cold air makes you shiver, but that isn’t the only thing to do so, the way his finger trails down your jawline, down your neck, and down to your torso makes your skin rise with goosebumps, making you pant and quiver at his touch.

He teases his fingers around the cup of your bra, playfully tugging at it as he carefully watches your eyes that follow his finger, biting down hard on your lip as he does so. 

Then the bra was off, with one swift movement using his other hand to reach around to unclasp it, peeling it off of you painfully slow as you have to wait for him to do something else.

Everything he’s doing is slow yet every fiber in your body ached with admiration at how much he wanted to enjoy just looking at you, wanting to be sweet about it as his lips plant the softest peppering kisses along your shoulders down to your sternum. 

Though you start to get slightly impatient, needing something more than just being kissed all over despite loving every second, the way it’s taking what feels like forever to get to your needs. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you give it a gentle tug, teasing him as he continues to pepper your skin with the most satisfying kisses. 

“Oh, you really are going to be like that huh? Let’s see how you cope with this,” he scoffs against your skin, lifting his head up to look at you with the most mischievous grin that you’ve seen, on pins with anticipation with his statement.

The light touches continue, but his fingertips makes your hair stand up straight as he inches closer to where you desired to be touched the most, tugging at the band of your underwear and of course, pulling them teasingly slow too. 

Lowering himself, his lips pepper the insides of your thighs, his fingers circling your sensitive skin on the other thigh, alternating the kisses and slight touches.

Until the scent of you fills his nostrils, being unable to resist diving straight in, a long lick up your core making you whimper as you try to keep your legs open so you didn’t trap him between your thighs. 

Looking up to see your reaction, he breathes heavily against your soaking core, making you moan at the sensation. 

The small whimpering cries that flow out of your mouth encourage him to keep going, his tongue doing wonders around your sensitive clit as his fingers make their way into your hole, curling them upwards just as you like it.

Then within minutes, you were so close to your breaking point, unable to control your legs as they start to quiver by his ears, and then nothing. He pulls away, chin covered in your slick as you give him a huge whine, unable to put words together to ask him to keep going. 

“Oh, I’m sorry baby. Were you just about to cum? Such a shame,” his cocky teasing tone playing with your mind, knowing that he was purposely doing this but all you could do was whine at him, pouting as you hope he’ll let you have your release. 

His tongue may not be against your core, but his fingers still caress your insides, moving slowly like he has been doing, giving you barely an ounce of satisfaction, then giving you a little hope when he picks it up again, his thumb brushing then doing digits on your clit.

Your back arches as he does this, making you whimper on his lips, tasting yourself on them as you try to make out with him whilst his fingers do the magic work between your legs. 

Then he stops again.

And again.

And again. 

Each time he could tell you were close, he’d stop for minutes at a time, noticing how worked up you were getting, tears pooling in your eyes, making them glassy as you beg on his lips, for him to let you have just one release, just the one. 

“Oh you poor thing,” he coos mockingly, using his free hand to caress your cheek, wiping away the tear from your eyes as it falls, pouting at you by also mocking you, “I’ll let you cum, don’t worry”.

The swiftness in the way he removes his boxers, joining the clothes pile on the floor, to the way he lines himself up to your entrance, makes your heart and core flutter like mad.

“If you want to cum, I’ll make you cum....” he grunts as he thrusts into you slowly, smirking on his lips as they brush against yours, then leaning into your ear, “But you may not handle how many times I’ll make you”. 

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Young K: One Door Away

Been wanting to write this one for awhile so I finally got it out of my brain~ we love mutual pining in this house Thanks for reading! 🍑😘💓💓💓

Younghyun x Fem Reader. Smut (office coworkers, mutual pining). 7.5k

[Part 2]

"Just the two of us?"

You and Younghyun sat side by side in your boss' office, news of an out-of-town conference reaching you. She'd just informed you that she'd like for you and Younghyun to go together to the conference and represent your company, and you were having mixed emotions. You and Younghyun got along so well. You were fantastic coworkers who got things done effectively and with ease. However, the hardest thing for you was trying to ignore the attraction you felt. Every day there was something he did or said to make you internally swoon. But you never had the guts to do anything about it, at least not yet. You were simultaneously anxious and excited by such an opportunity to get familiar with him falling into your lap.

"Yes, I think you two could handle it just fine. Why, don't you think so, Y/N?" Your boss furrowed her brow, concerned.

"No! I mean, yes! I-I do think so, I think it would be great--fine..." You stumbled over your words and caught a glimpse of Younghyun bringing his hand up to his lips, stifling a smile.

"Younghyun? How about you?"

"Oh yes, I think that would be just fine. Y/N and I are certainly capable of handling that." Younghyun smiled brightly, confidently.

"Then it's settled. I'll have Brennan make the arrangements."

After a few polite pleasantries, you and Younghyun left her office and stepped out into the hallway.

"You ever been to Chicago?" Younghyun asked as you walked.

"Oh, um, no I haven't," you answered, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that you'd soon be in Chicago for two days alone with Younghyun.

"Hmm, nice city. I'll show you around," he said, then stepped into his office. "Have a good day, Y/N."

"Yeah, you too." You kept walking, as if in a daze, to your office just one door down from his.

You closed your office door behind you (something you rarely did), and plopped down in your chair, trying to comprehend the situation you were getting into. You automatically wondered what you would wear on the trip, in the way you would for a date. But, you reminded yourself, this was not a date. It was not even a vacation. And it was not a trip with Younghyun. It was business, and you needed to be professional. But, you couldn’t help the electricity that was running through your veins.

🚪

"We're coworkers, and it's just a business trip," you told your best friend, Hyerin, over the phone as you packed your things. You were telling her, but also trying to convince yourself.

"It's not just a business trip if you're hot for each other," she replied.

"We're not hot for each other!" You were glad she couldn't see how red your ears were getting when you said that.

"Well you're definitely hot for him, and I wouldn't doubt he feels the same with the things you've told me about him. A trip with just the two of you is bound to end in bed."

You became even more flustered at her words, but the alarm on your watch beeped, cutting your conversation short. "I have to go," you told her, zipping your suitcase closed.

"Okay, have fun and tell me all the dirty details when you get back!" Hyerin rushed before you could hang up.

"There's not going to be any, bye!" You pressed the end button and tossed your phone into your purse, then snatched it up, grabbed your keys, and headed out your front door.

Your friend's words rang in your head the whole trip to the airport, and you wondered if they would come true. You weren't completely sure if you wanted them to or not. You shook your head to try and sweep your mind clean as you retrieved your bags from the trunk of the cab. You thanked the driver and walked confidently through the sliding doors of the airport. You had decided to at least pretend to be confident and comfortable, and try your best to fake it till you made it.

Your plan worked; the whole time you were in the security line, the Starbucks line, walking through the crowds, you felt sure of yourself. Your heels clicking on the hard floor, the dull clattering of your suitcase behind you, the way you held your posture as you walked and sipped your coffee...you felt invincible and ready to take on this trip.

And then you heard his voice call your name and all of that came to a screeching halt. You turned and saw Younghyun with his black bag on his shoulder, smiling brightly at you, and suddenly you felt weak in the knees. You stumbled a bit in your heels from turning too quickly, grabbing the wall to stabilize yourself and cursing under your breath as you tried to hide the embarrassed redness that you were sure was now coloring your cheeks.

"Careful," he said, placing his hand on your shoulder when he reached you.

Oh fuck. That was the first time he'd touched you today and it was already sending your heart racing. This was gonna be a long trip.

You soon boarded the plane and ended up seated at a window with Younghyun right next to you. At least you could distract yourself with the view. Younghyun pulled out some papers to look over before the conference, but you always chose to not worry about work on flights. It was a time no one could expect work from you, so you took it. Younghyun on the other hand, wanted to be extra prepared. You waited for take off and watched as his fingers shuffled through the stack, not realizing you were staring until they stopped moving completely.

"Sure you don't want to review these?" Younghyun offered. As if that's what you were thinking of. You wished your thoughts were that pure.

"No, no, I've looked at them a hundred times," you answered with a wave of your hand, turning back to the window.

"A trip with just the two of you is bound to end in bed." Hyerin's words popped back into your head. You doubted she was right, but couldn't deny the part of you that hoped she was. You put in your earbuds and leaned against the window, doing your best to concentrate on the music until you landed, with some degree of success.

When you landed, you and Younghyun found your way out of the plane and airport and grabbed a taxi. He took the lead and you did your best to follow, finding yourself feeling a little like a lost puppy tagging along. But he went on far more business trips than you, and he'd also been to Chicago before and you hadn't, so you tried not to let it bother you. You enjoyed seeing the new city, all the towering buildings that surrounded you. You were used to being in cities like this, but each one was unique and had its own character, so it always interested you to visit a new one.

You turned back to the inside of the cab and saw Younghyun on his phone. "We're almost there," he informed you, typing away.

🚪

"Alright, here are the keys to your adjoining rooms." The concierge placed one key card in front of you and one in front of Younghyun, and you furrowed your brow at those last two words.

"Adjoining?"

"Yes, there is a door connecting them, so you can simply unlock it from both sides if you wish to move between the two rooms," she replied helpfully.

Younghyun looked at you, seemingly just as confused. You hadn't booked these rooms and neither had he, they were just given to you by your company, by your boss' assistant. Maybe Brennan was trying to send you a message...

"I'm sorry, is that a problem?"

"I...I don't know..." Younghyun let his words trail off, looking to you to see how you felt.

"You can also keep them locked if you wish," she tacked on, trying to help.

"Yeah, it's...it's totally fine." You simply shrugged, taking the key card in front of you off the marble counter. Younghyun went along with it. If you were fine with it, so was he.

You both went up to your respective rooms and dropped your stuff, changing into more comfortable clothes before heading out into the city.

You checked your phone; Hyerin had texted you.

Hyerin: Did you land yet? How's the hotel? Did you kiss him yet? 👀

You rolled your eyes and looked over at the white door that separated your rooms. Somehow having that door there made him feel even closer to you than a wall would. You imagined yourself, a thousand times more confident, bursting through that door, grabbing Younghyun by the collar, and kissing him hard, the way you always wanted to. But you knew that would never happen.

You texted her back, answering her questions as simply as possible.

Me: Yes, fine, and no!

You locked your phone and forgot about any of those pressures your friend was putting on you.

Spending the day with Younghyun in this city that was all new to you was like a dream; you walked along Navy Pier together, visiting the shops and taking in the sights, talking with him so effortlessly. It wasn't a date, but it kind of felt like one, and you let yourself fall into that little illusion a bit. If dating Younghyun was anything like this, you were dying to date him even more now somehow.

🚪

"Did you hear that Brennan and Sooin are dating?" You asked, fiddling with the straw in your drink. You and Younghyun had ended up back at the hotel bar for a quick drink before heading up to your rooms for the night. You'd already talked for awhile about the conference tomorrow and about all the sights you'd seen that day. You were getting exhausted after all the things you'd done since the early morning, but didn't want to leave his side.

Younghyun smirked at his glass and took a sip before answering your question. His expression made you pause, wondering if he knew something you didn't. "I...Yeah, I did hear that."

You practically snorted at that. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"No, nothing. Just, his office is next to mine, and...our building has thin walls, that's all." He cleared his throat and caught your eye, and you shared a knowing smirk. Apparently things were more heated in your office than you knew.

"Oh," you laughed, taking another sip of your drink, already finishing it off and ready for another. You wanted to get a little tipsy; you were hoping it would take the edge off and keep you from having your nervous little walls up around him. If you wanted to get anywhere with Younghyun, you'd have to have more confidence, and alcohol was one way to get you there.

"Think it'll last?" You asked, prodding a bit, not because you actually cared about your coworkers love life (you couldn't give two shits if they were dating, or fucking, or whatever), but because you wanted to see how he reacted. What was his opinion on office romances?

Younghyun leaned forward, crossing his arms and resting his elbows on the table, the sleeves of his button-up now rolled up and hugging the crook of his arm. "Oh, I don't know. They're such different people...But, they certainly seem like they enjoy each other's company, so..." He raised his eyebrows and chuckled as he spun his glass a few times.

Well now you were curious. It sounded like this was a regular occurrence. "They really fuck while you're in the office?" You asked incredulously, lowering your voice a bit. Their offices were right by yours. You felt like you were living under a rock.

"Oh yeah, at like lunch and after meetings...You've never noticed?"

You shook your head no, and started on your second drink. Sounds like everyone in your office was getting laid but you. That made you start to wonder about Younghyun himself. He didn't talk about his personal life often. Maybe he had someone already. Maybe he was dating someone, maybe he was fucking someone on the regular. He could be sleeping with that cute new receptionist for all you knew. That thought made you take a rather large swig that burned your throat.

"You should slow down," Younghyun laughed, grabbing your now empty glass as you reached for your next one.

"I know my limit," you told him, spinning the straw between your fingers. "So are you dating someone?" Oh shit, did I just ask that? That had tumbled right out of your mouth without a thought. That liquid courage was starting to do its job already.

Younghyun laughed again, and took a drink before licking his lips. "No, no I'm not. I would have mentioned it if I was." Oh? You nodded calmly, secretly ecstatic at that fact. "Why, are you dating someone?" He asked playfully, throwing it back to you. You were aware of how childish you were being, bringing it up in the first place like that. You felt like a couple of kids asking each other who their crush was.

"Nope." You answered simply, so as not to say something that would embarrass yourself.

"I hear Dave's single," Younghyun teased, knowing you would not be interested in your rude, much older coworker.

"Gee, thanks." You felt a slight buzz kicking in, which was maybe why you felt more at ease with talking to him. "Well...I guess I'll know the right guy when he comes along." You subconsciously let out a little exasperated sigh and pursed your lips, watching the ice spin in your glass as you played with your straw. He placed his elbow on the small table and rested his head in his palm, watching you talk. Though you noticed his gaze, what you were a little too tipsy to notice was the endearment behind his eyes.

"I'm sure you will."

A pause hung in the air and you both looked down at your own glasses that were nearly empty. You knew this was your chance to bring up your feelings, the perfect opportunity, but even the alcohol coursing through your system wasn't enough to get you to do that at the moment. And when he downed the last of his drink and started to get up from his chair, you knew your chance was slipping away.

"Well, I think I'll head up to the room. Gotta get up early tomorrow."

You wanted to say something to get him to stay and talk with you some more, but your brain was too frazzled to think of anything and you knew it was getting late.

"I guess I should too."

🚪

You laid in bed that night, trying so desperately to think of anything, anything else but Younghyun laying on the other side of the wall. But your mind always found a way to wander back to him. He was so close, just a door away. But you needed to sleep. You unlocked your phone and checked the time, sighing when you realized it was 2 am and you were no closer to falling asleep. Fine. If your brain wanted to think about him, you'd let it.

You thought back to how his fingers looked curled around his glass at the bar, the way he licked his lips after taking a sip of his drink, the way he smiled at you with those affectionate sparkles in his gorgeous eyes...man, you were losing it. You let yourself think about how nice it would feel to have his hands on you, feel his fingers tracing over your skin, then down between your thighs. You let your fingers do what you wanted his to, working them into your panties and sighing when they slid through your pussy, which at this point was more than wet with as long as you'd been thinking of Younghyun. You imagined his lips on your neck, forming dirty words you so desperately wanted to hear in his voice. His hot breath on your ear, his strong body pressed to yours...god, you wanted him. Groaning when you pushed two fingers into yourself, you got caught up in the imagery of his cock entering you. "Fuck...Younghyun..." you sighed dreamily and lost yourself in your fantasy, trying to focus on cumming so you could hopefully fall asleep. You pumped your fingers and used your other hand to rub at your clit, whimpering when you quickly pushed yourself to a contained but satisfying enough orgasm. You moaned once more as you rocked against your fingers through the aftershocks. You sighed heavily, laying back and feeling your eyes start to close tiredly. Good, it worked.

You laid in silence for a moment, concentrating on getting your breath back to normal. You jumped when your phone suddenly buzzed on your dresser. Who's messaging me now? You reached over and unlocked it, a subconscious gasp leaving you when you read the short message.

Younghyun: good night, y/n

🚪

"Morning, Y/N. Did you sleep well?" Younghyun smiled brightly at you, looking as put together as usual, a well tailored suit and nicely styled hair all in place, his fingers working on completing the look as he finished putting on his watch. You stepped into the hall and let your hotel room door lock behind you. God, what do you say to that when you knew he had heard you the night before? At least, that's what you assumed from his message.

"Uh, yep, good. Just fine." Lie. You hadn't slept a wink. You spent the evening staring at his message, trying to decipher it. Was he turned on? Was he annoyed? He had heard you, right? Of course, that's why he was sending you that. Right? Why else would he have texted you that at 2 in the morning? You had said good night to him in person hours earlier.

"Good." Your eyes met his and you swore you noticed a playful glint in them, not to mention the little smile that pulled at one corner of his lips. You looked down to try and hide the blush that was certainly rising in your cheeks. "Let's go eat then get to this event. Do you have everything you need?" You glanced down at the papers in your arms, patted your pocket for your phone, then replied that you did, so you walked together to the elevator.

You really didn't feel like going to a conference and talking to a bunch of suits right now, but what choice did you have? Besides, part of you wanted work, if only as a distraction. So you ate a quick breakfast together, and pushed thoughts of the night before to the back of your mind, concentrating on work. You made sure to drink a couple cups of coffee before you left the breakfast table; you'd need it if you wanted to stay awake through the morning. Younghyun looked as collected as usual, chuckling at you as you grabbed a third cup of coffee while he waited for you by the door. "Ready now?" You nodded quickly as you took a sip, following him down the hallway.

You and he decided to split up and meet again at lunch, so you each could network with as many people as possible. That worked well, kept you focused on work, and you were proud of yourself and the articulation you were able to keep. You sat through some talks, made small talk with lots of people, and lunchtime rolled around soon enough. You found Younghyun and took the empty chair next to him with an exasperated sigh.

"Okay, I'm getting burned out with all this business talk," you whispered in his ear as you sat down, making him chuckle as he took a drink of water.

"I know what you mean, I'm sick of this fake-nice crap. I wanna get this suit off," he added, finger pulling at his tie. You wanted to get that suit off too...dammit. So much for work distracting you. "Almost done, just a few more hours." He patted your knee, just at the hemline of your skirt, and surprised you by keeping his hand there. A mild tension hung in the air and you glanced up at him. He smiled slightly, a playful spark in his gaze, and you gave a little smirk of your own, then he brought his hand back up to the table. The whole interaction took all of a few seconds, but you felt as though you had a whole silent conversation.

There were so many signs, so many clues, that told you Younghyun was into you. But you needed to hear it. You needed to really know. Besides, even if he was into you: how much? In what way? Did he just want to fuck you? Or was he interested in something more? Or maybe he just found you kind of attractive and that was all there really was to it. You couldn't say for sure at this point, and it was a delicate situation considering the fact that you worked together. You usually avoided workplace romances of any kind. And on top of that, he was the only one here with you. If he wasn't actually into you and you made a move, at the very least, it would make for an awkward rest of your trip.

But, you figured, these were bridges you would cross when you came to them. For now, you were still at this conference, and you needed to stay focused on work. You ate your salad with him, and your conversation was as comfortable as usual; he made you laugh, you felt at ease, and lunch was over much too soon.

You went back to listening to talks, small talk, networking, and other work things that kept you somewhat distracted, but in the back of your mind you couldn't stop thinking about when the conference would end and you'd get to spend time with Younghyun again.

When things started to wind down in the later afternoon, you felt your phone vibrating in your jacket pocket, so you shifted the papers in your hand and pulled it out to see Younghyun's name, calling you.

You giddily answered it, but composed yourself when you spoke.

"Hello?"

His sweet but warm voice met your ears with the most welcome words. "Ready to get out of here?"

"Yes please," you answered quickly, making him chuckle a bit.

"I'll meet you at the door we came in."

You gleefully made your way there, and felt a pang in your stomach when your gazes met. Younghyun looked so handsome still, even after all day at the conference. You were sure you didn't look nearly as good as you had in the morning. Your makeup was feeling heavy, your heels were hurting your feet, and you could feel your hair was certainly not in the tight, clean ponytail you'd started with. But he looked just the same.

"I'm gonna drop my stuff at my room," you told him as you both got into to the elevator, pulling your hair tie out from your slightly disheveled hair, shaking it loose so it didn't look as bad. You noticed the way he watched you do this, but what you were a little too distracted to notice was the way he moved his notebook in front of his crotch to hide the slight tent that was forming. You really had no idea how much your presence affected him; you were way too busy worrying about yourself and how he affected you.

When you got off the elevator and to your rooms, you patted your pockets and a sudden realization hit you: you'd forgotten your hotel key card on your bed. "Oh, damn it."

"What's wrong?" Younghyun asked, sounding worried and stepping a bit closer.

"Oh nothing, I just forgot my key in there," you replied, gesturing to the door. "I guess I'll go talk to the front desk."

"Y/N, what are you talking about? Your room's connected to mine, remember?" Younghyun held up his hotel key card that he had in hand and raised his eyebrows. "Just come in to my room, you'll be able to get in."

Oh NO this is too perfect.

"O-okay, yeah, of course, I don't know why I didn't think of that," you chuckled, trying not to sounds too nervous, as Younghyun turned to unlock the door. He held it open for you politely, and you let yourself in. He clicked on a lamp and you stood near the door to your room for a moment and fiddled with your fingers while he let the front door close. "Well I guess I'll uh...I'll head into my room."

"Would you like to stay for a drink?" He said quickly, making you breathe an internal sigh of relief. So he did want you to stay, he wasn't just being polite.

"Okay, sure!" You answered, perhaps a little too spritely, and took a step away from the door.

"Go ahead and help yourself," he told you as he set all of his things aside, paperwork, pens, business cards he'd acquired, and the like, finally now on the back burner of his mind for the rest of the day.

You were happy to do the same, setting your things down on the wooden desk and grabbing a glass. Alcohol certainly crossed your mind, but with the way your throat was nervously parched, you quickly poured yourself a glass of water from the water bottle you'd been carrying around and downed that.

Younghyun made you jump slightly when he laughed, right at your side. "Sure you don't want anything else?" He reached around you and grabbed a glass of his own, standing extremely close to you and making an anxious blush rush through your veins, prickling your skin. Luckily he couldn't see your goosebumps under your maroon blazer.

"No, this is good," you replied, your voice pathetically weak.

"Okay..." You could hear the smirk in his voice, but were too scared to look into his eyes, even though you could tell he was looking intently at you. He was so close, you could feel the warmth of his body, smell the sweetness of his cologne, and you were worried if you looked up at him you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from kissing him right then and there, at the very least. You were also extremely aware of the damp state your panties were in under your skirt, and that situation was only getting worse with each passing moment. "Can I tell you something?" He asked suddenly, moving from your side, but staying close.

"Um, yeah, sure."

Your heart raced harder when you realized he was moving behind you. His hands gripped the edge of the table on either side of you, locking you in, his chest pressed to your back. Holy shit. "Y/N, I know...that you know...that I heard you last night." You swallowed hard and your heart was absolutely pounding. Younghyun brought his mouth closer to your ear, a quiet murmur that drove you completely crazy. He didn't sound corny, like some guys trying to sound overly sensual. He sounded confident but also slightly frustrated, and you realized what you were hearing was a confession. "But what I don't know...is if you heard me." Your stomach dropped and you felt a needy pang in your core. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? "Normally I wouldn't be so forward, but I heard you say my name. Also, I don't think it's any secret that we're both very attracted to each other, and have been for some time. Since it's our last night here, I thought I'd take the chance." You felt like you were dreaming, and looked at your glass, blinking a few times, just making sure that you weren't. You cleared your throat and did your best to stay as composed as him. You did vaguely feel his heart beating against you though, and it was quite strong. He was right, and you were grateful. No more beating around the bush, flirting and wondering how he felt. You let yourself fall into what you both wanted, and leaned back into his chest, your hand curving over one of his that held the table.

"I want you so bad, Younghyun," you admitted, finally. He sighed heavily, sounding relieved, and moved his hands to quickly grab your hips, pressing his hips forward, surprising you by letting you feel his hard-on against your ass. He must have been trying to hide that from you, but you wished he hadn't. Either way, you could feel it now, and it turned you on immensely, somehow more than you already were. You felt both wound-up and relaxed, anxiously anticipatory yet at ease in his grip.

"I've been waiting to hear you say that," Younghyun groaned in your ear, before pushing your hair aside to kiss up your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into his frame, rocking your hips back into his, wanting to finally feel how hard he got because of you. It'd been way too long since you'd gotten laid, and the fact your dry spell was being broken by Kang Younghyun felt like a misty dream. God, it felt good to feel his hard cock pressed against you; you were squirming in his grip now, arching your back and pushing back into him to get as close to him as you could, your body still pleasantly trapped between him and the wooden table. Younghyun trailed his hands up your chest to your shoulders, where he pulled at the neckline of your blouse to attach his lips to your skin, leaving frantic, wet kisses there, so hot they made you melt. You grabbed one of his hands and brought it down to your skirt, and he readily followed your lead, abandoning your blouse to bring both hands to the hemline of your skirt. He was all over the place, not sure what to do next, as he wanted to be all over you at once. Your breathing was as heavy as his, and you didn't need to talk to get him to understand what you wanted. Younghyun's strong hands gripped your skirt and pulled it up out of the way, a lust-filled groan escaping him as he groped your ass. He pushed a hand between your legs to rub you over your panties, and it felt so fucking good, but you were desperate, and you'd waited so long for him already.

"Please just fuck me. We have all night to do anything else, but please, right now, just fuck me." You whimpered needily, your hips grinding down on his hand. Younghyun groaned again in your ear, then left a wet kiss behind it.

"God, you're so hot." You heard him sigh as his hands left your body, but he didn't go far; his belt jingled behind you as he got his hard cock out. This was not how you anticipated your first night with him going, but you were so happy it was happening at all, that you couldn't find it in yourself to care. He tossed his dark, leather wallet onto the table in front of you and you heard a crinkling that you guessed was a condom wrapper behind you. While he worked on putting that on, you shimmied your panties down your thighs and hiked up your skirt, then felt Younghyun pressing you back against the ledge of the desk. The wood dug into your thighs but it was worth it if he would keep his body close to yours.

You reached a hand over your head to pull his head closer to yours and craned your neck to meet your lips with his. You both sighed and took a moment to lose yourself in this kiss, the first real kiss you'd shared, and your mind was void of any thoughts but him. A part of you absentmindedly thought that even if this night hadn't gone any further than kissing, you could have been content with that, but you were quickly reminded of how badly you wanted to sleep with him when you felt his dick rubbing through your slit. "So wet..." he noted softly.

"From spending the day around you," you quipped with a smirk, turning your head to look back at him. He smiled back at you then leaned back a bit to watch his length start to sink into you. You hadn't gotten to see his dick so you didn't realize how thick he was before he started to push into you, and the stretch made you groan and grip his hand that was stretched around your middle.

"Oh my God..."

"Don't worry, I'll go slow," Younghyun said. That made you think that he must be quite aware of his size and used to his partners needing a bit to get used to accommodating him. He kept his promise, holding you close and moving slowly, back and forth, a little further in every time, until he was finally fully inside you. He stilled and you felt your pussy clench, this stretch being exactly what it, what you, needed. Younghyun was breathing heavily in your ear, and you knew your breaths were coming out similarly.

You turned your head and kissed him again, letting your tongue lap lightly at his lip this time, and he responded by pressing his tongue between your lips lithely. He pulled his hips back, dragging his cock nearly all the way out, then shoved back in, in a thrust that had you both groaning into each other's mouths. He just kept going, quickly fucking you at a steady pace, not spending much more time on foreplay, especially since you were both so worked up and you'd already practically begged him to fuck you first. You wanted to keep kissing him but it was uncomfortable to keep twisting around and you really didn't want him to stop fucking you, and god was it hot to have him taking you from behind like this. So you turned back around to face the wall, but his lips didn't leave your skin and stayed glued to your neck. You briefly imagined the table in front of you was his desk, at work. How hot it would be to fuck him in your office where you spent every day together, where your coworkers would continue to work, oblivious to any sexual escapades you may have gotten into.

"God you take it well," Younghyun groaned before leaning forward and pressing his hand to the desk for leverage. "I could fuck you all night, baby." Oh god, pet names! You were simply melting now.

"That's the goal."

Younghyun chuckled darkly and fucked into you particularly hard, making you stutter out a few curses. "Oh is it? Tell me, what else did you have in mind?" Younghyun pulled you back so you were flush against him and made the table clank against the wall with every hard thrust. Normally you'd be worried about the noise, but you knew there was no one on the other side of that wall because it lead to your room. You were in complete bliss, finally getting filled to the brim, having a warm body to fuck rather than your own fingers or toys, and having it be your biggest crush in the world wasn't half bad either.

Your mind flickered through the various fantasies, your go-to thoughts, the things you'd imagined doing with him, and the possibilities this particular situation offered. But no matter what you thought of, you couldn't think of a way to say it aloud, especially when you were so distracted otherwise. So instead you decided to show him. You placed a hand on his thigh to get him to pause, and he followed what you silently asked. You moved so he pulled out of you, then turned around and sunk to your knees, watching his expression change as you pushed his shirt up more and wrapped your hand around his thick cock. "Fuck..." he sighed as your hand jerked him so well, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. Your gaze came down to where your hand was and you finally got a good look at his dick. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't tried to picture what he looked like before, but you had to admit that reality was better than your imagination. Or maybe you were just so enormously turned on that it felt that way. Either way, your mouth watered at the sight and you couldn't resist wrapping your lips around it. You held the base and let it rest heavily on your tongue, just letting your lips suck on the tip like a sweet lollipop. Your head was spinning; you still couldn't believe you were doing this. You actually had Younghyun's dick in your mouth, and the thought alone was driving you wild. When you felt how warm and velvety soft his skin was under your touch, but also the way his veins throbbed and cock twitched and stiffened more, you couldn't hold back the muffled, whimpery moans you let out. "You are so amazing, Y/N" Younghyun praised, a hand on your chin to get you to look up at him. You gave him your best innocent puppy dog eyes while you cheeked his tip, and drank in his lust-filled expression, internally beaming at his praises. Your pussy was throbbing for more attention, but you did your best to ignore that for now. You knew you'd get your turn and you wanted to make him feel good. "Your mouth feels so good, baby," he sighed, thumb caressing your cheek that hollowed as you sucked over him.

"You're so hard..."

"Oh, fuck," Younghyun moaned when you let your tongue play around his sensitive tip. "Alright, come here," he said suddenly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. He smiled at you and kissed you, one hand gently holding your face and the other grabbing your ass. He made you feel so wanted, which was something you'd been craving for awhile.

You followed him to the bed and he pulled you in to straddle him as he sat on the edge, your black skirt again bunching at your waist. He brought his lips up to yours and kissed you feverishly, pushing your blazer off your shoulders and unbuttoning your shirt while you yanked at his tie to loosen it. You tasted the cool freshness of mint on his breath and easily fell into his soft, plush lips. The warmth of arms encircling you was something you hadn't felt in awhile and you hadn't realized just how much you'd missed it. Younghyun brought both his hands up to hold your face, one thumb gently stroking over your cheek, and the small action made your heart ache.

"Take this off," he said suddenly, pulling at the short zipper on the side of your skirt. You stood up and eagerly removed the garment, and he pushed at the waistband of your panties as well, leaving your entire lower half bare. Younghyun wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in, whisking you in a way that made you giggle. "Here, c'mon..." He laid back and positioned you above him, a couple of beckoning fingers drawing you in, and you realized then that he wanted you to sit on his face. Fuuuck.

You were a bit unsure, but the way his hands stroked soothingly over your thighs helped immensely, and he soon brought his lips up to your pussy, making you relax into pleasure as he sucked on your clit. He hummed approvingly against you, then pulled your hips down further so he didn't have to strain his neck to reach you. Within seconds he had your legs quaking, his tongue flickering teasingly through your slit. You were incredibly wet by now, the almost embarrassingly slick mess that had been hidden under your skirt now dripping down your thighs and onto his chin. His tongue slid so easily through you and he eagerly lapped at it, then angled your hips so he could latch back onto your clit. "God, that's fucking good," you moaned, one hand coming down to push through his hair, the other steadying yourself against the mattress.

A thunderous groan rumbled through him, and your words emboldened him even more. He gripped your thighs and wriggled his tongue into you, your mind going back to the way it felt to be filled with his dick. Your climax started approaching, but you didn't want to reach it, not just yet. You knew how tired you would be if you hit it now and you wanted to keep this going for as long as possible. But at the same time, everything he was doing to you felt so amazing, you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. While your brain told you to move away, your body's impulses won out and you stayed put until you were falling over the edge. "Oh God, Younghyun, right there, please, fuck!" Your head rolled back and your orgasm rattled through your body, seeping into every part of you, and all you could do was call out his name. Barely able to hold yourself up on your legs of jelly that were shaking at either side of his head, Younghyun held you strongly above his face in his secure arms. One of his hands grabbed your ass and he groaned again, the sound sending aftershock shivers up your spine, and he laved his tongue through your sensitive pussy, ending at your clit, which felt like a live wire.

"God, I've been wanting to do that for so long," Younghyun chuckled breathlessly as you fell onto the bed next to him. You glanced over to see his chest heaving almost as much as yours.

"Really?" For some reason, even after all the lewd things you'd just done, that was the thing that made you blush. It felt indescribably liberating to realize that he liked you just as much as you liked him.

Younghyun turned his head to look at you and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve. "You sound surprised," he quipped with a smirk that made your heart do a little tap dance in your chest. You laid on your stomach and rested your head in your hands.

"Guess I just wasn't expecting you to feel that way...about me. It's kind of strange to think anyone could feel that way about me."

Younghyun turned to look you in the eye, a satisfied warmth in them. "Well, I definitely do. And I have for quite awhile."

Ugh, all of that made you want him all over again. You sat up and crawled across the bed and you leaned down to run your hands through his collar and kiss him, with a newfound passion and confidence. That confidence you'd tried so hard to fake at the airport now felt realized and you no longer needed to fake it, at least not around him.

There was one thing that came to you though, in this moment of clarity. "How did you know my side of the door would be unlocked?" You were thinking back to when you first got back to his room; you wouldn't have been able to get into your room through his unless the door was unlocked from your side too.

"Hm? Oh, that," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't. I just thought it would help get your butt in here." You both laughed at that, and you blushed, knowing he was right. "You've been way too shy this whole trip, I knew I needed some excuse to ask you to come in. Guess it's lucky you're forgetful."

"And what if I hadn't forgotten my key?" You asked with a smirk.

"Hmm I would have...probably sat in here for an hour trying to think of something to say to get you here. Or get me there," he added on, pointing toward your room. Damn, he really was interested in you. You knew it, but things like that really got it through your doubtful skull, and it was comforting somehow. It also made you feel so wanted, and that stirred something within you. Your hands pushed through the fabric of his shirt and you remembered he hadn't cum yet. That was something you were dying to see, and if you could be a reason Younghyun was receiving that kind of pleasure, you would be in undeniable bliss. So you leaned in to kiss him again, more passionately this time.

"You're wearing way too many clothes," you whispered against his lips with a smile, and he smiled in return.

"I think you're right."

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December 17: Mittens - YoungK

“But oppa,” You complain, “I wanna touch you.”

Your partner loved to tease, and he knew how much you loved to touch him when he is this close to you. The cuffs he brought home had hand-coverings attached, basically leather mittens, rendering your hands useless, and leaving you at his mercy.

“You’ll get your turn,” He replies, “But I want you screaming first.”

All you can do is watch, as Younghyun’s fingertips trail down your bare stomach to your hips, and you try your hardest to keep your complaining to a minimum. You know that he will stay true to his words, and relinquish control once he is - and you are - satisfied.

“Please,” You beg, toes curling as you try to stay still, “Don’t tease me, come on.”

He smirks up at you, before leaning down to press soft kisses up the inside of your thighs, and you squeeze your eyes shut in preparation for what is to come.

You.

You will be… many, many times.

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Stray puppy

Kang Younghyun x g/n reader

Word count: 0.8k

Genre: Fluff

Warning: cringy babytalk, awkward conversations

Author note: finally done with this! The writing is probably bad since English isn't my 1st language but I hope it's cute. Also this is my first fanfic where I'm writing y/n as a 2nd person instead of 3rd person, so feedback about my writing would be appreciated.

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Younghyun thanked the barista for his iced Americano before paying and left the counter heading towards the door. He took a few sips as the cold breeze hit his face while walking to the JYP building. Winter was coming and he was embracing the change. Just as he was about to pass the alleyway in his route he heard a voice. Someone was baby-talking and cooing. He scrunched up his face hearing some of the things being said before smiling.

"Aww look at you, I knew you were hungry-wungry, sorry I came a bit late. That old lady at the cafe was extra cranky at me today for messing up the coffee orders earlier, but it's okay. As long as you have some food in your tummy it's alright."

He turned to inspect the alley and found you in the apron of the cafe he just visited, kneeling down on the ground next to a roughened up pup, happily wagging her tail while eating what seemed to be some leftovers from the cafe. Younghyun walked closer, his footsteps prompted you to look up, wide eyed at recognition. He knows you, you were the cute barista he had seen working at the cafe and you took his orders a couple of times.

“Oh, hi there” you said timidly as you rose to your feet, staring at Younghyun a bit stunned to see him there. The truth is, you have always had a crush on Younghyun from afar, and even took his orders to know his name. “Hello uhm Y/N” Younghyun greeted you awkwardly as he glanced at your name tag. "Yeah that's me" you replied, fidgeting with your hands not knowing what to do next. "Younghyun, right?" You asked to fill the awkward silence and he nodded with a smile as confirmation.

The puppy, noticing Younghyun, ran up to him wagging her tail, barking up at him and jumping around for attention. "Well hello there little guy" he cooed and kneeled down to the ground, placing his coffee cup next to him as he reached out to pet the pup. You were still standing as you were, looking at the pair a bit too fondly for having just met properly. Younghyun looked up at you, “Do you take care of him often?” he asked, tilting his head looking at you. “Well it’s a she, and yeah at least once a day after my shift at the cafe.” you stated as casually as you could as you kept fidgeting. Younghyun nodded thoughtfully and picked up the puppy in his hands, the pup seemed surprisingly clm with the situation. “Wouldn’t it be better to take her in as your own dog? I mean by the looks of it the pup is an orphan and the streets are pretty dangerous for her.” he asked while he looked at her, he got up on his feet and looked at you. Your shoulders slumped at that thought. Heck, even you knew that, but living in a rented studio with a shitty landlord, even imagining taking care of a pet on low wage was difficult. “As much as I’d like to do that though, my landlord is kind of a douche when it comes to pets, also I don’t think I can afford to keep one full time”.

Younghyun frowned at the thought of that, but suddenly came up with an idea. “What if I adopt her? That way she can be safe and get some proper care she needed” he spoke excitedly and that had you dumbfounded. It did make you happy that he would offer that, but also sad that you would not see the puppy again. Younghyun noticed your silence and added, “you can come over at my place to visit sometimes”. Now this really shocked you “What??” you spoke up with a higher pitch in your voice, to which Younghyun raised the puppy in between you two and said “The puppy, you can come over to visit the puppy”. The puppy barked as if in agreement. “Oh, that, yeah that sounds great” you said with an awkward chuckle. “Great, is it okay if we exchanged numbers for this? Only if you’re comfortable” he asked, shifting the puppy into his other hand to retrieve his phone. "Uh yeah sure I guess" you hesitated a bit but gave in considering this is the best excuse you will ever get to get his number.

"Well, I'll see you around Y/N" he said, raising the puppy like a toast and picking his cup up from the ground. "I'll see you too, Younghyun." you spoke as you lightly waved your hand as he left. Younghyun changed his route and headed towards the dorm to drop off the pup with his bandmates, and a smile grew on his face thinking about you.

[kiri-ah]

Fly Me To The Moon k.yh

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A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this drabble for a while now, it’s been on my “to write” list for a hot second. I’m happy to finally get it into the world. For best experience please listen to Brian’s cover of Fly Me To The Moon here!

Maybe moving to this tiny town for college wasn’t so bad. Everything is situated around the campus, so you can get everything you need quickly. You share a dorm with two girls, but you don’t see them much. That’s fine. If they want to be out with their toys all the time and never study or come home, that’s on them. There’s one other reason why you like being alone. Him. He comes underneath your window every night and sings to you. He’s never even spoken, just shows up at 9 PM and sings. If you have all of your lights off and the window closed, he doesn’t make any noise at all. It’s very considerate of him, really. Sort of gentlemanly. 

Most nights he sings songs about love and pining and such. You don’t know most of them, actually, and more than once you’ve wondered if he writes them himself. Tonight comes a song that you recognize from your Grandpa’s playlist. Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra. His voice comes, warm and smooth, and you feel yourself relax. When he gets to the trumpet solo, you hear the clear notes flat up through the air and you wonder with some shock if he can play trumpet too. It sounds slightly off though. After all this time, your curiosity gets the better of you. You stick your head out the second-story window and look down.

Below you stands a man with short brown hair, eyes closed as he moves his mouth, no trumpet in sight. You realize that he’s making the trumpet sounds with his voice. He looks utterly focused and at the same time utterly relaxed; happy. 

He sings the chorus one last time and holds the last notes for an eternity, it seems. When it finally fades into the air, his eyes open and he looks up at your window. He seems surprised when he sees you there. You suppose that makes sense, since you’ve never looked out at him before. You smile. 

“Y/N?” he calls up. “I’m Brian, I’m in your art history class. I sort of have a really big crush on you, and I was wondering if you would go on a date some time? Maybe?” He smiles, hopeful, and you grin back. 

“Sure, Brian from art history. Let’s go on a date some time. Here, let me give you my number.” You make a paper airplane and write your contact information on it, then toss it down to him. It miraculously flies right to him and he snatches it from the air.

“Great! I’ll text you!” He waves and walks to a car parked on the street. You watch him drive away as you hum to yourself. 

Fly me to the moon

And let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars

@kunrengui​

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brontide

pairing: kang younghyun (young k/brian) x reader genre: angst word count: 668

Younghyun should’ve known something was wrong when you no longer greeted him when he came home to your shared apartment after a busy day. It started a few days ago. The first time it happened, he had gotten back around midnight. Younghyun told you not to wait up for him, but part of him still hoped that you did. For some reason, he couldn’t help but feel selfish when it comes to you. 

“Yn! I’m home.” Younghyun smiled, kicking off his shoes at the front door, eagerly waiting for your voice to call back to him or for you to jump from the sofa with drowsiness evident in your eyes. His smile fell when he was met with nothing but silence, lights off and darkness engulfing every crevice of the apartment. But he only sighed, thinking he would try again tomorrow. 

He never lost his habit of calling out to you the second he walks past the threshold, always waiting for your reply with an expectant smile; a reply that never came, and will possibly never come again. 

The final straw for you, however, came a few weeks ago. You were dressed up in your best outfit for a date that never showed. Embarrassing couldn’t even begin to describe the experience of waiting over three hours in the most expensive restaurant in the city, multiple waiters asking if you were going to order soon, the looks of pity the other customers gave you. They thought you couldn’t hear their harsh whispers—maybe they meant well, but you knew better than to believe that. You canceled every meeting you had for the day, much to the dismay of your boss, but it was fine. Especially if it meant that you would actually be there for him, maybe he’d be there for you too. You thought this day would be the exception, your anniversary, that you would finally show up for one another.  

You went home that day alone and emotionally exhausted, wanting to crash into your bed and finally relax, only to find your boyfriend asleep on the couch. 

“Please,” Younghyun pleaded that following morning, grabbing onto your wrist as you turned to exit the apartment, “don’t leave.”

You couldn’t break up with him, not when you saw the tears streaming down his face or felt the tightness of his grip. Reluctantly, you nodded. Both of you weathered tougher storms than this. You were going to forgive him, even if you had to force yourself to. 

But the cracks in your relationship revealed itself months before that night, when both of you began choosing everything else but the other person. You had a report to finish writing. He had a song to finish composing. Your best friend wanted to hang out this afternoon. He was going out with his bandmates. Maybe tomorrow, what about next weekend? Dates were pushed further and further back until neither of you bothered to follow up on it. But you loved each other, surely that must be enough? 

Younghyun entered your apartment drenched from the rain. The weather report from this morning warned him about heavy rain, but he didn’t bother bringing an umbrella—especially when the sun shined so brightly that afternoon. All he wanted now a warm shower and to have you in his arms. He found you in your bedroom, sleeping soundly on your side of the bed. A smile tugs at his mouth at the sight of you at peace, moving to lie down beside you. The rain had only fallen harder since his arrival, in the distance a crackling sound threatened to rattle your peaceful slumber and quick flashes of light momentarily lit up the room through the windows. Younghyun wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, but you subconsciously moved away—retreating to the edge of the bed. 

It was only then he knew a storm was coming, and he was unsure if it was the kind the both of you could get past. 

brontide (n.) — the low rumble of distant thunder

part of the lover’s dictionary

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Yellow Umbrella → Kang Younghyun

↳  Pairing: Brian/Younghyun x Reader

↳  Word count: 697

↳ Notice: Based on How I Met Your Mother. Can/Will count as spoilers for the show!

⁙  Summary: Standing on a train platform in the rain under your yellow umbrella, your life changes forever.

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Over the years, your yellow umbrella had taken quite an adventure throughout the world. You thought you had lost it forever ago when you were living in Toronto, having forgotten it in your drunken haze, dragged to some club for St. Patrick's day by one of your friends. It was gone for months until it mysteriously reappeared in your apartment around Christmas almost two years later. 

While it wasn't uncommon for you to misplace things, it was strange how your silly bright yellow umbrella had managed to disappear and reappear in your life like that. After moving to Seoul, you had finally managed to keep it with you, now a prized possession and kept close to you at all times. 

You knew in your heart that this umbrella would maybe lead to your own adventure, where the bright yellow waterproof barrier maybe wouldn't leave you behind. So you kept it. 

It had all come to a head when you were standing on a nearly deserted train platform one night, violin case in hand. The rain was plummeting from the sky in thick, heavy drops. You stood underneath your trusty yellow umbrella, listening and watching the tracks for the lights of the train that would take you home. You had enough of drama-filled gigs, deciding to finally resign yourself to joining an orchestra. So much for your solo career.

"Hi there," the timid voice brought you back to the present world, watching a tall man with high cheekbones and a sheepish smile getting pelted with the rain. His red hair was soaked against his face, and you thought he may have been rushing through the storm for a while.

"Oh," you quickly lifted your umbrella in a silent offer. He quickly took it, joining you under its protection and holding the umbrella above you so he could stand up straight. "Hi there, I hope you don't catch a cold!" 

"I think you might have just saved me from one," he laughed, adjusting the way he was standing to give you personal space. As you observed him through the dark, you noticed he had a guitar case strapped to his back. "I liked your performance." 

You blushed. "You saw that? I feel really embarrassed about playing the violin for nine hours in a dead coffee shop," 

"Everyone starts somewhere," he said, smiling down at you. "You're talented." 

"Thank you,'' you had barely known this man for five minutes and he is already making your heart beat rapidly, but your eyebrows furrow in confusion when his smile fades to something akin to realization. 

"Wait a second," he says softly. "This is my umbrella!"

"What? No way, it's mine, I remember buying it!" You begin to laugh, but you quiet down when he shakes his head.

"I left this at my ex's place before I moved to Seoul!" 

Your smile fades a little. "Wait, what?"

"Y-yeah! See, these are my initials on the handle. KY for Kang Younghyun." He pointed to his side of the umbrella, the label pasted on clear as day. 

"But here are mine, (Letter) (Letter) for (Y/N) (L/N). I lived in Toronto up until two years ago." You're looking up at him with your finger on your own label when the epiphany also dawns on him. "Although, I did lose it for a while," 

"At a dance club on St. Patrick's Day… that's where I found it!" He beams at you, realizing the amazing chance that this all could happen. "You're Jessica's roommate," his voice is soft, memories coming back to him. There's something in his eyes. As if he had found something he had spent his entire life searching for.

"Yeah, I… I left it there," 

"And you never thought you'd see it again," Younghyun said softly, his tone nearly like a guess, looking you right in the eyes. 

"I never thought I'd see it again," you repeated. A thought entered your head as you both looked at each other, "funny how… you just… find things." 

Younghyun listened to you, and it took a few seconds before he spoke again. He took in a deep breath and smiled shyly, "hi," 

You giggled quietly. "Hi."

[dowoonie-namjoonie]

Day6 When They Fell For You

A/N: This is just for fun, I don't own these gifs or these people. We love Day6 for their talents and such... I feel like this is shitty, but I'm having fun!

Warning: Drinking and minor language.

Jae:

At your and Jae's wedding.

His vows were about how both of you crackheads met.

Around four years ago Jae went to this launch party for JYP.

You, fortunately enough, knew all the right people.

So you got an invite to this momentous party.

Momentous is an overstatement.

Of course, the party was absolutely boring.

Considering the only things to do was eat, drink, and sway to the music.

Although you were there to drool over hot guys.

Anywho, the night was so boring you took matters into your own hands.

Going over to the free bar, you grabbed as many drinks as your person could hold.

You even snuck full bottles of wine and such too...

All while Jae watched you do this.

From the other side of the party hall was Jae.

He stood tall above all of the other bandmates.

More importantly, he was utterly tired of this party.

When he saw you take all that alcohol, he knew something big was coming.

Indeed something was.

By the end of the night, you were on top of a table scream-singing Who's Your Mama by JYP himself.

The table you were standing on, by the way, was where JYP (and all the executives) were sitting.

Most people were enraged by your drunken outburst, this was a "sophisticated" party.

Sophisticated my ass

The only person who'd been laughing, enjoying you was Jae.

He couldn't help but take notice of you in general.

You were everything he wanted in a girl, short, petite, and along the lines of crackhead energy.

There was just something about you completely embarrassing yourself while drunk that made Jae swoon for you.

The vibe you were giving to him never felt better.

Although all good things must come to an end.

Security guards escorted you out, but not without a fight.

Eventually, they got you out of the venue, Jae following close behind.

Jae just wanted to make sure you were actually okay.

When he saw you outside, sitting on the ground, head against a wall.

He realized you were too drunk to walk home.

This sweet, tall, chicken boy totally took care of you.

Taking you back to his small apartment, getting you water and food, and making sure you had a place for the night.

If it wasn't for him, you would probably end up dead in a ditch.

From that day forward, Jae was determined to make you his all because of your drunk ass.

Four years later, and you're married to the Chicken.

Sungjin:

You and Sungjin have been friends for a hell of a long time.

Even before he became a trainee.

Both of you met in high school, in a music class specifically.

Ironically, you were too good at music.

Especially the part where your teacher made you sing for a grade.

Everything about your singing voice was flawed.

Your pitch was off.

Your bridges tended to fall, metophorically and phsically.

You just couldn't sing.

Long story short, Sungjin helped you with the project.

And from that unfortunate project, bloomed a long-lasting friendship.

So you thought.

A few years later...

Sungjin was now a proper musician.

Not shocking, he has brilliant talent.

You worked as a teacher.

For the sole reason you thought teachers sucked, so you wanted to prove that not all of them do.

Both you and he shared an apartment based on the closeness you had.

Sungjin performed anywhere he got the chance.

He loved his job singing and playing the guitar to songs he wrote and covers.

That boy is living his dream.

However...

With a dream, there must be an obstacle.

One night after performing at a music festival, someone had come up to him dissing his singing.

Practically telling him he's the equal of singing garbage.

SO!

When he came home that night, he was in the worst mood imaginable.

You'd never expect him to be so insecure, but he was.

One hate comment had him rethinking his career choices.

Obviously, you saw the glum face.

When you asked him what's wrong he shrugged you off, saying it was nothing.

You knew better than that. You knew him too well.

After a few minutes of annoying the shit out of him, he combusted.

He told you everything.

Your first reaction to this was to kill the guy who said this to him, but I digress.

Sungin went in a febrile, frenzy about how he nothing when it came to singing.

It broke your heart to see him like this.

You said what he needed to hear.

"You're a dumbass."

After that comment, you went into a whole rant about how talented he actually is.

Listing everything he's done to get to this point in life.

Sungjin, nonetheless, was taken aback by you.

He probably wasn't expecting your crazy ass to go off on him like that.

More importantly, your crazy ass proved that you believed in him.

At that moment, Sungjin's heart started to pound at your rant.

God, he hadn't realized it before, but you cared so damn much about him.

You believed in him.

Something took over Sungjin.

Next moment you were yelling at him for thinking lesser of his talents.

The other you were silent.

Sungjin had pulled you in for a suave kiss.

He didn't even realize he did it either.

Both of you were equally as shocked as each other.

That was the day your friendship had come crumbling down...

Younghyun:

You found Kang Younghyun immensely annoying.

And so freaking good looking.

You'd first met him in your Intro to Marketing class.

Anytime the teacher asked a question he'd raise his hand first, begging to get called on.

He definitely kissed the teacher's ass.

From day one, he would talk all the time.

Majority of the time, distracting you from the lesson on the board.

Goodness, he messed with you all the time too.

Passing notes in class to say you stunk or throwing stuff at you in class.

To say the least, you did not consider him your friend.

Even the school acknowledged that you were enemies.

In your class, he was always the top score, and you right below in second place.

You don't know why he started to pick on you.

Never understood it.

Brian, on other hand, had a different reason.

Most definitely, he didn't consider you to be a bitch.

Or even smelly.

Brian only made fun of you because he likes you.

Secretly.

It all started during freshman orientation for your college.

All those months ago, you used to be nervous about the intimidating college.

Younghyun saw you from afar.

You looked so small, in need of help.

Yet, a look of daring, confidence in your eyes.

The student council of the college decided to plan some games for the freshmen coming in.

Younghyun and you were assigned to the same group.

The whole time, his eyes were on you, feeling attracted to you.

The first game you had to do was a scavenger hunt.

You quickly became friends with some girl, going along with her.

The second game was a talent circle.

Brian sang, of course, and you sat and watched.

You didn't have a particular talent.

Then, the night winded down.

The third, and final game, was a chatting session.

All of the people in your group ate and drank together.

Together just having a bash.

Brian couldn't help it.

He had his eyes on you the whole night.

What kicked him into high gear was your laugh.

Some goofball in the group had told this story about how he shit his pants at an amusement park.

Jesus, it was such a funny story snot was shooting out of your nose.

Brian noticed the way you laughed, you didn't cover your mouth.

You didn't care what anyone thought of you.

You just let yourself have fun.

You were just his type.

Wonpil:

Weird story?

Both of you don't know each other.

One could say both of you believe in love at first sight.

I digress.

Even if you didn't know each other, both of you had something in common.

JYP Entertainment employed both of you.

Wonpil a member of Day6 being the keyboard synthesizer.

You were a girl group trainee.

Neither of you came into contact that much.

Occasionally, you'd pass by each other but wouldn't give it much thought.

Until one day...

Finally, today was the last trial before your debut.

A period of assurance that your group was good enough.

It played out like it always did, your group danced to a cover then feedback would follow.

Unfourtantly, the spotlight on you.

The officials at JYP didn't think your dancing was what it takes to be an idol.

Everyone else in your group was fine.

You weren't good enough.

Every word that came out of the judge's mouth, broke your heart.

That meant you had to stay as a trainee for even longer.

Once everyone had left the room, you broke.

Completely.

On the ground crying and everything.

It felt like, all your hard work was for nothing.

Wonpil just got done practice for a new Day6 comeback.

He was walking down the hallways of JYP's building, getting ready to eat lunch with Dowoon.

However, he was stopped.

Stopped with the sound of sobbing.

Wonpil's a nice guy, he hates to see people sad, even if he doesn't know them.

Investigating the noise he saw you.

In one of the many dance practice rooms on the ground.

At first, he thought you were in pain, quickly rushing over to you.

Then he realized you weren't

Wonpil comforted you, even if you didn't know each other.

Somehow he got the truth out of you.

His advice was good.

He told you to fight for what you loved to do.

Maybe his advice was good because he was a trainee himself before.

After you finally calmed down, Wonpil had offered you to come to dinner with him.

You accepted the offer. Becoming friends with him that day forward.

A week went by after the incident.

Wonpil, once again, was getting ready to go to dinner.

He heard loud noises.

This time it was music.

Making his way to the dance practice room, he saw you.

Going through practiced choreography

Wonpil smiled to himself, happy you didn't give up on your dream.

You looked headstrong as you danced in front of the mirror.

Determined to prove the judges wrong.

Well

There was nothing Wonpil liked more than a girl sure about her future.

Luckily he snagged your number at dinner last week.

Dowoon:

This kid is shy as hell.

It was hard for you not to fall for him first.

At last, you did not.

Like Sungjin

You guys met in high school.

Imagine Dowoon in a uniform, I'm crying🙃!

Dowoon was the quiet kid in class, he didn't get much attention for that.

You, on the other hand, were the loudest kid in class.

Constantly, you were talking and telling jokes.

Even poking fun at the teachers.

You're the life of the class.

Dowoon and you were polar opposites.

Interestingly enough, he began to like you.

Class was normal.

No one paid attention.

At the end of class was when it got interesting.

The teachers assigned students to stay after and clean up.

You and Dowoon were spontaneously picked.

Neither of you cared frankly.

After class.

Dowoon was silent, per usual, cleaning the desks off.

You were mopping the floors.

Every minute, you would throw glances in his direction.

Odd, that he didn't talk much.

You assumed he wasn't going to start a conversation.

So, you took matters into your own hands.

"What's your name?"

That was rather loud.

He replied in a near whisper.

You noticed his ears were read just by one question.

You giggled at his cuteness.

For the rest of the cleaning session, you talked his ear off.

Barely any words or sentences came out of his mouth.

You were worried, however.

You felt bad that you were talking too much.

Easily getting embarrassed.

"Sorry..."

"No, no...I don't mind."

Dowoon enjoyed the fact you talked his ear off.

Usually, kids in their class avoided him.

But you

You didn't mind talking to him.

[pilliepollie]

10:06 am

Your legs feel heavy, perhaps it was because of your workout yesterday? You slowly lift your eyes, still full of sleepiness. Beams of sunlight between the window curtains shine down on your bed. *Hmm? What’s this?* you thought to yourself. You lift your head up to see a black haired figure laying on your stomach. “Mmo wure amake,” says your boyfriend saying “Oh your awake” muffled by his face being shoved into your blanket covered self. 

“Younghyun you’re squishy meee,” attempting to push him to the side of the bed. He doesn’t budge, in fact, he clings onto you harder, arms tightly wrapping your waist like a koala clinging onto a tree. “Mmmm nooooo,” he protested still hiding his face in your stomach. You haven’t even seen his face today yet now you’re struggling to get him off of you.

 “Babe come on you can be clingy once I go brush my teeth.” Younghyun finally lifts his head up just to give you a kiss, his hair looking wildly untamed, “Fine but only if I get to you hug you while you do that,” he says pouting, too cute not to say no to making you chuckle.

 “Alright,” caressing his hair softly. “Now tell me why you’re acting so clingy today hmm?” Your boyfriend lays his head back down to your stomach hiding his blushing face. “I’m hard.” Pulling you closer so you could feel his hard on.

“:O”

“Babe you were being so cute why’d you have to ruin it.”

[thealexalcala]

Part 59 : Fox prince gumiho

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Sweet Chaos

Youngk x Yn

Music. That is about the only thing Brian Kang and YN YLN have in common. And frankly, she has no interest in learning more about the boy she has deemed Mr. Perfect. Fate, however, does not seem to be in her favor when she finds they have been assigned to write and produce together. It can only lead to sweet chaos.

*times and dates do matter*

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[flurrys-creativity]

Cocoa kisses

Pairing: Kang Younghyun (Day6) x Reader; Genre: Slice of life, Romance, Fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: spoiler alert: they kiss.. they are a little awkward but cute; Wordcount: 1.218; Event: Winter Hearts from kdiarynet; Prompt: Number 8 - “Hot cocoa kisses”

Summary: The best thing about the cold season were your little hot chocolate dates with Younghyun. You called those meetings dates, quietly dreaming of something more than just being friends. You had no idea he secretly called them dates as well, having the same feelings as you.

You checked your appearance in the mirror once more, making sure that even the simplest strand of hair was in place. You even made different expressions, trying different faces and possible reactions you could make during a conversation.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You always felt like that before a date with Younghyun. Well date maybe wasn’t the right word since you weren’t dating or in a relationship. Younghyun and you were simple friends though you had wished for more for some time now.

You had the biggest crush on Younghyun but you were too scared to say something, not wanting to lose the friendship you had with him.

Still the both of you regularly met for drinks. Sometimes late at night in bars, sometimes early in the morning for some coffee, orange juice and breakfast, and this time in a café for a hot beverage or two - and maybe a slice of cake.

When the doorbell rang suddenly, your eyes widened in surprise, quickly glancing at the clock on the wall.

Younghyun had arrived earlier than usual. He stood in front of your door, stepping from one foot to the other, and nervously played with his fingers. 

“Hey”, you smiled upon opening the door.

“Hey.”

Your eyes quickly roamed over his outfit, noticing the open trench coat over a blue turtleneck pullover and simple jeans. Your mind immediately wandered to scenarios, where you would snuggle up to him or sit on a couch, cuddling with him. You quickly shook your head to get rid of those thoughts before you smiled again. “I’ll just get my shoes and jacket and then I’m ready to go.”

Younghyun nodded. He watched you grabbing your stuff and stepped aside once you came back to the front door. “Ready?” He asked and held a hand out for you.

“Yes”, you whispered and took his hand, your heartbeat speeding up while your breathing almost stilled.

He didn’t let go of your hand during the whole walk, telling you about his day and other things. He made you laugh more than once and grinned even wider whenever he heard it.

Even when you reached the little café at the corner of a small street you held hands. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks when Younghyun pulled you along to the counter. You tried to distract yourself and looked around. 

The café was called ‘Café Time’ and you could see how the interior design had picked up the name as a theme. Everywhere hung different kinds of clocks, each one showcasing a different time. Even the pollsters and pillows had clock designs on them.

“Do you know what you would like to drink?” Younghyun asked you while leaning closer to your ear.

Your attention snapped to the huge blackboard hanging on the wall behind the counter. Between some drawings of clocks and hourglasses someone had neatly written the menu by hand. You scanned over the listed items until your eyes stopped at one offer. A small smile spread over your face and you nodded, glancing back to Younghyun.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Hello and welcome! What can I get you two?”

“A hot chocolate, please.” Both Younghyun and you said at the same time, smiling shyly when you realised.

“With whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles.” You added and averted your eyes to the ground, feeling the heat crawling up your neck and face.

“For me too.”

“Alright, coming right up! Do you want anything else?” The barista asked, already typing in what you ordered.

You shook your head silently and Younghyun declined as well.

The barista told you how much you both had to pay but before you could pull your wallet out of your purse, Younghyun stopped your movement and paid for both of you.

After that he guided you to a more secluded table, even pulling out the chair for you to sit on. 

“Now this really feels like a date”, you mumbled under your breath, trying to hold your hopes at bay.

You didn’t intend for Younghyun to hear it, but he did and immediately piped up, looking towards you with wide eyes. “You call our little meeting dates as well?”

“What?”

Younghyun stuttered a little, a blush creeping up his cheeks, while he searched for an excuse why he had said something like that.

“You too?” You whispered, staring expectantly at him. Your heartbeat sped up and almost knocked the air out of your lungs. Your muscles clenched and unclenched, anticipating something you couldn’t exactly name.

Before he could answer you, the barista appeared with your two hot chocolates and placed them on the table in front of you.

“So, uh”, Younghyun looked hesitantly up to you, once the barista had left again. “Would it be okay to call this an official date now?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded slowly. As soon as you saw Younghyun sigh in relief and grin brightly, you could feel the excitement rushing through your body.

This was now an official date. You were on a date with your long-time crush.

You smiled as well, taking your hot chocolate and nipping at it absentmindedly. Your head was still in the clouds and you felt as light as never before. Enough to not notice how hot the drink in your hand was, burning the tip of your tongue.

“Mhhm.” You quickly placed the cup back on the table and held your hand in front of your mouth while you pushed the tip of your tongue out between your lips.

“Are you alright?” Younghyun scooted closer to you with a concerned expression.

“Just burnt my tongue”, you told him, sounding quite funny with the muscle stuck out of your mouth. “It’s fine.”

Younghyun’s expression morphed from concerned to cheeky, a smirk adorning his lips. “I could kiss it better.”

“What?”

You saw the mirth twinkling in his eyes and swallowed, trying to wet your dry mouth. “I, uh, you, huh?”

Younghyun chuckled lowly and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling it lower. Another chuckle escaped his lips when he saw the tip of your tongue still between your lips. “You’re too adorable, you know that right?”

You could only blink at his question, still stunned at the prospect of kissing him.

“Can I kiss you?”

You swallowed once more before you nodded slowly, feeling your heart beating in your throat. You focused on his eyes and held your breath when Younghyun leaned closer. Your eyes fluttered shut and you could feel his hot breath fanning over your skin.

His lips barely brushed over yours and your heart stopped for a second. The electricity kept you on edge and flowed through your whole body, hitting every nerve.

You melted into the kiss as soon as he pressed his lips against yours. With trembling hands you grabbed his turtleneck and pulled him even closer. You forgot your surroundings, every thought resolving around Younghyun and nothing else.

He broke the kiss and laughed breathlessly, leaning his forehead against yours. “You taste like the hot chocolate you just tried”, Younghyun whispered with a smile. “Now I like the taste of it even more.”

Without meaning to you giggled and pecked his lips again. “How fortunate I love drinking hot chocolate at any given time.”

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[littleshopofk-pop]

## day6 masterlist

S — smut F — fluff A — angst C — crack

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[noona-clock]

The Demon 👿 Tick Tock

Genre: Star Trek!AU

Pairing: Brian x You

Warnings: Some Emotional Angst

Words: 2,692

Day and Night  👿 Zombie  👿 Tick Tock  👿 Love me or Leave me  👿 STOP  👿 1 to 10  👿 Afraid

“Did you eat?” “Did you have a hard day today?” Even the usual conversation. For us now, I feel like it’s a luxury. We’re not talking to each other. We’re not talking much.

“I’m home,” Brian called out as he stepped back into your shared quarters at the end of the day. In the back of his mind, he knew you wouldn’t suddenly be there to greet him or even answer back that you were happy to see him. But he still said it every single time.

Now that he thought about it, wasn’t that the unofficial definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over in hopes it would produce different results?

Just as he’d suspected, you were curled up on the couch with a cup of hot tea, your eyes glued to a book. (Yes, a real paper book. You were old-fashioned like that. It was one thing about your personality Brian had been extremely attracted to after meeting you.) You hummed to let him know you’d heard him and acknowledged his presence... and that was it.

One hum. Not even a ‘Hi’ or a smile. You didn’t even turn to look at him.

How had it gotten this bad? How had it gotten to the point where even having a conversation with you felt like a luxury? Something so out of the ordinary, he could hardly even fathom it now?

But you used to have such amazing conversations. You had been the only person he’d ever met who matched his level of crazy, random intelligence, the only person he’d ever been able to say anything to and not feel like a complete weirdo.

And now the two of you hardly said anything to each other at all.

I’m afraid when the conversation is over Even between us our relationship will end And I’m not putting a period on it

After hours of laughing and talking about nothing. Where the hell have we been? The warm words that we shared all night long. without saying good night and ‘I miss you’ We fall asleep

You still, at least, made sure there was food waiting for him when he got off his long shifts. Being one of the Chief Engineers on a Star Fleet space station was no easy task, and he was always starving by the time he got back to your quarters.

Though he didn’t really know if you made the food just for him... or if you simply left enough from your own dinner.

At this point, he didn’t want to ask.

Tonight, you had made (or replicated) boiled Krada legs, a favorite dish for both of you. It prompted him to make another attempt, and when he sat down at the table, he said, “This looks delicious. Thank you for making it.”

You did look up at him this time, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “You’re welcome,” you replied before going right back to reading your book.

Well. It was something.

As he began to eat and you continued to read and sip your tea, Brian started thinking about this -- started trying to figure out the path the two of you had taken to get here.

He went all the way back to the first time something had changed majorly in your relationship: when Brian had been assigned this position here on Deep Space Eleven a little over a year ago.

You were a teacher, and since the station was home to hundreds of civilians and Star Fleet crew, it had been easy enough to get you a job here. Plus, you had been so enamored with Brian at that point, you proclaimed you would’ve moved anywhere for him.

He’d gotten busy once he’d started this job, but for quite a while, you were still actively and outwardly happy to see him when he got home. You would tell him all about your day and the crazy things your students had said and done, and then you would listen intently as he told you about his day.

He couldn’t even really remember when you’d stopped doing that. It must have been gradual. So gradual that he hadn’t even really noticed... until the day he had noticed.

So, just what the hell had actually happened?

I think this is it We both changed We were happy every day. But now, I’m not laughing anymore.

I think this is it. This room is too quiet. I don’t have anything left to This night, when I hear the sound of a clock, Tick tock Tick tock

While he was still eating dinner, you had gotten up from the couch and headed into the bedroom, presumably to get ready to go to sleep.

No goodnight kiss -- no “Good Night” even! You’d just stood up and walked away, taking your book with you.

But, then again... Brian hadn’t done anything to stop you. He hadn’t called out to you or asked you if you were going to bed. Apparently, he was crazy enough to keep trying every night when he got home, but that was the limit to his insanity. One try, and that was enough.

As soon as he cleaned his plate, Brian headed into the bedroom himself. The light was already turned off, and you were already turned away from him breathing deeply and evenly as you slept.

Thoughts of how it used to be flashed through his mind as he changed into his night clothes: even though the two of you had just talked before, during, and after dinner, you’d still found plenty of things to discuss as you’d laid in bed. You would laugh and giggle, whisper and murmur, kiss and cuddle.

But now only silence filled the room. Silence all around him as he got underneath the blanket and laid on his back, staring at the ceiling.

Well, not total silence. 

You had a clock in the room -- an old-fashioned clock with hands and a pendulum and everything. You liked that old-fashioned kind of stuff, remember? Books and clocks fascinated you.

So, now, instead of laughs and giggles and whispers and murmurs and kisses, Brian heard silence and the tick tock of that old clock.

He hadn’t even noticed how loud the clock was until he’d noticed things were different between you two. And now he wondered if he would ever be able to forget how loud it was.

Not just the mind. Even when we’re together. There’s a gap between us I think we’re almost there. You know that, even if it hurts too much

When Brian’s alarm went off for work the next morning, one of the first thoughts to pop into his mind was: Today has to be the day.

Today couldn’t be just another day when he got back to your quarters after fixing runabouts and Starships passing through this area of the Beta Quadrant for so many hours and simply said “I’m home,” hoping you would magically respond the way you used to.

No, today had to be different; otherwise, he really would classify himself as insane.

I mean, things had to change eventually. Why not today?

As it turns out, today was the day everything would change... but not how Brian expected.

The first half of the day was fairly typical, although he’d had to do a lot more work on a Starship’s warp core than he would’ve wanted. But other than that, nothing out of the ordinary happened.

After his lunch break, however, as he was tweaking and fine-tuning the station’s database in the ops center...

You appeared.

...Well. You and about fifteen small children.

You were leading them around, pointing out things, talking to the Captain of the station, and doing your best to keep the Chief Medical Officer’s kid from wandering off.

Brian stood there watching you for so long, he couldn’t even remember what he’d been doing by the time you began to make your way over to him.

“And here we have a Chief Engineer of the station,” you told your students as you came to stand next to him. “We don’t have to worry about the station breaking down because this man here helps keep it running every single day.”

Brian blinked at you, sort of in a trance because... he couldn’t quite understand or believe what was happening. When you shifted your gaze from your class over to him, he finally came to and forced a smile onto his lips.

“Well,” he told the children with a slightly awkward chuckle. “Me and quite a few other engineers.”

You all stood there for a few minutes, Brian answering as many questions as he could before you gently interrupted and told your students it was time to go back to the classroom.

“Line up at the door and wait for me,” you told them with a nod, and as they began to shuffle away from you, you turned to Brian and put a hand on his arm. “We decided to take a field trip around the station. We’re learning about communities, and we have our own little community right here on the station, so... I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. When I woke up this morning, you were already gone.”

Again, Brian blinked at you for a few moments... but then he put his free hand over yours. “It’s... all right,” he murmured. “It’s just nice to see you.”

Because it was. It really, really was. Nice to see you and hear you say more than three words to him.

A smile curved your lips, and you leaned in to place your lips on his cheek.

Brian’s heart flipped over, something it hadn’t done in a long time.

But before you left to go join your students, you whispered, “Can we talk when you get home?”

...Could you read minds? He had been thinking about getting back to your quarters and talking to you about your relationship the whole day. And now here you were asking him to do just that.

He nodded, and you squeezed his arm in response before letting go and walking over to the quiet line of children waiting for you.

And then a few hours later, when he stepped in through the door to your quarters, you were waiting for him.

You were actually sitting at the dinner table. Your gaze shifted up to lock with his when the door opened, and you stood, clasping your hands with a very cautious smile on your lips.

Before Brian could say anything, you hurried over to him and took his work bag off his shoulder.

“How was your day?” you asked.

...What was going on? You hadn’t asked about his day in... weeks? Months? He really had no idea.

“It was all right,” he answered. “Spent too much time working on a Starship’s warp core this morning, but I got it done.”

“Warp cores have never been your favorite,” you replied with a soft chuckle. “I made Jumbo Romulan mollusks. And Vulcan spice tea.”

Two of his favorite dishes.

...Were you going to break up with him or something? And you’d made one of his favorite meals to soften the blow?

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked as you took his hand and led him over to the table.

“Let’s eat first,” you answered, pulling out a chair for him. “Talk later.”

Except you ended up talking while you ate, though Brian was positive the conversation topic wasn’t the one you had in mind. During dinner, you asked more about his work day -- and he about yours. You talked about things you’d heard from your family back on Earth, gossip from around the station, and even the current goings-on in Star Fleet.

It was like old times, and Brian truly wasn’t sure what to think.

He offered to clean up, as he always did when you cooked, and as he stood at the replicator with your plates... he suddenly felt your arms slide around his waist. He felt your cheek press against the back of his shoulder.

He froze, his heart momentarily stopping, and he wasn’t sure if it was because he was worried or relieved. Worried that you might break up with him or relieved you were finally touching him like this again.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, and he felt the vibrations against his back as you spoke.

“...For what?” he asked hesitantly. “Dinner was delicious.”

“No... I’m sorry for... everything.”

Brian set your empty plates into the replicator, barely even waiting for them to vaporize away before he tried to turn around to face you. But you tightened your hold, not letting him just yet.

“I’m sorry that things have been so... not good.”

It was funny because Brian knew exactly why you hadn’t said ‘bad.’ I mean, it’s not like the two of you had been fighting. There was no anger or hatred between you lately, it was just... All of the warmth in your relationship had been missing.

But maybe that had just been temporary?

“Y/N --”

“No, please. Let me finish.”

Brian pressed his lips together, and nodded.

“I think I just... got tired. Your shifts started getting longer and longer, and you didn’t feel like talking as much when you got home. So then I didn’t feel like talking as much. You started getting home so late, and I was too hungry to wait, so I just... started eating dinner by myself. And going to bed by myself. And I’m sorry that I never thought to actually talk to you about it. I never thought to tell you that I was... lonely. And then I just got so used to everything. Used to eating by myself and going to bed by myself and doing everything by myself that I just never said anything.”

Brian’s heart stopped as he listened to you.

All this time, how had he never realized...

He’d seen that you’d grown colder, but he had never even thought to ask why.

So... it was honestly both of your faults. Brian had been too busy to understand that his busy schedule was hurting your relationship, and you had been too tired to admit to him that you were lonely. He had been too cautious to ask you why you never talked to him anymore, and you had been too comfortable to do anything different.

He did turn around then, reaching his hands up to cradle your face, tilting your head so you would look at him.

“I’m sorry, too,” he murmured. “I noticed how drastically things had changed, I just never realized it was because of me. Because I’m working too much.”

“I understand why you have to,” you whispered.

“And I understand why you got lonely,” he whispered back, leaning forward to place his forehead against yours and sliding his arms around your shoulders.

“I promise, I’ll try harder to actually be there for you. To talk to you and -- and to love you,” you told him, your voice starting to choke up with emotion.

Hearing the word ‘love’ come out of your mouth set Brian’s heart afire, and he didn’t waste one more moment before capturing your lips in a kiss.

I think this is it. This room is too quiet. I don’t have anything left to This night, when I hear the sound of a clock, Tick tock Tick tock

He could hear the clock again. The loud tick tock filling the bedroom -- along with the silence. It was just the same as it had been last night.

...Except it wasn’t the same.

It was only silent in the room because you were asleep, and Brian’s mind was far too active to even think about sleeping yet. But not even ten minutes ago, it hadn’t been silent.

There had been laughs and giggles. Whispers and murmurs. Kisses and cuddles. In fact, you were cuddled up against him right now as you slept, one hand gripping his shirt as your forehead pressed into his neck.

After your kiss in front of the replicator, things had slowly gone back to the way they’d used to be. You’d told him you’d missed him, and Brian had picked you up and carried you bridal-style into the bedroom.

You’d had one of your typical nighttime conversations as you’d laid in bed. You’d laughed and giggled. Whispered and murmured. Kissed and cuddled.

A smile tugged at Brian’s lips as he thought about it, and he pulled you closer to him, turning to place a kiss on the top of your head.

This is it, he thought. I was right. Today was the day.

Things had been different, and everything had changed.

In the absolute best way, of course.

Brian still loved you -- with all his heart. He had never stopped loving you, he had just... stopped trying. And so had you.

He was sure things would get difficult between you again. Many times in the future. It couldn’t always be happy and easy and wonderful. Life just wasn’t like that.

But he did know one thing for certain: he wouldn’t always hear the loud tick tock of your clock and think of the sound negatively. Silence wasn’t always bad, as long as it wasn’t always silent.

[stayndays]

Boyfriend! Young K Headcanons

❀⋆ Anon: “Hello! (･ω･)つ If it's okay, can I ask a headcanon for "Day6's YoungK as a boyfriend" (like the lovely one you did for Sungjin)? Thank you and take care 😘😘😘”

hello lovely anon! this was a lot of fun to write as i can see young k being a much more romantic boyfriend than other idols i write for, so this was a fresh breath of air and even a challenge! i hope you enjoy it ^^

also, my inbox is now empty with this request done! feel free to send in one if you like this!

confession:

you visited the company building a lot to offer him some support whenever he’s stuck writing lyrics

(despite not knowing anything about music, you graduated with brian at business school)

so brian thought, “why not just confess here?”

he called you over late at night, asking for help

and of course how could you say no to your crush??

after getting ready, you drove over to the jype building and rushed right into the band practice room

to see a trail of confetti (courtesy to jae)

leading up to brian singing “i like you” on his guitar

you accepted his confession with a sparkle in your eye that brian will never forget

and as he hugged you, you mustered up the courage to ask him if he wrote “i like you” while thinking of somebody else

“no.. i definitely wrote that song while thinking of you.”

firsts:

first date

a simple dinner at a nice restaurant!

you were dressed as casually as him, who wore a plain button-up and dark pants,

but he still thought you were gorgeous in your outfit (*'ω'*)

the food was quite delicious, and you two talked about various topics while holding hands the entire time,

only letting go to eat a forkful of your food

he would definitely open his mouth up wide while you stared at him like “???”

he sighed

“can i have a bite of your food?”

so of course you fed some of it to him, and he did the same for you

afterwards, he’d drop you off at your place before giving you one last embrace to make you grin ^_^

first kiss

probably pretty abrupt, but still romantic in it’s own way

brian had slept over at your place after hanging out with you (despite still not kissing you, you thought)

and he was running very, very late for work

you tried to help him as much as possible, such as preparing his coffee

when he rushed up to the front door to put his shoes on, he saw you holding a cup of coffee for him

after swinging his bag on his back and tying his shoes, he grab the coffee in your hand and gave you a kiss out of instinct,

your flustered face the last thing he saw before walking out the door

your flustered face the last thing he saw before walking out the door

he could not stop thinking about how perfect you were, waiting for him like that, for the rest of the day

first “i love you”

he was having a really hard time at work that particular day

he had writers block so he wasn’t able to write lyrics at all

it just absolutely sucked for him

so as brian sat alone in the band room late at night,

reminiscing the confession that took place in the same room months ago,

he just knew you were the one who could cheer him up, maybe even spark some creativity in him

so he called you, and fortunately you were able to come over!!

when you opened the door, you immediately saw the empty expression on his face, and ran over to give him a comforting hug and kiss

“you okay, brian?”

and he just started venting into your ear, not exactly expecting a response from you

and definitely not one with the most promising words and reassuring compliments

you felt him melt into your arms after sharing your advice, mumbling a quiet yet soft “thank you, i love you”

“i love you, too.”

affection:

his pda is probably only limited to hand holding, just to keep it safe while in public

his private affection is also rather tame (his favorite act of affection are hugs, if you haven’t noticed already), but always gets the message through

b i g s p o o n

i take no criticism >:)

has a weird liking in whenever you sit on his lap (he actually prefers it if you face away from him, so this usually happens while watching a movie or playing something)

piggyback rides!!

i also see him trying to braid your hair and/or giving you massages (especially after you had a bad day)

listens attentively when you’re venting, nodding his head to show that he understands

afterwards, he’d offer his own piece of advice (+ a kiss)

btw i see brian as a good kisser?? just the right amount of everything you need at the moment

i also see him giving you gifts whenever he has the money to afford them, whether it’s for a special event or for no reason whatsoever

3 extra acts of love:

despite loving his job, he sometimes hated certain days and just wanted to go to bed without to anybody. but when he sees the covered up food on the dining room table, prepared by you, his day gets a little bit brighter.

before moving in together, brian bought you one of those gigantic teddy bears for you on valentines day, but because it couldn’t fit anywhere in your new place, it had to be given away :(( but brian bought you a smaller one soon after!

at least half of his song lyrics (not break up related, aka not the “WHO HURT BRIAN?” songs) are about you. you are, without a doubt in his mind, his muse.