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Dates together

Him looking good even when he isn’t doing anything

His smiles and laughs

When he gifted with food

When he needs to draw you in art class

Him trying to be all cute for you 

When he just cute in general 

HIM BEING FINE AF LIKE AF

When his friends make him call you 

When he dumb af 

Wake me up when you need something, I don’t care how bad you’ll feel but just wake me up. You scoff at the thought, rolling your eyes at the lazing figure on the bed that you decide by the time you actually get to wake him up, you’d be dead of dehydration because now you’re parched and you want some water. Recently—and by recently, it was yesterday, you broke your leg. Nope, nope, don’t even ask—don’t even ask. And Minseok promises not to talk about it because you feel bad enough as it is so he keeps it to zip his pretty boy lips. But now, for the past two minutes you’ve been trying to get him up and it’s come to no good news that he doesn’t even flinch an inch. Sighing, you try your best to turn just so place your feet onto the floor, one by one, it wasn’t hard for the uninjured leg but for the other, it was rather tricky. As you remained your sitting posture for about a minute, you looked over your shoulder to see if he’ll even wake up or not but looks like he’s not budging anytime soon.

It’s time to get it yourself, then, screw waking him up. You stretch the best way you can, your fingers curling out and if it was possible, it’s like your fingers were about to pop but then you get ahold of the pair of crutches that are by the side of the bed. You get one and decide that you can get the other when you’re up and about but it’s easier said than done. You’re closing your eyes and breathing calmly, you can do this. The weight shifts more to your healthy leg and you’re almost up, stabling yourself with the crutch but it’s boggling your mind, twirling it around because you think you’re stable enough but really, you’re not. It takes you less than five seconds to realize that you’re flat on the ground, the crutch falls to the side with a loud thud and you’re cursing because now you’re fucking sure Minseok is awake.

You remain on the floor because one, you feel guilty and two, this isn’t the best feeling in the world.

You try to push yourself up but it’s not easy, it’s a challenge and you’re playing with it as you manage to straighten your arms but the pain stings your other leg and your lower torso feels the impact from the fall, too. Minseok groans as he stretches his arm out and he frowns with his eyes closed upon feeling the emptiness that greets him silently. His eyes shoot open and he jolts from the bed, he casts a look around and move from his spot just to see you on the floor, sprawled out and in much agony because you can’t get up on your own.

“Fuck,” He curses, and you’re taking this chance to bite down the cries that are bottled from within, “Yeah, fuck,”

He hops off the bed and crouches before you, placing both arms under your arms to heave you up and at first it was hard but when he has you standing properly, he forces you down onto the bed that you’re sitting once more, in the position you once were and he picks up the crutch to place it with the other that you can’t freaking reach. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head, not liking how he woke up with a mini heart attack but he kneels before you, using both hands to hold onto yours. His eyes stares up to yours and despite how tired he is, you can see it in his eyes, he’s not going to lash out or get mad just like that when he knows you’re the type to listen and not cause a ruckus.

“Didn’t I tell you to wake me up?” His voice is strained and you see how worried he is but then you’re not having any of this, “I tried waking you up but you were too deep in your sleep that… I just…”

“What do you want?” He cuts short, asking nicely and you bite your lower lip out of guilt—it always goes down this way and he knows you only bite your lip when you feel—“Don’t feel guilty, don’t do that,” He uses a hand to release your bite on your lip and he’s back to keeping your hands warm, “Tell me what you want,”

“Water…”

“Water,” He repeats, standing up immediately and he’s out of the door. You sigh as you fall back but flinch when he’s by the doorframe, “Cold or warm?”

Before you can answer—“Forget it, I’ll get warm—it’s not good to drink cold in the morning,” He’s back to his cautious ways that it makes you smile when he disappears, fetching you a glass of water that you can hear it through the clinks from the kitchen. You’re glancing down to your legs despite being in an angle where you can’t see them properly but you’re bickering with yourself, using your leg to nudge the other casted one, “Because of you, stupid leg—stupid leg. Stupid,” You roll your eyes and the irritation is seeping into your skin because you don’t like depending on Minseok too much, you feel really bad for needing to rely on him for the whole duration of your recovery but there’s nothing else you can do. And even though Minseok assures you that he’ll do everything he can to aid you, it’s hard because you’re not used to it. It’s like telling a person who has their vision three hundred and sixty five days (three hundred and sixty six every leap year) to wear a blindfold for months and experience how it’s like to not see—it’s the same thing.

Then the door is opening once more and Minseok catches you through the gap to see that you’re scolding yourself. You’re using your fingers, your knuckles to poke your temple in an angry manner that it makes him hold back a chuckle. He hears about how bad you feel, how you’re giving yourself a lecture for not being careful enough and indeed, he understands but he wants you to know you don’t need to feel that way. He knocks on the door and you wince, turning your head to the door and he grins, “Am I interrupting anything?”

He sees how your eyes widen and you sit up once more, shaking your head, “N-No, I… I was just—“

“Beating yourself up?” He finishes your sentence, sitting beside you as he hands you the glass of water you’ve been dreading for, “W-Well… no…”

“I heard you,” He snorts, making your eyes glued to the surface of the water that you forget to—“Drink up,”

Then you mumble thank you so softly that he feels like you’re not saying it at all but he knows you’re just probably too taken back for any of this. He watches you gulp the whole thing down and then he’s taking the glass from your hands. He easily places it by the bedside table (in which, thank God the crutch did not bang on it or he would’ve screamed from his sleep) before he takes your hands into his once more. He exhales deeply first, then he speaks, “Listen, breaking your leg isn’t the best thing ever—I know it’s not but you can’t keep doing this to yourself,”

“Do what?”

He gives you a look with his eyes and you shut up, “You’ve got to let me take care of you—no matter what time it is, no matter what the situation is and not just when you break your leg. Shoot, I thought we’ve been through this during that time you had your high fever,”

“Habits die hard?” He hears the tone in your voice and you’re being playful because your voice cracks a little in the end. He chuckles and shakes his head, you and cute are two words that rarely go together but it always melt him inside, “I’ll admit, it’s cute when you’re stubborn sometimes—but it all dies off when you’re in pain,” His words indeed sink into your heart and you’re unable to say anything. It heaves your shoulders down and he sees how badly you reflect it on yourself that he leans closer and kisses your lips so quick, it scrapes all your troubles away. Then he cups your chin and makes sure you look into his eyes when he says, “I want you to smack the life out of me the next time I don’t wake up—as long as you don’t hurt yourself, get me to wake up to help you, got it?”

With a suppressed smile and a blush that’s probably reddening your cheeks, you nod, “Yes sir,”

“Good girl,” He pats your head and then he swoops you into his arms instantly that it makes you yelp, wrapping your arms around him when he stands up with your legs properly intact. He catches how rapid your heart is beating, how many times your eyes blink per second but it adds to how wide he’s smirking, “Time to get you cleaned up,”

You see how he wiggles his eyebrows when he kicks the bathroom door open and you’re scoffing, “Are you sure you’re going to get me cleaned?”

The off red headed barrista called out the order, scanning the local Starbucks for its customer; and apparently they had forgotten their drink. Who does that?!

“Frap for… _____?“ He said a little louder this time, looking around till his eyes set on yours as you sat quietly in the corner, "This is yours, right?”

Truth was, You were so engrossed in looking at him. He was so handsome, effortlessly good looking, and his name was Mark (according to his name tag). 

You had completely forgot about your order, but as Mark himself stepped out from behind the counter just to hand you your frappe; you went blank, clenching your hand just before he handed it to you, the poor drink falling onto the even more poor barrista.

“Oh my gosh” You came back to reality, trying not to look him in the eyes as the drink soaked his apron, “I’m so sorry!”

He was probably frustrated, but you couldn’t tell as you rose up to grab some serviettes, racing back to him and leaving it with him as you ran out of the cafe, completely embarrassed.

Why’d you have to be so awkward? Especially when it came to cute guys. Now you couldn’t even step into that same Starbucks in fear that he’d call you out for what you did. Great….

—

“Oh, come on!" 

Your cousin, Yugyeom tugged on your arm; literally dragging you towards the one place in the entire mall that you didn’t want to enter. Out of all things, why’d it have to be Starbucks?!

It had been almost a month since the strawberries and cream incident, but it wasn’t enough time to forget what happened and it was likely that Mark was still working there.

Holding one hand to your face, you tried to mask your identity as Yugyeom stood in line, keeping you by his side.

"Hey, what can I get you?" 

You recognised the voice, how couldn’t you? It was Mark’s. Maybe he didn’t recognise you?

"Damn it” You cursed beneath your breath, causing both your cousin and barrista to look to you briefly,

“Don’t mind her. She’s usually this weird” Yugyeom chuckled, “Anyway, I’ll get a dark mocha frap, thanks”

“And for you?” Mark shot you a cheeky grin as he began preparing the cups, 

“Me?” You put down your hand, finally facing Starbucks boy, “I..uh”

“Strawberries and Cream frap?” He further asks, seeming to already know your answer, and already writing the code down,

“Yes please..”

—

“I just realised something” Yugyeom gave a confused expression as he sat opposite you in the cafe chairs, “That guy didn’t ask for our names”

Too realising this, you quickly glanced in the counters direction, catching the moment as Mark came out towards the two of you; holding both your drinks.

“And I didn’t know they personally handed out drinks” Your cousin continued, forever confused, “This place is as strange as you ____-ah”

“Dark mocha for you, and a strawberries and cream frappe, for you” Mark sings happily, this time around placing it on the table between the two of you,

“Thanks” You answered waiting for him to completely put it down before reaching for it,

Before you could explain to him what happened the time, Mark had already returned to the counter; doing what he did best. 

Reaching for your cold drink, you realised that there was a name and numbers scribbled on the side of the clear cup. Not a making a scene in front of Yugyeom, you pretended to take a sip, slowly lifting the drink and reading what had been written.

‘Call me some time, clumsy! Mark~’

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Bobby of iKON one shot. - Essy

So this is what falling in love is like.

What time is it?

Your eyes fluttered open as soon as the sunlight hit your eyes through white curtains. This wasn’t your apartment–it must have been his. You nuzzled your cheeks into the scent on his pillows, so distinctly… him. There was no other way to describe it. His blankets were definitely more comfortable than yours. You turned over away from the sunlight.

Bobby snored slightly, but you didn’t mind. It was funny seeing him without a hoodie or a snapback, but he looked so comfortable. For a moment, you kind of just stared and studied his features. This was one of the few times he was calm and quiet so you had to take advantage of his drowsy state.

You ran your index down the bridge of his nose, making him scrunch his face in confusion.

“Was I snoring?” He mumbled into his pillow.

You giggled. “A little.”

Even when he was half asleep, Bobby had the same eye smile. Without hesitation, he reached for your waist under the covers and pulled you towards him.

“Come here–” He sighed. “You’re too far away.”

You let your fingers dance over his skin, playing on his collar bone, and tracing his neck. This was the first time you spent the night at his apartment, and it was definitely something you could get used to.

“What time is it?” Bobby mumbled into your hair.

You shrugged, not wanting to find your phone just yet.

“I had a dream about you last night.” He continued to speak in his pseudo-slumber. “I can’t really remember what it was about. Just that you were in it.”

You craned your neck upward to get a good look at his face. Bobby rubbed his eyes giving you a genuine grin.

“It must have been a good dream because I’m in a good mood.”

Not having any verbal response, you managed to just blush and wait for your cheeks to cool down.

Bobby’s eyes fluttered to a close again, but you kept studying his face like it was a textbook. There were a million things to learn about him, and there only a few answers could be read from his face.

“What is it? Have you fallen in love with me already?” He suddenly prompted.

Your eyes shot open before your posture did. The room suddenly became too hot, and the close quarters weren’t helping. Did you say something? Did you talk in your sleep? Something must have given it away.

“Hey–” Bobby’s fingers tapped your lower back before tugging on your tank top. “Where’d you go?”

You fanned yourself with your hand. There had to be some way to wipe the red off your face. “It’s just really hot in here.”

The fatigued male sat up to join you, still with his eyes closed. He grabbed the comforter on his bed and pushed it onto the floor, exposing your legs. Reaching for his lyric folder, he waved it over your face, cooling you down quickly.

You couldn’t help but smile slightly at his actions.

“Feel better?” He opened one eye to check on you.

“Much better.”

“Then come back to bed–” He threw his arm over your shoulders and pulled your back down onto the pillow with him.

A few minutes passed by, laying down on the bare bed in the sunlight. You stayed comfortably in Bobby’s arms, a million thoughts running through your mind as he slept. How did he know?

“I hope you are.” Bobby whispered in the midst of a deep breath.

“Hm?”

His grip around you tightened when he noticed your body shift. “I hope you’re falling for me already.” You could feel his fingers combing through your hair.

You attempted to laugh it off, but it just came off as a nervous chuckle. “Why?”

You sat on the kitchen counter with your head against the wall. Your eyes were closed, but his image was the only thing you could see. You poured a bit of red wine in the glass and gulped it slowly, tasting the bittersweet flavor. The party was over, your house was a mess, food everywhere, broken glass, used condoms on the bathroom, smell of alcohol in the air. “I won’t do this ever again." You muttered, benting down to pick the trash that was on the floor. You never saw your house in such a messy state, you are a perfectionist, you like when things are in the right place. After two hours or so, you sat down on the couch with a deep sigh. Finally everything was clean, more or less. In the kitchen, your glass of wine was still full, so you grabbed it and sat down again, watching some cliche drama that was playing on the television. You smiled to yourself, everything was silent and the house had a fresh smell, unlike a few hours ago. You put the glass on the table and grabbed your phone. ”So, your dear bestfriend Mark is completely drunk,he is doing some embarrassing things and believe me, I don’t want to see his bare butt again.“ You blinked and read the message over and over again, it was sent by your bestfriend an hour ago, but you were so busy you just saw it now. "Damn, not again.” You whispered, with a tired sigh. Mark left your party with a happy mood already, he drank a few beers and a huge amount of vodkas and you knew this would happen, even though you asked him to stop. Suddenly, you heard bangs on your door and someone yelling your name. “Open the door, I know you are there, don’t ignore me” When you opened the door, Mark waved at almost tripped at your feeth. You caught him just in time. He ran to your couch and hugged your pillow. “Sure you can come in.” You mumbled, closing the door behind you.

You crossed your arms above your chest and looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked. “Isn’t that obvious?” You asked back. Mark chuckled and looked at a frame of you and your siblings, before waving. His face fell, and he looked at you disappointed. “Why they are not waving back at me?” You slapped your forehead. “Maybe because it’s a picture, and pictures are not supposed to move.” “In Harry Potter they move.” Mark said with a smirk. You sighed deeply and looked away. “Yah, why are you acting like that? All grumpy and such? It’s because I look stupid? I mean yes, I was dumped.” He said, shrugging.

You immediately turned your attention at him. “You what?” “Hanna broke up with me, I mean why would she do that? I’m the hottest boy she ever dated, tsk, loser.”

You couldn’t help but sigh in relief, Hanna never was a good influence to him anyways. “Why she broke up with you?” You asked softly. Mark shook his head while chasing your little cat around the table.  You caught his arm and pulled him closer. “Stop, you are making me dizzy.” You sternly said. Mark pouted and looked at you with puppy eyes. You sighed and abruptly pushed him away. “Look at you, you are pathetic.” You rubbed your temples and looked at how happy he looked right now, he was giggling at everything, he was fascinated by everything around him. “I was dumped. Mark Tuan never gets dumped. I never liked her that much, she was just a good pair of boobs "  You looked at the ground, your heart beating faster and faster. "You still had interest in her so…” Mark raised an eyebrow and approached you. “Are you, perhaps…jealous?” You blushed and looked away. “Obviously I’m not going to have this kind of conversation with you right now.”  “Why not?” He hiccuped. “Forget it, I’m wasting my time.” You said, looking at him from head to toe.

He was drunk, he was sweating, his collar was rumpled, but he still looked beautiful. You grabbed his arm and started to drag him upstairs. “Are you going to give me a beer?” He asked, stumbling. “No”. “So, are you going to give me a massage?” He smirked. “No.” “Then, a kiss?” “Definitely not.” You opened the bathroom’s door and pushed him to the shower. Mark yelled when he felt the cold water against his skin. “Stay there, you need to clean your ideas.” When you were about to leave the bathroom, you heard him sobbing. Stage 2 of drunkenness: crying. You sighed and softened. Slowly you turned around and approached him. You sat next to Mark, your clothes slowly getting drenched as well. He automatically rested his head against your shoulder. “You are so boring.” He muttered. You chuckled and shook your head. “Better boring that drunk.” You started to run your fingers through his wet and red hair, while looking at the ceiling. “You probably won’t remember this tomorrow, but I am glad you decided to come to my house, even if you are in this miserable state.” Mark chuckled and looked up at you. “I thought we could have another party, that’s why I came here, but I ended up taking a cold shower instead.” You shrugged and he laid his head on your shoulder again. After a few minutes of talking about Hanna and how she was a bitch, you finally said the words you were dying to say. “I like you.” You whispered.

“I like you, damn, I really like you. I have been in love with you since forever, that’s the reason why I never had a boyfriend. I was always waiting for you. Now you know, you don’t have anymore reasons to make fun of me for never having a boyfriend before. Because I always think you will be the first one.” You looked down and Mark was peacefully sleeping, his hand was on top of yours and his face was burried on your neck. You smiled sadly and rested your head against his. “I was brave enought to confess, see? Tomorrow you won’t remember anything, but I am feeling good now.” You whispered, closing your eyes as well.

Mark opened his eyes and looked around. He wasn’t in his room, he was in your room. Slowly, he went downstairs when he felt the smell of pancakes. Every step he gave, his head seemed to burst. You tilted your head to the side when Mark sat on the chair and leaned his head against the table. “Good morning.” You said, smirking. “Bad morning, damn, my head.” Mark winced, closing his eyes. “It’s called hangover my friend.” You said, before handing him a cup of tea. Mark sipped his tea and sighed. “So good.” You smiled and grabbed your bag. “I will leave for a minute, grocery shopping, you know? Make yourself at home.” You grabbed your keys, but when you were about to leave the kitchen, Mark’s voice stopped you. “I like you too.” He said, not facing you.