#7ndipity

Yoongi: Goes quiet for a moment when you pull away, looking at you slightly confused like “What was that?” When you shrug or say it was to shut him up, he just sorta scoffs out a little laugh, nods, and then continues with his point. “As I was saying-”

Hobi: Absolutely caught off guard and dumbfounded for a moment, just staring at you with that cute “?” look on his face when you pull away. Completely forgot what he was saying and just kinda mumbles out a few more words like “So anyway, like I said… yeah…”

Namjoon: Depending on the argument, he either freezes for a second before going along with your action and kissing you back, or he gets annoyed and tries to continue the argument in between kisses. “No, *kiss* you don’t *kiss* understand *kiss*”

Jimin: I see him trying to take the lead of the situation, kissing you back hard till you’re breathless, and then trying to continue the argument. “And another thing-” If you kiss him again, he just channels his frustration into a very intense makeout session that leaves you covered and hickeys and him with a very smug look on his face

Taehyung: Honestly, top tier way to diffuse an argument with him, lol. He turns into such a sad, pouty baby whenever y’all argue, so he’s more than happy to follow your lead and just skip the fight and go straight to the ‘kiss and make up’ part. “Does this mean I won?”

Jungkook: I see him following your lead in the moment, kissing you back almost on reflex before pulling away and trying to go back to the argument. If you keep kissing him, he’ll give up and channel his frustrations elsewhere. “We’ll do it your way then.” *proceeds to scoop you up or drag you to the bedroom*

But that hadn’t happened tonight. Instead, you had both snapped, and suddenly weeks worth of tiny nagging thoughts, frustrations, and what had seemed like insignificant moments but had been eating away at the both of you, everything was poured out onto the floor and you both were demanding the other take blame for them.

When you felt yourself hitting a breaking point, you had shut down and gone to bed, with Yoongi following a while after, feeling the bed dip under his weight but giving no acknowledgement, just curling closer to the edge of the bed to be as far away from him as possible. You knew you could’ve gone to sleep in the guest room, but in your moment of stubbornness, you didn’t want to let him seemingly ‘win’ by driving you out of your bed.

You kept your eyes firmly closed and tried to force yourself to sleep, to just forget everything that had happened for the moment and deal with it in the morning, but you couldn’t. Your mind was a jumbled mess of emotions, and you were far too aware of every little noise and stirring in the room, even the rustle of the sheets seeming loud in the silence that was broken only by the labored beats of your heart.

You felt Yoongi turn over on his side of the bed, his breathing far more even paced than your own, which only added to your upset.

How could he sleep after everything that he’d said? How could he ignore the weight in the air that was pressing in on you, crushing your chest, making it increasingly impossible for you to draw a proper breath, slowly suffocating you in silence.

You felt the familiar sting of tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes, and given your years of experience with panic attacks and anxiety, you knew exactly what was happening, but you kept quiet, not wanting him to catch you in a moment of vulnerability, of knowing you were crying.

You didn’t know how long you managed to keep the rising wave of emotion at bay, but when you glanced at the time on your phone it read 2am.

Making sure Yoongi was sound asleep before you moved, you quietly slipped out of bed and crept to the hall, thanking God that you had insisted on your shared apartment having extra rooms. You had claimed it was in case you had overnight guests, but you knew yourself well enough to know that if your anxiety issues got bad again, having extra rooms or spaces for you to be alone when you needed it would be vital.

It had been so long since you’d had a bad spell like this, but the routine was still there like muscle memory as you slipped into the guest room at the end of the hall; turning the fan and AC to the exact speed and temperature to create white noise but not be freezing, finding your favorite sad songs playlist and playing it at a very low volume, and pulling the covers up around you like a cocoon as you climbed into bed, praying that you could just fall asleep and not think for a few hours...

Around 3am, Yoongi rolled over, reaching for you out of habit but finding only cold sheets on your side of the bed.

His eyes snapped open in confusion, glancing around the room for any sign of you before memories of the night came crashing back over him.

The fight, the things you’d both said, the hurt and defeated look in your eyes as you’d walked away.

She left.

The words echoed in his mind like a slamming door, hard and final. His heart was thundering in his chest as he shot out of bed, phone gripped tight in his shaking hands, trying to call you. 

He knew he said some shitty things earlier, and it had gotten really out of hand, but he couldn’t let it end this way.

He cursed himself internally, his words replaying in his head like a record. He’d known how much those things would hurt you, and yet he said them anyway. And then he let it be unresolved. He just gave up and let you walk away, all because of his stupid stubborn pride.

As soon as he stepped out in the hall, he could hear the music playing from the spare bedroom, a wave of relief washing over him as he turned on his heel towards the sound.

He didn’t even think twice before heading for the door. He didn’t care if you were mad, if you didn’t want to talk to him, he had to make this right. He couldn’t lose you, not like this.

You still weren’t asleep yet when you heard the door open, but you pretended anyway, not having the energy or heart to continue any sort of argument with Yoongi right now.

As soon as his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, and sees the way you were curled up, the guilt washes over him again.

He knew you weren’t actually asleep, you’re on your side, not on your stomach with one leg hitched up in the way that always poked him in the back when he rolled over during the night to hold you.

His first instinct is to climb into bed and wrap himself around you, to hold you tight enough to make his heart stop hurting as he apologized for everything, but stops himself. He's known you for long enough to know that physical contact is really not something you're comfortable with when you're fighting.

So instead, he padded quietly around to the other side of the bed, where you were facing the wall, and simply sat down on the floor near your head, almost at eye level, if only you would open your eyes and look at him.

“Y/n…” He spoke softly, waiting for any sign of acknowledgement, but all he was met with was silence. “...I know you’re awake…”

You remained motionless, a convincing portrayal of sleep to anyone who didn’t know you.

He sighed. “Look, I know I shouldn’t have said any of those things to you earlier, I’m sorry… I feel awful for letting things get out of hand the way they did. Please let me fix this, I’m so, so sorry…”

Still nothing. 

“Can you at least open your eyes and look at me, so I know you’re okay?” He asked quietly. 

“Please, you can be mad at me, I don’t blame you, but… I can't sleep without you, it feels wrong… I love you…”

After what felt like hours, you finally peeked your eyes open, just a fraction.

“Go back to bed, Yoong. We can talk in the morning, but right now… I just need space…” You said tiredly, closing your eyes again, shutting him out of that little glimpse inside your world.

His breath caught in his throat as he stared at you, the ache in his chest growing in intensity, like someone had punched him. The painful sense of finality in your words, the thought of being exiled away from you when things were this fractured and broken, Yoongi couldn't take it. It would’ve been better if you just yelled at him, called him an asshole, anything, not this quiet and frozen silence.

He knew things were bad, he knew you were hurt and upset, and rightfully so, but this… this felt like you were giving up, on the fight, on your relationship, on him… It felt like something dying.

“N-no…”

He wasn’t even fully aware of what he was doing, his body moving on autopilot as he climbed into the bed, your back to his chest as he wrapped himself around you so tight his arms hurt, holding onto you like a lifeline, as if he is afraid you'll literally run away if he didn't.

“Please, no…” He pleaded, burying his face in your hair. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please…”

You could feel him shaking, the first few tears that hit the back of your neck making your eyes sting instantly with tears as well. You hated when he cried, each ragged hitch of his breath like a knife to your chest.

You crumpled into his embrace, holding his hands in your own, crushing them to your chest to feel him closer.

“I’m sorry too…” You whispered weakly.

The two of you just lay there together for several minutes, letting all the tension and built up emotions that you’d been holding back pour out, just holding onto each other tightly. 

Eventually, the wave passed and your breathing evened out, the two of you staying pressed together as the silence fell over you again, though this time it was much less heavy. 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean anything that I said…” He mumbled softly, voice still shaky from crying. “I was just… Things have just been so hard with the comeback-”

“I know, I know.” You comforted him gently, squeezing his hand that was resting on your hip. “I just… I don’t know how to make things better for you.”

“You don’t have to, just you existing makes things better for me.” He responded, burying his face in your hair as he spoke, savoring your familiar scent.

“But how am I supposed to feel when I see you come home so worn down and exhausted?” You argued. “Last week when I came home after my fight with my boss-”

“You had a fight with your boss?” He lifted his head, meeting your eyes with concern.

“Not a big one…” You said quietly. “He tried to blame me for something that went wrong on project, and I knew it wasn’t my fault, and it just escalated-”

“-When did this happen?” He interjected again, his eyes darkening at the thought of anyone giving you a hard time.

“Last week…” You answered, glancing down.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it wasn’t a big deal, I handled it, and you’d just got back from Jakarta and were tired-”

“I don’t give a damn about how tired I was, if something happens I want you to tell me.” He said

“Yoongi, you were practically passed out on the couch.” You argued. “If it had been something serious, I would’ve told you.”

He sighed, leaning his forehead against your back. “I just don’t like the thought of keeping things to yourself for my sake…” He said softly. “I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to be there for you.”

“I know, I just… I worry about you, I don’t wanna make your life more heavy.”

“Baby, the last thing you could do is make my life heavy.” He replied, nuzzling against your shoulder. “You bring so much light and joy into my world, even on our worst days, don’t ever doubt that.”

His gentle words made your eyes prick with tears again. “...I’m sorry.” You whispered.

He shushed you softly. “It’s okay, I get it, but please don’t shut me out, not when you’re hurting.”

You nodded softly. “Same goes for you…”

He hummed in agreement, kissing down your shoulder as he held you tightly, reverently, each tiny touch an apology and a promise. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You whispered, melting into his hold.

You leaned further into his touch, head falling back against his shoulder to give better access to your neck as, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, trying to hold onto him in some way as well, the subtle heat of his breath on the back of your neck stirring up a different flurry of emotions in the pit of your stomach, awakening a deeper need, to feel him close in every way possible.

“Yoongi…” You breathed out softly, making him tense behind you, heart pounding in his chest as he recognized the shift tone in your voice.

His touches became more insistent, gripping your hips possessively as he pressed harder against you, his lips trailing over your neck.

“Let me make you feel better,” He murmured, sucking a gentle mark on your neck."Let me love you.” 

You let out a muffled sound that was very close to a whine, nodding as you pushed your hips back against his, feeling the way he was also becoming affected by the sudden change in energy, rolling your hips against him experimentally. 

He groaned at the way you moved against him, helping guide your movements as he ground against you, everything about you so soft and warm and fucking perfect.

“God, I need you so bad…” He breathed, hands slipping to the waistband of your sleep shorts, hesitating for a moment in silent search of your permission, which you more than gave as you pushed them down yourself, shivering as his hands immediately began to explore the newly exposed skin.

“Fuck I’ve missed you, missed how good you feel.” He growled, hand trailing lower to caress the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“Yoongi, please.” You begged, moving against him wantonly, desperate for any bit of fraction.

“Yeah? You want me?” He questioned lowly, pushing his own pants down and freeing his already aching length. He needed you so bad, needed to have you in every way imaginable. “You sure?”

You nodded, rocking your hips back against him, allowing him to slip between your already slick folds, his tip catching at your entrance teasingly but not quite slipping in.

Yoongi felt like he had been touched with a livewire, a hiss slipping through his teeth as he tried to hold onto what little control he had. He wanted to take you slow, make you feel as loved and treasured as you were.

He let out a shuddering breath. “You’re sure?” He asked again, wanting to be absolutely certain before things got carried away.

“Mhm…” You hummed, eyes falling closed at the promise of relief, pressing your hips back more, trying to take more of him. “Please.”

He groaned softly at your response, body trembling with need and desire for you. The way you wanted him, the way you moved so sinfully perfect against him, the way you always seemed to make him lose his goddamn mind, it was almost too much to take.

He bit his lip, sinking into you slowly, feeling like his whole body was on fire with the way you felt around him.

You let out a whine as he filled you, covering your mouth to try and stifle your noises, but Yoongi was having none of that.

“Don’t.” He growled in your ear, pulling your hand away from your mouth in an almost bruising grip. “Wanna hear you, wanna know how good you feel.”

He gripped your hip tighter with his other hand, thrusting into you slow and deep, quickly finding  a rhythm that had your eyes rolling back in your head.

“F-fuck, Yoongi…” You moaned, gripping onto his arms for dear life. You could feel him everywhere, around you, inside you. He was being so gentle with you, you could tell from the way he moved, rolling his hips into you rather than pounding into you like he usually did when he wanted to make you lose your mind. It was slow and soft, but that made it almost more intense, every little move a hundred times more potent.

“Fuck, love you so goddamn much.” He groaned, hips beginning to stutter as he got close, hand slipping between your thighs to find your clit and circling it furiously, wanting you to fall over the edge with him.

“Ah, god!” You jerked as if you’d been shocked, shaking and writhing in his hold as he pushed you closer to release.

“Come on baby, cum for me, let me have it.” He rumbled in your ear, nipping at the spot on your neck he knew was your weak point, sending you over the edge with a strangled cry of his name. He followed after you with a few more thrusts, spilling inside you with an almost pained groan from how tightly you were squeezing him.

“God, I can’t…” He shook his head, burying his face in your shoulder as he sucked in a ragged breath. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm, ‘m great…” You nodded, slightly dazed, chest heaving as you tried to catch your own breath.

He let out a weak chuckle, hugging you tightly. “Good.”

A comfortable silence fell over the both of you as you came down from your highs, nearly dozing off in his arms until you felt him shift slightly, preparing to pull out.

“stay…” You mumbled, holding onto his hip to keep him from pulling away, making his heart flutter at the sleepy yet tender gesture. “please?”

He nodded, settling back against you more comfortably, his arms looped around your waist to keep you close.

“I’ll stay.” He promised, his words meaning more than you could know, his mind wandering to the engagement ring box that was hidden in the back of his closet. He didn’t know how or when, but he knew he wanted to make you his forever. “I’ll stay.”

Yoongi: Yoongi would be such a fun mix, bc as I’ve said before, y’all’s relationship goes straight from ‘kinda dating’ to ‘practically married’ in his head, so on one hand he’s like “fuck yeah, I’m your husband, ofc”, but there’s this half second where he just. stops. functioning, especially the first time it happens, bc “what really?!”

Hobi: Lol honey, you just made his day, his month, his whole year! He is obsessed with the way it sounded coming from you, it makes him soo impatient for you two to actually get married so he can hear you call him that all the time. Might start calling you wifey/yeobo/etc to try and encourage you to call him it more often, hehe

Namjoon: Poor Joonie, lol, he would turn soo red and shy, but he’s soo happy inside. Hearing you call him that does things to his heart he can’t even describe, it just keeps playing over in his head the rest of the day. I see him just quietly admitting to you later that he liked it, but he’ll try to play it down so he doesn't seem overeager of like he’s trying to skip steps(you know, like actually getting married)

Jimin: Honestly, hearing you call him your husband kinda does something for him😏, If you’re out w friends or something when it happens, he’s gonna be staring you down til you can find an excuse to leave and he can show you how much he enjoyed you calling him that, hehehe. Fr tho, he feels so much hearing you call him that, he can’t settle on just one emotion

Taehyung: I could see him almost missing it, it sounds so natural to him, but then his brain catches up and he turns into the happiest boy, getting that big boxy grin as he looks at you like “Really?” He’s instantly begging you to say it again, smiling even bigger each time you say it and hugging you soo tight

Jungkook: He freezes for a second when he hears it, glancing over at you to make sure he heard right before starting to grin. He might tease you for calling him that before you’re actually married, but he’s wearing a grin for the rest of the day, just thinking it over in his head like, “hehehe, I’m their husband”

Yoongi: depending on the day, he might not think too much about it, he understands that you were running late and in a rush, but he can’t help but pout a little for a minute… and then again an hour later… and maybe five more times throughout the day. By the time you get home, he doesn’t even say anything, just walks over and kisses you, long and hard, before mumbling”You forgot this morning” and walking off like he didn’t just leave you dazed and jelly legged.

Hobi: He was in the middle of getting dressed so he didn’t even fully realize at first, stopping suddenly a minute later. He just sends you a quick text like “Yah! you left without giving me my kiss! I will be collecting later, PLUS INTEREST!” He texts you throughout the day lamenting like "Rehearsals seem harder than usual, maybe bc I didn’t get my dose of sunshine this morning…🥺” When he gets home that evening, he fully tackles you, covering you in kisses and jokingly complaining about how much harder today was without your love. 

Namjoon: Namjoon, depending on the day, might not notice at first, just continuing about his morning, feeling like he’s forgetting something, until it suddenly dawns on him like “they didn’t kiss me bye… why didn’t they kiss me bye?” He then spends the next few hours wondering if he accidentally made you mad or if something was bothering you or if it was just a simple slip of the mind, texting you like “Are you okay, btw? Is there anything you wanna talk abt?" When you get home he makes a point to kiss you multiple times before letting you out of his sight.

Jimin: He freezes immediately as he hears your rushed goodbye and the front door close. You didn’t kiss him goodbye? Why would you not kiss him goodbye?? He immediately texts like “Are you mad at me? Is everything okay?” “Yeah, why?” “You didn’t kiss me…” You instantly turn back around to come give him his kiss, much to his embarrassment and delight, trying to hide his slightly red cheeks as he kisses you back and then shoos you out the door, not wanting you to be late just because of him

Taehyung: Oh he becomes the poutiest boy. The second he realizes you’ve left without giving him his goodbye kiss, he acts as if you’ve abandoned him, sulking and giving the silent treatment or giving only short answers when you text. When you notice his odd behavior and ask if everything’s okay, he caves almost instantly. “You didn’t kiss me this morning.” As soon as you got home that evening, you covered him in kisses, instantly making him melt and turn back into his normally smiley self.

Jungkook: He didn’t pay it much mind at first when he realized you had forgotten to kiss him goodbye, but as the morning goes on it bugs him more and more, missing that brief feeling of your lips on his more than he realized. I could see things going two ways from here. 1: he shows up at your work during your break with coffee or smth as an excuse and mentions how you forgot to kiss him bye that morning, already puckering in anticipation. Or 2: he waits til you get home that evening and tackles you, collecting his forgotten kiss(and about 20 more lol)

Yoongi: He had caught on pretty quickly to the way you always deflected his attempts to pull you onto his lap, carefully shifting to sit next to him or just lean on him rather than putting your full weight on him. He wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, but he pouts, knowing it was one of your weaknesses, while also reassuring you in his most stubbornly gentle, quiet, Yoongi-esque way. “But what if I crush you?” “Then I die a happy man.” He absolutely adores you and wants nothing more than to be able to hold and cherish you the way you deserve and for you to feel comfortable being close with him without worrying about being “too heavy” for him.

Hobi: You and Hobi were having a cozy movie night when he offered up his lap for you so you could cuddle, but when you politely turned him down and moved to sit next to him instead, he could immediately tell from your body language that something was up. When he asked, you confessed that you felt uncomfortable sitting on his lap due to your size, making his heart hurt at the revelation. He wouldn’t push the subject, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible, but I could see him suggesting some sort of variation, like putting your legs over his lap instead, so you could still cuddle, but without making you feel awkward. He’d try to show you through little gestures that you didn’t have to be afraid to be close with him that way, and that he loves every bit of you.

Namjoon: This man loves having you on his lap, and doesn’t understand for the life of him why you won't let him have that. His thighs are literally built to hold somebody, please allow them to serve their purpose! Fr tho, he understands that you being comfortable with things like sitting on his lap can’t be just magically solved by him saying things like “Oh, you’re not too heavy!” but that won’t stop him from trying. He takes every opportunity to try and remind you how much he loves you and your figure, hoping that maybe, bit by bit, you’ll feel more comfortable with being on top of him(in more ways than one)“You’re perfect, please don’t ever forget that.”

Jimin: Jimin had caught onto some of your insecurities about your weight before, one being the way you refused to sit on his lap, which broke his heart because he’s such a clingy, physically affectionate person, and because, in his eyes, your were perfect, and it made him so sad to know you struggled with feeling comfortable with parts of yourself. He would try to find little ways to reassure you that you didn’t have to worry about those things around him, trying to ease you into sitting on his lap by cuddling you from behind, pulling your legs to rest over his, just slowly inching you closer to being comfortable with those things so that when he finally pulls you onto his lap one day, it’s not quite as panic inducing as you might have anticipated. If you tell him at any point that it’s just not your thing, he’ll respect that, he just wants to make sure that you know you can be comfortable with him in any proximity.

Taehyung: Taehyung is basically part koala, always hanging onto you in one way or another, so he didn’t even think twice about it when he pulled you onto his lap one day, but the sudden tension in your body and the way you tried to immediately jump back up caught his attention. He tightened his arms around you protectively, asking what was wrong with a concerned pout. When you explained it was because you thought you were too heavy, he would give you those signature massive puppy eyes before turning super soft and reassuring. “That’s not true, you’re the perfect size for me. Besides, have you seen my muscles lately?” *flexes unseriously* If you were genuinely uncomfortable, he wouldn’t push it any further, but he would find ways to show you how much he adored you and loved having you close, on his lap or otherwise.

Jungkook: Jungkook is another fairly touchy member, so when you stop him from pulling you onto his lap one day, explaining your feelings and insecurities around your size, he’d turn it into his personal mission to show you how much of a non issue it actually is for the two of you. I see him taking little opportunities like when you’re cuddling or leaning over him to show off his strength by pulling you down or over top of him, even if it’s just for a second to make you laugh. He wants to show you that he’s more than capable of handling your weight and that he’s not the least bit phased by it, quite the opposite actually. He loves you and having you close in any and every capacity, whether that’s next to, on top of, or under him.

He would absolutely adore you, though. I see him becoming friends first, just based on his personality, instantly becoming each other's comfort person, but I also think it takes him a while to fully trust and let himself be open with someone. He tends to internalize a lot in favor of keeping things light and unserious, so if he allows himself to be vulnerable with you, you’re a member of one of the most elite clubs ever.

I know a lot people think he would maybe have quite a bit of ‘culture shock’, for lack of a better term, when it comes to things like the treatment of plus sized people, but as we’ve seen on his more recent solo content, he’s a lot more observant than we realize. Not to say there won’t be moments where he’s caught off guard or misses something passive aggressive, but I think he’s a lot better at navigating those situations than we’d expect.

Like, we’ve seen how he handles a lot social conventions and pressures, he very polite but genually dosen’t give a fuck. He’s really good at casually reassuring and defending you(like when he shut down the guy on run!Seokjin who was teasing his co-host). He knows what it's like to be judged only by how you look, and so I could see him being pretty defensive/protective over you at times because of that.

Would be the type to discreetly have clothes at his place that would fit you and waits to bring them out when the opportunity presents, like “oh you’re cold? Here, have this sweater!”

If topics like diets and weight loss make you uncomfortable, he would be very diligent about changing the topic, regardless of who was around. Your comfort is always his top priority no matter what.

He would love date nights in together where you can cook together. Even if you’re not into cooking necessarily, he’ll happily turn it into your own personal cooking show,(he would totally have one of those ‘kiss the chef’ aprons)

He’s surprisingly touchy-feely with you. Like it’s not even in a sexual sense, he just takes a great deal of comfort in feeling you in his hands. Love love loves laying on you, you’re his new favorite pillow, and he loves having you lay on him as well. He won’t hear of you trying to argue and say you’re too heavy, he thinks you’re perfect and he wants you on him at every possible opportunity.

Yoongi:

It’s well known that Yoongi’s very introspective and understanding. He’s the type of person where body size either doesn’t even cross his mind or he’s very conscious of it.

Not in a bad way, though. It’s moreso in the sense of yeah, he’s aware you’re bigger, but it’s usually just a simple detail about you like your hair or eye color. But if you’re having a bad body image day or someone’s trying to give you shit, he’s all over it before you can even blink, hyping you up and shutting down any negative comments.

On a more intimate one-on-one level, this mf doesn't give a single fuck about how you look. You could be dressed to the nines or vegged out in sweats on the couch and he would still be swooning over you

He loves how soft and squishy you are? Like we’re talking peak cat behavior with him laying on you, doing the squishy paw move as he buries his face in your chest. You’re basically his favorite napping spot and stim toy  

Always encourages you to eat well and not waste a thought on diets. You’ll come home after a shitty day and your favorite food/dessert will just be waiting in the fridge for you. He’ll play it off though if you ask him. 

“What’s this?”

“It was on sale at the store,” He replies, barely looking up from his phone. “Why? Do you not like that one anymore?” 

“No, I do-” 

“Good.” 

And that’s it, no questions, no admitting he went to three different stores to find it, just his secret little grin when he sees how happy it made you.

If you’re feeling bad about yourself, he always addresses it very quickly and simply, not wanting to dignify them much by giving them more of your time than absolutely necessary. Just "That's bullshit. I think the real issue we need to worry about is your eyesight, because if you think you’re anything other gorgeous, we need to get you some fucking glasses.” And that would be it, he’d give you a kiss on the head and walk away.

If it was really serious tho, he would listen and try to help and comfort you. He knows he's not gonna change how you feel with some grand gesture, it takes slow, consistent work, and he's committed to being there with you every step of the way reminding you how much he loves you.

He would 100% make sure that there are clothes you can wear in his closet but will never say anything about it. 

I imagine him being very clingy in the mornings, arm looped around your waist keeping you close. If you try to get up, he’ll yank you back into the bed, half-laying on top of you now like a stubborn cat, face buried in your chest as he grumbles about it being too early and you ‘can’t leave him here like this’(this being alone in bed).

Hobi:

As soon as he laid eyes on you, he was smitten. Everything about you just drew him in. Your eyes, your smile, your curves. God he bet you look beautiful when you danced…

Cut to Jimin smacking his arm to snap him back to reality and him immediately coming over to introduce himself.

There would be no friends first phase this time with Hobi, or if there is, it’s extremely brief because he genuinely can’t keep a secret worth shit, especially not when it involves how head over heels he is for you. Like, even he doesn’t fully understand it, you’re like his muse or something(Mona Lisa starts playing lol)

All that aside tho, I think he would have the most like random(?) hurdles to get over in regard to dating someone bigger? Not that he’s oblivious or anything, but I think growing up with the Korean beauty standard being drilled into their heads so much, he’s gonna have some slightly skewed perceptions and ideas about bigger bodies that he’d have to unlearn in order for the relationship to grow properly.

Like, there are just so many little things that affect bigger bodies that some people don’t seem to realize, like even something as simple as whether or not the chairs at a restaurant have arms, or if a shop has really narrow pathways can affect whether we can navigate those places or feel comfortable? Once he becomes aware of those things tho, he’s watching for them everywhere.

Is appalled at how restricted and isolated plus size fashion is. Like excuse the fuck outta you, his baby will be wearing whatever designer brand they want, even if he has to threaten a few of his brand deals to get his way(lowkey mafia au Hoseok right here, just saying)

I think the main place he might struggle would be if you had trouble with keeping up with his lifestyle. Like he’s constantly on the move, going to events, working on new projects, touring. It’s hard for even the fittest person to keep up with, let alone if you have mobility issues or get tired more easily. It might take some work to figure out the balance between the two of you, but it honestly helps him remember to breathe? Like it’s okay to not go at breakneck speed through everything,

Is your biggest hype man ever tho, always gushing over how gorgeous you look and how lucky he feels to have you in his life.

Gives you soo many happy squishy hugs. He’s such cuddly softie and you’re literally the perfect hug shape in his opinion, so you’re getting cuddled, snuggled, and squeezed at every opportunity

Namjoon:

Man has written too many lines about bigger/thicker partners in his songs for him not to be into plus sized partners, alright? Like the proof is literally there in black and white.

He’s definitely the type to be friends first, not for lack of interest in you, but because of his own hesitancies and trust issues. He’s had his trust betrayed enough in the past that he tends to keep people at arms length at first till he knows that he’s safe with them.

Once you’re together though, the man is obsessed with you. Like his hands are constantly resting or holding onto your hips and thighs or caressing the sides of your waist. Like for someone who’s claimed to not be very into skinship, he’s very into it with you.

It’s no secret that this dude is BUILT, okay? Like those arms are made for lifting and manhandling you about. And he loves that with a bigger partner he doesn’t have to be worried about breaking you. Goodness knows one good spank from him would probably send a person flying across the room if they don't have some sort of padding.

On a more innocent level though, he’s also very soft with you. You regularly end up staying up half the night talking about thoughts and feelings that you don’t usually feel safe or comfortable sharing with anyone else. He values intellectual intimacy even more than physical intimacy. 

I really see him dating someone in the arts, but maybe not necessarily in the music industry. He would enjoy a slight level of separation between your two worlds. Like if you’re an artist, one of the things he loves about going to events to support you is how in your spaces he’s “Y/n’s boyfriend”. Not RM, not BTS, just Namjoon. Your Namjoon.

I also think despite how observant and in tune he thinks he is, he would still catch himself falling for and having to unlearn certain fat stereotypes. Just like “My being fat does not inherently mean that I can cook.” “Right, sorry…”

Honestly I think he’s the most casual with his partner? Like he will accidentally call your bro or dude(or not accidentally, if you’re cool with it). There will be moments where he needs to talk about something and he'll just be like “Can I have a bro moment?” “Sure, *makes show of dabbing him up* whatcha need?”

He’s also soo fucking protective of you though, like he will not tolerate anyone even looking at you the wrong way. If you’re having a tough day or not feeling your best, he will do everything in his power to make you feel better, or at least make sure you know that he’s there for you.

Jimin:

Tbh, I think out of everyone, Chim would struggle the most with dating a bigger person. And most of it is because of his own internal complexes. 

Like he grew up doing a lot of martial arts and dance where there is such a focus on what your body can do and how it looks. That combined with how he’s been critiqued in the past for looking ‘chubby’(which is such bullshit, but anyone who has rounder features is labeled that way regardless of their actual weight bc people are dumb) it’s made him think far more critically and not constructively about body.

Despite his own issues, he has a very soft image about what he sees as beauty. One of my favorite clips is him telling Joon about how he saw this elderly couple and how their soft, caring manner for each other really resonated with something in his heart, and I think he really wants that for him and his partner as well. He wants a love that is gentle like that, where you are each other’s safe landing point.

Which is why I think that he would date a teddy bear. Like I’m picturing soft, kinda nerdy science teacher/librarian vibes(totally not leaning into his kindergarten teacher vibes lol). He’s drawn to your cozy aura, and loves how comfortable and safe you make him feel. Lowkey think it plays a little bit into a noona thing? But that’s a topic for another day lol.

Y’all definitely have the whiny boyfriend - calming partner vibe(I just picture that meme of Grizzy from we bear bears crushing NomNoms to his chest lol)

He’s lowkey soo protective of you tho? Like he knows that you can technically take care of yourself, but if you’re ever feeling uncomfortable, or if someone is treating you poorly, he’s stepping in and quietly, but effectively, shutting it down.

He borders on overprotecting you sometimes, though. Like how he doesn’t like anyone talking about dieting of things like that around you, because he’s aware of how toxic these cultures can be and how easily they can get under your skin, so he doesn’t want to even give them the chance. Doesn’t matter how many times you tell him you’re okay, he still worries and watches out for you everywhere you go.

He loves how casually intimate the two of you are. He’s always touching and caressing your hips or waist or arms, and is soo happy if you’re the same with him. Similar to Jin, there’s nothing even sexual about his touches(most of the time) he just loves feeling you close, each little touch is like a silent message between the two of you like “I see you, I love you”

Taehyung:

I totally see Tae dating a muscle mommy, bc he is baby. Like if you can carry him? Ooooh he’s gonna koala you soo fucking hard, lol. Loves being wrapped up in your arms more than almost anything else in the world.

He doesn’t really pay too much mind to your size honestly? At least on a surface level. He falls in love with your energy and personality first and then your body. Which yeah sounds cliche and a little frustrating honestly, but that’s just how he works. It might take him a while to realize that comparing you to statues and paintings from the renaissance doesn’t quite answer your question of if he finds you hot, but he catches on eventually.

He’s kinda obsessed with you tho honestly, he’s always touching and cuddling you, nuzzling into your chest or tummy, and leaving little kisses on any bare skin he happens across.

Gives extra love to the places he notices you’re more self-conscious about, tracing over your stretch marks or caressing your rolls with an almost reverent tenderness. 

Being with him is just so domestic tho? Like he is just this big ol' teddy bear(especially now that he’s bulked up from the military). He brings you flowers all the time, takes you out for brunch dates every weekend, buys y’all matching pajamas, etc

Loves how you take care of him, whether it’s making him dinner or just holding him when he’s feeling down. He feels soo safe and protected in your arms.

He really loves it though when you’re open and vulnerable with him. Being plus size, you tend to develop a thick skin to protect yourself because people, and society at large, can be ridiculously cruel. And so it’s a little harder to let people in sometimes. But with Tae, he wants nothing more than to be your soft safe place where you don’t have to pretend. It doesn’t matter what’s bothering you, he’s always ready and waiting with a hug no matter what, and it makes his heart swell with so much pride and love when you let be there for you. 

So soft and encouraging. He’s always doing cute little gestures to cheer you up, like the ‘when life gives tangerines’ pose thing. Anything he can do to get a smile out of you is worth it.

Jungkook:

I honestly think he would be in denial that he likes you at first? Not because of your size, he’s like this with everyone he likes. Like he flirts with you constantly, teases you, even engages a lot of casual skinship, but he always holds off on calling it anything more than friendship. He’s just afraid of commiting and then fucking things up, so he thinks it’s better to stay as just friends, until you finally corner him and get him to fess up.

I feel like he thinks he’s above having any sort of toxic perceptions of bigger bodies, until you call him out one day for some offhand joke or comment that he made. He may not have meant anything by it, just trying to tease you like he does his other friends, but once you explain how those comments come across and how they’ve been weaponized, he’s horrified and begging forgiveness. 

But once you get through those early rough patches, you have the biggest dork and hype man on your hands.

Quietly squeals and does lil happy hands every now and then because he randomly remembers like “omg, I'm dating this person!!”

Quietly supports everything you do. Like, he’ll hide outside the door when he hears you singing, having his own mini hype party for you, bc he knows if he comes in, you’ll get shy and stop.

He dotes on you all the time and is soo fucking touchy. He loves just laying on you, squishing your face in his hands and kissing you whenever you start to complain. He can’t help it, you’re just so soft and warm, he’s practically addicted to touching you.

He would work really hard to better educate himself about that actual science and facts about plus size bodies, and to try and be more in tune with your needs and any subjects that are particularly sensitive for you. 

But also, everybody know that boy is soo fucking strong. Like he we’ve seen how much time he spends training and building up his body, he would love being able to show off to you by picking you up and manhandling you just a little bit(or a lotta bit, hehe)

There were lots of things he had been reasessing in his life, from minor things like workout regimes, to bigger plans like the artistic direction he wanted to take his work in, but amongst all those things, one thing was clear, he wanted to be with someone. 

He hadn’t exactly said it in so many words, but it was clear to those closest to him. 

He’d struggled in the past to figure out what he wanted out of relationships; at first he wanted marriage and kids, at various other points he’d given up dating entirely. He still didn’t fully know what he wanted, but he was done trying to figure it out exactly and was trying to lean into his friend's advice and just embrace whatever opportunities came his way.

Which is why Hobi had abruptly decided one afternoon that they should go have lunch at his favorite cafe. He’d become a regular there following his discharge the year before and had quickly become friends with a few of the staff, including one who he was rather eager for Joon to meet, Y/n.

He’d been charmed by you from day one, with your easy-going attitude, Hobi knew the two of you would hit it off immediately if given the chance. You had a lot of similar interests and personality traits, and also the fact that he knew that you were very much Namjoon’s type, with your full curves and piercing eyes, he knew Joon would instantly be a goner.

Joon followed Hobi into the cafe on the fateful afternoon, not paying much attention at first, mostly admiring the design choices of the space, the light colors and simplistic furniture style giving the space a relaxed, cozy vibe. 

“Next- Hobi!” Your sudden enthusiastic tone of voice drew his attention back to the present, turning to see you and Hobi happily chatting together, freezing slightly as he took you in.

It was for just a couple seconds, but it was still long enough for you to tilt your head quizzically as he realized Hobi was introducing him and was waiting for him to say something.

"Sorry, uh, nice to meet you.” He said, fumbling his words slightly.

You smiled warmly. “You too.” 

You turned back to Hobi as he asked you about something, but Joon didn’t hear any of the conversation, his eyes fixed on you as you spoke and moved about, making orders with an almost hypnotic fluidity and grace.

Hobi elbowed him lightly, snapping him out of his daze. “You good bro?” He asked, handing him his drink with an amused smirk.

“‘M fine…” Joon mumbled, following him to the table, his eyes still flickering back to you now and then.

Something about you had caught him, he couldn't figure out what it was exactly, but it had taken less than five seconds for you to seemingly bewitch him. He barely even registered what Hobi was talking about, or the knowing look he kept casting his way with a smug grin, his attention being repeatedly drawn back to you for the rest of lunch.

Trying to play it off as they got up to leave.

“Bye, Y/n-ah, see you on friday, right?” Hobi called 

“I’ll be there, don’t worry.” You grinned at his reminder.

Joon perked up at that. “Friday?” He mumbled as they ducked out the door into the mid-summer drizzle.

“Yeah, my party? The one I’ve been talking about for weeks?” Hobi raised a brow at him.

“Oh yeah, right!” He nodded quickly.

“...You forgot?” He squinted at Joon.

“No, of course not.” Namjoon denied immediately.

“Mhm sure.” Hobi nodded.

Joon played it off, making a mental note to be there on friday, quietly hoping you were being sincere and would also be there and would get another chance to talk with you without embarrassing himself.

Friday came, and Joon found himself sat in the corner of the party, nodding along as Hobi was  telling a story from tour, only half listening if he was being honest, when his friend suddenly shot up out of his seat.

“Y/n-ah!” He squealed, weaving off through the crowd, returning a moment later half dragging you over to where he and Joon were sitting, instantly looping you into his and Joon’s conversation.

After a few minutes, Hobi quietly excused himself, leaving the two of you to talk amongst yourselves. 

He had expected to feel a little awkward with you, but he was finding it almost shockingly easy to talk to you, eagerly listening as you told him about your life.

You had taken the big scary plunge of moving to Seoul on your own, renting your friend's spare room while you worked at a cafe. It wasn’t exactly a dramatic, elaborate life, but it made you happy, and he found himself drawn into your stories with growing intrigue and amusement. He loved hearing you talk, the way you told stories with your hands, the way your face lit up as you spoke.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening together talking, completely oblivious to the rest of the world around you.

Following that night, he started coming by the cafe whenever he could, without being too obvious that he was only there to see you. The two of you clicked almost instantly, laughing easily during your short conversations. He couldn't help the little jolt in his chest every time he came through the door and spotted you, the feeling only intensifying when he saw how you perked up as you caught sight of him.

"Your usual?" You asked before he even got to the counter.

"Am I getting too predictable?" He asked with a grin.

You chuckled. "Eh, consistency's not necessarily a bad thing."

"Maybe, but still, I'll try something different today. What's your favorite?" He asked

"Ah, well now we have a problem." You say, causing him to raise a brow.

"Why?"

"Because I usually just get the same thing that you do," he couldn't help but grin at that, "or one of our flavored drinks that I know you won't like. "

"How do you know I won't?" He raised a brow.

"Because I always take your order and I know what you like." You smirked.

"Just tell me what it is."

"The mocha mint frappe." His nose scrunched up involuntarily, making you laugh. "See! I knew it!" You said. "You never order anything mint flavored."

He watched you for a moment, a faint smile pulling at his lips before he spoke again. "I'll try it."

What the fuck did I just say? It was hard to say who looked more surprised at his statement, him or you.

You blinked. "Seriously?"

He nodded, shrugging. "You like it, so I'll try it."

You eyed him for a moment, trying to ignore the way your heart did a tiny flip in your chest at his words, before nodding slowly. “Okay then.”

He went to his usual table while you made his drink, his eyes continually drifting back on you as always, only this time you caught him.

“You know if you’re having second thoughts, just say so.” You teased as you brought him his drink, thinking that that was why he was watching you.

He let out a huff of laughter. “I’m good, thanks.”

You turned and went back to the counter, glancing back just in time to see him take the first tentative sip, the nose scrunch from earlier coming back in full force and you couldn't stop the snicker that escaped your lips, drawing his eyes back to you, a fond look spreading across his face.

God, he wanted to make you laugh like that every chance he could.

He turned back to his laptop, working quietly until an americano was suddenly sat down in front of him.

He looked up to see your teasing grin.

“Stick with consistency.” You said simply, turning and going back to work without another word, oblivious to his goo-eyed stare following your every move.

Fuck, he was in over his head…

Things went much of the same way for the next couple months. The two of you hung out almost constantly in your free time, You wouldn’t lie, you had your moments of silently freaking out because ‘holy shit Kim Namjoon is my friend, this is soo fucking cool!’, but you’d reigned that in and as the two of you had gotten closer, it was surprisingly easy to forget that side of him. With you, he wasn’t some ultra famous rapper and artist, he was just your sweet friend, Namjoon.

Meanwhile, Joon had been having a much different experience.

While you were happily riding on the friendship parade, he had been having to fight his demons every day to avoid openly gawking at you because, “holy shit, god and karma are real and this girl is the proof, this is my reward for the past two years that I spent in hell” as he’d so eloquently phrased it to Hobi one drunken evening, who had been watching all of this unfold from the sidelines with the most shit-eating grin, because anybody with eyes could tell that his friend was down bad for you.

Everyone, apparently, except you.

You’re the perfect match for him, smart, funny, cute, loves music, argues with him in ways that make him think, not to mention he thinks you’re the living embodiment of Venus. 

You seemed more than content to just traipse through life, misconstruing his increasingly obvious gestures of affection as those of just a friend.

He would go out of his way to bring you lunch on your break, he would always compliment your outfit or if you changed your hair,  he would look out for you whenever you went out together to make sure nobody messed with you, he’d answer your texts at all hours of the night. The clues were there if you were paying attention, but you very clearly were not.

"Are you okay?” You asked, breaking him out of his revere.

“Huh? Y-yeah, ‘m fine.” He said quickly. “Why?”

“You were kinda zoning out there a bit, didn’t know if something was on your mind…"

It was late, the cafe was technically closed, but Joon had gotten into the habit of staying late while you closed up so he could walk you home.

You’d already shut part of the lights off, leaving you in a cozier, dim light as the two of you finished your drinks.

“No, it’s nothing, just tired I guess.” He mumbled. ‘Just wondering what your lip balm tastes like-’

You weren’t entirely convinced, but you let it slide for now. “So are you going to Hobi’s thing this weekend?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He sighed, leaning back in his chair with a groan. “I bailed on the last one, he’ll have my ass if I miss another.”

“Sweet, then at least I’ll have someone to talk to other than Jimin.” You replied. “Maybe I can play wingman for someone.”

“Oh yeah?” He raised a brow at you. “And who would that be?”

“I dunno, maybe someone incredibly sweet and caring, and handsome, and who despite writing love songs for a living has about as much success in the dating field as I do.” 

He let out a huff. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked in mock offense.

“It means I’m tired of watching you mope around here every night when you could be out with someone who makes you happy.” You said

“You make me happy.” He mumbled.

“That’s not what I mean.” You said. “I mean like romantically.” 

So did I… He sighed. “It’s not that easy.”

“It could be though, I mean look at us.” You gestured between the two of you. “You’re good with me, we just need to find you something like this with someone who’s your type.”

‘You mean like you!?’ He pressed his lips together tightly to keep from blurting out.

“What about you?” He asked, spinning the question around. “Why aren’t you seeing anyone?” 

“Ha! Yeah right!” You scoffed. “You know my dating pool is a puddle.”

He frowned at your words. He hated anytime you thought about yourself in any sort of depreciating light.

“What are you talking about? Don’t say that, you’re gorgeous!” He said, looking at you.

“Yeah, okay…” You said quietly, trying to ignore the warmth that his words caused to rise up in your cheeks.

“I mean it,” He said sincerely. “Anybody would be lucky to have you, and anyone who makes you feel otherwise should go fuck themselves. You’re smart and beautiful and funny and… nice…” He paused, a flush appearing on his cheeks as he realized how he probably sounded.

“‘Nice’?” You quirked a brow at him. “What does ‘nice’ mean?”

He let out a nervous chuckle, averting his eyes as he realized he’d caught himself up in his own words. 

“You know what I mean,” He said, trying to brush it off. “You have a nice figure. You’re… well-proportioned. ”

“‘Well-proportioned’.” You repeated, watching his flustered state with amusement. “Damn, if this is how you flirt, I think we’re starting to understand why you’re still single.”

He rolled his eyes. “Shut up, smart ass.” He said, trying to brush your comment off, but he could feel the warmth in his cheeks.

“No, c’mon, Mr.Songwriter,” I pressed, trying to get a rise out of him. “I’ve read some of the stuff you’ve written in that notebook, you can be a smooth motherfucker when you wanna be, where’s that guy?”

He deliberated, staring at you for a long moment before speaking again. 

“Aright, fine.” He said, giving you a cocky smirk, leaning in close so that you were now trapped between him and the wall.

“Do you even know how much you drive me crazy? Everytime I look at you, I lose my train of thought. There’s just something about you that just draws me in like a moth, I can’t look away. With those gorgeous eyes, those perfect lips...” He leaned in ever closer, his breath ghosting over your face as he murmured. “And those fucking curves that make me wanna fall to my knees everytime I look at you…”

You stared up at him wide eyed, his smooth sultry words causing your brain to cease functioning for a moment before you managed to blink, clearing your throat nervously.

“S-see? That was-, that was good.” You stammered. “If you just do that at the party, I know you’ll win over any girl…”

You turned away abruptly to finish closing up, trying to calm the frantic pounding in your chest, hoping he didn’t notice how flushed and heated your face had become.

Joon dropped his head in frustration. “... yeah, thanks Y/n…”

“You’re hopeless, you’re absolutely goddamn hopeless.” Yoongi exclaimed the next day as Joon sulkingly described what had happened. 

He was sitting with him and Hobi in the genius lab, trying to work on an upcoming song while also trying to understand Joons inability to make you see what was glaring you right in the face.

“Seriously, dude, you should’ve just said something right then last night.” Hobi said.

“The timing wasn’t right.” He argued weakly.

“The timing’s never right!” Yoongi exploded. “I swear to God, I bet you could stand in front of her and just straight up say “I love you”, and she'd call you a good friend…”

Hobi let out a laugh in spite of himself, trailing off as he saw Joon’s pained expression.

“Wait, really?” he asked, causing Joon to bury his face in his hands with a low groan.

“Last week.” He mumbled through his hands.

“Shit…” Hobi shook his head, stunned at just how oblivious you were to Joon’s infatuation. “I’m sorry, man, I had no idea.” He said sympathetically. 

“Neither does she, apparently!” He shot back, still muffled by his hands. “What do I doooo?”

“You’re just gonna have to be blunt.” Yoongi said. “Because she’s either clueless or playing dumb to avoid making things weird by turning you down. But you’re not gonna know either way unless you put it out there, point blank.”

“He’s right…” Hobi nodded. “I know you’re waiting for a better time, but there’s no time like the present, bro…”

Joon sighed, staring down at his shoes, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, maybe…” 

He excused himself quickly, deciding to head home early, cutting through the park as he walked to try and help clear his head, thinking over everything that had happened and what the guys had said.

As he was walking along near the river, he was hit by a few spiteful raindrops, a late summer downpour threatening its arrival overhead, the low rumble of thunder reminding him of how you mentioned once how you liked watching the storms out the window of your apartment.

Everything seemed to remind him of you.

Dammit

He stopped, turning on the spot and taking off in the direction of your building, not paying the rain the least bit of attention. If he didn’t say it now, he didn’t know when he would ever get the nerve again.

By the time he turned up at your friend’s door, he was in the middle of a torrential downpour, soaked to the bone, but he could not care in the least..

“Joon? I- what the fuck are doing, you’re soaked!” You asked in alarm as you opened the front door..

“I’m an idiot.” He blurted out, out of breath.

“Excuse me?” You blinked at him, baffled.

“I’m an idiot, and you’re blind as fuck!”

You stared at him. 

“...Okay, this had better be going somewhere-” You started.

“I’ve been trying to pour my heart out to you and find any way I could think of to make you understand how I feel, but nothing seems to get through your thick skull and I can’t take it anymore!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” You shot back in confusion.

“I. Am. In. Love. With. You!” He spelled out, exasperated. “I’ve been in love with you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. You’re all I think about and I can’t stand not being near you, because you… You’re it, you’re… you’re everything…” He tailed off, 

You stood there shock still, your brain struggling to process his words. Suddenly every weird moment between you, every little gesture over the past few months, it was glaringly obvious, and all you could manage in that moment was a small, dumbstruck "Oh..."

“Yeah...”

The two of you stared at each other, the silence deafening as you both struggled to figure out what to do now.

He wanted to hide, to run away, to scream, just something, but he stayed rooted to the spot, staring at you, praying that he hadn’t just absolutely destroyed everything between the two of you.

You blinked, at a loss for words, before stepping forward slowly, doing the only thing you could think of in that moment, taking his face gently in your hands, holding his gaze for a loaded second, giving him the chance to pull away, before pressing the softest of kisses to his lips.

The faint brush of your lips on his was enough to break him out of his frozen state, his arms immediately wrapping around you, the intensity of his feelings taking over his rationality as he leaned in, chasing your mouth with a near desperate need, crushing your lips together in a nearly frantic kiss, the past months of pining after each suddenly pouring out in a single moment as he held you tight in his arms.

He forced himself to pull back, meeting your eyes with a wild intensity, his restraint holding on by a fucking thread.

"Are… are you sure you want this?" His breath came out in ragged pants as he spoke softly, his gaze dark, desire and love mixing into an expression that sent a shiver down your spine. 

Nodding frantically, you closed the gap again, claiming his mouth eagerly.

He groaned loudly against your lips, his body responding immediately to your touch, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair, holding you close as desire took over his rational mind, pressing you against the nearest wall.

"You don’t know how long I've wanted to kiss you, touch you, hold you like this..." He whispered, his voice almost a growl.

"... then do it..." You whimpered against his mouth, tangling your tongue with his as you pressed even closer, one of your hands slipping into his hair and giving it a sharp tug.

He moaned at the feeling of your hand in his hair, the sound low and primal. He was losing himself in you, completely intoxicated by your touch and taste. his hands roaming your body, exploring every luscious curve and contour as he kissed you with an intensity that was almost feral.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air, and his lips moved to the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point before sucking and licking at the area, leaving a mark as he mumbled against your skin.

"I want you. I need you. right now." He spoke between kisses, his voice rough and needy.

"Joon…" You panted, brain struggling to form a coherent thought, already so overwhelmed by him, his touch.

He let out a low moan at the sound of his name on your lips, it was like music to his ears. He continued to kiss and suck along your neck, his hands slipping beneath your shirt to touch the soft, warm skin of your waist.

"Say it again..." He whispered, his voice ragged and husky. "Say my name again."

"J-joon… please…" You whimpered out, hands coming down to clutch his arms as his hands explored under my shirt, shivering from the contact.

He felt his heart clench at the sight of you, so gone for him already from just his touch. He felt almost overwhelmed himself, undone by your words, your moans, hell just your presence.

He could feel your body pressed against him, your glorious softness against his hardness, and it was driving him wild.

He growled softly, the last of his control snapping as he crushed his lips to yours, claiming your mouth in a rough kiss, pulling you close and steering you backwards towards the bedroom.

He kicked the door shut with his foot, backpedaling you to the bed, hands working frantically at the buttons of your shirt, trying to get it off you as quickly as possible.

“God, I-, fuck!” As he pushed you back onto the bed, he tried to climb on after you, missing the mattress with his knee and toppling to the floor next to the bed.

“Are you okay?!” You asked, scrambling to sit up, out of breath, staring down at him in concern.

“Yeah..” He groaned, sitting back up onto his knees.

You both stared at each other for a long moment before slowly dissolving into laughter, Joon crawled closer, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning his head against your chest as he laughed, his face red with embarrassment.

“So much for the moment.” You giggled, stroking his hair gently. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, sorry.” He chuckled, nuzzling your neck softly, kissing your skin tenderly.

The two of you sat there quietly, just leaning on each other, savoring the simple intimacy of the moment.

“Soo, does this mean that we’re dating, or was this just like a one time thing for the dramatics?” You asked, with a look of genuine curiosity. 

He pulled away, gaping up at you.

“I’m just kidding!” You laughed, hugging him tightly to your chest.

Lord give him the strength…