#bap drabble

Pairing: Dragon Yongguk x Royal Reader

Genre: Angst, Action

Word Count: 1.6K

Faster.

Faster. 

You must be faster, but nature is set against you. Bushes and branches tear at your face and limbs. Underfoot, rocks and dips in the earth threaten to bring you down. Even your own body is ready to betray you. The muscles in your legs and lungs are on fire, but you demand more. So much depends on you.

The howls and thrashing sounds are getting closer. They are fresh whereas your energy has been spent searching for the past three days. If they catch you, it’s not only over for you, but for your family and your kingdom as well. Your world as you know it will end if you can’t find him. If you can’t convince him to help.

The ground beneath your foot gives way and sends you tumbling down the hill. Your fingernails claw and break on dirt and grass, but you can’t stop yourself. Your back slams into a tree trunk. A black darker than the night threatens to steal your vision.

Fighting the pain, you stagger to your feet using the tree and gritting your teeth against the pain. You realize you’re just outside a small meadow. The grass that  glows white in the moonlight seems to reach toward a small boulder in the clearing’s center.

As your vision clears, the boulder comes more into focus. It’s not a boulder at all, but a roughly carved. The dark stone roils with storm clouds and weaving in and out of them is a long-bodied beast. A dragon.

You found him.

Request: Would you be able to do a Zelo X Hufflepuff? I’m not even sure if you’re like really into Harry Potter and I’m not quite sure what house he’d be either (possibly Slytherin but also maybe a Hufflepuff???? I don’t even know). Thank you so much tho!!

Pairing: BAP Zelo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

You plopped into the grass near the whomping willow and heaved a large sigh. Perhaps if you moved just a hair closer, it would crush you to death.

Death had to be better than this feeling in your stomach.

Picking idly at a few strands of grass, you looked up wearily to the groups of students waddling off into the distance.

Hogsmeade weekend.

You turned your gaze to the lake, thinking maybe if you threw yourself into its depths, you’d be rid of the anxiousness clutching your chest.

It wasn’t fair.

You were muggle born, which was a difficult enough situation to handle at a wizarding school, but you were also a muggle born who could never convince your parents to sign any permission slip you brought home from “that school.”

They didn’t understand why you wanted to blend in with “those people” so badly, just like you didn’t understand why they had such an issue with your participation. Either way, it was a losing situation (mostly for you) so here you sat.

Chewing on your lip, you looked up again to various couples wandering off into the distance.

And then there was him.

Squinting your eyes to better focus, you recognized the face of the older boy, but only vaguely. He was much taller than you, sporting bright, honey-colored hair, and a forest green jumper. The small stud in his nose reflected the sunlight, making his already handsome face dazzle just a little bit more. What was his name again?

He remained unmoving as he narrowed his eyes at you, the one buoy in the ocean of students around him. Why wasn’t he heading in the direction of Hogsmeade, and more importantly, why was he looking at you?

After a stalemate between the two of you simply sizing each other up from afar, he made forward motion in your direction, causing your heart to stall. Your eyes darted back and forth to further confirm that you were the only person positioned this far toward the Forbidden Forest. Surely, he thought you to be someone else. Your mind worked tirelessly to find any interaction you may have had with him but kept coming up blank.

Just as you thought you were going to have to deal with some sort of confrontation (judging by the look of sheer determination on his features) he stopped again. Spinning on his heel, he was greeted by several of his friends patting him on the back and pointing him back toward the direction in which everyone was travelling. Glancing over his shoulder at you once last time, he nodded to them before matching them in step.

How strange.

You shook your head, trying to rid your thoughts of the odd interaction. Yes, he thought you were someone else, and by closer inspection realized that.

But then why didn’t he stop until his friends called him?

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You picked at your breakfast sleepily and stifled a yawn. Only barely able to follow along with the conversation your friends were having, you glanced lazily to the ceiling as the owl post began to arrive. You tried to keep your eyes from rolling as you focused more closely on your food.

The other perk of being a muggle in the wizarding world with unsupportive parents was very little mail. You had come to terms with that situation years ago. It bothered you much more as a first year, but now it was a morning routine you chose to ignore. On occasion, your wizarding friends would send you things through the in-school mail system, or their parents would send you fresh baked treats from home. If only your parents understood how kind the families of your friends had been, maybe they’d understand a fraction of the warmth you experienced daily. Maybe they’d even send you some comforts from home as well.

If you kept your hopes low, you were always pleasantly surprised when something did drop short of your dining plate.

Just like today.

A package thudded softly before you, causing you to breath in sharply. Narrowing your eyes, you quickly noticed there was no return address. You gave a sidelong glance to your friends who were still caught in their own conversation, no parcels landing near them.

Picking up the light box, carefully wrapped in brown paper, you surveyed it for any signs of where it may have come from. Judging by the stamps and scrawl across the front, it looked to be sent in-house.

It wasn’t your birthday and the holidays were still months away. Why would any of your friends be sending you things through the owl post that they couldn’t just give you?

With trembling fingers, you began to pluck at the paper and reveal the box beneath. By this point, your friends had stopped talking and decided to focus on you instead.

“Who’s that from?” your closest friend asked, lifting her brows. You gave a small shrug as you lifted the lid of the parcel, revealing the contents.

“What is this?” you grumbled, sifting through packing paper. You pulled out one item after another. Small gifts quickly peppered the table. You recognized some items to be wizarding sweets, but you were at a complete loss for half of the others.

“A pygmy puff!” your friend squeaked, poking happily at a small cage you had pulled out. Tilting it to the side, you noticed the large, purple poof of hair rolling around the cage and squeaking frantically.

“A pygmy what?” you croaked.

“It’s a miniature puffskein!” your friend grinned. “They sell them at the joke shop!”

Your friend lifted a few more items closer to her face. “Matter of fact, it looks like a lot of these items are from the joke shop. And Honeydukes!”

“Can we backtrack?” you sighed. “So, you’re telling me I was just delivered a living creature I am now caring for?”

You wiggled your finger into the cage with the pygmy who gave a delighted squeak. You couldn’t help but smile as you patted it lightly on what you thought to be its head.

“They’re really adorable pets,” your friend nodded. “I have one in the common room. His name is Tobias.”

“Right,” you chuckled. “So, you were saying? Joke shop? Honey smokes?”

“Honeydukes,” she corrected. “They’re shops in Hogsmeade.”

“Hogsmeade?” you asked, lifting your brows. “I’ve never been. Why would someone send me things from Hogsmeade?”

Your friend gave you a sly smile. “Maybe because you’ve never been.”

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You leaned back onto the grass and sighed, letting your pygmy puff roll around in the grass. He was a happy, little companion, and you couldn’t thank your secret gift giver enough.

Whoever it was must have known how lonely things could get when you were left alone.

And you were absolutely no closer to figuring out who that gift giver was. After ruthlessly harassing your friends, all of them insisted that they had no hand in the package that had been sent to you that day. And even under the suspicious circumstances, the parcels continued to come.

Against your better judgement, you continued to accept them.

You chuckled to yourself as you heard your pygmy enter a squeaking frenzy as he scurried up your arm and buried himself into your neck. Only until the sun shining down on you had been blocked, did you bother to open your eyes.

“Mind if I sit?” an unfamiliar voice questioned.

You opened one eye, squinting through the sun to only be able to make out a dark figure looming above you.

“You don’t have to ask my permission,” you sighed as you hoisted yourself up to lean on your elbows. Blinking a few times, your eyes finally settled on the face of the blonde boy you had all but forgotten from weeks before.

“I thought it may be polite since I’m sitting so closely,” he grinned, plopping beside you.

“It’s you,” you croaked, knowing you must have sounded ridiculous.

“And who am I exactly?” he asked, lifting his brows. You immediately felt hot with embarrassment.

“No idea,” you managed, inspecting every inch of his face. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, so you had assumed that’s where he should be instead of lounging beside you.

“Zelo,” he said shortly. “My name is Zelo. I’m a seventh year, Hufflepuff.”

So that’s why he smelled like baked goods.

You nodded in response, unsure of how you should continue. Introduce yourself? Your house?

“And you’re Y/N,” he said softly. He looked down to his hands, nervously fidgeting with his fingers as the words escaped his mouth.

“I am,” you hummed, furrowing your brows. “And how do you know that?”

“I’ve seen you around,” he continued quietly. “I guess you noticed me coming over to talk to you the other day?”

“I did,” you nodded. “You looked…concerned?”

“I was wondering why you were out on the lawn,” he admitted. “And not heading to Hogsmeade with everyone else. See, when I said I’ve seen you around…maybe I’ve…paid more attention to you when you are around?”

“And that means…?” you trailed.

“I don’t know really,” he chuckled, rubbing a hand across his neck. He was nervous, you could tell by his movements.

And it was so endearing.

“If I had to guess,” he continued. “I may have…accidentally taking an interest in you.”

“Accidentally?” you coughed. “That makes it sound like a bad thing.”

“Oh no!” he gasped. “No, no, I mean, I didn’t intend to really take an interest in anyone at school. It just seems easier that way, but when I saw you…well, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Is that so?” you chuckled, amused by his small confession.

“And then when I saw you not heading to Hogsmeade, I realized you must not have had your permission slip signed,” he sighed. “And I had heard from some friends that your parents were…nonwizarding folk…so I then also realized that you had never experienced some of the wonderful things that you could have been experiencing.”

“The packages,” you said slowly, your eyes growing wide with realization. You subconsciously reached up to pat your pygmy puff. “It was you.”

Zelo looked down with an embarrassed smile. “Guilty.”

“You didn’t have to send me gifts,” you whispered. You suddenly felt like a charity case. “If you were feeling sorry for me…”

“I’ve never felt sorry for you,” he said quickly, his head snapping up to look at you. “You send the person you like small gifts when you’re trying to date them, don’t you? So, I thought I’d wow you with things you’ve never seen before.”

“You’re…you’re trying to date me?” you croaked. Your face was growing hot again.

“I…well, uh,” he stammered, his cheeks red with blush. “I guess, yeah. That’s kind of what I’ve been building up to this whole time.”

After a moment of silence that seemed to go on for an eternity, you finally offered up a reprieve.

“Thank you for Aberforth,” you said quietly. “He’s good company.”

“Aberforth,” Zelo chuckled quietly. “Are you…are you may be looking for other types of company as well?”

“Meaning, non-purple-haired, human company?” you smiled softly as you glanced his way. He was smiling as well.

“Exactly what I mean.”

“Perhaps,” you nodded. “But I would love to get to know that company a little better first.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Zelo grinned. “You think Aberforth would allow us a stroll around the lake?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be leaving for Hogsmeade soon?” you questioned.

“Worried you won’t get another package?” Zelo laughed.

“No!” you gasped, pushing him lightly on the arm. “I don’t want to hold you up.”

love the cheeky lil’ moon emoji you attached there🌙 I’m about to get my second tattoo done sometime in the near future and I’m hella excited! For the drabble, I went with the tattooed significant other trope, but if you pictured something else, let me know!~ 

“Does getting a tattoo really hurt?”

Questions out of the blue were an everyday thing, so you weren’t surprised by that one. Looking over at Jongup who was still fully immersed in one of his phone games, you rose a brow, thinking of the best possible approach to this.

“No, it feels like a gentle stroke across your skin. Tickles a little.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he said in his most sarcastic yet monotone voice ever and at that the conversation abruptly ended. You chuckled a little, not surprised at all how quickly he managed to revert form any sort of situation. That was Jongup in his truest, rawest form. Either babbling uncontrollably or getting quiet real quick, no in between. You wanted to know the origins of such curiosity though, and didn’t intend to just let it slide.

“Why’d you ask?”

Out of curiosity could be an opinion, but by just looking at him you knew that wasn’t the case. His head was probably full of a whole trail of thought you had absolutely no idea of, something he’d gone over a few times already before asking.

“Just thought about it all of a sudden. It can’t possibly hurt that much if there’s so many people getting them done.. Like you, for example.”

You knew Jongup loved your tattoos. It was a thing he’d never said out loud but if was so damn obvious by the way he’d inspected every single one of them, had managed to sneakily pull out the backstories of all those during random conversations and just generally showed them appreciation every time an inked patch of skin poked out from any piece of your clothing. A generous amount of looks was an everyday thing, and they could range from simply curious to admiring to seductive to anything else really.

“Considering one for yourself?”

“Hm,” he let out, uncertain about his answer first before finally adding, “I have a feeling like I’ll never purposefully sit down to come up with like a design, or an idea for a tattoo or anything.. But I’d get one done if there was ever like an on-spot opportunity, if it would, like, come by on it’s own.. Do you know what I mean?”

“Like at a random night out with friends when one of them screams out “let’s get inked”?”

“Sort of,” he said after thinking for a little longer, his eyes fixating back on his phone screen, “Like a memory of something, not necessarily a visual masterpiece, but, yeah.. When there’s enough emotion in the moment for me to realize that I don’t want to forget it.”

With that, the conversation had ended, but he’d sure given you enough material to spark up your imagination.

You know, his Skydive getup suited him well.. With those sharp cat-like eyes of his, the way he simply couldn’t be bothered sometimes, his many different more or less spot on or sometimes plainly questionable fashion choices… He’d look good with an inked patch of skin or two. You just imagined it, and couldn’t get the picture out of your head for a while. But the possibilities of that ever happening were slim, and you weren’t about to pressure him or say anything to him about it. He was fine the way he was, and as long as he was open-minded about others having tattoos, you had no complaints. 

Life went on and time kept passing rapidly. A few new letters here and there, a few little scribbles and symbols, and there was more ink on you for him to admire now. He still didn’t say a thing, didn’t look surprised when you showed a new little tattoo off to him, just stole more or less subtle glances, let his fingers loose to trail across them and such.. It was the same sort of silent appreciation you’d known from him for years. And it was that way until your three year anniversary, when he flew the two of you to LA to spend a head-spinning weekend together. 

It had been a long day of adventure and the two of you were walking down a less busy street hand in hand at 2 AM, sipping on drinks and enjoying the view of the big city, when all of a sudden his hand moved away from holding yours and traveled a little higher up your forearm, exposing one of your tattoos to his view and to the cool night air.

His fingers trailed over it a few times and he looked up at you, meeting your slightly puzzled stare to why he was acting so strange all of a sudden.

“I want to get a tattoo.”

“Now?” you arched a brow at him, surprised at such a turn of events. There was an untypical spark in his eyes and his voice carried a sense of thrill for adventure. It was an important decision and he voiced it so lightly that you had concerns of him regretting it later on.

But he just glanced around the street, then back at you. As if checking if everything was real and he wasn’t mistaken.

“This is memorable. I want to get something to remember that we’ve once been here and walked these streets together, and that at this moment I sort of realized there ain’t anyone out there whom I could possibly love more than you… Not that I didn’t figure any of that out earlier, I just.. Kind of feel this way right now, and want to capture it,” his stare that had met the ground for a second trailed back up, looking into your eyes completely calmly as if he hadn’t just dropped a complete emotional bomb on you a second ago, “Would that be enough of a reason?”

“Don’t try to hide up the fact that you basically just confessed eternal love to me,” you blurted out, seeing how he smiled at you cheekily and took your hand back in his, continuing to walk further down the street but not before planting a quick kiss on your lips, as if to seal the statement, “Whatever you feel is right should be the right choice…”

“Will you get one if I get one?”

You definitely could. Looking back at all the good times you’d spent with him, you couldn’t help but smile a little. Being with him has made you so much happier, and he didn’t really need an answer to this question. You thought he knew it was pretty self-explanatory.

“So, are any local tattoo patrols open at 2 AM, or..”

“Not really sure about that,” you admitted to him, intrigued by how this could turn out all of a sudden. All these silent years of appreciation… Maybe he’d thought about this already, who knows? But maybe it really was in the moment emotion. Nonetheless, you were excited to see both the process and the result.

(Admin: WWT, I started this a year ago and just finished it so I kinda forgot what  I was writing)

“Because I love you,” the words fly out of your mouth before you can truly grasp what you’ve said, both of you tense up instantly, you drop your head avoiding eye contact with him, “I mean-” you cut yourself off.

The tension is heavy between the two of you, you can’t see Yongguk but you can tell, you can practically hear the gears turning in his head trying to process your words. You expect him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t he walks silently to the door, leaving. You brush your hair away from your face, the tears that had previously been held back by the tensing of your body flowing freely down your cheeks. You slide down against the wall bringing your knees to your face, your arm hiding your eyes; there was no one in, there to hide your tears from but you do it anyway.

You want to disappear you want to curl up and die—why of all the things you could’ve shouted for being your reason why I love you. Yes, you mean it but that’s not what he wants to hear; he doesn’t want to hear that his best-friend that he’s known for as long as he can remember has feelings for him. Part of you wishes he would have thought you had meant a friend type love or at least pretended to think that’s the way you mean it. You hit your head on the wall behind you letting out heavy sighs. Your mind is racing a million miles a minute, you can’t call him and explain yourself, you can’t backtrack, you can’t pretend it didn’t happen.

“Let’s talk,” the sound of the door opening and Yongguk’s voice come almost simultaneously startling you, Yongguk lets out a heavy sigh sliding down next to you on the wall, neither of you knows what to say the air is still tense.

“It’s not like you knowing changes anything,” your voice shows that you’ve given up, “you don’t love me, you’re still leaving,” you say lulling your head tiredly to the side, “that’s the conclusion I’ve come to,” you mimic his words from the fight earlier he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip letting out a huff.

“Even if I do love you, I’m still going to leave,” Yongguk says under his breath, “so what was the point of telling me?” Yongguk mutters glancing towards you before turning back quickly to his hands.

“I wanted to be selfish, for once,” you pull yourself to your feet walking away from the wall and stretching your arms over your head, “if that’s all you wanted you should just leave now,” you say softly dropping your head down you hadn’t noticed Yongguk had stood up until he grabs your arm turning you to face him.

“What should I do?” Yongguk asks hesitantly his eyes scanning your face, you pull your arm away from his grip.

“You already know what you’re going to do, why are you asking me?” you glance down at your floor, “you already know what I want you to do, that’s why we fought,” you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, “just go home,” you say softly pushing him towards the door half-heartedly.

This week is Boyfriend Material Week! Each day I’ll put out a one-shot with one of my favorite idols - each day picking someone different. Who will be boyfriend material tomorrow?

Genre: Date Night Fluff x Hint of Smut

Pairing: Daehyun (B.A.P) x Reader

“Honey! I’m home!” you announced, dropping your keys by the door and kicking your shoes off. 

You walked down your entryway, wondering where Daehyun was when you saw a flash of a man run from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“Hold on! I forgot my towel!” Daehyun yelled.

You couldn’t help but laugh because this was not the first time this had happened.

You and Daehyun had been living together for a few months now, deciding to after you’d been dating for a year. It had definitely been a transition. You weren’t a huge sweets person and he needed at least one cheesecake in the fridge at all times. You tended to hold things in if you were upset and he would have to pry them out of you so you would talk them out. But even if you fought, you could never stay mad at each other for too long.

It was like you’d just started the rest of your lives. You weren’t married, but you sure acted like it sometimes. You had one calendar you both used, you traded off who did the laundry or dishes or cleaning, and you had already gotten over the hurdle of meeting his members.

But enough about your domestic bliss, tonight was date night. 

“Y/N! You’re home early!” you heard Daehyun yell from behind your bedroom door. Popping his head around the door, he continued “And I was going to surprise you.”

“Well, I can promise you I was still surprised,” you answered, wiggling your eyebrows at him as you walked toward the bedroom.

“Wait you can’t come in!”

“What? Why not? I want to get into comfy clothes,” you said.

“Because it’s not ready yet!” 

You waited, leaning against the wall next to your bedroom door as you could hear Daehyun doing who knows what inside. You were getting ready to pull a bobby pin from your hair to attempt to pick the lock when he opened it, diving for a kiss before you could even respond.

“Welcome home,” he said after pulling back. 

Your eyes fluttered back open and your hands moved to pull him back to you to finish what he’d started. He wrapped his arms around your middle, smiling into your kiss and breathing you in. 

Pulling back on your own this time, you answered “It’s good to be home. Now care to tell me just what you were doing in our room?”

With a barely contained smile on his face, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into your room.

“Happy Friday Night Date Night, Y/N!”

You were shocked. And you were sure you must have been making some kind of face because you could hear Daehyun laughing at you. But what else did he expect?

He’d turned your entire room into a fort. Your bed was covered in blankets and pillows, like usual since you both loved be comfortable, but so was just about every spot on the floor. You walked around, seeing the candles on the dresser and finally hearing the soft R&B songs playing in the background.

As you got closer to the bed, you noticed some new clothes laid out on the bed. Fingering the lace and silk, you slid your eyes sideways to look at Daehyun who was looking back at you hungrily.

“I just thought you’d like something comfy and new to sleep in after your long week at work.” Daehyun said, coming up behind you and sliding your hair off to one side so he could pepper kisses along the nape of your neck.

Your breath hitched and you couldn’t stop your smile as you said “Something tells me you don’t want me putting this on right now.”

His low chuckle in your ear caused you to shiver as he said “I’ll help you with that later. Much later.”

...

“You know, the bed would probably be much more comfortable,” you said from the floor.

“But the bed is for sleeping,” Daehyun said, snuggling into you as he pulled yet another floor blanket around you both. “And we weren’t sleeping a little bit ago.”

You were glad the candles were low and that his face was resting on your chest so he couldn’t see your blush. You ran your fingers through his hair, down the back of his neck, and started drawing patterns across his shoulders.

“You know, this probably would’ve been a fun fort to watch movies in before... I mean if we hadn’t... you know..” you said, blushing even more as you realized you couldn’t make yourself say it out loud.

“You mean if we hadn’t destroyed it already?” Daehyun said, picking his face up to smirk at you as you tried to look away. 

“I mean I don’t know if I would have put it that way,” you said, trying to bury your face under the blankets.

Daehyun just laughed and pulled them back, lifting himself over you and caging you in with his arms.

“You know, I think you’re right. The bed would be more comfortable.”

Looking into his eyes, your whole body started to heat up as you teased him, “Oh? So you’re ready to go to bed?”

Daehyun lowered his lips toward yours, inch by inch, until your noses were touching. His breath fanned out across your cheeks and you couldn’t help your eyes closing, expecting his kiss any moment.

When it didn’t come, you opened your eyes again, only to see him looking at you softly. 

“How did I get so lucky with you?” he whispered.

Your gaze softened and you reached a hand up to brush his hair off of his forehead. You tilted your head enough to press a kiss against his nose and said the only thing you could think of, the only thing that mattered.

“I love you, too.”

//

Anon asked: Can I request for the Halloween writing vampire jongup angst and light smut please?? Thank you lots 💗

We love a slightly smutty sister (I hate myself. Why would I say that)

Jongup is a precious soul and he holds a very special place in my heart. I really hope you like this! I had a lot of fun writing it... I kind of made him a jerk in this, but its just where my brain let me on this one. I hope its kind of what you wanted!

-Admin Lionheart

Moon Jongup. He was one of the only people that you hated with all you might. Ever since you were kids, he was your biggest bully. No matter where you went or what you did, he was right there with you, tea singing you about something new. That’s why you couldn't wait to get out of this stupid town; get away from him. 

“You’re leaving?” You heard a familiar and unwanted voice say.

“What do you care?” You snapped, turning around to face Jongup. He had his signature stupid smirk on his lips that made you want to punch his stupid face.

“I can’t let my little play thing get away from me, can I? Who am I going to tease if you leave?” He said, stepping closer to you.

“Don’t know, don’t care.” You said, standing your ground. “I’m sure it won’t be hard to find someone else to torture. I guarantee I’m not the only person you treat this way, so you can just go bug one of them all the time instead of me.”

“But you’re my favorite... nobody tastes as good as you do.” He said, wrapping a hand around you neck. Oh, yeah, Jongup wasn’t only a bully, but he was also a vampire. Yay. 

“I’m not a blood bag, Jongup. Leave me alone.” You said, pushing him away from you and turning on your heels to go home. You didn't expect for him to actually leave you alone, but you were just happy to get home without having to see him again. For now, that is. He always showed up right before you got into the shower so that he could “cherish your nature scent” or some bullshit like that. Whatever it was, you were sick of it.

So, with that being said, you decided to mix up your schedule and hop into the shower as soon as possible, which you did. It was so nice being able to get into the shower and not have blood all over your body from Jongup’s nasty feeding habits. It was great not having sensitive bite marks scattered throughout your body. 

Once you were out of the shower, you put on some shorts and a sports bra and decided that it would be nice to read a book before he showed up. You figured he was probably going to be angry, but you didn’t even care anymore. But oh, was he angry.

“You showered already?” You heard Jongup say, suddenly.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I did.” You said, looking up from your book for a brief moment before going back to what you were doing.

“You know I hate it when you shower before I get here. Are you trying to piss me off?” He asked with a harsh tone. He knew your answer, so you didn’t bother to say anything. “I guess I’m just going to have to teach you a lesson.” Jongup said, before appearing by your side, throwing the book out of your hands.

You were about to protest, but he quickly had a hand around you neck, slightly cutting off circulation to your head. You knew that fighting him was useless since he wasn’t human and had way more strength than you could even imagine, but you couldn’t help it. Squirming around in his grip, you began to regret your actions as soon as you looked into his eyes. Pitch black. There was no sign of color in them and you had never seen them like that before.

“Naughty girls need to be punished, Y/N.” He said right before he plunged his fangs into your neck. The pain instantly shot through your body as you felt your blood being sucked from you body. When he released his grip, instantly he was on top of you, pinning you to the bed. Ripping your clothes from your body, he began to bite from your neck all the way down to your thighs, before pausing right next to your core. 

As much as you hated to admit, you needed to feel him and thats exactly what he gave you, showing a couple fingers inside of you while he continued to puncture your body with his teeth. 

It didn’t take long before the pleasure in your body reached its climax and you felt your heart beat slowing down. Jongup had drawn so much blood from your body that you could barely move.

word count: 700  • characters: you x jongup • genre: fluff with 10% smut

188. "Mine." | 193. "Good Girl." › You had a great day, were in the best mood and happy all the way. That’s where Jongup catches you and sees something, he probably won’t forget that fast. ‘Cause you've got his full attention...

It was one of these days where everything was perfectly fine. You were happy as hell and singing an dancing the whole time, whatever you did. First you started to do the laundry as you danced from the bedroom to the bathroom, singing to some Taylor Swift songs. While you cleaned the living room you danced with your broom to the beats of some songs from Nicki Minaj and now you where in the kitchen making dinner for you and your boyfriend while Beyoncé was making your hips shake.

The music was so loud, you didn't even hear Jongup coming home from the studio earlier. He already heard the loud music outside the apartment, so he was kind of prepared for some small party or something like that. But when he came across the kitchen he stopped and leaned against the door frame, looking at you with a smile.

♡ Group/Member: B.A.P - Bang Yongguk 

♡ Requested: ‘ Can you do a Yongguk from b.a.p drabble! ‘ - anon

♡ Author: @joyfuljihao

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You covered your mouth as you yawned. You were sat on the couch of your boyfriend’s studio, silently watching him as he worked on a new song. You had a blanket pulled up over you and you tried to blink the tiredness away. 

Your boyfriend, Yongguk, was apart of the group B.A.P and you were used to spending nights in the studio watching him work away. You loved watching him work, you loved watching him do something he felt so passionately about. Even when he got carried away with his work, you always made sure he had eaten and slept well. 

Another yawn escaped your lips and you picked yourself up and wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and wondered over to him. He had a pair of headphones over his ears and he jumped slightly when you leant your head down and rested your chin on his shoulder.

Taking the headphones off. He turned his head slightly to look at you. He chuckled to himself as he watched you blink and yawn again. You moved your arms so they were around his neck in a hug. 

“Come here” He mumbled, moving your arms slightly and moving around in his chair so you could sit on his lap. You did as you were told and sat down, resting your head on his shoulder and took a deep breath in, the smell of his cologne filling your nose. 

“You tired?” He asks and you just hum, you closed your eyes as you responded. 

“No, I just wanted a hug,” You said softly and you felt the vibration of his chuckles. 

“Are you sure?” He speaks again and he brings up his hand to run his fingers through your hair. You hummed again. 

“I’m sure” Everything went silent for a moment before Yongguk went to speak again.

“Do you want to-...” He smiled to himself as he noted your breathing had levelled out. You had fallen asleep in the comfort of his lap, with an arm around you and the other gently running through your hair. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he carefully picked you up and placed you back down on the couch before joining you and covering you both with the blanket.