#bloo fluff

You were bright, and incredibly smart – that was evident from the amount of work you’d done whilst completing your Masters, and while the two of you were in a strange and stagnant relationship, he still didn’t know where he stood with you.

There was no doubt that there was chemistry between you – you could see it in the looks you gave one another and the way you both behaved when near each other, and though it hadn’t gone further than the occasional holding of hands and sneaky smiles, Bloo knew he was in too deep.

‘Let’s toast to my baby cousin finishing her last paper of the year!’ Nicholas cheered proudly from the head of the table, the food forgotten as everyone cheered to your success. Bloo raised his glass of Henny on the rocks, watching as you blushed, paying him no mind.

He remembered when you’d arrived in Seoul. He’d been with Nicholas when they’d collected you from the airport and he’d offered you a shy greeting. You were someone Nic had praised highly; you were the girl he’d grown up with and while not blood-related, to you and everyone else, you and Nic were family. You were someone important to Nic, and despite you also having lived in L.A. while MKIT was there, you and Bloo hadn’t managed to cross paths until the moment you’d passed through the arrival gate at Incheon.

You’d smiled so brightly at him, hugging him tight in greeting – it was hard to forget the feeling of your warmth, so much so that he often made excuses to visit the apartment you shared with Nic to the point where he’d practically moved in.

Still.

He didn’t know how to handle you.

Or more so, how to handle the fact that you were too good for him – and that wasn’t just his own belief. Owen had told him many times that you were caviar while he was canned tuna in comparison.

Glancing over at you as you happily talked with Jinyoung, he couldn’t help the flooding of emotions that hit him. He loved you. He knew he did, but the feeling was bittersweet when he felt as if he didn’t deserve you.

With that thought, Bloo threw back the rest of his drink before pouring another.

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 You grunted as you helped Daniel step into the apartment you shared with Nic, your hand tightly locked with his as you led him towards the guest bedroom, ‘Why’d you drink so much, idiot?’ you ask him with a huff. His response was to pull you in closer, a drowsy smile on his lips.

After the celebratory dinner the entire group had gone to the clubs to continue the festivities – though it was to celebrate Nicholas’ win, instead. Two birds with one stone, Nicholas had called it. It was only when Daniel had begun to get too drunk that you’d called the evening quits, despite it only being one in the morning.

As soon as you reached the bed, you let Daniel flop onto the mattress much to his surprise; ‘Come on,’ you murmur, ‘You need to get out of these clothes.’

‘It’s fine,’ he tells you with a slur, ‘I can do it,’ he says, attempting to sit up but barely moving an inch before giving up.

You ignored him, shaking your head with a smile as you began unlacing his boots, ‘You’re so drunk,’

‘You’re so pretty,’ he counters tiredly.

You smiled at his compliment while slipping off his shoes, ‘You think so?’

He nodded, his eyes shut as he did so. You turned to place his boots near the door, the smile on your face seemingly permanent. Hearing rustling, you turned to find Daniel had stripped off his belt and jeans and was working on taking off his button-up with very little success.

You wished you could say you were surprised at his stripping but it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him in his briefs. You’d learned to not look down any more than necessary despite the temptation.

‘What’chu looking at?’ he asks with a smirk and half-opened eyes, his hands paused on the first button he was trying to undo.

You rolled your eyes and helped him unbutton his shirt, revealing his singlet underneath, ‘You’re not shy, huh?’

‘Not in front of you,’ he admits as he falls back into the bed after you lightly pushed him.

You didn’t know how to handle Daniel. There was more to him than you were prepared for. His alter ego terrified you – Bad Boy Bloo had an image that you found hard to keep up with and you were afraid you’d get hurt in the process of loving him. That barrier of uncertainty stopped you from pursuing more than the longing looks and touches you shared.

‘Aigoo,’ you murmur, running your hand through his hair lovingly as he lay in the bed, seemingly passed-out, ‘What do I do with you, hm?’

After placing a bottle of water and a packet of pain-killers next to his bed, you left the room, sneaking one more longing glance over your shoulder before closing the door.

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 Bloo tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable despite the amount of alcohol he’d consumed – usually he could lay on top of rocks and sleep like a baby after the amount he’d had tonight; but something about being alone in the apartment with you only two doors down, now had him wide awake in realization.

The room spun as he sat up groggily, looking over at the alarm clock that read 4:07am. He’d passed out, the last thing he remembered was your hands in his hair. Groaning, he shifted so that his feet were pressed firmly to the wooden floor boards before he pushed himself off the bed and stood with determination.

It was now or never. If he didn’t go see you now, he never would.

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 The light rapping on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You couldn’t sleep with Daniel’s compliment running through your head on replay. It was funny how something so small from his lips could give you this type of feeling.

The door cracked up an inch after you failed to reply, and Daniel’s voice whispered into the room, ‘Are you awake?’

‘I am. But why are you?’ you whisper back in confusion – you were sure that he would have been knocked out until sunrise. You’d watched him down five shots of whiskey as soon as you’d entered the club. That alone should have kept him down for the night.

‘I…Can I come in?’ he asks hesitantly, the slur still noticeable in his tone, though this time less prominent.

‘Okay,’ you answer nervously, watching him approach, your eyes adjusting to the dark. Daniel crawled onto the bed until he was laying on his back beside you, a gap between you so that you weren’t touching.

‘You couldn’t sleep?’ he asks awkwardly, ‘Something on your mind?’

‘Something like that,’ you admit, closing your eyes and attempting to calm your heart. You were sure he could hear it pounding in your chest.

‘You’re caviar,’ Daniel tells you after a moment of silence, finding his courage thanks to the room being dark and you being unable to see his blushing cheeks.

‘Are you still drunk?’ you ask him, rolling to face him, a smile on your lips as you rested your cheek on the back of your hand.

‘No…Maybe,’ Daniel says quietly as he too rolled to face you. You could make out the lining of his face in the dark as he copied your position.

‘Why am I caviar?’ you ask him, your lips twitching at the comparison.

‘Because you’re special,’ he admits in a whisper that screamed volumes to you.

‘If I’m caviar, what do you think you are?’

‘Canned tuna.’

You let out a giggle, your arm reaching over to pet his shoulder in comfort, ‘You’re not canned tuna, Daniel. Why would you think that?’

Bloo focused on the way you gently tapped at his arm before answering hesitantly, ‘Because I’m not good enough to be with you…you’re on a whole other level.’

The sincerity in his voice had you pause for a moment before you continued to stroke at his arm, ‘I don’t think you’re canned tuna. I think you’re like aged whiskey. The expensive kind,’ you add.

Daniel shuffled closer to you so that you were inches apart. You stopped petting him and let your arm rest loosely near his shoulder; ‘Why?’

‘Because I’m always hesitant to drink it. I’m scared of the burn it’ll leave in my throat.’

‘The older it is, the smoother it goes down,’ he comments, confused. You had called him aged whiskey.

‘Yeah, but you only find that out after you’ve taken a sip,’ you remind him, hoping he got the hidden meaning behind your words.

You were hesitant of starting a relationship with him because of your preconceived idea of what could happen if you got too close to him, while he thought he didn’t match up to you as an individual.

‘Looks like we’re both scared,’ Daniel whispers a moment later, his hand moving to brush your cheek lightly before coming to a rest on your neck. You closed your eyes at the touch and nodded in agreement; so it seemed.

The bed shifted beneath you as Daniel moved closer so that you were pressed against one another, his thumb stroking at your jaw as he asked, ‘Can I…’

You beat him to the punch-line by moving your face closer until your lips were pressed against his, your arm tightening around him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against your lips playfully. He tasted like Hennessy and cigarettes, a combination foreign and yet so familiar to you. Daniel pulled back a moment later, pressing his lips to your forehead, cheeks and the tip of your nose before pecking your lips again, ‘You weren’t so hesitant then.’

You pressed your face into his chest while he encircled you with his arms and held you tight, ‘I don’t want to hold back anymore.’

With his lips pressed to the top of your head, Daniel agreed, ‘Me neither.’

‘I don’t think I’m too good for you,’ you say into his chest tiredly, ‘So you shouldn’t either.’

Daniel’s response was to caress the back of your head, petting at your hair, ‘And I won’t do anything to hurt you,’ he says moments later, ‘Not like all the other cheap whiskey out there.’

You smiled and let out a slight laugh before tiredly answering, ‘Sounds good to me.’

With a few more loving whispers to one another, your eyelids became heavy and your eyes shut tight whilst the smile on your lips remained. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was Daniel’s quiet promise, ‘I’ll love you even after you’ve sipped the last drop I have to offer.’

It was quiet, soft words coming from Daniel before a laugh would break through, causing me to look up and smile softly. “Have I been okay? Yeah, I’ve been great. Y/N’s been helping me a lot, too.” He glanced back, smiling at me as I sipped the nasty liquid from the can that I held lightly in my palm. “She’s my girlfriend.” My lips pulled into a smile, making him chuckle, and ran a hand through my curls. “Babe, come here.” He stated, making me look at him in question as I slowly rose from my seat on his couch. “They wanna meet you.” His voice was soft, like it normally was when he was speaking to me, as he put his hand out and pulled me to his lap. “Hi Bloo’s followers.” I smiled, eyeing the comments as they blew up with compliments. “Isn’t she the prettiest?” Daniel muttered, resting his chin on my shoulder. “’So cute’ Oh, thank you!” I giggled, reading the comments. “’You’re so gorgeous’ I’m not that pretty, trust me. This is all to makeup, god bless.” “Hey, do you wanna fight?” Daniel grumbled, nipping at my neck. “Don’t call my baby ugly.” I laughed, looking at him with dazzling eyes before leaning forward and pecking his lips. “Okay, I’m sorry.” Looking back to the comments, I scrunched my nose. “I didn’t have time to do my hair before leaving today, so it’s just been sitting on my head in a big puff. And he won’t let me tie it in a bun.” I replied to one of the viewers questions. “It’s because every time I see your hair tied up, I think of when your choking on my di-“ I cute him off with a cough. “Daniel! Stop!” I whined, lightly smacking his arm. “What?” He chuckled, making me roll my eyes.