#bp fluff

Besides your worry that he would gnaw his fingers off, you also hate to see his freshly painted nails chip off faster than intended.

That is why you made this one of your things to do together on your list when you finally met.

You sit on the couch, him lounging on the floor sideways, leaning on your thigh as you gingerly held his hand, applying the first coating of his signature black polish. You're not an artist but held yourself capable enough of steadily applying, making sure not to go over his cuticles.

He surprisingly follows your plea to sit still obediently, but you feel his intense stare as he lays his cheek on one of the pillows you plotted in front of him to make him rest comfortably.

You can’t help but blush as you feel the intensity of his stare. The heat of it starts from your focused eyes to your cheeks, and a little harder on your lips that you know are quivering in their attempt not to react.

On some nails, you paint a heart only. This manages to catch his attention.

“Loveyy,” he smiles at you. “It’s so cute.”

He brings it up to his face after you finish adding the final coat of black and blowing on it to dry before adding the clear nail polish next.

His smile can’t be contained as you bring the pad of his fingers to your lips, careful not to touch the wet polish, and kiss each pad, making sure to linger a little longer on each one.

Nightowl can’t help but feel his chest tighten at the tenderness you so easily give to him. Sometimes, he feels the need to pinch himself, to remind him that this is, in fact, real. You’re real. But he figures the already fast thumping of his chest and its tightness that makes it a little hard to breathe is sign enough of reality.

“There. Now every time you resort back to that habit of yours, you’ll see this heart and remember the promise you made…that you’ll try, okay?”

He has to close his eyes hard until he sees spots, to somehow ground himself, because he wasn’t used to such care.

Why would you even care? Much less this?

No one cared when he was at his breaking point.

No one cared when everything seemed to collapse on him, drowned in his own perceived stupidity, watching his dreams be effortlessly achieved by others.

Not even he cared when his careful pace began to slow, and time itself seemed to pass him by.

And yet, here you are, worrying. Worrying about these damn habits like they’ll consume him…and it hurts.

It hurts that your kindness is directed at him.

Does he deserve this?

In all the honesty he can muster, he doesn’t know yet, and he still has to find the answer himself. But he settles with an, “Okay.”

He watches you admire his hands, feel the callouses on each tip from years of drawing.

“You’re insufferable, you know that, right?”

You grin at him. “I know, which is why we’ll be matching. Sit still so you can do mine next.”

His reply comes back muffled, and you can’t help but smile at his efforts.

This is not much, and you know there are some things that will take longer to work on—carved through years of being dealt hardships with no one to handle them alongside him. But in this small thing, you wanted the message to come across: you're there to care, even on the days he can't.

How can you focus when you can feel his lips against your ear? How can you focus when you can still feel his piercing gaze, burning through your skin? How can you focus when his chuckle is so light and airy, like something you would hear in your darkest fantasies? How can you focus when his body around you tightens, and brings you closer?

How can you focus with him around?

You feel the vibrations from his chest against his back, and you’re trying so desperately to block out all noise other than his instructions. You're trying not to listen to his husky whispers and his chuckles that make your heart flutter.

Quest’s rough pads of his thumb and index finger find their way to your chin, eyes looking down upon you with mischievous and teasing eyes. “My, we’re getting quite distracted there, aren't we?”

“Not- not at all, Quest. I’m focused. just like you asked me to.” You cleared your throat and forced your hesitant fingers to focus back on the cords you were playing, remembering his previous instructions.

“So obedient,” He chuckles once more, a deep noise resounding from the depths of his chest, eyes swirling with danger and scrunched up like he’s having the time of his life. 

(He probably is.)

“You seem rather nervous though.” His grip on you tightens and faux sympathy on his face completely disappeared, replaced with a cruel smirk. His thumb rubs on the corner of your bottom lip and he leans in closer, teasing you. "Do I make you nervous, angel?”

Your breath stopped completely, and your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear you. Your eyes tore away from his sight and paid close attention to his lips, slightly dry and still pulled into a grin that only the devil would wear.

“You’re awfully desperate today, aren’t you?” His warm breath fans over your lips, spearmint and strawberries being your only source of air at the moment. He outright laughs at the way you shrink away from him and bite your cheek in embarrassment. 

It was common for Nightowl to spoon you it was the go-to cuddle position no matter what you were doing. Today the two of you were watching some movie on his laptop in his bed. You lean back to get closer to him, feeling your back hit his chest, you focus on it. You can feel his heartbeat, his breath, the warmth he emanates. You want to be engulfed in the feeling. Carefully you turn around, kissing him before getting more comfortable, snuggling into his chest.

“What's up cutie?”

You hear Nightowl whisper into the top of your head.

“You're warm.”

Your lips move against his skin.

“I always am, are you only noticing now?”

Nightowl mentions while wrapping his arm around you. You hum and nod into his chest, feeling it move as he chuckles.

“You’re gonna miss the movie.”

“Don't care.”

You squeeze your boyfriend causing him to laugh again.

“Okay cutie.”

He rubs your back, soothing you.

“Like sand.”

You mumble into his skin.

“What was that cutie?:

“Your warmth, it reminds me of warm sand, you smell like the beach too.”

Nightowl takes the compliment and smiles as you doze off.

Your eyes are closed as you drift to sleep, hearing your boyfriend crawl into bed next to you. You've been dreaming of cuddling with him all day, imagining the way his arms wrap around you and pulls you into his chest, wrapping you in his warmth. He does just that, and you let your apparition slip out.

“You're really warm.”

You smile as you finally feel him against you, but your body goes rigid at Quest’s reaction.

“Oh, I can move away.”

Quest already starts to shuffle away from you.

“No.”

He freezes.

“It was just an observation.”

“Oh I- I thought you were overheating. “

Quest voice lowers until it's gone, making you listen to the world. The loudest is the fan Quest prefers to have on all night, hearing it makes it seems more effective, chilling your body. You try to explain yourself hoping it will bring Quest back to you.

“I like it.”

You get no response realizing it's been a while since the conversation ended, so you clarify.

“Your warmth, I like how warm you are.”

Now the loudest noise is your breath as you wait for Quest to get the hint and warm you up. It takes so long that you physically shiver. Quest sees this and is given the confidence to speak up.

“Should I move closer?”

Sometimes you wonder if Quest has an identical twin, sometimes he's so unsure of himself and others he is riddled with confidence. You ensure that Quest is more than welcome to cuddle you.

“Yes.”

You hear and feel him move closer. His chest is close enough that you feel the heat radiate off him, but not touch you, like you want, like always.

“Closer.”

He does as you say moving a little closer, still not close enough. You take matters into your own hands, scooting back into his chest. You try to relax, but can't, something is missing.

“Quest? Please hold me.”

You whisper with your eyes closed, feeling as his arms wrap around you. Your body finally relaxing to its full ability, ready to sleep you whisper.

“I missed you, my space heater.”

You feel the slight vibrations of his deep laugh, the last sound you hear before you fall asleep.

You sat down on the couch, toasty sitting at the other end of the couch reading a graphic novel of theirs. As time goes by your body starts to feel cold on one side and warm on the other, you scoot closer to toasty after realizing that was where the heat was. Five minutes later you inch closer, then closer and closer till you are so close that you lean your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around theirs. They don't look up from their book but he still questions you.

“What's up, hun?”

“Nothin.”

“So you moved two feet closer to me for nothin?”

“Can’t I just be close to my love?”

Blush creeps up his neck and cheek at such a special name.

“Well, you don't need a reason, but I know you have a reason.”

You snuggle into the familiar warmth.

“Yeah, I do. You're warm.”

You whisper into his skin, feeling the warmth increase as his skin flushes red.

“Oh, I always thought I was cold.”

You snake your hand until you can grab their hand.

“No, you're warm, I like it, I like you.”

Toasty tries to ignore the way their whole body is heating up, trying to pretend your words don't affect him that much, but you notice and you let him play coy.

After a hard day at work, you lay on the couch, your eyes threaten to close, and you begin to relax. You finally let your eyes close, but you're still awake. Right, when you're on the edge of sleep you feel a pair of lips kiss your forehead, they're warm and familiar, and you want more. You feel as your boyfriend pulls away, without opening your eyes you reach out grabbing onto Xyx.

“Where are you going?”

Your voice is drowsy as you whine.

“Don't worry doll, I was just getting a blanket for you. You seemed cold, I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't find a way to warm you up. Now let go so I can treat you like you deserve.”

You pull your boyfriend closer, almost pulling him down onto the couch.

“No blanket, you're hot enough.”

You hear him chuckle.

“I know.”

You barely open your eyes to look at Xyx, a pout on your face. Xyx laughs a little again then continues.

“I get what you meant but I have some work to do. I'll join you after that. For now, a blanket will have to do.”

You groan as you pull Xyx into the couch, making him your little spoon as you wrap your arms around him.

“Please, Peanut?”

You beg as you kiss the back of his neck, knowing how much he loves that nickname. You smile as you feel the blush creep up his neck and hear him whisper.

JISOO

It was too much for you.

The lights of passing cars illuminating her face, drawing the lines, shadowing the valleys, sharpening the edges - making her feel unreal, like the most beautiful of dreams. If you could, you would’ve stopped the time to watch the surreal painting of reds and yellows. No painter, no photographer, no poet could give Jisoo justice at that moment. Even if your eyes didn’t feel worthy of that, you watched her, careful as to not blink too often.

“(y/n).” You loved the way she said your name.

“Yes?”

“Why are you looking at me like this?” Her head bent to the side, mouth twisting into a sweet smile.

Embarrassed by her question you - with a heavy heart, mind you - dropped gaze. Your body turned towards the street where the cars continued passing each other.

“What do you mean? Isn’t that what I have eyes for? You know, looking?” Jisoo’s head dropped on your shoulder, something heavy resting behind the act of the gesture’s simplicity.

Minutes of verbal silence passed. Both the town and your mind were far from quiet though. Her hand sneaked in between your elbow and torso, then rested on your knee. Again, simple, but with a heavy undertone. One you didn’t know how to decipher. But then you realized that the position you’ve found yourself in was no ordinary one. The heaviness was right. It was the intimacy you shared with someone you dreamed of. A little worried, unsure what to think. Whether she meant the same as you did, or maybe needed a stable rock to rest on, you dared a question.

“Jisoo.” She hummed quietly, breath escaping through a small gap to tickle your neck. “What does it take from someone to be as beautiful as you?”

The weight of her head disappeared, and you looked to the side to watch her choke on saliva, half-laughing, half-covering her shock. She didn’t catch the undertone. Weird, considering the way most of your night together was built on double meanings.

“That was very sudden?” her hand patted your knee. “Why would you ask me something like that?”

“You asked me first.” At the statement, her eyes looked past you to signal contemplation. “That’s why I was looking at you before. But everyone tells you that, right?”

“Not so directly.” Now you had to snort in amusement. “I mean, not when we’re sitting so close to one another. And don’t laugh at me.”

“Sorry.” your hand went up to cover the grin, but it was the one resting on the same knee as Jisoo’s. She grabbed it before you could escape. “Jisoo?”

“I’ve been giving you signals all night. And then you start talking about others. It’s not what matters to me. What does, is that you’ve never told me I’m beautiful before.”

“Um- Well... I thought it was an obvious fact?” Oh, and don’t forget- “Signals?” Jisoo just nodded, her eyes away from you. “Signals, as in romantic ones?” Again, a nod. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” She finally dared to look back at you. “It’s not like you’re not obvious.”

“Of course.” Feeling incredibly foolish, you once again tried to break free from the hold of a hand, but Jisoo didn’t let you. Instead she pulled it to her chest. “Jisoo?”

The tip of her nose nudged yours, close as soon as you turned to face her. Jisoo’s dark eyes looked at the surprise on your face. She took you in, counted the seconds for a(n im)possible draw back, leaned forward to do the unthinkable. Softly, then with a little more confidence, awaiting the moment when you’d wake up. But who would want to wake up from a dream like that one?

JENNIE

“I’ve got to say - I wasn’t expecting that.”

Neither did you. When she first sent you a text saying how bored she was, you felt the need to save her from herself, and ended up almost instantly stepping out of your home. Just half an hour later you were under her apartment block, waiting in your car. Something about Jennie always made you want to make an effort, even just to see the smallest of smiles on her beautiful face.

“Do you mean that in a good way?” She pulled a huge teddy bear closer to her nose. It couldn’t smell good - you got it from a booth at a fair. Who knew how long he waited for your lucky shot?

“Of course!” Her big brown eyes watched you above the toy’s head. You couldn’t be sure, but you wished it was a smile she was trying to hide from you.

Still wary, because hey, who would outright say they didn’t enjoy a surprise that someone else has prepared for them, you sat back on your seat. Jennie’s eyes followed your profile. Having their attention all to yourself made you self-conscious, and you considered driving her home. You didn’t want the night to end, but you were unsure where else it could go. The possibility of disappointment loomed over your head. You were unsure what it was she expected out of your weird friendship, as well as what you wanted.

Then Jennie’s soft voice called your name. Unable to stop yourself at the sound of the most beautiful rendition of the word you’ve ever heard, you turned to look back at her.

“Yes?”

“What are you thinking about?” You, was what you wanted to say. Instead, you opted on the much safer, and much lamer “Life?”.

Jennie couldn’t hide the disappointment on her face, and you wondered - what did she expect you to say? Or maybe what did she want you to say? Now that’s what you usually tried to avoid, wondering whether the woman thought about things similar to you. Whether the crumbs your vivid imagination survived on kept her alive too.

“Do you take all your friends for evening dates at a fair?” Did she really say dates, or was it just your brain’s desire?

“Ha, you’d be the first one.”

You couldn’t help yourself, you had to look to the side, to check her reaction. How surprised you were, when Jennie’s lips landed on your upper lip. It was too short and much too sudden for you to register properly. As soon as it happened, it also ended. Jennie pulled back, obviously also surprised by the kiss. If your mind wasn’t completely blank, you’d have realized that her prime intent was to peck your cheek. Lost on options you’d have laughed nervously, then changed the subject. But your mind was empty, and you made no movement. You just stared at the woman you had the hugest of crushes on, awaiting her next words. Ones that would probably extinguish the fire building inside your body.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?”

She was supposed to turn you down, not ask things like that.

“N-no.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Jennie looked to the side, biting her lower lip in nervous excitement, or maybe to hide a big smile. “Would you want to do it properly now?”

“What?”

“You know - that or whatever.” Her cute inability to call kissing by its name finally broke the spell.

Suddenly full of emotions, you threw your head back from laughter. Jennie joined you, her lower lip vividly red from the hard bite. It didn’t last long, because now, confident of your feelings, you decided to strike back.

ROSÉ

She looked heavenly, propped on her shoulder, with face lighting up every now and then. The TV series you have found together was a good choice. Not only did it keep you entertained, it was also long enough to make a good excuse for your lack of physical activity the past few days. Nothing felt as pleasant as rejecting all social engagements for more time one-on-one with Chaeyoung. Her behavior told you that she had a similar approach to the situation.

“Oh, sorry.” the voice from her phone’s speaker was barely audible. “No, I really can’t. I’m already all set for the upcoming week.” as soon as she noticed you watching, her smile turned sinister. “Yeah. Bye.”

“Aren’t you a busy woman?”

“Oh, I have no time for myself because of the amount of arrangements I made!”

The two of you fell down on the bed, giggling conspirationally. Only calming down made it possible for you to press the play button. Chaeyoung’s head moved a little bit closer, to rest on yours. In between lines of dialogue and obnoxious noises, you could register her breathing. The sound of drawing air in and out was so close, the whistling it accompanied also reached your ears. Then, when she shook in place from laughter, you registered the smell of her shampoo, a lovely floral aroma.

“What? Don’t tell me that joke was not funny!”

Accidentally, as least you hoped so, Chaeyoung pushed you with much more strength than she expected. She ended up going so hard, your rolled off the bed and landed on the carpet face-down with a thud.

“Oh no! Sorry!” You heard the screech of springs as she crawled to the edge. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” but showed no sign of wanting to get up. “This rug is pretty comfy.”

Chaeyoung laughed after a moment of hesitation, her hand eventually landing on your butt with a clean sound. She clearly wanted you to return to her side.

“Get up!

Finally, you did as told. Got up first on your forearms and knees, only then did you look up. Good thing that you did, otherwise your and Chaeyoung’s heads would have collided. But because you you made the effort to look where you were moving towards- Let’s say there were worse thing than being just centimetres apart from someone.

Chaeyoung must’ve been stuck in her spot watching you. Perhaps unaware of your intentions to get up, perhaps too busy making sure that your mission ended a success. Seeing her face so close, you froze in your spot. Just as she did. Stuck, watching one another for a long awkward while.

Not gonna lie, your face felt hot after you realized. Even hotter when you noticed Chaeyoung didn’t lean back. She stayed in place, looking at you. Never made a motion back or forward. As if she was unsure herself where to escape from your presence. Maybe she didn’t want to necessarily escape? That thought made you feel like choking. Luckily, you managed to control yourself.

“Umm- Chaeyoung?”

“Yes?”

You hesitated. Was it right for you notice things out loud? Weren’t they about to scare her away from you, like a noise does to a frightened doe? The time stood in place. Dialogues in the background melted into nothingness of your empty head.

Just as you decided to speak again, this time jokingly to resolve all the tension, your puckered lips were taking a completely different way. Just a split second of them forming into a small “o” (that was meant to sound as a “wha”), and next thing you knew Chaeyoung’s plush mouth covered yours. Her eyes were closed, you saw it with your wide opened ones. She was really into the kiss. Not that you had any objections, you just never... Considered?

Her hand sneaked around your neck, to hold you close, while another one rested on your shoulder for support. Suddenly confident, because she wasn’t showing any signs of stopping, and it was the last thing you wanted from her, your hands also rested on her body. You couldn’t be sure which parts. After all, your eyes finally closed too, useless when a completely different sense took over.

LISA

➛ tw: slight jealousy (in case you do not appreciate people showing it)

It was 4:25 PM when Lisa placed her hands on the table and told you to “dish”. You knew, because you were just checking the hour on your phone, wondering whether she would even show up to your meeting. Ever since a week before there’s been a strange energy thing going on between your duo. Lisa was distant, you were unsure how to approach her, and it wasn’t until the day before that she has finally given you a date and time to see her.

“Well, hello to you too?”

Your surprised face made her take an awkward step back.

“Yes, hello.”

The clatter of cutlery filled the silence between you. For so long, you felt like paying the bill and leaving. But you couldn’t. Not when she was finally talking to you again.

“You can sit down?”

A little weirded out by her behavior, you decided to focus your strength on pulling a chair out. Lisa did take the offer to sit down, but she looked ready to escape any second, purse on her lap.

“Em- So what am I supposed to dish about?”

Lisa raised her head to look back at you, then turned it away. As if she was mad you even dared to ask her.

“I don’t know. Maybe, since when you and your cute neighbor are so close?”

“I met her like two times outside of our neighborhood by a total accident. Wouldn’t say we are close? But wait- How do you know about this?” The whole conversation was so out of character for Lisa, you felt as if you were dreaming.

“Jennie told me the first time. The second time I saw you.” Her fingers picked up a napkin to play with.

“And you’re mad at me for this? For having impromptu chats with a neighbor?”

She frowned at your words, her eyes turning distant to let you know she was processing. In the end, she dropped the now-torn napkin and stood up. The suddenness of her movement made you do the same.

“Honestly, Lisa, what’s going on with you?”

“I should go.” Without waiting, she walked away.

“What? You just came!”

Lost on options, you pulled a wallet out and dropped a bill on the table. You were in hurry, so waiting for a waiter was out of question.

“Lisa! Come on!” Only after a while you managed to catch up to her. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She stopped at the feeling of your grip on her shoulder, but waited a longer moment to turn around. From her frown you could tell she was fighting herself.

“It’s dumb.” The look in her eyes spoke vulnerable. “Nothing to worry about.”

“It’s not dumb if it’s bothering you. Just tell me what I did wrong.”

Lisa dropped her gaze, fingers now playing with the edge of her skirt. Which she looked really great in, by the way.

“So, you’re not into that neighbor?”

“What?” You laughed. “I am not! What made you think so? Our two random conversations?”

“I told you it’s dumb.”

“Lisa, I told you it’s not. Were you jealous because I talked to someone else?”

The look of offended bewilderment visited her face, forcing her eyes into the shapes of perfect circles. 

“Not just someone else! You called her cute yourself! How was I not supposed to feel bad? We were on three dates that I thought went pretty well, so I got worried you didn’t feel the same way I did.”

“I’m not a player.”

“I didn’t say you were. Just maybe not into me.”

“I AM into you.” You were almost laughing, until you remembered Jennie’s words from the day after your second date with Lisa.

Your best friend ridiculed you then for not kissing the girl you were so obsessed with. That you were thinking too much into trivial things. That kiss was the best feedback. Not heart emojis attached to a goodnight.

“Hey, did you think that because we didn’t kiss?”

“W-what?”

It wasn’t ideal. The feeling overtook you suddenly, without any proper warning. And just like that - you did it. Lisa stayed in place when you kissed her, frozen at first. It was a short moment, with too little material to build up the fire. The thought that maybe you were overstepping the boundaries came up, and you leant back. Lisa watched you, unsure herself what to do next. Still, her hand caught yours before the distance grew too much.

“You know, I usually wait a little longer before the first kiss. But I get it, you were just impatient for the end of our fourth date.” She didn’t smile back, instead flicking your forehead. “Oww!”

➛ pollenat’s list of reactions

➛ pollenat’s list of shorts

You and Jennie were getting ready to go out for lunch. Sat on the edge of the bed, you scrolled through your phone mindlessly. Jennie's still trying to figure out what to do with her hair, loosely holding it in different styles, sighing in frustration.

"Baby," standing up, making your way to the bathroom, standing behind her you wrap your arms around her waist. Resting your chin on her shoulder, holding eye contact with her through the mirror, "You look beautiful no matter what you do." Placing a single kiss on her neck, "but, if you want a second opinion, I like when you wear it down." Finally seeing a soft smile grace her lips, you kiss right below her ear, feeling her lean into it.

Turning to face you, loosening your grip around her you nudge her against the sink counter. Sneaking your hands under her shirt, rubbing them up and down her sides slowly. Leaning in to brush your lips against hers teasingly. Pulling back with Jennie following to do the same.

Grabbing your face, Jennie brings you in for a real kiss, hers closing around your top lip. The small suction noise being the only noise in the otherwise silent room. Feeling your smile, she slides her hands back behind your head, pulling you closer. 

Giving your lips a few more subtle quick kisses, you squeeze her sides slightly, mumbling "jump" against her mouth. Listening to you, along with your help, Jennie jumps to sit on the counter. Moving your hands down and behind her to rest on her butt, pulling her closer to the edge, and you. Sliding them over her bare thighs, feeling their softness.

Jennie places a finger under your chin, bringing your attention back to her face. Smiling at you, mirroring hers back, "your lips taste like candy." laughing at the random statement, "well I'm sure they can taste like you as well." Resulting in a faint blush on Jennie's cheeks.

Suddenly having her mouth back on yours, it felt needier, groaning at the way she tugs on your hair. Rubbing her thighs, you bite her lip making her whimper, sucking it into your mouth before letting it snap back. "Mhm, baby," Jennie's whines vibrating on your lips, yanking her bottom half as close as possible to you, licking her lip before shoving your tongue into her mouth.

Moaning deeply, you're able to explore her mouth further, pulling your hair while her tongue glides along yours. Desperate nips for more, Jennie's hold on you tight, with each passing second the makeout session gets sloppier, wetter, hotter. 

The front door latching followed by footsteps makes the two of you finally break apart. Semi-erratic breathing with your disheveled hair and Jennie's pink cheeks was quite a sight. "Jennie? Y/N? Are you two ready? the other's are downstairs already!" Jisoo yells, making you two laugh.