#daniel drabbles

prompt: (28) pretend relationship + (8) “I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody.”

genre: fluff????? i think

“Daniel,” you look down, refusing to see his upcoming reaction. “This has to stop.”

“What?” He yelps. You feel his body shift towards your direction. “Why?”

“I can’t…” you mutter. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t bear the thought of attending your best friend’s wedding as your fake girlfriend! To me, that’s a huge deal and it’s all feeling…” you finally look at him. “Too real.” You feel your heart sink as breathing gets harder with each passing second. You were afraid to lose him. But it was better than getting to keep him in a forced relationship.

“Are you afraid?” He asks. The look on his face was cold, too hard for you to read.

“Afraid of what?” You stitch your eyebrows together.

“Of all of this becoming real?” He moves closer towards you. The both of you stand inches apart.

“No,” you retaliate. “But I am afraid,” you look at him dead in the eye. “That all of this is fake.” Your feelings begin to overwhelm you as it lets a single tear escape your eye. “I know I sound stupid right now because I agreed to this fake relationship in the first place, but…” You manage to laugh out of disbelief, “I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody.”

Daniel continues to stand there in front of you, a blank look on his face, unable to move. “What?” He says in a low whisper.

“I said what I said, Daniel,” you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t like that everything that has happened within the past month was fake. I don’t like that everything you’ve told me in front of everyone we know was fake. I don’t like that I thought I was strong enough to do this, because I’m not.” You desperately wipe away your tears as if it would make the pain go away.

“I…” He stutters. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” you look down once again. “Daniel, we’re not getting any younger, and I don’t want to spend a huge chunk of my life being in love with someone I’m not even sure is in love with me. I’m sorry.” You turn around, on your way out the front door of his apartment. Unable to take another look at him.

Before your hand reaches the door knob, Daniel quickly grabs you by the arm, turning you to face him in one swift motion. The inches that separated the both of you earlier has been reduced to an inch. You could feel Daniel’s heavy breathing with his chest pressed against yours.

“Wh-“ you were cut off as Daniel plants his lips on yours.

Immediately wanting to deepen his kiss, he aggressively slides his tongue into yours–and you don’t hesitate to let him overpower you in this moment. Daniel’s hand finds it way at the back of your neck, tugging on your hair lightly. While his other hand is placed firmly on your back, keeping your bodies close. You were surprised as he suddenly breaks the heated moment, “You told me I didn’t have to say anything.” He tells you with a smirk on his face. “I love you,” his eyes bore into yours. “Maybe we were too afraid before, but I’m not afraid anymore. Stay with me for tonight and for the rest of my life, babe?” He gives you a hopeful smile.

“S-Sure…” you blink a few times, making sure that all of this were in fact, real. “I don’t know what to say,” you don’t remove your hand from touching your lip.

prompt: (9) drunk + (11) “Your hand is in my personal space. Not that I mind.”

genre: i made this one fluff……….drunk fluff is cute

“I can’t believe your mom brought us all this wine,” you say as you plop down on the sofa. “Is this what getting old feels like?” You mutter, stifling a yawn. “It isn’t so bad after all.”

“I’m pretty sure she didn’t tell us to drink most of them,” Daniel chuckles. He grabs a pack of gummies on the counter before sitting right beside you. “Congratulations,” he hands you a piece of gummy–sour worms, your favorite. You quickly grab it from his hand and take a bite. 

You find him chuckling again, but this time he was ruffling your hair. “Mhm,” you nod. “Now I’m jobless,” now laughing along with him. “Thank god I have a rich CEO best friend who just inherited all of his mother’s wealth right after uni,” you give him a wink. “Now I’m jobless, but I get to have free wine and gummies!” You playfully scream as you snatch the bag of gummies sitting on his lap. “Congratulations to us!” You raise the bag, and Daniel raises his almost empty wine glass.

“This is quite a boring celebration, don’t you think?” He suddenly asks you. 

“It’s called adulting, Kang Daniel,” you laugh. “And like I said, it’s actually quite nice. Peace and quiet.” You throw your head back as you close your eyes–letting all the wine flow through you. 

“Can I please have my gummies back?” He coos as he scoots over closer to your side of the sofa. 

Too lazy to open your eyes, you throw your hand with the bag of gummies towards his direction. The bag falls in-between his thighs, while your hand finds itself planted teasingly on his inner thigh.

Daniel was quite surprised at the sudden contact. Sure, he was used to your hugs and all that–as a best friend. It’s different this time. “Your hand is in my personal space,” he coughs. You open your eyes and sure enough your hand was there. “Not that I mind,” he quickly adds. 

You chuckle, “I’m sure you don’t.”

“Hey! What does that mean?” He asks you with an insulted look on his face.

“Nothing!” You shrug. “Don’t act so innocent. I remember every single story you’ve told me before,” your finger was slowly tracing random scribbles on his chest now. Daniel gulps. “As your best friend, I’m the one who should judge you the most,” you laugh at the blank look on his face.

He grabs ahold of your hand on his chest. “You want to be the judge of this?” The look on his eyes were different now. Suddenly, you were the one gulping.

“What?” You manage to mutter with a shocked look on your face. You try to conceal every bit of feeling you’ve hid since the day you’ve begun feeling them. And now, is definitely not the time to let him know–let alone tell him. Considering you were both wine drunk. Or perhaps just you–who’s wine drunk, to make things clear.

“I’m just messing with you,” Daniel laughs. Placing both of your hands back on the top of his thigh, he doesn’t remove his hand from yours as he continues to run circles on it with his thumb. “Wah, you get wine drunk so easily,” he chuckles. “You start to like me when you’re drunk.”

As it was getting increasingly difficult for you to hold your breath––most especially your feelings, you quickly take away your hand from his. “Hey! What are you saying? You get funny thoughts when you’re drunk, Daniel,” you slap his hand lightly. Covering everything with a laugh.

He levels his head closer to yours, while his eyes don’t budge from its gaze–fixated only on you. “I’m not drunk easily, you know that.” He laughs, and your mind was clouded with thoughts of how he laughs at everything so easily. You shake your head. “I like you,” he all of a sudden manages to squeak before closing his eyes, quickly falling asleep.

“You’re drunk, Kang Daniel,” you roll your eyes. How could he possibly say it at a time like this?