#jongup drabbles

He shushes you gently, stroking your waist and helping you sway in time to the slow music. “It’s not. If you practice with me now, you’ll ace it on the day. I promise.”

“But I can’t get the steps right,” you mutter a little sadly.

Jongup leans in and kisses the crook of your neck ever so tenderly, lingering a little longer than he’d like to admit. “What if,” – another kiss, this time higher – “I kiss you,” – behind your ear – “to the tempo of the music? Would that help?”

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.

DRABBLES YAY!! library with jongup?

Yes, drabbles, anon!! I’m so glad you’re as excited as I am! I hope you like what I came up with for your 4D man!

Genre: Library!AU/Fluff

Pairing: Jongup x You

By Admin B

Every single day he came into the library.

And every single day he had McDonald’s.

Surprisingly, there was no rule against bringing in food or drink, as long as you didn’t sit at one of the computers. You figured since it was a college library, the dean realized students would be both a) spending a lot of time in the library and b) hungry.

But... seriously? Bringing McDonald’s into the library every day?

That was just... weird.

And it also made you wonder how the guy was as fit as he was? I mean, obviously, you’d never seen him without his shirt on or anything (although, you’d definitely imagined it before - wait, what?), but you could tell the dude was pretty ripped.

Anyway.

Here he was again, in the library with his McDonald’s bag.

But... the real kicker was... he didn’t do anything else in here besides eat.

He didn’t study, he didn’t check out any books, he didn’t talk to anyone, he didn’t even look at his phone. He just ate.

You were truly not one to judge because college could be rough. You understood that. But, apparently, today was the day you couldn’t stand it any longer.

Your curiosity was just too strong.

So you pushed yourself away from the help desk and quietly made your way over to his table. You plastered a smile on your lips as you slid into the chair next to him, clearing your throat to announce your intention to speak.

“Hi,” you began in the softest voice you could muster.

“Hey,” he replied before popping a french fry into his mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m just... You’re not in trouble or anything, I was just wondering... Why do you come in here every day to eat?”

He furrowed his brow and squinted his eyes at you while he chewed, and when you thought he was going to answer you, he simply took a bite of his hamburger.

...Okay, this was awkward.

But you still waited because... well, you just wanted to know!

“I like the peace and quiet while I eat,” he finally explained after swallowing. “And I like seeing you.”

Your eyebrows shot halfway up your forehead.

“...O--oh,” you stammered. “O...kay...”

He nodded once before taking another bite of his hamburger, and you took that as your cue to leave him alone.

But just as you’d started walking away, he called out to you.

“I’m Jongup, by the way.”

You turned on your heel to face him again, lifting your hand in an awkward wave because you were still very taken aback from what he’d said.

“See you tomorrow!” he smiled.

“See you... tomorrow...”

Well, okay then. Not what you were expecting, but... I mean, you were kind of flattered.

Because he was super handsome.

So... yeah.

The early morning sun rises behind you, framing your head like an angel’s halo. Jongup knows you’re not a morning person, but insists on grabbing breakfast at the local cafe every Saturday as part of his weekly ritual.

He knows the frown that has your face all screwed up will ease once your favourite pastries have been devoured.

“It’s fine,” you mutter, rubbing your eyes. “I just wish we were still in bed.”

A waiter steps out of the cafe and places a platter full of breakfast items – your favourite pastries included – on your table.

Dating B.A.P series:

Yongguk // Himchan // Daehyun // Youngjae // Jongup // Zelo

How did he do this

That’s what he asks himself about literally anything regarding this relationship, because apparently, you find anything he does cute

Or maybe interesting, cool, attractive and so many more things, you get the point. All he does is simply amazing

But he literally doesn’t do anything to try to come off that way

He’ll just be casually munching on cereal in the morning and boom

He squints at the door once he hears footsteps, and you’re there

All mesmerized by his bedhead and his furrowed brows and clueless expression at why you’re smiling at him like that

Mesmerized by how he just stares back at you with his spoon lifted halfways to his open mouth, and doesn’t move a muscle until you do

Mesmerized by the way he had somehow seated himself legs-crossed on the kitchen chair and hasn’t fallen off from there yet because his coordination in the mornings is quite..

Non-existent

But you love it, and though he cannot explain why, he does not object

Your love is something more comfortable than all his overly huge jackets and sweatpants, and he wears in on his sleeve every time he can

No one knows how the hell you two even work out

But somehow you do

He does not know how texting works

He’s so bad at it, he’s literally apologized about it in the past

It’s not like he doesn’t care to text you back, or to respond to whatever you have to say to him

It’s just that ugh

Typing

So half the time you don’t even know where he is or what he’s up to

But that’s not a bad thing at all, as sometimes your door opens randomly and a mes dressed in three large jackets, a yellow shirt poking out from underneath, camouflage joggers and fancy sneakers steps inside

Carrying takeout

Eyes tired but his lovely stare lookin’ yummy like chocolate

God, you love him

It’s worse when you’re doing something and don’t hear him coming in, because oh shit he can be scary

He’s so quiet you don’t hear him coming in

Intentionally or unintentionally, it always scares you when you just turn around in the kitchen or something and see him quietly standing in the doorway, observing you like it’s completely normal to just silently stand and stare

“Jongup-ah goddamn it! Don’t scare me like that ever again!”

“I’m not scaring you, I’m just standing here-”

“Stand louder next time around, okay!?”

It amuses him and he chuckles, but he agrees

and never does what he agrees to though