#lucy fluff

Luckily, your husband was there to remind you of everything you were prone to forget. He liked taking care of you, and your pregnancy gave him even more of an excuse to do it.

“My skin really doesn’t like the winter, I guess,” you said sheepishly, letting Sangyeop guide you to sit down. He grabbed a small bottle of hand cream that he had produced somehow. You were never quite sure how he always seemed to have anything you needed. 

“Give me your hands. You always miss spots,” he said, intent on applying it for you. You bit back commenting on the ridiculousness of his motherlike attitude towards you and let him do as he pleased. It was true that he was more thorough with it than you.

“You’ve been playing my guitar too. Your fingertips are sore,” Sangyeop noticed, frowning. 

“I need to teach the little one when you’re not around, although I can’t sing like you,” you smiled as your husband massaged the lotion into your hands. The warmth of his palms helped to soften it, and it was soothing against the soreness of your skin. 

Now almost seven months pregnant, Sangyeop’s favourite activity was singing to your bump and feeling your baby girl kick in response. He was currently busier than usual with shows, though, finishing up festivals and a few tour dates with the band. You liked to pick up his guitar when he was gone. 

It was all in hopes your daughter would develop the same love for music as you and your husband shared. Sangyeop had already thought extensively about what instrument to start her on. You thought piano seemed like a good option for when she was little. Sangyeop had images of teaching her guitar himself, picturing how big his acoustics would be in comparison to her little size at 3 or 4. It was an adorable thought. 

“All done,” Sangyeop said, bringing one of your hands up to press a quick kiss to it.

“I’ll try to remember next time,” you muttered. “I make you work so much to take care of me.” Sangyeop shushed you before you could say any more words to feel worse about your forgetfulness. 

“You are already doing all the hard work growing our baby. I am more than happy to take care of you. Let me do my part in this,” he defended. You let up quickly, supposing that he had a fair point. 

Sangyeop bent down until he was at eye level with your stomach, pressing a hand to your belly with a smile. 

“Remind your mama to take care of herself too, okay?” he whispered. He felt a little kick in response.

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Gwangil had originally met you through his friends, who had connections with your friend group, of which he was a little doubtful of. He first noticed you because of how obvious it was that you were being excluded from conversations and activities. At first, he felt bad for you, silently watching your face fall whenever you realized that no one was listening to what you were saying. Gwangil was— he always did. He found your voice the only one he wanted to pay attention to in the entire room. 

When his feelings of pity for you turned to feelings of anger for your “friends”, he started to make a move to include you whenever he could. You were smart and pretty— there was no obvious reason why anyone wouldn’t want to be friends with you.

And after months of talking with you, Gwangil learned you were much more than just smart and pretty. Your ambition, your dreams, your kindness, your selflessness, and all the other amazing qualities that he could list off of the top of his head, only drew him in more. And eventually, he found himself falling head over heels in love with you, although he tried to conceal it at first. 

Your “friends” had always bothered him, and the way you tried to justify their actions irked him even more. The longer you hung out with them, the more they took advantage of you, using your longing for real connection to embarrass you or make you uncomfortable. You were like their guinea pig, yet you continued to go along with whatever they said, not seeing how toxic they were. 

Gwangil could assume a million possible ways that they might have pushed you to your breaking point. He couldn’t be mad at you for not realising earlier how ill-suited they were for you. Neither did he want to try to understand why they did it to you in the first place. He could only feel a detestable hatred towards them for driving you to this point; tears streaming down your cheeks, having no one to rely on but him.

He thanked God that at least he was able to be there for you as he pulled you into his chest and shut the front door. He held you tightly, letting your emotions spill over as much as they needed to after being ignored for so long. He didn’t need an explanation right now, all he needed was for you to be okay.

“It’s okay, Y/n. I’m here. You’re safe here with me.” He whispered reassuringly into your ear. 

He had always found emotions confusing and overwhelming, so he was surprised at how natural the comforting words came to him. But everything came naturally when it was you. Becoming friends was natural, falling in love was natural, holding each other, kissing each other, thinking about each other every waking moment— everything that had felt so foreign and distant and unattainable to Gwangil was present and simple when it was with you.

His words seemed to be exactly what you needed. He felt your breathing steady, the wet patch that had developed on his shirt slowly drying, as you were no longer crying. You felt awful in so many ways, and wanted to do everything possible to forget the day you had just experienced. Gwangil’s arms were your safe place, and his voice soothed your mind. It was only natural that you would seek him out before anyone else. And as soon as you could feel his arms wrapped around you, his scent invading your senses and his words echoing in your mind, you finally felt at ease. 

You wanted to thank him for a million things, yet words seemed to get stuck in your throat. Not that you could think of any that would properly portray what you wanted to tell him. So instead, you simply pulled him closer, letting him decide whether to taste your lips or not. And he did, because it was all he ever wanted and all you needed for everything to feel just a little bit more okay.

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It was a textbook example of how to lose a long friendship. You should have trusted your best friend in high school when she warned you that guys and girls could never stay just friends. It was wonderful for 4 years, and you cherished all the memories you had made with Sangyeop in that time. But now, the feelings you held for him had changed your attitude.

It was hard for you to spend too long in his company without getting incredibly awkward and hot in the face. Really, it was his fault for being so attractive. The worst feeling, though, was the constriction in your chest whenever you saw him with other girls.

Feeling jealous over your best friend was laughable, but you just couldn’t stand it. He had always had other friends— and other female friends, at that. You had even lived through seeing him in a semi-serious relationship and had absolutely no problem. You were happy for Sangyeop when he got a girlfriend in the first year of university. But now, you wanted to fight off every girl who even glanced in his direction.

He wasn’t yours, but at the same time, he was. You had known him the longest. You were the closest friend he had. Everything would be perfect if only you didn’t long for more.

It was inevitable for everything to erupt in a sudden and unpredictable explosion the longer you stuffed down your feelings. You had just never expected it to happen like this.

“Why would you do that, Y/n? You’ve never acted like this before. Ever.” Sangyeop’s words felt like they were stabbing you repeatedly. He didn’t exactly sound angry— more extremely confused and maybe slightly annoyed. You didn’t blame him. If you had a little more sense, you would have known better than to crash his blind date. It was definitely overstepping boundaries. 

“I- I don’t know! I’m sorry, okay?” You pleaded. You weren’t brave enough to meet his eyes. The feeling of having upset him or ruined something for him was awful.

“Why would you do it, though? I wouldn’t have gone on all these blind dates if you weren’t so insistent that I got another girlfriend. I told you I was fine to stay single after Hayoung— but I thought you wanted me to find someone.” He asked, exasperated. It didn’t help that it was already past dark, both of you standing under the narrow overhead outside of a restaurant to try to shield away from the rain. It still drenched your left shoulder, though.

“Well, I just don’t anymore!” You shouted back, just as overwhelmed and confused as Sangyeop was in this situation. The way you had glared at the girl and told her to leave was so uncharacteristic of you that even you had been shocked. Sangyeop didn’t seem to take your attempt to end the conversation as a valid answer, and he pressed on for your reason why.

“Just tell me. You had to have had a reason. You would never do that randomly. What? Did she have a bad record or something? What could it have possibly-“

“It’s because I like you! And you’ve never seemed to notice, but I couldn’t ever say it out loud because you’re too important to me to lose! And- and I was afraid and scared and confused, and I just don’t know why it had to happen, but-“ Sangyeop stopped your panicked rambling before you could finish— not that it was making any sense to either of you, anyway.

“Y/n, stop.” He croaked out a bit softer, grabbing your wrist to pull you under the overhang and out of the rain. You barely noticed that you had gotten more exposed to the downpour. You couldn’t differentiate the rain on your cheeks from your tears that were streaming down. Unfortunately, Sangyeop could.

He let out a small sigh and his lips pulled up into a sad smile before dropping again, “You’re so…”

“Stupid? Yeah, I know.” You laughed through your tears, trying to not look quite as pathetic in front of the man you had loved for years now.

“That’s not what I was going to say.” He defended, his eyes still searching your face for any sign of understanding. 

You still couldn’t tell whether he was angry at you or just confused. You had completely blocked out any possibility that this situation could turn out for the better. You didn’t deserve a wonderful outcome from this. You were the one who messed everything up in the first place. You couldn’t feel entitled to anything anymore; especially not Sangyeop’s affection. You wouldn’t even blame him if he stopped being friends with you over this. Crashing his date and then confessing to him out of the blue? It was definitely not what best friends did… more like crazy ex’s. 

“You’re so… clueless.” Sangyeop repeated, finishing the statement this time with a laugh. You looked up at his face, finally brave enough to meet his eyes. The last thing you had expected was to smile on his face after what you had done. You were sure you looked a mess right now— with mascara running down your cheeks and your clothes all wet and wrinkled, but Sangyeop’s eyes held some warmth that you hadn’t seen for days, and it was comforting.

“What now?” You asked in a whisper. The weight on your chest was still there, and you couldn’t begin to think of what Sangyeop meant by that response. Your brain was a mess, and all you wanted to do was just sink to the floor and disappear forever. 

“For now… let’s go home.” Sangyeop said softly. Although you felt uneasy about the idea of leaving things unresolved, going home was probably the smartest decision; so you nodded and let him pull your hand to lead you to the edge of the street where he hailed a cab. The ride back to your dorm was quiet. You mostly focused on the rain sliding down your window, pretending as if Sangyeop wasn’t sitting next to you. You said goodnight briefly to Sangyeop when you got back home before retreating into your room. You showered as quickly as possible and got in bed. You tried your best to sleep, but the thoughts racing in your head kept you awake almost all night. You were screwed for tomorrow’s lecture.

//

“Did you drink?! You look awful.” Wonsang frowned as soon as you walked into your morning lecture and dropped your bag next to your chair.

“No. I don’t drink.” You muttered, plopping down into the seat and immediately resting your head on the desk.

“...Was it Sangyeop?” Wonsang queried, making you open your eyes and turn to glare at him. 

Wonsang, along with Yechan and Gwangil, were Sangyeop’s closest friends after you. You didn’t spend too much time with Yechan or Gwangil since you didn’t have any shared classes, but Wonsang was much closer to you. He had known about your crush on Sangyeop for a while now. He was sworn to secrecy as soon as you knew that he knew, and you trusted him not to spill anything.

You groaned and closed your eyes again, your voice muffled by the desk, “I’m the dumbest person on the planet, Wonsang.”

“True.” 

You gave him another glare, “I crashed his blind date.”

“You- what?” You could only nod along to Wonsang’s shock.

“I crashed it, scared off the girl, and then confessed to him… like an idiot.” You felt like crying all over again.

“What did he say?” Wonsang asked curiously.

“He didn’t! He didn’t say anything. I don’t know what to do— I feel like such a fucking idiot, Wonsang. He probably hates me forever. I’m so stupid for telling him how I feel.” You knocked your head against the desk repeatedly, drowning in your misery until you heard Wonsang scoff.

“You’re not stupid for confessing to him, but you are for jumping to conclusions before you hear his answer.” Wonsang said simply, but you could barely process the words that came out of his mouth. The thought of even seeing Sangyeop at the dorm later made your stomach twist.

But you would have to face him eventually— it was unavoidable. And the time came right after 5 pm.

You walked back into your dorm, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. You were barely even breathing as you tried to take your shoes off and get to your room before you had to come into contact with Sangyeop. Unfortunately for you and your plan, he was waiting for you in the living room.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” 

You sucked in a breath and cursed yourself mentally. What were you even going to say to him? What was he going to say to you?

You shuffled to the living room where Sangyeop had stood up from his spot on the couch. He took one step forward and you subsequently took one step back. You had never been more scared than right now. You weren’t scared of Sangyeop; you didn’t think that was even possible. But you were scared of the situation, and even more scared of the outcome. The possibility of rejection was scary, but the possibility of losing Sangyeop was even more painful. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 

“Are you going to leave? Am I going to lose you?” You let your biggest fears spill out of your mouth before Sangyeop could get a word in. You didn’t like the seriousness of his expression; it was too unlike him.

His face morphed into one of astonishment, “Why would you think that? I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here… and I’m staying.” He said firmly, as if he knew you needed extra reassurance. You nodded slowly, hearing his words and letting them ease the nerves in the pit of your stomach and slow the racing of your heart. Sangyeop led you to sit down on the couch next to him, and you braced your heart for whatever you would hear.

“I just thought… you would hate me after last night.” You confessed meekly. 

“First of all, I could never hate you. And about what you did last night… I was kind of waiting for it to happen.” He said slowly. 

Your eyes widened, “W-what do you mean? You’re not mad at me for crashing your date? But what about the girl— I thought you said she was cute.” You spluttered, confused.

Sangyeop just shook his head a little amused, “You really don’t know, do you? Yeah, she was pretty, but nowhere near as pretty as you are. I’ve liked you for… what… 3 years now? Maybe longer?” Sangyeop’s eyes drifted up to the ceiling as he thought, meanwhile you could only open your mouth slightly in shock. 

“What about Hayoung— You were still dating her 2 years ago.” You pressed. It was hard to ignore the sudden warmth you felt in your chest, but you forced yourself to not get too excited just yet. There were still too many unanswered questions.

“Honestly? Dating Hayoung was me trying desperately to get my mind off of you. It was stupid, I know, but it worked for a while. Until Hayoung realized I was pining for you the entire time.” He laughed, and you suddenly couldn’t get enough of the sound. “But she didn’t get mad at me for it… She said she knew all along, and she tried to get me to confess to you. I couldn’t do it, though. I was too scared. So I tried to forget about my feelings for you and date someone else again… hence all the blind dates. When you started setting up new ones for me after they failed, I kind of accepted that I didn’t have a chance with you anymore.” 

You breathed out slowly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. It was almost hard to contain just how much you adored the man who stood before you. You wanted to melt into his arms and kiss his face and tell him again and again how much you loved him. But you waited for him to finish talking first.

“I know you. I knew that if you liked me, you wouldn’t let me date another girl without rejecting you first. And I was right.” He smiled, a hint of fondness in his eyes. “Although, I never expected you to be so bold about it.” He added as an afterthought with a laugh. Your cheeks flared in embarrassment. The decision you made last night had been rather rash. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve thought that one through.” You mumbled out.

“Don’t be.” Sangyeop breathed, “If anything, I think it made me fall for you even more.” You glanced at his eyes, taken aback with how much warmth and love and assurance filled them.

“Are you sure you really like me?” You asked quietly, aware of how you and Sangyeop were both subtly shifting closer to each other on the sofa. His face was mere inches from yours at this point, and his eyes bore into yours, neither of you able to look away from the other.

“Yes. I like you— I love you. I’ve loved you for 3 years.” He said sincerely, and that was all you needed to hear to get the confidence to pull him closer. His lips colliding with yours felt like the most perfect thing in the world. You fit together like puzzle pieces— like you were always meant to be.

He kissed you like he had been waiting his entire lifetime to do it, like this was his only chance to. And you never wanted it to end— the softness of his lips moving against yours, or his hands in your hair pulling you slightly closer, or the smell of his cologne and the taste of his lips invading your senses. You would have them all last for a million years if you could. 

Everything felt right at last; it was perfection. He was perfection.

From his delicate mind to his pure soul, you were in love with every inch of him. Right now, you were particularly fond of the pout his lips had formed, dressed in a warm crewneck, sat on the couch with you next to him. He seemed to have spaced out, having been staring at the wall for a couple minutes now. You weren’t even sure if he had been blinking, too lost in his own world. Every few seconds, his lips would mindlessly push a little more into a bigger pout— he seemed to be completely unaware of how he was creating crack after crack in your heart. You felt like it was about to burst.

Your words snapped him out of it, and he turned to you, dazed. “Hm?”

You laughed softly, “I said that you looked grumpy again.” You repeated, reaching out to ruffle the hair on top of his head. He brought his hand up to stop you, as was his habit, and you found that that small action was enough to completely destroy not only your heart, but your entire being.

“Like a resting bitch face?” He questioned once he had removed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his to rest it on his lap. You giggled. Wonsang using the word ‘bitch’ while still looking so endearingly small and soft had you questioning how a person could even be like this.

“You don’t look like a bitch, you just look cute.” You clarified to him, squeezing his warm hand with yours.

He blinked and blushed at your words, “How so?” 

“You pout so much when you’re thinking, you know?”

He shook his head, “Do I?”

You didn’t even respond before leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. How could you resist when he was doing it again?

“You do. It’s like you’re testing my self restraint.” You complained. Wonsang seemed to get where you were coming from, and a small ‘sorry’ left his lips.

“If it’s not RBF, then what is it?” He asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Resting cute face?” You offered. He giggled and your heart swelled. His laughter was unmistakably the most beautiful sound in the whole world. You loved his songs— practically everything that he made, you were bound to adore— but you could listen to him laugh all day just as easily as you could listen to his carefully crafted music.

“Okay, resting cute face, then.” He said through giggles. You laughed with him until your lips found his yet again, the last sounds of joy escaping his lips just to be swallowed by yours, and soon the giggles subsided into lovesick smiles escaping between kisses.