➵ SF9: Rowoon x fem. reader / drabble, boyfriend AU / fluff
➵ warnings: none
➵ word count: 597
Rowoon frowned and muttered a small curse under his breath, looking out the window and at the dark clouds gathering all over the city. It looked like it was going to storm any second now - which would mean his plans for today were pretty much ruined. He sighed, rubbing his face in mild annoyance. He had planned the perfect date for your birthday - first, you would go to the market to get some delicious, freshly prepared food, then take a leisurely stroll around your favorite park nearby and lastly, he had planned for you to look at the stars, sharing some of your favorite snacks.
But no - the dark sky above meant that everything was ruined.
So now, he had to improvise.
When you unlocked the front door to your apartment, the hallway was quiet and dark, which surprised you a bit. You had thought your boyfriend would be home by now - it was your birthday after all. You’d even given him a key just so he could let himself in, should you come later than planned - work was busy these days, and you never really knew when you’d be able to clock out.
“Rowoon?”, you asked in a hushed voice, taking off your soaked boots and coat - it was pouring outside, a rather gloomy birthday weather - while fumbling for the light switch in the darkness of the hallway. When you turned on the light, you heard a sudden yell of surprise, which made you jump and squeal as well.
“NO, TURN IT OFF AGAIN, BABE! And come into the living room!”
You giggled at the slight panic in Rowoon’s voice, shaking your head at his antics but doing as he said. You carefully navigated through the hallway and towards the living room, trying not to stumble over or run into anything, and pushed open the door.
You gasped.
Candles were covering almost every surface, gently illuminating your boyfriend standing in the middle of the room, an angelic smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hands. You saw a picnic basket at his feet, and a cake with red I ♡ You candles - he had also put up some fairy lights, and opened a bottle of sparkling wine. You smiled, gaze traveling over the blanket fort he had build - it seemed like he had dragged every blanket and pillow you owned into the living room, making it look even cozier than usual.
While you took in the scene in front of you, your boyfriend walked towards you, gently wrapping both arms around you and pulling you close to his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, on both cheeks, on the top of your nose, and then - finally - he kissed you fully on your lips.
“Happy birthday, baby.”, he murmured and brushed your hair behind one ear, before gently smiling down at you, “I hope you like it - I… I had planned something else, actually - a walk in the park and stargazing, but the weather suddenly decided to change.”
You just gave him a soft smile in return, standing on your tip toes and kissing him again. “Thank you so much, this is perfect.”, you mumbled against his lips and he sighed, relieved.
“Well, then let’s eat something and get cozy. It’s time for a movie marathon.”, he replied, reaching for your hand and pulling you with him towards the blanket fort.
You giggled, happiness and love washing over you - because even though Rowoon’s original plan for your birthday had changed quite a bit, his birthday gift was still absolutely perfect.
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[11:29am] You climbed on top a stool to make Rowoon look up at you, tired of him teasing you about being shorter than him.
"How's it feel, huh?"
Rowoon chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
"Oh, I'm devastated."
He reached out and wrapped his arms around you, easily lifting you from where you stood. You struggled to escape, but he just held you closer to him.
"What's wrong? You're still taller, aren't you?"
He wasn't wrong. That said, it felt as though the power dynamic had shifted. He laughed at your conflicted frown, and gave you his best puppy-dog eyes, complete with a pout. "Lean down and kiss me, I can't reach." You scoffed, and tried to escape again.
"What, do you not like being taller after all?"
You impulsively grabbed his face and pulled it up towards yours. It was a pretty nice feeling, to feel his jaw tilted upwards in your hands. Still, the pleased smile resting on his face afterwards made you feel like you lost somehow.
You startle awake, heart racing, mind still caught inside your nightmare.
You’re breathing way too quickly and your whole body is trembling. After finally calming down a bit, you carefully try to slide out of bed, wanting to get some water.
Your boyfriend beside you groans at your sudden movement, one arm lazily slinging over your middle and pulling you back onto the mattress.
“Where you’re going?”, Rowoon mumbles, voice gruff with sleep. You’re still trembling and suddenly, he’s wide awake. “Are you okay? What happened?”, he asks and sits up, quickly flipping on the light on your nightstand. When he sees your tear-stained cheeks, he immediately pulls you to his chest, gently beginning to rub your back. “Shhh, my love, it was just a dream.”
You snuggle closer and breathe him in - clean, warm and of home, that’s what he smells like. His scent instantly calms you and you soon fall asleep again, safe in his arms.
Can I have 13 now with Rowoon again please ? I loved the previous one so much ♡♡ Love you 💕
Some people never learn.
Sadly, you are ‘some people’ too - because it had taken you break-up number three to finally realize that your (now) ex-boyfriend truly wasn’t the man of your dreams.
But still, break-up number three hurts just as much as the two before. Right now, you have wrapped yourself in a blanket burrito and are eating tons of ice cream while watching sappy romance movies, all while desperately trying to suppress your seemingly never-ending tears.
Thankfully, your best friend Rowoon has promised to come over to your place tonight, hopefully able to distract you from the prospect of dying alone with only four or five cats to keep you company for the rest of your miserable life. When you finally hear the sound of the doorbell, you quickly get out of bed and buzz Rowoon inside.
Just seconds later, he almost sprints through the corridor and towards your door, immediately pulling you in a warm, familiar hug. Snuggling closer, you finally feel your tears subside and your racing mind calm down. “You’re okay there, little one?”, your best friend asks in a worried voice, gently cupping your face between his large hands. You just hiccup once and nod, giving him a wobbly smile. He returns it a bit sadly and brushes your hair out of your face.
“I’m sorry he hurt you again, but he never deserved you anyway.”, Rowoon murmurs and tilts his head to one side, gazing at you with dark, warm eyes, “But hush now, my darling, I’m here - and no one will ever hurt you again.”
