#soobin fluffy

“nooo,” soobin whined, drawing the word as yeonjun clicked another photo across the table. “don’t send that.”

but it was simply too late.

beomgyu was ready, with phone in one hand, eyes lit with mischief as he snapped yet another picture of soobin, and sent directly to his ‘beloved’s’ number.

“hyung you’re so down bad,” kai giggled, his own face flushed a pretty pink. he flopped forward, chin landing on soobin’s shoulder. “you have been chanting yn’s name for an hour now.”

“have not,” soobin mumbled into his palms, which had migrated to cover the entirety of his pretty face. but his ears— the tips of them, burned crimson, and the flush has crept down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his tank. his chest felt tight in the best, worst way. everytime someone said yn, his heart would do a little flip.

yn. yn. yn.

“you literally just said it three times in a row,” taehyun deadpanned, swirling the last of his drink. he was the most functional of the five, which meant he was only mostly drunk. soobin keened, hiding deeper into himself.

as he fished out his own phone, fumbling with the lock, struggling to unlock it under the table.

he didn’t realize he’d started chanting you name out loud again until beomgyu doubled over mid laugh.

“there he goes. ‘yn. yn. where are they? wheres my yn..’”

twenty minutes later, you pushed open the restaurant’s door, the chime signalling your very presence in the room.

the scene was exactly as chaotic as described. beomgyu and hyuka were arm-wrestling (badly), taehyun was sipping water like a disappointed father, and yeonjun was attempting to put a paper crown on soobin’s head.

but soobin—

soobin was slumped sideways in his chair, head tilted back, eyes half-closed. his cheeks were flushed all the way down to his collarbones. his lips were slightly parted, and his fingers were loosely curled around an empty glass.

“soobin,” you said softly, stepping close.

the effect was immediate.

his eyes flew open. blinked once. twice. then his entire face lit up—a smile so wide, so radiant, so painfully genuine that his cheeks must have hurt. he looked like he’d just seen the sun after a long winter.

“yn,” he breathed, voice cracking.

before you could say another word, soobin lunged forward and buried his face into your stomach, arms wrapping around your waist like a koala. he was warm, so warm, and he smelled like soju and vanilla and home.

“you came,” he mumbled into your knitted sweater. “you came.”

you laughed softly, threading fingers through his dark hair. “of course i came. you texted me, didn’t you? you ruined my nightly routine though”

“deserved,” soobin said, voice thick. “missed you. missed you so much it hurt here.” he pulled back just enough to press his palm flat against his own chest, right over his heart. “it was beating your name. thump-thump-yn-thump-thump.”

behind him, yeonjun mouthed oh my god to the rest of the table.

you cupped soobin’s face in both hands, thumbs brushing his burning cheekbones. “you’re so drunk, baby.”

“mm,” soobin agreed, leaning into your touch like a cat starved of affection. “drunk on you.” he giggled at his own stupid line, then grew serious. “no, wait. that was bad. but i mean it. i mean everything. i love—mmf.”

you gently pressed a thumb to his lips before he could confess to the entire restaurant. “is that so?” you murmured, playing along, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“mhm. and your hands are so soft. like clouds. clouds that love me.” he turned his head, pressing a clumsy kiss to the center of your palm. then he grew serious as he struggled to stand on his own two legs. “i missed you. three hundred. no. a thousand hundred.”

he started leaning in, eyes fluttering shut, lips puckering for more than just your palm—aiming for your lips but landing somewhere near the corner of your jaw. before he could try again, a chorus of protests erupted.

you laughed, pressing one firm kiss to soobin’s forehead (he whined at the loss of your lips), then looped an arm around his waist. “c’mon, soobin-ah. time to go.”

“‘m not tired,” he mumbled, even as his head dropped to your shoulder.

“i know, baby. let’s go anyway.”

he went willingly, waving sloppily over his shoulder at the boys. “bye, friends! i love you! not as much as yn. but i love you!”

“we know,” four voices yelled back.

getting soobin home was an adventure.

he stopped to point at three different cats (“yn, look. that’s us. because you’re pretty and i’m fluffy”), tried to convince you to carry him piggyback (“i’m light, yn, i’ve been skipping carbs”), and spent a solid five minutes staring at your shared apartment door because the “color reminded him of your eyes.”

the door was beige.

but you loved him so much it made you dizzy.

inside, you guided him through the familiar motions: shoes off, his shirt and tank off as well (he pouted the entire time, cold without it), face wiped with a cool cloth (he leaned into the pressure like a cat), and a large glass of water coaxed down his throat. he threw a small tantrum when you suggested brushing his teeth—“but i’m tired, yn, and you’re being mean”—but gave in the moment you kissed his nose.

by the time you both tumbled into bed, the clock read 1:34 am. you were exhausted, the kind of bone-deep tired that comes from caring for a drunk, giant, adorable boyfriend. soobin, still flushed and loose-limbed, curled into your side like he belonged there (he did), his cheek pressed to your chest.

you ran your fingers through his hair. he sighed, content.

sleep was pulling you under, soft and heavy, when—

soobin sat up.

“soobin,” you groaned, not even opening your eyes. “bedtime.”

but he was already moving, pressing clumsy, open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, your chin, the corner of your mouth, your nose, your eyelids, your forehead—every inch of your face he could reach, each kiss punctuated by a mumbled “love you” or “missed you so much” or simply your name, breathed like a secret.

“soobin,” you tried again, voice thick with exhaustion. your hand found the back of his neck, fingers curling into the soft baby hairs there. “baby. sleep.”

“‘m not done,” he protested, pulling back just enough to look at you with those big, hazy, adoring eyes. his lips were pink and kiss-swollen, his cheeks still that beautiful drunk-flush. “i have to kiss you. it’s important.”

you laughed, soft and sleepy, and gave up.

with a gentle but firm hand, you guided him back down—not to sleep, but just enough. you tilted his chin with your thumb, leaned in, and pressed one last kiss to his lips. chaste. sweet. the kind of kiss that said i’m here, i’ve got you, we have got forever.

then you tucked his head into the crook of your arm, pulled him flush against your chest, and let your other hand resume its slow path through his hair.

“now sleep,” you murmured, already halfway gone.

soobin froze.

his brain—already sluggish, already swimming in you, already short-circuiting from the kiss and the warmth and the way you smelled and the fact that you held him like he was precious—completely crashed.

he blinked once then twice.

his heart, which had been hammering your name all night, finally just... stopped trying to form words.

oh, he thought, very intelligently. 

he didn’t move. didn’t breathe for a solid three seconds. just lay there, cradled against your chest, as you drifted off beneath him like it was nothing, like you hadn’t just rewired his entire nervous system with a single kiss and a hand in his hair.

your breathing evened out.

soobin stayed awake, staring at the soft curve of your jaw, utterly, hopelessly, spectacularly broken—in the best way possible.

“fuck,” he whispered to the dark room, very quietly, very reverently.

and then, because he was still a little drunk and a lot in love, he pressed one more kiss to your collarbone, buried his burning face against your neck, and let your heartbeat sing him to sleep.

2:16 PM

Okay darling. Stay safe, I’ll see you soon, Soo. I love you.

Luckily, I was in the last paragraph of my essay assignment and I quickly typed it up and sent it to my professor. I shut my laptop down and placed it in my room, also slipping on my shoes and my jacket and grabbing my purse and keys on the way out from the table. I made my way down to our local supermarket. It was the New Year, early January and still quite chilly. I merrily made my way.

I decided to make some Bulgogi and Kimbop. I found all the ingredients with ease, and on the way to the checkout, I stuffed in a lot of junk food - ice cream, crisps, popcorn, and chocolate, jellies the lot. I picked out a beautiful bouquet of flowers; adorned with chrysanthemums, Transvaal daisies, peonies, and freesia. I smiled to myself while the aroma of the flowers filled my nostrils and I placed them on the conveyor belt along with my other items. The cashier kindly smiled at me and checked my items without a word. I gave her the change and proceeded to make my way back to the apartment. 

The time I arrived home was around four, so I tucked away my sneakers and hung up my jacket, placed the bouquet in a vase with fresh water and proceeded to tidy the house up a bit before beginning to make the dinner. The minutes and hours seem to tick away all too fast, and as I lit the candle I stood back to admire the small dinner date I made us, and I heard the door open. I went out to see Soobin dropping her bag on the floor, and taking off her jacket. I went over to help her hang it, I pulled her into a tight embrace as I gave her small peck behind the ear. I let go to face her, her face was tired.

 “I’m so glad you’re home, Soo.” I chimed, hoping to raise her spirits a little, and this was confirmed when her eyes did the smiling.

 “I’m feeling a lot better now that I’m home with you.” She gave me a small smile but I could hear the tiredness in her voice. I slipped down her to hold her by the hand and lead her to the kitchen.

 “I made dinner,” I told her smiling. “I knew you weren’t feeling great, so I cooked your favorite. I got you.” I pulled her chair out and she stared in awe at the dinner.

 “Babe, you didn’t have to!” I chuckled taking a seat in front of her. “It was the least I could do for my sunshine who wasn’t feeling the best,” I say.

The whole dinner we laugh and talk nonstop. She told me what happened to today and what they’ll be doing. After we finished the meal, I cleared the table. The rest of the night was spent cuddling in bed watching Netflix, with her in my arms as I caressed her hair, and soon enough she fell asleep.

 “Soo?” I whispered, but no reaction. I smirked, giving her a small peck on her forehead.

 “Ohh, Soo. How I adore you so. You make me the happiest person on the planet, with basically no effort. I’m intrigued by you and I’ve found myself wanting you more and more than I should, and I can’t get enough of you.” I whispered softly to her, careful not to wake her up.