#treasure maker

summary: when y/n seek out their boyfriend who hasn’t been home in a few days, they share a quiet yet intimate moment

( not ) warnings: reader can cook, kinda long ( which is why it took so long to upload ), author sucks at describing kissing 😀

pairing: gn! reader x idol! hamada asahi

genre: soulmate au ( red string, brief mention ), fluff, comfort

author note: trying to publish more stuff that involves idols instead of racing drivers

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being a leader came with responsibilities that kept asahi away for much longer than when he was just making music for the group. it was hard for them to adjust to his new role and how much pressure rested on his shoulders, but asahi’s career meant everything to him. y/n understood and suffered silently as their boyfriend practically moved into the yg building.

they had spoken with junkyu’s partner who felt the same way and decided on spending time with him at the company instead of sulking at home alone. even though junkyu didn’t pay much attention to them, being with him healed them a little.

so, y/n took their advice and decided to surprise asahi.

they glanced down at the red string threaded around their pinky before looking up at the sign that indicated where asahi is currently residing. y/n took a deep breath, pressed the numbers and opened his now unlocked door.

there he was.

their asahi.

his back was facing them, headphones on and head swaying slightly as he tapped his fingers against the desk. the small bin he kept under it was almost full, empty containers and plastic from the convenience store yg has.

“good thing i brought dinner. he probably hasn’t eaten a proper meal in a while”

they pushed his door closed and walked towards him slowly, making sure not to startle him.

they watched his fingers twitch against the desk as he whipped around, feeling a presence behind him. his eyes widened at the sight of them standing there, he quickly took off his headphones and stood up making y/n smile softly. asahi carefully reached out to intertwine their hands before giving them a small squeeze, proving to him that he isn’t imagining things.

“you’re here”

everything about him was gentle. from the way he spoke, to the way he looked at them, even the way he touched them. asahi saw them as something delicate, fragile even, like a piece of stained glass: "something so beautiful that he could only see admire from the distance. afraid of leaving fingerprints on such a heavenly masterpiece".

he's always had such a way with words.

“junkyu’s partner gave me the idea. i brought food too”

“thank you”

it went quiet after that, but neither minded. asahi threw on one of the many playlists he’s made for them before helping set up despite their protests. he’s always been a man who showed his love through actions when the right words escaped him or he believed were simply not enough. it shows in the way he remembers every tiny detail that they never thought was important nor necessary to remember, it shows on stage with certain yet subtle gestures that only they could understand, it shows in the way he looks for them in everything no matter where he goes, it show in the way he looks at them as if they’re the sun to his earth — the only thing that keeps him growing and flowing against the darkness that threatens to push through.

it was mostly silent between the couple as they ate, sometimes asahi would let out a sigh when he bit into one of their dishes ( oh how he missed having a home cooked meal ) or y/n would ask a question about his producing and if anything has changed in their schedule ( she just likes hearing him talk ).

“wanna listen to what i’m working on?” he asked timidly, cheeks heating up slightly at seeing y/n’s wide eyes

asahi had asked them once before. back then they denied, willingly to wait until it was set to be released.

“are you sure?” asahi nodded and took their free hand, making y/n place the empty container back down

he sat them in his chair before gently placing the headphones over their ears. they watched their boyfriend click away different files until one was left, which he pushed play on.

it started off slow, then his voice broke through. y/n felt their head sway to the beat as he sung with passion and the type of sadness that had fans clutching their hearts in pain as tears streamed down their face. hearing him sing in his native language as always gripped y/n more than him singing in korean. the lyrics were full of nothing, but love yet detailed the struggles he’s faced ( not that fans would know ) while being in a relationship with y/n.

they hadn’t even realised that they were crying until asahi gently dabbed their cheek with the sleeve of his cardigan. y/n turned towards him, headphones still on as the song continued to play while he brushed away their tears.

“asahi”

he knew they wouldn’t be able to hear him if he spoke due to the volume, so he only tilted his head, one hand still resting on their cheek.

“kiss me”

his lips parted in shock as their words, but asahi found himself leaning in. they’ve only been together for a few months and their physical affection towards each other still barely exists.

but, how could he reject them? especially when they’re looking at him like it was more of a need than a simple request.

asahi brought up his other hand and gently held their face as they both leaned forward. it felt like minutes had gone by until their lips touched, but when they did?

it was something unexplainable.

y/n has always been nervous about kissing someone, afraid of it being awkward or accidentally knocking into their teeth or head. it was a fear they’ve held that only increased when dating asshi, but of course, everything was easy with him.

it wasn’t like a firework had gone off, but more like the once raging ocean waves that crashed against each other had now calmed down and rippled softly.

asahi moved away first.

he didn’t want to.

oh, he wanted to stay with his lips pressed against their’s for as long as he could, but he needed to breathe.

y/n opened their eyes and stared at their boyfriend who smiled. his hands moved away from their face to take off their headphones, but y/n still continued to gaze at him in silence before he cleared his throat.

“so… you like the song?”

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“i love you”

both their eyes widened at y/n’s words. they gripped the armrest, ready to run when asahi let out a small chuckle before reaching for their hands.

“i love you too” he said before giving them a gentle squeeze

“i really liked the song”

“i wrote it for you”

“thank you?”

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