Fluff At 2am Is The Best Ugh

talk tomorrow — lee heeseung. best friends to lovers. drunken confessions. fluff. (1.1k words)

It takes a single message from Jay reading “Heeseung drunk. Please help” for you to leave the comfort of your bed in favor of picking up your best friend.

He’d told you the night prior that he’d be drinking out with his friends, even asked you to come with him. However, you were a prisoner to your 10-page essay due at midnight so you’d opted out of his invitation – despite his accompanying doe-eyes, pout, and whining. He had taken everything out of his books of “How To Get (Name) To Say Yes” for you to reconsider, but you’d kept a firm stand on wanting to pass your subject.

Though, at 2am, with your essay—not proofread— passed and sent into the void for you to never look at ever again, you had no choice but to get the boy before he makes stupid decisions that’d have him be subject to his friends’ teasing the next day. If Jay’s one text message hadn’t convinced you, Jake’s drunk phone call with Heeseung mumbling your name over and over again would’ve done the trick.

So, clad in pajamas you had every intent on sleeping in, you’re left walking a few minutes away from his destination until you could smell the familiar scent of hard liquor. It doesn’t take a minute of you announcing you’d arrived before Heeseung barges out of the club doors to stumble his way to you and take you in his arms, just like in the movies, back slouched and head draped on your shoulder.

Though, the movies never described how foul alcohol would smell like on a boy’s sweaty body. It made you freak out, along with the thought of the connotations of a drunken boy who could pull whoever he wanted. Had he met a pretty girl?

Had it been Jake, you wouldn’t have minded. You’d even go as far as saying you’d help him, but Heeseung is a different case. Different in that you’re madly in love with him, and you could only ever see Jake as a brother figure.

“(Name)? Is it actually you?” His words come out in a slur, but you don’t miss the tilt of sudden giddiness in the way that he speaks to you.

“He’s been whining about you all night.” Jay’s voice follows from right behind him, peeling the drunk boy away from you who instantly makes grabby hands and lunges right back when Jay lets go. You could hear Heeseung mumbling, “don’t tell her”, against your shoulder.

“Don’t tell me what?” You try to support Heeseung’s wait on you, looking from him to Jay who simply shrugs his shoulders in response. Jake is a compliant drunk at the back with his eyes curtained and hands behind his back so Jay doesn’t scold him.

“That I like you.” He murmurs, low rasp in his voice and arms tightening around you as if to prepare you for the words you had never expected to hear from the boy. You would’ve stumbled in your step had Heeseung not depended most of his weight on you.

Jake’s mouth drops.

“Oh my god. He actually said it.” You could hear Jake’s harsh whispers that Jay desperately tries to shut down, dragging his friend back into the building despite his attempts at trying to see the scene unfold before him.

The door closes, and it’s just you, Heeseung, and the faint music playing from the club.

“Do you actually mean that?” You ask more to yourself, sudden bomb dropped. Apparently, it does not take seconds to comprehend that the boy you’d been in love with since middle school bears the same feelings for you. So, you stand there looking like an idiot with Heeseung stuck to you like his life depends on it.

“Of course I do.” His head perks up, defensive almost, peeling away from you. “Have you not— have you not noticed the way I look at you? How I have all your favorite books memorized, how I know everything about you by heart? I like you so much, (Name). I like you so much that sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe because what is my heart for if not to love you?”

“Hee—”

“How could anyone not love you? You walk into a room, and everyone is captivated by you. Magic is everywhere with you, and I just want to be able to have even just a fraction of who you are. But I could never tell you that. I’m just… I’m just your best friend, right? How could I be anything more?”

His eyes are glossy, and fixated on your lips before he curses himself. “I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?”

“Hee, of course I’m not mad at you. But, can we talk about this tomorrow? I don’t want you to say things you don’t mean.”

“But I do mean everything, baby. And I’ll—” Hiccup. “I’ll say everything again tomorrow, anything you want for you to believe me.”

“Come on, let’s go home. We’ll talk more about this in the morning, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You’re gonna have a really bad headache tomorrow.”

“Hmm… I heard kisses are a good remedy.”

“Really, now?”

“Mhm.”

His hand dives after yours, walking with you to your apartment minutes away. Your heart flutters in the space between your intertwined fingers. He holds onto you like he knows nothing else. It only makes you smile more.

He’ll settle for handholding tonight.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

“Mmm, couldn’t stop thinking about you though. It’s always more fun with you.” Heeseung doesn’t even think of what he’s saying anymore, spewing unfiltered words he’d normally keep hidden until he was sure you felt the same. Maybe it’s because his mind is too busy reeling what it’d be like to be with you, and how your lips could possibly feel like on his.

“Hee.” You warn light-heartedly.

“Okay, tomorrow, tomorrow. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” He repeats like a mantra before sighing out. “Want time to hurry. Wanna know if you feel the same way.”

Heeseung looks lost in his own body when you arrive back into your apartment, but he still has everything memorized—where to take his shoes off, where to sit as you hand him a glass of water to drink, where his spare clothes are.

Your chest feels warm the whole time you help him wash his face. He simply sits there, compliant and behaved which is not how he’s like on a day to day basis, as you run your hands through his face, even after you dry him off with a towel. Heeseung is only a boy with a mind thinking if his everydays could look like this.

He falls asleep after 15 minutes, but his hand never leaves yours, and there’s a little note on your bedtime with lines you could barely recognize as Heeseung’s handwriting.

I meant everything. Talk tomorrow.

Talk, Snuggles, And Kisses - P.J

pairing: jay x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing?

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“fuck… what do i do…” the stressed boy walks back and forth in his hotel room, thoughts running through his head. he finally sat down his bed and placed his hands on his face, feeling embarrassed of what he is about to do.

as a man in his 20s, it was probably embarrassing how he can’t sleep fully alone, hence why he has roommates. although he sleeps alone in his room at home, it was different. it was loud back home, heeseung often playing online with his best friend beomgyu, screaming at each other, so he feels alright knowing someone was there. but here, it was too quiet and it creeped him out.

your head raised up from your pillow as you heard a knock on your hotel room door, halting you from the random cooking show you were watching on the television. grabbing your phone, your eyes squint as the brightness of your phone blinds you, quickly adjusting it down. 2:03 am.

who the hell? you thought, hesitantly getting up from your bed. maybe it’s a drunk person mistaken your room with theirs? or what if it’s a creepy person? gosh you watch too many crime shows.

you let out an airy breath, peaking through the peephole of the white door, feeling relief once you see jay, who seemed to looked bothered.

opening the door, you felt yourself smile at the boy, whose ears were turning red. “i’m sorry, did i wake you?” shaking your head, you glanced back behind you, the television playing in the background. "no, i couldn't really sleep... same for you?"

he nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "um, do you think, uh..."

you tilted your head as the boy struggles with his words, making your heart flutter. it's cute how your boyfriend still feels shy around you. "what is it, jay?"

"can i sleep with you? i mean, next to you? if that's alright,"

you let out a giggle, nodding softly.

you gently took his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand. “come in.” you pulled the boy in your room, before you let go of his hand to crawl back under your covers, patting the empty space next to you.

jay took no time and crawled beside you, already feeling comfortable compared to earlier when he was by himself. you looked at your boyfriend, seeing how much space he left for you, making your heart flutter. he was such a gentleman, and you love how he always ask you when it comes to intimacy things.

it’s a first time for you two as a couple to be traveling together, and this is also the first time you both get to be on the same… well, bed.

glancing at the boy who already was looking at you, giving you a slight smile. he wanted to be sure you were comfortable of him being there.

“you know you can come closer. we can cuddle.” you whispered the last part, feeling your heart beating out of your chest. “alright, only because you say so.” he responds.

he scooted closer, his arm lifted up, unsure where to place it, making you smile. taking his arm, you draped it over your waist, snuggling closer to his body. your arm have also wrapped itself around his waist, feeling comfy.

you were so close to him that he could feel your breath fanning on his neck, making him giddy. you felt his hand began stroking your lower back lightly, moving his head a bit so he could face you, wanting to see your face.

you look so beautiful, even without your usual makeup on. the way he looks at you makes you melt. he was admiring you like you were a piece of art, which he thinks you are. “how are you so beautiful?” he whispered, his hand finding its way to your cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb, making your eyes flutter.

although you had been dating for quite a while, you were still at that stage where you two were taking things slow, even kissing each other took a while. so this is still a very nerve-racking thing.

you slowly leaned towards the boy, pressing your lips on his, feeling him kiss back, his arm around your waist tightens. "i'm literally the luckiest man in the world, you know that?" that made your stomach flip, smiling into the kiss.

he held you as if it was the end of the world, not wanting to let you go. "i love you." he loves you, a lot. he knew that the moment he saw you, and he wasn't afraid to say it. you, on the other hand, know that you feel something special for him, but you aren't ready to say those three words yet, and you feel guilty.

"you're thinking about it again." jay pulls from the kiss, staring into your eyes. "i told you that it's okay if you don't say it. i can wait. i don't care how long it takes."

"sorry, it's just i feel horrible. i-" you looked down for a second before his hand lifted your chin, seeing him smile at you softly. "i will wait. i will always wait when it comes to you." you nodded and felt him stroke your hair.

jay kept stroking your hair, humming a song to you as your eyes slowly closed, sleep taking over you.

"i'll keep waiting for you." he mumbled into your hair as he held you. and he means it because, to him, you're always worth waiting for.

he soon quickly drifted into sleep after you, holding each other, comfy in each other's presence.

## jwi is so damn hot here, i want cry so bad %!#

What your cameraroll looks like if you're dating Bang Chan

Rendezvous - Park Jay

please remember English isn't my first language and sorry for any typos <3

WARNINGS: Making out, use of curse words (please tell me if there are more!)

listen to the song below <3

Tossing and turning in your bed, sleep was far from your plans at this point but you were trying so hard because you wanted to feel energetic for the upcoming day since you had days off of work, finally. You wanted to use them to the max. Huffing you finally landed in a comfortable position on your back. At least for now.

Finally feeling tirendness, you relaxed hoping you'd fall into a deep sleep soon, but it was all interrupted by your phone ringing. You groaned and aggressively pushed the covers off your body and grabbed your charging phone, unhooking it at the same time. "What?" you wanted to sound cold but it sounded more of a sleepy tired and low whisper tone. Hearing a chuckle that you knew oh, so well, come from the other side of the phone you rolled your eyes.

"Fuck you want Park?" you sighed and laid back on the bed. "Your attention." he said with his deep ass voice, sending shivers down your spine.

Park Jay. Your one and only rival in many ways. Schools grades, popularity, damn even your families were at each other's throats, so these late night phone calls and late night meet ups is something so weird for someone to hear that knew the both of you. How all this started is another talk that didn't matter much as much as it mattered to Y/n that he hasn't called for the past few days making you miss him.

You hated the fact that you did because it was all a game to the both of you. Fun. And you wanted to win but he thinks highly of himself. Lately he's been slipping and you didn't like it. Not calling like he used to, giving you little less attention and being constantly with a different girl in his arms everytime you see him.

About you missing him... I mean everyone has issues and one of yours was that you did miss him. And when I say him I mean him only. Sure you've messed around but never had you missed someone. Ever.

"I need your attention sweetheart." he says again. "You know the place." you started and as you finished you looked at your clock on the wall.

00:30am

Perfect - you thought as a smirk grew on your face. "And time Park." you said. You hear him sigh and could feel his small smile through the phone. "I don't wait around Park. Come and take my breath away like you do." you said once again into the phone as you were now on your feet, looking outside of your window that looked right down into the front porch. "Wanna go for a ride maybe?" you asked, hearing no answer from him.

"Come see me face to face Jay."

And that was his last stroke. "How'd you feel about a rendezvous baby?" he hiskily says as you hear shuffling, knowing he's just a few minutes away from your house. "As I said Park, you know the time and place." you say softly, making his heart jump. Staying in silence for a couple minutes you finally saw his car entering your driveway. His tall figure getting out before jumping over the fence, landing straight on his feet as he looks up at the window where you are and smirks up at you.

Next thing you know he climbed up and through your window now standing right in front of you, hand reaching for the phone on you ear, turning it off and throwing it somewhere on your bed. "Glad to know you're still awake sweetheart." he strokes your cheek as you melt under his touch. The tension growing between you two and was ready to burst any moment now.

You could see each other finally,  since both your families were home. As of now, they were not even halfway into their business trip, giving you a chance to sneak around with Jay.

"Glad to know you accepted my invitation." you replied and that were your last words before Jay had captured your lips with his in a deep kiss  completely taking your breath away just how you told him to. You kissed back as your hands moved around his neck, pulling him closer to you as if he was gonna pull away and run.

Jay had smiled into the kiss from your gestures as his hands that were on your waist, tightened their grip on it. "God I missed you." he breathed out between your kiss. "Me or-" "You. All of you." Not even letting you finish your question and answering with a breathy tone as laid you on your bed with him hivering over you. He dove into your lips again, his tongue asking for permission and you let him dearly.

The answer caught you off guard as he never had said that he missed you. Ut was always just coming over for his needs and only for fun then you were back to the normal rivals that liked to throw words at each other or tease each other and get on each other's nerves. But this night was different. You both could feel it in the air and the tension that was still cutting between you.

Jay had his lips on your neck now, giving you soft pecks on some places and then he'd move a spot down and leave a soft mark on it so it would be easy to hide.

His hands were touching you so softly and everytime he changed the hands position he gave you a look, asking for confirmation (not that he had never asked you if you were okay with anything.)

After a few more neck kisses he pulled away and sat on his knees, looking down at you, laid, beneath him, breathing all heavily from the makeout. He was looking at you like as if you were something so dear for him, and you were. He knew it so well but never admitted it.

"I can't continue pretending and playing you like this." he says, catching you off guard. "I know I said our meet ups aren't anything about falling in love but I lied darling." he moved his face between your neck now, kissing it word after word. Your palms had placed themselves on both his cheeks before making him look at you. "Took you long enough to admit huh pretty boy?" you smirked at him.

He chuckled as he kissed your lips with a hum.

"How'd you feel about a rendezvous?" "Rendezvous, time for two."  "I'm not tryna fall in love with you, just tryna do a rendezvous."

We're the exact same words he said the first time he suggested all this and you agreed, kinda hoping it'll end up like how you two were now. And this rendezvous was full of love, taking care of each other through out the night. Jay was especially caring, making you completely forget what you two had between each other but that didn't matter anymore and definitely not tonight.

Its just the two of you.

How'd you feel about a rendezvous? Rendezvous, time for two.

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I just melt with these hyune fluffs

the premise: ur reaction to hyunjin's new short purple hair. this is very self indulgent and silly and fluffy and im mad at this man for being so pretty (i love him so much)

"are your eyes closed?" hyunjin's voice echoes from behind the door, as you lie on your stomach upon the bed.

"they are!" you yell back, palms pressing tightly against your eyelids. "can you hurry, i miss the light."

"you are so dramatic," hyunjin giggles, and you can vividly imagine him, head tipped back, a fond smile etched on his face—the one he reserves just for you. it sends a tingling warmth through your spine; you've come to learn hyunjin through these past three years, you can now clearly envision him, even behind your darkened eyelids, picturing every mimic of his as if he's right before you.

"save me boyfriend with pretty brown eyes, save me!"

"just a few more seconds baby, i promise," he quickly reassures, and you bite your lip slightly. you know he must be running his hands through his hair, trying to tame the stubborn strands you love to tuck behind his ear. a slight nervous shake in his limbs as he assesses himself in the enormous vanity mirror in your room. hyunjin knows he's good looking, it would be idiotic of him to believe otherwise. but it is always after significant changes in his appearance that he becomes almost shier, as if adjusting to the person reflecting back in the mirror.

"you're really pretty, you know that, right?" you speak softly.

"you didn't even see me yet," a smile is latched onto his words, making them ring sweetly in your ears.

"i don't need to. i think you are physically incapable of being ugly. beauty just oozes from each one of your features."

"okay, you can look now because i need to kiss you before i pass out," he sighs and you laugh before swiftly pulling your hands away from your eyes. you blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the stream of light coursing through your pupils. and then, your gaze locks on hyunjin.

his hair is short again. deep purple reflections dancing underneath the silver light of your bedroom.

you blink.

his hair is still short. and purple.

you blink again.

"are you... malfunctioning?" he chuckles, eyes disappearing into moon crescents.

"holy shit," you whisper, scrambling to the edge of the bed where he's standing, fidgeting from one leg to another. you quickly stand on the mattress so you can tower over him, turning his head to the left, then right.

"you cut your hair," you whisper in wonder.

"i did. do you like it?"

"do. i. like. it?" you repeat incredulously, running your fingers through his silky threads. "i prayed for this day to come, you don't understand," you beam at him, wrapping your hand around his neck, his hands find the slate of your waist, pressing you closer to him.

"did you now, love?"

"you're so pretty. i hate you," you sigh, tugging at his strands in wonder, admiring the rich color that's dancing off his hair.

"that sounds contradictory," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. you bite his arm in response. he yelps loudly in true hyunjin fashion.

"you're actually so gorgeous it maddens me. how are you real," you pinch his cheek slightly, and he only screeches louder. "how are you mine?" you add, poking his nose, and he wraps an arm around your midriff, before throwing you back into the bed, this time hovering over you.

"because you're you, so i can't be anything but yours."

"give me a minute," you sigh, closing your eyes. "i can't handle your words and your hair at the same time."

"you're an idiot," he laughs, and it sounds so genuine, a barely concealed 'thank you' peeking behind the syllables, as he buries his head in your neck. you can't help but smile in response.

"let me look at you," you cradle his face between your hands, your noses brushing against one another. your gaze turns serious as you drink in each feature of his. you love his long hair, love running your hands through it and braiding his locks before you sleep. but his short hair makes his features more prominent, undisturbed by stray strands that never want to remain in place.

you can feel his cheeks warm up underneath your touch, his gaze growing shier under your scrutinization, his head tilting to the side, pressing further onto your palm. nothing about your love has changed, even after three years of dating.

"you really like it?" he asks, tone quiet, lips brushing against your own, velvet meeting velvet.

"i do," you whisper, before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "you know what's insane about you?"

"do tell," he smiles, bopping his nose against your own.

"your face is so goddamn pretty, and yet, it is the least beautiful thing about you."

"i know," he smiles, pecking your cheek, then your wrist in a tenderness that makes your heart drop to your knees. "you're the most beautiful part of me."

♡ ꒱ bad decisions 𓂃 ᗢᘏᓗ

pairing: ex boyfriend!jongseong x afab!reader

genre: fluff, exes to lovers, slight angst

summary: your best friend, who is your ex boyfriend returns to town and offers to help you cook for Thanksgiving. What if his only intention wasn't to cook and he misses you too much to not kiss you?

word count: 1.2k

warnings: kissing — making out sort of, could be called slightly suggestive

a/n: Hi hi, seeing how bomb Jay looked the other day made me crave writing for him so here it is 🥹 thank you for your support on my previous works, please don't forget to give feedback since it's highly appreciated here!! Please enjoy 💖

"I think we should just give up, to be honest." You broke your silence, wiping the droplets of sweat that was starting to form on your forehead.

You were frustrated and tired, definitely regretting your decision of inviting everyone over to your place for the upcoming Thanksgiving.

What were you thinking? You weren't even confident in your cooking.

"We're a little bit too late in this to give up, don't you think, sweetheart?" Your bestfriend, Jay, responded to you, still holding the knife in his hands as he kept cutting the ingredients for your planned course of meals.

Being the angel he is, he offered to come help you cook, only because he missed being with you in the kitchen, just like the old days.

You sighed, having flashbacks of your previous relationships status with him once he briefly turned your way, giggling adorably when he noticed the familiar grumpy look on your face.

Same as he did a year ago, maybe he wasn't so changed after all, you thought, since the look in his eyes were still the same.

Filled with nothing but love, shinning for you.

"Just bare with me for thirty minutes until I'm done cutting these .." he suggested, ".. then we can take a break and rest, I can even massage your back, okay?"

You simply nodded as you stared at his figure from behind, unable to stop yourself from having deja vu's, which didn't help you focus on the food before you that was waiting to be cooked.

You missed him and it was really hard to ignore when he was this close, yet not close enough to you at the same time.

Just a year ago, the guy who has been your best friend since the age of 12 opened up to you about his feelings, asking you out to be his girlfriend after all those years of gathering his courage up.

Luckily for him, you were sharing the same feelings, which led you both to the best 4 months of your lives as each other's partners on the following short period of time.

It was all perfect; you were living together, about the finish collage together, had so many plans and dreams that you shared since the day you met in the playground when you two were only 7 years old.

But it all crumbled into million pieces when Jay had to move to live abroad, in America, due to family problems.

You knew each other too well to fake the "we can work this out despite the distances" crap, since neither of you believed in long distance relationships, not at all.

So, that was how your relationship come to an unfortunate end, without a real closure cause none of you let the other one go till the last moment, till the moment he stepped into that plane and flew away.

Flew away and left nothing behind.

It's been a year after his leave, a year that passed by with none of you daring to contact the other, and he was back.

He was back for you actually, but the problems was that, he couldn't man up to tell you that just yet.

The aftermath of leaving the love of his life behind was worse than Jay ever imagined, even breathing became hard for him every day he spent not hearing from you.

It just wasn't working for him, not without you.

So, after maybe trillions of arguments and deep talks with his family, he managed to set himself free, to come back here — to come back to you, his home.

It hasn't even been a month since he was back in town, and admittedly, it was hard to adjust back to his presence, but not harder than when he left.

You just had to keep reminding yourself that he wasn't your boyfriend but just a friend now, your best friend, like the old days.

Thankfully, you had other stuff to distract yourself with from him being present again, such as getting hired for your dream job, which was the main reason why you wanted to host the Thanksgiving this year.

It was a well intended idea but considering your lazy personality, maybe it wasn't the best choice you made, and plus, adding up the struggle you had with having Jay around you, it felt nothing other than a recklessly made decision.

But that seemed to be your new vibe, being reckless I mean, cause there you where staring at the thin thread of blood that was running down from your index finger, blinking your eyes a few times in confusion.

"Ouch," You let out, feeling the sting on the tip of your finger, holding it under water with a rush.

"Are you okay?"

Jay ran to you with worried eyes, instinctly placing his hands on yours as he somewhat hugged you from behind.

"Did you cut yourself?"

"Yeah but it's not big,"

"Where's the first aid kit—"

"Jay calm down," you grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back to yourself as you turned off the tap. "See, it can barely be called a cut," you said, showing him your hand, "a bandaid will do, don't worry, okay?"

He nodded as response, reaching the drawer behind you to take out a bandaid for your finger. That's where you both kept them, before he moved out, of course.

A hint of warmth spread through his whole body when he noticed that you didn't change the place of anything, including the kitchen tools and even the bandaids, his heart suddenly started to beat out of his chest with the thought of you still having feelings for him of a sort.

"No, let me." He objected once you reached to took the bandaid from him, not allowing you since he wanted to put it on himself, standing in front of you while you were leaning against the counter, with no more then a few inches existing between your bodies.

You cleared your throat, feeling overwhelmed by the proximity as he was wrapping the bandaid around the tip of your finger carefully, his lips formed into a cute pout that you loved to kiss so much.

That thought became even more prominent once he looked up at you with loving eyes, holding your injured hand in his soft palms.

"Jay—" you whispered when he placed his forehead against yours, stepping impossibly closer to you, his hands now resting on the both sides of your hips.

"Hm?"

"We s-shouldn't," You stuttered, eyes focused on his plump lips, "this is bad."

The contrast of your words and your actions made Jay chuckle, as he tilted his head while pushing his face to yours, the tip of his nose gently brushing past yours.

He closed his eyes, licking his lips before finally pressing them onto yours, a small whimper escaping from his mouth due to the contact he was craving to feel for a year.

He dug his nails onto your skin over your clothes, pressing his body on you as his lips fervently moved against yours, dancing under a messy kiss with so much love and compassion.

You were panting when he broke the kiss to stop himself from going even further, his longing for you turning into a burning lust the more he felt your hands holding on his body, your delicate touches flipping a switch that he didn’t know existed in him.

"Maybe," he mummbled, pecking the corner of your lips before locking his eyes on yours, "but what if this is a good kind of bad, hm y/n?"

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★ TANGLED IN LOVE, STUCK BY YOU FROM THE GLUE. tsukishima kei

.ᐟ Content summary: Boyfriend Tsukishima headcanons.

.ᐟ Includes: Tsukishima x fem!reader

.ᐟ Word count: 1.4 k

.ᐟ Content warnings: none, just fluff, sfw, kinda realistic?)

.ᐟ A/N: i’m never understanding why people see Tsukishima as someone completely mean, without feelings and horny all the time. The title of this are lyrics of this song of beabadoobee btw.

☆ His glasses have small stickers you put on them, sometimes they are in the lenses in a place where they don’t block his vision of course, or sometimes they are in the temples part of the glasses. Tsukishima never takes the stickers off, he lets them fall on their own and when this happens he always casually lets you know so you put on new ones. He doesn’t mind at all if the stickers are glittery, or pink, with strawberries or something girly, he doesn’t care as long as those stickers are chosen by you for him to wear everyday until they fall off.

☆ He learned origami out of boredom with youtube tutorials and learned to do several animal figures that he threw away after making them, usually he makes origami when he needs something to fidget with when he’s watching a tv show or a youtube video so the figures don’t matter. But then, he learned to make origami flowers and instead of throwing them away, he started to give them to you. The first ones he gave you were made in plain white paper and then he bought a pack of paper in different colors so the flowers would look more real. He usually hands you the origami flowers without comment and tries to be nonchalant as if it wasn’t a big deal but it’s obvious he gets flustered when you smile and tell him how pretty the paper flower is, he would grumble about how it isn’t a big deal and they are tedious to make, and yet you’ll receive another flower from him not too long after that.

☆ Tsukishima is not someone who likes PDA, so he won't be kissing you and hugging you in front of other people or in very public places, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t affectionate. In public he shows you his affection in small touches like holding your hand, staying close to your side, letting you cling to his arm and when he has to leave your side he’ll discreetly kiss your temple or your cheek. In private he would be a little more touchy but not too much because he’s shy, okay? In private he would be more comfortable in placing his arm around your shoulders or around your waist, he’ll rest his chin on the top of your head while hugging you and he’ll even peck your lips sometimes.

☆ The dates Tsukishima likes the most are picnics in the park, museum visits, going to the movies and having a movie night at his place. He likes the kind of dates that don’t require a lot of planning and are more spontaneous and in which you can be comfortable so you both enjoy each other's company, if you like dates like dinners and all that, he wouldn’t dislike them at all but the kind of dates that are more chill are his favorite ones.

☆ One of his favorite activities to do with you, is building lego sets. They don’t even have to be those expensive official lego sets, the cheap ones that are figures of anime characters or sanrio characters work perfectly fine by him. Usually you take turns in buying the sets either online or in a store, you always get one or two for each of the characters or things you like. Usually, the day of your lego date it’s in the weekend when neither of you are busy; you order food and get some snacks to eat, while building you talk and watch a show or youtube videos. Tsukishima actually loves to be doing something he enjoys to do with the company of someone he cares a lot for.

☆ He gets nervous and hyped everytime you go to his games.Your presence gives him a boost to do his best in the matches to show you how much potential he has, but at the same time he gets nervous of you being there in the public because he doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself in front of you. It makes him flustered everytime he hears you cheering for him, the tips of his ears get red and he tries to ignore the funny looks the rest of the team gives him or else, his face goes completely red. Even so, he actually smiles big and feels a little giddy when you hug him after a match, and tell him how amazing he looked and how well he did it.

☆ If you’re part of the team, he tries to focus on the match but at the same time keeps an eye on you and it’s quick to let you know what you should be improving during the game so the team can win. Of course, he doesn’t tell you what you should be doing better in a bad way, he just wants the team to win and wants you to exploit your abilities in the best way possible so if you don’t win, you won’t blame yourself. After the game, he will hug you and tell you you did a good job, he will tease you by faking to be arrogant when you compliment his performance but he will actually feel happy that you think he did good, it makes him feel good with himself to know that he was useful to the team.

☆ He's not the jealous type, but he is wary of other guys getting too close to you. He doesn’t like it when guys get too touchy or too close to you, it makes him uncomfortable and kind of self-conscious. He knows he isn’t the most nice people out there, or the best good-looking, he knows his personality it’s one of his biggest flaws and he’s afraid that you might realize all of this things and leave him for some guy that it’s better than him, that’s why he gets tense when other guys tries to flirt with you or gets too close. He has never tell you this because he thinks it’s embarrassing and dumb, and he can only hope that you don’t realize all his flaws, or that at least, you don’t mind them.

☆ He got matching bracelets for you. Tsukishima is not someone that likes matching clothes so he went with something basic like matching jewelry for both of you, but it made it meaningful so it wasn’t just an ordinary thing. He got two affordable bracelets first in the same color, then he bought two pendants that matched for the bracelets that would resemble you and him respectively, he went with pendants with the first letter of your names with a little fantasy diamond encrusted. When you were given the bracelet, you never took it off and neither didn’t he. It was an obvious but subtle way of letting everyone know that you two were together and that you belonged to each other, that was why Tsukishima bought the bracelets, he loves to see you wearing his initial and also loves the fact that everyone can see you are with him and only him.

☆ One of the songs that completely describes what Tsukishima feels for you it’s Glue Song by beabadoobee. The first time he heard the song, was kind of accidental but as soon as he heard the lyrics and searched for it’s meaning, he found a meaning to all of that he felt for you inside his heart. He can not describe all of what he feels for you or how important you are to him, but as the song says, he found himself being attached to you in a very unexpected way and soon enough, you became one of the most special people for him, it’s something he has never felt before. He can’t bring himself to be away from you, or to let you go, he just can’t even imagine it without feeling a heavy stung on his chest, so he is planning on spending his whole life with you, he knows it’s soon to be taking a long term decision like that one but he is sure that he wants to put a ring on your finger and spend his whole life next to you. You are just like glue and are stuck with each other, and if you ever consider to split up, Tsukishima would try his best to glue you two back together.

2:53 am

"kei." no response. you know tsukishima has to get up early for work, but the window across from your bed is open, allowing the night breeze to creep in and sting your face. you could get up yourself, but that's what husbands are for, right?

you twist around, trying to wiggle out of your husband's grasp so you can take a better look at his sleeping face. he has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other supporting your neck to, in his words, 'protect his ears from your constant complaints about your sore neck in the morning'.

"honey?" you poke his cheek, smiling to yourself when he grunts in response. tsukishima has always been a light sleeper. you lay in silence for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh, opening his eyes to look at you.

"what do you want?"

you muster up your biggest doe eyes, knowing that he hates getting out of bed just as much as you do. "close the window for me?"

"no. you do it."

you sigh dramatically, gesturing at his arms wrapped firmly around you. "i would love to, but someone is holding me hostage, so i think you're going to have to do it."

tsukishima rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from your body. "problem solved." he holds back a smile when you frown and pull the blankets away from him, turning your back towards him. you're so cute. tsukishima would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, but he can't help but tease you a bit first. he'll never get tired of your reactions, and he loves that he can be a little snarky with you.

you sigh again, this time louder and more pointed, pretending to shiver just to show your husband how cold you really are, and how cruel he is for not helping. "if only someone could hold me right now...", you trailed off.

"ok, do you want me to help you or not?" he finally gives in, getting up to reach for his glasses. you win, as usual. you turn back to face him again with a smile as bright as sunshine, and despite all of the years you've been together, his heart still stops for a second. wow. okay, maybe he is obsessed with you, but he can't help it. you've clearly worked your magic on him, considering the fact that he's getting out of the bed for you when he has to be awake in a few hours. he goes to close the windows with a firm click, walking back to his side of bed.

"kei...since you're already up...", he looks back to see your guilty smile, an empty mug in your hands. "please? last thing, i swear." he give you a look that reads, "you're lucky i love you." (you know you're the luckiest person in the world.)

he takes your mug and you hear his quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen. he comes back, handing you a mug full of warm water. once you take a sip, he takes the mug from you again, placing it on your nightstand.

"i poisoned that," he quips, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before finally lying down and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. the only reason he hates getting out of bed is that he has to let go of you, but he doesn't need to say that. he's sure you already know.

i’m sorry i just love ur fic coffee run so much 💞 can u do a part 2 or any more of that jungwon? thanks <3

awwwhhsjsh first of all this req is a few weeks old, so sorry for the wait <\3 pls that fic was like my first request 😭 i am not proud of it at all, but i’m so glad you enjoyed it anonnie 🫶 here’s sum more clingy coffeerun!jungwon for you <3

if you ever search up the definition of a third wheel, a picture of lee heeseung would probably show up.

yes, he played a minor part in helping jungwon confess to you last week, but he didn’t realise it’d mean having to witness his two closest friends suck each other’s faces off every day at work.

“yah, yang jungwon! you have two tables waiting for your clingy ass,” heeseung barks, gesturing to the seated customers. you snort at your older coworkers grumpy tone, pushing jungwon away from you. you’ve found working with your boyfriend has a few minor cons; one being the fact he’s a constant, inescapable distraction.

when you try to turn around and get back to work, jungwon instantly grabs the front of your apron, pushing you towards him and chasing your lips once again. “are— you— deaf?” you mumble in between his pepper of kisses.

“mmh, i just love your kisses.

you raise an eyebrow. “and i bet our customers would love their drinks.” jungwon pouts as you walk away from him, promptly following the order heeseung has copied down on a sticky note.

two arms suddenly wrap around your middle, and it takes no detective to figure out who it is. “don’t you love my kisses too though?” he continues, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“mmh, they’re okay i guess,” you tease.

jungwon gasps, loosening his hold on you slightly. “okay? you guess?!” before you know it, you’ve been pulled away from the poor coffee you were making and shoved right against the counter. he scoffs confidently, “i’ll show you okay, jagi.”

before jungwon can get his lips any closer to yours, he’s abruptly pushed off you by none other than your coworker. “that’s it,” heeseung sighs, “you kids are in time out. jungwon, you’re serving while me and y/n make the drinks.”

jungwon whines, resembling a toddler who just got their favourite toy taken away. “what? hyung, you can’t do that!”

“just did. go on now, you’ll have all lunch break to make out or whatever.”

your boyfriend’s eyes brighten at that. “good idea!” he sends you a mischievous wink, walking backwards, “thanks hyung!”

“he’s obsessed with you.”

“i’m well aware.”

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