Hi~ could u do a fluff scenario of seong tae hoon x reader? The plot is up to you. Thank you and have a nice day❤️
Warning: it’s not meant to imply anything necessarily suggestive suggestive, but it can definitely be implied or interpreted in that way, even though there isn’t a thing nsfw and it is all fluff! Thank you for the request <3
You liked to think yourself understanding. So, in a test of patience, you waited outside of Taehoon’s place for hours, stretching this understanding trait of yours thin. This wouldn’t be his first time being late to an ordeal together, his How to y friends consuming just time these days to your upmost displeasure. Just as you’d began to wonder if your faith in him was misplaced, and that whatever he was out doing had all of his attention tonight, a shadow fell across you. and you looked up to catch the flicker of honey-brown eyes.
“Well, well, well, look who showed up.”
His lips fell into the curve of a frown. “Don’t pull that on me… just get yer ass inside.”
“You’re obnoxiously late for someone who invited me here.” You said with your arms out in a ‘what’s that all about?!’ motion, getting up as he stepped over you to unlock the door.
“Huh?” He turned the key, entering. Lips formed into what you thought was a pout, with his eyes narrowed and usually pasty complexion a light pink, you assumed this was as bashful as you’d ever see him. “Fuck’re you talkin’ about?”
You scrunched your nose in anger. “It went like this.” You stepped to the side and in front of Taehoon, crossing your arms. “YOU said, ‘yer sleeping over at my house tonight!’”
You stepped to the side, re enacting the conversation yourself. “I asked, ‘oh? Why?’ And YOU went-!” Reassuming your position as Taehoon, you leapt to the side and crossed your elbows over your chest again. “‘-to watch a fuckin’ movie, that’s why!’”
His jaw fell from the taut position it was in during your little demonstration, and he stormed past you, wrapping a hand around your wrist when he was ahead of you in the way to his room.
“You having fun doin’ all that? Just c’mon, damnit…”
Finally at his room, after a day of anticipation, you gaped at the little corner which held his bed - a twin bed, precisely. And after a quick skim of the room, you noted the complete lack of a TV. Your first thought would’ve been suggestive, wondering if the whole ‘watch a movie’ thing was a front for something less casual, if it weren’t Taehoon this was. And, for a moment, you genuinely wondered if he’d brought you here to kill you.
Taking a gasp in, not even sure of what to ask or say, you were eased when he fell onto his bed and looked at you oddly when you didn’t follow suit immediately.
“The fuck’re you lookin’ crazy for?” He pat the spot next to him, sliding his phone out of his pocket. You say at where he’d gestured, feeling foggy when his thigh brushed against yours, and looking around cluelessly as he scrolled on his phone.
“So… how are we watching?”
He raised a brow at you. “Whaddya mean? This right here,” he held his phone up at you, shaking it a little to emphasis how obvious it was you’d be watching on his little screen, as well as the title of the movie in the YouTube search bar. Every few seconds, it would ding, as his group chat for him and the how to fight group buzzed with day and night activity.
“Oh! Oh.” You laughed a bit, as if to get some of your jitters out, somehow feeling relief and more anxious all at once…
“Something funny?”
“No.”
“Why’d ya laugh?”
You shrugged, unsure of what to really say. “Sorry.”
He played the movie with a sigh, and you felt time completely freeze when he grabbed you by your shoulders, and pulled you unbelievably close to him. You could feel every inhale and exhale through his side pressed against yours, and the heat radiating off of him radiated onto you.
“Stay here, like this,” he demanded in a mumble, his head falling onto your shoulder. Your fingers twitched at your sides, the phone placed on his lap, his knees bent to face the ceiling comfortably. It was a rather uncomfortable position, but you found it worth it, in the moment…
Your mind began to race.
Was this him making a move? So, you could read deeper into the way he interacted with you, right-
Is he snoring?!
Fantasy cut short, you were able to draw the conclusion that he’d brought you closer as a means to sleep on you. So for the early hours of the morning, you laid painfully awake, uncomfortable and cold as Taehoon’s cheek dug into your shoulder bone, and phone dinged periodically. Once or twice you’d gathered the courage to try and move him awake so you could leave, facing the risk of him hitting you into next week, but he was unshakeable.
As soon as he’d awoken, he’d blinked a bit, looking at you with a tired, blank look before checking his phone. You’d left wordlessly, going to school that day grumpy and tired, walking the halls with dropping eyelids and a sour expression.
You’d felt a grasp of something pleasant for the first time in a good few hours when the sun shone on you through the windows in the halls, and had it taken away when an arm snakes around your neck and hung on your shoulder.
You looked at Taehoon, mouth falling into a flat line to express your displeasure. He met your gaze, a content look on his face, borderlining smug with the toothpick between his lips. Summoning all the strength you had, you shoved his arm off of you.
He threw it across your shoulder again. You narrowed your eyes at him, and pushed it off again. He gave you a glare, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“The fuck’re you being moody for?”
Your brows knit together. “Shouldn’t you be with your little girlfriend?”
“Huh?”
“More specifically, your two girlfriends and two boyfriends?”
He plucked the toothpick from his mouth, chuckling a little with his chest. “Ahh, yer jealous of How to Fight, huh?” He maneuvered you to the window by stepping that way, and using his body to pull you along with him, placing an elbow against the glass of the window right besides your head. “I didn’t realize ya liked me like that!~”
“I’m not jealous!” You communicated, throwing your arms down in first ration. “I’m angry you keep blowing me off for them!”
“Blowin’ ya off?”
You nodded your head with vigor. “Yes, blowing me off! Don’t invite me to shit if you’re gonna be hanging with them all fucking night!”
His bottom lip stuck out, eyebrows furrowing in a thoughtful expression. To you, it seemed almost brooding, but to be fair he did just look scary. You inhaled, unsure of where to place your anger and frustration and not wanting to dump it on him in a yelling session, so you settled for what seemed easiest right now; and stormed off.
Surprisingly, he didn’t storm after you. And when you’d looked back, you saw him STOLL and unmoving, staring at the empty space where you’d been caged by his arm, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side thoughtfully.
None of your notifications that night were from him; just setting and your do not disturb. Which was thoroughly upsetting in its own right, and you arrived to school the following day wondering if whatever you and Taehoon had was over. Maybe, he just likes toying and hanging out with you when you weren’t seriously invested, and his lack of attention and commitment wasn’t what he’d wanted at all.
You were upset in most areas of your life, and arrived at the halls with a mood even the warm sunlight on your skin couldn’t cure fully. It was nice, though, and you let yourself walk slowly though the halls to feel it.
The peace the sun gave was disrupted by a heavy arm slinking across your neck and onto your shoulder. You bit down the undeniable excitement you felt as you registered the situation, turning your head the opposite way of Taehoon’s.
“Walkin’ slow for me to catch up? How kind are ya?~”
You huffed. “I’m still mad at you, yanno.”
You didn’t shove off his arm this time, and you missed the saccharine smile replacing his usual shit-eating one momentarily.
“For blowin’ ya off, right?”
“Spot on.”
“Well, ya don’t gotta worry about that anymore. ‘Cuz you’re part of the gang now!” He pulled you in with his elbow, your body colliding into his side. You paused for a moment of thought.
“What are you talking about?”
He returned his arm to his side and stood in front of you, halting your walking pattern to a complete stop, and held his phone in front of your face. You squinted at what was a series of messages, recognizing it soon to be the How to Fight group messages.
Taehoon: Can [Y/N] join us?
Hoobin: Heh… I don’t really know if they suit our channel? 😅
Gaeul: What?!@ They can’t fight@! … But if ya like them, I guess we might make an @exception @~~
Rumi: Is that such a good idea? I don’t think they can fight… editing?
Taehoon: Rephrase: [Y/N] is joining us.
Hoobin: Ok.
Gaeul: Ok@
Seen by Rumi and two others
You gawked at the device. “What?! They’re right!” You pointed at the texts. “I can’t fight!” He took a step forwards, and you mirrored the action with a step backwards, repeating his until you felt the cool glass of the windows behind you.
“And I can.”
“And when I’m not around you?!”
“You won’t be.” Click. The wind had your shirt billowing with air, and at the sudden lack of any support for your back which was previously leaning against the window - the window Taehoon opened, specifically, - you lost control of your position and felt your body tilt backwards involuntarily.
Before your hand could raise in an attempt to reach for Taehoon and grab onto him to stabilize yourself, his hand lifted upwards, fingers grazing against your thigh unintentionally as he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers with his, his other hand looping across your waist and flattening against your back. He didn’t pull you forwards, however; he leaned over you, and a portion of your upper body was resting against the frame of the window, on the outside.
“I’ll be fighting for the both of us.” He skimmed over your expression, voice teetering across the line of teasing and deadly serious. Analyzing your expression, his eyes found yours contemplatively, his state having a weird hold over you; though it looked like it was you pulling him into a trance, the way he remained unbroken eye contact with you.
He shifted slightly, and you yelped, to which his entire countenance fell, like it was a porcelain object and you’d dropped it.
“What? Ya don’t trust me?”
“No! No, that’s not it, I just…” instinctually, your free hand flew up to the back of his neck to hold onto, and his eyes blew wide for a second.
“Thanks…” you managed, feeling like you were speaking over an atmosphere that was meant to be silent. “For, y’know, adding me to the group and all.”
“Yer happy?”
You nodded ‘yes’ with a chuckle, and a breathless “yeah.”
“Yeah?” He mimicked, and you felt his breath fan over your face. He inched his head closer, as if the movement itself was a question, and you tilted yours a little upwards, and to the right; positioning your lips where his would be.
You could feel the soft surface of his lips sweep across yours just barely, your hold on his neck tightening.
“You’ll show me how grateful you are then, won’t ya?~”
In a soft embrace, his mouth fell onto yours; and for once, you were certain you could read deeper into the signals he sent you.
I haven’t written in a good while, and a lot has changed with me lately, so since obviously people themselves are integrated into their work, I’m assuming my writing style and characterization may have changed quite a bit! I don’t mind it, I’m just pointing it out :D thank you guys for all the interactions again, seriously, and I hope I did this request the justice it deserves! I’m really into Taehoon lately, hehe. ❤️
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