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perksofbeingaharrie · 4 years

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PICTURE THIS - part: 3

FRIENDS TO LOVERS FIC

HERE IS PART - 3

It’s getting real down from here better buckle up everyoneeee

So, this is a short 5 part fic so I am not getting into too much detail of their friendship/relationship and am just going about with the storyline. If anyone’s feeling like it is a bit rushing , why don’t we do some

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Genre: fluff, angst

PICTURE THIS - part:3

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“We head out tomorrow morning.”

“Phew, back to England. It’s been a ride.”

“It’s been a ride.”

Everyone says in unison. She does too because it really has been one. One after another and going full house concerts, the work load was on everyone. Now she looks forward to be back home and in familiar. Though work will continue, it’s easier when it’s from home.

Everyone misses home. She bets Harry too.

And with this tripping thought of him, she finds herself turning around from the rest of the group to head to his room.

She rings the bell to his suite and Jeff opens it the door, leaning forward to quickly hug her hello and then leaving. She enters the room and walks through the lobby, entering the living area where Harry is lounging on his sofa with his phone and tied up in a robe.

He looks up when she enters and his eyebrows raise with a teasing glint.

“Aha!” He laughs, walking up to her. “My child has peaked everyone!” He says to the room, grabbing her cheeks and placing a kiss to her forehead.

She rolls her eyes, snorting, and grabs his hands on her cheeks. “What?”

He only laughs and slides his hands down. He walks back to the couch and sprawls over it, gesturing her to join in.

“How was last night?” He asks in a posh tone.

She shakes her head, laughing, and crosses her arms over her chest. “Las-“

“See, I am all in a robe and comfy already. I think there is another one in the bathroom – why don’t you go and change into one too and I order some nice champagne and cherries for us and you fill me in with all about last night.”

He leans forward on his folded wrists and twinkles his eyes at her.

She sighs, a little out of words, and thumps down on the couch across from him and gives him a look. “Nothing happened last night. I just went out for a drink with Dave and that’s really just all we did.”

He pauses, then blinks. “Then why are you here in my room this morning and telling me all this?”

She chuckles, confused. “You just asked me to fill you in with all that happened last night.”

“Right.” He keeps quiet, breathing loudly. “Well, I went out for drinks with everyone else since we couldn’t and yeah that’s just about my night.”

She pinches her eyes shut, cussing in repent. “I am so sorry I missed out on our drinks last night. Did you miss me too?”

“Pfft, no.” He says, too bluntly. “It’s just I found out too late that you were gone with somebody else.”

“Were you mad at me?”

“No.” He sighs. “And what was that about ‘did you miss me too?’ Did you miss me?”

She gives a small smile, nodding petitely. “Yes. I kept thinking why you didn’t even call me if your heard I was gone and what would we have talked about last night. So, yes, I missed you.”

He gives a half grin, hiding his face to contain the redness he feels rising up. She smiles to herself too.

“So, I guess then the Dave guy didn’t quite do the charm for a first time, huh?”

“Mmhmm, no, he was nice…”

“You’re supposed to agree with me, you dummy.” He jokes and they laugh heartedly.

“You’re so confusing at times.” She admits in between their laughter.

He gets up from the couch and heads for the telephone in the room. “I really feel like for some champagne now. And I think we have something to make up for too. So, up for it?”

“Aye, aye.”

He dials up the number for the bar and then by the time he is done, she comes and stands up behind him, sitting up on the table top near her. He leans against the wall across from her at just a distance of a hand and stares at her.

“What?” She laughs, leaning back on her flat palms.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “I just had this fleeting thought last night that we shouldn’t think that our priorities have to always be us. I mean, there can always be a change of plans - like last night you went out for drinks and you know, sometime I meet someone and I spend my break with them and not you. So, in short, we don’t have to be mad at each other for not always hanging out. And –“

“We don’t become each other’s habit.”

“- yeah, and –“

“We don’t become too dependent on one another.”

“Exactly, and –“

“We are just –“

“We’re just friends anyways!” He stops and so does she, breathing loudly.

“Yeah.” She nods, a weak smile in response.

He circles his tongue in his mouth and nods with a small, meaningless grin. “Yeah..”

The doorbell rings then and he rushes in its direction. “I think the champagne’s here.”

He returns with a sparkling bottle in his hand and two flute glasses. She turns around to him setting up the things on the table and tries to meet his eyes.

“So, you really were mad at me last night.” She says.

He sighs and looks up, his green eyes undecipherable. “And, you know what? I’m mad at you right now for not having even hugged me ever since you got here.”

“You know what? I was thinking the same thing.”

Their passive expressions turn into grins and he pulls her off the table in a hug, having her arms wind around his neck and legs anchor around his waist. She squeals as he hold her alone with just one hand and grabs the bottle on the table with another and makes a run towards the couch where they sat before.

Harry is at his best onstage tonight. Song after song, his silly dancing and the love he spreads around in the room make this the best of the last tour in the North American leg.

He points at her in the middle of the concert, gesturing with his fingers to keep her eyes on him and she wiggles her camera at him, both of them laughing. They exchange funny looks, and more such gestures throughout the concert and it’s almost just how the night goes on.

Post-concert, he is running down the stage. Everybody backstage is trying to get a hold of him and he is hugging, kissing and smiling in every direction possible perhaps. It’s the end of one set of tour dates and everybody is excited to get back home again. Drinks are thrown on the floor and everybody gathers around in the backstage to look at the clips from the entire show.

She joins in too, passing around her set of photos and clips to the room and they both smile to each other across from the room. She mouths compliments to him and he dramatically bows and thanks her.

They are all engrossed in the mood by now. Somebody says something about ordering pizza and then is another wave of hooting about the room.

Giggling at the setting of the room, he walks across to look for something to drink and also to catch a hold of her. But, he finds her already engrossed with somebody else and he forgets whatever he was here for.

Automatically, his feet take them to her and without a thought he is blurting out words from his mouth.

“Dave? Is that Dave? Well, hello, really nice to meet you again.”

The man whom she is talking to turns around.

“Harry?” She says too confused. “This is not Dave. He’s Philip. Philp, Harry.”

“Aah.” He sighs, extending his hand out for a shake. “I can tell now. Sorry, I just did not realize.” He laughs off the awkwardness.

Philip congratulates him on completing the tour and it turns out he is among one of Management people.

“So, why are you two out here?” Harry asks too soon, looking at her. “Everyone’s inside, why don’t you join us?”

She opens her mouth to reply but Philip is quick to beat her to it.

“Well, it was a bit noisy inside there so we thought it’d be-“

“Well, it is ought to be noisy in there.” Harry looks back at Philip, almost talking through his teeth. “Everybody’s enjoying some tour highlights. Come on in, now.” He grabs her wrist and begins to pull her in.

“Y/N.” Philip calls out. “Let’s then meet up for the drink I was talking about after this?”

Harry’s eyes narrow as he stops mid-way and turns to says something but she speaks up before.

“Yeah, sure.”

Now, she is pulling him in. They pull up to stand at the back of the room by the wall. She grabs a drink on the way, sipping away beside him without a word.

“You’re going out again tonight, I see.” He breaks the silence.

“Yes.” She says, bluntly.

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

“No…”

“Yes, Harry. I really want to go.”

“Bu-“

“I think we talked about something this morning. Keep quiet and think over it.”

He stays put for a moment.

“Don’t go.”

She looks up at him. “You’re being ridiculous.”

He gives a humourless chuckle. “Next thing you will tell me is that I am being a terrible friend.”

She looks at him dead in the eye. “Yes, you are being a terrible friend.”

Harry returns to his suite late in the night, alone. She left right after the words that felt like a slap across his face and he hasn’t heard from her since.

Washed up and changed into comfortable clothes, he sets his alarm for early tomorrow morning to get ready for the flight and lands up on his bed, face down.

But the doorbell rings just then.

He takes small, lazy steps and reaches the door. Pulling the door open, to his surprise, she stands before him with a big bottle of McMillan.

“I smuggled this from the party.” She says, chuckling but a little unsure.

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” He sighs, biting his lower lip. “I am kind of mad at you tonight.”

“I know.” She nods, somber. “Can I come in?”

He gulps, taking his time, and then leaving the door open and walking into his room. He plops on the bed while she follows inside after closing the door and spreads the bottle and glasses neatly on the table of his living room.

“I don’t feel like drinking tonight.” Comes his voice from inside the room.

When he hears no reply from her, he feels his act didn’t seem too convincing. So, he loudly pulls up the covers and yawns ridiculously loud and waits for her to say something. She replies with another beat of pin drop silence.

Anxious, he shuffles out of the bed and jogs to the living area. There he finds her leaning down to the mini fridge, looking for something. Hearing his steps, she turns around and looks up at him with doe like eyes.

“Can you call up for some ice? There’s no ice here.”

He breathes out loud, resting his hands on his waist as if severely tired. “Get out.”

She gets up to her height and frowns. “Listen, I am already half-drunk so you better put off whatever stupidity you are doing and join me right here.” She says in a scolding tone.

He bites the inside of his cheeks and turns around.

“Hey! Where are you going now?”

He looks over his shoulder at her small figure ready in an almost fight like position. “You said you wanted some ice, right?”

They are absolutely knocked out not too many drinks later. They are sprawled across from one another on the sofa, drunk laughing about something neither of them is sure of. When their high comes down a bit, and they are breathing normal again, she leans forward to pour another round of drinks.

“Oh, god.” Harry clutches his jaw, massaging it. “I think I am done; we’ve got a flight to catch tomorrow!”

“Ahh, you go to bed. I’ll just have one more.” She winks, bringing the prepared drink to her lips. She takes the sip, smacking her lips at the taste and shivers as it travels down her throat. Her breathing becomes shallower, she is thinking slower and her face is hot, red, glowing.

She hasn’t looked, but he has been looking at her for too long. He watches her too closely – something he has never done before. Everything about her is magnified when he looks now: how she looks, her glittering eyes, her rosy cheeks, her coloured lips, her neck, the curve where her neck and chest meet, her little dress she wears today that keeps riding up her thigh everytime she jumps in excitement, her smell excruciating from the smoking drink in his gut, her b-

“What are you thinking?” She asks and it registers somewhere in his brain with all the other muddling thoughts.

He looks up at her and suddenly his concentration is all on her lips.

“I want to kiss your lips.”

She is suddenly still for the moment. She looks at him and his dead serious expression as he tells her so and she had nothing to reply.

Then, she bursts into one big laugh.

“Noo…” She drawls, laughing in between.

However, Harry shares none of her amusement. Instead, he slides closer to her on the couch and before she knows it, he is cupping her face in his palms that are still cold from holding the glass, and he makes her look in his eyes.

“Harry…” Her breathing falters, and for the first time in the night, it’s not because of the alcohol. “Don’t.”

Her hands come up against his on her cheek. “Let’s no –“

As she says so, he pulls her to him abruptly and their lips brush by an inch, making her entire body freeze.

“Can we stop?” He whispers against her lips which now part.

His warm breath glides against the wetness of her lips and she feels a chill again. He brushes his nose against hers and then on the side of it, and her hands slowly slide down from where they were, as if surrendering.

He takes this chance and places a delicate kiss on her lips. The sensitive skin of her lips delivers an electrical blaze across her entire body, hitting her right in the gut and she gasps.

When she does not mind, Harry kisses her again but this time longer, waiting till she responds. Her mouth parts and she follows the lead that Harry provides. Their lips feel up and down on each other’s, lapping around in a slow, mellow style.

She pulls away first, a moist look in her eyes. “No…”

He shakes his head and pinches his eyes close, pushing his nose to the inside of her cheek. When he opens his eyes again, he can feel his own water up.

“Please…” He begs in a small voice, stealing another peck at her lips.

She parts their faces enough to look him in the eyes. The desperation, the need erupts when he grabs her arms to keep her in place and his eyes tilt down in expression.

“What will happen tomorrow morning?” She asks, mindlessly, brushing her fingers against the side of his face.

“I don’t care.” He says back, turning his face so his lips touch her hand. “I just don’t want to lose you right now.”

She shudders like she is about to cry right now. And so she gives in.

He gently pushes her back on the couch and leaning onto her, his lips find hers again. This time when he kisses her, he is more passionate, more into it as if pulling away anytime would mean extinguishing this dream they both are living.

She has only ever dreamt of how it would feel to kiss him – to kiss the lips who have laughed, smiles, grinned at her little antiquities, at the little things she shared with him that she could never with anybody else.

Her dress slides up her thighs as he pushes further onto her. She does not mind today: instead she parts her legs more to allow him to easily slide in between.

He situates himself comfortably and looks at her again. Both of them have cried and they did not realize it yet. He kisses down her red-shot eyes, over her cheek and down till he is at the ridge of her face, hanging on the jaw.

When she tilts her face to the side for him to pass, he graciously goes down and finds himself lost in the soft skin of her long neck.

Her hands stay by the side all this while, resisting the urge to rush through it. She wants to go slow, oh so slow with him. She wants every cell of her skin to feel his touch because even she cannot think of losing him right now.

He stops then, abruptly and rises to his feet. She opens her eyes and looks up at him, suddenly feeling too exposed and flushed.

His hands go around under her knees and back then, and he lifts her up, gently and before she knows it, he is walking in the direction of his bedroom.

Reality hits her just then. She realizes this is not her dream bubble anymore and before she knows it, she is flaying her legs in the air, speaking incoherently.

“Harry! Harry-“

He puts her on his bed. It’s soft and it dips down deep where she is put that she finds it impossible to get back on her feet quickly.

He pulls his shirt above his head and climbs atop of her, pining her down with his weight.

“What?”

His eyes don’t tell her a word. She gulps underneath him, quiet and senseless suddenly. He reaches behind her head and runs his hand down her locks, spreading it on the bed like a river.

He looks too beautiful from where she is. She does not want to regret doing this, but she also does not want to regret not doing this. He feels the same.

“Do you love me?” In a quiet voice, she asks the question that she would never in her consciousness.

Harry stops and locks eyes with her. “Yes, I do. So much.”

“I do too.”

And he dips down to press his lips to hers.

She feels his naked torso underneath her fingertips. The torso all clad with tattoos whose several meanings he has told her, feel like coming alive under her touch. Her hand glide down and then back up again, situating themselves on the back of his head and he breathes for the first time in the past minutes.

She wants this too, just as much as he does.

And so, they do not stop tonight.

She sits up and he pulls her dress up her arms. There is no laughing or humour in this. Just plenty of pain and longing for one another, for feeling skin to skin, cell to cell, soul to soul.

When the high comes, when it goes, it is all about the night. All they feel is that they stay even after it all.

He explores her in ways unimaginable. She lets him rest his anxiety, his desperation with her for a while. When they are done, there is no words after that. Just the absolute need to hold each other.

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Well, I promised some smut in the story but last minute I thought it would just ruin the sanctity of the plot. So yeah....I hope this does it too and the upcoming angst will make up for it all!

PART 4 will be up tomorrow!

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lostinroses · 5 years

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When You’re Ready

A/N: this was originally supposed to be a one shot but i decided to just make it into two parts + i was slowly starting to lose motivation for it and questioned if i should even continue so feedback would be very much appreciated <3 (in-depth version of this btw)

The erased marks on the blank page had been taunting him for the past hour. His hair a mess from the constant tugging his hands had done out of frustration. He flicked the pencil across the room as the urge to break it in half had became almost overwhelming, sitting back in the chair and rubbing his hands against his face. He had hummed the tune stuck in his head for the past week, but couldn’t seem to find the right words to go along with it.

Today was originally supposed to be an off day from the studio, but Shawn couldn’t get himself to stay away. He wanted to get the tune out of him and some words before he forgot, but it seemed useless at this point; he was at a standstill.

Checking the time on his phone, he sighed quietly to himself. Regardless of the long day that awaits you in just a couple of hours, he knew you’d be awake at this time like the night owl that you were. A part of him was hesitant on calling you in case you actually decided for once in your life to go to sleep early, but that thought got a snort out of him and called you anyway, knowing damn well the chances of that were slim to none.

“Hey, what’s up?” you yawned into the phone.

“Fuck, were you sleeping already?” he asked, feeling the guilt slowly rise in his chest. A small noise escaping from your lips as you began to stretch, “On the verge of it, yeah. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, no, everything’s perfectly okay. Don’t even worry about it,” he reassured you in a rush. “Just get some sleep okay? Call me tomorrow.”

“If you even have time tomorrow,” you giggled quietly. The communication between the both of you had been minimal the past couple of weeks as Shawn was deep into the album writing and production of it all. At this point, you didn’t care that it was well past one in the morning when he called. It felt good to finally have him to yourself.

He knew there wasn’t any hurt behind your words, but the guilt grew inside him nonetheless. He didn’t mean to be pushing you to the side so much, but you knew that. You never took any of it to heart.

“Hey,” you called out softly, “you still there?” It was nothing new for him to be getting lost in his thoughts like that out of nowhere, but it only brought you worry, especially with his calling so late.

He chuckled dryly, “M’still here. Just thinking.”

You sighed, “Where’s your head at, huh? You sure you’re okay?” Your voice was soft, and it calmed him.

“I just need you to talk. That’s it,” his voice was desperate, begging almost. “Tell me something. Anything.”

You wondered if he was on the verge, or in the middle, of an anxiety attack with the way he was talking, but decided not to question him in case it only made him panic more. There was a moment of silence as you tried to think of what to say, but had suddenly forgot every single thing going on in your life right now.

“My professor lost my exam,” you huffed after what felt like hours of silence. “He’s letting me redo it for homework, but it’s still a shitload of math that I was hoping I wouldn’t have to go through again until the final.”

“The one you had stayed up all night studying for?” he asked in disbelief.

Despite your frustration, he couldn’t help, but smile as you began to ramble on about your classes, his heart warm as he began to imagine what it’d be like to go to university, too. Usually, sadness and a feeling of missing out would overcome him, but the way you described things made him feel like he had been part of it, living your uni life.

The party stories were his favorite. Although you weren’t much of a party person, it amused him to hear about all your awkward moments you seem to have at every party you attend. He longed for a time where he could go to a party with his friends without being recognized, wanting to stop having to make up a random name for himself when he’d talk to girls. A part of him was almost envious at everyone’s normalcy.

But then, he remembered the purpose of this conversation and felt a sense of gratitude, all the while trying to zone back in and catch on to what you were saying.

“I know I haven’t given him a chance, but I just really am not interested in him,” you continued to ramble, causing him to furrow his brows.

“Interested in who?” he questioned.

You sighed, “Were you even listening at all? To anything?”

Rubbing the side of his face, he let out a small groan as he apologized for his zoning out, “I swear I was at first, but I just got a little lost. Can you say that again?”

“Guy in one of my classes. Asked me to hang out sometime. Gave me his number a couple days ago. Still haven’t texted him. No interest in him whatsoever,” you shortened the last five minutes into less than ten seconds.

“I mean, the least you could do is text the guy and tell him you’re not interested,” he suggested. There was a sort of stressful tension radiating from your end of the phone that made him confused.

“But what if I accidentally pass up the opportunity at love?” you argued.

“Give the guy a chance then. Just one hangout and see how it goes.”

“Okay, but what if it’s just a waste of time, and I’m disappointed in the end?” you argued, again, seemingly more with yourself than with Shawn. He chuckled at your indecisiveness, “Stop doing that! You question yourself too much.”

“I don’t know, dude. It’s just scary,” you tried to brush off the topic, but there was a nervousness in your voice that he caught onto quickly.

“What’s scary?” he wondered before you could change the subject. The thought had been haunting your mind the past couple of weeks, but you did everything in your power to push it to the back of your mind, not expecting to be faced with the option of having to say it out loud or lie and quickly change the subject. But it’s Shawn. Even if you could avoid it now, he’d find a way to bring it up again until he got his way and got it out of you like the little shit that he was.

“I don’t know… love?” You felt silly saying it out loud and instantly regretted opening your mouth, but still, you continued, in a much softer and more distant voice, “I’m scared to be one of those people that just never finds love.”

“You know, I read an article a couple weeks ago about these people who had never found love,” you recalled, “They were well into their 50s and were still single and had never been married.”

The more you continued to talk about it, the bigger the ache in your chest grew, but it’s like your mouth was on autopilot, and your brain had completely checked out.

“They never found love, Shawn!” you shout in sudden distress. “They never found love because the universe doesn’t owe you a damn thing, including love.” The shakiness in your voice made it clear you were on the verge of tears, making his heart sink deeper than it had already.

“Then, me and you will just be together. Fuck the universe,” he lightly joked in attempt to get you out of your own head. You chuckled, and he smiled.

“I don’t think I’m ready for you and your superstar life,” you sniffled. Your nose crinkled at the thought of you ever dating Shawn. It’d be a lie to say you wouldn’t look cute together, but it was just weird to imagine.

“Well,” he breathed out, “when you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.”

You snorted, “You’ll be waiting for like ten years, so don’t hold your breath.” The way he continued with the idea started to make you question if he was still actually joking, or if he was being serious.

“Oh I’ll be around. You’ll see.” You could hear the smile in his voice, leaving you even more confused, but didn’t press on the subject. It’s probably nothing.

Leaving it at that, you proceeded to bid him goodnight, reminding him of the time and how busy of a day you have in a couple hours.

“Get some sleep, okay? Put that brain of yours to rest,” you urged him.

He scoffed, “Look who’s talking! You’re the one who just went through a love crisis. You put your brain to rest.”

You waved him off, once again wishing him goodnight and hanging up the phone. The second the call ended, he sprang to action, running across the room to where he threw his pencil and went straight back to writing.

All you did was blink, and suddenly, it’s the night of May 24th. Despite the album’s planned date of May 25th, it had came out just a couple hours earlier for you than for most people. Having your laptop open and ready for Shawn’s FaceTime call, you tried to keep yourself busy with some homework, but couldn’t bring yourself to focus, wanting so badly to listen to what your best friend had been working on for almost a year.

No matter how many times you begged him to give you just a snippet of some of the songs, he wouldn’t budge. You were offended after having found out everyone else had listened to the album except for you. Remembering that exact moment of discovery had caused you to grow irritated again, despite you already forgiving him for leaving you out, and had begun to argue with the Shawn in your head, but was interrupted by the sound you had anticipated since the moment you woke up in the morning.

Quickly answering his call, a huge smile formed on your face as he popped up on the screen of your laptop.

“Oh my god, I’m so excited!” you squealed, finger hovering over the play button for Like To Be You, having been ready and prepared since the album was released.

“Good morning to you, too,” he said with a raspy voice and a sleepy lopsided smile.

“I thought you had been awake since the album dropped,” your fingers danced over your phone. As much as you love talking to Shawn, you didn’t care to hear about anything else at the moment. The wait was killing you.

“It was a late shooting last night, and then, Rita and her crew were hanging out with us for a bit, so I didn’t really get much sleep,” he explained as you nodded at him. Your lack of response caused him to chuckle.

“Alright, press play.”

With every song passing, the more his nerves grew, and he didn’t know why. It had took everything in him to hide When You’re Ready from you, wanting to know what you thought about it, but decided to hold off until the whole album was released. But now he didn’t want you to listen to the song at all. Having been really good friends for a while, he was unsure of how you would take it. Maybe you’d get offended for using your fear as inspiration for a song? Or maybe it’d turn into a really awkward “I just don’t see you in that way” conversation despite his lack of interest in you as well? Or maybe you did see him in that way. Fuck, what if she gets hurt if I have to turn her down? he thought.

Anxiety had begun to rise up inside of him, and he wished someone would come in his room and tell him he has a last minute schedule change, but he grew hopeless of that happening as he heard the familiar sound of the piano keys of Perfectly Wrong.

“Ah fuck, I already know this is the one I’m gonna listen to when I need a good cry.” Snapping out of his thoughts, he snorted at the worry lines forming on your forehead.

“The last song better not break my heart as much as this one, you asshole,” you clutched your chest as you slouched in your seat. He swears your eyes become glossy, but doesn’t bother pointing it out.

The last note of the song caused him to feel like his heart was gonna fall out of his ass. He wouldn’t be surprised if you could hear his heart beating out of his chest.

A small smile had formed on your face as the humming began; it eased his nerves a little. A smile of his own had grown as he noticed the dazed look on your face, almost as if you had gone to your own little dream world.

He noticed the way your smile faltered in the middle of the chorus, and his heart rate picked right back up. He mentally scolded himself for not warning you about it beforehand, but it was too late. He had to let you finish the song.

Every single line beyond the chorus had become familiar to you, making your heart drop. A part of you was in denial that he could’ve possibly wrote a song about you, but everything was too spot-on. It all become too overwhelming, a million thoughts running through your mind as you tried to process this, not even completely sure if this was really about you or not.

Your facial expression was hard to read as the song came to an end.

“Damn, was it that bad?”

Your eyes widened and began to shake your head rapidly, “No, no, no, I’m sorry! It’s not bad at all!” You began to stumble on your words as you tried to reassure him how much you really liked the song, but couldn’t cover the panic in your voice.

He chuckled a bit nervously, “Yeah? I hope you do. You’re the inspiration behind it.”

You stared at him with a doe-eyed expression on your face, just waiting for him to laugh and tell you he’s joking, but he didn’t. The emotions that began to stir inside of you only confused you more, not sure why you were feeling like a nervous school girl talking to her crush.

“Remember that night you had your little love crisis and worried about never finding love?” he asked, breaking the silence. When you didn’t respond, he continued, “And I told you I’d be waiting for you, even if ten years goes by?”

You hesitantly nodded as you thought back to that night, growing fearful of where he might be going with this.

“Jesus, Y/N, you look like you just saw a ghost. Calm down,” he sent you a reassuring smile, “It’s just a song, honey. I’m not being serious.”

“What?” you breathed out in surprise.

“The song isn’t for you, but you inspired me to write it.”

Despite the tiny unknown disappointment you felt in your heart, you sighed in relief, letting out a small laugh as he continued to explain the writing process of it.

He tried convincing himself that the disappointment he could’ve swore he saw in your eyes was just a figment of his imagination, but a small part of him wanted it to be real.

Shawn was unsure if it was one-sided, feeling as though something had changed in your guys’ friendship. It’s not that you guys were rough with the way you acted towards each other before, but he was sure you had never been so soft and gentle with him than ever. And he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been acting the same with you, too.

The pet names for each other had slowly become more and more of a frequent thing, the scheduled FaceTime calls were new, he even began to fly you out to wherever he was when he knew you had time or a break from school. It sounded like you both were in the beginning stages of a relationship, but whenever someone had asked about it, you both denied anything going on between the two of you.

There’s always a hesitation from you both whenever you’re alone with each other. The question hanging at the tip of both your tongues almost always slips out of your mouths, but never do, in fear of being rejected by the other. So you both grow comfortable in a state of wonder and confusion.

The view of Toronto had distracted you from the excited voices echoing throughout Shawn’s condo. You were still trying to shake the tiredness off from your flight earlier that day and match everyone’s energy, but it was a struggle. Shawn had jumped at the opportunity to fly you out once he found out you were on a break from school, wanting you to attend the Travis Scott concert with him and everyone else.

You felt the couch sink in beside you and a heavy arm being thrown around you, “You okay over here?”

Turning your head, you were met with a concerned-looking Shawn, making you giggle as you nodded.

“Just a little tired still from the flight, that’s all,” you shrugged, laying your head on his arm. You felt his thumb gently rub at your shoulder as he nodded with his puppy dog eyes. Closing your eyes, you rubbed your cheek against his arm, getting ready to get comfortable and curl into him, but felt the couch on the other side of you sink in.

“Oh man, I love some cuddling.” You felt Brian lean what felt like all his weight against you and curling up at your side. You opened your eyes and glanced over at the redhead beside you curled up in a ball. Giggling, you looked at Shawn to see him glaring at the boy with an irritated look on his face.

Mumbling to himself, he took his arm off of you and got up from the couch, walking over to his plugged in phone in the kitchen. Brian sat up straight upon noticing Shawn’s disappearance and laughed to himself.

“Jesus, tell your boyfriend to stop being so damn sensitive,” he shook his head as he glanced over at Shawn.

You sighed deeply, “Not this again. Not tonight, alright Bri?” You pressed your cold hands against your heated cheeks and tried to calm the craziness going on inside of you at the thought of Shawn being your actual boyfriend, missing the feeling of his warmth beside you.

“Uber’s here!” Shawn announced, making everyone cheer and gather their things.

Arriving in the VIP section near the stage, you could feel your head start to pound from the noise coming from the crowd, already feeling a headache coming. By the look on your face, Shawn could tell something was off with you, especially with how unmatched your energy was compared to everyone else’s.

He leaned down close to your ear, “You sure you’re okay?” Glancing up at him, you nodded and sent him a small smile. You could feel your cheeks heating up again once you noticed how close his face was to yours.

“I’m gonna go get a water or something. You want anything?” you asked, taking a couple steps back towards the stairs.

“I’ll go with you!” he stepped towards you, a loose grip on your elbow. The lights dimmed right then, causing the crowd to cheer. You shook off his hand and shook your head, “I don’t want you to miss the opening act. I’ll be okay.” You shake off his hand as you give him a reassuring smile. Before he could protest, you turn around and make your way up the steps.

Watching you walk up the steps, Shawn sighed to himself, wondering if he did or said something that upset you prior to you arriving in Toronto. You had been a little off since the moment you arrived, and despite your constant reassurance to him, his thoughts still ate away at him.

He stood not too far from the stairs, looking up at the top every so often. He began to grow worried after four songs had passed, and you still hadn’t returned. Just as he was about to make his way up the stairs to check up on you, he felt a sense of relief once he saw you walking back into the arena, a small smile forming on his face seeing you laughing about something.

Just as he was about to make his way up and meet you halfway, he stopped in his tracks noticing you weren’t alone. He furrowed his brows as he stared at the (male) stranger who appeared to be the one making you laugh, jealousy bubbling inside him.

She’s not yours, she’s not yours, she’s not yours, he repeated to himself. Crossing his arms, he stood beside Jon and Brian, trying to focus on the performance, but couldn’t help looking over at you and your new friend, noting the way you both seemed to be in your own little bubble.

He immediately sensed your presence beside him after another minute had passed, getting a whiff of your perfume and suddenly growing irritated. You stretched out your arm, offering him some of your water to which he shook his head without even looking at you, keeping his gaze on Trippie Redd on the stage.

He noticed the way your mood had changed, having so much energy he thought you’d be bouncing off the walls pretty soon, rapping along with everyone else. Shawn knew he must look ridiculous right now with his arms crossed and a pout painted across his face. It’s not like he wanted to feel this way. He hated being so jealous when he has no reason to be; you guys are just friends.

Bringing him out of his thoughts, he felt a hand on his shoulder, “Bro, let’s go get some drinks.” So much time had passed while he was too caught up in his own jealousy and irritation; all that was left was Travis’ set. Taking advantage of the small break, he began to follow the guys towards the stairs, looking around for you.

Before he could even think about what he was about to do, he walked straight over to where you were, once again talking to your (male) friend. Putting his hand on the small of your back, he interrupted your conversation, “Babe, we’re gonna go get some drinks. You want some more water or…?”

Your eyes snapped towards him the second the pet name left his mouth, noticing the way his lips twitched fighting back a smirk. The tension between the both of you suddenly became thick.

“I’m good, thanks,” you blinked, dullness evident in your voice. He winked before leaving you back alone with Jack, the guy you met in line while waiting to buy some water.

He chuckled awkwardly, “Didn’t know your boyfriend was that Mendes guy.”

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head, “He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just friends.”

“Kinda seems like he wants to be more than just that,” he sipped his drink. After your lack of response, he cleared his throat and continued, “I should, uh… get back to my friends.” You give him a defeated smile as you nodded, waving to him as he made his way back to his friends. Letting out a frustrated groan, you go to stand beside Jon, trying to hide your dejected mood.

For the rest of the night, you kept your distance from Shawn, knowing it’d put you even more of a bad mood if you were near him, and you didn’t want to be a downer for everyone else.

Rummaging through your suitcase as you picked out some pajamas, you heard a knock at the door. You looked up at the tall figure in the doorway leaning against the wall and stared at him, waiting for him to say something.

“So... are you gonna tell me why you haven’t said a word to me all night?” You scoffed at the stupidity of his question and looked back down at your suitcase as you took out your toothbrush, “You know why.”

“I didn’t fly you out here, so you could go and flirt with some stupid guy,” he spat instantly, irritation laced in his voice. You glared up at him, “Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can and can’t do? You’re not my boyfriend.” You push past him and make your way to the bathroom, not seeing the point in having this argument.

He grabs ahold of your arm, “Then, what the hell is this between us?! Huh?!” You stood in place and felt your nerves acting up, wanting nothing more than to disappear. As much as you were confused about the change in relationship with Shawn, you weren’t ready to have this conversation. And knowing him, you were almost positive he isn’t ready either.

“There’s nothing between us, Shawn,” your voice was small, and it caused him to scoff.

“Who are you trying to convince here, me or you?” he argued. Turning to face him, you shook your head, “Whether there’s something between us or not, it doesn’t give you the right to go into jealous boyfriend mode. What the hell was that anyway?!”

He shrugged, “He was probably an asshole anyway.” You gave him a hard stare, hands balling into a tight fist.

“Since you want to play boyfriend so badly, then why haven’t you asked me to be your girlfriend yet?”

It felt like you had knocked the wind out of him as he tried to come up with an answer. It was hard for him to get anything out with his mind racing a million miles an hour. The minute-long silence that followed after made you grow tired, making you not want to look at the dumbfounded look on his face any longer.

“Next time you want to throw some shit like that at me again, at least be ready to have the conversation.” And with that, you slammed the door.

Checking the time on your phone, your frustration grew more as you rummaged through your bathroom, trying to find your only scrunchie you had left, mentally scolding yourself for losing all the others. You wouldn’t doubt it’s in your suitcase you have yet to unpack since your trip to Toronto, but you didn’t have any more time to waste. The Uber’s about to charge a Wait Time fee if you weren’t out the door in the next ten seconds, and as a broke college kid, you needed to save as much money as you can.

Quickly grabbing your bag from your room and stopping to get a banana from the kitchen, you flew out the door with your phone and keys in hand, locking the door before you made your way towards the Uber. You greeted the driver as you got in the car and buckled your seatbelt.

Sighing, you leaned your head back and took a second to calm down after rushing all morning to get ready. You could almost hear Shawn’s laughter in the back of your mind, teasing you for always being in a rushing and having such poor time management.

The rest of the weekend you spent with him in Toronto was awkward to say the least. Although neither of you have addressed (surprise, surprise) the question you threw at him, you both tried to carry on the rest of your time there trying to be as normal as possible, even though the tension was palpable. As much as his lack of response was bothersome, you knew you weren’t completely ready to have the conversation that’s been burning inside you for the past couple of months.

The thought of being a part of his life romantically was enough to make you anxious. Just being his friend was sometimes too much for you to handle. You knew people talked and theorized about what’s going on between the both of you. There’d be times where you couldn’t help, but scroll through endless tweets of anything involving you, which always turned out to be a mistake, but that’s just who you were. You care too much about what people think, which is why you try to avoid social media as much as possible. For as long as you could remember, all your social media accounts were set to private, not liking the idea of strangers being aware of your activity.

Even thinking about it now is giving you the urge to check social media, but only out of boredom. Not like you have anything better to do in the car.

Opening the Twitter app, you read through some tweets that pop up on your timeline, giggling at some and sending them to yourself to look back at later. Just as you were about to switch to Instagram, you noticed a familiar head of hair at the bottom of your screen. Noticing Shawn had liked the tweet, you scrolled up and squinted down at the picture attached to the tweet.

Scoffing, you instantly spotted your scrunchie around Shawn’s wrist. This asshole thinks he could just wear my scrunchie.

take my scrunchie off your wrist, you look ridiculous, you typed out to him and hit send. You chewed on your bottom lip, anxiously waiting for his response.

Are you stalking my update accounts? I knew you were obsessed with me

You snorted. In the middle of your typing, he sent you a picture of himself with the tiniest “man bun,” if you will, with your scrunchie. You bit your lip trying to suppress the smile wanting to come out on your face, but failed as you let out a soft giggle.

alright fine it’s yours now. only because you look cute in it i guess

Cuter than you that’s for sure

You rolled your eyes.

Pressing the home button on your phone, you groaned quietly as the time neared three in the morning. Despite the heater being turned on, you couldn’t shake off the coldness that was spreading throughout your body, causing you to not be able to sleep. You were convinced it was the snow outside the cabin that was making the room so cold (and the fact that it was winter time), but everyone seemed to be just fine.

Pushing yourself out of bed, you wrapped your blanket tightly around yourself as you tiptoed outside the room, careful not to wake anybody up. You closed the door quietly and turned around, only to run into something hard, causing you to let out a small yelp.

“What the hell are you doing awake?”

You squinted your eyes, “I can’t sleep. It’s too cold in here,” a slight pout settled on your lips.

“What about you, huh? Why are you awake?”

“Bathroom,” Shawn yawned sleepily as he made his way past you and into the bathroom.

You shook your head as you walked to the kitchen and turned the light on. You started to look through the cabinets in hopes of finding hot chocolate, or something warm, to take the coldness away. After not finding anything, you sighed and stole one of Shawn’s teas, knowing he wouldn’t mind, but might find it a bit of a shock to see you drinking tea after professing your hatred for the nasty liquid.

In the process of preparing the tea, you felt heavy arms wrap loosely around your waist and felt his hot breath close to your ear.

Turning your head slightly, you felt your heart rate pick up at the proximity of both your lips. His eyes were shut, and by the slowness of his breathing, you were almost convinced he fell asleep.

“You should go back to bed,” you gently ran your fingers through his mess of curls.

He hummed, “Wanna stay up with you.” He nuzzled your neck, lips just barely ghosting over your skin.

“I don’t wanna keep you up,” you spoke softly as you played with his curls. His eyes fluttered open and looked at you, “Are you gonna be long?”

You glanced over at the water boiling, “Well, I-”

He shut off the boiling water before tugging on your arm and pulling you towards his room. Your eyes widened as you tried to snatch your arm from his grip.

“What are you doing?!” you shouted in a whisper.

“Going to my room, what does it look like?” he tightened his grip, rubbing his eyes sleepily with his free hand.

“Why are you taking me with you?”

He ignored your question as he opened the door to his shared room quietly and gave your arm another tug as you hesitantly walked in after him. Glancing over at the sleeping boys in the other two beds, you prayed silently they wouldn’t wake up. You knew if they were to catch you in the room with Shawn at this hour you’d never hear the end of it.

You watched him as he climbed into bed and got comfortable under the blankets before he glanced at you and motioned for you to join. Rubbing your sweaty hands against your pajama pants, you quietly climbed in next to him and awkwardly lay on your back, eyes glued to the ceiling.

“Are you still cold?”

You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you close against his body before you had the chance to respond. With the quietness of the room and his body up against yours, there was no way he couldn’t hear your heart about to burst out your chest.

“This okay?” he whispered sleepily, picking his head up to look at you through heavy eyelids.

Staring into his sleepy eyes, you bit your lip as a small smile formed on your face and nodded, whispering a quiet ‘yes.’ Laying his head close to yours on the pillow, you felt his nose brush against your temple and felt his breathing start to even out. All the worries of getting caught faded away as you soaked in the warmth his body radiated.

You close your eyes, but continue to stay awake, cherishing the feeling of his arms around you and wished for the night to go on forever.

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idk if you accept requests or not but if you do can u make an au where ot7 nd yn live together nd like all of them love each other so much but platonically????? also idk the shits they do on daily basis ??? if you dont then its okay jus wanna drop by nd say im so in love with your works ily💞💞

❄️ pairing: ot7 x reader

❄️ genre: nothing but plaTONIC LOVE,,,, SO CUTE,,, FLUFFIER THAN FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW, also jungkook is awful at wrapping

❄️ wordcount: 2.4k

❄️ notes: MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIENDS! i was actually going to post this in the afternoon but theN i wanted this to be like a surprise present under the tree for everyone so here i am posting it at literally 3 in the morning!!!!!!! so when u wake up in the morning not only will u be opening presents u will also be able to reAD this! YES i’m aware that i skipped out on a couple drabbles from the 12 drabbles of christmas and i am sO sorry but i’ve been spending time with family and y’all know how it is i hope you can forgive me! anyways enough blabbering from me happy holidays merry christmas happy hanukah happy nEw yEar happy whatever you celebrate i love u all and i can’t wait to go into the new year with you lovely people!

(gif isn’t mine!)

“is she awake?”

“obviously not,,, what time is it??”

“nearly 8 and y/n doesn’t wake up until like 12 when it’s the holidays”

you hear the sound of your curtains being pushed open and you can see your room brightening up even though you have an eye mask on

ugH is it already time to get up????

you were up til 3 watching christmas movies and yA you’re super pumped that it’s literally christmas right now and you get to open your presents under the tree but like,,,

you would prefer to do all of that later,, maybe at like 12

“someone should just push her off the bed”

“don’t do that you priCK”

“someone just wake her up!! i wanna open my preSENTS”

“well you guys take care of this because i have to go and prepare breakfast”

you’re tempted to just go back to sleep but u know that the boys will literally just stand there and talk to each other about how to wake you up

you reach up to lift your eye mask up and you’re met with the sight of seven smiling faces (except for yoongi because it’s too frickin early for him too and he’s tempted to crawl in and snuggle up with you)

“good morning” your voice is still thick with sleep and you pull your mask off and toss it aside before propping yourself up on your elbows and letting out a yawn “merry chris-“

“mERRY CHRISTMAS LET’S GO OPEN PRESENTS NOW” the next thing you know you’re being swePT out of bed and jungkook has you in his arms and he’s sprinting down the stairs like a madman

you shriek and cling onto him because you literally juSt woke up and your brain is still low-key in sleep mode and the world is spinNing and

jungkook plops you down on the couch and you squeak from the impact before suddenly you’re bouncing off the couch and tumbling to the ground

“oW” you groan and flip over onto your stomach on the ground before reaching down and rubbing at your sore butt

do butts have bones?? because you’re pretty sure all the bones in your ass are completely shattered right now

“omg get off of me whoever you are” you feel someone take a seat on your tender bum and you reach back blindly in a poor attempt to swat the person off

you immediately hear jimin’s jingly giggle and he slides off before patting your bum “sit up!!”

“no” you murmur with your cheek squished against the carpet

you could just fall asleep like this

yes

sleep

you want to

slee-

“gEt up!” tae grabs your waist and pulls you up and sets you down on the couch next to yoongi who is (this) close to falling asleep

you let out another yawn and rest your head against yoongi’s shoulder and he slips an arm around your waist so that the both of you are comfortable

you never thought yoongi was the cuddling type but it turns out he really reaLLy is which is something u definitely don’t mind

“you two - it’s christmas!!! liven up a little!” namjoon pats the tops of your guys’ head and you grumble in response

“y/n you should open my present first!” tae plops a neat little box onto your lap and you blink down at it before humming and nodding

you pull away from yoongi and he groans quietly at the loss of warmth

“thank you for the gift, tae” you smile sleepily and reach up to pat your cheeks to wake yourself up

hoO

okay

christmas morning

let’s do this

you tear the bright wrapping paper to pieces and immediately feel a lot more energised when you see what tae got u for christmas “i knitted a scarf for you and i have a matching one so noW you too can be a fashionista”

“how long did it take you to make this??” you pull it out of the box and look closely at the stitching

obviously there are a couple missing stitches but that gives the scarf character and it’s oddly endearing

tae stitched in pretty neutral grandpa-y shades but it totally works and it looks v v trendy

“i’m going to wear this noW” you grin and wrap it around your neck and that’s when u notice the scent

tae sprayed some of his fancy gucci cologne on this tOO

you might have to steal some from him when the scent eventually fades away

“y/n! a nintendo swiTCH R U KIDDING ME” jungkook tackles you in a hug before jumping up and down excitedly and hugging the box to his chest “can i play it now???” he gasps and you can’t help but laugh at how childish he’s acting “why am i asking u for ur permission this is mINE NOW also i have a gift for u somewhere under the tree”

you look under the tree and u immediately recognise all the presents that are from kook because of the (no offence) poor wrapping skills

one of them is just wrapped up completely in duct tape like how r u supposed to open that up without losing a finger

hopefully that one isn’t yours (spoiler alert: it is yours)

“here’s my first gift to you guys-“ jin walks out of the kitchen carrying a tray of mugs “hot cocoa, anyone?”

the boys immediately flocK to jin like a group of seagulls when they spot a single french fry on the ground

“ya ya yA CALM DOwN before i drop the tray!” he scolds

“hyung, that’s my mug!”

“no it’s not, it’s mine! y/n got me the one with snowflakes, remember??”

“yours is the one with the christmas lights you dummy now hand it over”

“no! get your hands off mY mug!!”

“does it really matter whose mug is whoSE but also sorry jimin kook is right yours is the one with the christmas lights and not the snowflakes ” jin nudges the two bickering boys out of the way and heads over to you and yoongi

“yoongi - yours has coffee in it”

“oh thank god” yoongi grabs his mug and immediately takes a sip from it before letting out a satisfied sigh

“and y/n - yours has a sprinkle of cinnamon in it and extra marshmallows” you take the mug from the tray excitedly

“you’re too nice to me” you reach up to pinch jin’s cheek and he scowls at you

“teLL me about it”

“come and open some of your presents! you can make breakfast later”

“the pancake batter doEs need to set for a while so i suppose i can open up some gifts” jin sets the tray down on the coffee table before dusting his hands off “okay so which one is mine”

“u got more than one, silly. open my gift first!! it’s that big box in the corner” you take a sip of your cocoa oH ShiT this is good ur gonna need jin to make at least a gallon of this for u every week

“oH A BIG box” jin gasps and steps over the other boys as he makes his way over to it

he bends down and grunts as he lifts it up “jesus y/n what did you get me??? a ton of bricks???” he huffs and plops it back down on the ground and you’re like bE CAREFUL

jin doesn’t take very long to unwrap the gift and- “A NEW MIXER” he literally squEaLs with glee and you’re pretty sure your ears are bleeding “you’re right kook we should’ve opened presents earlier because then i could’ve used this baby to make the pancake batter”

look

last year all of your gifts were kind of pathetic compared to everything the boys were giving you and even tho they all insisted they lovEd their gifts you were like ://///// so thIS YEAR you decided to go all out and just get EVERYThing you thought the boys would like and u know what so far you are killing it girl

santa clause whO

also the boys did a really good job with all of your gifts!!

namjoon got you a new journal for the new year

jimin got you fairy lights AND a brand new bedside lamp that’s super adorable

hoseok got you a super suPER cool poster to hang up in your room he hired an artist to paint you as snow white and the boys as the seven dwarves and the captions says ‘y/n and the seven idiots’

taheyung knitted you a scarf

jin got you this fancy silky robe that you’ll definitely be wearing everyday after you come home from work

yoongi got you a new pair of headphones because he’s sick of seeing you use those godawful apple earbuds from like 2008

and last but not least

jungkook got you-

“oh, this is so cute!” you coo as you pull the mug out of the mess of duct tape

it’s a mug with a picture of you and the boys celebrating your birthday this year

you’re sat in the middle laughing your ass off with watery eyes and a crinkled nose with the boys surrounding you and jungkook is swiping frosting off the side of the cake and jimin’s yanking his arm back and jin’s trying to light the candles and tae is sitting on your lap and hoseok is sitting on taE’s lap and namjOon is pointing at the camera (because it was on timer mode and nO one was ready for the picture) and yoongi has his face in his hands looking like he regrets everything

it’s perfectly imperfect if that makes any sense

“thank you kook” you grin and squish a couple kisses to his cheek before looking at the picture again

it’s sO cute and also it makes you thank the gods because like,, how lucky are you that you get to spend every day with these dumbasses that you love and adore so dang much

“i wish it could be christmas everyday” hoseok sighs and shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth

“i don’t. my wallet would hate me.” yoongi snorts and steals a blueberry off your plate

you nudge it closer to him before leaning back against your chair and rubbing your stomach “i think i’m about to explode” you groan

“i told you not to force that fourth pancake down” jin sighs as he scrubs away at the dishes

“i can’t help it when your food is sO good” you plop your plate down in the sink with a clang

and then u finally notice

“it’S SNOWING” you gasp as you look out the kitchen window

“you didn’t notice??” tae raises a brow and they all watch as you sprint to the living room to puSh all the curtains open

and WOW

thick thiCK blankets of snow covering every surface while snowflakes continue to flutter down to the ground

the backyard is just all WHITE AND YOU’VE NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED BEFORE

“we were thinking after breakfast we could go out and play around in the snow if you wanted-“

“oF COURSE I DO” for some reason you’re unable to lower your voice because that’s how excited you are

in fact you’re so excited u can’t even wait to change out of your PJs and you’re already slipping your coat and beanie on

“c’mon people let’s move let’s moVE jin you can wash the dishes later kook u can play the nintendo later let’s get a moVE ON” you clap your hands together and the boys know there’s no changing your mind at this point

if u wanna go out in ur PJs you’re going to go out in your PJs

“y/n, watch it!” jimin scolds when you nearly knock into his and tae’s snowman after trying to avoid yet another one of kook’s snowballs

“sorry jimin!!” you apologize before bursting into giggles when jungkook starts sprinting towards you clutching a snowball the size of a bouLDER

you duck down instinctively when he hurls it in your direction and-

“jeon jungkook you brat i’m going to kiLL YOU” yoongi roars when the snowball hiTS him and the wetness starts seeping into his sweater

jungkook laughs gleefully and tries his best to flee (it’s hard running in thick layers of snOW) as yoongi starts chasing him around

jin and namjoon are standing by the doors sipping on their hot cocoa and occasionally bursting into laughter at one of your guys’ antics

hoseok has been lying on the ground making snow angels for the past 20 minutes

he’s literally made like 10 snow angels already but he’s having fun so it’s okay

you screech when jungkook pelts you in the faCe with a snowball and you immediately feel like your face is going to freeze over

you end up tackling kook to the ground and u shove snow right into his face and jungkook grins before starting to dig his fingers into your sides to tickle you

“alright aLRIGHT everyone back into the house because there are dishes to wash and wrapping paper to throw away AND i have to get started on dinner and i need all the help i can get!” jin calls out and slides the door open to step back inside “everyone back in this house in 30 seconds otherwise i will not hesitate to lock you outside in the cold!”

jungkook fLIps you over his shoulder when you trip over the snow yet again because of your innate klutziness

you giggle and whack his butt

best christmas ever

:•)

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