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#its been so long that i wrote something i forgot how to tag skssks
simplyyeol · 5 years
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(not so) failed date
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word count: 1.025
genre: just a lot of fluff sksks
pairing: kim junmyeon x reader
author’s note: okay! this is my secret valentine for @myeoning-call . sorry that it’s so late but i hope you had a happy valentine’s! (and now i sit here in the corner wondering if this is horrible bc i don’t like it but idk JDHGSGANXIETY)
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“No way—“ your breath hitches in your throat as you scan the vast lake that’s been decorated with cute valentine’s knick knacks here and there. The top of the lake is frozen over and you stare in shock (and a little jealous) as the little kids, the families, the friends, skate over the ice like second nature.
“Why? You don’t like it?” Your head turns to the side, forgetting for a moment that you’re on a date, with your boyfriend. He said it’d be a surprise but you never thought he’d pick an ice rink of all the places. Then again, ice rinks did seem romantic, a little more Christmas-y but its never too late to play in the snow. So, that just means you were not expecting to be thrown out that easily.
“No, I’m just—uh—suddenly not feeling well...?” You sputtered, as you avoided eye contact with him. He really didn’t need to know the real reason why. That’s just plain embarrassing. However, as always, your all-knowing boyfriend (at least when it comes to you) narrows his eyes, and you’re really hoping he’d just drop it and take you somewhere else. You were on a date, and he did say it would be a surprise, and normally you love surprises  They were fun, exciting, and wholly unpredictable!
But you did not like surprises that ended in you with a broken head or anything of the sort.
“Um, Jun, can we just go somewhere else, my legs are kind of cramping and—?”
His eyes widen before he chuckles. Gosh darn it, why did he have to be so smart, he saw right through you. “Aw, is this Y/N’s first time at an ice rink?” He teases, as he pokes you on your shoulder.
You swat his hand away and sternly decline. “No, it’s not.”
You look up to him seeing a smirk crawling on to his face. “Then why are you all blushy? You’re embarrassed aren’t you?” You scowl, the tease looks excited.
You turn your head to the side, realizing that your face was really hot, and cross your arms maybe out of defense from his confrontation, or maybe from the cold. No one will ever know. “I am not.”
“Aw, it’s okay, everyone has something they’re not good at.” He pokes you a few more times earning him another glare.
“Let’s just go somewhere else.”
“I don’t want to,” he whines, dragging out the last syllable before going around you, placing his hands on your shoulders (you paused if and only because you thought he was about to console you) and started pushing you along to the entrance.
A stream of very polite words exit your mouth, as you try to get out from his steel-like hold, but you give up when you turn your face and see how happy he looks.
You meet his eyes over your shoulder as he halts. “Oh, why’d you stop?”
He loosened his hold. You took your chance and ripped yourself away from him, dashing towards the car. Maybe you could outrun him, but then again, you remembered how athletic you are, and crossed the option out of your mind.
You got farther than you thought though, before your boyfriend tackled you, sending you both tumbling into the snow. Some got in your eyes and mouth and your spluttering before you open your eyes, met with those warm eyes, that you know like none others. (And here you are thinking that Junmyeon was a very protective, loveable, and boyfriend-like boyfriend. You know, the ones that don’t tackle their own girlfriends to the floor).
You evade eye contact at all costs, coughs suddenly racking out of you (maybe because his limbs were on top of you and you could feel everything, or not) and if you didn’t feel yourself blushing before, you were definitely now.
Your eyes met with his however much you tried to evade him, his nose just a few inches away from your own before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
To other people, you would be considered a dying and tomato red girlfriend. Great condition for Valentine’s day dates. To you, you also felt like a dying and tomato red girlfriend.
You scramble away from him, thankfully without anything else happening, your cold fingers against your cheeks so that they wouldn’t be so red, but to no avail.
Junmyeon stands up from next to you, and you take a glance at him. The jerk. He’s not even blushing, at all.
You start walking to the car again, and he follows you, thankfully, and in between the fights your having with yourself, you turn and stop right in front of him. He looks down at you in confusion, and you look at him.
He points his thumb back in question. “You want to go ba—?”
You grab his shoulder, and stand on your toes, to press a kiss to his lips. A gentle one, but more than just the one he gave you a minute ago. Pulling back, you smile, seeing his cheeks flush, and the tips of his ears sticking out from his hat, redden. That’s better.
You intertwine your fingers with his and look up to meet his goofy smile, with a small one of your own. His large hand covers yours, and you're thankful for the warmth, as you swing your arms together on the chilly Valentine’s day.
Bonus:
He snickers, turning the ignition. “Is it really your first time at an ice rink?”
“No!”
He turns to you, a stupid smirk plastered on his face. “Really?”
“It’s my... second.”
He bursts out laughing as he backs the car out and you hit his shoulder.
“You’re an idiot,” You mutter, defensively crossing your arms over your chest.
“But I’m your idiot.”
A smile blooms on your face, as you reach up and ruffle his hair. He squawks, indignantly.
“Ew, that’s gross.”
“You’re gross.”
So it might’ve not been the best date ever, but that’s okay. As long as it was with him (no one tell him though, he’d never let you live it down), you’d be fine.
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