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aethalen · 4 years

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Silent Sun

@silverstonemanor; because I need to get something completed out and I said I would. Just trying to help you realize your love for him.

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The sweet early spring sun set, casting rays between the blinds on the sliding glass door of your top floor apartment. His soft chuckles in your ear sent a shiver down your spine as you were wrapped loosely in his arms, settled between his legs, resting on the couch. Seldom did you get any moments like this with him—typically only chaste goodnight kisses when he’d crawl into bed at late hours, just missing you as you fell into slumber trying to wait up for him.

Soothing piano played in the background on the stereo, the only sound not immediately produced by either of you, that echoed through your home. You adored the way his legs shifted with yours under the throw blanket, the way his warm breath spread across your neck as he rested his chin against your shoulder, gently pecking against your cheek, your jaw, anywhere he could reach. His fingers were loosely laced with yours in your right hand, the other teasing the fingers of your left, occasionally tugging it over your own shoulder so that he could press his soft lips against your fingers, your hand, your wrist, sometimes nibbling the tips of your fingers just to hear you giggle.

Often times, few words were exchanged between you. It was enough to exist peacefully with one another, silent conversations conveyed in subtle motions whether that be the brush of your foot against his leg, the shift of his face into the crook of your neck, or the loll of your head against his shoulder. Sometimes he could tell what you were thinking just by the way you were breathing, and would aptly respond when he knew you wanted a little more affection by tightening his hand around yours and his arms around your middle to pull you deeper into his body.

Long fingers traced the rays of sun against your skin, the rusty hues giving an orangey tinge to everything in its path. It gave a glow to your skin he truly admired, adding on to everything he loved about you. The warmth of that sun, though, paled into comparison to the fire he lit with just the touch of his fingers, tracing a path that burned sweetly in its wake. You didn’t miss his soft sigh, feeling the goosebumps raise on your skin under his fingers.

“Geum,” you uttered, trying to stave the goosebumps.

A knowing chuckle reverberated in his chest, subsequently against your back, as he turned his face into your cheek to kiss it chastely.

“Duchess,” he whispered into your ear, breath on your skin only exacerbating your goosebumps. Your feet planted into the couch cushion, shivering the goosebumps off and pressed even tighter against his chest.

Over your shoulder, you turned to the best of your ability. His eyes glimmered in the russet sunlight like melted pools of dark amber, looking back at you from such a proximity that you could feel a quivering in your abdomen. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, a smirk that had you gnawing on your bottom lip. Just a look from him sent you in a smitten spiral, as it should have.

A stray finger rose to trace along your jaw, retreating enough to pull the curtain of hair away from your face that had fallen out of place as you tried to look at him. Your eyes couldn’t help but scan his face, away from his gorgeous eyes and down the slender column of his nose to his mouth, soft subtly pink lips that pressed against yours only a moment later.

Your breath caught in your throat, surprised by him, but your eyes fell closed nonetheless to relish the sweet moment, fleeting by Geumhyuk’s nature. And just as it began, it ended, but not without the lingering imprint of his soft smile against your mouth as he pulled away.

“The sun has set, my darling, and dinner is yet to be had,” he reminded you, waiting for your eyes to flutter open, which they did soon after.

An exasperated, understanding, but also somewhat disappointed sigh fell from your lips and against his face. You nodded almost unnoticeably in agreement, but it was enough for him. He maneuvered you enough that he could get his legs out from underneath and sweep you into his arms, still with the throw blanket draped over you. A slow trek to the kitchen felt like a flash in the pan, as he set you down at the dinning room table and kissed against your forehead, mentioning something about what he was going to make, but his lingering scent was swirling around you and for a moment, all you knew was his warmth.

#I don't post writings on this blog but I didn't want to post it anywhere else #geumhyuk #st.van #vav #geumhyuk fluff #st.van fluff #vav fluff #ailea.writes

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allmybiasneedtostop · 5 years

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Sleepy Morning

Pairing: Reader x Geumhyuk Lee/St. Van

Group: VAV

Type: domestic fluff

A/N: this is from your pov. I have one of St. Van's pov if anyone is interested. First time actually finishing a one shot... 😅 Jagi and Jagiya are the same they mean sweetheart, honey, babe, ect.

You get a text from Geumhyuk saying that he's staying at the studio till late working on a song. You text back that saying you'll set his things out and you will turn in early.

Normally you would stay up and wait for him. But this time you worked all week, including weekends, and did overtime at your company. Finally you are able to just crash.

You put a pillow and a light blanket on the couch along with his tee shirt and pj pants. On top of the pile you put a sticky note telling him that you left food out for him and to make sure to eat it. You go through your evening routine: eating, taking out the dogs, feeding the dogs, and shower. Too sleepy to care you put on one of your jagiya's tee shirts, grab your stuffed bear and clock out once your head hits your pillow.

You don't know how long you were sleeping. But you wake up to something hitting your head and your legs. More specifically two somethings.

"Get off the bed you dumb-dumbs" You feel your own dog, Sombra a black American Bully, trying to be a "little" spoon, and Geumhyuk's dog, Cash a Blue Sharpei, on your head. Annoyed, you just grumble and snuggle deeper into your stuffed bear.

Grumbling again you tell the dogs, "You guys have your own beds, go there"

The dogs are normally not allowed to get on the bed for reasons. One of them being that they get so happy they wag their tails in their sleep. The other is that it's summer and you don't want two more warm bodies in the bed.

"Well I guess I'm going back to the couch"

"Noooo jagiya!" You sit up to see your boyfriend smiling at you. Your shirtless boyfriend…

Trying to rub away the rest of the sleepiness you point out, "Why don't you have a shirt on?"

"Cause the woman with the cutest bedhead took it from me" he pulls you in to kiss your forehead.

"Wha-"

"If it bothers you that much than give it back, I don't mind you shirtless."

"Shu-" at that time both of your stomachs grumble.

"Jagiya can we make pancakes first?"

"Sure jagi but after you're giving me my shirt back"

You get up and surprise him by poking his side. "No promises!"

The two of you run out of the room with pup-pups following. You and Geumhyuk start the weekend with smiles and pancakes.

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emeraldbabygirl · 5 years

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VAV scenario

I swear I have barely any fluff scenarios so I’m gonna post a few. Also sorry that my titles are garbage I really don’t know what I’m doing lmao. Also sorry that the gifs don’t match and that the reactions are so long.

VAV reaction to you shivering because you’re cold:

St.Van: Your shivering must’ve woke Geumhyuk up because he was up and kneeling in front of your side of the bed before you could even react. “Princess, are you that cold? I know what will help.” At this Geumhyuk takes you into the bathroom and draws a warm bath for you. He sticks his hand in the water to check the temp and turns to you who is shivering in your nightgown. “Come here princess, this will warm you up.” you take your clothes off and he helps you into the tub. You immediately sink into the warm water feeling it warm you up. You turn you Geumhyuk who is kneeling next to the tub smiling at you and humming to himself. You giggle. “Do you feel better?” he asks. “Yes, thank you Geumhyuk”

Lou: Hosung was woken up by the bed shaking so he turned to see you shivering. He didn’t move, just watched you. “F-fuck, it’s colder than balls” Hosung tried holding in his laughter but couldn’t at that line. “Hosung, you’re up?” “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep.” Hosung wasn’t about to tell you that you woke him up since he knows you get upset when you accidentally wake him. “Are you cold?” Hosung asks inching closer to you under the covers. He wraps his arm around your waist and nuzzles your neck. “Cause I know how we could warm up” “Hosung, it’s too cold to take my clothes off.” Hosung pouts. “Alright princess, then I’ll keep you warm by being the big spoon.”

Baron: You were shivering like crazy teeth chattering. Since it was your first time sharing a room and bed with your boyfriend you didn’t want him to think you needed blankets when you slept but the thin sheet wasn’t doing you justice. You snuggled a little closer to Chungyeop. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” Chungyeop slowly rose up out of bed and leaned over to turn on the lamp. He saw you shivering and grabbed your hands. “They’re freezing cold y/n, dammit.” You were a bit taken back by his sudden language and watched as he left the room. He came back a few minutes later with a large blanket. “Why didn’t you tell me you needed something warmer than a sheet?” he asked scooting you to the middle of the bed and covering both of you with the sheet and the blanket. “I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t stand the cold..I’m sorry” Baron sighs pulling you closer to him. “You are ridiculous sometimes you know that?”

Ayno: Yoonho knew you got super cold during the fall and winter and although he always left a folded up blanket at the foot of the bed he was still puzzled as to why you never used it, so he asked you one night. “Because it’s too cold to move and if I take my covers off I’ll turn into an ice pop.” Ayno couldn’t help but laugh at your choice of words. “You can get sick if you keep this up darling. We can take a shower together if you want.” a smirk painted across his face. You knew what he was thinking but you decided anything would be better than laying in blankets that aren’t warming you up. “Alright, but no funny business.” The hot water felt good against your back. Ayno snuggled up against you and helped you wash yourself and then wrapped you in a towel and carried you back to the bedroom. As you put on a warm pair of pj’s Yoonho left and came back back with a blanket. “I put it in the dryer so it’s nice and toasty.” As soon a he put it on you you melted into the warmth. “Thank you daddy.” you softly said as Yoonho cuddled you under the blanket. “You’re welcome darling.”

ACE: Wooyoung was old school. How old school? When you searched for a house together he insisted that the house had to have a fire place. “They have fake fireplaces you can buy. Don’t you want something modern?” you asked. Wooyoung simply shook his head. So on a cold night like tonight you were half thankful that Wooyoung never settled until he found a house with a chimney but you didn’t know how to start a fire and you were too afraid to try without Wooyoung home. So you waited on the couch with the small light from the lamp wrapped in a blanket til he came home. “Princess, why are you still up?” he asked coming over to you. “It’s too cold” you said shivering slightly. “Want me to start a fire?” you didn’t like the idea because you were always afraid the sparks would fly and catch the rest of the house on fire but you nodded anyway. Wooyoung smiled and began to prep the fire. You watched as he worked enjoying how delicate he was with the wood and paper. Soon he had it set and the crackling comforted you. “Come sit by the fire and warm up. I’ll make us some hot chocolate.” you smiled leaning into Wooyoung enjoying his company and the heat from the fire thinking about how romantic this really was and being thankful that Wooyoung wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ziu: Ziu came home late to find you in the middle of the bed curled up in a ball. He turned the lamp on and sat on the edge of the bed watching as you shivered. “Y/n, do you want me to turn up the heat?” “No” Ziu tilted his head in confusion. “But you’re shivering.” he said reaching for his ipad; you just recently purchased a new heating system that you could control from any device. You reached your hand out from under the blanket and touched Ziu’s side. “I want more blankets” Ziu looked at you confused but did as you requested coming back into the bedroom with a pile of blankets. He wrapped you up in two blankets and pulled you to the center of the bed. Then he got in the bed next to you and piled more blankets on top. He pulled you close to him and as you shivered less he knew why you wanted this. “You just wanted to be close to me didn’t you kitten?”

Jacob: you were honestly surprised how Jacob could sleep without a shirt, especially in the winter. You were wrapped in layers of blankets shivering and Jacob was barely covered by the sheet totally unfazed. “Jacob, Jacob” you whisper. Jacob, being the light sleeper he is slowly stirred awake. “What’s wrong babe?” he said facing you in the dark. “How are you not cold?” Jacob then reached over to turn the lamp on the nightstand on. Turning back to you he busted up laughing seeing just your face poke out from your blanket cave. “It’s not f-funny” you said beginning to shiver some more. “I know I know, you just look so cute like that. How about you invite me in and I’ll warm you up?” You smiled and opened your blanket feeling the cold air wrap around you but not for long as Jacob wrapped his arms around you. His warmth slowly heating up your body. You cuddle close against his chest feeling like you were wrapped in a heated blanket.

#vav #st.van #lee geumhyuk #lou #kim hosung #ziu #park heejun #ayno #noh yoonho #baron #choi chunghyeop #ace #jang wooyoung #jacob #jacob peng #vav scenarios #vav fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff

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kpoprunsmylifenow · 5 years

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It’s Cold

St. Van x Reader

Fluff

Summary: You didn’t realize how cold it was in their dance studio, until you showed up without a jacket.

(AN: Cerina I hope you should know this was almost angst....but I refrained) @inarinabina

You didn’t realize how big a mistake you’d made when you went to bring food to your boyfriend and his band mates.

Entering, you could immediately feel the temperature drop from the hallway to the room.

“Guys, I come bearing food!” You announced. Everyone crowded around you, making the room feel a little better, but still cold. Echos of thanks and hugs were dished out when you were left with Geumhyuk and both of your meals. You made small talk, you curling up on the couch, trying to keep yourself warm.

“Are you cold?” He asked as he pulled you closer to him.

“A little yeah.” You laughed and curled more into his side, stealing a few bites of his food. “It’s pretty cold in here.”

“It usually is.” He laughed quietly. “I have my hoodie if you want it.” You nodded enthusiastically and put on the hoodie.

“You look shorter than usual.” Ayno laughed as he stood beside you. He laughed as you hit his chest.

“Shut up asshole.” Laying against your boyfriend, he pulled you close, knowing you were tired.

“Take a nap. We’re taking a break and I can be your blanket.”

#vav #vav imagine #vav imagines #vav drabble #vav drabbles #vav fanfiction #vav fanfic #vav fluff #vav fic #vav st. van #vav st.van #vav st van #vav geumhyuk #geumhyuk #st. van #st van

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unrealistical · 5 years

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St.van

geum is one of these people who will hug you to comfort you and brush their lips over your ear,whispering the sweetest stuff. to sum up i need geum.

#st.van #VAV #geumhyuk #imagine #fluff #i love him

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soulangel · 4 years

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Princess and Queen-St.Van

Summary: Taking the day to bring food to your boyfriend, your daughter seems to insist on distracting her uncles into entirely forgetting about the food you’d brought with you. And awwwww she’s got a crush!

Group: VAV; St. Van x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None, mildly overprotective mom comes through for a minute?

Word Count: 1.7k

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“Babygirl, don’t swing that around. If you drop it, Daddy and Uncles won’t have food.” You gently scolded your daughter as she happily started twirling around in the elevator-a bag full of food grasped in her tiny hands.

She pouted up at you and stopped spinning just as you crouched down to her height. “Is it getting heavy for you? Want Mommy to hold it?” You asked her, holding your hand out.

Her head jerked back and forth as she stepped away from you, the bag clutched tight to her chest. “I’m a big girl! I can carry it! I wanna show Uncle Ayno and Uncle Ziu I’m not a baby!” She wailed.

You smiled at her adorable antics and scrunched your nose at her. “Okay Baby. We’ll show them you’re grown up.” You told her, trying your hardest to keep the teasing tone out of your voice.

She nodded her head in determination right as the elevator dinged, indicating you were on the right floor. You held a hand out to make sure the door wouldn’t close on your child as she zoomed out and into the hallway where she immediately followed the familiar path to her father’s practice studio. “Mommy, are they in there?!” She asked loudly, while trying to whisper to you.

You could hear them whispering to each other, and a specific loud mouth asking if he heard someone at the door. So you just shrugged at her and held her hand while waiting for the boys to open it for you. “Let’s find out, yeah?” You replied simply, getting her to nod excited up at you.

Not even a minute later, two familiar faces peaked out to see what the commotion was, eyes glinting mischievously at seeing the familiar mop of black hair clinging to your hand. “Y/N where’s Yoona? How could you have possibly left our favorite little girl at home?!” Ayno pouted at you while Ziu opened the door wider and allowed you both inside.

At hearing your name, your boyfriend of 8 years looked over in your direction wide eyed. “Y/N is here?!” He yelped, quickly rushing up to your little group and immediately crouching down to take his squealing little girl into his arms.

You smiled at the sight and giggled a little bit as Yoona was passed around the group, gaining kisses from all her uncles. “I thought you were staying home with her today. What if you’d gotten hurt or kidnapped? You should’ve told me you were stopping by for a visit, I would’ve asked for a driver.” He gushed, checking you over for anything wrong while Yoona managed to stop in Ayno’s arms and hug him around his neck.

You pressed your hands against St. Van’s cheeks and squished them a little, giving him a bright smile. “I drove here. We’re fine. It’s okay My Love. Breathe in, and breathe out. Everything is okay. See? Look, Yoona is with her favorite uncle now.” You replied to him, motioning towards Ayno who was zooming around with the raven-haired toddler wrapped around his neck and back squealing happily.

You sighed in content at the sounds of your daughter having fun with her uncles, and stepped into St. Van’s arms, smiling a little when his arms wrapped around your automatically. “Oh! I brought food in case anyone is hungry!” You said suddenly, looking up at him.

St. Van smirked and spun you around. “I knew I picked you for a reason. Hey! Who’s hungry!” He chuckled, setting you down right as he called for the others.

“I am! I am!” Your child screamed from her perch on Ziu’s shoulders.

You smiled over at her and tried stepping out of St. Van’s arms, wanting to go set the food down on the table set up in the back corner. “Babe, can I put down the stuff please?” You asked him softly, chuckling a little when he grunted and held you tighter.

It took the both of you waddling over to the table for him to finally be content enough to let you go long enough to set the food out for grabs. “Okay, that’s done, now come back here.” He pouted, wrapping you up in his arms again just as a pair of loud yells sounded behind you.

You squealed just as Ayno and Ziu zoomed into the area with Yoona giggling happily atop one of their shoulders. “Yayyyy! Food!” She yelled happily as Ayno grabbed a tiny piece of food to feed her with.

The rest of the group was too busy either recording the fiasco, or laughing at how everything was turning out to even try stepping over to the food. “Ya! Let us eat too!” Ace grumbled in fake annoyance.

Yoona stuck her tongue out at him. “No!” She called back without hesitation, which earned a surprised look from you.

St. Van snickered and hid in your neck to keep from getting glares from his group mates as his daughter started telling them all off while continuing to eat out of Ayno and Ziu’s hands. “Come here you little-!” Without warning Lou snatched Yoona off Ziu’s shoulders and rushed her around the room while still being cradled gently in his arms.

You jumped at her scream in laughter and looked over to see what the commotion was just as St. Van gently tugged you out of the room. “She’s fine Angel. Don’t worry, you know she’s their pride and joy as much as ours.” He chuckled.

You nodded your head. “It’s just been so long that I’ve heard it, it startled me.” You admitted, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment.

He just grinned at you and lifted a hand up to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb along you cheekbone soothingly while you let your head rest against his palm. “Maybe we should let her see them more often then. I’m sure her little crush will go away after a few more years.” He quietly muttered, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to the crown of your head.

You sighed in content and leaned into him, momentarily forgetting what the conversation was about; just allowing yourself the moment in his embrace to be the only thing on your mind. “You see? It’s fine. She’s perfectly fine with the-” At the sudden crash and screech in the room you both pulled away from each other and stared at the door wide eyed.

You glanced up at him. “What was that?” You asked him in a deadly quiet voice.

Just as he was about to answer, your daughter’s whines and cries gave you what you wanted, before a large figure stopped in the doorway and coughed into his hands. “Now before you freak out and try hitting us. Just know she’s perfectly fine. She didn’t get hurt. But um...Ayno might have fallen down and scared her.” Lou explained quickly, doing his best to block the door the moment he saw your facial expression change.

Lou gulped quietly and glanced toward St. Van who was keeping in his snickering so as to not turn your wrath on him. “Might have fallen? Or been pushed?” You hissed, narrowing your eyes.

“Now now, let’s not panic Y/N. Like I said, she’s perfectly fine.” Lou mumbled holding his hands out.

You shoved passed him without a second thought and stormed into the room. “I swear if my daughter is crying-what are you doing?” You said, cutting yourself off in confusion upon seeing Ayno in the middle of a strange and goofy dance for Yoona who was sat in Ace’s lap bouncing up and down a little in rhythm.

The group of guys all grinned innocently at you, and Ace went as far as to bounce Yoona a little bit higher so she was giggling loudly in his grip. “He’s dancing Mommy! Look!” Yoona squealed, pointing at Ayno who was grinning like an idiot while swiveling his body around randomly.

You huffed out a breath and crossed your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes a little more at the group as they slowly and subtly began to cower under the stare. “Babe, give them a break. She’s not crying anymore, and she’s not hurt.” Your boyfriend’s soothing voice called behind you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to help calm your frustration.

Without thought, you leaned against his chest and sighed. “Be that as it may. I still don’t trust her alone with them. At this point I don’t know who’s worse; a toddler with a crush, or a group of adults acting just as insane as said toddler.” You grumbled out finally.

You glanced over at the table just as St. Van wrapped his arms around you again and kissed your temple, his chuckles vibrating against your back. “Hey! Have you even touched the food Yoona and I both slaved over for you?!” You cried out, pointing at the untouched food that looked like it hadn’t been eaten since the tiny little bites Ayno and Ziu fed Yoona.

All the boys, including your boyfriend rushed toward the table to grab a small portion, giving you loud thanks with stuffed faces and happy grins. No one wanted to poke the mama bear anymore than they already had, and Yoona even went so far as to stick her tongue out at the boys. “Yeah! Mommy and I slaved over that for hours!” She commented, crossing her arms in the same manner she’d always seen you do.

Her favorite uncles crouched down to her level after finishing their plates and bowed before her. “All hail Queen Yoona! All hail Queen Yoona!” The two chanted while picking her up gently and prancing her around the room.

You rolled your eyes playfully when St. Van’s arms once again found your body and wrapped around your waist. “Don’t fret My Love. They’re definitely wrong.” He whispered in your ear, kissing the shell to earn a giggle from you.

A couple of the guys who managed to hear the giggle glanced over for just a moment, practically sagging in relief at seeing the happy smile on your face like when you first stepped through the door.

“She’s Princess Yoona, Y/N. Because you’re my queen.”

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fallinnflower · 5 years

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the one with the ferris wheel cliche

baron x reader (ft. st.van x reader!bff, fluff, non-idol!au, double date!au)

a/n: full disclosure i wrote this because my best friend and i saw some tag yourself based on your birth month thing on twitter about which vav member you’d go to a fair with and we’re both april babies and got ‘baron AND st.van’, so this happened. i don’t know where that tweet is now, sadly, but if anyone sees it lmk :)

Every year, the fair comes to town.

It’s not really anything special anymore, hasn’t been since you were a thirteen year old allowed to go with your friends unchaperoned for the first time. Now, you just see over-priced food and slightly unstable-looking rides.

For some reason, none of this stops you from agreeing to a double date at the fair on its final Friday open. You’d like to say it has something to do with nostalgia, or a simple love of cotton candy, but, really, you think Baron’s just a little too charming (and you’re worried your friend might go into cardiac arrest if she has to go on rides alone with Geumhyuk the whole time).

And that’s how a Friday in late August finds you and your best friend answering the door to find Baron (whose hair looks as fluffy as cotton candy and makes you melt in a similar fashion to the sweet) and Geumhyuk (showing off his tattoos in a way you’re sure is more for your friend’s benefit than his own) smiling at you. If you hadn’t been nervous before, then you definitely are when Baron holds out his hand expectantly. Just what the hell have you gotten yourself into?

You don’t really know Baron that well, to be honest; the two of you just seem to be third- and fourth-wheeling on a cute date for the two people who are actually on a course to dating, if they ever stop being so nervous around each other. Despite this, Baron is extremely sweet to you, acting as if you were really a date he was trying to impress.

You’re starting to understand why literally everyone has a crush on him.

Geumhyuk is quick to buy everyone snacks, repeatedly asking you and your friend if you have everything you need. It flusters your friend, but it makes you laugh watching him attempt to baby the three of you. He implores you to call him ‘St. Van,’ since Baron does, and you attempt to even though it feels kind of weird. You can’t help but notice that Baron seems to be pouting the whole time the St. Van’s attention is turned to you (which isn’t all that long, really). You barely have time to dwell on it before he’s leading you towards a game booth to try and win you a prize.

It’s almost painful watching him play such an obviously rigged game, but you have to admit you’re impressed at how he manages to charm the booth’s elderly manager into giving him a prize anyways. He gently rest his palm on the small of your back and guides you to pick a prize, and you feel the tips of your ears heating up as he looks over your shoulder at the collection of small trinkets available.

You choose a small, fluffy cat keychain with angel wings, and Baron beams at you as you do. The manager winks conspiratorially at you as Baron gently leads you away from the booth towards the strong man game where Van and your friend are still waiting in line.

“I can’t believe you managed to convince that lady to give you a prize,” you laugh, and Baron shrugs, pulling off a piece of cotton candy and holding it towards you. When you hesitate, he simply nudges it closer to your lips until you finally open your mouth. The playful, satisfied smile on his face is so charming it makes you want to melt like the spun sugar on your tongue, and you have to remind yourself again that you barely know Baron and that this outing isn’t even about you and your love life.

“What can I say, I’m just that irresistible.” He pretends flip hair out of his eyes, and you press your lips together to keep from laughing too loudly.

“Whatever you say.” You direct your attention towards where St. Van is now at the front of the line, holding the hammer in his hands and carefully studying the game. St. Van has always been big and somewhat intimidating, but you can’t say you’ve ever been afraid of him — until you see him swing that hammer down and hear the bell ring.

Baron laughs at the slightly shell-shocked expression on your face, while you can’t seem to marry the big smile and slight blush on St. Van’s face as he tells your friend to pick out a giant prize with the one who could probably break you in half like a toothpick. You huff as you realize this means you can’t really threaten him with any sort of physical fight if he hurts your friend’s feelings. Seems you’ll have to resort to blackmail.

Baron immediately begins ribbing St. Van as your friend struggles to get a hold on the giant, round pink cat plush in her arms. You laugh and squish one of its ears down to look at her face,

“What are you gonna do if he wins you another prize?” You ask, and she immediately turns red.

“He already offered to carry this one for me.” You giggle as she appears to get even more flustered as she glances at him.

“Baron charmed the old lady at the game stall for this one,” you say, gently flicking the keychain you have hooked around your belt loop. She smiles down at it.

“Cute,” she coos. She looks back up at you, and the look in her eyes tells you she’s about to say something teasing before she’s interrupted by St. Van gently taking the plush from her arms and tucking it under one of his, that same big smile on his face.

“So, where to next?” You ask as the four of you walk away from the booth, and Baron is quick to grin at you.

“They have some rides over that way.”

“Are there teacup rides?” You ask, and St. Van furrows his brows.

“I think so.” You grin.

“Then we’re going there.”

You (with the help of St. Van and his somewhat outrageous biceps) turn the teacups at the fastest speed possible. A few times you knock into Baron’s shoulder, but you’re both too busy laughing to care, all squished into the teacup together. Sometimes you catch St. Van looking over at your best friend, who’s squeezing the plush to her chest as if that will keep her stable, in a way that makes your heart melt. Maybe you won’t have to resort to blackmail, even.

As you all step off the ride, bumping into each other, your group makes the executive decision to go on the carousel and then hop in line for the ferris wheel so you can get on once the sun has started setting. With night falling, the fairground has become more packed, and Baron takes a gentle hold of your hand.

“So I don’t lose you,” he says, winking over his shoulder as he pulls you along. The two of you fall behind the actual couple, content to let them chat amongst themselves. You find yourself unable to keep the fond smile off your face.

“They make a good pair,” you muse, and Baron hums in agreement from beside you. Baron gently swings your link hands back and forth as you walk along, and you’d nearly forgotten about it until your friend and St. Van turn back to both of you to suggest a pit stop before heading to the Ferris wheel. Your friend’s eyes immediately lock onto Baron’s hand holding yours, raising an eyebrow, and if it weren’t rude you would’ve snatched your hand away. She flashes you one last knowing grin before turning her attention back to her date, leaving you flustered and clammed up for the rest of the walk to the bathrooms.

You and St. Van are left outside, sitting at a picnic table nearby. There’s a good view of the Ferris wheel where you are, and it gets you thinking a bit — it’s pretty romantic for an almost-couple and two strangers to go on on a double date.

St. Van is looking down at his phone when you glance over,

“Hey.” He looks up. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, is something wrong? Are you feeling okay?” He asks, and you quickly nod, though you find it endearing that he seems so concerned over someone he barely knows. Baron hadn’t been kidding when he had jokingly called him a dad on the way here.

“I’m fine, I was just wondering... why did you decide to make this a double date?” His brows furrow, and you look down at the little cat keychain against your thigh and start playing with it, suddenly embarrassed by your own sudden outburst. “I mean, it must be awkward for you, since Baron and I are just hanging around. He and I barely know each other and—”

“It wasn’t my idea.” You whip your head back to look at him, and he looks genuinely confused.

“What?”

“Baron wanted this to be a double date. I was going to ask Y/F/N on a date anyways.” His cheeks turn a little pink as he says it, and before you can question him more he suddenly stands up with a grin on his face, signaling your friend’s arrival at the table. Following shortly behind is Baron, who immediately shoots you a winning smile.

“To the Ferris wheel?” Van asks, and you all agree. You stand up from the picnic table and find Baron is holding his hand out to you. St. Van’s words ring through your head again, and you feel your heart skip a beat before you ultimately decide to take it.

The two of you lapse into silence, but it isn’t as comfortable as before and only because you can’t stop thinking — or, well, overthinking. Why would Baron ask St. Van to go on a double date? Did he ask for you specifically, or leave it up to Y/F/N? They’re all questions you want to ask, but aren’t confident enough to ask outright as you all approach the Ferris wheel.

Surprisingly, the line isn’t very long, nor is the area surrounding the wheel as crowded as you’d expected it to be. Even despite that, Baron keeps your hand in his, occasionally tracing little patterns with his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Do you like Ferris wheels?” You ask, and then curse yourself for being so abrupt. Baron doesn’t seem to mind though, because he’s still grinning that beautiful grin when you turn to him, and nods.

“I haven’t been on one in a while. I think it should be fun.” You turn to look back at the wheel and laugh a little,

“I’ve never been on one before. I’m a little nervous.” Baron squeezes your hand, gently, and steps closer to you. When you look back at him, his face feels much, much closer, and there’s a glimmer in his eyes you can’t quite pin down the meaning of.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, and his smile is so gentle it makes your knees weak. “I’ll be right beside you. You’ll be fine.” You feel your heart do a little flip again, getting a bit too lost in his eyes—

Out of the corner of your eye you see the line moving forward, and you take a step towards the Ferris wheel, hastily mumbling as much to Baron and looking down to hide the blush on your cheeks. After a few moments of silence, Baron starts tracing patterns on your hand again, and you start to count your breaths to try and calm your heart rate.

The Ferris wheel controller splits the double date up, stating that it’s only two people per cart. As you watch your friend and St. Van getting lifted up so you and Baron can enter your cart, you can’t help but smile at the way both of them seem to be glowing just from being near each other. You know your friend isn’t a huge fan of Ferris wheels, but you have a feeling she’s going to be alright this time.

And then you wonder, once again, just why you’re also here.

Baron let’s you go in first and pick your bench, and you choose the one with your back to your friend so you won’t be tempted to pull faces or try to snoop. However, the lack of distraction just makes you more nervous for the whole situation, and you cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to make yourself smaller and safer.

“Nervous?” Baron asks, leaning towards you. You nod, and he reaches out to brush a piece of hair behind your ear.

“It’s gonna be fun,” he says. “You’ll see.” You feel inclined to trust him with that angelic smile, but it doesn’t quite still the hammering in your heart when he also squeezes your hand before leaning back into his own seat.

You know Baron isn’t a stranger to skinship — you’ve seen him hug St. Van and his other friends on the few occasions you’ve been around them — but you can’t seem to reconcile what he’s doing with anything other than flirting. Despite that, you can’t figure out why Baron, a pretty well-known heart throb, would be flirting with you.

The Ferris wheel starts its ascent, and as the cart sways slightly you feel yourself tense up. Baron looks at you with furrowed brows.

“Are you okay?” You nod, but you don’t think it’s very convincing. Gentle as ever, Baron lets out a little laugh and leans forward.

“Why don’t we talk about something to get your mind off of it? What if we ask each other questions?” You find yourself nodding again before you can really think about it; to your benefit, Baron starts.

“Favorite color?”

“Yellow.” The wind picks up a bit, and you curl further into yourself. “Do you have like... a hidden talent?”

“I like to sing,” he says, and you smile.

“I’m sure you sound great.” Like an angel, you think, but don’t dare say it because of how cliche it is.

“Thanks.” He starts to say something else, but a gust of wind causes the cart to rock and you let out an embarrassing noise of shock. Baron reaches out for your hand,

“Hey, look at me, it’s okay. You’re okay.” His hand is warm and reassuring, and his gaze is kind, and you aren’t sure if it’s the adrenaline or not that causes you to suddenly blurt out the question that’s been on your mind since your talk with St. Van:

“Was the double date your idea?” He looks startled, but not necessarily in a bad way, and lets out a laugh,

“I thought it was my turn to ask a question.” The joke falls flat for you, unfortunately, considering how nervous you are, and Baron quickly sobers himself up, readjusting his grip on your hand. You don’t think you’ve seen him look so serious the whole night as he does now, gazing at you with earnest eyes. You can see some of the lights from below reflected in them. Your heart is pounding so hard you can hear the blood rushing in your ears.

“Yeah, it was,” he says. “I really wanted to get to know you, but I want sure how. So I had St. Van turn his date into a double date.”

“Why?” You blurt.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, everyone likes you— you could probably go on a date with anyone, so why me?” Not only does your statement seem to surprise him, but it also seems to suddenly make him bashful, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink that you can barely make out in the dusk. He clears his throat and begins to nervously play with your fingers; surprisingly, you don’t mind.

“When St. Van first told us about Y/F/N, you were with her, and I’d seen you around campus before and always thought you were really cute, I just wasn’t sure how to get to know you. So when Van said he was planning to take Y/F/N out this weekend, I asked if he wouldn’t mind setting us up.”

You have a feeling Y/F/N is going to laugh when she hears about this little scheme; you put the thought on hold, however, because Baron is looking at you with a measure of intensity and resolve that feels unfamiliar to you.

“I like you, Y/N. I want to try taking you out for real, not just third- and fourth-wheeling together.” You crack a smile, and Baron seems to let go of tension you hadn’t even noticed he’d been holding.

“I’d like that,” you say, and you one hundred percent mean it. He beams at you, his smile outshining all the lights below and the moon above, as the Ferris wheel slowly begins to lower you to the ground.

Your friend gives you a very meaningful look once the boys have dropped you back off at her house, though it’s hard to take her seriously when she’s holding the massive pink plush cat in her arms and struggled to get through the doorway with it.

“What?” You eventually ask, pointedly, and she grins.

“You and Baron were holding hands the whole night,” she says, “and I saw you give him your number.” As if on cue, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and her grin only stretches wider as she makes her way towards you.

“And I saw you drooling over St. Van’s tattoos, don’t even start.” You try to keep your demeanor cool, but you find yourself blushing anyways as you move into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. Your friend follows, awkwardly maneuvering herself and the large plush through the door just to continue grinning knowingly at you. You flick water in her face from the sink.

“Shut up,” you mutter sullenly, taking a sip of your water and looking towards the ground.

“I didn’t say anything.” You refuse to look up until she starts to move away, laughing. “You should probably answer that text.” She shoots you a wink as she leaves and you do your best to keep scowling at her until she’s disappeared from view.

You do, in fact, check your phone right after that (not because she told you to), and can’t keep the smile off of your face when you read your newest message from Baron:

See you on Monday ;)

You can’t wait.

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