@thekimbab: ‘A Bobby fluff where you’re both watching a
movie but he ends up falling asleep’
Authour: Me (duh)
Character(s): reader, IKON’s Bobby/Kim Jiwon
Word Count: 617
Summary: a romantic movie night with Bobby in which he falls
Authour’s notes: this is my first ever scenario that I’ve
written so I’m nervous. Please give me some constructive criticism and
feedback. Feel free to request! I don’t write smut (suggestive is okay)
‘Maybe we should go out next time,’ you suggest.
‘Mmm,’ murmurs Bobby, in half-hearted agreement. He tucked himself
deeper into the blankets.
‘Who even watches movies using the TV anymore? More than
that, who buys DVD’s?’ you mumble, ‘it’s all online anyway’.
You struggle to open
the oak-wood drawer underneath the TV set that hadn’t been opened since your
dad decided he wanted ‘family movie night’ to become a thing (it never became a
thing). When the stubborn drawer finally decided to open, countless scratched
dvd cases spilled out, making you sigh in exasperation. ‘What do you want to
watch, babe? There’s only old movies. The Notebook? Jaws? … babe?’
‘Yeah, totally, I agree,’ mumbles a quiet voice from behind
you. You look back to see your boyfriend snuggled in the left corner of your
couch, eyes closed, drifting off into sleep.
He jerks up, eyes flying open for a second until they start
to droop again in exhaustion. You weren’t going to let that happen, ‘babe!’ you
yell again, throwing a cushion at him. ‘A romantic movie night was your suggestion, you can’t just fall
‘I’m sorry’, he apologises, catching the cushion and hugging
it, ‘I just had a hard day at training. Umm… I’ll pick Jaws then.’ He throws
you a charming smile.
‘Nope, you don’t get a choice anymore. We’re watching The
‘But I hate that movie!’ He complains.
‘That’s why we’re watching it.’ You smile smugly at him,
before inserting the dvd into the player.
Bobby reaches out his arms for you, pouting as he does. You
can’t help notice how soft and supple his lips have been looking lately. Maybe
he’s been borrowing Yunyeong’s Nivea Cherry Flavoured lip balm. You pull yourself away from the hypnotising
sight and sat yourself next to Bobby, falling into his warm embrace. Without
hesitation, he draws the blanket over you. As he leans over your lap, you can smell
the mixed scent of shampoo and sweat. He must’ve really had a hard day at
training. While you were lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed Bobby not sitting back up on his side of the
couch. Instead, he had plopped himself on your lap, facing sideways to see the
screen. You were about to complain until you realise how naturally he fit into
the small space between your thighs and your stomach - almost as naturally as
your hand went over his body to hold his.
‘You totally watched this for Ryan Gosling’.
‘Nah,’ you lied, ‘it was for the plot’. You reach the
popcorn and chomp down loudly, before reaching for another handful to feed
Bobby. ‘OUCH!’ you yell when Bobby bites your pinky finger, ‘that’s not popcorn’.
‘Tasted like popcorn’, he replies cheekily. He licks your
finger to prove your point. You shush him as you blush. The next ten minutes
are consumed by avid movie watching and popcorn chomping by you and you only. ‘I
need a drink’, you finally break the silence. Bobby doesn’t reply. He couldn’t have… you peer down at your
boyfriend’s face. He was totally asleep – mouth open, slight drool trickling
down his left cheek. You wipe it quickly with your thumb before it could make
its way down to your bare thigh. Sleeping
beauty? More like sleeping baby.
You reach for the popcorn with your left hand, careful not to
move your body so as not to wake up Bobby . You leaned down and whispered, ‘I may
have watched it a tiny bit for Ryan
Gosling’. You sit up straight again after your confession, before hearing Bobby’s
breathy voice – ‘I totally knew it’. You scrunched your face in defeat. Darn it, Bobby.
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Birthday scenario; w/ hanbin
pls! I don’t really have a plot so I guess it’s up to you! Pls and thank you!
Character(s): reader, IKON’s Hanbin and cameo by ikon+Bobby,
Yunhyeong’s Nivea Cherry Flavoured Lip Balm
Word Count: 1,210
Summary: Hanbin says he can’t come for your birthday because…
he has a concert?
Authour’s notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jjxeun YOU LOVELY GIRL
<3 Hope you have an amazing one :D I also hope you enjoy this scenario – it’s
not the best or longest I’ve written but I tried to make it fluffy for you. Have a Happy New Year everyone!
‘But it’s my birthday! You
promised last year that you would be here for my birthday this year!’ you
whined through the phone. Hanbin had missed your birthday last year too,
because he was too busy practising. He had promised that day that he wouldn’t
miss any others, no matter what.
‘I’m sorry, baby, I don’t
know what to say. I have a concert and I’m the leader, I can’t miss it. I have
to think about my members and the fans as well,’ he replies apologetically.
‘Well MAYBE you should think
about your GIRLFRIEND sometimes!’ you yell back and hang up the phone in anger.
You sigh and throw yourself on the bed. Your ceiling fan turns slowly in your
sight; your heart feels heavier with every ‘whoosh’. Yelling at Hanbin wasn’t
something you liked to do. The immense pressure his work put on him was enough,
without you piling on more. You knew going in that it wasn’t going to be easy
sharing your boyfriend with the rest of the world. Hanbin knew this so he
always treated you with gentle kindness and appreciation, and tried to make
your every minute together as special as it felt to him. The ceiling fan turns
another round. The clock strikes 1am. ‘I
should call him back’ nags a voice in the back of your mind. This wasn’t
the best way to start your birthday; but then you flash back to last year. You remember
how you waited in the snow in front of your favourite café for an hour for him
to show up, but he never did. You remember the long walk back home and how your
tears fell on melting snow. You remember him knocking on your door in the early
am’s the next morning and apologising profusely. You remember you accepting the
apology and him promising he would never miss another one. ‘There’s no way I can forgive him now, not yet.’ Your eyelids shut
off the world as your drift into an anxious slumber.
‘Y/N! Y/N!’ a shouting male
voice drags you into consciousness. ‘Hanbin!’
was all you could think, your eyes fly open and you sit up, hitting the owner
of the voice in the head. ‘Ouch, honey, you didn’t have to do that.’ He rubs
his forehead with his left hand as he holds out a neatly wrapped present in the
other. You smile shyly and take the present. ‘Thanks, Dad’.
‘Happy birthday,’ says your
dad, as he kisses you on the forehead, ‘I can’t believe my little girl’s
another year older.’ He pretends to tear up, provoking you to give him a
playful kick in the leg. He laughs. ‘A birthday breakfast is waiting for you
down stairs, don’t take too long!’ He closes the door gently on his way out.
You stare at the closed door, then smile. It sucks that Hanbin won’t be here
today, but you still had your wonderful family and friends. This day doesn’t
have to be so bad.
With this thought you hop out
of bed. This bittersweet thought carried you throughout the first half of the
day, and soon it was forgotten entirely as you were absorbed in the fun. It’s
4pm in the late afternoon and your two best friends are over at your house for
drinks.. As you wash your hands in the bathroom sink, you can see the sun
sliding across the horizon like a yolk in a bowl. You make your way back to
your room but your footsteps slow down as you hear whispering. It was your
‘like the surprise?’
‘Of course. She’s gonna love
us so much for it’
‘I hope it works ou-’
‘Shhh, she’s back!’
You step in the room and
close the door behind you. Both of them quickly divert their attention to a random
object in your room. You smile to yourself knowingly. If they were going to
plan a surprise birthday party for you, they shouldn’t have made it so obvious.
You didn’t want to devastate them, though, so you pretend that they haven’t
heard anything. The day continues with laughter, reminiscing, and friendly
teases about you getting older. Before you knew it, you were alone in the house
again – friends gone and parents off to get your birthday cake. You lie on your
bed again, white ceiling fan turning slowly but steadily. A ‘bang’ from
somewhere in your house makes you drop the Nivea Cherry Flavoured Lip Balm you
were holding. You parents had only just left, surely they couldn’t be back.
Maybe they had forgotten to take something; dad always forgets things if mum
doesn’t remind him. You wait for the creak of the front door opening, but it
doesn’t come. You decide to investigate. Your door opens silently and you
furtively peak out your room. The hall was empty, subtly lit by small candles
you were sure your friends hadn’t left. You inhale. They were those fancy
Glasshouse candles, caramel vanilla flavoured. You follow the aisle of burning
wax; through the hall; through the kitchen; through the living room; until they
stopped abruptly in front of the garage door. Through the bottom crack of the
door, you could see lights flashing. ‘If I
get killed now, at least I had a good day’ you think to yourself. You open
You’re momentarily blinded by
a white light. Is this heaven? A guitar
begins to play a soft melody and you hear a raspy voice.
Your eyes adjust to the
lighting. It’s Hanbin’s friend, Bobby. This was the first time you had seen him
and his charisma put you in awe and shock.
balkkeutkkaji da.’ The music stops as he leans down to kiss your hand. You
look up to realise that the whole of ikon is standing in your garage. Mics,
guitars, fancy suits and all. All of ikon except-… the music starts again.
chwihyangjeogyeok nan neoreul bomyeon.’ A Hanbin dressed normally in
berets and flowered shirts walks out from the darkness, dressed in a tailored
grey suit. His hair is slicked back to give a Grease Lightning feel.
sipeoseo andari na,’ he sings without a mic, accompanied only by the
soft guitar. He doesn’t break eye contact as he walks towards you. With each
step, your head feels light and your heart grows.
jeonkkajido saenggagi na.’ You wait for him to say ‘pow’, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he leans in at kisses you. Then he hands you a rose and a small box.
You don’t say anything. You
calmly take the box and flower, and put it on the ground next to you. Then you
surprise Hanbin by charging at him with an aggressive hug, winding him.
‘I THOUGHT YOU WERE AT A
CONCERT!’ you scream in excitement.
‘I AM. I’M AT YOUR CONCERT,’
he screams back, matching your excitement. He never failed to match the mood. ‘The
personal ikon concert,’ he gestures at his band mates behind him, before
turning back to you, ‘for my beautiful girlfriend’s birthday’. He gives you a
deep kiss. You kiss him back and hear the other members groaning. ‘Get a room!’
shouts Bobby. You smile into the kiss.
As someone who travels a lot what are your carry-on essentials? Like have you managed to figure out your "perfect" carry on bag?
Since I usually only travel with carry-on items, I think that I’ve finally perfected the process of packing all of my necessities within my carry-on luggage and one of my Pan Am bags. The stuff that I usually pack in my Pan Am bag is pretty much what I lug around in my purse on a day-to-day basis, because I live the life of a girl adventurer/teen runaway.
Anyway, here is my standard packing list for a three-day weekend:
In my Pan Am bag:
iPhone (fully charged, with a fully charged external charger)
3DS (fully charged, with one or two game cartridges)
Summary: you’re sick
and Hanbin comes to visit you with a dorky method of encouraging you. He also gets a little bit jealous and more than a little bit cheeky.
Authour’s notes: I’m
sorry this is really bad. I need a beer or something to boost my creativity
because I honestly struggled so much writing this and trying not to have clichés
while making it not sound weird and lame (but it ended up sounding weird
anyway). But, it means I come out a slightly improved writer, so creative
criticism welcomed! Also, sorry about the fried chicken references. My friend
had some for lunch and honestly I’m so hungry right now I’m going to get some
“Make sure you drink lots of water, okay? And don’t skimp on
food. If you need grocery money I can send you some. Give me a call if you need
“Mum, I’ll be fine,” you reassure her, “it’s just a little
cold. It’ll pass. I’ll call you later.”
She sighs loudly. “I know, just call me soon, okay? I bet
you regret moving out, already!” You could hear almost her smirk through the
phone. You hung up. Of course, she wasn’t totally wrong. Moving out of home and
into a new city filled with unfamiliar faces was difficult, and there was bound
to be regrets and ‘what ifs’; but you were happy. You toss your phone on your
bed and head to the bathroom to wash your face. Besides, if you hadn’t moved,
you would never have met Hanbin. Hanbin.
I wonder what he’s doing now. If your memory served you correctly, he
should be at his part-time job right now. The part time job that led to your
meeting, the part time job that you just called in sick to on a busy Friday
night. A pang of guilt hit you. There’s nothing you can do about it now, and a
look in the mirror convinced you of that. A near blue complexion with pale,
chapped lips and bags even Prada couldn’t top. Thank goodness Hanbin isn’t here to see this. You guys had only
been dating for a month and this was not a line he would be ready to cross. You’d
probably traumatise him into never dating girls ever again.
Someone was yelling your name. Your mind jerks awake but
your body follows slowly. You can hear the TV. A cheesy soap opera is playing
far too loudly. You must’ve drifted off when watching Infinity Challenge. Your
eyes struggle to tear open as you sit up, and when they finally do, they’re met
by a spinning room. Extending your arm and fingers outwards, you attempt to
reach for the remote without moving your body, which, at this point, felt
like it was subdued under water.
‘Y/N! Y/N!’ yells a
familiar voice from the door. So it wasn’t
a dream. You stumble towards your apartment door, remote still held tightly
in your left hand. The door creaks open, reminding you that you forgot to oil
it, again. As your eyes rested wearily on your unexpected visitor, your blurred
vision snapped back into focus, as did your mind. Still dressed in his work
uniform, standing outside your dimly lit apartment, was none other than, “HANBIN!?”
you shriek in surprise. You take a step back, dropping the remote. Why did he
have to come here now? He had never been to your apartment and now he’s here
while you’re looking like you’re ready to audition for a zombie role in The
Walking Dead. A sudden sight of Hanbin’s face in front of your face, and soft,
warm lips on your lips shocks you out of your train of thought. You stand still
and guiltily let it happen for a second, even considering kissing him back, but
eventually your hands found his firm chest and they pushed him away. “Babe, I’m
“I know,” he whispers, stepping closer. You take another
“You’re going to catch my cold,” you murmur.
You look down and bite your lower lip. It was hard to resist
Hanbin. His hair, ruffled from a busy night at work, and his pleading puppy
eyes were a lethal combination. Your over thinking had again made you let your
guard down. You realised this as you felt Hanbin’s arms wrap around you. “Crap”, but you didn’t resist. Instead,
you leaned deeply into his chest, inhaling a scent that you could only describe
and recognise as ‘Hanbin’, and let your heavy eyelids drop to their base. All
your worries and exhaustion drifted away, leaving only you and your boyfriend embracing
behind your apartment’s closed doors. “Have you had dinner yet?” asks Hanbin,
as he gently pulls away from the embrace. The press of his body lingers on
yours. “No, I fell asleep, uh, watching TV.”
Hanbin chuckles. “Well it’s a good thing I thought to bring
you this!” He lifts up a plastic bag that, judging by the scent, is filled with
fried chicken. At this point, you aren’t sure if you’re more angry at the fact
that the smell of fried chicken totally overpowered Hanbin’s familiar scent, or that
Hanbin had brought you food that obviously you can’t eat. He catches your scowl
that you, frankly, weren’t trying to hide and hastily reassures you “Mandu!
Mandu! I brought you dumplings, honey!”
“They don’t smell like dumplings,” you spit out. He stumbles
to your table and quickly pulls out from the plastic bag fried chicken, an
assortment of condiments, and finally, steamed dumplings. “See, babe?
Dumplings!” he smiles cheerfully. You sat yourself next to him, what’s the
fried chicken doing there, then? “Oh, that’s mine”, he replies again
cheerfully. Your eye twitched in frustration.
“Kim Hanbin, you know I can’t have fried chicken. I’m sick!”
“I know baby,” he replies innocently while opening the box
of boneless fried chicken, “This is get well soon food! It’s to motivate you to
focus on resting and getting well instead of worrying about work, which I’m
sure you’ve been doing.” With that, he proceeds to stuff his mouth with chicken
pieces at such a speed that even Bobby couldn’t compete with. You sigh. He’s hopeless. As much as you wanted to
point out his flawed logic and terrible method, you refrained, mainly because
your stomach began making extraterrestrial noises. So you grabbed a pair of
chopsticks and dug in.
“You know today,” you say between mouthfuls, “Yunhyeong texted
me. He told me he finished all of those Nivea Cherry Flavoured lip balms you
Hanbin finally took a pause from his chicken and cocked his
head to you. “He texted you?”
“Yeah,” you said, taking another bite.
“I didn’t know he had your number.”
“We exchanged it last time we met.”
“Oh. That’s cool.”
You turn to look at him, surprised at the attitude you were sensing.
He picks up a chicken piece and chews it slowly. “That’s awesome. Great.
You turn back to your dumplings. “Are you jealous?” you ask
Hanbin stops eating for a second, before beginning to down
the chicken again. “Of course not.”
You smiled on the inside (and maybe a little on the outside.
It made you feel better than you cared to admit). You straightened up your back
and began to reassure him, maybe a little bit too condescendingly. “Babe, it’s
fine. We’re just friends. You’ll always be my honey, honey.” He looks up at you
suddenly, catching you buy surprise. He stares intently at you for a moment
before breaking the silence. “Y/N, you
got a little something on your lips, here.” Without warning he grabs your face
lightly and pulls you towards him. You felt the firm pressure of his lips
against yours, but this time you didn’t push away. You met his force equally
and somewhere between your feelings of love and longing, you tasted fried
chicken. After what seemed like the time period of a Big Bang hiatus, you both
pulled away. He winked and flashed you a cheeky grin and without a word he went
back to demolishing his chicken.
11:00am (the next day)
You reach for your ringing phone. You pick up and hear a
croaking voice – “babe, I don’t feel so good.”