You know what? I’ve only got into b.a.p during these last few months but I fell in love so hard with them and with their fandom, like seriously, babyz are one of the most chill and lovable fandoms I’ve ever got the pleasure to get in. Also, b.a.p are criminally underrated and honestly I don’t get the reason? They are fucking amazing under every point of view: they produce their own music, vocal line on point, rap line always spitting fire and their unique sound is unmistakable, all summed up in one word quality. God bless this group, these sweet sweet boys who always give everything for their fans and always work hard.
“However far apart we may be, love will always carry me closer to thee.” - Tuxedo Mask
Happy Valentines! Ever since I saw Zen’s Zorro poster I’ve been dying to draw him as Tuxedo mask. Doesn’t he unexpectedly suit the role well? The Handsome hero who in the end is the one who ends up being rescued by his princess lol
Uh, god, I feel like this was not good enough! I mean, Yoosung’s proposal should be better! Did I make this too simple? Were there enough feels? I hate myself right now, but here you go Anon:
Saeran lay on his back, watching the rolling clouds pass by, a wistful
smile on his face.
They had laid the blanket down and Yoosung was taking out their
picnic. It was simple: meats, cheese, and crackers. For desert, strawberries
Saeran glanced at Yoosung. The blonde had a smile on his face as well.
He never seemed to be happier than when he was doing something for others,
especially when he could take care of the pack.
These days, however, it was the pack that had to step up for Yoosung.
He’d graduated and opened his own veterinary clinic. MC and the twins spent
days there, helping him build his reputation and people began to flood in.
Yoosung’s personality and genuine empathy won them over. He had recently hired
a full-time receptionist and was in the process of interviewing an assistant.
Saeran was extremely proud of the man Yoosung had become. He reached
out and touched his hand. Yoosung stopped and stared at his mate, the smile widening.
“Lay down with me.” Saeran asked of him.
Yoosung’s eyes flicked to the basket, then back to Saeran. Deciding that
Saeran was more important, he complied. Sighing contentedly as he lay next to
Saeran. They laced their fingers together, shoulders touching, heads tipped
towards each other.
“This was a great idea. I think we could both use a break.” Saeran
“Mmhm.” Yoosung muttered. His body trembled. He was anxious and was
finding it difficult to relax, even in the peaceful meadow. He wondered that
Saeran hadn’t caught onto the fact that Yoosung was unusually nervous. Maybe he
just attributed it to stress from the clinic. In fact, Yoosung felt very little
stress. He had so much support that even if he failed, he had a soft place to
fall. Even Jumin had made Yoosung Elizabeth 3rds official veterinarian. Yoosung
had cried when he’d brought her in. He could tell that Jumin was uncomfortable
with the emotion, but Yoosung didn’t care. In that moment Yoosung’s heart had
filled with so much love for Jumin. Jumin had endured the hug and even
reciprocated after a fashion.
Zen was the only RFA member who had not visited the clinic. Yoosung
understood why, his allergies prevented him from being comfortable in any Vet
clinic. But he had shown his affection by sending Yoosung a gift basket on the
day he opened. Most of the items were Zen’s DVD’s, but Yoosung appreciated the
Everything was looking bright for Yoosung. He had begun to think of
his future and what he wanted in life. Not just professionally, but personally.
He turned his head and stared at Saeran’s profile. His mate, his love,
his everything. His heart leapt into his throat, suddenly overcome with
emotion. Tears sprang to his eyes and fell silently onto the blanket.
Saeran, unaware, continued to stare at the clouds, a look of complete
contentment and peace on his face. Yoosung had to tear his eyes away, closing
them and rubbing at them with his free hand. He wiped his tears and sniffled
lightly. Saeran turned his head and saw Yoosung’s distress, he let go of his
hand and propped himself up on his elbow. He pulled Yoosung’s hand away from
“Yoosung, what’s wrong?” he asked with concern.
Yoosung smiled, the sun shining in his hair, creating a halo of light.
“I just got a little emotional, that’s all.”
“Remember when we first met?” Yoosung asked.
Saeran groaned and lay back down, throwing his arm over his eyes.
Yoosung chuckled, Saeran had hated Yoosung on sight. His hair was too yellow,
his eyes were too bright, his clothes were childish, his hairclips were gay,
his voice was too high pitched and girly, and annoying, he couldn’t forget,
annoying. And why the fuck was he always smiling?
Yoosung lay his head on Saeran’s chest, his arm around his waist. “You
got over that pretty quick if I remember correctly.” Saeran groaned again.
Their first kiss had not been pleasant, for either of them. Saeran’s
only thought at the time had been to shut Yoosung up. Saeyoung had left them
alone while he went to the store to pick up snacks. It had been nearing their
mating week and Saeran was already on edge. Yoosung kept touching him, as if to
make a point, but each touch was electric and lit another fire in him. He just
kept talking and talking, Saeran didn’t even know what the hell he was saying
half the time. And those eyes, so big and open, crinkling at the edges
constantly because of his smiles. He kept saying his name, over and over…”Saeran,
Saeran, are you listening to me? Saeran? Am I talking too much? I should
probably shut up now huh? Saeran? Saeran? Do you want to play a different game?
We could…Saeran?” and he’d had it. His anxiety was on high alert, his body was
reacting like never before to anyone, and with that last ‘Saeran’ he turned and
grabbed Yoosung’s shirt in his fist, his other hand going to the back of his
neck and pulled him in in one quick motion. Their lips smacked together, teeth
biting into flesh and clinking together. He’d never kissed anyone properly and
neither knew what they were doing. Yoosung, surprised, widened his eyes and
dropped the controller he’d had in his hands. The kiss hurt, he could taste
blood as Saeran thrust his tongue into his mouth. He didn’t resist, but he
floundered as to how to respond.
Saeran had pushed himself off and walked away, leaving Yoosung stunned
on the couch, hearing Saeran’s bedroom door slam shut behind him.
“I guess I could have been a little smoother.” Saeran mumbled.
“All I could think about for a week after that was you, my tongue kept
playing with the scab inside my mouth, where my teeth cut it. You’ve gotten a
lot better at kissing since then.” Yoosung teased.
Saeran scoffed and lay his arm across Yoosung’s back, cradling him
against his body.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Yoosung sat up and pulled Saeran up as well.
“I know you don’t like alcohol, but, will you share a glass of
champagne with me?”
“You brought champagne?” Saeran asked.
“Well, yeah, I…I don’t know, I just wanted this to be special.”
Yoosung blushed and looked up at Saeran in that way that always left him a
Saeran sighed, tilting Yoosung’s head up with his thumb and
forefinger. “Anything for you.” And kissed his nose. Yoosung’s face split into
a grin and he pulled away to uncork the bottle he’d brought. Saeran took the
champagne flutes out of the basket and held them ready. Yoosung pushed on the
cork and it popped into the air, the bubbles cascading out of the bottle and
over his fingers. He squealed in delight, Saeran laughing at his boyfriend.
Yoosung carefully filled the flutes with the bubbly, setting the bottle down
and taking one of the glasses from Saeran.
They looked at each other, lost in their own thoughts. Yoosung shed
another tear and Saeran, head cocked, wiped it away without a word. Yoosung
leaned into his hand, closing his eyes and sighing.
“I can’t imagine my life without you Saeran.” Yoosung opened his eyes
and clasped Saeran’s hand in his.
“Good thing you don’t have to.” Saeran answered, taking a sip from his
glass, he wrinkled his nose as the bubbles tickled the inside.
Yoosung’s heart tore through his chest watching him. It was now or
Saeran cocked an eyebrow at the sudden change in tone.
“These last few years have been the best of my life. Before you, I was
adrift, I had no anchor, I had no hope for my future. You showed me that I
could be so much more, that I could accomplish anything! You showed me that I
was stronger than I’d ever thought I could be. You gave me a purpose, a family,
a pack.” He set his glass down and caressed Saeran’s cheek with affection.
“Please, let me just get this out.” Saeran nodded and kept silent.
Yoosung dropped his hand and, without breaking eye contact, reached into the
picnic basket, laying hands on the box he’d hidden in there. He pulled it out
and held it close. Saeran didn’t even glance at it, his eyes were fixed on
Yoosung’s amethyst gaze.
“I love our life. I love our home, I love our pack. It’s almost perfect.
And I’ve never been happier! I want this feeling to last forever! When I think
about where we came from, how much we struggled to get here…” Saeran’s eyes
began to water, because he knew the struggle had been his fault. Yoosung was a
ray of sunshine and Saeran had been a grey storm cloud full of raging wind and
rain. He’d blocked out the sun for far too long. Yoosung let go of Saerans’s
hand and it was his turn to wipe away the tears. He smiled at Saeran.
“It was worth it. You were worth it. Every tear, every fear, every
doubt, and every pain. I would do it all over again. And if it all ended here,
I would die happy, having known you, having loved you, and having had you love
me. But I want more, so much more Saeran.”
Saeran stared at Yoosung, how much more of himself could he give?
Yoosung already had it all. His heart, his soul, his body, his existence.
He brought the box between them and opened it. Saeran’s eyes settled
on the object set inside, confused.
“Will you marry me Saeran?” Yoosung whispered, his voice catching and
cracking. He hadn’t planned to be a blubbering mess when he asked, but here he
was, unable to look Saeran in the eyes for fear that he would see rejection in
them. His hands trembled. Saeran wrapped his hands around Yoosung’s to steady him
and waited for the blonde to look at him again. When he did, he smiled, the
most joyous smile Yoosung had ever seen on Saeran.
“Yes.” Was his simple answer, whispered shyly.
“Are you sure?” Yoosung asked, anxious.
Saeran laughed and took Yoosung’s face in his hands, kissing him
“Of course I’m sure, now, put that ring on my finger before I change
Yoosung’s eyes widened and he scrambled to get the ring out and shoved
it onto Saeran’s ring finger, then sat back, holding his hand, admiring the
shine of it in the bright sunlight.
“I can’t wait for you to be my husband.” He exhaled.
Saeran sprang at Yoosung with a guttural growl, his teeth ending in
sharp points and biting down on his neck, then clamping his mouth around the
wound and sucking long enough to leave a bruise. Yoosung gasped and groaned at
the assault, clutching at the back of Saeran’s shirt. He opened his eyes and
watched the clouds quietly float by. His future even brighter.