If I was your girlfriend, would you let me dress you I mean, help you pick out your clothes before we go out? Not that you’re helpless But sometime, sometime those are the things that bein’ in love’s about
If I was your one and only friend Would you run to me if somebody hurt you even if that somebody was me, Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be Please…
If you ever fall in love… fall in love with someone who wants to know your favorite color and how you like your coffee. Fall in love with someone who loves the way you laugh and would absolutely anything to hear it. Fall in love with someone that puts their head on your chest just to hear your heart beat. Fall in love with someone who kisses you in public and isn’t afraid to show you off to everyone they know. Fall in love with someone who makes you question why you were afraid to fall in love in the first place. Fall in love with someone who never wants to hurt you and will do anything to try and protect you from anything. Fall in love with someone who falls in love with all your flaws and thinks you became their version of the word ‘perfect’. Fall in love with someone who thinks that you’re the one they would love to wake up with each morning and each day.
I would treat you like royalty. I’d constantly remind you how much I love you, even when we’re mad at each other. I’d kiss you at the most unexpected times. I’d hold you close for hours on end when you are down. I’d spoil you to death with thoughtful little gifts. I’d make a fool of myself in public just to make you laugh and see your smile. I’d call you on the phone just to be on the line with you, even if there wasn’t anything to say. I’d get up early to make you breakfast in bed. I’d take time out of my day to come visit you at work or school, even if it greatly inconvenienced me. I’d buy a plane ticket or drive for hours, even if I was only able to see you for a day. I’d brag to all of my family and friends - hell, even strangers - about how blessed I am to have someone like you. Honestly, I would put so much of my love and effort into making someone happy, and I would love every second of it.
But guys…what if Louis and Eleanor decided to reconcile and give their relationship another go but they didn’t want to rush it or put labels on it because they were still figuring all that out? So they spent a lot of time together to get to know each other again and all these feelings resurfaced but neither one wanted to speak up about it because it was still early on? And then that shit went down at the airport and Louis got all protective af and yelled out “THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” and it was literally the first time since 2015 Louis’ called Eleanor that??? And then after everything settled down Eleanor was like… “You called me your girlfriend,” and true feelings were revealed??
“Please understand” Namjoon begged. His fingers wrapped
around your wrist as his eyes melted, pleading with you.
“Understand what? That you’re putting your ex-girlfriend
above me?” you asked. Namjoon sighed and the thought of slapping him crossed
“Your current boyfriend? You’re ditching your future for
your past?” you said, talking over him. He just stared at you, his eyes still
attempting to beg you. Why had he been so stupid lately? Were you speaking a
language that he couldn’t understand?
“I’m not ditching you, okay? I can’t stand the idea of
having her hate me. We used to be best friends, ___. I love you and you know
that” he replied, sliding his grip down to hold your hand. Your eyes looked
down at his hand and you raised an eyebrow.
“If you loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t be
acting like such a dick to me. I don’t care if you work on your relationship
with her but it’s not okay that I have to watch your foreplay-”
“Foreplay? What are you talking about?” Namjoon questioned,
his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“What am I talking about? You haven’t noticed the way she
touches you? I’m surprised she hasn’t dropped to her knees yet-”
“Okay, ___. That’s enough” he cut in, voice a bit escalated.
He was yelling at you now? You gave him a look and he groaned before starting
up his usual apology. You snatched away from him and he stood up, trying to get
you to come back to him.
The door opened and she emerged from the darkest pit in
hell. “Namjoon are you really going to miss your own birthday party?” she
asked, eyes slowly moving from your face to his.
“-are you really going
to miss your birthday party” you mumbled, mocking her little voice as you
walked out of the room. You heard Namjoon calling your name but you just kept
walking. You needed a drink. You needed a walk. You needed your boyfriend to
quit acting like a clueless dumbass.
You turned around and watched as Yoongi walked to meet you.
“You know, usually, when you scream someone’s name you’re jogging to catch up with them” you
“Yeah, yeah, sure. You and I both know that I am not going
to run just to get you” he responded.
“Truly the greatest best friend in the world” you said
sarcastically. Yoongi smiled in his drunken state and smacked your shoulder.
His arm draped over your shoulder as he walked with you to the open bar. He sat
with you before frowning, using his Jedi-Yoongi tricks to read your mind. He
ordered a few drinks and passed them all to you.
“What did he do now?”
Before you could answer, a loud roar of applause started up
and you both turned your heads toward the door. Namjoon walked into the room
with his dimples flashing and the she-witch glued to his arm.
“Ahhh, Medusa again?” he asked, stealing one of your drinks.
“Cruella” you responded.
“…Jafar?” he struggled. You laughed and he smiled.
“I couldn’t think of anymore evil chicks” he explained. You
just shook your head and downed a couple of the drinks. Your eyes cut back to
the two of them and you felt your jaw flex, your teeth pressing together. You
turned back to your drinks and quickly drunk the rest before taking Yoongi’s.
“Maybe you should try not being an alcoholic..?” Yoongi
said, watching you.
You ignored him, asking for another drink. Who was he to
judge? He’d been drinking too.
“I think it hurts more that it’s a girl because I literally
can’t do the things that she can do for him” you vented. Yoongi frowned in
confusion and you sighed.
“We don’t have the same parts?” you tried again. You could
see that he still wasn’t getting it.
“A vagina. I do not have a vagina. I am vagina-less” you
said, spelling it out for him.
“Well, she can’t give him what you can. SHE DOESN’T HAVE A
PENIS. SHE IS PENIS-LESS” he shouted. You clapped your hand over his mouth and
smiled to the people who’d began to stare. He mumbled something against your
hand before licking your palm, forcing you to snatch your hand away.
“Seriously?” you asked, wiping your hand on him.
His glazed eyes were a sign that you’d clearly
underestimated how much alcohol he’d had. He was officially beyond his limit
and you needed to get him home.
“Let’s go” you sighed, standing to help him up. Yoongi
allowed you to help him through the crowd, his smile thoroughly worked into his
face. Namjoon saw the two of you leaving and he hurried toward the door.
“Is he okay?” he asked.
“He’s fine. Carry on with your party” you replied, not even
glancing at him.
Ursula, being Namjoon’s shadow, moved to his side and asked
the same question.
“He said that I’m fine, you dick-less homewrecker” Yoongi
said. You held in your laugh as you continued out of the room.
Yoongi shuffled his feet along, making it a little easier to
help him out of the building.
“You’re an idol. Why don’t you guys have your driver with
you at all times?” you complained. Yoongi slapped his hand to your face and you
slapped him back. He laughed and put his finger to your lip, telling you to
Yoongi tripped and you were barely able to catch him in
time. He laughed as he went down and laughed even harder as soon as you caught
“You need to get me home before I die out here” he smiled. You
just shook your head and continued down the street with your arm around him. As
you approached the building, Yoongi had gone from laughing uncontrollably to
singing at the top of his lungs. You tried to quiet him down but he was just
too far gone to listen.