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HIIII this is my first time requesting something so if I make a mistake pls keep that in mind 😞 can u make a fluff where the reader is a artist and younghoon catches them drawing ??

draw... us?

younghoon x reader (request, thank you for requesting my beloved anon!!!!!!!)

genre: drawing, flirting, teasing, overall playfulness, a random suggestive joke at the end LMAO (sorry that's just my humor 💀) note: yay! i was planning to post this much later but this request was literally so much fun to write, i couldn't help it~ anyway, i hope you like this anon!! word count: 0.6k

you sighed, watching helplessly as the pencil rolled off the table. you reached down to pick it up, and went back to your notebook, as you settled back down to sit on the floor. you were supposed to be taking notes about your school course but instead, you couldn’t help but draw mindlessly instead.

you looked up and smiled at the sight of your boyfriend, busy in the kitchen, preparing a snack. you turned back to the paper and began doodling. things from simple flowers to complicated cats doing odd things began to bloom across the margins.

just as you were distracted, about to start another drawing of perhaps, a chicken (or something), you heard a deep voice from behind you.

“are you drawing me?”

you visibly jumped, turning around to where younghoon was standing there, a plate of cut fruit in his hand. he smiled softly, placing it on the table as he sat down on the floor beside you. though, he struggled a bit because of how long his legs were.

“does it look like i’m drawing you?” you deadpanned, eyeing him.

he only laughed fondly at your snarky response.

he shrugged, tilting his head attractively.

“no, but can i watch?” he pointed at your notebook.

your breath hitched, slightly caught off guard. but you nodded slowly as you gently replied, “of course.”

you went back to drawing on the paper, sometimes pausing to think of an idea or to vigorously erase a mistake.

meanwhile, younghoon placed his cheek on the palm of his hand, resting his elbow on the table. he turned to you, smiling as he watched your focused face. your cheeks were slightly puffed out in concentration and your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you continued to doodle and doodle.

his eyes trailed over your side profile, from your eyelashes, to the slope of your nose, and to your lips. he felt his heart speed up at the simple sight of you, his eyes sparkling.

you suddenly could feel his eyes on you.

“shouldn’t you be watching the paper?” you turned to him, confused. “not me.”

“why?” he shifted so that he was even closer to you. you gulped. “can’t i admire this piece of art right in front of me?”

you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing, rendered speechless. you hurriedly turned away from him, trying to hide your face. 

he chuckled, “are you shy?” he pinched your cheek softly.

“shut up,” you mumbled, your face hot.

“alright, alright,” he replied, laughing.

then, without a thought, you began to draw two birds, one blue and one yellow. and the thing is, their beaks were connected.

he peered at the new drawing, widening his eyes.

“are they kissi-”

“this is us,” you blurted out. you slapped your hand over your mouth. 

it was silent, younghoon not saying a word. you started to feel nervous until he finally spoke.

“no it’s not?”

you paused, your heart-stopping.

“oh,” you muttered, a sad tone to your voice. that wasn’t what you had expected.

he smiled, unable to keep it in anymore.

“...at least not yet.”

and you felt a warm hand on your waist. you squeaked as you felt him bring you closer to him and against his lips. butterflies erupted in your stomach as you dropped the pencil to cup his cheeks. you could feel him smile brightly against your lips, causing you to pull away with a giggle.

he pointed at the drawing, “now, it’s us.”

“mhm,” you said, unable to come up with an answer.

“so anything you draw comes true, right?

you laughed, finding his question oddly cute.

“yes,” you replied. “ i guess so.”

“can you draw something for me?” he eyed you mischievously, his eyebrow slightly quirked up. almost immediately you could tell something was up.

“what exactly are you imagining, hoonie?” you stared up at him suspiciously.

and then he leaned in and whispered it into your ear.

slowly, you felt your cheeks grow hot all over again. you pushed him away, even throwing the paper at him.

“i am not drawing that!”

“aw but-”

"no!"