Café | Danny X Female Reader | Short

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As you walked out of your office, you crept up behind Danny and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was flustered, grabbing his cheek in shock as his face turn a bright pink.

It's been 5 months. New reporters and bloggers still surround your building with questions about the break up. Rachel has been bothering and getting a hold of you, but you wouldn't allow it.

Eric has been bothering you which was very suspicious, but you brushed it aside.

You and Danny have been more closer. You just found out he doesn't like avocados.

"We're at work, Y/n! Don't be so risky." He whispered-yelled.

Even though you have gotten closer, y'all are not in a relationship. You think you are too mentally unstable and too many problems in your life, you don't want to put that on your lover.

"I like being risky." You said, seductively. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and bit his earlobe.

As open as you are with him, it's still difficult for you to show emotions; especially sad ones.

"Y/n, stop, we can do this when we get home."

"But I want to do it now. Nobody's looking, just give me a kiss." You whispered in his ear, giving Danny chills down his spine.

He sighed and turned to give you a small peck on your lips, making you grin. "Thanks, babe."

"Now go, you have a meeting." Danny said, trying to shoo you away.

"Ugh, fine, but I want more than a kiss when I get back to the office." You said, giving him a wink. You walked away, leaving Danny blushing crazily.

"I fucking hate you..." He mumbled sarcastically, covering his face with his hands.

But you love him. You love him a lot. You'll do anything for that man, if it means losing everything; you'll do it. For him.

"You know, you're cute when you whimper." You giggled.

"Can you stop mentioning that? We could've been caught." He said, playfully hitting your arm.

"I like getting caught." You winked as he unlocked his door to his house. You walked in, twirled as you plopped on his couch. "You know, the first time I met you, I was nervous."

"You? Nervous?" Danny chuckled, taking off his shoes and coat. "The great Y/n gets nervous?"

"Yes, asshat. All the time."

"You didn't look nervous."

"Because I'm really good at hiding my feelings." You said, sticking out your tongue. He shook his head, walking over to you as he rolled up his sleeves.

"Have you talked to Mingi? Isn't he your therapist?" He said, leaning behind the couch to look at your laying figure.

"Yeah but since I know him personally, I have to get a new one." You said, crossing your arms.

"Well, when are you going to do that?" Danny asked.

"Probably never."

"Never?"

"I don't need one anymore." You said, sitting up from your seat.

"Whatever you say, darling." He said, putting his hands up in defeat. Danny walked around the couch and grabbed your ankles as he sat down.

"What are you doing?"

Danny start to undo your heels. "You need to start taking off your shoes when you come inside, it leaves tracks everywhere."