US: Kim Yugyeom X Reader [DISCONTINUED]

2 | First 'I Love You' ~ 20.01.16

I walk faster as the icy wind of London blows against my face.

"Babo. You should have worn more clothes!" I say to myself.

Wearing only a tight fitted long sleeved black dress and a leather jacket with black heeled lace up boots, I quickly make my way to Yuna's party in the dead of winter.

I don't like to use the word 'best friend' but if I did, then that's Yuna.

Yuna was always having random parties. On a Monday, on a Thursday, on a Tuesday. Basically, whenever she felt like having one.

I'm not much of a party person. Yes, I would go and also dress up for them but I would either be trying to stop Yuna from drinking too much, and failing, or be sitting in the corner with Yugyeom.

Yugyeom and I have been going out for almost a year but I've known him since I was little. We met when my family and I went to Korea to visit my mother's hometown called Namyangju in 2009. My friends over there introduced me to him and we became friends fairly quickly. I spent the rest of my visit there with him since I'm more comfortable around older people than people my age. I never knew why...

Then one day I heard that he was moving to study in London with his hyungs. While most of his hyungs went to college or start working, I showed him my school since he was the youngest. He spent most of his time with me as I was the only one he knew so it was bound to happen...

While Yugyeom is now in his 2nd year of college, studying music, I'm still in year 10 of secondary school. He's 3 years older than me making him 18 and me 15 as of last month. Even though we got a lot of hate for it, neither of us cared. We never understood why...it's only 3 years. He's meant to be in college for 2 years, but he's going to be there much longer since he failed his 1st year and is now retaking it this year. Knowing how talented he is, I still don't get how he failed.

Once I get to Yuna's, I go straight to Yugyeom who is already there since Yuna is too busy dancing her heart out. And no she can't dance. But who cares.

"Gyeom ah!" I shout to get his attention. He's always allowed me to talk to him casually but still forces me to call him oppa sometimes. I pretend to hate it but of course...I secretly love it.

He looks over to who called his name and widely opens his arms but carries on talking to his hyung. Once I reach him, I bury my face in his chest, neither of us caring about my makeup smudging or it going all over his white shirt.

We both stay there for a moment as he finishes his conversation. Even though I'm unimaginably small and he's super tall, surprisingly, we don't look weird together. Just really cute.

"Hi Jinyoung," I say muffled in Yugyeom's chest. He responds by ruffling the top of my head, messing my hair up a little.

I turn around and glare at him.

"Yah!" I shout while punching his arm.

"Yahhh!" He laughs and shouts back while rubbing his sore arm.

Out of all of Yugyeom's friends, I'm closest to Jinyoung since our personalities are similar. On the outside we look quite cold and serious but on the inside we're warm and caring.

Both Yugyeom and I were exhausted from the long day we had at college and school. So instead of going to our usual corner to talk, we go to one of the many spare rooms in Yuna's house.

We both crash onto the bed, laying next to each other - my head leaning on his chest as I draw circles on it and wrap my arms around him. With one arm behind me, he plays with my hair and runs his fingers along my arms with the other. We talk softly for hours about our day and other little random things. Because both of us are so tired, eventually we just close our eyes - taking in the silence.

Neither of us sleep. We just enjoy the presence of each other, cuddling each other, listening to each other's heart beats and breathing.

"Gyeom ah..."

"Mmm..."

"..."

"...saranghae..."

Slowly, he turns towards me. I turn to lay on my back as he puts his forehead against the side of my head, wrapping both arms around my body. I play with his hair and I lightly stroke his arms.

He moves his head to the crook of my neck as his breath tickles my collarbone. With our eyes still closed, he softly whispers -

"Jia-ya..."

"Mmm..."

"..."

"Nado saranghae (I love you too)..."