TXT- Fairy of shampoo Beomgyu x reader

"Why do you want a partner so bad? Did you watch one too many romantic dramas? Did you hear some really poetic love songs? Do you lay in bed at night and wish you had someone to hold you?"/B

"Do you not?"/Yn

"What?"/B

"That last one. Do you not?" /Yn
Yn's serious, waiting for an answer. Beomgyu had been joking when he said that; he wasn't expecting to stumble upon the real root of the problem, pester Yn into admitting it.

"Well..." Beomgyu figures he should tread carefully. "Maybe not personally, no."

"It's weird, isn't it?" Yn asks.

Weird isn't the right word for it. Unexpected, sure, but not weird.

"No? You're not weird for wanting someone to hold you Yn. Lots of people want that."

"It's... It's not just that."
Half of her face is pressed to the pillow, and damp hair covers much of the rest of it. She looks so small, like she's trying to hide. Beomgyu... Beomgyu wants to hold him, maybe.

"So you want to feel loved, what's wrong with that?" Beomgyu asks, seriously. He slips off his bed and crosses the distance to stand right in front of Yn. Yn is closer to the middle of the bed than either of the ends, but there's enough space for Beomgyu to slip in behind her, to just lay there, not quite touching her.

"Yn-ah," he murmurs. Yn doesn't move. "Ynnn," Beomgyu tries again. "Can I hold you?"

Without giving a response, Yn just shuffles backward and reaches behind her until she finds Beomgyu's arm, begrudgingly pulling it around her. Beomgyu smiles and slides closer, adjusting until he finds the way they fit together, chest to Yn's back, one of his thighs held hostage between Yn's knees, face tucked close to Yn's neck.He's warm, body heat building up in all the places where they touch

."You know you could have asked any one of your friends for this and none of them would bat an eye," Beomgyu says. He has to speak softly now that they're so close. "Friends cuddle all the time why didn't you just say something?"