Reader x Saeran - Take

Reader x Saeran - Take


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^{Idk its midnight}




You sit patiently on the couch, flipping through the channels and hoping you find something entertaining enough to watch while you wait for your boyfriend. Saeran wasn’t supposed to be this late. When he left the apartment a few hours ago, he said he would be back within thirty minutes.

         The sun had long gone to sleep and so had everyone in the city. When you tried to text him two hours ago, you heard his phone buzz and quickly found the device abandoned on your shared bed.

         Five minutes in to some reality TV show, you hear the door open and footsteps walking inside. Closing your eyes, you attempt to make it appear as if you are sleeping. Serves Saeran right for not telling you his outing would take so long.

         “(F/n)?” he whispers, crouching down next to you. Something rustles in his hands. “Hey… I’m late… I know… and I know you’re not sleeping.”

         You open your eyes and glare at him. “Where were you?!” you demand. “I was so worried and you didn’t have your phone with you.”

         “Doesn’t matter… you shouldn’t have worried about me though.” His gaze falls to the bouquet of flowers in his hands. Standing up suddenly, he pulls the mask he wore as a scarf over his face; a defensive technique he’s come to use whenever he finds himself blushing and does not want you to see. “Just take it.”

         With a gentle smile, you accept the gift and giggle softly. “I’ll take something else, instead,” you say, voice low and suggestive. You stand up from your spot and saunter over to Saeran’s side.

         The crimson on his cheeks spreads to the tips of his ears and his eyes dart nervously back and forth between you and the ground.

         "I’ll just take you,” you continue, pressing your lips to his. “In the bedroom,” you finish.

         Saeran gulps, but he complies completely as you drag him to the bedroom in a rush.