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“Stop rejecting everything chivalrous.”

seungcheol x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I just thought it would be cute to write a drabble where seungcheol is just really really soft and in love with his partner, so that’s all this is. Not much plot, they’re just smitten. (and idk how good this is :/ be kind lol) I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

You met Seungcheol in the winter. Your first date consisted of drinking hot coffees and walking around a park after a fresh snowfall. With your glove-covered hands intertwined amid your nervous and infatuated giggles, the date was so perfect, he was so perfect, that it almost felt too good to be true.

Then came the third date, when he took you to a movie. Simple and classic. The second time your fingers brushed each other’s as you reached into the popcorn bucket, you sighed before leaning toward him. As your lips neared his ear, you noticed the way his breath hitched. “If you want to hold my hand, just say so, Cheol,” you whispered to him, and when he turned to face you, you flashed a teasing smile at him. Seungcheol scoffed at you, beaming from ear to ear as he decidedly interlocked his fingers with yours. When you whispered, “finally,” to yourself, a content grin on your face, and Seungcheol giggled in response, you realized you were wrong before. Some things can be perfect without being too good to be true, and Seungcheol was one of those.

After the movie, neither of you wanted to go home quite yet. As you sat in the passenger seat of his car while he drove aimlessly around the city streets, buying time, the windows surrounding you fogged up as the defrost worked overtime to keep the windshield clear. He was intent on stretching out the night for as long as he could, and you were grateful for it. With every streetlight he drove under, he snuck glances at you, not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch glimpses of your features. And every time, you caught him, but he never stopped looking.

In the spring, you and Seungcheol were still smitten with each other. Pulling up to the convenience store, Seungcheol stared at you questioningly for a moment.

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🌼 picnic - choi vernon (500 follower special) 🌼

ask: 'for your 500 follower event, could i get a fluff drabble with husband!vernon about going on a surprise picnic with fem wife? Ty ty also congrats :)) you deserve it~' - @hanzzzol

genre: lots of fluff! + husband!vernon au

content warnings: none that i know of!

wc: 1k (a drabble, yeah)

a/n: thank you for both the request and the kind words my lovely! this was such a cute idea and i hope i did it justice 💞 feedback is of course always appreciated, and the 500 follower event can be found here :)

The world seemed to still as your eyes met, both of you staring at one another like a deer caught in headlights. Vernon blinked first, rapidly, swallowing hard.

“What are you doing home?” You broke the heavy silence with furrowed brows, finally shaking your shock and frankly just happy you weren’t in the middle of a home invasion. He looked down at the lamp you were grasping in your hands and burst into laughter, the reality of the situation setting in.

“Did you bring that to attack me with?” He choked out around giggles, causing your face to heat up as you set the porcelain base on the countertop.

“I brought it to attack whomever was robbing my home, actually,” you scoffed in response, padding over to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his chest. His sweater was soft against your cheek, and even though it smelled of the detergent you always used, he smelled like home. “I thought you left for work?” He raised a hand to pet your hair, smiling fondly as your words were muffled by his clothes.

“We have the day off today, I just wanted to surprise you,” he murmured into your hair as he pressed a kiss into it. “I went to the store, look!” You reluctantly pried your face away to look at the kitchen countertop before you, wondering how you hadn’t seen the assortment of finger foods when you’d initially walked in. Sandwiches were in the process of being cut up into cute triangles and various fruits were packed into tupperware containers, fresh pastries nestled in greaseproof paper beside them. He started towards the living room, begrudgingly removing your arms from his sides. He felt like every part of you was made for him, as you fit together so perfectly, like you were a puzzle piece he’d been missing. He adored your warmth and your scent, the way you nuzzled into him at any given opportunity, the way he could feel you smile against him even when he couldn’t see your face.

Your hand fit snugly in his as he led you through the doorway, gesturing proudly to the sofa. Sat atop the cushions was a wicker basket, delicately weaved, large and spacious with white ribbons adorning the handles and circling the middle. You gasped at how pretty it was before it hit you; you’d mentioned in passing that you’d never been on a picnic before a few weeks ago when Vernon had chosen Emma for your weekly film night, but you hadn’t put much thought into it.

“You remembered that?” You smiled softly, touched by the gesture, and he nodded with a grin.

“I might forget my own birthday sometimes, but I never forget anything you tell me,” he chuckled as you pulled him in for a chaste kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered, to which he kissed you briefly again.

“Anything for you, wifey,” he cooed, chortling when you exaggeratedly pretended to gag. “I’ll finish the food, get ready to head out.”

The breeze was soft, tousling your hair and tickling your skin as you laughed heartily with your husband. The sky was azure and entirely clear, deep blue fading to a silvery pale hue on the horizon, and the trees rustled gently as if conversing with one another. Magpies sat among the leaves, calling out and singing, but the sound was drowned out by shrieking children playing nearby. The food was delicious, moreso in your opinion because you were enjoying it with your favourite person in your favourite park. You pointed every dog you saw out to him with an excitement he was always quick to mirror, and earned kisses all over your face as a result, him squealing about how you were irresistibly cute.

Eventually, you let your head fall into Vernon’s lap as you giggled at another one of his silly jokes, not missing the way his face softened when he looked down at you. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and let his hand rest warmly on your cheek, both of you falling suddenly quiet as you simply observed one another.

“You’re so pretty,” he hummed after a moment, eyes scanning over your face tenderly.

“You see my face like, every day,” you chuckled, trying to wave off his compliment in spite of the knowledge he could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “Even when you’re on tour, I’m literally your phone wallpaper,” you picked his phone up from the gingham blanket and showed him the screen as if he were somehow unaware, making him scoff.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still absolutely angelic,” he said, pressing his lips into a thin line as he took his phone back and with it, your focus. “If anything I find you even prettier with every day that we’re married.” You pouted at his words, inexplicably shy, which caused him to grin fondly. “You’re adorable, too,” he laughed, reaching for the pot of strawberries he’d been eating before you’d distracted him and holding one to your lips. You took a small bite and hummed, feeling entirely peaceful, as he put the rest of the fruit in his mouth and sighed contentedly through his nose. He leaned back on one arm, using it to hold his weight while the other stroked your hair, occasionally removing it again to feed you another strawberry, his mouth turning up every time you whined at the loss of touch. You watched the children in the playground before casting your eyes back to your husband’s annoyingly perfect, chiselled face, finding him surveying them as well.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked quietly, almost inaudibly, to which he shook his head.

“I think that’s a discussion for another time,” he replied wistfully, to which you nodded, snuggling further into his lap. “We should definitely make a routine of this, whenever we have the time,” you closed your eyes and hummed in agreement.

“I just enjoy spending my time with you, no matter what we do.”

it’s yours - haechan imagine

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[20:58] – huang renjun

you were sitting in his lap, with your head hidden in the crook of his neck and bodies merged. He was wearing a cream coloured sweater, your sweater.

moments before sleep had threatened to take over you, he lifted your head from his neck. The almost drunk-like you thought he was about to kiss you, so you leaned into a soft, sleepy kiss, but he firmly pulled away and took off the soft woolen sweater and gave it to you.

"it doesn't smell like you anymore", he informs you and points at the sweater you are wearing now.

"give this one to me, and I'll return you the one I'm wearing" he said with curious eyes and a question-like tone.

You quickly took off your sweater too, with the help of renjun when you had problems with the neck-hole of it. He cutely laughed at your tired expression. After you successfully take it off, he puts the new one on you, and your previous one on himself.

"it smells like you now" you said while lifting the shirt to your nose.

"and this one smells like you", he playfully said with a big grin on his face.

He places his hand at the nape of your neck and gently settles your head in his neck again, lulling you back to sleep.

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( 10:16PM ) "how will you remember me if you lost your memories?"

nakamoto yuta looks up at you from the pages of his book, a questioning brow quirked at your sudden question.

"like if i got amnesia because of an accident?" he asks for clarification.

you nod and watch as he sits up till you're sitting side by side, his arm slung around your shoulders. you lean your head against his shoulder, staring up at his thoughtful expression curiously.

"well," he begins, trying to formulate a reasonable response as he sets down the book he had been reading, "since you're my partner, i would assume that you would be by my side when i wake up at the hospital. when you realise that i don't remember, you would tell me what we are to each other."

"but what if i didn't tell you that we were together?

yuta's brows furrow in confusion, a frown tugging at his lips, "why wouldn't you tell me?"

"hypothetically," you shrug, "if that were to happen, how would you remember?”

"that i love you?"

"mhm," you nod.

"well, that's easy," yuta says with the type of nonchalance that only comes from a person who's absolutely sure of their answer, "i can't help it.”

well this hit home

i leave tonight

SUMMARY It’s just you and your soju under the night sky. Oh, and your ex that you haven’t moved on from.

PAIRING lee haechan x gender neutral! reader

GENRE exes au, angst, fluff?

WORD COUNT 1.9k

WARNINGS mentions of drinking, not proofread, my rusty writing

AUTHOR’S NOTE a little something i wrote to get rid of my creative block, some of it’s inspired by frank ocean’s self control. hope you all enjoy! <3

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☆ camellia ☆

♩: camellia - slchld

pairings: haechan x gn!reader. genres: springtime fluff. warnings: casual profanity. synopsis: you're the prettiest flower earth has ever witnessed.

haechan calls you many things. baby. bestie. angel. stink bug. my love. stupid ass. bro. haechan also likes to get you flowers when you least expect flowers because—he tells you—when he’s with you, it’s like spring never left.

when haechan gets you flowers, it’s never a small bundle of five roses picked up from the supermarket or a standard arrangement from an outdated catalogue of an online store. it’s peonies; soft pink buds opening to cream. black pearl lisianthus for date nights and fragrant tuberoses on days when the night feels a little colder than usual. haechan never forgets to let you know that you are loved, treasured. so he sends you peach tulips—sixty-nine of them (you counted and have confronted him about the specific number). sometimes, he leaves a bundle of spring-kissed ranunculuses in your locker and an undercooked cupcake—homemade, you presume. sometimes, he gifts you a single white daisy which he stealthily nicks from his vengeful neighbour’s backyard. he’s done it thrice and has never been caught. 

on one morning in early june, you woke up to blushing spring at your doorsteps; a huge bed of hot pink camellias on a low, round glass vase. that week, your entire living room smelled like spring. 

haechan will probably never tell you this, not because he’s got a lion’s pride, he’s just—get this—shy. when he sat across you in a booth of a rundown diner on the side of a forest highway during a late night drive home from his lacrosse game, and when he watched as you took a large bite of the cheeseburger, smiling, mouth full, at how good the sauce was, haechan knew he wanted you. to be with you. to watch you eat cheeseburgers for the rest of his life.

he wished diners didn’t have to close.

that night, haechan thought about writing you a poem. something short with a bit of edge like dickinson. or perhaps a haiku. but he barely passed literature and rhymes were the least of concerns right now. then he thought of flowers. his form of poetic expression. a sixth love language you never knew existed.

haechan calls you many things. but you love it most when he calls you his camellia. for as long as spring still sings and the sun still shines, you’ll always be his most precious camellia.

© luvm4rk 2022. all rights reserved.

you’re not “too broken” to be loved!!!! it’s never too late to give love and to receive it, to find people you connect with. some crappy humans may have made you feel like your heart is too heavy for anyone to hold, but you’re flawed and scared and worthy just like everybody else. you don’t have to run away from the love you deserve.

〔 𝟎𝟗:𝟐𝟔𝐩𝐦 〕 “am i really your boyfriend, y/n?”

the question is so out-of-the-blue, you nearly drop the freshly carven watermelon from your hands and into the kitchen sink. “if your name is ‘mark lee’ and you were born on august 2nd, 1999 in toronto, then yes. you really are my boyfriend,” you say from over your shoulder. “why? do you not want to be?”

“that’s not it,” he sighs, propping himself on an elbow as he stretches across the couch. “it’s just kinda hard to remember that i’m your boyfriend when you have six other guys flirting with you all the time.”

you chuckle to yourself. “since when have the dreamies been flirting with me?”

he immediately sits up and points at you. “so you’re admitting that they do!”

“that’s not what i meant, baby.” you quickly gather the fruit into a container and bring it to the living room, offering a fork to your boyfriend before sitting down beside him. “what ‘six other guys’ would you be talking about, other than them?”

“true…” he murmurs, stabbing at an innocent cube of watermelon and shoveling it in his mouth. you half-expect him to squirm in satisfaction, but he doesn’t. instead, he exhales an exasperated sigh and tosses the fork onto the coffee table. “ahhhh, i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know.“

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You can change what you value about yourself. Your values and your perception of your best qualities can and will shift with your experiences.

You don't have to be defined by what you liked about yourself before. What do you like about yourself now? What do you want to be your most prominent characteristic now?

20:24 // ❥ new alert! // mark, the sweetest boy alive

“look, i told you,” jeno says, shoving his phone in your face as he points aggressively at the picture he had taken a few hours ago. “there are eighteen of them, look!” he repeats, finger shifting about the screen in an attempt to point out all eighteen statues he was referring to.

“you missed four out,” you sigh, putting your chopsticks down. “i think i got a picture,” you mumble, entering your gallery, scrolling through the photos in search of the one that would prove jeno wrong. he inhales another spoonful of rice, commenting, “you can’t find it, right? because it doesn’t exist?”

you roll your eyes, trying your best to recall when it was that you had taken the photo. you jump in excitement when it hits you - you had taken it on your boyfriend’s phone.

“babe?” you call out, reaching out for mark’s phone and unlocking it swiftly. “is it okay if i scroll through your gallery? i need to find the photo of the statues we took last fall,” you continue, peeping over at mark who was still busy doing the dishes.

“sure,” he replies, giving you the green light. you enter his gallery, scrolling in a hurry, deadset on proving jeno wrong.

jeno waits for a few moments, but instead of a retort, he notices your halted thumb, and your quirked brow. he doesn’t want to intrude mark’s privacy, so instead of just looking over at whatever that is on the screen that has caught your attention, he asks, “what’s wrong?”

in your hurry, you had accidentally scrolled way past last fall. instead, you have entered (probably) summer of two years ago. you manage to tear your eyes away from the screen, shifting your gaze to return jeno’s, with, “what are these?”

you turn the screen to face jeno. he takes a glance, before stuffing down another spoonful of rice, with a nonchalant, “mark’s aglio olio.”

you already knew that. mark’s aglio olio. mark’s signature aglio olio that you have engraved in the deep depths of your heart. it was the first dish he made for you, seven months into your relationship after the one time you had casually remarked that it’s sweet to be surprised with a homecooked meal. you’d never even imagined mark would surprise you with one, given the known fact that he isn’t the most talented in the kitchen.

but he proved you wrong.

the real question is, why are there more than twenty pictures of the same aglio olio that you had only had once?

“why are there so many pictures of it? with so many different plating styles?” you question, clicking into the first photo, then swiping left to look through the rest of them. looking through the pictures this way makes it look like they’re a bunch of progression photos. as though every new picture, was an improved dish or plating style from the last.

“oh,” renjun exclaims, taking a sip of water. “we ate that for a whole month,” he states, faking a shiver. “yeah, we swore off italian for the longest time after that,” jeno adds on, making a disgusted face.

you can’t help the smile that brightens your features when the realisation dawns upon you.

mark had been practising to make sure it was the perfect aglio olio.

you get up, making your way to the kitchen. as you approach the familiar back view of your boyfriend, your smile only tugs wider. you snake your arms around his waist, pulling him close as you rest your cheek against his shoulder blade.

you can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks gently with, “why? bored of the guys?”

you take in his scent, shaking your head. “no, i just wanted to tell you i love you,” you gush, pressing your lips against his shoulder.

he turns off the tap, wipes his hands down with a dry towel, then turns around and rests his arms around your waist. “suddenly?” he says, raising a brow.

“i love you,” you repeat, your heart oozing with nothing but love and affection for the boy in front of you.

“i love you too,” he reciprocates, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

softies

━━━━━━ je t'aime , lee donghyuck

synopsis: donghyuck tells you how much he loves you. (spoiler alert! he loves you a lot.)

fluff , lee donghyuck x gn!reader , 662 words

heads up: grammatical and structural errors, not proof read bc i'm weak, cringe-worthy fluff lolz, lowercase and smaller text intended!

lee donghyuck has many habits, emphasis on the word many.

to his need to hug the pillow he's holding, to the little shake his head gives when he's eating. you've grown to love these things about him, all these tiny habits are made up of him. how could you not love it?

and as you find yourself at you and your boyfriend's beloved café, there he sits across from you, talking your ear off about how hectic his schedule was yesterday. not that you mind though, you love to listen to his voice as he babbles.

continuing to nod along with his story telling, you feel his hand slip out of yours as he places it on the table. it wasn't the first time he'd done that though, in actuality, he's done it ever since you started dating.

at first, you took it to heart, almost afraid you'd done something wrong to the brunette boy but once you'd actually looked at his hand, you found him scribbling what he was verbally saying. safe to say that you found it too cute to be upset over.

you take a glance at his pointer finger on the wooden table, listening and watching what he wrote as he continues speaking.

"practice was so tiring, we had to run the same three, eight counts like a bajillion times because of mark hyung-" he suddenly cuts off what he's saying, his scribbling following suit as his pointer finger stays stationary. "are you okay, sweetheart?"

eyes snapping back to his, you softly smile at him, "yeah, keep going," you respond with a not-so-convincing tone according to hyuck. he tilts his head towards you, eyes narrowing at you as if attempting to read your mind.

"what's wrong?" he asks you, head still tilted. all you do is smile at him, "did you know that you like to write what you're saying when you talk?" you ask him with a giggle bubbling in your throat, mirroring his actions as you tilt your head.

he raises an eyebrow, looking down at his finger on the table before laughing along with you. he maneuvers your hand to have it facing palm up before placing his pointer finger on top.

donghyuck continues talking, the feather-light feeling of his finger spelling out what he was saying. you squirm at the ticklish feeling before allowing him to continue.

he stops talking abruptly but his writing doesn't let up as he spells something out. "do y'know what i said?" he asks, eyes glancing up at you.

shrugging, he rolls his eyes dramatically before trying again, slower this time. "why don't you try saying what i'm writing?" he asks with a quirked brow, you nod before closing your eyes.

he writes slowly, "i," you say softly. he hums in approval before continuing, "love," you say with a giggle.

donghyuck watches your brows furrow in concentration, his lips twitching into a smile that's full of adoration as he watches the cogs turning in your brain as he softly draws on your palm.

writing out the last word, you sigh, a shy smile gracing your face, "you," you finish before opening your eyes.

"thanks for that. what an ego boost!" you joke, watching as his face falls into one of false annoyance. intertwining your hands before place a soft kiss to the back of yours.

"oh, shut up! you're so annoying," he says with a groan. "yeah, but you love me!" you say as if it were a fact, which it was. "that, i do." he says with no hesitation.

no words needed to be exchanged as you watch one another in silence. the love in his eyes tell you everything you need to know, and more.

pure silence engulfed the pair, donghyuck's thumb softly rubs circles onto your hand before he speaks up, "i love you, y/n." he repeats.

you can't help but let a smile break out onto your face before responding, "i love you too, hyuk."

☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა nct dream taglist! @beepjeongie ... @h4chi ... @riqomi ... @enhacolor ... @wonluvrbot ... @rutowonz ... @setakdongies ... @byeongsung ... @dancinginthetaillight

⋆˙🗒 ⊹ jaydi's notes: corny... CORNYYYYYT IM SICKSKDKDK idk what this is tbh i just saw a tiktok of hyuck's habits n just had to write it bc i'm a WIMP ayo tho, first nct dream work lolz can't believe it took this long to write for them, let alone my whole ult bias n shiii LMAOOO

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LIGHT OF MY DARK WORLD.

boyfriend!mark | fluff | boyfriend au | cw: fears of the dark & thunder

note ; there's a reference to 'nothing' by bruno major in this, but it's actually based on the lyrics of 'lights' by got7's yugyeom , aka soty!!!! the lyrics make me cry LOL so i had to write this <3

taglist ; @soobin-chois (lmk in comments, asks, or dms if you’d like to be added to my taglist! ^^)

Thanks to a sudden blackout that was unexpected but not unwelcomed, your apartment was completely pitch black.

Which probably explains why it's taking Mark such a long time to get to your shared bedroom.

"Markie? Hurry up, I'm waiting!" you called out impatiently, fingers tapping against the top of your battery-run radio.

You head your boyfriend huff loudly, stumbling over something and almost tripping.

"I hope you know that it's very difficult to walk through the dark without glasses and bad eyesight." he complains.

"Can't relate," you tease as you finally hear him enter the room and walk up to you. "I didn't stay up secretly reading Harry Potter under the blankets as a child."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." he deadpans, chuckling.

Reciprocating his laugh, you peck his cheek before running your fingers over the front of your radio, each button and its function long burned into your memory out of familiarity.

"I'll play a Bruno Major CD, is that okay?" you asked, fiddling with the radio as you tried to load the disk.

Mark offers a hum in response, arms wrapping around your waist from the back as he rests his head on your shoulder. He's squinting as he tries to figure out what you were doing through his blurry vision.

"You know, you sound really excited to dance in the dark for someone who's usually scared of it." Mark notes, recalling how you would get really quiet and clingy in the dark.

"Oh, I'm not scared of the dark anymore," you laughed airily, dismissing his note with a wave of your hand. The other one hits the 'Play' button on the radio.

Almost immediately, 'Nothing' starts to play, scratchy intro of the heart-swelling song filling up your dark apartment.

"Really? That's not what you were saying last week during the thunderstorm though." he teases.

"That was different." you retort, scoffing. "Thunder was involved, and I'm still scared of that."

Mark can only laugh at how adorably stubborn you are when it comes to admitting your fears, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

The feeling of his soft lips against your skin makes you smile, melting into Mark's embrace.

And you wonder if he knows that he's the reason you weren't scared of the dark anymore, and you were sure that you'd get over your fear of thunder soon with him around.

The tight hugs in bed while he rubbed your back and reminded you that there was nothing to be scared of, the warmth of his hands in yours as he pressed small kisses to your knuckles and whispered funny stories to distract you, everything.

Little by little, Mark had totally transformed your fear of the dark into nothing but trust, calmness, and an endless love to be with him all night.

He colored you warm - even your surroundings - and you no longer were the frail, gray canvas you were, brave yellows and peaceful blues replacing them instead.

"And besides," you whisper, wrapping your arms around Mark's waist.

"You're the light of my dark world, so even when the night comes, I'm not afraid."

© neolovesneo, 2022.

this made me cry LORD ITS 1 AM

February 1st - j. jaehyun

not my gif

a retired idol, dad! jaehyun blurb, brought to you by my self-indulgent wattpad drafts :P

fluff :))

Everything started back on February 1st, my first day back at work in a while. I had taken some time off to go back home to take care of my mom- but now, I’m back, going back to work.

I was sitting, reading my book when my phone buzzed. I searched through my purse, fishing it out from the bottom of the bag. The screen flashed a familiar name with a message underneath it.

Hwang Chaerin

Hey babe

y/n

Chae, what’s up

Hwang Chaerin

Jaem is testing me on kpop

For some reason??

y/n

LMAO OKAY AND?

Hwang Chaerin

Well bc u were into it, and I wasn’t

Can you help me with this one?

y/n

What is it, like a picture?

Hwang Chaerin

Exactly that

I’m sending it

Hwang Chaerin attached a photo

Would you like to view it?

Yes | No

Yes | No

I opened the picture and zoomed in to check the persons face, earning a giggle that came from the left.

“Daddy look, it’s you.” A small, child-like voice, said from the same side of the giggle. A soft, yet deep voice came from the man beside me.

“Oh, I look so young there,” he gasped. “But it’s rude to look at other people’s phones.”

“Sorry Miss.” A small, very tiny hand poked at my knee.

I looked up to see a small little girl, being held by a man, her father, I'm guessing.

“It’s no problem.” I smiled at the child. I turned back to face in front of me, my brain took an extra few seconds to register what had just happened. “Oh, you’re…” I pointed at the man. “Oh, that’s cool.” I said slowly, making him laugh. The man from the photo took off his baseball cap, revealing his features.

“Were you a fan?” he tilted his head to the side.

“More of a casual listener.”

“Favourite song?”

“Back to you.”

“Did you have a favourite member?”

I sat deep in thought for a few seconds before responding. “No, not really.” Shaking my head.

“Hmm~” he hummed with a soft smile as the train pulled to a stop, my stop.

Getting up quickly, I turned and bowed slightly.

“Well, it was nice meeting you… sir?” I knit my brows, making the man laugh. “And it was nice meeting you, cutie.” I waved to the little girl, who waved back in excitement.

“BYE!” she hollered as I stepped out of the subway.

Once I got outside of the station, I paused and texted my sister.

y/n

Jeong Jaehyun

I hope my mom heals from the things she doesn’t talk about

to build a home. ljn

8.6k words | lee jeno’s one shot [to build a home]

genre ➛ romance, photographer! au, tooth-rotting fluff, established relantioship! au, domestic! au. 

he was exactly what you longed for: the safety of a pair of arms around you, the scent of freshly baked bread, a feather-like kiss on your forehead, the one breath of devotion in your lungs as his tongue found yours, that same breath that made God himself turn and toss in his bed as you had stolen from him, his most beloved angel.

— disclaimer ➛ This is a work of fiction. I do not own famous character(s) such as idols and my writings are in no way meant to show these people’s real nature and/or offend them in any way. You can not copy or translate my writings without my permission.

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what you allow continues. -> what you tolerate continues. -> what you show interest in is what brings more of that interest into your life. -> to often express an emotion like anger or joy will make people test it, tread its waters, treat you with that emotion in mind, thus making you choose between rejecting or accepting their understanding of you, instead of being neutral on it. -> if you get involved in fights and debate, more fights come to your doorstep. to think solemnly about your existence is to see answers and questions in everything. to participate in anything is to be enmeshed in it, touched back by it. -> to be bothered deeply by something personally repulsive is to touch it back when it tries to hold you, instead of washing your hands. -> you can work against something without allowing it to touch you inside. -> what you allow inside you continues.

the urge to just fully depend on a so. to be helpless, clumsy, weak and needy yet completely adored for it.

to want and be wanted

georges bataille / emily palermo / olivia laing / @chaandajaan / georges bataille / cj hauser / @kvetchkween / @nicholasbraungf / vi khi nao / silas denver melvin

chill

pretty

my heart is…..HXRHXJGSJYFDWACUNFRHOVF

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nct dream x reader (fem!reader in some)

genre: fluff, (attempted) humour, established relationship

warnings: mention of a razor, mentions of food, one sex joke

summary: after spending some time scrolling on tik tok, you came across a cute couple’s prank video and decided to use it on your partner to see his reaction.

word count: 4.8K (400-900 words each)

A/N: heheh hellooooo~ finally decided to write another nct dream fic. hopefully you all like it? lmk what you think 💛💛 and don’t be shy to leave a comment/reblog~ thank you for reading! 🥰

MARK — pretending to shave his eyebrows a little too thin

‘hold still!’

‘dude, i’m trying! it hurts!’ mark let out between laughs, trying to control his squirming limbs after you plucked out a single hair from his eyebrows using your tweezer. you sat still for a bit, pursing your lips to hold back your own chuckles, a mock expression of annoyance plastered across your features as you stared at your boyfriend’s face resting on your lap.

‘you done? can i continue now?’

‘wait wait wait,’ he said before taking a few deep breaths, trying to swallow his giggles. he wasn’t sure why he found the whole situation funny, but he couldn’t help it, looking your annoyed pout. after one last breath, he adjusted his head a little on your lap and closed his eyes. ‘okay. i’m ready—wait,’ he opened his eyes and then closed them again. ‘okay,’ he whispered, but the moment your hand got closer to his forehead, his eyes shot open once more. ‘wait!’

‘what now?’

‘can’t you do something to not make it hurt so much? my eyes are literally watering.’

‘markkk it’s not the first time you’re getting your eyebrows done,’ you whined, feeling a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

‘okay true, but the lady at the salon does it so much bet–’ he stopped himself from completing the sentence, sealing his lips before bursting out in tiny giggles once more. ‘no, i’m sorry you’re doing good,’ he said as he tilted his head backwards to look at your face in an attempt to make sure he didn’t hurt your feelings.

you didn’t respond and he got a little concerned, holding your wrist and shaking it a little. ‘i’m sorryyyyy. don’t be upset.’

you scrunched up your nose, tossing him a playful frown, attempting to hide the mischief cooking up in your head. ‘i’m not upset. but if you don’t want it to hurt, i’m gonna have to use a razor.’

‘my razor?!’ he exclaimed loudly, eyes almost popping out of his socket as he tried to sit up, though you simply pushed his shoulders back down with a small chuckle.

‘no, you idiot. my eyebrow razor. the tiny one,’ you said as you reached over to the side table, rummaging through your makeup bag, pulling out a little purple brow razor. ‘this one.’ mark’s lips rounded a little to form an ‘o’ as he silently nodded in understanding. he relaxed his body once more and closed his eyes.

‘okay go for it.’

you simpered and shook your head. getting to work, you quickly cleaned up the little edges around his shapely brows. in a few seconds, your work was done—though you didn’t care to tell your boyfriend that, having a rather nefarious plot in mind.

trying to control yourself from letting out the impish giggles bubbling up in your throat, you ran the back of the razor lightly across his skin, making it seem as if you were still shaving his brows. the plan was to pretend to shave his eyebrows too thin, and use the “thin eyebrows” filter on him to show him the end result.

knowing your oblivious boyfriend, he wouldn’t even think twice and immediately freak out at the sight.

a few seconds passed, and you brought the blunt side a little lower than anticipated, eliciting a slight frown from mark, though he didn’t say a word. biting your bottom lip to conceal your chuckles, you continued running the plastic lightly across his skin before pushing it down further on his brow once more.

right then, mark cracked open his eyes. ‘don’t you think you’re going a little too far?’

‘what do you mean?’ you feigned innocence. ‘no i’m not.’

‘no but i can feel it, babe. don’t go so low. i don’t want thinner eyebrows.’

‘don’t worry, okay? trust me. i won’t mess them up. i promise.’ your reassurance put mark’s mind at ease and he relaxed against your crossed legs.

once you were done, you unlocked your phone to get the tik tok filter ready. ‘okay, all done. look, they look so good,’ you said as you angled the phone screen to face him.

for a split second mark didn’t seem to notice anything; and then all of a sudden… his jaw dropped. he quickly grabbed the phone from your hand, leaning forward to take a closer look, a look of panic in his eyes.

‘dude… you didn’t! y/n…’ he whined, at a complete loss for words. ‘baby they’re too thin,’ he said in a slightly glum tone, not a single giggle leaving his lips. he tilted his head up to look at you. ‘babe i told you you were shaving them too thin.’

‘but they look good!’ you insisted between swallowed chuckles, trying to keep your composure.

‘they don’t. i’m gonna have to go out like this now…’

you were starting to feel a little bad for your boyfriend, looking at the absolute desolation on his face. he looked upset, and if you were being honest, a little disappointed. not being able to handle seeing him all pouty and defeated any longer, you gave into your laughs while he looked on in confusion.

‘this isn’t funny, y/n!’

‘it is, because it’s a prank.’

‘what do you mean it’s a prank?’

‘go look in the mirror,’ you said between giggles.

mark shot up from the bed and immediately ran to the vanity mirror, staring at his brows intensely, feather-light touches caressing the expanse of them as if touching too harshly would make the little hairs fall off. the moment he realised that his beautiful eyebrows were of the same thickness they usually were, a look of relief washed over his features.

he turned to glare at you as you continued laughing at his reaction, eliciting giggles out of him. he rushed back over to you, tackling you to lie on your back as he hovered over you, his fingers attacking your sides.

‘you find this real funny, huh?’ he asked as he laughed along with you, your body squirming to push him away as you begged him to stop tickling you. complying with your request, he stopped, opting to simply hover over you with an exasperated smile plastered across his face. ‘you almost gave me a heart attack, you know that?’ he asked, caressing your cheek lightly, a fond look in his eyes.

‘i’m sorry,’ you responded, pinching his cheeks. ‘your panicked face is just very cute.’

RENJUN — asking him “when are you going to make things official?” as his fiancée

you walked into the kitchen to see renjun standing by the kitchen counter, his back towards you. slowly padding closer, you carefully snaked your arms around him as to not startle him, and placed a kiss on his cheek.

‘good morning,’ he said sweetly, busy placing tea leaves into the infuser ball in the teapot.

‘morning~ whatchu doing?’

‘what does it look like?’ he asked with a small chuckle and you playfully pressed your chin down on his shoulder. ‘ow!’

‘that’s for the attitude.’

‘you’re the one asking stupid questions.’

and that’s when it hit you. it was a beautiful morning… to annoy your favourite human with stupid questions—just like those couples on tik tok.

‘renjun.’

‘hm?’ he responded, busy pouring boiled water into the teapot to steep the green tea.

‘when are you gonna make things official?’

‘what do you mean?’

‘like between us. when are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend?’ the man in your embrace turned to you with a raised eyebrow, offering you an unimpressed look. ‘what?’ you asked, pretending to not understand why he’d have such a reaction.

‘did you hit your head somewhere?’

you let out a fake gasp and let him go, taking a step back to stare at him in surprise, a hand on your chest. ‘why? what’s so bad about asking you to make me your girlfriend? it’s been years and you never officially asked me.’

without even lifting his gaze from the bread he was buttering, the man deadpanned, ‘y/n i’m your fiancé.’

‘yeah and…?’

‘and you want me to ask you to be my girlfriend—a few months before our wedding?’ he framed his question more like a statement.

‘yes.’

your fiancé rolled his eyes with a small chuckle. ‘babe it’s too early in the morning for this. go bother the cat.’

‘hey!’ you frowned playfully and jabbed the side of his waist, prompting him to jump away with a laugh. in a split second, he grabbed your wrists to stop you from assaulting him with tickles again.

‘what do you want from meeee?’

‘ask me to be your girlfriend,’ you pouted, swinging his arms along with yours.

renjun shook his head with small sigh before breaking into a slight smirk. ‘you are such a clown. but fine,’ he said as he released your wrists to hold both of your hands in his. ‘y/n, my love, my wife to be, will you… be my girlfriend?’ he proposed, his tone laced with sarcasm.

‘hey, lose the attitude.’

he let out a laugh. ‘okay, okay,’ he said as he took a little breath to compose himself. ‘will you be my girlfriend?’ he asked with a soft, almost hushed voice, his gaze even softer.

‘yes!’ you responded with a bright, toothy grin.

he shook his head fondly, admiring you for a moment before leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your lips. ‘i love you, you absolute clown.’

JENO — stepping away every time he comes close

you were lying on your bed, scrolling on your phone when jeno walked in: soaking in sweat, cheeks a little red, his breath slightly laboured from the run back home. he greeted you as he dropped his gym bag by the dresser and quickly padded his way over to you, offering you a hug—one which you refuse immediately.

‘uh uh absolutely not. i just showered. i suggest you do the same,’ you said as you pushed at his chest the moment he got too close. your boyfriend pouted at your rejection but understood. standing straight, he pulled off his tank top from the collar before making his way to the bathroom, dropping the sweaty garment in the laundry basket on the way.

a good 20 minutes later, jeno emerged from the bathroom, dressed in his favourite sweats and t-shirt, the tips of his hair still holding onto little beads of water that fell on his shoulders. after fluffing his hair with a towel once more, he hung the damp cloth on the towel rack before making his way out of the bedroom. he’d heard the sound of pots and pans clanging, a strong aroma of his favourite food filling the air, leading him to the kitchen.

as soon as he spotted you by the stove, he happily made his way towards you to hug you from the back. though right as he got closer… you noticed his presence and stepped to the side. jeno let out a small noise of confusion, tilting his head slight as he watched you stir the pot.

‘baby. i already showered.’

‘mhm i can see that. good for you. hand me the salt, please.’ he furrowed his brows at your monotonous tone, but handed you the salt anyway. ‘thank you.’

your boyfriend stood beside you at a small distance while you seasoned the food. you could feel his gaze on you, and from the corner of your eye, you could see the way his lips pouted just a little as he wondered why you were behaving the way you were. you bit your lip, trying to control your expression from breaking out into a smile, knitting your brows together in apparent concentration, busying yourself with the curry you were cooking.

jeno brushed off his worried thoughts, not knowing what he could’ve done to upset you. he stepped closer once more in an attempt to lean in and rest his chin on your shoulder, but you immediately let go of the wooden spoon in your hand and slid away, walking towards the kitchen sink.

your boyfriend observed you for a second while you pretended to look around, simultaneously trying your best to swallow the giggles building up in your chest. biting his bottom lip, he knit his brows in worry.

‘are you mad?’

‘hm?’

‘are you mad at me?’

‘no. why would you think that?’ you asked as you turned around to face him, feigning ignorance. the man in front of you walked closer once more, but you moved away again, walking over to the cabinet, taking two plates out.

‘because you keep moving away every time i come close.’

‘i don’t know what you’re talking about,’ you brushed him off, trying your best to not break character. part of you definitely felt bad. you could see how worried your boyfriend looked—and while it was entertaining, you knew you had to end the prank soon before you actually hurt his feelings.

jeno took a step towards you, and you took a step back. he took another step forward, and again, you took another step back, a small smile making its way to your lips. ‘see you’re doing it again!’

his exclamation was your final straw, and you burst out laughing, placing the plates in your hand onto the kitchen counter. ‘why are you laughing?’ he asked in a small voice, a pout evident on his face.

with a bright smile, you stretched your arms out, inviting him for a warm embrace. ‘come here.’

‘no. now i’m not going to.’

‘nooooo, i’m sorryyy,’ you dragged on fondly, walking closer and wrapping your arms around his torso, pulling him into you. the man caged in your arms stayed still, not moving an inch; so you shook his body a little, finally eliciting a breathy giggle from his lips as his arms made their way to close around your frame.

‘now you wanna hug me, huh?‘

you smiled and pulled away. ‘it was just a prank. i’m sorry,’ you pouted and leaned in to pepper kisses on his cheek. jeno’s smile deepened, breathy giggles leaving his lips as his eyes disappeared into cute little crescents. he brought his hand up to your cheek, gently massaging his thumb across the expanse of it when he suddenly caught the scent of smoke.

‘is something burning?’

you gasped. ‘the curry!’

HAECHAN — yelling embarrassing things in public

your boyfriend had been playing little pranks on you all morning, irritating the hell out of you.

from hiding behind walls to scare you, to pretending you lost your phone in the cafe when really, he’d sneaked it into his pocket—snickering as you freaked out in the car, and then stopping you right before you opened the car door to rush back to the cafe, waving the phone in front of your face with the most satisfied smile plastered across his devious features. he’d tried every trick in the book.

now you two were walking through the isles in the supermarket, with him pushing the shopping trolley. he made a stop right in front of the cereal isle, eyes scanning over the different brands and flavours. while he was busy picking out cereal, you decided it was the perfect time to exact your revenge. pulling out your phone discreetly, you started filming, wanting to capture his reaction to rewatch later.

the plan was simple: you were just going to say things to make your boyfriend blush, and film his reddening cheeks and embarrassed giggles. if there was one thing you knew about haechan, it was that despite his playful personality, he was a little too easy to fluster.

‘which cereal do you want?’ he broke you out of your thoughts.

‘hm, what?’

‘which cereal do you want to get?’ he repeated himself, eyes trained on the colourful boxes in front of him.

smiling deviously, you looked around to make sure nobody was nearby. the plan was to fluster your boyfriend, not embarrass him in front of strangers who could see his face. after a quick scan of the parameters, you responded with a voice a little too loud for even your own liking.

‘no, i will not have sex with you in the store!’

haechan’s head snapped towards your direction in a millisecond, his face contorted in a mixture of surprise, amusement and horror.

‘what are you doing?’ his whisper-yelled, letting out an incredulous, breathy laugh, his eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets.

you sent a mischievous wink his way, looking around once more. ‘in the cereal section too?! are you out of your mind?’

‘shhh,’ he stepped closer and tried to cover your mouth while controlling his laughter, simultaneously causing you to end the video recording you were making. there was a blush creeping up his neck, settling in his cheeks and ears as he looked around to make sure nobody had at least seen their faces. ‘are you out of your mind? they’re gonna kick us out,’ he whispered as your chest shook with joy. ‘now shut it,’ he said with a small chuckle, removing his hand from your mouth.

‘i could yell again.’

‘that’s it, i’m pretending i don’t know you.’ he turned around and held the handle of the trolley, immediately pushing it in the opposite direction away from you, but you grabbed hold of his hood, tugging it back slightly. haechan let out a slight yelp and turned to you in surprise. ‘you trying to kill me?!’ he whisper-shouted.

‘don’t be so dramatic,’ you quipped between laughs that only got louder.

raising an eyebrow he walked closer until he was merely inches away from you, pretending to stare you down with an intimidating glare. one that barely lasted more than a second before he burst out laughing along with you, shaking his head at your amusement.

‘had your fun?’

you nodded enthusiastically, and he nodded along. ‘got your reaction, too,’ you added with a cheeky smile, waving your phone in his face, making him roll his eyes playfully.

‘i’m glad my misery makes you so happy. you’re lucky there aren’t many people in the store,’ he remarked as he shook his head fondly and kissed your forehead. ‘now come on, seriously. grab a cereal so we can get out of here.’

JAEMIN — telling him you paid $100 for windshield wiper fluid

‘i went to get my car serviced earlier today.’

‘hm, really? that’s great,’ jaemin mumbled absentmindedly in a low voice, focused on editing photos on his computer. you pouted, staring at his back as you sat cross-legged on his bed. you’d been trying to get his attention for a good hour now, but his eyes never seemed to leave the computer screen. deciding you’d had enough, you quickly made up your mind to prank him in an attempt to break his concentration.

‘yeah they were really nice too. they even gave me a discount on the wiper fluid.’

‘hm, that’s nice.’

you glared at the back of your boyfriend’s head for a second, dissatisfied at the lack of attention. ‘yeah they said $100 was a pretty good deal,’ you quipped in a nonchalant voice, unlocking your phone, pretending to read something on the screen.

jaemin turned around abruptly in his desk chair. ‘what?’

‘what?’ you replied, looking up at him in confusion, as if you didn’t understand why he had such a surprised look on his face.

‘what did you just say? $100? for what?’

‘for the wiper fluid. they said they were giving it to me 50% off—that it’s usually a whole lot more expensive.’

your boyfriend let out a dramatic gasp, breathing in deeply as his chest expanded ‘baby. you’re joking, right? this is a joke?’

‘no? why would i be joking?’

‘are you serious?’

‘what? they said changing the fluid was important,’ you shrugged off the panicked look on his face.

‘yeah but not for $100!’ he exclaimed. he looked as if his soul was about to leave his body. ‘who are these people? give me their number,’ he said in an urgent tone as he picked up his phone.

‘wait, why? i thought 50% was a pretty good deal.’

‘babe, it’s literally just a 1-minute job. i could’ve done it for you for free. windshield wiper fluid isn’t even that expensive. it costs $5 max.’

‘they said this one was premium.’

‘wh– what premium?’ he let out an incredulous laugh. ‘there is no premiu– ohmygod i can’t believe they actually thought they could get away with this.’ he looked angry, not with you—but with the people who’d apparently “scammed you”. biting down on your bottom lip, you concealed the smile creeping up on your face.

‘you went to the same place i go to, right?’ he asked and you hummed in agreement. ‘okay, hold on,’ he mumbled while scrolling on his phone, quickly clicking on the contact.

‘wait, no. are you calling them?’ you sat up on your knees, a little panicked. jaemin nodded, an angry crease between his brows as he held the phone up against his ear. ‘hang up!’

‘wh– why?’ he asked right before you heard the faint sound of a “hello?” coming from the phone speaker. you lunged towards him, quickly snatching the phone out of his hand, promptly hanging up. your lips were sealed in a tight line as you looked at your boyfriend, eyes blown wide as if you were a kid that just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

jaemin looked a little confused as he glanced between his phone in your clutches and your surprised, yet relieved expression. ‘this was a prank, wasn’t it?’ he asked, finally catching on.

‘well obviously! do you think i’m that stupid?’

‘i don’t know! i can never tell with you!’ he retorted. you smacked his shoulder lightly and he let out a little laugh.

‘what is that supposed to mean?’

‘nothing. i’m just glad you didn’t actually throw all that money away on wiper fluid,’ he laughed. ‘this was such a pointless prank. what did you get from doing this anyway?’

‘you weren’t giving me any attention,’ you frowned with a small pout.

‘aww,’ jaemin cooed at you between small giggles. ‘you could’ve just said that you wanted attention, angel,’ he drawled out as he pulled you to stand between his legs, his hands on either side of your waist. ‘you don’t have to try and give me a heart attack.’

you crossed your arms and looked away, knitting your brows together. ‘how was i supposed to do that? you weren’t even listening to me before.’

jaemin squeezed your waist slightly, catching your attention, smiling at you with a soft look in his eyes. ‘okay, hold on,’ he whispered before letting go of your waist and backing his chair up a little to turn around halfway. you stepped back, observing his movements as he quickly moved the cursor on the screen to save his progress before closing all the windows and shutting down his computer.

turning to face you once more, he stood up with a bright smile and held your cheeks in his palms.

‘i’m all yours now,’ he whispered right as he leaned in to press a soft kiss against your lips.

CHENLE — giving him your hand to see what he does

chenle was sat on the sofa, eyes glued to the television screen when you walked in and stood next to the armrest. turning to look at you, a gentle smile made its way onto his lips.

‘hi baby.’

you returned his smile and extended your hand, palm facing up. your husband looked at you with a glint of confusion before his gaze travelled to your open palm. slowly, he grabbed your hand and turned it over, leaning in to place a kiss at the back of it. his eyes travelled back to lock with yours, blinking innocently as he tried to gauge your reaction. your expression remained unchanged (save from how your smile had deepened slightly, heart swelling up at how adorable your love looked).

you pulled your hand out of his loose grip, wanting to confuse him further, and turned it the other way around once more. and it worked. if your husband wasn’t perplexed then, he surely was now. he tried to play along with your “guessing game”, grabbing the tv remote, lifting it while raising his eyebrows at you as if asking, “is this what you want?”

when you didn’t respond, he simply placed the remote on your hand, waiting to see how you’d react.

you didn’t.

chenle broke out in small fits of laughter as he took the remote back, placing it beside his thigh. ‘what do you want?’

your lips remained sealed, and your hand extended further. he leaned over to examine your palm for a moment, brows knit in concentration as he tried to look for anything new—anything amiss; though he could not find nothing. he gaze returned to your face and the two of you stared at each other in silence, before a lightbulb seemed to go off above his head. letting out a small sigh, he reached for his wallet, fishing out his credit card and placing it on your palm.

‘happy now? is that what you want?’

closing your fist around the card, you doubled over in laughter. you husband stared at you with a puzzled, yet amused expression. ‘have the screws gone loose in your head? do we need to go to the doctor?’

you shook your head as you tried to control your laughter. ‘i was just playing around to see what you’d do. but thank you for the card~’ you said cheekily before quickly scurrying away, small giggles leaving your lips.

‘hey wait, no!’ he protested but you were already out of sight. ‘fine, buy me something too!’ he called out before shaking his head with a small chuckle, returning his attention back to the tv show he was watching.

JISUNG — calling him by his full name

finally taking a break from shopping, you and jisung decided to sit in a cozy little cafe right outside the mall. well, it was just you in the coffee shop at first—your boyfriend having rushed away after leaving the shopping bags with you, claiming he’d forgotten to buy something important for jeno.

as you sat and waited for jisung to return, you mindlessly scrolled through tik tok, chuckling at a video every now and then. after a few minutes of scrolling, you came across a video of a man pranking his girlfriend by calling her by her full name. the idea felt harmless enough—and after the incredibly exhausting day you’d had… maybe a few laughs were in order.

just as you decided to prank your boyfriend by calling out his full name, the man in question approached the table, taking a seat opposite you.

‘hey, you’re back! bought what you wanted?’

jisung nodded, looking a little too excited. he looked around awkwardly as if he was trying to hide something and cleared his throat. ‘i uh… i’m gonna go look at what drinks they have. did you order anything?’

‘not yet.’

‘what do you want, the usual?’ he asked as he stood up and you nodded. right as he turned and took a step towards the front counter, you called out to him.

‘park jisung!’

your boyfriend turned around, looking a little confused, eyes blown out in surprise. his expression made you giggle a little. he looked so adorable, it almost made you want to give up on the idea of pranking him.

almost.

‘get me a cookie as well, please?’

‘uh… okay,’ he drawled out awkwardly, blinking a couple of times before turning around and walking to the counter. you could see how he tilted his head, obviously wondering what he’d done for you to call out his full name like that.

a few minutes later, he returned with the drinks and small paper bag that contained a giant cookie.

‘here you go.’

‘thanks, jisung.’

jisung knit his brows together, sputtering a little. ‘y-you’re welcome,’ he stuttered with an awkward smile. you pressed your lips together as you observed how he’d zoned out. you could almost see the gears in his head turning as he tried to figure out what was going on. and just to push him over the edge, you called out his name once more.

‘jisung. don’t forget we have to grab lunch for hyuck. he asked for sandwiches from that new shop down the road.’

there was a tense silence between you two as the man in front of you tilted his head, eyes observing your features.

‘did i do something?’ he finally broke the silence.

‘what do you mean?’ you asked nonchalantly as you sipped your drink.

‘are you mad at me?’ he asked, his expression falling. when you didn’t respond within a second, he continued, ‘is this because i didn’t let you buy that necklace? i only did that so i could buy it for you myself as a surprise. see, it’s right here,’ he rambled as he pulled out a small velvet box from his inner jacket pocket.

any resolve you had to keep yourself poker-faced broke in that very moment as your chest swelled up with adoration, a small pout making it’s way onto your lips.

‘jisungie~ sweetheart you are so cute~’ you pouted, your chest tightening at the fact that you’d worried him so much. ‘i’m sorry, love,’ you apologised as you reached over and pinched his stretchy cheeks while he looked on, a little clueless.

‘you’re not mad?’

‘no, love. i’m not mad. i was just playing around.’

‘are you sure? because i really am sorry for being so pushy about not getting the necklace.’

you shook your head with a small giggle, hand travelling up to gently brush over his soft hair in an attempt to reassure him. ‘no sweetheart, not at all. first of all… i knew you were doing that because you wanted to buy it. you’re very obvious—you stared at that thing longer than i did,’ you joked. ‘it really was just a harmless prank i saw on tik tok.’

finally letting himself relax, jisung clicked his tongue, eyes darting to the side. ‘you’re evil, you know that? ruined my surprise. i really thought you were mad at me.’

‘all i did was say your name!’ you laughed.

‘exactly. how often do you call me by my name? my full name at that! you only use park jisung,’ he mocked your tone, ‘when you’re upset at something i did.’

you bit your bottom lip at his adorable little rant, chuckling slightly, fluffing his hair up a little. ‘i love you,’ you said cheekily before kissing the air, making him blush and look away.

‘yeah yeah okay. i love you too,’ he muttered as he scratched the back of his head, failing to conceal the shy smile painted across his features. taking his free hand into yours, you laced your fingers together, prompting him to look your way. catching his gaze, you winked at him. jisung rolled his eyes playfully, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he tried to sip his coffee in an attempt to ignore his heated cheeks at your little displays of affection.

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you are my sunshine - haechan scenario

Chillin’ in our Youth’s last episode tonight🥺 have you seen it? Hyuck was so cuuteeee this whole trip my heart cannot handle him so here’s a quick fluff scenario for the feels!! hope you like it💛🌻

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[3:19 pm]

(cw: cursing like right off the bat)

“Shit!” You heard husband!Yuta curse.

“Are you okay?” You called out.

“I’m good!” He called back, obviously lying but he didn’t sound hurt so he must be fine. He had on multiple occasions come running from one side of the house to the other to receive a kiss on something as small as a paper cut, no running this time.

For a good five minutes you heard various cupboards slamming closed, water running, scrubbing, and cursing. He had asked you a few times where you kept the bleach, the nail polish remover, and any other harsh stain remover. You sent him confused looks, praying he wasn’t deciding to make “potions” like he told you he used to do when he was a kid. You figured he might have spilled something and was trying to clean it up before you saw, after a few more minutes you sat up and made your way to the bathroom.

You knocked on the door, “You know not to mix chemicals right?”

The door flew open to reveal a flushed and panicked Yuta, “Of course I know, I was being careful.”

He held his hands behind his back and pressed a quick peck to your cheek, on his way to his phone that was charging. 

“Have you finished painting your nails yet? You usually show me once you’ve finished them.”

He hesitated for a second, body frozen, “I messed them up and I haven’t started over yet.”

“I can do them for you!” You reached for his hands, holding them in your own to lead him back to the bathroom where you kept the nail polish. Upon reaching the bathroom, you froze. “Why is there a huge black stain on our new bath mat?”

“So, funny story- hilarious even. I might have accidentally knocked over the nail polish and stained the rug.”

You took a deep breath, calming your annoyed thoughts, “It’s just a rug, next time please be more careful.” Yeah just a rug that had been placed there that very morning. Just a rug that took you almost two months to find because a certain husband of yours was picky about the feeling of the rugs because they would “feel weird” or “didn’t have enough bounce”- whatever that meant.

Yuta let out a sigh of relief, “At least you didn’t notice my wedding band!”

“What about your wedding band Yuta? Did you lose it again? That’s the third one in two years!” 

The first lost wedding band had been understandable, he was washing dishes and it happened to go down the drain. All good, no harm no foul. But the second band, that one had happened just a few months after the first. He lost it somewhere in the house, so you both tore the house apart looking for it. You checked between cushions after he said he stuck his hand there for a second, checked his pants pockets after he said he was reaching for his phone a lot, and even checked the shower drain despite knowing his ring could have never fallen in. This loss was the most annoying knowing that the ring was surely somewhere in the house, and it took almost 5 months for Yuta’s replacement ring to come in. Even more annoying when he would jokingly tease that he was a “free man” knowing damn well he could barely get through his proposal and his vows without a sob and shuddering breath leaving him every two minutes.

“Well, I guess this is better than losing it… I got nail polish on it and it’s not coming off.”

“Call the jeweler, I’m sure this will be a fun one for them.” 

He smiled nervously, making his way over to his phone. His eyes remained locked with yours, full of nerves and apprehension while the line rang, “You still love me right?”

“I guess I married you for a reason. You should go back to the store to get another rug since you’re so picky too.”

“Another couple outing- Yes, hi this is Nakamoto Yuta, I stained my ring- no, I didn’t lose another one.” He started.

Till death do you part, I guess.

the urge to be hugged for 4 hrs

My mental state is: If you give me a long hug I might start crying.

“I miss you, but I know you will fix nothing. So strangers we will stay.”

“And I knew it. That’s the worst part: I knew it.”

“Choose yourself this time.”