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h-hendery, 私はそれについてよく考えています、そして、あなたは私と結婚したいですか？🦋

hiii can u also do she fell first but he fell harder texts with haechan pls?

of course !! 💗💗💗

she fell first but he fell harder — haechan

pairings: haechan x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

reqs r open !

nct dream; saying i love you

[Mark and Haechan completed with 127]

Renjun: It hits him all at once. A train arriving at a station you long thought was abandoned. A sudden accident on a deserted highway. Renjun was existing happily, quietly, before you came along. Before you brought with you this wave of emotion that threatened to disturb his calm universe. It’s too much, he thinks. It’s too cliche. To be young and in love. He hides it from you–in gentle teasing and subtext. Tucking away his I love you’s in the playful insults he bats towards you with a soft smile. Listen closely and you will hear the words you know are hiding behind the golden browns of his eyes. Lend an ear and you will find the teasing sounds a lot like “I love you” when you’re held tightly in his arms. 

Jeno: He builds a home for you inside of himself. Inside of his heart. And there you reside surrounded by the walls of his love, a blanket of stars overhead twinkling their affections down upon you. “Do you need anything?” He asks, “Do you want anything? Can I help you?” The half-moon crescents of his night brown eyes shine their love and hope upon you in those words. Do you need anything. Do you need anything at all, Jeno will provide. Just say the words. Speak them into his ears, into his soul. He will give you the sun and moon to see you smile. He will pluck the clouds from the sky, pull the stars from the heavens and wrap them up in the warmth of his love for your pleasure. Jeno will do all of this for you, simply because he loves you.

Jaemin: For some love is a gentle whisper on a cool breeze. For others it’s the taste of honey on your lips–sweet and sticky, dripping in the heat of summer. For Jaemin love is a tsunami. He is Poseidon on the seas, riding the torrential waves of the emotions inside of himself. They roil up like a flood in his soul and instead of cowering in fear, he lets it carry him towards you. You are washed in the flood of his love, a sickly sweet shower of affection and words that pour forth from him endlessly. Are you overwhelmed, my love? Does the force of his love and ardour frighten you as the thunder splits the sky? Hold tight to the rigging, the sea will not quell anytime soon. You could withstand the storm–learn to walk with sea legs–or, you could simply slip into the ocean and let him carry you forward on his tide. 

Chenle: Chenle knew it would happen–he knew the feeling was inevitable from the first time your hand grazed against his skin and he felt he could see time eternal in your eyes. He watches you in silence for a moment–soft smile playing over his lips as he contemplates this development. As he readjusts his worldview to take into consideration the weight of his love. And then he allows it. It is a part of him, a part of you, a part of the world you inhabit together and why should he hide it? Why should he not express in words the feeling in his heart. What is so scary about love? Nothing, he thinks, as he speaks those sweet words to you–a smile and a laugh riding the on the waves of his love. 

Jisung: Light on his feet, Jisung dances around the words. An intricately choreographed display of fear and anxiety whirling in your proximity. You watch as he leaps through fences to avoid his feelings, as he bounds across the floor to escape the warm grasp of his love. Yet still it remains, keeping time with him–wrapping its arms around his heart and spinning him ever forwards into the abyss. He worries, oh he worries. What would you say, how do you feel, how would you react? These worries gnaw at him until he makes one mistake–distracted by the proximity of you, by your hand in his. He misses the timing, one fatal misstep, and the whole dance falls apart at his feet. Slip into his arms, join the waltz with him, and watch as the confidence rebuilds and blooms in his soft eyes. He becomes more assured in his steps, and in his love. Wrapping you in it like the soft music you dance to. 

Sunshine Prince

chenmiux asked: Hallooooo can I have a Jaehyun au of him being a cold prince and then u come along and ur drawings capture his heart (this is so cheesy I’m sorry)

I got super busy and had no time to write this so I’m so sorry for it taking forever. I… tried my best so I hope you like it.

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You're so beautiful, and don't you know it. You make art look so plain, i hope you know how beautiful you are.

romeo ✟ juliet (1996)

I don’t know if you’ll see this but if your still doing Drabble requests but if so can I request fluff for jisung where the reader and him have been crushing on each other for a long time but never said anything until their friends finally had enough. I hope this make sense

Close Friend!Jisung x Female Reader

Content: fluff

Disclaimer: None of this writing depicts real life/reality and is strictly a work of fiction.

[7:22 p.m.]

"So, uh—where's Chenle? Have you heard from"—Jisung coughs—"from him?"

Your feet shuffle, kicking against the gravel as you shiver in the cold atmosphere. You really should've known better than to trust what Renjun had to say about the weather; he rarely leaves the apartment. "It's not that cold," he said.

Well, when you see him, you're putting your most-likely-frostbitten-hands on his face.

You heave a shaky breath, observing how white clouds leave your lips. You eye Jisung from head to toe while his tall stature stands a good distance from you. His eyes are glassy from the dry air and his shoulders stick up frozen. You don't have the energy to respond, fishing your phone from your flimsy fall-appropriate jacket to call Renjun.

After a few rings, you hear shuffling before you speak. "Renjun, I swear—"

"Did you tell him, yet?"

"—I'm putting all of your whites with the colors next time I do laund—what?"

He scoffs. "Ignoring that. Anyways, tell him—that you like him?" He says as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

Your gaze flickers to Jisung, who hides half of his face beneath his collar, rocking back and forth on his feet. You turn your back to him while your brows furrow. "This is what it's about? Where the hell is he—Chenle? He was supposed to spend—"

"He's with me."

"What? You guys are grade-A assholes," you hiss. Jisung takes a few steps closer, looking at you with half-concern and half-curiosity. The boiling rage that bubbles inside is almost strong enough to melt the snow, but you contain yourself in front of Jisung.

Chenle promised you two that he'd treat you to dinner, telling you to not bother bringing your wallets. How foolish of you to believe his bluff. The restaurant doesn't allow people to wait inside, putting their greed over decency as the host and staff alike watch you from the warm indoors.

He ordered a ride for you guys and you initially thought: "wow, what a guy." But now, you just want to soak all of his cashmere sleeves in water.

"I swear to fucking God, get us a ride back home or it'll be even worse," you whisper-yell into the phone.

You hear more muffled sounds until a new voice speaks. "Willing to take the risk—you gotta stop with the crushing, it's getting annoying—"

"Chenle, I'll—"

"—call us back when you're done!"

The phone makes a beep, and you put it back into your pocket. Your nose drips and your body shakes like a leaf. Turning around, you find yourself inches away from Jisung, his body bent forward as his doe pupils stare into yours.

You gulp and he does the same. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stand so close," he murmurs under his collar.

What he says goes through one ear and out the other, you're freezing, you're tired; you're aggravated. Your pride is crumbling before you, and you're aching to find warmth anywhere. So you blurt it out; the damage has been done. "Jisung, I like"—a sudden wave of heat engulfs your body—"you?"

Your neck is snug into the crook of his neck, his long arms wrapped around your torso. And even through the layers and layers of clothing, you can sense the faint feeling of his heart pounding.

His body trembles and his ample breathing sits near your shoulder. "I'm just tr—trying to keep you warm. You looked cold..." he trails off.

Your arms wait—as if anticipating for something to interrupt—before wrapping around him, bringing your bodies flush together.

You can't tell, but Jisung squeezes his eyes shut and purses his lips.

"But, I like you... yeah, I like you, too."

[21:18]

twinkling are the stars in the sky like the hearts on fire in 𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻’s eyes as you play with his hands, warm in comparison of the light silver of his rings. you swing your legs on either side of the magnolia you climbed on and it’s very cute, from his view. it shows the childishness you still have in the depth of your caring soul, pure, innocent.

despite the darkness, the stars illuminate the pink dust on your cheeks and the curve in your lips, a few tears swimming at the brim and threatening to spill out. you’re just cold, he knows, but he still wants to pull you so close there’s nothing left between you except the pounding of your hearts and the mingling of your shortened breaths as he murmurs how wrecked he is for you.

baby, i love you. no, fuck, haechan is so bad at this. he ruffles the chocolate locks sitting in a mess on his head and presses his palm against your cheek, his eyes flickering in nervousness as he bites his lip to calm himself down. the tips of his fingers caress the fragile petals of the flower resting on top of your ear, and he almost feels your pulse working harder to get heard by his yearning for love heart.

angel, sweetheart, darling, honey, pumpkin, cutie, little bean, sparkle ... which one should he use to confess that the butterflies inside him are choking him as the time passes and he hasn’t made you his precious one yet ?

“hey, dumbass- ” - shit. good start, haechan. way to get it.

the glimmer in the sky flickers into your eyes once you look up, your bangs flying into the chilly wind to fall across your face and he can’t resist the temptation of pushing them away. he’s mesmerized by your puffy lips, the roundness of your cheeks, everything, every single thing about you.

“yes, hyuck ?” and there goes the little nickname that heats his flesh into a puddle.

“i - i shouldn’t have started, you know anyways, it’s not like you’re stupid or anything.” he bites on his words like he was afraid to actually say that... he’s in love ? for the first time ever, no matter how many panties he’s got in a twist during his on-going fuckboy years.

the laughter pouring from your lips is like a soft mix of the most gracious melodies, one he’s fallen asleep to when even the darkness of his room couldn’t do so. haechan didn’t think a shy, cute and innocent creature like you would make the first move. you, who wore the cutest sparkles in your eyes, the prettiest pink on your cheeks and the most knee-bending pout on your lips. never in the ten years of knowing you, he thought you’d be the one to truly grasp is soul with the snap of your fingers.

your hands wandered along his thighs as they shook with so many emotions, ripping a few strings off his dark jeans, gasping at the taste of his cherry lips and how soft they felt on yours. even as the rain started to pour, your fingertips trailing along his chest, he never stopped kissing you. he gripped your waist and pulled you into his lap, murmuring under his breath that he’s been in love with you for ages, apologizing that he’s never had the courage to tell you.

when you broke away, the realization hit you deep ; haechan has never been your bestfriend, he was your soulmate ♡

portrait.

1:46 pm

renjun and you sat on a picnic blanket, situated in a quiet grass field, surrounded by tall trees and fresh air.

both of you held canvases, grasping paint brushes making delicate strokes on the rough fabric. as you drew him, he drew you, trying to complete a portrait of eachother.

as he focuses on your features, you admire his attentive eyes. as he pushes up his glasses and scrunches his nose to detail your eyes just right.

“your not even painting” he scoffs, not understanding the sudden distraction.

“only because your so pretty, you distract me. also i cant really paint. i wouldn’t do you justice.” you smile as you watch him blush over the compliment. he would never admit it, but he loves being called pretty.

he moves the canvas off of his lap to the side, placing the paintbrush down. he shuffles to place his head in your lap, your hands moving to the default position in his hair.

his eyes close as you massage his scalp, he looks so precious like this, so calm and at peace.

“your so beautiful y/n” he says, quietly, drifting off.

“you can’t even see me” you tease, smiling as you massage his temples.

he sits up, all of a sudden, you move your hands back to your sides, wondering if you did something wrong.

“i don’t need to have my eyes open to see how gorgeous you are” he claims, face gentle but tone serious. you smile looking down, feeling embarrassed with just his eyes on you.

he moves up to place a hand to your cheek. lifting your head up to meet his soft eyes. gravitating closer to eachother as the air becomes heavy with anticipation.

your lips meet together in a perfect middle, moving together in perfect, soft harmony. as he gently moves his hand to the back of your neck, you move your right hand to pull him closer.

you can’t get enough, intoxicated off of the smell of his cologne and the idea of never letting go.

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