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(_ _*) Z z z hi! i'm arris and this is my writing blog! he/pup/bun, 22, age regressor! requests currently closed! rentry & masterlist
hi all! it makes me so happy to see everyone enjoying my works. i decided to make a taglist for some of my work. if anyone would like to be added to my taglist for ateez, please interact with this post.
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show me how to love | san
pairing: san x neu!reader word count: 1.5k genre: fluff, maybe a bit of angst? warning(s): not proofread, mentions of acephobia summary: you're asexual and in love with your best friend, so you write him a letter confessing your feelings credit: divider and banner
"san, i'm asexual." you had said with a trembling voice as you spoke through the phone, your heart pounding in a way it never had before. you had known this about yourself for years, but a constant barrage of invalidation and disbelief had forced you back into the closet. each failed attempt at dating or opening up about this aspect yourself, where no one seemed to understand your asexuality, had made you no longer want to open up about it. but now, you had just told your best friend of three years, san—a gamble you never thought you would take after your past disappointments.
hoodie thief | hongjoong
pairing: hongjoong x male reader word count: 625 genre: fluff, secret relationship warning(s): not proofread summary: hongjoong loves wearing his boyfriend's clothes, but you're running out of clothes to wear. got this idea from an otp prompt generator credit: support banner + dividers
hongjoong found himself rummaging through his boyfriend's closet yet again, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he realized that he might have to start sneaking articles of clothing back to his dorm to make room for new ones. it's not like you would mind anyways, as you adored seeing him in your clothes, especially when they were oversized on him. at first you were terrified of fans putting the pieces together, but you learned to love the thrill of hongjoong wearing your clothes while keeping your relationship a secret. it felt as though each time he wore something of yours out successfully without question, it was a sort of trophy for how well you guys were staying secret about the whole thing.
sweet teeth | jeno
pairing: cg!jeno x fem!reader word count: 243 genre: fluff, drabble warning(s): not proofread, sfw age regression summary: ice cream date with jeno! credit: divider + support banner
"hold my hand, princess," jeno said sweetly as he gently took your hand, beginning your guys' short walk to a nearby ice cream shop. one that the both of you had been planning on visiting for a while now. with jeno finally having a day off, he figured it would be the perfect little date to take you on, especially since you've been regressed all day.
upon entering the ice cream shop, you couldn't help but feel excitement upon seeing all the different flavors and toppings they had to offer. you wanted to have one of everything, but jeno would never allow his princess to have that much ice cream. you had to pick just one flavor ice cream. he did allow you to choose three different toppings of your choice.
once you both had gotten your ice cream, you walked back outside to enjoy it in the sun. it was the perfect summer activity with your caregiver. a smile spread upon his face seeing you happily lick the ice cream and nibbling on the cone. at some point, you had gotten some on your cheek and he couldn't help but chuckle as he reached over and wiped it off with his thumb, licking his thumb clean after.
"you're so precious, princess, you know that?" he asked, planting a gentle kiss to your cheek.
you let out a cute, little giggle upon hearing those words, feeling utterly cherished on this beautiful, sunlit afternoon.
safe in his arms | renjun
pairing: cg!renjun x neu!reader word count: 1k genre: angst to fluff, oneshot warnings: not proofread, sfw age regression contains descriptions of abandonment/trauma, nightmares, and panic attacks summary: you wake up from a nightmare and renjun is there to comfort you after as you begin to regress. credit: divider + support banner
the morning sunlight barely peeks through the curtains and blinds, your young eyes having not yet adjusted to the light after being deep in dream land. once your eyes adjusted, you looked around to notice how dark it was. assuming you woke up before your parents had, you carefully climb out of bed to wake them up and request breakfast, your stomach growling, begging for food to be provided.
upon entering their room, you do not find your parents in their bed. you checked the bathroom, the kitchen, even the backyard. nothing. you couldn't find them anywhere in your dark, seemingly abandoned house. where could they have gone?
dandelion wishes | wooyoung
pairing: wooyoung x neu!reader word count: 100 genre: fluff, husband au, parent au, drabble warnings: n/a summary: watching wooyoung and your daughter make a wish on a dandelion together credit: floral divider, support banner
y/d/n sits in your husband's lap as she holds a dandelion in her tiny hand. wooyoung smiles widely, his eyes filled with excitement as he watches her examine the plant before carefully taking it from her. "make a wish, princess," he told her softly. she gently blew on the dandelion alongside wooyoung, watching the seeds blew away with the spring breeze. as your daughter excitedly got up and ran a couple feet away to grab another, you turn to wooyoung and ask what he wished for. he smiled and responded, "to always have you two by my side."
happy pride month, everyone! 🏳️🌈
i'm just here to wish you all a happy pride and provide a few updates!
first of all, thank you for 12 followers and for so much love of my recent fics, it truly means a lot to me! while 12 followers might not sound like a lot, to me, it is. i write fics as a way to cope with my life but with some of them, i try to provide comfort and happiness to other people. i will continue to try and write fics that are diverse in characters, situations, and experiences.
i have a few fics i am working on! i truly hope you guys are excited for them as i am. upcoming fics have yet to be titled, but i will tell you they are for nct dream and ateez! (mostly ateez)
that's all for now, thank you once again and remember to stay safe and take care of yourselves! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡
he no longer wants to see me | sehun
pairing: sehun x neu!reader word count: 115 genre: angst, drabble warning(s): not proofread, mention of alcohol as a coping mechanism, kinda heavy in general, mdni w/ this post! summary: you found out he's with someone else
you found out from a friend he has someone else now, a year and a half after he ghosted you. they're married. you never confessed your feelings to him, so why are you mad, jealous, and hurt in a cursed storm of emotions? is it the regret of not being honest? the betrayal after you thought he would want you to be a part of these major life events? it doesn't matter. the bottle in your hand replaced your earlier tears as you look back at all your messages together. there's no going back, it's time to grieve and move on. "i hope you're happy now," you say as his number disappears from your phone.
the pieces of who we were | seongjoong
pairing: seongjoong x fem!reader word count: 535 genre: angsty fluff, comfort fic, scenario warning(s): not proofread summary: your best friend broke your heart, but your true friends are there for you. inspired by this prompt by @soprompt
"i should have expected this," you said through tears.
the dimly lit living room couldn't hide the tears streaming down your face as you feel the weight of hongjoong sitting besides you, his hand rubbing your lower back in a comforting manner. seonghwa entered the room with a cup of tea. as your hands held the mug, you couldn't help but think how the warmth of the tea was just as warm as these twos' hearts.
the cushion of the couch sinks besides you as seonghwa carefully takes a seat besides you. he took note of the genuine sadness etched across each of your features. hongjoong could see it as well.
"how could you have expected this?" hongjoong asked gently, "he never gave you a reason to suspect he was that type of guy."
streaming love | mark lee
pairing: streamer!mark x fem!reader word count: 727 genre: fluff, imagine warning(s): not proofread summary: mark finally admits his feelings for you on stream, assuming that you're not currently watching.
mark sits in front of his makeshift stream set-up in his small apartment. in no way was he a professional nor did he have a large audience. his streams were just for fun, which he started to help y/n socialize more and have fun. his streams mainly consist of him conversing with his small audience, but he does sometimes play guitar for them or spend the stream discussing fun topics together. his audience jokingly ships the two of you together, as it's not uncommon for new viewers to assume you're a couple. he regularly sees comments such as "where's your girlfriend?" or "how's y/n?" when you aren't a part of the stream, which melts his heart. he adores knowing how much his viewers love you, especially when it's you with him.
no one in mark's life knows of his feelings for you. it's a secret he's kept for years, ever since you both graduated college together. no matter how much he tried to confess his feelings for you, the courage was never found, leaving him to sit back and watch you go out on dates and console you if you got your heart broken. he always told himself one day he will be the one to show you true love, and for years he couldn't find the right moment to do it.
finally, he accepted he needed advice.
these raindrops, these tears | wooyoung
pairing: wooyoung x neu!reader word count: 102 genre: drabble, angsty fluff, comfort fic warning(s): not proofread, brief mentions of mental health and trauma summary: you finally allow yourself to cry after a while. inspired by this prompt by @soprompt
the endless tears pooling from your eyes accompanied the pouring, melancholy rain outside. you've reached the point where your tears stung not only your eyes, but the skin around them as well. regardless, you couldn't stop because you needed this cry. wooyoung's gentle hand pet your hair softly in an attempt to bring you comfort as you let yourself cry for the first time in a while. although it may not seem like an accomplishment to many, it was for you, and he couldn't be more proud of your progress with your trauma and mental health. "i'm proud of you," he whispered.
routine | doyoung
pairing: ceo!doyoung x neu!reader word count: 1.5k genre: angst to fluff, one shot warning(s): not proofread summary: after his company gained massive success, you're stuck in a rut with him every night. he needs to change.
he's at it again with his same old nightly routine. just as you finish cooking dinner for the evening, your husband, the successful kim dong young who is better known to the public as doyoung. the founder and ceo of his own game development company.
neither of you anticipated the immense success of his first game, "starhack." it felt as though overnight everyone had gotten their hands on a copy and were posting about it, their progress, and little hacks to some difficult parts of the game. it was so exciting to watch for the both of you, as neither thought your husband's idea for a game combining space adventures and hacking could become so big.
not too long ago, he had just gotten back concept designs for the game and was brainstorming names for the characters. his sleepless nights perfecting his game and finding people to test it ended up being worth it.
however, the thrill quickly died when his responsibilities grew along with his company. just as you thought you would have more free time with your husband, you quickly watched him devote his life to work and his company. before you knew it, a new game was in development that was meant to be a sequel to "starhack," which would have online play unlike the first game.
doyoung returned home for dinner, where he sat down with you. the both of you discussed your days, the meal being interrupted halfway through with an "urgent" business call or email he had to respond to. you had finished eating when he returned to finish his meal. you'd wash your dishes, with doyoung offering to complete the rest.
you put the leftovers in the fridge and went to watch tv or read a book, listening to the sound of dishes clinking together as doyoung gathered his dishes and washed them before washing anything you left in the sink during the cooking process. that's the last you see of him before bed as he would lock himself away in his office to continue working. you two met in bed where you would cuddle before falling asleep, waking up to doyoung's alarm in the morning.
you were getting fed up of this damn routine, but it became your routine as well, you felt you had to stick to it. doyoung somehow did it.
you guys rarely argued about this, as it felt you had to find time in your husband's busy schedule to even argue with him. when you had your final argument, it hit him. it hit him how his life was just work, now realizing how it affected you. he mistook your silence and distance as acceptance of the lifestyle, but it was you becoming fed up with him.
when he locked himself in his office after you had stormed off tot he bedroom, it now wasn't to work the stress away. it was to cry. each tear a symbol of his regret, filled with a new memory of how he neglected you for what he thought would make you happy. work didn't make you happy, it made you resentful. how could he have not realized this sooner?
all this time, he thought his "hard work" was going towards bettering your lives together, but in reality, he was sending your lives in the opposite direction. you never wanted the big house, fancy cars, or expensive wine. you just wanted him and he took that from you so long, you now resented him and his company.
he had to make things right.
he's at it again with his same old nightly routine. just as you finish cooking dinner for the evening, your husband, the successful kim dong young who is better known to the public as doyoung. the founder and ceo of his own game development company.
neither of you expected the success of his debut game, "starhack," to be as big as it was. it felt as though overnight everyone had gotten their hands on a copy and were posting about it, their progress, and little hacks to some difficult parts of the game. it was so exciting to watch for the both of you, as neither thought your husband's idea for a game combining space adventures and hacking could become so big.
not too long ago, he had just gotten back concept designs for the game and was brainstorming names for the characters. his sleepless nights perfecting his game and finding people to test it ended up being worth it.
however, the thrill quickly died when his responsibilities grew along with his company. just as you thought you would have more free time with your husband, you quickly watched him devote his life to work and his company. before you knew it, a new game was in development that was meant to be a sequel to "starhack," which would have online play unlike the first game.
doyoung returned home for dinner, where he sat down with you. the both of you discussed your days, the meal being interrupted halfway through with an "urgent" business call or email he had to respond to. you had finished eating when he returned to finish his meal. you'd wash your dishes, with doyoung offering to complete the rest.
you put the leftovers in the fridge and went to watch tv or read a book, listening to the sound of dishes clinking together as doyoung gathered his dishes and washed them before washing anything you left in the sink during the cooking process. that's the last you see of him before bed as he would lock himself away in his office to continue working. you two met in bed where you would cuddle before falling asleep, waking up to doyoung's alarm in the morning.
you were getting fed up of this damn routine, but it became your routine as well, you felt you had to stick to it. doyoung somehow did it.
you guys rarely argued about this, as it felt you had to find time in your husband's busy schedule to even argue with him. when you had your final argument, it hit him. it hit him how his life was just work, now realizing how it affected you. he mistook your silence and distance as acceptance of the lifestyle, but it was you becoming fed up with him.
when he locked himself in his office after you had stormed off tot he bedroom, it now wasn't to work the stress away. it was to cry. each tear a symbol of his regret, filled with a new memory of how he neglected you for what he thought would make you happy. work didn't make you happy, it made you resentful. how could he have not realized this sooner?
all this time, he thought his "hard work" was going towards bettering your lives together, but in reality, he was sending your lives in the opposite direction. you never wanted the big house, fancy cars, or expensive wine. you just wanted him and he took that from you so long, you now resented him and his company.
the weight of his realization settled in that evening, causing doyoung to realize that he could no longer walk down this path of neglect anymore. he now had to confront the reality of his actions and how they affected the both of you. he had to make things right not if not for his sake, than for you.
the following evening after work, doyoung had made a conscious effort to stick around the dinner table longer than he had, even after dinner. he had engaged in genuine conversation with you for the first time in months. of course, you were still pissed from the previous night's argument, so you didn't open up as much as he probably wanted, but you couldn't deny you were feeling a small amount of happiness at his efforts.
over the next couple weeks, you could see genuine remorse weighing on his conscious. you were realizing that doyoung genuinely wanted to make things work, so you suggested the both of you begin marriage counseling, as well as doyoung beginning individual therapy. he was hesitant at first, but gave it a try after some encouragement from you.
the both of you began to see improvement after a few sessions. you watched as he discovered a newfound purpose in his life, balancing his work life with his marriage and personal life. he set boundaries with work, cut back his hours, and even took some days off. he learned to trust his team with more tasks, especially in his absence. any time he wanted to dive back into work, he thought of you. he thought about how it would impact you and his marriage.
together, the both of you embarked on a journey of rediscovery, rekindling the flame you two had that had been left flickering in the shadows of his ambitions. Through laughter, tears, and a newfound trust in each other; you confronted the demons that had once threatened to pull you two apart. with each passing day, doyoung found solace in the simple moments shared with his beloved, realizing that true happiness didn't lie in money or achievements but in the warmth of their embrace and the whisper of their love.
sorry for inactivity, classes kept me busy this semester! i'll try to get a new fic out this week even if it's just a small little drabble
thank you for the continued support and love on my fics, i really do appreciate it! you guys encourage/inspire me to keep writing! 🫶🏽
heartfelt roommates | xiaojun
pairing: college au!xiaojun x male!reader word count: 2k genre: fluff, imagine warning(s): not proofread summary: your have become enamored by your roommate, but you know you don't have a chance with him. or, do you?
it started as an ordinary day for xiaojun, just like any other... but by the time the day ended, he would realize that things were about to change in a huge way.
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xiaojun was roommates with you, both of you were college students. when you guys had first met, not only were you surprised to hear he had come from china to study in the us, but he also was fluent in english. it wasn't that you didn't think xiaojun would be capable, but by his accent, you would have assumed he grew up speaking both.
"hey, i'm xiaojun!" he spoke excitedly, "i'm your roommate this semester!"
"i'm y/n." you spoke, reaching out to shake his hand. it was so soft, almost like a warm cloud was holding your hand.
slumber symphony | yangyang
pairing: little!yangyang x neu!reader word count: 561 genre: fluff, drabble warning(s): not proofread, anti agere dni, sfw interactions only summary: when yangyang is sick and falls asleep on top of the blankets, it's up to y/n to tuck him in so he can rest comfortably inspired by a prompt from this post by @urfriendlywriter
from the moment that yangyang woke up this morning, it was evident that he was unwell. his eyes lacked the usual spark of excitement, appearing glassy and exhausted - a stark contrast to the eyes you were used to seeing in the morning. this disparity was even more pronounced, particularly when he woke up regressed. in fact, his eyes even seemed watery, clearly irritated from the illness.
his fussiness was another clue, as he seemed determined to remain under the warm protection the blankets provided his shivering body; no matter how much he was sweating. he grew even more fussy if you tried to leave the bed, wanting you to remain close by for extra comfort.
as much as you yearned to linger in bed with him for the entire morning, the pressing responsibilities as his caregiver eventually pulled you away. with his nose runny and a persistent cough that was clearly beginning to test what little patience he already had; yangyang needed medicine, tissues, anything to ease the discomfort he was currently feeling.
you reluctantly peeled yourself away from the fussy little, the cool hitting you as you left the warmth of your bed. he remained nestled under the covers as you exited the room on the search for things to make your little feel even the slightest bit more comfortable than he clearly was in this moment.
as you attended to him throughout the day, you could see the poor boy was exhausted, especially once the medicine seemed to be easing his symptoms. he did leave the bed once his fever subsided some, requesting some food and to watch tv in the living room with you.
eventually, you had to go buy more tissues for him, seeing as he went through a box within just a few hours. as tempting as it was to have him tag along, you recognized he was in no condition for that, especially considering the winter chill outside. the brisk air would only intensify the flush in his cheeks and his runny nose would likely worsen beyond the current state. you promised him that you would only be gone for five minutes, thankful a store was within walking distance.
upon your return home, it seemed oddly quiet. no tv, no music, nothing. you removed your shoes and coat before tiptoeing to the bedroom, unable to hold back a soft coo when you discovered yangyang fell asleep, clutching his stuffed bunny, asleep on top of the blankets.
now, you knew he might get cold, so you had to figure out how to tuck him back in without disrupting him too much. with a gentle touch, you caressed yangyang's cheek while softly whispering to wake him up, while keeping him at the border of dreamland.
"hey sunshine," you said softly, "can you get up for a moment so cg/n can tuck you in?"
yangyang's eyes fluttered open as he nodded softly, still clutching his bunny. "okay, cg/n."
the delicate dance of tucking yangyang in was done within under 30 seconds, with yangyang falling back asleep almost immediately after thanking you for tucking him in.
you placed a soft kiss to his forehead, which thankfully wasn't as warm as it was earlier. petting his hair a couple times as you wishes him sweet dreams, reminding him that you would be there if he needed anything else.
café conversations | taeyong
pairing: taeyong x male!reader word count: 1.4k genre: fluff, slight angst, imagine warning(s): not proofread, mentions of enlistment summary: you're in a secret relationship with taeyong, meeting up at your guys' spot to catch up.
the warmth of your fresh coffee warmed your hands that had become frozen from the cold weather, gradually thawing them as you took this moment to embrace the aroma and the soothing heat. it was about nine in the morning, a few minutes past when your boyfriend promised to meet you here. as you glanced around the bustling cafe, anticipation and a hint of concern filled the air, your mind wandering into different scenarios it could think up as to why he was late. normally, his "late" was right on the dot for the time he gave, but today was different. you understood the idol life kept him busy, however, you were aware this was supposed to be a day off for him. what could be keeping him?
you glanced out the window, hopeful to catch a glimpse of him through the glass, now blurred by the frost that coated it. perhaps there was traffic due to the weather? the roads did appear quite icy when you left your apartment earlier. even the sidewalk was coated in ice that you were slipping on as you walked over here.
taeyong appeared at the entrance of the cafe breathless, looking around for you with those sweet boba eyes. they seemed to sparkle upon seeing you as he skipped over to where you were seated, his smile almost visible through the mask he wore. he didn't have on makeup today, which you noticed despite most of his face being hidden. the acne on his left cheek and his pores just added to his attractiveness; knowing that he wasn't "perfect" just made his genuine charm even more appealing. not just to you, but to his fans as well.
"i'm so sorry i'm late, lovebug." taeyong's said in the sweetest tone, visibly remorseful for keeping you waiting.
lovebug. that pet name that always made you smile and blush like it was the first time he's ever called you that.
when he first bestowed the endearing nickname upon you, it during a chance encounter at the bar. you two were engaged in casual conversation between sips of your beers, when you were abruptly whisked away to spend time with a friend and his girlfriend. admittedly, you found taeyong irresistible even though you barely knew him. his purple hair made him stand out, the way it framed his captivating, boba-like eyes. god, those eyes were as big as his heart. you couldn't help but continue to steal glances at him throughout the evening, watching as he laughed among his group of friends, which you soon found out to be members of his group, nct 127.
it was later in the evening when you were about to head out, your friend and his girlfriend having left half an hour earlier. you didn't know what kept you there, but you felt as though you needed to stay and wait for something. perhaps, this was the universe's subtle way of bringing you and taeyong together.
in the bar's bathroom, as you were about to exit, taeyong entered. the smile that quickly spread across his face, lighting sparkles in those boba eyes and filling the air with a sense of love you never felt before. it was there in that bathroom, where he explained his situation as an idol, the industry, the fans, all of it. you listened, curiosity piqued. this was vital information, provided to you before he asked you out to dinner.
the invitation took you aback. in the bar bathroom? here is where she asked? looking back, it was hard to be offended when you got to witness first hand how crazy the fans can be, especially with their idols being in love or in a relationship. you accepted regardless, wanting to see this sweet man again, even if it was only once more before he disappeared from your life permanently. the excitement boiled over in him as he called you "lovebug" for the first time when he expressed his excitement to see you again.
ever since that night, that was his special nickname for you. it melted your heart every single time, bringing a warmth even the freezing cold outside couldn't extinguish.
"it's alright," you said reassuringly, "i was getting worried, but i'm glad you're here."
"i had someone following me." he admitted, stress evident as he hesitantly glanced over at the entrance. "i needed to lose them before i could come."
that was the one thing you hated about his job. the fans. no, not all of them. the crazy ones. the ones that could ruin his career if they even so much as suspected he was in love with someone, let alone a man. the conservative nature of south korea did make it harder to be openly gay, but when you're in the spotlight, it's even harder. you know the international fans would love him regardless, it's the ones here in korea that terrified you. you sometimes had nightmares of how they might treat you if they found out you exist. what would they do if they felt you were taking away "their man?"
the secrecy of your relationship gave you comfort in knowing they wouldn't know about you. regardless, you never left to meet up with taeyong without a mask and other ways of obstructing your appearance to make it more difficult for them to find you.
you were snapped out of your thoughts when you noticed taeyong's beanie, a hint of a new hair color peeking out the back, prompting a soft giggle to escape your lips.
"what's the new hair color this time?" you ask, internally crying for your poor boyfriend's hair and scalp.
"brown." he said happily.
"no more silver and black?" you ask with a soft pout, that combination being your favorite after the pink and blue.
"no, sadly not." taeyong chuckled, "you did always like natural colors on me the most, though.
"i know, but you pulled off those colors so well! i couldn't get enough of it!"
the amount of times taeyong changed his hair was crazy. every time you saw him, it seemed he got his hair colored to something new. admittedly, you considered making a bingo card at some point to see how many colors this man could have dyed his hair in just a few months. you felt bad at the idea when you found out it was damaging both his hair and scalp to a point he dreaded getting a new hair color. you wanted nothing more than to have some sort of magical healing abilities, able to kiss away all the problems his company caused hm physically.
"how have you been?" he asked
"the usual." you admitted, "work has been kicking my ass."
"the same here." taeyong said through a laugh, "but i love it. i love seeing everyone so happy and enjoying our newest songs. especially since i.. you know."
that damn e word. enlistment. you knew it was coming and that it would make your already secretive relationship even harder to maintain. why couldn't he have enlisted earlier or not have to enlist at all? despite the freshness of your relationship, it felt as though you two had known each other for years. the mere thought of him going away for a couple of years tore your heart into pieces. how could you live without him? true, he could visit you on his days off, but how often would that be? how frequently could he communicate with you? your biggest fear was that you two would discover a freedom he doesn't get with being an idol, allowing your guys' relationship to bloom more; only for it to be ripped away once he's discharged.
"hey." taeyong said gently, knowing you were getting lost in those thoughts again, "i understand it's tough to think about, but we'll make it work. we'll make the most of our time together and i'll contact you as often as i can."
you looked into his eyes, finding reassurance in the words he spoke. his unwavering support made the impending separation a little more bearable. with a tender smile, he reminded you of the wonders of modern day technology, how even if he can't communicate for some time, your guys' memories will always be at the tips of your fingers whenever you wanted.
"our love can withstand the distance." he reassured once more.
you then realized in that moment, that no matter the difficulties,the strength of your bond would be a guiding force through the trials of his enlistment. and the limitations of the idol life.
taeyong, realizing he had to go, apologized for having to cut the date short. you understood, sensing he had a good reason. he planted a quick yet tender kiss on your cheek before he said his goodbyes, making you promise to text him the second you stepped foot into your apartment.
"i love you, lovebug. take care, i'll call you tonight."