Tags: fluff, tagging along with him to his dance practice, SEVENTEEN teasing you both, literal golden retriever mingyu.
Wc: 0.6k
“Are you really not taking a coat?” Mingyu asked while tugging his black hoodie down over his head, voice soft but already laced with that familiar concern. “You know how you get.”
You were busy lacing your shoes by the door, barely sparing him a glance. “I am wearing long sleeves. I’m not a child, Mingyu.”
He gave you that look — the one that said ‘I love you, but you’re absolutely lying to yourself’. “So when you start whining about being cold later, I’ll get to say I told you so?”
“You won’t,” you said defiantly, sticking your tongue out before sauntering ahead of him. He just chuckled, following like a loyal shadow.
His practice room always felt like home to you — loud music echoing off the mirrors, the familiar chaotic laughter of SEVENTEEN, staff walking around with clipboards, the constant squeak of sneakers against the polished floor.
“yn!” The members lit up the moment you stepped in, hugging you like you were the group’s unofficial mascot. Someone yelled, “Mingyu’s emotional support human is here!” and the others cackled while Mingyu simply smiled.
You settled cross-legged on the floor near the mirrors as practice began. Watching them dance was like witnessing a synchronized storm — powerful yet precise. But your eyes, traitorous as ever, always gravitated back to him.
Every water break, he’d find a way to beam at you — a wink here, a grin there, or a shamelessly blown kiss that earned him groans from the others.
“You good? Want anything? Want to go home? Want snacks?” he’d ask at random intervals, jogging over like an overexcited golden retriever.
“I want you to breathe,” you’d laugh, patting his cheek. He’d nod solemnly, pretend to inhale dramatically, then run back like you’d just recharged him.
During one break, he flopped down beside you and rested his damp head on your shoulder, closing his eyes like your existence alone was better than oxygen. You absentmindedly stroked his hair, and he melted into your side… until Hoshi yelled from across the room, “Yah! Save it for after practice!”
Later, the song ended again. Everyone froze as the choreographer began explaining a correction to Hoshi and the others. Mingyu stood listening obediently, chest rising and falling heavily from exertion, cheeks flushed, hair sticking adorably to his forehead.
You stood up quietly. He noticed — his brows knit together suspiciously.
Before he could ask, you stepped behind him and tugged his hoodie up and over his head in one swift motion.
The entire room erupted.
“OOOOH?”
“HELLO???”
“SCANDALOUS!” Jeonghan gasped dramatically.
“You two need a whole house, not just a room!” Seokmin shouted from across the room
Mingyu stood frozen, now exposed in just his tank top, utterly stunned — but smiling like an idiot.
You slipped the hoodie over your own head in the most casual manner possible, as if you hadn’t just stripped an idol in front of twelve people and multiple staff members. “Relax,” you said flatly. “I just wanted his hoodie.”
A collective “Mm-hmm…” echoed through the room.
Mingyu laughed — bright, breathless, and helplessly in love. He stepped toward you, lifted your chin with his knuckle, and kissed your temple, sweat and all.
“You could’ve just asked,” he murmured with that soft smile only you ever got to see.
“I did in my mind,” you quipped. “You just weren’t listening.”
He shook his head fondly, already slipping his arms into the cold air without complaint.
After all, he hadn’t worn that hoodie for himself.
He’d worn it for you — knowing you’d eventually take it anyway.
“Gyu, are you still awake?” you asked in a sleepy voice, rubbing your eyes. “What time is it?”
“Oh, y/n,” Mingyu moved a little to make space for you on the couch. Everything was dark except for the light of the TV reflecting on his body. “It’s two in the morning, but I couldn’t sleep.”
You sat down next to Mingyu and gave him a small kiss on the shoulder, just before resting your temple against him and snuggling as close as possible.
“Is that why you were playing my Stardew Valley game without telling me?” you said in a half-mocking tone, “I thought you didn’t like this game.”
Mingyu let out a soft, timid laugh. “I don’t, but I thought maybe it would help me fall asleep.”
“But, how?”
“Actually, I don’t know… But since you’re here…” Mingyu paused the game and left the controller on the coffee table in front of him. “How are you feeling?”
He cupped your face with both hands and smile in relief after checking by himself that your fever had gone down.
“I said I’d be better for your birthday,” you said playfully, “or do you think a simple cold would ruin our plans?”
“A simple cold, huh?” Mingyu raised an eyebrow. “You’re funny, but this isn’t a joke. Go get some rest, love. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”
“Fine, fine,” you rolled your eyes, “but first.”
You sat on Mingyu’s lap and reached for the controller, his arms wrapping around you to help you settle in
“Let’s see what kind of mess you’ve made,” you said teasingly.
“Just so you know, I created a new game,” Mingyu rested his chin on your shoulder, “and my farm will be better than yours.”
“I’ll let you have this one, birthday boy,” and resuming the game, you got to work.
Mingyu listened attentively to each of your words, the gameplay, the characters, and even how you spoke so cheerfully about the little details, like the music or the hidden stuff.
“The mines are full of monsters, so you need to watch out and…” suddenly, you realized that your back was a little heavier. “Gyu, are you listening?”
He cleared his throat and before speaking, let out a slow yawn.
“Sorry, it’s just…” A deep sigh escaped him as he pressed his face against your neck. “Your voice is so soothing… It makes me feel so… at peace.”
“Wanna go to bed?” you murmured slowly, “and I’ll tell you about The Mines until you fall asleep.”
Mingyu nodded slowly, letting you lead him by the hand toward the bedroom. Once tucked away under the warm sheets, he settled his head against your chest with a deep, weary exhale.
“Hey, y/n,” he murmured, “Do you think… the others would be upset if I cancel tomorrow’s plans?”
You snorted, as you knew he was joking. “Yeah, and so do I”.
“Is just… I want to spend my birthday like this… With you.”
You bit back a smile. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Though you knew there wasn’t anything to discuss: He could celebrate with his friends and then come home to spend time with his little patient. “You’re just acting so spoiled because you’re sleepy.”
He chuckled softly, throwing his arm across your torso. “Maybe… Now, keep talking… Whatever you want…”
“All right,” you gave him a small kiss on his head. “Oh, yeah! The Mines…”
Summary: When Mingyu’s infamous temper threatens to derail the entire office, his wife is called in as the only person who can bring him back to earth.
Wc: 1,034
Warnings: none :)
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Kim Mingyu could be described in many ways: arrogant, sharp-tongued, perpetually stone-faced, and infamously hot-headed. His temper was a ticking time bomb, always moments away from setting off. It didn’t take much to set him off. A missed figure, a delayed report, the wrong phrasing in a presentation—and once his mood soured, the effects rippled outward.
If Mingyu was having a bad day, the entire executive floor felt it.
Productivity slowed. Conversations dropped to hushed murmurs. Assistants avoided eye contact. No one dared ask if he was alright or suggest solutions—it was an unspoken rule that Kim Mingyu worked through his anger alone.
Everyone, that is, except one person.
His executive secretary, Ji-eun, had mastered the art of navigating her boss’s moods. If anyone in the building knew Mingyu too well, it was her. She could read the shift in his tone before he even spoke, sense the tension in the air the second he stepped off the lift.
But above all else, Ji-eun knew the one thing—the only thing—that could truly calm him down.
His wife.
The woman who he worshipped the ground she walked on, mother to his children, and the only person Kim Mingyu placed above the empire he’d built with his own hands. No matter how cold or unapproachable he became, the mere mention of you softened something in him. Shifted the atmosphere. Changed the trajectory of his day.
So when Ji-eun watched one of the junior executives stumble out of Mingyu’s office, eyes glassy and hands shaking, she didn’t hesitate.
Her gaze swept the floor, catching the stiff postures and anxious glances of staff acutely aware of the storm brewing behind the glass walls of the CEO’s office. Ji-eun picked up her phone and dialled a number she knew by heart.
The moment the call connected, her voice softened—gentler, warmer than the crisp professionalism she used everywhere else.
“Hello, Mrs. Kim,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry to bother you, but… it’s one of those days. If you’re free, I think hearing your voice might help.”
She listened for a moment, lips curling into a small, relieved smile. Ji-eun never needed to explain much. You always understood.
When she heard your calm, reassuring reply—I’ll be right there—she exhaled for the first time all afternoon.
You moved quickly after hanging up, slipping on your heels as you reached for your keys. It wasn’t the first time you’d been called in to play peacemaker, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Mingyu’s temper was legendary in corporate circles, but you knew how to navigate it. You’d seen him at his worst, frustrated, exhausted, carrying the weight of impossible expectations, but you also knew the man beneath it all.
The one who softened the second you walked into a room.
He’d never admit it in front of his staff, but the way he reached for you after days like this said everything.
The moment you stepped onto the executive floor, the energy shifted.
Heads turned. Shoulders relaxed. Relief swept through the room like a quiet wave. Whispers followed you as you walked—employees murmuring gratitude for the woman who could calm the storm that was Kim Mingyu.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you, Mrs. Kim,” Ji-eun said, standing from her desk with visible exhaustion. “He’s in his office and he’s miserable in there.”
You glanced through the glass wall. She wasn’t exaggerating. Mingyu sat rigid behind his desk, jaw clenched, brows drawn tight as his fingers tapped impatiently against a stack of documents.
You offered Ji-eun a small, reassuring smile before walking toward the door. You didn’t knock, Mingyu hated formalities when it came to you.
The sigh he let out was immediate.
“Did I not say I didn’t want to be disturbed?”
You smiled as you stepped inside. “Does that include me?”
His head snapped up at the sound of your voice.
Instantly, the tension drained from his posture. His shoulders eased. The sharp edge in his eyes dulled into something warm, unguarded. Without a word, he reached back and flicked a switch, the glass walls frosting over and sealing you both into privacu.
“What are you doing here, baby?” he asked softly.
You rounded the desk, and Mingyu turned fully in his chair to face you. Up close, you could see it—the way the day had worn him down, the cracks beneath the perfectly tailored suit.
You leaned in, brushing your fingers along his jaw before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. His shoulders sagged at the contact, tension melting instantly.
“You’re terrifying your employees,” you teased lightly.
“They’re dramatic,” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched.
“They’re scared,” you corrected, boxing him in by resting your hands on the armrests of his chair. “One of them looked like he was about to cry.”
He groaned, rubbing his face. “It’s not my fault they can’t handle pressure.”
“Mingyu,” you said softly, eyes locking with his. “You can be… intense.”
His hands slid to your waist. “You’re not scared of me.”
“That’s because I know you,” you replied, brushing his hair back. “The man who reads bedtime stories, spoils our kids, and eats my burnt pancakes without complaining.”
He laughed under his breath, pulling you closer until you were nearly in his lap. “I love those pancakes.”
“Liar,” you hummed playfully, trailing your fingers along the lapel of his blazer. “Maybe I should remind your staff that under all that brooding, you’re actually just a big softie.”
“Don’t you dare,” Mingyu warned, though the smirk tugging at his lips made the threat entirely hollow.
You laughed softly, leaning in to press another kiss to his mouth before pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “Then maybe try to be a little nicer?” you teased. “For me?”
He let out a slow sigh, clearly pretending to resist, but the way his hands tightened possessively at your waist gave him away. “Fine,” he said, voice mockingly begrudging. “But only because you asked so nicely.”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” you replied with a satisfied smile, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “Now take a break. Let me help you relax before you scare anyone else.”
hey, I wanted to request a Jeonghan x Reader, fluff + angsty thingy? thank you in advance doe 🫶🏻
I hope you like it! I had a brainstorm for it already lingering so this request was EXACTLY what I needed!
Synopsis: After a fight, Jeonghan brings home a Lego set and starts working on it right in front of you. Does he not want to talk about it?
Tags: Slight Angst, Established Relationship, NonIdol!AU, Fluff, One-shot
Length: aapprox. 2.9k words
Jeonghan x Reader - For You
The sound of the apartment door closing did not make you look up from your book on the couch. The kicking and thumping of shoes in the entryway only made you turn your pages, and the sound of footsteps entering the apartment didn’t even pull your eyes up.
It wasn’t until there was a commotion at the coffee table that you saw it being used. In front of you was Jeonghan, your boyfriend, pulling out a large Lego set. When his eyes shot up in your direction, you simply greeted him with a raise of your eyebrows and a flick of your eyes back down to your book, turning the page once again. A little hum was heard across from you, but you didn’t acknowledge it.
“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, though he was already doing so.
You took a deep breath. The coffee table always had the best space for Jeonghan’s Lego sets. “...Sure,” you said, but your eyes remained glued on one word in the book, rereading it multiple times to look indifferent. Jeonghan hummed in thanks.
You and Jeonghan had gotten into an argument earlier that way. Over what? You were too heated to remember. Something about work, because it was always about work when the two of you started fighting. After the shouting and the tears in your eyes, all you remember was storming into your room, and Jeonghan left minutes later. It took another twenty minutes of silence for you to exit the room, sitting on the couch where you’d remained ever since.
But Jeonghan plopping down at the coffee table without saying anything might be the thing to change that. The fight still sat heavy in your bones, your pillow still damp from hysterical crying on the phone to Joshua and Seokmin for an hour. And Jeonghan didn’t seem to care one bit.
He always kept to himself after a fight, using that space to cool down before the both of you talked it out. But wasn’t that why he left the house in the first place? When you turned the next page of your book, ending the chapter, your eyes lifted to him again. He was organizing his legos, eyes focused on the task at hand. He was reading the first set of instructions for his design. When your eyes fell to the box, you saw him place it under the coffee table and out of view.
The both of you sat in awkward silence for a little while, you trying your best to focus on the book in your hands while Jeonghan silently shuffled through plastic Lego pieces, the clicking sound echoing through the little apartment. Sitting in silence when there was so much tension was sickening, and you never understood how Jeonghan was able to do it so easily. How he was able to move on without so much as a word about it, a huff, not even an apologetic glance. His eyes were as neutral as they were beautiful and it was infuriating. Every time.
I can’t sit here. You thought to yourself when you saw Jeonghan sift through a little pile of white pieces. The sound of your book closing overtook the plastic clinking together momentarily, and Jeonghan’s eyes met yours once more. He blinked.
“Are you going inside?”
“I might.” You said.
Jeonghan blinked. Opening his mouth a few times, you thought he was finally going to utter some sort of an apology. Or beg you to sit and keep him company. Something that you could use to leverage a conversation about what happened. But he simply brushed his shoulder-length black hair out of his face and asked: “Can you hand me that piece?” he pointed to a red piece that had broken away from the rest when the pack first opened. With a sigh, you knelt and took the piece from the other end of the table, sliding it back over until it clinked against his waiting palm. “Thanks.” and with a nod, he simply returned to his work.
Almost dumbfounded, you stood there and watched as Jeonghan clicked the red piece into place. Wherever he worked on a new set you couldn’t help but be curious as to what he was making, but you simply avoided your gaze. The tension was still so palpable that you felt like you would choke on it. When would he put that down? It would only take a few seconds. Was that new set more important than-?
“Can you bring me that basket of extra Lego pieces in our closet?”
“Wh-?” the question almost made you stumble despite standing still, and you stared at him. “Your Lego basket?”
“Yeah. It’s in the closet right under.”
“I know where it is.” you huffed, slamming your book onto the couch and storming into the bedroom. You were unaware of how desperately you wanted to create some distance until your feet started moving. But when you scanned the bedroom, eyes falling right on the closet, you debated simply staying in the room and not bringing the bag out to him. He could easily come and get it himself, maybe it would pull him away from his new interest long enough to solve this awkward tension between you.
However, you felt your feet carry you to the closet, kneeling to pull out the little basket of extra Lego pieces he’d been collecting since long before the two of you got together. You could hear shuffling out in the other room, and like a magnet, you felt your feet spin and begin walking. I’ll just drop it and not say a word. I’m going inside. If he wants to play this game, I can too. And I’ll win.
Jeonghan looked up when he saw you bring the basket out, face still his neutral appearance of indifference. It seemed nothing on the table had changed, so whatever he needed, would hopefully be in the basket. As promised, you set the basket on the floor beside him without a word, not even a huff as you straightened your body. Jeonghan turned his head, peering into the basket curiously. The second his hand dipped in and he began digging, you saw his brows furrow in annoyance. But you weren’t going to let him win. You weren’t. You couldn’t.
You plopped yourself back down on the couch, kicking one leg over the other and grabbing your book. And just like that, the tension settled back over the two of you once again.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you knew that it was making your chest tighter and tighter with each passing minute. This game was always hard to play, even when Jeonghan wasn’t distracted with Legos or work or his phone. Just sitting in silence when so many unspoken things were settled between the both of you…neither of you dared to start the conversation, it seemed.
Jeonghan, however, had no problem talking. He opened the next bag and looked back up at you. “Can you pass me that green stem piece?”
Instinct kicked in, and you looked up from your book to search for the piece. “Where?” Jeonghan’s lips quirked into a smirk, watching as you covered your mouth and looked back at your book.
“Never mind,” he said, reaching and getting it himself. A beat of silence before he said: “You don’t have to sit in here with me.” Your eyes cast up to him. “If you don’t want to.”
Your frown tightened just a bit, thumbing through the pages of your book. You were here first why did you have to leave? Forget that one thought of leaving the room after bringing him his basket, it didn’t matter. Especially now that Jeonghan was practically telling you to leave! Pulling your growing frustration deep into your core, you simply pulled your feet up onto the couch and continued reading your book. Jeonghan hummed. “Alright, then.”
A few more clicks of Lego pieces and you looked up at him. He seemed to have gotten what looked to be a brown pot with red and white decorations half completed, and you tilted your head. He was as focused as ever, sifting between what he was given and the basket of extra just in case. You watched form behind your book as he moved seamlessly in one spot, muttering to himself as he clicked pieces together. Without realizing you were doing so, you slid off the couch and across from him on the coffee table, setting your book down. Jeonghan only glanced at you for a second, the corner of his lip quirking into a little smile before he continued working. It didn’t matter. You still weren’t talking to him. You just…the floor was more comfortable.
Maybe if I just stare at him, he’ll finally get the hint. You thought to yourself, eyes boring into him. He might just think I’m over it. However, the longer you stared, the harder you stared, Jeonghan just kept working. He didn’t even glance up at you again until you huffed in annoyance. With another couple of clicks, the brown pot was done. He opened another plastic bag of pieces and turned in the directions. You followed every movement, your eyes straining from how hard you were staring. No luck. Jeonghan was so stubborn when he wanted to be.
When Jeonghan leaned forward to get the next piece needed, you leaned forward as well. His eyes flickered to you for a second, and that second left you hopeful. But he simply looked back down at his work, and you wondered if that second of hopefulness reflected in your face. He thought everything was ok.
As silence returned to the coffee table, you watched his hands move and work. The longer you watched, the heavier your eyes felt. The heavier your eyes felt, the more they began to sting with the desire to relieve yourself of some of that heaviness. Some of the heaviness you’ve felt for hours since this stupid fight happened.
And he looks completely unaffected.
You inhaled to take a breath but didn’t realize how hard it shook your chest, causing you to immediately turn your head and cough. Out of the corner of your eye, Jeonghan’s hand stopped and he looked up at you. You covered your mouth with one hand, the other wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. Then, it happened. Jeonghan scooted around the coffee table until he was at your side, but you refused to look at him. You could feel his hand on the small of your back, and he softly said your name. You could hear the concern on the one word, the tone that indicated he knew he had waited far too long to start bringing this up. “Are you-?”
“Forget it, I’m fine.” You said. “Work on your thing, I’m good. Just swallowed…swallowed some air.” Despite not turning to see Jeonghan’s expression, you could tell he wasn’t convinced.
“C’mere,” he said, reaching his arm forward and pulling you closer to his side. You looked up at him as he tucked your head gently into his shoulder, his own resting on top. The hand that wasn’t now gently guiding your arm had reached back out to the instructions of the Lego set, pulling across the table and onto his lap. He thumbed the previous few pages, before whispering: “I think this set is missing some pieces. Should I take it back?”
“What?” you coughed out, tilting your head up. “Is that really what you’re so worried about?”
“Hm? What are you worried about?” he asked. He saw your eyes widen, and he responded by squeezing your bicep and setting the instructions aside. “Is it still bothering you?”
“Yeah, of course! How could it not?!” you shifted enough to get a good look at him. “You left for hours after and…for the past hour you’ve been home we haven’t….spoken anything of it. You’ve been working on this….like nothing happened!” Jeonghan was silent for a second, watching as you wiped your eyes.
“Mmmmm, well when I came home I saw how upset you were when you looked at me,” he said. “I thought I should wait until you felt ready to talk about it with me…”
“Aren’t you upset?” You asked.
“I guess.” he reached for a Lego, fiddling it in his free hand. “Being out cooled my head down a bit. I probably gave you more reason to be angry this time, so it wouldn’t be my place to decide when you’re ready to talk about it.” He chuckled. “I’m not very good at reading people, it seems.”
You sighed, reaching forward and taking the piece out of his hand, using your nail to easily snap off another piece that was attached. Jeonghan hummed. “Oh, that’s where it was.” he chuckled a bit, both of you now playing with identical plastic Lego pieces. You squeezed the piece in between your fingers, letting the ridges press into your flesh as you did so. “I’m sorry,” he said gently. “I just wanted you to feel ready to talk.”
“I’ve wanted to talk since you left….” you whispered, not looking at him as you continued to spin the piece in your hands. Jeonghan looked at you. “But whatever…it doesn’t matter anymore. I just want to forget about it.”
“You sure?” Jeonghan asked. “You look upset.” Despite that being true, you nodded your head, setting the piece back into his open palm. When he took it, his fingers curled around your own, turning it gently to place a kiss on your knuckles. “Then, do you want to help me finish this?”
“...What even is this?” You asked curiously. Jeonghan hummed, tilting his head.
“I want it to be a surprise,” he said.
“Oh come on…” you sighed. “After everything you put me through?” Jeonghan chuckled, leaning over to place a kiss on your temple.
“Yes,” he said. “I’m almost done with it, anyway. Can’t you tell?” He motioned to the pot sitting across from the both of you, then to what looked to be a stem and different colored petals.
“Flowers?” you asked, leaning forward with Jeonghan as he pulled the pieces closer to you. “Here. Can you get these round, red pieces? They’re going to make the petals.”
When you looked up at Jeonghan as he gave the request, you felt another deep breath take over your body. Only this time, your body didn’t curl in on itself or shake with violent coughs. You simply nodded your head, turning to shuffle through for the desired pieces.
The silence at the coffee table was still prevalent, but not as tense or uncomfortable as it was before. Despite neither of you taking the time to talk about what had transpired yet, having Jeonghan right at your side, gently chatting with you about the flowers, and clicking pieces together with you seemed to be enough to ease you for now. Even if things weren’t fully resolved at the moment, the way Jeonghan felt onto the small of your back with one hand, and leaned against you with an amused giggle as you both frantically tried to find desired pieces or snap them together, you knew things would be.
It took another hour and a half, the moon already hanging high over the apartment, when the flower pot was complete. You sighed, resting your elbow on the coffee table and looking over it with tired eyes. “It looks good,” you said.
“It does.” He agreed, only to take the set and pull it closer to you. You watched with curious eyes as he slid it close to you and smiled. “Here,” he said.
“What are you doing?” you asked, wrapping your hands around the base of the brown flower pot. Jeonghan shifted in his seat, eyeing you.
“They’re for you. Flowers.” he nodded.
“What?” you snorted. “These are flowers for me?”
“Yeah.” Jeonghan’s tongue poked from his lips, swiping along the bottom one briefly. “I was going to get you regular flowers, but those die,” he said simply. Reaching forward, he poked the red flower hidden within the plastic bouquet. “These won’t. Like my love for you…”
“Ah…” you felt your cheeks heat up, covering them with your hands. Jeonghan chuckled in amusement, his cheeks a lighter shade of pink once those words left his mouth. “That’s cheesy.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that.” you corrected. Jeonghan chuckled, watching as you examined the Lego set in your hands, a faint smile on your face.
“I am sorry for before,” he said again. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“...I’m sorry too…” you said, eyeing him. “I don’t even remember what we were fighting about.” Jeonghan shrugged.
“I don’t, either.” He said simply, pulling you back into his side. You set the flower pot back on the coffee table, currently surrounded by empty plastic bags and boxes that needed to be cleared away. “But it upset you, so it’s important enough to warrant an apology.”
“Mmm..” you nodded, pressing into his side. The both of you sat in silence for a minute, your eyes studying the flowers until you asked. “Do you have any other sets we can put together?”
Jeonghan let out an eager little hum, nodding his head. “I do, indeed,” he said, your smile matching his as you watched him get up from his seat. As you watched him walk away, you felt silence fall across the coffee table again. But this time, it didn’t feel tense or awkward at all.
hiiii are you taking requests? 🥹 i was wondering if you could write a fluffy second chance romance trope with mingyu x reader? 🫶🏻
I am so sorry this took a million years longer than I wanted! But it's all done and I hope you enjoy!! <3
Synopsis: Mingyu's job as an idol is very demanding, but you guys want to make it work.
Tags: Idol!Mingyu, Canon, Second Chances, Fluff, A bit of angst, Flashbacks
Length: approx. 3.2k words
Mingyu x Reader - The Good Easily Outweights the Bad
You were sitting on the couch, a book in your hand and a coffee on the end table. Your TV has been playing a shuffled mix of different songs, the ambiance changing from power ballads to Western indie pop, to whatever was the top-charting idol song in the past few weeks. You didn’t mind, though. It was a type of chaos you never minded, a type of chaos you preferred.
One that at times, you even missed.
A familiar rumbling of thunder came up on the television screen and you didn’t even need to look up from your book to feel your lips quirk up into a sad smile. When you did, however, it was just in time for the familiar piano sounds to click into view. A familiar chant was called into the screen, and the song began.
You set your book down, eyes focused solely on the song. MAESTRO by Seventeen was playing, their most recent comeback and it was one that frequently kept coming up in your song rotation. Mostly because you put it there.
Well, you and Kim Mingyu himself, that is.
“Have you seen it? Have you seen it?!” Mingyu was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he stood in front of your TV. You smiled up at him from the couch, lounged in your sweats and a large tee shirt - it was his - as he typed in the name of their newest video to the search bar.
“You told me to wait for you to come over, Gyu,” you said behind a giggle. Mingyu turned to you, laughing shyly as he remembered the request. Once the video was up, he walked to the couch, immediately plopping at your side and tugging you under his arm, resting his hand around your waist. Your eyes flickered up to him as the video began, amusement and fondness in your features as you turned back to the video.
Mingyu always liked playing his music when the two of you were together. Not because he was vain or expected praise, if anything it was the opposite. You would compliment his scenes and he’d blush; lopsided smile and all as he told you to ‘knock it off’. However, you never did, and he never protests under real stress. So, you assumed he played the videos because he liked being teased. And you liked to tease. It was good like that.
Mingyu hasn’t been to your apartment in a little over two weeks.
Not because you didn’t want him to be. You always wanted him to be. But it wasn’t possible, not the way it used to be. Mingyu’s job as an idol was demanding, especially with all of his success these past few years. From a brand ambassador who traveled the world, to a variety show participant, to a pop idol, Mingyu’s time was spread thin in his career. That meant little, if any, of that time was for you. And that killed you.
As the song came to an end, another was right on the horizon. It stayed like that for a good three or four songs, and you did not have the heart to change it. You made it louder. Maybe it was because it brought back good memories, of times when the two of you were still able to cuddle on the couch and watch music videos or TV until he had to go for the night. Or even better, until the two of you fell asleep on the couch and woke up in the middle of the night still cuddled up the way you had been.
You got up as the song changed once again, making your way into the kitchen. End tables and shelves were still littered with photos of the two of you, of you two with both his members and your friends. You knew after a month of not being involved with MIngyu anymore, you really should put them away. Not throw them out, but store them somewhere. But looking at them made you feel a bit of comfort, and you didn’t have enough time or money to go out knick-knack shopping for replacements. So there, the memories sat.
You opened the fridge, pulling out a tupperware of leftovers from the previous night. You popped open the plastic, the smell of leftover fried rice making your belly rumble and your mind race.
“Gyu, I’m starving, babe.” You whined, laying your head on the table. Mingyu chuckled from the counter, turning to look at the pan he was currently frying up rice in.
“I said we should order something in because it’s so late.” he reminded.
“But I haven’t seen you, and I missed your cooking.”
“And that is why I am currently in your kitchen, cooking.” He nodded. You sighed. “Ahh, don’t worry.” You heard footsteps crossing the little kitchen, and when you looked up from the table, Mingyu leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of your head. “It’ll be done in five minutes.”
“Alright, then I’ll set the table.” you said, getting up and heading over to your cabinets and grabbing two plates. You poked your head over at Mingyu as he returned to the cooking, smiling. “It smells good.”
Mingyu chuckled, almost shy at the compliment. “Thank you~.” he said.
Your fried rice wasn’t anything like his, but it was still good, and you popped it in the microwave to reheat. As you rested your hips on the counter, you scanned the empty apartment. It was usually empty, since you were the only one who lived there. But with Mingyu, it felt less empty. Not just because he was a towering gym rat who looked a bit beefier every time you saw him, but because his laugh echoed from the living room to the bedroom when he watched TV while you tried to sleep, or his shriek at the sight of a spider echoed from the balcony and most likely all the way back to HYBE.
Ready to Love started playing on the TV, and your eyes cast up to see the beginnings of the music video.
The beep of the microwave reclaimed your attention momentarily as you took out the food, grabbing a utensil and returning to the couch, nestling beside the book you left bent right down the middle as to not lose your place in it. The meal was quiet, minus the music playing on the TV. Most of them have been this past month when it was just you home for dinner. You popped the leftovers into your mouth, pursing your lips together.
“I have our first music show performance for maestro tomorrow.” Mingyu said, sliding his shoes on. “Why am I nervous?”
“You’re always nervous.” you chuckled, resting on the wall. “But you’ll do fine. I’ll be sure to vote, okay?” Mingyu turned to you and smiled.
“I’ll do my best if I know you’re watching.” He said. You nodded. “I’ll try to come by again soon, okay?”
“Don’t push yourself…” you said softly, and Mingyu’s smile dropped. Maybe it was because yours did as well, you could feel it in your face. He stepped closer, brushing some hair out of your face.
“I’ll try to come by again soon, okay?” he asked. “Our schedules are really packed but I will.”
“I know.” you said. Mingyu smiled, leaning down to offer a quick kiss. “I”ll text you when I get back home, and then go right back to sleep!” he pouted. “I don’t want to hear any of this nonsense that you were up all night gaming!”
“I won’t!”
“Wonwoo lives in my apartment, I will hear him.” he said. You laughed behind a hand, and Mingyu’s grin widened.
“Okay, okay. Goodnight, Gyu.” you said, watching as he grabbed the last of his things and headed out the door, offering one more glance and smile as he headed out the door.
His schedule really did pack up after that, from music shows to runways to modeling shoots. Everyone wanted a piece of Kim Mingyu, it seemed. Everyone including you. But you told yourself never to be selfish when it came to his career, it was in his life long before you. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.
Closing the tupperware, you returned to the kitchen and discarded it. Washing it would be a tomorrow you problem. You felt tired all of a sudden. You pressed your back onto the couch, finally clicking off the TV and really dropping the apartment into silence. Your book fell to the floor, but you left it, eyes cast up to the ceiling. Your felt your chest tighten, knowing tomorrow would be another day that Mingyu would be anywhere except here with you. You tried not to let it hurt, but God you just couldn’t help it.
“Think of something positive, something good.” You mumbled to yourself in the dim lighting of your apartment. You closed your eyes, rolling through the endless cavern of positive memories.
“It’s nice out tonight.” you said, leaning over the railing of your balcony and admiring the view. Mingyu had a few consecutive days off, and immediately rushed to spend them with you. You turned to him as he sipped a beer, resting comfortably on one of your outdoor chairs. He looked up at you and smiled.
“It is.” he said. After a second, he pulled out his phone, reaching up to angle it towards the sky. You stepped out of the way, allowing him uninterrupted access to the sky and stars above.
“Is this for Instagram?” you asked curiously. Mingyu laughed, his shoulder shaking a bit.
“Maybe.” he said. A few more taps on his phone, and without looking up, he moved his hand in your direction. You watched him motion for you to take a few steps towards him. “I want one of you.”
“What?” you asked. “You can’t post that.” Despite your protest, you were already shifting yourself.
“I won’t.” he assured. You tilted your head, but Mingyu only grinned. “Smile.”
“Gyu-.”
“I’ll be in Europe for a while…I want something to look at when I miss you.”
You felt your heart swell, a smile forming on your face as Mingyu snapped the picture. He turned it around to examine the results, nodding. “Perfect..”
When you took your next breath, it was shaky. Not the best memory to recall it seemed. They had just gone on their Europe trip, making appearances in both Paris for UNESCO and London for Glastonbury. Both of which were big opportunities, wonderful opportunities that Mingyu talked about endlessly with you when he and the other members found out. However, with rehearsals and travel preparations, your limited time with Mingyu decreased even more.
And then you had to do it.
“A break?” Mingyu asked. “Wh-why?”
“I just think it’s best.” you said softly. “You have a lot going on and I don’t want to tie you down.” You leaned back in your chair, sighing. “Just while your schedule is full. I want you to focus on that, and when-.” you paused. “If things calm down, then-.”
“When has that ever happened successfully?” Mingyu asked. There was no malice in his words, not even all that much hurt. He just genuinely sounded like he wanted to know when ‘a break’ has worked, as if knowing it has worked will make a difference in if it will this time.
“Gyu…” you sighed. “I just want you to do your job without anything tying you down…”
Mingyu didn’t put up much of a fight after that, finally agreeing that, for now, his focus should be on his upcoming intense schedules. He slipped on his shoes, turned to you with a smile and kiss goodbye as usual, and left the apartment. Neither of you have spoken since.
You felt your throat close up, wiping your eyes. Mingyu would be home from that schedule, if he wasn’t already. Usually, he’d fly directly to your apartment and cling to you for hours, maybe even all night.
“I missed you so much!”
“I missed you too, Gyu! Tell me everything!!”
That wouldn’t happen this time.
Just as you regained yourself, closing your eyes to try and get some sleep, there was a knock at your door. Your head snapped over, breath stilling. A second passed, and there was another knock, followed by a deep familiar voice calling out your name.
“M-mingyu?!” You called, sitting up. You swung your legs over the side of the couch, getting up and padding over to the door. In one swift motion the door was unlocked and flung open, Mingyu standing there out of breath. “What are you doing? Did…did you run here?”
“I had to.” he said. “I… we got back yesterday, I would have come then if I didn’t crash on the couch as soon as I got home and-.”
“Gyu, wait.” You said, reaching out to take his hand. “C-come in…come in…” Mingyu sighed, walking in and closing the door behind him. “You look so out of breath. Do you want water?”
“Ah, yes. Please…” he said. You spun to head into the kitchen, motioning him into the living room as he trudged in, plopping himself down. “Yeesh! I forgot how far your apartment is from me.” A chuckle escaped your lips as you grabbed a water bottle, walking over to the couch and passing it to him. “Thanks…” he cracked it open and took a long sip.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, not intending for it to come out as harsh at it did. Mingyu looked up at you, and that was when you saw a plastic bag at his side. Your features softened almost immediately at the familiar convenient store logo. His lips quirked up into a smile.
“It’s only been a few weeks. You know I bring our favorite convenient store meal every time I come back from a long trip.” He leaned over, opening the bag and pulling out chips, ice creams, rice balls, and ramen. You opened your mouth to speak, but Mingyu was already a step ahead. “I know what you said before I left…” he said. “I tried to stay away, or at least call and ask if I could come by. But…it just didn’t feel right to not come here right away.” he looked at you.
“Oh…”
He motioned the ramen cups to you. “I won’t stay long. But at least humor me and eat some, hm?”
With only a bit of leftover fried rice in your system, you were weak to refuse. Taking the cups, you returned to the kitchen one final time, Mingyu following behind the store the ice cream for later.
The kitchen was quiet as the two of you sat at the table, waiting for your ramen cups to cook. Mingyu drummed his finger along the table.
“I saw the photos.” you said quickly. “And the performances. You guys were amazing.”
MIngyu looked almost shocked. “You actually watched them?”
“Of course,” you chuckled. “I told you I would.”
“Yeah, but that was before…” Mingyu trailed off. You sighed, looking down at your hands.
“I know.” you said. “But I still promised.” Mingyu chuckled a bit. Another long silence, and you sighed.
“Mingyu, I’m sorry.” you said. His eyes shot up as the words tumbled out of your mouth a bit faster than you had intended, if you had intended at all. But they were out now. “I…was so stupid.”
“Stupid? No, come on now.” he said. “Don’t say that.”
“No, I was.” you said. “You make every effort to keep me in your life, even when you’re busy and I toss it all away for no reason.” you sighed. “The minute I said that we needed a break I wanted to take it back but I didn’t know if I could at that point.”
Mingyu was silent for a second, opening his ramen cup. The steam rose and hit his cheeks, and he smiled. Grabbing his chopsticks, he stirred, leaning back in his chair to talk. “I talked to Jeonghan and Shua about it while we were away.” he said. “And I had time to think about it myself, too.”
“Oh?” You frowned. Jeonghan and Joshua were his best friends, not yours. You knew if it was appropriate, they’d side with him in a heartbeat. And it was definitely appropriate. “What did they say?”
“Well.” he took a bite of his food and chewed, processing his thoughts before he said. “They told me that it made sense why you felt that way. And that neither of us are in the wrong, but both of us were stressed with my schedules.” He shrugged. “So, I told myself I’d give you space when I came back.” he smiled. “Wait until my schedules calmed a bit and then go from there.”
“So-.” you motioned to the ramen and snacks in the fridge. “Why didn’t you?”
He chuckled, a bit of pink on his cheeks as he replied: “I just missed you too much.”
You felt yoru breath catch in your throat at hose words, inhaling a deep breath. “I missed you too. Even though it’s only been a few weeks.” Mingyu chuckled.
“I know.” he said. “We’ve been apart longer, but for some reason these few weeks felt unbearable.” he set his chopsticks down, licking his lips. “Maybe because I’m usually so used to knowing that you’d be here when I got back.” You chuckled. “I was worried you’d slam the door in my face.”
“Oh, come on, what do you take me for?” you pouted, and Mingyu threw his head back to laugh.
“I know.” he assured. A deep breath. “I’d…like to try again, though.” he said. “I don’t want to be on a break.” he said. “If you really feel strongly about it…I won’t dare push you.” he shook his head. “But, regardless, I hope that until we figure everything out, I can still come by from time to time.”
“Ah, Gyu…” you sighed, finally reaching out to mix your own ramen. “I want to try again too.” His eyes sparkled a bit from across the table as he took another bite into his mouth. “Like I said, the minute I suggested it…I wanted to take it back. I’m sorry…”
Mingyu got up, ramen up and all, pulling him chair to your side and sitting beside you. When you looked up, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead.
“Just don’t let your ramen get cold, and I’ll forgive you.” he teased. “Or at the very least, give it to me.” You chuckled, resting against his shoulder.
“...So, tell me everything that happened in Europe.” you said, putting a bite of food in your mouth. “I heard your pants ripped.” He groaned.
“Do we have to start with that?” he asked, and you covered your mouth to laugh.
“I got these for you!!” Mingyu outstretched a convenient store bag in your direction. When you looked down, you saw ramen, chips, and ice cream inside. He had just gotten home from the Be the Sun tour the day before, and since you couldn’t meet him at the dorms or the airport, he promised to come to you once he was fully unpacked. “I thought we could snack and I’ll tell you all about the tour!”
You smiled, reaching out and taking the bag, setting it aside before pulling Mingyu into a tight hug. He immediately returned it, hands squeezing around your waist as he nestled into your hair. “I missed you so much.” he said.
“I missed you too, Gyu.” you said. Pulling back, you looked up at him. “Tell me everything!”
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Summary: You’ve never celebrated your birthday. Not because you don’t want to, but because no one ever made it special. Jeonghan knows this, and when the day comes, he has something different planned. A quiet rooftop, glowing lights, and a boy who wants you to know that you’re worth celebrating.
Your birthday had always felt like any other day, and after years of learning not to expect anything, you stopped thinking about it altogether.
But Jeonghan was different.
When you walked into the apartment that evening, you found him leaning casually against the kitchen counter, a teasing smile already tugging at his lips.
“You’re late,” he said, crossing his arms. “I was starting to think you forgot about me.”
You gave him a small smile, setting your bag down. “Sorry. Work was hectic.”
“Mhm.” He tilted his head, studying you closely. “Big day today, huh?”
Your brows furrowed. “Big day?”
He hummed, pretending to think. “I don’t know… just feels like today’s special, doesn’t it?”
You shook your head with a soft laugh. “Not really. Just a normal Tuesday.”
Something flickered in his expression, but he didn’t push. Instead, he walked over, ruffling your hair gently before whispering,
“Get changed. I’m taking you somewhere.”
You blinked. “Where?”
He smirked. “You’ll see.”
Half an hour later, you found yourself following Jeonghan up a narrow staircase that led to the rooftop of his friend’s apartment building.
“Jeonghan, what are we doing?” you asked, breathless from the climb.
“Trust me,” he said over his shoulder, and something in his voice made you obey without question.
When you finally reached the top, he paused, covering your eyes with his hands.
“Jeonghan…”
“Shh.” His voice was soft now, a rare tenderness replacing his usual playful tone. “No peeking.”
He guided you carefully across the roof until he stopped.
“Okay,” he whispered, leaning close. “Open your eyes.”
You did. And your breath hitched.
The rooftop was transformed into a quiet little wonderland.
Fairy lights were strung across the railings, softly glowing against the night sky. A small table sat in the center, holding a single cake, two cups, and a little bouquet of wildflowers. Beyond that, the city lights stretched endlessly, reflecting the stars above.
You blinked rapidly, trying to take it all in. “Jeonghan… what is this?”
He slipped his hands into his pockets, suddenly looking shy despite the proud smile on his face. “It’s your birthday, Y/N.”
Your lips parted, but no words came out.
“I know you don’t celebrate,” he continued gently, taking a step closer. “And I know why.” His voice softened even more. “But I wanted to change that. At least for tonight.”
You swallowed hard, trying to fight the sudden sting in your eyes. “You… didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to,” he said simply, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You deserve to be celebrated, Y/N. Not just today, but every day.”
For a moment, you couldn’t move. The warmth in his gaze, the softness in his voice. It was too much. Your chest felt heavy, but in the best way.
Jeonghan smiled, leaning closer to whisper,
“Make a wish.”
You looked down at the little cake, its single candle flickering softly in the breeze. And for the first time in years, you actually thought of something to wish for.
After blowing out the candle, you turned to him, and before you could stop yourself, you wrapped your arms around him. He froze for a second, then melted into the hug, his hand settling at the back of your head.
“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured against your hair, his tone gentle but teasing. “I like spoiling you.”
You laughed softly, pulling back just enough to see his grin, that mischievous little curve of his lips that always gave him away.
“Happy birthday, love”, he said, his voice low and warm.
And under the soft glow of the city lights, with Jeonghan’s arm around your shoulders and the stars stretched endlessly above you, you realized something you’d never thought before: maybe birthdays weren’t so bad after all.
───── ABOUT seeing the love of your life after one month, it was only fair for you to allow yourself to cry again
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A/N: this is so self indulged because I def did not keep my promise of 'im not gonna cry when there's another update' (╯︵╰,) | @hanniescookie 🤍
The camera in your hands clicked, capturing yet another beautiful sight of your fiancé, Jeonghan.
You lean away, admiring the picture before lifting your gaze to look at him with a satisfied smile. Jeonghan’s head turned to your direction in the slightest way, the desperation to leave this ceremony and run to you noticable in his expression—scrunched nose, droopy eyes and a tired, but disciplined posture.
A soft laugh escaped your lips. As his eyes turned completely to catch a glimpse of you, you took the opportunity to tease him even more.
With a fond, yet teasing smile, you wink flirtatiously. His eyes go wide ever so slightly before he snaps his head to look ahead, his neck and ear turning red as he bites his lower lip to prevent a smile.
You laugh heartily, lifting your camera to capture the lovely sight.
All of a sudden, he is too focused on the senior officer’s speech with his posture straightened. He refused to look at you after that again.
After an hour or two, the ceremony had finally come to an end as everyone began to leave the ground and enter their cabins. Some of them were leaving to meet their visitors. You were requested to wait for Jeonghan on the other side of the ground, and you gladly listened because it was starting to become crowded.
While waiting, you took out your camera and admired each and every photo you have taken of him with a giddy smile.
Damn, you might’ve been a photographer in your past life.
“Oh wow, your fiancé is one of a kind.”
You flinched at the sudden voice behind you, ready to fight the menace who decided it would be a good idea to leave you startled. Only to realise that it was your menace—purposely making his voice deeper to sound like a middle aged man.
Closing your eyes tightly and pressing your lips in a thin line, you take a deep breath. Jeonghan giggled, craning his neck to look at your face, a tender smile on his lips.
You wanted to glare at him with the intention to tease, but the moment your eyes caught his, you paused.
As if your mind had stopped forming your next words, as if your eyes had stolen a glimpse of a rare star—your whole body froze.
For the first time after an entire month, the love of your life was before your eyes, just one touch away. It felt like a dream—to be able to stare and drown in his deep brown eyes again, to be able to have him so close to you again.
Before you could realise, your vision gradually blurred and tears began to roll down your cheeks uncontrollably. You covered your mouth, turning away from him, overwhelmed by your emotions.
“Hey, hey,” His tone shifted to his usual soft, full of affection, and he reached out urgently to turn you to face him. Without a second thought, his arms wrapped around your body in a gentle but protective manner, pulling you against his chest.
“Love, angel, you promised you wouldn't cry,” he whispered, cradling your head with one hand and patting your lower waist with another. Your cries weren't loud, but soft and tinted with yearning and love.
Yes, you did promise him that you wouldn't shed a single tear when you saw him. Yes, you did break it just a few hours ago as you arrived to watch his graduation ceremony. And a million times yes, your love for him runs so deep, so completely, that your heart finds its truest strength not in stoicism, but in vulnerability before him, allowing you to also embrace all of him—his perfections and imperfections.
“You’re gonna make me weep too now,” he playfully teased, hoping to earn a chuckle from you (which he did).
After a few good minutes of embracing his warmth, you gained control over your emotions and leaned back.
“I broke my promise,” you sniff, wiping your tears away. You kept your gaze on the ground, unable to find the courage to look at him again.
“It’s okay. Just look at me, love,” he urged softly, taking a step forward as one of his hands held yours and the other cupped your cheek. “You know I hate to be the reason for your tears.”
Your heart melted at his words, and you lifted your gaze to meet his eyes.
“It’s not that,” you mumbled, trying to cover yourself up from the embarrassment.
“I know it's because this is the first time in a while that you've seen my handsome face again.” Jeonghan grinned at the way your lips twitched to smile.
“Nevermind, I wasted my tears for you.” You pretend to sulk, turning away. He is quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, leaving a soft kiss on your neck. You felt goosebumps under his gentle touch, and closed your eyes tightly to stop the tears from flowing again.
“I missed you.” He confessed, a deep sigh leaving his lips as if he had been waiting forever to say that.
“Y’know, I saw you in my dreams everyday and it kinda freaked me out because I thought something was wrong with me,” he added with a smile, earning a giggle from you. “But then I realised it was just because I missed you so much.”
“You sound like an obsessive ex.” You chuckled. But deep down, you absolutely adored how he worded his feelings. You were special to him. Really, really special.
“You mean an obsessive fiancé,” he craned his neck and pecked your cheek.
“I think I'm more obsessive,” you sighed, fidgeting with the engagement ring on his ring finger.
“Hm? That can't be—”
“I hug jjongtoram thinking it's you. I sprayed your cologne on it a little and that kinda freaked me out because I felt like an obsessive stalker,” you giggled, mimicking his earlier words. “But then I realised it's just my heart that misses you so much.”
You didn't have to turn around to know that Jeonghan was smiling, almost shyly.
“That's kinda scary, baby, but it's okay since we're about to get married.” He joked to cover up the way he was blushing by your words, tightening his grip around you.
“Hey! That's romantic.” You defended.
Jeonghan’s gaze dropped to the camera in your hands, and he remembered that you had taken pictures earlier. (99.9% are all his)
“Okay my romantic lover, may you show me the pictures you took earlier please?” He asked playfully, placing both of his hands on top of yours.
“That's not a cool way to call your future wife,” you argued, pouting. He tilted his head, confused.
“Why not? Isn't it cute?”
“I prefer ‘my obsessive romantic lover' more.” You declare proudly, causing Jeonghan to break into laughter.
Obviously, it became your default pet name whenever you’d do something that made him blush. He has to find a way out of getting teased for being so down bad, right?
pairing- boyfriend jeonghan x f! readers genre- fluff,rom-com sorta, slice of life, established relationship and just jeonghan teasing you a lot. wc-0.8k synopsis- just a late night rush for ramen with your boyfriend.
2:32 AM
The street is almost empty, lit by tired streetlights and the faint glow of one stubborn ramen shop still open at the corner.
You are running in rush.
Jeonghan is behind you, laughter already slipping into his voice as he tries to keep up.
“Hey,” Jeonghan calls out, breathless but amused. “You do realize we could just go tomorrow.”
You glance back, ponytail swinging. “If they close before I get tonkotsu ramen, I will never forgive you.”
“I did not cause this,” he says, wheezing slightly. “This is your midnight craving speaking.”
“It is a medical emergency,” you reply seriously. “Move faster.”
Jeonghan laughs, long and helpless, and somehow finds the energy to sprint the last few steps with you. You burst through the door together, the bell chiming wildly above your heads.
The cook looks up. The clock on the wall reads 2:33 AM.
Jeonghan bows immediately, polite even while panting.
“Sorry. Please. One bowl. Two people. We will eat very fast.” Jeonghan says.
You nod enthusiastically beside him, hands pressed together like you are praying.
The cook sighs, then gestures toward the counter seats.
You grab Jeonghan’s sleeve and drag him forward before the offer can be revoked.
“Hey,” Jeonghan protests lightly, nearly stumbling. “I agreed. You don’t have to abduct me.”
You slide onto the stool first, then pat the seat next to you. “Sit. Before he changes his mind.”
Jeonghan sits, shoulders brushing yours. He exhales deeply, resting his elbows on the counter.
“Worth the cardio,” he says. “I think I pulled something.”
“You are thirty,” you reply. “Act accordingly.”
“Rude,” Jeonghan says, smiling anyway.
The cook sets down a massive bowl of tonkotsu ramen between you. The broth is rich and pale, steam rising thickly. Two big slices of pork rest on top, glossy and tender, with soft boiled eggs cut perfectly in half.
Your eyes light up.
“Oh my god,” you whisper reverently.
Jeonghan leans closer, voice solemn. “She is beautiful.”
You snort.
Jeonghan slides the bowl slightly closer to you without comment, then breaks the chopsticks and hands them to you first. His movements are unhurried, careful.
“It’s hot,” he says gently. “Don’t burn your mouth like last time.”
“That happened once,” you say defensively.
“It happened every time,” Jeonghan replies.
You dip your chopsticks in immediately, blowing on the noodles before taking a bite. Your shoulders relax the second the broth hits your tongue.
You hum, eyes closing.
Jeonghan watches you, chin resting in his hand, clearly pleased.
“That sound,” he says. “That’s how I know it was worth running.”
You open one eye. “You didn’t even eat yet.”
“I like watching you eat,” he replies casually. “You look less stressed.”
Your face warms, but you hide it by slurping loudly.
You freeze. “Sorry.”
Jeonghan laughs, shaking his head. “No. That’s correct ramen etiquette. Very professional.”
You grin and take another bite, this time more confidently.
Jeonghan finally eats, but slower than you. He tears off a piece of pork and places it into your bowl without asking.
You glance at him. “That’s yours.”
“You like the pork more,” he says simply.
“You also like the pork.” you replied.
“I like you more,” Jeonghan replies, then pauses. “That sounded smoother in my head.”
You laugh, leaning your shoulder into his. “You’re such a clown.”
“An effective one,” he says proudly.
Halfway through, you slow down, hands resting around the bowl. Jeonghan notices immediately.
He nudges his water toward you.
“Drink.” he says softly.
You obey without thinking, taking a few sips.
“Thank you,” you murmur.
Jeonghan shrugs. “I am a caretaker by nature.”
“You spilled coffee on yourself yesterday,” you remind him.
“That was unrelated,” he says seriously.
Your foot hooks around his ankle under the counter, absentminded. He shifts closer instead of pulling away.
The shop grows quieter as the cook cleans behind the counter. The clock ticks toward closing.
Jeonghan glances at it, then back at you.
“Best decision of the day?” he asks.
You look at the empty bowl, then at him. His hair is a little messy from running, eyes soft with fatigue.
“Yes,” you say honestly. “I needed this.”
He smiles, small and real. “Me too.”
When you stand, Jeonghan stands first, reaching for your coat. He helps you slip into it, tugging the collar into place.
“Arms up,” he says gently.
You comply, smiling.
Outside, the night is quiet again. The door clicks shut behind you.
Jeonghan slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. His warmth sinks into you immediately.
“You know,” he says thoughtfully, “if you run for ramen every night, I will have to train.”
You laugh. “You would.”
“I would,” he agrees. “For you. And the pork.”
You walk down the street together, tired and full and smiling, the world hushed around you.
The ramen was incredible.
But being here, at 2:32 in the morning, unmasked and laughing together, feels even better.
content: fluff, established relationship, late night conversation, soft affection
the hotel room is quiet in that soft way late nights always are. warm lamps, the hum of the air conditioner, the faint sounds of the city somewhere far below. it’s almost one in the morning. chan is sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders relaxed, hair messy from a long day, t-shirt slightly wrinkled from practice. he looks tired, but not in a bad way. just the kind of tired that comes after doing something you love for hours.
you’re standing nearby, brushing out your hair, moving slowly because the day drained you too.
he’s been quiet for a while. when you glance at him through the mirror, you notice he’s looking at you.
not casually. really looking.
“what?” you mumble, a small smile already tugging at your mouth.
he doesn’t answer right away. just tilts his head a little, eyes soft in that thoughtful way he gets when something is sitting on his mind.
“nothing,” he says quietly.
you narrow your eyes. “that’s not a nothing look.”
he lets out a small breath of a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck before looking down at his hands for a second. “i was just thinking,” he says.
you walk over, stopping between his knees, arms loosely folded. “that’s dangerous.”
he snorts softly at that. then he looks up again. and this time his gaze is a little heavier. warmer.
“i think i like nights like this the most,” he says.
you tilt your head. “doing nothing?”
“doing nothing with you.”
it’s such a simple sentence it almost knocks the air out of your chest. the room stays quiet for a second, the lamp behind him casting a soft glow along his cheekbones.
“you’re cheesy today,” you tease, though your voice is softer now.
“i’m serious,” he says immediately, reaching out and resting his hands lightly on your waist, thumbs brushing absentmindedly against the fabric of your shirt. “today was loud. practice, everyone talking at the same time…”
he glances around the room. “but this?” he says. “this is nice.”
you study him for a moment. the relaxed shoulders, the sleepy eyes, the way his hands are still loosely holding onto you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“you’re getting soft, lee chan.”
he smiles at that, a small one that barely lifts one corner of his mouth.
“only with you.”
your fingers slide into his hair without thinking, pushing the messy strands away from his forehead. he leans into the touch immediately, eyes fluttering shut for a second like a cat getting petted.
“tired?” you ask.
“a little.”
“we should sleep then.”
“in a minute.”
his hands tighten just enough to pull you closer until you’re standing right between his knees. his cheek presses lightly against your stomach, arms loosely wrapping around your waist. you laugh quietly, surprised by the sudden affection.
“chan.”
“mm.”
“what are you doing?”
his voice comes out muffled against your shirt.
“hugging you.”
“on my stomach?”
“it’s comfortable.”
you shake your head, but your hands move to his hair again anyway, scratching lightly at his scalp.
he melts instantly.
“see?” he murmurs. “this is what i mean.”
“what?”
he tilts his head back just enough to look up at you. his eyes are soft. sleepy. warm in a way that makes your chest feel full. “this is my favorite part of the day.”
you blink. “you saying that because you’re tired.”
“no,” he says, shaking his head slightly. “i’m saying it because when everything stops and it’s just us… it feels like i can breathe again.”
for a moment neither of you say anything. you lean down, pressing a gentle kiss into his hair.
“you’re really soft tonight,” you murmur.
he hums contentedly. “don’t tell the guys.”
you laugh under your breath. “your secret is safe with me.”
his arms tighten around your waist just a little more. “good,” he says quietly.
and for a long moment, neither of you move, just standing there in the quiet hotel room, wrapped around each other while the night slowly settles in.
you’re finishing working on a report when the front door opens and wonwoo walks in. you watch as he takes off his shoes and aligns them neatly by the wall, before dropping his keys in the bowl and making his way straight to you.
you don’t even get to set your laptop aside before he does it for you, proceeding to take up all the space on your thighs like it’s free real estate.
“what’s up, you big baby?” you ask, running your hand through his silky hair. he sinks into you even more, if it’s possible. then mumbles something you don’t quite understand.
“what?”
“i missed you.”
“you were gone for just a few hours, wonu.”
“and i missed you every single one of them.”
he’s always clingy when he’s drunk. it manifests differently every time. some days, he won’t stop talking. some days, he’s more physical, not letting you go till you give up whatever you were doing and cater to his whims. and sometimes, it’s like this, the best of both worlds.
“did you not have fun today?”
“i did. but i wish you’d been there with me.”
“you shouldn’t say that, baby. you met your friends after so long, right? besides, it was a boys’ party. i had no business being there.”
“i could’ve snuck you in,” wonwoo mumbles, serious. you take his glasses off for him and place them on the coffee table, next to your laptop. “could’ve disguised you. glasses and a trench coat. no one would recognize you.”
“i would stand out very much,” you insist, finding the notion of his idea of a disguise extremely funny. “people would wonder why you were making out with someone looking like that.”
“you just don’t believe in me enough.”
you pull away, grabbing wonwoo’s face gently so that you can see him clearly. he looks right at you, unwavering.
“what’s wrong, baby? why did you miss me so much? we see each other nearly every day. did something happen?”
“i realized…” wonwoo clears his throat. “i realized our time on earth is limited. so i need to make the most of it. and i want to spend it all with you.”
the way he says it—serious, giving each word the same importance—undoes something in you. the knot in your chest which you didn’t even know had formed loosens like it was cut. you let out a sigh and drop your head, forehead knocking against his. “and i thought something happened to you.”
“yeah. you did. and i always want you in my life. don’t you?”
so this is the stage where he starts getting tired. your usually reserved wonwoo, always careful with his words, lets loose a little. "i do, too," you smile at wonwoo, patting his head. he closes his eyes and sinks into your touch like a content cat.
“marry me,” he mumbles, so soft that you almost miss it. you wait for him to repeat himself, and he does. “sweetheart?”
“is that you asking me? or is it the drinks?”
“i’ve been searching for a good time to do it,” wonwoo says, hushed, like he’s telling you a secret. “but i realized there really wasn’t one specific moment i was looking for. because every moment with you feels right.”
when you don’t reply, wonwoo blinks.
“shut up,” you say.
“i didn’t say anything.”
“i think you said enough,” you say, biting your lip to stop that pesky tear from sliding down your cheek.
“this is supposed to be a happy moment,” he says, frowning, reaching up to cup your face.
“i am happy,” you protest, chuckling a little.
the sound brings a smile to wonwoo’s lips. “good. i’ll let you finish your work, then,” he says, sitting up to fetch your laptop and set it beside you.
“that’s very gracious of you.”
“i’m a very gracious person,” he agrees, closing his eyes and settling in right next to you.
you thread your fingers through his as you scroll through your report once again. there’s always going to be work to do. spreadsheets to fill. laundry to do. taxes to file. mails to write.
but there’s always going to be wonwoo by your side, too.
pairing: hong joshua x fem!reader
synopsis: you were having a terrible day. but when a stupidly pretty barista messes up your order, he somehow makes everything better.
wc: ~2.1k
genre: fluff, meet cute, non idolverse au
warnings: some cursing, joshua is a flirty menace, jun and mingyu are trying their best, not proofread (sorry for typos ;-;)
a/n: i'm so down bad for a flirty joshua hehehe. bro had me thinking of his pretty privilege since the buzzfeed thirst tweet video. as always, i hope you enjoy <3
today was not your day.
your boss had just dumped five extra articles on your desk to screen before release, as if you didn’t already have enough to deal with. people were practically screaming in your ear all day over some dumb argument (was the internet really debating whether or not pineapple belongs on garlic bread?). twitter was blowing up. how was this headline worthy? you lost count of how many times you rolled your eyes.
jun, one of your coworkers, accidentally ate the sad excuse of a sandwich you had packed for yourself for lunch. he apologized profusely and offered to buy you a meal another day because he genuinely thought your tupperware covered in cats was his. honest mistake.
you could have held a grudge, but jun was too sweet to stay mad at for long. and honestly, you were a little surprised he was still standing considering your sandwich probably tasted terrible. you were so busy that you had not gone grocery shopping in a hot minute, which meant your fridge contained nothing but cucumbers, ketchup, and white bread. maybe he was actually doing you a favour. you decide to let him save his money.
then there was mingyu, the new intern. lovable, eager, always trying his best. he spilled his drink all over your keyboard. which meant you had to stand in the IT line for god knows how long, only to be told you needed to submit a request for a new one.
so goes the life of working as a reporter in a busy bullpen.
you sigh out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as you finally step off the elevator and out of the cursed building, taking a deep breath of fresh air. that is, until you inhale a lungful of exhaust from the nearest car.
just wonderful.
now you have a pounding headache and smoke-filled lungs to top it all off. fantastic.
you decide, very rationally, that you need a sweet treat to soothe your trauma. yes. that will fix everything. you will crash out otherwise.
there was a cafe nearby that opened recently. you pass it every morning on your way to work but never had the time to check it out. you liked its vibe though: warm lights, plants in the windows, people inside who looked like they had never had to fight for their lives against a broken printer.
you make a beeline for it.
once inside, you head straight to the self-serve kiosk, swiping through the menu. everything looks dangerously good. this might become your new favourite place if the flavour delivers too. you settle on a madeleine and a strawberry matcha latte.
yes. that will hit.
you tap your phone against the screen to pay, grab the receipt with your order number, and look around for a seat. thankfully it’s not too crowded. there’s only one barista behind the counter, back turned to you as he works the espresso machine.
the ambience is calm. dim lighting. real greenery. fairy lights strung across the walls. warm and welcoming in a way the bullpen will never be.
you claim a table in the corner.
when your order number is called, you practically bounce to the counter. you didn’t realize how hungry you were until now.
but your face falls the second you reach the counter.
that is definitely not what you ordered.
instead of your strawberry matcha latte and madeleine, there’s a canelé covered in chocolate and a cafe latte staring back at you.
you frown.
you clear your throat. “excuse me.”
the barista is grinding coffee beans like the grinder owes him money, and doesn’t hear you. you try again, louder this time, but he still fails to react. you can feel your eye twitch.
you are this close to losing it.
it’s been a long day. you don’t want to snap at some poor unsuspecting barista, but you swear this might be your final straw. your breaking point. you were so pissed off and—
your brain short circuits the moment he turns around.
because holy shit.
that face could end wars. sleeves rolled up to reveal elegant wrists, and forearms with veins you wanted to trace with your fingertips. his sparkling eyes held the stars of the universe, and suddenly your bad day felt very, very small.
and just like that, you can’t even remember why you were peeved in the first place.
“hi,” he says softly, blinking at you. “sorry about that. did you need something?”
you force your brain to reconnect.
“i-” you stutter, completely derailed. “i don’t think this is my order.”
he looks down at the tray, then back up at you. his eyes linger a second too long, and the corners of his mouth lifts. you try to ignore how pretty his lips are.
“really?” he tilts his head slightly. “i guess you don’t exactly look like a cafe latte person.”
you narrow your eyes. “what does that even mean?”
“i don’t know,” he says easily. “you look like you would enjoy a strawberry matcha instead.”
“for your information,” you say, lifting your receipt, “i ordered a strawberry matcha latte. and a madeleine.”
his eyes flick to the receipt, then back to you. and then he smiles again. you press your lips together, trying not to smile back. you were supposed to be mad for crying out loud.
“yeah,” he nods. “that makes more sense.”
“what does?”
“you give me strawberry matcha vibes.”
you stare at him. “that is not a thing.”
“it is now.”
“and what exactly are strawberry matcha vibes?”
he pretends to think about it. “sweet, but not too sweet. a little unexpected. looks soft but could probably ruin someone’s day if provoked.”
your mouth falls open slightly. “i would not ruin someone’s day.”
he raises a brow. “you looked two seconds away from ruining mine.”
you pause. he wasn’t wrong.
he grins like he just scored a point.
“well, you didn’t hear me when i tried to get your attention.” you say.
“also true.” he winces. “i’m usually better at noticing pretty things in front of me.”
your jaw actually drops. this guy had lines.
and then he clears his throat, eyes flicking away for half a second. “sorry. that sounded much smoother in my head.”
you raise a brow, attempting to regain control of the situation. “so, did you give my order away?”
“i did,” he admits easily. “in my defence, they picked it up with a lot of confidence.”
“that’s not a defence.”
“i know.” he leans forward slightly on the counter. “but i’m hoping my customer service smile makes up for it.”
it does. it absolutely does.
“you flirt with all the customers whose orders you mess up?” you ask.
“only the ones who look like they like strawberry matcha.”
you hate how warm your face feels.
“unbelievable,” you mutter.
“is it working?”
you press your lips together, fighting the smile threatening to betray you. “honestly, yes. i had a very long day.”
“my shift ends in a bit, why don’t you tell me about it?” he offers softly.
you hesitate for a second, “are you sure?”
he straightens. “of course. here’s what’s going to happen. i’ll remake your strawberry matcha latte, on the house.”
“you don’t have to-”
“i insist. it’s the least i can do after giving your drink to a performative strawberry matcha enjoyer.”
“and the madeleine?”
he tilts his head. “i’ll throw in an extra.”
you laugh. “is this how you keep customers from filing complaints?”
“no,” he says smoothly. “this is how i keep them coming back.”
oh. he's good.
he moves behind the counter to fix your drink, and you head back to your table, telling yourself this is normal. people talk. baristas are friendly. this is a normal, socially acceptable interaction.
your heart disagrees.
a few minutes later he brings the tray over himself. he had also discarded the apron he had been wearing.
“strawberry matcha,” he announces, setting it down. “and two madeleines.”
“okay,” he says, slipping smoothly into the seat across from you and resting his elbows lightly on the table. “now tell me about your shitty day at work.”
and somehow, you find yourself telling him everything.
he listens. really listens. nodding at the right moments, brows furrowing sympathetically like this is breaking news.
“that does sound tragic,” he murmurs. “especially the sandwich. cucumbers and ketchup? that’s brave.”
your eyes narrow. “how did you know?”
“lucky guess.” his eyes sparkle.
you huff out a laugh before you can stop yourself.
“see?” he says, pleased. “you’re smiling now.”
“thank you for listening.”
“any time,” he nods, his tone softer now. “and for the record, i am really sorry about the mix-up. i did not mean to make your day worse.”
“i would actually argue that you made it ten times better,” you admit honestly. you could not bring yourself to look him in the eye after saying that. you were sure you were blushing.
he watches you take another sip of your matcha.
“good?” he asks.
“annoyingly good,” you admit. it’s perfect, really. sweet, refreshing, exactly what you needed. kind of like the man sitting across from you right now.
he grins. “i’ll take that.”
you shake your head, smiling despite yourself. “you’re very lucky you’re so pretty.”
he presses a hand to his chest in mock offense. “i’d like to think it’s my personality.”
“the jury’s still out.”
he laughs, a sound that is bright and warm. you realize your headache is gone.
“i’m joshua, by the way,” he says.
you tell him your name, and he repeats it softly. you decide you like the way it sounds when he says it.
“so,” he leans in slightly, lowering his voice, “same time tomorrow? i promise to get your order wrong in a new and exciting way.”
you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “unbelievable.”
“is that a yes?”
you take another sip, pretending to consider it. “i guess i can forgive you.”
“just like that?”
you shrug. “pretty privilege.”
he laughs, shaking his head. “i’ll use it responsibly.”
“please do.”
and as you sit there with a barista who absolutely got away with everything just because he looked like that, you decide maybe today wasn’t the worst day after all.
some mistakes, it turns out, are worth making.
especially when they come with a free refill and a man with unfairly pretty eyes.
a/n: please let me know what you think in the comments! i love reading your reactions LOL. thank you again and have a nice day <333 :)
you call your boyfriend by his stage name as a prank. he does not like this.
[ warnings \ tropes ] idol au, fluff, est. relationship, boyfriend seungcheol, grumpy cheol, reader pranks him by calling him s.coups/coups, lots of kissing, pouting (mainly from coups), he's a whiner guys </3
[ saint's voice note ! ] still not happy with my icon selection but this fic is more important to you guys than it is to me so...we ball! we're also 59 followers away from 1k?? so there's that 😭😭 ANYWAYS enjoy! i love you and thank you for reading <3
[ saint's now playing... ] can't feel my face -> the weeknd
[ wc / writing for ] 1,022 / @kstrucknet @k-records
it all started when you thought to yourself how good of an idea it would be to prank your boyfriend after he got home from work.
"welcome home, coups." you greet seungcheol at the door, pecking his cheek as you take his things from his arms. he looks tired, but offers a cute smile to you anyways, pulling you in for a greedy kiss as he huffs afterwards.
seungcheol doesn't even seem to notice you're calling him by his stage name, and so you just smile, prancing off into the living room as he trudges behind you.
he finds a seat in the kitchen, sleepily climbing on top of a stool as he lets his head hit the counter. "rough day?" you question him, and he nods, groaning as he runs his hands over his tired face.
"very rough. choreographing for a solo i had no intention of dancing to is the worst thing ever." seungcheol whines, and you chuckle, throwing your head back as you glance at him to gage his reaction.
"you're just being dramatic, s.coups. lighten up! you always deliver when the fans want it," you turn your back to him to prepare the stove for dinner, but you can feel his dark brown gaze hot on your back. oh, you're definitely paying attention now, you say to yourself.
sure enough, when you turn around to put the cutting board down on the countertop, seungcheol's glaring at you like you've said a curse word in front of a bunch of kindergarteners.
"what?" you question innocently, even going as far to cock your head to the side in faux confusion. seungcheol's eyebrows scrunch slightly before he shakes his head, running a hand through his tousled hair as he shrugs.
"thought i heard you say something." he mumbles, annoyingly digging his phone from his pocket as the buzz of a phone call sounds off.
"not now, please," he says aloud, powering off the device before smacking it against the counter face-down. his head is on the marble again, cheek smudged against the surface as he glances up at you with those puppy dog eyes.
"what are you making, baby? already smells so good," seungcheol groans like a little baby, making you giggle as you throw the chopped vegetables into a bowl.
"some recipe i found on the internet." you reply, turning your back to him to put the vegetables in the pan and fry them in butter. "hey, coups, will you hand me the shredded cheese out of the fridge?"
the chair pauses mid-scrape just seconds after your question is posed, and seungcheol's burning holes through your head with his intent gaze. you turn around to meet him, feigning confusion once again as you speak. "what's wrong?"
"you keep calling me that." seungcheol says, and you laugh, shaking your head at him as if you're clueless. "calling you what? what are you talking about?"
"you've called me 'coups' twice now. you never do that." seungcheol says, dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his plump lips turn up in a pout.
"you're being silly. i haven't called you that at all! are you hearing things?" you combat his claims just as quickly as he brings t]hem up, and he just glances at you, silently fulfilling your request as he plops the bag of cheese next to the stove.
"thanks, s.coups." you peck his cheek, and he freezes in place, eyes widening just a fraction as he realizes what you've said.
"see! you just called me s.coups!" seungcheol points to himself, and you stare blankly at him, silent as he stares at you accusingly. he's towering over you now, not only tired and grumpy from his tiring work day, but now your constant 'slip-ups'.
"why are you calling me that? you know that's my stage name. when i'm off the clock, you know i want you to call me cheol. seungcheol, even. i just..." seungcheol trails off, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as he mumbles.
"i want you to call me by my real name. when i'm home, i'm yours. not carats, or anyone else's. just—just yours."
that makes your heart soften instantly, and you set your spatula down, taking seungcheol in for an embrace as you smile. "okay. i'm sorry for pranking you."
"it's okay, baby, i—" seungcheol pauses mid-sentence when he registers your words, and you can't help but laugh aloud at his reaction. "what? prank?"
"yeah! i thought i would prank you once you got home from work, and so i decided to call you by your stage name until you realized it." you explain, and seungcheol rolls his eyes, a small smile escaping nevertheless as he scrunches his face up at you.
"you little devil," he lowly teases, and you shrug pridefully, glancing over at him as you nod. "what can i say? you're all cute when you start confessing to me."
"god, ignore...ignore what i said earlier. if i knew you were pranking me, i would've—" seungcheol starts, and you stop him, stuffing hot vegetables into his mouth as he chews hurriedly.
"save it, cheol." you tease, gloating in the way his cheeks heat up so easily at the simple nickname. "we both know how soft you get when i call you by your full name."
"i hate you." seungcheol grumbles with a smile on his face as he kisses your neck, and you smile proudly, stirring the vegetables as his arms find their way around your torso, resting his head on your shoulder as you nod. "i love you too, seungcheol."
"okay, stop calling me that." seungcheol says, and you oblige for a second, more than ready to carry on the teasing. "right, s.coups. sorry."
"...never mind." the words are so quiet you can barely hear them, but you know seungcheol's blushing now, lips curving into a small smirk on your skin as he huffs a sigh. "i like seungcheol ten times better."
"me too." you nod, ruffling seungcheol's hair with your free hand as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck even more.
