can you write about cheol being so happy because of how his gf talks and have fun with his friends(seventeen)? and you can add anything else+ and i LOVE your works btw
anon im so sorry for how long this took i love u thank u for waiting đ this req is so cute
seungcheol can't stop smiling.
he was nervous at first. he had waited a good while to introduce you to his friends, and only hoped that all of the talking them up to you he had done in the meantime would be effective. as much as he loves his twelve partners in crime, they can be loud, and eccentric, maybe even hard to keep up with..
but looking at you now, he can't even remember why he was worried.
you're chatting away with them, sitting between mingyu and soonyoung, telling a story he's heard before, one he knows they'll love. he hears dokyeom laugh at one of your jokes and watches as chan leans in to interject with another of his own, the room filled with laughter once again. his best friends and the woman he's just decided he's going to marry. he can't get the thought out of his head.
jeonghan nudges him out of his trance. they look at each other - without saying a word, seungcheol knows that jeonghan knows everything he's thinking. he pats his shoulder as a reassurance that yes, he likes her and so do the rest of the members, and seungcheol chuckles, capturing the attention of you.
you look at him. he smiles warmly. you smile back -Â i'm having a great time, it says.
he nods and takes a sip of his drink - he's glad. he could get used to this.
rory itâs me again!!!! based on this reaction to nct127âs latest instagram post,
âŚi know youâre thinking about glasses mark. Um me too tbh and i also want to indulge you (đź) soâŚâŚ. nerd!mark smutâŚ.??? are you downâŚ????? đĽş
this is like a month old but yeah guys! glasses!mark is my SHIT
warnings // friends to ??, college au, markies in stem (im a spidermark truther) and readers major isnt specified, hes a lil dipshit (endearing), not exactly smut but 18+ fosho
you slump against the table as your laptop screen lights up with another 'incorrect answer' screen. "this is never getting done."
mark glances at you from the other side of the table, tearing his gaze away from his own screen and... whatever he's doing on it. you asked him before, when you were bored of studying and seeking some semblance of a break, and he had explained it to you - but honestly, you didn't catch what he said. you're used to that by now, seeing as your best friend majors in biochemistry, of all things..
"don't say that. what's messing you up?" he peers over his glasses to meet your eyes.Â
..well. that, and how he looks at you. oh, how he looks at you.
when you're already unable to comprehend his stupid science work, the way his eyes sparkle when he speaks doesn't help at all. in one ear and out the other as his lip quirks up in a smile and as you watch him fidget with his pen. it's like he doesn't even think about it.
he probably doesn't, you remind yourself. eye contact is normal, and evidently, you are not.
"nothing. everything? i don't know."
he thinks for a moment. "let me help?"
he doesn't give you a chance to respond, sliding out his chair and walking over to you on the other side of the table. he lingers for a moment, reading the problem on the screen before mumbling an "okay" and leaning over your shoulder. his hands land on the table on either side of you, effectively trapping you between his arms, as his face ends up probably 2 inches away from your own.
this is not helping.
you realize that as you faintly hear his explanations of whatever problem is on the screen right now. you know your face is red right now, you can feel it getting warmer by the second, so you just hope and pray that mark won't notice.
but of course, ever attentive, mark notices. "you're distracted," he says. it isn't a question, it's a fact - yes, you are distracted. "why?"
and of course, ever oblivious, mark has no idea what he does to you.
you can't just tell him that it's him distracting you - how would you even explain that? his arms are too close to you? youre worried that if you turn your head to look at him you'll end up way closer to him than you already are? nope. these are weird things to say to a friend you've had for years, so you settle on "i don't know."
you took way too long to answer - he doesn't buy it. "you do."
you barely falter. "i don't."
you watch as mark accepts the idea that okay, maybe you're just tired - that can happen too. he turns back to your laptop, pulling it closer to the two of you, unintentionally bringing him closer as well.
unfortunately for you, your face betrays you, and continues to grow warmer as he continues talking. mark really notices that. he pauses, "look at me?"
you do. and as you feared, you're now about an inch away from his face. "you're blushing?" he notes, and you can visibly see the puzzle pieces click into place in his mind because ah. you're blushing.
"i make you nervous?" he asks with a smile tugging at his lips
"no," you reply honestly. he's never made you feel nervous in all the years you've known each other. "you're just... close. really close."
mark huffs out a laugh. he looks back at the screen and types in the answer to the question displayed without hesitation. and as expected, its correct.
he meets your eyes. "since you were so.... preoccupied."
its then you realize that maybe mark isn't as oblivious as you thought. maybe now he knows exactly what he's doing to you.
your suspicions were confirmed the next day when he invited you over for "studying purposes". you'd never pegged mark to be a huge tease, but that's exactly what he was proven to be.Â
though, you can't say he doesn't give you what he promised. he watches your reactions as he goes down on you, the sounds that escape you when he does something you like. he's mesmerized, caging you between his arms just as he had the day before. taking you in. studying you, just like he said he would, and focusing more than he ever has.
pairing: lee minho x reader
tags: drabble. domestic fluff.
part of the emmieverse specialâsee here
minho is halfway through folding the freshly dried clothing in the laundry room when he hears it: the unmistakable chorus of tiny, judgmental meows.
he glances down. three pairs of eyes stare up at him like he is personally responsible for the downfall of society.
âwhat,â he asks flatly, holding up a pair of your socks.
soonie meows againâloud and mournfulâand doongie rubs against his shin like he is trying to awaken guilt. dori simply stares. always watching. always planning.
âi fed you. i scooped your litter. i gave you those weird snacks you like,â minho lists, bending to scratch doongieâs head. âwhat else do you want, huh?â
they do not answer. they simply exist at him.
untilâ
the sound of the front door unlocking echoes from the other side of the house.
everything changes.
soonie bolts first, nearly slipping on the hallway rug. doongie trots after him with poise, and dori makes his usual dramatic entrance: meowing as if he just survived war.
minho snorts, shaking his head.
âtraitors.â
you barely have one foot inside before you are surrounded.
âhi, my babies,â you coo, crouching down to pet them as they swirl around you in a furry storm. âmissed me that much?â
minho stands at the end of the hallway, arms crossed, a hopeless little smile tugging at his mouth. the sight of his babies loving on you like this never gets old.
âtheyâve been moping around like your absence broke each of their hearts,â he says, slowly approaching you from where he stood.
you grin at him. âmaybe it did.â
he leans to kiss you hello, warm hands settling on your waist like they never want to leave. âwell i missed you more,â he murmurs.
âi would hope so,â you quipped. you melt into his embrace for a beat, then pull back. âiâm starving.â
âsame,â he agrees. âwant me to start onââ
âi got it,â you wave his offer off, stepping into the kitchen. the cats follow after you immediately, falling into formation like little soldiers of chaos. they may as well be magnetised to you.
you open the fridge, eyeing them. âyou just want food, huh?â
meows follow. of course they do.
you point down the hallway vaguely to where you left minho standing. âthen go ask your father.â
there is a pause.
then three sets of paws patpatpat down the hall like a furry stampede. when they donât find him near the entryway, they search the house.
not in the living roomâŚ
not in the bedroomâŚ
âŚ.heâs in the laundry room again!
minho, in the middle of matching your sock pairs again, looks up just in time for the interrogation squad to arrive.
they meow. in sync.
he blinks. âdid youâdid they actuallyââ
from the kitchen, you call: âi delegated!â
minho just laughs, setting the socks aside to kneel on the floor like a medieval servant to his royal court.
âyou guys are whipped.â
soonie hops in his lap. doongie starts purring. dori knocks over a cup.
minho sighs, grinning. âyeah, yeah. iâll feed you. but only because your motherâs scary when sheâs hungry.â
from the kitchen, you call once more: âi heard that!â
he smiles to himself, completely gone for this weird little family of his.
and for the record, the cats get fed first.
he knows his place.
tysm anon! i love writing lee know softâŚ.. soft domestic lee know and i are married now
