[chuusoulee]

smile :)

11:11 pm

after a long, busy day, you come home to jaehyun watching tv in the living room of your apartment.

“hi baby” he says, slightly glancing over for a moment to welcome you home.

“hi” you exhale, dropping your shoulders. jaehyun notices this.

“y/n? are you okay? what’s wrong?” he begins, getting up from the couch and moving towards you.

you can’t put it into words to communicate your emotions, you just wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close. he takes you into his embrace, inhaling as you both relax into each others comforting touch.

“long day?” he questions, head still in the crevice of your neck. he kisses your neck, knowing it’s your sweet spot.

you shiver from his touch. he continues kissing you, moving up to your jaw and cheeks. he gently moves your head into his hands, looking down into your eyes. the eye contact between the two of you created a storm of butterflies in your stomach, he smiles and looks away after a while, perhaps he also got nervous.

“just wanna sleep” you mumble. he nods picking you up bridal style. you wrap your arms around his neck, he laughs, you can’t help but laugh yourself, experiencing the purest form of happiness.

he makes way to your room, gently placing you on the bed.

“wait, i need to do my skincare routine” you say, jaehyun laughs.

“okay baby, wanna do it together?” he questions.

“yes please!” you say excitedly, suddenly more awake.

you both make way to the bathroom, eyeing the multiple products to use. you collectively start your routine, with countless serums, cleansers, toners and moisturisers.

jae finishes before you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, admiring you in the mirror you both stood before.

“stop staring at me” you nervously laugh, slapping his arm.

“i can’t help myself. you’re so beautiful” he smirks.

embarrassed, you turn around, once again wrapping your arms around his neck. looking up at him, you couldn’t help but plant a kiss onto his welcoming lips.

he grips your waist, you hear him inhale. you run your hand though his hair and grip it tightly, his grip on your hips tighten. he moans, pushing you against the sink in retaliation.

the butterflies in your stomach are flying wildly, causing your legs to clench together. you feel him smile into the kiss, enjoying the power he had over you, however you weren’t about to lose this battle.

he lifts you up onto the bench, instantly you use your legs to pull him closer, he moans at your actions.

now it’s your turn to smile.

[chuusoulee]

contagious

7:14 pm

the reservation for two. you and haechan sat admiring the starters on the table, whilst avoiding eye contact with you. he found himself tounge-tied whenever he looks at you, which never happens.

“soo… how’s work?” you ask, prodding for any form of conversation to avoid longer silences.

“really good” he chirps, finally looking up, although not for long. he knows you’re taking offence to his unmissable awkward tone, if only you knew the real reason.

“listen, hyuck. i want you to be honest with me, and tell me how you feel. why haven’t you made eye contact with me for even a moment?” you question, your heart begins to race as your not one for confrontation, or rejection.

“y/n, it’s not that i don’t like you, i actually think i’m falling in love with you.” you freeze, having completely misread where this conversation was going.

“i just get this weird, fuzzy feeling when i look at you. i cant look at you for too long or my mind just goes blank and i cant even speak. please, i didn’t mean to come off rude by not looking at you, i couldn’t keep my eyes off of you actually-“

he continues rambling. never had such heartfelt and genuine words been spoken between you two. in the heat of the moment, not one for regrets, you grab his hand. your other hand went to his cheek to pull him closer, to kiss you.

it was like a release of energy that needed to be transferred, you felt him ease into your touch. his hands naturally gravitating to hold your face as he kisses you with intent. after the fleeting moment passes, you separate.

“i’m falling for you too, hyuck. why couldn’t you just tell me, then i wouldn’t have gone thinking you hated me all night” you share a lighthearted sigh, he looks into your eyes finally, and smiles, contagious.

[chuusoulee]

love language : mwah x

6:34 pm

sleeping peacefully, inhaling softly to a consistent pace, and mark thought you were too cute not to disturb.

with no malicious intent, he lifts up the blanket that you rest under, on the your shared bed. he slides in next to you and places his arm over your resting frame, cradling you.

he softly caresses your face as your eyes flutter open, your nap lasted longer than anticipated.

“hi baby” he giggles, finding you so effortlessly breathtaking, despite having just woken up.

“what time is it?” you question.

“6:30. i came home to see you sleeping so thought i would order us some takeout, i wouldn’t want to mess up the kitchen trying to cook without you.”

you both laugh, your arm wraps around his waist and grasp him, holding him close. you click back from your loved up daze, realising your true intentions at the moment;

“wait did you order it yet? i’m so hungry” you secretly hoped he had.

“of course! i knew you’d be hungry” he looks down on you, smiling infectiously.

“aww dude you know me so well!” you laughed, appreciative of his efforts, he really tried to prove his love for you. “it’s like your love language is acts of service or something” you poke fun at him.

“oh yeah? alright, what’s your’s then?” mark questions

“physical touch” you say, looking for and grabbing his hand kissing it over his knuckles and palm.

“see?” you both giggle as he kisses your forehead, moving down to your temples, cheeks and finally your lips. he moves over so he’s on top of you, looking down on you, hesitating for affirmation to continue, momentarily making eye contact whilst staring at your lips.

“i guess i’ll have to try your love language on you”

[chuusoulee]

promise.

5:27 pm

you walk into chenle’s house carefully, shutting the door softly to not cause a noise. carrying a bag with a present for your favourites.

the door to his room is jarred open, you push it, only after softly knocking to alert your presence to not frighten him.

you walk in to the cutest scene ever.

chenle, laying on the bed. daegal, laying on his stomach, moving up and down with his fluctuating breath’s.

they both seemed insync. down to the breathing and twitching of thier limbs. you admire in awe.

you sit down on the bed, not to disturb them. crossing your legs to sit and look over them.

you start gently playing with his hair, scratching his scalp to comfort him, something you know he loves.

chenle’s eyes blink open, he adjusts to you almsot instantly.

“morning” he groans

“it’s 5:30 baby. you just fell asleep” you giggled, hand still in his hair. his eyes close again.

daegal wakes up now. looking around, wagging her tail excitedly at the sight of you.

you reach for the bag you dropped on the ground. fetching a new dog toy you brought just for her.

“this is for you, cutie” you say handing her the toy, she bites it excitedly.

chenle opens his eyes at the nickname, thinking it was meant for him. you laugh, he really is a cutie.

you place your lips to his, softly, causing a slight spark between the two of you. his hand slowly gravitates up to your cheek, the other hand guiding your body to straddle his lap, to which you comply.

“wait-” you pause. reaching over for the bag still in the ground. chenle can’t help but sneak a peak at your ass as you stretch.

“this is for you, cutie.” handing him the small jewelry box. he opens it, inside is a ring. silver, a strong band fit for him.

“it’s nothing much. but i got a matching one” you say, bringing your hand up to his eye level. you, still situated on his lap comfortably.

“i thought we could use it as a promise ring. a promise to always be honest and loyal, and to love eachother forever. if you don’t want to wear it that’s-”

he pulls you down, not harshly, but with enough force to know not to continue. your lips meet eachother in the perfect space of luxury, moving together slowly, no force. he soon pulls away.

“i love that you got this for us. it means so much.”

you both smile. this moment. the purest of moments.

“so, y/n. do you hereby agree to love me forever” he questions, while sliding the ring onto his left ring finger, smirking.

“i promise. untill the end of the earth, chenle.”

[chuusoulee]

sleepyhead.

11:46 pm

“jeno?” you whispered.

you stepped into the dreamies dorm, it was late, but not too late.

“baby?”

you spot jisung, walking back to his room from the bathroom. he looks at you confused,

“me?” he asks.

“no not you silly, jeno”

“oh he’s asleep.” he says plainly. your face in shock.

“but just so he could wake up to film relay cam, and not be tired, you know.”

oh thank god, you thought. you came all the way out here just for him to be asleep? atleast he‘ll be awake soon.

you move towards his room, opening the door slowly to not initiate any unnecessary sounds.

he’s laying on top of the covers, cuddling a pillow. his phone playing a soothing rain sounds video, it helps him sleep, you knew that.

you move over towards him, sitting on the bare space left for you on the bed. thankfully, it doesn’t move when you sit down, so he has not yet been disturbed.

you breathe in, inhaling the smell of his room, looking around, you notice a picture of the two of you he has on his desk. you smile at the thought of the photo, and the action of him making the effort to print it out and have it visible in his room.

suddenly, he rolls over. it’s past 12 now.

he’s warm, like a puppy that’s s been sleeping in the sun. he’s drowsy, like, well a puppy that’s been sleeping in the sun.

you move to kiss his forehead, his eyes only just opening.

“good morning baby” you say softly

“it’s not morning?” he questioned slash stated, confused himself by his own tone of voice.

“it’s 12:06 am. do you want food?”

“yes please!” he perked up from his sleepy state.

finally awake, jeno helped make some quick ramen with you, whilst trying out renjuns tea he made during his own relay cam.

soon enough it came time for him to film. it was late and you were getting tired anyways.

“i’m so sleepy. i don’t wanna go home. just want to stay here, with you.” you said, head rested upon jeno’s chest. his heartbeat making a consistent tune.

“i have to film baby.” he sighs, not wanting to move from your position on the couch either.

“if you want, you can sleep here. i’ll be back soon.” he poses a solution.

“mmkay” you exhale, finally relaxing all your bones to shut off. jeno grabs the nearby pillow and rests it underneath your head, throwing a blanket over your body also.

“good night, sleepy head.” he smiles fondly.

“it’s morning” you barely manage to speak, vocal cords tired also.

jeno let’s out a soft laugh.

[chuusoulee]

soft. sweet. sparkly.

8:12 pm

haechan sat at his desk, strategically hitting the keys of the keyboard to move his character.

you opened the door of his dorm room, plastic bag in hand carrying haechans favourite food.

he doesn’t notice you walking in, nor does he notice when you sit down on the bed behind him.

his headphones blocked out the sound of you stepping behind him. however when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head, he knew you were here.

“hi baby” he says, eyes darting from side to side, glistening from the bright light of the console screen.

keeping your arms there for a while, awaiting his game to finish. luckily this doesn’t take long.

as he takes off his headset and spins the chair around, opening his arms wide to which you accept his affection. finally being in his arms, breathing in his scent of familiarity.

“i brought food” you smile gently, caressing his hair. his face lights up, you notice the empty red bull cans on the desk.

“have you eaten?” the concerning look on your face made him give some consideration to his answer.

“yes..... okay no.” you look over at him with concern.

“baby it’s late, i’ve told you that you need to be eating.”

“yes i know i know.” he says, moving over to help you serve the food. you place a hand on his arm gently, another hand goes to his cheek. he rests in your palm, eyes fluttering shut, exhaling.

you both sit down to eat, sharing meals like this was something special both of you looked forward to and enjoyed.

after the meal, both of you lay on his bed, listening to music on his speakers. talking, cuddling, laughing together. you always loved his laugh, it was so contagious.

you share a moment of eye contact, just a moment. but it’s enough to insinuate a kiss between the two.

it’s soft. sweet. feels sparkly. the way a kiss should feel. your heart jitters as you pull apart, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. yet he forces you to look at him, he knows you get embarrassed.

he loves it, just as well.

[chuusoulee]

morning.

5:30 am

it was the boys day off, a rare break from their hectic lives. it should be a day to rest, but it’s hard when right now marks alarm was going off.

you groaned too loud for your own good, waking mark from his slumber.

he had to stop and think about what was actually happening. his hair standing up in all directions as he lifts himself up, bags under his eyes, still cute.

“isn’t it sunday?” he asks, his voice sounding strained and forced, the alarm still playing on repeat.

“yes, dummy” you say, trying not to giggle at his current state, in fear of embarrassing his fragile form.

he’s slow in his actions, reaching for the phone. suddenly there’s a loud knocking on the door.

“mark i swear to god if you don’t turn the alarm off now i’ll break this door down” doyoung yells from the hallway.

you both try and surpress your giggles as the dorm is finally back in its state of early morning silence.

[chuusoulee]

a while.

9:12 am

waking up to the feeling of jaehyun’s arms draped over your torso created a weight you didn’t wanna lose, ever.

the warmth generated between the two of you, under the covers, was an energy that could not be destroyed. it’s one purpose to transfer between the two of you for the rest of eternity.

his quiet breathing made for a soothing tone. his fluttering eyes indicating he was still dreaming, as you eyed his exposed back, tracing over each muscle and bone delicately.

you wonder what he’s dreaming about.

he moves. not much. the heat was flowing to the first layer of skin, the skin touching him. now ignited.

he lifts his head up, blinking a few times to ajust to the light, rudely let in by the curtains.

“morning baby” you tempt, wondering if he’s open to speaking so soon from awaking.

“morning” he mumbles, scared of a croaky morning voice, one you were familiar with, and quite enjoyed.

“want breakfast?” you pose, tilting your head to see his expression.

“wanna stay here a while. it’s nice”

you feel yourself blush. affected by the feeling of making someone comfortable, him, of all people.

it’s like he was choosing you. a while. how long is a while? you wonder to yourself. content with the answer.

“a while... mhm.”

[chuusoulee]

smudge.

6:12 pm

yuta sat up on the bed, back resting against the headboard. you sat straddling his lap, his hands finding a comfortable resting position on your waist.

holding you there, he massaged your waist, occasionally sliding his hands down to playfully slap your ass.

“yuta, please.” you say, trying to focus.

“i don’t want to end up poking your eye and hurting you.” you playfully protest. you were doing his eyeliner, something he’s experimented with but wants to try more.

with the liquid eyeliner in your hand, using your other hand to hold his face still, caressing his jaw, smoothing over his soft skin as he closes his eyes in relaxation.

you move to put the cap back on, reaching for a dark red lipstick for him to try. your focused eyes are so endearing to him, as you apply the soft tint to his lips.

“all done” you say smiling, giving him a small gentle kiss to solidify the saying. you pull away, yuta forcefully grips your waist, urging you to come closer once again.

he pulls you in again, the kiss is strong, there’s power behind it, emotional power. he flips you over so you’re now laying on the bed, legs around his waist still as he towers over you.

“your gonna smudge your lipstick” you say giggling, hands wrapped around his neck.

“good. then everyone will know you’re mine”

[chuusoulee]

red bull.

10:56 pm

after playing basketball with jaehyun and mark, haechan and you make a dash to the convenience store. racing eachother to the energy drink isle, grabbing 4 drinks for all of you.

“cmon y/n give me my redbull back”

“i bought it, i’m gonna drink it!” you say running as fast as you can away from haechan.

as both of you come to a hault, hyuck pleads again for his drink.

“fine” you say, smirking as you turn away from him, shaking the redbull up in your hand, handing it back to him with a devilish grin, like nothing happened.

[chuusoulee]

man-icure

12:27 pm

“can you paint my nails?” johnny asks. you look up at him, he’s holding your hand admiring the new manicure you just got done.

he grips your hand instinctively, awaiting an answer,

“please?”

“sure, let me go get my colours.” jumping up excitedly, reaching for the small container full of every coloured polish to exist.

“what colours do you want?” you ask, attentively, as he looks just as focused.

“ummm, well.” he hums for a moment. “do you think this one would work... maybe with this one aswell?”

he grabs multiple colours and you get started, filing down his nails and painting a base coat.

“it’s like it my own nail salon, with one customer” you both laugh. “you better not betray me and go to another salon, i need loyalty from my customer” you joke, both of you laugh.

“i would never betray you y/n, how could i when you are this beautiful.” he says, dreamily, like he’s asking you to fall in love with him again. he lifts up your chin with his finger, smiling as he leans down to press a kiss to your awaiting lips.

you blink away the daze, blushing.

you finish up your art work. kissing the top of his hand. now he blushes. you grab the hand cream and place some in your palm, massaging his hands.

“all done” you say again, admiring your artwork drawn upon his nails. he’s admiring you, staring down at you as you hold his hand gently.

“do you like it?” you question, he hasn’t said anything yet.

“i love it, and i love you” he smirks cheekily.

“what a lovely man-icure” he says, both of you laugh.

“now try not to use your hands for a while, if you can” you warn him, walking over to put the container of polishes away.

“what can i do that doesn’t involve using my hands?” he questions.

“i think i can find something for us to do...” you say playfully, smirking as you push him to lay back on the bed, grabbing his hands and holding them above his head.

[chuusoulee]

portrait.

1:46 pm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chuusoulee]

mistake worth making.

8:37 pm

after a date with mark, the two of you walked to the closest ice cream parlour. examining the flavours, you go for chocolate chip, while he goes for bubblegum.

on the walk home, you share a pair of earphones connected to his phone. you take turns playing your favourite songs, laughing and sharing small jokes on the way back to the dorm.

you realise the ice cream may have been a mistake, as the cold air was slowly having an effect on your hands. clutching them together to create a heat source, you reach for the mittens in the pocket of your jacket, handing mark one.

putting it on your left hand, mark puts his on his right. your other bare hands meet in the middle to create another form of heat.

walking hand in hand together, the butterflies in marks stomach ignited another flame. he wonders if you feel the same.

maybe the ice cream was a mistake worth making.

[chuusoulee]

“rabbit night”

1:32 am

the door slowly creaks open, the only light in the room being your phone screen illuminating your face.

taeyong shuffles in slowly, shoulders slumped and arms dropped. you move to sit up on the bed, placing your phone down to welcome your boyfriend home from his busy day completing constant schedules.

arms open, you accept taeyongs fragile frame into your own. he doesn’t speak, there’s no need to. he wraps his arms around your waist, snuggling his head into your neck.

you both lay there for a while. playing with his hair and comforting him by gently stroking the side of his face. applying light pressure to his temples to relieve the migraines he gets after overworking.

“it must be hard right?” you almost whisper, his breathing signified he was still awake, just resting. he murmurs a calm groan.

“you’re doing a great job baby” he opens his eyes slowly, doe eyes staring up at you. he almost questions your comment, but knows it will do no good. “you work so hard, you need to rest. just sleep baby”

you notice his stuffed rabbit on the side of his bed. reaching for it, his arms move. you rub his shoulder gently signifying to let go for a moment. you grab the bunny and gently lift his legs to place it under.

you make delicate moves up his body, massaging his waist as you move to hold him once again.

he deserves the world. if only you could gift him just a moment of rest. your presence rests his heart, and eases the stress for just a small fraction of time.

[chuusoulee]

comfort and unfamiliarity.

9:12 am

jaemin, always being gone on schedule, gave you his hoodie to have something to remind you of him.

he smells of freshness, watermelon candy and citrus. strong cologne that you associate with only him. it’s memorable, unforgettable, just like him.

cradling the soft bunny he left behind also, even though he has trouble sleeping without it, because he knows you have more trouble sleeping without him.

the times apart help you both to realise how much you need eachother. you need him for warmth, not physically. but the calming, sensitive aura he carries.

holding his comfort bunny, squeezing it so tight to try and replicate a feeling of your own comfort, something you’d only find in jaemins arms.

he’s everything you’ve wanted but never had. he’s the excitement of sneaking out late at night to lay on the quiet road, for no other reason than to hold eachother. he’s the person you call when you need reassurance that you are enough, and the person he calls when he’s lonely. he’s the smile you look for in a crowd, and the feeling you crave.

he’s comfort and he’s unfamiliarity.

[chuusoulee]

our little secret.

9:37 pm

doyoung is posing in front of the camera, taking your directions on how to pose, although he doesn’t need many critiques.

“yes baby you look so good. like a cute little bee” you say, giggling as you capture his reaction in the next few images. he leans back smiling as you take the last one. you move to sit next to him, draping your legs over his in a well known comfort position between the both of you.

“is it an insult to say i look like a bee?” he asks playfully, smiling as he awaits your response.

“no not at all” you say playfully ruffling his soft hair, gently scratching your nails down his scalp to the back of his neck to hold him there, a habit you have that he quite enjoys (a lot) .

“you also look like you should be riding a horse, with a whip in your hand” you tease, moving your hand to trace his jaw and lift his chin with just one finger, to match eye levels. he blushes, looking down again.

“well you look like a bear” he says, with conviction. like it was a silly comeback to your comment.

“and why’s that?” you ask, he’s so endearing you can’t help but be infatuated by his thoughts.

“your jacket is so fluffy. and your soft, i like to cuddle you.” both of you giggle.

he moves to start looking through the photos, both of you commenting on ones you like. you, of course think he looks good in all of them. he starts drafting them into a post.

“what should the caption be?” he asks. you smile, grabbing the phone to start typing. you hand him the phone again.

🐎🧸

“see. no one but us will know what it means, our little secret.”

[chuusoulee]

ticklish.

10:42 am

saturday morning. yuta was fast asleep next to you, the warmth from his body made for a comfortable shared temperature under the covers.

you rolled over to face him. admiring his natural beauty, you caressed his cheek. his skin was smooth to the touch and carried a familiar warmth. it caught you off guard when he nuzzled his face into your palm, breathing out like he’s been holding his breath, waiting to feel your touch.

you moved your hand to the back of his neck and gently played with his hair. his whole body shivered in response. you jolted your hand away in fear of making him uncomfortable.

“no, don’t stop” he said. his voice was croaky, he tried to be gentle not to make his voice so agressive, it came out as a whisper. “it just tickled a little”

a small smile played on you lips, he was such a precious soul. if you could you would give him the world.

you went back to making the same motions with your hand, making him shiver once again. only this time you didn’t stop. he was quick to notice your plans, letting out a loud laugh and making a move to start tickling your side. a whole tickle fight was now in action.

he smiled up at you, his hair messy and yours, just as much. his smile was just too damn captivating. he kissed you gently. it was loving, no words or actions needed to be explained, just love.