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english isn’t my first language. ot5 scenario. non idol — summer break ﷼
zhao yufan
Both of you looked up at the same time. The rock was enormous. Much bigger than it had looked in the hotel’s promotional photos. You had walked almost an hour to get there, following the instructor through narrow trails, laughing at first but now your legs felt heavy and your breathing slightly uneven.
The morning sun had barely started to warm up, and you were already tired.
“Tired?” the instructor asked with a smile that was a little too enthusiastic, setting the backpacks down and beginning to take out the climbing gear.
James and you looked at each other. You both shook your heads at the same time. “Not at all” James said with suspicious confidence.
“We’re fine” You added, trying to sound convincing.
Internally, both of you were seriously reconsidering the impulsive decision to sign up for the hotel’s 7 a.m. climbing program.
The instructor helped James put on his harness first, tightening the straps with firm movements and explaining each part of the equipment. Then it was your turn.
James knelt in front of you to help with your harness before the instructor could step in. His hands carefully adjusted the straps around your waist and thighs.
And that’s when he noticed. The slight tension in your shoulders. The way your fingers played with the fabric of your shirt. The subtle change in your breathing.
He knew you too well.
“Nervous?” He asked softly, just for you.
“No” You replied too quickly. He raised an eyebrow.
You sighed. “A little.”
He stood up and placed his hands gently on your arms. “Relax. I’ll be right behind you in case you fall” He said with a confident smile. “I’ll be your Spiderman and catch you.”
Your expression changed immediately.
“In case I fall?” You repeated, focusing only on that part.
James’ eyes widened as he realized his mistake. “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that—”
“What do you mean in case I fall?”
“Babe—”
Your face went from nervous to slightly terrified in seconds. He let out a nervous laugh.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” He said, stepping closer. “You’re not going to fall.”
And before you could keep processing the word fall, he placed a soft, quick kiss on your lips. It was so spontaneous that it caught you off guard.
The instructor, who had clearly overheard at least part of the conversation, cleared his throat lightly.
“The safety equipment will prevent any significant fall” He assured professionally. “The ropes can support more weight than you imagine.”
James nodded with exaggerated confidence. “See? Even better than Spiderman.”
You lightly hit his arm.
The demonstration began. The instructor explained how to place your feet, how to distribute your weight, how to trust the harness. When it was finally time to start, you felt your stomach tighten a little. James insisted you go first.
“I’ll be right behind you” He said this time without mentioning falling.
And you began. Every time you hesitated, he spoke. His voice kept you focused.
At one point, your foot slipped slightly and your heart jumped.
“Hey, I got you” He said immediately.
You weren’t falling. The harness held your weight exactly as the instructor had promised, but hearing his voice that close, that steady, calmed you more than the equipment ever could.
When you finally reached a small natural ledge in the rock, both of you were out of breath. You looked down; the view was incredible. James reached your level a few seconds later.
“See?” He said smiling, his hair slightly stuck to his forehead from the effort. “Told you.”
“Okay… maybe this was worth waking up early” You admitted.
kim juhoon
You took a deep breath. The salty ocean breeze brushed against your skin as you lifted one leg up, just like the instructor was guiding you to do. The sky was painted in shades of pink and purple, the sunrise barely waking over the sea.
“Hold it… engage your core… breathe” The instructor said in a calm voice.
You tried to focus. You really did, but then you glanced to your left and there was Juhoon. Focused, determined and absolutely struggling to hold the pose.
His leg wasn’t even halfway up compared to the girls around him who seemed to be doing it effortlessly. His brows were slightly furrowed, lips pressed together, trying not to lose his balance.
He looked at you at that exact moment and wobbled.
You couldn’t help it. A laugh slipped out, completely ruining your pose. You dropped your leg too fast and almost lost your balance.
“Focus” He whispered through his teeth, though it was obvious he was about to laugh too.
You tried to recover just as the instructor walked behind you. Back straight. Leg up again. Serious face.
But then Juhoon let out a small frustrated sound when his foot touched the sand again. That was enough to make you laugh all over again.
“Damn” he muttered quietly, slightly out of breath. “This is harder than I thought.”
The change in pose was his salvation. He exhaled like he had just finished a marathon and sank into the next position with visible relief. He was the only guy in the class, and somehow, that made everything feel more special.
He had woken up before sunrise with you. You had walked barefoot on the still-cold sand. He was yawning the entire way, but insisting he was fine.
“I wanted to do it with you” He had said when you asked if he was sure.
Now you looked at him under the soft morning light, his hair slightly messy from the wind, his shirt clinging lightly to his back from the effort, and your chest felt full.
When the class ended, everyone brought their hands together in front of their chest.
“Namaste.”
The instructor approached Juhoon with a kind smile. “Congratulations, you did so well!” She said playfully.
He laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “I tried” He replied, a little embarrassed but proud.
You looked at him with that smile you can’t control when someone makes you happy without even realizing it.
He offered you his hand to help you up from the sand. Your fingers intertwined naturally. You walked along the shoreline together, the waves gently brushing against your feet.
“What should we do now?” You asked, lightly swinging his hand. “I think we could have breakfast with my parents.”
He nodded. “Sounds good.”
There was a small, comfortable silence between you—the kind that doesn’t need to be filled. Then he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.
“But first…” He began.
You knew that expression. “What?”
“We should probably go back to the room and sleep a few more hours, right?”
You let out a soft laugh. “Weren’t you the one who said you were full of energy?” You nudged him lightly with your shoulder.
But he didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he squeezed it a little tighter. “I was” He said with a soft smile.
martin edwards
You heard him let out a yell the moment his feet touched the water. It was so dramatic that you immediately turned your head toward him, standing a few meters ahead at the shore.
“What? Is it that cold?” You asked, still on the dry sand as you casually slipped off your shorts.
Martin looked at you, slowly shook his head and smiled. A smile that was way too big. Way too fake.
You narrowed your eyes. He was lying.
The ocean at that early hour was a clear, almost transparent blue, and the beach was completely empty. The sun had just started to rise, painting everything in soft golden light. The air was cool, but not cold.
You saw his expression change the moment he noticed you walking toward him and you knew it was too late. Within seconds he was right in front of you, that mischievous look in his eyes that always appeared right before he did something impulsive.
“Martin—” You didn’t finish the sentence. He lifted you up effortlessly, like you weighed nothing.
“Martin! We were supposed to do rock, paper, scissors to see who went in first! That’s cheating!” You protested, kicking your feet in the air as he took long, determined strides toward the water.
“Rules change” He replied, laughing.
But just when you were ready to scream at the cold water wrapping around your legs, he gently set you down at the edge.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” He said it so fast you barely processed it.
Instinctively, you lifted your hand. Paper.
He showed scissors.
You stared at him in disbelief. “That doesn’t count! You said it way too fast!”
He burst out laughing. “Fair” He said, even though it clearly wasn’t. Before you could step back, he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you kept complaining.
“It’s not fair” You muttered, but you were already smiling.
“Okay, okay” He softened. “We can do this together.”
You walked toward the water slowly. The first real contact was a sharp, icy shock that made your shoulders tense immediately.
“It’s freezing” You whispered.
“Not that bad” He replied while his jaw visibly tightened.
The water rose up your legs to your exposed thighs. You were already trembling, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or the anticipation. Martin didn’t let go of your hand for a second, not even when a small wave hit you both and the water splashed higher than expected.
“On three?” He asked.
You looked at him and nodded.
“One… two—” He didn’t wait for three. He pulled you under with him.
The cold water wrapped around your entire body and the shock made you gasp out a scream. Almost instantly, you felt him lift you back up in his arms as you both surfaced, laughing and shouting from the cold.
The air felt warmer than ever in comparison. You instinctively clung to his shoulders.
His hair was soaked, droplets falling over his forehead. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the cold.
“This was definitely not a good idea” He said between shaky laughs.
eom seonghyeon
The hotel had so many things included that you didn’t even know where to start anymore, but the second you spotted “Private Zoo Experience” on the map, you almost screamed.
“We have to go” You said, grabbing Seonghyeon’s hand and pulling him across the lobby.
He tried to act indifferent. Five minutes later, he was just as excited as you were.
The hotel’s small zoo was more like a tropical sanctuary. Wooden pathways wound through huge green plants, the air thick and humid, filled with the layered sounds of chirping, rustling, and distant calls echoing from somewhere above.
Seonghyeon walked beside you, reading every sign like he was on a school field trip.
“Did you know macaws can live more than 40 years?”
You glanced at him, amused. “Since when are you a bird expert?”
“I’m committed to the experience” He replied seriously, nodding once.
When you reached the interactive area, a caretaker was offering photos with a stunning blue-and-yellow macaw. Your eyes lit up immediately.
“Can I?” you asked the caretaker, already stepping closer.
“Obviously”
The caretaker carefully placed the macaw on your protected arm. You felt the unexpected weight of it—the firm but careful grip of its small claws through the glove.
“Wow…” You whispered.
The bird tilted its head, studying you closely with one bright, intelligent eye. Seonghyeon immediately pulled out his phone.
“Okay. Don’t move.”
You adjusted your hair with your free hand, trying not to laugh as the macaw made a curious clicking sound.
“Smile.”
You did—naturally, fully. Not forced. Just happy.
He took several pictures. Then he slowly lowered his phone and just stared at you.
“What?” You asked, trying not to get flustered under his gaze.
“Nothing” But he didn’t look away.
The macaw suddenly let out a loud squawk and you jumped slightly, instinctively leaning toward Seonghyeon. Without thinking, he placed his hand on your lower back, steadying you.
“It’s okay” He murmured softly, closer than before.
The caretaker gently removed the bird, and you felt oddly light once it was gone. You turned to Seonghyeon immediately, excitement sparkling in your eyes.
“How do I look?”
He glanced down at the photo again. The sunlight filtered through the leaves behind you, creating soft golden streaks. The macaw’s colors were vibrant against your skin and you were smiling like it was the best day of the entire summer.
“Too pretty” He muttered, almost under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing” He said quickly, locking his phone before you could peek too long.
You gasped and tried to grab it. “Let me see!”
You both started walking down the wooden path, playfully shoving each other as you tried to steal his phone. He held it up high, laughing as you reached for it.
“Okay, okay, fine” He finally surrendered, turning the screen toward you.
You stopped walking for a moment. The photo really was beautiful. The colors. The light. But what stood out the most was you.
“I like it” You said softly.
Seonghyeon wasn’t looking at the screen anymore. He was looking at you.
“Yeah” He replied quietly. “Me too”
ahn keonho
“Don’t move too much” You warned, glancing back over your shoulder.
Keonho was right behind you, trying to position himself on the same paddleboard in a way that barely looked stable with even one person on it. The original plan had been simple: one board each, but of course, he thought it would be “more fun” to do it together.
“Trust me” He said confidently, placing one knee behind you. “I have great balance”
The board tipped dangerously to the right. You let out a small gasp. “Keonho!”
The ocean around you was impossibly blue, sunlight reflecting off tiny sparkling ripples. A few meters away, his family’s yacht floated elegantly—massive and luxurious compared to the tiny board you were currently fighting for your lives on.
“Relax” He murmured, amused, placing his hands on either side of your waist to steady himself. That did absolutely nothing for your emotional stability.
“If we fall, it’s your fault” You muttered, trying to keep your paddle anchored lightly in the water to balance.
“Worth it” He replied instantly.
From the yacht, a voice called out. “Smile for the photo!”
You turned your head. His mother leaned against the railing, phone in hand, wearing the proudest smile imaginable like she was witnessing the most adorable summer moment of her life.
You forced a nervous smile just as Keonho subtly shifted his weight on purpose. The board tilted again.
“Stop!” You demanded, though you were already laughing.
Your legs were tense, muscles straining to keep you upright, while he was clearly enjoying the chaos far too much.
“Okay, okay” He said, raising both hands in surrender.
Then, instead of teasing further, he slowly lowered his hands and wrapped them around your waist. His chest pressed firmly against your back, steady and warm, anchoring both of you.
“Better?” He murmured near your ear. His breath was warm against your skin, contrasting with the salty breeze brushing past your cheeks.
“Yes...” You admitted softly.
From the yacht, his mother let out a delighted little “Aww” before snapping the picture. Keonho rested his chin gently on your shoulder.
“Now we look like professionals” He whispered.
“We look like two people about to drown” You corrected, though your body had relaxed slightly.
“If we fall, we fall together” He repeated, this time with a crooked grin you couldn’t see but could definitely hear.
“That’s not reassuring” You murmured, though your hand instinctively rested over his where it held your waist.
You tried paddling again. The board moved forward a few steady meters. For a brief, hopeful second, you thought maybe his idea wasn’t so terrible after all.
Until he got overconfident. “Look, I can even let go—”
“Keonho, don’t—”
Too late. The board tipped sharply to one side. Your stomach dropped as your feet lost contact, that split second of weightless panic before—Splash.
The water swallowed you both in a dramatic crash. Cold surrounded you instantly, bubbles rushing past your ears.
From the yacht came a mix of startled shouting and laughter. You surfaced first, soaked, hair plastered to your face.
“I told you not to move!” You burst out, laughing breathlessly as you wiped water from your eyes.
makes me so sad that I, gotta leave you alone | 900.929 | 📰 cortis content | materialist
english isn't my first language. 0t5 scenario. non idol — things about you that give them comfort ﷼
zhao yufan
Something he finds curious—but has never told you—is listening to your voice when he wakes up.
Despite having been in a relationship for a long time, he can count on one hand the number of times he’s slept beside you, so every time he wakes up next to you and hears you talking about your day, it brings him peace.
You often ask him why he looks at you that way, and he only smiles, asking you to keep talking, feeling at home after such a long time.
kim juhoon
Braiding your hair every night has become a habit.
Stepping out of the shower and finding him sitting on the bed, waiting for you, is already part of your routine. It’s something that naturally relaxes both of you. Juhoon is so gentle with your hair that feeling his touch slowly makes you drowsy.
The silence that accompanies you makes the atmosphere even more soothing, and you both know there’s no need to speak to fill it. And with a kiss on your cheek once he’s done, he leaves behind a soft tingling that makes you smile.
martin edwards
You don’t know if it’s instinct, but you can always tell when Martin wakes up in the middle of the night because of his insomnia.
Maybe it’s because you stop feeling his warmth beside you, or maybe because you simply know it’s going to happen.
Sometimes his mind is so full of thoughts that it keeps him awake, and even if he tells you to go back to sleep, he can’t help but smile in relief knowing you’ll stay with him—no matter if sleep takes you again just five minutes later.
eom seonghyeon
Listening to your heartbeat calms him instantly.
It’s not something he does often, but it happens on those free afternoons when he goes straight to your apartment and pulls you into an embrace, guiding you to the couch or the bed just so he can lie on top of you.
He rests his head on the left side of your chest, and if you run your fingers through his hair, he’ll fall asleep almost immediately.
ahn keonho
Over the past few months, Keonho has become obsessed with your scent and hasn’t stopped talking about it. He always tells you never to stop using whatever it is that makes you smell so good. It’s such a distinctive scent that he can recognize you even if you just pass by him.
Once, you found him asleep with his head resting on a table, using your coat as a pillow—and when you tried to take it back, he wouldn’t let you, saying it smelled like you.
y no sé como el tiempo se nos escapó | surprise...🎞️ | cortis content | materialist
english isn't my first language. martin edwards. non idol — a surprise? ﷼
"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞" you say once the driver takes all your suitcases out of the car. Standing in front of the house where you grew up makes a swirl of emotions rise in your chest, nostalgia taking over everything else.
It’s a beautiful day in Canada. The morning sun makes you feel warm for the first time after being so used to the constant cold of Europe. Feeling nervous at the thought of your parents’ surprised and emotional faces, you set your suitcases aside and knock on the door, unable to stop the nervous smile from spreading across your lips.
But time passes, and no one answers.
“Oh?”
A soft, surprised voice makes you turn around, and you see a woman standing on the other side of the street. She’s holding grocery bags, and her smile slowly grows. “Are you…?”
“Mrs. Edwards!” you exclaim when you finally recognize her face, and you watch as she lights up with excitement.
She drops the bags on the ground and crosses the street without a second thought. “Oh my God, it’s you.” She takes your hands, smiling endlessly. “When did you come back? Look how much you’ve grown—and how beautiful you are.”
You laugh at her words and let her pull you into a warm hug, one that reminds you of all the times you used to cling to her as a child, when she called you her one and only princess.
“I just arrived. I was trying to surprise my parents, but it ended up being a failed mission,” you reply, shrugging slightly.
“They went out a little while ago, princess. I think they’ll be back rather late today,” she says, still holding your hands.
You nod, and Mrs. Edwards glances over her shoulder. “Martin! Come here, boy.”
The name—one you had almost forgotten—makes your heart skip, and suddenly you feel nervous again when you see him in the distance.
He had been about to take the groceries out of the car when his mother called him, and that’s when you really notice how tall he is now. His hair is no longer long and dark, but short and blond instead.
He looks just as surprised as you do, yet he crosses the street without hesitation, a soft smile forming on his lips.
“Martin,” you say quietly, meeting his eyes.
“You came back.” His smile grows wider, and he lifts a hand to the back of his neck, visibly shy.
“Her parents aren’t home, and they’ll be back later,” his mother says, but he’s only looking at you.
“You can stay at our house while you wait for them,” he adds.
His mother nods. “Perfect. Martin, help her with her luggage.”
She disappears so quickly you barely notice, until you see Martin already lifting your suitcases.
“Oh—thank you,” you say, taking a moment to admire him, realizing just how much he’s changed as nostalgia hits you hard.
You’re about to cross the street when you suddenly feel a hand tug at yours.
“Wait.”
A car is about to pass, and if it hadn’t been for him, something bad could have happened.
Martin still hasn’t let go of your hand, afraid something else might happen to you, and you don’t even realize it until he apologizes, his cheeks turning red.
He lets you cross first, and you can feel his gaze on you. You’re not entirely sure how much longer you’ll be able to handle having him so close—inside his own house.
Maybe not that many things had changed since you were kids after all
just hold on, we’re going home | 12:56 a.m | 💋&team content | materialist
english is not my first language. hirota riki. non idol — an inusual situation and some tension ﷼
𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 and you’re dragging your feet out of the chaotic house while trying to keep up with your best friend ahead of you, who’s practically drunk but at least has her boyfriend. You’re going home after partying all night and you feel really tired, but at least winter break has begun, so you don’t have to worry about waking up early the next day.
Someone runs past you, stepping on your heels and hurting your toes. “Hey!” You exclaim, but you’re no longer sure who it was exactly, because when you look around, there are too many people. You sigh and somehow you feel lost, not seeing your friend around.
“Girl! Over here!” You feel relief hearing her voice from afar and you hurry your steps to the sidewalk, looking confused and wondering where all these people came from.
The car was full and your friend is already on her boyfriend’s lap all smiley and obviously drunk. For one moment, you don’t recognize the others inside once they turn the light on, realizing they’re your classmates.
“Dammit, I thought everyone could fit here” Yudai says on the driver seat while looking at the back.
“Well, I think she can sit on Maki’s lap” Your friend gives the idea looking at you with a big smile. Maki turns his head to your friend and then to you, not knowing what to say.
“That’s a great idea” Nicholas, who’s at the back with Fuma and EJ, agrees with a tone of tease.
You look at Maki, thinking about it. It’s getting cold and you just want to go home, so it seems like the best option. “You can just—” he stops himself, then gestures. “It’s fine. Sit here. We’ll be home soon.”
You sit down carefully, sideways at first, not putting your whole weight on him. Your knees angle toward the door, hands gripping your bag like it’s a lifetime.
He gets closer to you to close the door, making you feel nervous and also feeling multiple eyes on both of you, knowing that they’re going to tease you later about this.
The light is off and the car ride starts, which is somehow better because it means you can’t see his face properly but his warmth gives you goosebumps, maybe because it’s too cold and you’re wearing a skirt or because your heart is beating so fast.
Also, you can’t stop smelling his cologne all over you when he gave you his jacket hours before at the party when you looked cold.
“You good?” He asks quietly, leaning closer so only you hear while the others keep talking and laughing.
“Yeah” You say softly, finally facing him again and admiring his attractiveness.
When the car finally slows, Maki exhales softly.
“Almost there” He says, relieved.
When you stand up, you hugged yourself with his jacket unconsciously, saying goodbye to everyone.
Later, you find yourself cuddling on your bed looking at his instagram account, repeating the ride back home over and over in your mind.
you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her | red month | 🖇️ &team content | materialist
english isn't my first language. hyung line scenario. non idol — it's that time of the month ﷼
koga yudai
After a day full of pain and also sleeping most of it, you finally wake up from your nap realizing Yudai it’s not by your side as you remembered before falling asleep. Walking out of the bedroom, seeing him at the sofa with his computer gives you a kinda of relief.
You know he’s going to be there all the time, but all you need right now is him. He doesn’t notice you until you walk in front of him just to cuddle by his side under the blankets and get comfy.
“Are you feeling better?” He asks softly, his arms wrapped around your lower back, pulling you closer to his warmth.
You smile at him, nodding. “Yes, but honestly I’m craving something sweet right now” You mention casually, wondering if he’s going to guess what you want exactly.
“So that means you want a cinnamon roll, am I wrong?” Your smile gets wider just to give him multiple kisses on his cheeks.
murata fuma
Coming home feels like heaven after a long day of ballet classes for little girls, not expecting to having your period all of the sudden, feeling more exhausted than usual and awkward with your own body. Luckily, Fuma arrives quicker than you thought, not giving him the time to get of the car and open the door for you.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asks, genuinely confused about your action until he notices your face full of pain.
“Can we get home fast? My period came early today” That’s all you have to say and your boyfriend is driving fast home, holding one of your hands.
Once you’re home, you lean back against the door with your eyes closed, suddenly not feeling the floor when you’re in your boyfriend’s arms.
You sigh and melt into your boyfriend’s arms, not feeling your body for a moment. Later, you find yourself resting against his broad body, feeling relieved in that position as he presses his hands into your lower back just like you told him to, because somehow it helped ease the pain.
wang yixiang
You find yourself playing with the food, feeling nauseous but confused because you’re feeling weird. Nicholas says thank you to the waitress after receiving the last plate of dinner you ordered, looking at you and noticing how your mood changed suddenly.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks softly but frowns when you start looking pale. He stands up quickly and holds your face. Your breath sped up, warmth spreading as you began to sweat.
"My period cramps" You barely managed to whisper, leaning against his body, feeling weaker by the second. Nicholas asks for something sweet, and after a while, you feel better but still can’t manage to stand up by yourself for too long.
He decides to cancel the restaurant reservation as he leads you to the car at our pace. It's clear he's a little upset with you for not telling him you're on your period.
"Babe please, don't do this again, I’m so worried right now and you could've told me you're feeling bad"
byun euijoo
You panick and you squeeze your legs together, feeling uncomfortable, fully aware that you’ve stained yourself. Euijoo is driving you home after a cute date, but you feel so embarrassed telling him what just happened, that once he opens the door for you, the nerves don’t let you talk properly.
“What happens? Are you okay?” He asks knowing something is wrong.
“I-I think I stained my pants. I have my period” Your eyes feel watery and your cheeks are red, fully embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to get blood in your car” Tears come down of your cheeks.
“Princess, you don’t have to feel sorry or embarrassed about this. I don’t care about my car, I only care about you, so don’t feel bad for something natural” He holds your face and cleans your tears, making you feel better.
first class with the seat back, I still see ya’ | shibuya | 🍺 enhypen content | materialist | crazy rich asian series
english isn’t my first language. lee heeseung. rich bf — just hee being your rich bf ﷼
first bloom of the cherry blossoms.
It happened early in the morning when you vaguely said you wanted to see the first bloom of the cherry blossoms, and the next morning, you're flying in his private jet to Kyoto. He's acting like it's not a big deal but it's because he wants to make you happy.
matching red bottoms shoes.
The matching red bottoms are only strictly reserved for major, high stakes events. It's a silent power move. Watching each other walk in sync from behind while your red bottoms show up will appear in magazines in a few hours.
yacht movie night.
This is something that both of you enjoy doing once you had a very rough week. Hanging out with him on his private yacht, anchored just off the coast of Busan, where he projects classic romance movies onto a sail makes you feel loved again. Because even if both of you try to be together everyday, you know it's pretty hard sometimes, especially for the type of life you have.
Even though, Heeseung likes to make you feel like a princess, so he prepares a bunch of snacks for you while he prepares your favorite pizza.
paintings around his whole penthouse.
Every six months, you take a flight to Florence, Italy to continue studying and improving your art as you stay there for two months. Most of the time, your boyfriend goes with you but he can't stay more than three weeks and once you start creating your new painting, he's patienly waiting for your new creation to arrive at the front of his door.
If you take a look to his penthouse, it's surrounded by your paintings in almost every wall. Well, he would have to move your paintings to a bigger house.
after party tease.
You're chatting with a famous designer once the show ended and Heeseung is standing next to you with his hand at your lower back, every so often giving you a squeeze just because he's a little bit bored.
"Who wore them better?" The person you're talking with makes a overly remark about your matching red bottoms Louboutins. He immediately pulls you closer by the waist and flashes his signature flirty smirk.
"She did. She always does" He says, winking at you.
a private concert.
You were upset with him, well a little bit because you perfectly understand that he can't be with you at every event you attend, so once you return home feeling extremely tired, you find Heeseung with his rare, vintage guitar sitting on the couch waiting for you.
He lit your scented candles, making you feel comfortable and giving you an immediate feeling of warm relief. He starts singing your favorite songs while you laid next to him, almost falling asleep.
future babies.
It's not a secret that you want babies and he does too, but once you visit his little nephew to take care of him while his parents go out to have a little time for themselves, you seem to fall in love again with your boyfriend.
He immediately holds the baby within his hands while the baby boy cries. Heeseung supports the neck with confidence, tucks the tiny body close his broad shoulder and starts singing a lullaby while the baby slowly calms down.
both mad but at the same time relaxed.
Every time you get on a fight with him, you turn out surprised by the multiple ways he does to make you happy again. This time, he decided to reschedule his entire agenda just to make some time with you, taking you to his private villa on the coast of Busan and turning off his phone.
"We aren't leaving until the issue is solved, and we are both genuinely relaxed” He insists.
back hugs and caressing your hair.
He absolutely loves back hugging you whenever he needs to feel you, resting his head on top of yours when you’re not wearing heels. Also, you can feel his arms around your neck and chest when he wants to pull you closer, kissing your cheek.
Touching your hair is something he does when he feels bored or anxious. He doesn’t say anything but as his hands start touching or playing with your hair, you can easily guess how he feels.
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matching private jets.
You’re such a pink girl and he knows it, however it’s not a coincidence that your private jet has some details in soft pink and black, and his private jet does too.
Even though, both of you do not enjoy traveling alone but this cute detail makes you remember each other.
fridge full of snacks.
He perfectly knows how picky you become every time your period hits, so he buys tons of food that you like just to make you happy.
There’s another fridge at the kitchen just for you and all the snacks you need, not letting you stop eating everything you want if that makes you happy.
broken makeup = new one.
As a lover of makeup, he perfectly knows that you have a huge collection of beauty products, but at the same your clumsiness makes you break multiple products. So every time this happens, he just ask you the name of it and where did you buy, just to get a new one the same day.
booked a museum for you.
After a long day of shooting for brands, he surprises you with a date at the museum, but little did you know that he booked the whole museum just for the two of you so you can have a private time with him.
family trip to monaco.
After months of stressful weeks, your boyfriend decides to take a flight with you, without telling you where you’re going and for your surprise, he bought flights for your family to Monaco knowing how much you’ve been missing them, which makes you cry a little bit.
“I really appreciate this with my heart, babe” You said, kissing his lips as he can’t hide his big smile on his face.
mini Kelly’s collection.
It started since the first months of dating, but he wasn’t planning to get your love with bags and things like that, he genuinely started to buy mini Kelly’s to match your outfits.
So now, almost every month you receive a new mini Kelly.
fireworks at midnight.
He’s been away from you due to work and the last time you were talking with him, you couldn’t hide how much you’ve been missing him even if the business trip is just for four days.
Even though, you didn’t expect to see fireworks at your backyard as you’re face-timing him, perfectly knowing it was him.
he still gets jealous.
You’re a top model for runways and when the Fashion Week starts, your schedule turns out pretty tight which makes hard for both to see each other, however he tries to attend to every single show you’re going to perform just to show you how proud he is.
Although, he can’t deny that he gets a bit jealous because all the attention turns out to you and he can’t really appreciate you or congratulate you the right way because of the media’s attention.
So, that’s when he prefers to take you by your waist and run away from the media, walking through an isolated hallway and give you kisses.
touching your hair and always having time for you.
After a rough day at work, you can easily read his body language and tell that he needs to relax, but somehow you noticed a time ago how much he likes touching your hair. It’s like therapeutic for him and that’s why you always try to keep your hair down just to feel his hands on your hair.
Otherwise, even if he sometimes acts like he doesn’t need you, he does the impossible to have some time just for you, even if that means he will be talking with you through the phone.
