Genre: Disgusting copious amounts of fluff
Pairing: D.O. x fem!reader
god okay so i may have completely forgot that i do birthday drabbles and i’m a terrible friend BUT luckily it is still mima’s birthday (thank you timezones). so HAPPY BIRTHDAY @kyungiebaby i adore you and love you and i was going to make this an angst but you deserve something sweet on your special day!
You meet him in the spring.
The sky is a swirl of golden paint, peppered with cotton candy pink and burnt orange. A gentle breeze combs through your hair, bringing the scent of street food to you. The flowers around you are in full bloom, a rainbow of colors.
You sit on a bench, absorbing the sunset. The park is closing soon, the people are heading home to eat their dinners and prepare for the upcoming day. You can afford to stay for a few more minutes, though.
“Can I take a picture of you?” The man who approaches you is bearing a camera and a shy smile. “You don’t have to say yes.”
“What’s it for?” you ask, skeptical.
“I’m a photographer. I usually just do nature shots but, well, -” He stops abruptly, his cheeks turning the prettiest shade of pink. “It would be a really pretty shot is all. I could show you after if you’d like.”
You nod and follow his directions (“Just look off to the side there, yeah, perfect.”) and he’s finished taking pictures in a mere five minutes. He sits next to you on the bench and shows you what he’s done. You’re the main subject in the photos. The sunset hits your face perfectly, washing it in liquid gold. The cherry blossom tree behind you is shedding its flowers, sprinkling the photos with pretty pink.
“Thanks.” He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip nervously. “I’m Kyungsoo, by the way.”
A comfortable silence settles over the two of you as the sun slips over the horizon, gold turning to navy blue.
You date him in the summer.
Kyungsoo takes you out to get ice cream, then to the movies, then to go star gazing. He becomes yours and you become his.
Having Kyungsoo as a lover is different from having him as a friend, you find out. He lets go around you, shedding his exterior and becoming something that can only be described as wholly and uniquely Kyungsoo around you. You come to like this side of him, you like seeing his eyes light up at a particularly delicious bite of food, like it when he presses his face into your shoulder to hide the fact that he’s sleepy.
You pull him outside to dance in summer thunderstorms and he drags you to street festivals at night. You let him sing to you on rooftops while you count the stars in his eyes. You kiss his full lips and melt when he pulls you into his lap.
Fireflies dance across the surface of the lake. You and Kyungsoo sit on the pier, your feet dangling in the water. You rest your head on his shoulder while he traces circles into the palm of your hand, every so often bringing it up to his lips to press a gentle kiss there.
He tells you he loves you quietly, barely heard over the din of crickets chirping.
You fall for him in the autumn.
Amidst sweaters and pumpkin flavored coffee, he never leaves your side. He brings you warm food when you work for hours, rubs your shoulders and offers you reassuring words.
You read books together in silence, a mystery for him and a romance novel for you. You lay on his chest, wrapped up in your own fictional worlds while he’s wrapped up in his. His arm is tucked around your waist, holding you close to him surely and securely.
He takes you on walks on paths covered in red and gold and brown, the leaves crunching under your feet. He laces your fingers with his and holds onto the rim of your beanie when he kisses you.
Kyungsoo cups your face when he kisses you. His hands are cold, but you don’t mind too much. He takes your cheeks in his hands and pulls you close to him, smiling when his lips meet yours.
He never stops taking pictures of you. Sometimes he’ll post them, but most are for his own keeping. Pictures of you cooking, when you’ve just woken up, when you’re reading. Your favorites are the ones where you’re looking directly at the camera, directly at him. You’re glad that he has something to look at to remind him of how much you love him. You can see it in your own eyes, just how much you feel for him.
You kiss him on street corners, in coffee shops, in the library. Each time he flushes pink all the way to the tips of his ears and kisses you back.
You love him in the winter.
He looks much too endearing like that, with warm socks and pajama pants, huddled underneath blankets on the couch. Your new apartment is wonderful, if not small, but the heating situation isn’t the most pleasant.
It doesn’t matter too much, you decide as you join him underneath his mound of warmth. As long as Kyungsoo’s there to keep you warm.
You watch cheesy movies together just like that, buried under layers of blankets, cold feet touching. On the days when it isn’t too terrible to go out, you’ll make snowmen and take pictures in the snow.
You take him to see the winter lights for the first time and your heart clenches when you watch him. His head is tilted up, eyes alight with boyish wonder, heart-shaped smile on his lips. He is utterly and completely beautiful.
He surprises you with mistletoe one morning, dumb cheesy smile on his face. You roll your eyes and grab him by the collar.
During those cold winter nights, he holds you close to his chest and traces constellations into your back. “Hey,” he whispers.
“Hey, yourself,” you reply.
“You know I love you right?”
You close your eyes, letting the timbre of his voice wash over you. Suddenly you feel warm, despite the frigid conditions of the room.
You kiss him over and over again, and the way he kisses you back has your eyes stinging. You love him so, so, much. And God he loves you, he really, really, loves you.
“How could I not?” you reply. You feel him smile against your lips.
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