like he’s really funny and always jokes around so he’d be so fun
but he’s also really sweet and caring and would make sure to feed you, etc
sometimes you feel like you’re older even though he’s like, three years older than you lmao
he’d be the type of brother to come into your room while your asleep and like, jump on you to wake you up
and you’d just be, “cHAN IT’S THREE AM”
“sorrryyyy but i thought you might wanna know that (your favourite band) just released teasers for their comeback!”
and you’re still sorta half asleep and you stare at him for a moment trying to process what he said before finally tumbling out of bed and getting tangled in the sheets
and he just laughs and lets you try to untangle yourself for a moment before he helps you get out
and then the two of you run into his room and he has like eighteen tabs and six apps open on his computer
and you just stare at him for a moment while he shuffles through the tabs, “wait i know i have the trailer open on youtube-”
“chan… how do you ever get anything done-”
“valid question! i just do-”
anyway he finds the tab and you two watch it together
and you make him replay it a couple times of course but you fall asleep on his shoulder like the sixth time through
and he doesn’t notice until he restarts the video the seventh time and glances over at you
and he just freezes for a moment and watches you contentedly
but then he very very very carefully pulls his arm out from under your head and wraps it around your shoulders
you’re like half awake but eh
and he carefully with one hand moves his computer off of your knees (one of his knees and the other of yours so you could both see the screen-) and puts it on his desk beside the bed
and then he really carefully lays you down on his pillow and just tucks you in
IM SCREAMING THIS IS SO CUTE
and then he takes his stuff and just sits at his desk till he realizes the sun is coming up and he hasn’t slept
he just sighs and crawls in next to you,,,
y'all have done this before and you’re close enough as siblings that it’s not weird
and you guys sleep for another few hours
and you wake up before him and you see his computer on his desk and it’s still on
you immediately know he was up late
so you very very very carefully crawl out of bed and tuck him back in
you leave him a note beside his bed saying that you’re downstairs and not to worry cause he will worry
and he wakes up around noon and you’re sitting downstairs watching tv or something
and he just grins at you
“did you sleep well?”
“i slept more than you did!”
and y'all are just!! so cute!! sibling goals to be so honest 💕 he loves you with all his heart and would never trade you for another sibling (even if he sometimes jokes otherwise) and same goes for you.
check out my other writings! likes, reblogs, and requests are appreciated but please do not repost. thank you! (masterlist)
SKZ REACTION : hearing their s/o speaking their first language
a/n: very first reaction. hope that it isn’t too bad, haha. thank you anon !
CHAN
eventhough you always have 100% of his attention, his everything would be directed to you whenever you speak in your mother tongue. as chan can already speak a few languages, he’d love to learn your native one from you and try to have some kind of ‘study lessons’ (but cooler) by your side.
“Slow down, it’s so confusing”
WOOJIN
just like whenever felix or even chan speak in english, he’d be all soft smiles and 100% focused on whatever you’re saying. Woojin would pick up on some sentences or words you often say and try to pronounce them in the cutest way possible. this boy would find it endearing in a way and thinks that your voice sounds even better whenever you talk in your mother tongue and eventhough he probably doesn’t understand more than half of whatever you’re saying, he’d ask you to speak in this language from time to time ; just so that he can listen to your soothing voice.
“How do you say ‘you’re cute’ ?”
MINHO
he’d be surprised the first time but would get used to it very quickly. minho would be the type to pick up on words and sentences without realising it. he’d learn the language just by hearing you speak it and it’d lowkey amaze you. sometimes he’d ask you to sing in your mother tongue, just because it’s easier to learn this way but mainly because he wants to hear your voice.
“Come on ! Sing for me, just a little bit, please ?”
CHANGBIN
let’s be honest, you’d turn into your mother tongue whenever you’re stressed or angry. which means that Changbin mostly hears you speak that language whenever you argue. he’d get all confused and sweaty because shit he can’t fight back and you look very pissed off but somehow, he grows lowkey soft. just because hearing your native language is so rare and it always has some kind of effect on him.
“Come on teach me something else besides swear words.”
HYUNJIN
he’d get super silent and focussed whenever you speak, trying to figure out whatever you’re saying but he’d give up fast. this boy would just love listening to you talking in that one language, he’d love to notice the way you’re able to from some sounds he wouldn’t be able to.
“How do you do that ?”
JISUNG
he likes it so much he’d ask you to talk in that ‘super cool language of yours’ whenever he has the chance. he’d look at you with big round eyes full of love and adoration while lowkey trying to understand whatever you’re saying. and even if you called him a stupid idiot, Jisung would cheer on you. he just loves hearing your native language that much.
“You’re so cool, i can’t believe”
FELIX
he’d absolutely love it ! felix would be the type to grow excited whenever you’d express yourself in your mother tongue. he’d be all woaah’s eventhough what you said was quite simple and he’d keep on showing you off because that boy is the #1 ultimate supportive boyfriend.
“Did you know that Y/N is super fluent in 2 languages ? Come on show them !”
SEUNGMIN
would be a bit flustered everytime because he isn’t used to it but Seungmin would really love to hear you talk in your native language whenever you had the chance to. like Felix he’d be a bit impressed but somehow very proud of you. would love to learn from you and try to get better at that one language.
“Don’t you think i improved a lot ?”
JEONGIN
he’d grow a bit nervous. just because he doesn’t like the fact that he doesn’t understand a single thing. don’t get me wrong, he loves the sound of your native language but like, you could be saying literally anything and he can’t pick up on it. it’s quite frustrating and lowkey stressing him out whenever he overhears you speaking about him on the phone. apart from his name he can’t make out what you say and ugh poor baby is a bit selfconscious.
Yuta’s greeting was immediate when Taeyong entered the kitchen, sweeping the older into a tight hug and peppering his face in kisses that caused Taeyong to giggle. When Yuta finally put him down with a lingering kiss to his lips, Taeyong raised his eyebrows.
“And what, Mr. Nakamoto, was that for?” he inquired, putting on his best ‘unimpressed’ face (not that it was hard, he was basically dating two giant, clingy toddlers--not that he minded).
Yuta hummed happily. “To let you know that I love you dearly and appreciate everything you do for us.”
Taeyong pursed his lips. “What did you do?” he deadpanned, crossing his arms.
“Nothing!” Yuta squawked indignantly. “Honest!” Taeyong raised his eyebrows higher and Yuta denied doing anything again, so Taeyong hummed, placing a chaste kiss to the younger’s lips.
“Where’s Jaehyun?"
Yuta hummed. “He’ll be back in a minute.”
“Vague,” Taeyong noted. “What’s going on?”
“Our Taeyong is so nosy!” Yuta announced loudly, sighing as he fell against the back of the kitchen chair dramatically, causing Jisung to giggle. Taeyong sighed, giving up.
Word Count (current): 17,910 (7 chapters)
Pairings: Jung Yoonoh | Jaehyun/Lee Taeyong, Lee Taeyong/Nakamoto Yuta, Jung Yoonoh | Jaehyun/Nakamoto Yuta, Jung Yoonoh | Jaehyun/Lee Taeyong/Nakamoto Yuta
Tags: this is probably really bad just gonna be real with y'all, taeyong is a teacher, yuta is a teacher, jaehyun is a doctor, he works in the ER, jisung is a student, so are the rest of the dreamies, johnny volunteers at the school, jisung is adopted, Everyone Is Gay, because nct, taeyong is their little baby, at least when they're alone, but uhhh, jisung is insecure, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, But also, The Author Regrets Everything, lots of sweet kisses, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, jisung has anxiety, taeyong is prone to migraines((based on my experience with migraines)), yuta is a momma when taeyong can't be, taeyong has insomnia, they all live together with jisung, jisung is too cute, Nakamoto Yuta is Whipped, jaehyun is whipped, Lee Taeyong is Whipped, Lee Taeyong Needs a Hug, Rating May Change, just depends on how i'm feeling later, lmk if you want something to happen and i'll try to add a scene, jisung cries, someone give my baby a hug, oof that's a lot of tags, let me know if i need to add anything to the tags, lee taeyong is anxious, There's cursing, jaehyun is depressed, yuta has a bad knee, momma taeyong is best taeyong, it gets a bit sensual at points....but so far i haven't anything E-rated planned for this fic, jaehyun has dissociate disorder, please be careful when reading if you have certain triggers!!!, please read my notes to see if there are any specific warnings to the chapter!!, read safely!
Warnings: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Self-Esteem Issues, Panic Attacks, jaehyun has dissociate disorder, jisung has anxiety, lee taeyong is anxious
Note! : I put any and all warnings in the notes at the beginning of the chapters, I hope you can spread this and love this fic like I have loved writing it! Please, let me know if you want a certain scene or moment, I’m flexible!!! The updates are coming a bit slower right now since school has just started, but they’ll be coming faster soon! Please bear with me and spread the love <3
Summary: “I’m sorry,” Jisung kept whispering, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to hold your hand, I’m sorry I couldn’t stop you getting eliminated.” Minho sobbed harder, clutching at Jisung’s shirt until his knuckles were white and he was afraid the fabric would rip in his hold.
Jisung’s world seemed to stop, however, when Minho whispered, “I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough to debut with you.”
Warning: negative self-image
Genre: angst and fluff, Jisung/Minho of Stray Kids
Word Count: 634 words
Minho was tired. He didn’t know how else to put it. There was no eloquent, poetic way to phrase such a simple emotion. He’d been eliminated and then thrown back into the world of idols. He’d lost all hope and clung to the permeating emotion even after he’d returned home.
Despite Felix’s desperate hugs from outside the door that held their happiness, before they’d been let into the room with their family, despite Chan’s tears when they were alone once again, the nine of them… despite Seungmin’s warm arms and Hyunjin’s apologies… despite Changbin’s choked apologies of not being able to stop the pain and Woojin’s heart wrenching sobs, clinging to the younger, begging God to let him stay this time and Jeongin’s close-mouthed sobs as he held Minho’s hand during the evening’s movie… despite the sweet kiss Jisung had given Minho when they were alone in their bedroom, Hyunjin and Seungmin moving to another room to give them the rest of the night in private...
He was tired. He was tired and felt that he didn’t deserve to be there with the other eight.
Jisung and he laid on a bed together, facing each other in the darkness. Jisung leaned forward again, movements desperate as they linked lips once again, tears mixing between their lips, tongue coming to wipe away the salt. Their lips moved quickly but not painfully as they both gasped, breaths hitching every once in a while with a particularly harsh sob. Finally, though, Minho broke his lips away, breathing becoming harder and harder whether Jisung’s lips were there or not.
Jisung moved to hold him close instead. “I’m sorry,” Jisung kept whispering, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to hold your hand, I’m sorry I couldn’t stop you getting eliminated.” Minho sobbed harder, clutching at Jisung’s shirt until his knuckles were white and he was afraid the fabric would rip in his hold.
Jisung’s world seemed to stop, however, when Minho whispered, “I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough to debut with you.”
Jisung felt like his world was collapsing at the sincerity that laced Minho’s words. Jisung pulled back slowly. “You really believe that?” Jisung asked, voice thick. Minho kept his head down and expression blank as he nodded and Jisung’s breath caught as everything turned silent. The white noise had stopped and they were left in silence as Jisung tried to understand how Minho felt.
Jisung pushed Minho rather harshly onto his back, moving to straddle him so Minho had to look at him, tears clinging to his eyelashes. Minho looked tired, dead, and just laid there as Jisung planted his hands on Minho’s shoulders. His voice was angry, heavy with betrayal and lingering distress. “You were good enough! You were always good enough, Lee Minho! JYP is just a shitbag that wanted ratings! Don’t you understand? They were for drama! Ratings! It wasn’t because you weren’t good enough. It wasn’t ever because you weren’t good enough...” Jisung voice diminished at the end and he choked on a sob. “Rapping isn’t your forte. He knew that. You’re a dancer…” Jisung’s chest stuttered as he sucked in, trying to get enough air.
“It isn’t-- It wasn’t ever your fault,” he whispered, pulling back, arms wrapping around his own waist. It was mine. It should have been me…
“It wasn’t your fault either, Sunggie,” Minho whispered back, a hand coming to wipe at the wetness on Jisung’s cheeks. “It wasn’t your fault. You helped me so much, it wasn’t your fault.”
Jisung nodded once, twice, thrice, before moving back down to hug Minho, arms tight around his waist. Minho gripped his back just as tightly, holding him as close as possible.
“We’ll be okay, Jisunggie,” Minho breathed, letting sleep take him.
“I love you,” Jisung exposed to the darkness of midnight.
Summary: [2:16 AM] jaehyun answers your call tiredly with a raspy voice claiming that he isn’t tired at all and it is a perfect time to call. via. @youaremychwingum
Word Count: 972 words
Warnings: self-image issues, but it isn’t bad, I promise.
Genre: fluff, fluff/angst, slight angst
Credit: credit goes to the wonderful mochi and jelly for the prompt from the blog @youaremychwingum thank you for your loving, adorable posts. i’ll def be tagging you in the future bc i love your posts
The phone rings once. Twice. Thrice. She chokes on a sob.
The fourth ring is cut off as soft static fills her left ear before a comforting voice croaks, "Mei, baby? What's wrong?" The rustling of sheets comes through the line and she has to clear her throat before she can find it in her to respond.
"Hey, Jae. I'm really sorry for calling so late--"
"No, no, I was still up, it isn't too late," he lies, voice raspy and deep. It's so clear that she woke him up, but the falsities comfort her despite everything. "Is something the matter? You sound kinda stuffy."
Her voice thickens and tears start to fall as she responds, "No, nothing's wrong."
Jaehyun makes a small noise in the back of his throat. "Oh, darling," Jaehyun sighed. "What happened?"
"I can't sleep, " she admits, clearing her throat as she tries to push away the tears. "I took my sleeping pills, I haven't been on my phone, the room is dark, and it isn't like I've been up and about. I don't get it, Jae-- I--" She chokes, words sticking in her throat.
"Take a deep breath, baby," Jaehyun coaxes, voice still sluggish as sleep clings diligently to his eyelashes. "You can take your time in talking to me, I'm not going anywhere. In and out, darling, take your time."
Mei nods despite knowing Jaehyun can't see her and take an audible, shaky breath. "Okay," she tries breathily before clearing her throat and running a shaking hand through her locks. "Okay."
Jaehyun hums encouragingly and she feels a bit of guilt settle on her heart, but she pushes it down because she knows ((deeply, completely, confidently knows)) Jaehyun would be upset if he found out she didn't come to him when she couldn't sleep.
"School is piling up," she sighs, "and my anxiety had been piling up with it. And the lack of motivation. It keeps getting harder and harder to get out of bed in the morning. And I--" She hesitates. Isn't sure if she wants Jaehyun to hear these 3am thoughts. "I don't know if I'm enough for you. I keep thinking that someone else could make you so much happier, give you so much more than I can. I mean-- I spend at least a week out of the month locked in my room because I can't force myself out of bed. How is that enough for you? I mean, anyone else could give you--"
"No," a clear voice cuts through.
Mei's entire body freezes. "I'm sorry?"
"No," Jaehyun repeats, firmer this time. He sounds much more awake. "Anyone else could not give me better. No one else can give me better than you already do. Wanna know why no one else could ever give me better, Mei?" He waits for her to let out a small squeak before taking a deep breath.
"Because with anyone else, this relationship would mean nothing. I love you and you've told me multiple times that you love me as well. Based on this, I can only believe that no one else could give me better because I love no one else like I love you. No one else loves me like you do. You give me enough, my baby, you've always given me more than enough. So no. No one else could make me feel the way you do, no one else can unravel me with sweet words and sunny smiles. Mei, baby, I'm in love with you. Madly, deeply, I'm so fucking in love with you."
Mei chokes on another sob as her heart squeezes in her chest. "Jaehyun, I'm sorry," she whispers into the receiver, "I love you so much.”
“Do you want me to come over, sweetheart?”
Mei makes a noise of protest. “No-- you’ve got classes tomorrow.”
“I think you overestimate my want to go to class tomorrow,” Jaehyun snorts. “I’m coming over now, okay?”
“Okay,” comes the quiet response. “I love you, be safe.”
Jaehyun is across campus and knocking Mei’s door within minutes. The moment she throws open the door, she wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his collar bone. Jaehyun firm, steady arms envelope her tightly and he drops kiss after kiss to her head, mumbling ‘I love you’s, ‘I’m here’s to her sweetly.
Mei pulls back slightly and pushes herself onto her toes, placing her bitten lips against his smooth ones. Jaehyun pulls her even closer, arms tightening around her body as he kisses back. Her kiss is desperate, but there is no tongue, She just chants Understand I love you, understand I love you over and over, praying that Jaehyun gets what she’s trying to say.
He response with fervor, picking her up and letting her rest on his hips so she isn’t straining so much. Her legs wrap as best as they can around his thick body. His lips are warm and soft and she’s so damn tired. She pulls away.
“I love you,” she whispers, teary-eyed. “So, so much. Thank you for coming over, I--”
Jaehyun shushes her with another kiss. “I know, baby, I know, I’m here now.” He kisses her again, taking her bottom lip between his own. “Let’s get to bed, you need sleep.”
Mei nods, letting her head drop to his shoulder. He carries her back to her bed, laying her down gently and getting under the covers next to her. She wraps herself around his waist, head on his shoulder as he beckons her closer.
“Sleep, my angel,” Jaehyun whispers, body warm against her frigid one. “I’ll be here when you wake.”
It takes another hour, but she finally succumbs to Sleep.
It’s one in the afternoon when she wakes and Jaehyun is still there, still holding her.
Summary: Her mother spits words like fire and Renjun is there to sooth the burns and wrap the wounds.
Word Count: 1,212
Warnings: body image issues, self-esteem issues, talk of running away, allusions to abuse, dissociation, (Please let me know if I need to add to warnings)
Genre: romance, fluff, hurt/comfort, LOTS of emotions
She huffed lightly, trying to gather the courage to enter Renjun's room. She'd been at the dorm for a good 45 minutes already (thirty of which had been spent in front of Renjun's door), but she couldn't find the courage to talk to her boyfriend of three and a half years. Heaven help her, she felt like an idiot. Earlier that day, she had been a bit teary as she spoke with Renjun on the phone (read: a mess sobbing so hard she physically couldn't breathe for a few moments as she tried to steer her thoughts away from panic attack territory) right before he went on stage and she felt awful for it. He was about to perform and had to worry about her stupid crying fit while she was sitting in her room, crying like an idiot because why? Her mom had called her fat. (Fat, unlovable, hated, a pity-toy, an idiot, a freak, she kept the extra words thrown at her to herself. She kept the bruising hands against her side and sleeve-covered wrists to herself, to the darkness.)
He told her she wasn't. He tried to comfort her with what she was sure were genuine words but felt like faked niceties at the time. He asked her to come over after schedules--begged her, if he was being completely honest--mind drawing up worse case scenarios if she decided to do something rash in her state of heightened emotion (which she already had a track record of, making him even more worried than he originally would have been). She was self conscious and had low self esteem and was never truly satisfied with herself as she found herself caught in the whirlwind of media-induced expectations due to her mother's job as a model recruiter for a major magazine company and lack of censoring on her parents' parts.
A sweet voice called her name from behind her, a large, tanned hand coming to rest on her shoulder. "I think it's time you talked to him," Donghyuck suggested gently, voice kind. "I mean, he was worried about you and when we got home he locked himself in his room to draw. I think he needs you right now as much as you need him."
She felt her eyes cloud over with hot salt-water, head moving of its own accord in a slow nod motion, hand reaching up to rasp gently on the wood without her consent--was she dissociating now? Oh, she hoped not... Donghyuck hugged her quickly before moving past her and to his own room. The door was pulled open slowly, the door not creaking as it usually did-- or could she just not hear it over the roaring in her ears?
"Baby?"
Renjun.
Renjun was here. She felt herself begin to cry as the door opened and Renjun tugged her into the slightly-dark room gently. "Baby, it's okay. I'm right here." She let herself be guided into Renjun's arm, into home. She let the tears flow as safety enveloped her like a heated blanket. "Are you crying about what your mother said right now? Baby, she's wrong, and even if she weren't, which she is, no one would love you any less!" She nodded crying harder as she felt his hand begin to card through her too-short locks. Why had her mother made her cut it all off...?
"I love you, sweetheart, so much. Your mother is wrong and an idiot to not see how wonderful her daughter is. You are beautiful the way you choose to be and she shouldn't be allowed to take that away from you-- no one should, you hear me?" he asked (implored, begged, silently screamed as he tried to have her see what he saw every time he looked at his angel).
"I know, rationally, that my mother is a liar, but her words seem to be so much stronger than my thoughts and it's hard, Injunnie, I don’t know what to do," she sobbed, voice breaking and cracking as she clutched his shirt tighter. He moved her so she was lying against his chest, situation in his lap instead of awkwardly bent over with her head in his stomach as she tried to hide her puffy pink face. She was slipping away, the dissociation becoming stronger and Renjun could hear it in her voice.
Renjun hummed to her softly, beginning to rock her back... and forth... and back... slowly.
"Try to focus on my words, baby. Notice my accent, feel my arms around you, smell the paint and markers that scent the room, and try to believe my next words over your mother... Your mother, in losing your trust, has lost the sweetest, kindest thing in the world. Your mother, in cutting off your hair which you treasure so deeply, has lost the most important jewel in the world for the sake of high fashion. Your mother, in calling you fat as an insult, has condemned herself to not seeing how beautiful you truly are behind the artificial lenses of society. Your mother is wrong. And, in being wrong, has lost so much. Your father, by his silence and apathy, has condemned himself alongside your mother and he is accountable for such non-actions and their impact on their wonderful angel." Renjun placed a feather-light kiss to her temple and her body buzzed as she slowly climbed out of the wave dissociation. "My baby, my sweet angel, they are losing so much in not loving you the way you are... and it'll hurt to know that they don’t accept you the way you come, I acknowledge that, but being able to recognize the toxicity of the situation will help you in dealing with their harsh words."
"I want to run away. I want to stay where I'm loved. Renjun, I want to be able to come home every day," she choked out, voice thick as another tear rolled down her (quite frankly squishable, adorable, soft, joy-inducing) cheeks.
"Then run away," he whispered into the lamp-lit room. "Run away from your house and come home. In two months time, baby, in two months time you can come home officially. Your 18th birthday will have passed and Head Manager-nim loves you. I talked to him, he promised me you could come here so long as we behaved and we're respectful. Baby, come home." She nodded vigorously into her boyfriend's chest.
"I don’t think they'd even notice I'm gone and that hurts but I don't want to be there any more," she whispered just as quietly. "I can come home in two month."
Renjun pulled her face away from his chest, wiping away the tears with his hoodie sleeve as he smiled at her brightly. "My angel," he breathed, a small giggle leaving his lips as he leaned forward to catch her lips warmly. Lip against lip they stayed for a while, moving leisurely, innocently.
He pulled away and caressed your cheek. "Now... let's get you water since you lost so much crying, steal Mark-hyung's laptop, and cuddle while watching a movie. How does that sound?"
"Can we nap before we watch a movie?"
"Anything for my angel," he promised, leaving one last longer kiss to her soft cheek before picking her up. "Anything in the world."
Summary: She was tired, but she hadn’t seen Donghyuck in a week-- of course she was going to lie and say she wanted to go to the movies.
Word Count: 641
Warnings: N/A, fluff
She was tired-- physically this time-- so damn tired, but she didn't want to tell Donghyuck no when he asked if she'd like to go to the movies. She hadn't seen him all week due to upcoming exams and she was beyond tired from studying, but she wanted to see him.
Her smile widened at the high ringing that filled the house as she yelled goodbye to her mother and met Donghyuck with a tight hug on her porch. Donghyuck shared the embrace easily, pressing a feather-light kiss to her forehead.
"How are you?" he hummed quietly, rocking them slowly.
She shrugged, eyes closed. "Fine, I guess," she breathed, eyes heavy as she rested against Donghyuck’s collar bones
Donghyuck nodded and pulled away, opening the car door for her before getting in. He held her hand the whole way to the movie theater, talking softly in his higher voice as she tried not to fall asleep.
"Sweetheart," he hummed quietly, squeezing her hand lightly, "we can go if you just want to sleep, I don't mind."
She shook her head frowning. "I'm not tired, I'm fine. I wanna go out with you."
Donghyuck wrinkled his nose but nodded.
They entered the theater, buying popcorn and drinks before settling in the back corner of the room. She picked at the popcorn, head on Donghyuck's shoulder, nodding along slowly with the conversation, responding every once in a while with a confirmatory hum.
Donghyuck kept his arm around her waist protectively, arm rest slid out of the way so she could rest against him more comfortably. His quiet talking filled their corner as he placed kisses to her hair sporadically, waiting for the advertisements to finish running their course.
She was asleep before the movie started and Donghyuck laughed softly as he took the jacket off his lap and around her bare shoulders. He'd been busy at college that week, packed down with work and classes and labs even after she was out of school for the day. Freshman year was a pain and so was senior year, so they didn’t have much time, but they made it work as best they could, usually spending the weekends together and texting when they had a free moment.
Donghyuck half-watched the movie, laughing where it was funny and cooing where it was appropriate, but he also made sure to watch his girlfriend for any discomfort. She already had issues sleeping so exam week wasn't helping in the least as she continuously pulled all-nights studying and finish end-of-the-semester projects teachers decided to throw on her. He had thought the movies would be relaxing but entertaining enough for her to keep her mind off the anxiety exams brought her.
Apparently, he was correct on the "relaxing" aspect. He didn’t mind her sleeping on him, he just felt bad for not forcing her to stay home for some sleep sleep.
The movie ended too quickly and he waited until the movie theater had basically cleared out before touching her face lightly.
"Sweetheart," he cooed softly, "it's time to wake up." The senior's eyes opened slowly as she took in her surroundings before bolting up.
"Oh my goodness," she gaped, eyes wide, "I fell asleep! I’m so sorry, why didn't you wake me?"
Donghyuck shrugged. "You looked too cute." She groaned, but her cheeks flushed. "Plus, you needed rest."
She sighed, lips beginning to push out in a disappointed pout. "But I wanted to hang out with you."
"You're sure you don't want to just sleep?" He checked, watching her face closely.
She nodded quickly.
"Then I suppose we can go back to your house and we can have dinner together while we talk. How does that sound?" he proposed, lacing their fingers as he stood.
That humans are so amazing. We perceive things so differently and it makes me feel all fuzzy thinking about it.
Example of what I could possibly mean:
You ask one person to describe yellow. They might say: the blaring sun on a bad day, burning your irises, a terrible glow when you’re trying to take pictures, the color of mustard and ugly and ultimate disgust. It’s pollen and allergies and increasing difficulty as the season wears on and you lose patience.
Another might say: it’s the sun on a beautifully warm day, caressing your skin with curling tendrils of heat as you enjoy the outdoors, it’s the perfect natural lenses flare to add just the right amount of style to a selfie. It’s the color honey and warmth and all things giggly. It’s flowers and sweet smells and cheek-aching smiles as the days get better and better.
turnnoffyourmind
romaincrisis
dailybridgerton
