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hihii! just wanted to mention that if you go through the #mivsheart tag you will be able to find fics i have written for other groups! besides ateez i have only written for enhypen but i am aiming to write for more! each group will have their own blog dedicated to them. feel free to check them out if you’re interested !

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𐔌 ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ 𐦯 ┆ a harmless photo spirals into chaos when san refuses to take it seriously, pushing you to walk away. only for his charm to draw you right back in.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ choi san x f!reader.ᐟ ┆w. 1,393┆established relationship. suggestive (?)

ᴍɪᴠ ɞ┆something short while i whip up some other fics..

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san was drying his hair when you suddenly burst into his room, scanning for him. he switched off the blow dryer and stepped out of the bathroom that connected to his room, eyebrows raised as he saw you standing there—confused, slightly irritated, with his phone in your hand.

he hummed at your presence.

you held the phone up, blocking his view. “what’s this?” you asked, brow arched.

“huh?” he replied, leaning closer to see the screen. “what am i looking at right now?”

you clicked off the photo before shoving his phone into his hands. san blinked, taking it, and your frustration didn’t go unnoticed.

san had given you his phone earlier, telling you to go through dolce & gabbana’s website so he could buy something for you under his account. but while scrolling, a message in their group chat from hongjoong had caught your eye: “don’t these two seem extremely close?”

curiosity had gotten the better of you, and now that you’d seen the photo, you couldn’t help but jump to your feet and find him.

“who… are you with?” you asked, voice tight.

he looked at you, confused, before glancing down at his phone and zooming in on the photo.

and then, the realization hit him.

he burst out laughing, the sound filling the room.

you looked at him baffled. “what is wrong with you? are you actually laughing at this right now?”

he leans back against the doorframe, shaking his head with a grin, trying to contain his laughter. “baby, your face right now… i can’t even handle it.”

you huff in annoyance. “san, take this seriously—won’t you?”

he laughs, words stumbling over each other. “baby, i’m sorry, i just—” he shakes his head, still smiling. “i really can’t take it seriously.”

you turn sharply and head for the living room, grabbing the things you left on the table. behind you, his footsteps follow quickly. “hey—wait. where are you going?”

you don’t look at him. “i’m leaving. clearly you think this is a joke.” you sling your bag over your shoulder, voice tight. “so call me when you’re ready to be the man you keep claiming you are.”

san pouts immediately. “hey, don’t be like that.”

you brush past him, your shoulder bumping into his harder than necessary. you’re too upset to care. he catches up just as you step outside his apartment.

“baby, c’mon,” he says, reaching for you. “you haven’t even let me explain yet. at least let me help—”

he tries to take your bag, but you shrug him off.

“if it were serious enough,” you snap, “you would’ve explained it the moment i brought it up. so let’s wait until tomorrow, when we’re both calm enough to talk.”

you head toward your car. san lets out a quiet sigh as you unlock it. before you can open the door fully, his hand reaches out and gently shuts it.

“no goodnight?” he asks, tilting his head, wearing that look—the one he knows always gets to you.

you turn away. “goodnight, san. now let me in.”

he pouts. “what about my usual kiss, hm?”

he leans slightly, trying to catch your eyes. you glance at him from the corner of your eye, then look away again, arms crossing. “no. i’m mad at you right now. let me go.”

his fingers gently guide your chin up, forcing you to face him. “just one,” he murmurs. “you can’t leave like this.”

your eyes trace his face, the silence stretching between you. the anger that burned so hot earlier begins to cool, replaced by exhaustion. you sigh despite yourself.

san smiles softly—he knows exactly what that sigh means.

you press your hands against his chest, then rise just enough to kiss his cheek. you pull back quickly. “that’s all you’re getting.”

his pout returns instantly. “aw.. c’mon, baby. that was basically nothing.”

you roll your eyes, biting back a smile, but the moment you sigh again, he knows he’s won. his hands cup your face as he leans in, slow and unhurried. the kiss is gentle at first, then deepens—warm, familiar, grounding. when he pulls away, he exhales softly before pressing quick kisses along your cheek, your jaw, until he reaches your ear. “let’s just go back inside, yeah?” he whispers. “i’ll explain everything. i promise.”

you pull back slightly, searching his face. his gaze stays steady, sincere now. “i don’t want you to leave mad. i wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing i was the reason you felt like you didn’t matter to me.”

“please,” he adds quietly.

you hesitate, caught between leaving and giving in. after a long moment, you sigh once more.

san fights the urge to smile.

“okay…” you say softly.

he doesn’t waste a second—he planted one last kiss on your lips, then he smoothly slides your bag off your shoulder, lacing his free hand with yours as he guides you back toward his apartment.

he walks back in with a grin he doesn’t even bother hiding, holding the door open for you before closing it behind himself.

“wipe that smile off your face,” you say, shooting him a glare.

“what smile?” he plays it off easily, slipping in after you and shutting the door.

you cross your arms, turning to face him. “alright. we’re here now, so explain.”

“you don’t wanna sit first?” he tilts his head, body leaning slightly as one hand rests on the door handle.

you deliberately avoid his eyes. “no, san. because if your explanation is stupid, i will walk right back out that door.”

his grin finally falters. “alright, alright.” he exhales, locks the door, then turns to face you fully.

“the reason i laughed,” he starts more carefully now, “is because i already knew what you thought you saw,” he pauses, watching your reaction, “and it was so far from the truth that i didn’t realize how bad it sounded and looked until you got upset.”

his voice softens. “i wasn’t laughing at you. i was laughing because i thought it was obvious… and i was wrong.”

san exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “okay. the picture.”

you stiffen but stay quiet.

“the one you saw on my phone, that hongjoong sent me,” he says, “the one where it looked like i was way too close to someone.”

you nod once, arms crossed.

“that wasn’t a girl,” he says carefully. “that was yeosang.”

you blink. “…what?”

he lets out a small laugh, half-nervous, half-amused. “yeah. yeosang. he just—” san gestures vaguely.

you felt the tips of your ears burn from embarrassment.

“we were in the practice room,” he continues quickly. “he leaned over to look at something on my phone, and hongjoong took the picture at the worst possible moment. terrible angle. even worse timing. and it doesn’t help that you can’t even see his face.”

you face palmed to hide how embarrassed you were. “then why didn’t you just say that? instead of letting me make a whole scene.”

“because i thought you recognized him,” san admits. “i really did. i thought the idea of you thinking i was cheating with him was so ridiculous that i laughed before i used my brain.”

his tone softens. “and that’s where i messed up.” he steps closer, careful not to crowd you. “i wasn’t laughing at you. i was laughing because i didn’t think for a second that the misunderstanding was actually hurting you.”

his eyes search yours. “i should’ve taken you seriously right away.”

a beat of silence passes.

you look away, breathing out quietly. “i hate you. you know that?”

the tension in san’s body melts the moment the words reach him. his face lights up as he reaches for you. “i know you love me, baby.”

he presses quick kisses across your face, laughter bubbling out of you despite the embarrassment. you feel his smile against your skin before he finally pulls back, fingers slipping into yours.

“come on,” he murmurs, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “i know you’re tired.”

you let him lead you down the dark hallway toward his room, embarrassment still buzzing through your chest. “i swear, you’re going to be the end of me,” you mutter as you step inside.

he turns back with a wink, lips curling into a grin. “it’d be boring any other way, wouldn’t it?”

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𐔌 ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ 𐦯 ┆ you and your roommate were feeling a little bored, so it only made sense to wander and take advantage of the doors left open.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ kang yeosang x reader .ᐟ ┆w. 3,167┆slice of life. college! au.

ᴍɪᴠ ɞ┆sorry for any errors.

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you laid sprawled on the floor of your dorm, scrolling through your phone with no real purpose, while your roommate hung off the edge of their bed, doing the same.

the two of you had been stuck in the same lazy cycle for hours—chat for a few minutes, go quiet again, shift positions, repeat. it hadn’t bothered you before; in fact, these first two days together had gone pretty smoothly as you got to know each other before classes started in a couple days.

but right now? boredom was creeping in.

with a groan, you shut your phone off and let your arm drop beside you. your roommate glanced up at the sound.

“you hungry?” you asked, lifting your head just enough to meet their eyes.

they pursed their lips, thought for a moment, then shrugged. “not really. you?”

you sighed, flopping your head back against the floor. “no… i’m just bored. i wanna do something, but i don’t have the energy to go to a party or anything.”

they sat up, crossing their legs on the bed, mulling it over. “hmm. what can we do?”

you propped yourself up on your elbows, staring off. “i don’t know. i’ve been trying to think of something for the past few minutes, but i got nothing.”

a few beats of silence passed before your roommate’s face shifted into something mischievous. you weren’t sure if it made you excited or nervous.

“what? why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, wary.

their smile only grew. “you know how people on our floor keep leaving their doors open, hoping to make friends and all that?”

you sat up a little, curious. “yeah…”

“haven’t you seen those videos? the ones where people just walk into random dorms, pretend it’s theirs, and start giving a tour while the actual residents just stand there all confused?”

you paused, trying to place it, then remembered. “oh right—like the one you sent me the other day.”

they nodded quickly, grin widening. “exactly. so, why don’t we try it? see how people react.”

you hesitated. “i don’t know… this is a co-ed dorm. what if we walk into some gym bro’s room and there’s, like, sweaty socks everywhere—or worse, boxers.”

their face twisted in disgust, but they shrugged. “guess we take our chances. so… you in or not?”

you stared at them for a long moment before finally groaning. “fine… but if it goes terribly, i’m blaming you.”

their grin stretched ear to ear. “deal. let’s go.”

they shot up from the bed, practically charging to their closet to yank out a hoodie.

“you’re gonna change?” you asked, tilting your head as you pushed yourself up.

“not really,” they said, tugging the hoodie over their head. “just enough to look presentable—what if i come across the love of my life?”

you snorted, shaking your head. “right, right.”

still grinning, you grabbed a sweater, zipped it up, and joined them by the door. your hand hovered on the knob for a beat, a flicker of nerves sparking in your chest.

“lead the way,” you said, trying to sound braver than you felt.

the hallway buzzed faintly with chatter and music, doors cracked open like little invitations. you shot your roommate a look, nerves sparking in your chest.

they just smirked, nudging you forward. “come on, pick a door. first one’s yours.”

you gave them a puzzled look, “what do you mean first? we’re not doing this again.”

they pouted dramatically before sighing. “fine, fine. then we better make this one count.”

before you could question, they grabbed your hand and tugged you along the hallway. you both exchanged casual hellos with a couple people passing by, trying to look as normal as possible despite your nerves bubbling up.

a few moments later, they slowed to a stop, eyes locked on a door up ahead.

“found one?” you whispered, scanning the hall.

“mhm.” they hummed with a sly grin. “right there. let’s go.”

and just like that, they broke into a brisk walk, already pulling out their phone—preparing to film the whole thing.

you blinked, left a step behind.

“hey—wait for me!” you hissed, shuffling after them, your pulse picking up as the door drew closer.

you tugged their hand before they could get any closer.

“wait—how are we actually going to do this?” you whispered, glancing at the door.

they only shrugged, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “just go with the flow. you want me to go first while you record, or you first and then i’ll switch it to you?”

your stomach twisted at the thought, nerves buzzing under your skin. after a moment’s hesitation, you shook your head. “you first. i’ll go second.”

their grin widened knowingly. “i knew you’d say that.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing a little, trying to shake off the nerves as you both crept closer to the door.

once you both reached the door, they handed you their phone—already recording.

“did you really have to pick the one that’s barely cracked open? there were plenty wide open, obviously inviting people in.” you whispered, giving them a look.

they just smirked. “you said one and done, remember? had to make sure it’d be worth it.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “whatever. let’s just get this over with.”

your roommate cleared their throat dramatically, while you adjusted the camera angle.

“alright, this is our room—124.” they gestured at the number plate beside the door before knocking lightly and pushing it open. “and this is our highly anticipated dorm tour.”

they strode in as if they owned the place, confidence radiating off them. you bit back your laughter, your nerves already forgotten in the absurdity of it.

“alright, so first we’re going to start off with my side of the room.” your roommate announced, striding past someone, who looked utterly bewildered at his desk.

they paused for a beat, as if noticing him for the first time. “and this is our friend…uh—” they glanced at him, waiting.

he just blinked at them, silently. “yeosang,” your roommate continued, nodding as if that explained everything. “he just…hangs out here, you know? he keeps us company. anyways.”

they kept moving, wandering farther into the room until they reached the opposite side, where what looked like yeosang’s roommate’s belongings were scattered.

“this is my bed. you already know i had to get some grey sheets—you know, to keep things neutral.” they rambled on, hands animated, clearly enjoying the performance.

you glanced back at yeosang—something about him made your stomach twist with a mix of nerves and curiosity.

his dark hair fell casually over his forehead, effortless and unassuming. his eyes were sharp but softened whenever they landed on you, and the faint curve of his lips hinted at quiet amusement.

you couldn’t help but do a quick double take, caught off guard by how striking he looked.

realizing you’d been staring, you quickly looked away, forcing your gaze back to your roommate, who was now animatedly explaining the posters plastered across the wall.

“and here we have…uh, very aesthetic posters,” they said, gesturing like it was a museum exhibit. “i picked these myself. notice the color coordination, the spacing, the—“

yeosang’s brow quirked, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips as his gaze drifted to you, subtle but unmistakable.

he made it impossibly hard to focus on the task at hand. even when you weren’t looking straight at him, your eyes still tracked him from the corner of your eye. his presence made you nervous—almost as much as the intensity of his gaze.

he leaned back slightly, arms crossed, still watching your roommate’s antics, but every so often he stole glances at you—his attention quiet and deliberate.

you bit your lip to keep from laughing, trying to focus on holding the camera steady instead of the man sitting at his desk near you, while your roommate continued their dramatic narration.

your roommate took the camera with a grin. “alright, your turn. show off your side of the room,” they teased.

you cleared your throat, trying to steady yourself, but your words stumbled out anyway.

“so…uh…here’s…my—I mean, yeah, my side of the room,” you mumbled, your hands fidgeting more than you realized. a soft cough escaped you as your cheeks heated, your gaze flicking between the camera and yeosang.

yeosang’s eyes didn’t leave you, calm and intent, and the way he watched made your stomach tighten with every glance. your words came out even more jumbled under the weight of his attention.

your roommate behind the camera couldn’t hold it in. “oh my god, look at you! you’re so flustered, it’s hilarious,” they cackled.

you froze, giving them a glare.

“i’m not flustered!” you protested, though your wobbling voice betrayed you.

yeosang’s lips curved into a quiet, knowing smile, and your heart skipped.

every second he held your gaze made your hands shake, your gestures clumsier, and your sentences more awkward.

“okay…uh…so here’s…stuff,” you stammered, pointing at a stack of books, but your hand hovered in the air like you weren’t quite sure what to do with it. you then patted the bed beside you, unknowing of what to do without being awkward. “and, you know. my bed…”

your roommate snorted, whispering, “i cannot with you right now. this is gold.”

you groaned softly, cheeks burning, as yeosang’s gaze lingered—sharp, soft, attentive. every little fumble felt magnified.

the more he looked at you, the more flustered you became, and the harder your roommate laughed at your adorably chaotic performance.

midway through your fumble, the door creaked open. the figure only paused when your roommate’s laughter echoed through the room.

“oh? we have company?” you assumed it was his roommate, glancing up as he looked from his phone, eyebrows raised.

yeosang only hummed in response, still leaning back slightly in his chair, eyes quietly fixed on you.

the sudden arrival of someone new gave you an excuse to shift your focus away from the one person making you nervous.

“so, this is our friend…” you gestured toward him, glancing back when he didn’t immediately respond.

“ah. wooyoung,” he finally said with a nod.

“wooyoung—he just likes to drop by sometimes.” you gave a small shrug before turning to him again. “we’re giving a tour of our dorm, want to join?”

his face lit up, mouth parting in excitement. “ohh! yes.” he walked over quickly, draping an arm around your shoulder as he looked at you. “what part were you on?”

“we just finished covering that side of the room, now we’re on this side,” your roommate said, one hand gesturing while the other held up the phone, recording the both of you.

“ahh, well!” wooyoung beamed as he strolled over to his and yeosang’s desks. “this is the study area,” he announced, pointing toward the two tables. you nodded along quickly.

“yes! this is where we study and do our homework.” you shooed yeosang from his chair, your hand trembling just slightly as you did.

he blinked at you, clearly flabbergasted at how your tone shifted the second wooyoung entered. with a raised brow, he stood slowly, retreating to his bed.

“this is my incredibly comfortable seat—brought to you by me, of course,” you said with a smug grin, patting the cushion before sitting down.

wooyoung nodded, playing along. “it’s true, i even helped them carry it in.”

your roommate laughed behind the camera at how naturally the two of you bounced off each other.

“and over here,” you continued, gesturing toward yeosangs desk, “we’ve got photos—friends, travels, all kinds of memories. and right here, my trusty laptop, because before this i was, as always, being a diligent student.”

your roommate cackled. “yeah, right!”

you gasped dramatically. “pfft, whatever!” you laughed, giving them a playful shove before sliding out of the chair.

“and right between the desks we even have a mini fridge and snacks to keep everyone fed and hydrated,” wooyoung added proudly, opening the fridge door to display what’s inside.

“ahh, right, right! how could i forget?” you echoed, nodding along with exaggerated seriousness.

you made your way back toward the door, pausing halfway. “and last but not least, we have the closet—featuring only the finest clothing, of course!” you announced, sweeping a hand toward it with mock magnificence.

your roommate zoomed the camera in on the clothes within the closet. “wow. any chance we get to see these ‘luxury pieces’ up close?”

wooyoung rushed over dramatically, throwing himself in front of the closet.

“no, no! such treasures are only for vips.” he wagged a finger at the lens, his grin wide. “and you, dear viewer, have not subscribed to the premium package.”

“sorry, guys!” you said before leaning closer to the camera to whisper, your hand partly covering your mouth to keep wooyoung from seeing. “looks like someone likes to gatekeep!”

“hey! i heard that!” he called from behind you, throwing his hands up in mock defense.

you laughed, shrugging at the camera before walking toward the door. “well then! that concludes our dorm tour—brought to you by…” you grabbed the camera from your roommate and turned it toward the two of you. “us, of course!” you said as you both posed for the camera.

“and let’s not forget our special features… what was your name again?” you teased, glancing over at yeosang. you knew his name, of course—but he didn’t need to know that. he already seemed aware of the effect he had on you, so why feed into it?

when you turned to him, his expression shifted to one of amused surprise, as if to say, ‘oh, so that’s how it is?’

“yeosang,” he replied from where he was seated on his bed.

“anddd…” you drew out the word as you turned to wooyoung.

“wooyoung!” he grinned, waving excitedly at the camera.

“alright, say goodbye!” your roommate prompted.

“goodbye!” wooyoung shouted, now waving both hands.

“bye,” yeosang added dryly.

“wow, the enthusiasm here is unmatched,” you said sarcastically, turning to yeosang with a smirk. his lips parted, ready with a comeback, but before he could get a word out, you spun on your heel and grabbed your roommate’s hand.

“time to go!” you blurted, practically dragging them out of the room.

your roommate burst into loud laughter as the two of you sprinted down the hall, their laughter echoing behind you. you didn’t dare look back—not once. regret already started sinking in; you were sure you’d just embarrassed yourself beyond recovery.

meanwhile, your roommate couldn’t stop laughing, still glancing over their shoulder as if to replay the moment in their head.

once you both made it back to your shared room, you leaned against the closed door, exhaling. “i’m never doing that again.”

your roommate threw themselves onto their bed with a dramatic groan. “what?? that was so fun! i’d do that again in a heartbeat. the adrenaline was insane!”

you gave them a deadpan look before plopping down at your desk. the audio from the whole ordeal echoed faintly as your roommate replayed the video, laughing to themselves.

“i still can’t believe that complete 180 you did,” they said between laughs. “you went from ‘uh—eh—umm’ to a totally different person!”

you rolled your eyes. “oh, shut up. i was nervous! plus, when his roommate came in, it helped—i could bounce off his energy. since you were no help, thank you very much.”

your roommate smirked. “oh, come on, i was just enjoying the show. you know, witnessing you fumble the bag live with my own two eyes.”

you groaned, grabbing an eraser from your desk and chucking it at them. “i hate you.”

they put their hands up in defense, gasping dramatically. “what do you mean?! i was basically helping you.”

you scoffed, “how? by making me fend for myself?”

they shrugged, “well, yeah! that way he could see the way you are, or whatever.. i don’t know! don’t ask me questions..”

you laughed shaking your head, “well good thing that’s over with. i hope i don’t face them ever again.”

“whaaat?” your roommate dragged for dramatics. “wooyoung seemed cool to hang around! plus i think yeosang was clearly into you. even i could tell. i’m sure wooyoung could too from how much you guys starred at each other.”

you felt your face turn warm, causing you to grab something random from tour desk to throw at your roommate once again. “can you like, i don’t know.. shut up??”

your roommate snorted, catching the pencil you threw. “what? i was just saying the truth. anyone who could read the room would tell that you two were sooo into each other. just go back and get his number or something! what’s stopping you?”

you glared at them, getting up from your chair. “i’m done talking about this topic. i’m hungry. aren’t you hungry? let’s go get food.”

your roommate rolled their eyes, but got up nonetheless. “whatever. you can run from it but don’t come to me when you never see him again!”

you walked to the door, turning the handle as you said, “trust me, i won’t see him again.”

but as you stepped out, you came face-to-face with the two people whose privacy you and your roommate had just invaded. wooyoung stood there, one hand raised as if about to knock, while yeosang looked like he wished he could disappear, cheeks tinged pink as he stared at anything but you.

“oh!” wooyoung exclaimed, stepping forward. “i was just about to knock. we came because a certain someone had a question.” he nudged the boy next to him with his elbow, shoving him slightly toward you before standing behind yeosang with a proud grin.

you heard your roommate rush up behind you. you could already tell, even without looking at them, how amused they were by the situation.

“go on,” wooyoung egged, clearly enjoying himself.

yeosang shot him a sharp glare before clearing his throat and finally meeting your eyes for a brief second, then looking away again. “so, um…” he started, his gaze darting everywhere but at you.

wooyoung elbowed him once more, prompting another glare. yeosang exhaled, trying to steady himself, and met your eyes again, his voice low and nervous. “can i… have your number?”

you blinked, completely unprepared. “wait, what?”

wooyoung stood behind him, as if he was a dad proud of his son. “oh, he’s serious!”

yeosang groaned, face heating up.

your roommate’s head popped up behind you, pointing at the scene like it was a reality show. “now this is exactly what i needed.” they gave you a playful shove, pushing you slightly toward them. “so… what’s it gonna be?” they added, smirking.

you shot them a look before turning back to the two standing in front of you—both waiting expectantly.

“actually,” you said, smiling, “we were just heading out to grab something to eat. want to join?”

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𐔌 ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ 𐦯 ┆ why go shopping for clothes when you have your husband that gives you everything you need and more?

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ kim hongjoong x f!reader.ᐟ ┆w. 1,925┆romance. fluff. established relationship. [repost from my OLD ACCOUNT @heartnearu ]

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you hummed softly as you moved in and out of your closet, trying on clothes after clothes, mixing and matching pieces before sighing, peeling them off, and repeating the process with a fresh selection.

meanwhile, hongjoong sat at the desk tucked into the corner of your shared bedroom, hunched over his sketchbook. the desk faced away from you, but he angled his chair just enough to keep you in his line of sight, unwilling to turn his back on you.

his eyes flicked between the sketchbook and you, sensing something was off but waiting for you to speak first.

after nearly thirty minutes, you let out a frustrated huff and stripped off the last outfit, giving up.

his pencil glided over the paper, as he resisted the urge to glance at you, even as your footsteps drew closer. when you stopped right in front of him, he finally looked up and offered a soft smile.

“yes, my love?” he asked, drawing one final line before setting the pencil down. you stood there, wearing only your undergarments—your pout deepening with every silent second.

he fought the urge to smile at how adorably exasperated you looked.

the quiet stretched until he couldn’t ignore you any longer. his hands found your hips, fingers kneading gently.

“hmm?” he murmured, eyes searching yours—letting you know he was listening, fully present, waiting for you to speak.

your lips parted as if you wanted to say something, but your breath caught. your eyes searched his, scanning his features before you finally spoke.

“i can’t find anything to wear for your event later today. everything i try on doesn’t look or feel right.” your frown deepened, your eyes glistening slightly from frustration—nothing seemed to go the way you wanted.

hongjoong hummed softly, letting his hands slide up your back to pull you closer. “you look lovely in anything you wear. you could wear a trash bag, and i think you’d create a trend, making everyone else believe they would look just as beautiful as you.”

you furrowed your brows and smacked his shoulder lightly. “hongjoong, i’m serious.”

he only smiled, resting his face against your stomach. his chuckle and the brush of his hair against your skin made you squirm, stepping back slightly at the sensation.

“i know, baby, i know.” he murmured, pulling back to look at you with that soft, longing gaze.

he rose from his seat, your eyes following him as he stepped closer, taking in your scent before gently tugging you into a soft kiss. your hands found his chest, fingers gripping lightly at his shirt while his hands cupped your face, making you giggle into the kiss.

his smile widened at your reaction before he pulled back slightly, planting a quick, tender peck on your lips before pulling away fully. your own smile broadened, the frustrations of earlier melting away.

his hand slid into yours, fingers intertwining before he led you back to the closet you’d been pacing in all morning, a soft, playful smile on his lips. “so tell me, what’s wrong with your selection? i know i left some of my new pieces for you earlier this week… are they not to your liking?”

you shook your head gently. “i love them. i just feel like i can’t style them right. you know i adore anything you make for me, hongjoong. you know me too well to make me something i wouldn’t like.”

he leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to your temple, his voice low and tender. “you don’t need to worry about that. everything i make was made to enhance what i already see every day—they’re meant to reflect you.”

he stepped fully into the closet, eyes never leaving yours. “every stitch, every fold, every detail is made with you in mind. nothing i create could ever compete with you. i could only hope that when you wear them, you can feel even a fraction of how breathtaking you are.”

he gently guided you toward the first outfit, his fingers brushing yours as he handed it to you. “try this one first,” he murmured, eyes glinting with anticipation. “i made it thinking about how your shoulders catch the light… it’s subtle, but it’s all for you.”

you slipped into the outfit, twirling slightly. “do you really think it looks good?” you asked, a hint of doubt in your voice.

hongjoong’s eyes softened as he stepped closer, taking in every curve and detail. “good? love, it looks breathtaking. it fits you like it was made from your essence. i could spend a lifetime designing for you and still never capture how perfect you already are.”

he reached out to adjust the collar gently, fingers grazing your skin, sending a shiver up your spine. “though, if you don’t like how it looks—i always have other pieces. i can go fetch them from my studio. it doesn’t hurt to see all the options before deciding which one you like most.”

your eyes followed him, considering the idea. “what kind of event is this, anyway? you never told me.”

he looked back at you, confused. “i didn’t?” he tilted his head as you shook yours. he hummed softly. “well… it’s for the launch of my newest collection.”

“ohh,” you said, realization dawning before a huge smile spread across your face. “aren’t you excited?”

he met your gaze, his expression softening to mirror yours. “always,” he replied. “who wouldn’t be excited to see their wife walk the runway in a collection made just for her?”

you flushed, warmth blooming across your cheeks, heart fluttering at his words.

hongjoong’s collections had always been inspired by you in one way or another. because of that, he made it a tradition to create one special piece meant for you and you alone. it was always revealed last, and always worn by you.

hongjoong adored having you represent his work—if it were up to him, you’d walk in every single piece from start to finish. but you insisted it would be too much, too repetitive for the audience, and only agreed to wear one.

after some playful back and forth, he managed to negotiate it into a promise of at least one look per show, no exceptions.

that one look, though, was always a surprise. you never saw it until the day of the runway. it was the only design he kept from you, the only secret in his process.

for every other piece, he showed you everything—sketches, fabrics, prototypes.

he couldn’t contain the excitement when inspiration struck, always eager to explain what sparked the design, why he chose a detail, or how a certain silhouette came together.

and every time, the reason circled back to you. you were the thread that tied his ideas together, and you never grew tired of listening.

hongjoong’s lips curved into a knowing smile as he watched you, eyes soft but mischievous.

“and tonight,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “is no different. i’ve saved something special for you.”

your brows lifted, curiosity flickering instantly. “the surprise piece?”

he only hummed, leaning closer until his forehead nearly touched yours. “mm, the very last look. the moment everyone will be waiting for.”

you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “and of course, you won’t even let me peek?”

“absolutely not,” he grinned, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “you know the rules. the first time you see it is when you’re standing backstage, seconds away from stepping onto the runway. that’s how it’s always been. that’s how it always will be.”

you pouted, tugging lightly at his shirt. “you’re cruel, kim hongjoong.”

he chuckled at the sound of his full name, kissing the pout right off your lips before whispering against them, “maybe. but i promise, it’s worth the wait. i designed it with you as my muse—no sketches, no fabrics shared, nothing. just the picture of you i carried in my mind. and when you wear it…” his voice softened, “you’ll be the most breathtaking thing in the room.”

your chest warmed at his words, your heart pounding as you realized he meant every syllable.

your lips curved into a grin. “hmm, maybe i should go shopping for something different since you want to be cruel and not show me even a hint of what i’ll be getting tonight.”

hongjoong’s eyes widened, then narrowed in mock offense as he leaned back slightly.

“shopping? different?” he repeated, his tone dramatic. “are you telling me you’d betray your husband—the man who pours his soul into making you clothes made only for you—for something off a rack?”

you laughed, covering your mouth with your hand. “don’t be so dramatic, joongie. i’m just saying…” you trailed off, watching his expression.

he stepped closer, voice lowering as his hands found your waist again. “there isn’t a designer in this world who could create something that honors you the way i do. no fabric could drape the same, no seams could fall so perfectly. i design with you as my beginning and my end. if you walked into that event in anyone else’s clothes, i think my heart would break.”

you flushed under the weight of his gaze, your playful grin faltering into something softer.

hongjoong smirked, sensing his victory. “so no shopping, my love. i won’t allow it.”

you roll your eyes playfully at the cocky look on his face before laughing softly. “i’m only kidding, my love.”

your hands found his face, and he melted into them the moment he felt your touch—the shift in his expression bringing a smile to yours. “there’s no one like you, after all. only you know me best. and that’s more than i could ever ask for.”

you brought him into a kiss, full of passion and appreciation for everything he does for you. you always vocalized it, but what’s wrong with showing him in other ways too?

when you pulled away, both of you were breathless, his forehead resting against yours. you planted a quick peck on his lips, then peppered more over his face, making him squirm.

you giggled at his flushed expression, unknowing of how to react. one more peck found his lips, quick at first but lingering just a little longer before you pulled away fully, laughter bubbling in your chest.

“you just always know how to get me flustered, don’t you?” he asked sheepishly.

you only hummed, smiling contently. he shook his head with a chuckle. “i’ll never get used to it. years married to you, yet you still know how to keep me feeling like a silly teenage boy.”

you winked at him. “i have to keep you on your toes, don’t i?” you giggled as he reached for you, tickling you slightly before lifting you off the ground when you tried to run away.

“ah ah ah, we still haven’t found the perfect attire that’s to your liking,” he teased.

you rolled your eyes playfully before breaking into a smile. the rest of the morning passed with laughter and gentle teasing as you figured out what you were going to wear for the beginning of the event.

once you were satisfied, he led you to pick his outfit, always suggesting the same color palette as yours to match, while still giving you the freedom to choose the articles.

you didn’t need to shop for anything—everything you could ever want was already within arm’s reach, held in your husband’s care and love.

and in that moment, with him by your side, you felt complete, knowing you would never need or even wish for anything more.

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