AH AH ASHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! i’m so sorry im late i just saw ur post :,)) i hope u had a beautiful day and that you’ll have an even happier year ❤️❤️❤️ u deserve it!!!!! i love you <3333
ahh my sahar!! thank you so much ml, i love you lots MWAH 🥰🖤🖤
(i’m so sorry i replied so late i never hit post 😭)
Literally just a cutesy lovey sweet fem Bin drabble for my beloved @httpdwaekki with bonus texts! No warnings cause it's all fluff!
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"BIN?"
A heavy bag dropped carelessly in the hallway, making her laugh, rolling over onto her back, and stretching her arms out in preparation as you swing the door open, a frustrated pout on your face that says her baby has had a terrible day.
She doesn't object as you throw yourself on to the bed directly on top of her, immediately shoving your head into her boobs and wrapping your arms underneath her shoulders to squeeze tightly. She's happy to return the favour, her arms sliding around your back to slip under your shirt, stroking soothingly over your back. Her hold on you is strong and tight, a kind of therapy you just can't get from professionals.
"My poor baby." She coos sweetly, listening to your frustrated whining as if it was a normal conversation. She was used to this, even came to cherish it at times. Her sweet, clinging lover always looking to her for comfort. "I've gotcha. You're so brave."
Her legs move to throw over yours, effectively trapping you against her as she wriggles in an attempt to make you giggle, which works all too well, your bodies shaking slightly side to side. Her heart can barely take it when you sit up just enough to smile up at her, a pout still tugging slightly at your lips.
"You want a kiss?" One hand frees itself to pet your hair, her nails dragging gently over your scalp and when you nod, tugging just a tiny bit so you'll move up further and she can plant a loud, exaggerated kiss to your mouth.
It's an obnoxious sound, and she does it on purpose to feel you giggle into the kiss, encouraging her to cover your face in as many kisses as she can before you're pulling away.
"You're just too cute when you're cranky, you know that?"
warnings: reader has anxiety, descriptions of being anxious and being overwhelmed.
an: i had a little day dream about my favorite asmr creator and about meeting him in public and only recognizing him by his voice and thus, a drabble was born! ig technically this is a fan fic about him (david ily), but this is a stray kids blog, so i made it a chan fic. anywhoooo, here’s whatever this is. :) love ya.
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it’s been another shitty day. that’s all you seem to have anymore. it’s just one shitty day after another. but there’s one thing keeping you sane. one thing that you look forward to every day. ChrisASMR. sometimes, you feel like you rely too heavily on his asmr videos. you try not to let yourself think too hard about that. about how it’s one of the only things that brings you joy anymore. how when everything seems like too much, you just put your headphones in and click on his youtube. how most nights, when your heart is at its heaviest, his voice is the only thing that can put you to sleep. his deep baritone, laced with australian accent, telling you all of the comforting things that you need to hear.
“its okay.”
“you’re okay.”
“i’m here.”
“i’m so proud of you.”
“you’re doing such a good job.”
and then he polishes it off with soft sounds of his breath, maybe the sound of a kiss here and there, sometimes a little story that makes him giggle, and in turn makes you giggle. sometimes it’s a comforting audio for those on their period, sometimes it’s comfort after a nightmare or after a long day at work.
and he posted a new video right before you clocked out for the day. almost as if he knew you needed it. as soon as you got home, you would shower, put on your jammies, and crawl into bed. you would drift off to sleep with his docile tones in your ear making everything better. you just had one quick stop to make first.
you pulled up to the gas pump, making sure your fuel door was on the correct side this time, and shut the car off. you took deep breaths, preparing yourself for the trek inside and the encounter you will be forced to have with the attendant. you wished you could pay at the pump, but you left your card at home and all you had was cash. you cursed yourself for being so stupid. but it was okay. at least, that’s what you told yourself. this was the gas station you went to all of the time. you went inside frequently for snacks and drinks. so what if this is the first time you will be purchasing fuel, at the register, with cash. it’s not a big deal. but the knots in your tummy said different. you gripped the steering wheel tight, knuckles turning white, and took one more deep breath. then you got out of the car.
focused, thoughts racing through your mind of how the conversation might go, what you needed to say. ‘$20 on pump four please.’ that’s all you had to do. you entered the busy store and got in line. the elderly woman in front of you was buying her lottery tickets, taking her time in picking which scratchers she wanted. you nervously shifted your weight from one foot to the other.
a middle aged man got in line behind you, standing way too close for your comfort. you inched forward, trying to put some space between your bodies, but he also inched forward. your hands began to sweat as another person got in line behind the man with no concept of personal space. the classic rock music was loud in your ears, the sounds of people talking and the glass cooler doors opening and slamming shut, the sound of the beeping as the bored looking attendant scanned the scratch off tickets one by one.
and you thought the bell above the door ringing would be the thing that pushed you over the edge. as grandma dug around for quarters in the bottom of her purse, you looked up to see who had entered the store, causing the ringing that you felt like would be your thirteenth reason. and the man that walked in was.. incredibly handsome. he gave you a small smile and a nod before heading for the drink coolers.
“i can help whoever is next.”
the man standing too close to you cleared his throat, jolting you out of your wide eyed daze. the old woman had left with her lottery tickets and you were next in line. you approached the counter.
“uh, could i get $20 on pump four please?” you asked. the teenage attendant nodded before punching some buttons on her screen. she looked at you. and you looked at her. you could feel everyone in line behind you also looking at you, staring a hole into the back of your head.
“that will be $20..?” the attendant said, holding out her hand.
duh, you needed to hand her the money. you held out the fifty dollar bill, damp with sweat from your palms and crumpled from your harsh nervous grip. the worker held it up to the light, checking the legitimacy of the note. you glanced around nervously, silently wondering if it was counterfeit. though you knew that was a ridiculous thing to be worried about.
the man behind you felt like he was inching closer and closer, pressing you against the counter. finally the attendant punched some buttons on the screen and the cash drawer popped open. she counted out your change, which was all in five dollar bills, and handed it to you. you thanked her as quickly as you could, before shoving the bills in your pocket and rushing out the door.
once in the parking lot, you took a deep breath of fresh air. it helped a little, though you still needed to pump the gas. but you told yourself that the hard part was over. you approached your car and lifted the nozzle from the pump, placing it into your gas tank. as the numbers on the screen ticked by, you let your mind wander to the handsome stranger in the store. how his dark curly hair and dark eyes called to you. his black t-shirt was pulled tight over his muscled chest. in another life, maybe you would have been brave enough to talk to him. brave enough to put yourself out there and shoot your shot. but in this life, you could never. you wondered what his voice sounded like..
“excuse me, miss?”
your eyes went wide. your heart racing. not only were you anxious that someone was talking to you, but.. you knew that voice. you turned to face the stranger, only to find the handsome man you had just been day dreaming about.
he held out a crisp $5. “i think you dropped this on your way out of the store.”
you looked at the bill in his hand, and then back up to his face. he was smiling at you, a dimple in his cheek catching your attention.
“oh.” was all you said. you couldn’t form any other words. what were words? how could you speak in front of this man who looked like he was carved by michelangelo himself? and you were almost certain you recognized that voice. it was your favorite voice. the only voice that could lull you to sleep at night.
you managed to reach out and take the money from him. “thank- thank you.” you stuttered.
just then the gas pump clicked off, startling you into a jump. flustered, you whipped around quickly attempting to remove the nozzle and place it back in its cradle. but your hands were shaky and sweaty, the hose was tangled, and you couldn’t get it turned around right. you struggled for what felt like ages before a familiar giggle graced your ears.
“would you like some help?”
he approached you slowly, making eye contact with you before gently taking the pump from your hands. he maneuvered it around easily, and hung it back in its rightful place. and then he took a step back, giving you plenty of room to breathe.
“there we go.” he smiled.
your brain was going a million miles a minute, racing with thoughts telling you to run, hurry up and get in your car and leave. but there were other thoughts saying that this is your dream man and this would be your only chance. what are the odds you would meet your favorite asmr creator out in the wild? at least, you were ninety nine percent sure it was him. he was an anonymous creator, so you had never seen his face, but you would know that voice anywhere. the voice that brings you peace. while you wrestled with your inner monologue, he held his hand out again, this time is was empty.
“it was nice to meet you.” he said, waiting for a handshake. “my name is Chris.”
okay now you were ninety nine point nine percent sure.
you took his hand, praying to god he wouldn’t notice how clammy your palm was. “uh.. y/n.” you said, half ass introducing yourself.
“beautiful name.” he smiled, before squeezing your hand gently and pulling away. “careful with that $5.” he said, pointing to the money he had handed you moments ago. “it’s sneaky.”
and with that, he gave a small wave, and walked across the lot to his car. you stood, dumbfounded for a moment, before climbing into your own car. you were ready to get home and listen to the new audio. but, you wondered, would this ruin it for you? now that you’ve seen him in person and know what he looks like..? or would it make it better? more enjoyable?
before putting the car in drive, you reached for your wallet, wanting to store the money so you wouldn’t drop it again. and as you slid it into the fabric slot, you noticed writing along the margins.
it was a phone number, followed by a name. chris.
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i’m actually kinda proud of how this turned out. thanks to @httpdwaekki for the encouragement to write it. :)
♡ pls reblog if you liked it! it truly helps a lot and makes me smile :) ♡
it’s midnight where i am and i just wanted to say happy new year to everyone, i hope this year brings you only the best things. thank you all for 2024, i’m coming up on my 1 year on stayblr and i’m so grateful for all of the people i’ve met this year and all the friends i’ve made. you guys are the sweetest ever and i love you all so much, here’s to an amazing 2024 and a even better 2025.
◇ hwang hyunjin x reader | best friend’s brother au
when your long-term boyfriend left you for someone else, not only were you left to deal with a broken heart, but also with the discouragement of never finding true love in your life.
after all, you were completely unaware of the fact that your best friend’s little brother fell head over heels for you the moment he first saw you six years ago, and he’d be damned not to show you, firstly, that he was no longer the teenage boy your mind made him up to be, and, secondly, that he would be the man to step up and love you right.
author’s note: i apologise once again for the cliffhanger, i know this is a big one. ANYWAY, the next two parts will be written hehe so please bear with me (although i could change my mind about part 24, but part 23 is definitely written). this part was mainly from hyunjin’s pov, except from the last slide, and i hope you guys enjoy! if you do, please don’t forget to leave an ask or a comment. this is the last update of the year, so i wish you all a very happy end of the year<3
Genre: friends/friends with benefits to lovers, fluff
Summary: You've been in love with Minho for so long, but he's already in a relationship - a really toxic one. And your best friend Jisung, who is also like your best friend with benefits, is your only source of comfort. And it looks like there's more cooking here than just benefits.
Your favorite fuzzy blanket did absolutely nothing to cushion the blow of watching Hana shove her tongue down Minho's throat in her Instagram story. You’ve watched it three times now (you didn’t even know why but you liked torturing yourself).
Why does he stay with her? She was bossy and such a narcissist! Jisung noticed the pout on your face and sighed, plopping down beside you.
“Put that away,” He said softly, wrestling the phone off your hand and tossing it aside.
You looked at him and saw him giving you that look. The one that made you wonder why you even want Minho in the first place.
You huffed, throwing your head back dramatically.
“She was literally eating Minho’s face like it was her last meal. And he looked so miserable, Ji. Miserable!”
Jisung raised an eyebrow as he popped open the wine bottle.
“Maybe he likes being miserable. Some people are into that. Like you and this whole ‘pining after your taken best friend’ thing.” Jisung teased, and you glared at him.
But he just grinned, handing you a glass of wine.
“Don’t.” you bit out.
“Don’t what? Tell you the truth? That you’re wasting your time on Minho when you could be -”
“Jisung.”
“Fine, fine.” He threw his hands up in mock surrender, but there was that glint in his eye. That Jisung glint. The one that promised things you didn’t want to think about right now.
Because Jisung? Jisung was safe. He was your comfort zone. The guy who knows exactly when to show up, exactly what to say (or not say), and exactly how to make you forget about Minho.
Like right now.
He set his wine down, leaned back, and patted his lap. “Come here.”
You hesitated, because you know where this is going. It wasn't like this was your first rodeo. But tonight, with Minho’s stupidly gorgeous, miserable face burned into your brain, you didn’t have the energy to resist.
You climbed into Jisung’s lap, and he wrapped his arms around you tightly.
“Let it go, babe” Jisung said softly. “You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. But you can make out with your incredibly sexy boy here to forget about him.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously good in bed,” he shot back, leaning in closer.
“Why am I even friends with you?”
“Because I’m the only one who puts up with your Minho obsession and gives you orgasms on the regular.”
You slapped his arm, but he caught your hand, tugging you closer with a smug grin.
“Come on,” he murmured, voice dipping. “Let me take care of you.”
And that’s how it always is with Jisung. No questions. No strings. Just heat and comfort and the kind of laughter that made your tummy ache.
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Later, when you were lying in bed, thoroughly spent, he ran his fingers through your hair.
“You know, I’d treat you way better than Minho ever could.” Jisung teased.
“Please. You’d annoy the crap out of me within a week.” you snorted.
“True,” he admitted with a grin, kissing the top of your head. “But at least I wouldn’t make you cry.”
And damn it, if that didn’t make your stupid heart skip a beat.
You weren’t entirely sure why you agreed to this. Maybe it was the way Minho had looked at you, all big, sad eyes and that faint pout you couldn’t resist.
Jisung smirked like the devil himself as he whispered, “We’re gonna regret this so hard, aren’t we?”
Of course you did.
The Christmas market was magical, with the twinkling lights, the scent of cinnamon and mulled wine, and obviously, the company of your friends - but Hana managed to suck the joy out of it faster than the Grinch with a vacuum cleaner.
The mulled wine was too hot. The fudge was too sweet. The carols were too loud.
You gritted your teeth, gripping Jisung's arm so tight. Why the hell were you all letting her lead the way?!
Hana stopped in front of a stall selling silk scarves and picked up a bright pink one.
“Oh this would look good on me,” She announced, and Minho winced before gently saying, “It’s not really your color,”
“Stop thinking about strangling her with that scarf, love.” Jisung whispered in your ear.
You snorted, clapping a hand over your mouth as Hana shot you a glare. “Something funny?”
“Nope,” Jisung said smoothly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Just enjoying the festive spirit.”
“Can you not be so clingy?” Hana snapped at Jisung after she saw him move a strand of hair off your face. “It’s so… obvious.”
“Hana please-” Minho tried. He did.
“Obvious?” you repeated, voice colder than the December air.
Hana raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a condescending smirk.
“I mean, really. Do you need him to hold your hand all the time?”
It took everything in you not to lunge at her, and only Jisung’s firm grip on your wrist stopped you from doing something you’d regret.
“Relax,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “She’s not worth it.”
“I need to use the bathroom,” you hissed, yanking Jisung on your way, brushing past Minho.
“Why does he need to go with you?” Hana called after you, but you didn’t even glance back.
You stormed through the market, weaving past stalls until you found a quiet corner near a stand selling candied nuts. The scent was almost enough to calm you down. Almost.
“I swear to god, Sungie, I’m gonna -”
Before you could finish, Jisung spun you around and cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.
“Breathe,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “She’s not worth the jail time.”
“Easy for you to say,” you muttered, but your anger was already starting to melt under his touch.
“I just - ugh, she’s so -”
“I know baby, I know,” Jisung said with a little chuckle.
You huffed out a laugh despite yourself.
“You’ve gotta let it go, babe. And honestly…” He grinned, his lips brushing yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re way cuter when you’re happy.”
“You’re so smooth,” you murmured, but your hands were already fisting in his jacket, pulling him closer.
“And yet, here we are,” he teased, before finally kissing you.
It definitely wasn’t the first time, of course, but it always felt new with Jisung.
When you finally pulled back, your anger had dissolved into something softer, something sweeter.
“You good now?” he asked, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.
“Better,” you admitted, resting your head against his chest.
“Good.” He kissed the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you like he could shield you from the world. “Now, let’s get back out there before Hana convinces Minho to buy her that ugly scarf.”
“Do we have to?” You groaned.
“Hey, you dragged me here,” he pointed out with a grin.
“You’re supposed to be on my side!”
“I am,” he said, tilting your chin up to kiss you again. “Always.”
The Christmas market outing hadn’t been great, but dinner was starting to look even worse. You all sat at a cozy little restaurant, candlelight flickering over the table while festive decorations twinkled. It should’ve been perfect.
But then there was Hana.
Minho had been eyeing the beef stew on the menu with excitement.
“I want to try this,” he said, but Hana barely looked up from her phone.
“That’s too heavy. Order the grilled salmon instead. It’s better for you.” she said, her bossy tone dimming the mood instantly.
Minho’s expression faltered as he said, “I kind of wanted the -”
“Salmon,” Hana interrupted, snapping her menu shut with finality. “Trust me. It's better.”
You gripped your menu so hard you were surprised it didn’t rip in two. You wanted to stab her with the fork. No wait, you wanted to slap some sense into Minho.
But before you could actually do anything, you felt Jisung's hand on your thigh, his long fingers squeezing gently.
“Salmon it is,” Minho muttered, deflating like a popped balloon.
When the waiter came to your table, you watched Minho order two of those damn salmon.
“I’ll have the beef stew, please.” you heard yourself say.
Jisung immediately chimed in, “And I’ll take the gnocchi.”
You snapped your head toward him, because you've been wanting that gnocchi. He winked at you and said, “It’s called teamwork, babe.”
Your heart did a weird flip. Damn him and his perfectly calculated sweetness. Your eyes moved towards Minho, who was now clicking some pictures of Hana, and then to Jisung's hand on your thigh.
You placed a hand on top of his and squeezed tight.
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The food arrived a short while later, and Hana’s sharp eyes immediately darted to the beef stew in front of you.
Without a word, you pushed your plate toward Minho.
“Here. Trade with me.” you said.
Minho blinked, startled.
“What? No, I can’t -”
“Minho,” you said softly, “it's ok, I want you to have it.”
He hesitated, glancing between you and Hana, whose mouth had tightened into a thin line.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his cheeks pink.
“Positive.” You smiled, even as your heart twisted.
Minho hesitated for another moment before switching plates with you.
“Thanks,” he said quietly, his voice full of something you couldn’t quite place.
Before you could start on the salmon, Jisung slid his gnocchi in front of you and took the salmon for himself.
“Sungie, you didn't have to-” You stared at him, half smitten and half exasperated.
“It's for the greater good, you can thank me later,” he said cheerfully, digging in.
Hana’s glare could’ve frozen molten lava, though.
“Do you two always make everything about yourselves?”
Jisung leaned back in his chair, giving her a shit-eating grin.
“Mostly yeah.” he said, and you didn’t miss the way Hana’s eyes narrowed.
As you all fell silent, focusing on your food, you couldn't help but feel a weird pull in your heart. And it had nothing to do with Minho. And everything to do with this messy haired boy sitting beside you.
The cold air bit at your face as you and Jisung stepped out of the restaurant, the distant glow of holiday lights softening the edges of the night.
Now, you were walking side by side through the bustling city streets, holding hands. Snowflakes fluttered down, catching in his messy hair, and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.
You stopped walking, your breath clouding in the cold air. “Why are you so good to me, Sungie?”
He stopped too, surprised at the abrupt halt and the unexpected question.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, making him look absolutely adorable.
“Because I’m a mess,” you said, half-laughing, half-starting to cry. “Because I keep dragging you into this whole thing with Minho and I feel like I'm so damn selfish…you don't deserve this, Sungie-”
“I'm doing this for me, not for you or anyone else. Can you try to accept that? I like being with you, ok?” he interrupted, his tone light but his eyes giving him away.
Your stomach dropped.
“Relax,” he added quickly, the corner of his mouth quirking up into that familiar smirk. “I’m just saying… I care about you. That’s it. No strings, no expectations. We agreed on that.”
It was so Jisung - offering everything without asking for a damn thing in return. And it made you want to cry and kiss him all at once.
So, you did the latter.
You stepped closer, gripping at his jacket tightly to pull him down to meet your lips. His breath hitched as you kissed him, soft at first, then deeper as he kissed you back.
His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as the world around you faded into nothing but the warmth between you two.
When you finally pulled back, your forehead resting against his, he let out a breathless laugh.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“For being too good for your own good.” You smiled, your hands cupping his cheeks.
“Oh? Are you planning to ‘thank’ me properly?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, his grin turning wicked.
You bit your lip, your cheeks flushing as you whispered, “Take me home then.”
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The second you stepped into his apartment, your back hit the door as Jisung kissed you like a man possessed. His hands were busy pulling your jacket off you, followed by your sweater and everything else.
You sighed as you felt his lips and hands everywhere - as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
“Been waiting for this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough. “You have no idea.”
“Then show me,” you shot back, tugging him toward the bedroom.
He chuckled, both of you stumbling into his bedroom, and onto his bed. Clothes were shed, and he was settled in between your legs as he hovered over you.
As your eyes met, you saw something you didn't before - the softness of his gaze, a longing. And it made your heart flutter. Neither of you acknowledge it, and the rest of the night was a blur of soft whispers and sweet love making.
Jisung wasn’t just good - he was great, knowing exactly what you liked. And he did give, over and over again, until you were left breathless and completely exhausted.
“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
“For what?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“For being you.”
Christmas Eve at Jisung’s place was always so chaotic. You both celebrate together when you couldn't travel back home for the holidays.
Currently his living room was a mess with half-wrapped presents scattered across the floor, the scent of gingerbread in the air, and Jisung humming Christmas songs off-key.
This year, though, Christmas came with an unexpected guest.
Minho stood awkwardly in the doorway, a small bag in his hand and a defeated smile on his face. He looked exhausted.
Hana was officially out of the picture. The breakup had been messy and so damn difficult, but Minho had finally done it.
Jisung wasted no time pulling him into a tight hug. And you did too, because he needed all the hugs and love you could give because the poor man has been through a lot.
Minho slowly relaxed, even cracked a few jokes.
But it wasn’t until later, when the three of you were cleaning up in the kitchen, that he finally let the mask slip.
“You were right about her,” Minho said quietly, leaning against the counter as he dried a glass.
You glanced up from where you were wiping down the counter, surprised by the softness in his tone.
“Minho -” you began, but your eyes fell on Jisung, who quickly left the kitchen, leaving you alone with Minho. You didn't know why, but it absolutely shattered your heart to see him slip away like that.
“No, let me finish.” He set the glass down and turned to you. “I shouldn’t have dragged it out. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. Maybe I was scared to let go... I liked her so much, I kept thinking she would change…but deep down, I knew.”
You stayed silent, giving him space to continue.
“And I knew about you,” he admitted, his voice even softer now. “That you… liked me. I just didn’t know how to deal with it. I never thought of you like that and I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should've said something.”
You exhaled slowly, leaning back against the counter.
“Love is weird, Minho,” You said quietly. “It's messy and complicated, and you don't have to feel bad about anything. Because you're ok, I'm ok… we're good.”
Minho’s gaze softened, and he stepped closer, his hand brushing yours on the counter.
“You and Jisung? I think it's great. He is such a nice guy, and it's so obvious that he loves you so much.” Minho said, giving you a grin.
You smiled gently, your cheeks heating up.
“I think so too,” You whispered. “I’m glad you’re here, Lino…I’ll finish this up, you can go to bed. Get some rest, yeah?”
Minho nodded, pulling you into a quick hug before leaving the kitchen.
Your heart raced as you thought about what Minho said. You've been trying to decide how to bring it up with Jisung for a while now. But you were so afraid, because you know you wouldn't survive the heartbreak if you ever lost Jisung.
He was everything to you. He made you feel wonderful - like the most special girl in the world. And it felt great.
So you walked into the living room with wobbly legs, where Jisung was sitting by the Christmas tree, fiddling with a Rubik’s cube. The fairy lights reflected off his skin, making him look impossibly soft and adorable.
When he saw you, his lips curved into that familiar, heart-melting smile.
“Hey,” he said, setting the cube down. “Everything ok?”
“Sort of.” You grinned, crossing the room to him. Without a word, you slipped into his lap, your arms draping around his neck.
Jisung’s eyes widened slightly, his hands instinctively settling on your hips.
“Uh… not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing?” he asked, his eyes darting towards the guest room where Minho was.
You leaned in, your lips brushing his in a soft kiss.
Your eyes meet as you said, “I love you, Sungie.”
His mouth fell open, and for a second, he just stared at you, completely shocked.
“You… what?”
“I love you,” you repeated, your fingers tangling in his hair. “I have for a while now. I just didn’t realize it until - well, until recently.”
The disbelief melted from his face, replaced by a slow, utterly pleased smile.
“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.
You laughed, pressing your lips to his forehead, before saying, “I love you.”
“Good,” he murmured, pulling you closer. “Because I’ve been waiting to hear that for a really long time.”
And then he kissed you - soft at first, but quickly deepening as his hands slid up your back. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, humming softly as his tongue caressed yours.
“I love you, baby,” He whispered against your lips. “God, I love you!”
You giggle, pressing kisses to his cheeks.
“So,” he said, “How exactly do you want to ‘celebrate’?”
You grinned, pulling him down into another kiss. “I have a few ideas.”
Hey bud! Love your fic where reader finds out he cuts his hair 🫶 the title for that says secerts instead of secrets and I was wondering if that was intentional or not :3
no it wasn’t intentional i’m dyslexic, thank you for letting me
a/n: merry christmas! and if you don’t celebrate, happy holidays!! i’m having mixed emotions about his new hair but i think it’s growing on me, as long as he’s happy 🙂↕️. i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, take ur meds and ily <3
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