content: oneshot smau, fluff, humor, swearing, childhood best friends to lovers, mutual pining but they are actually so stupid it hurts, the whole gng is comedic relief, kys/kms jokes, mentions of food, d**rdash
synopsis: you and sohee, two peas in a pod since birth. but maybe you’ve always wanted more.
angel had been teasing seunghan all afternoon, hiding his phone behind the couch cushions, stealing bites of his food when she thought he wasn’t looking, and calling him 'sir appa' in a fake serious voice that had you biting back laughter every time.
and now? she was laid flat on the living room rug, squealing with laughter as seunghan loomed over her with a mischievous grin. “say you surrender,” he said, wiggling his fingers just above her belly. “never!” she shrieked, already kicking her legs.
“are you sure? because-”
“NO! NO WAIT-” she cried, just before he launched a full tickle attack on her sides.
angel laughed until it turned into little hiccups, thrashing gently as she tried to wiggle away, her tiny hands pushing at his wrists.
“appa!!” she yelled between giggles. “mama, help!!” she squealed, twisting toward you where you sat on the couch with your arms crossed and a barely-contained smile" you shrugged. “seems like this is what you signed up for angel.”
she laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes. “appa! i surrender! i surrender!” he stopped immediately and scooped her into his arms, kissing her flushed cheek. “tickle monster wins again.” angel curled into his chest, still hiccuping from laughter.
and the hiccups didn’t stop.
she frowned, blinking. seunghan froze. “oh no.” she pressed her face into his shirt, “they’re stuck.” you laughed softly. “every time.”
seunghan rubbed slow circles on her back. “okay, okay. breathe with appa. ready?” she nodded, serious now. he exaggerated a deep breath and she copied him.
“hic-” he winced. “almost.” she huffed. “i don’t like them.”
“i know,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “they’ll go away.”
she shifted so she was fully in his lap, legs tucked up, fingers clutching his sleeve. every hiccup made her pout harder, which only made you smile more. "let me go get you some water," you stood from the couch and made your way into the kitchen.
eventually the hiccups softened, spacing out until they disappeared completely. angel relaxed against him. “gone?” he whispered. she nodded sleepily. “mmhm.”
one baby is reclined against a pillow in front of you while the other is in your lap, fingers fisted and in her mouth. both of them are staring at you as you speak.
“ma–ma,” you say slowly, carefully. “mama.”
from the couch, sungchan clears his throat. “you know they can probably feel your desperation, right? you've been at this the whole week.” you don’t even glance at him. “ma. ma.”
“this feels biased,” he adds. “what if they want their first word to be appa.” you reach over, to pat sweetpea’s tummy. she lets out a laugh and grabs at your fingers. your voice is flat as you speak “father.”
sungchan gasps. sits up. “why am i father? this is cheating."
“because mama is the goal,” you reply calmly. “they dont need to know father yet.”
lovebug makes a sound. its almost a syllable. too close in fact. you freeze mid-bounce. sungchan freezes too.
“okay,” you whisper, eyes wide. “mama. ma. ma. we’re doing ma-ma.” your voice goes back to the soft baby voice that makes both girls giggle and coo back at you.
later, you’re gone. quick errands, you said as you took the car keys. "it'll only be ten minutes", you shouted as you walked out the door.
sungchan is on the rug with both girls, one tucked against each arm, talking quietly as if he was telling them a secret. “okay,” he murmurs. “mama really wants this. we’re gonna try, okay?”
sweetpea gnaws on his finger as lovebug watches his mouth.
“ma–ma,” he says gently. “mama.”
lovebug squeals but sweetpea’s lips move. “…ma.”
sungchan goes completely still. he looks at sweetpea. then at lovebug. then around the empty apartment like someone might be watching.
“no,” he whispers. “you can’t do that when she’s not here.”
sweetpea smiles at him and giggles. sungchan exhales, torn between pride and panic about you missing her first word. “okay,” he mutters, “we’re not telling her.”
warnings ; cursing, one d sucking joke in the text lol, kissing at the end nothing huge i Think… also grammar is not very much perf everything lowercase Ok Ty :D
wc; a bit less than 1k
college fluff with riize sohee x f!reader
you and sohee have been together for a while now. a year almost? it was a rainy day, and you HATE rainy days. the smell of the rain made you instantly dizzy, and it ruined your mood immediately. class being shitty didn't help either. you were lowkey confused for most of the class, and your professor forcing you to talk to your classmates for a discussion made it even worse. dragging yourself out of class, you let out a huge huff as you reach for your phone, finally able to text your boyfriend.
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you stand outside the campus, waiting right in front of the entrance door to easily spot sohee. you scroll through your phone, waiting for him to arrive, until you suddenly hear a loud honk from the street in front of you. you look up with a smile as you eye the boy inside the drivers seat, instantly running up to the car. pulling the door handle, the door doesnt budge open. you let out a groan loud enough for sohee to hear, which results to you hearing a muffled laugh coming from inside the car. the door unlocks, and you immediately hop in, throwing a small punch at sohees arm for locking you out. "hey baby." he says with a sly grin, rubbing the part you playfully smacked. "you're not funny." you respond back as you put in your seatbelt, fixing your hair with the rearside mirror.
"im sorry beautiful." he says as he starts the car, placing a hand on your thigh as his eyes stay focused on the road. you let out a small chuckle, it was hard- no, impossible to stay mad at your boyfriend. his cheeky smile alone instantly made you forget that he had just locked you out of his car a minute ago. "how was your day, hm? how was class?" sohee asks, giving your thigh a small squeeze as he continued driving. you reach for his hand, playing with his fingers as you let out a small sigh. "literal shit." you say. "i mean, im probably overreacting just because it's raining, but i didn't understand anything at all today! and on top of that, the professor made us discuss in groups... and of course i get the most awkward group that only god somehow can put together." "aw, it's okay. i bet you'll be able to understand it later on after you get to review the slides on your own." you nod in silence as you look outside, watching the raindrops race each other down the window, just like how you always did when you were little. your heart felt lighter, just from telling sohee about your day. heck, him picking you up from class was just what you needed.
you finally arrive to his place, immediately walking in after him and immediately taking off your shoes like it was second nature. the scent of sohees apartment was filled with scents that you couldn't really describe with actual notes- whatever the smell of comfort and relief was, that was it. you immediately plopped yourself down on his couch, watching him as he locked the door behind him. he turned, immediately letting out a low chuckle as he walks towards you. "had such a hard day, huh princess?" he says softly as he sits on the floor beside you, gently running his fingers through your hair. "tell me about it." you say, a bit sarcastically, knowing that the both of you were joking. sohee offers to cook you something small. he wasn't the best, but he definitely knew his shit. you kindly rejected, as you already ate beforehand and just didn't feel like it. you both moved to the bedroom, sohee giving you a pair of his hoodie that was definitely oversized on you, along with a pair of his sweats that practically swallowed you whole. you jumped into his bed after changing, watching him as he tucked away some of the clothes he threw on the floor, being too tired to properly put it away the night before. he chuckles, making his way towards you before sitting on the bed beside you. “y/n….” he tiredly grumbles before pulling you towards him, practically pulling you on top of him. you hum and rest your head on his chest, slowly closing your eyes as you feel his steady breathing, making his chest slowly rise up and down.
he plays with your hair as he quietly scrolls on his phone, definitely not forgetting to plant soft kisses on top of your head time to time. "tired, baby?", he asks, his voice being enough to knock you out in an instant. you hum quietly, turning your head to look up at him. he looks down at you with a smile, before setting his phone down beside him to caress your cheeks with both hands. he slowly leans in, giving you short pecks, but long enough for you to feel how soft his lips are. you push yourself up a bit, allowing to put yourself in a more comfortable position. he chuckles in response, before going back in, kissing you more and more, except this time with more passion.
after what felt like forever, you both lay down properly, one of sohees arm under your head, the other one over your waist, hugging you from behind. your back to his chest, your legs practically tangled with each other, almost as if your bodies were about to turn into one. you slowly close your eyes, hands and fingers intertwined as you lie there, silent but comforting.
"i love you so much", he murmurs quietly before planting another soft kiss on your head, making it the last thing you hear before officially dozing off into a nap.
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yoo i’ve never actually went thru with writing actual fics/oneshots… bc i lowk think my writing is ass and sometimes idk where im going with the story 😭 lmk LMFAOO i like putting my delusionalness into writing this is lowk fun i js need to step up :D
i also wnna try smaus but idk where so I will Need to do my research 🤔
lotus mail is an account created to encourage those who still don't have the courage to confess their feelings in person to the people they like. the rules for sending a message are simple:
1. do not spread hate.
2. messages can be anonymous or not! you can also choose to use a nickname.
3. you must have the username of the person the message will be sent to.
OR...
where lee sohee decides to send an anonymous message to y/n. he just didn't expect her to be the owner of the account.
lotus mail is an account created to encourage those who still don't have the courage to confess their feelings in person to the people they like. the rules for sending a message are simple:
1. do not spread hate.
2. messages can be anonymous or not! you can also choose to use a nickname.
3. you must have the username of the person the message will be sent to.
OR...
where lee sohee decides to send an anonymous message to y/n. he just didn't expect her to be the owner of the account.
the winter air bites at your cheeks as you walk beside eunseok through snow covered streets, your breath comes out in little clouds that disappear into the evening sky — string lights twinkle overhead, casting a warm glow over the fresh white snow, and you shiver, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck.
"cold?" eunseok asks, and before you can even answer he’s already reaching for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his own and squeezing, his palm warm against yours despite the freezing temperature. "come here," he says softly, tugging your interlocked hands toward the pocket of his black trenchcoat.
you let him guide your hand inside and immediately melt into the warmth cominf off him, sighing in relief as the heat from his body chases away the cold. you lean into his side as you continue walking, pressing your cheek against his clothed shoulder and breathing in the scent of him and his cologne mixed with winter air.
"better?" he asks softly, and you hum in response. squeezing his hand because words feel unnecessary when he’s this close.
it takes you exactly two seconds to realize what’s in his pocket — your fingers brush against thr hard corners of what you can tell is a velvet box and oh, you swear you can feel your heart jumps into your throat.
you feel eunseok tense up the second your fingers find the box. his whole body goes rigid and he lets out a shaky breath that sounds almost pained.
"fuck," he mutters under his breath, his eyes are wide and panicked like a deer caught in headlights.
"you weren’t— i didn’t—" he can’t even finish his sentences as he stands there looking at you with his ears turning red, and hand trembling against yours inside his pocket. the same
"eunseok..." you whisper.
"i had a whole thing planned," he says, voice cracking. he runs his free hand through his hair and laughs, but it comes out shaky, proof of his loving nerves. "i was going to take you to our spot." he rambles on lovingly, despite the nerves.
you laugh through the tears already blurring your vision, while he stares at you like you’re his entire world because to him, you are nothing less of that.
he slowly pulls your intertwined hands out of his pocket and reaches back in and there it is — a small velvet box in his palm, crimson red and soft. "i guess i’m doing this now," he says softly, thumb rubbing circles on your hand as his voice gets steadier, more sure. "i don’t need some perfect moment anyway when every moment with you is already perfect."
he opens the box with trembling fingers and inside is a perfectly delicate ring that catches the streetlight, sparkly like the snow around you. it’s so beautiful you want to cry.
"i love you," eunseok says, his voice is stronger now even though his eyes are getting all glossy.
a tear rolls down your cheek and he wipes it away with his thumb, so gentle it makes you want to sob.
he takes a deep breath and drops down onto one knee in the snow. your hands fly to your mouth and more tears spill down your cheeks, nodding frantically before he can even get the words out.
"i’m not good at this stuff," he admits with this little smile. "but with you? everything makes sense. you make me brave enough to be vulnerable. and i don’t want to spend another day not knowing you will be mine forever."
"will you marry me?" his voice cracks, eyes searching yours with so much vulnerability it hurts. "will you let me spend the rest of my life keeping your hands warm and making you happy? will you be mine?"
"yes," you choke out, nodding so hard it probably looks ridiculous. "yes, yes, a thousand times yes."
the smile that breaks across eunseok's face is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen — a mixture of joy and disbelief and love. he stands back up and slips the ring onto your finger with shaking hands, and it fits perfectly as if it belongs there.
not even a second later, his arms are around you, pulling you into the tightest hug. you bury your face in his chest and breathe him in and when he kisses you it’s soft and sweet and you can taste forever on his lips.
"i love you so much," you mumble into his jacket, voice muffled and shaky, except this time the weather isn’t to blame.
"i love you too," he whispers, kissing the top of your head. you can feel his heart pounding against your cheek, going just as crazy as yours. "my fiancée," he adds, testing the word out, and you can hear him smiling.
you pull back just enough to look up at him and the way he is staring at you, equal amounts of adoration and disbelief, makes you fall in love with him all over again. makes your chest ache in the best way.
"your fiancée," you repeat, grinning through tears. "it sounds perfect."
eunseok cups your face in his hands, thumbs brushing away the tears, and leans down to kiss you again. deeper this time, more desperate, and you wrap your arms around his neck. tangling your fingers in his hair and getting lost in him, in how he tastes, in how he holds you like you are everything.
when you finally pull apart, both breathless and grinning like idiots, he grabs your left hand — the one with the ring — and slips it back into his jacket pocket with his.
"still cold?" he teases, voice all rough and thick.
you shake your head, chest so full of warmth and love you might explode. "not anymore," you say softly, squeezing his hand. "never with you."
he keeps your hands in his pockets the entire walk home, stopping every few steps to kiss you under the streetlights before he pulls your joined hands out to olace a kiss on the stone newly adorned on your left hand.
by the time he’s pulling his lips away from your ring, you think that maybe winter just became your favorite season.
𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗎~~~~☆، ﹫cigsaftersuh
— for yet another love 119 season, with ses 🤍 happy holidays to everyone, i hope you’re all warm and well fed !! i love you
wc: 1.8k , pairing: bf!sohee x gf!reader , genre: fluff , a little kissing & cuddles , synopsis: cuties yn and sohee play in the snow together and come back home for cuddles!
the snow has been falling since morning, light at first, then heavier, until the world outside turns soft and white and impossibly inviting.
you’re the one who suggests going out.
sohee blinks at you from the couch, bundled in a sweater that’s at least one size too big, eyes wide and sparkling. “right now?”
“right now,” you nod, already pulling on your coat. “it’s perfect.”
he doesn’t even try to pretend he’s hesitant. within seconds, he’s scrambling for his scarf, laughing as he nearly trips over his own feet, excitement written all over his face.
outside, the air is cold enough to sting your cheeks, but the kind of cold that feels clean and refreshing. snow crunches beneath your boots as you step into the yard, your breath puffing out in little clouds. the sky is pale and overcast, like it’s holding its breath.
sohee immediately scoops up a handful of snow, packing it clumsily between his gloves.
“don’t,” you warn, already smiling.
he freezes, eyes darting to you, then grins. “too late.”
the snowball barely makes it halfway before falling apart, scattering harmlessly at your feet.
you burst out laughing. “that was terrible.”
“hey,” he protests, cheeks pink. “i wasn’t ready.”
you bend down, quickly forming your own snowball. “oh? then you should’ve prepared.”
this one lands squarely against his shoulder.
he gasps dramatically, hand flying to his chest. “you betrayed me.”
“you started it.”
he laughs, bright and full, and suddenly the air is alive with motion—snowballs flying, both of you squealing when one hits its mark, laughter echoing into the quiet neighborhood. at one point, you slip slightly on the snow, and sohee rushes forward, hands hovering nervously at your sides.
“are you okay?” he asks, eyes wide with concern.
you nod, still laughing. “i’m fine.”
he exhales, relieved, then immediately flicks snow at you again. “good.”
eventually, you wander toward the far side of the yard, distracted by how pretty everything looks, the snow clinging to branches, the faint outline of christmas lights still wrapped around the fence.
you don’t notice sohee sneaking up behind you.
or—well. you do.
you hear his footsteps, light and careful, and feel the shift in the air before he can do anything. just as he’s about to pounce, you turn—and he freezes.
caught.
“…you saw me,” he says quietly.
you grin. “maybe.”
he pouts for exactly half a second before breaking into a smile and stepping forward anyway. instead of attacking, his arms wrap around you from behind, warm and sudden. he presses his cheek against the side of your head, laughing softly as he lifts you just enough to spin you around.
“so unfair,” he says, still holding you. “i almost had you.”
you squeal as he spins you again, the world blurring white and bright around you. when he finally stops, you’re breathless, dizzy, hands gripping his sleeves.
“you’re silly,” you say fondly.
“for you,” he replies easily.
you don’t even have time to respond before he leans in and kisses you—quick, sweet, and cold from the air. it leaves you smiling long after he pulls away.
“let’s make a snowman,” you say suddenly.
his eyes light up. “really?”
“really.”
you work together, rolling snow into uneven spheres, brushing each other’s hands accidentally on purpose. sohee insists on fixing every tiny detail, carefully patting the snow, stepping back to inspect his work.
“okay,” he says proudly, placing a crooked scarf around its neck. “done.”
you stare at it for a moment, then nod seriously. “he’s perfect.”
sohee beams. “he is.”
you tilt your head. “we should name him.”
“what about…” he thinks hard. “…junior.”
you laugh. “junior?”
“yeah,” he says earnestly. “he’s our son.”
you gasp. “sohee.”
he grins. “what? look at him. we made him with love."
you crouch slightly, addressing the snowman. “hello, junior.”
sohee watches you, fondness softening his features. then his smile falters just a little, lips pressing together as he looks away.
“…you don’t love him more than me, right?”
you blink. “what?”
he gestures toward the snowman, pouting. “i mean, you’re smiling a lot.”
you burst out laughing. “are you jealous?”
“maybe,” he mutters, eyes flicking away.
you step closer, reaching up to cup his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “sohee.”
he looks back at you, eyes big and hopeful.
“How could i ever like anyone more than you?” you say softly. “you’re the cutest.”
his pout dissolves instantly, replaced by a shy, giddy smile. “really?”
“really.”
he leans into your touch, forehead resting against yours. “okay,” he murmurs. “then i forgive junior.”
the cold eventually drives you back inside, cheeks flushed, fingers numb. the door closes behind you with a soft thud, shutting out the winter chill. inside, everything is warm and glowing—christmas lights twinkling around the living room, the fireplace crackling gently.
as you kick off your boots and shake the snow from your coat, you feel sohee pause behind you.
“hey,” he says, voice suddenly lighter, mischievous in a way that makes you turn instinctively.
“what?” you ask.
he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he gently grabs your wrist and tugs you a step forward, guiding you beneath the doorway between the hall and the living room.
you glance up.
mistletoe.
your eyebrows lift. “did you—”
“uh-huh,” he says quickly, already grinning. “i put it up earlier.”
you laugh. “and you were just waiting?”
“maybe,” he admits, rocking back on his heels like he’s proud of himself. then his expression shifts—eyes half-lidded, smile turning playful in a way that makes your stomach flip. “you know the rules.”
“oh?” you tease. “since when do you know the rules?”
he steps closer, hands slipping casually to your waist. “since right now.”
your heart pounds as he leans in—not rushed, not shy—tilting his head just enough to brush his nose against yours. he pauses there on purpose, close enough that you can feel his breath, warm and steady.
“just one kiss,” he murmurs. “promise.”
you barely have time to smile before he presses his lips to yours.
it’s different from his usual kisses—still sweet, still careful, but bolder somehow. confident. like he knows exactly what he’s doing and wants you to know it too. his thumb traces a lazy line at your waist as he deepens it just slightly, just enough to make your knees feel weak.
when he pulls back, he’s smiling like he’s won something.
“wow,” you breathe.
he laughs softly, eyes shining. “see? mistletoe magic.”
you shake your head, still smiling. “you’re trouble.”
“only for you,” he says easily, leaning in to steal one more quick peck before darting away toward the couch.
“sohee!” you call after him.
he looks back, grinning, cheeks flushed. “what? it’s christmas.”
after changing into clean clothes, sohee tugs you toward the couch, pulling a blanket around both of you. you curl up together, legs tangled, his arm wrapped snugly around your shoulders.
he presses a kiss to your hair. “are you warm?”
you nod. “yeah.”
“good,” he says, adjusting the blanket again just to be sure.
you sit in comfortable silence for a while, watching the fire, listening to the soft hum of christmas music playing in the background. as you play with his hands, sohee keeps glancing at you, like he can’t help himself, smiling every time your eyes meet.
“what,” you ask gently.
he shakes his head. “nothing.”
you raise an eyebrow.
“…i just really love you,” he admits quietly.
your heart swells. you shift closer, resting your head against his chest. “i really love you too.”
his arms tighten around you, like he wants to keep you there forever. “i’d do anything for you,” he says.
you smile, tracing idle patterns on his chest. “i know.”
he kisses your forehead, your temple, your cheek—soft, lingering kisses full of affection. every touch feels careful, precious, like he’s memorizing you.
outside, the snow keeps falling, piling up quietly. inside, the world feels small and perfect, filled with warmth, laughter, and the kind of love that makes everything brighter.
you let yourself melt into him, the steady rise and fall of his chest grounding you. the fire pops softly, a spark jumping behind the glass, and the light paints everything in warm gold and amber. sohee’s sweater smells faintly like laundry soap and winter air, a comforting mix that makes your eyes flutter closed without meaning to.
he notices immediately.
“sleepy?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
you hum, nodding against him. “just comfortable.”
his smile presses into your hair as he kisses the top of your head again. “me too.”
your fingers lace with his, fitting together easily, like they were always meant to. you play with his knuckles, tracing the faint lines in his palms, and he squeezes your hand in response—gentle, reassuring.
“you know,” he says after a moment, thoughtful, “this is my favorite part.”
you tilt your head back to look at him. “what is?”
“this,” he repeats, glancing around the room before looking back down at you. “after everything. when it’s quiet.”
your chest tightens at the sincerity in his voice. “yeah?”
he nods. “yeah. it feels… safe.”
you smile softly, brushing your thumb along his wrist. “it is.”
he exhales, shoulders relaxing further, like your words have physically eased something inside him. the christmas song shifts to something slower, softer, and he begins to sway just a little, almost unconsciously, rocking the two of you in time with the music.
“sohee,” you murmur, amused.
he freezes. “what?”
“are you trying to dance?”
his ears turn pink. “maybe.”
you laugh quietly, warm and fond. “you don’t have to be embarrassed.”
he looks down at you, eyes shining. “i just like holding you.”
your heart flutters. you shift so you’re straddling his lap, arms looping loosely around his neck. he inhales sharply, hands instinctively finding your waist, careful and reverent like he’s afraid to hold too tight.
“you’re really cute,” you tell him.
he pouts softly. “you say that a lot.”
“because it’s always true.”
his smile returns, bashful and bright. “i’m only cute because you’re here.”
you lean in, pressing a slow kiss to his lips—sweet, unhurried, full of feeling. he responds immediately, kissing you back with the same tenderness, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be, nothing else he wants more.
when you pull away, he rests his forehead against yours. “i wish every day could be like this.”
you brush your nose against his. “maybe they can be.”
he grins. “i’d like that.”
you settle back down against his chest, his arms wrapping around you again like second nature. his hand traces slow patterns along your back, soothing and steady, and you feel completely, impossibly content.
outside, the snow keeps falling, blanketing the world in quiet. inside, with sohee’s warmth and the fire’s glow and the soft promise of christmas lingering in the air, everything feels right—like love, simple and true, has filled every corner of the room.
author's note: merry christmas to those who celebrate!! 🤍 i hope you guys enjoyed my informal three part mini riize holidays event heh <3 stay safe and healthy!
wc: 1k , pairing: bf!sungchan x gf!reader , genre: fluff , warnings: sungchan is very clingy, one suggestive statement lol , synopsis: it's christmas eve and sungchan is so excited after spoiling his girl!
the apartment is quiet in the way only winter nights are quiet—soft, muffled, like the cold outside has wrapped the whole world in cotton. the only real light comes from the christmas tree in the corner of the living room, its warm bulbs blinking lazily, reflecting off the ornaments you hung together. there’s still a faint pine scent in the air, mixed with wine and cinnamon and something sweet you baked earlier and forgot about in the oven until sungchan laughed and rescued it.
you’re curled up on the couch, legs tucked under you, a blanket draped loosely over both of you. sungchan sits close—too close, really, like he always does—one arm slung around your shoulders, thumb tracing absentminded circles against your sleeve. he hasn’t stopped smiling all night. not the polite smile he wears in public, but the bright, boyish one that makes his eyes go shiny, like he’s holding a secret he can barely contain.
and he is.
you can feel it in the way his leg bounces slightly, the way his hugs linger just a second longer than usual, the way he keeps leaning in to press little kisses to your cheek like he’ll forget how if he waits too long. every time you glance at him, he catches your eye and grins wider, teeth flashing, shoulders lifting like he’s trying to physically hold back his excitement.
“what,” you finally ask, laughing softly as he kisses the corner of your mouth for the third time in five minutes. “you’re being suspicious.”
“i’m not,” he says immediately, voice light and a little too quick. then he pauses, considers, and breaks into a sheepish smile. “okay, maybe a little.”
you tilt your head, pretending to study him. “you’re terrible at secrets.”
he laughs, warm and full, and pulls you closer so your shoulder presses into his chest. “i know. but i’ve been good. mostly.”
you hum, letting your head rest against him, listening to his heartbeat—steady, familiar, comforting. the wine in your glass is half-finished, forgotten on the coffee table, and the room feels like it’s glowing from the inside out.
your eyes drift to the tree again.
the gifts underneath it are piled higher than you remembered. boxes wrapped in neat paper, bows tied carefully, little tags dangling from ribbon. some of them are big, some small, some suspiciously shaped. you blink, then sit up a little straighter.
“…there’s so many gifts under the tree.”
sungchan stiffens for half a second, then relaxes, breaking into the brightest smile yet. it’s almost blinding.
“yeah,” he says, unable to hide the pride in his voice.
you stare, heat creeping up your neck. “channie.”
“what?”
you gesture helplessly. “that’s… a lot.”
he shrugs, still smiling, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “it’s christmas.”
“but i didn’t get you that much this year,” you admit, pouting despite yourself. embarrassment makes your voice smaller. “i feel bad.”
he turns toward you fully then, lifting his free hand to gently pinch your cheek between his fingers. it’s affectionate, teasing, familiar.
“hey,” he says softly. “don’t do that.”
you wrinkle your nose. “i’m serious.”
he chuckles and leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before you can protest. it’s light, almost playful, but it makes your heart stutter anyway.
“it doesn’t matter to me,” he says, eyes warm and sincere. “not even a little.”
you search his face, trying to find even a hint of disappointment, but there’s nothing there—just fondness, devotion, that unmistakable softness he only shows you.
“besides,” he adds, voice dropping slightly, playful glint flashing in his eyes, “there are other ways you can show me how much you love me.”
your face burns instantly. “sungchan.”
he laughs, delighted, and pulls you back against him, chin resting on the top of your head. “i’m kidding,” he says—then pauses. “mostly.”
you swat his arm, but you’re smiling too hard to mean it.
the night stretches comfortably after that. the two of you sit in silence for a while, watching the lights on the tree blink on and off, sipping wine, sharing warmth. every so often, sungchan presses another kiss to your cheek, your temple, your lips—like he physically can’t help himself.
eventually, he sighs dramatically.
“okay,” he mutters.
you glance up. “okay what?”
he groans softly, tipping his head back against the couch. “i can’t do it anymore.”
“do what?”
“wait.”
you laugh. “wait for what?”
he looks at you again, eyes sparkling. “i need to tell you. just one. maybe two.”
“tell me what?”
“about the gifts.”
your eyes widen. “chan—”
“i know, i know,” he interrupts quickly, hands coming up in surrender. “it’s so close. but i’m too excited.”
he shifts so he’s facing you fully now, knees angled toward yours, hands warm where they rest on your thighs through the blanket.
“okay,” he says, lowering his voice like he’s sharing a secret. “there’s one that’s kind of small. silver wrapping paper. i got it when i was abroad because it reminded me of you.”
your heart squeezes.
“and the big one?” you ask carefully.
he grins. “which big one?”
“sungchan.”
he laughs again, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours. “that one took me forever. i wanted it to be perfect.”
“you didn’t have to do all this,” you whisper.
he shakes his head. “i wanted to.”
his thumb brushes your cheek, gentle. “i love spoiling you. especially during the holidays.”
you lean into his touch, breath catching just a little. “you already do.”
he smiles, softer now, quieter. “good.”
the clock ticks closer to midnight without either of you noticing. outside, snow starts falling—slow, quiet, like it’s afraid to interrupt the moment. inside, sungchan wraps the blanket tighter around you both, pulling you into his chest until you fit perfectly there.
“merry christmas,” he whispers, even though it’s not quite time yet.
you smile against him. “merry christmas, channie.”
he kisses you again, slow and sweet, and for a moment, everything feels impossibly warm—like the world has narrowed down to just the two of you, the glow of the tree, and the quiet promise of tomorrow morning waiting just around the corner.
lotus mail is an account created to encourage those who still don't have the courage to confess their feelings in person to the people they like. the rules for sending a message are simple:
1. do not spread hate.
2. messages can be anonymous or not! you can also choose to use a nickname.
3. you must have the username of the person the message will be sent to.
OR...
where lee sohee decides to send an anonymous message to y/n. he just didn't expect her to be the owner of the account.
