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it’s killing me to know there’s someone else out there

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[badtitude]

≡ BODY HEAT !! CHOI JIHO

(in which you find a new way to keep warm on the night of the first snow ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 482 words : fluff + suggestive (?) + gn!reader : i get cold easy so hehe, i would go further but i don’t want to for now :3

you wanted to go back to the comfort of your house, the warmth of it all felt so alluring in such cold weather. despite that looming desire to go back in, you stayed out watching the snowflakes dance around in the air before landing on the frozen concrete.

the first snowfall of this winter season. you watched as snow on the ground started pilling up, standing there in your fuzzy pajamas, entranced by the snowfall.

you could feel yourself getting colder by the minute, trying to distract yourself with the hypnotic effect of snow but it didn’t help much.

just when you were ready to leave the snow behind, the weight of a blanket landed on your shoulders, and you instinctively wrapped the warm bundle around your body.

you didn’t need to look to know who it was, but you did anyways, and of course it was him. your roommate, jiho.

“Were you trying to catch a cold?” he asked, genuinely curious as to why you would stand in such freezing weather without protection.

he smiled as he watched you follow the snow drops till the landed on the ground. the cold was a lot for you, he could see you shivering, trying to warm your hands up with the friction of the blanket.

the sudden feeling of his hands on your cold hands brought your gaze to the man by your side, his smile at the sight of your rosy face warmed up your chest, and the warmth only continued to spread throughout your body.

you watched his with widen eyes as he held your hands in his, rubbing them in between his hands to help you fight the cold. you weren’t sure if you could feel the cold in that moment, all your senses were focused on him as he brought your hands closer to his lips, blowing on your fingertips with his warm breath.

he glanced at you for a second, and you darted your eyes away from his unsure of the level of intimacy you were at.

“Are you still cold?” his voice brought your gaze back, he was still holding onto your hands but you tried to ignore it as you nodded hesitantly.

a mix of fear and eagerness bubbled in your chest watching his smile grow as you acquiesced. his hands let go of yours, reaching under the blanket over your shoulders, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you in closer.

he let his head rest on your shoulder, trying to keep you as close as possible. it was hard to tell if it was actually his body bringing you warmth or the heat building up in your body from the proximity.

his hot breath heated a spot on your neck, his lips slightly brushing against your skin as he rested there, “If you’re still cold, come inside I can help with that.”

[slytherinshua]

➴　PASTEL HEARTS　( 최지호 )

genre fluff , soft thoughts , headcanons , jiho x fem!reader   cw kissing , not proofread   wc 424   request yes   note couldn't even get through writing this without almost crying cause of how cutie patootie jiho is I SWEAR IM FINEEE   net @kstrucknet @chrimatanet @andearnet

boyfriend!jiho who always manages to give you cuteness aggression. he’s so adorable, even without realizing it. from the way he talks, or the way he smiles or laughs. whenever he blows out his cheeks or furrows his eyebrows or stares at you with his big boba eyes. each feature of his makes your heart melt when you notice them. 

boyfriend!jiho who loves to match with purple things! sweatshirts and jewelry and shoes are all decked out in purple for the both of you, and he never gets tired of it. he will get so excited every time you buy something new that is purple for him, and loves to shower you with kisses over it. 

boyfriend!jiho who calls you every night while he’s on tour in another country. loves to end the day with your face even if you’re on opposite sides of the world. looks so cute snuggled up in the blankets on the hotel bed, and although your calls are sometimes crashed by the other members, you still treasure the small moments talking with jiho before he sleeps. he’ll tell you all about the show that day or any fun activities he did, and he often slips hints that he got something for you to bring back home. he’s pretty terrible at keeping secrets, but you don’t mind.

boyfriend!jiho who tries to flirt with you whenever he’s feeling bold, but switches up immediately to being shy and giggly as soon as you flirt back. he always thinks he’s confident and that there is no way you’ll still be able to make him flustered after dating for a while now. but he’s proven wrong every time. perhaps he’s just too weak for you when you lean in a little too close to his face, only to pull back before he can land a kiss on your lips. close enough that he gets a subtle hit of your perfume, and now he’ll be thinking about that all day. 

boyfriend!jiho who has become addicted to your kisses. loves when you press your lips to every spot on his face— lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, jaw. there’s a comforting feeling that comes with your soft lips on his face and he absolutely loves it. if you ever forget to give him kisses, he’ll wait and give subtle hints that he wants them, but if by the end of the day you still haven’t kissed him, he will get soooo pouty and ask for them directly because he really can’t live without them :(

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[slytherinshua]

　　❛ FORGOT SOMETHING? ❜　𓋰　최지호

❪ 滑る ❫　　fluff est. rs semi-secret relationship　jiho x f!reader　604　cw ノ kissing, not proofread 〃 ♡　⸝⸝⸝　my sweet lovely jiho :( most precious boy his hair rn ???? crazy　/　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

There's something addicting about fooling andears in plain sight. You're always active on your boyfriend's Weverse page under a generic username: Purple_Jihos. To the unsuspecting eye, you're just a lucky fan who keeps getting noticed by their ult bias. You've even become somewhat of a famous fan amongst andears, at least on Weverse. Everyone jokes about how you attract Jiho's replies like a magnet. You've even been brought up in lives before.

In reality, each Weverse comment is sent while you're sitting right next to him. You watch his reaction each time he's scanning the feed for comments sent under your user. It's like a game. How many hints can you drop without seeming suspicious, and how many comments can your boyfriend find in the sea of andears with similar usernames to you?

It's a risky business. You both know what the possible consequences could be if fans found out and didn't like the fact that Jiho isn't single—no matter how dumb the argument was. You are never too obvious. You always stay within a safe territory. Your comments require the knowledge of the many inside jokes and references you and Jiho have built up over the years. You haven't just been his girlfriend for the past three years; you were his best friend long before that as well. You know him inside out, better than anyone else, and you love to play into it.

You're feeling bolder today for some reason—maybe its because Jiho forgot to give you a kiss this morning and you feel personally wronged by it. Obviously, you could just ask him for one outright, or even steal a few from him at any moment, but you decide it's more fun to write a comment instead.

Purple_Jihos: Jiho! Good morning >< I think you might have forgotten something?

You watch Jiho's eyebrow raise when he finds the comment. You're cuddling on the couch before he has to leave for work. It's been a slow morning, one that you know will end too soon for your liking. Your legs are swung over his lap, comfortably reclined as he rubs his hand up and down them.

↳ 지호: Oh? I had breakfast tho? 😄

↳ Purple_Jihos: You forgot to receive my love for you 😤

There are already andears replying to your post, laughing at the cute interaction, but you see Jiho tilt his head, considering your response a bit deeper. You wouldn't say that out of nowhere—he must have actually forgotten something somehow.

He glances at you. You're already staring right back at him, waiting for him to realize his wrongdoings of the morning, however unserious they are. It takes a few seconds for it to click. Something had felt off this morning, like he hadn't done something important. Of course, it involved your lips.

"Morning kiss? Is that it?" Jiho asks. He's studying your expression carefully as if he has to uncover the secrets of what he's still missing, even though he already figured it out. Cotton candy pink hair frames his cheeks and eyes. He's irresistible. "It's not too late for it yet. It's only 11:40—that's still morning!"

His logic is adorable. So is the slight pout on his lips, like he's silently pleading for you to forgive him for his forgetfulness. You kiss the pout right off his lips, and he hums in content.

"I think I deserve double since you were so late," you mumble against his lips, hands tangled in his hair. He's quick to oblige you as you both lose track of time.

You're interrupted by his phone ringing. It's Kamden.

"Dude, where are you?"

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[slytherinshua]

　　❛ LACE FILM ❜　𓋰　지창민

❪ 入れ墨 ❫　　fluff est. rs　photographer!changmin x f!reader　912　cw ノ they're engaged, lots of wedding stuff mentioned (& how expensive it is), kissing, not proofread 〃 @reisdoll　⸝⸝⸝　it's been *checks* 14 long months since i wrote for tbz BUT WE ARE BACK. i never stopped loving this group and the members, and i really hope the future will be kinder to them <3　/　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

It's unusual to find Changmin not in bed with you by midnight, but luckily, you don't have to guess where he might be. There's only one plausible place that could be holding him this late. His study, at his computer.

You patter into the room, hair still wet from your shower and your light summer pyjamas on. It's completely dark save for the computer light illuminating Changmin's face. The curtains are still open, indicating that he has been sitting here for hours without noticing the passing time.

You close the curtains first, and then find the switch for the table lamp. The warm light pulls Changmin out of his focus immediately, and a sigh leaves his lips. He leans back in his chair, eyes scrunched shut, eyebrows tensed. You don't have to ask to tell his work has been frustrating him lately. Six hours on his computer without a break is never a good sign. His entire body shows the evident exhaustion.

You step behind his chair and let your hands find his shoulders. You gently work your fingers into his tense muscles. His head turns to the right, nose burrowing against your arm before he presses a kiss to your skin.

"It's late. You gonna sleep?" you pose the question. Somewhere in your head you already know the answer. He shakes his head quietly, muttering a quiet 'not yet' in response.

"Why are you still up?" he asks, leaning back against the headrest and blinking up at you. "Go sleep."

It's your turn to shake your head, "Not without you."

He frowns, "This isn't going to work, then. I have to finish these before tomorrow."

You glance at his computer where his editing software is open with a collection of photos from his latest shoot. A pre-wedding photoshoot; a very fancy one. You eye the elegant wedding dress the bride wears. It looks designer, upwards of ten thousand dollars at least. You've recently become more familiar with costs and styles of bridal wear on your own wedding dress hunt. Changmin has heard you complain more than once about the absurd costs.

You've always been so sure you would be more than happy with a cheaper wedding dress. Something classy without breaking the bank. Yet, you can't help but admire how stunning the bride looks in the photos with her poofy ballgown, massive train, and elegant veil. Changmin has completely captured the beauty of the dress and the bride. You rest your chin on the top of your fiancé's head, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you both stare at the photos.

"That dress is pretty," you mumble. Changmin can hear the want in your voice, despite you trying to conceal it. You're good at hiding things, but not from him. He has a way of reading you, even when you don't want him to.

The truth is, wedding dress shopping has been a source of stress for you recently—one that your fiancé can't easily help you with. You're still bent on keeping the dress a completely surprise for him, so you haven't told him much. It's not like you're rushed to find the one, but you've never particularly liked shopping for expensive things, especially something so important.

"Would you want to wear a dress like that?" he asks quietly.

"Maybe… if we were millionaires," you smile sarcastically. Changmin rubs your arm, eyebrows tense.

"I want you to have whatever dress you want. Don't focus on the cost so much. We'll make it work."

You kiss his head, "What about the rest, then? Everything about weddings are expensive. Venue, catering, decorations, reception, engagement shoot… they all cost a lot."

"Engagement shoot?" Changmin echoes, "I can do that for free."

"How? You need to be in the photos too, love. You can't be behind the camera and in front of it at the same time," you point out. Changmin is silent for a moment like he hadn't considered this fact before.

"I want to do our engagement shoot. I've imagined it in my head so many times. It's important to me."

"I know it is… we can think about it and figure something out."

"At least your bridal shoot, okay?" Changmin glances up at you. "I want to photograph you in your wedding dress."

"You will. We can do two separate shoots, or maybe you could tell Chanhee what you want and he could take the photos. You work together on projects all the time. You know he's good."

"Maybe."

"You're so picky about this," you tease fondly, fingers curling through his dark hair.

"Of course I'm picky, it's our wedding," Changmin defends, entirely serious.

"And Chanhee is gonna be your best man anyway. He wouldn't even charge you for the photoshoot."

"Maybe."

"We can decide on it later. Finish up the touch-ups. I'll stay with you until you're done," you tell him.

"You sure?" Changmin's head turns up, dimple peeking out on his cheek. You smile back and press your lips to his before stepping back from his chair and pulling up a seat for yourself.

His attention turns back to his computer, eyes focusing on the smallest details to edit—adjusting colours, sharpening details, touching up blemishes. You watch him work for the next two hours, head resting on his shoulder, fighting sleep every time his scent relaxes you too much. By the time he's done, he finds you dozing off, still clinging to his side like a pillow. Adorable.

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[nicoholic]

WITH GREAT LOVE COMES GREAT WORRY. ( HIROTA RIKI )

being spider-man isn’t easy, but neither is loving him—until maki reminds you why it’s worth it.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . hirota riki x fem!reader | 1,123 words. | oneshot, fluff, kissing, blood, injuries, spider-man!maki

here you were, pacing around your room in anxiety.

you were currently biting at your nails, each click of the clock making your heart sink lower—it’s already half past seven, and maki was supposed to meet you over an hour ago for a date.

he’s never missed a date before—not like this, anyway.

you glanced at the phone resting on your bed—no missed calls, no messages, nothing but the sickening feeling that something must’ve happened.

maki’s never been the most punctual guy, but today feels different—the anxiety of the “what ifs” start creeping into your mind, tugging at your patience and twisting them into worries.

you tried to distract yourself, picking up a book and pretending to read, but the words blur in front of you.

finally, with a frustrated sigh, you slam the book shut and lean back against your headboard.

that’s when you finally hear it—a soft tap at your window.

your heart jumps, relief flooding through you as you rush over—it’s maki, hanging onto your window ledge.

your relief quickly morphs into concern as you take in his appearance, his face is pale, with scratches dotting his cheeks, and the once-vibrant red of his spider-man suit is smeared with dirt and remnants of blood and torn in places.

one arm is held awkwardly against his side as he forces a tired smile.

“maki, oh my god…” you whisper, hurriedly unlocking the window—he stumbles in, trying to play it cool and downplaying his injuries, but you can see the wince in his eyes as he collapses onto your bed, letting out a shaky breath.

you stand there for a moment, caught between anger and worry. “do you have any idea how worried i was? you missed our date, left me waiting for hours, and you didn’t even call!”

“i know, i’m sorry,” he says, his voice a tired whisper. “things got… a little rough tonight.”

you look him over, your hands moving instinctively to check his injuries. “a little rough? maki, you look like you got hit by a train. did you even go to a hospital?”

“didn’t want to freak you out,” he mumbles, letting out a pained chuckle. “guess that didn’t work out so well, huh?”

“not even close,” you mutter, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead—your fingers linger for a second, taking in the clammy feel of his skin.

his eyes are still bright, but they’re a little glazed over, and you feel your heart clench at the sight—you’re not just mad anymore, you’re completely terrified.

“are you really okay?” you ask, your voice softer now.

he nods, wincing slightly as he adjusts himself. “yeah, just… need to chill for a few hours and i’ll be fine. you know how it is.”

you bite your lip, the anger slipping away with every second you spend watching him, he’s still maki—still your maki, trying to make you laugh even when he can barely keep his eyes open.

but you can’t shake the worry gnawing at you. “why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” you murmur, helping him sit up so you can start pulling off the torn parts of his suit.

“i didn’t want to ruin the night,” he says softly, his hand brushing against yours. “i know how much you were looking forward to it.”

the vulnerability in his voice makes you pause, your hands freezing on his shoulder—you hadn’t even thought of that. all this time, you’d been angry at him for not showing up, but now you realize he was just as worried about letting you down.

the thought sends a warmth through you, softening your gaze as you take a seat beside him.

“you don’t have to hide these things from me, you know,” you whisper, squeezing his hand. “i’d rather be here, taking care of you, than spending the night alone wondering if something happened to you.”

maki gives you a tired, lopsided grin, his fingers brushing against yours. “guess i still have a lot to learn about also being a boyfriend, huh?”

you giggle softly, brushing a thumb over the back of his hand. “you’re doing just fine,” you say, leaning closer. your hand moves up, gently touching the bruises on his cheek as you whisper, “just… don’t make me worry like that again.”

his eyes soften as he leans into your touch, a sigh escaping his lips. “i promise,” he murmurs, his voice a whisper.

and before you know it, he’s leaning in, his forehead resting gently against yours—you can feel his breath, warm and shaky, as his hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer.

you’re about to scold him again for moving too quickly, but then his lips find yours, soft and sweet, and everything else fades away.

the world outside your room feels like it had stopped in time, like it’s just the two of you floating in this perfect, quiet moment.

you pull back after a second, running your fingers gently through his hair. “you need to rest,” you say, though there’s a playful tone in your voice.

“rest?” he grins, trying to feign an angry attitude. “but i just got here. you can’t kick spider-man out that fast.”

you roll your eyes, giving his shoulder a gentle shove. “spider-man, you’re lucky i’m letting you stay after making me worry like that.”

he chuckles again, wincing a little as he lies back against your pillows, but the look he gives you is nothing short of pure affection.

you pull the blanket over him, tucking it gently around his shoulders, and he gives you a small, grateful smile.

“thank you,” he whispers, his eyes drifting closed.

you settle in beside him, your fingers gently tracing circles along his arm—he leans into you, letting out a contented sigh as he drifts off, his breathing evening out.

for a moment, you let yourself get lost in the peaceful look on his face, memorizing the lines of his jaw and the soft curve of his mouth.

and as the room grows quieter, you feel your own heart settle, the worries and fears melting away as you hold him close.

you know this won’t be the last time maki comes home like this, and that the path you’ve chosen with him is far from easy.

but right here, right now, with his hand resting against yours, you feel like everything is exactly where it’s supposed to be.

[jongst4r]

a random thought in my head about reader being an 02 and being friends with the 02z of &team and everytime she’s over she’s always looking at fuma thinking he doesn’t notice and just her having the biggest crush on him but being too shy to even speak to him. UGH i need him so bad.

i love this so much how can such a big guy be that much of a cutie patootie and a softie and UGH <///3

warnings: none, it's all cutesy <3 (but nico and juju tease reader 🤡)

you’ve known nicholas and euijoo for years, they’re your fellow 02z. it’s always been easy with them: late-night gaming sessions, dumb inside jokes no one else understands, and that comforting feeling of being with people who grew up in the same world you did. whenever you hang out at the dorms, it’s like slipping into a second home.

but there’s one complication. fuma.

the first time you met him, it was casual — nicholas introducing you with that grin of his, “she’s our friend, she’s one of us, so be nice.” you laughed it off, bowing politely, thinking nothing of it. but then fuma looked up at you, and there was something in the way his eyes softened, the way his smile curved, that lodged itself somewhere deep in your chest.

and now, every time you’re over, it’s the same cycle. you’ll be sprawled on the couch next to euijoo, pretending to care about whatever show he’s got on, but your gaze always drifts. you catch yourself staring — fuma’s hair falling into his face while he laughs at something nicholas says, his hands moving gracefully when he gestures, the little crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he smiles.

you think you’re subtle, but your heart doesn’t seem to agree. it pounds every time his shoulder brushes yours in the kitchen, every time he glances your way in the middle of a conversation.

you never talk much when he’s around. it’s not that you don’t want to — it’s that the words dry up in your throat, your shyness wrapping tight around you like a net. you’ll answer if he asks you something, always polite, but never daring to add more. and then you scold yourself later, lying awake in bed, thinking about all the things you could’ve said.

nicholas teases you sometimes. you’ll catch him giving you that knowing look when your eyes inevitably follow fuma across the room. you’ll hiss at him under your breath, “shut up,” cheeks blazing, but he just laughs, nudging you like an annoying older brother. euijoo isn’t much better, though he’s more subtle about it — the sly smile, the raised eyebrow when fuma happens to walk in and you immediately stiffen.

and fuma? god, you’re convinced he doesn’t notice. how could he? he’s older, more confident, carrying himself with that calm presence that makes everyone around him feel at ease. he’s always kind to you — offering you snacks when he’s cooking, making sure you have a blanket when the dorm gets cold — but you tell yourself that’s just who he is: kind, thoughtful, a natural caretaker, just like he acts with the rest of the group.

still, sometimes you wonder.

like the night you were all playing cards on the floor. you lost spectacularly, and nicholas was making a whole show of it, laughing so hard he nearly fell over. you were hiding your face in your hands, mortified, when fuma’s voice came, low and warm: “don’t tease her too much.” you peeked through your fingers to find him smiling at you, gentle, like he was on your side.

your stomach flipped so violently you thought you might actually throw up.

or the time you were scrolling through your phone on the couch and realized he was sitting across from you, watching something on his laptop. you kept stealing glances, thinking you were safe, when suddenly his eyes flicked up and locked on yours. you froze, deer-in-headlights, and he just… smiled. you looked away so fast your neck hurt, heart hammering against your ribs.

you tell yourself you’re just imagining it. that he probably smiles at everyone that way. but still, it lingers. the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he sees you too.

the crush eats at you in quiet moments. brushing your teeth, you’ll think about what it would feel like if he leaned down to kiss you. cooking ramen with euijoo, you’ll picture fuma wandering in, sliding his arms around your waist, murmuring something low in your ear. you know it’s hopeless, but the daydreams won’t stop.

and the worst part? the longing has started to bleed into everything. when he’s not around, you find yourself scrolling through clips of him, searching his face in group photos, listening too closely when nicholas casually mentions him. when you’re with him, you can barely breathe, trapped between wanting to disappear and wanting to stay forever.

you don’t say a word, it’s safer this way — to keep the crush tucked away in your chest. you’d rather suffer in silence than risk ruining the easy comfort you have with nicholas, euijoo, and the whole group.

still, every time fuma laughs, every time his eyes meet yours across the room, it feels less like a secret and more like a fire that won’t stop burning.

and deep down, a part of you wonders how much longer you’ll be able to keep it hidden.

it happens on one of those nights where the dorm feels too full — laughter spilling from every corner, euijoo and nicholas arguing over some game, music humming in the background. you’re curled up on the arm of the couch, pretending to scroll through your phone, but really you’re doing what you always do: sneaking glances at fuma.

he’s sitting on the floor, legs crossed, shoulders broad even in the loose hoodie he’s wearing. his hair falls forward as he focuses on whatever’s happening in front of him, but he pushes it back with those strong, veined hands, and your chest squeezes tight.

you think you’re being subtle. you always think you are.

but this time, when you look up, his eyes are already on you.

you freeze. caught.

he doesn’t look away. his gaze lingers, soft but steady, like he’s been waiting for you to finally notice. the noise of the room dulls in your ears, every sound swallowed by the sharp, fast pounding of your heart.

you tear your eyes back to your phone, cheeks blazing, hoping maybe he’ll just forget it happened. but then you hear it — your name, spoken in his voice. low. uncertain.

you glance up again, and he’s shifting closer, his large frame moving carefully, like he doesn’t want to startle you. he settles beside the couch, tilting his head up to catch your gaze, his hands resting awkwardly on his knees.

“can i… ask you something?” his words are hesitant, but his eyes are steady, searching yours.

you swallow hard. “y-yeah?”

he looks down for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek like he’s working up the courage. when he speaks again, his voice is softer, almost shy. “why do you… always look at me like that?”

your breath catches.

he must see the panic in your face, because he immediately waves his hands, stumbling over his own words. “ah, sorry, that sounded—i didn’t mean it in a bad way. i just… i notice. sometimes. a lot, actually.”

his ears are red. bright red, glowing against his pale skin. for someone built like him — tall, broad-shouldered, strong — he suddenly looks impossibly gentle, like he’s terrified of pushing you away.

you want to deny it. to laugh it off, to tell him he’s imagining things. but the way he’s looking at you — cautious, hopeful, like he already knows the truth — makes the words stick in your throat.

“i…” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. “i guess… i can’t help it.”

his eyes widen. for a moment, he just stares, lips parted, like the words short-circuited his brain. then, slowly, his expression shifts. his shoulders relax, his mouth curves, and the smallest, shyest smile spreads across his face.

“you… like me?” he asks, voice breaking a little on the last word.

you bury your face in your hands, mortified, but he laughs — soft, breathless, not mocking at all. “ah, don’t hide. please.” he gently tugs at your wrist, coaxing your hands away. “i just… i didn’t think… you’d ever feel that way about me.”

your heart stutters. “why not?”

his smile turns sheepish, his gaze dropping to his lap. “because you’re… you. and i’m… me. i’m not really good at this stuff.” he rubs the back of his neck, clearly flustered, but his words are honest. “i thought if i tried to talk to you more, i’d just mess it up.”

you blink at him, stunned. all this time you thought you were the only one tripping over your feelings.

“fuma…” you say softly, leaning down just a little, “you couldn’t mess it up.”

his head snaps up, eyes wide and shining, and for a moment he just stares, like he’s trying to commit the sight of you to memory. then, very carefully, he lifts one of those big hands and rests it near yours on the couch cushion. not touching, not yet — just close, an unspoken question.

you slide your fingers over his before you can second-guess yourself.

he exhales shakily, shoulders slumping in relief, his hand curling gently around yours.

the noise of nicholas and euijoo carries on in the background, oblivious, but in this little corner of the room, it feels like it’s only the two of you. fuma’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, tentative but tender, and he looks at you with that shy, boyish smile that makes your stomach flip all over again.

“so… you’ll keep looking at me,” he murmurs, voice almost teasing now, though still soft. “but maybe, this time, i can look back?”

your laugh is quiet, nervous, full of warmth. “yeah. i’d like that.”

and when his grip tightens just slightly, anchoring you there beside him, you realize you’re not the only one who’s been quietly longing all this time.

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[slytherinshua]

　　❛ CHAMPION'S REWARD ❜　𓋰　何廷威　

❪ 滑る ❫　　fluff no labels relationship to established relationship confession boxer au　boxer!brian x f!reader　521　cw ノ kissing, mention of a bruise, not proofread 〃 ♡　⸝⸝⸝　in an ampies mood frfr watch me just procrastinate on my event to write more for my boys instead <3　/　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

"I think I'm in love with you," Brian whispers. His dark eyes stay focused on you, barely a breath in between you two. You map out his face with your own eyes, trailing over his rosy lips, and the purple bruise forming on his cheekbone. His earring dangles from his left ear, and the necklace you gave him still sits in its place—a pretty pearl set against his collarbone.

"You think?" you echo back, voice steady and teasing.

Despite your calm response, your heart hammers in your chest at his words. You've been waiting for this for months. Wondering how many late night training sessions or big matches you would have to attend to make your motive clear. Everyone else could see it. It was so obvious that you had been mistaken for his girlfriend three times already. He never corrected them, but each time he got a glance from you; one that said 'why haven't you asked yet?'

"I wanted to tell you sooner, but…" Brian sighs, regret and relief mixing in with his words. He pulls you closer, rests his forehead on yours, and closes his eyes. "I didn't think I deserved you until after I won the championship. I didn't want you to become distraction when you've always been my biggest motivation. I couldn't risk it backfiring."

You smile. "I know."

Silence falls between you two—thick with tension and restraint that feels like it'll break any second. You feel him lean down slightly, breath fanning your lips. You know how badly he wants to kiss you, how much he's been holding back the past few days. You know he will think you're cruel for it, but you stop him just before he can taste you, your finger pressed against his plush lips.

"Tell me. Was the trophy the better reward? Or am I?"

There isn't a single beat in between your question and his answer.

"You."

Your lips lift into a smile that sends Brian's stomach into a flurry. You tug on his tank top, sending his lips crashing down onto yours at last. It's not the first time you've kissed him, but it feels new. Now that feelings are out in the open and he's really yours, it tastes even sweeter. There's no more need for silent answers; neither confirming nor denying the feelings at play. No more having to tip-toe around, hoping you don't distract him too much while he fights for a championship, resisting all your urges to be the only thing he focuses on. Now, you can have it all. He's yours—always was, but now there's no need to hide it.

When you break apart, breathless with warm hearts, Brian pulls you to his chest. You press your cheek close to him until you can hear and feel how his heart races. You smile, knowing it's because of you.

"I love you." Your whisper muffles into his chest. He holds you tighter, presses a kiss to your forehead, and mumbles it back into your hair. You never knew such a simple confession could sound like heaven when it came from him.

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[slytherinshua]

➴　PASTEL HEARTS　( 최지호 )

genre fluff , soft thoughts , headcanons , jiho x fem!reader   cw kissing , not proofread   wc 424   request yes   note couldn't even get through writing this without almost crying cause of how cutie patootie jiho is I SWEAR IM FINEEE   net @kstrucknet @chrimatanet @andearnet

boyfriend!jiho who always manages to give you cuteness aggression. he’s so adorable, even without realizing it. from the way he talks, or the way he smiles or laughs. whenever he blows out his cheeks or furrows his eyebrows or stares at you with his big boba eyes. each feature of his makes your heart melt when you notice them. 

boyfriend!jiho who loves to match with purple things! sweatshirts and jewelry and shoes are all decked out in purple for the both of you, and he never gets tired of it. he will get so excited every time you buy something new that is purple for him, and loves to shower you with kisses over it. 

boyfriend!jiho who calls you every night while he’s on tour in another country. loves to end the day with your face even if you’re on opposite sides of the world. looks so cute snuggled up in the blankets on the hotel bed, and although your calls are sometimes crashed by the other members, you still treasure the small moments talking with jiho before he sleeps. he’ll tell you all about the show that day or any fun activities he did, and he often slips hints that he got something for you to bring back home. he’s pretty terrible at keeping secrets, but you don’t mind.

boyfriend!jiho who tries to flirt with you whenever he’s feeling bold, but switches up immediately to being shy and giggly as soon as you flirt back. he always thinks he’s confident and that there is no way you’ll still be able to make him flustered after dating for a while now. but he’s proven wrong every time. perhaps he’s just too weak for you when you lean in a little too close to his face, only to pull back before he can land a kiss on your lips. close enough that he gets a subtle hit of your perfume, and now he’ll be thinking about that all day. 

boyfriend!jiho who has become addicted to your kisses. loves when you press your lips to every spot on his face— lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, jaw. there’s a comforting feeling that comes with your soft lips on his face and he absolutely loves it. if you ever forget to give him kisses, he’ll wait and give subtle hints that he wants them, but if by the end of the day you still haven’t kissed him, he will get soooo pouty and ask for them directly because he really can’t live without them :(

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[kangtaehyunzzz]

[slytherinshua]

　　❛ FORGOT SOMETHING? ❜　𓋰　최지호

❪ 滑る ❫　　fluff est. rs semi-secret relationship　jiho x f!reader　604　cw ノ kissing, not proofread 〃 ♡　⸝⸝⸝　my sweet lovely jiho :( most precious boy his hair rn ???? crazy　/　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

There's something addicting about fooling andears in plain sight. You're always active on your boyfriend's Weverse page under a generic username: Purple_Jihos. To the unsuspecting eye, you're just a lucky fan who keeps getting noticed by their ult bias. You've even become somewhat of a famous fan amongst andears, at least on Weverse. Everyone jokes about how you attract Jiho's replies like a magnet. You've even been brought up in lives before.

In reality, each Weverse comment is sent while you're sitting right next to him. You watch his reaction each time he's scanning the feed for comments sent under your user. It's like a game. How many hints can you drop without seeming suspicious, and how many comments can your boyfriend find in the sea of andears with similar usernames to you?

It's a risky business. You both know what the possible consequences could be if fans found out and didn't like the fact that Jiho isn't single—no matter how dumb the argument was. You are never too obvious. You always stay within a safe territory. Your comments require the knowledge of the many inside jokes and references you and Jiho have built up over the years. You haven't just been his girlfriend for the past three years; you were his best friend long before that as well. You know him inside out, better than anyone else, and you love to play into it.

You're feeling bolder today for some reason—maybe its because Jiho forgot to give you a kiss this morning and you feel personally wronged by it. Obviously, you could just ask him for one outright, or even steal a few from him at any moment, but you decide it's more fun to write a comment instead.

Purple_Jihos: Jiho! Good morning >< I think you might have forgotten something?

You watch Jiho's eyebrow raise when he finds the comment. You're cuddling on the couch before he has to leave for work. It's been a slow morning, one that you know will end too soon for your liking. Your legs are swung over his lap, comfortably reclined as he rubs his hand up and down them.

↳ 지호: Oh? I had breakfast tho? 😄

↳ Purple_Jihos: You forgot to receive my love for you 😤

There are already andears replying to your post, laughing at the cute interaction, but you see Jiho tilt his head, considering your response a bit deeper. You wouldn't say that out of nowhere—he must have actually forgotten something somehow.

He glances at you. You're already staring right back at him, waiting for him to realize his wrongdoings of the morning, however unserious they are. It takes a few seconds for it to click. Something had felt off this morning, like he hadn't done something important. Of course, it involved your lips.

"Morning kiss? Is that it?" Jiho asks. He's studying your expression carefully as if he has to uncover the secrets of what he's still missing, even though he already figured it out. Cotton candy pink hair frames his cheeks and eyes. He's irresistible. "It's not too late for it yet. It's only 11:40—that's still morning!"

His logic is adorable. So is the slight pout on his lips, like he's silently pleading for you to forgive him for his forgetfulness. You kiss the pout right off his lips, and he hums in content.

"I think I deserve double since you were so late," you mumble against his lips, hands tangled in his hair. He's quick to oblige you as you both lose track of time.

You're interrupted by his phone ringing. It's Kamden.

"Dude, where are you?"

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[shotosjupiter]

BOYFRIEND!LAW (トラファルガー・ロ ) ─── him letting you color his tattoos <3

“pleaseeeee, it’ll be a cute pop of color!”

law just rolls his eyes and sinks deeper into the cushions, practically melding into one with the couch.

this was your latest request to him - it was always something with the two of you. being together for nearly three years now had created a new level of comfortablity between the two of you, a part of that comfort became lodging ridiculous requests at law until he finally gave in and said yes to you.

just last month, you had insisted on dyeing a streak of his hair blue and matching a part of your hair in the same shade of blue to match with him. last week, it was getting matching earrings together where the jewel still currently glittered near his ear lobe.

and now, you were curled into him while clutching his arm. tattoos littered his arms, a collection of small art pieces scattered around his brown skin. you always thought they were so hot pretty on him and you made sure to always let him know. just in this moment, you wanted to make them extra pretty, in your words.

law sinks deeper into the sofa before grumbling, “fine.”

squealing, you hurry off the couch and rush to get your markers before settling down next to him once more. without wasting any time, you begin coloring any blank space you can see within the ink designs.

just like that, the time passes in the quietude of your shared apartment. a medical show plays on tv with law muttering about the inaccuracies of the whole thing and you humming your responses back to him.

at some point you shift positions to move from his side to being sat on his lap to get better grasp of his other arm and he welcomes you in gladly, with his other hand warm on your hip, thumb dipping into the waist of your shorts and rubbing small circles.

“there! all done.” you beam at him before flourishing your hand to his brightly colored arms now.

there is a silence as he looks down at his arms, taking in the neat way you colored his tattoos, the loud colors an even starker contrast on his typical grim body.

“they’re nice, thank you baby.” he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. “you made them look pretty.”

now, with both arms free, he pulls you in closer to him, large hands cupping your ass and dragging you in till you’re face to face. he cups your face, squishing your cheeks tightly so that your lips naturally end up pouting and then kisses you promptly.

“so pretty,” he rasps in between kisses. “never as pretty as you though, nothing ever is.”

[nicoholic]

GETTING READY FOR THE DAY. (MURATA FUMA)

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . murata fuma x fem!reader | 346 words. | fluff, domestic, established relationship, suggestive banter, short fic

fuma grinned as he expertly navigated the twists and turns of your hair with the brush. "you know, your hair is more complicated than solving a rubik's cube."

you chuckled, feigning offense. "excuse me, mr. i-can-recite-every-line-from-dark-knight, my hair is a work of art."

he raised an eyebrow, "art? more like a mysterious labyrinth. i should get an honorary archaeology degree for this."

"well, maybe you should consider a career change, become a hair archaeologist," you teased, earning a playful glare.

as you started adjusting fuma’s tie, you couldn't resist a sly grin. "you know, there's an art to tying a tie. takes finesse and skill."

he smirked, "finesse and skill? sounds like my last gaming session. are you sure we're still talking about ties?"

rolling your eyes, you retorted, "focus, fuma. your tie, not your kill-death ratio."

he tightened his grip on the tie, leaning in. "speaking of focus, i remember you being quite focused in the shower."

your face heated up as you nudged him, "okay, mr. smooth operator, let's not turn this into a stand-up routine."

fuma chuckled, "just appreciating your multitasking skills. showering and daydreaming about me – impressive."

ignoring his suggestive banter, you took the blow dryer, "well, if you spent less time on those cheesy pickup lines and more on getting ready, we'd be out the door by now."

he raised an eyebrow, "cheesy? i prefer the term 'charmingly witty.' and trust me, i'm always ready for you."

you sighed, shaking your head, "you're incorrigible."

he grinned, "and you love it."

in the midst of the banter, you both finished getting ready, stealing glances and sharing laughs. as you headed out together, ready to face the day, fuma couldn't resist a final quip, "remember, it's not just a tie. it's a statement."

you smirked, "well, your statement better be as strong as your hair archaeology skills."

he wrapped his arm around you, "oh, it will be, my love. it will be."

[mingoooossii]

[just a little love ♡]

— or the dreamies reaction to you experiencing cuteness aggression over them !

genre: fluff | warnings: none | words: 793 | @neocity-net

a/n: who else crying over chenle rn :/ inspired by this fic by the lovely @blue-jisungs <33 which is cutest thing ever :((

MARK

the first time you suddenly grab his face or smother him, he jumps. full startled laugh, eyes wide like, “oh...oh...- okay,” energy. but the moment he realizes it’s just you, that this was how your affection spiked, he’s done for. from then on, he just lets it happen. whatever you want. squish, bite, cling, he’s smiling softly, hands hovering like he doesn’t want to interrupt the moment.

he'll notice the way you stare a little too long, the way your hands flex like you’re holding yourself back. sometimes he’ll quietly step closer, lowering his head just enough for you to reach. when you squish his cheeks or press kisses everywhere, he just melts into it. he doesn’t interrupt. doesn’t tease. he just lets you love him. your affection genuinely feeds his own for you.

RENJUN

he's startled? yes. offended? also yes (performative men sighh)

you baby him, squish his cheeks, and he’s immediately like,“why are you doing this to me?” in his whiny voice :( but he never actually moves away. ever. your fingers in his hair, your hands warm against his cheeks, he pretends it’s annoying, he pretends to hate it, pretends you’re being ridiculous, but his hands relax, his shoulders drop, and his voice softens despite himself. he enjoys your touch deeply, he just refused to give you the satisfaction of knowing.

JENO

surprised puppy^^

the first few times, he’s stunned, eyes blinking, like he didn’t know he’d like being adored this openly. he wasn't used to this kind of affection.

but then he starts recognizing the signs fast. the way you inhale before acting. the tiny pause before you pounce. and he'd give you that soft, moon-eyed smile :(( right before you pounce almost like encouragement sobbing

he doesn’t stop you. just lets it happen and adores it. to him it's like your constant reminder that he's loved. and only you get this version of him <//3

HAECHAN

absolutely insufferable.

he never lets you forget he knows what he’s doing to you. the second you get grabby, he’s running his mouth, “wow, you love me that much?”, “what are you gonna do without me, huh?”

that smug little grin of his never leaves but his hands always find you. pulling you closer. keeping you there. he'll get pouty and exaggerate every reaction because he knows it makes you worse, and he wants you worse. he thrives on your attention, your affection, your inability to resist him. but like mark, this genuinely fuels his own affection for you <3

he's dramatic about you and he loves how obvious you are about him. later, when you’re calm again, he’s softer. quieter. though still smug. he feels chosen. and he loves that feeling more than he’ll ever admit.

JAEMIN

he lived for this.

you touch him and he’s already smiling, already leaning in. he knows he causes this reaction in you and he’s so fondly proud of it and knows exactly how to make it worse.

you squish his face? he squishes himself closer. you bite his cheek? he makes a noise dramatic enough for you to do it again.

will absolutely switch on his soft tone, that sweet voice, fully encouraging your cuteness aggression because he loves you loving him. (he's absolutely shameless with it). he just adores you so much genuinely gets cuteness aggression from the way how you get all fuzzy over him :(( he thinks it's the cutest thing ever and after a point it'll be you who's getting squished by him ^^

CHENLE

did not see it coming the first time.

you squish him once and he bursts into laughter, startled but bright, like joy just spilled out of him ☹️

he'll try to act unfazed later though, tries to act cool, but you read him too easily. but now, he gets giddy when you focus on him. tries to act casual, but the second your attention shifts away for too long, he gets a little sulky (rarely an issue) not angry, just needy in that soft, obvious way. he wants your eyes on him. your hands on him. he never doubts your love. he feels it constantly. and he returns it just as openly <3

JISUNG

shy baby :(((

total short-circuit, red ears, brain offline the first time it happened. he’s more used to it now, can even sense when you’re about to do it, but he never stops being shy about it.

he stays shy, always. hands hovering awkwardly, eyes darting away, but he never refuses you. when you smother him with affection, he leans in quietly. and while you’re busy squishing his cheeks or pulling at him, he’s thinking you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen. quietly hopes you'll do it again soon <//3

...!

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[c-cherish]

you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier than right now, under the blue glow of the aquarium. he’s staring up at the fishes swimming above your heads and you should be looking too, but instead you’re distracted by him. it’s when he turns over to look at you that you snap out of it. you notice he’s smiling, but why? he’s also saying something, but you don’t quite catch it, still sort of in your daze.

“huh?”

“i said i love you too.” leehan laughs. “you were so zoned out you didn’t even realize you said you loved me.”

“oh my god, i did?” you widen your eyes.

“cute.” he pinches your cheek.

[kangtaehyunzzz]

[slytherinshua]

　　❛ LOVE SERUM ❜　𓋰　박건욱　

❪ 融点 ❫　　fluff established rs.　gunwook x f!reader　550　cw ノ kissing, a bunch of skincare stuff that i know nothing abt, they're in love and i'm single yet again, not proofread 〃 ♡　⸝⸝⸝　need a bf like gunwook when will it be my turn　/　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Gunwook’s fingers squeeze your thigh, fingertips just slipping under the hem of your silk pyjama shorts, brushing against your skin ever so softly in a touch that tells you just how much he missed you. You ignore the intimate touch and the shiver it brings up your spine to instead intently focus on his face. You hold an eyebrow brush in your hand, tentatively brushing through his left brow with a touch that is even softer. It’s been a longstanding routine ever since the start of your relationship. Saturday nights are for skincare. 

A perfect way to relax after the long week, and often one of your only chances to have hours to spend in just his company. These nights are the ones you wouldn’t give up for anything. 

You’ve already done the face-masks, giggling while trying to line them up perfectly on each other's faces. You even cut up cucumbers—more for the fun than actual benefit—although perhaps they also turned into a snack when your boyfriend managed to catch a slice into his mouth after it fell off his eyelid. Now you’re playing around with all your different tools for skincare—creams and serums enough to fill an entire drawer. You justify it by the fact that you share your collection with Gunwook. Although perhaps it’s getting to be a bit of a spending problem.

He’d be offended if you ever suggested stopping, though. He loves testing new products during skincare night almost as much as the night itself. Rating them on an entirely arbitrary scale, giving each product only the most specific mark to the thousandth decimal. You have your small pile of favourites than you're using tonight, not ready to risk something new after a week so exhausting. You want the familiarity of this routine to soothe you as much as possible, so you'll stick to what you know best.

Gunwook has an extreme case of the giggles tonight, which you’ve noticed over the past hour with an endearing gaze. It started when you first walked through the door, of course. After he pinned you against the wall to kiss you senseless you both couldn’t stop laughing. It had been far too long since you’d been over—work too busy for you to catch a break—and Gunwook knows how to get the most out of the time.

The matching pyjamas he picked out were put on amidst breathless giggles when Gunwook kept fumbling with your buttons. He didn't seem to realize that you kept accidentally undoing the bottom ones so he had more work to do. It was a little excuse to keep him close. You missed his scent. Missed his laughter. Missed his starry eyes looking at you like you're the queen of his universe.

You probably give him the same look back as you admire every curve and dip of his face. You've never studied someone this closely. Never enough to take the time to brush back their eyebrow hairs into place, to gently rub a moisturizer to their cheek, to share your lip balm with them by way of kisses. But Gunwook gets all your special treatment, and you couldn't imagine anyone else being the object of your affection. You only want it to be him till the end of time.

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[slytherinshua]

　　❛ CONTRAST & COMPLEMENT ❜　𓋰　村田風雅

❪ 雪明かり ❫　　fluff est rs a little "bad boy x good girl" trope in play but it's barely there reader is described as very girly christmas themed　fuma x f!reader　1050　cw ノ kissing, not proofread 〃 ♡　⸝⸝⸝　my submission for @lune-net's "snow light guides the way" gift exchange event! this fic gift is for @loserlvrss 🥹🫶 surprise i am ur secret santa rahhh 👹 i hope you enjoy ur little christmas fuma fic pookie i love you so so much 😚　/　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

You look completely out of place, curled up on the beaten down couch Fuma had probably gotten from the side of the road years ago. Your pastel pink sweater is the only bright thing in the room, starkly contrasting all the dark rustiness of the walls and floor. The old TV is noticeably dim—another thing he got second-hand and somehow managed to prolong the lifespan of. You pretend to be immersed in whatever Christmas movie is currently playing in questionably green-tinted colour grading and fight back the sleep that starts to creep upon you. You have to stay up, at least until he returns home and you can wish him a merry Christmas. It's nearly midnight already.

His little run down place looks the complete opposite of comfort. Any regular person would probably struggle to get comfortable enough for sleeping, either bothered by the draft from the window or the threat of spiders who made their home in the corner. But to you, the surroundings feel like him. You're more relaxed here than you are in your own bedroom, and it has everything to do with how safe he's always made you feel.

Every surface seems to hold his mark, either with the repair jobs he's done or the obsessive clean state of it all. Although everything is old and far from perfect condition, it's all been cleaned up as much as humanly possible. There's no off-putting scent either. A faint lemony fragrance circulates the room, keeping everything smelling fresh. Fuma may not have the most lavish place ever, but he won't let himself live in a dumpster.

The bathroom is so small the shower practically falls over the toilet, and although Fuma is quite good with tools, he's forgone proper doors for nearly three years to save a bit of money. The rooms are separated by curtains. Room, might be a better descriptor. The bedroom, kitchen and living room are all combined into one small space barely big enough for 3 people to comfortably move around in. The couch folds out into a bed, one that is constantly covered with an assortment of blankets. They help to keep warm amidst the winter chill. The little portable heater also does its best, but its long since been on its last leg. Fuma is already anticipating the day it'll break down for good.

You're wrapped up in one of the softer blankets—your favourite dark blue one that smells like him. It probably isn't helping with your drowsiness, and being so closely surrounded with his scent only makes you more impatient for him to get back.

The little present you wrapped earlier is sitting forgotten on the top of the counter, placed next to an old box that you have forced yourself to not peek into. You're 95% sure it holds your Christmas present, and you don't want to spoil your own surprise. Fuma will complain if you do, although he didn't do a very good job of hiding it.

Your eyelids are drooping closed when you hear the clamor of the gate opening and then banging shut. You sit up straight. The tiredness leaves your body faster than you can blink, and you're already shoving the front door open by the time Fuma has climbed the steps up to it.

"Hi, baby. Sorry I'm late," he breathes out, and his exhale creates fog because of the chill.

He's in your arms before he can even step inside. It's only when he's engulfed in your warmth that he realizes how cold he was. He forgot to bring a proper coat when he left early that morning, and over the course of the day, his body got used to the chill. It's only when he steps back into comfort that he registers exactly how big the difference is.

It's not just the long day without a coat to keep him warm, but the long day without you. And how many years he had gone not even knowing what warmth he was missing. Luckily, you crashed into his life, generously showering him with as much love as possible. You're bright and excitable and charismatic in every way, and you love things with your entire being; never halfheartedly.

You stall in the doorway for a few moments, both of you too caught up in how nice the hug feels to think of moving inside properly. Some of the cold gets in, but it's of no concern. When Fuma finally pulls away, it's only just enough to put your face in view of his. He still holds onto your waist in a strong grip—one that you predict won't leave you for the rest of the night.

Fuma's smile is the gentlest thing you think has ever graced this planet. The way his eyes nearly disappear into little crescents and his cheeks, all round and rosy, lift up. You adore the way you can see the marks you've left on his face. His smile lines—something you are almost entirely responsible for. What were once subtle and hardly noticeable before because of how rarely he let people see his grin are now one of the first things your eyes are drawn to. And because you are utterly in love with every inch of him, you can't help but reach out to trace his cheek with your fingertips.

"It's cold. We should go in," he mumbles, stopping you before your lips reach his. You sigh and take a few steps back, pulling him along with you. It's only after he's kicked the door shut with his foot that he allows you to corner him against it and get the Christmas Eve kiss you deserve in the last minute of the day.

Your phone alarm rings a minute later, and you pull away, even though it causes Fuma to whine in protest.

"Merry Christmas, Fuma," you grin. It's your first Christmas spent officially together, and although you don't have a fancy decorated place or even a tree, you know you'll remember the day for the rest of your life.

The two of you clinging together by the door, contrasted but still complemented perfectly. You're an unlikely pair, but in Fuma's eyes, there is no one in the whole world he could love more.

"Merry Christmas, princess."

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office coworker jiung ・ 피원하모니 gn reader + word count 855 genre jiung has a crush cw not properly proofread — more

a/n ‎ ‎ ‎ i have a crush on him

COWORKER JIUNG always arrives at work early, even before the custodians enter the building to start the day; his coat hung neatly on the stand behind him, dark blue tie wrapped loosely around his neck, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose

COWORKER JIUNG, without fail, wants to be the first person to greet you — likes to watch you walk in, head already looking at your direction, his eyes following your every movement with a soft glint (you mutter a "morning, jiung," that you only ever say to him. he responds with a soft smile of his own, the happiness in his voice betraying him, "—morning")

COWORKER JIUNG, who has the habit of saving you a seat in the meeting rooms, although its not intentional, he'll tell himself. ("i'm just protecting the company's prized possession," he quickly stirs when someone asks, "i only do this for the best. you should do better if you want this privilege.") and chuckles fill the room as they make themselves comfortable

jiung sometimes forgets the way his hand marks its territory on the chair and only ever seems to remember when you walk in, recognizing the familiar sound of your shoes hitting the cold marble floors — pulling back the chair just for you, even while holding a conversation with his colleagues

COWORKER JIUNG who hopes he doesn't make it too obvious that he really likes hearing you talk; his gaze never really leaving you, even when you're not the person he's talking to — eyes darting between the figure in front of him and you at your desk

COWORKER JIUNG who often finds himself staying behind at the office so the both of you can leave together — even if he's done all his work, he'd sit in front of his laptop typing they love me they love me not into excel sheet or playing pikmin (but his screen brightness is at its highest and it gets a bit obvious...

COWORKER JIUNG who finds his safe space inside the breakroom with you, whenever you hit a deadline or after a rough meeting the two of you hide away from the rest of the office — smell of coffee in your hands and sighs and terrible jokes filling the air

COWORKER JIUNG, thinks he's fallen in love everytime you help him fix his tie :( you're both in the elevator when you notice him pulling at his tie with his spare hand, and soon youre telling him to come closer and your hands are just barely ghosting his neck.

tries his best not to disrupt you but he practically feels the heat rising up in the back of his neck and he's blinking rapidly and trying to sneak glances at you while gripping onto the stack of files in his hands for support

COWORKER JIUNG who'll always remind you to eat, he's the happiest when you're taking care of yourself. taps on your desk lightly to ask if you've eaten yet — when he's unsatisfied with your answer he asks if you'd like to grab lunch with him. will always pay for your meal, whether you like or not — he's tapping his card away before you could even notice

one day coworker jiung slides over a pouch, claiming he accidentally packed extra but when you open it you see your name neatly written on a sticky note and a bento box filled with food made by yours truly... tries to look busy but the look he gives you when you take a bite is all too endearing

COWORKER JIUNG who actively takes care of you through team dinners, although he tries to describe it as taking care of his co-workers but he's putting food into your bowl and pouring you drinks and passing you napkins and when your eyes meet from across the table he looks at you, really looks at you, and the corners of his lips twitch and ofcourse, he doesn't hide the softness behind his eyes or the slow turning redness of his ears

COWORKER JIUNG who offers to drive you home immediately, noticing the subtle sway in your stance and the way you almost trip around him. guides you to his car, one hand holding your handbag the other holding you up from your knees buckling

buckles in your seatbelt and feels his breath hitch when your faces are inches away from eachother. theres a gentle lull between the two of you — your slow breaths filling the car accompanied by the gentle hum of the vehicle on the road. every so often jiung glances at you, at the you lean against the door the rise and fall of your chest gently tries to put you in,

COWORKER!JIUNG who stumbles trying to get you into your apartment — having to rummage through your handbag to pull the keys,, ends up staying the night in your apartment, scrambling around trying to find things you need and opts to sleep on the couch :( falls asleep with his glasses still on his nose and an arm over his head, trying to fall asleep but he keeps thinking about you and smiling to himself

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