Requested by @san92994: “You should do another leader x reader o3o I dunno what but anything. Something cute. Like… First kiss?”
You wanted cute, so you got cute :3 Here’s the song I referenced <3 Gosh, can I marry him now?? >_< Enjoy, my Sweet Green Pea^^
Hyun Joong’s POV
Well, this is a first…
I thought to myself as I continued to stare down at the Beauty, Beauty that is my wife, (Y/N), sound asleep on our bed.
It was a rarity that I, the great “King of Sleep - Kim Hyun Joong” as my fans tease me, would wake up early… let alone, wake up first before anyone. I sat on the edge next to her, having already re-dressed myself in my gray sweats and my white t-shirt I abandoned midway through the night (hey, clothes are uncomfortable when sleeping). I just sat there, taking in every last detail of her dormant body. Her soft breathing through her mouth, the way her lips formed a nice “O” shape as she slept, the way she lays flat and spread on her stomach now that I’m not asleep with her… Anyone else would think she looks like a fat Snorlax from Pokemon, but hey she’s my fat Snorlax.
Every day in the same bed
Every day dreaming the same dreams yeah
A sweet kiss with you
Please only love me
I will promise you
As if she read my mind in her sleep, she threw a pillow from under her arm farthest from me and it landed on my face. “Ya! You better not be making Pokemon comparisons of my sleeping patterns again!”
I laughed. “Of course not, my giant Snorlax. You were just blocking my path, and I had to wait for you to get up for me to carry on.”
“YA! Oppa!” she threw another pillow at me, this time hitting my leg.
“Waeyo?? Snorlaxes are so big and deep in their sleep after their fill that they’re immovable… just like you’re immovable from my heart,” I argued with a greasy smile on my face.
“Aish, sometimes I wonder if you ever actually hear the words that come out of your mouth, oppa,” she laughed before sticking her head face down onto the spewed comforter.
“Haha, c’mon… you know you love my 4Dness,” I teased as I poked her bare side.
Her head propped up suddenly. Her hair messed up and her fringe covering her eyes and the sides of her face, she beamed a huge smile and said, “That, I do”. She pecked me on my lips, before she ran out of bed and off to the bathroom to freshen up.
I laugh for no reason
I get happy for no reason
It’s so soft – everything is aromatic
Your voice is already like a spell cast on me
I thank you – it’s the first time I felt like this
Don’t say anything and please hug me
Please accept my heart
Ah… this is bliss.
I thought to myself, leaning my back against the head rest and putting my arms crossed behind my head. Our first day on our honeymoon in Bali, and it still feels like eternity that I get to see my lovely angel wake up everyday for the rest of my life.
I usually don’t like the cheesy, corny things in relationships but something about her… her presence or aura makes me feel warm and foamy on the inside. She’s like a morning cappuccino… which, by the way, sounds delicious right about now^^
I make my way towards the kitchen, scooped up the coffee grounds (courtesy of our exquisite waterfront resort… the same one where I filmed “The First Love Story”), and turned on the expresso machine. Fresh coffee aroma filling the air, awakening my senses, first through my nostrils and slowly making its way into my system. I haven’t even tasted it yet, but it’s already warming and soothing me. Much like the way (Y/N)-ah makes me feel, and I, too, want to make her feel that same bubbly feeling she gives me.
As I pour (with great precision) the steamed milk into our cups, the foam softly plopping on top as I sprinkle some grated mocha on top for a nice touch. I felt my morning coffee overtake my waist in the form of her long, slender arms. I smile as I feel the warmth of her check push up against my curve between my spine and my shoulder blade.
“Good morning, yeobo!” she sang as I swung my arm over her shoulders, bringing her to my side, her embrace never leaving my waist.
I kissed her forehead, her cheek and finally her lips… things I never took for granted after my past relationships. Sure, there were pains, hurt and betrayals from those before, but now, in this moment, I realize I had to endure all those hard times so I could be led to this, to her. It was all worth it… all the roasting, all the grinding and crushing, and finally the filtering to make my empty cup now warm and complete.
“Good morning, yeobo,” I replied after releasing her lips from mine. I grabbed our two cappuccinos by the mini-plates the cups sat on, one for her and one for me. I grab the small handle, as she does the same.
“Gunbeh (cheers)!” she smiled.
Our cups ting, I smiled back with a simple toast: “Cheers to every morning, day and night I get to spend with you all the days of my life.” She blushes as we sip our drinks, as we overlook our giant window wall, over looking the crisp blue waters of Bali. All the beauty and warmth in the world was right in front of me, and wrapped under my arm over her shoulders and around my waist as she embraced me still.
Every morning I open my eyes
And drink the morning coffee
It feels just like a dream
On days I feel blue, you hold me
I promise that moment I swear (I swear on this moment)
Will you be that kind of love to me?
This is love is for you (love)
“Saranghae, (Y/N) -ah. Thank you for marrying me~~~”
As usual, the gifs (and Hyun Joong/SS501) are not mine… I wish tho :P
⋆˚✿˖° sweetheart!matt buying flowers for barista!reader during a hard day at the coffee shop . . .
pure fluff, use of pet names, crying, being really overwhelmed, comfort, matt being the sweetest ever!
you’ve been working the morning rush for three hours straight, and the coffee shop feels like it’s swallowed you whole. orders are stacking up on the screen, customers are impatiently shuffling and sighing, the espresso machine won’t stop screaming at you, and you feel the beginnings of a stress headache pressing at your temples. you try to focus, but your hands are shaky, your chest tight, and suddenly even writing down a customer’s name on a cup feels like too much.
“hey, can you just cover for me for a second?” you mutter to your coworker, trying to keep your voice steady, but there’s a wobble there you can’t quite hide. you hand off your apron and slip into the back hallway by the supply room, your heart hammering.
your fingers move before you think, scrolling to his name, tapping it. matt. he picks up after the first ring, like he knew you needed him. “hey, baby, everything okay? i thought your break wasn’t until another half hour?” his voice is soft and warm, grounding in a way that makes your throat tighten instantly.
“yeah i just—where are you..?” you murmur, voice wobbling. matt exhales. “i’m at the grocery store, just grabbing a few things for dinner later, what’s wrong?” he asks, voice full of concern, but always so steady. it’s like he has a solution for everything, and right now you need him more than anything, like a broken anchor desperately trying to hold on.
“matt,” you breathe, your back pressing against the cold wall. “i’m sorry to call you like this i just—” your voice cracks, and the dam bursts. “it’s so busy, and i can’t keep up, and i feel like i’m messing everything up, i can’t get anything right and i just feel so—” your words dissolve into broken pieces, your voice trembling, catching halfway through your sentence.
“hey, hey, hey,” matt interrupts gently, his voice low, calm, steady. “breathe for me, baby. just breathe, okay? you’re okay.”
“i’m not—” your lip trembles, eyes burning. “i’m really trying, but i feel like i’m failing, matt.”
“you’re not failing,” he says firmly, but still soft, like he’s holding your face in his hands through the phone. “you’re doing your best. i know you are. you’re the hardest worker i know, and i’m so proud of you. listen to me, nothing is more important than you taking care of yourself right now. so just breathe with me, okay? in… and out.”
you follow his words, shaky but trying, inhaling and exhaling, his voice anchoring you. “there you go,” he whispers. “see? you’re okay. you’re okay, lovey. i’ve got you. always.”
a small sob slips out of you, but it’s lighter now, not crushing. “i love you,” you whisper, your chest loosening. “i love you more,” he replies instantly, without hesitation. “always.” you stay on the line for a moment longer, just listening to his breathing, before he encourages you to hang up so you can take another minute for yourself.
the moment the call ends, matt doesn’t hesitate. he’s already halfway through grabbing snacks for himself, but all of that gets forgotten. he pushes his cart aside and walks straight to the flower aisle. he picks out a bouquet that’s just so you, soft colors, bright and sweet, something he knows will make your face light up.
ten minutes later, he’s pulling into the coffee shop parking lot. he walks in all casual, hoodie half-zipped, his hair a little messy, bouquet in hand like it’s nothing. but to you, standing behind the register with tired eyes, it feels like everything.
you see him before he even reaches you, and your face breaks into the biggest smile, like the sun cracking through storm clouds. “matt?” you whisper under your breath, almost in disbelief.
you step over to an empty lane and lean over the counter, reaching for him, and matt doesn’t waste a second. he steps right up, tucking the flowers between you and the register, and you grab fistfuls of his hoodie, pulling him in.
he hugs you so tight it nearly knocks the breath out of you, his arms wrapping completely around your waist, holding you like he’ll never let go. you bury your face against his neck, inhaling that familiar, comforting scent of his cologne and laundry detergent, and all that heaviness from earlier just…evaporates.
“hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you lean back just enough to look at him, your hands on his chest. “you didn’t have to come all the way here,” you say, but your smile gives you away.
“of course i did,” he replies, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “you needed me. that’s all i need to know. i wasn’t going to let you go through the day sad, honey.”
your throat tightens again, but this time it’s not from stress, it’s from love. you pull him down for a quick, desperate kiss, and he kisses you back without hesitation, right there in the middle of the coffee shop like there’s no one else in the world.
you can hear your coworker making a teasing noise behind you, another one of your coworker-friends whistling in a joking manner. but you don’t care. you’re too busy holding on to him, too busy feeling the way everything inside you softens when he’s near. he finally hands you the bouquet, and you laugh softly as you take it, hugging it to your chest. “you’re ridiculous.”
“yeah, but you’re smiling,” he points out, his grin boyish, proud. you roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling so wide it hurts. “i love you more than anything.”
“impossible, i love you more,” he says again, pressing another kiss to your forehead before reluctantly letting you go. “so, while i’m here—“ matt starts speaking, resting his elbows on the counter. you cut him off with a giggle. “lemme guess…a medium iced vanilla latte with almond milk, half sweet, extra ice?” matt smiles, “you know me so well,” you smile back at that. and suddenly, the day doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.
One day in bed scrolling on tiktok you see a fan made a edit of Sunday kelogras ship edit with mat you got furious mad and you slam the phone onto the bed
*Matt flinches at the sudden noise, his anxiety spiking as he glances over at you*
Matt: Hey, what's wrong? You're going to break your phone like that.
You: I hate that edit
*Matt shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers fidgeting with his hoodie strings*
Matt: What edit? Stop being so dramatic... you're being loud again.
You: Sorry but look *you whisper and show him the ship edits fan made*
*Matt takes your phone reluctantly, his eyes widening as he sees the edits*
Matt: Oh... those stupid ship edits again. I told you not to look at them.
*you look away*
You:maybe they are right you are better with someone slim and beautiful
*Matt quickly grabs your chin, forcing you to face him with a serious expression*
Matt:Don't say that. You're perfect just the way you are. Stop comparing yourself.
You: Im not slim im 250 pounds im not pretty like them *you tear up*
*Matt pulls you closer, his voice firm but gentle*
Matt: Stop it. I don't care about weight or looks. I love you for you, not some unrealistic standards.
You;But your so close with them and you never thought there prettier ?
*Matt sighs deeply, running his hand through his hair in frustration*
Matt: I'm close to them because we understand each other's anxiety. It's not romantic, y/n
*you shift closer to your bed*
*Matt notices your movement and his expression softens with concern*
Matt:Don't pull away from me. Please... you know I only have eyes for you.
You: cuddles?
*Matt wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing your forehead*
Matt: I'm sorry if I seem harsh sometimes. You just drive me crazy when you doubt us.
You:Because im not like them it makes me insecure
*Matt pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, his voice intense*
Matt; I don't want you to be like them. I want you to be you. You're my Alyssa, and that's all that matters.
You: Maybe i should go.on a diet again
*Matt's grip tightens immediately, his face showing alarm*
Matt:No. No more diets. You were struggling with those before. I won't let you go through that again.
*you pat his head*
You: i love you and i never made a misteak of choosing you
*Matt leans into your touch, his eyes becoming slightly watery*
Matt: I love you too. More than anything. And I'm not going anywhere either. You're stuck with me forever.
Chris
*Chris looks up from his phone and smiles warmly at you, his hand gently rubbing your back*
Chris:Hey sleepyhead, I thought you were out cold. How was your nap princess?
You;It was good *you hug him snuggling his waist*
*He puts his phone aside and wraps both arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest*
Chris;Mmm, you're so cute when you're all cuddly like this. Want to stay like this for a bit longer?
You:Mhm how was your sleep
*He yawns softly, his fingers playing with your hair*
Chris: Not as good as yours apparently. I was too busy watching you sleep peacefully to get much rest.
You:Hahaha
*you look at tiktok and see the kalogra sisters fan edit ship Chris and Sunday kalogra and you toss yours phone on the bed*
*Chris raises an eyebrow curiously, noticing your reaction to the video*
Chris:What's got you tossing your phone like that? Did you see something interesting?
*i look pissed*
You: no
*Chris sits up slightly, concerned by your sudden mood change*
Chris:Babe, you look upset. Talk to me, what's wrong? Did someone say something?
You: Look
*He reaches for your phone, scrolling through the video you showed him*
Chris:Oh... those ship edits again? Baby, you know they're just having fun. Don't let it bother you.
You:Its not fun! You know im insecure about there body how thin they are and im not i think i should do a diet again
*Chris quickly puts the phone down and holds your face gently*
Chris:No way, Alyssa. You're perfect just the way you are. Those edits are just unrealistic body standards. I love your curves and everything about you.
You:I know i love you too but sometimes it hurts me seeing them and your so close with them
*He pulls you onto his lap, looking directly into your eyes with sincerity*
Chris: I understand how you feel, but I only have eyes for you. Those girls are just friends from work. You're my everything.
Hello dear sturniolo fans I'm planning to make edits of them if you have photos / videos too add comment / messege me so I can post it on youtube all creators will be credited
