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Mingi: "Ow!"
After another soul-draining day at her corporate HR job, Y/N stumbles into a small underground bar to escape the exhaustion swallowing her whole. There she meets Yunho, a magnetic guitarist from a famous rock band and spends one unforgettable night wandering through the city with a stranger who makes her feel alive again.
What begins as a reckless decision slowly turns into something neither of them expected: a place to breathe.
Pairing: Jeong Yunho Ă Reader (Y/N)
Tropes: Rockstar AU, Strangers to Lovers, Opposites Attract, Late Night City Romance, Found Family, Emotional Healing, Soft Slow Burn, Falling in Love Before Realizing It
Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Drama, Emotional/Character Driven, Contemporary AU, Slow Burn
Featuring: Ateez as Yunhos Band Mates or Friends, Y/ns Childhood friend
Main Masterlist | Yunhos Masterlist
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
This is Part 4
For a few seconds after Y/N disappeared behind the apartment door, Yunho genuinely could not move.
Rain tapped softly against the hood of the car beside him while cold night air settled damp against his skin.
The building entrance stayed closed.
summary: after a long day of schedules, yunho comes home expecting a quiet night and accidentally ends up watching aquamarine with you.
pairings: jeong yunho x f!reader ๨ŕ§
genre: fluff, comfort, domestic, established relationship, slice of life, light humor, etc..
warnings: none, sleepy yunho, light teasing, reader canât dance <33
coyâs note: first yuyu fic on this blog who cheered!! đ i rewatched aquamarine a few days ago and forgot how nostalgic it feels. i used to watch this movie all the time with my younger cousins during sleepovers growing up, so this fic was very much born from missing those memories:) **lowercase IS intentional
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the apartment had gone quiet hours ago. not the lonely kind. the familiar kind.
the kind that came after dinner dishes had been put away, laundry folded, and the rest of the night finally belonged to you.
the living room sat dim except for the lamp beside the couch and the soft glow of the tv.
youâd long since changed into pajamas, one of yunhoâs old t-shirts hanging loose over sleep shorts, blanket draped across your legs as you sank deeper into the cushions.
aquamarine played softly in front of you.
it had started as a random decision. mostly nostalgia. partly comfort.
youâd just gotten to the part where aquamarine first appeared when you heard it.
keys.
the familiar jingle from the other side of the door, followed by the soft click of it unlocking.
you smiled to yourself before you could stop it.
right on time.
the door opened. closed. shoes kicked off.
then somewhere near the entryway, a muffled groan.
poor thing.
you could practically hear the exhaustion. a minute later, footsteps shuffled down the hall. slower than usual.
dragging just a little. and then:
ââŚbaby?â
you turned toward the sound. yunho stood there looking exactly how you expected him to. tired.
hair messy in that way that meant heâd probably run his hands through it a hundred times without realizing. hoodie slightly wrinkled. eyes heavy like the day had settled into them and refused to leave.
âthere you are,â he said, quieter than usual.
you lifted an eyebrow. âweâre you expecting someone else?â
âhonestly,â he glanced around the apartment. âcouldâve sworn i lived with a ghost.â
you snorted. âa ghost who does your laundry?â
âa very responsible ghost.â his smile came easy. small. sleepy. familiar.
and, annoyingly, it softened something in your chest immediately.
without much thought, he crossed the room and leaned down, pressing an absentminded kiss to your shoulder before glancing toward the tv.
âwhatâre you watching?â
âa movie.â
he gave you a look. âwow. very descriptive.â
you grinned. âaquamarine.â
that got him to pause. ââŚwhatâs that?â
you blinked. slowly turned your head. âyou donât know aquamarine?â
âshould i?â
âthe mermaid movie?â
he stared. âthe what movie?â
âthe mermaid movie.â
âwhy is there a mermaid movie?â
a laugh slipped out before you could help it. âbecause itâs literally about a mermaid, yunho.â
âthat explains very little.â
âokay, rude.â
he only shrugged, far too amused with himself.
you settled back into the couch a little more, blanket shifting around your legs.
âitâs nostalgic,â you explained. âi used to watch it all the time with my younger cousins during sleepovers.â
the memory alone pulled a small smile from you.
âbut honestly?â you glanced back toward the screen. âi think people donât give it enough credit.â
his attention shifted from the tv to you instead.
listening. the way he always did.
âitâs not just some girly movie about a mermaid,â you said. âitâs about friendship too. growing up. love in a really simple way.â
you hesitated for a second. âitâs actually way better than people think it is.â
for a moment, he didnât answer. just looked at you.
something quieter settling into his expression.
âthatâs cute,â he said finally.
you narrowed your eyes immediately. âdonât start.â
âiâm serious.â
âyouâre being suspiciously nice.â
he huffed a tired laugh. âtoo exhausted to argue.â
that got a smile out of you despite yourself.
then, like his body had made the decision before his brain caught up, yunho sighed.
long. heavy.
the kind of sigh that came from a day that had taken too much out of him.
before you could say anything, he lowered himself onto the couch beside you.
or, more accurately, partially onto you.
âyunho,â you laughed as his shoulder bumped yours.
âmâtired.â
âi can tell.â
he ignored you completely.
already shifting until he stretched across the couch, head eventually settling into your lap like it belonged there.
honestly? it kind of did.
his cheek pressed lightly against your thigh as he got comfortable.
like this had quietly become his favorite place to land after long days.
âlong day?â
a hum.
âthat bad?â
âthree practices,â he muttered. âinterviews. filming.â
you winced. âthat sounds awful.â
âit was.â his eyes slipped shut.
then quieter:
âmissed you.â
your fingers paused for half a second before finding their way into his hair.
âyou saw me this morning.â
âstill counts.â
that pulled a small smile from you before you could stop it. âmissed you too.â
because somehow, no matter how ordinary the day had been, coming home always felt like this with him.
like something inside the apartment settled. like the night softened once he was there.
your fingers moved through his hair slowly. carefully.
and the effect was immediate. a quiet breath left him. his shoulders easing little by little beneath your touch.
âyou okay?â you asked softly.
âbetter now.â
your hand shifted, lightly scratching at his scalp. he melted further into your lap without even pretending otherwise.
a few quiet minutes passed like that. the movie playing softly. the lamp glowing beside you.
his breathing evening out little by little. then suddenly:
a small nudge against your thigh.
your brows lifted. ââŚdid you just headbutt me?â
ââŚno.â
âyou absolutely did.â
âi moved.â
âyou moved directly into my hand.â
silence.
then quieter:
ââŚkeep going.â
a laugh slipped out of you. âthought so.â
you resumed scratching lightly through his hair, fingertips brushing gently near the nape of his neck.
after a second, his hand lazily reached up, resting your wrist for a moment before absentmindedly turning his head just enough to press a tired kiss against the inside of your palm.
like he hadnât even thought about doing it. like the affection with you had become instinct.
âyouâre clingy.â you murmured.
âmhm.â
not even denying it.
the movie continued.
and before long, somewhere between teasing and commentary and sleepy silence, yunho stopped pretending he wasnât invested.
even if heâd never admit it.
âď¸ âď¸ âď¸
the credits rolled quietly across the screen. neither of you moved.
the apartment had settled into that sleepy kind of silence that only seemed to exist late at night, when everything outside slowed and the world narrowed into something smaller.
just this. the couch. the lamp beside you.
yunho still stretched comfortably across your lap like he hadnât spent the last hour pretending he wasnât at a little invested in a movie about a mermaid.
his eyes lingered on the tv for another second before he huffed softly through his nose. âsoâŚâ
you glanced down at him. âso?â
âthat wasnât terrible.â
your grin came instantly. âoh my god.â
âwhat?â
âyou liked aquamarine.â
âi didnât say all that.â
âyou knew raymondâs name.â
his eyes shut briefly, like he regretted speaking at all. âthat happened one time.â
âmhm.â
âand against my will.â
âsureee.â
your fingers scratched lightly at the back of his head, earning a small shift closer against your lap.
then after a moment:
âthe bandaid scene was nice though.â
your expression softened. âthe raymond one?â
he nodded once. âthe dramatic fence jump was a little much.â
you laughed. âit was very dramatic.â
âlike.. unnecessarily dramatic.â
âthatâs part of the charm.â
a sleepy smile tugged at his mouth.
âbut the bandaid thing,â he said, shrugging slightly, âthat part was nice.â
you looked back toward the darkened tv for a second.
âi always liked that scene.â
âbecause of the fence jumping?â
âokay, maybe a little.â
he smiled at that.
âbut mostly becauseâŚâ you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, âhe noticed she got hurt and just helped.â
the memory played back easily.
aquamarine falling off the bike.
raymond seeing it happen.
immediately rushing outside like the world was ending.
jumping over the fence for dramatic effect.
then kneeling beside her like nothing else mattered.
âhe didnât make it weird,â you said quietly. âhe just wanted to make sure she was okay.â
yunho stayed quiet. listening.
âitâs actually why i started carrying bandaids.â
that got his attention. his head tilted back slightly. âyou carry bandaids?â
âin my bag.â
âsince when?â
âforever,â you shrugged. âwhat if someone gets hurt?â
âsomeone?â
you hesitated for exactly half a second. ââŚyou.â
the look he gave you made warmth creep up your neck immediately.
âwell,â you added quickly, ânot just you.â
âbut mostly me.â
âno comment.â
his lips twitched. âthats really sweet.â
you nudged his shoulder lightly. âi just think itâs nice to be prepared.â
the conversation drifted after that. easy. unhurried. the kind of back and forth that always came naturally with him.
until eventually, the tv dimmed into silence. for a while, neither of you said much.
yunho stayed exactly where he was, eyes growing heavier while your fingers absentmindedly traced through his hair.
then, quietly, you reached for your phone beside you.
the movement alone made him glance up. ââŚwhatâre you doing?â
ââŚnothing.â
that answer immediately made him suspicious.
you carefully lifted his head from your lap before standing.
instantly, confusion crossed his face. more confusion when you had turned back toward him. phone in hand. the other stretched toward him.
yunho blinked up at you, hair messy from laying there too much. still looking adorably lost.
then the music started. soft guitar. familiar.
island in the sun by weezer.
recognition flickered across his face almost instantly.
ââŚwait.â
suddenly, embarrassment crept up to your neck.
maybe this sounded cuter in your head.
still, you held your hand out anyway. â may i have this dance?â
for a second, he just looked at you. caught somewhere between confusion and amusement.
then a quiet laugh slipped out before he instinctively lifted his hand to cover part of his mouth, eyes crinkling at the corners. âthereâs no one else here.â
you narrowed your eyes. âyunho.â
âwhat?â he said, smile lingering behind his hand. âjust checking.â
âyouâre annoying.â
âyou like me.â
unfortunately.
your hand stayed awkwardly extended while a terrible realization hit you.
this man literally danced for a living. meanwhile, you absolutely did not.
âyou can say no,â you said quickly. âi know this is kind of embarrassing and definitely less cute than i imagined and i cannot dance anywhere near your level soââ
he reached for your hand. âcâmere.â
âyou donât have to if youâre tired.â
his thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles. âbaby, â he said softly, âof course iâm gonna dance with you. â
something about the softness in his voice made the embarrassment settle, if only a little.
and at first? it was objectively bad.
you stepped the wrong direction almost immediately.
âow.â
âoh my god, sorry.â
âyou stepped on my foot.â
âi said sorry!â
a laugh escaped both of you. that kind that came easy. familiar.
eventually, the joking settled. the movement slowed. until neither of you were dancing anymore. just swaying.
his fingers loosely threaded through yours while his other hand rested at your waist.
not holding too tightly. just there. steady. easy.
your joined hands rested loosely between you while your head tipped lightly against his shoulder.
close enough to hear his quiet breaths over the music.
after a while, you tilted your head back slightly. âif you were a merman, what color tail would you have?â
he looked down immediately. ââŚyouâre serious?â
âvery.â
he actually thought about it.
then:
âblue.â
your smile came easy. âblue?â
âmhm.â
âthat feels right.â
âyeah?â
âyou look good in blue.â
something softened in his expression. small. fond.
âwhat about you?â
âgreen.â
he nodded once. âyeah.â
you blinked. âyeah?â
âthat feels right too.â
âwhat does that mean?â
he shrugged lightly. âdonât know.â
a beat.
âjust feels like you.â
that landed softer than expected. for a little while, neither of you said much. just swayed. slow. unhurried.
until another thought crossed your mind. âwait.â
âhmm?â
you tipped your head back. âdo you think those starfish earrings would look cute on me?â
his brows lifted immediately. âthe talking ones?â
âmhm.â you pretended to think. âi feel like theyâd either be really cute or really ugly.â
a sleepy smile tugged at his mouth. âpretty sure theyâd look good on you.â
you studied him for a second. like you were genuinely considering something. ââŚi donât know.â
his brow lifted. âno?â
you tilted your head slightly. âi think you could pull them off.â
that earned a laugh. âme?â
âyes.â
his hand shifted lightly at your waist, thumb brushing absentmindedly against the fabric of your shirt.
âyeah?â he asked quietly.
something about the way he said it made warmth creep up your neck again.
still, you matched his energy. leaning closer until your mouth hovered near his ear.
quiet. playful. like sharing a secret.
âyunho is so handsome.â
immediately, he huffed softly. ââŚdonât start.â
you ignored him. same teasing whisper. âyunho is really, really good at dancing.â
âokay,â he muttered, smile impossible to hide now, âthat oneâs definitely biased.â
âyunho is very good at valorant.â
that got a real laugh out of him. âabsolutely not.â
âyes.â you swayed once before continuing.
âi think yunho looks really adorable when he pouts.â
that one got him. you saw it immediately. the tiny pause. the way his shoulders shook with a quiet laugh.
âyouâre embarrassing me.â
âgood.â
âmean.â
âand yet youâre still standing here.â
he shook his head, fond despite himself.
but when you spoke again, your voice softened. less teasing now. more honest.
âi love how your smile alone can brighten up any room you walk into.â
the teasing slowly faded from his expression. something quieter settling there instead.
âi love how hardworking and passionate you are too,â you murmured. âwhether itâs idol stuff or acting or honestly anything. you care so much.â
his gaze flickered towards you. quieter now. more attentive.
âandâŚâ your voice softened again, âi really admire how comforting your presence is.â
his eyes met yours properly then.
âto me,â you said softly. âand to your members too. i think people feel really safe around you.â
for a second, he didnât say anything.
just looked at you. quiet. a little shy.
like he didnât fully know what to do with being seen that clearly.
then a soft breath of laughter left him. small. embarrassed.
âyou canât just say things like that.â
your brows pulled together. âwhy not?â
a tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. âbecause,â he muttered, quieter now, âyou make me shy.â
âyou? shy?â
âdonât even.â
âi thought you were supposed to be the confident one.â
he only shook his head once before lifting your joined hands, absentmindedly brushing a soft kiss against your knuckles.
like he needed a second to recover. âkeep going, though.â
you laughed softly. âgreedy.â
âa little.â his smile stayed small. shy around the edges. for a second, neither of you said much.
just swayed. slow. comfortable.
the song humming softly through the apartment.
then, quietly, he dipped his head just enough to press a lingering kiss against your forehead.
unhurried. the kind that felt more like affection than habit.
like a thank you.
like i heard everything you said.
your nose scrunched a little. âwas that supposed to distract me?â
âmaybe,â he said, not even pretending to deny it.
âdidnât work.â
âworth trying.â
the song drifted quietly around the apartment, nearing its end.
then, after a pause:
âi think i liked it more because you liked it.â
your heart did something embarrassingly immediate. âthe movie?â
he nodded once. âyou looked happy watching it.â
simple. matter-of-fact. like that explained everything. and somehow, it kind of did.
without really thinking, you leaned a little closer. âthanks for watching it with me,â you murmured.
his hand squeezed yours lightly. âthanks for asking.â
a beat.
then, quieter like the words slipped out before he could stop them. âi think i just like more when theyâre with you.â
before you could recover from that, he dipped his head just enough to press a sleepy kiss near your shoulder.
soft. lingering. the kind that felt absentminded in the best way.
by the time the song faded, neither of you had really stopped swaying.
Š cryingoveryunho , 2026
âtime heals all woundsâ WRONG. it merely allows for infection.. it is Too late for me
"What's wrong with us?" "Something is happening"
Masterlist
Throughout the concept trailer, we see the members go through a series of emotions which seem to be tearing them apart as a group.
Seonghwa looks pissed off, Wooyoung sad, Jongho first detached then frustrated, and Hongjoong deeply anxious.
And all the while, Sopro is acting up each time we cut to it trapped in its glass case. Though it's not the Sopro we know - it's not red but black, grainy, like sand, as it changes shape until it hardens back into a cube and cracks, revealing a red light shining from within.
After a sequence of Yunho dressed in red, something seems to freak Hongjoong out bad enough to make him cover his ears and curl into himself, which is when we cut back to Sopro as it does this:
Before this sequence plays (I have no clue if these squares mean something, unfortunately, but the morse code behind it sounds to me like "-....-" which would just translate to a "-"? Someone please correct me if I'm wrong!):
Following this signal from Sopro, Yunho and Mingi start fighting, which Hongjoong eventually breaks up:
Meanwhile, Wooyoung opens a drawer which contains a red light-
-and as distorted whispers fill our ears and a warning siren plays, we see the members being scanned by red light until Wooyoung looks toward Yeosang and seems to make a choice:
While this isn't one-to-one what happened in the 'Golden Hour: Part 2' diary entries, it does seem to rhyme with its documented events: the members are drifting apart, an argument takes place, Wooyoung starts feeling sad and desperate to the point where he uses Sopro to bring his members back together so they can be happy again.
Perhaps what happened to A-World's Ateez back then also happened to E-World's Ateez, which would mean this concept trailer takes place pre-'Adrenaline'. And if so, this comeback might just give us an explanation as to why Sopro looked the way it did in the 'Adrenaline' music video (all deformed, spiky, and restless).
Side-note: This does make me wonder if the Sopro who shattered at the start of 'Adrenaline' was A-World's Sopro and the warped-looking one who shattered at the end E-World's. And if that's the case: rest in peace, baby bird - you had a really hard life (and I doubt E-World's had it any better).
Mayhaps we'll then also learn if the destruction of Sopro has lasting consequences, given how powerful it is.
Another thing to consider: with both Sopros now gone, A-World's Ateez will have to track down E-World's Cromer if they ever want to be able to move on to another world or return back home.
After another soul-draining day at her corporate HR job, Y/N stumbles into a small underground bar to escape the exhaustion swallowing her whole. There she meets Yunho, a magnetic guitarist from a famous rock band and spends one unforgettable night wandering through the city with a stranger who makes her feel alive again.
What begins as a reckless decision slowly turns into something neither of them expected: a place to breathe.
Pairing: Jeong Yunho Ă Reader (Y/N)
Tropes: Rockstar AU, Strangers to Lovers, Opposites Attract, Late Night City Romance, Found Family, Emotional Healing, Soft Slow Burn, Falling in Love Before Realizing It
Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Drama, Emotional/Character Driven, Contemporary AU, Slow Burn
Featuring: Ateez as Yunhos Band Mates or Friends, Y/ns Childhood friend
Main Masterlist | Yunhos Masterlist
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
This is Part 2
Sneaking out of the bar turned out to be far more complicated than Y/N expected. Mostly because Wooyoung apparently noticed everything.
The second Yunho opened the patio door and motioned for her to follow quietly, Y/N immediately saw Seonghwa behind the counter wiping glasses while Wooyoung leaned beside him mid-conversation.
Or at least pretending to have a conversation. Because the moment Wooyoung spotted them slipping through the hallway, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.
Making It Up to You
Youâre On
LOVE SHOULD BE FUN
PAIRING: fem!reader x seonghwa
CONTAINS: pure fluff
SUMMARY: a short compilation of you and seonghwa's playful and chaotic relationship plus a never-ending teasing from him
AUTHORâS NOTES: i lowkey YEARN for park seonghwa đđ okay so this was inspired by a trend i saw on tiktok! i reccomend you to listen to "shape of my heart" by backstreet boys while reading this đ¤âď¸
MASTERLIST
The apartment is quiet, the soft glow of moonlight spilling into the living room. Outside, the city hummed gently, and bustling crowds contrasting the quietness. You were home alone, waiting for Seonghwa's arrival, and played your favorite song through the speakers, completely absorbed in the music.
Woo fixing Mingi's hair, Mingi hugging him as a thanks and absolutely engulfing him, Woo's hands automatically going to Mingi's ass
𼚠that's his Mingi-Mangi
LOVESICK | ATEEZ JEONG YUNHO
"Like I said, I am warm-" you smack his chest before he could finish.
pairing Âť ateez jeong yunho x fem!reader
trope/au Âť non-idol au, established relationship au
genre Âť fluff with a hint of hurt/comfort
word count Âť 3241
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) Âť sickness, kissing, ...they're lovesick, not proofread
navi/masterlist!! đ¤ ateez masterlist
LOVESICK | ATEEZ JEONG YUNHO
"Like I said, I am warm-" you smack his chest before he could finish.
pairing Âť ateez jeong yunho x fem!reader
trope/au Âť non-idol au, established relationship au
genre Âť fluff with a hint of hurt/comfort
word count Âť 3241
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) Âť sickness, kissing, ...they're lovesick, not proofread
navi/masterlist!! đ¤ ateez masterlist
episode 1 of wanteez: ateez goes to school! đĽ°đđđŤś
episode 47 of wanteez: ateez discovers several body bags in the basement of the bounty hunter cannibal lair
summary: for once, nothing is waiting for himâno schedules, no expectations, no rush. just you, right next to him, and a morning that feels like it could last forever.
pairings: kim hongjoong x f!reader ๨ŕ§
genre: fluff, established relationship..
coyâs note: first post on this blog.. iâm lowk nervous posting this but also really excited đđ i hope this makes you smile even just a little! also are there any junny listeners here?!?! this was HEAVILY inspired by sweet release and i swearrrr i had it on repeat the whole time writing this. **lowercase IS intentional
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morning comes quietly.
not all at onceâjust slowly, light slipping through the curtains in thin lines, settling across the room like itâs not in a rush to be noticed.
for once, neither are you.
you wake up before him.
you donât move right away. just blink a couple times, letting everything come into focusâand then you see him.
hongjoong, still asleep, facing you, closer than you remember falling asleep.
his hairâs a mess. not styled, not fixedâjust soft and falling wherever it wants. his face is relaxed too, no tension, no tightness around his eyes or his mouth like there usually is.
no expectations, no one to lead, no weight sitting on his shoulders.
just⌠him.
you donât think you get to see this version of him very often.
so you let yourself look.
a little longer than you probably should.
youâre wide awake.. and heâs right there.
the thought sits heavy and light at the same time, like you donât quite believe it.
on second thought.. i donât think this is real.
your gaze softens without you meaning to.
youâre just too good for me.
your hand lifts before you can overthink it, fingers brushing gently across his forehead, pushing a loose strand of hair away.
he stirs.
just a little.
you freeze instantly, holding your breath, watching for any sign that heâs waking up.
a second passes.
then another.
nothing.
his breathing evens out again, steady and quiet.
you let out a small breath, relaxing again, a tiny smile pulling at your lips.
â âŚmy pretty boy, â you mumble under your breath, barely audible.
you glance away right after, like saying it out loud somehow makes it more real.
ââŚare you done staring? â
your head snaps back so fast it almost hurts.
heâs looking at you.
eyes half open, voice still rough from sleep, but thereâs a hint of a smile there.
âyou were awake?â you whisper, immediately embarrassed.
âmhm,â he hums. âfor a bit.â
you groan softly, dropping your forehead against his chest for a second. âthatâs so embarrassing.â
a quiet laugh leaves him, low and warm, and his arms comes around you without hesitation, pulling you in like itâs automatic.
you settle there, head resting against him, listening to his breathing, feeling his hand rest against your waist.
itâs quiet again.
comfortable.
âi missed you,â you say, softer this time, almost like youâre saying it more to the moment than to him.
but he hears you anyway.
he always does.
thereâs a pause before he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.
â i missed you more, baby. â
you tilt your head up to look at him, and heâs already looking down at you, eyes a little clearer now.
you stay there for another second, maybe longer than you should, just looking at him.
you donât really want to move.
but the thought slips in awayâquiet, unavoidable.
âwe should probably eat,â you mumble softly âbefore it gets late. â
he groans immediately, arms tightening around you like he can keep you there just by holding on.
âstay,â he murmurs.
âi will,â you say quietly. âafter.â
it takes a second, but you manage to slip out of his hold anyway.
the room feels colder without him.
you grab one of his hoodies on the way out, pulling it over your head. the sleeves fall past your hands, the fabric soft and familiar.
you donât miss the way heâs watching you now.
ârest,â you tell him, glancing back. " joongie. you need it. â
âi am resting.â
âyouâre staring.â
ââŚsame thing.â
you roll your eyes, smiling, and lean down just enough to press a quick kiss to his lips.
âstay,â you repeat, a little softer this time.
he sighs, but doesnât argue again.
you take that as a win.
âââââââââââŕ¨ŕ§âââââââââââ
the kitchen is quiet when you walk in.
you fall into it easilyâmixing batter, heating the pan. moving around without really thinking about it.
itâs simple.
easy.
such a sweet release.
you havenât had this in awhile. time that doesnât feel borrowed. time that doesnât feel like itâs already running out.
youâre focused enough that you donât hear him.
not until you feel his arms wrap around your waist.
you flinch a little, breath catching, before relaxing when his chin settles against your shoulder.
âsorry,â he murmurs softly. "smells good.â
you lean back into him without thinking, one of your hands coming up to rest over his.
your fingers trace lightly along his arm, slow and absentmindedâ
the way his hands hold you there, steady at your waistâŚ
the feeling settles warm in your chest.
behind you, his hold tightens just a little, like heâs grounding himself there, like he doesnât want to move.
i keep running, i keep seepinâ out..
you turn off the stove, setting the pan aside before turning in his arms.
your hands come up to his neck, fingers slipping into his hair again, softer this time.
fix me to the time you barely haveâŚ
because thatâs what this is.
time you donât get often.
time you wish would last longer than it ever does.
his hands stay at your waist, steady, warm.
iâll keep on loving.. keep on giving.
it doesnât feel like a promise you have to think about.
it just.. is.
you donât even realize how close you are until his grip shifts slightlyâ
and then he leans in first.
the kiss is slow. easy. like thereâs nowhere else he needs to be.
you melt into it without thinking, fingers curling slightly in his hair as his hold on you steadies.
it lingers.
it always does.
you smile a little into it, and he noticesâof course he doesâpulling you just a little closer.
like heâs not ready to let go.
like he doesnât want to.
when you finally pull back, itâs only enough to breathe, your forehead resting lightly against his.
neither of you moves right away.
just.. stays there.
âfoodâs gonna get cold,â you murmur quietly.
he lets out a soft huff of laughter, thumb brushing lightly along your cheek, eyes still on you.
âthen i guess,â he says, voice low, still a little rough, âwe shouldnât let it.â
but he doesnât move.
not yet.
instead, he leans in againâslower this time, softerâpressing one more kiss to your lips, like heâs taking his time with it.
like heâs trying to remember it.
and for nowâ
thatâs enough.
My shadow of adoration đ¤
My love for this little guy is eternal; He's got no thoughts going on in his mind, leaves only space for love
Bonus photos of my Valen below the cut, fangs and all!