its always i love you its never “lights in a summer night make a false start in the evening sunset. in my seventeenth july i met you. hey sunflower, i ask my dictionary the definition of ‘cute’. words bubble up like soda pop. a thunderous roar, words exist for the sake of expression. an evening rainbow, i have something to tell you. a piece of my great passion sent into your hand. i’ll scream with all my might. to you, during summers end. yamazakura, i like the leaves you’ve hidden. yamazakura, i like those cute teeth of yours. yamazakura, i like the leaves you’ve hidden. yamazakura, i like those cute teeth of yours. yamazakura, i like cute fireworks too. yamazakura, i like that cute smile of yours. yamazakura i like you, smile. i like you!”
Hello! I hope you are having a wonderful day :-)) If you are taking requests, may I request for umemiya hajime being your bf headacanons? Thank you so much <3
Hello! Thank you so much, i hope you had a wonderful day as well<3 and yes, I am taking reqs. Enjoy and i hope that you will like them heheheeh
Umemiya Hajime as your boyfriends | Headcanons
tw: none, reader insert, english is not my native language ♡
in the beginning of your relationship, he was worried that you wouldn't want to be with him because well... he is the leader of bofurin;
he rarely talks about his past but when he does, he knows that you will listen;
ume knows every single detail about you: from which tooth ached when you were a child, to when you have your period and what pads you use;
he likes playing games that involve summoning spirits around you (he tells other guys that he is hugging you because he loves you, but in fact, he is scared);
ume takes videos of how his vegetables are growing and sends them to you all the time. "Y/N, what do you think, aren't they lovely?!";
having a BBQ party together is a total idyll for him.
you are not in a mood? no problem, he's a sun that gives you energy all the time. you are sick? he sprints to the pharmacy. you had a bad day? he is here for a talk.
his love language is sharing: sharing how your day was, talking about funny childhood memories, sharing food, sharing money for drinks, etc;
the nights he comes back drunk he is extra clingy;
when it comes to eating, he insists on eating what he wants. this is one of the downsides of him being your boyfriend;
when he is around other guys and they are talking about you, umemiya is always like: "ah, yes that beautiful girl is my girlfriend. she is also miss universe. the pageant may not know about it, but thats the truth." loves appreciating your beauty all the time;
he says the funniest, strangest pick-up lines early in the morning to cheer you up as quickly as possible:
you and the boys had gathered and were waiting for ume to appear. when you saw his figure approaching you, each of you greeted him.
"good morning." you said to him with sleepy eyes, suggesting you didn't get enough sleep.
"good morning to everyone but to Y/N," the white-haired man shot out, causing each of you to get confused, "because Y/N, you are already the sunshine that brightens my days!"
when it comes to kisses, he always goes to your forehead first, then your nose and finally your lips. his kisses are slow, yet full with passion. this guy likes to enjoy you 100%;
every time he kisses you, his hands are on your waist. he prefers to draw you closer to him in this way.
➢ Warnings. Light Cursing. A lot of mentions of Mingyu. I promise he’s just the annoying friend ( we’ve all had one of those, lol).
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ꕤ A/N: This fic is for the @kflixnet exchange event for the lovely @vanillelace. Hello Aanya, I’m your secret Santa! I know we didn’t talk much during the event, but I truly enjoyed getting to know more about you through the few asks I did send. I know you said you were getting into SVT, and as an SVT writer, I thought, what better thing to gift than a fic on your potential future bias. I hope you enjoy and love the fic and the accompanying playlist I made for you. I haven’t written a high school AU (I think?), so I had to use many of my experiences as a high school student from nearly four years ago, and I used some of my endeavors in Physics class to shape the plot. I still hope you enjoy it >.< And to everyone else enjoying this fic, thank you for the support. Don’t forget to like, comment, reblog, and send in an ask or two, lol
Everyone assumed the two of you were dating. They’d bet money on it if they could, and many did. All they’d be left with, however, would be empty pockets and dismay because you weren’t dating. You hadn’t dated, and you probably never would if you kept your crush on DK a secret. ‘This is so stupid,” you sigh, taking in your appearance in the mirror and giving yourself a look over before exiting the restroom. You’d never gone out of your way to look so proper at a school event, but it was the end-of-year dance. The last chance you had to entice your crush, and you were determined to go through with it.
‘Hey! Crazy seeing you here!’ ‘You look nice, not that you don’t always…look nice,’ you rack possible dialogues through your brain.
‘God, you’re hopeless.’ you roll your eyes, bumping into a prominent figure. You feel two large hands hold you up by your shoulders. “Are you okay?”
You look up, eyebrows furrowed at the annoyance of having the person you bumped into touching you. However, you relax when your eyes meet a pair of familiar brown orbs. “Hello? Did you give yourself a concussion?” the lisp in his voice was unmistakable.
“Sorry, Mingyu,” you sheepishly respond, “I didn’t see you there.”
“Oh, thank god,” he exasperates. “I thought you hit your head too hard you forgot how to talk.”
You giggle. “I’m fine. I promise.” You stare down at your feet in embarrassment as Mingyu moves you aside as not to block the entrance of the dance from incoming traffic. You could feel the crowd's stares as they walked by the two of you. You and Mingyu were friends by association; you’d had multiple classes together, he was a friendly giant by nature, but no one expected the school’s soccer captain to be lightly grazing your arm so casually at the dance.
“Have you seen DK?” you break through the silence, lightly surveying the reception, hoping to get a glace of the aforementioned boy.
“Hm?” Mingyu gets broken out of his thoughts at your question. A small amount of red tint floods his face before he laughs slightly. “DK? He should already be here, according to his Instagram story.” You nod at the sudden information, your heart thrumming faster in your chest as your nerves grow more significant by the second. “Hey,” Mingyu’s voice rumbles next to your ear, causing you to flinch at his proximity. “Jesus,” you glower through gritted teeth. “What?”
Mingyu pulls away and points at the center of the dance floor. “I think I found your prince charming,” he grinned.
“Fuck off, Mingyu,” you speak in a hushed tone. You feel blood pooling in your ears at how Mingyu called DK your prince charming.
“What kind of friend would I be if I don’t help my friend out while they’re crushing on my best friend? Now, pull yourself together and be prepared to move. I’m getting you on that dance floor.”
You blink furiously, trying to take in what Mingyu just told you. “You’re insane” is the last thing you can say as the tall boy drags you into the giant pit of people. You can’t help but grab onto his arm as he parts through the crowd swiftly. You laughed at how his body bobbed with the rhythm of the music playing, and not long after, you nodded your head along while being mindful of your steps as you made your way through the thick crowd of dancing teenagers.
In a matter of minutes, you found yourselves at the center of the dance floor, and you laughed, looking over your shoulder at the entrance where you were standing a mere second ago. ‘Fucking Mingyu, only you could drag me into the middle of a dance floor like it was nothing.’
You were distracted by yelling nearby, and you turned slightly, laughing at a lively group of three aggressively dancing and fist-bumping to the music. And that's when you realize one-third of the boys is none other than Seokmin himself.
He was dancing maniacally, totally immersed in the music. His entire face shone madly- from his eyes to his smile to his skin. Always the carefree, charismatic piece of sunshine he encapsulated. No, he was the sun. So vibrant and warm with anyone; it was hard not to like him as a person. It’s what you liked about him.
“Hey, DK!” Mingyu shouted before you as you stood slightly behind him. DK turned to face his best friend, breaking away from the two other people he was dancing with, smiling with his eyes as wide as can be at the sight of the immense giant Mingyu. “I have a surprise for you.”
‘I have a surprise for you’ was the last thing you caught before Mingyu casually yanked you in front of him. The sudden movement caught you off guard, causing you to trip over your feet, but instead of falling, your fall was broken by two firm arms holding you up.
Your gaze falls upon a pair of worrisome eyes that soon get encapsulated by the most beautiful eye smile you’d ever seen on a human being. Your bodies were only mere inches apart. Nothing but thin air held you apart, and the beating of your heart only grew as DK chuckled, the roar of it transcending his rib cage and traversing through your being as you felt the blood rush up your face pooling in your cheekbones as you smiled at one another.
He helped you up, holding you in place by your elbows, holding your gaze fondly before a mischievous grin took over his face. “ Hi, I’m Seokmin, but you can call me DK,” he states, trying to keep a straight face. You laugh, lightly wiping your tear duct. You didn't know why you produced a tear; if it was because of the embarrassment of almost falling, the anxiety of being so close to your crush, or just the pure joy of it all. “Nice to meet you, DK. I’m Y/N.”
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It was the last class of the day, a class you were grateful for because it meant you could go home after the dismissal bell rang. The first day of school was uneventful, to say the least - the only worthwhile thing was the assembly before lunch, designated only for the graduating class. ‘At least I'll be graduating soon,’ you thought. You quickly hurried over to an empty table halfway through the lab with a window seat. You took out your books and a pen, preparing for your first Physics lesson of the year. You sat patiently as the other students filed into the lab, taking their seats and making acquaintances. You casually looked to your right and gave a small smile to the boy who was scooting over to sit in front of you, and he gave you a small smile back.
You were happy with the interaction. At least you knew you had a possible friend in the class. However, a sudden blur in your peripheral vision caught you off guard. “Hi, Y/N!” a cheeky face appears next to yours as they plop down on the seat next to you. “Hi, Mingyu,” you smile back begrudgingly. He was pleased with your response and secretly passed you chocolate before standing up and leaving like he didn’t intrude on your peace. Typical, you sigh. You wondered how your friend even made it to senior year, considering how much he wasn’t present in his classes, let alone how he managed to pass exams you know he didn’t study for. You didn’t have time to save his ass for the rest of the school year by having him mooch off of you, and the thought of him doing so irked your soul.
The sudden sound of the chair behind you scraping against the floor snapped you out of your thoughts as you turned in your seat, facing the body next to you, ready to berate your idiotic friend. “Listen, Mingyu-” the sentence you were about to start finished abruptly as you felt your ears burn in embarrassment.
The boy sitting next to you turned slightly, visibly taken aback by the tone in your voice as he silently took out his notebooks, giving you a slight nod accompanied by a shy smile. You do the same before turning away and facing the window while resting your head on your arm in embarrassment, hoping the world split open and ate you. Way to go, dumbass. So much for first impressions, you scold yourself. There was no way you could face this kid after that, no way in hell.
Oh, but did the universe have other plans because as fate would have it, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You begrudgingly lift your head and turn to face the boy. “Oh, um, I’m sorry, but could I borrow a pen? I seem to have misplaced mine.” He gave you a sheepish smile, not meeting your gaze. “Sure,” you reply curtly, picking up your book bag and placing it on your lap to fetch a pen. After a few seconds, you produce a pen and lightly tap his shoulder, “here you go.”
You would be lying if you didn’t admit the pure sight of his whole face didn’t make you breathless, as cliche as it was. He was nicely tanned, he had beautiful brown eyes, and the tiny mole on his cheek was everso artistically placed on his face by whom you’d assume did the work of god. You snap out of these unruly thoughts and extend your arm handing over the pen to your new labmate. You weren’t fully aware of the reaction he had caused within you with his visuals, but one thing was sure you felt your heart skip a beat. He gladly took the pen, thanking you repeatedly while giving you the most whole-hearted smile you’d ever seen. It was warm and inviting enough to make you smile in response. “Hi, I’m Seokmin,” he grinned, extending a hand out for you to take, “but you can call me DK.” You gladly take his hand, shaking it lightly “Nice to meet you, DK. I’m Y/N.”
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Your school year with DK was far from dull; there wasn’t a day you wouldn’t laugh or smile.
You found yourself eagerly awaiting the day's last class, only to spend it with him. You’d unbeknownst created a little schedule between the two of you: You would collect the worksheets for the day, place DK’s papers on his side of the table, pull out his chair, begin working on the warm-up questions the teacher left on the board for the class to complete, DK would walk through the classroom’s threshold by the time you were answering the third problem, and he would take his seat, pen already in hand as he started working on the warm-ups. “Hi.” he always smiled at you as he powered through the problems. “Hi,” you would smile back, and every time you did, you could feel your heart swell slightly.
You lived to share your time with him in Physics. Whether it be through the proximity between the two of you when you leaned in to help him with an equation he was having trouble with, to playfully taking each other's papers to go over your answers, or the simple days when the teacher didn’t plan much and you simply basked in each other’s company. Those days especially, they were your favorites. Like the Friday you’d finished your word problems on your Kinematics review early, there were 40 minutes until dismissal, and you were bored. DK had fallen asleep using his arms as a cushion. He had a rough tennis practice the day before and needed some rest. You knew you should’ve let him rest, but seeing his vulnerable and exposed hand, you quietly grabbed your marker bag and uncapped a green marker.
Nice and gentle, you told yourself as you carefully pulled his hand closer to you. He’s not going to notice. You egged yourself on as you gently started painting his nails with the marker. You carefully grabbed his digits not to wake him, and a soft smile grew on your face at the thought of being halfway done with your artwork. When you gently lifted his middle finger, you felt your heart give out when he moved. DK lifted his head gently, his eyes struggling to open as he fought off his sleep. But what caught you most off guard was that he chuckled at you. It was the most profound noise you’ve heard come out of his body. It’s just because he’s groggy calm down. You could only stare as he stretched his arms before doing the same with his fingers. “Who told you to stop?” he asked, returning to placing his head on his bicep and closing his eyes while leaving the hand you were painting on for you. You felt your ears buzz slightly before taking a deep breath, picking up the marker, and placing its tip on his nailbed. Shit, you smirked. So much for that.
You also enjoyed working on labs and experiments with him. There was the time you had to work on paper airplanes together, and he ended up poking your eye. You had shrieked so shrilly before bursting into a fit of laughter. You held your eye as you laughed; DK had rushed over to you and held your face as he laughed off his concern. It took the two of you a minute to calm down. He ultimately held your face in his hands. “I’m so sorry,” his voice quivered as he hugged you. You felt a smile find a place on your face as you held onto him, lightly rubbing the side of his torso and being engulfed by his scent.
It was addictive. He was addictive. Addictive in the way that you wished you could be close to him every single day, hug him, feel the way the care and nurture radiated off his very being. Lee Seokmin was intoxicating in the purest form imaginable, and it was moments like these where you thought you wouldn’t mind being like this- with him, forever. It was times like these when you realized you liked him.
It’s just a stupid crush, it’ll go away soon.
But it didn’t. Over the last few months, he’d found a way to nestle in your heart. He’d begun to plague your thoughts outside Physics class. Your interactions were no exception. As of late, you’d find yourself engulfed in numerous back hugs during lunch, you didn’t mind them, and you couldn’t help but notice how right it felt to have his arms around you. Everyone saw how happy you both looked with each other, and they’d always comment on how you looked like a couple. You couldn’t help but shyly lower your gaze whenever someone commented on the topic. “Nah,” he simply replied while soothingly running his thumb across your arm as he held you.
But what if we were a couple?
The thought of actually confessing plagued your mind once the spring semester started. Half the school year had gone by, and you only had a few months to take advantage of before you went your separate ways. With the start of February, Valentine’s Day was slowly approaching. While you never actually looked forward to the holiday, you did make cute cookie bags for your friends. But this time, it was different. You weren’t just making a cookie bag for your friend DK, he was also your crush, and you were determined to confess to him.
You had handed out your bags to your friends, saving the last bag from Mingyu’s clutches and appetite, eagerly waiting to hand them to your lab partner. You had rushed to the lab for no reason but to pep yourself up to the occasion. You couldn’t fathom that you were crushing so hard you would do the most cliche thing in history and confess on Valentine's Day. The most nerve-wracking part was that you chose the easy way out and wrote your confession on a simple note.
I like you. I’ve liked you for a while now. I’m just too shy to tell you.
Like every other day, you picked up your worksheets and sat down. You kept opening and closing the note you wrote to ensure you had written your confession. Then the sudden sound of a chair scraping against the floor made you jump in your seat and drop the note. “Jesus,” you exclaim. “No, just me,” DK playfully points at himself, giving you his warm smile. “I hate you sometimes, you know?” you roll your eyes.
He pursed his lips rolling his eyes at you before leaning down to get something out of his book bag. With his back to you, you quickly searched around your seat for the note to no avail. Great, how convenient, you berated yourself. It’s okay; it’s out of your control. Just give him the cookies. It’s not the end of the world.
“What’s that?” he inquired, pointing at your lap with his pen.
“Oh, I made this for you,” you muttered, handing him the bag of cookies. “Because…we’re friends, and it’s Valentine’s Day.” He stared at the bag, and you could’ve sworn you saw some tears in his eyes. However, whatever traces of tears he had were hidden away by his eye smiles as he smiled at you. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
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You didn’t know why you suddenly thought about your many memories with him. But you would be lying if you didn’t admit you often thought about them whenever you met his gaze. The same gaze that currently cascaded over you like a meteor shower as he held you in the middle of the dance floor.
“Are you okay?” he asked, wiping a stray tear from your face. “Better than ever,” you simper, giving him a genuine smile. He cleared his throat, taking in your evening appearance, and smiled. It made your heart skip a beat. “You look great, not that you never have. I’ve just never seen you look like,” he gestured at your outfit. A slight blush adorned the top of his ears and nose. “You look great, too,” you compliment him. He briefly let go of your shoulders and ran his hand over his nape. “Do you want to dance?”
Of course, you dummy, you quipped mentally, extending your arm to him and taking the lead for once.
You had danced with DK for hours, yet the night seemed timeless. You had let yourself go, relishing in the chaos of your end-of-year dance, and couldn’t have asked for a better dance partner. Your lab partner.
It was a quarter till midnight when you two got off the dance floor. You sat at a table, rolling your neck, when a glass of lemonade invaded your line of sight. “Lemonade,” DK sang as he pulled his chair closer to yours. “Thanks.” You casually sipped the drink, staring at him from your peripheral vision. You smirked louder than you thought you would, given that the object of your attention was now staring at you in curiosity. “What’s so funny? Is it the way I drank my lemonade?” he feigned offense. “No, it has nothing to do with that. But it was a sight no less,” you pester to his dismay. “It’s just funny how a few months ago, I was about to kick you out of your seat before knowing who you were, and now I’m sitting next to you at prom.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” he asked, playing with the rim of his cup.
“It’s a good thing.” You sat up in your chair a bit, scooting over to the edge of your chair. Your thighs grazed each other as you placed your hand on his knee. “There’s a reason I came to the dance tonight. DK I-”
“I like you too.”
Huh? You blink, processing what you just heard. “I’m sorry, what did you say? Like right now, what did you say?” Your heart rattled violently like a caged bird. The heat radiating from your heart as it spread through your body consumed you; it only got worse when you felt DK place his hand over yours as he gently snickered.
“I said I like you too. I’ve liked you for a while.”
Oh god. He liked you. He actually liked you. You felt like you were going to combust. Your heart couldn’t handle the intensity of its movements and how it swelled with DK’s sudden confession. “How did- How do you know I like you? I didn’t even get to tell you,” you muttered.
He dug into the pocket of his pants and handed you a note. Your note. The note you thought you’d lost to fate. “I found this note by my book bag on Valentine’s Day. I thought, no, I knew it was yours. All those months of sharing notes and papers with you paid off” He lightly squeezed your hand under his with a light chuckle. “I started liking you a while after that. But I didn’t know how to approach you about my crush without making you feel weird. So, I just decided to shoot my shot for once if I saw you today.”
You gulped, staring at him as his eyes shone madly…for you. You flipped the note over, and in worn-out penmanship was the confession you’d written all those months ago.
I like you. I’ve liked you for a while now. I’m just too shy to tell you.
However, written under it in a different penmanship- one you knew all too well.
I like you too. ♡
“That’s kind of funny. I decided today would be the last time I’d try to confess my feelings for you after thinking I messed up the first time.”
“But you didn’t.”
“But you didn’t.” you felt your heartbeat start to skip normally as it usually did when you were DK. You hadn’t blown your confession, and he liked you back. You desperately tried to bite back the smile that was forming on your face as happy tears threatened to poke out of your tear ducts.
DK leaned in closer, diminishing the little space between each other, and he placed a light peck on your cheek. You held your cheek as you felt tingles adorning your face. He playfully bit his lip before giving you his signature smile—the smile you loved.
“Boyfriend and girlfriend right now?” he prodded, wiggling his eyebrows. “No,” you laugh. “Boyfriend and girlfriend after prom?” he asked, hoping you’d entertain the idea. “Mmm, how about no,” you laugh as he stands up, taking both your hands in his. “Can you at least give me the honor of dancing the last slow dance with you?” he begged. “Now that, I’ll agree to.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” he sighs, pulling you up as you run towards the dance floor.
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“ken,” you hum softly, laid ontop of draken with your chests pressed to eachother, as you admire how his features are outlined in the city lights that flicker outside your window. the onyx strands of his long hair are fanned across the pillow, and you carress the soft, dark locks, as you repeat his name. “ken.”
“mhm?” he answers, voice hoarse with sleep. his eyes open up in slits, not yet completely asleep — still having some energy left to listen to whatever you’re about to say.
you smile a little at how relaxed he is; a result of how you’d pushed him onto the bed on his stomach as soon as he was out of the shower, and kneaded all the tension and stiffness out of his muscles with your hands — pressing kisses to his skin and feeling him shiver under you as you worked on him, doing your best to help him unwind.
“how were you even single,” you murmur, bringing your hands up and cupping his cheeks in them, strong jaw hard against the heels of your palms. he looks so sweet, eyes barely open as they meet yours. “when we met? you’re way too handsome to be single.”
there’s a little pause after your question — a silence, in which draken contemplates an answer, tries to pick one to give you.
there are many answers he could give, most of them bluntly truthful and painful to face, and when you realize that fact (because you know, you know the things he’s been through. he’s told you.) you feel a hint of guilt—
but before it can spread, before it can envelope you along with the silence and cause you to pull away or apologize, he smiles.
draken smiles, lets out a breathy little chuckle, and his lips move just a little when he murmurs softly, “probably ‘cause fate wanted to lead me straight to you.”
you lay still for a second, still draped over his chest — and after a blink, you regain composure, too. grinning, you lean closer, and gently bump your nose with his. “that’s cheesy, ken. didn’t know you were a cliche.”
“only for you,” he exhales, reaching out slowly, muscled arm wrapping across your back as he grips you by the nape and pulls you in for a kiss. “’m a cliche, and a sap, and everything in between. for you.”
“really?” you push, kissing him back. “name some things you’d do for me, then. since you’re such a sap for me.” he groans against your lips, body still slack and relaxed, but when you pull back and tap him on the temple, asserting your need for his answer, he opens his eyes wider.
“alright, alright.” he mumbles. “let me think.”
honestly, you don’t need draken to list down things he would do for you — because during the years you’ve been together, you’ve seen enough of his gestures of love and affection for you.
this house itself, with its cozy living room, clean bathroom and full kitchen— was a token, of all the effort you and draken have both put into your love for eachother.
the very bed you both are laying on right now, built up by draken’s two hands, sheeted and blanketed by yours — a fine omen to your shared devotion to one another.
but it’s nice to hear it, anyway. draken clears his throat, opens his mouth, and you listen eagerly, eyes sparkling expectantly.
“i would …” he begins, frowning as he thinks. “make my own brand of engine, one day. it would work smoothly, run fast and steady, and never break down. if it did, then it would be easy and quick to fix.”
huh? “what does that—” you begin, but draken shushes you, brings an index finger to your lips and tells you, hold on, baby. so you close your mouth and keep listening.
“it would be everything good,” he says. “and nothing bad that can’t be easily understood and fixed.”
“uh huh,” you lay your chin on his chest, watching as he pauses to think clearly through the sleep that’s clouding his mind. “and … it would last long. forever. or as long as forever is, for you.”
“is that possible?” you muse, and he shrugs his shoulders, lashes fluttering as he tries to stay awake for you. “i’m just thinking of— of an engine that would run like you and me.”
there’s a moment of quiet, before it hits you — before what he’s trying to say makes sense, and you cant help the way you sit up, knees straddling his sides as you straighten up and burst out laughing. “god, ken! have you always been like this? so cheesy?”
“shut it, it’s late.” draken scowls, pushing you back and sitting up, and the headboard creaks as he uses it to support himself. when he shushes you again, you put a hand over your mouth and giggle — and he can’t help but laugh with you, because you’re so fucking cute when you’re happy, when you’re giggling at him; what else is he supposed to do?
shifting your position and taking your rightful seat in his lap, you place your hands on his shoulders, warming your hands by rubbing gentle circles across them before you cup his face in them again. “mm, so you would build an engine that runs smooth, easy and lasts forever. just like our love?”
“yeah,” he grunts, eyes heavy, but still looking gently at you with them. “and i’d name it after you.”
“no way,” you pinch his cheeks, leaning close so you can give him a peck on the lips. “you’d name it after me?”
“i just said i would, baby.” he hums, tilting his face a little as he kisses you back. “are you even listening?”
maybe you’re not listening, you think — because in that moment, the lights coming through your window flicker; maybe a car passed the street, or a late night bus. and as the lights blink, so does the glimmer in draken’s eyes, and the soft indigo hues that paint the slants of his face and neck.
and fuck, he’s so beautiful, you could lose your mind. “would you … change D & D MOTORS to my name, if i asked?”
“no,” he scoffs. “inui would riot.”
“he wouldnt,” you pout, tangling your arms around his neck and pressing yourself to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. you faintly feel his heart beating, as your chests touch, and a tender warmth fills you as you listen to the pulse. “he’s nice.”
“hmph,” he mocks, hugging you to him and sliding his fingers in your hair. a pleasant shiver runs through your body as he scratches your scalp, and you hum in satisfaction.
outside, the night is cold — it’s warm with your bodies so close together, draken’s big, muscled form providing you all the heat you need; but you would have to get some blankets before you actually settle down to sleep.
“and what would you do?” he asks, before you can think of climbing off him to go get the extra blankets. his voice is even softer now, feeling drowsy again, with how comfortable you feel on him. “for me, since you love me so much.”
“hmm,” you hum, turning your head up and locking eyes with him again, as he looks down at you. you lift your hand, and drag a finger down the slope of his nose, and tap his lips. “i would … stay with you.”
“what does that mean? he asks, and you press a kiss to his collarbone, before you continue. "i would stay with you. simple as that. i’ll stay with you, ken. i’ll stay, and i’ll love you. i’ll be here, when you wake up in the morning. be here, when you fall asleep at night. i’ll … be the love you store in that engine you’ll make.”
he stares, gaze focused, as you whisper. “i’ll love you forever. and i’ll stay with you forever. as long as forever is, for you.”
there’s another silence, before draken nudges you up, and when you sit up, he places his hands around your waist, and pulls you close. kissing you softly, gently, he sighs, just a hint of amusement hiding under his sleepy tone. “look who’s the cliche now.”
and you don’t miss a beat, with your answer. “a cliche, and a sap, and everything in between. all for you, ken.”
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