genre/s: comfort, angst, fluff, established relationship/domestic au, hyunjin x gn reader
wc: ~1.6k
warnings: use of petnames (lovey, baby)
a/n: this is based on “paranoid” by lauv :))) it has a similar format to “forevermore” from this series but with a lot more elaboration !! it’s been a bit challenging to think of ways to write for him lately, but this is an idea i’ve had for a while now so... i tried </3 lol. i hope u enjoy it despite the sad bits oops :DDD
‘ smile when you're sleeping
wonder who you're dreaming of ’
he’s always loved watching you as you sleep. if able, he stays up until whenever it might be that you finally drift off. as your hands remain tightly wrapped around his body, your face aglow from the kaleidoscopical light streaming into the bedroom through the blinds, he watches and listens to you breathe. in, out. in, out. your chest inflates and diminishes with each deep, restful breath. your face rests in the palm of his hand. observing you intently, he notices as the corners of your lips begin to curl. a smile. endearing, entrancing… unnerving. he hopes you’re dreaming of something pleasant. something you might share with him come morning. he hopes you’re dreaming of him. he hopes, he prays.
but what if it isn’t? his heartbeat hastens.
‘ after all of these nights, laying right by your side
how could my brain make me feel so far? ’
maybe it’s selfish, he ponders, to be thinking this way. to assume the worst. to wonder if there’s someone you could be fantasizing about that isn’t him. it’s unfair. for all he knows, you could be dreaming of something unrelated entirely. he runs his thumb over your cheekbone, grazing the soft skin on your face with such adoration. such love. like he’s done so many times before. and yet, he believes that you deserve better. more. he always has. and he hates himself for it.
‘ maybe it's a case of paranoia
nervous that i'll never really know ya ’
he believes knows you inside and out; frontways and backways; from top to bottom and everything in between. that’s what you tell him, too. you tell it to him all the time. and he tells you the same. because it’s true. in some ways, you know him more than he knows himself. sometimes, when he’s unsure of who he is, all it takes is one look at you to bring his feet back onto the ground. and yet, in these mid-morning moments, he falls prey to doubt. maybe it’s him. that’s what he thinks. maybe it’s just the way his mind works. almost as if a self-inflicted disease is eating away at his subconscious, doubtful thoughts infiltrating his mind against his will. it’s a consuming feeling.
you let out a bit of a sigh. your eyes blink open, straining to focus on your lover’s face in front of you. he feels terrible for waking you. but you don’t know that.
“you’re awake,” you murmur, voice raspy and quiet.
“mhm,” he hums.
“why?”
he’s taken aback by the question. unsure of how to respond. you look so adorable to him. heavy-eyed and somnolent. “it’s nothing. go back to sleep,” he says. it’s not nothing. but he’s embarrassed. why is he embarrassed? it’s you. he shouldn’t be embarrassed. and yet, he is.
“are you sure?” you ask, letting out an involuntary yawn. he’s so enamored by you. you don’t even realize it, because how could you? he looks toward you so fondly. with such endearment. he wants to tell you everything that’s on his mind. but he just can’t.
“i’m sure,” he reassures you. he places his hand upon your cheek, holding your face in his hand as if that’s what it was made to do. it always seems to fit so perfectly. he flashes a meek, forced half-smile at you. you know he’s lying.
instead of refuting his response, you decide not to push. you know he has moments of self-doubt and what he would consider weakness. and you know it’s not his fault. more so than anything, you know that you love him. so, you sit up, elbow propped up against the mattress. you turn on the lamp sitting upon your bedside table, illuminating the room with a dim, creamy tint. you rest your hand upon your lover’s chest and lean into him. he brings his hands to cup your face, pulling you closer. you kiss each other tenderly. his lips waltz across yours, just as they always do; smooth, sultry, with a twinge of honey-like sweetness. you love to kiss his bottom lip, gently tugging at it with your own. and you know he loves it too. especially as it prompts him to thread his fingers through your hair, passionately pulling you even closer to him and kissing you even deeper. you sink into his touch. this isn’t lust. it’s familiarity. it’s healing. it’s the only thing that speaks louder than words. it’s love.
he takes a small, shaky breath, breaking away from you. a single tear droplet emerges from the corner of his eye as he looks up at you.
his lip quivers. your heart breaks.
“i love you,” you whisper, swiping the tear off of his cheek. you lay back down beside him, head resting on his shoulder as you caress his face with the tips of your fingers. you place a soft kiss against his cheek, wanting nothing more than to be impossibly close to him; absorbing his emotions and freeing him from whatever might be troubling him.
“i know that…” he trails off, unable to connect his eyes with yours. “but…” he screws them shut, raising his palm to cover them as his lips contort themselves.
he’s crying.
“i know that,” he repeats. but this time, he sounds angry. angry with himself. he knows that you love him. and he’s ashamed that his brain could ever make him think otherwise.
you don’t know what else to do other than hold him, wrapping your arms around his form. “baby,” you mutter, almost inaudibly. a tear of your own taunts your waterline. you hate seeing him like this. especially when seemingly unprovoked. you know he’s been listening to the voices in the back of his mind again. it’s plain to see.
“i just-” he starts, cut off by his own convulsions. in between sobs and shallow breaths, he stammers, “i… i don’t…” when he realizes he’s unable to release a full sentence, his face turning a harsh shade of red and his eyes wired shut, he reaches out to wrap his arms around your waist and pulls himself closer to you. he places his head against your chest. “i don’t know…”
you stay like this for a few minutes. he shudders against you, choked sobs escaping the lips from which he’s always complimented you, called for you, kissed you… it’s painful to listen to. and even more disheartening to see. as he settles down, you continue to stroke his hair, running your fingertips along his scalp to soothe him. he learns to breathe with you. with every inhale, he mimics the feeling. in, out. in, out. though shaky still, his sobs turn to sniffles and his convulsions fade into calm.
eventually, he looks up at you. his eyes are puffy, similarly to the state in which he wakes, though they remain slightly pink-tinted and dampened from the strain of his tears. “i love you, too,” he mumbles. “and i’m sorry.”
“sorry?” you repeat, confused. “lovey...” you tuck a few strands of pitch-dark hair behind his ear. the skin is still red from emotion and embarrassment. “you have nothing to be sorry about.”
he looks away, shifting around to get even more comfortable against you. his arms are still wrapped around your figure, fingers gently toying with the fabric of your shirt as a means of distraction. after a pause, he continues. “i’m sorry that i get so scared.” he sniffles, drained from weeping so intensely. he sounds stuffy. it would almost be endearing if he wasn’t so distraught.
‘ but baby, i love you
and baby, i’d love to
not be… ’
“it’s not your fault,” you assure him. you know how he feels. with each new day waking up beside him, you’re met with a sense of unworthiness. he’s just so lovely. and he makes you feel like nobody’s ever made you feel before. knowing him and loving him are truly your greatest pleasures in life. sometimes, you even feel selfish for keeping him so close to your heart. it’s as if you hold onto his hands as tightly as you do to prevent him from letting go. as if your grip on his waist whenever he hovers atop your frame is not just an expression of want, but of need. as if at a moment’s notice, he could find someone better than you; someone more deserving of his loving gaze, his angelic laugh, the honor of lulling him to sleep with kisses and reciprocative sentiments of endearment… someone more deserving of the opportunity to love him. still, he feels the same way about you. and you can never quite comprehend the reason why.
“i know. but i wish it would just go away.” he pauses, still fiddling with your top.
“i do too,” you mutter.
he then sits up, readjusting to lay his head down beside your neck. his hand settles upon your stomach, thumb lightly rubbing your skin through the thin layer of cotton. his lips brush against your neck, barely touching it at all. so delightful. your fingers remain entwined in his lustrous tresses. “promise...” he begins, whispering into your skin before finally pressing his lips against you. his voice ripples through your mind like a wave. he speaks with such purity. such sincerity. such need. “you’ll stay with me.” he breaks away, looking straight into your eyes. you look right back into his.
“i promise.”
“...forever?” he adds, stifling a smile. he has to be sure.
you tease him. “will you stay with me forever?”
he snaps out of his almost-contentedness, a serious expression taking shape upon his winsome face once more. “i promise,” he confirms. “i promise, baby. i will.”
“then i will, too.” you smile, gently pecking his lips with yours. as his eyes flutter open once again, blinking intently, he smiles. a wide-eyed, rosy-cheeked, ever-precious smile. the smile for which your heart beats. the smile that only you can evoke, reserved simply for moments such as these. maybe you do deserve it after all. and maybe, he thinks, he deserves the evocation.
‘ ...paranoid. ’
tags: @stayndays, @hanniiesuckle17, @leggomylino, @freckledberries, @pixielix, @kisskissbanggang, @mr-jisung-main, @childofthecosmos, @changnuggie, @kpopscape, @skzwriternet, @hyunsins, @sleepylixie, @sunshine-skz, @vera-liscious, @moonlit-lixie, @thatrandomoneinthecorner, @siedhr ( join my tag list !! )
genre/s: fluff, established relationship/domestic au, hyunjin x gn reader
wc: ~630
warnings: none !
a/n: this is part of the @skzwriternet “first snow” collab event !! as the prompt reads, “there’s a common saying that whoever you connect eyes with during the first snow, you are destined to spend forever with” …enjoy :D
waking up with hyunjin by your side has always been a joy. especially when it became a daily activity. you moved in together during the summer, which didn’t lend itself to nearly as much cuddle time as the wintertime has. thus, you’ve both taken any chance you can get to make each other feel warm.
this morning feels a bit more crisp than usual. when you open your eyes, you’re met with a great sense of wintry fondness. facing away from the window, body tucked under hyunjin’s warm embrace from behind, you take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, chilly breeze. it cascades from the window pane, swiftly seeping into the room.
you hear a murmur behind you.
carefully, you shift your position, turning to face him. the blueish morning light streaming through the window is sharp, sending your eyes into a blinking frenzy before settling. you look at your lover. he’s still half asleep. but you’re awake, so he’s awake. his brow furrows. you giggle.
you place a coy peck upon the plump smoothness of his bottom lip. “good morning,” you whisper, your hand reaching up to cup his face. your thumb strokes back and forth against the soft expanse of his cheek as he opens his eyes; two glinting, gleaming, glossy lenses with all of last night’s stars tucked away inside. he looks so adorable when he’s sleepy.
he pouts. “good night,” he remarks, shutting his eyes once again and tightening his grasp around you, pulling himself further toward your frame. he snuggles into your chest, taking a deep breath and clinging to you as if you’d crumble to pieces if he wasn’t there to hold you together. you giggle again at his words and actions. you don’t blame him. you’re sleepy too. you look upon him just as you always do; with adoration. tucking a lock of his lengthy, sable black hair behind his ear, you gently scratch the back of his head with the tips of your fingernails. you take a second to admire his facial features - to marvel at the gentleness of his nostrils as a steady stream of breath enters and exits his nose; to count the beauty marks which decorate his supple skin… one, two, three, four, five…
you glance out the window, once again met with the visual pang of morning glow as you listen intently to your lover’s tender breath. though, as your squinting eyes adjust to the view, you realize the source of the crispness you endured as you awoke.
it’s the first snow of the season.
“hyunjin! baby, look,” you whisper-shout, pointing to the sight. you sit up slightly, which prompts him to lift himself up a bit as well.
“wh-what is it…” he groggily mutters, turning his head toward the glass pane as well. you caress his back as he, too, takes a second to get used to the light, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. however, once he sees the wispy flakes of bright white wintriness, his eyes widen.
you’ve both been waiting for this. you both know about that old saying. hyunjin’s ecstatic.
he turns back toward you, sitting up further. he gently cups your face with his hands. “you’re the love of my life,” he whispers, puffy eyes gazing into yours and lips curving into a loving smile. the feeling that courses through you as his warm hands settle against your cheeks is something akin to that of sipping hot cocoa; toasty, homely, revitalizing. love.
and so, with the swell of a thousand snow showers whisking through your steadily beating heart, you place your hand upon his, looking into and reply.
“and you’re mine.”
forever… forever.
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genre/s: comfort, fluff, established relationship/domestic au, hyunjin x gn reader
wc: ~1.2k
warnings: body image/self esteem issues
a/n: the title is a pun get it DSFJK anyways- i got this idea a while back but i thought the new @districtninewriters writers’ room prompt for the week suited it well so i decided to put it into action :)) just some light hearted comfort loveliness :)))) i hope u enjoy!
“baby, i have to go at some point,” you say, chuckling as hyunjin clings onto your sweater sleeve for dear life. if he grabs it any tighter, you think he might rip the cotton fabric straight off.
“but why? stay here,” he whines. though sleepy and quiet, he’s persistent. and, as you look down on his pouty, puffy morning face with closed eyes and furrowed brows, your heart pangs with the urge to do as he wishes.
giggling, you continue your attempt to begin your day. “i have to go return the pants i bought the other day. now, will you please-”
he lets go. immediately. you’re almost sent backward. “...what?” he asks, opening his eyes for the first time all morning. “why?”
“what do you mean, why?” you laugh again. he’s so cute. yet, he’s so concerned... what for?
“why do you have to return them? i thought you liked them.”
“i… i did…”
well… you thought you would when you purchased them. they were black dress pants with a form that hugged the shape of your legs; perfect for going out… however, you couldn’t overlook the way your stomach appeared to protrude from them. it’s something you always forget about when you find an article of clothing you like. but every time you try something on, you’re reminded. that’s why right now, you’re wearing a sweater of his that’s long enough to cover the mass your eyes tend to zoom in on through your jeans. you hate it. the feeling will pass in a matter of days… but it always comes back.
“i changed my mind after trying them on,” you continue, curtly.
he sits up, pulling the covers off of his form and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. he takes your hand in his. “but why? they looked so good on you.”
you gaze into his wide, glimmering irises. you don’t want to lie to him; you couldn’t. he already knows something’s wrong. he always does.
“well…” your eyes fall upon your interlocked hands, rubbing his fingers with your thumb to distract yourself from the task at hand. he places his other hand against the junction of your waist and hip, an area of your body upon which his hands fit perfectly. yet, right now, it stings.
“you can tell me anything, baby,” he assures you.
you begin again. “i thought i looked… fat… in them,” you murmur.
he appears confused. “what?”
“my… my stomach… i don’t know. i just didn’t like them on me, so i’m returning them. it’s not a big d-”
“yes it is,” he argues. you look back into his eyes. he’s completely awake now. you didn’t realize how passionate he’d become. but, when he cuts you off, you’re shocked.
he pauses, his tone and expression softening. “stay for a little while. please?”
you nod. honestly, you didn’t feel like going anyway. you just felt like you had to. you weren’t excited to return the pants; lying to the cashier at the clothing store and telling them that they didn’t fit, saying “no” to their offer to try another size, and accepting a store credit, only to never end up using it anyway.
he lifts the covers and lets you slip back inside, jeans and all. he settles next to you, head resting closely beside your stomach. he’s propped up against his hand, his face at a close proximity to the place that troubles you the most. you watch as he lifts the fabric of your sweater to reveal your belly, goosebumps forming all across your body from both the physical contact and his gaze upon your body. he’s seen you countless times, in countless places and with countless loving thoughts racing across his mind. in this moment, he recalls those thoughts, wondering if he’s done you a disservice by not sharing every single one. but he can’t think about that right now.
you stretch your arm down in an effort to hide your physical reaction to his touch. but, alas, he’s quick to protest.
“no,” he whispers, eyes flicking back up at your face. “i want to see you.” a pause. “if you’ll let me.” you simply close your eyes. you know you’re in good hands, in all forms of the phrase, but once again, your insecurities have clouded your lens.
still, hyunjin always knows just how to fix it.
he places his hand on the far side of your stomach, holding onto your waist and kneading your skin with his thumb. he leans down to press a kiss upon your skin before closing his eyes and leaving a trail of more. with each one, you jolt ever so slightly. it’s a bizarre new feeling.
he opens his eyes again. “hello, tummy,” he says, his voice low and endeared. you giggle. he shushes you with a silly, mockingly grave expression on his face. “we’re having a moment,” he exclaims.
‘we’, of course, referring to the love of your life and your stomach. how romantic.
nevertheless, he turns back to your middle and continues. “anyways… i just wanted you to know that i love you…” a kiss. “and i think…” another. “that you’re perfect.” three kisses, back to back, on all different areas along the expanse of your skin. then, he shifts the placement of his hand, rubbing back and forth over you.
you love him. you know you do, and you always have. it never wavers, nor diminishes. but sometimes you forget how poignant your love for him really is. it’s times like these, however, when you recall the feeling. you love him. you really do.
“and whenever this one,” he remarks, pointing to you, “tells you you’re not perfect… don’t listen.” he cheekily looks up at your face. your face, enveloped in warmth, smiling from ear to ear, and looking back at him like he’s the only boy you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.
he loves you. he really does.
“come here, dork,” you say to him. he giggles, pulling your sweater over your stomach, but leaving his warm hand underneath. he climbs over to you and lays down beside you, his face nestled in the crook of your neck.
“it’s true.” he kisses your skin, still massaging your waist with his thumb. “i love your belly. don’t be mean to it, or else you’ll have to go through me,” he threatens, prompting a full laugh from you. he chuckles alongside you, getting comfortable in bed once again. though his initial motives were selfish, he’s glad he coerced you into staying home, at least for a few minutes.
“fine. i’ll try.”
“you’ll try?! didn’t you hear what i said?” and suddenly, he begins tickling the skin on your belly. you squirm underneath his grasp, uncontrolled laughter spewing from your lips. “promise me you’ll be nicer to your tummy and i’ll stop tickling you!” he continues wiggling his fingers, travelling all over your body and emphasizing his efforts on your sides, which he knows is the most ticklish part of your frame.
“stop! stop it, stop! hyunjin!” you plead in between harsh breaths and unsuppressed laughter. though, the smile plastered on your face indicates to him that his endeavors have been successful.
he begins laughing as well, the corners of his eyes and the edges of his lips raising into a perfect, joyous little smile. “do you promise?”
“yes!” you shout, desperate to be rid of the feathery feeling of his fingers that prompts your body to contort itself against your will. “i promise!”
“good!” he responds, giggling into your neck while lifting his leg over yours and trapping your whole body in his embrace. “now stay here with me~” he coos.
...and who are you to say no?
tags: @magglesx, @crscendoforsung, @stayndays, @hanniiesuckle17, @leggomylino, @freckledberries, @pixielix, @skzctnightnight, @serenityswords-main, @childofthecosmos, @changbinniee, @kpopscape, @skzwriternet, @hyunsins, @sleepylixie, @ncityluvvs (send a 🍓 in my ask box to be added for skz !)
genre/s: fluff, established relationship/domestic au, hyunjin x gn reader
wc: 1k
warnings: none !
a/n: this is part of @yunhoreos / @jaehy97 ’s blissful birthdays series as well as @districtninewriters’s weekly writers’ room !! :DD i’ve always wanted to write something based on or including poetry i’ve written hehe.. as always, i hope u enjoy it !! happy birthday to my happiness, hwang hyunjin !!!!
“i, um… i wrote you something,” you say, lifting your head off of hyunjin’s shoulder from your cozy spot on the couch. you’re a bit embarrassed. hyunjin knows of your affinity for poetry. he has a similar knack for drawing, and you often share your creations with each other. however, this is different. with this day being his birthday, you wanted to make him something special. it was difficult to keep it from him, but you’d worked diligently for the past few nights in order to perfect it. you’re honestly much more nervous than you’d anticipated. it’s only hyunjin. you spend every possible waking moment in his company, yet you feel a twinge of worry.
“really?” he asked in return, adjusting his arm which resides around your shoulders, keeping you close to him. his eyes fall upon you with awe. “for me? you didn’t have to-”
“i wanted to,” you interject.
you knew he’d oppose it. if it were up to him, you wouldn’t gift him a thing, let alone write him a poem. nevertheless, his heart skips a small beat, growing fuller by the second. you can see it in the way his lips instinctively curl upward at the ends, uplifting his cheekbones. “one sec.” you swiftly rise to your feet, rushing into the bedroom to retrieve the page onto which you’d transcribed the finalized poem from your bedside drawer. you look it over one last time. at the very least, you hope it makes him smile.
you return to the living room and hand the page over to hyunjin, yet he refuses it. “read it to me,” he suggests, calmly. a small smile graces his sunlit face. the sun always knows just how to highlight his sculpted features in the midday. you could honestly write a poem on the spot about that alone.
you clear your throat a bit, adjusting the sheet of paper. your hands tremble. you don’t know why you’re this nervous. but you just hope your words can convey how you truly feel. thus, with a breath, you begin.
“you make me think in sonnets and psalms; connected in rhyme like the lines in our palms. the honey-like sweetness that drips from your lips is tender enough to absolve all my qualms. i know that at times you make mountains of moments, that your hands would grow cold without someone to hold them; but despite your afflictions, both new and old, what are my hands if not yours to hold?”
you pause as he stands up, slowly walking around the coffee table and toward you. you briefly glance up from the page to reveal his smiling face as he approaches you. he stands in front of you, eyes drifting down to the page as his hands rest themselves on your waist. he looks so smitten. so pleased. you remain paused for a moment, briefly distracted by the pads of his fingers as they trace your shape. his eyes travel back to yours. you continue.
“what are my lips if not yours to kiss? for what does my heart beat if not for this? the glimmering eyes that gaze toward me now are lovely enough to evoke gleaming bliss. so here’s to more memories, more loving and praise; to sunlight that streams through the blinds while we lay; to all the i-love-yous we’ve still yet to say… i love you, hwang hyunjin. and-”
suddenly, before you’ve the chance to end the poem, his hand raises to cup your cheek and gently pull your face forward. your eyes flutter closed as his lips connect with yours. he places his other hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss as his thumbs softly sweep across your skin. your lips, just as during any of the kisses you’ve previously shared, meld with his. you didn’t lie when you compared the pleasantness of his lips to the mellow sweetness of honey.
gradually, you break away from him. “you didn’t let me finish the line,” you huff, pretending to frown. but all he can do is smile that grand smile of his. the type of smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle; the type that brings out the small dimples above his upper lip; the type that shows off his perfect, pearlescent teeth; the type that, unbeknownst to him, makes your heart beat just a little bit faster. he just can’t help it.
“i love you, too,” he replies, disregarding your complaint. his voice is as endearing as ever; low-toned, genuine… he means what he says and you can feel it. you smile back at him, prompting him to remove his hands from your face and gently pull your page away, placing it down on the table behind him. you drape your arms over his shoulders as your foreheads come into soft contact. he then pulls you even closer by the waist, hands fitting against your sides like two pieces of one puzzle. because that’s what you are to him. his other half. you didn’t need to write him a poem. he knows it and you know it. in fact, he’ll feel guilty about it for days. sure, it’s his special day and all, but you didn’t need to write him a poem. you wanted to. and for that he’ll be forever grateful. he’ll want to repay you for it in time. little does he know his smile is all the repayment you’ll ever need.
his lips brush against yours; barely there, like the whisper of a summer breeze, dancing across your lips. “happy birthday,” you mutter, pressing your lips against his with a hint more fervor. the last phrase of the poem.
he begins to sway from side to side, guiding your hips to follow his movements. “thank you,” he replies, hushed almost to a whisper. “i loved it. i love you.”
and thus, you stand, shifting to and fro alongside the keeper of your heart; your muse. an imaginary melody plays for only you two, echoing against the walls of your humble home. it’s a familiar song. a comforting one, timed precisely to the shared tempo of your beating hearts. he knows no other way he’d prefer to spend his birthday, nor the rest of his life: slow dancing in the living room, head filled with your lyrical expressions of love, face aglow with pride and ardor... all for you.
if one thing is for certain, you think, i’m yours and you are mine. like sunbeams through the curtain, our love will always shine.
happy birthday, my dear loverboy. ♡
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♡ welcome to the domus amoris universe !! here you’ll find yourself in the arms of the one you love, destined for comfort by the stars’ decree. two hearts in one home. it’s a quaint home, yet its coziness and moonlit beauty have become the perfect setting for you and hyunjin to live, love, and navigate your emotions. nobody else exists, and nothing else matters.
♡ in other words... this isn’t an official series. rather, this is a setting of my creation in which i’ll write a hyunjin imagine every once in a while :) this post is to serve as a “masterlist” of sorts where you can find all the fics set in this lovely lil home !
♡ notes ;
genres will include fluff, romance, suggestive, hurt/comfort, and potentially even angst. however, there will be no smut.
these are in no particular order and can be read without having read any of the other parts (unless otherwise specified).
this post will be updated after each piece is published, and there is no set posting schedule.
with that being said, if you’d like to be tagged in these fics and are not already on my skz tag list, please send a 🌠 emoji to my ask box to be added to the list. if you’re on my tag list and would like to be taken off for this series, let me know as well.
if you have any ideas for me, feel free to use the suggestion box !
♡ enjoy your stay at domus amoris. ♡
if you’d like, you can also listen to the playlist as you read :)
genre/s: fluff, comfort, suggestive (heH), established relationship/domestic au, hyunjin x gn reader
wc: ~2k MWAHAHAHAHA
warnings: descriptions of pain i guess? kinda? lol
a/n: i’m super excited to see what y’all think of this one! it’s based on a suggestion from @chogiwow hehe thank u ivy ♡♡ if you ever have a suggestion for the series feel free to check out the suggestion box !!
hyunjin always hates bothering you with trivial things. or at least things he would deem so. he knows you’d go to the ends of the earth to support him and provide aid for whatever might be troubling him - and he for you. you share the same home, the same heart, and the same devotion to each other. what’s yours is his, and vice versa. yet, even on a day like today, he feels it unnecessary to burden you with his troubles. he doesn’t want them to become yours.
and yet, he underestimates the bond you share. he should know by now that no matter what, there’s no way to hide from you. whenever you’re upset, troubled, in pain, or in conflict, verbal confirmation isn’t necessary. he just knows. it’ll be the way you breathe; sighing with every exhale, furrowing your brow as you breath in. or the way you look at him; your soft smile laced with a twinge of pitiable sorrow, eyes drinking in his features as a means of momentary distraction before you avert them somewhere else. or even the way you touch him; slower, fluidly, with a soft sense of urgency that you might not even realize.
but that’s exactly how you can tell there’s something wrong today. he’s been quiet with his voice but his actions speak volumes. you sit next to him on the couch, offering him his cup of tea. he holds the cup in both of his hands for a bit, one through the handle and one on the outside. he neglects to thank you in favor of letting out a deep, sighing breath. you glance at him with concern, taking a sip from your own drink. the hot liquid, dulled only slightly by smooth creaminess, creates a great deal of warmth inside you despite the subtle chill in the room. it’s chamomile, just as he likes it.
“you okay?” you ask, setting your cup down onto a coaster on the table. he nods to you, a passive smile spread across his face. he looks at you with a palpable longing in his eyes; one he can’t control even if he tried. “are you sure?” you shift closer to him, placing a comforting hand on his thigh, right above the knee. you rub back and forth with your thumb, a gesture you know he’s always found both endearing and soothing. maybe he’s cold, you think. it could explain his tight grip on the warm cup. “i can grab a blanket if you need-”
“no. it’s-” he starts. however, he hesitates. he stops. barely opening his mouth, he lets out an “i’m… fine.”
you know he’s lying. not out of spite or with malicious intent, but because he feels the same way you do whenever something’s wrong. one would think that after all this time, it’d be easier to confide in each other about superficial things without having to worry. but it’s not in either of your nature. “really?” you question, lifting your legs onto the sofa. you cross them, turning to fully face the boy you love; the boy you want to protect and provide for at all costs.
he nods again with a long, hard blink. he looks pained. it makes your heart twitch a little.
he leans over to set his teacup down onto the table before placing a hand on your waist. “c’mere,” he breathes out, once again opening his mouth only as far as he must to get a word in. you oblige, letting his hands guide your hips until you’re straddling his. he then wraps his arms around your center, looking up at you affectionately. for a brief moment, you forget your partnerly duties as you self-indulgently survey the shimmering vastness contained within his eyes. your focus lies within the chocolatey depths of his irises; cavernous pupils lit by the streaming sunlight from the living room window… what’s more, his widened, yearning eyes are further proof that he needs you right now, for reasons he’s somehow unable to tell you.
“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask, the softness of your tone fluttering across his heart like a feather on the skin; gentle, fleeting, and goosebump-inducing. he wants to tell you. you lull him further into relaxation, however, with your fingers combing themselves through his ebony locks and massaging his head in the tenderest fashion you can muster. you know how much he enjoys it. you can see it in his face when he lets his eyes close and head fall back onto the top of the sofa. and you can hear it in the way he hums in response. temporary relief. but you know you could be doing more. you glance down at his strawberry pink lips, slightly chapped from lack of use. you lean in, cupping his face with your hands and pulling your faces closer. but then, he lets out a small gasp.
his eyes shoot open, making immediate and urgent contact with yours. he’s in pain.
“i’m so sorry,” you say, taking your hands off his face.
“no! no…” he mutters. his hands travel to your sides, giving your hips a gentle squeeze.
“where does it hurt?”
he lifts a hand to the left side of his jaw, lightly rubbing back and forth. “tooth,” he says, simply.
you let out an “aw, baby,” under your breath, looking at him with concern. you hate it when he’s hurting. he hates it when you feel guilty.
“i’m okay,” he mumbles, mouth still partially closed. “i promise.”
“i know that’s not true. don’t lie.” you lift yourself off of his lap, receiving a bit of protest from your lover-made-patient.
“don’t go,” he whimpers through gritted teeth. this is just as he’d dreaded; you’re going to do everything you can to help him. and while he appreciates it, he doesn’t want you to worry. he never wants you to worry.
but you don’t want him to be feeling as bad as he does. as much as you’d love to stay here in his loving embrace, tending to him by simply being near to him, you know he’ll remain in pain. and you can’t let that go.
“i’ll only be a minute. i’m going to get you something cold to hold on it and an aspirin to take, okay?” your hands lay flat against his shoulders as you gently push yourself off the couch and onto your feet. he takes a hold of one of your hands, bringing it to his lips to place a faint kiss on the back of it.
“thank you,” he adds with a half-smile. you rub his hand with your thumb before making haste into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. you soak it in cold water, then quickly ring it out and walk back into the living room to see hyunjin in the same state you left him. however, when you enter, the brightness returns to his face. you hand him the cloth, guiding his hand up to his jaw to lightly press the coldness against the affected area. his glassy eyes never leave yours. he lets out a slight hiss at the temperature of the cloth, but quickly adjusts. you smile down upon him, a loving hand placed against his other cheek, thumb stroking back and forth against it. he smiles back at you; at least, he tries.
then, you make your way to the kitchen cabinet where all the medicine is stored. you haven’t much room to keep them in the bathroom, but you made do with what you had when you bought the apartment. besides, it’s right near the faucet, which comes in handy in instances such as these. you grab an aspirin and fill up a glass of lukewarm water. however, just as you shut off the faucet, you hear him calling.
“baby!” he whines, loud enough to be heard from the other room despite his impaired oral function. you rush back to him, medication in tow, worried for what may have happened to him while you were away. though, you were only away for a few moments. after you arrive, his expression quickly transforms from agony to relief. the cold compress is squished against his cheek. he’s adorable.
“i’m cold without you,” he murmurs with a cheeky pout.
you chuckle, letting out the breath you didn’t even realize you’d held when you heard him and came running. “do you need the blanket?”
“no,” he replies. “just need you.” squinting, he adjusts the washcloth. you really do hate seeing him like this, no matter cute he can never cease to be. so, of course, you comply.
as you approach him, he sits up, eager to be close once again. “here,” you say, handing him the cup and pill. you then settle back upon his lap, rubbing his stomach and gently holding the washcloth in place as he swallows. he hands back the empty glass, which you place on the floor beside the sofa. “good.”
he takes a deep breath while slowly snaking his hands up the back of your hoodie, pulling you closer to him. the contact between his cold fingertips and your back sends a shiver through you. “kiss?” he asks. every word that escapes his aching mouth is as light as a feather. you take a moment for this image of his face to seep into your unconscious. you’ll keep it there in case he’s ever far from you. it’s funny how memory works. some things will take temporary leave of the mind at a moment’s notice, but pictures such as this will linger for a long while.
“are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you,” you reply. you dab his jaw with the washcloth, trying to find the coldest spot to use. looking up at you with umber earnestness, he nods. you glance at his lips as they part, exposing his front teeth. they’re still clamped shut. you lay a singular, hushed peck upon his lips, still holding the compress against his cheek. you press a second kiss on the corner of his mouth, then his opposite cheek. you gaze at him once again, threading your fingers through his hair as he relaxes against the sofa for a second time.
he wraps himself further around you underneath the fabric of your sweatshirt, kneading the skin on your waist. as his eyes open, lashes fluttering and brows relaxing, he whispers, “more.”
you giggle. “is this just an excuse for kisses?” you ask, pecking his nose and cheek.
“no~,” he drawls. he leans toward you, fingers grazing over your skin and leaving your back in favor of gripping onto your hips. he swiftly latches his lips onto yours, drawing you in to deepen the kiss, as he’s unable to. and so, you do. he exhales into it, audibly relieved by the feeling. it’s almost as if the mellow, chamomile-infused sweetness of your lips provides a temporary numbness for the pain with which he’s been afflicted.
“is it feeling any better?” you ask. he looks up at you, nods, and smiles - as much as he’s able to - while his hands roam around your hips and thighs.
“thank you, baby,” he whispers. “you didn’t have to…” he trails off, squinting again. you take the washcloth off his jaw, noticing the rosy tint his skin has taken on due to the chill. gently, you drag the tip of your finger against his jawline. you then place a tender peck against it, trailing down to his neck as well.
“does this hurt?” you ask against his neck, your lips moseying back up to the point of affliction.
he lets out a deep sigh. “not at all…”
later, you’ll ask him what might have caused his pain. later, you’ll clean up the cups and drink the tea you would have otherwise forgotten about. later, in fact, you’ll keep tending to hyunjin’s toothache, ensuring that he gets some form of nourishment and some rest. but for now, you’ll stay seated on the lap of your lover; peppering kisses over his face, letting his hands roam around your form… whatever’s going to make him feel better, right?
tags: @magglesx, @crscendoforsung, @stayndays, @hanniiesuckle17, @leggomylino, @freckledberries, @pixielix, @skzctnightnight, @serenityswords-main, @childofthecosmos, @changbinniee, @kpopscape, @skzwriternet, @hyunsins, @sleepylixie, @ncityluvvs (send a 🍓 in my ask box to be added for skz !)
genre/s: fluff, established relationship au, hyunjin x gn reader
wc: ~430
warnings: none !
a/n: thank you to @delicatewerewolfsoul for suggesting this !! i actually did a bit of research for it haha. i hope y’all like it :)
with his arms on either side of you, hyunjin takes your hand in both of his. you’re seated betwixt his legs on the sofa, leaning against him with your own outstretched. “do you know what the lines on your palms mean?” he softly ponders, close behind your ear.
“um…” you start. everyone knows just a little bit about it, you think. but you never knew he did. “i know this one,” you say, pointing to a long vertical line on the side of your palm, “is the life line.”
“mhm.”
“i’m not sure what it means, though. and… this one,” you point to the line beside the last, “has something to do with how you feel about life… or something?”
“pretty much, yeah.” he replies. “do you know what this one means?” he asks. he drags his finger over the horizontal line toward the top of your palm, tracing it back and forth. the tickling sensation of his fingertip against your hand sends a shiver through you. he feels you tremble and lets out a faint giggle.
“no.”
“it’s the heart line. it shows you how you behave in your relationships.”
“tell me, then. how do i behave in my relationships?” you tease.
“well,” he begins, his finger trailing over the line once again. “your line is long, and it extends from the edges of your palm to your index finger. that means you’ll have long, happy relationships.” you smile. “you also like to take care of people... and you do a great job at it.”
you shift a bit in his lap, turning your head to face him. “you got all that from one line?”
he smirks. “i added that last part, but yeah.” you roll your eyes, turning back and getting comfortable against him once more. “but look,” he says, placing his hand on your stomach and lifting the other. “mine is the same.” his thumb rubs back and forth against the fabric of your shirt as you examine the lines in his hand. sure enough, they’re aligned. he kisses the crown of your head as you intertwine your fingers with his.
“when did you learn all this?”
“i’ve been reading about it lately. i was looking at our hands the other day and noticed all the lines were the same.” he pauses, lifting your tethered hands and pressing a kiss onto the back of yours. “it makes sense, right?”
you rub the side of his hand with your thumb, looking up at him again. “it does.” you exchange soft grins.
it really, really does.
tags: @magglesx, @crscendoforsung, @stayndays, @hanniiesuckle17, @leggomylino, @freckledberries, @pixielix, @skzctnightnight, @serenityswords-main, @childofthecosmos, @changbinniee, @kpopscape, @skzwriternet, @hyunsins, @sleepylixie, @ncityluvvs (send a 🍓 in my ask box to be added for skz !)
genre/s: comfort, angst > fluff, established relationship au, hyunjin x gn reader
wc: ~2.6k
warnings: non-sexual nudity (mc, not hyunjin; vague descriptions of body parts), anxious/depressed/self-deprecating thoughts, in-depth description of a panic attack, mc has hair that’s long enough to brush
a/n: this one’s based on a suggestion by the lovely @crscendoforsung !! i wanted to make it a bit angsty for ya since,,,, i Know You :) it’s also a pretty exact account of an experience i had as well so.. that’s fun... lol. if you ever have a suggestion for the series feel free to check out the suggestion box !!
there are always going to be times where nothing seems to be going your way. sometimes days, sometimes weeks, sometimes years… and it’s hard opening up about those things. those things that eat away at your psyche until it seems as though there’s little to nothing left; the things you never say out loud for fear they might manifest themselves; the things you even dread telling the man you love for fear of worrying him. it’s times like these where you don’t want to be heard or seen, but rather to curl up into a ball and let everything you need to out of your system. it creeps up on you. right now, as beads of hot water pierce your back and your face rests in your trembling hands, you’re reminded of this feeling. it plagues your body, haunts your thoughts… and honestly, you’re not sure how it happened. but you know that if hyunjin sees or hears you, he’ll take on your troubles as if they’re his own. so you stay quiet.
you’re honestly just confused. angry at yourself. frustrated. you’d caught yourself staring into space again. it happens every so often, but each time it does you get more and more fed up with your lack of self control. your dazed, dissociated mind will get the best of you at times. it can get to the point where, like today, you can be in the middle of a simple, everyday task - taking a shower, brushing your teeth, sometimes even doing work - and you’d just be stripped of your attention span. and, it can last for as short or as long a period of time as it so chooses. it makes you feel like you’re out of control of your own body; as if the vessel in which your spirit is contained is caving from the outside in, crushing your spirit in the process.
heart racing against your thoughts, shallow breaths rising and falling at a staggering pace, fingers trembling as you fold your hands together and squeeze them closer in a weak attempt to make it all go away. you begin to wonder why you’re like this. how you can go from applying shampoo to your hair to feeling the water grow lukewarm as your mind wanders into oblivion. oftentimes, you blame yourself, citing a simple lack of intelligence for the way your head takes over like this. you don’t even know when it began. prior to moving in with hyunjin, of course, but… were you always like this? was this always how your brain decided to occupy itself? have you always been so spacey… so vacant, so stupid? why are you like this? why are you so broken? why won’t it all just slow down or stop? why don’t you just-
whoa. where did that come from?
these thoughts strike you, almost as if you’ve been slapped in the face. your cheeks heat up as a stinging sensation overtakes your eyes. tears. droplets of disparity, dripping down the drain. what feels like a chill courses through your body, making your bones shake and joints buckle. seeing stars, your knees give out, sending you to the porcelain floor of the bathtub. you sit with your legs folded, leaning over with your face in your hands. heaving breaths, hot tears, piercing beads of water shooting out from the showerhead to the sensitive skin on your back. shaking, shuttering, ashamed. especially since you’ve given up trying to stay silent.
you hear the bathroom door creak open. shit. but just like any other instance, you can’t seem to stop convulsing nor crying.
“baby…?” you hear hyunjin’s soft, youthful voice calling to you over the running water. “baby, are you okay?” he must’ve heard you fall.
you try to catch your breath. and, of course, you fail. just like you failed to pay attention to the task at hand, failed to conceal the breathy sobs over which your lover must now worry… you’re choking on your own futility. “no,” you whisper, your face still contorting in your hands.
before you can object, a hand reaches into the shower and shuts the water off before hastily pushing the shower curtain to the side. now, more than ever, you’re hyperaware of the volume at which you’ve been sobbing. the chill of the air rises over your naked form but is quelled by hyunjin’s warm hand against your back. he’s taken a seat next to the tub, a look of concern and shock spread across his face. you can’t even look at him. you can’t bear the fact that he can see you right now. your physical bareness doesn’t even concern you. it’s the emotional nakedness that sends you deeper into your descent.
but oh, what it’s doing to hyunjin.
he feels so helpless. so terrible. so guilty. he doesn’t even know what happened, and yet his only wish is to be able to go back and stop it from happening. guilt, responsibility, fear... it’s enough to force a tear from his own eye, as well. “what’s wrong,” he whispers, his voice trembling as his face tightens and lips quiver. you can’t help but let out another bout of choked sobs and convulsions. he leans into the tub, gently pulling your wet hair out of your face and draping his arm across your bare back. he presses a kiss to your spine, then rests his cheek against you. as more teardrops emerge from his eyes, he strokes your hair. “breathe,” he murmurs. under his breath, closing his eyes, he adds, “please, breathe.”
mind you, this isn’t the first time he’s seen you like this. maybe not in the same circumstances, but you’ve had similar episodes while out in public, while doing work, or even while trying to fall asleep. however, when he’s around, he’s able to help calm you down before things get this extreme. many times, his prolonged embrace alone is enough to drag you out of your daze and back to reality. but every time he holds you close enough to feel your heart fervently pulsing within your chest, his pangs for you. whenever your heartbeats are not aligned, he wants nothing more than to trade.
you do as he says. you try to concentrate on your breathing. though your mind is still fuzzy, you rely on your senses. with the aid of hyunjin’s caresses and directions, you’re able to begin breathing at a semi-regular pace. though a stutter remains in your breathing pattern, everything seems to have slowed. he lifts himself from you, leaning toward your face to get a better look at you, regardless of the agony your aching expression puts him through. “you did so well,” he mutters. you sit up, wrapping your arms around yourself as the air hits your wet skin. “here,” he says, quickly rising to grab a towel from the metal rack on the wall. wrapping it around you, he holds onto your arms as you use the side of the tub to lift yourself up to a standing position. he helps you step out of the tub and onto the floor. despite the humidity of the confined room, the tile beneath your feet is chilling.
you sniffle, wiping your face with your hands. he takes two fistfuls of the towel and replaces your hands, patting your face dry. that’s when you notice he’d been crying too. you look into his pink tinted eyes with an overwhelming twinge of guilt. “i’m-” you croak. but he knows what you’re going to say.
“don’t be sorry,” he interjects, looking deeply into your eyes and cupping your face in his hands. “please?” you nod, averting your eyes from him. he makes you so happy. so comfortable. so at home. and yet, you feel so embarrassed. he’s seen you like this before. but the feeling never seems to lift. he licks his lips, placing a kiss against your cheek before travelling across your jaw and down to your neck. then, he begins patting you dry with the towel, gently brushing over your skin with the cotton fabric.
you’re so grateful for him. he shouldn’t have to do this for you. he shouldn’t have to care for you as if you’re a child; you should be able to do basic tasks. it’s all you can think about as he travels down your body, blotting the water off of you. so much so that it brings back the wetness in your eyes. you think you’re undeserving. you think you’re hopeless.
he stands back up, getting ready to towel dry your hair. that is, until he sees the single tear dripping down your cheek. his stomach drops. he wonders if his efforts aren’t enough. he wonders if he deserves to be the one who takes care of you. if he can’t do that, what can he do? at least that’s what he’s made himself believe.
so much unspoken.
“love, what’s wrong?” he asks, tilting your chin toward him with his thumb and forefinger.
“i…” you start. you don’t even know where to begin.
you glance away, eyes flicking to the clothes you’d picked out to wear after you showered - the main component being one of his t-shirts. he follows your eyes, hastily setting the towel down and grabbing the garments. “let’s put these on. i’ll help you.” you nod, sniffling. he gives you a bittersweet smile, crouching down to help you step into your underwear. once your undergarments and shorts are on, he picks up the t-shirt and smiles to himself. he didn’t quite recognize it as his own before. it’s a mixed feeling. he helps you into the shirt, his warm fingertips pressing against your waist as the fabric settles atop your form. his thumbs rub back and forth against the material. it’s a small gesture, but it’s soothing.
you shakily place a hand against his chest. “thank you,” you mumble, your voice still small and strained.
he gives you a half-smile before taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss onto your knuckles. you know he’s trying his best. and he knows you are too. that’s why he doesn’t prod. instead, he grabs the towel from the counter and a hairbrush with his other hand. “come on,” he says, leading you out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom. he takes a seat on the bed, his back resting on the headboard. he taps a hand to his thigh. you climb onto the bed, then onto his lap, facing him. “close your eyes, baby.” and so, you do as instructed. his efforts are beginning to elicit more endearment than guilt out of you. it’s dawning on you that he’s enjoying the surface level elements of taking care of you just as much as you’ve relished in receiving them. he wraps the towel around the back of you, placing it atop your wet head. as he massages your scalp with the towel, rubbing and compressing your dripping locks, you hum in relief. it feels so warm. he makes you feel so warm.
you take a deep breath. he smiles at you, even though you can’t see it. he thinks you’re adorable. and he’s relieved you can breathe again.
after he’s done drying your hair, he tosses the wet towel down onto the floor beside the bed and grabs the brush. placing his other hand on your waist, he says, “tell me if it hurts. if i’m hurting you, i’ll stop.”
opening your eyes, you let out a small giggle. “you could never hurt me,” you reply. and, it’s true. he never has, and he never will. you pinky swore on it a long, long time ago.
a breath escapes his nose as his smile grows wider. “ok.” he tilts your head to the side. ever so gently, he begins brushing through your still-damp hair, carefully and slowly untangling any knots. eventually, he turns your head to the other side so he can reach more of you. once your hair has been fully detangled, he places the brush down on the bedside table in favor of wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. “all done.” you encase his neck in your arms, resting your head against his shoulder. the pads of his fingertips roam all over the expanse of your back, lulling you into a relaxed state of mind.
“thank you,” you whisper into his neck.
“you don’t need to thank me.”
“yes i do,” you respond, sitting upright. “you shouldn’t have to do all of this for me. but you did. but you do.”
he cuts you off slightly, hands passionately gripping onto your hips. “i do this because i want to. we take care of each other. you would do the same for me.”
you roll your eyes. not because you’re angry or annoyed, but because what he said is true. you would do the same for him, any time. but that’s because he deserves it. why do you? “yeah, but…” you trail off, eyes drifting to the side as that familiar tingling arises in your face. your lip trembles, signalling to hyunjin that, once again, his efforts were ineffective.
“baby, what’s wrong?” he whispers, placing a hand on your cheek to draw your face back to center. you look at him, your brow furrowed and a tear escaping your eye, reaching up to hold his hand as he strokes your cheekbone with his thumb. he wipes the salty remnants of your pain off of your skin, though the sentiment remains.
you climb off of his lap. he lifts the covers and blankets so the two of you can slip inside. laying down and facing him, you let out a deep sigh.
“it’s just… it happened again,” you say. he pulls the covers over your bodies and shifts closer toward you.
he tucks your freshly brushed hair behind your ear before placing his hand upon your side. “mhm.”
“and i couldn’t concentrate on anything else. i forgot where i was, and what i was doing…” you sniffle. you don’t want to send yourself back into such an emotional state, but you want to help him understand how you’re feeling. so, you do your best to explain. everything. everything from zoning out to your body becoming fragile, and even to the feeling of worthlessness that accompanies it all.
he comes close to crying again, but he pulls himself together for your sake. he doesn’t want you to feel guilty for feeling. instead, he pulls himself closer to you and presses a kiss upon your cheek. “i’m proud of you, you know,” he says before kissing your face again.
“why?” you ask, chuckling with a slight smile spread across your lips.
“because!” he objects. he tickles your side, prompting your smile to widen and laughter to continue. “you were brave enough to tell me.”
“i thought i was a baby,” you tease. you playfully grab his hands off of you… but you know you won’t get too far.
“you’re not a baby.” he climbs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head and placing a trail of kisses along your cheek and neck. then, with his hands traveling back to your sides to tickle you some more, his voice deepens. “but you’re my baby.” you can’t help but giggle, bombarded with kisses and blushing from the contact. your reaction only eggs him on. he smiles into the crook of your neck before leaving a series of kisses against it, tickling you all the while.
sure enough, you’ve forgotten all about what had happened just an hour ago. it’s as if nothing occurred at all. not because you’re distracted, not because you’ve dismissed it, but rather because you felt comfortable enough with your lover to share your deepest, most vulnerable inner turmoil. and he received you with open arms, an even more accepting heart, and a trail of sloppily laid kisses that’ll leave a swarm of butterflies aflutter in your stomach for days to come.
he succeeded, finally. and the both of you couldn’t be more pleased.
another note: if you’ve experienced something similar to this, please know you’re far from alone, and i’m always here if you need someone to talk to. i hope this can comfort you in some way. love u ♡
tags: @magglesx, @crscendoforsung, @stayndays, @hanniiesuckle17, @leggomylino, @freckledberries, @pixielix, @skzctnightnight, @serenityswords-main, @childofthecosmos, @changbinniee, @kpopscape, @skzwriternet, @hyunsins, @sleepylixie, @ncityluvvs (send a 🍓 in my ask box to be added for skz !)
