♡ pairing: jisung x reader
♡ genre: fluff
♡ word count: 531 words
♡ note: can't help but think jisung would do this. also, please send me thoughts to change into drabbles for this series. i'm broke and out of ideas. 🥺
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the first time you caught jisung doing this, you didn't think much. just a happening in the five hours cycle of sleep the two of you shared. but that was in winter.
things however, are a lot different when you have a big, buff, muscular teddy bear on top of you, snuggling into your chest underneath the huge comfortable white blanket in the hottest day of summer. you try shoving him away and all he does is snuggle further, letting a soft grunt escape through his lips.
"sungie, baby," you groan, hand holding onto his deltoid and you gasp. "no wonder i felt warmer—"
"you're warm," jisung softly mumbles, snuggling up a little. his soft hair brushes against your chin. you know your boyfriend is awake enough to coherently speak and so you continue.
"not because you like my boobs."
"that too," you can feel jisung smile and that causes you to smile like some chain reaction.
"are you sure it's just that?" and you are recieved with silence, almost like jisung is embarrassed to admit something and you sigh. you rub the back of his head, brushing his hair only to tilt your head slightly to kiss his head.
and after much much persuasion and a promise to whine no more if he does the same again, jisung tells you his reason behind his persistent need to press himself so closely to you, particularly when he thought you aren't aware of it.
“it’s your heartbeat,” jisung finally says, in a voice tinier than you had imagined in his confession. he buries his face further into the valley of your breasts, trying to hide away the light flush in his cheeks. “i, uh, i like when i can hear your heartbeat.”
“my heartbeat?” you repeat, voice wavering shit in surprise. you worry if your heart starts beating a little quicker, a lot louder for him. “what the hell? wait, why?"
jisung shrugs, still avoiding your gaze. he moves into himself, almost as if you caught him off guard and he has now no other option but to expose his vulnerability before you.
“sungie. come on.”
jisung sighs loudly, before finally answering with voice distinct in a soft whisper of embarassment. “i— it's to be sure, okay? just to be sure that, uh, well, that you’re still here. that you’re okay.”
your heart plummets. your heart beats quicker and jisung can hear it clearly.
"did i flust—"
you cannot resist. the urge to hold him close in your grasp, closer than what he already is succumbs you to pull jisung slightly away and embrace him, drawing his head down to yours. you kiss his lips, his cheek, his jaw. you kiss jisung and you delve into the being he is, the finest example of the softest being. and you are blessed, so ridiculously blessed to know him, to be with him and to love him.
“i'm here,” you tell him, cupping his face. “i'm not going anywhere.”
and you let jisung rest his head back against your chest. and you let him rest himself to sleep with him providing steady breathing loud enough for your ears and your heartbeat calming him down.
♡ pairing: chan x reader
♡ genre: fluff
♡ word count: 206 words
♡ note: i took drabbles to a whole new level and made it so short it might as well be a timestamp but here you go.
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you hated waking up in the middle of night for many reasons: the most important one being how you hated waking chan up. he was a light sleeper when he did sleep and the last thing you wanted was for you to ruin the bare minimum hours he already got. however, at three in the morning, mind groggy and fuzzy, you don’t think much. all you do know is how you woke up and chan was not close to you anymore, that he wasn’t holding you.
the only thing your early morning brain can process is how much you needed chan and his warmth and as you pout, you tap on his shoulders. with groggy confusion, chan wakes up and sees you — the one he loves so passionately, holding your arms open and mumbling, “come. warmth.”
chan knows his heart skipped a beat there as he moves closer into your warmth and wraps you in his. he mumbles softly into your ear, “go back to sleep,” and hums the softest tune into your ear. you fall asleep instantly and chan watches you sleep softly, in a manner so gentle and fragile that it fears it could break, you are his everything — his whole world.
♡ pairing: chan x reader
♡ genre: fluff, suggestive
♡ word count: 820 words
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the bed sheets under you crumple. that's what wakes you up at exactly quarter past two in the early morning and the person at fault is none other than your loving husband, bang chan.
you grumble in annoyance as you shift your position to turn and face your husband, hands fisted to softly hit his chest and cuddle further into his hold. chan sits up slightly, raising his back upwards to rest against the wooden board of the bed and he turns on the lamp by the side, the golden rays from the led bulb lighting up the whole room.
"did you have a bad nightmare?" you ask, your voice laced with leftover sleep and eyes barely ready to open. your arm, wrapped around his chest, shifts down as a result of him slightly sitting up and all you do is hug him tighter, almost as if you were trying to send strength and comfort through that.
"no," he shakes his head and you believe him. not because he merely says the word of denial but rather because his voice is light, airy and filled with joy. it's mirth entangled in that one syllable and you wonder what he dreamt of that actually shook the sleep away from him and had him this excited. "on the contrary," chan giggles and bends down to push your hair from your forehead and kiss the very same skin. "i dreamt about you last night."
your eyelids part and you squeal, "fuck, too bright." you look up at your husband, glowing with the light behind him and in his own joy as he gazes at you with nothing but love.
"my dream? yeah. it was bright," chan softly scrunches his nose as he looks at you, glaring at him. "i'm sorry for waking you up, beautiful."
"it's okay," you huff. "let's go back to sleep," and as you pout, you tug at the end of chan's shirt, "please?"
sliding down softly, he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling you into his chest before he proceeds, "but i want to talk about the dream. i think it's a precognitive dream. also, don't you want to know what i dreamt of you?"
"my brain is so sleepy that it cannot register anything, hon," you sigh into his warm shirt. "but i do want to know. so tell me."
chan's arms tighten around you and you laugh at his enthusiasm as you slightly shift to look up at him in his hold. chan mumbles, lips quivering slightly, "you won't believe me."
"try me, handsome."
chan softly brushes your hair and narrates, "you were in this very pretty pink floral dress in this garden full of flowers." he kisses the top of your head before resuming his act of brushing. "god, baby, you looked heavenly. you looked like an angel. fuck, i thought you were an angel."
you giggle into his chest, softly hitting him as you blush, "that's what you told me the first time you met me. remember? under those cherry blossoms?"
"that's because you are an angel, beautiful."
and when chan pauses for a short while, you can hear how steady his breathing is as it matches yours. inhale. exhale. inhale. it matched exactly just like your hearts beating together.
"and you sat down in that meadow and plucked this very pretty tulip, as beautiful as you. i fell in love with you all over again, even in my dreams."
"what a flirt," you gasp and chan laughs.
"it's true." his hand stills on top of your head, halting his soft brushing. you look up further to analyse when he continues, "you know what i think it is?"
"enlighten me, oh dear one."
"a conception dream."
a pregnant pause of silence and your heart quickens in its beating. chan moves back slightly to move his frame to spoon yoi only to cup your face and edge closer to you. his eyes shine in the dark with mischief and you can't help but smile.
"we're not trying yet, baby. so it cannot be a conception dream."
"exactly. it's a sign that we should try!" chan bites his lower lip and if anything, your heart took a whole leap into a bucket full of hearts for this man. your husband looks at you in concern when you don't respond and quickly says, "of course. only if you want to. i don't want anything you don't want, beautiful." chan kisses your forehead again and you want to cry and scream in happiness over how blessed you are to spend a lifetime with this man.
"i want to," and you slightly hover over him, your body pressing partially against him. the same mischievous glint you saw in chan's eyes sparkles now in yours. "after all, a little practice right now couldn't hurt."
♡ pairing: hyunjin x reader
♡ genre: angst, fluff, suggestive
♡ word count: 1,980 words
♡ note: based off this fic in my archive that'll never see the light ever again. also, this is a thank you note for the 3k <3 thank you so much.
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you sit in your bedroom, looking out through the window. you hear the gentle tapping of raindrops against your bedroom window. seeing the drops trickle down your window brings a sense of calmness within yourself.
there is a laziness about the rain drops, as if they can barely be bothered to conform to the will of gravity. your eyes are transfixed on them till they snap back on to your phone, that had been placed on the table beside sheets filled with your designs for clothes.
hyunjin is calling and your face lights up as if this was normal. your feelings for this man are in your head as you pick up the call.
“y/n,” his voice echoes in the background of sounds of rain drops hitting the ground.
“hyunjin,” your voice fails to hide your joy.
“can you come over? i'm in your neighborhood park.” his voice is distraught and he sounds hopeless. your heart aches a bit and your eyes widen as you realise, your hand clutching your chest in shock.
“it's raining heavily, hyunjin. what are you doing outside?”
“please,” he begs. you are worried and you find your worry set in quicker than ever before. you push your chair back and stand up, tying your hair up in a messy bun and putting on a washed out hoodie over your yoga pants.
"stay there. i'm coming to get you."
you pull the black hood over your saturated form as you saunter in the heavy rain towards the park, hard pellets of water spitting on your hands as the remainder of the drops quench the scattered puddles, filling it in completely very quickly, decorating the asphalt.
it is the silence and emptiness of the park and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground that makes you observe keenly and when you do this, you notice hyunjin sitting on the bench.
hyunjin has his head in his hand as water drips from his head to the ground. he seems like he is in pain, like he just needs a person to comfort him. hyunjin looks terrified. you rush to his side and place your hand on his shoulder.
hyunjin’s eyes look empty, like he is missing a major fragment of his soul, momentarily.
rain and tears mingle on his face, salty tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles. only the pink of his eyes and the loss of happy stars beneath them give any clue to his sadness and in this city who will look closely enough to tell.
“hyunjin?”
he crashes into your body, his arms wrapping themselves around your tiny frame. your hood falls off your head and the raindrops hit your head instantly. you are not given time to react because his face digs into your collar bone and he stays still in the warmth your body emits in this cold surroundings.
“hyunjin,” you mumble against his wet hair and you hear only a sob in response.
you have heard hyunjin break down into tears before, but never have you seen it. the sight before you is a broken greek artwork, so raw and so pure. you hold hyunjin close to you, rubbing his back soothingly till he calms down.
“do you want to talk about it?” you whisper into him and he shakes his head against the suggestion. you mumble an okay and hold him closer as he sobs into you.
you wonder if hyunjin feels like you when you cry out loud. constricted and suffocated. you lose your breath quickly and you're gasping for air every time you cry. however, what makes you hate crying further is the ache it brings you within. your head turns dizzy and you want to stop feeling asphyxiated yet you can't.
hyunjin’s grip on your hoodie is as strong as iron and you give him time. you give him time to calm himself whilst you only hope that your presence gives him the comfort he needs, as you rub small circles into his back.
and when he calms down and pulls back, you smile at him warmly. you run a hand to move the wet hair strands from the side of your face. hyunjin stares at you for so long that you wonder what he is thinking.
hyunjin’s hand lifts up and reaches out for the edge of your face. his other arm snakes around your waist and pulls you closer, your thighs brushing against his. his fingers trace your jaw before holding them.
“hyunjin,” you gulp dryly and wonder what is even going on in his head. he holds your face so delicately and looks at you with an expression that makes you crave for him more than you already do. he leans forward and your lip part instinctively. the two of you are in your space in a huge bubble in the middle of a world with the skies pouring down upon the two of you.
he kisses the droplets of rain from your lips. you smile against his lips and you find the stars beneath his eyes again, dull but persistent to glow. he sweeps your wet hair aside and kisses you just over the collarbone. he nibbles at your ear, and then sinks himself into your arms. you hang your fingers on his waistband, dragging him closer. you bury your face in his shoulder curve, his hands flexing around your back.
hyunjin gives a reduced groan, “i think i love you,” into your hair. “the happiest moments that i actually remember being in a long while are with you. you make me feel whole again. even in my failures.” there is a chortle as he says failures and you wonder what has truly happened.
his grip on your face is hard and you sigh in content. the rain pours heavier and you feel the heaviness of the cold hitting you eventually.
“we should go back home,” you tell him and he nods. you stand up and extend your arm out for hyunjin to hold. he looks at it, his expression softening as he enlaces his fingers with yours.
“okay,” he stands up, his eyes gazing at the entwined hands with an affection you loved seeing on him. hyunjin is not his usual cheery self yet but you are content that he perhaps does not feel suffocated anymore.
you are, after all, only hoping to be a warm spring breeze in his misery.
the difference in the temperature hits you as soon as you step into the comfort of your home. hyunjin stands next to you and is shivering. he hugs himself to provide some warmth and a small smile plays on your lips.
you take hold of his wrist, dragging him to your room and making him sit on your bed.
“wait here. i'll get you a towel to dry up and dry clothes,” you smile and pause for a second to make sure hyunjin doesn't roam around before you leave your room to grab a towel for him.
when you come back with one of your brother's dry clothes in one arm and a towel in another, you find a shirtless hyunjin hovering over the rough sketches you have designed. you quickly rush to his side and take the sheets away after throwing the towel at him.
“i told you to stay put,” you pout, slightly annoyed.
“well, technically, you didn't,” he cheekily says and shrugs. “moreover you have nothing to be embarrassed about. those designs are beautiful.”
your cheeks stain red and you are unsure whether it's over hyunjin standing before you shirtless as he towers over you thanks to the height difference or if it's because of the sudden compliment over your designs.
you click your tongue and pull hyunjin who is holding the towel towards the bed after placing your sheets on the table again. your hands are on his pectoral muscles and you shove at them lightly, hinting at him to sit down.
you drop the clothes on the bed beside hyunjin and take the soft towel from his hand. you smile at hyunjin and run your fingers through his wet hair, ruffling it to see how much water is there.
“do you want to talk about what the breakdown was about?”
you softly collect strands of his hair right above his nape and gently squeeze the extra water from his hair. he laughs alluringly, his head moving back as you tug at his hair.
“i got rejected by the publishing company again,” he says, his tone defeated and disappointed. “i don't think i should write.”
you grab a section of his dark locks and gently blot and squeeze it with the towel, working from the roots to the tips. you speak as you dry his hair, “doesn't writing make you happy?”
“it does,” he mumbles. “it makes me feel alive.”
“then, you shouldn't give up. that's what i learnt. you know why? because that is you. you found myself in that and that makes you happy.”
hyunjin’s eyes are raised to look at you as you keep blotting and squeezing the water from his hair. his hands are on your waist and his lips curve up.
“you are inspiring,” he says and you laugh.
“If i were, i wouldn't be jobless and broke. at least, i got the failure part before any success story right.”
you sneeze suddenly, laughing it away. however, hyunjin’s expression turns instantly into that of concern. he tugs at your waist and pulls you into him. your hand is firm on the towel gripping at his roots and your eyes widen.
“what do you think you are doing, sire?”
“sit on my lap,” he suggests.
“and,” you poke around further to see what he was plotting. hyunjin wouldn't say a word further though till you sat on his lap. you click your tongue and raise an eyebrow at him.
much to his compliance, you sit on his left thigh, still drying his hair. hyunjin pulls the towel from your hand and you whine.
“your turn,” he chirps and you laugh, your cheeks rising with your lips. he places the towel over your head and dries your hair. you can't hold back your laughter and hyunjin complains, begging you to stop and let him dry your hair.
“you're cute.”
“i'm more than just cute, y/n,” hyunjin teases. “you should probably remove your hoodie.”
your eyebrows furrow together before they are raised and you question hyunjin’s words. he shifts back slightly, offended by your distrust, “you'll catch a cold. you should grab a new pair of clothes. i'm just concerned.”
“really?” your syllables extend.
“i mean, it’s a win-win for you and i,” he laughs and you hit his chest jokingly.
“cheeky.”
“or,” hyunjin says with a huge smirk plastered on his face that you wonder yet again what thought has been planted in his head. “i could just remove it for you.”
he lifts you up with his hand tight on your waist. within a second, you're on your back against your bed and hyunjin hovering over your body. you are giggling and hyunjin is smiling widely.
“why did i know this was going to turn out like this?”
“y/n, baby,” he says. “live by the sun and love by the moon.”
hyunjin eases you and you move to his rhythm and his plans instantly. his mouth lingers over the skin at your neck, licking at it until he decides to nibble at it, leaving delectable kisses down your neck. he lifts his head momentarily only to kiss your lips and wink at you, stating the most literally fluent statement you have heard from hyunjin, exhibiting the writer within.
“i'm going to paint your skin purple tonight and make love to you.”
and all you do in response is blush and whimper under him.
♡ pairing: stray kids x reader
♡ genre: fluff, suggestive
♡ synopsis: a collection of drabbles based off this prompt list on one hundred ways to say i love you.
♡ last updated: april 23, 2021.
↳ progress: 008/100
♡ pairing: minho x reader
♡ genre: fluff, suggestive mentions
♡ word count: 460 words
♡ note: a small birthday gift from me to you, on my birthday <3
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your body stretches on the bed beneath you, your back extending as you stretched your arm to hold the phone tightly in your grip. your eyes are mostly on the verge of shutting down completely but here you are trying to pull through for the man before you.
"baby, you look tired. did i wake you up from sleep? go back to sleep." minho asks as he edges closer to the screen. "oh shit. it's past midnight there. i'm sorry."
"no," you whine groggily. you rub your eyes with your other hand and smile widely at minho. "it's alright. i'm just happy that you called even after your schedule. i missed you."
"i missed you too, baby," he coos. he rubs his hair before pushing it backwards and exposing his forehead for a split second before the hair falls back. "i can't wait to be back next to you."
"tell me about your day," you prompt, your voice lowering and you fear if you'd fall asleep. "did the concert go well? was the crowd nice?"
"you are going to fall asleep on me, y/n," minho laughs. "you should go sleep i'll call you in the mornin—"
"no," you frown. "don't leave me." you close your eyes for a split second and you regret it. unable to open it immediately, you tell him, "just talk to me. i miss your voice."
"the concert went great. your boyfriend did three hectic choreography one after another and my dance break was insane. can you believe that? like my stamina is insane," minho talks in glory and you hear his voice in disconnected forms as your brain struggles to make sense of anything. your eyes shut are slowly drifting you to sleep and your lips part slightly. your arms fall to the side, your phone tilted enough for minho to see your face.
minho continues, tilting his phone too and smirking, "not that you already don't know of it. right, baby?" he finally brings his attention to your form and smiles.
"babe?" you don't move. minho watches your sleeping form. "baby?" he is sure you are asleep when your head snuggles into the pillow, soft snore leaving your lips. minho chuckles. he puts his head into his hand as he watches you sleep, your head lolling and the muscles of your face relaxing.
he moves to his own bed and positions the phone in such a way that it seemed like he was sleeping next to you, and could still look at you as he woke up. minho watches how your eyelids quiver slightly, eyelashes long and beautiful and he swears to heavens that he hasn't seen anyone more beautiful than this.
"i think i just fell in love with you all over again, y/n."
♡ pairing: changbin x reader
♡ genre: fluff
♡ word count: 824 words
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changbin proudly claims to be your friend for five years — three of those years being the minor years of your lives that the two of you spent visiting ice cream parlors and cafe to hang out.
however, the society expects things to be somehow better when you are legal but changbin guarantees that if anything, you spent more time with him in taco bell after turning nineteen than before.
so, maybe it's the fact that he has spent five years, which would be equivalent to one thousand eight hundred and twenty five days with you, by your side and yet, not one day in those years has he seen you this drunk. or, for a fact, ever drunk.
you are in that pretty maroon dress that changbin knows you like way too much and you look pretty. god, you look so pretty that changbin wants to instantly tease you and ask you about the night but in the back of his head — some small corner of his mind — screams that he doesn't want to know who you dolled up for. he knows he won't be able to take the etching sensation of pain that'll eat him up for minutes straight.
"y/n?" changbin asks in worry when he notices how you could barely stand on your feet — your heels probably sore from the high footwear you were wearing — and had to take the support of the wall by the main door.
"binnie," you giggle and stand up straight, shifting your support off the wall and you take a step closer to your best friend. "i got drunk today for the first time," you take another step forward and you stumble on the raised wooden platform before him.
it's an instinct, changbin believes. something within him urges him to extend his arm, bring himself forward and hold you before you fall. your hand clutches onto his biceps, heels caught in the edge of the wooden platform. a short oh leaves your mouth before you burst out laughing so hard that you break down and sob.
changbin, needless to say, is surprised.
you stand up straight, letting go of his arms. taking in a deep breath, you cough out a small sob and look away to use the back of your hand to wipe your tears away. changbin stays by your side in silence, watching you and every single gesture of yours and you are grateful, more than ever.
"i had white rum," you mumble. your hand stretches forward slightly to hold onto changbin's sleeve. a small gesture you genuinely do not think much about besides the fact that the drunk you felt the sudden urge to reassure yourself that he's here; that at least changbin is here. "it tastes like," you hum, pondering for the right comparison and when it does strike, changbin notices how your face lights up, eyes shine and your grip on his sleeve tightens. "it tastes like alcohol swabs."
changbin's eyebrow raises in amusement. his lips press together to stop himself from laughing at your statement, only because you looked at him with such solemnity that he knew you were dead serious about your observation.
"i didn't like it," you continue, your voice dropping a note lower. you look down, your heart heavy and ready to fall off your sleeve. "but it helped me forget about him."
changbin suddenly knows the reason behind this whole night. if only that dickhead didn't cheat on you. fuck heavens, you deserve the whole world and yet that man had the audacity to break your heart like this.
"do you want to come inside?"
you nod and take a step forward, this time making sure you did not stumble on the wooden platform. changbin leans by your side to push the door shut and you breathe in loudly. your best friend looks at you from the periphery, trying to see if you were alright and all he can notice is you biting your lower lip harshly. he shuts the door behind you and stands up straight, tilting his head slightly to focus on you.
"i think, my heart's broken."
and changbin decides that there's nothing stopping him from making the move. maybe a stupid ex-boyfriend but he lost out on an amazing person and that's on him. there's nothing between you and him and he wants to take this strong leap of faith. and so he does.
he opens his arms wide, lips tugging upwards confidently and his eyes fixed on you as if he was reading your mind. this is your best friend, seo changbin and he's always been there — in your life, in your mind and maybe somewhere special too.
changbin takes a small step forward, arms still wide open as he beckons you forward. "come here. let me fix it."
and just maybe wrapping yourself in changbin's warmth and changbin himself is all that you need to ease yourself off this heartbreak.
♡ pairing: minho x reader
♡ genre: fluff
♡ word count: 808 words
♡ note: just realised this is a perfect excuse to rewrite all my old drabbles into skz ones. so if you've seen them around long while back in other fandoms (atz particularly), i wrote them !!
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lee minho has been your best friend from the very beginning of the past you can remember. from your days of pigtails and his of buzzcut that his mother insisted on in primary grade to when he brought you, albeit to his embarrassment, sanitary pads from your head teacher in middle school, minho has been through every milestone in your life.
maybe that is exactly why he is by your side when you failed an examination for the very first time. not failing with you, of course. that boy is a genius. not that he does not fail to remind you that in every second he spends with you.
that occurrence is what leads you here in this very dusky setting of this cafe by your school. you stare with eyes as wide as a fish at the question booklet before you, pen twirling in your grip before you scribble and doodle on the side of the booklet till the pen runs out of ink.
"my pen ran out of ink," you smile way too wide and minho knows it is not something that happened by chance. in fact, he reckons you would have even hidden all the extra refills from his sight. you are way too excited for any of this. "great. now i can't write. perfect. let's wrap it up."
you rotate the empty pen in your grip, the back of the pen twirling in the air under your control as you yawn. minho sighs. he proceeds to grab one of the spare pens he has in his box before pushing it across the table before your vision.
"here," he smiles sardonically. "you can borrow mine." he tilts his head and fakes an innocence that annoys you enough to let out a frustrated groan. he leans forward, his chest resting on the table. "and—"
minho flicks your forehead as soon as your mouth opens, ready to yawn again. your forehead sends a trigger of pain impulse down your nerves and you cry out loud, glaring at the boy before you after dropping your pen and rubbing your forehead furiously.
"—focus." minho raises his eyebrows at you and goes back to his notes.
"i just need to enter art school," you reason. "unlike you, who wants to take up computer science later. i don't have to get high scores like—"
"doesn't mean you don't study." minho raises his right eyebrow at you, questioning your entire reasoning. he scribbles something on the side of his book and you realise it's just plain old minho being smart and jotting down formulae for quick glance. unlike you who prefers doodling on the side.
you collapse on the table, chin crumpling the paper underneath. you mumble, "i hate the education system. why must it be so hard?" you doodle minho's glasses on the white space adjacent to question fifty four. the boy before you merely chuckles before shaking his head and grabbing the paper from underneath your head.
"let me check your answers," he states and your head lifts up in worry, mouth quickly spilling, "no!"
"why?"
minho glances at your paper and quickly realises exactly why. you have definitely marked the answers — minho has to give you credits for that — albeit the answers following the obvious pattern of a-b-c-d over and over again.
his eyes lights up in amusement as he lifts his head from your paper to softly hit the back of your head before ruffling your hair. you lightly scream in annoyance, shaking your body in a tantrum to throw his hand away and whine, "how many times have i told you not to hit my head? what if i lose all my brains cells? what if i go stupid? what if i grow ugly? will you date and marry me then?"
"sure," minho smiles and your eyes widen. an auditory hallucination, you think and you turn your face away, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. minho reaffirms his statement, however and cups your cheek for a short second before taking his hands back. "i'll marry you. now please just focus on your studies. you're not going to ever not be attractive."
embarrassed, you snatch your paper back from his hand and slamming it on the table, you bury your face into it, gripping the pen he offered tightly. you try your best to make sure that minho does not see the effect his response has on you, as obvious as it may be.
but he does. he sees the way you move into yourself, barely being able to make eye contact with him, sipping on your drink every two minutes, but still passionately drawing the circles of his glasses on the corner of his paper. minho sees it all and maybe that's why he thinks he fell in love with you.
