Pretty please may I request a 1verse hyuk x masc reader fluff orz i keep seeing edits of him on tiktok and its making me sad i miss him sm
…bf!hyuk x masc!reader ~ 𓃭
| cuddles with boyfriend hyuk! |
a.n: hello anon! this was honestly really angsty and sad to write for me (not in a bad way) 😭, thank you so much for the request!
Hyuk was sprawled out on the couch, his head resting against your chest as you both lounged after a long day. His fingers idly traced patterns on your arm, the touch light and comforting, like a silent promise of contentment. The faint scent of his cologne—something woody and fresh—mingled with the aroma of the takeout you'd shared earlier, creating a cozy bubble around you.
You shifted slightly, pulling him closer, your hand settling on his back. The muscles there relaxed under your palm, and he let out a contented sigh, nuzzling into your side. “You know,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your shirt, “days like this make everything else worth it.” His words carried a quiet sincerity that always made your chest tighten in the best way.
A smile tugged at your lips as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, feeling the soft strands of his hair brush against your lips. “Yeah? Even after I beat you at that game earlier?” you teased, your tone playful, the rumble of your voice vibrating through both of you.
Hyuk lifted his head, pretending to glare at you, but his eyes sparkled with amusement, crinkling at the corners. “Hey, that was a fluke. Rematch tomorrow.” He poked your chest gently with one finger, the gesture affectionate rather than accusatory, before settling back down. His body molded perfectly against yours, as if you'd been carved from the same piece of the world.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, the only sounds the distant hum of the city outside and the steady rhythm of your breathing syncing up. You could feel his heartbeat against your side, slow and even, matching the lazy pace of the afternoon. Occasionally, he'd tilt his head to glance up at you, his gaze lingering with a warmth that spoke volumes without needing words.
Eventually, Hyuk reached for the remote on the coffee table, his arm stretching just enough to grab it without fully disentangling from you. He flicked on a movie neither of you would really watch—just an excuse to stay wrapped up in each other. The screen lit up with some rom-com you'd both seen a dozen times, the familiar dialogue filling the room like background music to your quiet intimacy.
As the opening scenes played, Hyuk's hand wandered to yours, his fingers slipping between yours in a loose hold that gradually tightened. “Remember the first time we watched this?” he asked softly, his thumb stroking the back of your hand in slow circles.
You chuckled, the sound low and fond. “How could I forget? You laughed so hard at that one scene you nearly spilled your drink all over the couch.” The memory brought a grin to your face, and you squeezed his hand in response.
He laughed now, the sound bright and genuine, echoing lightly in the room. “Guilty. But hey, it was really funny.” He shifted to prop himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with that playful glint in his eyes. “You're lucky I didn't make you clean it up.”
“Oh, please,” you shot back, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “You would have done it yourself just to keep the peace.” Your fingers lingered, combing through the tousled locks, and he leaned into the touch like a cat seeking more.
Hyuk's expression softened, and he captured your hand, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before guiding it back to his cheek. “Maybe. But only because I like seeing you relaxed like this.” He settled back down, this time draping one leg over yours, anchoring himself closer.
The movie droned on, but your attention was on the small things: the way his breath hitched slightly when you scratched lightly at his scalp, the contented hum he made when you adjusted the blanket over both of you, the subtle shift of his body as he sought out more points of contact. Time stretched out, unhurried, each moment building on the last like layers of a well-worn comfort.
Halfway through, Hyuk paused the film, sitting up with a stretch that made his shirt ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of his toned midriff. “Hungry for something sweet?” he asked, already eyeing the kitchen. “I think we have those cookies left from yesterday.”
You nodded, watching as he padded over to the counter, his movements casual and at ease in the space you both called home. He returned with a plate of chocolate chip cookies, still warm from whenever he'd baked them—Hyuk had a habit of surprising you with little baking sessions after tough days. He plopped back down beside you, offering you the first one with a grin.
“Thanks,” you said, taking a bite and savoring the gooey chocolate. Crumbs dusted your lap, and Hyuk leaned in to brush them away, his touch lingering on your thigh.
“No problem.” He took a cookie for himself, munching thoughtfully before adding, “You know, I was thinking... we should plan a weekend away soon. Just drive somewhere quiet, no schedules, no distractions.” His eyes met yours, hopeful and bright.
The idea sparked something warm in you. “Sounds perfect. Mountains? Or maybe the coast?”
“Coast,” he decided quickly, leaning against you again. “We can walk on the beach at sunset, like in those cheesy movies.” He waved a hand toward the paused screen, laughing at himself.
You pulled him in for a side hug, your arm wrapping around his shoulders. “As long as it's with you, I'm in.” The words were simple, but they carried the weight of everything unspoken between you—the years of building this life, the quiet understandings, the unwavering support.
As the credits rolled hours later, long after the cookies were gone and the movie forgotten, Hyuk turned to you, his expression soft and unguarded. “I love this. Just us.” His hand found yours once more, fingers intertwining firmly, his grip steady and reassuring.
You squeezed his hand, heart swelling with the simple joy of the moment. “Me too, Hyuk. Always.” The sun had dipped below the horizon by then, leaving the room bathed in the soft light of a lamp, but the warmth between you lingered, as endless as the night ahead.
