#activities set

[hourly-dreaming]

[6:06pm]

It was already evening, the sun beginning its journey into nightfall, and as impossible as it may sound, Haechan was starting to run out of conversation topics with you today. Eyeing around his room, the bracelet making set he used to use catches his attention. Offering the activity of making a bracelet for one another, he fights the blood rushing to his cheeks at the thought of you wearing something he made just for you, and vice versa.

You’re both lost in concentration, music playing in the background as the two of you are hard at work on your bracelets. The occasional break is taken when a good song comes on, causing a mini karaoke session. Haechan’s sister comes over at one point, wondering what all the ruckus was about, and you all have a nice chat until she gets called over by another sibling, instilling the calmer atmosphere once again.

“Alright, I think I’m done!” You smile as you inspect your finished work: a mix of yellow and clear beads recreating Haechan’s sunny disposition adorning the jewelry, accompanied by a dangling charm with a smiling sun and alphabet beads that read “Fullsun” in the middle, in reference to one of his favorite nicknames. Your joy is short-lived as you look over and see Haechan putting the finishing touches on his miniature masterpiece, a silent gasp hanging in the air upon your dropped jaw.

“What do you think? Is it- hey are you alright?” Haechan furrows his brow in confusion at the look on your face, innocently unaware that he was the reason behind it.

“It’s… wow.” Words escape you as your eyes take in the beauty that was your soon-to-be bracelet: shimmery gold-plated metallic beads accompanied by smaller black dots, with letters spelling out “My Sunflower” and a beautiful dangling charm to match. How funny that despite having very similar ideas, somehow his artistry still manages to shine through the simple bead set, making it look like something much fancier than common craft store supplies. “I really get to wear that?” You break from your musings and collect enough brainpower to express your gratitude, enveloping both Haechan and the bracelet in an excited bear hug.

Trying and failing to suppress the heat reaching up to his ears at your reaction, Haechan places feather-light kisses all over your face, mumbling about how precious you were and how lucky he is to have you. You place your bracelet upon his wrist, and he does the same for you, holding your hand for just a beat too long before sealing the deal with a princely kiss above your palm.

“You know, most boyfriends have to buy jewelry, but I just made you the best bracelet in the world,” Haechan jests, his nasal laugh filling your ears as he grins from ear to ear.

“You know, you just might be right about that,” you mutter softly, leaning your head on his shoulder as you both continue eyeing the beautiful accessories upon your interlocked hands.

[hourly-dreaming]

[4:23pm]

Bored on a hot summer day, Jeno propositions a challenge as you both lie on the pleasingly cool couch. You’d both been talking about your favorite video games to kill time over the extended break when the idea sprang up: why not see which of you two could best the other? Settling for a game the two of you favored, Jeno boots up his Xbox and loads up his copy of one of the Halo series main games, and you can’t wait to taste victory.

You’re winning the first round and successfully moving onto the second when it all starts to go downhill. Jeno feels a nudge here and there, not thinking much of it until you’re outright sabotaging him with intermittent tickles, causing him to let out a fit of giggles.

“Stop that, I’m warning you!” Jeno tries and fails to sound menacing through the silly noises escaping him.

“Or what, Jen? I’m sooo scared,” you laugh, teasing him as you forget all about the video game and get lost in your new game of annoying your boyfriend.

“Alright, that’s it!” Jeno drops the controller in favor of caging you in, pushing you with his chest to lie back onto the couch as his arms land at either side of your head. Your heart is hammering away from the sudden shock until his infamous eye smile surfaces, knowing then that he’d only meant to scare you, and wished you no harm whatsoever. “Are you happy now? You have my full attention, angel,” he coos as you rest your head on his shoulder, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’m more than content right now,” you answer honestly, running a hand across his side before tucking yourself into his side, laying so that the two of you are facing each other now instead. The chirping sounds of the virtual lifeforms are nothing but muted background noise as you carry on in heavy conversation about whether or not aliens actually exist, and which of you two is likelier to be abducted. You reason that your negotiation skills would help you, while Jeno claims that his taekwondo skills would save him, either one of you laughing at the other’s rebuttals. Jeno’s laugh was a beautiful thing, but knowing that you were the cause of the bright expression currently on his face was something not even a thousand words could describe.

[hourly-dreaming]

[11:22am]

Chenle had invited you over to his humble (read: luxurious) abode, wanting nothing more than to spend some quality time with his beloved. And by quality time, he means he’s been stewing since you’d beaten him at a game of horse last week, and it’s due time for a basketball rematch.

“But Chenle, it’s almost noon, what would possess you to want to play basketball in this dreaded heat?”

“We have an indoor court in this house, no worries,” he calmly states, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to have multiple houses complete with indoor sporting arenas.

“Of course you do,” you deadpan, looking over at your casual outfit that screams anything but sporty. “Can I at least borrow some sweats?” You follow Chenle through the house, trying your best to not get lost along the way. No matter how many times you went over, you swore a map was going to be necessary to even scratch the surface of the first floor.

“Suit yourself, pick any pair you’d like,” he states as he opens his drawer, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “choose your loser’s outfit wisely.” Chenle laughs at his own wisecrack before leaving you in lieu of finding refreshments.

Making your way over to the basketball court, you two lay some ground rules before finally settling into place for your “official” 1v1 match. Chenle starts out with a great lead point-wise, but once his stamina starts to go, you take the chance and seize the ball at every turn. Shot after shot, you tie the score until you manage to soar one last time, dunking the final ball as the alarm on his phone goes off. Humming a victorious tune, you gloat at your now second win, joining your sulking boyfriend on the floor by your water bottles.

“Stephen Curry, I’ve let you down!” Chenle wails, fake sobbing into his arm as you laugh at his silly antics. “I totally let you win though, don’t let it all go to your head now,” he huffs, full of hot air due to his wounded pride.

“You’ve got me, and you’ve got a beautiful red car… shame that you’re still missing out on that dunk shot though,” you tease him, “yaballa bahiya indeed, my dear-” Your victory ceremony is cut short by a burst of cold water to the face, resulting in some (foul) play fighting, the promise of yet another fun rematch looming making you both all the more excited.

[hourly-dreaming]

[8:13am]

Why in the world Jaemin decided to call you before even the sun was fully up for a café date was something you’d never understand, however, you hesitantly agreed. Knowing that you were more likely to fall asleep than to actually leave the house, Jaemin ends up bringing the café date to you, stepping inside when you open the door, shocked at his early arrival.

“I thought we were gonna meet in an hour, Jae?” You question his sudden appearance, leaning up to peck his cheek before continuing to brush out your hair.

“I didn’t expect you to stay awake, really, so I decided to come surprise you with coffee,” Jaemin flashes his million-watt smile, causing you to melt a little further into his charms. With both of your parents still asleep courtesy of it being the weekend, the two of you have to quietly make your way upstairs to your room, trying your best not to wake anyone.

Saturday morning cartoon reruns play on the television as you both munch on the breakfast he had brought, ever the thoughtful boyfriend. “Just how nasty is that coffee you always drink if not even your friends will mess with it?” You inquire, curious yet cautious as he covers his mouth, trying not to spill the drink while he laughs at your sudden question.

“Hey hey, for the record, it is not nasty!” Jaemin snorts, a deceptively angelic grin on his lips as he offers the dark, strong-scented brew in your direction. “Just try it, it’s not gonna kill you.”

And you beg to differ, because you think it just might be the end of you when the little sip of black death makes its way down your esophagus. You pretend to choke dramatically as he pats your back, trying to appear more concerned than amused, but you know the truth all too well. “I think I just saw hell and lived to tell the tale,” you blankly state, looking up at your boyfriend rather soullessly.

“My little baby’s all grown up and devouring the drinks of the damned,” he whisper-yells just as dramatically, having to stifle your laughters afterward. “Now that I think about it,” Jaemin looks down at your lips before looking up into your eyes, licking his own lips before speaking again, “doesn’t that count as an indirect kiss?”

“Perhaps, but I think I’d prefer a direct kiss,” you grab his shirt and pull him down to meet your mouth, chuckling at his mock shock before molding your lips together, nose turning up at the bitter taste of the coffee lingering on his tongue. “Alright, new rule, you better brush your teeth after you finish drinking that monstrosity or there will be no more kisses.” To which Jaemin can only shrug, but not before teasing you once again.

“So... does that mean I get to use your toothbrush?”

[hourly-dreaming]

[3:23pm]

It was the middle of the afternoon when Renjun had brought up an idea he’d been conjuring; he wanted you two to have a painting war of sorts, to see who could better depict the scenery that lie just outside the window. Shortly after the words leave his mouth, the ingenious plan is then brought to life. You both kept sneaking over to the other’s side of the room to sneak glances, eventually forgetting to focus on the artwork that lie ahead of you and opting to focus instead on the artwork in front of you. What had started with an innocent, accidental paintbrush streak on your arm led to you trying to even the score with Renjun’s calf, which only fed into his competitive nature. Now you both lie on the floor, panting from having chased each other across the house, covered in mismatching, colorful paint strokes.

“You know, this is all your fault,” you whine as you attempt to pick out acrylic paint from some stray hairs.

“No, I can’t take all of the credit, love,” you’re ready to protest as Renjun adds, “you were already a masterpiece before I’d even laid a finger on you.” He laughs at your lack of response, too flustered at being caught off guard that all you can do is hide your blush in his messy t-shirt. His embrace feels too warm on your sweaty skin, but neither of you can find the heart to complain when you’re basking in one another’s unadulterated affection. As his fingers lazily trace the haphazard streaks up your arm, your heart swells with the raw adoration you see when you meet his eyes.

“You’re pretty cute when you get all hyper-focused on your art, you know?” you speak up, deciding to break the silence and enjoying the fact that you’re no longer the one blushing. It isn’t until you see Renjun’s artwork that you realize why he had been so shy: he had actually been painting you the whole time.

“I guess I wasn’t blocking the view, I was the view,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him, causing a nervous giggle to bubble past his lips before he can think to stop it.

“Trees are just too basic to paint, I wanted to try my hand at painting a person,” Renjun bluffs, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Sure, let’s just go with that,” entirely disbelieving of his terrible lie. If his life ever counted on his horrid inability to lie, you were certain he’d never make it out alive.

“So what, sue me, maybe I think you’re gorgeous,” Renjun mumbles into the fabric of your shirt, peering up at you with a gaze so soft it’s reminiscent of when you two had been laying on the floor earlier. Sweeping his bangs out of his eyes, you turn in his hold to cup his face, bringing your forehead to meet his own as you grin widely. “What?” he asks, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Nothing, I’m just admiring the view,” you remark, running your thumb across his cheek just before leaning in to kiss him, Renjun meeting your lips halfway.

And for all the stars in the sky, he swears there are a hundred more in the galaxy that swims in your eyes.

[hourly-dreaming]

Pick an activity and see which member you get!

🎨 painting

🎨 video games

🎨 making bracelets

🎨 coffee tasting

🎨 basketball

🎨 dancing

🖌️A/N: Not all of these are hobbies per se, the name just seemed fitting for the set. I apologize for any confusion, as these are more of just fun activities.😊 (ps: the timestamps this time around have a slight significance... can you tell what it is?)

🖌️A/N pt.2: these are all easily 300-600 words long and more of drabbles than blurbs. I got a bit carried away,, sorry if it’s longer than you’d like, haha