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[hoshiology]

Minghao finally gets a chance to be the leader, just like he wanted

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[tearsofsyrup]

bedside.  jihoon.  fluff.  722 words.

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You are met with a morning like any other when your eyes open halfway, as suggested by the tint of cheeky yellow across your walls from where it slips past the thin curtains draped over your window, and the familiar numbers displayed with a dull red through the screen of your alarm clock, and the heaviness weighing your limbs down comfortably into the mattress on your side of the bed.

Turning your head with leisure, you are faced with the back of Jihoon’s own and the mess of untamed hair adorning it. He is splayed safely across his predetermined space, like always, not even so much as a toe crossing the invisible line separating you down the middle of your mattress. The product of “I don’t mix cuddling with sleeping”, something you never understood.

A yawn is provoked from your lungs, slow and lazy while you consider moving yourself to the kitchen through blinking away the newborn droplets in the corners of your eyes. You need to toast some bread and brew some coffee to honor that this is a morning like any other, and begin by stretching your limbs like you usually do too.

But then the body beside you stirs and you watch it intently, waving off that it is not a scheduled occurrence.

Jihoon turns gradually, eyes barely open to meet yours once his task is complete. He gives space for a warm silence, only watching you watching him, humming before he speaks.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” you repeat, clearing your throat to relieve it of its lingering thickness. Jihoon doesn’t bother.

Another yawn climbs its way up your throat when Jihoon's eyes fall shut again and you wiggle your toes against the soft duvet.

"Want some toast? Coffee?" you question, barely listening for the affirmation that you already know is coming.

Jihoon's eyelids split open again, dark and fatigued beneath his lively fringe.

"No," comes what isn't supposed to. Your intrigue is peaked then and you listen with meaning, observing your boyfriends soft yet determined stare. "Stay. Sleep more."

Pinching your eyebrows, you feel the wrinkles between them as you turn to give your alarm clock another glance, before meeting Jihoon's awaiting eyes again. You lick your lips, rubbing one cheek with heel of your hand.

"It's eight thirty. Gotta make breakfast."

Jihoon stays unmoving along with his glare, heavy-lidded yet determined, locked with yours and unwilling to relent. It isn’t long before you’ve had enough of it and turn around to escape his steadfast eyes, presenting him with the back of your shirt.

“I’m getting up,” you declare despite lying still, deciding that you will stare at your alarm clock for a few moments longer before finally proceeding with your day. When the surface beneath you begins to move under what is presumably Jihoon shuffling to get up, a sweet taste of victory pokes at the tip of your tongue and effectively distracts from your morning breath.

Until suddenly hands are snaking their way along either side of your waist, up under your shirt to splay their soft palms across the expanse of your tummy. A taut chest presses up against your slightly rigid form from behind and your fingers instinctively grab onto and squeeze the nonexistent life out of the sheets you lie upon. Your eyes are wide open.

You feel Jihoon’s nose rubbing itself against your nape, arms warm and firm around your torso, one leg forcing itself between the both of your own. The silence is somehow thicker than before as his thumb softly draws patterns back and forth over your stomach.

Lips pursing, you try not to smile.

“Shut up,” Jihoon grumbles against you.

“What? I didn’t say anything.”

“I can hear you thinking.”

You try not to snort, producing an awkward spitting sound instead. Jihoon’s hold only tightens around you and something comforting blossoms within your chest, muscles relaxing into him.

A wide smile threatens to split your cheeks open.

“Jihoon-ah,” you mumble, eyelids falling shut again. He hums into your skin, nuzzling closer. “I think you’re on my side of the bed.”

He presses himself impossibly closer and you can only grin along with the smile you feel growing against your neck.

“I said, shut up. Now sleep.”

Victory tastes sweet, though giving in to Jihoon’s wish for an atypical morning is incomparably sweeter.

[delicatecy]

H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y J U N ♥︎

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[8:34 am] you know getting dressed in the morning isn’t supposed to be a difficult thing, and yet it’s been what—5, no, no 10 minutes of you fingering through the same hangers. Perhaps something bright and flowy to hide the turning in your stomach and the lingering alcohol in your veins. Or maybe something grey and loose to bury yourself under the weight of your brain. Choosing an outfit hadn’t been this hard last night. When your friend invited you to go out, you knew you were going to wear the dress that screams look at me and the heels that exude confidence. But today you can’t decide between the leggings that say look away or the words I’m fine folded up somwhere. Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard if you hadn’t slipped your infatuation for minghao in your purse before heading out last night. Maybe if you hadn’t vomited I like you while he held your hair back you wouldn’t be in this predicament. And behind layers of clothes, somewhere in the bottom of your drawers, you spot the words I love you, unsaid and unused. You’ve had them for a while though, sitting in the back of your closet, collecting dust in the bottom of your gut. That’s what you want to wear. You want to put on I love you and scream it from the rooftops. But you can’t. Something about the darkness in minghao’s eyes while he drove you home halts you from taking the three words and throwing it on your body. But it doesn’t stop you from grabbing the hanger and holding the words under your chin. You turn to the mirror, testing the words around your arms and on your tongue. They feel good, fit perfectly. And so you take the words I love you and hang them back in closet instead.

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Gifsets of Lee Jihoon ↳ Debate Night Jihoon Pt. 1 | DO NOT REPOST

[hexadonis]

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[adorablehoshi]

I decided to make a content creator support week (7th to 13th)

What this means is, that I reblog content that appears in the tag #angisccsw . Its open for all svt content (gifs,edits, writing etc) and I reblog as much as I can and see. Not reblogged will be 19+ content or anything that could start drama.

For ppl who don't want to see it, pls blacklist the #

As I work again, it can take some time till your stuff appears on my blog. To not spam too much, I might put some into a q. With the same #