#bf discourse

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clumsy kisses with inexperienced jisung where your noses keep bumping, flushed faces dizzied, and jisung doesn't know whether to cup your cheeks, hold your waist, or keep his hands hanging in the air when you miss his lips by just a quarter of an inch for the nth time that night so all you two do is laugh. giggles bubbling and carbonated smiles. it doesn't matter since there's enough fireflies and sparkles and cupid's arrows flying above the summer air over your heads to have this night printed in the stars.

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Jaemin is a type of boyfriend who doesn't get mad(u honestly thought he will since it's expensive and that's his main hobby) when you broke his camera but kisses your forehead and says "its okay baby" instead

it's ruined, you think. it's over. if your significant other stains your mint hoodie with a bright patch of red, forgets the coffee that keeps you awake for the rest of the day, and breaks a very very very important possession of yours all in one day, you're sure you'd lose it.

you've done 3/3 today. the cracked screen on his camera lens is telling you that six months into this relationship is good enough.

"i know you're behind the door."

you flinch.

"open up."

the door creaks open.

"what's that behind your back?"

soft. jaemin utters each word softly and gently as if one decibel louder can be careless enough to break the spoken syllable into tiny tiny shards of glass— that, or he's noticed your shaking eyes when you show him his once perfectly new camera, now with fractures on the lens.

he doesn't say anything when he takes it from you. the camera doesn't stay long in his hands and it's tossed on the sofa. jaemin takes both of your wrists and gently circles his thumb against the back of your hands

"you could've hurt yourself," he says, examining each finger for a cut, scratch, or mark from the broken camera lens, thumbs fiddling and circling around the back of your hand. jaemin looks at your, lips and eyes smiling. "it's alright, baby. we can get a new one tomorrow, yeah?"

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first kiss with boyfriend mark lee and you had to pull away because he couldn't stop grinning against your lips and you ask him what's on his mind? mark replies before peach cheeks and loopy smiles and sheepish breaths of laughter completely overtakes him— that he's only written this moment in midday dreams and he couldn't believe that he can finally kiss you again and again and again without having to wake himself up.

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for the bf discourse!

So lately bf jaemin is a HUGE love of mine. I feel like he would love and admire ur body so so much and will make sure u think the same. He would rub your tummy while cuddling; thanking it for doing it’s job in making sure your well nourished and maybe he’ll kiss it? Idk just ugh IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIMMMM

it's not the sun leaking through the curtains that wakes you up in seven in the morning. it's jaemin's lips tickling the tip of your nose, the corner of your mouth, and the middle of your eyebrows when your scrunched them together after being oh-so-sweetly woken up.

"pretty, pretty," is the first thing you hear amidst the crumpling of sheets, and you turn around, hiding your smile from him, but all he does is wring his arms around your waist and bury his face into your hair while mumbling in a throaty voice, "what do i do? even the back of your head is so very pretty."

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mark is the type to play guitar for you and sing you to sleep uwu

dim lights and shadows playing on the ceiling. clock ticking at a time where the city is a asleep. and guitar strings mixing with the sounds of cars moving from outside the window, while mark smiles down at your close-eyed head resting on the edge of his shoulder. it's only those sounds flooding the early january morning— strings, wall clocks, cars whirring, and steady breaths inhaling and exhaling.

mark feels you squirming a bit, your quiet grumbles invading the steady mix of sounds, and he finds you still awake. a certain tune fills the air— one that you're familiar with, one that he's always noticed your eyes softening, lips smiling whenever you hear it.

it's the look on your face when he joins in with his voice. it's the look on your face when he stops and finds you sleeping.

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Jeno is a type of boyfriend who will put your head inside the shirt that he's wearing (playfully) and hug you when you get sulky

you haven't talked to jeno for six hours.

and quite frankly, you don't remember why you decided to give him the silent treatment in the first place, anyway. however, that isn't what irks you the most— it's the fact that lee jeno isn't event taking it seriously.

"is the baby still mad?"

he waltzes into the living room from the kitchen, half eaten apple in hand as he circles around the couch you're sitting in, eventually placing the fruit on the coffee table and squatting down in front of you with pursed lips.

"oh no. what do i do with you?" jeno sighs, but you don't miss the briefest twitch of his mouth when he looks up at you from below. you continu to cross your arms and leer at him. "should i kneel down and beg for forgiveness twenty-eight times?"

you huff, turning your head away.

"c'mon, you can continue to be mad at me, but are you really gonna deprive me from looking at my pretty baby's face?"

he cocks his head to the left, locking you on the couch in between his arms. you quickly snap your head to the right.

jeno holds back a laugh.

"well, if you don't want me to look at you..."

one moment, there's more space in the air as jeno stands up.

the next moment you're practically suffocating from the scent of fabric softener with a hint of cologne and three douses of panic because holy crap—

"i don't want anyone to look at you, either."

a squeeze. it's soft between his layers of clothing, but that doesn't erase that fact thats it's hot and you're burning and jeno is just laughing while you squirm inside his gigantic hoodie and around his arms.

"lee jeno, for fuck's sake—!"

you manage to slip your head out of the neck opening. the first thing you see are crystal irises looking into yours accompanied by a large grin that you can feel but can't see.

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Yuta as a clingy and possessive boyfriend. He would always make sure that he's holding your hand. If not, your waist or shoulder. To show to others that you're his. He would make sure that you're next to him especially in crowded places. He listens to everything you say to the point that he'll be obsessed with you, in a good way. And he would be your cheerleader, supporting you with whatever. 🤭

I think I could go on and on. But I don't want to be so biased (as if I'm not) 😂

it's an outing. drinks on the table, smoke filled air vents, sizzling on the stove, johnny pulling the rest of the table on his anecdote about a debate he and doyoung did, and there's yuta with his neck permanently stuck on the same position: turned sideways, 45 degrees, the perfect angle to get a good full view of your lips stretching out in laughter at something johnny said.

yuta almost blacks out.

"and then, holy shit, the best part—"

looks like there's something even more intoxicating than glass of alcohol in his hand (the other was busy with the rest of his arm slithered around your waist, just a peek away from view behind the table).

"jesus christ, nakamoto. you listening?"

he is. he'd always been.

the best part is you, isn't it?

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sulky jaehyun becoming a baby when he is sulky, like squishy squishy, pouty pouty * SCREAMS * HOW CUTE HE'D BE

everyone thinks that jung jaehyun has never experienced a single negative emotion in the world, considering his life, personality, and face seems to be personally hand crafted by every celestial being in existence, but that really isn't the case. out of all the possible known emotions man is capable of expressing— delight, happiness, anger, disappoinment— jung jaehyun chooses to sulk. a lot. a fact only known to a handful of people and that handful being only one (1) person because he doesn't want to hold anyone in his hands but you.

he doesn't want you holding anyone else's hands either.

even if that anyone else is a puppy from the dog cafe you two decided to visit.

"jaehyun."

frankly, it isn't all that hard to guess if jaehyun is sulking. the same symptoms always show— furrowed eyebrows, diverted eyes, arms crossed. quiet intermittent murmurs designed to fish for your attention that got unelegantly stolen from him. of course, you can't forget the red ears and pout combo.

"are you jealous over a dog?"

it doesn't take long for jaehyun to flush and flinch and feel embarrassed, but what can he do when all he wants is your full and undivided attention. even if it meant competing with a dog.