#bff!dream

[hourly-dreaming]

[5:43pm]

You are an angel in Jeno’s eyes, and he is ever grateful for the wonderful bond you two share, a friendship he hopes will even transcend lifetimes. He was sore and tired after his intense dance rehearsals, and when you offered to give him a free back massage, he almost cried. You help put as much as you can with the knots and stiff muscles, watching as Jeno visibly relaxes under your gentle handiwork. Jeno mumbles something into the pillow, forcing you to get closer to hear when you ask him to repeat himself.

“I asked, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” he replies, the room erupting with laughter at his silliness. “Nah, just bruised my ego when I got kicked out,” you respond as you grin back at a sleepy Jeno.

[hourly-dreaming]

[2:12am]

They say whenever you decide to drastically change your appearance, it is likely a need to change, or due to stress. Neither of those reasons applied to your skewed midnight logic, simply the outcome of impulsivity. The bright red you decided you wanted to dye your hair just hours ago sits on your bathroom sink, as the gray Jaemin picked out for himself rests next to it. Best friends never let each other do something stupid… alone. And so you take turns helping one another, making sure to leave no spot untouched. Interestingly enough, Jaemin only ends up dying the midsection of his bangs, resulting in him looking like the aftermath of a cosplay convention.

“Hey, stop laughing, it doesn’t look that bad! Honest! You know what, at least I don’t look like I’m about to start singing Under the Sea,” Jaemin retorts, both of you in stitches as your terrible 3am rendition of said song causes your annoyed neighbor to bang on the wall.

[hourly-dreaming]

[5:04pm]

If you had to take a shot for every time Jisung failed to paint your nail and ended up painting along your finger, you’d have died of liver poisoning less than two solid minutes into this ordeal. You had both been watching random videos on YouTube, and after a particularly interesting “nail art disasters” clip, Jisung decides to try his hand at painting your nails, claiming that it can’t be that hard to get right. Your best friend either severely overestimated his fine motor skills or poorly underestimated just how much paint was enough.

“Let’s just stick to vine compilations, huh? And skateboarding in the backyard next time we decide to be adventurous,” Jisung apologetically flashes you a smile before grabbing the polish remover, promising to make up for his mess. “Maybe I should paint yours now, ’sungie. After all, it’s only fair.” Oh, how you wish you could frame the look of pure terror on his face right now.

[hourly-dreaming]

[8:25pm]

Nothing was better after a long week than relaxing with your best friend, Renjun. You were both having a movie marathon on the couch, but after the second one, you tired of sitting still. Now here you both were, your hairs pulled back by headbands and elastics as a face mask sat on either one of your faces. The sweet scent wafting off chocolate mud masks was starting to make you hungry, and Renjun just laughs at the noise while scrolling through his phone, making you pout.

“Food should be here around the time we take these suckers off, great! Now, where were we again?” Renjun laughs at the marriage proposal you jokingly respond with, dramatically playing along just like he always does.

[hourly-dreaming]

[10:37am]

Ah, this was the life. Your best friend’s mother had just installed a new hot tub in the backyard, so Chenle, being the great pal he is, invited you over for the weekend to test it out and have a sleepover like the good old days. You’re both leaned back over the edge, arms out and sunglasses on as you simply kick back and relax. It isn’t until you decide to cloud watch that conversation picks up, insisting that the unicorn head he saw definitely looked a lot more like an ice cream cone.

“How the hell is that an ice cream cone? It’s even got ears!” he sighs, exasperated. It takes everything in you to not splash his face with the water when he gets like this… but today, you muse, you could make an exception. All’s fair in love and war, after all, and when you decidedly splash him, Chenle makes up his mind: this is war.