✮ — dedicating this fic to my dearest rosy kitty pie who just celebrated her birthday !! luv u lots and i hope u enjoy, even if it’s a little late <3
fluff ; bsf!woonhak, they’re both a little oblivious, a bit of tension, kinda silly ┈ #requested!!
wc : 1.4k (ty fae for beta reading 😚)
curse the the heat.
curse global warming and all those ai-using losers for making the world hotter, because you’re almost certain your skin is about to melt off.
you’re about to accept defeat and melt into the all too warm covers of your bed when a familiar tone buzzes from your phone. you’d recognize it anywhere, an annoying *tink* noise your best friend had set specifically for his contact.
it takes all the strength in your arm to raise your phone up and check the your notifications.
HAK!!!🗣️🗣️ : 7/11 run?
HAK!!!🗣️🗣️ : it’s so hot bro a slushie would hit so freaking hard rn🤤🤤🤤
you roll your eyes with a scoff, this is what you used your energy on? but despite your faux annoyance, you can’t bring yourself to ignore his texts.
you : omg ur right
you : so basically you should go get us some and bring it to me
your notifications blow up and you can already hear his complaints about how it wouldn’t be the same without you and how boring it’d be to go alone. you eventually give in, only because he threatens to not get you anything at all and just eat his snacks in front of your face. which of course he’s done before..
and while occasionally a pain in your side, he still offers to make his way to your house first and walk with you to 7/11 together instead of going individually. it’s a habit he picked up at the beginning of high school because he was taught it was the “gentlemanly thing to do” and wanted to be seen as more of a man. (dork) ((affectionate))
soon, woonhak pokes his head through the front door casually like he always does when he gets bored and decides to invade your home. he tucks the spare key under the potted plant once he gets the door open and makes a beeline to your bedroom. you recognize his footsteps immediately, but how could you not? all too quick and energized as always and he drags out your name as a warning before barging the door open, this time drawling each syllable.
you grumble a weak response, not having moved since texting him back because each movement feels like you’re sinking into the mattress. he stares at you for a second and you can’t tell if he’s figuring out a way to toss you out the window or if he’s taking in the breeze your fan gives him as a break from the heat. but somehow he managed to get you outside and under the more shaded parts of the sidewalk, humbly taking the sunnier parts when possible.
the walk is nice, the conversation flowing easily as it always does with the occasional brush of shoulder or bump of elbows. except you’re feeling a touch warmer than usual and the sun in your eyes isn’t exactly helping. and of course, he notices. he always does, it’s the small things that inch you closer to your impending doom.
and like it’s the most normal thing in the world, woonhak swipes his sunglasses off of his forehead, his hair now flopping into his eyes out of the slicked back style it was in before. his footsteps slow down and he gently places them onto your nose while being careful not to get your hair in your eyes.
“there, now you can actually see!” as if he didn’t handle that with the delicacy one would have with a porcelain doll. however, you are glad the tinted glass hides how your eyes widen.
the whole morning you’ve felt this weird mix of emotions swirling in your stomach, like you knew something would happen, you just weren’t sure what.
and the realization isn’t dramatic, not a huge scene that makes your head spin and your hands all clammy. but the fact that it’s something so simple almost makes it more embarrassing.
it’s when you finally make it to the convenience store, you could kiss the ground it sits upon for it just existing there. and the relieved glint in your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by the man next to you, either.
woonhak takes a step in front of you to get his hand on the door, swinging it open for you to get inside first. the air conditioning blasts in your face and you light up immediately. he smiles at how the pout on your lips fixes itself, his grip on the door unnoticeably tightening.
opening a door is a completely normal, everyday gesture anyone would do. especially when your best friend has made it “a competition to see who gets to it first.” real smooth. but you let it slide because it meant never touching a door handle with him around and the habit just stuck ever since. that is, until an older woman catches your attention, only a couple strides ahead of you as she makes her way out the store with a bag slung on her arm.
and what seals your fate is when she turns to you with a warm smile as she takes in the sight before her; a young man holding the door open for a lady, who he stares at and treats like she’s his girlfriend, and having the manners to keep it open for someone else. because apparently kids these days don’t have decency anymore..
“thank you, young man! oh what a sweet gentleman you have, my dear!” she glances between the two of you with a proud sense of gratitude and winks as she directs the last part to you.
“oh, he’s not— uhm, thank you…” your voice trails off awkwardly as you nod to her, clearly caught off guard by such a compliment.
her smile, a little gummy yet so kind, was too genuine for you to correct. and it’s not like you’re actually dating anyway, so who cares?
…
you do. you care. as of this very moment. because the brief moment of eye contact after being perceived as a couple only solidifies what you should have come to terms with ages ago. you like kim woonhak. your friend since high school who’s stuck it out for two years of uni and now a summer full of your demands to go hang out.
he brought you fried chicken late at night because it was the only thing you’d eat while studying at that hour, even if he stole a few pieces. he’ll tie your shoe for you when you’re too tired to bend over, grumbling about how lazy you are despite crouching down without a fight. he’s been there to put your hair up for you while at the beach because you were worried about getting it wet, only to throw you into the ocean with the heartiest laugh you’ve seen from him while you plotted a way to drown him.
so yeah, while occasionally a pain in your side, woonhak has stuck by your side throughout each and every little hardship. he’s been your rock while the two of you experience some of the most fun yet terrifying years of your life without any sign of being annoyed or unhappy.
and you can tell he doesn’t plan on changing a thing because after reciprocating your awkward glance with a head nod, woonhak immediately grabs your favorite chips with a childlike grin and places them in the basket. he didn’t notice. and for that you’re grateful. because you’re not very mentally prepared for it to have become a scene.
you peruse the small shop and stick your head in the refrigerated section in hopes of cooling your heart down when you remember what you came here for in the first place; a slushie. it’s fine, sitting under a shaded tree while you talk about mindless topics will surely clear your head and brush away those silly thoughts of what you think is only a one-sided crush.
woonhak, on the other hand, is now staring at the slushie machine like it owes him money with that quizzical face of his that means he’s truly in thought.
“what flavor are you getting? ooh wait, i want the red one! i’ll get you blue so we can trade—”
“NO- i mean, um. no, i want ice cream instead”
the act of sharing a drink never seemed weird to either of you because friends share things all the time. even using the same straw or utensil on occasion was never “gross”, it just meant trying what each other had. but now? the thought of having your lips in the same spot made your head spin. or maybe it was the heat.. right, ice cream…
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≡ p.s. does posting a woonhak fic on taesan’s birthday equal sanhakwe crumbs? yes ofc it does. (it’s 11:45 pst okay…)
✎ — A/N: i wanted to show everypony how much they DESPISE another 😊😊 for now as u can tell there’s a time skip 😅😅 inaccurate timestpams for the latest tweets apologies
AYOOOOO WAZZUPPP, very on brand with my name, may i ask for woonhak and prose 15 very much please!
Wazzuppp! 👋 Omg, thank you so much for the prompts! I put 14 and 15 together because the dynamic was just too perfect for Woonhakie!
And honestly, I’m a fan of your writing too! 💕 Knowing that you read and enjoy my works makes my heart so full. It’s such an honor! Thank you for being my wonderful reader (and author!). Enjoy the scenario! 🌸✨
If we’re talking about the place furthest from the word 'peaceful' on this planet, the group's dorm on a weekend evening with no schedules would undoubtedly make the top three.
The sound of the game console competed with the loud bickering of Jaehyun and Taesan, who were fiercely battling it out in a racing game. Meanwhile, Sungho sat sighing on the single sofa, and Leehan leaned against the couch, hugging his knees and watching the game with a quiet smile, not making a fuss.
"Yah! Han Dongmin! Why did you cut me off?! You threw that red shell at me on purpose, didn't you?!" Jaehyun yelled loudly, shifting and swaying his body to the rhythm of the car steering in the game, as if he were actually the one driving.
"It suits you, hyung. You're the one driving as slow as a crawling in shell," Taesan replied in a calm, provoking tone, his hands endlessly mashing the controller buttons.
As for you... you were sitting cross-legged on the soft, fluffy rug in front of the long sofa, trying to blend in as a piece of furniture to escape the chaos. Behind you sat the giant maknae, Kim Woonhak. His strong arms were draped over your shoulders, subtly trapping you in his embrace.
The weight of his chin resting on your hair didn't feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, the warmth of his body heat and the faint scent of his signature cologne made you feel strangely relaxed.
In your hands was a large strawberry cheesecake sundae you had just ordered for delivery—your absolute favorite that you fully intended to devour all by yourself. But it seemed the giant puppy behind you wasn't going to let that happen.
"Let me have some," Woonhak's deep voice sounded right next to your ear, his chin still resting heavily on your head.
"No way, go get your own spoon," you deflected, twisting away to protect the sweet treat in your hands.
Riwoo, who was sitting not too far away and could see what was happening, quietly reached over and handed him some snacks instead.
"Aww, but I'm too lazy to walk over and get it. Feed me, please?" Woonhak used that whining, affectionate tone he always used when he wanted something. He reached out to take the snacks Riwoo offered, but his bright eyes blinked pitifully anyway, looking down at you like a starving puppy when you looked up at him over your shoulder. "Please? Just one bite."
You let out a long sigh of defeat. Who could possibly resist Kim Woonhak's begging?
"Only one bite, okay?"
You reiterated the condition, scooping up a generous spoonful of ice cream with a big chunk of cheesecake, and turned to hold it up to the pouty boy's lips. Woonhak obediently opened his mouth, his eyes curving into happy little crescents.
However...
Instead of just taking the ice cream from the spoon and pulling away, right as you were about to pull the spoon back, Woonhak leaned his face in closer. His mischievous eyes looked deep into yours for a split second before his target shifted.
His soft lips didn't just touch the pink plastic spoon; they deliberately pressed against the corner of your mouth, which was slightly smeared with ice cream.
Smooch!
The sound of lips touching was soft, but loud enough to make your eyes widen. Your body froze for a moment. The ice cream in Woonhak's mouth didn't interest him nearly as much as the sweetness from the corner of your lips. He pulled away slowly, his cold, ice-cream-coated lips breaking into a wide, eye-crinkling smile.
"Mmm... sweeter than I thought," he said nonchalantly, as if he were simply critiquing the taste of the cheesecake, even though his eyes were completely fixated on your lips. He lightly licked his own lips to catch the lingering sweetness.
Beeeep! GAME OVER!
The game-over sound effect blared from the TV, accompanied by a solid three seconds of dead air in the living room. No one moved. Every pair of eyes turned toward the source of the silence.
"Yah!! Kim Woonhak! Get a room if you're gonna do that!" Jaehyun, who had turned around just in time to witness the scene, yelled out, throwing his controller onto the sofa.
"Ugh, my eyes..." Riwoo squeezed his eyes shut in exasperation, grabbing a large throw pillow to cover his face and burying himself into the sofa's backrest, refusing to acknowledge the PDA attacking the single guys.
"This kid is wicked," Leehan added, shaking his head, while Sungho simply raised a hand to massage his temples.
Your cheeks burned so hot they felt like they were going to explode into Cocoa Crunch. The embarrassment bubbled up so intensely you wanted to burrow under the rug and hide, but with the members' eyes staring right at you, all you could do was take a deep breath and try to keep your expression as normal as possible.
You whipped your head around to glare at the culprit, who was sitting there beaming, completely unfazed.
You didn't yell, scold him, or throw a tantrum like usual, knowing full well that if you made a fuss, his hyungs would tease you even more relentlessly. Instead, you gave him a deadpan, silently threatening glare that clearly conveyed: 'You are so dead when we get back to our room. We're settling this later, Kim Woonhak.'
Still, unable to hold back your sheer exasperation, you lightly smacked his lips with the back of the ice cream-stained plastic spoon in suppressed frustration.
Woonhak flinched slightly when the spoon hit his mouth, but instead of showing remorse, the golden retriever boldly challenged the tiger. He gave you a cheeky, provocative eyebrow raise and reached out with his large hand to gently wipe the ice cream smudge from the corner of your mouth. The slightly rough touch of his thumb sent shivers down your spine.
He was completely unaffected by your threatening glare. Worse yet, he slowly licked his own lips right where you had just smacked him with the spoon. His sharp, mischievous gaze never left your face.
Before his deep voice whispered softly... loud enough for only the two of you to hear, amidst Jaehyun's endless complaining in the background.
"I can barely wait."
...
"Han Dongmin!! Stop throwing water bombs at my car!!"
"It's your own fault for not focusing on the game, hyung."
Hmm... pure chaos in the living room, and pure chaos in your heart today.
warnings : use of Taesan's real name (Dongmin), No use of y/n as it's written in first pov, time jumps throughout the day, romantic moments, some smut, butt smacking once and mentions of it, lots of kissing, fingering, unprotected sex (don't), lots of foreplay, only mentions of rough sex, it's just making love and sweet intimate moments here
synopsis : Celebrating your boyfriend's birthday in your own way yet his favourite, just to make him feel special and seen, so you both embark on a music and dance date with a cosy nightin.
wc : 1.8k
a/n : Happy Birthday Taesan!!! This is a special birthday post for him. This is not proofread so excuse any grammatical or other errors, I didn't had much time to write this so sorry for fast time jumps throughout the day and many off-page moment mentions in the post.
Slow mornings were me and Dongmin's favorite. It was his 22nd birthday today. I had already told him that the day would unfold according to me. All he knew was that we both were going on a 'music date' today. He had teased me about this unusual idea of a date saying, "You making this up on the spot or what?" But I had been planning for this day for quite a long time.
It's been 1.5 years since we both came in a relationship and I knew how much he was a fan of old school rock music, Oasis and Nirvana, thanks to his dad.
I had baked a cake for him and celebrated his birthday with his friends and family at midnight. Then after everyone had gone, we both had talked all night while staying in each other's arms about our first meeting, our concert date, stolen glances, surprise rendezvous and late night music sessions. So today was all about indulging into the rhythm of music and being lost in its harmony together.
The morning sun rolled over and casted a dazzling warmth on his face. We were both still entangled in the sheets, just savoring the moments. I quietly rolled out from his embrace and went straight to freshen up and prepare his favourite breakfast. I was in the process of making waffles when I felt a loud slap on my ass. Dongmin has always been extra obsessed with my ass. Groping and slapping came naturally with it, regardless of where we were. Unfazed by the sudden intrusion and the sting on my ass that followed, I continued making my way through the kitchen and preparing stuff. "These smell delicious. Have you really made them or you ordered them in secret?" He said with a teasing tone. He never leaves a single moment of teasing me. "Haha, if they'll turn bad, I'll say I ordered otherwise I'll take the credit." Our cheerful banter continued till we were all done with breakfast, eating half of it by the kitchen counter and half on the way to the dining table.
***
After finishing, I grabbed his hand, took the coats from the coat hanger by the door and guided him out of the house towards our car.
The first stop was a local coffee shop. It was the same coffee shop where we had our first coffee shop date. I knew his usual coffee order, so I ordered two usual iced lattes. I wanted to savor and spend longer here but I had better plans for today so we decided to go for takeaway.
Grabbing the coffee cups, we straight away drove next to the best vinyl shop in town. I knew his love for vinyls so I thought this would be a good gift for him. We spent 1.5 hours there, finding new vinyls, experimenting with music genres, and finally I bought him 3 vinyls: 2 his choice and one mine (I hope he likes it though).
Next, we decided to walk to a nearby city park overlooking the lake and mountains. It was late summer season, the flowers still blooming, a small breeze flowing and sending a chill down our spines. We found a perfect spot by a tree and sat in its shade. Our shared playlist humming in the background.
It was so peaceful. I wondered if Dongmin was ever this quiet. Not a single comment or a teasing remark from his side from the past 30 minutes. "You okay babe? If you want to talk about something or if something is weighing on you, then I am here to listen and help you." I finally said after gathering courage and feeling uncomfortable by this heavy silence. Dongmin still kept silent.
It felt like eternity when he finally said, "I always wanted to make everyone proud, to buy them things, to make my dad rich, to earn so much that my close people don't have to think twice before buying something. But it feels so good when someone else gives you a surprise or thinks about you and cares about you just the way you do for them. I have never really got my surprises or surprise parties before. Last night you invited all my close friends and even my brother. Mom called me in the morning. She told me how you had invited her and dad too, a month ago itself, but they couldn't make it because of dad's health reasons. A whole month ago?" He paused like the words had evoked a sense of emotion in him he thought he couldn't hide anymore. "Thank you baby. My birthday couldn't have been better than this." I also felt the kind of emotions and feelings he was experiencing now. He also had spent a month planning for my birthday previous year. That surprise was the biggest I had ever imagined. I thought the atmosphere feels heavy and deep now, so I chose to lighten up the mood and settled for just saying, "It's only noon baby. We have a whole day ahead. It's just the start." He looked at me, deep into my soul, and smiled, "I love you" I smiled back too and smooched his face, "I love you too honey." We sat there for another 30 mins, basking in the midday sun and light breeze, kissing each other from time to time.
***
After eating lunch in a small cafe rather than a fancy restaurant, we drove back home. We both share another passion apart from music and that was playing video games. So that was what we did for the next 2 hours. He won maximum times because he's always better than me and so competitive in these things. And slowly his playful side came back again after the emotional heavyload.
I had ordered a bouquet, some chocolates, and some new clothes for him and scheduled the delivery for late evening. I asked him to freshen up and I'll arrange the next thing for our music date. Meanwhile the delivery guy came up with the gifts.
I set up the table, dimmed the lights, set up the gifts, and finally placed a vinyl record on the player. The ambience was perfect now. The night was setting in. And all I had in mind was dance and sing the night away.
***
But first I made his favourite dinner. We had a candle light dinner type thing at home for which he teased me the whole time saying how cheesy this is. But I could see the genuine admiration beyond that, the way his eyes blinked a lot more than usual like he was fighting back some tears and how a soft smile formed on his lips before he hid it with a smirk. He was already so moved by the flowers and gifts thinking it was too much but nothing with or for him was ever too much.
Finally, I took his hand in my hands, guided him towards the living room, the vinyl player was still playing, a soft slow beat playing in, and he took my cue and suddenly we started dancing together almost as if we were in a ball except we were in our pj's. 15 minutes in and we changed it to something upbeat and then we danced in a different rhythm.
By the end of 1 and the half hour, we had driven up to a sensual beat and the night felt heated and tension lingering in the air. Though I had a karaoke night plan on my mind, Dongmin had other plans and afterall it was his birthday so I let him guide me to the bedroom.
As soon as my back hit the mattress and he came right on top of me, his hands on my side and mine looping around his neck, he looked deep into my eyes, then kissed my forehead, both the eyes, nose, both the cheeks and finally captured my lips into a deep all-encompassing kiss. It wasn't hungry or hurried but it wasn't gentle or slow either. Though it contrasted his usual hungry messy kisses that soon turned into makeout and then to rough sex.
But today he took his own sweet time. Like he was exploring and remembering me in a different way. His hands weren't hurried nor he took off our clothes first in seconds. It was as if the whole night would be just foreplay. Which was so unusual in our relationship. We both liked it rough, him dominating and speaking filth in my ears throughout. But tonight, it felt the need to experience and feel more rather than talking. "I know what you are thinking, baby. And perhaps I am not so good in this gentle vanilla shit either but I want to savor each second of tonight with you in your arms, inside you and looking at these lovey dovey eyes of yours while that. I don't want to rush or hurt you. I want to be grateful for everything you did and that I can be whatever you want me to be for you. I can also make love with you." I pulled him for another kiss and said against his lips, "I know. And just so you know, you are all or even more than what I ever wanted, so don't bring that doubt in your mind please."
Finally he worked his hands up to remove my t-shirt and his too. And soon all the other clothes joined that pile. He still maintained his slow rhythm of exploring and teasing in a different way. After a good 15 minutes, his hands finally moved down, one and then two fingers slided past my folds and he moved them in and out of me at a gentle pace which had me squirming in no time, "more babe...". "Patience, love, patience. It's just the start, isn't it?" His lips turned into a smirk. And then finally, he swapped his fingers for his cock after he thought I am 'prepared enough' as if he hadn't taken me without much prep in the small storeroom in his office building the other day saying 'just a quickie please'.
Now I felt the effect of his words 'making love' finally dawn on me. That realization tripped me over the edge and we both came at the same time. "It was one of the best orgasms I ever had." He said while laying beside me, and snuggling me into his tight embrace. "Happy birthday once again my love. I love you so much", I whispered to him, while feeling so sleepy after the whole day. He pecked my lips, "I love you so much too. And thank you for everything. Now goodnight and sleep well..." he whispered back without knowing how much I listened before sleep finally found me but he knows those words will reach my heart no matter what. Hugging me tightly and pecking some more kisses on my face and shoulder he drifts to sleep too.
Dividers by @mieluno , @dontmentionitseriouslyy, @suupersonic
Images taken from Pinterest and credit goes to their respective owners.
to be known is to be loved. that is how the saying goes, is it not? you’re pretty sure your childhood rival secretly cares about you. somehow taesan has every single part of your existence memorized (what’s up with that?). the first time you came into his life, the way you push his buttons, the sketches on your bedroom walls — every single thing he’s noticed about you throughout your years of entanglement, documented.
author’s notes: hi my tumblrinas!! this series will be containing drabbles and short fics looking into the way hts’s life orbits around reader! there won’t be a strict chronological order to the stories, however they all take place within the same au. taglist for specifically this series is open, so feel free to lmk through an ask!
In psychology, there's a term called 'Cute Aggression'.
It’s the phenomenon where you see a creature so incredibly cute—so cute that your brain simply can't process it—that your body's natural response is the urge to squeeze, squish, bite, or even completely devour it just to release the overwhelming tension.
Kim Woonhak had never understood this ridiculous theory in his entire life. He always thought that when you see something cute, you just look at it, take a picture, or at most, give it a few gentle pats on the head. How could anyone have such a sadistic urge to crush something cute with their bare hands?
(Well... I guess that explains why he never understood why Taesan hyung would always squish his face into a pancake, or why Jaehyun hyung would randomly sink his teeth into his arm.)
That was... until he started dating you…
"Chew your food properly, you're gonna choke."
The deep voice came from the tall guy sitting with his arms crossed on the sofa. Woonhak was staring at you—sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of the TV—with a gaze that clearly screamed he was secretly losing his absolute mind.
It was a day off, and you had decided to camp out at his dorm. You were lounging around in his favorite oversized gray hoodie (which, on you, draped all the way down to your knees, making you look like a little mochi wrapped in a blanket). Your hair was tied up in a messy bun, and most importantly... your cheeks were currently stuffed with butter bread as you chewed away, your eyes glued to the variety show on screen, completely oblivious to your surroundings.
And that exact sight was driving Woonhak insane.
The 180-plus-centimeter giant was sitting there biting his lip, his hands resting on his lap balled into tight fists, veins popping.
Cute... she's way too cute.
He screamed that sentence in his head for the hundredth time today. The way your eyes widened in anticipation at the TV show, combined with your round cheeks bouncing with every chew, was a direct, critical hit to the superstar maknae's nervous system.
You snapped your head around at his scolding tone, your brows furrowing slightly while your mouth was still entirely full of bread.
"Mmmph! (What!)" you let out a muffled sound of protest, blinking your innocent eyes at him in confusion. "Ooh awway ah aah aah! (You're always scolding me!)"
Kim Woonhak's last thread of sanity snapped.
The tall boy shot up from the couch and marched straight over to you while you were still looking at him cluelessly. He quickly dropped to his knees right behind you.
"Hey! Do you have any idea how much of a hard time you're giving me?!"
"Huh?"
Before you could even swallow your bread, two familiar large hands reached out from behind and firmly cupped both of your cheeks.
Woonhak held your face before squeezing both of your cheeks together with the ultimate level of cute aggression. The squeeze wasn't painful, but it was firm enough to squish your lips forward into a duck pout, pushing the soft flesh of your cheeks up right under your eyes.
"Oon-ah! Whah aah oo oohing! (Woonhak! What are you doing!)" you squawked, your voice completely muffled. You tried to bring your hands up to pry his octopus-like grip off your face, but the giant boy stubbornly refused to let go. Instead, he leaned over your shoulder, resting his chin right on your collarbone.
"Because you're too cute! I'm going crazy here!" he whined back, his voice shaking with pure, unadulterated frustration. "Why are your cheeks so puffy? Why are you wearing my hoodie and acting like a little cotton ball, huh?! Do you know how badly I want to squish you into pieces right now?!"
"Eh oh igh ow! (Let go right now!)"
You wriggled around, finally managing to swallow the bread with great difficulty before glaring back at the person behind you. But the moment you saw his handsome face up close, you froze.
Woonhak wasn't frowning. He wasn't mad at all... Quite the opposite, his bright, dark eyes were sparkling with mirth. The corners of his mouth were twitching like someone trying so hard to hold back a smile that their cheeks were cramping.
Seeing you stop struggling, the pressure on your cheeks slowly loosened. From squishing your lips into a pout, his large hands shifted to gently cradling your face with absolute care. The warmth of his palms spread across your skin, which was already blooming with a rosy flush.
Woonhak's long thumb gently stroked your cheekbone. The touch, shifting from an aggressive squish born of cute aggression to a tender, deeply adoring caress, made your heartbeat stumble.
"You're seriously dangerous..." he murmured, his voice softening as his eyes stared deeply into yours. "When you act cute without even realizing it... do you know how dangerous that is for my heart?"
"I didn't even do anything..." you mumbled, your voice dropping to a whisper, completely flustered by the proximity.
"That's exactly why it's so frustrating," Woonhak chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling your cheek. "Because you don't even have to try... and you're still the cutest person in the world to me."
With that, he leaned in closer, burying his nose into the cheek he was holding and giving you a huge, firm peck just to release whatever cute aggression he had left in his system.
Okay... now you wholeheartedly believed in the 'Cute Aggression' theory. Because the way Woonhak was looking at you right now... he really looked like a giant wolf pup ready to completely devour you at any given moment…
