summary: your architect husband who just doesn’t know when to rest.
wc: 515
genre: fluff
you quietly walk into his study, a hot cup of tea balanced on its matching porcelain plate. he’s so focused on his work he doesn’t hear how the floorboard creaks beneath your feet or feel your presence behind him watching him in his element.
your husband has an eye for architecture. so much so that he gets completely absorbed in his designs that if it weren’t for you, he probably wouldn’t sleep a wink and miss every meal. it’s a daily routine to come into his office and pull him away for bed.
“honey, won’t you come to bed now?” you place his tea down on his desk, far away enough from any important sketches. you balance yourself on a hand set down right by the sketchbook he’s currently using, the other on your hip.
“in a bit, my love. i’ve still got a lot to finish.” his fingers don’t loosen their grip on the pencil. he’s currently working on one of his many projects he’s yet to finish. you’ve lost count on what number this one was. he gets so excited with the many ideas he comes up with that he has to start new sketches before he loses them.
while it is his job and a job he’s extremely passionate about, you care about his well being. self care comes first in your eyes.
“while i’d hate to disturb your current creative flow,” you bring a hand to his hair, combing through it. “it is just about to be 2 in the morning and you need your rest.”
“there’s so much left to do, though.” he finally looks up at you. ah, there are those beautiful eyes that you love so much. always hunched over a sketchpad you don’t really get to see them until you force him away.
“donghyun,” you hold his face in your hands. you see how prominent his eye bags are. you reach for his glasses gently pulling them off and setting them on the desk. “your eyes are practically begging for sleep.”
you see the way he’s pouting at you like a child begging for more time to play, but rest is rest and it is very much needed.
“i made you some chamomile tea,” you turn to grab the cup the liquid inside probably cool enough to sip. “here.”
“i’m sorry it’s always the same thing every night.” his shoulders drop and he grabs the tea cup from you, taking a sip. “you shouldn’t have to take care of me like i’m a child.”
“i understand that this is your passion and i don’t mind it, but i also want you to stop neglecting yourself. i need you healthy and alive.” you joke.
he laughs and sets the cup back onto the plate. his hands reaching for your waist. “how about we spend a day together tomorrow? i’ll put the sketching to the side and you could have me all to yourself.”
“hm, i’d like that.” you lean down to leave a kiss on his forehead. “will you join me in bed now?”
“of course, my love.”
✐ᝰ : i knew i had to write something as soon as i saw the pictures …. ( 𖦹‸𖦹)..
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Summary: What starts as a simple request turns into a moment neither of you expected. When Woonhak accidentally sees you trying on a bikini, the quiet tension between you becomes impossible to ignore, and a single whispered permission changes the way he looks at you, and the way you look back.
Your bedroom door was slightly open. The air conditioner barely stirred the curtain as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of the black bikini you had just tried on. The bottoms sat a little lower than usual; the top revealed the exact curve where the fabric dipped against your skin.
“Woonhak,” you called without turning around, “can you bring me the bag I left in the living room? I forgot the other ones.”
You heard quick footsteps coming down the hallway.
Then they stopped abruptly.
The silence lasted a little too long.
You turned your head slightly and saw him frozen in the doorway, the bag hanging from one hand. His eyes had dropped for a second too long before lifting back to your face, and now he didn’t seem to know where to look. The tips of his ears were turning red.
“I… I didn’t… I didn’t see anything,” he muttered, his voice a little higher than usual as he took a step back.
A small smile tugged at your lips.
“Come in.”
He blinked.
“What?”
“Come in,” you repeated more softly. “You’ve already seen me. There’s no point in standing there.”
Woonhak swallowed hard. He walked in awkwardly and set the bag down on the bed without looking at it. Then he stayed where he was, about a meter away, his hands buried in his pockets as if he had no idea what to do with them. He kept trying to hold your gaze… and failing every few seconds.
You turned fully toward him, still standing in front of the mirror. The afternoon light spilled in from the side, tracing the line of your waist and the soft sheen of your skin.
“Do I make you nervous?” you asked casually, even though it wasn’t.
A quiet, breathless laugh escaped him.
“A little… yeah.”
He unconsciously ran his tongue over his lower lip. His shoulders were tense, his breathing slightly uneven. This wasn’t the loud, teasing Woonhak you were used to. He was quiet now, focused, looking at you as if he were fighting with himself not to step any closer.
“You can look,” you said, almost in a whisper. “I don’t mind.”
His eyes dropped again.
This time he didn’t rush to look away.
They lingered for a moment on the curve of your hip, on the way the fabric of the bikini tightened when you breathed.
When he finally looked back up, there was something different in his eyes.
Something darker.
Something that wasn’t just nervousness anymore.
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he replied, his voice low and rough. “Because if you give me permission… I’m not sure I’ll be able to pretend I don’t want to keep looking.”
He stayed where he was, at that dangerously close distance, waiting.
pairing: little!jaehyun x cg!riwoo (mentions of gfz and nunnyangz)
synopsis: jaehyun is stressed from comeback era, stressing him to the point that he can never sleep. but everyone is stressed too so he can't do anything about it. on a rare off day, everyone takes a break. except jaehyun. what's going to happen with jaehyun when he breaks?
details: a little angsty, overworking, breakdown, crying, comforting, very big emotions, a little of non-verbal, anger, yelling, panic attacks, fluff
wc: 0.7k
a/n -- first fic and its about jaehyun 🙂↕️ ill do like leehan next trust! i hope yall like it since it's my first fic on this acc.... okay bye love yall!
work drained everybody. the members are tired, exhausted to the point that they can't get up to shower. jaehyun was one of them, his head pounding so hard it made him want to throw up. they have an off day tomorrow, which is very rare in the kpop idol community.
jaehyun's head was very fuzzy, making it feel like there was a big thundercloud over his head. he ignored it fully and pushed it to the back of his head. he got up, going to his computer to work. he sat and stared at his screen, looking at it like it affected his mental health. it did, he just didn't want to say it. he started working, putting on his headphones to block the noise.
while working, the rest of the boys wanted a regression night to relieve stress. leehan and woonhak regressed quickly, running downstairs to have a good night.
"hyukie, where's aegi?" riwoo turned around to see who asked that question. woonhak asked, looking around.
"i don't know, hakie. i'll go get him, hmm?" riwoo ruffled woonhak's hair, leaving to see where jaehyun was. traveling upstairs to his room, it was quiet everywhere.
"jaehyun?" riwoo walked to his room, looking at the state he was in. he was staring into the screen, working. "jaehyun, we have an off day. can't you just relax?"
jaehyun turned off his headphones, looking at riwoo. "no, riwoo, i can't relax. this album can fail, we can disband, there's so many possiblities that can happen to me. us."
"i know that, just relax." riwoo said.
"STOP telling me to relax, i can't!" jaehyun yelled. riwoo touched his arm, jaehyun pushing it away. "STOP IT! STOP, Stop, stop, stop." jaehyun screamed, tears streaming down his face.
"leave ME ALONE!" jaehyun screamed again, running to the bathroom. jaehyun locked himself inside, sliding down the door. he sobbed hard, bawling so hard that he couldn't breathe.
"i can't do this anymore." jaehyun hiccuped out, sobbing crying. jaehyun started hyperventilating, having a panic attack. riwoo went to the door, knocking.
"let me in, jae. i hear you in there." riwoo knocked quicker, hearing the panic attack. riwoo ran to sungho's room, grabbing the bathroom key and unlocking the door. riwoo ran in, hugging jaehyun.
"hey, hey, look at me. breathe in, breathe out." riwoo told him, following his pattern. after jaehyun calmed down, he sobbed.
"let it out, baby, let it out." riwoo whispered sweet words in his ear, brushing his hair. jaehyun aggresively wiped his tears, making a mess.
"you have to be more softer, aegi." riwoo wiped carefully. they sat there for a couple minutes, hugging eachother. "you better, hyunie?" jaehyun nodded, shifting around.
"are you little?" riwoo asked, kissing his head. jaehyun nodded again, snuggling in. riwoo got up, bringing jaehyun to his bed.
riwoo comforted him, changing him into more comfortable clothes and getting into bed. jaehyun was snuggled in, wearing a white warm onesie and hugging his yunie. riwoo turned on something for jaehyun and slipped out to grab his sippy. riwoo went downstairs, seeing the littles dead asleep while sungho and taesan trying to keep awake. riwoo chuckled, covering all of them with blankets.
he came back up to see jae crying again. "what's wrong, aegi?" riwoo wiped his tears, getting into his bed. "stay, please." jaehyun mumbled. "jus' wan' 'ou to stay, appa."
riwoo cooed, giving him his sippy and letting him lean on his shoulder. riwoo was shocked about the nickname, it would usually be 'woo but appa? he didn't like it, he loved it.
"appa will always be here, right next to you." riwoo whispered, kissing his forehead.
" 'ove 'ou, appa!" jaehyun said, hugging him real tight.
"i love you too, myungie." riwoo tucked him in, laying down next to him. jaehyun instantly fell asleep, sucking his thumb. riwoo noticed and leaned to grab his pacifier, sliding it in between his lips. riwoo texted sungho, typing as quiet as he can.
riu - sungho, tuck the kids into bed and don't fall asleep there.
sungho - ugh, okay. is jae okay? i heard some of the screaming.
riu - yeah, just overworking himself to the point he broke into pieces. now good night.
sungho - good night, hope he feels better.
riwoo placed his phone down, snuggled in and fell asleep. "good night hyunie, i love you." riwoo kissed his forehead and fell asleep right next to him.
after a while and tucking the kids to bed, sungho slipped inside, snapping a photo of jaehyun and riwoo snuggled together. "cuties." sungho smiled to himself, quietly walking out and going to bed.
a toddler regressor!! i say 2-4 yrs old would be his age range but if real stressed, i think he would be in the 0-2 area!
SO SO SO hyper
the kid never runs out of energy and shrieks a LOT. meaning one of the members telling him to lower the volume of his voice
but when he does run out of energy... his eyes get very VERY droopy. he tries to keep his eyes open, saying " 'm awake!" while his eyes are half closed 🥹
shakes and nods his head a lot! all of the members love him doing that, asking him questions whenever they want to coo at him
"do you want to go nap?" 'shake shake' "do you want to play more before naptime?" 'nods excitedly'
one thing about cg!bnd... they have a cuteness aggression on their littles.
"you're so cute oh my goodness!" while pinching jaehyun's cheeks since he's pouting.
the BIGGEST pouter you will ever see
he tilts his head like every second
very clingy to his members, especially riwoo because he trusts him the most
"i gotta go to the bathroom aegi." "noo :(( stay." "sit with yeppi, okay?" "nooo! only wan' 'woo :("
uses a sippy because he can't use a big cup or he will spill it everywhere
does hesitate on regressing often because he thinks it's embarrassing for the leader to regress but he still enjoys it
picture perfect kid but will sometimes have tantrums (once in a blue moon)
LOVES his paci and his yunie (a puppy stuffed animal that riwoo got him [photo above]
loves getting called puppy, myungie, jae, aegi, etc.
a/n -- you can tell i love jae.. LMAO but here's aegi jaehyun whom i love ♡
Summary: You spend the afternoon keeping Taesan company while he works at the studio. What starts as a quiet day together turns into one of those small moments that remind you just how much he cares. 🖤🍬✨
The studio was quieter than usual.
The only sounds were the soft clicking of keys and, every now and then, a faint piece of music escaping from Taesan's headphones as he worked in front of the computer.
You had come to keep him company.
Nothing more.
He had things to finish, and you were simply occupying the couch in the corner of the studio, scrolling through your phone or occasionally watching him work.
Earlier, when he arrived, he had brought drinks for both of you without even asking what you wanted.
He had simply shown up with them.
As if he already knew.
Now he had been focused on the screen for nearly an hour.
So focused that he barely moved.
You glanced up at him again.
“Are you hungry?”
Taesan didn't answer immediately.
He slipped one side of his headphones off.
“What?”
“I asked if you're hungry.”
You checked the time.
“I could go get some snacks.”
He looked at you for a second.
Then lowered a hand to the front pocket of his hoodie.
Reached inside.
And pulled out several pieces of candy.
Your expression changed instantly.
“What...?”
He pulled out another one.
And another.
“Taesan.”
“Mm?”
“Why do you have so much candy in there?”
You stared at the pocket as if it contained an entirely different universe.
He simply shrugged.
“I thought maybe you'd want something to eat later.”
You moved a little closer.
Still surprised.
“You brought those for me?”
“Well...”
His gaze dropped briefly.
“Yeah.”
The answer came so naturally that it took you a second to process it.
As if it wasn't a big deal.
As if it had been obvious.
Something warm settled in your chest.
“Taesan...”
“What?”
“That's really sweet.”
His reaction was immediate.
He looked away toward the computer.
“It's not a big deal.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
The smile that appeared on your face only made him hide behind the screen even more.
Clearly regretting telling you.
You took one of the candies and sat a little closer.
For a few moments, you simply watched him work.
His eyes followed the screen.
His hands moving between the keyboard and mouse.
Completely focused again.
Until he spoke.
“I just need to finish this.”
You turned your head toward him.
Taesan was still looking at the monitor.
But there was a small curve at the corner of his lips.
“When I'm done...”
His fingers continued moving across the keyboard.
“We'll go get dinner, okay?”
He said it so simply.
So naturally.
As if he had already decided the two of you would be going together.
As if there had never been another option.
And honestly...
you liked that more than you should have.
“Okay.”
For a moment, a smile appeared on his face.
Small but satisfied
And even though he went back to focusing on his work seconds later, you noticed the way he subtly rolled his chair a little closer to where you were sitting.
