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[sara-wishes]

[10:34] - 산

now listening to: If Without You by ATEEZ

You had always found peace in his eyes. 

Just like the sun would reflect its shine on the moon, his smile would always reflect on his eyes. It would also make the two most adorable dimples appear on his face.

His eyes would never fail to make you feel safe and more often than not, you were the only thing found in his gaze. He looked at you as if you were his whole universe. 

Every morning, when you woke up first, looking at his relaxed features would calm you. And if he ever was the one to wake first, like light feathers his sweet kisses would tickle you awake. 

Every night, when the pressure just was too much, his arms would embrace you and ground you. Always knowing when to support you just when you were close to crumbling down.

His melodic and angelic voice brought you giddiness and his mere presence stilled all your worries. 

You had known San for many years now. And for many years you had known 'home' was not a place. 'Home' was a radiant soul.

A radiant soul that made you understand just how easy saying those now familiar words could be.

So now, as the man in question happily hummed to a soft tune while you both had breakfast, you uttered those three words. "Sannie, I love you."

"I love you too."

There it was. The smile you so much adored. 

[slytherinshua]

[ 10:28am ]

The morning sun shone through the window on the soft white sheets that you laid on, the duvet kicked off onto the floor somewhere long ago. Your legs were tangled with Seungwoo’s, and your head rested on his chest. His hand combed through your hair mindlessly; the quiet, intimate atmosphere being exactly what you both needed. 

Neither you or Seungwoo had the motivation to get out of bed, despite the clock ticking later and later. You both needed just one morning to be lazy, and given the empty schedule for the day, what was stopping you two from just staying in bed together a little longer? 

Because of Seungwoo’s tank top that he wore to sleep, the tattoos on his collarbones peeked out. The sun shone on them in a mesmerising way, catching your attention. You lifted your head up slightly so you could look at them a bit closer, a smile on your face. 

You had admired them time and time again, but you still thought the placement of them was beautiful. You lightly traced each of the roman numerals that made up the birthdate tattoo on his left shoulder.

Seungwoo smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear as it had fallen in front of your face. “You’re back to tracing my tattoos.” He said fondly, and you realised it had been a while since you had last done this.

You had done it very often when you first started dating, becoming obsessed with them for the first time back then. As you had gotten busier, you didn’t have as much opportunity to look at them, let alone have the time to stare at them as you were doing now.

“They’re pretty…” You whispered, those 2 words were enough to explain why you liked tracing them so much. You looked back to Seungwoo’s face, “You’re pretty.” You said, smiling.

“I love you.” His hands went up to hold your neck gently, bringing your face down closer to his so he could connect your lips.

“I love you too… and your tattoos.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-bluehair

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: i am so whipped for this man it's just ksdjndkkdjk low-key died while writing this ngl

[heavenwithgyu]

[5:45am]

“C’mon, get up.” Jisung tells says to you, poking at your cheek, you huff and turn your head to begin falling asleep.

“Y/n.” He nearly whines and you whine back.

“Sung.” You whine, your voice hoarse but he feels his heart skip a beat.

“Get up, it’s time for school.” He says softly, setting an outfit he had picked out for you.

It was something you had made him do a bit into your relationship, you always claimed his fashion sense was a god sent.

So, he began doing it without you asking occasionally, especially on days like this.

You two had spent last night staying up too late while making a pillow fort and watching Netflix.

He knew you wouldn’t wake up in the morning, but the way you smiled and laughed last night made his heart melt.

You got up after a few seconds, your hair in  disarray but he thought it was cute.

You looked at the clothes and smiled, looking at him and feeling your eyes droop.

“Thanks babe.” You whispered, still half asleep.

His stomach irrupted into butterflies but he played it off easily.

“Of course, love.” He said, kissing your head and then walking out to let you change.

[dayandnight-blue]

[09:53 PM] Sicheng opens the door to your shared apartment and quietly closes it when he finds you cross-legged on the couch, watching the TV intently. He places his bag on the floor beside the couch gently and only then do you notice your boyfriend's presence.

"Sicheng, you're home!" you whisper-shout excitedly, turning back to the TV for a moment to turn it off. His features soften and a smile appears on his lips, his eyes obviously tired. You stand up to greet him, enveloping him in a hug. "Hi, baby," he whispers, his voice as tired as his face was showing. "How was your day?"

You pull back a little in the embrace and cup his cheeks. "Better, now that you're here," you leave his embrace to hold his hands instead. "But you're tired and I can tell you about it in the morning." You begin to pull him to the bedroom and onto the bed. You pull him close and hug him tightly once again.

He smiles gratefully, returning the hug. "Thank you, babe," he says, snuggling into your warm figure. You press a soft kiss to his temple, "Anything for you."