Hello! Could I request a Hendery fic where he giggles into a kiss? I don't have any ideas beyond that but I saw someone said he would be the type to do that and it put me in biiiggg soft hours
♚ a/n; was gonna post a 2k+ fic for this until I realized it had nothing to do with the request. please enjoy <3 (wc; 852)
[giggles&kisses] “your hand is still holding mine.”
“oh.” was all he said, quickly letting go. you tried not to pay attention to how cold your hand felt without his.
the two of you stood in silence. light illuminated from the gap between the door and the floor. hendery awkwardly scratched his head. you turned your attention to your lap. the bass of the music was muffled against the door, along with the rest of the people chatting away as the timer ticked down from seven.
“so, I guess we’re supposed to kiss,” he stated.
“but we don’t have to, if you don’t want to!” he quickly added, “we could always just sit here until the time is up.”
you chuckled at his reassurance, “I know what I signed up for when I sat in the circle.”
“right,” he softly smiled, “want to get started?”
you cleared your throat, “uhm, sure.”
the two of you hesitantly shuffled closer to each other. blinded by the darkness, you didn’t realize how close he was until you bumped into him.
“sorry,” you both laughed.
his thumb rubbed your forehead, “wow, first I hit you with a basketball and now I head bump you. I’m so sorry.”
“you could always kiss it better,” you teased.
any words you planned to speak out got tangled on your tongue when hendery took your offer seriously, lips gently brushing against your forehead. his lips lingered there before he quickly backed away, muttering apologies. it took you a moment to get over the thumping of your heart. when you did, you cupped his face, “hey, it’s okay. thanks to you, it doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”
he leaned into your touch, hand moving over yours. more seconds were wasted as the two of you stood there, basking in each other’s presence, the awkward tense in the air slowly morphing into comfort.
your thumb started to rub against his cheek, “ready?”
“yeah,” he whispered.
slowly, you started to lean in closer, pausing slightly when your lips were mere centimeters away from his. why were you feeling so nervous? before you could form an answer for your question, hendery let out a squeak.
his laugh completely caught you off guard. you bit your lip from laughing back when you remembered how endearing the sound was.
it sounded the same as the squeak that bounced off the walls of the gym when he ran over to you after accidentally hitting you in the face with a basketball. it sounded the same as the squeak of a towel scrubbing against the window of your car when you coincidentally saw him during his shift at the car wash near your house. it sounded the same as the squeak of the classroom door when he ran out, dropping his mop, after seeing a frog hopping across the floor which left you to deal with cleaning duties alone.
“I ruined the moment, huh,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
you smiled at his confession. “you’re fine. you know, if you don’t want to do this, we can always just sit here until the time is up,” you reassured, using the same words as he did earlier.
he brushed his nose against yours, “no, I want to do this.”
“okay,” you mumbled, “just close your eyes.”
hendery listened to your instruction, heart racing in anticipation as he waited with his lips slightly puckered. he felt the push of your breath as you softly counted down from five, to four, to three, to two...you didn’t say one, opting to press your lips against his. your movements were slow, giving him time to respond.
and he did, hesitantly kissing back, keeping the same slow pace as yours. his free hand trailed down to your waist, holding you close. he felt the giggle lodge in his throat when you leaned closer to him, pure giddy bubbling in his stomach. it escaped his mouth when your free hand trailed to the nape of his neck, the tiny gesture pushing the corners of his lips upwards.
you found yourself matching his smile.
yes, his laugh was lovely to listen to, but oh how pure serenity fell upon your shoulder when you heard the adorable beat of his giggle. perhaps the fact that he brushed his lips against yours as he did so helped speed the rate of your heart and further push the thought that his giggle would forever be your favorite melody.
“why’re you giggling?” you chuckled, resting your forehead against his.
he pecked your lips with a wide grin, “I’m just happy.”
the pure glee in his voice caused your stomach to flip. did he truly find that much joy in kissing you? no. he was surely ecstatic because it was his first kiss, right?
“I’m glad that you enjoyed your first kiss.”
he hummed, “I don’t think that’s why I’m happy.”
you raised a brow, “really?”
“well,” he thought, “maybe a little bit, but it’s not the main reason.”
“then what is?”
he let out another soft giggle, slowly pressing his lips back onto yours. “it’s you.”
hello!!! can i request an imagine with haechan kinda like they were best friends in the past and then after a long time they meet each other again and he finds you really pretty? love all your writings!!!!! 💗💘💞💕
↬ summary; he put the wrong label on your friendship, just like how the grocery store labeled the aisle incorrectly.
↬ a/n; I thought the photo of hyuck was very nice which was why I used it as a header, but if anyone would like to make a header for this fic, I’ll give you virtual hugs <3 also, this is the FIRST TIME I’m writing an angsty ending so feedback is appreciated :))))
“excuse me.” someone tapped him on the shoulder.
seven year old donghyuck turned around, quizzically looking at you, “what?”
you made a face at his response. “you need to go to the back of the line,” your tone matched his.
“why?” he immediately asked, eyes boring into yours.
you stared back. “‘cause I was here first.”
“who says?”
“I say!” you retorted, crossing your arms.
he snorted, “I was clearly here first, that’s why you’re standing behind me.”
you glared at the boy, “what are you a pig?”
he opened his mouth, but you cut him off, “and, the first person stands on the line. you’re in front of it, so I’m first.”
the clearing of a throat interrupted your argument. the two of you looked at the class know-it-all.
“you guys are both wrong, I’m first.”
“who says?” both you and donghyuck asked.
having caused such a ruckus, the teacher booted the two of you to the back of the line. with a glare aimed at the smug little girl, the both of you followed the teacher’s instruction.
on his way back, donghyuck spotted his friends, giving them a smile. they high-fived and allowed him to stand in front of them in line. you frowned at him, reminding him that ‘you can’t cut,’ before dutifully continuing your lonesome journey to the back of the line. donghyuck chuckled at your sulkily hung head and told his friends to save two spots at the lunch table.
“she’s so annoying,” you mumbled, kicking the nonexistent pebbles on the floor, “she thinks she knows everything.”
“I know right,” the boy agreed, eyebrows raising when you jumped.
upon realizing it was him, your gaze went back down to the floor, “I thought you were up there with your friends.”
“the teacher told me to get to the back of the line,” he lied.
you looked at him for a moment. he simply looked back. you pursed your lips, crossing your arms and turning your head, chin up and away from him, “serves you right!” you then proceeded to march away, following the moving line.
not hearing his footsteps, you peeked behind you. you sighed and fully turned around, placing a hand on your hip.
“are you coming?”
“it’s supposed to be there, not their,” he mumbled to you, reading over your shoulder.
“I’ll fix it when I revise and edit,” you dismissed, continuing to write your draft.
“there’s not supposed to be a comma after you,” he pointed out.
“again, I’ll just fix it when I’m editing,” you told him, thoughts halting because of the boy.
“you know-”
“oh my god, hyuck! just give me these comments when we peer review on thursday!” you exclaimed, glaring at the smirking 10 year old.
“don’t use the lord’s name in vain,” he tsked.
“how cute,” the waitress cooed, setting down the drinks on the table, “are you guys studying together?”
“I wouldn’t say that,” you muttered, annoyance laced in your voice.
the waitress arched a brow, leaning closer to donghyuck. “you like her, don’t you?” she loudly whispered.
he looked at her like she was crazy, not noticing the way your hand froze once the question was asked. “we’re just friends.”
with a slow nod, the waitress looked over at you. she chuckled when you quickly looked down at your paper. “whatever you say,” she shrugged, leaving to go serve other customers in the busy diner.
“what if we drift apart?” you sighed, sipping your juice box as he ate his sandwich on the picnic blanket.
we laughed, ‘we von’t brif abarph.”
you frowned at the boy, “chew your food.”
after a minute of silence, he spoke again. “we won’t drift apart.”
you didn’t say anything. he peered over at you, the loud slurping of the juice box catching his attention.
“I think it’s empty,” he commented, taking another bite of his sandwich.
you pushed his shoulder, “hyuck, be serious! some friend drift away in middle school.”
he rubbed his shoulder, the crushed juice box gripped tightly in your hand. he sighed and leaned back. “life can’t tear us apart,” he looked up at the sky, “and even if they try, I won’t let you go so easily.”
he grinned at you, the muscles moving automatically upon seeing your sparkly gaze on him, “I mean, who else am I supposed to copy answers from?”
you rolled your eyes, “what are friends for, I guess.”
“you are not going to leave me to ride the bus alone on the first day of school!”
donghyuck chuckled at the threat you told him the night before, the words somehow motivating him to get out of bed despite how much his blankets begged him to come back. when he arrived at the bus stop, you were pacing back and forth, eyes frantically looking around.
“the bus doesn’t arrive for another-”
“where have you been?” you cried, hugging him, “I thought I was going to be alone!”
“well, I’m here,” he laughed, patting you on the back reassuringly, “still sleepy, but here nonetheless.”
he listened as you rambled away, nerves floating through your words as the two of you waited for the bus to arrive. you were silent when the bus parked in front of the two of you. he gestured for you to walk in first, and you did, planting down in the window seat. donghyuck yawned, slumping into the seat next to you. he didn’t waste any time, plopping his backpack on the floor next to yours as he leaned his head against your shoulder.
he quietly counted to himself, hoping that he’ll help him fall back asleep. when he got to thirty, he felt your fingers brush through his hair. it caught him off guard, but eventually, he relaxed, continuing to count to sixty before he left to dreamland.
somewhere along the way, he stopped counting. he didn’t need to count, simply waiting until you played with his hair for him to feel relaxed enough to sleep.
“hey, are you two dating?” a brown haired boy asked one morning. donghyuck recognized him, the guy sat two seats behind the bus driver. he believed his name had min in it or something.
however, donghyuck didn’t think much about the boy’s name, choosing to laugh at his question instead. you joined in not a second later. donghyuck stared at the boy like he was the funniest person in the world.
“we’re just friends.”
the guy’s eyes flickered between the two of you suspiciously before he shrugged, “right okay.”
“hey jeno,” he called out waving over to his friend who was actively ignoring him, “jeno, come here! they’re not dating!”
jeno glared at his friend, quickly walking over to him, “why does that matter?”
“because you-” jeno interrupted his friend, sending an apologetic glance at you and donghyuck, “sorry about jaemin, he’s stupid sometimes.”
you waved him off and gave a nod towards donghyuck. “it’s okay, stupid is his middle name.”
donghyuck gave you a side-eye, “I’m not the one who used soap as toothpaste this morning.”
“they’re both green!” you defended.
jeno and jaemin were easily forgotten, left to watch the two of you bicker away.
jaemin snickered in jeno’s ear, “we’re just friends, they say.”
“I know you have it!” renjun yelled, keeping jaemin in a headlock.
“renjun, let jaemin go,” you sighed, setting down your lunch on the table.
“so abusive,” jaemin weeped, clinging onto you once he was out of renjun’s deadly arms.
“we don’t know if he was the one who took your moomin plushie, so calm down,” you told him. however, your words went to waste when jaemin stuck his tongue out at renjun, triggering the boy to lunge at him. you looked over at jeno, hoping he’d stop the fight, but jeno remained unbothered, finishing whatever he was writing.
donghyuck silently sat there, the moonmin plushie hidden in his backpack. he went by unnoticed, his plan succeeding. a subtle, sly smirk rested on his lips, one that no one noticed. no one, but you.
“hyuck,” you called out.
“yeah,” he smiled, feigning an innocent look.
“where’d you hide it?”
“hide what?” he asked, tilting his head.
you gave him a pointed look to which he responded with a shrug, “why are you- hey!”
renjun grabbed donghyuck’s backpack, digging through it like there’s no tomorrow. he lifted the plushie out of the bag, lips lined straight.
“aight, imma head out,” donghyuck coughed, bolting out of the lunch room.
“you’re so dead!” renjun screamed chasing after his friend.
donghyuck slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath. he was almost successful in framing jaemin for his mischievous act, keyword being almost. he shook his head, your careful eyes popping into his mind.
of course you figured it out, you always did.
“well, we have a month,” jaemin smiled.
“yeah, why don’t we start planning?” jeno suggested.
renjun pulled out his notebook, labeling the page as ‘donghyuck’s a coward - things to do so he’ll pee himself’. And while the three of them were busy brainstorming activities for the group to do before he left, donghyuck couldn’t help but focus on you.
you were silent, mouth sewn shut ever since he dropped the news. you wouldn’t look at him, and after a few minutes of picking at your food, you excused yourself. he trailed after you, spotting you in a squatted position in the field.
“life can’t tear us apart, huh?” you laughed, plucking the dandelion from the ground.
he squatted down next to you, staring at the dandelion twirling in your hand.
“that’s still true.”
“you’re moving, hyuck.” your voice was soft, almost blending in with the whistles of the wind. you crushed the dandelion pedals, the tears starting to prick in your eyes.
he lifted your chin to look up at him. he wiped away the tears, cupping your face.
“hey, hey, you’re going to be fine! you’ve got jeno, jaemin and renjun by your side,” he reassured.
donghyuck pulled you into a hug, the pedals in your hand drifting away in the slight breeze. he watched them slowly land a few feet away from the picnic blanket. his grip tightened, your tears streaming down your face.
“I won’t let you go so easily,” he promised.
donghyuck wished he stuck to those words, but here he was, five years later, with zero attempts to contact you. he touched the chain around his neck, fingers trailing down to the jewel with your birthday engraved in it.
(“you never remember my birthday,” you pouted, “so here’s your reminder!”)
subconsciously, he started to rub it, the fleeting thought that this could magically summon you passed through his mind. he shook his head, ignoring all the unpacked boxes surrounding him and deciding that it was a nice day to go walking.
following the familiar tune, donghyuck walked until he spotted the ice cream truck nearby. just as he was about to stand behind the line, a person cut in front of him. he blinked, shocked that someone, presumably an adult, would cut in front of him for some ice cream. what shocked him more was this unsettling feeling that this girl looked like you.
“excuse me,” he said, tapping the person on the shoulder.
donghyuck couldn’t believe his eyes, even when he recognized that scar on your eyebrow from when he dared you to jump off the swing, teasing you that you didn’t have the guts.
(“you’re bleeding!” he cried, tears effortlessly falling down his face as you cried along with him.)
if he wasn’t so close, he wouldn’t have been able to see it.
“yes?” you asked, tone way politer than it was back in first grade.
donghyuck almost forgot why he even approached you, distracted by how the sun created a halo around you. his heart sped up, maybe you weren’t y/n. he didn’t remember you looking this pretty.
“you need to go to the back of the line,” he finally said.
you furrowed your brows, head tilting. “why…” your voice trailed off, a hint in your voice saying that your question wasn’t applying to what he just said.
he grinned seeing the gears turning in your head. “‘cause I was here first.”
if possible, the sun shone brighter, acting as the lightbulb that went off in your head.
“donghyuck?”
“are you sure you’re free today?” he asked, eyeing the basket in your hand.
you nodded, “yeah. I was planning to enjoy this meal in the park since it’s such a nice day out today.”
“by yourself?” he asked, raising a brow.
“can’t tell if you’re judging me, but yes, by myself.”
“I’m not,” he paused, “intruding on a date with yourself?”
you stopped walking, turning to look to your left like someone was there, “hey y/n, are you okay with this?”
you stepped to the left, looking to your right, “yeah, I’m good, what about you?”
stepping back to the right, you frowned to your left, “I don’t know.” you looked back at donghyuck’s amused eyes, “he hasn’t contacted us in five years, should he really eat lunch with us?”
for the last time, you stepped to the left, “just don’t give him the cake.”
with a nod, you stepped in front of donghyuck, “myself and I think it’s okay.”
“lee donghyuck!” three boys shouted, attracting the attention of the people trying to enjoy a peaceful day at the park.
his eyes widened, looking over at your cheeky smile.
“maybe I lied,” you giggled.
and before he could think about the butterflies that erupted in his stomach when he heard the sound, the aforementioned three boys attacked him with slaps on the backs, words overlapping each other.
“where have you been?”
“you do have a phone, right?”
“why are you avoiding us?”
“did you move back here?”
“are you visiting?”
“guys!” you yelled, catching the attention of the boys, “whoever’s barbecuing might want to check on the food, it’s smelling a bit burnt.”
“and-” you interrupted yourself, laughing at the untold story.
donghyuck didn’t mind, he was busy processing the noise, still not used to the fluttering in his stomach. your laugh resonated in his ears and harmonized with the chirps of the birds. it left him with a stomach full of giddiness.
“it would help if you finished your story,” renjun pointed out, taking a bite of his food.
you waved him off, “I will, I will!”
you continued your tale, recounting countless shenanigans that he missed in the past five years like when jaemin got bombarded with pom poms because he accidentally walked into the girl’s locker room.
(“I guess that’s one way to get their attention,” you laughed.
“it was my first week there! how was I supposed to know they were lying to me?”
“maybe read the signs?” renjun suggested.)
or when jeno had to reject a guy because he slipped a confession letter into the wrong locker.
(“what a heartbreaker,” jaemin tsked, receiving a glare from jeno.
“the letter didn’t even have his name on the paper!”)
or when renjun almost blew up the school during chemistry because he refused to listen to his lab partner.
(“he wanted to impress her,” jeno commented.
“spoiler alert, it failed,” you added.
“she thought I was dumb,” renjun frowned.)
or when you tackled a random stranger, thinking he was the one who pranked you.
“he’s my boyfriend, now.”
did he mishear that?
“right now,” you pouted, plushed beautifully under the sun’s rays, “he’s abroad in europe.”
“he’ll be back in two days, don’t worry,” jaemin reassured you, patting you on the back.
your eyes held all the stars in the galaxy when you talked about pandas, your favorite animal, and donghyuck thought that that was the only time your eyes would ever put the stars to shame.
he was wrong.
as you were spewing out stories about your boyfriend, your eyes made him think that he was looking through a telescope, staring up at the night sky. you held a shy smile, melting donghyuck’s heart to mush.
but then those words echoed in his mind.
he’s my boyfriend.
they swirled in his mind, traveling down his spine and coiling around his heart like a snake. it crushed him, leaving a pool of disappointment in his chest. he shouldn’t be disappointed.
he looked at your practically glowing figure. your cheeks were faint with red, your lips softer than the blanket on your lap, your hands looking too heavy for you to hold, but you weren’t his.
“we’re just friends,” he breathed out, words blending with the wind. they were heavier than he remembered, bitter as he let it rest on his tongue. thankfully, no one heard him. except you, of course.
“did you say something?” you asked him, almost swearing that you saw his mouth move.
he blinked, “what?”
you furrowed your brows, “nothing, I thought you had something to say.”
donghyuck shook his head, heart palpitating with your eyes intensely analyzing him. he took a bite of his food, hoping that you wouldn’t bother him now that he was occupied with chewing. and you did, dropping the topic and continuing on about the adventures you had with jeno, jaemin, renjun and- he doesn’t know your boyfriend’s name.
he scoffed silently to himself, he’ll find out later. he’s bound to hear the guy’s name again, anyway.
donghyuck found it funny how he left the picnic early to get his mind off of you, yet here he was, strolling behind you with the shopping cart filled with various junk foods. it was almost two in the morning, but he couldn’t say no to you, not when he could practically see your cute pout through the phone.
you hopped on the colored tiles scattered on the floor, humming along to some tune playing in your head. your eyes roamed over the sweet treats on the shelves, and he chuckled when you pointed out that the aisle was labeled as spices. donghyuck thought it was unfair that you seemed to shine no matter the time of day, even under the dimly lit grocery store lamps. he sighed, especially under the dimly lit grocery store lamps.
with a gasp, you grabbed a box of cookies from the shelf, waving them in his face. “it’s your favorite cookies!” you teased.
he hated those cookies.
“actually, I’m already going with someone to the dance.”
the girl shook her head, pushing the cookies back to him, “who-”
“you got me cookies?” you squealed, appearing out of nowhere and taking the box of cookies from him.
“actually-” his admirer started, trying to take back the gift from you.
you ignored the girl, ripping opening the box and stuffing one in your mouth.
“thanks hyuck!”
“is she the one your taking to the dance?” the other girl sneered, looking at you with a glare.
he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, smiling fondly at you as you giddily ate the cookies you knew he didn’t like. “well yeah, she’s my girl friend.”
and you looked at him with a mouth full of cookies and cheeks flushed red. you nodded, “yep, he’s my boyfriend.”
he chuckled, his thumb wiping away the crumbs on your face. “you’re not going to leave any cookies for me?” he teased.
while he meant for the label to be platonic (simply a girl who’s a friend), donghyuck knew that his classmate took it romantically. and he almost went along with it, but when jaemin asked him if the two of you were finally dating, he laughed it off. ‘we’re just friends.’ he ignored the discontent in his stomach and how empty it felt when you shrugged off his arm.
regret clouded his mind, forcing another memory into his brain.
“my family is waiting for me in the car,” donghyuck chuckled, your arms locked in place.
“let them wait,” you frowned, words muffled by his shirt.
“I got to get going.”
your grip tightened and you told him three words that he acted like he didn’t hear.
“I love you,” he blurted.
your smile dropped, along with your arms. you stared at him with confused eyes and backed up three steps.
“remember when that girl told me that?” he quickly added, the seed of regret growing, continuously gnawing away at his heart with each second that passed by, “she made a banner and everything.”
silence.
you could see through him, you always did. that made his heart pound even more. you were just staring at him.
“I have a boyfriend.” your voice was level despite the wavering in your eyes and the tense scrunch of your shoulders.
he swallowed, hesitant to speak. “I know.”
donghyuck clenched his jaw, he knew that. he didn’t need another reminder that he was too late. he didn’t need another reminder that he should’ve confessed to you before he left. he didn’t need another reminder that you moved on.
“I...I have to go.”
you left him there, surrounded by boxes of sweet snacks in an aisle labeled as spices.
anon requested; could i request a jeno fluff blurb?🥺 it could be about anything you want!
↬ pairing; lee jeno x reader
↬ genre; fluff, a whole lotta fluff
↬ word count; 1.7k+
↬ summary; jeno is supposed to bring you lunch, but he’s a bit lost.
↬ a/n; this is my 500th post :) also the way i placed heart bothers me but I already did it and editing took so long (more like me just staring at jeno’s face for half the day before deciding that I couldn’t edit him in),, just like don’t look at it (perhaps one day I’ll fix it). anyways, happy reading <3
“Hello, this is-”
“I’m lost.”
You were silent for a moment. “But you can use google maps?”
“That’s not helpful.”
You made a face, “What-”
“Trust me, I tried,” he defended.
You stared at the stack of papers on your desk and the unfinished excel sheet on your computer. ‘It’s due by the end of the day’ your boss had warned, giving you a thick file. ‘Hey, you don’t mind doing this for me, right?’ your coworker shrugged, sliding more papers onto your desk. ‘I was wondering if you were finished with the sheet yet,’ the intern sheepishly asked. So many things to do and your husband with the worst sense of direction just had to get lost now?
“Where are you?” you murmured.
“I’m near the gym.”
“That’s very helpful,” you deadpanned.
“The one where we first met.”
You wanted some frozen yogurt. Was it the best idea? Maybe not. You sped up the treadmill, turning your gaze away from the empty cafe calling your name.
“Ignore the urge,” you told yourself, adding even more speed to the treadmill. However, you looked back at the blinking open sign, unaware of the way a certain pink haired boy who stared in your direction.
“Are they looking?” Jeno asked, swinging another right hook at the punching bag.
Jaemin, who held the bag, followed your line of sight. He didn’t think you were looking at Jeno. “uhm, yeah, they are,” Jaemin lied.
Jeno stopped and looked at you, “Really?” His eyes widened when he saw you walking towards him. He felt his heart speed up, nervousness crawling up his throat. “What do I say?” he panicked.
“Hey-” You didn’t pay him any mind, walking right past him as your hands tapped into your pocket for your rewards card.
Jaemin bursted out laughing as Jeno stood there in confusion and embarrassment. He then hit his friend on the shoulder, “You told me they were looking!”
“Yeah, they were looking,” Jaemin whined, rubbing the sore spot, “they were looking at the frozen yogurt sign.”
Jeno stared disdainfully at the pink haired boy. “You knew what I meant!”
Jaemin rolled his eyes, “Just go offer to buy them yogurt stupid!”
“Nana was quite a wingman,” you mused, remembering how the pink haired boy approached you, pulling a shy, sweaty Jeno from behind him.
“I guess I’m thankful for him,” your husband muttered.
You chuckled, “Make sure to turn right when you see that green building with those chandeliers that shine through the tinted windows.”
“Wait, didn’t we have our first date there?”
He pulled the seat out for you.
The two of you sat in silence. He didn’t know what to say and he wasn’t sure if he was flabbergasted from the prices of a single dish or just how stunning you looked in your outfit. He decided on the latter and let the compliment slip from his lips. You smiled appreciatively at him muttering a quiet, ‘thank you’ before hiding behind the menu.
You tried not to cry out about the prices displayed to your eyes. You would’ve been just fine going down to the cafe down the street. Your friend worked there and could surely give you a discount.
At the same time, the two of you placed down your menus.
“I was-”
“Do you-”
The both of you chuckled and said at the same time, “You go first.”
He gestured towards you, “Please, I insist.”
You shook your head, “I don’t mind.”
For a moment the two of you stared at each other, gazes locked and waiting for the other to break.
“Are you ready to order?” the waiter interrupted, standing by the table with a courteous smile.
“A few more minutes, please,” Jeno politely told him. With a nod, the waiter left. Once the guy was out of sight Jeno sighed, “I heard the cafe down the street is pretty good. What do you say we leave this place?”
“What was his name, Mark?” Jeno hummed, “his latte was pretty cool, and he gave it for free. Didn’t he also give us that cake half off?”
“Yeah, I’m sure our total was the price of one dish at that other place,” you snorted, voice getting a little louder.
“You make fun of that place, but I proposed to you there,” Jeno reminded.
You beamed at the ring on your finger, “I know. Everyone got a free meal that day because you fooled them into thinking that they mixed up the ring in the wrong plate of food.”
Jeno laughed, “I genuinely thought they did. Just turns out I never gave it to them.”
“You’re an idiot,” you smiled, rolling your eyes at the memory of the fretful faces of the restaurant staff.
“Your idiot, yes,” he cheekily grinned.
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, although he couldn’t see you, “two miles down, you’ll make a left and you’ll pass by the furniture store.”
“I am suggesting things to buy but you keep shutting them down!” you pointed out, arms crossed over your chest.
“That’s because the things you want are not what we need!” Jeno retorted, posture mirroring yours.
“Everything that I have showed you was apart of the list we made-” you heaved out a heavy sigh, “you know what, whatever, we’ll just split this list in half and you get what you think is best and I’ll get what I think is best.”
You tore the sheet in half. “Deal,” he frowned, taking a piece from you, “meet back here in thirty minutes.”
You stomped away, analyzing all the items on your list. You angrily passed by the black nightstand that Jeno deemed would look good in your shared bedroom. You scoffed at the ugly cat vase that he disagreed was cute. You rolled your eyes at the silly sky painting he wanted to hang in the living room.
Somehow, thirty minutes later, you found yourself putting back all the items you thought were better than the ones that Jeno wanted. Each item was set back down in their respective places and you took the black nightstand, thinking that you could admire the way Jeno’s arms flexed as he builds the piece of furniture. You took the ugly cat vase and remembered that this would have to do until the two of you were ready to get your own cat. You took the sky painting, keeping in mind that if you were to allow him to get this, then he would have to agree on getting the pretty lake painting in aisle five.
You sat on the couch in your meeting spot, rehearsing how you’d apologize for disregarding everything he wanted simply because you had your own things in mind.
“You’re cuter, you know,” he softly smiled sitting next to you, “I can live without that cat vase.”
Your smile matched his, “The grey led mirror isn’t all that, I don’t mind using the bathroom.”
Jeno placed his hand on your knee, thumb rubbing soothing circles, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too,” you sighed, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “we can get the sky painting as long as we also get the lake painting.”
Jeno dangled it in front of you, “You got yourself a deal.”
“Our first argument in public,” he recalled.
“I can’t believe I fought with you because I didn’t like that cat vase.”
“Petty things, but that’s what makes us human, right?”
You leaned back in your chair, “I love you.”
“Thank you.”
You glared at the framed photo lying on your desk, his lips pressed against your cheek, arm secured around your waist. “I’m going to hang up.”
“That’s fine.”
You gawked, not bothering to make a sound before you ended the call. Not a second later did you remember that you didn’t give him the last set of instructions to your work. With a grumble, you reached back for your phone, stomach growling. You deserved an ‘I love you’ back and some food.
“Huh,” a voice muttered from behind you, “you really did hang up.”
You swiveled around, phone dropping from your hand. Jeno stood with a bag of food in one hand and his phone held up by the other. His eyes curved with his mouth as he stared at your shocked face.
He walked towards you, placing the food on your desk, “I called you when I was already in the parking lot.”
You squinted your eyes, “You mean to tell me that I could’ve started eating my lunch earlier?”
He rubbed the top of your head, “Yep.”
You slapped away his hand and opened up the bag. He pulled up a chair next to you and watched in amusement as you excitedly opened up the bag. Once again, his hand was slapped away when it tried to reach in and take some of your food. “No,” you frowned, turning your chair so the back was facing him “you don’t get any because you didn’t say I love you too.”
He chuckled at your childish actions and turned the chair to face him again. Jeno pulled your wheeled chair closer to him. You clutched onto the bag of food in your lap, hating how your heart still skipped a beat whenever he looked at you.
“I love you too,” he softly said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You felt your stomach flip. God, you’ll never get tired of hearing that. You lightly pushed his chest, “Whatever.” Jeno wanted to coo at how you failed to keep down your shy smile, but he bit his tongue, keeping silent as you turned back to your desk and unpacked the food.
“If you knew where to go, why did you call?” you asked, taking the fries out of the bag.
“I told you I was lost,” he shrugged, happily opening is mouth in hopes you’d feed him.
“Lost in my eyes?” you guessed. You offered a fry toward’s Jeno’s open mouth before quickly snatching it back when he moved forward to take a bite. With a wide smile, you ate it instead.
“Something like that,” he pouted.
You smiled cheekily and offered him another fry. “And google maps wouldn’t have helped?”
Jeno gratefully accepted the fry, chomping happily, “No, it would not.”
“And why is that?” you asked, placing a fry into your mouth.
Your husband took a napkin and wiped the corner of your mouth, “Because it doesn’t know the road to your heart.”
anon requested: Hey what do you think will be 127's reaction to you being clingy-er than usual when you're drunk? Written in any format is fine! Would just love to see your take on this 😁 Thank you!
↬ pairing; nct 127 x reader
↬ genre; fluff // reactions
↬ a/n; this was fun to think about!
“baby,” you called out in a sing-songy voice, stumbling into the shared apartment, “I’m home.”
you wandered to where your boyfriend sat on the couch, his attention still to the TV.
“how was your night out?” he asked, eyes still glued to the screen.
“a nice break,” you sighed, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap. when his eyes still weren’t on you, you sat up, straddling his lap.
their reactions will be a continuation of this scenario
and if you have any feedback or thoughts of your own
feel free to share :))
please enjoy <3
“wh-what are you doing?”
you pecked the corner of his lips, “I’m hugging my boyfriend.”
he didn’t say anything, simply frozen in place.
“you’re so cute,” you cooed, pecking him on the cheek. you drunkenly giggled when you saw the heat rise to his face. “too cute.”
sicheng, taeyong
I feel like these two would just be smiley babies
definitely caught off guard
would change your positions
to where you’re both laying on the couch
or possibly go to bed
either way
he’d eventually cuddle with you
“uhm…” he nervously chuckled, “I can’t see the tv.”
you pecked the corner of his lips, “aren’t I a better view?”
“how much did you drink?” he muttered, hands gently pushing you back so he could examine your face.
“only like,” you paused, “one cup?”
he sighed, “I’ll go get you water.”
doyoung, taeil
for doyoung, I imagine him reacting the way that he did when johnny was whispering ‘sexy’ while stroking his face
so doyoung would be a bit flustered and confused at first
confused in a way where he’s caught off guard and maybe panicking a little
since you’re more touchy than usual
I imagine Taeil in the same way
a little flustered, confused
but then they would focus on taking care of you
they’d smile at how cute you are as you drunkenly cling to them
“love, what are you doing?”
you pecked the corner of his lips, “don’t mind me.”
his hands found your waist, “seriously, what are you doing?”
mark, yuta
very vague reaction, i know
mark because I feel like he would genuinely be confused
like not caught off guard like doyoung and taeil
but like “I was watching TV, why’re you on my lap”
eventually, he’d realize that you just wanted attention and wouldn’t mind giving it to you
for yuta, I picture him distracted at first
and then he’d give his full focus on you
I mean since you climbed on his lap
might as well give you what you want
“miss me that much, huh?” he chuckled.
you pecked the corner of his lips, “of course.”
“well, I missed you too baby,” he smiled, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips.
you chased after his lips, humming happily when you caught them. not a second later, he pulled away, thumb stroking your cheek. you pouted at him, leaning into his touch with hazy, slow blinking eyes.
“you seem tired, love,” he chuckled.
“but I’m not,” you yawned.
“adorable,” he muttered, eyes sparkling with affection.
johnny, jaehyun, jungwoo and donghyuck
okay okay
so i don’t think they would take things too far
which is why they gave a quick kiss so they don’t lose control
and if anything
the farthest they’d go would be a heavy make-out session
with a lot of wandering hands
and to me, that would apply to johnny, jaehyun and jungwoo
for hyuck, i feel like he would be lowkey flustered
that’s why he gave you a ‘chaste kiss’
but boy gotta front so, if you kissed him again
he’d probably take it to a make-out session (with a flushed face and swollen lips)
BONUS
“I love your dimples,” you slurred, leaning against your boyfriend.
“really?” jaehyun smiled, flashing his dimples
“they’re adorable,” you smiled, pecking his cheek
jaehyun stopped recording, “not as adorable as you.”
while I used jaehyun in this scenario
I think johnny would also record his s/o
just to make fun of them for it later
and also to smile like a dork when watching it in their free time
hi!! could i request a fic with jeno as your bestfriend where he secretly has a crush on you gets really jealous and protective when a guy hits on you in public and ask for your number? tqsm!!
[1:34 pm] “man, there’s something wrong with my phone,” the guy with blue hair frowned, staring at the rectangle in his hand. “ahh, I know,” he turned to you, “it doesn’t have your number.”
for the past five minutes that jeno has been waiting for the drinks, that guy, who introduced himself as jaemin, had been non-stop talking to you, throwing pick-up line after pick-up line. jeno glanced back at your amused face (with eyes screaming ‘help me’) and jaemin’s charming smile. it’s like when jeno went up to the counter, that guy took it as his queue to shoot his shot.
jeno swallowed his urge to gag at the boy’s words and sighed when the person in front of him finally stopped complaining about their drink. “here is your-”
“thanks.” jeno didn’t spare anymore time, quickly taking the drinks from the barista and making his way back to you.
“sorry it took so long,” he told you, handing you your drink. he then slung an arm around you which made you choke in the middle of your drinking, “let’s go darling.”
with his arm still around you, he pulled you out of the cafe, dragging you off to where that jaemin guy was not. he frowned, unaware of the way you stared at him curiously.
you cleared your throat, “you know, jen, you can’t just joke around like that.”
he didn’t look at you, eyes cloudy as he stared ahead. the way you laughed at one of jaemin’s jokes replayed in his mind, “joke about what?”
“that you’re my boyfriend.”
he sipped his drink. his frown deepened and he hugged you tighter as he recalled how you refused to tell jaemin that you had a boyfriend. if you told him that, then he would’ve surely gone away. “who said I was joking?”
you stopped walking, and so did he. jeno still didn’t look at you, his words dawning on him. he swallowed and he turned at you, eyes blinking away his jealous daze.
“you really shouldn’t joke like that,” you whispered, eyes focused on him. well, there was no holding back now. he removed his arm from around you and leaned towards you. “it’s not a joke, y/n.”
pride filled his eyes when he saw you simply blinked at him, mouth slightly agape. his thumb brushed over your cheek, “how cute.”
“be quiet,” you muttered, turning your gaze away.
he leaned in closer, breath fanning yours as he slightly tilted his head, “make me.”
hello!! could you write a renjun fluff where they're like soulmates and they finally meet each other? your works are literally so cute uwu
↬ genre; fluff // soulmate!au
↬ word count; 1.8k+
↬ summary; your wrist aches every time he paints about you
↬ a/n; THIS GIF OF RENJUN EXISTS AND I ONLY KNEW ABOUT IT NOW?? he looks so ~boyfriend material~ ahem, let me collect myself for a second,,,,,right, so this ended up being longer than I planned it to be, but please enjoy painter!renjun
“why are you hurting?” you mumbled, staring at your right wrist.
your frown deepened, the ache in your wrist similar to a growing pain but not quite the same. you closed your eyes, stretching your arm upwards, letting it hang in the air. it was three in the morning, and all you wanted to do was sleep.
nothing changed, even after five minutes.
you sighed, letting your arm drop and turning your body to lay on your back. just as quickly as it came, the pain went away.
-
renjun gasped awake, afraid that he was going to get hit by that girl’s arm. he stared confusedly at the paintbrush in his hand and was even more confused at the finished painting in front of him. the last time he checked, he fell asleep in his bed.
and oddly enough, he found himself wanting to kiss your ache away.
“that’s amazing, ‘sung!” you told your brother, leaning forward on your balcony railing. you looked at your wrist, the ache starting to bother you.
“it was magical,” jisung dreamily sighed. you knew your brother’s eyes matched the starry night sky.
“I believe that this is the first time I’ve ever heard someone say that getting punched in the face was magical,” you chuckled.
he was silent.
“hello?” you asked, moving your phone to see if he disconnected.
“have you gotten your soulmate mark?”
you swallowed, the throb in your wrist increasing, “it’s late, you should go to sleep.”
“y/n-”
“goodnight, ‘sung.”
you hung up, brushing a hand through your hair. stretching your limbs, you held onto the railings. the various buildings of the city mushed together in front of you.
you looked up, closing your eyes as a shooting star passed by.
“I’m getting impatient,” you sighed, “find me soon.”
-
renjun blinked his eyes open, another painting finished. he stared at his outstretched hand and brought it back to his lap. why couldn’t he see your face?
he sighed, looking out the window. how was he supposed to find you if he didn’t know what you looked like?
well, at least he knew your name. his phone let out a ding.
‘I know a place you can display your art!’
you ignored the giggles of the girl to your left.
“stop,” she quietly told the guy next to her, continuing to fold clothes.
“but my girlfriend looks so cute,” her boyfriend smiled, snapping more photos.
did they have to do coupley things at 3 in the morning? you chucked more clothes in the washing machine. couldn’t they leave you to wash your clothes by yourself? you aggressively added the laundry detergent, gritting your teeth at the ache in your wrist.
“no! don’t post that,” the girl whined, trying to grab the phone from her boyfriend. he watched in amusement, stretching his arm to make it out of her reach.
you slammed the washing machine door closed. the couple jumped, looking over at you. you continued to ignore them, picking up the empty basket.
“would you take cute photos of me?” you whispered to yourself, eyes trailing to your aching wrist.
-
renjun tilted his head at the painting of you, your back towards him, yet again.
“most definitely.”
“another night without sleep,” you frowned, adjusting the ice pack on your wrist as the clock glared 3:46 am.
you closed your eyes, laying your head down on the table. you thought about the instagram account jaemin showed you today.
“this is the artist’s account,” he explained, giving you his phone.
“who are you?” you read. the post showed a painting of a girl laying down on her side, her back in view. her right arm was stuck up straight in the air and her hair was a mess on her pillow. purple, iridescent sparkles glowed on her wrist, floating around in the air and trailing to her open window. an empty spot on the bed sat next to her, almost beckoning someone to lay with her; it felt rather cold.
there was something about her that made you feel funny, like you knew the girl.
“that’s one of the paintings we’re hanging tomorrow,” jaemin commented.
“huang renjun,” you sighed, finding it odd how smoothly his name rolled off your tongue, “your gallery is in two days and you haven’t once met with us.”
-
who knew his heart would race this fast because you said his name? or maybe it was beating fast because you uttered the words:
“‘haven’t once met with us?’” he repeated, eyes wide as he stared at the painting.
“does this girl seem lonely?” you frowned, head tilting at the painting you were hanging.
the girl was at a laundromat, right hand clenched around the washing machine door. her wrist had the same glow of purple as the one in his instagram post. although you couldn’t see her face, her tense shoulders gave off the vibe that she was annoyed by, you presumed, the blurred out couple to her left.
“what makes you say that?” jaemin asked, adjusting another painting.
you pointed at the girl in his painting, “well, she’s alone in all of these.”
jaemin chuckled, “there’s a lot of people alone in pictures.”
you shook your head, “but doesn’t it feel like she’s looking for something- someone?”
the girl in the painting held onto the balcony railing, her right wrist glowing the same purple as the shooting star in the sky. her head was tilted up, back towards the viewer. the purple sparkles were sprinkled lightly around the cluster of buildings in front of her.
“and what about this one,” you told him, pointing to another painting. the girl was sitting at her kitchen counter, an empty seat across from her. her face was tucked away behind her left arm, her other arm stretched across the table with an ice pack resting on her glowing wrist. the spotlight of the lamp above her did nothing but accentuate the fact that her apartment was empty.
“don’t you want to hold her hand?” you mumbled sadly.
after a moment of silence, jaemin spoke.
“well, I don’t think she’s alone.”
“why not?”
“don’t you see all the purple? it’s on her wrist, right?” he shook his own wrist, “that’s where most people have their soulmate marks.”
you stared at him, still confused, “what’s your point?”
he rolled his eyes, “I think the artist is trying to say that even if you feel like you’re alone, you’ve got your other half there with you.”
-
“is this everything?” you asked, hanging the last canvas.
you looked over to jaemin, confused as to why he looked nervous, “I think we forgot one.”
“well, he can just bring when he comes here, right?”
he frowned, “he’s not coming in today.”
“we’re supposed to open tomorrow! how are we supposed to-” you inhaled sharply, pain suddenly shooting through your wrist, “I’ll just go to his studio.”
“renjun?” you called out, knocking on his door. you clicked your tongue, your phone going to the automated voice message system.
“hello?” you called out again, surprised to see that his front door was open.
you wandered inside, not seeing his shoes by the door, but you did see the painting you forgot.
“is anyone home?” you shouted, picking up the canvas.
there was a girl on it, her knees hugged to her chest. her purple glowing wrist covered her eyes, the tears still dripping down her chin. a crumpled wedding invitation laid next to her on the wrinkled bed sheets, words glimmering under the moonlight. a weird sense of deja vu swirled in your stomach and the ache in your wrist worsened.
“am I going to be alone forever?” you wailed, fridge empty of any ice cream that you could use to eat away your sorrow..
chenle held his fiance in his arms, the both of them smiling as they looked into each other’s eyes. it didn’t help that you just finished watching a kdrama that made you feel single AF.
you dropped the wrinkled piece of paper next to you, hugging your knees tightly to your chest. the ache in your wrist was nothing compared to emptiness in your heart.
“just got myself until then, I guess.”
you placed down the painting and shook away the memory. “I can give you a ride to the museum,” you announced, exploring further into the apartment. sketches of a girl littered his apartment, none of them revealing what her face looked like.
“renjun?” you asked, slowly pushing open the ajar door, the ache in your wrist dulling away.
he was there, facing away from you. he sat in front of a canvas.
“it’s you.”
your furrowed brows soon rose in shock when he turned around, revealing a painting of you. you stood in the open doorway, face caught in surprise.
“you’re way more beautiful in person.”
“that’s...that’s my face,” you dumbly replied.
renjun chuckled, “I believe it is.”
your face felt hot and you wished that he didn’t looked so good with messy brown hair that shined under the sun. you really hoped you weren’t drooling.
his eyes crinkled with joy and held the same relieved look as yours. for a moment the two of you stared into each other’s eyes, the world put on pause.
“wait,” you suddenly said, everything clicking in your head, “are you the reason why my wrist hurts?”
he chuckled, stepping closer to you. he gently grabbed your right wrist, giving it a peck, “sorry ‘bout that.”
if possible, you felt your face heat up even more, “you can make up for it with a date.”
you stepped away from him, “but not before we add the final touches to the gallery.” you quickly turned away from him, annoyed that your face hasn’t cooled down and that your heart was still pumping like you just finished a race.
“let’s go,” you mumbled, hurrying out the door.
renjun raised his brows, taking the painting of you and the other painting that you initially came for.
“can’t forget these, can we?” he reminded, meeting you by the elevator.
you blinked, away your daze. “of course!” you told him, looking ahead. did he have to be so handsome?
when the two of you got into the elevator, you stood in the farthest corner, away from him.
“you know,” he started after a few moments of silence, “for someone who seemed very eager to meet me, you sure act like you don’t like me.”
you turned to him, his teasing smirk making the butterflies in your stomach go wild. “well, being around you makes my mind go blank.”
the elevator dinged and you didn’t waste any time to bolt to your car. you scrunched your face in embarrassment, hoping that maybe the earth will swallow you up.
“if it makes you feel any better, I can’t think straight when you’re naturally adorable like that,” he told you, easily catching up with you.
“don’t say things like that,” you pouted. your face was burning hotter now.
“but it’s true! you’re acting cute right now,” he laughed. your heart thumped at the noise, the most joyous sound you’ve ever heard.
you sighed, opening your car door. this boy will be the death of you.
anon requested; hello,, could i request a jealous haechan? i just feel like no matter how confident this boy is, he's always gonna be alittle pouty when he brings his s/o to meet all his members but they steal all their attention away from him 💛 just imagining it so adorable heheh thank u so much!!
↬ pairing; lee donghyuck x reader
↬ genre; fluff
↬ word count; 511 (it’s a drabble folks)
↬ summary; hyuck is a little annoyed that you aren’t giving him attention
↬ a/n; scary movies are a great excuse to cuddle with donghyuck (not like you need an excuse for this boy to shower you in affection though) happy reading love!
charades was supposed to be fun.
bringing you to meet his other members was supposed to be fun.
which was why you would think that he would be laughing as you told johnny to square up while jaehyun held you back, but he wasn’t.
just an hour ago, you were shyly clinging onto his hand, rambling in the car about how nervous you were. now...
“we make a fantastic team!” you smiled, pure triumph dripping from your words.
everyone rolled their eyes, smiles bit back as they spouted reasons as to why you won.
“you hear what I’m hearing?” jaehyun asked, eyes twinkling at you.
“what, jae?” you wondered, leaning an arm on his shoulder.
donghyuck clenched his jaw. since when did the two of you get on a nickname basis?
jaehyun turned to the group, “excuses.”
the room’s volume rose, voices overlapping one another. amidst the chaos, you noticed that the center of attention was not your boyfriend. donghyuck sat on the couch, arms crossed and lips jutted into a pout. he most certainly thinks that charades is not fun.
“looks like someone is a sore loser,” you teased, sliding into the seat next to him.
he didn’t look at you, “finally decide to spare me some attention, have you?”
you grinned in amusement, his voice thick with irritation.
“y/n, come pick out a movie!” jaehyun called out, waving you over.
you patted your boyfriend’s shoulder, “I’m coming.”
donghyuck watched as you laughed with jaehyun. he clicked his tongue, what was so funny?
noticing the bounce of your boyfriend’s leg in the corner of your eye, you decided on a movie.
“I think we should watch this one.”
‘but that’s really scary,” taeyong frowned.
“which is exactly why we should watch it!”
“you’re not scared?” asked doyoung.
you sighed, “if you guys are going to be such scaredy cats-”
the room filled with clamors of denial and you fought back the urge to smile. after handing the movie to taeil, you made your way back to your pouty boyfriend.
his sharp eyes followed your movements, “you absolutely are terrified of that movie.”
you tilted your head, “oh yeah, that’s right.”
he furrowed his brows in confusion, “then why did you choose it?”
you pulled apart his crossed arms and dragged a blanket out the two of you. “so you can protect me, duh.”
::
BONUS
“hey guys, I think we’re going to turn in for the night,” donghyuck announced.
“but the movie just barely started,” mark pointed out.
“y/n is getting tired,” he excused.
“but she’s the one who chose the movie,” taeil commented, “unless…”
you raised your brow, “unless…?”
“you’re scared?” jungwoo finished, smiling at you, “there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“if hyuck is failing to protect, my arms are open,” yuta winked.
donghyuck didn’t give you a chance to reply, taking your hand and dragging you to his room.
“why is it such a struggle to spend some alone time with you?” he whined, pulling you into a tight hug, “I’m the one dating you for goodness sake!”
hii i saw that your request are open! could i request one where you surprise doyoung backstage after his concert and he hasn't seen you in awhile so he gets really pouty but ahhh so fluffy im excited
[10:43 pm] with one final bow, the group made their way back stage.
as doyoung glanced back at his glorious blades of grass, he couldn’t help but feel the guilt sting in his eye. he loved his nctzens and it disappointed him that his mind drifted elsewhere while performing.
“you did good,” taeyong reassured, patting his shoulder and leading him backstage.
doyoung swallowed the lump in his throat, “I really miss y/n.”
taeyong gave him a smile, once again giving him a pat, “but your energy was still high. you tried your best, don’t forget that.”
he reluctantly nodded, dragging his feet to the door labeled with his name. doyoung went inside, flicking on the light switch. he sighed and walked over to the mirror. doyoung lightly sang a tune, eyes focused on his reflection as he got rid of the makeup.
his voice cracked and he pouted at himself in the mirror. “you’re only human,” he reminded himself. with a voice barely above a whisper he muttered, “that’s what y/n would say.”
his pout doubled as he started to unbutton his shirt, “but first they would make fun of me.” he was halfway down his shirt before you finally decided to make your presence known.
“as much as I’d enjoy to see you shirtless, I think you should know that I’m here before you strip yourself bare,” you commented, standing up from the couch. your eyebrows rose when your boyfriend yelped and turned around, arms crossing over his chest.
doyoung relaxed when it was just you and immediately made his way towards you.
“like I mean, you can still strip, but it just felt creepy watching you without you knowing-” he cut you off by hugging you tightly.
you chuckled, wrapping your arms around him, “gross. you’re all sweaty.”
with that comment, he only hugged you tighter.
you rubbed his back, “any tighter and I won’t be able to breathe, baby.”
he pulled away, resting his arms around your waist, still keeping your body close to his. “when did you arrive?”
“I was sitting in the dark for five minutes,” you shrugged.
doyoung rubbed your cheek, “so you heard my voice crack?”
“I was trying so hard to hold my back laugh,” you smiled.
his smile matched yours, tired eyes brightening like the stars in the night sky.
“did-”
you cut him off by kissing him, pulling away before he could react. “stop talking.”
he opened his mouth and you gave him another brief kiss. “your voice is already hoarse. it needs to rest.”
once again, he moved his mouth to talk, and you pecked him again. however, this time, he didn’t let you pull away.
