˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ ─── I'm a lucky fella, and i've just got to tell her that i love her endlessly 𖹭
⸝⸝ in which! dohoon keeps doing the same stupid jokes about your height... but you love him anyways ಄ genre! bftall!dohoon x short!reader. fluff, domestic life, stablished relationship, spring, based in seoul. (weird attempt of humor); requested! ☆ warning(s)! not proofread, kissing. › wc! 1.7k ۶ৎ we all love dohoon, right? hshs (2) happy almost-comeback-week!!! 𖧧 @fantasia-films ˎˊ˗
"She surely aint got no money, her clothes are kinda funny, and her hair is wild and free" was the first thought that came to Dohoon's mind when he first saw you. Yes, he was certain it was a song he had heard sometime ago, but it just resonated with you so much that day...
It had been a spring day (a very spring day, indeed, as flowers started to bloom, and pollen was all over the place), the day he met you. You were smiling and giving tiny hops all around the road. You just seemed so happy looking at the pink cherry trees; the ones the rest of the people didn't seem to even notice as they passed by. He just thought you were cute. Like a breath of fresh air.
He had to admit how he thought you were pretty tiny, although Dohoon really didn't notice how much he actually liked that characteristic until recently. That Dohoon, the one from two years ago, wouldn't have noticed half of the things that Dohoon noticed about you nowadays. He wouldn't even have imagined you would share a class together and somehow just... end up together. Live together. Laugh together.
Two years from that, and now he was walking right beside you in the same park, holding hands, and laughing as you walked by those same cherry trees.
"Your hand is so small," muttered Dohoon in one of your endless conversations, squeezing it just to prove he was right. He used to joke about how you were much tinier than he was. Just because he loved the annoyed face you put on when he did so.
You narrowed your eyes, just as he expected, frowning. "Brou. It's not. My hand is perfectly normal, it's not my fault yours is just like a replica of a dinosaur's paw." You said sharply, clearly obvious to your boyfriend that you were just messing around.
"A dinosaur?" he chuckled, "You know dinosaurs are tall and sexy, right? So thank you for the compliment, baby."
You frowned in disbelief. "Aham. It's not a compliment, though." You said, shaking your head. "You should be in the museum next to the diplodocus right now. I'm sure they are searching for you. I might even have to call them so they take you to the place you really belong."
"And that is...?" He wondered, grinning, testing your knowledge on dinosaurs (which, by the way, he knew quite well was pretty limited).
You took your time to think, doing a soft 'hmm' even if you (clearly) didn't know the answer. Your memory was bad, okay?
"Dinoland," you said at last.
This made Dohoon burst out laughing, and even if you didn't want to follow him, his laugh was just so contagious that you ended up doing so (against your will).
"¿Dinoland?" He managed to inquire while laughing. "I hope Lilliput's open for you then."
You widened your eyes and kicked him softly in his lower arm, still laughing. "Dohoon!"
There's no need to say you two continued laughing for the rest of the walk, under that beautiful, pink sky.
The teasing kept going on until you got home. It felt as if Dohoon had found the new thing which entertained him the most, really. He teased you about your height: about how you were so small he could practically hug you and make you disappear or how you could get lost so easily among the crowds. It was usual, and he did it smoothly too; so smoothly it was almost pleasant.
Key word: Almost.
You, honestly, did not know if you hated it or loved it. Maybe both. Who knew. But you, certainly, thought it was cute. You knew it was his way of saying ‘I love you’.
It was late at night. Almost dinner time. Before, you had been sleeping comfortably, hugging Dohoon and breathing easily. It was Dohoon's day off, and even if you wanted to do things together, he still needed to rest. He deserved it. And nap time was sacred for both of you.
However, you now needed to wake up and do your boring adult stuff. You sighed and cursed your stomach for being hungry.
You slipped away from him, careful not to wake him up. You were wearing Dohoon's green and pink hoodie (your favorite from his wardrobe), which only made you look three times smaller. Not because you were short (that, well- that was debatable) but because he was indeed like a walking streetlight. You liked how it looked on you, so you usually wore it when he was at home.
You glanced at him once more. He was sleeping like a pretty little baby. His oval face, his steady breathing, made him look so peaceful you just wanted to stay a bit more.
'Grrrrr', you heard. It was your stomach. Unfortunately, it seemed like your body didn't want you to stare at Dohoon.
So, you stood up, putting your feet against the floor and shuffling your feet. Soon, you arrived at the kitchen, where the magic usually happened and started cooking. It wasn't like cooking was your favorite thing in the world. Even more, every time you could, you would let Dohoon do this kind of work and then enjoy the meal he had prepared.
But sleep is sacred, so you just started to work.
Time passed, and Dohoon started to hear noises from the kitchen. No need to say that woke him up. He was a light sleeper. The boy rubbed his eyes and glanced to the side, expecting to have you beside him - even if you obviously weren't, because if not, who would be making such noises?
He was still disappointed in not finding you there, though. He stood up, even if he really did not want to, and walked to you. There was a sweet smell all around the apartment, and that was part of the reasons he felt curious. You never cooked, and now Dohoon felt scared of you burning down the kitchen.
What he found there, however, wasn't fire but you trying to get a jar he had lifted a bit too high for you to reach. So you were hopping, sticking out your tongue in concentration.
Quacking jar, you thought to yourself, who the hell had had the idea of leaving it up there?
Dohoon grinned and got closer to you without you even noticing. "Hi," he said. You jumped because of the sudden surprise.
"Oh. Oh my god, Dohoon..." You said, putting your hand on your chest and looking up to look at him. And a little higher, just because you couldn't see all his face from down there. "You scared me."
A chuckle escaped his lips. "Sorry, sweetie. Do you need that?" He pointed at the reddish jar.
"Yes..."
You looked at him. He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes on you.
"What?" He asked.
You bit your lip, not really wanting to ask it because you knew he was going to tease you about it. But on the other hand, you still needed that for the recipe. It was pretty important (or at least that was what it said).
"Could... Could you get it for me?"
"'Course," he nodded, as it was no big deal. Which, by the way, wasn't. It was just... weird. Because Dohoon did not tease you. Didn't say anything, just got it for you. And, of course, he was so tall and his arms were so long, he didn't need to say anything to just demonstrate it; he just got the jar even without standing on his tiptoes.
Your confusion was clear to him, as you were frowning and looking at him as if he had just turned into Spiderman. He gave it to you, directly into your hands. He must be half asleep, you thought. Well, maybe your skeptical manner was exaggerated, but he had been a real pain about that all day.
"What? Are you expecting me to say 'awie you are so small you couldn't get it by yourself'?’ because I could do it too if you want me to.." He teased, with a grin.
Okay, here it went, your typical Dohoon was back. He wasn't asleep, then. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but with a small smile on your face that didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend. "There's no need, you tease."
He snorted, and as you turned back to the meal you were preparing, Dohoon hugged you from behind, and rested his chin on your shoulder, arching his back. He enjoyed the moment for a little longer, taking in the sight of you cooking (a rare one), the way you were fighting with the vegetables to turn them around, and the smell of your scent mixed with the food’s. He knew quite well the next day he would go back to his tiring, exhausting schedule and wouldn't enjoy all that anymore.
He wouldn't properly see you in a couple of days, and suddenly... he felt scared. Even if he didn't quite know of what.
"Love." He called you after a while.
"hm?"
"You know I love you, right?" He muttered.
"Of course I do. And I do too. I love you a lot."
Dohoon nodded and let out the air he didn't even know he was holding. "Okay."
You snorted, turning off the fire once the food was ready. The smell only made you hungrier. But first things first, you thought as you turned around and wrapped your arms around Dohoon's neck.
"I love you. I'm proud of you, and I'm not going anywhere either. I'm here for you." You said slowly, quietly. Your gaze filled with love.
He shallowed hard, but smiled. Dohoon sometimes wondered how on Earth were you capable of saying the exact things he needed to hear to feel better, even when he didn't know himself.
"Thank you," he returned quietly as well.
You smiled too. He leaned slowly and pressed his forehead against yours, and then kissed you. It wasn't rough, or that type of kisses that leave you lingering for more. It was a soft one that carried more than words could actually say. It carried feelings, it carried love. The one you felt everyday when you walked near him, or when you slept, laughed, ate… just spend time with him.
You got on your tiptoes to kiss him better, which had become a habit.
Dohoon snorted at this. You rolled your eyes internally.
Man, how you loved him. Even with his stupid shortie jokes.
I feel like Jedi are fast walkers, but especially Luke. He is constantly out walking Din whenever they go somewhere and Din is always like cyarika please slow down but the Skywalker Gotta go Fast™️ gene is unfortunately a dominant trait sooo sucks for you Din sorryyyy
Luke also is short. In canon, he is short. In my head-canon, he is probably even shorter. He is not about to let all these 5'11 and over men get ahead of him. He is gonna scurry about and leave them all in his 5'6 dust.
Also, and possibly it being Jedi energy and Skywalker GO FAST genes, he just goes about quickly. Leia is the same. She is stomping fast to where she needs to go...and god help you if you try to go ahead of her. She is the lead of the pack and will trip you up if you and your long legs think you can take over. Her 4'9 form will go gremlin and she will either rip you to shreds emotionally or physically depending on her mood.
Din and Han just watching these fast little brats rush around and just feeling tired. Din and Han like to saunter and take their time and be next to their beloved. Their hyper twins just won't let that happen.
At least Luke won't bite Din when Din has enough and goes and plucks him up and just keeps him at his hip so they can stay together.
Han can't say the same (he knows he was lucky that one time on Hoth).
I noticed you reposted something about being deprived of Harry and Ginnys height difference in the films, and I wonder what your head cannons are for their height difference?
Oh! I posted this before, I have a graph with my headcanon heights based on what we know and other people's estimates. You can find the post here with their specific heights mentioned
In short, Ginny is below average for a woman and Harry is slightly above average for a man though not quite as tall as the majority of the Weasley men, who are all unusually tall. (Dumbledore and Voldemort somehow being even taller)
Their height difference is significant and I think Ginny's eye level is somewhere on his upper chest area, maybe clavicle and probably perfect for him to rest his head on top of hers.
