princess treatment 🫧 your nct127 boyfriend is so in love with you
johnny
he opens doors, pulls out chairs, carries your bag without asking. he’s the type to plan entire days around you: brunch at your favorite café, a slow walk through the city, then a drive at sunset with the windows down and his hand resting on your thigh.
he calls you my pretty girl in that cocky voice that makes your stomach flutter
at mornings, he pours your coffee before his own, just the way you like it, two sugars, a touch of cream and slides the mug into your hands like it’s something sacred.
taeyong
taeyong’s version of princess treatment is quiet, detailed, and deeply emotional. he doesn’t need to say much
his love shows up in tiny, perfect ways. he’ll notice if you’re cold before you do, draping his jacket around your shoulders. he’ll cook your favorite meal, decorate it with care, and place it in front of you with a shy smile.
he brushes your hair while you sit on the floor, hums softly when you’re half-asleep, and texts you reminders to eat when he’s away at military
dunnot forget to eat today, honey ´ര ᗜ ര` with that same kaomoji cause he is lee taeyong
yuta
he’ll take you shopping and insist you try on everything that catches your eye, smirking as he says if you like it, you should try it on but the real luxury is how present he is. when he looks at you, it’s like no one else exists.
he leads you into a late night diner and orders for you because he already knows what you’ll want.
his hand stays over yours on the table, thumb tracing slow, lazy circles as he just quietly look around the restaurant. when your food arrives, he cuts your burger in half for you, smirking. let me
doyoung
the two of you are grocery shopping. you reach for the top shelf, and before you can even stretch, doyoung’s already there, grabbing it for you with a quiet got it he’s a little bossy about the list
we’re getting only the healthy kind, no junk food, ya heard? but when he notices your pout, he sighs and drops your favorite snacks into the cart anyway.
at home, while he cooks, he hums under his breath. sit down and don’t touch anything he tells you. when dinner’s ready, he sets your plate in front of you, wiping his hands on a towel.
you're too spoiled by the way
jaehyun
flipping through a few pairs at prada, debating quietly with yourself. jaehyun is right behind you, hands in his pockets, calm as ever. he doesn’t hover, doesn’t push, but he’s paying attention his eyes flick to everything you do.
that one looks good he says softly, nodding toward a sleek black pair you hadn’t been sure about. it makes you pause. think so? you ask.
yeah he shrugs fits your face
and at mid trip stops when you and half the members are going to holidays, he makes sure you are warm since its freaking cold outside. goes inside the market and order you some food, and he just looks so soft with his glasses. as you and mark are already ordering some ice cream and paying with your boyfriends credit card.
jungwoo
jungwoo’s princess treatment is pure softness. he makes you feel adored just by how excited he gets to do things for you. sit down, baby, i’ll do it for you he’ll say, taking the grocery bags out of your hands.
he’ll bring you snacks, wrap you in a blanket burrito, and insist on watching your (his) favorite movie even if he’s seen it a dozen times. (dude it's obviously the incredibles for the ninth time)
you’re standing in front of the mirror, trying to pick what to wear, when jungwoo bursts in holding a headband. this! this one! he says dramatically, placing it on your head. you laugh, but he just beams. see? perfect. my princess.
mark
he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it half the time
e just loves taking care of you. he’ll hold your hand when crossing the street, carry your bag even if it’s small, and text you did you eat? like three times a day.
when you’re feeling low, he’ll order your favorite food and show up with it, sheepishly saying, you looked like you needed this he’ll play your favorite songs while you eat and do that little shy smile whenever you thank him. later, when you’re lying together, he’ll whisper you make it really easy to want to take care of you
then he sits beside you, playing with your hair until you drift off. you hear him whisper you're my whole world, you know that? just before you fall asleep
haechan
he spoils you in ways that make you laugh. he’ll call you my royal highness and kiss you hands when he brings you snacks or my spoiled baby when he tucks you in at night. but beneath all the teasing, he means every bit of it.
he’ll do your nails for fun, feed you bites of dessert, and grin proudly when you roll your eyes i know you love it he’ll say, kissing your cheek
and most important, he change his drink with yours if that matcha you ordered is way too earthy, even tho he doesn't like matcha he'll do it just to make you happy
gosh this taste awful by the way as you happily sip the caramel latte he orderer for himself
synopsis: in which yn creates internet beef with cheetahlee, Mark Lee, after an intense round of roblox princess tycoon…
genre: short smau, fake texts au, social media au, non!idol, fluff, humor
warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, lmk if i missed anything else!
taglist is open!
> part2
a/n: hey there!!!!! as u can see this is not svt related but i love nct too much to not have any works relating them:))) this is also gonna be a very small series cause i feel like it’s better that way rather than me posting it all in one go.
this is a recreation of one of MY works hence why it may look familiar to some, i am planning on recreating some of my old works so be on the lookout for that BUT FOR THE MEANWHILE ENJOY THIS:)))
"The kiss tastes of strawberries and the warmth of his skin, it's slow and tender, like a promise spoken without words, and for a moment, the world fades into nothing but him—his scent, his touch, and the soft sound of your name on his lips."
Author's note: It's been a minute since I've written anything, so this might be rusty af. But I felt like putting something out, so I did before that tiny spark of motivation burned out. This is not proofread. As always, feedback is highly appreciated. Hope you enjoy!
The summer sun hangs lazily above you, casting a golden haze across the sky as you and Jaehyun walk hand in hand down a quiet, tree-lined path. His fingers are warm against yours, but it’s the kind of warmth that feels just right, even on a hot summer day like this. One that wraps around you like a secret, intimate, quiet, and meant only for the two of you.
“I told you the strawberry farm was a good idea,” you say, playfully nudging his shoulder with yours.
Jaehyun laughs—soft, low, and entirely contagious. “You just wanted an excuse to wear that sundress.”
You feign offence, gasping. “It’s cute and breezy. Totally practical.”
He eyes you with a smile that melts you every time. “It definitely is a lovely dress, but only you are the reason it looks so perfect,” he says more softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering just a fraction of a second too long on your cheek.
The warmth of the sun on your skin is nothing in comparison to the look in his eyes.
The two of you arrive at the little farm tucked between rolling green hills. There’s a faded wooden sign that reads "Pick Your Own" and rows and rows of strawberries glistening in the sunlight, their sweet scent carried by the breeze. Jaehyun grabs two small baskets and hands you one with a wink.
“Let’s see who picks the most.”
“You’re on,” you grin.
You wander down the rows, crouching beside a patch of ripe berries. Jaehyun is only a few steps behind you, humming softly to himself, occasionally reaching over your shoulder to pluck a berry he insists you missed on purpose. And maybe you did. Hoping to feel him against you again -not that you'd admit that to him though- At one point, you pop a berry into your mouth and tilt your head toward him.
"Wanna taste?" you ask, your eyes gleaming mischievously.
When your fingers rest on his jaw, he leans in and takes the berry, his lips grazing yours softly as his smile broadens and his dimples deepen.
The kiss tastes of strawberries and the warmth of his skin, it's slow and tender, like a promise spoken without words, and for a moment, the world fades into nothing but him—his scent, his touch, and the soft sound of your name on his lips.
“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs.
“You love it.”
He doesn’t deny it but only shakes his head a little, trying to hide the flush on his cheeks.
You both eventually drift towards the checkered blanket that is set out just outside the small farm under the pleasant shade of a huge tree. The baskets, only half-filled, sit forgotten next to you.
Jaehyun lies on his back, one arm tucked under his head, the other outstretched so you can rest against him. You trace lazy circles on his chest, watching the sunlight filter through the leaves above.
“I wish summer lasted forever,” you sigh.
He turns his head to you. “I don’t. I like seasons.”
You look up at him. “Why?”
“Because change is good,” he says thoughtfully. “It makes moments like this feel even more special.”
He tells you as he looks into your eyes, his eyes carrying the weight of thousands of "I love you’s” in every language in the universe.
You say nothing, afraid even a whisper might break the moment. Your heart is full—so full it hurts in the gentlest way—and all because he always, always knows how to hold you with his words.
“Okay, philosopher,” you taunt playfully after a few moments, yet your voice is gentle and full of love. “Then what’s the lesson of this moment?”
He hums, then rolls over so he’s hovering above you, his hands braced on either side of your head, the sunlight haloing him like something out of this world.
“That I’m hopelessly in love with you,” he says, so simply it knocks the breath from your lungs.
The words settle between you like petals on water, weightless but utterly consuming. You blink up at him, heart thundering as you hear those words for the first time.
“Say it again,” you whisper.
“I’m in love with you.”
The way he says it—no nerves, no hesitation—makes you believe in everything. In forever. In strawberry flavoured kisses and holding hands in secret. Even in heart-shaped days and movie-like clichés.
You believe in love as a quiet sanctuary, a place where hearts speak in glances and breaths catch in shared stillness. And in that moment, held in the softness of his voice, you understand love, his love, is not just an idea or a feeling; it is the very light that colours your world, the pulse beneath your skin, the forever you’ve always been waiting for.
“I’m so in love with you too.”
You admit before reaching up and pulling him down. As you put your lips to his, slow yet so sure. His hand slips to your waist, the other cradling your cheek, and you feel his smile against you before you see it.
The kiss feels way more intense than any other you've shared before. The sweetness of his breath mixes with the beat of your heart, and it almost feels like your souls are in harmony as your lips move against each other so effortlessly.
When you part, noses brushing, you giggle.
“We’re definitely not picking more strawberries, are we?” you ask, breathless from laughing, cheeks warm—not just from the sun, but from the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.
He gives that slow, signature grin, eyes locked on yours, full of mischief and something softer—something that wraps around your heart before you even realise it.
“Nope,” he says, dragging out the word just enough, ending it with that playful little pop that makes your stomach flutter and your thoughts scatter like petals in the wind.
There’s a moment of silence. The breeze moves gently around you, the rustle of leaves above your heads almost too quiet to notice. It’s like the entire world has leaned in with you, holding its breath.
Then he shifts, just slightly, leaning in a little closer—enough that the space between you crackles with something sweet and intimate.
His voice deepens, low and smooth, each word drawn out like a whisper only you may hear.
“But I’d say I’m doing pretty well at making your heart skip.”
You try to smirk, to toss back something quick and clever, but your smile softens before it can turn sharp.
“So full of yourself,” you murmur, voice shaky with how much you don’t mean it. He doesn’t back away. If anything, he leans in closer, like he’s reading the truth beneath your teasing.
His thumb brushes lightly across your hand, lazy and deliberate, a casual touch that sends a quiet thrill dancing up your arm.
“Maybe”, he says softly, the word barely more than a breath, “but I can feel it.”
His fingers move, slow and careful, grazing just over the inside of your wrist—right where your pulse flutters beneath your skin, fast and helpless.
“Right here.” Your breath catches in your throat. It’s a small touch. Barely anything. But it feels like everything.
You don’t say anything. You don’t have to. It's clear as day.
His eyes stay on yours, searching, and then that smile returns, less cocky now, and more tender. Quiet. Like he’s just unravelled some part of you that you didn’t know was waiting to be seen.
And he’s not teasing anymore. He doesn't say anything. He’s just holding the moment between you like something fragile and full of light.
Like it matters.
Because it does.
Because you do.
With a shy giggle, you tuck your head into the crook of his neck, letting your fingers trace the curve of his shoulder. Because you can't deny his words, not when it's the truth.
His skin is warm, his heartbeat steady and close. The sun continues its slow descent as it colours the sky with hints of amber and pink.
At some point, he begins humming again—some old summer tune, half-forgotten and beautiful—and you hum along, eyes fluttering shut as the cicadas sing and the breeze whispers through the trees.
In that moment, you realise that you've got everything you've ever wanted— a world wrapped in strawberries, bathed in sunlight, and held together by him.
This fanfiction is a work of fiction inspired by NCT. I do not own NCT, its members, or any related entities. All characters and events are fictionalized and do not reflect real-life actions or personalities. This work is not intended to infringe on copyrights or the privacy of the individuals depicted. It is created solely for entertainment and not for profit.
Could you pls write your husband Haechan getting whiny and pouty cause you won't let him kiss you and ignore him as a prank pls? (can you make it long pls if you can?)
Dodged!
Word Count: 1K
Summary: He pauses, his lips hovering inches away from yours, eyes twinkling with triumph. “Say it.”
You roll your eyes. “I love you, okay? You’re my favorite, and I’ll never ignore you again.”
Pairing: Haechan X reader
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The moment Haechan walks through the door, you know he’s going to be clingy.
It’s in the way he dramatically sighs, tossing his bag onto the couch before throwing himself onto you, practically melting into your embrace like he’s been away for weeks instead of just a few hours. His arms loop around your waist, his face pressing into your neck as he groans.
“Finally,” he mumbles against your skin. “I missed you so much today.”
You smile, rubbing his back a little, but you’re on a mission tonight. A little harmless fun to see how long it takes before he completely loses it.
“I missed you too,” you say sweetly, before gently pushing his face away from your neck. He blinks up at you, eyes warm and expectant, lips already puckering up for a kiss—only for you to turn your head at the last second.
Haechan freezes. His lips land on your cheek instead, and he pulls back immediately, blinking in confusion.
“Uh… hello?” he says, narrowing his eyes at you. “What was that?”
You pretend to be oblivious. “What do you mean?”
He squints harder. “Babe, I was about to kiss you, and you just—” He mimes the way you turned your head. “You dodged me.”
You shrug, fighting a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A slow pout starts forming on his face, his lower lip jutting out. “What do you mean you don’t know? You literally just rejected me.”
“I did not.”
“Yes, you did!” He gasps like you’ve personally offended him. “Do you—do you not love me anymore?!”
“Haechan—”
“Oh my God,” he groans, flopping onto the couch like the dramatist he is. “My wife doesn’t love me anymore. I leave for a few hours, and suddenly I’m unwanted.”
You roll your eyes, but your heart warms at how ridiculously cute he’s being. Still, you keep up the act, brushing past him like you didn’t just watch him fall apart dramatically.
“Okay, I’m gonna go start dinner.”
“No, no, no, wait,” he cries, scrambling up to follow you. He latches onto your back like a koala, his arms locking around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Babe, don’t do this to me. Kiss me, please.”
“Nope.”
“What do you mean nope?” He sounds genuinely distressed now, wiggling in your hold like a restless child. “Why not?”
“I just don’t feel like it.”
The sound that leaves his mouth is borderline inhuman. “You don’t feel like it? But—but kissing me is, like, your favorite thing ever! You always say I have the softest lips! That I’m—”
You casually reach for a pan, still ignoring him. “I changed my mind.”
Another gasp. “No, you didn’t!” He quickly moves to stand in front of you, his big brown eyes widening to their full puppy-like potential. He clutches at his chest like you just stabbed him. “You’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.”
You stare at him, pressing your lips together like you’re considering it. Then, as if to twist the knife deeper, you hum, “I don’t know… Maybe I’m just not in the mood for kisses today.”
He grips the counter behind him for support, like your words have physically weakened him. “Babe, you’re literally killing me.”
“I think you’ll survive,” you say, smirking.
“No, I won’t.” He grips your wrist desperately. “I need kisses to function. It’s like oxygen. You’re depriving me of air.”
You burst into laughter, unable to help it. “You are so dramatic.”
“I am not!” He whines, shaking you a little. “You don’t understand! My whole day has been so hard, and the one thing I was looking forward to was coming home to my beautiful wife and showering her with kisses, only to be treated like this!” He sniffs, looking away like he’s trying not to cry. “This is emotional abuse.”
You snort. “That is not what emotional abuse is.”
“It feels like it.” He pouts harder, his lips curling like he’s about to full-on sulk. “I don’t know if I can go on like this.”
You decide to push him just a little further, crossing your arms. “Okay, then. If you have to kiss someone, go kiss Mark or something.”
His jaw drops. “Kiss Mark?”
You shrug. “Yeah. Since you need kisses so bad.”
He scoffs, looking deeply, deeply betrayed. “I don’t want Mark’s kisses, I want yours!”
“Well, too bad,” you say, biting back another smile.
For a moment, he just stares at you, completely still. Then, as if he’s made up his mind about something, he launches at you.
You squeal, stumbling back as he grabs your face, trapping you against the counter. His eyes are dark with determination, his lips pressed into a firm line. “You leave me no choice, babe.”
“What—”
Before you can react, he starts attacking you with kisses—messy, exaggerated, over-the-top smooches all over your face. You burst into giggles, trying to squirm away, but he doesn’t let you, peppering your cheeks, nose, and forehead with dramatic mwah sounds.
“You think you can ignore me?” he mumbles between kisses. “Huh? You think you can deprive me?”
“Haechan—stop—”
“Nope! I will get my kisses one way or another!”
You’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe, weakly pushing at his chest, but he only doubles down, squeezing you tighter. Finally, when you’re on the verge of wheezing, you surrender.
“Okay, okay! You win!”
He pauses, his lips hovering inches away from yours, eyes twinkling with triumph. “Say it.”
You roll your eyes. “I love you, okay? You’re my favorite, and I’ll never ignore you again.”
His smirk grows. “And?”
“…And I was just messing with you.”
He gasps. “I knew it!” Then, without another word, he finally presses his lips against yours in a long, sweet, desperate kiss that makes your toes curl.
When he pulls away, he looks deeply satisfied, his pout completely gone. “That’s more like it.”
You shake your head, amused. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re mine,” he hums, hugging you close again. “And from now on, I’m enforcing a no ignoring me rule, okay? Especially when it comes to kisses.”
You pretend to think about it. “I’ll consider it.”
He glares playfully. “Babe—”
You giggle, leaning in this time to kiss him first. And, just like that, all is forgiven.
(Though you have a feeling he’s going to be extra clingy for the rest of the night.)
I’m just here to love your Johnny profile pic 🥹 I’m so unequivocally in love with this man bruh 😭
Okay actually 🥹 can I ask for like the fluffiest fluff you could even imagine with Johnny? Like pet names, giggles, cute moments, fluff to point of no return type of shit? I wanna fall in love with it and then cry cause I’m so single 🧍🏾♀️💀
Johnny Suh
was and still is the first guy to make your heart flutter with the most crony and cheesy shit.
"I want to spoil you" and he does. so well.
the time he surprised you with your favorite snacks and movie because his " baby was stressed"
or the time he got you matching necklaces because he wants to feel you even when you guys aren't together.
to him, you're his everything.
"Baby, you know I love you right? "
he reassures and comforts you without you having to ask for it.
he will give you everything even if it means it burns him out
"Johnny, you're overworked. you need to rest " You tell him this whenever his eyes become tired and his movement a little sluggish
"I want to give you the best and it means I gotta work hard baby you know that"
He feels so strongly about you its not even a joke. Never saw himself as the clingy type but gosh if he could merge with you he would.
he keeps this a secret from you but whenever you're not going to be together for a while he buys the perfume you use and sprays it on his hotel pillow before he sleeps at night.
He cries whenever you accomplish things you've worked hard for.
You and Jaehyun have been friends for what feels like forever. You two have always felt very comfortable around each other and over time you two have become inseparable. You guys were always together and when you finally stopped to think about it one day, it really shocked you. You weren’t the type to spend too much time with anyone for too long, you really valued your alone time. But being with Jaehyun was different then being with anyone else.
Being friends with Jaehyun meant that you were also friends with his friends. You were the closest to Johnny and considered him one of your best friends along with Jaehyun. Johnny always made little comments towards you and Jaehyun, insinuating that he was just waiting for you guys to finally admit your feelings for each other. Every time Johnny did this, you just laughed it off. You had no clue that every time you did that, Jaehyun’s heart would break a little.
You had no idea that Jaehyun liked you, and you had never thought of him in that way. This was not because you were oblivious, you were actually really good at picking up on hints, but Jaehyun did absolutely everything to ensure that you never found out about his crush. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin his precious friendship with you. He really cherished it because it is so rare that you find someone you are so comfortable with. Someone who you can be your true self around no matter what. Johnny didn’t even know about Jaehyun’s feelings, Johnny just says those things to mess with you guys.
Two nights ago Jaehyun had a dream while he was sleeping. It was one of those dreams that feels so real and a part of him wasn’t even sure that it was a dream at first. He had dreamt that you and him were slow dancing in the living room to a song that you both loved. That’s all he could remember when he woke up but the thought of it filled his heart so much love and joy.
This dream was in the back of his mind all day long. Every time it popped back up in his mind he couldn’t help but have the biggest smile on his face. He made the mistake of doing this around Johnny.
“Why are you so smiley?” Johnny asked
Jaehyun came back to reality. “huh?”
“Your walking around with huge grin on you face. You look like a weirdo”
“I’m not allowed to be happy?”
“No, you are, but I want to know why your so happy.”
Usually Jaehyun would just divert the conversation, but for the first time he actually really wanted to tell Johnny everything. So he did.
Johnny stared at Jaehyun with a shocked smile on his face.
“I don’t know why you are so shocked Johnny, your the one that’s always saying that we should just admit out feelings for each other!”
He laughs, taken aback, “I was just joking! I would have never said those things if I knew this! Does y/n feel the same way?”
“No, and she probably never will.”
“Woah wait don’t say that. Your a great guy and she clearly loves you, she’s been your friend for years now.”
“Yeah but I’ve spent the last 3 of those years trying everything I can to make sure she never found out about my feelings towards her.”
“3 years?! No wonder a dream made you break. You have it bad for her dude. You have to tell her.”
“I know.” Jaehyun says unsure of how he could possibly tell you his true feelings.
Two days later you are getting ready at your place to go out to dinner with Jaehyun. You two tried to have dinner together at least twice a week. This was getting harder because of Jaehyun’s busy schedule but he always made time for you. He came to pick you up and drive you guys to the restaurant. Immediately you could tell something was off. It was almost as if he was nervous. You figured it was something to do with work and he would probably tell you once you get in the restaurant so you didn’t say anything to him just yet.
At dinner was still acting strange and refusing to say anything about it. He was dropping his silverware and fumbling with his words. Jaehyun never acted like this. What was even stranger was that he wasn’t telling you what was wrong. When he spills his water for the second time tonight you couldn’t wait any longer, you had to ask him what was wrong.
“Jaehyun, are you okay?”
He starts to nod his head yes but stops himself.
“I’m just a little nervous.”
“Nervous? Are you anxious about something going on with work?”
“No I jus- You look really pretty tonight y/n” Jaehyun admits.
You were wearing an outfit you wear all the time. You hair was the same it always was and you didn’t do anything new with you makeup.
“Well If I look pretty right now, you must always think I look pretty because this is how I always look.” You joked.
You gave him the same laugh you give when Johnny suggests that you and Jaehyun should be a couple. You watch as Jaehyun’s smile fades. Before you can say anything to him the waitress brings the check and you can tell that he is trying to distract himself by taking a unusually long time looking in his wallet for his card.
You realize then that Jaehyun was trying to compliment you and you just brushed off his nice words without even a thank you. You weren’t trying to be rude, it was just rare to get a compliment from him so you weren’t used to it.
“Jae, I’m sorry I didn’t realize that you were trying to compliment me. It was nice what you said. Your my friend, I would never try to laugh at you on purpose. I’m just confused why, you thinking I look pretty tonight, would make you nervous.”
He gives you a small smile and gets up. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah, sure” You respond confused.
On the car ride back to his place, Jaehyun was mentally kicking himself. Nothing had gone to plan. If he just hadn’t been so nervous everything would have been perfect. He had planned to tell you everything. perfectly explaining how he felt and hoping that you would feel the same way back. But all he did was make himself feel stupid and make you confused.
When you get to his place, you go to your usual place on his couch. Jaehyun wanted to go change into more comfy clothes. While he was gone, you couldn’t stop thinking about how weird dinner and the car ride was. Alone with your thoughts, you came to the conclusion that Jaehyun must have feelings for you. That was the only way to explain how he was acting. But each time you came to that conclusion you shut it down. People didn’t develop feelings overnight and you were absolutely positive that he didn’t have feelings for you before. Right? I mean it’s not like you would be apposed to the ideal, Jaehyun is such an amazing person, you just never allowed your self to think about anything romantic happening between you two because you never thought that it was a possibility.
While Jaehyun was in his room changing, he also decided to give himself a little pep talk. “Stop being so weird. Just act normal, you have gone three years hiding your feelings towards her, you can go one more day. Considering how everything has been going it’s probably best that I don’t tell her anything today.”
Feeling like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, he walks out feeling much better. When he gets to the living room he sees you messing with his record player. You decided to play some music. But It wasn’t just any song that you decided to play, it was the same song in the dream he had. You of course had no idea about the dream that he had, but hearing this song stopped Jaehyun in his tracks. The song choice wasn’t completely shocking because this was actually a song that you both loved but he couldn’t help but feel like this was a sign.
Sitting down on the couch, he could feel his nerves coming back. You come and sit right next to him.
“I missed this song, I feel like I haven’t heard it in forever.” You say.
“Yeah me too. Well- no, I actually had a dream about this song the other night.”
“Oh really! Tell me about it.” You say excited. Dreams were one of your favorite topics to talk about with Jaehyun.
“Orrr I could show you instead.” He says getting up.
“Show me?”
Jaehyun smiles down at you and holds out his hand. You look at him confused for a second. He extends his hand out a little further trying to get you to take it. You do this time, and you get up off the couch.
He brings his other hand to your waist and you two start gently swaying to the song.
“This was your dream?” you ask unable to hid your smile and the blush that is making your cheeks red. The butterflies in your stomach going crazy.
Jaehyun nods and smiles. He then wraps his arms arounds you and pulls you close to him. Your face is against his soft hoodie and you can smell his cologne. You two sway until the song is finished.
When the song ends, unsure if you wanted to even be dancing with him in the first place, he starts to step away. You pull him back in as the next song starts.
“I don’t want to stop just yet Jae.”
He smiles into your hair, unable to contain his joy.
“Baby~” Doyoung cooes, slightly swaying back and forth in his seat. “I love yooou” He wraps his arms around you while forcing his entire body weight on you, almost making you fall out of your seat.
You giggle and pat his hand, “I love you too honey”. He whines, rubbing his head against your face, “Love me~”
Doyoung leans in for a kiss but you push away lightly. You both are at a restaurant with the other members so you would rather not have a heated make out session in front of them. You take a better look at his face and you can’t help but be in awe. His face is completely flushed from the amount of alcohol that he drank and there is a permanent pout on his lips. “Not right now”.
He looks absolutely adorable.
“Why~” he whines, slowly blinking at you. You giggle, engulfing him in your arms. He melts in your touch, rubbing his face against your shoulder. “I’m sorry baby” you coo with a slight smile.
“Mhhh~” he closes his eyes, holding you tightly.
“You definitely drank too much”. He shakes his head, “Mmhhh~ noooo I.. I didn’t”
You chuckle, rubbing his back “You definitely did”
