chris just giggles as he presses a kiss against the back of your neck, arms wrapping a little tighter around you. so what if he steals your lotion sometimes because there's a greedy part of him that likes the scent? it's not like he's ever hiding it, and he does make a point to buy you more whenever you're running low. you just snuggle closer to him, your back pressed against his chest, all too content to have a lazy morning with him.
"and?" he challenges.
you stifle a yawn. he's been up longer than you, but he'll always happily come curl up with you after his morning workout and shower... and stealing of your lotion. "you're cute. take a nap with me."
he knows the tips of his ears are turning red now at how casual the compliment is. but he presses another kiss against your neck, and nuzzles closer, the scent of your lotion filling the air and lulling him into a state of security. "as you wish."
seungcheol's hand curls around your own as he tugs it over to him with no resistance, leaving you to try and type one-handed at your laptop for the moment. you don't ask questions (seungcheol has always been the kind to surprise you with little things like this), but you do look over to see that he's sporting his own matching ring to the one he's sliding onto one of your fingers. he looks up at you, hair hanging in his eyes, and grins before pressing his lips against the ring.
"it reminded me of you, so i got it." he lets go of your hand, and you hold it up to survey the ring. the pattern does seem like something you'd like, and this is far from the first pair of rings the two of you have bought for one another, so it's a perfect fit. "do you like it?"
"it's pretty," you hum, and your hand cups his jaw. "not as pretty as you, but pretty."
he just scrunches his nose in response, smiling as best as he can when you squish his face a little bit more. seungcheol frees himself easily enough, leaning over just to press a lingering kiss against the side of your face before he gets back up to go put away the rest of his little shopping haul. he'll tell you about the time he spent with friends once you're done with your work.
but you wait until he gets a few steps away to call out, "you don't love me enough to kiss me right?"
all it takes is the sound of his thundering steps for you to know you've got him, hook, line, and sinker. he leans over your chair to kiss you properly, and you feel the way he smiles against your lips before pulling away again with that damn twinkle in his eyes. "hi," he says softly. "i love you."
he's too easy sometimes to tease. you just smile, blowing him a kiss as he walks away. "love you, too, silly."
changbin's head lifts the minute the words are out of your mouth. he tries not to be the jealous type: you're dating him, after all. he usually doesn't care too much if you notice other people, especially since you're usually talking about celebrities or a random person on social media. but there's something about the way that you say it that makes him pay attention, and, maybe worse, the way you're smiling at your phone now. he knows your smiles. you've only ever smiled at him like that... so maybe it makes sense that he's a little jealous.
"who?"
"this guy," you don't look up from your phone. "he's gorgeous. his partner must be lucky." he sees the way your thumb swiped across your screen, and you gasp again. "oh, wow..."
he moves toward you, that sense of jealousy growing stronger. "who are you looking at?"
"he looks so strong..." you lean away from him when he gets close. "he took off his jacket in one of these--"
"i wanna see!" he whines. "who is he?!"
it's maybe a little too easy for him to pounce on you on the couch, turning your hand and phone so that he can get a good look at this guy... only to recognize pictures of himself. he'd gone out with his friends last week, and, of course, hyunjin had been taking pictures that he only recently uploaded within the past day or so. immediately, changbin moves away from you, face flushed with embarrassment as you cackle.
"he's so pretty. and handsome. and strong." you sit up, already moving toward him, oh so proud of teasing him. "do you think i have a chance?"
he just giggles, reaching an arm out to hook around you so that he can press kisses against your cheeks and lips. he'll always love your brand of silliness, even if it involves teasing him a little in the process.
"hey." jeonghan calls out to you from where he's cleaning up the rest of dinner while you put away leftovers. "i think you're cute."
it's silly. the two of you have been together for a while, and yet you still hide your smile as you turn back to what you're doing. you can hear the sound of padding footsteps as he comes into the kitchen, setting the dishes in the sink before his hands are at your waist, as though to steady you while he presses a kiss right behind your ear.
it's cute. he's cute. you just turn to catch him before he can start on the dishes, pressing a quick peck against his cheek. jeonghan's love for you has never been a question since the first time he said it: it's obvious from the way he cares for you, always attentive and mindful of you, your biggest advocate whenever you're struggling. he told you once that he never questions it for you, either: you've seen his ugly parts before, ranging from the times he's been sick with you there to care for him to him on his worst days. he's gentle, even when he's playful, but you know that he loves you.
but hearing that cheeky 'i think you're cute' just warms your chest in the same way that hearing a soft 'i love you' does. you let go of him so that the two of you can get one step closer to cuddling and watching something silly to decompress after a long day.
"hey." you call out once you've turned away, and you hear him let out a soft hum. so you don't turn around, just speaking aloud, "i think you're cute, too."
he just chuckles. he'll tease you and say you're unoriginal some other time. for now, he'll just smile and bask in the cozy feeling of loving and being loved wholeheartedly.
minho's stomping through the snow to get to where you're talking to chris up by the house, already pouting a bit. "you're too far away," he mumbles, sliding his hands into your pockets. "stop wandering away."
you say nothing about this little display of affection, or the fact that you know minho has nice gloves in his pockets (you bought him this pair, and he never leaves without them when it's cold). you just shove your hands into your pockets instead, hands cupping over his. "so anyway--"
"don't ignore me!" he whines, tugging at your jacket as best as he can now. he looks at chris, pouting at him, too. "they're ignoring me. scold them."
chris's eyes crinkle a little as he looks from your face to minho's, and his shifts his weight from one leg to the other. "no returns on him, by the way."
"oh, i know." you draw one hand out just so you can pat minho's bicep a few times. "i don't intend to."
minho smiles a little, and snuggles in close. good. he thinks he's yours for life now anyway. "that's not what i asked for," he mumbles, pressing a kiss against your cheek. "it's too cold here."
"we'll go in a minute," you just cuddle closer to him.
"we don't have to." he just flexes his hands a little, turning them so that he can hold yours. "i'm fine now."
of course he is. you just give him a kiss on the cheek, and feel the way he practically melts against you now that you've given him a little attention for now. he has what he wants: a little attention and to hold you before you have to go back home.
"hey... i know you said you didn't want to be disturbed since you're working, but..."
jihoon looks up, drawing his headphones back around his neck as he turns his attention away from his work. he's got a deadline to meet that's fast approaching, and he knows that you know that, but he knows you too well. if you're coming in, it's important. you've just cracked the door open enough to lean in and usually you just come in to bring him something to eat or refill his water bottle and, occasionally, prod him to get up and stretch outside of his bathroom breaks.
but you push the door open a little further with your shoulder, and make your way over, cradling a cupcake in your hand with a lit candle pushed into the center of the icing.
"happy birthday," you set it down in front of him, and lean down to kiss his forehead.
he blinks once. twice. what? and then he looks to his computer, toggling out of the full screen view he's grown too used to, and it hits him. it is his birthday. shit. you were going to make dinner reservations, and--
"we'll celebrate when all of this is done, okay?" you rest a hand at the back of his neck, toying with his hair a little. "did you forget?"
he feels the warmth rise to his cheeks. "i did," he admits. he knows you won't tease him too much about it--at least not until his work is done. "i thought i'd be done by now--"
"don't." you kiss him, gentle as can be, and then step away. "it's fine! just don't stay up too late," and you step back, quick enough to press another kiss against his cheek. "i'm already planning a party with your friends once you're done. mingyu and seokmin promised to cook," you poke his cheek. "so we're going allll out for you."
he just smiles to himself, making a silent wish before blowing out the candle. you're almost out the door when he calls your name, meeting your gaze again. "i love you."
and you bring the sunlight into his home and his heart when you smile back at him. "i love you, too, honey."
mingyu stirs awake just long enough for him to realize you dropped your bag by the door and you're crawling into bed with him. either seokmin or minghao must have let you into the apartment, but he's not going to complain. he knows why you're here, and he knows that you probably brought something sweet that you left in the kitchen for him to enjoy in the morning. but the way you drop into bed is a sure enough sign that the two of you are matching in how tired you are from the week behind you, an ungraceful flop as your face ends up buried in pillows for a moment.
he just giggles a little when he turns to look at you, already reaching out to bring you where you belong (even if you don't intend on staying there while you sleep: it's his day, and he likes cuddling with you). you snuggle closer, cheek against his chest, and snake your arms around him as well.
"happy birthday, baby," you mumble, already half-asleep. did you drive here? or did someone else? he hopes it's the latter. "i love you."
"i love you, too." he can't help but giggle a little bit more at how cute you are. "let's sleep in today," he presses a kiss against your forehead. "okay?"
"mm. sounds great." you squeeze him around the middle, pressing the tiniest little peck against whatever skin you can reach. "whatever you want for miiiiingoooooo day..."
it's so silly. but he bursts into louder giggles at how you draw that out, and only laughs more when he feels your shoulders shake as you crack up, too. the two of you are so, so deeply tired... but there's something infectious about your silly guy and how utterly, entirely endeared he is by you and your silly sleepiness. a matching pair yet again.
(maybe he'll match whatever clothes you brought with you, too. it's his day, after all: he's allowed to be cute and cheesy.)
seungcheol hears the clatter of your phone hitting the floor, immediately whipping around to check on you. is this bad news? he's already ready to walk with you through the next steps you had laid out (disputing, and if that did nothing, then retaking the course). but you stand up, already heading to him.
"i passed." you sound like you can barely believe it yourself. he can't blame you, to be fair: he's... a little too aware of the drama concerning your grades in this class and how your professor's been handling them.
but he just reaches out, hands resting on your biceps. "you passed?"
"with a B!" you're beaming, glowing, with pure joy. the relief is all too apparent, and he's not sure whether it's because you're done in general or because this assignment has been hanging over you for weeks, both before and after you submitted it.
and, frankly, he doesn't care which in the moment. he's already sweeping you into his arms and giving you the tightest squeeze, enough to lift you off the ground for just a few seconds before setting you down. he takes your face into his hands, already pressing kisses against your skin. "you did it!" he giggles. "i knew you could! should we celebrate?" he looks to the lunch he was making, and there's this warm feeling in his chest: it isn't enough after how hard you've worked, the tears he's seen you cry during your studies.
you already know what he's thinking. you just squeeze his bicep. "later," you promise. "i'll pick a place for dinner and we'll go."
it's a deal. seungcheol just leans forward, kissing your forehead, and he says something you think you really needed to hear: "i'm proud of you."
