“Youngjo!” I smile as I finally see my friend appear in the hallway.
“Hey you~” He says with a small lazy smile as he wraps his arm around my waist to hug me.
Last night, he walked me home after work, he also kissed me. Today we’re suppose to watch a movie together after class, which is like.. now. We walk together back to our building. We talking normally and for a moment it’s as if he had never kissed me last night. It was never brought up. I open my main door, and we directly go to my room. He drops his bag pack on the side and I drop mine on my chair.
“Wow thanks.” He laughs at my dead eyes staring at him. “Ok, I have chips, candies..” I look into my small fridge. We have a bigger one in the living room but I had to have mine. “Cake? I have cake?” I take out the said cake.
“Oh! I want cake.” He smiles as he gets his shoes off and jumps on my bed.
“Oh! I want cake.” He smiles as he gets his shoes off and jumps on my bed.
“I guess cake then.” I cut two slices and place them on paper plates I have. “You want the spoon or the fork.” I show him my two utensils and he points at the spoon. Once I have everything ready, I join him on my bed and give him his cake as he’s busy selecting the movie. He grabs onto the said plate for a second but ends up dropping it, the cake falling cream first on his pants.
“Shit!” He curses and takes the cake off his laps to put it back on the plate and then on the window seal at his left. Before even understanding my action. I reach a finger down and wipe the cream off to put it in my mouth. He looks at me weirdly and I look at him a bit confused.
“What?”
“No—Nothing..” I look down and realize where the cream came from. The cake had fallen on his crotch and I guess me pressing on it with my index finger to then suck the cream off of it was a bit weird. I just ignore it and take the remote from his hand.
“So what are we watching?”
“Mhh, whatever is fine with me.” I roll my eyes and look through what we could watch, when one dumb looking teenager movie catches my attention.
“Here, that looks dumb enough.” I turn my head towards him to see his reaction and he just nods at me. I take it that’s a yes. I lay back in my pillows and swing my legs over his, as he was just sitting straight, his back against my wooden headboard. He turns his head towards me and flashes me a small smile. Both our attention goes back to the movie starting and I start stuffing my face with the creamy cake. I look to my left, his cake is still on the window seal. “You not gonna eat that?” I say my mouth filled with the cake I had finished in three mouthfuls.
“You can have it.”
“Really?” I say without waiting for his answer. I take it and start eating it.
“You’re making a mess.” He brings his finger up to my face and wipes some cream off the corner of my mouth. Just like I did, he licks it right off his finger. I look at him, my mouth slightly open, and my eyes could not stop themselves from traveling down to his lips. “You ok Y/N?” He smiles slightly. He knows, he knows exactly what he did. Too bad for me though, because he got the exact reaction he was fishing for and I gave it to him so easily.
“I’m ok, if you wanted cake you could have told me before I finished yours.” He looks down at the empty plate before I put it on my night stand.
“It’s fine, watching you eat white cream cake is erotic~” He always said those stuff. Calling me cutie, sexy, openly flirting with me to make me uncomfortable. However, today I was fighting back, I am not losing, not in my own room, in my own bed.
“Oh~” I coo and start straddling him, resting my arms on his shoulders. “You like looking at me eating whipped cream? Is that another kink of yours?” I say almost whispering next to his ear. “Watching my lips warp around the cake, as the whipped cream gets all over my lips hu?” I tease him, and his breathing gets heavy, as he gently places his hands on my hips.
“Y/N, get down please..” He says in a whisper. I buck my hips ever so slightly, and feel the growing bulge right under my core.
“Mhh? Or what? The real question is, do you really want me down?” I move my hips again and he groans lightly, letting his head fall back against the headboard, and looking at me through a lust filled gaze.
“Fuck.. Y/N, wait.” His actions contradict his words, when his hands start to move my hips back and forth against his length. Just like that, I completely forget about my teasing. My cheeks start to warm up, and my head becomes hazy. I couldn’t get enough of Youngjo lustful expression. His cheeks were red, and you could see he was awkward about it. Yet his hands shamelessly made me move against him a little faster and harder. It’s only a matter of seconds before his name slips out of my mouth.
i’m gonna be on a work-from-home basis for the forseeable future, so i have more time to write. i mean i’m at the office right now, but i’m pretty free atm so i decided to finish this one that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while.
FIRST ACTUAL FIC FOR ONEUS! And it’s for RAVN! I keep getting loads of ideas for him for some reason. he isn’t my bias, but there’s so much content from him i can get lots of ideas from.
this fic is inspired by that one live he did where he just exuded boyfriend vibes but still looked so damn good and gave me a crisis, like y’all i was screaming my lungs out at 12mn bc of this man
PAIRING: RAVN x reader. GENRE: fluff, oneshot, drabble. WARNINGS: n/a. WORD COUNT: 813.
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Your phone buzzes a rhythm by your hand, and you stop writing out the report of the day’s activity to look at the screen. Youngjo’s winking face and sly smirk appear on the screen as it lights up.
Extremely Pretty Youngjo would like you to join a call...
You smile, snatching your phone and getting up from the coffee table by the window. You accept the call as you walk to the bed, and stretch your tired limbs a bit before flopping down the springy hotel mattress. The phone still clutched in one hand, you crawl up the bed on your forearms and reach for a pillow, hugging it to your body lengthwise, needing something to embrace after being alone in bed for three days straight.
The call finally connects and you see his profile lit up by his computer screen, before he turns a dazzling smile towards you.
“Hey, baby,” he says softly.
Butterflies stampede through your stomach, unable to suppress the grin on your face. How could you when he smiles at you like that? when his raspy voice calls for you like that?
“Hi, love,” you reply. “I miss you.”
If possible, Youngjo’s smile gets bigger. The view of him wobbles and shakes as he takes his phone and moves to the bed. He flops on the mattress with a sigh and lifts the phone above his face, so you get a clear view of his pretty features from above.
He groans. “Ugh, I miss you too. Three days without you is way too long.”
You gaze at his face, yours half-smushed in the pillow, wishing it was him. “It feels like it’s been a month already, I wanna go hoooome.”
Youngjo chuckles. “If only I could teleport to you and hug you tight right now.”
“Same,” you say, smile still in place. “I’ll be home in a couple of days, though.” You wish for nothing more than for this business trip to end at this point, and go back to your familiar sheets and comfortable home, and back into your boyfriend’s arms.
“I can pick you up at the airport if you want,” he suggests. You see his eyes trace your features from his room, miles and miles away.
You perk up instantly. “You’d pick me up? You don’t have a schedule that day?”
He smiles at your excitement. “I don’t think so. We’re done promoting and our manager hasn’t scheduled any other work for me, so I’ve just been in the studio a lot.” Youngjo brushes his bangs away from his eyes. “Yeah, I can definitely pick you up on Saturday.”
“Oh my gosh, thank you so much,” you say, cheeks aching from how happy you are. Just talking to him is already relaxing you from hours and hours of lectures, but knowing he’d be there right when you land is making you all pumped up again. You let out a sound, a cross between a squeak and a groan, and he chuckles again. “I can’t wait for Saturday now.”
“Me too,” he sighs. “We can even make a date out of it. If you’re not too tired, that is.” You’ve been busy the past month, and preferred lazing around on the weekends with your boyfriend to recuperate from the hard work week. Youngjo knows this, and he’s always been very considerate--he knows how it feels to be so busy you can barely breathe. But he’s been so nice and caring and very sweet that you want to thank him, at least in some way.
“Let’s do it! We can go to that one burger place you like, the one near the cool vintage shop. I’ve been wanting to get a new bag.” You settle into the bed as you talk, watching his eyes sparkle like a child’s. It’s times like this that makes you remember just how handsome he is.
“Oh, perfect timing! Seoho’s birthday is coming up and I need to get him a gift or he’ll sulk about it,” he jokes. “So it’s a date?”
You eagerly nod. “It’s a--,” A yawn interrupts your words, and you bury your face into the pillow to stifle it. “It’s a date!” you say, slightly embarrassed, but Youngjo’s completely endeared face wipes all of it away.
“I should let you sleep, babe,” he says, voice soft. “I miss you.” He purses his lips and blows kisses at the phone.
You reply with a laugh and a kiss of your own. “I miss you too. Call you tomorrow?”
Youngjo nods, giving you a kiss with his plush lips once again, and whispers, “I’ll be waiting. Good night, love.” He holds up his other hand and waves his fingers.
“Good night.” You wave a tiny goodbye before the call drops, and then roll onto your back. Splayed starfish, you stare at the ceiling and wish for Saturday to come soon.
Hwangwoong nudged Ravn’s shoulder and pointed at you. You were chatting with Seoho, laughing at something he said. Ravn felt something bubble in his chest, wanting you to laugh like that with him instead. Hwangwoong called you over and Ravn shot him with a death glare, wishing he hadn’t told him about his feelings for you.
Everything seems to be going wrong. First, you got laid off from work; second, your college reunion was horrible, everyone that went to school with you seems so much better off; thirdly, you have had no one to talk with about everything that went wrong. This week seems to be cursed, for you at least. Youngjo has been busy, which you understand; being an idol is not easy. Just knowing he is your boyfriend is enough, although you do not get to see him often or go on dates like regular couples. You are pulled from your thoughts by your electronic lock chiming, signaling the arrival of someone.
"Youngjo?" You inquire.
"Who else would it be?" He laughs, "Were you expecting someone else?"
You shake your head, patting the seat next to you, gesturing for him to sit. He does, wrapping his arm around your shoulder instinctively. You lean into Youngjo's touch, resting your head on his shoulder. He sighs, resting his head on top of your own a comfortable silence falling between the two of you.
"I heard about what happened, at your reunion," Youngjo says softly, "are you okay?"
You nod: "that wasn't even the worst part of this week," you sigh.
"Do you want to talk about it," Youngjo murmurs against your hair, "I'm sorry that I couldn't see you sooner."
"It's fine," you quip, "I feel better now that you're here."
Youngjo laughs, sitting back to lean against the arm of your couch. He shakes his head gently, letting out a content sigh.
"Do you want to order food or cook?" Youngjo asks.
"I don't feel like cooking," you murmur, leaning against the opposite arm of your couch, mirroring his pose.
"That restaurant you like is still open, I'll go pick up the food for you," he says softly, you nod thanking him softly. "I'll be back."
He stands up stepping over you, he rests his hand on the top of your head, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
"Hurry back," you smile up at him, holding on to his sleeve.
“Listen my manager has my eyes on me, order something or I will gut you.” I spit at him between my teeth.
“Just fries and a milkshake.”
“Flavor?”
“Strawberry.”
“Eww, just eww..”
“I come here to support you and you have the audacity to judge my tastes?”
“I remember specifically telling you not to come.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell.. Anyway chop chop.” He smiles at me giving me the menu.
“Sorry, I’m late ! Hey Y/N, can I get something.” The giant named Keonhee takes the menu from my hand as he sits down in front of Youngjo. “Ill.. mhh.. I’ll gooo.. for a strawberry milkshake. What did you get?” Youngjo laughs at Keonhee’s choice.
“Same but with fries.”
“Oh perfect ! I’ll share the fries then~” He gives me the menu and I sigh.
“Two strawberry milkshakes and on fries. Be right out.” I start leaving towards the kitchen when I hear Youngjo.
“You missed the ‘what’s sizzling’.”
“Damn it..”
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved them, but Youngjo had this habit to get on my nerves on purpose. I put the order in and attend some other table while my coworker prepares the milkshakes and the fries. Once the bell rings calling out their order number, I hurry back and bring it to them.
“Alright here you go, fries and milkshake.”
“Thank you Y/N !” Keonhee says excited looking down at the food.
“Thanks~ When is your shift done?”
“Ouh.. I still have like three hours..”
“Ok, good luck.” They both smile at me and I get back to it. Even though it was kind of annoying for them to see me in my work uniform, which consists of a short red dress with a white apron, it made work easier for a few minutes. Eventually the three hours pass by and the diner looks pretty empty, making the last hour of my shift more bearable. I get rid of my uniform, finally able to wear my normal clothes and leave through the back door. It’s now completely dark out and only the street lights are dimly illuminating the walkable boulevard. I look up, and I see someone sitting on one of the bench, the phone in his hand lighting on his face.
“Youngjo?” I call out softly. He looks up and then smiles as soon as he sees me. He stands up and walks up to me slowly as I meet him halfway.
“Hey cutie~”
“Seriously?”
“What?! You looked super cute in your uniform.”
“What is that a uniform kink? Keep it for your girlfriend.” I laugh and he rolls his eyes trying to hide his smile.
“Very funny.” He takes my bag and I let him. “I’ll walk you back.”
“Well, we literally live across the hall from one another sooo.. It’s not like you have a choice.”
“Whatever.” We walk a little bit in silence, my eyes shifting towards him once in a while. After a bit, I muster the courage to speak up again.
“Thank you.”
“Mhh?” He turns his face towards me.
“For.. coming back to walk me home.”
“No problem, I know you don’t like walking back by yourself.” My cheek redden. He had remembered when I told him that I hated night shift due to this reason.
“You’re so weird..”
“Uh?”
“You always annoy me to the point where I just don’t know what to do with you anymore, but then you do the most caring act towards me it’s..”
“Is it not obvious to you?”
“What is?” He looks at me for a bit then smiles softly.
“Nothing~ Are you doing anything tomorrow?”
“Not really.”
“Let’s watch a movie then~”
“Mhh? Ok.”
“Y/N.” He takes me by the wrist and spins me towards him, his face now only a few millimeters from mine.
“Wha—“ The next thing I feel are his lips on mine, and my face heats up like a furnace. Once his lips leave mine slowly, his eyes look at me hesitantly.
“Do you want to watch a movie tomorrow?” I look at him for a bit, his cheeks were slightly flushed but certainly not as much as mine.
hey hey hey, i’m back, but this time with some HCs from one of the boys from ONEUS! honestly didn’t think i’d write for them, but honestly i should have known when the teaser images for “TBONTB” dropped lmao. anyways, if you’ve read any of my PTGxBallroom HCs or saw me gagging in this post, then you know i’ve been wanting to make ONEUSxBallroom HCs too mwahahahaha (i blame covid and how long it’s been since i last danced. am i projecting? mayhaps.)
(also damn, these things keep getting longer and longer lol)
PAIRING: RAVN x reader. GENRE: headcanons. WARNINGS: n/a. WORD COUNT: 975.
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A Latin dancer that lowkey does some other styles. He isn’t one to brag about it, but he was in a dance group back in high school, and they were actually pretty popular. They were a mixed styles group, so they did some jazz, some hip hop, some other things. How he became a ballroom dancer is a different story, though.
Urban Boyz (the dance troupe) was attending a competition in the same building as a preliminary dancesport competition (Standard Division), and he was intrigued at all the outfits. So after his group’s performance, he decided to check it out, sneak at peek through the slightly open door.
Youngjo was totally taken aback by the fluid movements of the dancers on the floor, the way the follows’ skirts sailed through the air like wings, and the way the leads dodged through everyone else and avoiding a collision while still doing the choreography. He was entranced.
He got home that night and looked it up, asked his parents if he could join ballroom classes on the weekends, and somehow learning proper framing the next Saturday.
He started out in Standard, and while he was good at it, he realized it didn’t feel right, so he sat in on a cha-cha-cha class after his waltz lessons.
And BOY Youngjo absolutely loved it! He loved all the complicated steps and the arm choreography, the sass and strength of the dance. After that session, he finally figured out what he really wanted from ballroom.
He kept training all the way through high school and college, but he didn’t quit the dance troupe, nor did he stop exploring other styles. He just really really likes ballroom. So in the event you want to dance something other than Latin, you just just kind of look up choreography online or make some up on your own.
Offer to go to the gym with him and he’ll say no; but during conditioning days, he’ll take all the aches and pains in stride without once complaining. (Also he doesn’t tell you, but he does go to the gym sometimes, when he needs to let off some steam or if he’s noticed he’s becoming more Bbangjo than Youngjo.)
The epitome of shy when you first met at the studio he trains at. He’s quite the quiet type, but when you became partners you got to know his softer and more caring side, along with his more mischievous and funny traits. The more you got to know each other, the better he led you, and soon he was twirling you around and anchoring you like you’ve been partners for years rather than months.
You’d be the first to admit that he flusters you--it’s the look he gives you when you dance the rumba or paso, the way he rests his hand on your shoulder blade just so but still firm enough to guide you into a dip. He’s a natural lead and you consider yourself blessed for having such a capable and attentive partner.
His Instagram and Twitter are full of selfies--sometimes in training clothes, other times in costume. He posts something every week, whether it’s asking how his fans are doing, or just dumping his photos on social media because he’s running out of space on his phone.There’s one set of selfies that he posted that he took before your samba heat was up, and the slicked back hair paired with the deep v-neck suit? Absolutely incinerated all his fans.
Facebook exists just for competition announcements other gigs he might have. Has a secret SoundCloud that he had from way before, but he hardly posts there anymore. Doesn’t stop his fans from listening to his beautiful songs and covers, though.
The cha-cha-cha has a special place in his heart. It’s the first Latin dance he actually learned and he just feels so happy and energized while dancing it. Loves that it’s simultaneously crisp and soft in certain parts, and definitely taps his foot to the beat when he hears it in the supermarket.
Youngjo doesn’t shy away from the passion of the paso doble, though. The shaping of the body is what intrigues him about the dance. He’s already tall, but somehow when he dances the paso he just becomes taller, feels stronger. It’s also an excuse to make eyes at you and challenge you.
He’d posted this cover on his YouTube (that doesn’t really get a lot of action) one time and you joked about making a routine for it. But Youngjo, always one to look for excuses to get close to you, immediately wanted to give it a go.
The song is perfect for a rumba, but you both decided to speed it up a little--you thought you’d be able to show off better (read: steamier) choreo if it were just a tad bit faster.
You worked on the dance during one of your free days, and it was a struggle to not blush whenever you’d have to get up in each other’s faces. You’d been partners for literal years now, what’s got you so flustered?
Needless to say, Youngjo enjoyed it (the practice and your flushed face) very much.
You decided to film it in the studio, dressed very smart casual--Youngjo’s in a simple v-neck with his dance pants and Cuban heels, and you just put on a plain shirt, loose pants, and your heels. The aim was to be as sultry as possible without the aid of any “sexy” costumes.
You uploaded it onto your YouTube and within hours, fans were making GIFs and edits to the video, and it even got featured on some dancesport accounts on Twitter and Facebook. His friends from the studio keep teasing him about how greasy he was in the video, they’re never gonna let him live it down--just like with Leedo and that commercial.
Can I request #5 & #12 with Ravn(ONEUS) #12 & #20 with Yunho(ATEEZ) and #5 & #20 with Yuto(PENTAGON)?
Ravn:
(Admin: DDM)
5: “You drunk? I’m drunk.”
12: They give you a piggyback ride when you’re hurt/drunk.
The lights at the club are shining in your eyes as you dance wildly on the floor. Shooting a glance to your left, you see your best friend, Youngjo, bopping his head to the beat of the music with a dopey grin on his face. The floor smells like the shots you drank earlier in the night as you make your way over to the smiling man and dance alongside him.
“Are you drunk?” You yell over the loud EDM music as you wiggle your hips to the rhythm. Youngjo nods as you cackle, “I’m drunk too,” you admit as you take him to the bar for more shots.
You and Youngjo walk out of the bar at 2:00 AM, both very drunk and very giggly.
“And then Hwanwoong smacked him right in the eye! With his elbow!” You double over in laughter at his story while walking forward. While you’re still chuckling, you feel your foot slip to the side in your high heel and you see the world fly up around you as you crash to the ground, still laughing. Youngjo stops in his tracks as you curl up on the ground, bursts of giggles still making their way out of your mouth.
“Are you okay?” He asks incredulously, he looks like he can’t believe his eyes.
You brace yourself on the ground to get up: “Yeah, I’m all good.”
You then push yourself up and try to steady yourself, but fail miserably and fall to the ground again. Youngjo snorts, but smiles fondly at you and helps you up while you stumble into his chest. He chuckles at your drunkenness and bends down expectantly. You let out a soft noise of confusion.
“Hop on,” he says, “you can’t stand up, dummy,” he chides, beckoning you with a nod, “I’ll piggyback you home,” he offers with a childish grin.
Drunk, giggly, childish you cannot refuse an offer like that, can you?
Yunho:
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12: They give you a piggyback ride when you’re hurt/drunk.
20: Back hugs.
You stumble slightly falling against Yunho’s back instinctively you wrap your arms around his middle wincing from the pain that shoots through your ankle. Yunho glances over his shoulder stopping in his place.
“Are you alright?” He asks softly.
You drop your arms from around his middle allowing him to turn around fully: “I tripped,” you murmur.
“Did you hurt yourself?” He inquires crouching down to get a better look at your heel that you are currently holding off of the ground.
“My ankle hurts,” you admit.
Yunho hums standing back up letting out a soft sigh: “I’ll give you a piggyback the rest of the way to your apartment, it isn’t far.”
Yuto:
(Admin: Sxng)
5: “You drunk? I’m drunk.”
20: Back hugs.
You fling your arms around Yuto’s body startling him from his conversation: “Yuto,” you coo.
He hums letting out a sigh that mixes with laughter when he realizes that it is only you: “Why aren’t you drinking?”
Your words come out as a jumbled mess your head resting against his shoulder, Your eyes scan around his group of friends that he has been sitting with.
“Are you drunk?” You lazily point towards one of his friends that you can recognize, Hyunggu, “I’m drunk,” you say with a small laugh wrapping your arm back around Yuto’s shoulder.
“I’m not drinking because I have to drive us home,” Yuto answers softly turning his head up towards you, “are you ready to leave?”
You nod your head tiredly, Yuto lets out a small laugh excusing himself from his group of friends pulling you along with him through the group of people.
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Can I request #17, 19, and 29 with ONEUS Ravn, ATEEZ Seonghwa and TBZ Haknyeon.
Ravn:
17: They sing for you
19: They surprise you with flowers.
29: “You don’t need to diet.”
(Admin: Kimsoo, we switch admins between these for once)
Youngjo laces his fingers through with yours pulling you towards the piano at the back of the vocal training room. He lays the bouquet of flowers that he gave to you early in your date down on the hood of the piano before sitting behind the keys. He scoots to the edge of the bench closest to the wall gesturing for you to sit next to him which you do hesitantly.
“What should I sing for you?” He asks brightly cocking his head to the side, you shrug muttering that he should pick Youngjo lets out a small laugh put complies singing a song that you’re not familiar with, but at the same time, it sounds like a song you have heard.
You sway slightly listening to him sing, watching his hands as they move along the keys of the piano. Once he finishes the song he turns towards you lowering the key cover over the keys before resting his elbow against the wood. He rests his hand against the back of his hand smiling towards you.
“Where should we eat?” He asks softly.
“I’m on a diet,” you say softly spacing your words out slightly, hoping that he won’t be too disappointed by your answer, his smile drops slightly him letting out a small sigh.
“You don’t need to diet,” he mutters softly, “but I’ll support you if it’s what you want to do,” he adds his smile returning to his features.
Seonghwa:
Same Numbers
(Admin: Sxng)
Seonghwa rolls his lips together keeping his hands hidden behind his back glancing upward. You let out a small laugh trying to peek behind him once more only to have him turn again. You let out a small whine bouncing on the heels of your feet.
“What is it?” You inquire with a whine resting your hand on his shoulder still trying to catch a glimpse at whatever the gift he brought you was, “Seonghwa,” you say finally letting your hips fall back onto the ground Seonghwa lets out a laugh taking one of his hands off of the gift he’s still hiding to rest it on the top of your head.
“Close your eyes,” Seonghwa says softly dropping his hand from your head and returning it behind his back you let out a heavy sigh rolling your eyes playfully towards him, he lets out a small laugh, you comply closing your eyes.
Seonghwa’s soft voice fills your ears a small smile comes to your face a laugh passing your lips. You open your eyes when you hear him singing when you open them you find five red roses in his hand along with a chocolate box. He holds the gifts out to you, you take them from him holding them to your chest.
“Thank you,” you say softly, Seonghwa hums resting his hand on your shoulder, “I’m on a diet though,” you mutter gesturing towards the chocolates Seonghwa seems to have just remembered that as well but then brushes it off.
“That’s fine,” he says waving it off, “it’s not like you need to go on the diet, and a few chocolates aren’t going to completely ruin it anyway,” he says with a small laugh.
Haknyeon:
Same Numbers.
(Admin: WS)
You come back into the living room from putting the lilies Haknyeon had gotten you into a vase. When you get back into the room Haknyeon starts to sing happy birthday, the candles that had been in a pack were now on the cake and lit. You let out a small laugh sitting next to him swaying while he sings.
“Blow out the candles,” Haknyeon says softly you nod closing your eyes and making a quick wish before you actually blow them out, Haknyeon claps his hands together once you blow them out before laughing, “happy birthday,” he says once more softer this time.
“Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this,” you say shyly looking at the cake, “I’m on a diet,” you say with a laugh Haknyeon reaches towards the cake putting some of the icing on his finger before smearing it on your cheek with a laugh you send a playful glare in his direction before doing the same to him.
The two of you keep your fight up for a bit until both of you have multiple spots of icing on your face: “You really don’t have to diet,” he assures, “but, I can’t stop you.”
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