synopsis: one of your favorite things ever is texting your boyfriend, lee anton. rightfully so.
› pairings & contents: idol bf!anton of riize x reader, established relationship.
✧ warnings: caring bf anton, mentions of food, sohee x anton agenda, reader is lowk mean but he loves it. that's about it, mainly fluff / crack. header & all other pics used are from pinterest, credit to owners.
but anton was getting bigger. like, noticeably bigger. and you noticed it a couple days ago, when he got back from the gym.
gym bag tossed by the front door, sweat dripping from the tips of his hair and down his neck. after a long hour of working out, all anton wanted to do was loosen his muscles under a hot shower, and crash in bed.
"i'm back." he mumbled, catching your attention from the dinner table, finishing the last bite of your breakfast. by the time you woke up, he was already gone. so you had a hunch where he would've gone.
"i didn't think you would be home so early." your gaze followed him from the door to the kitchen, unscrewing the lid of his protein shake.
but something in you froze, yet you couldn't pin point why exactly. something about him was different. you thought it was because he wasn't wearing his glasses, or his hair was getting longer and falling onto his face.
until your eyes traveled down and zeroed in on his biceps. he was wearing a loose, sleeveless tank. it hung nicely on him, dark fabric clinging just enough around his chest and torso.
"me neither, i wanted to stay an extra 30 minutes but i think i overdid it yesterday." his lips pressed together, biceps bulging tight against his skin as he prodded at the lid of his bottle.
water rushed from the faucet as he shook the bottle out, strong hands twisting the cap off fully before he reached inside with the sponge.
his bicep flexed with the motion, full and firm and so much bigger than it used to be that your mouth actually parted a little.
anton was bulking.
actually bulking.
and his biceps were proof of it.
they looked fuller than before, round and firm, the kind of arms that made your thoughts slow down in the worst way.
there was no missing it now.
not with the way that tank stretched across his chest. not with the way his shoulders looked broader, his arms thicker, more sculpted.
every tiny movement made the muscle in his upper arm jump so naturally, so unfairly, and all you could do was sit there and stare like some shameless fool.
it was such a simple thing, anton cleaning out a protein bottle at the sink, but on him, it looked obscene.
"babe. did you change your routine?" you tried to sound natural, voice even as you walked over to him. but with the way your eyes never once left his arms, said otherwise.
because goodness, his biceps were insane.
your eyes tracked the way they tightened and released while he scrubbed the inside of the bottle, forearm shifting, veins faintly visible beneath warm skin.
your gaze kept dragging right back to his arms no matter how hard you tried to act normal.
the worse part, he was just standing there being built and gorgeous and completely unaware that you were seconds away from gripping his arm just to see if it felt as solid as it looked.
"no. why? finally deciding to workout with me?" he glanced over his shoulder, brows lifted slightly, soft amusement slipping into his expression almost instantly.
he definitely caught you.
but you didn’t even bother pretending this time.
your stare dipped right back to his bicep as he turned off the water, giving you one last, cruel flex when he squeezed the cloth dry in his hand.
the corner of his lips lifted lazily and you have to laugh. you've seen how he worked out. from countless facetime's or videos he'll randomly send you of him completing a set.
low groans and soft pants pushing past his lips in concentration. and you thank him every. time. saving them into a separate, special, folder in your gallery.
he turned a little more toward you now, protein bottle still in hand, and the tank shifted against his chest, showing even more of those broad shoulders and thickened arms.
"pfft, you wish." you lean back against the counter next to him leaving no space in question, glancing down to his arms every now and then.
the looked so full in that tank, so hard earned and distracting and perfect that your brain kept short circuiting every time he moved.
"i'll gladly stick with your videos. for scientific purposes." you cleared your throat.
shoulders shaking when he quietly snickered. "you sicko. maybe i should stop sending so you have no choice but to come with me."
he meant it as a joke. of course he'll never deprive you of your "cherished videos", as you called it before. and they were, truly.
especially when you were craving for his touch and he just so happens not to be there. you'll open the previous video he sent, soft grunts filling your speaker as he completes his set of pull ups, just enough for it feel like he's right in your ear praising you for taking him so well.
"anton, don't play with me. i'll never forgive you."
"oh come on, you know i'm just kidding." a sinister grin is plastered across his face, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “you know there are other ways i can get you to come.” his lips were only inches away from yours when leaned to grab the plate you just dropped in the sink.
for the first time, you didn’t have anything snarky to respond with. it was hard to when he was making two distinctly different statements. the difference being there wasn’t anything he could do to make you come with him. the other, he can make you come in different ways.
tongue prodding at your cheek, you softly rolled your eyes. you were not falling into that trap, especially when he looked like this. because honestly, there’s nothing stopping you. or him.
“i would love see you try, babe.” you use the excuse to pat his arm condescendingly. purposely reaching for the part in his arm that flexed constantly beneath your palm while he scrubbed at the plate. even if it was for a few seconds.
damn.
“okay. i’ll remember that.” he nodded slowly and you could already see the gears turning in head.
but it didn’t concern you. because even when the sun had settled behind the clouds, all you could think about was anton and his biceps. helplessly and shamefully.
his bulking was obvious now, written all over his upper body, but especially there, his arms thick and defined enough.
anton never even had to do much.
he’d just exist. that was enough.
a sleeveless shirt here. a rolled up sleeve there. one absentminded flex of his arm while moving something. constantly thinking about how unfair it was.
every day after that, no matter how hard you tried to focus on something else, your thoughts kept wandering right back to him.
tight back to the sight of him standing at the sink, broad shoulders on display, tank hanging low, biceps flexing without effort while water poured over his hands.
a completely ordinary moment. and somehow, to you, it had become the moment.
the one your mind clung to aimlessly, shamelessly, day after day, like it had found something too good to let go of.
sfw! uni setting. organic encounter at a bar. cw: drinking/partying. notes: i think i stretched this too much for a oneshot lol. not proofread again bcos i just wanted to post something while tumblr is banned here >_< leave a heart if u enjoy tysm !!! btw fishbowl is an actual fishbowl glass with an alcohol mix on it hehe ❤️🩹 2598 words
after a stressful finals week—the most grueling one yet, according to your entire friend group, everyone decided to blow off steam at this one famous small bar near the university.
however, you don't feel like going as you need to get some sleep. you haven't slept since yesterday, and having powered through a marathon of a final exam and a capstone presentation. you wanted sleep more than anything else.
but everyone was going, and you're already standing in the middle of a sea of dancing bodies in a cramped, box-like bar with flickering red lights.
your friends had already polished off two fishbowls, and despite your exhaustion, you found yourself leaning into the chaos. still, your legs were heavy from standing, and you kept giggling along with the group while occasionally bumping into unfamiliar bodies. you envy the reserved tables at the far corner of this tiny bar.
when a girl was pulled away from a stool next to you by some guy, you didn't hesitate to claim it. "hey, shotaro is inviting us to hop on a different bar." your friend whispered, suggesting also it was the bar nearby. cons: there are more locals than students.
you shook your head, "the set's better here." pouting towards where the dj was. your friend nooded in agreement.
then, you were pulled you out from the stool as the dj started to hype the crowd. she even rushingly told the bartender for a fishbowl again before moving towards where the fun was.
trying to navigate back to the rest of the group, you collided with a solid figure. he moved with a swift, fluid motion to face you. the guy just slightly bowed his head, as seen from your blurry peripheral vision. you squinted your eyes, already tipsy and polite that you also mirrored his apologetic gesture.
after fifteen minutes of solid dancing to the set, your friends rushed back to the counter to reclaim the fishbowl that's almost forgotten.
they cheered as the third bowl of the night was slid across the wood. you claimed the green straw—the one with the little curl at the top. everyone leaned in at once, all your heads were panning down and sipping on the bowl, making you almost choke on the shared drink.
the guy to your left, sitting calmly on a stool and eating a full rice meal. seriously? still, he got the cue. he handed you a stack of tissues from the dispenser near his plate.
your tipsy state looked down on his plate as you accepted the tissues. you knitted your brows, not in judgment, but in pure, unadulterated confusion.
"oh. i'm drinking. i just need to eat first." he said defensively, noticing your stare. he was clearly in the middle of a mouthful, but still sounded composed.
then, you looked up to where the voice came from. is it the alcohol or he looks actually majestic?
his hair was messy, fluffy to be exact, under that quirky cap that says 'LONELY BOY' he was wearing. his shoulders were incredibly broad, filling out his dark long sleeve in a way that made you lose your train of thought. he looked grounded, calm, and—honestly—way too handsome to be tucked away in a corner of a bar.
at least, he looked friendlier than the guys who shared glances with you tonight. you gave him a friendly, slightly dazed smile and turned back to your friends, who were still preoccupied with the maroon liquid in the bowl.
you knew right then you're going to think of him the rest of night.
"what was that?" your friend asked you, eyeing him.
"he's hot," your other friend added bluntly. you just scoffed.
you grabbed your straw again. "ask for his insta then."
"oh. i will. for you." she smirked, nudging you. "i saw how he looked at you until you walked back here."
you rolled your eyes as you take a long sip. "a guy with a face like that is definitely not single."
"did you even see a girl next to him, though?" your friend countered, giving a playful shrug of her shoulder.
you didn't respond anymore, but deep down, you were hoping. he just looked so out of league for a place like this.
anton definitely didn't want to be here.
it was a busy bar on the least places he'd want to be stuck in. he was naturally more of a chill drinker. he'd prefer to sit down in a quieter setting with a cold glass of beer in hand partnered with deep conversations about anything.
but tonight, he was dragged by his teammates and not his close friends. he had no choice and after protesting multiple times, he’d eventually given in.
"inconvenience is the cost of community," one of his teammates joked before shoving anton to the crowd near the dj.
it was during that push into the fray that he felt someone thud against his back. he turned quickly, and found you who looked like floating in a dream state while clinging to your friend.
you were small compared to him, squinting up at him with a dazed expression. he bowed his head instinctively as a silent apology. your tipsy yet polite state mirrored his gesture. as you disappeared back into the crowd, anton found his eyes trailing after you. thanks to his tall figure, he can easily spot you headbobbing with your friends through the red haze.
anton found himself watching you longer than he intended.
he hasn't drunk anything yet, nor did a pre-game in his dorm. still, at places like this, anton was disciplined. when he saw a stool open up at the counter, he moved for it immediately. ordering a rice meal was definitely normal, and he needed it before fueling any kind of alcohol in his system.
anton was halfway through his meal when he felt a presence to his left. it was you again. you were leaning in with a group, all huddled over the bar's infamous fishbowl like it was a drinking fountain. when you started coughing, he automatically just grabbed the tissue dispenser near his plate because you were definitely looking around for it as you fight for your life.
when you grabbed the tissues from his offering hand, he noticed that you were looking at his plate with a comical confusion that he felt the need to explain himself. "oh. i'm drinking. i just need to eat first," he mumbled through a bite of food.
when you finally looked up at him, anton felt a weird skip in his heart. you gave him this small, friendly smile, enough to cause his world to slightly stop from spinning.
he can only watch your back face to your friends once again, his fork hovering mid-air unnoticed.
the night had just started. one of your friends had finally received her grades for a major subject during that exact moment, and in her excitement, she decided to treat the entire group to two rounds of tequila shots.
after throwing those shots back raw, the bar started to feel suffocatingly hot. the tequila hit you like a freight train.
you planted a drunk kiss on your friend’s cheek, murmuring that you were heading outside to breathe. your head was also starting to throb to the consequence of mindlessly taking those shots.
stumbling slightly you head toward the small exit for a breath of air. the outside dining area a contrast to the happenings inside. it was filled with people calmly drinking to avoid the party, some were smoking, and a few waiting at the sidewalk.
that’s when you saw him again. you find the same guy from earlier leaning against the brick wall, cap pulled low. he seems like he's acting so mysterious but also looks like he's finally enjoying the quiet.
you sank down onto the low stairs, dropping your head into your hands. good lord, tomorrow’s hangover is going to be biblical.
as you massage your forehead, you felt a gaze burning into your side, so you looked up. you lock eyes with the same guy.
you weren't sure if you were drunk to the very brim of your existence or if he was actually walking towards you.
he actually sat down next to you. "too much?" he asks, gesturing to the muffled bass thumping through the walls.
you peeked at him through your fingers. "you're too much close to me right now."
he instinctively recoiled himself. "sorry, i- i didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. i noticed you were-"
his stammering was cut off by your sudden chuckle. "it's fine," then you introduced yourself.
"oh. right. okay. hello, i'm anton. from the swimming team." he slowly scratched his nape. you found it adorable that he has a shy, meeping smile.
"you're not enjoying the night, anton?" you started.
"i actually am. just not a fan of this kind of fun today."
you let out a tiny laugh to what he just said. "well, your cap says lonely boy."
"i mean, it is fun," anton countered softly. "but i get overstimulated easily. i just ran out of social battery." you noticed his voice was just naturally soft-spoken, as your 7th sense trying to drown out the noise from the walls to hear him better.
still, you smiled at him, not giving a damn about your headache.
"i don't want to overstep, but you look a little pale. i mean...not that you don't look good! you do but... yeah." anton stammered until he saw you playfully rolling your eyes.
you end up talking for thirty minutes in the cool air, anton would occasionally wave his palms around to clear the air whenever smoke drifted near you. you both reached the conclusion that you actually hated the party scene and only showed up for your friends.
you were almost sober from all the topics and giggles you have shared with anton. then, you excused yourself signaling that you needed to go back inside. anton looked up at you, but then he stood up even quicker than you did, moving instinctively to assist you.
"do you want me to walk you in? it's pretty rowdy by the door," he asked, voiced laced with consent. your friends are definitely going to kill you. or maybe his situationship (if he has one) will kill you.
"only if you're okay with that." you didn't give him any other signs of responses other than letting him, and went inside.
still, anton wanted to check on you and make sure you made it safely to the restroom on the far side of the bar.
when you were finally done, anton was waiting outside the archway to where the restroom leads. "hey. come with me." and gently guided you through the crowd toward the counter, helping you onto the stool like the gentleman you'd figured he was.
anton handed you a glass of water. you drank it while looking at him softly. he was also watching you, but the longer the silence stretched, the more he had to look away, a faint blush creeping up.
he stood beside you, his long arms resting at the counter, as he leaned down a few inches to be closer to your level.
"feeling better?" anton whispered, the quirk of his lips suggesting he was enjoying your company.
anton noticed you mirrored his smile as you nod in response. "the swimming team might be missing their homeboy though."
he shrugged, not knowing what to say. "i think i'm exactly where i'm supposed to be."
you looked at him, his eyes already crinkling. despite the dark red lights smothering the room, you could see how round and brown his eyes were. there was so much warmth in the shared silence, even in the state of being enveloped by all kinds of noise.
for the first time since anton had been dragged out of his dorm, he wasn't looking at his watch to calculate how many hours of sleep he’d get before the 5 am training.
"you're staring too much," you teased, a playful, sleepy tilt to your head. you're not even sure if you were really lucky to be in this state with a man looking like this.
his small, lopsided smile showed up. "i am actually just staring back." and raised his eyebrows.
"done." you rested the empty glass on the counter, prompting anton to finally relax his posture.
anton felt a sudden heat rush to his ears, and he was thankful for the dim lighting. he was already overthinking the end of the night. his teammates were likely looking for him, and your friends were probably wondering where you’d disappeared to as well.
he wasn't usually the type to initiate anything, but something about the way you'd laughed and observed your surroundings made his chest tighten. he wasn't going to let this encounter become just another distant memory.
you began looking around for any sign of your friends, your fingers gripping the edge of the stool for support. his arm brushed yours on the counter, and you suddenly felt a wave of awkwardness, unsure of how to proceed. you knew you'd regret it the moment you walked out that door if you just left things like this.
you felt him shift beside you. "hey," he said, his voice dropping an octave to cut through a sudden surge in the music. "i’m probably going to have to find my team soon."
you swore your heart froze for a second as he paused. "but i'd really like to get to know you more," he continued. "maybe i could hear more about why you hate that one professor? mostly because i have him next semester. a conversation over coffee sounds nice. would that be okay?"
you stared at him for a few seconds before blurting out a chuckle. "you didn't have to say all of that, anton. you could've just asked for my socials. i wouldn't have hesitated."
anton looked visibly relieved. after you both exchanged handles, you finally spotted your friends waving from a distance.
"it was nice meeting you," anton said, helping you steady yourself as you stood up.
"likewise," you responded, looking up at him with a sweet, tired smile. anton could've sworn his knees weakened at the sight of you.
"tell me when you get home later. if you’re still capable of messaging, that is," he added. he clearly didn't want the night to end, but anton really did need to track down his teammates before they left without him.
"oh, i will. i need to send this gentleman a goodnight text before he has a chance to forget about me," you teased.
anton let out a laugh, his eyes crinkling once again. in the hazy red light, he looked perfect. sooooo perfect.
just as you were about to turn away, anton reached up and pulled the quirky cap from his head. before you could protest, he tucked your messy hair behind your ear and placed the cap firmly on your head, tilting the brim down.
"keep it," he said, his voice low and playful. "now you have a reason to see me again."
you adjusted the cap, the scent of his perfume hitting you instantly. "is this your way of marking your territory, lonely boy?"
"maybe," he grinned, stepping back into the crowd.
you couldn't imagine what would have happened if you had actually refused to come tonight. or if you decided to leave the confines of these four walls just to bar-hop. because then, you never would have had the chance of meeting anton.
all i know is we said hello, and your eyes look like coming home
gentle!anton x saddened!girlfriend thoughts. . . . ʚɞ
⋆˚꩜｡ anton! knows when you’re upset. recently? it’s been a few insecurities that you’re unable to let go of. he knows them all too well and he hates to see you in such a state like this. a state of sadness, anger, and.. anxieties. how could anton be with someone like you?
⋆˚꩜｡ anton! who goes out of his way to make you feel better about yourself without you even knowing. he will start off small, tiny compliments here and there. and no matter how many times he compliments you, the beat of your heart quickens. he’s such a gentleman. always.
⋆˚꩜｡ anton! spending the whole day complimenting you, he tells you that he has practice and to please wait up for him. he’ll be back and he promises. anton? never breaks a promise but! he did tell a white lie. he left with shotaro who helped anton pick out the cutest shades of lipgloss for you. in anton’s mind, you don’t need any sort of makeup. you’re already so gorgeous but he’s very aware and knows how much you’d enjoy this.
⋆˚꩜｡ anton! who spends a few extra minutes asking the workers if girls like to put on makeup when feeling own or wanting to feel pretty! he ends up buying you much more than he thought which didn’t bother him at all. this was all for you. you need to feel special and so beautiful because that’s what you are. not only makeup but a few outfits just to spoil you will be bought as well.
⋆˚꩜｡ anton! surprises you by coming back with your favorite meal and dessert for afterwards! he’s the perfect boyfriend, always remembering exactly what you like and dislike. you’re shocked to see the bags that he brings in with shotaro. wondering why he would just go on a random shopping spree and not say anything.
⋆˚꩜｡ anton! “for my beautiful girl.” and you begin to cry. not from being sad but because these have been the hardest few weeks and he’s been nothing but so supportive, loving, and patient. he’ll watch you open each gift one by one, explaining why he got it and what he thinks about it. but!! he reminds you that you do NOT need the makeup. your bare face is gorgeous.
⋆˚꩜｡ anton! who’s upset by you speaking ill about your body. how could you think such a thing? no matter the size, color, or shape.. you’re gorgeous and he will go far and beyond just to show and tell you that. who cares about what others think!! that’s what he tells you. he’ll cradle your face and plant the softest kisses on your face, neck, and around your body in an innocent way.
anton. as your sweet, gentle, caring, and loving boyfriend will never make you feel insecure or unhappy about any part of your body. the insecurities? aren’t at all important to him. why? because he doesn’t believe them. he of course listens to you and wants to know exactly how you feel but he reassures you that these insecurities are nothing but evil little beings on your shoulder trying to tell you awful things that’ll never be true. anton wipes your tears away and makes sure to keep your head up, keeping you happy and safe.
I feel like Anton is the type of guy who, when he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees you next to him, gets a sudden sense of complete content and happiness. I imagine him seeing your hair all over your face, your features softened in sleep, and smiling to himself as he gently brushes the strands away. He watches you breathing calmly, looking secure and safe and happy in his space. That alone brings a quiet smile to his face (you know that soft Anton smile), because it means you feel comfortable with him.
He leans down, placing a soft kiss on each of your cheeks and then one more on your forehead. He notices the slightest smile tug at your lips and worries for a second that he’s woken you, but you’re just smiling unconsciously due to his touch.
Carefully, he rearranges you both until you’re basically sleeping on top of him, your head resting on his chest. He presses a final kiss into your hair, smiling against it as he whispers into the dark, “I’m so glad to have you next to me… You feel like home. You are my home. I love you.”
And with you in his arms, he falls back into a peaceful sleep.
free use with riize. a constant pair of hands on u. lots of teasing and fighting for control. hurried hands pulling at loose clothes and wrestling u into promiscuous positions. letting off steam and overworking sore muscles. taking whatever they need to get through the day. getting passed around by large hands and competitive egos.
SYN. months after an intense argument, you find an unspoken love letter inside a little glove that was meant for you
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note . i hate that there isn't enough sohee stuff on this platform PLS
it almost felt like years since you spent a full winter day at your boyfriend's house.
waking up and immediately cuddling up to search for any semblance of warmth in one another, making breakfast while your tired boyfriend is pressed against your back with his forehead on your shoulder, wrapping blankets around each other while you eat and watch tv-- you loved every bit of winter with sohee.
you both decided to take advantage of the beautiful winter day and get a warm drink from the local coffee shop around campus. you being you of course, forgot all of your winter necessities except for your thermals and your puffer jacket that you initially arrived with. before sohee went to take a hot shower, he urged you to look through his closet to get everything you need.
“what’s mine is yours baby,” he said with a big smile on his face (he was honestly just excited to see you in his clothes). with a small kiss, he left for his shower while you dug through his closet for something cute to wear under your jacket.
you opted for his grey sweater, the thick red scarf that his mother got him, and the black gloves you remember him showing you on facetime one night. right when you put your hand through the right glove to see if it fit well, you felt something small poke you. looking into the glove, you notice a small note sitting comfortably inside, almost like it was waiting for you to open it. and from the ground of his closet you read:
“ dear my y/n,
i wouldn't usually write letters when i’m upset, but my mom told me it helps knowing that the recipient would never see it, so that’s why i’m actually trying this out. maybe it’s just my pride, but i can’t bring myself to say sorry out loud. not yet. it hurt so much hearing you say that i didn’t care about you anymore. as if i don’t revolve my entire life around you, you know? this morning i decided to get the coffee you like for myself because i missed you. and i sat in your usual spot at the library because you always said it had the best view. and i stopped by the market to get you some of those energy chocolates you were talking about to reward you for getting through midterm season. so when you told me that i don’t care about you as much anymore… it really hurt me y/n.
but after we yelled at each other and you stormed out of my apartment, I realized, you don’t know that i did all those things today because I never told you. yeah, i say i love you from time to time, but i don’t tell you how far i would go for that love i have for you. and i realize now that all you really want is to be loved loudly. and i’m so sorry for not giving you that in the first place.
for some reason, i just assume you already know how much i talk about you to my friends. and i assume you know how often i think about you. but the more i remove myself from my own head and look into the relationship from your perspective… all i see is you putting in more effort than i am. and i’m really, really sorry.
you never failed to tell me when you saw a hat that i would like when you passed by that one store that has the blind boxes you like, or when you saw a little duck on the street that reminded you of me. i never want to make you feel like that again, my love.
you want space and i understand why, so im not going to bother you anymore than i have already tonight. but you better believe im waking you up tomorrow in your apartment bright and early with an apology bouquet and everything i should've done for you today.
i love you more than life, y/n, and i will do everything in my power to never let you forget it.
sincerely, your sohee ”
you remember this day– the night after your last midterm. you both were looking forward to seeing each other again after taking time apart to study for your exams, but when sohee was acting more passive than usual, you brought up how you had been feeling a bit like he lost some of his love for you.
that led to a huge argument between you two-- possibly your biggest-- and caused you to gather your things and leave earlier than intended. you remember crying yourself to sleep so hard you had the world's worst headache and puffiest eyes when you woke up.
and much like the letter read, it was sohee that woke you up, apology bouquet and all. he too looked like he had been crying all night, but he didn’t talk about it. you remember his hand was resting close to yours, but not touching. and then he said it:
“i’m sorry I made you feel like that.” but he didn’t rush the next part. the whole incident was about half a year ago.
reading the letter that was clearly meant for you made you realize that he really stayed true to his word. nowadays, he sends you pictures of things that remind him of you. he updates you on every little thing that he does because, according to him, it’s like you’re with him.
“did you get what you neede- hey baby what’s wrong? why’re you crying? did something happen?” you look at your boyfriend with a small smile on your face as he kneeled down to the floor and ducked his head to look at yours with a worried expression. you only held the tiny letter up to him and felt more tears roll down your face. you laughed at yourself as you tried to conceal your tears; you didn’t even realize you were crying in the first place.
his eyes fell to the letter in your hands, reading the first line and quickly realized what you had found.
“ah… i forgot i wrote that…” he said while gently wiping the tears off your cheeks.
there was a comfortable silence between you two, the only sound being your sniffles as you both sat on the floor looking at the note in your hand.
“you do love me loudly, sohee.” he looks back up at you with the most sincerest eyes you have ever seen. “and you’re really good at coming back from your mistakes.”
he smiled and pushed your head to his lips, kissing your temple.
“i think that was the closest i had ever gotten to losing you, you know. it was the worst thing i’ve ever felt, as selfish as it is.” you hummed, and from there you two went back into your comfortable silence.
“i really do love you more than life, y/n," he said lowly.
“i know, my sohee.”
a/n: oh this was buns im so sorry sohee lovers (me)
