i'm just pretty. h. dongmin ˖ . ݁
taesan is definitely the type to give out all the princess treatment he can with you just cause your pretty and his girlfriend 😣😣 listening to been like this while making this sorry...
you know taesan gives you a bigger leeway than he ever gives his memebers—that’s just the perks of being his girlfriend.
you’ve watched it happen more times than you liked to admit. he could be standing there, arms crossed, voice raised as he scolds his members about his boundaries and respect.
how nobody should even be touching his things. yet, somehow, those same rules never seem to apply to you. especially when it comes to your clothes. he loves when your in his clothes it’s just a cute reminder for him.
but when he’s in the middle of arguing with his members about why they can’t do certain things—things he gets visibly irritated about—while you absolutely can, you can’t help but laugh. the irony is almost impressive.
the issue is, taesan doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. and whenever one of the members finally confronts him, he just shrugs and claims he’s “allowed to give you pretty privilege” and that it. end of discussion.
so right now, stretched out comfortably on the couch in his dorm living room, wearing his tee and shorts that definitely looks big on you. the fabric smells like him—clean laundry with a hint of his cologne—and it makes waiting on your boyfriend to get home better.
the door unlocks, voices flooding the room all at once.
lucky you, the entire group walks into the dorm together. the moment taesan spots you, his face softens instantly, a wide smile spreading across his lips like the rest of the world has faded out.
“hey, babe,” he says, setting his stuff down. “how long have you been waiting for me?”
“not that long,” you reply, smiling back just as brightly.
you hear a scoff from somewhere behind you and turn your head, already knowing who it is.
of course..
woonhak is staring at you in complete disbelief. “no way you’re letting her wear that shirt,” he says, pointing. “you’ve been giving me shit all week for even asking to borrow it.”
“technically,” taesan replies calmly, “i didn’t even give it to her.”
you peek up at woonhak through your lashes, offering a small, apologetic smile like you’re saying sorry… kind of.
“it doesn’t matter anyway,” taesan adds, eyes softening when he looks at you. “she looks cute in it.”
woonhak groans. “but if i stole a shirt from you, you’d completely lose it.”
“no doubt,” taesan answers without hesitation.
that only makes woonhak sigh louder.
taesan suddenly stands and heads toward the kitchen, rummaging around before coming back with a bag of tteokbokki chips. woonhak drops onto the couch near you, still shaking his head in disbelief.
without warning, taesan plops down in front of you and lays his head in your lap, holding the chips out so you can grab some first. you instinctively run your fingers through his hair, earning a content hum from him.
woonhak lets out another long sigh. “we’re really not doing this again.”
taesan doesn’t even look up. “she deserves the princess treatment,” he deadpans. “it doesn’t even matter.”
then, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, he adds, “she’s my girlfriend, dummy.”
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