daisy’s notes: soft sappy sahi aka my lifeblood...... hes my weird guy and i love him :(
Asahi felt like he might truly, genuinely, be deeply in love with you.
This wasn’t the first time you’d slept over at his apartment. Jaehyuk would always say the most genuine, gentle reminder to just say the word if he needed to leave or put in earbuds (from the others, it might be teasing, but Asahi knew Jaehyuk well: he didn’t want to make things awkward for either of you) whenever Asahi said you’d be staying the night. It was still relatively early in your relationship (one year of dating was coming up in a few months), but he felt safer when you stayed there instead of crossing the city late at night. At first, you’d take his bed while he slept on the couch, but after a while, sleeping in the same bed was... comfortable. More comfortable than he thought it would be. Sure, the two of you had napped together once or twice, but something about getting ready for bed together and going to sleep felt more intimate.
“It feels like...” He had begun one day while Jaehyuk made breakfast--it was his turn, and he felt like cooking. “She’s just... right.”
Jaehyuk had looked up. “Like a soulmate?”
He nodded. Like a soulmate. You felt like you were always going to be it. At first, he had chalked it up to you infatuation. But that feeling never truly went away. It had hidden itself underneath a warm giddiness early in your relationship, but it found a home in his heart and stayed there long after. Everything about being with you felt safe and warm in a way that he never wanted to let go of. Jaehyuk had said it was sweet to hear him wax poetic about you, and it’d only flustered him further when he was just... speaking his mind. If that came out in sweet phrases, then that was just how he felt about you.
But tonight was a little different. He’d been watching the clock, waiting as it slowly ticked down. From 11:55, to 11:56, to 11:57... All while you peacefully snoozed beside him, your head on his shoulder as the movie’s ending credits continued to roll. He’d shut his laptop in a minute. He just wanted to keep time, the soft music playing over his speakers. Maybe he’d tell you the ending later, or maybe he’d get you to rewatch it with him.
11:59. He reached forward, slowly easing his laptop shut after he closed out of his Netflix browser page. He was counting each second. He put his laptop away, and then turned over. gently reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You stirred a little at the action, only to nuzzle forward into his chest.
He glanced at his phone as he hit sixty. 12:00 am. Asahi leaned forward, lips grazing your forehead. “Happy birthday,” he said quietly. “I love you.”
When you said nothing, he assumed you must be asleep. But you snuggled closer to him again, arms wrapping around him and squeezing gently. “I love you, too.”
He smiled to himself, and shut his eyes. Part one done, he thought to himself. Now he just had to make sure the rest of your birthday was a happy one. And for you? He’d do anything if it meant seeing your smile again.
warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed and vapes, swearing, cussing, kind of cliché, suggestive (a lot of kissing and/or making out and touching.) lmk if i missed anything. minors dni!
word count: 2.17k
"everybody make some noise!!!" the host of the party turns up the music, blasting it so loud that the neighbors could hear. it would only be minutes before they start complaining about the disruptive noise.
you on the other hand have been doing your own thing for an hour or so. talking to friends, dancing, sipping on cup of alcohol that barely even got you buzzed but you're okay with that. ever since you got settled in, the mixture of the weed and vapes are making your stomach hurt and your friend can tell you're uneasy. the smell is a little too strong for your liking so your friend grabs your hand.
"here, let me take you upstairs." they walk you up the stairs and take you to the back room.
you walk in and turn on the light, making your way to a chair to sit on.
"make sure to not close the door all the way. it's jammed from the inside, but if you get stuck, call me." your friend says as they leave the door cracked before leaving.
a few minutes in the room and your feeling a little better, deciding to go back to the party and find your friend. as you walk closer to the door, you get startled as a random guy runs into the room and slams the door shut. the man is hyperventilating as he brushes the hairs back that's fallen in his face.
he finally looks up to meet your eyes. the only facial expression that he could read from you was distraught. he was confused until you opened your mouth.
"why did you close the door? the handle is jammed on this side!" you yell at the guy in frustration.
"shit. i'm sorry, i forgot! there was some drunk that wouldn't get off me and i just hid somewhere!" he panics. you walk towards the door and bang on it as hard as you could.
the boy kept tugging on the handle trying to see if he could break open the door but it was no use. you two were stuck in a random person's room at a party your friend dragged you to.
you tried calling your friend but there were no bars on your phone. the boy with you didn't have his phone on him, claimed to have misplaced it. a few minutes pass by and you came to terms with being stuck in a room with a stranger for who knows how long.
right now, you're playing with a small rubber ball on on the bed while the stranger is making random beats across from you on a sofa. you hear him vibing and humming softly, therefore you pause your actions and observe him. but that doesn't last for long until he feels your eyes on him.
"...am i bothering you?" he asks, stopping to look at you. you were so spaced out looking at him, you didn't even realize he was talking to you.
"huh? i'm sorry, what did you say?"
"is my humming bothering you? i'll stop if it's too loud." he responds.
"no, it's not. i was just distracted." you start playing with the ball again. the guy spoke up again.
"what's your name?" he asks.
"y/n. you?"
"hyunsuk."
"well i'm sorry we had to meet this way, hyunsuk. stuck in a room with somebody you don't even know." you sigh, pressing the back of your head against the bed frame.
"i actually find it kind of peaceful. i'm always around a bunch of people anyway."
"really?" you raise an eyebrow. "wow, i guess i read you wrong."
"i'm assuming you read me based off how i look?" he questions and you nod your head.
"what did you even think about me?" he smiles.
"i had a feeling that you were more outgoing and on the extroverted side. you seem friendly and according to the last 5 minutes of me being stuck in here, you're also a music lover. you also have a good sense of fashion but that’s just a bonus."
hyunsuk was surprised by your observation. "at least you didn't describe me as an asshole." he laughs. his voice seems more welcoming now that you're engaging a conversation with him. you chuckle at his response as you huddle your body up in the bed.
"but honestly, you did pretty good. you weren't too far off." he compliments.
"yeah i know." you smile. "i just picked up your vibe and went with it."
while he's talking to you, he finds your smile nice to look at.
"how about we keep talking to pass the time? maybe it'll fly by faster." hyunsuk suggests. you nod and ask him and start off with a non surprising question. "what's your favorite music to listen to?"
the boy looks up and taps his chin. "hmm that's a good question." he takes a couple seconds to think. "i would say i like most genres but hip hop is my favorite."
"interesting." you sat up and fixed your posture. you tell him your favorite music as well, he says that you have good taste which causes you to smile. hyunsuk likes seeing your smile, so he tries to make you smile as much as he can.
"okay, next question. what are your hobbies?" he found you intriguing. you answer him and tell him all the things you like to do and end it with that you like sleeping a lot. he laughs at the last part of your reply.
"that's kinda funny because i don't sleep as much as the average person." you raise your eyebrows and ask him why he doesn't sleep that much.
"well, music is everywhere around me. i write and compose songs, i dance, make my own music, and i love it so much that i wish there was more time in one day so i can keep going."
"you're actually saying 24 hours isn't enough time in the day?" a shocking look appears on your face.
"crazy, right?" he smiles and looks down.
"maybe a little, but it just means you're determined and love what you do. you found what to do with your life and you make it happen." you rest your hand under your chin and look into his eyes. he mummers a thank you and shies away from you.
you slowly start finding interest in him and found it quite fascinating how he found out what to do with his life already. his winsome personality makes you want to talk to him even more.
"have you ever traveled?" you continue on.
"yes, actually."
"where? everywhere?" you say sarcastically.
"somewhat." he chuckles. "i've lost count. i just recently came back from japan, though."
your eyes broaden. "wow you've been to japan? i've always wanted to go. i heard it's so beautiful."
"beautiful is an understatement." he walks over to sit beside you and you didn't mind. as he sat by you, you smelled his scent as it hits your nose, reminding you of strawberries as you smile to yourself.
"you should definitely visit sometime." he nudges your shoulder, your smile beamed once more.
you kept talking to hyunsuk for a while as the time passes by. you don't know if you've been talking to him for 30 minutes or an hour but the way he made your heart slightly skip as he flashed a smile or grazed your leg with his knee — whether it was on purpose or on accident — you wanted it to keep going. you were kind of into the conversation and small banter you two were having.
then all of the sudden, you hear muffled sounds from the other side. you raise up quickly and make hyunsuk slightly jump.
"wait, do you hear that?" you turn your head and walk to the door. you put your ear up against the door. hyunsuk follows your lead and put his against the door as well.
"there are people close by. we can finally get out!" you quietly shout toward him. "wait!" before you bang on the door, hyunsuk grabs your fist. you look at him in confusion, wondering why he would stop you from getting someone to open the door.
"actually, can we stay in here for just a few more minutes?" he looks into your eyes with such infatuation. you furrow your eyebrows at him.
"i just really really like talking to you..."
"...maybe we can stay in here for a little longer?" his hinting was vague, but sly enough for you to figure out what he meant.
you don't hesitate and lean closer to his face, grazing the bottom of his lip with yours.
he can already tell you're a tease as he smiles while your lips just barely touch his. he can't help but wait any longer. he pulls you into him as your lips connect for the first time.
the rush of adrenaline you have comes out of nowhere and takes over. you take him back to the bed and lay him down. you hover over him and press your lips on him again. the kiss had butterflies floating in your stomach. hyunsuk wrapped his hands around your waist and licked the bottom of your lip and slowly bit it, asking for more.
you slightly smirk and give back the same energy. his hands slide up your waist, pulling you in closer as you tug on his shirt. you part ways for a few seconds so he can give you the green light. he nods and you proceed to take off his shirt. then you target his neck, gently kissing and nipping at his skin as he responds with a sigh and tightening his hands around you.
you don't think you have ever felt this way. the idea of you and him alone has you feeling driven, and you know it's not the alcohol because it's not even in your system anymore.
you kiss back up to his lips and a "please" escapes him. you take his hand and slowly drag it down your body until he touches the hem of your shirt. he helps you pull your shirt off quickly and throw it to the side. hyunsuk feels you up and down gradually as he kisses down your neck.
you make your way to his jeans and grab them until you hear the door open.
"y/n? are you still in here- wow." your friend came in and walked in on you and the shirtless man. hyunsuk's face is flushed all over while you were relieved and let out the breath you were holding onto.
"thank god it's only you, you scared the hell out of me." you press your hand on your heart.
"i see you got a little busy? sorry to ruin it but my mom is telling me i've got an appointment tomorrow morning so we gotta go." they flash a fake smile. "i'll let you say your...goodbyes." they leave the door cracked.
you turn back around to see hyunsuk putting his shirt back on. you internally pout and almost fail to recognize the redness covering his face. but then you let out a chuckle and grab his face. "are you blushing because of what happened before or after my friend caught us?"
"stop it." he smiles looking away nervously. he sees your shirt and holds it in front of you. "you're probably gonna need this."
"haha very funny." you both laugh as you stand up and put on your shirt and hyunsuk follows.
"well tonight was fun." you smirk, playing with his shirt that was once discarded from him.
"oh really? which part?" he bites his lips and he looks at yours. "all of it." you respond, giving him one last kiss before you go.
"just making sure it wasn't when you first yelled at me."
"what, did i scare you?" you ask. "no."
you raise an eyebrow. "maybe.." he mumbles. you laugh and grab a pen from beside you and write your phone number on his arm before heading out of the room.
"text me." you say as you leave and your friend rushes you down the stairs eye boggling you until you two reach a quieter place.
"hyunsuk? choi hyunsuk? you lucky bitch!" they yell. you laugh at their surprised, yet impressed expression upon their face.
"what about him?"
"what about him?! he's hot!" your friend lightly shoved your shoulder. "yeah, i guess he's nice on the eyes." you shrug.
"both of your shirts were off and now all you're saying is that he's nice on the eyes?'" they quote.
you admit he's really pretty and really nice to talk to. a whole different vibe from anyone you ever met, but you decided to keep that from your friend so you wouldn't get your hopes up.
"do you know anything about him..that i should know?" you ask, scratching your head trying to come off as nonchalant as possible.
your friend scoffs at you. "i knew it, i knew you liked him."
warnings: food mention. skinship. two softies in love.
daisy’s notes: i wuv him so much..............
This was maybe one of the biggest mistakes you and Yoshinori had made in your lives.
It’d been this... very weird conversation between the two of you. You told him you rarely seemed to celebrate your birthday growing up due to the pains of being born during vacation-y times where you were from, so he’d asked what you wanted to do. You hadn’t really known (the question usually flustered you, and Yoshi knew you struggled with making decisions sometimes), so after some researching of restaurants and typical birthday date plans, the two of you had settled on going out to a nicer restaurant than you usually went to. You got all dolled up, makeup and nice dress and everything, and eventually the two of you were sat across from one another in a cozy little corner without anything ordered yet.
(Truthfully, the two of you had been there for about fifteen minutes, just staring at the menu and idly chatting about what you thought about wanting.)
He went quiet, though, and finally looked up. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”
“Thank fuck,” you mumbled softly, but you heard the way he snorted. “Who suggested this place?”
“Jihoon,” he said, already reaching for the nice jacket he’d draped over his chair upon coming in (this place had been hotter than either of you expected). “He said he brought his partner here once and that the steak was delicious...”
You were sure it was. But celebrating your birthday here felt off. Maybe the two of you could come back sometime to celebrate something that felt a bit bigger. A work promotion or an anniversary (ooh, that was a nice idea--you’d file it away for next year) or maybe even an engagement. Just not a birthday so early in in your one-year relationship.
He was the one who told the waiter you’d be leaving with a stumbling excuse about something coming up, and the two of you left and immediately took off upon being out of sight. Standing on a street corner, the two of you began to make other plans. Another place the two of you could go that felt more laid-back, even if the two of you would be overdressed for it.
Yet when you looked up to mention another place, you’d seen the stars in his eyes as he gazed at you. You didn’t think he even noticed he said it, but the quietest “Pretty...” had slipped from his mouth as he looked at you, reaching out to wipe a strand of hair from your face. Then he caught himself staring, and quietly apologized. It reminded you of the time the two of you first met through Jihoon: he’d been hyping up his friend for a while, and Yoshi had nearly spilled his water on himself when saying the same thing.
(Jihoon had later texted you to tell you to take the first step if you were interested. That Yoshi clearly liked you, but he’d respect the fact that the two of you barely knew one another and wait until you were ready. It ended with you calling Yoshi yourself and asking to get to know him better. A few months of subtle flirting and casual dating later, and you’d been the one to ask him out, officially.)
“Sorry,” he said again. “You look great.” Then he paused, a sheepish look crossing his face. “Did I say that already?”
“You did,” you giggled, leaning in for a quick kiss. “But that’s okay. As I was saying...”
The two of you confirmed the place. Sure, it was your birthday, but both of you knew you valued his input on things. It might be your birthday, but you didn’t want him to go somewhere where he wouldn’t like anything and be miserable all for the sake of making you happy. His joy was your joy, and yours was his.
With his hand in yours, the two of you started off on the nearest place with good, cheaper food. It’d be a bit of a walk, and despite his offers to pay to get a cab, you wanted to spend the extra time alone with him. He intertwined his fingers with your own, smiling to himself when you said it aloud, and changed the topic back to what you’d been discussing earlier--movies, probably, but you’d forget the exacts later. All you committed to memory was the way that his hand felt so perfect in your own, and the way it felt like you two just slotted together like it was meant to be. Like he had stepped into your life and filled a space you never knew was missing until you met him.
At some point, you’d gently tugged on his arm to stop him. He had done so, turning back to you to ask what was wrong, only for you to kiss him quickly. Just to do it while the two of you were alone for a moment. You’d rejoin the rest of the world soon--you could see people on the upcoming street ahead--but for now you just wanted to savor having a little moment with him underneath the stars.
When you pulled back, you found the stars in his eyes again. They were prettier there anyway. “What was that for?” He asked, and you could see how red his face was becoming.
“I love you,” you said. “I just wanted to show you that.”
“You don’t have to,” he said quietly. “I know you do.” He slipped his hand into yours. “I love you, too, by the way.” He looked back down at his phone where he’d pulled up the app and input the restaurant. “It’s a little farther... Are you tired of walking? I think we can get a cab up here...”
“I’m fine, honey.” You squeezed his hand gently. “Thank you for worrying about me.”
He smiled at you again, and the two of you began to walk again, side by side, hand in hand. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
i want to be with you more (like the sun sets and rises again)
pairing: non-idol!jihoon [trsr] x fem!reader
genre: fluff!
word count: 0.6k~
warnings: food mention, one suggestive reference, mentions of a migraine + taking medicine for it. abrupt ending, probably, bc writer doesn’t know what she wants.
daisy’s notes: i forgot i wanted to go see a movie like. weeks ago. movie theater popcorn i miss u...
Jihoon could hear you sneezing the moment he came into your apartment. Honestly, even though he already had plans to spend your birthday with you, knowing that you were sick only made him want to stay there more.
The plan had been that the two of you were going to catch a movie together that you’d been wanting to see for a while. You’d sneak candy in through your purse, he’d pay for the popcorn because he’s a gentleman who won’t let the birthday girl (who’s, y’know, smuggling candy in) spend extra money for their date, and he’d maybe try to steal a few (or more than a few) kisses from you throughout the movie. Except you woke up this morning with a migraine and your allergies kicking your ass, so the two of you ended up missing the showtimes so that you could rest up. He’d listened to you make a couple phone calls throughout the day to family, and decided maybe he’d just surprise you himself.
So when you decided you’d take a nap while you waited for medicine to kick in (in hopes that it’d help get rid of the migraine once and for all), he ran to the store. He found microwave popcorn (your preferred brand, because it was deliciously buttery), a couple of drinks for the two of you to share, and whatever boxes of candy that he knew both of you loved... but mainly the ones you preferred, because it was still your day.
With his return to your apartment to find you still resting, he knew what his second move would need to be. He’d leave the popcorn until he knew that you were feeling better, but in the event that you were, everything needed to be cozier. So he texted Hyunsuk to ask if a blanket fort would be feasible (who immediately complained about how he texted him before anyone else... before giving out the information he wanted), and got to work.
“Babe?”
He perked up when he heard your voice, sitting up from his spot on the floor where he was spreading out another blanket (thank you for your love of blankets, by the way--it truly helped Jihoon make everything a thousand times cozier) to see you standing nearby.
“What are you doing?”
He ignored your question in favor of checking on you first. “Do you feel better?” He stood up, hands reaching for your own. “Does your head still hurt?”
“No, but...” I asked you a question, he knew you were going to say.
“Since we couldn’t go out,” he took a tiny step back, pulling you with him. “I made things look nice. I know it isn’t the same because we can’t see the movie you wanted, but... I have a few accounts--” Not all owned by him, since Hyunsuk was the one with the Disney+ account so he could watch marvel movies. “--And I thought we could have our own movie date here...” He paused, squeezing your hands a little. “Happy birthday?”
You felt sheepish, heat rushing to your face at how casual he was about all of it. As if throwing things together because your girlfriend had a migraine was the completely normal course of actions. “What if my head still hurt?”
“I’d take it down and we could do it later,” he shrugged. “Its your birthday. Even though we missed the movie, we can still have fun here.” While still holding your hands, he gently pulled you down onto the floor with him as he knelt down. “In more ways than one...”
You let go of his hand in favor of gently smacking his arm. “You dork,” you said. “Maybe later.”
He laughed, leaning in to give you a quick peck. “You wait here,” he said as he hopped back up, before pushing the bag of candy toward you. “I’ll go make our popcorn.”
warnings: confessions. a lil skinship and a lil kiss.
daisy’s notes: sorry this ones short!! (i have a doctors appointment tomorrow as of the day im writing this haha im just trying to stay ahead in my schedule)
Doyoung had pulled together a surprise party for you and some of your friends. It’d been a sweet enough affair, but now you were sitting outside on his balcony for a few minutes alone as his friends were leaving. As much as you loved the party, you wanted a few minutes to yourself.
Doyoung stepped out soon enough, saying something about how Hyunsuk was handling some of the clean-up now. You knew that his friend (and one of his roommates--Hyunsuk had let him move in due to their history as friends) had a soft spot for him, and that was probably why he was getting out of cleaning up. “Did you enjoy it?” He sat down next to you, his knee pressed against your own.
“It was nice, Dobby,” you leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you for planning it.”
He smiled a little, hand brushing against your own. “Of course. We’re... friends,” he said after a moment. You could feel him shift, glancing inside, and he finally let out this long, heavy sigh. “I told them I’d tell you, so I’ll ask. Do you feel the same way as me?”
You perked up, sitting up again. “Huh?”
“Everyone keeps saying ‘she likes you, so just confess already,’ but I told them that you don’t like me like that--” He took a deep breath. “I like you. I was going to wait to tell you, but...”
“Yes.”
“I know I shouldn’t have done this on your birthday--” He paused, realizing you had spoken up. “... Yes?” And when you nodded, his eyes widened. “When?!”
With a soft laugh, you leaned in to peck his cheek. “For a while, dummy! I just didn’t know how you felt.”
He turned to you, laughing softly as he mumbled something about how maybe his friends were right. Then his gaze flickered down to your lips for a moment. “You can say no,” he started. “But... Can I kiss you?”
With a tiny nod, he leaned in. His kiss was short and sweet, but his eyes were twinkling when he pulled back. His hand found your own, thumb running over your knuckles as he gazed into your eyes with a sappy smile on his face.
“I’ll take you on a real date soon,” he said, before standing up. He offered a hand to you. “So be ready for that!”
You’d happily hold him to that any day. But for now you would settle for asking him to walk you home, just to spend more time with him, his fingers intertwined with your own for each slow step you took together.
warnings: food mentions. readers slightly sick (and being babied by hyunsuk).
daisy's notes: he is just so. <3 he is just so sweet
Hyunsuk was probably the softest boyfriend in the entire world, and the way he’d dropped everything to take care of you because you had a cold was proof of that.
Despite your insistence that you would be fine, Hyunsuk had insisted on coming over. He was only going to play video games with Yoshi later, and the two of them could do that pretty much any day. He’d come into your apartment bearing everything that he needed to take care of you: cold medicine (because you told him you were out), the ingredients for soup that he’d make after he checked on you, his hoodie for you to hold onto, a box of tea that he read was supposed to be good for you, and a bottle of honey (despite you telling him you owned one). While you sprawled out on your couch, eyes shut and listening to your boyfriend as he moved to and fro, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was doting on you for a reason. It was just a cold, after all. Sure, you felt like shit, and you’d whined about how much your head was starting to hurt, but you could take care of yourself just fine.
Still, you liked to hear him as he moved around your apartment, humming along to whatever he was playing on his phone. You’d heard it pause for a minute, though, and the sound of his phone ringing since it’d been put on speaker. Before you knew it, the person on the other end picked up.
“I was looking at the recipe you sent me…” You could hear Hyunsuk said, humming to himself for a minute. “I wanted to ask what this meant…”
A moment later, you heard his mom replying. Something about the tender way he spoke about you was enough to make you bury your face in your hands, too embarrassed at how loving he was being now. There was no shortage of love with him, of course, but the fact he’d asked his mom for this recipe? And the warm way he spoke about you, updating her on your health (yes, he made sure you took medicine, you’re just resting now because you had a headache—otherwise he’d let her say hi, he promised)... It was all too much for you to handle on top of everything else you were feeling.
Someone once told you that Hyunsuk was a little bit intimidating in the way he dressed and carried himself. Yet he’d always been the most loving toward his friends, and doted on you whenever given the chance to. Eventually, you could hear the sound of his footsteps drawing nearer as he nudged for you to sit up. He was holding your favorite mug, passing it to you.
“I looked up the best tea to help with your sore throat,” he said. “And I put honey in it—That should help, right?”
Oh, the things you would do for him if anyone hurt him. Hyunsuk might look like he’d bite, but you were pretty damn sure people should be more scared of you. You were the fiercely protective one in your relationship, the “he asked for no pickles,” person. You accepted the mug from him with a quiet thanks, pausing for just a moment to look at your boyfriend again. “It’s just a slight cold, babe.”
He waved it off. “I’m taking care of you today,” he said. “I’m still making the soup, but it should be done soon, and—”
“What about Yoshi?” You frowned a little. “You said you two were going to game… I hate that you had to cancel because of me.”
He took your face into his hands, lightly squishing your cheeks. “You’re my baby,” he said with a giggle, “so today I’ve gotta take care of my baby. Yoshi and I can play some other day. You’d do the same for me, right?”
You had done the same for him. He came down with the flu, and you had showed up to his apartment, masked up, and kept your distance while taking care of him. Outside of class and work, you pretty much spent every spare moment making sure he got better and that his roommate, the aforementioned Yoshi, didn’t get sick (lest you have to take care of him too). You settled to take a sip of the tea instead, only stopping Hyunsuk a moment before he could leave.
“Is something wrong?”
You shook your head, pouting a little over what you wanted. He couldn’t kiss you without potentially getting sick, but… You tapped at your cheek, closer to your ear to hopefully avoid getting him sick.
He chuckled, leaning in to press a quick peck against your skin. “Rest up,” he said. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”
after the dark dawn, the sun that was asleep will rise
pairing: non-idol!junghwan x fem!reader
genre: fluff
word count: 0.5k~
warnings: food mention!
daisy’s notes: i feel bad that some of these are gonna be shorter than others tbh
Junghwan knew that yesterday was... particularly rough for you. That was why he was standing outside of the school gates with a pale pink box of chocolates in his hand, tied with red ribbon in what some would call cliche. But they were a box of chocolates from that store that the two of you always passed when you walked home, and Junghwan knew that you looked on with this hopeful look in your eyes for the day you‘d spoil yourself again. You swore that they were the sweetest chocolates you’d ever tasted, and Junghwan--who had sampled a few with you the last time you went--was inclined to agree.
So... Maybe he’d do something boyfriend-y and spoil his girlfriend on her birthday.
His heart was racing in his chest. Some of his older friends had teased him over... well, everything. Calling him a heartthrob, a flirt, a male lead trying to impress a girl (although Junghwan would pout and argue that he already had a girlfriend--something the others couldn’t claim). He just hoped he got the right box, even though he knew your taste for sweet well enough to know which ones you’d love. He rocked on his heels, politely greeting a few of his friends as they walked past and onward into class.
Maybe you wouldn’t like these. Maybe he picked out the wrong ones. Maybe--
“Junghwan!”
He heard you call out from down the sidewalk, waving your arms to get his attention. All it took was seeing that bright smile on your face for his fears to melt away, and he turned, rushing over to greet you. The two of you met halfway, and he stopped, suddenly feeling... nervous. It was a mere birthday gift, and yet he felt flustered over handing it to you in public so early in the morning.
“Is that for me?”
He nodded, offering the box out to you. He watched as you took it with both hands, quietly thanking him with this shy smile on your face. “I got up extra early to get them from that store you like...”
The sentiment made the heat travel to your face. You looked up, fingers tapping against the edge of the box. “Junghwan...” And you leaned forward to press a quick kiss against his cheek, giggling. “Thank you! But you didn’t have to do that...”
He shook his head. “I did! It’s your birthday,” he said, taking your hand. You fell into step beside him, and he squeezed your hand a little tighter. “And... I know you had a bad day yesterday. I want you to be happy.” Always, he wanted to tag on, but he shied away from it. It felt.. a little too bold to say so early.
“Junghwan...” You squeezed his hand, smiling to yourself as the two of you started to make your way to class. “You’re so sweet.”
“I mean it,” he said. “Happy birthday. I’ll see you again later, okay?” He swung your arms a little, “We can go out after classes...” And we can do whatever you want to do, as long as it makes you happy.
If he could guarantee your happiness, then he would be your sunshine any day.
warnings: reader is an artist. no other warnings, just fluff and a little skinship
daisy’s notes: yo couples paintings are really cute ngl...
If there was one thing Hyunsuk knew you liked, it was art. Experimenting with different mediums and styles, going to art museums with him, or merely just sitting and working in your sketchbook... He knew where passion was, and he supported it wholeheartedly.
That was why he’d found a painting class for couples. The two of you would work separately, and your completed pieces would be put together to make a complete picture. It was a cute idea, and maybe the two of you could find a place to hang them in the apartment later. Plus this place offered wine and snacks, and he was definitely not going to argue with either of those.
But nothing, in his heart, would beat the look of pure joy in your eyes as you worked. The pretty smile you had, especially when the instructor complimented you on your work. He didn’t hesitate to speak up and gloat about his artist girlfriend, either: he thought you deserved recognition for what you did. While your career was far from the creative endeavor you wished you could have, it was little things like this that made you happiest.
“I like being able to enjoy my passion as a hobby,” you had said at one point while painting in dark trees along the backdrop. “Sometimes I get scared that if I had pursued art as a career, I would have stopped loving it so much.”
Hyunsuk could understand the thought there, at least. He was still pursuing music on the side, though, and maybe it’d take off, maybe it wouldn’t. He loved doing it, and that was what mattered the most. “But are you happy working the way you do?”
You had shrugged. “It pays the bills.”
“Maybe so... But we’re young,” he said. “If you wanted to do something else... You have time to.” He paused, suddenly a bit more serious, “The time is going to pass anyway. Why not do it pursuing what you love?”
He noticed the way you paused in your actions, taking in his words before nodding. “I see...” You went back to painting. “Maybe I’ll look into it more sometime.”
Hyunsuk smiled to himself. He liked the thoughtful tone in your voice. It always made him feel heard... but then again, he always felt heard and loved when he was with you. Even if it net him a little bit of teasing from his friends (he’d cleared his schedule just so he could come take this class with you today), he’d always talk openly about things like that. After all, he did it for anyone he loved... and sometimes he’d get nagged by said people (his little sister, for one, who’d occasionally get flustered over how loud and proud he was of every single thing she did) for it.
“I like your art,” he said after a few minutes. “I think yours looks better than mine.”
Brushing back a stray strand of hair, you looked over to his canvas. “I think it looks perfect.”
“My tree is kinda lopsided here--”
He had meant for it to be a joke, but you adamantly shook your head. “No, it’s perfect,” you said. “Because you made it. Art doesn’t need to look perfect to be made with love,” you leaned over, pecking his cheek quickly. “It’s perfect because its yours.”
Blood rushed to his face at how genuine you always were. He always appreciated that about you, because even when you gave him the feedback he wanted, you made him feel validated for creating, too. You had always said that the pursuit of creativity was the most important part of the process. A flawed end product was better than no end product.
“Hyunsuk...” You looked over. “Thank you for this birthday date,” you giggled. “I love it.”
He did, too. And he loved it more when the two of you hung your pieces together in your apartment, the heart shaped by two trees matching up perfectly between them.
