#wooahaes.23

[wooahaes]

i just want to give you everything

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: pouty boyfriend gyu. food mentions. terms of endearment (honey, my love) used.

daisy’s notes: pouty gyu is my specialty tbh

Mingyu was quite literally on his knees, pouting at you while you laughed. “It’s not funny! It’s a big deal!”

“I told you that it’s fine!”

“It isn’t!”

The two of you had been going back and forth like this for maybe ten minutes now. The moment that you came home and crashed on the couch, Mingyu was there in front of you, going quite dramatic compared to how he normally was. He’d pouted, and gotten down on his knees in front of you, already apologizing for something you hadn’t even. It had, admittedly, thrown you for a loop when he finally admitted what the big deal was: he, ultimately, forgot your birthday at first.

Not that it bothered you. With the late night that he had, he finally came home to you late last night and pretty much collapsed into bed. He’d woken you up when he came in, and exchanged a sleepy kiss as he settled into your arms, body as heavy as bricks with fatigue. It’d come to you as a surprise when he woke up this morning when you were leaving, long enough to steal a kiss from you and mention he made you lunch when he came home last night. No ‘happy birthday’ in any form, but you had chalked it up to the fact that he was barely conscious when you were physically there with him. He’d texted you hours later with a long, sappy message about how much he loved you and that he was going to make you your favorite meal tonight.

You had insisted that his forgetting was fine. Mingyu, however, heavily disagreed.

“I’m supposed to be your boyfriend,” he pouted, cheek pressing against your thigh. “It’s my duty to be the first one to tell you happy birthday.”

You had quelled your laughs, despite the way his pout (like a kicked puppy) almost brought them back up. “My parents would disagree.”

“One of the first!” He said, lifting his head to frown at you again. He sighed, “Why didn’t you say anything this morning?”

You reached out, taking his face into your hands. “Gyu. You were barely awake. I really, really don’t care--”

“I saw Cheol at the store when I went grocery shopping,” he huffed, “and he gave me this smug look! He asked if I had ‘plans with the birthday girl’ and then made fun of me when I had to admit that I forgot and that was why I was getting groceries...”

“Oh, Gyu...”

He sighed again, “Wonwoo told me he was the first to text you this morning... I didn’t even do that until after he said something.”

“Mingyu,” you squished his cheeks a little, just to get his attention back on you, “I mean it. You worked late, and you work long hours.”

“I didn’t even put a note in your lunch,” he pouted. “How are you supposed to brag about me like you usually do if I don’t even do that?”

It earned another laugh from you, so full of love, followed by a quick kiss against his lips. “Lunch was delicious and I always get to brag about you during our break. It annoys Seungkwan a little, y’know.”

“I should have put a note,” he huffed, “I could have made them more jealous. I should have--”

You frowned again. “Mingyu... I mean it. It doesn’t bother me at all. I know you’re upset because you love me, but we’re busy people and you were exhausted when you came home this morning.” You ran a hand through his hair soothingly, letting out a sigh. “If it really bothers you so much, then you can make it up to me later. But... I can smell the delicious dinner my husband material boyfriend made for me,” you cupped his cheek with a giggle, “and I’m pretty sure it’s getting cold now...”

Mingyu sighed, slowly rising up to his feet and staying before you. He offered his hands out to you, and, with ease, tugged you so you were standing in front of him. Yet he didn’t move right away, instead choosing to linger there with you for a moment longer. “I mean it,” he said, “I’m sorry I forgot. I love you,” he leaned in, lips capturing your own for a short moment. When he pulled away, he found himself smiling at the pretty way the lights seemed to reflect in your eyes. Or maybe it was you glowing with love for him as you always did. “Happy birthday, my love,” he cupped your face, pressing one final kiss to the crown of your head. “I’ll make it up to you after dinner.”

taglist: @twancingyunhao​ @wonuziex​ @synthetickitsune​ @cinnamoroxie​

[wooahaes]

as much as you’ve waited, i’ll hug you with my whole body

pairing: non-idol!lee know x fem!reader

genre: fluff. very very slight angst i think? not a ton though.

word count: 1.2k~

warnings: sappy lino. predictable as hell, but thats okay. reader is a cat mom.

daisy’s notes: oh this wasnt supposed to be longer than all the others... whoops. guess i love cat butler too much-

The apartment felt emptier than normal without Minho, especially on your birthday.

Sure, you weren’t a complete shut-in for the day. That morning, you had dressed up all nice and pretty and gone out with a couple of your girl friends for a bit to distract you from the lonely feeling that’d been eating at you for the past several days. Your boyfriend had gone abroad for a few days for a work venture alongside his boss and a few of his other coworkers, and it just so happened he wouldn’t be getting back until tomorrow morning. He’d called you every night just to catch up (save for that first night--his coworker, Felix, had sent you a picture of him passed out in bed with a tiny apology that you wouldn’t hear from him until the next day), to check in on you (and your three furry children). He’d called you last night, too, just to wish you a happy birthday once the clock flipped over to midnight. He said that they’d be done with work sometime today, but that their flight wasn’t until late. Otherwise he’d be right there with you, curled up close and holding you tight.

So you sent him pictures of the kids (and one of yourself, at his request) in their cat tree, or playing with toys, or doing anything you deemed picture-worthy... which, to be fair, was most things. Sometimes you swore your boyfriend rubbed off on you with how many pictures in your camera roll consisted of the cats. Doongie had laid across your shoes the day after Minho left, fussing at you to not leave him, and you’d sent the video to him of you gently trying to tell him to let you leave. That his dad would be back, soon... and that you missed him, too. 

At least you had the cats to keep you company. And sometimes Chris, who came by at one point to check on you (prompted by Minho, no doubt) and share a meal with you so you didn’t always have to eat alone... and Jisung, who swung by (also prompted by Minho, you knew for sure) to invite you out for a walk. He had turned red when you called him out on it, and he had insisted further that he only invited you out because he, too, wanted to go for a walk... even if Minho did tell him to check on you. It’d been nice to get out of the apartment, and the two of you ended up getting ramen together at a place you ended up finding.

But now you were waiting on your takeout, thinking about the cupcake that sat before you on the coffee table. You’d managed to keep the cats away from it (although they’d stopped showing interest a while ago once they got a whiff of it and realized it wasn’t appetizing enough for them), and now you were holding back. Dinner first, then you could light the candle and celebrate something by yourself... Or with the cats, if you could round them up to sit with you.

The buzzer rang out, and you hopped up to make your way over. Doongie had began to fuss, and you had stopped long enough to quiet him down.

“Just a little longer,” you said, reaching out to scratch him behind his ears as he peered up at you. “And then your dad will be home.”

He merely fussed at you again before taking off, continuing to yell at the door. Despite your scolding, you went to unlock the door with an apology on your lips for all the fuss if the delivery guy still happened to be there.

Only for Minho to be standing there, jacket draped over his arm and suitcase sat beside him. “Happy birthday,” he said. “I made it.”

All at once, you felt overwhelmed at the sight of him standing there, as cliche as it all felt. You covered your mouth, fighting back the urge to cry and losing almost instantly. He had said he couldn’t catch an earlier flight, that he had looked into it and there was nothing. With a sniffle, you stepped forward and into his arms, wrapping your own around him tight.

“We finished up early,” he told you, arms curving around you and holding you tight. “So I thought I would surprise you.”

Most days, you knew Minho as someone who was... a little quiet, even after how long you’d been dating. Silly, too: he always knew how to make you laugh. And sometimes, in moments like these, he knew how to make your heart feel like it was squeezed so tight that it burst. The softer, more forthcoming Minho who was honest with you because he knew both of you valued that. That while he did, technically, deceive you and make you think he wouldn’t be here... It was just so he could surprise you like this.

“How did--” You pulled your face back from his shoulder, “How’d you get here?”

A pause.

“Chris.” The two of you said at the same time. Of course it’d be Chris who picked him up this late and brought him home to you. You knew the others would do it, too, if he asked, but Chris wouldn’t hesitate. You’d have to thank him later.

Minho pulled away from you long enough to pick up his bag and usher you back inside. You listened to him address Doongie, who was very vocally giving him a piece of his mind for leaving him for so long, and went to find the other two. Soonie had been curled up on his side of the bed (that was where he spent most of his time, while Dori was in his zoomies mode, zipping from room to room as though he were being chased. 

The door sounded again as he was heading to put his bag away to unpack later, and you made a comment about it being your food this time. When you came back to find Minho, he was petting Soonie, speaking to him in a quiet voice.

“Did you watch after her like I asked?” He scratched behind the cat’s ears. “You have to keep her company whenever I’m gone. She’s your mom, too.”

Something about how earnest he seemed when speaking to the cats like this (not the first time, and it’d never be the last) made you tear up again. Had he bought an entirely new ticket just to come home early to see you? He looked up, and could see the look on your face.

“Ah, honey...” He made his way over, already opening his arms back to you as you sought refuge in them. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make you cry...”

“It’s okay,” you said, hugging him tight. “I’m crying because I’m happy, silly.”

“I know, but...” He shut his eyes, holding you tight. “Is there anything we can do to celebrate your birthday before its over? I slept on the plane. I can stay up longer.”

You shook your head. “I just want you to hold me a little longer first. Is that okay?”

With a blissful sigh, he held you tighter. “Always,” he said softer, gently stroking your back. “I love you. I’m glad I made it in time.”

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[wooahaes]

we won’t change (because we’re engraved in each other’s hearts)

pairing: non-idol!joshua x fem!reader

genre: fluff. sappy, sappy fluff.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: alcohol mentions/drunk shua + reader. one mentioned rebuff towards sex. a very not-sober shua being the sappiest man in the world for readers bday.

daisy’s notes: tbh i should rank the group based on how fun i think itd be to get drunk w them. my lil wooahae man made it easy for me to say someones dead last bc he doesnt rly drink since it makes him sick, so thank u jihoonie

All you had wanted for your birthday was a nice night together with your boyfriend, and Joshua was going to ensure you got it.

Most days, Joshua doted on you, and today had been no different. From the second opinion he gave when you asked for it (which pair of heels to wear tonight, did your eyeliner look alright...), to the way he slowly zipped you into your dress before planting a chaste kiss against your neck, and the way his hand found yours on the trip to and from the restaurant. The first time had been his way of holding onto you, just to keep himself tethered to you with a subtle smile and a question about how the rest of your day had gone. The second was to keep himself close to you while he nearly stumbled over himself at times, the alcohol in his system making his steps a little less certain than before--but with your hand in his, he could at least make sure that you didn’t trip up anywhere.

Which brought him to now. He was lying in bed, having changed out of his nicer clothes, and waiting for the very-exhausted you to make your way from the bathroom back into your shared bedroom. Even if his teasing kisses down your neck had been met with a “not tonight, Joshy, I’m sleepy,” he was still excited to see your pretty face when all was said and done. His face was illuminated by his phone as he scrolled through social media, a pillow in his arms as he waited for you to come and take its place.

“Shua,” you had dragged out his name as you stumbled back into the room. How much did the two of you drink again? Joshua wasn’t sure, but he was already clicking his phone off. “Move over.”

“This is my side,” he teased.

A groan. “So mean.... And on my birthday, too...” But he watched you make your way to his side anyway, and he slid over to give you room to nearly face-plant into the mattress.

From there, he could see how your face was still slightly wet from going through your cleansing routine. He could smell the moisturizer you used, too--fruity, because you always preferred those scents. He reached out, tugging at you slightly as he shoved the pillow back into its proper place.

“Pillow’s gone,” he said. “I’m here.”

Without answering, you moved, crawling into his arms and settling there. He held you against his chest, moving to press a tiny kiss against your neck.

“Josh--” You mumbled, only to burst into quiet giggles as he continued to press quick peck after peck against your skin, “that tickles.”

“I love you,” he said, smiling softly. He could feel himself already starting to drift off, and he stifled a yawn before planting another sleepy kiss against your neck. “Thank you for looking after me,” he squeezed around your stomach a little. “And for loving me.”

Your head dipped back, bumping against him. “You’re sappy tonight, huh...”

He chuckled against your neck, hot breath fanning your skin. “I mean it. Thank you,” another gentle squeeze, “for being a part of my life. And for saying yes when I asked you to be my girlfriend...” He paused, stifling another yawn. “Even though Jeonghan asked you out five minutes earlier to make me jealous...”

“I don’t like Jeonghan like that, silly.” With a few taps against his arms, he let you go. You turned over to face him, one hand reaching up to hold his face. “Josh. I think you drank too much, honey.”

Again, he just laughed softly. “I mean it!” He leaned in, planting one final kiss against your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, you sap.” You snuggled in closer, legs intertwining with his.

With one hand curled around your back, he’d begun to trace hearts with his fingers. “Thank you for being born,” he said softly. “I think... I think we’re soulmates.”

“Joshua...” You squeezed him gently. “Go to sleep, honey.”

“I mean it,” he said again, softer this time. “Happy birthday.” He nuzzled his head closer to your own, eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you for finding me.”

taglist: @twancingyunhao​ @wonuziex​ @synthetickitsune​ @cinnamoroxie​

[wooahaes]

after a long day is over, i’ll be next to you

pairing: non-idol!the8 x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k~

warnings: implications of reader not having good relationships in the past (although whether familial/romantic is left vague). food mentions, vaguely. reader being a lil bit of a sappy crybaby bc me <3

daisy’s notes: im an acts of service bitch through n through... its a curse sometimes tbh i just need to feel needed

Minghao considered himself to be someone who could hide things from you pretty well when it came to your birthday. Although he never hid big things--no big surprise parties with friends and family, no huge presents to knock you off your feet--he liked being more laid-back when it came to things. Last year, he’d been pushed by his friends to do something more than the casual dinner he had planned (stargazing with a little scavenger hunt to lead you to him via multiple balloons), and this year... Well. This year felt harder to define. Should he do more? Less? You weren’t big on celebrating, sure, but last year had been a delightful surprise for you. Were you expecting the same of him this year?

That was the hard thing about surprises: Do you continue to try and top them, or do you accept each memory as something individually special on its own? If nothing else, his friends would always have conflicting answers that’d leave him mildly frustrated enough to decide he’ll handle it on his own.

With each day slipping past faster than he expected, it left him to figure things out. He knew you. He knew you weren’t the kind of person who treasured physical presents as much as an experience, but that there were other things you liked more. That was why your early dates were things like trips to museums to see new exhibits, or sharing the same space as you read together in a cozy bookstore (once you were past the point of needing to fill empty spaces with conversation, and the two of you could appreciate the intimacy of being close to one another), or long walks together where his fingers would be tightly intertwined with your own and longing to stay that way far past when he walked you home. You’d liked stargazing with him last year, that was certain: intimate and a shared space and experience.

But... He knew there were things you liked more. He knew how you expressed your love for others: in taking care of them. He’d heard stories before he met you about the way you used to cook for Jeonghan and Seokmin, because they were your friends and sometimes they needed a home-cooked meal when both were too exhausted from work to fully function. He’d met Seungcheol, a work friend of yours, who would always sing his praises of how much you cared for him in cups of coffee made the way he liked it, and in sharing tasks when his workload was far more than he could handle (always volunteering when he didn’t want to ask for help, too: you knew him the same way you knew all your coworkers). Hell, even his coworker, Soonyoung, talked highly of the way you’d help him carry groceries to his and Jihoon’s apartment two floors above your own when he had too much to handle. The way you loved was etched in the way you lovingly would wrap a scarf around his neck in winter, always pressing a kiss against his lips before telling him to stay warm... and in the way you’d make soup for him, too, when sickness wracked his body when he failed to prepare for the weather well enough. His mom had told him to “take good care of his girlfriend” once when he recounted the story to her, and he promised both her and himself that he would. You were important to him, with love written into every caring action you took.

So the idea came to him. He took off work for a day, and kissed you goodbye the morning of your birthday, and teased you about the pout you held. You’d tried to take off, but with a coworker on maternity leave, you struggled with pushing for a day off. So you gave in and told him that you’d just save your vacation days instead and go off with him later in the year (for his birthday, he was guessing) so that the two of you could have a longer vacation. The moment you were gone for the day, he put himself to work doing the hard things. Chores were split evenly between the two of you (with the other picking up the slack when need be), but today would be different.

(Even if he did end up collapsing for a bit around noon, taking a quick cat nap before returning to work.)

When you came home, you’d called out for him. “Honey?”

He’d been plating dinner, finished just in time for you to return home. “In here!”

“Not even greeting me with a kiss...” You sighed, playing up the dramatics considerably. He smiled, listening to the way your voice grew closer. “How mean... I go to work all day to provide for us and this is how you--”

Only to stop as you looked over the apartment.

“... Hao?”

“Happy birthday,” he turned to you. “I took care of all the annoying things you hate doing.” He stepped forward, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips.

He watched you step forward again, looking around at how spotless the apartment had become. The dishwasher was already running now, just to remove the urge of you volunteering to do them when dinner was over (truthfully, he would have done them himself if he wasn’t so focused on getting dinner done right on time for you to come home). The blankets were neatly folded on the couch, freshly washed. And if you checked, you’d see where he did the laundry that had been needing to be done.

A moment later, you sniffled. “You meanie...” You reached up, wiping at your eyes. “You’re such a bully... Making me cry on my birthday... That’s what mean people do,” you turned back to him, immediately wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his shoulder.

His eyes had widened at first from the sudden action, but he snorted a second later, arms wrapping around you. “I love you, too,” he chuckled, stroking your hair. “I made your favorite for dinner. We should eat before it gets cold--”

Except you just squeezed him tighter, and he could feel his shoulder getting wet from your tears. Right... He knew you weren’t exactly used to being cared for so thoroughly. You’d cried on him before--and on friends, too. He could practically hear the time Vernon told him that all he did was buy you lunch for you to get a little misty-eyed, even though you’d done the same for him the week before.

That was okay, he thought to himself. He’d take care of you from now on. But he turned his face, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “Happy birthday,” he said again. “I’m glad you like the surprise.”

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[wooahaes]

why do you keep holding back when you feel emotional?

pairing: non-idol!dino x fem!reader

genre: fluff, very slight angst

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: mentions of reader having not-so-great past relationships. a sappy lee chan.

daisy’s notes: i wrote this after literally breaking down crying so kdsfhdsf hopefully this is comforting bc it comforted me <3

Despite only dating you for almost half a year, sometimes you swore that you’d been in love with Lee Chan for a lot longer. And to be honest, he felt the same way toward you.

His fingers were tangled with your own as he walked you home after the birthday dinner he had treated you to, talking idly about how your lunch date with friends had gone earlier. In his other arm is the cute, pale brown teddy bear that he had bought for you (he would have surprised you with it, but he wanted you to be the one to pick it out), its legs bouncing with every step the two of you took. Chan, as he walked you home, felt that he was fully, deeply enamored with you--and beyond that feeling, if he was feeling particularly bold. Even with his quiet apologies for not surprising you with a gift (you had told him it was okay--surprises weren’t exactly your favorite thing, after all), Chan had called you pretty as many times as he could. From the way you re-did your makeup for this birthday dinner (more-so freshening up what you had put on this morning), or the fact you had changed into a dress that’d match his outfit better, Chan thought you were beyond beautiful.

The two of you found yourselves standing outside of your apartment soon enough, a quiet desire resting between the two of you. All it took was one of you saying something out loud. But Chan shied away instead, gently pushing the bear into your arms.

“I hope you enjoyed this,” he said, although the vague word felt... too loose. Too wrong. “Dinner, I mean. A-And the walk, and--”

You had giggled, hugging the bear in your arms. “I did. Thank you, Channie.”

He’d rehearsed this next part... a little too many times before he left his apartment to pick you up (Seungkwan had yelled at him for hogging the bathroom, Vernon had told him that it’d be fine). “M-May I kiss you goodnight?”

(Truthfully, he kicked himself for stammering, but... When you looked at him so lovingly, he felt as though all words escaped him within seconds.)

Another warm giggle. “You may.”

He leaned forward, kissing you gently. It was far from the first time he’d done it, to be fair, but tonight felt more intimate. Far more special now that the two of you were dating and that he was your boyfriend taking you out for your birthday. He drew back, one hand cupping your cheek as he smiled.. only for it to fall as his next few words carried a newfound weight to them: “I love you.”

And, a moment later, your smile fell, too. Your breath hitched, and he went to apologize immediately as you began to cry. You did your makeup all special for this, and it only made him feel guilty that he was ruining it by making you cry.

“Baby, no, I’m sorry--”

And you shook your head, stopping him before he could console you any further. “I love you, too, Chan.”

Something inside of him just... broke. You hadn’t said it before. A few months ago, after he said it for the first time, you had told him it’d be hard for you to say it back. Your past relationships had hurt you deep enough, after all, so you didn’t feel safe saying those three words so soon. The two of you had exchanged ‘love you’s over text before, sure, but adding in that magical “I” in the front only made it more personal. More intimate. Chan swallowed hard, trying to hold back his own tears. You love him. He had told you that even without you saying it, he knew you cared for him. That you didn’t have to say it until you were ready, and he’d wait as long as it took even if that wait was forever, because your comfort was important. Something about seeing you cry because you felt it, too... Was it just so overwhelming for you to know?

And now he was crying in front of you as he realized that little fact, kissing you again as he mumbled it again against your lips. He would keep saying it, too, just so you knew.

“Channie,” you had pulled back. “Do you want to stay? We could watch a movie...”

With one more kiss, he agreed to. He followed you inside, and noticed the way your hands shook a little as you started to put things aside. He pressed a kiss onto your temple and told you to go get changed, he’ll get a movie set up and the blankets out. He knew where you kept them, after all. Even though he would end up falling asleep halfway through the movie, it was with you snuggled up close to him, and those five words echoing in every beat of his racing heart.

(”Happy birthday,” he’d mumble as he started to doze off. He had felt you shift beside him, and he wrapped his arm closer as his head fell against your own. “I love you.”)

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[wooahaes]

before i know it, the me of today hopes for the you of tomorrow

pairing: non-idol!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: one mention that pins down readers birthday as being a summer birthday. but mostly its just sappy, loving wonwoo.

daisy’s notes: he is boyfie shaped fr........ i will b thinking abt him forever

Wonwoo had a soft spot for the nights where you fell asleep in his lap while he was gaming.

Most of the time, it was because you hated going to bed alone unless you had to. You’d always been the more openly affectionate one in your relationship, and you’d told him outright one day (long after moving in together) that it felt weird to not fall asleep snuggled up close to him. So you’d come into the living room to where he was playing online with his friends on a game system rather than his PC, and you’d lay your head in his lap and watch... until you inevitably fell asleep every single time. He’d asked about it once, and you did have to confess that you didn’t intend to fall asleep. You just wanted to stay close with him until he was done, but the sound of his breathing was calming (even if the occasional things he said weren’t), and usually you ended up dozing off by accident.

Tonight was no different. He had his headset on, controller in hand, and your head using his lap as a pillow. Seungcheol was saying something about his plans to get in and play later this week when Wonwoo starting keeping an eye on the time. The clock ticked over to midnight, and he let out a quiet sigh as he waited for Seungcheol to finish speaking. The moment he did, he spoke up and said he was going to get off for the night.

“I‘ll see you tomorrow,” he said as he started to disconnect.

Only to hear Seungcheol’s quiet ‘tch.’ “We all know you took off today for her. You don’t have to hide it.”

Wonwoo smiled to himself. “That’s why I said I’d see you tomorrow.” Before he bid his farewell and disconnected from the game.

It was only light teasing, and it left him with a lovestruck smile on his face as he looked down at you. He reached out, fingers grazing the side of your face for a moment before he turned off the console. He’d plug in his controller in a few minutes. For now, he was going to admire you for a little longer...

Only for you to stir, finally looking up at him after glancing back at the TV. “You’re done?” Then you sat up, stifling a small yawn. “You didn’t play long...”

“That’s okay,” he said, reaching for the remote. He clicked the TV off, before turning to you. “I’m all yours for the next twenty-four hours.”

The way your brows had drawn together in slight confusion only made him smile. Being able to vex your brain and surprise you like this always made him happy, and maybe he had taken advantage of your sleepy state to be able to do it. He nodded toward the clock, and watched as you put the puzzle pieces together mentally before realization struck.

“Wonwoo--”

He had already slid a little closer to you, pulling you in for a soft kiss. “Happy birthday, my love,” he said as he leaned back, casually dropping the term of endearment just to see you smile. “Whatever you want to do today, I’ll do it.”

You didn’t have plans. Wonwoo knew you didn’t have plans, too. But the fact that he had cleared everything today in order to give you his full attention was sweet, considering he knew that you were used to people being too busy (or on vacation--the pains of a summer birthday) around your birthday. And of course it would be Wonwoo who knew that and found a way to say, without saying it, that he was there for you. That he’d always find time for you.

Maybe the sentiment would make you cry later... but for now you just leaned in to kiss him one more time before going to bed. The two of you could figure out plans when you woke up later. For now, you just wanted to cuddle with him and think vaguely about how you would spend the day with your beloved.

taglist: @twancingyunhao​ @wonuziex​ @synthetickitsune​ @cinnamoroxie​

[wooahaes]

i can’t stop (falling in love with you)

pairing: non-idol!seungmin x fem!reader

genre: fluff! very mildly suggestive content, though.

word count: 0.5k~

warnings: food mentions + slight suggestive lines (vague, but they’re there).

daisy’s notes: my brain throughout this when i mention jeongin: maknae on top oh-wooah-ohhh

“All I want for my birthday,” you had told Seungmin quietly, “is to spend a quiet night in with you.”

Seungmin, upon hearing this, had immediately thrown aside the plans he’d made. The small surprise party he was putting together? Out the window. The cake order he was going to make? Still made, but for a much smaller cake that the two of you could split (also ordered with your blessing: he outright asked what you wanted, you told him what flavors, and he surprised you through decorations he knew you’d like). The... maybe a little elaborate scavenger hunt idea that one of his friends put in his head as a way of keeping you distracted while they decorated the rest of his apartment? Also scrapped entirely, but filed away for maybe another special occasion since he knew you liked puzzles.

Ultimately, all he had to do was pick up the cake order, make dinner, and kick out Jeongin for the night. Easy... even if Jeongin did tease him about it later. Sure, he could have maybe stayed (although the “I’ll wear earphones! Just don’t be too loud with her.” comment was enough to justify kicking him out, joke or not), but you said you wanted to spend the night in with him. Not him and his friend/roommate. So Jeongin was banned from the apartment for the night, simple as that.

(Seungmin did allow him to hang around long enough to tell you happy birthday, even if Jeongin purposefully hugged you a little longer, sticking his tongue out at him while you couldn’t see. What a kid sometimes. He’d have to keep it in mind next time someone said Jeongin was an ‘old soul’ or whatever.)

There was no huge celebration between the two of you. You had dinner, and now the two of you were curled up on his couch, playing a video game together. He noticed the subtle way you grew closer to him over time until you were fully leaning against him, smiling to yourself over everything. He knew you liked spending time with him, but he’d never seen you genuinely glowing with happiness like this.

It was just a nice reminder that he was the extrovert between the two of you. Sure, you would go to parties and events with him when he asked (and sometimes on your own, too--you weren’t a complete homebody) with only the request that he hang out with you for some one-on-one time afterward while you recharged from the whole affair. He could take a step back and do something more casual for your day if that was the way you wanted to celebrate it.

He softly called your name, and leaned over to press a quick kiss against your cheek. “Happy birthday,” he said. “Are you happy?”

The look in your eyes, sparkling more than the stars in the sky outside, was enough to tell him. “I am,” you said, before giving him a proper kiss on the lips. “Thank you, Seungmin.”

He smiled, setting aside the controller so that he could hold your face, kissing you once more for real. “Good,” he hummed. “I love you.”

(... Even when his next teasing comment about having the apartment to yourselves for the night resulted in a gentle smack on the arm and a laugh from you.)

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[wooahaes]

connect the stars in the dark sky, our love line

pairing: non-idol!s.coups x fem!reader

genre: fluff!!

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: n/a just sappy cheollie... who does pout once in this lmao

daisy’s notes: every day i feel like this man bias wrecks me tbh

If there was one thing Seungcheol knew after dating you for a while, it was that you weren’t the biggest fan of gifts.

He’d had this conversation with you before. He liked the idea of giving you something that you could show off, and you always told him that just being there was enough for you. Even on your birthday, you always seemed happy enough to just have him present for a day that you didn’t care too much for--although your lukewarm feelings toward your own birthday was nothing compared to the genuine excitement you had whenever his came around. The lack of care towards birthday gifts, though, was the reason why Seungcheol had planned a cozy birthday date night for the two of you...

But, alas, Seungcheol was still Seungcheol. So he looked into what you would like, because he liked the idea of you showing off a ring or a bracelet or something to your friends with a happy little “my Cheollie bought this for me!” like you always did. Hell, the few times he was there to see you say it made him swell up with pride (and subsequently made fun of by his friends, but he could live with that if it meant he could hear your proud voice and see that pretty twinkle in your eyes).

So he toted out a small gift bag that he had put together for you, watching as you turned to face him from your spot on the couch. “I know we agreed no gifts...”

You had let out an immediate sigh, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips nevertheless. You knew him, after all: his stubbornness was sometimes endearing to you when it was for things like this. “Yes, Cheol?”

He sat down next to you, gently setting the bag in your lap. “Happy birthday,” he said softly, leaning in for a kiss. “I love you.”

You merely pecked him on the lips before turning your attention to his gifts (although your held-back giggle at his subsequent pout meant you knew he was hoping for a little more than a quick peck from you). “So what is it this year, Cheollie?” You teased a little, eyes glimmering. “I still wear the bracelet you bought me last year, you know...”

He practically glowed with pride at that: he knew. He always knew. He liked to watch you put it on in the mornings before work. He didn’t spoil you with gifts all the time, not as much as he wanted to, but he always took pride in knowing you well enough to find something you did like. “Look and see.”

Seungcheol watched as you pushed aside tissue paper, mumbling some comment that he must have gone overboard with it (he did). Yet he saw you perk up a little with intrigue as you pulled out a little music box he had ordered online.

“What’s this?”

“Wind it up and see.”

Another short sigh and a roll of your eyes: he’s impossible. But you smiled to yourself, opening the box and winding it up. The little tune it played was from that Ghibli movie you loved so much (the one with the moving castle--it’s name right on the tip of his tongue, and Seungcheol could already hear Jihoon yelling at him for forgetting it now), and he watched as a smile crossed your face once you recognized it. 

You looked up. “Aw... Cheollie--”

“That’s not all,” he said quickly. “There’s another thing. For us.”

Quirking a brow, you went back into the bag. “For.. us?” And then you pause, “Cheollie, if it’s that thing we were looking at, I already told you I’d rather us buy it together since it’s--”

Then you found it. He watched as you pulled out another box, hidden further underneath more tissue paper. With a curious look to him, you popped it open, only to find two necklaces joined together by tiny magnets. On their own, they looked like they were just these crystal-shaped pieces of metal, but together they formed a heart.

“I know you don’t like some heart shaped jewelry,” he said, one arm draped over the back of the couch. “But you like matching with me... I thought this would be more subtle.”

“Cheollie...” You looked up with a pout, “You’re so sappy...”

He laughed warmly, reaching over to pull you in closer. “I love you, too.”

“I mean it!” You whined, snuggling in. “You’re so sappy... Like you didn’t want to match with me, too.”

Maybe you knew him that well. The subtle way he’d always see what you were wearing first before finding a way to match you. Or the times he’d bought a new piece of clothing specifically because he knew you had something similar, like the time he showed up with a red shirt with black polka-dots all because it matched a dress you owned, even if Jeonghan told him he looked like a ladybug with it. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, you big dork,” you cuddled in closer to him. “You didn’t have to do all of this, though.”

“I wanted to.” He pressed a kiss onto your temple. “I only get to spoil my girlfriend so many days of the year...”

“You just want to show off.”

... Maybe that, too, just a little. “I like seeing you happy,” he insisted, although your laugh told him you saw through it entirely. “I do!”

“I know,” you giggled. “I love you. Thank you for the gifts, Cheol. You’re sweet.”

With a longer kiss from you, he pulled you back into his arms, letting you rest your head on his chest. Maybe in a few months, he’d surprise you with the ring you’d liked... and maybe with a question, too, that you’d see coming a mile away, just because you knew him that well.

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