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Haii haiii, welcome to my peace space where I'll try to write little silly things about straykids !! If you have anything you want me to write about : requests are open !
❈ Synopsis : You come home sick and tired of life, you're about to sleep in your clothes of the day, to lazy to put pijamas on, but Chan enters home earlier, see you in a mess and doesn't accept it.
❈ Genre : fluff ; romance
❈ Characters Count : 3k
❈ Song Rec : Space Song by Beach House
❈ [Venus] : take care of youuu ! ♡
𝖄ou had a bad day. It was so long, it felt like a week passed but no. It was one single day. But at least you ended work sooner than usually.
You return home tired, you're cold, your hands and lips are dry, your hair is messy because of the wind, your head hurts a lot, and on top of everything : you feel like you can't do anything.
You close the house's door behind you, remove your shoes to take slippers and go slump down on the couch. You're too tired to put your pajama.
You're eyelids start to be too heavy for you to keep your eyes open. You're about to sleep like that, until you hear some open your door.
“Is someone here ? you heard.
— Hmm.”
The person walks in until the couch and kneels next to your lying body. You open one eye to see Bangchan's face then push your head further in the cushion.
He kneels down in front of you and puts his hand down on your head, patting you.
“Hey, is everything good ?
— Hmm.”
His eyebrows narrow. He lays his hand on your forehead.
“Wow, you're sick !
— Am I ? you say, batting your lashes in tiredness.
— Try to take a hot shower, I'll bring your pajama to you.”
Soon, you wake up with his help before he lets you go to the bathroom on your own. He goes to search for you a pajama. When you're in the room, you turn on yourself to face the mirror and watch your very pale face with, still, almost closed eyes. With a knock on the door, Chan enters and put the clothes in your hand, then, with a kiss on your head and some sweet words he leaves.
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Hot water, poured in a cup with a teabag, some cookies in the tray, next to it, and a glass of water. He takes the tray and walks through your shared room to put it on the dresser.
“Hun ? he's now close to the bathroom's door, waiting for you to answer.”
Instead of hearing your voice, you open the door and smiles softly at him.
He watches your dripping hair for some seconds, then, he enters the room you're in, takes the towel and push you until you're sitting on the queen-sized bed.
“Eat, it's for you.”
As you bite in a brownie, he sits behind you and dry your hair with the towel, carefully.
“Is it good ?”
You nod in answer.
“Lixie handed them to me this morning, he says as he braids your hair.
— I'll let you some.
— You don't have to, don't worry.
— It's because I'm full, you say with a sly grin.
— Oh, you're mean !
— I'm not mean, I'm just lovely.
— Liar !”
He tickles you until you apologize to him. And after some long seconds, he stops and continue to bread your head.
“Thank you, Channie.
— What ? Why ? he knot an elastic on the end of the braid.
— For taking care of me.”
Seconds pass.
“I'm your husband, Y/N. Of course I take care of you.”
You don't answer, and you feel, again, a kiss on your head as you almost finish the plate. Then, you lay on the bed and Chan covers you up.
And with that, the lasts words you heard before falling in Morpheus' arms were “I love you”.
❈ Synopsis : You're free from work earlier than usual and you won't work this weekend. You're about to spend your Friday as chill as possible, but you forgot you have a boyfriend who crashes at your house without at least telling you in advance.
❈ Genre : fluffy fluff romance ; romance but very fluffy ; did I mention it's fluff ?
❈ Character Count : 3.9k
❈ Song Rec : Nothing by Bruno Major
❈ [Venus] : I really wanted to post something on my bd, so here is my drabble, hope you'll like it (also don't mind the theme.. I'm still working on it...) ! Read well !!
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𝖄ou light the candles in the living room of your house, singing to the beat in harmony with the music of your playlist made specifically for moments like that, which you had, by the way, put on your television not so long ago. Next to you, your cat has already found his place on the living room's carpet, waiting for you.
Shutters still open, you could see that the sun will soon be ready to set. The soft perfume you had sprayed earlier goes through the whole of your house.
You feel at ease, calm. It was a Friday evening, you went out of work ahead of your schedule and you don't work this week. After entering your house, you fed Cherry, your cat, then you cleaned every room and you went to shower. You had organized this evening on your way home, and after showering, you had planned to cook something to eat, nothing big : cookies and a homemade fruit juice, with a treatment mask on your face, before organizing your living room. A little snack for a moment of peace.
You put down the lighter in its respective drawer and then you prepare yourself, rolling up your sleeves, to do the most important task : move your couch and put a blanket with some pillows and plushies on it.
When you're approaching your couch, ready to put into practice your assignment, the ringtone of your phone echoes louder than the soft music.
You take your cell phone out of your pyjama pocket and the screen lights up, showing off a name you read ‘Know-Know’ on an unflattering picture of the young man.
You feel confused, but your finger slide on the screen.
“Hello ? you starts.
— Good evening, are you at your house ?”
Your eyebrows narrows, Minho and you were dating for a little while, true, but you both agreed to live separately for now because no matter how much you love each other, living together when your jobs schedules and working conditions are completely different did not arrange : he's a dancer and a singer, an idol and you are not. And, it wasn't that bad because you always go out together or plan sleepovers.
“I am, why ? you ask him.”
He does not answer you, and you hear the opening of your front door with a little “Surprise !”. His silhouette comes closer to you and you see, by the weak light of the candles, a smirk on his face while he, you suppose, hangs up and puts his phone in his pocket.
Immediately, you put your own down and walk up to him. His arms regain your waist, he tightens his embrace and you hide your face in the hollow of his neck.
“What are you doing here ? you question.
— I no longer have the right to see my lover ? Maybe I'm disturbing you.. you were about to do something particular, mh ? he retorts.
— No, you say in a murmur.
— Is that so ? Then why would you put yourself in such a mood ?
— I have a weekend off, you remove your face from his face and face him, I wanted to rest a little.”
He loved to tease you, but following your sudden timidity, he giggles a bit and explains that he has a weekend off too. He then, with a peck on your lips, lets you out of his arms and asks :
“You need some help ?”
You request him to help you out with the couch and explains what you had planned.
“Ask correctly.”
You sigh at his saying.
“You're not funny.
— Wrong answer, he responds.”
Cherry passes in front of his feet, Minho lower himself and pet the animal while humming the music in the background.
“Minho.
— Look at her, Cherry, she orders me to do a task she would have done without me, without even being polite with her elder.
— Fuck you.
— Now she's using bad words, the cat meows, see ? Even Cherry is on my side.”
You roll your eyes and say, despite yourself :
“Dear lovely Lee Know, would you be so kind as to help me move the couch ? May you help your lovely partner ?”
Used to your strange desires of sleeping everywhere but in your bed, he stands up without questioning, let the cat, and peck at your check with a “anything for you, love” and then he goes to move the couch while you whisper between your teeth a “coward”, but you can't stop smiling.
He successfully moves the couch and you bring a blanket and some pillows that he arranges on the sofa. He turns off the television while you turn back to your room to search your plushies and you put them over the blanket. Then, you bring the food you have cooked.
“So kind, you even thought of feeding me, he says falsifying his move.
— Minho, I swear- I'm about to call Chan.”
He raises his hands, looking innocent, with a “sorry”.
Both of you laughed and sat down. He asks what you wanted to do, and you show him a game on your phone and oblige him to play with you, and he does. After many games where you lose miserably, you team up and reach the top 3 every game.
You finally stop playing after those wins and you go to your room pretexting that you have “forgotten something”. When you come back, his glance falls on the box you hold carefully between your hands.
“Don't even think about it, he tells you wanting his tone to be cold.
— Please, and i'll let you eat the cookies and drink the juice for free.
— That's a no.
— So you hate me ? you argue wishing to provoke pity.”
When he finally sighs a “fine”, you sit next to him in a hurry and take out your hair clips.
“Look ! It's every Hello Kitty's character on top of each, they are so cute ! you exclaim.
— You know what's even surprising ? The fact that I had never seen them.
— Haha.. it might be a little funny but I went out with Seungmin, Changbin, Hyunjin and a Jeongin and they showed it to me telling me to buy it and try it on you.
— Oh those little..”
You peck his cheek and say
“And of course my boyfriend will accept to let me play with his hair because he loves me so much.
— To the moon and back, to my misfortune.”
You take one hair clip and clip it on his hair while you tell each other how went your day whilst eating your cookies and drinking your homemade juice.
After finishing, you take a picture of the top of his head to show him – and send it to his group a bit later but he doesn't need to know this. When you make fun of him, calling him a “cutie” a dozen times, he traps you in his arms and lays both of you down. You burst out laughing when he tickles you, he makes you say “sorry king Minho" and forces you to blow out the candles you had lightened up earlier and close the shutters.
When you come back, he's still laying, on his phone that you appropriate yourself. You do not lose any time and put your head on his chest, scrolling on his phone, letting him see the screen with you. He's patting your head until you feel tired, you put his phone aside and hugs a plushie. Minho is behind you, he surrounds you with his arms as the cat is laying on the top of the couch, near you.
“I missed you, he says placing his head in your neck.
Hai haiii, I'm Venus, I am not born in a native english speaker, and idk how to present myself..
I love : Attack On Titan, Eminem, music in general, cartoons, sudoku, movies, series, and litterature
If I have favourite characters um.. Levi Ackerman, Hua Mulan, a lot of jjk characters, and idk.. Mushu (from Mulan).
I don't know what to elaborate, feel free to ask if your curious but just know that if I'm uncomfortable with the question I won't answer.
Anyway, everyone is welcome here :)
