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[11:27]

“Hey, wake up, the pancakes are gonna get cold” Johnny whispered. The dip in the bed from his knee had just woken you up from a deep slumber, but the whispering words and soft caress to your back was what made you open your eyes. You ignored him, murmuring something incoherent.

Since his efforts seemed to not make any disparity on your current state, Johnny had to recur to more rudimentary methods.

“What the- Johnny no!” You squealed through a newly found smile. Picking you up was one of your favourite of Johnny’s ticks (including but not limited to: humming along to any song ever and laughing as loud as humanly possible). However, since you were slightly hungover from partying the night before, his laugh was slightly less welcome.

As he let you down in the kitchen, you now detected the delicious smell, moaning audibly. He giggled at this, a rare sight for such a tall man, but you found it the most endearing.

He retrieved a chair, the one whose corresponding plate had chocolate chip pancakes, your favourite, of course he knew. As he took his seat in front you, you noticed the rare choice of breakfast: a single chicken breast, oh right, the poor guy had a comeback in a few weeks.

As you took your first bite, you closed your eyes relishing the slightly dry and underdone pancakes. You opened them and was Johnny smiling like an idiot, well, he’s still drunk from last night. Suddenly, your headache fell short compared to the warmth in your heart.

Laying down the fork, your took his face with both hands and brought it closer to yours.

“I love you” You whispered while placing a kiss to his forehead. His giggles then turned into a slight hum.

With your respective breakfasts forgotten, you took a moment to look into each other’s smile; god, we must look like we’re in a movie or some shit.

He murmured and you gladly obliged, sitting on his lap.

“You’re drunk, right?” You whispered as your head lay on his shoulder, hands playing with his.

“Nah,” to which you looked and quirked an eyebrow at, “just drunk in love.” He just makes in impossible to not adore him, how unfair.

Suddenly, you both broke into a fit of laughter remembering Taeil’s tipsy rendition of the Beyoncé song (with backing vocals by Jungwoo, obviously).

“Hold up, I have a video of when Chenle started doing Jay-z’s part.” You tried to stand but were held back by Johnny’s arm around your waist.

“Stay here, I’d rather keep you close.”

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[18:09]

You threw yourself on the bed, just having gotten back from a long day with the dreamies. It was the fourth or fifth time you had hung out with them, but Hyuck assured you they thought you were cool, ever cooler than him, but he wouldn’t admit that. “I know he is unbearable ninety percent of the time, but that ten percent is truly special” Mark had said to you while while you both watched as Hyuck poured salt on Jaemin’s black coffee. 

“Did you have fun today with the loser- I mean the gang?” He put up a peace sign and a duck face as soon as he said gang, earning a snort of laughter.

“Yeah, being with them is the only way to stand you. This way we can divide the effort by seven, it makes it much easier, really.” 

With an eye roll and a dramatic sigh, he climbed up on the bed and then kept crawling with that mischievous smile on until he was almost on top of you. When he aligned his face with yours, it took your breath away. His tan complexion contrasted with his bright eyes, the same ones you loved to see scrunch up whenever something remotely amusing happened (which was the reason you kept on showing him funny videos at random times). Down his cute boppable nose came his lips, which had now bent into a soft smirk, knowing exactly what was going through your mind.

“You are seriously so in love with me.” He teased, to which you teasingly pushed him away.

“Aish, you sure do know how to ruin a moment.” His smirk turned into an honest smile knowing you hadn’t refuted his previous declaration.

“So you agree, you think I’m the hottest person ever. Hotter than that actor whose butt is plastered all over your phone gallery?”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself. You must already know that I’m only dating you because of your battleground skills, it gives me street cred.”

Hyuck laid up on the bed just to dramatically throw himself back down on the mattress, fake crying. You giggled, laying down half on top of him, your feet dangling down the edge of the bed, toes curling to make up for the huge grin you were trying to supress. You leaned in closer to his face, where a smile was visible, he looked beautiful. Suddenly, placing a kiss to his lips seemed irresistible, to which he returned by deepening the kiss and bringing a hand up to your neck, caressing your cheek ever so slightly. He then slowly pulled away, his mind kept telling him to; he just wanted to witness your soft eyes and shy smile that appeared when he did this. It made those damn butterflies go crazy.