"i'm gonna get going", wonwoo says as he zips his backpack.
"yeah, okay", but you don't even look at him.
"i'll text you once i get there", he tries out, testing the waters. you still don't look up from your phone.
"okay."
he bites back a laugh by pressing his lips together.
"i'm leaving that book you wanted to read, it's on my desk."
"thank you."
wonwoo knows. he knows you're just trying to play it cool and pretend you're not sad - and maybe ignoring him is the best way -, but he can't buy that today. not today. so he walks up to you, standing in front of you on the couch, his tall and broad frame blocking the light that's coming from the window.
"are you mad at me?", but he knows the answer. not at him, maybe just at korea's government.
you finally look at wonwoo, bright eyes staring at him through your eyelashes. his hair is way too short - vernon's buzzcut kind of short -, his glasses are a bit crooked and he has no business looking that good in a plain black t-shirt.
ugh, damn jeon wonwoo.
"i'm not mad", you sigh. "i'm just..."
you shrug, but he gets the feeling.
"come here, let me say bye to you."
"i don't want to. you're not going anywhere, i don't know what you're talking about. for as long as i'm concerned, you're just traveling with your members for a while."
"that fantasy could easily work if mingyu wouldn't be pesting you while i'm gone", wonwoo chuckles. "but i'll tell him to go easy on you, to indulge you."
you roll your eyes, getting up from the couch and hugging wonwoo as tight as you can. i mean, it's not like he's gonna spend years away; you know that as soon as he's finished with training, he'll come back to you (and to mingyu, for that matter). but still, it feels a bit bittersweet, doesn't it?
"call me everyday", you tell him, your cheek pressed against his chest.
"you know i can't, babe. but i'll do my best to contact you."
your tiny and defeated 'okay' makes wonwoo chuckle again. he plants a kiss on the top of your head, letting himself smell your shampoo too. as always, it smells like home to him.
and, fuck, he isn't even out that door yet, but he can't wait to come back home already.
a/n: go and serve well, wonwoo. hope you get to rest a bit, we'll be waiting for you. i love you. ❤️🍒
tags: non-idols, fluff, soulmates(ish), established relationship, wonwoo watches yn paint by the river :3
warnings: pet names (baby), yn is of a skin colour that can get sunburn
summary: you're raspberry pink, and wonwoo is pistachio green.... unfortunately (not), that's all it takes for his soul to be permanently bonded to yours.
Soulmate.
You’ve never really liked the word. There’s always been something rather—disappointingly predetermined, about it. Like a soulmate is someone that you simply find one day and, suddenly, you realise they’re your other half. The last puzzle piece to your life. Like you were imperfect, incomplete, missing something, before you met. That always felt wrong.
Despite this, Wonwoo is most certainly your soulmate.
“What do you think?”
Wonwoo looks up at your voice, leaning over to peer over your shoulder, and he pauses contemplatively as he considers.
“Very pretty,” he says finally, the smile warm in his voice. “I like the pink you used.”
He points at your painted blossoms, dark pink and delicate, alive against the flat yellow page of your half-finished painting. The compliment earns him a brilliant smile from you, and his own smile widens, pleased.
You’ve been at this for a while now, hunched over your mini sketchbook as Wonwoo twiddles his thumbs on the bench beside you. To any passersby who see you painting by the river, lost in your own world, it looks like you’re cruelly ignoring your boyfriend on a picture-perfect day on the picture-perfect date, but it’s actually quite the opposite.
In fact, Wonwoo offered to bring you here to do just this.
Today is quite honestly the most gorgeous day of the entire year, with the sunlight a dainty white-gold, spilling over the water and making even the grass glow. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and by some miracle, they haven’t disappeared even though the weekend has arrived. They rustle quietly in the spring breeze, soft as marshmallows, pink as cherub’s lips. Some of their petals snow down when the wind hits them just right, and you lift your head in wonder at the sight of the pink blending with the green blades of grass.
Your head is blissfully quiet, devoid of any whispers of worry or stress. All that exists is you, the beautiful landscape, and your sketchbook.
Oh, and Wonwoo, of course.
Wonwoo, who read your mind like it was nothing, who had known, even before you did, that you wanted to leave the house today and take some time to empty your brain and paint mindless landscapes by the river and let the hours pass you by.
Beautiful, wonderful Wonwoo, who had done all of that with a simple “Shall we go out today?” and a beautiful, wonderful shine in his eyes.
It’s like he really does know you. In a way that only a soulmate would.
He watches you now, quiet, taking in the way you dip your paintbrush into your paints, brushing tiny strokes across the page, pausing every now and then to observe your own movements before carrying on. He can’t help the smile that permanently lifts the corners of his lips: you’re so obviously in your element, relaxed and happy, and he’s so pleased to see you so content.
Wonwoo quite honestly has nothing to do right now. He didn’t bring anything to occupy himself, and it doesn’t feel right to go on his phone when nature is bright and alive all around him, so he just watches you.
It’s quite nice. You’re very pretty. Everything about you is so—pretty, and from the twitch of your eyelashes to the frown of your brow when you concentrate, there’s something so uniquely you about it that he adores. You have the prettiest, kindest, loveliest soul he’s ever seen, and he loves seeing the way you practically glow whenever he’s by your side. He loves knowing that he can make you feel that way, that you feel comfortable enough to be so soft and vulnerable with him in a way you never are with others.
Makes him feel like he’s your soulmate, almost. He knows you don’t believe in that kind of thing, but for him, you really are his soulmate. So he hopes he’s yours, too.
“I really like these blossoms,” you say abruptly, and Wonwoo blinks back into the present. You’re not looking at him, instead squinting at the blossom trees on the other side of the river, but Wonwoo gives you his full attention anyway, wide-eyed and attentive.
“Really? Why these ones?”
“They’re raspberry pink,” you say, mixing more of the dark pink to paint your flowers. You look up and meet Wonwoo’s gaze, a smile crinkling the corners of your eyes. “It’s rare to find blossoms that are this kind of pink. It’s so pretty.”
Wonwoo softens. “I see,” he says thoughtfully. “You’re right, we don’t see this colour of blossoms very often. They really are rare and pretty.” Then he smiles, the frames of his glasses glinting in the sunlight. “But nothing is as pretty as you.”
That makes you laugh, head tilted back, laughter like bright bursts of light, and Wonwoo’s heart swells.
“You’re just obligated to say that, ‘cause you’re my boyfriend,” you say teasingly. Both of you know that’s a lie, however. Wonwoo would love you to the ends of the world, even if you didn’t feel the same.
Wonwoo goes along with it anyway.
“You’re right,” he says solemnly, abruptly stoic-serious, and it makes you laugh again. “I’m contractually bound to call you the prettiest being in existence.”
You rub at your cheek with a paint-stained hand, grinning. “Damn right you are. I made that contract.”
“Yes, you did,” Wonwoo says, and he can’t help the fondness that seeps in as you go back to your sketchbook. He can see the way you begin to disconnect from the world again, can see the exact moment his own voice becomes muffled to your ears. Wonwoo smiles, fond. “And I was so infatuated with you that I signed it right away.”
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When the heat finally gets too much for you, you finally stretch and set your paints aside, giving your boyfriend a smile.
“Finished?” Wonwoo asks, and you shake your head.
“No way. If I could paint more, then I would, but I think I have sunburn on my wrists now,” you say with a laugh, and Wonwoo chuckles.
“That’s plausible. We’ve been sitting here for a while,” he says, and begins helping you pack away. Gently, you blow against your still-wet pages as Wonwoo gathers your brushes and paints. You turn to him once he’s finished, a pout on your lips.
“I don’t think this is dry,” you say sadly, as Wonwoo packs your things away into a bag he brought with you. “I’m gonna have to hold the book like this all the way home.”
Wonwoo smiles. “Don’t worry. I’ll shield you from any strong wind.”
You laugh. “Thank you, baby. You’re the best. I was more worried that I wouldn’t be able to hold your hand, though.”
“Ah.” His smile drops comically fast as he contemplates this oh-so serious matter. “It’s okay. In the name of art, I’ll go home with my hands empty. It’s fine.”
“Thank you for your noble sacrifice,” you say, and Wonwoo laughs. “Come on, let’s go home.”
You have no idea what time it is as Wonwoo turns you by your elbow and slowly walks you home. The sun is still out, and there’s still a light breeze rustling the grass, so time has done that weird thing where it feels like it’s stopped. But you don’t really have a desire to know how long you’ve spent by the river. It’s not like it really matters.
There are worse things in life than spending 6+ hours painting by the riverside, anyway.
“Say,” you say abruptly, and Wonwoo looks over. “Do we have any cake at home?”
Wonwoo hums. “I’m afraid not. But I can stop by the store and get some, if you want.”
“Oh, definitely,” you say. “This is certainly cake-eating weather. We need to have some cake and eat it, Wonwoo.”
He laughs. “Alright. Let’s put the paints away and I’ll go get a cake, then. Which one should I get? Pistachio, as usual?”
“As usual,” you confirm. “Though…” Your voice trails off, and you look down at your painting in your hands, the bright splashes of raspberry pink blinking up at you.
It’s like Wonwoo reads your mind.
“Shall I get some raspberries to put on it, too?” he asks, and smiles when you brighten in excitement. “Okay, I’ll do that.”
You sigh happily. “God, Wonwoo, you really are my soulmate.”
Wonwoo stumbles a little, tripping over air. “I—really?”
“Of course,” you say, and laugh when his eyes widen in disbelief. “Hey, I might hate the concept of soulmates, but I’ll still love my own. You’re like, literally the love of my life. I wasn’t broken before I knew you, but you make me feel even happier than if I was just by myself.” You gesture with your head to the sketchbook in your hands. “You let me paint by the river, you buy me cake without batting an eye, you literally love me with every fiber of your being. Never before have I felt so loved until I met you.”
Wonwoo is—he’s your boyfriend, but he’s also more than that. He’s your carbon copy, your polar opposite, your safe space, your happiness, the light in your life. He’s the green of new growth, the warmth of spring, the softness of baby ferns against your sharp, citrusy pinks.
He’s your soulmate, in the fact that his soul was made to reside next to yours: both whole, both perfect, both beautiful, but all the more overjoyed with one another by their side.
Wonwoo looks a bit teary-eyed at your words, to be honest. There’s a shine to his eyes that makes them sparkle in the pale sunlight, soft with adoration, and you can feel the way his heart is melting.
“You’re my soulmate too,” he says, warm as love. “I want to make you happy for the rest of your life.”
And as you walk with him, under the spring sun, an open sketchbook in hand as he carries your paints, promising to buy you the cake you wanted, the word soulmate leaving his lips, light as flowers—you find yourself knowing that he really will.
pairing chwe hansol x fem!bestfriend!reader
about fluff | 1.1k words | best friends to lovers
summary hansol always has that look in his eyes
warnings written in lowercase, mentions of alcohol consumption, another girl talking to hansol, and calling reader "y/n"
note i should be writing my midterm paper but i saw a tiktok of vernon staring at people when they talk and so here we are
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CLUBS WEREN’T USUALLY YOUR VIBE.
the bass, the crowd, the sticky floors—all of it was fine in small doses, but not something you often sought out.
still, when seungcheol proposed a night out to have fun before the days got colder, and hansol turned to you with that soft, coaxing smile and said, “you’re coming, right?”—your resistance caved in a heartbeat.
that’s how you ended up here, sandwiched in a booth with the boys at a lounge-style club with neon lights painting everything in shades of violet and gold. the music thumped through your chest, and the alcohol caused you to flush slightly red.
hansol had been sitting next to you the whole night—his thigh brushing yours, his arm lazily slung across the back of the booth behind you. you had spent the last hour laughing at chan’s dramatic reenactment of junhui trying to flirt in three languages, and every time you laughed, hansol smiled like you were the only one he could hear.
“i’m getting us another round,” hansol said suddenly, sliding out of the booth. “same for you?”
you nodded, your fingers brushing his as you handed him your empty glass. “yeah, thanks, sol.”
hansol smiled at you, then his signature look—eyes soft like you were something to memorize. soon he disappeared into the crowd.
you waited.
minutes passed. you watched the booth shift around you—soonyoung pulling jihoon and minghao to dance, seokmin whining about his lost jacket, and wonwoo trying to stop jeonghan from stealing his drink. everyone else already at the dance floor. it was a normal night out with your best friends.
but still no sign of hansol.
curious, you stood and scanned the bar. and that’s when you saw him.
leaning against the counter, two drinks in hand, talking to a girl. she had long, sleek hair, one hand twirling around the straw in her glass, the other tucked flirtatiously under her chin. and hansol… he was smiling.
that look. the one he always gave you. warm. intent. like he was listening with his whole soul.
but this time, it wasn’t for you.
you stomach twisted.
you forced yourself back into the booth and sat in silence, pretending to check your phone. the laughter around you felt like static, but little aches behind your ribs grew heavier with each second.
“you good?” jeonghan slid into the seat beside you with a fresh drink after failed attempts to take wonwoo’s.
you offered a tight smile. “yeah, just a little tired.”
jeonghan was smarter than that. you were having fun until hansol left, sitting quietly ever since. so, jeonghan followed your previous gaze.
to hansol.
to the girl.
and then right back to you.
a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “it’s hansol.”
your heart jumped. “what?”
he leaned in, whispering low. “you look upset. like someone just walked off with the last piece of your favorite cake.”
you scoffed. “it’s not like that. it’s really nothing.”
jeonghan raised a brow, clearly not buying it. “mm. sure.” you hated how your best friend could read you so well.
you stood abruptly, waving jeonghan off with your hands. “i’m heading home. i’ll see everyone next time, okay?”
jeonghan asked, voice gentler now, “want me to tell him?”
you shook your head. “no, he looks like he’s having a good time.”
you slipped out the exit, letting the cool night air hit your cheeks. you didn’t know if it was the drinks or just your heart pulling you downward, but your chest ached.
then—“y/n!”
you turned around in the direction of the club.
hansol jogged toward you, the club lights casting a faint halo behind him. “why are you leaving already? you were fine when i left.”
yoon jeonghan will so be hearing from you tomorrow.
you looked away. “it’s nothing. i’m just tired. you should head back inside, you seemed busy.”
your best friend frowned. “y/n. come on. you think i wouldn’t notice if something’s off?”
you didn’t answer.
hansol sighed, stepping closer. “okay, then i’m walking you home.”
you blinked. “sol, you don’t have to—”
“i want to,” he said firmly.
you walked in silence for a while. the streets were quiet, the night air slightly cold. it should have been a peaceful walk home, but your thoughts churned.
you glanced at him. “so… who was the girl?”
hansol looked over, confused. “what girl?”
“the one you were talking to at the bar.”
he blinked, then laughed softly. “oh her? she was asking about mingyu.”
“what?” you stopped walking and he followed your actions.
hansol shrugged. “she wanted to know if mingyu was single. apparently, they were meeting eyes the whole night and she saw us sitting in the same booth, so she assumed i knew him.”
you stared at the pavement. “oh.”
hansol‘s voice was calmer. “wait, were you jealous?”
your head snapped up and your heart stuttered.
you opened your mouth—but no words came.
he smiled, almost to himself. “y/n…”
“yes?” you mumbled.
you turned, only to find him looking at you with that expression again—the one you thought was only reserved for you.
“you’re so blind,” he said softly.
you swallowed. “what does that mean?”
hansol took a step closer to you.
“i’ve looked at you like this for years,” he murmured. “everyone’s told me—the guys tease me all the time. jeonghan says i look at you like you’re the answer to a question i’ve been asking my whole life.”
your breath hitched. “what?”
“you kept brushing it off, so i thought i just needed to wait. like if i stayed close, maybe one day you’d finally see me.”
hansol added quietly. “so, do you see me now?”
you couldn’t speak, shocked.
“god, i’m in love with you, y/n,” he said, voice trembling slightly. “i don’t know when it started—maybe when you dragged me through that rainstorm because you wanted ramen, or when you fell asleep on my shoulder during movie night, or maybe from the first time i met you. but i love you.”
the world tilted slightly. chwe hansol has loved you this whole time.
you let out a shaky breath. “sol, i’m in love with you, too.”
hansol’s eyes widened—then softened, impossibly more than before.
and just like that, the space between you disappeared. he leaned in slowly as if asking without words, and when your hand found his shirt and pulled him closer, that was answer enough.
his lips brushed against yours—warm, tender, unhurried. like the world wasn’t rushing like it never would again.
you pulled back just enough to whisper, “so, you really do look at me like you’re in love.”
pairing yoon jeonghan x fem!reader
about fluff | 2.1k words | best friends to lovers
summary jeonghan wants to make your birthday special.
warnings mention of calling reader "y/n". reader is a producer for hybe but it’s only mentioned in the beginning.
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괜히 말해주기 싫지 어딜 가게 될지 아직은 no way
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- "holiday" by seventeen
Being best friends with all thirteen members of SEVENTEEN was not exactly how you had pictured your life when you first joined HYBE as a producer.
At first, you were just a co-worker, someone who worked behind the scenes, helping with their music. But somehow, over time, you became family. From Seungcheol’s big brother energy to Chan's endless antics, you had a bond with every single one of them.
But if you had to pick someone who felt a little too close, and a little too persistent in making sure he was part of your daily life, it was Yoon Jeonghan.
Unlike the others, he sought you out more than necessary.
Sure, all of your thirteen friends loved teasing you, but Jeonghan made it a full-time job. He was constantly in your space, poking your cheeks, ruffling your hair, texting you late at night about random things just because he knew you’d answer.
And that was the problem.
At some point, you fell for him.
But with Jeonghan, it was impossible to tell if he was serious or just being himself. He flirted like it was second nature, throwing around compliments and sweet gestures so effortlessly that it had to be meaningless.
It wasn’t just with you either, he was naturally charming with everyone.
So, for your sanity, you kept your feelings to yourself. You buried them deep, convinced that if you ignored them long enough they would go away.
No one, not Seungkwan, not Mingyu, not even Jisoo who you confided in about other personal matters, knew about your crush. And you planned to keep it that way.
[9:58 pm]
The private dining room at the restaurant was full of your closest friends. Everyone arrived slowly, so most of them were more drunk than the ones who arrived later. You found entertainment in watching Soonyoung and Seungkwan's red faces already play fighting near you.
“Here, this one’s from me,” Seokmin said, sliding a neatly wrapped box in your direction.
“Mine too!” Junhui grinned, nudging his gift onto the table.
One by one, everyone handed over their presents, teasing you about how they had outdone each other.
“Mine’s the best,” Soonyoung declared.
“Yours is probably a tiger plushie,” Minghao deadpanned.
“…And?”
Everyone laughed as you eagerly opened each gift, thanking them. Throughout the entire night, you noticed how Jeonghan barely left your side.
“You’re just here for the free food, aren’t you?” you teased, taking a sip of your drink.
Jeonghan smirked. “Of course. You think I’d show up just for you?”
You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, Jeonghan suddenly excused himself.
“I’ll be back,” he said, standing up. “Bathroom.”
You didn’t think much of it, until Seungkwan and Chan did.
“So,” Chan started, leaning in. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”
You sighed. “Nothing. You guys are all busy, remember? That’s why we’re doing this tonight.”
Seungkwan gave Chan a very obvious look before turning back to you. “Right. Totally.”
For some reason, they both looked excited. Suspiciously so.
“Why do you guys look like you know something I don’t?” you narrowed your eyes.
“No reason!” they both said at the same time.
You opened your mouth to demand an answer, but suddenly, the lights in the room went out.
A beat of silence.
Then the glow of candles illuminated the space as Jeonghan walked in, carrying a pretty birthday cake.
Everyone burst into singing, their voices echoing off the walls as you sat there, completely stunned.
Jeonghan was the one holding the cake with the biggest grin, probably proud that he had managed to get the candles across the room without it turning off. His eyes never left yours as he stood in front of you, waiting for you to blow out the candles.
“Make an early wish, birthday girl,” he murmured.
Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you closed your eyes, made your wish, and blew out the candles.
Everyone cheered, and immediately, it was photo time.
“Y/n, hold the cake!” Jihoon instructed from the other end of the table.
You barely had time to pose before you felt something cold and sweet on your nose.
Your eyes widened. “Did you just—”
Jeonghan grinned innocently as he wiped frosting off his finger. “You looked too serious. I fixed it.”
Laughter erupted as Wonwoo and Soonyoung rushed to take photos of your reaction. You mentally noted to ask Wonwoo for his photos as Soonyoung was barely able to turn on his phone.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, reaching for a napkin.
Before you could wipe your nose, Jeonghan snatched the tissue from your hand.
“Here,” he murmured, dabbing at your skin himself.
The entire table fell silent.
You could feel everyone staring.
Jihoon was visibly holding back a smile. Soonyoung had to cover his mouth to stop himself from saying something. Even Hansol, of all people, raised an eyebrow.
You tried to ignore the way your heart was pounding.
[11:59 pm]
After dinner, Jeonghan offered to walk you home, which wasn’t unusual but something felt different.
He kept glancing at his phone every few minutes, looking almost nervous.
“Are you waiting for a text?” you finally asked, glancing at him briefly before staring at the pavement as you walked.
He slid his phone back into his pocket. “Nope.”
You frowned, but before you could press him further, Jeonghan suddenly stopped walking.
You turned to face him, confused. “What’s wrong?”
He glanced at his watch.
And then, right as the clock struck midnight, he smiled.
“Happy real birthday.”
Your breath caught in your throat.
“I wanted to be the first to say it,” he added, voice softer now.
Your chest tightened. Why was he like this?
“Thank you,” you whispered.
Jeonghan exhaled through his nose, looking almost relieved. “And as for your birthday gift…”
You raised a brow. “Oh? Do I finally get to find out what it is?”
He grinned. “Yep. Cancel your plans because you’re spending the day with me.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“You planned something?”
His smirk softened into something more sincere. “You’ll see. Just be ready in the morning.”
You swallowed. “Okay… goodnight, then.”
“Goodnight, birthday girl.”
As you walked into your apartment, your stomach flipped with anticipation.
Tomorrow, it would be just the two of you.
And maybe, just maybe, something would change.
[10:03 am]
The next morning you stood by your window, watching as a familiar car pulled up in front of your building.
Jeonghan.
Your stomach did a nervous flip as you grabbed your bag and rushed downstairs, stepping into the crisp morning air.
Jeonghan was leaning against his car, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Good morning,” he greeted, opening the passenger door for you.
“You’re suspiciously cheerful,” you muttered as you slid into the seat.
He shut the door behind you, walking to the driver’s side. “Why wouldn’t I be? I get to spend the whole day with my favorite person.”
Your heart nearly exploded.
You played it off with a scoff. “You have thirteen favorite people, Jeonghan.”
He smirked as he started the engine. “Yeah, but you’re my actual favorite.”
You turned your face towards the window, trying to hide your smile.
As Jeonghan drove, the city gradually gave way to winding roads and open fields, the countryside stretching before you like a peaceful painting.
"You still haven't told me where we're going," you said, breaking the comfortable silence.
Jeonghan glanced at you with his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"
You sighed dramatically. "What if you're kidnapping me?"
He chuckled. "Then, at least you're being kidnapped by the Yoon Jeonghan."
You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest wouldn’t go away.
[1:14 pm]
Jeonghan pulled into a quiet coastal town.
Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of an Airbnb tucked near the shore. It looked like something out of a movie—white walls, a small porch, and waves crashing in the distance.
"Jeonghan…" you breathed. "You prepared all this for me?"
He cut the engine and turned to you with a smile. "It was nothing."
You stepped out of the car, taking in the salty air, the golden sand, and the endless stretch of ocean.
“This is insane,” you murmured, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you planned this surprise when you've been busy lately.”
Jeonghan grabbed your bag from the trunk. “I told you, I wanted today to be special.”
[05:27 pm]
The day passed in a blur of shared laughter, stolen glances, and moments that felt heavier than they should have.
Jeonghan had planned everything—from breakfast at a tiny beachside café to a spontaneous shopping trip at a local market. Every time you looked at him, he was already looking at you.
He adjusted your scarf when the wind got too strong.
He held your wrist to guide you through the streets.
He brushed sand off your hair after you sat by the shore.
As the sun began to set, you and Jeonghan walked along the beach shore, your shoes in hand, the waves lapping at your ankles.
The sky was painted orange and pink, the air cool, and the moment too perfect.
And then, Jeonghan reached for your hand. It was so casual that you almost didn’t realize it at first.
But then he tightened his grip, lacing his fingers through yours.
You stopped walking.
He did too.
"Jeonghan?"
He turned to face you, his expression unreadable.
And then, softly he began, "I like making you happy."
Your breath caught.
"I think…" He exhaled, his free hand coming up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "I think I've always liked making you happy. And I don’t want to stop."
The ocean roared in the background, but all you could hear was the pounding of your own heart.
“What are you trying to say?” you carefully asked.
He smiled, his grip on your hand tightening. “I’d really like to be something more,"
A pause.
"I have feelings for you."
The words sent a shiver down your spine.
You swallowed, suddenly unable to think straight. “Jeonghan, are you being serious?”
He let out a breathy laugh. “Y/n. When have I ever been more serious in my life?”
You hesitated, your emotions a tangled mess. “I just… I thought I read all the signs wrong. You flirt with everyone, so I thought…”
Jeonghan sighed, shaking his head with a small smile.
“I don’t flirt with everyone,” he murmured. “I flirt with you.”
Your lips parted slightly in surprise.
“I do all of this,” he gestured between you two “because I love you, Y/n. More than you expect. Not as a best friend.”
A beat of silence.
"But if you don’t feel the same, I get it.” His voice was quieter now, hesitant. “I just couldn’t let today end without finally confessing to you.”
And suddenly, you knew.
You knew because this feeling had been in your heart for so long that you couldn’t even remember when it started.
You love him.
And for the first time, you weren’t afraid to show it.
Without another word, you stepped closer, standing on your tiptoes, and pressed your lips against his.
Jeonghan froze for a second as if caught off guard, but then he melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
The waves crashed around you, but all you could focus on was him. The warmth of his lips, the way he held you like you were something fragile yet irreplaceable.
When you finally pulled away, breathless, Jeonghan let out a soft laugh, his forehead resting against yours.
“So…” he murmured, voice tinged with amusement, “does this mean I didn’t ruin things?”
You smiled, your hands still resting on his chest. “No, it means you’re officially my boyfriend now.”
His eyes sparkled, his grin widening. “Say that again?”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “I said you’re my—”
Before you could finish, Jeonghan kissed you again, stealing the words right from your lips.
In that moment, you knew this was just the beginning of many more birthdays with him.
seungcheol's eyes are still red, wet and puffy when he walks into your shared apartment. he sighs, puffing his cheeks and pouting just like a little kid.
his pout gets bigger when he hears you giggling.
"what?", seungcheol asks in a sharpy, cute tone, while he takes his shoes off and wear his slippers. "did you see it too?"
"i guess everyone saw it, babe."
seungcheol groans, using the sleeve of his black t-shirt to wipe his eyes. there's no sign of makeup on his face now, so his skin is all clear, with its natural flaws and marks.
"that son of a bitch", he curses, walking up to the couch and sitting beside you. "damn you, kwon soonyoung."
"yeah, okay", you pat his back. "let it all out."
seungcheol crosses his arms. usually he would be talking about caratland right now, running your ears out about how great it was, something funny seungkwan did backstage, or how thrilled he is to have wonwoo on his cooking show.
but right now? he's just sitting there, staring at the void with a frown on his beautiful face, not moving at all. and you know what that can lead to...
and honestly, it doesn't take much until seungcheol sniffs and you're no longer patting his back, but caressing now. he hates crying in front of people, but oh well - didn't he just do that in front of thousands and thousands of carats just now?
"it's okay", you tell him. "they're greateful for you, and i'm glad they expressed that today."
"i hate them", he playfully says, his voice sounding different because of the lump in his throat. "i'm gonna treat them all to dinner tomorrow for how much i hate them."
seungcheol breaks, his words chocking him up as he hiccups.
chwe hansol + bickering over which christmas movie is superior
wc: 672
warnings: vernon being a cutie, gets a little emotional at the end (i think)
author's note: todays exam was shit. this was made in a haste. please bear with me (me for the 23456th time). but i kinda like it a little.
also basically i've tweaked the prompt a little i guess. but this was the general idea.
hope you like it <33
winter wonderland masterlist
"sol, stop sulking; it's been more than an hour now!"
hansol just huffs once more before crossing his arms across his chest and looking away. you walk over to him to sit beside him.
"it was just a silly debate, non. i didn't even mean it that seriously."
"silly?! you mean to tell me, that movies are silly?!" he mocks a hurt expression before pressing his palm to his chest to drive his point home. you can only roll your eyes at this drama queen of a boyfriend.
two hours ago, vernon posed a question that he explained was 'in the spirit of the holidays'.
"what's your favourite christmas movie?" he asked while you were looking at decoration ideas through pinterest for seungcheol's christmas bash.
you actually had to judge him for that. for asking you that question, when he very well knew the fact that you were: 1) not a movie person, and 2) not a holiday person (two things that emotionally hurts vernon every time you express it, he claims).
so without much thought, you say what could have been the worst answer anyone could ever give to a movie person who likes the holidays:
"i dont know; i never really cared."
vernon swears he heard something break into a million pieces at that moment. if he were half as dramatic as his best friend seungkwan was, he'd have faked a faint and fell to the floor with his hand to the forehead (you say this in detail because this has happened before - when you answered the same way when he asked what your favourite christmas song was).
you thank whoever is up there that your boyfriend is nonchalant.
but this answer was enough for your stoic boyfriend to pout (a pout!! that you has to resist kissing), and move to the other end of the couch, far away from you, with the same worked up expression as right now.
for a whole two hours, he stayed huffing and puffing across from you.
you try to get him to look at you, but when that doesn't work, you climb onto his lap and hold his face between your hands. his face felt cold to the touch, nose a pretty pink and lips still in a pout.
this time, you don't resist your urge to kiss.
you lean in and press a lingering kiss to his lips. you could feel him melt under you, leaning into you while trying to deepen the connection. when you pull away after some time, he rushes to chase your lips. you place a finger to his.
"sol," you take a breath and continue.
"i've never really celebrated the holidays before. i mean, we did have some quality family time during the meals, of course. but we've never shopped for ornaments, or decorated the tree and put up a star. i've never sat down with them to watch christmas movies."
you smile when you notice his nose become even red, and smooch it.
"so, i've never really found the appeal to it. i'm grateful for all the holidays i've had, i really am. but there are just some things i silently wish for at times."
he takes a deep breath and pulls you in for a hug.
"let me fulfill that wish for you. we're a family, you and i. we can make new traditions, you know? i've watched a lot of holiday movies, we can watch them together ever year. make it special with some wine, or some hot chocolate. some caramel popcorn. a warm blanket around us."
he pauses to smile before going on.
"and you'll fall asleep in the middle of it, but i won't wake you up because then i'll get to have your share of the popcorn too. and i can tease you about it till the next year, when we do more things to tease each other about."
vernon presses a chaste kiss to your lips.
"you and i can slowly make it our little thing, just like you've wanted."
( 권순영 ) ── ❞𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐘❞ : HOSHI FT. YOU⠀ 𝒻luff⠀⸝⸝⠀est. rs ⸝⸝⠀idol!hoshi. reader likes girly things⠀wc : tba ( an ) : requested by anon! I didn't include some parts because uhm yeah! rlly enjoyed making this as a girly LMAO
─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Soonyoung with a girly s/o
He first learned that you like girly things when he first stepped into your room that's full of pink stuff and makeups
While he's looking around, he notices the tiger embroidery you made and when he asks you about it, you just reply with ‘it reminds me of you’ which made him fall in love harder than before.
He loves indulging your hobbies, let it be doing makeup, nails, journalling─anything!
And we all know that Hoshi got some gifts from the makeup brands he's modeling for so when he's picking a shade, he makes sure it matches you or suits you because he loves you just like that.
Oh and he also lets you do makeup on his face, oh you wanted to try this type of makeup style on him? He's already In Front of your vanity, sitting and patiently waiting for you to do your magic (he just loves the feeling of your hands on his face)
Sometimes he asks you to do his nails, he claims that you know him better than his nail appointment does.
Aside from makeup, he also loves to gift you skincare and other skincare essentials you need, and you always do skincare together! He loves being taken care of.
But of course he also loves taking care of you. when you're too lazy to take off your makeup, he does it for you instead. He's already trained to do this to the point he knows more than you
I almost forgot─shopping with him is a must!! I can picture him picking out the outfits that suit your style. and it's also the perfect timing where he can show you off. ‘Look at my s/o everyone, aren't they pretty?’ while he's wearing a all black outfit while you're wearing light colors
When you showed him the journal you've made about him, he cried while holding it as if he's a single mom who missed her husband that went to war or something.
Also if you like knitting or crocheting he would request you to do tiger stuff, like a scarf that has tiger on it in the middle or a tiger keychain, he would bring it EVERYWHERE. Let it be on tours or concert he doesn't care, he'll he's even wearing it on his concert (especially on their bss comeback)
One place he likes to hangout is the mini library you have in your room. After coming home from practice he wants nothing but to hear you read books to help him relax.
Overall, He's the type of boyfriend who will indulge/try everything you like and will use it to bond with you <3
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wonwoo was sitting on his gaming chair, playing games with scoups on the other side. a few curse words left when he thought that he was about to lose. his hair was messy under the gaming headphones he wore, and his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
you just got off a facetime call with your best friend. you wore his hoodie which was loose on you, and covered your entire torso, with some pajama pants, the weather was chilly and pleasant giving a sense that winter was arriving.
you gave wonwoo a small smile when you entered the room. you sat on the bed, scrolling through pinterest when suddenly an idea gushed into your mind. "wonu, can i style your hair?"
he froze, slighty moving his headphones to the side and turned back to you "what?". "you walked towards him grinning and holding your phone up, you showed him what was on the screen.
"i really wanna try this hair style on you! can i please do that? please, pretty please. only once plea-" before you could complete your plea, he sighed and nodded his head.
he put the headphones back on and continued playing his game, knowing that even if he said no to you, (which he never does) you're still gonna do that. you did a happy little dance and hopped towards the bathroom to grab all the stuff you need.
after 30-40 minutes later, you clapped your hands and wonwoo smiled, keeping his phone down. he was done playing games long ago, but sat still until you finished what you were doing.
he chuckled lightly looking at himself and the hairstyle which you did on his silky hair, in the mirror which you gave him while you kept your stuff away. you started laughing with him at your silliness.
he adored you while you were still laughing and clicking his pics for teasing him later. that's when he realised, you were going to be the one for him.
[wc: 334 credits: @novelbear (prompt) and @sanaxo-o (beta reading]
( 승철 ) ── ❞𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇❞ : SCOUPS FT. YOU ⠀⠀𝒻luff⠀⸝⸝⠀domestic⠀⸝⸝⠀idol!Seungcheol⠀wc : 700+ ( an ) : requested! tysm for requesting @x1mee
─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ getting caught by dispatch during his father and daughter date was not part of Seungcheol's plan.
It was a random Tuesday morning when Seungcheol decided to have a father and daughter date with his 5 year old daughter. Since you have been craving some fresh strawberries, why not go on strawberry picking?
“Cheollie?” You called, taking a peak of your husband's face through your arms while you lay on your stomach.
“What is it, love?” He turned off his phone, now switching his attention towards you.
“I'm craving for some strawberry”
And that's how Seungcheol finds himself crouching next to his daughter while she picks the best strawberry she could see.
“daddy, do you think this one tastes good?” she pointed her finger towards the big, red strawberry beside the small ones. Seungcheol nodded, hands reaching out to pull it and put it to the basket he's holding.
“Of course it is, let's go get there check out now-”
“But you forgot to say ‘i love you strawberries!’” That's right, at the age of 3, Seungcheol taught her the strawberry game he played back when they were filming a gose episode, but he didn't think she would remember it now that she's 5.
“You're right, ‘i love you strawberries!’” he mimicked her voice, erupting a gighle from her. He stood up and head over to the cashier to pay the strawberries they picked. In the very corner of Seungcheol's eyes, he saw a bunch of cameras outside, he sighed, knowing dispatch and paparazzi are on it again.
‘these damn paparazzi and their camera..’ but luckily, he bought a facemask for him and his daughter to wear for situations like these. Infact, this wasn't the first time paparazzi had intervened during his date, it doesn't matter if its with you or with his daughter, they're always tailing behind him.
but tonight that will change.
You sighed at your phone, reading the headlines that says ‘LEADER OF SEVENTEEN CHOI SEUNGCHEOL CAUGHT ON CAMERA WITH HIS DAUGHTER’. You hoped─no begged that both of them make it home safely, you couldn't afford to lose your precious loved ones.
As you shook the negative thoughts away, your head perched at the sound of the door opening and footsteps, you eagerly greet your daughter with a kiss while she tells you about ‘a bunch of cameras zooming in her face’ which made your blood boil a little bit before glancing at Seungcheol's hardening expression.
“Sweetie, why don't you play in your room for a minute? Me and your dad will discuss something ‘kay?” You cooed sweetly, but your daughter isn't a hard headed kid, so she agreed to go to her room immediately.
Making sure she's gone, you turn to Seungcheol, arms hugging him to at least soothe his nerves as he hugs you back, rocking you side by side.
“I'm glad both of you arrived safely” you choked out,tears threatening to spill because of the worst scenarios that's playing in your mind earlier.
“Shh… shh, I'm here… I'll take care of everything, i promise. For us and our daughter.” Seungcheol doesn't like seeing you being sad, he knows you like the back of his hand, he knows that you worry about him and your daughter every time they leave the house. So he knew he had to put a stop to this. But he's certain that this will be the last time you’ll worry about the paparazzi.
After the photos got released, Seungcheol didn't waste a minute and quickly addressed everything with professionalism. He had enough of cameras following his little family almost everywhere, not to mention, he's worried about you and his daughter's safety.
Pressing the enter button, he looked over at you and your daughter, laughing in the kitchen as you stirred the pot of soup In Front of you. The small moment made him smile, heart fluttering in process.
This is the life he wanted.
A life away from the cameras, just you, your daughter and him. his little family living happily and peacefully.
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"i'm just saying! he's an asshole!" seungkwan's far angrier than you are about your ex, and you're eternally thankful for him. he jams a straw into his drink after missing the first time, and looks at you. "you'd be mad if someone treated me that way. i know it's complicated because you work together, but--"
"no, i know," you sigh, crossing your arms. "i just wish i could be, y'know, more mad about it all."
"i'll hate him enough for the both of us." he takes a sip of his drink, watching you for a moment. "so don't worry."
you think that seungkwan might be one of your soulmates in life, your best friend until the end. the two of you turn to leave, already changing the topic to what store you want to check out in this mall (he's already promised he'll buy you something to cheer you up, and you've been eyeing this cute ghibli blanket for a while now)... only for you to run straight into someone who isn't watching where he's going. iced coffee spills onto your shirt, forcing a gasp out of you as seungkwan immediately goes on the offensive.
"i'm sorry!" this stranger is saying, immediately taking the napkins he's carrying to try and wipe away as much of the mess. he's babbling out apologies for a solid minute before he looks up, his eyes meeting your own as he stops for a moment.
... fuck. he's cute. he smiles a little at you for a moment, cheeks still flushed. you can hear seungkwan's slightly-annoyed sigh behind you, and he reaches forward, plucking the empty cup from his hands as he goes to dispose of it.
"i'm lee. chan! chan. i'm--i'm lee chan." he's flustered as he steps back. "sorry. i... i can pay for dry cleaning? or... whatever you want, i--"
you agree to it easily enough. he gives you his number and tells you just to let him know how much, and he'll take care of it for you before he apologizes once more and races off to meet back up with his friends. they're already teasing him as they disappear into another part of the mall. seungkwan just slaps more napkins against your chest, snapping you back to reality.
"if he breaks your heart," he says, "i'll hate him for you, too."
as much as you want to say you weren't thinking about that, you can't. you just stammer out a flustered "i--seungkwan, i didn't even--"
"i know that look," he says pointedly, following your gaze for a moment as though he can still see this chan guy. "make him take you somewhere nice."
xu minghao + lifting one up so that they can place the decorations up on the wall
wc: 721
warnings: none ig; it becomes a little sensual towards the end
author's notes: ya girl is finally done with her exams!! somehow survived semester 1; dunno how i'm gonna repeat it 3 more times(T_T)...
posting this a little late, but i hope you enjoy!!
winter wonderland masterlist
"move that a little to the right..." minghao instructs from behind as you hold a string of fairy lights to the wall, adjusting it as he says.
"sweetheart, that's left," he deadpans albeit with a smile on his lips. you chuckle at your stupidity and do as he says, sellotaping it down once he confirms that it's perfect.
you let out a tired sigh as hao hugs you from the back, head on your shoulder.
"don't you think we should take a break? we've been doing this for almost an hour now," he says with muffled voice.
you turn around in his arms to hold his face and say, "don't ever say you need a break until the work's done." you peck his lips.
hao shudders. "honey, you looked a little too scary, saying that with a smile on your face..."
"if you don't want me to look scary, then don't ask for a break. it's very simple."
you get back to work, and once you're done with the walls, you get to decorating the tree, hanging bubbles, little candy canes and snowmen on the branches. once most of the work was done, minghao excused himself to make some tea for the two of you, as you finished setting up the tree.
only the star remained now.
since you were too short to reach the top of the tree by yourself, you wandered around, searching for a stool to stand on in order to reach it. you scurry back when you find one, only to get even more disappointed when you still couldn't reach the top of the tree.
maybe hao was right to keep calling you 'peanut'.
still, you refused to give up; mama raised a winner, not a quitter. so as you struggled to place the pretty star on the treetop, you failed to acknowledge the fact that if you lean once more you'd practically fall to the ground, face down, along with the tree.
wouldn't be the first time though.
just as you were about to finally give up (mama in fact raised a weak bitch), you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, effortlessly lifting you up higher than that useless stool ever did. you look down in surprise and see minghao's strong, bulging biceps (you almost drooled) around your waist, his palms pressing into your tummy, and his chin resting right below your chest as he looked up at you. the sweetest smile on his face while your brain whispered to you the most nasty thoughts about this whole situation.
clearing your throat to bring your focus back, you attended to the task at hand (which was NOT drooling over your own boyfriend's biceps), and placed the star on the tree.
somehow it still ended up lopsided.
stupid star, you thought.
minghao started to slowly lower you down, but you were starting to become hyperaware of his closeness to you, his breath hitting every inch of skin that was exposed as your shirt slightly lifted. goosebumps appeared in its wake. he gently placed you on the stool you were standing on, still making you a little taller than him. his head now rested against your chest, and at this point, you're very sure he can feel your fast breathing and hear your heart racing in your chest.
maybe that's the reason why he smugly slotted his chin right in between your boobs.
he starts placing the softest of kisses along your skin, beginning from the cleavage to your breasts and moving up your neck and reaching your lips. sloppy kisses as he tried to cover every inch of your skin. you shut your eyes at the sensation, mind too fuzzy from all the sensations overwhelming you. he nips and licks at the pulse point on your neck, eliciting a moan from you that sounded like a melody to him.
just as he was about to kiss your lips though, the long-forgotten kettle in the kitchen whistles to announce that the water had been boiled. your eyes opened in a snap and hao almost curses at the lost moment, but quickly pecks your lips anyways.
"stupid tea," he mutters, "lemme go check on it real quick."
he brushes your lips with his thumb as he asks, "you wouldn't mind taking a break now, would you?"
warnings: drunk soonyoung, svt’s chaotic antics, reader is shorter than jihoon, brief shirtless jihoon (yeah this is a warning), domestic fluff …
a/n: hii this is my first fic teehee. i’m soo normal about woozi. tysm @wheeboo for cheering me on with writing c: hoping to write more in the future! <3
“You sure you’ll be alright?” Seungcheol asks, his hands full of various gift bags of different sizes.
He’s standing in the doorway of your flat, his puffy winter coat already on, but he looks ready to sacrifice everything in his arms and on his body at the moment to be elbows deep in dishes. “There’s only two of you,” he continues, his eyes wide with concern. “All together we’d be fourteen, and cleaning would be so much easier.”
A woozy and abrupt buuurp! sounds from behind you. There’s some shuffling, and Jihoon’s grimace is prominent as he leads a giggling Soonyoung to the door. The latter is singing some sort of holiday song, refusing to quiet down despite the exasperated laugh your boyfriend lets out at his antics. Outside, you can hear the warm calls of goodbyes of the others, accompanied by the soft shutting of car doors and the hum of their engines.
Your smile is easygoing, leaning against the foyer’s small closet door. “You’ve already done enough, Cheol,” you insist. “All Jihoon and I have to do is rinse the wine glasses and the food trays. We’ll be fine, I promise.”
“Plus,” your hand flies to your mouth to hide the smile that appears as Soonyoung dramatically collapses against the front door, his head thudding against the material. “I’m not sure if everyone is truly in… the right state to help.”
As if on cue, your endearingly intoxicated friend begins to belt hysterically about lost love, reaching for Jihoon who’s desperately backing away, his own hands clutching to his sides with laughter. Seungcheol scrunches his eyes shut as if he could magically will away the younger man. The echoes of Soonyoung’s singing ring in the stairwell of your flat’s complex, not going unignored by those who have already left. You swear you can hear Seungkwan’s harmonies and Seokmin’s adlibs from up here.
Bidding a final farewell, you watch as Jihoon and Seungcheol carefully guide your friend down the stairwell to the car that’s waiting down below, Joshua in the driver’s seat to take Soonyoung back to his house. Your eyes meet Jihoon’s, crinkling at the corners when he huffs out that he’ll be right back.
It’s unnervingly quiet when you click the door to your flat shut. Turning to the now empty space, a hushed, relaxed puff leaves your lips. The guys were sober enough—save for Soonyoung, apparently—to help clean up to the best of their abilities. Your TV is still on, some old reruns of a sitcom droning on in the background as you finish straightening up the throws on the couch. A soft, cream tufted pillow lays fallen from its place on the lovechair, where only hours before Wonwoo had been lying lazily with Jeonghan against him, the two watching with amused eyes at Seungkwan and Chan’s rap battle. Picking it up, you roll your eyes at finding a crumpled napkin filled with messy tally marks underneath. Ah. Jun’s record of how many times Hansol had goose-laughed during the night.
Giggles bubble out of your mouth before you can stop them. You miss them all already.
Padding softly to the kitchen, you thank the stars that your friends were kind enough to assist in cleaning up. You vaguely remember Mingyu laying the food trays in the sink and stacking their respective warmers away, blessing him a safe drive home and a charger that works without having to angle it weirdly. Fourteen wine glasses ready to be washed were neatly tucked on the counter next to the trays. Luck was on your side, you suppose.
Rolling up the sleeves of your sweater, you let autopilot take over, barely tuning in to hear the sound of the front door unlocking and clinking shut again.
You feel him before you see him and smile.
Jihoon's arms snake around your waist as you turn on the faucet and begin to scrub the glasses. You feel his forehead rest in the space between your shoulder blades, letting the vibration of his soft groan flow through you.
“I am never letting you convince me to host a get-together ever again,” he complains.
There’s no real threat to his words. “You enjoyed it,” you reply with a hum, not as a question but as a statement.
The rinsed wine glasses are placed onto the drying mat upside-down. He pauses, before letting go of your waist and reaching for the towel that rests on the handle of the dishwasher. As he starts to dry off the wine glasses, his hip bumps against yours good-naturedly. “It’s a miracle they didn’t leave the place a mess.”
It’s silent for a little. You take this time to let your mind wander yet again, your gaze flitting to your boyfriend every now and then. You’ve always loved this about Jihoon—his pure dedication to a task. There’s a rawness and undoubted authenticity to his movements, his tongue poking out a little in concentration as he wipes the glasses dry.
Shaking your hands to rid them of water, you giggle as you pass him by to your next chore. You can’t help it, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, laughing louder when his cheeks warm to that familiar shade of cherry that you adore.
However, your mood solemns rather fast. Moving to the counter, you frown as you stare down at the mugs, and then up at the top cupboard shelf. Your gaze drops back down to the cups.
“Ji,” you sigh. “Were these mugs from the top shelf or below?”
“The top shelf,” Jihoon answers easily.
Your frown deepens. You stand fruitlessly on your tiptoes, barely being able to place the mug on the top shelf without it falling back over the side.
“I think I’m too short to reach it.”
He doesn’t even look over from his new location of wiping down the dinner table, humming softly. His tone isn’t unkind when he responds. “Yeah, I know. I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”
You two work in tandem, sometimes slipping in light conversation about new gossip the two of you had attained from the party. There’s a tiredness to your movements that’s matched by the man, but you both easily sidestep one another when moving about in the kitchen, picking up where the other left off in a task.
When you’re done, Jihoon looks just about ready to topple over. “I'm never doing this again,” he mutters, eyeing the clock on the wall who’s hands are about to strike twelve and three.
You lean against him and press another soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. “This is the second time you’ve said this now. We don’t have to if you really don’t wanna, but I think you had more fun than you’re letting on.”
Preening, Jihoon gladly leans into your touch, his tone softening. “Still… maybe not next year. We just need a bigger place; our flat is too small to have twelve guests. Plus us.”
Something in you warms at the thought of moving out of your tiny place and into a proper house, a proper home, with Jihoon. Maybe it’s the wine Minghao had convinced you to try (and then had a good few more glasses of, but you would never admit that to him), but as you make a noise of agreement, you try and fail to imagine a home without Jihoon. Home is more than where you sleep for the night, you muse. It’s his toothbrush next to yours on the bathroom sink counter. It’s his hoodies hanging neatly next to your sweaters in your bedroom closet. It’s him, calling your name in that sweet lilt of his, before planting an equally sweet kiss on your lips. Home is Jihoon.
You brush hair out of your eyes, and before you know it, you’re moving together towards your shared room. You call dibs on washing up first, to which Jihoon rolls his eyes and scoffs before pushing you lightly into the unlit space.
“One day,” you murmur as you come out of the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bed, yawning and watching him lazily change into comfier clothes. “One day we’ll have our own place. And a cat, too.”
Jihoon glances back at you with amusement in his eyes, his face relaxed, the tension in his shoulders releasing. He tosses you a shirt of his that lands awkwardly in your lap before disappearing into the bathroom. Squirming out of your clothes and into what you argue is a much more comfortable shirt, you breathe in his unmistakable scent and scroll through your phone, exhaustion starting to creep up on you.
Your eyes flicker up to your boyfriend when he re-emerges, cheeks heating at his lack of shirt, hair disheveled from washing his face. You’ll never get used to it, no matter how many nights you spend together. His insistence of sleeping without a shirt never ended in your complaints, but the sight still left you a little dry-mouthed, swallowing thickly as you turn your phone off and tug the blanket over your tired form. The mattress dips below Jihoon’s knee as he crawls into the bed, slotting against you perfectly. His skin is pleasantly warm.
“Thank you for helping me clean up,” you brush your nose against his and smile.
Jihoon’s breath tingles lightly against your cheek, his tone sluggish as he mumbles against your skin. The only light on now is the one from your digital alarm clock, emitting a tender glow into the room that has you sighing contentedly.
“Why wouldn’t I help? I hosted it, too.”
“I know,” you whisper back playfully, going to tuck your face into the crook of his neck. “And I appreciate you. You did well today.”
He knows the hidden meaning behind your words. And I hope you know you mean the world to me. I love you.
The heater clicks on, warm air beginning to blow from the vents in the corners of your shared bedroom. There’s a comfortable lull, sleep pressing you gently in waves, coaxing you to finally disappear under the surface of reality and into the dream world below. All you can focus on is the slow of Jihoon’s breath, his touch inviting, longing, and full of love. Your Jihoon. Your home.
“You did well today, too. Get some sleep,” he kisses your hair, your mind already surrendering to the bliss that sleep is.
I love you, too. Please love yourself the way I love you.
( 이찬 ) ── ❝𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘❞ : DINO FT. YOU ⠀⠀⠀𝒻luff. & comfort⠀⸝⸝⠀est rs reader has shitty exes ⠀wc : 400+ ⠀( an ) : shout out to @kissbyoon for helping me write this
─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Chan thinks you're funny.
like, really funny.
Every joke you say made him laugh until his stomach started to hurt. you could be doing or saying normal things and joke around he would be laughing on the floor, clutching in his stomach. It doesn't even matter how corny the joke sounds, he would still laugh like there's no tomorrow.
Throughout your relationship, you learned that Chan is the epitome of happiness. He's the sun that brightens your day no matter how bad it is, and all it takes for him to do is laugh. showing the dimples on his cheeks that you poke whenever he's smiling.
Another thing that you've noticed─his laugh is very, very infectious. Everytime he laughs, everyone around him will also laugh─it’s like a very infectious virus but in a good way, and it always has you laughing along with him, like right now—he is clutching onto your shirt, struggling to stand straight as his body continues to vibrate from his laughs.
“Chan?” You called out
“Yes love?” Wiping the small tears in his eyes (due to laughing) he turned his body to face you, giving you one of his crescent smile.
“Do you really think I'm funny?” you asked, cupping his face as your thumb glides over his cheeks.
“I just laughed like a dying hyena earlier, of course you are. like super super suuper duper funny” he giggled which made you giggle too. “You're exaggerating love” you said
“I'm serious though! Hell, I even show how funny you are to Vernon and others and they also think you're funny!” He throws his hand around, making gestures here and there but you're not paying attention to any of it. You were too caught up to the fact that Chan shows you off to everyone, something none of your past exes did before.
“Oh! and did you know? When i told them that you made the joke, they all agreed that you're a really fun person-”
“Chan?” you interrupted, looking at him with a small smile on your face. Chan halted his movement as he felt your warm hand engulf his.
“Thank you, really. your words mean a lot to me” your voice almost came out like a whisper, but Chan catches them off really clear. wasting no time, he pulled you into his warm embrace while his hand play with your hair.
“It's nothing love, it's the least i could do for the joy you brought me”
Some people may not accept who you are but Chan is always there to embrace you just the way you are.
And that's how he loves you everyday.
Basically me in the middle of making this fic
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