Thinking About Sleepy Boyfriend Jungwon; Cuddling In Bed With Him After A Long, Tiring Day, And Simply

⟢ — calm down. | 희승.

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of stress, kissing

requested: no

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

milan’s note: kind of inspired by calm down by rema & selena. when i was thinking abt this fic i was thinking abt that song (made this fic for u guys but a lil for me cause im a bit stressed myself)

heeseung always took good care of you. especially the times you were stressed and today just so happened to be one of those times. he knew that everything you had going on was a lot on you even when you tried to hide it or mask your real emotions with a smile and an ‘it’s fine’.

he didn’t need much of an explanation from you in words but could always tell from your body language. how your shoulders were higher and more tense. the way you’d stop eating and/or drinking normally. even how much more you stared off in to space when he was talking.

he knew it all. which is why even after he came home prepared for cuddles and a relaxed night, he decided to take you out.

this landed you at the nearest park by your shared apartment. you both walked side by side up to a steep hill where you could see the sun setting behind the nearly bare trees. his arm was tucked tightly around you, pulling you into him every time you took a step. he pressed kisses on your temple, whispering ‘I love you’s’ and how much he cared about you.

once you got to the edge of the hill, you stood with your hands shoved in the pockets of your coat, looking out at the setting sun. heeseung moved to stand behind you, arms wrapping around your torso as he placed more kisses to your temple and cheek. he nuzzled his reddish nose against the side of your neck.

“you mean the world to me, you know that?” he mumbled close to your ear. you nodded at his comment, knowing he was about to go into one of his mini speeches that he always gave you when you tried to hide your feelings from him.

“i don’t want you to ever feel like you have to hide the fact that you’re simply tired or overwhelmed. i wanna be there to take care of you when you can’t calm down.” he said, the last part referring to when you cried in his arms before you both left for a walk. your eyes still slightly red after the sobbing fest.

you sniffled, nodding once more. he continued to talk to you, making you promise to talk to him more. after the sun had mostly gone down, you turned around with heeseung’s arms still wrapped around your waist. your slightly warm hands came up to his pink cheeks, pulling him down to meet you halfway with a gentle, but deep kiss.

your lips moved in sync for a bit, his grip on you tightening. his eyebrows furrowed as he deepened the kiss, putting all his love for you into one smooch.

you both pulled away slowly, resting your foreheads against each other’s but not before leaving one more peck on his lips.

“i’ll always be here for you, sweet girl.”

⟢ milan’s notes: hope u guys enjoyed :)

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© KAIROOT 2023

I DO. I FKCISNEGAK DO. RINGS AROUND OUR FINGERS RN YES I LOVE THAT.

𐙚 TWIRL FOR ME DARLING ! p.jay

bf!jay x f!reader warning. none + fluff 🎀 wc.307 m.list 🐰 seiu?!: got me giggling and kicking feet , just a little something since i am not that actively writing rn 🤭🫶🏻

“is this your package?” jay said as he walked in with your package of new skirts and shirts you ordered using his card, “yeah and i used your card if it’s alright with you”

“asking if i am okay after using wow?” you turned towards jay watching his reaction, he never really had a problem when you used his card but it was in your opinion now quite rude not to inform him “jay im sorry, i should have asked babe” he looked away from your package he has been staring to you “oh? no it’s alright but i think it’s only fair i see what you bought with my card” he looked at you with a smirk “yeah sure let’s open it together”

“ah ah no not that way” you looked at him confused, “i want you to do a little fashion show for me princess, wear those cute clothes and show me just how pretty you are” he said as he kissed your forehead “oh yeah sure”

you quickly went in the bathroom to change into the new skirt you ordered “tada don’t i look like bella hadid” you said walking in as jay eyed you “you a little too short to be bella but you are still pretty baby” he said as he held your hands “do you want me to twirl for you” you said twinkled eye, your skirt for pretty and you had to show it off “yeah that would be good, twirl for me doll” as you tried to twirl he caught your hand and pulled you, making u land on his lap. “yn you are so beautiful” he said as he buried his face in your neck “and you are very pretty too jay” you said stroking his hair, he hummed as he kissed your neck.

“let’s get married”

“JAY?”

baby i'm yours, lee felix

✧ pairing lee felix x gn!reader

✧ genre/tw fluffy fluff! kinda hurt/comfort, reader has a migraine and felix is a little lovebug as always, too many petnames, kissing and sleepy cuddles

✧ w/c 1000

✧ a/n something small inspired by my own migraines, i hope anyone who relates starts to feel better and feels comforted by the sweetest boy <3 title is after this song it reminds me of him 💗

The house is filled with sound, circling around the space with laughter and music and video game noise. Lively melodies of boyishness, teasing and yelling; roughhousing so loud you’re sure the neighbors can hear.

The house is filled with sound, all except for your place in Felix’s room. Behind the door it’s silent, no sound but your gentle breath hitting his skin. He’s always so warm, a space heater personified, heating you everywhere his star-studded skin touches. You can feel his smile moving across your neck, placing soft little kisses on his path from your clavicle to your throat, all the way up to the side of your mouth.

“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice is gruff from lack of use and his eyes are light when they meet yours. His question seems more like a wish than an inquiry, he always worries when you get these headaches. Pain throbbing underneath your eyes and inside your temples, sometimes you feel so sick, nausea begins to accompany the migraine, and the only thing your boyfriend can do is wrap you up in his arms and his blankets and hope for the best.

You both know it’s easier to cure these moments away from the boy’s dorm. The cozy quiet of your apartment is much better suited to comfort the constant pounding, but there’s something magic to the noise. A curious familiarity surrounds the home, in some ways it reminds you of being a little kid and going to bed to the sounds of your parents still awake. A memory from an easier life, a moment trapped in time, but relived in these hurtful days inside this room.

“Just a little, I’m sorry I’m not very fun right now.” Your voice is a whisper, and your eyes are still squinted shut, but you hope your words are enough to convince him to stop worrying.

“Don’t be sorry, my love, I’m having a blast laying here with you.” Felix’s grin is sunlight, as bright and pretty as the rest of him, and you think it doesn’t matter if he’s lying—your head is already starting to ease just from the sight of your starshine boy smiling down at you.

His hands are in your hair and his smile is on your forehead, and you think you’ll be better in a few minutes. When you came over you had plans to watch movies and play Mario Kart with the rest of the boys, and maybe in just a few more minutes you can. You can almost envision it, opening up your eyes to a clear head and telling Felix that you feel so much better, joining the rest of the dorm in their night of laughter instead of this sickly quiet you currently inhabit.

You can tell your boyfriend doesn’t mind, he’s always happy to take care of you, but you’re sorry that another fun night has become the opposite.

“Really, Lixie, Go have fun with the boys… I can do all this by myself.” You don’t want him to go, but you need him not to feel trapped. Popping one eye open, you can tell what he thinks about that offer—if the slight squint of his eyes having anything to do with his emotions, he must think you’re crazy for even posing it as an option.

“And what? Sit in the living room with people I see every day instead of lying here with you? Are you insane?” He’s laughing as he says it, and his arms escape from your hair to gently play with your fingers. “You must be, my crazy little love… where does it hurt?”

His touch is light as a feather, pulling at your hands and rubbing up and down your arms. The skin to skin contact makes you shiver, even after all this time all it takes is a few gentle touches to start up the butterflies in your belly. You tell him about the pain under your eyes, huffing and whining when his body moves too much atop yours, but you stop as soon as his lips land softly on your eyelid; pressing down gentle and tender where the pain started.

“A kiss to make it feel better, okay baby?” Even through the pain his voice (so deep and quiet in the dark room) makes you smile. So typical of him, to be as sweet and sugary as the treats he cooks up. A boy who grew up on kiss cures and tickle fights, what a blessing to have him lay with you in the dark.

You’ve been smitten with him from the first time he shot his shiny smile at you, in love with each picture perfect piece of him. With hands grasping out to hold his, you kiss wherever you can reach: his shoulder first than the divot of his adams apple, all the way up to his uplifting lips.

“I love you, sweet boy… thank you for being with me.” You can’t tell if you mean here in the moment, or just in general, but either way it’s true. You’ll never stop being grateful for his place in your life, a light in the darkness and a heart to hold you when you don’t feel good.

He kisses you again instead of a response, slow and closed mouthed—desperately trying to express his feelings in all the ways he knows how.

“I love you too, you know I do.” He rolls off you, tucking you just underneath his chin; keeping you as close as possible. Legs on legs and hands clasped together, you can’t seem to find where you begin and he finishes—you’re as close as you could be with your warm pajamas on.

Everything is burning up, his skin and your love for him. So, cozy you can’t help but feel your eyes flutter close again. This close you can hear all his sounds, his heartbeat and his breath, and his sweet voice like a lullaby lulling you to sleep.

© luvtak

oh to be loved by this man

Say yes to me

after your seven minutes in heaven, hyunjin wants to plan out how he'll finally confess to you. except you come knocking on the door of his rented cabin unannounced. at 10:53 pm. the perfect time for love, he comes to learn.

pt. 2 of say yes to heaven. highly recommend reading it first (it's short i promise and it sets the mood ajsjd)

a.n: and if i told y'all i wrote this in one go... when i say hyune possesses me i MEAN it... these two pics sit at the same table for me, and three people asked for a second part and i can't say no to you guys!! ENJOY, feedback is highly appreciated as always <33

There are a lot of things that Hyunjin wishes he could say to you.

How he loves you is first.

He never planned on keeping secrets from you. Ones he carefully tucked away at the corner of his mouth, ready to spill each time your gaze met his.

He still remembers when it all started vividly- how the friendship blossomed into something more for him, the way petals shyly unfurl on the first days of spring.

You were sitting next to him on the bench of your favorite park, ice cream in your hands. Hyunjin intently watched as you rambled about your latest essay, and the world seemed to fall into a tranquil silence, save for the sound of your voice.

Hyunjin suddenly found himself enthralled by the way the sunlight gently grazed your cheeks, painting them with the softest golden hue. One he tried to replicate many times in his paintings, but to no avail, as they could never live up to you.

How the light breeze danced upon your hair, swaying it gently from left to right. How your lips moved with each word, pulling him into an unyielding trance. Those very lips that graced his skin with kisses, months later, scorching themselves into his memory.

Sometimes it still felt surreal, almost too good to be true, that you left traces of yourself on him. That he had you graze his jaw and collarbones, tentatively, as if you were afraid to dive in fully. "I'd catch you", he wanted to say, "even if it meant I'd drown in the process."

He wasn't ashamed to admit that he took a picture of the lipstick stains you left on him. He didn't even realize they were there at first, that is until he went to Changbin's bathroom. There, under the dim lighting, he found that the blush creeping up his neck matched the shade of your lipstick. His body seamlessly entwined itself with everything that made you.

He felt like a shaky tree branch at your hands- dainty leaves falling at your feet, each one scribbled with love notes for you. And he could no longer contain this feeling within him. He was tired of this five month old secret. He wanted to be an open book, one you could read or toss around, as long as you'd touch it.

But he needed to gather his thoughts and plan how he'd say it. How he'd free this scary confession from the confines of his heart. He told you that you'd talk about it later, and it's already been twelve days since he's last seen you. He had to do it soon.

So he went to his cabin, the one he rents on the weekends when he needs to get away from the world. It's small, nestled away in a remote part of the town, with a golden chandelier dangling in its living room- it's where Hyunjin feels most like himself.

Hyunjin doesn't hear your car pulling up into the driveway. Or your hurried steps to the door. But he hears your urgent knocks, and he's confused as he pushes the doorknob down. Then he's worried when he notices that it's you, with puffy eyes and a slightly runny nose.

For a moment, he stood there, too stunned to articulate a proper question. You don't give him the time to properly organize his thoughts, anyways, as you take timid steps towards him, before wrapping your arms around his waist. Your cheek rests against his chest, right above his heart, and you're crying. Hyunjin can tell from the slight tremors coursing through your body; the very one he's hugging right now, tightly, securely, until you're pressed to him, like two pages of the same book.

His large hands are rubbing soothing circles on your back, and a myriad of questions swirls in his mind. But they can wait, until you stop crying- the one sight that can bleed his heart dry.

"You- you said we'd talk later," you say through hiccups, as Hyunjin's hand moves to the back of your head, gently smoothing down your hair.

"I did," he hums, slightly rocking you from left to right.

"Then why didn't you? You just... stayed silent. For two weeks."

"Twelve days."

"Hyune," you whine and he giggles slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto your temple.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were waiting for me."

"Of course, I was," you lean back, the sides of his black shirt scrunched up in your hands. "I was tipsy but I... I remember."

"What do you remember?" he asks, as his thumb gently brushes away your trailing tears. He knows what happened that night, he replayed those seven minutes in his head so much that he could recite them by heart. Every breath you took, every shaky exhale you let out. He remembers it all too well.

"What you said to me."

His eyes soften at the quiver in your tone. "Why are you crying then, hm?"

"Because you didn't talk to me and I thought you didn't mean it. And I- I can't handle anyone else lying to me. Especially you."

Hyunjin shakes his head, as the strings of his heart dance to the erratic rhythm of his pulse.

"I could never lie to you. Not when it comes to this," he says with the utmost sincerity he can muster. He pauses, a gentle smile etched on his lips. "I have tea."

"Tea sounds good," you respond quietly.

"Come in, then."

He let goes of you, but you remain close, your shadows merging together on the wooden floor. Hyunjin smiles softly at the sight- he too wishes he could become one with you.

His hands are shaking slightly as he brings the water to a boil. You're wandering around, admiring the cozy interior, and the questions in Hyunjin's head can't seem to stop. What does this mean? he wants to ask. Do you want me like I want you? But he bites his tongue. Not until you've fully calmed down.

One minute.

"Here," he says, handing you a steaming cup of Jasmine tea. He leans his head against the wooden wall, as the steam fogs up his glasses.

"Thank you," you smile, settling into the seat opposite of him. "I like your ponytail."

"Oh," his hands reach up instinctively to his hair, tugging slightly at the ends of it. "It kept getting in my eyes so I tied it up."

"It suits you," you smile softly, and Hyunjin finds that the galaxy's stars are all shimmering in your eyes. He imagines the milky way weeping for the loss of its twinkling lights; but they look prettier in you, he thinks.

"How did you know I was here?" he asks, bringing the sweet drink to his mouth.

"Changbin told me," you reply.

Hyunjin nods, his eyes holding yours over the rim of his cup. He's nervous, a shaky mess from within, and he's unfolding right in front of you.

Two minutes.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

His question seems to take you off guard. Your eyes slightly widen, before softening around the edges.

"It seems too unrealistic. But I'd like to think it exists. And you?"

"Despite being a hopeless romantic..." Your chuckle interrupts his words, and he finds that the sound of your laugh is much warmer than the drink in his hand. "I never believed in it. Because love is much deeper than a superficial level. It could be infatuation or a crush. But not love," he pauses, idly circling the rim of his cup with his finger. "But then I realized I was wrong."

His eyes captivate yours as he leans back, his sole attention on you. "They don't call it love at the first look, but rather love at first sight... You know, the first time you truly see someone. And I saw you."

Your breath hitches in your throat.

Three minutes.

"I saw you. I see you. how kind, gentle, and full of life you are. How you turn the most mundane sceneries into extraordinary ones, because your eyes are filled with colors we cannot see. But I saw them through you."

He smiles softly, his hand reaching out to the middle of the table, right where yours rested. His thumb gently grazes your palm, as he starts to speak again.

"It hurt me to see you with someone else. But he made you smile, at least at first. And I love your smile, so I was happy for you despite it. Because you deserve joy in your life, even if I'm not the one behind it. But then he hurt you," he pauses, his eyes tightly shut as if it physically pained him to utter these words. "And it hurts me to see you in pain. Because you deserve a love as gentle as you."

Four minutes.

"Hyune..." you trail off, and he shakes his head, a reassuring smile on his face.

"You don't have to say anything. You're confused and still hurt but I just needed you to know that."

"Know what?" you ask breathlessly, your hand now on top of his. You're hanging desperately onto his every word, you needed to hear it.

"That I love you."

Your fingers intertwine with his, and Hyunjin believes he has never truly breathed before this moment.

"I want to love you too, I do," you're quick to say. "You make me feel safe like I could hand you my heart and you wouldn't hurt it. But you also make me feel alive and I regret not seeing you first. Not when my love was still whole and not bruised."

"So you could love me?" he asks, a beaming smile brightening his face.

"I came crying to you because I thought you left me, and I couldn't bear it. You have your answer," you giggle sheepishly.

Five minutes.

"And you want to love me?"

"I do. I want to see you and notice a new detail about you every day. But I'm so scared, Hyunjin."

"It's okay to be scared. I don't want to rush you. I can wait."

"What if you get bored? Or if someone else catches your eye. I can't ask that of you."

Hyunjin squeezes your hand and the thoughts in your head go silent.

"I've waited for months for you. If it's you I get at the end then I can wait for an eternity."

"So you'll do it?" you smile incredulously. "You'll wait by my side?"

"Mm. I will."

Six minutes.

You're both quiet for a while, and he's too lost in you to count down the seconds. But then you clear your throat.

"Can we start waiting tomorrow?" you suddenly ask, walking up to him.

"What do you mean?" Hyunjin questions, the butterflies in him fluttering so intensely he's close to flying away.

"We're both here now," you whisper, as you sit beside him, his thigh brushing against yours. He licks his lips nervously.

"Can I try something?" you ask again, but this time you aren't drunk. You are less heartbroken and more sure of your feelings for him. You want this.

"I'm yours."

Your fingers reach up to cup his face, thumb grazing his cheeks gently. His hands hold your waist, beckoning you closer.

"I see you," you whisper, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see you."

"Love at first sight," he responds breathlessly as your lips graze his, and his heart threatens to burst out of his chest- they'll find your name carved in his veins.

"I believe in it now, Hyune," you grin, before crashing your lips onto his.

Seven minutes.

There are a lot of things Hyunjin wished he could say to you. Sappy things, like how he believes you invented colors, that it drips down from your fingertips grazing his skin- explaining the red and yellow dots dancing before his closed eyes.

How everything seems to be heightened with you- the taste of the Jasmine tea imprinted on your lips, or the breaths escaping his body, eager to be released and to finally mingle with yours.

Or that he wishes that you were wearing your red lipstick so that your mark on him would last longer. A physical token of what you do to his heart.

But there was also much simpler words he wanted to say, ones that he managed to whisper in between tender kisses- "thank you for seeing me."

One year.

Your arms encircle Hyunjin's broad back, as you rest your cheek on his shoulder blade. "You know it's criminal for you to look this good in a simple white tee," you sigh wistfully, Hyunjin's perfume enveloping you both in an intimate cocoon.

"Good thing I'm yours then," he chuckles and you beam in reply, although he can't see you. Hyunjin is yours- he waited just like he promised he would. And now you're back in his cabin, where it all began, and he's making you Jasmine tea.

"And I am yours," you plant a kiss on his back and he turns around, a wide smile on his face.

There is still a sense of relief you find sometimes in Hyunjin's features when you tell him that you love him. As if he can't still quite believe it, even after a year of dating. It is the look traced on his face right now- a slight awe as he looks down at you.

"You said yes to me," he says so faintly, as if speaking to no one but himself, and you nod, placing a gentle kiss on his wrist.

"I'll always say yes to you."

What your cameraroll looks like if you're dating Bang Chan

damn, I also actually need a Sim Jaeyun to smooch me rn 💔

lipbalm ━━ ( sjy ) .

synopsis: a kiss to change your mind 🥥 warnings! skinship ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ © jjunae

'are you listening?,' jake whined, prodding your arm with his toe. you both were in your dorm, you at your desk (attempting to study), while jake lay sprawled out on your bed. truth be told, the entire situation that was unraveling was your fault. you'd promised him a date, but instead, made him wait while you finished last-minute assignments.

'yes jake, i'm listening,' you murmured, flipping over the pages of your answer-sheets.

'when are we going to leave?,' he grumbled, sitting up straight with a jump.

'just a few more minutes, baby,' you soothingly said, to which he groaned loudly.

'you said that 30 minutes ago! i really think you need a break. we should go out, get some ice cream, walk around, and then you can come back and finish whatever's left,' he suggested, and you sighed, twirling the pencil to-and-fro between your fingers.

'i only have one question remaining, just give me a minute, yeah?,' you assured, but he shook his head.

'yn, it's obvious you're not getting any work done. you look overwhelmed, let's go out,' he said, as he slid off your bed, and tugged at your hand.

'babe, i'm literally-,' you tried, but stopped midway as you felt his lips smashed against yours. foul move, you thought, since he knew well that you were a sucker for his smooches. the taste of his lips made you fondly remember his excitement when he showed you his squirtle-shaped lipbalm, leading to a smile spreading across your face.

'get up, we're leaving,' he announced after quickly pulling away, efficiently dragging you from your seat, all the while a goofy smile lingered on your face.

'yeah... yeah okay, let's go.'

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ enhypen | s. sitting on enhypen's lap for the first time ! | p. gn!reader x bf!enhypen ! | g. romance & fluff ! | w. 13+ if anything ! | r. request by anon ! | wc. ~0.7k !

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이희승 ‘ lee heeseung

you guys were all hanging out, enhypen and you, and your boyfriend heeseung.

but, since there were sooo many of you guys

the seats were limited

and just your luck, there were only 7 seats

the guys offered you their seats but deemed that unnecessary

when they saw heeseung pull you down into his lap

his hands wrapped around your waist and he kept you sat on his lap telling you that "if there's no seat for you, my lap is always open."

박종성 ‘ park jongseong

he would just be sitting on the couch, literally relaxing

and the moment you walked past him he just pulling you into his lap

he kissed you and held you

this mf would literally not let go of you

he would tell you to stay like that just for a few minutes

he even gave you a back massage while you sat on his lap

it's like second nature to him, he wasn't even flustered about the fact that you were in his lap

you on the other hand, well that's up to you to decide how you responded to his randomness

심재윤 ‘ sim jaeyun

you fell into his lap

you were playing around with the maknae since he wanted to be a menace

and you ended up in jake's lap

jake probably caught you and put his hands on your waist asking if you're okay

then he realized you were in his lap and he was like wtf

he didn't even move you

and he gave niki a death stare

but he couldn't lie

he did enjoy having you in his lap >.>

박성훈 ‘ park sunghoon

he had no choice

there were no chairs and the members kept telling him

to let you sit in his lap

he gave in and pat his lap

the moment you sat in it he wanted to push you off because he was flustered

instead his wrapped his arms around you and pressed against your back with his head to hide his embarrassment

he doesn't really like you sitting in his lap

in front of other people

but if you guys are alone he loves when you sit in his lap and you guys are just like

a fluff cliche couple 🤢

김선우 ' kim sunoo

he pulled you onto his lap because why not

but actually truth be told you two were in a car together riding in the back

you wanted to sit together

but since there were sooo many of you guys there was one less seat

and this is so not safe (btw guys pls take more than one car instead of risking it !!)

but he sat you on his lap and held onto you for dear life

i wish the first time you sat on him would be sweet but it wasn’t

he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t go flying

every time heeseung pressed on the breaks too hard

양정원 ' yang jungwon

so what had happened wassssss

you fell into his lap while he was sitting in a beanbag you guys were playing games

but you got pushed a little too hard into jungwon’s lap

he was very very very surprised to say the least

but he wasn’t bothered instead he fixed his posture and adjusted you so the two of you were comfy

he asked if you were okay since the fall wasn’t so soft

considering you landed on another human

he gave you a little kiss and went back to playing his game with hee

西村力 ' nishimura riki

this menace thought that it would all be fun and games

until you landed in his lap by accident he was holding your stuff above your head

doing all kinds of turns, spins, and twists causing the both of you to fall down

except you didn’t land on the ground you landed in riki’s lap

he ended up throwing himself back hysterically laughing and didn’t really realize you were in his lap

until you got up with pure panic

since you didn’t know if he was comfortable with you being in his lap

he didn’t want to admit it but he did enjoy you on his lap and if you had stayed on a little longer

he would’ve pulled you down with him for cuddles :(

2022 © jungwnies

— sweet things they do, skz.

pairing: boyfriend!skz (idol!skz) x gn!reader

genre: domestic fluff, just loads of fluff okay?

warnings: mentions of food, kissing, not proofread.

word count: 1.5k +

notes: i literally missed writing something like this so please reblog, leave your feedbacks and put tags alright? thank you very much love ♡

𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 — notice your new hairstyle

you were waiting for chan to get off from work just inside the jyp café, one that he would always recommend for you to wait for him every time when it gets late. it was almost past nine in the evening as you were just scrolling on your phone when he just arrived and saw your familiar figure from the entrance. a smile of comfort and relief surfaced on his lips as he took his way towards the table when he realized you’ve done something with your hair today. he stopped for a minute and examined how different they were from the moment he left your shared apartment this morning—he just fell in love with you even more. 

“hey gorgeous!” he beamed as you turned to face him. 

“you’re here!” you said as his lips met your forehead for a kiss. 

“did you style your hair?” he asked, taking the seat across from you. 

“yeah, i did,” you said, nervous about his reaction. “do you like it?” 

“of course love, you look so beautiful with it,” he smiled, which left you to be a blushing mess. 

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 — let you sleep on his lap 

minho was just scrolling through his phone while taking a rest from his dance practice—that’s the time you came inside the room after he texted you to come. he greeted you without taking his attention from the device lying on his hand, not until he felt a weight on the couch taking the space beside him. your boyfriend watched you execute some moves until your head fell on his lap to take a nap. he smirked at the sight of you, but given the response, he received from his texts, he knew you were tired too. 

“sleepyhead,” he murmured, shaking his head. 

“thank you,” you answered before kissing his thigh and proceeding to take a nap—leaving him smiling as he went back to his phone while trying to ease your tension with his fingers on your hair. 

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗕𝗜𝗡 — sending sweet messages before you sleep

due to the boys’ hectic schedule and their ongoing tour, you knew changbin wouldn’t be available as much as when he was still in seoul with you. but despite his messy and abrupt sessions, he always takes his time to do something for you. timezones suck but changbin always has a clock that determines the time when he is in another country, which he knows you miss him so badly. one time when you were just reading a book on your bed, a beep sound escalated from your phone on the nightstand. being distracted as you are, you were already expecting his messages. 

“hey baby, i won’t be able to call you right now because we’re having a tight schedule today. but i will come back later, okay?” 

“make sure to drink water and take care of yourself while i’m gone,” 

“it’s already morning in here, i hope you’ll have a good night sleep,” 

“take care baby, i love you,” 

“good night,” 

“i love you too,” you said, rereading his messages all over again—you’d indeed tackle him with cuddles when he comes back. 

𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗡 — make you his lock screen & home screen

hyunjin is the type to make his paintings or sketches to be his phone display, but that changed until he met his muse, you. ever since the relationship started, you like accompanying him whenever he visited his studio where he paints and does all his masterpieces. you love his artworks as much as you love him and couldn’t help but take pictures of you whenever you are in awe of one of his works. other candid and formal shots were taken from your dates, others were made as his inspirations for his sketches. one time, he was trying to sketch something out of his imagination when you asked him if you could borrow his phone since yours went dead a few minutes ago. only a hum was given as a response so you made your way towards the couch to fetch it. that’s when you saw your picture being his lock screen—one that he captured when you were mesmerized by a painting in an art museum. a smile was formed on your face as you typed his password and only to be welcomed with a similar photo from before (the difference was only the angles) 

“these are pretty,” you said when he already knew what you were talking about. 

“can’t help it, you are just pretty as they are,” he smiled, not taking his attention from his sketch. 

𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 — kisses your neck at random times

your boyfriend is a sucker for kisses, especially when it is time for cuddles. it became a habit of his when he sees you standing with your back against his front. a pair of strong arms would wrap around your waist as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and leaves kisses on them, as well as on your nape. it goes around at random times, or whenever he feels like it. just like how he woke up after sleeping for an hour on the couch you shared a while ago—you were trying to cook food for dinner. 

“baby, what are you doing?” he said, lazily making his way down towards the small kitchen. 

“cooking,” you hummed in response. “you’re awake already?” 

“yeah, you were gone by my side,” he responded with his arms hugging your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “that smells good,” he added, kissing your neck for the compliment. 

“y-yeah,” you said, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks by chuckling. 

𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗫 — makes candlelight dinner for you

you know felix is always true to his word, he can’t even lie to save his life and after countless times of postponing dates due to his busy schedule—the tour is already fast approaching—he promised himself to make it up to you. being the most understanding partner you are, he didn’t have to push himself into it and you have also a job to take care of. yet your boyfriend takes it as a no. it was that one night when you just got off from work and arrived home before 9 in the evening—the lights were off the moment you entered the apartment you’ve shared with him, one that made you curious and anxious at the same time. by the time you had your phone’s flashlight on, you saw him lighting up a candle on the table with your favorite foods on it. 

“it was supposed to be a surprise,” he chuckled, blowing a matchstick. 

“i am surprised,” you said, amused at the sight of them. “this is so wonderful lix,” 

“y/n, i keep my promise okay?” he said, taking you for a hug. “let’s just keep it this way for privacy and, since we can’t take a reservation because we’re both busy,” 

“it doesn’t matter, okay?” you smiled, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. “thank you,” 

“anything for you,” felix smiled. 

𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗠𝗜𝗡 — holds your hand and kisses them 

you know seungmin isn’t the type to be clingy unless he needed to. but there are times that he is overly affectionate with you, especially behind closed doors. yet one thing that makes your heart flutter is when he holds your hand out of the blue or whenever you are in public places—one that he wanted to secure you by his side or maybe he just wanted to interlock his fingers with yours to tell the world you are his. when he gets bold, he’d lift your hands to kiss your knuckles and smile at you. sometimes he’d take your hands inside his hoodie’s pockets to keep them warm under a cold weather and play with your fingers. 

“someone seems bored,” you smirked as he chuckled lightly. 

“i just love holding them you know?” he said, kissing your knuckles. 

“and i love the one who holds them,” you winked which only made him laugh in response after being flattered. 

𝗝𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡 — share his ice cream with you 

after acknowledging that you were having a bad day, your boyfriend immediately took you out on a date. being thankful as you are, you didn’t waste your time talking about how your classes went and that’s how he would just listen while eating his ice cream—letting you all rant about it. harsh sighs and disbelief, words came out like knives and rocks. you were stressed enough to do something related to school. whining at the fact that you have homework, jeongin pointed his ice cream at your face, it was already half-eaten but the melting cream was enough for you to devour. you didn’t hesitate to take some. 

“thanks,” you said. “now the—” 

“y/n, let’s just stop this okay? you need to rest and let me buy you ice cream,” he said, trying to calm you down. “you took a big bite, it’s the cone that is left now,” 

“i hate you,” you retorted. 

“i love you too,” he snickered. “but seriously, you want ice cream or not?” 

“yes,” you smiled as placed a soft kiss on your lips before dragging you towards the ice cream parlor nearby. 

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[ time stamp: 5:37am — yjw ]

-> pairing: jungwon x gn! reader

-> warnings: none!

-> author’s note: welcome to my 100 follower special! i hope you all enjoy this :)

this time stamp because i always think of wonie when i think of sunrises.

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the first few rays of the morning sun started peeking through the windows of your high-rise apartment, slowly filling your bedroom and the rest of the busy heart of seoul in an early warmth. the leftover chill from the night before still hung around you, creating a perfect mix of temperatures that you realized you could only find in the times you woke up before six am. squinting your eyes in an attempt at adjusting to the new light source pouring into your home as the sun rose, you rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. 

scanning the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, you find him still sleeping peacefully with his bangs flopped over his forehead, his lips slightly apart as he breathed in and out. smiling to yourself, you reach out from under your fluffy comforter and over to his soft locks, brushing them out of his eyes so that you could see his beautiful cat-like face better. jungwon stirs slightly at this but doesn’t wake, making you quietly chuckle at how tired he was. carefully pulling the covers off your body, the crisp morning air immediately sends a chill down your spine. shaking off the cold, you place your feet onto the wooden floor below and set out to make a home-cooked breakfast for you and your loving boyfriend. but before you could get up, an arm grabs onto your waist, putting a temporary halt to your plans.

“where are you going?” a sleepy jungwon questions, struggling to keep his eyes open. 

you bend down and press multiple kisses to his soft cheek. “good morning, love. i’m going to make us breakfast, what do you want to eat?”

he closes his eyes again and tries to pull you in tighter. “i don’t want breakfast, i want you to come back to bed.”

letting out a proper laugh this time, you put your feet back onto the mattress, feeling the cold finally seeping through your toes, and scoot a little closer to jungwon. “come on, i’ll make us banana pancakes if you’d like. i know how much you liked them the last time i made them.”

he cracks his eyes open and narrows them at the sun—which had risen a lot more since the time you woke up—before setting them on you. you let out a grin at his sleepy self, running your hands through his hair once again. 

“fifteen more minutes? and then we can both get up to make the pancakes.”

softly agreeing, you put yourself back under the covers and situate your body between jungwon’s awaiting arms. taking a deep breath as you wrap your arms around his waist, you drink in the fresh notes of wonie’s favorite perfume. you had always loved hugging your boyfriend and breathing his scent in, cherishing the smell that you now recognized as home.

he puts a slender hand at the back of your head and rubs little circles into your hair while pulling you even closer, the act successfully lulling you back to sleep within minutes. “i love you.” he whispers, watching the sun as it rose over the horizon more and more from the window behind your sleeping figure. he pulls the comforter covering the both of you up higher, trying to completely cover you two from the incessant brightness of the impending morning before drifting off to sleep himself.

if saying goodbye to a beautiful morning and a delicious breakfast means you get to spend more time in the love of your life’s arms, you’d wholeheartedly say that it was a fair trade.

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(i wrote this rly late at night so it kinda switches between second and third person + its my first time... dont mind pls ⛄︎)

to say you and keiji were just friends was a little... vague to say the least.

not even a little, absolute bullshit.

you two go way back; always at one another's homes every saturday or friday night, playing games with kotaro or just binging movies together- all that cute stuff. obviously, you two love each other, dare i say are in love with each other, but it's just never been a point of discussion. despite all the stolen glances, his obsession with kissing the top of your head or holding your hips, you guys have just … never talked about it.

it's not that you didn't want to talk about it, you wanted more than anything to do unspeakable things to that man for years now...who wouldn't?

but of course, all you could do every passing day was pray that something could magically change and you'd have his affection and sweet words to yourself every day. he probably has his reasons too for not just folding and confessing already. hopefully if he even reciprocates.

but when he asked you to be his roommate and share a dorm with him two years ago at the beginning of university, how could you tell someone so pretty no?

that pretty much never helped the increasing tension between you both - sexually, or romantically.... but hey, the no confessions game was still going strong.

even now, when keiji just returned back to your shared dorm from one of his later classes, he found you laid out on the plushness of the couch, your cutely decorated laptop resting on your bare thighs as you were wearing a cute pair of pajama shorts. a few short sentences on the illuminated screen of your laptop which screams to him that you were probably just assigned a research paper.

"new paper assigned n/n?" he hummed softly as he rested his bag on the floor near the door and taking off his shoes.

"mm yeah... only thing is that it's due in 2 days.." she huffed softly with a little pout, a face he knew meant she was stressed.

"yeah? how much words is it?" he hummed softly, sitting next to her laid body on the couch.

y/n turned her laptop to an angle keiji can see it, an email from her professor which explained her prompt and the word count.

damn.

"only two days? that has to be a mistake." he raised his brows, adjusting his glasses.

"its not..." she sighed softly. "i asked him about it in class. he was dead serious keiji...my grade is so done. i don't even know what to write about. all i got done was the context." y/n turned to him, a pout on her lips.

he sighed, "calm down, okay? stressing out this much isn't gonna help you n/n." his hand went to her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the apple of her cheek. damn him and his charm.

"come here, i'll help you." he murmured, his arms gently taking her arms to help her sit up and come up onto his lap.

and around 3 hours later, despite the evident exhaustion in both of you from this damn essay, you were a little more than half way through the word count.

"god...you're the best keiji..." she sighed softly, leaning her head back on his shoulder.

he chuckled, a familiar one that never really failed to make you feel butterflies in your stomach. "can't have my favorite girl stressing now can i?" he ruffled her hair gently.

holy fuck.

why he made her sit in his lap was beyond her. all she knew was that his little name that he just called her made her clench around absolutely nothing, and she was so sick of this back and forth of trying to act like he didn't have an effect on her.

so she purposely squirmed on his lap while pretending to read an article, her ass moving teasingly but in a subtle way. she knew her subtle grinding didn't by any means go unnoticed by him, not how his slender fingers dug a little harder into her hips, and definitely not how his breathing grew more ragged.

"hey... n/n... you're squirming a little...please... it's distracting me..." he spoke with a strained voice, trying not to breathe noticeably.

"hm..?" she looked back at him, who knew how worked up subtle grinding can get him, his cheeks were insanely flushed, his fingers uncontrollably going on her bare thighs.

"come... get off n/n-" he panicked a little, his arms pulling up her torso to pick her up and trying to place her back onto the couch, but she went right back down, on his fucking bulge.

"oh fuck.." he choked out quietly his head going back against the arm rest.

"you're that hard from me barely even grinding?" she started. no turning back now for her. and to her surprise, all those years of chasing and wondering if he wanted her back... she felt so relieved from his next words.

"i can't fucking help it with you.." he swore helplessly. his needy hands guiding her hips to rub herself against his obvious bulge. "all this time and you don't think that i've been wanting to kiss you senseless since highschool..?"

and from that, her lips were on his, sharing wet and sloppy kisses that were making him leak pre cum into his sweatpants. grinding on his lap so nicely that she had him cursing into their sloppy kiss.

they eventually pulled away, a thin string of saliva between their mouths as her arms came up around his neck to steady herself as she ground on his bulge. gosh, his fucking print was so visible to her too from his sweatpants.

"fuck...i love you keiji.."

and within less than two minutes, your cute pajama shorts laid on the floor of your bedroom along with his sweatpants.

his hand held a handful of your hair while his other rested on the plush curve of your ass. his hips were thrusting so good into your drenched cunt, the room practically filled with the sound of your plush ass slapping against his hips and your muffled moans as he just sweet talked you.

damm him.

"god... you dont know how long i wanted to fuck you.." he panted into your ear, his skin slick with sweat

"keiji..." she cried helplessly beneath him.

"mhm baby... i got you...taking my cock so well." he murmured, his large hand squeezing her ass softly.

"you're so fucking pretty n/n, you know that?" he mumbled, placing sweet kisses and sucking hickeys onto her neck, his thrusts getting harder.

she couldn't even form a coherent sentence anymore. it's not like he was being crazy rough, but his cock was fucking long. and at a moderate, more fast pace like what he was doing, she felt as if she was seeing stars.

"ah...mmph..." she moaned sweetly into the pillow, knowing he was about to cum from how sloppy his thrusts were getting.

"mmh... there you go... oh fuck baby.." he panted, pulling out. his hand that was holding your hair let go, pumping slowly as thick and hot cum landed on your plush ass.

she panted softly into the pillows, her hips lowering from where he held them up as she rolled onto her back, his cum on her skin getting onto the sheets.

he panted soflty, pulling her into his arms and pressing a gentle loving kiss on her shoulder, while mumbling a soft, "i've always loved you baby."

its my first time writing so pls leave tips jjfnjjngjngjngjtn