The Art Of Love

hyunjins BDAY live

❣︎ ⎯⎯ kisses nonstop .

PAIRING ! yang jungwon x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.4k

PROMPT(S) ! 10. placing their chin on the other’s shoulder ;; 15. washing the other’s hair // requested by a lovely anon <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! ofc a huge thank you to the anonnie who requested this, but i also wanna dedicate this to @sungbeam as a mini birthday gift <3 it’s her birthday y’all go send her all the bday wishes 🫶🏻 ,, hehe hope you enjoy <3

the continuous splashing and sloshing of water finally came to an end as you turned the bathtub faucet off.

“done,” you told jungwon as you finished washing his hair, going to grab a towel for his dripping locks.

he was leaning over the wall of the tub, head down as he let the droplets fall inside.

once acquired, you placed the towel over his head, and you both stood up as you began to dry his hair.

he faced you and rested his head on your shoulder, followed by his arms tiredly wrapping around your waist.

it was the end of the day, and jungwon was exhausted from all of his busy tasks from work, this was just what he needed to relax.

“wonie,” you breathed out a chuckle as you pushed his head gently off your shoulder and in front of your face where you could see his eyes properly, “i can’t dry your hair when you’re resting on me like this. stay standing straight, okay?”

a frown formed on his lips, and he shook his head as he let out in the softest, most precious voice, “i don’t want to.”

at the sound and sight of an exhausted jungwon, your shoulders fell, only now realizing that they were slightly tensed up this entire time. a small smile then made its way to your lips as an idea popped into your head. you held the side of his face with one hand, leaning in and began placing kisses over every inch of his face, beginning with his nose, up to his forehead, circling down to his chin and lips, and all the way back to the other side of his face.

he closed his eyes and you felt a smile creep up to his lips and dimples forming in his soft cheeks.

“good?” you asked, and he opened his eyes and let out a giggle.

“i like this,” he said.

“okay, now just stay like this, and let me dry your hair before we continue—“ you paused before moving your finger between him and yourself “—this.”

he chuckled and nodded at your little offer, allowing you to dry his hair properly this time. and so you did just that, then before you knew it, he stopped you, saying his hair was dry enough, and eagerly, he wasted no time in continuing where you two left off.

A/N. hope you enjoyed !! :’>

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☆ Genre: Fluff, slice of life

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 1.6k

It was quiet inside of the car.

Uncharacteristically quiet.

Bar the sudden downpour of rain that escaped from the late night sky and fell upon the vehicle in a steady battering, all passengers in the car were either fighting to stay awake as their eyes drooped, or were already asleep, their heads pressed against the cold windows. Blankets were strewn over them all, and heating pooled from the seats in slow, steady waves. The group of friends were completely and utterly exhausted; they had spent their day coaxing out their inner children as they wrecked havoc in a theme park far, far away from their homes. Awake at a golden dawn, they had long passed the violet hues of dusk, and it seemed they would witness another dawn before they made it home.

It was so dark inside the car that Y/N could barely see her own hands in front of her. If it wasn't for the faint light spilling onto Minho's lap from his phone, Y/N wouldn't have been able to differentiate him from Felix who was slumped beside him, either. They were amongst the rows of seats in front of her; Chan was sat beside her, Changbin on his other side. Chan had insisted he sit in the middle. As much as he loved sitting by the window, he would much rather have his friends sit by them instead.

Y/N traced her finger over the window, following the path of a fat raindrop that danced over the glass. Her touch left a path in the condemnation and opened a clear line that illuminated the deep darkness outside. She moved her face closer to the window slightly despite shivering at the wet on her fingers. Y/N's eyes widened in mild awe at the colours of the night, the reds and yellows and oranges of the lights that flashed by her, the way they seemed to melt into the roads as rain created ripples over the gravel. It was a sight that Y/N would never get tired of, and she was completely unaware when Chan swivelled his gaze to her, watching her quietly.

The car soon rolled to a halt. It bumped forward every now and then; Y/N moved her gaze to the front of the car. There was a long line of cars in front and she sighed quietly, leaning back into her seat again, suddenly seeking the comfort of the heat at her back.

Y/N looked to her side. Changbin's face was smushed against the glass of the window and the shape of his lips was pursed extravagantly, giving him the appearance of a rather glamorous duck as the car passed a set of tall lights.

Stifling a giggle at the sight of him, Y/N peered up at Chan. The man in question had his head back against the seat, the small sliver of his irises that escaped from his narrowed eyes shining under the shadows. His shoulder pressed up against Y/N's in a way that ensured a fire-like feeling to seep into the thick fabric of her sweater and through her skin. It was the sort of feeling she couldn't ignore either, her cheeks sporting a permanent flush and her breathing hosting a continuous hitch. It was as though she was hyper aware of his presence; from the way his heavy boot was aligned with the rim of her own shoe, to the way his breathing had slowed down with fatigue, and the way the faded cologne on his jacket kissed her nose in a deep, vanilla kiss.

Y/N swallowed thickly. She wasn't sure she ever wanted the journey to end if it meant she got to be this close to him. With the rest of the car asleep, in Y/N's mind it felt as though it was just the two of them, the night belonging to them and them only.

Chan turned his head towards Y/N once he felt her gaze on him. Y/N was able to make out the way his lips curved up into the softest of tired smiles before he leaned a little closer to her. He stirred the air around her and infiltrated it further with his scent accompanied with his body heat, and Y/N felt her heart flutter.

“What?” Chan whispered.

Y/N nodded towards Changbin. “Look at his face.”

Chan turned to look at his friend. He soon covered the lower portion of his face with a hand to muffle the laughter that caused his body to shake.

“Do you think it's painful?” Chan chuckled under his breath. “I don't want to move him … he might wake up.”

Y/N leaned forward a little to peer at Changbin again. “I think he'll be fine. There's a pillow under his neck.”

Chan looked towards Changbin again. He smiled. “Oh. You're right.”

They fell into quietude again, Y/N's eyes drooping ever so slightly as she peered out of the window. A yawn rose inside her and her nostrils flared in her attempt to stifle in it, her face contorting.

Chan started to laugh again. Y/N whipped her head to the side in alarm, her eyes landing on the crooked smile and pair of uneven dimples that adorned the angles of Chan's face.

“Tired?” Chan hummed.

Y/N wrinkled her nose. “Don't laugh at me. You look like a panda yourself with those rings around your eyes.”

Her comment only made Chan's smile deepen. She blinked. She was sure there was a tinge of burgundy painted across the tip of his nose and the ridges of his ears.

“Go to sleep,” Chan whispered. “I'll go to sleep if you go to sleep.”

“Why? So we can meet in our dreams too?” Y/N joked. She hoped her bad humour would mask the tremor in her voice that always seemed to occur when he looked into her eyes the way he was now.

Biting his lip, Chan's voice was even lower when he spoke again. “Well … maybe?”

Y/N's eyes widened. She stared at him but Chan had turned his head again; he was looking out of Changbin's window, and Y/N turned to look out of hers as her heart started to race.

A moment later, Chan shifted his position. He shuffled down the seat a little and Y/N turned to look at him just as he turned his gaze onto her.

“You can lean on my shoulder if you want,” Chan murmured. “It's not the most comfortable shoulder ever … but it might be better than the window.”

Swallowing slowly, Y/N moved her eyes from his face to his shoulder. He was wearing a soft knit sweater, and the fabric draped in gentle folds around his arm. It had dropped slightly to one side, and tiny moles kissed his skin like dark stars. She could feel the heat rolling off of him from here, sweet, heavy, and increasingly intoxicating.

Y/N wanted nothing more than to rest her head against Chan's shoulder. She also couldn't bring herself to, nerves bubbling inside of her that only seemed to grow with every second that Chan watched her with his soft eyes.

“I don't mind,” Chan hummed again. He moved his shoulder a little almost in invitation, and Y/N couldn't help but smile. “You'll feel better.”

“My head is heavy,” Y/N said.

Chan smiled. He responded by leaning closer to her and used his opposite hand to pat the slope of his shoulder twice as he looked ahead of him.

Y/N exhaled quietly. She then let her head dip to the side a little; once she was half way towards his shoulder, she sat back up again, suddenly nervous.

Chan started to chuckle. “Just lie down.”

“Okay, okay … “ Y/N's breath shuddered before she lowered the side of her head again.

His sweater was soft against Y/N's cheek, and his scent stronger and sweeter against the side of his neck. She felt him shift ever so slightly again, and the slope of Chan's shoulder almost moulded to the side of Y/N's head perfectly. Her cheeks felt like they were burning and as if her skin was dissolving into stardust. She didn't realise she was holding her breath as she looked towards her hands resting on her lap.

From the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Chan's hand twitch. He moved it towards her and then stopped, his fingers curling into a loose fist before unfurling again. As Y/N watched in a trance-like state, Chan inched his fingers towards her. His pinky finger brushed Y/N's ever so slightly. Y/N froze at the contact, her eyes widening when Chan's fingers moved even closer. He caressed her fingertips with hers before sliding his fingers into the gaps of hers; his hand was trembling against the palm of Y/N's, and Y/N finally exhaled slowly as she comprehended what just happened.

She turned her head to look up at him. The man's skin was a deep crimson, his bottom lip caught in-between his teeth. He wouldn't look at her, shyness trickling from his eyes like falling stars as he shut them slowly. His own body melted under Y/N, almost as though he let go of a breath he had been holding in too.

Y/N smiled slowly. She dropped her head against his shoulder again and carefully folded her fingers around Chan's. Their hands fit perfectly together like puzzle pieces, the grain of Chan's palms slightly calloused and rough, but strangely soft nonetheless. It was a reassuring feeling against Y/N's hand, and when Y/N felt Chan's cheek fall against the top of her head, she couldn't help but clench her eyes shut with joy. Perhaps her mind hadn't been wrong after all. Perhaps this moment really was theirs, and theirs alone.

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“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.

it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.

“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.

“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”

you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.

you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.

like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.

“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”

kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”

or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.

“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”

your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.

yeah, you totally did that.

or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.

“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”

tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”

you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.

“...huh?”

“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.

“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”

“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”

BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”

@kokokoula this one’s for u <3

( 성훈 ) — 11:59pm

sleeping over at your boyfriend’s house for the first time was a bit nerve wracking. not that you had anything to be nervous about, it was just new.

you completed your nighttime routine as quickly as you could, knowing that sunghoon was probably waiting for you in his room. once you cleaned up and turned off the lights, you went into the man’s room to see him dead asleep. he had seemed tired as the two of you watched a movie earlier, fighting the drowsiness that threatened to take over.

you hesitantly moved towards the bed, turning off the small lamp near the mattress before you could climb in. sunghoon’s eyelids fluttered open at that, looking at you with tired eyes.

“i…i didn’t mean to wake you.” you whispered, feeling slightly guilty. sunghoon didn’t say a word, simply raising the blanket so you could slip under it. you smiled, climbing in next to sunghoon and tucking yourself into his body. the man immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you impossibly closer.

“i love you.” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head. your stomach flipped at the affection and you hid your face in his chest.

“i love you more.”

“impossible.” sunghoon replied, causing you to look up and see that his eyes were closed again.

“go to sleep.” you giggled once he began to nuzzle his nose on top of your head. being sleepy seemed to make sunghoon even more affectionate than usual.

“can’t. how can you expect me to sleep when i’ve got a pretty girl in my arms.” he mumbled with slurred words before kissing your face all over. the amount of butterflies in your stomach increased by a tenfold, but the feeling was something you cherished. you loved the way sunghoon made you feel.

“always the romantic.” you replied sarcastically, causing sunghoon to let out a small laugh. he then captured your lips in a short kiss before pulling away slightly, his nose brushing against yours.

“seriously though, i love you a lot.

“i know, hoon.”

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1st sleepover with Jungwon as your boyfriend

Pairing: Yang Jungwon x gn! Reader

Warnings: Very fluffy fluff

I do not consent to the translation, publication on other platforms, editing, or use of my writing for purposes other than personal reading!!!

Word Count: 602

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“You comfy?” Jungwon asked as you hugged his side, nuzzling your face in his neck. You nodded as you inhaled his scent, the familiarity making you feel more warmth than the blankets over your bodies. “Thanks for letting me stay over,” you mumble.

Earlier you'd gone to your boyfriend's place to do some homework, but you hadn't anticipated the thunderstorm. Concerned about the flooded streets, your parents sent you a text advising that it would be safer for you to stay with Jungwon for the night. You two had cuddled multiple times before, but you'd never actually spent the night at each other's places. So, needless to say, your boyfriend was being all nervous because he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible.

He'd lent you some sweatpants and a hoodie for you to sleep in instead of your clothes, and he could've sworn he fell more in love with you by seeing you engulfed in his clothing.

You two had decided to watch a movie since it was still relatively early, bringing you closer to him a few minutes into the film. You could hear his heartbeat as you rested your head on his chest, the soft thumping bringing you peace. His hands gently playing with your hair and him occasionally leaning down to leave a kiss on the top of your head was something you loved.

You looked up to see him facing the screen. Silently, you scanned his features, from his fluffy hair down to his rosy lips. Bringing up a hand to brush his bangs away from his eyes, you smiled in thought, “Sunghoon’s right, you really do look like a cat.”

“He told you that?!” Jungwon groaned, embarrassed. You laughed at his reaction, running your hands through his hair to reassure him that it wasn't a bad thing. “Why are you embarrassed? Cats are cute!”

Letting out a whine, he buried his face into your neck, hiding the blush on his face from you indirectly calling him cute. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer and letting him rest his head on your chest. Now more confident, Jungwon hugged your waist, feeling comfortable in your embrace.

Usually, he'd be the one cuddling you, but for once he didn’t fight it and let himself be cuddled instead. He liked the warmth you provided, the smell of your body wash- inhaling the scent and closing his eyes, he allowed himself to relax. You felt like home to him.

“You should spend the night more often,” he mumbled tiredly, “I want to stay like this forever.” Now it was your turn to lean down and give the top of his head a kiss, noticing how he hugged you tighter as he made himself comfortable. “Me too,” you ran your hands through his hair.

Jungwon let out a yawn, but kept fighting himself about sleeping. “You can sleep Wonnie; I’ll still be here when you wake up.” He looked up at you and lifted his pinkie in front of you, “Promise?” Chuckling at his childish act, you connected your pinkie with his, “I promise. Now go to sleep, I know you’re tired.”

You lulled him to sleep by playing with his hair and occasionally rubbing his back softly. “Won?” you whispered when he felt heavier on you, “Jungwon? Did you fall asleep?” The little snores that escaped his lips were enough to answer your question. Biting back a smile, you adjusted the covers on both of you, making sure you were equally covered.

You pressed a kiss onto his cheek, feeling sleepy yourself before whispering, "Good night, love."

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;; the beginnings of our little family.

PAIRING ! lee heeseung x reader ; ft. ddongsik, hee’s unofficial son the kitten

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! basically just heeseung with cats <3

WC. ! 0.7k

A/N. ! this is for rey ( @heeracha ) <3 it’s her birthday today (so go send her lots and lots of birthday wishes !!) and this is my gift to her <333 // rey, since i can’t exactly give you a typical physical birthday present (even though i would truly love to) bc we live on opposite ends of the world, i couldn’t think of anything better than to write you a short drabble of heeseung with ddongsik as a gift to you for your bday 🫶🏻 this is gonna sound cheesy but it’s true ok i love you tons, thank you for everything, for being there for me, and for all the joy you’ve provided me in my life. this is my first time spending your birthday with you, and i hope we get to celebrate tgt for many more years to come <3 i love you sm rey, happy birthday 🥺🫶🏻

“y/n,” you turned to your boyfriend who called your name to see him sitting on the floor with sparkles in his eyes and a wide smile on his lips, holding a tiny, grey-brown kitten, “let’s adopt him.”

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When I fell in love

Pairing : Hyunjin x reader

Genre : FLUFF.

Summary : it's your birthday and Hyunjin has a surprise gift for you - all the moments he fell in love with you in.

How do I make the men i write become a reality??!?!?? If you enjoy please let me know, I READ AND APPRECIATE ALL YOUR FEEDBACK <333

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The smell of burnt food wakes you up. You rub your eyes tiredly, patting the spot beside you to find it cold and empty. Which could only mean that your boyfriend Hyunjin was in the kitchen.

You smile to yourself, guessing that he wanted to make you breakfast since it was your birthday; the first one you're spending with him. You've already made it a point to tell him you didn't want anything expensive. To which he frowned, whining "but I want to spoil youuuuu".

With renewed energy you leave the bed, quickly washing your face and brushing your teeth. You head to the kitchen to find Hyunjin with his back to you, flipping what appeared to be pancakes on the stove. You lean on the door for a bit, admiring the view of his bare back and flexing muscles. He was beautiful, thoughtful, and he was yours. That was gift enough.

You sneakily walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Hyunjin yelps, taken aback by your sudden presence and drops the spatula he was holding. "You scared me", he huffs a hand on his chest and you laugh, "dramatic".

He then turns around, cradling your face between his hands. His thumb swipes back and forth on your cheek and you close your eyes, leaning into his touch. "Happy birthday, my angel", he whispers, before meeting your lips in a sweet kiss.

"Am I in heaven?", you smile, eyes still closed.

"Now who's the dramatic one?"

"Your antics are rubbing off on me", you wink, making him chuckle.

Hyunjin turns back towards the stove and you lean your cheek against his arm, your hand wrapping around his waist, "What are you making?"

"Pancakes, i've burnt the first three ones but i'll get it right now".

"Of course baby, everyone burns the first three pancakes", you tease and he pinches your cheek affectionately, "I'll let all your comments slide because it's your birthday today".

"Why thank you", you smile, sitting down on the kitchen stool. "Is this your first time making pancakes?".

"No, I made Felix teach me. But for some reason, it doesn't seem to work now", he says sheepishly and you melt.

"Is this why you've been spending so much time with him lately?"

"Yes, I wanted it to be perfect for you".

"You're here with me so it's already perfect", you say seriously, and his eyes soften at you. "Here, let me help you?", you offer and he shakes his head no, "I want to do this for you".

"You've already made the batter, i'll just cook. Plus, you can make me coffee. Pretty please".

"Fine. Only because I don't want us to starve", he grumbles the last part and you laugh.

Hyunjin starts playing music and you quickly realize it's the playlist you made him. You shoot him a smile and he grins at you, his eyes crinkling closed. He didn't tell you but he listened to this playlist every day. This way, even when you're not with him, you're still there in essence.

When the food is done, you set everything up on the table, and Hyunjin quickly leaves for his art studio. He comes back, hands behind his back, and a huge grin on his face. "Close your eyes", he instructs and you oblige, smiling.

"Okay... Now open them".

You smell them before you see them, a bouquet of flowers twice the size of your head. They are roses and sunflowers. You mentioned wanting one for your birthday on your third date- that was 7 months ago.

"You remembered", you smile softly, touched.

"Of course", he says as if it's evidence that he'd remember; like the sun rises every morning and sets every night.

"Thank you, this is the best birthday ever", you hug him tightly and he pulls back to place a kiss on your temple. "Now eat", he orders and you laugh, "Yes, sir".

The conversation flows between you easily, with Hyunjin excitedly telling you what he has planned for the day. A picnic in a secluded spot he has chosen months ago. It made you emotional, how happy he was at the prospect of making you happy. As if you were an extension of his being, and he felt your joy like it was his.

When your breakfast is done, you get up to wash the dishes. But Hyunjin pushes you gently back into your seat, "Baby, you aren't doing anything today".

"But you hate doing the dishes", you point out. It was a routine between the both of you, you washed the dishes, he dried them and put them back in their place.

"But I'd do it for you", he answers instantly, making you pause in your tracks. It was small acts like those that made you feel so loved by Hyunjin.

You don't argue any further, seizing this opportunity to watch him. You liked watching him, memorizing every one of his gestures- the way he flicks his blonde hair back, the way he shakes his hands to dry them, the way he looks back at you every minute or so, as if to make sure you were still there.

When he's done, you stand up and walk towards him. He picks you up by the waist, placing you on the kitchen table. He then stands between your legs, caging your body with his arms.

"Hello there", you smile and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Hello, pretty".

"You are very handsome, do you happen to have a girlfriend?", you tease and he laughs, shaking his head.

"I do, she's the most beautiful human alive", he humors you and you smile, "You sound in love".

"I am in love".

"Then maybe you should tell her", you smirk and he laughs, before leaning in until your noses brush together, "Hi, girlfriend. I am in love with you".

"I am in love with you too", you smile before planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Stay here, I'll be right back", he tells you, retreating towards his art studio once again, and you yell out after him, "There is more?!"

"Of course, there is more! You are Hwang Hyunjin's girlfriend", he shouts and you laugh. Him and his -well-deserved- ego.

He comes back skipping, a small box with a pretty blue ribbon wrapped around it in his hands. He gives it to you, and you eagerly open it. Inside, you find a huge letter, and written on the front you read "Moments in Time".

"What's this?", you ask him and he only smiles at you. But you could tell he was nervous, his left hand touching the nape of his neck over and over again. You put the box down, pulling him towards you so he's standing between your legs once again. "I'd love this whatever it is", you reassure and he smiles, "You don't even know what's in there".

"It could be a rock and I'd be happy because you gave it to me", you tell him seriously and he nods, eyes shining. How is it that it's your birthday and still he's the one feeling so loved by you?

You open the letter, taking out a dozen of drawings. They are small, the size of a Polaroid picture. You recognize yourself in each one of them. "What are those?", you ask him, heart beating wildly in your chest.

"it's um.. All the moments I fell in love with you in".

You stare at him in shock, your eyes darting between the drawings and him. You haven't even gone through each one and yet your eyes are tearing up already.

In the first drawing, you see yourself, a smile on your face and the neon lights of a grocery store reflecting on you. It was dark outside- the first night you met.

"This is... When I saw you for the first time. You gave me the keys I dropped and smiled at me and I felt as if my heart stopped beating. I still remember your smile that day", he explains and you smile fondly at the memory. That was the moment that changed your life forever.

"You still remember what I was wearing...", you whisper and he nods, his thumb drawing mindless circles on your thigh. "I remember everything when it comes to you".

You beam at him, going through the second drawing. "Me with ice cream on my nose", you giggle, "This is when we were still talking and I took you out, right?".

"Yes, I was feeling down until you dragged my ass outside", he chuckles, "You got ice cream on your nose and when I pointed it out you pouted at me. You just looked so cute, I wanted to stare at you forever", he pauses, bopping your nose with his finger, "But most importantly, it was the way you cheered me up by just being near me. You are magical, my love".

"Aren't I the best", you joke in a useless attempt to stop your tears from falling. "That you are", he smiles softly, planting a kiss on your head.

You stare at the drawing some more, admiring all the details he easily captured- the color of the seats, the painting hung on the wall, the strobe lights that shone in the icecream parlor. "You are really talented, angel. My favorite artist", you compliment, and he blushes, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Look at the next one", he mumbles and you oblige, giggling.

The third drawing was of your first date, you see yourself running down the beach, your back to Hyunjin, the sun casting behind you. He had taken you for a picnic there, and you ended up playing tag with each other. It was one of those moments that healed your inner child.

"You looked so beautiful that night, you and the sunset and the sea. I realized I wouldn't mind chasing after you if it meant that I'd have you with me in the end".

You can feel your heart clench at his words, you couldn't believe that you got this lucky to have him love you.

"You don't have to chase after me, Jinnie. I'm yours", you reassure him and he beams at you, "And I am yours, Ynnie".

The next drawing makes you giggle, it's you crying, your cheeks red and stained with tears. You were sitting on a swing, a soft breeze ruffling your hair, "Is this me crying?"

He nods and you laugh, "I was crying and you were thinking of falling for me?"

"Yeah", he scratches his neck sheepishly, "it's just... It was the first time you cried in front of me, and it made me realize that I wanted to be the one to comfort you. Each time you cry, I wanted to be the one you come to".

You can't speak, so instead, you lean in, kissing him for what felt like an eternity. When you pull back, tears are falling freely from your eyes and he panics, wiping them away with his thumb gently.

"Why are you crying? Please don't cry, love", he shushes and you shake your head, smiling. "I'm crying because I'm happy".

Hyunjin points at the fourth picture, "This is when you came over for the first time. You were wearing my hoodie and sweatpants, coffee in your hands. And I always find you beautiful...", he pauses, his hand gently caressing your cheek, "but still, when you weren't all dolled up, that's when I thought you looked the prettiest".

"You are the prettiest", you coo and he waves his hand in the air, "Shut up... Say it again", he grins and you swat his arm playfully.

In the final drawing, you see yourself sleeping, your hair sprawled around you. Your lips are puckered out, and your cheek is on what you assume is Hyunjin's arms. He even drew the little flowers you have in your pajama.

"This is when I slept over at your house for the first time. And when I woke up, you nuzzled up against me and I... I knew I wanted to wake up to this sight forever", he kisses your forehead and you close your teary eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on you.

But then, you look closer at the picture and you pinch his side jokingly, "did you have to draw the drool too?"

"I stay true to details", he winks and you laugh, leaning onto his side.

"How do you still remember all of this? What clothes I was wearing and the details of the background", you whisper in awe.

"I just stare at you a lot so it's imprinted in my brain, is that weird?".

"No, it's absolutely endearing and I...", you put the drawings down, linking your hands behind his neck, "and I love you. I am so in love with you, Hyunjin. I can't believe you did all of this... For me. You're the love of my life".

"Say it again".

"You are the love of my life, my Hyunjin", you repeat and he grins, hugging you. You wrap your legs around his waist and he spins you around. The sound of your giggles fills the kitchen and you know you'll remember this moment forever.

He finally puts you down, and you cradle his face between your hands, your thumbs slowly stroking his cheeks. "Thank you so much Hyunjin, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and I will cherish it forever. I'll protect those drawings with my life if I have to".

"I'm glad you liked it", he blushes and your eyes soften at him, "I didn't like it, I loved it, baby. You are so sweet to me, I don't know what I did to deserve you".

"You are you, that's enough for me to love you", he whispers and you smile, heart so full of love it feels like it will burst.

Hyunjin brings your hands to his mouth, kissing your knuckles softly, all while looking into your eyes as if you were the answer to all his prayers. His stare is too intense you almost can't hold it.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

"I'm remembering this moment...", he says as he gently kisses your palm, "this way I can draw it for you on your next birthday".

if you look closely, you'll see my room rn flooded with my tears 😊

⋅ GENRES: established relationship; fluff

⋅ PAIRING: Heeseung x fem!reader

⋅ WORD COUNT: 1.1K

⋅ WARNINGS: established relationship with Heeseung?! slow dancing with him late at night?! he singing love songs to you?! it’s all valid warnings if you ask me, but aside from these; suggestive content; mentions of alcohol

if you read it a few months ago but with another member — no! you didn’t! you are recalling it wrongly! just kidding, special thanks to everyone who joined the poll and helped me select the main character of this repost ♡

Heeseung wasn’t the type of boyfriend to buy you expensive bouquets or take you to fancy restaurants.

No. Heeseung was the type of boyfriend to pick flowers on the sidewalk for you and order food past midnight. He laid blankets on the hardwood floor of your living room and made picnics on it. The lyrics of a love song and your laughter being the only furor in the middle of the sleeping city. And then, when the bowls were empty and the wine sank in, he was the type of boyfriend to ask you to dance with him.

Barefoot and clumsy, Heeseung loved to dance with you.

The night had fallen into those strange hours when no one could tell if it was really late or really early. The city was silent beyond the opened windows of your living room, allowing Heeseung’s playlist to resonate as if it were the only sound in the entire world.

Along with his laughter, of course.

You looked at him, mind halted in the middle of a sentence you would never finish. You weren’t sure if you had intended to be funny, you knew you were talking, trailing a long line of thoughts but then he laughed, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes in a habit you already knew.

Heeseung’s body had come undone in happiness far too many times throughout the course of your relationship for you to not have it engraved in your heart. But shafts of golden luminescence reached for him tonight, embellishing his skin with a soft glow, and when he straightened himself back to look at you, it made his eyes shine, glinting in errant spheres of gold.

Heeseung was so beautiful beneath all of this — all made in reflections of the city lights and the dim flames of the candles you had lit at some moment at the beginning of the night.

You couldn’t remember making the decision to reach for him, but you must have done it because he took your hand in mid-motion, thumb caressing the inside of your wrist before he brought it up to his lips and kissed it.

“Dance with me,” he said. The question had no question mark, no doubt or uneasiness. Heeseung knew you would never refuse him, but he still waited for you to nod at him before he used your connected hands to pull you up.

You didn’t recognize the song coming from his phone, a fast beat that had him spinning you through the hardwood floor of your living room. His movement caught you so unprepared, it made you laugh loudly, and Heeseung took it as the cue to swirl you again and again, the shirt you had stolen from him moving dangerously around your thighs until he decided to bring you back to him and pull you against his chest.

“Aren’t we being too loud?” you asked.

“If your neighbors file a complaint again, maybe you will take a hint this time and move into mine.”

“You want me there so badly, don’t you?”

“You have no idea love,” he whispered, spreading his hands at the small of your back, and bringing you closer to him. His palms were warm through the thin material of your — his shirt and your heart knocked inside of your chest, so loud you were sure he could feel it echoing through the space between you.

Heeseung’s touches were no novelty to you. He had explored your body far more than anyone would or could — God, he had touched you just a few hours previously, but still there was something about being beneath his attention that would always make you a bit overwhelmed.

The song that came on next was quieter, not lazier, or languid but he leaned in as if you were to slow dance, his cheek resting against the side of your head and allowing you to breathe him in. Heeseung smelled like the woody scent of his perfume, dry imbues, and blackberry leaves — he smelled like the wine he had brought for your picnic and home.

If your heart wasn’t aching already, it did then and there.

“I like this song,” he said. At first, you thought it had been a statement to nobody, but he placed his lips against your ear, and the lyrics threaded through your hair as if the only thing he ever wanted was for you to know it.

“I see my future when I look into your eyes.”

It was nothing extravagant. His voice came a bit low and timid, but it only made your heart ache a little bit more.

“It took your love to make my heart come alive,” Heeseung sang. “Cause’ I lived my life believing all love is blind.”

“But everything about you is telling me this time it’s forever, this time I know, and there’s no doubt in my mind.”

Your hands left the safety of his shoulders to slip up, fingers curling on the hair at his nape, bringing him impossibly closer. Heeseung gasped at your actions, the soft rustle of his breath hitching against your ear as he failed to sing the next lyrics, but he didn’t need to — you already knew them.

You always knew them.

Forever, until my life is through. I’ll be loving you forever.

The song kept going, but Heeseung stopped, drawing back just enough to look at you, his eyes lingering and simply unable to conceal the pure and unfiltered adoration he had for you.

Heeseung wasn’t the type of boyfriend to buy you expensive bouquets or take you to fancy restaurants.

No. Heeseung was the type of boyfriend to pick flowers on the sidewalk for you, kneeling on the dirty pavement to pick tiny blossoms and put them in your hair. He ordered food past midnight, and laid blankets on the hardwood floor of your living room to make picnics on it. The lyrics of a love song and your laughter being the only furor in the middle of the sleeping city. And then, when the bowls were empty and the wine sank in, he was the type of boyfriend to ask you to dance with him, barefoot and clumsy, and you would barter it for nothing.

After all, this was how you found forever.

catching him watching you sleep ︱stray kids

pairing: boyfriend!skz x gn!reader ︱ genre: fluff ︱word count: 0.7k︱ warning: may contain grammar errors, not proofread, someone got smacked on the face and someone fell off the bed

a/n: hello again!! i was overwhelmed with how many people liked my first post so here's another one. hope you like this one too!! (tho this is such a random idea?) if you also recognized this on ig, its me lol

Chan

The moment your eyes slowly opened, he was staring at you fondly while his lips curved into a small sweet smile. 

he would be surprised but would ask how was your sleep 

tucks you again because he knows you're still tired and he probably woke you up from the noise he made earlier

"You should've woken me up." you said, voice muffled and a bit raspy, Chan just smiled hugging you close to his body and chuckling 

"I can't do that, it's like disturbing an angel sleeping" 

Lee Know

would be frozen still while he's crouching from the floor, his head leaning on both hands, forming the flower pose

"Oh? You saw nothing, go back to sleep."

it would be dark and cold, but his face was hot and still getting hotter and redder once he heard you giggle behind him

would be very embarrassed that he's caught 

you would enjoy teasing him about it and would teasingly ask how often he does that

"No, I don't do it often… I don't know." 

Changbin

I think he would just chuckle, or straight up laugh because he's caught, the watching time is over 

he would be actually a nervous wreck that you would think it's weird, especially when you asked him why he's doing that

" I'm not upset," you would chuckle, pulling his shirt lazily, "Just surprised that you would actually do that." 

and when he's finally beside you, you'd give him a peck on his cheeks and he'd return it, hugging you close

"Of course I would, you're beautiful."

Hyunjin

"Hyuj-!!" 

unintentionally covers your face with his large hand to prevent the embarrassment with another embarrassment move

"No, I Uhh… don't be mad at me." 

then he would release his hands and you can finally breathe properly and laugh properly

he would be really fast on moving from the floor to his hand on your face

you would tell him it was fine, but he was already too embarrassed, I think he would bury his face on your pillow or on your neck. 

"I arrived early, I swear, I lost track of time because you look soft, like an angel."

Han

very much surprised, falls off the bed

"I'm fine!" he'd shout from the floor, face completely red

he would the same as Hyunjin, both lost track of time staring at your sleeping face and getting fascinated by your features

he would not listen when you tell him to get up from the floor that you'd look at him, head popping out from the bed and teasing him about it and he'd just pout all day

"Shut up, it's a way of showing affection too!"

Felix 

would give you the sweetest smile when you were about to open your eyes and still, you catch up on that smile.

"Too sweet Lix, what time is it?" 

I think it would be somewhat normal to the both of you, occasionally watching each other sleep. 

"10pm. Sleep more sunshine, I'll sleep too." 

 "Then you should've slept earlier if you're tired instead of watching me sleep, geez Lixie stop being perfect will yah?" 

"I can't help it, you're too lovely." 

Seungmin

"Nothing, sleep."

he would say that with the book he's reading now on his lap, would cover you with the blanket you two are sharing and keep it tight to calm himself down

"Kim Seungmin, I already saw you, it wasn't nothing and it's getting hot here!" 

then that's when the blanket was off you and he's back to reading, but it was still obvious he's embarrassed 

"What happened with the book is it boring?" 

"Kind of, you moved so I looked at you but… I couldn't stop staring." 

I.N

would almost fall off the bed but managed to pull himself together and sit up straight but would be covering his face with his hands

when he would hear you giggle cutely to that, he knows it safe and you're not mad

would be too shy that he'd change the subject to how was your sleep but eventually he would talk about it shyly 

tucks you to bed too, moving close to you while he would slowly drift off to sleep beside you. 

"It's the time you're that peaceful… it's mesmerizing, yeah you are."